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Age: 21

Gender: Female

Appearance(Picture and/or description):

Personality(optional but preferred): Belle is easily swayed, and is quite happy to betray her friends or even teammates if she is offered greater products for being on the opposite's side. She has both good and bad sides to her, both varying depending on what is going on around her.

Strengths: Belle is an amazing coder and robot builder (and mechanic), as well as as great hacker, who spent her early years honing those skills. She is also a good shot with pistols, and has a module she implanted inside of herself to help her think better and remember things easier.

Weaknesses: Belle can easily be swayed to do things, even by enemies, as long as she is payed or she is offered work to do with robots or coding things, or even computers. She, herself, is also a regular human. Her robots are also electronic, so an EMP would shut down what she has.

Equipment(Include any droid, weapon and armour you may have): D134-5 "Pocket"pistol (two of these): A more modern version of the previous D134 pistol, the D134-5 in now smaller and more compact, with enough charge to hold and fire a few more bullets (two more to the previous four) than it used to be able to. Because of it's small size and great accuracy compared to other models, the D134-5 has been nicknamed the "Pocket" by many.

Penny: Penny is Belle's most used robot. Penny is a small bird looking robot, which can fly and can grab small objects with it's beak and it's feet. On the tip of Penny's tail, which is like that of a dog's (hair/fur-less tail other than that of a bird's), there is a large electronic buildup. Penny is able to zap someone with a concentrated shock of electricity if she so chooses to with her tail. This can vary between a large shock or one just intended to annoy someone. Penny is also equipped with a personality module, so she can actually think.

Biography(One paragraph detailing the character's past): Belle was born on Earth, in Scotland. At an early age, she got a knack for coding, and began to learn simple scripts. Growing up, she managed to get into more advanced scripts, and combined this with simple electronics to make things such as automated locks or sensors. When she was fifteen, she managed to make her first robot. It was small, and it didn't work well, but it was her first and she was proud of it. She began to make more, and made a tiny business selling simple things, and got transferred a lot to different places. However, this business quickly ended, and she had to move on.

Romance (yes or no): Yes (Bisexual)

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"Oh, hey there, well, you can get food over there." He said, pointing in the direction where they had food stored. "Also, no worries, accidents happen..." He continued with, still with a sad look on his face, wich as slighly covered up by his visor. He was almost about to go on, doing the same thing that he was doing, but he decided to stay, and he watched as the girl was headed to the food storage room.

"Is this a tad bit creepy? Maybe, but she looks pretty fine, I have to admit" He tought to himself, as a small smile came back on his face. "Hey... what's this feeling? Smiling? Haven't seen that since my master died." Huzuni tought.

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Scarlet strolled to where Karate kid pointed, a slight strut in her steps. "Er.. thanks" She called back behind her taking a moment to tilt her head back to view his visors covered face.

The room had tables and chairs and was setup much like a hospital cafe. "Okay let's see" She began to browse the food available.

[User] It had all went so fast, and Belle's love had grown for Ramia massively. Belle smiles at Ramia, slipping her shirt back on. That had, by far, been one of the best experiences in her life. Belle wraps her arms around Ramia, kissing her once more and sitting back on her bed. "I can't stop thinking of that," Belle giggles. "That was amazing."

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Ramia just smiled warmly as she got fully dressed again - well.. more or less, she still felt half naked without her jacket and coat. "Hmh, apparently I haven't quite... lost my touch." The dark haired woman giggled and very gently ruffled Belle's hair. Oh god I'm giggling... shoot me now. "Sadly I think it's time for me to go and check what McLoyed's raving was all about." She gave Belle a quick kiss on the forehead before standing up and smirking. "I'll be seeing you later, beauty." With those words Ramia left the room to find her jacket before heading to find James.

She very carefully buttoned up the jacket before entering the bridge. "You wanted to see me, McLoyed."

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And so, the samurai kept on walking, this time, with a more brightened up spirit. "Karate kid... that's kinda funny... Haha." He tought, laughing about the nickname the girl had given him. "I wonder how the lovebirds are doing." He wondered, headed to Belle's room.

He knocked on the door, asking if he could come into the room that was now in front of him. "Hey Belle! You still busy with the ice queen? *Chuckle*" He playfully asked her, before being able to come into the room.

[Assistant] Belle watches as Ramia leaves. Smiling to herself, she blinked and accessed the schematics that Penny had sent earlier. Now, with a clearer head, she began to think about making or improving something. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and she looked up. "No, she left a moment again. Come in." She says loudly, so her voice got carried through the door.

[User] Went he heard Ramia entering the room he felt an urge to break her face in with a crowbar. He represed that feeling and instead looked at her with a face anger that even she was intimitated bye it. " Do you know what this is." He Said pionting to the 3500 credits." That is the money you spend on your battlesuit. Now im very happy with that. You know what im not happy with." The look in his eye's had changed from his normal self into a fucking phsyco. "THAT YOU STOLE MY MONEY." He coughs. His eye's returning to normal." Excuse me for screaming i just wanted to release some anger. Now i think we both agree some form of punishment is needed to solve this issue where having. You can pay me back right here right now. Or you dont get pay its your choice. But before you answer that question let me tell you something. He stood up and Walker over to her looking her straight in the eye's." Dont fuck with my money. Are we clear?"

[Assistant] Ramia didn't even blink at James' anger, she stood like a rock against raging wind and storms. Her bionic eye changed from a very warm shade of green to nearly blood red, still she did not rise her voice. "On the contrary, James. I simply followed your orders. You ordered me to fix my Flight Suit so I got the parts for it." Try something and I'll literally rip your balls off. She smiled ever so slightly "Now don't go claiming that I'm lying - the others heard you as well." The dark haired woman shook her head ever so slightly "I have nothing to pay you with, for my dignity is something you shall not have."

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Huzuni entered the room, and told Belle "So, how are you feeling? I have something that you may find helpfull later on."

With that, he took out a flask with a neon light blue color liquid inside it, and a bullet wich seemed to fit the clip of her gun from a small pouch.

"These were made by me, in case that virus is still alive, either drink a tiny portion of it, or shoot yourself with this bullet. It sounds crazy, shooting yourself with a bullet that has a cure, but it'll keep you alive by regening you with nano-particles that are the same as the ones used on my suit." he explained, hopping that the time he had spent made at the very least some "profit".

He gave the pouch with the items in it to Belle and sat down next to her. "I have a question for you, just out of the blue, do you mind answering it?" Huzuni asked. Hopping that for at least once, someone would give him an answer to anything so far.

[Assistant] Well, I'll be shooting myself somewhere easy to fix, I hope, Belle thinks to herself. She takes the pouch and places it to the side, shifting away slightly as Huzuni sat next to her. "You know, even though you gave me the cure, I still don't even know how I got this. I don't know what happened." She says. Turning her head to him, she gives a nod to his question. "Ask away."

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"Have you ever fully trusted someone so much, you'd give your life to them? Have you ever had some people you could call " familly and friends? Cause let me tell you something... So far, I haven't. Everyone I knew and loved banished me from my own land... All I have left? My blade and the wind..." He asked, with a sincere tone of voice, and at the same time, telling her more about himself.

"Sorry if this is so random, but... I just... *sigh*. I sometimes wish I was a person that someone would care for... Sadly, I never had that privilage. Oh well..." He continued. Putting his hands on his face, as if he was trying to cover up something he didn't want to show, like his facial expression of sadness.

[Assistant] " sigh well i knew that wasnt gonna work. But hey i should have guessed hear reaction. Lets go buisnessman i suppose."he thought to himself James laughed and pionted to one of the chairs for Ramia to sit on. He also lig a cigar offering Ramia one and taking one for himself ." Well then thats a shame i had hoped you would fal for it. Even though you still got mad. But i digres. Look i can have a gruge against you but in the end where both stuck on the same boat. We both lost alot and i suppose that we al want it back right? As for the money though i do want that paid back." He then looked at her with a sincere smile on his face." I hope you two had fun."

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Ramia politely refused the cigar with a little headshake and remained standing. "Oh I'll pay you back with interests, you can be assured of that." She smiled ever so faintly "Ramia Zeon always pays her debts." The dark haired woman blushed ever so slightly at the last question, but managed to keep her composure quite well. "I will not lie, we did."

She did not comment anything about the whole 'losing something' tirade, just turned on her heels. "Now, was there anything else you wished to discuss?"

[Assistant] James was about to dismiss her when he realized something." Umm Ramia do you where Artyem is. He hasnt been answering his calls at all."

[User] "Honestly I have no idea where he is." Ramia stated politely and turned back to face James. "Are you sure he was on the ship when we left? Because if he isn't in my opinion it would be atleast polite if nothing else to pick him up."

[Assistant]
The food selection was vast and it took Scarlet a good while to decide what she wanted to eat, this also was mixed up with the thought in the back of her mind about whether or not she was about to eat other crew members favouite foods. she grabbed a few different packets and followed the instructions on how to prepare them. After her preparations the food had become more edible looking and smelled slightly better, however it still tasted bland. "Hm." She muttered to herself while blowing a stray curl of hair that had fallen across her face.

She finished her meal and put away the plates and cutlery, just briefly after she gave her hands a wash and left the room, her heading was directed towards her room, it seemed like the ride for now would be absent of bumps and she saw no reason to mingle with others, instead she wanted to bunker down in the room that she was given, alone aside from her A.I.

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He Turned around and started flying back to The rock. Last time they left they flew slower but now. James just wanted to pick him up as fast as possible." Evi try to locate Artyem radio channel but to no avail." How do you mean he isnt here? He has to be. How else could he have left this Rock." Ive scanned it twice James im sure that he is not here." Frustrated James punched his controls hurting himself in the processes." Grr this makes no sense why would he leave us just like that unless." James saw the error in his thinking." Unless he was taken prisoner. Evi Hack the camera's and check there data to see if you can find Artyem." A few minutes later." I have found him well atleast i found out what happend to him.

The recording was glitchy but still viewable. It Showed Artyem almost being beaten to death. He then saw a man even bigger than him who nocked Artyem out. He then was dragged of but before the camera could follow the big man shot it ending the transsmision. James got a pale face." did you
now what happend to Jack?" Evi raised her shoulders." I found no info of him." Damm well shit ill inform the rest of the crew. Guys we lost Artyem i have no idea where he is. but from what i could find he was captured by some mercaneries. Sending the vid to your data pads now." The ship then flew through the warpgate. warping to its Destination Lorsa. Or as maney would call it. Wreckage

[Assistant] Belle frowns, before she wraps her arms around Huzuni. "I... Don't know. I haven't really." She began to think about Ramia, and how much she loved her (especially after their last encounter). "Apart from Ramia. I love her." Belle keeps her arms firmly around Huzuni. "You'll find someone. I never thought I would, but now, I have Ramia." She claims. "And if you were to ask her, I think she would say she loves me, too. At least, I hope so." She giggles.


