[System]
Apparent Age: 20? 25?

"IS": A rabbit, for all you know.

Description: This Kite stands at 4'4" as a bipedal white rabbit shrouded in black attire noted in 'Armaments'. Lithe and otherwise physically unimposing.

Armaments: Mage attire, at a glance. They're garbed in a yet-to-be-inspected midnight-black fabric: A hooded robe ending at the knees and elbows, long boots with a yet-to-be-inspected metal 1.5inch heel and toes, gloves end in similar metal segments at each fingertip. All Kites currently seen are dressed the same, sporting a horned bird mask which somewhat obscures the fact that they're not human, though the fur of Violet's kite is snow white. The purpose of the mask is currently unknown.

Teraterifficence: Violet's Kite apparently wields a terrifying proficiency with psionics, capable of 'thinking' concepts into reality either inside another person's mind as vivid, potentially brain-melting hallucinations or, as demonstrated in Post Zero, manifesting physical objects typically in the form of nebulous and fleeting bladed objects.
A uniqueness in what 'pact' that has apparently been signed with Violet, Violet's Kite does not stay dead, apparently capable of rapidly recovering from mortal injury or at least eschewing the finality of spells that would otherwise outright kill a target. The extent of this power is currently unknown.

Your World: The Backwards Castle; built upside-down, its tallest tower reaches far underground.

Backstory: There is a tree. There is a kite. There is more than one kite. This one belongs to Violet.

Main Theme

Boss Theme 0: 'The Tangled Kites'

Name: Keepakura Suketthe Nyvaal 'The Seer of Eyes and Biter of Teeth', 'The Keeper of All Hollows', 'The Bird That Eats Us'

Apparent Age: Indeterminable

"IS": Indeterminable

Description: A snow-white beak and nebulous darkness filling in their empty eye-sockets and mouth save for how a set of large humanoid teeth and a long ink-black tongue seemingly float within. They posess a myriad of hands and heads, though a body has yet to be seen.

Armaments: Indeterminable

Teraterifficence: Unknown

Your World: The Backwards Castle

Backstory: "See nawh...once upon a tiiiime...ah simply was...an now here we aahr~"

Other: Speaks with a hauntingly pleasant southern drawl akin to a gentleman at all times.
"The Haunt"

"The Bird That Eats Us!"

Obligatory: Sponsor 'MasonParker' on Paetreon for their artwork that I used for 'Keepa'

Name: Kaath...
Apparent Age: Their alien race makes it difficult to discern anything between "25-40"
"IS": A monster
Description: Standing at about 5'6, Kaath appears monstrous and feathered. They wear a greatcoat of a mastercraft design, plates of metal set in and out in a quilted pattern with a belt around the waist to distribute the weight. Underneath sits a bespoke fit of a breastplate over a gambeson. Breeches tuck into plated boots with greaves hanging casually from their thigh. Casual, almost lazy of a donning. Upon the lapel of their coat's collar are three distinct pins of honorific significance. Simple, but profound in each of their design.

Armaments: A sword of radiant magnificence and perfection that stands in stark contrast to its current wielder's motif.
Teraterifficence: Currently displayed is a strength and speed wholly supernatural in demonstration, wielding a greatsword with the tact and speed that one would a shortsword.
Your World: Yet to be elucidated.
Backstory: Kaath's coat has a few pins upon their lapel. One of a crest of galvanized steel, a shield with two spears linked with laurels. One of a serpentine dragon on a plate of presumably silver, kept well polished. One simple dagger with a backdrop of a crescent moon.
Other: Nothing yet.

[User]
As well as it could have. Violet would unconsciously keep petting the Kite as she'd talk with Kaath... or at least she would but it would seem she's not exactly the most talkative type. She'd watch as Kaath would continue to clean and polish her sword. Maybe that sword means a lot to her? I could find out but if I asked she probably wouldn't let me and even if she did, I'm not sure I'd want to look into her past. It's not like Kaath was wasting her time though, something about the polish, the soft lighting, it all just made the blade look all the more beautiful. As she was getting lost in thought, she'd feel something under her hand move with a very familiar sound.
 Violet would slowly lift her hand and her eyes would begin to grow very wide as she'd watch Kite slowly come back to life. K-Kite? She would quickly go and scoop Kite up in a hug but then she'd remember what happened last time. Remembering his injuries, she'd offer and pat on the back and a friendly I'm glad to have you with us again! Looking to Kaath, Well the muffled talk, yeah all the time. This hissing and wheezing is new. Violet would move closer to kite to see if there was anything she could do to help. She'd then watch as Kite removed their mask revealing the adorable face they kept hidden.
 She'd watch Kite try to compose himself and steady his breathing as he looks over everyone. He'd again talk in that language she still couldn't understand. She'd look to him expecting a vision to be coming but instead she'd hear Kaath... speaking? Kaath began approaching Kite with a clear murderous intent and readying her sword. Violet KNEW she couldn't take Kaath in a fight, but she prosimed Kite he'd always be on his side. Besides... she fought a few Nightmares in her world, how bad could this be... She'd stand and place the ball near Kaath in an attepmt to get her to stop for a moment. Kaath what are you doing? Kite isn't our enemy. He's been helping us get out this whole time. There's no need to get violent right now. Please relent. She wasn't expecting much from this and if Kaath wanted, she could probably bat her ball away without any effort, but she had to try something.

[Assistant] [Unnecessary]

[User]
"Swimmingly, as I've heard it put. Better than 'drowningly', I dare say." Walker shrugged, already intent on putting that little team huddle behind him, given that he wasn't keen on someone running around with the knowledge that V had. Then again, he'd agreed to it, so he would have to make that particular little divergence in plan work for him. As much of a plan as he had which was, right now, survive long enough to get a proper read on what was going on, and the more he learned, the less he could accurately pin down properly. All vagueness and oddities, even when straight answers were given, he knew some folk who would thrive on this whole song and dance. Emphasis on the past tense most likely, though a certain Kite reviving suddenly did bring everyone's attention back around. So with the mana being thoroughly burnt out, he was now wondering what had moved into its place? He was no magician or conjurer, but he had trouble naturally believing that someone would come back from beyond the brink like that.

 "Not to my knowledge, V would know more and, given her comment already, well, that's the sound of someone suffocating, slowly. That mask isn't doing any favors anymore." Walker watched Kite closely, the sounds of, and the eventual movements, of struggle to ride themselves of the mask would produce with morbid attention. The draining color was...strange as well, and frankly reminded Walker of some of the Relics that ended up in the trade around Istvargrad, though this one would have been significantly more dangerous by virtue of it having apparently attempted to...adhere to Kite's face. The color situation was also a reminder he was most certainly nowhere even close to familiar territory, though eventually the mask was wrenched clear and seemed to be seeking a face before coming to rest naturally. Right, give that a wide berth, duly noted. Of course things couldn't just stay simple nor easy, given that Kaath decided to look at him, speaking in a tongue he didn't recognize, and began advancing with her sword readied. And of course V took offense to this, attempting to intercede. Great.

 "V, if Kite burnt out completely we can't know how the recovery will look. More importantly, we don't know what they're saying. Kaath, looking to put that sword to use on Kite, or the mask they managed to ditch?" Walker knew a fight with Kaath, even in their current, slightly improved state, but they could possibly figure things out better. Survival wasn't always about doing the right thing, but the right thing to see another day. Still, his muscles tensed and prepared to move as quickly as he could muster if he had to drag Kite out of the way of an attack. He couldn't stop Kaath from making a move, not with a weapon that size, but he could make the target of said attack much harder to strike. He didn't know enough about Kaath's capabilities to guess, and probably wouldn't for some time, but he did feel obliged to at least make an effort on Kite's behalf before leaving them dangling in the wind, as the saying often went. If the mask was the target, or hell, the residue it left, that was another thing entirely.

[Assistant]
Kaath dismissively snorted at Violet's request, though they hesitated as Violet lifted their crystal ball between them. A brief moment of surprise danced on the monster's expression as the weight of their glowing pools of amber shifted from the woman's face, to her...bauble...then back to her. For three breaths, Kaath seems to wait...waiting for Violet to 'throw the first punch' before their surprise cooled to a disappointed contempt; an expression of annoyance that something so small would get between them and their aim.
With a long breath, Kaath heard them out, their eyes even turning to Walker with a brief consideration. Kaath's right hand rested on Violet's shoulder, being left-handed, and she leaned in to share a few intimate words.

"S'one moit be..." she simply said, her tone collected but shaking. So close to the woman, Violet could make out a scent akin to honeysuckle and a faint lavender. Their breath, however, was a...non-voice...Kaath seemed to be speaking through inhaled breaths, likely to give it a shriekingly lighter tone than whatever their true tones were. The proximity seeped a malice into the faux fortune-teller; a trembling of seeming eagerness that radiated out from their physique...until Violet would realize she was involuntarily shaking.

Given how Kaath's voice had sounded, so far...accented, stuttered and masculine.

Kaath weighed the consequences, the arm on Violet's shoulder slipping down to hold them close, hoping to keep the articulations of a mage from blasting a hole through her. Kaath's left eye looking somewhere else as their sword arm extended with a withering screech of the metal sheering through the stone ceiling in a swing over Violet's shoulder.

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And nothing came. No squelch or slice. Not even the crunch of the massive metal reaching ground.

The sword halted mere millimeters from cleaving Kite's skull. Kite swallowed, sitting and looking up at the sword and then to Violet and Walker with wide eyes.
Kaath, meanwhile, seemed perplexed...but not entirely surprised as they tried a sawing motion, the massive blade rocking in mid air.
With a gasp, Kaath broke from Violet with a step, heaving back the blade and lashing for Violet with a fluid motion that was lost in the dim light, the intention found once Violet would perceive the cool radiance of the metal being close to her cheek, as Kaath had apparently attempted to bisect her with a semi-vertical swing...before the blade halted like before.

"I..." Kaath stammered, taking a few steps back, pulling the sword close and looking from its hilt to the group with wide eyes. "...I...see..." she softly spoke, curiously running a corner of the heel of her right palm to the sword's edge, which ate into her flesh like boiling water into snow...the apparently expected reaction, as Kaath only winced and pulled her hand away and violently shook it, glaring, confusedly, at the group. "Issss not right..." they growled, kicking over the logs in the fire in frustration and pacing another step away while hugging their massive sword. "E'res only evah one 'tha fekkahs! Yer story's shoite!" Kaath bellowed as if to call Violet out, an insulted and hurt inflection to their tone as they then worriedly addressed their sword with the polishing cloth, retrieved from their pocket, to pinch and smooth clean the spot that had sunk into her own flesh.


