[System]
Age: 25
Rank: Sergeant
Appearance: Rex stands at 6'1", and has a pale complexion. His eyes are gray, and his hair is black. He is of an average build, but has broad shoulders. He has scars across his body from his first encounter with a Xeno. He tends to forgo a helmet, and wear a mask on missions. His right arm is entirely mechanical.
Weapons: NSG23 Assault Rifle (w/ AF13 undermounted shotgun, RE93 Recoil Absorbing Stock, and S91 Reflex sight with a custom reticle), Kiba pistol

Name: Moonscar
Caste: "Night Cougar"
Size: Roughly the height of an S. populator on all fours, seven feet tall on two legs.

Name: "Wyvern"
Rank: Young Blood
Appearance: Standard of his race, without armor. However, his Bio-mask has the jaws of a trophy kill mounted on it.
Weapons: Arm Blades, Yautja Glaive, Shuriken

[User] "Got the job done didnt it?" She gets up from the floor, looking around with her trusty gun at the ready. "Cant afford to be slow, they already know we're here and they can smell our every move."

[Assistant]
Drake nodded. The corpsman began treating Jenkins' injury as the perimeter was reinforced. Motion trackers were set up outside to relay back to HQ. The blast doors of the window were closed, so it would be unlikely for a Xeno to come in that way. Currently several were working to block off the nonessential ventilation systems.

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Moonscar had seen enough. If she stayed for much longer, she could be killed. Unlike most of her sisters, she had self-preservation instincts normally reserved for Queens or lone Xenomorphs.

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Wyvern dodged the serpent, unleashing a blast from his plasma cannon. The shot was off, and it cut off only the bladed tip of the beast's tail. Angered, it charged again.

[User] Varia heard the plasma canon echoing from down the long hallway. "Is someone missing? Is there someone else out there?" She asked aloud and looked around, seeing they were all accounted for. Except the ones who died.

[Assistant]
Drake hadn't heard it. "All heads are accounted for," he said. However he heard another roar. "That sounds like a damn big bug." With the building secure he'd taken some of his armor off and set up a cot on the top floor, as had most of the squad. They had set up the automated turrets on the first floor, and shifts would take turns standing guard on the second floor.

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Wyvern leaped over the Crusher as it charged. With inhuman reflexes he hurled a shuriken. The blades sliced through the neck, completely beheading the creature. The body spasmed of its own accord, as if a demon had possessed the body. However it soon laid still.

[User] Varia turns back from the barricaded door with a concerned expression. "Okay then..." However, she was still not convinced. She begins to check the consoles for any information that may assist. Such as the fastest way to the lab. Once she had gotten the research she came for, they needed to go to the core and set the reactor to a full nuclear detonation in order to eradicate the vermin. She tapped away at the computer. She overrode the command protocols to let her have full administrator privileges. This meant she could now instruct the AI to do anything. Depending how malfunctioned it was.

[Assistant]
Moonscar returned to the nest, seeing her mother, the Queen. She was massive, even by the standards of Queen Xenomorphs, she was large, standing nearly three stories tall. Her exoskeleton was a pale white, and more heavily armored than other Queens. Unfortunately for the humans, she was also more intelligent, too, and could lay far more eggs.

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Wyvern broke the Crusher's finger off, taking off his Biomask as well. He etched a symbol onto his forehead with the acid, then his helmet. He was Blooded now. His brothers may be dead by now, or Blooded like him. Either way, the serpents had to be eradicated.

[User] "So, what the plan now Sarge?" Varia asked as she leaned her pert curvy rear against the computer desk with arms folded. She was ballsy indeed but she had to be in this environment. None of that girly femininity gentle and kind personality of hers was going to help any of them. Not until she needed to administer first aid or comfort someone when they were dying.

[Assistant]
"We'll contact the In Autumn Clad," Drake said. "It's still in orbit, so we'll get supplies when we need them." He moved to the computer. "USS In Autumn Clad, this is Sergeant Drake."

"Go ahead, Sergeant."

"We've secured the armory as field command. We have a Private in need of medevac. Can he be brought up when the next squad arrives?"

"We'll have a bed opened up for him when he comes homes."

"WILCO. Reports will be sent every hour until the next squad arrives. Drake out."

[User]
And now the wait. Some of the turret guns begin to fire but then soon stop again as the aliens got more intelligent about going anywhere near them.

"Where do you suppose these things even came from on this planet?" The other female soldier asked aloud.

Varia sighed. "Well...I can theorise that, since they have popped up in very different locations too far apart that anything could travel to and from in between to transport them, and without any human interference at all. That, these things...are not natural in the least. It was if God had planted one of them in specific vantage points in the galaxy. Too coincidental to be mere natural evolution." She explained with a gloved hand in her chin.

"You're such a nerd!" The other female retorted.

Varia frowned. "This is all important information, and its not to be dismissed so easily. Do you WANT to keep on fighting these things for the rest of humanity's life?"

[Assistant] "Nobody knows where Xenos came from," said Drake. "But we know that first and second contact was on Earth back in the twenty-first century. We didn't encounter them again until 2122. These things are not natural." He sat on his cot. "As far as I can tell, it's like God, or Satan, or whatever decided to make the perfect predator and bioweapon. And I'm sure people want to get their hands on them for the latter purpose."

[User] Varia agreed with a nod. "It's disgusting. But Wey-Yu are paying over ten million per Xeno..." She sighed as she watched the monitors for any movement.

[Assistant]
"No wonder people are risking their asses," Drake said. He scowled in frustration. "Just makes more work for us though, damn them." He drew his pistol, checking the magazine out of habit.

"I don't know why we don't nuke the place from orbit," Cho said. Drake shook his head.

"Because they could survive. Xenos can survive in a vacuum. For how long, I don't know."

[User] "They don't need to breathe oxygen. The only thing that scares the is fire." Varia added as she watched the Sarge check his pistol. Turning to the injured private, she asked. "How are you holding up?"

[Assistant] "I've felt worse," Jenkins said. "Although that was because of tequila and an ass-kicking." A collective chuckle went through the marines. Most new the story of how Jenkins had gotten wasted on a colony, flirted with the wrong girl, and wound up with a completely dislocated jaw. He never drank again for six months.

[User] Varia chuckled at hearing this story for the first time. "Well now you know not to mess with women." She waved her gun at him. "Especially ones who can kick your ass." She reminded him, he had been the one flirting with her the entire journey here. She couldn't get away from him fast enough at times.

[Assistant]
"Aw, come on! I like a little fire!" Jenkins laughed.

"Get some rest, Private," Drake ordered, smirking. He moved over to one of the consoles. "Get some shut-eye before your shifts, ladies. Last thing I want is one of those bugs tonguing me."

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Wyvern found his brother's corpse. He'd been torn apart by a serpent, with a hole in his forehead from a headbite. He took his brother's equipment before setting the self-destruct device. The blast would vaporize everything within a ten meter radius, so he began heading for the human settlement.

[User] Varia laughs at the Sarge's joke as she got comfy on the floor, using one of the ammo bags as a sort of make shift pillow. The other female lay down near by then leaned over to Varia to whisper. "I bet that bug aint the only one who'd like to tongue him, eh V?" She winked at her and lay back down. Varia just shook her head with a sigh. "Shut up Sarah." She whispered back and tried to get some rest before the next shift.

[Assistant] Drake spent several hours on the console, trying to isolate where the main hive was. Xenos like heat and humidity, so they would be somewhere near a reactor or a water treatment plant. The Sergeant flitted over the schematics until he found what he was looking for, as well as cross-referencing where the colonists' tracking implants were. "Autumn Command, this is Sergeant Drake," he radioed. "We've located the hive, sending coordinates."

[User] "Hmm...you found the main hive?" Came Varia's voice from behind the sergeant as she leans in to look at the console more closely. She couldn't really sleep and his voice woke her up anyway. She noted the schematics and layout of the facility.

[Assistant] "Yeah," Drake said. She'd caught him off guard, but he tried not to show it. "Water treatment facility. All of the heat and humidity is good for the eggs and hive. However, I've found something that isn't on the public record." He pulled up the facility's schematics. "A mile underground... it's a goddamn research facility. Wey-Yu was studying them. I guess there is a God."

[User] "That really doesn't surprise me. This company has always had a God complex. Trying to control what they cannot." Varia sighed. "They wanted me to salvage what I could. Even told me to bring an egg back can you believe it?" She told him as she studied the schematic. "Do you think we could make it down there and destroy their research 'accidentally'?" She asked the sergeant with a mischievous smile. No way in hell was she getting 'impregnated' by one the Xenos and took back to earth in a chryotube.

[Assistant] "Sounds like Wey-Yu." Drake ignored what she had said about working for the company. "We can probably go down there when we get reinforcements." He synced the map to his datapad, before sending the map to the men's helmets, as well as the Autumn. He sighed. "Get some sleep, Private. Or do you want to volunteer for sentry duty right now?"

[User] "Yes I'll take over sentry duty, you get some rest. We need our fearless leader at his best, now don't we?" She chuckled as she took over command of the console. She just wanted this mission to be over already. But for now she was stuck here and tried to make light of the situation best she could. Even though she was terrified inside. Her comrades were sleeping and even snoring their heads off. How could they do that right now?

[Assistant]
Drake went to his cot and laid down. Despite his relatively short time in service, he had quickly learned that it was a good idea to grab sleep whenever and wherever you could. He was asleep before his head hit the pillow.

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Wyvern examined the humans' perimeter. The motion detectors they used were infrared-based, so he was easily able to avoid them. He couldn't get in without being noticed, but a serpent could.

