[System]
Name (Full): Finnegan Foster. He now goes by the alias of 'Finn Casey' and few people actually know his old name.
Age: 30
Place of Birth: Kansas territory that would now be considered Colorado
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Language: English

Physical Description

Height: 6'0''
Stature: Somewhat of a bean-pole. He's tall, lanky and thin and wouldn't make a difference if he ate more or less.
Hair: Finn is a tawny redhead. His hair is neither short nor long. Just a few inches short of being able to tie it back. He doesn't mess with it too much aside from pushing it back and out of his face. Can be a bit unruly at times but he doesn't pay much mind. Oftentimes, his hair is just plain dusty.
Eyes: Blue-Green
Skin tone: Fair with a good amount of small freckles that seemed airbrushed and often mistaken for dirt. He doesn't tan well but he can sure burn if he isn't smart about covering his head.
Features: A bit of a fox-like face. He has long, thin features and despite his age they can seem very boyish at times.
Typical Clothing/Equipment: Canvas pants and loose button downs. Often wearing shades of forest greens, browns and tans. He wears a pair of worn, leather boots and an old, tan frock-coat in wintertime...which he likely stole

Personality/Attributes

Personality/Attitude: He's abrasive, messy but centralizes most of what he does around humor despite the nature of his actions. He has no real concern about personal property or belonging for the most part and will usually try and cheat or steal his way out of something or to something. Despite his mistakes and wrongdoings in the past, he is not an overly-cruel person. In fact, he isn't the type of criminal to humiliate or glorify unnecessary violence and despite having a piggish nature towards most people he would never take advantage of them in that regard. If anything, he is a very 'in the now' sort of fellow and wants to keep it that way. He doesn't plot or scheme for the long-run, only when it's necessary to get from point A to point B. He's somewhat of an imbecile and it's clear he had no formal education despite street-smarts and the ability to schmooze and turn things around in his favor. He's witty in some instances, and a complete fool in others. Mostly, he just does what he can to get by and doesn't see the seriousness and need for responsibility in the world like most do. He laughs a lot for someone who's supposedly a fiend. He'll sell just about anyone out, breaks promises left and right, but come the day he meets someone who's worth it he'll be as loyal as a dog.
Skills/Talents: He's got an amazing aim despite being a clumsy moron most of the time. This is considered an advantage to those who don't know him because they assume he's inept with a weapon. His knife skills aren't up to par but if he's desperate then he'll give it his all.
Most Hated/Dislikes: People who take life too seriously. He's not really a hateful person so it's hard to pinpoint exactly things that he has a passionate dislike for. Perhaps people who force him to do things seeing as he's stubborn.
Goals/Ambitions: To be one of the most known and revered criminals in the Western expansion. To die by his terms and to live off the land as free as a bird.
Philosophy of Life: In order for your name to be spoken the loudest, one often must be the most quiet. Meaning that if he wants to get anywhere or expect to survive, he has to be as sly he can be. This is difficult, considering he's a loudmouth who acts before he thinks.
Religion/Beliefs: This is unclear. He doesn't show enough proof of disbelief in God but he certainly doesn't follow a wholesome Christian law. He tends to not think about heavy topics like religion and usually finds some aspect of it to laugh about.
Children: None. That he knows of.
Sexuality and history: He's had many partners, usually women but there have been a handful of male lovers thrown in there that he's managed to sway. Usually, his flirting ends in a red face from either a good slap or punch. That doesn't mean he doesn't go out of his way to try.
Addictions: He's a smoker and will do it just about anywhere. He'd smoke in his sleep if it were possible. He isn't much of a drinker because of it being difficult to successfully escape when you're stumbling around. He'd never turn down a drink though and when he's in a safe place he'll go nuts. A petty drunk, but a fun one if you're a fun person.
Family: Finn doesn't know if his father is alive, having been walked out on before he can even remember. His mother is alive, and thoroughly ashamed of having such an infamous son. She lives with her two daughters and Finn's younger sisters but hasn't seen them in a number of years for obvious reasons. Despite being a selfish man, if he had to do one good deed it would be to someday return to them and spoil them with riches. Knowing that this isn't a realistic goal, he still thinks about it from time to time. He grew up with very little money and due to his rowdy and unmanageable behavior was sent to live with his aunt from when he was 9 to 19 when he eventually ran away. Before he disappeared and dropped contact from them entirely, he would poke in from time to time for a hot meal and a bed to sleep in before he'd rounded up a posse and gained his 'criminal-legs'.

[User]
Eli blushed at Finn's comment, looking away as he muttered something incomprehensible. He didn't have to fight his sheets in the morning! He could get out of bed just fine. Finn began to rummage through the pantry, pulling out a peach before setting himself down besides Eli. He briefly wondered if he should eat something as well, but then another wave of pain hit him and he lost his appetite. Eli never ate that much anyways which was probably why he was so skinny in the first place. The priest shifted his body away from the other, trying to avoid him. Then Finn started talking as if he were good friends with Eli, if not a mentor and pupil relationship.

Strangely enough, Eli gradually started to face Finn as the man continued to talk. Curiosity always got the best of him in the end. Eli didn't know anything about fighting and Finn seemed like the type to know about that sort of stuff. "Of course Finn would be good at fighting!" He mentally lectured himself. The man was a criminal!

His eyes followed Finn's hand movements that pointed out the various "cheap shot" areas. Eli made a note to stick his fingers into a person's eyes if he ever needed to defend himself in the future. He had no doubt that problems would arise. However, when Finn patted his groin, Eli quickly looked the other way. "Is that so?" He said, his face still red. "I'll keep that in mind, thanks," he quickly added before peering at Finn. "You must have had a hard life, huh?" He suddenly asked. "Knowing all of that..." He coughed awkwardly before reverting back to his more 'priestly' ways. "I suppose you should start your confessions now...or maybe later?"

[Assistant]
Finn was no stranger to fighting. He'd formulated a number of strategies during times of danger and when quick thinking was a matter of living or being sent under the ground. It was a particular way of living when a man got his kicks out of a fresh face to scrap and fresh pair of fists along with it. Bar fights weren't untypical for him either - In fact it was a prime place to scratch the itch of adventure. Adrenaline, along with alcohol, was not a particularly good mix. Had Eli let him have his way, he'd show the tiny priest just exactly how skilled he was at a clean shot. Had the damn judge not ordered his gun to be confiscated, he would have anyway.

"Suppose I have. It does you good to know. But I scrap 'cause I enjoy doin' it." Finn didn't seem bothered. Personal questions were a foreign concept to him, quite possibly one of the noisiest men Eli would have to deal with. For a criminal, honesty about his own experiences seemed to be as genuine as they came. No question has yet to cross him; a life on the run with little to no money made a dishonest man honest in the strangest of ways. Be it loneliness or temporary acquaintances, he felt no need to lie about his own person.

"I wouldn't say hard. Wouldn't trade it for any other life there is out there. I get fed 'nough," he emphasized by waggling the half eaten fruit, "Work and rest on my own terms. No one gets to tell me who I am and who I ain't. I met men that make me look like one of your saints, if you can believe that. Never stole from family though, and one day when I'm out there again I'll strike it big somewhere and they won't have to work a day in their lives. They're sorry 'bout me now but they'll see."

It was a dream, and quite possibly the only kind of promise to another human being he'd keep. If a life of luxury meant settlement then he wanted no part. One day would be a lucky one and Finn would pass on the riches just to keep the glory of the steal. He just... needed to play his cards right and slip by both the law and the eyes of God by this point. Which, on the topic of God, it didn't seem as though Finn had ever had a proper confession in all of his waggish life. When he realized this, he pulled a puzzled face.

"Don't think I ever did confess before and I don't suppose I know what happens either."

[User]
Eli couldn't imagine living the life Finn led. Fights? Breaking the law? Wandering around with only a dream? The young priest was never able to understand those type of free-willed people. But Eli's entire life had revolved around God. Hours were spent pouring over the scripture and kneeling with his hands clasped together. He didn't go outside much nor did he socialize with others beyond church grounds. The only family he had was God and his adopted father. Compared to Finn, he had little to no experience about the outside world. So like a dried sponge, Eli soaked up every detail Finn gave.

The little bit about what Finn's family wrenched his heart-strings to say the least. Eli bit his lower lip, fighting back the urge to say a few words of comfort...Maybe along the lines of; "I'm sure they love you anyways" or "I hope you'll achieve that dream." Either one didn't seem appropriate. Instead, he concentrated on the fact that Finn Casey had indeed 'confessed' in some weird anecdotal way.

"It was good enough for me, learning about why you do the things you do," Eli admitted, almost laughing at the sight of Finn's puzzled face. "It usually goes like this - Asking for God's help and acknowledging your sins. Then you ask for forgiveness and promise that you'll never sin again..." He scratched his collarbone before abruptly standing up. "Excuse me. I have to change out of these clothes before I die of heat," he quickly muttered before scurrying upstairs to his room.

He would wear his clerical clothes all day but in this weather? Eli could no longer stand it. In a flash, he was in comfortable and light brown overalls and white dress shirt. Funnily enough, it only highlighted Eli's scrawny frame. Sighing in relief, Eli headed back where he had last left Finn, a bit ashamed that he had left the man hanging like that.

[Assistant]
Finn didn't feel like his confession was anything extraordinary. In fact, he didn't recognize it as a confession much at all if it hadn't been for Eli confirming it as such. He shrugged, his puzzled face washing over with a comfortable satisfaction as though he expected something far more rigorous and complicated. That's how it always sounded, right? His thoughts didn't often turn towards God, or Jesus for that matter, and the only time he'd ever called out to either of them was in situations far more amoral than he figured Eli's poor tolerance of provocative speech could handle. In all honesty, Finn couldn't remember the last time setting foot in a church, much less folding his hands and earnestly praying. He found his own luck, or so he'd like to believe, in a fast and unabashed life that Eli was sure a stranger. He liked a fast life; he liked his smokes and his alcohol, he liked banter and rebellion, pretty women with round faces and rouged, cherry-colored lips, handsome but sheepish young men who turned a blind eye come morning. It was cheap life with even cheaper morals but it was a life Finn knew well. He didn't suffer, he didn't complain, and he couldn't imagine anything but.

