[System]
Nickname
Killstreak
Sex
Female
Age
17
Appearance

Ethnic
Japanese/American
Personality
Mana is very serious most of the time, not necessarily showing much interest to the world around her, you need to earn her trust by doing the craziest of things. She is very cautious on her surroundings and who is around her, she feels most of the time as if though she could be spied on, or that she can be betrayed easily. She can be kind of slack as well, but in the meantime she is a great fighter using her knuckled knives. She has never had any romantic encounters, but she will become your bad ass girlfriend if you can make yourself important to her.
Background/History
Mana was born in the city of Yokohama, Japan. When she was born she was left to die in a violent fire, both of her biological parents had left her to escape the disaster that was running amok. She was then saved by her current mother, who bravely went into the fire to drag Mana out of it, she was then in the popular city of Tokyo. She grew up with just her mother, and had grown to take care of her and trust her, the two of them were to mother and daughter duo you always wanted. When Mana was 14 years old, her mother was attacked in her own home and was slaughtered by two men in suits, they said that they were looking for Mana in the first place. Mana then attacked the two of them but didn't succeed in fighting against them, she was taken into a car and went back to her biological parents. Her family was extremely rich, spoiled, selfish and just downright embarrassing to the community. She was forced to wear skirts and dresses, but in her spare time she would always be in her hoodie and practice fighting with her knuckled knives that she stole from the family home. She was a student at school before Aurora came along and ruined the life of humans.
Goal/Desires
Mana would do anything to keep her loved ones safe.
Powers
(Eventually Gain) Nightglare - Mana is able to see in the dark after activating, but she is only able to use her Nightglare for about 1 hour before she has a delay of 2 hours without it.
(Start Off With) Shadows - Mana is able to turn into a shadow and use dark magic to her manipulation, this makes her a reliable and master assassin for the humans.
(Eventually Gain) Illusions - Mana can cast simple illusions.
Equipment/Inventory
Knuckled Knives
Hoodie
Bandages
Quote
"The greatest and most powerful revolutions often start very quietly, hidden in the shadows. Remember that."
Theme Song

[User]
Floating eyes, there were floating eyes now! Just where the hell was he? 'I never heard about anything like this before, just what is going on!? Why are they looking for us, we didn't do anything. Or at least I know I didn't do anything. They can't be working for the men from the mines, because I don't recognize any of this. So why?' As good as these questions were, Joel didn't have time to think on them, as the strange humanoids were moving faster in his direction if the sounds that had started around the time the eye appeared were any indication. Joel didn't have any problems avoiding them before, but now that they knew where he was, it was completely different. 'I can't give up. Not when I'm so close!'

The castle was within sight now, and with it safety...probably. However with the strange creatures aware of his location, he didn't have time to stop and think, or to catch his breath, he had to move. There was no longer any point in stealth, all he needed was speed. With just one of those strange things between him and his goal, he sprinted towards it, his entire body feeling like it was burning from overexertion. When the thing tried to grab him, he dove to it's side and rolled back to his feet. Now there was nothing left in his way, but there were a lot of things behind him that wanted him, so he still couldn't rest. Calling up upon the last stores of strength he had inside of him, he forced his body to move forward as he ran to the castle door. He pushed open the door and crumbled to the floor in a heap, panting and coughing. He was a mess...but he made it.

[Assistant]
Kael'valtar, The City of Soaring Hopes

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As Darius continued to push through the crowds, the Sentinels didn't even notice him. That was good. He could advance with little worry, even if his travelling was a little on the slow side of things. There were too many people in the way, and while they shielded him well, he was beginning to tire of all this stealthing. The castle was already in sight, and hopefully, that meant that he could just sprint for it soon.

Then, suddenly, something that looked like an eye practically popped up right in front of him. Darius skidded to a stop, looking back at the Watcher. He was unsure of what to make of it…until the Sentinels suddenly began to make their moves, converging onto his location. The brunette glared and punched that flying eye monster…only for his fist to phase through and for him to release a string of curses to that elf-mage. Bastard was literally sabotaging the trial, huh? And in such a crowded location, his 'stealth' was finally working against him.

Pushing his way through disgruntled non-humans, Darius broke off into a dash as soon as he made it out of the meandering marketplace. The Sentinels were, despite their impressive armor, much faster than he is, and it didn't help that the Watchers never lost sight of the young man. The castle gates were getting closer though, even as his legs screamed for him to stop. He was hoping that the Sentinels wouldn't get to him before then, and that they couldn't intrude on castle property or whatever. If he could get in there, he'll be safe.

Then, his mind screamed at him to stop as well.

For one of the others had reached the castle before him, and now, the Sentinels that chased that person was turning around to go after him.

"SHIT!"

Darius ignored his fears and doubts, running headlong even harder, his bare feet pounding painfully against the uneven floor. They were definitely getting blisters. Probably getting cuts as well. That fucking elf shit better heal him up and get him shoes after this. Right as the Sentinel was about to embrace him with its armored arms, the boy dove to the side, grazing by the magical familiar and rolling onto the hard floor. The impact jarred his vision, but he knew the general direction he needed to run so, without missing a beat, he continued onwards, attaining safety only after smashing through the door.

He definitely had seen better days. His clothes were torn in some places, and his body was bruised all over from that reckless dive. His feet were cut and bleeding, but he could kill the pain for at least a few more minutes. Turning to the crazy drill kid, Darius stated flatly, spontaneously, "Fuck you."

Then, he fell on the floor, breathing heavily. At this point, it was probably a good idea to rest and regain his breath while the seaweed girl arrived, huh?

[User]
Being what the situation was, it would be natural to an informed observer that Shannon's phone was indeed out of range. Of course, this was not unusual in itself; not every place was within range of a cell tower or telecommunications transmitter. She raised an eyebrow as the older girl mentioned 911; she must be an American. Shannon was more perturbed though, that 'she was really far away from home.' That was incredibly vague, to say the least. But before she peppered them with questions, she introduced herself. "I'm Shannon Forsyth. Nice to meet you." Normally she'd make mention of her family or some relation for social points, but she'd realized quickly enough that connections wouldn't matter in the middle of nowhere.

Shaking her head, she replied no; all she had that was anything significant was a hunk of metal and plastic, and a clipboard with some paper on it, which she sheepishly offered in lieu of a handkerchief. With the silly formalities aside, she resumed her quest of discovery. "So… far away as in, 'I sleepwalked all the way Waterloo far', or 'somebody clocked me on the head and flew me to Williamsburg far'?" She paused for a moment, considering the absurd. "'Or I've fallen into a closet and appeared in Narnia far?'"

Conveniently enough, the appearance of a new figure did much to answer this question. She nearly jumped when the tall, slenderman-like entity appeared behind her and tapped at the phone. Rooted to the ground, she watched as the thing jumped away towards the two others after fruitlessly pressing a few icons. Despite the near jump-scare entry, it didn't seem to be immediately malicious; rather, it seemed to try to help Valair. Shannon watched incredulously as it created a glass of water out of thin air and handed it to the injured man.

"Who… are you?"

[Assistant]
@Click This
He didn't mind the small conversation that the two of them had as he simply continued to focus on keeping his breathing even and under control. Eventually the pain receded until it was bearable and with a grimace Valair forced himself to sit upright and opened his eyes slowly. A quiet hiss of discomfort at the light that seemed to bright aside, he wiped at his face again and sighed slowly when he felt the bleeding had stopped. A glance at his shirt revealed more than enough bloodstains to normally consider it ruined, but it wasn't like he could just go home and grab another from the closet. No... even if it made him look like a criminal, he would have to live with his current attire. At least he seemed to be recovering if his thoughts could wander like that.

"This ain't Kansas far," he muttered quietly as he finally looked up at the new girl who had apparently been dropped in with their group. Looked to be around the age where she would still be in school, though high school or university/college was questionable. Any further considerations were put off until a later moment when an ethereal figure behind the girl suddenly appeared to him.

It wasn't like the indistinct figure swirled into existence or anything, he simply noticed the being behind her in between a blink of the eye. His heart rate spiked, and a grimace marred his expression as the hint of panic set his headache straight back into migraine status. Yet Valair refused to drop his eyes away from this odd being that had appeared. A few moments passed as it toyed with Shannon's phone, and he could feel his heart rate begin to settle and the pain dull once again. It was certainly odd, even with its humanoid form, but he did not, almost couldn't, feel threatened by it. Its mannerisms certainly had something to do with it, but it had more to do with the fact that it seemed incomplete? Not whole? It was hard to describe and his current state of mind and body didn't make it any easier.

He flinched when the creature landed before him with nary a sound, and watched warily at first and then curiously as it manifested glass, than water, and handed it to him. He accepted it with a bit of hesitation, and drank slowly as he watched the odd being bow towards the three of them. It was a welcome relief for his sore throat, though he forced himself to move the glass away from his lips when the glass was half full. Coughing to clear his throat, even if it was a bit painful, Valair tipped his head forward in a polite bow to the creature and tried to say, as clearly as he could, "Thank you."

[User]
Mana continued sticking to the wall, making it past the Sentinel barely, but then she noticed something on the top of a roof. An eye? And it's looking directly at me? Mana thought to herself gritting her teeth, letting the hood hang over her face. But then she heard stomps coming from behind her, it was the Sentinel from before coming right at her! "This is just my luck!" Mana said as she got her knuckled knives out from her hoodies pocket, she put them on her knuckles as she held them up in defense. She seriously didn't want to die throughout this entire mess, so what she had to do was fight. At least until she gets some time to run off from the monster.

The Sentinel had ran fast towards Mana, which surprised her despite the massive armor that this guy had on. She got hit in the gut with a hard punch and was sent flying back, Mana had started to cough up small amounts of blood to start off with. "Damn it... you monster!" Mana yelled out to the sentinel as he walked towards her, she had started to get up from the cold ground for an attempt to run again. But instead she was picked up by the throat and pushed against a wall, which made it hard for Mana to breathe as her eyes went wide.

"Bastard...! I won't... allow myself to die...!" Mana had yelled out to the sentinel, who did not respond, but just remained to choke Mana. Mana's grips on her knuckled knives were getting slightly weaker, so Mana closed her eyes and accepted her fate. But when she opened them she had realized that her body felt incredibly light. She realized that she was in the wall that the sentinel had choked her on, she saw that her body was darkness. It was just all pure darkness.

