[System]
Physical Form: Clotho is a foot taller than most men, with long arms and legs, and has a chitinous exoskeleton that is a dull brown-maroon in color. Four gossamer rounded wings, transparent green with orange edges, form into a cloak when not in use. Her shell forms into a barbaric-style armor around her shoulders, knees and thighs, gauntlets, and chest. Small spikes line many of the edges of her shell. Her face is crossed with seams, her nose is inhumanly sharp, and her wide mouth is lined with razor-sharp teeth. A shock of black hair more like spines protrudes from the top of her head. Additionally, her eyes are a bright, luminescent green, with layered pupil rings. Instead of hair, two membranous mini-wings protruding from her upper back form into a hood.

Abilities: Clotho's wings grant her the power of flight, which she can perform with almost ludicrous speed and agility. Her insect carapace functions like armor, affording her ample protections. Hidden inside her left forearm is the Stinger, which she can project from her palm for stabbing. The Stinger can inject a variety of toxins into a target, all of which are manufactured chemically within Clotho's own glands. Such toxins include 'poison', 'paralysis', 'mutation', 'subordination', 'blindness', and 'calcification'.

Cloth also has the ability to command bugs and parasites. Aside from conjuring flies, hornets, leeches, worms, and flesh-eating beetles, sometimes in vast swarms, she also controls her own minions in the form of Myrmidons, Lambent, and Antlions. These she orders around via chirp-calls, and she has no true leadership ability.

The true combat ability of Clotho, however, lies in her rapier. With a barbed tip, it can slide into flesh cleanly and eviscerate it on the way out. Its flexible blade allows Clotho to lash the tip around when fighting, cutting and gashing opponents as she opens them up for a thrust. Its deceptive deadliness, couple with Clotho's uncanny speed and notable strength, make it a lethal tool of destruction.

Personality: A certain conflict underlies Clotho's convincing exterior. Deep inside she is still Nona, confused and reticent and immature. This directly disparages with the aged experience of the that melded its soul with hers, whose bloodthirsty monstrosity has guided her thus far as a Keeper. The union of the two distinct spirits produced Clotho, a cunning, intelligent imperialist. Clotho is without conscious barring the distant, faint murmurs of the suppressed girl within her, and will kill without question, though good judgment keeps her from exercising this often. Though self-centered, she is more than willing to make alliances and deals for mutual gain, and will even adhere to them—an behavior unheard of among most such creatures.

Wants/Needs: Clotho lusts for power and control. She wants nothing more than to rise through the ranks of her master and become both his most powerful warrior and most trusted ally. Eventually, Clotho wishes to gain the ability to become a Dungeon Keeper herself, though she does not plan whatsoever on betraying her current master.

Relationships: None

Backstory: Clotho was once human, an urchin of Virens. This premier logging town, situated in the Oerwood Forest north of the Saploya river, was home to over two hundred thousand, but never truly to a girl called Nona. Surviving by her wits and her knack for finding odd jobs, she later became reliant on the family of Theo Rosenstern. Theo, playing the nobleman as well as the romantic, sought to feel better about his own clan's success and gain a girlfriend in the process by hanging out with Nona and helping her get by. Ever in need of aid, Nona accepted, forming an uneasy relationship with the boy while trying to make ends meet. From a young age, the Biomancer's Guild of Virens, responsible for the magical acceleration of conditioning of the city's saplings and crops, had fascinated her, but her own lowly beginnings and ineptitude for magic estranged her from the organization.

It was in this stagnation, during her nineteenth year of a woeful life, that a voice first reached out to her through her dreams. Its whispers, low and meaningless at first, grew in strength as she became more desperate, and finally its message became clear: journey into the jungle and find a special insect. After convincing Theo to accompany her, Nona left in the morning to pursue her dream. Hours later, she arrived in an unpeopled lumber camp miles from the city limits. Upon entering the shack at its center, she beheld a nasty-looking metallic green wasp confined in a jar. In a trance, she seized the jar -totally unresponsive to Theo's urges- and smashed it against the ground, freeing the wasp. Immediately it stung her, injecting into her the ancient soul of an insidious being of darkness—Kafka.
The two minds, girl and monster, melded, and in the process her own body transformed into its current state. Long before the modification finished, Theo took to his heels. That day, Clotho came to be.

From there she imposed herself on the forest, thinking to become a force of darkness. Though the self-appointed Vermin Queen stockpiled quite the retinue of mindless insectoid minions, and gave the nearby towns a great deal of trouble, she never quite lived up to the status of an evil overlord. After a botched attempt to obliterate her former hometown caused an army of avenging townsfolk to converge on her lair, she fled south until she happened to find one of the Overlord's bands. After wiping the plains with them, she sought the Overlord's dungeon, and pledged her service to him without question.

[User]
When Twich was given his latest task from the Master, a part of him was somewhat annoyed that he was being called away from his experiments so soon after they had began. Granted they were only the preliminary tests but being absent for them might result in him losing information and delaying his research.

While not ideal, Twich managed to rope a couple of Imps into staying in his lab and gave them some basic instructions; They were never to touch the bodies, they were to observe and keep note of anything out of the ordinary that happened and if one of them died they were to write down the time of their death (Twich had made sure his clock was properly freshly winded up for just that purpose). It was the best he could do under such a sudden deadline through...

Speaking of the mission that he had been given, Twich's mind was already combing through his current set of objectives and the information that the Master had to provide for the third time as it tried to piece together a plan of action. He already had a fairly decent way to pin it on the humans and have already sent a messenger to the Master requesting at least two weapons and two sets of armor from whatever passed for the town watch from that village that they had raided the day before. A second messenger had been dispatched to whatever lair That Which Consumes Peace had taken for itself with a request that it carefully pick two of its slaves to come with them; They would not be coming back.

At least there was the starting of a plan; First and foremost they needed more intel but that would have to wait for them to arrive there. Taking the time to make sure he had his supplies topped up, the kobold went to meet with the rest of his team and get underway.

[Assistant]
Shukra received word of what was to be done, and sighed. No rest for the wicked, as the saying went. He took a sip of the stale mead the orcs had made, and let out a sigh. A larger village, wanted intact, with sizable defenses. He took another sip from the stone mug, then grunted. And the master put a bloodthirsty barbarian in charge of an operation like this. It was foolish, madness, idiotic. Some of the orcs around him could see his frustration, and began to make themselves scarce. His frustration often led to someone getting burned, and while it was rare that someone died because of it, no one wanted to be out of commission and miss a raid. But, as it were, he didn't want any of them out either. There was no telling what the others would bring, but he was going to bring as few of his own as possible to the fight. He wouldn't get them all killed in whatever hairbrained scheme Athinar cooked up.

The enchanted equipment had been handed out, but those men would stay behind and lead in his absense. It seemed that he would be out in the field more than he would be conquering the mountains, as he wished. No matter. The orcs weren't going anywhere. They had no drive, simply killing and eating, living like animals. All the better to make them his. They were weak minded, easily pliable. He would correct that with the introduction of humans to his forces, but for now, he'd have to rely on his own mind and their brute strength. It would be enough, for now. The cat scratched his chin, then stood and began rounding up some forces. Now that he thought about it, he might benefit himself by coming in full. Ah, decisions, decisions.

Rather than consult with his own forces, he began to make his way towards his quarters. Which consisted of little more than a large pavilion made of animal hides crudely stitched together, with a bed, chair, and desk inside of it. He sat at the desk, facing a tall, wide mirror. He mumbled a few words and passed his hand over the mirror, and in to view came Athinar, who was just now shouting for the others that were put under his command. Rolling his eyes, he tapped on the glass. "Athinar, turn around," he said, his rich voice coming from behind the oaf. There would be am image of Shukra, just his head and shoulders, but there. He narrowed his eyes slightly, then said, "My forces and I await orders." His voice was calm and cold, showing his obvious lack of respect for Athinar.

[User] Azavarn didn't bother sleeping, mainly do to the fact that he didn't need to, so he had spent his night in the dungeon's tavern, though it would be more suitable to call it a filthy hole in the ground. The demon's evening consisted of out drinking the imps, no easy feat given the pigswill that they were serving, and swindling them out of whatever trinkets they were willing to bet. It was only a matter of time that one of the imps spilled the news that Azavarn would be heading out on the next raid, and to be lead by one of the humans no less. So he took it upon himself to wait in the larger cavern in the cave, and just as he thought Athinar came there and began to bellow for those who would be joining him. " 'Bout time you woke up boss, thought I was going to have to wait all day. I don't have eternity you know... Wait I actually do." Azavarn said with his usual sly smile on his face, he was seated on a near by bolder. He got up and walked over to the muscle bound human just as the fur ball Shukra appeared. He couldn't help but smirk, the 'warlord' had quite the ego didn't he. "As great as it would to have the orcs around, I don't think they would be great for this action. You know keeping the town unflattened." He said as he looked at the mirror image of the cat man. "Though, if I may be so bold as to give to advice, I would recommend that you order your forces to surround the town. They would make quite the useful neat for catching any runaways." He said before he turned on his hill to face Athinar. "And our oh so brawny leader may I suggest that you allow me to do what I do best and make a deal?" He said in a calm tone. "You put some muscle down on the little settlements around the town, let word get back to whoever is in charge. With the panic of an attack on their mind making a deal for ownership of the village will be easy."

