[System]
Call Sign
New Castle.

Age
Thirty-two.

Gender
Male.

Personnel Description
He is focused and listens to other team mates, since he is the leader of the group. He is also knowledgeable of New York City since he was born and rise in it. Javier is a outgoing and humorous guy, but he is also a team player (when it's necessary). His honesty and honour is dependable on the person, if he likes the person he would tell the truth and be honour to him; but if he hates the person, he would lie and dishonour him. Even known he is a outgoing and humorous guy, he cares about people's emotion even if the person was trying to kill him; he knows that we all were human once before the virus came.

Backstory Description
Born and rise in New York City to a second-class family living in the Bronx, Javier always had a hard life with the gangs and drug dealers living in the Bronx. His mother and father wanted to moved somewhere safer but they couldn't found a place. The family was surviving the job losses in the seventies but then at the age of three, his family found an apartment within East Village and moved away from the Bronx. They knew that East Village was where that Stonewall riots happened and the gay community lived, but they didn't care about as it was a lot safer than living in the Bronx again. But then in two thousand one, the September 11, 2001 attacks and he saw the World Trade Center on fire and couldn't think about his mother. Thankfully, she worked on the thirty floor and got out safely hours before the town collapsed. After the attacks, his father and oldest son decided to join the army to fight those who dare to attack America.

At the age of eighteen, he decided to join the army as well, due to her wanting to protect his hometown and follow in his father and oldest brother's steps. He trained for four years until he sent to the Middle East, to join the others in the war against terrorism. He fought within the hot deserts for eight years until one day, his captain and the others were in a small town and they were ambushed. His captain laid dead on the ground and the others were too afraid to take the role of captain, so Javier decided to take the place. He told his men to get out of the town, by going in each building, that would lead to the hills nearby. The men followed Javier as if he was the captain and they got out of the town with only two dead, it was good for someone that didn't train to become a captain. After his actions, the higher ranks took notice of Javier's action and trained him to become a captain and for three years, he was trained to become a captain. But then, he was put in the Strategic Homeland Division (or The Division) as a leader of a group.

Inventory
- Extra rounds for his MP5 and M9.
- Two flashbang grenades.
- Rations and a water supply.
- Standard military equipment.

Unique Item
- Amour, that could bend with the darkness or the night time. Useful only in the night time or in a dark place, if the amour gets touch by water, it will shut down until it's repair.

Weapons
- MP5 with suppressor.
- Beretta M9.

Talents
Javier has the ability to be a leader, with his speeches and his experience in strategy, and he is stealthy person, who likes the silence of the night time and the darkness of space.

Addition Information
His mother, father, oldest brother, and youngest brother were still in New York City, when the virus began to spread.

[User]
Red rubbed her nose on the sleeves of her jacket, the cold making it run. She pulled the slide back on her handgun and confirmed that it was, indeed, still loaded - a process she had repeated at least 18 times while walking down the tunnel. If asked, she would have said it paid to be safe, but in reality it was just a mixture of boredom and minor anxiety that was making her nervous and a little on edge, and the familiarity of the routine calmed her down. Her rifle stayed slung around her back at the time; while it would have been perfectly serviceable in the subway tunnels, she simply preferred her handgun in areas like this, especially since her rifle didn't have a flashlight attached, as it would've weighted the end down and bothered Red to no end. Also, carrying her handgun was easier than the rifle.

Her ears started to feel the sting of a cold draft lazily breezing through the tunnels, even underneath her hat. Eventually, Javiar stopped the group and started to rebrief them on the situation. It wasn't anything she hadn't heard before; New York fell into the shitter and now they're going in alone to pull it back out of the shitter.

Once he had finished and started looking around, a sudden light appeared from within the subway car. Red, following protocol, levelled her handgun at the source of the light and flicked the safety off, but kept her finger off the trigger for now. A soldier appeared, one that looked as though she'd been here for a while already. She took a cue from everyone else lowering her guns and took her aim off the soldier as well, popping the magazine of her handgun out and making sure it was loaded for the 19th time.

The new soldier - whose name was Armond, if her uniform's nametag was to be believed - casually walked into the midst of the group as if she had always belonged, which confused Red. Were they supposed to meet a contact? She didn't quite remember from the original briefings; but then again, that might have been because she fell asleep while they were explaining the mission back at base camp.

"Howdy, y'all," the female soldier said in a noticeable accent, before proceeding to ask for some gum. Red, meanwhile, was still staring at the woman quizzically, confused by her presence, before eventually just shaking her head and heading up onto the subway platform, mostly ignoring the new arrival and expecting Javiar to brief her or something. Up until now, they had been upwind (well, updraft) of the platform, but upon getting closer to the tents she noticed an utterly rank smell emenating from within. Having known what a corpse smells like, she pulled her mask on quickly, breathing a deep breath of the stale but breathable recycled air, and opened the tent flaps; surely enough, inside this particular tent was a half-rotted corpse of a man, his clothes in tatters and his scraggly beard somehow managing to hang onto his partially decomposed face.

"We got a dead one. No wounds; looks like a plague victim," she said to no one in particular, her voice coming out ever-so-slightly garbled due to her mask. A cursory pat-down on the corpse showed he wasn't carrying anything on him, not even a wallet. Red mentally lamented the fact that the first thing she saw on the mission was a corpse - it certainly was an ominous omen she wasn't quite happy with.

[Assistant]
"Gum? Yeah, hold on a second," Warren said as he eyed the figure standing before their squad. Command had told them they were going to meet someone on the inside, and unless they were getting the wrong end of a stick, this was their ma- woman. Digging a hand into one of his many pouches, of which already open MRE was pulled out. "It'll cost you though. I'll be taking your hot sauce next time we dig down for chow, ma'am." He threw her the small packet of 'Beechies Spearmint', grinning slightly.

Tracie caught the packet mid air, crunching the half used cardboard wrapping in her fist. She slid the candy into one of her utility pockets. "Thanks, Darling." Tracie breathed behind her, keeping up with the pointman. "If it were five years ago, I might make you call me 'sir'." she mumbled to herself.

Lowering his Benelli, Warren hefted it over his shoulder in a relaxed position as the robotic drone whirred to a halt several feet behind him. He tossed the rest of the MRE back into his pouch as he pulled out the bulky radio off of his back. "I'll go ahead and tell command that you've arrived ma'am. You're Sergeant Tracie Armond, correct? How is it in the city? Is it as bad as they said it was in briefing? Ah, hold on, gimme a moment," he said, triggering a few buttons on the device.

"Command, this is Delta India Victor India Sierra India Oscar November Dash Niner Niner Zero. Yes. Yes, we've established contact with Momma Bear. We're converging on the train platform to enter the city proper. Virgin out." He hung up the call, leaning back and sighing. "Can you believe they make me say out the whole thing? Can't I just say Division proper?" He looked up as Red called out a corpse. Warren felt a little eager to see the first sign of a dead man on the mission, at least to see what the infection did to someone.

Tracie watched as the boy radioed in to command, the march seemed to have stopped, or at least slowed. When he was done on the radio Tracie decided she could answer his questions. "I generally go by Special Agent Armond these days." She trailed off ahead a bit and leaned against the grimy wall. "The city's about as bad as it could get. The civies that weren't killed in the initial backlash either joined street gangs or live like mice. The disease is changing these people, and not just the ones infected with it. The streets ahead are mostly cleared, though. I've been keeping tabs on it for a couple of days. There's an exit up ahead even though the subway entrance is blocked." Tracie's attention turned on the others in the group, she was tired of thinking about the city, and any respite was valuable to her. Unfortuanely, all she found was more reminders of the horrors of the city.

Warren nodded as he pulled the mask on, breathing in the filtered air and walking over to Red once he was satisfied, staring down at the body through the tent. Howard closely followed, sensors on the lookout for anything that moved. "Damn. Poor bastard, you think he was a hobo? Judging by his rot, he probably died quick. Within' a day of it starting. Lucky bastard." Warren nudged the dead man with his boot. "You think we should take a skin sample or wait for someone a little less... oozing?"

Tracie watched the body from behind the young man's frame. "I doubt you'll be able to get anything out of a sample that command doesn't already know. Might as well leave it, kid." She walked ahead, rifle held confidently in her grasp. "Let's get out of these fucking tunnels. Exit's up ahead." she said to the group as she approached the platform edge.

"Good idea. Couldn't have said anything wiser, ma'am," Warren said, in a rather sarcastic tone.

[User]
Javier then decided to sit down on the ground next to the written words on the wall. He had been walking for almost an hour or more, shouldn't he deserve a break. Looking around, he could see the other members of the team spreading out. Christina was walking towards the flare, that he threw earlier, and Red was just being herself as always. Even known they haven't met before all of this, he knew that Red and anyone else weren't getting along right away; but once they get to know each other—or get used to being with them—, they (being Javier and the others) might become good friends.

Suddenly, a light appeared on the subway train and Javier quickly stool up from the ground. He grabbed his MP9 pistol and quickly aim it at the train. Until, a soldier—another female—appeared for the train and walked into the group. Javier raised one eyebrow at the woman as she said 'howdy' and then asked for some gum. Red was confused at the sight of the soldier for the train and then just walked away from the train to the tents. Awkward silence followed after the introduction, Javier walked up to her and said with a confused tone, "Hello.".

Suddenly, Javier was cut off by Warren as he gave her some gum, which she accepted and put it inside one of the pockets on her. Javier sighed resignedly at the present of Warren, such he was a great fighter and technician; but, he seems to enjoy humor more than work (based off on the hour spent getting to know him and the others). Warren called out her name and said that the girl was going to join the team. Javier must of forgot to mention the new girl on the team; thankfully, Warren just told them anyways. But then, he does something that grinds Javier's teeth. He just calls in the command and tells him that we had her—without his approval. You don't do things without the leader's approval and that was a big issue for Javier.

