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Age: 12

Appearance: Black mid-length hair swept to one side, green eyes, a sarcastic smirk and a smug demeanor.

Personality: Terrance is good at pushing people's buttons. With a sarcastically smug attitude and a large vocabulary, he is an easy person to either like or hate. He doesn't generally try to irritate people...though when he sees someone whom he doesn't like, or just seems overly snappish, he generally will just for fun. He loves a good challenge, and when one comes up, his expression will change just a bit...his smirk will become less sarcastic and more predatory, his eyes will narrow, and he will try to beat that challenge by any means most expedient. He may also come across as cocky at times. These things said, he can be a good and loyal friend, and although he may seem like an annoying, self-centered SOB, you can rest assured that he has your best interests at heart...right beside his own. :) He prefers black muggle jeans and hoodie to robes, and will probably be seen in that attire often and/or under the robes.

History: Terrance Neston was born to a pureblood family, immersed in magic up to his eyeballs. His father was/is an Auror, and he commonly said that the only dark wizard he was ever likely to be unable to defeat was his mischievous son. Within hours of getting his wand after the letter arrived with his invitation to attend Hogwarts, Terrance had already made shooting harmless hexes at the cat his new favorite thing to do. The cat was appropriately scandalized, we presume it has since settled down in more public areas once again, instead of hiding in terror of its life under beds. His family was most eager to send the kid off to Hogwarts, and was looking forward to the letter arriving for a good time before it came...and after it did, for the term to start. And of course the first thing they did when the letter arrived was to get him his own cat...

Blood Status: Pureblood

Wand: 12.4 inch Oak, with a unicorn hair core.

Pet: A grey short-haired cat named Shade. Will look at you with equal parts dignity and scorn. Luckily Terrance liked him too much to start trying to hex him. Also likes Terrance, luckily.

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"You be a good boy now you hear?" Hayes mother said patting his shoulder and adjusting his black wool sweater. She looked at the young boy, he green eyes shined at the young wizard. "You are such an amazing young man" She said, holding back tears and kissed his forehead. Hayes nodded and watched some young boys enter a seemly solid wall, though, from what he saw from some of his fathers books, this was the least amount of strange magic he is going to see.

He passed through the wall and his owl Albert moved restlessly. Hayes reached into his basket of things and grabbed a snack for the bird.
"Here Albert, eat this, I know you must be hungry" He said with a calm smile as he fed the bird nuts. He felt sort of strange speaking to his new owl as if it was a person, but he saw a boy who seemed his age speaking to his dog in the same manner.

As the station filed and split into students boarding the train and parents waving goodbye, the sounds and weeps filled Hayes' ears, he was so excited to finally be leaving, he had dreamed of this day for years.

He moved over to an open compartment, not paying attention to the number, he just wanted a seat. He sat quickly and looked out the foggy steamed window.

[Assistant] Bishop shoved a cracker into his hoodie pocket for Veil as he glared at the bird across the car. He stroked the pale rat's head, earning a quiet squeak. Bishop glanced at the door, then looked out the window. He kept an eye on the owl, keeping a protective hand over the pocket with Veil in it. Waiting for other kids to arrive, he passed the time by watching the landscape and the second hand on his watch.

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Terrance Neston

Terrance burst through the magical barrier separating platform 9 3/4 from the muggle world, mere moments after bidding his parents an excited goodbye, see you later. As he reorients himself to the new area, he wonders...not for the first time...why it is that the platform is platform 9 and 3/4...why not 7/8, or why not 8 and a half? Or 3.7927, for that matter? Why that particular number? But as he passes his baggage trolley to a porter, that question leaves his mind almost as quickly as it had come, and he briskly boards the train with his carryon bag...without Shade, his carrier is back with the rest of his baggage, with the sleeping cat inside. Looking into the first compartment he sees, he sees that it seems mostly full...so he moves on to the second. Only one boy was already there, so he went ahead and spoke up, gesturing to the seat opposite him. "Hey, mind if I sit here?"

[Assistant]
Karen strode through the floors of King's Cross Station, her face a mask of utmost calm. The small blonde's measured, graceful steps were well practiced, and each move as though choreographed for a ballet recital. Her smooth, impassive face gave of an aloof charm, and bestowed upon her a maturity she did not feel she actually had - nevertheless, perfection was what she sought, and well included how she looked. A child she may be, but she did not have to act like one, at least, not all the time; scarce were the times she would allow herself to act out in public.

