[System]
Nickname/Alias: Fourth

Age: Unknown, presumed 13

Gender: Female

Appearance:

Biography:
 Much of Shion's past is unknown due to various circumstances beyond our control. However, what we have been able to piece together of her early life indicates that it is highly likely that she was a subject of an experiment similar to that of the Dark May Project. While no records exist of such a project, the likelihood is high. What records of her life do exist show that she was a Child Error who was found alone by members of Judgement in District 19 at the presumed age of five. Simple testing showed that she had a much higher than average knowledge base for someone her age and that she has the barest hint of an ability, barely even Level 1. Interviews with the girl revealed that she had few memories leading up to her being found, and what she did remember strongly supports the theory that she was experimented on by an unknown group within Academy City. According to the reports filed on the incident, she was found wearing a broken electronic bracelet baring the number four on its face and with what appeared to be a broken IV needle on its opposite side.
 After being discovered her background check was unable to reveal any familial information, leading her to be placed under the care of an orphanage for several years. While there her ability slowly developed to the point that it was noticed by the caretakers and she began basic testing for the purpose of discovering and improving her ability. During her time at the orphanage she was able to quickly learn whatever she was taught with the sole exception of history, which she seemed to have no end of trouble with. Her precociousness led her to partially learning and then abandoning several instruments that the orphanage has available for their older charges. By age eight she had found herself helping the caretakers with the younger children, something that they greatly appreciated and began paying her small amounts for. According to them, the only three items she ever bought were a portable music player and two pair of headphones.
 At age eleven, despite being a Child Error with only a year of attendance at formal education and being a year too young to officially do so, she successfully passed the entrance exam for Kirigaoka Girls' Academy. This year her official rank was raised to Level 3 due to her performance is the System Scan and marks her first year at Kirigaoka Girls' Academy in District 18. She is only able to attend due to a rather generous scholarship she received upon the Academy's discovery of her System Scan results, as well as a nearly perfect score on the entrance exam. She quickly obtained the title of "Fourth" due to a combination of her KGA Level Ranking, her name, and the fact that she told the story of how she was found when introducing herself in class. While it is used both affectionately and maliciously by many of her fellow students, she has no particular opinion on the name.

Personality:
 Shion is something of a mixed bag of emotions. While she has no-one that she would call a "friend," there are several girls in her class who consider her one and each of them know exactly when to avoid interacting with her moodiness. The most obvious facets of her personality are her strange sense of humor and her tendency to either be extremely extroverted or, more commonly, extremely introverted and reflective. She is slow to anger when provoked but will easily fly into a rage at her own inner thoughts, and though this is rarely directed at anyone in particular, any who cross her path too closely at such a time will find themselves a target. Due to her stunted youth and frantic childhood she has few truly applicable social skills. One could surmise her general attitude as "somewhat cranky," a fact not helped by her unusual sleep schedule. She often stays up well past any reasonable hour of night listening to or writing music.
 She has a somewhat unhealthy obsession with snakes and an equally unhealthy hatred of insects which have only grown with time. Given the chance she would gladly spend her days in the company of as many snakes as physically possible, simply watching them in their day to day lives. A possible cause of these obsessions is that at age ten she was diagnosed with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder which manifests itself as many odd quirks and a irrational fear of dirt and grime.
 Shion has a notably strange way of speaking, referring to herself with "boku" rather than "watashi" for unknown reasons. She has no interest in changing this habit.
 She is a fan of mostly early 21st century music, most notably western music and vocaloid generated music, something she finds fascinating. She considers it incredibly useful that people who may otherwise not be able to make music can with said programs. Thanks to this, she knows a small amount of english, though not enough to hold a conversation and so little that she does not know the correct usage of most words or phrases, only knowing them in context of the songs. She has no real specific taste when it comes to western music, but she tends to dislike songs about partying or romance.
 To Shion, "interesting" is the highest form of praise. She dislikes boring and tedious things, but anything that can catch her interest will find itself near constantly under her observation.

Esper Power:
 Cryokinesis, coded under "Ice Age." Academy City rating Level 3; Kirigaoka Girls' Academy rating Level 4.
 Removal of heat energy from an area and generation of frozen material. (Most often run of the mill ice.) The process by which this happens is still undergoing study as the ability develops. Unlike standard cryokinesis, frozen material is not only created from the surrounding elements, but also often seemingly appears from nothing. The only material generated entirely not from surrounding material seems to be H2O ice. Studies of the ability's effect on heat energy have resulted in both dispersion and removal of heat from the closed system of the testing environment.
 This ability has a strong tend to shift from more easily altering heat within an area to more quickly and solidly generating frozen material when Shion is placed under duress. In such situations the tendency appears to be both rapid generation of H2O ice and the solidification of elements in the air simultaneously. Often the present elements from a sort of frame that the H2O is then built from, though this process is nearly instantaneous, further suggesting that Shion has little, if any, understanding of how her own ability actually functions.

Skills:
 - Singing
 - Intermediate skill with several instruments
 - Intermediate survival techniques
 - Surprisingly potent street-fighting

Ambition:
 Shion's only goals in life are to learn about her past, make music, and surround herself in as many interesting things and people as possible. While she wishes to uncover the secrets of her early life, she makes little effort to do so, considering it something not likely possible and therefor not worth her time despite how much she wishes to know.

Extra:
 She is almost always wearing headphones. In the rare case that she is not, she is almost certainly in a foul mood. She is also a fan of Gekota, though specifically the standard version almost exclusively. She still collects rare versions of merchandise, but only because of their rareness rather than for the item itself.

[User]
Sinatra

Nngh.

The couch felt like sandpaper. ... No, actually, that was sandpaper. Pinned between her cheek and the couch. When did that...? Right, she'd fallen asleep building Exia. That explained the dreams... She'd have to make a mental note to revisit the potential of GN technology. One day. Once her current projects were done. Which would be forever, but maybe the tech'd be there by then. It was way too early for this anyway.

Slowly, Umeko cracked one eye open. Then the other. Something was still off. She hadn't been by herself when she fell asleep. So where did the Irish bastard go... A yawn, and the first stages of movement. She propped herself up enough to take a quick look around the apartment. No immediate signs. Her Exia was on the table, though, looked like she'd made some good progress there. But no sign of the Irishman. So she cocked her head a little, listening closer, and there was the answer; the shower was running. He hadn't taken one the night before, undoubtedly he'd gone to take one this morning instead. And he wasn't back yet, so she couldn't be too far behind in terms of waking up. Brennan'd be back when he was done. In the meantime, she really needed something to drink. Mouth felt as dry as the sandpaper. Milk should be in the fridge...

The Japanese girl stretched with another yawn, and slowly pushed herself to her feet. First, she glanced at the table; the pieces assembled looked good. The last couple were a little rough around the nub marks, she started to doze off while sanding she guessed, but nothing she couldn't fix up a little later. First she needed something to drink. Once upon a time she would've worried about making noise, but now she couldn't if she tried. Her bare feet padded silently across the apartment floor towards the kitchen, while Umeko tried to blink the sleep out of her eyes. Tea would be necessary, soon. Or coffee. Something caffeinated. But that would come after. She sleepily pulled the fridge open, grabbed her carton with the other hand, and idly poured a glass. Carton was getting light, she'd need to make a grocery run later. She had a headache, after last night. What a bizarre turn of events. Definitely something not to try and puzzle out before she finished waking up.

"Brennan," She called out, sipping from the glass and glancing towards the bathroom at the end of the hall. He could probably hear her. He had good hearing. "We're going to need a grocery run. More Musashino. And cereal."

[Assistant]
"Ye."

Brennan emerged from the bathroom at the head of a column of steam. He had mostly dressed already, wearing dark-colored jeans and a black-and-indigo striped t-shirt that looked slightly snug against his muscular frame. His black hair looked as though it had been towel-dried rather lazily, but his teeth already looked like they'd been brushed obsessively half a dozen times. Brennan liked to try and make his grin glint.

He ambled towards the apartment's kitchen, ruffling Umeko's hair as he walked past her and leaned with his back to the counter beside her hand.

"We'll run out dis morn. I 'ave some shit I wanna get done anyway." Brennan reached around the otaku's cereal bowl and pried the carton out of her hand, finishing the glass-and-a-half or so worth of milk remaining in the container before peering into it with one eye. "Shit. We are lookin' a lil' light."

[User]
It wasn't every day you came across a corpse on the ground in the middle of the night.

It also wasn't every day your phone blew up and got you in a hospital.

After being taken to the hospital, Bang was surprised to find that his body had not been blown apart at the face of an explosion. He would've been rather interested in that aspect had it not been for the fact that he also hurt everywhere.

