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Gender
Male
Appearance
"A four-foot tall, green-skinned, ugly piece of work."
Well, more like three and half, and slightly paler than other goblins. Can't argue with the last one, though.
Personality
Kreshakin loves his Gift. Adores it. If he can afford to, he'll spend all of his time dozens of feet above his fellows. He also has an intense enjoyment of competition. The two traits combined lead him to challenge himself to the best of his abilities, aiming to exceed his allies and beat whatever nature can throw at him. The desire to outdo absolutely everything can be obnoxious to put up with, but for the most part it's just a lot of fun.
As you might be expecting by now, Kreshakin is an all-play, no-work kind of goblin. When not doing whatever he wants to be doing, he is lazy and not worth much in whatever goal is being worked towards. Basically, he does a complete turnaround. He dislikes responsibility, and it's very difficult to get him to do something, if he's decided he doesn't want to do it.
Past life history
Kevin Ralston was a twenty-something extreme sportsman when the world ended. His family had been incredibly rich, but unlike them he was never content with sitting around, sipping expensive wines all day. Taking advantage of the immense amount of money he had access to, he spent his time travelling the world, doing the craziest things he could image (mostly extreme sports, that kind of thing) and posting YouTube videos of them. That was the other thing he really loved: being able to communicate with a community of like-minded people. Of course, there were always jerks, and morons, but for the most part it was a lot of fun. It barely matters though, that's all over now.
Gift
An amazing climber, Kreshakin's skill lies in climbing the unclimable, and climbing the climable in record time. Of course, he takes this too far, but that's just who he is.

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Lyminia

The arrival of the being that called himself the "Chief" of this tribe was interesting to say the least, though the chill of fear that attempted to take hold of her was a sign that he had gained some kind of power. But how did he endure such a change into...that thing if he was perhaps formerly a Goblin? Amidst her pondering, the sound of someone tripping caught her attention, causing Lyminia to look over at the fallen Redd before rolling her eyes and letting out a sigh at what to her seemed to be an idiotic action. It made the newborn wonder just what in the hell she had done to be born alongside some of these idiots that were in her age group. Still, the situation was not at a loss, and they had the chance to ask the Chief about things before they continued on with what would be their "tutorial" after having woken up.

Though before that...

"You, the one with the common sense. Thanks for speaking like you have a brain unlike the guy who tripped over there," Lyminia said, not holding back on her words as she addressed Kluuto directly and bluntly, seeming to approve of the other female's words to the charismatic 'idiot' who had tried to walk out and attempted to justify it to them all in the process.

After this, however, Lyminia looked back to the Chief with an overt and obvious level of careful attentiveness, listening as Kluuto spoke to him before deciding to pipe up once more before anyone else decided speaking. After all, she had said she had a few questions to ask before things happened, and thus far the furred Goblin had not really helped her get answers at all.

"If i may interject for a moment," Lyminia said to the chief, taking a step forward closer to the towering being as she spoke in order to help her assert herself into things, "On top of that good question, i have a couple things to ask as well really quickly. One, what is the layout of this area? Is it full of caves, is it a forest? Any dangerous towns nearby or something? That's the sort of stuff i mean when i ask that. And two, is there anyone here that can show me how to making digging tools?"

Maybe a tad assertive in how she asked it an interjected herself into things, but throwing in a personal question and a general question would get her the most answers right now, she supposed. She wanted to get to business soon, if they were to survive in whatever place this was. That, and if she wanted to get to fulfilling that strange desire to dig that she had felt within her since waking up. Not that digging would be all she did, but still...

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Sonata @Leotamer @Hammerman

[Assistant]
They had been sleeping for 3 whole days, so much wasted time that she could have spent doing… actually she wasn't sure what she would have done with those three days. Found out what she liked doing perhaps. Anyway apparently their little group had a 3 day booting sequence, she wondered what made them all different.

She did not have to wait long to find out as the chief to arrive soon after, a big muscular guy with sharp claws who appeared out of thin air. His gaze made her feel like a tiny squirrel that had come face to face with a hungry fox and then he did this thing where his eyes glowed and he looked at them from far away while being right there and knew stuff about them. All in all the boss was. So! Freaking! Cool! The fact that he seemed to be somewhat kind despite being a big scary guy was also pretty great, she liked him already.

She wondered what she could ask. Knife ears had already asked for some clarification on this gift thing, it was nice to know she wasn't the only one receiving data from nowhere, though she probably had to stick more plants in her mouth rather than just knowing things. Gold Eyes was asking questions about the area which also was good though some of the answers they could get by just going outside. Apparently she also liked Knife Ears and was showing of some of the same superiority complex. Which was a shame, the two of them might get quite obnoxious together or worse be put in charge of them all because they acted like they should be. Well she was going to show them, other people could ask good questions too!

"What did you do that let you get to be so big Boss? And what did she do to get so..." she tried to find the words to describe the furred goblins mystical presence and failed miserably"existy? Also how'd you do that appearing from nowhere trick?"

Maybe not the best questions, she sort of knew how the evolution thing worked from her not memory memories but more info on what made you turn into what was helpful. Then she thought of another question that maybe she should have thought of first, ones that might be better.

"Who are our parents and what are they like? Now that we are born what will we mean to them?"

She was struck by a little bit of anxiety: would they like her or would she disappoint them? She stood with her arms folded next to the two other question askers, looking a little less exited than she had moments earlier.

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Kichi, Aya
"Oh?" A coy grin played across Kishi's face as he watched Redd's attempt to sneak up on him. A shallow laugh left him, his head shaking slightly. "Admirable effort, child, but a word of advice: trying to approach a Bugbear with stealth is seldom a good idea. If any of you manage to Evolve into one, you'll understand why firsthand." He remarked, seeming thoroughly amused by the little one's fall. Well, he'd be fine, a couple scrapes and bruises never hurt in the long-term. Built character.

Ah, good. They seemed to have some questions for him, which was a good sign if nothing else. If they had just stayed silent then that would have been an indication that they wouldn't be the kind to take action on their own. Then again...thinking of his own son, Kichi could only wonder how bad that could really be.

At Kluuto's words, Kichi's eyes turned to her, an eyebrow quirking up at her question. "Hm...I'm not sure. Your circumstances are special, after all, and an entire group of Goblins all being born with souls strong enough to have Gifts is unheard of. You all are aware of what Gifts, Evolution, and such are, correct? If it's not that then any such feelings are likely related to your Gift or your soul. Ha, maybe you lot were given a bit of divine providence; that would certainly explain things. Hopefully by Knoth, though, I'd be a bit worried if Anekanta was responsible." He explained, listing off two unfamiliar names in the process as he gave a slight shrug.

Following that, his eyes flitted over to Lyminia. Digging tools, really? An oddly specific request, but her Gift seemed to have some traces of Earth affinity to it even if those hadn't manifested yet, so it made sense that she'd be drawn to it he supposed. "This is the Ironwood Forest. We Goblins make our home here, along with a handful of other monster species and the ruler of the forest, Lord Yggdrasil. There are a handful of caverns about, though some of them are what the humans call 'dungeons', areas of magic that command their own monsters. While you are young, you should keep away from those places. As for other settlements...well, some of the other monsters have their own territories, but you shouldn't concern yourself with those. The most important thing to know of is the human city just outside of our forest. Humans are...think of them as similar to you, but usually taller. Some of them are even as tall as myself. Their skin is usually a sort of pink color, and their bodies appear frail, but do not underestimate them. Their race can easily be called the rulers of this world. We cooperate with them rather frequently through trade and such, and many of us have friends among the humans, so do not be hostile with them. My son, Sabu, is currently in their town and should be back in a few hours. If you'd like to know more about them, I'm sure he'd be happy to speak with you." He explained, even as Aya rolled her eyes a bit from the side. "As for digging tools, that's rather specific. We don't have any such tools here since we have no use of them, but I'm certain the humans would."

Lastly, the Bugbear glanced over to Iris, another chuckle leaving him at the innocence of her questions. "You were given knowledge of what Evolution is by the world, correct? Aya here was once a Goblin like you, but her magical talents gave her the ability to evolve into a Goblin Druid." He explained, leaving Aya to puff up a bit in pride. "As for me, I began as a Goblin, then evolved into a mutated form of Hobgoblin thanks to my affinity for darkness. That in addition to some lucky encounters and practice allowed me to become a Bugbear. I'd be happy to explain what that entails, but for now let's not get too into detail." He said, though a bit of pride in himself did nonetheless show through in his tone. "That appearance of mine was a bit of a parlor trick. It's a rather simple invisibility spell done by mixing darkness elemental essence and air elemental essence. Stealth is something of a talent for Bugbears, despite our size. As for your parents, they are all Hobgoblins, though some of them are elite ones. You shouldn't accord them much special privilege, though. While the humans handle the matter differently, for our kind once a child is born, they are a member of the tribe like any other. You shouldn't expect special treatment from them, but that's simply because everyone in this tribe is your family as much as they are."

"...hmph, says the one who coddles his son more than anyone else in the tribe."

"Aya, not in front of the newborns."

[Assistant]
Redd considered reattempting sneaking up on the bugbear, however, he realized that there was a much larger world outside of this cave. This bugbear was small potatoes, besides how tasty could something with "bug" in its name be.

A devious smile spread across his face when the bugbear described humans. If they are lords of his world, it must be because they have the best blood. And they was nearby. He started to consider how he was going to extract some of this precious fluid from these dangerous beast. The word "trade" made sense in his mind, he knew what that word meant. He looked around, and realized he didn't have anything to trade though. There was a rock, but he had an understanding that a rock was not as valuable as the material he sought after.

