[System]
Age: 19
Class: In between
Race: Human

Appearance:

Personality: Easy going, lazy and spaced out most of the time, most would describe her as an airy girl, nice but a bit empty in the attic. Those are the people that have not seen her during the admittedly rare times she actually have to work as an exterminator/exorcist, where her ruthlessness can only be matched by the god her family enshrined and worshiped.

Biography: She lived, in an old seemingly destitute shrine, one that seemed to have stood there since time immemorial. It stood out against the drab cityscape, hemmed in by tall building. Oddly, it seemed to give out the air of standing defiantly against all change, instead of being dwarfed and overshadowed by the large buildings surrounding it.

Gretchen lived there for as long as she knew, where her mother worked odd jobs to keep them afloat, as the shrine's location sequestered in the backalleys of the city did not really attract much worshippers, or donations. Not to mention those who thought of them as hacks, liars, and swindlers.

Regardless, she learned of all her family's secrets, their legends and their techniques, of which she put to use in the very rare times someone needed a ghost exorcised, or a demon exterminated. Most of the time however, she was working part time jobs to make ends meet. Until all hell broke loose that was.

Notable Skills: Talisman making, consecrating items, constructions of barriers, Ie. basically everything a shrine maiden/ommyouji should know.

Equipment: Japanese sword, in lacquered wood mountings, that denies the unnatural and accepts the natural, a shitton of paper talismans, a shitton of paper to make paper talismans, consecrated extermination throwing needles, an old 9mm pistol for self defense against mundane things like thugs.

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Downtown, Capitol City

Balthazar stood upon the broken statue of Capitol City's founding mayor. Around him, minor demons listened and cheered as he shouted on and on about destroying the heavens and punishing those that interfere. His voice was deep, booming and above all, menacing. It was obviously being helped along by some dark, magical means.

[Assistant]
Capital City

 Gerard strolled down an empty street. He ran over to a car and hopped on the hood and then jumped up to the roof of the car and stared down the street. Anywhere his eyes looked there were signs for murder, arson, vandalism, and of course supernatural battles. Gerard was trying to take note of anything that would tell him if this place was still dangerous, but sadly his sense were as sharp as warriors and scouts were. He sighed at his lack of personal survival skills, but it wasn't like he had no way of searching areas.
 Even as his own sense failed him there were mental whispers from reliable sources that would let him no if some place was safe or dangerous.
 "Hey kiddo," came a voice so rough it almost felt like his ears were being rubbed by sandpaper. Doors began to open from what appeared to be run down and abandoned buildings. "Why don't you get out of these dangerous streets before the monsters come back?" Soft laughter filled the air, but there was still caution with the volume due to the fact that everyone knew there could actually be monsters around.
 "Thanks, mister," responded Gerard. Though Gerard was over 120 years old due to the magic bond with his companions and their vitality seeping into his body through the link of the contract he ended up aging very slowly and so he only appeared to be at most 17 years old. As the people were getting slowly closer and surrounding him Gerard heard some more whispers and it took a some effort to hold back a smile. "But are you guys afraid of the monsters?"
 That was when some people started taking out enchanted weapons trying to show off, while the stronger individuals displayed a small fraction of their powers they had. The powers weren't particularly impressive due to the low level of cultivating them. They didn't strive to improve themselves, in fact they probably had no idea how to improve their skills or even use them in innovating ways
 "No worries, kiddo," the sandpaper voice said again as electricity crackled between his hands. "We can take on any monster that a comes around these parts. Why don't come inside with us so we can talk a little more in private." The others snickered and it was then that Gerard looked around and only noticed one female out of the group of about 20 men. And she looked horrible and her eyes seemed empty. As if on cue the young woman's eyes met Gerard's and she felt tears building up as she turned away in shame and wiped them away.
 "That's great to hear, I feel safer already, because there is a monster in this area and i think it's already here." The face of most of these gang members turned extremely serious as cold sweat broke out and most of their bodies. Gerard watched as bodies tensed up and grips were tightened on their weapons. Even the facade of the talkative broke down slightly.
 "What do you mean it is already here, brat?"though the word was spoken without thought he caught his tone and made it sound lighter and friendlier. It was then that Music filled the air. It was an enchanting melody created by a string instrument but what followed was a captivating female voice. Not even 5 words had been sung when everyone's eyes turned blank as their bodies seemed to have not control. Yet the voice continue for another minute.
 "My my my, such weak minded and willed humans," a beautiful pale skinned woman with dark green dress that seemed to shimmer with unnatural light stepped out from around the building at the corner of the block. Raven black hair covered her face and as well as her fangs. "I didn't think I would have been noticed by this shrimp but it seems it must have been some fluke seeing as how he is just as weak as these others. Oh well. It is time for a small snack before I report my findings. She approached the guy with electricity still crackly over his skin from time to time and with a quick motion she sunk her teeth into his neck. It was then that a shadow appeared and covered a the area where the gang and the demon was. He reflexes saved her as she jumped back towards the middle of the street as a Large body came crashing down with huge axe in it's hand. As it stood back up the demon woman saw the figure was standing 18 feet tall. It's hooves dug into the ground as it's muscles continue to reflexively flex.
 Most of the gang members were crushed into pulp from the size and the sheer impact of the beast in front of her. The horns on it's head had to be at least 7 feet long as it they curved slightly hear and there. It was a demon, no, the woman realized that the horns didn't give off demonic energy. 'Minatour' the recognition filled her eyes as she stepped back. The woman was not a close combat type. She used her music to enthrall weak minded and weak willed people to offer as food and sacrifices. And the size of the horns proved that this was no ordinary Minatour. It was a Lord class beast at least. Which means it had experience, intelligence and wisdom. The trick now was how to get out of here with her life. Minotaurs were extremely territorial. It is why demons, angels, and the humans of the shadow world were glad that they stayed in underground Labyrinths.
 "That's no good," a voice came from behind the woman and she was startled she turned quickly to find the young man on top of the car looking at her, no not at her through her, looking at the minotaur. " You missed the target," he looked quite down.
 "Sorry, Gerard" the thundering voice of the Minotaur said. The beast's intelligence was higher than she thought. The minatour showed slight remorse which was unheard of for such magical beasts that were known for killing and slaughtering without a second thought.
 "No worries," the young boy spoke so casually to this beast Lord, "Go ahead and try again" and with a sudden chill down her spine she turned as the minotaur's gaze fell on her as he approached with quake-like steps.

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Downtown, Capitol City

Nearing the end of his speech, Balthazar's voice had changed from menacing to maniacal, from disturbing to out right terrifying. The crowd of demons roared with deafening conviction, howling up at the dark sky. "And now! Go forth and feast! Swarm the city! Rip apart anyone that stands in your path!"

With those final words, thousands of demons, large and small, spread out in all directions. They marched in large groups. In their path, only destruction remained, abandoned cars sent flying across the streets, buildings demolished partially or entirely. The screams of innocent humans played like the darkest of orchestras. Explosions going off in such a way, they almost served to keep time, as a metronome would.

As the last of his army had left the square where he delivered his speech, Balthazar calmed down and made his assent into the sky. His dark laughter could be heard echoing across all of downtown and even faintly throughout the city. No longer in a physical form, Balthazar watched his army from above, spreading out as an unnatural cloud of darkness.

[Assistant]
Back alley slums, Capitol City

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A relatively nice day, even for a place like the slums.

Gretchen swept the paved stone path to the shrine, humming cheerfully. There wasn't much she could do to reduce the squalor of the backalleys, but at least her shrine and home looked presentable and clean. It still looked rundown however, and there was nothing she could do about that until she raised enough money to renovate the whole place.

She was vaguely aware of screamings in the distance, but being where she was, she paid it no mind — it was that sort of place after all — until a few people scrabbled frantically up the path to her, chased by what seemed to be a large four legged demon.

"A SHRINE? HERE?" A deep voice boomed from the demon as it moved forwards, liking its chops. "NO MATTER, I WI-"

"Tch.."

Almost immediately, the demon burst into flames, disintegrating into dust as it did so. Seemed like one of those unintelligent lower demons, to step into hallowed ground without expecting some sort of defenses. More dust for her to sweep away, on top of those people trailing blood all over her path and garden. Who did they think would have to clean up all of this? Certainly not that dumb pile of ash.

Sighing, she went inside to change into her ceremonial outfit, as well as to get everything she needed for a mass extermination. The shrine itself would be fine, as it was protected by layers upon layers of charms and spells, as well as the divine wrath of the god enshrined within, but these people might trample all over her garden if more came to seek shelter. Honestly, they could have flocked to her more often, and not just during times when they needed her.

Now in the traditional white and red ceremonial clothing, she prayed at the shrine once, before going out, assuring the people there that they would be protected as long as they were in shrine grounds, and not so subtly hinting that praying and donating at the shrine might help.

Her pristine white and red outfit standing in stark contrast to the filth and squalor around her, she made her way towards the downtown areas, following her instincts, and the howlings.


[System]
Runan Isles Savior Corps

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Established in the wake of Westwel's destruction, the Runan Isles Savior Corps is by no means the most impressive program on Illun, but it's well-funded and well-run by a few survivors of Westwel's own Corps.

Character Info

Name – Besca Darroh
Age – 35
Affiliation – R.I.S.C.

Originally from Westwel, Besca Darroh has been around Saviors her entire life. Her grandfather had helped fell the Modir who would become "Dragon," and her father had headed Westwel's burgeoning Savior program. She met dozens of pilots, watched as their connection to the Modir ate away at their minds and bodies. Other nations treated their pilots like a resource to be burned through, kept at arm's length in all but public affairs. Besca, however, went out of her way to engage with Westwel's pilots and even piloting candidates, caring after them with a degree of humanity which was, frankly, missing in the programs of other nations. Her methods were derided as frivolous and naïve by her peers, but the pilots appreciated it, which, to her, was all that mattered.

She lost many things in Westwel's fall; her home, her father, her friends, and no small piece of her faith in humanity, but ironically enough she didn't lose her job. When Runa took in her country's refugees, and subsequently acquired their first Savior, they came to the last living member of Westwel's program for help in founding their own.