He eventually left with a cast for his left arm. It was weird, considering his right hand had been unable to move and his left hand had at least twitched, yet it turned out that it was his left that had been hurt the most. Aside from that, he had been extremely lucky.

But even he knew luck wouldn't always save people. One bad day could've had him dead.

Staring at the ceiling of his living room, Bang went over his train of thoughts for about the fourth time that day. He could technically make the whole experience a mini novel or something, but that sounded more terrifying than anything, so he decided to just take a break. His friend insisted him on doing so.

Well, perhaps he should hit the groceries some time eventually. If he was going to stay in the house for a bit more, he might as well stock up for it. Cooking was going to be a bit harder, but it wasn't like he cooked some kind of masterpiece every day. Simple stuff would do.

[Assistant]
Hazama, Harumi

---

Once again, she was in the undeveloped part of the district. It wasn't a place she went to without reason, and while she was very sure she can outrun most Skillouts, Harumi can't help but still feel rather apprehensive every time she was here.

As expected the same group of Skillouts was still there in the unused warehouse. One of them started before recognizing her as Harumi came closer.

"Oh? Ain't it the little investigator?" A large man pushed himself off a table slightly, enough to get a look at her without leaving his card game. "Need something?"

"I'm scared." She spoke suddenly. "I need something to protect myself with, Gruber."

There must have been a change in her expression as she said that, as the man's expression hardened. Sighing, he stood up, his expression unreadable as he leaned closer to her. "Oh? What happened?"

"I'm afraid of the high levels." Harumi started. "There have been a rise in the case of them bullying lo-"

"I'm not interested in your 'stories'." Gruber cut her short, staring her right in the eye. "Again, what happened? You, of all people, wouldn't resort to this at the mere mention of high levels bullying the weak."

Closing her eyes for a moment, Harumi weighted her options. Without a doubt, telling them what she knew might lead to her story having less impact when rumours inevitably circulate, or worse, stolen from under her nose, but there was no real reason for her to keep it from these guys as well. Rumours coming from Skillouts wouldn't be have much credibility behind them to the average person in Academy City after all. Also, what did he mean by 'you of all people'? She did break into some places and got in trouble for it, and she did try to masquerade as a student in Tokiwadai to flush out that level 5's secrets but she wasn't some sort of delinquent.

"Very well. The truth it is." Harumi met his gaze. "I've witnessed a murder, and I'm afraid they may come after me next."

***

Harumi walked out of that place, trying hard not to look suspicious, handling her bag like it had a bomb in it. It was fortunate that they only asked her to tell them everything she has on the incident. Perhaps Gruber felt it would threaten the people who did not have powers of their own? No matter his reason, at least her money was safe; she was prepared to spend it all for something to help her defend herself. Harumi suspected the fact she wasn't one of those people with higher levels also played a part.

What she did not expect, however, for them to give her a revolver with the serial numbers filed off, as well as a box of ammo. He did mention that people were still people even with all their abilities, and no one could outrun a bullet. Though when she asked about those few who could render guns useless, he just shrugged and said "Then you're already dead if any people of that caliber targets you."

[User]
 Shion found herself at the hospital, having followed the injured boy as he was transferred there, reading a mostly obscure internet tabloid that she followed for the unintentional comedy of the "journalist." Apparently said "journalist" was better than Shion had thought, since there was already a story about the body she had seen an older boy bring back to the injured boy's location. Perhaps she was there and I just missed her? I doubt it was that other girl...
 After the boy was let out she decided to follow him as he went home. It didn't take long until she made it there and began standing outside, waiting for him to eventually come outside.


[System]
Age: 40.
Race: Ogre.

Appearance:

Ugroth stands at 11'5" slightly above average for members of his settlement and weighs in at a hefty 700lbs. He also wears a large, thick fur pelt from one of his former companion, a rather powerful bear, as a token of remembrance but also for comfort in particularly cold areas.

Personality: Ugroth for the most part is quite a stoic character not much for getting worked up over much unless its quite serious or something he is passionate about. He maintains an intelligence slightly above the average human commoner, quite the feat for an ogre but not unheard of, which often tends to surprise some of the other races he meets. He tends towards patience and restraint rather than brutish violence though he is more than capable of providing it in spades when the need arises. Being as large as he is the ogre is rather considerate when possible to the smaller or weaker races though he doesn't underestimate they're abilities to do good or bad towards him or his kind.

Abilities: Ugroth is a keen hunter of the northern mountains, tundra/boreal forest, and the snowy wastes though he has hunted elsewhere. His good vision and patience allows him to wait for an opportune moment to strike rather than a hasty attack which is quite the benefit when the prey is often more than capable of defending themselves from equally dangerous natural predators. He is well practiced in the use of both manufactured and improvised projectiles for hunting as well as war purposes if need be showing great skill for an ogre in such matters. For long trips into the wilderness he learned the woodsman's craft for surviving in the harsh terrain when in the forests while he has learned over time several other tricks to survive wherever his game does as well. Like all of his race he shares the incredible strength and fortitude that comes with being an ogre though being large hosts many problems of its own.

Salvaged Item: Ugroth kept hold of his simple hunting axe, mostly for chopping wood or the occasional tough boned animal.

Ugroth Moklib was born while the ogres were still roving nomads on a trek north looking for lands to sustain them with less hostilities surrounding them. His father, Lakrogoth, was often quite busy coordinating the band's warriors with his leader and commander but he made time to be with his two sons and daughter when possible where as his mother, Penlithesh, was who the children spent the most time with. He was the younger of the two brothers often having little competitions with his older sibling between learning how to fight, build, or hunt/gather from both parents and other relatives. Working with the animals and hunting seemed to suit the young ogre well though he had much to learn still about the wilds around them. A well known woodsman took Ugroth under his wing as the younger showed more promise teaching him as best he could the lifestyle and the dangers of such a profession but there was no dissuading the up and coming hunter.

He was still rather young during the time of his settlement's namesake leader's reign and was one of the older children sheltered inside of the wagon fort when the battle took place. Both he and his brother took to throwing rocks, javelins, or whatever else could cause harm at the humans and/or dwarves from the safety of the fortification. Whether or not it accomplished much it was an empowering thing join in with some of the elders who did much the same thing with a great deal more skill. Despite the little moment of glory it was a day of grieving for all of them but the honor of they're people was served by the now hero Ogtanash who would leave them to continue the same cause, a note that struck true with Urgoth's older brother who had always wanted to be a renowned warrior like his father and Lugresh. When his father took up the mantle of leader they saw less of each other though he was always given encouragement to do what he wished so long as he did it well and with honor which has colored the younger ogre to this day.

As such he has made it his mission in life to become a master of the wilds among ogres and possibly beyond if he can manage. Up until recently it has seen most of his focus gaining him good name among the ogres for his deeds which has followed him to the other settlements where he decided to travel to in an attempt to learn of the lands and creatures. His father sent him a message of the proposition and there was little chance Ugroth was going to decline the chance to explore a new wilderness so the ogre did the only thing he could do, make the trek to Lezan to meetup with the rest of his fellow travelers and board the Arrowhead for the new land.

Nation of Origin: The Lugresh Settlement.

Nation Lore: The Lugresh ogres have been moving around the continent for a long time in nomadic bands and only in recent years have they begun to settle down, they live an upwards of two to three hundred years though few reach this age and those that do are heavily respected. Some of the individuals or families have taken up residence in the forest or plains, even a small one the fringes of the desert attesting to the group's ability to settle most anywhere given time, the other groups being the Kordash, Mortagash, and Frengal settlements respectively though smaller groups can be found separate from these three. They preferred being on the move as during the wars staying long enough to keep themselves fed often became difficult though unless desperate the group would keep moving for better picking and if not the safety of local towns was not at all guaranteed. There were few qualms about retaliatory attacks against any and all aggressors by the ogre band as a whole with every individual trained to fight from childhood alongside other important tasks. The counter offensives by the large beings tended to leave whole lines of men dead or scattered from the thunderous charge of a couple columns of warriors.

Whether raiding of towns occurred or not often depended on how severe the initiating attack was but the ogres seemed quite proficient at it or even razing whole offending towns. This mentality of self protection from the other races seemed to get the picture across to many that just letting them pass by was far safer than actually attempting a fight with them as if the ogres figured they were being followed they would set up rudimentary but effective traps to convince the pursuers to turn back. They however were not against trade so when the rare deal appeared it was always taken into consideration provided it was an acceptable one for both sides. Ogre laborers and mercenaries could also be found among the other nations in the continent occasionally and though not always looked upon kindly they're usefulness was hard to turn down despite the fee attached to them. They were only involved in one major battle having gotten caught between two armies, one of dwarves and one of humans, over a mountain pass which the dwarves were less than willing to give up. Ogres and humans have rarely gotten along in most cases and the dwarves had yet to make any real opinions of the big folk though they were unknowingly trespassing near a city entrance under an overhanging cliff so it was not something that could be let go.

