[System]
Alias: Prodigy

Position: Post-Doctorate level of education

Abilities/powers: Heidi possesses an incredibly hyper-intelligent mind, which gives her a perfect photographic memory and the ability to think and react far faster than a human should be capable of. She can often accurately process every possible outcome of a theoretical scenario using her knowledge of psychology (how a human or animal may act) and physics (how an object may act) to, in a sense, predict the immediate future.

The downside to this is that all her senses are in overdrive 24/7, and she can overthink the most basic of social interactions to the point where she copes by drowning her audio-visual senses with music and books, and by and large avoids social contact except when necessary.

Sex: Female

Age/Date of Birth: 15, 8/4/1984

General appearance:

Additional Appearance/costume: Prodigy's costume is simply a customised jumpsuit, altered to her measurements and dyed with turquoise and gold diagonal stripes. Om her right hand is a gauntlet that utilises similar technology to Tony Stark's Iron Man suit. Her own invention, of course.

Personality: Heidi is shy, reclusive and incredibly timid, but not unfriendly. Due to both her past, and the nature of her mutation, she is incredibly conscious of what other people think of her, both as a result of her direct actions during interactions, or just her reputation in general.

Heidi was raised to believe in mutant registration, a stance which she thoroughly believes in and defends to this day as the best path for everybody. She is also a believer that both body and mind should be used at their full potential, so will quietly judge people who slack off or abuse their bodies.

Special Skills: Heidi has Doctorates in physics, maths, psychology and electrical engineering, but her area of particular expertise is robotics. She also studies mixed martial arts, self defence, usage of firearms and runs as a hobby in order to keep her body in good condition should the need to run arise.

Place of birth: Edinburgh, Scotland

Weapon(s) of choice: Only her brain

Medical information: Hypersensitivity, social anxiety

Brief History: Heidi was brought up in a family who strongly believed in mutant registration, a view which she shared and still does to this day, but when her mutations began to manifest, her family and those in their circle suddenly branded her as dangerous and shunned her whole family. She was constantly aware that she was resented as long as she stayed there.

So she travelled to America. Unlike others who shared her views, she thought Xavier's school was a wonderful institute and was not some threat to the world. In fact, she believed that mutant registration, followed by a worldwide drive to make more schools like Xavier's, that taught young mutants how to control and accept their powers, was the future. Unfortunately she could find no allies with this philosophy. Any other pro-reg crowds either shunned her for being a mutant, or being sympathetic to untrained mutants who could accidentally cause death or destruction, whereas any other independent crowds of mutants shunned her for her pro-reg views, or her age, as all of this occurred before her 12th birthday.

She was eventually found and contacted by Xavier's school itself, and finally found a place she wasn't shunned.

Relatives: Her disgraced scottish pro-reg parents, though the X-men are her only family now.

[User]
Heidi waited for somebody, anybody to answer. She knew the answer of course, but she always liked to make sure nobody else also knew the answer before she answered. Seeing that nobody was answering, she could feel a few people glance at her expectantly. Just a few more nanoseconds she waited, for the exact time when her answering went from a know-it-all speaking over everyone, to the saviour answering the question before the teacher answered their own question and the whole class loses.

She raised her hand, and when Dr. McCoy motioned for her to continue, she started speaking, clearly yet still quietly, almost to herself; "Determinism is the belief that everything that happens is predetermined, and there is only one way anything in the future will actually happen. This would basically mean that we would have no free will and our choices wouldn't matter, as in a sense, they were already made for us."

[Assistant]
Well, you learn something every day. The place was in Philadelphia, and one of George's three homes. The only thing she knew about the dude other than him being the first president was that he had his face carved onto the big rock with three other dudes faces. One of the other guys on the rock was Abe Lincoln, maybe. She'd probably learn sooner or later. She jotted down a few notes on what was said; George had three houses, one was the original white house (the one in Philadelphia), and John Adams (the vice and later second president) was the one to finish off Georges move to where the white house is now. Good for John, he seemed like a productive dude.

 She finished jotting her notes down in time to notice the person she was seated next to change size. And… material. She could have sworn the dude was made of metal and a lot bigger just a moment ago. Why'd he change? She shifted her gaze to look at him for a second before turning back to her paper. The teacher was talking, so outright asking something like that out loud would be embarrassing and rude. She'd give him a note asking. She took a fresh piece of lined paper and quietly tore off a piece, small enough to act as a little note, before scribbling her message on.

~Yo, you kind of just de- metalized out of nowhere and shrunk. You alright?

 She read over her very brief note. It sounded a little overly concerned, since it really wasn't any of her business, but then again it would be better to check if everything was alright. A little concern never hurt anyone, right? And there had to be some reason why he had to do that. She checked to make sure that the teacher was teaching not looking at her, and then handed/slid the once metal person the note. She made brief eye contact with him before looking back to her work.

[User] Rubbing his head, Chrys nods. After his momemtary black out his head stopped pulsating. His only problem was the feeling. He could feel so mich more and it made him dizzy. Not only that, but he could sense a kind of flow around him. Something that gave a near inaudible hum. He would try to figure it out later. Trying to listen in on the hum made his ears ring. He nods at what Caldwell says then just lays back down. "I think I'm gonna sleep a while... Got anything for a migraine, doc?"

[Assistant]
Shawn let out a small, nearly inaudible huff. How bogus would that be, to be a person knowing fully that all of the choices you will ever make were predetermined by some greater force. Shawn didn't like that. He was in control of himself, and nobody had any power over his sound mind.

The doctor went on, talking about notable philosophers who had been known to dabble in such beliefs. Some of the students began to murmur about the know-it-all Heidi, who they were all sure was the only person that Doctor McCoy would call on for information about a new topic. One of the louder kids talking against Heidi was one of the younger students who was just taking the class because he was told to.

This was Johnny Alderdyce. A Hotheaded Pyrokenetic who spent more time messing around with that lighter of his than actually doing any school work. The thirteen year old mutant sat right behind Shawn, refusing to stop talking to one of the kids next to him about the braniac. In his hands was his lighter, the flame fluttering around on the top of the metal shell.

Shawn let out another huff of air, this time a little louder. He went to stretch his hands as far back as he could reach. Using what he knew from science, he effectively stole the fire from John, the little wisp of a flame stretching out before being sucked into Shawn's finger tips.

John grunted and closed the lighter, sitting up straight in his seat. He had something new to complain about. How nice was it that this older student was picking on someone who had only been there a few months? John bet he could get some people on his side with that argument, or at least against Shawn.

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Peter was surprised to see the note placed on his desk. He wasn't quite sure how to react initially, but soon understood what was going on after a bit of thinking. Obviously the teacher did not want them to talk and interrupt the class, so speaking through notes seemed to be a good, if not sneaky, way to bypass that.

With his own pencil, Peter wrote on the other side of the little paper, careful with his English letters as he made his well thought out and elaborate reply. Peter's penmanship wasn't the best, even in Russian, but he was still going to try and make contact with the girl using his chicken scratch writing.

Yes.

Peter was not a very sneaky person, but he believed that he was not caught by Miss Moonstar when he put the piece of paper back on the desk of the girl next to him. He gave her a look in return, nodding slightly before going back to his notes. He still needed to work on controlling his strength in his steel form. He needed to be at the level where he can do everyday things as a large steel man without the worry of accidentally crushing something in his hands.

Miss Moonstar might have seen the passing of the note from Peter to Bonny, but said nothing to the two. Two foreign exchange students who knew next to nothing about american history. She was originally planning on starting a new project for the students to work on over the weekend, but felt like it would be better to unravel now and give them a longer amount of time to do said project.

"Okay everyone," She broke from the lesson and turned to the class. "We're going to be putting you all into small groups for our upcoming project. Make groups of three, and we'll be discussing the project."

As the students moved around, forming their friend groups and getting together, Danielle gave the groups papers about the project.

"A simple project, you will be choosing a president of your choice to focus on. As the packet says, you'll need to do research on their early life, their presidency, and their life after presidency. Include what battles and movements they took part in- and No, John Fitzgerald Kennedy will not be available due to people innopropriately using him in past years."

Peter did not find anyone to sit with, having been his second day at the school. He didn't know anyone, but was lucky enough to have another mutant choose to sit next to him. The older teen was nice enough to invite Bonny over with a lazy wave of the hand.

She looked tired. Her eyes had seen much more than any teenager should, and her face surely showed that. She smiled at Peter, sitting backwards in the chair to look at the russian boy in front of her.

"Sally." She introduced herself to both Peter and Bonny. "You can call my Skids if you want." Her voice even projected a maturity that shouldn't be hear coming from a sixteen year old girl. "We've got the Colossus of Rhodes looking like a little kid right now, and I've got no idea what your powers are. No matter what they are, both of you are knew, so I'm gonna help you out with this project."