It seemed as his best lead was this "Sebu" fellow. Perhaps he knew how to get blood from these bigger people without much fuss.

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"Woah, calm down, it's okay. I'm not going to hurt you. We can be friends, everything will be-."

Kresh had been attempting to calm down Eek when the so-called "Chief" Kichi showed up suddenly. It admittedly had been a surprise, but Kresh wasn't the kind of goblin to let this guy steal the show so soon. However, everyone (even Kresk, though you'd never get him to say so) seemed pretty intimidated this guy, who they'd never even spoken to before.

"Come on, guys, really? Sure, that was a neat trick, but doesn't look so tough! What's the matter?"

Kresh was genuinely a little scared of the chief, like the others, but his response to fear was always going to be bravado rather than cowardice. He, personally, would prefer to stand up to something bigger and scarier than himself even if he had no reason to expect victory. It was a little reckless, he knew, but it was far better than running and showing weakness.

When the chief began answering questions, Kresh decided to turn his attention back to Eek. No matter how stubbon she might prove, he would do his best to ensure she had someone she could trust.


[System]
Age: 13
Height: 5'2"
Body Type: Lanky,
Hair: Dirty Blonde
Eye Color: Dark Brown

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Background: Even before the outbreak, Bobby was a victim of others. Being shy, timid, and a frail build, he was the target of bullying throughout his school years. This led to him growing a greater disposition for books and his own company, or the company of his loving father, Stanley. Bobby's mother died when he was very young, and he only has the faintest recollection of her. Stan, on the other hand, was very close to Bobby, and helped him foster his love for knowledge. Bobby was quite particular to books on archaeology, and had grand fantasies of becoming an explorer of artifacts just like Indiana Jones. Ever since he witnessed the infamous "sword vs. pistol" scene of Raiders of the Lost Ark, Bobby begged his father to get him a pistol just like Indy. Coming to a compromise, Stan gave him a slingshot and, being quite skilled with one in his own youth, taught his son how to use it. This led to an incident at Bobby's school, in which one of his bully's was sent to an ER. Bobby was temporarily expelled as a result, much to his father's dismay; but it sure did a good job of stopping the bullying.
Then, the outbreak happened less than a year later. Stan, working in a busy hospital as a nurse, was one of the first to go; and Bobby had the misfortune of witnessing the transition. Stan caught on quick, and knew first-hand just as the rest of the city was catching on... but it was too late on to get his son to safety, himself. He urged his son to leave him behind, and compelled him to use the sewers as a possible method to hide. Bobby was reluctant, of course... until all hell broke loose, as the city fell into chaos along with his father shortly after. Bobby left Stan without much of a good chance for goodbyes, and took on his father's desperate advice to use the sewers. It was surprisingly effective; to not get eaten at first, anyway. He could still hear the chaos unfold above, the sounds of people screaming and being eaten alive.
Being on his own, he didn't have much as far as answers or comfort. The sewers have since proven to be a safe haven from most of the zombie population, at the least; but it has done little to prepare him for the outside world. After a recent incident at discovering his "home" in the sewers was ransacked, Bobby made an awful realization; the Raiders were learning about the safety of the sewers in greater numbers. Running out of places to hide, Bobby has recently been forced in more and more situations to attempt to survive above... and its been proving increasingly taxing for the unenlightened boy.
Personality: As already mentioned, Bobby is shy and timid by nature; add to being in isolation since the beginning of the outbreak, and his social abilities are... inadequate, to say the least. However, he is far from dumb, and learns the traits of others quickly. As such, he will be more comfortable revealing less (or lies) about himself as opposed to more. The world with which he has grown up in has logically made him accustomed to pessimism and distrust, where he looks out for himself first and foremost, if only for survival's sake. He is still a child, however; he has not forgotten how to laugh, or cry.

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Unique Abilities: Having spent most of the pandemic living in the sewers, Bobby has a great handle of NY's sewer system, and his eyesight has developed quite well in conditions without light. On the negative side of things, the lack of sunlight has also made his eyes very sensitive to the sun. Considering this trait, Bobby is great as a night spotter, as a guide in dark places (most especially the sewers), and (as further described in his "knowledge of combat"), very useful as an unorthodox "sniper." In addition, his small size and height allows him to squeeze through and/or hide slightly more easily in small spaces than others, and/or to sneak and make less noise slightly more effectively (though he's no ninja, and trained ears will find him without much difficulty). As a side, he will also eat next to anything that's edible, having grown a knowledge of what is edible and what is not, learning out of necessity to eat essentially sludge and/or whatever rotten scraps he happens to stumble upon to survive (aka having a complete lack of cooking skills).
Knowledge of Combat: Bobby is an excellent shot with his father's slingshot, and it has saved his life from zombies on more than one occasion. He's a very good shot with it at long distances, practicing extensively on the dull moments of down-time he has in a day. This makes Bobby much more dangerous than his frail frame makes him seem at first glance, and has resulted in the deaths of two foolish Raiders (reluctantly, and still mentally scarring, on Bobby's end). Despite this, Bobby's preference for his slingshot has led to a lack of development and experience in guns or close-proximity weapons; if ever caught in such a situation, he would be sure to be dead without the quick help of others. Knowing this full well, he has lived his life avoiding it at all costs, and has been relatively successful (until recently).
Weapons/Equipment: 1. His father's slingshot. It is one of the professional, metallic kinds, and being a quality instrument, it's still in very durable condition. It is capable of shooting all sorts of miscellaneous objects laying about (as big as a soda can, as small as a tiny pebble). 2. A large pouch holding rocks and scraps of "food", and a smaller pouch of "bang snaps", those novelty fireworks that you throw on the ground to make a small, bright "POP!". Using his slingshot, these in particular prove incredibly useful for directing/distracting small to medium groups of zombies. 3. A combat knife he's found on the streets near the beginning of the outbreak, which has since become rusty and near-dull. Marginally useful for cutting through weak materials, or his own hair. Not very useful in CQC, even if Bobby knew how to use it for such. 4. An old, dirty wine bag for water. 5. Very large shades that he has also found near the beginning of the outbreak, used when the sun is particularly bright (and look rather comical on his small face).
Conditions: Bobby's skin was always pretty pale to begin with. Add to the matter that he hasn't been seeing much sunlight, he almost resembles a zombie from a distance. Also, while knowing quite a bit about the sewers, he knows very little in terms of the outside world since the outbreak.

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The stone connected, but Truffles managed to turn just in time, preventing the blunt projectile from splitting into the back of his skull; knocking out a few teeth, instead. This was only a temporary fallback, though, as the mysterious figure behind him took the opportunity to finish the job.

It was a pretty gruesome sight for Bobby, getting a full view as Truffles turned just enough to let Bobby see a bit of blood squirt out from his neck. But even worse were his eyes: blood red, crazed, and looking at Bobby with malicious intent. He attempted an angry slur of final words, but it just resulted in a pitiful gurgling as the other fellow lent him down to the ground.

The man, at this point having his clothes covered with splatterings of blood, would have looked just as menacing if it weren't for a less crazed face; only marginally so, but that was all you could really ask for in this new world. At the least, it was enough for Bobby to get the hint he wasn't going to attack him (for the time being) giving an approving nod before scavenging the bodies.

Bobby gave an uncomfortable nod back, not really sure what else to do, still a little phased from Truffle's death and the bodies littered around him. He was still weighing out his options. Should he just take what he can and run off before this guy gets any ulterior ideas for him, just like all the others? Or could Bobby have some use for him? In any case, he knew sticking around here wasn't an option.

"You're going to want to finish up with that. That was a... uh. Loud entrance."

[Assistant]
Hunter walked into his apartment room like it was any normal day. He cleared the floor as best as he could just so he could do that. Took him over 3 weeks to make sure it was clear and another 2 weeks to find where they kept getting in from. Now the only way on the floor is the elevator which is now powered by a home made generator, and the emergency stairwell. The generator isn't used much though. Unfortunately it's powered using an old bike and a few batteries, So this job takes a good long while to get enough power to run an elevator.

He walked into his apartment and placed the shotgun on top of the dresser, he kicked off his shoes and threw odd his hat onto the kitchen counter. He grabbed himself a beer from the fridge (Currently lacking power and just used to keep drinks separate) then he went and sat on the chip bag covered couch. The food he found in the building was always random, which was fine with him but he was once force to eat nothing but Doritos for a week because he had a large supply of them and no luck finding food. Why did so many people have so many Doritos?!

His feet started turning some peddles at his feet and he turned on the TV, He was living a life of luxury considering the events going on. Then his head ache came back, he was out of Excedrin, or anything else for head aches. All he had was prescription pain killers for hips or something. He had no idea where to find medicine though, that was normally the first thing he grabbed in case someone else was searching the apartments as well. TO find medicine he would need to leave the apartment building.

He looked out onto the street and saw dozens of dead just outside his building, and hundreds if not thousands spread out over the streets. "...Dammit." He knew this day would come when he would have to leave the safety of his building.

[User] Now that Anthony was close enough, he could see that the figure was nothing more than a pale, young, boy. "Wonder how many days it's been since he's seen the sun." The older man mused as he found more ammunition for his gun, and not much else. "You're going to want to finish up with that. That was a... uh. Loud entrance." the boy said. Anthony looked the boy in the eyes and saw how hard they were, and shook his head to himself sighing. He reloaded his pistol, and raised an eyebrow at the young boy. "So, coming or not?" Anthony asked, "Cause looking at you, I think you could use a partner."

[Assistant]
"So, coming or not?" Anthony asked, "Cause looking at you, I think you could use a partner."