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Picture:
Age: 103

Gender: Male

Appearance: Brazmere is wide as he is tall 3 feet to be precise, broad shoulders from carrying barrels and sure feet to hold him steady whilst doing so. His hair although lacking on his head is white but his beard a mucky grey tone thanks to the tanning from various liquids soaked into it. The facial hair itself is loosely braided but mainly held in place by several tarnished brass rings. His normal attire is a green short sleeved tunic covered by a well worn leather apron. Within the apron a small hammer and assorted tappers

Skills and Flaws:
Strong - From the collection of hops to brewing and moving the barrels to the bar Brazmere along with his kinsmen they aren't weak and they enjoy to be tested, weight lifting, the stone carry all solidifying them as one of the stronger clans in Thrillem.
Iron Guts - Brewing is a fine art but unfortunately there is an off chance something goes wrong. Out of date ingredients, a faulty keg which has lead to Brazmere being able to stomach all manner of foreign things.
Brawler - Some people just cant hold there weight and when it kicks off in the tavern Brazmere is often asked to step in and cool things down, lucky for him with shovels for hands its not hard to knock or throw out the unfortunate sod who decided to start it.

Greed - Currency is fast moving within the tavern be it for a beer, gambling or odds on the first knock out for Brazmere and the tavern the house always wins.
Inebriated - Brazmere is not always sound of mind, there's always a thirst for the next round
Goading - Brazmere enjoys to push folks buttons to cause a reaction, good or bad

Background: In the early days of Thrillem the Granitebrews were labourers and hard workers. Many other clans possessed the skills to build craft and construct and they would provide the materials. As the halls became grander and trade started they set up a tavern on the mid level called 'The Open Door' as the name suggested available to all. Brazmere is one of 5. He has learnt from his family what it is to be a brewer from start to finish. As a young lad he was behind the scenes aiding in the brewing and cargo to the tavern. Over time becoming a local bar keep and friend to every man (with coin). Braz which he is known for short is a fairly relaxed yet sarcastic dwarf taking most things in his stride however he does enjoy to poke and prod certain locals for his own amusement. He can be assertive when needed especially when a brawl gets out of hand and can handle himself whilst in one too! As traditions go the Granite Bowl held each year testing your physical strength and fortitude is a favourite and for Brazmere comes his competitive streak, last year just beating his cousin in the last round; the boulder toss to bring the trophy back home. This year however he has been inducted into this 'adventure' although nervous he is eager to write another chapter for his families linage.

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On the Eve of Adventure

The mines of Thrillem tremble with the voices of a thousand dwarves...

HEIGH! HO! HEIGH! HO!

HEEEIGH! HOOO! HEEEIGH! HOOO! HEEE-

-igh! Du-ba-du-ba-dum,
Ho! Du-ba-du-ba-dum
Heigh! Du-ba-dum
Ho! Du-ba-dum
Heigh! Du-ba-du-ba-Ho!

This is the night, brethren, the eve of adventure!
Heigh! Of adventure! Ho! This is the night! The eve of adventure!

Heigh! Du-ba-du-ba-dum, Ho! Du-ba-du-ba-dum
Heigh! Du-ba-Ho! Du-ba-Heigh! Du-ba-du-ba-Ho!

Forward you go, brethren, to claim stolen treasure!
Heigh! Stolen treasure! Ho! Forward you go! To claim stolen treasure!

Aye, you feel it in your Bone,
Pride, and longing, for your Home,
Strength and honor, kin of Stone!

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The night is young, but you can barely stand. There's a feast in Thrillem tonight and the dwarves mean business. Not just any feast, no. Your feast. You're being celebrated as heroes for undertaking the Great Quest. You're going to the surface, to travel untold miles through uncharted lands, to slay a dragon and steal its hoard. A dragon. And you're going to slay it. You've already said it what feels like a hundred times, and heard others say it more than a thousand, but that somehow still can't seem dispel that gnawing in your gut. The one that's there to remind you that Hey, guess what! The dragon ain't dead yet! And tonight might be The Night, but tomorrow is certainly The Day. The day when it begins for real, this adventure of yours...

But leave the worrying for the greybeards! You're still young, and tonight is for you! There's a feast going on, and what a feast it is! Delicious delicacies and beverages by the barrel from all across the land, booming drums and roaring brass, thousands upon thousands of torches and candles and all eyes and all smiles upon you, no expense is spared.

You're sitting with the rest of your comrades at the table of honor in the middle of the great hall. You're surrounded on all sides by throngs of your brethren, sitting at tables of their own. On the dais at the head of the hall sits the greybeards, the elders of each clan, looking down on their people with watchful eyes. They're counting on you, and you mean to honor that trust. Your thoughts are suddenly interrupted as Beorthric barges into the table with two fists full of pints. "Refreshments!" he bellows as he smashes them down on the top, and proceeds to lean in towards you with a funny frown on his face. "And good thing, too" he says, nodding over to a neighboring table "'cause them Orebreakers over yonder was bad-mouthing the lot of us, saying they'd stomp us no sweat in arm wrestling, and I figured we'd need a drop 'o strength seeing as we're going to take 'em up on that challenge! Who's with me?"

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Kragg Stonefist

Kragg was on his third full plate of mushrooms, wedges of cheese, and slabs roasted meats when his comrade Beorthric arrived at the table with a whole bunch of pints of booze onto the table. "Beorthric! Just in time, I was feeling a tad bit sober from eating all this food!" He welcomed the beer toting dwarf warmly as he, just as warmly, cradled a pint and downed it in three mighty gulps. "Ahh...so much better." Kragg said before taking his attention back to his meal and devouring it with renewed gusto. Even at the third full plate, his gut still had room for a half dozen pints and two more plates of food. But what caused pause in the bottomless pit of a dwarf's meal was that the notification that the table of Orebreakers were slandering them. "Them's fighting words from beardlings that can barely carry their own weight in gold. Ancestors, frown upon me if I let this stand. Beorthric, You have my help in this matter." With that, Kragg stands up from his seat on the table and prepares to show the table of Orebreaker dwarves why he was known as the Bull of Clan Stonefist.

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As celebrations goes Brazmere couldn't recall a feast so grandiose. Some of remaining kegs of 'All Sorts XXXXX' frugally being handed out along with some of the best smoked duroc pork on offer. The glow of the braziers giving everything on the tables a golden halo.

Brazmere was taking his fill but of course more liquid than subsistence and as his tankard hit the table his fellow 'surfacer' Beorthric turned up with another.
"Cheers Gents" raising his brew along with a few others that heard. The laughter and cheering of the night was infectious along with the boisterousness between fellow dwarves and clans. Beorthric pointed out a table of orebreakers wanting to draw first blood in the evenings festivities. Brazmere drew a large grin across his face as Kragg agreed he stood up on the bench pointing at the breakers table "Who do you think you are? A bunch of orecrumblers with 'my first pickaxe' at your side dare challenge us?! Bring it on!" Brazmere stepped off the bench onto the stone floor knocking the shoulders of his comrades "Come on lads, this will be easy"


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Age: 17
Gender: Female
Race: Human

Weapon: Unlike the majority of Hunters that dwell the broken world of Remnant, Gratia wields two, separate and completely distinct weapons due to her poverty, which has prevented her from obtaining more advanced weaponry. She wields a dull, grey mameluke sabre named Valens, furnished simply with the imprint of her emblem on its hilt. It is utilised alongside her other weapon, an automatic carbine named Valentinian, black and silver and also light enough to be used with one hand.

She also owns an SUV that she acquired from a mafia family after a mission.

Specialty: Capable of dealing with enemies both in close combat and mid-range, Gratia's role on Team VGNB (Vignoble) is to draw the attention of Grimm as she cuts swathes through their ranks in her berserk rage. As such, she is quite the durable warrior, and if time passes, she will only grow stronger as her semblance drains away at the energies of her enemies, making her perfect for her position as the 'tank' of the team.

Semblance: Bibere Vinum - Gratia's lust for battle and power is translated into a semblance that allows her to drain the aura of others in the area in order to strengthen her own physical abilities. In particular, her speed, strength, and endurance. The effects compound over time, and thus while they aren't too noticeable in the first few minutes of combat, the longer one fights her and the closer they are in proximity, the stronger Gratia gets.

Following her conversation with her mother on what it meant to be a Huntress and what she meant to those close to her, Gratia's semblance metamorphosed into a new form, gaining an additional ability based upon her existing powers. Her ability to detect and sometimes recognise other lifeforms in the area has become more powerful, allowing her to inject a tiny portion of her own aura into people upon contact, creating a connection between her and her victim that allows her to track and identify them no matter where they go, and will not be broken unless either of them are dead, or if Gratia wishes it to end. It also provides her basic information on the victim's status, such as their health, mood and general condition.

Personality: At first glance, Gratia appears to be quite a solemn figure, impassive and quiet in the majority of situations. Restraint seems to come easily to her, and there is an aura of professionalism that permeates her every action. It would be obvious, then, to assume that she is a rather serious person, one who devotes her very being to work and believes that everything else is a waste of time. In actuality, this is mostly inaccurate. When she speaks it is generally to insult others, particularly her aggravating teammate Napoli, and her speech is peppered with gratuitous swearing.

She is extremely sarcastic and is quick to point out when a situation does not strike her as favourable. She is also rather arrogant and has a haughty sense of pride that dictates her actions. If someone starts annoying her, her impassive aura is quick to drop and Gratia will instead begin with a spewing out insults. However, she is not entirely horrible, being actually fairly kind to those who she deems as respect worthy and more importantly, not annoying. While she is quiet still, she is more than willing to offer them a helping hand on assignments and other problems.

In addition, Gratia possesses a strong sense of loyalty to her loved ones. If you piss her off or take advantage of her friends she will make your life a living hell. Of course, do what you want to her annoying teammates, especially Napoli, she'll only save them at the last minute when they're about to die. And you're not allowed to kill them. She gets to when they screw up.

When in combat, her normally solemn personality completely disappears, replaced by a crazed bloodlust that seems to consume her entire being (and probably those poor Grimm that she'll murder). In this state, it can be quite surprising to listen to her cackle loudly like a hyena as she terrorises her enemies.

Color: Chartreuse Green (66CD00)

Emblem: Gratia's emblem has a certain religious flair to it, with a solid sabre sitting upon a champagne bottle, which is a chartreuse green to contrast the black and grey of the sabre and background.