Javier started to sigh again as he was getting even more worried (and still upset because of Warren) since they are standing in a dark tunnel with barely any light source. All of this tension was just getting to him, he needs to see the light again and just rest; but, they have to go to the police station and make a stop at the UN building for equipment pickup from the new girl. She can make any excuse up, they are going no matter what. Tracie didn't have the standard gear—even if she was from Ghost Recon. They didn't have access to the current equipment that the Division has. Plus, they have to check into the HQ because of standard protocol of The Division. Every agent has to check into the HQ database by signing in at the HQ—not by radio them that they are in the city.

He was going to say something to the new girl; however, she mentioned about the current state of the city. People have either joined gangs or live like rats, streets cleared of life form. Javier became even more worried about being the leader and scared of the gangs, because he just didn't want to kill people trying to survive—unless they fire back first. After she was answering Warren's question, they go to the dead body and check it out. Now, it was finally time for Javier to take for the first time.

"Alright, listen up." he said loudly enough that his voice should of got the group's awareness towards him, "Now that we got our the new girl, we need to go to the police station. Then, we will check in at the United Nations building and we will debrief after signing into HQ. We can't do it over the radio because of standard protocol that The Division has." He then looked towards Warren and said loudly as if they were talking, "Plus, we were supposed to be in radio silence. Don't use it, unless it's an emergency. Got it?".

Jaiver didn't hate Warren, he just dislikes for what he did and hope that he never does it again. Now that was over, he began to walk towards the new girl and said to her with a serious tone, "Welcome to the team, Armond. When we are at the UN building, we will get you the right equipment and make such that it's updated and usable. The CIA didn't even know about The Division and the updates to the equipment until the President signed it and The Division was already established. You don't get to have a say about it, because we are going with or without your word.".

He realized that his outburst was harsh and said to her, "Sorry about that outburst, just being in this dark tunnel for about an hour is driving me a bit crazy. Once we get back to the surface, I should get back to normal.".


[System]
(I'll add an image later)
Species: Pawniard
Age: 20
Appearance: For the most part, he looks like a regular Pawniard. The only notable difference is in his blades, which are somewhat longer and thinner than usual.
History: Growing up in a rich family, Lance lived a life of privilege and luxury. He attended one of the best private schools in the country, and though they weren't around much, his parents were willing to buy him almost anything he wanted. Since he was always fascinated by stories of chivalrous knights, this included a collection of swords and fencing lessons.

 As he grew older, he became quite good at fencing, even winning a few tournaments. Despite this, he was far from an expert, though he certainly seemed to think he was. He'd even managed to convince himself that his fencing skills would help him in an unarmed fight. Of course, his overconfidence would eventually come to bite him. He foolishly ended up picking a fight with someone much bigger than him. One punch was all it took to knock him out. By the time he woke up, he found himself in a strange place, in a body that was completely foreign to him.
Moves:
-Scratch
-
-
-
Health: Full Health
Status: None
Ability: Defiant(Raises Attack when a stat is lowered)
Inventory: Empty
Quest: Find a way to get back home.

[User]
Jeri

Jeri shook her head as she watched the three Pokémon leave but made no further move to stop them. If they were so eager to get themselves hurt, that was their choice. It was worrying that Trevor left, though... the one person who seemed to actually know what they all were.

"Well, I can agree with one thing they said," the Dunsparce admitted. "We gotta keep this fire going. Especially if we have some freezing reptiles coming back here in a few minutes."

Jeri repositioned herself closer to the mouth of the cave and rolled onto her side. She tried to stretch out her flat body to serve as a barrier against any gusts of wet wind that could threaten the flames. She grumbled as drops of cool rain occasionally reached her, but she dared not move closer to the fire, lest a breeze carry her into the flames like a wind-swept umbrella.

"Hey, grass guy," the Dunsparce called out. "Does that mean you're good with plant stuff? If you're done trying to give yourself brain damage, could ya maybe look for some more wood?"

Moves: Rage, Defense Curl

Health: Full health

Status: normal

Ability: Serene Grace

Inventory: none

Quest: Get back in my human body!!

[Assistant]
Moves:
Growl
Psywave

Health:
Full Health

Status:
Physically fine
Mentally elated and curious.

Ability:
Levitate - ground type moves are ineffective against this pokemon.

Inventory:
N/A

Quest:
Scare some bitches and take their souls. Maybe discover the history of this world.

---

These guys talked too much.

Vi simply watched the brief discussion with disinterest, not removing herself from Trevors head. Well, the option to wait until morning was probably the smart and safest choice, but where was the fun in that? It didn't seem like the cave was very big in the first place, and she wasn't keen on simply waiting around for something to happen. She was going to brave that dark unknown and discover all of its contents!~

But she'd leave the little Dunslug alone for now. She should probably make sure the serpent and lizard didn't get themselves in trouble.

"Hey, I'm only really going to make sure you guys don't get jumped." Vi chimed in, still latched onto Trevor's head. "...annnd well, I don't fancy sitting on my nonexistent butt for five hours waiting around for something to happen." Finally letting Trevor's head go, she moved to the front of the party, twirling around and looking at them as they left the cave. "You wanna find secrets and stuff, you gotta find it yourself."

Once outside, Vi felt...well, pretty normal. As a ghost the cold probably wouldn't bother her much, not to mention the rain probably had zero effect on her. She cast a glance up to the sky, before zipping off a ways.

"If it's food we're looking for...I feel like I should mention I don't think I need any." She zipped back, almost hitting Trevor in the face. Man, floating was weird. Putting on the brakes was difficult. "Seems I might feed off of emotions or something. That dunsparce's anger was pretty tasty, actually, hoho."

Now that she was properly outside the cave though, Vi began cautiously observing her surroundings. It wouldn't do to get ambushed by something out here.

"Hey, so, what exactly can I do anyways?" She was a ghost, so she was assuming she had some sorta ghost-like abilities.

[User]
Lance
Moves:
-Scratch
-
-
-
Health: Full Health
Status: None
Ability: Defiant(Raises Attack when a stat is lowered)
Inventory: Empty
Quest: Find a way to get back home.

---

 When the snake scolded him, Lance was quick to defend himself. "I don't care who made the fire. I refuse to endanger myself by going out in the storm. If you want to do so, then that's your problem." It seemed that Trevor, Vi, and Ravi all decided to ignore his advice and brave the storm. Even without the lightning, they risked freezing to death, or possibly meeting their end at the hands of this world's wildlife. They really had no way of knowing what they'd run into out there.

 For now, the four who chose to stay could only wait. As there wasn't much else to do, Lance began to speak to the others, specifically the two that hadn't introduced themselves yet. "I suspect we'll be staying together for a while, until we find a way back to our own world. I think that, at the very least, we should know your names, yes?" Though he was confident that he'd get a name out of the yellow snake now that she didn't think she'd been kidnapped, he wasn't so sure about the acorn.

[Assistant]
Celina

Moves:
:-Peck
-Growl
Health: Full health
Status: Calmed down
Ability: Natural Cure
Quest: Get back home or help as much people as possible in this world

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Celina looked at the group of people going to leave the cave. She then look at the dunsparce, pawniard and the seedot calmly. Well.. considering this… the pawnard could probably be able to take a physical hit…. The seedot could probably use bide… the dunsparce.. Well until she gets new moves, she can at least try to hit hard… Celina sighed as she then tried her best to fly and get use to her body, trying to move around the cave a bit. She just tries to be careful, but also try to float a bit.

"Good luck you guys… and take care and be careful… I hope nothing bad happen to you guys."  she then says to them before they leave as she float and get close to the pawniard and the others. " Ya… names would be good here… don't really want to call you guys by species name all the time."  she says calmly to the group.  "And I do hope we can go home one day… or else we might need to learn to live here… as the form we are." She then adds, shivering just a bit at this. Being stuck here… if the people here were all hostile, then this would not be fun at all…

[User]
Some of the Pokemon led by the flameless Charmander left, and Nathan briefly worried they would be alright, the Steel-Type had some good points. He immediately did his best to ignore those worries since it wasn't like they were or anything. Luckily he had a good way to do as the urge to ram into something had gotten even stronger. But still what if it was somehow real, after all he could feel pain.

At that time the Dunsparce spoke up and her comment about brain damage convinced himself to ram into the wall since he showed no signs of brain damage and if he wasn't feeling woozy or anything worse than some strange tension and dizziness after running into a wall at full speed for three times then it couldn't be real.

As he prepared to charge the Swablu, "Celena or something.", said they should introduce themselves. Nathan saw no need to but he also felt that if he refused she would keep bothering him about it. "You can call me Nathan."

Moves:
Bide
Health: Full health but slightly dizzy and feeling a strange tension in his lower body
Status: Developing bide?
Ability: Early Bird
Quest: To get his hands back and learn more about this world and how and why he got there.

[Assistant]
Ravi
Moves:
* Swagger: Confuses opponents and raises their normal attack.
* Wrap: Binds opponents like a constrictor and does damage while opponent is constricted.

Health: Full
Status: Hungry
Ability: (Shed Skin) May heal itself from status conditions by shedding its skin.
Inventory: Nothing
Quest: Make friends and get along despite his intimidating voice and appearance.

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 "Hmm...don't you think it'll be in our bessst interessst?" Ravi quickly hissed at the Charmander in reply.

 Trevor's question was reasonable. The laissez-faire approach wouldn't have bugged him back on planet earth. But Ravi wasn't entirely sure. Perhaps, it was an overactive imagination at his trope knowledge. Or a survival instinct kicked into overdrive. Whatever it was, it was becoming deeper than the desire to grab a snack. How many of them didn't grasp the conceivable dangers of their situation? Was nobody curious or the least bit concerned about possible flooding of the cave? Or that larger and more hostile pokemon would come to seek shelter from the bad weather? It made his stomach queasy as the typical optimist to consider all these negative outcomes...though maybe that was because he needed a bite.

