[System]
Quinn Peterson

Character Quote: How fascinating is it to look at what has been and see what could be?

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Character Summary
Aliases: Quinny
Age: 26
Birthday: May 3
Ethnicity: British
Birth Place: Birmingham, England
Place of Residency: New York City
Gender: Female
Education: College, Majored in Anthropology and Criminal Justice
Occupation: Forensic Anthropologist
Languages: English (Fluent) and French (Fluent)

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Appearance
Height: 5'9''
Weight: 125 lbs
Body Type: Slim with slight curves
Eye Color: Light Brown
Hair Color: Red
Skin Tone: Pale White
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Scar along left wrist up towards arm, tattoo of brother's name on right hip
Personal Style: Quinn isn't picky about her clothes, but she prefers clothes that make her feel comfortable, otherwise what would be the point in wearing it? To that end, she will typically wear jeans and a sweater more often than not, but she will branch out with a dress, or blouse, or skirt if she is in the mood. For her job, she wears a lab coat and often dresses professionally. She will wear boots or sneakers mainly, but owns some heels if the event calls for fancy attire.

Quinn tends to go for darker tones in reds, oranges, purples, blues, and grays (her favorite color is scarlet). She wears her hair down unless on the job where she wears it in a nice bun. Jewelry is limited in her profession, but she wears a necklace given to her by her brother, a silver chain with a heart. Make-up is neutral in tone, but she wears color on her lip, usually red or pink. Her nails are never colored, but she will occasionally splurge for a french manicure.

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Psychology
Humble * Suspicious * Intelligent * Impulsive * Kind * Repentant

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Quinn has often been called the brainy one, especially when compared to her twin Quinton. Where Quinn was smart, Quinton was adventerous. Quinn prides herself in her intellect, finding new ways to question and learn. Despite this, she is humble in her opinion of herself. She beleives her accomplishments are due to hard work and hard work alone. Quinn can be impuslive most times, leaping before she thinks and often landing hard in return.

After losing her brother, Quinn has become suspicious of most other people. She isn't without friends and acquaintances, but she doesn't allow others to get too close to her less she be hurt again unless they can show they mean it. Quinn feels responsible for her brother's death and is repentant on most things, even when they are truly not her fault. Quinn is very kind, often putting others before herself, especially in the workplace where she feels the most when she is able to help piece together the after effects of someone.
Habits:* Chews on the ends of her pens

Hobbies:* Writing
* Jogging
* Dance

Fears:
* Seeing her father again
* Drowning
* Snakes

Likes:
* Riddles
* Strawberry Shortcake
* Scarlet
* Dogs (of any kind)
* Taking Walks
* A good book

Dislikes:
* Being looked down upon due to her gender
* Politics
* Traffic
* Seafood
* Bullies
* Unfair treatment of children

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Skills
General Skills:
* Computers
* Anthropology
* City Knowledge - New York City
* Writing
* Criminology
* Biology

Combat Skills:
* Athletics
* Self-Defense
* Stamina
* Strategy

What Do They Carry On Them:
* Clothing - Scarlet Sweater Dress, Black Jeans, Black Ankle Boots
* Purse - I.D., Passport, $50 (American), 2 Credit Cards, Various Rewards Cards, Pepper Spray
* Silver Heart Necklace
* ID For Job
* Apartment Keys
* Cell Phone

Possessions at Home:
* Personal Laptop
* TV
* Pictures From Home
* New York Subway Map
* Files From Work
* Chess Set
* Various Books (Fiction, Science, Psychology, Criminal Justice, True Crime, etc.)

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History

Biography: Quinn and Quinton were twins and as close one could be with their sibling. They were very close growing up, but that may have had more to do with their home life than anything else. It's hard to say where their father's anger came up. Quinn believes to this day that he was angry at them for killing their mother in childbirth, leaving him to raise two kids almost alone. Despite him having his own parents to help babysit while he worked two jobs, he was still angry. He would lash out at them, abuse and neglect was a common occurrence.

Things didn't escalate until the two of them were 14 years old. Quinton had been growing tired of being harassed by his own father and he was getting sick of Quinn being hurt as well. So he stood up to their father and fought back. No one could have predicted that their father would lash out like he did when he threatened Quinn's life. Quinton had enough and fought their father, despite Quinn's pleas. It all came to a head when their father pushed Quinton off the balcony in a fit of rage. Quinton did not survive. In her grief, Quinn threatened her father and called the authorities. Their father was arrested and she lived with her grandparents.

Quinn threw herself into her studies as it allowed her to not think about her brother. She continued through college. As much as she loved England, it had too many memories for her, so she packed up and moved to America, landing a job in New York through references. Here, she plans to live, hoping to have a fresh new life over here.

Discovery Of Your Power: Quinn didn't enjoy physical activity, but she was pretty good at it regardless of training. She chalked it up to genes. However, she noticed that she was quicker than her peers. She had better reflexes. She had better stamina. It was scary how good she was with little training. She decided to test herself and discovered she was unnaturally agile. She kept this a secret, even from Quinton. Something she regrets to this day.

Ability & Powers: Superhuman Agility: Quinn is far more agile than the average human. Due to this, she is quicker as well as more able to control her body movements, balance, strength, and endurance better than the average person. She is able to move effortlessly, dodge, flip, do gymnastics, and martial implements with little effort.

Ability & Powers Weaknesses: Quinn gets tired more easily with continued use of her power. Quinn's joints become sore and inflamed with continued use. Due to her power, Quinn must also eat constantly.

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Additional Information

Theme Song:
Extra Information: Link, Favorite Superpower is Telekinesis
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]
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@rivaan@Morose@BlueSky44@Natsu@Jasonhero

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Saturday, August 18th, 2018
New York City, New York

(You are on current medical leave, since your hand is hurt but Claire will be able to make it to Olivia's apartment this round with no issue for whenever your hand is healed better so take your time.)

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Saturday, August 18th, 2018
Seattle, Washington

@Morose Isley crossed her arms over her chest and gave Scott an evil look calling her a princess again, and just rolled her eyes a bit towards him. "Well at least I don't look like a troll that lives under some old shitty bridge." Isley said back towards Scott, as she eyed both Jason and Janelle for a moment. She raised an eyebrow towards Scott when he said that they were going to be leaving now, which she didn't really like the idea of right now. "Just because some guy named Trevor spooked you or something, you want to take these two with you to who knows where?" Isley asked him, Scott however would be able to see a figure in a nearby alleyway, it was really hard to see but it had a manly like figure.

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Olivia Johnson

Location: New York City
Interacting With: @FantasyChic Quinn Peterson

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"Nah i'm fine." Olivia said, as she moved over towards the couch and pulled out her laptop and started to do some research, again and smiled slightly. "I guess it's a good thing I bumped into Claire first then." She said looking over at Quinn for a moment as she started to do some researching on the internet. So far she wasn't really getting that much on the lines of searching, or even the one story over at Seattle either. She ran a hand through her hair and cracked her neck a little bit as she started to make herself alittle bit comfortable on the couch.

"Need anything yourself? A beer or something to eat?" Olivia asked, as she felt her phone going off and then quickly looked down at it seeing that it was a text from Claire. "Claire is on her way, stuck in New York traffic though so should take awhile." Olivia said softly, as Quinn did her search on the internet for the twins social media she would end up finding Jason's Facebook Page. Olivia would occasionally check a few of her own personal work emails as well in between.

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Riley Ridgeway

Location: LA
Interacting With: @rivaan Amelia Payne & @Jasonhero Fumiko "Kuīn" Nakamura

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Riley walked over and leaned herself up against the sink seeing Amelia jump slightly after her touch, she didn't want to scare the girl any further right now. She nodded slightly towards Amelia she could feel like she was forcing her roommate and friend to do somethings that she didn't want to do. "You know we don't have to go out if you don't want to." Riley said giving Amelia a slight smile, as she rubbed the back of her neck slightly. "Truthfully? I don't let people get to me, I just ignore them just don't pay any fangirl or fanboy of mine or Fumi's any attention if they give you a look." Riley suggested. "And I don't want to force you to do anything you don't want to either if you want to head back to the apartment we can." She said smiling at her slightly.

The waitress smiled at Fumiko and squealed slightly as she nodded and quickly took out her pen and handed it over towards her and then sat down. "Thank you." She said happily as she took out her phone as well, and started to take some selfie pictures of herself and Fumiko before looking at her. "You are awesome."

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Emmie Adams

Location: New York City, New York
Interacting With: @Natsu Adalene Jones

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The waitress nodded towards Adalene. "Sure thing i'll be right back." She said as she turned and headed off to grab the check for them, as Emmie looked over towards Adalene for a moment. And mentally slapped herself and sighed slightly she could easily teleport them out without any kind of confrontation. "Porting out would be preferable." Emmie said softly as she ran a hand through her hair and looked over towards the front of the restaurant. And indeed the man was waiting outside for them, and looked over at Adalene, as the waitress came back with their check.

"Lets get freshened up then." Emmie said as she started to make her way towards the restroom and leaned herself up against the wall once she was in the bathroom looking at her. "So where do you want to go then?" Emmie asked Adalene figuring that she'd like to go somewhere else or back to her apartment.