[Assistant]
The rabbit took some wrangling to remove from its little box and keep in place upon the table, but it was nothing that the swarm queen couldn't do. With the alchemist and his young assistant looking on in fearful but intrigued anticipation, Clotho pinned the small animal on the table and held up her left hand. From a groove in the palm, a short, bladelike prong emerged, leaking a dark liquid that glistened in the yellow-green firefly-lanterns' light. Once her stinger had fully extended, Clotho reached down toward the captured mammal's belly and nicked the skin beneath its scrubby brown fur.

The changes were immediate. Growing very still but for the occasional twitch, the rabbit began to slough off its hair. Where the fur fell off, greenish plates of chitin formed, taking on a rough similarity to segmented plate armor. Legs grew longer, and a third pair began to branch from the middle of the bunny's torso. Its ears hardened and curved inward, like the prongs of a Hercules beetle, and even the texture of its eyes altered until the thing's vision was compounded. Spiky mandibles extended around its mouth, and its teeth grew sharp while joining to the gums. "Fascinating," Clotho breathed. "Now for the moment of truth." She let the miniature monster go.

Predictably, it remained statuesque except for the constant motion of its orange eyes. This gratified Clotho immensely. "The prototype serum is satisfactory. Subject's body structure has been altered immensely, and..." she gave a sharp, high-pitched chirp, and the former rabbit rolled onto its back. "...it is fully receptive to instruction. Congratulations, alchemist Omer," she said to the man. "It would appear that you're useful to me after all. I understand the knowledge is limited, but please continue to work on the serum as much as you can. Work assured that if you do well I shall not use it on you. Soon I will leave, and you know what fate awaits you should you venture out of my hive."

At that moment, an imp rushed into the room. Before it could even blink, Clotho had reacted, her rapier drawn and nestled against its throat, prompting a terrified squeak. If she'd still have been human, Clotho would have rolled her eyes. "Announce your presence next time, small one," she chided as she replaced her rapier on her back. "I am not fond of surprises. Do you have news from the Master?"

Afterward, Clotho was pleased indeed. "Dwarves...master builders and engineers, and less well known, alchemists. This could be exactly the thing you need to complete my transformation toxin." She zipped into the hive's main atrium, where the bulk of her forces spent their time. Looking down upon on Myrmidons, Antlions, and Lambent, she silently thanked the Master for giving her an opportunity for her minions to shine. A series of clicks and shrieks communicated everything that Clotho required, and soon after she emerged from her dungeon with her minions not far behind. At the entrance, she encountered Twitch, who the imp had said would be joining her on the mission. "Hello again, whiskered one. The Master has trusted us with a task most important. I am sure the both of us will prove beyond a doubt's shadow that we are worthy of his trust." A quick look around determined the absence of Ekusha and That Which Consumes Peace. "The demon and the spirit have not yet arrived?"


[System]
Appearance (Real Life):

Height: 5' 8"

Weight: 160 lb

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color: Brown
Age: 15

History: Hailing from a country town in America, Tim was a boy, and you know how they are. Playing games, showing off to girls, doing sports, etc. Tim grew up to be a fit young boy, and then grew up to be a fit young teenager, which is where he is today. Maybe the fitness thing came around because his parents were fitness nuts and insisted he learn martial arts. Not that he minded, though. Being able to kick ass was pretty good. In fact, Tim went the extra mile, learning Karate, Judo and Tae Kwon Do. The key word there is 'learned', however. He doesn't have that the cool belt colours yet, but he's getting there. Some might say that he's overworking himself to make his parents proud, but he was glad that they forced him into it, because of the dark time in his life during the transitional phase when he moved into the big city… Which I won't go into :P
At any rate, he turned 13, got Deep Ground and has been playing it for 2 years, balancing all his other commitments on top of it.

Personality: Tim goes through life cheerfully and confidently, always ready to show off. He's easy to get along with and is stupid enough to not take offense easily. Friends will find him handy in a pinch, unless it has to do with academics. He's somewhat average, and will probably need as much help as you do, but he's dependable enough any time else. He friendliness, however, is a mask for his dark past, one that he wouldn't like to confront. Nevertheless, his sense of justice and loyalty are quite strong and he supports all of his friends.

In deep ground, he acts as a kind of superhero, running around saving people, because he likes to do it. He's very similar to how he is in real life, but in game, he's stronger. He's liable to jump into fights in real life too, but in game, he's more reckless. His sense of justice is even stronger in Deep Ground because he has the strength to back it up.
Appearance (Avatar): I'll try to do this in one sentence. A silver statue of a naked, bald, 6 foot musclebound man with suspiciously absent sexual characteristics, strangely accented eyebrows and no eyes. He's super shiny. Damn, that was two sentences.

Avatar Class: Tank

Avatar Title: Silver Streaker

Avatar Level (Initial): 3

Avatar Guild: Solo player

Ability 1: Quicksilver brawler (passive)
The Silver Streaker's physique and physical makeup make for some unique properties.
* +20% movement speed per level
* +10% attack speed per level
* Armour can be equipped but aesthetics will not change
* Weapons can be equipped, but not wielded. The weapon is instead absorbed by the Silver Streaker's body and stat bonuses are instead applied to the Silver Streaker's fists. Normal weapon restrictions still apply (If ranged weapons are used, the Silver Streaker gets finger pistols).

Ability 2: Silver Dash (active)
With this ability, you find that the Silver Streaker is aptly named! The Silver Streaker performs 3 quick dashes in rapid succession, closing the distance fast or dodging hits.
* Can outrace bullets
* Relatively short range, about 15 meters per dash
* Can be ended early, shaving off a third of the cooldown for each dash
* The Silver Streaker can attack while dashing, but good luck hitting anything
* If done correctly, attacks can receive up 30% bonus damage (eg. Charging straight at their face and punching them)
* Cooldown is 30 seconds

Ability 3: Light Metal (passive)
The Silver Streaker's physical makeup has strong defensive properties and also increases the Silver Streaker's strength.
* +10% melee damage
* +20% bonus armour (as in, if he has 20 armour he'll get 4 more for 24 in total)

Level 3: Pain resistance
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Other: Well, if you're still around, would you like to hear the legend of the Silver Streaker?
There's a popular story amongst the circles of weaker users. It is said that when people are in trouble, a silver light will appear on the horizon, speeding to bring speedy justice. ¬Indeed, the altruistic acts of the Silver Streaker have led to many legends, though some are more notorious than inspiring.

Most tales share the story of a naked silver man running in to help them in a fight, but this isn't always a good thing. It seems that there're an equal number of stories where the shining legend heroically saves the would-be victims, and ones where he comes just in time to die along with them. And also, seeing a huge naked man made out of silver speeding towards you in your time of need wouldn't exactly be welcoming to most people.

Some have reported switching their assault to him instead of the attackers because their attackers also did the same, only for the silver man to speed right back out into the distance. Some have even reported reporting him for sexual harassment after he saved their lives, but to the dismay of those people, the Silver Streaker has never been brought to justice.

Some speculate that he's not a player at all, but an NPC put in by the goodwill of a lone renegade developer to help others in life, hence being untouchable by the moderators. Others believe that he instead bribes them to overlook his antics, theorising that he is instead a skilled hacker who takes advantage of the system to show off his indecency. The real mods just laugh and sit back, content with the knowledge that they've already tried and are well aware that, unfortunately, neither they nor the player can do anything about his endemic indecent exposure.
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[User]
Unable to see what exactly was going on about her, the Midnight Soloist could only register in the back of her mind that something had been struck by her Land Demolisher whilst she was somersaulting, and that her ally, Rocket Lancer, had died. Her flight cut short by that impact, the strawberry blonde girl crashed into the ground as a dark miasma rose in the throne room of the Black King. It stung and burned, eating away at her HP as she rose up slowly, trying to figure out if she had hit her mark or not.

She hadn't.

That mage was still fine, chatting away with her King as if nothing had happened at all, while Moon Rider herself offered an invitation to the Ebony Strykers for all those within the room.

Yuuki grit her teeth, baring them as she disregarded the message sent to her. As a rogue flew past, sent by whomever, a Heavy Arms swung downwards and flattened the rogue, before grinding their pixelated body into dust as it transformed while the stealthy bastard's head was still in its grasp. Forming the remaining two Heavy Arms into Land Demolishers, she narrowed her eyes, brought her body down low, and smiled.

Her win condition still hasn't been met, and with her HP decaying at such a fast rate…well, this was going to be the final one then.

Two hammers drove themselves into her feet, a violent shock passing through her body as she launched herself forwards again, trails of black smoke clinging to her stubbornly. At this point, her HP was too low to realistically expect a victory if she gets so much as punched by the mage, but…that's what made it fun! Challenging! Entertaining! It was a proper deadline to have, turning Newt into lizard paste before she died!

Drawing back her real fist, Yuuki couldn't help but roar out dramatically as she swung for Newt's face.

Then, she froze in mid-air, pixels falling off her virtual flesh arm. It twitched sprodiacally as she stayed there, suspended, not moving as Yuuki wanted it to. But a moment later, red lights blared all about the Black King's Castle, before the killing blow was delivered in the form a warning.

