[System]
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation/Preference: Straight, men
Mental Illness/Disorder/Etcetera: Anxiety and Bi-polar Disorder

Personality: Alytra is blunt, wild, and brave. She is never afraid to speak her mind, regardless of any repercussions, and she is nearly impossible to stop when there is something that she has truly set her mind to. She is one of the most stubborn people you will ever meet, and doesn't like to take no for an answer. She is not a sensitive creature. Despite the fact that she suffers from extreme anxiety/panic attacks on occasion, Alytra is honestly a people's person. Being alone drives her a little crazy - well, crazier - and she is a social butterfly who loves to hear herself talk. She's not vain, she just has a lot to say and wants to be heard. This one's a fighter.

Appearance: She is Caucasian, but not ghostly pale, as she has a mild tan and freckles on her face. She has some acne, as do most teenagers, but it's not horrible. Her eyes are dark and almost purple in color, the shade varying depending on her mood and the time of day. Her lips are light and pink, complimenting her skin tone, and her short and spiky hair is a mix-up of dye, black and aubergine (a dark purple). Her attire, like that of all other patients, always consists of white, be it a nightgown or buttonless pants and a t-shirt. No shoes are provided to patients, except for a harmless pair of white shower slippers.

History/Background Info.: Alytra was raised by a single mother for several years after being removed from an abusive home where her father used to reside with them. She has no known siblings, and therefore is rather self-centered at times. She led a fairly normal life up until the point of her abuse, where she began to have outburst and panic attacks that perplexed her mother for a few years until she realized what had been going on. Since then, Alytra's been nothing but a handful to her mother, who decided that she just couldn't handle it anymore and sent Alytra to Remmington's to be "fixed". Alytra has been at Remmington's for about eight months, and has had some altercations with the staff upon attempting to escape the facility before, particularly with Jason.

Favorites/Interests/Hobbies: Alytra is, for some unknown reason, obsessed with dragons. She loves the color purple (obviously), light blue gatorade, and stir-fry. If you feel like getting on her good side, Alytra's favorite candy is gummy worms.

Other/Special: She used to have a pet cat named Bella who was rather near and dear to her heart.

Since everyone else had pix of actual people for their characters, I decided to add my own haha so here is what I'd imagine her hair and eyes to look like :3

[User]
Before the girl could answer, Ezra had already moved to sit down, draping himself over his side of the couch like a long-limbed octopus. Much to his amusement, however, he found it quite the fitting metaphor for his current predicament. His legs almost felt like jelly; like he'd collapse and slump into a heap of nothing if he tried to stand up again. There was no joy in the quiet huff of laughter that escaped him next, but… beggars couldn't be choosers, he supposed. In a place like this, one had to be content with any scrap of levity they could find - even if the punchline happened to be at their own expense.

To the untrained eye, Ezra might've looked like he was off with the fairies, but he was paying full attention to his companion's ramblings. That was the thing about Remmington's, he never had any idea whether the other patients were just a figment of his imagination, or whether they were flesh and blood. Each of their individual experiences sounded so utterly relatable to Ezra that sometimes, he found himself convinced that the whole facility was simply a construct of his own overactive thalamus. He remembered the IV needle sliding under his skin, the drugs skittering across the surface of his brain, and he nodded in understanding. But when questioned by the girl on how long she'd been gone, Ezra found himself at a loss.

"...Beats me." His thoroughly unsatisfying answer came only after a long moment of contemplation, syllables slurring and stretching with a peculiar effortfulness. "I'm as out of it as you are, stranger. What's your name?"

[Assistant]
As she replied, Alytra eyed him speculatively. He just sat there, right next to her, plopped his entitled little ass down as if he'd been invited. She hissed internally and glared at him ever so slightly, pulling her knees to her chest and making sure to leave as much space as possible in between her and her surprise guest of the evening. She was pleased, however, to have the chance for conversation with someone else who was fairly normal - or, at least, what she would consider MORE normal than the typical patient or staff member around Remmington's. Also, Alytra was both taken aback and pleased by the fact that the boy seemed to truly understand what she was experiencing. She noticed that he looked a little wobbly, as well.

"Name's Alytra," she muttered, disappointed by the fact that he could shed no more light on her current situation than had already been shed, "And... You are?" she inquired, raising an eyebrow. Relief washed over her that she wasn't the only one to be at a loss when it came to names here. Alytra was distracted briefly as she saw Jason pass by the Lounge out of the corner of her eye, and she could have sworn that she saw him smile one of those menacing smiles... She quickly focused her attention back on the newcomer once he had passed, however, and waited patiently for his reply.

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Ezra might've been delusional, but he wasn't stupid. He could see the subtle curling of the lip, the way her eyes narrowed as he made himself at home on the couch. It was clear - to him, at least - that he wasn't all too welcomed here. Still, it took him every last ounce of willpower in his being to refrain from pointing out that The Lounge was a communal area. If the girl had truly desired to go down the path of the lone wolf, she'd be better off holing up inside a bathroom stall.

As this… 'Alytra' introduced herself, Ezra spent a few moments taking her in. She was pale, but not quite as much as he was, with a peppering of freckles all across her features. Of course, none of that were nearly as interesting as the purple hair - an oasis of colour in this wasteland. A compliment was right there on the tip of his tongue, though he couldn't bring himself to say it. Not just yet, at least. He wasn't about to get all buddy-buddy with some he'd just met. Especially not with someone who glared at him just for taking a seat.

"...Ezra. It's Ezra." The name sounded wrong between his teeth, and he rued the repetition. There was something dodgy about any assertion one felt obliged to make twice. But it had just been so long since anyone in this hellhole addressed him properly, his name beginning to make the strange transition into a dead language. Ezra was disquieted to realise that the staff had ceased to call him anything at all. He didn't know when or how it happened, but one thing was for sure, this was all because of that bitch, Dr. Remmington. No doubt this was another one of her little mind-games, and that toady of hers, Jason, had to be in on it, too.

Speak of the devil… there he was. Ezra would notice that ugly mug anywhere. He'd heard rumours of what Jason did to the other patients, but that was about as deep as it went. Ezra himself hadn't witnessed anything he did firsthand, though he'd certainly had his own run-ins with a separate kind of degenerate - the closeted kind with cigarettes to spare. For a moment, his mind nearly slips, nails digging into his palm to bring himself back to reality. No, no more getting lost in thought. There were other, more important things to deal with. Like the conversation he and Alytra were having, for example.

"So? What're you in here for, then?"

[Assistant]
When he spoke, Alytra could tell that this boy had definitely picked up on her signals and noticed the way in which she had reacted to his taking a seat near her. His face appeared to display that, although he wasn't too fond of her facial expressions, that he understood. Of course, that was probably a common theme for anyone here at Remmington's. Since all of the patients had their space invaded quite often and without their own consent, Alytra pretty much assumed that the others would feel the same way that she did about close encounters with strangers. Or, maybe it was just her, being "moody", slipping from an exciting "up" state into a dreary "down".... She mentally checked herself and attempted to control the ugly effects her disorder to the best of her abilities, along with the medicine that was flowing through her veins, if it was even the correct dosage/kind.

It seemed, for a mere moment, that he was going to share something else with her, but hesitation reared its head, and instead, there was a brief pause, and then Alytra finally learned his name. It was a lovely name, Alytra thought to herself, the kind that would slip off the tip of one's tongue, if not for the hesitation that he had shown, and the awkward repetition of his name afterwards. Was he nervous? Of what? Alytra could be kind of intimidating, but she wasn't that scary.... Was she? She thought that she saw his palm twitch a bit while she waited for him to say more, but it could have easily been just her mind running rampant, full of unidentified chemicals from the drugs.

"Um, my mom sent me here a while ago. I have anxiety and I'm mildly bi-polar." she confided in him, honestly, albeit a bit begrudgingly. She wasn't particularly proud of her disorders, and hoped that it wouldn't scare him off. Although a bit panicky around people, Alytra thought that she was literally going to die without someone to make conversation with. "Why are you here?" She pried, curious about what such a clean-cut looking guy could wind up here for.

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Ezra's eyes narrowed. Anxiety? Bipolar Disorder? Those weren't exactly things that got you committed to a mental institution, much less one like Remmington's. For a fleeting moment, he couldn't help but feel a sense of commiseration well up inside him. How long had she been here? Needless to say, Ezra had his own woes to wrangle, but there weren't many things in the world that made him feel this way. The abuse of power was something he'd always been wary of, and they had the audacity to call him crazy because of it. No one deserved to be in a place like this, no matter how incorruptible and virtuous they set themselves up to be. He knew better.

"Psychosis and BPD." Ezra stated, quite bluntly, voice monotonous with disinterest. His face was a mask of detachment, but if one looked closely, they'd see a flicker of uncertainty. Up until this very day, he still wasn't sure whether or not his suspicions were completely unfounded. Hushed voices and lowered gazes, those were the things that greeted him whenever he walked into a room at home. But he supposed that wasn't the only factor that led to his confinement; more like the straw that broke the camel's back, really. He still remembered how he stuck his head into the oven hours before they dragged him here - and he was so close to blacking out, too. The memory brought a wry, feeble smile to his lips, as he continued. "I tried to kill my family, and I guess they were tired of me trying to kill myself all the time."

Ezra would be lying if he said this revelation wasn't cathartic, and there was a sick sort of excitement as to how the girl would react mixed in there, as well. The therapists in here were useless - all they did was smile, nod, maybe scribble down some bullshit on a clipboard if they were feeling particularly productive that day. It was like talking to a brick wall, or rather, confiding in a goldfish. The therapists seemed to forget about everything he'd said by the time the next session rolled around. After a few months of this repetition, it was much easier for Ezra to simply clam up, and wait for the forty-five minutes to be over. With Alytra, though - or any other patient in Remmington's, for that matter - it was different. There was something of a mutual understanding between them, even if they'd never actually spoken to each other up until now.