 Before they'd even entered the storm, much of the group had dampened spirits sitting to simply wait and see. The actual specter seemed to just be enjoying the spectacle and coming across as a little airheaded. On second thought, the ghost pokemon would've been able to go by herself with less risk being hindered by the rain like Trevor or Ravi. But there was two potential issues with her going alone. One was a selfish fear about one's self-centered behavior. As Vi could find important things and keep it to herself, or hold such a favor over their heads. But Ravi dismissed that one almost immediately since he trusted in the good-naturedness of strangers. The other relating to Vi getting into trouble without anyone there to help. It was something he couldn't accept happening. Swallowing the lump of unease in his throat to prepare for his first journey into the unknown, with a smile on his face.

 "We'll return in no time with food and information! See? Even the rain's beginning to let up!" Ravi exclaimed vibrantly. Although the sudden loudness might've simply startled the unexpected group. The latter sentence said to convince himself, over fooling the others. Looking on the bright side as lightning brightened his slithering stride. Sticking out his head from the cave like a child inching his foot closer to a pool. Receiving the same cold harsh reality pelting him as he jerked back his head, maintaining a straight face juxtaposed with his mind's anguished cries.

 "GAAAAH! COOOLD!"

[User]
Jeri

Jeri's attempt to stretch up her body as a living windblock was hard to maintain, kind of like holding a plank. She relaxed her form, deciding to try and tense up again as soon as a particularly strong gust threatened the fire. Perhaps her attempts to shelter the fire weren't doing much, after all... but it helped her to at least feel like she could do something about her situation.

"I'm Jeri," the Dunsparce responded. "And I dunno about you all, but I have a life back home that I'd really like to get back to." Jeri let out a defeated huff, some of her spitfire fading as the misery of their collective situation began to sink in. "I'm gonna get screwed over on that scholarship cuz I'm busy being a FRICKING Dorkémon."

Jeri frowned as she looked around at the other three who had stayed in the cave. By this time, she still believed she was probably kidnapped... but not by any of these Pokémon. She worried about what kind of being could've transformed them into Pokémon... it might be something powerful. Though Jeri felt eager to use her superpowers to paralyze any lowlife who tried to threaten them, she wasn't too keen on getting Hyper Beamed by a creature with the power to drag people into a different world without them noticing.

"Hey, does this ring a bell to any of you?" the Dunsparce asked. "I'm good at survival, but I'm not a Pokémon expert. Is there some sort of Pokémon that's known for changing people's species and taking them to other planets?"

Moves: Rage, Defense Curl

Health: Full health

Status: normal

Ability: Serene Grace

Inventory: none

Quest: Get back in my human body!!

[Assistant]
Lance
Moves:
-Scratch
-
-
-
Health: Full Health
Status: None
Ability: Defiant(Raises Attack when a stat is lowered)
Inventory: Empty
Quest: Find a way to get back home.

---

 It seemed that the acorn and snake had both calmed down at this point, at least enough to reveal their names. Nathan and Jeri - now, he knew the names of everyone who'd gotten trapped here with him. Lance hoped that it was just the initial shock of waking up in a new body that made them act the way they did earlier, and that it wouldn't be a regular thing.

 Now that he had a moment to think, he was finally able to take a good look at his new body. Though he wasn't sure exactly how big he was, he was clearly a lot smaller than a human. If he had to guess, this body was probably still very young. The same seemed to be true for the others, as well. More than likely, they would grow over time, but the real question was how long that would take.

 In response to Jeri's question, Lance shook his head. "I've said this before, but I'm clueless when it comes to Pokemon." He then turned to the other two. "I assume you two would know? The way you've been speaking, it's clear you know something. A great deal more than we do, at least."


[System]
H I L D AG O R M A N

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A G E:
16

G E N D E R:
Female

A P P E A R A N C E:
Hilda's appearance is what you would expect of a combat oriented mage; long limbed, slim and athletically built. Her Gorman genetics have gifted her with a graceful six foot figure and a tanned complexion, coupled with light brown eyes soft dark hair. Alhough her ever growing stature is quite intimidating, those who look up will be met with a soft and kind expression that shows no intention of frightening anyone. Hilda likes to stick to her long sleeved shirts and jackets, as she seems to get cold very easily.

Y E A R:
1st

R A N K:
Novice - The girl is in serious need of some extra magic help.

R O O M N O.:
6-B

P E R S O N A L I T Y:
A quiet and mellow soul, Hilda doesn't seem like a daughter of a renown family of combat mages. An embodiment of the saying 'actions speak louder than words', Hilda supports others with her kind acts and gentle personality to make up for her lack of speech. She strongly believes in character growth, peaceful negotiations and understanding others, and does whatever she can to be as caring and supportive as possible. The girl can be a little socially inept and a totally hopeless romantic at times, but Hilda has a very big heart, and it often shows.

Although her kindness shows almost no bounds, Hilda will always stick to her roots as a competitive and determined combatant. While her father taught her the importance of compassion and camaraderie, her mother taught her the instincts of a battle hardened mage and the thrills of a competition. When met with a challenge, Hilda will rarely stand down; whether it's to improve her magical capabilities or fighting a one-on-one battle with a fellow student, the girl won't back away from a challenge. Hilda believes that others can gradually improve, including herself who still has so much more to learn.

M A G I C D I S C I P L I N E:
Klingenhaus - A magic revolving around the generation of an extremely strong metal. The Gorman family specialises in the offensive use of magically constructed metal objects (armour, swords, shields etc) though this can be used for noncombat purposes. Although this type of magic sounds simple on paper, actually learning how to use it to some degree of effectiveness is difficult. To create a specific object (a sword for example), one must thoroughly learn the shape and construction of said object to be able to produce it properly. The more complex an object is, no matter how big or small, the more practise it takes to construct; although Hilda can construct a spear just fine, the precise swirls of a simple nail, the sharp edges of a sword, and the intricacies of plated armour are still beyond her level.

E Q U I P M E N T:
• A sketchbook that Hilda draws in to help visualise different objects from different angles. She's quite the artist herself, actually.
• A spear that Hilda practises with in order to maintain her skill with the weapon. She'll often be up early in the morning swinging the thing around.
• A broadsword that Hilda keeps for similar reasons. She claims that she likes to sleep beside it because it 'makes her feel safe at night'.

B I O G R A P H Y:
Hilda was a lucky kid. With two wealthy loving parents with a knack for magic and four older siblings ready to jump anyone who dared to harm their little sister, one may think that Hilda's childhood was relatively mundane and pretty great. But having the surname Gorman and being the daughter of one of the most famous Master-level battle mages in the world would not guarantee her a mundane childhood.

While other children went to play ball games in the park, Hilda would be learning how to fight with a spear and a sword. While other kids would be playing tag with each other, she would be running laps fully clothed in metal armour. She would spar with her brothers and sisters and sometimes her mother, and for a while, Hilda's family was all she ever knew. But her parents gave her all the of the love and care in the world in hopes that their daughter would grow to become a strong and respectable woman. Although there was a lack of social interaction with other kids, Hilda was happy the way she was.

From four years of age to fifteen, Hilda was nurtured into the warrior girl she is today. But although she definitely had the 'combat' part of combat mage fulfilled, Hilda was lacking in the 'mage' department. Magic was not the girl's strong point, and after eleven years of training, the only thing Hilda could properly construct was a simple metal spear. Her mother's teachings would not be enough to bring out Hilda's abilities, and at age fifteen and still not being able to create a useable sword, the girl would have to continue her magical education elsewhere. With her mother's deepest regrets, Hilda was signed up for the Breakfast University of Magic.

M A S T E R:
Irene Gorman - Hilda's mother, and the current matriarch of the Gorman family of combat mages. More commonly known as 'Iron-Clad Irene' for her fast and skillful use of metal generation magic.

If Hilda was forced to sacrifice something important in order to move forward, it would be: her magical abilities. An unusual sacrifice for someone gifted with the ability to use magic, but as someone who was never good at controlling it, Hilda wouldn't mind sacrificing such a thing. Making giant shields out of nowhere and creating unlimited amounts of swords sounds nice, but with her extreme physical talents, Hilda can still go places.

If Hilda was offered to have a single wish fulfilled, it would be: to knock a few inches off her height. Hilda is actually very insecure about her appearance and the whole 'six foot tall and still growing' thing, so perhaps taking her height down to a solid 5'5 wouldn't be all that bad. If her older sister could still be a total musclewoman at only 5'3, then maybe taking off a few inches isn't a bad idea.

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@Kaesus

The Blue shimmering light flashes, momentarily blinding Luna's field of vision. She was not use to such bright lights. She materialized and looked around at, what she would call, her new home. A new chance to shed her past, and move forward. She arrived with nothing more then her teady bear and MP3 player. A part of her regretted applying for the school, nothing good would come from her magic. Most saw her use of shadows as mischievous, sinister, or evil. But that boothered her less, then the burden she placed on those around her, She hoped she wpuld make friends in her time hear, but she was afraid her roommate won't like her at all.

 She scanned the people walking through the campus. She looked out at the night sky for a moment, before moving away from the glyph. She started to walk towards the dorms, She noticed a few students talking, and decided she didn't want to be a bother to them. She moved to a tree close by and sat down, clutching her teddy bear. She listened on to their conversation, hoping she might be able to find a little more info about what she should do now. She decided that if she wanted to make friends she would have to be outgoing. She stepped around the tree, hidden completely by the shadows. She approached the cheerful girl, standing slightly closer then she probably should have by the time she lowered her obscurity revealing her self.

"The shadows are lovely this time of year. Obscuring pain, and danger. An easy place for Mischief to hide." she was nervous talking to someone, so she obscured herself again without thinking, and continued to speak from her invisibility, while walking around the two, "When you focus on the light, or the moon, you miss all the little things that love in night." she revealed herself once more now standing on the opposite side of Melody. "Don't you think?"

[Assistant]
Alex wrapped his arms around himself as he made a beeline for the dorms. The young man was from California. He was wearing a t-shirt, some jeans, and a light jacket. He was happy to be in the academy, that was true, but he hadn't known it would be so cold. He was followed by what appeared to be a large papercraft, trotting along with him with unnatural agility on short, stubby legs.

