[System]
Rank (If applicable): Commander

Species: Sangheili

Appearance (for his armor, at least):
Height: 7'10"

Skills:Vael bears the title of a blademaster, and with good reason. He also has general combat experience befitting his many years of experience, and has a long history of leadership.

Preferred Weapons/Equipment:
* Type-1 energy sword
* Type-25 plasma rifle
* Type-57 carbine
* Active Camouflage

Background: Vael 'Virisusai is an old and experienced warrior, having already held the rank of major at the start of the Human-Covenant war. For him, the war had been an opportunity both to strive for the honor and glory of victory, and to serve the will of the gods. Early in his career, there was nothing that had set him apart from other ambitious Sangheili warriors. He did not have any particularly exceptional skills, nor an enlightened strategic mind. What he did have was the ability to survive, and to learn every lesson he could take in from every battle and skirmish.

Over the course of the war, every facet of Vael's skill as a warrior was honed to a fine edge. From simple aim, to his ability to keep a calm mind in the chaos of battle, Vael became a more and more deadly presence on any battlefield. Victories, and especially defeats, shaped his judgment and leadership ability just as much as his personal combat skills. Like many of his kind, he preferred to kill in close quarters, especially with a blade. In both fighting against the Humans and countless hours of training and sparring among other Sangheili, he learned the intricacies of using a blade in a variety of contexts, and against different opponents. Given his people's respect for swordsmanship, it was this accomplishment, perhaps more than the others, that most helped him to ascend the ranks of the Covenant. In the end, it was not accident, nor fate, nor genetics bestowing natural talent that created the warrior Vael became. It was pure, earned experience.

In the closing years of the Human-Covenant war Vael had ascended all the way up to the rank of Zealot, and in the final months, he had remained on High Charity after accepting an even more honored position. He was present when High Charity arrived at Installation 05…and present when the San'Shyuum wholly betrayed the Sangheili. Being stationed on the Covenant Holy City, he was a part of some of the thickest of fighting against Jiralhanae-led Covenant forces, then later the Flood as it infected the city. Ultimately, he did escape the parasite and went on to join the Fleet of Retribution to cleanse Earth of the Flood. From there, he took part in the Battle of the Ark, which finally put an end to Truth's Covenant.

Following the end of the war, many Sangheili returned to their homes, to their clans. Many of those allied with one faction or another, but Vael did not do so immediately. His life had been one of honor and war, but most of all service to a faith he now knew to be a lie. Shortly after the Battle of the Ark, he secured a small ship and simply…left. He was not seen in Swords of Sanghelios space, nor that of the UNSC. With the exception of a single re-fueling run on Squala, it was as if he had vanished from civilized space.

Then, after a year's absence, Vael suddenly returned to Sanghelios itself. He pledged his service and loyalty to the Swords of Sanghelios. Given his history, he rose quickly through the ranks. However, those who knew him before the war would have saw some changes in him. He was more reserved, both in terms of speech, and in a more cautious, calculated style of leadership. Perhaps the most notieable change is that, while he still kills his enemies without hesitation, he no longer shows the same eagerness to take glory in battle. He no longer demonstrates his pride in his kills, nor intentionally seeks the most challenging of foes. Despite all of this, his effectiveness has not diminished. He continues to be an honored warrior among the Sangheili, but for those who knew him before, one cannot help but to wonder what else has changed within him. Despite this, he has been chosen for the Aegis Team as a Sangheili warrior with enough skill and experience to be comparable to a Spartan.

[User]
Vael 'Virisusai

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As the charge was planted, Vael took up a position prone, obscuring himself as best as he could on the edge of the ridge. He braced his carbine between two rocks and set his sights through his scope on one of the doorways. There were just a few chokepoints that the enemy would be funneled through once the fighting started, so they would want to maximize the damage they could deal in that time.

The detonation sounded out like thunder, though the roar of the storm still overtook it. After a moment, the whole platform in front of them started to list to one side, but Vael adjusted his aim to keep it trained on the doorway. The moment he saw movement, he opened fire. The green glow of the projectile lit up the area around it in the rain, though it cut through the air in the blink of an eye. The first one hit was an Unggoy trying to rush out the door. The carbine shot pierced his torso armor, followed by another, and another. Plasma and bullets joined in pelting the doorways. Unggoy that tried running outside at first were cut down in the doorways or shortly outside, but the better-shielded Kig-Yar and Sangheili could make it farther. The team on the closer ridge could not keep the doors suppressed indefinitely as they started to need to reload or let their weapons cool, but the marksman team on the other ridge would find the targets scattering across the platform had been softened.

[Assistant]
Spartan Lucas Ryker

Having set up just behind one of the few rocks actually sticking up on the ridge, Ryker set his shoulder against the back of it along with resting his DMR against the side, aiming at the doorway he could see. The others had all set up with their own lines of sight for the crossfire, so as soon as their resident demolitionist blew the charge, they'd begin. As he waited for Grikgar's confirmation and the boom, time seemed to slow down for the SPARTAN-IV, even as the Unggoy's verbal confirmation came in. This was a key mission, he would help here to shut down the turret, kill it's crew and then follow up with oversight to find out if he was to remain with the team or move on the Zealot that had been mentioned in Sydney during the briefing.

However, as the bomb went off and the tower listed, he focused back in on the mission. The first enemy Unggoy out was dropped by someone on the other side, and soon he could see Sangheili and Kigyar running out as well. Noting one of the Sangheili with weakened shields, his silenced DMR fired, the muzzle flashing once as the round pierced shield and brain at the same time. The next muzzle flash dropped one of the Kigyar as it turned to fire on a carbine wielder on Aegis. This proceeded methodically, his muzzle never flashing more than once per target. However, they could only fire from the ridgeline for so long and eventually he radioed Vael. {Permission to move into close range combat, Commander? This will only work for so much longer.}

[User]
Grikgar /Grik/ Seeker
// Unggoy Ultra // Demolitions and Artillery // Location: Two big booms!

The path the unggoy ultra had chosen to keep him unnoticed was a bit more treacherous than he originally thought. Clinging to the stone walls and cliffs edge during a raging storm was the most fun he was having so far yet his main motivation other than completing the mission was knowing that his goblin was waiting for him with the hot drop of heavy weapons. That knowledge alone was enough for him to quicken his pace while he crawled hugging close to the stone and towards the platform.

Grik moved quickly under the platform and quickly looked around the pillars when something caught his attention. A small patrol of three Unggoy moving slowly under the structure, "why are we here?" one of the two orange-colored grunts spoke with an anxious tone. "Because yap-yap ate to much from the food nipple again." The other orange grunt retorted quickly. "At least I don't fall asleep on watch Blip." The red colored unggoy among them spoke with an irritated tone that made the other two shut up as the slowly made there way through and around the support pillars.

Grikgar knew he couldn't sneak around them forever and he needed to complete this quickly. Silently he moved from pillar to pillar until he was right behind the red grunt, ODST knife in hand. Plunging the knife into the back of the grunts neck and quickly with drawling it to lunge at the next closest squad mate who didn't seem to be able to react in time as Grikgar buried his knife in its skull. The surprise and hesitation from the third were all he needed to tackle him and swiftly break his neck in a choke hold.

Grikgar remained still and quiet for a few moments before quickly carrying on with his objective and retrieving his knife. Picking up a small piece of scrap metal from the ground and climbing up to the base of one of the exterior pillars. Grik knew where he was in relation to the rest of the structures and placed the magazine where the platform and pillar met angling it towards the intersection of the two, then he glued it in place with the adhesive of the first plasma charge he had.

He did this again on another pillar a bit farther in towards the other side of the structure he knew was above him but outside of the blast zone of the first explosive. using the thick chunk of metal, ammo, and plasma charge with this one facing it straight up instead of into the pillar with the chunk of metal against the platform and the other two layered beneath it. Quickly the grunt slid down the pillar and to the opposite side of the platform from the others stopping only for a moment to pick up two more plasma pistols and a couple grenades off the dead grunts before continuing to sprint to cover up the hill with a bit of a height advantage over the platform below.

Grikgar blinked his indicator light green twice to signal the others that he would detonate the first explosive in 10 seconds. The reason he went to so much trouble to set up and layer the explosives like he did was to create a shaped charge that would sling a piece of super-heated metal through the structure along with the explosive. 4… 3… 2… 1… BOOM! A blinding light and deafening explosion for him but it was enough to shift the structure slightly. Then the dazed and disorientated defenders would wander into a kill zone.

His allies were making good work of the situation, Grikgar stayed hidden but watched with glee as the defenders began to rally themselves into cover and began to put up a fight. By what he could tell at least some of the defenders began taking up positions near where he had placed the second explosive. That is what you did after all, one explosive to scatter and send your prey into a choke point or central area then detonate the second explosive for maximum effect.

Sending a message to the rest of the team, {"Hold for secondary explosive."} The glee in his voice was nearly unprofessional but he did not disappoint, setting off the secondary explosive and hopping his shaped charge idea would help to cut a hole in the platform and scattering the defenders once more.

[Assistant]
Yalu 'Suumko

Yalu was less precise than his squadmates opening fire. The grunts were easy pickings. The elites and jackals might actually triangulate them. Yalu peered through his scope looking for Kig-Yar holding long weapons. They got a needle to their shooting hand, or their jaws. Disabled as they were, it would only add to the confusion. Sangheili caught a burst of needles until their shields flared. The light made them easy pickings for their marksmen.

Time came to reload. Yalu rolled from his prone position behind a shrub on his back, took a couple of plasma grenades, and tossed them over to the enemy in a high arc. The reload came after, timed to spot the enemy by the time they decided to move away from the explosives. Wouldn't be long before it was time to assault the platform itself.

