[System]
Age:18

Appearance: About 157 cm, short black hair, tan skin tone, dark brown eyes.

Personality: Very Quiet, shy, a bit timid, nice to most, scared easily.

Bio: Amanda is a normal school girl that is excited to be graduating this year. She loves her life as it is right now, almost wishing it would stay like this forever. She really likes to hang around her friends and boyfriend most of the time.

[User] Yandere x Normal Person.

[Assistant]
The school bell rang for the last time today. Amanda was relieved, the teacher had been going on and on about the subject at hand, and her hand was starting to cramp from all the notes she had taken. She had been excited, tonight she was going to a sleep over at her friend, Jessica's house. She jogged out of the classroom after gathering her things and went to her locker. Putting her books in her locker and backpack (taking only what she needed), she thought over her schedule this weekend. Tonight and Saturday, she would be at her friend's. Sunday, she would come home at noon and go on a date with Ayaka at around 5.

"Amanda! Come on!" One of her friends called to her. She snapped out of her thoughts and got her backpack, zipping it up and closing her locker.

"Coming!"

[User] Finally, the last school bell rang and that meant another rigorous day of torture which was happening solely because he isn't born in America is going to end. However, Akaya still couldn't relax: He has to escape the school without being spotted by the bullies. He made sure the bullies were busy sorting their stuff before he could sort his stuff. He put his books in the locker, carrying the stuff he needed to take home and the stuff he needed to "protect" his girlfriend, Amanda. After making a safe escape because the bullies were still busy, he spotted his girlfriend. As usual, he started stalking her to prevent anyone from inflicting harm to her since he thinks she is very important to his sanity.

[Assistant]
She was chatting happily with her friends as they walked to Jessica's house. Amanda made sure to text Ayaka that if he needed her, she would be at Jessica's until Sunday afternoon.

"So how are things with Ayaka?" Jessica asked, a little curious.

"Just fine. Nothing new, really." Amanda smiled. "Is your mom bringing cheesecake tonight?"

"After begging her for a month, yes. I can say with confidence that she is."

"Yay!" Amanda and their other friend, Jasmine cheered.

"It's gonna be delicious!"

[User] "Hmm... A text from Amanda? She'll be in Jessica's house until Sunday afternoon? Guess I should bring a sleeping bag there..." Akaya muttered, still stalking his girlfriend, close enough to partially hear their conversation. Suddenly, the word "cheesecake" struck his mind. "Maybe her "friend" is intending to poison my Amanda so I would suffer... I must not allow it to happen." He thought, still following his girlfriend. "Delicious? It's gonna be harmful, she'd better not eat it..." he muttered again, hoping he wouldn't be noticed.

[Assistant]
"Who's gonna bring the chips?"

"My mom! As soon as she gets off work." Amanda supplied, laughing. "Maybe ice cream if we have any."

"I'm gonna eat so much that my stomach will explode~." Jasmine chirped.

"Oh, Jasmine! Leave some for us too!" Jessica laughed.

"Maybe~!" Amanda laughed and got excited as Jessica's house came into view. "Race you guys to the house!" She yelled, running.

[User] Akaya went close enough to the group to hear their conversation, which seemed to involve stuff to eat, such as chips or ice cream. He was pleased the latter two is being supplied by the girlfriend's mother since her parents wouldn't poison their son's food, let alone other children's and Amanda doesn't seem she wants to die anytime soon. "At least the other foods seems safe..." Akaya muttered, before noticing the group run to her friend's house, where she would be murdered by one of her so-called "friends". He wouldn't allow it to happen, trying to run after them.

[Assistant]
Amanda reached the house first, out of breathe. "I....win." she huffed.

"No fair...you cheated." Jasmine panted.

"You guys need to exercise." Jessica laughed, unlocking the door to the house.

"Not everyone can be on track, Jessica!"

"But it sure does help with stamina~."

"Aw, forget you!" Jasmine walked in with Amanda, followed by Jessica. They all went upstairs to their friend's room before sitting at various spots of the room. "What shall we do first?"

[User] Akaya barely managed to sneak into the house of girlfriend's friend. Confirming the group went upstairs, he followed them, before seeing the door almost shut. He decides to peek inside the room from it, watching the action of the girls so his girlfriend wouldn't be harmed. "Don't harm my girlfriend, please... I'll have to shield her if that happens..." he thought.

[Assistant]
"Videogames?" Jessica suggested.

"No."

"How about Truth or Dare?" Jasmine suggested.

"Sounds good. What do you think, Amanda?"

"Sure."

"I'll go first! Amanda, Truth or Dare!"

Amanda smirked at Jessica. "Dare me."

Jessica thought for a moment. "I'll dare you to...." She thought for a few more seconds.

"To?"

"To...text Ayaka that you love him." Amanda blushed.

"W-What?!"

"You were the one who told us that you did~."

"I-I don't wanna just text it out of the blue though!"

"It's a dare. Besides, he should be fine."

"What if he doesn't say it back?"

"He'll know how much he means to you."

[User] Overhearing the conversation, Akaya thought he wouldn't have to come out until maybe later. When one of his girlfriend's friends dared his girlfriend to text him that she loves him, he blushed and hid away from the group's potential sight after confirming his girlfriend blushed, and took his smartphone out making sure it's set to the silent mode and waited for her to text him.

[Assistant]
"Come on! He'll definitely say it back anyway."

"I don't know about this..."

"Just do it and get it over with."

"Fine..." Amanda quickly typed out the phrase and hesitated for a second, but sent the text to him. She sighed. "Hopefully he doesn't freak out."

"He won't. He'll probably jump for joy at the fact that you love him."

[User] His smartphone notified him there was a message from Amanda, his girlfriend. He excepted the text to say "I love you", considering what he heard earlier. The message was what he exactly excepted, and he quickly sent a reply. "I love you too... In fact, I'm alive because of you. I would've committed suicide if you weren't my girlfriend." He typed and sent to the girl, before peeking from the door again waiting for her reaction. He thought it would be a positive one.

[Assistant]
Her phone vibrated. She looked at it and read the text that came. She smiled.

"What did he say?"

"He loves me too."

"But there's-"

"I just want to keep that part to myself. I'm just so happy." She rubbed her eyes.

"Ok. It's your turn."

"Jasmine, Truth or Dare?"

"Dare!"

[User] Akaya secretly smiled at his girlfriend while peeking from the door, watching her express she is very happy about the message she received. He kept watching the group's actions and hearing what people say, wondering what his girlfriend will dare to her friend, different from the one with a mother that would murder the boy's girlfriend according to the boy himself.

[Assistant]
"I dare you....to quack after every sentence for the rest of the game."

"That's easy, quack!"

"We'll see when the game starts getting good."

"Fine, quack. Jess, Truth or Dare? Quack."

"Truth."

"Is it true you hate peanut butter?"

"...Yeah, the stuff just isn't my taste."

"But didn't you eat those peanut butter sandwiches last week with Darrel?"

"Well I like him! So I kinda wanted to seem cool."

[User] "So... The girl whose mother is going to threaten the life of Amanda, my girlfriend was with Darrel... One of the bullies bullying me... Seems fitting for her." Akaya muttered, still observing and overhearing the group, hoping he wouldn't have to jump in.

[Assistant]
"Well, if you do get together with him, get him to stop bothering Ayaka. Yeesh, he and his thugs need to learn a thing or 2."

"But he's cute."

"...Not my type. Definitely not my type."

"Same here. I have no idea what you see in him, Jess."

"He can be nice!"

"If it benefits him somehow."

"I heard he kinda likes me too."

"Good, get him to stop being a thug."

"Fine. I'll See If I could."

[User] Akaya winked at his girlfriend brim behind the door. However, he heard Darrel is not the type to stop bullying unless he was forced out from it, and couldn't rely on the girl dating the bully to stop the bully, and had to wait until he could go to a collage, relying on his girlfriend Amanda for the mental support.

[Assistant]
"Anyway, Jasmine, Truth or Dare?"

"Truth, Quack."

"Is it true that you like Jacob?"

"On the basketball team? Quack."

"Yeah."

"Ew, no. Quack."

[User] "So the Jasmine girl is actually against the jock who bullies me..." Akaya was still watching from the door while smiling. "Having many people on my side would help me stop the bullies though.." He thought, hoping nobody notices him.

[Assistant]
"Aw...who do you like then?"

"Another victim of your crush's. That's all I'll say. Quack."

"The quack thing is getting annoying."

"Amanda dared me. Quack."

"Yeah. I said the whole game. Deal with it."

[User] Akaya heard Jasmine likes someone being bullied just like himself. He decides to take a step away and take a deep breath, before getting back to his peeping spot, where he can fully monitor the situation.

[Assistant]
"...gonna see what's in the fridge." He was able to hear Amanda say as she got up.

"See if there's popcorn?"

"Sure." Amanda started getting closer to the door.

[User] Akaya realized his girlfriend is coming towards the door and he thought she would freak out if she found out he sneaked into the house. He started looking for a convient door to hide himself from her girlfriend. "Any food not made by Amanda's parents could be poisonous, but I haven't found a method to prevent her from eating it..." He muttered, trying to find a door to hide in. If found, he would use it to hide from other people.

[Assistant]
Luckily there was what seemed to be a closet next to Jessica's room.

"Wait, where is my phone?"

"Right here!" Jessica teased.

"Give it back." Amanda laughed.

[User] Akaya hid in what seemed to be a closet and slightly looked out, before closing the door and listening to footsteps to get out after the girl went down and get a popcorn which might be poisoned, but he couldn't think of a way to prevent her from being poisoned. "I'm sorry, Amanda." he muttered.

[Assistant]
She found the bag and started popping the popcorn. She leaned against the counter and waited the few minutes until the microwave beeped when it was done. She pulled out the bag and poured the bag into a bowl. She walked upstairs with the bowl and went back into Jessica's room.

"Got it." She grabbed a piece and started to eat. The other 2 started eating as well.

