[System]
Race:  Snapjaw (AKA Bayou Hound)

Race Abilities:  Snapjaws have high endurance, able to run at a decent speed over land or swim for sustained periods of time. They have extremely powerful jaws despite their size, and can crush bones should one get a good purchase. Sadly, they can't do much else. Snapjaws are most at home in warm, moist environments

Gender:  Female

Personality:  In the previous world, Otsune was compassionate, quiet, poetic, clever, thankful, considerate, gracious, and highly spiritual. Given a new lease on life in this place, however, her natural, real-life traits are commonly masked her new sense of self.

Otsune is energetic, outgoing, willful, ready to hurt and kill if need be, and greatly assertive. She is a huntress who prefers to act rather than think, a thrill-seeker and competitor. When fighting, she shows a merciless and savage side, perhaps imagining her enemies to embody all the immorality that her spirit strove against before. With her fellow monsters, nothing pleases her more than to mock, irritate, enrage, and humiliate. All of this, however, doesn't so much mask her previous self as it does filter to the top of it. Otsune still doesn't talk much, preferring to embarrass and annoy via gesture, traps, counters, turning foes' strength against them, and the like. She will never steal and won't often lie, and those that do not deserve to be hurt will not only be spared, but receive her protection. She never takes a blessing for granted, and always appreciates help and camaraderie. If the situation calls for wits, her keen intellect will bubble to the surface. At her core, she strives to act with the sort of grace and professionalism she thinks befits someone serving God.

History (Pre-Mortem):  No amount of hard work, love, or previous fortune can prevent an ordinary woman, working alongside her husband in religious ministries, from dire misfortune. At the age of 26, Otsune found herself afflicted with a fast-working cancer. For a while, the spiritual woman wondered why God might allow such a thing to happen despite the blamelessness with which she lived her life, but ultimately, she did not lose her faith. Gradually, she embraced her coming death, and with the time she had left found more meaning and love in her life than ever before.

Nevertheless, when her husband found out that a place of healing in a far-off land might be able to save her, the two journeyed across towns, hills, and plains to see if God might provide for her after all. After her arrival at the hospital, Otsune underwent conventional treatment, but nothing availed her. Saddened but unbroken, Otsune bid a tearful but smiling farewell to her grief-stricken husband, and lay down for one last procedure -a blood transfusion- before the world went dark.

Appearance:  About a foot tall and three feet long, snapjaws are amalgamations of dog and crocodile, with both scales and fur. The most prominent reptilian characteristics are the tail, head, eyes, and lower legs, while the rest is mostly dog. They come in a variety of colors and subspecies, but Otsune is light brown with cream-colored scruff and chocolate-colored patches on her back.

Other:  I have something really cool in mind for an evolution, but it's pretty strong. I think that having Otsune be the late bloomer would probably be the best way to accomplish that. Of course, I could introduce a middling form, without a picture to help things along.

[User]
Simba knew that finding out whether or not the other creatures were friendly was a good reason to talk to them, but it was still a risk.  "Yeah we have to find out some way, but we should still be careful. In fact if something happens you may want to hide behind me. My size should at least make me appear as the bigger threat."

While Simba hoped his companion didn't take his comment the wrong way he was more concerned about her getting hurt in case of a fight. Of course he was worried about himself too but he believed he was the physical stronger of the two. Nervously he made his way to the group.

[Assistant]
... Well... the... tiny... tiny girl who had latched onto her to hug her was cute at least, even if Ariana wasn't exactly too capable of focusing on that sort of thing. For a few moments, she took a deep breath. Her legs were cool? Whatever, she still had a spider for legs and that didn't exactly seem very cool to her. She wanted human legs. She wanted to be home, not... here, wherever it was. Why would she even have a spider for legs?!

Then the one scaly guy said... said he'd died to get here. Ariana shook her head, eyes wide. No. She hadn't died. How could she have died? She was just walking home when... there was no way that could have happened to her at all.

... At the very least though the harpy said moving out of the cave was a good idea... Ariana, even in her moment of fear and anger, couldn't deny that... maybe it'd help. Maybe they'd get back home faster.

Then the other lizard thing spoke.

"... Oh... because EVERYONE's accepting it as freakishly well as you, huh?! You... stupid, scaly idiot!" she snapped, "EVERYONE should just forget their families or whatever instantly, right?! You just need to shut up!"

Fury had overtaken her fear now. Oh, because she was upset and wanted to go home she should be patronized and scoffed at?! Her main set of eyes glared daggers at the scaly thing, her hands balled into fists. It was only a small amount of rational thought that made her turn away and start to head out.

Only because it might help her get home faster.

[User]
"...Whoa. I can see this going about as well as I'd expect, which is to say not very well at all," Hyng said, shaking his head as he slithered out towards what he assumed to be the exit to the cave. "Still, though... Fuck, I died, then? What did I die- oh. Right. Explosions. Metal. Water. Damn, I'm an idiot."

The spider-girl was likely going to have to come to terms with that eventually; not just that she was dead, but also that returning to her old life would likely be next to impossible. It was strange enough that they had reincarnated (and that he himself owed his Buddhist parents an apology for denying that aspect of their faith), but that alone was already a gross violation of the laws of science. To say nothing of the fact that half of them were fantasy creatures...

Maybe the insanity of daily life had jaded him to some extent. There was a possibility that that was the case. At the very least, it'd explain why he wasn't having a nervous breakdown.

The exit to the cave they were in led to what seemed to be a larger cave, which was... Admittedly pretty annoying, but at least it explained the relative dimness of the light in there. This cavern seemed to branch off in a bunch of other directions, but two things caught Hyng's attention.

One: The exit of the cave was wide open, and it seemed to be early morning given the light streaming in.

Two: The ground was littered with corpses, both human and not. Blood, of course, was EVERYWHERE. Mostly dried, though. Mostly.

"...What the flying fuck happened in here...?" Hyng mused, noting that most of the corpses had their weaponry and armor stripped from their bodies; those that weren't bare were usually mutilated beyond efficient use. Most of the dead had wounds that were pretty clean-cut, all things considered, so... In essence, the answer to his question probably didn't need to be said.

"Actually, you know what? Never mind. I'm heading out to explore; hell if I'm sticking around this place."

With that said, Hyng navigated through the battlefield, attempting not to move over any of the corpses or blood. Be it out of respect or out of disgust, well... Either would do as an excuse.

The entrance to the cavern, at least, was considerably less in terms of being a bloodbath. Contrary to the dreary atmosphere of that hellhole, the grass around the place seemed to have been untouched. Which was... Strange, but probably not relevant to the situation at hand. Damned if it wasn't trampled on, though, but that was to be expected.

"So. Uh... We just wanna pick a direction and go?"

The forest seemed pretty tranquil... Well, for now, at least. Hyng wasn't quite sure if that was a good sign or not, but there were probably better places to hunker down in than a cave full of the dead.

[Assistant]
~Neix~

Wooooow.

someone just went off the deep end. When did she ever say she was calm? The accusation just made Neix snarkier than she usually was. In fact, it sort of pissed her off and considering she already wasn't exactly in the most stable of conditions...well...

"Oh, excuuuuuuse me princess" She hissed at the spider. Huh, she could hiss. Good to know. "Not everyone has to freak out and be a whiny little baby like you do! I just graduated college! In fact, I had it pretty good. You think I want to fucking be here? Because I sure as hell fucking don't."

Yeah, okay, that was a little bit harsh but...well...she honestly couldn't help it. She just...well, she wanted to get out of here. That's what she wanted to do.

Turning away from the spider girl with a grumble, she followed after the snake ignoring anything else the girl or anyone else might have said for that matter. She didn't want to say anything else, or deal with them at the moment. Besides, as soon as she stumbled into the next room, her thoughts quickly turned into something else.

Something really bad must have happened here.

"Well, we missed a party." Neix mused morbidly. Too bad most of the stuff looked in fairly bad condition and looked like it couldn't be used with any degree of efficiency. She didn't linger though, she shared Hyng's sentiments of getting the hell out of dodge before whatever did this came back. She would rather like to not be made into lizard jerky.

"Well, we don't really have much of a choice, do we?" She replied to Hyng. "Hanging around here's a bad idea, and I don't think we're gonna find anything useful on the bodies." As morbid as that sounded, she'd steal anything she could from these dead schmucks if it mean she could survive better in...wherever the fuck this was.

[User]
As Simba made his way to the other creatures the group apparently decided to go somewhere else. Since he had no idea what else to do he kept following them, but he made sure to leave marks in case he wanted to go back to familiar territory. The lack of hands and the fact his claws weren't strong enough to leave easily visible markings in stone made anything other than the occasional pile of pebbles impossible.

When he approached the exit he noticed all the dead bodies and once again had to keep from freaking out, something helped by the fact that a lot of the corpses didn't seem human. Simba realized that if the group left the cave he might lose them so he and his companion had to hurry.  "I think we should start running."  He could only hope the others didn't take the sign of two catlike creatures charging at them as a sign of aggression.

[Assistant]
More commotion with the panicked and now accusatory little drider followed the other creatures' attempts to tranquilize her. Though unfamiliar with her new facial muscles –or lack thereof- Otsune managed a crude and rather leering approximation of a smirk, for she had been right, after all; some children made trouble not to get better but to get attention, and the show wouldn't be over until she tired herself out. Until then, all anyone else would be doing would be to add fuel to the fire. Leaving seemed like a very attractive option to the snapjaw, and upon spying the snake Hing making his escape, she wasted no time plodding along after him.