[System]
Appearance:
Gender: Male

Race: Human

Faction: Luminous Knights (MIA)

Personality: Fredric was always and idealistic and charismatic man. Recent events however has forced him to temper that idealism with brutal realism. Though he has almost limitless strength of spirit, his body can only push him so far. Fredric devotes a majority of his of his down time in study, meditation, or training. Still, he will not refuse conversation and is often the unofficial leader of his group.

Bio:Fredric D. Ferdinand was born into a family of low ranking Luminous Knights. The lack of status did have its benefits. He had a loving family, good friends, and a great childhood. He not only joined the LKs because he was from a military family, but because he wanted to do real and lasting good for the people of Altea. The happiest day of his life was the day of his Initiation Ritual,for he finally had the power to do good. With the help of his new squad mates and the LK, the world will finally be rid of the evil outsider rouge mages. After a few successful brigand apprehensions, and a raid repelled here and there , Fredric and his close friends/battle brothers were assigned to deal with a small time mob boss of a offshoot of the CharHornets. Usually the LK wouldn't concern themselves with the affairs of Outsider cities but the mob's influence was starting to make its way into lands under LK protection. This mission ended up going horribly wrong.

Stats:
STR:5
AGI:6
PER:3
INT:6
WIS:10
CHA:10

Spells: Smite - Casts a close range beam of Lumosity. At ranges closer than 3ft, the Luminosity will be absorbed by a person's body.
 If the person is a Mage, the Luminosity energy will cause damage like any other Luminosity attack. Produces little to no
 heat.

 Imbue - Channels Luminosity into an object. Can use simple elixirs or even some minerals and alloys to hold energy
 for later use as a light, bottled Smite, a heat source and more depending on composition of elixir.

 Lumen Strike - Projects a field of Luminosity around a the caster's limb. While this does nothing but cast a bright light from
 any particular part of Fredric's body now, he has heard legends of great paladins who had fists blessed with the heat of
 the sun and the force of a falling star. Fredric feels like this skill is worth developing, if only in memory of his
 battle brother "Squid".

Skills/Techniques: Unconventional Tactics - Will use Guerrilla tactics to fight a more powerful foe. Still heeds pleas for
 mercy and won't use poison, but will forgo most chivalrous codes if innocents are at risk.

 Close-Quarters-Combat - Trained with grappling, striking, disarming, and non-lethal take-downs. His body is just another
 side arm to him. Can be uses in conjunction with other melee weapons in different ways.

 Amateur Alchemist - Can concoct simple elixirs, practice field medicine, gather materials, and knows basic chemistry.

 Survivalist - Has basic knowledge for how to survive off of the land. Training given to all Knights

Combat strategy: In an even fight, Fredric will adhere to the code of the Luminosity Knights. However, when in dire straights, fighting against a dirty opponent, or when the lives at others are at stake, he will ignore those codes to do good. If faced with two bad options, he will always pick the third option.

Arms and Armour: Standard full plate armour of a Luminous Knight (Good Condition)
 Billhook (Good Condition)
 Dirk (Good Condition)
 Warhammer (Good Condition)
 Cat 'o' Nine Tails Scourge (Good Condition)
Accessories: Medallion of a LK (x6) - He wears the five medallions of his fallen battle brothers and his own around his neck.

 Crest Ring - A ring that bears the Ferdinand family crest. all the patriarchs of his family wears one.
Misc. Items: [Book] Journal - Used to take notes.
 [Book] Alchemy for 3 INTies - A book on basic alchemy.
 [Book] Everything you Ever Wanted to Know About Tactics but Were Afraid to Ask - Guide to tactics, conventional and dirty.
 [Book] DON'T EAT THAT MUSHROOM! - A field guide on commonly found herbs and plants.
 [Kit] Standard Issue Adventuring Kit - A large pack filled with ropes, chalk, a tent, tinder, some pine-sap, a bottle of
 120 proof vodka, a compass, a water-skin, a hatchet, and a shovel. Fairly expensive but worth it.

[User]
Gwendolyn
Outsider Mage

Wendy snatched one of the pouches and counted out the money inside."Well, should be enough to last for a while," she thought. Then she put the pouch in her pocket and looked over the map, ready for everyone else to get on with this meeting. "Does he recognize me?" She wondered to herself. "I could recognize the feeling of his aura anywhere, not exactly sure how but I can. I'm not the only one he rescued from that infernal city though. The faces probably blur with him. But I'll never forget him. I came here hoping to have a chance at becoming his apprentice. Maybe after finding this Weisstraugh place, then an opportunity will arise."

Then she looked at the others and she looked at herself and sighed. "If I make it." Really, she wasn't sure exactly how she had made it here. She had carved herself a few rough arrows, but hadn't really been all that successful with hunting and mostly subsided on the few berries and other plants she found that she knew were edible. Her stomach growled a bit, really her money might be first spent getting a proper meal from the tavern. Everyone else definitely looked more capable of holding their own in a fight. And it seemed as of now that either she would look like an fool during their travels or she would get herself killed. "But there is no where else really for me to go, so I might as well go with them. Besides, maybe one of the others would be willing to teach me some real weapon skills or how to better wield my magic." But as the meeting hadn't gotten along yet, tomorrow was tomorrow, and her stomach rumbled again, the golden-haired girl ordered meat stew from the proprietor and had to force herself to eat it slowly.

[Assistant]
Damian BaringerLuminous Knights

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Damian watched along in silence throught the display before and the briefing after, all the while gauging his new found 'commander'. He knew of her, of course, but there was a world of difference between knowing of someone and knowing them. Still, she didn't offer much to the troops, simply cutting to the chase and immediately leaving. 'Poor report, quick to violence, and famous at that... She's got her work cut out for her,' the man's thoughts echoed in his own mind as his head shook, a mix of embarrassment and disappointment.

"You heard her. Might as well take your time while you've got it. Wouldn't want to show up late, and get knocked on your ass by the 'child'," Damian called out to the group behind him as he made his way from the room, making it a point to glance over his shoulder to the man that had been struck for his foolish antics. Damian had made it a point to know every member of the Knights of whom he served with, recalling several from the room before. No doubt some would be hesitant to even show, being new to the horrors of combat. It would be up to the senior soldiers- like himself- to guide and protect them, and try to ensure they're not returned to their families as corpses.

Though given time to prepare, Damian would waste none returning to his quarters and prepping his supplies for travel. Calling upon a squire of the order to assist him in dawning his plate armor, the man remained stoic and silent as the leather straps were tightened and the metal plates were fastened to him. Once fully adorned, the Knight would retrieve his blade and make his way to the stables.

Though several horses wore the armor of their order, Damian could tell his beast from a mile away. Though most horses would make themselves at home int their stalls, Blitzer remained vigilant at the front of it's quarters- awaiting it's master. This noble beast of burden had served the house Baringer for many years, even Damian's late father. In fact, this was the same horse his father died upon, making a permanent bond between the rider and his mount. Opening the gate to the stall, Damian walked inside and made is way to the riding equipment waiting on a post near the entrance. Fastening the saddle, bridle, bags and securing the barding, all aspects of his mount would be inspected to ensure the beast was as safe as it's rider. Once everything seemed up to par, Damian would mount the steed and make his way outside, awaiting the others.

[User]
Fredrick Ferdinand
Independent/MIA Luminous Knight
Fredric realized that this was the end. That last firebolt had blown off most of his plate armor, and knocked him on his back and into the charred remains of the rest of his squad. Racked with pain, he struggled to get up. Six of the seven men that made up the ring of mages around where he stood were now walking closer. The mages then picked him off of the ground and started shoving him around. Back and forth he was pushed, kicked, shoved and spat on until his inner fire reignited. He was managed to secure the stable footing that allowed him cast smite on the closest thug, killing him in a flash of light.

Before the five other men could move in for the kill a voice bellowed. "Wait! This one still has some fight in him!" The rest of the mages took three steps back as their leader, Mob boss of the ChaHorrnets, stepped into the ring.

"I want this lumie for myself! His friends didn't even last five minutes."

"You filthy, power hungry, vile monsters all deserve to be purged!"

"You still think you can even lay a finger on me? Then go right ahead! I want to see if you'll bleed out or if I cauterized your wounds trying to cook you alive"

A mage then threw him his blued and scorched billhook. After a short bit of fumbling, Fredric sluggishly slashed at the boss with his pole-arm. The mob boss jumped, ducked, and sidestepped every sweep, cleave, and thrust.

"You're going to have to do better than that! Oh this is fun!"

Enraged even further with this taunt, He gripped his pole-arm firmly and swung it over his head and at his opponent's skull. The strain of this ripped apart his back's charred flesh in a sickening pop. The boss dodges and counters with two slashes to Fredric's face, severing his mouth's tendons and causing his jaw to hang limp.

The pain set Fredric over the edge and overwhelmed him with righteous fury. He went berserk, throwing aside his billhook and brandishing his scourge and war-hammer. With a cry of anguish he charged the laughing mobster. Even though Fredric put every ounce of energy he had into the flurry of blows, they were all easily dodged and deflected by his opponent's sword. The boss then struck with his emblazoned hand right at Fredric's now ripped hauberk, burning a hole through his rent gambeson and through his abdominal flesh, exposing the muscle underneath.

In a final struggle for his life, Fredric imbues his own hands and abdomen with Luminosity, cancelling out the magic. With the magic nullified, he pushes the cretin's hand way from his flesh, and tackles the boss unto the muddy street. "I'm done playing with an insect like you!" bellowed the mobster. Fredric is easily thrown off and is sent sailing into the ashes of his slain friends. "You lumies need to learn to respect your betters!" The boss easily pins Fredric to the ground. He then starts shoving and smearing the ashes into Fredric's eyes, nose, and unhinged maw. The burning is excruciating as the ash is shoved down his throat and fills his lungs. Unable to even move anymore, his body goes limp. The mobster gets up and tries to dust himself off. "Put him in the carriage, I have plans for him. I'm going to send a message to everyone in this forsaken town."


[System]
Appearance:
Age: 21

Blood Type: O-

Occupation: Singer.

Specialization: Guns

Starting weapon: Crowbar.

Background: Bella as she goes by her friends and family as well as her fans, ever since she was little Isabella always loved to sing even singing in small local events which she ended up turning into her career. When she turned nineteen she ended up getting a record deal releasing two albums already, on her first tour her first stop to Banoi with a few other celebrities there after drinking and partying to much she ended up passing out drunk in her hotel room.