[User]
Vael, in this case, did not pay as much attention to Grikgar's attitude as he did the plan itself. The Unggoy, it seemed, had taken some of his own initiative. Vael kept firing, and kept up pressure, until his carbine's magazine was empty. Without missing a beat, he drew the plasma rifle and continued to lay down suppressive fire over the area until the detonation finally came.

The secondary explosive was a shaped charge, intended to cut through the platform from below. It was more limited in area of effect than an explosive on the platform would have been, but it had been placed well. Evidently, Grikgar had observed the area and correctly guessed where many of those on the platform would flee to. The blast tore through the platform, killing some Kig-Yar and a few Sangheili immediately, while sending out a shockwave that knocked several others around them off their feet. From where he was, Vael could see several shields flare, and a few break, around the explosion. Hostiles had stopped coming out from inside the structure, so there were likely few remaining inside.

The explosion had created some cover on the platform, by virtue of the warped metal plating from the floor, but it had also created an opportunity. Many of the remaining hostile Sangheili now had weakened or depleted shielding, though that advantage would not last long, if they were allowed to recover.

Vael ejected the magazine from his carbine and slotted in a new one in one quick motion. "The enemy is weakened, push the advantage!" He ordered before jumping down onto the platform below.

Given that he had to go below the platform to plant his charges, Grikgar was separated from the rest of the team. It would take some time to climb back up to the others, but in the wake of the explosion, there was something else he may have spotted out of the corner of his eye. Movement in the rain, and a silhouette just at the base of the hill. It was a Sangheili, currently in active camouflage, who must have dropped down from the platform above in the chaos, and now had his sights on Grikgar.


[System]
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Rogue Thief 20For gold and glory. Mostly for gold.

[User]
Ada  Mavros

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The group riding winds had just departed when Ada heard a quiet voice behind her. "They fly to their deaths, and we to ours," Ellenara whispered, her voice barely loud enough for Ada's elven ears to perceive. "The winds have changed; spring turned to fall. Destruction awaits."

Ada looked to the druid in confusion. "Destruction? You mean there's a trap? Nothing that the servants of deities cannot handle, though." Even as she spoke, Ada was cut short by a derisive laugh. "If you have seen something, let us know, for all our sakes," the duchess demanded.

"The giant has seen us, and I have lost the orc man. They will have bolstered their numbers, and perhaps may seek us out. Even now, the strength and desire of many of our number has faded. Even I long to return to the trees. I see death of many at the feet of Orcus's handimen. No, it is useless unless we are gathered. And the orc man will return. You need many to guard in your absense, and I believe I am best suited to help those who have already volunteered."

Ada sighed with some frustration. The Keep could protect itself, but the city below would be vulnerable from a large-scale onslaught. Plus, Krusk had already proven he could teleport past the magical wards of their keep. That spoke of a powerful mage assisting him. There really was no other choice. She spoke into the Sending Stone, requesting Marcus to return. Only a few minutes were wasted waiting and explaining the situation.

"If we split up much further, both parties will be doomed. If we leave no one to defend the city, thousands could die. If we do not stop the Giant, he has already been alerted to us and may march on the Seat. I'm sorry, my friends, but our only choice is to ignore the ghoulish threat for now and focus on the more pressing matters. When we complete this mission, we still may have the chance to stop the emperors' advance." It wasn't what Marcus wanted to hear, Ada was certain, but it was the only way.

They must all head North.

[Assistant]
The change in plans was rather sudden, then again being a thief plans change suddenly for James. He lands next to Markus, his form solidifying after minute.
"Well then I suppose we best be off to find the giant and the dragon. How are we all going to get to Vael Turog?" He was beginning to wonder if the goddess of misfortune was sowing seeds of misfortune among the group.

[User]
Marcus  Lakeltia

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The question was asked by the shiftiest of their troupe, only for the Druid to raise her voice once again. "All you need to do is ask", she assured the inquiring minds of the means of travel being handled. "While the many visions seen do prevent me from personally joining you, I still managed to confirm a way one could make it to Vael Turog, fast." With that, she approached a nearby tree and placed her hand against it. Marcus could only raise an eyebrow at this display, but they were soon briefed on how this was going to work. She would cast a spell, and they would step within the tree, to emerge from the other end as if it was just a simple step to be taken. Very well.

And that was exactly how the transition would take place. They were in a hurry: Ellenara had explained that the spell could only last for seconds before the pathway would close again. As soon as she'd given the sign, Marcus had stepped through, into the bitter cold beyond. Granted, he usually was a bit warmer than comfortable in all his armour, but here all that was brushed away in a millisecond. While he marched on a few more steps to give other space to emerge, he cursed the fact he had not prepared better beforehand. Well, it had not been his task to walk here in the first place, but where his aid was needed he would go. Forgoing all that for now though, he really could use a warm cloak or three. The current one was more for protection from magic than the very elements.

Behind him, everyone still seeking to join in the task of taking down the giants and their supposed pet dragon (or the dragon and its supposed pet giants?) walked into the snowy atmosphere. The wind forced itself through the flimsier of the fresh arrival's clothing, making sure they knew just how unforgiving their new environment would be. Marcus turned around after surveying the surroundings for a second. A village, more so than a town at least. Most of the buildings looked quite ramshackle to a cursory glance, though they would stand, and likely act as a barrier against the wind, even if any and all heat would rather see its way out. With everyone now gathered, he nodded at them.

"We have arrived. By Tyr's word, we were advised to seek more information in this place. Those of you who still possess the gift of flight, granted by divine influence or as something entirely, should likely take to the skies and have a look around for anything particularly interesting. In the meantime I shall lead the search for further clues in this settlement", Marcus took charge of the initiative, not expecting himself to be challenged for the position. And looking at those around, the only one likely to do such a thing would be Ada, and she hadn't seemed... right, not since her drunken bender.

Once those that would either follow the suggestion for scouting had left or everyone had decided to remain (and earn a roll of Marcus's eyes), it was time to begin searching. The locals were not exactly out on the streets, that they were not, but the first individual they walked into was a kinsman of the Paladin, another half-orc! "Excuse us, we are looking for any information we might be able to get about the giants-"

"And the dragon, am I right?" the half-orc interrupted the question. "Yeah, nah", he dismissed the inquiries and continued on, carrying the firewood in his arms to wherever it was heading while Marcus was left standing behind quite dumbfounded. Had an offer for help, in a situation this dire to boot, just been... refused? He straightened his back as he stared after the fur-clad individual, while the chilling wind sought the openings in his plate mail. No, there was no other way for him to twist and turn it. That had been a stern refusal.

"Odd, do you not think?" he finally asked of those in his company before raising his hand over his eyes to shield them from the sunlight filtering in through the heavy clouds. In this environment, every little bit helped. The snow could be quite bright, especially on the higher cliffs that were now excluded from his field of vision. "There!" he declared soon after and set on another approach, this time towards a human in the company of... a much larger individual. They were both wearing some sort of a thick coat, while the taller one also had a fur collar to protect her neck. The shorter turned out to be a man, quite surprisingly.

Marcus had barely had time to introduce himself as a Paladin of Tyr, before the shorter one answered: "Ah, adventurers. Here either for the giant and the dragons or a spot of Yeti hunting sport. For someone of your status, probably the former. Listen here, not many are going to say much. There's been many before you, will be many after you. Head to the guild, bother them instead. Last thing we need is to feel someone else's death on our shoulders. Let them handle that." The Goliath woman simply nodded and the two went on. Marcus could spy a couple of axes on the Goliath's back as they headed away, not that it would likely matter much.

He shook his head, pressing his hand against his forehead for a brief second before realising the metal was now cold too. "I do guess we do have ourselves a clue", he confirmed as he returned to the rest of the bunch on the ground. "The guild, I was told. That many have come and that many would come after us. They do not seem to think too highly of... our sort, I might have to put it. Now then..." he explained, raising a finger to his ear. "Might anyone know where this 'Guild' is?" he asked, specifically from their aerial scouts.

Ellenara provided us with the means of travel to Vael Turog through Transport via Plants spell. She did not join the adventurers in this endeavour herself, however.

Those who did follow... well, welcome to the frozen North. Hope you packed your cold resist gear. Marcus sure didn't.
@Lurking Krog@Guardian Angel Haruki@16 Bit@The Grey Dust

[Assistant]
The cold will not settle well for these old bones.

The single line of uttered with a sigh spoke volumes of Kethan's age. Nevertheless, the old cleric found himself pressed on, the duties of one called by his goddess compelled him to devote his faith here. It seems Sir Lakeltia's order would rise to assist with the undead in lieu of their team, holding back the horde for now as these living legends had to contend with draconian giants and giant dragons. Unfortunately most of their crew had all but dissolved, either required to deal with the possibility of the Orc's return or having slipped away somehow. Fortunately their resident druid was able to create a tree portal using her connection to the natural world, one that Kethan would like to aspire too had he the time to spend hours in the woods without his grand library, but it came at the cost of her presence in the field. Regardless, it seemed Lady Mavros, Sir Lakeltia, the Alchemist and the Fool would need some form of spellcasting services for utility and healing no less. Surely now the paladin of Tyr would need to drop the hammer harder, Ada had her bow, and the alchemist her mad science. Whatever the Talon'd could do was fretfully minimal no doubt, perhaps if they needed someone to stab them in the back. Kethan took it upon himself to keep a wary eye on this rascal and ensure the relative safety of his companions. As long as he could keep up with the youth.

Not even dragonfire could warm them.

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"In such bitter cold a man has but one desire: trading his useless gold for a warming fire."