There was a glitch in the system, and that error cost the Midnight Soloist her what could have been a victory. As the world darkened around her immobilized form, as her arbitrarily decided goal vanished along with it, that smile became a frown.
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Yuuki opened her eyes, back to the wilted gardens and the cold grass. Autumn was cold, and, upon touching her face, she realized just how cold it was. Slowly, she brought her hands over her face and breathed in and out slowly. Her breath warmed her hands, and her hands warmed her face, before she could staple on a small smile once more.

The brunette stood up, patted herself off, and then realized that she needed to breathe again. And again and again and again, until she could properly calm herself down. It was frustrating, how short it had been. It was upsetting, how it had ended. But, in the end, there was nothing she could do about it. Just smile and carrying on.

"Come on," Yuuki said, looking outwards to the afternoon sky, "Smile."

That mage's name was Newt. She was part of the Ebony Strykers. The next time they met, Yuuki would have to make sure that she turned that Avatar into paste.

Actually, wait, why decide?

Her coin was brought out once more, and, with that same passive smile on, the plain-faced girl declared, "Hatred or forgiveness?"
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Some time later, her cellphone rang, and, flicking it out of her pockets, Yuuki smiled at the time, spun her phone in her hands, and answered in a chirpy tone.

"Good afternoon, Erika~"

[Assistant]
Havoc stopped her advance on the crippled Dissolution as others approached, she prepared for them to attack but they seemed to hesitate by their fallen comrade, a moment later she found out why as they somehow merged together, their black mass flowing into one and a much bigger dissolution was formed, there was a moment of inaction as Havoc and the dissolution sized each other up and then the thing lept at her. Havoc's choice of action was taken from her as a fist slammed into her from behind.
"WHAT THE FRIIIIIIIIICK!"
The momentum from the punch threw her past the big dissolution and into a large group of smaller dissolutions, further worsening her situation shed left her sword behind when she'd made her daring aerial escape from the big dissolution. She hit the ground, rolled over once and ended up on her back. Her hp dropped a truly minuscule amount from the punch and her passive activated, doing probably the tiniest amount of damage ever recorded to every dissolution in the mob.
Havoc sighed, there wasnt much point getting up, without her sword she didn't stand a chance. Lying on her back staring at the sky Havoc didn't notice as the dissolution's movements lost their smooth flow and began the sharp jerks of a lagspike.
What did finally gain her attention was the MASSIVE message in big red bold writing that appeared in her face.

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Attention! Attention! All Players will be forcefully logged out of Deep Ground Online due to internal errors and damages! Attention! Attention! All Players will be forcefully logged out immediately!

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She opened her eyes and found herself back in her room, back to being Rebecca it seems. She sat up and looked about, the room was full of half packed bags and her things were strewn across the small floor area. She'd be moving into the dorms at the Academy tomorrow, it would be the first time she'd ever lived away from home. She sat for a while thinking about it. A while later, deciding that moping about wouldn't accomplish anything she rolled off her bed and continued her packing.

[User]
Silver Streaker
"Oh come on!" The Silver Streaker yelled.

He was aware that the massive slime had been jumping before, but now it practically covered the sky and spawned claws straight out of nowhere. He'd been aware that it was probably made up of a lot of dissolutions, but this was just dumb. He was pretty sure it was at least boss class now. Maybe it was level two, but even he would have trouble against a level 2 boss, and he'd never fought this kind of dissolution before. And besides, there were other people now.

Tim glanced at the group, practically staring death in the face. The dissolutions kept coming, and things didn't look fun. It was probably a glitch in the systems. It was probably just some coding error or an infinite loop or something, but it was clear that they weren't getting out of here alive.

"If we're not making it out of here..." The Streaker said.

The Silver Streaker crouched low, tensing his legs before releasing a mighty leap, into the path of the falling dissolution.

"Then I'm going out with a bang!" He yelled defiantly.

If the dissolution was going to land on them, then the only solution was to kill it before it landed. As he shot upwards, he prepared to release a flurry of blows, hoping to decrease its HP enough to at least be killed by the others when it reached the ground. Just before he unleashed his fury, a red message appeared on his interface.

"OH COME ON!" The Streaker yelled.

His body began disappearing, before fully vanishing just before he would have contacted the slime.

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You have been logged out

Don't worry, it's not for indecency this time

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Tim Blackthorn
Tim opened his eyes and sighed. Getting up, he noticed that the sun was setting. He rubbed his eyes and stretched before getting a cup of water. Drinking it down, he checked his schedule on his interface.

"Hm, looks like I got training soon." He mused. "Today's Tae Kwon do. Tomorrow I've got karate, and then Judo..."

A busy schedule, but it was fine for Tim.

"Needed to work on my kicks anyway." Tim said.

He began packing his sports bag, putting in a drink bottle and his uniform, before shrugging on socks, shoes and a track suit jacket and started heading out for the Tae kwon do dojo. If anything, he needed to work on his reflexes and actual battle experience, but that would come in time.

Tim breathed in the fresh evening air and stretched out, enjoying the atmosphere. At least he'd managed to help the squad who'd been in trouble, mostly due to the Silver Streaker. The Silver Streaker was amazing, and his body had helped Tim through situations he never would in real life. However, an avatar was like a car. If it didn't have a good driver, it wouldn't go anywhere. This was probably more true of the Silver Streaker than a lot of other avatars, because its unique properties limit his effective range to punching distance. There was only so much leeway avatar abilities could afford, and doing real life martial arts might give him an edge over his own limits.

Still need to build those reflexes. Tim thought as he walked down the street. I think there might be an ability for that...

Tim walked towards the dojo, determined to become stronger.


[System]
Leda Storm
Character Quote: "When it rains, look for rainbows. When it's dark, look for stars."

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Character Summary
Aliases: Leddie, Princess Rainbow Unicorn
Age: 16
Birthday: November 28th, 2002
Ethnicity: British
Birth Place: Los Angeles, California
Godly Parent: Iris
Cabin Number: Cabin 14; Year Round Camper
How Many Years At Camp: Two
Gender: Female
Occupation At Camp: Shrine Maintenance and Upkeep
Languages: English, Ancient Greek, Spanish

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Appearance
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 120 pounds
Body Type: Skinny
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Blonde (Rainbows)
Skin Tone: Tanned (Rainbows)
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Scars on her knees
Personal Style: Leda generally will wear a jean jacket, a tie-dyed Camp Halfblood t-shirt, white shorts, and converse sneakers. Any deviation from that usually means that her grandparents are coming to visit her in the United States and they tend to expect a little higher dress for outings. She loves to style her hair and explore with various colors, which makes sense given her godly parent. Of course, even if it is fashionable, it has to be comfortable and practical or she won't wear it. Heels for example are out - monsters would so show up to fight the instant she put them on and she does not want to get permanent blisters.

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Psychology
Creative * Idealistic * Empathetic * Careless * Insightful * Two-Faced

Sexuality: Bisexual
Relationship Status: Dating Rebecca Eventide, Daughter of Hecate
Personality: (One paragraph or more)
Fatal Flaw: Excessive/Personal loyalty
Habits: Fidgeting, braiding and unbraiding her hair
Hobbies: Running
Fears:
* Wasps
* Enclosed Spaces
* Complete Darkness

Likes:
* Reading
* Nature
* Wide Open Areas
* Marshmallows
* Colors
* Sweets
* Celestial Auroras
* Design and Construction
* Comic Books
* Thunderstorms

Dislikes:
* Tripping (fuck you, Zeke)
* Dismissal of any god/goddess
* Bigots
* Modernism
* DC Movies
* Any man who tells her to calm down
* Coffee
* Cliques

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Skills
Demigod Abilities:
* Superhuman Speed
* Rainbow Manipulation

General Skills:
* Greek Mythology
* Singing
* First Aide
* Weaving
* Lock Picking
* Driving (Car)

Combat Skills:
* Sword-Fighting
* Agility
* Endurance
* Flexibility

Magic Item:
* Enchanted Compass: It always points where to go, as long as a question has been asked.
* Ultraviolet: Celestial bronze sword disguised as a necklace, gives off a faint hue that varies depending on Leda's mood

What Do They Carry On Them:
* Clothing - Denim jacket, camp necklace, tie-dyed camp shirt, white shorts, black converse, rainbow socks
* Purse/Wallet - 20 Gold Drachma, picture of her grandparents, $100, £50, driver's license, lucky silver Drachma
* Celestial Bronze Sword (appears as her necklace)
* Witch's Pendant - gift from her girlfriend, Rebecca
* Swiss Army Knife - Celestial Bronze
* Light purple backpack
* Baggie of Ambrosia Squares
* Assorted Twinkies
* Water Bottle
* Enchanted Compass
* Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone

Possessions In Cabin:
* British and American Passports
* Wardrobe of Winter and Summer Clothing
* Shrine Maintenance Kit
* A crate full of Twinkies
* Letter from her mortal mother; unopened
* Kindle
* Celestial Bronze Sword
* Remaining Harry Potter books
* Polaroid Camera
* iPod
* Earbuds

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History
Biography Leda was adopted by her grandparents, as her mother was deemed unfit to raise a child. She was too free spirited and flighty, claiming that Leda didn't have a father and that her mother was a goddess. It was strictly speaking nonsense. Contact from her mother was forbidden and since she a little under two years old when her grandparents took her in, Leda didn't really feel like she missed out on much growing up. She loved her grandparents dearly and they took good care of her - so what that she didn't know her mother or father?