Lugresh Akorlig was the current and most successful leader of the time had attempted a parley with both sides initially though it was more of a hope than an expectation of actual talking. He assembled the best of his warriors, himself and a couple others clad in full scale armor which was exceedingly rare at the time, prepared themselves for a bloody defense of the most direct route for both opposing forces while the rest defended the sides of the wagon camp which had become akin to a fortification when locked together. There was a great amount of pressure against the ogres but they refused to give ground for a second and Lugresh was thought to have struck down a couple hundred opponents both dwarf and human with his massive war maul fighting as if he was possessed. He and quite a few others fell but the incredible casualties being caused both by the attempts on the ogre encampment as well as fighting between them forced the two smaller races to back down eventually. The band took the time to mourn the dead as the warriors they were before an important ritual took place among them, allowing the great shaman, an ogre with a almost unheard of talent for magic, to inspect all candidates for leadership of the ogre people.

It was not noticed until towards the end of the ceremony that the Lugresh's oldest son Ogtanash went out to both the camps of the human and dwarf forces donning his father's red stained armor and weapon demanding trial by combat for both leaders who refused diplomacy before the battle considering it an insult to his people. He however found that several were involved among the dwarves and humans so he proceeded to challenge them all at once. The ogre felt they had been dishonored by being forced to fight a battle with no hopes of talks beforehand as well as causing the death of his father among other in the process. The dwarven commander refused to sentence his own men to death and went alone to the chosen duel ground declaring if any where to die for his mistake it would be him alone who bore the weight of guilt by fighting to the death, a practice which the ogre is said to have measured many by. The human commander brought all who were involved though he waited until he was the last to face Ogtanash's wrath having stood no chance despite allowing his men to warm up the ogre beforehand. On his return to the encampment he refused all claim to leadership and rather decided to go strike out on his own to do much the same elsewhere, defending the honor of those who could not themselves.

In the absence of the former leader's eldest they looked to his best remaining warriors and one Lakrogoth Moklib, Lugresh's second in command for military matters, was decided upon and his first act was to construct two monuments in concert with the nearby dwarves to never allow themselves to forget what happened. To this day Lugresh's Stand and Ogtanash's Journey remain a permanent fixture as well as a symbol for what became an alliance between the two races despite initial differences. Since then the times of peace were a great boon to the ogres allowing them to settle not so far from allies and friends in the mountains in an area where other races would struggle they thrive hunting and taming great beasts in the north, building the foundation for what could be the first ogre city at The Lugresh Settlement, and making true diplomatic ties with the other races beyond temporary pacts or other less permanent fixtures. They have become the sworn allies of the Dwarves and great friends of the Oni by virtue of being not so different, orcs and their goblin cousins while rough around the edges are accepted equally for the most part, relations with humans and elves are still somewhat shaky at the best of times due to old conflicts though the ogres have no issues with the elves and are known to sympathize with the High Elves knowing full well how difficult being a less populous race is. The ogres were quite willing to send a representative of their own to the new lands as they quite liked the idea of a new mostly unexplored land to settle in and improve relations while doing it. Ugroth being an adventurous ogre with a love of wild untamed lands seemed a perfect fit for the task of representative and he was sent a message telling him where to go from his father who knew there was no chance of him passing it up.
Other: He is mildly upset over the loss of his handmade bow but a bit excited at the prospect of the new land despite the less than favorable situation.

[User]
Thanox had never enjoyed the ride aboard the ship. It was too strange for him, back home he had never seen so much water in one place. At first he was happy to see the water, then he learned that it was undrinkable. After that he decided that he didn't trust the ocean, it was just as deadly as the desert, only he was not as familiar with it. Still, the crew assured him that they could handle any problems that came up and Thanox had believed them.

That is until the waves began to knock the ship around and sweep some of the crew and passengers out into the sea. He had wanted to help, but he knew nothing about ships or what to do in the middle of a storm. So instead he stood there, frozen in indecision as to what he should do. The storm made the decision for him when another large wave crashed onto the deck, taking him out to sea with several others.

Sometime later Thanox slowly opened his eyes. His body ached and he began to cough up that unpleasant water, but he was alive. He groaned as he pushed himself up from the wet sand, some of it still clinging to his body. He looked around, several people had already regained consciousness and were recovering. He recognized most of them, but he had only spoken to a few of them. The fellow hunters Gamie and Ugroth, the warrior Sevita, and the oni Masaru were all there. "Good," Thanox muttered to himslef. "All strong people. They will be needed."

It looked Masaru was headed towards the remains of the ship that had washed up on shore. Thanox slowly began to follow after him. His right leg was aching, but it wasn't anything to bad. He patted the sling on his back to make sure his boomerang was still there and was relieved to find. Things may not have gone according to plan, but they were still alive and he intended to make sure they stayed that way.

[Assistant]
Turk looked at Masaru and Yukine blankly. He guessed they thought the plan changed. The way he saw it, the plan didn't change. Sure, they were shipwrecked and with little supplies. Tired, soaked in water, probably injured. But the people back home were relying on them to do their duty. And it wouldn't do to have the next boat come the end of next year only to find a bunch of lazy globs holed up in a bunch of shacks. No sir, that wouldn't do at all.

That being said, he washungry.
Maybe small steps would have to do for know. He was about to agree, but it seemed the both of them already knew that and had wandered off. Well, wasn't that peachy. He took a deep sigh and rolled his shoulders.

He looked at the ocean again. "Well, I'm ofta get some food." With that he jogged down the beach, over the driftwood, and waded into the water. Eventually, a surf overtook his head and he vanished beneath the waves.

[User]
Ugroth listened between some of the more outspoken members of the group and the ideas went from getting to work on the port to simply checking the wreckage for anything of use. In the current state of the group he couldn't see them managing a full built port with nothing to go off of but he appreciated the initiative. As for sifting through the wreckage none of it looked particularly heavy and having someone like him wading through the water would just slow the process down. Food and shelter were the major issues as of now both of which he could help with fairly well.

"Going to have a look around inland, edge of the beach is all. If I find anything food wise I'll bring it back with me and likewise with wood, if anyone else is decides to come I won't stop you." Ugroth said before heading inland.

He wondered if there might not be some decent trees that he could make a working bow out of or if not that some for of tent with the limbs and leaves. If he had to he could make due with using his pelt as material for a tent, though it would be better suited for his companions rather than him. There was no doubt in his mind Lopga, his bear, wouldn't have minded as she had helped keep him warm too on trips. The ogre started scanning around as he got closer looking for movement or anything that struck him as useful in the current moment.


[System]
Age: 21 (Physically 13)
Crest: Reliability
Barely reaching four feet and three inches, Alex's stunted growth has given her a very boyish appearance in stature and in face, having a very angular facial structure, short brown hair with lighter highlights, bright yellow-green eyes, and pale skin. Often compared to a porcelain doll, Alex is normally dressed in clothes that will fit her, thus making her sometimes appear even younger. She's a fan of long sleeves ad baggy clothing.

Bio: Alex had always been the type of person who was independent and dependable. If anything needed to be done, leave it to Alex to get the job done. Even at such a young age, Alex was busy babysitting the rest of her siblings and grabbing groceries for her parents. Unfortunately, things took a terrible turn as, before Alex or anyone even noticed it, Alex stopped growing. Her parents knew that she appeared to be growing at a much slower rate than her siblings, appearing much more under developed, but they didn't think anything of it until Alex turned 17 and still had the appearance of a young child.

It was later revealed that Alex had Highlander Syndrome, a medical condition in which the body ages at a very slow or an almost negligible rate. Once this revelation came to fruition, people started to treat Alex differently. They stopped having her help out around the house, and essentially treated her how she looked. People started to expect nothing from them, and soon Alex stopped expecting anything from herself as well. It got to a point where Alex was having trouble doing things on her own and needed to rely on people help her. This sense of dependency caused Alex to fall into a spiral of over-dependency, asking for things she could normally do herself and blaming it on her condition as to why she couldn't.

Personality Traits: Dependent, Reserved, Seldom Talks, Cooperative, Naive, Pessimistic, Defensive on the Outside, Super Soft and Caring on the Inside.
Name: Blitz
Personality: A proud, servant-like Digimon who is often very poised and calm, even referring to their partner as 'My Lady'. Very focused and wants nothing but to ensure the safety of their partner. Everything else comes second.

Species: MetalKoromon
Attribute: None
Technique-
 1: Jamming Powder: Releases iron grains to cause temporary disorder in the opponent's AI, then flees while the opponent is confused.