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Scott Rydzynski

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Location: Pike's Place - Seattle, Washington
Interacting With: Isley and the Kids

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 "Yes, you can kid. If you stay here, you're dead. If Trevor can find you so quickly, what's to say that murderer won't do the same?" Scott reasoned. He couldn't care less what Isley was saying and basically was flat out ignoring her. If she wanted his protection, he would protect her - but otherwise, he couldn't care less what she decided to do. However, his attention was caught as he saw a figure nearby. "Damn it. Wait here - if I'm not back in a few minutes, leave and get out of town."

 He then ran in the direction of the alley, hoping to catch the figure and he wasn't about to take any chances. He pulled one of his pistols and got off a shot, but he missed and by the time he was there, the figure had vanished into thin air. "Shit!" Scott cursed, not putting his gun down as he looked around, wanting to see if anyone else was there or if the figure would reappear. He had a gut feeling that he had just seen the killer.

[User]
Q U I N N P E T E R S O N:

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Wednesday, August 18
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 - New York City, New York

Quinn quickly scanned social media, realizing how little she was on it. She has a Facebook and a Twitter and an Instagram, but she hardly used it. Work consumed much of her time and as her friends like to point out, she is a bit of a social stick in the mud. However, she managed to find Jason fairly easily.

"No, I am good. I found one of the twins by the way. Jason. His sister doesn't seem to have one, but I got him." She took down his information as Olivia brought up Claire being on her way. Having someone in law enforcement would be a benefit, especially as she has started to feel unsafe. These killings happened in a timeline. Who knows who the next victim would be?


[System]
Age: 17

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Weapon: Sea Legs - Ornate wooden boots imbued with a lot of water Dust. At the user's will, the boots can generate water that can be used for movement or offensive purposes, from jets to waves to empowered kicks.

Specialty: Tank. Krysanthe is ludicrously strong and her boots are incredibly durable. She can make use of her semblance to weaken her foe's blows and strengthen her own, she is well trained in fighting under the effects of increased gravity and while this makes her slower it makes her blows pack a serious punch. However she does have to rely on her boots for speed as her own is somewhat sub-par and she has difficulty landing a blow on more flighty foes. In addition while she can hit hard and do it a lot, Krysanthe doesn't have much else. If she can't kick, punch, or blast it with water then she's out of luck.
She is 5' 9"
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Semblance: Krysanthe can manipulate the gravity around her within certain limits. She can increase or decrease gravity with it. If she wants to she can target specific objects with this power but she can only affect things within 10m. x3 is pushing herself and is exhausting after several seconds and 1/2 is the same.

Personality: Krysanthe is an energetic girl, one might even say hyper. She commits to things rather easily but makes sure to carry through with them. She doesn't care much for beating around the bush and can seem rather blunt at times, but she really does care about her friends. Krysanthe tends to naturally take charge of the situation due to all the energy she has and is rather impatient which can lead to some reckless decisions at times. Both of her parents are instructors at a Hunter Academy, although admittedly not one as prestigious as Beacon. Of course they did their best to ensure Krysanthe's future and this lead to a great deal of pressure to succeed in order to fulfill her parent's dream of going to Beacon. Beneath her jubilant personality she holds a very deep fear of failure and getting kicked out of Beacon which can hold her back at times. Krysanthe doesn't go by her last name because she doesn't want her parents to affect her experience at school no matter how little.

Color: Shiny Gold

Emblem: A golden sword plunged into a raging ocean

[User]
Gren Orchid

Laughing heartily as his helmet formed over his head, Gren readied himself as he saw the little space ships fly towards him. "Ere we go!" Ebon sent out his ships at Gren and he knew his Friction Semblance was useless against flying things. He had hoped they were just going to crash into him but instead they started to fly around and pelt him with bullets. Initially he shrugged those off, but three of them started to charge their shots. Gren didn't want to know if he could take those, so he had to act quickly. Obviously going after Ebon would end this fight fast but Gren would still be outgunned and who knows how Ebon fights in melee. But Gren wasn't too afraid; he was certain that his armor and aura could withstand a steady barrage for a little while, and as long as he keeps moving those little ships won't be able to get a full slavvo on him.

Gren decided to try to close the distance and clear the area a bit with a rocket jump. Temporarily switching to the Destruction form Gren fired a rocket at the ground beneath him as he jumped, letting the explosion propel him through the air and hopefully take out a few of those ships. Gren aimed himself towards Ebon, bringing down The God Eater in it's Terror form. However he hasn't yet activated it and left it in it's prowling mode, that is to say Gren didn't activate The God Eater's chainsaw yet.

And while Gren managed to close the distance and clear the area out, he did hurt himself a bit. That explosion would have maimed or killed anyone else who wasn't as sturdy as Gren, and he was still a bit dizzy from the shockwave. He was operating out of instinct, which he at least took the time to hone over the course of his training.

[Assistant]
Two of Ebon's R-Types got blown away by the explosion, one from Squad 1 and one from Squad 2. He wasn't too perturbed and considered it a success that the rest managed to get out unscathed. Gren closed the distance startlingly fast for someone his size but Ebon was ready for it. When Gren's weapon hit Ebon's shield he swung it to the side to parry Gren. Then, gripping one of the extra handles behind The Kingdom, Ebon slammed the corner of the shield right at Gren.

Mean while the R-types rallied together to maximize their firing power. Squad 3 split to replace the R-types lost from Squad 1 and 2 and continued to do their original purpose. Squad 1 flew in perpendicular of Ebon to bombard Gren with bullets. Squad 2 was starting to climb high into the air. When they would start to decent, they'd charge their shot so they could dive bomb Gren.

[User]
Skyra returned to the gym main hall. "So where should we..." Her ears flattened to her head and tears welled up in her eyes. Figures... every time I meet somebody who I might befriend they leave... She turned around towards the wall and wiped away every sign of sadness. She couldn't be weak in public. She was a strong member of the Blue Fang, a peaceful Faunus rights group, who had been in conflict with the White Fang since their turn for violence.

She strut through the gym, duly noticing the presence of Ebon and Krys. Anybody who knew Skyra a bit and watched her walk could see her rigid movements which were extremely uncanny for the normally pretty flexible and agile girl. A long stretched out sigh left her mouth as she exited the gym and moved towards her dorm room where she just wanted to read and be alone now.

[Assistant]
IC: Emerald

Emerald took a few tentative sips of the beer, it tasted awful, but if it would help with the horrible pounding in her head then it would be worth it. After that she crashed back into her own bed and stared at the ceiling for a solid five minutes.

Eventually her head stopped hurting so much and she started to feel alive again. It was Sunday, and there was a nearly endless amount of things she could decide to do with her time. She hopped off the bed and onto her feet, she wasn't gonna waste it lying around that was for sure.

There was only one thing left to do! She climbed back up onto her bed, stood up, and then started to jump. "Boing! Boing! Boing!" She was bouncing on her bed, she figured it was a great way to get the blood pumping, plus it was pretty fun. She started to use to her semblance with each jump, making her go higher and higher each time. Then her head hit the ceiling and she crashed into the bed. "Owwwww…."

Well that was enough of that, Emmy rubbed her head as she stumbled out of the room and into the hallway, she was still wearing just her tank top and shorts, but she didn't care. It was Sunday, she didn't need to be dressed for school today. She wandered down the halls for a bit until her ears picked up what sounded like fighting, it sounded like it was coming from where the gym was, according to her Scroll. She ran off in that direction to see what all the hubbub was about.

She wasn't disappointed, as she entered the gym the first thing she noticed was Gren and some dude she'd never seen before going all out in some sort of duel. There were also flying robots that were shooting at Gren and by gods was that an explosion?!

Recognizing Diamond by her hat, Emmy ran up beside her to watch the fight. She bounced up and down and cheered. "Woooo! Let's see some more explosions yeah!" This school was awesome.

[User]
Kuhaku Shiro - Practice Class Area

A swing of his sword, the whooshing sound of the blade cleaving the air followed by a solid thwack. A momentary pause, to catch his breath. His lungs burning as his chest heaved visibly. Another whoosh chased by another wood-splintering thwack as Kladenets' blade buried itself into the unmoving body of a wooden practice dummy. Sweat dripped and poured from Shiro's body as he went through his patented 'combat familiarity' training regimen. One hundred left to right horizontal slashes. One hundred right to left horizontal slashes. Whoosh-thwack. One hundred downward vertical slashes. One hundred upward vertical slashes. Whoosh-thwack. One hundred left to right downward diagonal slashes. One hundred right to left upward diagonal slashes. Whoosh-thwack. One hundred right to left downward diagonal slashes. One hundred left to right upward diagonal slashes. Whoosh-thwack. One hundred straight sword thrusts. Switch hands. Repeat. Every now and then a stray splinter of wood would break off and act as shrapnel. Bouncing off of Shiro's drenched body only harmlessly scratching his protective Aura. Once done with his sword swings he would go on to practice with Perun, his shield. The only difference being adding in one hundred bashes with the face of his shield. When complete with that, he combined his two weapons and formed them into their Great Axe mode to repeat his actions twice more.