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"Migraine?" Caldwell looked back at Chrys. The good doctor stood up and reached into a small cabinet, pulling out a little container of pills. "Tylenol. It should work long enough for you to get your bearings." He set the container down on a nightstand, smiling at the patient. He wasn't sure if Chrys could swallow pills or not, but either way getting him some water to drink would not be a bad idea at all. "I'll be right back. Don't be afraid to try switching the locations of the pills back and fourth to start small."

He was gone for only a brief moment, back with a small plastic cup of water. That too was set down on the nightstand, and Caldwell stood ready for any other requests. "If you need anything, Chrys, feel free to call me. I won't be far."

[User]
Heidi heard kids murmuring. If she waited any longer, the Professor would have answered, she was sure of that. Or at the very least, he'd know she was waiting. Maybe he already did. Maybe the reason there was murmuring was because of the kind of kids who go looking for problems. Philosophy was taken by many people, Heidi admittedly included, who were just looking to get their class quota filled to the minimum without the trouble of taking (or retaking in Heidi's case) Maths or Science, and most these kinds of people were the type to jerk off in class, get bad grades, and then scoff at the people who do get good grades. That was fine. That was just being a teenager. She understood that somebody has to get their attention. Heidi just feels very self-conscious when it's her. At least Dr. McCoy doesn't encourage the bullying, unlike Kurt.

On that thought, she glanced to Shawn again. He'd just snuffed the flame of the loud voiced boy's lighter, and said boy suddenly sat up straight and glared at the back of Shawn's head. Heidi smiled at Shawn, hoping to catch his eye and give some kind of gesture of thanks. Maybe a thumbs up or maybe even just a smile. A smile's fine. I'm smiling right now. Don't need to change anything.


[System]
Age: 26

World: Call of Cthulhu, Earth.

Race: Human, but was made to be an Elf, as was his request to a diety.

Gender: Male

Appearance :
Ysran Usually wears a robe, silk, and colored mostly a dark blue. But underneath this robe, Ysran will most likely wear everyday clothes, his favorite shirt being a short-short-sleeved black shirts that simply says "No." On it. He possesses no favorite pair of pants, although he is quite fond of his prized "Chuck Norris Action jeans" a pair of denim dark blue jeans that don't restrict movement whatsoever, while also looking stylish. He typically also wears a pair if waterproof Boots, as he basically always wore them as a child, and really hasn't grown out of them yet. (Not the boots, but the concept of always wearing them) His shoulder- length black hair flows behind him in the wind, as his Hazel eyes are constantly looking around. Ysran's body isn't Super ripped, but he does have a bit of muscle definition. After all, climbing through ancient ruins, walking and running long distances, and general exercise gives him quite good stamina and strength.

Personality: Generally very curious. Fairly carefree and loves to make others laugh. However, after having his mind probed by a god-like creature, Ysran has become a little...off. Not like Dementia levels, but enough to be noticed every now and then. Having your Psyche probed by an Eldritch diety tends to knock you off your rocker a bit.

Weapons: Mainly his magic, but when it comes to close quarters, he holds a revolver, kept shiny and clean, and a Machete that can feed on anothers sanity. Just a nick from is is enough to cause a headache. Ysran can usually take advantage of and enemy with a migrane, and can use his Breath of the Deep spell more effectively.

Abilities: Ysran uses a variety of Eldritch spells, including: Eldritch Blast, Attract fish, Summon Shambler, Summon Fish (Although this can be almost any aquatic creature) Fishscales and Greater Fishscales. Not to mention basic illusions. He is also trying his best to learn 2 new spells: Heal and Breath of the Deep.

Resistances: Mind effects, illusions. Prolonged exposure to the sweltering heat has also toughened Ysran's resistance to high or low temperatures.

Weaknesses: Frequently has fits and breakdowns because of his magic. And like said before, a bit Sociopathic.And also stuff that normal humans are weak to, like bullets, or drowning.

History: Ysran Stormreach is the son of a very successful business man (and woman) who owned Stormreach Harbor. After their untimely death, the company was left to Ysran. Instructed by a family friend, Ysran became very successful like his parents. However, Ysran grew bored of the harbor, and decided to roam the vast world as a traveling Magician. Eventually he came across a book that would change his life forever. A book containing the secrets to Eldritch and Occult magic. Real magic. Ysran's dream.

Returning home, Ysran learned about a secret Occult language and soon was able to conjure a ball of force, and soon a Shambler (a zombie minion basically) After making a name for himself as "The Magician of the Deep" His efforts soon led him to Brazil, where an aquatic diety revealed himself to Ysran. After completing a few tasks for him and his people, he was granted great understanding of the Eldritch, and can now fluently commune with them, as well as learning a few new spells. He now seeks out more knowledge and spells to fill his collection.

Here's a more detailed list of the spells Ysran can cast, as well as a short description of them.

A ball of dark energy capable of delivering quite a bit of force, about enough to go through a door. Against living targets, this can knock people down, and it terms of damage, it would take 2-3 to kill a normal person as the darkness burns like a strong acid.

Attracts all manner of fish and sometimes other aquatic creatures to a singular point. The range can vary from a few inches to several feet.

A zombie-like minion is summoned to do Ysran's bidding. It can follow simple commands such as "Hold this" or "Go there". If told to, the Shambler will follow another person's commands until told otherwise by Ysran. It prioritizes Ysran's commands first.The Shambler usually looks like this

A fish (or other aquatic creature) is summoned much like a Shambler. These can be anything from a goldfish, to a Great White Shark. However the general rule is, the bigger the creature, the shorter time it has before it is unsummoned. This can be delayed, but requires great concentration from Ysran.

Creates a layer of Scale-like armor around the skin. It doesn't turn your skin into scales,it just created a layer of them on top of the skin. Greater Fishscales is stronger, but normal Fishscales can be cast on others.

Can heal most wounds, poisons, and some diseases. This spell however costs quite a bit of mana, and spell casting time can take a while.

Fills an opponent's lungs with water, drowning them. However first, Ysran must mentally overcome his opponent. The spell also takes a moment to cast, and only lasts as long as Ysran concentrates.

Ysran projects a horrid version of a creature's worst fears. Creatures then tend to drop whatever they are holding and run as far away from Ysran as possible. Some, however, can resist the fear effect, but are still taken aback by the sight.
Another thing about Ysran's magic is that in addition to mana, it also costs a bit of sanity to cast. So if Ysran goes around slinging spells super fast, he'll likely break down and start laughing uncontrollably or get unreasonable paranoid. Stuff like that.

Upgrades: New spell: Fear. Description can be found under spell list.

[User]
"Now that everyone's ready, I'll open the portal to the next world." he said, nodding towards a blank doorway. "This next world is very different than where you just were." he smiled.

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Rockin' eyed the portal with a smirk. "Alright! Let's find that next piece!" He figured Code was going to have another speech for them, he loved to hear his own voice, but the unicorn pony didn't have the patience. He ran through the portal as soon as it opened.

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"This next world should be relatively calm compared to most of the worlds you will visit, though not compared to the world you were just in. What I can tell you about this world is the piece has disguised itself as a green, glowing amahagane. If you don't know what that is, you'll find out soon." Code said this, ignoring the fact Rockin' rushed ahead.

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When Rockin' landed on the other side of the portal, he stood atop a mountain. He had arrived just in time to see someone jump over the edge, leaving him surrounded by 8 samurai who didn't look all too friendly. "I'm not guessing any of you would be willing to help an off-worlder with a simple quest?"

They attacked, forcing Rockin' to put up his shield until the others arrived.

[Assistant]
As Code began to explain the next area, Ysran noticed Rockin' run through the portal. Ysran became increasingly worried as the seconds ticked by, and he ran through the portal after Rockin'.

Stepping through, Rockin' was already under attack. A group of what looked like Samurai were slashing at Rockin's magic shield. Ysran had an idea. "Oi! Over here! Come get some!" the group turned towards Ysran, losing interest in the seemingly invincible pony. Charging at him. Ysran Closed his eyes. Thought back to the horrors he had seen in that vision just a moment ago.

Ysran opened his eyes and gave an evil grin. Shoving his hands forward he shouted:"Hoxmarch!" A large black shadow flew forth from Ysran's hands. As it engulfed the area in front of him, there was a rapid succession of Clang! as the Samurai all dropped their weapons and ran off in different directions, seemingly shoving each other out of the way, trying to run from the shadows. All but one. Although he quickly realized the situation, and ran off with the others. Looking around, Ysran seemed to be on a mountain, or plateau of sorts. Somewhere rocky. "Well, that was fun. Maybe wait next time though. I don't want you dying on me. If you are going to run ahead, at least take Chuckles with you. When I decide to re-summon him, of course."

[User]
The Witch stared blankly at Code, seeming unimpressed. He likes to talk a lot, don't he? Cherry's eyebrow twitches in slight annoyance, she already tuning him out so that he sounded like an adult from Charlie Brown. The pink haired girl noticed the pony leap through the portal Code had pointed out. I didn't know we could just leave!! The Witch bolted into the portal, Ysran preceding her by a few seconds. Stupid tiny legs!!!