The man reloaded his pistol, and he was making Bobby exceedingly nervous. He seemed to have no regard for how much noise he's been making, or how such noise attracted the raiders in droves, having just as much of a death wish as their friends. And even more concerning was how nonchalant the man was at having killed several people... crazed or not. Was the Overground truly so awful as to turn people as such?

Or was this guy even more insane than he presumed? He seemed to have a good handle of protecting himself, but for all he knew he'd use him as bait or start banging pots and pans together like a madman, as all evidence was starting to lead. But Bobby knew he would have to make the upward journey sooner rather than later, and this was probably his best ticket.

Only now did Bobby realize he was musing silently to himself, leaving the man staring at him impatiently. "I, uhh... okay. But one condition." In the time of half a second, Bobby released a rock in the direction of one of the corpses ten feet away, leaving a large indent in his skull. Bobby points at his craftiwork. "I have a no touch policy. ALSO! I'm a, uh... black belt in Tai Kwon Do. So. Yeah. Watch yourself."

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The air was crisp, the sky clouded. However, the late fall chill was not the only thing that filled the air as Petra Novak sat perched on the rooftop of her apartment building. The groans and howls of the undead flouted upward from the streets and reached her ears on the rooftop. She had been camped out there for the majority of the time after the outbreak. After fleeing from her apartment with whatever supplies she could gather, she raced up to the rooftop, baracading the door shut. On occasion, when food resources were in the red, Petra would unblock the door and reenter the apartment building to scavenge before returning to the rooftop. However, as time went on, more and more people were turning and the weather grew colder and colder. Both the rooftop and the inside of the apartment building were becoming eliminated options for Petra. She knew she had to move soon - she just didn't know where.

This would be the last day she could scavenge through the building. Every time she went in, there seemed to be more walkers and she constantly ran the risk of raiders or residents of the building being less than hospitable when she barged in their door. This was the last time.

As Petra entered the building, she had her fire axe at the ready. She cursed the fact that she didn't have a firearm - she could never seem to come across them and after leaving her old life behind, she vowed never to own one herself. But times had surely changed since then. Slowly, Petra stalked through the hallways, flattening herself against the wall whenever she heard the groan of a walker or the creak of the floor boards. As she gingerly made her way across the top floor, the sound of gun shots from the floor below her caused her to jump. It had been a while since she had heard gun shots in the building. She cringed at the thought, knowing it would sturr up the walkers. She picked up her pace now as she made her way to the stair well and onto the next floor.

[Assistant] "I have a no touch policy. I'm also a black belt in Tai Kwon Do." the kid said. Anthony scoffed and replied while holstering his pistol, "Fine, and if you're a black belt, then I'm the former president." Then, looking down at his blood drenched clothes, he groaned and facepalmed himself realized why the boy looked at him weirdly. "Shit, guess I look like a psycho huh?" After scanning the area quickly Anthony continued to speak while scratching at the bush of a beard on his face, "Hey kid, we should move soon, don't think these bastards were alone." Then he flashed a grin at the boy, hoping it seemed reassuring since he flushed his mouth with warm water every few days. "My names Anthony, but you can just call me Tony."

[User]
"My name's Anthony, but you can just call me Tony." Tony grinned at Bobby, but it was only having the opposite effect than his intentions, looking even more manic while being still covered in blood. Damn straight you look like a psycho... Bobby thought.

"My name's Bobby." His ears perked up at the small but numerous pitter patters of flighty footfalls, alongside faint hollering. Still distant, but there nonetheless. "And actually, we have to move, like. Uh. Now."


[System]
Gender: Male

Age: 27

Race: Half-Orc / Half-Goliath

Appearance:

One would describe this Half-orc Half Goliath as intimidating, with an impressive 8'4" height and weighing nearly 390 Lbs. With his massive stature, raw power, and imposing presence, he proves to be quite intimidating for even the most savage of foes. Genthok is larger than average Goliaths and more thickly-muscled than a normal Orc, this half-breed is often observed performing feats of incredible strength with ease. The half-breed bears a mixture of his parent's bloodlines' physical traits. The black markings across his Grey stone like skin, the pale blue of a Goliaths eyes, and the muscle structure, sharpened canines, and pointed ears of an orc.

Multiple scars litter the half-breed's skin. Strange dark colored burns cover his hands and the center of his chest. The result of nearly succumbing to over casting. Genthok prefers to wear strong leather and stone armor and even then it's mostly around his waist and legs preferring to keep his upper body in a tangle of ritualistic bone armor. Other than a heavy blanket in colder weather Genthok will rarely wear anything that covers his face other than war paint. His hair is kept simple, mostly bald with a black scruffy beard.

Personality:

Genthok can be quiet and secretive around company he thinks are a threat. Otherwise, he's the kind of guy to drown his woes in extensive training or spending time in the forest and in nature. He is a kind, stoic, and gentle creature. Even through his intimidating stature, the giant forms natural unspoken bonds with animals and children very easily.

However, none of this means he's not a good fighter or a force to be reckoned with. When not working with hearts and minds he keeps to his studies. This shaman of nature is also quite able to change his personality to better suit a battlefield. Some have even called him insane. But this is the life of a berserker. Deal as much damage as you can, hope you don't get killed.

History:

Genthok was born from vengeance and seen as an abomination to his Goliath mother as well as the rest of her tribe. Given up to the inquisition as tribute days after his birth. The Half breed was more than likely saved from a worse fate. Thus, he was raised by other orcs and Goliaths that were already part of the inquisition. He learned from them and even showed prowess and skill with magic.

After a time of training and learning he began to be trained in the arts of magic. Specifically the arts that come with being a shaman to be able to settle the souls of the lost and calm the creatures of the wild. The shaman held a significant impact on the cultures he was raised between and normally was the strongest spell caster among the nomadic tribes. When he finally graduated, he was tall, strong, and powerful. Harnessing both the power of a shaman and the fury of a berserker.

As part of his graduation he had to accompany a group of shamans into the deep forests, so he could find and bond with a friend. He wasn't allowed to take any weapons and had to drink a liquid that would awaken his soul and open him up further to the world around him. This concoction also called out to the beasts in the forest until one finally answered. A large brown bear confronted the young half-breed. Soon he learned what this test was about, he would either dominate the bear or die. A harsh reality for a harsh world.

The fight lasted almost an hour before the bear was rendered unconscious. The other shamans taught him how to bond with it, talk to it, and most importantly feel what it felt. After another week of living off the land in the forest, his group returned. The bear now known as Artur walked behind his new friend. Genthok scarred and bruised from the fight was given the blue cloak of an inquisitor at 17. Finding the best place for it to hang from his belt as a mark as it was a bit small for him.

Genthok spent the next 10 years fighting, helping, and learning how to better control his magic as well as how to fight the blighted. He found most of the jobs he was tasked out on where to help purify land of evil and restless spirits as well as hunt down cults and demons they brought into this world. The giant also found himself working in small towns and villages, teaching the people how to harvest food better or improve their existing structures. Sure the inquisition was created to fight back the blight if it ever returned, but they still needed to look good to the civilians of this realm. With his natural knack for this his superiors would constantly have him walk around towns just to help and cheer people up.

Equipment:

Leather, Stone, and Bone Armor: Metal inhibits his ability to feel the world around him as a shaman. There for his armor has been made from hardy leather and stone covered in Orcish, Dwarvish, and Goliath runes. These runes help him by allowing him to focus his magic better. These runes are also mixed in with the bone armor that encompasses his upper body.

Basic Survival gear: Genthok spends most of his free time in natural environments and has thus modified the equipment given to him to better suit survival. Not just for himself but encase he has others with him as well.

Stone and crystal War hammer: because of his limits with metal, Genthok was gifted a special Hammer made of stone, crystal, and wood from an ancient elvish forest. The hammer was made by a master elvish crafter. This hammer although looking like it would break with one swing, is incredibly strong and resilient to even magical attacks.

Mark of the inquisition: his cloak hangs off the right side of his belt.

Herbs: being a shaman he has several small pouches of medicinal herbs. These plants are normally harvested from the surrounding area and are used for healing elixirs and other applications.

Magic:

Earth magic — Specialty Nature: Genthok uses his nature magic primarily to heal others and the natural world around him. He does use this occasionally to help with building houses and fortifications as well as growing food. This also allows him to befriend and control animals like Artur. The half-breed can also enhance the physical abilities of others near him by giving them a blessing of sorts, but it's taxing after words for both parties depending on the strength and duration.

Berserkers rage: as his Orcish blood boils within him after taking a hit. He is able to gain a great amount of strength and raw power for a limited time. His ability to heal naturally increases and his pain tolerance skyrockets. This gives him the ability to deal massive amounts of damage and fight through near fatal blows. However, even though he may feel invincible he's far from it. This ability drains him of his strength and has almost killed him before as he uses his natural magic to enhance himself. He also needs to get hit first before he can use this, and he can have trouble determining friend from foe.

Shamans Incite: this allows him to feel the world around him a bit better than others. This mostly deals with spirits and souls but also with instincts. He cannot talk to those who have passed but he can feel their pain and their emotions. This ability is what he awakened with the other shamans in the forest.

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Lanithil Valkas

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There were few things in this world worse than feeling helpless in a dire situation. Yet that was exactly how Lanithil felt as he watched his and every other arrow bounce off the monster. No matter where he fired the results were the same. The only real upside to this was that it was not hard for Lanithil to call a ceasefire when a few of the men boldly charged the beast. Holding up his right hand in a fist he yelled out "Hold your fire! Hold your fire!"