Appearance:

Source | NarayanK's Interpretation

Standing at a height of one point seven five metres, Gratia is relatively tall for most girls her age, a trait that is magnified by her rock solid posture. With long, flowing brown-black hair, onyx eyes and a well-defined face (though usually seen bland or scowling), and an athletic build, she can be described as rather attractive (though her compatriot-in-arms would argue the opposite), but few dare comment on her appearance in case she takes offence.

Due to her status as a student from Haven, she dons the snazzy uniform of her "beloved" school when attending class, completely unmodified and always super tidy (it comes at a surprise that to many that she is willing to wear the skirt). When outside of class however, she can always be seen with her signature black turtleneck, brown jeans and her green winter coat, which she is highly possessive of (and possibly willing to murder for, though that's a rumour). As a music aficionado, she frequently wears headphones in order to enjoy her smooth jazz and drown out the incessant chatter of her fellows and her teammates in particular.
Name: Galla Mindaro
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Race: Human

Weapon: Steel Construction I-Beam (W18X40)

Specialty: Without needing the use of a semblance, Galla Mindaro possesses a ridiculously immense amount of physical strength, capable of carrying even the heaviest of construction materials with ease. As such, her lightest blows can easily hit as hard as a freight train, sending her targets flying with little effort on her part. Similar to her more infamous older sister, she is incredibly durable, her numerous years of acting as Gratia's training partner having developed her defenses dramatically.

Semblance: Nemo Curat - Galla's apathy and sense of detachment from the world has been translated into a semblance that allows her to essentially detach a part of her own self, preventing it from interacting with the outside world. She can only induce this state in one thing at a time, and if she wishes to stop another part of her self from being observed by reality, she has to first reattach the originally detached part. An example of her semblance in use would be detaching her scent, thereby preventing anybody from smelling her.

Personality: The younger Mindaro sibling possesses a quiet and stoic demeanour, staying impassive in the face of any situation to the extent that one could easily mistake her for a stone statue. Restraint marks her every action, with each lifeless movement utterly lacking in any form of energy or emotion. To Galla, the rest of the world simply isn't important at all, and it is through this lens of utter apathy that she engages with life.

So great is her sense of detachment that absolutely nothing is capable of fazing her. Everything is met with the same bland air, as if there was a distant chasm between her and the rest of the world. She cannot bring herself to care for it, finding little that can stimulate her dulled emotions into responding. At times, it appears as if Galla lacks a presence beyond simply 'existing', seeming more akin to a cardboard cutout than an actual human.

She doesn't see it as a problem in any way.

However, that is not to say that Galla Mindaro is simply an emotionless mannequin that is utterly incapable of being human. The truth is actually the opposite; the younger of the Mindaro sisters is surprisingly empathetic, capable of understanding the feelings, motivations and experiences of other people to a great extent. It does not change her utter lack of interest and care for them, but if the whim were to come to her, she could interact with others with little difficulty.

It is because of this that, despite her eerie detachment, Galla possesses a bond with her family. Although she rarely shows any sign of concern for them, the younger Mindaro acknowledges her parents in their entirety, and it is evident that she respects her older sister in some fashion. She is also not devoid of friends, being able to, even in her bland and uncaring manner, work amicably with a number of her classmates. Whether or not she is a good friend is debatable, especially when she does not exactly care too much for them.

She is also highly observant of her surroundings, whether they be social cues, appearances or the shape of the world. Information is immediately captured and stored in her photographic memory, although much of it fails to affect her in any manner. She holds few opinions on them, but there are times when she does judge, usually through an arbitrary rating system. When taking action, there are also moments where she may seem rather excessive, unaware of whether or not something may be too much.

Galla may or may not have a sense of humour. It's extremely hard to tell.

Color: Chartreuse Yellow (DFFF00)

Emblem: Galla's emblem has traces of religious iconography, with a pitch-black profile of a rooster, one of the holiest animals of the Mistralese Church, imprinted upon a champagne bottle of chartreuse yellow, its brightness a contrast to the colour of the bird.

Appearance:

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Shuai Taidan - Beacon Docks

It would not take Noëlle too long to encounter the aforementioned supposed 'pyromaniac' of Team Canvas, for sitting casually within the ornithopteric aircraft that would take the squad of Hunters to the locale of their mission was the ever-enthusiastic Shuai Taidan; pretty-boy extraordinaire, crowd control specialist and a youth voted "Most Likely to Become a Fashion Designer" by his past classmates for his exuberantly large wardrobe and tendency to switch outfits on a single dime. Yet despite the last of those qualities, the twenty-one year old was remarkably restrained in his appearance on this fine day, having, to the likely shock of the members of his former boy band-esque team, defaulted to his customised school uniform, and was now almost somebody who would not immediately stick out in a crowd.

The key word of course, being "almost".

Despite his military-like attire, there were a certain number of traits that would ensure that he would be quite the object of notice amongst the myriad of unique individuals that populated the city of Vale. Framing his handsome and delicate face, for example, was his long, flowing hair, today differing from its standard, ponytailed design through the utter lack of any form of accessory, whether it be hair-ties, scrunchies or clips. The pink-streaked brown was on full display, dropping down around his shoulders like a tsunami of strawberry-chocolate syrup, the only departure being that of the two long extended parts of his fringe that dropped around his cheeks, and the simple, thin ahoge that reached out from underneath the grey gas mask that had been pulled back up from his face. Gleaming violet eyes, full of life and vigour, were especially noticeable as well, their edges creasing with humour as he fired off a dazzling grin at the girl who had just entered the aircraft.

And then there was the six metre long spear with a wicked, golden blade and blood-red horsehair tassels that was balanced precariously upon his lap, its immense girth almost impossible to fit within the width of their transport. He did have other tools of his trade upon his body, such as the six golden rings sitting peacefully in the crimson vambraces around his arms, or the wind and fire wheels that were attached to his boots, but it was his incredibly large weapon, one that was three and half times longer than his height, that would most likely be noticed.

"Hello there!"

His voice was very much the essence of honest cheer.

"I'm Taidan," continued the prettyboy, before pausing momentarily to adjust the position of the gas mask sitting upon his head. "Shuai Taidan. Nice to meetcha."

[Assistant] Ebon shrugged his shoulders at Krysthane. He didn't know anyone in the city and short of having his R-Types scout around the area, there wasn't much he could do in terms of finding clues. This was at least something. "Just don't get distracted." Ebon followed Krysthane to the Cat Nap, where there were a lot of cats taking naps. Nonchalantly he picked up one of the cats, a small kitten, and started playing with it. It pawed at his nose, and he teased it by letting it just get barely close to his face. More cats began to stir. Looking around Ebon noticed some mint, so he took a small handful and rubbed it on his hands and neck. By the time they'd actually get to the door Ebon was playing with at least five cats in his arm, and even had his R-Types flying around him letting the smaller kittens fly around. All the while Ebon kept his stoic face up, still waiting to see where Krysthane's leads were going to get them. "Who are these guys anyways?"

[User]
"Cat Nap...? Are you... are you actually trying to insult me right now...", Skyra deadpanned. The heavy smell of mint in the air drove the cat faunus mad. Despite common knowledge, Skyra absolutely hated the smell and the taste of mint and cat nip. And so the look of disgust on her face was visible as clear as day. Additionally she eyed the cats all around the place with a certain skepticism.
"This place feels incredibly eerie to me... I don't like it... It feels as if a racist put up a sign: 'Hey, you're a cat faunus, welcome home'", Skyra lamented.

[Assistant]
Gratia Mindaro - Zephyr City Outskirts

"Don't be ridiculous."

Gratia glanced towards her leader, impassive onyx eyes lingering upon the other girl's polearm/submachine gun weapon for a second. Of all the people on Team Vignoble, Vega Venetia was the least suited for sneaking into guarded facilities. It would be utterly absurd to allow somebody with such a weapon combination and Semblance to even attempt it when Nuit's safety was at stake. Not to mention that ... fucking retarded ... plan of placing her and the cheese-eating bastard together. It had been the decision of a brainless cunt to partner them during their time at Haven, and it was even worse of an idea that they were in a dangerous battlezone.

"Stealth with your fucking weapons, Venetia?" she stated coldly. "I would've laughed at such a shitty idea if this wasn't so fucking severe."

Their target appeared to be some form of ... office building. That was something to keep in mind before they began their assault.

"Unless you want Fiordilatte to die, don't send him in first. Or partner him up with me. And remember, you won't be able to do shit without running into some other motherfucker in this type of environment."


[System]
Chris Buckwood

"Tails, I win. Heads, you lose."

Character basics
Nicknames/alias: Buck
Age:39
Place of birth & ethnicity: Watkinsville, Georgia. White.
Gender: M
Occupation: Gambler, "merchant", conman.
Character appearance & personality

Appearance: Buck sticks out in a crowd, thats for sure. His skin has somehow stayed relatively pale. His build is tall, thin, and gangly. His arms and legs are long and he walks as if he is always about to topple over, even if he is quite coordinated.

His head is shaved bald, and his light blonde hair makes his eyebrows hard to see. He had a beard that starts at the top of his ears and covers his jaw and chin, sticking off and outwards, looking like the bottom of a broom. Is's light color makes it hard to see under certain lighting conditions. His face is his most prominent feature, with deep set, dark green eyes that are almost always overshadowed. His skin is pulled tight over his face, as if there wasn't enough to go around and he had to make do. His cheek bones and jaw are highly pronounced, making it almost cringe-worthy when he swivels and adjusts his jaw. It's almost skull-like, all of this results in a tight-lipped, hungry looking smile.

Clothing: A dark red suit made of cloth with white undershirt, as well as dark red pants and leather boots. Atop his shiny bald dome is a black bowler hat.

Personal style: Anything that looks classy.
Personality: Despite his ghastly appearance, Chris managed to make it work in his favor, his ugliness somehow making him appear more genuine. After all, with a face like that, what could he have to hide? Lots, actually. Buck has a passion for "earning" money. Easy marks, manipulation, and the rare fair deal are what composes his income. He's friendly enough, but it's almost always a front. He's arrogant and clever, with a dark, sometimes mocking, sense of humor.

Habits: There's a silver coin that he deftly flips through his fingers.