Even then, her movements were the least attention grabbing thing about her; more noticeable was the outfit she was wearing: A purple velvet dress that reached her knees, accompanied by silk bridal gauntlets of the same color. A thin silver necklace that carried a locket at its end, with an intricate symbol stenciled on it, and snakeskin ankle boots, that made distinctively loud clack-ing sounds with every step. All obviously expensive materials, and all obviously out of place attire in a regular train station.

Still more attention grabbing was the aged man in a butlers outfit hauling luggage behind her. The dapper silver fox kept pace with her all the way until Platform 9
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, when all the enchantments around it kicked in, and all the attention they had gathered at this point became meaningless. At once, everyone began minding their own business, scarcely paying attention to the unusual duo.

The trip to the train itself was uneventful, save for a few glances here and there. Karen stopped in front of the train, her hands on the railings.

"Milady . . . I'm sure, your parents would have wanted to be here." Karen's hands gripped tight against her suitcase.

"I . . . I'm sure they would have, Aleksi, I'm sure . . . " Her voice trailed off with a shudder, and in a rare moment of emotion, turned and wrapped her arms around Aleksi in a tight huf. "I'll miss you."

Left unsaid was: I'll miss them.

The old man patted her on the back consolingly. "I know, I know. Come on now, you'll have fun at Hogwarts, you've scarcely the time to be missing an old fogey like myself."

Blinking back unshed tears, Karen unwrapped herself from him, and nodded. With a small smile, she stepped into the train, Elijah trailing after her. Once inside, she entered the closest compartment to her, not particularly caring where she sat, so long as she was able to. She was unsurprised to find that it was occupied already; the door was closed, after all, usually a clear sign that someone had been through it.

The occupant was a boy with light brown hair, with eyes of a similar color, if darker in shade. Karen cleared her throat to grab his attention, and gave a small curtsy.

"Good morning, is it too much to ask if I could share the compartment with you?" she inquired in a soft, yet clear voice, her light sapphire eyes locking directly with his chocolate brown ones.

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Anna-Jayne blinked almost as if she was confused. It was not logical, the seemingly solid brick wall that sat in Kings Cross Station lend to another platform entirely yet, like her grandmother's stories, she could go right through the magical doorway. Felix continued sleeping on top of her luggage rested on her luggage cart, the cat making no sign to indicate he knew what just happened.

"Come on dear, we can't have you being crushed by the other students now, can we?" her grandmother instructs. Until she spoke hadn't noticed she had come through already. Swiftly pushing her cart away from the wall, narrowly missing a passing student in the process, Anna-Jayne took a proper look around the area. It was not much different from your regular platform with the brick it's brick walls and large clock stationed high up. She glanced at each student for a brief amount of time, one of the girl's in a lavender dress, whom her eyes seemed to spot first, brought Anna-Jayne to think she was under-dressed in her old slightly faded denim jeans and short sleeved turquoise shirt but after scanning through other students found that wasn't so.

Following her grandmother Anna-Jayne purses her lips nervously, slowly pushing her luggage cart with Felix still asleep.
"I think you'll enjoy Hogwarts" her grandmother says gently, offering her granddaughter a kind smile.

"I hope so," Anna-Jayne mutters.

"Why don't I take your bags for you and you and Felix can bored the train?" Most days this would be an offer Anna-Jayne would have refused but, for some reason, today she felt inclined to let her grandmother do so. With a nod she moved herself from her bags and scooped up the sleeping cat who awoke and meowed in annoyance of his interrupted nap. Anna-Jayne's grandmother gave her a small kiss on her forehead before the pair said their farewells and she boarded the train, Felix in her arms.

She slowly wandered down the corridor before seating herself in compartment 5 which was, until now, unoccupied.

[Assistant]
Hayes' mind drifted off as he thought about his new life in a new world. He was brought back to reality from the sequel of Albert and the opening of the door. A young girl walked in and asked to sit. Her politeness amazed him, most girls he had seen or gone to school with at home were loud, and only cared about their sweets and dresses.
Hayes nodded "Yes, of course" he said tossing back a polite smile. He moved over and run his index finger over the overly excited owl in effert to calm the bird.
He looked back up to the girl, opening his mouth to say something but bit back his words. Hayes had always been a shy young boy, expecally around other children his own age, his mother would giggle and poke fun whenever there was a girl around.
He sat in silence fitting with his own hands as the rest of the students finished off boarding the train.

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Cal was reading the daily prophet in the train car. On the front page was a picture of Askaban, as well as much smaller ones of at least fifteen inmates. Cal started to read about it.

Earlier today Askaban Prison there was a mass breakout of over fifteen inmates. Now the people are wondering of Askaban is really a secure place to store criminals. The ministry should use the most of the power they can to secure Askaban, to ensure a friendly safe environment for all wizards, and muggles alike.