On the threshold to the larger cavern, she froze. The sight of carnage strewn about the floor of the cave filled her with horror and repulsion. Her fellow reptile voiced what ran through her mind: staying in here was not an option. While he navigated through the mess, she opted to lope around the edge of the cavern, discerning the walls via the light streaming in through a promising hole on the other side of the slaughterhouse. In doing so she evaded almost all of the viscera, as well as a good heap of nausea. The dry wit of Neix did not reach her, but Otsune did reach the exit before her, and emerged into the dappled sunlight of a green forest. The whole scene marked such a drastic departure from the sickly spectacle seen only moments before that the snapjaw couldn't help but feel at the complete mercy of the world. Of course, had she been human, she wouldn't have been much better off, anyway.

Two more bestial faces in the cave exit made four new visitors to the forest total. Otsune cast an eye at Hing, Neix, and Simba, and found herself wishing they weren't there. The whole situation came of as so confusing and insane that the presence of others only made it more unmanageable. Besides, what sort of help could she expect from them? Perhaps they would react to their new circumstances badly, or one of them would snap. The risks outweighed the possible benefits but a substantial margin, and Otsune decided that she would rather go off on her own. If one of them wanted to follow, well…she would cross that bridge when she came to it.

Slowly at first, she began to run. In truth she did not pick up much speed, since she wanted to be at least somewhat aware of where she was going. She judged that if she were human, the pace she set would amount to a jog, and to the best of her knowledge nobody ever jogged off a cliff. Regardless, she did not run for long. After pushing her way through a thicket of long grass, she discovered that she stood at the edge of a gulch. It fell for about five feet before turning into a mass of reeds sitting in molasses-brown water, buzzing with flies and stinking in a way her new senses couldn't stand. Disgusted again, she backpedaled out of the long grass and began to follow the gulch to the right—the direction from which the barely-moving water trundled. As she moved through the underbrush, she realized just how adept her new body was at running: she didn't feel tired at all. A jaunt like this would have at least left her haggard had she been her old self. When the ground began to slope upward beneath her, she felt as if she were in to something, and in short order emerged from a tangle of wildflowers onto the shore of a small lake. A look to the left determined that a beaver dam, or at least something similar in function, blocked the water from flowing down the gulch. The sun sparkled off the surface of the open water pleasantly, but all the same Otsune remained alert. She harbored no clue what might be waiting for her in this world, or from what direction some unforeseen threat might spring.


[System]
Age:
24

Height:
6'2

Weight:
190 lbs.

Species:
Werewolf

Personality:
While werewolves are known to be quick to anger, Caius is remarkably calm and patient both in wolf and in human form. He does, however, exhibit a very explosive anger when provoked. And when angered, he is quick, decisive and extremely brutal. He is very protective of his twin sister, Claudia, and would go to all lengths to protect her.

While vampires are a natural enemy, he sees this rule with a grain of salt. As long as they do not harm him and those he consider as friend or family, then he leaves them alone. However, in wolf form, his rational and considerate way of looking at vampires becomes a little harder to uphold.

History:
Orphaned at a young age, he and his twin sister were adopted by a human family. As a child, he was silent and thoughtful and often said things that were wise for his age. A close friend of the family once remarked that Caius had a very old soul when she looked deep into his eyes. Thinking it to be just the ramblings of an old lady, he pushed it out of his mind.

His first transformation happened on the full moon of his 13th birthday. Somehow sensing it before it happened, he had taken his sister deep into the forest where both of them underwent their painful transformation from human to wolf. Not being able to control his feral instincts and blinded by pain, he attacked Claudia until he heard her thoughts in his head. It had been an odd experience to be able to hear each other's thoughts but it was something he thought convenient. At first, he struggled to control the raw power ushered in by the light of the full moon but learned to control it in a matter of hours.

As the moon receded into the horizon, the twins transformed back into their human forms. But because of the fear of putting their adoptive family in danger, both decided it best to leave and seek out those similar to them, if they existed. But Claudia, bothered by the anger she always felt and fearing that she might hurt her twin, decided to go off on her own. Caius didn't try to hold her back but promised that he'll find her again someday.

He eventually found Crimson Keeper, a pack of 10 wolves tasked to keep a watchful eye on the vampires and making sure that they do not pose a threat to both werewolves and humans. Strangely enough, the pack welcomed them with reverence, something that Caius still wonders about until the present. He had time and again asked Darric, the pack leader, about it but he always replied that things will reveal themselves at the right opportune moment.

[User] A few minutes more and Caius was walking out of the bathroom, barefoot and wearing a plain white shirt and black jogging pants. His cheeks were pink from the hot shower and his hair was still wet and tousled. "I just realized that you didn't bring along any clothes or anything at all with you. Uh, we could go grab some stuff from your house? Or maybe just buy it if you don't wanna go back," he suggested, his initial awkwardness towards her gone. "We can also grab something for dinner on the way," he gestured towards the kitchen and the refrigerator. "I haven't really stocked up on food yet."

[Assistant]
Callie looked up as he came out, and for a moment it was like she'd been punched in the gut, her breath taken away. oh, jeez. She bit her lip nervously, seeming to have msised what he has said. "Ah. I don't have any money to buy anything..." But she didn't really want to run into any of the coven at the house...

Rising, she swallowed, and for a moment, perhaps a dangerous moment, Callie nearly stalked over to him, to kiss him again. Merely the thought of it sent her heart racing. "Um...I...I...kinda want to kiss you again" She wasn't sure if that was her mouth just blurting out the words, or something else.

Blushing deeply-astronaughts could probably see her glowing face-she let her hair frame her face, hiding it. @Kyrisse

[User]
Caius shook his head and smiled, completely unaware of the effect he had on her. "Don't worry about money. I'll buy you stuff. Think of it as a gift for starting a new life. Or if that doesn't work, maybe just a loan until you're able to finance stuff for yourself." He walked over to the small kitchen to grab a glass of water. His hand stopped midway when he heard her speak again.

He looked at her and blinked. Did I hear that right? He was convinced that he had just imagined it when he saw the deep blush that she was desperately hiding beneath her hair. Completely abandoning the thought of having that drink of water, he strode towards her. "I can take care of that," he said before he leaned down and pressed his lips gently on hers.

[Assistant]
It was oddly satisfying to see him...shocked. Callie watched from the curtain of her hair as he strode towards her, seeming to take all decision from her as he kissed her, once more feeling that spark, jolting through her body, seeming to spark every nerve ending, warming her body. She felt her heart race, and she responded more than a little enthausastically, returning the kiss deeply, she moved in against him, merely, for the moment, letting her body do what it wanted.

She wrapped her arms around him, effectively trying to have as little gap between them as possible, sure every part of her was heating up, and for a moment, she didn't know if she could stop, but then wondering if it mattered.

She was well aware of the dangers of being in anyway shape or form associated with Vampires or Werewolves-there was always that chance you'd get bitten, But right then, she didn't care. @Kyrisse

[User]
The way Callie responded to his kisses told Caius that she wanted him more than she let on. When she wrapped her arms around him, he did the same, effectively pressing their bodies together. As the heat built up in Caius, he fought to hold himself back, trying not to let lust cloud his mind. He didn't wanna hurt her much less make her do something that she'll regret later on.

But it was so difficult and her movements against him was only making it more so. Out of breath, he pulled away, the strain of controlling himself evident on his face. "Callie... If we don't stop, I might end up... Do you want to?" he asked.

[Assistant]
Callie wasn't too sure what he meant, at least for a moemnt. End up doing what? It? She tried to figure it out, by looking at him, brushing back her hair, and frowning slightly. He could lose control? But...surely not, she didn't doubt that he'd had other partners before, and given that there wasn't a stream of female wolves about, it was logical to assume he hadn't bit them...

Callie wasn't even sure what she wanted.

She didn't want to cause him pain, something that was evident by his effort to control himself. She glanced away, and said softly, "I...I just know that...I want you" It didn't seem much of an answer, but right then it was all the truth Callie had. @Kyrisse

[User]
Caius was trying to calm himself down but his heart was beating so loudly in his chest. Callie looked hesitant and it was all the answer he really needed. The relationship he had with her was, after all, too undetermined to actually cross the line he was teetering on. But before he could release her and move away from her, her soft voice gave him a completely different answer.

He groaned and claimed her mouth with his again, this time his kisses were rough, proof of how much he had been holding back. His hands began moving up and down her back. After a few more minutes, he pulled back. "Callie... are you sure about this? Do you want me to make love to you?" he asked in a hoarse voice.

[Assistant]
Like she could say anything else but yes now, when her whole body seemed to be screaming for it, but Caius's restraint, made her rein herself in, and she looked up at him. "If you're worried, we can wait" She said softly, still wondering for a time what was coming over her, She swallowed, not afraid, but...more nervous then she'd ever been.

"But I'm sure. I can wear a charm, if you wish. It offers some protection against physical attack" She didn't know if a bite during love would count, but she wanted to try and ease his mind. "or we can wait"@Kyrisse

[User]
A slow smile spread across Caius' face. "I'm not gonna bite you, if that's what you think I was getting at. I was just making sure that you want this." He began trailing kisses on her jaw and down her neck. "If you want me, I want you more," he whispered against her skin. It didn't take long for their clothes to start falling on the floor.

He was gentle with her, taking the lead most times but always after seeking some sort of consent. He wanted her desperately but he held back in the fear of hurting her.