Skills and items

Regular life skills: Buck is a conman, through and through. He gets people to trust him just enough to take their money, then he's gone the next morning. His silver tongue is a big part of how he's managed to do what he does for so long. He's also somewhat of a botanist, just as a little hobby.
Combat skills: He's unusually flexible and speedy. Other than that, he's a cruddy shot, but he's good with a kinfe.
Items on your person: Fifty dollars, scattered about his person. He also has a gold-plated pocket watch, a deck of expensive looking playing cards and a boring looking Cattleman revolver. He also has several daggers hidden throughout his apparel, ready to pull out and stab anyone who gets grabby.
Additional stuff: A surprisingly well crafted fold-out cards table, some changes of clothing, extra cards, snake-oil products, and some extra small knives.

History
What brings you to Haylliesburg: These small town shmucks should be some easy marks. He's just passing through, looking to make some extra cash before moving onto a bigger city.

Your life before coming to Haylliesburg: He's lived the life of a nomad, hopping from settlement to settlement scamming hard-working folk of their money along the way with rigged gambling games and snake-oil products. It's not like he doesn't enjoy playing a fair and square poker game, it's just that he likes money more. This all started when he was younger, when his honest merchant father and mother got conned out of a living. After his parent's General Store closed, his father went into the mines and came back physically disabled, and his mother couldn't exactly find work, so it was up to Chris to try and make the family's money as a rare single child.

He was no good at hard labor, and he never had high education, so it seemed like he couldn't find a way of making money. That was until he realized he had a silver tongue and a sleight of hand. At first, he went into the saloons and attempted to get really good at games like Texas Hold 'Em Poker, Blackjack, and Liar's Dice. He got so good he could read people like a book, and while most players attempt to hide all emotions when they play poker, Chris spouts bullshit the whole game. After a few hands he could read his opponents like a book.

Even still, he wasn't making enough cash, so he decided to rig the odds in his favor. Slipping weighted die into cups, needed cards into hands, and sometimes even more creative ways of cheating (or positive outcome security, as Buck sometimes calls it) had him begin raking in the cash.

Soon, it was no longer just about taking care of his aging parents, but about the sport of it all. He loved it. Then he thought he should throw in just a little more variety into his income, and began selling "snake-oil" products. Miracle substances and cures that can apparently solve all of live's problems in a single use. It was tough work at first, but he got the hang of it and began peddling useless goods to common folk who didn't know any better.

First, it was things like "Buckwood's Miracle Cure; Polio be-gone!" but that didn't work because they would go and try it out on a sick individual and find out his fraud right away. Then, it was things like Miracle Bait or Insta-Grow, things that hunters and farmers would have to go out into the fields and try out before they discovered they'd been had, and by then Buckwood would be out of town.

His parents eventually passed away, but Buckwood had found his calling.
Eventually, he ran into some people who were more perceptive than the others, and even worse, people who were perceptive AND angry. That's why he carries around several hidden knives in various useful places on his person. His sleight of hand can have it so a person can be on the floor with a knife in their leg before they even realize Buckwood's got out of his chair.

And so, for the last decade, he's been wandering the developing west, pulling scams and cheating people out of their hard-earned money. Even if he get's shot, he'll die doing what he loves.

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[User]
When revolvers ruled the West

"You see, in this world there's two kinds of people, my friend;
those with loaded guns, and those who dig.
You dig."
- The man with no name

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The Old West
1881

Ever since the first Europeans set fot on American soil, they've always set their gaze across the land - somewhere far beyond that horizon - wondering what was awaiting them there. Many tried, and failed to venture West in search of so many things; gold, land, lost cities or the long awaitening of Christ Himself. Once they traversed that treacherous land of Indians, desert and wildlife, the white man came to stay.

First the Spanish came, exploring the land and setting up catholic missions. Then came the settlers, though few in numbers. Then finally came the Americans, their goal "Manifest Destiny"; America's right to rule from coast to coast, across the entire continent. And offically that barren land between the West Coast and what could be call civilization was under US law. But who was really in charge, in all those isolated towns and hamlets?

This was the Wild West, the Old West, the Frontier, whatever you would like to call it. Whatever you prefered, one thing never changed; this was "When Revolvers ruled the West".

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Haylliesburg
9th Feburary, 1881

The sun rises, casting long yet welcoming shadows from the houses lining Main Street. The overheating sun that would soon high tall up in the sky, overlooking the whole of Haylliesburg and more, was for a moment forgotten about as the townsfolk began their day's work in a somewhat comfortable temperature. Now that's to say there were still a few things to complain about, like for example all the dust dirtening the women's skirts and dresses, or the stealing of cattle that had just began to haunt the normally innocent railroad town.

The biggest complaint however was well-deserved though; the lack of a sheriff in town.

It had not been a week since the last sheriff sadly passed away; Mark Goldberg was his name, a fine gentleman indeed, and a crack of a shot they said. Now you couldn't say he was exactly tough on crime, but few complained of his methods, so things were pretty quiet. Then the Stranger came into town. He, whoever he was - he left no name - quietly rode into town on a morning much like this one, and simply walked into the Sheriff's office without as much as a "Good morning" to the ladies watching him from the saloon. Apparently he walked into his office, produced wanted-poster of the Sheriff, shooting him in cold blood and leaving him with the wanted-posted nailed to his head with a knife.

Of course people were scared of such events, but so far things had gone quiet enough for the calm peoples of Haylliesburg; if you excluded the dust and the cattle-theft of course, and all those small lies that lurked beneath the surface. It was nothing special for this town, all towns across America were the same. But our story doesn't start anywhere, it starts here in Haylliesburg on a quiet February morning, with several unknown figures riding - or walking - into town. Some might even arrive with the morning train, a quite new addition to the growing town.

All that is certain is that those newcomers are in for one hell of a ride, especially if they find one of those wanted-posters hanging around or find themselves at the wrong end of a poker game. But hey, that's just a normal day in the Wild West.

[Assistant]
A February morning had never felt so warm on the skin of Albert White. At first he had thought it was the stale coach air being oppressive and feeling warmer in his claustrophobic throat than it actually was. How strange it was, to be so uneasy in the coach, longing for fresh air and sweating, while having no issues with packed sleeping quarters of ships which had the potential to turn into hellholes more accursed than the dirtiest of diphtheria pest houses. But it turned out he was right: it was warm. Unnaturally warm, he thought alighting in the wide dirty thoroughfare.

It was no New England, that was sure. The winter sun never burned so warm up there in the north, not even in zenith. Here in Arizona it felt more like a pleasant spring. Courtesans seemed to agree, standing on the balcony of some joint, having a smoke and most certainly sipping laudanum as well, or some other substance in those bottles they held. He put the hat on and took the satchel from the coachman holding it for him allowing him to find the rest of his belongings: a long slender thing wrapped in cloth and a bag. He gave the man a coin and tipped the leaf of the hat in thanks as the coach left with neighing of horses.

He saw a fat man sleeping in a wheelbarrow across the thoroughfare in front of a telegraph company headquarters, his head bloodied and muddied. A smaller fellow, a child or the like, walked to him and took from his person a shillelagh and ran off. God damned thief. Lawlessness the first thing I see, even at cock's hour. This is a shithole. He spat. Better move the hell on.

The hotel doors were closed -- a note written in a halfwit's hand nailed to them, informing visitors they wouldn't be opening before noon that day -- but one of the saloons -- the one on the balcony of which prostitutes were hanging around -- wasn't. He walked in, the only person besides a bartender, a younger, slow in the head looking fellow, and another employee leaning plump and shirtless on the bar next to him, eating a piece of canned peach impaled on his knife. Hastily looking around, he caught a glimpse of a monte games table and above it a big hanging sign saying NO PRIESTS: IF YOU PRAY, YOU PAY. They ceased their chatting as he approached.

"Whiskey, please. And coffee." He put money on the bar, enough money for two rounds of whiskey, looking first at them and then on the well-made quena flute framed in glass among the bottles in front of him, somehow knowing it was made of Christian bone.

[User]
Chris "Buck" Buckwood was already seated in the saloon, taking a whole round table to himself with his legs propped up onto the table, leaning his wooden chair backward. A silver coin danced between his fingers and a smile played at his thin, tight lips. Despite his casual demeanor, Chris Buckwood was hard at work.

His deep-set eyes flicked back and forth at all the patrons in the saloon. Scanning for an easy mark. His suitcase sat beside him, full of all sorts of gambling "devices" and snake-oil products. You never knew when a weighted die or a vial full of "Miracle Grow" would come in handy. The job never stopped, and Buck was always on lookout for some potential...clients.

So, there was Buck, legs propped onto the table, leaning backwards in his chair, with no one bothering or wanting to sit at the same table as him, and he seemed all the happier for it. He would keep his trap shut, for now. Bide his time. Take in the atmosphere. Read people. Then he might invite someone over for a game of cards.


[System]
Appearance:
Ryker stands at about 5'10" with Brown hair and Amber eyes. His body is athletic and muscular, as he must be to do his job. He has a few scars that could be seen on his arms and face, but many more on his body and back. The way he carries himself it's clear he was a soldier.

Gender:Male

Age: 28

Occupation: Detective

Plant Essence: Peppermint

Superpower: Ryker has the ability to cool anything he touches, and can make it so cold it can freeze as if he dipped the object in liquid Nitrogen. He currently can't control his ability, which really comes from his fingertips. So he wears gloves to block it so he doesn't accidentally freeze someone.

The air around him always seems a few degrees cooler, and his skin is cold to the touch as if he was standing out in a blizzard for too long, this causes his skin to be a bit numb...and because of this he has a higher tolerance to pain. This is also bad, because while he may brush it off as a small thing, or not even realize how bad it is... until he suddenly gets woozy from blood loss. His breath is cold as well, and sometimes you can see a puff of his breath if he was standing in a freezer even if it's 100 degrees out.

With practice he would be able to control it without worrying about gloves, how cold it gets, and how far it can expand. As of now, it's about a three foot radius from the point he touches that can freeze. It's also nice touch he smells like peppermint every time he uses it.

Personality: Ryker is a very intelligent and observant person. Who is quick to pick up something with what seems like little effort. However despite his natural athleticism and smarts he believes in working hard for what you want. There are many hours of training and learning when people are not watching.

He is kind, and respectful, with the habit to address everyone as Sir and Ma'am. He is quick to make friends, and is always willing to help complete strangers. As if they were close friends. He has a mischievous side to him as well, often joking around even while working. He also is known to always have gum on him, specifically peppermint. In his pockets, car, desk, home. While really odd, it became a joke for everyone that knew him. He claims it's just something he picked up while in the military to deal with stress.

While fighting though, he seems like a completely different person.

History: Ryker grew up in a Military/police home. So it's clear where he got his strong sense of morals from. However he wasn't always like that. He was a little cheeky rambunctious kid who always got into trouble all the way through his teens. But he got his act together just before joining the military.