Nowadays, Besca doesn't often involve herself in the politics of the program. Technically speaking she isn't even chief of operations—a position occupied by the Runan government—but rather, her duties revolve around "pilot maintenance." While she hasn't lost her desire to make life easier for the pilots, she isn't nearly as incorrigibly optimistic or sunny as she once was.

Character Info

Name – Dahlia St. Senn
Age – 18
Affiliation – R.I.S.C.

Dahlia was a toddler when her home was destroyed by the Modir, spirited away from Westwel in the arms of a family friend. She spent the first fourteen years of her life in the quiet, lakeside town of Hovvi. She was, like many children, absolutely enthralled by the Saviors, so when she tested positive and was whisked away into orbit, Dahlia thought her dream had come true. She missed her friends, and her adoptive father, but this was her opportunity to do something important. This was her chance to help.

She had no idea.

Runa's Savior, Dragon, had not been phased by a single pilot until Dahlia entered the cockpit. With its potential finally unleashed, she was able to end invasions within minutes—which was crucial, because she couldn't remain connected for much longer than that before the giant's neural regeneration reached critical levels.

Dahlia has become Runa's WMD, and as such, she actually doesn't pilot as much as she did before R.I.S.C. acquired its two other Saviors. Besca has become rather protective of her, not wanting to risk putting her in situations where she may be forced to over-exert herself, or risk being overtaken.

Character Info

Name – Hadrian Ghaust
Age – 38
Affiliation – R.I.S.C.

Hadrian Ghaust is Helburke personified. He is strong, unrelenting, stoic to a chilling degree, and utterly devastating in the cockpit. Ghaust is also a veteran pilot, having commanded the Savior Marrowman in service of the Helburken crown for 20 years, and despite a phasing speed so slow that he rarely deigns to use his magic at all, he was well on his way to becoming one of his country's most accomplished pilots.

However, Ghaust's priority has always been the fight against the Modir, and Helburke's clamor for political power is something he viewed with silent disdain. To him, using Saviors to settle diplomatic disputes isn't just wasteful, it's shameful. So, when Helburke ordered him to bring Marrowman to bear against the newly-risen Runa's Dragon, he refused. When, then, he was given the ultimatum of going through with the duel or forfeiting his rank and position, he looked his general in the eye, ripped the pilot's medal from his collar, and left his home behind.

Overnight Ghaust was made a Pariah in Helburke, and his home turned against him. He was forced to leave, and though several foreign programs sought him out, Ghaust denied them all, even passing up a pilot's seat in Eusero. Instead, he went straight to the burgeoning program in Runa, who was more than happy to take him.

Character Info

Name – Safie Calhan
Age – 22
Affiliation – R.I.S.C.

R.I.S.C.'s newest pilot, Safie has spent the past year earning her place at Dahlia and Ghaust's sides. Born and raised in Runa's largest city, Queenshand, Safie was one of countless starry-eyed youths who dreamed of the day she'd get to step inside the cockpit of a Savior. A positive connection-test put her on the path, but it was the months upon months of personal training, rigorous study, and nights spent running sims until dawn that pulled her ahead of the other aspirants. With a phase potential speed just above average, she was a perfect fit between Runa's other two pilots.

While Dahlia has accrued something of a heroic mythos about her, she's often reclusive and hesitant to make many public appearances. Safie on the other hand loves to meet the people she's helping, be that with personal visits, answering fan-mail, or simply getting her hands dirty cleaning up after the messier invasions. Some see her approach as distinctly Euseran, but Safie didn't become a pilot for the attention, she became a pilot because it was the right thing to do.

Character Info

Name – Lucis Abroix
Age – 25
Affiliation – Casoban, on loan to the R.I.S.C.

Casoban's sole effort to save Westwel, while ultimately futile, planted the seeds of goodwill between it and Runa. Casoban has always lived in the influential shadows of Helburke and Eusero, but allied with Runa, the two manage a strong presence on the world stage.

As a show of solidarity, Casoban has even begun sending a Savior of its own as backup to Runa's invasions. Enter: Lucis Abroix.

Lucis is perhaps one of Casoban's most beloved pilots, despite having only a handful of deployments to his name. Handsome, personable, with a poetic flare and the voice of an angel, many people back home already consider him the face of Casoban's Savior program—a role he is more than happy to play. Lucis makes regular public appearances, seemingly never missing an opportunity to espouse his love for the beauty of the world, and his burning desire to protect it from the Modir.

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There were few words more terrifying to hear from a pilot than: "Trust me", but Besca didn't object, because there also few words that could make her feel as helpless. Trust her, she thought. Well I don't have much of a choice.

She watched as Blotklau took a few starting steps forward, only to stop as Quinn…taunted her? Besca balked, she wouldn't have thought Quinn capable of insult. Then again, up until last week, she wouldn't have thought her capable of swearing, either. It was a crass jab, and, frankly, about as blatant a play as she'd ever seen anyone make.

And it seemed to work like a charm.

"Oh, I get it," Roaki growled in her head. "You think making me mad'll get me to kill you quick?"

Blotklau hunched, her hands flew out wide and her claws tore unreal holes into the air. Swiping her arms across her chest, the axes flew into being, blades bursting to life with white fire.

"Tough fucking luck! I'm gonna pull you apart slow and careful! You're not gonna die 'til I say you can die!"

The girl screamed fury, but even with her voice in the comms, Blotklau's roar was louder. The Savior broke into a mad sprint, low and nimble, closing the distance with frightening speed. With only a hill between them, she reeled back one of her axes and threw it in a whirling arc for Ablaze's leg, poising to lash out with the other.

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Quinn's right arm flew back to the cannon. She didn't want Blotklau—good GOD that thing was terrifying—to get caught in the crossfire. She hoped she had the trajectory right. Aimed at the ground. Aimed at the axe. And then, as it was nearly upon her, she pulled the trigger. There was a loud crack as a bloom of white light rent the soil, sending the axe screaming into the air. Clods of earth sprayed out, pinging uselessly against the advancing horror of Blotklau.

But that wasn't the point.

It all worked according to plan. The kick of the cannon—the sheer force of the shockwave—exploded so close to her that she was sent rocketing into the air. She spared just a moment to check behind herself and adjust for landing before looking forward again. Good, she'd only cleared a valley between two hills. Hoppping out of the crater she'd left, she huffed out a shaky breath and swore quietly off of comms. "I can't believe that worked."

She'd taken some breathing room. But she knew from the footage she'd seen that Blotklau could cover that space in the blink of an eye. And the way it had run at her had only reinforced that. She clenched her jaw tight, jagged teeth scraping against each other with a sound like falling stones. She couldn't get too far away. Not until she phased. She'd even gone too far just then. The less she did that, the better.

She tensed her muscles to dodge. Blinked. Recalled.

Remember, don't watch my hands, watch me. Watch my body, watch my eyes. Don't try to figure out what I'm going to do, I'll tell you. You just have to listen.

"You won't be killing anybody like that, kiddo. Who taught you to throw?" Keep her talking, keep her mad, keep her predictable. She hated this, and she hated herself for doing it. But it was better than the alternative. Anything was better than the alternative. She counted the seconds as they ticked down. Phase. Phase already.

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There was a tense moment in the pavilion, a sharp sound as everyone watching collectively sucked in a gasp as Quinn launched herself into the air, then a wave of almost deafening hollers when she landed again in one piece. Beneath the surface of her mind, she might even have caught the ripple of panic from the depths.

Besca was not immune, having stood up so abruptly her chair toppled behind her. She was might have nearly broken her silent pact not to curse in front of her, had she not been paying close attention.

"Quinn!"

The word hardly reached Quinn faster than the axe did. A low, horizontal whirl came to an abrupt and violent stop in Ablaze's thigh. Not deeply, and skewed sidelong from how far it had been thrown, but to someone new to flesh wounds, judging the severity would be difficult through the explosion of pain.

"You can't run from me!" Roaki shouted. And just as Quinn had thought, Blotklau had indeed covered the space in no time.

The deflected axe lay discarded, yet unrecalled, perhaps momentarily forgotten. The one in Ablaze's leg, however, was left there out of malice. For pain's sake. Blotklau came at her unarmed, but it would have been a foolish and final mistake to assume her any less dangerous.

Something boiled within Quinn, louder than that shunned command to KILL. It wrapped her like a cloak, like a barrier between her and the Savior, and in the same way she'd shoved the voice under before, now it was wrestling to rein in her pain. A layer of numbness came to her, dull, but not ineffective. IGNORE IT it demanded, agonized. FIGHT.

Claws splayed, Blotklau came at her in a flurry of slashes and spearheaded strikes. Where they landed on flesh, even grazing, they carved and sprayed ichor, and in the bottom of her mind she could feel something pulse each time.

"Let me hear it!" Roaki's voice was ravenous. "Scream! Beg! Come on!"


[System]
Age: 15

Godly parent: Artemis

Background:

Joanne is a half-wolf, half-human child of Artemis fashioned out of the bones and flesh of a dead she-wolf, and imbued it with part of the Goddess' spirit. Of course, Artemis couldn't keep the baby girl she had created, but she did know of a good family for her. Soon a little girl baby was found at the doorstep of and later adopted by Scott Fountain, Alaska State Police and Michelle Fountain, Scott's older sister, and a practicing veterinarian.

Joanne lived in the city of Lakes, Alaska. From an early age, Joanne seemed to have a special bond with the outdoors. She could handle a rifle with ease, shoot a bow with an unbelievable level of accuracy, and loved to hike and camp with her dad and aunt. She was a slightly average student but struggled with learning disabilities that often frustrated her. But on the athletic field and rifle range, she really shined, particularly in running, and cross-country skiing. By middle school, Joanne was successfully competing in state archery, biathlon and cross country skiing competitions, and there was serious talk of her going to the Olympics someday.