[Assistant]
Callie didn't think she'd every experienced anything quite so...amazing, and doubted she would again. Almost purring like a contented cat, Callie gave a happy sigh. Her day had started off as being practically homeless. Who would have thought she'd be here?

After a little while, she said softly "that was certainly something" she smiled, "dinner sounds real nice right now" she gave a small laugh, feeling almost giddy. And definitely safe. Like she knew now full well that nothing would hurt her as long as Caius was around.

[User]
Caius looked at Callie with wonder evident in his eyes. How had he survived all these years without her? Being with her like this and holding her in his arms... with her cheeks flushed from their lovemaking... It felt like he had been missing something all his life and she had been that last puzzle piece to complete him. For a moment, he hoped with all that he was that she'll eventually look at him the same way he looked at her. But even if she didn't, he knew he'd be content just being in her presence and making sure she was safe and happy.

He gave her a gentle smile. "Dinner would be nice. What do you feel like eating?"

[Assistant]
A little bit...nervous? maybe...at the wonder, the look Caius seemed to constantly give her, Callie tried to figure out why but it didn't seem like there could be an answer for that. She just wished she could understand the whole imprinting thing...

"Maybe...Pizza? Could get it delivered. Which means not having to move. Which means not having to get dressed. Which means..." She trailed off teasingly, before giving a slight frown, "But...I did want to pick some herbs for some potions...and I still have to go steal my stuff from the coven's house." She need to get her things, there were some important things to he there. @Kyrisse

[User] Caius liked the idea of staying in and he loved the fact that she seemed to want more of him. He nodded, pulling her onto his lap. "I guess you have two choices to choose from. I could order pizza now, make love to you until it arrives, have dinner, make love again til we tire each other out and then get your stuff tomorrow morning OR..." He began trailing kisses on her neck, her shoulders and down her back. "...we can go out and grab your stuff, order pizza to go and be back here in no time..." his hands began carressing her. "...to continue making love to each other..." he leaned his forehead on her back. "God, you don't know how much I want you," his voice was almost a growl as he pushed her down the bed, got on top of her and took her roughly.

[Assistant]
There simply was no deny him. It was, for that time, like breathing. She just couldn't resist it. But despite the fact she could happily have stayed there, waiting for pizza to be delivered, she knew she needed to get her things, before Aleida either got rid of them, destroyed them, or claimed them for herself. That thought was enough to get her stiring, and she said "I have to get my things at least, or that...that vile woman will do something with them" She ran a hand through her hair, her charm bracelet tinkling, and blinded her eyes blearily.

"I should have put a spell on them..." Too little, too late now though. "But there's a pizza joint close by the house..."@Kyrisse

[User] Caius nodded. "I'll go along with whatever you decide to do. I realize that I must have sounded like a stalker or something earlier..." he started as he reached up and ran a hand through his hair embarrassedly. It looked almost comical. An embarrassed, stark naked Caius. "...but it's difficult to explain... Anyway, shall we get dressed and go get your things? We can do that first and then grab something to eat afterwards," he suggested.

[Assistant]
The way he looked...it was endearing and Callie..a slow roll of her heart, an almost spinning feeling of falling. oh, boy. she closed her eyes a moment, before opening them and smiling. He was just so adorable...she had a hard time resisting the urge to kiss him. She figured that would get them
Both fired up once more.

"it's okay...I can't say I understand it but...it's okay" she managed to disentangle herself from him, although that certainly was hard to do, and she found her clothes, wriggling back into them, running her fingers through her hair she didn't even think about using a glamour or anything.

She looked back and smiled again. "maybe...we could get the stuff quickly" she said, almost bashfully, but then sighed softly "I walked out without a key so we might have to break in..."@Kyrisse

[User] Caius sighed. "I wish I can say that I'm good at breaking in and sneaking things out but I'm a wolf...not a cat. I can probably be a lot more useful in wolf form though," he glanced outside. "The darkness will be an advantage. But if the whole place is lighted up...well, a huge black wolf standing in brightness would be terribly conspicuous." He stood up and got dressed. "It doesn't mean I'm not gonna help you though. So..." he held out his hand to her. "...let's go?"


[System]
Age: 21

Gender: Male

Appearance: Dark-brown, short chic hair that is usually kept neat and styled in a charming manner that frames his angular face quite well. He is of mixed ethnicity - his father being Chinese and his mother from the States. Because of his multiracial traits, his eyes are colored hazel are more of a rounded almond shape. He has an olive-colored complexion, inheriting the darker skin tones from his father. Being Chinese-American, he stands at a shorter-than-average height than his fully Caucasian peers, but only by a little. Though sporting a thin frame, his athleticism over the years have made his body quite sturdy, though it doesn't quite show underneath his usual fitted clothing. For his attire, he usually wears things that are pretty casual but stylish with darker colors.

Personality: Charming, laid-back, and sociable, Justin is a young man who is in the prime of his years. He radiates youth with his optimism as well as show it by partaking in silly risks and living his days with a splash of adventure and mischief. His confidence is backed by his stubbornness, a disastrous combination that usually leads him into trouble. Still, he is intelligent enough to never put himself and those around him in any real danger, as he knows he cannot forsake the future he had worked so hard for.

Because of his casual demeanor, he is quite charismatic and approachable. He carries a conversation as smooth as silk and has the ability to dissuade most tension in a situation with his logical and refreshing words. He can be really understanding but conversely, it's difficult for him to open up - but he hides it very well. In most cases, this makes him quite the liar, though he tries not to without good reason. He is more persuasive than intimidating, which is both a strength and weaknesses depending on the situation.

Usually he is level-headed and can be analytical with his surroundings, and though his fuse is long, there are things that can quickly set off his temper and make him quite rash. But again, he is able to mask his weakness quite well.

Backstory: His father was a descendant of Chinese immigrants who had came over to the United States during WWII. Though having grown up in San Diego, California since he was born, Justin's father and his grandparents were quite traditional with their Chinese roots. It was only after his father was in high school, where he met his American mother, that his sense of tradition began to fade and instead became quite 'westernized' himself. So when Justin was born many years later, he was raised primarily on American values and principles, with his Chinese heritage being sprinkled in here and there.

Justin grew up in a household of an average, middle-class nuclear family with him being the only child. His parents are hard workers, with his dad being a small-time manager of a metalworking company and his mom a receptionist at a local hospital. He himself is in his third year of University, just finishing up the remaining of his pre-requisites to apply for an externship that would finish off his medical imaging degree. He is quite adept with his major, having taken interest in Anatomy and Physiology since his early high-school days. He knows a lot about the human body, as well as having the basic fundamentals of pathology and medicine ingrained in his head after years of hard studying for his future profession.

On his down-times, Justin participates in various cardio and weight-bearing exercises so that he may keep in shape for his kickboxing hobby in Muay Thai. Though he lives on his own now, he still frequents his parents quite regularly as he his close with his family. Though he is quite sociable at school and well-known, he only hangs out with a select group of individuals that he calls his closest friends.

Talents: Being a student of a major that branches off of medicine, he is quite adept at first aid and giving out diagnoses and prognoses. Though his initial knowledge is severely limited, as long as the pathology is not too rare or complex, he's able to establish a very broad idea of what it is, and therefor, can maybe procure some sort of temporary remedy, if not being able to cure it without proper medicine.

As a practioner of Muay Thai, he is capable of self-defense but only to a limited extent. He has a small sparring background, and has only been training for a year.

Other: He loves sweets, and usually carries around some sort of small candy in his pockets.

[User]
Cleo tried hard to keep track of what was said, but her head was spinning and she couldn't concentrate. It seemed that she was finally getting some panic in her veins. Not enough to freak out, but enough to feel a little dizzy. She resisted sitting down and instead decided to tell what little information was on her mind right now.

"I... I have a little sad man hanging from my phone and my text says that I slept over my birthday and that I could gather a present by a dropoff point." She looked at the one, who just mentioned the same dropoff thing and whose phone had gone off. "I am with you, I guess. I wanna know what this dropoff point is and what we'll find there." It may be risky and dangerous though, she thought.

She decided to share the rest bit of information she had with them too. "My room was.... I think 14. I didn't really look at the number to be honest. In my box was this phone with the sad man and a hatchet. It's dull though. Beside that I've got water and some food." She then pointed behind herself into the darkness from where she came. "Also that way there's a wall kinda thing made out of debris. I don't know if that means anything, but thought I'd mention it."

Cleo took a deep breath and slowly her mind went clear again. "I am sure those little things hanging from the phones have a meaning. And I am not really positive about mine."

[Assistant]
Outside of Room 9 - Gray Cièl

Gray nodded at Irina nearly happily. It was nice to know that not everything around here was insane. These people seemed nice, hopefully they could all get out of here, working together perhaps. "That'd be great, I think for the time being we should follow the orders on the phone, especially while they're not too difficult or out of the way." Gray said nodding at the girl and taking her hand. "You guys go deal with what you need to, we're going to go deal with this." Gray plugged her nose as Irina and instructed her to and had her lead the way towards the sad girl. It wouldn't be long before the smell of decomposition would refill the air around the two.

It was a disgusting thing to have to put up with, and completely and fully demoralizing. When Gray saw the girl she stopped dead in her tracks, gasping. She turned to Irina feeling her nose tighten and her eyes begin to well up. "Jesus," Gray began "shit" she finished eloquently as always. "So I have to find a key, any idea where that would be?" Gray said quietly looking at Irina, the girl had known where the corpse was, and thusly she was the intelligence on this one. From Gray's analysis – the girl had been dead for some time, but that was more of an educated guess than anything else.