As she made it through, Cherry stumbled a bit and had to catch her balance. By the time she had regained that, she looked around to see they were on a mountain, and a stampede of samurai running for their lives from... a shadow.

The Witch glanced to her comrades, before frowning. Where was Broomy? He must have returned a while ago... Cherry went to the edge and looked down, eyes wide and curious. "Are... we in Japan?" Cherry smiled bright with excitement. "Its, where I'm from! Well, not me, but my character! I've always wanted to see it myself!!" The pink haired Witch seemed ecstatic, spinning around so her skirt flew around her legs. "Cmon, lets go, lets go!! I can't wait!!"

[Assistant]
Rockin' smiled as he saw Ysran come through. At least he wouldn't have to fight alone. Or at all, apparently... Then Cherry jumped through after them. Rockin' smiled and nodded. "I recognize this place. We're in Feudal era Japan. I remember that from my human memories." He turned to look over the cliff. "It seems those weren't the only samurai that were chasing after the hero of this world. My memories of this game are hazy at best and blank at worst. All I remember is we have to follow them. It's probably best if we have the one who looks most human approach them while the rest of us follow from a distance." He looked back, seeing if everyone was through.

Once everyone was through, whether at that point or afterward, Rockin' would nod to them and look over the cliff edge. "The fast way is down this way. The safe way is the path to my right." He pointed to his right, as he was facing away from the group. "I'll meet you down there. Be ready to fight at a moment's notice." With that, Rockin' leaped off the cliff and spread his wings, spiraling down until he landed, following the trail of dead bodies.

[User]
Rawk was probably the only one that actually sat through Code's explanation, though he didn't mind. He was a man who believed in gathering intel first. However, he didn't even need to bother, as all he learned was.... well, he knew where they were going now. True, he hadn't played very far into the games, but still...

As Rawk meandered through the portal, he saw Ysran scare off the samurai. Rawk then walked up behind Cherry, hearing her question. "Yes, we are in Japan. It's the only place I know that has samurai. We should find the protagonist, like Rockin' said. I have a slightly better memory of these games. The Crucible should appear as one of the key items." Rawk said.

Story Quest: Working Forward
Goal: Meet up with the Protagonist
Rewards: 25 XP, 100 Dollars, 1 Crafting Item
Time: 4 hours

Do you accept?
Yes No

Rawk causually clicked 'Yes' and then looked around, noticing the path Rockin' pointed out. "Well, I guess we might wanna split up. Since Ysran and I can't fly, I guess that leaves us to the foot path. Cherry, I'd recommend going with Rockin'. If we split up this way, we can back each other up." Rawk then turned to Ysran. "I'm ready when you are. Just need to do one thing real quick. Status." He quickly allocated his status points, then looked over to Ysran. "Okay, ready to when you are."

[Assistant] Ysran nodded at Rawk's statement. But before that... Ysran walked over to where the Samurai were. Bending down, he picked up one of several Katanas that had been dropped. Standing up, he examined the sword. It was definitely sharp. And seemed sturdy enough. Well, as sturdy as a Katana could be. Ysran held the blade over his shoulder. "Hey Rawk, want one of these? A bladed weapon could be handy." He walked past Rawk and looked down, off the mountains. It was a long way down. He stepped towards the path down. It was pretty steep. A good few minutes had gone by without any problems, and remarkable progress down the mountain was made. But Ysran thought to himself, what game was this? Samurai, and feudal Japan. Well they certainly belonged together. But there were several games like that, so what could it be? Ninja Giaden? No, not enough platforming. Maybe... some low budget Naruto game? It was possible. Ysran was clueless. Guess he'd have to wait and see.


[System]
Age: 25 years old

Gender: Female

Personality: Calm and collected would be the best way to describe her. Her usual expression is her normal face, as she doesn't smile while teaching to her students. She will smile though when she congratulates her students on a job well done. Or frowns and turns stern-looking when they fail. She is always happy to help a struggling student but she doesn't tolerate a slacker who's simply too lazy to study properly.

Backstory:
She was born in a remote mining village in the mountains, with her father working as a miner. Since she were little, she had taken interest in all things mining related, particularly on the bombs they made to blow up the wall of rocks inside the mines. The job to make the bombs fell to the females of the village, so she was welcomed to learn as much as she wanted on how to make them.

However, tragedy stroke one day, when a cluster of mining tunnel collapsed, trapping the workers inside including her father. Quickly, the females of the town used all the materials available to make bombs in order to dig through the rubble quicker, but even with all the bombs they had made, it was still not enough. And the next batch of gunpowder shipment wouldn't come until the next month. Sure, they had sent a help request to the nearest town but who knew when the help would come, if at all? So all the women in the town ended up digging through the rubble day and night in an effort to rescue their men before it was too late.

11-year old Freyja was naturally consumed with worry. If her father were to die, she wouldn't know what to do. Her mother would certainly be stricken with grief as well. Thus, she thought hard and long for a way to make more bombs without any gunpowder. And at that lowest point in her life, her power manifested. When she woke up after falling asleep due to tiredness, she was grabbing a bomb inside her right hand. At first, she didn't know why it was there, but she remembered that she dreamt about the bomb, how it was made and how its composition and structure should be. So she did the same once more and to her surprise, another bomb manifested in her left hand.

Thus, with this power, she managed to save the miners at last. The villagers didn't even ask any questions at first as they were that desperate for some miracle to happen.

And so she became known as "The Bomb Girl", one who could make bombs out of thin air. Instead of being suspicious against her, the villagers welcomed her ability instead, thanks to their closely knit community.

However, one day, another channeler arrived, thanks to the rumors about this "bomb girl" spreading to the nearest town. He was the headmaster of the Institute, and he saw the talent hidden beneath Freyja, who was 14-years old at that time. Without anyone to teach her, she had managed to expand her ability to create miniature bombs as small as a pebble. She could also set them to explode whenever she wished, unlike ordinary bombs. So the headmaster approached her parents and told them about their daughter's ability, and how he wished for her to be taught at his school. Of course, her parents were reluctant at the prospect of letting her daughter go with some stranger, but Freyja herself insisted to go, as she wished to learn more about her ability herself. She told her parents the truth she had been hiding that she felt stifled staying in the village for all this time and she felt her life could be better than just being a bombmaker for the village. After some more persuasion, they finally let her go.

So she was trained in the institute as a student. And she graduated with flying colors. The headmaster asked her if she had any idea what she wanted to do after this. If not, she could stay here and become a teacher as they were quite short on mentors with the typing of architect. She agreed, in exchange for the institute's resources as she still wished to develop her skills even more. And besides, she enjoyed teaching others as back when she was a student, other students came to her for advice as she scored the highest in most of the exams.

Appearance:

Equipment: She had many chemistry-related equipment in her room, and she would use it daily for her study and experiments.

Abilities: She is very well-versed in chemistry knowledge, as it was certainly needed for her to make better bombs. She is also somewhat knowledgeable in the art of gears and pistons, as she needed the knowledge to create her walking spider bombs.

Channeller category: Architect

Description of power: Bomb creation

Names/descriptions of moves:
1. "Tiny Tim" = Her basic combat bombs. Creates five miniature bombs in one hand and throws it towards the enemy.
2. "Spider on The Wall" = Creates a pair of bombs with legs in both of her hands. The bombs can walk autonomously on their own towards the enemy or she could control them with her mind as well. They could also stick to the walls and ceilings, so they could prove effective as an ambush
3. "Sticky Hands" = Creates a bunch of nigh-invisible, microscopic bombs on her hands. If she grabs an enemy with them, they would stick to their clothes/skins. Then she can detonate them remotely.
4. "Breath of Death" = Only works when combat happens inside a closed space. Creates microscopic bombs inside her lungs that she breathes out, making them spread around on the battlefield unseen by the enemy. She cannot control their movements, but she can bait the enemy to stand in a spot where a decent amount of them gathered and let them breath them in. Then, she detonated them once they were inside their own lungs.
5. "Land Mines" = Creates miniature bombs under her shoes that would stick to the floor as she walked. They are tiny pebble-sized, not microscopic but still could be really hard to notice.

Character theme song:

Other:
She is now learning medicine making in hopes of expanding her architect ability to create them too.

STAFF CHARACTERS ONLY

Institute role: Architect mentor

Why they were chosen for the Institute: She had been proven capable both intellectually and mentally to be a mentor. She had a calm and responsible demeanor that befit her position. She had deep knowledge on the art of architect, thanks to her constant strive to create better bombs.

[User]
Hondo Shigeki

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 Evidently, the wide berth he gave the merry band was not nearly wide enough, because he was still in earshot when the shouting started. He winced slightly at the small girl's loud declaration, and the declarations that followed. The shouting....Oh, the shouting. People in this school LOVED to shout, day in and day out. Already, he pined for the days of his relatively shouting-free vacation....it was WAY too early in the morning for this shit. He briefly glanced over at the group, brow furrowed in annoyance. It twitched briefly at the sight of Jonathan's smile and wave. He cursed his own impulsive glance; his plan to avoid a massive headache was utterly ruined.