Eli explained the order of confession. Frankly, he didn't understand how God was supposed to hear about them anyways and even more frank he wasn't all too sure what constituted a sin or how most of that worked anyhow. Was it a kind of special tally carved into the clouds by God Himself? What exactly happened to a man's sinning once they were offered up to the Lord anyways? It must have been written all down in that Holy Book, he concluded with a quizzical ponder at the leather-bound prize that the young priest was always clutching so dearly. He wasn't sure exactly who it was that wrote it, honestly, and it wouldn't do him much good to try and read it himself. Illiteracy wasn't a bragging right necessarily, and he'd gone thirty-some years without sitting properly with a word book in front of him. He knew enough phrases to get by, a good handful of his own vocabulary did the trick, but he wasn't sour of the fact.

Finn found it interesting enough to scoot the Book closer to the corner of where he sat. He fingered the rounded corners of the leather but did not bend them. Instead, he flipped through, watching each page cascade before starting again in idle patience while Eli was pardoned. The words were meaningless to him, too small of a print to be comfortable enough to read and in no way did he understand its formatting. It was a story? No, a rule book. Or perhaps both? It was the Word of the Lord, at least that's what he'd heard so many times before. When spoken, it was a wave of gibberish and nonsense in the sense that it all entered one ear and spouted out the other. He was close to raising a few questions that itched at his curiosity, but when the small man returned in garb that wasn't near-killing him from the heat, Finn cracked a much familiar grin.

"Now you're foolin' me. Hell, I coulda took you for a regular person wearin' this." He gestured to Eli's change of clothes, one hand in motion while the other idly tapped on the outer cover of the Book. "'n here I thought you lived in all that black."


[System]
Age:
16

Appearance:

Salomea has black hair usually done in shoulder-length pigtails and grey eyes behind her glasses. her timidity, ineptitude and shrinking nature are immediately apparent on her face, making her something of a bully-magnet.

The above image is her magical girl outfit. Her soul gem is a a light lilac in color and is a circular gem with a ripple effect located in her hairpiece.

Nationality:
Polish

Personality:
Salomea is a shrinking violet who suffers from a mild case of social anxiety. She is introverted and a poor communicator. Salomea is an academic at heart and tends to be pedantic, though her grades are not stellar. She tends to get ignored and her desires and opinions are often overlooked, for which she is resentful, but she does nothing about it as she is non-confrontational. Salomea lacks initiative and has resigned herself to a fate of mediocrity and obscurity. She caves easily to authority, force, threat, and volume. Salomea is usually careful and meticulous but she tends to 'drop the ball' or fold in on herself when stressed, rushed, or otherwise agitated.

Afflictions:
-

Wish:
"I wish people would listen to me, that they'd stop ignoring me."

Biography:
Salomea was the middle child among three siblings. While her older sibling had responsibility and authority, her younger sibling had attention. Salomea tried to ingratiate herself with her parents by fulfilling their expectations of her as an obedient child and as a student. However this only made her more obscure as her siblings became 'squeaky wheels', their rebellious nature's garnering more attention than her compliance ever could. By this point she was too entrenched in her ways to change and wasn't even fully aware that she simply wanted acknowledgement in the first place. School was different in the fact that her teachers appreciated her hard work, decent scores, and obedience. However this brought a lot of unwanted responsibility from teachers who would assign her tasks and leadership roles, as well as undesirable attention from some of her peers who hated her for being a 'goody two-shoes'. The bullying never got physical, but those who disliked her knew that they could easily get away with refusing to comply with her assigned responsibilities, which caused her distress, pent up frustration, and gave her a sense of powerlessness at being unable to fulfill her expectations and obligations, and making her appear inept. For a few years now, Kyubey has been plaguing her, offering a wish and informing her about her responsibility as a potential magical girl. She refused constantly because she was afraid to fight and because she lacked the confidence to be a hero or do a good job. She also was afraid to wish for anything, believing that she deserved everything bad that happened to her. However as her frustration built up from her home and school life and Kyubey's continuous insistence, Salomea finally caved. Her experience and despair are low despite her age because she hasn't been a magical girl for a very long time but she has survived a few lucky scrapes.

Skills:
Trivia: Salomea is a wellspring of useless information
Philosophy: Salomea likes to talk about philosophy, especially epistemology and Schopenhauer's Hedgehog's Dilemma.

Threads of Fate:
6

Magical Weapon:
Steel Rod: Salomea's weapon is a simple silver bludgeon like a kanabo or a metal bat, but it is slender, straight, almost as long as she is tall, and has a triangular cross-section.

Experience:
2

Magical Ability:

Harmonics (Core): Salomea's rods vibrate at desired frequencies. These harmonic vibrations can be used to generate sound or shatter various, usually hard and brittle, materials, such as concrete, bone, glass, etc. To achieve the right frequency, Salomea needs to triangulate: she strikes the target once with a low frequency, then again with a high frequency. Based on how the pitch changes after each strike, Salomea can calculate the resonant frequency of the object she is striking, the third or fourth strike is usually quite devastating. For softer materials, the vibrations usually allow the force of Salomea's strikes to penetrate deeper, though some soft materials are just really good at absorbing sonic energy.

Cymatic Disruption Field(Secondary): Spawning multiple rods, she plunges these rods into the ground in very specific locations to create an acoustic region. The more rods she manages to put down, the more effective it is. The region is flooded with noise that can stun or disable opponents. At weaker levels, opponents will overcome the initial shock fairly quickly, but at stronger levels, it can induce bleeding from the eyes, ears, teeth, and nose, as well as internal hemorrhaging. her harmonic strikes are also amplified in intensity while in the Cymatic Disruption Field.

Signature and Finisher:
N/A

██████:
4%

[User]
Frederica Bernhardt
Danzig, In pursuit of the Familiar.

The familiar wasn't dead yet.

That much was clear, for it seemed to be barreling towards people in the city. Not exactly something she would have liked to happen, especially since her best weapon wasn't suited for fighting with normal people around.

"Hi. You must be another girl... I didn't expect there to be so many of us!"

It was another girl, another Magical Girl, who had spoke to her. One that was, upon turning her head to have a proper look, very young from her looks. It would seem Kyubey was with her as well. Frederica would have dearly loved to stop and pet it, but she had a more pressing matter at the moment. Should the one that had dashed off botch this one up, several people could be in danger.

"It's quite jarring, considering I didn't even know there were other Magical Girls until a few minutes ago. Haha..."

Frederica stopped dead in her tracks at that.

It was quite strange. She had told herself again and again, only her mission mattered, only her DESTINY, her FATE would take priority. But still, she was unable to just leave one so obviously inexperienced, so obviously young, so obviously oblivious, to learning how cruel the fate she had chosen really was.

"They sure are fast... hey, it looks like the Familiar or whatever is almost at the street. Isn't that bad?"

"Yes."

That brilliant smile. She closed her eyes for a moment, before turning to the girl and speaking more. "Keep close."

With that she put a hand on the girl's shoulders, no more than a tap, before continuing on her way towards the familiar.

"If the familiar feeds, we're going to have to deal with another witch."

[Assistant]
Ludmilla walked through the fair, glancing at knickknacks, perusing second hand books, trawling through odd sets of clothes that needed a better home. She'd made a complete circuit, feigning interest at all of the stallowners, acting like what they were hawking was interesting. But everytime she looked up, she didn't see the figure in green on the clocktower. It was uncanny. She'd not see it from one corner of the street to the other, when she openly looked and tried to catch it in the corner of her eye, even while she stared into the reflection of a shop window. Which must mean only one thing. The girl was hiding. Well, two could play at that game.

She, 'Milly, dabbed at her eye with the crumpled up napkin and tossed it neatly into a rubbish bin. She stooped down, like she was going to pick up a coin, and placed three fingers onto the cobblestone streets. This would have to be done quickly and sneakily, or she'd be swamped by people asking to know what was going on. It was the 21st century, so she probably wouldn't be ran out of town as witch by an angry mob of farmers with pitchforks, but you never knew with rural folk.

The magic spread out of her fingers, joining up with each other as the triangle at her fingertips slowly became more tangible, more physical, more real. It solidified in the air, the inside colouring and developing like a polaroid, becoming glossy and reflective, until a perfect little shard of mirror was in her hands. And through it, she could see herself reflected and over her shoulder, right on the gothic architecture, was...

She'd remember what happened next extremely vividly. Even in the chaos that had ensued, she'd remember fragments of it, usually after waking up at four in the morning with a fever tangled up in her pyjamas and screeching like a banshee. There had been a flute player, off in the distance, with a hat on the floor for people to throw pennies in. He'd been doing a roaring trade. In her mind, that man became like a pied-piper figure, attracting all the good little girls for miles around and wrecking havoc to such an innocent little hamlet. They poured out of the alleyway, one after another, following a witch's barrier on legs as the thing bounded out of the air. It didn't move into the street proper, but the thing managed to suck up two old men like the last suds in a milkshake.

But that wasn't the scary part. The scary part was the veritable army of magically enhanced youths following along behind it. They came in all shapes and sizes, tall, short, young and even younger. Each and every one dressed like the prettiest girl in the quinceñera. Several were carrying weapons of various shapes and sizes. One had strapped a cannon to her back, several more had knives and bows and hammers aplenty. And, unlike the witch that had appeared in the alley mouth (Didn't witch's barriers usually stick to walls? Whatever, it wasn't important, maybe this wasn't that kind of witch) there was no way of passing this off as some kind of collective hallucination, or trick of the light. Even in the little bubble of slowed down shocked-o-vision Ludmilla was in, people were turning their heads and dropping items as the witch's barrier towered in the alley's mouth and coming right for her.

Speaking of.