Gray slowly approached the dead body and decided she'd check the pockets for any keys. She slipped her hands in while doing her best to control her gag reflex. She started with the pockets of the girls pants and continued over her shirt if there was anything concealed. Gray found herself staring at Irina instead of watching what she was doing for a multitude of reasons. She was cute, that was the smallest and least important reason. To control her gag reflex, that was a strong one, she couldn't bear the sight of what she was currently doing. Finally there was the fact that she had just met Irina, she had also forced herself to be weary of the fact that Irina knew where a dead body was. She wanted to believe that they could help each other but god forbid if Gray had to look at what she was doing. Finally she'd check around the girl's neck. In case she was wearing a key like a necklace or something else like that.

[User]
Rhiannon shot Tim a wary glance, deciding what she risked by answering, before fishing the phone from her back pocket for him to see.

"Yep. It was in my box of supplies. No dead body in my room to cover them up." She put the phone back and took another look at the corpse. What concerned her was that the corpse wasn't that  old. Little sign of decay and the blood was still fresh enough to be washed away by this foul-smelling water. As time went out she was finding herself less and less trusting of the nervous accountant she'd discovered. She breathed in shallowly, controlling her nerves with rhythmic breathing she'd learned from anxiety therapy, before trudging across the water-logged floor of the restroom.

"It's fine, you can stay there. I work with animals so I'm pretty used to blood and guts." There was a note of irritation in her voice; this man was clearly older than her, albeit not by much, but wasn't coping well with the situation. Privately, she found that the corpse did disturb her more than any animal would have but she put it down to the cause of death; some things would put anyone off their breakfast and she was pretty sure this was one of them. Still, for some reason she found herself calmer now that she'd run into another person here. If he was an enemy then at least she knew what he looked like and she could keep her eyes on him. If he was a friend then at least she wasn't alone in this place.

Turning her attention back to the corpse she noticed its eyes were still open so she reached out and gently closed the eyelids before sliding her hands under the body to get some purchase. With its clothes now sodden the body was even heavier than it should have been but she managed to heave it over rather than lift so that they could get the supplies underneath.

"Come on, get your stuff and let's go find out if someone else is here. You heard shouting before, right?"

[Assistant]
North Hallway above Room 16

Aedin smiled at the metal on the wall as he heard the hollow echo. That was good to know, and definitely something he'd have to investigate with the proper tools if he could find them. He could care less about the lack of messaging program as the only purpose of the phone right now was to be a source of light, albeit a poor one. The light, however, was enough to work by. He could get some decent scavenging done right now which put a grin on his face.

He picked up an empty can of food and looked it over. The label had worn off completely, but cans made for a great alarm when put together. There were about a dozen of the things in the pile. Food scraps were here and there all of which were totally inedible. He couldn't use the cardboard for much, but the empty bottles and cans could at least be somewhat useful. He picked up every single one of the bags, of the seven he counted four of them didn't have wholes too big to make them useful. He split the dozen cans between two bags and then filled the rest with the empty bottles.

"I'll figure something out to do with you guys." His tone was smug. "Maybe I'll invent a new art form or something."

Aedin quickly paced back to Room 16 and put the bags inside right next to the door. He then looked over at the body and frowned. "I can't have you as a doormat. You'd just stink up the place." It took him some effort, but he started dragging the body back towards the sheet metal wall. As soon as he got there he'd leave it in the remains of the pile of garbage and start searching for actual living people.

[User]
"Hey! Make sure to be careful!" Justin called after the two girls as they decided to split off and head towards the cadaver that Irina had mentioned. Although he knew the only way to get answers was to move forward and follow these 'mission' of theirs, he still felt uneasy at the whole ordeal. Everything seemed to be moving way too fast, and he just hope that they were all able to meet up again with their heads intact. Sighing, he turned to face the other two, Austin and Cleo.

"So it's the three musketeers then, at least for now." Justin gave a small pause as he eyed them both, before shifting his body and straightening his posture. He made his way past Austin, and opened the door to room 7. "I guess I should stash my stuff in here too." As the space became available to him, Justin took the time to analyze the room. It wasn't much different than his, with the bed and useless trash scattered about. His eyes made their way to the box that belonged to Austin, and it was there that Justin decided to place his. Then, a thought occurred to him. Standing up, Justin made his way back to his acquaintances.

"We need to set up rules," Justin said suddenly as he leaned against the entry way, resting his limber body against the door frame as he dusted off his hands. "And keep track of whoever enters this room. Look, I don't want to sound like an ass right now, but we have no reason to trust each other whatsoever. I mean, I'm grateful that I'm not suffering in Hell alone, but at the same time, I would never know if one of you guys want a knife in my back. What if one of us is the actual culprit for this whole mess? It's a shitty thought, I know, but you can't deny the possibility. So that means we'll need to keep an eye out for any potential threats that would want to harm any of us by using our...stuff." He glanced at Austin, indicating the man's revolver and his own syringe kit. He then glances at Cleo's hatchet - dull as it may be, it could still bust someone's brains out. "If we need to distribute food, then we'll need to do so when all of us are together. This room should be prohibited at all times, unless the group deems it necessary to access the tools."

Justin licked his lips nervously, though his eyes held strong. "Do you guys agree? I didn't want to sound like a tyrant, but I wouldn't feel safe leaving potential weapons unguarded unless we have some understanding between all of us." He then turned to Cleo. "And we'll have to keep that wall of debris in mind. Question is...was it purposely collapsed? With everything going on so far, I feel it may be more than meets the eye. But more importantly, you and I still need to go pick up our prizes. I'm wondering if we should wait for the other two, or if we should go check it out really quick..." The young man eyed the end of the hallway hesitantly. "We'll need to find it first, though."

He took a deep breath, then said "Your call, Austin. Would you like me and Cleo to go find the drop-off by ourselves first? If so, then I suggest that you wait here with our stuff, as well as waiting for the two girls to come back. Chances are, maybe some other people might show up since you and I have become pretty popular within the last ten minutes or so." Justin gave a small smile. "Or you can come with us. But we'll need to do something about this door." He tested the door frame with a solid fist as if trying to make a point. "Or we can just wait for them to come back, but honestly, I feel like we're wasting precious time just sitting around. We only have so much food and water, you know."

Justin looked at the other man expectantly. Though they have only been together for a short amount of time after waking up, Justin can already see that Austin was the most rational and level-headed out of the rest of them, which, in Justin's eyes, qualifies him as a potential leader to all of the difficult decision that may come. If they all wanted to get through this alive, then some sort of initiative must keep them united.


[System]
Age: 15

Gender: Male

Appearance:  except he has black hair and green eyes

Personality: Angelo is what you would call a smart ass. He always has a comeback to someone's comment and he feels the happiest when he is going past 100MPH. Angelo has always been the type of person who laughs even in the face of loosing situation, cause to him it means that its a great time. Angelo always puts forth a 110% effort on anything he does and wont quit even if things get rough for him. Like his deck Angelo believes in sticking together to make the most of anything so he will do his best to make friends.

History:
Angelo lived in the country outside of city with his family, which owned a farm, where he helped with most tasks, like feeding the chickens and milking the cows. While his parents loved him dearly, Angelo couldn't help but feel that his life was very boring, doing the same things every day, but he was too young to hope to become independent and live elsewhere
Until, one day, two duelists came to the farm to ask for help: they were Turbo Dueling, when one of them got a flat tire, so Angelo decided to invite them to stay at his place in the barn while he fixed the damaged Duel Runner. Although his parents didn't like it at first, they allowed it since they didn't want to seem like ungracious hosts who refused to help people in need. While they were at the farm, Angelo got curious and took a look at the Deck of one of them he found out instead of berating him for looking through his private deck, he was amused and offered to teach Angelo what dueling was and what it was all about. Angelo thanked him and even practiced how to play a few times before they left the next day. Now since then when he wasn't working in he felt like he wanted to do more with a deck then just putting it down and keeping track of the states to make sure who won. No, what Angelo wanted was the adrenaline rush of speed and the excitement of having to keep on his feet and think while rushing at more than 120 km/h. Something only Turbo Duels, the same kind of Duels that the men who stayed in his barn that day played. So, in hopes of joining the Turbo Duel program he went to the tower. He even learned how to build his own duel runner from scratch when went to a public library and learned all he could about making a duel runner. Angelo was born and raised to work hard so he decided to make the duel runner himself and after a few test drives and modifications when needed he made an exceptional duel runner, it may not have been the prettiest but it was able to speed just as fast as any other. Obviously, his parents weren't happy with his choice, but that's why Angelo is more determined than ever to become a champion and prove he can do it without their support. And, who knows? Someday he might even meet again that mysterious duelist and challenge him to show him how much better he's gotten...