Her grandparents were rather rich and wealthy Brits, living in southern England. They paid for her to attend the very best schools, especially when she was diagnosed with severe dyslexia and ADHD. She could never quite sit still. Her teachers complained that although she was sweet and bright, she was wild and undisciplined. There was some improvement when she joined a running club, discovering that she was easily faster than anyone her age. Yet when she could easily outrun all the other kids without breaking a sweat, she was accused of using performance enhancing drugs and kicked out of the school.

This pattern kept on happening, causing Leda to withdraw slightly into herself. She quit running and would instead sneak out of her house in the middle of the night. Her grandparents, while good to her, were fairly easy to trick as they were getting rather old. She didn't really have any friends and of course, that meant that she had more than enough bullies. One night the bullies were chasing her and she was heading for the water - and something told her to take that leap of faith. She dashed across the water's surface, going faster than she ever had before, as if she were some sort of superhero.

She had never been happier than in that moment.

How Long Have They Been At Camp Half-Blood: Leda didn't tell anyone at first. They would think she was insane - she even went to comic book stores, reading about the Flash and trying to figure out how she could run so quickly. Unfortunately, her scent grew stronger and attracted a group of Empousai. They cornered her in the locker rooms at her school and would have killed her, had her powers not triggered and she blasted them with rainbow light. The monsters crumbled into dust and a satyr located her soon after, taking her to Camp Half-Blood.

As a daughter of Iris, she feels safe staying at camp year round. The entire concept that she didn't actually have a father but rather a divine mother still confuses her... Yet given that Iris doesn't have a cult of worship, Leda has gotten interested in the restoration and maintenance of shrines to all gods and goddesses, minor and major. She created one for her mother.

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Additional Information
Theme Song: E.T. by Katy Perry
Extra Information:
I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.

[User]
Kristin Reynolds

Location: Camp Van, -> Manhattan, Grey Hound Station, New York

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Argus looked at Leda for a moment, though he never spoke due to having so many eyes, one of them being on his tongue he would reach into the glove compartment, and pulled out a CD a song started to play. Kristin looked at Zeke as soon as she got into the van, she knew the song pretty well actually having it on her Ipod as well, which was surprising to her as well. "Not bad of a song." Kristin said as she looked out the window, looking over at Zeke for a moment, and then over at Leda as well the two of them really did annoy her quiet a bit and she didn't really want to be on a quest with them, they both would drive her pretty crazy at some point to.

But it was to late now, as Kristin leaned back and quietly hummed to the song as well, a couple minutes later they were now in the city, as Argus drove over and dropped them off at the closest Grey Hound bus station. "Thank you Argus." Kristin said as she quickly climbed out of the van, grabbing her backpack as well slinging it over her back. She reached into her pocket and handed Argus a drachma and gave him a smile it was the least she could do for him giving them a ride into the city. "I'm going to go and get the tickets." Kristin said as she started to head into the building itself.

[Assistant]
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🌈 Leda Storm 🌈

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Location: the Car -> Outside the Greyhound Station

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 Leda tilted her head slightly, listening to the song Argus was playing. It wasn't something she wanted to listen to again, but it didn't make her ears bleed - so that was saying something. "You don't have totally rotten taste," she complimented the security head. When Argus dropped them off at the bus station, her dreams of stealing a car to take to Texas were dashed. It was probably for the best though that they took a bus - they'd be less likely to kill each other in front of mortals. With as much as she hated Zeke and Kristin, at least they weren't all immortal. There was a reason that Olympus was so dysfunctional after all. "Alright, wise girl," she said, as Kristin went inside to get the tickets, leaving Leda alone with Zeke.

 They only had five days to do this - to find Calliope, the missing muse, and rescue her from Marsyas. "So Marsyas... What do you know about him?" Leda asked Zeke expectantly. He had had a run in with Apollo in the past at some competition, so she figured that Apollo's son would probably remember more details on the myth. They were lucky that their quest had an arbitrary deadline - if they didn't get Calliope back in time for Apollo's competition with Hermes, the world wasn't going to end. She shifted slightly, tugging on the straps of her backpack. Odds were they wouldn't be able to take the bus the entire way to Houston. Something always went wrong.

[User]
Ezekiel Kel

Location: Car ---> Bus Station, New York

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 Ezekiel watched Kristen walk away to secure them some bus tickets. Hopefully they wouldn't have to wait long at the bus station. Waiting was always the annoying part, it left too much time to overthink things. He looked around the bus station, trying to find vending machines. It wasn't exactly a short trip to Texas and snacks would be needed. Leda spoke to him, asking about more details on Marsyas which brought him back from his hunt for vending machines. Ezekiel shut his eyes and sighed a little. He hated telling stories about the gods. They weren't exactly nice people. They were extremely vain and only cared for themselves and when there was a competition involved, it never ended well and the competition between his father Apollo and Marsyas was no exception.
 "Ah good ol' Marsy and Pops had a bit of a music competition back in the day that was judged by the Muses. Naturally, Apollo won and the terms of the competition was the victor was allowed to do whatever they pleased to the loser. So, in typical god like fashion, Apollo skinned the saytar Marsyas and turned his pelt into a wine sack. Although another legend says Apollo pinned it to a tree. There's speculation that Athena cursed the flute Marsyas used in the competition as well." Ezekiel looked back at Leda when he was done his tale. "Fun right? You can always count on the gods for interesting bedtime stories," Ezekiel sneered.

[Assistant]
Kristin Reynolds

Location: Manhattan, Greyhound Station, New York

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Kristin made her way into the station and approached the ticket counter, where she paid for their three tickets and started to look around the area for a moment. She spotted two vending machines, one with snacks and the other with soda, using her money Kristin said grabbing three bags of doritos and three bottles of coke. She looked down at the tickets seeing that their bus would leave in about fifteen minutes, she made her way back out towards where Leda and Zeke were throwing them their food and drinks. She couldn't help but overhear what Zeke mentioned what he knew about Marsyas.

"Yeah kind of sounds like something your dad would actually do." Kristin said as she looked over to where their bus would leave. "Also here's your guys tickets, the bus leaves in about fifteen minutes." She said, as Kristin handed out their tickets to the two of them, and stopped when she started to get the feeling that they were being watched. She played with her bracelet ever so slightly, before heading over to where they would get on their bus.

[User]
🌈 Leda Storm 🌈

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Location: Greyhound Station

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 "Gives you something to think about," Leda agreed. She wasn't going to openly disparage the gods. She believed in worshipping them all, preventing them from fading, and very much did not want to aggravate any of them into cursing her. Sure, some heroes had managed to get by even with having some gods hating them, but she just didn't want to try her luck that way. Her own opinion about how disgusting it was for Apollo to decide the appropriate punishment for losing a contest was to skin someone would just have to be private.

 She then glanced up just in time, catching her coke and bag of doritos. In another seamless move, Leda opened up her bag and put them away inside. She wasn't going to start eating just yet. The hair on the back of her neck was standing up slightly and she couldn't help but feel they were being watched by a monster. Did monsters camp out at Greyhound Stations, waiting for Argus to drop off the next batch of demigods for them to eat? She took her ticket, her necklace glowing faintly red to mirror her apprehension. With her free hand, she grasped the pendant, ready to tug down and transform the necklace into her sword, Ultraviolet, at a moment's notice. "We're being watched," she murmured to her companions as she followed Kristin. "Going onto the bus might be an excellent way to be trapped."


[System]
Species/Race: Chiss
Middle Name: Eva
Last Name: N/A (Chiss don't have "last" names the same way that humans and other races, do, they have "family" names, but their family names go FIRST, then their "core" (or middle) name, and then they have a "third" name which is commonly thought to be a last name by most other species, but it's...not really XD)
AKA: Thevalara, but she generally prefers to go by Theva. Don't call her Eva, ever. EVER.
Gender: Female
Date of Birth: 3,663 BBY (I think I've worked that out right, I admit I'm kinda terrible at tracking the dates haha)
Place of Birth: Copero City, Copero, Chiss Space
Age: 20 (equivalent of a human 22 year old, Chiss "grow up" faster than humans, but once they hit adulthood they slow down again XD)
Height: 5 feet 10 inches
Weight: (How rude!) but since you asked, about 167 Ibs
Home Planet: Copero by birth, but will always say it's Korriban
Current Residence: Talon-class Interceptor, named the "Ice Shard".
Hair Color/Style: Inky blue-back, about mid-back length (when left down), and usually pulled back into a single braid behind her head to keep it out of her face, though she does have a single unruly curl sticking out from behind her right ear that will not stay in her updo, no matter what she does.
Facial Hair: N/A
Eye Color: Pupil-less, deep red eyes which glow slightly, especially in low-light conditions.
Body Appearance:

A tall and rather imposing figure, especially for a woman, Theva is a solid wall of muscle from head-to-toe, more than capable of crushing bones with her bare hands should the fancy strike her, and she walks like she knows it. She has an arrogant sort of swagger to her steps, and often looks down her nose when talking to others, particularly those she considers to be "weaker" than her. Her skin is a striking, pale blue, though it can and will darken at times, depending upon the oxygen levels in the atmosphere of the planet she's on.
Vehicle/Starship: Chiss Talon Interceptor
Not dissimilar to the popular Empire Fury-class Interceptor in terms of its internal structure and functionality, however the Chiss Talon was built, obviously, in Chiss space, and features a much more unique outward-design, with a taller cockpit window and wings which can fold/unfold at a much more rapid rate, allowing for extremely quick speed changes and maneuverability.
Armor: Blue-grey and purple War-Hero Force Master Armour
Primary Weapon(s): Single-bladed Lightsaber, red blade, the Force (combines the two for maximum power and effectiveness)
Secondary Weapon(s): Wears a Shield Emitter on her left gauntlet, which can be used to extend a small personal shield over herself, Brute force with her bare hands, if necessary,
Allegiance: Sith Empire (formerly the Chiss Ascendancy)
Rank: Sith Juggernaut

Biography:

Theva was originally born far away from the troubles of the Jedi and the Sith, in one of the districts of Copero's main city, she was born to House Mitth (the same house that would later give rise to the likes of Grand Admiral Thrawn), and would have been well on track to take a seat within the other high-ranking Chiss of their House once she matured, had it not been for one, little problem. When Theva began to exhibit Force abilities at the age of 3, all prospects of her future with the Ascendancy were thrown to the wind. For, to the Chiss, Force sensitivity is not a blessing, but a bad omen.