[User] Once he confirmed the girl went back to the room, Akaya came out of the closet and went to peek inside the room, only to see the girl eating the popcorn which is poisoned according to the boy. His face turned blue out of the shock and the other two eating the popcorns didn't help either, as he thought they are attempting a group suicide instead of a murder. "I'm sorry, Amanda..." He thought to himself, not being able to speak and the girl already ate a piece, which meant the girl is beyond saving to him.

[Assistant]
"This is great!"

"Yeah, what flavor was it?"

"I believe it is salt, quack."

"No, it's a bit buttery too."

"Maybe both then. Quack."

"Can you tell her to stop?"

"No, it's funny watching you get annoyed, Jess."


[System]
Age: 15

Occupation: Grocery store cashier, but she's on probation because of an unfortunate, phasing-related incident. Her boss really hates her.

Gift: Esper. Kanako has the strange and occasionally unfortunate power of being able to phase through solids. While it might seem cool to be able to walk through walls and closed doors, when Kanako is unable to be selective about exactly what she's passing through, and often ends up falling through the floor or ending up stuck knee-deep in the foundation of a building. She also cannot make her clothes phase with her, and is therefore unwilling to use her power in public. She is unable to use her ability for more than one second at a time, and is therefore always at risk of getting stuck inside a wall or something. In other words, her power is almost completely useless.

School:Tenroujima High School, School for Espers.

Personality: As the youngest child and only daughter of a family with four sons, Kanako is incredibly thick-skinned. No amount of insults, mockery or criticism will faze her, because honestly? She's heard it all before. While she's generally a very positive and almost irritatingly energetic person, her strangely unshakeable nature can be somewhat unsettling. After growing up with four older brothers, she eats fast and has become incredibly good at avoiding pranks. She secretly likes playing dating sims, but won't admit that to anybody.

Biography:Kanako grew up in a cramped apartment in Tokyo with her parents and four older brothers: Kaito, Kenji, Katsuro and Kouta. After an entire childhood of being the butt of a thousand different jokes and pranks, her parents --a pair of somewhat irresponsible world travellers-- finally gave her some money and sent her to Academy City to get away from her brothers and maybe hone her Esper powers a little. To be honest, she really dislikes her powers, and wishes that she had something cool like telekinesis instead. She almost idolises people with Esper powers that she thinks are "cool", and struggles to hide her own gift from others. Most of her classmates have no idea what her power is because she refuses to demonstrate it. She often has nightmares about losing control of her powers and embarrassing herself by phasing through something in front of someone. She has no idea what her dream is, but she thinks she'd probably like to have a job as something other than a grocery store cashier. Secretly, she'd really like to be a librarian or something.

[User]
Kanako had just started to doze off when Touji burst into the room, gasping. [color=6ecff6]"Teach... I'm here.... Sorry... I'm late... for my first day,"[/color=6ecff6] he said. Kanako perked up immediately: so he was in her class!

She was about to start trying to wave him over when the teacher levelled her with a sharp glare. She wilted into her seat. Okay, okay, she got the message… she'd already disrupted the class enough. And, according to the text message that she'd just received, she didn't even have to be in this class any longer, because there was some sort of weapons demo going on!

As it happened, it turned out that Kanako didn't have to wave Touji over after all, because as soon as he came in, he made a beeline for her and plopped himself down on the seat next to hers, trying to regain his breath. "What's.... up? Kanako…" He said, and then took a deep breath. "We were in the same classroom after all, blockhead."

"I know that now!" she said under her breath, not even acknowledging the insult, and stood up, dragging Touji along with her. "Get this-- we don't even have to be here anymore! As long as we leave quietly, we can go to that weapons demo thing!"

With Touji in tow, Kanako awkwardly started shuffling out the back of the classroom. Not too many people seemed interested-- after all, they were all Espers, and barely anyone needed to learn how to use a weapon. Kanako, though… even if she told herself that she was just going because she wanted to skip class, in reality… her powers were pretty much unusable, weren't they? Maybe it would be a good idea to learn how to use a weapon. But which one? She'd have to ask someone's advice on the matter. Maybe Taro? He was a knight, and they had the evening shift together later on, so she'd definitely have opportunity to talk to him about it.

Once they were in the hallway, she released Touji. "So," she said as they walked down the corridor to the science room, "How was Chiyo-chan? Sakura Love is a pretty good game, huh? I mean, not the best, but pretty decent."

Honestly, when Touji had asked to borrow her copy of the game, she'd been thrilled! He'd always made fun of her for liking dating sims, but… could it be? Was he finally understanding the true beauty of the dating sim, the emotional depth of the characters, the heart-wrenchingly beautiful romantic subplots?

[Assistant] Airus sighed as he checked his rifle, grumbling as he waited for students to show up. Enforcers never got the credit they deserved, they had to spend time they could use studying or hanging with friends on duty protecting the city. He sighed loading his rifle and checking his pistol. The combat suit would the last thing he showed off and that had two other Secure-X droids protecting it. Grumbling he waited for anyone to show, secretly he hoped no one would and he could call it a day, but someone always wanted out of class even if it meant watching a Knight fire guns at things. Still he had brought along forms encase anyone did want to join the Enforcers, which he seriously doubted.

[User]
Allen, meanwhile, was debating the merits of going to the weapons demo thing being held by the Enforcers. Did he actually have much of an interest in going? Certainly not. But it looked like a lot of his classmates were on their way there, and well… Allen just went with the flow. That was what he always did, after all.

Halfway to Tenroujima High School, however, he started having a bit of an existential crisis. He was forgettable, sure, but did that mean he should just blend in with the crowd all the time? Did his tendency to go with the flow mean that he was conforming to other's expectations of him? Could it be? Was he… losing his own identity by trying to be just like everyone else?

He stopped, and took a left turn. He would have to distinguish himself from his classmates, then, and he would do that by going to Tenroujima High School a different way than everyone else.

Unfortunately, poor Allen had no idea how to actually get to Tenroujima High School, and without following the crowd, he didn't have a hope of finding his way there by himself. It didn't even occur to him to use Google maps.

And that was how Allen found himself standing at the gate of Arkillia Naval Academy. For a moment, he stood there, uncertain as to whether he should enter or not. Then he reminded himself-- he wanted to distinguish himself! To do the unexpected… right?

Steeling himself, he bravely (and perhaps idiotically) walked into one of the most prestigious Knight academies, and just… stood there. In the middle of the grounds. With no clue as to what to do.

[Assistant]
As students trickled in to watch he began to explain the point of this whole thing. "Alright every body, I'm Airus. I'm an Enforcer and your all here because you want to skip class or because you want see what the hell the police force is like in the city." That got a lot murmurs and quiet comments from the audience. "Well to start with only a third the force is students, the rest is Secure-X droids. Now I'll be showing off weapons we use on any Gifted student who gets out of hand. These are concussive rounds but encase of emergencies we have lethal rounds. Now this the standard issue Enforcer pistol." He held up a heavily over-sized pistol. "Those dummies down there are made to react like you would if you got hit by these things." With that he fired three shots in to the dummies, each hit it's and sent them flying in to the wall behind, hard.

With that he placed the pistol back in it's holster. "So give me a minute to hook up my rifle and for the bots to clear the range and you can see what happens when enter an arena fight. Yes that is right all Enforcers may bring there gear in to combat arenas." He pulled on his backpack reach back he squeezed the first lever releasing the rifle as he brought it out it extended and the scope popped out. "This is a variable pulse rifle, they rely on energy from the charging station in pack, 100 shots in sniper rifle form and 1000 in Sub-machine gun mode. However these are blasts of energy, so they are able to put down people at long range, they hurt like hell to." He steps up to the range, the crowd having swelled a lot since he started.

[User]
"Give me a break..." Touji felt frustrated and merely let Kanako drag him away. Well, he wouldn't be getting a tardy arrival in class thanks to this. He didn't hear most of it, but he was plenty sure that they said they could go to.... whatever that things was and it wouldn't amount to their absences in class. Perfect. He was just thinking on how to take nap without being discovered by the teacher. Still, the question remained. "Hey, Kanako... Why you wanna see a weapons exhibition? Ain't you an esper? Yeah, you might kinda have the most useless ability in existance, but it must be better than having to carry something dangerous around, right?" Touji said. He even felt like picking his nose, but decided against it.

After finally being freed from her grasp, Touji could finally stretch out, yawn a bit and feel the sleepiness come back to him slowly. "I absolutely loved it. I hate it too. There's no way there's someone that cute in real life. They give me expectations on what a woman should be like, and I doubt I'll find anyone like that anytime soon." With another big yawn, Touji finally looked more relaxed than he ought to be. He looked as if he were to fall asleep anytime now, even if it meant sleeping in the floor. He really did feel like it.

"Besides, it's all Chiyo-cha-" Realizing he was about to make a huge mistake in front of this otaku woman, he cleared his throat before going on. "That Chiyo girl's fault that I didn't sleep a bit. Her route is too long." Even though he said that, he still thought that it was rather interesting. Not that he would openly admit that though. "I'd give it a 7 out of 10, to be honest. I still prefer sport-based video games." His throat somehow felt dry and something wasn't right. He caressed it a bit. "Hm....? I think I want to have a smoke." He said, seeming really serious, despite not having smoked ever before in his life. Soon enough, though, his stomach grumbled like crazy and he smiled like a cat again, lax and lazy. "Nah, forget it, I'm just hungry."

[Assistant]
"Are you kidding me?" Kanako sighed, glad he had given her an opportunity to vent. "I can't use my ability at all! It's terrible! It's the most impractical ability in the universe! Remember that time I fell through my bed and woke up buried in the foundation of the apartment building? It's a good thing the night guard heard the crash and got me out, I could have died!"

She shuddered, and started walking faster, confident that Touji was following her. Or not following her. Honestly, Touji kind of did his own thing most of the time. "Imagine suffocating to death in the foundation of a building. There's a reason phasers don't really last too long... You and Eri-senpai, you guys are lucky you have such cool powers!"

Kanako sighed, a little envious. Honestly, all she wanted was to be able to control her powers... but Academy City got kind of crazy, sometimes, so it was definitely a good idea to learn some means of self defense. "Anyway," she sighed. "Chiyo-chan doesn't need to be real to be perfect, and once you have Chiyo-chan, you don't need a real girlfriend. Or boyfriend, in my case."