 While his gaze was turned in that direction, his eyes briefly fell over the group as a whole. While Jonathan's infuriatingly familiar face stood out, the other, new faces blurred and meshed together into a haze in his mind....It didn't matter what they looked like, they were all just noise to him. Just a bunch of new shouters and nuisances to get in the way of his peace and quiet. A face did emerge from the mass in his thoughts, however, as he noted the pair of golden eyes briefly on him. A sharp-looking new arrival was giving him a dirty look. His brow twitched again.

"Yeah, good morning to you too, jackass..." He muttered petulantly under his breath.

Then, more noise. So much more noise. Too much god damn noise. He turned his attention to a nearby tree, watching a small ninja child topple over from a tree and crash into the dirt below. He greeted everyone with strained but loud "Nin-Nin."

.....

"Nin-nin." The kid actually said "Nin-Nin."

It was WAAAY too early in the morning for this.

He could only give the shinobi child a look of quiet, poorly-masked irritation. He prayed to himself, silently, that this was simply a lost boy and not a new student.

A shining light of hope pierced the murk of Hondo's heart, however briefly, when he turned back just in time to watch Jonathan get coldcocked in the face by a little girl. A tiny rush of positive energy flowed through his veins for a fraction of a second. He felt, dare he say it, amused. The girl who threw the mighty punch tore herself from the murky haze of blended students within his mind. She, too, had earned a recognizable face in his eyes.

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@Dragonsinc @tipssyCalibrator @Dblade26

[Assistant]
Bradley Drake, Jr.

"Eh?!"

Bradley looked at the rude lass, as if she had deeply insulted him. He then shifted his eyes toward the group of students, scratching his head. Why didn't he notice them before? Was the map so horribly drawn, it hypnotized him into following it? No, no, that's not it... well, regardless, might as well not sit here looking like a fool for any longer.

"Triton's beard, what a rud lass." Bradley said to himself, scratching the back of his head, again, before standing up and approaching the group of students, stuffing his map and compass into his coat. Might as well introduce himself now, and rally these lazy students just standing around.

"Alright, ye land-lubbers, listen here! The name's Bradley, and I'm looking for where this bloody Institute is! So if any of ye want to get off yer' lazy bums and help me find it, that'd be appreciated!

[User]
Natsuki Sumiko

Before she could shake his hand, he turned away... and for good reason. One student had just decked another in the face, out of no-where... No way. That wouldn't stand, not one bit! Everyone, everyone here was her fellow student. Everyone here was someone she wanted to be friends with. If they were fighting so suddenly for no reason... it only made sense to try and sort things out, didn't it?! And so, without understanding the situation at hand, only that one student had punched another, Sumiko focused. That warm sensation flooded into her legs, and they seemed to take on a faint, flame-like aura. With what sounded like a small explosion, she was off like a shot. She wanted to get there fast, before there was more fighting!

She skidded to a halt right between the two students, looking back over her shoulder to see if the guy was okay. Oh... the teachers were already handling it? Well... well still! Spreading her arms wide, Sumiko stood firmly.

"We're all supposed to be fellow students, aren't we?!" she declared, "Then that means that we shouldn't just fight each other! We've only just met, we're supposed to be making friends and learning more about everyone! That's what we're here for, isn't it?"

@tipssyCalibrator

[Assistant]
Alexei Pavlov

Alexei could not believe it; not long after Daler cautioned them to watch the kids, the kids started trouble. Alexei sometimes wondered if Daler didn't predict the future in those dreams of his. It was a terrible way to start the school year with one student assaulting the other out of the blue. He was most worried this would give people the wrong impression about how things operated here. Fortunately, the situation did not seem to escalate. Others arrived on the scene to seemingly calm everything down, and at least one of the students was demonstrating an excellent attitude towards the situation. More concerning was the seeming apathy his fellow staff members showed towards the fighting.

Regardless of the circumstances, Alexei knew someone needed to add an authoritative voice to this incident. Joining Natsuki in between the fighting pair, he began to speak. "That's quite right, young lady! This might be an institution dedicated to honing battle talents, but that doesn't mean anybody should be fighting willy nilly. Part of your education will be learning to use your talents responsibly." He was partly addressing the immediate students and the crowd in general. "Now, little miss..." He said, turning to face Akiko. "Would you like to explain why you did this?" Alexei had heard her say the word "pervert", but that didn't give him too much insight into what had happened. Hopefully, it would all just be a big misunderstanding.

@tipssyCalibrator @VitaVitaAR

[User]
Freyja's attention to Ryuuto was soon interrupted by the booming voice of another of his co-worker, Alexei. As usual, the big man was as energetic and spirited as ever. Looking beside him, she saw the student he was escorting. And to his chagrin, she seemed to be far less enthusiastic than him. She had to stifle a giggle after hearing their argument.

"Good morning to you too, Alexei," she replied to the man. "So far, nothing really major has happened. The students seem to be making merry in knowing each other."

Maxwell stated his disinterest with the new students, just as she had expected from him. The man was too much of a genius to be bothered by the common folk. This was why she herself was quite resigned from asking him for help for her own research. She didn't know what he was researching exactly, but she had the feeling it was something beyond just making bombs.

Daler however, though there was a spark growing in the air. And he was indeed right, as soon after, one girl punched another boy right on his face. He fell down to the ground, nose broken. The girl then shouted about how she would never go out with a pervert like him.

Freyja intended to step in and interrupt them, but that role was taken by Yuki, the newest addition to the teaching staff. She didn't know why he was there however. Could it be that he was pretending to be a student? He certainly could pull it off with his youthful looks.

Daler commented that it was hardly a fight and that he deserved that one. Certainly, the boy was down with just one punch. The girl must be an Augmenter. Somebody must tell her to learn to control her power or else someone will really get hurt one day. As for the latter, she guessed that the boy must have flirted with her. And judging by her reaction, he must have said something quite insulting and dirty. For the boy, he needed someone to tell him how to treat a girl properly. She certainly would've given him an earful if he were to do his tomfoolery in her class.

Alexei walked over there as well, asking the girl why she did it. She decided to approach them as well as she also wanted to know the reason from the person herself.


[System]
Age: 18
Gender: F
Appearance: An Asian woman with a thin but athletic build you might expect from a free-runner. Her nose is wide and flat and her dark-green mono-lid eyes are a little too small for her flat face. Her eyebrows arch towards her nose and her lips are curled down at the end, giving her a neutral face of looking peeved off. Her skin is naturally a sort of peachy color, but because of how much time she spends out of doors it has tanned to shade of olive. Her hair is dark-black, usually tied into a high bun.

She wears an off-white tank-top with a dark blue hoodie layered over it. For mobility as she moves her bottom articles of clothing is a pair of sweatpants and some expensive looking running shoes.

When she is doing criminal activity, she puts her hoodie up and places a black cloth wrapping over the bottom half of her face.

Personality: Extrovert, Confrontational, Emotional, Has-A-Moral-Code, Confident

Powers/skills: Kinetikinesis

Samantha is able to control the kinetic energy of objects she touches, as well as herself. This allows her to strengthen the power of her attacks, run faster, and manipulate her momentum. With this power, she can do things like jump in one direction, and then suddenly change course mid-flight. She can also use this skill to scale up walls and even do short term gliding. This also grants her the ability to throw objects much faster and with more control than normal. However, the more drastic of a change in kinetic energy, the more stamina it requires and she can be exhausted quickly if she does too many bizarre plays.

She is also adept in free-running and parkour, as well as stealth and lock-picking. She has excellent hand-eye coordination, but this is not the result of any supernatural powers. She's just coordinated.

Equipment: She carries an extendable baton that is easily portable. It extends out to a foot and a half, she can use it for a variety of things. She also has a handgun with a single extra clip she keeps on the inside of her hoodie in a hidden pocket. Other items include a miniature lock-picking kit, and a pocket with three metal ball bearings she can use as projectiles.

Short Bio: Her early childhood was spent in a wealthy neighborhood, her father her only caretaker. Her father, Lo Park, was a quiet man on the straight and narrow, he'd never committed a crime in his life and he never would. He was also an older man, for Samantha was born very late into her parent's marriage. Complications resulted in the death of her mother, so Lo Park took care of Samantha by himself. Lo Park loved Samantha with everything he had, but unfortunately his child was a troublemaker, and was horrible to him. She was never built for the lavish life style, and hated every moment of her private-schooling.

 As time went on, he developed early onset Alzheimer's disease. Samantha neglected him for a short while as he began to become more and more unstable. She turned to a life of crime, doing petty thievery. Eventually, when her father forgot her name for the first time, something clicked inside Samantha. Her father was the only family she had, and she was going to take care of him as best as she could. Using her father's money, she hired a personal caretaker for her father. She felt terrible for being so ungrateful and spoiled to her father, but still, the life of crime called to her. She did it not for the money, but for the thrill. Everything else drove her crazy; in her mind she had no other option but illegal activity. When she was sixteen, she was pick pocketing people when she was intercepted by a young woman named Elizabeth. Elizabeth was her mentor, teaching her advanced techniques. Samantha was better than ever at her craft.