"Boxdog." BoxDog barked, as they reached the dorms.
"I know, I know. We can unpack when we get inside." He said, then stepped into the facility. Warm air greeted him. The young man shivered, rosey frostnip dusting his cheeks as he found his room. It was sparse, for now with just a mirror and a bed. The flap that made up BoxDog's mouth distended, and soon, it was regurgitating Alex's luggage. While BoxDog did so, Alex checked himself in the mirror. As always, he was very effeminate. Hell, even beautiful. His height and build made him look more like a skinny girl, and his long, soft, platinum blonde hair was hardly doing him any favors. To top it all off, he had big, sapphire-blue eyes with long lashes.

"We should probably look for the auditorium." He said to BoxDog. He was very soft-spoken. He opened the door to his dorm, and despite his magical upbringing, he was a bit taken aback when he saw luggage following a girl in an amazingly pimped-out dress.

"A-ah! Miss!" Alex called after Viola. Even his voice made him seem like a girl. He was very soft-spoken, and when he was nervous it only became moreso. "Um. You wouldn't happen to know where the auditorium is, would you?" He asked. If anyone knew where things were, it was likely to be the person who was levitating their luggage around.

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H I L D A

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• The Breakfast University of Magic •

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Hilda was shocked when she suddenly found herself under a midnight sky. The blue light dissipated, and before her stood the campus of the Breakfast University of Magic. She clenched the strap of the bag that held her spear and sheathed sword, and breathed, in and out. Hilda had never been so far from her family before, and her hesitant walking pace showed that. But in order not to look like a nervous wreck in front of the entire student body, Hilda distracted herself with other thoughts. The parting advice her siblings gave her immediately came to mind, and during most of the wait for the opening ceremony to begin, it was all Hilda was thinking about; Camilla pestered her to study hard, Burkhard told her to make lots of friends, Guntram said to exercise everyday, and Frauke, well.

Frauke said that if anyone dared to start anything with Hilda, she should take her spear and pierce thirteen holes in each of their lungs. Hilda was sure that wasn't allowed.

A cold shiver ran up Hilda's spine as she walked, the school map in her hand to guide her to the right place. Even in that giant fur trim coat and woollen turtleneck sweater of hers, Hilda could still feel the midnight breeze nipping at her exposed fingertips. She quickened her pace (almost falling over another student as a result, in which she gave the person an apologetic wave) in hopes she could at least warm herself up a little. When she arrived a bit earlier than needed, Hilda just quietly waited. What else could she do other than that? Setting her suitcases aside, Hilda stood against a wall and just stayed there. For some reason, Hilda felt the atmosphere around her become very, very awkward.

She took this time to glance around at the other students and the huge buildings that surrounded them. Hilda was really being hurled out of her comfort zone this year. So many faces she didn't know, completely new locations to get used to, she had never experienced such things all at once before. But the unsettling feeling of an unfamiliar environment brought encouragement for discovery and new beginnings. Hilda couldn't deny the the fluttering of excited butterflies in her stomach.

Yet still, the cold bothered her. No one else seemed to be wearing jackets as thick as hers, and Hilda couldn't help but think why. Some of the students that walked past carried coffee flasks in their hands, and one boy that stood a few metres away seemed to be downing a gloriously warm drink to ward of the supposed cold weather. Hilda couldn't help but longingly stare at his cup of coffee, her fingers tangling up impatiently as she continued to wait for the opening ceremony to begin. Oh, what she would do for a cup of hot coffee right now.


[System]
Nickname: None.
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Appearance: Tall, about 6"3, African American with a strong jaw and dark brown eyes. Always with five o'clock shadow. Has dreadlocks that come to just below his shoulders, which he intends to cut off once he graduates. Full lips, easy grin, muscular. Usually wears a close fitting black tshirt and jeans, and white Jordans.
Ex: Adelisa Davis
Favourite Color: Grey
Favourite music: Rap, Rock, Indie, Classical. He's into nearly everything but death metal and pop.
Hobbies: Reading, drawing and painting, swimming, hiking, video games.
Animals: Great Dane called Merlin
Personality: Charismatic, good at starting conversation and keeping it going. He makes people feel at ease, and is always up to try new things as long as it doesn't jeopardize his chances of graduating law school and going to work at one of the top law firms in New York. Can be impatient at times.
Car: Doesn't have one. He's saving for one, but most of his money goes into rent and the like. This vacation is probably the only one he'll have for a while.
Major: Is in law school, intends to go into corporate law.
Tattoos: None. No piercings, either.
Other: Is so careful about the impression he gives off because prejudice puts him at the disadvantage, he feels. That's why he doesn't have any tattoos or piercings.

[User]
Amelia smiled, happy she could help her friend. The smile on her face was real until Hunter faced her once again. It was heart breaking to stand here before him and her heart and mind pulling her two different ways. Her heart wanted to kiss him, to tell him she still loved him and she forgave him. Her mind reminded her of the pain she went through and that she was best off putting up her wall that she was so good at utilizing to protect herself from hurt. Amelia watched Lila walking toward her room and called out, "Lila, I'll meet you at the lounge chairs. Okay?" And walked out the door after Hunter. Once in the hallway he took a deep breath and let out a soft sigh. "Hunter? Wait, please," She said in a soft, sweet voice.

She waited until he stopped then walked up to him. She stood close to him, closer to him then she had been since before their split. The small of his cologne filled her senses. He was still wearing the same cologne as when they were dating. She would never forget it. She use to steal one of his shirts that smelt like him to sleep in at night. She stood there for a moment with her eyes cast downward, collecting her thoughts. She had so much she wanted to say, but she needed to be careful and not hurt him or her in the process. She let out a sigh and looked up to connect her hazel eyes with his and lost her train of thought again. Suddenly they were so close she could smell the champagne on his breath. Her thoughts melted away and suddenly they were back at the college's winter banquet- dancing slowly hand-in-hand to classic songs, looking into each other's eyes like they were the only ones in the room.

Amelia snapped back to reality, standing in the hallway of a condo, the smell of his cologne and champagne, and tears staining both of their faces. How did everything go so wrong?

[Assistant]
Jareth paced back and forth in his room, shirtless and dripping seawater everywhere, but he didn't care. Out of anxiety, he chewed the already chipped black polish off of his fingernails on one hand while he held his phone in the other. Depression, anxiety, those and a host of many other things came along for a lifelong ride after a childhood spent in the foster system.

High,
 high,
 he would feel so much better if he was high.

No, he couldn't, not now. Instead, he spun around and began digging through his duffle bag until he found his benzos, one of the only drugs in the bag that was actually prescribed to him. He had already popped back two Xanax when the buzzing of his phone caused another wave of panic and anxiety to crash over him. Not only did she read the message, but she responded to it. It was right there, all he had to do was open it, but his fingers shook over the button. This was stupid, he was stupid. It had been two months, they agreed everything would get better if they just moved on.

So just pick your head up boy, and
Walk away
Walk the coolest walk that you know
Cause in a month or two she'll call you
You gotta hang up the phone

But he couldn't ignore the phone, not when he was the weak one that reached out in the first place. She was like a drug to him, and he never could resist a drug that made him feel that good, regardless of the side effects. So, he opened the message and read it. Her words rang truth that spoke directly to his soul, they never could do what was best for them... but it was the last sentence that really had him hung up.

I need to see you.

With trembling fingers, he typed in the address of his condo suite, not knowing that she was only a few walls away. It was a bold move - a foolish, stupid move - but bold none-the-less. But the message was sent. Nothing good come of her coming over here. Not while he was alone. Not if she came alone.

Stupid.

Stupid...

[User]
Lila jumped in surprise when her phone chimed again, and let out a gasp when she read the address to where he was staying. And here again, were the odds playing against her. Out of all the places to stay in this town, out of all the rooms in this condo, and the boys had been assigned 724, the one across from their own. She stood up and was ready to go before hesitated for a moment, knowing that she was probably about to make a big mistake. But it was now or never: here was a chance to shed her pride and bare her soul to the man she so loved.

Lila dropped her phone on top of the bed, slammed the door open and rushed out of the room, but stopped short at the sight of the kitchen counter. Milli and Hunter were gone. Not only had Hunter left behind the champagne bottle, but he'd also left his room key. With a swift movement, Lila snatched the room key and sprinted to the room across the hall from hers, failing to notice anything going on around her. Her nervous fingers trembled as she tried to open the suite's door, making the task somewhat difficult. It was only on the third try when she gained access to the suite 724.

She found Jareth in the only room who'd had the door closed, his back to her. She noticed that he was shaking and holding his prescription bottle in the hand that wasn't holding his cellphone. The sign was obvious: he was having a relapse of his mental illnesses, all because of Lila's impulsive actions. I'm such a monster, Lila thought with tearful eyes. What kind of woman caused more pain to an already broken soul?

Lila ran the short steps separating them and hugged him tightly from behind, pressing the side of his face to his bare back. "JarBear, I'm so sorry!" she told him, her voice cracking. "I'm so sorry for everything. You deserve so much better than me. I'm a heartless, cold-blooded monster. But, I swear to you, no one will love you more than I do. I'm here for you, sweetheart. I'm not going to hurt you. Put the pills down, baby. I need you, Jareth, and I'm so terribly lost without you. I love you so much, more than you can ever imagine."

[Assistant]
Adelisa heard the door slam shut and she jumped from the couch, falling onto the ground. Her eyes were wide and reddened, looking around for the source of the slam. She was now alone. She was always… alone. Adelisa stood up and shook her head, almost like it was easier to just shake off the self-hate than to wallow in it as she had done just minutes ago. She stood up silently and walked into her room, not caring to shut the door.

She had to leave. If she stayed, she would probably try to drown herself in alcohol. Her eyes went to the window and she sighed. The only place she could see herself was travelling the world and creating smiles all around the world, even if she does not smile as much as everyone around her. She softly hummed a song as she started collecting her clothes and packing. All she had to pack were her clothes she changed out of, but she was in a slow mood so it took long enough for her to stop and start singing.

 pulled away to face the pain.
I close my eyes and drift away.
Over the fear that I will never find
A way to heal my soul.
And I will wander 'til the end of time
Torn away from you.