Other:

[User]
A loud hammering sound came from a nearby door, close to Louis, and then an emergency door was kicked wide open with a loud crash. Okoma growled lowly, brutally throwing the slow zombie off of his form, only to gasp as another one fell from the door and onto his neck. Before it could take a crunch out of his flesh, the young man plowed it's face in with his fist, making it fall against a shopping cart. Okoma was on his feet in a second, curb-stomping the mush out of the zombie's head while yanking his useful tool from his belt. The first zombie was back on it's feet, and lunged towards the larger man. On nimble feet, Okoma side-stepped it's clumsy lunge, gripping his wrench with both hands and swinging the light-weight, durable metal tool towards it's head.

*SPLAT*

Gore sprayed along the wall, covering his shoes and the bottom of his pants. "...Fuck." Okoma groaned, staggering back a step and panting slightly. His eyes wandered up, taking notice of Louis' form, and he straightened, walking forward. "Hey, the Hell's going on?" His deep voice had taken a confused tone as he eyed the chef; his TV hadn't been working. Maybe this other man had heard news?

[Assistant]
Victor raced down the hall, his heart in his throat. Visions of gore and carnage were all he could see. Corpses littered the hallways and blood was everywhere. The smell filled his nostrils and he just couldn't take it any more. Turning his head to the side, Victor vomited against the wall. He watched as the moss green splotch of his stomach contents mixed with the crimson red surface of the wallpaper. Fuck. This was a bad situation and as far as he knew there was no one else alive.

Suddenly, Victor heard what sounded like a woman crying coming from up the hall. He frantically placed his ear to each consecutive door on the way, attempting to pinpoint its location. He finally rested on a door towards the end of the hall. He could hear the sound clearly now. It was definitely coming from the door in question. "Hey is anyone in there?" He banged on the door with his pipe. Suddenly, a human like form lunged at him from the floor, yelping in fear, Victor took a mighty swing with the pipe in his hand. Splat! The creature's brains were dashed across the thinly carpeted floor. "Please!" He called to the crying woman inside the room. "Let me in! I think more creatures are coming!" He rapped on the door again, urgency in his voice. "Open the door please! I beg of you!"

[User]
"Uh, haven't had a hangover like this since... high school I think? Ow," Alex said as he rose from his bed. He looked across the room to see his little sister still resting. Well, she wasn't little anymore, but to him, Cass would always be his little sister. Not wanting to wake her, he quietly went to the bathroom and found some ibuprofen to help his headache. As he was sipping a glass of water, he couldn't help but hear a faint scratching sound coming from outside their room. Again, he quietly moved across the room, this time toward the door. He looked through the peephole, but something was blocking it. He opened the door, only opening it a few inches since he had forgotten to unlock the top lock.

Suddenly, a decayed face appeared in the space between the door and the wall and an arm shot through the gap soon after. Alex jumped back, away from the walker, and looked at it for a few seconds, his mind trying to comprehend what was in front of him. He then jumped into action, running toward the Beretta in his suitcase while also shouting for Cassandra to wake up. He came back toward the door and pointed the handgun at the walker's head. "Back away from the door or I will fire! I'm giving you to the count of three! Three... two... one!" He readjusted his aim and shot a single bullet at the walker's knee cap. It fell on its now injured knee, but kept trying to get in anyway. "It's not even human," Alex said before firing another shot at its head, killing it. He then turned around toward Cassandra. How much had she seen?

[Assistant] Confusion was only one of the words that described Louis' reaction. Crazed freaks trying to eat him was one thing, but watching some admittedly ripped guy bust in out of nowhere and then proceed to bash the heads in of said freaks was completely unexpected. He brought himself to his feet again still holding his wound. "No idea." A small grin as he tapped one of the bodies with his foot. "Judging from your little stunt I'd say you have a better grasp on the situation then I do, Mon'Ami."

[User] Chloe ran over to the door and opened it to reveal a man. He had not yet become one of those things. She pulled him inside quickly and locked the door. "help me put this wardrobe in front of the door" she yelled

[Assistant]
Isabella groaned loudly as she felt the suns bright rays hitting her face, she slowly opened up her eyes looking over towards the closed glass door that led to the balcony. She remembered opening up for last nights festivities with her band, it was one of her best nights she had performing and her first time in Banoi. Isabella slowly got up from her bed walking over towards the mirror in her room adjusting her hair, her red hair was a huge mess she was just happy that the hotel staff gave her and her whole crew private rooms. Adjusting her hair and tying it into a ponytail. "Help me!!!" Isabella turned around hearing a woman's cry for help she quickly turned around towards the door and opened it, just in time to see a woman being tackled down what looked like her manager except he was completely bloodied his white buttoned up shirt covered in blood.

The woman dropped a crowbar she could hear the woman screaming in pain as the man sunk his teeth into the woman's neck, Isabella grabbed the crowbar by her feet that the woman had dropped. Shortly after Isabella's zombiefied manager turned his attention to her, his teeth all bloody, and blood sliding down his chin before Isabella could do anything he charged right at her tackling her back into her suite getting the wind knocked out of her Isabella hit her back against the hard bedframe. Bringing her arms up to protect herself Isabella cried out in pain as she felt teeth sinking into her arm, using the sharp blunt end of the crowbar Isabella brought it over his head hearing and feeling something sickening pop as the end of the crowbar caved in part of his skull. Isabella laid there breathing heavily intense pain shooting through her whole arm.

"Fuck.." She muttered pushing the dead body off of her, looking around Isabella reached for the bed sheets under the comforter to grab the blanket below it. Isabella ripped a small piece of the fabric and quickly went for bathroom running hot water over the bite wound, the sink started to turn slightly red. When she thought it was clean enough Isabella quickly tied the torn sheet of paper over the wound wincing when she tied it off so it would stop the bleeding.

Going over towards the corpse that was once her boss Isabella quickly yanked the crowbar from out of his skull Isabella walked over towards the girl he had attacked getting a better look he had torn out a big chunk of her neck, she would have bled out in seconds. "What the hell is going on?" Isabella said to herself as she stood up and started to run towards the elevators luckily they were still in working order.

[User]
It was a very fun day yesterday because she and her brother were having parties! It is something that they truly love.

Cassandra was sleeping in her brother's room. Well their room. Yes they still sleep in the same room, doesn't matter. She suddenly woke up hearing her brother's voice, quickly stood up from the bed and went to the bathroom to put on some clothes really fast. A few seconds later she was out and went to her brother. "Can you let me sl..." she stopped seeing a body on the ground.

"What is this, brother..?" It smelled really bad too. What the hell was going on...?

[Assistant] "Eh, smashing their head works wonders." Okoma replied easily, twirling his multi-use wrench between his fingers before gripping the light-weight, steel weapon in calloused hands. "Name's Okoma, from the New York Warlords, although that probably doesn't matter." His deep voice took on a friendly tone as he offered the man an unbloodied hand. His mom taught him respect, after all. "We should probably get out of here soon. The dead's raising up pretty quick." He had already calmed down from the situation, adapting to it, like he did on the court, in the ring, and on the field. One of his skills, he guessed.

[User] So his rescuer was a football player? That explained a lot. Louis chuckled before he took his hand and got up off the ground. "I'm Louis, head chef of this fine resort." The sarcasm practically dripped from his voice. This place had been a dream come true a few months ago, but now he couldn't wait to get out. He flourished his knife and kept it ready, if the head was their weakness his girl would be more than enough protection. "You don't have to tell me twice. Let's go."

[Assistant] Okoma nodded seriously, only pausing once to grab what seemed to be a lead pipe off of the ground, near a luggage cart. Couldn't have too many things to wack heads with. Storing it in his bag, Okoma headed in a slow gait towards the entrance of the resort, the sunlight streaming through the dark, grimy glass door. With a broad shoulder he slammed it into the door, slamming it open and revealing them to the outside world. He couldn't enjoy the scenery, however, as his gaze was quickly zoomed in on a zombie, eating the dead carcass of a female maid. Eyes steeled with resolve, Okoma darted forward, slamming his heel against it's head...once...twice. It didn't get up. "Fucking parasites."

[User]
After a little bit Elizabeth regained her emotions and pushed the few tears away. Standing up she walked over to her door and looked out the little peep hole. Seeing blood splattered on the walls she knew this wasn't something contained to outside. Grabbing a light sweater she threw a bottle of water into the pocket before opening the door slightly. Moans filled the hall as she poked her head out and seen that there were a few dead looking bodies walking at the one of the hall. Holding her breath she pushed the door open and ran for the staircase.

Once she was on the other side of the door she slammed it shut as some of the walkers headed towards her. "What the hell is going on here, is anyone even left alive?" She questioned softly before heading down the stairs making sure to look down to the lower levels as she did so. On one level a door was opened and when she went to close it a walker jumped at her. Seeing their eyes as is pinned her down she could tell that the person was a walking corpse. Throwing her arm up with she scissors she stabbed them in the side of the head after struggling not to get bitten in the face. Standing to her feet again and taking a breather she ran down the rest of the stairs busting into the lobby thinking open space was better then a cramped staircase.

[Assistant]
Louis started after Okoma and winced reminding himself of the bite on his arm. The bite had managaged to break the skin and was bleeding but not incredibly bad. Remembering the hotel kept a first aid kit behind the front desk he walked over to it. Not only could he bandage up the cut, but he'd bet they'd have need of the kit later anyway. He stepped over a few corpses before vaulting over the desk. The area behind it was a wreck showed sign of a struggle. Sure enough leaning against the wall was the body desk attendant, a large chunk of his neck appeared ripped off. Whatever had killed him was either gone or one of the ones his new companion had killed on his entrance. Louis sighed before grabbing the kit he was looking for.

The body of the attendant lunged suddenly but he had already moved out of the way and the zombie fell face first into the desk. Louis shove his knife through the back of its skull before it could even move. He could hear a small sound coming from the body and had suspected it wasn't as dead as it claimed to be. "Rest in peace you poor bastard." He muttered just as he vaulted back over the desk and the door to the staircase opened again, a girl emerging from it. "Whoa! You're normal, right?"

[User] Breathing quickly when she broke out of the door Elizabeth was slightly shocked to see someone. Standing there she allowed herself to regain her bearings making sure she heard him right and that he was alive. "Yeah I'm normal, can only guess you are to seeing you don't look dead and can talk." She replied while walking towards the man. She didn't know what was going on here but it was better to be around others for safety reasons.