Joanne was always easy going, and she had a few friends in school. But she really didn't hang out too much and generally did better with dogs than people. She often helped out at her aunt's clinic and nearby animal shelter. When not working, studying or competing, Joanne preferred to spend her time outside on long hikes or camping. It was during one of her hikes that she found a lone gray wolf cub clinging for dear life to a small log in the middle of a cold stream. Headless of her own safety, Joanne waded into the stream and plucked the cub from danger, suffering a torrent of licks from the very grateful cub in the process. Taking the cub home, and with help from her aunt, Joanne nursed it back to full health. In the process girl and wolf bonded. Joanne named the cub Smoke after her gray and white fur.

At first, Joanne's aunt and father wanted to return Smoke to the wild as soon as possible since Gray Wolves do not really make good pets. But this wolf was clearly different, for it took Joanne's commands easily, and became surprisingly well domesticated. It was as if wolf and girl were made for each other and Joanne's aunt and father eventually relented.

It was the summer of Joanne's second year in high school that her life changed forever. Returning from an early morning walk, she could see smoke rising from where her house was. She then heard multiple gunshots. Joanne and Smoke rushed home to find the house on fire and her father and aunt torn apart and left for dead in pools of their own blood.

Falling to her knees in grief, it was Smoke's growling that shook her out of her grief to notice some sort of monster rushing towards them. Smoke leapt at it, but was batted away. The monster lunged towards Joanne, and she barely managed to roll out of the way of its claws. Grabbing her hunting bow as she rolled, Joanne came up on her knee and in one swift motion nocked three arrows at once and let them fly. The broad hunting arrowheads ripped into the monster's throat. Surprised and moaning in pain, the monster took a step away from Joanne, only to find itself struck again and again by a quick succession of arrows. Soon a cluster of arrows was in the creature's neck. The creature reached up to try to pull them out, but each time it did, it was replaced by another fired from Joanne's bow. Eventually it was just too much and the monster crashed to the ground, dead.

After taking a few deep breaths to calm down. Joanne knelt before the now dead creature to make sure it was truly dead. She had absolutely no idea what it was, but she blessed her decision to bring her bow with her that morning. Smoke seemed ok, perhaps only her pride was hurt from getting batted aside

Smoke bound up to her mistress and gave her a quick nuzzle, as if to ask if Joanne was ok. She was not. Joanne turned to what was left of her family and broke down crying. Smoke sat next to her and leaned in a bit to comfort her mistress. Wolf and girl sat this way for what seemed to be a long time before two female Hunters appeared. They had been sent to rescue Joanne from that monster, and were stunned to find she had killed it alone. As gently as they could they could, they informed Joanne that she was in further danger and she needed to leave, now. Sirens could now be heard in the distance, probably the local sheriff and the fire rescue services, the hunters realized. Glumly nodding her assent, Joanne bid farewell to her father and aunt. The two hunters pulled Joanne to her feet and with Smoke trailing closely behind, all four disappeared scant seconds before the first fire truck arrived at the burning cabin.

Powers:

Skin of Nature: Wild animals will take no notice of Joanne and she can move through underbrush with ease, and with high degree of silence and stealth. Joanne will not leave any tracks unless she wishes to.

Natural Hunter: Joanne has the predatory instincts of a gray wolf, making her highly skilled in hunting, tracking, and reading how "prey" will react. Joanne's senses are enhanced to canine levels. She can see in the dark, track and differentiate between different scents and has enhanced levels of hearing.

Alpha Female: Joanne has the ability to communicate with and command canines of any species. She cannot command police or similarly trained dogs, but they will generally be indifferent to her presence.

Weapon or gifts from godly parent:

Joanne has a modern compound hunting bow that she can shoot with a superhuman level of accuracy. She received it as a birthday present from her father last year. The woman behind the counter said it would be perfect for Joanne.

Note: Smoke is Joanne's friend and companion out her own free will, and Joanne would never dare attempt to "command" Smoke unless circumstances were dire. The two share an empathic link and know each other's feelings. Though she appears to be a regular adolescent grey wolf, Smoke is smarter (same as an Australian Shepard), and can endure more punishment than a normal wolf.

[User]
After the Dryad went off with smoke, who he thought was just going to have to get used to him, he beckoned Joanne over as he spotted Lilith.

"I say the three of us sit together and see who join. I mean we are the newest I believe." He said as he smiled at Joanne and walked over to a table. He waved at Lilith to cone sit with then and then at Chiron before a cloud nymph flew over with a plate and dropped it in from on him with a cup filled with a green liquid.

"Oh wow this looks like the herbal tea I used to get and my favorite!" A pile of fruits was on one side and on the other was a meat that had been smothered in a sauce with mushrooms. Syrus began to dig in and listened to the conversations around him.

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As he ate he began to feel light headed. He tried to shake off the feeling but to no avale. He looked around and didn't see Lilith or Joanne but he did see people staring and then he heard a few screams.

Mist had rolled in and taken hold of Syrus as the screams began. The mist levitated him off the ground and began pouring into his body through his mouth. Once it had stopped his staff appeared in his hand. He then lifted it and then as if stone where his feet he struck the air with the bottom of it. His hair turned a shock white and he blinked but when his eyes opened again they swirled with fire and mist. As he began to speak his voice came out as if through a megaphone as well as alot deeper.

"The doors of death closed and giants slain. Gia put to rest and demigod's won fame. God turned mortal and emperor's gain. All mean nothing against his name. Woke by harm against his wife, his wrath will bring end to life. To be stopped the new moon must rise as the son of the owl earns his prize. Luck shall suffer defeat as two sides of the same coin meey. the whisper shall fule the fate of us all, as she brings gods to call. Forks in the journey many and long only the mist can hear the true song. The final act as truth once told come to gather at the start of it all. Shadow's Crest shall bring egress, as long as retrieved at the guardian's request. Defeat is certain if one does die so be certain to not lie." The prophecy spoken Syrus floated down and stood by the table he had been at. A torch kinda like his staff but old and wooden appeared in his other hand. He slammed it on the ground and flames traveled down the length to the ground then along ground. Once there it split and traveled to other demi-gods in the crowd. Two of which were the girls he met today. The flame travel up there body and then to their palm where it seared there. An image of a flame now emblazoned.

"Gather ye heroes emblazoned by the flame of choice. Forge your path and fulfil the prophecy! You are my chosen, the path I choose to see, the torches that will light the future from darkness." The second staff then burst into flame and dissolved into ash. Syrus for the second time today collapsed. In the hand that held the burning staff was now a flame seared into his skin.

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@golani@JrVader

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Lilith was eating with the girls of Aphrodite when Syrus went into his act and if it hadn't been for the reaction of the others around her she would have thought it an impromptu play.

"The doors of death closed and giants slain. Gia put to rest and demigod's won fame. God turned mortal and emperor's gain. All mean nothing against his name. Woke by harm against his wife, his wrath will bring end to life. To be stopped the new moon must rise as the son of the owl earns his prize. As the chronicler inspires the king to fall, the whisper shall fuel the fate of us all. Forks in the journey many and long only the mist can hear the true song. The finale act as truth once told come to gather at the start of it all. Doors shall open before the fall egress made at the call. Defeat is certain if one does die so be certain to not lie." He had said and like most oracle his words as much a riddle as a poem.

It was obvious by the repeated references that this was an elder and they had a connection to a past war; "What else was new in the world of the mythical?" she thought.

Not one to panic Lilith pulled her notepad out of her pocket and put it all down word for for word before time altered her memory of it.

It was while she was writing her notes her memory was nudged so she sought the source of her inspiration.

If she remembered Zeus once stripped Apollo and Poseidon of their divine authority and made them work for Laomedon for rebelling against him and if she was recalling correctly Apollo was stripped once more and made the servant of a Shepherd. She was sketchy on detail at the moment probably due to all the excitement but she knew she was going to find the way to scratch the itch.

Then she read the poem once more and saw a connection once more; "Gaia had a half giant son with Poseidon named Antaeus, temple of skulls, wrestling matches, and Far to the west of the the Carthaginians and was interrupted in her thoughts by a tingling sensation in her off hand. At first she thought that the pad had cut her but when she looked saw the flame mark and wrote Glyph Quest.

[Assistant] Isaac could only stare as the Mist swirled into the dining pavilion and enveloped and possessed Syrus and he spoke a prophecy. Most of it made little sense to Isaac, but a few things stood out as he rushed to help Syrus again. "Okay, so I think we're dealing with Ouranous waking up again, if I understood those first lines correctly," he began as he propped Syrus up. "We just won a war against the Giants and Gaea and closed the doors of death, but with Gaea's defeat, we woke up her husband, Ouranous, who had been chopped into a thousand pieces and thrown into Tartarus by Kronos, but if Kronos can come back from being chopped up, I assume Ouranous can as well, and he was definitely not someone you want to make mad according to the old stories." He contemplated the rest of the prophecy. "I'm not sure what the new moon rising means, possibly something to do with Artemis, and the son of the owl probably refers to a son of Athena," he looked at the flame seared on his palm. "Apparently, me. The rest of it is a mystery to me. Who is the chronicler or the king who will fall or the whisper? Forks in the journey sounds like something Hecate would be interested in, and we have one of her sons here, and if he has control of the Mist, then maybe he can show us the way. I can't make heads or tails of the last two lines, though." He was talking mainly to himself as he tried to sort out the meaning of the mysterious prophecy, but he had spoken clearly enough that his musings on the subject were easily heard by everyone around him and Syrus.

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Joanne looked over at Syrus in total shock as he began to rise.

What the hell…?

Clearly, Joanne had never seen anything like this before, and that was easily reflected on her face. She figured that there was a prophecy of some kind being told, but it was riddle that she had no real idea how to decipher.

And then she was mesmerized by the staff as it burst into flame. She watched as the ball came closer and closer to her before traveling up her body and burning her hand.

She grabbed at her hand, and screamed in pain. At that moment Smoke burst onto the scene, charging right for his mistress. Smoke skidded to a halt right in front of Joanne, whining.

"I'm ok, Smoke, it's…" Joanne began to say before Syrus collapsed right in front of her.