"They tried to keep it hush-hush, but you might've seen it in the tabloids, once or twice." He vaguely recalled a headline splashed across the cover of OK! Magazine, and it would've almost been amusing, if not for its tastelessness. "I think it was something like: 'The Pinkertons: Richer Than God, But They Can't Hide The Crazy!'. You know, that might actually be my personal favourite."

[Assistant]
Alytra could see Ezra eyeing her up, taking in her response, but the look on his face puzzled her. What was that? Anger? Confusion? Disbelief? She hadn't the slightest clue as to what he was thinking while she gave him her answer. She studied his face for a moment more as she considered talking, but decided that she would let it slide, not wanting to push too hard, as she would usually be so inclined to do, because he was a complete stranger, and although she didn't believe in the need for any barriers when it came to unveiling the truth, she figured that she would wait a little longer before becoming demanding and self-righteous... If she could manage.

Her eyes widened as he seemingly proudly proclaimed that he had attempted to murder his own family. "Well, Ezra, that is a rather intriguing tale. I, too, have wanted members of my own family to drop dead. The self-mutilation bit, however, I will never understand. It's not really my style." She was blunt and couldn't help it, but she still hoped that her response wasn't too curt to the point of actually hurting her new-found acquaintance's feelings; on the other hand, here it was almost impolite to go beyond surface level. No one ever did.

"So," she continued, somewhat intrigued, "You're a rich boy, eh? You must be realllllly rich, or famous or smart or something to get your name and story headlined like that, and the way that they put your family's last name out there makes it sound like most of the free world knows who you are. And no offense, I do not. And I certainly haven't "seen it in the tabloids".... I've been in here for about eight months." This last bit hit Alytra closer to home than she had imagined it would, and she tried not to let her face falter. She would keep her cool for as long as she could, at least in her current company.


[System]
Age: 17
Gender: female
Race: Human

weapon: Ichaival - Is a upgraded Multi Variable Assault Rifle customized to fit any situation it ranges from a sniper, machine gun, to a long barrel rifle(bladed). It has been modified to fire condensed dust bullets creating different effects depending on the dust cartridge. When in active it takes the form of a iron plated briefcase that is carried by a black leather strap. Formerly known as Byakko Ichaival has went through numerous upgrades overhauling the the weapon to perform better under stressful situations. Due to the strenuous events during missions caused damage to the inner workings of byakko. With the reworking of Byakko Cian was forced to make numerous changes as to best use what she had avaliable being able to add a shotgun form to the weapon as well.

Specialty: ranged support/gunslinger

Semblance: Her semblance is a more defensive oriented one in which it allows her to create a cyan colored honeycombed shaped shield to protect herself and others from life endangering attacks. The barrier though is powered by her resolve and the more she wishes to survive and or protect others the stronger it becomes. Though in theory its a absolute defense she can only keep it up for so long.

Personality: Cian can come across as rude at times if not a bit standoffish. She often prefers silence to loud noise though has been making strides to socalize with her fellow peers more often. With that said she has a soft side that is often seldom seen she doesnt like to but when push comes to shove she is more than willing to step up to the plate to deliver. Cian can be called stubborn refusing to quit doing things till she believes she is done this can lead to her overexerting herself at times to a point that isn't healthy. Due to incidents in her past she has a fear of faunus that she is slowly starting to get past but it is a slow progress in the long run.

Color: cyan

Emblem:

Appearance:

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Sapphire Rode - Airdocks
Sapphire rolled her eyes. She wasn't exactly surprised to know that Gren was aware of the significance of her last name. Fact was that she was surprised that more people didn't recognize it, especially at a school for hunters. Janus Rode was a known name here. She'd seen it on several awards and an old team photo from a long past graduate year. The fact that Gren went at her history so bluntly was a bit of a shock. She sort of thought the boar faunus had a bit more tact than that, though she probably wasn't the best person to be speaking of tact.

"You're right Gren..." Sapphire said looking out into the blackness of the lake. "I don't trust you. I don't know you, past the fact that you're a decent cook and a good fighter" which was admittedly high praise coming from Sapphire. "Nothing I've seen of you gives me any inclination that you're someone I should be confiding in." Sapphire turned to face him. There was an unusual fire in her eyes, something some would describe as wounded pride.

"There is something you should know though. You're not some tool in my arsenal, your my teammate which clearly means a lot more to me than it does to you. It means that you're my responsibility, it means that I have to look out for you and more than anything it means that we go through everything together. What it doesn't mean is that we're friends. That is earned. Being teammates means that when one of us is down the other three are there to pickup the pieces, it means that we have each others backs, first, last and always. But if it's not relevant to what we're doing at Beacon then it's none of your business. Unless it will effect how well we function as a unit then it's off limits. I let you have your secrets, and you leave mine alone."

Sapphire's concentration had slipped during her lecture of Gren. Normally she kept a vigilante eye on her surroundings at all times, searching for threats and targets. Now that she was done her surveillance returned to normal and the first thing it picked up was the other kid, Ebon staring at her with an evil eye. Sapphire tore one of the daggers from its sheath on her forearm and approached Ebon. "You got a problem?" She said in a voice that was deadly calm, the dagger's point pushing towards Ebon's neck, forcing him to take a couple steps back towards the cliff's edge to prevent being impaled. "Cause if you do, you better say it now." Sapphire snarled. She'd been all set to have a care free night but Gren had rather spoiled the mood with his talk about her family name.

Lakebed
The R-Types stirred something as they approached the pile of treasure. Shiro who was the only one of the four close enough to be detected was so full of bubbly enthusiasm and determination that it was almost impossible for the Grimm that lived deep inside the lake to get a good grasp on him. At least at the moment he lacked any sort of significant negative emotion that would draw its attention. The R-Types on the other hand were a different story, they were sending out an aura signal, presumably so that Ebon could detect them easily but that beacon combined with the fact that they were made of a rich alloy drew the beasts attention. This particular Grimm was old, old enough know to avoid humans on principle but still young enough that it would attack any that came near it. It used the metal it collected at the bottom of the lake as a sort of nourishment. It was an Ogdoad, an giant acid spitting frog, it ate the metal, using its acid to distill it down to basic elements which served to intensify the potency of the acid, a self fulfilling cycle. The more complex the metal the more desirably it appeared and the R-Types were at this moment looking like its next meal.

There was a loud grumbling roar from inside the underwater cave that Shiro was only now noticing. The rock shook under the weight of the creature and the water churned far more rapidly. A huge mass shoved itself through the opening of the cave and a long slippery tongue shot out snaring one of the R-Types on its barbed end. The drone thrashed and struggled but it was stuck. The Ogdoad pulled the tongue back inside its mouth presumably sending the R-Type down to be digested by the potent acid of its stomach. It screamed again agitating the water around it as it aimed for the second R-Type.

[Assistant]
Abel Fulgurate – Airship Docks

After receiving a bemusing and noncommittal response from Sapphire, Abel opted to leave her alone and make his way toward the airdocks to find the others and hopefully get the party started. The evening wouldn't last forever, after all, and now that he'd pledged himself to having a good time Abel was determined to make adequate use of every second.

On the way, he began to feel a strange and uncomfortable sensation in his pants. At first, he dismissed it as one of those random feelings, but the second time it happened the guardian reached down to investigate. He slipped his hand into his left-side pocket and in short order encountered a bizarre object which he then attempted to grasp a hold of. Now stopped completely and standing in the middle of the hall, Abel slowly withdrew a long, wriggling, furry shape from his pocket and a few seconds later finally identified, to his very great surprise, exactly what it was.

Fun!

"Oh, hi, Scoot. Rooming with me today?" Abel held the ferret beneath the arms, just the way the online guide said how to, and watched the little beast's bottom half stretch down ward. "Wow, you're like a living slinky. Don't tell any of the others, but at this point I'm pretty sure you're the best thing ever." He put the ferret on his shoulder and started walking again, grinning as Scoot nipped gently at his ear. "Seriously, I never knew little weasels could be so great." Now more or less happy, Abel continued on toward the airdocks.

He beheld Gren, Cobalt, and Ebon, waved, and then stood off to the side to wait for things to start. With Scoot around, he had something to occupy himself as he stood by, and did not in fact notice when Sapphire, Delta, and Grane arrived. The conversation between Sapphire and Gren went totally unnoticed, as important as it was.

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Gren Orchid

Gren let the topic of Sapphire's family go for now, getting her to speak a decent paragraph to him. She likely doesn't like him very much now, but at least he opened the door to further potential. Abel was soon arriving, but before he could greet his friend Sapphire turned her weapon on Ebon, which honestly confused Gren. Unaware of Ebon's telepathic powers Gren was worried that he might have annoyed Sapphire to the point that she was looking for blood now. "Whoa whoa whoa! I know Ebon can be an ass but what's this all about Sapphire?" Even Grane arrived to this unfortunate scene, and Gren needed to quell it quickly somehow. He couldn't quite just ignore Sapphire, knowing thinking that it may be his fault for getting her riled up like this. And he certainly didn't want Grane and the others to start fighting amongst each other right now. "Well hey, looks like everyone is here! Some of us were having a hard time waiting, but now that the guest of honor has arrived we can head into the city. Just got to wait for the next airship and I'll take you around town. Let's head over there, and we'll take about where we're going to hit up first."

[Assistant]
Krysthane: Gym + Duel

Krysthane grinned and muttered under her breath, "Won't I?" As soon as Emerald left the ground Krysthane leapt into the air herself, propelling herself upward with a mighty jump, aided by a powerful jet of water, along with a quick reduction of her own gravity. Since Krysthane had already been prepared to jump before Emerald was and since Emerald had to get both into the air and over Krysthane, Krysthane should be able to intercept her easily. And she did so by using her arms to flip herself forward, bringing her back leg into a powerful axe kick aimed directly at the center of Emerald's chest.

This was already exciting, Krysthane waited eagerly for the solid collision of her boot with Emerald's aura. Then, somewhat belatedly, she realized that she may have over-committed to an attack when her opponent could easily move into the air and could quite possibly move out of the air. Oops?