[Assistant] Louis relaxed a bit knowing the girl wasn't like one of the dead. "You would be correct with that assumption." His voice light and joking again. "Anyway you should stick with us, strength and numbers and all that." He pointed towards the door where Okoma was standing outside. "Me and this guy were just on our way out."

[User] "I completely agree about strength in numbers so I would be more then happy to go with you, it's probably safer in the open were we can see them coming from a better distance." Elizabeth replied as she tried to keep herself calm about all the shit that was going on around them. Walking for the doors she couldn't help but wonder how far this epidemic had spread on the island or what caused it.

[Assistant] As the elevator went down each floor slowly Isabella leaned against the wall letting out a slight grunt in pain, she looked down at her arm seeing that the rag she had grabbed and wrapped over her arm had turned slightly red. When a it finally got to the first floor Isabella quietly looked around the room was full of bodies as well as luggage, tables, and chairs that had been flipped over. She quickly ran down the hallway remembering the way to the lobby, she stopped to see two people by the stairs. "Good to see some none zombies here." She said softly as she started to approach them.


[System]
Female
Age 24
Appearance
5'6"
Lean flexible athletic build
Light skin (Japanese)
Appears to have shoulder length jet black slightly spikey hair from the front. However her hair splits into parts, taking the longer half and tying it together at the neck into a downwards facing ponytail that reaches her middle back.
Medium sized ahoge, more of angular/rigid spike shape, changes based on their mood/emotions. And electrical charge in battle.
Dark drab blueish-gray/steel left eye.
Yellow right eye with a slit shaped pupil.
Eyebrow over her left eye has a slit break in it towards the outer middle.
Irezumi tattoos:
Right arm- Nagasode style sleeve tattoo extending down to her wrist. Nara black wind bars for a background, with a green snake with a red belly coiling down her arm with it's head ending at her outer wrist.
Left arm- Shichibu style sleeve tattoo extending down to her middle forearm. Nara black wind bars for a background, with a blue snake with a yellow belly coiling up her arm with it's head resting on the front of her upper shoulder. Kanji for Mamushi 蝮 (pit viper) tattooed in black on the inner blank space of her forearm.
Back- Her entire back is covered in large nara black ink clouds for a background. And a large tattoo of the giant 8 headed and tailed snake Yamata no Orochi, various flowers, and lightning bolts in the foreground.
Slightly elongated fang canine teeth on the top and bottom as compared to normal people. Teeth are overall sharper.
Ear piercings- Left: Two slim steel rings on their lobe. Helix cuff.
Right: Circular silver stud on their lobe. Smaller steel cuff at the middle of the outer ear/lower helix.
Black painted nails.

Customized slightly oversized black leather asymmetrical moto jacket. Worn unzipped with belt hanging loose.
Steel curb chain necklace that extends down to her chest. Medium sized silver upside down cross pendant.
Zip-up black hoodie. Worn under her jacket with the hood laid over the jackets collar. Worn unzipped often with the sleeves pulled up to her elbows.
Vintage oversized heavy metal band T-shirts, some with the sleeves cut off. Worn over fishnet shirt. (Metallica, Slayer, Iron Maiden, Led Zeppelin, Megadeth)
Long sleeve black fishnet shirt. Sleeve extends into a fishnet fingerless gloves on the left but is cut off at the wrist on the right.
Silver signet ring on right middle finger with an upside down cross engraved in it.
Mokume-gane Ouroboros shaped ring with pink jeweled eyes on left index finger.
Steel cuban link chain bracelet on right wrist.
Steel studded black leather belt.
Steel chain hanging down at her right side. One end attached to a belt loop, the other to a pocket watch manadial.
Worn/faded slim dark indigo Japanese selvage denim jeans. (Black or stonewash alt. colors)
Black with white accents Onitsuka Tiger Mexico 66 running shoes.
Black calf length open toe and heel socks.

Secondary hairstyle reference (Somewhere in between the two)

Close type of ponytail style reference

Raiya specializes in destructive magic. She is a master of electrical spells, and ruinous spells. She has a great foundation in most all Catholic magics as well as some Japanese Zen Buddhist/Shinto magic. As with her fascination of Japan, she also has a great fascination with snakes and has developed snake themed fighting style and magic. Every so often she sheds her skin, this makes her immune to aging. With her magic powers, she also has the ability to control certain light metals.

Raiya's parents, Japanese immigrants, owned a successful Japanese cuisine restaurant chain in New York City. Both parents died in a burglary gone wrong leaving Raiya orphaned in infancy. With a large mana constitution, Raiya was immediately adopted by the Catholic cathedral and put into mage training. Growing up in the New York Cathedral, she always shadowed Felix and thought of him as her older brother. Raiya was always proficient in magic, and her studies reflected that. Raiya achieved the rank Grand-Mage at the age of seventeen. At the age of twenty she was sent with two other grand-magi to investigate the sudden disappearance of a remote village in Italy. The village was razed, not so much as a 2x4 left standing upright. Investigating the trace of mana waves left by the spell she made her way to a nearby mountain where she found on a cliff-side the definite point of origin of the spell. Looking around the point of origin she found footprints. The foot prints looked exactly like the sole tread of a typical Catholic Magi officer. The level of destruction and the fact that the mana waves left by the spell accounted for only one spell, coupled with the footprint meant the evidence pointed toward an Arch-mage or higher to be the cause of the destruction. Once she returned to the Vatican, she provided the evidence in a council meeting. The council thanked her for the evidence provided but stated that they would be conducting the investigation from then on. Even though the council told her to no longer investigate this issue, Raiya continued the investigation on her own. Looking into the records of those who were gone the night of the destruction of the remote village, she narrowed it down to two, Arch-mage Thadeus and Arch-mage Felix. After obtaining this information, Raiya investigated both Thadues and Felix's living quarters. She discovered that Felix had never even worn his uniform boots, as he wore his own more comfortable combat boots. Thadeus, on the other hand, did not have any other pairs of footwear besides the ones on his feet, which were the uniform boots. Learning of this information but knowing the Vatican council would never listen to her, she approached Felix whom she knew was innocent. She told Felix all of the information she had obtained, but Felix brushed her aside saying that the Vatican was conducting their own investigation and to go against their demands to keep the investigation within their selected team would mean excommunication, even if the information was correct. Felix told her that he would not tell anyone about her own investigation, but pleaded with her to keep quiet about the issue until the Vatican completed their investigation. Raiya couldn't believe what she was hearing, that her cold hard evidence was being brushed aside because of protocol. But what's more, that the investigation team was comprised with Thadeus's brother as a member meant surely that Thadeus would never be convicted of this crime. All of this put into perspective Raiya's membership with the magi, and soon after she left the magi and Catholicism altogether. When she left two others left with her, the other two grand-magi that were on her initial investigation team with her. Soon after they left, they returned to NYC. Because the Vatican saw them as Apostates, they froze all their accounts and social security information, forcing them to make money through means less savory. Instead of falling into despair, Raiya and her two peers adopted the shady lifestyle altogether. Through their magic abilities, it wasn't long before they were running the biggest criminal organization in NYC. Raiya still resides to this day in NYC with the other two magi as her right hand women.

Raiya is seemingly devoid of any positive emotion. Her normal demeanor could be described as aloof. She is seen as a hard nosed, unwavering leader. This makes her well respected by her subordinates in the gang she runs. Though, to those who know her well enough she can be lighthearted. She has a short temper and a low tolerance for annoyances. In her annoyed state she has no problem threatening her friends with one of her sushi knives she keeps in her inner coat pocket, or electrocuting them with her magic. She loves Japan, even though she wasn't raised there herself. Her fanaticism for Japan runs so deep that she has Japanese tattoos, and has even taught herself the language perfectly. She is an excellent chef and specializes in Japanese cuisine. Even though she isn't very sociable, the few friends she does have are kept close to her and she protects them.

[User]
Nemo seemed saddened by Raiya's explanation. "That's terrible, Raiya... No woman should have to give up their own ability to create, or have a family. Your abilities are part of who you are as well, you shouldn't have to choose between one or the other." He spoke softly and then paused, clearly stumped on what to say next. "I'll... I'll fix it though." He assured. "I don't know how yet, but I'll figure something out. That's what... 'best acquaintances' are for, right?" Despite his words, Nemo didn't give off a tone of complete confidence in what he was saying.

 "I know I'll never have a family myself, and well-" Nemo paused, sounding even more downtrodden than before. "Well that's something I have to think about every day." He finished, making it sound like something he had a hard time admitting. "But it shouldn't be too late for you, Raiya. Both of our abilities make age something that can be defied, but if there's one thing I've learned in my own years, it's that it get's lonely eventually. So even if you don't value it yourself yet, if I can make sure you never have to feel how I feel, then I'll have done at least one deed that I can truly be proud of before I die."

 Nemo got up from the couch started walking towards the kitchen intent on getting something to drink, but he paused before passing the couch. "For what it's worth, I think you'd be a pretty good mom, Raiya."

[Assistant]
There was a silent awkward pause in the air for about fifteen seconds before Raiya began to laugh hysterically. "The puppet show, the making dead men talk by moving their lips;" Raiya was talking between gasping breaths of laughter, "out of all of your comedy routines this has to be the funniest one yet!"  Raiya was now doubled over in pain, her sides aching from laughing so hard. It lasted about two minutes straight before her laughter died down. She sat back up and caught her breath, wiping a tear from her right eye and flicking it off her finger.

 "No but seriously, could you imagine? Me? Taking care of something living? Wooooohhh boy that's funny right there." Raiya paused a moment and struck a more serious tone, "I live for myself, Nemo, no one else. I have never had anyone depend on me and I don't plan to start any time soon. I destroy, not create, it's in my nature."

[User]
Nemo filled up a kettle with water and placed it on the burner, waiting for it to boil as Raiya ensued her spiel. "I once said something like that, Raiya. The difference being when I said it, it was true." He scavenged the kitchen for a bag of tea. He found Earl Grey. "Did your two apostate friends not depend on you when you were all cast out from the Arcanocracy?" He asked. "And in the same regard, now you depend on them. Right now you depend on them to run your gang. And if they were in trouble, would you not rush to their aid?"

 The kettle began to whistle as the water boiled, Nemo picked it off the burner and poured it into a ceramic cup with the teabag inside. "I already know you would." He crooned. "That's why you were so upset with me when you thought they were in danger. You even said they were your friends."

 "Not to mention the reason you left the Arcanocracy in the first place? What a tale, Grand-Magi risks it all attempting to expose corruption within the upper command. That doesn't sound like the act of a selfish rouge to me." After a proper infusion Nemo removed the teabag and poured in a shot of milk. He took a sip before continuing. "The reason you say such things, and I say with as little ego as possible, is because you are attempting to prove to everyone else, including yourself, that you are like me."

