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"I want to live my way."

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Character Sheet

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Age: 18 Human Years
Race: Human.

Equipment | x1 Black Tunic, x1 Black Trousers, x1 Brown Leather Belt, x2 Black Leather Boots, x1 Brown Coat, x1 Iron Sword, x1 Buckler, x1 Obsidian Pendent,

Personality | Nove Tatra is a warm-hearted youth who takes to individuals rather quickly. While not much of a conversationalist himself, he is willing, nay, eager to listen to the issues of others. His kindness tends to extends to not only humans but greatly to animals and other living things as well. Beyond this, Nove is forthright in most situations, reserving the option to fib for only the extreme. He finds it complex and tedious to keep up with falsehoods, thus revealing his simplicity. His intelligence is below-average due to his distaste for over-thinking. He, however, has balanced this out by sharping his instincts in the wild during hunts. Courageous and stubborn tendencies has earned him the moniker "Beast". If one was to factor in his impulsiveness being the door to new outcomes during desperate situations, he could aptly be called "The Beast of Possibilities". (Do it. Someone call him this please.)

(+ warm-hearted, + honest, + courageous, - simple, - stubborn, - impulsive)

History | Nove was born into a declining, cliff-side, village named: Farfall. Life was "normal" until his fifth year approached. With promises of seeing him again, his mother left with the essentials to adventure. His father, who despised her for it, constantly put down the choice; saying "Life is meant to live. All that woman will get is an early grave." Afterwards, his father became the timid drunk of the village. Townsfolk came to the home demanding payment from bets and tavern owners came to collect on bills. Before long, Nove had become the parent. But he was not fairing too well in that endeavor, his mind was too clouded with fanciful journey's and heroic titles.

Oddly enough, it also became apparent that as quickly as the man's debts would arise they become null. When he turned thirteen he discovered how his father performed the "magic". Over the years his mother, who held the beautiful name: Skova Tatra, had been sending them currency. He smelled the scent of a storm on the parchment, which left him baffled. Once his father had discovered Nove with the letter, he flew off into a rage and sent him to his brother's outpost to become a squire.

It was there at Talon Haven that Novella Tatra refined his knowledge of the blade. At the age of eighteen he returned to his hometown only to learn that his father had been ill for weeks. He spoke to his father, who left him with a choice on his deathbed. Either live a normal life, free of danger but filled with boredom, or become an adventurer and seek out his mother. His last words were both freeing and endearing.

"Follow your heart, Nove. Go to her, go to Apothicus. You were never like me and always like her... Live my boy."

Guild Ranking: Wood.

Misc: For reasons currently unknown, Novella is noticeably stronger than the average human. Physicians believe that his muscular system is more flexible and quicker to strengthen. He is also keen on animals and tends to befriend them quicker than he does people. Beyond this, his eyesight is a tad bit better than most but only marginally in the grand scheme of the species.

Goals: To find his mother and discover the other side of his heritage. However small or large the rift may be, he wishes to discover if he truly wants to live as his father or as his mother.

[User]
Grendrick took charge right away, just as Marianne had expected. It was either him or Siph really. No one else seemed to be the leader type.

His speech however was interrupted with the fact that Fariha was still asleep as she rode on Siph's bear. She couldn't help to chuckle at the comical scene.

After Fariha returned to the waking realm. Grendrick continued his explanation. He ordered her to stay back and be the support role. Well, that was her plan from the start. There was no way she could fight in the front line. She would just get murdered in seconds. Her beetle armor was only there as an emergency, in case of some stray arrow heading towards her.

And she had no idea why he even brought up her gender.

Grendrick's plan was that of a direct attack. Marianne could get behind that, as long as there was someone in the front to tank for her.

But before that, he would execute his own "personal tactic" first.

To her surprise, Grendrick just ran like that to the enemy, sprinting on all fours as he employed his lycan nature. His speed was certainly impressive and his leap also.

And then, his howl. Even from that distance, Marianne could feel terror seeping through her heart, her lungs, and her bones. Her insects also felt it, as they became unruly underneath her dress.

Truly it was a powerful howl.

[Assistant]
In her deep slumber, her consciousness was brought down into the depths of her soul where the spirits resided. "Aah, I never thought that you'd meet the legendary Denmother, my child." The five said in unison as the clambered onto Fariha's 'body'. As usual, the five spirits moved and spoke as one, which to Fariha was kind of amusing. The Five wore the form of small human forms the size of one's hand; these forms were vague with little to no detail other than their colours and large white eyes.
"To encounter and even sleep upon such a figure brings great joy to us spirits and it will bring great fortune to you and your clan. Consider yourself blessed." they continued in a happy tone, her eyes flicking to each of the spirits, responding with a warm, cheerful smile.

A strange sensation flowed through the elf's body, the spirits shivered slightly as it passed.
"We have entered the rift. It's time to wake up now, child." They said simply, sending her consciousness back to the surface.

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Fariha woke up with a start as the Lupine shook her. She immediately grabbed her bow and nocked an arrow out of instinct, aiming it around the her in a frenzy. The circles on her hand lit up once more, washing a pale aura over her. She blinked a few times, loosening the tension on her string. The young elf looked at Grendrick, feeling quite embarrassed, "U-uhh, sorry? haha.." She responded awkwardly as she hopped down from the Denmother. She really wanted to go back to sleep, but she fought the urge to climb back on and do so. There was work to do. She probably wouldn't be able to anyway, with the strong smell of death and Skaven around.

The wood elf quietly listened to the Lupine's plan. It was sound.. Or at least in her opinion. She watched the Lupine charge only to stop and let out a mighty howl, one that even the bravest of hunters couldn't withstand. Had Grendrick been her enemy, she may have paralysed in fear. She closed her eyes and braced herself as if wading through harsh winds, calming her mind as the howl shook her very bones. She knew what he was doing, so it was time for her to do her part. She waited for a moment before opening her eyes, following the path of the Lupine, her feet nimbly skipping over the dead bodies and sprawled limbs with ease. She stopped a fair distance away from the combat, pulling back an arrow. She waited for movement, her arrow ready to fire.

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Gormarr had finished with his wine by the time Siph had arrive to collected them. Quickly disposing of the empty wine before he followed the group into the hall. Entering into the tower the orc was impressed by the display of power the tower had inside of it. He ignore the stares he was receiving from some of the other adventures as the group approach the main crystal.

Dropping off the shard with the dwarf Gormarr jumped into the portal. Emerging on the battlefield Gormarr took a deep breath as he looked over the carnage as the dwarfs fought the Skaven. "Bloody rats," Gormarr murmurer to himself as he glared at the Skaven. The orc listen to the plan that Grendrick had. Not finding any faults in the werewolf's plan he prepared himself for the coming battle as Grendrick bounded off towards the fight. The orc could feel the the power in the howl that Grendrick in his bones causing him to shout a warcry as he hosted his ax into the air.

[Assistant]
@Rekaigan@Hammerman@ManoftheNorth@Renny@Roughdragon1@berd@Ptolemy

The howl was effective to an extreme. The moment it echoed from the lupines maw and into the ears of its intended the response was immediate. By their very nature, Skaven were cowards. Only in giant numbers with clear advantage would they ever press on any kind of advantage against a resilient foe like their ancestral enemy, the Dwarf. One bearded folk was equal to 3 skaven in terms of ferocity and guile. Had it not been for their poisons and overwhelming numbers they would surely have died out centuries ago.
Each and every last rat man screeched and shouted in their gutteral tongue as the rat pack began to flee in every direction but only ended up tangling or trampling their allies in a scurry of frenzied motion.

From the iron circle, the shields blossomed out at the sound of what they had suspected to be a rat ogre of some kind. A large dwarf with a salt and pepper beard stretching down and tucked into his belt buckle, roared the battle cry of the mountains and levied his crossbow at the threat as his wall of steel scattered like petals on the wind. Axes and swords began to swing at the rats.. and the Lycans group.
No friend could come from a beast.

"HIT EM ALL, BOYS! GLORY TO THE MOUNTAINS!"

The front line fighters charging into the fray would find their march impeded.

The large orcs axe would surely find a foe easy pickings. In their haste to flee, few skaven even acknowledged the greenskin at all. Two knew that if they did not react, death would find them. In desperation they struck with a unified spear thrust at his chest, hoping to pierce his armor and gouge his heart in one fell swoop. But fear still held their heart.

several rat men excreted a horrid stench from their fear glands, their thick musk making it hard to even breathe for someone with so sensitive a nose, as they all tried to scatter. Frenzied in fear they struck out haphazardly with their rusted swords and spears, hoping to get away before they became a meal for a stronger animal on the food chain.
The dwarf with the crossbow fired his quarrel as his warriors swarmed the other rats, aiming right for Grendricks heart. Rage burned in his eyes.

@Roughdragon1

With nowhere proper to run, the skaven flowed around Grendrick and the orc in a swarm towards the bridge. A number of the filthy creatures desperately running for their wretched lives. If something wasn't done quick to get their attention, the softly armored units behind the young man might yet be overrun.

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Marianne saw the effect of the roar immediately. The Skavens immediately scattered to the four winds, as fear gripped their hearts and minds. Marianne would have said they were cowards, if not for the fact that she felt fear herself from the roar. And she was standing far away from its source. Imagine what strength would it have on point blank range.

The dwarves used this opportunity to rally their strength and morale, countering back the skavens that had them on the ropes just a while ago. However, they viewed their party as enemies too, as they aimed their crossbows towards Grendrick. She just hoped the lycan could dodge their bolts and get out of there as soon as he could.

The melee fighters of the group charged forward. They attempted to intercept the skavens running across the bridge right towards her and the other support fighters. Most of the skavens would refuse to engage and just ran past them, but a pair of brave, or foolish, skavens thrusted their spears towards the orc.

Marianne knew this would be her time to act.

She willed her insects, all of her bees, towards the approaching skavens. They all eagerly swarmed out from every hole of her dress, from her sleeves, from her feet, and some even crawled out from the white underclothes that covered her chest. They flew with one purpose, to delay the movements of the skavens as much as they could.