Shiro started this training regimen at least once every few days before the sun would rise, taking hours to complete. It was nothing special, to be sure. But the beauty that lay in his little self-made program was in its simplicity. No matter what situation would arise, he would always be able to attack with either hand with any of his three weapons. The burning muscles of his body committing his motions deep into memory. He had done this training program of his a few times already since starting at Beacon. Though he wasn't sure if any of the Practice teachers mentioned anything about permitting students into the area after hours on the weekend, no one had ever said a thing to him. He always tried to clean up after himself, but he never knew what to do with the growing pile of wrecked wooden dummy targets or where to take them. Instead, every time he returned to the Practice area by himself, he found someone had already replaced the sad things with newer fresh targets for the slaying.

Though they were constructed of solid wood, they surely didn't compare to the hardness of a Grimm's hide and armor. Far from the realistic feel of cutting through a Grimm's body, but even still. With a cry, Shiro brought the head of his Great Axe straight down and cleaved straight through the final wooden kill of the morning. Its body shattering and splintering dramatically as Shiro did so. His body ached and was immensely sore, but as he ended his morning routine Shiro fell backwards in the grass with a thud. Laying sprawled out for a moment to let his body recuperate as his lungs struggled and strained to catch after his breath. A safe distance away, Scoot lay asleep in a neat pile of Shiro's clothing and a few toiletries. For a long morning practice like his, Shiro preferred to wear his dirty workout clothes with no food in his belly to make sure he had little energy to start with. After done, he always liked to shower and get a big breakfast before continuing on with the rest of his day/weekend. His breath sufficiently restored, Shiro clambered to his feet and shifted his weapons back into their more portable SnS [Sword & Shield] mode and slung them onto his back. As he padded through the grass towards his clothes and Scoot, he picked up his things and got ready to leave. The ferret rousing from his slumber with a quiet yawn.

Ever since returning from his mission days prior, Shiro had remained distant from his other teammates. Occasionally, he would poke his head into the infirmary to check on his leader. But, he always made sure to never let her notice and never stayed curious for long. His original intentions to recover his leader's daggers never came to fruition. Instead, he made sure to seal away the plan for a later date and time. The only time he was ever in his team's dormitory was for sleeping late at night. Funny enough, though the tiger-boy enjoyed the company of others and thriving off of other people's energy in social interactions, he also enjoyed some time alone to himself. His weekend plans were always dull whenever he was alone, however. Not much doing except training, working out, eating, sleeping, and maintaining his weapons.

"I need a hobby."
Maybe he would look into getting a replacement Scroll and get some music onto it.
Or something to play video games on.
"Should probably ask Gren about that. He should have some ideas."
Shiro laughed as he made his way back to Beacon proper, namely the shower facilities.
"Aw, the lug would probably even make me something to play video games on, knowing him."

In nothing but comfortable shorts, worn sneakers, and a long sleeved top that covered his arms Shiro cherished the idea of a nice, warm shower to wash off all the dirt and gallons of sweat he excreted. A slight smile on his face. Scoot crawled onto the sweaty boy's shoulders and curled back up into a ball as he rode shotgun. "Oh, right. Gotta remember to fix up my gear, too." He had forgotten last time, receiving splinters in his hand for his troubles.

[Assistant]
Gren Orchid

Gren both both hands into his slash, hoping to bash against Ebon's shield until he fell onto his knees. But the human parried the blow off to the side and left Gren in a precarious position. And because of it, he ate the corner of Ebon's shield. Almost literally at that, as the corner of the shield rammed into Gren's face plate. "Ha! You activated my trap card!"

Knowing there were R-Types coming in to perforate him however, Gren needed to do something fast. Releasing one hand from The God eater Gren grabbed onto Ebon's shield and pressed it against Gren's own body. He then used his semblance to increase the friction he was putting onto the shield, and how much it was being put onto him, to effectively get the shield stuck onto Gren's body. Seeing some of the R-Types about to do a fly-by Gren used his strength to pull Ebon in the path of his own attack.

[User] Krysthane shrugged thoughtfully, "I don't see why not, my money's on Ebon, though perhaps I have a bit of favoritism here. If I win you give me that bag of chips." She said gesturing at it as she watched the fight. It seemed thing were just getting interesting, it should be fun to see the end result.


[System]
Approved by Crimmy:
Age: 19

Gender: Male

???: Yes

Skills: Henry Yatogami has mastered the art of fast-assault piloting (aka flying close to his enemy , is average at ranged combat with his HFV, but is a complete noob at hacking/electronic warfare, relying on others of his team to aid him in those matters. Not merely that, but while Henry can do basic repairs to his mech, he prefers the hands of skilled professionals handling it; he trusts them.

Outside of battle, Henry is an athletic person, skilled at swimming, fencing, and track-and-field. He is also average with pistols, as well as rapiers and katanas.

Appearance:

Personality: Henry is a kind person who is generous with his time, sometimes to the point where it can distract him from important matters. Raised with a strong sense of justice and morality, he is also confident in himself, while at the same time believes in the idea of 'True Companions', people who support each other during times of need, inside and outside of battle. Friendly to others, Henry's flaw is that he thinks others should respond to his friendliness in kind, among other 'too-idealistic' leanings. He is also a bit easily infatuated with both genders, but keeps it to himself in order to look calm and reserved.

One thing that would make Henry berserk, however, is the ill-treatment of prisoners; he considers such behavior fitting only for mercenaries and pirates.

History: Henry Yatogami was born in San Francisco, to a family involved in military research. Although possessing only basic knowledge of the hard sciences, his childhood interest in piloting ensured that he would follow in the footsteps of his parents in a roundabout way, trying to develop his body and mind to the levels required of a good pilot; Kendo and Fencing helped in this; clubs for both were regularly available in San Francisco. At the same time, though, his parents were having...major differences with their military sponsors; Henry's father, Hiroki Yatogami, had claimed to detect signals of extraterrestrial origin, and his wife and Henry's mother, Maria Yatogami, backed him.*

Because of their insistence that their findings be followed up, when there were plenty of alternative explanations other than aliens for the signals detected, Hiroki and Maria were transferred to CAPEI-related work, and Henry, their faithful son, decided to pass up a career in the US military to join the OSDT not just out of filial piety, but because he believed in his parents' capabilities independently of how much he loved them.

And so, the boy, at the age of 18, became an HFV Pilot, scoring high on stimulations, but fumbling a little on anti-pirate missions, where he insisted on taking the quarry alive, having to be pushed to kill. While over time, he became more willing to take lives, and even developed a 'killer instinct', his initial reluctance caused some resentment from the captain of the OSDT Gungnir, his initial station, although nothing came of it for a while.

Then, news came that Maria Yatogami found a breakthrough - or what she thought was a breakthrough, in her and Hiroki's research regarding Aliens. Problem was, this research required an observation post to be established in the middle of pirate territory, and the OSDT Gungnir's captain did not want her crew to be risked on a mission like that. And so, she forbade Henry from even pleading in their favor. When Henry turned to go, the Gungnir's captain made a remark about 'whackos and windmill crusaders', and Henry turned around, furious, his fists clenched. But, a milisecond later, he realized what he was doing, and stormed off, refusing to run, but not moving solemnly, either.

After this spat, the 19-year old boy requested a transfer to the OSDT Jannah; it was an impulsive, perhaps foolish gesture, but he recieved an affirmative. And so Henry Yatogami became the newest member of the Jannah crew...

*OOC Note: This does not have to be actual signals from Aliens; the Yatogamis can be wrong.

Model: Assault Mech Type-X 'Yukine'

Specialty: Fast Assault

History: OSDT Mech fitted with prototype tech fobbed off by the US Gov't to the UN.

Appearance:

Features:

Ophanim Propulsion System - A set of thrusters that allow the Yukine to move at speeds slightly faster than a normal assault mech, with engines that are more fuel efficient than what CAPEI's mechs usually have. However, a slight advantage and speed and more fuel-efficient engines, though practical, aren't anything to feel flashy about, but nevertheless, Henry still likes this system the best.

Reason it is in the OSDT in the first place even though it's so good: The US Gov't has better thrusters, and so it can afford to 'loan' this set to CAPEI as a token gesture.

Generic Sensors - Sensors that give visual, infrared, and ultraviolet readings.

Armaments:

Seraphim Beam Saber - A sword-hilt that can emit an orange glowing blade from one of its ends, the Beam Saber is one of the primary weapons of the Yukine, able to last longer than the usual beam saber, due to 'fuel efficiency'.

Reason it is in the OSDT in the first place even though it's so good: The US Gov't has better; plus, the blade does not have more cutting power than the usual beam saber, and cannot cut against beam-treated armor better than other weapons of its kind.

Generic Shoulder-Mounted Micromissile System - Generic Missle Launcher that sends out 24 small missiles in one go. Good only for one volley.

Generic OSDT HFV Assault Rifle - A Mech-held gun that has only as much damage as a 'grunt' HFV's weapon.