 "A creator must always live in fear that their creations will be destroyed, but a pure destroyer has nothing to lose. You don't want to get hurt again Raiya, that's why the guise of a destroyer is so alluring to you, even to the point where you've convinced yourself that it's true. But I know it's not." He explained. "There is nothing you could do to hurt me Raiya, nothing in all your power, or all of Felix's power either. You have nothing threaten me with, but can you really say the same about yourself?"

 Nemo walked back over to the couch with his tea and sat down. "Your actions might not all be virtuous, Raiya, but you've gone to great lengths to protect the people close to you, and do what you think is right, even if it's a detriment to yourself. And so that's why I say you'd be a good mom."

[Assistant] Raiya shrugged, "I need those people. That's why I am friends with them, that is why I risk so much and get angry over them. They are the biggest means to my end." Raiya was stroking a lock of her long hair that draped from the back of her head, staring at it as she talked, "What about you, huh? You claim to be an unfeeling uncaring murder machine, or at least that's how you portray yourself. But when you say there is nothing I could do to hurt you... I wonder about that." Raiya summoned her USP, it did not have its usual suppressor attached to its barrel. She looked at the gun for a moment before raising the gun and pointing the barrel at her right temple. "I wonder just how you'd react if I blew my brains out right here in front of you." Raiya began to squeeze the trigger, the hammer was not cocked backwards so the double action trigger had an extra pull to it as it half cocked.

[User]
Nemo instinctively flicked two of his gloved fingers upwards, causing a line shaped warp in the space from his hand to Raiya's gun. The spell generated enough force to knock the gun out of her hand before the discharge had any chance of happening. The USP was send flying, which Nemo casually caught before it could hit the ground.

 He hesitated in his response back now, looking at the weapon in his hand silently for a few moments. Nemo cheek twitched, and then he looked back over to her. "What are you trying to imply, Raiya?" He asked.

[Assistant] Raiya smirked and waved her hand over the pistol that Nemo caught, it disappearing into her manainventory. "Don't try and hide it Nemo. I could right after I sobered up when you first brought me here. I am not sure what it is, but you are infatuated with me in some way. You've done things for me that I have never seen you do for others. It's simple," Raiya began to stroke a lock of her hair again,"I'm your weakness. If I care about my friends and gang members, and that is my weakness, then by the way you have acted towards me, I must be yours. If that is what would make me a good parent then I suppose since you are capable of the same thing, that by that logic you'd be a good parent too. However, I don't follow that logic. There is something more to being a parent than all of this that I do not possess. Patience, maybe? A level head? Sobriety? I'm not sure, but I know that I don't have it."


[System]
Also Known As:
 Mama (by her son, and the children at the shelter),
 Rose, Nia (by her ex husband)
Birthdate:
 January 1, 1992
Place of Origin:
 Irkutsk, Siberia
Ethnicity:
 Siberian, Arabic
Gender:
 Female
Height:
 153 cm / 5 ft
Weight:
 59 kg / 130 lbs
Laterality:
 Left-handed
Occupation:
 Shelter Manager, Mother
Marital Status:
 Separated, filed for divorce

Appearance:
 Sonya is short, taking after her mother in that respect. She carries most of her weight in her thighs and hips, with a little bit of pudge on her stomach. Her chest is small, her face modest, and her curves overall unalluring. She looks like a mother, complete with the wrinkles of worry that appear in moments of stress. After her father, she has dark skin, and his same dark hair. She wears her hair naturally most days, letting it loose in dark and curly tresses, sometimes letting it lock, or tying it back in a bun. There are strands of gray creeping in through the brown and black masses, but she wears them nonchalantly, as tribute to her trials. Her eyes are dark, and empty, rarely shining unless she is looking upon her little son. She rarely wears makeup, except to cover new bruises and old scars out of habit. There are too many of the latter to count- none so large or obvious that one might notice upon first glance, but enough that she must wear full sleeves and pants to cover their entire expanse. Even then, the blemishes on her face are still free to see.

Synopsis:
 After growing up in the cold wastelands of Siberia, Sonya found herself amazed at the beauty of St. Petersburg. There, Sonya fell in love at a very young age. However, in the harsh environment of Russia, such young love could not survive. The two married after Sonya left school, never completing her education. Soon after she and her husband had their first and only child, Sonya filed for divorce, fled to Poland, and took up work at a women's shelter, as a manager and caretaker for the children, to support her baby son.

Notes:
* Sonya speaks Russian, English, and Arabic.
* Dmitri, Sonya's son, is nearly a year old now.
* Dmitri was named after her father.
* Sonya has a great love for books and literature, though rarely has the time to read.
* Her son's first word was "Mama".
* Dmitri wears a baby helmet.
* Sonya wears little jewelry, but can usually be seen in a simple gold chain necklace hosting a single pearl, along with a simple gold band ring.
* Sonya is not completely fluent in English, though she tries her best; she'll occasionally miss a word, or confuse sentence structure.
* Sonya never swings her arms when she walks, keeping them still at her sides.
* Sonya greatly prefers subtle, spring colors, namely greens and blues and yellows.

Theme Music:
 Love, Love, Love by the Mountain Goats

[User]
A Hotel in Paris | April 14, 2012, Quarter Past 2 PM

Sonya flinched when the man spoke. She turned away from him momentarily, hiding her flushed face and exposed chest. Removing the blanket, she folded it into a neat little square, and slipped it into her satchel. Dmitri let go, and she set him down on the floor, where he sat contentedly, gazing up at the man. Sonya buttoned up her blouse again, readjusting everything to cover her chest. After a minute, she was presentable. However, she still did not look up at the man. Embarrassment ran through her veins with a hot ferociousness, and it took her a moment to summon up the courage and ability to speak. Little Dmitri cooed, falling backwards to lie flat on the floor.

"Мне еще нужно накормить ребенка обедом-" She paused for a moment, realizing that the man had spoken English, and reacquainted herself with language. "I was feeding my son. I do not know laws regarding feeding in public, so I came in here not to offend." Gingerly, she approached each word with uncertainty, trying to enunciate clearly. Her voice, though smooth and soothing as honey, was broken by her thick accent, the breaks between words uneven and rough. It had been several months since she had last spoken English, so her voice was used to the timbre and style of Russian.

Dmitri reached up towards his mother, and Sonya pulled him into her lap. Twirling her fingers through his hair, she smiled, and finally looked up at the man. "This is my little sunshine, Mitya. Say hello, Mitya." Mitya did not speak, but his face broke into a lopsided smile. Sonya picked up from the floor Dmitri's helmet, and placed it on his little head. Fixing the velcro straps into place on the back of his head, careful not to catch any of his hair in the seams, she was as gentle as possible. Once secured in place, Sonya lifted Dmitri up into her arms, and pushed herself up, to stand.

"Oh, черт возьми, I'm fine." She lifted Dmitri up, and the little boy let out a giggle, and Sonya's smile grew softer. She brought him close once more, and her fleeting smile faded. She reached down, and with a fair amount of difficulty, picked up the satchel, and slung it over her shoulder. Reaching inside, she pulled out the envelope, and the map enclosed within, looking at it with a renewed frown. "Though I am not sure where I am. I can not read французскому, French."

Dmitri, with his pudgy little arms, kneaded at his own neck, where the lump had been. Still staring at the man with wide, smiling eyes, he reached out his other arm to try to touch this new person. Curious and confused, he looked up at his mom, as though asking for an explanation. Sonya raised her own hand to quietly lower her son's arm. "Митя, не груби."

She tucked the map back into the envelope, but did not slip the envelope back into the satchel. Rather, she handed it to the baby, letting him hold the thick package for a little while. For some reason, he seemed to enjoy the roughness of the parchment, crinkling the corners, playing with the flaps and contents within. Dmitri was very easily amused, it seemed, by the simplest of things.

[Assistant]
Hotel, Inside | April 14, 2012 (02:10 PM)

♫ Baccano! OST - Manhattan Bridge ni Kakeru Yume

 `She looks Arabian, but she sounds Russian... Interesting.` the Eurasian man thought to himself, `Well, that's not so far-fetched really. People immigrate all the time -- her parents could've been immigrants if she isn't.`

 With a casual expression on his face, the man listened to the woman explaining that she was feeding her baby. He looked like he might have been about to say something, or at least like his mind was contemplating for a moment, but then the baby interrupted his thought process and the mother introduced her child. While his facial expression remained friendly as the boy reached out at him, he once again looked like thoughts were going through his head.

 `'Mitya'...? So, 'Dmitri' then...?` he thought to himself, recalling information.

 Actually, this particular man - though sometimes coming across as an airhead to others - had an extraordinarily good memory when it came to collecting info, so he only needed to hear about 'Mitya' being a nickname for 'Dmitri' once in his life and that was pretty much it -- embedding in the database of his brain. Sure, the computer in his head was hardly flawless, so he kept data on his laptop too, but he often found he could access information without using it. Only a vague afterthought went into his mind about how the boy was wearing a helmet, but a mental note was made regardless.

 Once again, he had something he intended to say -- introducing himself to the baby, to be specific. Before he could do it though, the young mother had apparently realized that she needed to respond to the initial question he asked her, and she confirmed that she was fine -- just lost. The way she explained it caused the Eurasian man to look surprised for just a moment though. Of all of the possible moments for this to happen... He had only just been thinking about how none of the guests of Monsieur Bonaparte seemed to be at this hotel, and now one of them was in front of him. Really, there was no mistaking that envelop, since he was carrying one exactly like it in his luggage. The man just stood there calmly as the young woman looked at her baby playing with the envelop, and then the man slowly placed his luggage bags down.

 "My name's Sven, Dmitri -- Sven Lund." the man said with a friendly expression on his face, sitting down and seemingly opening one of his bags, "And you are...?" Sven asked the boy's mother.

 After a brief moment to let the woman introduce herself - if she did, that is - the man continued.

 "First off, public breastfeeding's legal in France, so you can relax -- it's widely accepted here." Sven explained, "Secondly," he continued, pulling out an envelop identical to the woman's and showing it, "it looks like we're heading to the same place. Actually, there's an escort picking everyone up at this hotel in a few hours, but I plan to head out sooner."

 Sven was not entirely sure if this young mother even planned on taking the escort, or if she had come into this hotel knowing it was the location for the escort -- while the escort meeting point was explained clearly in Sven's own language in the information provided to him, this woman was unable to read the signs and more or less had just implied she was lost. Either way, if they were heading to the same place, all she needed to do was wait here or say 'Monsieur Bonaparte's estate' to any cab driver and she would get there fine.