"Is this what he meant? What happened to my body?" Mana had said to herself, but then narrowed her eyes as she jumped out of the wall and ran up the street, her body going back to it's original form. I understand now, but now it's the time to make a strategy. Mana had thought to herself, she decided if she were tired from running on land, she would turn into her weird shadow body to recover some of her energy. The Sentinel from before continued to chase Mana, so she decided to use the quickest way for herself to get to that castle, and fast.

The Sentinels were throwing debris at her, but she would have turn into her shadow body to render their physical attack useless. Mana had arrived in the road that lead up to the castle, she could have seen the freckled boy run into the castle, but she noticed a Sentinel standing at the gate waiting for her. Mana grit her teeth as the other one from before had continued to chase her, she narrowed her eyes at the both of them as she stood there.

"Let's make you two run into each other." Mana whispered to herself as the two sentinels had ran towards her quickly, when they were close enough to her, she jumped to the side so that the two could run into each other. You can't stop such a massive weight quickly. Mana thought to herself as she ran into the castle, and then running into the room that the others were in. Her robe had been ripped at the collar and around the stomach area, she panted as she rested against one of the walls in the room. There were also bruises in her neck and stomach from the damage that she received from the sentinel.

"Those eyes. They screwed it all up." Mana panted to them all.


[System]
Recent picture of Captain Stojan Markovic (Right), and his second, Lieutenant Zlatan Milosevic (Left).
Species: Human
Faction/Unit: Rebel Alliance/412. 'Viteska' Company (Independent partisan company currently shadowing the 7th Uslam Liberators Regiment)
Location: Uslam Wilderness near Lorya
Role: Captain of 412. 'Viteska' Company of the Uslam Sector Force.

NOTE: 412. 'Viteska' Company is looking for members. Take a gander at the roles and post your character accordingly.
* 412. 'Viteska' Company [52 personnel]

	+ 1. Section

		- Captain Stojan Markovic, Commanding [Blaster Pistol]
		- Lieutenant, Executive [Blaster Pistol]
		- Staff Sergeant, Senior Enlistedman [Blaster Rifle]
		- Corporal, Radio Operator [Blaster Rifle]
		- Corporal, Combat Medic [Blaster Pistol]
		- Seven Privates [Rifle].
	+ 2. Section

		- Sergeant, Commanding [Blaster Rifle]
		- Corporal, Executive [Blaster Rifle]
		- Lance Corporal, Automatic Rifleman [Repeating Blaster]
		- Private, Assistant Automatic Rifleman [Blaster Rifle]
		- Eight Privates [Rifle].
	+ 3. Section

		- Sergeant, Commanding [Blaster Rifle]
		- Corporal, Executive [Blaster Rifle]
		- Lance Corporal, Automatic Rifleman [Repeating Blaster]
		- Private, Assistant Automatic Rifleman [Blaster Rifle]
		- Eight Privates [Rifle].
	+ 4. Section

		- Sergeant, Commanding [Blaster Rifle]
		- Corporal, Executive & Assaultman [Blaster Rifle + Launcher]
		- Lance Corporal, Heavy Machinegunner [Blaster Rifle + E-Web]
		- Private, Assistant Heavy Machinegunner [Blaster Rifle]
		- Eight Privates [Rifle].
	+ Company Victor (Vehicle) Pool

		- A-A5 Speeder Transport 'Crvena'
		- Corporal, Driver [Blaster Pistol]
		- Private, Gunner [E-Web]
		- Sergeant, Crew Chief [Blaster Rifle]
		- Capacity of 25.

[User]
Secondary Imperial Command Center

The command center was abuzz with activity, it had been ever since the resistance started. Yet before it was done in a much more controlled area from the command center at the heart of Uslam, the capital city of Lorya. But due to the cunning plan of Corvall using uslam miners to dig their way underneath outer defenses where sappers placed explosives, all essential personnel were evacuated here. Tensions were running high, the entire planet was in open revolt with imperial forces spread thin. Furthermore, the secondary ICC, was used to facility more military actions rather than administrative duties. It also didn't have the accommodations for all the additional personnel causing an overcrowding issue, yet none dared openly speak out about it having served under the colonel for awhile now.

Jasper hunched down over the holopad that showed the planet with large red blips of rebel activity. Jasper zoomed in specifically over Lorya with a large red dot, his eyes narrowed his as if own failure seemed to spit him in the face.

In the Moff's absence intelligence had revealed that the Prime Minister, and his administration were involved in rebel activity. Under Jasper's mentor, the now Grand Moff of the outer rim who introduced his own doctrine of fear. Jasper acted accordingly, he order a public execution which was screened over the holonet to the entire planet. Jasper informed the planet of what crimes the men and women had committed and the penalties for committing such acts, which was death. When the shots were first fired the planet was quiet for a mere moment. After the transmission ended reports came from all over about insurgents starting fights with imperial troopers and even from the command center in Lorya, beams of light could be seen in the distance. Jasper was slightly worried but knew of nothing which could breach the outer defense of the CC, nor did he believe the insurgents had the supplies to carry on for long. But within hours Jasper noticed the attacks continued and by the time the sappers blew the outer defense, he called an immediate evacuation of the city to the Secondary command center. All the while he sent a report to both the Moff and Grand Moff about the incidents occurring on uslam.

Now he stood here at his lowest point but didn't let that deter him. Reports had already been coming back from the more of the remote regions of the planet were beginning to fall and a report was just received that the Moff and her envoy were enroute meaning the insurgents time was numbered.

[Assistant]
Hunter Squad

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She could hear them in the distance, speedbikes of scout troopers as they made their way to analyze rebel control of Lorya, her thermal binoculars zoomed in on them as they made their way through the snowy plains of the planet. Even after the liberators took the planetary capital, the Empire was very eager to go about and get all the information they wanted. Kle lowered her binoculars and pulled up her rifle, leading her shots. The very audible sound of her rifle going off indicated her shot, and it struck true as it caught one of the scouts in the side.

Those troopers were only about 900 meters out, still in the optimal range of her rifle, and in sight enough for her to see the trooper fly off his bike only for it spin out of control and explode when it hit the ground. Kle let out a sinister laugh as she slowly began to move out of her hiding spot in the rocks. She could see the other scout leaving the area, possibly out of panic or simply wanting to draw her out, however she did see him turn around to speed back to his friend. A grave mistake as this time her bullet met his head, a more aimed shot than the last.

Cycler rifles were effective against most infantry these days as most armor was designed against blaster shots and not high velocity metal. Regardless, she moved forward, keeping her Cycler at the ready as she moved towards her prey.

As she drew near she could hear the injured scout moaning in pain and gripping his side where her round had entered. Kle then stood over him, "Imperial, your death will give me the scorekeeper's blessing, yes!" Her tone was that of a sadistic killer, which was true given she took great pleasure in the hunt. The scout raised one of his hands and pleaded, "Please don't kill me! I'm just doing my job!" However his words meant nothing to her as she pulled out her vibroknife and crouched next to him, her massive hand ripped the helmet off of him and she could hear the imperial command he was in contact with telling him to report.

"I shall make it swift, no pain," her voice stated, before her knife went through his temple to end him instantly. Kle looked over at the helmet, still hearing the commanding voice, she walked over and picked up the helmet. "Both dead, send more so that I may collect more points," she told the voice before crushing the helmet with both of her hands.

The trandoshan made her way back to her hiding spot where two of the liberators were still lying in wait like she had told them. "You're a good shot," one of them laughed, a young one, Michroy. The other, a much older man who was likely in his fifties nodded his head in agreement.

"We move back to the city. Before curious artillery hit the area, if they can," she told them before pulling out a communicator, she sent a message through to what was to be her command for the time being. "Two scouts killed, Hunter Squad reporting back to Lorya soon."

The two picked up their rifles and began to follow her through the snow to a hidden repulsor sled to make their way back to Lorya which was only a few minutes away.

[User]
Corte I
Grolsk Reserve

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Corte ejected the A280's power cell and inserted another, back pressed up against the sandbags. At least, against what little of them remained.

Her position had been eviscerated in the initial exchange, crimson bolts tearing through the meagre fortifications she and her squad had prepared. The roof they'd put up for their makeshift shelter was gone, and the occasional flake of snow fell on the open foxhole. Bodies littered the floor of the shelter. Only she and Vash were still on their feet. A third soldier, a young human male whose name Corte couldn't recall, laid on the floor, tying his leg with a tourniquet.

The Falleen peered through one of the portholes they'd dug out, face strained and dark hair matted with blood. "No visual," Vash said, lowering his carbine. Corte nodded.

"Sergeant Glaato, do you copy?" she asked, raising her wristcomm to her mouth. No response. The silence was tense. "Sergeant, come in."

"Lieutenant Adala," a rough voice responded over the sound of blasterfire, "this is Glaato."

"Report, now," she ordered.

"We're under fire. Two wounded," the Nikto replied. "Do we have orders?"

"We're following standing orders, Sergeant, hold your position," Corte answered. "I'm bringing my squad to you. Adala out."

"We're moving?" Vash asked.

"Can't stay here," Corte answered, gesturing to the squad's devastated defenses. "If we take another engagement like that we're all dead." She moved to the fallen soldier and offered her hand. He took it, and she pulled him to his feet. "What's your name, Private?"

"Josko," he answered. "Jasko Bravic."

"Private Josko Bravic, can you walk?" Corte asked.

"I think so."

"You don't really have a choice," she said grimly. "Lean on me, we need to move now."

They made their way out of the shelter and into the open, forested field of the Grolsk Reserve. With Private Josko unable to walk easily unassisted, they moved slowly. Vash took point as they moved from tree to tree, keeping as low as they could and moving as quickly as they could while in the open. Glaato's position was a kilometer or so from theirs, and they could hear the blasterfire in the distance. And then, very suddenly, it was much closer.

Violent red-orange light was joined by the crisp smell of ozone as blaster bolts flew. Josko screamed as a bolt caught him in the side. The three rebels went to ground behind a wide tree as they took fire. Corte laid Josko against the tree as Vash returned fire. The private was unresponsive. She checked his pulse, and found it perilously weak.