The thing lunged at her. She felt the tug of it, the drawing in, the irresistible pull as it tried to bring her into its labyrinth. She lunged out of the way, falling and rolling up under the taco stand. No wonder the thing was empty. The poles were uncomfortable with chips, let alone food from some far flung nation whose only claim to fame was Che Guevarra. Under the save haven of the stand, she could hear the screams, yells, and other paraphernalia of fun times. She stayed for as long as she could down there, thinking about her next move. Danzig was a bust, she could tell already. A Walpurgisnacht waiting to happen, with that motley little crew doing their thing. Kyubey must have done well around here. Obviously, she wasn't needed. She'd heard Crakovia was nice at this time of year. Warm, stuffy bookstores with inattentive custodians and few witches to fight, that was all she wanted.

She lay under the stand, hiding and most certainly not transformed, waiting for the noise to die down

[User]
Salomea's phone buzzed with the arrival of a message. Checking it, she saw Kei's text, and replied:

Salomea:
That's really close to where I am. I'm fine, enjoying the parade with family. I sense a witch. You're taking care of it, right?

Salomea looked across the street in dread, realizing the 'witch' had found her. She didn't know what to do, she couldn't transform in this crowd without being noticed, and she couldn't cross the street with so many people's attentions focused on the parade. Then she remembered how Kyubey had guilted her into becoming a magical girl, that she was responsible for the safety of the populace. Salomea backed away from the street slowly, telling her family she needed some fresh air. After she was backed far enough into an abandoned alley, she transformed into her magical girl outfit, a white frilly dress. Looking down she could see a manhole. Salomea cringed at the thought, but figured that traveling through the sewer was probably the only way she'd get to the witch without being seen. She stuck her finger into the tiny hole that was built into the cover. Normally, a long metal tool was hooked into the hole to pull the cover off, but one thing Salomea had noticed about being a magical girl was increased strength. It was still an exertion to pull the cover off, yet she had the sense of stealth to roll the cover over to a wall quietly and prop it up instead of just letting it fall to the ground in a loud clatter. Looking at the parade to get her bearings, Salomea jumped down the manhole, splashing down into some muddy nastiness. Litter from the parade flowed passively by her feet. She headed in the general direction of the 'witch', hearing the sound of the parade move over her head as she went under the street. When she arrived at another manhole, one that she was certain was in the alley opposite where she stood with her family, she could sense the 'witch' almost directly above her. She climbed up the ladder to the surface and pushed up on the manhole cover, peeking through it to see what was going on, hoping that she could successfully stay hidden for the time being.


[System]
III: The Empress
Age: 16 (Starting Second Year at Warakuma High)

Appearance: High School Drama Queen

Leiko's sense of style radiates a potent aura of sophistication and rebellion. Eschewing her school jacket and ribbon, she chooses to wear an expensive, imported apricot coloured Angora sweater, along with the standard Warakuma skirt, and black stockings that reach just to her skirt's hem. She also wears specially customed rosewater perfume, the fragrance of which is noted by many who meet her for the first time. Her auburn hair is naturally wavy, but she tames it with straightening products every morning before school. Her use of makeup, whilst minimal, is effective in giving off an air of class.
Her wardrobe is mostly influenced by European fashion, and with the sage advice of her fashionista friend Saya.

Arcana: Empress

Personality: Brash and outspoken, Leiko has a powerful aura that few people can deny in her presence. For this reason, she is often found to be the ringleader of her group of friends, and with her confidence, is also the self-proclaimed star of the Drama Club. She is either sweet, or very sharp and scathing depending on who she speaks to, and due to her snobby nature, many classmates are either afraid of her or try desperately to fall in her good graces. However, with power comes a price, as Leiko sometimes doubts that the people close to her really care about her at all...

Equipment/Skills: Wooden Spear (A prop from drama club, later upgrades to real spears.)

Background: Born and raised in a fairly affluent family, Leiko had always treated other people like they were different from her. Beneath her, in a sense. For this reason, she was met with hostility from her classmates, and for a long time, Leiko was isolated from her peers. However, in her middle school years, Leiko finally snapped when she was confronted with a particularly vicious school bully, and rather than suffer in silence, she fought back, to the surprise of many. This caused her popularity to soar, and soon enough, Leiko had gained a group of friends and the reverence of the school, which then carried her forward into High School. Now, she is considered one of the most popular girls in school, but only accredited through her wealth, and her intimidating demeanour and reputation. Deep down, she suspects that her 'friends' aren't really her friends at all, but she chooses not to dwell on it, instead focusing on her studies and her acting hobbies. She is also currently engaged via her parent's wishes, and she is set to marry when Leiko graduates from High School.
She has heard about the new rumours circulating around school, but pays them no mind, and merely thinks its a case of delinquents playing too many violent video games.

Since the start of The True Self, Leiko has shown her enthusiasm and commitment in her role as Drama Club President, going as far as leading the recruitment campaign by herself, with some relative success from the male demographic. She has a strong work ethic in regards to the club, but shows doubt in her leadership abilities, particularly whilst under the scrutiny of her fellow clubmates, such as an arrogant male named Masatomo Owada.

Bonus fact: She absolutely despises the name Leiko, and insists on being addressed as Hamada by everyone, with the exception of her close family.

Persona: Titania

Appearance:

Abilities: Diarama
Garula
Tentarafoo
Non-Persona Users
Name: Ueno Saya

Age: 16

Appearance: "Stop frowning so much, Hama-chan!"

Saya is considerably tall for a girl, standing at 5"9, with long legs that are the envy of many fellow female classmates. Both her eyes and hair are an amethyst colour, and she has a creamy smooth skin complexion that she maintains with a strict beauty regime. She is highly fashionable and as such, always wears the latest brands, and is considered as something of a trendsetter amongst her friends. She sports the standard Warakuma uniform at school, and wears a silver necklace with matching silver loop earrings.

Arcana: N/A

Personality: Saya is upbeat, cheerful, and quite playful in her mannerisms, always finding a good excuse to make light of a situation even in the darkest times. She is a very active and sporty person, vastly preferring to keep herself active over being stuck in a room with musty books. She is easily flustered by members of the opposite sex, and even more so by figures of authority, but she tries not to show it.
She is notorious for being the only girl in school to be able to tease Leiko Hamada and get away with it.

Equipment/Skills: Saya is surprisingly quite a good cook, having learned from her mother who owns one of the oldest-standing restaurants in Warakuma. She is also athletic and rather gifted over quite a few sports. Her academics are rather lacking however...

Background: Born and bred in one of the most traditional families in Warakuma, Saya has never known life outside her hometown, nor does she care to. She is expected to work at her family's restaurant, and finally take over when her parents retire, but Saya has other plans, a fact which she makes known to her own flesh and blood, as well as the people who know her well enough. Still undecided in her path in life, she chooses to take it easy and see where her whimsy takes her.
Growing up, Saya was quite the insecure girl, which made her an easy target for bullying. When she entered middle school, she was particularly targeted by a gang of girls who made it their mission to make her life a living hell. She became increasingly depressed and socially withdrawn, leading to the point where she almost gave up on life altogether.
However, after one certain incident with her tormentor, she inadvertently got pushed into Leiko Hamada, a notoriously aloof and socially awkward rich girl. To the surprise of herself, and the growing audience around them, Leiko confronted the bully, which culminated in the girl infamously fighting them off.

Since this incident, Saya has stuck to Leiko like glue, inwardly desiring to pay her back for what she perceived as saving her life that day. At Leiko's side, she was no longer picked on or hated, which gave her the confidence to allow her true personality to shine through. Leiko is entirely unaware of the depths of Saya's admiration however, barely remembering that Saya was there at all doing the confrontation, but Saya chooses not to be bothered by it.

Since the events of The True Self began, Saya has shown an interest in Archery, going as far as joining the club despite her lack of knowledge or talent in the sport. It has also been established that she has feelings for the Club President Rokoru Ishiara, and is determined to win his heart, no matter what.
Character Themes
Leiko's Theme
Shadow Leiko's Theme
Shadow Dungeon Theme
Shadow Battle Theme
Saya's Theme
I'm just gonna be stealing all these from Touhou

[User]
Enchanted Woodland - Grand Stage
26/4/2015 Sunday

TRACK: I will Face Myself

"Persona!", as the shadowy image of Leiko began to blur and then be engulfed by light, the roots around it began to lash and the party advanced quickly to defend Leiko. Everyone's Persona formed a wall in front of Leiko and repelled the whipping roots as they grabbed Leiko and took her to safety. As the light cleared, a new figure took the place of Leiko's shadow. Just as they thought, this was the... Combat form, so to speak. The Shadow only made a sinister laugh before speaking once more.

"With all the actors on stage, I will show you a performance that none shall forget!", with battle initiated, with the shadow taking the first move. Throwing a Garu right at Kami, although Rui intercepted it with his own Garu, cancelling it out, but that didn't stop Leiko's shadow from resuming the attack with the vines upon the whole party. Rui easily slashed them down again, though this meant he couldn't advance, but perhaps someone else can behind his defense.

Leiko was given this time to think more about herself, but what was she to think?

[Assistant]
Noboru Yamamoto-Root of the Problem

Noboru shielded his eyes, trying to block the flying winds. They were getting on his neeves pretty bad, enough to make a bad pun or two.

Yo Leiko! Calm your shit! You gotta daffodil with your problems, not run away. Stop garden your heart with these thorns,they're really getting in our sides. Rui, cover me, i'll try to go in and knock this stupid shadow around a bit. Let me leaf a few bruises!

Puns aside, this creature was abdolutely horrifying. He chose not to remember what his shadow looked like. Is this what everyone had inside of them? This angry beast?

[User]
Matthew Harvester || [insert root pun here]

Damn wind almost blinded Matt, luckily Rui was ready for action and canceled it out. which lead to the attack of vines.
"every rose has its thorn~.... what? I thought it was as good time as any" Matt was trying to joke around to keep positive though in reality he was still shocked seeing the shadow... So this is what it was like huh. Matt was thinking about how it was so hard for him to accept his reality but decided it was best to put it behind him, all he wanted was to be truly accepted.