He excelled while there, making three close friends that became his brothers after a small conflict turned bad for them. The short story, which is all he would say always if asked. They were captured and tortured, for a few weeks before managing to escape. No matter how many times, he won't go into details.

After the military the four stayed in touch, he became uncles to their children, despite not being related by blood. He also joined the police force and became a K-9 officer. Where he and his partner Sascha, did really well for five years, somehow managing to be a part of some big busts during that time. One of them, almost killing his Partner. While she managed to live, she was retired from the force and he decided to become a detective after that, not wanting another dog.

A few months later, he found out one of his brothers was killed in a car wreck, along with his wife. Their 10 year daughter, Everly was also in the wreck, but managed to live. He took a few months off to take care of his brother's funeral and arrangements, he also took custody of Everly, as he was named the GodFather in their wills.

About three months ago, when he came back to work, his fellow officers pranked him by filling his desk with hundreds of packets of gum, as well as placing a large Peppermint plant in a pot on his desk. After all the joking was done, he decided to keep it in his office. It was after that he started to have strange dreams of peppermint plants freezing over by themselves. Over the next week he Catch himself looking at Peppermint plant for no reason at all thinking about the dream. That it would just stick with him. He felt a sudden surge of cold surrounding his chest. Then slowly spread throughout him. He didn't think much of it, as he got up and left, he didn't see his chair's arms were cracked and frozen.

Miscellaneous:
-always has a pack of gum, but not always chewing gum.
-Sascha usually follows him around everywhere.

[User]
Alonzo rolled up the sleeves of his hoodie, tattoos exposed, and pushed his glasses further up his nose before taking the guy's arm gently in his hand. He felt the fluttering of nerves in his stomach but took a deep breath to try and calm them as much as he could.

He had an actual use now, no chance to mess this one up.

His eyebrows furrowed with concentration, fingers of his other hand flexing as they tingled. "Sure did a number on this but it could be worse. No one's at fault though, just wrong place, wrong time. Nothing for anyone to kick themselves over." As he spoke, the burn started to slowly fade. The burn was large enough to leave a faint scar, and he hadn't got a proper handle on this new power enough to make it disappear completely, but it would fade quicker than usual and was definitely better than if it had been untreated. "S'alright though, look? Gone... more or less." He gave him another brief smile and stepped away, flexing the tingling from his fingers; the newer scent of lavender far overpowering the lemon from before.

"She's cute, what's her name? Alonzo asked curiously, eyeing up the cause of the whole fiasco. "And yours, actually?" He added quickly, cursing his lack of manners.

His grandmother would have his head if she could hear him.

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Something went wrong. Terribly wrong. One moment Dani was watching lightning dance, the next second somebody got struck. A line of dandelions lit up like Christmas lights before promptly disintegrating as Dani shrieked and fell to her knees and crumpled to the ground in pain.

The would around her faded out, and Dani became somebody else--a young man in a mysterious room that smelled of burning flesh. Her new body was beaten and bruised, and felt like it had been for days. But even worse than they pain was the tortured screams of seemingly familiar voices. A vague pressed a live wire to her arm, sending a second surge of pain through her body...

Danielle awoke screaming and disoriented. Who was she? Where was she? She groped at her arms and face. "Dani? Dani?" somebody asked, hovering over her with breath that reeked of alcohol. Her mother, Dani realized. She was herself again, and the pain was gone "Are you okay, Dani?" William asked with big eyes. "You scared me! Don't do that again, Dani!" Destiny chastised with a wrinkled forehead and pouty lips. "Just get up already!" Abagail muttered.

With her mother's help, Danielle sat up slowly. William handed her a bottle of water and she took it gratefully. After a few gulps she put the cap back on. Her mother pat her back. "There, there. Take it easy. We think you might have had heat stroke. You were hallucinating. Let's get you out of the sun," she soothed, rubbing her daughter's back. Danielle felt like throwing up.

"Oh-okay..." Dani answered weakly. She took her mother's hand and shakily returned to her feet. Her mom put her arm around her daughter's shoulders and began leading her toward their cabin. As they continued past the group she was watching previously, the girl settled on a man in his late twenties with a well-behaved working dog between his legs. She looked at the man's arms and face and found scars, many of them deep. With all these details, and her gut feelings, somehow she just knew he was the one the vision had came from.

What happened to you? Dani asked the universe with tears running down her cheeks. He looked like such a good guy, and he didn't deserve whatever happened to him. The girl sniffled, wiped her tears away and continued into cabin '2'.

Unbeknownst to her, the universe listens, and a nearby dandelion seed carried her question heavily to the man known as Ryker Burke.

[User]
June 19, 2021

Cypress View Retreat

Alonzo blushed, and escaped Conner's grip, and introduced. Conner smirked. That was not a rejection? Did he actually have a chance with this guy? Who knows. There was still plenty of weekend left. Alonzo threw his bag in his direction ran over to the other guy's side. Conner couldn't exactly blame him... He was handsome and had a cute dog to boot.

Alonzo rolled up his sleeves, exposing the tattoos on his arms, which Conner did not expect. This guy seemed like the shy quiet type, and not really the type to have a whole sleeve tattoos. Then he worked his magic, and healed the guy's arm. Conner picked up Alonzo's bag, and strode over to him. "Nice! But dude, we have got to talk about this awesome ink!" He took Alonzo's right arm with a tattoo of the sea, with a Kraken beneath the waves. "Who did it?"

[Assistant]
@GreysonEA @Bai Suzhen @LostButterfly92

The man's reaction was worse than Mara had feared. Instead of yelping or recoiling, he spaced out for a few seconds. Mara's stomach clenched as she noticed the trembling of his left hand, the traces of scars on his arms and face. Had she just triggered a bad memory? As if the whole situation wasn't already shitty enough, in the distance, a scream rose up. She stared over at the teen hunched on the ground, people gathering around her. Great, she'd all too likely set off someone's phobia of lightning.

It was only when a dog pushed between the guy's legs, poised to guard him, that he snapped back into the present.

Although he tried to reassure her it was ok, Mara bit her lip. Used to it? So she had gone and reminded him of something unpleasant. Judging by his reaction, he wasn't used to shocks in the same way that electricians and engineers were. "It wasn't your fault," she replied. If only she'd damn well pulled herself together, this wouldn't have happened. "Not like you could've known."

Before he could answer, the woman with flowers in her hair approached, with an odd request. Mara raised an eyebrow. Give her a zap? While both damp and on edge? Yeeeeah, what could possibly go wrong? Even if this girl had an essence that could lessen the effect, it would still be a risky move. "Ehh, I'm going to guess you want to keep your fingers in working order." She folded her arms. "So I'll pass. What was it you wanted to check though?" As much as she needed the money, to help cover the cost of repairs to her parents' home, it wouldn't be worth it, at least not until she dried off and calmed down. She glanced at the wounded man again, proof of why it wouldn't.

The tattooed blond had stepped in, the wound fading at his touch. Not completely, but enough that it wouldn't get infected or leave major scarring. Mara gave a sigh of relief. Ok, lucky there was a healer around. His essence was obvious - the distinctive scent of lavender overrode the smoke and lemon smells.

Of course, that still left the issue of the guy's mental state, as the concern in the approaching teen's eyes made clear. The same girl who'd panicked just now. The burn may have been healed, but that didn't change the fact that electricity freaked out at least two people here.

[User]
Ryker reached into his pocket with his free hand and pulled out a stick of gum, expertly unwraping it with one hand and sticking in his mouth, calming the slight anxiety that popped up from the memory. He looked away towards the girl who screamed out when he was shocked. Now that his mind was catching up with him. She was up now, moving towards them. And She was looking towards him with a tear rolling down her cheek. Suddenly a voice popped into his head, asking what happened to him. It sounded like someone was whispering directly into his ear, but no one around him asked it. The voice was different from the two next to him now. His head cocked as he thought. I was...shocked? clearly confused by who said it, and clearly connecting it with what just happened. But I'm ok. He quickly added...not knowing if he would even be answered.

The scent of Lavender overpowering the lemon and even peppermint that was always escaping his lips. He had to admit it was an extremely useful power. He didn't mind one bit that it left a scar. Just another among the many on his arm. He smiled, "Thank you. I hope I didn't cause you too much discomfort." He said, while indicating his fingers.

"This here is Sascha..." He paused for a second before realizing he was asking for his name, not if Sascha was hers. "I'm Ryker Burke... it's a pleasure to meet you all."

He looked to blond girl and smiled confidently. "No harm done, Well some harm....My favorite jacket now has a charred hole in it. Though I barely felt it. We are all learning so I don't blame you one bit... Excuse me..." He said with a chuckle.

He then looked to the girl and moved over to her and her mother. Sascha moving out from his legs and standing right by his side looking up at him. "Excuse me, are you ok?" He asked with genuine concern. Then looked the mother,"What happened? Is there anything I can do to help?"


[System]
Gender: Female
Pokémon: Kirlia
Ability: Telepathy

Moveset:
Psychic
Heal Pulse
Magical Leaf
Draining Kiss

Backstory: To be revealed as the RP progresses.

[User]
Lilisette the Kirlia[Folio Town - Town Square]

Lord@Shiny Keldeo
The Kirlia had been enthralled with the performance, and didn't even notice the spectacle beside her, that was until Ember started shouting; fire pouring forth from her maw. With wide eyes, Lilisette tore her gaze from Troupe Relm, to start shouting at Ember for interrupting the performance. Or she would have, until it hit her a few moments later.

"Who are you!? Give that back! That's not yours!" About to make an attack of her own, the Kirlia was stopped in her tracks when a bright light obscured her vision.
"Ack!" Once her vision cleared, Lilisette bounded over the bench, "What are you guys waiting for!? Ember's dad gave that to her! We can't just let him have it!"

[Assistant]
Selena the Bayleaf and Ember the Quilava[Folio Town - Town Square]

@Light Lord
Her foe quickly dodged her Ember Attack, and suddenly in a flash of light Ember collapsed to the ground in pain as the assailant ran off with her bag. She was winded, and boy did that blow hurt. She curled up, Selena running over to her side. "Ember!" She said, looking over her friend. "Ugh, I'll be... okay, just give me... a minute." She said, slowly getting her breath back and recovering from the blow.

Selena looked over to Devon and Lilisette. "You two... go on ahead, catch that guy... I'll stay back here with Ember, we'll catch up with you. Hurry, before that crook gets away!" She said, giving Devon and Lilisette a look that she'd never given anyone before, one filled with will and determination.