Cursing, she joined Vash in defending the position. The Falleen did not shoot wildly. With a blaster in hand, Vash was a predator. Each squeeze of the trigger was well-chosen, precisely timed, lethal. Corte, stock to shoulder, peered around the other side of the tree. A squad of snowtroopers, now less a few soldiers, were scrambling for cover, replying with wildly inaccurate fire in their haste.

She lined up her sights, held her breath, and squeezed the trigger.

[Assistant]
First Shot - Phase Line Alpha, Grolsk Wilderness Reserve - 4:37 AM

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As the sound of shots lingered in his ears among the newfound silence, Stojan made his move. He was in his trench, dug into the snow and connected to the First Section's, his headquarters's sections, shelter. Dug shallow but large enough for a crouching partisan to take cover in, it was inconspicuous, and seemingly that aspect had shown. The first phase line had gone off with relative success, an encroaching squad of stormtroopers eliminated by part of the 7th Uslam Liberators, the far off moans of the wounded all to remind of what losses they had taken.

The shots had come from their right, one of the other companies of the 7th. He'd known that it'd only be a matter of time before the Imperials shelled the whole grid square. And he didn't dare wait when the word was passed down the line that Phase Line Alpha was being abandoned. He snuck along his section's trench, clutching a DL-44 in his right hand, and a fusion lantern turned to the lowest output in his left. He came behind his second in command, a good friend, Lieutenant Milosevic, who sat staring idly at a manual clock by moonlight. Stojan spoke quickly but clearly, in a whisper-yell tone. "We're abandoning the phase line. Have the RTO inform the Colonel. And get a runner, I want all sections out of these trenches and to Phase Line Bravo in no more than ten minutes."

And suddenly, fire erupted far off, much further right than the last. Another engagement. Stojan took his leave from the Lieutenant, ducking into the section's shelter and stepping over bedrolls and cots strewn on the permafrost dirt, coming to his own paired with his rucksack. He expertly packed them all, slinging the rucksack with attached bedroll across his shoulder as other personnel around him did the same. As they all exited their shelter and dragged their bulky, snowsuit-clad bodies out of the trench, one of the Privates trailed behind, laying a detonator fuse into a wireless detonator. The mines that laid just under their trenches and on the roof of their shelter were armed.

They moved in columns by section through the pitch dark forest, ever wary of the far-off blaster fire as they trudged along, making idle corrections of direction with their compasses as they moved. The columns were dark, and silent, each section dragging their repulsorlift snow sleds behind them, with only the section leaders having their lanterns deployed, and not for light, only just to guide their sections.

First a pop as they trudged, thought as just a large branch cracking under the weight of trudging feet, but the ensuing flurry of red bolts proved otherwise, sailing over their heads. Repulsorlift sleds were deactivated and used as cover, the trees being cut and lit aflame for moments as falling snow snuffed the blazes. Fire from A280s and DH-17s answered, garbled encrypted speech from advancing stormtroopers putting pressure on the partisans.

Something needed to be done, and Stojan was mulling the thoughts as he was face down in the snow. He turned over, proclaiming in the native Uslam tongue. "Make a tactical withdrawal! I want the Second Section to lead, Fourth follows! First and Third, put out cover fire!" And he himself sprang to his knees, extending his DL-44 with one hand and aligning the sights.


[System]
Age: 211, to his best estimate
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 192 lbs
Race: Vampire
Birthplace: England, circa 1667 (Elizabethan era)
Short Bio: Born in the Elizabethan era and surviving into the Victorian, Vail has seen the rise and fall of two centuries' worth of dynasties—not just human, but supernatural as well. As a member of the Hygrace family, he was raised in the wealth and prestige of the most powerful vampire clan in London. His uncle, Lord Reginald Hygrace, was a respected leader, known across the nation for offering protection to any vampires who needed sanctuary from The Order of the Saints: an influential group of men and women who tracked down and killed the "demons" for a living.

For nearly a century, Reginald's efforts kept both his family and the rest of the vampires safe. However, around the year 1750, he made the mistake of taking in a man named Lord Elias Wynter. At a glance, Elias seemed like just another refugee seeking sanctuary with the Hygrace family, but in truth, he sought to overthrow the ruling dynasty completely.

Unbeknownst to the Hygraces, the Wynters had been plotting for quite a while to take over and change the way that vampires lived in England altogether. They believed that as "superior beings," they should fight back against humans instead of hiding from them in fear. They saw the Hygraces were weak and cowardly, unfit to lead their kind, and so started a rebellion.

When he commenced his attack, Elias managed to kill Reginald, but his attempt to finish off the rest of the oldest generation was cut short by his victim's younger brother—Vail's father—Peter, who went on to take over as the leader of the Hygrace clan in his sibling's stead. Unfortunately, the Wynter family refused to give up after just one defeat and has continued to fight for power against the ruling dynasty ever since.

For Vail, the following century of his life was spent predominantly in hiding. As the son of the most powerful vampire in England, he had to look out not only for members of the Saints but the Wynters as well. With such a large target on his back, he learned how to fight and wield a gun in order to protect himself. Both skills have saved his life since.

Of course, he can't spend all his time in seclusion without going stir crazy, so he finds time to attend parties and other large gatherings put on by other aristocrats in London to get out of the Hygrace manor on occasion.

[User]
Vail was learning quickly that the Moncourier clan was much more brazen than most of the vampires he'd gotten to know in his lifetime. Comparatively, only Sylvia was as loose with her tongue around people she didn't know well, and even she was careful not to offend. His own family was usually quieter and less involved in each other's personal lives. It was a change that he wasn't sure how he felt about yet, since he wasn't used to other people knowing about and commenting on his relationships, but at least it was better than the scorn he'd received from his parents. If giving up a little privacy meant they would have some support from the French clan, then he could put up with the occasional cheeky comments from Francois and James.

As he left the lounge and walked to the bedroom with Victoria, he quirked a brow at her remark about Sylvia. "'Wise' isn't a word I would have expected to hear you use to describe her. Now I'm very curious to know what it was that she said to you during your talk." Despite his frequent jokes at his old friend's expense, he knew that Sylvia could be a gifted advisor. She'd counseled him on more than one occasion, even when she'd learned that he'd fallen for someone that his father didn't approve of. The Macey heiress with bold and level-headed, but he didn't know what Victoria would have asked her about that required her advice. Apparently she wasn't going to tell him either, because she was quick to chase her first comment with a question that changed the subject.

"No, but I am a little worried that she told you more than she should have," he returned her smile, enchanted as always by the way her lips pulled upward and brightened her face. It was good to see her so expressive after a week of lifelessness.

Following her into the bedroom, he closed the door behind him and began unfastening the top buttons of his shirt. In a week of veritable isolation, he'd reverted back to his nocturnal rhythm and was usually wide awake at night, but he cared more about making up for lost time with Victoria than he did about keeping himself entertained with activities until dawn. Even if she spent the entire night sleeping, he planned to stay by her side, dozing or perhaps reading a book by candlelight so she wouldn't be alone.

"Of course," he said when she asked for his help untying her corset. Abandoning his partial work of unbuttoning his shirt, he stepped over to her and loosened the straps at her shoulder blades. As the dress came away from her body, his hazel eyes slid over her ivory skin. If it was possible, she seemed even more flawless than she had been when she was a human, and he couldn't help but trail his fingers over her smooth hips. During their time together, he'd grown addicted to more than just the taste of her blood. Although they were not yet married, he was also hooked on the sight of her bare body and the sweetness of her pheromones.

"I must say I agree with your mother," he said softly, taking a step closer to hover by her ear while he wrapped his arms around her midriff. "Becoming a vampire suits you, Victoria."

[Assistant]
Victoria chuckled at Vail's quip about Sylvia not being considered wise. "Don't be so paranoid. Nothing bad was said about you." She explained as he helped her out of her dress. She didn't feel as cold from the colder air as the fabric came away from her skin. "I was just curious about the female vampire breeding cycle and what to expect. After all, I wouldn't want to have any surprises in the future. Well…not until I'm married at least…" She mused playfully. Then thoughts about a wedding crossed her mind. How his father would not give them his blessing to wed. That was even if Vail wanted to, he had many other things to think about.

Even though they were unmarried, they had shared a lover's embrace for a while now and had sinned with the matters of the flesh. She didn't really let that affect her faith. She knew it felt right and it was because she loved him so she felt like they didn't have to justify being wed in order to make love. "We also spoke abo-…" she was cut off the moment his fingers traced her curves. Her body still reacted the same way as when he had first touched her.

She exhaled deeply and enjoyed his voice near her ear and arms around her waist. His voice always sent tingles down her spine. His hands no longer felt as icy cold now that her body was the same temperature as his. She leaned her bare back into his torso and her head against his shoulder, sinking further into his embrace. She found him irresistible still. "You really think so?" She smiled warmly as he complimented her new vampiric form. "How do you feel now you can no longer drink my blood?" She enquired curiously and nuzzled the top of her head underneath his chin.

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"I see," Vail mused contemplatively when Victoria finally confessed what she and Sylvia had been talking about. It was a valid thing to be concerned about, and even he had no idea what a breeding cycle would be like for a human-turned-vampire. He knew enough about females of his own born kind to consider himself at least decently educated, but he didn't want to assume that his lover would operate the same way when he had no evidence to back it up. The tome he'd left in London would be a valuable asset to them if James was able to find it and bring it north. With any luck, it would contain some of the answers they were looking for within its many pages.

At the mention of marriage, he planted a kiss on her cheek. "That shouldn't be a hang up for much longer," he murmured in her ear. Despite his parents' lack of approval, he knew what he wanted, and he wasn't going to allow them to be the reason he didn't propose to the Crest heiress. He was still planning to speak with them in one last effort to change their minds, since he did desire their support, but ultimately, it was his decision to choose who he would marry. Plus, he already had her family's consent. Her mother had made it clear that she just wanted her daughter to be happy, and even her estranged relatives were obviously in favor of their union. They weren't on an island of their own without anyone on their side, so he felt confident in his intention to ask her to be his wife as soon as the timing felt right.