Marianne could hear the skavens' horrified shrieks as her bees swarmed over them. They all tried to shoo them off, but their efforts were in vain, as the bees could easily dodge their swings with their superior speed. And just after one minute, and hundreds of bee stings, the skavens could feel their muscles weakening, and their heads turning dizzy. Sluggish and disoriented, they would be an easy prey for the rest of the party.

[Assistant]
He was swept up in the throngs of war and emotion. His heart pounded in his ears, his hands were moist with sweat. In front of him, moving in such a slow state that it could only have been produced by his irrational mind, was Gendrick and the others. Behind him, was those that could not fight in close quarters. Inwardly he wondered who he should protect.

Everyone, was his gentle response.

But he knew that wasn't the priority. Trying to save everyone would lead to mistakes. His mistakes could lead to everyone's death. The decisions were back-breaking, if he was to survive, he needed to silence it all. So he focused on one thing; not letting any rats pass him.

Nove's gaze went dark, a dull copper in spite of his once-lively bronze. His longsword was held at the ready as fleeing skavens started towards him. He raised his buckler in his other arm, prepared to guard if one or more had decided to strike at him.

They rushed by and every time one came close to passing him, he engaged with above-average speed and strength. With every blow he struck, Nove would yell his victory beforehand. A battle-cry of sorts that echoed in his throat.


[System]
Age: 4 (About 28 years in dog years)

Gender: Male

Le powah level (average strong person should be around 100 to start): 127

Who were le trained by?: Master Shen

For how long?: A year and a half

Alignment: Neutral Neutral

Race: Dog-person hybrid thing. XD

If you could have one wish granted by the eternal dragon, Shenron, what would it be?: A dog bone. No, to be faster.

Abilities: He's pretty strong, but not too fast. He can do Do Don Ray, but hasn't mastered it. He can fly.

Do you enjoy perverted old people?: Nope

Looks: vignette1.wikia.nocookie.net/dragonbal..
But probably brown and black.

Personality: I don't think it matters too much. Probably pretty serious during fights, and maybe a little dumb.

Crush: None

Other: He's basically just a character for the tournament. XD

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Shin moved so fast leaving an afterimage which Samu attacked. Shin then appeared behind Samu, "over here!" Shin yelled as punched Samu in the back. Before Samu could turn he made another afterimage. As Samu turned around he was right behind him again, "ARe you looking for me!" Shin yelled as Samu turned around to hit yet another of Shin's afterimage. "Up Here!" Shin yelled as he came down kicking Samu right in the forehead. "That was a double afterimage," Shin explained as he vanished again.

"I knew that boy wasn't finished!" Saitama yelled in Shin's face. "Go boy!" Saitama yelled as he began to jump up and down.

[Assistant] Samu was hit in the face and his head twisted to the side. He jumped up to attack Shin but was hit again! "What are you doing? Stop it!" he shouted, not understanding how he could make copies of himself. When he was kicked in the face, he decided it was enough. Samu covered his eyes and started to fly into the air to avoid Shin's attack. Once he figured he was high enough, he uncovered his eyes and began growling. "We are the Crane, we can fly!" Samu laughed roughly. He felt safe since no one could fly like the Cranes could! Besides, this kid seemed dumb enough to just tire himself up by trying to reach. Samu would automatically win because Shin would tire himself out. Also, if Shin managed to fly somehow, Samu could see it coming from a mile away! "You can't win, Turtle lover!" He put his paws up to his head and began charging the infamous Dodon Ray. Just in case this gets out of hand...

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"Yes! Yes! I am very excited for our match!" He exclaimed, as he immediately grabbed Eve's hand with both of his, kissing it up and down, making a variety of 'smooching' noises. "Maybe if you're feeling up to it, we could grab a bite to eat after this whole tournament-mess!" He laughed, as he rubbed the back of his head. "Just the two of us! On me, of course!" He assured her.

"Huh?" Chun popped his head up, as he looked through the doorway from afar, just barely able to make out Shin's motionless body. "Is it over already?" He questioned. "That's a darn shame, I thought that kid had quite the potential." Jackie Chun admitted to no-one-in-particular.

"Get up, Shin! You can't lose now!" Kiro screamed at him, cupping his hands over his mouth so his voice wouldn't be as drowned out in the large crowd.

Jackie Chun had turned his attention back to the beautiful girl in front of him, until he had suddenly heard Shin's voice once more. "What the-!?" He screamed, as his mouth gaped open, even he was shocked at the young boy's endurance.

"Wow! A single syllable away from a knockout! Give him a round of applause, ladies and gentlemen!" The announcer exclaimed, as the crowd went wild in response to the boy's quick recovery.

"Wow! It appears that Shin has made numerous copies of himself! How does he do it!?" The announcer questioned, as he watched on, just as excited about the match as the crowd.

"What the-!?" Jackie Chun repeated, as his mouth gaped open even farther down to the floor. 'Those aren't any clones! He's moving so quickly, it's leaving behind a mirage of himself! It's the afterimage! How could he have possibly mastered it so quickly at such a young age!?' The disguised master questioned, possibly the most surprised at Shin's abilities. The boy had the potential to be a great fighter one day.

"Unbelievable, folks! We've never seen such a fight here before!" The announcer shouted into the microphone, as Samu began to float up to the sky. The announcer ran over to his location, as he became fully covered in the man-wolf's shadow. He simply stared upward in disbelief, as the fighter continued to fly in the sky. "This isn't any illusion! Samu is actually flying! And it looks like-" The announcer squinted to get a better look at the situation in the sky. "It looks like he's charging up some sort of powerful attack!" The announcer continued.

"I don't know how the kid survived Samu's Five-Finger Strike, but this is it for the kid." Master Shen chuckled. "I'd be surprised if he actually lived through to see another day after being hit by..." He paused for dramatic effect, as he pointed into the sky, right at Samu. "The Dodon Ray!" He exclaimed.

[Assistant]
"Hey come back here I'm not done with you yet also why do you keep calling me a turtle lover i don't even like turtles that much!?" Shin yelled as he tried to explanation out of Samu. Shin put his hand over his eyes to try to make out what the dog man was trying to do. He seemed to be charging up and attack that he was about to blast at Shin. "Hey that's unfair your cheating! Shin yelled even though he clearly doesn't know the rules.

Saitama was looking up, "Huh did you say do do ray...what does it do turn him in to a Dodo bird?" Saitama asked unsure if he was going to get a response at all. "Hopefully that kid doesn't get turned into a bird" Saitama thought as he a thinking bubble started to play out the scenario of the boy getting his by the ray and turning into you guessed it a dodo bird.

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Samu ignored all of Shin's questions and continued to charge. "Dodon Ray!" he shouted clearly, launching the yellow beam of energy from his finger at Shin. Trhis is it, I've already won the battle! Eno will be proud! he thought, happier than ever. He would carry on the good reputation of the Crane School and lower the Turtles' morale by crushing one of their puny Turtle Companions.

(I accidentally described TriBeam in the last post. XD)

[Assistant]
Shin was looking at the attack knowing he could have dodged it but Shin was stuck in his place as bad memories of Mercenary Tao using it against his father. Shin was hit right dead in the shoulder making Shin slam off the ground leaving a burn on his shoulder. Shin was once again down on the ground "AHHH!" Shin yelledw while laying on the ground. before the announcer could get the chance to count Shin got up putting his hand over his injury. "No I...I can't lose to this guy if I lose here what would be thee point of my training it, and i wouldn't help Kiro either if i lose to this guy it would make that other Crane student unbeatable" Shin thought as he began to grind his teeth to keep his mind of the pain. "I won't lose!" Shin yelled so Samu could here. Shin began to move really fast making a bunch of Afterimages, but they were only distractions for his real plan. While Samu was trying to find the real one in the group Shin jumped as High as he could jumping even higher of where Samu position Shin was began to fall down coming right at Samu.

"Wow what a powerful attack how could he stand after that is he even Human?" Saitama asked he was began to see that the kid was up to something but what.

[User] Samu let out a bark of victory as Shin was hit. He would've liked to hit the kid in the face, but this was good enough since he was injured. Samu laughed so hard his eyes closed for a moment. When he opened them back up, he was surprised to see several Shins around the arena. "What? How?" Samu yelled. This... This can't be happening! I won't lose! He began to shoot ki blasts at the Shin copies, trying his best to find the boy. "Where are you, Turtle Boy?" He looked around, trying to find the real Shin as he dispersed these illusion clones. "You can't hide from me forever!" Samu saw something flash upwards and felt his fur get ruffled by the wing. "What the-?" he stammered before looking up, only to see Shin's foot coming straight for his face!

[Assistant] Shin kicked Samu in the face jumping off of him to catch more air at the same time. As he started to go face forward to make his speed go faster so he could catch up Samu who was falling when he caught up as began to throw punches and kicks as both were falling Shin made sure to say above knowing if he let him get over him he can just fly off. As Shin felt he was going to about to lose Samu he jumped off again realizing he went a little far away he began to use he helicopter to slow his fall a bit closing off the distance again grabbing on Samu leg so he would fly off. "I'm not letting you get away!" Shin yelled as he began to climb on the dog mans back.

[User] Samu spun in the air and put his arms in front of his body, trying to block as many kicks and punches as possible. No, no, I can't lose this fight, especially not to a friends of the Turtles! he screamed furiously to himself. He bit out at Shin, hoping to catch him off guard, only furthering to expose his face to the attack. There was nothing he could do at this point. He couldn't fly away, he couldn't launch Shin off of him, all he had to do was take this onslaught and then get back up. "You won't win this, Turtle Kid!" Samu barked, his voice cracking a bit. His throat dried as the pain continued to grow and grow. You need to win this for Master Shen.

[Assistant] Shin then keep climbing until he was on top of Samu accidentally covering Samu's eyes as he almost lost his grip. Shin then jumped off of Samu back up into the air again. "I need to get him back to the ground once I can I can finish this, but how " Shin thought as he began to come down with another kick but to only for Samu to dodge it. "I missed!" Shin said as he began to fall back down to the ring Shin began to fall down faster and faster. "Dangit I'm defenseless like this Shin thought my only way of getting out of this is if I get to the ground quickly" Shin thought as he turned away from Samu to go face forward to reach the ground as fast as possible.