Immediately the archers restrained themselves and the volleys stopped. Lanithil watched closely as his allies engaged the armored mass desperately looking for an opening. His eyes followed every hit of magic and attack hoping they would reveal some sort of weak spot they could use. The tension among the archers grew as they waited. Each one praying they could come up with a way to assist their fellow inquisitors.

Their moment came soon after Gil pulled the spear and the beast was peppered with magic attacks from every direction. While most seemed to have little effect, a fire spear from Ardur drew the wood elf's attention to the spot where Kharne had hit it with acid. As the steam settled, he began to see the large cracks and missing chunks that part of it's armor had. It was impressive damage, but they could do more if that spot was completely exposed.

Hearing Ardur's command to focus on that spot, Lanithil and the archers raised their bows. "Archers ready!" He called out. All of them took aim and waited until their allies were clear and the beast was trapped in ice by River. "Fire!" A volley of arrows flew straight at the breaking chest piece. Hopefully the plate would be weakened enough to shatter at the force of a dozen or more arrows; just like it's weapon had.

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"What, do we sail the seven seas now?" Lilianna responded dryly as Ardur turned his attention away. All hands on deck indeed. She watched it turn from attacker to attacker as they assaulted it, her interest in it waning quickly. Nothing more than a nuisance really. Its only strength seemed to be its size.

"I'll let the others handle that then. No need to burn my magic with plenty of others here." Lilianna stood back to observe, sword in hand just in case. She was much more interested in examining the bodies littering the field and what may lie inside. After of course she made sure their headstrong commander got himself proper attention.

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Kharne held onto the giant despite the sudden heat of the flames from Ardur that flared around the armored behemoth. When the flames dissipated the draconic giants scales steamed. His 'mount' flailed about due to the flames which had knocked him off. Armor was a bit difficult to grip given its lack of hard edges. Well the giant had one big edge and Kharne thundered towards it. His thick arms wrapped around the giants middle while his wings twisted and slammed down into the ground to act as anchors.

The strain of his muscles was almost audible as he attempted to lift the armored beast from the ground. The straps on his armored arm snapped from the sudden strain of trying to contain the bulging muscle underneath. This was probably the hardest any of the other Inquisitors had seen the half dragon work, most physical tasks coming easy to the naturally strong man. But back to point, if he couldn't lift the giant he'd keep him still as long as he could.

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Halek had been prowling by the edge of the combat looking for a weakness in the beast. Watching every move the creature made he had been trying to find even the slightest gap in the armor. When his allies had made the hole in the giant's armor Halek smelled opportunity. The armor seemed to be it's only defence. Quickly coming up with a plan Halek sheathed his sword and began to trot towards the giant. Multiple spells were being flung at the giant creature, not giving it time to retaliate.

Once Halek had closed the distance to about twenty feet he drew his dagger. While cutting his palm with the dagger he murmured,"venenum aspidum stillante portasse." the blade began to turn a sickly green and began secreting a thick liquid of the same color. Taking aim he knew it was a somewhat difficult shot to hit with the creature moving so much. Halek was having a difficult time getting a good shot until Kharne came up behind the creature and grabbed it from behind. Now with the beast detained Halek slung his arm down, flinging the blade at the champion. As soon as he let go he knew his aim was true, but he still watched the blade tumble through the air until it landed within the hole in the armor.

Quickly backing away, Halek went towards the archers. While his dagger leaked venom into the giants body for a time, he could poison the archers arrows. Reaching the archers he looked towards the person commanding them, "I can poison your arrows if you need me to."

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What a strange occurrence. This champion didn't react to him after pulling so many spears up. "Perhaps because I'm not human? Or I have the goddesses divine protection?" these thoughts continued through the Half breeds mind while he regained his strength. He knew very well it will take some time for him to do something big like that again. "What a waste, that dammed demon didn't even acknowledge me." he could feel it slightly, the build up in the pit of his stomach. The rage.

Casting aside his thoughts of why the demon didn't react to him pulling out so many spears made the shaman furious. How dare this thing ignore him. "Fine if you won't come to me ill go to you." he thought aloud not really paying attention to anyone. His rage was growing there was no stopping it now. The half Goliath slowly turned to tunnel vision solely focusing on two things. His brother Kharne, who was attempting to grapple the beast at its waist, and the giant.

Slowly Genthok's muscles began to move and grow slightly, his eyes turning to a dull shade of glowing white and red. The cut on his hand from earlier stopped bleeding as it gripped onto his war hammer. Slowly he began walking toward the beast then jogged for a moment before charging towards its right side. His right hand began to burn with a pure white flame, it was what he used to burn corruption and evil from the places he purified.

His companion Artur also began to feel his masters rage. The runic markings that sprawled around the beast began to glow a subtle shade of red and the bear also began to grow slightly larger. He would still stick with his masters orders and keep River safe but his attacks would be stronger and more unpredictable.

Genthok neared his target he could see the ice forming around the beasts ankle and gripped his war hammer with both hands the white flame channeled into the hammer. The hammer itself remained the same other than white runes that began to appear across the hammer effectively transferring the touch spell to the weapon. As the large shaman neared, his focus was to first strike the beast in its ankle with a mighty swing. And then assist Kharne with his grappling.


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Nickname(Optional): Pfft, no.
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Physical Appearance: Of Average build with short dark hair, Neil isn't exactly the most unique specimen. He is fit but not noticeably so. He isn't big at all, but he is also not small. He has a face girls can find cute, but not exactly dreamy. Tanned skin and a ruddy complexion from all of the machine's he's worked on, coupled with the calluses on his hands gives him an experienced look despite the very youthful appearance he has. All in all, other than the twinkling of his eyes and the trademark grin, he is essentially average. He has dark eyes and very dark brown hair, enough to be considered black under most light. He's about 5'10 and 165 pounds.
Clothing: He often wears baggy pants, mostly military cargo. He likes to wear single colored T-Shirts. Usually he wears red.
Personality: Oh, now that is a question. To say Neil is eccentric is...well, that hits the nail on the head. Very good with hand-eye coordination, competent combatant, good engineer, and a daring pilot. But prone to sarcasm, snide remarks, unorthodox behavior, and just good old fashioned explosions. He's a born jokester, though behind his charming yet insufferable demeanor belies a certain intelligence, and to those he enjoys, he does tend to have a big heart.

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The water was a welcome shock to Neil's senses. It was cold enough to grip him for a moment, but he was also quite hot and realized that was probably why he felt such a contrast in temperature. He was more than glad light filtered through into the first section of the aqueduct, and followed Junebug as her light led the way. Oddly enough, the stone on their feet was well carved. Most of the roads above were made of dirt, but even such a basic structure as this was a very different style of architecture.

"You know when we get out of here, first thing I plan on doing is taking a long ass nap." he said. "Right after a good shower and some nice steak."

He didn't give the impression of complaining, more like daydreaming. Despite how rough the day had been, Neil was nothing if not energetic and upbeat. He remained in the rear to protect Taya, the girl shivering from the cold and probably the dark. Neil placed a hand on her shoulder, and she jumped with a squeak. "Hey, hey it's ok." He chuckled, giving her a wink. "Sorry, I just..." she began, at a loss for words about the last few days. Neil then felt a hand on his shoulder, and it was his turn to jump, only for him to find the fearful beauty gazing at him, her eyes big and dark.

"Just uh...stick close." He said. She obviously understood nothing that he said, but his soothing meaning was caught by her and she did, one hand perpetually tugging at his necklace lightly while he held his gun out. He was attracted to her but Gods, they needed to make it out of here first. He made sure to listen out for any splashes of pursuit, but for once they were lucky. At least in them escaping quietly. However the tunnel was long, and water made trudging a whole lot harder.

The section they stopped at was a...dead end. Sayeeda's gunlight illuminated nothing but stone wall, though on second inspection she saw the pool before the wall had no discernible floor. The woman at Neil's side babbled something incoherent, but after a moment Junebug explained that they had to swim before they made it out. The hesitation of the crew was palpable, and so the woman offered to go first Neil suspected, as she gripped Neil's arm tighter before making her way to the fore and diving in.

Neil shrugged, and told Taya to stay near Junebug's light as they all took a breath and followed a moment later.

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No soldier liked swiming. It was slow, awkward and there was no cover, plus there was a fair chance that unless you had specialist hardware it wouldn't work. Junebug was no exception but she had gone through rigorous swim PT and at least she didnt have her armor and fifty pounds of gear to contend with. Holding her breath she plunged into the water after the woman diving straight down two or three meters before moving sideways through and opening. Following her guide she kicked off the bottom stiring up a storm of blackish sand before racing upwards and breaking the surface once more. Their guide was grinning with genuine excitment at the stunt and it bought a small smile to Junebugs own lips as she turned her light back to reveal Neil and Taya breaking the water. Brushing wet hair from her eyes she climbed into the ankle deep water of the ledge. To her surprise there was light filtering down from above and a series of handholes was carved into the side of the tunnel. Their guide pointed excitedly.

"Its a filter," Junebug realised as she reached down to scoop some of the sand from her sandal. As she suspected it was a mix of fine white river sand and a dark black substance.

"They must dump charcoal into the pit there to filter it," she mused wondering at the ingenuity of people who it was easy to think of as simple savages.

"Probably how your not so secret admirer knows about it." Taya giggled at the jibe which made Junebug grin, teeth flashing white in the dark. The girl had a right to be scared but if someone could laugh at a time like this there was hope for them. Neil said nothing but she had the impression he was blushing. Lossening her patrol sling she draped her weapon over her shoulder and climbed up the handholes pushing back a small cover of broad leaves that clearly kept the rain and animals mostly at bay.