Addicted to the way she responded to his machinations, a smile formed on Vail's lips when Victoria leaned into his chest. "It's a relief," he answered her question honestly, idly exploring her bare body by touch while he spoke. "I enjoyed drinking your blood, but I enjoy you more for your company. Now that I'm not distracted by the urge to bite you, I can focus on all the aspects I like the most…" With the sultry remark, he swept an arm behind her knees to pick her up and carry her over to the bed. There was a part of him that knew he was going to miss the effects of her blood when he came down from the high of draining her completely one week ago, but until the withdrawal hit, he was glad that he could be with her without the nagging desire to sink his fangs into her neck. For now, he only cared about celebrating the fact that she'd come back to him from death.

Laying her down, he hovered over her and pressed his lips to hers, eager to take advantage of the fact that they were finally alone. He'd been waiting for most of the evening to have her to himself, and he wasted no time unfastening the rest of the buttons on his shirt and tossing the garment onto the floor.

[Assistant]
Victoria swooned in Vail's arms as he kissed and caressed her body. Even though she was now a vampire herself, this man still had the power of seduction over her. She smiled as he kissed her cheek and reassured her that she wouldn't have to wait too long for the subject of marriage to crop up more seriously. It gave her hope for their future. Maybe he could still get through to his parents? If they could only see how happier she made their son.

But now was not the time to worry about such issues, not when they were finally alone together after Victoria had come back from the dead. Leaving her mortal life behind. She had a long life with Vail to look forward to. She was glad he was honest about her blood no longer being a distraction. She was concerned, in part, that Vail only wanted her for her blood. However, with that worry set aside, she felt a wave of relief wash over her. She loved the way he explored her body as if he had really missed her.

His sultry remark only emboldened her to tease him back. "Oh? And what aspects of me do you like the most, Vail?" She mused playfully as he picked her up and carried her bridal style to the bed. A four-poster bed with purple drapery surrounding it. As he hovered over her and planted his lips upon hers, her hand swept to the back of his head and ruffled through his blonde hair. She kissed him back passionately as he unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside. Finally, skin to skin again and eager to show each other love.

As they broke the kiss for air, she smirked up at him. "You do know it is frowned upon to have sex before marriage?" She teased and pulled his head back down so he could meet her lips once more. She didn't care much for tradition right now though, she had missed him whilst she slept and revelled in the fact it was a miracle that she was even here. And she intended to enjoy her new found life with the man she loved.

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"There are so many, it may be easier if I just show you," Vail replied coyly. Leaning into her on the bed, he deepened the kiss between them when he felt Victoria tangle her fingers in his hair. They had kissed plenty of times before, but this time, the feeling of her lips pressed against his stirred electricity inside of him as if it was the very first. After the talking they had done since she had woken up, it had really started to hit him that she was his—not just for the span of a mortal life, but for as long as they both lived. Relishing that knowledge, he wrapped an arm around her back to pull her into his chest, just as possessive of her as he had been when she was his prey.

When they broke the kiss, he let out his breath slowly, meeting her violet eyes in the lamplight. "It's less so among our kind," he whispered to her with a slight smile. There was still a bit of a stigma against intimacy outside of wedlock, even among vampires, but it was generally not frowned upon as much as it was by humans. His people were immortal, and not all of them chose to live a life of monogamy for centuries. The majority did, but they were slower to commit themselves on average and spent more time having casual encounters before they settled down with just one partner. Since the process wasn't as rushed, only the most traditional clans reprimanded their members for sleeping together when they weren't in a covenant union.

He studied the low light reflected in her eyes for just a second longer before she pulled him back in, and he closed his own eyes to focus on the other senses that lit up whenever they entangled themselves in bed. The events that followed were heated and heady. Counting the days before Victoria had been turned into a vampire fledgling, it had been a while since the last time they'd indulged in their sinful pleasures of the flesh, and he'd been pining for the sensation of her skin beneath his fingertips for far too long.

When the whirlwind had passed, Vail laid beside Victoria with the bedsheets drawn over their naked bodies, stroking her arm gently with one hand and holding her close with the other. The aftermath had left him tired, and he'd closed his eyes to rest while they laid together in post coital bliss. "I don't usually sleep at night as of late, but I could doze off here for a bit," he murmured, touching a tender kiss to her cheek. "It's good to have you back, my love."


[System]
Age
27
Race
Redguard
Height
5'11
Eye Color
Right eye green, left eye brown
Main Class
Mage, Schools of Conjuration and Destruction favored, but knows a bit of Alteration.
Secondary Class
Warrior
Weapons
Two highly adorned ebony daggers
Armor
Robes of Major Conjuration
Clothes
Red and black coat lined with fur, black leather gloves that match his stylish boots. He insists on hiding the ugly mage robes.
Shout You Will Learn
Become Ethereal

Biography
Jarett was born to a noble couple in the kingdom of Elinhir in Hammerfell. He was the fourth child and third boy to be born into his family. As a child, Jarett was considered weak and fragile with no future in fighting or wielding a weapon. He was nothing like his older brothers that showed promising signs of being great warriors like his father. Instead, Jarett stayed indoors enjoying the company of his mother, a prominent member of the Blackcaster Mages Guild. He learned from her what he could from her before she passed while giving birth to his sister. After that, his father became distant and cold to everyone in the family except his sister. Jarett saw no reason to continue to stay in a family where he was ignored so he took what he could carry in his back(and quite a bit of coin) and traveled around Hammerfell for a few years where he sought adventure and a purpose. Jarett thought it was the will of his ancestor that led him to Skyrim or maybe it was the need for change. He's not too sure.
Marital Status
Single
Relationships
-working on

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Name
Keldan
Age
75
Race
Altmer
Height
6'4
Eye color
Bright Blue
Main Class
Archer
Secondary Class
Mage (Alteration and Illusion)
Weapons
Ebony Bow, Glass Daggers(2)
Armor
Leather Armor, covered by a dark blue cloak with furs.
Clothes
Has blue a blue blouse, black trousers, and leather boots.
Shout Will Wearn
Marked For Death
Biography
"My father wanted a boy." Keldan always say when people ask why her name sounds fitting for a man. Keldan was born to a noble family back in the Summerset Isles. Although her father wanted a boy, he grew to love and cherish Keldan. She was the only child of the family until she was 25, so she was spoiled with all the gifts her parents could buy her. She was a happy child. At the young age of 27 she joined a passing merchant party to travel around Tamriel and learn more about the world outside of the Isles. Her parents, a bit nervous at first, agreed to her determination to explore and learn.
When she came to Skyrim, at the age of 70, she enlisted in the college of bards in Solitude. She had stayed there for a while now, learning what she can and meeting interesting people that pass through the city.
Marital Status
Single, had a fling with Lisette when she first got to Solitude.
Relationships
Best friends with Lisette and a few more student bards, friends with Corpulus, has a weird relationship with Vittoria Vici, she gets long with Corpulus pretty good and other shop owners. Dislikes most of the people from the Bard's college.

[User]
Alit looked down at the pipe, waving her hand. "No. No. It looks pretty, though," she said, then brought her hand up and pointed to her left temple, just next to the pale eye, "Alcohol and smoke give me bad migraines." Still, she took a seat at a free barstool. She focused on other things for the moment, most prominently the Orc that just started raving. Was she trying to flirt with the bard or something? Alit wasn't good at that sort of thing either, but at least she knew when to give up. Unless...

She leaned forward a little, peering past Velan and Jarett to see the Orc, noting that she was dressed suspiciously similar to some of the thieves she's seen around Skyrim a few times. But whatever. Alit decided to just watch and listen as subtly as possible, finding herself curious.

[Assistant] Velan couldn't help but feel disappointed Alit could not know of the weight behind him offering his pipe so he did not blame her but shame washed over the Bosmer. without a response. Velan hid his face behind the pint of mead that he was drinking different thoughts began to pour in and he found himself looking at the Altmer and Orc. the Orc was in the midst of making a fool of herself. Well at least i am not the only fool here he thought Velan looked over the Bard once more his mood was shifting and this one woman was like a vortex which tugged at deep seeded feelings of remorse and malice. He fought the feelings down once more Velan leaned back in his stool and turned his attention to the bar keeping an ear out for news but in a clearly distracted state of mind.

[User]
Jarett

Jarett took another swig of the mead before putting it down and turning to look at Alit. "Nothing. Corpulus has no information. The Harbinger is a sneaky person, so we must be asking the wrong people. We can ask some thieves around the city, but I wouldn't know how to find them. We can always post something on the city's board," He shrugged and took another swig. "Offer up a reward for any good information. People do anything for gold."

He heard the orc woman boasting to the Altmer bard. If what she was saying true it was rather impressive. The woman did look like she would be able to handle herself in a fight. They could use someone like that in their group. He listened in closer. "Ah." He chuckled softly and looked at Alit, saying under his breath to her. "Looks like someone is either trying to impress that beautiful bard or impress our little group."

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Keldan

Keldan's lips tugged back. It was clear to her what Maira was here for, and she was trying to do. So she leaned forward and placed a hand on the other woman's shoulder. "Oh! That is very impressive, Maira," her hand moved down the muscled biceps, her fingers gingerly caressing the curves. "It must have been a very challenging fight. It's very impressive that you took about ten bandits all by yourself." She wondered if what Maira was telling her and the people behind her was true. If it was, that was really impressive.

She leaned in close enough to feel Maira's breath on her cheek. "If we are trading stories like this why don't I share one too?" She smiled playfully as her hand moved up again the orc's arm. "Before coming here, I stayed in Markath for a bit. I had a bit of trouble in there because they don't like my kind much." She leaned back again, smile ever present and her voice high enough for the gathering group behind her to hear. "Got in a fight with some unruly patrons in the tavern there. The barkeep had a bow pointed at me, and two men had daggers drawn. One of the barmaids had ran out to call the guards of the city," Keldan tucked a few strands over hair behind her ear with her free hand. "By the time the guards arrived the three men laid in the middle of the tavern unmoving, and I sat on the bar. As soon as the guards came in, one by one I shot them dead with the barkeeper's bow until they piled on the door."

"Last time ya said that the men in the tavern just stood there." Corpulus chimed in.

"Same difference. I got paralyzed them, killed the guards, and got away before more came." Keldan rolled her eyes and poked Maira's nose with her index finger. "I would love to hear more stories about you, hun, just like the little group behind me would." She looked at the reflection of the people behind her from the silver-glass mirror that hung on the wall behind Corpulus. She turned to look at Alit and Jarett before winking at them. "You took the attention of this lovely woman away from me. What do you have to say?"