[User]
A Hotel in Paris | April 14, 2012

Sonya hesitated, before answering. Sure, the man seemed nice enough, and he looked at Dmitri with what she observed as something like kindness in his eyes. He even seemed to know the conventions of nicknames in Russia. However, this person was still a stranger, still a man. Trust was not something she could afford to hand out without regard, especially in circumstances where her environment was completely unfamiliar. She therefore maintained her frown, still clutching Dmitri close. Speaking quietly, she finally responded to his question. "Sonya. Sonya Romanov."

She watched him open his bag, and produce an envelope nearly identical to her own. Her eyes widened slightly, and she glanced at her own envelope again- on which Dmitri was now chewing- before looking back at his. Wanting to address the coincidence, she paused, but did not know a subtle way to approach the topic. She opened her mouth a little, but closed it after a moment, unsure of the English word for what she wanted to say. It took a solid minute before she could verbalize her thoughts on his first comment. "Um, not laws. How to say- конвенций? I do not know. The way people regard it, not the government. Individuals. Conventions, I think?" Struggling to find the right words, she stumbled over her sentence, fumbling with her pronunciation as well. She gave up, and moved onto the next point.

"I do not use эскорт. I will not take chance- Dmitri and I will walk to the estate, так безопаснее." Sonya shuddered, and shook her head. "I will say hello, I think, to the people with the envelopes, and then I will leave on my own." The last three words were emphasized, however unintentionally. She did not seem happy or angry, rather, determined, or at the very least logical and certain.

Dmitri cried out suddenly, dropping the envelope. He had cut his hand on the sharp paper edge of the flap. Sonya sat down on one of the chairs, setting down her satchel, and held his little hand in her own. The boy fell silent, and she kissed the palm of his hand, smiling at him. "Все хорошо, хорошо, хорошо," She whispered, holding his hand gently. "Не бойся, это только на секунду больно..." Reaching into her satchel, she pulled out a thin roll of bandages. Peeling off a bit of it, she wrapped Dmitri's hand loosely, to help him keep from picking at the cut.

Sonya bent over, to reach for the envelope on the ground, and her satchel fell off of her shoulder. Scrambling to pick everything up, she flushed red. Dmitri started to cry out again, raising his arms towards his mother's hair, grabbing a handful of curls, and pulling on them. Sonya took a deep breath, and tried to collect herself again, stammering. "I apologize, I am not good at balance."


[System]
Warrior

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-------STATISTICS-------

-------MASTERIES-------

| VIT -- 27 | 65% | BLADES -- C
| MGT -- 12 | 80% | POLEARMS -- E
| SKI -- 3 | 35% | AXES/BLUNT -- E
| SPD -- 11 | 50% | BOWS/RANGED -- D
| SRT -- 2 | 15% | THEURGY -- N/A
| MND -- 0 | 0% | MYSTICISM -- N/A
| LUK -- 5 | 30% |
| DEF -- 2 | 50% |
Secondary Statistics

WGT -- 9
ACC -- 12
AVO -- 6
RES -- 1
CRT -- 4

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Traits:

- INDOMITABLE: Character permanently gains +7 VIT.
- BATTLE FURY: MGT increased by +3 and DEFENSE by +3 when VIT is below 50%

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* Bronze Short Sword

	+ MIGHT | 3 / 13
	+ ACCURACY | 85 / 97
	+ WEIGHT | 2
	+ CONDITION | 25/25
	+ RANGE | 1
	+ SPECIAL | N/A
	+ COST | 135

* Breastplate

	+ DEFENSE | 3
	+ CONDITION | 40/40
	+ WEIGHT | 4
	+ SPECIAL | N/A
	+ COST | 270

* Heater Shield

	+ DEFENSE | 3
	+ WEIGHT | 3
	+ SPECIAL | N/A
	+ COST | 260

Possessions:
- -15 aurum (owe 15 aurum to Iddin)

- Personality / Appearance* Siris has a pretty average personality for someone of his age. He's relatively pretty open and light-hearted, he likes getting drunk and enjoys trying to flirt (and hopefully succeed) with pretty women. Although, he never oversteps his bounds when it comes to women because of what happened to his mother. His personality is a little different when it comes to fighting, having been disciplined a lot by his father, he keeps a level and calculative head in battle most of the time. He does at times though lose a bit of that composure when he starts getting highly pressured in combat. He reaches a sort of fighting-high where he's smiling and enjoying the adrenaline of the high stakes duel, although this is mostly due to his very mistaken feeling of invulnerability caused from his young age and from his training making him he's stronger than he is and thus that he won't actually die.
* He's a 23 year old male, 5'7" tall with a pretty solid build of muscle but not to the point of hampering movement. Other features are that he has black hair, green/hazel eyes, and a couple of various scars under his shirt from previous fights either with his father or others.

- Backstory* Siris was the first and only born to two loving parents. They raised him to be a good boy, his father a relatively strong combatant from years of service as a soldier and his mother a simple peasant woman. His father began teaching him the basics of swordplay from around 10 years of age, although in a very light way. Eventually that changed when Siris was 16 and his mother was abducted, his father and several guards went to look for her only to be too late as she had been abused and murdered. Although Siris was very sad but it didn't affect his behaviour much unlike his father who had become much less joyful and decided to leave the army and find simpler work. From 16 to 22 years of age his father was much more severe in his now general combat training, although Siris knew it was all for his protection. Eventually when Siris was 22 his father grew very ill, his last words to Siris being that what he wants most is for him to have a good and happy life. After his death and burial, Siris wandered around for a while doing odd jobs here and there before finally joining the company. He has now been with the company a little over a month.

[User]
The two rode onward, widening the distance between them and the rest of their allies. Reckless as the move may have seemed to the others, Zarif wasn't always a fool. Salador's gallop slowed to a trot, a short ways behind an outcropping of old, crumbling limestone wall.

Zarif: See? That wasn't so bad, was it?

He looked back at the boy, trying to get a read on him, but struggled to read the expression. Gracefully, he helped the boy dismount, and Salador walked a few more paces towards the wall, glancing past the small gap to peak at the enemy positions.

Zarif:  Lets wait here. Getting trapped in those walls could get the whole company torn to shreds. Back me up as we lure them out, the rest will support us by the time we start getting overwhelmed.

A much more serious tone fell over his words, and the happy-go-lucky expression was replaced with a much colder, more analytical one. Splitting everyone up like they were talking about wasn't something Zarif supported, but rather than argue, he figured he'd try and shape the opening play himself. If one group had pushed too quickly, they could have gotten overwhelmed or flanked. If one held back too long, they could have taken too long to support the others. This way, they'd all be able to push forward together, and mitigate the enemy's positional advantage.

Glancing at the nearest off-blue monstrosity, Zarif slid the spear tied to Salador's side, and readied it.

Salador moves 5 tiles to 14-23, equips his Bronze Short Spear, and places Etor on 14-24

[Assistant]
Etor: Traveling on Salador was a dream come true. A dream that was actually harder to stay on then previously perceived and that let out the occasion fart accompanied with a moist plop on the ground behind it. None of that mattered to Etor. He was excited to be on Salador, brushing the beast's coat with his fingers and at the same time intently understanding Zarif's words. If one could see him one would think he was talking notes to be tested on how well he knew the members of the hellions. His father had always told him to enjoy the moments leading into battle as they are "the building blocks to victory", but his father was also ambushed and brutally murdered, so Etor learned to stay vigilant on his own.

Etor: "Thank you for the ride. I'll back you up! No problem."

Etor is always carrying his bronze longspear as he has no place to store it. He awkwardly motions a ready position to let Zarif know he's all set for whatever may come.

Etor is let down from Salador on 14-24, right behind Zarif.

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Siris: "Make sure to leave some for me!" Siris shouts to his two horse riding companions while
charging with his shield in front of him

Siris moves 6 tiles to 11-28, equips sword and shield


[System]
*Yawwwwn* "Hm...oh...sorry, I wasn't listening. Not that you had something important to say. Can I go back to doing absolutely nothing now? Hmm? I mean, I guess I could help...if you carry me to wherever it is we're going~"
Age:
15

Element:
Ice

Appearance:
Standing at just four foot ten, Eirwen's entire appearance could be described as 'Cute'. Standing shorter than most other people her age, she has short cut white hair and typically dresses in blues and whites and mostly fashionable clothing. She has bright blue eyes, and an overall petite and delicate looking frame.

Personality:
In a few short words? Upon first impression lazy, unmotivated, and bit grumpy and generally could honestly care less about you and your problems. A complete introvert who sees very little value in interacting with other people. She generally keeps to herself most of the time, and only interacts minimally with other people. When she does, she tends to take a bit of enjoyment out of messing with them, either from being overly forward or slightly antagonistic.

That said, she's not a bad person. Just generally doesn't care about most other people or their problems and would totally watch and eat popcorn if there was a building on fire, but if push came to shove she'd help out a bit if no one else was around. She just doesn't like doing things if there's someone else able to do it.

Be careful if you do manage to get her to like you though, as oddly, she can get a little clingy and possessive of people she likes.

Tends to be a bit of a glutton, and is a bit on the greedy side. Feeding her is the easiest way to get on her good side. Tends to doze off a lot in class, and can often be found sleeping. Really hates physical activity. How she stays as skinny as she is, no one knows. Doesn't seem to have too many hobbies aside from video games. Likes birds.

History:
Originally, Eirwen and her family are descendants of Native Americans not that many would be able to tell by her pale skin and white hair. Her family has a long history of being rather in tune with the natural forces of the world, and while not many of them are Elementalists themselves, they never shunned the ability. At least her family didn't.

Eirwen, for the most part, grew up entirely alone.

It was clear from a young age Eirwen was an elementalist. She had a normal life growing up for the most part. Friends, a loving family, all until she was around ten years old. Secrets often have a way of getting out. Being an elementalist is no easy task, especially to the public as shunned as they are, and while the culture of the people she grew up around were far more accepting of certain things they still weren't the most welcoming to such a notion.

When she was ten, the secret was out after an accident. She just wanted to help, she did!

And she ended up alone.

After the incident, she her friends ended up shunning her and her personality took a turn for the worse. Why try helping, when someone else could do it? Why should she attempt to help people? Might as well just stuff her face with food and watch from the sidelines.

Some went so far as to say she was cursed based on some old folklore and beliefs. After all, she looked nothing like either of her parents. Whether true or not, in the area she lived in people thought her family and her bloodline was cursed due to some ancient forces, based on some old Native American mythology and beliefs.