Species: Caprimon
Attribute: None
Technique-
 1: Howling Hertz -- Generates a resonance between its two horns to paralyze the opponent.

Species: PawnChessmon
Attribute: Virus
Technique-
 1: Pawn Spear -- Stabs with its spear.
 2: Pawn Buckler -- Charges with its buckler held up.
 3: Pawn Lightning -- Fires a shockwave with a lightning fast strike.
 4: Pawn Charge -- Holds a spear and charges the enemy.
 5: Pawn Penetrate -- Attacks with a furious charge that can penetrate anything.

Species: KnightChessmon
Attribute: Virus
Technique-
 1: Big Darts -- Charges foe at a high-speed gallop.
 2: Gallop Whole -- Leaps high into the sky and lands with a blow that tramples the opponent.
 3: Knight Lancer -- Tilts the Darts and charges the opponent.

Species: RookChessmon
Attribute: Virus
Technique-
 1: Stronghold -- Charges the opponent as it stands at attention, mowing them down and destroying them.
 2: Rook Gatling -- Fires from the gunports on its arms.
 3: Castle Wall -- Uses a stubborn, immovable, steadfast defense.

Species: QueenChessmon
Attribute: Virus
Technique-
 1: Heart Breaker -- Impales the opponent's vitals with the swords stocked on its armor.
 2: Queen Stamp -- Cheers up Digimon who have lost their fighting spirit.
 3: Queen Stick
 4: Hime no Wagamama ("Princess's Whim") -- Gives the opponent a hard time.
 5: Grand Cricket -- Smashes the opponent with the Queen Stick.

Other: TBD
Other: TS -- youtube.com/watch?v=ZQ9xfbJ5Tbs

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His life flashing before his eyes Franky remembered the time he saw an episode about portals on x-files or something. He turned to look at his surroundings whilst falling. The weightless feeling causing him to curl and start spinning uncontrollably. His steady yell going from high to low depending on his spin. He finally steadied himself to fall while laying flat. His hair whirling over his head like black fire that can't be put out. "What the crap!?" Were his final words he supposed. He felt sure a fresh hell of doom like no other awaited him and the other souls with him. At least he thought they were souls.

Eventually he opened his eyes to see what his fate was. He was too scared to open his eyes and though he heard voices from others he assumed it was something terrible awaiting him. Though due to curiosity his mind couldn't help but awake from his trauma induced coma. He moved his head and found pieces of grass in his mouth. He lifted himself up with a groan. Was I dreaming? He thought looking around while sitting on his knees with half open eyes. He tilted his head at the sight. A gang of young people around his age, what was this college?

He was okay though. He touched his body to see if he was in shock and thus couldn't feel his wounds. But nothing. He looked around to see the chair he was sitting on right next to him. Then the pack of cigarettes were next to that. He scratched his chin in thought and felt something in his hair. His eyes opened wider now to see that they were in a forest or jungle of some kind. Is this what taking iowaska is like? He then held his head and felt something again and his time he went for it, digging in his hair to find it.

As she spoke Franky produced a box of condoms and blinked looking at them. It took him a moment to process what was happening and the fact he was just at work. His items from work being here. He stared at the sky trying to decipher the meaning, the sun still being in the air but it didn't feel as hot. He then grabbed his hair and shouted in an anxious upheaval. CRAP IM TOTALLY GOING TO GET FIRED FOR STEALING! He looked distressed and his jaw dropped. He fell to all fours and sulked. He then looked up at the girl and the box of condoms which fell in front of him on the ground. He gave a forced awkward smile with closed smiling eyes.

"Uhhh... I work at a gas station. The names Franky but you can call me Z."

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The fall was quick and sudden, but Carter found it interesting to note that as he fell through this epileptic nightmare he didn't feel much wind resistance. He was just falling, moving downwards. At least, that's what his body told him. Despite all this, he found it useful to pull his almost-lucky goggles over his eyes to keep himself from shutting his eyes from what little wind he could feel. The only downside was that he had no idea how to fall properly, and fear flooded his veins as he realized that there was no way to keep himself from hitting the ground. His eyes widened briefly before shutting preparing for that impact...

That never came.

As if he were being pulled up by something, his torso stopped moving completely. His head, arms, and legs shot forward from the sudden stop. He was about as close to the ground as he could get before actually hitting it, then whatever was holding onto him let go and fall the rest of the way without worry of injury.

He rose and looked around. Carter saw from the fall that he wasn't the only one stuck in this situation, but everyone else as as much of a stranger to him as they were to each other. At least, that's how it seemed.

Two of the girls were getting ready to start a screaming match, and Carter was somewhat disappointed that he didn't wear his goggles with the attached headphones. At least that would help him tune out when they inevitably started to argue again.

For now, they seemed to be asking if anything else knew what was going on, to which Carter only shook his head.

"No," he answered to them, not bothering to take off his goggles. "I was out on business, then I'm falling through the physical form of LSD." Only now did he realize that they were giving out names. It was probably for the best if he introduced himself as well. Everyone was equally confused, but at least they all seemed to be like rational adults. "I'm Carter, by the way." He still didn't take his goggles off, and he intended to keep it that way for now.

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It seemed most everyone else took a lot tougher tumble through the multicolored hellscape before reaching wherever she was. However, it didn't stop her from being dumbstruck for a good minute, processing the disconnect between walking into a classroom and ending up the woodlands with a bunch of grown ups she didn't recognize. At the very least, she had some semblance of an idea as to why the girl with the missing bus pass sounded so panicked when calling out to her.

In most cases being in a group of grown ups, especially ones she did not recognize, would not be an occasion for smiling. Yet she couldn't help but give a bemused snrk at the box of condoms, softly muttering "classy," under her breath when she caught sight of them. She didn't even bother trying to hide her amusement - her eyes remained of the box the entire time she spoke.

"Name's Dorotea. Tey's fine too. And there wasn't no fucking hole in the ground for me. I turn around while stepping into my classroom, and suddenly years of all the fumes from my druggie of a father are catchin' up to my dumbass self. Like I was reinacting some cheapass Alice In Wonderland or Narnia ripoff."

She finally pried her eyes off of the condom box, but not before looking at the man who called himself "Z" a questioning look, raising her eyebrows as she glanced back to the box and then him again, before turning away to address the others.

"As for how the fuck we got here or why? Best not ask the homeless queer kid, 'cause she don't know shit. All she knows is God's probably pissing himself laughing at this fuckery. Just having himself a good ol' fucking chuckle up there."

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The feeling of zero-gravity completely consumed the brown haired girl as her eyes remained closed shut. She only opened them once more when she felt herself falling followed by the screams of those that were probably in the same predicament as her. Once she got a good sight of what was going on, fear and anxiety began pumping into her veins as she used both hands to grasp on to her cap to keep it from flying off her head. Honestly, she would have been completely fine with anything else, but heights? Tears immediately pricked the brunette's eyes as the scream she wanted to let out evaporated before she could do so. She wanted to close her eyes so badly, but doing such made her stomach lurch as her impending doom quickly became more questionable without her vision. So Alex opted to keep her eyes open, tears now spilling out of her eyes against her will.

Just as she thought she was going to collide with the ground and turn into a bloody mess of limbs and muscles, Alex felt her body come to a halt, as if something was suspending her in the air for a brief moment, before dropping her once more, letting her fall without the fear of death. Landing on her side, Alex quickly rubbed her watery eyelids before sitting up on her knees. Now feeling grass tickle her sides of her shins, Alex couldn't help but gawk at the scenery before her. What happened to all the cars, the park, and the building complex? It was pretty clear that she, no they, weren't home, but where were they then?

Alex's head soon turned to face where most of the noise was coming from, two girls it seemed. And while the brunette was mostly ignoring what they were actually saying, she only focused when the shorter of two girls directed their voice to the rest of them.
"Hey! Random other people! Anyone get the license plate number of that truck that hit us? Looked like a fucking glowing hole in the ground?" She blurted out to them, only to have the small girl lower her head. Geez, that was subtle...what was she talking about anyways?

Turning her attention to the first one that spoke up, he didn't really answer the question, but instead gave his name and occupation. Z, huh... Alex could remember that. His appearance - mostly his hair - was also quite a sight to behold, as he pulled out the strangest things from them, but it wasn't like she was gonna comment on it. Next came a guy with shimmery silver hair and wearing goggles. This guy actually answered the question, but it didn't really help when it came to figuring out what was going on. He referred to himself as Carter...it was a nice name. The last person to speak up, and who was also intrigued by how Z managed to pull out such weird things from his hair, was Dorotea, who was probably even more vulgar than the first girl that spoke up.