Generic Anti-Mecha Dagger.

Weaknesses: The Yukine is fast and resonably armored, able to shrug aside hits better than the usual 'assault' mech. However, it has no special forms of attack, except for the Seraphim Beam Saber, which is a situational weapon. Not merely that, but its generic assault rifle is generic, aka not able to do more damage than the usual pirate grunt. So, there you have it, good at everything except actual damage.

Why is it classified as an 'assault' mech, though? Simple; Henry uses the superior speed of the HFV to compensate for its weakness, using more attacks instead of a single, powerful, blow. Basically, 'quantity is a quality of its own'.

[User]
@Letter Bee

ENEMY TURN

Despite the upgrades the pirate HFVs had underwent to differentiate themselves from the standard Rook, not even its beam-treated armour could hold up against the relatively high power of the Rising Star's next-generation prototype. The pilot of the unfortunate Rook, back turned to the G-Valkyrie, was unable to react in time even as it noticed the incoming attack, his body vaporised alongside his cockpit as the shot tore through his HFV's body, leaving a massive hole in the machine that now floated helplessly through the void. However, in the second that it took for the Beam Shot Launcher to prepare another blast, the next Rook had already begun to react, dashing away from the G-Valkyrie as the shot passed harmlessly through empty space.

It was worth noting that said Rook was the same blue one that had evaded Lumen 3's strike, as well as chopping off one of the Yukine's arms.

Rising Star's missile swarm failed to impact it as well, the azure Rook immediately diving 'below' the twenty-four projectiles before they could strike it. Yet the test pilot's plan to distract her enemies was successful, the cloud of munitions forcing the pirates surrounding the Yukine to retreat, as well as disrupting the formation of those further away. Five of the missiles were even fortunate enough to reach their targets, with one Rook sacrificing its left shoulder shield to the blast, another knocked away from the scrum by the shock of another missile detonating, a third emerging from the cloud noticeable damage to a leg, and a rather unlucky fellow losing an arm and its missile launcher. For another, however, while the missile had clearly impacted its body, it had prepared for the blow, and its armour had taken barely any damage.

A sixth missile, unfortunately, exploded near the Yukine's head, cracking the cranial unit of her ally's broken machine (although doing no damage whatsoever to the cockpit where Henry was still safe within).

Like the pilot of the G-Valkyrie had planned, this definitely caught the pirates' attention.

Her machine had barely dropped below the crowd when the ringing of alarms alerted her to her first pursuer. The Bradley, coloured in orange, was already upon her, firing a rocket anchor from arm towards the 'midsection' of the G-Valkyrie. Behind him was the azure Rook, as well as the Rook that had been knocked away by her missile, only now rerighting himself for battle. Two more pirate Rooks were following too, meaning that Rising Star was being pursued by five machines.

BATTLE STATUS:
Yukine: cockpit intact, missing two arms and a leg, cranial unit cracked
G-Valkyrie: pursued by four Rooks (one is blue) and the Bradley
Rooks destroyed: 1 (cockpit and large part of torso vaporised, currently floating through space)
Rooks with noticeable damage:* Left shoulder shield missing
* Decent damage to one leg
* Lost one arm and missile launcher

[Assistant]
J-Jesus Christ, Father Joan!

With all the blood that had been shed without provocation in the name of the Lord...Joan had to believe that she would be forgiven if she fought to defend Him.

Her teammates on Paper Tiger, the bridge crew, even her family back home...those dearest to Joan Heidenreich knew her as a gentle woman, tender-hearted, empathetic to the point of exhaustion and prone to wincing at the slightest displays of agitation. She was a woman of God, and had not nursed a single regret since the day she first went through her parents' windshield.

All she had ever done was try to prove that there could be good in the world - good without cause, good without reward, good without compromise.

OSDT did good work for humanity. Thankless work. Without the promise of reward or adoration, they meandered through space, ready to field underclassed death traps against the forces that sought to do God's children ill.

And they...they had been attacked. Unduly. By these wretches. By this...this...unholy legion, these ten tons of wicked Antediluvian shit in five ton bags of flesh and steel.

They were attacking Rising Star.

Souls burned in Hell for less.

"Affirmative, Rising Star." The voice was crisp and carried easily over the Paper Tiger private network, with the same uncanny echo that often trailed a powerful sermon. "Sword Shroud, please move to intercept and extract Yukine. Providing railgun cover to get these primordial...brigands," the word was used as coarsely as possible, "away from G-Valkyrie. G-Valk, I am leaving the Bradley in your hands. Return it safely. The spoils of Jerusalem should never be tarnished when presented to a queen."

G-Valkyrie was currently engaged with at least five pursuers, including the Bradley; though the pilot inside the transformable acquitted herself well, Joan knew the situation was tense. The lion did not become God's chosen predator through dumb strength; she waited until the moment it seemed her cubs could fare no longer before striking hard. Decisively. Bravely.

"But when you had had eaten and were satisfied, you became proud and forgot me. So now I will attack you like a lion," she spat into her comms, Judah turning to align both fearsome railguns at the cluster of pirate HFVs behind Rising Star. "Like a leopard that lurks along the road. Like a bear whose cubs have been taken away. I will tear out your heart. I will devour you like a wild lioness..."

Rising Star performed a banking maneuver that would have dazzled at any propaganda-laden air show or sales demonstration, safely steering her out of any possible blowback from the twin railguns But the Bradley and the Rooks were still clustered together, banking to continue the chase.

"...and mangle you like a wild animal."

She struck hard and true, without hesitation, firing both railguns into the tight-knit cluster of pirates.

"You have ten seconds to repent," she declared haughtily, though none outside of the Paper Tiger comms could hear this declaration. "Ten brief seconds to throw down your arms, chart a return to your rock, and thank God for His mercy. But you would never choose to seize them...so I do not choose to honor them."

She fired again.

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They're trying to protect me... Henry thought. They're trying to protect me!

Yes, he knew it was part of military training; never leave a person behind. But to see them doing it so enthuiastically, without any sense of regret, well, it enlivened him.

I'm sorry, guys, I'm sorry for getting myself in trouble. But after this, I am going to pay you back. I will fight for you, I will fight for the OSDT. Because I do not forget my debts.

"Not that I'm going to stop trying to get an observation post set up here, though..." he whispered to himself in the cockpit.


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Age: 16

Gender: Female

Appearance: Is... something the matter?

Arcana: II Priestess

Personality: Kotori is, by any standard, a quiet girl. She rarely speaks if not spoken to directly - and even when she does, she only does so in a soft voice. She isn't one to put herself forward and, in fact, actually prefers to keep her distance from others, making her a rather timid person. She is, however, rather diligent; always doing her utmost at any given task. Given her weak constitution, she dislikes most physical activities and, in fact, often sits out during P.E. She also seems quite conscious of people's eyes on her and quickly feels uncomfortable when that is the case.

Given these traits, Kotori is not exactly the most sociable person - though that doesn't really seem to bother her. Most of her free time she spends studying or helping her mother around the family flowerstore in the Warakuma Shopping District.

Equipment/Skills:
Weapon - Japanese Umbrella: A bamboo-and-paper umbrella.
Armour - School Uniform: The standard female Warakuma Highschool Uniform.
Accessory - Small Locket: A small heart-shaped pendant worn around the neck; kept in a pocket while at school.
Skills - Does well in her studies. Knows a large number of flowers by name. Quite capable at Flower Arrangement. Is strongly near-sighted. Low stamina.

Background: Kotori is the only child of the Shirohane familiy, who have lived in Warakuma for generations and are known for their flower shop in the Warakuma Shopping District - the shop is on the ground floor while the family home is on the floor above. Unfortunately, Kotori's father - a kind man who was never seen without a smile on his face - passed away in a car accident three years ago, leaving her mother to look after both the store and the child. Fortunately, Kotori was by no means a troublemaker - though after her father's death, she did become a lot more quiet and reserved. Though saddened by her husband's passing, Kotori's mother remains a cheerful person at heart and does her best to keep both the store going and watch over her daughter.

Apart from these things, Kotori's childhood had few other noteable events. She hasn't joined any clubs at Warakuma Highschool or actually made any real friends due to her nature, never being one to draw much attention. Furthermore, she isn't much of an athlete; quickly getting out of breath and has sat out during P.E. a number of times due to this already - though she doesn't feel all too bothered by this.

Persona: Kikuri-Hime

Appearance: Kikuri-Hime

Abilities:
Dia - Light Single-Target HP Recovery
Patra - Cure Single-Target Fear/Rage/Confusion ailment
Zio - Light Single-Target Electricity Damage
Strong against Electricity
Weak against Physical

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Dragunov Siblings - Warakuma Hospital

"Sorry, Ni-san!" a faint voice broke Alexei's calm siesta. It was nice to relax a bit sometimes, now that he had done nothing but rest for full sixteen hours. No chores to run, food to make or things to fix. It was a welcome rest and he needed it but what he didn't need was her sister's voice filled with guilt.

"For what, Akachan!" he said in his deep grumble, eyes still closed but he moved his torso to the side to face his beloved sister.