The song was meant for sorrow. It was her way of release, if she couldn't drink she'd sing. Adelisa closed her eyes and swayed.

My heart is broken
Sweet sleep, my dark angel
Deliver us from sorrow's hold
(Over my heart)

Tears fell as the song continued, but it was almost a relief. Her heart fell into the lyrics like a lover losing her other half. In which, it was sort of true. Adelisa lost her lover to his own thought process. She lost him to other people's thoughts. If Adelisa were to sail the same boat he was on, she'd surely jump.

I can't go on living this way
But I can't go back the way I came
Chained to this fear that I will never find
A way to heal my soul
And I will wander 'til the end of time
Half alive without you

She stopped and fell onto her bed. It was the lyrics that made her feel better, but the tone fell into her heart and sank it with it's heavy anchor. She looked out of the window and took in a deep breath.

[User]
Luckily for Grant, the gym was nearly empty when he arrived. He wasn't crying, but he had the crazy urge to hit something. So that was what he did. Picking up a pair of boxing gloves, he moved to the punching bag in the corner, although he didn't see the bag, he saw the guy Adelisa was flirting with. He hit him once. Looks like we both weren't right for each other after all. He him it again. Dammit. He hit 'the guy' twice more in quick succession, each punch more powerful than the last. How did he feel about Addie? He loved her. Grant wasn't always the most fun guy out there, preferring his quiet activities or hiking to partying, preferring to make connections and go for tons of internships to hanging out at a bar, but Addie was his fun side. She made him laugh, feel more alive than the thought of becoming a lawyer. It was his dream, but she'd been his life. Except for the part where you were too ashamed to be seen with her, a snide voice from the back of his mind reminded him. He hit the bag with all his might. Suddenly it didn't look like the guy,it looked like him. Sweat streamed down his face. No, not ashamed. He'd never been ashamed of his beautiful, beautiful Addie.

Then what? She'd complained about how he'd never even hold her hand in public, how he'd never mentioned her as his girlfriend to his mother or pretty much anyone but Hunter and Jareth. He hadn't been ashamed, he knew that much. He'd been afraid. Of what people would say, yeah. His father, before he'd been shot in a courtroom, had always told him that he'd have it harder than other people, white people, yes. People would subconsciously or consciously judge him, and it was important that he never give them a reason to think him a thug, a delinquent, anything less than the best lawyer. He needed to conform. So he had, until Adelisa came around. She was beautiful, and he'd wanted her, but he still didn't want to risk everything he'd worked for over how unorthodox she was. Her tattoos, her piercings.. It hadn't fit with the image he wanted, so he pretended to everyone that she wasn't in the image at all.

But hell, now that she wasn't in the image at all... Grant's fists were a blur, giving blow after blow until he could hardly think. I need her, he thought, panting, but it looks like she doesn't need me. Giving a last, tired punch, he tore the gloves off and wiped his face with the towel round his neck. He wouldn't ask for her back, he didn't deserve the chance, and maybe she'd find someone better suited for her. Grant was giving up. He walked out of the gym, heading back to his condo for a shower.


[System]
Basic Information
Species: Human, Elf, Dwarf, Kossith
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, Awakened
2
, Spirit
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, Golem
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Age:
Gender:
Class: Mage, Rogue, Warrior or any combination of the three
Appearance:
Curriculum Vitae
Specialisations: Any combination of those available in the Dragon Age universe. A maximum of five can be selected and at least one of those should be from the same class as your character.
Notable Traits: Does your character have any quirks, mannerisms or habits which make them stand out from the rest of the population of Thedas?First Trait:
Second Trait:Flaws: Character defects, past injuries or other details which may hamper your character during the adventure, or act as plot hooks for me to work with.First Flaw:
Second Flaw:
Third Flaw:Skills: The main abilities your character tends to rely on the most. The list needn't be exhaustive as all characters with be presumed to be able to perform basic actions automatically.Backstory
Biography: How did your character end up where they are today, working for a ragtag mercenary company seeking work across northern Thedas.
Personality and/or Motivation: Who is your character and what drives them to continue living the life of a mercenary.
Player's long term goals: Whether your character's aim in life is to rule a kingdom, become the richest person in Thedas or breed a prize-winning nug, this section lets you set a goal for them to try to live up to.
Relations: Whether your character is associated with any of the others in the party, with any characters, groups, gangs or official organisations of note in Thedas. All characters are assumed to be associated with the mercenary company we're playing as, and have worked with the Inquisition recently, so these needn't be included.
Secrets: Is there anything your character is trying to hide from the rest of the group, or which they themselves are not aware which could affect the party in some way?

1 - The big creatures who are the main followers of the Qun and generally refer to themselves as "Qunari". No distinction is made here to to whether your character is Qunari, Vashoth or Tal-Vashoth and this should be noted in the 'Relations' section below.
2 - Darkspawn follow of The Architect which has managed to regain a portion of its own willpower. It's upto the player to decide just how much willpower they have, but the character should at least be sentient and self-aware.
3 - Any creature which originated in the Fade, or magical creature born Fade-touched would be considered to be a Spirit. No distinction is made as to whether they are a friendly spirit or an aggressive demon and the player should give details of this in the rest of their profile as appropriate. Possessed characters should only be identified as spirits if the spirit is the dominant personality for the character, as with Justice.
4 - Players should note whether their character is an ancient golem from Orzammar or one of the 'new' golems created by Branka using the Anvil of the Void during the events of Dragon Age: Origins.

[User]
"Were you talking to me?" 'Etta asked looking up from her examination of the fish for a moment and turning her head around in puzzlement. "Oh, right... sorry, mind wandering there for a second... umm, where was I? Oh yes, if we're going to be heading into the Free Marches, I'd really love a chance to stop off in Tantervale. I've heard there's an arcanist there who's developed a new form of magic called technomancy, where she uses machines to help channel magical energies. That should prove to be an interesting diversion, shouldn't it..?"

For a moment the dwarf looked around at her fellow companions before her eyes seemed to lose focus for a moment before turning her attention back to the fish splayed out in her lap. "Fascinating, forward momentum induces pressure on the gills, aiding aquatic respiration..."

[Assistant]
"Well I'm not saying we go vacation there or any bullshit like that! It's just...you know what, let's just say it's personal shit, okay," Fredrick said to Cassius, "And, hey, I can fucking handle myself, okay? Any fucking tevinter mages that think a one armed elf is easy pickings will learn just how fucking misinformed they are."

He paused.

"Okay, no, Tevinter would be fucking dangerous and that's probably a thing I should just do on my own later. Forget I opened my stupid fucking mouth about that bronto shit."

His only response to Gerald was to raise his middle finger at the mage.

Mangy approached Henrietta, looking on in interest. He listened to her ramblings, and barked as she talked about the fish.

"Mangy, somehow I don't think she's going to start giving science lessons to a fucking dog."

Mangy whined.

"Just don't fucking bother her. She clearly wants to do her own thing."

Mangy growled.

"Maker fuck, Mangy, fine! I'll let you try to get fucking science lessons from the crazy ass dwarf! I'll just be here, listening to the mages fucking scare each other with stories of Orlesians and Antivan Crows."

Freddy turned his head away from Mangy, and Mangy returned his attention to Henrietta, and watched as she examined the fish.

[User]
"You're so pleasant." he teased Fredric.
"Your decorum is so pleasant... I wish I could swear every time I open my mouth, unfortunately I don't have a bad temper." He somewhat stared blankfaced before turning back to the mage.

"In short, everything I said was correct and you gave additional exposition to further my point... duly noted. And I thank you for such wisdom." He bowed his head just a bit as a sign of acknowledgment and respect. Still, he did feel this man was cold and calculating by the tone of his words.

It didn't take him long to walk over to the rather curious dwarf who's curiosity rivaled only his.
"And what is it you are up to... A fish...?" Cassius stared slightly stupefied that her curiosity was sated on a fish. Yet... he never really thought of aquatic creatures,so in a way he was a bit more invested for some reason or another. Life was sure intriguing to him to say the least.

[Assistant]
Walking back out of the shadows, fastening his pants as he approached the fire, Martin moved over to where the mapo was lain out and quickly started to scratch out details onto the parchment. "Right, so I think the majority agree we head for the Free Marches. And there's three possible routes we could take, depending on where we want to end up..."

Orange - Land routes; roads, paths and cross country. Purple - Deep Roads.
Blue - Water routes; rivers, canals and lakes. Green - Imperial Highway.
Big Red Spot - You are here!

"The way things are right now it's a matter of choosing between Starkhaven or Kirkwall, since the tensions between the two cities mean it would be an arsehole's squeeze trying to get from one to the other without having to answer a hell of a lot of questions about our intent. We'd most likely get strung up as spies before we made it in sight of the walls."

Pausing to give a nod in Henrietta's direction Martin tapped his dagger down on the river in the middle of the Free Marches. "If we're heading for Tantervale, then we should look to press on to Starkhaven, traveling along the Minanter River. Otherwise there's the coast or mountain routes leading us to Kirkwall."

With a quick glance over his shoulder, back into the darkness from which he'd just emerged Martin reluctantly added, "There is another route as well. An entrance to the Deep Roads not too far from here which could get us to either Kirkwall or Starkhaven a lot quick, and a... reliable source tells me the tunnels are being kept clear by an ally of the Grey Wardens, so it should be safe enough to travel in relative safely. And by that I mean we'd likely get attacked by darkspawn once a week, rather than once a day."

Sitting back down Martin gave a moment for the information to sink in, letting the Company make their own decisions as to what the best option may be without his interference swaying their choice.

[User]
The mere mention of that city's name sent a shiver down Gerald's spine. He had left with reason and to go back to it so soon? No. Not now.

"The city of chains is not a place we should go to. Rivers and water would hinder us in getting there. Besides what is there to gain there? Nothing. Go to Starkhaven. Zealots and worms live there but they probably could afford to pay us more than a city still rebuilding from events that happened there." Gerald said plainly as he stirred his soup.