For this reason, she had to go. Theva didn't understand why her parents couldn't even look at her anymore, only that they were sending her to somewhere called the Sith Empire, and that she was never again allowed to return to Chiss space. Why?
She was a demon.

Unlike many other Chiss sensitive children, her parents at the very least left her a ship, the very same one which she still flies today. It's the only thing she has left to remember her family by, and however much she may hate them for casting her out, she still feels some latent, familial loyalty to the people who brought her into this world.
Theva was escorted to Korriban, as was the agreement the where she was left at the Sith Academy to be trained as one of their fighters, for the Sith knew they may need them in the days to come. She had a hard time, at first, being an alien - and one so different-looking, at that - meant that many of the other human acolytes picked on her, or used her as target practise whilst honing their own power.

Theva quickly learned that friends are of no use to a Sith, and resolved that if they weren't going to like her, then they would fear her, and so would anyone else she came across. She trained long and hard, sometimes going without sleep in favour of sticking to her rigid schedule. She learned to fight, and she learned to kill others before they could kill her, first. Despite her species, Theva quickly made herself indisposable : fast, deadly, efficient, therefore it was no surprise that she was quickly apprenticed to a Sith Lord, and even sooner, flew through her would find her

She fought in many battles, though she was not present for the Sacking of Coruscant, she played a major role in other pivotal battles of the war, including the Alderaan Civil War and the tail-end of the Battle of Balmorra.

[User]
Theva did her best to keep the tension out of her shoulders as they crept back onto the upper levels. As they crossed onto the familiar strip of cafes and casinos, she caught a barely audible breath of relief from the man beside her, and allowed herself the very slightest of smiles too. They were still in hostile territory of course, but the fact that no-one had tried to shoot them yet as they ambled towards the taxi port meant that Thaerex's idea had at least worked.

Just as she was beginning to think he wasn't a lost cause, however, the fool went and suggested they go to Deucalon Spaceport, of all things!
The Chiss bristled, wheeling around to fix him with a glare.
"Deucalon?! Why would we go there, that's right in the middle of Republic territory, or are you blind?!" Theva paused, her expression changing from furious to something more thoughtful as she slowly began to put the pieces together.

She narrowed her eyes at Thaerex suspiciously, her saber arm twitching slightly as she suppressed the urge to just draw the weapon then and there. Not only would it give him a chance to perhaps explain himself, but she knew it would draw attention to the pair of them and likely end up with the Cartel breathing down their necks again.
"...Unless, you're one of them, hmm?" the Chiss raised an eyebrow at him, putting herself between him and the side-street they'd used to get to the taxi platform, he wouldn't be able to bolt down there without fighting her first. She hoped he wouldn't want to risk it. "I'm not going anywhere else with you until you explain yourself, Thaerex."

[Assistant]
Thaerex froze, he realized his mistake. The Empire's hangars were located in the Mezenti Spaceport. He had to think quickly. He could see the taxi speeder approaching the pad. He looked over his shoulder at Theva.

"You're right," he began. "It is in the heart of Republic territory. And it's the last place the Hutts will think to look for a pair of fugitive Sith."

"Fugitive Sith?" the taxi droid repeated, a note of alarm coloring its synthesized voice. It's photo-receptors flickered briefly. "This vehicle pad is temporarily closed. Please stay where you are, agents of the Hutt Security Force will be arriving shortly." The taxi speeder was already docked behind the droid.

"Blast it!" Thaerex cursed. He thrust out his hand, using the Force to launch the droid off the pad and over the speeder to fall to its destruction. Without wasting a second, he jumped into the speeder, disabled the auto pilot, and looked to Theva.

"The Hutts are on their way! Get in, unless you want to get caught!"

[User]
Theva studied him with narrowed eyes as he offered his explanation, which gradually widened the more Thaerex spoke. Frantically, the Chiss waved an arm, and when that didn't work, drew a finger across her throat in a desperate attempt to get him to shut his mouth before the droid-
"Shhh, shush, shut up, Thaerex!"

And, they were dead again. Her companion cursed, throwing the droid over the railing and commandeering the speeder before looking to her and imploring her to join him. Theva rolled her eyes as she leapt into the seat beside him. Not as if she had much of a choice in the matter, go with him to Republic territory or stay here to be shot at by the Hutts again.
"You…are an idiot!" she hissed, punching him angrily in the arm. "Now get us out of here before they arrest us, or worse."

[Assistant]
Thaerex ignored the punch in the arm and slammed the throttle forward. They were both thrown back against their seats as the taxi speeder went from full-stop to full-speed in seconds. At this speed it would take them only a couple of minutes to reach Deucalon. With any luck, the Security Force Agents would take a few minutes to reach the pad and realize what happened.

PEW, PEW, PEW! The sound of speeder-mounted blasters, and the bolts that followed, announced that would definitely NOT be the case.

Thaerex managed to evade the first volley of blaster bolts, but was struck by one from the second. The damage was cosmetic, but there was smoke streaming from the damaged panel.

"Blast!" he cursed again, then used the controls to send the speeder into a dive. Once he got them down into the constructed canyons below, hopefully he could lose their pursuers in the tight quarters.

[User]
For a brief moment, it appeared as though their luck would hold out and they had in fact, given the Hutt Security Force the slip. As was typical, however, this proved to not be the case, and they were soon being shot at again by pursuers.
"Today is NOT our day, is it!" Theva growled in agitation, risking a glance behind them over her shoulder as she attempted to count just how many speeders were following them.

The Chiss counted at least three before she was forced to duck down into the car to avoid the blaster bolt that skimmed over the top of her head. "If we die, I'm going to kill you!" she snarled at Thaerex, the irony of that promise entirely lost in the heat of the moment. "There's at least three, maybe more. We need to lose them, and fast!"

The speeder jerked violently as Thaerex tried, and failed, to avoid the second volley, causing both its occupants to curse in tandem.
"Now, would be nice, Thaerex!" Theva braced herself as Thaerex directed the speeder into a steep dive towards the infrastructure. "I like your thinking, they'd have to be either very brave, or very stupid, to follow us down here."

She just hoped this would work.

[Assistant]
His tactic appeared to work almost instantly. Not anticipating his maneuver, the pursuing speeders had to pull a series of corkscrews and wide loops to reorient themselves and follow him down into the shadows of the lower levels. This allowed Thaerex to put some distance between them and their pursuers.

Once they had almost reached the surface, he began to weave a path through the infrastructure, speeding through gaps between decaying industrial pylons, dodging past broken communication antennae, until he spotted what looked like an abandoned barracks directly ahead. The front doors looked like they had been blown off. They hadn't managed to lose the other speeders, but the barracks gave him an idea.

"On my mark, get ready to jump clear!" he yelled over the noise.

He guided the speeder down. They would only have a split-second once they cleared the doorway. He looked over his shoulder and spotted the three speeders that had managed to keep up with them. Steeling himself, he focused on the dark portal ahead, if he was off, even by just a few centimeters, he and Theva would be dead.

[User]
"Wait...what?!" Theva scarcely had the time to respond to his instructions before Thaerex was yelling "NOW!" and leaping off the speeder himself. Her eyes widened as she realised where the speeder's current trajectory was headed for, reacting on instinct and managing to throw herself clear just in time.

They had been travelling at high speed, so as she came off, the Chiss was forced into a combat roll as a means of cushioning some of the force of the impact with the ground. Despite her best attempts, however, she felt a painful tearing in the muscles of her shoulder as she skidded into one of the corners..
"Ticsen'uvuet! (Motherfucker)" she snarled through her teeth, her eyes taking on an eerie reddish glow in the darkness as they roved frantically to find her companion. "What the FRACK is wrong with you?!" Theva snapped, inhaling in preparation of what would no doubt be another tyrade of curses about where she would rather Thaerex went at this point...