Eventually, her parents sent her to the Academy.

Equipment:
Does a seemingly endless stash of snacks on her count? Seriously, how the fuck does she not gain weight.

[User]
Kanako Nagasaki

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Kanako immediately felt dumb when Jordan dodged her blast of wind so easily. Dammit, she should've known her wind would be too slow to hit him before he could dodge.

Before she could try again however, a particularly loudmouthed individual made her entrance. She immediately started off by giving insults, particularly to Jordan, whom she thought was a homeless person. Kanako felt bad for doing it but she chuckled internally at her observation. However, she began to get angry as well when she started to insult the students including herself. Just who in the world did she think she was?

@Old Amsterdam
Before she could give her a piece of her though, the temperature suddenly dipped. It didn't take her long to see the cause. The bleachers were beginning to freeze, meaning someone here was using their power to freeze the air around it. Bhu shouted at Dia to stop it. But Kanako doubted the girl could do it. She heard she had terrible control over her own power. Her boyfriend, Felix (everyone knew they were practically a couple already) was coaching her to control it (and shouting back at Bhu in the process). As hotheaded as ever, Kanako thought.

"Atchoo! Brr, it really is getting cold!" Kanako shivered. She saw Felix was using his own power to warm himself. Hmph, too bad she couldn't summon warm wind or something.

She then saw Shizen summoning a drizzle upon Mr. Manilow before correcting the arrogant girl that their teacher wasn't a hobo and telling her that their objective was to bring him down from there. Well, at least now she would know their objective. Speaking of the girl, she seemed to be not bothered by the cold. That would make her another ice user, Kanako supposed. Funny how her personality was the complete opposite of Dia.

Lord
The new girl began to insult Dia's lack of control as well as the choice of test Mr. Manilow was giving to them. It didn't take long until she pissed off more students, starting from Amelia, then followed by Diana. Kanako had to admit that the verbal beating Diana gave her was really impressive. So impressive in fact that she just stood there watching as the scene unfolded, forgetting that she should be trying to knock down Jordan as well. She got guts for sure...

Speaking of Jordan, he was actually having problem this time around with the combination of powers assaulting him. Too bad Kanako was too distracted to capitalize on the chance.

[Assistant]
Ethan Conrad
9:10 am

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While many were eager to throw attacks at their teacher, Ethan was among the few hesitating to do so. It wasn't so much he was afraid of hurting Manilow as he was clearly prepared for this kind of activity, but he wasn't sure exactly how he could help. Manilow had no trouble dodging projectiles even with such impairments as electricity and ice, and him being on metal bleachers meant he wasn't vulnerable to many earth hazards. Well, a tremor might do the trick, but that would be a little too extreme, right?

Wrong.

Not only did one of the students do just that, but Dia was creating a massive cold zone with Felix acting as a heat lamp of safety for those near him. Yet even with his giant flame, Felix was only the second most heated thing there. A new girl had come into play making the worst of all first impressions by insulting everyone there including the teacher. She was quickly met with harsh words from the other students, and one even grabbed her and threatened violence! Was Manilow just going to let this happen?

Looking away from the fight to the bleachers, Ethan realized Manilow was still preoccupied dodging the students attempts to knock him down, this time with much difficulty due to a rain cloud...Wait. Rain? Oh no. Ethan's eyes darted from the cloud to Dia still freezing everything around her, to Felix creating a hotspot, back to the cloud. A mix of extreme hot and cold with moisture in the air meant they were only missing one ingredient for this place to become a literal tornado; strong winds.

"Kanako! Do not use any wind!" Ethan yelled without even thinking. He wasn't sure how powerful his classmate was, but with how things were looking this was not the time to find out. Right now it was time for Manilow to get off the bleachers and tend to his students. Using the opportunity given by the other's, Ethan ripped a good sized rock out of the earth hurled it towards Manilow's legs. With any luck, it would be just enough to make him fall, or at least take notice of what was happening.

@Kalleth

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Kris Sterling-Silva
Lord@Arya10108909

While Kris tried to ward off her migraine and held her forehead, one of the other students actually spoke up asking who she was, Kris turned to the girl."I am Kris Sterling-Silva, of the Silva Kingdom on Ross Island. I was sent here from my family's castle where I was tutored professionally to be sent away from Ice users that would not only freeze your blood solid but would shatter you into thousands of tiny pieces if provoked." Then the girl had the audacity to order her to attempt to fix their mess and do it on her own." Who do you think you are?" She asked her "peer" glaring at her with grey eyes." You cannot order me around to fix your errors or anybody else's. If you want something from me or for me to do something for you, you ask the right way."

For a moment, Kris felt a straining on her neck and couldn't figure out what was causing it, but in as quick as it had happened it was gone. While that was going down, Jordan was still hanging from the bleachers and expecting them to take him down or knock him off the bleachers; Kris took a deep breath and decided that she would finally step in and do something to end this class, she exhaled a gust of cold air, it wasn't aimed at Jordan but straight down towards her feet, she closed her mouth then took what looked like a ballet stance and spun on one of her heels with what looked like a javelin forming in one of her empty hands, all she had to do was put her other foot on the floor and everything would be finished, but before she could land it and finish what she was doing, someone shoved her and ruined everything.

It was yet another one of her "peers" they shoved her and the girl started mouthing off about how Kris wasn't worth it, but yet she was gonna make an exception and confused the princess for a moment before she started to unload on her about what she could do and yanked her up by her jacket collar, Kris glared at the girl, she was starting to get angry again." Do you think your threats scare me?" She resisted the urge to punch the girl." I am a princess with seven brothers, seven. I've face worst threats from kidnappers, I've heard scarier threats from my brothers, and the only person to have ever scared me was my mother, you aren't her. If you think that putting your fist into my rectum is scary, then you have a long way to go." Her hand connected with the girl's face slapping her for grabbing her blouse and jacket in her big manly hands.

" That wasn't even an atom of my power, and I was going to actually help you and those other albatrosses behind you." She dusted off her jacket after that girl put her hands on it." I don't know who you think I am?" She pointed her thumb at herself." But I'm not some twiggy featherweight who can't handle a challenge or let alone some wannabe bully who thinks she can push me around, you... You..." She shoved Diana." You monster handed hot head!" She yelled.

Kris knew that this girl might want to fight her after everything she had done, but she wasn't just going to sit around and let this warm-blooded chump just threaten her, confuse her, then put her hands on her, it was one thing to be sent here with a teacher who chose to hang on the bleachers like he's a student, but it was another thing when this was gonna happen, if she needed to she would show this girl what happens if she messes with a member of the Silva family, the cold air that hovered around Kris dropped in temperature.

[Assistant]
~Eirwen~
Lord

8:55 A.M.
Gym class

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Ugh, there were quite a people going at it now, weren't there? The Gym teacher had given them quite the ridiculous task, hadn't they? Knock him off his perch and they'd get to go back to their dorms. Aside from being an obvious bluff - who in their right minds would believe something so ridiculous - there was very little chance of a group of new students actually being able to do something against someone of his caliber. Even the two ridiculous looking love birds were joining in. Ugh, it made her want to vomit and throw an iceball at them...and then someone quite...fun sounding showed up.

She started not only calling the teacher a hobo, she also started insulting the other students. Eirwen couldn't help but to inwardly chuckle at the girl, who on some level was speaking her own thoughts. The only difference here, was that she was actually a nice person and didn't go around starting needless violence. Aside from being tiring, she had no desire to actually be, well, intentionally mean. A little catty and annoying? Oh, definitely, but this girl was simply annoying.

Eirwen sat up, feeling Leanne finally ruffle her hair in her usual manner, scooting a bit closer to the other girl who was probably feeling a little agitated by now.

"Hmm...loud." The smaller girl grumbled, stretching as she sat up. "Well, at least I don't have to participate. I swear, these other people here are silly. Starting petty fights over something like this." Still, the likely ensuing fight was going to be good entertainment...that said, perhaps she could use this to put her brain to use. She cast a glance over to Manilow. Leanne had her darkness, and she had her ice. Albeit, both were unlikely to be used in a complementary manner usually, if someone could come up with a good plan then it wouldn't matter much.

If only she was good at freezing things in a wide area, with that water on him someone could freeze him and stop him from moving.

"So...any plan for getting that 'hobo' off his perch?" Eirwen giggled. "Not that I care. He's stuck in here with us even if he's not bluffing about keeping us here. I kind of want to see what happens if we just try to leave. Not like he can stop us without revealing his hand a bit. I have a few other ideas, but every ones being tiring to deal with right now." She'd do whatever Leanne did. For now she'd just lean on the other girl until she decided to do something.

People needed to try and use their head a bit more. Just lobbing random attacks at him with no control or thought isn't going to work. As well, sometimes the best way to win against someone clearly stronger than you was to use your head and do something...unconventional.


[System]
BASIC
Goes By (Nicknames): Maleficent (alter-ego); The Winged She-Elf; She-Devil, Devil's Incarnate (by Thorin); Delva, God-Mother (by Fili & Kili).
Royal Titles: Lady of Ambaróna/"Fangorn".
Other Titles: First Commander of Isengard, Sauron's Most-Trusted Servant (as Maleficent); The Watcher; Guardian of Durin's Folk.
Age: 5,739 (Looks 37-38)
Gender: Female
Race: Elven Hybrid (Sindarin and Noldor Bloodlines)
Other Bloodlines: Silvan and Teleri (Through her grandfather's relatives)
20/20 Elvish (10/20 Sindarin, 6/20 Noldor, 2/20 Silvan, 2/20 Teleri)

APPEARANCE
Face Claim: Angelina Jolie
Hair Color: Medium Brown
Eye Color: Yellow-Green (Boldly-luminous when furious/angry)
Skin Tone: Creamy
Height: 5' 8"
Weight: 119 lbs
Body Build: Slim

Finger Claws:

Curved Daggers:

Combat Outfit:

Dresses for Two Towers/Return of the King

Wing-Cloak

PERSONALITY
OVERALL PERSONALITY
Likes: Humans, Elves, Dwarves, Hobbits, Ents, Happiness, Animals, Peace, Music, Plant-Life, Training, Flying/Sightseeing, Yearly Seasons.
Dislikes: Death, War, Chaos, Greed, Spiders, Maleficent, Orcs, Sorrow.
Strengths: Fighting/Combat, Flight, Knowledge, Wisdom, Harsh Temperature Resistance, Protective/Affectionate Nature, Keen Senses, Agility.
Other Powers: Wallcrawling, Banshee Scream, Enhanced Strength, Telepathy, Telekinesis.
Weaknesses: Stubbornness, Loneliness, Anger, Vindictiveness, Split Personality.
Fears: Sauron, Losing Family.