It went on and on about the ministry and what it should do to keep Askaban safe in the future, but all Cal cared about, was that it wasn't safe how it was now. Over fifteen criminals on the loose and they could be heading anywhere, even Hogwarts.

A little while later a boy, around his age, came up to his compartment, asking if he could sit there.

"Sure, I don't mind. Cal wasn't good with small talk so he just sat for a few seconds before handing him the paper.

"I don't even know why they bother with Askaban anymore. I mean, with its history of breakouts... I'm Cal by the way."

[Assistant]
"Thank you." With a polite nod of her own, Karen crossed into the compartment, sliding her luggage into the compacts above them. Elijah, white tail swishing haughtily behind her, meowed for attention.

Smiling, Karen picked up the cat and cradled him in her arms as she sat down, stroking his fur. Silence settled into the compartment, though it was noticeably awkward, with the other boy opening his mouth, attempting to begin a conversation. He held back, seemingly too shy to go through with it. Karen understood - she herself had a distinct lack of experience when it came to social interaction with children her age; her family manor was rather distant from the nearest village - not distant enough to be inconvenient, but not close enough for her to be bothered to get up from her self-studies. Most of the time she talked with Aleksi or Uncle or any other adult that came by for business. Still, being unable to interact socially with her peers was - in her eyes - a weakness. An imperfection.

And Karen would be nothing less than perfect.

Before there would be conversation, however, introductions were to be had. They would never get anywhere if not. "Hello there, my name is Karen, Karen McGrave. It's nice to meet you . . . ?" She trailed off, waiting fro a reply.

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Upon affirmation of his question, Terrance slides easily into the seat opposite the other guy, plopping his small bag beside him, then leaning back and enjoying the comfort of the car. A second later, the other boy handed him the newspaper he was looking at.

"I don't even know why they bother with Askaban anymore. I mean, with its history of breakouts... I'm Cal by the way."

Terrance takes a brief look over the headline and a few highlights. "I'm Terrance, a pleasure to meet you. Azkaban used to be quite the holding pen...a lot of people in charge still remember it as the ultimate in wizard containment. And besides, we already know that there were extenuating circumstances to the first few...like the prison wardens helping in the escape? There is a reason Sirius Black was the first person to escape Azkaban in decades, if ever. That said...as you say, it has been broken out of a few times now, and I wouldn't be surprised if its defenses have suffered for it."


[System]
Alias: Polarity Man – The Soldier of the Skies

Age: 33

Personality: Hopeful, Mellow, Brave, Self-Destructive, Indifferent

Archetype: Alien tech, the origin of which is kept secret from him by his military superiors.

Powers: Polarity Man's powers mainly come from his mechanical power suit, which he has dubbed the "Patroller". The suit's capabilities include jet propulsion flight with a recorded Mach 2 speed limit, enhanced strength, radiation and atmospheric-pressure resistance, satellite wave interception, a visual scanner, and an arm blaster which fires radioactive or electrical energy at either short bursts or prolonged streams.

The lieutenant himself has one specific power which is the generation of a negatively charged energy with radioactive elements. In fact, his physiology changes to a plasma-like state when he generates enough of this energy that allows him to phase through certain solid surfaces, mainly the metal plating of the Patroller as it lacks an entry hatch.

Weaknesses: The two halves of Polarity Man cannot function without the other; Lawrence Trainor requires the suit to regulate his energy production or he risks overloading himself but the Patroller also cannot function without his unique energy signature either. The specifics of an overload are unclear but the lieutenant has no intentions of testing the theories regarding it.

Appearance: Underneath the armor and uniform are burns that have completely erased all traces of the lieutenant before becoming Polarity Man. To remedy this, specially prepared bandages that can help regulate the negative energy are wrapped around most of his body. This personal appearance of his is completely secret to the public though. For all they know, the Patroller suit is Polarity Man.

Character Evolution: While I personally will go with the flow of the story, I hope to see Polarity Man change from just a soldier to a real superhero over its course, perhaps even find the humanity that he lost. Other character changes will hopefully happen though I don't have anything else in mind at the moment.

BRIEF Bio: As a USAF test pilot, Lt. Trainor had flown many top-secret aircraft out of the Langley airbase he was stationed at. The day he flew the experimental jet codenamed "Doom Patroller" was just like any other as well. The eggheads present at the flight assured him that it was going to revolutionize the way all fighter jets could respond to meta-human threats, serving as a solution rather than just a distraction. Lawrence didn't believe the assessments, or rather, he didn't care. However, once the jet's systems shut off mid-flight and he started to free fall from the sky, he went from disinterested to shrieking mad in an instant. Before he hit the ground though, the jet imploded upon itself and form fitted a mechanical suit to his body that protected him from the impact.