A little nervous to speak up after Dorotea and her little...monologue...Alex lowered her head once again, the cap covering most of her features once again.
"U-Um...I was playing on the swings and when I jumped off, a light swallowed me up and I e-ended up here." She mumbled, giving another, different occurrence than what the first girl was talking about. "...J-Just call me Alex." She concluded with a frown before looking up slightly to meet eyes with the first girl quickly, only to bring her gaze back down to her lap mere seconds later.


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Appearance: She has a dirty-blonde ponytail that reaches to below her collar, tanned skin, and is short, at 5'4" She has dark blue eyes and a permanently tired expression.
Age: 16

Personality: Maria is a manic depressive in the best sense of the word. If she still had coffee, she'd chug it all day long, but instead she stays awake with scrounged caffeine pills and whatever chemicals she's cooked up to keep her awake. Somehow, she's avoided poisoning herself, although it's honestly a matter of time. Benzedrine is a favourite of hers.

She's obsessed with improving the quality of life of the group in any way she can, which mostly ends up in her building everything the group needs, might need, might not need, and probably won't ever need. Whenever she gets inspired, she's off like a shot, fiddling and tinkering until she finishes her project, before heading back to her bunk and crashing and feeling sad.

Biography: Maria calls herself a border hopper born and bred, but she's lived in the US for her whole life. Whilst both her parents were illegals, if she had wished to be, she could have applied for a legitimate citizenship. She never got around to doing so, what with the apocalypse sort of ruining her plans of any normal life.

She grew up in a noisy, messy and pretty dangerous area, and she learnt a lot of things hands on. Her father was a mechanic, her mother a cleaning lady. One taught her metalwork, the other chemicals. She doesn't talk about them much anymore though, or her family, friends, school... Really, she doesn't talk about anything before she met the group. She has her reasons though.

Relationships: They're all dead. All of them. She isn't talking about them though. As she's the most recent inclusion to the group, she hasn't made any meaningful relationships with anyone, but there's plenty of time for that to happen.

What you originally brought:

The JRS (Junker's Rad Suit.) It's a kitbash of diving suit, hazmat equipment and American football armour, minus the power. She constantly tinkers with it and tries to make it better, and most of the time the welder gets pulled out, it's to do something to the JRS. She has a car door shield for it, but rarely uses it and woe betide anyone who touches it. She calls it Jessie. Nobody knows why.

Her machete. Nothing special about it; looks like it comes from an outdoors shop of some kind, although the red ribbon tired around the end isn't standard. It's a good quality steel blade, with a cutting edge that's still sharp and still painful. A bit grimy and a bit dinged about, but it'll cut a mutant to bite-sized-chunks if it needs too, and that's all she needs it to do.

Welding torch and mask: She's rigged it to a car battery to get the power she needs for it. It's the crucial part of her constructs, and she's constantly looking for more juice to hook up to it. Doesn't really work that well, and she has to hand crank the battery constantly, but she'll take what she'll get. Really. The mask is a full-face UV job that prevents serious eye conditions.

Skills:

Now We're Cooking With Gas: She's pretty handy with appliances and the breaking down and reassembling thereof. She has an axe made from a drying machine and a hatchet handle, for example, and has made a bed using parts of a car. She's also constantly tinkering, unless she's being apathetic.

F in Chemistry: A lie. She was good at chemistry. Whilst the really serious stuff is too complex for her, she knows that rust + aluminium filings = explosives, and that you don't want to be caught unprotected when someone lobs a canister of 2-chlorobenzalmalononitrile at you. She should know, she has some. Somewhere. She swears. Fuck it, she'll just make some more.

Step *Click* *Boom*: A slightly unhealthy love of explosives and the fact that she can't be everywhere at once means that she's make quite the set of traps. Like, a lot of traps. Landmines especially- she made one out of lego, a couple of shotgun shells and a microphone.

Waifish: She's short, does little physical activity apart from her surface trips, sleeps a lot, and weighs little. She doesn't need as much food as others do, full stop.

Power tools Are Never Dangerous: She's scary good with power tools and other gear you wouldn't expect a 16-year-old girl to be good with. Chainsaws, power drills, concrete cutters, blowtorches, and, of course, her welder. Shame there's so little power.

Fuck Off and Die, I'm Tired: To put it bluntly, she can be a massive asshole sometimes. Especially when she's tired, which is often. Because of this, she ends up swearing a lot, although after the apocalypse, nobody really blames her.

And There Was Much Rejoicing: She's seen too much death to give a shit about someone else loosing someone.Sure, she sympathises, but she's pretty harsh when it comes to death. She has empathy, it's just in a permanent state of torpor.

Waifish: Sure, she needs less food, but she doesn't exactly hit hard. Unless she uses her blowtorch, but then strength doesn't matter, as she gleefully points out. Before blowtorching your face off. Seriously, don't get in the way of that thing.

Sickly: Maria handles chemicals and materials that in a non-apocalyptic world would be used under much better safety precautions. Whilst her JRS has saved her from major radiation poisoning, she has skin and eye issues, as well as a nasty cough that sometimes crops up.

Other:
She has a bad tendency of slipping into Spanish whenever she gets angry, which means that she often speaks in an incomprehensible language (to the rest of the group,) for hours.

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The latino was unsure if she'd made the right choice in who was the leader here. She wasn't really clear on the dynamics of the group, but even so, men were bad news, and she had good reason for distrust. Shame she had left her machete back on her bed. She settled, instead, for scowling at him and turning around, thumping her chest and looking out at what she could use for scrap and junk. No doubt the myriad of guns pointed at him would quickly leave him with the 'correct' impression.

Bench could be broken down into scrap. She pulled the curtain rail... Damn. If they were all chicks, then this might not have been such a big deal, but it looked like they'd need to waste valuable tarp on privacy. Anyway, behind was a few bottles of bleach, and a 'toilet,' made out of a ceramic seat, a bucket, and an upside down road cone. The smell wasn't as bad as she had expected but...

She unscrewed one of the bottles. Clorox brand. Heh. Not much left, so she emptied it all out into the bucket. Sure, the bottle had had bleach in it, but plastic scrap was plastic scrap. There was a lot she could use it for.

That, was when she heard the sound of a clicker. "We've got company," she said quietly, before carrying the plastic bottle over to her bed and tossing it in the locker at the end. Those could be scrapped too. Of course, that was not the issue here, as she picked up her machete, watching as a rat scurried across the area. A large rat. The kind of rat that could have a lot of rat kids, and all of them would be edible.

FOCUS HERE! She thought to herself, twirling the machete in her hand. "Maybe those guns should be pointed at the clickers?"

[Assistant]
Elijah was holding the knife down by his side, trying to appear as harmless as possible. It wasn't until the impulsive one of the group leveled a pistol at him that he had to restrain the rage. It was a mental self-defense mechanism that all US military personnel were instilled with: if someone points a weapon at you, you eliminate the threat immediately. Nobody probably immediately noticed the Army dogtags that hung around his neck (though they were lined with rubber to prevent them from clanging and being heard). But Elijah had to forgive her, because she obviously hadn't known many military people. The rule of firearms was simple: you only point a gun at someone you want to kill. Never use it to threaten someone. Instead, he took a deep breath and turned his face away slightly, so that he was not looking directly at the woman or her gun. He knew that with his Krav Maga training, he could probably disarm her before she got a fatally accurate shot off, but he didn't want to hurt, or be hurt by, anyone else in the room.

So with his face turned aside, head lowered slightly, he kept everyone in his peripheral, but tried to look both nervous and submissive; he was actually neither.

This time he stepped back while raising his unarmed hand, nearly falling through the threshold of the entrance he'd just walked through. He tried to get a glimpse of the handgun for any vulnerabilities and noticed that it was not of a caliber that had an abundance of ammunition lying around, like his own. 9mm bullets were the most commonly manufactured and used round before the apocalypse, so the same was true after. And since one of the last survivors he'd met was a gunsmith who'd been pretty adept at reloading bullets, Elijah had no shortage of the 9mm caliber bullets, at least compared to most people.

Both his sight and hearing were not that good, so even though he was closer to the real threat down the sewer passageway, he did not perceive it until the latina did. Thankfully she was quiet about warning the others, and as soon as she did, Elijah stepped backwards through the door and turned to the right, making it evident to the woman with the gun that she was not the reason why he was now raising his knife.

"Close-quarters only," he whispered to them, just in case one of them wanted to be less than stealthy while taking on this relatively mild threat. "And shut the door."

Without waiting for the others, except for possibly the latina, who was the first of the ladies to hear it, Elijah dropped his bag of one canned item at the door and moved swiftly but quietly down the corridor toward the oncoming creatures. He'd encountered them before, many times. The two things that saved his skin before was his martial arts training, and not being where the zombie-things thought he was/would be. So Elijah closed on them before they could get closer to the shelter. Even if he was lost, the shelter would be safe.