It was a relief to be out in the open again, something only noticeable with the absence of tension. Junebug wasn't claustraphobic, no tanker was, but confidned spaces were killboxes in her mind and best avoided where possible. The clearing the found themselves in was surrounded by medium sized trees. The area was clearly tended and some sort of legume type crop was trellesed around them. It was nearly nightfall now but judging by the glow from across the low ridge the party was still in full swing back at the city. With a sigh of relief Junebug sank down onto one of the large roots, feeling the cool water begin to evaporate in the tropical heat.

"Captain," Taya said with a ghost of a smile, "You look a bit like a plucked chicken." Junebug regarded herself for a moment, in several places the feathers had come away from her cape exposing the underlying animal skin, giving her a patchy and disreputable look.

"Well so long as Im not a cooked goose I guess I'll count my blessings," she retorted. It was a weak joke but it got a chuckled that helped to release the tension of the past several hours.

"We ought to get going back towards the Highlander," she mused, levering open the breech of her submachine gun as she did so. A greenish sludge dribbled from the chamber as she freed it. Sighing she stripped the magazine from the weapon and tumbed free one of the plastic sheathed rounds. It was the size of a poker chip and comprised a hyper dense metal pellet along with coiled hyper conductive copper gold alloy that worked with the electromagnets to accelerate the round down the barrel. Experimentally she rubbed the round between thumb and forefinger. The plastic crumbled like compacted dirt.

"Curse me for a fool," she said and then looked up at the puzzled expression on her comrades faces.

"From my perspective these rounds have only been here a couple of days," she explained, tossing the worthless round away and trying the next one.

"But really, they have been under spring pressure for two years, its work hardened the plastic." The second round crumbled also.

"Damn lucky it didn't get me killed right now," she groused. This round still workded and she manually cycled it through the weapon with a series of clacks as she pulled the action open and closed making sure the loading mechanism worked. It was no guarntee but it was the best she was going to get.

"I think our best bet is to hike a few clicks off into the bush," she made a general gesture in the direction of the Highlander, "And then try to figure out what we are going to do."

"Also," she went on, turning to address the native girl in her own tongue, she was watching Sayeeda as though she was performing some sort of magic trick.

"You got a name?"

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"Lucky my gun's old fashioned then." Neil said in regard's to Junebug's malfunctioning submachine gun. He'd used plenty of state of the art weaponry before, most recently when he had the flamer during the Xenonid attack. But his old mech fighter had a revolving cylinder cannon for its main armament, so he had taken up a .44 magnum in homage to it. There was no strain on the chambers with the bullets, thankfully. It might not have as rapid of a rate of fire as many guns, but it was reliable and it had stopping power.

His hair and body were soaked, though the sudden warmth of the dying day changed that. He could already feel a mellow heat washing over him. He enjoyed heat more than most, but it had been very harsh here. It was more than welcome at the moment, however. He still did undo his revolver, taking it apart and making sure to dry the bullets. It might be reliable but you never know when water was involved. Even laser rifles had trouble with water.

"Quetzalli" the woman said, somewhat enchanted and elated that she had not only had escaped with her life, but she had helped the Starmen in doing so. Her previous gazes at Neil also showed a bit of what she was planning, but at the moment she was just happy to be free from Wetumpkah and being around such strange and wondrous people.

If Neil was reading her mind, he'd be grinning at how she'd feel about a full set of clothes and maybe some well cooked meals. Or a soft bed for that matter. But at the moment he was just putting the bullets back in his gun and strode over to the woman and Junebug. Neil's brows were raised as the woman looked to him and pointed to herself. "Quetzalli."

"Is that her name?" Neil asked, and Junebug gave a nod and a grin.

"Fuckin' sweet. I'm Neil." He said, then realized he spoke far too many words. "I mean uh..." He pointed to himself. "Neeeeeiiiil" he said slowly. She reached over to grab his hands, enfolding them in her own as she batted her eyes at him, her voice a sultry whisper. "Neil"

"Oooooh kay." He chuckled, trying to keep her focused on them surviving still. Honestly he felt like she was a cool woman, because she seemed about as crazy and exciting as him. But he'd just gotten out of a melee and he was still woozy from the bonk to the head. Might want to make it back to the Highlander before they picked out drapes. "Let's see if we can find some place to lie low." The pilot said, and though the woman was somewhat unfamiliar with this part of the jungle, it was not too hard going as they made it a few miles deeper into the woods.

"Taya" the younger woman said, giving a wave to Quetzalli, and the other nodded in turn.

Once the sun was fully down, two moons appeared above them. They had found a small glade to rest for awhile. Neil volunteered to climb a tree and see if there was any fruit up there, as Junebug had deciphered from who Neil called 'Zalli' that a pear shaped, pink fruit was good to eat. He'd just found a couple in the dark when they heard a roar that reverberated off the trees, sending a cold chill up each of their spines.


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The Basics
Nicknames/Titles:
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Home Planet: Lothal
Race: Human
Sexuality: Straight
Force Sensitive: Yes, but doesn't know it, nor does he really care.
If yes, to what extent is their control over the Force:
Weapon(s): A-116 Marksmen Blaster Pistol, Modified E-11 Long-Range blaster mostly for scouting areas.
Loyalty: First Order
Position: Smuggler/Marksmen/Mercenary/Bounty Hunter

The Face Stuff
Height: 6'2''
Weight: 197 lbs.
Body Build: Athletic
Notable Injuries/scars: A scar that starts below his left ear and comes across to the end of his jaw.
Hair color: Jet Black
-Length: Shoulder
-Style: Ponytail typically
Eye color(s): Blue
Skin tone: Tanned

Marking/Tattoos: None
Clothing: Highly Modified Baragwin Shadow Armor with a dark blue color to it.along with a targeting assessor.
-Anything notable of the clothing: The First Order's symbol directly on the chest

The Good Stuff
Biography:

Joran doesn't remember exactly anything from his childhood except that he would do anything to scrap by. From about the age of nine, he was taken in by a man that taught him how to fire a blaster to defend himself. From that point, the man took him under his wing, allowing him to grow into a mercenary that no longer had to fight to just get by. They would take on numerous missions for the Empire, but nothing that really put him in any limelight, as he most kept to the shadows.

The once Mercenary eventually was made a complete First Order agent who spends most of his days doing exactly what that man did for him. Give some Orphaned children a purpose. He felt he gave them a life instead of them starving on the streets, begging, or being taken to a worse fate. At least this way they would grow to have a fighting chance against the universe. At least that was always how he rationalized it, which was the same way it had been rationalized to him.

The First Order has made sure that they have kept him on their payroll, even if he isn't out on a mission, as they feel he is a valueable asset to them. While he himself not even realizing it, not that he would really care if he knew, he is force sensitive, which was another reason they have kept him on the payroll, and around.
Personality: A very crass, unapologetic person. Doesn't care if he offends people with his dialouge, nor does he really care if he steps on peoples toes when it comes to having a set plan in stone. He believes firmly that you cannot account for every variable, so why bother even trying to plan out things, as he would rather just react to the events taking place over wasting time. To him, every second planning something is a second he could be doing just about anything else. He refuses to tone himself done for anyone.

Like: Spicy Foods, High Paying Jobs, Taking Risks, Gambling, Explosions caused by him.
Dislikes: Waiting long periods of time, Being forced into planning out details, other Bounty Hunters/Smugglers. Sweet Foods. Explosions by other people directed at him.
Triggers/Hot Button: Plans
Skills/Strengths: Improvisation, Dependable/Reliable, Highly skilled Marksman, Charismatic, Outgoing
Flaws/Weaknesses: Impatient, Reactive, Never Has a Plan, Hot-Headed. Abrasive, Crass, Crude

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The shifts in character brought some intrigue into just who Solaras exactly was as she seemed to have moments of absolute authority. The way she seemingly was able to take control of the moment, exerting her authority, the slight tone change in her voice once she had leaned in close, practically flirting with him. Though he couldn't help but play along, as he felt he would enjoy staying on the better side of this women, especially if she was this willing to exert her authority in such a setting. "You know, I do love a women than can take charge." His lips curled upwards in a practical trademark smirk as he glanced around the room, taking in the atmosphere.

The powerful strides through their dance motions had momentarily caught him off guard, as he felt she was making sure that everyone at the party knew that they were the ones in charge. "You know, I feel I haven't flattered you enough, especially given the situation that seems to be rising all around us." Those black outfits caused his heart to swell for a moment. Everything started to click inside of his head, as this was going to be the Order's power play. Thought, he didn't know the extent of that play just yet, he felt he was going to find out. So much for being an unknown after this moment was the last thought that processed through his mind before everything slowly grew darker.

The Star Destroyer that hang just above them caused his lips to curl even more as a full blown smile crossed his face. 'So it's that serious then' Joran's thoughts trailed off as he felt his wrist being slowly pulled by someone he didn't figure would be able to budge him, though this women seemed to be full of more surprises than he could have imagined. The night was only beginning it seemed as he couldn't help but take the spot directly behind her on the stage. Maybe this mission wasn't going to be boring after all.

Joran felt mesmerized by the sudden shift in Solaras' body. Everything about her screamed power, something that he wasn't expecting from someone that just moments ago had been pouting. Scanning the crowd, everything started to move slowly around them as he toned her completely out. A man was obviously screaming something while in the same moment was pulling out a hidden blaster that apparently no one had checked for. Lucky for him, no one had checked him either as he felt his hand naturally rip his trademark sidearm from the inner pocket in his jacket. Two blasts had made contact in the middle of the air directly in front of hostess of the evening.