Elena was pleasantly surprised, she hadn't seen her dear brother smile in god knows how long and for him to call her 'baby' meant that there was a change that she may have missed in their last harrowing experience together.

"Nothing!" she whispered quietly as she turned to face him, looking at his visage carefully. She had always felt protected and nurtured but something was different today. Her brother wasn't know for open display of love, well if you discount the flowers and the pains he goes to in making her lunch but smiling together and other non verbal communications were rather limited. She couldn't place it but she was happy if things looked like what they were.

A faint knock caught his attention, it was a bit too light for a hospital staff and the fact that almost everyone knew him because of his mother here. They could openly announce themselves and enter. Perhaps, the news may have caught on to Inoue and Sagat. He didn't expect any others.

So he was pleasantly surprised when Kotori opened the door after a brief pause. Carrying two bouquets for the siblings, this was certainly unexpected.

"Ah! Shirohane-san!" he said, a bit surprised, as he sat up in his bed.

"Kotori-chan!!" Elena almost screamed in excitement as she too noticed the flowers. Kotori wanted to place it on the side table but hesitated. Asking whether it was okay. It was Elena who tried to put her at ease.

"Thank you!! They are beautiful. I'm so happy you came to see me." she carried in her excited tone,perhaps making the other girl a bit embarrassed.

"So? How did you know, we were here?" Elena asked.

"Calm down, sis. It was through Shirohane-san's help that I was able to rescue you." Alexei finally said. "I don't know how I'll repay your debt, but I'll try, Shirohane-san." he added sincerely. Elena's eyes just widened at his response as she motioned for Kotori to sit next to her on her bed trying to make her feel comfortable with the two foreigners.

[Assistant]
Warakuma Hospital
14/6/2015 Sunday

"I see you're doing well", said Rui as he entered. He expected Akane to be here considering she had friendship with him. Maybe she was late? Likely slept in. In any case, he was going to speak about the dungeons and shadows with Alexei, but his sister was here... She didn't have the power, and involving her might not be the best idea.

"And hello to you too Kotori... Alexei, we met once, outside the manga club room, when do you think you can be discharged?", he asked. Alexei was likely going to be discharged tomorrow and allowed to attend school again as his condition had improved... But his sister on the other hand was still experiencing nausea and a bit of trauma from being kidnapped. It probably would've been worse if they didn't rescue her sooner, but she ought to be fine by the end of the week.

At least that's what the nurses had told Alexei earlier this morning before visiting times began. Still, this was a better result than expected, but it only raised more questions for Rui and Kami in their investigation...

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Kotori Shirohane - Warakuma Hospital | Afternoon

As it turned out, her worries had been unfounded - Elena, who seemed rather elated about her visit, was quick to show her appreciation. With a small smile of relief, Kotori said "Ah, that's good," as she placed the flowers in their vases - though her relief wasn't just about the flowers not being unwelcome, but also to see that both of the two Dragunovs were awake and well; or at least appeared as such. At the very least, Elena was still showing as much enthusiasm as she had back at the library - even as she asked how she'd known that they'd been there.

"Eh?" was Kotori's first response, having just placed the flowers on the small table, as she really didn't know how to respond to the question - should she outright tell them? Should she try to talk her way out of it - even if she heavily doubted she'd be able to do so? However, before she could even say anything further, Alexei spoke up to try and calm some of his sister's excitement - and quickly making Kotori rather surprised when he said she'd been of such help. "Eh? Ah, I..." she began, trying to say that she really hadn't done very much, before he continued to say that he'd try to repay this debt.

"Ah, n-no, no, there's no need for that, really!" Kotori quickly said, shaking both her hands before her and her head for emphasis. "T-the others did a lot more, so..." she began, embarassment rather evident in her voice - not only didn't she know how to answer the previous question, but also not how to dissuade him from seeing it as a debt to be repaid when it was far from her alone who'd been there to help. Luckily though, a distraction presented itself as Rui stepped into the room; prompting Kotori to stand back up after she'd only just sat down on the edge of the bed at Elena's motioning to give a bow in somewhat thankful greeting: "Ah, good afternoon, Shinichi-san."

Seeing as he'd been the one to tell her of all the details after she'd been rescued and subsequently gained her persona, Kotori assumed - or rather, hoped - Rui was here to do the same for Alexei; though it was a slightly different situation with his sister in the know but not having gained a persona - either way though, Kotori sat back down for the moment to take a momentary breather and hoped that Rui would be able to clear up some things.


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Appearance:

Symbol:
Age: 18

Height: 6'0

Weight: 130 Ibs

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Weapons: He wears bracers that have a retractable 7-inch blade in the shape of an arrow. When retracted, the bracers shoot 10mm rounds. Each bracer holds 20 shots, with extra ammo in pouches on his belt. A visor he wears with its own Heads Up Display uses a pair of crosshairs to show where he is aiming his weapons, improving his accuracy. They were designed and created by his dad when he unsuccessfully applied to Beacon around the same age as Robert. They are the only physical objects remaining from his family's past.

Specialty: Robert is best at fighting an opponent one on one, and because of this he relies heavily on teammates when in a large conflict with multiple enemies. It is also because of his helpful and team-player attitude that his teammates chose him to be the leader of his original team, RPGD, to his surprise.

Semblance: Robert's semblance allows him to subliminally affect probability fields, causing improbable, but not impossible, "unlucky" events to occur to enemies within his line of sight. At the time, Robert has no idea that he even has a semblance, let alone has been using his semblance on himself for years to increase his already bad luck to near-immeasurable levels.

Personality: Robert is an average geek with an interest in subjects like comics and ancient world history. Most groups of people would probably describe him as everyman due to him not having much in the way of impressive skills while others might see him more as a goofball thanks to his usual optimistic and joking attitude. When the going gets tough though, the red haired boy is a good person to have by your side as he will never give up or surrender, even when all may seem lost.

Eight year old Robert sat in front of the television, playing with his toy cars and action figures. Behind him, Robert's dad sat in a reclining armchair, half reading the newspaper in his hands and half listening to the TV. "John, could you help Scarlet with her dinner," Robert's mother called from the kitchen. "Yes, Marian," Robert's dad answered, walking towards the small toddler that was Robert's sister. Robert looked up from his toys to see the news channel that was on show the words "Breaking News". The anchorwoman then read the new news, "A warning to all human families living in neighborhoods with large majorities of Faunuses, the organization known as the White Fang, previously known for its peaceful protests, has been attacking humans in the before-mentioned neighborhoods. This recent aggression is suspected to be a result from-" Robert's dad turned the TV off. "You don't need to listen to that garbage, son," he said. He then walked back to the dinner table where Scarlet was playing with her food. Robert went back to playing with his toys. Unbeknownst to the Fallson Family though, a small crowd gathered outside.

Six Faunuses stood, looking at the happy family inside. "Burn it down," said the leader. The other five threw Molotov Cocktails at the two story house, the fire quickly spread throughout the bottom story and the roof. No one inside knew what was going on, all they knew was that the house had spontaneously burst into flames. Robert's mother screamed, Robert's sister cried, Robert's father yelled orders, and Robert continued sitting there confused, trying to understand what was going on. His father grabbed Scarlet, his mother grabbed a family photo album, and they both sprinted towards the staircase. As they reached it, his dad stopped and turned around, "Come on, Robert!" he cried. Outside, the leader of the attack turned and grabbed a baseball bat that was strapped to his back. It suddenly transformed into a grenade launcher, and one shot was fired. The single grenade incinerated the wall it struck, as well as the three humans standing next to it. In a flash, Robert's family was gone. A single, burning photo floated into Robert's lap. He stood there dumbstruck at what just happened. The creaking of the roof brought him back to reality though, as a large burning beam fell from the roof. He tried to dodge, but was too slow. It fell right on his back, pinning him to the ground and burning his flesh. He was able to quickly wiggle out from under it though, and jumped out of the hole in the wall that the grenade had made earlier. He laid on the lawn of his house, clutching the photograph from earlier. He saw the six Faunuses slowly approaching him, ready to finish the job. The sounds of sirens around the corner stopped them in their tracks though, and they escaped. Robert continued lying there, unable to move, sobbing. One of the officers picked him up and carried him to a patrol car. After sitting in the passenger seat for several hours, one of the firemen walked up and gave him the only other thing that survived the fire, his father's visor and bracers which were in the basement during the fire. Afterwards, the officers and firemen left Robert alone. Bad choice. He rose from the seat and walked off into the night, passing a street sign that read "Loxley St." Robert's eight year old mind thought of nothing but wanting to be alone.

For the next several years, Robert would live on the streets. Stealing food and other necessities only when he had no other choice, and only from people who could still live without those necessities. Witnesses would often report to the police that the only thing they saw before their things were stolen was a figure with a green hoodie.

Robert didn't go it alone for all those years though. He did make some friends at a restaurant named Fryer Tuck's Diner; namely Tuck, Alan, and Miller. If not for them, he might not have been able to go to Beacon as they were the ones who helped him acquire a GED as well as the application for Beacon. If not for their moral support and assistance, he would have probably never gotten off the streets and into the prestigious academy.