When he came to, Lawrence was back at the air base's medical bay but some remains of the jet had somehow fused to parts of his body like shrapnel which they were unable to remove. These pieces embedded in his skin gave off a unique energy signature that he would find to be both a curse and a blessing. He would spend months recovering from the crash and even more months learning to use the jet's new form. While this went on, his superiors had negotiated for him to become a part of the Justice League as a US government sponsored member. Though the details of the deal are not known by the public, Polarity Man now finds himself in the ranks of the Justice League.

Notes: The character is mostly Negative Man with a twist of Robot Man, Blue Beetle and Captain Atom, while the mech appearance is the Gespenst from Endless Frontier. The Patroller suit is 2.12 meters in height and weighs 328.40 kilos.

Sample Post:

"Did I ever tell you how ridiculous the name 'Polarity Man' sounds?" said the being of pure energy emerging from the metal chassis of a jet-black mech suit, after landing in the middle of Nowhere, Virginia. Slowly, this being would reform itself into a solid state but the man that stood in its place looked quite banged up. Bandages covered a majority of his body but he otherwise looked just like any other flyboy that operated out from the Langley airbase, complete with a bomber jacket with an assortment of military badges and a pair of shades that look straight out of Top Gun. He would lay on the grassy field he found himself in, letting the minutes pass along with clouds that flew by. However, this tranquility wouldn't last long as he stood back up and continued his complaints. "I bet you the same engineers who designed the jet came up with the name. Apparently, we needed a fitting identity for the J.L. and a tagline that the public would recognize for good P.R. branding. I mean, I really don't care bu-."

Before he could finish his sentence, he would begin to lose his balance and fall to one knee as an electrical charge surged through his body. He stayed in such a position for a few minutes before regaining his composure as the shock stopped. "Right. Forgot about that. I guess we better suit back up, huh?" Across the man was no one else but the mech suit that he had emerged from, currently lifeless and immobile. However, the moment Lieutenant Lawrence Trainor re-entered, the systems of the machine were quick to start back up. With a smirk hidden underneath his bandages, Polarity Man would fire up his engines and hit the skies once more, patrolling to protect the free world underneath him.

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The Warden//Episode One//Why do we Even Have These Droids

One nice thing about having a bench press of 1 ton and 3 vines sticking out of your back? you can carry a fuckton of boxes. Warden was happy with this; being able to grab all the rest of the things that needed to be transferred from this storage room to the mainfraim room was useful... made the job quicker. As he slowly made his way back, he took a bit more time to mull over what had happened in the past few days. Nth Metal was a dangerous thing for the Society to get their hands on - the last thing the League needed was a bunch of low level criminals ending up with superpowers thanks to it, and he sure as hell hoped they hadn't gotten much - if any - when they attacked STAR Labs. Question didn't seem to be of much use on the issue, having locked himself in his room the past couple of days. In general, Q was turning out to be less helpful than the Warden could have hoped, the more he got to know him. As he was learning more, he was figuring out that the faceless man was as much conspiracy theorist as actual problem solver, and it made discerning the truths from his fictions hard. The massive mental walls he put up between himself and everyone else didn't exactly help his case either, even if he was right most of the time.

He eventually made it up to the room, and was surprised to see Supergirl already in there. He assumed that she had heard him coming, and saw no need to announce his arrival just yet. At any rate, she seemed to be thinking, and it would be rude to interrupt. He set down the boxes where he was told to, and that was that. It was mostly electronics and metal bits - probably some sort of improvements to something in the room. None of that was really his business; for the techheads to deal with, not him.

Supergirl seemed to be done thinking. "Do you wish to help?" he asked her "there's still a bit left to move down to the lower levels"

(@Unknown100)

[Assistant]
Season 2 - E P I S O D E I:
A Traitor Among Us

Having spent another moment getting her bearings, Lara turned to face Warden. Seeing a full blood alien inspired a sense of comfort and ease in this dark hour.

"Sure," she answered, raising her exhausted shoulders and putting on her mask of confidence. "I can always use the exercise." Warden smiled, happy to have the company.

The two of them walk side by side through, what had seemed to be their safe place just a few days ago. The people passing them by acted different, at least to Lara. More worn. Less optimistic. She saw and heard it all: The rapid heartbeats. The microscopic sweat forming. The uneasy breathing. Even when she didn't boost her powers though Tactile Telekinesis, they were both a blessing and a curse.