[User] As Varia tinkered with the system, she spotted several conduits along the way to the research facility that were out of power that may give them trouble later on. She begins to hack into the system to divert power from areas that didn't need it, to the terminals that needed to be powered. Otherwise they might find themselves unable to bypass the simplest of doorways. How everything should be electronically controlled without any manual override back up was beyond her.

[Assistant]
The sound of the autoturrets firing caused Drake to snap awake, drawing his pistol. The Sergeant clipped his comm headset on. "Report."

"Turrets shot at a Xeno, sir," the Corporal on the other end reported. "Missed though. It was damn fast. Must have been a Scout or a Runner." Drake sighed.

"Stay on your toes," said Drake.

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Moonscar felt the bullets whiz past her body. She was testing their perimeter, trying to find the soft spots she could get in to.

[User]
It was when varia was reading the latest journal entry of the computer when the turret gun sounded, it made her jump out of her skin. As what she was reading sent chills down her spine...

"Dr kenna entry log 2312.

This is gonna sound crazy but there are these things out there. Not xenos, they're invisible. We can't see them, only what they kill. Which is everything, human, xeno - it doesn't matter. As we speak the xenos seem to be attacking ghosts. Our sensors can't even detect them. They could be anywhere, they could be right behind me as I write this."

And the gun turret that went off suddenly, varia thought it could be these invisible enemies. Her heart raced. "Drake, I mean Sir, you should read this..." She points to the journal with concern.

[Assistant] Drake read the journal, frowning. "Damn," he growled. "Ghosts can't kill people. And as far as I know, humans have never been able to achieve much success with active camouflage technology." He bit his lip. "However, since I've seen my share of weird shit as a Colonial Marine, I wouldn't be surprised if we've come in contact with an alien species with better tech than we have."


[System]
Extras
Character Quote: Something they say a lot or live by
Theme Song: What would be playing when they walk up if we were in a movie?
Aura Color: Lavender
Scent: From strongest to weakest: Perfume, grass, animal urine
Anything Else:

Nor Dunadkar

Character Summary
Aliases: The Barber
Age: 120
Race: Mountain Dwarf
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Place of Origin: Arian
Gender: Male
Class: Fighter

Stats

Though we will not be rolling dice for feats, this will give a base line to run off of for your character. Max for any stat is 20, average is 10. You have 75 stat point to assign between the six stats.

Strength: 14
Dexterity: 15
Constitution: 20
Intelligence: 8
Wisdom: 9
Charisma: 9

Physical Attributes
Height: 4'7"
Weight: 185 lbs
Build: Muscle
Eyes: Cobalt
Hair: Obsidian, thick and wavy; kept very well groomed, short and stylish.
Skin Tone: Earthenware Clay
Racial Abilities:Infravision 60,
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Yes
Day To Day Attire: When he's traveling, which he does quite often, Nor wears very thick, sturdy clothes. They don't wear or tear too easily, provide protection against the elements and tend to be made of cheaper material than fine clothing. When he's not traveling he wears thick, study clothes. They can be used a long time with little to no fuss and tend to be made of cheaper material than finer clothes. 'Sides, when you work with Dwarven hair fer a living, thick clothes keep ya from feeling itchy all over.
Strengths: Indomitable Will, Swift Fingers, Strong Memory
Weaknesses: Gimpy left knee, hemorrhoids, thin-blooded

Psychological Attributes
Arrogant * Team Player * Greedy * Dependable

Sexuality: Straight
Relationship Status: Technically married. It's a long story
Personality: If there's one thing in life that you have to learn, it's that you always need to look out for Number 1. A lot of folk, especially traditionalists will go on about how important it is to be in a group, the support you can provide and blah, blah, blah. But these same people will gladly double-cross their own flesh and blood for a bit o' gold, property and land. Even if they pretend to hide it, they know what's really important.

You know who'll never go against your best interests or try to manipulate you? Yourself. And you know how you can protect yourself from gettin' stepped all over? Power. Get some power and they may snub about your attitude in their head or behind your back, but they'll come to heel when you call.

Now it's important that ye don't misunderstand what's being said. People can be useful and nice to have around. Sometimes you even need to trust em with yer life (usually when under risk of being wiped out by a buncha green blokes out fer blood), but try not to make a habit of it, and always be ready to cut down the guy before you afore he can.
Habits: Scratching his beard, Laughing Menacingly
Hobbies: Hunting large animals
Fears: Oceans, Lightning, Vampires
Likes: Tidy Hair, blood, money, revenge, knives, children
Dislikes: Unkempt hair, liars, cowards, jewelry, cold food, randomness

Skills
A listing of skills, such as horseback riding, and natural abilities, such as night vision - this also includes any racial edges

* Intimidation: Self explanatory
* Animal Handling: He knows how to work with animals
* Profession (Barber): He's good at the trimming and styling of men's hair. He could probably do something with lady hair if he tried
* Weapon Proficiency (Knives): Stab, stab, stab
* Shield Proficiency: Luckily it will protect me
* Weapon Proficiency (Polearms): Stab at a distance

Magic
A listing of spells, their descriptions - casting times, elements needed to cast, expected damage, any draw packs to casting - Limit 5 for single class, limit 3 for dual class - magic classes only
* Dwarf: He can't use magic because he's a non-spellcaster dwarf.

Possessions

Possessions Generally On Person: Clothing, coin purse, money, etc
* Traveler's Clothes: Boots, tunic, Trousers, Cloak, standard stuff
* Coin Pouch: For small purchases
* Utility Knife: For not stabbing people
* Masterwork Dwarven Straight Razor: Sharper than George Carlin's wit
* Item: Description
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Weapons: Personal weapons, no magically enhanced items
* Dwarven Combat Knife: It's big, wicked and more than enough to gut a human clean
* Tower Shield: Big enough to completely hide behind if he kneels right next to it sideways. Makes an effective battering ram.
* Item: Description
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Armor: Base armor only, no magically enhanced items
* Full Plate: Made with traditional dwarf forging techniques, this full suit of armor is definitely tough, but Nor doesn't wear it without having occasion to
* Item: Description
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Animals: Have a horse or bird? Limit 1 non bonded
* Mule: She pulls the cart. Her name is Dorka

Pack Contents: What do you carry in you pack when traveling
* Small Cart/Wagon: Nor doesn't actually have a pack, but a wagon that holds things he needs for business inside
* Barber Items: Kettle for heating water, shaving cream, boar hair brush, Chair for sitting in, small and large towels, hair scissors, combs and brushes
* Survival Stuff: Bedroll, 10 pints oil, Two Week's feed, 2 weeks rations, lantern, Firestarter, 50 feet of rope
* Money Stash: Where the serious dough is contained. If you touch, you get stabbed
* Item: Description
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Magical Items: Limit 2 low level
* Deluxe Shaving Cream: Anywhere it is applied, it prevents razor burn
* Floating Mirror: About as large as a human face, it'll stick in the exact same position it was let go of.

Potions: Premade or prepurchased potions - limit 5
* Cure Light Wounds (5): Sometimes you nick yourself while shaving and you don't want to wait for it to heal
* Cure Serious Wounds (2): For more serious occasions
* Grease: The wagon wheels get stiff occasionally
* Item: Description
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Creation Materials: Anything used to brew potions or for alchemy
* Item: Description
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[User]
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Keystone

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Location: Deymin's Tower (3F)

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 This new adversary was huge. Huge. Not the largest opponent he had faced before up close and personal, but damned close. Okay, check that - this was the largest undead opponent he had gotten up close and painful with, ever. It led to an interesting change in tactic.

 The creature had smashed Sana into the wall, then thankfully let go. When the bard collapsed bonelessly on the ground, Keystone's sense of urgency kicked into overdrive. He didn't know if she was alive or dead, hovering on the cusp or otherwise. Keystond did know that he was virtually helpless to do anything about it right then. He was no worker of magical feats, nor was he particularly in good with any deity. Gods and the like had little to do with people like him, he figured. He was just some guy that hit people really, really well. If that was the base sum of his existence, then he might as well go with it. Be true to who you are. The broad Pugilist intended to do just that.

 First, Keystone dipped low as the great, lumbering creature turned toward him. Just as he selected the giant as his opponent moments earlier, it appeared that the Grey Render Zombie had used whatever decision-making ability it retained to likewise call him out. This suited Keystone just fine. From his low stance, he rotated his body in a single, fluid turn, bracing with a wide, powerful stance. He could feel the wind of a wide swipe ruffle the air above him where his head was just a half-second before, and responded by implanting the black metal of his Dwarfcraft knuckle dusters into the side of the creature's knee. It buckled.

 The force of the blow combined with the great zombie's ponderous weight caused its knee to fold sideways. Unable to maintain its stance upright, it began to collapse as a mighty tree felled by a rage-inspired lumberjack. The creature's head wobbled and arched toward Keystone as the zombie fell, which the experienced brawler connected against with a sharp, bone destroying uppercut, its jaw coming partially unhinged and teeth spraying outward in a gory, black-blooded spectacle.

 But the spark of undead animation lay within it still. The split second that Keystone recgonized this, he leapt into the air and focused the entirety of his weight, coupled with the speed of his arm, into a pulverizing downward strike. The Grey Render Zombie's cranium folded under the ferocity of this final, finishing blow, what remained of its head a fetid mass of bone and spoiled meat. His peripheral vision let him know that Sana was moving yet, if shaky. Good. She was alive still.