[User] Samu felt relief once he managed to dodge one kick realized that Shin was now turning away from him! This is my chance! He started to fly down towards Shin, the annoying Turtle Friend, and started to charge up another Dodon Ray. He was going to charge up his ki enough so that he wouldn't have to worry if he hit anywhere but the face. If Shin was even grazed by his powerful attack he would be knocked out instantly, or at least Samu guessed. "Say goodnight, Mr. Turtle!" he growled, closing the distance between him and Shin as he flew down faster.

[Assistant]
Shin could see Samu's shadow off of the Ring seeing that he was coming right behind him. He did a flip landing on the ground on his feet and quickly moved dodging the Dodon ray. As soon as Samu was in ranged Shin leaped and punched Samu making him crash right off the ring making breaking some of the tiles of the ring. Shin had huge grin on his face "I got him!" Shin yelled in excitement while landing clenching his fist in excitement all he had to do is wait for the announcer to count as this could be the end of the fight.

"What! the boy pulled a complete 360 in the fight!" Saitama yelled. "No wonder why I lost to him he's on completely different level then I am only means I need to work harder" Saitama thought to himself. "I will get stronger," Saitama said under his breath making the promise that he will train even harder than ever before even harder than training until he was bald.

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"H-Huh?" The announcer stuttered, as he saw Shin look off in his direction. "O-Oh, right!" He exclaimed, as he quickly ran over to the manwolf on the ground to begin the count. Everything happened so fast, the announcer was still trying to comprehend all of what took place! "One!" He counted, putting out his index finger to the unconscious Samu's face. "Two!..." He put up two fingers.

Eno growled, as he took a step out into the open, just outside the entrance to the temple. "You're not going to give up so easily! Get up and fight, Samu!" He angrily shouted, his fists clenched tightly. He sounded rather harsh, but it was only because he genuinely cared.

"Stand up, you worthless mutt!" Master Shen shouted angrily at his young pupil, as he leaned over the grounds' barrier to make sure Samu heard him nice and clear. "If you don't get up now, you'll be a disgrace not only as a Crane Pupil, but as a fighter!" The old man assured him.

"Three! Four! Five!" The announcer continued.

[Assistant] Samu's body ached and all of his energy was zapped from the Dodon Ray. "One...! Two...! Three...!" He began to push himself up, the pain in his shoulders unbearable. He knew he couldn't lose this battle, not for himself, not for Master Shen, and most importantly not for Eno. He heard his friend's calls from the crowd. "Four...! Five...! Six...!" He heard Shen's words and they hurt him more than the physical pain. The world was spinning around him and he was losing balance even though he was only propped up on his elbows. He had felt pain before, but this was worse than any of that. I can't lose! Samu thought desperately as he rose even higher, now on his palms. "Seven...! Eight...! Nine...!" He noticed his claws were torn, some completely missing, but this only flowed determination higher. He tried to push up using all of the strength left in his thighs. The world continued to spin and Samu's body failed on him. He collapsed as the count hit, "Ten! Shin is the winner by knockout!" Just then a Dodon Ray blast shot right for Samu! He couldn't do anything but close his eyes and let out a whimper. He didn't mean to upset anyone by losing, he really did try his best, and now he was going to die because of this friend of the Turtles.


[System]
Age: 26

Race: Human

Job: Magus

Description:

Even for a human, Artos is farly average in body type. A bit on the tall side, he is also fairly toned from daily training. His eyes and hair are not hereditary, as his parents eyes were artic blue and they both had honey colored hair. His eyes are a deep scarlet red because of a mutation from his frequent dabbing and poring of ancient and forbidden tomes and his hair had become dabbed in an ivory white, a small price to pay as Artos claims.

His armor is fairly lightweight, allowing him to move and cast spells at will and not hinder his agility. The armor itself is self-enchanted, though it's fairly weak. He mainly uses a longsword he lovingly called 'Red Trinity' due to the red embellishments on the hilt and scabbard.

While most of his time is spent on reading and studying ancient tomes, he trains in mastering his weapon, 'Crimson Trinity' and spends the rest on training Martial prowess, though not particularly advanced, he could hold his own. He's still particularly young, his knowledge in the ancient arts, while intensive, is not very deep. He is still learning, although at a very fast pace.

Biography:
Born under the Raulyn household, the household was viewed as slightly prestigious but fairly normal. His parents were both Magus, something which Artos was not privy to. Artos' birth was not planned for, but they still took care of him deeply. He was somewhat neglected due to his parents pouring time into learning the secrets of the tomes, though Artos didn't particularly mind as his parents did still love him and he was naturally independent.

His childhood consisted of fights, with children who bullied him and then being rewarded with a nice fist marked shape on said bullies' faces. He had a natural affinity for fighting and love for it, his battle sense is extraordinary being able to make up strategy before the fight, and tactics during the fights. He had fought three brothers of said bullies, who were taller than him and had managed to win, albeit barely. His parents always tried to reprimand him, but they found that the bullies would usually instigate the fights, making them try and talk to said bullies parents, although they were thick headed.

At the ripe age of 14, the day was normal with the birds chirping, the ray of sun penetrating through and the sound of fists colliding with skin. The bullies were trying to pick on Artos, to which he delivered swift retribution. After the last bully was on his knees, begging for him to stop, Artos let him go with a swift kick, he trudged home. The journey home was as serene as it could be, he was lost in thought until the smell of smoke penetrated his nose. In the far distance, his household was dancing in a pool of orange and red, it was on fire.

Running as fast as his legs could carry him, he arrived at the estate, only to find his parents fighting something. The only thing Artos could distinctively recognize was his elongated ears, it was an elf, drow, high elf, Artos didn't know. All he knew was that both his parents, who were both strong magus, though Artos didn't know, was being overpowered by this figure. Bolts of light and the clashing of blades resounded through the burning building, and before he knew it, both his parents fell. They had been overwhelmed, and the figure ran his blade through his father, and soon his mother too. The figure was smiling the whole time, he looked at Artos with a sardonic grin that would haunt him, and said something about him becoming stronger so that he could 'devour' him and then began to strut away.

Rushing to his parents, and through tears, his dragged both of them outside the building. The debris almost caught Artos but through tenacity he had managed to dodge. His parents were still alive, though they were at deaths door. His Mother and Father were placed side by side, through hacking coughs that resulted in blood spewing out his mouth, his father had confessed that they were attacked by 'The Devour', one who hunts Magus'. Artos had no idea what he was talking about or what was going on, hugging his parents, saying that they were going to be okay. Only to be met with a sad smile, and tears they claimed that he should train and become a better Magus than them. He said that there was a secret room, inside their shed, and all the ancient tomes and texts were in there. The mother then mentions that his Uncle would come and care for him, and also train him. Artos was still confused, being handed a key and a piece of paper. Then they were... gone.

Artos was devastated, he was sitting next to them for hours after their deaths, he decided to bury them next to their own beloved homes. A few more hours passed, and there were two mounds of dirt and pseudo-gravemarkers. Still raining tears, he said a short prayer before toughening up and punching himself. He looked for the shed and after more hours, he finally found it, it was well hidden to the point where 'The Devour' missed it. Placing the odd shaped key in and with a large click, the 'door' moves aside and revealed a deep basement. The torches lit up one by one. Stepping down one by one, the humidity was overflowing. Using the wall as a crutch to go down, finally arriving at the bottom the slight hum of magic hit his ears. Squinting his eyes, adjusting to the darkness, he noticed what was basically a library and on the corner was armor and a sword that he would use.

Grabbing an old dusty tome, Artos had begun reading and at first it confused him to no end, but he didn't care, after more hours his uncle had arrived, and with stoic eyes he knew what had happened as his parents did exclaim that someone was watching them and had sent him a message before hand. He tightly hugged Artos, who had begun crying again. After hours of talking, his Uncle, Adrian Raulyn would take care of him. Adrian was very understanding and lenient, and he himself was trained in the art of the sword, a master even. They had decided to live somewhere close, so as to be close to the ancient tomes.

Years and years of training and reading had made Artos very powerful, though not as strong as 'The Devour' yet. At the age of 21, his uncle had passed away, peacefully and serene, unlike his parents death. Though Artos mourned, he mourned with a light heart, knowing his Uncle, Adrian had left life peacefully... unlike his parents. Setting of to secluded training and poring of ancient tomes, his mind was dead set on avenging his parents.

Reaching the age of 26, he had expended all the tomes and secrets and set out to travel the world to look for more of the hidden tomes.

Demeanor/Attitude:
Chaotic Good

Artos is a so called perfectionist, not being able to leave something unless he understands the intricacies of it. He is kind and tries to help out people when he can, his helping nature was something from his parents, though Artos doesn't notice. He is a bit of a battle fanatic, trying to fare his skills with against any people who are willing and strong. He has a natural sense of battle, creating strategies before hand and tactics during the stress of battle. He is also fiercely independent, growing up with the lone-wolf mindset and it has stuck ever since.

He has a strong distrust of any being with elongated ears, Elves, High Elves, Drows and anything similar. He also will show slight hatred for them, even though he himself knows that not all of them are as evil and maniacal as the ones who killed his parents. This stems from his childhood, an incident that has since been his drive.

His main mission is to find 'The Devour', and will not rest until he has found justice.
His secondary mission is to find tomes of old and power, and finding other individuals who are magus' to trade secrets and knowledge.

Other:
Since he needs to spend hours reading and reading, he has grown to like reading.
He plays the Lute to himself sometimes when he is deeply thinking.
He prefers to self-cook.

The tomes he had read so far are numerous and number alot. Including but not limited to;
~Tome of Sanabits, an ancient tome transcribed by the greatest healers of Eons long past.
Status: Badly burnt, over 95% is unreadable thanks to a fire.

~Book of Elementum, ancient tome found by his parents, transcribed by the greatest Magus' of the past.
Status: Fully readable and learnt. Learned elemental spells.

~Tome of Auguriis, another ancient tome containing enchanters of old greatest techniques.
Status: Hard to grasp, but he managed to grab the essentials, he's still getting around to it. Managed to enchant his armor, can enchant others.

[User]
"SON."