A general quip regarding the temperature, the climes were not agreeable at all, the nip in the air certainly did more than shake a chill beneath the robes he wore. Had he presage of coming to the mountains, he would have stopped for winter clothes, alas such was not the case in the precious moment of time. Not only were they on the clock of armageddon, but surely the heroic feast they had at dinner was not to be wasted on idle shopping. While true the adversaries were the giants and dragons, perhaps the weather itself would turn against them. If they needed room for the night however, Kethan could conjure up a devoted temple of Ioun as required, as long as no one needed critical healing or resurrections, such acts took quite a bit of effort and the elder had yet to take his midday nap to replenish his energy. But at the age of seventy six, who could blame a human for reaching his limits so early in the day? Naps after all were good for productivity. But there was no rest for the devout, having quite literally marched into a tree to appear a great distance away, Kethan had already mounted himself atop Zaphkiel to take to the skies per the paladin's suggestion. Both faithful had their spirited companions after all, celestials who served alongside them in the schemes of the gods.

From the sky above the settlement, from the master librarian could see all, and from this vantage point he could see the chaos of the structures. The lack of a decent architect, the lack of planning in housing and urban development, the general natural development of the sprawl was clearly evident of either an old city created from a hodgepodge of whatever was erected at the time, or a brutish governor who was as thoughtless as they were impulsive. Regardless what few passers visible from the all-seeing eye of one so used to spotting out a single volume of lore within rows upon rows of seemingly endless shelves found the pattern in the cacophony. Two buildings appeared to be the main attractions with gathered folks, not quite on the same street, but within proximity of each other: a stone's throw perhaps. One perhaps was an inn, with a few humanoids with tasks in hand, and the other perhaps the Guild they were directed to which featured a pair of hulking goliaths and six goblins seeming to settle some dispute. A general gentleman's dispute judging by the lack of hostility in stance and posture, to which position as he was, Kethan and Zaphkiel had yet to be seen by the goblins and their low stature nor the goliaths who lacked eyes on the back of their heads.

"I may have found the location of the Guild." Kethan notified the rest of the team, hushed into the earpiece giving the approximate location of where he was landing, hopefully the rest of the gang could follow his instructions through the rambling maze of the city. "Have no alarm, I am no heaven sent divine agent, but do we require arbitration from this old cleric? Or shall the quarrel be dropped solely upon my arrival?"

Did the they expect an religious inquisition?

Kethan aerial perception check: 1d20 + 18 = 13 + 18 = 31
Kethan insight check: 1d20 + 12 = 20 + 12 = 32

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The transition from Mavros to Vael Turog through trees was yet again another new experience for James. As was the sudden change in temperature. "Well this should be good..." He muttered to himself newbie taking Markus' advice to take to the air.

The old cleric was upward faster than James, simply due to the Pegasus he had and due to James needing to focus on returning to the gaseous form granted to him by the windwalk spell that the paladin had cast. Once his form had altered he took to the skies going above the roofs of the hovels that made up the settlement. The wind blew harder and colder up there leaving him with little more than the thoughts of wanting to hurry and find this guild so he may try to warm himself by a fire, maybe even try find some warmer clothing if time allowed.

His thoughts were interrupted by the smell of food cooking from a nearby inn, which drew his attention back down. He could see a building that seemed less trafficked and also was the source of the smell. Nearby there a group of eight figures, two goliaths and six heavily covered figures, could be seen arguing in front of what appeared to be a large building. He went to get closer to the group to try to hear what the argument was about only to have that blasted cleric swoop in on his mount. He did hear Kethan alert the others to the fact of him finding the guild just before and now the cleric's attention seemed to be on the group that was arguing, who had now also stopped with the sudden interruption.

James floated down into an alley to switch back to his normal form before heading into the guild. He walked past Kethan, who had just finished offering to arbitrate the matter between the goliaths and the other six figures, and walked past the eight others. He noticed one goliath looking him up and down, albeit with only his eyes, and the look that was rather decerning of an unimpressed disposition of what he saw. The bard in guise didn't really put much care into impressing others from a physical stand point, which he presumed was what the goliath was looking at. With step and a pause as he opened the door he turn back towards Kethan. "Grandfather, we should go inside and wait for the others. This isn't our quarrel nor our business." He stood there with the door slightly ajar waiting for the cleric.


[System]
Appearance:

Costume:
Hero/Vigilante Name:
Silence

Gender:
Female

Age:
15

Height:
1.58m

Weight:
secret

Personality:

Alice is a well behaved and studious girl. Coming from a fairly normal upper-middle-class family, there is nothing that can be considered as "striking" about her initially. She looks like a classic introverted nerdy bookworm which you'd probably rather find in a library, reading quietly by herself than in the middle of the city going shopping with her besties. If one were to make that judgment based on first looks and the first impression they would soon find out that that judgment is... pretty accurate.

By no means is Alice a shy person, she has no problem socializing with people and interacting with others in a friendly manner. Quite the opposite in fact- She is proud of her courteous, friendly nature and knows how to make a good impression on people. Yet however, she is indeed an introvert. After all, spending time with oneself is often more fun than the alternative. Alice has acquaintances and friends- She just does not hang out with them as often as "normal" people do with their friends.

Outside of her social behavior, Alice can be considered to be quite intelligent. Her profound interest in science combined with an affinity for learning and studying, allowing her to learn new things more quickly than many of her peers. A privilege which would often earn her excellent grades. The girl would often find herself tutoring other students- Sometimes with a monetary reward and sometimes because they were friends.

In essence, Alice consists of a touch of non-shy introvert combined with nerdy bookworm and glued together with a friendly and kind nature, glazed with so far mostly unused potential. Whether that potential will be used in science or heroism remains to be seen-

Background:

A long lost twin-brother, the dramatic betrayal of her family by an ancient clan and a lifelong rivalry with her dark equal... are all things which you can use to describe cheesy adventure prose but they could not be further from the truth when describing Alice.
Born into a family of two middle-class parents as their only child, Alice lived probably the most generic kind of childhood which you can imagine for someone with her character. She went to school as every normal child would, made some friends along the way, lost some friends along the way and grew up at her own pace. Honestly, there was nothing special about her upbringing. No drama, no intense origin stories for why she wanted to become a hero, no major problems.

The latter might be the reason why she never quite understood her own decision to join the hero's course at her highschool. The reason she joined the highschool in the first place was due to convenience since it was rather close to her own home and not because of some hope to become a hero at some point. Yet when she was offered the opportunity to make the decision to join the hero's course, it did not take long for her to make that choice. It felt like some sort of calling; An instinctive decision done in the spur of the moment because it felt like the right thing to do. Maybe it was the untapped potential in her wanting to finally be released from this bland normality because she was destined to reach greater things than the happy but empty life of a hermit-crab.

Not like it mattered in the end. What mattered was that she had signed up for the hero course and she certainly wouldn't give it a half-assed approach. Maybe it was time for her oh so normal life to finally change and for Alice to tread into the unknown and uncertainty that is a hero's career.

Quirk:
Owl!

[User]
Maeda Nadeko
Mentions: @vancexentan

Kou's opening line caught Nadeko off-guard briefly. So, he wasn't shy after all, then. Not trying to play the cool loner either, actually. Maybe his friends had just already left. She grinned, tutted and shook her head. There might have been the hint of a flush there too. "I bet you say that to all the girls," she teased in a dramatic, soap-opera voice, before giggling and reverting to a more natural delivery. "Majima-kun it is, then. And yeah, I already finished but it's a new school on the first day, and none of us can really talk in class, so I'm just trying to talk to as many of my classmates as possible. School sucks without a couple of good friends. And I saw you were sitting alone when I walked past. So, what did you think of Hero class?"

[Assistant]
Mentions: @Silver Carrot

"Well hey if I can make someone smile its worth it in my opinion. There's no room in the world for more complaining, and stuff. If I can get a smile or two out of ya its better for the both of us." Kou says as he grins at her he finishes his food and scratches his head as he listens to her talk for a moment. He wonders just exactly how many people she had already talked to? It was an interesting change of pace to see someone so proactive about going out and meeting people but she had a good point when it came to going out making sure you had someone to talk to. "You got a good point Maeda-San school really is a pain in the ass but we're all here to get better. Just gotta be careful with who you choose to talk to you know? Some people are still adjusting and may not be ready to talk like me. May be worth waiting a day or two for everyone to get settled down into the route so to speak. But by all means keep going. I think you've got a good idea going." Kou thought for a moment longer as he considered what he should say about class? It was...different so far but he hadn't experienced enough to form a proper opinion.

"Got to be honest with you I don't really got a real opinion. Think Teach has a lot of faith in us, and she wants to help us but...I can't exactly say if she's going to do a good job yet. Some people respond differently regarding how class is taught, and it being the first day I don't want to give her too much praise or too little. I'd say I have faith in our teacher, and our class to give it their best. That sounds about fair right?" Kou scratches his head wondering just exactly she wanted him to say.

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Eventually Donny would reach his lockers. As he doesn't wear shoes, he could afford to stash the rest of his snacks in here. He put his bento box, his bread, and a few of his soda cans here so he could pick them up later. Unfortunately he picked a rather bad time to show up: a lot of students were crowding near the only exit, with many turning around to find another way out. "Aya. Hmm hmm hmm…"

Donny needed to get around these students, and simply slithering beneath their feet would be easy enough. But he didn't want to get in trouble on his first day for invading the personal space of his fellow students, nor get in trouble with any of the girls who'll feel uncomfortable with him underneath them. That's when he spied one of the open windows. It was a bit of a drop, only about ten feet, nothing he couldn't handle. Not to mention he had a particular destination in mind. "Yeah this oughta work."