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Benjamin Lloyd (BASL Dorm)

"Look, Lor," Ben paused a second, as if reflecting on what he'd done. Thinking about what he had said. No, no that didn't work. Bad nickname. Back to the drawing board for everyone except Amy. He still had no idea what nickname to derive from 'Sangue', and 'Lorena' wasn't much better. Lauren was more casual, but no shorter. And BASL's leader was off track now. He shook his head once, refocusing and fishing another energy drink out of his nightstand. "Lauren."

"We're not going to find anywhere for that on campus. If we're going with that plan, we'll have to hop an airship to Vale." He glanced at the time on his scroll. "They run pretty much 'round the clock. We can make the next one if we want. Can run the few errands we have to do. Pick up some more painkillers. Get food. I don't think we've done a team burger run yet."

[Assistant]
Robert Fallson - The Lake

The red-haired teen impacted with the water, causing quite a large splash. Robert stayed submerged for half a minute before sticking his head above the water and spitting it out like a fountain. "Only now, after already having had the lake water in my mouth, did I just realize that this might not be the cleanest source to drink from. Oh well, can't do anything about it now," he said. Taking a huge gulp of air, the boy dove back under the water. Unlike Shiro, he didn't have anything to keep his scroll dry so Robert left it with the rest of his belongings at the top of the cliff. With no light source and no re-breather, he was left with only one option, staying near the shallow ends of the lake.

Checking the shallow ends of the lake was boring and tedious work, but Robert didn't mind. It was certainly annoying that he had to swim back to the surface for air every minute or so, but just knowing that he was helping his friends was enough for him to not care. Since he didn't have any form of communication available to him, he had to keep looking at the blurry figures that were the other students checking the lake. It was when he looked to check on Shiro that he saw it. A large tongue shot out from the dark and grabbed one of Ebon's drones. Robert didn't know what type of Grimm it was, but a tongue that huge would have to belong to a pretty large Grimm. The redhead swam to the surface for another gulp of air before diving back down, this time toward Shiro. He wanted to fire his weapons at the Ogdoad, but even if his weapons weren't still unable to fire thanks to the fight with Megaladeus, the tiger-faunas was way too close for Robert's comfort.

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Cian Kuze - Range

Not turning her head to the senior that was also in the range Cian replied as she took another shot "I haven't seen anyone here since I got here sorry I couldn't be of more help." With that said she looked forward and decided to switch it up standing up she changed targets to moving boards representing different grimm with a few to represent civilians. Switching to the long barrel mode she let shot after shot hitting each grimm at a proposed weak spot when she could. This was actually just her getting into a small competition and no longer about testing the goggles. Though on that thought she was hitting a majority of the targets with these odd shots because of said goggles.


[System]
The Fire Within The Ice

 As far north as north goes, there lies the crystalline city of Talii, populated by the reptillian Kirkos and the Laeros, a group of snow elves who have long held the north. The Kirkos and the Laeros used to be mortal enemies, destroying each others land and waging an endless war. Peace was eventually made when Paxillus, one of the last remaining dragons, descended upon them. Using the intelligence of the Laeros and the force of the Kirkos, they slayed Paxillus, and made a treaty. The ice queen Mallea married the Kirkos king Jarvos, and they bore their first child.

 The birth of Saaria nearly tore apart the peace of Talii. She was a strange mix of elf and dragon, and soon sprouted wings. (Kirkos sometimes grow wings, however they are simply aesthetic, and Kirkos cannot fly.) People began calling her the dragon child, or the demon of the north. She was locked deep within a dungeon after she first shapeshifted partially into a dragon, and destroyed a large portion of the castle in confusion. The citizens were terrified of her, of what she might do if she were to be free. The peace was uneasy, the races beginning to divide once more as Saaria lay isolated in her dungeon, unaware of the world outside of those four, dark walls. Nobody truly trusted eachother again,until the birth of Saaria's little sister, Lillia. She was truly a perfect blend of Kirkos and Laeros, with beautiful elven features, and scales outlining those same features. She restored the peace once again, unifying the two races,and all was well in Talii.

 Until a few years later, when Saaria broke free.

Lillia Morgossa
The Light Within The Dark

(Note: Lillia has horns and a tail, and her jawline and arms are graced with the occasional scale)

 When Lillia was born, the city of Talii took a collective sigh of relief. She was nothing like the monster her sister had been. She was a fair creature, a blend of Kirkos and Laeros that was more Elven than Draconic, whereas her sister had been more Draconic than Elven. Lillia is known for her immense beauty. Even though she is only 15 years old, she is one of the fairest creatures in Talii. She often freely roams the streets without guards, as all the people in the city love her. She will someday take over as queen of Talii, but in her mind, that seems far away.
 Until Saaria broke free.
 She didn't harm anyone on her way out, she simply scared a few people. But now that the demon of Talii had been released, the peace that Lillia embodied was once again uneasy. Her mother fell ill soon before Saaria escaped, and her father's warmongering against her older sister makes out Saaria to be worse than the infamous dragon that united Lillia's people in the first place. She'd heard stories of her older sister since she was little. People said she wasn't even humanoid, that she was deformed and monstrous. But Lillia had seen her make her escape. She looked relatively normal, despite her off-putting red hair. How can she protect someone she doesn't even know, when everyone else thinks they are a monster?

 Lenkai is an assassin from The Sept. He is one of the lower class citizens of Talii, as his hair is a brown instead of a fair white/blond. He was recruited to The Sept when he was arrested for poaching as a ten year old. He has spent ten years training with them, but still has much learning to do. Lenkai's special ability is the true reason he was brought to The Sept. He can see the world through the eyes of animals, making him a useful scout for the priests. He has a bond with The Sept's hunting beast Feiris

 (Note: Feiris is almost entirely covered in scales, and has a long, lizard-like tongue)

 Feiris was a jungle cat "blessed" by the fairies that The Sept worships. His true origins are unknown. He can breathe a toxic gas that will knock people out if inhaled directly. His claws are as sharp as swords.

 Vagner's sister, she is loved by everyone in the village. She begs the heroes to search for her brother, whom she knows is alive due to her powers. Nerissa can see things in her dreams that nobody else can. She senses that her brother is alive, she can feel his life force, can feel that he is being held somewhere by the enemy. The enemy seems to target her as well as her brother. Her, Adam, and Adam's father are the makeshift leaders of Unterosten.

Adam is Nerissa's fiance, and one of the makeshift leaders of Unterosten. The people look up to him because of his skills in the field. He has killed many Taken, and saved countless lives in the initial siege of the port town. He lives for Nerissa, and all he wants is to be with her. He originally came to the village from the dark elf city, where he was a noble. However, his father got a job in Unterosten, and they moved east.
 Places

 Talii, the crystal city of the north. Inhabited by the reptilian tribal Kirkos, and the snow elves (Laeros), the city is a mostly peaceful place. They are governed by the council of Talii, and The Sept, the Kirkosi religious group. The widespread belief in the city is that fairies blessed the crystals that the homes were made of, causing them to light up in the darkness. The Laeros believe it is because of a fluorescent chemical found in the crystals, but The Sept stands firm with their beliefs. Underground, however, lies a web of secrets, with Saariandara Morgossa somewhere near the center.

 Unterosten is a small town-like place that houses about 100 total villagers. These people took refuge in an ancient temple in the jungle as the Curse began.

Unterosten used to be a peaceful coastline town, until the Dark One descended upon them. Originally it was thought of as a plague. Strange marks appeared on people who claimed to have been attacked by a beast, and then they disappeared shortly afterwards. The mindset changed after the Taken rose back to life and attacked the small town, killing most of its population. The remaining villagers fled into the woods, led by the town's strongest wizard to a fortress in the woods. They stayed there, until the wizard himself was marked, and vanished from their midst. The town now lives in paranoia as the Taken descend upon the temple each night. The Dark One appears within the city each full moon, and marks anyone it sees. The Marked transform at night, their skin shimmering and vanishing, leaving them walking, talking skeletons. They still have their memories, however, once they are killed, the mark spreads, and they become one of The Taken, skeletal monsters who attack anything they see.

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Coastal Vigils

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More horns signaled more arrivals. Today was a busy day for the Vigils. Yet so far, only one new charge had earned their action. The robed skeleton had already met two natives.

And though it seemed unlikely he would, he could not be permitted to ever leave the Continent.

One Vigil ventured forth to carry out the deed.

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Gerald Pithers

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"WE AH IN SEARCH A ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES, FAIRY-RICHARD." Gerald replied, "AN' OI BE UNFAMILIAH WIT DA LAYOUT A THIS FOREIGN LAND, SO WE WILL 'AVE TO SCOWEH THE AREA FOR A SUITABLE AVENUE WOT PEDDLES 'EM."

The trio came about an elevation of rocks, with a few lamp posts jutting from between the crevices. "AH, SOIGNS A CIVILIZATION." Gerald said, climbing over the lowest hurdles. "LET US ASCEND THIS NATURAL STAIRCASE SO WE MAY-"

He was interrupted as one brighter rock jumped upward before him. Gerald paused as a looming figure stood before him. Pale blue skin, rags, and the iconic shell-head.

A Vigil.

"AH, YET ANOTHA JUNGLE INHABITANT." Gerald called out, "BE YOU INTERESTED IN AH PURSU-"

A dark, undulating tentacle arose from one of the holes in the Vigil's head, and swiped at Gerald's before he could finish his inquiry. The skeleton fell back down the rocks, onto the sand near Saaria and Cia. The Vigil wasted no time in vacating the area before the other two could react, jumping up the rocks and disappearing into the jungle.

The slimy residue from the tentacle settled on the side of Gerald's skull, forming a bumpy spot of brown, writhing like a little mass of tentacles. He slowly picked himself up off the sand.

"WOT IN BLAZES..." He called out, darting his vision this way and that.

[Assistant]
Saaria fell to her knees next to Gerald.
 "Reechard!" She yelled. She shook him wildly, unsure of how to revive a skeleton. Maybe fire would wake him up. She sucked in a deep breath, her chest and throat turning an orange-red color as she readied a fiery exhale.