"OF."

"A."

"GOD."

"DAMNED."

"MOTHER."

"EFFING."

"ELF."

Varis screamed out in pure and utter rage before grabbing one of the bars of the cage and pulling on it in a useless attempt to perhaps tear it apart. More or less, he did this out of rage -- in an effort to subside his rage. He was angry -- pissed off. He wanted to kick someone, wanted to beat something or someone into submission in an effort to stop being angry.

"ONE MISSION," Varis screamed out, referencing the original reason why he was in a god damned desert, but to others it would seem as if he was referencing the group's mission that was given out by the mage.

And then it hit him. It hit him faster than a brick thrown by an elf.

That damned mage had led them here. Whether or not he knew this was going to happen, the mage had led them here. The mage had gotten him stuck in this god damned cage. This was the mage's fault, this was the god damned mage's fault. Varis screamed once more before finally slinking down, raising his hands up to his eyes. He wasn't exactly sad, nor was he crying. More or less, he was angry for his stupid naivety, for his stupid willingness to want to go with this damned group, for his idiocy.

For his wants.

"God damn it..."

For some odd reason, he had wanted to go on this mission. For some odd reason, he had wanted to be with other people -- random strangers that he didn't know. For some odd reason, after so many years of killing innocents for hire, he wanted to go adventure off with some odd, dysfunctional group of hell.

As he thought of the group, something came to mind. He quickly shot up, trying to find his allies as his eyes darted around the room. Trying to find her.

[Assistant]
Each member of the group, growing ever larger, awoke. Each one predictably freaked out as they found themselves locked in a cage. Each one, felt some relief as they would see other members of their party in the same room. Only they where in separate cages. These cages did not have a lot of room in them. To the far left wall everyones things could be seen. Piled up against a wall. The short peace would not last though....

 Vivian woke up next. She felt a massive headache as the world began to spin. She woke up from a horrid nightmare and found herself in a nightmare that was all to real. She thought her kin might have had something to do with it. Until she heard Ellyn explain things. The room began to erupt with life as each one began yelling out. She looked to see Varis looking around worried. It was strange because he was looking for them. She smile half heartedly. She then noticed all of her things were missing. Everything... Her swords, her crossbows, everything. She sighed. "I think we are all accounted for.... Now how do we get out of here." She said.

 Garekk woke next he felt himself alone in a cold cage. He was stripped of his weapons and armor revealing his muscular features. Some of it scarred from the casual life of an orc. He grunted rather angrily. He then recalled he was holding onto Vivian. When he found her. She was placed in a cage on the opposite side of the room. He wasn't too relieved because he failed. He tried to protect her from that thing ,but he had failed. He wanted to tear these bars apart but he knew it would be pointless.

 Ellis was stuck in a smaller cage. He grunted as he woke and looked about. "Well shit,... This sucks." He said. He then saw that it was locked and decided to check his pockets and hidden compartments. Empty, all of it was taken. Damn it... "If i only had my lockpicks I could get out of here..."

Then it appeared... A large zombified Gnoll. Hugh could recognise it from the tears in its jaws. This was the one he shoved a bed roll down. It carried jiggling keys and it looked at the occupants and cages. It's eyes had no life in them and glowed a green light. It then saw its target and moved towards the cage. The cage was Sana's,... It unlocked the cage and without emotion or hesitation it reached in and grabbed the first thing its cold hands could grab a hold of. It was her hair. It pulled and drug her out if the cage and across the floor. It dragged her into the room it came out of closing the door.

 Vivian went wide eyed and gasped. "Well shit.. That just happened."

[User]
Sana saw the beast, her eyes widening as it stepped towards her. "Oh hell no," she spat at the keys unlocked the door; kicking out did nothing. She went to flip out of the way but there was no room. It grabbed her hair and she screamed out in pain as her hands grabbed the hand gnolls in her hair and fought to free herself.

 Her body dragging along the floor as she kicked and fought and struggled with everything she had; eyes darting around, she found Hugh. She looked enraged, furious but in her eyes there was fear. Deep fear that crept up in those nightmares you couldn't free yourself from.

 "Let me go you oversized gorilla!" she screamed, still fighting as she was drug out the door and it shut heavily into place. Her screams could be heard growing faint until there was nothing left but silence.

[Assistant]
Tagged; Everyone in the party,

Intently listening to Ellyn, "Don't worry, already forgiven. No point in being angry, won't get us out of this mess." he reassured after listening to her tale, "But this man, what did he look like?" he asked, reaching for his hidden spellbook. Everyone started to wake up one by one, each being more frustrated than the last. He heard Varus' incessant screaming, and everyone's worried dispositions.

All of a sudden, a zombified gnoll appeared, one with a gash on the side of its jaw. "Is that the Gnoll Sir Hugh killed?" he asked outloud, eyeing the beast. It walked ever so slowly, towards... The archer, Sena's cage. With an open lock, the light thuds that echoed the dark room were replaced with Sena's screams until she was out of sight. Reaching for his spellbook that was hidden inside his boot, he began slowly chanting an escape spell.


[System]
Character Sheet

"A new dawn approaches. And it requires new eyes to see its brilliance."
Nickname: Wretched One, Dragon Slayer, Crimson One, Flayre Draconis. Reign the Ether, Wicked Summerking, Great Wanderer
Age: 19
Gender: Male

Guild: Vyper Bolt
Rank: Mage

Personality: Weirdly reckless and loud, Sable walks around towns, villages, roads, and even other guilds, as if he owns them. He has an obnoxious view of the world, where he sees everything as his. He claims he's just recovering his possessions when in actuality he's stealing what he want. Aside from this mental instabilities, its the ferocious persona and jaw-snapping pursuit of a animal that puts fear into his opponents. He's been whooped in battle plenty of times but each time, he's grievously injured his opponent(s) with sheer determination, whether that be mentally or physically. He has a stare that mimics the strength of his magic-father: Rhodroth the Land Burner.

While its possible that he has a shred of kindness in his heart, the hardships that he's been through has long since buried it. He has the strange quirk of becoming over-emotional at the slightest hints of a sad story or ending, another hint that he may have feelings deep inside. He also smells like charcoals and smoked lumber and despises the rain or cold weather even though their cold rarely bothers him. When out and about, he stays away from snakes, as he has an acute dislike for them. Oddly enough, can't stand "normal" transportation; it sends his guts into a whirlwind of knots.

History: The second child to horrible slavers, Sable was the witness of several international crimes and is considered an accomplice to over two-hundred counts of these accusations. At the age of nine, he killed his eldest brother in the spur of a moment, trying to save a small girl from a fatal beating. His family, being the ruthless savages that they were, was prepared to return the punishment in kind. A life for a life. It was his luck that a riot rupture out, the slaves had gotten out and not on accident. During the scuffle, Sable had gotten the key from his brother and tossed it to the girl. His parents weren't the wise type.

In the chaos of the riots, he watched his mother and father burned by the very people he freed. Both cheered and cursed in the same moment, Sable's mind was torn just a bit. Too afraid to be alone, he traveled with slaves for a few months, watching them as they dispersed and headed back in the direction of their own homes. When it was just him and the girl left, he decided to travel to Fiore where he would start anew. On the way there, he would lose the only thing that held his damaged mind together.

Cringle, the girl that he had grown attached to, was snatched from him by bandits on his way to Fiore.

They knocked him unconscious and though he looked for weeks, he could never find her. For months he made his home in the forest, determined to find Cringle but only finding a "large lizard". The Dragon looked upon him as a insect at first but upon witnessing his indomitable pride, he saw potential. He promised the strength to find Cringle if he was capable of learning from him.

During his time with the dragon, he was taught survival skills in the woods, though primitive as they were they worked. He forged for himself, got Rhodroth and himself countless pounds food, and went toe-to-giant with the dragon in combat. Eventually he started to notice things becoming clearer and more pronounced as if the world was giving him a perfect picture to work with. It was a sort of filter for the ugly that use to blemish it. And it was only after the filter was placed that he met the second angel of his life.

A accident during fishing left him looking after a infant. It was weird that she was the epicenter of egg shells but he didn't think much on it. She was adorable and a mess that he was tempted to leave behind but in the end, he scooped her up and brought her back to Rhodroth. The dragon showed little pity for her and told him to keep it out of his training, so to compromise the situation, Sable made a camp site for her and himself.

Begrudgingly and oddly-enough happily, he looked after her. For three years he cared for her but when thoughts of taking care of her started interfering with his training and indirectly, his true goal of finding Cringle, he had to do something. One day he overheard talk of a guild called Harpy's Wing and it sounded perfect for his little troublemaker. It was a great coincidence but it placed weight on his heart. He took a few days off of training to take her to the Guild's doorstep.

A knock on the wooden door, a demand for her to stay put, and a dash to leave her behind and he was back to his original goal. He would be a bold-faced liar to say he did not shed tears on home.

It took four years but at the age of seventeen, Sable had left the dragon and his past behind. With Fire Dragon Slayer Magic at his disposal, he took down Mages and DarkMages alike, looking for clues to find Cringle. Occasionally he would visit Harpy's Wing underneath the guise of a vagabond -cloak covering his features- to check up on Harpi but he never staid more than a few hours.

When he finally found Cringle, she was apart of a guild in Fiore called Vyper Bolt, a rather powerful guild that had molded her into a powerful mage woman. With Sable's new persona, a mischievous delinquent, he welcomed her. Though she was not as accepting. He earned a name for himself as he accomplished missions for the guild, eventually becoming something of a household name. Famous for taking on weaker guilds by himself and if ever partnered with Cringle: The Cold Witch, taking out whole armies, he had become a menace for the council.

Magic: Fire Dragon Slayer Magic & Telekinesis.
* Fire Dragon King's Roar (火竜の咆哮, Karyuo no Hoko): The user unleashes a torrent of flames from his mouth towards his opponent. Its notably stronger than its previous version.
* Fire Dragon King's Great Blow (火竜の大打撃, Karyuo no Dai Dageki): The user thrusts his fist out towards his opponent, releasing a destructive column of fire from his fist.
* Fire Dragon King's Epic Grip(火竜のエピック握り, Karyuo no Epikku Nigiri): The user grabs their opponent and unleashes a potent explosion that engulfs them. Searing them with flames.
* Fire Dragon King's Brilliant Blast(火竜の輝かしいブラスト, Karyuo no Kagayakashī Bura Suto): The user conjures a large orb of flames over his head and throws or slams it against his opponent.