[System]
Nicknames: Joe-it-all
Joe is the son of the mechanic Arin Verona, working in Smith's rest, which allowed Joe to get to see a few NCs in his life while his father was working on them. He also picked up a bunch of scientific knowledge regarding engineering from him.
An old but still post-cataclysm computer was a gift for his 13th birthday; it only had a commandline interface, although it was possible for it to display and generate images. Especially the lack of a graphical user interface paved the way for Joe to learn much about computing with his remainder of a child's ability to learn complex systems quickly, given sufficient interest.
About two years ago the financial situation of the family got really bad, so Arin decided to sell Joe's computer. Unfortunatly without consulting him first. The very same day Joe noticed and snapped, punching his father in the head during the rage which lasted only a few seconds before he regained control. The force of the punch was great enough to break his hand and permanently damage his father's brain. As a result of the damage, Arin's long-term memory is unable to store new memories, although previous memories from before that day remain unaffected.Age: 26
Personality: Joe is usually the analytical type, using knowledge to his advantage. It is very hard to anger him, and if he is in a rage it only lasts for seconds, but during those seconds he is capable of anything, except staying calm and analytical.
height: 1.79m
normal weight, although closer to underwheight than to overwheight
pale as a vampireTactical preference/skills:Joe isn't really cut out for combat, mostly because his tendency to overanalize his situation lowers his reaction-time significantly; in some situations 2 seconds pass before he can react. As such he usually prefers to be in safe locations during a battle, being rather involved in communications, tactics or cyber-warfare(taking remote control of an enemy unit and the like). He is not a great tactitian despite his analytical nature though
Other things of note: NERD!!!
Code-Name: Swarm
Body-Plan: A general humanoid, although armored and handless. Where the hand would normally be is instead a currently unoccupied weapon or utility slot
Type/Quality: It acts as a ranged unit, taking out both grounded and airborn targets, preferably out of their range. Middling-low
* The 22 missile launcher have a reload time of 40 seconds and it takes about 4 seconds to fire an entire volley of missiles.
* To ease targeting and target-prioritizing, the head is equipped if a more powerful radar, which can manually be focussed in any direction to increase its range in that direction a bit.
* The Swarm is equipped with 2 guidance systems:

	+ A cruise missile controller for precise strikes with single missles
	+ An IR-laser to aim at whatever a volley of heat-seekers shall target. The laser itself has not enough power to do any damage on its own
General Description: The Swarm Is a heavier, hunchbacked unit with an extreme focus on long range combat and defensive armaments. It features numerous long-range high mobility missile launchers, and it would have a high-powered plasma cannon in the waist, but that mount is currently unoccupied.
As well, the Swarm has an interesting backpack design suited for aerodynamics and in-atmosphere flight speed, effectively meaning that while it's slow as mollasses on the ground, its actually sort of fast in the air.
However, if the backpack was hit by a heavier weapon, due to speedy and shoddy construction, it does have a chance to damage the rest of the unit. Thus, the pilot should always point towards the enemy.

[User]
Percy was wary of the rain - not specifically because of the the rain itself, or even how rare it was, but for the possibility it being acid rain. It'd really fuck with the NCs if that was the case. It could just be his paranoia, but he keeps it in mind nonetheless.. Especially since the fucker mentioned it. Even if it's not acid rain, he has to be act fast, be precise, and not. fuck. up.

He did his damnedest to make sure the train was safe, firing more burst-missiles at the Champ. Whatever was being broadcast on his comms, he just shut it off. He needs to focus.

His missiles didn't hit the Champ a majority of the time - partly because of his shaking and racing thoughts, but mostly because the fucker wouldn't just stay still.

As the Champ got ever-closer, he switched from missiles to his rifle so shrapnel didn't affect Jingo, the train, or himself. This mission isn't going bad if he can help it.

The pilot of the B.C. stopped her barage, meekly mumbled things over the comms as she dodged the last of Percy's missiles and began (fumblingly) dodging his rifle fire. It was seemingly a series of denials, and perhaps fear.

She stopped completely, giving Percy a few free shots at her NC before she snapped out of it and continued. The armored trains' plasma-based defenses charged for another barrage and did a relatively slow 90 degree turn, allowing all three of its' right turrets to fire at the assailant.

The B.C. dodged two of the shots, the third impacting. "F-f... Forget it! Forget it! This is going worse than planned! F... fuck you guys!" said a quivering young womans' voice.

"Fuck you too, good riddance!" Percy shot back. If he wasn't irritable, he might have noticed she sounded genuinely afraid and would have definitely laid off the insults.

"Eat shit!" she said futilely while gaining distance. She charged her thrusters to full power after a bit and left the combat zone.

...That was easy.

Percy grinned. He must've scared the pilot off, meaning nobody on either side died (that he knew of, at least). This mission is going smoothly.. Almost too smoothly. He chalks up the sudden unease to him just thinking too hard about this.

[Assistant]
Thankfully, the 'Escort Train' mission was more or less uneventful for the next few hours, as the trains' guards rotated, a fully company-owned NC duo replacing Jingo and Percy. Blur returned to base and dropped off the Mad-E, before doing the same with the Swarm a while later. The engineers were successful in prying open the emergency hatch, and Madison was instantly put into the medical ward for a complete physical exam and rest.

Blur, also, found that while picking up the Swarm, the unknown NC was nowhere to be found, and due to the Swarm's damaged sensors, Verona had no idea what happened to it either. It seems like he indeed was fine, and he somehow got his NC functioning just enough to sneak out while Verona wasn't looking.

As the team got settled back in, they were quickly debriefed, and dismissed. They also found an additional 15,000 in each of their accounts.

[User]
Eli might have screamed when she saw that the enemy NC was gone. It would have been bad enough wasting a potentially useful source of information, especially considering the enemy clearly knew about them, but now they had escaped. It was almost enough to make her forget why they'd come out in the first place. At the very least their main objective had been completed.

She spent the entire flight back to base in silence, a mixture of her displeasure with Joe, and the minuscule anxiety forming in the back of her mind. The Captain did not scare her, nobody scared her, but all signs pointed to trouble and Eli could not for the life of her figure out what she'd done wrong. The mission came first, Smith's Rest came first, that was the whole reason they were out there, surely the Captain understood. Surely.

During the debriefing, she dutifully gave her recollection when her turn came, and refrained from mentioning any personal decisions or minor altercations that occurred on the field. A small part of her was relieved, even thankful, that she had not been called out while everyone was present. A mercy she was not used to, since she'd always been taught that public humiliation was an effect form of discipline.

Eli waited until the others had filtered out, and it was merely the Captain and herself that remained within in the debriefing room. When the door shut, she snapped to attention and raised a salute to the Captain, face blank, though the scarf pulled up over half of it helped.

"You requested to speak with me, Captain," she said more than asked, likely an unnecessary reminder, but one that was issued all the same.

[Assistant]
After the debriefing, Joe ate his dinner ration for the day, the struggle had made him hungry. The hall he expected to be the canteen was almost empty at that hour, so he was done eating within 5 to 10 minutes, as nothing distracted him from eating.

Having nothing to do, he went to his room and browsed the shop, the technical issues he was having had been resolved in the meantime, so he looked through the weapons category.
He was looking for a backup weapon, in case he couldn't use his missiles due to either damage or too thick fog around the enemy. As this included him not planning to use it too often, he was looking for a cheap weapon. The cheapest listed weapon were missiles for a mere 8K ICC, but those weren't really an option, he already had sufficient missiles. The 2nd cheapest one was the VEKW-01.65 railgun for 12K ICC. It fulfilled all of his criteria for his backup weapon, and when you don't frequently use a weapon, its power consumption usually does not concern you, provided your system can store enough power for 1 shot.

Joe decided to ask an engineer whether or not Swarm's power generators and capacitors could field the railgun's requirements. The engineer he asked thought a bit, and then responded with an assuring 'yes', so Joe went back to the console and purchased it.
In the occasion, that damage dealt by the enemy prevented Joe from using his missiles, a mere NC-grade rifle likely didn't have enough 'umpf' to do much about the situation.


[System]
Character Info
Age - 27
Gender - Male
Place of Origin -
Type - Newtype

Mobile Weapon Profile

Suit Type -Transformable Mobile Suit/Mobile Armor
Suit Style - Federation
Combat Role - Skirmisher
Suit Armaments - Long Blade Rifle, 2x Beam Sabers, 2x Shield Boosters

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Pilot Personality

Stalwart
If there were ever a single word that could aptly describe Leon's character, it would be stalwart. Steady and sure, Leon stands as impassive as a looming storm cloud, towering and lumbering over all those around him, being as constant and power-exuding without the need to mutter a few words. While capable of antics of frustration or irritation, Leon's true emotions never surface unless he's truly sincere about his resolve in committing to it. Like the rumblings of ominous thunder, Leon would often quell arguments by brief flares of rising temper to settle meaningless debates even within a his crew.

Bitter
Idealism is the bane of Leon's existence. He contempt for those that spew useless dreams that do little help anyone. A notion crafted from the meaningless deaths of his brother and father, Leon bares his fangs to those that seek to face the universe with no real plan. He tries to distance himself from the idealistic, hero types as those always lead to pain and suffering. To go out of his way to attack these types is not like him, but he is not friendly.