Elizabeth challenged her to do something big. She was planning to rob a gas station, and could use a partner. Samantha accepted. During the heist, they ascended to the rooftops. That was when it all went wrong. She didn't know how it happened, but when Elizabeth went to lift her up to a higher roof, Samantha's leg shot downwards with an immense amount of force. She kicked Elizabeth in the head, her kinetic energy manipulation manifesting at the worst possible time. She killed her mentor with that blow. Terrified, young Samantha fled from the scene. It was a traumatizing moment.

Still, life went on. She continued on her own, learning more and more about her newfound power. She began pulling more and more solo heists, getting grander and grander as she grasped the scope of her powers more and more. Eventually, she donned the alias Maverick. In between in all, she visits her sick father and his caretaker. She doesn't tell him of what she does, of course not. He may not remember that she said it, but she didn't want him to be disappointed in her. Samantha knew her lifestyle was foolish, but somehow it was too late. There was something deep inside her that kept her from going back.

And then, she was contacted by The Presence. It would expose her identity, tell everyone that she was responsible behind the murder on the rooftops. It would destroy her father, force him into a retirement home. She had no choice to believe it. It knew everything about her somehow, she feared that it too could find a way to link her father into her actions. It couldn't happen. She wouldn't let it.

Other: Due to her previous and only experience with killing, Samantha is incredibly averse to lethal combat. She refuses to kill someone, unless under extreme, extreme circumstances. She's in it for the thrill of outwitting and escaping, not murder.

[User]
Metallia placed her chair among the other chairs when they came in, slightly behind the rest of the line if possible. After that, she has been sitting silently, watching over the rest and intentionally not involved herself.

... Hm. The Presence seemed to have quite the amount of control over them. Metallia pondered about the means which it gathered information, and as such also what means she could use to do things that the Presence wouldn't be able to sense. ... More on that later. She dispelled the line of thought immediately with the after-thought of "it might be able to read minds".

This post is also just a general "I exist" post, Metallia just watching silently on the side.

[Assistant]
Conrat looked to the two who had sat next to him. They were both strange in their own ways to say the least. Conrat couldn't accurately describe, Joe, he was like nothing he had ever seen. I mean tight clothing was one thing, but this was another. He was friendly enough though, and, as if Joe's suggestion was a command, Conrat slouched ever so slightly in his seat and crossed his arms. Ed was different, he looked normal enough, if a bit scruffy, but it would have been a bit hypocritical for Conrat to even mention that, let alone take it into account. His strangeness came from the incident earlier, of which Conrat only caught a glance at.

Conrat jolted in his seat as the unfamiliar sound of a gun echoed through the room. He immediately straightened up, grabbed his sword and had unsheathed it halfway before The Presence began speaking again. He quickly put his sword on the ground, he was no longer embarrassed or anxious, he was on edge. The Presence seemed to have the base on lockdown, and no doubt with weapons like that this would be a tough, near impossible fight if this was a trap.

He kept his back straight, Joe's suggestion of relaxing would fall on deaf ears after that kind of shock. The Presence spoke like a noble, Conrat had met once. He was a ponce to say the least, and actually confessed to be a paedophile after his army had been defeated by the Demon Army. The promise of riches and bloodshed was nice enough, but Conrat didn't take the demand for 'obedience' very well. Obedience was something he gave to those he respected, and someone who couldn't even face a team they'd assembled was not someone he respected.

[User] Things were heating up that was for sure. It seemed in accordance with the new additions, The Presence was eager to trim the numbers. She could understand him firing off a shot at LL and Mako, after all they had practically raided the mans fridge. Maverick, however, was just standing minding her own business, surely that wouldn't require being shot at. As if to demonstrate a small amount of her so-far secret powers, Tereska's finger slyly morphed into a talon, she used the extremely sharp nail of sorts to scratch a small doodle into the expensive-looking table in front of her. Her other hand remained, cupping her chin as her boredom became more and more obvious.

[Assistant]
@Mr_pink

Jackal gave her a rather overconfident and cocky grin. "If you get on my bad side then you may want to worry about how my kin are at being ambitious predators." Even from here, he could smell the residue of magic from her, though she didn't appear to be the only one to cast spells, there was definitely a difference in quality and type. There was something, instinctual nostalgic of it. Afterwards he began to take note of more of his contemporaries. One of the girls seemed to have embarrassed herself, and the other was almost in trouble as the presence may have shot her had she continued whatever it was she was doing that was unknown to Jackal's attention. Speaking of instinct-based nostalgia, He noticed another striking character, a man with a giant sword. "Nice to see some variety, I appreciate the use of a more primitive weapon." He called over to Conrat. Most of these characters seemed tolerable. Well except for two. One smelled of seafood, the other wasn't wearing any clothes, and had been the center of misfit behavior for this meeting. He tried to ignore them for now, annoyances for another day.

[User]
His mind having wandered off from boredom, the sudden sound of gunfire caught Nergal off-guard. Tensing up as his gaze snapped to the ceiling he relaxed slightly when he saw the guns seemed to be pointed elsewhere and the Presence voice growled at the three who still had yet to sit down. So it seemed that they weren't completely replaceable or else he would have imagined the Presence would have wounded or killed those three for ignoring its instructions, though as he gave the guns another glance he figured there was unlikely to be anymore warning shots.

Looking at the rest of the group he gauged their reaction to the scene, he noted that most of them seemed to be undisturbed by the gunfire, including those that had been shot at. The naked boys reaction was particularly curious and amusing, to have such a blatant disregard for a tool that was designed to kill him spoke of either great mental fortitude or mental damage. Then there were others like Phone Freak which he couldn't help but chuckle at, her comments just far made her seem like a smart individual so perhaps she was just unused to combat situations? The warning the Presence aimed at her was curious as well, giving him an idea of what kind of powers she might have.

[Assistant]
When the gunshot rang out next to Mako and the naked one, mako resisted the urge to jump. When the presence spoke and told him how these guns could punch through titanium a small grimace formed on Mako's face, "A fine waste of a bullet since I was going to seat myself anyway." Tupperware dish in hand he made his way back to his chair and after moving his "Party Gear" on to the table he sat down and continued eating raw salmon filets, now right in front the entire group.

After listening to all the voice had to say Mako simply shrugged, "Human riches hold no appeal to me...bloodshed however is more my scene..." Mako smiled to himself once again letting his razors show a bit as he thought about all the interesting people he was going to eat. "Yeah what about when we aren't doing stuff for you? You gonna lock us up? What good are riches if we are to be slaves?" Mako continued to eat fish while sitting in his chair directly across from the man with the large sword.

[User]
Of Night @dragonmancer

Dianna laughed, placing Ms. Muffins II on the table, as if displaying a weapon of mass destruction. The kitten stared at everyone with the wide eyes of a doe, focusing softly on the man eating raw fish, before scratching at the table. Dianna smiled at the cute little pet, stroking her behind the ears. "Even the most ambitious predators have fallen at the hands of Ms. Muffins II!" She announced enthusiastically, and the kitten meowed sweetly in response.

She remembered the many ways Wise One would punish her if she became overly cocky. Some were funny, others...not so much. She knew that she wasn't going to hold a dagger that had once been a spoon to the man's throat, that would give off a bad impression, and not everyone took it as lightly as she did. Instead, she would do something more playful, with quite possibly a sour result.

"Columbae." She muttered, pointing at his chair. The wooden piece of furniture he was once sitting on became a small flock of doves. As soon as the initial shock wore off, they flew up into the rafters, leaving the white haired man without a seat. Dianna smiled warmly at him, before turning her attention to the man eating fish. He had brought up a good point. "Yes! That is a grand point! I would much rather go home, than stay here after we are done. A festering hole of criminals is not a place for me."

[Assistant] At first Jackal chuckled at the sight of her trying to make her cat sound threatening. However he was soon left in surprise as his chair disappeared and was replaced by a flock of birds. Annoyed Jackal tried to catch one but his reaction was delayed. No longer having a chair he was forced to stand up in front of the table. Crossing his arms he glared at the witch and her cat too.

[User]
"Columbae."

Maverick watched the situation from her new seat (that was so respectfully recommended to her by their new host), and the girl who gave her bad vibes seemed to be some sort of...witch? A magic word ended the conversation between her and another patron, turning the chair into a flock of birds that now were festering about on the ceiling. Great.

Suddenly, a shudder ran up and down Maverick's spine. An after effect of being shot at. She exhaled and leaned forward, placing her elbows on her thighs and resting her cloth covered chin in her hands. The longer the night went on, the harder it was becoming to stay cool. This was representing an unfortunate trend. She hoped this Presence didn't plan to keep this group of misfits together for long.