Aside from the terrible puns hearing Nobo's plan to rush in Matt thought of the vines and voiced his idea.
"hey guys how bout i try to cover ya'll by burning the vines? they should be weak to fire right? just give the signal when you are ready to go."

[Assistant]
Sunday 26th April 2015: Time Unknown

Leiko Hamada: Enchanted Woodlands- Grand Stage

The woman before her...she changed.

Leiko had barely been aware of the strange beings that shielded her from the oncoming vines, her eyes fixed on her aggressor with a look of numb shock. Its skin peeled away, exposing thick, gnarled bark and long, blood-red claws that sprouted from its fingertips. Every aspect of her graceful beauty had been twisted, revealing the darkness and cruelty behind her visage. But nothing struck her more than the cold, wicked smile that spread across the creature's lips as she sent endless vines at Rui and the others in an effort to tear them apart.

She didn't know what to do. Frozen in place, she helplessly watched as Rui, Noboru, Kami and the other boy raised their weapons boldly against the forceful gale. They were going to fight it. But how? She seemed so strong, so vicious in her onslaught. If they stayed...would they end up dying just to save her?

No. Leiko didn't want anyone to die, especially not like this. She wanted to raise her voice, tell them to leave and save themselves, but she couldn't. It was if she didn't have to strength to form words anymore.

That creature had truly taken over.

"Come on, now. Won't anyone save me from myself?" The Shadow crowed, cackling all the while as she threw another burst of fierce wind at the Persona Users. "The audience is just dying for some action!"


[System]
Race: Ydra

Age: 26

Appearance:

Magic:

* Beast vision – Yarri can see through Shaela's eyes – the more distance between them, the more difficult the spell is.
* Hunter's mark – Yarri can put a spell on her intended target (even from some distance), which allows her to track it – she feels certain subconscious attraction in a direction of her target.
* Freezing arrows – Yarri can use her magic while shooting, to give the arrows a chance to freeze the target in place for a moment.

Gear:
Bow and arrows and a set of javelins – Yarri is an excellent marksman and a hunter. She is proficient in most forms of long-range combat, but tries to avoid close-range combat as much as possible.

Brief history:
Yarri, like most her people, has always felt a close connection to the nature. She resents modern human creations, technology most of all. She prefers wandering around the forests and jungles with just her animal companion – giant black cougar named Shaela. Yarri isn't a people person, she has very little skill communicating with others, regardless of their age, gender or race.

She is very respected amongst her people, because taming a black cougar is not an easy job even for older and more experience Ydra. Yarri managed to do it when she was only 20. As a result of this unwanted fame, she has received many marriage proposals from other famous hunters from her tribe. She refused them all. She could hardly be around people for a few days, she couldn't imagine being bound to an almost complete stranger for the rest of her life.

[User]
Everyone at the camp had gone quiet after the new arrivals. Well, nearly everyone. The boy apologized to Ethan, though Adrianna didn't immediately notice how hurt Ethan was from the collision as she was a bit distracted trying to get the girl to respond, though she wasn't having much luck on that front.

Adrianna looked up to see Yarri and some of the crew keeping lookout. Good. They couldn't afford to drop their guard now, especially with these kids to protect. When the kid didn't continue the 'game,' Adrianna decided not to press. She probably could have, but there was a part of her that didn't want to take on the responsibility of caring for another human being. It took all of her energy to keep herself alive and safe, and this kid was clearly on the run in some direction. Amuné not responding was like a free pass. She could write the kid off, and then—"Who taught you?"

Shit.

Why couldn't the kid ask for her name like any other normal person? I mean…who replied to an introduction with a question like that? Maybe she knew a bit about healing? Or maybe she was in awe because she was from an area where no one helped others who were injured. There was no telling, given her current state. "Uhh..." Adrianna floundered a bit, her voice seeming to crack as she was caught off-guard.

It's your own damn fault. You told the kid to ask anything. "Mostly I learned from a guy named Nevyn." She began. It was the truth, mostly. It was just also true that Nevyn was not a very uncommon name. "But I picked up a lot from books and out of necessity as well. I've spent a long time out on the road, or path." Adrianna answered, gesturing to the path they were currently taking.

 As she began to contemplate what she would ask the strange kid next, the white-haired dude chimed in, offering the Amuné the chance to travel with them to town. "He's got a point." Adrianna said, looking at the both of them. "Traveling alone isn't the safe. If you are heading to town, you should come with us. Is everyone ready?" Adrianna looked around at the group.

"And as for your question. Are you running away from something, or towards something?" She asked. There was no point in pretending that the kid wasn't on the run. Everyone could see that. Well, everyone except the girl herself. Amuné grew pale and rigid at the question, and Adrianna wondered if perhaps she had been too direct.

After just a few moments, though, the girl answered, so quietly that the crew members getting ready to move again probably didn't hear it over the shuffling of their bags and chewing of their snacks. "Away."

Taking a deep breath, Adrianna nodded, and then shifted herself so she was a bit closer to Amuné, so they could converse a bit more quietly. She was about to say something to the girl when another question was asked. "How did you know?"

With a weak smile, Adrianna lowered her voice to a whisper as well and leaned in close to the girl's ear. "You aren't the only one who has had to run away." Placing a hand on Amune's shoulder, Adrianna gave it a brief squeeze before straightening and speaking up a bit louder. "So, are you coming with us for a while?" She smiled as she asked her own question, albeit a much lighter one than the girl might have been anticipating, with how things had been going.

[Assistant]
It was certainly awkward to run in to someone all the way out here, he didn't expect such a thing to be standing in his way. A tree or maybe a rock, but a person was just a strange find. Staring at the man he was hoping nothing suspicious was coming out of it, but it did appear he hurt him by colliding in to him. From the sounds of it, he suspected nothing; however, Cecil had every reason to remain cautious. He had just ran from a bunch of people who caught him out rather quickly, so it wasn't as if Machina were rare enough for others to not know what they were or how they could spot one like him. Giving him a nervous smile, he backed off a little bit more as to not touch him again in such a short time if he was to fall over suddenly again.

"Huh? You are? Wha, 'we'?" He didn't realise he was with someone, or others at least. He didn't know the size of the group but did hope it wasn't anybody who might look like a guard or something. Guards had been an issue before, mostly with them thinking he's sneaking something in somewhere in his gauntlets, whatever that something may be. Maybe people with metal on them were deemed more suspicious than others, but he couldn't care about that right now. Feeling a little nervous, he didn't know whether he should simply run away from this man or stick around briefly to see who the group were. They were all heading to the town too so that was handy enough, he would be safer in a group instead of by himself.

Not really understanding the situation he gasped when he caught eye of the group in question, feeling fairly nervous now. There was animals too, he didn't like that. Keeping a fair bit behind the man he frowned, looking off in the direction of town briefly. So there was a chance that he would be safe with this group and they were all going to the town too so he could always look like he was friends with them and not get bothered by guards for looking 'too rich' to be around, whatever that meant. Whatever it was, it sounded like a bad thing when it attracted men with weapons. He wouldn't have to think long to make a decision, he was fairly certain it would be best hiding with this group even if they didn't welcome him.

Luckily enough, the man was quick to welcome him in to joining too, extending an offering out to him once he had finished talking to the other person. Looking quickly between them all he stepped back a little, twiddling his fingers together briefly. "Uhhh, I don't need help, I'm pretty good…" he spoke lowly, looking awkwardly to the side before gasping, "N-No hard feelings! I'll go with you all, sure…" So it seemed like the guy didn't have any suspicions over him, that was good; however, he couldn't let his guard down. Thinking for a moment he scratched his head, trying to think of a way to ease any underlying worries the man had for him. "I'm uhhh…Cecil, I guess…"

[User]
Amuné pressed back against Wyth when the man with the pale hair approached, looking from him to the healer. They offered to let her travel with them into town, which was maybe kind and maybe very dangerous. Wild animals she could understand. Monsters weren't so common. But people -- people were dangerous.

Adrian distracted her by asking another question, and she blanched, fear squeezing the breath right out of her. But she had to answer, that was the rules. She could barely get her answer out, and when she did she knew at once what she'd ask. "Away. ...How did you know?!" Amuné tried to keep her voice quiet, barely a whisper and a shaky one at that. She stiffened when Adrian leaned towards her, but he was just trying not to let anyone else overhear.

You aren't the only one who has had to run away.

The child stared at him, slack-jawed and wide-eyed. Who had he run away from? Why? ...Was he maybe a proper healer instead of just a mundane one, then, a Magi like her mommy? Or had he run away for some other reason? She couldn't ask that, of course -- if nothing else, it'd be rude -- but that didn't stop her from wondering.

She was so caught up in the slew of questions that Adrian's hand on her shoulder made her jump. Was she coming with them?

"I-I...." Amuné looked from one face to another, and she couldn't hide the shudder that ran through her. "I'm not supposed to go places with strangers," she managed, though it wasn't a no. The girl was visibly conflicted, pulling her arms and legs in tighter to her body.

Behind her Wyth made a noise like a cough and lurched to his feet, depriving her of her warm pillow and nearly sending her sprawling. For him things were simple. His girl was no longer near the bad people. This one, the one that smelled like his man's mate, had helped her. Both this one and one of the others had offered food, which the girl needed.

He put his face in the small of her back and pushed, and now Amuné did overbalance, catching herself on her elbow. "Hey!" she protested, and would have said more if he didn't add a rough-tongued lick that left a whole clump of her hair sticking up at odd angles. People could be scary, but Wyth would keep her safe -- and if they needed to run away he was very fast. "...I guess we will. For a little while."

[Assistant]
Yarri stayed aside when the situation suddenly became complicated by the appearance of the two children. She half of her mind was focused on a magical mark which she had on the tiger, which was still apparently circling around them. From a large distance, for now, but she didn't doubt in time it would get much more daring and come closer. That was the reason Yarri neglected all the signals that Shaela was giving her about someone coming. She thought the cougar was just nervous from the dangerous animal lurking around.