They rounded the corner. Wait, had the demo already started?! Kanako dashed around the corner and ran into the science room. Eri was there already, and Kanako waved to her briefly. "Talk to you later,"  she hissed to Touji. "I gotta go do something. I just saw Eri, though!"

She pushed her way to the front of the crowd. She had to get a better look: after all, this sort of /was/ pretty important to her.

There was a Knight firing guns at things: was this the demo? Was she allowed to ask questions? Was she allowed to ask this person to teach her how to shoot a gun?

Well, might as well give it a shot. (Heh.) "Excuse me!" she said, raising her hand but not bothering to wait for him to call on her. "Can you teach me how to shoot that gun?"


[System]
Age: 24
Magic: Lost Magic: Energy Control Magic; Mayt can control and manipulate various types of energy. He inherited this magic from his family.

Amplify - Amplifies a specified energy, cannot amplify magic.

Reflect - Reverses an energy, such as motion, at half of what it was originally.

Shape Magic - Shapes the caster's magic 'container'
Reinforce Inanimate - Reinforces an inanimate object with the caster's magic, making it more durable and allows it to act as an alternate method of using another energy control spell.
Reinforce Body - Reinforces the caster's body, making it more durable, but can cause serious damage if the energy control spell attached to this isn't maintained properly. Considered "Forbidden", but is not a taboo.

Warp - Redirects an energy, does not need to be actively used.
Magic Level: S
History: Mayt Derren Marris grew up in a small town, its name of no importance, in the middle of virtually nowhere. In his hometown, he had grown to know almost half a dozen different parents. He was taken away from his birth parents at age 10, as they were both incapable of properly taking care of a child. His second set of parents were nice, but his distrustful tendencies, and getting new parents just before his teen years, he blocked them out. They fed him, clothed him, and took him to school, that was all that was important about them to Mayt. They weren't his birth parents, he didn't like them. They gave him to the local orphanage the first time he drew a knife on them, which he had done in an attempt to prove that, despite his somewhat meek frame, he could be a powerful fighter. He didn't have to be a bookworm. By this time he was 14

At age sixteen, Mayt was adopted by, as he likes to put it, "Parent Wannabees". His parents were sort of doing a trial-run on adopting a child so that they had some idea what to expect. They didn't expect a child distrustful of them to the point of learning how to cook and handle himself while not getting in the way. Mayt turned into a child who simply lived in the same house and breathed the same air. He had gotten a part-time job, bought his own food, did his own laundry, and cleaned his room. Despite his seemingly good-nature in doing this, he acted very sour, and often was caught by Truancy Officers, and managed to barely pass his classes. Not caring about the future, the month he was allowed to leave his parents house as a legal adult, he did, setting out into the world. He wondered at first, choosing to go town to town on foot, enjoying the walk, and eventually starting to enjoy being on the road, where he could think.

By his twenty first birthday, he had rented an apartment in a small city, and has chosen to stay there for a while. He needed money and odd-jobs while traveling wasn't cutting it. On his birthday, he received a package from his birth parents. At first Mayt was skeptical of the package. He hadn't known his parents since he was a child, yet they knew where he was setting up temporary residence? Once he had gotten over this, he opened the package to reveal something stranger still, a Katana. They not only had known where he lived, but had known he had been practicing, off and on, different sword skills. Mostly due to the fact that they interested him, and he couldn't understand how they had known. He still kept the weapon, and he started to train more with it, eventually finding somebody of teach him in a more official manner. At this point, he has some skill with the weapon, but he is far from professional.

Around twenty three, he started to realize he had magic, he just had never noticed it. He discovered this when practicing with the gift sword, and he had accidentally burnt the blade on a hot day, leaving char on it. Despite how often he tries to clean it, the blade never seems to not have that char from his first real use of magic, and ever since he's been practicing to the best of his ability. He does it best through his weapon, but he can do it when not wielding his weapon.

Personality: Loner, vocal in his opinions, and stubborn.
Team Members: None
Three Strengths:
1. Good Cook, Mayt, having lived on his own for a long time, has learned how to cook pretty well, without any reliance on magic or supernatural abilities.
2. Loyal, Mayt's trust isn't the easiest to gain, but it's not difficult either. And when his trust is gained, he is quite the loyal friend, risking bodily harm to protect those close if neccessary.
3. Swordsman, Mayt is somewhat skilled at using his Katana, and he can use his magic through it.
Three Weaknesses:
1. Loner, Mayt prefers to work on his own as he has all his life, which makes it difficult for him to work in a group and follow a plan.
2. Anarchist, Mayt often outright disobeys orders simply because they were given. He doesn't take this to an extreme, but the wrong choice at the wrong time can be devastating.
3. Lost Magic, Mayt's magic is a form of lost magic, meaning it is more powerful than most magics, but also is more dangerous for him to use.
Greatest Love: Doesn't really have one.
Motivation: To find where he belongs.
Appearance: Mayt stands at 5'11" tall, and typically wears simple clothing that's close-fitting but not very restrictive. No real protection. When he's traveling, he carries a large backpack filled with his stuff, and his Katana is kept at his side. He has light skin, and medium-dark brown hair that he keeps trimmed at a little under an inch long. His eyes are green, and he's starting to grow a little bit of a mustache. The scabbard for his sword is simple leather, unadorned, but slightly charred as well.
Additional Details: Mother now lives in Magnolia Town. Maximum potential unknown, and it was recently discovered he has a great deal of knowledge about his magic stored away in his head via archive magic.

[User]
Karn
Fiore || Kabo || Outside the Council Building
Interacting: Penny

Karn smiled brightly as he walked backwards, facing the taller boy.

"Well, considering I'm walking after causing a bunch of the holes currently in the building, I'll probably be alright. Unless the ground collapses and we fall into the Aquifer. Then probably not. Buuuuut rather risk it then just leave you there. Plus I can check how the others are doing." he chirped, looking to the black dog who snarled at him before getting a scolding flick.

"She doesn't seem to like me very much." The blonde chuckled, finding that it would probably be a good idea to avoid his feline like forms around the dog. She seemed to be the type to chase cats.

As they entered the library, Karn cheerfully bounded inside, waving his arms up in the air in a energetic greeting. "Hey Mayty! Vampy! Person I don't know yet!" he cheered.

Edolas

Edo-Karn continued tapping at the machine, though was listening to the conversation going on in the room. Emerald eyes focused on what they were doing as the individual focused on heir work.

"Careful Ice Princess, shy ones like you get teased the most. Next thing you know you'll get pulled in some foursome if you don't slap them." Edo-Karn said, their voice barely indicating if that was a joke or not.

A bunch of words and numbers were flying on the screen as the blonde continued with whatever they were doing. Quite a bit being pertaining to the Royals and important figures. Others being other Guilds, or wanted criminals.

[Assistant]
Beatrix
Don't throw them off the lizard... don't throw them off the lizard... Beatrix thought to herself, keeping her back turned to the others as they flew. Her anger was clearly visible, practically radiating from within. Let them go about their business, find a way back, kill Maddox. That's the plan. It doesn't need to get any more complicated than that. In what seemed like no time at all, the party arrived back at the Phoenix Wing hall.

Beatrix took a moment to size up the building. "Looks better than the other one," she mentioned aloud before chuckling to herself. "I might not break this... wait." Beatrix stopped in her tracks. The Maddox of this world might also be in the Phoenix Wing of this world. There are two Maddox I can exact revenge on now. A frown formed on her face as she followed the girls into the building.

Surely enough, they found the people she met back on Earthland. "Oh great, I've run into you people again," Beatrix grumbled as soon as she saw the familiar Sasha, Lazarus, and Joshua. "How the hell did you manage to send all of us into another world? I know it was one of your people that did it." Beatrix was entirely oblivious to the interactions between the two Sasha's, focusing instead on blaming Phoenix Wing for arriving in Edolas.

Edo-Maddox

The extra-large Legion let out a roar as it flew low over the trees. Its rider remained standing on its back, arms crossed with his eyes forward. His focus and balance were incredible, as he didn't budge an inch since his Legion took flight. While Edo-Maddox continued looking forward toward the horizon, he heard a faint humming sound. Cocking his head to the side, he deduced the origin of the sound was coming from within the box strapped to his back.

He uncrossed his arms and removed the box, holding it in his right hand like a staff. He slowly waved it in front of himself, finding that if he angled it correctly it also began to vibrate faintly. Interesting, Edo-Maddox thought to himself, pointing the thing in the direction where it had the strongest reaction. Of course... I can get two things done at once today. He placed the box back across his back, before nudging the Legion with his foot. With a deliberate yet casual slide of his foot across the beasts back, it changed its bearing.

[User]
Jayce stared at Karn for a good minute before shrugging and just saying: "Alrighty then." and continuing to walk. "So...you made these holes? Huh. I don't think I want to ask what the hell was going on here then." Some more Nori growling ensued, before she got another flick on the nose. "...Weird...I dunno why she doesn't like you. She only does that to cats."

Once they were actually in the library, Jayce darted off, holding the snarling dog in one hand as he started rifling through the volumes of the library, looking for an official documentation or reports of people just vanishing with no evidence left behind. Nori just kinda kept growling, keeping her red eyes trained on Karn the whole time.

[Assistant]
Joshua

Joshua followed his group to the Edolas guildhall in silence. Half the time his eyes where ahead and the other half they were at the sky, a slightly solemn expression on his face, though this likely went completely unnoticed by everyone. When they arrived at the guildhall, he looked around and was surprised at how similar it was to the one on Earthland. He was still confused as all hell as to what was going on but he at least understood they were somewhere that mirrored where he, Lazarus, and Sasha were originally from. However, that was the extent of what he understood.

This was somewhat reinforced when someone came over shouting for their sister. Sasha froze up at the sound of the voice and looked terrified. When she talked to the owner of the voice, a younger looking boy, Joshua could see that it took everything she had to stay together and not break down. He didn't know what happened between her and the person this boy reflected but obviously it hadn't been good. Once the boy left, Sasha led them into the guild proper and up to her counterparts room.