[System]
Age: 18

Occupation: Mechanic at his father's garage.

Personality Traits: Sarcastic and somewhat rude. Atsuma is blunt and honest when it comes to situations and isn't afraid to call someone out. He does have a temper and it shows but his reactions tend to be loud and over-the-top causing more attention than he had originally expected.

Little Background: Atsuma has been working under a car since he was able to carry his father a wrench and has been a grease-monkey ever since. Despite his poor attitude he gets fairly good grades in school and there is no surprise his best grades come out of shop class. His cocky and arrogant ways leads him to believe he can do anything and so far, his drive has yet to prove him wrong. Now as he inches towards graduating, he hopes to continue to work with his father and learn as much about being a mechanic.

[User]
Ding Ding Ding

"Thank god!" A blonde haired boy shouted from the back of the classroom as he slammed his history textbook shut with diligence.

"You know Mister Kyo, if you showed as much enthusiasm coming into class as you did leaving, your grades would be better." The teacher called out to the blonde as everyone gathered up their belongings.

"Yeah yeah, you're not the first to preach to me Mister B and you won't be the last." The blonde called back as he got to his feet and shoved his textbook back into his bag. Letting out a large yawn he stretched his arms above his head and pulled out his gloves from his bag. Slipping the gloves onto his hands, he gave them a smirk. The leather felt good against his skin and he clenched his hands into fists. "Oh yeah…" He muttered to himself with a grin. Tossing his bag over his shoulder he strolled out of the classroom like he owned the place, only to pass his teacher who was rolling his eyes.

A quick stop at his messy locker left him grabbing only two things, a helmet and his keys. Kicking the locker shut with his foot, he spun the keys on his fingers and whistled an obnoxious tune as he strolled through the halls. His hazel-gold eyes scanned the people through the hallways but he showed little interest until he stepped outside. His brothers were climbing into Rayne's car and he gave them a polite head nod as the two waved to him. Astuma was the eldest of the three Kyo brothers and probably the one most would consider a 'rebel' of some kind. He was rude, direct and sarcastic unlike his brothers and always showed a sign of superiority that no one could seem to talk down.

Atsuma arrived at his bike and gave it a grin, "Still looking gorgeous but no play today, we've got to help the old man." He said to his motorcycle as he climbed onto it. Pulling his backpack onto his back, he slipped his helmet onto his head and stuck his key into the ignition. The bike roared to life before settling into a nice purr. Giving a soft sigh and finally feeling content after a pointless day of school he pulled the bike out of the parking spot and took off.

After a nice ten minute rid he pulled into the back of Pat's garage, his dad, Patrick's, pride and joy. He was the best mechanic in town and everyone knew it. Not only did everyone know it but everyone came to him for help with the cars. "Atsuma!" His dad called out from somewhere in the shop as the young man entered and removed his gloves and school stuff. "We got work today!" His father was happy and jolly plump man at 5'7 inches in height and round shaped; quite the opposite of his 6 foot toned lean son. "Alright!" Atsuma called back matching is father's excitement. If there is one thing Atsuma loved outside of his family, it was mechanic work.

[Assistant]
Ding Ding Ding

"That bell was late by 1 whole minute. Again" a girl with orange-gold hair murmured darkly from her seat at the front of the class as she snapped her fingers, causing the peon sitting on her right to begin packing away her things quickly and efficiently while the peon to her left pulled her chair back as she gracefully rose to her feet.

"You know Mister Kyo, if you showed as much enthusiasm coming into class as you did leaving, your grades would be better." The teacher called out to a certain blonde boy at the back of the class.

"Yeah yeah, you're not the first to preach to me Mister B and you won't be the last." The blonde called back as he got to his feet and shoved his textbook back into his bag.

The orange-gold haired girl silently fumed as she waited for the blonde to exit the classroom before taking her bag from the peon who had packed it. She hated every second she spent in the same room with that boy. Come to think of it, she hated everything about that boy. Once she was certain that he had put enough distance between them, she nodded to the peons on either side of her before taking her leave. The teacher watched her leave tensely. Were she not the daughter of his boss, he would have rolled his eyes at her as well.

Once again, she was forced to stop and wait for the blonde to leave his locker. Her locker was right next to his, and she didn't want to be anywhere near him for longer than she needed to. Once the blonde was out of sight, the orange-gold haired girl approached her locker and retrieved her keys. Once she had them, Chisana Dadakko walked out of the building. She found her car and began her usual drive home. 10 minutes in, however, the car began making some very unusual sounds. And on top of that, it was slowing down.

"What?!" Chisana exclaimed as she floored the gas in an unsuccessful attempt to gain speed "Why is my car slowing down?!". As the car continued to slow down, Chisana spotted a garage on the side of the row and breathed a sigh of relief. "At least I can get someone to fix it here" she said to herself as her car barely made it into the garage before its engine died.

A jolly plump man who had been arranging some tools looked up from his work. From the sounds he'd heard the car make on its way in and the desperate look on the driver's face, he knew what she wanted. "Atsuma!" Patrick called out "We got work today!"

Chisana groaned at the mention of Atsuma's name and then a 2nd time at Atsuma's response. 'Why me?' Chisana thought to himself as she listened to the sound of Atsuma's approaching footsteps.

[User]
Finishing up getting ready for work, Astuma slid himself into his work jumpsuit and dusted off his hands. He liked working in the shop with his father. It was great father-son bonding and was teaching him a skill he never thought he could have. His attention span in school wasn't very long but he really enjoyed the freedom of doing things with his own hands. It would explain his lack of attention and his even more lack of willingness to pay attention during school.

When he walked out into the bay, however, he stopped. His arms fell to his side and he let out a sigh. "Hello princess. Did you chariot break down?" He asked with a sarcastic chuckle to his voice as she climbed out her car. With a skilled hand he reached down and popped the hood. Once the supporting was in place he leaned into the car. His expression changed to one of seriousness as he looked over the car. Unlike his many blank expressions in class, these were focused and examining the things within the car.

"Tell me what's been happening? Describe the sounds. Any odd smells?" His golden hazel eyes never left the shut off car and the reached down, grabbing something from inside and began to feel it, deciding if it was tight or loose.

[Assistant] Chisana turned her nose up at Atsuma indignantly in response to his greeting as she climbed out of her car. She then walked over to a nearby chair and sat down as Atsuma got down to business. "I was driving home from school today and the car started making this weird spluttering sound" Chisana said when Atsuma asked about what happened "Soon after, the car began to slow down and refused to speed up even when I floored the gas pedal. I barely had enough time to get here before the engine died. That's all I know". Chisana then lapsed back into silence and resumed turning her nose up at Atsuma. Chisana hoped that she didn't have to stay for long. She detested every second she spent in that garage and wanted to leave as soon as possible.

[User]
Atsuma reached down into the car and felt something before jerking his hand out with a yipped. The transmission was on fire and compared to how one would normally feel. "Okay." He said with a nod acknowledging what she had said before going around the car. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed her upturned nose and smirked slightly. Really? You're going to turn your nose up to the guy who's going to take care of your car, smart… opening the driver's door he looked down, the seat was pulled up to the steering wheel. Was she really that short!? Eyebrow raised he glanced over his shoulder at her before sighing.

Reaching inside he started the engine only to hear the noise she was describing even more intensely. "Oh no…" He muttered before reaching over and attempting to put it into neutral. "Oh man…" Placing the car back in park and pulling her emergency break he turned back to her as he shut the door. "You have a big problem." He said with a nod as he went back to the popped hood and called out, "Dad! We've got a tranny issue."

It wasn't long before the two men were looking at her car together. "Oh boy…" Patrick muttered as he came out from under the car and stood up, wiping his hands on a nearby rag. "Young lady," He began with a nod to her. "Your transmission seems to be having some issues and it will require us to keep the car here for a few days. Best news would be it's a small park that can easily be replaced. Worse news could be that we need to take apart your transmission completely. But there is always hope."

A small sigh left the old man as he continued to explain, "However, because we're a small shop we don't have a loaner car for you but Atsuma can give you a ride home." The look on the blonde's face behind his father was one of shock and before he could protest his father continued, "You two go to the same school right? He could just pick you up before school and get you home safe and sound." Without giving the kids much of a choice or a chance to protest, Patrick provided her with the papers she needed to sign and ushered Atsuma to change so he could take her home.

"Alright dad," Atsuma said with a sigh in his voice before turning back to Chisana. "Wait outside, I'll be right there." With that he disappeared into the back room to change out of his work clothes and grab his spare helmet for her. Great… just great…


[System]
Age: 17 (appears as 30 when under the effects of Shapeshifting)
Physical Description:

Finbarr is 5'8" tall and weighs 65 kilograms. Overall, he has a modest form.

When using shapeshifting to alter his human appearance, he becomes 6'1", but he still weighs the same.