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 | Physical Description
Leon is what you would call a midget; standing at only 5'3', Leon is below the average height for a male. Despite his height disadvantage, he weighs at a whooping 150 lbs; the weight mostly coming from the muscle obtained through vigorous workout, a notion obtained from his father that the body should always match the mind. In combat, he wears a suit bought help with the G force and comfort within space. It is insulated as well. Outside of combat, Leon keeps his attire simple with a black T-shirt, blue jeans, and hi-top red/black sneakers. Around his neck sits a wedding ring attached to a chain, a memento of his late mother.
Character Conceptualization
Leon is a mercenary trying to hide from the Federation, Zeon, and all those in-between. He was born and raised to pilot a mobile suit, his father Leon Barlow had always intended for him to join the Federation. His father knew his son was a Newtype and his plans were lofty. Unfortunately these plans would crash and burn as Leon lost both his father and brother during the War of 0088. Already skeptical, Leon became quite disillusioned with the Federation and Zeon, stealing his father's Gaplant before racing off into the stars. For years he made a name for himself as the mercenary known as Red Scream; Red being the color of his Gaplant, and the scream heard from his engine. Leon made it a rule to hide his face behind a mask. Now he seeks to hide from those that want him dead or jailed, his mind overlooking the true threat in the depths of space.
Mobile Weapon Description

Leon acquired his Gaplant by stealing it from the Federation after his father's funeral. A variation of the mass-produced Gaplant, the TR-5 is a customized variation to increase the speed of the mobile armor with shield boosters. The Gaplant comes with the standard issue beam sabers stored in the legs but, it also comes with a Long Sword Rifle; a weapon that forms the main cannon for the Mobile Armor and a sword/rifle for the Mobile Suit. This suit is mainly an offensive tool used by the Federation for high-precision strikes. |

[User]
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Ezmy was relieved to have traded the crowd of whining rescues for the usual junkyard entourage of the Cathartes' crew. They weren't that much better, but she'd found a begrudging comfort in their company over the months, especially compared to the people they usually did business with. Watching Cornell guile respect out of Feds and Zeons made putting up with all the creeps and freaks on his payroll worth it. There'd be no escaping war—that the Cathartes existed at all was proof of that—but meeting its horrors with self-serving indifference was a pretty close second, in her opinion.

They came to what was left of the scrapheap. Ezmy hopped up onto a pile of flattened debris and watched as Disker went to work doing…Thinker things. To her it just seemed like he was obsessing over ash-marks and slag, but she'd come to understand that there was usually more going on behind those eyes than might appear.

"…Because whoever jumped our guests are certainly packing tech that shouldn't be in service right now."

Wow, or maybe not?

"You mean the pirates are using illegal weapons?" she asked dryly. "Killer detective work there, Disker."

Beside them, Marlowe dragged a Fed over to ask him some questions. She found herself scowling again, already—it never took long when Marlowe was nearby. The younger Voltus had an effect on her, like the effect a cheese grater might have on the side of someone's face. She could practically feel the headache coming on as soon as he opened his mouth. Sometimes he didn't even need to talk, just his presence was an irritant.

When the Fed shut up, Marlowe looked to the rest of them. Ezmy rolled her eyes.

"I don't get it," she said. "If we're worried about the pirates coming back, we should just suit up and get out there. The trash isn't gonna tell us anything that seeing them won't."

[Assistant]
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"Normally, I'd say we don't have the numbers to play seek and destroy." Gaida smiled warmly as she put her hand on Ezmy's shoulder, "However... we aren't exactly lacking in people or suits."

Gaida understood the logistics of tracking down pirates when their orders were contrary to that, but the red-haired woman would remind that she signed up to protect this junk-rig of a ship. Nothing more and nothing less. She didn't have any skin in the game with the pirates, though she knew the shortstock beside her most certainly had a sort of axe to grind. She was certain she yearned for action rather than protecting the ship or scanning around junk fields hoping that something interesting happened for once.

She looked back toward Disker as she released her hand from the girl's shoulder.

"I can power up my suit and join your group. At least, as long as our defenses here are ample enough. If we end up not doing little Ezmy's plan."

[User]
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Disker's inquiry was met with the standard fare he had become accustomed to from the Cathartes' pilots: Scaling from solo sincerity to ludicrous dismissal, with confident caution in between. At the extreme latter end of the scale was, of course, Ezmy but Disker already knew to expect that from her. He played along with her quip, smiling and nodding at her before breaking into a scowl. "Not illegal weapons, you muppet. I meant they're using old weapons. Think post-30 Bu- Mid 80s." A slip of the tongue, Disker had to bite his lip. The incident he was about to refer to was never made public knowledge but would definitely incense any Spacenoid that knew of that massacre. A legacy treasured only by the Titans in their suppression of dissidents.

As Disker suspected, their Federation guest confirmed that it was indeed an early Titan mobile suit that committed the assault. "Titan Marasai, huh?.." While this piece of information did answer his early question, a dozen more took its place. "I mean, I guess that shouldn't be a problem for our MS team if we went but we'd need the old man to sign off on it." Disker would state, acknowledging the pilots' proposal to sortie out for a hunt. He was confident their combined experience would make short work of any jag piloting a discontinued mass production unit. However, wherever there's cannon fodder, there's bound to be an opposing cannon aimed directly at you.

"My only concern is the fact that our future playdate might be packing more Titan relics, some of which we are not able to deal with. Not with our current firepower." The exotic arsenal designed by the mad geniuses of the purged Federation elite was deadly. Some were able to blast targets with beams beyond the horizon, some able to precisely dissect targets with wire-guided beams up close, and even some more nullified beam attacks altogether. Who knows what they were gonna encounter but Disker suspected it was coming for them soon.

[Assistant]
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Ezmy's fists balled up on reflex the moment Gaida touched her, shuddering like the temperature had suddenly dipped into the negatives. She shot the woman a hard look, eyes flicking from her to her hand, as if, surely, it was just some tragic mistake that it had landed on her shoulder. But no, it wasn't, and Gaida went on to agree with her, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Ezmy might not have been a very socially-conscious person, but she knew when she was being patronized.

"…little Ezmy's plan."

Oh, she'd be paying for that one.

"Gee Gaida, thanks." She said through teeth grated in the closest approximation to a smile that Ezmy could muster. When the woman took her hand away, Ezmy brushed imaginary grime off of her shoulder. She wasn't done with her, but Disker's sharp interjection reminded her that there was, in fact, an actual conversation of import going on. Fine. There'd be plenty of time for getting even later.

"Okay, and?" she snipped back at Disker. "If the pirates come back, the options are run, or fight, and you're out of your mind if you think this hunk of junk is outrunning anything. Fuck's sake, you don't have to stall like this, you can just say you're scared. Not like anyone'd be surprised."

That was a bit of a low-blow. Ezmy didn't have much respect for Disker's…"cautious" piloting style, but that didn't mean he was useless; he was a coward, she thought, but even cowards could be good shots. Still, with how quiet the man usually was, it was worth snatching at the opportunity to get a rise out of him.

"The real question is whether or not we're gonna sit around scrapbooking until they get the jump on us."

[User]
Leon stood at the back of the pack as the Federation man described what happened to the survivors. He didn't know if this man would be able to identify him and did not want to take that chance. Despite the fact that the survivors were in a desperate situation, Federation members were as stupid as they come, Leon knew that much from experience. Instead he sat back, listening to Disker and the rest decide on what to do next. A hunt for pirates did not seem like a fun time for the mercenary but, it could give him a bit of assurance that this place would be safe for the rest of the journey, though he had a different worry about the existence of pirates with a Titan.

"Fuck's sake, you don't have to stall like this, you can just say you're scared. Not like anyone'd be surprised."

"Enough." Leon's voice was loud but, still gravelly. He took a few steps to Disker's side, his body language giving off a vibe of being a calm, emotionless robot. "He's a bit too cautious but, being cautious is smart. I'll join if we are going to do this instead of arguing about it." Leon scanned the few pilots who made this small ragtag group. He didn't know much of their skills besides what he saw, so he hoped this wouldn't be a death wish waiting to happen, especially with a kid among them.


[System]
Shou Matsuoka
Age: 29

Appearance:
(Credits to the original artist)
Has a piercing on his left ear on which he swaps between tiny spike or silver ring earrings. Dark circles aren't unfamiliar to his otherwise pale features, and his eyes are a clear, light, chocolate-brown colour which contrasts heavily with his (dyed) silver hair. In his youth, he used to have a select number of streaks in the mess of his locks that he dyed different colours once every two months. Though you can see a cigarette sticking out of his mouth when he isn't at school, it's replaced for a lollipop when he's on the job. Though oddly enough, it's difficult to tell from far away what it might really be...

Height: 6'2" / 188cm

Weight: 177lbs / 80.5kg

Likes: Fresh fruit, discussion and debate, thought-provoking material, philosophy, the sounds of the steelpan, the saxophone and the violin (and even the harmonica on occasion!), (soft spot for) Drum and Bass, oddballs, big dogs, breathtaking natural green scenery, lighting candles, aromatherapy, the colour blue, dressing classy, reading and writing fine literature, art, PC-gaming, white and milk chocolate, lollipops and gummy-bears, herbal teas and black coffees, blue orchids.

Dislikes: Liquorice, dark chocolate, small spaces, papaya, grading papers, his age and authority questioned, late students, the cold, spicy food, beetles, when people try to get him to dance, when things stop working.

Party Trick: Can, pitch-perfect and usually very loudly, whistle any requested song (that he knows).

Profession: Professor at the Shine City Academy (Department of Biology; Genetics specialist).