 Keystone looked toward the summoner of this latest abomination and issued a single, wordless shout of triumph. Sometimes, just being a guy who hit things very well was enough.

[Assistant]
Satilla Valen

Location: The Tower, Floor 3
Interacting With: Ancient cosmic powers of the GOOD DICE ROLLS, and Sana.

 "SPIRITS!" The witch exclaimed at the events that were unfolding. She could feel the weight of the bear slamming the croc, there was also the spell that Thomas was pulling off and then Sana took yet another hit. Even the dwarf had the run in with the cosmic powers of misfortune. The witch though had something else in mind as it raced through and her eyes locked on Sana once more. It was now or never!

 The witch suddenly bolted towards the fallen bard while her attacker was being taken care of. She had to protect Sana, she owed it to Kyra whom she couldn't safe. Yes, Sana had to survive this. As many of their comrades had to. She had her remaining spells still so had no choice.

 Dashing didn't quite work wonders, but she got into reach of Sana and immediately went to her knees, placing a hand on the other woman's torso. Focusing her mind the magic power inside her stirred as the spell of Cure Moderate Wounds activated, the spell's power flowing into the bard. Hopefully this was going to pull some good healing.

[User]
Nor
Location: Tower 3F
Interacting with:Malicious Mandrill

Nor drew his attention away from his leg just in time to see Sana get smashed against the wall, where she just kind of laid there before slowly pushing herself back onto her feet. On one hand, he was glad that she survived, it meant that his time here had not yet been wasted. But on the other, he was kind of astounded that she was still keeping it together in the shape she was in. Had he not known better, he could have mistaken the bard for one of the undead they'd been fighting since entering this blasted tower. Sure, she was better preserved, but she could've been a freshly killed pawn.

But there was more going on in this battle than just the near death of the one person he had any sort of attachment to whatsoever. Namely, that they'd gotten themselves surrounded by foes. Well, they would be completely surrounded, but a quick glance here and there showed the the two burliest members of the group had quite messily (euch) made short work of the targets they'd been facing. So they were cornered and they didn't have the numbers to effectively shield the weaker members of the party. The situation by all means could be far worse, but it was no picnic at all.

So since they lacked the positioning, resources and numbers to fight defensively, they'd just need to punch through as quickly as possible. Nor turned around to come face to face with a giant ape that looked like it didn't know its rear end from its head and was quite pissed about that fact. As sturdy as he was and encased in armor he may be, he didn't doubt that the beast could tear him limb from limb if it got its big, dumb paws on him, so he decided to err on the side of caution, despite needing to get this thing dead as quickly as he could muster.

Nor darted forward to attack the ape, but in his periphery, he saw it take a swing at him. He stopped his attack prematurely to side-step the blow. The ape twisted its body to see where the dwarf had went, but in doing so, left its body exposed enough for an opening. The mercenary switched his grip on the blade to a hammer grip and shanked the beast in its abdomen, leaving behind a bloodied gash before he retreated back a step to where he had been a moment before.


[System]
UserName: Konan375
Age: 25

Mageblood type: Aqua

Favoured Magic Class: Hydromancy

Previous Magic training: None

Race: Naerse Human

Appearance: Leith was born with albinism, so his skin is about as white as it can get. His eyes are a very light blue, and he has no hair. There is a scar that runs horizontally across his right cheek to almost his ear. He stands at 6 feet tall and is very skinny. He usually wears dark green pants and a hooded cloak of the same colour. The cloak has a clasp on it, and it was given to him as a gift. There is a silver ring on his left index finger and he currently has a gauntlet fused to his right hand that goes up to his elbow. It is roughly five times the size of his left hand.

Short Bio: Leith did not have a nice childhood. the other children were afraid of him. They had heard stories of vampires and what they looked like, and in their minds, Leith was a vampire. He had learned quickly that fear could turn to violence, and had gone home with bruises, and one time, a black eye.

As he got older, the fear disappeared, and he made some friends. He discovered his ability to control water, and started to try and figure out what he could do with it.

When he was twenty, Leith Heard about Twilight College and decided to go there and get a better grasp on his hydromancy. He figured it wouldn't take that long. A few weeks at most.

He got there five years later.

After a few days of travelling, he encountered two men who immediately apprehended him and tried to kill him because they'd "be doing Eania a favour. The only good vampire is a dead one, right?"

Leith tried to explain that he wasn't a vampire, and that the men were making a mistake, but they wouldn't listen. The men took him into a small clearing off the road. He stumbled and fell into puddle of purple liquid, which disappeared almost as quickly as he landed in it. His head was buzzing when the men picked him up, tied him to a stake and one of the men went to set him on fire. In his panic, the buzzing increased, and Leith felt water nearby and pulled at it. He was splashed by something warm and lost consciousness.

He was found by a herbalist who was restocking his inventory. When Leith woke up, he felt like he needed to repay the old man, and decided to become his apprentice. The buzzing in his head didn't go away, and his hair started falling out days later.

Near the end of Leith's fourth year of being an apprentice, the old man got sick, and quickly died. After burying him, Leith stayed at the little hut in the forest that they lived for a few more weeks, and then started out for the Twilight College for a second time. Fortunately, the second time was uneventful, and he arrived the day they were accepting a bunch of new mages. And who knows, maybe somebody there might know what's making his head buzz.

Good Attributes: Very knowledgable. He has a love of learning and can learn more quickly than other people would. He is a very kind person, and will try to help people when he can. After working with the herbalist for four years, Leith knows quite a bit about Earnia plant-life and can usually tell which ones are harmful, and which ones are helpful. He has a good sense of humour, and he doesn't let what other people say to him bother him.

Bad Attributes: He never was a strong person, but after his encounter with the men, he was weakened physically, and when he feels that his weakness stopped him from helping someone, he can get very depressed. There is a constant buzzing noise in his head that started when he was almost killed, and it can get to the point where it is distracting. Sometimes the buzzing gives him insomnia. He also trusts people too easily. He doesn't like to let other people know if he has a problem because he doesn't like to bother people with his issues.

Secret Word: Fade... wait a second. Rebirth

Yellow Ring
Name: Illuminating Ring
Description:
Type: Non-Combative/Combative
Range: Individual to up to five meters
Duration: Depends on the mode
Other information:
This ring, unlike the other two, has three different uses depending on how many taps you give the gem. One tap actives the first mode called Search, two taps active the second called Illumination and three taps actives the final mode called Flash.

Search mode is just as it sounds where the ring casts a soft, nightlight like glow to locate hidden items. The ring will flicker off and on when something is close by that the user is focusing on finding. When hot, the flickers increase rapidly to give a general and foot by foot area it is located within. However, when cold the blinking will cease into a steady, faint light much like a firefly would cast making it useless for a light source.

Illumination creates a light strength much like a campfire, lighting up several meters from the source. It is useful to see in most dark caves not affected by magic or unnatural reasons. Though unlike Electromancers who can increase and alter their light source, the ring is set at one level only at all times making it possible to be seen by others easily.

Flash is a sudden, blinding light that can affect both ally and foe alike if the user isn't careful. When tapped, it makes a small hum for a warning to the user to protect their eyes then pops, shrouding everything within the scene in bright, white light. This will stun enemies, or allies, for a brief time unless they are knocked out of it prematurely by outside influences.

[User]
Lyn

Lyn felt worry grip her heart when the Wood Elf looked down. Her eyes shifted from Lyn's outreached hand to the snow elf, her lips locked in a scowl, then casually looked away. She turned her nose up at them both while she returned to watch for signs the line was diminishing, her foot tapping the whole time. When it had started to move, her eyes widened at the sight of the demons replacing the horse and seemed to think better of it before walking off elsewhere. It was obvious the Wood Elf hadn't want anything to do with the child or the newcomer-or the carousel now- causing Lyn to lower her hand. Her face fell into disappointment though she tried, miserably, to hide it.

She bit her lip, wondering if she had done something wrong.

Any more thoughts were casted away when Meirin gripped Lyn's small hand. The child looked up and smiled, her fingers reflexively tightened and her feet started to move, following close behind. The crowd seemed to have thinned since her uncle summoned the demons as many others started to shift uncomfortable from the attraction. This gave Lyn a good look at it and fear edged into surface. Not because she didn't trust Tyrael's demons, but rather she spotted children, alone, getting off quickly. The idea of riding by herself wasn't a comforting one in her mind.Her body immediately pushed against the red haired woman, fearful the woman would up leaving her behind and vanish if she released her hold.

When they walked up the wooden steps she heard Meirin speak which made her fear dissolve a bit. Her mouth opened to speak softly through she still could only manage sounds. "Tee-thh-hh…"

She gave up after a moment of two of trying. Giving Meirin a sheepish, defeated look, she spoke through the rune. 'Thank you. And I tried to say it, but... '

A little sigh came from her as she looked at the horse, and climbed up. When finally seated, she held onto the pole sticking out of the beast's back while she waited. The moment it started she would squeal in surprise, her body shifted with the movement, and then start to giggle at the sensation. It would last a bit before the staff began to shout for the riders to get off. Through she enjoyed it, Lyn knew there was still the petting zoo to experience and her curiosity was peaked by Meirin's description.

Mar

Mar's eyebrow arched in confusion as she spotted the girl standing outside her den, holding a tray. It was filled with sugared fruits, a salad, bread, cheese and not a single trace of meat on it. It was obvious a mistake. The was easily to recognize with the crown upon her head, the jewels glinting and shimmering in the twilight red. She had seen Summer, as she learned her name from Lyn, was among one of her daughter's playmates.