Few people still had the immensely straight back Warden could boast about. Even when they smiled hopefully. A contemplation Lara caught herself glaring at the quiet mountain of a man. Though she had never had much contact with him, his undoubtedly patience had shinned through from the very first moment. While Lara had had to learn that virtue the hard way.

"You know, at first I thought it was all about the attack," Lara said and opened up, just a little. "Now, I wonder whether or not all of this was merely a way to keep us busy. To draw our attention towards our home and away from the world. Make us neglect our duties in favor of sleeping better. Yet for now I can't seem to find a single occurrence apart from a few lootings and people yelling the end is near. What do you make of us this?"

Supergirl was, like her father, a strong and dependable person, constantly worried about the protection of others. A goal to move towards, for the whole team. Her silence did start to worry him, though, as they walked onwards. Without talk to distract him, his thoughts were drifting back to the possibility that anyone could be a martian... even her...

But then, what could he do? He shrugged mentally. It wasn't like his abilities let him tell friend from foe if they hid it well enough. So he'd wait, and act when it was needed. Finally, Lara piped up again, returning from her own thoughts as well. "They need time to prepare, I suppose," he responded, scratching the back of his left leg with a vine. "Silence is not always peaceful."

A minute or so later, and they reached the storage room. There was even less stuff than he remembered; just some more medical equipment and some parts for a few new bots, replacing the ones Shazam had broken a few a couple weeks ago. "Should just be the rest of this" The Warden said as he grabbed about half of the stuff, and continued out the door.

Supergirl followed, and they soon made it to the training room. Or, well, close to the training room - as suddenly the Warden is dive-bombed by a training bot emulating his appearance - and powers, it seemed, as it grappled at him with a vine. The Warden quickly grabbed at one of his acorns with a vine, tossing it into his hand. Punching into the bot, he opened up his hand flat, and willed the plant to grow. As he willed, the tree became a sapling, tearing apart the robot from the inside. "Shazam and Toon girl are probably in there!" he observed to Laura, who had too dropped what she was carrying. Two more bots, both Shazams, were moving towards them down the hall. "I'll deal with them, then follow" The Warden declared, propelling himself towards the bots with his vines right behind the still growing tree he threw at them.

(in collaboration with @unknown100)

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Polarity Man
Season 2/Episode 2 – A Traitor Revealed

"Patroller, compile last operation's combat data… Oh, right. Desktop is not mech or voice operated."

These words would echo throughout the unlit chamber that Lieutenant Trainor called his room. The fluorescent bulbs that once illuminated this space burnt out long ago but, for a man who saw using the extrasensory, this was no problem. Fortunately, this odd quirk of his found good company within the halls of the Metro Tower – Home of the Justice League. A year of sorties with demi-gods and capable men would be an amazing experience for anyone. While true for Polarity Man as well, it also came with a ton of paperwork to optimize his prized Patroller Suit mech.

*bzzzttt-*

And the power outage had just thrown all progress from his latest batch. "… Please have data recovery." he would utter before leaving for the door. As he approached the exit, the decontamination showers he installed wouldn't automatically go off. A big, red valve had to be turned for it to go off. And off it did go, as Lawrence's unchecked strength accidentally tore the nuts and bolts holding the valve.

Water sprayed all over our hero, prompting him to weld the showers shut with his radioactive heat. Still soaking wet, he would phase from his room towards the lobby area. As he got there, a puddle of water would form under him but would soon evaporate. Perhaps from his rage? More likely from his heat.

"I would like answ- Mr. Wayne. Pleasure to have you. To what do we owe this visit?"


[System]
Age: 23

Coven: Night Sky

Abilities:
Forcefield: The ability to summon an invisable shield of air to protect herself, and force the other person, animal, or object away from her.
Pyrokinesis: The ability create and control fire with her mind.

Pendent

Mark: Yin Side

Ciara's Playlist

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Adam knelt down in front of the fireball to take in more of the warmth it had to offer. "Of course I still remember where the alley was, it was only a few hours ago. My mind is far sharper than that, silly girl." He told her off handedly while his bright blue eyes watched the swirling red and orange of the flames in front of him. His hand reached out as if to touch the flame but stopped just before the edge. "And how exactly did you know I was here in order to let me into your shield? And for that matter, how far can you stretch said shield?" Adam finally stopped looking at the flame as it bounced up and looked across to Ciara with a piercing gaze.

Though he watched the fire with a weary look, he didn't flinch as the heat spread across his chest and the bright light took over his whole vision. "Fire suites you, little witch. You are as dangerous as you are beautiful. And one mistake can cost me dearly." He settled to the ground completely and continued to split his attention between the flame and Ciara. His eyes settled on Ciara when she continued in a softer voice about her former coven and part of him felt for what she must have gone through. But then again, he had faced so much worse than being thrown into a dark room. This time though, Adam allowed her the sad moment without any comment.