The first child looked like she had been in the forest for weeks alone and Yarri wondered how she survived that. Probably her cat keeping her alive, but it must have been very uncomfortable, eating raw meat and sleeping out in the forests. She let the others deal with the girl, Yarri wasn't good in dealing with normal children, let alone such traumatized ones.

The other child she remembered from the ship. There was something strange about the boy, not just the look of someone who had been in a horrible accident and barely survived, but something else. Yarri couldn't really put a finger on it. But even Shaela, which seemed to be happy to play with every other child on the ship, always kept her distance from this one, growling quietly whenever she passed by him.

While the girl was talking to Adrian, Shaela walked over to the moorcat, sniffing the air around it carefully. Then she lowered her head, so their muzzles nearly touched. The cats stayed like this for a few seconds, looking into each other's eyes. Shaela must have been satisfied with what she had seen, because she just turned around and went back to Yarri. "Did you guys have a nice chat?" Yarri whispered to Shaela's ear, absent-mindedly stroking her soft fur. The cat licked her hand and lied down on the ground, which was a clear sign that there was no immediate danger.

Yarri walked over to the young hunter and tried her best not to sound hostile when talking to him. "We should keep moving if you want to reach the town before dark, especially now with these children to slow us down."


[System]
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Appearance: 4'11, Short sandy blonde hair, Tanned skin, Green eyes
Hometown: Iviser
Personality: Brusque and Reclusive, but genuine and kind when you get to know her
Relic Description: A one foot-tall stuffed weddelbek plushie
Starting Natrelmon: Vazra, Tibearius

History: At a young age she lost her voice when a Vazelium latched onto her throat and caused irreversible damage. She was given life-saving treatment after the creature was detached, but she could never speak again. The incident spanwed a fascination with the creatures, and during her travels to Toran, she caught one of her own.

Her relic, which she affectionately knows as 'William' was a plushie given to her by the doctor who saved her life, and is a treasured possession of hers. The doctor, who had knowledge of necromancy, sensed the spark within her. As her parents died on the trip, he took custody of her, and mentored her in the ways of Necromancy, as well as inducting her into the Mage's Academy.

She eventually lost track of the doctor, and set out to defeat all the arena masters while searching for him. She aspires to give people the chance to continue living their lives, similar to how she was given another lease on life.

Professions: Tracker, Mage
Gifts: Advanced Knowledge
Magic: Necromancer, Mistshaper, Invoker

Magic:
 Necromancer (3)
 Mistshaping (3)
 Invocation (1)

Professions:
 Tracker (1)
 Mage (1)

Books:
 Knowledge of the Secret Evolution Atrixus
 Knowledge of Bei-Fong

Natrelmon:
 Level 15 Vazra 「Nomstel」 Dark Pact
 Level 10 Tibearius 「Urst」Dark Pact
 Level 25 Kujaku 「Kaisl」 Dark Pact
 Level 14 Kyumin「Fulnit」

Items:
 20,000N
 9x Relic E

[User]
Cori

The croon of a Crowire was what Cori woke to just before sunrise. She smiled to herself, her eyes brimming with excitement. Today was the day she would start her own journey. She couldn't wait. With a spryness she didn't usually posses this early in the morning the girl forced herself up from her bed. She practically danced across the floor as she made her way over to her dresser and changed into the outfit she had picked out. A light jacket and loose fitting jacket, a dark shirt, and a pair of timeworn jeans.

Once she was dressed, she made her way downstairs to greet her parents. Her mother--Delilah, smiled warmly from her place in front of the stove, effortlessly flipping pancakes.

"Good morning, dear." Her father's voice pulled her attention to the man. He smiled at her, folding his newspaper in on itself and setting it on the table. After a moment, he gestured for her to sit down at the table. When she did, he took one of her hands in his, and squeezed. "Are you excited?"

"Of course!" Cori chirped, a smile lighting up her face.

Her father chuckled as her mother sat three plates of pancakes on the table. Hesitantly, Cori glanced at the fourth--the empty chair at the kitchen table. Her heart tightened slightly in her chest.

"He'd be so proud of you, sweetheart." Her mother's voice cooed across from her.

Cori nodded silently.

~~An Hour Later~~

Cori waved to her parents just before she boarded the train. Nysilis' nose wiggled as she took in the air of the train car they had entered. Mythin's tail flicked from one side to the other, and he crawled his way up onto her head to get a better look around.

Cori took a deep breath, gripping the straps of her pack tightly. She glanced around for a seat momentarily before finally deciding on one a little further away from other passengers. They had a long journey ahead of them, and she knew she would probably fall asleep at some point during the ride.

~~Seven Hours Later~~

Evening had fallen just before Cori arrived in Toran. The train ride had been largely uneventful, though she did notice Nysilis getting a few looks when she curled up in Cori's lap. She didn't particularly mind, though. The doors opened, and the girl disembarked, craddling Nysilis carefully in her arms. Mythin was still happily resting atop her head.

Slowly, Cori made her way toward the Toran square, taking in as many sights as she could before she got there. She'd have to find a place to sleep for the night, she knew. Then tomorrow, her search for a farm would begin. She was ecstatic, to say the least.

[Assistant]
Lillian

That was when she saw it.
It was one of the largest animals she had ever seen. But it looked so small with its body crushed beneath the trunk of a tree. It was completely exhausted, and badly wounded, pinned half in and half out of gushing water, its claws sunk deep in the bark of a tree, holding on with the last of its strength. It was seconds from drowning. The animal had jet-black fur and a long black tail, and its bright yellow eye were staring straight at her.

The train whistle blew, and it was pure luck that Lillian had heard it. Had she not just finished the chapter in her book, she would probably have missed it and ended up on her way back to Ward. That would have been a problem. She closed her book and stowed in her satchel and stood. She stretched out her back and legs. The ride may have taken a few hours, but due to a very welcome distraction, it seemed to take only a short while.

After a moment, her car door slid open. She peeked out around the corridor, someone was opening the doors to the other cars as if to usher them along. Lillian scowled, picked up her pack, and exited.

Toran.
Lillian had been back here since the family vacation. It was quite a contrast to Ward. That alone made her feel energized. Enough so that she felt like exploring.
One step off the train made her regret everything, however, and she had to fight the urge to get back on the train. People. Everywhere. Why did she choose to come to the center of this city again? Ugh. She immediately walked out of the station and headed toward the outskirts.

It didn't take long for her to reach the forest. She remember most of the way, but once Lillian got closer to the edge, she got a little disoriented. Still, she found her way. How beautiful. The morning light shimmered through the leaves which left a dappled trail of light across the ground. She smiled and looked at her pack. They probably wanted some exercise. A pale blue light followed by a bright purple light preceded her Reishund and Omu. Her faithful furred friend began to bound about, stretching out his limbs. His white fur bounced as he began sniffing the trees. Omu, on the other hand immediately perched atop Lillian's head and looked down at her, squawking. They were a bit too excited.

The commotion from Reishund seemed to cause some distress with the nearby wildlife. A small flash of purple was all it took to get Lillian's attention. She followed it around a bush and gasped in awe of what she found. A beautiful Kujaku, stood before her. Omu was at a loss herself. She was rather taken by her fellow feathered avian. Reishund was too excited to care, his tongue flopped out the side of his mouth as he raced over to see what it was. It was a bird thing. He looked up at Lillian then back at the bird and barked.

[User]
▀▄▀▄▀▄ Mαʅʅσɾყ ▄▀▄▀▄▀
Time, IC Day: Late Morning, Day 1
Location: Toran, within the city

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Gwisin just puffed out his chest and bent down at the winged lizard. His red eyes narrowed in his deep hood while his arms placed themselves on his hips, increasing his intimation. Mallory was in no position to force her mon back down since Zeke was blocking her view. However, she had more confidence in him to behave himself than she did in Mythi.

Hearing Xander recall and scold his natrelmon, Mallory sighed then commented, "Natrelmon's behavior reflect pretty heavily on their trainers."

She didn't point out that the poorer the behavior, the worst the trainer. However, insulting him wouldn't get results. This much she knew of him.

While Xander called back Zeke and patted Gwisin, she moved closer.

"Well, if you actually went to the magic school, I would've seen you more. I'm honestly surprised you haven't sent anyone off a cliff yet by accident," Mallory stated as she pushed the bowl of rice noodles, veggies and broth into his hands.

"Don't burn yourself," she added, passing over one of the fried bread on a stick.

She looked for a local bench then flopped down. Gwisin looked at her curiously, his eyes looked at the chunk of floating meat and seemed eager to do...something with it. She assumed he wanted to eat it, but she wasn't sure ghosts ate. Deciding to reward the good behavior anyways, Mallory's chopsticks pinched one meat piece then passed it over to him. She didn't look to see what he exactly did with it for fear of losing her appetite.

"Father finally talked mother into allowing me to take the Rites in exchange for working in the stand for a month," she took a bite of her food then continued.

"I caught Gwisin as an Olena when a few kids dared me to investigate the abandoned tunnel in the west section of the city. Bool, my Flabara, a few days later. Been training with my parents' Natrelmon ever since. What about you?"

[Assistant]
▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼ Mezhas ▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲
Blurry figures moved across Mezhas vision, moving all around the small space they occupied. Everything was blindingly bright, so the splotches of pastel blues and greens that surrounded her almost blended into the world around them. Their voices, the sounds of their instruments, and some kind of clattering mixed together into indistinct ambience. She could feel a shaking sensation as the world flew by before her eyes, like she was flying. Something with a strange flexibility to it was pressed to her face, and she felt a prick on her arm. Blackness dropped over her vision like blinds.

She woke up in a bright room laying in a bed, and opened her mouth, but no sound came out. In an instant, she was wide awake and had many questions. Was she okay? Where were her parents? In a haze, her hands suddenly felt warm and wet. She could hear panicked shouting, and a strong voice. Something firmly held her arms down, and she felt another prick on her arm. The room went dark again.