"With the opening feast being underway, it's expected. Mar said, her eyes fixed in uncertainty one the platter.

Slowly the Naga's hand pushed the door open and she slithered back. Her figure slithered back enough to allow the human in. The den entrance lead to a stairwell that lowered the smoothed out dirt floor, making anyone above six foot have to slouch downward to crawl through and reach to larger main room. There was the normal settings from a desk and chair to their bed, clearly left unmade during their morning romp. Beside the bed was a table, small and very elegantly carved from the college, which Mar pointed to.

"Put it there,"Mar stated the. Recalled something Athalus said and added with a slight struggle,"...please."

After a few moments, the Naga twisted upon her snake like tail and commented. "I don't think that's my order. Mainly as there's no raw or cooked meat whatsoever. However taking it back is pointless and I'm sure you've not eaten."

Mar inhaled and continued.  "You are one of my daughter's playmates, Summer?"

[Assistant]
Tyrael Marchosias

Sighing, Tyrael wasn't really in the mood to debate the morality of enslaving demons. But Tyrael was in a good mood, so perhaps he could actually explain what he meant to the snow elf. As Lyn and Meirin got themselves settled down, Tyrael decided to give a little lecture. "Demons will betray you. That is an inevitable. A deal, a promise, is just a ruse to make them trustworthy. What you need when dealing with demons is certainty. The ability to make the demon know that when betrays you, that you will bring it great suffering. Thus it should postpone its betrayal for as long as possible." Soon, after people started to gather their courage to take part of the carousel ride, it was time to get the ride started. Tyrael commanded his demons to move, and they did so with no arguments.

"The basic concept is mutually ensured destruction. Never assumed that a demon, whether it is an imp or an archdemon, is not capable of bringing your end. If you wish to control weaker demons, ensure a fate worse than death if they defy you. For stronger demons, promise ruin if they refuse you. If you cannot back up these claims, then your fate is your own fault. Of course, you can always try to make deals with demons for their power... But if you lack the power to enforce those deals, do not expect the demon to uphold their side of the bargain. Pray that when you deal with demons, they have the intelligence of fools or animals. At least they can be coerced by violence. Cunning demons will burden that abuse until they find your weakness. Powerful ones will earn your trust." That was Tyrael's philosophy towards demon ownership. Hardly a friendly relationship, but after many attempts at "Diplomacy", Tyrael simply found it easier to use the same pain and suffering he's gone through against the very creatures who inflict it on him. It was the reason for his success, and will likely be the reason for his eventual downfall.

Ten minutes passed, and the ride was over. Lyn seemed quite pleased at the carousel, which pleased Tyrael. He immediately dismissed his demons and they returned to the Inferno whence they came. The Fallen Orc tipped the carousel workers with an actual bag of coin before going to retrieve Lyn. "Did you have fun, Lyn?" As if he wasn't a towering hulking demon, Tyrael lifted Lyn off the ground and allowed her to rest on his shoulders once more, standing above all. It was only then did Tyrael also notice Satori, but figured she had her own reasons to be at the carnival. "Where do you want to go to next?"

Satori

Satori had hoped to distract Keri from her harsh memories and bring her somewhere where she could express her feelings without making a scene. But it seemed that her feelings for revenge were far greater then any other emotions she could have been feeling. Satori didn't need to use magic to know that Keri was angry. She didn't want her friend to be angry, but at the same time Satori cannot back down. She had to confront her friend and be level with her. So Satori dismounted once more, turning towards the bear and telling him to return to the dinning hall. The bear grunted and walked away as Satori walked back towards Keri.

"I understand Keri. I'll speak plainly: you're becoming a vampire. But you're still turning. You've been hurt badly, and I want to help you. Please... Let's go and make sure you're alright. Then we can talk about finding who did this to you."

[User]
Keri wished that she could take back the words at once after they snaked out of her mouth. It wasn't really out of anger which caused her to act that way, well not entirely anyway. Yes it was indeed becoming an uncontrollable amount. Keri knew her attempts of keeping it under control were proving difficult. Thankfully she would be able to unleash that fury to the one that had cause this grief in the first place.

She closely watched Satori as her old friend turned her attention back towards the bear. Keri eyes shifted towards Ssarak, as if she was about to ask something. The bear towards Satori's direction causing Keri's eyes to shift back. She intently focused on the cobblestone as her friend's footsteps drew closer. As Satori stopped in front of her once more causing her to look into her friend's face again.

As Satori laid out that she was starting to become a vampire, Keri lifted her bitten hand. A filthy piece cloth laid somewhat loosely upon the wound. She carefully started to examine her arm only now to notice filth on unnoticed claw marks. Her face paled as fear replaced the tightly held hope. She felt her knees lock in place then turned to jello. Air seemed in Keri's mind thinner forcing her to take shallower breaths.

" What do you mean by turning into a vampire. That's impossible Satori." Keri whispered, begging almost, as gravity forced her to fall hard on her knees.

[Assistant]
Leith was slightly surprised when Annabeth grabbed him by the hand and started to pull him along in her search for Khan. She didn't seem to have any misgivings about the gauntlet. It was nice that she didn't. Not many people can ignore the gauntlet.

'And It'd make it so easy to crush her hand. All you'd need to do is grab her hand and squeeze.'

Leith stiffened when the words were spoken into his mind. He was told that if he kept the gauntlet after it fused to his hand, at some time it would start talking to him. The same went for any of the Daemon Artes. The gauntlet had started talking to him during his mission in his fight against his doppleganger. After the fight, it had remained silent, but now it seemed that it had started talking again. Leith frowned. This wasn't a good sign.

With a start, he realized that had stopped walking, and in essence, stopped himself from being pulled along by Annabeth. He had to think quickly as to a reason why he had stopped. Then it occurred to him.

"Sorry. I just remembered where Khan might be. I saw him and Uicle having what looked like an argument in the Dining Hall. They both left and were heading in the same direction. They might be in either one of their offices."


[System]
Esther von Degraff

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Age: 14 years old

Appearance:

Height = 160 centimeters
Weight = 45 kilograms

Bio/Summary:
A young heiress of the Degraff noble family, she was pretty much raised by her stern grandfather for most of her life, as her mother perished when giving birth to her and her father soon followed afterward due to sickness. When her grandfather found out about her magic potential, he sent her to the Academy to bring glory to the Degraff name. Esther reluctantly agreed as she loved her grandpa and she didn't want to disappoint him, even though she felt she wasn't really suited to be a fighter. She is somewhat shy and dislikes fighting after all. Doesn't mean she will run away in combat though as she has the Degraff name to uphold.

Vessel:
Her vessel normally takes the form of the red high heeled slippers she wore. It could also turn into a pair of red knee-high boots to use its stronger, battle-fit abilities.

Abilities:
Her vessel's ability is basically to manipulate wind to her bidding. In slipper form, it uses the wind to enhance her mobility, allowing her to run at great speed and jump for a great height/distance. In boots form is where it truly shines in combat however, as it allows her to create a wind barrier that circles around her, protecting her from any attacks coming her way. If she were to stomp her foot, she could send a high pressure wind blade that will cut anything blocking its path. She can also choose to create smaller wind sickles that she could control.

Equipment: Her favorite red dress and purple headdress.

Trivia/Other: She is quite the terrible sleeper. She would mumble all sorts of things in her sleep and she would often wake up in the morning falling off her bed.

[User]
Leblanc Farris
 [[ Location : Fort Orello ]]

She supposed it was only to be expected that people would be interested in following, and that it was Esther of all the cadets was not surprising in the least. If there was a chance to throw herself at Gradon that she hasn't taken then Leblanc certainly hadn't seen it.

"I know you just woke up, but that's no cause to be rude." Leblanc deadpanned as her charge awoke with a fright and threw himself upon the nearest rock to further heap the injuries on what must have been a remarkably thick skull. "If you had expected me to save you...well you must have an alarming degree of faith in me." The sea weed haired woman began to speak in a dry tone only to pause and turn rather plain, thinking that Gradon may very well just think better of people then most others would, which rather took the fun out of it for her.

Waving off frivolous concerns she turned back to the course she'd set and eyed them up form over her shoulder. "Regardless of what either of you say, you're returning to your rooms. Esther, you need to get dressed before I do something we'll both enjoy, and that says nothing of the libido of others here." Leblanc said, an auspiciously long tongue raking across her lips in a blatantly dramatic manner. "And I imagine Althea would advise Gradon to rest his head before he endeavors to break up the next confrontation, so do her the courtesy before the next punch shatters that glass jaw of yours."

@TheWindel

[Assistant]
Esther von Degraff

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Esther smiled brightly when she noticed Gradon gaining consciousness as he was being dragged by the green-haired girl. "Farris, look! Gradon's awake!" she said to her chirpily.

However, Leblanc's reaction to him waking up was not something she saw coming at all, as she threw Gradon to the nearest wall, causing her to gasp. "W-why did you do that?" she asked her before quickly running towards the boy. "A-are you alright, Gradon? H-here, take my hand."

After she helped him get back up to his feet, she heard Leblanc saying how they two should return to their room. She told Esther how she should get dressed, before she did "something that they would both enjoy" while licking her lips. This, of course, sent goosebumps to her neck right away. It reminded her when she first met Leblanc, and how she thought she was a terribly scary person to talk to. Now, after spending quite some time with her, she had become somewhat accostumed to her blunt and harsh personality. Somewhat, being the key word here.