"Syrus!" she yelped. In a flash, Joanne reached out to grab him, breaking his fall before he hit the ground.

"Ugggh, I got you, Syrus," Joanne said as she sat back down hard on the bench with Syrus now in her lap. Joanne could see the mark of flame on his hand now, and as she turned her hand over she saw the same mark on her palm as well.

Whatever this prophecy was, she was clearly a part of it now.


[System]
Age: 101
Race: Dwarf
Alignment: Neutral Good
Class: Cleric (War Domain)
Description:

Biography:
Bjoric was born into a large family within the halls of the small dwarven city. They were considered pillars of the community, his eldest brother practically ran the mine that was the lifeblood of the city. Even his uncle boasted that a third of all the craftsmen in the city had Stoutsmith blood in their veins. As a young man Bjoric was the first in his family to take vows and join the clergy, but it wasn't long after that the mines fell. Having broken into a vast network of caves they had awoken a swarm of giant insect like creature that had crawled out a nightmare. After the many who had died at the swarms arrival, they fought back to reclaim livelihood. Bjoric and the rest of the clergy worked to heal those who were wounded in the fighting, many falling ill to their poisonous bite. Soon they were unable to keep the fighting contained to the mines and taking up the hammer his father had made for him, Bjoric fought to keep the monstrosities away from the wounded while they escaped. This was when Bjoric found he was able to call for Moradins aid in battle far more easily than the other clerics.
Aiding in the escape, Bjoric and the rest of the dwarves were forced to abandon the city with the few who survived. Few of his family were among those who survived, they and the other survivors made their way to neighboring towns or cities trying to make new lives. The pain of losing so many family led Bjoric to decide that a life of wandering the world would lead to his finding peace.
Demeanor/Attitude:
As with any proud dwarf, Bjoric has a passion for ale. Again being true to his kind he can be seen as gruff to those who don't know him well but is fiercely loyal to those he calls friend.
Other:
Since beginning his adventures he's developed the habit of shouting curses and insults at his foes.

[User]
Sana listened to what had to be said and leaned back in her chair slightly as she crossed her arms over her chest.Well I had wanted to get a good night's rest before we began but I guess I can sleep in the wagon. Sooner we're done the better, she thought to herself as she leaned forward and shrugged.

 "Anytime is good for me," she muttered aloud. "Tonight or tomorrow, either way." She would have added more but as she looked over her companions for this journey she wondered if it would just go in one ear and right out the other.

Perking a brow at the ensuing treatment towards the elf she shook her head. Rising from her seat she took a step to the side and pushed her seat in "I ain't leaving without eating first though," she started flatly before wandering over to the ba ignoring the dagger in the table.

Walking up next to the dwarf she resisted the urge to use his head as an arm rest. "You know you have to work with that pansy and trust she has your back. I thought even dwarves had that much common sense. I guess I gave you more credit than is due," she stated coldly as she leaned down to look him in the eye.

Tossing some coins on the bar she eyed the tender. "The pipsqueeks meal is on me," she said before turning on her heels and walking over to a clear table and waving the barmaid over.

[Assistant]
Outside the city, an abandoned orchard waved in a light evening breeze, the cider-tart odor of spoiled citrus radiating into the muggy desert air surrounding the once treasured assembly of trees. Not far away was the high fencing of a compound that belonged to bandits, and from inside came the sound of raucous festivities. Why not? Barrats thought. Every day you've avoided death by the hangman's noose or on the end of a guardsman's sword is a cause for celebration when you've lived the life of a bandit.

At the gates there were various outlaws and hanger-ons milling around, some of them drinking, some attempting to stand guard, and all of them in a constant state of argument. To the left of the compound, the orchard rose to a small parched hill peak and on it sat a lookout tending to a small fire. Sitting tending a fire isn't the quite the desired position for a lookout, but, otherwise, he was one of the few on this side of the compound who seemed to be taking his job seriously. Certainly, they'd failed to post any scouting parties. Or if they had, then the scouting parties were lounging under a palm somewhere, blind drunk, because there was no one to see Barrats and the dozen or so men appointed to him as they crept closer, approaching a man, who was crouching behind a crumbling sandstone wall, keeping watch on the compound.

Barrats and his aide, Fel, rode a little ahead, side by side, as was their preference, happy to be with one another and pleased to be within sight of what might be another opportunity to restock their provisions and gain some insight into their destination, each undulating with the slow, steady rhythm of their horses. Both rode high and proud in the saddle despite the long, arduous journey. They might have been advancing in years – both were nearing what was considered middle age to the high-bloods – but it would not do to be seen slouching. Nevertheless they came slowly: their mounts were chosen for their strength and stamina, not speed, and tethered to each was an ass, laden with supplies.

Behind them came Roal, who had inherited the bright, dancing eyes of his mother, his father Fel's colouring and bone structure, and the impulsiveness of both. He would have liked to gallop ahead and climb the slopes of the nearby dunes to the compound to announce the impending attack,but instead trotted meekly behind, respecting his both father's and supervisor's wishes for a modest approach. Every now and then he swatted the flies from his face with his crop and thought that a gallop would have been the most effective way to rid himself of them.

As the group neared their target, Barrats got a better look at him. A round-faced elf, a little shabby, and probably too fond of the grog himself, if Fel's guess was correct. This was the man who, according to their contacts at Zaphere, was good at loosening tongues, though he'd looked like he'd have problems loosening his own drawers.

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She looked to everyone as she thought of this poetry and tried to make up some good rhymes, but she kept scrapping it in her head because she thought it was not good enough to be a piece of poetry, eventually she stood up and sat back down quickly. Thinking nobody would have pen and ink here or it is but just hoarded somewhere.

'everyone is soooo freaky...'

In the end Ellyn got up and walked to the bartender to ask for pen and ink so she could write her poetry. Hoping he would say yes, the moment he nodded he gave her pen and ink, thus she thanked him and returned to her seat to start writing the poetry.

[Assistant]
Hugh was taken aback a little by how quickly they accepted them as their questors. No interview, like most high end, high risk, high profit quests. He stood silent, fading in and out of the conversation. The trauma of his last 20 years would come back to him in these little lulls of time between jobs. With a sudden cringe and grimace, he shook his head and brought himself back into the conversation, back to the current world.

He noted the dwarf, who seemed older and most likely more experienced than he. He had great respect for the dwarves. A great race and civilization, born into hard work and toil. He had less respect for just about all other races, especially elves. Creatures born into privilege, never working the soil, or toiling under the hot sun and in the dirt like the humans. But many humans were born into the same kind of privilege.

Hugh was annoyed by the young elf whom came up and stabbed his knife into the table. The action caused him to give an instinctive low growl, usually found menacing and intimidating to most, but not pricks. A very barbaric looking man was always underestimated by an uptight prude, and Hugh had already formulated the opinion that this elf was a pompous prick, a level up from uptight prude.

"I say eat now and start in the morning. Fuck it all." Came his unholy language, as he turned and headed over to the bar.

He grabbed a stool, from the selection, too vigorously resulting in it being destroyed. It fell completely apart in his hands. He was confused beyond belief. It was something that happened to him every now and then. He was very capable of gentleness and virtue, but the trail had made him exasperated easily. He noted that the bartender was distracted by the drow female's request and he threw the pieces out the doorway.

Finally, he sat down next to the dwarf. "Greetings from one old man to another." He motioned to the bartender, and asked for whatever was currently being served with a cup of strong lager.

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Drizzak

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 The door to the tavern swung open, letting in the light of the outside world for a moment before swinging shut once more. A few sets of eyes turned to regard the peculiar shape that entered, and the shape stared back. A shrill, frantic voice called out at a particularly intrigued patron. It sounded like steel scraping granite.

"What you look at, huh?! You never see'd pretty dragon 'afore?"

The sound of cloth shifting dampened the sound of the waddling that got louder as the shape neared the table the group was situated around. Drizzak had already read up on the posting. He knew where he needed to be. From beneath the table, a sudden bump came. A few seconds of silence passed before a small, green creature, garbed in red cloth, wrestled his way onto a stool. A comically oversized sack sat on his back and a shabby-looking crossbow lay tied to him with dirty frayed string.

Once Drizzak had settled, he took a few moments of wobbling upon his stool to look at his company. As he came to balance himself, his crooked teeth shone through his wide smile. So many different shapes and colors in this group. Such a strange group for a dragon to rule over, but it would have to do.

"Drizzak hear you needing help. Drizzak give you power of dragon. He help."

[Assistant]
The moment Ellyn sat down to start writing she saw what had happened and she tried to keep calm, obviously not knowing what to do. She decided to continue writing the poem but it quickly turned to throwing tables and despising other races. Ellyn eventually sighed, thinking she will never be able to make a poem if all this hoo-hah was just going to happen right in front of her.

As of now she sighed and looked out the window. Thinking deeply about what to put, giving up slowly due to the sheer distraction that is laying out in front of her.

She eventually spots the little goblin and awwes, Ellyn found his little dragon costume rather cute and eventually complimented him upon it.

'oh, hello' she smiled at him 'You are such a little cutie with your dragon costume on!'

[User]
As swiftly as Varus had stabbed his dagger into the table, Varus was just as swift as to draw his short sword and turn around to face the little goblin as soon as he had caught sight of the small little... thing that wore what seemed to be the scales of a baby dragon. "Dear god!" Varus said in a louder than usual voice. "A drow, a man with anger issues, a marksman who is cocky, a short dwarf, and a useless elf?" Varus placed emphasis on the last two words. "I think I speak for the dwarf when I say we're not going to allow a damn goblin into our... party!"

"You are such a cutie with your dragon costume on," Varus heard the useless elf say.

"... Or maybe we will..." Varus said with a tone of defeat before walking over to the dwarf with his short sword in hand, almost as if he was partying himself with a dwarf -- who he knew would hate the goblin (or thought so, at the very least).