[User]
Devon the Totodile[Folio Town - Town Sqaure]

@Shiny Keldeo
Devon was just about to run off after the thieving weasel, but only got a few steps away before Selena cried out for Ember. Whipping back around to look at the pained Quilava. Reaching a claw out, worry washed over his face. "Are you sure? How hard did he hit you...?"

Selena brought the Totodile back to reality, and reminded him that he had a thief to chase. Face scrunching up into a serious visage, the human-turned-Pokémon gave a thumb up at the Bayleef and turned to Lilisette with a grin. "No problem. Let's go take down that thief Lilisette!"

With that said, the two blue mon took off down the street after the Weavile at full tilt as a few more civilians gathered around the injured Ember and determined Bayleef.

Raiden the Feraligatr[Folio Town - Town Sqaure]

Raiden watched the scene unfold from a distance. The towering mon able to see over top of the crowds and catch most of the exchange between Devon`s team and the thief. His sharp eyes darted to the rapidly fleeing Sharp Claw Pokémon and he let out a grunt. Alright guys.....He took something important to you.....What are you gonna do about it? Then he caught sight of Devon and Lilisette sprinting off in chase of the Weavile. A small smirk spread over the Feraligatr's large maw. Seen that one coming....

Head turning to look to the left of the building he was leaning against, the Water giant whispered. "Zeke, you're on spy duty again. Go follow that Kirlia and the Totodile. I want to see where this goes."

"#&!"

A small, bug eyed creature floated out from behind the blue roof and did a little spin. It's two stubby arms jutting out from it's flat round body wiggling a bit. Winking at the Big Jaw Pokémon, the creature darted high up into the leaves above Folio's streets in pursuit of the two kids.

[Assistant]
Lilisette the Kirlia[Folio Town - Town Square]

Lord@Shiny Keldeo
Knowing how important such a keepsake was, Lilisette hadn't even considered that the thief may have injured Ember. All that mattered was retrieving the young Quilava's cherished memento. Taking a brief moment to look back, she noticed that Devon was lagging behind. "Hurry up Slowpoke! We can't just let that jerkface steal Ember's bag!"

Blinking around to dodge the rather thick crowd, the Kirlia furrowed her brows as it seemed that she was hardly making any progress. Is this thief a Rapidash? How am I supposed to catch up to him!?

Looking back to her partner she called out, "Can you hit him with your puke-water!? Or is that too far?"

Rhys the Chimecho, Robel the Heliolisk, and Zihark the Mienshao[Folio Town - Rhys' Clinic]

Lord
From within the building, the Chimecho called out, "Coming! ... Coming..." Some noises could be heard in the background, some clanging before the cleric appeared at the door. "Glyph! It's a pleasure. I take it you were here for Robel? He seems to be feeling much better, actually. His friend came by to see him, so that's rather nice I think."

With a warm smile, Rhys guided Glyph into one of the back-most private rooms. Once inside, a taller Mienshao stood over the wounded Heliolisk (though everyone in the room would be dwarfed by the Guild Leader). Sitting up, the Heliolisk looked over Glyph for a few moments, a strange expression upon his visage. Averting his gaze, he finally spoke up, "...it would seem I made you worry. Apologies."

Chiming over, Rhys looked over his patient. "He's actually quite free to leave the clinic now, if you wish for him to return to the Guild. I only ask that you force him to rest for a few days before allowing him on his next mission."

The Mienshao would remain quiet, though he'd give a welcoming nod to the Flygon.

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Devon the Totodile and Nameless Thief Weavile[Folio Town - Town Square→Residential District]

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Sprinting as fast as his stubby legs could take him, Devon called ahead as he dodged the many much taller Pokémon in the crowd. "Not everyone has stilts for legs and can short range teleport ya know! I'm going as fast as I can!"

Lilisette gave a suggestion. Weather he could take advantage of it was a different issue. "I don't got a shot!" Ducking under someone's extremely fluffy tail, the Totodile finally broke free of the crowd as the duo trailed the thief into the Residential District. With a clear shot of the fleeing Weavile, he grinned and drifted his direction to line himself up with the weasel's back. Now I do.

Drawing in a breath and reeling his head back, [DEVON used WATER GUN!] Throwing it forwards to release a powerful stream of clear water towards the Weavile.

Looking over his shoulder at his unwanted guests, the Weavile rolled his eyes. "Aw, cute. The little Water-type did a Water Gun! Don't you feel special? Pfft. Try this one kid." Spinning around to run backwards and opening his maw to display a frosty white orb, [NAMELESS THIEF used ICE BEAM!] A blue and white icy beam blasted out of the cat's mouth and straight towards Devon's Water Gun. The two attacks intercepted, causing Devon's stream to freeze solid in a matter of seconds before uselessly falling to the ground and shattering.

The failure of his move caused Devon to grumble as he hopped and danced around to avoid the ice chunks in his path. "Well crap." Still running after the thief and somewhat gaining up as the icy mon's Quick Seed had worn off, Devon turned his attention back to Lilisette. Face twisting in alarm. "Lilisette! Watch out!"

[NAMELESS THIEF used ICE BEAM!] Once again as the beam headed this time for the Kirlia's feet. Intent to get at least one of the annoying children off his ass.

Glyph the Flygon[Folio Town - Rhys' Clinic]

Taking his cap off and holding it under his shoulder, the Guildmaster followed the Chimecho inside and tilted his head. "It is indeed. Though I wonder who?"

His question was soon answered in the form of a Mienshao, which only served to give Glyph more questions. But still, he gave a polite bow. I don't believe I've ever seen them before...Though they are apparently Robel's friend?

Walking slowly over to the injured reptile, the Flygon chuckled and put a claw on Robel's shoulder while giving him a warm smile. "You have, and once again your hasty actions led you astray. That said, it does not change the fact that I am happy to see you are alright Robel."

Panning his head to look over Rhys, Glyph nodded. "Of course. He will be off duty for at least a week. Thank you so much Rhys, truly."

Turning back to the Heliolisk on the table, the Dragon smiled. "Now, let's get you home you foolish Heliolisk. I know you wouldn't want to miss tonight's dinner. Are you able to walk by yourself?"

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Lilisette the Kirlia[Folio Town - Town Square]

Lord@Shiny Keldeo
As the Ice Beam headed for Devon, the Kirlia cried out, "Look out!" Thankfully, it seemed it only neutralized his attack, causing the Totodile no damage. Feeling confident once again, she rushed off as fast as her legs could carry her towards the Weavile. Seeing the thief ready another attack, Lilisette momentarily panicked. Ack! What can I do!?

A few seconds too late, the Kirlia blinked forward. Once she re-materialized, she fell flat on her face, the bottom of her legs being bound together. "You can't be serious! Where's Ember when you need her." Crying out as loudly as she could, she screamed for her companion, "EMBER! I REALLY NEED YOUR HELP."

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Selena the Bayleef and Ember the Quilava[Folio Town - Town Square]

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Selena watched over her friend as she laid there, getting her breath back. The fire type's ears suddenly perked up when they picked up a scream from farther down the path.

"EMBER! I REALLY NEED YOUR HELP."

Her eyes opened in an instant, and she pushed herself to her feet. "Did you... hear that? That... that was Lilisette!" She said, looking over to Selena. "You sure you can go?" She asked with a spot of worry on her face. Ember nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine... catch up, I'm gonna take off down there." She said, getting into a sprinting pose. She then took off down the street using [QUICK ATTACK], finally catching up to where the blue Kirlia was frozen to the ground.

"Hang on, I'll get you loose!" She said. [Ember used EMBER!] The hot embers quickly melted through the ice holding her down. "Sorry that took so long, now let's go get this guy!" She said, looking back and seeing Selena catching up quite quickly. "Which... which way... did he go?" Asked Selena, panting a bit and catching her breath.

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Rhys the Chimecho, Robel the Heliolisk, and Zihark the Mienshao[Folio Town - Rhys' Clinic]

Lord
At Glyph's words, the Heliolisk immediately averted his gaze, merely giving a small grunt in acknowledgement. Picking himself from the bed, he let out a grumble, "...I'll be fine to walk myself." Limping, Robel made his way out of the clinic.

Rhys gave a small wave with his tiny arms, chiming happily at Glyph's reassurance. "I'm glad to hear it. Please do keep an eye on him, though!"

Closing his eyes, Robel let out a sigh, "...I appreciate you came to see me, however. Before I retire, there is something important I must tell you." Glancing over at the Mienshao, for a brief moment, he paused before speaking once more, "...I believe I told you the purpose of my mission before I departed. I... discovered our town's sacred protector. Or rather, his remains. There is something dangerous down beneath the roots..."

With a small nod, the previously silent Mienshao spoke up, "...I too saw the remains with my own eyes. Something strong must have taken him down. If I were to guess, it was something not native to Folio."


[System]
Age:
15

Gender:
Female

Personality:
Megan is an outgoing friendly sort of individual. She's eager to make new friends and likes talking to people. She tends to put a lot of effort into things she cares about and she cares about things rather easily. Megan can seem a little thoughtless at times but she's more than willing to make up for up in sheer vigor and of course she's always up for a challenge, preferring winning to losing, because who doesn't?

History:
Megan's family is fairly well off, certainly enough so that Megan wasn't wanting for anything. Her vibrant personality and natural athletics allowed her to make friends easily. However she was mostly unfamiliar with the world of Yu-Gi-Oh until several of her friends started playing with each other. Megan learned from them and devolved a keen interest in the game, as the aspects of both skill and luck appealed to her, along with everyone having their own unique style of dueling. So she convinced her parents to get her sent to a dusty old duel academy so she could, quote "git gud".