[User]
Cia

Cia watched the vigil attack with amusement. "I think he's fine umm... I never got any of your names now that I think of it." Cia said realizing she didn't know the name of either of them. "Well, I'm Cia." Cia said introducing herself, giving a slight bow above each of them. "And mr. Skeleton, are you going to be alright?" Cia asked. She didn't bother to stop Saaria as she didn't see the fire harming the skeleton as bones weren't all that flammable.

[Assistant]
Gerald Pithers

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"WAIT, WAIT, HOLD YA BREATH JUNGLE-RICHARD, I'M FOINE!" Gerald called out, raising his hand to Saaria's mouth, inciting her to cease her incoming barrage of flames.

"EHHHH..." Gerald said, shaking his head, then turning towards Cia. "OI'M FOINE, FAIRY-RICHARD. JUST A BUMP ON ME..."

He felt the mark on the side of his skull. "OHHH, CANNY..." He said, "WOT AN UNPLEASANTLY-TEXTURED BLEMISH THAT TALL BLUE FELLA BEQUEATHED TEH ME." He got back up on his feet and continued, "AH WELL. I'LL ASSESS THE DAMAGES TEH ME NOGGIN ONCE WE FOIND A MIRRAH, IN A TOWN I HOPE BE OVAH YONDAH."

He turned and restarted his ascent up the rocks. "ONWARD, ME RCHARDS. GERALD REQOIRES 'IS ANNUAL INTOXICATION RITUAL." He called out.

[User]
Saaria looked confused as Gerald stood up. He had an ugly bump on the top of his head, almost like the bumps all over the backs of the lizard folk back in her hometown.
 She looked at Cia.
 "Me name Saariandara. You say Saaria." She tried to explain. She then follower Gerald up the path, still staring at everything around her, trying to make sense of what the world was about.

[Assistant]
Cia

Cia gave a sigh, atleast one of them had answered with their name. "So all you want is booze? Fine let's get moving, but I expect a name Mr. Skeleton, or else I'm gonna start calling you flower butt." Cia said hoping he would give her some for of an answer about that.

She started to fly forward again hoping the others would start moving as well so they could get to this town. She had her satchel with her with some rather odd objects within it. Most of them crystals with multiple abilities. She also had a small glass vial inside of it. It was filled with medicine that she had been taking since she was a child. She never actually knew what it was for, only that whenever she forgot to take it she would pass out and wake up somewhere else entirely.

[User]
Gerald Pithers

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"THE NAME'S GERALD, FAIRY-RICHARD." Gerald called out behind him as he climbed, "GERALD PITHERS."

...

After the trio had ascended past the rocky climb, they moved further through the jungle until the trees began to turn twisted and barren. The ground beneath them was charred, with patches of dirt becoming more and more common.

"EHHH, THE SCENERY 'AS TAKEN QUOITE THE UNFAVORABLE TURN, 'ASN'T IT?" Gerald said aloud.

They went further along, seeing stacks of smoke in the distance. Weaving past the trees, the ground beneath them turned to cobblestone. They stood before clusters of dilapidated houses, some barely holding while the rest were piles of rubble. Lanterns and campfires in the rubble were posted all over. And among it all, there were men. Ragged, savage-looking men wearing tattered clothes and cloaks of fur.

They seemed rather oddly oblivious to the trio's presence. Many were seated near their campfires. Some were sharpening their weapons. Others were stumbling about, staring blankly into the distance. Quite a few of them seemed obscenely larger and more brutish than normal humans.

And many of them were mumbling to themselves.

"WELL NOW." Gerald said, looking around, "LOOKS LOIKE A PLACE WITH A DECENT CHANCE A HOUSIN' AN APPROPRIATE DISPENSARY A ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES. LET US COMMENCE THE DISCOVERY A SUCH AN ESTABLISHMENT."

And forward Gerald ventured ahead of his companions.

[Assistant]
Saaria stared in awe at the village. It was so different from Talii, and vastly bigger than her cell. She ran over quickly to a random brutish looking man, leaning over close to his face. She stared at him with wide eyes for a few moments before initiating conversation.
 "I am good. How are you today!?" She yelled. She was bent over in a compromising manner, although her relatively innocent mind didn't realize the implicationS of all the cleavage her prison robes were exposing to this random man.


[System]
Age: 20

Birthday: May 16th

Magic: Crystal-Make: This form of caster magic, more specifically a molding magic, allows the user to solidify their magical power into a crystalline form and create structures out of it in just mere moments. These structures can be used for a diverse range of uses and are easily switched by "recycling" the crystal used to make an object and adding the appropriate amount of crystal to another. The user may also switch their surroundings into a crystalline state for brief moments before their magical power is consumed and, unlike Ice-Make, doesn't have separate branches, but rather, it can be used in any manner and all is dependent on the users imagination. The user also has the ability to wield and use any kind of natural crystals and gems in their surroundings, ranging from quartz, to jade, to ruby, to diamond and the like, each having different strength, properties, weaknesses, and abilities. Some crystals can be used to counter-act against different element attacks.

For example:

Pink quartz is the main crystal Marlene uses and while strong in its own rank, it's not the strongest crystal. It has no special features.

Jade has high defense against grass, wood, and earth based attacks. However, it is weak against fire and lava attacks.

Ruby has high defense against fire and lava attacks, and can even absorb them to add power to the user. However, it is weak against water based attacks.

Aquamarine has high defense against water attacks and is resistant to many fire-based attacks. And while it can resist ice attacks for a short while, it eventually will succumb to freeze.

Diamond is the strongest crystal ability in Marlene's disposal. It's often used in Phase 2 Attacks (Look below) and is known for unleashing powerful beam attacks and almost impenetrable shields. However, due to its rapid energy depletion of the user's magic abilities, it's often used in a final attack or a final ditch effort to save someone from a powerful attack, and vice versa. It's even strong enough to resist Etherion for a minute and a half, or so it has been recorded.

There's only 2 phases of attacks, the first concentrating more on melee and weapon attacks, and the second being projectile and beam attacks (while also keeping all phase 1 attacks).

Phase 1 Attacks Include:

Crystal Make: Sword: In this technique, the user creates either a single or multiple crystalline blades which possess remarkable cutting power.

Crystal Make: Javelin: In this technique, the user creates a large, sharp, spear in which it has a large amount of piercing power and can shatter through many defenses.

Crystal-Make: Floor: This technique creates a floor made out of crystal, which is highly slippery and has almost no friction. This makes it very advantageous against ground mages, though the user is immune to the effect, allowing him to take on these opponents easily.

Crystal-Make: Punch: In this technique, the user's fist of their choice transforms into a large crystaline-fist(s) of the user's choice and can deal a good amount of damage to those who are weak to the crystal's ability.

Crystal-Make: Shield: In this technique, the user creates a shield of crystals of the user's choice, which can reflect or absorb an element that is weak to the shield's element. If absorbed, the element goes to the user, allowing her to charge up in that energy.

Crystal-Make: Bow: This technique is one of the few Phase 1 projectile attacks. Here, the user wields a bow and can fire several crystal arrows of her choice at her opponent.

And a ton more...

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Phase 2 attacks are much stronger and drain energy much more quickly then Phase 1 attacks. To save and/or even collect more energy, the user prepares for Phase 2 via a special magic spell known as:

Crystal-Make: Phase 2 - Energy Towers: In this technique, the user can summon various sized crystals of the user's choice straight from the ground, usually up to 4. They are usually quite large, highly durable, and provide a ton of energy for the user in a 1 mile radius. This opens the gate for the user to create Phase 2 attacks without the worry of rapidly loosing power. If broken, theirs an hour cool limit in order to make another one.

 Phase 2 Attacks Include:

Crystal-Make: Beam: This technique allows the user to create a powerful beam from its hands, made of the crystal of the user's choice. It can be a devastating move if it hits a mage that's weak to the ability's element. This can come in small laser-like blasts, to large kamehameha-like blasts, depending on the situation and energy level. Beams can be used either with one or two hands.

Crystal-Make: Arm Cannon: This technique allows the user to create a powerful arm cannon that can unleash a volley of crystals at the opponent.

Crystal-Make: Crystal Barrage: This technique allows the user to levitate crystals from the ground, up to a hundred at a time, and unleash them on its opponent, the larger ones causing large explosions after hitting a solid object.

Crystal-Make: Gunlance: This technique is the same as the lance, but is significantly more powerful and can shoot opponents at point-blank range.

Magic Level: A

History: For as long as she can remember, she was always in love with sparkly things, especially if those sparkly things were gems. Marlene was born in Magnolia Town to a healthy middle class family and was obsessed with jewelry and gemstones. She would often visit the nearby Jewelry shop and browse at all the shiny gems, sometimes even begging her parents to buy some for her. Despite such obsession, Marlene was a good person, who was friendly, out-going, and a determined student. In fact, such determination lead her to become a mage based off what she loved most...

However, that was just merely a 'happy' accident. When Marlene was 9, she and her family went on a caving exploration to a massive cave, filled with many different kinds of crystals and gemstones, all in different shapes and sizes. She even said that, 'it felt like I was in heaven and that [she] would love to stay in that cave for all of eternity.' Yet what she was not expecting was touching a rare gem, a rainbow colored one, and giving her the magic ability: Crystal Make, the power to mold and create objects specifically out of her obsession.

When Marlene's parents found out, they were at first concerned that she may take her powers a bit too far. However, with Marlene's self training and control over the years, her parents are now much more relaxed. When she was older and much more experienced with her powers, her parents suggested that she should join a magic guild, with the closest and most popular one being Phoenix Wing, and use those powers for a greater cause. Marlene gladly accepted their suggestion to heart and moved in to become a powerful mage for Phoenix Wing, where she has remained ever since.

Personality: While obsessed with all things gems, Marlene is a good person, who's very friendly, caring, social and out-going to her friends. While sometimes showing her goofier side, she is incredibly determined to get any job done and save the lives of anyone and everyone.