So gathering his things Donny flung himself out the window. However he grabbed onto the edge as his body slapped the wall with a heavy thud. The sticky parts of his ooze helped keep him attached, as well as the multiple tiny talons he produced from his body to help keep traction against the walls. Then like a grotesque sort of giant slug he began to crawl up the side of the wall and onto the roof tops. This would give him the highest vantage point to look at the students above and below him.

"Lets see lets see… Acion and Alice are probably flying around here somewhere…"

[Assistant]
Yukari Yozakura

It was just her luck. Every time Yukari ended up doing something embarrassing, someone was nearby to witness it. Though she wasn't at all hurt physically, emotionally Yukari felt like she took a slap to the face. She recognized the voices that were talking to her, Nakamiji Acion and Hana Saki. Both of them were from her hero class. "I'm fine, I'm fine! I was uh... Just learning how to play basketball! You know, just something to do after lunch you know?" Quickly getting to her feet Yukari also wanted to quickly change subjects so no one had to ask her about her little flub. She wasn't sure why these two people were here but she figured she could distract them with some other topic. "S-So what are you two doing here? Did you come to play too? I'm not very good at most sports but I'm willing to learn anything!" Yukari stretched her hand out to grab the basketball that had bounced away, spinning it on her finger and expertly bouncing and rolling it around her body. While she was terrible at actually making the shots she could do tricks with it easily.

@Conscripts

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Eventually, Alice had split away from Acion as she had no real interest in spending the last few minutes of her break in the gym. Rather, she wanted to sip her freshly purchased box of orange-mango juice in peace somewhere quietly. Well, as quietly as the campus of a highschool would allow anyways. She had thought about flying up to the rooftop to spend her break there but... Alice genuinely thought that'd be a bit too much. A nice shadowy bench would do the trick for now. Luckily, the nocturnal girl quickly found one which exactly suited her requirements! A bench nicely secluded from the main area, right beneath a tree where she could listen to the rustling of the wind and which also provided shade.
Alice walked up to it, put her bag onto it, and sat down right next to the backpack with a relaxed sigh.
Only shortly after she used the provided straw to pierce a hole into the designated spot and then slurped her orange-mango juice. It was deliciously sweet!

Out of the corner of her eyes she spotted a familiar but no-less creepy frame... "climbing" up the building to reach the top of it. It appeared as though a certain Donny had similar ideas to the owl- The need for seclusion, peace and quiet. The girl chuckled at the sight as she just imagined the poor janitor who would have to clean this mess up later.
That did not matter at that moment though as Alice averted her eyes again and just watched the distant main part of the campus with the other students hanging out while drinking her beloved juice.

Cypher


[System]
Notable Parents: (EX: Baralai and Paine or any main or supporting character in the games.*Note those two are taken unless you want a brother as a character in the story*)
Age: 18 or the ronso equivalent
Sex: male
Hair Color: white
Eye color: blue
Appearance: A typical ronso. Slightly taller and more muscular than a human with blue fur and a medium sized horn.
Weapon: A lance
Any Armor: Ronso chest plate
Biography:

Bohdan hasn't lived much of a life yet. He grew up with parents who were very sink-or-swim, because they believed that would make him a strong ronso. As such, he has always enjoyed a good deal of freedom and has become an experienced and strong individual relative to his young age. Not long ago he decided that there was more to the world than Mount Gagazet, and decided to go on something akin to his own pilgrimage, only instead of defeating Sin like a summoner would he intends to see the world and find useful knowledge he can bring back to his people.

Personality: Stoic, but not mean or unpersonable. Bohdan gives his respect to those who show strength. As with most ronso, his loyalty is hard earned, but incredibly strong.

Are you arriving in Besaid or Living there?

He is if that will help the plot.

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Gippal watched as Zanka as well as Tirk were slammed out of the sphere by Alex. There were a few times she managed to knock him from the sphere as well...But instead of sitting there he moved towards her, knowing her next move and sure enough she kicked it towards him. He caught the ball but was slammed in the back. Grunting he gripped the ball tightly before being slammed again from the side.

"And it looks like Gippal is getting the brunt force of the Abe's anger today people. Some of those hits got to hurt."

Grinding his teeth he managed to see the next one aiming for him, He waited for the last moment before sticking his arm out, and instead of taking the hit, he pushed the mans head down which caused the momentum to go under him. He then placed his feet on the mans back before propelling himself towards their goal.

Two of the defenders came at him as he dropped the ball. "It looks like he's going for the shot!" one announcer said, "perhaps not the best choice seeing how Abo is wide open again."

He kicked the ball, but it wasn't aimed for the goal. It slammed into Duncan's face, the left defender, and bounced back to Gippal, who spun around and kicked the ball again with the back of his right foot.

"WAIT Could this be!?" The Announcer yelled

 The ball then slammed into Jerald's face, and back to Gippal as he barrel rolled a few times to build momentum, "It looks like the Jecht shot!" He then kicked the ball with his left foot sending directly towards the goal...Slamming the goalie in the chest and knocking him back into the net, the ball bouncing into the side of the net.

"Goooooooooooooooooaaaal Wow people We now see someone had been practicing, creating his own shot similar to Tidus's Jecht shot. It looked like it hurt those players, Never Have I seen a shot from that distance knock a Goalie into the net."

Gippal smiled and nodded while pumping his fist above him. He moved back to starting position. He looked over to Urick and Eva, at which he saw Urick's nod of approval and Eva jumping up and down cheering. He smiled then looking towards Nai for moment, pointing at her then towards the goal, as if saying that was for her.

Abo swam by and patted him on the back while he turned to nod to him he looked at Alex to give a Thumbs up for her Defense and passing.

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Urick looked at Sai as she spoke to him, saying she understood he didn't say much, but would still like the answer from before. He did know what he wanted to say, but it would be quite impossible for him to explain it to her. He simply nodded a few times, trying to show that he would. He noticed Eva with her eyes on him, Narrow as if she was interrogating him with her eyes. But she simply looked back to the sphere.

As the game begun, Urick could have told anyone, if he could talk that was... that Gippal was going to get knocked around quite a bit from his former team. Sure enough a foul hit right off the get go. Gippal simply told him to bring it on. When the ball went onto the Auroch's side of the sphere it was quickly intercepted by Alex. quickly knocking two men out of the sphere and a woman away from her. Dodging two more at the same time. She was truly graceful in the water, He couldn't help but smile at seeing her at work.

[Assistant]
Alex watched as Gippal managed to catch the ball before being bombarded. In which case, the white haired striker managed to pull off something a bit unbelievable. Pulling off a shot like Tidus's Jecht shot... How the bloody hell did he managed to pull off something like?! Still, as he looked over to where Urick and that girl were surely sitting before looking toward Naisha. In which case Alex glared as he gestured toward Naisha and the goal. His reasoning better be good over this met or he's getting double the pummeling.

The white haired man then started looking toward Alex and gave a thumbs up, the red head's eyes blinked softly before scoffing and giving a thumbs up of approvement and a job well done in return before continuing the game.

The game went on for awhile, the Aurochs being a deadly opponent since both Gippal and Alex were in it and on the same side. The Abes had difficultly keeping up, managed to land a couple scores but had trouble landing any thanks to Alex's powerful fast tackles while Gippal racked up scores.

Now, Gippal had the ball and was of course about to get hammered by some Abe's. Quickly, Alex darted foreword, swimming right in his path and taking the tackle. She grunted, but the Amazon woman quickly threw him off, sending him propelling through the water with her greater strength. However, when she was tackled from behind, they hit her right just bellow her left shoulder blade causing her to grunt painfully at the sore move. Growling angrily, she tackled him and propelled him out of the sphere.

"Ohhhh looooks like a foul play was made on the Crimson Valefor. Doesn't look like Alex's shoulder isn't too hot! Will the champ have to step out?"

Alex could hear the announcer before moving her arm, growling as she forcfully shoved her shoulder back into place. It hurt, but she wasn't about to let it kick her out before the game ended. Slamming into another player about to tackle against Gippal.

"Looks like Alex is as tough as ever! She's still in! And defending her teammates to the max!"

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As the game began, it was good to see that Gippal at least wasn't out of form. He was swimming faster than she last saw him 5 years ago. His movement also became a lot more refined overall. Nai concluded that whatever he was doing for the last years he was missing, he at least didn't overlook his training. It was also almost enjoying to see how all the body tackles from the Abes were concentrated on Gippal.' They must be holding a grudge huh?' Nai thought with a smile and closed her eyes. Remembering the feeling of water around her, but was suddenly dragged away from her memories by the commentary as she opened her eyes just in time to see Gippal pulling of a very specific looking move. The mage's eyes narrowed... he had some new moves up his sleeve. That wasn't something he used at all 5 years ago, it must have been created after that. Then the white haired man proceeded to point at her clearly meaning this goal was for her. She waved his hand at him in not pleased fashion then she showed him 2 fingers, indicating she wanted at least 2 more goals from him before the end of the match. She was going to work him hard on that field. The sponsors for the team depended on this match. Depending on the performance of the team, there were going to be a few more signing up. She was still the manager so she couldn't leave that opportunity go away.

 "Coach, pull a time out . Alex may have fixed her shoulder back in, but that needs to be checked now. Before they start to target it more. " Naisha pulled out a com sphere and called Tidus. " Also change formation, they are targeting our Aces too much. We cannot afford any too serious of injuries in the first match." She stated with a very demanding voice.