Secret Art
Name: Dragon Slayer Secret Art: Wretched Sun (惨めな日, Mijimena hi)
Usage: Once
Description: Sable brings a clawed-hand to his side with massive crimson flames flowing from his hand and forearm. Once he swipes it, the wave of fire stretches out towards his opponent quickly and upon impact, explodes into a reddish-orange orb that explodes even further and ruptures the sky. It has enough power to take out an entire tower.

Rhodroth's Scarf: Old and mysterious, this cool scarf made of porcelain scales is a gift from Rhodroth and Hyrdologia. Upon wearing it, it goaded a transformation in Sable that changed his black hair, orange; brown eyes, green; and due to Natsu's magic lingering inside of it, uped his Dragon Slayer strength. It is inherently resistant to Black Magic and Passive Curses, giving it users enigmatic abilities.

Other:
* He's recently stopped smoking.
* Wanted as an international criminal but under his birth name: Mikhail Summerking.
* Has a pet crow named: Mooky.
* Is a flirt.
* Has a very adaptable and fierce martial art. Overwhelming in destructive possibilities.

[User]
Haruna
Tenshi thought about it a dragonslayers magic was meant to slay dragons after all. Also a dragonslayer of darkness and crystal sounded really good it would prove her strength to others she was not weak just because she was young. "Moka! take me to the dragon its time to shatter any misconceptions they had on me and sabertooth! we well be the strongest guild just you wait I will kill the dragon and show them all my strength" Tenshi said outloud as she charged forward. "People forgot about sabertooth thought them weak, Lets disabuse them of that notion shall we?"

[Assistant]
The black dragon's assault took out the entirety of Aiden's Guardians, but it also gave him time to replenish himself, taking a deep breath to draw in the surrounding snow for a small boost in energy. It also gave him a better idea of his opponent, as he took time to analyze the beast's behavior. It obviously cared little for it's own well being, but it viciously demolished anything that tried to get close to the girl, who he could now see was obviously not a captive, and curiouser still, it had less to use any type of magic. Why wouldn't it use it's element in this fight, especially from all of the damage it was taking.

Aiden was thrown out of his thought as Sable charged back into the fray, seeming to say something to the beast before launching a powerful roar attack at the beast left side. Seeing an opportunity, Aiden used Water Dragon's step to launch him over to the beast's right side, taking a deep breath as he prepared to launch an attack of his own. "Weiss Dragon's Blizzarding Typhoon!!" Aiden unleashed his strongest roar attack, a conglomeration of Freezing winds filled with shards of ice swirling around a large vortex of water, the inner and outer edge being filled with ice debris and razor sharp water blades. And in the center of that was an large amount of pure magical energy in the shape of a Dragon's Roaring Maw, rushing forward to sink it's fangs into the other beast hide. If the attack hit, it would cause a magical chain reaction, causing the water that crashed into the beast to freeze on contact, casing the wyrm in a thick layer of ice the size of a small hill. The ice would be slightly weakened by the fire of Sable's attack, as Aiden had launched his roar shorty after and the heat had remained.

After the attack, Aiden would land in a slide onto the ground, taking a second to inhale some more snow for another quick fix, taking the edge of the exhaustion of using that attack. Then he'd just wait and see what happened as a result of that attack, and to catch his breath again. His Naginata was at the ready in case the girl finally decided to get involved(that is, if she didn't get caught up in the attack as well), and he charged up a Water Dragon's Step, at the ready in case he needed to make a quick evasive maneuver.

[User]
For all its intimidating appearance, the shadow dragon was heavily damaged from taking hits from both sides. Being frozen and burned was probably something one doesn't normally expect. However, despite having over half its body crippled, the dragon still stood up.

The girl finally looked at the attackers with a slightly curious expression, before frowning. Without warning, the shadow dragon basically detonated, akin to a shadow shockwave being sent out.

"You are not my targets. Run, before you become elevated to a danger to my objective."

Calling out these words, she looked at everyone, her expression neutral. However, it wasn't a mask, nor emotionless. It was empty, akin to staring down the depths of an abyss, that which you couldn't see the bottom, shrouded by cold shadows.

[Assistant]
S A B L E

 FIGHT ON!!

 The snow shifted in front of his face, a veil of white fluttering around him. With a loud tsk, Sable raised up from his hands and feet, his stomach tight as he glared on at the beast. Aiden had delivered a powerful attack, one that twisted his insides even more than they already were. His fangs squeezed in tight against each other as he stood up, the winter wind pulling at Natsu's Scarf.

 The white jacket that Oriel had requiped on him had proved durable, it was near immaculate still. He glared towards the Dragon and likewise at the girl that he had just noticed among them. Among them all, none them had the power that he was searching for. The Dragon wasn't real. It was weak. Hydrologia had been far stronger.

 Just as he thought this, the Shadow Dragon erupted, releasing a shockwave of pitch black. It was so dark, that for a moment, it blotted out the pure white snow and consumed him in its inky embrace. When he came too, bruised and angry, he melted a mound of snow from his fiery back and raised to his feet. His white jacket had been painted with irregular black strips now, stained and stylized.

 " Run?" he barked back incredulously. " Yea right! You're dealing with the Wretched One! Rank me at the top, put a crown on my head as a Kingkiller. I'll wreck you and your chart! Bring it onnnnnn!" He yelled, his body exploding in raging flames, the heat licking out towards the others and reaching out dangerously close to the girl.


[System]
Gender: male
Age: 24
Appearance:
 Height: 6'3
 Build: average size but muscular
 Hair: dark brown hair that goes just past his shoulders; wears it in a short ponytail usually with his bangs hanging in his face because they are too short to stay in hairband.
 Eyes: dark blue
 Clothes: when working, wears a stained long-sleeved shirt that used to be white but after wearing it so long it has turned tan. A leather vest over the shirt (wears old pins on the jacket) with leather forearm covers and leather shoulder protectors. Dark brown, almost black pants with leather kneepads and shin protectors. Brown combat boots.
 Other Traits: Fairly dark tan, surprisingly even considering he is usually only seen weaing long-sleeved shirts in his older age (because he tries hiding scars on his arms and torso) as a smattering of freckles on shoulders and back from sun exposure. Has a scar about two inches long under left eye where he was hit with a bat in a brawl.
 Skillset: Good at using an array of weapons and using his fists. Knows quite a bit about survival skills, from water purification, navigation, hunting, shelter building, etc.
 Weapons: trail carbine (no scope), baseball bat (the same one that gave him his scar)
 Personality: Well, he definitely isnt the brains of the operation. He is a fighter and loves to brawl any chance he gets. Very protective of the ones he cares about and will do anything foe them, even kill. Frightening to most who don't know him and even when they do know him, some are afraid of him still. Rarely serious unless they are going into a dangerous situation. Has a good sense of humor, sometimes morbid.

 Name: Kaye Delarosa
 Gender: Female
 Age: 20
 Appearance:
 Height: 5'2
 Build: Slender and quite weak
 Hair: Pixie cut with fiery red hair.
 Eyes: Bright green
 Clothing: Wears a merchant outfit that has a bandolier with pouches sewed to it draped on a shoulder. For col weather wears a long, grey wool coat that is worn and shows its use.
 Skillset: Has impeccable agility, great at bartering,
 Weapons(s): 10mm pistol, combat knife, Leith
 Personality: She is typically a nice person...when she Isn't on the chems. Always looking for a good adventure and has an almost childish attitude towards it. Despises boredom and monotony and wants nothing more than to spice things up; this is why she takes chems.
 Bio: Kaye's life growing up was quite simple...and boring. All her life she had stayed in Barrington, a large settlement just outside what used to be called Mobile, Alabama. Though it was large and had a lot of people, life there grew to become an endless routine for her. In order to spike her attention and do something new, she begun stealing things from her neighbors, trying to not get caught. She learned this from her favorite book, the book her father used to read to her every night as it reminded her of their life, "Oliver Twist." When she turned fifteen, that held no excitement anymore nor did anything in Barrington, so she did the most daring thing she could think of...she jumped on a brahmin of one of the travelling merchants, hid under a blanket, and went outside the walls for the first time in her life. This was the start of her new-found career.
 She was found out in first few hours and with plenty of begging, the merchant allowed her to travel with him. When they got to the settlement where the merchant was from, she met with Butch and joined his caravan, receiving her own caravan at seventeen uears-old. And 5his was the story of her life now...until meeting Basil and Jace.

[User]
"Well, be careful in here. If they were pulling some kind of experiments in here, there is no telling what is in store for us once we open those doors," Jace said, motioning towards the Overseer's office with his hand. He honestly hadn't paid attention to much of what Basil had said but it wasn't out of disrespect; he simply didn't care to know the technicalities of places that they scavenged. The past didn't matter much to Jace, as the future was his only priority; protecting his family and surviving to do so was his only priority, the only thing that drove him to live in this bleak world.
 As Basil had looked on the computer for leads, Jace piddled around in the laboratory and looked for anything useful. The only thing he found was a few empty cans and two cans of food that were so mangled, it was questionable that they were even good at all. He stared at the labels on the cans to see what was the contents, but couldn't figure it out. He cursed under his breath and set the cans on the table with a loud thump.
 "This is the only thing that I could find aside from useless clipboards and broken pencils."

[Assistant] Basil winced slightly as Jace practically slammed the cans onto a nearby table; well, perhaps it wasn't actually loud, but merely seemed so in the otherwise silent laboratory. He narrowed his eyes at Jace and hissed, "Aren't you always the one telling me to be careful? Keep doing that and you'll surely draw those pests to this side of the Vault." He shook his head, and without awaiting a retort, began his expedition through a mildew-infested filing cabinet in earnest. Most of the documents had been damaged beyond recognition, but there had to be more about the Vault and the ulterior motives behind its erection than just one entry written after all of the former residents had either left or perished. Truly, he had only come here for one thing—a Garden of Eden Creation Kit or, at the very least, information on one's whereabouts. Of course, the history to be learned in each Vault was fascinating and he deemed it worth exploring, but he had to keep his priorities straight; he had to remain focused. One would never reach their destination if they kept taking detours.