"Such shame!" The Redguard said as he put a hand over his chest. "We didn't intend to! You are such a lovely woman, miss, and powerful too. Just like Maira, was it? And you're Keldan?" It seemed like he had keen ears. Then again, the two women hadn't been quiet about their conversation.

"My name is Keldan, and this is indeed Maira." The Altmer stood up and stood next to Maira, leaning against her ever so slightly. "Now, why would such a skilled mercenery would want your attention?" One of her eyebrows raised as her eyes drifted to the smaller Mer. A Bosmer. How cute. Keldan thought before winking at the man. "Sorry, sir, I got my eyes on this one." She motioned to the woman next to her. "I'm not up for grabs." She could tell the distaste the Bosmer man had for her, and she was going to have fun with him.

[Assistant]
Velan had been in his own thoughts before the Altmer began to talk to the group he was doing his best to ignore her Gods save me he thought before turning his attention to Keldan. His demeanor was visibly irritated a fiery look shot back at her.

"You are mistaken i do not have eyes for your kind woman, as for Maria i was keeping an eye out as the rest of my party were." Velan answered in a tone mostly unheard of by Velan for the most part he was quiet or easygoing but he was an Elf of passion and his gut burned with anger. " one such as you is below the use of a weapon of such finesse and skill the bow is the soul of my people a people stuck at the bottom of the boot of the Thalmor." Velan declared back he made his point known and was content in his words Velan rubbed his index finger down the the string of his bow in a slow and methodical manner as he looked straight to Keldan. For a split second silence seemed to fill the Tavern.

[User]
Alit looked between the four of them before breaking her own silence. "Well I know I'd rather not get kicked out immediately," she shifted in her seat to better face them, "And I know I approve of building up a little army to search for our Harbinger. Less subtle, but power in numbers and all that." Out of the corner of her good eye, she could see Haskell approaching. He had been watching, of course, and he was visibly amused.

"Let's keep it friendly here, yeah?" Haskell said, "I mean, we've got no reason to say that this bard here has anything to do with the Thalmor, apart from looking like 'em. Unless she's got a set of those fancy elven robes stashed somewhere."

[Assistant]
The orc woman shivered at Keldan's touch, letting out a the most unattractive titter known to man and mer. Seems like the wine wasnt enough to prepare her for this after all. "Oh yeah. Didnt break a sweat. Though they lack coordination, which helped me to my advantage." Maira remembered the drunk staggering fools who couldnt even tell their right foot from left, running around like chickens. It might have been the morning after their merry making that they decided to rob some random traveler in the streets. Maira could only nod her head at Keldan's words, freezing and turning red at their whole encounter. She could only understand much of what the woman was saying at that point, as Maira was just bewitched by her. But she understood enough that Keldan is not just some pretty faced bard, which Maira took a mental note of.

But the moment Keldan turned to the group behind her, the jig was up. Maira shrunk in her seat as Keldan confronted the group.
"Oh, uh, what are you talking about?" She smiled nervously, but suddenly realised that she already know, right from the start. THer was a brewing vile tension between the bard and this angry Velan fellow.

"I agree with your dunmer friend" she tilted her head towards Alit "Wy dont we all take a deep breath and have another refill whilst we start over with our formalities yes?" she placed a hand over Keldan's arm, hoping to calm her down. "Who knows we might all get along, and maybe, I dont know decide to form a merry band together?" Maira followed up, partly out of desperation to join. Out of nowhere, the nord entered the party. He seemed to have been lurking in the shadows when the brief argument started. Maira has little interest in politics to begin with, so her knowledge of the Thalmor are limited to them being high elves and half of tamriel hate their guts.

[User]
Keldan just laughed at the false claims and insults the smaller Mer threw her way. "Such an angry little creature," She almost felt bad for the Bosmer. "Didn't anyone teach you manners, dear? It's quite rude to insult someone you've just met." She knew he didn't like Altmer like her, but accusing her of being part of the Thalmor solemnly because she was an Altmer was more than an insult. But Keldan was a polite woman. If his friends were here and if Maira hadn't placed her warm hand on her she would have thought that Bosmer boy some manners.

Jarett turned to look at Valen. "Hey, buddy, calm down. She's just an Altmer trying to get laid." He heard Keldan chuckled behind him. "I agree with Alit and Haskell. Let us keep the racial problems aside for now. Unless you are a Thalmor member." He looked back at Keldan and raised an eyebrow.

"Fuck the Thalmor and their shitty politics," Keldan replied with disgust in her voice. She took her glass and downed the Alto wine. "Corpulus, another one, please! And another around for my new friends!"

"Okay, violence everted." Jarett sighed with relief as he watched Keldan lean against Maira, her hand sliding behind her neck and around her shoulders. "Well, now that we are all calm." He glanced at Valen to make sure the Bosmer wasn't giving Keldan any more looks," We can talk now. We need Zazar here, he should be coming shortly if he doesn't find anything." It was better to have all of their memebers of the group present when welcoming more people into the group. It was clear that Valen would not trust Keldan, but she hadn't made any mention of her wanting to join them yet. Just Maira.

Keldan ignored the Redguard's words as she leaned comfortably against Maira, her free hand mindlessly playing with her hair. "So, tell us, Maira, why would you want to join these people?" She asked with a smile.


[System]
Gender: Female
Age: 24
Class: Sanctioned Psyker

Psyker Power
Divination & Telekinesis are her main fields of psychic talent, but she also possesses two other abilities such as Smite and Storm of Lightning, as well as a rudimentary form of mental communication. Does not possess any noteworthy healing abilities, and she is just as likely to send someone to the warp as she is to heal a minor scratch.

Appearance:
6.6ft tall, pale skin and snow white hair. Sturdy and heavy frame, but still retains her feminine figure despite adhering to a strict physical training regime.

The base of her outfit consist of a simple yet elastic skin tight jumpsuit in dark brown color that is capable of withstanding the vacuum of space as well as provide a decent protection against the elements, though offers little protection versus physical threats. Overlayed on top is a series of armaplas plates that form a chestguard, cuisses, knee-high boots, shoulderpads and gloves stretching back and up to her elbows where they form into a sharp point. They offer good locational protection, especially from the front, but leave her jumpsuit exposed in other places, particularly from her lower back and down to the back of her knees where her boots cover both sides of her ankles. The plates are polished to a light gray color, and almost look like silver. The surface is covered with a series of intricate design and artwork in typical imperial fashion, featuring numerous flutes and ridges across the plates, as well as a couple skull imprints. Above her armor she wears a satin blue silk cloak that hangs down from the back of her left shoulder, as well as a silk loincloth hanging from the front of her belt of similar color. Thrown sideways around her torso is a series of books and scrolls attached by chain.

Running up along the spine of her chestguard is a refractor field generator built into the plate itself, taking form of a small generator emitting a series of horizontal, blue lights up along the back of the chestplate, and shaped much like a human skeletal spine. When activated, a faint, blue and almost invisible barrier appears around her figure.

Her helmet is made out of the same material as that of her armor, and it takes the form of a gothic plated helmet, with a narrow but wide blue glass visor and a longer neck guard extending out behind her helmet. Two plastic tubes are attached to a rebreather device at the bottom mouth piece of her helmet, that stretch out on each side of her neck and down into a small, highly pressurized air tank built into the back of her chestguard.

Her boots are magnetic, and her entire suit when worn enables her to survive in space, and also provides immunity to most chemical and biological attacks. She carries enough oxygen to last for almost an hour.

Equipment:

Main Weapon: Her primary weapon is a two handed power-weapon in the form of an oversized saber with a sleek blade and an extended handle which doubles as a psyker staff, and adorned with sigils, trinkets, technological gadgets and inscriptions. She often uses her weapon in conjunction with her telekinetic powers to amplify its destructive potential.

Calisto. Plasma Pistol.

Ceremonial Dagger. In essence, just a normal albeit flashy dagger with an adorned handle. Typically only carried for show, but is sharp enough to slice through unprotected skin with ease, and small enough to be concealed without much problem.

Refractor Field. Description under Appearance.

2x Servo-Skulls: Familiars. Mostly used to store events, data, recordings and scrolls and provide reconnaissance.

Savior – Saved an influential nobleman by foreseeing his assassination, tossing him out of the way of the sniper's bullet with her telekinetic powers and into a big wedding cake instead.

Guide – Saved a band of arbiters from the underworld of a hive world during an uprising by using her powers of divination to avoid the roaming mobs and gangs and reached safety without incident. Not a single shot was fired during their escape.

Hates Surprises – Accidentally electrocuted and sent three of the arbiters she had saved above to the infirmary when they tried to surprise her with a party later. Being so used to foresee danger before it happens, she is prone to freaking out over minor surprises that eludes her farsight.

Fireteam – During an Ork incursion, she helped a fireteam of six guardsmen hold off a much larger band of orks after their sergeant was injured through using her powers of divination to guide their fire, turning what had been originally green recruits into seemingly crack shots. Any Ork that left its cover was immediately put down from long range, and when they mounted a frenzied charge together, they didn't make it more than halfway across the field to the trenches before they were wiped out by precision fire.

Warpstorm over Mordran V - Adrianne was assigned to aid the planetary imperial garrison with culling a lesser greenskin uprising, assisting local Imperial Guard and Sisters of Battle forces with the purging when a warpstorm suddenly appeared over the otherwise peaceful colony world of Mordran V. Trapped on the planet, Adrianne found herself fighting for survival alongside her imperial guard as Chaos Ships appeared in orbit, and unleashed a ferocious invasion of the planet! Though the warpstorm only lasted for two weeks, by the time it had lifted, Mordran V had been transformed from a lush, promising garden world into a lifeless, daemon-infested hellscape, with most of its original population killed except for a few imperial strongholds that managed to weather the storm. Her experience from Mordran V would change Adrianne for ever. What had been a cautious girl that had stepped onto the planet would instead emerge a seemingly reckless with little to no restraint on her powers!

Time With the Inquisitor: W.I.P.