[Assistant]
The pale woman had her arms folded across her chest as she lay back in the same relaxed position as before. Her crossed leg bounced lazily up and down as she watched the game. Her vibrant eyes followed the players quietly and she gave no indication of joy or usual coliseum enthusiasm like the summoner beside her. Saina didn't take much interest in what she was seeing with the exceptional brow quirk at brutal plays like Alex throwing people out of the water sphere to a single nod when she found something she liked happening, like Alex defending her teammates. The same went for anyone in question on the team, but she didn't give anything more than that. In fact, when Eva started to clap and cheer for her team, she turned her head to examine Eva. Her behavior did match the majority of patrons in the stadium with the exception of herself, Urick and a handful of others around the enclosure who were probably dragged here against their will. Seeing the summoner happy brought the dim smile back to her face. Then, when she noticed her worry and wonder once her cheering had died away, Saina frowned. The summoner looked so nice when she was smiling, it made her look incredibly approachable and friendly with a carefree aura. A complete foil to the pale woman's own. Taking this into consideration, she turned to the summoner.

"...Would you like something, m'lady?"

She asked this with a slight gesture to the workers travelling up and down the stairs offering refreshments ranging from valefor-shaped cotton candy to other local treats. Her eyes locked back onto the sphere when Gippal began his specialty move. Watching the carefully executed precision, her eyes widened only slightly. And then he turned to the mage from yesterday in some sort of 'This is for you,' gesture. The whole thing brought a cheshire smile to Saina's face and she chuckled airily. What a charmer.

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Eva looked over to Saina wide eyed when she asked if she needed something, pointing to the treats the workers were selling. "Oh..."A smile came onto her face. "I'm fine thank you Saina. I'm gunna wait till after the game to get something to eat..." She turned back to the game to see Gippal use his special shot he worked on the last two years that she knew him. To actually see it in action was another thing. Especially when it knocked two people in the face. It must of hurt, but the way they were being mean she didn't feel sorry for them.

She then notice Gippal point to someone in the box next to them, indicating that shot was for them. She wondered who it was to... was it that girl from before? Naisha was it? Maybe he was trying to get on her good side again. She continued to watch the game when she came to the realization it was turning more to a brawl than a game with all the tackles on both sides. It looked like Gippal and Alex were getting the brunt of it. She knew Gippal was a tough man, and by the looks of Alex she was tough as well. But it was only a matter of time before one of them got seriously hurt, and as she thought of it, Alex protected Gippal but hurt her shoulder in the process. But just as quickly she popped it back into place. Definitely super tough in her book.

[Assistant] Bohdan showed up next to Cassius. "Hello, I'm sorry it took so long. I must have slept in, somehow." Bohdan noticed the machina that was now following Cassius. "Hm. Most impressive, I look forward to traveling with it, I've never seen such a machine before." Bohdan had little to do in the way of preparation, he was wearing all of his possessions and had what little money he had in a coin bag. "I am ready to leave if you are." he said.

[User]
Cassius hid his blush by staring at Helios.
"You didn't... see anything did you...?" he said quickly.

Helios examined Bohdan.
"This is Bohdan. Helios, you're job is to keep him in peak condition. Heal him when necessary." Cassius said flatly.

"Right... Now the waiting game at the Beach." Cassius said waving at Bohdan to follow him.
The machine followed him closely while scanning the Ronso. "Did you eat breakfast? It is the most important meal of the day!"
"This will get old fast if he does this every day..."  Cassius thought to himself about how Helios comments on everything.

[Assistant] "I'm not sure what you're talking about, so I assume not." Bohdan said in response to Cassius' question. "Hm, and come to think of it, I suppose I haven't eaten breakfast yet. I can wait, however. I'm eager to move on with our trip." He followed Cassius as he was directed to. "I... appreciate your concern for me, little machine." he said to Helios. "I also appreciate that you're willing to have your machine help me, Cassius."


[System]
Stella Herbalem

Character Quote:"Beware the most beautiful flower, as it might be the most deadly."

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Character Summary
Aliases:Flower Girl, Star, Stella-Bella
Age: 12
Birthday: March 20th, 2008
Ethnicity: White
Birth Place: Berkeley, California
Godly Parent: Demeter
Cabin Number: 4
How Many Years At Camp: 0
Gender: Female
Occupation At Camp: N/A
Languages: Ancient Greek, English, some Spanish

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Appearance
Height: Currently 4'8"
Weight: 85 Lbs
Body Type: Skinny but healthy
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Red
Skin Tone: Pale with freckles
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: One piercing in each ear lobe.
Personal Style: Stella likes to keep her hair nice and long, and she usually has it loose, but she will braid it sometimes when she's working in the gardens. She tends to wear easy to wear clothing, jeans and zip up sweaters the most, casual clothing. She hasn't really found too much of a personal style yet, as she is a twelve year old girl, but she does like wearing more 'earth tones' or things in green that match her eyes.

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Psychology
Cheerful* Spacey * Friendly * Sheltered * Optimistic *Impulsive

Sexuality: Unknown, she's twelve and not sure yet
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Stella is overall a very bubbly young lady that honestly has nothing but good and happy thoughts for the world. Part of this is because of her upbringing and her fathers influence on her. This has led to her being a bit sheltered about some things, like some of the issues of the world, as well as issues that might arise from being what she is. However, overall, she is a cheerful and spunky young girl with bright eyes and a happy smile.
Fatal Flaw: Excessive curiosity: She is too curious about the world and sometimes it can get very distracting, as she will wander off, her head being in the clouds (according to her fathers.)
Habits: Chewing on her nails, skipping over cracks, whistling when gardening.
Hobbies: Gardening, cooking, reading, and hopscotch.
Fears:
* Fires
* Homophobes
* Pure black darkness

Likes:
* Strawberries
* Tea
* Puppies
* Books
* Poppies
* Rain

Dislikes:
* Big felines (Lions, Tigers, ect.)
* Snow/ Frost
* Bullies
* Strong Black Coffee
* Horror Movies
* Baseball

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Skills
Demigod Abilities:
* Chlorokinesis: As a child of Demeter, she has the ability to control plants, like accelerated growth and plant sensitivity.
* Karpoi Summoning

General Skills:
* Baking
* Gardening
* Reading
* Some knowledge of poison
* Sewing
* Cooking

Combat Skills:
* Some self defense lessons
* Some knife lessons

Magic Item: * A seed packet full of flower seeds that never empties. (Gift from her mother.)
* Sickle from Demeter. (Helps her control her powers.)

What Do They Carry On Them:
This includes your clothing, jewelry, your wallet, your id, your keys; cash (denote which country), a picture, lighter, cigarettes, weapons you may carry, shoes, purse, bag, pistol and so forth. If it is not listed you are not carrying it. Again, keep it grounded in the real world. Limited to spots provided.
* (Less carried and more being followed by) Arbor, their pet plant wolf.
* Clothing - Sneakers, jeans, t-shirt, zip-up hoodie, stud earrings, necklace with a peace sign on it and a flower watch.
* Purse/Wallet - Backpack~
* Wallet- With a library card for Berkeley Library, $250 US Dollars, A Berkeley Bus Pass, A few gold drachma.
* Celestial Bronze Dagger, gift from her mother.
* Paperback books
* Photo album
* House keys
* Small makeup bag with a collection of normal seeds in it.
* Sewing Kit
* Stuffed Red Panda plush
* Cell phone
* Small otter plush

Possessions In Cabin:
* Extra clothing
* Tablet (Not really used.)
* Practice weapons
* Small planter of her more interesting plants
* Extra soft pillow from home

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History

Biography
Stella always was an unusual child from the time of her birth, as she had two fathers that loved her and one another very much so. They were rather quiet about whom Stella's mother was, always saying she was a surrogate that wanted to remain anonymous, and Stella was alright with that until she was twelve and things changed.

Stella was raised by her fathers, with both a wealth of information and plants around her, as one of her fathers was a professor of biology, and the other was a celebrated flower arranger, as a Japanese-American man. It was still clear that she was a bit odd, as she had attention issues, and she was always happiest when outside in the sun and among the plants, and talking to them happily. Her fathers never saw anything odd with it, and encouraged her more.

Things started to change as she got a bit older and entered middle school, and she started to notice more and more weird things. Like creatures that others didn't see, and that people were following her. Her fathers assured her that she was alright, and nothing was wrong. It was only towards the middle of December that things changed drastically in her life.

How Long Have They Been At Camp Half-Blood:
Stella technically hasn't made it to Camp Half-Blood yet, but they are on their way there. It was half-way through the school year, and she was struggling a bit as usual with her ADHD and dyslexia when she caught the attention of one of her classmates. Around half-way through the year, the classmate introduced himself as a satyr, and told her that there was a camp she needed to go to. After talking with her dads she set off for the camp, on a grand cross country trip.

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Additional Information

Theme Song: Strawberry Fields Forever

Extra Information:
See previous Character for Sample
Favorite God: Hades and Persephone, followed by Freyr
I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.

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@KazAlkemi@BlueSky44@Trainerblue192@Kirah@kittyluna45@DragonicQueen

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Amtrak Train:

Things were pretty calm for the most part now aside from the chaotic mess that was left behind thanks to the harpies, maybe they were just really hungry and wanted some food, but who knows what they meant. The group had a few scratches from the harpies, and were bleeding still luckily for them there was a mortal first aid kit just behind the food counter that Niah could grab. They could also use their own medical supplies that they managed to get back while they were at camp to. Then there was a door that opened as one of the train's conductors came in and inspected the damage, taking the bait that the feathers that were strewn around the room were seagull feathers. Seeing the three kids that were still there he approached them. "Are the three of you okay?" He asked looking at them.