[User] Jace forced a smile and walked over to him. "So, find anything interesting, Professor?" he asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

[Assistant] Basil glanced up at Jace, and said, "Well, there was that one entry I told you about, but that's all I've been able to find thus far." He sighed, gently closing the cabinet closed once more. "Everything in here is illegible; it's sad. It would have likely told us more about their research here." He straightened up, rubbing his gloved hands together in one of his idle mannerisms; it was what he often did when he was contemplating on their next move. "Well, this is the last laboratory. I'm going to grab a few supplies from here, and then we can either leave or head into the Overseer's office. I'll let you decide on that one. Safety first and all that." He began to search through the shelves again, grabbing whatever he deemed to be potentially useful; inevitably, it'd be crammed into Jace's pack. If he carried more than thirty pounds on his back, he'd grow tired within the hour and begin to complain. It was a universally acknowledged fact that Basil could go on for hours and cause someone's ears to bleed if not contented; Jace had learned that the hard way.

[User] "I know it's dangerous, but there might be some useful information in the Overseer's office, wouldn't you think so?" Jace didn't even wait for Basil to ask for his pack and unslung it, knowing that he'd ask for it, anyways. He moved a few things around in his pack before packing the other items. "If I was the Overseer, I would store a G.E.C.K. or information on it on my personal computer so other vault dwellers couldn't access the information, right?" He didn't wait for an answer before pulling out his trail carbine. "Let's get this show on the road so we can get back on the road."

[Assistant]
Basil smiled excitedly, moderately surprised that Jace had actually agreed to explore the Overseer's office; normally, he would just decide for them to leave, rather than taking any sort of risk. Perhaps he had finally grown impatient after weeks without a satisfying lead, as well.
 It was imperative that they pinpointed the exact location of a functional G.E.C.K. as soon as possible. They had heard the stories of how they could bring about miracles, of how the Capital Wasteland, possibly the worst section of the entire world, had attained fresh water because of the work of a few scientists, a desperate, grief-stricken Vault Dweller, and one of those Kits. If such a device could save even the Capital, then it had to also possess the capability to save their home.
 They had to believe in that.

[User]
Jace walked over to the door slowly and pressed his ear to the cool metal to listen. He had done this when they first arrived at the vault to see what he could hear on the other side; the first time he'd heard only one voice groaning, but now there were two sets of groans. If he'd overlooked the second one earlier, then there could be a whole hoard in there without them ever knowing. After listening for a full minute or so, he turned to look at Basil, a serious expression etched on his features.
 "There are at least two ghouls in there and there could possibly be more. You take the one farthest to the left and I will get the one on the right. If there happens to be more in there...run. Whatever is in there isn't worth our lives to find out, understand?" He lifted the gun to his shoulder and aimed it at the door. He nodded his head towards the door as a signal for Basil to open the door. Every muscle in his body tensed in anticipation, ready to spring like the bullet in the chamber of his gun. Though this was dangerous work, he took silent pleasure in a good fight...

 It was one of the hottest days Jace had ever experienced in the long thirteen years of his life and it was almost intolerable. The hot, humid days were merely typical life for those who lived in the Deeper South. Ever since the bombs had dropped nearly three-hundred years prior, the southern part of the United States seemed to fall closer to the equator; Jace didn't know if that was the truth but he'd heard those rumors since he'd been old enough to remember and believed it just as the other southerners had. Whatever happened after the nuclear winter lifted, the south became so hot it was almost unbearable and the humidity could drain the life out of a person in mere hours if not properly hydrated. To most out west it seemed unfathomable for anyone to want to live out here, but they thought the same about the people out west; at least there was more green life around these parts.
 Night was quickly descending one day and Jace was running home in the hurry of his life. His curfew had passed over an hour ago and he knew his father would use his hide as the new welcome mat for the front door. As he was on his way, though, loud laughter and jeering brought him to a slow standstill. Till this day he didn't know what possessed him to stop, but he followed the noise almost in a trance. Once the voices had grown louder, he stopped and stayed hidden behind the last corner, listening to see what had caught the group's attention.
 "-your momma probably didn't even want you to begin with! She was right to leave this world. Probably didn't want to put up with her weird-ass son!" More laughter ensued.
 "Hey! That's enough!" he yelled as he walked around the corner, hands balled into fists. Once he gauged the situation, he noticed there were four guys, a little older than himself, taunting a kid who may have been a few years younger than all of them.

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It was not an unusual occurrence. These same people had taunted him ever since they discovered that his mother had died; even the occurrence of his mother's death had not been a surprise to the townspeople or for anyone else in the wasteland, for that matter. It was a harsh setting. Danger lurked behind every corner, manifesting itself as famine, disease, predators on the hunt--sometimes, even one's own shadow could take possession of their life. Basil had always been taught from both of his parents that death could strike at any moment, without sympathy or discrimination. So when his mother passed on three years prior, he accepted it. Perhaps it was his acceptance that scared the other children, which caused them to ostracize him. He also accepted that, for it was simply another form of loss. He was told not to mind the losses, only focusing on the endless possibilities of life; though there were millions of methods of death, there were trillions of methods in which one could live their life and enjoy it to the fullest. Balance was achieved through this because it was common for humans, in moments of extreme loss, to ignore and push away possibilities. His mother had not desired for him to let her death consume him, leading him to waste his own life. He had honored her wishes. It was because of this that he grieved quietly, unobtrusively, mourning as he moved further and further into the future that did not involve her. He did not regret his decision.
 However, he did wish that these idiots would leave him alone for once.
 "Do you even have emotions? What are you, a robot or something?"
 "Your mama would be real sad to hear that you're so happy to be rid of her."
 "What about your dad? Is he wanting to leave like she did?"
 He knew for a fact that his mother had never wanted to just leave; it'd been a freak accident, not suicide as the rumors suggested. His father claimed that as long as they knew the truth, what others thought didn't matter. His mother, however, had loved her life and her family more so--she would never deliberately take that all away from herself. It was the one way in which she'd always been selfish.
 He was just about to say something when he heard an unfamiliar voice.

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The boys stared at Jace in silent contemplation, not knowing what to think of his sudden appearance. His expression was one that was filled with the intent of violence and they hesitated to say anything. After a minute, the supposed leader of the group stepped forward, crossing his fat arms over his chest in a failed attempt at looking tough.
 "The hell did you say to me, boy?" He asked, eyes narrowed.
 "I said leave him alone, you dick." Jace didn't hesitate to take a step forward; the other three stepped up to the others side in an attempt to make Jace run away.
 "Why don't you just run along now before you get hurt. He ain't worth it."
 "You ain't worth running away from," he snapped, balling his hands into fists. "How can you stand there and poke fun at a boy's dead mother? If you don't get like the dogs you are, then I will make sure you regret it."


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Rank: Lieutenant

Age: 26

Biography & Concept: Born the second son of the esteemed Caladwarden family, who's lineage reaches back to the first millennium of human space exploration. He was one of three, his older brother Brandon having been groomed to succeed his father as a representative on the Cinnabar Senate in which his father is a prime member. His young brother Gridor placed in administrative duties on their island home estate. Kaiden was raised to be a military man, representative of their family's old notions of loyalty and homage. There needs to be at least one member of the family in the Cinnibar Navy, and Kiaden has grown up with such expectations and responsibilities. Though his brother Brandon did sign on for a brief period to learn his worth and to show his dedication to the Republic.

It gained him an edge on the officer's exam for Lieutenants, and he passed with relative ease. His contention with his father however came at the death of his older brother, who died during a brief skirmish. Kaiden was given leave to convene with his family, whereupon his father ordered him to relinquish his duties as a Lieutenant and take Brandon's mantle as the first son. Kaiden refused, preferring to make his own way in the Navy rather than relying on his family's influence to gain notoriety. He had always been independent minded, and if he hadn't already a knack for the officer's life he likely would have defied his father long before the Brandon's death. His already rocky relationship with his sire plummeted into them parting ways with harsh words and even harsher sentiments.

An oddity, this "prince of the isle" does rather enjoy lowborn commoners. He speaks easy enough and is no stranger to hard work. But he always tends to have an air or superiority and education most can find grating. Ever rebellious, he was involved in a few low-end scandals with servants and young women cooks at his family's estate, being rather good-looking with a smooth, deep voice that can be used to flutter hearts or send men to battle.

Here's hoping he can muster up a good battle record with his meager gifts, because war has just begun...
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Well the food wasn't too poor in quality. He'd gotten used to military cooking early in his career, and by the standards of his previous experiences, this was certainly adequate. What he found issue with was his seating arrangements. The two officers beside him were in the midst of their own conversations, and he and Sabatine seemed to have begun a private contest on who could keep quiet the longest. He didn't feel like much of a victor when she broke her silence.

He almost laughed out loud at her words. For a brief moment he knew she was giving the equivalent of a kidney shot and he almost admired it. But the good humor quickly fell away. Kaiden was arrogant enough to not bother with acting, but he decided to play along for now regardless. If she was going to be a bitch, he could be a right bastard.

"Last I checked he was doing wonderfully." Kaiden said, his fingers gliding over to his glass he'd filled with wine and downing half of its contents in a single gulp. He would have downed the entirety of it, but he didn't want to cause more of a scene as of yet. "It's so kind of you to ask. Which reminds me, when was the last time you spoke to brother? The oldest brother who got you into the navy. I know you were attached to the hip, given how much he used to dote on you."

Of course he used ambiguous wording, as 'sending' her in wasn't necessarily bankrolling her. But it was just vague enough to let her worry over others overhearing. "Have you tried the wine, by the way? It's sweet and tart in all of the best ways. I should have been transferred earlier."

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"It has been a while," she admitted acting as though she hadn't seen the jibe in the words.