"R-right, I'm going!" she quickly replied. Leblanc's intimidating mannerism had put a nervous fear to her that made her forget once again that Gradon now was added to the list of the males who had seen her in the skimpy nightgown.

Arriving back at her bed, she quickly took off said nightgown before putting on her red dress once again, not even bothering to look around to see if there was anyone else in the room.

@TheWindel

[User]
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ORELLO

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The brawl at the mess hall would come to an unexpectedly abrupt end as soon as the second wave of Cadets, along with Anton pretty much threw a bucket of cold water on the unruly soldiers' spirits. That and the quite bad injury Leblanc inflicted on one of them were enough to cause those who were looking for a way to waste excess stress to cool down.

"Well, look at that! It seems like you are getting used to the life in a frontier fort way far than I thought. That's really a journey full of firsts for you, right, Cadets?" Those words, said in a laid back, yet firm voice couldn't have come from anyone's mouth other than the Captain, who walked into the last moments of the fight, only to cause the rest of the soldiers to scatter around once a commissioned officer arrived at the scene. Interestingly enough, the uniform worn by the Captain matched that of Viola, except for the insignia denoting a far higher rank, of course. "By the way, one of you guys go gather everyone. I have a surprise for you— Actually, you may want to put your shirt back on for this one, Tzi," she said, after taking a look at Tzi's usual state of undress.As soon as the Captain was done with her comments, she was surprised by none other than Viola, who almost pounced at the Captain, with a bright smile stamped on her face. "Oh, Sis, you are really here, like you said you would be," the excited girl said.

The look of surprise was quite evident on the Captain's face as she stepped forward and placed a hand over Viola's head, fixing part of the younger soldier's hair. "So, you arrived already, Viola? I thought for sure that you would not come here before me," the Captain said. She halted her speech when she noticed that mark on Viola's face and asked, "What's this on your face? Don't say to me that you—"

"My squad was attacked by bears in the mountain," Viola said, quickly interrupting the Captain's question, almost as if she didn't want to let her finish it, probably because she didn't want to tell the Captain about the warm reception she got earlier this morning.

"Bears!?" the Captain asked, astonished.Nevertheless, they wouldn't have the chance to finish their talk since the bells of the fort began to toll right away, announcing that the convoy escorting the officer scheduled for the review had just arrived at Fort Orello. However, none of the men stationed at the distant garrison could expect to see who was it that left the main carriage and planted her greaves at the muddy, packed earth courtyard of Orello. No one but the Empire's Crown Princess, Ires, in flesh, bone and draconic armor."The installations are certainly bellow the average, especially for a fortification that spent fifteen percent above the planned budget on the previous year. This definitely doesn't leave a good first impression," the stern looking girl said to the fort's commander, who rushed to the gates, in order to meet her unexpectedly early arrival.

"I'm most sorry for the state of the fort, Your Highness. We were expecting your arrival for tomorrow, this wasn't supposed to—" the Commander said, trying to make up for the bad first impression as well as he could. Suddenly, a malicious gleam shone on his smile as he said, "Yes, indeed, everything was in order, until we received those Cadets from Cadenza and the Aquarians—"

"Your excuses are of no concern of mine, Commander," the Princess said harshly, interrupting the Commander's grovelling. "It's your responsibility to keep your own garrison in perfect order at all times. Yet," the Princess said as she walked past the Commander, reaching the aftermath of the mess brawl, "I see that you are having trouble keeping even your men on the line."

The Princess turned her gaze toward the standing Cadets as as well as the Captain, Anton and Viola, prompting the last three to drop their conversation and salute her with posthaste.

Interestingly enough, the next words to come out of the Princess' lips were kind of unexpected, at least for Viola. However, the Captain was quite aware of what to expect from one of her former pupils, as the was made evident by the slight smile on her face. "Commander," she said, addressing the Commander once more, "given that you need to fix this mess for tomorrow's review, but just as you say, the Cadets and the Aquarians are in the way. I declare that they are to take a night's leave at Orello Village. All expenses shall be covered by the Imperial Court, under my name. Meanwhile, your men are to work at double pace, if this fort isn't ready to be review by dawn's first light, cutting your budget by half will be the least of your worries," the Princess declared, smiling back to the Captain before leaving to the interior of the fort with the Commander in toll.

[Assistant]
Leon Brandeau

It turned out Gradon was in better shape than Leon had expected, which was just fine by him. He was a little concerned by how Leblanc was carrying him, however, but that ended up being moot when Gradon suddenly jolted awake, seemingly no worse for wear. Leon was disturbed by the turn the conversation took upon his revival though; he wasn't much for innuendo, and he could only guess that Leblanc had something filthy on the mind as she spoke. Whatever was going on with them, Leon wanted no part of it. He would leave Leblanc, Esther and Gradon to do whatever it was they were talking about.

Of more interest to him was the arrival of their Captain. Her arrival came with the even more shocking discovery that Viola was her sister. "Who's that, Leon?" Anton asked him as he returned from rebuking his comrades.

"That's our Captain. She came with us to the fort." Leon told him.

"Oh, so she was there for the ghosts and s-"

"Yes." Leon quickly cut him off. "She was. Don't mention it again." He still couldn't believe Tzi had blabbed about that so casually. Now even Anton knew about the strange events of their patrol. He didn't expect it to matter that Anton knew, but goodness knew they shouldn't have told anyone.

Upon the tolling of the bells, Anton told him, "That's the signal that the review is beginning. But they weren't supposed to arrive until later..."

"Is this going to be a problem?" Leon asked him. There had been so much chaos since their arrival, he imagined it would have a poor impact on the fort's appearance.

"Maybe. But chances are it could just be some half-arsed officer who doesn't care too much. Still, try to look sharp." Anton's semi carefree attitude towards it all ended up being poorly considered, as the Imperial Princess of all people appeared to be the one leading the review. Anton hastily stood at attention and saluted her as she arrived, with Leon following suit. She announced indirectly that they would all be lodged in Orello village to get them out of the fort's way before leaving to further inspect the fort. With her gone, Leon relaxed, though Anton was less so.

"Bloody hell. We didn't know it was going to be the princess showing up. Look, I should probably go help and try to salvage this mess. You have fun vacationing in the village, eh Leon?" He gave Leon a final pat on the shoulder before leaving in a hurry, with Leon waving him goodbye. He felt bad for him, knowing he was probably going to have a hell of a time with this review, but he was still dwelling on the sudden arrival of the princess. He wondered why such an important person would be sent to review a fort. He would have thought that a review like this would only be important if they were expecting Orello to be ready for something...like a war. Leon hoped that was just his imagination going wild, but he was still certain there had to be a reason for this visit, especially since nobody seemed to know Ires was the one coming.

Approaching their Captain, Leon spoke to her. "Um, Captain, if I might ask; did you know anything about this?" He had already suspected she might have known about the review, though he wasn't a hundred percent certain. However, given he knew as well as anyone that Ires was a student of Cadenza until recently, he wondered if it wasn't possible she knew it was her that was coming here too. It was just idle speculation on his part, however, and he would have to take his Captain's word for it.

[User]
— Fort Orello —

Szeren walked into the fort behind the Princess, still unable to shake the feeling that this duty had been a punishment for missing the departure with the rest of the group. It hadn't felt like a punishment and she had no idea why the other cadets had been singled out either. But the feeling still persisted, even though the delay had been anything but her fault. It was likely that it was simply a matter of convenience.

The fort was about what she had expected for something so remote although the Princess didn't seem to have gotten a good first impression. There wasn't the relief of having finally reached a destination, sleeping on the road did little to bother her as grass and dirt were still an improvement over cold stone cobbles. There was also the fact that it seemed that they were moving along again anyway. Most of the other cadets she knew by sight, if not by name. And the Captain... anyone who attended the academy would know her. Without any new orders she stood just inside the gate to see who might take action first.

"I guess we're moving on again already."

[Assistant]
Esther returned to the group just in time before the Princess made her appearance. She did not expect her appearance at all, so when she first saw her, she froze in place for quite some time before saluting her nervously.

Oh, how she was glad that she didn't catch her in her previous state of undress. She couldn't imagine standing in front of her wearing that semi see-through night gown, showing her her undergarments in all their glory. She would probably punish her for that even, for a lewd act unbecoming for a soldier of the Empire.

Esther, like the other Cadets, had seen her before in their times in the Academy. She always admired her, with how graceful and composed she was. She thought she exemplified the perfect noble woman, something that she wanted to become.

When the Princess declared for them to spend a night in the village, with all expenses paid by her, she was terribly surprised. She didn't expect her to come here and give them a vacation, albeit a short one. She couldn't help but smile looking at the commander's reaction to the announcement. Serves him right, she thought inside her heart.

"T-thank you, Your Majesty!" she said to the princess, retightening her salute posture to the point that it looked somewhat ridiculous. Her ladylike look really wasn't suited for doing a spartan soldier act after all.


[System]
"Run along now. You wouldn't want to get hurt."

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Age: 22
Gender: Female
Country of Origin: Sher

Weapons: A shortsword and a simple axe.

Appearance:
Shareena is 5'3" tall with green eyes and she has curly auburn hair, which occasionally sports some streaks of red. Her face has miraculously been spared of any scars, though her arms, hands and torso aren't quite so lucky. Her right hand sports an X-shaped scar, though one of the two scars is slightly longer than the other. She also has a few stray scars on her right arm, and a long, particularly painful-looking scar along her left forearm. One time, she was struck on the (left) shoulder, and while she almost died to it, it has now mostly healed, leaving only a scar to remind her of its existence.