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Colette's eyes barely flickered from her work when she saw a man appear at the door and clear this throat. By the time the others confronted him, Colette had noticed his only visible weapon was a knife. She put down her needlework and blinked, wide-eyed. There was no reason for her to be involved. Several of the other women had guns, and were brandishing them accordingly. Colette remained frozen. One way or another, they would get rid of him, and she wouldn't lift a finger, nor would she be expected to. Everything was well in hand.

That was what she thought before she heard the screeching and clicking.

Colette didn't need to be told what the source of those awful noises was. In her brief time on her own, she had seen more of them than she could bear. And they were not threats she could be complacent about. Not without devaluing herself in the eyes of those around her.

She hastily stuffed the half-knitted socks into her backpack and extracted a knife held to the inside by a strap. It wasn't particularly sharp - she used it to cook, not to kill. Those who paid close enough attention would realize she didn't have a proper weapon. At least, she hoped they would.

She didn't have to fake her trembling. Never before had she been in a direct confrontation with these creatures, and she had no intention of changing that. She looked around, furrowing her eyebrows in mock confusion, as the sounds grew louder. The man - as well as several of her companions - were already reacting to the approaching threat. Colette could let them handle it for her - couldn't she? She was small for her age, and they probably thought of her as a kid. It was only natural for her to be inexperienced in combat. Despite her trembling, she took a small step forward. The most important thing was not to appear to be a coward. If the others thought she was willing to learn, they would probably be less harsh on her for her initial failure.

Of course, if the others failed, all she could hope for was to run. She bit her lip. No way would that happen. She had been through too much to die so suddenly.

Why did she always have to be so unlucky?

[Assistant]
Despite her lack of strength, Maria had found that killing clickers was actually extremely easy, especially when armoured. They might be fast and brutal, but they relied on sound, and were predictable. As the man turned around to face them, she walked forwards, scraping the tip of her machete against the ground in order to attract them onto her. Although most were focused on other sounds, one turned, arms outstretched, screeched, and rushed towards her.

Or, more specifically, the noise. Just like in the bullfighting ring, she thought to herself. Not like she had ever sen a bullfight, but she knew what happened. The bull charged, the matador moved, the bull swished past the cape. Just like that, the clicker swiped at the noise, and she calmly jumped out of the way, before lashing out with her blade, hitting it in the back of the neck and avoiding the growth at the front of it.

There was a spray of blood, and she averted her face, but the creature simply whirled around- the blow not having been a killing one. Keeping silent, Maria carefully circled around it as it clicked and clacked, before lashing out again at the same place she had done so before, feeling the blade bite down into its spine, the creature howling, but lying on the floor, incapacitated.


[System]
Avarius Elthandeir
 Avey storm chaser,

Age: 23
Element: Air
Personality:
An eccentric free thinker with a gentle heart.
To say Averius was an odd child would be an understatement, to assume he had out grown it would be gravely inaccurate. Just as genius can be found in the misfortunate and mad, the inner workings of Avey's mind was both a mysterious blessing and a curse.

At certain times he can seem to lack empathy, but those worrying occasions are rare.
His humour is often abstract and his thoughts commonly unfiltered and unrestrained.
Most the time he appears light hearted and aloof. Despite his oddities he is quite shy and quiet.

Avarius has taken a Vow of Non-violence wich he follows very seriously, often relying on Vallen when situations become rough.

History: Little is known of the young prodigies past. Questions are often quickly deflect but if one can bring him to ponder on his past for even a moment, his eyes fill with a mix of emotions, crippling him socially.
Equipment: Having adopted a minimalist lifestyle Avarius holds few possessions dear to him. He has the clothes on his back, a few spare rags, a bed roll he calls home and thats it.
Class Taught: Air~elemental/mental flow

Teachers Aid
Vallen
 The Silent Monk,
Age: 28
Element: (no longer using elemental magic, it is unknown what power he once possessed)
Personality: Vallen keeps to himself and his work at the academy. He avoids conversation and confrontation. In class he is firm yet fair. 'Tough love' he is also very protective of his mentor and students.
History: Vallen grew up in a prominent conjuring family that held him to high expectations. His magic never lived up to their esteem.
What he lacked in elemental affinity he made up for in combative skill.
Years of rigid and strict training from self serving proud parents produced a troubled teen. After near expulsion from the academy he was taken on by Avarius as a permanent personal assistant and pupil.

He has since began bettering his ways by respecting his elemental affinity more and not using it for the advantages that it brings. In the past he miss-used and took it for granted, so now he is trying to atone.
He still recognises his gift and connection and will even meditate on it but he has learnt that it put his life out of the greater balance.
That is the lessons Avarius is teaching him.

Equipment: Kusarigama
Appearance:
Class Taught: Teachers aid. Combat movement.

Student
Kain Rassid
"Those that fear the dark haven't seen what the light can do."

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Personal Information

Gender: Male
Age: 18,
Element: Lightning
Personality: Kain is highly energetic and competitive. He has a way to see the positive side of things and always moves forward. He is eager to learn and grow although not always the brightest student.
Since becoming attuned to his abilities he has grown in arrogance and confidence.
He is a loud daring personality, not shy nor worried of others opinions at all.
History: Kain grew up in a foster family, never knowing his own. But his new family was good to him, they looked after him. They were not rich but did ok.
When Kain showed signs of being attuned to an element his foster family could not stand in the way of his desire for adventure or his endless ambitions. They aided him as best they could for his journey.
Equipment:
Concealed throwing knives
Clothes and favourite coat

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Elbritas Kessinger

"Neither of you are being transferred out, and you're going to remain in class together. You two WILL sort your shit out even if it kills me." He said in reply to the worried girl, as he wrapped up her injuries properly so that the bandages wouldn't loosen accidentally. "As for the display? Don't worry about it, gonna take more than a couple of punks tussling in my office to damage those relics." He patted her on the back and stood up, stretching his arms with a groan. "There, all done." The bells rang out for lunch to start. "Better go get some grub kid, the cooks are amazing here. I'll send Vlad along after he wakes up and I've had a talk with him." He wanted to find out what made Vlad tick, to see if he could talk some sense into him so he'd stop trying to antagonize Madison, and quite possibly most of the students in this school.

[Assistant]
@Sif

A black silhouette appearing to be a man, walking circles in a small dark room. Another black silhouette, appearing to be a woman, sitting in the middle of the room, with her head down. The circling silhouette kept saying words, angry sounding words but incomprehensible. The voice seemed to get louder and louder to the point of the man walking toward the woman and hitting her repeatedly. The woman did not retaliate, instead you could hear crying, getting louder and louder, so loud in fact that it was unbearable to hear.

With a deep loud sigh, like getting out of the water after spending some time under, Vlad woke up sitting up. He was sweating considerably, and seemed out of breath. His arm was still hurting, but much less than before. It also looked less red and burned. He had trouble breathing through his nose, as every breath hurt it. His head felt painful as well but nothing was there when he touched his head all around.

He quietly observed his surroundings as his brain was still waking up and had to process what happened. When his eyes laid on the teacher and that little pipsqueak his suddenly remembered. He swiftly got up, dusting his clothes and looked up at the teacher. "Am I expelled or can I get out of this place?" He asked, with his rude typical tone. He looked at the midget with a look of "I ain't done with you". But something suddenly shoot his head inside. With rising rage, he asked with a much louder tone who the hell that fat guy was that attacked him out of nowhere and where the hell he is, so he could kill him.

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Maxim was among the first to be in the teacher's lounge on the second floor, mainly due to the astounding lack of Techmental student leaving him little to do anyway, not that he minded of course as far as he was concerned dealing with little-to-no students was more a blessing. Despite that he was here overlooking the student's lunch area, he may not like dealing with them much but that doesn't mean he's entirely uninterested in seeing who they are...that and he was bored.

His attention was drawn back to the actual area as students began to enter at which point he stood up and walked up to the railing, resting his hands on it and just observed.

[Assistant]
Elbritas Kessinger

"You're not expelled but you're also not allowed to leave, not before we have a talk." He gestured to a chair, forcing him to sit down. "You're going to tell me why you're the way you are, Vlad. This isn't just a school it's a community, one that we all work hard to make sure everyone feels welcome. I understand that you're here to gain more power, but you also need to understand that means working with others, and working well I'm not going to force you to be happy-go-lucky or anything of the sort, but you DO need to at least keep your mouth shut when you want to insult people. I'm giving you advance warning, cause if me letting you two duke it out to the extremes seems bad, just wait until the headmasters catch wind of your attitude without me to distract them." He sighed and leaned forward in his own chair. He wasn't a fan of Vlad's current attitude, but people do as people do. You can't force anyone to change their ways without horrible torture and humiliation, but that's exactly why he was trying to get through to him NOW, rather than later when damage had irreparably done. "Can you please at least TRY to make some friends? I know you don't want to, but perhaps a friend or two might do you some good in the attitude department."