When Sasha entered her counterpart's room, he simply stood in the doorway and couldn't help but roll his eyes at Lazarus' antics while smirking. He expected Sasha to slap him or maybe even hit him but the girl simply took the undergarments and stuffed them back in the drawers before pushing Lazarus out of the room and Joshua out of the doorway. She left shortly after and headed downstairs, with Joshua sticking with Lazarus. When he saw Laz freeze up and stare at Edo-Sasha (or was it Sasha he was staring at. Hard to tell really) with a dumbfound expression on his face he sighed before slapping the man on the back of the head.
"Wake-up and help your girlfriend out there. I don't know if her face can turn any reader." He said before a familiar voice suddenly interrupted. He looked around and spotted the brat. Beatrix Velente, if he recalled what Amelia said correctly. Sigh he walked over to her before grabbing her collar and lifting her off the ground with one hand" Come brat, you're coming outside with me. The rest of you figure this stuff out."

With that he carried Beatrix outside before throwing to the ground in front of him.
"You want to bash something in no? Try bashing me in." He said to her simply.

Amelia

Amelia followed Jarvis and Edo-Mayt back the the guild, making sure to stick closer to Jarvis. The girl was nervous and it showed, as she constantly fiddled with her locket. She could hear the spirits she had contacts with inside but she had tried summoning a few and failed. It scared her. If these suddenly decided to attack her, she would be utterly defenseless. On the other hand, if they really were friendly, they could help her if something did attack.

Shortly after they started, a figure covered completely in cloaks and wearing a mask approached and addressed them. Amelia instinctively hid behind Jarvis. The conversation was short and sweet, though Edo-Mayt got her name wrong when she introduced Amelia. Amelia simply mumbled something about her real name before following, still fiddling with her locket.

[User]
Beatrix

The young woman didn't spend much time berating the Phoenix Wing members that sent her to Edolas, but that was due to Joshua's interruption. "Hey, let go of me!" Beatrix immediately protested once he dragging her outside. The moment he released her, intending to throw her to the ground, Beatrix wriggled backwards. This gave her the momentum needed to roll safely on the ground, finding herself on her feet with incredible speed.

"You didn't need to ask if all you wanted to do was get beaten!" she shouted at him once she completed the roll. With astonishing speed, Beatrix was already in his face again with her fist already thrust forward. Simple, but fast and powerful. A blow to the face to end the man in front of her so she wouldn't have to deal with him pestering her again. Her rage had finally broke and now her immediate target was Joshua.

[Assistant]
EdolasMayat (Edo-Mayt) --- To Edolas Phoenix Wing Guild Hall
Mayat smiled as the Guild Master lead the way back to Phoenix Wing, and when they went inside, she laughed a bit. "Seems we came back to a fight. Looks like fun." She smirked, and went over to a table, siting down and propping her feet up to watch the fireworks. "You can tell me why everyone needs to be back at the guild after these shenanigans alright Master Jamie?" She gave a dismissive wave, smiling, and watching to see how the fight goes.


[System]
Age: 17
Demon: Violence
Bio: At a younger age he used to be a sweet little boy who wouldn't hurt a fly. He was never really scared of much and he felt the sight of blood was oddly welcoming. Ronan always wanted to protect his friends, not so much his family. He hated his father for not being there for him, and his mother for ignoring him completely. At school, people picked on him, called him names, pulled nasty pranks on him. One day it was too much and he finally snapped, he couldn't deal with it any longer. After hospitalizing a bully on the bus, the beast inside had been awakened and he began to crave violence like a drug. Now Ronan is unapologetic. He missed the sight of blood like an old friend. Ronan is easily provoked since he doesn't care about his actions getting him in trouble. He would sooner break a kid's nose than apologize to him, and he rarely backs down from a fight or opportunity to feel someone's bones crunching under his blows. Ronan also has a slight fascination with guns. He loves seeing fruits explode on impact, but can't help but wonder if heads do the same thing as watermelon.

[User] Griffin was that of a normal college girl until the morning he woke up to discover that he wasn't the only person in his head. he sought help immediately. He was afraid that she had schizophrenia or something. He ignored the voice in his head until he realized that the things he was telling him were real. He tested the voice on her doctor. The doctor accused him of spying on him because he knew things that no one else knew. That is when he figured out that the voice in his head was telling his everyone's secrets. No secret was safe from him. When Griffin questioned the voice and he explained the secret behind his existence, how he had came to be inside her mind, and that he was not the only person out there who had received a being like him. Griffin immediately began seeking those people who's life had changed the same day as his had. He sent them an email inviting them to met his in a castle that had been in his family for centuries. The email he sent out read:You don't know me but I know you. In the last month your world has changed. One day you were alone in your head. The next you weren't. You saw doctors and did research but couldn't find the answers about what was happening to you. Soon you notice that the voice in your head isn't the only thing that has changed. You can now do something that no human can do. I am here to tell you that you are not alone. There are others like you. Others that have a voice that whispers to them and can do things that no one else can do. I have some answers. I am inviting all of those who has had these experiences to come to my castle where I will explain what I know about what has caused these changes.

[Assistant]
"Well that explains a lot."
Avary says after closing down his computer and reading the email.
He's been a very social kid since he woke up on his 13th birthday.
"Of course it explains a lot idiot." The voice that's been in his head since that eventful morning.
"No need to be rude, no, I need to go book a taxi."

[User]
Ronan read the letter, a little uncertain if he should meet up with this person. His inner voice wasn't really bothering him, in fact, it was rather helpful. A little angry, though, but that was something he could work with.

"Eh, it's not like anyone would really get away with kidnapping me," Ronan glanced around his empty living room. "And if they do, not like anyone's around to miss me."

What, you're just going to steal a car?

"No idiot, we can afford a cab," and with that, he shut off his computer, grabbed his wallet, and gave goodbye to his little apartment. Ronan took his time getting down the stairs and out into the street, after all, it was about 7 am. Not many people wanted to ride a smelly cab to work, leaving most of the cabs open.

[Assistant]
She had emerged from the shower when she discovered the email that was... Inexplicable. To put it mildly. She needed to get out of her makeshift towel dress swiftly before peering eyes would catch a glimpse of her body-- but such perversion would mean severe, severe consequences wouldn't it? She scouted her bearings around her own home and finally skid her fingers against the axis of the email and marked it deleted.

"Junk mail nowadays." That was her conclusion; plain and simple. The lights were dimmed within her apartment room and the curtains swiftly shut from spying eyes and dressed herself to her usual oriental attire-- her kimonos. After that, it was to make sure her hair was done properly.

"Don't you think you've gained a little weight, my dear?" A seductive voice caressed her. "Perhaps you shouldn'tve had those hotdogs before you slept." The voice was still in a pause, reading to her emotions. "Here sweetie, let me help you with that." A strange phantasmal force uniformed her hair as it quickly crowned her with a neat and tidy side ponytail that laid rest to her waist. The girl seemed to have paid it no mind, maybe it was a part of her? "Look at you, Magna. As beautiful as an orchid flower." You could see her eyes rolling down the hill of whateverdom.

"Yes, yes, Tamela. How lucky I am to have you do most of my fashion advice and hair." She looked at herself by the mirror amused. "What do you think of that email I received?" The voice was silent. "Tamela?"

"... Something is at work, dear. I would suggest you follow the email's instructions concisely and... Heed." This is the first time Tamela had suggested in following what others had willed Magna.

"If you... Say so." She stared at herself in the mirror, seeing into her eyes as a shade of Tamela appeared inside of her pupils-- or so she thought. "Come help me do my makeup. We'll be on our way right after."

[User]
Bobby closed out the email on his phone and continued to lay down the pain, his mother had ordered him to repaint his room because it was getting to dark in there. Bobby thought on what he had just read, it was true that the voice in his head had started to talk to him a while back and ever since they had bee doing worse things to people and enjoying it.

Of course you enjoy it, its fun to cause pain, and even more fun to watch.  Bobby rolled his eyes at this, it was never causing pain that got him off it was everything that lead to it, the planning, the setting up, the thrill all that, he never really cared for watching the outcome. It does not matter, pack a bag, we are going on a little trip, its about time for the fun to begin. Bobby sighed, he looked around his room for a bag. ""I better not regret this, you may like pain but I don't like feeling it."

[Assistant]
Jo stared at the e-mail and smiled. "Seems like I'm not the only one with the strange voice in my head, good to know." She said as she hopped up and headed to her closet looking through her clothes to find something to wear up to the castle along with packing a bag just in case she has to stay there for a bit. 'Or it's bad to know, I bet it's is just a fake e-mail to get you in a crazy house. You can't get your hopes up yet you always do. It's pathetic' The voice in her head told her. Jo fought off a frown at the realization that the voice might be correct and just shook her head, her smile growing. "You just need to look at things from a different point of view. Not everything is bad!" She told the voice as she got dressed.

'You always wear bright colors, it's too much. People are going to think you look stupid and then you will loose all your friends and then where will you be in life... alone, that's what. You should change if you want to keep your friends.' The voice said matter-of-factly. Jo sighed and shut the door her smile wavering as she headed towards her car. "You are so hopeless." She told the voice. 'And you are too hopeful' The voice replied as Jo climbed in her car and began the drive to the castle.

[User]
After chasing down a cab, Ronan was slightly irritated. It had taken him half an hour to find one without a cabbie who's accent made him want to hit them. He sighed at the back of the cab driver's head, then moved his eyes to the little name tag taped to the radio. Ronald. Ronald hadn't even bothered to wear his seatbelt.
It would be a shame if we were to wreck...
"No killing Ronald until we get there," Ronan whispered to himself. He told the rather large man where he was going, then continued to ignore him while staring out of the window. Boredom quickly set in and he began to pretend that his hand was a dragon trying to eat the birds that flew past the cab.
Hopefully this place isn't too far, I'm dying of boredom already.