Suddenly his tunnel vision seemed to subside after the man was quickly grabbed and pulled away from the other party attendees by some of the Troopers. Slowly he took to standing directly beside the Lady in Red, as he looked over at her so that he could access the situation just a little better. They were going to show these common filth that when the First Order rose from the Ashes, it had no intention of ever being considered a second Empire. It was going to be so much more than that.

Taking the steps way faster than most people would have dressed in the attire he was in, his lips held a certain air to them that was much different than before. "Well... I never would have guessed that a first date would be just this much fun. You certainly know how to show a man a good time." Of course he no longer had to worry about not being himself, so naturally the tuxedo's top was completely discarded. The grey vest that had been fitted to him was untucked from the pants as he quickly unbutton the long sleeve shirt and rolled the sleeves up a bit.

"I guess I am to escort the Lady Extraordinaire back to her humble abode? Or do we have a more important matter to attend to? Ah fuck it, just tell me where we are heading, I don't need an extravagant plan that you no doubt have plotted out." Lifting his blaster up, he made sure that he sent one shot off towards the back left of the room without even looking in the direction. The blonde man that had been such a damned nuisance early fell to the ground, writing in pain. "I told you I was maiming at least one of these fuckers."

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The pair made their way through the back ways, Solaras' dress held up in her hands for easier movement. She looked back at the now, far more casual, man with a crude smirk. "The fun is only beginning. You know the Republic slime aren't going to let their egos be hurt." She openly stated, not really caring if anyone else heard her.

He questioned her plans and their destination while only a groan came to her lips as the blonde from earlier cried in the now receeding ballroom behind them. "I swear, if you just started a war with Bespin by shooting him I'll strangle you before Supreme Leader can get to you." She rolled her eyes and pursed her lips as she began down the stairs. Her heels echo'd in the empty space with the scraping sound of her dress adding accents of sound.

They came to a door a few floors down at one of the landings, Solaras taking point and opening the door. They were hit with a sudden gust of cool evening air as the lights of Coruscant were coming to life as the sky died out. They moved quickly towards the sleek black speeder just a few steps away. "I'll fly you shoot." She calmly stated. She made an attempt at first to get into the speeder only to have her dress restrict her movements. "Oh son of a Kaminoian whore." She gathered the material up her legs- high enough to show up to her thigh...where a knife holster waited. She pulled the knife free and tore into the very likely expensive dress. The floor length gown changed into a mid thigh length dress as she threw the lower material to the side, an aggitated noise coming from her. "I really liked that dress too." Ah well, she'd be able to get more later.

She got into the speeder, turned it to life before glancing at Joran. "Hold on." The speeder whipped out into the lanes of traffic with ease, a few close calls with some of the larger freighters traveling but nothing life threatening. They'd been traveling for quite a moment before a few blaster shots fired past them.

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This would be one of those moments Jorin would one day look back on with fondness... or maybe scorn depending on how things continued to proceed with Solaras, and he would remember they changed history. The hairs on his arms started to stand with anticipation, something those that actually knew him meant that his reflexes would become uncanny. "You know, it's weird... Normally I'm the one they call slime." The emphasis on the word they really spelled out how he felt about the New Republic.

"If I started a war with Bespin, then I will personally fly a ship to the planet and blow the damned place up myself." Looking over into her eyes, the sheer confidence in his own abilities radiated blindly in them. "They will not stop the First Order, I will make sure of that." Continuing down the stairs at the pace they were headed, he wondered just where exactly everything was going to lead them from this point onward. "Though, I don't think anything will exactly matter after this point. This will mark the beginning of the War, you and I both know that. Let those that think they matter fight over which side they want to make alliances with as in the end it will not even matter. We both know that as well."

"Oi! You watch your language. It's unbecoming of a lady to say the word whore." Jorin had to force himself not to chuckle as he looked at the knife she withdrew a knife from her thigh. "You know, most girls don't show this much skin before they really get to know a guy." His lips curled upwards as he slid into the seat next to her. "I think the new dress suits you a bit more. Matches the way you hold yourself in front of people when you don't have to pretend to be a different person."

A few blaster shots flew through the sky above their heads as he groaned a bit. Now it was his turn to probably give her a surprise as he rolled onto his back in the seat, practically leaning over the middle and into her seat. "Sorry, gonna need a bigger gun for this." Reaching into the bottom of both legs of his pants, he slowly pulled out two pieces of metal and set them on the ground, as he pulled himself back into his own seat. The final major piece of the gun he had craftily broken into three parts was removed from his back, with the tape making him wince a bit.

As another shot whizzed just a bit closer than the last two came over head, he sighed as he twist the metal into the proper places. Taking one deep breath, he actually placed his legs over the center console of the speeder and spun his body onto his stomach, while starting to aim with the E-11 that he had hidden on his body just on the chance of things getting out of hand. "I know this might sound a like I'm coming on to you, but when I need to reload, I have a clip in my pocket, and will need you to get it for me."

Taking a deep breath, everything in the world seemed to slow around him once more as he pulled the trigger of the weapon he was wielding in the direction of the closest speeder that happened to be chasing them. The shot ripped through the sky as it blasted the steering wheel the driver was holding into nothingness. He watched the ship dive bomb towards the ground out of control, and then a small explosion seemed to emanate from somewhere on the ground, probably damaging a few buildings in the process. The world returned to full speed as he focused to see if any more were going to be chasing them after that.


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"I can't be in here. I'm not who I feel.
It's now change or die. I need this to be."
 | PROFILE Full Name: Jorge Vaz Henriques
Date of Birth: 2154, August 8th
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 29
Occupation: Former SIED Agent & Alliance Marines / Hired Gun
Service Rank: Staff LieutenantProfile: Soldier
Powers: Proximity Mine
Defense Drone
Adrenaline Rush
Concussive ShotBelongings: Medium Skirmish Armor – III
Crossfire Assault Rifle - V
Stiletto Pistol - III
Frag Grenades
Pocket KnifeRole: Lead contact of Kingslayer |

 PSYCHOLOGICAL PROFILE Jorge never felt content while growing up on Earth due to the lack of independence that Benning provided. Still, he considers Earth to be his birthplace rather than the colony. His grandparents' strict lessons were edged into his brain, leading to him being more tolerated of authority—unlike his father. That attitude changed after his experience on Torfan and the massacre that he saw his fellow soldiers committing. But, he never regretted his time in the Alliance for giving him the tools necessary for life in the Terminus Systems as a hired gun. In addition, his time in the SIED prepared Jorge for a situation like Kingslayer. It would've made sense for C-Sec to enact a ruthless, cold-hearted individual as the lead contract.

Especially if said individual had training in interrogation and undercover work from a respected foreign strategic intelligence agency.
 DETAILED HISTORY Four years old. That was how old Jorge Henriques was when humanity made contact with life beyond the Sol System. He didn't remember much of it besides his parents getting concerned. And given that they were living in Benning, their concerns were justified with Shanxi being captured by the turians. It wasn't until peace prevailed that there was a sense of normality. But, something in his father changed after that event. He started to resent turians and distrust aliens so much that his wife began to worry. Before she had the chance to confront him about it, tragedy struck.

A significant element zero leak occurred near their apartment and exposed the entire block, giving some of the children biotics. Unfortunately, it also resulted in sudden cardiac arrest with several older individuals. She was among the victims in what officials declared a "terrible accident." But, with the loss of his lover, Jorge's father went deeper into his hatred for aliens as a coping mechanism. Jorge was forced to watch, at a young age, his father's slow decline into conspiracies and other nonsense. His grandparents realized this and fought for custody of their grandson at court.

Thankfully, the court ruled in favor of them, and Jorge moved to Earth at the start of high school. Unfortunately, he lost contact with his father after leaving Benning and never made any attempts. On Earth, he lived a better life in his grandparent's villa in Lisbon and attended the best schools in the country. But instead of going to university, Jorge joined the country's foreign intelligence service and rose through the positions. It wasn't until tensions with the batarians rose that he was transferred over to the Alliance. There he started to develop a talent with the sniper rifle.

Then, the Skyllian Blitz happened. And a few years later, the Alliance launched a major offensive against Torfan in retaliation for Elysium. Jorge witnessed the unmerciful Butcher of Torfan at work, commanding that he and other marines wipe the batarians out. He refused to talk about what took place on that moon and retired from the Alliance shortly after. However, his thirst for warfare and combat never truly left him. Jorge understood that C-Sec wasn't ever going to be enough to be satisfied. So instead, he became a hired gun for the various mercenary groups.

But, it was the Blue Suns that provided Jorge with a sturdy source of credits and work. Hell, he was starting to like it. But then, he vanished shortly after being contracted out of the blue from an anonymous source. Nobody understood why he ran into hiding, but that wasn't the truth. Jorge knew that the source was legitimate after it mentioned his work during SIED on Earth. So, he gathered his things and departed for the location that the contract gave out. It was at the Citadel and inside the luxurious Presidium, which was rather unusual to meet someone until he saw both Executor Pallin and Ambassador Udina in the same room.

Then, everything began to make sense. Pallin didn't reveal much about the assignment, but he didn't need to after learning about the Council's involvement. And it wasn't like that Jorge could've refused their request unless he wanted to see what they were willing to do.

So, he accepted their offer on the condition that he personally chose who was going to be on Kingslayer.