Favorite Card/Archetype or theme: dragunity knight gae bulg

Chosen courses:
Turbo Dueling, sychnro summoning

Current Dorm:
Wind

Chosen Structure Deck: Dragunity Legion

Current deck:
*Slipstream Dragon
* dragunity knight gae bulg
•Dragunity Arma Leyvaten
•Dragunity Arma Mystletainn
•Dragunity Aklys
•Dragunity Dux
•Dragunity Legionnaire
•Dragunity Tribus
•Dragunity Darkspear
•Dragunity Militum
•Dragunity Primus Pilus
•Dragunity Brandistock
•Dragunity Javelin
•Mist Valley Falcon
•Hunter Owl
•Garuda the Wind Spirit
•Flying Kamakiri #1
•Spear Dragon
•Twin-Headed Behemoth
•Armed Dragon LV3
•Armed Dragon LV5
•Masked Dragon
*Dragunity Javelin
*Dragunity Corsesca
*Dragunity Partisan

•Dragon Ravine
•Dragon Mastery
•United We Stand
•Mage Power
•Dragon's Gunfire
•Stamping Destruction
•Creature Swap
•Monster Reincarnation
•Foolish Burial
•reload
•Windstorm of Etaqua
•Relieve Monster
•Legacy of Yata-Garasu
•Final Attack Orders
•Mirror Force
•Dragon's Rage
•Bottomless Trap Hole
•Spiritual Wind Art - Miyabi
•Icarus Attack

Fabled Urustos
Shock Troops of the Ice Barrier
Naturia Dragonfly
Jurrac Brachis
Naturia Cliff
Naturia Fruitfly
Jurrac Iguanon
Naturia Sunflower
R-Genex Oracle
Warlock of the Ice Barrier
Sacred Spirit of the Ice Barrier
Naturia Strawberry
Jurrac Meteor
The Fabled PeggulsusX2
Neo Flamvell Garuda
The Fabled Ganashia
The Fabled Nozoochee
Strategist of the Ice Barrier
Neo Flamvell Hedgehog
Naturia White Oak
Jurrac Herra
Naturia Exterio
Worm Warlord
Naturia TulipX2
Worm Tentacles
Ally of Justice Cycle Reader
Worm Victoryx 2
Samurai of the Ice Barrier
Worm Yagan
Caravan of the Ice Barrier
Naturia Horneedle
Jurrac Brachis x 2
Jurrac Guaiba
Gungnir, Dragon of the Ice Barrier
Jurrac Stauriko
Fabled Oltro
Vindikite R-Genex

*Slipstream Dragon
*dragunity knight gae bulg
•Dragunity Arma Leyvaten
•Dragunity Arma Mystletainn
•Dragunity Aklys
•Dragunity Dux
•Dragunity Legionnaire
•Dragunity Tribus
•Dragunity Darkspear
•Dragunity Militum
•Dragunity Primus Pilus
•Dragunity Brandistock
•Dragunity Javelin
•Mist Valley Falcon
•Hunter Owl
•Garuda the Wind Spirit
•Flying Kamakiri #1
•Spear Dragon
•Twin-Headed Behemoth
•Armed Dragon LV3
•Armed Dragon LV5
•Masked Dragon
*Dragunity Javelin
*Dragunity Corsesca
*Dragunity Partisan

•Dragon Ravine
•Dragon Mastery
•United We Stand
•Mage Power
•Dragon's Gunfire
•Stamping Destruction
•Creature Swap
•Monster Reincarnation
•Foolish Burial
•reload
•Windstorm of Etaqua
•Relieve Monster
•Legacy of Yata-Garasu
•Final Attack Orders
•Mirror Force
•Dragon's Rage
•Bottomless Trap Hole
•Spiritual Wind Art - Miyabi
•Icarus Attack
Speed Spell - Curse of fate
Speed Spell - Stamping Destruction
Speed Spell - Reload
Speed Spell - Monster Reincarnation
Speed Spell - Foolish Burial
Speed Spell - Silver Contrails
Speed Spell - High Speed Crash
Speed Spell - Angel Baton
Speed Spell - Final attack
Speed Spell - Creature Swap
Points: +77

[User]
Hayato had been working on his mother's gadgets, trying to tinker and improve her designs. He didn't have much success, however, he did manage to make the gadgets smaller and more compact than before. While he was at it, he used the left over materials he removed to make a makeshift sheath for his bokken. Though it only only covered the hilt it was able to attach to his belt quite easily. Where he'd grown up you always needed a weapon of some sort. "Old habits never die, you never know when you need a weapon for something. Be it for breaking an object standing in my way or self defense..." Hayato said outloud to himself. He decided to grab his new duel disk to admire it for a bit, which he slightly modified to house his mother's announcer device. Sadly the only voices he could fit in was himself, Yuya and Jack. The button was located at a location he wouldn't press by accident. Slowly, Hayato started to drift off after a long day of tinkering. He had a feeling he should have followed Haas, but he said he was going to work alone and he'd rather not associate himself with the investigation group.

Hearing some noise outside his dorm room woke him up from the slumber on his desk. He found it odd to hear people rummaging about all of the sudden and strapped his bokken to his belt, grabbed his new modified duel disk and forgot to remove his safety goggles. After getting his stuff together, he sent Haas a short message over the D-ceiver. "I'm hearing people getting out of their dorm rooms right now... I thought you'd like to know... also, just a reminder... I'm just providing you with some information. Don't forget, since..." Hayato sent the message, then gave a short pause to type another, though much shorter message. "I WORK ALONE." After confirming it had been sent, the boy got up and opened the door to his room to go out and see what was happening.

Hayate listened to Haas's explanation of what to do and took a moment to think. "Well... I think I'll stick with Haas. Someone needs to keep up with him if he ends up running after anyone suspicious... He's surprisingly fast!" Hayate said to the group, but quickly added something else. "Shouldn't we have someone stay behind in the dorms in case anything suspicious happens there? Mom told me the strangest things happen at the most unexpected places." Hayate gave her thoughts to the group before patting Haas on the shoulder. "I'll be counting on you, leader." Hayate said confidently, tapping her shoes. She's ready to go.

[Assistant]
The day's investigation had been disheartening. Not just because they had spent the entire day investigating and had little to show for it, but also because Nathaniel was hit with the revelation that he might be a possible target of attack because of his performances, and what little enthusiasm he had for the investigation just drained out of him. He cursed his luck. It was always his love of entertainment dueling that got him into trouble for some reason.

As the team met up later that night, Nathaniel thought about what he should do. His modus operandi had always been to avoid trouble whenever possible, but that seemed less likely by the day. If trouble is unavoidable, which at this point seemed likely, then Nathaniel decided that he must take initiative.

As the team began to split up, Nathaniel followed after Megan and Leander to the Ante Duel. It would be the perfectly opportunity to gather some information on this unseen enemy. Besides, someone has to be the voice of reason.

[User]
Camryn had mixed feelings about her investigation. On one hand, she had found something that might be the key to the whole thing. I mean, some random third year being allowed to use the track after hours, AND the times they do that coinciding with the attacks on students?! They've gotta be related somehow! But, on the other hand, it wasn't really much to go on, and the student could well be just some guy that the attacker was using as a cover story. Or, if that was the case, maybe the attacker actually was the mystery student, and they were using the cover story as a cover story.

Camryn shook her head. She was definitely thinking too much into it; doubtless the attacker's plan wasn't that complicated. "Alright, Angelo! Time to go investigate the turbo duel arena! Better bring your A-game for this one, in case we find the culprit while we're out." Without even waiting for Angelo's response, she took him by the hand and dragged him out to the turbo arena again, stopping briefly to shout "Good luck!!" at Megan, Nathaniel, and Leander's retreating backs before resuming her determined trek.

[Assistant]
Maisy, in the time between reporting her results and the midnight espionage tour, had decided that it was about time to tune her deck up a bit. Because, after all, you couldn't just waltz in on a bunch of burly duelinquents without a few tricks up your sleeve. And what better trick than a new deck, one that Maisy was preeeeeetty sure was her style. She'd mostly stalked or looked up a bunch of people who used Dark World cards, compiled the data, ran a few numbers, average win/loss ratios...math was easy, but man was it awkward when she had to explain why she was taking pictures of pictures on a computer...with a camera. Blurred to hell, they still proved kinda useful. That smudge looked like Sangan if you kinda...squinted and looked at it from a certain angle with the sun at high noon over the desert. Not really.

Having literally no experience with her brand new deck, she of course figured the best way to try it out, was either in case crap went out the window on this stakeout and she had to duel a dark dorm student...or wait until tomorrow to find Vincent and ask him if it was good. He gave her the idea after all, with that Goldd. Hand discarding was her thing, so maybe his deck'd work? Hopefully?

Dressed in her wind dorm uniform, albeit wearing a ridiculously sketchy combo on her face with a pair of sunglasses, and a dust mask covering her mouth. She...kinda assumed everyone else would be wearing disguises for this too, and acted completely naturally throughout the briefing, as if there wasn't a huge problem with her not being able to see in the dark. Or breath too good. Or look even remotely disguised. Regardless, Maisy kept her pride (and stupid disguise) intact and followed Megan and Leander, mostly because she recognized Nathaniel with the total blinding darkness going on, and followed along, miraculously not falling on her ass as she bumped into everything.

"Foolproof." she thought as she walked along, before having somehow gotten completely turned around, bumping right into Amelia. "OH NO, MY FOOLPROOF PLAN!" she screamed in her mind before very calmly and very blindly taking a step back. "L-Listen, this is just the uh...meeting of the Midnight Poet's Society. Yeah...we're uh...writing haikus.
Discard one hand card
Fabled Cat Sith activates
Your card is destroyed..."
All while saying this, Maisy had her hands up in the air, while she silently nods to herself. "Foolproof. Ohmigoshpleasedon'tnoticepleasepleasepleasepleaseI'mtooyoungtogetdestroyed."