While she played her childhood again inside her head, Adam took the moment to peer into the darkness. For a moment, he thought he saw a shadow moving through the darkness but it happened so fast that he shook it off. It was probably the lingering shadows left on his eyes from staring into the fire. Adam tuned back just as Ciara was explaining her slip of her childhood and he smirked at her. "Maybe you should be tired more often then, you are amusing when you are physiological." Once more he glanced back into the darkness only to see nothing. Adam stood up to get off the cold concrete, it was cold enough without a shirt that he did not need the cold concrete causing his pants to become cold as well.

Ciara started pulling off her jacket and he started laughing. "I am not going to take your jacket. For starters, it would not fit me, and I would rather be tired then see you shiver. Besides, I am the one who walked out into the cold night without a shirt. Though I have to say, your expression was totally worth being cold." Adam reached out and pushed her outstretched hand back towards her. "Keep it." He told her simply. He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the side of the nearby building. "So what is that you found?" He was finally done beating around the bush and sincerely wanted to know what had gotten her so excited that she contacted him in the middle of the night.

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When Ciara saw Adam start to reach out to touch the flames, she started to pull it away from him. Although she was fully able to control the fire enough not to burn herself, she wasn't quite sure if she was able to do the same for him yet. However, seeing his hand stop at the edge she did as well, not wanting to take the heat from him as he had to be cold without a shirt. Ciara smiled at his questions and shook her head. "I didn't have to see you to let you in my shield. It is a mental power not physical, Adam. I simply had to remember your face, and set in my mind that it was welcome, it comes in handy when I can't see because of my fire." She explained softly with a smile, though the second question took a bit more thought. "As for how far, the last time my sister measured it, thirty-two feet, sixteen in front and behind. Though I was quite young back then, so I am not sure how far now." She answered finally.

Catching his piercing gaze, and her fingers fidgeted with the sleeve ends of her jacket. "How far away are you able to lift things from?" Ciara asked wanting to know a little about his powers as well.

The fact he didn't even flinch when she caused the fire to burn hotter and bright was actually impressive, she had done things like that to others and even used it to scare a few men off. However, instead his worlds were a compliant and she gave a soft laugh as the fire died back down, a happy smile on her face as she blushed ever so slightly. Her next words were sad, and truly it had been like when he had told her to ask him anything earlier. Ciara wasn't sure why she even shared it. Perhaps Adam had been through worse, and she didn't really care that he didn't say anything, but it had been enough to make her terrified of the dark.

She smirked when he said that her being tired was amusing, before looking around into the shadows he was staring at, she didn't see anything though and looked back at him. "Really? Well you will be the first than to find it not annoying." She said with a slight laugh watching him get up, before getting up and offering him her coat, her lips pursing a bit as he laughed at her. She had only been trying to be nice. Though his own words shocked her a bit, and she stood there for a moment holding the jacket out like a moron until he pushed her hand back. Had he just said he would rather him be cold than her shivering? That was actually really sweet, and Ciara hadn't expected it from the man that said he would kill her the next time he saw her. "I'm starting to think you actually enjoy making me blush, Adam." She said softly has she started to put the jacket back on quickly feeling its warmth around her again.

"Right! Now I couldn't bring the book because I wasn't even allowed to look at it. But I copied the page." She said smiling excitedly as she dug the page out of her pant pocket. Ciara smiled up at him and held the piece of paper out to him, before leaning against the opposite buildings wall, putting the fire between them. "I'm sure you would rather read it yourself."

The Coven of Ying and Yang
There will come to pass that a coven that will out shine all others in strength, balance, and power. The true balance of light and dark. The yin and the yang. Opposites that create a perfect balance. Written in the stars is the meeting of two individuals whom are ordinary but when put together have the power to create and destroy. All should be weary of the coven written in the stars. Like the sun and the moon, the two leaders of the Yin and Yang coven will be. One with have control of the dark while the other will have control of the light. A hawk will rise to meet the stars and the stars will drift down to greet the hawk. Together these entities will create the most powerful and dangerous duo ever known.

"I honestly thought nothing of it when we fought, but whatever it was that I did with the light, I'm not even sure what it was. But I've never done anything like that before. I don't know about if you have." Ciara said slowly watching him carefully, she wasn't sure how he would react to such a thing. If he would even care or understand what it was saying. "But whatever it was, was amazing and I think that is why it happened. Because I don't have a third power."