Shareena usually wears sturdy leather armor, complete with a thick layer of fur between the pauldrons. Her leather gloves look a lot less worn than the rest of her armor, which appears to be holding together only through sheer dedication and a sloppily attached strap of leather. Occasionally, she may wear a fancy red dress, complete with elegant elbow-long gloves. Whenever she does, it usually means trouble. Because she doesn't usually wear hoods or full-cover helmets, any of her victims would likely recognize her if they saw her again... Assuming they still live, of course.

Personality:
Shareena operates on the principle of three C's; Cruelty, Callousness and Cunning. She's gotten by for the last 8 years, relying on only her wit and her partner Zorua. During these 8 years she's found that cunning is the most precious skill one can develop, and that extending mercy is usually a mistake. Nowadays, if she's worried one of her preys might cause her trouble in the future, she simply pierces their heart. Death is nothing new, and compassion is nothing worth risking your life for. Still, once you do earn her trust, you'll have an ally through even the darkest times.

"Short" Biography:
Shareena was born to an atypically calm father and her mother, a prideful valkyrie. Growing up in Sher meant she was no stranger to the concept of war and like many Sherans, she's been wielding (toy) weapons from a young age. One day, her father died in combat, leaving just her and her talented little brother. Since then, her mother would rarely be home, and whenever she was, she'd always spend more time on her son than she did on Shareena. Whenever Shareena and her little brother were alone, she often wound up bossing him around, and get annoyed when her little brother just annoyed her. Those days, a Zorua that she'd found abandoned by a family of Vulpix was her only emotional support.

Things only got worse when her little brother's talent surpassed Shareena's experience, making her truly incapable of forcing him to do her bidding. One day when she was 14 years old, her brother beat her silly when she tried to boss him around again, and she wound up running away from home in a burst of immaturity and rage. As hours passed, Shareena had expected to feel an increasing desire to go home, but it never came. Confronted with her inner emptiness, Shareena made the decision not to return home again. That fight with her brother, from which a rough scar still marks her hand, would become her last memory of home.

Begging quickly failed, so Shareena soon turned to stealing food, and later also money and jewelry. If she hadn't been able to rely on her Zorua, she'd likely have starved long ago. One day though, Shareena found herself robbed, rather than the robber. Only her bread was stolen and while normally she wouldn't have cared much over a bread hit-and-run, it stood out to her that the thief was a pokémon, rather than a person. After a long and relentless chase, Shareena finally managed to corner the thief; an emaciated Croagunk. Rather than take her bread back however, she gave it some meat as well. Her reasons are for anyone to guess, but this Croagunk has since proven to be a loyal ally to her.

Summary:
Sheran bandit with a code of dishonor.

Other:
While she believes both people and pokémon are destined to invariably hurt one another, she prefers to keep things professional and not hurt people unnecessarily outside of "business hours."
Pokémon:

Name: Sigunn
Species: Zoroark
Gender: Female
Appearance: Zoroark has a gold bangle in its hair, rather than the usual blue one. It has a scar just above its left eye.
Personality: Zoroark is very clingy and protective toward Shareena, who raised her when even her own family rejected her. She's a bit timid and prefers to stick to plans and habits.
Ability: Illusion
Move Set:
-Dark Pulse
-Flamethrower
-Extrasensory
-Nasty Plot

Name: Croaks
Species: Croagunk
Gender: Male
Appearance: Croaks is notably a bit darker than your average Croagunk and has a bit of a hunch.
Personality: In stark contrast to Zoroark, Croaks is a ballsy Croagunk. He's developed a decent intuition and isn't afraid to improvise once he senses a plan going south. He's a bit of a loner, but occasionally he does show that he cares for Shareena.
Ability: Poison Touch
Move Set:
-Poison Sting
-Fake Out
-Drain Punch
-Thief

[User]
Feasting Hall | Shula Castle
Interacting with: N/A

Never did Jiro think he was going to come here again.

Shula's feasting hall was as large and grand as ever. Tall ceilings arched above his head and the whole room seemed like it was miles long. Several wooded tables, each about the length of an Onix, lined the room. Upon said tables were endless types of foods: roasted meats, fishes, vegetables, and even fruits, which were diced and glazed with sugars or placed upon the roasts. It seemed like a festival paraded down and up every table. But nothing really peaked his appetite. Jiro was used to the raw fish and rice dishes of Yine. Everything Sher served to their guests seemed too... heavy. Greasy, at that. Yet, the soldiers and knights and even the countrymen of Atlas devoured every bite as if it'd be the last meal they would ever have. He caught sight of multiple faces, flushed under the influence of liquor.

It wasn't just the people that were enjoying their time drinking and eating. Pokemon darted to and fro, scampering after scraps or hiding to ambush servants that brought out more food. What caught Jiro's attention the most, however, was what occurred above.

Countless winged Pokemon flitted above them. They lined the wooden beams, chittering and squawking as they fought over space and food alike. Jiro saw the white, steely hide of Kaneki swoop up from a table, a dried morsel in his sharp beak. A pair of Pidgey followed after him, screeching in protest as he weaved his way through the airborne crowd of Pokemon. Eventually, he settled on a beam, quickly scarfing down the food as the Pidgey bickered around him. The three engaged in a heated debate before a large Fearow, clad in light armor, flew down to perch on the beam next to them and made them scatter in surprise.

Jiro shook his head, sighing as he made his way down the hall. Shuhei prowled beside him, a silver shadow at his side. The northern Ninetales held grace in his step, much like he did. But the Pokemon did not mind the crowd. Jiro did. That's why he bore his light armor, shielding his face from the curious glances of the rulers that sat at the front of the hall and ate among themselves. Of course-- why would they dare mingle with the lesser peoples? His eyes narrowed at the sight of Emperor Yataro, an aging man with a gaunt face and gray in his long, dark hair. He was as he always remembered; cold, calculating, and uncaring.

His already soured appetite soured even more. Shuhei tipped his narrow muzzle up to look at him, and Jiro stroked his frosty mane. "Come, Shuhei. Let us try to eat." he mumbled, deciding that he should at least submit himself to the celebrations at least for a little while. He settled down, not caring who or what kind of person he sat next to. There was a large, stuffed Piloswine in front of him. Its small jaws were open, an apple placed between its teeth. Jiro pulled a face. Ugh. How could people eat this? Sure, he had settled for dried meats when he traveled, but the sight of preparing a corpse in such a way disgusted him.

The people across from him stared for a second. He realized that he was sitting with Neridans, which were the allies of his home country. Yet, the looks they gave him were far from friendly. Their blue eyes bore holes into him, and Jiro ducked his head as he reached for a plate and served himself from a plate that bore a smaller, lesser creature-- probably a roasted bird. Quietly, he tucked into his food, trying to seem like he was enjoying its taste. Shuhei gnawed on a bone he had found on the ground, quietly sucking on the marrow that was exposed from the shaft.

[Assistant]
Feasting Hall | Shula Castle
Interacting with: @Ambra

If there was one thing she felt, it was how overwhelming this whole scenario was. Zella watched what seemed like countless people, and all of them were stuffing their faces with food. Alongside many were pokemon, who were also very busy with eating whatever they could get their hands on. And that was before even thinking about how long each table appeared to be, how impressive the hall entirely was, and how crowded the beams near the ceiling were with flying pokemon.

Zella just placed her hand on Mist's back, who gave a small grunt, clearly sharing in Zella's feeling of being overwhelmed. Or maybe it was an overall feeling of discomfort for the pokemon, as it was never one for large crowds. Wrapping an arm around Mist's neck, she started to walk forward, slowly and carefully. With how crowded the whole place felt, she had quite some doubt she would even find a spot to seat at. She also hoped no one would give her too much attention, even if she knew that Mist was a cause of attention. Not every day people saw the pokemon of disaster, or wanted him to be around.

Eventually, she found herself a spot next to a man, who had long black hair and a Northern Ninetails by his side. It was a somewhat comforting sight for her. Even if Zella's memories from her time in Nerida were slowly getting foggy, she did still enjoy the sight of pokemon that were associated with the north, or the cold. Settling down on the spot, she motioned to Mist to stay close, which the Absol was more than happen to comply to. Looking up at the table, she noticed many around had blue eyes. Perhaps they were Neridans? She wasn't sure. She first took a bit of the bird, and handed it to Mist to eat, before turning to grab some greens to herself and then beginning to eat quietly.

[User]
Shareena HeartrenderFeasting Hall / Shula Castle
Interacting with: N/A
Normally Shareena would've left this tournament for what it was, given that crowds always came with the risk of being recognized. Yet, with the tournament underway, many of the travelers she'd usually harass were capable combatants coming to Sher for the Firebrand Tourney, leaving her in a tight spot, money-wise. In the end Shareena had reached the conclusion that if she'd have to fight them anyway, she might as well do it in the tournament itself... But still, This stupid dress was so constrictive! She couldn't very well show up dressed like a bandit, but this was definitely one of those times that she regretted not having any simpler clothes. After running through her checklist one final time, Shareena joined the festivities in the feasting hall, somewhat reassured knowing that she was at the very least prepared.

As she stepped into the feasting hall with two seemingly identical Croagunks by her side, Shareena halted for a bit and sought a place to sit down. Much to her dismay, the crowd was even bigger than she'd anticipated, leaving nowhere even remotely calm. Resigning herself to being a part of the crowd, Shareena gestured for her pokémon partners to follow and headed for a table with a minimal amount of Sheran-looking people. Even if that was technically the group she belonged to, it was a people she'd broken off from years ago. The group most prominent at this table seemed to be the Hotaruans, though the only real evidence to support this conclusion was the overall red color that seemed to dominate the table.