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Kiera Donovan

Location: New York City
Skills: Hydrokinsis

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Kiera looked over to her girlfriend and smiled slightly. "I guess I get my looks from him then if you think he's hot." Kiera said teasingly giving her a slight nudge, she didn't think it was a bad thing. She had met him once during the whole Winter Solstice meeting that all the kids at camp went to at Olympus. It was the only time really that the demi-gods actually got to meet and interact with their parents, she looked over at Seraphina gently patting her. "It's okay he's actually pretty cool." Kiera told Sera trying to reassure her, as the meeting seemed like it had finally concluded as the merpeople that were in the war room quickly swam off somewhere else.

Hercules then coughed slightly to get his attention, as the god turned to look at the four of them, he smiled as he instantly recognized Kiera and Seraphina. He then made his way over towards them he then started to shrink his size until he was average height for an adult looking at the four of them. "My daughters, how are you?" He asked them as Kiera smiled slightly towards her father. "I'm doing well, we are on a quest actually, and were wondering if you could point us in the right direction?" Kiera asked, as she looked towards Leda and Sera. "This is Leda my girlfriend, Hercules and Seraphina." She said introducing the three of them. "It's nice to meet you all." Poseidon said giving them a smile.

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Madalyne Crane

Location: Labyrinth
Skills: N/A

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"Lets keep moving forward until we find someplace to rest up at least then." Madalyne suggested, she didn't like the idea of being out in the open to much, but she wanted to make sure what her niece and Mary wanted to do as well to. She took out her sword just in case as she started to continue to move forward through the forest, she took a moment to look up seeing a few birds that were flying around. But she got the feeling that something was off about them. The birds were definitely giving her the creepy vibes as more continued to show up in the trees staring down at them.

"Be on alert." Madalyne suggested, as she paused for a moment as she could catch a glimpse of something in the distance and started to make her way towards it. It was what looked to be a cabin of some kind as she looked at Mary and Andy when she noticed that there were about a hundred more of those birds that were staring at them. When one of the birds suddenly let out a rather loud screech and swooped down with its claws managing to leave a rather nasty gash over her shoulder.

Then another two came down managing to do the same to Madalyne and Mary, which sent them all into a frenzy as the birds suddenly flew forward towards them. Madalyne wasted no time and made her way towards the cabin opening the door for them. "Get inside now!" Madalyne yelled at them.

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Kristin Reynolds

Location: Amtrak Train
Skills: N/A

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Kristin stood up slowly as she could see that the other passengers that were in the car that they were in were slightly panicked staring at the group of kids. Luckily Zeke managed to patch up Cassian as best as he could, she wasnt sure if there were any other monsters that were on the train, but they needed to at least get out of this train car. "Lets head on back." Kristin said as she moved back to the train car and held the door open for the group to get back through. She was surprised that Nancy didn't want the trophy at all and instead gave it to Janelle, and Demi of all people who was now another girl.

Once everyone was through the train car door closed and she made her way back towards her preivous seat, she was slightly bruised from the fight after getting smacked by the Minotaur but at least they had dealt with it which was good. She just hoped that they could get off at the next stop as she looked at Demi for a moment. "We can continue with the train ride over to where we need to go or continue on foot or whatever when we reach the next stop, it's up to you guys." Kristin said, she was fine with whatever the rest of the group decided to do.

[Assistant]
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Seraphina Cedergren

Location: New York CitySkills: Hydrokinsis

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Seraphina was glad to be reassured. Her nerves calmed a bit, the pounding in her chest went away. "Well that's good to know." She sighed quietly. Now all she had were butterflies in her stomach. That feeling didn't want to go away. Gods she wished that it would. Sera always hated how nervous she got around people. She shouldn't have to be so scared to meet her father.

The young girl waved slightly as Poseidon came to the group. "He-hello." Her voice was soft, almost quiet like a mouse. "It's nice to meet you... father." She tried to speak up but she was still far to nervous. Hopefully the god didn't mind it. Hopefully he understood.

[User]
Location: The Train - Dining Car
Skills: N/A

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"Well what else would they have taken from the train?" Stella was sure she didn't see anything else missing but food, even as Jason insisted they had to be after something else. Would there be something hidden in the food that they hadn't seen or the mortals didn't know about? What would the harpies be after? She was distracted by Arbor coming up and nuzzling her hand and whining a bit, as his meal had been interrupted, and they were still in the dining car. "I know boy, I'm sorry. We'll see about getting you some food." She pet his head softly and rubbed his ears a bit.

She looked up as the conductor came in and asked them if they were okay, and she decided to play it up a bit, as she was the youngest of the group. "Those mean birds ruined our meal, after we paid for it and everything and then scratched us up! And they hurt my poor service dog as well..." She sniffled a bit as she looked at the mortal, hoping that they could maybe get some free food or care out of their attack, or something. Thankfully the mortal seemed to believe that it was a random bird attack thanks to Niah's use of the Mist. Stella would make sure to thank her for that later.


[System]
Forgotten Lullaby
Mental Age: Nine.
Species: Imp.
Weaknesses: Mute; clingy, moody, and self-motivated - much like an abandoned little girl.
Phobias: Bathophobia, fear of depths.
Skills: Stealth + Emotional Manipulation + Quick-Thinking
Supernatural Abilities:
* Tier 1: Hyper-regenerative properties + amorphous, "magma" body.
* Tier 2: Invisibility + shadow manipulation.
* Tier 3: Pyrokinesis.

[User]
Potato

The zombie horde definitely noticed what Zanii had done, but they didn't know Zanii had done it. Most of these undead even had eyes too damaged to see, and all hunted primarily by scent. Instead, as a reaction to the danger that was the 4 (Mostly Mikkish) every zombie in the general area was now limping towards them.

@Karkinos

Worse yet, the elevator was growing tired of it's passengers who refused to leave. Yes, the elevator was getting sick of em. The ground beneath them slipped forward, moving them out and into the zombie infested mall before they had time to react. Then the doors closed, quicker than any normal elevator, and it moved on back up.

[Assistant]
Dog was content to wait for a bit. The smell was unbearable, no one liked him, and he actually doubted that the zombies were going to go after the big clown. That just made sense, didn't it? There was no real point in going out there when the big guy was perfectly safe.

That's when the elevator tipped itself forward and almost spat his and the blob girl out onto the ground. Dog tumbled into a sitting position, resting on his haunches as every undead monstrosity but one seemed to home in on their position. He stood, grimacing, as the first one stepped forward. Dog reached back his arm and plunged it forward as the thing clumsily lunged at him, wide mouthed. The strike went into its mouth and Dog felt three fingers wrap around the things crooked teeth and with a heavy grunt he he lifted, ripping the entire top half of the things head clean off. The body stumbled for a moment before collapsing on the ground, the half-head cracking against the ground a few feet away.

That was it, right? That's how it was in all the movies. You take out the head and the thing dies. That was Zombie rule #1.

Rule #2, though, was don't get bit. That was another important rule that jumped through his mind, at least for him and Mikkish, as four more of the things stumbled toward him. The safe space that Mikkish has cleared out was rapidly beginning to be filled in, and not getting bitten would be much harder than it sounded if these things were able to come at you from all directions. Dog whipped his leg out at one of the newcomers, sending the thing moaning to the ground, before his spin and bringing his leg high. The next zombie in line had its head shattered like a melon under the force of dogs heel. The other two, however, were right behind that one and Dog felt their grasping fingernails dig in to his arms an shoulders as he brought his leg back on the ground. With their snapping jaws so close he reached up and dug his fingers into both their chests, sinking their their putrefying flesh and holding them at length by their rib-cages as they snapped at him. "Zanni, I think these guys are more interested in us than what you've got to say."

And there were more coming. He could see that their were more coming and that this was only going to get harder the more their were. You couldn't fight them out in the open, there needed to be a choke point. His eyes fixed on the pair of escalators headed to the upper level. Those could work, but there was a sea of these things between them and their small group. He looked grimly between the zombies currently struggling in his grip, then had a idea.

"This way!" He shouted, lifting both zombie bodily from the ground. He brought them close, pressed his shoulders into the chests just low enough to be out of biting range, and let out a scream as he charged into the sea of the dead using the two zombies as a battering ram to clear a path to the escalators.

@Strong Potato@Karkinos

[User]
"Alright. Show us what you got, mouthwash(@Gentlemanvaultboy)!"

Thinking this was kind of a race, Zanni widened his smile and started running towards the same destination.

"Hey Billy, got a present for you. A surprise make-over!" Zanni started chomping into zombie faces, legs and hands, leaving the victims more gruesome and disabled than they were before.

"Gotta love a midnight snack," said the clown while grinding some fingers from an undead adolescent between his teeth.

Zanni also noticed a certain blob(@Karkinos) coming out of the elevator, but kept running.

[Assistant]
The first floor of the basement lays out before her - a shopping mall! It truly feels like Christmas beneath the concrete holding room with a massive tree to boot, its lights glaring off the store windows, row after row.

The excitement of consumerism hangs heavy and palpable in the air, and while the crowds are a tad overwhelming, and everyone looks like they've dragged themselves straight out of bed - well, for little Candelabra, she's far too sunken into her own head to mind. In fact, she would have preferred to stay put.

But she found herself on the floor - this was the second time of collapse. On one hand, it was embarrassing; she was in public - there were people in droves, flooding the storefront, coming in from all sides. But, on the other hand, Candelabra was unused to company, and introducing a foreign concept turned up to eleven would only make it entirely unrelatable. In addition, she was sulking. So the sullen girl of slime stayed put.

When she heard the ding of closing elevator doors from behind - (And was that a disconcerted grumbling?) - she made no protest. A prone Candelabra face-planted the floor.