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A smile formed on Adam's lips, but it held no warmth. When he was little, he was not able to lift anything with his mind except light weighted items, but when Elena got a hold on him she would not let him rest until he could lift anything he could see. "I can lift anything if I can see it." He said finally as the lifeless smile left his face. "Nothing is too heavy or too far away, Elena made sure of that." His eyes were distant for a moment before looking back at the girl across from him. "It has proven to be pretty useful though, so I guess I should be thankful that she pushed me so hard." He added as an afterthought.

For a moment Adam stared into the fire as it grew brighter and then dimmed once more. It was as if she was trying to push him away with her fire, but he did not budge. Being close to a hot burning fire was not even in the top ten worse things that had even happened to him. A small conversation passed between them about the fire and Ciara revealed her fear of the dark and Adam glanced at her from the corner of his eye a little surprised that she admitted to a fear in front of him even though he remained silent about it.

He paid her a soft compliment when she apologized about her behavior, he actually was quite enjoying this side of her. Though her comment surprised him, he would have figured more men in her coven would have found this side of her more enduring. That is when it started to occur to him that she might be purposefully pushing the men in her life away. After offering the warmth of her jacket, a blush once more formed on her face. A light pink coloring across her cheek bones at his compliment and it made the wheels in his mind start turning. Slowly he pushed off the side of the building and took a step towards her and brushed her hair away from her face with a light brush of his fingertips. "Yes, I do indeed enjoy making you blush." He admitted softly. His eyes looked down into hers intently, dancing with the flames of the fire, as if trying to figure out some secret in her eyes.

With a deep breath he stepped back and took the paper she had pulled from her back pocket and went back to lean against the wall again. His ears picked up on the sound of her voice but his mind did not process the words she said as he read and then re-read the words over and over again until they had been branded into his brain. "I think I might have heard of the Yin and Yang power before. The ability to control the light and the dark. I always assumed it was one person…" Adam trailed off and looked down at his feet. He had used a third power when fighting Ciara the first timed, he had made a solid object out of nothing and made light completely disappear. He had not honestly thought about it since the fight because of the beating and because of Ciara herself. Slowly he looked up at the witch across from him. "What do you think this means?" he asked.

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Ciara froze a bit as Adam took a step closer to her, the blush still on her face. Though she didn't let it show on her face, or even allow her body to tense up, her mind screamed danger. It was only for a moment though and went away completely when his fingertips brushed her face. Ciara's eyes closing few just a second as she felt his touch, still warn from the fire against her face. They quickly opened after only a moment, before he spoke, and she truly hoped he hadn't noticed it. Her blush only deepened as Adam admitted enjoying making her blush.

"Well...I..I don't see why, it's rather annoying." She stuttered a soft whisper as she looked up into his blue eyes. She leaned in a little bit, before she stopped herself. Ciara quickly turned her face away from his touch though, looking away and her nails playing with her coat sleeve again.

Damn it, pull yourself together! She was starting to become a little annoyed by the affect this warlock had on her, it must had been because she was tired. Yes, that had to be it, she was so tired that she wasn't thinking straight. She had worked so hard to be a good girl, and good girls didn't miss with non-single men. She pulled the paper out and handed it to him, taking a bit of a deep breath still blushing as he took it and stepped away.

Even though he didn't respond to her words, she didn't dwell on that for long because of what he said when he started talking again. "You have?" She asked quietly her voice a little bit shocked. He had heard of this Yin and Yang thing before? How come she hadn't? She had read every book that her coven, talked spells with every witch and wizard that had come to their coven, and yet, she had never heard of this Yin and Yang power.

Honestly she was a little surprised that he wasn't nearly as excited or happy with what she had found as she was. She had found something amazing! Something that explained the marks on their arms, something that explained the sudden third power! Yet he seemed a little more let down or depressed by it? When he looked up at her, he likely saw a confused like on her face, but she couldn't help it really, she didn't understand his reaction. "Well, for one I think it means we won't get rid of these marks." She answered sadly, having hoped that once they found what the rest was for them, they could get rid of them.

"Though I mean this could be, I mean that says that we can have control over perfect balance if we work together. Do you know how powerful that would be? There isn't supposed to be anything on earth that could have that, because it would be too powerful. We should start meeting up and practicing our new powers." She said softly and thoughtfully before closing the gap between them and taking the paper from his hand and looking at once more memorizing it, before letting her fire burn any trace of it and stepping back a bit. "Or you know, you could go back to your coven with your bitch of girlfriend." She said with a hint of jealousy again. "And I'll leave you alone."