[User] Angelo made sure to be a part of the meeting as he thought that he figured out a crucial piece of information with Camryn when they figured out only one duelist was operating at the hour and could use that specific speed spell. Angelo felt that he was getting closer to finding out what bastard was destroying hours upon hours of his hard work. Later on when he was alone with Camryn who seemed to be pretty high strong at the moment as she said to bring his A game and to be prepared in case they find their culprit. Angelo knew they would find someone though the issue is that the culprit isn't alone and has what is essentially a gang behind them but Angelo was tired of loosing tired of being unable to beat anyone. Angelo didn't argue as Camryn dragged him to the turbo duel arena, Angelo could only hope that when he got their he would be able to help properly and not just be in the way.


[System]
Age:
Seventeen

Gender:
Female

Race:
Human

Weapon:
Shotgun/Polearm
Sapphire is skilled in using two sawed off shotguns each about two and a half feet in length. From there the second form is as a sickle, it's like a scythe but more hand held. From the shot guns a bladed folds out on the side of the gun's muzzle. Part of the gun retracts so it can be easily wielded with one hand as melee weapon. In this form it is still capable of firing. For the third form the buts of the guns interlock and two pols extend from both of them creating a grip. The triggers from the shotguns realign themselves so both are easily accessible from the staff's grip. In this form Sapphire's weapon is about six feet long. The blades in this form have three positions, there standard position for cutting from unusual angles, straight out for stabbing and inverted so the blade is parallel to the shaft for side slashes. In all three forms the shotguns are still operable. However Sapphire prefers wielding her Anelaces, Morpheus and Phobetor.

Nightmare Blades
Sapphire's two daggers, Morpheus and Phobator, there names meaning Sleep and Nightmare respectively. Each disassembles itself into a two inch by two inch black metal boxes that clipped into leather bands that Sapphire is always wearing. The daggers are impact activated meaning they will transforming out of storage mode when any amount of serious impact force is applied to them. The assembled form will pop out with just enough force to get the handles into Sapphire's hands. Her favored method of drawing them is clapping her wrists together and having them shoot up into her hands.

Morpheus and Phobetor are specially designed. Apart from there special method of deployment both knives have a dust powered rocket mechanism in the pommel allowing Sapphire to increase the speed of her strikes or alter her momentum. There is also a dust cartridge slot right bellow the cross guard that will have a variety of effects based on the type of dust used. Fire cartridges will super heat the blades making it easier to pierce or sometime outright melt armor. Electricity rounds will electrify the blade making contact deadly. The blades on both knives retract, in this form Sapphire can clip the hilts onto her combat boots. In this manner she can use the rockets as a propulsion system.

Semblance:
Selective Sight
Sapphire has the ability to vanish into the background. It is not invisibility exactly; a better way to describe it would be that she is able to slip from the notice of others. Not invisible just unnoticed. It is most effective in darker settings and will not work if someone is expecting to see her. For instance if she is having a conversation with someone she can't simply disappear but if she is being chased and she gets out of eyesight of her pursuers she could slip from their perception leaving them rather confused. It is not always a conscious effort on her part and sometimes may simply happen when she is nervous or stressed out. The illusion only works as long as she stays inconspicuous. So if she starts to speak or does something that draws attention the illusion would be shattered. Because of this, it often gives people the impression that she appears from nowhere when she joins in a conversation. With concentration and effort Sapphire is able to use a burst of aura to apply this ability to others close by. When this ability is in use Sapphire's perception of the world becomes slightly unfocused as if she is viewing the world through a lens. It is not so bad that she can't run but important details may slip past her notice.

Personality:
Sapphire is the daughter of a famous hunter named Janus Rode who has trained her since she was very young. People often question her about her family but it is not something she likes to talk about much. She had an older brother who ran away from home some ten years previously. Her mother died in childbirth. She also has two sisters, one older, one younger but neither of them received the training necessary to enter Beacon. Sapphire is very closed off, she doesn't talk about herself and if asked will deflect the questions without giving any real answers. Sapphire often feels very isolated and alone but she is scared to relate to people, to make friends, to let someone into her heart. She is scared that if she does they may not like what they see. This fear she covers with snide remarks and sarcastic comments giving the impression that she doesn't care what people think about her. Despite her cold demeanor she does truly want to help people, she's loyal to those who are loyal to her and she is compassionate though she doesn't often let people see it.

Color:
Somber Midnight Blue

Emblem:

Appearance:
Has electric blue hair which is not quite apparent in the photo. She's average height at about 5'10". She is built light and agile and is very flexible which is a boon to her fighting style. She has a number of long white scars running over her hands which she uses white silk gloves to cover. She has similar though less noticeable scars on her back.

Theme:

[User]
Ears drooping, Shiro sighed. Smiling, he scratched the back of his head. "Ah, well I guess we went about this all wrong. I promise that after all this is done, I'll hear your story." His smile vanished as he barked a familiar phrase to Gren. "Gren! Eyes on me!" Forcibly exhaling all of his breath out to empty his lungs as much as possible, he then sharply inhaled to fill his chest to capacity with air. With a sudden thunderous roar, the air exploded with the sound of Shiro's activated Semblance, his face flushing red and veins visibly throbbing as he sustained his roar for as long and as loud as he could. [King's Voice]

Shiro felt the familiar electric tingle of his Faunus senses sharpening, as would Gren. All other living things in sight or hearing of Shiro would be slammed with the opposite effect, having their senses dulled severely. Gripping his axe, he lifted it and hefted it onto his back, flipping over the two faunus that stood in front of them. "Gren! Incapacitate and restrain them, I'm gonna pursue the runner! Inform Sapphire and Abel of the situation, we'll link up with them once we've gotten these guys to safety!" Barreling out of the same door he saw the deer faunus escape through, but before leaving the room, he stopped. Turning in the doorway to shout back at 'Mauve', he said once again. "Mauve! I'm sorry we have to do this! I can't let you do this to yourself! This isn't something you can easily come back from! We'll take care of you and I'll listen to your story! All of your stories! I promise!" Finished, he shifted his axe back to their sword & shield mode, ripping his sword from the shield. Practically tearing up the ground, he chased after 'Coral' the deer faunus and quickly gained on her. Once within range, Shiro leapt into the air and squeezed the trigger hidden in the hilt of his sword. With a loud bang! he fired off a Dust Shotshell and propelled himself through the air. Raising his shield arm, he aimed to bring the face of the shield down on her to quickly knock her out and stun her.

[Assistant]
Gren Orchid

Gren would have sighed, but he supposed intimidation wasn't really going to be something that would work. These faunas have lived most of their lives intimidated by others, so being scared by him was their only, and perhaps last, act of defiance. Looking at Shiro when he told Gren to do so, the tiger faunas roared as loudly as he could. This made Gren sigh and tried to remind Shiro of something only by mouthing the words. "Subtly?"

But what was done was done. Shiro ran off to get the fauna who ran for it, leaving Gren to handle the others. Easy. Using his Semblance he forced the friction of their feet to be immensely strong, preventing them from being able to left their legs and run. Only Shiro was spared this as Gren casually walked over to each of the Faunas, his armored helmet covering his face again. When Shiro was gone, he spoke his mind about the situation.

"I won't argue that what you want is wrong. It's a valid desire... But consider this. If you could chose to be human, what stops others from saying that all faunas should be human? They would now have the means to make it so. You think the humans are bad enough, those who can't stand to live with us. But just imagine what would happen if they suddenly had a choice to be able to change us simply by bullying and threatening. It's a shame that you're so willing to fight for this cause, here and now. We could have used someone with your passion. But you're my enemy now."

Putting the God Eater on his back, Gren went over to Mauve and Deneb. His hands shot and closed around each of their necks as he began to asphyxiate them. In his mind, he started to calculate how long he should hold each one of them to ensure that they would fall unconscious with minimal brain damage. Something he had a lot of practice doing. When those two stopped moving Gren dropped them, allowing his Semblance to keep them pinned to the ground. Than he moved onto the other faunas, who had to watch as he began to choke the consciousness out of each and every faunas. Some tried to fight, but no matter where they hit they wouldn't even cause Gren to tickle. When he came to the last faunas, Gren revealed something else about himself.

"You may think I'm a monster. That is true. I chose to give up being a faunas too. I made the decision to try to change myself because I felt it was what I wanted... And I regret what I've lost. I'm not going to let you all make the same mistake."

And like all the others, Gren choked out the last faunas, letting his body fall to the floor once he was properly unconscious. With a sad sigh, Gren than went about binding their limbs with whatever sort of cloth he could use as rope. It was a good thing his team members weren't here. He didn't want to show them this side of him. He liked to think he was still a nice guy who just sort of does bad things.

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Sapphire Rode - The Shelter
Several more doctors entered the room and Sapphire maneuvered around them easily not wanting to draw any attention just yet. Sapphire wanted to see how this would play out. She'd been hoping that they doctors might talk about the procedure or go over it with the patient and assure them the risk was slight. Unfortunately they merely applied a sedative gas. The red haired doctor opened a case full of operating tools. Sapphire's heart froze at the sight of them. Small sterile knives, there blades honed for the purpose of cutting flesh. Other instruments that looked more designed for torture than treatment.

Sapphire took in two breaths and breathed out letting the air calm her beating heart. If everything she saw upset her she would never make it as a hunter. She had to learn to shove those feelings aside.