[Assistant]
The barmaid took notice of Sana and sauntered over to the table quickly. She was your typical bar maid; young, buxom and looking far older than she should have. Too many nights in a tavern having to deal with drunk and nondrunken idiots alike. "What can I get for you doll?" she asked in an all too forced cheery voice. Sana sighed and leaned in slightly, motioning the barmaid to come closer. She did.

"Listen, I don't care what mood you have to play with these fools but do me a favor and drop the act," she said quietly. The barmaid looked at her quizzically for a moment before a genuine smile came across her lips.

"Oh God, thank you," she said as she drew a long breath. "What can I get for you?" she repeated in a much more exhausted voice.

"What ever is fastest and some water."

"No ale or the like?"

"Have you seen the group I am with?" she asked quickly and with perfect timing as the other human in the group managed to turn the stool into kindling. The barmaid quickly stifled a laugh and nodded.

"Right," she quipped before turning quickly to take care of the order.

As Sana waited for her food she rocked back and forth in her chair slowly, watching each member of the group in turn. When her eyes fell on the newest arrive she froze. He thinks he's a dragon? You've got to be kidding me. Reaching down She made sure to tighten the knots on her money pouch. This was not gearing up to a hopeful mission.

The barmaid quickly came back over and dropped off Sanas food and drink. Sana nodded and handed the girl some silver coins, shaking her head as the girl tried to tell her it was too much and going about eating her meal. She had seen what tavern life could do to a girl, sometimes you have to give someone a break.

Hearing the comment made by Virus, Sana stopped eating and wiped her mouth before shouting over in that direction. "One, I ain't cocky. Two, you haven't exactly proved you're useful yet. Three, we'll have who ever in the party that's willing to deal with your attitude." Sana rolled her eyes slightly and signed. She wasn't one that was normally so vocal but she just couldn't stand cockiness, ego, or demoralizing nature in people.

She rubbed her temples for a moment before she went back to eating. She has seen orc crap fights that were more organised than this group was adding up to be.

[User]
Bjoric resisted the urge to hurl more insults in the direction of the archer, but his weariness from the boat ride prevented him from coming up with anything. He settled for letting out a grunt before returning to his drink as he waited for his food to arrive.

Before the food arrived, the large man from the table sat beside him. He let out a chuckle at his greating. "I may be older lad, but that dunee make me old." He held out a large callous hand. "Bjoric, order yourself something, it's on the stick." he finished by gesturing to the archer.


[System]
Age:3 years old
Looks(Pictures are acceptable!):
Position in Pack:Hunter and Beta Female
Personality(Just a general idea of what you're character is like):Lila is a sweet she wolf with a very easy going demeanor. She's a skilled tracker but prefers hunting smaller game due to her smaller stature.

Name:Kita
Age:2 months
Looks:
Position in Pack:Pup
Personality:Kita is very shy and has stuck close to Aleu since the death of her mother over the winter. Not very adventurous, she is cautious of everything and everyone, even of those in her own pack. Hopefully she grows out of it.

Name:Anum
Age:2 months
Looks:
Position in Pack: Pup
Personality:Unlike her little sister, Anum is a rambunctious pup who's curious about the world and everything happening in it. Nosy and loud, she knows no fear which can get pups like her into a lot of trouble.

[User]
As winter warmed into spring, the wolves of Vandrow and the tigers of the White Wood saw their once snow covered world waking up from it's peaceful slumber and coming back to life. The winter had been particularly harsh that year, resulting in deaths from both wolves and tigers. Spring was the relief that carnivore and prey alike had waited what seemed to be forever for. The little animals emerged from their burrows and hollows, blinking and squinting in the bright sunlight before starting their busy little days to look for food and water or introduce their young to the outside world for the very first time. For the wolves and tigers, it was just another day, maybe just a bit warmer with the color of new leaves and grass starting to grow.

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Lila woke up early, sitting up with a yawn and stretching out her small frame before looking around the den she shared with her mate, Chincf. She lightly nudged his shoulder with her muzzle to wake him up, it was their job to get the hunting party together in the mornings.

"C'mon, time to wake up," She said.

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Kita woke up quite abruptly when Anum pounced on her, letting out a startled yip and an annoyed growl at her sister before curling back up to try going back to sleep.

"Kita, wake up, I'm bored!" Anum whined, batting at Kita's ear.

"Go away Anum, I want to sleep," Kita grumbled back.

[Assistant]
Shadow♀
Shadow lay on top of the den opening with her head laying across her paws, eyes actively scanning the surrounding forest. The clearing still had small patches of snow which were still in a process of melting away, leaving room for the new grass to sprout through the ground and bring a happier season. The winter had been a harsh one for the wolves, and undoubtedly for the miscreant tigers as well. Shadow knew it was getting close to another feeding and they would have to go out on a hunt again, hoping in her mind that there was enough prey in the areas that wolf nor tiger would need to cross into opposing territories just to snag a meal. Ears perked, one facing north of her and the other slightly folded behind her, hearing the pair of pups back inside the den rustling around. Shadow grinned to herself, thinking of the hope she had for herself to maybe have some pups of her own this coming season.
Kai♂
At the edge of the territory near the spring that ran through both wolf and tiger country alike, Kai sat in the damp sands just staring up at the sky. A soft breeze twisted through his dark fur as he closed his eyes and allowed himself to be lost in the moment. Suddenly, Kai hears a snap from just behind him and whirls around with teeth bared and fur bristled along his spine. Aleu. Kai's stance straightens and his bared teeth lose their fierceness, turning into a wolfish grin. "Aleu, you can't be doing that. It's not safe for a little wolf like you wandering around out here, alone." Kai wanders over to her and nudges her shoulder, turning her into the direction of the den.
Aleu♀
Aleu managed to sneak up on Kai, but purposefully stepped right in the center of a small branch just to get a scare out of him. Kai was one of Aleu's only friends who didn't try taking advantage of the small fragile she-wolf, and she quite enjoyed his company most days. Aleu shook her head and turned with him as he nudged her, following his steps, putting them almost in sync as they padded along towards the den. "Trust me, if I wanted to sneak up on you, I would have done so with ease. Smaller things tend to be better at stealth than big, bulky animals such as yourself." Aleu laughs when Kai nudges her shoulder a bit roughly, adding, "The pups should be up, soon, if they aren't already. Gotta get back before one of them.." Aleu meets Kai's gaze and they both say simultaneously, "Anum!", smiling as she continues, "..gets into trouble. Then I'll be in trouble." Without giving a warning, Kai takes off towards the den and calls over his shoulder, "Last one there has to eat the rear of the morning's kill!" while howling with laughter. Aleu, taking off in pursuit after the beast, knowing all too well that this wasn't a fair fight. She'd easily beat him. Her small frame allowed her to be quite fast. The fastest in the pack, in fact.
Desaius♂
Desaius lay in his own den, his nose barely picking up the feint scent of his lost mate. She'd been taken by the winter's harsh conditions, and left Desaius with nothing but an empty den and a broken heart. Desaius slowly picked himself up off the dirt floor of the den, wincing at his left side as a fierce pain travels across his body. Baring his teeth, Desaius shakes off the dirt from his pelt and slowly limps his way out from the den's cover, walking out into the cool morning air. Immediately, Desaius could smell Shadow and he looked all around before stomping out a few feet to look ontop of the den's opening to spot her. "Get down from there! Ain't need to be up there, y'er just showin' off." Shadow just flatly stared at Desaius with her ears flattened, but slowly slunk off the side of the opening and onto the ground beside it, sitting down with a soft huff. Desaius flattened his ears and stared at her for a few more seconds before wandering to the edge of the clearing, laying down near a tree where he usually lay in the mornings to wait for the Alphas to make their appearances.

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Zoru
Zoru woke up with a jolt, the old injury acting up again. Well, now he knew he can't be part of the hunting party tonight. He was a stubborn wolf, always wanting to get out and stretch his legs as opposed to the other elders. He stood up, growling as he found that he had a harder time doing that than on a normal day. He was in that elder's den who had no mates in their lifetimes. He then padded his way towards the clearing and then sitting down near the entrance of his den, waiting for the alphas to show up. Morning call.

Robyn
Robyn, herself, wasn't at the clearing. Nor was she anywhere inside the border. She's been keeping an eye on the family of tigers some ways from the territory. It was a small family of five. Two fully grown, one adolescent and the other two were cubs. They had stayed there for the entirety of winter but they seem to be prepared to move. She'd been careful and concealed her trails as well as she could. Based on how they were going, they probably won't cross the border so this should be fine. She turned and hurried back to the pack. It was time for morning call and she'd rather not hear another lecture from Zoru about being late.

Avir
Another day, another bird. This was amusing, hunting the birds. They can escape easily if you're not careful so this is really a challenge. He'd need more than this though to last the day. Well at least he made through winter. Prey is going to go scampering around once again and he won't have to cross wolf territory again for then nth time. He was pretty sure that they got tired of him during winter. He started travelling once more with no destination in particular.

[Assistant]
Chincf
Chincf's ear twitched and he stretched slowly, blinking his eyes open. "Morning already?" He mumbled, nudging her back with the end of his nose. "Ah well, then I suppose we better organise the hunt, then." the grey and black wolf got to his paws, back arching in another stretch before he padded out into the main clearing to join the rest of the pack.

Tikaani
Tikaani ducked her head respectfully as Zoru emerged from the elder's den, treading carefully since he seemed somewhat tense this morning. His injured side was probably aching again and that never out him in a good mood. Still, she greeted him quietly anyway to remain polite. "Good morning, Zoru."

Saaba
Saaba paused as she reached the river that cut between the two separate expanses of land that the wolves and tigers each called their respective territories, stooping down to lap at thw icy cold water. She would have to hunt again today, though she may have to step over into wolf territory again....prey was still hard to find even though the snow was thawing.

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A young male wolf was curled up in a small den set apart from any other wolf. The redish blackish wolf was awaken by the stirring of the pack. He had come to this pack a couple of weeks ago and they had surprisingly accepted him. He uncurled himself from his tight ball and stretched out. He shook his mangy coat and exited out of the den. He shook out his coat and stretched again. It was strange and he wasn't sure if he like it. There were always wolves around even if he wished to be alone. He never realized how much he had been alone until he started spending time around other's company. He sat down in front of the den, and watched the pack awake with the new spring day. He let out a rather large yawn and his jaw snapped shut.