Theme Song: Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son

Based off of: Robin Hood

Color: Rosso Corsa

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Lauren Negasi

"CHA!"

Bounding off the bed and scooping up clothes as though she had octane in her blood, Lauren shot into the bathroom and slammed the door hard behind her. Sixty seconds later, she had opened the bathroom door up again with the underside of one arm, visibly multitasking. She had thrown on a low cut black t-shirt and her signature jacket, both characteristically midriff-baring, and was currently devoting one hand to the button fly of her black pants while her other hand tightened a gilded leather studded belt around her waist. She was hopping, one footed, through the dorm, trying to get her left boot on properly.

For the sake of her balance, she decided to throw herself at the unoccupied foot of the only member of Bastille not currently suffering from chronic pain - Snague Naga's mattress poofed underneath her as she reared back and pulled her boot on with another, even more triumphant "WALLAHI!"

She rolled onto her stomach and rested her head in her hands, elbows on the bed and feet in the air. The newest member of the team reached for her dark, cheekily grinning face and pushed her cocoa hair back into a large, neat wave with her fingers.

"Oh man, I could eat a bull right now, buns or not!" Newly prepared to go out, Lauren reached for her own dwindling supply of pills and swallowed half of one. "Ready when you are, fellow cripples."

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Oswald Connolly-Lakebed

Looking back for just a moment, Oswald almost sighed in relief when he saw Shiro deciding to come up to the surface with him. At the moment, it was just the merry band of idiots in the water- Oswald, Napoli Shiro and Robert. Hopefully the redhead would get the memo before he got eaten, or Oswald would have to jump in and pull the guy out himself.

Breaching the surface, Oswald quickly paddled to the edge of the lake and pulled himself out onto relatively dry land, shaking his body like a dog would to get off the excess water. They had to beat this Ogdoad, find Sapphire's daggers, retrieve them, and survive it all. That...would be a bit of a problem. Ogdoads were Riesen-class...he was pretty sure. They definitely weren't your run-of-the-mill cleanup job Grimm, no sir. While it was a shock that such a powerful force of nature was lying in wait below Beacon, Oswald figured that this place couldn't have been perfect. No place was, not even a fortress city.

"Fuck you, world."

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Robert Fallson - The Lake

Robert gave a sigh of relief as he saw Oswald get to Shiro first and get him to start moving back up towards the surface. That was when he realized that he had quite literally just breathed out the last of his air. The teen looked up towards the surface which now seemed so far away. There was no way he could make it now, not unless Napoli, Shiro, or Oswald planned on giving him mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. They all seemed like nice guys, but they sure as hell weren't no Wendy Peppercorn. Only one option remained then, hope the Ogdoad's lair had some kind of air pocket not too far in.

So the redhead team leader charged straight at the large Grimm in hopes of maneuvering past it and getting inside it's cave. What'd he have to lose anyway?... Besides his own life of course. The Ogdoad looked like it was glaring at Robert as he got closer and closer. Second thought were beginning to run through his head as the frog-like Grimm began to open its mouth. Right when its tongue darted out though, a sudden current swept Robert out of the way. That first current sent him into another current, then another current, and then another current. He had lost all sense of direction at this point and was beginning to fear that at any moment he'd be sleeping with the fishes, until he suddenly felt a slight absence of pressure. Opening his eyes, Robert found that the underwater currents had swept him back up toward the surface. Breaking through he shouted, "I knew Lady Luck wasn't done torturing me yet!" while gasping for air.


[System]
Age: 15

Race: Human

Apperance: A little tall for his age and has large bone structure. He has toned muscles that are well on the way to forming into an impressively built adult. His jaw is squared with a hint of fuzz starting to come in on his upper lip. His hair is light brown and kept in a crew cut. He has Hazel eyes (green in center to brown on edge). He wears plain boots and brown pants, and has a plain black tunic. He has a few scars on his arms from his work.

Wants to be: a Blacksmith

Teacher/Father: Gurick Folkvar

Person he cares about: His sister Fiina. She is seven years younger than him and ill. Aiden tries to keep her entertained while he can. Even though she is bedridden, he can every now and again take her around town to see how things are outside the house.

equipment:1.he has a belt with a pouch that he keeps two small books in. one is a journal where he writes down exaggerated things that happened to him for his sister. The other has a collection of pressed flowers that he thought she would like.
 2. A "survival kit" crafted and gifted to you by your father. It is formed of a leather sheet, 3 ft long 1 ft high. Into the leather are sewn pockets which contain a variety of useful items--a 3 ft length of very fine wire, a 6 ft length of sinew twine, 5 finely barbed metal fish hooks, 5 small fine barbed steel arrowheads, 2 large steel arrowheads, a "pocket knife"--steel blade 2 in long folds into an antler handle, a flint/steel set, 3 pieces of fine parchment the size of the palm of a hand, a grease pencil, a stick of charcoal, rolls up like a bedroll.
 3. A detailed horse figurine (keepsake).
 4. A carving of a tiger eye (keepsake).
 5. basic outdoor cooking set.
 6. shoulder & head cloak

brief history:Aiden had a mother (Helena), a father (Gurick), and one little sister (Finna). His father was a blacksmith by trade, and his mother stayed at home to take care of his sister. Growing up, his father has been teaching him how to smith anything from nails and axles, to swords and shields. Whenever his father went out to hunt, Aiden followed, taking in everything he could. He had shown Aiden some things with a sword, but it was too big for Aiden at the time, so Gurick decided he would just show him how to use a dagger until he was old enough to use a sword. Ever since he could remember, Aiden has been keeping a journal and flower log for Fiina. It was what he did on the few times he was able to relax and not work. He started when she was born and has made a couple volumes by now for her. They lived this happy way until he was fifteen years old.

One night, the small village they lived in was attacked by some small group of bandits looking to make some quick money. The bandits worked quickly, going from house to house, burning and pillaging as they went. Aiden's family was one of the first houses hit. The thatch roof caught flame as a torch was thrown on top of it and the door sealed shut. It seemed that bandit's were trying to avoid as much fighting as possible by burning them down with it. Gurick quickly grabbed an wood cutting ax took it to the door. When he broke through, he gave the two bandits that were blocking the door in a big surprise, though before they could react, they were dead. The roof collapsed as Gurick came back inside to get everyone out. Finna was found hiding under a low table and Aiden was calling out to his father. The mother was knocked out cold and had an injured leg from the support beams falling down on her. Gurick moved the massive timber off of her and hefted it to the side. He picked up Helena as slung her over his shoulder. In his other massive arm he cradled Finna, passed out from the smoke, and turned to Aiden. "follow me and don't leave my side," he commanded. Aiden nodded his head and stuck to him like a shadow.

They bolted from the house trying to get away to a haven not far off in the woods where they could hide and take shelter. It was often a place Aiden and Gurick used while hunting. Unfortunately, the bandits heard the roof crash and looked toward the house and saw their two dead comrades at the door. The bandits' archers started taking shots at the family that ran out. only a few of them went after them. After all, they still had a whole town to work on.

The arrows landing around Aiden and his family gave them an even greater sense of urgency. They picked up the pace, and they were out running the few bandits who were following, but they never looked back. They got to the safe haven, but it seemed only three arrived. When they stopped to rest Gurick laid his wife down to find that an arrow had hit her while she was unconscious and she has died.

Aiden, his father, and his sister made it to Harrowdale a few weeks later. Gurick seemed to be cut off from the world. He got a job as a blacksmith in town, but he didn't talk much except to his children. Finna still didn't grasp the concept of death, but knew she wasn't here anymore. Her health seemed to get slightly worse now that Helena was gone. Now with his mother gone. Aiden took up the chores and taking care of Finna on top of his duties with his father. They didn't hunt anymore because they decided it would be better if they just bought their produce from the market.

class skills:
 hunting, using a dagger as a weapon

life skills:
 reading, writing, smithing, hunting/gathering, fishing, basic arithmetic (money-wise at least), using a dagger as a tool

Regional Skills:
troll lore--appearances, types, calls, habits, signs, methods of disposal of a variety of trolls. These are taught to all residents of Twiddledale as trolls are a common problem in that area.

Abilities:1.) battle cry--doesn't mater what you holler but when you charge into a fight it gives your allies a burst of strength or speed that helps them either escape or get a second wind to continue fight or flight or break free frm a hold, etc. You can only do this right when you first join a fight.
2.) tracking/trailing--you trailed the bandit for some time and doubtless grew even more familiar with how to track a human through the woods, what is out of place and what is normal, etc. You may not always know WHAT you are tracking but you are now much more adept at trailing it whatever it is.

clues: Sarah's ornate dagger, tiger eye carving

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The wind blew softly through the narrow path of the city that the river stream made. Dreknor inhaled slow and long, taking all the information he can get. The soft breeze didn't help. Though he could smell everything from upstream he could smell very little from downstream. The half-orc was slowly getting back on his feet. There were sure signs of injury and exhaustion radiating from him. Yet Dreknor was not satisfied. He was hoping to knock out the half-orc. Seemed he was more resilient than he thought. The girl seemed to be half concusses, but Dreknor was sure that after such a fall, there will be no trouble from her. He also sensed the two boys moving around him, trying to attack from behind and front at the same time. Dreknor steadied himself, readying his leg muscles he used dark magic and rushed forward towards the boy with the club. To a normal human it would seem like teleportation. Grabbing the end of the club with one hand and the boys wrist with the other, he disarmed the boy and threw him into the other youth standing behind Dreknor. '' Ha this will be a good sport it seems'' Dreknor said and tossed away the club.