At the sight of the needle however Sapphire lost it. Blood, gore, explosions, destruction and even death she could handle with a calm face as long as the situation demanded it but surgical equipment and needles pushed Sapphire's buttons in a very specific fearful area of her brain. Sapphire took two steps forward and grabbed the sides of two of the doctors head who were standing side by side. With all of her might Sapphire slammed there skulls together with a crash. They were unconscious instantly.

"Take these two and get out now." Sapphire said and though she spoke in more of a whisper the doctors heard every word. The physicians dropped there equipment and dragged there colleagues from the room. Clearly they were far more used to science, biology and study than they were practical combat for they left without a struggle. Though it was more than likely there were going to get security.

After they left Sapphire closed the doors and cracked open one of her shot gun shells that contained fire dust. She poured it over the opening in the door before slamming the two together. Immediately there was a massive blast of light as the fire dust fused the doors together ensure that they would not be interrupted.

Sapphire was fairly knowledgeable when it came to medical remedies and chemicals. She wouldn't be performing open heart surgery anytime soon but she knew how to get someone on there feet. After searching the shelves of the room for a bit she found a vial that was the counter agent to the standard sedatives usually used on faunus.

Very gently Sapphire injected the coyote girl's arm with the drug and waited for her to wake. When the girl opened her eyes Sapphire was visibly relieved. "Good you woke up. Can you tell me who you are and why you're here?"


[System]
(Picture coming soon)
Age: 35
Species: Human
Appearance: Mocha-colored skin, long dark hair down to mid-back, dark brown eyes, slender frame. She holds a modest but classy sense of style.
Occupation: Traveling merchant.

[User]
The white-washed adobe home was warm, cozy, fueled by a cheery fire. Low, cushioned lounge chairs surrounded the space, the floors adorned with rugs of warm reds, browns, and golds. The scent of incense filled the air. A middle-aged man with a round face and a kind smile coaxed his violin to sing with the bow, a light, cheery melody. The sweet notes pulled a smile to his lips as he eyed his family -- his wife swaying in place on her seat opposite him while threading a new tapestry as his daughter sang along, her voice low from being out of practice but still melodious.

This was a childhood memory of Miria's manifest into a dream, though she wasn't a child here. Though her parents looked and acted the age she remembered them as a girl, she was a woman, her current self, her dark hair now glinting in the warm firelight, swept back into a loose bun that rested at the nape of her neck. Her russet skin was smooth, unscathed by the unforgiving years of travel in the desert, her brown eyes bright with a light unfazed by sorrow and struggle. She wore a beautiful yellow sari draped over her shoulder with a matching top and petticoats, her sandaled feet smooth and uncalloused, her demeanor cheery and carefree. She could carry on like this forever, spending the night away with her family.

Tamal was with her, sitting behind her, his strong arms wrapped around her waist. She could feel his body against her back, lean and firm, and his chin resting on her shoulder. Such an embraced stirred within her memories of his touch, her body warming in anticipation for later. His breath tickled the nape of her neck, his snow-white hair caressing her cheek, and she could occasionally hear the flicker of one of his long jackal ears. Tamal was the household servant, the jinni slave, not much older than her; he was a boy when he first began to serve. In Miria's real past, she and Tamal hadn't become lovers or even friends until after her family's death. In this dream, however, not only were they lovers, but it was a union accepted by the family without the slightest concern. Tamal kept Miria, this dream version of her with her head in the clouds, grounded and focused, while she hoped to show him how bright life could be beyond the daily toils of jinni life. They were perfect for each other, or so Miria believed at that moment, reliving the blissful, ignorant perspective of a young woman. Oh, if the real world was so accepting, so carefree....

"I'm going to get some water," Miria whispered, reluctantly sliding from Tamal's embrace as she rose to her feet. She glanced behind her, enraptured by his gentle smile and those bright amber eyes gazing up at her with such tenderness.

She disappeared into the kitchen, inwardly giddy of Tamal's smile, eager to return to his arms, the sounds of her father's playing and her mother's laughter soothing to the soul. When she did return, however, her world changed in a blink of an eye.

Suddenly, she was normal, gritty Miria, older Miria, body cloaked for travel, the light in her eyes gone, her hair brittle from the dry air and heat. She stared into her family's main room, her mother and father replaced by two bodies, blood splattered on the walls, along the floor, everywhere. Dread and despair washed over her, for this scene was all too familiar, all too wanted. She did not want to relive the sight of her dead family all over again, a high, long wail escaping her as though seeing it for the very first time. She dropped to her knees, her gaze resting on what she knew she would find -- Tamal hovering over her father's body, blood on his hands, his shirt, his face....

Unlike the first time and unlike the subsequent dreams, Tamal did not raise a mask of sorrow to her with a carefully rehearsed explanation of what happened. No... this time, the truth was written all over his face, a much starker contrast than the fresh blood against his pale features. His eyes were filled with hate, his mouth curved in a sneer of pure malice, and he slowly rose to his feet, a predatory demeanor to his every movement.

Miria caught herself through her renewed despair, remembering that she had been through this already. She knew what Tamal had done, knew that he was dangerous, and knew that her family's ashes had been scattered to the four winds long ago. The dagger she always kept concealed near her body was gone; she glanced around the room for any sort of weapon to use, trying hard not to look at the motionless bodies on the floor.

"He had it coming," Tamal growled, his voice low, throaty, heady with madness. "The things you never knew about... the things he did to me... and the way she just turned the other cheek... your precious father, your loving mother... they had it coming."

As Tamal spat out the words, Miria rose to her feet, willing her body not to tremble, commanding herself to be strong. How could she be strong in the face of such an atrocity, in the wake of such a malicious gaze?

"And you, living your perfect life, ignorant to the darkness, will know what suffering is. You will join them!" With a roar, Tamal rushed forward.

Miria's resolve shattered; where was the strong woman she thought she had become? She screamed in alarm, turned to run away, and bumped into Curdle. The impact sent her stumbling back directly against the charging Tamal...

...who dissipated around her like a broken cloud of smoke, disappearing into thin air like mist chased away by the morning sun. Miria fell back, her gaze widening in surprise when she took on the familiar form. It was the old jinni from Renna, though he wasn't old at all now. She shouldn't be able to recognize him, so altered his visage was by youth, but somehow she knew and remembered.

"Y-you!" She glanced around warily, her heart thudding against her chest as she looked for Tamal. He was nowhere in sight. The bodies, too, had disappeared, along with the blood, but Miria's fear lingered like smoke trapped in a room, slow to fade. "W-what... why....?" Try as she might, Miria could not find the words, fragmented questions tumbling in her mind, lost in the fog of her fear. What did he want? Why was he here? How was he here? Did he have anything to do with Tamal?

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When Curdle stumbled into opening his eyes, he was not confused to find that he had become she, or that there were warm arms wrapped around her waist and music in the background. A tangle of bright life and loving memories. A skein of story wrapped the wrong way 'round. Dreams never cared to concern themselves with what should be, and these were not his besides, but still, he immersed himself in this moment of family and felt love and was loved in turn and that part of him that was trapped enjoyed it, and that part of him that was still beyond her reach yearned for the same.

S/he wanted this life, grasping at the edges to fold up the image as though it was a quilt they could cover themselves with every evening. Her and Tamal, Mother and Father, music, weaving, laughter, love. Even had he remembered that, awake, he knew none of these people, Curdle would have wished it real. Maybe it was, it felt so sure, for all that same distant part of himself marveled at the heady notion of jinni and human together, in love. In the kitchen, he rejoiced in the familial wealth that abounded here, and did not notice the moment when she turned back and he remained, rooted in the gift she had accidentally given him.

He didn't notice when the laughter stopped or when the violin fell silent. He didn't see the atmosphere's shift from open and inviting to cold and angry, frightening. But he did hear her wail, the distress sending him staggering as the kitchen walls fell away and the floor gave out beneath him, forcing him back to a scene charged with hate. Oh… how the walls wept red. He forgot his fear of the unknown mind beyond this room and watched as the woman who sold tapestries in the market faced her fear and her love and her hate and could not defeat it. The revelation was too much.

But layered now over the whole of it was a level of resignation and regret that delved deep in sad recognition of the strange jinni's broken justification. The moment was lost. He stepped forward, a body materialising of its own volition, wanting to reach past the woman's frozen form to pull Tamal out of reach of the blood and whatever hurts he had been given to lead him to this madness. But also, out of reach of the woman whose innocence, ignorance if you will, had been sorely abused. Neither should have had to suffer this story, and true or not, he couldn't have said, but it felt real and that was all that mattered.

He was too late though, of course he was, years too late in all likelihood, he had no place in the timeline of these dreams. Still, as the jinni charged, a sword leapt to his hand from a scabbard that had not existed before the sword was unsheathed. He would protect the woman, drive her demon away. All he managed, however, was to impede her escape, and he blinked through tears as she fell and Tamal vanished. Everything vanished but the white-washed walls and the lasting effects of traumatic emotions.

Slowly sheathing the sword, Curdle wiped at his wet cheeks, and struggled to recover from what he had witnessed. With a prouder stance, his chin shaved close and his skin less worn by wind and sun, it might well have been only his light eyes and grey horns(still working on their curl now) that gave him away. Gradually, however, as she stumbled over her recognition and he grew into himself here, where he did not belong, the jinni's beard and horns grew out and the lines deepened around his eyes until he stood with the slight hunch of a man worn down by time. "I, messi." His voice cracked in the quiet of her suspicions and he didn't know how to answer her ragged questions. She'd dreamed him, was dreaming? He'd fallen in. And how did one fall into a dream? Especially when it was not their own.