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And the answers were starting to come. "Ah, hi there. Finally someone, I was starting to worry I had the wrong address or something." she swung her feet off the windowsill and got up to give Arthur's hand a firm shake with a friendly smile, "Lantea T'Keli. Room over there is free, grab the best bed before more people show up." she gestured toward the second bedroom door with her left hand just as Key entered the apartment. "Aaaaand here's another, like- Wait, Bucket? What are you-?" she paused, realizing her mistake and turning back to Arthur, "Nevermind, different Quarian with a green rag. But what she said, what's your shtick? Not regular military or cop, they don't let those grow big, beautiful beards like that. Does your helmet even seal properly?" she continued with a smile as she flicked her wrist surrounded by a blue glow, hurling the empty noodle box into the trash bin on her way to the couch.

She sprang right back to her feet no more than a few seconds after she sat down, her hand stopping just short of drawing her Stiletto when she realized the Vorcha introduced himself politely and without drooling. "Son of a bitch, the legends were true. There are Vorcha with more than two brain cells bouncing around the inside of their skull, picture that." the Asari grinned as she sat back down, postponing any further introductions until more people arrived.

The sight of Sivus, on the other hand, was a very welcome one. If her previous experiences were anything to go by, a Turian might bring some order and discipline into the group, an important thing to have when setting up a new team. His drinking comment made Lantea chuckle. "If I had ten credits for every time I heard that, I'd be retiring by now. I'm Lantea, I guess I'm here to take fire so the lot of you don't have to." she got up to shake Sivus' and Liyah's hands, leaning closer to the latter with a subtle nod toward Osum, "Don't worry about that, they're short-lived, it'll be gone in a decade or so." she whispered.

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Arty let go of the asari's hand and turned abruptly as the green-clothed quarian stormed in bitching about the service downstairs. He watched her as she plopped down irritably on the couch and demanded to know he was. He had no trouble believing management had gave her a hard time. He had never really spoken with a quarian before but he was well aware of the discrimination they faced across the galaxy. "Well you're a right fire cracker, aren't ya?" he asked with a smirk. "That's good, we might need some of that. Name's Arthur Dow, my friends call me Arty."

He nodded to the newcomers as they trickled in. Arty glanced at Lantea as she turned to speak to him."Nevermind, different Quarian with a green rag. But what she said, what's your shtick? Not regular military or cop, they don't let those grow big, beautiful beards like that. Does your helmet even seal properly?"

Arty stroked his curly beard, nodding his appreciation of her compliment. Then he snorted at her last question. "I did a stint with the navy and you're right, I had to be as clean shaven as the day I was born. It was bloody dreadful. I work the private sector now. I have a talent for spotting things and getting information out of people. As for my abilites.." he trailed off and held up his hand, willing a blue wisp into existence and danced it around his fingers.

"I'm a biotic, like yourself. Though less making people levitate from a distance and more launching them into the ceiling. Up close and personal." he said, curling his fingers into a fist that pulsated with blue energy. He let the energy fade away and turned to greet the newcomers. "Oh and I don't wear a helmet. The only place I'd need it is the void of space. And I don't make a habit of taking orbital walks." Arty chirped cheekily over his shoulder. He approached the only other human in the room first and introduced himself in a quick but friendly manner. She seemed nice enough, though if she was here Arty knew that meant she was incredibly dangerous. And jumpy, it turned out, as she reacted quite dramatically to the vorcha that had just walked into the room.

Not that Arty could blame her. The only vorcha he had encountered were blood pack and they were never thrilled to see him. He seemed friendly though. What an odd crew so far. Finally, Arty turned to the Turian, Sivus. He listened to the turian's introduction and grinned."Very succinctly put, mate. I get the feeling we'll get along just dandy. Arthur Dow, a pleasure." Arty said suavely as they shook hands.

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By the time the shuttle arrived at Livilla Towers, Jorge had received a notice that several individuals had entered the apartment. However, he knew that his squadmates managed to find the safehouse without much trouble. Well, that was until the lobby attendant was getting his attention while talking to someone else on the phone. The attendant clearly wasn't in the mood to pretend that his day was cheerful. And based on the fact that he was called over, Jorge knew that someone from the team was responsible for the mood change.

"Sir, I'm afraid that someone unauthorized is in your apartment." the attendant explained. "In fact, there were a few rather suspicious individuals, including a rather rude quarian. Should I contract C-Sec?"

"Did all of them had the proper keycards?" Jorge asked with a hint of annoyance in his voice.

"Well, yes. But you can never know-" Before the attendant was able to finish, Jorge received an alert from his omni-tool and saw it was a message from Salany D'ami. He knew that something was wrong and required his immediate attention, but the attendant still seemed to be cautious of the guest. So, Jorge responded in the only way he knew how: directly.

"Look, I don't have time to deal with you. I paid for the keycards and have the right to issue them to my guest. So, leave them alone, or you'll be hearing for your boss." Jorge headed for the elevator and watched the attendant looking away in shame before the doors closed. And now alone, he got on his omni-tool and pulled up the message from Salany. It was only a single sentence that made Jorge concerned about the entire mission: "Bluejay left for an emergency meeting with the client."

When the elevator stopped, Jorge ran out of it before the doors were done opening and headed straight for the apartment. He entered and saw the crew gathering around in the main room, which was helpful. Next, Jorge briefly went to his room to pick up his armor and equipment for the mission. Then, he went over to the control panel by the door and messed around with it until the window blinds began closing independently. Lastly, he walked over to the cabinet in front of the sofa while a massive television rose from it.

And while everything was going on, Jorge finally introduced himself to the team. "Jorge Henriques. The superior from this squad and the operation its self. And right now, I need everyone to get ready for the first mission. I will explain later."

Jorge began putting on his armor when he turned on the television, and an image of an older female salarian appeared on the screen. "Zakarth Daezike. Her family runs a pretty successful accounting firm carting to both asari and salarian companies within Citadel space. Normally, they don't offer bookkeeping to their loyal customers. But it's hard to deny services to a Spectre—especially if it's Saren Arterius. So to provide the best, Zakarth was appointed to be his accountant and bookkeeper."

Another image appeared on the screen, and it was security footage of Zakarth and Saren chatting at a fancy restaurant. "And for thirteen years, Zakarth worked hard to maintain the Spectre's deals and records within the Citadel. It was going smoothly until her boss was declared a criminal and his status revoked. And when her family's company terminated their partnership, Zakarth quit in response and chose to standby Saren without any doubt. She used her connections within both C-Sec and the Council to obtain crucial knowledge regarding the Saren case."

The following image showed one of Zakarth's contracts being questioned by a C-Sec officer. "Fortunately, C-Sec caught some of them in the act. But they managed to feed her bits of classified information. It wasn't until a few days that we learned of Zakarth's involvement. Kingslayer was authorized to apprehend the accountant at her house in the Presidium. But four minutes ago, Zakarth left from an emergency meeting with her client. I don't know what it means other than something bad happened."

And the final image revealed the layout of Zakarth's home, a standard luxury villa with a large office overlooking one of the artificial lakes in the Presidium. "That's why we are in a hurry. We need to gather as much data in that office as possible before something happens to them. And then, we can focus on getting Zakarth later."

Jorge was making sure that his armor was properly fitted when he finished the briefing. He also made sure that his weapons were holstered. Then, he looked at his team and began heading out to their ride. "If you have questions, ask them on the shuttle ride. Once you're ready, meet me on the roof. That's where our ride is waiting though we will need a driver."


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Age: 300 years old

Gender: Female

Race: Magic-Touched Human. Far more long-lived than the average human.

Her usual attire when she travels.

She is always seen wearing a long, flowing robe in public. She is quite the tall woman, being 6 feet tall. Her hair length is also quite extraordinary, reaching to her knees.

Personality:
Most people see her as a kind and caring mage, as she would happily mingle with the populace and even let children tug on her robes. However, that didn't mean she was naive, as her 300 year experience on life has made her a wise and knowledgeable mage. She knows when to hold back and when to act with her full strength. She is easily disgusted with any injustice. She will punish any evildoers and criminals she happens to find in her travels, sometimes in unpleasant ways. As a long-lived mage, she isn't bound by the rules and laws of society, and she will sometimes inflict cruel punishments into people whose crimes she finds most revolting.

Biography:
She was born as an illegitimate child of a local noble who forced himself into one of his powerless subjects. Her poor mother died when she was born, leading her to be sent to a local orphanage. At her early years, she had already manifested her affinity for the extremely rare force magic, leading her to be ostracized by her friends since in those days magic was something scary and odd to the common folk. When she was twelve, she learned about who her father was. At that time, her father had succeeded her grandfather to be the local lord. His excessive spending had led his house into a financial ruin, and he compensated with unfairly taxing her village, to the point of starvation. One fateful day, he visited the orphanage. There, he forced the owner to pay his due taxes with force, kicking the poor old man to the ground when he said they had no more money left. And then, when he laid hand on one of the older orphans, he said to the old man that he would take her as a replacement for his tax. The poor girl was dragged to his carriage screaming and kicking. Here, Ilia exploded at the display of injustice in front of her. With her magic, she controlled the guards' swords and made them stab their owners and her father. They all died that day. Of course, she couldn't live in the orphanage any longer after doing such a crime so she left the village. She travelled around aimlessly, not knowing where to go and what to do. She became an even bigger criminal with a bounty on her head after she killed more cruel and evil people with her ability. But eventually, the mages heard of her. And they came to her and explained everything about her power and offered her to go with them to their abode to learn its mastery. And she accepted.

She grew into a powerful mage. But unlike the other mages, who had accepted a life of isolation free from the rest of the world, she couldn't forget the terrible state of the human world. After becoming the leader of the mages in her 100-year of age, the previous one choosing her as his successor, she declared war on the corrupt human world. It didn't take much until all kings and queens on the world bowed down to the mages, thanks to the superior magical weaponry and ability her kind possesses and the fractured state of the non-magicians. Her one world magocracy had become reality. She then declares that all mages shall use their power for the benefit of everyone, and not just themselves.