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Argurios tried to get back to his feet as fast as possible. But his leg was injured. He had to sprain his ankle, and his right elbow was cracked, as he tried to shield his companion from the fall. Once up he looked at the situation, just in time to see his friend be thrown like a rag doll. Argurios screamed and tried to rush at the enforcer, but as soon as he tried to step on his right foot, it gave way and he fell hard against the ground.

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Aiden landed with a heavy thud against the other boy. He grunted as he got up. There was no other option here but to fight, at least long enough for the others to escape. He turned his head to the other boy and told him to go with the others. He felt like it was his duty as one of the older people left from his town to protect the others with his life. it was a role he had taken upon returning to his town.... a role he had already failed once with Sarah....

But he could never live with himself to see it happen again. Especially not after just meeting back up with his companions. "Father, if you can still hear me....," he growled under his breath as stood back up, "Give me the strength to protect those I hold dear!"

Ander was now standing again, his fists up and ready. He had resolved to battle this monster to the end, as long as he could hold out till they escaped. He watched as Dreknor threw the cub away to the side. "**This ends NOW, *creature*!**" He yelled as he charged back at the evil being.

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Brisa hurt so much she couldn't even make a sound. Each breath was agony and she was struggling just no to pass out. When the weight on her finally lifted she was able to focus again, though she was only in marginally less pain. She could tell something was wrong with her lungs, or her ribs, or something. Right now though she couldn't be bothered to figure out what was wrong, much less what she should do. Instead she pushed herself unsteadily to her feet and tried to process what was going on around her.

It seemed to be madness. The boys, Aiden, Argurios, & Jatan, were all in various stages of serious trouble. Aiden had been flung into Jatan, both of them tumbling like rag dolls in the wake of the attack. Aiden's crossbow, dropped in the struggle, was crunched under Dreknor's feet and his club tossed carelessly to the side. Argurios was down again, Brisa could see there was some problem with his leg and he couldn't run. The fear that was brewing in her tripled, they had to be able to run. This man was going to kill them; there was no question in her mind. They were in serious danger. Even her adrenaline cantrip wouldn't help Argurios now, it couldn't overcome whatever was wrong. Wizards didn't heal. She was out of ideas, and out of useful tricks. Magic was all she had and right now none of what she knew could help. Or could it...

Her eyes caught sight of the billowing clouds of smoke coming from the different corners of town. Fire...she could light things on fire. The pain in her ribs was sharp and biting, it made it difficult to concentrate. Even a simple cantrip couldn't be cast without concentration.

She had to work hard, she lost track of what was going on around her as she did so. She missed Aiden's charge, missed everything in the alley as she struggled to focus her thoughts on the arcane words that swarmed through her mind. It was hard, harder than anything she had ever done. So much pain and chaos going on around her. She simply couldn't do it.

The world returned along with agony in her ribs. She ran, best she could, to Arugurios' side. She couldn't cast a spell but maybe she could be useful, somehow. She really had no idea, just that this was her instinct. They had been through so much already, she had come to automatically turn to him, even when he was the one that needed help.

Dreknor, meanwhile, having ignored Brisa, turned his attention to the boy who was charging him. This was pointless. The children stood no chance, and the fight was rapidly getting pointless. He needed to end it now and do what he came to do. There were other duties to attend to this day. He furled a leg and kicked Aiden in the stomach, not even bothering to look as the boy crumpled. He spun, his attention now on Arugrious and the small girl crouching beside him.

Brisa's eyes showed her fear, she was not skilled at hiding her emotions, and it seemed to spur the evil man on. His god fed on fear, in addition to shadows and death. He reached out a hand and smacked the girl upside the head, knocking her back as if she were a leaf.

Brisa saw stars, she had thought that was a figure of speech but it turns out that was a literal saying. She hit the ground again, crumpling to the cold stone. She saw the evil man lift a booted foot to kick Argurious and she did the only thing she could think, she threw herself forward and latched onto the mans ankle like a cornered kobold.

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Aiden hit the ground clutching his stomach with his left arm. The blow had knocked the air right out of him. He was feeling weak and useless. He looked for his crossbow but it had fallen off of him. without a proper sling the crossbow fell off and now was in two pieces after Dreknor had crushed it. He was strong. TOO strong. How could you overpower something like him?

As if a voice was guiding him e thought about the dagger he still had hidden. But it didn't make sense what good will a dagger do here? He thought for a moment, still in pain and trying to gather air back in his lungs. "*If you are trapped in a fight you cannot win you must do one of two things, Aiden.*," His father's voice echoed in his head from multiple speeches from his childhood. "*You could die honorably and keep fighting, or live honorably and keep fighting. The difference is how much you use your head. If you can't beat the person, disable them from beating you, if only for a moment. Then the tides may turn*"

Aiden gritted his teeth as he looked up from the ground, just in time to see Dreknor smack Bisa to the side. He pulled the dagger out of his boot while he picked his target...the neck. More specifically, the back of the neck at the spinal column. severe it there, and the rest of the body would be instantly paralyzed. Without that, all of this creature's strength would be useless. Aiden got back up to his feet and he saw Dreknor walk over to Agurious. The creature then lifted his foot to attack boy when Brisa jumped in between the two. 'NOW' a voice screamed in his head. While Dreknor was concentrated on his initial target at hand and about to strike, Aiden without uttering a word gathered all the strength he had, jumped forward, and drove his dagger into Dreknor's spine with both hands, just at the back of the neck. He hoped against everything that this would work, not for himself but for his friends. Because even if it meant his own death, if he could protect his friends and save them, he would be at peace.


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"Hey, you wouldn't have seen any flower around here that has a yellow petal, would ya? I need one for, uh...'flavoring'."

"Charlotte LaChance. Now, if you don't need anything I really should be watching this beaker before it explodes."
"Nineteen."
Age:
19

Race:
Human

Appearance:
Charlotte stands around five foot six. A pale complexion with messy, somewhat unkempt dark brown hair and cold blue eyes adorn her face. She has a slender frame, with no obvious muscles as she's not entirely one for physical activity, often time spending her days reading or practicing her chosen craft. She wears comfortable clothes that look like one might expect of someone born from high-society. Short pants, held up by a belt with a golden buckle, adorned with various pouches to carry items. Comfortable shoes with long, knee-high socks. Over her upper body, she wears a thick cloak with a hood, designed mostly to protect the wearer from the cold. Rarely takes it off, even in the warmer lands she finds herself in.

Personality:
Insatiable curiosity, confident, stubborn, a bit on the childish side, doesn't like not getting her way, and has a bit of a one-track mind. As such her alchemy can sometimes suffer a bit as a result. Though indeed, she is talented, and if she doesn't let her one-track mind focus on something else after she starts something, she'd be fairly successful. She prefers to spend time outdoors with her plants and other alchemy reagents than in the company of people.

She tends to come off as rather serious and no-nonsense, and sometimes a sarcastic grump. Often time she wears a serious expression when people first meet her, though its only because she tends to have a one-track mind about things, and really doesn't like being interrupted. She's often thinking about various things and what properties plants might have.

That said, she is fairly friendly to most, and isn't hostile by any means. Just don't interrupt her work unless you have a really good reason. Aside from this, she's fairly intelligent and knows about a great deal many scholarly subjects. Mostly dealing with Magic and Alchemical pursuits, but she's read a great many number of books so she might surprise someone with her knowledge every now and then about something.

"DAMN YOUR EYES DON'T TOUCH THAT BEAKER-Argh, this is sensitive equipment!"

Abilities:
Aside from the obviously impressive physical and mental abilities that humans possess, Charlotte is adept at potion brewing. Meaning, alchemy and making useful concoctions out of herbs, remedies, antidotes and other items found in the natural world. She's pretty much a savant when it comes to everything relating to it. Add that to some beginner interest in Botany, she could probably make quite the living selling and brewing potions. That said, she is still fairly young and has a lot of room for improvement in the field. Plus, almost all the flora and fauna on this new continent has yet to be documented. Meaning, until she goes around documenting and doing some trial and error, she's gonna be somewhat useless.

Not something a lot of sleepless nights watching beakers and flasks bubble can't fix, however.

A neat little list:
-Good at alchemy
-Fairly intelligent
-Beginner Botanist
-Cold tends to not bother her so much, since her home country was notoriously cold.
-Not so good with animals, unfortunately. They tend to like using her as a chewtoy.
-Physically speaking, she's a wet noodle strength wise. Fairly average stamina due to her fairly active lifestyle.