▲▼▲▼▲▼ Toran, Present Day ▼▲▼▲▼▲
Mezhas wasn't quite fond of cities, and often considered treks into them a necessary evil. Her disdain towards cities could be fairly easily understood if one knew her circumstances. Being mute, she couldn't easily communicate with anyone she met, though at least the scars on her neck made it obvious to those she encountered why she didn't speak to them. She also couldn't let her gift be revealed, so Urst couldn't carry her around like he usually did. The only one of her companions she could consider summoning was Fulnit, but two foot long fire-spitting pupa don't make for good social lubrication either.

A sigh escaped her lips as she walked. She was mistaken for a young boy everywhere she went, and didn't have the energy - or ability - to correct anyone. This only served to further cement her desire to finish her errands and escape back to her campsite in the forest. She got along much better with natrelmon than she did with humans, and she dearly missed having the company of Kaisl, whom she'd gotten to know quite well.

▲▼▲▼ Toran Forest, One Week Ago ▼▲▼▲
Mezhas lounged in Ursts arms, making her way around the woods. She considered it a nice stretch of her legs from the errands earlier, and the faint crimson glow from Urst's black-rimmed eyes indicated to her that he felt the same. Moreso than Nomstel, Urst was easy to read. Then again, Urst was the first natrelmon she'd bound, so it was Natural that he was the one she knew best.

「Mezhas.」Urt's voice snapped her out of her thoughts, her eyes turning to the distance. The last time they'd come across something it was an Orkora, so she'd tempered her disappointment. She was floored when she caught a glimpse of purple in the clearing ahead. Urst let her down on the ground, and she slowly picked forward to peer at the creature in the distance.

「Is that... a Kujaku?」She asked Usrt, looking back at the tibearius. She was going off a vague description the doctor had given her, and resolved to study the less common natrelmon more. Beautiful blues and greens mingled in it's feathers, and unfamiliar symbols adorned it. Mezhas was, frankly, unsure if she would be able to capture this beast, and looked at her Relic, William, with uncertainty. She settled on no, and pursed her lips. While she didn't like the idea, she settled on using her gift.

Mezhas carefully made her way towards the creature, the flesh under her fingernails blackening as dark energies began to swirl at her fingertips. Her eyes, rimmed by a blood-red glow focused on the Kujaku, and she whispered an apology in her mind. The Kujaku's head turned abruptly to look directly at her, and she briefly froze. Only long enough for silence to reign for a heartbeat, and be broken by torrents of cloudy red mist to surge from the ground and envelop the creature, black chains whipping around it.

Mezhas grit her teeth, feeling severely guilty over what she was doing, the sinking into the Kujaku, which thrashed violently in it's binds. It was over moments after it had started, the Kujaku going limp as the chains holding it faded away. Urst joined Mezhas at the Kujaku's side, the girl gently petting her new companion.「I am sorry for what I've done.」She gave the Kujaku a telepathic apology, then held her Relic - a Weddlebek plushie - out.

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Mezhas broke free of her thoughts, shaking her head. She'd ended up wandering while daydreaming, she'd ended up close to Central Square. She mostly avoided the more central areas of the city, she didn't get along well with crowds. After getting her bearings, she groaned, about to start heading back for camp. Something caught her attention in the square, though.

She slowly picked her way down the street, stopping at the threshold of Central Square. Two other trainers had squared up, and Mezhas was pleased to find she'd arrived in time to see the first exchange. She hadn't had to really fight anything up to now, so seeing what she'd be up against was likely for the best. Especially if other powerful natrelmon like Kaisl were out there.


[System]
Age:12 mentally, IDK physically
Gender:Male
Race:Anthropomorphic Toy Raccoon
Homeworld:Winnie The Pooh
Key-Weapon:Slingshot
Magics:Flee and Steal
D-Links:Lilo
Job:Thief
Appearance:An average looking raccoon toy, with a black and white "mask" over his eyes, a mostly light gray body with a white belly, and black-furred upper and lower paws. Is about as tall as Roo or Piglet.
Brief History:Rascal was made by a factory machine, as most modern toys are. His stay in the toy shop he was placed in was brief, but he distinctly remembers the toys there bullying him for his shyness and social awkwardness, causing him to draw into himself even more. After being passed over a few times by a few kids, he was eventually bought by Madeline Robin, Christopher Robin's daughter, and was being brought over to The Hundred Acre Wood proper when he fell through a universe crack.
Other:(Might as well do a brief personality here) Mischievous and sly. Acts cocky and brave, but is secretly still timid and shy. Calls people he doesn't like and his enemies "losers" as part of his facade. Wants friends more than anything, but isn't quite sure how to get them yet. Very insecure.

[User]
Once upon a time, there lived a lovely little princess named Snow White. Her vain and wicked stepmother, the Queen, feared that some day Snow White's beauty would surpass her own. Then she dressed the little princess in rags and forced her to work as a scullery maid. Each day, the vain Queen consulted her Magic Mirror, "Magic Mirror on the wall, who is the fairest one of all?" And as long as the Mirror responded, "you are the fairest one of all". Snow White was safe from the Queen's cruel jealousy.

A black room. The beautiful Queen Grimhilde walked through the darkness, parting it with her grace as she approached a Mirror. "Slave in the Magic Mirror, come from the farthest space. Through wind and darkness, I summon thee. Speak!" A thunderclap sounded, and a wildfire consumed her reflection. "Let me see thy face." She demanded before the fire subsided, revealing the face of the mirror's spirit, eagerly but patiently awaiting whatever questions his mistress may have.

"What wouldst thou know, my Queen?" The Mirror on the wall asked. Grimhilde smiled.

"Magic Mirror on the wall, who is the fairest one of all?" She had asked this question every day and so long as the answer remained the same, her success as a Queen was assured.

"Famed is thy beauty, Majesty. But hold, a lovely maid I see. Rags cannot hide her gentle grace. Alas, she is more fair than thee." Distraught that one maiden dares to opponent her beauty, Grimhilde allowed her brow a wrinkle of anger.

"Alas for her! Reveal her name!" She demanded.

"Lips red as the rose. Hair black as ebony. Skin white as snow." silently gasping to herself, as her worst fears of her stepdaughter's beauty exceeding her own have eventually come to pass.

"Snow White! That treacherous..." she composed herself. "Very well... With a beauty such as hers, I cannot trust any simpleton to get rid of her without being wooed by her beauty... Magic Mirror on the wall, send a message beyond time and space. Bring to me warriors who's lust for gold trumps any lust for flesh" She smiled a sinister smile.

"Your will be done, your warriors will come, to ensure your beauties apex."

-Several days later-

As a portal appeared in the middle of the courtyard, Xenahorts Keybarers appeared. Kalak pulled out his Gummi Phone and watched the message from Xehanort again. "Keybarers," He began in his raspy voice so full of wisdom. "I have received word from sources that a Princess of Heart exists on this world. But you must move with haste, a great many Bounty Hunters and Mercenaries have been making their way there in recent days, I can only assume that they are searching for her for someone. Your first duty will be to make contact with the one sending out the job on this planet, pose as mercenaries and gain the information on the job, then find her and encase her in the stasis pod I have given to you. This will ensure that we can return her afterwards. And remember. No-one else on that world can find out about the Multiverse." Message ends.

Kalak looked around as Cio-cio appeared next to him. They stood and awaited the others arrival.

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Another portal appeared, and Conner stepped out, equipped with a Keyblade Trident. He was new to this whole keyblade wielder business, but so far Conner loved it. Action, adventure, and more importantly, he was chosen for this, and his sister was not.

Conner appeared in the middle of a castle courtyard, and all of a sudden, he felt very underdressed for the occasion… Oh well, nothing that could be done about it now.

Apparently they were here because there was a Princess of Heart here, and they were there to find her. That was important for something, but Conner didn't really remember for what. He was more interested in learning magic, and learning to fight with this new weapon he had gotten.

When he arrived, somebody else was already there waiting. And a cute shirtless pretty boy no less. Conner grinned. "Yo, aloha mate!" The surfer boy greeted them. He made a hang loose gesture with his free hand. "Name's Conner. When are we gonna get this party started huh?"

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"Heyyyyyy, everyone! What's up?"

A small, bipedal toy raccoon came out of another portal, grinning at Conner and Kalak as he was.

Rascal had mixed feelings on the whole adventure thing. On the one paw, he liked helping people, but on the other paw, he hated that he couldn't truly get to know people as friends, and also really doubted his ability as a Keyblader.

Not that he would ever admit it out loud, though.

At least he could socialize with some random strangers. That wouldn't go wrong, right?


[System]
Age:21

Gender: Female

Race: Faunus (Fox)

Weapon: Sarasagi: a highly unique blade in the fact that it doesn't transform into anything. Instead, there are two small ports in the guard, that shoot out the blood the blade collects and compresses in the hilt. The blood can be fired out one of two ways, in a thin needle, or in a thick sphere. The needle, at maximum compression (roughly 15 seconds) is shot at mach 1, and is useful for head-shotting small grim over large areas. The sphere flies much slower, but at maximum compression has enough force to knock a Ursa on it's ass.

Specialty: Mokuren has a great deal of skill and technique with her sword, and is also highly agile in it's use. Her semblance gives her the ability to go all-out on the offensive front, and not give any thought to her defenses, allowing her to bounce seemlessly from target to target and cut them down. She can use the secondary feature to shoot at the enemy, but only uses it when she feels she needs to.

Semblance: Mirror of Yata: This semblance gives Mokuren the ability to absorb and then reflect any attack that hits her, at the cost of physical exertion to use. A King Tut's strike would be more exhausting to reflect than a Beowulf's claw, for example.

Personality: Mokuren is a very, guarded person. She hides her true self behind a barrier of mirth and eccentric action, but allows the truth to stream through when he feels she is alone, or truly trusts someone. This truth is a sad, broken creature trying to survive in the world it was thrown into after the death of her family, and is haunted by a dark past that she tries to hide from everyone.