"The deep roads though as I said are fraught with unknown mysteries. The Red Lyrium could be down there and that is what drove many templars to madness. We'd do well to avoid the deep roads as long as possible. Besides I don't intend on getting near a darkspawn. I enjoy my freedom as it is without the need to become a grey warden. Whatever happens to wardens is directly linked to dark spawn and while they are on the surface now in some places they are still in bulk in the ground. The dwarves we fools to dig too deep and too greedily into a place long forsaken by many. Just because the wardens say they are clear doesn't mean they are. Or have you forgotten what the Inquisitor told the people the of the world about what they thought they were doing at adamant? Coerced by a cultist thought to be their salvation."

[Assistant]
Cassius simply rolled his eyes as Gerald's complaints. Though some were valid, and understandable, but being part of a mercenary company to his understanding was about taking risk for big rewards. However, he knew very little about Wardens other than they were very respected. The Blighters however he had grasp on.

"I see the deep roads as very minimal in terms of danger from what I can evaluate. The leader here stated that the Wardens cleared out the roads a great deal. One encounter a week as well as discovery. And if you see something dangerous, you don't touch it. You wouldn't jump on top of the fire. Would you?" He smirked a bit.

"On top of that, it is more dangerous above land where wild life,spirits,highway men,bandits and assassins are likely to strike you. Darkspawn are the lesser threats when there is the probability of those other threats I listed." He folded his arms.

"Besides... our lovely dwarf friend here would be able salvage and rediscover things useful. It honestly seems even less risky... lack of weather, meaning you don't have to worry about being rained on, snowed on, hailed on, lightning for all the metallic items you have. But..." Cassius pursed his lips a bit.

"You'd also need to prepare more supplies. Less likely to be stolen at that. Also. No Tornadoes to worry about." he joked.

[User]
Gerald scoffed and smirked at the comment made by Cassius uninterested in his rather sad rebuttal.

"But why pray tell would an assassin target us? And what do we fear from bandits or spirits with such a large group. Besides Inquisition forces may be encountered on the way and they could help us as opposed to hoping we don't run into darkspawn. Bandits and highway men are fodder unless they're remnants of the mages or templar rebels. Fodder we can kill with ease. If we go along to Starkhaven then we will be going along the highway most likely. We can gather supplies from passing merchants. I'm not saying I don't trust the warden efforts. BUT I do question how much they really did do and how effective it truly has been. King Cailin thought his men could clear out the darkspawn at Ostagar and now he's dead. An army led by Loghain Mac Tir a hero and veteran. If that man saw little chance in the wardens with an army at their backs I see little reason to see how successful they were without one. I say take the route more traveled and hope we get a profit in Starkhaven if not we can at least make a name for ourselves there more so than Kirkwall which stands in The Champion's shadow. In the end I doubt we will find anything else than a quicker travel pattern and danger. If the wardens cleared out them so thoroughly anything seen as remotely valuable would need be in the hands of the infamous Legion of the Dead who actively helps them. I see little gain outside a possibly quicker travel path through the deep roads to Starkhaven...or Kirkwall..."

[Assistant]
Listening to them talk Martin plucked his pipe from his mouth and bent forwards with a moan. His age was getting to him and all this resting and shifting around was making his bones ache. "Remember boys, it's just as dangerous on the surface with the bandits, wild beasts and pox-filled whores as it is down in those tunnels. At least down there you know you're sticking your knackers in a blender, rather than only finding out when the pus starts to seep."

As he spoke he shifted in his seat slightly, his hand tugging at his codpiece as the unpleasant memory of a dwarven nurse looking up at him with amusement in her eyes as she applied the hot coals to places hot coals should never be applied.

"As for others from the Inquisition, most are back in Orlais and Ferelden right now. I wouldn't be relying too much on their help unless we send riders out to fetch them."

[User]
"Is it me... or do I hear whining?" Cassius put his ear out in a rather mocking display.

"Fodder? Ugh huh...ugh huh... Arrogant I see and a narcissist... got it. Not wanting to find lost materials an alchemist or a Smith could use... check." He rebutted.

[Assistant] "Though how much I despise the underground the Deep Roads is a good choice. Wouldn't it be a short travel time if we took the Deep Roads?" Lian asked sitting forward and resting her chin on her fist. Her gaze was still focused on the fire, except for the occasional glances up at the rest of the group. "I put my vote towards the Deep Roads." She said with little enthusiasm in her voice.

[User] "It would take nine weeks of walking to get us to Starkhaven from here. The Deep Roads would take only three, although we'd still have to come out onto the surface to get around the blockage the Wardens set up over that old thaig they made off-limits." Martin replied, not even bothering to look up as he puffed on his pipe.


[System]
-Current: Suzanne Magistri

Age:
-Death of Past-life: Died at 76 Earth Years
-Current: 19 Earth Years

Gender: Female

Appearance:
Past:

Current:

Weapon(s):
-Past: N/A
-Current: Smoke Bombs (If available)

Magic capabilities of past and current: In both lifetimes, Dahlia/Suzanne were always Clerics. They preferred to heal rather than to fight. Whenever in close combat where fighting seems inevitable, Dahlia would use invisibility magic to run away from those who are close to fighting her. In the life of Suzanne, however, she knows spells that can weaken the strength of her enemies, allowing her to over power them and let others take care of it (Although she has never overpowered a Demonic being since she has never encountered one).

Job/Class:
-Past: Cleric for the Achaean Army
-Current: Currently looking for job, living with Parents

History of Current: Suzanne grew up almost with a silver spoon. She participated in Beauty Contests for children and normally win in the top three, is a Straight A scholar student, and follows The Golden Rule of Respect so you can kinda say she deserved to be spoiled. What made this worse is the fact she's an only child. Once her father died at 18, her mother encouraged Suzanne to start applying for College or look for a job. She decided to go the job route and search by going to the festival near the Bell Tower (Although she's a little late). She hasn't received a single vision nor dream of her past life.

History of Past: Dahlia grew up in a not-so-stable home. With her parents constantly fighting, it would cause her to always be outside of the house to avoid being caught in their fights. It was during on her walks when she was 8 years old when she met Eric Drone. Eric Drone had got his foot caught in a root of a tree, so Dahlia had helped him out by pulling up the root. Since then Eric and her have been close friends. Then when Eric grew up, he joined the Achaean army. Dahlia plead for him not to join, but Eric refused since he loved his country almost above all else. Only thing he loved more than the country of Greece was her, but he felt protecting Greece was in the same aspect of protecting her. Since she couldn't handle the thought of losing Eric, she too joined the army as a Cleric. She learned the arts of Healing Magic fairly quickly and soon was a great asset to Eric's survival, until Eric felt that she was no longer needed and convinced the head General of the army to relieve her of duty. Angry by this, Dahlia went home, packed up her things, and moved out and decided to live in her own home. A week from then, Dahlia would die a horrific death of burning from Greek Fire. As she suffocated and burned to death, she saw a figure toss something into the fire and chant a phrase she couldn't hear over her own screaming.

Name: Edward Æthan Stone

Age:
-Past: Died at on his 50th Birthday
-Current: Currently 18

Gender: Male

Appearance:
Past:

Current:

Weapon(s):
-Past: N/A
-Current: N/A

Magic Capabilities of Past and Current: Edward had extreme proficiency in Water Magic (preferred it's Ice counterpart) in his past life. That still continues into his Current life, except not as good since he doesn't have full memory of his past life.

Job/Class:
-Past: Medieval Jurist for the English Monarch
-Current: Lawyer

History of Current: Edward since he was a kid always wanted to be part of the government. Name any government position, and Edward at one point of time wanted to be it. His recognition of past memories only made his passion more extreme. He requested to drop out of school and go to Law school at 16. When the school think he wasn't ready, they gave him a test colleges normally give students to see if they can be certified to practice law. To the school surprise, he passes but not with flying colors. Local Universities immediately attempted to admission, but it wasn't until Yale mentioned a Full Ride Scholarship for the Legal Academy that he decided to go to college. In two years, he remembered most of his civic practices in his past life and learned American law, just enough for him to take the test again and pass with almost a perfect score. He became the youngest person to ever become a professional lawyer. He is now being sent from his professor to investigate an incident at the festival and see if he can get his first case of his career. Edward has also remembered memories of his past-life using Magic, but has only used it against dummies and never had any true experience fighting with it.

History of Past: Edward in his past life was born into royalty. Always wanting to have decisions just, he grew up having the profession of learning the law and learning to detect lies through facial movements. He became the Holy Empire of Helisum's King's Jurist in the court of Law. He was there to witness Vincent's banishment from the Kingdom and was the main reason as to why Vincent was even considered for punishment despite his contributions to the Kingdom. Maybe Edward had reasons beyond that of Draculi or Jealousy? His reason for causing Vincent's banishment will only be known to past-life Edward, or anyone else that was involved in the banishment.

[User]
Linia gave a sweet smile to Jessica. "Well the first thing that's most important when using magic, is that you have to accept it. Not worry about hiding it from others, that's when it becomes far more powerful, after that start experimenting with it." Linia said as she held out her hand, a magic circle appeared, and then so did a ball of light.

Cinia took the notepad and pictures from Eric and started to flip through them. "This is wonderful, thank you." Cinia gave a smirk as she picked up one of the crystals. "I need to see how well those reincarnations fight now." Cinia said with a smile as she placed the crystal in his hand. "This will return any creature of what it was in it's former life. Now from what I have been able to see, there is a chicken at the petting booth in the fair. I want you to throw this crystal at it. The chicken was a T-rex in it's previous life and should pose a rather great threat for them." Cinia said. "Try get a video of it while your at it, though in this day and age, there will be others doing the same thing, just act like one of the crowd." Cinia instructed. "I need to work on some more things while I'm at it, Oh and if you see a woman named Cia, let her know that I'm watching her." Cinia added.