[System]
BASIC
Goes By: Maleficent (alter-ego); Delva (by godsons)
Age: 5,739
Gender: Female
Race: Half-Sindarin, Half-Silvan Elf

APPEARANCE

Portrayed By: Angelina Jolie
Hair Color: Dark, Ashy-Brown
Eye Color: Luminous Yellow-Green
Skin Tone: Creamy-Pale
Height: 5' 7"
Weight: 119 lbs
Body Build: Slim

(Two Of These)

Wing-Cloak

Battle Outfit

PERSONALITY

Overall Personality
Likes: Humans, Elves, Dwarves, Happiness, Animals, Flying, Her Godsons
Dislikes: Chaos, Greed, Spiders, Her Inner Darkness, Orcs, Sorrow
Strengths: Fighting, Beauty, Inspiration, Knowledge
Weaknesses: Mentions of Her Past, Loneliness, Anger
Fears: Losing Her Family, Her Past, Sauron

Elegant | Unpredictablly-Capable | Headstrong | Mysterious | Influential

Everyone believed that Saeril was born as a creature of chaos and pure evil, but they just do not know the true story. Rather than a woman who is evil, Saeril was instead a benevolent young woman of purity; she valued the peaceful nature on Middle-Earth, and she had a fierce passion to support various realms and their inhabitants. A greatly-unpredictable individual, Saeril is a desired perfectionist, and a woman of her word; for even the most vulnerable of races, she focuses on finding the best intentions for them, even if it means to risk her life.

From the despair of her devastating past, following the Deceiver's corruption upon her mind, Saeril is truly hurt and very lonely inside, interpreted by the guilt of her cruel and malicious actions. Since then, she feared her other persona "Maleficent", a psychopathic representation of Sauron's control over her, who wished to wreck havoc from time to time. The ultimate goal was to redeem, and dissipate this inner darkness from within.

However, she never anticipated this goal to be a challenge when she rekindled herself with her Dwarven godsons, Fili and Kili, whom she'd grown to care for as her own children. Despite herself being closest to the youngest, Kili, Saeril was absolutely devastated after witnessing Azog kill his older brother. Determined to keep the youngest from falling into the same fate, she became frank and strictly protective of Kili, going so far to keep him alive, and stay by his side throughout his many ventures, though she may not always agree with them. Her connection with her youngest godson became so strong, others knew better not to cross her if there's damage inflicted upon him.

Saeril will not hesitate on giving others her blunt opinion, and she would often guide them when they are upset, or in need of advice. Proud and proper she is, she will never bow to anyone she disagreed with. Evident by her relationship with Thorin Oakenshield, it's complicated when it comes to terms of trust; she betrayed him (as he claimed) by revealing the truth of the quest, and by "stealing" the starlight jewels from his treasure hoard for King Thranduil. Although she was claimed as not "trusting", Saeril openly showed that she cared a great deal for him, saving his life multiple times on different occasions.

BACKGROUND

Date of Birth: YT 1578
Place of Birth: Fangorn Forest, located north of Rohan
Social Ranking: Royalty (formerly)
Family:
- Kili Durin (Godson; alive) (Dwarf)
- Fili Durin (Godson; alive) (Dwarf)
- Dis Durin (Comadre; alive) (Dwarf)
- Vili Durin (Compadre; deceased) (Dwarf)
- Hermia (Mother; deceased) (Sindarin Elf)
- Lysander (Father; deceased) (Silvan Elf)
- Ulla (Aunt; deceased) (Sindarin Elf)
- Kinloch (Uncle; deceased) (Sindarin Elf)

Other Relations:
- Gandalf the Grey (Mentor; alive) (Maiar)
- Thorin II Oakenshield (Friend; alive) (Dwarf)
- Aragorn II Elessar (Friend; alive) (Man)
- Azog the Defiler (Enemy; alive) (Orc)
- Bolg (Enemy; alive) (Orc)

[User]
As all of the Dwarven people of the Lonely Mountain were driven from the homeland by the deadly Firedrake of the North, a winged feminine figure was elegantly crouched atop the mountain, watching the disaster before her.

The ember of the fire reflected from her luminous yellow-green eyes, giving off a reflective, glowing effect on them, while her sharp, metal finger-cuffs dug into the rock below her. The Raven-black catsuit she wore, with a few feathers being embedded into the material, matched with the horned headdress, made her represent pure evil. She wasn't phased when she watched the destruction before her with a cold-eyed gaze.

Robbed of their homeland, the dwarves of Erebor wandered the wilderness; a once mighty people brought low.

Spreading her huge feathered wings, the feminine being took flight, away from the mountain.

The young dwarf prince took work where he could find it, laboring in the villages of men. But always, he remembered the mountain smoke beneath the moon, the trees like torches blazing bright, where he had seen dragon fire in the sky, and a city turn to ash. And he never forgave, and he never forgot.

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Sixty years later, during the Third Age of the Shire, a Hobbit named Bilbo Baggins, was at peace, living comfortably within the spring-like realm of his surroundings. No threats. No restrictions. Just...living freely. What he didn't expect was an adventure that was, what you could say, unexpected.

[Assistant]
Bilbo Baggins had started his day similar to many others. The hobbit preferred to keep to himself, and aside from a rather strange run-in with a wizard, his day had been rather mundane. This was perfect, of course. The more isolated he remained, the better. After he'd purchased a fish from the marketplace for dinner, Bilbo had returned home to prepare his meal when he heard a knock at the door. Odd. Visitors were far and few in-between, especially at this hour.

With a sigh, Bilbo rose to his feet, left the table, and got the door. At the very least, the hobbit had expected to face someone of equal height. This was far from the case, however. Dwalin seemed to tower over him, rendering Bilbo very nervous. "Yes?" Flustered, he readjusted his robe and did his best to stand tall (not an easy feat) while keeping eye contact. "May I help you?"

[User]
Finding a dwarf standing there, he was certainly towering, in Bilbo's point of view, at least. "Dwalin", he introduced himself with a hint of a Scottish accent before bowing to his new host. "At your service", he added before standing back to his full height and stepping inside.

"Which way, laddie? Is it down here?", Dwalin asked, as if he was expected to be there. "He said there'd be food, and lots of it", he was entering the kitchen now, just before the doorbell rings again.

[Assistant]
Bilbo was quick to move aside as the burly dwarf made his entrance inside of the home. "Just a moment," he tried his best to protest against his new guest, though it was all in vain. The hobbit shut his circular door, and then he followed after Dwalin, his eyes taking in his numerous tattoos and burly build. This was not a dwarf to cross.

"Food?" Again, he was aghast. "Who told you this?" There was another knock at the door, and Bilbo nearly threw his hands up in frustration. What was going on? Grumbling to himself, the hobbit answered again, and this time he was met with someone more equal to his height.

There stood a dwarf, white hair and beard, with a friendly expression upon his face. "Balin, at your service!" The older dwarf spread his arms out (Bilbo feared he was going for a hug) and then he gave a polite bow before entering the cozy home.

Bilbo shut the door for the second time, and he watched in disbelief as the dwarf entered the kitchen area. "Greetings, brother," the shorter of the two smiled fondly, while Bilbo watched from the back, arms folded with displeasure. "Excuse me," before he might protest, someone knocked for the third time.

Bilbo practically stomped down the hall. Brows furrowed, he jerked open the door, and there before him stood two more dwarves. A blond and brunette, each young, each seemingly relieved to have arrived to the correct home. Once Fili had introduced himself, Kili gave a bow, "and Kili, at your service!"

Once the formalities were over with, Kili resumed his normal posture and offered a large, boyish smile. "You must be Mister Boggins!" And so Bilbo's stressful evening began.

[User]
"Fili", one of them says. He was the blonde, with sections of his hair braided in some places, along with a matching facial beard and mustache. By the looks of their physicality, the blonde was possibly the older one of the two. "At your service", Fili kept himself reserved and composed in his posture, right after he bowed in unison with his younger sibling. He kept himself tall and quiet, while his brother (excitedly) did the talking.

"It seems we're not late, little brother", Fili recalled as he observed Dwalin and Balin in the distance, behind the Hobbit before them. And with that, they brushed themselves passed Bilbo, as if they owned the place. "Careful with these, I just had them sharpened", he told the Hobbit before placing their weapons in his hands, including the blades he kept hidden in his person. As the first-born, and an idol, Fili always had a reputation to be weapon-ready, even if it means to protect his little brother at all costs.

[Assistant]
"It's nice, this place." Kili observed the home, the smile never leaving his features. "Did you do it yourself?" A hobbit home was very different from the homes he was used to. The ceiling was lower, for one thing, and it was really quite comfortable and warm. A welcomed change from the chill of outdoors.

"Uhm, no." Bilbo staggered under the weight of Fili's weaponry, and he was startled by the sight of it. Bilbo was not partial to swords, or anything of that nature. Too dangerous. "It's been in the family for years," he referred to his home, and to his great shock and annoyance, Kili wiped his boots off on the chest in the hallway.

"That's my mother's glory box! Could you please not do that?!" Had his hands been free, and had he been a few inches taller, Bilbo may have liked to strangle him for such carelessness. With an irritable huff, he set Fili's blades to the nearest chair, then stormed past them into the kitchen once again. Who knew what kind of chaos was taking place?

Kili removed his boot from the box, then watched as their host stomped off. Hobbits were really rather strange. "I'd say we made perfect time. Do you think Thorin has arrived yet?" The youngest wondered, as they'd taken separate roads. Thorin had other matters to settle first.

[User]
Fili didn't have to make an objection to their weapons being dropped onto the nearest surface, which the Hobbit had randomly thrown from his hands, and huffed away. Hearing his brother's question, he gave a sigh before patting his shoulder lovingly, clearly amused by his curious, boyish nature.

"I wouldn't get our hopes up yet, little brother. Uncle has his reasons; he will come", he reassured him, mainly to sustain his excitement for their journey. Fili let his hand go from his brother's being, before he spotted Dwalin approaching them.

"Fili, Kili, come on, give us a hand", the muscular dwarf told them before putting a hand on the younger lad's shoulder, leading him to the dining room. "Let's shove this in the hole, or otherwise we'll never get everyone in", Fili willingly followed.