History:
Born in Astril, Charlotte has been brought up around science, logic, reason, and even the odd magical related things most of her life. Aside from that, its not particularly interesting. While she herself wasn't born into the magic-using citadel of Astril, and was instead brought up in a small farming community near the border, she has always held an interest in magic, alchemy, and scholarly pursuits herself. So in between farming duties and helping her parents run the farm, she studied all sorts of books. Ones about history, magic, and otherwise.

And when she was fourteen, she was accepted into Astril itself as a student. And as confident as she was, she was sorely outclassed by a lot of the students there who had been training formally since their birth. She spent quite a few years there struggling to keep up with the other students, and quickly found herself as a bit of a loner and outcast among her peers. Not that she particularly minded, she'd rather have her books and studies anyways. Eventually she was labeled a bit of an eccentric.

It was when she was nineteen, she had to make a choice. Leave Astril and set off on her own, or effectively become a test subject. She doesn't like talking about the events that transpired leading up to that event, but she will say she killed about five scholars and blew up a lab.

Nation of Origin:
Astril. A small, somewhat isolationist country known for its heavy delving into intellectual pursuits of all kinds.

Nation Lore:
Astril is a small nation located far to north. Most of the country is cold, mountainous, and cold tundra and thick pine forests make up most of the climate. Over time, they have tamed the lands somewhat and built a thriving city located high in the frigid mountains. A tower like citadel, simply named 'Astril' over their first leader, that later became their small city.

In the past, they were a small group of intellectuals, scholarly types, dissatisfaction with their own cities. They traveled far to the north, seeking land unclaimed by others they could call home themselves. Eventually, they found their land in the cold north.

Overtime, they built a thriving city, founded upon not on diplomacy or military might, but on science, magic, and logic. When it was first founded, they welcomed all inquiries into the arcane and scientific nature, and shunned no question or line of research...no matter how 'unethical' it might have been perceived to be. Human, animal, and all sorts of experimentation was, and still is quite common. Of course, they don't exactly advertise this fact these days. If you're going to be doing something somewhat unethical, then you are expected to keep it under wraps and deal with any unintended consequences yourself...

Eventually, the city began withdrawing from the outside world, and though they still welcome intellectuals and those who wished to pursue arts of science and magic, they had developed a bit of a mindset that those outside their walls were somewhat...barbaric and uncivilized. Typical mage superiority mindset, really. Mix that with a somewhat reactionary mindset with a healthy dose of Xenophobia, (anyone considered an outsider and not born there, not racism per say. There are a variety of races that live here) you get some pretty narrow minded individuals.

Of course, it wasn't all easy for them. With their small numbers and generally small sized city, was almost taken over quite a number of times, if it wasn't for the quick thinking of their leaders. They maintain uneasy peace with any other city state in the area, but for the most part keep to themselves, and any outsiders are turned back at the border.

Misc:
-Not everyone pursues magic theory or science here. Not everyone has the aptitude to perform equally well with magic, after all. As long as you make yourself useful, you'll probably fit in well.
-A bit of a Meritocracy
-Ruled by the 'Deacon of Astril'

Other:
-Can be somewhat socially awkward at times, and has trouble holding a decent conversation about anything other than alchemy.
-Makes some questionable potions sometimes. You really shouldn't get curious about some of the stuff she makes.
-Don't bring up anything regarding an elixir of life or philosophers stone. You have been warned. If you do, bring ear plugs and make sure you don't have anything to do for the next hour.

[User]
~Charlotte LaChance~

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Charlotte listened rather intently to Cait for once. Well, after Cait's initial teasing that she glared at the other woman the entire time through.

An...all-female race of people? Then how did one even get pregnant? The scientist in her was incredibly curious. How did two women - naturally, without the aid of alchemy - even have a chance at doing such a thing? It wasn't exactly unheard of considering some of the things she had made with Flora, but...curious. Still, she managed to keep her curiosity to a level that wouldn't be visible to Cait. No need to ask about that part in particular since she wasn't interested enough at the moment to have first hand experience. She had other things to be curious about.

"Not at all. So many questions come to mind that break the laws of nature that I know that I'm just not going to ask." Charlotte replied with a small frown. It barely scratched the surface, really. "Though...for starters, what...power is it you speak of?" She asked. "I noticed some...glowing markings on Aislinn and your hair seems to be a bit different, but you don't seem any more...powerful."

[Assistant]
The native blinked at Charlotte. Breaking the laws of nature? How? It seemed to be a very natural process to Caitriona. "My strands? Our hair can be applied to various artistic means ... Remember how we spoke to the animals last night after I sung? That is one example of what I can do. Aislinn is a painter and can use a sort of paint to ... enhance ... a person's abilities somewhat. You should ask her if you want to know more." The way Cait spoke about such things indicated a degree of nervousness about Aislinn's powers, although not out of some sort of reverence.

Instead, she pointed to her own hair. "It absorbs the energy of latent spirits in the world around it. Didn't I give you some to work with?" The girl with multicolored hair looked over at the black haired girl curiously, wondering how much she'd managed to figure out or do with it.

[User]
~Charlotte LaChance~

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Enhance a persons abilities? Now that was something Charlotte was very interested in. Hrm. Now she was wishing Aislinn had been a bit more forthcoming about her reason for coming here. Maybe she could have made a trade of sorts. Got Cait out of her hair and maybe her mitts on something that she could use for research. Too late now though, but she was going to make sure Aislinn knew of her annoyance just to make herself feel all warm and fuzzy. She'd ask after speaking with Cait. More importantly...spirits?

"Spirits? As in...ghosts?" Charlotte said with a frown, having to stop herself from laughing. "That's...completely absurd. Spirits and such do not exist, at least after all the years of research at the tower nothing has suggested that they do." She walked back over to the table where she kept her things, moving a few containers around until she found one with a pink-ish colored liquid that was all that was left of her final test. "The things I learn from testing are purely science related, not theoretical. For example, your kind lacks testosterone completely. Or at least, it has traces so small that I can't detect it with my limited equipment here. Secondly, your people tend to be much shorter than mine. Could possibly create some sort of shrinking serum from it...oh, and your people essence, or at least your hairs, is closest to fire. It would be fairly good at using in some more...unstable potions. Explosives and such, as well as a few heating aids." She swirled the liquid in the container, before setting it back down. "I could potentially detect something else with stronger equipment, but for the most part Alchemy does not deal with spirits or the occult."

Walking back to the entrance of the cave, she looked over to where Aislinn was still tied up.

"Though, I have read that perhaps there's a form of it that could deal with such things, but I've never seen it." Charlotte said with a shrug. "Don't plan to...at least, not anytime soon. Now, if there's nothing else I have work to do and I want to talk with Aislinn a bit."

[Assistant]
Cait frowned as the other woman talked, calling her beliefs absurd and hardly even considering their existence. The native let Charlotte finish talking without interruption, and although the woman moderated towards the end of her rant she still seemed to discredit the idea of the world have life aside from that which could be viewed. The orange haired girl eventually responded to the other woman as she left with a joking voice. "A-animals do not talk!" A bit more cheerfully she wrapped up her words as the black haired woman left. "Enjoy your conversation, but try to keep an open mind and you won't be surprised." With that, Cait would leave the cave for a bit and go for a walk in the forest.

Aislinn sat on the ground trying to get comfortable as she leaned against the tree that she was tied against. The position of her arms behind her back made that nearly impossible though as it was difficult to balance in her predicament. As Charlotte left the cave however, the tied up girl looked at the meat eater with wide eyes, backing away slightly as a little panic washed over her. Cait was leaving as well, which didn't make her feel any safer in these circumstances. Instinctually she whimpered like the trapped animal she was, but eventually she collected herself by the time Charlotte arrived.

It wasn't as if the other woman was going to kill her or something ... right? Despite Charlotte's promises, she was still tied up against a tree in front of someone who consumed friends. It wasn't exactly a comforting combination.

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Charlotte merely rolled her eyes, ignoring the jab from Cait. She focused more on Aislinn as she walked over. Well, she still seemed to be terrified of her so that was...something at least. Truthfully, Charlotte perhaps felt a little bad about what happened considering this was likely a huge misunderstanding on her part but she had given Aislinn a chance to explain herself. She didn't, so what could she assume? She was merely there to cause some sort of trouble. It didn't take long for Charlotte to reach Aislinn with her usual pace.

"...next time I ask you what you want, maybe you should tell the truth instead of try being evasive." Charlotte said as she walked up, folding her arms against her chest. "I could care less what you and Cait do in your private time, and if you just wanted to sleep with her if you would have just told me I would have let you have her." She grunted. "I could use some peace and quiet around here. I'm not exactly a...people person. I like my alone time...which Cait gives me very little of. So next time," Charlotte said poking her nose. "Unless you do plan on trying something funny it'd probably be better to you know, tell the truth like a decent human being." Walking around to Aislinn's side, Charlotte ran a hand through the native's hair, picking up a few strands of it...and smelling it before letting it fall back in place.

"Hrm...flowery? Expected." She commented to herself. "Cait says you can...enhance someone's abilities with paint or something?"