[Assistant]
*4 hours before the Festival*

Suzanne sat and got dressed ready for job hunting. "Don't forget honey that you don't need to be afraid to look for Magic Guilds! They are perhaps the most friendliest group of people you will ever meet!" Suzanne's mother said, downstairs of their home. Once she finished getting dressed, she grabbed her umbrella and headed downstairs. She saw that her mother had already made Breakfast. "Awe you shouldn't have! Hehe... thank you!" She said as they exchange bows before kneeling down to eat. For that morning they discussed on job opportunities and the do's and don'ts to interviews. Once the meal was finished, Suzanne got ready to bike down to the festival, since it would take approximately 4 hours to bike there.

*4 hours of biking later*

There it was, the Festival of all time! It seems she missed the opening speeches, but that's fine since she was primarily looking for a job. It was then when the crowd suddenly dispersed and ran toward the ringing Bell Tower. With the crowd clearing, she saw a fight! Really? Should have expected this... fights always happen in carnivals and festivals... She thought to herself, but then realized it wasn't just any fight. She saw a soldier get it's neck sliced while another one beaten with a weapon that materialized from nothing! The guild! This is what my mom must be talking about... I hope this was just a demonstration... She thought to herself while she approached the scene. The dead demonic soldiers and a wounded person on the ground. "Oh my!!! Let me help you with that..." She said to Aria as she used White Magic to heal the minor cuts on her body. From the looks of it, it didn't seem like she had any major wounds, which was a good thing to hear. "Are you okay?" She asks Aria while she lifts her up.

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*Scenery is a local Airport near the Bell Tower*

"That plane was a bit close to that storm... but I guess since I'm here I should pay no mind to the insolence of the pilot." Edward said to himself as he picked up his bag from the pickup lane and proceeded out the doors. He wait by the curb for a taxi. He then got a call from his professor. Edward turned on the bluetooth and replied, "Yes? Oh hey Professor... So request to be sent to the county's festival and dropped of at Cinia's office? Okay. What do I say to them? Ask that I was sent here for an internship with my client either being her or Eric Drone? Alright. What if they say no? Okay... cool. Talk to you later professor!" Edward said responding to his professor then ending it with a closure. The taxi came and Edward gave the address. The trip was already paid for, so he didn't have to use any of his pocket cash.

Eric gets to the festival to see it desolate. "Thought this was supposed to be a festival? Where's the people? Oh well, I'm sure they can tell me!" He said as he approached the door to Cinia's and Eric's office, only to find the 'Closed' Sign on the door. The sign also mentions they will be back shortly. "I guess this is fine... I'll wait." He said while he sat down in one of the outside Guest Chairs. Once seated, he sees a group and two dead bodies. Is this what the professor meant by I will get a case soon as I get here? I hope he didn't plan somebodies murder... He thought to himself wile he waited.

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Jessica opened her palm and focused. Just remember... accept this magic and be open... She thought to herself. A ball of light started to form in her palm. "Oh my I'm getting it! I'm actually harnessing it!" She said while the light got brighter because of her happiness, suddenly another vision popped up.

"...I mustn't use magic ever again *sniff* not if it keeps betraying me like this..."

The light suddenly disappeared from her hand and Jessica flinched. "I-I'm sorry... had another vision. They have been more frequent since I met you guys!" She said focusing on her magic again. She eventually got the light back onto her hands. "Okay... what now?" She asked Linia.

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Eric looked at Cinia in disbelief. "So this will get us a Dinosaur... A T-Rex to a chicken is surely a devolution..." He said to himself. He gripped the crystal and put it in his pocket. He proceeded to walk out, when suddenly he saw someone sitting in his chair. "I believe you are either for me, or Cinia. Well I got some reporting to do so let me alert Cinia." He said, then popped his head into the office. "Ciniaaaaaa! Somebody is here for you..." He had yelled across the room. He then closed the door and sneaked behind the bushes until he was behind a big bush behind the petting booth. Alright Eric, time to turn this place into Jurassic Park! he thought to himself. He then pitched the crystal like it's baseball and it hit the Chicken. The Crystal suddenly shattered, but the fragments dug itself into the chicken, meta-morphing it's flesh into that of a Dinosaur, more specifically a T-Rex. It started to roar and headed towards the group near the Steam-Punk booth.

[Assistant]
Linia smiled at Jessica's progress. "That's good now imagine the light taking different forms. From there you can get creative." Lini said, that was untill she heard a large thud and then a roar. Linia turned to see the large Dinosaur. "Really?" She asked as she held out her hand, a shovel was summoned into it again. "I hope the rest of you are ready." Linia said to them as she held her shovel in front of her in a protective stance.

Cia meanwhile still kept her distance, she didn't want to interfere in this as others knowing that she was also a reincarnate was not something she needed everyone to have knowledge of. She had clients to take care of after all.

Cinia meanwhile nodded to Eric as she walked outside. "Can I help you sir?" Cinia asked as she approached the man on the bench. Cinia currently had her sunglasses on as to make sure no one saw her eyes, many could recognize her on her hair alone honestly, but the sunglasses helped alot when hiding her identity.

[User]
Suzanne, once finished healing Aria, saw the Dinosaur run towards them. "Uhhh I was raised to heal, not to fight. I'll heal you guys from here!" Suzanne said while she backed up, not wanting to fight something that should have stayed in prehistoric times.

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Edward stood up to meet Cinia. "Hello and my name is Edward Æthan Stone and I came here from a University where Professor Meechan dwells in his study of Law. He told me Eric Drone and/or Cinia Pacific could let me intern. I'm also decent with Magic so if problems like this..." He then proceeded to point at the Dinosaur. "Would ever arise. Do you need me to demonstrate or can we head inside and let them handle it?" Edward asked Cinia.


[System]
23
Bio: This young prince is set to be King of a small Arabic kingdom named Azkaban in a few short months, as his father recently passed away. He has always been covered in his parents riches, but was missing a part of his life, he could never quite figure it out; After all he could buy anything he ever wanted. At a young age he was trained in sword fighting, but never got a chance to use the skills, since he was always followed by guards.

[User]
The smells of the market in early morning were the best. Where the breads were just being done and cooling, the spice mongers getting their special cargo set up in their stalls. And people everywhere mingling to get what it was they desired.
"Stop thief!" Yelled some guards. A slim female figure slid into a side street a grin on her lips. She knew this city inside and out having been a street rat all her life. Natalie couldn't afford to buy anything, how could she when she'd been abandoned by her family a long time ago? No WAY in hell was she about to go to Madame Shiva's place either. She was not for sale for anyone. Not for any reason. Even if at times it had gotten very tempting, she'd somehow rallied and gone through the horrible time. How, she was never sure. She climbed onto the roof tops to avoid further capture, still running and jumping from one to another. She had a tiger to feed, as well as herself.
"Gotta steal to eat, gotta eat to live." She muttered to herself, the only rule that she had during her years.

[Assistant] The prince was usually not allowed outside the castle gates, but he hated being inside all the time. He wanted to mingle with the poor and befriend those who live in his kingdom, so when he became king, he would be able to help his kingdom thrive. As he was roaming around he met some very interesting people. He was broken out of conversation with a younger boy, when he heard a commotion. He heard a the distinct voice of one of the castle guards, yelling about a thief. "Samuel, I have to go." He said to the young boy as he sprinted towards the commotion. He had to be sure to stay out of the guards sight, because he was not supposed to be out in the city. Sneaking through an alley, he caught a glimpse of the guards chasing a slim girl.

[User]
"Come on guys! Give a gal a break?" Cooed Natalie as she slid out of sight from some of the guards. "It's just a bit of meat. You really do not want to starve my house guest. Besides I can't afford it, you've never caught me, can't we let bygones be bygones?" She teases as she pulled down some fabrics to cover the guards still after her trail. She stopped to catch her breath and felt the eyes on her and she turned her head spotting the ill hidden man near by. He was dressed SUPER fine in all those silks. She felt both longing and a little bit of hatred for what the man represented. The rich who wouldn't even spit at her much less make sure those like her -the cold and starving- had anything.
"Go to Madame Shiva for entertainment." She snarled and climbed up the other building to get to her home.
"There's the street rat! Up there! We will catch her this time!" It was their honor if they didn't and yet she had always proved illusive.

[Assistant] The prince genuinely wanted to help, but undoubtedly had no way of doing so, without being caught by the guards. She was invariably the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. There must be some way he could help her. He moved cautiously about the alley ways, keenly watching her jump the roofs expertly. Maybe he could follow her to her home. While moving through the local streets and alleys, he bumped into a vendor. "Watch were you are going!" the vendor yelled. As the prince turned to look at the innocent man he replied gently "I'm so sorry sir." When the vendor realized who it was he apologized profusely. "Don't worry. I just ask you one thing." The vendor looked at him in anticipation. "I was never here." The vendor nodded as the prince ran back into the alley way. He had lost track of the charming girl. Sprinting through the alleys he caught a glimpse of her again and again followed her.


[System]
Age: 25

Appearance: Connor is a rather unimpressive person, being of average height and build. Muscular enough for people to believe that he is in the militia, but not so muscular that he looks more of a brute than an artist. He has ginger hair, cut short to militia standards, but it still licks at his brows and collar of his shirt. As if nature had decided to make him look like distilled-Irish, he has bright, green eyes.

Occupation: Artist/Militiaman

Personality: Some might call him a coward, but Connor prefers to describe himself as being more discerning as to the types of risks he is willing to take. Who cares if his reputation suffers when he runs from a fight he's absolutely confident of losing? As long as he is in one piece and is able to function properly the next day, it's all fine by him. Besides, he never puts himself forward as a warrior; he's an artist first and a soldier second. A very, very, very far second.

He is rather open with his thoughts, though that has less to do with lack of tact and more to do with having lived much of his adult life on an island faraway from civilization. Sometimes it may even appear that he is talking to himself, but he's not crazy. It's just a method he uses to prevent his train of thought from derailing, though from the disjointed thoughts that comes of his mouth, it can be hard to believe. Just trust in that he knows what he's doing. Most of the time.