[Assistant]
Kili longed to prove himself useful on the journey, and so at the mention of helping, he practically jumped at the chance. Dwalin was a dwarf he respected and often admired from afar; he was strong, scarred from previous battles, and very well respected. Everything that a dwarf should be, in the youngest's opinion.

"Mister Dwalin!" Kili smiled up to him, and the burlier of the two clasped a hand to his shoulder. With the other, he clasped Fili's. "Good to see you lads," he told both brothers, and from there he showed them an impressive collection of various brew. The drinks were stored in heavy kegs, ones that Kili was certain he and Fili could move.

In the distance, the prince could overhear Bibo's flustered speech and footsteps as he went from one place to the next. The poor hobbit seemed positively beside himself, for reasons Kili could not understand. "Excuse me, you haven't yet answered my questions!" For what felt the tenth time, Bilbo made an attempt to speak with Balin. The white haired dwarf was busy admiring his pantry of various vegetables and cheeses.

"And what questions might those be?" There was no sarcasm in his tone, Balin truly did wish to know, but right then there was another series of knocks at the doors. Bilbo's eyes narrowed dangerously, and if he hadn't control of himself, he may have said something rather unkind.

Again the hobbit went from the kitchen (he shot Fili and Kili a glower upon his passing) and into the front entry. "What is it now?!" Bilbo pulled open the door, and from there several dwarves fell into a heap at his bare feet.

[User]
Right after Bilbo opened the round, circular door, a bunch of dwarves fell through the doorway, and landed flat atop each other upon the floor. Behind them, the strange wizard he spoke to earlier, Gandalf the Grey was there, poking his head through the door, looking at Bilbo with hope, and a light shrug written on his face. That wasn't all...

A feminine face looked through the door at the Hobbit before them, who appeared to be looking at the wizard in exasperation, as if he knew that he was involved with this strange intrusion. Except this female appeared to be an elf...with curled horns being upon her head.

"I told you this was a bad idea", the female told the wizard next to her with a narrow of her apparent yellow-green eyes. She had straight, back-lengthed ashy-brown hair trailing down her back, along with a black cloak draped around her figure, trailing down to her feet.


[System]
Age: Unknown (Part of the mystery!)

Race: 'Gifted' human

A healthy, radiant complexion and brilliant emerald irises make for a pleasant first-glance at the woman. Though the lack of sun-starved, pale skin may leave one wondering if the woman isn't from some sunbathed region. The smooth accent rolling from her tongue indicates otherwise, though it is difficult to place.

Keen features add to the intensity of her gaze; high cheekbones and a sharp jawline furthering the appearance of ferocity that goes well beyond the woman's underlying wolfish nature.

Raven locks fall to her lower back--assuming the woman has actually let them loose. It's more often she's seen with her hair twisted into a careful knot or a neat ponytail.

The result of ceaseless, almost obsessive, training is difficult to conceal behind any given attire. Her thick frame is undoubtedly more muscle than fat--though it offers a contrast to the sharpness of her visage if one takes the time to note the curvature of her figure.

Few scars are visible on her form, though on the occasion they are it would seem the woman bears very few. Faint lines cross her chest diagonally, similar lines replicating the effect on her upper back. Nicks and slender markings are scattered over her flesh here or there, the lines having grown so faint it is difficult to take note of them at all.

She exudes confidence bordering on a cocky attitude. Every graceful step is taken with a sureness, a sense that the woman is never second-guessing where she's headed; even if it's simply to slip inside a tavern for an evening drink.

Elizabeth has an unusual set of powers. While she is known for her excellence in studying shadow oriented magics, her origin leaves her with the additional benefit of her God's blessing; sharp eyesight, a sensitive sense of smell, and a pair of canines that seem almost out of place though they are relatively small. Her athletic abilities are increased as a result of this blessing. (See history for further explanation!). She has training in acrobatics, necessary medicine (field medic), and maintains the ability to utilize materials to create curious little trinkets littered with magic that produced unusual results.

Throughout Elizbeth's form the glint of steel is noticeable.

- A total of 10 throwing blades rest at her thighs, three strapped to the outer thighs, two to the inner thighs. This protects those vital arteries as well as provides additional weapons!

- Two daggers are sheathed at her hips, carrying a curious, deep violet glow.

- The inside of her boots are lined with much smaller blades, far too small to be adequate weapons in combat. Each was coated with a carefully crafted poison.

- A flintlocke bearing ornate designs, elven in nature, remains holstered toward the back of her belt.

- A bag clearly impacted by magic carries far more than it should.

- Though her pauldrons are small in appearance, clever tinkering has lead to their lining... tubing that connects one pauldron to a canister concealed in the other. When activated it releases a gaseous neurotoxin.

- Hidden beneath her leather bracers is a spring activated blade (Assassin's Creed style yes, sue me!).

South of the primary human Kingdom of Peilos rests the much smaller, secluded Kingdom of Lyceum (lie-see-uhm). The walled in region is tucked away on the southern coast, buried in a sea of pines and everpresent fog. The constant rain makes it a least favorite destination on any tourists lists, and if that didn't scare off the average traveler, the stories very well might. The Lycians (lie-see-ahn) were a separate community of humans, defected from their primary peoples thousands of years prior to the culmination of the great war between the elves and the humans. Though it began as a religious community, the dedication of their priests brought them the gift of their god. He was known simply as 'the great wolf'. If he had a name, no one spoke it, and the rumors that trickled from the once open city were twisted and altered over time. The humans there had been granted exceptional strength and speed, their grace no less benefited from the blessing though they become a brutal foe. The grin of a Lycian offered a showcase of pearly white, deadly teeth. The signature of these "creatures" as they were now deemed, was the brilliant yellow coloration of their eyes.

Elizabeth overtly was nothing particularly special. With a heavy hood to hide her features, none would know she carried any such blessing. Dark leathers constantly adorned her form, the woman's choice of accessory always the glint of steel. She was but a simple traveler if she was allowed to keep that hood on. This comfort did not last.

In the beginning she was known only within the walls of her own home. An accomplished assassin, rising through the heavily corrupted ranks of her city. Having separated themselves with thick stone walls and heavy iron gates, the citizens of the region had become reclusive, and ultimately infighting had begun. Their newfound immortality (or so it is rumored) lead to the realization that none would pass on to allow another to inherit title, to work along the ladder of nobility through not only achievement but the death of others. Assassination was more than a carefully concealed profession within these walls, it was a lifeblood. The very essence of the city. It's recent history was bathed in blood.

It was no surprise then that during the war a curious letter found itself on Elizabeth's desk, a sophisticated loopy script detailing the events of the greater world beyond those gates, and the need for someone as talented as her. She left the safety of her walls, of the towering pines and constant storm clouds, only to find herself ostracized.

While her work in the war had earned her heavy praise from her allies, her enemies were far less keen, and those bright yellow eyes made it clear she was not 'pure' in her humanity. Her home likewise had turned, shutting their gates in the interest of maintaining their reclusive status, naming Elizabeth nothing short of a traitor to their tiny nation.

[User]
Lia's breathe puffed into the brisk morning air as magic crackles the atmosphere. Looking at Thornton, with her Amber eyes flashing, she whispered "Kaal, I hope so." Kaal being the Saadian fire God her people worship.

 Stepping into the ring of protection, Lia's hand trembled, and she shut her eyes against the world. She burrowed deep into her belly, coaxing the sleeping beast of her power awake. It unfurled it's head filled with ether and puffed smoke from it's enormous nostrils. Lia grinned a little, wanting to fully embrace her beast and more than a little excited to bring him out. She knew she should be fearful, but the fear never fully took root even after the beast had taken her body over and controlled her rather than the other way around. She just wanted to meld with him, but he did not let her yet. Yet.

 She crooked a finger at him, and stared straight into the depths of his ember eyes. To everyone else she looked as if she was standing there with her eyes closed, her tattoos slowly beginning to wriggle around her body. The swirl at her belly began to circle her belly button, faster as her body began to heat up. The tattoos began swirling and becoming angrier and redder by the moment. It looked as though the tattoos began to smolder lia's clothes.

 Inside her mind, she stared at the great beast that was her fire. She stared him down, and reached out to touch him. Just the barest touch, would be all that he let's her accomplish. When she made contact with his head, her hand gently resting, not moving a millimeter, she opened her real eyes and channeled him. Her mouth filled with smoke, like the beast, and her eyes changed to the same burning ember color, dancing in the light of the morning. The grass at her feet began to burn in seconds, the circle rapidly growing from her at the center. Her body began to vibrate with power, and she roared fire. The anger of the beast bubbled to the surface, and while she only had a hand in his head inside her, she could barely hold on. If she could keep the rage in check for just a moment, she could actually do.something with her power. The fire that escaped her was blue, hot but not white hot yet. She took a deep breathe and conjured that blue inferno, stilling it turning it solid with her mind, a deadly sphere, the steam from the water Thornton had put in the air did little to tampen the temperature of the fire. Lia conjured her water with her other hand. She ran a constant stream of water around the fire ball that still hung in mid air. Sweat trailed down her neck, she was honestly shocked the beast was being so....cooperative.

She conjured the water into a wall around Thornton. Hoping the darkness would protect him, she touched the fireball to the the wall of water. Instantly, the wall was gone. A surge of steam billowed everywhere, seemingly conjured of its own volition. It was her one harmless parlor trick. The only thing she had been able to attemot to master. This had been a success, other times it had ended in countless scalding. She closed her eyes and looked at the beast. He stood now, had pressed his giant paw to her hand. "No. No. Not yet. Please." The beast looked at her and she could see the moment he chose. His eyes hardened and he roared at her. She flinched and shut her eyes. This is where he takes over.
 He nudged her stomach with his about, right at the base of her tattoo, where her power lived, and took over.