Guild and guild mark location: Phoenix Wing; On her back

Team Members: None ATM

Three Strengths:
1. Determined
2. Smart and strategic
3. Usually comes prepared

Three Weaknesses:
1. Her energy towers, while incredibly durable, are not invincible. If one destroys a crystal while Marlene issues a Phase 2 attack, it can take a massive chunk out of her energy. If all crystals are destroyed, then she will not be able to use any of her Phase 2 attacks.
2. Sometimes, her determination can lead to her downfall against a much stronger opponent.
3. Without her glasses, she cannot see correctly (though she can make and copy a new pair for herself).

Greatest Love: Jewelry and gems (duh).

Motivation: To become a powerful mage and to establish peace.

Additional Details: She also happens to adore cats. In addition, when determined, its been said that her eyes glow a bright green the more determined she is.

Ready For Battle!

Determined To Win!

[User]
Marlene Evangeline

Marlene chuckles a bit at Enma's response.

"It's cray-cray actually haha," she responds light heartedly, "And sure while I don't usually drink, this will really help me recover from this crazy~"

But as she was walking beside Enma, she happens to look to her right... and see Nolan. And what was Nolan doing? Kissing a girl that is! Now Marlene would normally ignore anyone kissing someone else... but this is Nolan.

"D-day..."

And for some damn reason behold, she's not only getting... should I say, 'hot'... but also kinda mad. I mean, literally mad. And that anger is rising! And I'm sorry, I don't know WHY! And even she doesn't even know why. Her eyes begin to grow a bright emerald green, almost covering her whole pupils. She clenches her fists as she starts to shake slightly in several violent jerks.

"W-W-Why am I a-acting like thi-this?" she thinks to herself as she struggles to control herself, "Why am I l-like this w-w-when I see t-that Nolan guy k-k-kissing that g-girl? W-what is this f-feeling I-I'm...?"

See. Even she doesn't know. But now her emotions have taken over. And almost like a stone-cold zombie, she sneaks past the crowd and approaches the two. She comes behind Ariel and looms ominously over her, her pupils' solid emerald, her aura intensely prominent, and her fingers squirming around to touch and bring death to anything they touch.

"HELLO... BITCH. WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING?" she growls ominously as she looks down upon Ariel in a stare that would almost paralyze anyone in her gaze.

[Assistant]
@Lmpkio
NOLAN and ENMA

Nolan's eyes widened as soon as he realized what he was doing and his face flared up once again. What was his mind and body doing going on autopilot like that?! His first kiss too no less... "Oh god, I am so sorry Ariel. I couldn't control myself...these stupid vexing feelings. I know your magic is influencing my actions, but that isn't an excuse." He sighed, his fingers ran through his hair as he tried to gather his thoughts. Showing a rare soft smile he said,"Still...I guess under these circumstances I'm glad that at least my first kiss was with you and not some random person, charmed or not." His eyes widened against as he realized what he just said. "I mean it's still not okay that I kissed you like that nor telling you to take responsibility for what you did. Er, the kiss didn't feel bad, but erm, crap I'm only digging a deeper hole for myself aren't I?" Nolan took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. There wasn't a need to be so anxious. This will work itself out in the end, right? There had to be a silver lining to all of this.

"Listen, perhaps this is the charm talking or I'm really am going out of my mind, but maybe this is a blessing in disguise? It would be just about impossible for me to form romantic relationships or whatever you want to call his so maybe...Gah, no it wouldn't be fair for you to do that. I don't want you to force you into it if it's out of guilt or a sense of duty. That would only make us both miserable. Nolan heaved a heavy sigh and rubbed his forehead with his right hand. "I think I'm going to need a strong drink la-" A sense of dread shot through his entire body as he saw rage incarnate standing right behind Ariel. Wait a minute, wasn't that Marlene? What the hell was up with her and why did she look like she was going to murder Ariel.

Quickly he stepped in between them and kept Ariel behind him. Ariel was completely defenseless now that she had lost the ability to use magic for who knows how long. Judging by the choice of words Marlene picked he could guess that she was beyond livid with her at this point. "What in the hell has gotten into you Marlene? This isn't how you treat someone who's a member of your own guild!" The embarrassment and bewilderment from before had been replaced with Nolan's trademarked icy, cold son of a bitch attitude that he was known for.

Meanwhile, Enma stood with Gabriel still and scratched his head wondering just what had gotten into Marlene. "Huh, I wonder why she ran off."

[User]
Ariel
@Lmpkio
Nolan was babbling again it seemed. At least not he actually knew what was going on, not that he had any control of himself it seemed. He apparently was conflicted about the situation. While that was something Ariel expected she did not see him ever suggesting that this was a good thing. Like he said, it could be the charm doing the talking. So she had to take everything he said and did with a grain of salt.

While trying to work out what to say a sense of doom came over her. Turning around she saw the glowing green eyes of Marlene. She looked half crazy and Ariel suddenly felt quite small. Who the hell was this and what was her problem? Reaching behind her Ariel tried to find her chain whip but apparently didn't have it. Right, she didn't have it on her when she was teleported. Great, without that or her magic she was pretty well defenseless. However Nolan seemed to come to the rescue by stepping between them. Letting out a small sigh of relief it appeared that this was someone new to the guild. Likely just a misunderstanding, hopefully.

[Assistant]
But Marlene didn't listen to Nolan as her eyes were fixed straight on Ariel. She was pissed. Half-crazy? That's a total understatement. More like, BAT-SHIT crazy! Her hands begin to turn into crystals as she prepares for combat. Her inner mind is telling her stop, but her body and outer emotions refuse to listen.

"THAT WOMAN IS A TRAITOR!" she begins to growl, raising her voice, "SHE'S TRYING TO KILL YOU! ALLOW ME TO SAVE YOU NOLAN!"

And it was there... that hell breaks loose. Marlene's fist begins to retaliate as it would miss Nolan's head by a few inches, headed straight to Ariel's facial region. If Nolan would try to retaliate, his hand would most likely be accidentally destroyed by such an incoming force. It was then that Marlene would leap over him and lunge at the other woman like a savage tiger!

"GET AWAY FROM HIM YOU BITCH!" she roars as she starts a fight at hand.


[System]
Age: 16
Affiliation: The Hero Brigade
Wish: "I wish to be cool just like my big sister!"
Soul Gem Color: Crimson

Powers:
Akame's magic is not as flashy or as extravagant as her fellow Magical Girls, which bears in part some irony given her wish. But these are only her private thoughts on the matter as her peers are often left baffled by the nature and manifestation of her powers. Akame sacrifices magical prowess in exchange for an incredibly enhanced physique, bolstering up her strength, endurance, speed, and durability all around.

Secondly, she is followed around by a constant cloud of rose petals wherever she goes. She can use these petals as razor edged knives for projectiles or as bombs to detonate. The number of roses do not decrease as she fights, giving her an endless supply of projectiles in battle. Aside from this though and her increased physical nature, she is not able to use her magic for much else.

Weapon:
Akame's weapon comes in the form of dual cutlasses each stained the color of blood. As her magic goes mostly into improving her physique, these blades hold no special nature to them aside from being regular swords. Even so, her drastic increase in speed and power more than make up for her lack of magic, giving her the edge to cut down foes before they can react accordingly.

Personality:
Bright, bubbly, and cheery, Akame is the near-perfect poster girl of what a Magical Girl should be. She's always there to support her teammates firsthand and will never back down in defending them. As such, it's not hard to guess her actions sometimes as Akame will try to follow the morally correct path as much as she can, to the point of appearing naïve.

She does become self-conscious at her own nature however, always worrying if her personality can come across as annoying or off-putting. Even so, she is a firm believer in a positive mindset and will always put up a smile for others even if she doesn't want to. She likes to think she's come to terms with being a Magical Girl and if she's going out, she'll at least do it with a smile.

Bio:
Not much can be said for Akame's life before becoming a Magical Girl. In fact, she doesn't remember much about those times aside from the fact that she was incredibly unhappy. Unhappy and bored. Always living in the shadow of her older sister, Akame felt she had to compete with her in some way to feel self-worth. The worst aspect was that she often agreed with what others said of her, Akame feeling like she was an inadequate sibling.

So when she found out her beloved older sister had become a Magical Girl, she jumped at the chance in a vain attempt to be brought to equal ground. The Contractor did not hesitate in granting her wish and gifting unto her new magical powers. And although her older sister greatly opposed this notion, the deed had been done. That was nearly two years ago.

These days Akame has grown a little smarter and aims to train new Magical Girls. Her relationship with her sister has admittedly grown more unstable in all this time but she made her choice a long time ago. Now she's devoted her life to hunting down the Primordials of her precious Miso City and defending the future for those yet to come.

Or so she likes to think.

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~Theme~

[User] Rose felt her hand being crushed be Elise. Rose tried to squeeze back but once she realized she would lose, she pulled her hand away. "That was very lady-like of you, but I guess that is just who you are. I wouldn't like you any other way." Rose rubbed her hurting hand. She did not know why she cared much about it. If her hand been crushed, it would have just mended herself. It would have hurt badly but it would have been fine. "I admit you are physically stronger than I am. Just goes to validate my reason for choosing the Urumi as my weapon. I have not aged a day. No, minute since I became a magical girl. My body now regenerates any wounds and it maintains my appearance. I cannot gain or lose weight even if I wanted to. I cannot get physically stronger like you can. I can however focus on magic. You however can get stronger. I would be honored to see you do so. Now, You seemed to have recovered your strength. Do you think you are up for another fight? The others are or should be fighting a Primordial as we speak. If not, we can go back to the party. I do kinda want to finish off that tea now that I do not need to share."

[Assistant]
The moment Rose withdrew from Elise's grip the red girl grinned. Her sides were still aching a bit, but she was back, no doubt about it. Rose said she liked her, which was the first time anyone said that to her. She blushed before she realized what was happening and then scoffed and turned around with her arms crossed as an attempt at keeping up appearances. She was accepted for what she was, and that made her happy inside, as much as she didn't want that to show on her face. Elise turned back to Rose after having recomposed herself as she explained herself being timeless; again, not a big revelation, but nonetheless interesting to think about. While being immortal would be great in terms of getting to fight for an eternity, there wouldn't be any growth in strength like she mentioned, which was something Elise valued even above brawling, and wouldn't give up on anything in the world.