"Of course we are poor west country folk, he doesn't have the wealth and position necessary to buy me my commission, I had to earn that myself," she rejoined with a very slight, and completely deniable emphasis on 'my' commission. The implication was clear enough. Though it wasn't exactly possible to buy ones way up in the RCN, wealth and position certainly accounted for alot.

"As for being transferred sooner, I'm amazed that you couldn't just snap your fingers and have it arranged," she added with a chuckle that all but dripped a good humor that was as bright as it was artificial. She covered a smirk with a sip of the wine. It was too cloying for her taste but she had drunk pure alcohol from the power room cut with water in the past and the experience had lowered her standards for booze considerably. Setting the wine down she tried a little more of the spicy soup, finding it pleasing. A small chime rang and spacers stepped forward and lifted away they soup bowls replacing them with small cups of mint liquor which served to cleanse the palette. Sabatine downed hers at once, as did a dozen other officers for whom wine didn't have enough of a kick.

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Kaiden had finished his wine and decided to take a mug of what the others were having. He couldn't exactly remember who could drink more between he and Sabatine. He recalled that was a fun game between them and they usually passed out or made love before either could claim victory. He felt a ping in his chest and decide to shove that memory aside to enjoy, if one could call it that, the draught that had been provided. On the third sip he decided it wasn't so bad.

"Most would think so," He said with faux congeniality, swallowing the taste as best he could. He turned to the ensign next to him and nudged him with his elbow, giving him that winning smile that had people engage with him so often. The ensign laughed and they clacked mugs together as if they had won some great triumph. "Good stuff," He told the lad, who responded with "Better than one thinks. Good for two things, greasing engines and killing brain cells!"

"Very good," Kaiden said to him with a grin, regarding Sabatine once more. He should have had more of the soup, but right now the liquor would do fine. He did munch on some crackers they had provided. "So what have you been up to since we last saw each other?" He inquired, clearing his throat. He had to yawn, and despite his hammered in manners he decided to indulge himself. "You're still a Lieutenant, which is surprising."

He sipped his mug comfortably, his infuriatingly blue eyes watching her.

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Sabatine refrained from snorting which would have been unlady like. Few officers would make lieutenant commander before 30 and fewer still without a war to open slots both on new vessels and through casualties. She took the decanter and poured herself another generous measure of the minty liqour. It was probably vodka of some sort, though that was a fairly broad designation given to most vegetable alcohol rather than implying it was made from potatoes. She raised her glass.

"Well you know what they say, to a bloody war or a sickly season," her gaze making it clear whose slot she hoped either of those dooms would empty. she knocked back the alcohol just as Commodore Welkins stood and rapped his fork sharply against his glass several times in quick succession. The general buzz of combination quited save for one midshipmen, wearing an improbably number of commendations continued an animated description of what was either a space battle or an amorous encounter. One of his mortified fellows cuffed him over the back of the head to silence him to which Welkins nodded his approval.

"Fellow Spacers," he began, "as you have no doubt heard tensions with the Alliance are coming to a head." There were grumbles from the assembled officers, uniformly bellicose variations of let us at them. Welkin's smiled his eyes glinting like agates.

"We have been in the past twelve months, largely on a passive footing, lifting out to deal with crisis and incident as the develop." Welkins had the trick of making it seem like he was taking his officers into his confidence, despite the fact that everyone of them, with the possible exception of Kaiden, already knew that.

"No longer, with the base secure under the protection of the mine field, we are going to spread our patrols far and wide, show the locals that the Cinnabar flag sill flies and let them that if they are thinking of exchanging our friendship for Guarantor Pora's chains they had best reckon on what the RCN has to say about it!" This raised a round of cheers from the officers, most of whom were at least buzzed on whine or strong liquor already, but the RCN was no place for abstainers. A sober part of Sabatine's mind recognized the other unspoken factors that went into the Commodore's decision to disperse his fleet. If war did break out the first they would hear of it would likely be the arrival of an Alliance squadron extracting from the matrix and launching missiles. A small force like that which operated in the Rayleigh stars could be gutted in minutes if it were caught in orbit by an enemy likely to boast many times their missile tubes. Dispersed the squadron had a better chance of avoiding a crushing defeat and could remain a force in being even if an Alliance task force arrived to attack Herculaneum. Ships would return from their patrols to find the enemy in the system and could fade away if they were too strong or attack from the rear if they were unwary.

"To that end," Welkins continued, cutting through the excited babble once again, "I'm ordering Vicount and Grandwing out at 0600 and 0700 tomorrow, Cadbury will follow as soon as her refit is finished, certainly within the next 24 hours." Officers were begining to reach for recall plates to call their crews back from liberty and Sabatine watched Captain Micha whisper into the ear of one of spacers from the Vickie, doubtless passing his own orders to start rounding up the crew.

"Vesper and Solidad," he went on, referring to the two small sloops, small pocket warships with guns but no missles, "Will remain on station in case the enemy does arrive in force. In such a case Vesper will run for Cinnabar and Solidad will be tasked with attempting to alert the rest of us. Orders have been transmitted to your ships regarding patrol routes." Welkin's grinned wolfishly.

"Perhaps we will finally get our chance to show those goons from the Alliance what real spacers are like! RCN forever!"

"RCN forever!" the assembled officers roared. Sabatine happened to be watching Micha when the cheer went up, the Captain did not join in and looked a little queasy. Well perhaps the booze hadn't quite agreed with him.

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Kaiden had heard better.

Normally such a disgraceful thought wouldn't pass through his head, but Sabatine and his drinking made him lose his composure in his thoughts. He breathed in deeply and realized he needed to curb himself before he began to speak in a similar manner. The Commodore was, of course, right. If the Alliance dared attack, they would be thrown into the void. Kaiden called nearly as loud as the others with their cry of victory, though he didn't stand up in excitement. Instead, he took another drink, knowing he needed it. Sipping, he saw Sabatine and Captain Micha were a trite more reserved than the others, and he followed Sabatine's suspicious gaze to the Captain. The man did seem a bit squeamish. Odd, the food here was finely cooked.

Despite his initial approval, the continuing platitudes and calls for mobilization were going through one of Kaiden's ears and out the other. It was getting all rather droll, and one look at Sabatine was enough to get him to make a few sisyphean excuses of why he needed to leave, not giving anyone a second look. He drank the last of his tankard dry and left it on the table, striding out of the room and through the compound. He decided his excuse of "fresh air" would turn out true, and he found the night was pleasantly warm.

Among the sea, he saw distant lights of gigs and other, larger vessels moving slowly along the horizon line. Most wouldn't be able to differentiate the sea from the sky, but he had spent many nights watching the sea. It helped him relax on this strange, beautiful world. He wished he could appreciate it, but at the moment he was, as the spacers called it, pissed. He headed off the walkway towards the center of the island, where the Vicount was set up above the hanger on it's hydraulic legs. If he was going to be the Lieutenant of the vehicle, his muddled mind decided inspecting it would be a valuable use of his time.

Normally he would often play the rebel, sneaking past the guards even if he had full access to the area. But he didn't know this island near well enough and wanted to flaunt his position, so he waded through every checkpoint with a princely manner and a barely complacent wave of his hand. It was a few minutes into his inspection of the underside that he realized he truly was in no condition to inspect the underside. Not only for the drink, but his mind dwelling on Sabatine. Bloody woman!

"Excuse me?" Said a sultry voice, as smooth as freshly woven silk. "You're a Liuetenant for this Corvette, yes? Might I-" And the shapely woman gasped when Kaiden turned. Even in the dimness of the night, she could recognize his face from countless photos Tilda Savari had seen. "You're Kaiden Caladwarden."

The prince regarded her. Normally he would be thrilled to meet such a delectable woman, but at the moment he was in no mood and she was clearly a reporter. The only reason he didn't immediately tell her to buzz off was that she was not supposed to be within the perimeter after hours and yet here she was, speaking to in the thick of RCN security. He respected talent, particularly in women. "Yes, I am. And I am not taking questions at this time. You should go before I call the men to escort you."

"Wait no!" She said, somehow loudly within a hoarse whisper. "Look, I was already thrown out by that bi-...the female Lieutenant earlier. I'd just like a few questions."

Kaiden blinked, looking at her directly. He gestured with his hands to halt her speech. "Hold...did this Lieutenant have her hair in a bun, a workman's uniform and a harsh disposition?"

She raised an eyebrow, playing with her hair as she wondered whether or not he was asking a trick question. "Yes?"

Kaiden gave her a courtly bow. "Madam, you may ask me whatever you would like. Shall we go to the bar on the east side?"


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Appearance:
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Age: 19.
Gender: Male.

Weapon specialty: Great/Tower Shields.

Personality: Jobain is friendly and warm always having a smile for most anyone. His temperament is one of caution though if a large threat presents itself you can expect his shield and himself to be one of the first things it meets. He is generally very protective of most everyone who need it whether they know it, or want it, or not. By nature he isn't violent however if that's what it takes to keep people safe its something he is willing to do. Though he is large and strong he rarely thinks of it as anything important, more just a tool to help others.

Bio: Jobain was the eldest son to a couple of herders of the plains and has always enjoyed working among the large animals they tended. It was a simple peaceful existence for the most part and he never really thought about doing anything else for quite a long time. However, when the Maw made their presence known it resulted in a massive stampede of the normally docile creatures inhabiting the plains which quickly turned into a massacre as almost no one could stop the tide which was led by a couple of large bulls who seemed to be leading. Jobain's uncle was a Craftknight at one point, retired but he kept his last shield as a memento of his travels, which got the boy thinking and he hefted the virtual wall of metal over his shoulder to help assist in the defense of his home. He wielded the shield more comfortably than one who expect of a mostly untrained, though large and strong, boy and managed to get himself in between one of the lead bulls and other villagers. It charged him and he grounded himself as he stepped into the beast butting head against shield which allowed him to stand his ground and eventually turned the beast with some well aimed bashes and crushing blows helping to save his home and others as well. It wasn't long after that he thought of becoming a Craftknight to continue to help other people which resulting in him getting training and better equipped with a large, tower shield as well as armor to match. He had learned much and intended to put his knowledge and skills to use heading to Degar to join the order so he can stop future attacks.