"I made a mistake, I think." In many things, he had been mistaken. In giving up. In leaving behind the urn. In involving her. In being caught in her dreams. In witnessing secrets… "I am sorry."

He wiped at his eyes, fingers trembling as the dream gave them a weight that didn't belong, regret clear in his voice and expression, but there was nothing else he could do. Nothing more that he could say, or ask. Nothing, except what he perhaps should have done in the first place. "Very sorry, messi. Please, I am needing your help."

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The jinni's voice was like an anchor in the fog of fragmented emotions and half-formed visions, giving Miria a sense of focus. Memories of Tamal murmuring "Messi" with a hasty bow, downcast eyes, and lips drawn tight into a thin line rippled and faded behind Curdle. Miria hardly noticed. All she could feel was the grit and sand on her skin, the toil of a long day's travel in aching feet, and remnants of the hot sun lingering in brittle hair. She was no longer the pampered girl adored by her family but the nomadic merchant, aimless, loveless, shattered. All because of the jinni.

At once, perhaps unbeknownst to Curdle, he became the image of Tamal, sneering down at Miria, his eyes cold and empty. So many years she had mistook that gaze for sadness, for the lost hope of a broken slave. The memory of such foolishness angered her, pulled her to her feet, and she seethed. "No, it was my mistake for knowing you, loving you, trusting you! You are supposed to be dead! You're..."

She paused, took a wavering step back, shook her head. Up until that moment, she wanted nothing more than to lash at him, to throw words at him in shrill screams and hope those words held enough weight to actually hurt him. But there was a strange sense of realism in talking to Tamal that she couldn't place, like reliving an actual memory instead of a dream. It altered Miria's perception of her visitor, his image flickering between that of the spiteful Tamal and the humble jinni she had met so recently at the market. The jinni with the urn...

Miria gasped, blinked, and Curdle's image held, remained whole. She was suddenly aware, as though she had woken up. Somehow, she knew she was still dreaming, and somehow she knew this jinni was in her dreams, her thoughts. She didn't know how or why, but it sent chills down her spine, followed by the mortifying realization that he had witnessed very intimate moments of her subconscious.

"Y-you didn't..." A shaking hand flew to Miria's mouth. Unable to look him in the eye, she sank back down to sit, struggling not to think too much about what he had seen and what he had interpreted from the scene. His words, which felt like they were spoken so long ago, now tumbled in her thoughts; it was a wonder she could make sense of them at all. He was sorry, this was a mistake, he needed help....

"I still have your urn," she murmured, assuming that this was what the jinni needed help with. "I plan to rid myself of it."

Her gaze flickered up to him as a new question pressed against her tongue. "Are you dead?" How else would he be here in her dreams like this? Why else would he never come to claim his urn? She knew very little about the spiritual customs of the jinn; Tamal had always been so tight-lipped about such things. Now she had the sneaking suspicion that this jinni was a ghost haunting her dreams.


[System]
Stella Herbalem

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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History

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

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

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

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

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Additional Information

Theme Song: Strawberry Fields Forever

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

[User]
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Demetri Rowan Howell

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Location: Dining Pavillion
Skills: Deception

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Demi rolled his eyes at Zeke, placing his hands crossed against his chest as he did so before turning his attention back towards Lauran from Hephaestus table. "Sorry about that babboon of a man. Just about makes me mad. Anyways, I don't mind helping you guys out on the Argo III. Hopefully I can be of some use, though I'm not sure with what yet." He considered what he could possibly do, and settled that at best he would make a good forklift by shifting into a large beast and handing over heavy supplies. That is unless someone taught him how to fix something. He shook the thought of of his head and came back to the present. "Right, so the thing I need help with. I'd like to learn, well it's not even me actually I'm just pulling a favor for another camper that wishes to remain anonymous. Honestly it's a chore but hey I've got time for chores, anyways I was hoping you could teach me to build something but I can't say in front of everyone. Figured in the mean time I can pick up how to make myself an eye so I don't have to keep covering it up with bandages, or at the very least maybe make an eyepatch while I'm at it."

Demetri gave Lauran an awkward chuckle, seeing that this was going about as smoothly as crunchy peanut butter. He tried his best to give her a big cheeky smile, dimples as all before finally his shoulders dropped and he gave her a leveled look. "Look I can't say much about it cuz it's supposed to be all hush hush and I don't want to break my word ok? So can you help me? Please? I'll even throw in the added use of me cleaning up around the shop." Demi tried to give Lauran his best puppy dog eyes, but it'd been a while since he attempted them and boy was he rusty. Lauran matched his leveled look from before before speaking. "You know the whole puppy dog eyes crap won't really work on me, i'll help you but just be straight up next time. Just give me like ten minutes to finish eating." Demetri lit up with excitement, wanting to hug her but thinking better of it. "Oh thank you thank you thank you. You got it, I'll go finish up too just let me know when you're ready."

Demetri made his way back towards his table, seeing Andy and Arthur sitting together. "Mind if I join in? Or is this cool kids only?" He ruffled Arthur's hair before sitting back down and grabbing his drink. "Mornin' Arthur, how's the day treating you so far?" He didn't know why but he felt as if he was interrupting something, but honestly that seemed to be his specialty and so he just went with it hoping Andy wouldn't mind. He wanted to give her room to grow and find herself, but not so much room that he was absent.

[Assistant]
Arthur Stanford

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Location:Dining Pavilion
Skills: N/A

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Arthur stuck his tongue out at Andy when she said she couldn't control the weather. Of course, given the choice of shooting lightning from his fingertips and being able to make the weather more pleasant, he'd probably select the former, especially given that they had to fight to survive. Arthur, as established, wasn't in love with the snow, but he was always down to hang out with Andy, and if she wanted to make a snowman, a snowman would be made. "Yeah, for sure, let's do it!" He said with a smile.

As Demi returned, Arthur smiled as his hair was ruffled. Demi was, in a lot of ways, like an older brother he never had. He liked his friendliness in a way he might not have with a lot of other people; it was comforting and refreshing. In the times since his first mission, he really felt like he had carved out a found family for himself here. Arthur tacked on, "Demi, do you wanna make snowmen with us?" Looking up at him, not wanting to leave him out.

[User]
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Location: Camp Half-Blood Barrier -> Apollo Cabin
Skills:

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 Leandra could feel her legs tremble underneath her weight. She knew what it felt like having something plunged deep into her shoulder, and this was so much worse. Poison, she figured. It wasn't exactly difficult to guess; the creature against which they fought was equipped with a scorpion's stinger. As she held the bow, her vision began to go a spotty, her body swaying to one side. Still, she had to stay up, to stay fighting. She raised up her weapon, fingers at the string and arrow between her fingers, taking aim, when...something green sprung up from the snow, grabbing hold of the monster and tugging it down to the ground. Vines. Leandra blinked, glancing back behind her to see if reinforcements arrived. What she saw surprised to see the young ginger with her hands on the ground, eyes alight with determination. Leandra let out a quiet, pleased huff as her eyes flitted back to see Marygold pounce on the newly bound monster. With that done, Leandra stepped back across the barrier, using her bow to aid in her walking, holding her bleeding wound with her other hand.

 "So you already know of your abilities. Very good," Leandra praised the young girl, her body teetering forward a bit. Her voice was low, her normal elegance dampened by the pain of the wound, but the approval was clear in her words. Her eyes flashed back to Marygold crossing the barrier, one of her fellow campers holding the manticore tail out to her. "You did well out there. Were it up to me, you'd be newly equipped with a manticore tail right about now," her voice was quiet and jokingly conspiratorial, a smirk playing at her lips. As Marygold joined them, Leandra straightened up, allowing her fellow Roman to take her by the arm, taking some of the weight off her trembling legs. "Lovely work, mon chat de neiges! And welcome to Camp Half-Blood, young one. I do believe you arrived just in time for breakfast. Now if you lovely ladies will excuse me, I best get to the Apollo cabin before I have to be carried there. It might not be an awful idea for you to accompany me, Isley. We don't want to leave those wounds of yours to fester," Leandra suggested, before beginning to tread carefully in the direction of the Apollo tent, leaning on the Legionnaire for support.

[Assistant]
Location: Camp Half-Blood
Skills: N/A

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Stella looked at the half-man, half-horse for a moment before grinning widely. "Woah... that's cool! I've never met a horse person before! As for being safe... Thanks, I guess. I mean it's mostly due to Marygold and a bit of the other person that I'm okay." She turned to looked at Marygold and smiled brightly at her. "I'm Stella, pleasure to meet you!" She grinned at that as she had decided that she really liked Marygold. The jury was out on the other girl, Leandra, but the jury came back as Leandra praised her and then said that she should have the tail.

"I didn't kill the monster, so I shouldn't get it. Marygold killed it, so I think she earned it. Duh." Stella was indeed still a blunt twelve year old. She didn't believe she deserved that tail, as all she had done was what she had been doing for a long time. Asking the plants for help, and they helped her. She wasn't sure what the other girl meant about abilities, but she turned back to the man that had introduced himself as Chiron and nodded.

"Alright, lead the way then... but um, can you tell me more about where I am other than just the name? All I know was that I was told I have to come here by the satyr... and that it has something to do with my mom." She sighed a bit as she looked up at Chiron. "I'll see you later!" She waved to Marygold and the other girl, and then turned to follow Chiron.