"I could go for a fight, but if you want to sip I'm down with that too." Elise decided to throw all the decision making on Rose; she was part of the group who orchestrated this all so she'll take responsibility for it too. Besides, she gained a bit of humility after her defeat and decided not to deliberately push her luck and charge head-on to another battle the first moment one would reveal itself, unlike previously.

[User]
"No you wouldn't," Chiyo said loud and clear, her words directed to Miyako with a smile. "No, you would have assumed you had the ability to destroy it, only for the Primordial to reveal one final trick that you couldn't have possibly predicted. And then you would be killed in a most brutal fashion. And Natsuko-san here would be cursing you for stupidity."

The dark haired girl glanced at Akame, who was now transforming out of her Magical Girl attire. She was blunt, that much was noticed. And the smile-which came off as a bit arrogant-was off-putting to say the least. Still, she had saved Nanako just at the last second and that was good enough.

So why did Akame feel strange being around her? The answer was quite simple. It was because Chiyo waited until the last moment to step in. She didn't recall the girl helping out at all in their battle just now, though that was probably because the others had weakened the Primordials before they arrived. Even so, it felt odd at the most.

"We're leaving," Akame announced, turning on her heels and picking up the two black stones left behind in the dust. Seriously, what use were these things for anyway?

"Komatsu-san, please carry Emiri with you. I know it would mean a lot to her to see your face first when she awakens," Akame said before leaping away in the direction of the school.

"Let's go too Nanako-chan," Chiyo said, offering her hand.

Back at the school, the Contractor watched Elise and Rose interact with a blank expression. When the others arrived back, Akame gave it the black stones. Apparently it was a food source for the creature as it opened up the mark on its back to take in the stone.

"Good work everyone! We're one step closer to completing our goal," it praised.

[Assistant]
It was so quick. So frightening. As always, it all happened so fast. Though, Nanako tried her hardest to heal Emiri, she never took into account that the Primordial would attempt to attack her. If Chiyo was less than a second slower, she would most likely, no longer exist. The sight of the monstrous beast from then on began to sit in the back of her mind. The breath of the primordial... The drips of its froth splattered on the ground in front of her.

Chiyo stopped the Primordial from killing her. From ending her young life. The shock of that event, shattered Nanakos' transformation, reducing her back to her small human form. Her small pigtails flopped down past her head. Sudden tears formed. Small drops from her little eyes fell dripped on the ground. Rubbing her eyes, Nanako thanked Chiyo for saving her.
Nanako held Chiyos' hand when she reached out.

"I'm sorry... Thankyou... Thankyou so much for saving me Chiyo-san...I don't know how I could ever thank you properly,,, *sniffle*"

[User]
Miyako frowned as Chiyo countered what she had said with a smile. Seriously? Did she not just see that whole thing? What was she going to have to do to prove to these people that she wasn't just some wet behind the ears rookie like Nanako? Apparently killed a Primordial like that and having the backing of the Contractor himself for her status wasn't enough, so she'd just have to come up with some other method to get the respect that she deserved from them all.

"Geez," she said once Chiyo had finished, her attention fixed for now. "You make it sound like I'm a one trick pony or something. I could have handled whatever other tricks that Primordial pulled out." Not that they would ever know now, but it was her certain belief that that would have been the case. The Best Magical Girl in the World would not fall so easily as that, that much her confidence said.

She then glanced over at Akame, nodding at the instruction. "Sure thing," she replied as she sent her weapon away and picked up Emiri. She followed after the others, carrying the fallen magical girl bridal style for ease of transport and for the sake of the injured girl she had to support. Any other method wouldn't really help the wounds she had. Which was why Miyako hadn't shifted back, since she didn't want blood on her normal clothes. That was a reasonable worry, at least to her.

They managed to arrive without incident, and Miyako strode in with a grin. "The conquering hero returns," she said aloud before looking for a good spot to put Emiri down. "Oh, and the Primordials had a thing for support types," she added as way of explanation. Still, she would definitely call it a success.

[Assistant]
Rose was surprised that Elise actually left the decision up to her. Rose knew Elise would not be able to handle another full fight, but Elise was wise enough not to charge into battle for the sake of battle. This would be a good lesson for Elise to learn. Rose had already decided to go back to the tea party when the other magical girls came into veiw. Rose smiled, "Well, Elise, Looks like their isn't a fight after all."

Rose waved at Akame to get her attention once she landed on the roof, "Hey, How did the fight go? I held down the fort here while you were off. We did come under attack, by a Primordial. I was able to defeat it." Rose's eyes wandered to the other magical girls. The others seemed to be in good health. Her eyes stopped at Emiri, "What happened to Emiri?!"

[User]
"Seems like it," Elise responded neutrally once the others arrived. It seemed like one of the older girls was beaten; the one who never introduced herself but Rose called her Emiri. She was the one who seemed really childish for her age, if her costume and rabbit slave was any indication. And the kindergartner seemed to be shaken by the ordeal. What an incredible twist, she sarcastically thought to herself. She's going to be so useful with her crying.
Elise didn't have much to say on the subject until a certain loudmouth decided to pollute the air with her voice:

Elise had an expression of annoyed refusal to believe what she heard. "Really? Looks like Miss Perfect doesn't have a perfect score anymore, seeing as how you let her bleed like that. So much for being the best," she added in a mocking manner, before she returned back to being serious. "But still, the Primys are dirty cowards for targeting weak opponents first. I spit on them."

[Assistant]
"Don't you worry about it Nanako-chan," Chiyo said happily as the group of girls leaped away from the battle scene. The boundary placed forth by the Primordial was shattered, gone from sight and existence. Arriving back at the high school, Chiyo placed Nanako down before giving her hair a quick tussle.

"The fight went about as you can imagine," Akame reported back to Rose. "Emiri used up a lot of her magic so she'll have to recover overtime. That means no fighting for her until she's well rested."

She then turned to Miyako before saying, "I apologize for the inconvenience. Please, wait a little longer for Emiri to join us again before training. I know she's been waiting for an experience like this for a long time."

Akame smiled, both at Miyako and the newly recovered Elise. Striding up to the crimson Magical Girl, she bowed her head slightly. She could guess that Elise would brush off her apology, probably even proclaim that she enjoyed their battle. Still, it was good manners to state her apologies all the same.

"Forgive me for battling so roughly against you," Akame put in. "Please understand that my actions in battle do not reflect the emotions I have now. I hope we may still work together with your training alongside Rea."

As flawless as always and it seemed even the environment had to agree with Akame's words. The rain had stopped pouring and the sun made its presence known to the world; a vibrant rainbow appeared in following of the rain. The sight was nothing short of beautiful.

The Contractor remained silent, though he did cast his gaze briefly to the newly assembled group of Magical Girls.

"Oh my. What a lovely way to end our first day spent together," Chiyo commented. "However, I'm afraid I won't be enjoying the coming tides for much longer."

"You won't join us then?" Akame asked.

"Oh, I didn't say that. I still have every intention of becoming a member of our new team. It's just that I'll be gone for the next few days or so. You see, I have some business I simply must take care of in Mitakihara Town before settling in Miso City."

Mitakihara Town?


[System]
Age: 20

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Appearance: Standing at about 5'9" tall, Tiral has a fairly average build for his age, which is kind of strange considering how he's perpetually surrounded by the other Iron Rose Knights who seem to be much sturdier than he. His light brown hair is cut short, but has found a way of remaining a shaggy mess that barely avoids his eyes, even while he is wearing armor. More often than not, though, Tiral opts to avoid the usage of any large plate armor or metal armor, instead only wearing stronger equipment over his vitals and leaving the rest under regular leather garb. His sword will often times be sheathed at his side, ready for combat at a moment's notice.

Personality: Tiral is... Actually fairly deliberate for a knight, if not somewhat bored by the peace of everyday life. His journeys at a young age meant he was already able to experience life in the real world, and since then the dusty old libraries that the mages hold in such high regard have been... Well, fairly dull. This doesn't mean that he isn't devoted to his work, but rather that he does not wish to learn anything unless he finds it interesting. Even so, his patience when it comes to such things is unparalleled. Or maybe it's just the fact that he can slap some ice onto people's mouths when he's trying to focus. That too.

Brief Backstory: Having been orphaned a young age due to an illness that wiped out the rest of his village, Tiral was taken in by a priestess of Mayon who was moving with a group of travelers to bring aid to those in need. Though he was never explicitly religious, he greatly appreciated the efforts put forth to save his life, even then. As he grew up alongside these people, the priestess soon found that Tiral had an aptitude for magic. With a recommendation from her (and the goading of those around her), Tiral went off to the capital to further his studies of magic. Sadly, the monotonous life of a studying magician was not quite what the then-young boy had expected of magic.

It was then that he heard of the Iron Rose Knights, whose feats were oft recorded in the books he was forced to pore over. Deciding that the life of a knight was much more entertaining than the life of a magical scholar, Tiral packed up his things once more and went to join the order. Learning the sword came about as easily as magic did to him, but the combination of the two (and his somewhat strange insistence on learning both at once) made him particularly noteworthy among that year's recruits. Since then, Tiral has been honing his abilities, both magical and physical.

Equipment: Other than his rather 'unique' set of armor, Tiral wields a shortsword and a small ceremonial dagger. While the sword is standard-issue, the dagger is mainly used as a catalyst for some of Tiral's larger spells. It may be used as a glorified kitchen knife, but he'd probably never stand for that. More often than not, this dagger is tucked away in his shirt or under his breastplate, but it never leaves his person.

Skills: Contrary to many of his peers, Tiral has chosen not to solely specialize in the way of the blade; rather than just being proficient with his shortsword, Tiral is also proficient in the usage of magic in combat. This magic, focusing mainly on the manipulation on water and ice, has become particularly noteworthy for those who are particularly religious. He, quite frankly, just sees it as sort of a coincidence; his specialty being water does not mean that anything was pre-ordained by the gods.
Probably.