 Her scream tore through her throat as her fire shot out from her hands, her tattoos, her mouth. She was lifted from the ground by the force of the expulsion. A blast of raw energy was tearing through her, and she needed to find him and cut it off. They could be like this for days. She scrambled for the strength and power to find him in her mind. When she found him he stood alone, snarling and roaring fire. She walked towards him and bent to her knees. As he stalked closer to her, presumably to wrest from her more of what ever they give each other. When he was close enough she reared up and grabbed him by the neck, scrambling onto his back, and snapping his neck. He passed out unconscious on the floor of her mind, she sighed in relief. This was the only way to shut it down once it started, he would he awake in a few hours and that was when she would have a hair trigger, her rage seemingly uncontrollable. She took a deep breathe and opened her eyes to the field around her. She began to take stock of any damage, when it started.

 Hundreds of birds and flying creatures fell to the ground. While they had protected the trees, they had overlooked anything flying over the manor directly above the source of the power. Lia stood, unfazed by the oddly delicious smelling pigeon that had landed next to her, cooked to a crisp well done, she'd say, and looked to Thornton. Her nostrils and mouth still puffing out black smoke, but atleast her tattoos had stopped moving.

[Assistant]
Florence heard the woman's footsteps as hey approached in the hall. Her eyes felt heavy on him.

'"Thortan is outside, in a clearing with another to begin training."'

The ladies words were offsetting. Florence already could feel her immense power coming from the manor. He could feel the darkness in his bones. He wondered if only three people were in the manor. He was beginning to calculate his next moves.

Would Florence need to incapacitate this woman? He could feel a power from her as well. A deep and strengthened power.

As he began to formulate a plan in his head, he waited for the opportune moment to grab his knife and try to attack this woman as soon as possible. Just a split-second before He went to grab his knife a blood-curdling scream rang throughout the manor. Florence felt the explosion of magical energy from the youngest source of magic in the nearby area.

What in he hell was that? Florence though to himself.

Looking back at the woman quickly, "We'll have to skip the formal introductions, I sense an uncontrolled magic in the backyard that could be dangerous."

[User]
"My, my, little firefly indeed. That was simply perfect, marvelous, beautiful. But why hesitate?? It looked like you were just about to reach some pivotal and than you pulled away. Did you get scared, or angry?? Like I said before, fire can also come from a place of love. A blinding white hot ember, nestled in your heart. Filled with the care and desire, and hopes of all those close to you." As Thortan said this, the area around him steamed, his body smoked and a small flame built around him.

"If you fear the flame, you will never get burned, but you shall never be warm either. Fire has always been a temperamental element, always wild, like a board or a bull. It will always test, it's limits seeking a release, and if you give in to it's anger it will burn everything around you to cinders and ash. But if you nurture it, stoke it just right, and show the savage beast it's respect, it is a highly useful tool." As he spoke the flames around Thortan grew, they took shape into a mighty dragon that leapt from the dark elf's shoulders and took flight around the clearing. After it's lap it changed into a giant bull and charged Thortan down. It smacked him in his chest as he threw his arms around it. When the excess flame cleared a cat of fire lay in his cradled arms. Its crackling mimicing the sound of a purr.

"My dear little Firefly, if you keep fearing the destructive power inside you, than you shall never get to know it's warmer gentler touch. Despite the instinct to fight, this time I want you to use your power and while you do so, think of Grandma Tal, or someone else you care deeply for. And whatever you do, don't flinch like last time. I promise the results will be drastically different." A shadow rose from the ground in the shape of a chair, Thortan carefully took a seat and waited to see what the desert elf would do this time.

[Assistant]
There was a quiet moment where Liz seemed keenly aware that the newest guest was doing some rapid thinking, and though she'd not twitched toward a blade or some sort of move, the woman had remained rigid in her posture. She was analyzing him constantly, even as he commented on the magic outside. The cloak she'd arrived in was still dangling about her shoulders, though opened just enough that her leathers were visible. Shadows slithered over the surface of her armor beneath that cloak, like little black snakes weaving over her form. It was in preparation to disappear, yet the act had never come to fruition.

She finally took a step back, nodding. "There is a desert elf outside, gifted with significant strength in fire magic, it would seem. I did mention there was training, did I not?" She tilted her head at him curiously, perhaps a moment of that wolf-like behavior peeking through. She finally let her eyes waver from him to turn around, one hand waving over her shoulder. "Come and see, but do not interrupt. Thortan is capable of containing her." She stated it simply, there was no question. Assuming he followed, she lead him outside to the clearing where the training was taking place.


[System]
Age: 24
Height: 6'-0"
Weight: 170lbs
Allegiance: Aspirian Royalty
Distinguishing Traits: Wherever the party is, Cas is bound to be there also. He's a free spirit with a tendency to act without thinking through the consequences, although due to his cushioned upbringing and high status, he rarely has to face them. Despite his wild lifestyle, however, he has a soft side and has been known for taking in stray and injured animals he finds in the streets of the capital city.

Short Bio: As the son of the reigning king, Atlas Maydestone, Caspian has lived the entirety of his life in the capital of Aspiria. He was born with a silver spoon in hand, enjoying the finest luxuries the country had to offer even when he was as young as five years old. This experience shaped him as a person. He grew up seeing the glass half-full and believing Aspiria was every bit as perfect and amazing as his father wanted him to think it was.

As a child, he spent most of his education being groomed to take over as the next king but never really took his future duties seriously. In his mind, it was so far off, there was no reason to worry about it. That is, until his father's health took a sudden decline when he turned eighteen. Suddenly slapped in the face by the reality that he was actually going to be the next leader of an entire country, he began to pay more attention to his teachers and did his best to understand all the different jobs he would have when his father died. However, the more he studied, the more he realized how unqualified he was for such an important role.

To deal with his rising sense of insecurity, Cas delved back into any and every social event he could find around the capital city. Partying and drinking with friends took the edge off his fears and helped him to forget about the impending future of his kingship. Deep down, he knew his coping strategy wouldn't change anything, but for now, it was good enough to keep him from getting absorbed in the weight of it all. He would just continue to put it off until he had to face it, the same way he handled the Scourge.

The rebellion (better known as the Scourge by everyone who lived in the capital) was the other big, glaring problem he tried not to think about. To make the enemies seem less imposing, he and his friends would make crude jokes about them and discuss all the creative ways the king could punish them for treason when they were eventually defeated by the state, but secretly, he was always on the lookout for anyone who seemed suspicious. As the crown prince of Aspiria, he'd heard the threats the rebels spat about himself and his family, and he was concerned about what could happen if they ever managed to get inside the stronghold walls.

He just hoped the military was strong enough that he would never have to find out.

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[User]
Yeah, right, Cas thought bitterly when Iris began acting like she was sorry for what she'd done. It was unforgiveable, but he didn't believe for a second that she actually felt any remorse for what she had done. It was all just part of the game she was playing. She was pretending to be ashamed, so he would think she was someone he could confide in when the reality was that she had been his enemy from the very beginning. He wasn't going to fall for her manipulations a second time. When he'd trusted her in the capital, he'd gotten himself abducted. He didn't even want to know what would happen if he let her play with his heart while they were in the Scourge's territory. For his own safety, he continued to watch her with a keen eye, refusing to allow himself to empathize with the pain on her face so she couldn't get to him.

As she went on, he fought the urge to scoff. He already knew that not all the citizens outside of the capital were terrorists, but the rebels were, by definition, enemies of the crown. He was a Maydestone, so he was the crown. Even if the Scourge tricked the common people into believing that they had their best interests at heart, they were openly hostile to the high borns and the royals at the top of the upper echelon. Ethan had said they were going to kill him too. He wasn't going to buy into their crap that they were actually good people just because she had brought him enough food and water to stay alive. That wasn't how it worked.

"Maybe you're not, but your boyfriend is," he muttered, wrinkling his nose as he pictured the cruel smile that had twisted Ethan's face when he'd said that the rebels were going to kill him. Even though he'd sentenced two people to death just a few days ago, he wasn't so heartless that he would have delivered the news with a grin. Only psychopaths were that sadistic.

When Iris lifted her arm, he glanced at her briefly. For a second, he'd thought he saw something on her wrist, but it was so dark in the room that he couldn't tell. He considered it for a second longer before he shrugged it off as a shadow and was distracted by her assertion that her feelings for him had been real. Here we go again, he sighed, bending one leg slightly to bring his knee to his chest. However, he quickly remembered that his feet were supposed to be bound, and he snapped his leg back down on the ground before she could tell that the rope wasn't actually tied to anything.

"You keep saying you're sorry and that you didn't mean to hurt me, but tell me something," he looked up at her with distrust in his eyes. His stomach begged him to dive for the food and water at her feet, but he wouldn't move until he had answers. "Why were you in the capital to begin with? If you're related to the leader of this whole damn rebellion, I can't imagine you were just there for sightseeing. What were you really doing there if you didn't mean to kidnap me?"

[Assistant]
My boyfriend is? Perhaps Ethan is, he can be a bit rough. Glancing to her wrist as she touched the small finger bruises that had developed, a part of her had a feeling that this had happened before. He isn't my boyfriend anymore, maybe I dodged a bullet on that one. It was strange how she felt, a part of her didn't understand it fully as she was still piecing her memories and thoughts together. It was nice however to be in a familiar setting, she was remembering more each day so hopefully she would feel somewhat normal again in a couple of days.

"I was there to kill you; I was sent to assassinate your family." She could see the distrust in his eyes, and she didn't blame him one bit, especially after what had happened. "Had I not smacked my head against that rock and lost who I was we may have met in different circumstances, me being executed for treason." She knew she would not have gotten anywhere near to kill him, not with the security they had and deep down in her heart she knew she wouldn't be able to kill anyone. Iris could have lied; said she was there under different circumstances but what else could happen? She had broken their trust, their relationship and being honest was the best way to go. She had nothing else to lose.

"But… you have to understand, that's how I was raised. I was raised to believe that your family did not care about us. That the people who lived outside of the Capital were dirt, just as you have been raised to believe that we are terrible people… well there are some who are terrible I guess." Rambling slightly as she shook her head, "You get my point there, we have both been raised differently to believe different things. We have both witnessed different things and been exposed to different things. I'm by no means justifying my actions."