Bio/Personality:
Shou grew up in classy Shine City itself as the younger of two sons, so it's hard to find a place or trick or turn within it that the young gentleman doesn't know. Though, admittedly, he only came to learn of more of the city in his later years, having been homeschooled as a child and so finishing his education a couple of years early (due to missing out so many much-coveted summers). He landed his professor job through a mixture of sheer luck, his personal smarts and three rather interesting published works on the behavioural study of animals in captivity. This has led to him being a bit of an eccentric man, though he enjoys his fair share of parties as well, accompanied by a new experimental mixed-drink each time if not for a classic favourite of his: A glass of burgundy wine, for his more mature palette.

He spends his days teaching at the Shine City academy, hoping to inspire his students (though he has to admit again, most of them don't seem quite as much as interested in his lectures) to greatness someday. His personal interests are in the areas of Genetics and Zoology.
His young age is often a cause for playful kidding around by the older members of staff, though also gets him a lot of belittling remarks and unsatisfied glances from time to time. He claims he's just as much a student as anyone else, learning from his seniors whenever he can on their respective areas of expertise, and from his juniors on areas such as 'socialisation in the younger-crowds'.
He owns two dogs, a young Jack Russell Terrier called Jinxie and a larger Border Collie/German Shepherd mix called Romeo. Seeing as he lives by himself in a rather comfortable little house just far enough from the bustling city center to have an open yard, the two dogs get on well and don't get bored or lonely too often (special thanks to the dogs of the lovely old woman who lives next door!)

Shou himself is slightly introverted, preferring to be approached rather than approaching someone, though he has no problem doing the latter. He hardly ever is mentioned to say "he's bored", being a strong believer in finding entertainment in whatever one does. He is compassionate towards animals and, oddly enough, plants as well, having a well-tended garden set up in his backyard. He also possesses intensive knowledge on herbal remedies his mother taught both boys, Shou and Yuusha, when they were young. Being described as 'eccentric' due to his often chuckling at the most inappropriate moments, or his somewhat morbid love for setting things alight, or even his irritability on Thursday evenings when the weekend is so close, yet so far, he garners the positive attentions and affections of many others, particularly the schoolgirls at the academy impressed with just how young he is.
Or maybe they're just taken by his looks and undeniable quiet, mature grace.

As for his personal skills, outside of teaching and aromatherapy, Shou can also play the violin himself, whereas his brother picked up the saxophone when they were children. Though, to make up for it, he thoroughly neglected cooking in his youth and survives on the most basic meals, usually burnt or improper in some way, shape or form, but laden with spices each and every time.

In addition, it's been about four years since his long-term girlfriend and later much-beloved fiancée Alessandra (lovingly 'Alex') has passed now, the victim of a horrendous accident. Shou has mostly come to terms with it, though it isn't something one can recover from easily and he still thinks of her time and again, though still gets easily flustered around pretty women due to not being exposed to quite as much contact since her passing. It undeniably leaves him a little lonelier and 'emptier' than he'd like, and he often is solemn when he admits to that.

Romeo

German Shepherd x Border Collie
Adopted from the local shelter as a tiny pup, Romeo is now nine years old and an aging boy, but holds himself with a pride and loyalty to his master like no other. He makes an excellent companion on long walks, and in addition, an even more wonderful pillow to cuddle with when lonely.

Jinxie

Jack Russell
Jinxie is hyperactive and playful despite her six years of age, possesses a love for life itself any everything it brings. She's forever curious and could be called the polar opposite of Romeo, if not for the friendliness they both possess. She used to belong to Alessandra, but Shou has taken responsibility for her ever since Alex passed.

Theme(?)

[User]
Copen blinked for a moment, then frowned. Either he was translating things in his head as well as hearing them, or... She had just spoken Danish? This Japanese girl with pink hair had just spoken his mother tongue? To be honest, the idea of it very much surprised him. He had only encountered one Japanese man who had actually been able to speak a few words. The others had actually been from Denmark.

Well, he was basically sold.

He moved to join her at her table, unable to help a small amount of surprise and wonder creeping over his face at her order. That would be a lot of money. A whole night out's worth. But she looked interesting, and sometimes life was for meeting strange people. She was slender and small, and yet could consume so much... Copen doubted that even he could finish such a monstrous drink.

"I'm Copen. It's nice to meet you, Mitty," he replied politely, glancing to the side as their coffees arrived. His was a normal mug of black coffee, while hers... It was more of a cup of sugar, really. He chuckled at it, sitting back in his chair and raising his mug to his lips. He looked at her as he did so, blue eyes watching her with much amusement.

"Now." He set down his coffee, crossing his arms on the table and leaning forward slightly. "You need to tell me. Why do you speak Danish? I haven't met another girl from here that does," he commented, voice loud as always.

[Assistant]
Nori had been doing an excellent job of keeping the tears at bay until she texted the owners, Mr. and Mrs. Clayburn, about the death of their prized tulip and read their quick reply. The couple was nothing but kind and understanding, saying that as long as she was okay it would be fine and that she didn't have to worry about paying for the blossom. This was the straw that broke the camel's back and the blonde broke down, covering her mouth to muffle the sound of a sob.

'I don't have time for this right now, I have to get this place cleaned up so I can get out of here on time. You know, so I don't get my face bashed in by a sledgehammer,' the short girl reminded herself, scrubbing her hands angrily over her eyes to dry away the tears. Composure slightly regained, Nori grabbed the garbage can and dragged it to the back, crouching down to scoop up the sharp edges of the shattered clay pot.

The doorbell chimed as someone entered the store and Nori started to steel herself for an interesting interaction with a customer, but stopped short when she heard Kyle's familiar voice calling her name. 'Just go away,' Nori willed, wiping her face furiously again to hopefully clear any evidence that she had been crying. The blonde looked like a hideous, drowned raccoon, with her hair still dripping wet and her mascara smeared in every direction. She had stripped her flannel shirt off when she had first come in, but had at least had the foresight to put her coat back on and zip it closed, concealing the white tank top had become translucent and obscene from the rain. Nori heard Kyle's footsteps as he drew closer and she screwed her eyes shut grinding her teeth in frustration. "Nori…," the tall boy started and Nori cringed at how gently he said it, causing a shard of the ruined flower pot to slice one of her fingers. "Can we talk...please?"

"What Kyle, what do you want?" She hissed angrily before flicking her eyes up at him. He looked awful too, still soaking from the rain and his handsome face all cut up and swelling in some places. Nori began to feel the beginnings of guilt claw its way through her mind and she said again, softer this time. "What do you want, Kyle?"

[User]
"You'll catch a cold out here in the rain like this."

A soft, low voice came like a murmur in the sounds of the falling rain, and if the raven haired woman had any part of her sopping wet in the rain before, now no drops fell on her entirely. Hunched on the bench, the man with the striking silver hair stood above her, holding his deep indigo umbrella over hers, and ensuring no drops at all would touch her skin. Of course, said chivalrous act did not stop the rain from falling on him as he said not another word, letting a note of silence ring between the two of them. Droplets soon enough covered his glasses, though if she looked up, she'd be met with solemn brown eyes and at seeing her face, a small, concerned, if curt, smile.

As he was driving past, Shiny Park not being far from the Tiny Snowflake at all, he had seen a flash of yellow unmistakably familiar, and with the billowing black locks that accompanied it, he was certain he had seen this person before. What actually made him park the car into a bay and follow this woman was the fact that he noticed her running, as if trying to get away from something. Bad things happened in bad weather.

Bad things happened in bad weather.

Offering her his open gloved hand (what, and you thought Shou would let his fingers go cold and numb? Not when he had to drive!), he held it before her as if for her to take so he could pull her gently to her feet. The leather was as white as his now wet hair, progressively growing limp as more moisture collected, but made it shine.

Though he wasn't quite focused on that. The lady, solemn as she sat, and on the very verge of tears, had a melancholy beauty about her he couldn't place. So charmed was he that he allowed the moment to linger, just a little longer, before speaking again.
"Miss Mochizukki, I would be hard-pressed to forget a face as lovely as yours, even here in the misty rain. Forgive me; I happened to follow you here..." he let his voice trail off, tilting his head back and with curious brown eyes, finally observing the area they found themselves in, "...because I thought I recognised you, and wanted to apologise for my behaviour last night. I'm lucky to have bumped into you, perhaps more like made it so, today."

"And I noticed you seemed...melancholy. A muse in the pouring rain, sitting alone by the trees."
Shou Matsuoka, somewhere deep down, subconsciously still loved the rain. It made him more romantic, for sure. It reminded him of better times. It was a bittersweet memory to the man.

"And if there is anything at all that I can do to make your rainy day a little brighter..." he bowed a little here, though with a more noble air behind it, only just dropping the idea of kneeling before her on the grassy pathway when remembering that it was raining, and his knees would be soaking wet, "...I'm quite prepared to dedicate a portion of this Sunday to doing just that."
He paused, before adding with a little flush, "Ryoki."

...and, as if right out of any comic relief panel ever, as if on cue of a sadistic director who ran life itself, Shou's stomach let out a low grumble that made the unsuspecting man flinch.
Ah yes, hunger pangs...

"If you would allow me the pleasure, would some..." he checked his watch. Lunchtime. "...lunch at the Tiny Snowflake with me sound like a plan?"