[User] Vlad turned the chair so that the back support was in front of him, sat down on the chair and put his chin on his arms which were crossed on the support. He looked deep into mister K's eyes. It was true, this man was powerful, he could learn some tricks from him although he didn't really look that impressive. "I don't care about other students nor their feelings, I'm here to become stronger and I'll achieve anything for it" he said with a surprisingly calm tone. "If someone is strong and can provide me with more power I'll listen to him or her. If they are weak and slow my progress, what's the point of being around them huh?" he said while slowly standing up. He then pointed at the little girl while still staring dead eye into mister K's eyes. " I underestimated that pipsqueak, she's stronger than she looks like and she managed to give me this wound" pointing at his arm, "therefor I won't try to seek fights nor taunt her... but" He frowned and looked determined, "this doesn't mean I see her as a friend or even see her on friendly terms. She's simply another rival which I will crush eventually." And with that word he walked toward the door, holding his hand slightly up so they could see it. "Looks like the bell rang, I won't cause any trouble, I need to stay in this school after all." he said while walking away.

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Eria A Gradous

 When the bell signaled the end of the class Eria packed up her camera and grabbed her luggage from where she stored it, Master Kano had helped her obtain a slightly deeper understanding of the Aether that surrounds them. The way her own Aetheric particles were colored differently, a translucent gold, and the way her particles move the others around confirmed to both of them that she had a very deep connection to her element. As as packed up she created another palm-sized vortex of Aetheric particles from all around the area, not sticking with a single element. The vortex, although invisible to anyone other than Aetherist, did disturb the air around her but as soon as she put her necklace back on it grew slightly to encompass her whole hand. "Interesting..." Eria said to herself before moving the vortex and shaping it around her hand and arm in a sort of bracelet though it immediately dissipated.

 Eria watched as Master Kano had disappeared into a poof of water that eventually evaporated into the earth. She exited the training room and made her way to the cafeteria where she collected her voucher for lunch. The massive variety of food was amazing but what caught her attention was that there was actual Italian cuisine which took up a nice sized section of wall. She hurried over to the counter and handed the person behind it her voucher before snatching up a Caprese salad that seemed just as fragrant and fresh as it was when she would make it at home.

 After she obtained her meal Eria went to search for a seat but stopped dead in her tracks when she realized that there was nobody in the area that she knew. "Hmmm... I guess that it's the day of sitting alone" she said to herself as she sat at an empty table and began eating. As she ate she continued to train with her aether control by "stealing" a bit of aether from other sources.

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Madison

"Uh...right." Vlad had woken up, and his terrible attitude was back, meaning additional unpleasantries were about to be exchanged. Unless Madison left the room, it was lunch time, after all. "Thanks, Mr Kessinger, for patching me up." She shot a dirty look at Vlad and without saying another word, left the room.

She headed towards the grand hall for lunch, along with a parade of other students from various classes. Madison tried her best not to get too close to anyone in order to avoid getting bumped into. Who knows how bad that would hurt. As she saw some of the kids on their phones, probably talking to their family, friends, or significant others, Madison realized she had left her bag back in Mr. Kessinger's office. She cursed under her breath, not because she missed her phone, but because Vlad might discreetly take something that didn't belong to him. The rational part of her knew that the likelihood of that happening was low, but her judgement was clouded at the moment.

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Before he could walk out, the midget passed him and scurried outside. Vlad just looked the other side "tsk". Vlad was a pretty tall young man, he was about 6'2 tall and was walking with a slightly arched back, shoulders sticking out and hands in pockets, giving him an intimidating look. He walked with a slow pace toward the big gate where the supposed lunch party was to be. It was filled with kids all around, annoying turds being in his way. The smells from around were making his stomach growl, it did indeed smell delicious. Also he didn't really eat anything since the morning, and that fight made him use some energy making him even more hungry.

"So... where's the russian corner?" Vlad thought while checking around, people were mostly going to places based on their home countries but there were many students trying different places as well. One of the smaller kids was in awe as he admired the whole place and was in Vlad's way. Without stopping, Vlad kicking him in the back, sending him flying aside. "Get off my way you bug" Vlad snarled at him while continuing walking. He still couldn't find the Russian corner and sort of gave it up for now and decided to go to the closest one to him, which was the Japanese one. He pushed the little kids that were in front of the waiting line and took some food that looked the most edible. The whole cafeteria was pretty much filled with people except for some loner turds here and there. He decided to sit on one of the tables that was only occupied by one person, some glass wearing nerd. He dropped on the chair and dropped his food plate in front of him, not paying attention to the person in front of him, acting as he didn't exist. Before starting to eat, wanting to see if he had new messages on his phone, he grasped for his bag and to his horror he realized it wasn't his, it was some girly handbag. Realizing he walked all the way till here with a girly handbag and it probably being hers, Vlad got furious throwing the bag on the ground next to him. "Godamn it!" he yelled, releasing some fire along his yell from his mouth.

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As Madison stood patiently in the lunch line, distanced from anyone else, a boy rudely pushed in front of her stealing the small amount of personal space she had kept and her turn in the line!
He slowly spun around to see her, a wide smile on his recognisable playful face.
Clearly Kain's lesson had been physical, his cheeks were still lightly red and his face glistened from the sweat on his forehead.

"Hey, Madison right? How was your first class?"

Kain's playful smile began to fade as his eyes traced from one treated injury to the next like a dot-to-dot.

"What happened?" he asks with concern, lowering his voice.


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Alexis "Nova" DeLuna

"Kinda sad this isn't Space Jam, 'cause you're gonna get dunked on."

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Username: NoVaLuNae
"New Moon, I thought it sounded cool."
"When I first made my account name, people just shortened it to Nova. People in voice comms find it easier with one-two syllable names, and with some people it just stuck in the real world."
"It occurs to me now that I messed up. Eheh, oops."

Age: 19
"Fresh out of high school, is there a problem here?"

Gender: Female
"I think it's pretty obvious."

Main: Vi
"Lots of easy combos and ganks with her Q and her Ult. Insane range when you add in flash."

Appearance:
Alexis is 5'6 Her hair is naturally black, dyed that magenta/maroon combination color. She had her hair grow out, showing the black of her original hair. She has a bit of a medium athletic build, with decent curves. She has relatively pale skin, with light grey eyes. Her usual outfit changes depending on weather and occasion, though she usually has her rings on and her crescent moon necklace around her neck. Rings are always configured with three on the last three fingers on her left hand, one on her right index finger, and two thinner rings on her right middle finger. She also tends to have a pair of headphones on sometimes.
"I honestly like how my hair turned out. The picture makes it seem like less is the magenta and red that it actually is."

True Appearance: In True Form, her hair shifts to mirror Vi's undercut, her hair staying swept in the same direction. Her hair stays the same color shift as she has, though her eyes go from a grey to a brighter but light blue. As for her clothing, whatever she happens to be wearing gets covered by Vi's armor. Minor differences, on her left shoulder pauldron is a red crescent moon spraypainted, and on her right is NV. Also, she takes more of a darker grey-gold/bronzeish color scheme with her armor and gauntlets. (Note - Those additions might be made later on in the RP, not too sure yet.)
"Ah hell, I like her outfit."

Powers:
Blast Shield - (Passive)
At the start of a combat interaction, when she starts using Prana, or engages in some evasive maneuvers, Alexis charges a shield. Shield is activated by striking her opponent with one of her abilities.
"Helps get in the zone of the fight. Knowing that you can take a lil extra hits."

Vault Breaker - (Restricted in Normal Form)
Alexis charges a punch which launches her in whichever direction she throws her fist. In Normal Form, the range is quite shortened, not launching her as far. In True Form, Alexis can throw her first upward at an angle to greatly increase jump height or direct enemies upward.
"Mobility and hitting hard. Perfect."

Denting Blows - (Passive)
After landing two hits on a target, Alexis's next hits quite harder, and makes her hit faster for a short burst of time. In normal form, the third hit is the only hit that she can use Excessive Force on, although for a bit longer of a charge time. Also, in Normal Form, activation of her abilities gives Alexis a slightly visible translucent aura of a much smaller version of Vi's gauntlets.
"One, Two, Three hit combo, rinse and repeat."

Excessive Force - (Restricted in Normal Form)
Alexis enhances her next hit depending on form. In Normal Form, it doesn't punch through her opponent, having a slight knockback, only activatable on her third hit. In True Form, it acts a lot more like Vi, hitting hard and straight through her opponent.
"A lil more bang for your buck, and an easy way to crack your knuckles."