Was it obvious to the surrounding world that Candelabra wasn't paying attention? With the curiosity she could muster, this was the extent of her hearing:

SMASSH!

Crrr-UNCH!

(Snap! Snap!)

"This way!"

"Alright. Show us what you got...!"

Maybe it was a little exciting, like an action-horror movie. Something B-tier on the late-running monster movie marathon of a sci-fi channel. Something you watched when you were too bored or depressed to care. And Candelabra was too young to be that depressed.

[User] Vinashy looks at the door, and it makes a ding. The door slides open, and he steps in. "Humm, strange magics." It closes behind him, and begins to desend. He sniffs deeply, and his eyes glow softly. He licks his lips. Ah, blood! The sweet scent of living flesh.

[Assistant]
The awful stench of decay intensified as chest plates busted open and rotting heads ripped from their necks. In the chaos of the fight, Mikkish didn't even notice when the elevator opened once more and pushed another unfortunate soul into the fray @Shadow Dragon.

Just as the corpses shambled obliviously around Zanii, they behaved the same way towards Candalabra. This wasn't due to them seeing her as kin, like they did with Zanii, but rather due to their preferred diet of human flesh. In her girlish form, some occasionally glanced their rotting eyes at her in curiosity, but ultimately went for Mikkish, Dog, and now Vinashy.

@Strong Potato@Gentlemanvaultboy

As the might of magical energies pulsed through Mikkish' body, his fists tore through the rotting cadavers with much more ease than his appearance would imply he could. Suddenly, one of the escalators seemed to burst with gore, as Mikkish let out a dash attack which either destroyed, heavily maimed, or knocked the zombies off and onto a floor below. He ran past a horde into a store full of bladed weapons. Swords, axes, knives, even morning stars intended for nerdy collectors. They weren't crafted necessarily for sending back the dead, but they could perform that task.

"In here!" He called to everyone else.

[User]
"A Minotaur? Well that would be fun, we probably should not." Ashley looked ahead at the blocked way. "Let's find another way around." Ashley began taking a few steps back, slightly concerned about her companion's coughing fit. If he started getting sick or something that would be bad. She kind of wants to keep him around, not that he was a great conversationalist, she just didn't want to be alone right now.

"Whatever caused the cave-in is probably is busy with that so we could slip past it. can you still walk?" referring to his leaning on the wall and apparent difficulty breathing.
Cosmos

[Assistant] He wraps his cloak around his body, and bolts. He floats into the room, and scans the walls. He lifts a massive scythe off the wall, and twirls it experimentally. "This will suffice." He turns to Mikkish. "Can you see any bows? That would make a fine weapon for fighting these inferior corpses." As he gets closer, the air begins to smell of blood.

[User]
Dog felt the undead bounce off left and right from his two struggling shields. He could hear and, because of his size, feel Zanni tramping along beside him, occasionally knocking a zombie or two into his path due to his sheer girth. It was almost as though they were having a race, and with each bump and jostle from one of the undead he felt himself grow a little more frustrated, a little more into it as the rush of combat began to take over.

There was no doubting the pang of uncharacteristic anger that flared up as Dog saw that both he and Zanni had been beaten.
Mikkish had made it first, blazing across the finish line in a shower of gore and dismantling every zombie on the escalator. Dog growled and forewent the escalator entirely. As he approached it he couched and leap, his powerful legs propelling him upward onto the banister of the second floor. Seeing Mikkish dodge past another hoard into some shop Dog reeled back and threw one of shields at the zombies that had turned to follow him. Somehow he'd managed to put a spin on the zombie, and when it slammed into the hoard its flailing limbs snapped as it took most of them to the ground.

He laughed to himself and took that moment to turn and survey the carnage down below. Between him, Mikkish, and Zanni a wide hole had been punched in the hoard down below, paving a blood soaked pathway straight to the escalator. But that hadn't stopped those coming in from the sides around the elevator where, he noted with some disdain, the slime girl was still hanging around. Dog looked over at the other zombie he'd picked up, then at the festive Christmas tree sitting in the middle of the room.

Could he make that happen?

He thought he could.

The zombie slammed into the Christmas with enough force for its stomach to burst, but that sound was dwarfed by the ominous wooden cracking and as it tipped, leaned, and tumbled over from the impact, breaking in half and falling to the left of the slime girl forming a makeshift barricade the zombies would have to climb over to get to her. At least from that side.

He heard Mikkish calling for him and hopped down off his perch, rushing into the...medieval arms store? "Oh-hohohoho," He said, rubbing his hands together. He walked over to the long glass case containing a bastard sword to big for anyone to actually use and smashed the glass, pulling the thing out of the debris and letting it drag along the ground as he made his way back to the door to actually help that slowpoke and, maybe, just engage in a little more wanton violence. He wasn't a swordsmen by any means, but he figured a simple HACK HACK HACK would suffice for this crowd.

@Karkinos@Strong Potato@Shadow Dragon

[Assistant]
Ye Ol' Convenient Munition — ding; the doors of the storefront whip open, and a girl steps through, her expression dark, her nose... gone — either smashed in, or ridden of altogether. She strides forward, her feet stick-sticking on the ground, her hands resting in translucent black sweatshirt "pockets." Her straight-ahead stare never wavers; she seizes her prize:

A visored helmet hanging on the wall. Decoration, but Candelabra promptly sits it on her head. She wanders around with this new visage as it clearly proved a detriment to her vision — she staggers into a weapon rack, removes herself with effort as the hilt of a longsword drags the floor, its blade impaled through her torso.

Candelabra's shoulders shake in a fit of silent giggling.

She swings her arms in a facetious march, albeit with such horrific spacial awareness that herself, or her sword, must have bumped into someone on the way to the front of the store. This was not with the intention to leave, for two reasons: the BO outside had gotten ridiculous, and the sounds of butting heads was growing from competitive to violent, to the point where someone had nearly flattened her under the girth of the Christmas tree, something that would take her a good few minutes to recuperate from. Bothersome.

Candelabra never doubted a day at the mall could be so chaotic. It must've been Black Friday. Did that correspond with the holidays?

Regardless, if she was going to trail the group of familiar faces as she currently was, the least she could do was cover their expense. It was the polite thing to do.

Through the visor, she recognized the vague semblance of check-out, ringed the bell mainly because it was there, then spat a medallion out into her hand like a rotten tooth, laid it on the counter.

"What is this?" a rasping voice called out to her. "I don't think I can take this."

Candelabra, not understanding, lets another medallion roll from the back of her throat, down her tongue, onto the counter.

"How are you doing that?" asks the voice, suspicious. "Still, I can't take this money."

(Candelabra is unaware she is interacting with a literal cash register right now.)


[System]
Character Sheet
Species: Kaleesh
Age: 21
Rank/Title: Knight
Planet of Origin/Birth: Kalee
Force Sensitive Y/N: Y

Appearance:

Just below six feet tall, Kyman stands slightly above average for his species. Despite this relatively normal height, for those unaccustomed to the sight of Kaleesh, Kyman could prove a striking sight, his traditional mask giving him the visage of something savage. As was custom on his homeworld, his mask, combined with his draping robes, leaves much of what he looks like to the imagination, his tusks being one of the few indicators of his physiology when in his garb. Despite this backwater connotation, he takes great strides to maintain his wrappings, robes, and mask, treating them with an almost sacred sort of care.

Behind the mask, Kyman is a reddish-brown hue, with scaly skin and sharp, pointed ears. From his upper jaw protrudes two, prominent fleshy tusks, while two smaller ones come from his lower jaw. His eyes, typically narrowed and questioning, gleam a dull yellow. A single, jet black braid is collected on the top of his head, tightly tied back.

Skills/Abilities:

Please list with most potent skills first.
- Form II/VI Specialist - Trained firstly in Form VI by his master, Kyman however grew fascinated by the styles of the Way of Contention, or Form II. The eloquence and duelist qualities of Form II earned his admiration, and so he took it upon himself to become a student of it, fusing it with his background in Form VI.
- Sun Djem - Kyman has honed his skill within Form II to focus on the art of Sun djem, the focus of disarming one's opponents by breaking their weapons or striking at their hands to force a removal of their grip.
- Breath Control - Long sessions of practice have allowed Kyman to hone his self-control to great lengths, allowing him to hold his breath for a long period of time with ease.
- Battlemind - Kyman's honed mind allows him to likewise persevere through his normal breaking point.

Equipment:

List here, item by item.
- Lightsaber (single blade, yellow)
- Utility Belt
 - Commlink
- Jedi Robes
- Face Mask
- Survival Pack

Personality:

Reserved and studious, to those familiar with Kyman, he exemplifies the concept of a silent work-horse. The way in which he regards his duties is best described as reverent, for in his training he has shown a nearly religious sort of tone. This of course makes him a prime pupil, willing to do whatever asked of him by his teachers, however, likewise it puts him at odds with those who chafe at his zealotry and especially with those he disagrees with.

Underneath this, Kyman struggles with the duality between his heritage and the Jedi Order. While the teachings of the Jedi have given a conduit for the warrior lifestyle of the Kaleesh, the apparent passive response of the Council in response to the ravages of the Mandalorian Wars has redoubled this inner conflict and shown to Kyman that some within the Order are more concerned with peace than defending the innocent in the field of battle. While these concerns have thus far been kept under wraps, the rise of Revan has, in a sense, justified the feelings of Kyman, and he feels a quiet admiration for the efforts of the Revanchist movement.

History:

Born on the planet Kalee, homeworld of the Kaleesh, Kyman ras Shevit would be born into a warrior-society, a harsh place seeped in constant tribal squabbles. The concept of a warrior was enshrined within this place, and had Kyman remained here, there was no doubt that it would be his place to serve on the field for his people, a cog in the machine for some warlord.