Important items:

- Armor: Standard issue body armor.
- Twin energy swords: Two plasma blades that can be turned on and off. Light and easy to carry around, if not having a strange balance of weigh when wielded.
- Pictures of family and friends. Believe it or not, he has a Rau've friend.
- A diary containing all of his experiences.
- Credits: A few thousand worth of money given by the Rau've, in addition to 20 million galactic credits derived from Ashton and Flame's playing of the stock market.
- Plasma pistol: Definitely only for self defense.

Short Bio:
Finbarr Callaghan was born to a middle income family in an underground city in the Saturnian Moon of Titan. As an only child, he was extremely cherished by his parents, and because of his loving upbringing in a rather friendly environment, Finbarr would grow up to have a heart of utter compassion and a positive outlook in life. And, to be fair, he truly was blessed in the lottery of destiny; he had a family that was quite well off, he attended a private school that was built into a space station orbiting the moon, had true friendship, and did not have any bad experiences early on in life. As such, he would see the universe as a place of opportunity, a realm where there is always a silver lining if one knows where to look. One might say that he is detached from reality, but no one can deny that this kind of thinking is the reason why he was good at what he does. Friends looked to Finbarr for comfort, and he spent quite an amount of his allowance when giving to beggars. All was well, life was good. Finbarr dreamt of going to theater art, and eventually become an actor. After all, his cousin, Connor, was also one, and was already starring in a few movies.

Those dreams would end up becoming wishful thinking, however. Finbarr was kidnapped by unseen agents on his way back home before his fifteenth birthday, and was injected with Kaisoken dust, giving him magical powers. The Ascendancy said that all of this was for betterment of humanity, even as he and his fellow youngsters were forced into a grueling program. Despite everything, however, the temptation to lose his humanity in the depths of horror and torture was ignored. He would help squad mates that hurt themselves, even if it meant a scolding from the higher ups. He would then be forced to fight, and even then, it took a lot of "convincing" with Mind Magic to get him to actually kill anything. It took a while for him to finally accept that he had no choice, and did the missions anyway, even with a heavy heart.

The battle of Proxima Centauri would be his last deployment. He was amongst the first to be captured, jumping out of a breach portal only to be immediately grappled by a Rau've soldier.

When he came to be, he looked around to see the friends that he had made in the camps in prison as well. At first, he expected to be abused yet again, but the Rau've were unexpectedly compassionate... just like himself. It would be reported that all he did was cry tears of relief as soon as the Rau've showed them kindness rather than wrath.

Now that he had been released, Finbarr had found his former dreams an impossibility, to return to his beloved mother and father a paradox. To this end, despite whatever his conscience may say, he will avenge himself, and every other child whose future had been ripped away from them by the Ascendancy.

Spell List:

Breach Portal (Timespace): Finbarr is able to open either two small portals (large enough for someone to put their hand inside), or one person sized portal at any given time. These portals can either lead to visible locations within 100 meters, or to a place that Finbarr is very familiar with. The exception to these principles is that if Finbarr detects that someone he is 'connected' to is in danger via Retrocognition, he will be able to project a breach to their location, even if he is not familiar with it.

Energy Blast (World): Finbarr is capable of projecting beams of energy from his hands, which are powerful enough to hit with the strength of a heavy laser.

Spacetime Lockdown (Timespace): Encapsulates up an entity in a cuttable dimensional pocket space via a beam of energy for 5 seconds. While inside, captured entities are unable to interact with the rest of the universe and vice versa.

Retrocognition (Timespace): Finbarr has a chance of being able to sense when someone he is connected to is in mortal danger. This connection refers to friendship, romance, or familial ties.

Shapeshifting (Change): Finbarr is able to turn to any kind of animal, though this requires practice for each type. Currently, he can be a cat, a lizard, and rat. In addition, he is also able to alter his human appearance to a limited degree. Usually, he uses shapeshifting to hide his true age.

Chronoshift (Timespace): Finbarr is able to shift back into any point he was in within the 10 seconds before casting, reversing injuries that were sustained prior to Chronoshift being used while retaining all memory of what has transpired. Chronoshift is usable in between cooldowns of 2 minutes each.

Character Traits:

Master Swordsman: Finbarr was trained as a master duelist, taking advantage of his small, nimble frame and Timespace Magic to be one of the most dangerous sword wielders amongst the Star Marines. While most individuals that still dare use melee weapons in such an advanced age would be gunned down long before they got close to their targets, Finbarr would not, what with his ability to cross engagement distances in the blink of an eye. As such, he is excellent when dueling with singular foes, though even he has limits, namely the fact that once he portals to a location, his exit point could be intercepted. In addition, he cannot endure damage as much as the likes of Tarak or Narvia; Finbarr is more well suited for settling fights quickly.

Deceptive Acting: For Finbarr, speaking lies are as easy as breathing, and pretending to be someone else is, apparently, part of his baggage. Long skilled in theatrics, he couples this with his Shapeshifting Magic, making him a good pick for infiltrations and undercover missions. Not even lie detection machines could find fault in him; telepathic magic would be required to sniff out his true intentions.

[User]
Things died down just as fast as they started to move. The plan was sound, and it worked like a charm, and now they were being showered with rewards and discounts, something that made Avelyn stir uneasily. Her poverty-induced greed was one thing, and a strong one, but this just seemed too easy, too good. And things that were too good were usually a trap. And the last one she walked into ended with spacing and capture. She shook her head to get that memory out, still too early to try and stanch that particular wound. Anyway, at least it looked like they'd have better transport to the ship itself once the low-squat APC returned, and if a day didn't require gunfire and medical assistance, it was a good day in her book.

Since they were picking themselves up, she leaned over the table and gently shook Iris awake. "Rise and shine, sleeping beauty. Sandman put you under and made off with all your candy." She whispered, figuring that ought to do it and excused herself to see what the gun shop had in store, specifically looking for field apparel. She had a hunch the road they'd chosen had quite a few scrapes in store for them, and getting her only attire soaked with blood and full of holes sounded about as smart as it sounded appealing. While she was at it, a dozen or so spare inserts for her armor would be nice, but she expected that would bite into her current private funds something fierce and leave her with just enough to grab a meal. One meal.

[Assistant]
Ashton and Flame

"So 'The Dragon' is your godfather," Ashton said to Narvia. "I can see why you speak fondly of him. And yeah, I think you and Ariel should sync your Omni-tools - That ought to shorten the decoding time..."

As for the weapons merchant, the young man ordered, "Ah, do you have those organic Rau've knives which ooze poison in contact with blood and have to be watered?" They did, and Ashton paid the required credits with a quick, "Thank you!" before being interrupted by Flame.

"Ashton," the other youth was trying to be practical, "We need proper helmets, or at least earplugs - The ones we have are getting old. And we also need better armor than our ballistics vests - Perhaps a Steelweave suit with trauma plates underneath? Power Armor will obstruct our mobility, after all."

Ashton nodded, getting into the spirit of things, and ordered those goods as well, before saying to Flame, "We'll also need grenades - EMP, fragmentation, inciendary, cryo, the works. And what about a Rocket Launcher for Tarak?"

Flame gave another nod and said, "Done," before turning to Nero and saying, "If you want maximum cutting power, I recommend getting a hybrid metal-plasma knife with a heat-resistant blade which can be covered in plasma. But just in case we need to fight robots, electrified knives would also do."

Either way, once the purchases were done, they'd arrive at Natasha's ship, the Xuanzang.

Natasha Zhang

Natasha had made sure the ship was as clean as possible once the Star Marines - The new additions to the crew - finally reached it. This was easier said than done as Moonstrike had installed plenty of redundant self-cleaning systems inside the ship, including a small battalion of robotic 'roombas' which constantly went to the hard-to-reach places to scrub off dirt and such. Either way, the ship was presentable, and the Captain prodded herself on that. And now, to introduce herself - Presumably all the kids had come through the airlock?

The 'Light Frieghter' (though of course, it was tougher than that) had a meeting room for the crew to gather together and plan operations, whether legitimate or criminal. Natasha led the Star Marines to this meeting room, which contained holographic projectors which were more advanced than a commercial ship should have, then spoke to introduce herself and Abbadon, who seemed to be the only crewmembers present - The two others still have not arrived.

"Greetings," she said in a clear, friendly, but still firm voice. "My name is Natasha Zhang, former Captain of a Corvette during the Battle of Proxima, dishonorably discharged, and now a Moonstrike Operative - We seek vengance against the Ascendancy which threw us away." She then gestured to Abbadon, "And this is Abbadon Kinslayer, the first 'Limbed Kaisoken' but as you saw earlier today, not the last. He seeks to force his kind to adapt or die."

She then smiled and said to the 'Star Marines', "So, what are your names, all of you?"