Sighing to herself she knew something she had remembered whilst she couldn't sleep last night, the full truth about her mother. The photo of her mother than was on her bedside table had triggered it. "I told you the rebellion had something to do with my mother's death, right? Well we don't get much access to food here or medicine, sometimes even water and she always spent her life trying to help others. She'd take care of the sick, the injured but sadly she had gotten ill herself. Cancer. Something the Capital could have cured, could have helped with. My father begged, pleaded to arrange a way to pay, but well. She's no longer with us."

Looking away as she pushed herself up onto her feet she glanced back at Cas, "And no I'm not saying this for sympathy, nor to make you feel bad for me. I'm saying this so you understand how differently our lives compared. She was the reason it sparked a rebellion, the people loved her here and it broke my father who had worked hard to provide for the family. It caused the rebellion my father leading it. He… has never been the same."

"IRIS, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU PLAYING AT. DISCUSSING THINGS WITH HIM." A booming voice roared as the door to the basement slammed open. "I am so disappointed with you. Showing him kindness. He would not have showed you the same kindness in return." Spitting his words as he looked between his daughter and the Prince in the cell. Storming down into the basement he glared at his daughter, an empty bottle of beer in his hand as you could see the rage in his eyes. It was clear this man was broken, angry and somewhat drunk.

[User]
Caspian had been the one to prompt her for an answer, but when Iris said she had been sent to kill him, he looked away from her with a pained expression. There were a lot of different thoughts running through his head. Firstly, he couldn't believe he'd taken his assassin into his care. Even though it hadn't been his intention, he'd put himself and his father in danger by trusting that she was a high born despite the fact that he'd found her on the edge of the city and that she had no form of identification to prove that she wasn't an intruder. It would have been safer to follow Atlas's instructions and have her sent to a cell until the guards figured out who she was. But no. Instead of doing the logical thing, he'd had to go and play hero and welcome her into the home she would have otherwise had to break into to do her job.

Alongside that realization, he also felt manipulated. She may have lost her memories for a while, but by the time he'd confessed that he liked her, she had known she there to kill him. Yet she'd still indulged him and let him believe there was something between them. He hated how easily she'd been able to string him along, while he hadn't even considered the possibility that she'd been lying. He had been so blinded by infatuation and the conviction that she was a high born that he'd walked right into her trap.

Some leader I'm turning out to be, he thought bitterly. If he was able to escape or if the soldiers found him before the rebels killed him, he was going to be much more careful in the future. He owed it to himself and to his father to be a better ruler who wouldn't put Aspiria in jeopardy with his unrealistic beliefs that most people were good. Once he was back in the safety of the mansion, he was going to take his training much more seriously.

As Iris went on to explain herself by talking about the way she had been raised, Cas said nothing. Aside from the fact that he didn't want to talk to her anymore, he was also tired of hearing the Scourge's excuses for trying to dismantle the monarchy. He knew they thought his family was corrupt, and he knew they thought they were just for causing an uproar, but it didn't change the reality that they were in the wrong. It was frustrating to hear both Ethan and Iris talk about their cause as if it wasn't the source of all the suffering happening in their country.

He managed not to look her in the eyes until she brought up her mother. At the revelation that she had lost her life to cancer, he looked up with a mixture of hesitation and surprise. Fail-proof treatments and vaccines had been invented to treat that disease decades ago, so it was hard for him to believe that someone had died because of it recently. However, there was no sign of dishonesty on her face. He squirmed, unsure what to think. At the very least, her mother's case was worth looking into to find out why she hadn't been treated for her illness. If—when—he returned to the capital, he would have to remember to ask around for an obituary.

"I know words won't bring your mother back, but I'm sorry," he said earnestly. Having lost his own mother a few years ago, he understood what she was going through. He parted his lips to go on, but before he could, he flinched at the thunder of an angry voice. As the door flew open, he turned toward the opening, squinting against the light that came through from the other side. The silhouette of a man stood at the top of the stairs, but it wasn't Ethan this time.

The stranger marched down into the room, and Cas studied him silently, unable to place who he was looking at. He'd never seen this guy before, but it had to be someone from the rebellion. Whoever he was, the rage in his voice made the hairs on the back of the prince's neck stand up, and he sat tensely, hoping this wasn't going to be his next guard. He'd already had enough of Ethan. He didn't need to put up with this man too.


[System]
이곳에 이런 방식으로 작성해주시면 됩니다.
작성 중 질문이 있다면 OOC에 올려주세요.

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에르 하나

정체성:
(에르 하나)는 (우아한) (글레이브)이며 (기적을 일으킨다)

성별:
여

나이:
21세

특성치 역량:
1. 힘 역량 (14/14) 힘 재능 (1)
2. 속력 역량 (13/13) 속력 재능 (1)
3. 지성 역량 (8/8) 지성 재능 (0)

분발:
한 행동당 1번

사이퍼 휴대제한:
2개

기능:
1. 균형잡기와 조심스러운 움직임이 필요한 일들 (익숙)
2. 몸을 사용하는 공연예술관련 (익숙)
3. 모든 종류의 속력 방어 (익숙)

특수능력:
1. 갑옷숙련- 힘, 속력 저하 패널티 2완화
2. 무기숙련- 어떤 무기도 사용
3. 후려치기(힘1)- 피해 -1, 상대는 1라운드 동안 불리한 쪽으로 난이도 1단계.
4. 찌르기(힘1)- 근거리 공격. 날이 있는 무기라면 피해 +1
5. 치유의 손(지성1)- 난이도2. 지성판정. 대상의 특성치 역량 하나를 1d6점 회복. 같은 대상을 연속으로 치료할 때마다 난이도는 한 단계씩 높아짐. 대상이 10시간 휴식하고 나면 난이도는 다시 2로 떨어짐. 행동.

장비 및 소지품:
1. 레이피어(소형무기)
2. 대검(중형무기)
3. 브리건딘(보통갑옷)
4. 탐험가의 배낭

돈(쉰)
5쉰

장갑:
2

공격:
1. 레이피어(소형무기)-공격 난이도 1단계 하락. 피해:2
2. 대검(중형무기)- 피해:4

사이퍼:
1. 주사기형태의 분노가스통(Lv6)- 단거리투척. 호흡하고 사고가능한 생명체는 가장 가까운 생물을 공격 (6라운드 지속)
2. 손에 드는 장치 형태의 운동은폐장- 28시간 동안, 움직임을 감지하거나 추적하는 장치에 탐지 안 됨. 소나같은 감각을 사용하는 생물은 이쪽을 보지 못함.

아티팩트와 신기품:
1. 신기품-발동시키면 1분간 없어졌다가 같은 자리에 다시 나타나는 입방체

출신배경:
에르 하나의 스승은 매우 존경받는 사람이었다. 스승은 에르 하나를 좋은 제자로 여기지만 적도 많았다.
에르 하나가 맡을 일에는 보상이 걸려 있다. 에르 하나는 돈이 필요하다. 적에게 습격당해 큰 부상을 입은 스승을 위해 수술비를 마련하기 위해서다.
에르 하나와 함께 다니는 이들 중 하나는 그녀를 구세주라고 의심한다. 에르 하나는 그들의 의심을 눈치 챘지만 모르는 체 한다. 사실은 몹시 부담스럽다.

등급:
1등급 글레이브

경험치:
0

부상트랙:
건강(ㅇ) / 중상(x) / 치명상(x)

회복판정:
1d6+1

현재 회복 필요 시간:
행동 하나(ㅇ) / 10분(x) / 1시간(x) / 10시간(x)

[User]
(음... 일단 달콤한 고기를 먼저 들려야 점박이 셰스키에서 마음놓고 편하게 쉬다 올 수 있겠지? 달콤한 고기를 먼저 들려야겠다)

"넵! 벼락만큼 빠르게 다녀 오겠습니다!"

[Assistant]
테일은 플레처에게 그렇게 대답한 뒤, 두 배달 꾸러미를 챙겨 '잡화점'을 떠났다.

정육점 겸 빵집인 '달콤한 고기'는 카리온 로(路)에 있었다.
2층 건물 양쪽엔 파스텐 마을의 약국과 보석상이 자리잡았다.

오전 11시 15분경,
테일이 '달콤한 고기'에 도착했을 때 그곳에선 구수한 빵 냄새가 퍼져나오고 있었다.

가냘픈 몸매의 중년 여인이 빵 바구니를 들고서 가게 앞에 나왔다.
정육점을 운영하는 아베케의 반려자이자 빵집을 담당하는 세르와였다.

테일은 보았다.
세르와가 바구니에서 갓 구운 빵을 꺼내 가게 앞의 매대에 진열하기 시작하는 모습을.

(이제 테일은 어떻게 하나요?)

[User] "아주머니! 잡화점에서 배달 왔어요. 아베케 아주머니 계세요?"

[Assistant]
"어머, 테일 아니니?" 세르와가 테일을 반갑게 맞이해주었다.
여인은 가게 안쪽을 가리켰다. "달링이라면 오늘도 여전하지. 안쪽에서 고기를 썰고 있어. 그런데 달링은 왜...?
아참, 테일. 일하느라 힘들지? 이거 갓 구운 페이스트리 머핀인데, 먹어보지 않으련?"

세르와는 사람 좋게 웃으면서, 테일에게 고기가 끼워진 먹음직스러운 빵을 내밀었다.

[User]
"아, 감사합니다. 마침 점심때라 출출했어요. 역시 아주머니 빵은 맛있네요.

아, 아베케 아주머니께 배달할 물건이 있어서요. 언제나처럼 제가 직접 왔죠."

[Assistant]
"후후, 먹성도 좋지." 테일이 먹는 모습을 보며 세르와가 미소지었다.
그녀가 말을 이었다. "그러고 보니 달링이 플레처 씨한테 주문한 게 있다고 했었지..."

세르와는 '달콤한 고기'의 안쪽을 가리켰다. "네가 직접 가져다 주렴. 돈은 아마 미리 치렀을 거야.
내가 전해주고 싶어도 아직 빵 진열이 안 끝났거든. 그럼 부탁해." 라면서 세르와는 눈웃음을 보냈다.