Bacchus. This fairy-type can shape-shift his hands into either fists or... those things. He does not speak. Despite being a crushing machine he has a gentle side- he enjoys watching nature, quite like an awestruck child. His ice-alignment, however, makes it almost impossible for him to deal with fires (candles are fine- but anything larger agitates him). The vocal noises he makes sounds like stones grinding against one another.

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Aletta watched curiously as the balls of light formed, staring into her own before beginning to answer the questions in her head.

"What is the most important thing to a craftknight?"

Tal paused, tilting her head slightly as she thought. The most important thing? But there were so many important things... It was difficult to choose one. Her mind was caught between two answers and it took her a moment to decide which one to go with. To protect those that cannot protect themselves.

"In battle- do you rely more on your skill or your weapon?"

Well the question seemed simple enough. She remembered her brother's lessons and his words 'think of the weapon as an extension of yourself.' But how true did that seem to her. My weapon. Because without the weapon she was helpless.

"Think of someone whom you admire- what is it about them that you admire so much?"

There were many people who Tal admired... But one was stronger than the other. My brother. He works hard to fulfil my parent's wishes but also to do what he loves, and pursue his own goals all while helping people. I admire his strength of mind.

"And finally- what does love mean to you?"

Love is opening up to someone, giving them power over you but knowing they'll never abuse it. It's about trust and faith, and it's the strongest feeling there can be between two people. She smiled slightly.

She paused only a moment after answering, stepping back and glancing at the others from the corner of her eyes.

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Rather wary of the orbs of light, not entirely trusting how they had been made, Sairse nonetheless went to answer the questions.

"What is the most important thing to a craftknight?"

Well, it certainly wasn't she had thought about. It depended on whose point of view. Of course, she guessed that they were being asked their own point of view. To improve yourself, and become the best that you can, to aid survival.

"In battle- do you rely more on your skill or your weapon?"

I rely more on my skill. The answer was easy enough. She relied on her own skill for everything. Stealing would be more difficult if she was not skilled. Daggers were a simple weapon, common enough. She was better than others because she was skilled in her use.

"Think of someone whom you admire- what is it about them that you admire so much?"

There were few people that she had admired. She hadn't particularly grown close enough to anyone to admire them. Those that survive, even when the whole world is against them. I admire the strength that they have and the ability to do what is necessary to continue living.

"And finally- what does love mean to you?"

Ha. Of course, she should have expected something like this. To be honest... She did not truly know the answer. At least, she couldn't describe what that thing was in a typical way. Love is a weakness. It forces people to risk themselves for others, to do stupid things without thinking. It is something so strong that it overcomes all logic.

She took a step back as she finished watching, surprised to find herself slightly excited to find out what Guardian Beast she would get. She guessed it would be good to not have to only look out for herself...

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(I provided names for your monsters- you can change that if you want)

The mentors sat back and watched intently as, almost simultaneously, the orbs solidified into the Guardian beasts.

Before the first girl that had arrived- the quiet one that would no doubt soon introduce herself as Calette- the orb took on the form of a large flower bud. This bud burst and opened, forming the skirts of a fairy. This fairy stood about a foot tall and spun in the air before her master- seemingly dazed, star dust sprinkling the grass below her. She spotted Calette and, knowingly, smiled and sang out,

"Hello hello~ I am Adelaide, pleased to meet you~"

Adelaide. A fairy-type specializing in healing. She smells of roses and her voice is like soft bell chimes. She's very talkative and can be somewhat mischievous- its her goal to get Calette out of her shell. Of all of the Guardian Beasts she is the most protective of her master at first, acting like an older sister to Calette.

Beside her the orb floating in front of Altea bristled- large ears burst from it and a long tail flicked out- elongating into a fox-beast. They opened their dark eyes, flicking their blue ears toward Altea. The beast was embroidered with ornate jewelry- the most prominent of which was a ring on her tail.

You are to be my master? Her voice rang through Alteas head. I am Blaanid. The Fox of Cyclones.

Blaanid. This beast-type can manipulate the wind around her to strike out at her enemies. She is silent in her movements and is skilled in the area of stealth. She has the ability to telepathically communicate with her master. Of the other Guardian Beasts- Blaanid is the most aloof and is the slowest to trust her master. But once Altea gains her trust- she will have a companion that will lay down her life for her master.

Her siblings orb flared hot- clearly unstable. Some moments passed and nothing else happened. Tamirlan furrowed his brow, suddenly concerned, but before he could move to do anything- a voice spoke out from the orb,

"HOW THE HELL DO YOU WORK THIS THING?!- ah oh wait- shit is this the-SHIT OKAY WAIT-" screeched a voice before the orb burst in flames. A boy threw himself out of them and, fists up and ready, looked about at all the strange faces around him,

"The champion of Silturn, Riagan, has arrived!" He caught Lebolants gaze, "Are you my master? HA! Fight me! FIGHT ME RIGHT NOW."

Riagan. This oni-type specializes in small fire bursts that he shoots from his fingers. He fights to solve his problems. His temper is explosive- you'll hear Riagan before you see him. He's a prankster and often gets Lebie in trouble with his shenanigans. The oni loves to make everything a competition and will most likely spark up a rivalry with the toughest looking person around.

Tamirlan chuckled, relieved. The Oni were always ones for showy entrances and complications.

His attention soon fell on the next orb, which floated before Tal. It held a much calmer air than that of Riagans. Vines fell from it and began to lace into one another, forming legs, and then a back- but it was all wrong. It seemed like the shoulders were forming on top of another pair of shoulders. Soon all confusion was cleared, though, as the centaur stood before Tal. In his arms he held a spear. The guardian beast stoically looked down at his master,

"Evening... I am Gyuri of the Hemlock Grove."

Gyuri. A beast-type that not only uses a spear made of root and wood- but who also specializes in using leaves as throwing knives (with the use of wind). This centaur-beast enjoys sharing lore and stories about the forests that cover Senefer with Tal and whoever else would care to listen. Of all of the Guardian Beasts- Gyuri never waivers from the task and always has the goal of training in his mind.

The sound of gears and steam ran havoc through the orb beside him. Something was being systematically assembled within. A pair of glowing lights tore through the orb and soon the light of the orb faded to show a mechanoid soldier. It towered over his master. A metallic voice rang out as the android assessed its surroundings,

"Callibrating systems to enviornment_Downloading necessary survival modems for_Degar Forest Senefer_Cooling units working 100 percent_ all functions updated and working at full capacity." A click and a whir sound were heard, the androids facial sensors turned to their default blue,

"kNIGHT-E07 online. Greetings." He turned his face modual down to look at Sai. He scanned her. "Craftknight master identified. Identification saved to data bank. Registration complete."

Meet the Mechanoid Soldier kNIGHT-E07, or kNIGHT for short. He uses a pulse fist attack (which is simply an electrically charged punch which, when developed, can be used to shoot electrical pulses at enemies from long distances). He speaks very little but he is fiercely loyal- to the Law that is. This robot has volumes and volumes of moral, ethical, and judicial code downloaded into his system which he follows sometimes blindly- meaning that he could and will choose the law over his master if they stray from it.

"uhh- keep in mind that kNIGHT's speech patterns can be modified for your understanding, student." said Tamirlan to Sai, "you simply just have to ask him to change it to something more casual and he will."

And finally, the last orb. The air around it was chilled- if you listened close enough, you could hear the popping of ice as the orb crystallized in the heat of the noon day.

"Looks like a fairy." called Roque from where he sat. He raised an eyebrow at Jobain before turning his gaze back down on the orb.

On cue it burst and shattered into shards of ice. These shards hung in the air and grew- melding together to form a giant. This ice giants face was a simple bone skull- it peered blankly down at Jobain. The ice fairy let out a groan- a haunting sound of stone on stone. It lifted a hand out to Jobain for him to shake.

Bacchus. This fairy-type can shape-shift his hands into either fists or... those things. He does not speak. Despite being a crushing machine he has a gentle side- he enjoys watching nature, quite like an awestruck child. His ice-alignment, however, makes it almost impossible for him to deal with fires (candles are fine- but anything larger agitates him). The vocal noises he makes sounds like stones grinding against one another.

"Oh. This one doesn't speak." Observed Tamirlan. He stood from his seat and approached the students and their beasts,

"We'll give you a moment to get to know your companions. If you have any questions- ask me. Or ask them."

(Yay everyone got their monsters :'D After this point you can add on to your characters whatever you'd like- they're now completely yours.)

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Jobain looked up at Bacchus' large form taking in the image of the giant golem who would be his companion and broke out into a wide smile at him. He grabbed the icy hand extended to him and shook the golem's hand as well as patting his shoulder prompting the bigger being to do the same making a bit of a clank as armor and ice met.

"Good to meet you big guy." He said quite happy with his new companion who seemed to agree responding in a few short grinds.

Jobain saw a good deal that he liked in Bacchus such as the simplicity of his form and manner which seemed to mirror his own. Sure he could talk where the golem couldn't but it wasn't necessary for two souls like them who obviously spoke more with actions than words. It didn't take long to notice his fascination with the other beings of the other recruits who also were interesting to the shield-bearer who looked along side the golem at the other companions. The ice being tapped his armor after a moment before backing up slightly to hold up his hands to show him that he could shape his hands into what looked like large morning stars or maces which held the recruit attention realizing his companion would fight much like him crushing and bashing opposition, he showed Bacchus his shield to which the golem seemed to approve lightly dinging his hands together before shifting them back to normal.

"Mind if I call you Bacchus?" Jobain asked thinking of a name off the top of his head for the large fairy which got what sounded as close to a grunt of agreement as the golem could manage. "Great. I think it fits you well. You like watching the others too huh? I'm sure they'll like you, hard not to like a big friendly person or fairy."

The two seemed rather relaxed between one another all things considered both liking what they found neither able to think of much to explain to the other about each other. Jobain did give an amused look to Roque as he had noticed the glance from before, not focused on it but it wasn't hard to see, and a more pleased look to Tamirlan for helping to get Bacchus there. The ice fairy seemed curious as to the amused look but didn't make a big deal out of it though he gave a wave to the Summoner just to be friendly because he seemed nice and Jobain's reaction prompted him to make his presence felt if only a little for such a big golem.