Favorite Card/Archetype or theme:
Warriors

Chosen courses:
Action Special Summon

Current Dorm:
Earth

Chosen Structure Deck:
Warriors Triumph

Monsters

x1 Gilford the Legend 1
x1 Warrior Lady of the Wasteland 2
x1 Dark Blade 3
x1 Goblin Attack Force 4
x1 Gearfried the Iron Knight 6
x1 Swift Gaia the Fierce Knight 7
x1 Obnoxious Celtic Guard 8
x1 Command Knight 9
x1 Marauding Captain 10
x1 Exiled Force 11
x1 D.D. Warrior Lady 12
x1 Doomcalibur Knight 13
x1 Mystic Swordsman LV4 15
x1 Mystic Swordsman LV6 16
x1 Ninja Grandmaster Sasuke 17
x1 Gearfried the Swordmaster 18
x1 Twin Sword Marauder 19
x1 Armed Samurai - Ben Kei 20
x1 Freed the Matchless General 21

Spells

x1 Divine Sword - Phoenix Blade 22
x1 Lightning Blade 23
x1 Mystical Space Typhoon 24
x2 Reinforcement of the Army 25 32
x1 The Warrior Returning Alive 26
x1 Fusion Sword Murasame Blade 27
x1 Wicked-Breaking Flamberge - Baou 28
x1 Fairy of the Spring 29
x1 Axe of Despair 30
x1 Lightning Vortex 31
x1 Swords of Revealing Light 33
x1 Ekibyo Drakmord 34
x1 Release Restraint 35
x1 Solidarity 36

Traps
x1 Fiendish Chain 37
x1 Magic Jammer 38
x1 Royal Decree 39
x1 Soul Drain 40
x1 Torrential Tribute 14
x1 Compulsory Evacuation Device 5
Monsters
x1 Gilford the Legend
x1 Warrior Lady of the Wasteland
x1 Dark Blade
x1 Goblin Attack Force
x1 Gearfried the Iron Knight
x1 Swift Gaia the Fierce Knight
x1 Obnoxious Celtic Guard
x1 Command Knight
x1 Marauding Captain
x1 Exiled Force
x1 D.D. Warrior Lady
x1 Mataza the Zapper
x1 Mystic Swordsman LV2
x1 Mystic Swordsman LV4
*x1 Mystic Swordsman LV6
x1 Ninja Grandmaster Sasuke
x1 Gearfried the Swordmaster
x1 Armed Samurai - Ben Kei

Spells

x1 Divine Sword - Phoenix Blade
x1 Snatch Steal(Banned) Enemy Controller
x1 Mystical Space Typhoon
x1 Sharpened Blades
x1 Lightning Blade
x1 Malevolent catastrophe
x2 Reinforcement of the Army
x1 The Warrior Returning Alive
x1 Fusion Sword Murasame Blade
x1 Wicked-Breaking Flamberge - Baou
x1 Fairy of the Spring
x2 Reload
x1 Lightning Vortex
x1 Swords of Concealing Light
x1 Release Restraint

Traps
x1 Telekinetic Power Well
x1 Solidarity
x1 Magic Jammer
x1 Royal Decree
x1 Blast with Chain

@Eklispe Gachi Gachi Gantetsu x 2
Goblin Attack Force
Pixie Ring x 2
Twin-Sword Marauder x 3
Zaborg the Thunder Monarch
Horn of the Unicorn
Cyber Dragon
Possessed Dark Soul
Soul Exchange
Forbidden Chalice
Charcoal Inpachi
Chaos Necromancer
Shield Crush x 2
Prideful Roar
Burden of the Mighty x 2
Wind-Up Soldier
Mad Reloader
Metal Reflect Slime x 2
Mysterious Guard
The Calculator
Morphing Jar x 2 (Banned)
Raigeki (Banned)
Super Conductor Tyranno x 2
Dark Ruler Ha Des
Twin-Headed Behemoth
Torrential Tribute x 2
Freed the Matchless General x 2
Shine Knight
Axe of Despair
Fighting Spirit x 2
Gene-Warped Warwolf
Makyura the Destructor (Banned)
Swords of Revealing Light
Skill Successor
Yaksha
Gagaga Magician
Vortex Trooper
Power Frame
Beast King Barbaros
Shield Warrior
Different Dimension Gate x 2
Card Trooper
Fabled Raven
Doomcaliber Knight
Solemn Judgment (Banned)
Offerings to the Doomed
Chainsaw Insect
Tragoedia
Compulsory Evacuation Device
Ante
Hedge Guard x 2
Mobius the Frost Monarch
Half or Nothing
Hardened Armed Dragon
Skull Archfiend of Lightning
Fiendish Chain
Botanical Lion
Level Eater
Scroll of Bewitchment
Fairy Guardian x 2
Melchid the Four-Face Beast
Grand Tiki Elder x 2
Spirit Message "A" x 2
Destiny Board
Miracle Dig
Flying Fish
Blind Destruction
Fire Sorcerer
The Portrait's Secret
Ekibyo Drakmord
Spirit of Flames
Shining Abyss
Spherous Lady

Chronomaly Pyramid Eye Tablet x 2
Trance the Magic Swordsman
Compulsory Escape Device x 2
Gagagarush
Spellbook of Wisdom
Sishunder
Charioteer of Prophecy
Ninjitsu Art of Shadow Sealing
Little Trooper
Where Arf Thou?
Heroic Challenger - Spartan
Amores of Prophecy
Photon Caesar
Dust Knight
Spellbook of Power
Chronomaly Mayan Machine x 3
Impenetrable Attack
Chronomaly Moai
Strength of Prophecy
Atlantean Attack Squad x 2
Uniflora, Mystical Beast of the Forest
Mahunder
Heroic Chance
Three of a Kind
Xyz Soul
Catapult Zone
Madolche Chateau
Block Golem
Soul Drain
Generation Force
Fairy King Albverdich
15 base
A win in a standard duel will give 30 points.
A loss in a standard duel will give 15 points.
Won 1 duel against CAmyrn, lost 3
Getting 40 points of Battle Pack: Epic Dawn and 20 points of Labyrinth of Nightmare. Spent 60 points
Points: 0

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Megan woke up to the screaming of some infernal demon that caused her to roll out of bed startled and promptly slam onto the floor. "Ow" She muttered to herself. What a great way to start off her day. Still rubbing her head Megan slowly got dressed and made her way outside. At least the uniforms weren't too bad, she would've liked to wear sweatpants and was debating the merit of disobedience but figured it wasn't worth getting in trouble on the first day. Following the instructions she arrived at the cafeteria via the elevator rather quickly. It looked like they had bread, bread, and... more bread.

 Goody, at least there was milk. Megan grabbed a couple slices of bread and a glass of milk before grabbing a seat and glancing at her red duel tranciever as she ate. They were supposed to get their lessons through this? Did they still like, go to classes and have teachers? On the other hand it might be fun not having to sit in a stifling classroom. Megan wondered what action dueling would be like, hopefully she'd be a little better at it than standard dueling, being a track star didn't exactly help in a game of strategy and luck.

[Assistant]
Last night

"Bloody hell, this guy talks a lot. Still, he's not actually that bad." Camryn thought. "Y'know, Ben, I think we could be pretty good friends. For now, though, I'm gonna go set all my stuff down and explore the school a bit. See ya later!" And with that, she left Ben's dorm room, suitcase trailing behind.

...A few seconds later, she stuck her head back through the door and said "Sorry about my leaving kinda abruptly. I do want to be friends with you, honestly. I just want to find other people to be friends with too. Have a nice day!". Kinda cheesy, but oh well. She figured it'd get the message across well enough. Then she left for real, suitcase bumping along behind her.

Her room turned out to be pretty nice, though the bed was a bit creaky. She tossed her suitcase down, set out an outfit for the next day - A dark blue NASA shirt, another pair of jeans, and a school uniform - and, upon flopping onto her bed belly-first, realized she was incredibly tired. "Must've been the flight over. I've been jet lagged." She muttered groggily. Exploring the school would have to wait; right now she was utterly bushed. She crawled under the sheets and fell asleep almost immediately.

This morning

"EVERYBODY GET UP!!"

"GAAGH, JESUS-" *thump*

Camryn was just in the middle of an amazing dream about being aboard the ISS when some screeching asshole decided to make himself known in her room. She tumbled to the floor, sheets twisted around her. She flailed blindly as she tried to remove the sheets, yelling all the while. "WHO THE FU- oh." As she managed to lift the comforter from her face, she realized that nobody else was in her room. She did manage to catch the intercom announcement, though. She spent a frantic few minutes trying to find her Duel Tranciever, before realizing it was still in her pocket. She changed clothes, making sure to transfer her Tranciever to her other pants, and went down to get some breakfast.

"Let's see... bread, bread, bread, toast, jam, jelly, peanut butter, marmalade... Not a lot of choices, are there." She ended up grabbing two slices of toast, a mug of coffee (with as much sugar and cream as she could fit without it being sweet sludge), and some strawberry jam, then went to find a table to sit down at. She ended up next a girl with bright red hair. Between crunchy bites of jam-covered toast, Camryn asked her "So what's your name?"

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Leander lazily opened his eyes when the loud announcement came through. He was used to loud announcements from his family to wake up, and although this one was much louder than his family, he didn't mind it too much. Flipping over onto his stomach and crawling on his bed over to his deck, he picked up the D-ceiver to look at the time. Too early, Leander thought as he pushed away the sheets and got up from the bed. Yawning loudly, he went to the sink to get ready for the day.

Leander put on one of the Light blazers above his black-and-blue pajamas, placed the D-ceiver into a pocket, and went outside, still half-asleep. He began to make his way to the cafeteria to get some much-needed breakfast. Leander hoped that there would be something good. Leander then spotted someone, and decided to make his first friend here (or at least try to).

"Hi!" Leander said to Shinrei with a goofy smile on his face. "Great first day here, am I right?"

[Assistant] Ben had woken up earlier and had left school grounds temporarily. He had decided to get his morning workouts in before class started. He needed to keep his body in shape after all. He was covered in sweat from head to toe when he finally got back to his room in his old school track suit. It was a bit tight now but it still fit the bill and he was glad he managed to get everything clean. He took a sip of his water from a bottle he had brought with him and then sealed it and threw it down onto his bed. Lucky for him his thing was vacuum sealed. However before he could even get out of his current clothes he was awakened by the sound of someone barking at him to get get food. Well hey it wasn't going to be good for him if he missed out on breakfast. He quickly threw on his uniform and left it unbuttoned and grabbed his duel disk but didn't attach it instead he carried it with him and left his deck in his deck box. Running out of his room he somehow ended running into his little posse. "Hey sir want to go get lunch together?" asked Henry as the others nodded at him as Ben smiled and shook his head. "Sorry guys I'm going to have to leave that for tomorrow. I'm just going to go and grab some food then meet up with some other dormies. But hey if we got time I'll chill with you guys later. Now come on we can still walk together." Ben said as he led his group to the cafeteria as he watched other Wind Dorm guys and girls mope and groan about the time and waking up while others like him were prepared. He would cheer them up if it wasn't for the fact his stomach demanded food. Ben's belly groaned as he blushed and ushered them quicker towards the food court.

[User] Megan looked up from her D-ceiver in surprise. She'd anticipated eating alone again, maybe this would a chance to make a new friend. "Megan.", it looked like the girl was a wind dorm. Someone else better than her, this time Megan wouldn't make the mistake of asking for help. "Your entry duel must've been pretty good to have gotten wind. What deck are you using?" Megan asked curiously very aware of her own earth uniform. Maybe if she could look at a bunch of decks from people who placed higher than her she could learn how to fix her own deck. It was worth a shot at least. As Megan took a quick glance at the other girl, she saw that the other girl wasn't wearing a skirt. Megan would have to see if she got in trouble or not. Hopefully they could wear shorts or pants without getting punished, skirts sucked for doing... anything really.