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Tiral stared at Marianne with an incredulous look as she asked for his aid. His hands were already sort of tied right now, given how he was not exactly in a position to cast much anything else unless he wanted to risk going unconscious in the middle of the battlefield. At the same time, though, with his goal having already been achieved by now and the bandits mostly routed, the mage responded with a nod and a somewhat-strained smile as he drew his dagger from its icy sheath.

"I shall... Do my best."

What he was not expecting, though, was the spear of lightning that his fellow knight had formed right in front of him. The heat was astounding, melting the ice near where she had anchored herself nearby. How she could stand retaining such a spell... Well, given how Tiral hadn't ventured out further past his current repertoire, maybe it would be in his best interests to learn what caused this phenomenon. Later, though. That would have to come later.

The fight against the Captain's enemy was over in an instant; once the spear of lightning had launched, it was as if it became an unstoppable force, easily plowing through the man's chest and leaving nothing but a burnt hole in its wake. Tiral winced at the sight; how brutal. Unforgiving.

But somehow satisfying to see.

"Well. That was... A spectacle. Could do with some more speed in the incantation, though..." Tiral mused to himself as he extended a hand to help Marianne down from the log. There seemed to be a bit of electricity floating around her in terms of spark, but surely that was just a trick of the light, right?

[Assistant]
Sult bit her lip, as she watched the effect of her little trick miss her mark, but not entirely. It was all a moot point, though, as both the undead and Sir Garret restarted the assault with renewed strength, as if two wild beasts smelling the blood from a wounded prey. She snapped her head at her surroundings, noticing a cold draft enveloping the trunk.

Wow, certain ice jerk is really useful to come around. She pondered, wondering briefly how many people she would have to offer displays of gratitude today. Better make a list or something. It was then when a second sensation crept up in the back of her neck, as she stiffed slightly and huddled against Fanilly, shielding her captain once more with her body. Her eyes peeked at the figure of Marianne, reading something that seemed more overcompensation than any spell proper.

Well, looks like you're done for. I love when I don't have much to do! She thought, but for a second she shielded Fanilly's view from the gory explosion. She was a captain, but that wasn't something kids should see. Heck, not even adults should see that.

"Woah, Sparky. That um...was impressive. It almost makes me feel like stealing a kiss from your maiden's lips!" Sult publically anounced, while crouching down and quickly reaching the ear of her captain.

"Well, captain, we somehow got through. We need to regroup and report. And there is that piece of museum who will keep judging you, so do your best gameface and give them praise, asking for a report aswell. Hang in there, okay?" She whispered, probably crossing several lines while doing so. It didn't matter. She was the dead last of three girls and four boys, and never had a little sister to counsel. "We'll talk later." She said, before unfolding and releasing the captain from her protection, her face quickly assembling in her slightly smiling of a visage.

"That was a BIIIG rat." Sult whistled to everyone, looking at the corpse. "Oh, but sir Garret, you're wounded. Stupid rats and their fangs, yes? But you're kind of a good sport...so maybe Sult has a freebie for you."

The knight damsel advanced upon the barbarian, and winking slightly, she recited.

"O Lady of the Sun. Bathe thine children in thy divine light, and banish the decay upon this body." Her hand started to glow in a warm gold, and the wounds began to close in the sculpted physique of the barbarian. Although it seemed somehow that her hand lingered far too long in some parts, aswell.

She then flicked her hair, proud of her handiwork. "I normally hate showing off my priestess training, so consider yourself fortunate."

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That was disappointing. There was no other way to put the way that bout had ended, though with the number of people involved it was inevitable that he would have been brought down so easily. The battlefield never allows for a fight to be savoured. To be sent to hunt something down alone once again...

The church seemed to feel no need to call on Tyaethe for any other obligations and so she shoved it to the back of her mind, taking stock of the battle winding down. Someone had put the tree out, interestingly, which meant they might have proper magical support in the future rather than these tricks. To make sure any bandits still fighting on the other side of the trunk realised how little chance they had, the undead knelt and grasped the knight slayer's body, hefting it before shunting it to the other side of the tree. They could pick it up in a few minutes if Fanilly wanted to take proof.

One of the newcomers seemed to have shielded the captain from the view. A strange choice but, with the number of people cut in two today, probably not an unwelcome one. Tyaethe continued to emulate a statue and watched her for some reason come over. The grey-armoured knight twitched at the unnecessary battlefield flirting... but the healing was interesting. Priestess training? Maybe the order wasn't entirely devoid of the faithful after all.

Now that things were finished, however...

"Captain, I would prefer it if you did not send me to a separate flank in future. Had this bandit been armoured..."

[Assistant]
Marianne Delacroix

Prior to the fall...

Having seen her chance as Sir Garrett and Dame Tyaethe reengaged with the blood-lusting boar of a man Jeremiah, Marianne cocked back her arm and took her proper casting stance as she truly finished her incantation.

"In the Goddess Reon's name, I pray!
Steady my hand!
Let my aim be true!
May my enemies fall before me!

Lightning-bolt Javelin!"

With all of her might she launched the mighty spear. With another explosive blast that mimicked a thunderclap heralding its flight, the spear of light screamed and screeched through the air as it rocketed towards Jeremiah like a furious demon. The aftershock leaving behind a trail of disrupted winds that threatened to blow Marianne off of the tree that she knelt on and forcing her eyes shut. Her long black hair flapping and fluttering in the wake of the spell. Opening her eyes at the exact moment the spell found its mark, she felt a burden lift off of her shoulders. With a relieved sigh, beads of sweat freely dripped from her as her vision began to swim.

After the fall...

With trembling hands, Marianne very carefully tugged her 'white' gloves back over her fingers. Reattaching the white veil to her hair as sparkles of electricity continued to arc from her body, wreathing her figure in a semi-protective barrier. Breathing ragged and heavy, her vision faded in and out more and more as the spell had drained much of her mana. Her head pounded painfully as the world around her spun. She should've known better than to cast that spell after an extended engagement with the bandit forces. As black shadows edged the peripherals of her sight, Marianne reached out to grab at her sword to use as a tool to help steady herself on the tree. Looking up in the distance, she heard a female voice call out to her but she couldn't make out the words clearly through the fog and haze of her muddled senses. Though, Sir Tiral was closer and she was able to somewhat hear him more clearly. Turning her head to see his offered hand, she smiled slightly and reached out to take his hand.

Her breath left her and her eyes shut closed as she fainted.
Falling off of the tree and straight into Sir Tiral.
Body still crackling and snapping with remnant arcs of lightning.

@AtomicNut

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Tiral's eyes widened momentarily in shock as he noticed the young woman beginning to collapse. Mana exhaustion...?
Well, there was no other logical explanation, now was there?
Chastising himself for even wasting a moment more, though, the ice mage bit his lip and moved over to catch the falling knight in his arms rather than with just a single hand. Regardless of his state being not too far off from Marianne's own, it wasn't as if he could allow needless injury to happen right in front of him. Needless to say, he wasn't quite prepared for what was to come.

Almost as if some omnipotent being was having their fun with him, the residual electricity that he had been seeing remnants of had NOT, in fact, dissipated. With his arms now conducting the rest of the energy, it took only the slightest of contact with his arms before Tiral felt an intense pain coursing through his body. To say nothing of the water in the area making things any less painful, but with his strength as it was it would be a miracle if it didn't cause him to scream. Only by forcing out a last bit of willpower did the mage keep his voice in check, and though his legs staggered under the increased weight (he REALLY wasn't hit for any sort of heavy-lifting!), he had to at least put the girl down gently.

"Ah... Mana exhaustion. Only reason why I didn't rush into battle sooner. That spell... Too inefficient in terms of consumption and incantation time. Unless she trims that thing down, it'll leave her a sitting duck in the future..." he grumbled, carefully leaning Marianne's unconscious body against the frozen log before slumping down himself. He hadn't a clue how to speed up the recovery process, but... Well, time healed all wounds, right?

"...Yeah. Just gonna... Sit here a bit until they call me up. Got enough just in case we need some emergency barriers, so I'm not completely dead weight... Yet," he stated quietly to himself, as if justifying his actions now. "She'll be awake in time for us to get out of here. Hopefully. I'm not strong enough to carry her back..."

With a sigh, Tiral flicked his dagger to free it of any remaining water before slipping it back into its usual place. Cleanup wouldn't take too long, given how everything had turned out...


[System]
Talent:
SHSL Cross-dresser

Gender:
Taka is a male persona, Taya is a female persona.

Appearance:
Taya / Taka has amber eyes and waist-length beige hair. They stand at 1m69 and share the same general build, but the similarities end there for whatever persona they don at the time.

Taya leaves her hair untied and lets it flow freely. She also wears just enough makeup to make her eyes, nose and lips look a little smaller but not enough to make you notice she's wearing any at all. Her style of clothing is very much everything she deems cute, with the clothes she prefers always being some kind of sailor or school uniform. On her feet are always pumps, never any heels or sneakers. Black skirts and white blouses are her go-to standard, although she actively avoids showing too much skin so she can hide herself. Her voice is rather high pitched and clearly feminine.

Taka, on the other end, dresses more masculine. He ties up his hair into a low ponytail so it doesn't stand out as much as Taya likes to have it, but still applies makeup. His makes it so his jawline is more pronounced and make the eyes stand out, giving Taka a more imposing and hostile look as opposed to Taya's cuteness. He often wears brown & black male school uniforms and suits to hide his body in, but his shoulders are noticeable broader than Taya's. He also likes to wear very business, or just plain old-fashioned, shoes. His voice has a medium pitch and is clearly that of a male's.

Personality:
They act differently based on the persona.

Taya is a very sweet and gentle person who has everyone's best interests at heart. She can be a bit of an airhead and doesn't pay much attention to detail, but her bubbly attitude makes her very sociable and tolerant. She's very easy to get along with and it takes quite a bit of effort to upset her, but her trusting nature also makes her naïve. She prefers to think with her emotions rather than her head, so whenever people start fighting Taya will try to act as a mediator and defuse the situation.