Bee@Th3King0fChaos@The Man Emperor@Landaus Five-One@FalloutJack@Conscripts@dragonpiece@Starlance@supertinyking@samakama

[User]
Finbarr Callaghan | The Spacetime Breacher

It wasn't long after the whole near altercation with the damned Restarters that their merry troupe had been ushered into the vessel that had been waiting for them all this time. For all intents and purposes, it would serve as their mobile base of operations in their campaign of vengeance against the Ascendancy of Man, that corrupt institution that must be brought down to the ashes of history. It wasn't an all too special ship; it was officially a light freighter, though it was obviously more than just some tug boat cargo ship plowing the void. No. It will be the instrument of revenge!...

"Pfffft... limbed Kaisoken... ahahahaha... feck... Why am I laughing... ah, bloody hell."

Taking a brief second from snickering at sight of the second Kaisoken with limbs that he had seen during his entire life, Finbarr straightened himself as he introduced himself. "The name of this git standing in front of ye is Finbarr. Finbarr Callaghan. I be specializing in Timespace magic, especially them portals. I'm from Titan's undercity, and I love getting into them little vents."


[System]
Theme:
For Ironic Reasons

Gender:
Female

Species:
Goblin

Appearance:

Goals:
Survive

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Transformations:
Goblin

Inventory:

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

[User]
Mourningstar

Mourningstar appreciated the Shield, but there was no time for thanks unfortunately. Her attack on the Goblins has missed, meaning that they were now out for her blood. "Alright everyone, lets start picking them off while they're spread out! The shields look fragile, so try and break them as efficiently as you can." A Wisp that had followed her from the Wispmother's group proved her point handily, striking a shield with a Mana Orb and cracking the shield even further. Unfortunately it was quickly struck down, but the flash of ozone in the air warned of an angry momma.

"Don't attack any of the Wisps either! I don't think they're on our side, but I do know they're certainly not on the Goblin's side!" She moved over to Digbie as she called this out to the group, firing on Rattleskull with a Mana Blade at the same time that Digbie fired his Stone Shot. "Let's keep up the pressure, we outnumber them!"

[Assistant]
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She didn't know how, but it had happened. Rattle was practically on top of her and didn't even know it. Jason had hit him, drawing blood, and he was confused.

Angry.

They never mixed.

She prepared herself, because this was the best chance she could ever hope to get.

Heh. He smelled like burnt fur. Disgusting, just like him.

When the Jason made his move, she attacked.

Moving quickly, letting [Muffle II] do its job, she went for the back of his injured leg, blowing out a Breath attack at his injury. Behind the knee was her mark, ripping and tearing with fangs and venom.

If she succeeded in making a wound, she'd blast a Glob right into it before moving up his back towards his neck.

If she made it that far, she'd start tearing into it until he stopped moving or she was flung off.

[User]
Asteria

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Asteria worked alongside Ed, copying the way he dug out small holes and practically planted the needles in the earth so only the sharp and poisoned tips peeked out, barely visible and certainly unlikely to be noticed by anyone who didn't know what to look for or where. She realized the enemy was approaching but was a bit distracted because she was sure she saw a lumbering brute come to a stop still some ways ahead and wondered whether she and her companions should just run up and attack at this opportunity…But once Mother squeaked at them in alarm, she decided waiting in ambush was the better strategy. Surely, some of the goblins would want to reclaim their Bonfire, wouldn't they? And when they rushed in to try and do so, many would be crippled or at least slowed down, and someone had to be here for that, so they could take the easy targets down.

With that in mind, Asteria crawled back into the fox-hole, positioning herself so that she would be able to jump back up and attack as soon as she needed. This time, she chose to focus on her hearing actively, hoping any sounds she might catch would clue her in to the situation better than the vague shapes she had seen earlier. She still kept her eyes open, just in case, hoping that doing so wouldn't render the active part of her Beast Senses II useless. Once again, she tried to take deep calming breaths, but so as to not relax unduly (not that she imagine she could right now), thought about the various ways she might attack an enemy. She imagined scenarios with one or multiple goblins and tried thinking about what kinds of equipment they had been able to make in the time they had. They probably had something like clubs, maybe spears, and a way to make fire…She shivered thinking of that, but knew this was no time for fear. Perhaps it was unfortunate, but the only viable response in this situation was to fight. And kill. It couldn't be that different from the time she had killed those other creatures for food. And then the goblins would see why messing with creatures that had the intelligence of humans was a mistake they should never even think of repeating!

[Assistant]
Asura took note of the rather well equipped goblin running towards his hiding place. Well, well equipped in a primitive sense of the word. He touched Mother Slime to get her to stay and potentially rush out if things went bad for him. Her had used this kind of tactic before in various strategy games, send out a beefy feeler to lure out someones ambush. Well they'd only get half of it if the goblins were even that smart.

"You're awfully far from your green friends, girl." He said, revealing himself to her. The dark behind him would hide M.S unless Orchid really looked hard for the bigger slime. Of course she'd probably focus on the talking slime since at most others just kinda squelched. "What are you running from?" He questioned while keeping himself non-threatening. Aside from his kind of scary face, it wasn't easy keeping a face solid when you're goo.

[User]
Crushing one of the mana crystals he held to restore his mana, Oberon let himself drift down from the ceiling as he watched a small group of Goblin's head in his direction, their progress clearly visible from the torches two of their number held. This was not the group whom Mourningstar had fired upon, nor the group who had killed the other Wisp, but judging from the speed at which they moved and the way that they were heading straight in his direction it seemed clear that they knew someone was over here.

There was a commotion of some kind off in the direction of the entrance that suggested that someone else had also had a run in with the Goblins, but a look towards that area showed him nothing; nonetheless Digbie ran off towards the source of the noise and Mourningstar went after him, leaving Oberon by himself to face the oncoming Goblin's. The small party didn't change direction to follow them which meant the Goblin's either didn't see the two leave or they had seen and where targeting him specifically.

He should probably assume it was the latter, if only because it was the worst case scenario and it paid to be prepared for the worst. So, what could he do? If they had really seen him then he couldn't hide; they would find him eventually. He could try and run, but unless they lost sight of him they would likely just continue to chase him and without knowing where everyone else was he didn't want to accidentally lead the Goblin's to one of his allies.

Although, if done intelligently that probably wasn't a bad idea honestly; leading the Goblin's towards his allies so that they could face them together was probably the smart decision right now. Even so he didn't think he could do it. If they had planned for something like this beforehand then maybe but they hadn't. Leading these enemies into an ambush was one thing but when the supposed ambushers didn't know they were supposed to be ambushing someone then he would just be putting people in danger. Fighting them by himself seemed like a bad idea but Oberon didn't want to be responsible for anyone else getting hurt; at least he knew he could shield and heal himself if anything went wrong, not to mention fly away.

The torches were closer now, close enough that Oberon could see more about the Goblin party heading his way. There were only three of them, two with torches and one without, and they were all armed. It didn't appear that any of them were carrying shields however, so firing at them from a distance was a viable tactic; even if they did have shields he was sure his Mana Dart would have made short work of any makeshift shield anyway given what he had seen it do to that rock earlier.

It seemed his course of action was set.

Taking a bracing breath, Oberon dropped even lower and began to fly towards the Goblin party, casting Shield III on himself as he did so. He approached cautiously, maintaining a distance from the ground that should keep him out of the range of their spears, unless they decided to throw them, but making no effort to try and hide his approach; not that it would matter much anyway if they already knew where he was to begin with.

When he was almost on top of them he stopped, hovering above them and raising both hands in front of him. Concentrating on the image of a small and narrow projectile Oberon cast a Mana Dart at the first torch wielding Goblin before turning and firing a second at the other torch bearer.

Cast "Shield III" on self
Cast "Mana Dart" at female Goblin
Cast "Mana Dart" at torch-bearing Goblin

[Assistant]
Much to Orchid's surprise, there wasn't much of a reaction towards her running towards the enemy line. While there were a few spooked creatures coming out from the stonework, they didn't seem to go after her in particular even as she tried to dodge any oncoming attacks. It made Orchid more worried however; perhaps the enemy was merely waiting for her to get close enough for them to attack all at once. She had managed to reach the bonfire which of course was naught but ash now; it wasn't as if she could expect the monsters in this cave to be bothered to maintain the fire. For better or for worse; the goblins were the only ones who had torches so they could navigate these caves, but it also made them an easy target for the monsters capable of attacking from afar. If she could somehow get the bonfire going again the goblins could ditch their torches and hold their ground here where they'd have visibility.

Wasn't long before someone finally came at her. Or rather, revealed themselves to her. Some sort of talking slime; Orchid assumed this one might be someone like herself, brought to this world after an untimely death. At the very least she didn't hear that last slime she killed say anything, let alone question her. She wasn't sure if this slime was present when monsters attacked the goblins, but the fact he's here and not being harassed by the other monsters gave her a good idea that he was part or at least allied with the group. And who knows how many others were here. Orchid wasn't going to stay for long. "Running from? Running towards." Was all she said before Orchid moved further away from the slimes and the goblins, hurling the stone from her sling towards the slime that spoke to her. Even if she didn't j kw how to use this weapon very well, she surely couldn't miss at this close of a range. Hit or miss she went further down the tunnel where her previous camp was.