Elegant | Unpredictable | Capable | Headstrong | Mysterious | Maternal | Observant | Intelligent

Everyone believed Saeril to be born as a creature of chaos and pure evil, but they just do not know the true story. In actuality, Saeril is a good-hearted, nurturing individual, who highly valued the peaceful natures of Middle-Earth, whilst having the passion to support and protect its various realms and inhabitants. Born during the First Age, Saeril is a strong-willed she-elf, and the last of an ancient Elven clan from Fangorn Forest. A very intelligent, loyal-to-the-bone perfectionist, who stays true to her word, she focuses on finding the best intentions for others, to the point of making great judgment calls, as much as willingly risking her life, in the process.

From the despair of her devastating past, following the Deceiver's corruption upon her mind, Saeril is truly hurt and very lonely inside, having to be caused by the guilt and horror of her cruel and malicious deeds, as well as the amount of pain and trauma she had to endure. After being rescued by Gandalf the Grey, she was left "more Orc than Elf", while her other alter-ego "Maleficent", a psychopathic representation of her corruption, still lingers within her mind. However, after Sauron's defeat, this other personality dissipated, giving back her natural Elven beauty.

The ultimate goal was to redeem and dissipate this inner darkness from within, but she never anticipated it to be a challenge when she rekindled herself with her Dwarven godsons Fili and Kili, whilst having to closely bond with a young she-elf named Yavanna, whom she had grown to love and deeply care for, as if she were her own daughter. Determined to protect both the Sons of Durin and the Bright Star of Middle-Earth, Saeril will become extremely aggressive and violent, whenever someone threatens, or has inflicted any sort of harm to them; as this contrasts her more-gentle nature, she will be blunt and gladly let the offenders know the price. In addition, since witnessing the death of Fili, she will go to great lengths, if it means to prevent Kili and Yavanna from falling under the same fate.

Both as "Maleficent" and herself, Saeril is a ruthless, immensely-formidable warrior in her own right; despite withholding a certain elegance, she's truly a very deadly foe for anyone who'd dare challenge her personally. A vast majority of her strength came from the enchantment Sauron had placed upon her, as well as the supernatural connection he was able to forge between them; even while she was formerly his chief of the Isengard legion, she possessed a number of abilities that have allowed her to stand her own, and even overpower the most skilled of individuals. Due to this connection, she's able to enhance these abilities. She also shows herself to have great telepathic power; either taught or naturally inherited from her parents and/or ancestors, she can read the minds of others, conjure up visions through physical touch, and receive thoughts from a certain distance.

Saeril will not hesitate to comfort, guide, or advise others when they seem to need it. Proud, proper, and almost-completely fearless, she will never bow to anyone she disagrees with. Evident by her relationship with Thorin Oakenshield, it's complicated when it comes to terms of the trust; she betrayed him (as he claimed) by "stealing" the starlight jewels from his treasure hoard for King Thranduil. Although she was claimed as not "trusting", Saeril openly showed that she cared a great deal for him, saving his life multiple times on different occasions.

BACKGROUND
Place of Birth: Fangorn Forest (Also known as Ambaróna).
Family:
- Kili Durin (Godson; Alive) (Dwarf)
- Fili Durin (Godson; Deceased) (Dwarf)
- Dis Durin (Co-parent; Alive) (Dwarf)
- Vili Durin (Co-parent; Deceased) (Dwarf)
- Hermia (Mother; Deceased) (Noldor Elf)
- Lysander (Father; Deceased) (Sindarin Elf)
- Ulla (Aunt; Deceased) (Sindarin Elf)
- Kinloch (Uncle; Deceased) (Sindarin Elf)
- Kriva (Grandmother; Deceased) (Noldor Elf)
- Disgla (Grandfather; Deceased) (Silvan/Teleri Elf)
- Fidnai (Great-Grandmother; Deceased) (Teleri Elf)
- Sahov (Great-Grandfather; Deceased) (Silvan Elf)

Other Relations:
- Gandalf the Grey/White (Mentor/Friend; Alive) (Maiar)
- Thorin Oakenshield (Friend; Deceased) (Dwarf)
- Aragorn II Elessar (Friend; Alive) (Man)
- Lord Elrond (Acquaintance; Alive) (Half-Elf)
- Tauriel (Acquaintance; Alive) (Silvan Elf)
- Haldir (Acquaintance; Alive) (Silvan Elf)
- Gimli (Acquaintance; Alive) (Dwarf)
- Thranduil Greenleaf (Acquaintance/Friend; Alive) (Sindarin Elf)
- Legolas Greenleaf (Acquaintance/Friend; Alive) (Sindarin Elf)
- Yavanna Undomiel (Friend/Daughter-Figure; Alive) (Elven Hybrid; Mortal/Sindarin/Noldor)
- Bilbo Baggins, Frodo Baggins, Samwise Gamgee, Peregrine Took, and Meriadoc Brandybuck (Acquaintances/Friends; Alive) (Hobbits)
- Azog the Defiler & Bolg (Enemies; Deceased) (Gundabad Orcs)

[User]
The next early morning, everybody had managed to gain their well-needed rest before setting out on an expedition that could last for weeks, maybe months...or even years. There wasn't exactly any prediction as to when it may end, but all that mattered, was to accomplish the task at hand. The rations were packed, weapons were secure, and everyone was ready to depart at first light. The Fellowship containing thirteen members have bid their farewells, and they were on their way. As promised, Saeril kept her distance from the princess, Kili...and at a distance from everyone else. She was much too ashamed, having to become quite guilty for what happened the previous day. That being said, she trailed behind the entire group, having to be their eyes from the back, aside from Legolas, Tauriel, and Yavanna; the Elf Prince stayed close to the princess, as he had intended.

After crossing through valleys, prairies, and hills, the group decided to rest at a spot near the Misty Mountains.

[Assistant]
In the morning, Yavanna had the locket that belonged to her mother around her neck. She had the servants make her a chain for it the previous evening. Wanting to keep it close to her, on such a journey. She was wearing, a new combat suit. It was silvery-blue. Her bow, arrows and sword from her sister Arwen were on her attired. Aswell as her four daggers, from Lake Town. With everything ready; but perhaps her nerves. It would be a lie to say, that she wasn't nervous. She was...not knowing what to expect from such a journey. Yavanna set off with the Fellowship early that morning.

The previous night; Frodo had been gifted a Mithrel Vest and Bilbo's old sword. 'Sting' Bilbo thought it proper, his nephew have good protection. After all, with old age catching up to Bilbo pretty quickly. He wouldn't be in need of those two things anymore.

It was clear, Kili, Yavanna and Saeril were avoiding each other. Kili stayed near Yavanna. Whom was up near the front of the group, with Tauriel, Legolas and Aragorn.
The journey was quiet, for a while. Until they took a break. Yavanna was sitting near by Legolas and Tauriel. Munching on some Elvish bread and an apple. As they were all resting, and having something to eat. Kili leaned his head back; looking up at the sunny sky. And feeling the warmth of the air on his face. Kili couldn't help but wonder how long this task would take. Weeks? Months? Years? Longer? No one knew. Only time would tell. But he had hopes, that they would succeed...one way or another. They had to. They were a team. 13 in this together.

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Gandalf did recall to the group that they would be able to reach Mordor in a few months, if they continued to pass through the Misty Mountains. But then, Gimli protested and suggested for them to go through the mines of Moria; the very name gave Saeril the chills, as it gave very bad memories of what happened to the earlier lines of Durin's Folk. As much as she silently agreed with Gandalf to take the long way, but then, they had to get the task done, as soon as possible. So, the Grey Wizard agreed, but only when they really need to. For now, they were on a break. Legolas was on the lookout; same with Saeril, sporting her black combat suit, whilst having to not feel hungry (mainly because of her guilt), and having to stand farther away from the group. The Elf Prince took a glance at the princess and his closest friend, who remained by his side, before going to using his Elven senses to find anything out of the ordinary.

Merry and Pippin spent their time sword-training with Boromir and Aragorn, until Saeril spotted something in the distance; something that she knew too well. "Spies! From Saruman!", she announced, pointing to several black spots in the sky, which appeared to be approaching them. Legolas didn't hesitate to spread the word. "Crebain from Dunland!"

[Assistant]
As they were resting; Yavanna and Tauriel were watching the young Hobbits training with Boromir and Aragorn. Which proved to be rather amusing, when they ended up tackling Boromir to the ground, shortly followed by Aragorn whom they tripped up because of his amusement towards the situation. It made Yavanna smile softly, at the merriment of the scene. The young Hobbits were willing to learn. But she couldn't blame them. They had to learn how to defend themselves eventually...especially on a mission like this.

"That's an awfully big cloud." Muttered Kili as he saw the large black thing in the distance. But for a cloud, it seemed to be moving quickly.
"I don't think, that's a cloud. It's moving too quickly." Yavanna said having spotted that aswell from where she was sitting. And surely enough. She was right. Not a cloud. Hearing the words of Legolas and Saeril, after that moment; she had helped urge everyone to hide.

Aragorn had quickly put out the fire, as he ducked into hiding; along with everyone else. Tauriel hid behind some large boulders, canoppied over with some trees, with two of the Hobbits and Kili. Yavanna ducked into the nearest bushes with Legolas. Whilst everyone had a hiding place of their own. Looking up, as they all waited for the spies to pass.

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With the anomaly quickly approaching the group, Saeril and Legolas didn't hesitate to find cover from the birds, the eyes and ears of Saruman. The Elf Prince held onto the princess' hand, once it became clear that the Dark Lord may have started to scour across the lands to find his enemies/targets. It was of no doubt that the White Wizard would start assisting him to make this goal possible (since Gandalf had explained earlier that Saruman had gone corrupt, and was now against Middle Earth). Having to watch the birds fly around them from above, cawing out loud, for a few seconds, the group had to wait until they dispersed into the direction from whence they came.

Once it was clear for them to come out of hiding, Saeril looked at the departing birds in the distance, before glancing at Gandalf. "The southern lands are being watched. Other than the Crebain, many other foul creatures venture there, especially those who are the underlings of Sauron", she explained, voicing her knowledge on their enemy's intentions. "I know", he said, having to glance in the same direction before turning to look at the snowy mountains. "We don't have a choice but to go around. We must take the Pass of Caradhas".