History: An Irishman living in Scotland while serving an Englishman trying hard to be Scottish. Don't worry if that confuses you; sometimes Connor feels the same as well. Born to an impoverished Irish family in Victorian-era London, to say that Connor had a rough childhood would be an affront to the phrase 'massive understatement'. If the other - usually English - street urchins didn't make his life hell, then the deep-seated against the Irish, especially Irish Catholics like his family, did. If a day went past without him or his family being wrongfully accused of a crime, or he did not have to run away from anyone, Connor would have taken it as a wonderful day.

In a rather roundabout attempt to show others that they were a good, British family, Connor's father pressured him to join the army in some capacity. The best outcome would be that Connor would be sent off to fight in some faraway corner of the globe for Queen and Country, and his father would be able to proudly say that at least one member of his family was doing some good to the British Empire. Connor, however, wanted to have none of that. He loved drawing, and usually spent whatever spare time he had sketching out scenes from his life onto whatever scraps of paper he had. Soldiering was not for him; Connor wanted to be an artist.

After several arguments and failed attempts to physically pull Connor to a recruitment office, he and his father settled on a compromise. Instead of joining the regular force, Connor would join the territorial army. He would never be sent overseas, and as long as he pretended to be sad about it every time a war broke out, he would still appear to be a good little patriot. Even better, Connor had to option of choosing where he wanted to be posted, and he chose to be sent to the Shetland Islands, or as his father called it, the 'arse of the British isles'.

It was a perfect life for Connor. The Shetlands were faraway from the mainland enough that he was rarely ever called for service, and as long as he fulfilled his yearly requirements of showing up to prove that he could still fire a rifle, stand in a file and fight alongside his regiment of fellow misfits, he was left alone. The islands were also quiet, and provided no shortage of scenery for him to sketch, and eventually, paint. It was not long before his talents were noticed by a rather wealthy local who then hired Connor to produce his works of art for various auction houses. The money, while not amazing, was good, and Connor felt himself believing in the whole 'luck of the Irish' thing.

Oh, if only he knew where he would wake up.

[User]
Observatory.

Sidwell spun at the noise of the voice but was already throwing his arms to his temples with a pained face, blotting out the sensory world. The lordling had not even yelled, but his fragile, dreamy sense of calm had cracked and was shattering under the angry, questioning torrent. "Oh mercy," he gasped, dropping to his knees, an imperfect prayer position on the hard timber, and the prayer was already spouting. "Et dimitte nobis debita n-nostra sicut et nos dimisimus debitoribus nost-t-tris," he murmured rapidly, only slightly breaking the latin rhythm as the prayer ground to a halt at its end. 'And forgive us our debt as we forgive our debtors'. Mildly appropriate for Hell, but the teenager in finery was not quite Satan.

The questions Sidwell had heard were foreign to him, but even as they spoke a meaning was assembling itself out of them. Complete memories of words in perfect Frankish, as if there had never been another language. Voice, tone and and accent were all preserved to the finest, most human detail.

A cautious lift of the head to look at his speaker again. Not in the face, of course. "My, ah, my la- Liege," he addressed, unsure of the sex of his fellow damned soul but unwilling to stare. "Your friend is named Innocent, of the Sidwells. I believe I am dead, but I do not know."

[Assistant]
Map Room

Tommy had been dreaming of beer....lots of beer. A fountain of it, he and his buddies filled their glasses and clinked them together and sang and old hymn.

He awoke with a startle, not the way you want to end a good beer dream, the floor that he was sleeping on scratched his back, like bark...he knew bark, he was a lumberjack! Had he fallen asleep in a tree again?!?! The room spun with sleepyness before he finally came to. There was, what seemed to be a boy with a tail and cat ears...a woman threatening him with a hammer, and a young man with glasses. In situations like this, Tommy was more in the "Wait and See How It Plays Out" camp...but given the circumstances that he had no clue where he was or who any of these people were, he felt the need to say something. He stood up, a tall man, when he stands up people notice.

"Now let's just wait a minute here." He said in his deepest voice, "First....why don't we lower that-there hammer real slow. Secondly, where in the name of maple syrup and whiskey are we, and what is going on?

[User]
Map Room

"We're all trying to figure out where we are. So far it's a pretty safe bet that we're on a ship." Deciding that it would be better not to trapped in a room with strangers Chris opened the door. The wind rushed in and the loose maps strewn about began to flutter around. Not seeing that as a critical thing he took a look outside.

Out in the open the scene looked slightly familiar, from what little he knew of ships, but as the room already showed it was not ordinary in its own right. His observation was interrupted by flying paper. He had misjudged the mess the wind was creating and closed the door a bit so they would at least have the light without so much of the wind. "Sorry. That was a bit more than I expected. I was also kind of expecting it to be locked so that's weird." With better vision he looked about the room again. The flash of metal on the shelf caught his eye and he walked over to it but waited on reaching for it. He still didn't know enough about these people so better to be cautious.

[Assistant]
Engine room

So she was right he was a solder, she still did not know from where. Just because a person talked in an accent it did not mean they currently lived there. She was just going to have to wait until he gave some sort of clue where he lived. She was a little surprised that to hear that he was also an amateur artist. For some reason she did not think that someone in the military would be into anything like that. Then again she did not know anyone in the military.

"Well my book The Reaper's Lie is on the New York Times Best Sellers list right now. That would be the one I am most known for. It's being sold in many countries right now so it should be available in any book store."

She personally did not think she was that well off. She had been careful about spending her money. Her second book was not out yet and she did not want to risk not having money if it did not turn out as good as the first. "It makes enough to get by. I really don't want to go back to school to be an accountant. Being at a desk all day is not the life for me. I'd rather go to a park and wrist a novel any day."

She took a look back at the two sleeping members. She wanted to make sure that they were okay when they got up. If they were anything like her they would start thinking the worst right away. The last thing she needed was a fight occurring and someone getting injured. She doubted the room had a first aid kit anywhere. So when she saw that there was one sleeping body she looked around.

She saw the girl on the other side of the room. She was hold something that she could use as a weapon. "Hey put that down. You're going to get your clothes dirty. I've already tried the door, it's locked." She then pointed to the horn. "We're waiting to hear a response for the speaker here. Maybe someone can come and let us out."

She hoped that was enough to get her to drop the weapon and come join the group, she doubted it. She barely trusted these guys, but right now this was the best opportunity to get out of this place. Or at least find something to eat.

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OBSERVATORY

"Mhm?"
 Dakota rolled over slightly. He was roused by the soft murmur of voices. It was probably his mom on the phone. He rolled over the rough bark, reaching out onto the bedside table to shut the lamp off -

There was no lamp.

 Dakota quickly snapped out of his blind groping. He was on the floor, not in a bed. And what's more, he was supposed to be leaning over Karl's cage, feeding the Siberian husky doggie treats, not... not whatever the heck this was.

 His leg began to quiver and his heartbeat began to quicken as he was hit with the frightening, abrupt realization that he was not at home. He wanted to scream, to call for help, but something told him that wouldn't be a smart move. He subconsciously felt his headphones resting on his neck. His eyes followed the wires to his pocket, and pulled out his iPhone. No service, no WiFi -

Dakota grumbled under his breath as the battery icon gave way and the screen turned black. No battery.

 Slowly, he brought the shattered pieces of his resolve together, taking a clearer note of his surroundings. The faint rolling and bobbing of the floor indicated that they were at sea. The wood looked like it had aged quite a bit, but it seemed... living, uncomfortably reminscient of the belly of a great beast. Looking around, Dakota noticed the brass telescope and the domed ceiling were clues that the room was an observatory of a sort. He involuntarily made the sign of the cross. He wasn't Catholic, but it helped still the nerves.

Suddenly, his observations were interrupted by the sudden outburst of noise. A quivering middle-aged man, a girl in Egyptian garb speaking in a foreign Arab-ish language, and a burly tattooed Caucasian man with a considerable amount of facial hair. Dakota took a deep breath as he tied his thick winter hoodie around his waist - were these people his captors, or fellow prisoners?

"...Uh.. h-hello? Who are you?"

[Assistant]
Now that Connor thought about it, the writer's accent did not match any of those that could be found on the British isles, or at least those that he knew of. Her mention of New York was what made Connor guess that she was an American, and that simply added to the mystery of their presence in the room. Whoever, or whatever had brought them here certainly made sure that everyone came from different parts of the world, and if Connor was willing to entertain the idea, different periods of time as well. He had decided that the clothes everyone else wore looked far too strange and different to be from any part of the world that he knew; even the French probably did not dress the way the other two did.

Still, Connor decided to keep that theory to himself for now. It sounded ridiculous and silly even in his head, and the last thing he wanted was to make a fool of himself. There were still parts of the world unknown to him, like the deepest parts of Siberia, the central Asian plains and Canada. That made for a lot of places the other two could have come from. "Ah, I apologize. I haven't heard of that book." Connor said sheepishly and scratched the back of his head. "I don't think there was a bookstore on the part of the Shetlands I lived in, and we only do get books every once in a while from the steamers that roll through every week or so."

He cleared his throat. "But New York? I hear that it's more Irish than Ireland nowadays. Can't say I'm surprised. The English are doing grand ol' job in making us leg it for the New World." He said with a grin, and was about to ask about what the writer had meant when she said that she was going to school to be an accountant. As far as Connor knew, that was something you learned as an apprentice, not something you could master by simply flipping through a book. However, he noticed that her attention had be drawn by another person who had woken up.

The other girl looked terrified, though Connor could not say he blamed her. He could tell that she too had come from somewhere far away - the newspapers and tabloids had been filled with news about the ongoing war in some nation in the middle east, and if he ignored all the traits that were obviously added in for propaganda purposes, the girl more or less fitted the description of someone from the region. Or, at least according to Fleet Street. "Don't be too afraid, we're all friends here." Connor said, though he kept his hand hovering near the hilt of his sword bayonet. He nodded to the other two with him. "They haven't tried to lynch me for being Irish, so I'll vouch for them."