Color: Magnolia.

Emblem: Uniquely, none.

Appearance:

[User]
Abel Fulgurate

Shiro's pronouncement didn't faze Abel all that much. Not truly sure of what to do, he was glad for someone a little more familiar with the situation at hand to provide a course to take. "Oh, okay." Throughout his friend's instruction, he tried to establish eye contact, but proved unable to as his ally seemed either too nervous or too conflicted to meet his gaze for more than a couple seconds.

He wasn't the only one listening, though; the faunus girls paid heed to Shiro as well, and with renewed hope heard his words. Clearly, the squirrel girl still trusted Abel about as far as she could throw him, but his wound had signaled his fallibility in her mind, and his partnership with Shiro proved he wasn't out to get faunus, as she initially feared. Meanwhile, Coral's features were graced with a slight smile, for it looked like she had managed to convince someone poised to prevent her and her friends from being able to receive treatment to let them follow their own paths.

With Shiro finished speaking, Abel gave a curt nod. "Sure thing." He turned his back to the three faunus and began to walk away, palming his scroll and composing a message as he did.

To: Gren Orchid, Sapphire Rode
From: Abel
Subject: Pull Out

Everything's clear on our end. I'm not totally sure of everything here, but I don't think we have any jurisdiction here. There not doing anything awful here, just a surgery, not just for faunus who think it's the only way, but also for those whose traits make life uncomfortable for them. I guess we'll leave it to other authorities to see if everything is legal and all that here.

Nearly done now with the composition, Abel found his text interrupted by an incoming one from Sapphire. His eyes narrowed at the nonsensical subject, and after saving his own message as a draft, he took a look at the team leader's. Despite the abhorrent typos, the message's alarming contents were pretty easily decipherable, and they sparked a whole new slew of doubts in Abel's mind. Guards? Sure, there had been security cameras, but hadn't Gren taken care of those according to his earlier message? Bringing up his draft, Abel added more to it before sending, though he erased and redid more than half of the message after thinking of a better way to phrase it.

Shiro + I are pretty sure this is a legit establishment. If it is, any more dmg we do will be bad news for us. If we don't fight the guards, we might be able to get off as misguided. We should prob get out of here as fast as possible. S, meet me by the stairs where we entered.

Abel headed in the direction of the stairs as indicated by the emergency escape route signs on the walls.

-=-=Sapphire, Pop=-=-

Pop rolled his eyes at both Sapphire's words and her renewed readiness for combat. "There will be no blood. You act as if Faunus are universally disliked, as if all people, all their corporations, all their governments, and all their armies, are simply waiting for an excuse to erase us from existence. True, I am an optimist, but hardly a blind one. Why do you think I have guards in my clinic? Or backup files of my research elsewhere? If it ever passes that my work may pose a threat to anyone's way of life, I will personally hit the kill switch. That you could assume that I'd blindly throw my work at the world and expect sunshine and roses astonishes me—but then, let's take a look at you. I doubt you're eighteen, and yet you speak like a disciple of tragedy and pessimism, and fight like one with no belief in honor or sportsmanship. It reeks of personal experience. But looking at you, and hearing your level of education, you are not of the streets. So how could a well-born girl become so bitter, without hope, and without sympathy for anything but your own moral code?" Here he sighed. He had been aware of Sapphire doing something shifty behind her back, but couldn't guess what it might be aside from calling for help from her friends. Anticipating a surprise attack any moment, Pop removed his reading glasses and slipped them into a jacket pocket.

"Something must have happened to your family...or perhaps your family happened to you. Beyond that it is hard to say. Bottom line is, you are trying to challenge something that your own experience makes you think that you understand, but you clearly do not. I am prepared for what will come my way; I do not need you to tell me I am not, and to make my judgment for me. You wish to fight? You will lose. As a final act of civility, I will allow you to land the first blow, if only so that when I call the police afterwards, I can say with a clear conscience that I acted in self-defense."

Pop took another step forward, so that only three feet separated him and Sapphire, and he was close to blocking her into a corner. He raised his fists, but true to his word, did not strike. Instead, his aura flared briefly, a soft scarlet glow, to signify that he was ready. At that moment, Sapphire's scroll received Abel's delayed message.

[Assistant]
The Dragon's Den

If Luke and Jack were to begin drill their way out, they'd be met with several hundred feet of hard concrete as they were underground. Most likely, they'd be attacked by an onslaught of White Fang and Dragon's Den guards before even making much of a dent. They'd also discover the owner of the Dragon's Den's strange, but immense, hatred for drills. Drilling is obviously not the best plan for escape. The best plan would to possibly defeat the owner in combat and interrogate him on how best to disable the advanced security system.

Meanwhile, out on the main floor, Ciel is not in the best of situations. As several White Fang search the belongings of the Dragon's Den customers, the one that the masked owner had referred to as Morgan noticed the young girl in the crowd. "Hey, you! Aren't you a bit young to be here, girl?" she said as she approached. She was close enough that Ciel could very easily see that Morgan was a snake faunus with scales covering several random spots of skin and a completely scaled tail. She also had a pair of hidden fangs and snake-like eyes, but those were hidden either by her mask or her mouth being closed. Morgan also carried no visible weapon.

Across the street from the Dragon's Den, Murphy watches as the underground casino goes into lock down. "Team? Hello? You there?" he calls out on the radio, not knowing that all communication inside and out has been jammed. He switches channel's to call his department. "This is Murphy, I need a SWAT team at my location now... with explosives. The heavy stuff. We got a big barricade to blast through."

Several blocks away from the Dragon's Den, a lone man walking home from work casually strides down the street. "Oh boy, I just got a promotion at work, my wife is pregnant, and all of my family has their health. Nothing could possibly ruin this day," he says cheerfully as he passes a very dark alley that a very hungry cannibal could easily be hiding in to grab her next victim, if she so wanted to. But what's the likelihood of something like that happening? Not like there's some crazy fox girl running around the city who might have said cannibalistic tendencies and is already thinking of trying to find her next meal. Right?

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Jack Orpheus | Dragon's Den

As Jack and Luke searched the back area, they were constantly met with dead ends and areas locked down by the security system... So far, the only route was back to the party floor. There was no alternate route out. As the two came up to around that floor, they scanned the situation... White Fang members were searching through the crowd, one of their team mates Ciel was within the crowd as they remembered. They can't see her at the moment, there was no high point to survey from, but there was a way around the sides. It looks like it was just going to be them three, as Mokuren was outside and locked out... Jack volunteered to survey the situation and told Luke to stay put and prepare a plan while he observed the room layout and enemy positions.

He's managed to figure out the general positions of the White Fang members, and spotted the White Fang's leader here... The mask was a real give-away. On the other hand there appeared to be two more major officers so to speak, based on the commands they were giving. He caught their names, Morgan and Mordred... A plan of combat may be difficult with this many people, but he has enough information, including Ciel's position, so he returned to Luke with the information.

"Ten enemies, seven of which are mooks, two seem to be officers, and there is one leader, it's possible there are more, but those are the ones I see now. I've found Ciel in the far corner..."

"Hey, you! Aren't you a bit young to be here, girl?"

Jack heard this over the crowd... It looks like they've spotted Ciel.

"If we're going to act, we'll have to act fast...", he stated. So what can they do? What can Ciel do? Jack was a little glad Mokuren wasn't here, she didn't really have a mind to keep civilians out of combat... So what was the priority? Was it to win this battle as efficiently as possible? If only they can get the rest of the civilians out of the area, this would be far easier to approach. Radio communications were jammed unfortunately, so they couldn't count on help from outside...

There was no good chance to act yet, so he waited for the moment...

[Assistant]
Lucas Schwarze--Desperate times...

Luke's face hardened, also hearing Ciel come under scrutiny of the forces patrolling the now locked-down nightclub. This situation had gone to hell in a handbasket quickly, and their search for a good place to tunnel out of had come up alarmingly empty for a nightclub in the middle of a city.

Really, how did this place turn into Fort Knox?

Shaking the train of thought away, Luke glanced out of the corner of his eye to Jack, who was currently doing an amazingly accurate impromptu impression of a loaded spring, waiting for the perfect moment to act.

He needed a moment, huh?

That gave Luke an idea.

"If you need a distraction, I've got you covered." he said lowly, switching down from drills, to gauntlets, and finally back to watches. Crouching low, he practically assumed a runner's pose straight off of a track meet, a curiously mischievous fire in his gray eyes.

"Just give the word."

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Mokuren Sabella| Nowhere in particular

The fox girl wandered down an alleyway after casually disengaging from the man who had been given far to many stats to place when he started the game. If she had stayed around, it would have become even more boring that in already was, so she left. And now, she was being treated to the exclamations of pride from a man who had gotten all the right cards this morning. But then, something hit her nose. A rather, stabbing smell. Having been eating people for quite some time, she was well attuned to the smells of people's blood, so she could avoid those who had the nasty illnesses, even if they didn't know it yet. She was no doctor, so she had no name for it, but she was certain that she didn't want to eat him.

"You should go see the doctor. There is something wrong with your blood" She told him, ignoring the confused look he gave her as she walked past. Sure, she was a homicidal faunus bitch - Cannibalism would not be the accurate term, since she ate humans and was not fully human - but she had her standards. So, instead she followed her ears to yet another dark alley - there were a lot of dark alleys - and stuck her sword though the chest of a man with a woman pinned against the wall.
"You'll do" She cooed, as the woman took the opportunity to run away screaming.


[System]
Physical Form: Mar, as one of his titles suggests, has no defined form, only being recognized most as like a black, blood-like fluid that can move on its own in any way it wants, taking up any shape or form that he wants or needs to.

Abilities: Is currently incapable of using magic, but can learn it. Physical combat ability is potentially unlimited, the only limiting factor how much mass he has. Is capable of learning flight, and is able to harden different parts of himself into rock-like, iron-like, or harder consistencies.