With her own red dress, Shareena fit in pretty well. Still, she was quite clearly not Hotaruan, if the curly brown hair she'd tied into a ponytail and draped over her shoulder was any indication. On top of that, she seemed more like a spectator than a participant, carrying no armor or weapons of any kind on her. That part of the charade was probably her least favorite part, even if Sigunn was carrying her sword and axe under its illusion. Despite all the risks and the downsides though, there was one more thing beside the prize money that made this trip worth the effort; free food. Lots of it.


[System]
Nickname/Alias: Hell's Strongest Accountant; Greed
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Age of Death: ??
Occupation: Head of the Monetary Division
Species: Sin
Appearance Description: Mammon normally assume the appearance of a young male of average height (174 cm [5'8½"]) with a lean, muscular physique that seems to be heavily marred with scars. He has overall exotic characteristics, with his hair being pure white - and normally maintained at shoulder length and constantly disheveled - and coupled with purple colored eyes and a pale skin that makes one wonder if he ever saw the sun.
His most prominent feature is the scar that covers the left side of his face, starting as a pentagram on his forehead, trailing down in a line that severs his eyebrow and mars his eyelid and hooks slightly at his cheekbone, following his cheek down close to his chin

Mammon's demon form is far from showing an essential change from his usual form, merely demonstrating a more curled hair and golden, reptile-like eyes. He seems to emit an uneasous aura in this specific form.
In the opposite of what his fairly tame demon form shows, Mammon's transformed form seems to be ridiculously different from the norm for demons, being demonstrated as a pure white skull with darkness acting as its body - being akin to the traditionally described appearance of a Grimm Reaper.
Personality:
For those who see him while he is working, Mammon is clearly an stern, overly serious individual without any especially expressive mannerisms and a tendency of lacking any expression in his face. He often acts in a calm, detached way and appears to be ridiculously cold and merciless, favouring efficience over useless blabbering and often acting in a machine-like way when making decisions, appearing to regard the efficient management of the underworld's finances as his sole objective.

Surprisingly, the same individual completely change when he's out of his profeprofessional mode, as he appears to be, in fact, an extremely fun loving individual motivated by nothing other than his own sense of amusement and an amazing ability of attracting trouble to himself, being often seen as unpredictable and even crazy. Amongst th sins, Mammon is known to be the most free-spirited of the bunch, not only caring just for a few selected things but also being capable of showing an extremely easygoing behaviour, able to easily interact with pretty much anyone as long as he feels that it would be interesting to do so and hardly showing anything that slightly resembles discomfort or awkwardness. He also appears to hardly hold the other party position as important, talking in the same informal way with anyone and hardly showing any special respect for someone - fact that is often show during his conversations with the other sins. His main "greedy" aspect is, in fact, his tendency of developing obsessions with certain objects, people or even concepts, desperately trying to keep anything(one) that he holds dear safe from anything(one) that could possibly take or corrupt it(they) - AKA everyone other than himself.

Above all, in despite of what is suggested by the behaviours he often assumes, Mammon is surprisingly sharp individual and possess an intelligence away higher than the norm, having quite the calculative side under all the irreverent behaviour and having a tendency of calculating every act that he takes, taking every single factor in regard before making any decision. Much like what he demonstrates in his work mode, Mammon's utmost priority is maintaining the functionality of the underworld's economy and the safety of his prized treasures, making him extremely dangerous for those who either bring too much of a imbalance to his loved division or try to take anything away from him.

Powers:
Major: As a sin, Mammon has a single unique power that acts as his signature move.
* Drain: Mammon's main unique power, this unique form of magic makes him able to gradually drain his target's abilities through physical contact, taking part of it for himself. This ability seems to qualify anything capable of being used to improve efficience as an ability, being able to drain not only things such as powers or physical prowess, but also knowledge or fundamental abilities, being able to act in more literal things - such as taking away someone's sight or hearing without damaging their sensorial organs - or even more conceptual things, such as taking an individual's capacity of reincarnate or even lifespan to himself.

Minor: Due to the nature of his ability, Mammon has hundredths of minor abilities taken from previous victims - most being weakened to the point of being practically unusable - as well as a sole innate minor ability.
* Darkness Manipulation: Mammon's innate minor ability, this ability is - as the name clearly states - the ability of manipulating darkness and shadows, freely changing their physical state and characteristics to achieve multiple purposes. Mammon's darkness, in specific, seems to be somehow connected to his body, being able to act as a vector for projecting his senses to do things such as interacting or spying on people from a far away place.

Sacred Weapon:
Devourer: Rather than an item, Mammon's sacred weapon is - in fact - his whole left arm, being composed by the ink that completely covers the sin's limb. This "weapon" solely increases his unique ability speed of draining.

[User]
Clarence Frontwater

"h-here,"
With a cock of an eyebrow, Frontwater reached out and pulled the lighter away from Beatrice's finger tips, slowly, cautiously.

"So, I'm as much of a famous tool on this heroin trip as any other, he said, with a scowl and a flick of a light upon the end of his cigarette. Clarence absentmindedly pocketed the lighter.

He heard someone ask a question, but he didn't care enough to search for the curious party. The vocalist had curiosities of his own. Ignoring the previously mentioned question, Clarence called out "Hey! I think I'm in the wrong place... I'm an atheist... I'm supposed to be floating in a pit of nothingness currently." He laughed to himself. Why was this heroin trying to teach him some moral lesson about hell? What in the hell else was in that heroin??

[Assistant]
Belphegor Sloth

The tailed Sin flinched at the sudden way Oliver pulled away from him, eyes widening slightly. He, almost looked hurt by the accusation. Belphegor was always known to be easily hurt, since he was always so open to everyone. That's why when people, especially the humans he worked so hard for, jump away from him like he's some monster... A sad expression fell over his face, but he just glanced away towards a random spot on the ground. He always got at least one human like this, and every time it stung him.

Out of his daze, Sloth picked up the familiar constantly irritated tone of Wrath speaking pointedly at him like always. "The second you are done with them, come see me. If you're not in my office within the next two hours, Slackass, I'll drag you there by your tail. And.. Leave the grimalkin when you swing by."

Hm? Why should I...? he's only going to yell at me about this and that. But I suppose I have to go. Especially since last time he practically ripped my tail off when I skipped. Almost as if expecting Satan to do so at that very moment, Belphegor clutched his spaded tail to his chest protectively, simply watching him leave. A demon's tail was as sensitive as a cat's- grabbing it too roughly was extremely painful. Still, Belphegor wasn't too scared. At least I'll be able to tease him a bit. That's always good fun.

The humans had begun to murmur among themselves, making Belphegor think it was a good time to lead them out and into the underworld. Envy would probably make them sign a bunch of weird papers anyway. But just as he was about to get their attention, a voice rang out. It seemed it was proceeded by a waving palm, but the owner didn't even allow Sloth to notice it before crying out his question.

"Mr. Belphegor or more accurately Mr. Sloth, if this is not supposed to be the hell we were told about and it instead is some sort of underworld, why did you write hell first in the now burned sign? Did your subconscious unintentionally betrayed the secret truth of the sins and demon society?"

Belphegor stared blankly at the burning skull speaking to him. He wasn't quite listening before was he...? "Hell was originally the most well known name for the Underworld, and because of that the angels have it a bad reputation on Earth. We only changed the name because the old one has a bad connotation." He stated simply, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Hadn't he seen this spirit before...? Well, he wouldn't remember.

"Alright everyone, please follow me. I'll be taking you to the HQ. Each Sin would most likely like to speak with you, I only introduce you generally. Shall we?" The blue haired Sin turned away, hands calmly in his jacket pockets. His Majesty had clambered out of his hiding spot inside the tall man's jacket, instead taking a comfortable place draped over one of Belphegor's shoulders- of course, Sloth didn't mind a bit.

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The group walked through the bright city streets of the Entertainment district, it lively and filled with laughter and chatting. Humans and demons were mingling, shopping, and just relaxing peacefully. "Please stay close. It's easy to get lost." A couple of souls with a childish appearance called out to the male, with names like "Big Brother!" and "Bellfry!" The blue haired Sin gave a kind smile and a simple wave to them, who giggled and waved back excitedly in return.

They finally came upon a giant building, in an old gothic style made out of deep red and black marble. His Majesty leaped down from Belphegor's shoulder and strutted away proudly, as if not wanting to get his friend in trouble.
Inside, it was warm and cozy, already very home like. "I suppose I should show you to Levi first. Just a warning... there might be a lot of paperwork." He gave the new souls a nervous glance, guiding them to Leviathan's office.

Belphegor knocked twice, quietly opening the door just a crack. "Um... L- I mean, Ms. Envy?" It was funny. He would easily annoy the most violent and easily angered Sin without an issue, but when it came to Leviathan he acted quite politely. She was just downright terrifying. The sleepy blue eyes glanced around at the group of their leader, Lucifer, and Mammon. "Oh... I brought the new group, but I'll come back later if you're busy..."

[User]
"Oh. Now that's a good question" Mammon's grim widened considerably, clearly satisfied with Leviathan's initiative to ask him about who he planned to take with him for a little while - after all, it was the perfect opportunity to demonstrate the flawless justificative he made in the instant he decided to use his well deserved vacation to tease her - visibly enjoying himself as he started to make his way towards her office, conveniently ignoring the need to receive a confirmation from Lucifer.