Ferryn stared around the camp. His stomach growled, and he acknowledged it. It had been a long winter and he lost a lot of weight, but since joining the pack he had started to gain it back.

[Assistant]
Reaver

Suddenly from a large pile of rocks near the center of the packs territory a howl pierced the morning air signaling the rest of the pack to gather so that orders could be given by the Alpha. Reaver Stood waiting, his black coat glinting softly against the morning sun, His ferocious gaze darted about, not in fear but in simple readiness. Scars could be seen on his shoulders where a tiger had once tried to slay him...yet...here he stood. His aura was one of resolute leadership. this all being said he might have been a bit rough around the edges but he wanted what was best for this pack and he would have it no matter what. Reaver watched carefully as everyone gathered counting and making sure not a soul was missing.

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Calypso

Calypso was standing near a small stream her stomach growling, she could see tasty fish but was having no luck catching any and hunger was beginning to take it's toll on the little cub, robbing her of her energy and making her tired. Defeated the little cub began walking down the river's edge feeling sick. She had no idea she was right next to the wolf territories and was making quite a bit of noise as she stumbled forward not attempting to be sneaky at all in her hunger sickened state.

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Cahira

Cahira open her eyes to see the morning rise she sense that winter is over and spring is right around the corner.
She saw Reaver on large pile of rocks near the center of the packs she guess Reaver was up before her...well you know how he is.

Cahira got up, stretch and walk toward the pile of rocks and stand right next to him, He is Cahira mate after all.

[Assistant]
"Morning indeed," Lila said, flicking her tail at him while he stretched. She waited until he was ready then padded out of their den behind him. And they were late, how on earth were they late? Did everyone but them stay up all night? She sighed and sat down at the base of the rocks Reaver sat on just as he howled.

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"Listen! The alpha's calling the pack, we should go!" Anum exclaimed, about to charge out but halted at the tug on her tail, Kita having bit down on it to stop her sister.

"Anum," She said, her voice muffled. "We can't leave the den unless Aleu says we can or she's here."

"You're no fun Kita, I want to go outside, I'm tired of being stuck in here," Anum whined, turning to pounce on Kita.


[System]
Age: 17

Gender|Sex|Identity: Male

Personality Description:
He generally comes off as a serious person, even though it is not exactly the case, mainly due to his language barrier. While his communication for the most part get his point across, he is still fitting in when it comes to the nuances like jokes and slangs, often choosing not to make them due to fear of being insensitive. When it comes to it, this boy from a distant land is actually rather friendly and polite, maybe a little uptight, but would love to talk to and get to know his friends around him. His number one desire is to fit in and be accepted, wanting to be part of everyone's friend group.

Physical Description:
David is a tall person by his home country's standard, but rather average around New Hope (5'7"/175cm), with average physique. He enjoyed a neat crew cut hairstyle for his convenience. His clothing preference is rather conservative, often picking long-sleeves, collared and darker clothes due to the more temperate climate than what he's used to, and also because he does like the style.

Yo'Bikur Appearance:
His Yo'Bikur form dons a dark blue tunic covering all but his foot, hand and head, layered behind a white wide-shouldered half coat with gold outlines. But the most dramatic change compared to his old self is his body. His hand was covered in a weird amalgamation of treated wood, tin and metal. The wood covers most of his palms and fingers on the front side, while the tin covers the backside, along with the joints also made of metal. There are also springs beneath the tin layers David's face is also covered in tin, his hair solidified, but the facial features still looks just like the original David. His right eye has turned sapphire blue, the iris turns into a four-pointed star.

Backstory:
David feels culturally adrift. His legal name is An Liang, born to a middle-class family, whose father, Wong Liang, worked as a computer technician. His mother unfortunately passed away to illness before he could recognize himself in the mirror, and the single father was forced to raise his only son alone. Living around his father, who often surrounded himself with computers, got An acquainted with technology, and being a curious child, An used these machines a lot, much to his father's initial reservation. However, his father being a little bit too busy in his life did allow An to roam free on the zeroes and ones, as well as accessing information a young adolescent could find on the Internet. He'd gradually get in touch with foreign games, foreign cartoons, books or media, which introduced him to a culture entirely different from his own, at a time of crucial personality development nonetheless. Soon, unbeknownst to him, his mannerism and behaviour shifted. He found himself code-switching from a traditional culture at school and with friends, to a foreign one at home when he immersed himself in the wonders of the Internet, slowly identifying with the latter as his curiosity grew.

For the Liang family, his father who felt listless after his wife's passing, being reminded too much of a home that he missed, decided to immigrate. This actually was an exciting opportunity for An, who's always been mesmerized by a foreign land. When he arrived, he took on the first name David and got enrolled in middle school in a metropolitan area. However, this city was not exactly kind towards immigrants like David. The school that he enrolled in did not have much contact with immigrants, with nine out of ten students being locals. As a result, someone who couldn't speak English that well, quite nerdy with computers at best did not fit with the school's social group, or at worst, a target of bullying and harassment. Only after a year in the city, the two moved away to New Hope, a small village that from word of mouth was a lot more welcoming to people of different background. His father found work in the Armstrong PC Shop, ran by the Armstrong family, who was eager to have experienced hands in the shop, and David would often help out the shop as well.

David is a year behind school due to all the moving around, but is always eager to be a part of the school community. He is a member of the school computer club, has high academic performance, especially mathematics and informatics.

Notable Connection:
Wong Liang: His father, whom David felt great sympathies for. He was not exactly there all the time, but who could blame him. David looked up to him and hoped to help him in any way he could.

Nicolas & Sarah Armstrong: The two owners of the Armstrong PC Shop, and his dad's boss. David owes much to these two for the things they give to his family, and they too appreciated David's help, especially the scripts he write to make their job a lot easier.

Respond to these prompts in character:
You're in class and the Fire Alarm goes off. Everyone begins to panic.
"If teacher is around, I would listen to them. If not, I would help my friend(s) to escape. Then I would go. That is what I think I would do, but I might panic too."

You've made plans to go to the festival and are running late, but may make it in time to see the fireworks with your friends. On your way, you see a stranger with a flat tire on the side of the road.
"I don't like it, but I would have to leave them. I made a promise to a friend, I do not want them disappointed that I couldn't be there."

You fall asleep in class and begin to dream; you're atop a ruined tower and a massive dragon circles overhead. You reach for...
"Umm...a book? I like to learn about the dragon; how it behaves. I don't want to make it angry. If I could understand it, maybe I could be friends with it."

The world is so boring; you wish you had a super power. What do you wish for?
"I like to talk to computers, but using codes and commands feel a little cold. I would like to talk to it more personally, intimately."

You are suddenly reminded that tomorrow is the Midterm Exam.
"I should have remembered the main points of each lesson from going to class. I don't mind losing a few marks from not memorizing."

[User]
Oh, Toby is doing fine, that's good, she seemed pretty sad when the teacher gave the results for the exams last week even though she scored pretty high (I got a C and pas pretty pumped about it), maybe talking will get her to relax a bit more.

"These last few days have been brutal! I have been around the whole town like four or five times making deliveries for Grandpa, people love the traditional bread that he makes for these festivities and they never seem to get fed up with it, not that I am complaining tho, more business for the bakery is always good and doing so many deliveries means Grandpa gives me some extra allowance"

Not that everything was good

"Not that everything is good, I haven't had the time to hang out with Syd in ages, and the few times I have been free she is always busy with other things... welp what can you do? So Toby, I just finished my last run and I got a bike and a desire to spend time with a friend, so what do you say, wanna hang out for a bit?"

[Assistant]
Audrey left the house quietly while her parents still slept. They had both had a late night; her mother from serving drinks at the bar, and her father from drinking half of them. She hopped on her father's Mustang. It was her father's in name only, as Audrey was the primary driver ever since his DUI last year. Instead of starting the engine, she disengaged the parking brake, and let it roll down their long, sloped driveway, swerving around her mother's Corolla with practiced grace, and backing neatly into the street. Here she did finally start the car, a reasonable distance from the house so that she hoped it wouldn't alert her parents to her departure. She didn't want to get entangled with either of them, and ruin her summer freedom.

As she pulled down their side street toward one of the town's main roads, she put her flip phone on speaker and dialed.

"Hey Aud," a tinny, crackling voice came through.

"Hick, got any work for me? Even just one?"

"Sorry, sweetheart, but I usually just extend everyone's loans around the festival. People get forgetful, you know? Just trying to give them one fewer thing to think about."

Audrey,  who had been hoping that same forgetfulness would translate into pocket money for her, grimaced but kept her tone light. Hickory Earhart was a very nice man, and she wanted to stay on that side of him. "Alright, I understand. But if anything comes up, I dunno, like you need shelves moved or something...?"

Hickory was perfectly capable of moving any shelves he needed moved. More so than Audrey, truth be told, but he didn't say so. "You'll be the first I call."

"Right, thanks Hick, you're good people."

"You too, enjoy the festivities, should be a good one this year."

As she ended the call, she wondered what festivities she was meant to enjoy without any money. Her mother always gave her gas money out of her tips from the bar, but Audrey would never ask for more. She knew an allowance just wasn't in the budget.

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She turned the car away from festivities(many of which were, in fact, quite free) and instead toward the edge of town. One of the roads that led to the nearby highway had a small paved parking pad on the side of it. Just three parking spaces, in faded white lines, and a sign marking a trail into The Shaded Grove. The trail was generally disused, including today, when Audrey walked right off it and into the woods, heading for the heart of the Weeping Sam.

Audrey wasn't dressed the best for the adventure. Her boots, at least, were functional, if well scuffed Doc Martens, but she wore constricting skinny jeans. On top, she had what had once been a plain black T-shirt, but she had bleached a spooky face onto the front, and cut and tied it at the sides until it was a raggedy sort of tank top.