[User]
As the Krieger spoke of Shotguns, the Arbites was just cleaning his own. Herold did it more out of habit and for something to do than boredom. All of this talk of heavy firepower made him have the...suspicion that it would be needed at some point. He had to agree with the Death Korp Trooper that if you didn't have the strength to hold a bolter (or the money) a Combat Shotgun in close quarters would solve whatever problem you had very quickly.

He had not realized that the Inquisition had gathered so many weapon enthusiasts. A sniper lascanon? He'd used a 'Longlas' in training, but never imagined why something such as that would be needed in a much bigger variant. Perhaps if some Xenos or Rebel had a particularly large organic unit far away, or he supposed a mechanical one that could have it's cockpit/power supply damaged. Herold let out a grunt, what he considered a small snort of laughter, at the fact had forgotten what it was like to be surrounded by anyone other than citizens begging for mercy or innocence.

He finished cleaning his Combat Shotgun, and began reloading it. "Are we expecting a house raid?" he asked grimly. He wasn't one to question an Inquisitor, but so far he had not seen evidence of this Inquisitor and he would like to know the reason they were to break down someone's door. Not that he had any qualms about it, but he was here to uphold the law, not abuse it, unless needed to uphold a higher Imperial truth. He finished reloaded and closed the chamber of his Combat Shotgun with an audible and intimidating 'snap.'

[Assistant]
Glancing over her left should at the retinue that sat in the back of the Rhino, Solares listened to their conversation about imperial grade weapons and their effects upon targets. Turning back to facing forward in the Rhino, Solares pulled the data-pad from the small compartment on her armor and quickly turned it on. "Do they always converse so much? You have a...unique retinue, Celestian Andromedai."
Solares glanced at Andromedai for a moment before returning her attention to the road ahead.

"You become use to it and it turns into background noise that can be easily ignored, if you choose to." Andromedai shrugged lightly before the Rhino took a sharp turn. "You are aware of the situation at hand, aren't you Solares?" asked Andromedai as their first destination came up on the Rhinos GPS.

"What kind of question is that, of course I am fully aware of the situation at hand and am fully prepared for whatever may come next." Solares motioned at the GPS and made it known to the whole retinue that they were almost at their first stop. "Listen up, we are almost at our first stop, once we pick up some additional equipment we will head to where food is currently being prepared for our arrival."

Once the Rhino came to a stop in front of the large depot, Andromedai was the first one to leave the vehicle, followed by Solares. "Take what you need from the equipment crates but don't overburden yourself." said Andromedai as she walked through the front doors.

Oddly enough, none of the guards gave the group any trouble or even made eye contact. "They must recognize our rank." thought Solares to herself as she watched them closely.

The interior of the depot was set up like a massive showroom of sorts, everywhere one looked they could find rows of armor, weapons and equipment that ranged from common to extremely rare. "I forgot how much I enjoy being here." said Andromedai in a much more light hearted tone than she usually spoke in.

"Adrianne, follow me and get that machine of yours to do the same, I will need its help carrying equipment. The rest of you follow Solares, we will all meet back up shortly."

Andromedai turned to go down the left isle while Solares went down the right, both of them expecting orders to be followed swiftly and to the letter.

(Andromedai's group.)
Once Adrianne and her machine had broken from the group, Andromedai glanced at her then returned her gaze into the distance. "Notice those Guardsmen and how they avoided us? That's abnormal, usually I get a salute and they offer to help but not this time. Odd, should question them later and find out why." The three of them were nearing the equipment Andromedai was looking for. "My rifle should be here somewhere, a modified Spectre class sniper rifle. Ah I see, up there, section C-32A, the unnamed box with the Sister of Battle crest on it, that's what I want. Would you be so kind to retrieve it for me please?"

(Solares's group.)
"Row A-54F, where are you my wonderful automatic weapons, I require your assistance once more." said Solares under her breath as the group walked. "Ah! There!" Solares exclaimed before rushing forward and grabbing onto a crate in front of her and prying it open. Carefully she pulled out two custom designed auto-pistols and examined them before attaching them to either side of her armor. "Anyone looking for some extra gear or equipment?" she asked.

Suddenly from outside of the warehouse, commotion could be heard in the distance. Gunfire erupted and the sounds of chaos followed in suite. "What is happening out there?" asked Solares followed by Andromedai. Both of them readied their weapons and quickly headed back to the front of the warehouse.

[User]
To call it a depot would be a very, very humble way of describing the... thing, that was the bizarre storage-slash-museum-maze that they were in.

As she walked with Andromedai, she could see to every direction stacks upon stacks upon stacks of crates of every design, ranging from heavy metal cases to old, half-rotted through wooden crates that seemed as if they had been lying there for a millennia or two. The gothic structure had the shelves be divided under sections beneath arched roofs that stretched more than two hundred feet up into the air, the topmost shelves being barely visible through the gloom and dim illumination of burning chandeliers and flickering bio lights that had long since been due replacement.

"If just one of these shelves fall, it'll unleash a domino effect resulting in a supply avalanche like never before seen!"

Adrianne thought to herself as she noted some ramshackle wooden plates latched onto a rusted metal stilt supporting a massive shelf filled to the brim with a dazzling array of crates and what could only seem like dust covered junk... or just dust upon dust that now looked like junk!

"My rifle should be here somewhere, a modified Spectre class sniper rifle. Ah I see, up there, section C-32A, the unnamed box with the Sister of Battle crest on it, that's what I want. Would you be so kind to retrieve it for me please?"

"Where?"

...

"Oh... "

Adrianne finally noticed the box that Andromedai had pointed out. One of the newer, non-corroded metal boxes sitting on its shelf some 102ft above the ground floor, dangling precarious halfway off the platform as it was wedged between a large piano and an old imperial guard container.

Her eyes scanned to the left and to the right, spotting a cranky, thin old wooden ladder to her left, and a rusted, mobile lift that seemed it had been abandoned for the last five centuries in the corner to her right.

"Yeeeaaaaahhhh... I think I'll take the easy option." Adrianne muttered, as she raised a plated glove to reach out towards the box. Suddenly, as if being brought by its own will, the box would pull itself out from the dangerous shelf - fortunately without causing any junk avalanches - before slowly but surely drifting down towards where Adrianne and Celestian Andromedai stood, gently manipulated by the psychic powers of the psyker as she guided it down.

"There you gooo,-!"

*BOOM*
*Crack-cack-bang!*
*Trata-tatatatata!*

Suddenly the distant sound of explosions and gunfire could be heard echoing through the forlorn halls of the ancient supply depot, as Adrianne momentarily lost focus on her kinetic control, causing the box to suddenly begin in a freefall 10 ft above them to slam with a heavy thud into the cold, stone floor, shooting dust up into the ground!

"Oooohh shi,-" Adrianne's face suddenly froze in an expression that could only be described as immediate regret, before she glanced up at Andromedai to point at the box.

"That, wasn't me! I mean... " She then pointed at the direction of the sound of gunfire.
"I mean, I didn't start that fight, which I didn't expect and... "

...

"Why is there fighting outside?"


[System]
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Female | "Aedy" | 20

 Appearance:
Standing at 5'8" with platinum blonde hair and grey eyes, Aedre looks the part of the friendly gal. A smile often hangs on her lips, and she usually dresses down rather than up, completing the casual chic look. Her hair sometimes hangs down just past her shoulders, but she mostly ties it up in a bun when she's working to keep it out of her way.

 Biography:
The child of a pair of notable Hoenn scientists specializing in evolution, Aedre's no stranger to Pokemon. Born and raised in Mossdeep City, Aedre spent her childhood with her Togepi and Fletchling, the latter who she received as an egg on her eighth birthday and the former a gift from her aunt who breeds fire Pokemon, and through her time with them, she quickly learned to love Pokemon of all types. From spending afternoons in her parents' lab at the Mossdeep Space Center to befriending the local Psychic gym leader twins, Liza and Tate, Aedre has developed a deep love for all Pokemon and the wonders that accompany life with them. It came as no surprise when Aedre expressed her desire to follow in her parent's footsteps, pursuing further education in Mauville City and dividing her time between her education and the Battle Institute Hoenn. There, she developed both an eye and intuition for working with Pokemon, discovering her desire to unravel the mysteries around Pokemon and help people better understand them, if not learn to love them.

Traveling to the Kosei Region was never really part of Aedre's plan. Her invitation to the region came in the form of an invitation from the Kraterdesh Gym Leader, Eria, who recently uncovered a Honedge within the ruins. As much misunderstanding and mystery surrounds the Pokemon—so much so that its Pokedex entry reads: "Apparently this Pokémon is born when a departed spirit inhabits a sword. It attaches itself to people and drinks their life force"—Aedre took up the call and traveled to the ruins to take ownership of the Pokemon in hopes of unraveling the mysteries around it.

 Personality:
Aedre usually comes off as the friendly type, always smiling when around others. As one who prefers intellectual wonders over the physical ones—the intangible over tangible—Aedre often seems aloof in company. Although she tries her hardest to be friendly and outgoing, she often finds herself uncomfortable and awkward around others. A true introvert, Aedre sometimes lapses into silence and prefers to think more than speak her thoughts.

 Team:
* Pasithea "Thea" ♀ — Togepi (10)

	+ Attacks: Growl, Charm, Metronome, Sweet Kiss
	+ Ability: Serene Grace
* Alitis "Little" ♂ — Fletchling (8)

	+ Attacks: Tackle, Growl, Quick Attack
	+ Ability: Gale Wings
* Unnamed ♂ — Honedge (5)

	+ Attacks: Tackle, Swords Dance, Fury Cutter
	+ Ability: No Guard

 Bag Items:
* Pokedex (with Kosei Region Map)
* Smart Phone
* Credit Card linked to a private account that houses a decent amount of money
* Poke Radar
* Collapsible Bike with two gears (third for bike ramps, fourth for muddy slopes)
* Laptop & Charger for formal work and note-keeping
* 5 Pokeballs

 Called Pokemon:
Team: Togekiss, Talonflame, Aegislash, Krookodile, Ludicolo, Klefki
Other: Porygon Z, Ferrothorn, Drampa, Mimikyu, Toxapex, Silvally

[User]
Sophia Danvers
Mesalon Pokecentre
@fer1323 @Zanavy @Dusksong

As Oscar left, Sophia glared in his direction. "You know, a little more concern and a little less stating the obvious might be appreciated," she called after him. Sure it was getting late to be dealing with these things, especially after a day as stressful as this one, but the chaos wasn't likely to let up any time soon. Not even in a peaceful place like Mesalon, it turned out.