[System]
Age: 19

Gender: Male

Species: Human

Type of Hunter: Werewolf (Is armed with a bolt-action Remington Model 700 and two 9mm Berettas).

Time He's Been Hunting: 2 months

History: Ryan spent most of his life just skating by, just barely making it through middle and high school. The only thing he was ever really good at was shooting, a skill his dad, the local sheriff of their hometown, taught him at a very young age. Unable to get a job or go to college, Ryan was desperate. One fateful day, he applied for a job at a random chain restaurant. The interviewer, looking at the pitiful resume in his hands, told Ryan that he couldn't give him the job. Ryan asked the interviewer if he had any suggestions for any place he could get a job. The interviewer jokingly replied, "You could always become a werewolf hunter." Ryan, not knowing he was joking, quickly left, sold what little he had for guns and ammo, and went out searching the good ol' U.S. of A. for lycanthropes. He has yet to actually find one. As you can probably tell, Ryan is, for lack of a better word, an idiot. On the bright side though, he's friendly and kind to others, even if they're strangers. Then again, those aren't really the best traits to have in his line of work.

Reason for Joining: He has been having difficulty finding any werewolves to hunt so he's seeking out professional training.

Arrived: Just now.

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"Ooh, you're a big girl aren't ya'?" Ryan said now that she had gotten closer. He was suddenly startled by the sound of ringing bells, his attention soon taken off of Acacia and toward town hall. Seems they want everyone to gather up. He turned back to the "dog" he had been previously talking to, Ryan had still not realized his mistake even after she exited the bushes and allowed him to get a better look at her. "Come on, girl. If you've got an owner, I'm sure we'll find them. If not, maybe I can keep ya'," Ryan said cheerfully as he made his way to what he assumed to be the group's improvised headquarters.

Opening the door to let Acacia enter first, always the gentleman that Ryan, the red-haired young man entered afterward and took a seat on one of the benches in the middle of the rows, next to the walkway. First, he took in his surroundings. Besides himself and the lycanthrope-girl beside him, the only person in the town hall was the man that had called them here and had met him at the edge of town. What was his name, again? William, right? Ryan then turned toward Acacia. Seeing such a cute animal, yes he apparently found wolves to be cute, he had to fight the urge to begin petting and scratching behind her ears by sitting on his hands. Even though she had followed him inside, he wasn't completely oblivious to the fact that she had bared her teeth at him when he first approached her. Ryan had the suspicion that Acacia would most likely bite his hand off he tried to touch her now.

[Assistant] Henryk's attention was caught by the bell ringing on the town hall. He'd since stopped watching the Red haired boy and the wolf and kept an eye on the tree line but now he picked his axe back up and brought it up over his shoulder and made his way to the large building in the center of town. He entered just after Ryan and Acacia, though instead of taking a seat in the middle he took up a spot at the back of the room, somewhere he could see everyone when the meeting started. He set his axe back down beside him, leaning it on the wall and doing the same with his weathered-looking blunderbuss before leaning back in the chair and waiting for everyone to gather.

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Ivory wasn't sure how much time had passed since she came inside the bar, but it was long enough to allow her to drift off to sleep for a short while without her even realizing it. However, the sound of a bell rang through the small village, instantly waking the light sleeper up. The sudden noise undoubtedly startled her, but it only took a few moments for her to regain her composure and get to her feet. It was safe to assume that the ringing was the cue that the meeting was about to start.

After grabbing her crossbow and calling Tikaani to her side, she began the short trip to the town hall.

Once she had opened the doors and stepped inside she observed those that had already gathered in the room. Of course, the first to catch her eye was the canine, which she immediately scowled at. It didn't take an expert to figure out that it wasn't someone's pet. The fact that Tikaani had begun growling only supported her assumption. Not wanting to cause a scene, especially in front of a group that undoubtedly had other beasts in it, she whispered a word of reassurance to her companion and beckoned him over to one of the far walls and took a seat near the edge.

[Assistant]
"I've returned brother! You will pay!" "Do your worst Egbert!" Flames erupted around the hall. James Pitt raised his hands and tendrils made of blood shot out of his wrists. "You fall here!" More flame, loud noises of tendril striking ground, blood splattering on the walls. Egbert fell to the ground, his flamethrower slamming into it as well, letting out it's last light, before the propane tank exploded, fire erupting from it in a fantastic fireball. Egbert flew into a wall back first, coughing up blood and bone. He sat on the ground for a second, coughing from the smoke and from the bone lodged deeply in his heart. He stumbled to his feet, smoke and fire ravaging the once beautiful and elegant manor. Then a wave of flaming liquid flew from the inferno, transforming into a flaming aberration that once was James Pitt. Egbert couldn't even react before his saber buried itself in his chest. Egbert coughed up blood, staring into the eye sockets that once held James' eyes, traitor's eyes, bastard's eyes. James lifted Egbert by the throat, and drew the saber loose from Egbert's rib-cage, the grind of sword against blood filling the room. He let out a deafening screech, the sound of a true terror of the night, like a dying animal mixed with true, unadulterated anger. James held for one second longer, and decapitated Egbert with a stroke so fast that he couldn't even scream. Egbert's arms fell limp, James dropping him to the ground with a thump, his head rolled to James' feet. James collected Egbert's head in his hand, held it to the sky and let out the screech of a dead soul before the manor collapsed on top of him.

Egbert awoke, flinging himself up into a sit. He raked his hands through what little hair he had left, his hands rejoining on his nose, he rubbed his face vigorously for a few seconds before he heard a ringing. Egbert stood up and grabbed all of his things, he looked out the window to see the other hunters coalescing at the town hall. He looked at a clock on the wall, it somehow still was running after so long of the house being abandoned, just a few minutes after he fell asleep. Egbert sighed, and then threw on his coat, strapping his things to himself, before walking out of the door to the town hall.

Egbert arrived at the town hall, and immediately he felt a surge of... something upon seeing Henryk, he didn't know why. Shrugging, he decided to speak to the old lycan, something interested him about the man. He walked over to where Henryk was sitting and dropped his jacket at the lycan's feet. "That was to get your attention, I have no ambition of sleeping with you this fine night, I just wanted to ask you a few questions." Egbert said, crossing his arms, an action that was made harder by the amount of weaponry strapped to him.

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As the new voice pierced the quiet of the night, Roze turned swiftly, her eyes doing a small double-take at the appearance of the young man before her. He didn't look to be any older than herself, but as for his species... he didn't have any characteristics of a Lycan or a Vampire... but, shit, he wasn't a regular old human.

"...I'm Roze." She said after a moment of hesitation, turning fully to face Rowan. He had a hint of a foreign accent about him, and seemed to be rather chipper for a hunter. Roze unfolded her arms casually, placing a hand on her hip. She'd prefer to have her hands free around strangers - far easier to go for a knife when you haven't tangled yourself up.

"Yeah, I just arrived. This place sure is..." She trailed off, glancing around at the dilapidated housing. "...cosy." She finally said with a smile. Well, at the very least she could say that she'd stayed in worse places.
Absent-mindedly rubbing her bare neck - the scars always seemed to ache somewhat in cold weather - she glanced up as the tolling of a bell sounded from the center of the community.

"Gods, I hope that's a dinner bell." She muttered hopefully, stomach growling as if to accentuate her words. Looking back at Rowan, she gave him another smile. "Care to accompany me to the town hall? I'm better company than some of the other things I've seen running about this place."

[Assistant] Henryk's gaze lingered on Ivory and her hound as they entered and followed them till they took a spot off to the side. Shortly after his attention was drawn around to Egbert as he dropped a jacket at his feet. He looked up at the weapon-clad hunter as he spoke and folded his arms across his chest before responding "If your questions pertain as to what we will be doing or why we are doing it you're best off asking William. other than that i suppose you could ask me whatever's on your mind. but i'll not guarantee an answer." @bluetommy2

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As the last of the hunters entered town hall, William cleared his throat for the news he was about to give. "Thank you all for joining us tonight," he began. "Recently, there has been a major decline in Night Hunters and, regardless of whether you've noticed it yourself or not, most night spawn have. Activity has gone through the roof and the Night Hunters are spread too thin to deal with it. That's where we come in. I left the Night Hunters because they refused to let this plan pass, but this a war and they can't fight it on their own. They need allies and that's all the more proven by this letter here," the worn hunter said as he lifted up one of the papers that he had been staring at not too long ago, bringing it to the attention of everyone in the room. "Despite the number of people who disagreed with me, there are a few smart men in that organization. This is a scouting report of a forest not too far from here. There was a fairly large cabin found out there in the middle of nowhere, and it was littered with human remains. Upon closer inspection, the scouts realized that the cabin's occupants were necromancers. Ill-equipped and outnumbered, the scouts returned back only to be told to 'let the situation handle itself.' Basically, wait and hope for the best. With how much magic was detected in that area though, the only thing that will come out of this are the deaths of a lot of innocent people. We can't let that happen. They'll have the advantage if we attack at night, so we leave tomorrow before dawn. That way, we arrive just as the sun is beginning to rise. Now everybody find a place to rest for tonight. Dismissed," he finished, walking away from the podium and to his own claimed sleeping quarters. Let's hope they can put their differences aside long enough for me to get a good night's sleep. I can already tell there might be trouble brewing between some of them.

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Ryan listened to William's speech with apt attention. The young man felt like he was about to go on a mission to save the world from complete annihilation. This... is going to be... soooo epic! It was once the veteran hunter had told everyone to leave that Ryan realized that his leg had been bouncing up and down with excitement for almost the entire time. Oops. Hope no one found that irritating or anything. Rising from his seat, he let out a loud yawn while making several very exaggerated stretches. The young hunter began to walk towards the aisle to leave until he noticed Acacia still sitting next to him. "Hey girl, want to head to my truck and sleep with me? It's probably a lot more comfortable than some rotting, wooden buildings. Soft chairs and everything. Even got blankets," he told her excitedly while kneeling down in front of her so he'd be at eye level. Wait, she's a dog. She probably doesn't even understand what I'm saying. He shrugged before getting back to his feet. Oh well, hopefully she'll follow. As Ryan walked into the frigid air outside, he let out a small chuckle. Funny. If she was a human girl, what I said would've been interpreted completely differently. Hehe. Like I'd ever have the courage to ask that of a real girl... or the douchebag-like personality as well.