"I actually had quite the trouble with making this decision, you see?" he nonchalantly approached her desk, making his way through the unsettling number of documents that covered the room as he approached his fellow sin. "I mean, being the reasonable person that I am, I know pretty well that we aren't supposed to slack off when considering how much work we already have to do in a daily basis and how doing so would make this already unhealthy quantity even more alarming. That being said, I believe that overworking ourselves would be even more prejudicial to the underworld, thus I came to the conclusion we should logically take periodic vacations to avoid having to deal with such issues." He explained while taking one of the piles of documents positioned directly besides the sin and relocating it to clean a spot for him to sit in the desk before progressing with his not-so-convincing speech."With that in mind, I started considering who I should take to test the verisimilitude of my conclusion. To start with, I naturally started to observate the sins to conclude which would take the most benefit from such an opportunity, and after a some serious investigation I concluded that... We actually don't have that many sins in need of a vacation."  He dramatically paused his speech to glance at Leviathan, as if to confirm that she was still paying attention to his bullshit."I mean, amongst the sins Asmodeus, Beelzebub and Belphegor are already relaxed to the point where their working doesn't even count as a burden" He stoped for a moment to momentanuously turn his head towards Belphegor - who conveniently entered with his newcomers in the middle of his speech - throwing a glance towards the other sin that clearly meant something along the lines of "don't you dare to spoil my amusement" before continuing "Satan is so freaking naturally nervous that he already counts as a lost cause - and thus wouldn't be fit as a test subject - and Lucifer not only can't take a vacation - as his responsibilities as a head of state require his constant presence - but also counts with the help of a relatively competent assistant - considerably reducing his burden" He once more stoped, showing a smile that almost looked innocent as he finally voiced his conclusion: "And finally, Leviathan - You - is always so dedicated to working in despite of not showing any particular trait that makes you immune to the burden brought by such a massive amount of work that you can only be regarded as the perfect subject to prove my theory. You're the only one yhat I can possibly take with me that can effectively make this vacation profitable for the underworld... That is, if you accept going to a date with me for the sake of our beloved realm." He finished with such an eloquence that it almost looked like he had absolute faith in what he said - a clear bullshit, as he honestly didn't believe that his crazy speech made in the spur of the moment would effectively manage to convince Envy, as he effectively concentrated more in taking some amusement from the situation and hopefully impress some of the newcomers that came with Sloth in the process. Well, he wouldn't complain if it actually worked though... A date with a cute girl isn't something he could possibly reject.


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

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

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

[User] "And actually, we have to move, like. Uh. Now" The boy said, panic leaking into his voice slightly as Anthony heard the sound of more raiders approaching them. "Shit," Anthony muttered under his breath, "Yeah, you're right. You seem to know your way around here, you know any fast routes out of here?" As he finished, he pulled out his knife and held it out, hilt-first, to the boy. "You look like you could use a tool," nodding at the free hanging knife at the boys side, "now come on, let's go."

[Assistant]
"...You seem to know your way around here, you know any fast routes out of here?" As he finished, he pulled out his knife and held it out, hilt-first, to the boy. "You look like you could use a tool," nodding at the free hanging knife at the boys side...

Bobby flinched at the sudden movement of Tony's hand, assuming the worst; but was surprised to realize it was a kind gesture, as the gruff man held out the knife, the "pointy-end" facing away from him. What... what kind of trick is this? Bobby thought, unfamiliar with anyone holding a weapon towards him the wrong way. What is the meaning of this gesture... this man doesn't even know me. Tony shook it slightly, starting to grow a little more impatient at Bobby's hesitance, trying to kindly telegraph that he needed to hurry.

"Now come on, let's go."

Bobby took the knife, taking a slight moment to admire how sharp and pristine it was. The man clearly was familiar with maintaining such weapons... and it only reminded the boy of what a dangerous man he was about to join parties with. Bobby points to the forward-most sewer tunnel, and begins a light jog in its direction. "About five hundred feet this way, we should come to a manhole leading to a less... eh. Crowded part of town." Bobby winces nervously, hearing the stompings of Raiders growing closer, and the volume was growing exponentially. He waves Tony on, quickening his pace. "Stick to the walls!"

[User] Hurrying after the boy, Anthony spared a few glances behind him, and he saw the first of the raiders appear from the darkness. Turning around, he urged the boy in font of him to go faster. "Quickly kid, we got some crazy's on our ass." he whispered-shouted to the boy. He could see the ladder only a few feet away at that point, and sparing one final glance behind him, he saw the raiders catching up. Cursing under his breath, he sped up unti he was breast to breast to the boy, who was running like a gazelle, wide eyed and terrified. As they finally reached the ladder, he spun around and told the boy, "hurry on up, I'll hold them off. Once we reach the surface, these bastards will finally get off our tail. Well? What are you waiting for? Up ya go kid!"

[Assistant]
"hurry on up, I'll hold them off. Once we reach the surface, these bastards will finally get off our tail."

Bobby just gawked at him for a short moment, not really sure what this guy was thinking.

"Well? What are you waiting for? Up ya go kid!"

Bobby obeyed, scurrying up the ladder as the Raiders were mere moments away from colliding with the man. Ten feet above, Bobby watched in awe as the man stood his ground; either his bravery, or his madness, knew no bounds. Bobby fired off a hefty stone in their general direction, hoping to knock at least one of the crazed men out of the fight...

[User]
He had finally manage to make his way down to the second floor, but not without taking down two walkers in the descending stairs down to the third floor. He back up at a slow pace leading them up single file back up the stairs for a few steps until they were in the right position, then proceeded to smash in their skulls with the curve part of the heavy weighted crowbar. After dealing with them, he reached the third floor, but another one had surprised him from the back and nearly caught him off-guard, were it not for it's dead moaning, he would've never managed to turn around in time as it came out the darkness of an open apartment door. He stabbed into the head with the tipped end of his weapon and moved a bit more faster, not wanting to run into anymore surprises.

The second floor was in ruins. The doors were completely torn off now lying on the carpet hall, the wall paint was chipped and covered in a mess of splattered brown, mainly dried up blood from those that were either killing each other over food and water or from the dead feasting on them until they themselves rose.

Adrian didn't want to find out which was one was true, so he trudged on back down the path until he reached the second to last room, the door was still intact. He reached for the handle, turning it slowly so it didn't make the *Click* noise when you opened them, and pulled the door open. He quickly went inside and shut it exactly as he did when he opened it, and luckily he did to, because he heard the sound of something and the echo of shoes running through the stairwell as he just came down through. He moved towards the room window and looked out to into the the alley way. Adrian counted six walkers, all slowly walking around with nothing but the sounds of moaning and hunger. He had to make a decision and a quick one, because the he couldn't hear them moving outside the in the hall anymore, because the most dangerous sound was no sound at all, meaning something was about to go down.

'Hell no, I'll take my damn chances outside in the night.' With his mind made up he unlatched the the window pushing it up as it lead to the outside and onto the second floor fire escape.

[Assistant] Anthony grinned to himself as he assessed the situation in front of him. The ladder was connected to the main pathway by a rusty cat walk that was only barely holding itself up above the water. Pulling out his 35 lbs sledge hammer, Anthony began hammering down the walkway. As the first raider's reached the bridge, the bridge was on it's last hinge. The bridge itself was wide engough to support one person at a time, and the waters were deep. As a large mass of raiders bundled up on the bridge, their weight proved to much and the bridge collapsed with an ear wrenching screech. Som of the raiders attempted to jump to safety, only to meet the business end of the sledgehammer. Quickly turning around, Anthony began climbing up the ladder, calling up "Hey Bobby, I'm on my way!"

[User]
Once in the stairwell, Petra heard a series of noises sounding from farther down the stairwell. Not clumsy noises like that of the undead. They were short noises, measured noises, careful noises. Noises of a human. Now, Petra was not a people person. If she could avoid an interaction, she'd make damn sure that she would. It wasn't fear - it was apathy. She didn't want to be wrapped up into other people's problems. However at this point, she was running out of options. If she had to approach another person, so be it. But, these days, the living could be me dangerous than the dead.

Following the noises all the way down the stairwell, Petra made sure to keep her steps light incase the person got the bright idea to come back up or shout to her. There were no animated walkers all the way down, so she assumed whoever was below her had cleared them out.

Petra neared the ground floor. That's when she saw him, peering out the window at the parking lot. What was he looking at? She held her breath, standing just a fee steps above him, not ready for a confrontation yet. Spending weeks alone on a rooftop with little to no human interaction was punch in the gut to Petra's social skills. She let the moment linger, watching the man as he glared out the window. She had to say something, do something. The building was not safe to scavenge anymore and if she was going to go out on the streets, she was at least going to attempt to gain help before going it alone. Petra was an introvert, however she wasn't stupid. She wasnt going to let her preference for solitude get her killed.

The right phrase couldn't seem to form in her mind. Should it be a snarky remark, a fair proposal, or just a simple greeting? Before she could decide, her stomach growled loudly, prompting Petra to try and take a few steps up, only resulting in more noise.

[Assistant]
Bobby watched Athony in amazement at how effectively his sledgehammer made work of the encroaching raiders. Maybe this was actually a good idea... Bobby thought to himself.

"Hey Bobby, I'm on my way!"

Brought out of his awestruck daze, Bobby scurried up the rest of the way, pushing off the manhole covering and making his exit out into the desolate night. Looking around, making sure the coast was clear of any Raiders (or anything worse), he turned around and offered a hand to his accomplice; it seems, in the moment, forgetting his 'no-touch policy.'