Huffing and shaking her head, she turned to Ty. "Uh well... Nothing happened in Mesalon itself before this, but outside the town is another matter," she explained. She leaned over, picking up the distressed Gothita and hugging her in a gesture of mutual comfort. "When I said we haven't been able to catch a break, I meant it."

Pokemon Party: Gothita "Lacey" lv14, Purrloin "Grimalkin" lv13, Staryu "Arcturus" lv13, Darumaka "Lumas" lv11, Shuppet "Fantoccino" lv11, Bronzor "Clarus" lv11
Pokemon in PC:
Inventory: Pokeball x1, TM33 (Reflect), Oran Berry x3

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Amber Pine
Mesalon Pokecentre
@fer1323 @Zanavy @Dusksong

"Sophia..." Amber kept her voice calm despite the other girl's tone. "It's best not to drag anyone else into this, and with everything that's happened today, I don't blame him for needing to rest." She paused, wondering how to tactfully suggest to Sophia she should do the same. "We all should before long."

With a smile she hoped was comforting but probably looked strained, she faced the blond guy. "It's ok, there's no need to. It's just... There was an incident between here and Windshire, but everyone involved is going to be alright, and it's being looked into." The way she'd worded it to Coral seemed the best way to put it now, although there were bound to be awkward questions... as the sudden notification beep from her Pokegear reminded her.

The wail of police sirens followed, giving her no time to read her sister's message. When the car pulled up outside the building and a policewoman entered, notepad in hand, Amber gave as many details as she could.

Pokemon Party: Kabuto "Chalcedony" lv11, Yanma "Aeshna" lv9, Rockruff "Kyra" lv13, Rowlet "Tacita" lv10, Anorith "Larimar" lv12, Sableye "Almandine" lv11
Pokemon in PC:
Inventory: Pokeball x1, Potion x2, Dusk Ball x1

[Assistant]
Ty Westgrove

Mesalon Pokecenter

Ty's brows raised as the women talked about some 'incident' that seemed like it involved injuries, or at least threat of injuries. A mysterious theft, and now a dangerous action-packed scene? It sounded like Ty had found himself in the middle of a tv crime drama. As the police walked in and began speaking with the tall brown-clad woman, Ty found it hard to resist listening in. It was like watching a train wreck... deep down, he felt that it was rude to butt in on these strangers' disaster... but it was such an intriguing break from mundane life, he couldn't help himself.

"Ty Westgrove," a nurse announced from the back. "Your Pokémon are ready."

The punk trainer let out a small sigh, glad for the external reason to pry himself away from the true crime documentary.

"See ya?" Ty briefly addressed Sophia in a tone halfway between a statement and a question. He took a few steps toward the counter and then stopped in his tracks, remembering something. He briefly scanned the area and found what he was looking for: Medic the Igglybuff, gazing at the Honedge with a fearful curiosity. She sang under her breath, making up a song about the strange thing that might be a Pokémon.

"It's fine, Med," Ty sighed as he picked up the plush Pokémon. "It has a trainer. She won't let it hurt you."

Ty thanked the nurse as he picked up the pokeballs of his Scyther and Timburr and arranged a room for the night. He glanced back at his new acquaintances one last time... and the feelings of devilish curiosity came flooding back. Dang it. If he went to his room now, he'd have nothing but more time to stay awake imagining a series of outlandish situations these trainers might have gone through. Ty decided it wouldn't hurt to ask if Sophia was okay with telling him about their sick story... for the sake of his sleep quality.

"It's okay if you don't wanna talk about it," Ty addressed Sophia, vainly attempting to sound unexcited. "But what was that 'incident'? Did you and your Pokémon epically escape something dangerous? Y'know... if there's something dangerous on the road, it's best for people to know before they leave the city."

@DuskSong

[User]
Sophia Danvers
Mesalon Pokecentre

Sophia scowled. She'd gone and let on too much. Now if she told this gratingly intrigued trainer the full story, she'd just look like even more of a weakling... Plus it wasn't exactly the easiest subject to talk about. "It's nothing," she muttered, but the last part of Ty's statement kept nagging at the back of her mind. If she gave no warning, something could happen to him, and she'd gotten enough people hurt as it was.

"Ok, well it was little more than an annoyance, really," she continued. "Some whack job with an Aerodactyl decided to set it on us, for reasons best known to himself, and his henchmen followed suit with their Pokemon. Of course, we stood up to them no problem..." She paused. There, Ty had his story of their 'epic escape', but did she really want him to underestimate the danger? "Ok, maybe we had a little help. But the point is," she said, gesturing towards Amber. "Like Amber said, we're all going to be just fine. And yeah, there was talk of some shady organisation. Team Noble. If they stir up trouble again, though, we'll be ready for them."

She only realised she was shaking when Lacey squeaked in concern. "It's ok," Sophia whispered, gently rocking the Gothita like a mother with a child. "It's all going to be ok." How she wished she could promise that. If only seeing the future were one of her abilities... Then again, maybe it was for the best that it wasn't. In any case, the uncertainty surrounding the journey ahead was nothing short of terrifying. Not that she should be letting this show.

Pokemon Party: Gothita "Lacey" lv14, Purrloin "Grimalkin" lv13, Staryu "Arcturus" lv13, Darumaka "Lumas" lv11, Shuppet "Fantoccino" lv11, Bronzor "Clarus" lv11
Pokemon in PC:
Inventory: Pokeball x1, TM33 (Reflect), Oran Berry x3

[Assistant]
— Mesalon City Gym —
Aedre listened to Amber silently and with more resignation than she'd like to admit. Again, the other researcher pointed out her weakness, encouraging her to be less hard on herself, but how could she? If she failed even when she pushed herself, how could she succeed when she didn't?

When Amber brought up the other attacks, though, Aedre held her breath. So this wasn't irreparable—she still had a chance to make it right, however small that chance might seem. She had a chance to find the package, a chance to right her mistake, a chance to set herself back on the right course and not arrive home and break her mentors' trust.

"Yeah, thanks so much Lacey, Dee." The sash reaching towards her caught her eye only when she had Decus' Pokeball in hand, and she stopped, watching as Decus coiled it around her leg. The nondescript texture of texture of the cloth distracted her for a moment, but then she registered a slight tugging sensation—a tightness—but not from Decus' grasp, which was featherlight. Rather, the feeling seemed to come from under the skin, and the closest sensation she could relate it to was that of a mental nudge from a psychic-type.

"Dee?" Aedre stared at Decus, trying to read him. All information about Honedge said that their sashes drained life energy, yet Aedre felt perfectly fine, so what was he doing? Was he just… comforting her?

"Oh," Aedre breathed, her hand dropping. "Thanks, Dee."
Aedre touched the Honedge's hilt, then turned to Amber. "Yeah, let's go."

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The police showed up, which was to be expected after Amber had contacted them. Aedre was made to answer questions, as well as her friends, who fared significantly less questioning due to their not being there. Yes, a woman. Dark hair, late twenties or early thirties. A Sneasel, normal-sized and -colored. Around a third of the way from the gym to the Pokemart, where—yes—where she got the package. And yes, she was fairly sure it contained a Pokeball, because Occam's Razor: When you hear hoofbeats, think horses not zebras. Okay, so she wasn't completely sure, because no she didn't open the box, but she wasn't about to be the person calling a zebra in this situation.

And so the questioning went, needling facts from a fuzzy narrative that got clearer as Aedre recounted more—dangerous, since the mind tended to fill in gaps and believe itself, but everything made sense with the gaps filled. The police would get back to her with more information like if this female thief and Sneasel duo had been seen before, and soon after relaying some messages that were clearly rehearsed to be reassuring, they were off.

"Well, hope they find something," Aedre said with a forced smile as she returned to her friends. She'd just filed one of thousands, maybe millions, of stolen item cases, and she didn't even know what she'd lost.

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 Team:
* Pasithea "Thea" ♀ — Togepi (12)

	+ Attacks: Growl, Charm, Metronome, Sweet Kiss
	+ Ability: Serene Grace
* Alitis "Little" ♂ — Fletchling (12)

	+ Attacks: Tackle, Growl, Quick Attack
	+ Ability: Gale Wings
* Decus "Dee" ♂ — Honedge (6)

	+ Attacks: Tackle, Swords Dance, Fury Cutter
	+ Ability: No Guard

 Bag Items:
* Pokedex (with Kosei Region Map)
* Smart Phone
* Credit Card linked to a private account that houses a decent amount of money
* Poke Radar
* Collapsable Bike with two gears (third for bike ramps, fourth for muddy slopes)
* Laptop & Charger for formal work and note-keeping
* 5 Pokeballs
* Water Stone
* Dusk Stone


[System]
Age: ~30

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Canon, AU, or OC?: Canon

Universe of Origin: Devil May Cry

Personality: Dante's laid back and carefree. He's rarely phased by anything nor does he take much seriously, probably from having fought hundreds of demons over the years. That's not to say he doesn't enjoy his job, however; he always has a retort ready to rip into someone. This is a man who always has a one liner ready. Always.
Besides hunting devils, the devil hunter possesses a fondness for pizza, strawberry sundaes, and improv theater. He also has an astonishing sense of showmanship, putting on wonderful displays even when nobody is watching.
Deep down, Dante also has his father's love for humanity, and a desire to protect them; this happens to coincide with hunting demons, which he enjoyed doing anyways.
Dante also has very little income, stemming from his failure to collect pay on jobs and liberally handing out freebies, and presumably from massive amounts of property damage.

Dante has terrible luck with women.

Abilities:
Enhanced physiology - Dante's physical strength and reflexes are much higher than a normal human's, allowing him to deliver mighty blows and flip around acrobatically. He's strong enough to carry around and shoulder fire anti-material rifles.
Durable: Dante's survived impalement, electrocution, gunshot wounds to the head and wardrobe, and all manner of beatings. Judging from the Alastor scene, he has the physiology of a jelly doughnut. He's not unkillable, but it takes quite a bit to bring him down
Weapons Master - Dante has a knack for conveniently knowing how to use any Devil Arm he comes across (may or may not involve their being materialized demon souls)
Devil Trigger - The trump card, bringing out the full might of Dante's demonic power and giving him a sweet demon form. This enhances Dante's speed and attack power while also providing a slight health boost. Though its time is limited, it can give the edge in a tight spot.
SSStyle - Whatever he does, he's going to do it fabulously.