But that was not the case, and instead by misfortune, Kyman and his kin were the subject of a slaver operation. Taken by force, Kyman would lose his close kin in the ensuing battle, and so it was that he and many of his tribesman were imprisoned within ships, destined for some unknown purpose. As a mere child, Kyman's fate was headed towards a lifetime of servitude, but again the Force had other plans for him.

By happenstance, the slavers would find themselves pursued by an unknown vessel, one that hailed and demanded the release of all those imprisoned. Met with refusal, this strange ship boarded the slavers and it was to be that their saviors would in fact be from the Jedi Order. Easily overpowering the slavers, Kyman and his kin would be free, given the option to return home when possible. But in Kyman, the Jedi would sense a sensitivity to the Force, and rather than return him to Kalee without family, the Jedi offered Kyman the opportunity to return to the Jedi Order and be raised as a proper Jedi. Kyman accepted, seeing it as a sign that it was his destiny to become a greater warrior than any of his tribe, to avenge the death of his kin, and ultimately to become a hero.

Such high-minded ambitions were tempered by the training of the Jedi Order, and while Kyman retained many of his Kaleesh customs, he has adopted the Jedi teachings to moderate the aggression inherent within Kaleesh society. Studying under the Jedi who saved him from a life of slavery, a Kel Dor named Bo-Wen Pree, Kyman grew close to his master, and Master Pree was the force he needed to adapt to the Jedi Code. Now, having risen to the rank of Knight, Kyman sees this crisis as one that will allow him to put to practice his teachings and to prove that he has what it takes to be a warrior-Jedi.

Relationships and Acquaintances:

Jask Wohtan - By virtue of their shared master, it was inevitable that Kyman would grow to know Jask Wohtan, regarding him as one of his few friends and confidants beyond Master Pree.

[User]
"30 minutes to drop. Prepare to board drop pods on the red light mark..."

Private Kal Vonden of the Republic Army felt the words go in one ear, then out the other. He stood by the side of the armory, clad in his suit of armor minus a sturdy helmet which was rested on a nearby table. The soldier's eyes were upon his sniper rifle as he gently cleaned it, handling the weapon like a prized artifact. It was his closest companion, a silent friend. Kal swirled an old rag around the midsection, then towards the front of the scoped blaster rifle. To anyone else, the weapon looked almost brand new, but this procedure was routine for the sharpshooter. He'd done it many times before.

Internally, his mind shifted through different thoughts. The Jedi around him, an unfamiliar concept to the enlisted military man. His mother had told him of the Jedi in his childhood, brave yet peaceful warriors that used 'the Force' to aid them in their missions of good across the galaxy. Kal had never asked her why she seemed to speak so highly of Jedi, perhaps she was just entertaining his young mind with old fables, or she had personally seen them. Now it was just one of the many things he'd never be able to say to her. Mom and dad were gone, he never even got to bury them.

Kal thought back to a recent dream, he rarely slept a normal schedule since his enlistment, more so since the death of his parents. His hand stopped moving along his trusted weapon as his mind swirled.

---

He was back on Corsin, the beautiful jewel of its star system. He was standing on the beach, the same one Kal had ran across dozens of times in his younger days. He was barefoot, each step forward he felt the pebbles of sand shift underneath his footsteps. The sounds of his homeworld hit him like the thumping club music of Coruscant, birds chirping peacefully in the blue skies above him, waves gently crashing into the shores and the laughter behind him, his parents' as they stood outside his childhood home. Tall trees of green spread around it like walls of vegetation.

Kal stared into the crystal clear waters which surrounded the large island he lived on. The seas of blue rocked peacefully as gusts of wind blew the ocean's scents towards land. Nature seemed to sing deafly around him, tall grass swayed in the breeze. It was a picturesque summer's day, not a single cloud in the sky as the sun beat gently down upon him. He practically shivered as his head went through the dream. He turned towards his parents, smiles upon their faces as they waved towards him. The image struck him as something to be found in a tourist's pamphlet, encouraging people to visit the world.

Then it all changed.

The skies filled with grey clouds, the gentle gusts turned to howls. The heat of the sand under him rose, almost burning his skin. The oceans ran red as all the land's vegetation was as grey as the sky. Waves slammed into the shores, exploding like bombs. The birds above had been replaced with hulking Mandalorian ships, as they flew with terrifying screams. His home had been burnt the ground, the trees around it filled with flames in place of leaves. Kal's parents were gone, in their place only ash which was swept with the powerful winds.

He remembered waking in a cold sweat as reality returned.

---

Kal nearly dropped his rifle, one of his hands clenched into a shaking fist. He remembered his hatred for the Mandalorians, how so many others must have felt the same way. Then he breathed deeply, as the calm, cool Kal was once more in control. Dreams were not to be taken seriously. His grief filled mind was playing tricks on him.

Once more he resumed the ritualistic cleaning of his sniper rifle.

[Assistant]
Being shot out onto a dustball in a modified escape pod barely bigger than himself to seize a gigantic war machine was hardly where or how Par''brishan'Zahed though he'd find himself supporting the war effort. He dreamed of fighting bitter battles on heavily populated planet, valiantly protecting those who could not protect themselves. Then again, he wasn't really sure what he had expected when he signed onto the Revanchist movement. Would anyone remember him? Would they call him a coward for fleeing to the Mid Rim, for abandoning from his duties as a Jedi? That was an anxiety that had been brewing in Par ever since he set his robes aflame in that Dubrillion fields, all those years ago. Fortunately, most of the Jedi recruits had seemed younger than him, idealistic Padawans and Knights with the same burning desire to protect others with their actions, rather than their ideals.

A cold feeling stirred in the pit of Par's stomach. He had seen violence before -- too much violence, some might say --, but he had never participated in full-scale warfare. He shifted uncomfortably; calling IRSOG 37's operation full-scale might be a bit of a stretch, and the words networked autoblaster and turbolaser batteries didn't exactly inspire confidence. Par took a moment to examine his surroundings. The sterile ship. The sound of Republic troopers and Jedi alike preparing for the encounter below the only thing giving the cold room life. The soldiers, some of them freshly recruited, sealed inside faceless helmets to become nameless war-machines that so eerily resembled their Mandalorian foes.

Mandalorian, too -- that was another word that caused his stomach to churn. They had been the ones to shatter the Order-instilled belief that Jedi were somehow above those blind to the force. The sight of his master succumbing to bolt after bolt after bolt of laser fire dispelled that illusion in seconds, as did feeling of the same happen to him seconds later. It took Par a moment to get that terrible image out of his mind, hand grazing over the part of his chest wehre the scars he gained that day ached with a phantom pain. He took a deep breath. "Thirty minutes to jump." Now wasn't the time to be getting second thoughts. His hand moved from his chest to brush over his set of lightsabers nostalgically; he concentrated on the comforting weight of the blaster pistol at his side. He had grown in six years.

He hoped it would make him ready for what awaited them below.

[User]
Like some of his other Jedi peers, Kyman ras Shevit sat, his mind at ease under the seeming shimmer of meditation. Probing outwards, he felt the unease that drifted in the room, as uncertainty and fear plagued the minds of certain allies. Such feelings he had felt multiple times, first when he learned of the Order's passive attitude towards the ravages of the Mandalorians, and then ironically when he learned he was among those chosen to be a part of the IRSOG 37. He had wished for the Order to act, and now that it had, he was a peculiar mix of optimistic and concerned.

But this would need to be pushed aside, and that he did; a true Jedi would not allow his will to waver and Kyman purged himself of these thoughts. Through meditation, he looked inward, feeling the Force flow through his mind, down his neck, and through his limbs. As if driven by a beating heart, it circulated through him. When he was but a child, Kyman did not understand it, but now, it was his life, as normal as his breath, as the feeling of a sun's light upon his skin. It was an inseparable element of his very being.

Slowly his focus shifted, down his right arm, and then to his four fingers. Lain on the floor beside him, his lightsaber stirred and then took a lazy flight, up into the air and then in orbit around his now-outstretched hand. For Kyman especially, this too was yet another extension of himself, and the presence of his warrior's weapon was itself calming. His long studies of Makashi, or Form II, had instilled in him a sense of belonging with his blade. It was the point around which he pivoted, the counter-weight to his stance, the object of his focus. Some would call it an archaic form, useful in times of war between wielders of sabers, but now with the hailstorms of blaster fire, the elegance of battle seemed lost.

Kyman however saw the finesse behind this war, the contest between the Mandalorians and Republic, and knew that despite the brutality of it, the sharp edge of the Jedi minds would be the deciding factor. In the arid badlands of Kalee, the wise warlord knew that sheer manpower nor direct force would maintain a tribe. No, it was refinement, true warriors, that would not only conclude a battle, but an entire war. The Jedi were that refinement, and even some Mandalorians had grown to understand this. Even amongst the 37 was a Mandalorian, no doubt a defector who saw the writing on the wall. And Makashi was the pinnacle of refinement, a form that was beautiful in the martial sense. Perhaps it was merely the historic significance that intrigued young Kyman, but now even a Knight, he held a deep appreciation for it.

"30 minutes to drop. Prepare to board drop pods on the red light mark..."

The words stirred him from his deepening meditation, and as he opened his eyes, his lightsaber fell into his hand. The curved hilt complemented his two-thumbed grip and for a brief moment he appreciated simply holding onto it. Shortly, however, he would become well-acquainted with its feel once again, but that was later and now is now. He clipped it back unto his utility belt and gave his next thoughts to the planet below.