Personality: Calm, tactical, observant, and to many uncaring or indifferent. To others, should they earn it, a good ally to have.

Wants/Needs: Doesn't exactly have any, though he has a thirst to learn and recover the history that was lost to him. Both of which he feels capable of doing himself. Does have a passive want of getting stronger, however.

Relationships: None for now.

Backstory: Mar has no memories from before he 'woke up'. So instead, I'll talk about when he was released. He was sealed inside an urn in some ruins right on the border of the elvish and dwarven territories, and a small group of elven warriors was sent to investigate, explore, and obtain anything of their people to bring back. One of them, a female elf, entered the chamber in which his urn resided. A couple of the other elves followed and they each went about searching the many bookshelves and few chest in the room. The female, unfortunately for her, touched the urn and it cracked from age. Right as that happened, the doors slammed shut, likely due to ancient magic, and a black blood from inside the urn shattered it as he lunged at the elf.

One swing of the sword went right through it and did nothing, one swing was all she could do before it clung to her chest. She didn't feel it, but multiple small cut were made on her skin, then she felt the pain of the fluid entering her body through those cuts and her mouth and nose. Needless to say, he passed out and Mar took control, slaying the other elves in the room that tried to help her before he entered another dormant, restful state. The elf would wake up later, in a cage being drawn into the mountains by dwarves, feeling something inside her body and at the back of her mind.

Other: Nothing at the moment.

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As Torrens entered the settlement, he found that a squadron of dwarves was coming to intercept him, probably initially intended as reinforcements for the dwarves which had just been blown up. This contingent was made up of a few pikemen, as well as several axe-throwers. If Torrens had been at full strength, such a fight would have been trivial. However, with his presently limited amount of energy, he needed to carefully ration the amount of fire he used until he could find some source of heat.

To start, Torrens pointed his fingers at the dwarves and fired a couple of bolts of fire at them. The first one, with the advantage of surprise, landed its mark and felled a pikeman. The second was blocked by a shield, and Torrens did not waste his time trying to get any more bolts past their shields. Then Torrens charged forwards at a full sprint, strafing aside as dwarves threw axes at him and managing to avoid getting hit by too many. When the gap between him and the dwarves was just a few meters Torrens lashed his hands forwards and cast out a fireball- not a very hot one, but one which would erupt into a large and disruptive plume of flame. With the dwarves distracted momentarily by the searing heat and the bright light, Torrens was easily able to slip past the spears pointing at him and push into the ranks of dwarves. As he entered, he clambered over the stocky figures, grabbing at their faces whenever he was capable or otherwise forcing his way past on threat of third degree burns.

In just a couple of seconds of confused panic amongst the dwarves, Torrens had made it to the other side. Torrens cleared the group by a few paces, turned and taunted "Bye". Then Torrens turned and ran, easily outpacing the dwarves.

As he continued, he found that Clotho's insect swarms had already cleared many of the streets. Those streets which remained held by the dwarves, however, were held tightly. One such barricade that caught his attention, however, was one which was using coals from nearby forges to rain down onto the bugs below. At the street level, the barricade was held by pikemen and dwarves with warhammers and battleaxes for whenever the Myrmidons pushed through the first line of pikemen. In the windows of the buildings adjacent to the barricade were dwarves with crossbows, raining bolts of steel upon the Myrmidons below. And on top, along with the urns of embers, were more crossbowmen and also a few dwarves with blunderbusses, which were keeping the flying Lambent at bay.

Torrens wanted to get to those top floors. However, to get there, he would need to somehow gain access to the buildings, and there were no doors or ground-level windows on this side of the blockade, or else it would have been overrun already. The walls were made of stone, so he had no power to barge through them, and it appeared that any attempts by Antlions to get to the walls had been hindered by the rain of embers from above. And Torrens didn't have the power to spare to simply charge through the blockade. However, after a few moments of consideration, he did notice that one window of a building he wanted to get to was within leaping distance of the roof of another building which wasn't under dwarven control. A couple of dwarves guarded it from the inside, but that should hardly be a problem.

Torrens entered the adjacent building and climbed to the rooftop. As he emerged, he was noticed by the crossbowman in the window he wanted to get to, and was struck squarely in the shoulder by a crossbow bolt. A small jet of flame erupted as a result, although it barely staggered the fire demon. Swiftly, Torrens retaliated with two bolts of fire, dispatching both the crossbowman and the pikeman guarding that window, then he ran forwards and took a running jump towards that window. A dwarf with a blunderbuss on the roof noticed him and took a shot, but that shot flew wide and landed behind Torrens. Torrens landed half way in the window, grabbing onto the windowsill with both arms. As he pulled himself over, he was almost knocked out of the building by a solid blow by a dwarven warhammer to the face, leaving Torrens dangling out of the window and somewhat peeved. Before the dwarf could follow up the attack Torrens hurled himself up so that his head was above the windowsill and breathed out a cone of fire which engulfed the dwarf, immolating him. Given a few seconds of respite, Torrens was able to climb fully through the window and enter the building.

Inside, he was faced with more dwarven warriors who were intent on stopping him. However, Torrens didn't have to get through all of them, only enough to get him to the staircase. Charging forwards, Torrens cleared his path with a tactical fireball, scattering the two dwarves who were in his direct path, then dashed through the opening and up the stairs. On that rooftop, many of the crossbowmen and blunderbuss dwarves on the roof turned in surprise at the intruder, but before they could turn their weapons and open fire Torrens had already made it to the nearest large urn of hot embers and jumped inside, scattering some of the embers onto the surrounding rooftop.

This urn was deep enough to hold Torrens up to his waist, so his torso stood out above the hot coals. However, less than a moment after he had entered, the embers flared from a dull red to searing white and hot flames erupted from the urn as Torrens supercharged the combustion of those coals to feed himself. Most of the dwarves were forced to shield their eyes, although a few fired at Torrens any way in a futile attempt to do some damage. About 5 seconds later most of the coals had been reduced to a billowing cloud of searing ashes and the urn which Torrens was standing in now glowed cherry red.

Grinning and glowing with power, Torrens leaned forwards, tipped the urn over and stepped out as it fell. As the dwarves raised their weapons to shoot, Torrens made one simple quip. "I win." Then, with outstretched arms and a surge of power, he filled the rooftop with a conflagration which ignited every dwarf caught in it. Laughing, Torrens feasted on the flames of a couple of the burning dwarves before jumping down into the barricade below to join the fight.

[Assistant]
D'Artagnan mowed his way though the dwarves that were of course in his way,The small rabbit helping his steed or rather his wolf pet.The two were making good process helping the group killing the dwarfs underground.His wolf was in the crowd closes to the group to become back up for the group,Meanwhile D'Artagnan was in one of the watch tower killing off the soldiers inside and the archers that were firing at the group at at his pet.

D'Artgnan was climbing up the stairs of the tower one by one he conquering the tower form the bottom to the top,The small bunny much to the confusion of the Dwarfs were seeing this cute looking rabbit brandishing a sword murdering their kin one after another.D'Artgnan after what seemed like a hour and a half D'Artgnan had killed most of the dwarfs inside of the tower and given the group a bit of breather room to battle below.His wolf was getting closer to the group the large black wolf flinging his sword back and forth chopping the attacking dwaves in half with each swing of his sword.

D'Artgnan came out of the tower running down the stairs of the tower to rejoin the group killing the dwarfs that were in his way.He finally made his way out of the tower his body racing pasted the small figures slashing them while he was on the move towards the group.

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"Sir, those monsters are pushing further and further into the city, it won't take them long to get here."

"It will still take them time, use it to gather my things, make sure to-" An elderly dwarf's sentence was cut off by a scream, which was followed by a dwarf being help down a stairway, a crossbow where his collarbone was, "He was hit by a stray bolt, he'll live, but-" He was interrupted the the elderly one, "If they're firing into the city, then there are monsters that have slipped past the barricades," he muttered a short string of curses, "Secure my alchemy notes, every one of them, then destroy and burn everything else.. We're heading to one of the escape tunnels with the others."

"Even the... experiments?" The alchemist looked at him, and gave a short, curt nod. The dwarf guard gathered a couple others and set about killing what was in the cages in the next room.

An elven woman, with the appearance of having once been a proud warrior, was huddled in the corner of one cage wearing nothing but loose, tattered, and torn rags, a unfocused and blank look in her eyes. She didn't even look when some dwarves entered the room and started systematically killing the other cages animals and sentient beings. The leader of the group made his way to her cage, looked at her for but a moment, then opened the cage to more easily drive his blade into her. As soon as it broke into her skin and went about an inch in, the pain and her short scream woke him up, the blade stuck and black fluid sprouted from around the blade and before the dwarf could register what happened a black tendril shot through his throat and stuck out of the base of his skull, he was dead before he hit the ground.

Black, monster-like hands and claws formed around her hands, the feet following suit as her face was covered by a solid mask. The blade was pulled out and tossed aside, the noise drawing the attention of the other two dwarves, who immediately noticed the dead body and decided to rush what had killed him. One got there first, tripped over a limb in his rush, and had his throat ripped out as he fell, left to die slowly. The other was smarter, and had just reached the doorway and started to yell something when Mar came upon him. The life was ended quickly with a claw to the base of the skull. All that was left was two more guards, who appeared to be mercenary brigands hired for this shady work, one of which was injured from a bolt, and an old alchemist. "G-get it, kill it!" The healthy dwarf charged, and once he was nearly upon Mar just stopped, his arms falling limp to his sides before his body fell. A tendril slowly receding back into the elf's body.

Needless to say, the wounded dwarf didn't take much and the alchemist was half-dead in Mar's hand when the doors could be heard opening. Whoever was coming in would hear the old dwarven alchemist begging for his life and trying to make deals, making repeating mentions of his research and the secured escape tunnels out of the city. The only reason he was still alive was because Mar was debating whether to take him as a temporary host while his current one recovered. No, it was too late for that, and he raised a hand to end the man's life.