She walked with her hands in her pockets, not sure where she was going, nor exactly why she had come here. Presently, she came to a certain fallen, rotting tree and, not yet noticing that she wasn't alone, she lifted her foot up and kicked in some of the soft, spongy wood.

[User]
David's morning was rather boring. He was no person to laze around inside for too long, but rather he was lazing around in the Armstrong Computer Shop. Now that the final exam period had ended, he could spend time more consistently to help out the Armstrongs with their day-to-day woes with machinery. But unlike the constant demand of food or drinks, computing service was not always so. Sometimes, things just work, and for David, that meant less work to do. He yearned to be out and about, hanging out and catching up with those in class, but he had one client he would need to take care of. Enrique Mencia from the bakery. He reportedly had a non-functional laptop, but he had a lot of work to do for the festival preparation, so he postponed it until now, so David couldn't really go anywhere until this one was finished. Luckily, it was almost time.

"Mr. Nicolas." David called out to the person inside a storage room, his supervisor of sort. Nick was more friendly and casual than that, but considering the boy who didn't know his way around the language that well, he was fine with being a little formal. He poked his head out of the door to hear what David had to say. "Is there the toolbox in there?"

"Oh, yes." He disappeared back in for a brief second before coming back out with the box he required, knowing why he was asking for it. "Enrique right?" Nick asked, to which David nodded. "Awesome! Tell him I said hi."

"I will, don't worry." David gave a smile. "Oh, and if you don't mind. Can I take my day off after this one?"

Nick looked up and leaned his head slightly before nodding. "No problem, I think we can handle the workload for the rest of today. Go and have fun ok?"

"Thank you. You too, the festival's starting soon." David bowed, and looked to his father who was immersed in his own work in his own corner. "See you dad." He said before heading off with the kit and a little piece of paper as he headed off to the Mencia Bakery.

The village was bustling with exciting activities. Everyone was busy but many had a smile to spare as David strolled along the street with his stuff. They knew he was part of the Computer Shop, some of them he had helped before, so he was no strangers. He would love to join them to help out or just to hang out, but he continued onto his destination nonetheless.

"Hi. Mr Enrique?" The door to the bakery opened slowly, as the boy poked his head in. "It's David."


[System]
(Won't have the Elven Ears)

Age: 30

Birthday: April 30th

Magic: Powers for her requip include:

The Heavenly Archer: In this mode, she wears gold battle armor and her bow is upgraded to fire Angel Arrows, which are super fast light arrows that can slice through almost anything.

The Flaming Volcanic Archer: In this mode, she wears a dark-red, gold and black armor pieces that are shaped to look like flames, with bulky-looking spikes on her shoulder pads, Her hair turns a fiery red as her bow can fire flaming arrows that explode on contact with any solid surface.

The Stingray Archer: In this mode, she wears a skimpy fish-based bikini, a fancy aquamarine crown, with a long barb-like tail on her back. Her bow can fire water arrows, that can drench fire and even water plants (Eco friendly!)

The Crossbow Maiden: In this mode, she wears knight-like armor and wields a powerful rapid fire crossbow, which can cause devastating damage to her opponent. Her armor is also very strong as well.

And more to be revealed in the future...

Magic Level: A

History: Samir was born in a small village next to a village and was raised up by her noble parents. She was a pretty normal kid and was usually happy about life, spending time in luxury with her parents and playing with her friends. She also loved archery and would often go into the woods with her father to get food for her family. However, all that changed when an unknown dark guild sent a raiding party to the village in order to get valuable supplies. By that time, Samir was 10 and was surprisingly well skilled with a bow and arrow. She fought bravely, killing several dark wizards and mercenaries. Yet Samir got badly injured by a slash to her right shoulder, forcing her to retreat and evacuate her beloved home. Her parents also perished during the sacking as well. This event will scar Samir for the rest of her life...

Samir was the sole survivor of the attack on her village and headed into the forest alone, trying to seek shelter. Luckily, she was found by a small group of hunters from the village, who happened to be coming back from a hunt and found her all alone. After Samir told them of the attack, they took her along to Magnolia and rented a house in Magnolia. 2 years later, as Samir was walking in the village, she happened to cross by a member of the guild Phoenix Wing, who invited her into the guild. She gladly joined and trained her hardest to become a powerful warrior. By the age of 16, she became one of the most skilled of the archer magics and is highly respected by many in the guild.

She has been out on very long missions and has been off the radar several times over, with some people even forgetting she even existed. But when she comes back, she comes back gloriously, with her fame and respect still in tact. At least for the veterans that is...

Personality: Very much like Erza, Samir is often described as very strict and often barks at people due to bad behavior or otherwise. Yet unlike her, she is much more kind and gentle, with the fact that her former personality comes in very rarely.

Guild and guild mark location: Phoenix Wing; Left Shoulder

Team Members: N/A

Three Strengths:
1. She is very intelligent and strategic. Great fashion sense must I add.
2. She is very kind and rarely makes any kind of fuss.
3. She has been known to be a great mentor, more on a motherly side in fact.

Three Weaknesses: (Make them Applicable)
1. While happens rarely, she used to suffer greatly from PTSD. She would freeze in place, seeing visions in her mind, and would not move for several minutes at a time. If in battle, then she would be vulnerable to attack.
2. She loves fashion, but hates to see people in non-matching outfits.
3. N/A

Greatest Love: Fashion and her comrades.

Motivation: To protect Fiore from all hostilities.

Additional Details: Samir has participated in a swimsuit magazine as a special guest once. Her favorite drink happens to be green tea.

Main Theme:

[User] Robin listened to Jasmine's request and put his hand under his chin trying to think of a way he could help. The first thing he noticed however was that the Robe may have been a bit too heavy. "Hmm..you seem to be struggling with that..it may have been a bit heavier than I assumed, gimme a sec, love." To remedy that he held out his hands and the blades all carefully moved from their sheaths and onto the ground in front of them connecting. He waited for them all to connect and he stepped into them offering her a hand to join him. "I assume that it feels much lighter now? Come on then, I don't know where a clothes shop is seeing as I'm new here but I'm more than glad to help you find one."

[Assistant]
Sasha had made her way down, moving through the crowd with a recognizable ease, as people allowed her through. She wasn't too sure what to make of the attention, the recognition and the...fame. One brae soul sought to grope her, and at once, Sasha snatched his hand, which would become quite cold. "you want to keep that hand, Sir, you are going to want to make sure it is no where near me" she said pleasantly enough, before moving on, now unhindered as she hurried to Karn's aid.

Arriving just in time to see the stranger removing the lacrima from Karn, Sasha at once threw up some ice walls, containing the stranger, Herself, Karn and whoever else was there, but also subsequently making the stairs of the stadium quite slippery indeed.

"you're going to want to hand that back over, kid." she said softly, wondering where this...bravado was coming from. Perhaps she was merely channelling her edo self. "returning it to my friend" she didn't think the or else was necessary.

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Michael let out a slow breath as Prince seemed to become better, if only slightly. Perhaps moving away from deaths door. "I don't think you'll be walking out of here, quite yet" he said, rising and looking about.'the fact that the whole thing was on display seemed rather...rude to Michael, but there wasn't anything to be done about it

Mean while, Balthazar was watching the confident stranger, and rolled his eyes at the comment, the demon scoffing "Michael wouldn't have left me here if he didn't trust I could handle myself. And if he didn't believe he was right that you have something to do with this. He may seem timid, but you've hurt his friend, so I'd be at least wary if I were you"

There was, oddly enough, affection in the demons voice, as he studied his nails, almost appearing bored.

fox

[User]
"Well, if you need anywhere to train, feel free to join me. I'm going to be out there for the next couple of days." Damian responds as he begins heading out.

"Sure thing Damian." Samir politely responds as she waves, "Nice talking to you too. Hope we meet again soon."

She will remain at the table for only a few minutes, eating the last of her meal, until putting her jewels down and heading on out to the Phoenix Wing Hotel to check up with Marlene.


[System]
Realistic picture:

Blood: Muggleborn
Date of Birth: 06/28/05
Mother: Janice Clocca, Muggle
Father: Richard Clocca, Muggle
Siblings: You're Funny, He was the one mistake his parent's didn't make twice.

History: As a Muggleborn, he of course was completely unaware of the existence of the wizarding world, though he had his own experiences with magic in the past, even if he wasn't aware what it was. His parents are not what most would consider upstanding citizens, who mostly scam and steal from people to make their living and keep their own lives comfortable. They're lazy people that don't want to really work, but certainly don't want to be poor either. This led to Charlie becoming incredibly self-reliant, as he couldn't depend on his parents for anything really. Charlie hence also became incredibly dispassionate about most things, so that even when he was good at something, he never put any effort into it to make himself better. An example of this is that he's actually a pretty clever and intelligent kid, but he has no drive to put that to good use, as he never had any kind of reward for doing so, a hundred on a test made no difference than a fifty to his parents. He can be very sarcastic and rude at times, but only when people are mistreating him. To put it another way, he would never be the first to provoke somebody, but if a person's being rude to him, he'll give them hell. When he found out about him being a wizard, it threw him into a bit of a juxtaposition, because for the first time, it looked like he would be away from his parents, with an entirely new set of people, and that he was special. He may find himself caring about things more with this fresh start, but at the same time, it'll be hard for him to get over the emotional wall he built for himself.

Pet: The boy struggles to take care of himself, you think he can have a pet? Though he may like a cat, he hasn't befriended any creatures yet.

[User]
Charlyn Avalon

Currently in Diagon Alley, Madam Malkin's Robes
Also in the same shop: Cameron (@SomewhatAverage); Talon (@XAnthProper), Callum (@AbysmalDemon)

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Charlyn was in thoughts about all those robes she saw here when a boy with brown hair - must be a first class too - approached her and just started talking.
"This is insane, isn't it? All these wizards and all this magic in just one street. It really puts everything into perspective, don't you think so?"