The world soon transformed into a new era, where magicians freely mingled with the non-mages. The quality of life became much higher thanks to the magic freely shared amongst the populace. People who scorned and hated the mages for taking over soon was won over. And now, it was 200 years later and the magocracy was still going strong. And Illia still travelled amongst the masses, making sure that her subordinates didn't abuse their authority. Only a handful of people knew who she really was so most people only knew her as the kind-hearted traveller mage.

Class:
Archmage.

The symbol on her left hand is a complex magic circle.

Gift:
Telepathy. She could now converse to others without speaking. The other side can also respond as long as she hasn't closed the line, so to speak. Has a quite large radius.

Natural Powers:
1. Telekinesis
As a force mage, she could move objects without touching them. The heavier the object the harder it would be for her to move them, so with sufficient brute force, you could resist her spell. Has a radius of ten feet in a circle around her.
2. Barrier
Another application of her force magic was a barrier that repelled anything, even other magic. But once again, they are limits to its strength and like the above, it uses up her mana. The stronger the attack, the more mana it drains.

Her two ability can only be used at maximum strength with her staff. Without it, she cannot cast Barrier and her telekinesis only has a radius of five feet with its strength reduced.

Talents:
She is pretty good at sewing and cooking. She can also speak all the language in her world. And she is extremely knowledgeable in all things magical in nature. She's also able to make magical items if the necessary ingredients are available.

Weaknesses:
She has a weak physical strength and endurance. If she runs, she will be out of breath near instantly.

Other:
Secretly wish she can have a husband. 300 years of living and she's still a maiden.

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The clockwork human Sieve was trading ranged attacks with instantly lost interest and began to bolt away, leaving the proud doctor to feel a little down. He had managed to celebrate his heritage by burning things that he didn't like, and even developed a firm grasp on wind magicks! Still, it felt odd being around such competent teammates. His old squadmates would wrap their used teabags in his ribcage and would blindly send him to scout ahead, so having the robots imply that he wasn't the most eye-catching or expendable member of the team felt bizarre. The only option available was to adapt to the situation at hand, or in other words, chase the creature down.

The gliding skeleton made his way to the machine's whereabouts, his spectral movements halted by the spiderwoman's warning about defeating their foes. He quickly gazed around and was surprised at what he saw. The marked ones around him were shielding eachother, stealing weapons and fighting viciously. Sieve knew that they were to be a team from now on, but it was at this moment that the idea finally settled in his skull. The gray machina called out the sensible strategy of incapacitating their enemies, which would be difficult for a magician.

His target lay on the floor like a cockroach before dragging itself back up, after having been struck by one of its allies own weapons. As the struggling machine tried to click back into place, Sieve began to make grappling motions with his left hand, like crushing a ball of paper. The force in his fist began to fight back at being pressed so tightly, and the skeleton responded by only inhaling more air. This ball of wind would have to be as accurate as possible. Sieve carefully stretched his bones and launched the orb in a straight line at his opponent's left arm, hoping to amputate it. After this the skeleton glided in a half-circle around the robot, preparing an identical attack at his other limb.

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Aleksander Slavik

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Aleksander made no movement for the scrolls as several others did. He feared not what secrets some scrap of paper would reveal. His generally grumpy mood, however, perked up a bit when they headed back into the cavern. Any encounter in there would be better than standing around when he is so eager to leave. The next room held another field similar to the first, but lined with several walls and structures. Out of an interior room came several inorganic entities, hostile as told by the recording. Aleksander was happy to find another fight so soon, for what is a soldier without an enemy to kill?

Stepping back for a moment behind cover to consider his tactical options, he saw some of the others charge headfirst into combat foolishly but at least seemed capable of staying alive. The mage appeared to be capable of taking the brunt of the attacks with some kind of barrier, but Aleksander reasoned the strength of it would soon wane so he opted to take care of the two attempting to bash the barrier down.

Deciding on an angle that looked good, he briefly fired a burst of flames that arched over his cover, over the barrier and wrapped around the machines. While titanium has a far higher melting point than flesh, not even it could withstand the intense heat generated by Aleksander's Liquid-Tiberium flamethrower. The machines would need to choose whether to continue their assault and perish or retreat and douse the flames.

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Evfimiia Serdiatnitskiia

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Having had no real ability to actually fight anything, much less these things throwing deadly bolts everywhere, Miia scrambled to the small building Rafael cleared. There was no way she was about to jump in whatever was happening right now; all she could do was give them information on things.

Several sharp snaps of those bolts came again, causing her to flinch, even if she was relatively safe inside the building.With the flow of battle being solely decided by those combat experienced people, she started to rummage around the boxes in the room. With neat precision, she pulled out a few unknown items, arranging them neatly on the ground before realizing they would be better off in the box if they win.

She pulled out an object that had the shape of a fehu rune. From its semblance to the rune, she surmised that it might be a charm for wealth or fortune. It had a strange shape for a rune, with a sort of a ring and a protuberance poking out inside the ring. Its body was a steely black, with a strange hole in one end of it's branch. As her hand glowed again, popping out another scroll from thin air, she held it gingerly in one hand before pulling on the small stick inside the ring.

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The stripped robot saw It's target attempt to grab it's weapon, and unlike the first robot that had been too slow, they were just fast enough now to barely avoid such attacks. It leaped upwards nearly hitting the ceiling and fired a a ball of green plasma, aiming to hit past Rafael's shield. As it came coming down it attempted to send an axe kick to his head as well.

The MKIII that had been shot by Mable could do nothing to stop it's arm from being severed by Sieve. In a split second the robot decided that it was more of a burden than an asset and in a swift motion it drove it's remaining hand into it's face, destroying it's self. Once again the remaining robots had a jolt go through their glass faces.

Meanwhile the robot bashing on Illia's barrier was joined by another, apparently finding her ability particularly troubling. It was then that Aleksander sent a wave of smoldering fire over them. At first they did not react, believing that the fire could not reach a high enough temperature to damage them. However their sensors quickly told them they were in danger, and they decided to move. But right as they were about to jump back the left side of the shack tore open. In less than a blink of an eye and with the crack of the sound barrier being broken they were torn in half. Past them a wall had a hole torn through it, and pass that a smoking hole was formed in the wall, which somehow sealed it's self shut.

The object Miia had found was a handheld weapon, a railgun to be exact. It's trigger had locked into place as a red light blinked on the tip of it's barrel, rending it unable to be fired at the moment.

At the same time, the robot besides the one attacking Rafael seemed to vanish only to then appear right in front on Mable. The Valiant was far too awestruck by what had just happened to react to the now ridiculous speeds it was moving at. A metallic kick was sent into her gut, sending her smashing into the wall by the entrance. Nothing was broken, but she was dazed and clearly no longer in any condition to move on her own.

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Rafael

Rafael hadn't expected to just wipe the floor with the robots like they had the linebackers. But when the robot went airborne he couldn't help but laugh. It shot at him, which was blocked by a shift of the shield arm the hissed and popped under the heat. When it tried to strike him however he leaned away and grabbed its foot with his whip-like hand. When one was in the air, without thrusters, you couldn't dodge or go anywhere. You're at your opponents mercy at that point.

Unluckily for the robot, Rafael had no mercy. With the vice-like grip on its leg Rafael started slamming the robot repeatedly into the ground. Actually making the stone floor to crack with each blow as the armored plating of the robot dented and cracked. Shifting a bit he drove the robots back against the corner of the 'shed' he had first went into. Making the metallic beings back bend in the wrong direction. The shield arm reverted to normal briefly during all this pummeling before turning into a wicked looking blade.

A flip of his wrist his transformed arm lashed out and cleaved the robots legs off. When it landed the blade was there cutting off one of the arms, leaving the robot with a single arm. Even with the boosts from the other dead bots it probably wouldn't have the speed to avoid that last limb being removed. A kick and the wiggling torso and head were moved out of sight as the mutant turned his attention to the group. He got to see Mable fly into the wall from a kick of the last functional robot. "Ah hell..." He muttered before moving in to help with the final one.

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As Illia stood inside her barrier, weathering the attacks the robots were firing at her, she heard the shouting of Evfimilia, saying that the robots would get stronger if their brethrens were taken on.

Great, as if they weren't troublesome enough already. She supposed the most efficient way would be to defeat them all at the same time, but that plan flew out of the window when Rafael defeated one of them. He did have the idea of ripping off their limbs first however, which Steve immediately did with his wind powers. However, the robot decided to commit suicide afterwards, rendering the whole thing moot.

Clever automatons, they are...

Illia then was rescued by the arrival of Aleksander, who burned the robots firing at her. At first, she thought his fire wouldn't be hot enough, but apparently, that wasn't the case as the robots decided to retreat. But before they could, something suddenly hit them so hard that they were torn in half by the impact. Illia looked to where the attack came from and saw Mila holding some sort of weapon in her hand. She must have been the one to do that, she thought.

That attack... I don't think I could stop it with my barrier... that weapon was dangerous indeed...

Soon after however, Mila was attacked by another robot who suddenly appeared before her, knocking her down to the ground. Illia could tell that it had gained considerable boost in power and speed. She looked at the weapon Mila was holding, now free on the ground as well. She had to use that.

Quickly, she used her power to snatch the weapon away from the robot. The gun now floated in front of her. She aimed it at where the robot was. However, she couldn't pull the trigger. Forcing it seemed like a bad idea as it might break the weapon. She wondered if it needed to recover from the previous attack, seeing the red light on the tip of its barrel.

For now, she would keep it safe with her, inside her barrier.

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