Assault and Battery - (Only True Form)
Alexis charges forward, targeting one enemy to punch into the air, jumping up higher than her opponent. At the apex of launching her opponent into the air, she slams her opponent to the ground with the opposite fist. In the event she needs to keep her opponent in the air, she jumps down and leaves her opponent be.
"First to the air, second to the ground, third, fourth, and fifth straight to the face."

Personality: Being nearly fresh out of high school, Alexis has that vibe to her where she's enjoying life as is, enjoying the freedom, enjoying being able to do things on her own. She's driven, sometimes seems like a fighter, she aims to please, though tries to be pretty cool headed. That's how she comes off during most circumstances, though internally just wants to have some stability, socially and economically. She tries to keep up that mask of hers, somewhat an old habit from high school when she was driven by all of the challenge, in order to try getting some friends. That also lead to her being a bit competitive, willing to take risks for some higher rewards or entertainment. Alexis likes to take challenges, and doesn't back down much, even in person. That much tends to get her into a bit of trouble quite a bit, as it ends up making her disappointed when she can't catch up or fulfill her drive. She gets highly critical a lot. She hasn't dealt with much consistency through her life, but since she's gotten a job, and into college for engineering, though past this doesn't have much in mind. Other than that, she's honestly looking for some friends that aren't all that bad. Recently, she's been trying to be more honest with herself and her interests, but she still enjoys looking for fun.
"That's just who I am, I like to have something to back myself. Everyone deserves their moments to love something."

Short Biography: Alexis has been relatively bouncy when it comes to where she had been living, she moved between the coasts up until high school, and she's stayed in the Northwest ever since. She lived with her father most of that time, her mother left the country after they divorced, though gave Alexis some money for when she became 18, enough to bring her half way through college. Her father did his best to support her, they were decently close, though Alexis spent a lot of time out. When it came to her social life in high school, she always tried just a bit too hard to fit into people she seemed to like for a bit. That meant challenges, a lot of things to get a bit better of a reputation. Imagine just what high schoolers consider top class, experimentation, risk taking, athleticism, and fights.

Drama constantly separated her from her groups for reasons beyond her, though for the last two years of high school she kept up that cool yet risk taking persona she keeps up now. She kept to some gamers, for the competition in a variety of games. It gave her something to work with, and to channel her furious competition into her games. Osu, League, CSGO, WoT. She found a bit more stability in online friends. That doesn't mean she doesn't try to impress as much, she still does, also going out for the enjoyment. Staying athletic enough, sometimes drinking with her friends, having a motorcycle, going out at night for the sights of the city, a lot of other things. For her job, she works part time at a mechanic shop somewhere downtown, and sometimes streams League along with whatever other games.
"I aim to please, there's nothing wrong with that. It's fun, gives me some drive and thrills to seek."

Other:

"Four hits. One uppercut. One to the stomach. You to the floor. Kick to the face."

(Artist available on request, kinda feel shitty because the art is great, idk what the culture on photos is on this website. Hope this one is good, hope I conveyed the right message with the personality. Tell me if anything doesn't make sense, or if there are any issue. Did my best with this, it's been a while since I had to make a proper CS. It's been a while since I had to properly use BB, so I had fun.)

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'No…' Noelle thought in horror as she was pushing herself at the wall as the aids of that man entered the room. At present all she knew was that they abducted her and the rooms were locked in pretense for their safety! She feared this." No… I didn't want any of this…" She barely whispered, causing the air to stir.

 "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! GET AWAY! I WANT OT GO HOME!!!" She screamed, causing the entire room to be flooded with high pitched sound again. Clearly sending the men into great pain as she did.

 "JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!" She continued to scream in pure horror, unable to look at the men anymore, who by now would be near unconscious. This whole situation, the place, the people, all of those only fared her extreme fears and horrifying memories. She simply felt all alone in a place that seemed connected only to pain and torture to her.

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 Clarice left the plain about half an hour ago now. The cab ride to her hotel took quite a long time, but considering it was noon and the streets were busy, it couldn't be helped. Finally she found herself La Grand Hotel Amethyst. A very recently built five star hotel of the highest quality of service. Naturally the only place that would really suit her in this undertaking.

 "Good day, miss. How can we help you today?" One of the women at the reception asked when Clarice approached." I want to rent a room for a few days." She replied. Clarice had money, her work in the past as mercenary was always for big jobs that paid a lot and not to mention her father was also not poor before he passed away and left her the fortune of the family. Of course there were also all the favors people owed her. Especially the owner of this hotel, cause well he knew who to ask for help next time he passes through a military zone.

 "Do you have preference for the floor, honorable customer?" The receptionist asked, starting to type things in the computer, probably checking the free rooms and such."I want the penthouse." Clarice stated to the full shock and surprise of the receptionist. Currently the cop was dressed in rather normal clothing and the penthouse was naturally incredibly pricy. The woman appeared visibly conflicted as of how to act and Clarice just sighed, pulling her mobile and dialing someone. After about half a minute of small chat with someone, she gave the phone to the receptionist. The girl took it in confusion and about half a minute later she returned it, her face filled with fear.

 "YES, RIGHT AWAY! I WILL SEND PEOPLE TO ESCORT YOU TO THE PENTHOUSE!!! HERE'S YOUR KEYCARD!!" The girl said in fear while Clarice simply took the keycard, from the receptionist's trembling hands, and without waiting for the escort made her way to the elevators.

 "What happened, why do you look like you saw a ghost?" One of the other receptionists asked the first one." She… I… the boss said we fulfill every her requests or we lose our job. Supposedly his secretary will come in two hours to personally take care for that lady." The girl stated, throwing a look at the glass elevator that was ascending towards the top floor." Who the hell is that woman?" They all said in a single voice.

 Ten minutes later, Clarice had already made herself at home at the penthouse and the room service had already arrived with her orders. She sat on the big couch by the huge windows that overlooked the city." Hmm, the wine's truly not bad." She said, throwing a look at her laptop on the nearby table, still running a face recognition software for the dart shooting brat.

 @Ambra

[Assistant]
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Aliron's head jerked upwards at the sound of an actual voice that wasn't meaningless whispers. To see that it was a person was both a relief and a surprise, he didn't remember anyone being in the room but obviously he was mistaken. After all, it wasn't like she just appeared there, that wouldn't make any sense. After several moments of awkwardly staring at her in surprise Aliron remembered that he'd been asked a question. "Uh, I dunno. I'm just here cause, uh, I don't know either. Oh right, the party with the spiked drinks. Man those things had some kick. I'm Aliron. Who're you?" He asked, his eagerness to talk to someone causing his words to spill out ontop of each other until his final question was asked with a carefree grin on his face.

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Iris squinted at her roommate as he seemed to notice her for the first time, but decided that his surprise was genuine. Which was good, because that meant that she had the upper hand on him in terms of people watching: she had seen him unawares, but he had apparently not seen her.

And, it meant that he definitely wasn't the person to ask about why they were there, though he hit on the probably methodology of their abduction faster than Iris would have. The drinks, of course. That's why they had insisted on bringing their own refreshments and helpers. She grunted quietly, making a mental note that such things could simply not be allowed from now on.

"I'm Iris," she responded, nodding in acknowledgement of her new acquaintance, though with none of his enthusiasm. She was not as carefree as he, instead trying to puzzle out what was going on in her own mind. She knew Aliron as a bum of sorts, so it didn't make sense that they would have kidnapped him as well as her if they were after some sort of ransom, unless he was from a rich family, but was a bum by choice?

As she pondered these things, the noise of keys came from their door, and it was slid open slightly as someone checked on them. She could see that chains still held the door from opening completely, but the door was then quickly closed and reopened fully, with these released. A well-dressed individual, arrayed as if working in a hospital or lab of some sort, entered, leaving a couple more similarly-clothed individuals in the hallway behind him. He stood tensely, as if waiting for an offensive from them, or perhaps a question, but Iris didn't plan on giving him either. She would let her much more excited friend here start with that.
@Ambra

[Assistant]
"Huh? Oh. Gregory? Is Greg okay?"

Alexis quickly turned around, leaning on the wall on the other side of the door opening on the chance that someone might come in and tie them up or something. She looked at Greg, thinking of the situation at hand. So since he's as confused as she is, then there obviously was something going on here, and that didn't help Alexis's paranoia. "Nope, I don't remember really anything from the party. I know I was tired as hell, I thought someone had called an ambulance or something, but this is one hell of a hospital.

She heard some more footsteps coming from the outside, some passing their door and one stopping right in front. Alexis backed up. She moved a bit away from the door, unsure what would happen next, though she was prepared. Before anything happened though, the red-haired girl decided that a simple question might work for whoever came inside. "Excuse me, but do you mind explaining where we are? Hope there's no problem with me asking that."