The way the boy talked gave Charlie a weird feeling. Most 11-year-olds do not talk like this. She looked at him for a few seconds, taking in what he had just said, opened her mouth to reply and -

"Yeah, it does. Even if you're from the wizarding world it is kind of amazing. Sorry for not introducing myself. My name is Callum Elmridge, but you can just call me Cal." Another boy with brown hair, longer than the other boy's though, had stepped to them and just rudely had taken upon the question that was meant ot be for her. He extended his hand and just acted like Charlyn didn't exist.

She then caught his name. "Elmridge?", she said, her voice stating that she obviously knew that name. But she decided to leave any other comment unsaid. She didn't need to make enemies before even boarding the Hogwarts Express.

Instead Charlyn decided to extend her hand to Callum Elmridge. Her father, an open hearted former Hufflepuff, had taught her to always approach strangers with an open mind and no prejudices. For Charlyn, only 11 years old, that was a rather hard task. But she decided to try it with Callum. "I'm Charlyn." She left her last name unmentioned, most people in the nearby wizarding world or those who read the daily prophet knew that Jax Avalon had killed his own 12-year-old brother when he was only 17. And Charlie did not like being confronted with that at all. She hasn't even known either of them.

[Assistant]
Alexandria Marie GladwynnCurrently in Diagon Alley, From Ollivander's to Madame Malkins' Robes
Alexandria grinned as she looked around Diagon Alley, She was excited to be here with her older brother Layton and her Dad. Sure, They had split up, Layton taking her around to get her school supplies. It was amazing, She still couldn't believe magic was real, Her mother doesn't like magic. In fact, none of her school will be coming home with her, It would stay her Grandpa Oswald. Just like Layton's school supplies. Their mother didn't want their younger sister Arabella knowing about magic yet, As far as she knew, Layton and her are going to be staying with their aunts in america for the school year. "Come on Riri, stop daydreaming. We gotta go get your wand." Layton said, As he tugged her hand and pulled her into Ollivander's.

Alexandria gasped as she enter the shop after her brother. The shop had many shelves filled with different wands, she smiled at the elderly man behind the counter. "Well, Mr. Gladwynn it's quite nice to see you again." He said as his silver eyes twinkled. [b][i]"If I remember correctly, your wand is 12"[/b] Reed with a single strand of kelpie hair core, Quite sturdy."[/i] He said. "Yes Sir, I brought my little sister along to get a wand. She starting Hogwarts this year." Layton said, as he gave Alexandria a soft push forward. She blushed, as she curtsied to the shopkeeper Ollivander. "Hello Sir" She said as she straightened up. "Well Hello child, Hmm. well than let's see which wand picks you dear." He said, as he started pulling wands out of shelves and placing them on the counter for her to try. She picked up a wand and waved, Ollivander suddenly pulled the wand out of her. and handed her another. "Nope, the quite right" They went through, a few more wands before one seemed to warm up in her hand. She smiled, as she waved it and sparks came out like fireworks. "Good good, the wand that chose is quite unusual wood and core. They are used as often as once were for wands." He said as he took the wand and placed back in the case. She smiled as he handed the case to her. "That will be 7 Galleons for a Silver Lime wood with Chimera Blood core 11 1/4" and a Surprisingly Swishy flexibility" Ollivander said. "Here you go Sir" Layton said, as he hand the galleons over for his sister's new wand. "Thank you sir, have a good day." Alexandria said, as Layton guided her out the door, She grabbed his hand as they walked down the street to Madame Malkins' Robes.

"Alright RiRi, I'm going to get us some treats from Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour" He said as he twirled her once and pushed her toward the doors of Madame Malkins'. "Okay ToTo." She said as she watched her brother walk away and start talking to some girls in front of Florean Fortescues'. She rolled her eyes as he talked with the girls, hopefully he didn't forget her like the time they went to the mall. She opened the door, and walked into the store. She moved toward the counter, where a group of kids seemed to be waiting for service as well. She tucked a strand of red hair behind her ear nervously, She smiled at them. "Hello, are any of going to Hogwarts as well?" She asked.

[User]
Liliana and Rosa had already been to Ollivanders and Florish and Blotts and got their personalized wands and the bunch of school books they needed for their first year. Rosa was skipping up and down, excited for Hogwarts while Liliana was tired from all of the walking they had done. Liliana was pulled along by Rosa to the next shop they had to go to, Madame Malkins. Their parents were walking behind them and chatting as Rosa ran ahead, pulling Liliana along with her. While Rosa stood outside in awe over the new additions to the clothing line of wizards and witches, Liliana took in the view inside of the store "This store is so stupid" She rolled her eyes. She hated shopping for clothes unlike her sister who loved it. Rosa came here every Saturday to look at new clothes while she was with her father in the library, reading a good book. Liliana saw a group of kids about her age interacting with each other but didn't really talk to them. She wanted to focus on getting this over with. Rosa walked into the store and bounded up to the kids that were around her age and waved to them. "Hello" She smiled brightly.

Hestia@KahleenCuthald@AbysmalDemon@XAnthProper

[Assistant]
Charlie stood at the entrance of Diagon Alley, just outside the Leaky Calderon, not realizing his jaw was literally dropped. The street was bustling with
cloaked men and women, and shops tightly packed into this place that was hidden behind a brick wall. He closed his mouth and swallowed hard, as he carefully stepped into the alley. He felt strangely out of place, as he was dressed in tattered jeans and a old, stained t-shirt. This was normal dress for him and for where he lived, but nobody was even remotely close to this. He felt the coins that he was told were currency jingle in his pockets, given to him as a form of financial aid, as he had not way of paying for supplies himself, and he decided that it was imperative that he get some new clothes as soon as possible. He fumbled for the scrap of paper in his pockets to look for where he should go for new clothes, and to his dismay he saw that there was no shop listed for him to get robes at. He quickly started walking through the street, hoping he'd stumble upon where he was supposed to get clothes. This kind of feeling was foreign to Charlie, as he normally wouldn't care how he looked, but here he felt like a fish out of water, and everything he thought he knew from before was quite evidently wrong.

 Unfortunately for the child, he was unable to find Madam Malkin's, though he did manage to find his way to Olivander's by happenstance. He looked upon the aging building, with desquamating golden letters spelling out "Olivander's: Makers of Fine Wands Since 382 B.C". He blinked, not quite able to take in the age of the store in front of him, as it predated the birth of Jesus freaking Christ, a man who inspired the world's most popular religion. He reasoned that he'd have to enter the store eventually, so now may as well be the time to do so, especially since he had no idea where to go from here. He glanced down again at his clothes, and exhaled before entering the shop.

 The shop had hardwood floors, and felt ancient on the inside, like he was stepping into a completely different time period. He stepped carefully and quietly to the front desk, and was about to quietly call out for some kind of assistance, only for a very old man with... interesting white hair. Charlie opened his mouth to speak, only for Olivander to start speaking.

 "You've come for you first wand, have you?" The old man asked kindly, smiling down at the obviously muggleborn child. He'd seen many children come through in his many years, so he knows one when he sees one.

 Charlie looked up at the man, and nodded, and quietly said,"Um, yes sir" Charlie told him, "But I'm not sure what I'm looking for, or even where to start." The boy rubbed the back of his own head.

 A smile cracked over Olivander's lips, and he said the phrase he had so many times before, "My boy, you needn't worry, for the wand chooses the wizard." He told him and turned to look at the shelves upon shelves of wands around him, "Why don't you talk a bit about yourself, and give this wand a go?" He asked as he started to pull out a wand and handed it to him.

 Charlie was not expecting to be asked anything like that, so he was taken a little off guard as he clumsily took the wand, "My name's Charlie," He said lamely, as he looked down at the floor, and swished his arm around, causing the wand to weakly extrude a few sparks. "And I guess I'm a little thrown off by all this, my families not uh... magical." He said uncomfortably, and looked curiously at the wand.

 Olivander shook his head, and quickly took the wand from Charlie, startling him a little bit, "No no..." He said, and took another wand out, examined it closely, and handed it over to him, "There's nothing wrong with that Charles, keep going." The man said to him, "And try your hand at that one while you do." He instructed, and watched him closely.

 Charlie blinked, as it wasn't normal for people to take this level of interest in him, "There's not too much to tell, I'm pretty boring." He said, and flicked this wand, and it emitted a loud whining noise, before dying down, causing Charlie to cover his ears in pain, but he continued "This is probably the most interesting this I've ever done." He said with a slanted frown.

 Olivander plucked the wand from Charlie's hand and chuckled, "I'm sure that will change soon lad," he said, and figured out which wand was destined for this boy. He grabbed a long box, and handed it to him knowingly, "I believe you'll find this one more to your liking" He smiled.

 Charlie took the box, and reached for the wand inside, "I hope so," He said, and jabbed the wand forward, and a torrent of wind blew forward in the direction he pushed, knocking over a more few wands in the process. He marveled at the one in his hand, and Olivander nodded.

 "It looks like your wand found you," He said, his face lighting up , "Black Oak, twelve and a quarter inches, unicorn tail hair, and quite bendy." He announced, "That will be seven Galleons my boy," He told him.

 Charlie blinked, and turned his head,"Um, what?" He asked, unsure as he reached into the pocket, and produced some coins, "I'm not sure which of these are which," He said uneasily.

 The old man nodded expectantly, and took seven gold coins, and explained, "Not to worry. The gold ones are Galleons you see, the silver ones are Sickles, and the tiny bronze ones are Knuts." He patted him on the back, "17 Sickles in a Galleon, and 29 Knuts in a Sickle." He told him.

 Charlie gave a slightly confused nod, starting to understand, before shoving the coins back in his pocket, "Thank you," He said, and then hesitated, before asking,"Could you tell me where I can get robes?" He asked hopefully.

 Ollivander nodded, "Of course, you'll be looking for Madam Malkin's, it's right down the road, you can't miss it." He told him.

 Charlie nodded, "Madam Malkin's right down the road," He muttered, and turned to take his leave. He stepped out onto Diagon Alley, and walked down the street, quickly finding the shop, and entered, ready to get himself some more fitting clothing