Taka, on the other hand, is foulmouthed and abrasive. He'll constantly try to push everybody away from him and dislikes interacting with other people. He's a very logical but also nihilistic thinker, constantly pondering about everything and everyone. He's got his head on straight, but is relatively easy to anger if you get confrontational with him. He has an easier time concentrating and thinking logically compared to the Taya persona, but his lack of social skills make him a terrible diplomat.

Backstory:
Taya/Taka have practically been cross-dressing since birth. Even back in Kindergarten, they'd dress up as a male one day and a female the next. At first the kids thought they were twins, alternating one day after the other, but as Tsuin grew older people started to realise it was the same person dressed in different outfits. The female persona always garnered a lot of attention and was doted on by everyone, while the male persona was often left ignored and even bullied. Still, they soldiered through life and had nothing much to complain from when it came to their parents, as they were very accepting of the nature of the cross-dressing. Their life wasn't particularly exciting, but the family got by and was relatively happy with each other.

Other:
N/A

Name:
Ayu Usui

Talent:
SHSL ???

Gender:
Female

Appearance:

(source)

Ayu is pretty short, standing at only 1m52. Her jet black hair is just shoulder-length for the most part, but her front bangs are cut so it doesn't fall in front of her eyes. It's already hard enough with glasses covering them at all times, so Ayu doesn't need to have her sight messed up further by being unable to look at what's in front of her. She likes to dress in very loose clothing, sometimes even a size too large for her, which gives the girl a very baggy look to her. Her skin's fairly pale compared to most people, showing that she doesn't come outside as much as others. Her eyes are always unfocused and staring off in one direction or the other, giving her a very dazed look at almost all times. Her voice is also very soft and almost a little strained, but the pitch fits for someone of her size.

Personality:
Ayu can't seem to settle on one particular mood. She's often daydreaming or staring off into space and talking to her is always a shot in the dark. It's hard to tell whenever she's having a good or bad day, so her reactions to people approaching her can vary wildly for no seeming reason. In truth, she's a very deep thinker and doesn't like to be disturbed from her thoughts, except when they take a turn for the worse. Since she concentrates on thinking so hard, though, her face is always blank and empty as she forgets how to emote.

In general, Ayu is a serious individual with an extreme amount of apathy for those around her. She's more of the loner type and won't hesitate to speak her mind if people are annoying or upsetting her, preferring quiet solitude as opposed to crowds or having lots of friends. She'll try to be polite, but her way of thinking is abstract and incompatible with most people, so she won't notice whenever she says something strange or rude. Ayu is also too stubborn to realise when this happens, so getting an apology out of her only serves as an exercise in frustration. She doesn't actively try to be hostile or unfriendly, but her extreme boredom to the things happening around her usually come across as this anyway.

Backstory:
Ayu is a child born into a wealthy family, with her father being the CEO of a popular soft drink manufacturer. She's their only child, and is raised to take over the company once she's old enough. She's always avoided her parents, caretakers and the resident butler though, namely by hiding around the mansion she was living in. It didn't accomplish much, but she had peace and quiet.

Ayu was mostly left alone in schools too. Whenever kids tried to interact with her, she'd pretend to be busy or have something else to do. It was never true, of course. She just disliked social interaction and wanted to be by herself. The lessons were boring to her, but she was able to keep up without any issues.

Her life's been pretty boring, honestly.

Other:
N/A

Name:
Momoe Mizuno

Talent:
SHSL Smuggler

Gender:
Female

Appearance:
Momoe has long, grayish black hairs that reach all the way down to her wait, mostly unkempt. She only keeps her right eye open at any time, with a cross-shaped scar running through the left one. Her right eye is a hazely brown, and a bag of exhaustion are permanently stuck underneath it. Momoe also likes wearing a long, torn duster that looks to be a size too large for her, coloured in a slightly lighter tone of gray compared to her hair. She still stands at a respectable 1m75; taller than your average woman, but not gigantic.

Her mediocre assets are well hidden beneath the chocolaty brown button-up she wears underneath her coat, but only the right half of it is tucked into her pants while the other side lazily dangles out. Said pants are plain and the same shade of gray as her duster, but again a size too large as well. It's elevated on the right side and slightly sagged on the other, but with a black belt wrapped tightly around it to make sure it doesn't fall off completely. Momoe walks around in sandals, with some plain white socks to keep her feet warm.

Personality:
Momoe doesn't have much patience for other people. She's rude, blunt and always walks around with a rotten expression on her face. She's mildly foulmouthed, but is above petty name-calling for the most part. Talking to Momoe leads to her one eye constantly watching you like a hawk, as she's very on-guard and quick to judge people. Trying to get on her good side can be difficult as she's inherently suspicious of people, in part thanks to her talent.

Momoe isn't afraid to call someone out. That isn't to say she's going to chew your head off for merely talking to her, though. If there's some benefit to be gained from talking to someone, or someone has a skill or item she could make good use of, Momoe can be a surprisingly reasonable and lucid individual. It's just that most people bother her with so much 'useless shit' that it caused her to become so toxic and hostile.

Backstory:
Momoe grew up in a pretty bad household. Her father left her before she was even born and her mother often neglected the girl growing up. She often snuck things into the house and hid them somewhere, or stole something from her mother to share with the people she met at the local station. One of her friends was Kei, a sort of big brother figure to her. He was a working adult, as far as she knew anyway, and looked out for the girl while she got him alcohol and cigarettes she nabbed from her mom. Kei always helped her in a pinch, but wound up being a bad influence in the end.

Any other information you'd like to share:
Momoe smokes, and seems to have an endless supply of the damn things on her at all times.

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She nodded slightly at Ginshi's statement about the fact that they can't lose control now, this wasn't the time to just randomly accuse people of murdering someone. We have to find the real killer together even if they have to go through the lies, tips, and mistakes of the real killer. It didn't occur to her sooner that Aurel, the ultimate Thief, would know more about this lock or at least give them some kind of detail they would have missed and could be of great help for the investigation.

After the small discussion about the fact if Taka killed Noami or not she cleared her throat a little before speaking up. "If you don't mind me coming in between your conversations." straightening her back and adjusting her skirt a little to calm her nerves for speaking up she continued. "We can already confirm that Snow, Taka nor Ryuma have a possibility of killing Noami if I heard it correctly that is… Only leaving 12 of us that could have killed her."

Her big blue eyes focused on Hisakawa as he talked about the time where the murder could have occurred. "Let's see… I'm sure this happened during the nighttime. Since our Monopad says that the time of death was probably between 10:00 PM and 7:00 AM, the beginning and end of nighttime." She glanced over to Monokuma for confirmation but kept her focus on the investigation when she came up with a small solution to find more information about the time of death.

"I want to propose something to all of you. What if we start by telling each other what we did during that time… This may sound super silly and obvious, you may think, 'Yeah sure Yukimori, but the killer could lie about what they did during that time?'"

She sighed and continued "Yes, I know. I thought about that too, believe me. This is where the handcuffs come in handy… they have partnered us all up with someone right? Leaving us alone with that person for a whole day, besides the 20 minutes you could unlock the handcuffs. That time resets during nighttime… So going over who used their 20 minutes that day won't be useful. But what might be is a small sketch of what you did during nighttime and if you noticed anything weird about your partner or things around you that might help us further with the investigation."

With this, she grabbed her chest lightly, while she breathed out calmly. Hoping that this would be helpful otherwise she just pulled all her courage together to give this speech for what? Nothing... At least she tried, right?

[Assistant]
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A finger twitched, an eyebrow raised, a feet tapped the floor. It was all Snow could do to contain herself from going all out when Momoe and Taka insulted and accused her. They had already proven to be trouble-making brats, but pointing their barbaric tendencies at Snow just made her feel gross. As she glared daggers at the two, she took a step back from the counter. The conversation went in all kinds of directions to prove her innocence, but she didn't need help; didn't want it. and Aurel and Maiya trying to white knight her didn't score any points either. Yet when Maiya spoke again, Snow just had to comment on it.

"Tinkerbell, you cannot be this Gullible." She sighed. "Of all the things to ask, why this trivial question? I can tell you right now that I was asleep during the night, and good luck finding a different answer from the others. Even if they were awake, telling us all now only makes you more suspicious!" In tune with her pent up frustration, she raised her voice as her arms started moving to her words. "And don't even try asking about the 20 minutes rule, because every single one of you is dense enough to continue sleeping like a sheep as your partner uses their 20 minutes! Like, my god, it's like you're trying to derail the trial when you know that our lives are on the line. You do know that right?" Not feeling ready to settle down, she took another breath and pointed her finger towards Momoe. "And don't you dare say something witty and obnoxious again! I am sick and tired of your attitude and if you can't behave like a proper lady, just stay back with that cross-dressing prick and let us get out of trial alive!" Releasing all the stress, she breathed out slowly and crossed her arms.

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Taka's eyes twitched, his legs shook. He couldn't help but respond with shock and appall. "Crossdressing pri-?! What the fuck is wrong with you?!" Taka snapped back at Snow. While he was busy fuming hard enough to put an entire industrial district to shame, Momoe calmly tapped her finger on her chin.

"Tinkerbell's got a point..." she calmly responded, a wry grin on her face. "You may have been sleeping- but I didn't. Isn't that right, Aurel?" she posed the question. Momoe didn't give him much time to reply though, instead opting to continue her little retort: "Neither of us has slept a wink ever since the cuffs cropped up. We were too busy lovingly staring into each-other's eyes- I just can't get him out my mind!"

As Momoe snickered, Chikako shouted from the other end of the room. "So, what of it? Couldn't you guys have separated while everyone else was asleep?"

"Not even for a moment. Betcha if I tried, the thief would just follow me around like a puppy anyway. Can't say I blame that lack o' trust though," Momoe replied. "That knocks down the suspects list by two, yeah? Let's make it three, though, just for the princess. Shirou," Momoe leaned forward, her right elbow resting on the counter. "you like doing some exercise in the morning, right? I saw you from outside my cabin. Far as I could tell you didn't come anywhere close to Naomi's."