Weapons: Dante has access to a wonderful repertoire of Devil Arms and firearms, including
Rebellion - Dante's primary weapon consists of the Rebellion, an unbreakable claymore imbued with demonic power. Thanks to conflicting writing over multiple games, it is both a keepsake from his father AND a manifestation of his own powers.
Ebony and Ivory - Dante's constant companions, these are a pair of custom-built 1911s. Dante's powers magically replenish the bullets, allowing for a bottomless clip.
Coyote A - A sawed off twin-barrel shotgun. This weapon is devastating at close ranges. Don't forget to use the shotgun twitch.
Gilgamesh - A pair of rocket powered gauntlets, with buzzsaw greaves. These weapons transform Dante's hands and feet into destructive hammers.
Lucifer - This shoulder-piece can dispense spikes that can be thrown and exploded with a flourish.
Pandora - A demonic briefcase capable of turning into a variety of ranged weapons; this serves as mobile artillery.

Backstory: Okay time for a crash course on DMC lore.
Two thousand years ago, the Legendary Dark Knight Sparda sealed away the Demon King Mundus, saving humanity. Centuries later, he would go on to bear twin sons, Dante and Vergil. Around the time these twins turned eight, Sparda disappeared and their mother, Eva, was killed by demons sent by Mundus. Dante and Vergil would go their separate ways for years, gaining a strong sibling rivalry and different outlooks of life, which brings us to
DMC3: Vergil comes back and summons an ancient demon tower in an attempt to take Sparda's power. Eventually Dante, with the help of a human demon hunter named Lady, defeat Vergil, sealing him in the demon realm. Dante accepts his heritage as a son of Sparda and embraces his humanity. He also scores the Force Edge and one half of the plot amulet that can open the demon realm.
Ten-ish years pass...
DMC1: Dante is attacked by Trish, a mysterious woman who looks like his mother. She's also a lightning demon created by Mundus. She convinces him to investigate Mallet island. There, he runs into Nelo Angelo, a mysterious knight. It's later revealed that this knight is actually a mind-controlled Vergil being used by Mundus. Worse, Mundus was using the island as a base to invade the human realm. Dante seals Mundus away for until Itsuno decides to bring him back, and decides he doesn't hate Trish, giving her the awakened Sparda sword, and the magical plot amulet.
DMC the Anime: This was a slice of life about Dante babysitting; nothing vitally important happened.
DMC4: Dante sorta mentors a plucky young lad named Nero who has some yet-unexplained connection to Sparda and Vergil. He also goofs around a lot and attacks a cult devoted to Sparda. Speaking honestly, I think he may have been drunk the entire game.

This brings us back to Dante's everyday life of crippling debt, eating copious amounts of pizza, and only being friends with people who have shot and/or impaled him.
All this changed when a freak accident involving the Yamato sent Dante spiraling into a wormhole, lost in a strange and exciting new realm. With a coat on his back and his guns on his hips, Dante set out on his next big adventure, because he has nothing better to do.

Faction: UMMA

[User]
The Other Dante: Ice Moon

He blinked, staring at the man extending the bag out. "Tch... You're serious?" The two would more than likely exchange an awkward staredown for a moment before he took the bag from his hand. "Whatever. Where're we going?" He said, stepping to the man's side. He eyed the coat, the pistols the man had, how they were similar to his own. "So I'm guessing word's spread around this world about me too, huh? What're you? Some sort of weird cosplayer? You got the hair wrong, though. It's black; not white. I like the guns, though. Not exactly the models that mine are, but what can you do, yeah?" Dante spoke pretentiously and smirked. "Ten outta ten though for originality."

[Assistant]
Hazama

Hazama let out a small laugh as the Asian woman moved closer to him. She seemed to be right, at least; given how she immediately reacted upon his arrival, he may as well have found a business partner he could cooperate with. She wasn't quite like Relius, but... Well, given the circumstances, she was close enough.

"Pardon me, ma'am." he said, smoothly moving out of her grasp and bowing to her. "My name... Well, nobody really cares; they just call me Hazama. I guess you may as well."

Honey traps, like what she was trying to pull, weren't going to work on him. There was no time to give in to carnal desires during a journey of revenge, after all.

"But... I'm pretty sure this isn't your house. After all, how could someone with those fancy clothes live in a house that isn't much more than a few bricks and a rotting wooden basement? These are the slums, after all." he said, smiling calmly. "On that note, I'm pretty sure that walking through a wall isn't exactly... Normal, you know?"

Walking over to the wall that the woman had just slipped through, Hazama casually knocked on it, a solid 'thud' resonating back into the room.

"Don't know what you're here for, but given how much of a dump it is, I'm willing to bet it's something important. So how about we help each other out here- you get me to the throne room so we can snatch the king, and I help you do whatever thing it is you're here for. Maybe more. Whaddya say?"

[User]
Raditz - Freddy Fazbear's Parking Lot
Raditz took the mask and looked at it. Excellent! This would make a fine disguise! With a bit of difficulty due to his thick and volumous hair, he tied the black and white mask on to his face.

"Excellent! Now no one will know that this masked warrior is in fact Raditz, elite Saiyan warrior! I shall reign terror through the night!"

Nevermind the battle armor, the arm and leg bands, and the ridiculous hair. Still, he listened and went inside, trying to determine what to do next. The power of the mask, imaginary as it were, was soothing. He felt that nothing could kill him in here. Very quickly, he came across a bunch of robots on stage singing about friendship which almost made him want to gouge his ears out. But he could set it aside for the time being, as he had spotted two pathetic weaklings to address.

"You two!" he said, pointing to the pair sitting with the astonishing piles of food. "Where can I go to enforce the glory of Lord Cooler?! And where can I go to find such delectable looking food?!"

[Assistant]
Shivani - The Ice Moon

She glared at the last Wendigo, arrow knocked and ready to fire. She shot, letting the arrow pierce the ground a good six inches from the beast. She motioned for it to leave before turning towards the man. "Are you injured?" she asked, looking him over, hearing the conversation between the two Dante's.

[User]
Seiga - Abandoned Basement, Capital City, AgK

"They 'just call you' Hazama? My, my, mysterious, are we? Oh, but I'm afraid you'll have to work harder to impress us, isn't that right, Yoshika?"
"Huh? Whatever you say, Nyan Nyan!"
"Isn't she precious? She's my perfect pet, tough as anything.", Seiga strolled over and patted Yoshika on the head before looking back at Hazama, "An excellent compliment to my abilities, too. Which begs the question... what can you offer? And further, why should you need us? We're just a poor, lonesome hermit and her cute little underling, after all."

[Assistant]
The pink-haired girl smiled and waved at Raditz, scooching over.

"Oh, you must be new here! Hi, I'm Kelly, and this is a Mage."

Taking a piece of the pizza, Kelly offered it to Raditz. Mage waved, unable to eat due to his or her closed helmet.

"Go ahead and try it! It's Mr. Vamp's own recipe. Um... let's see, there's a Mekillot hunt but uh..."

She pulled up a picture of the Mekillot on her phone, Wigglytuff charm clacking against the side. The screen showed a picture of carving of a tremendous armored reptile, towering over an oasis city and crushing palm trees beneath its feet. The Mekillot appeared to be carrying what looked to be a giant worm with a fanged maw surrounded by tentacles in its mouth. Dozens of tiny dots appeared to be throwing spears and magic spells at the Mekillot, to no avail.

"...I think they called in some specialists for that one. I mean, they're big, but this is a carving by halflings, so Oh! There's a job involving clearing out some of the monsters in the Demon Castle of Count Dracula. I should probably get on that one, Castlevania's got some powerful monsters I can sell to the boys back home."

[User]
Hazama
"Well, of course it wouldn't be that easy. As I said earlier: you do me one, and I do you one back. Regardless of scale, of course; I have the resources at my disposal to do that." Hazama said, smiling slyly as he pulled out a small cellphone- standard issue by SE, but useful nonetheless. "Of course, I'm on a tight schedule here; after all, it's only a matter of time before they pick up on my recent actions. That's where you come in."

Letting the phone slide back into his pocket, Hazama slipped over to the exit one more, a dangerous glint in his eye.

"You are on hand at the moment and have what I currently am unable to access. This is a business agreement where we both profit from the outcome. And... To be honest, I'd rather not look to flashy while doing this, either."

With that said, Hazama opened an small interdimensional portal and let Ouroboros shoot out, causing it to lodge itself into the wall in front of him and crush whatever happened to be in between its jaws.

"See? Too flashy. I'd get caught in an instant."

[Assistant]
Raditz - Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria
Every Saiyan warrior possessed a voracious appetite. It was how they fueled their bodies, after all. Raditz took the piece of pizza and, in a feat of great power, consumed it in two whole bites. Delicious!

"Tell me where I can find more of this pizza! I need more of it!" Raditz declared. This would be the perfect battery to fuel him for future battles!

Then he started paying attention to the screen that the girl was using. He saw the picture of the giant worm snake thing and immediately interrupted. "What is this giant beast? I will slay it! How do I get there?"

[User]
Seiga - Abandoned Basement, Capital City, AgK

"Eeeeh? A chain?"
"What are you, some sort of nu-metal singer?"
"How lame!"
"Kyahahahahahahaha!"
When the pair had finished cackling at Hazama and his complete failure to impress, Seiga walked over, pulling the chain back and releasing it with a satisfying twang.
"Goodness me, you're adorable.", she chuckled quietly, "You know what? You've amused us, so I'll take you up on that offer. Now, child, what's your plan?"

[Assistant]
Dante - Ice Moon

"Sorry, kid, but I'm one of a kind." Dante grinned. "Being in a garage band doesn't make you famous."

With that, he pulled out and dialed some coordinates into his UMMA standard hand teleporter, opening a swirling rift in space-time. The blue portal rippled ominously, and Dante presented it with a flourish.
"Well, I guess we better get going. I'm late for a party." he said, and disappeared inside, towards parts unknown. The portal wavered, as if it would close soon.