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Age: 143
Alignment: Lawful Good
Race: Elf
Class: Cleric/Barbarian
Appearance/Clothing:

Vaeri is an innocent looking elf, standing at about 5' 7" (170 cm) with long, straight raven hair that extends down to the base of her back, pale skin and bright blue eyes. At a glance she's quite beautiful with full lips, a small button nose, thin eyebrows and high cheekbones, when one takes a closer look, several tiny scars are visible all over, disfiguring her otherwise graceful looks. Likewise, Vaeri's exposed flesh, the rare times one can see them initially appear smooth and untouched, but upon closer inspection are covered in scars and barely contain wiry muscle below.

Vaeri dresses as a lady of the cloth should, with a dark blue full body cloak. The fabric is adorned with intricate patterns in white to provide visual contrast and indicating her status as a clergywoman. Around her neck and outside the cloak, Vaeri wears a necklace bearing the holy symbol of her god. However, underneath the cloak is a full set of leather armor, battle ready and kept in top shape at all times.

Skills: Concentration, Sense Motive, Knowledge (Religion), Knowledge (Nature), Climb, Jump, Sleight of Hand, fletching arrows, surviving out in the wild
Natural Abilities: Keen senses, the ability to see better than humans in low light
Magic/Spells: Heal: @Afina can decide how good this is
Tongues: Allows the caster to speak any language for the duration of the spell
Turn Undead: Vaeri can attempt to make Undead flee from her presence temporarily. Powerful Undead can resist this.
Divine Might: Holy power infuses the caster, temporarily making them more powerful and resilient
Flame Strike: Smites foes with holy flames
Additional Information: Vaeri worships Menhit, lion-goddess of War. (Fun fact her name means She who massacres)
Weapons: Vaeri carries a composite shortbow and a two-handed battleaxe
Possessions: On Vaeri's right ring finger is a ring of protection. One her back she carries a backpack that can hold more than you think it would and what Vaeri wants from the bag will always be at the top (the item in question must have been put in the bag beforehand for this to work). Inside the bag are her necessities (tent, rope, bedroll, tarp for the tent, soap, cooking utensils, oil, a lamp, flint and steel), holy texts, 8 vials complete with cork stoppers, 3 vials of Inflict Wounds potions, a Scroll of Gust of Wind, and about 2 weeks worth of rations. She also has a coin purse with about 20 gold pieces in it. On her hip is a quiver with 20 arrows.
Personality: To strangers, Vaeri appears to be a gentle elf, always keen to help those in need and be a travelling force of good in the world. However, as you get to know her, slowly she morphs into an entirely different person, brash, head-strong and a braggart, this true face of Vaeri shows exactly why she worships the goddess she does. The elf loves battle of all kinds and will gleefully jump into battle whenever she can.
History: Vaeri grew up in a forest village mostly populated by other elves to a carpenter. IN her childhood, she began learning the bow as all children did. Her prowess with weaponry was admired just as much as her excessive enthusiasm for using them was worrying. One day while out hunting alone she was overcome by a vision of the lion-goddess Menhit who commanded Vaeri to go out into the world and find a man with two right hands. After this experience, Vaeri began following the goddess of war and has dedicated her life to this mission. The cleric has been following this notice for strong adventurers as a possible lead for locating this mysterious man.

Name: Kazuo Blaide
Age: 22
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Race: Human (with slight traces of elven blood)
Class: Samurai (Ronin)
Appearance/Clothing: Image WIP
Basic description: 5' 11", lean muscular build, tan skin, long wavy black hair, slightly pointed ears thick arched eyebrows, hard brown eyes, stubble from forgetting to shave last week. Wears common street wear (no armor) but with his sword at his hip and sandals instead of more conventional close-toed shoes.
Skills: Katana Specialization, Daikyu Specialization, Punching Specialization (3), Etiquette, Riding (Land-Based), Reading/Writing, Navigation, Weather-sense, Blind Fighting, Mountaineering, Weapon Smithing
Natural Abilities: N/A
Magic/Spells: Focus Energy - With a loud yell, Kazuo focuses his ki to temporarily boost his strength to the absolute limit of human potential for 1 minute.
Additional Information: * Father: Ukon Bootsnatcher (Wandering Ronin)
* Mother: Mira Blaide (Master of the Blaide School of martial arts)
* Uncle: Hiron Bootsnatcher (Funnily enough also a martial artist)
* Family Friends: Mazon Rohtar (Half-orc Warrior Singer; married to Hana)
Hana Rohtar (Gnome Bard/mage; married to Hana)
Elincia Nartolia (Human cleric)
Kanti Dryearurdrenn (Elf Ranger who is coincidentally Vaeri's distant cousin)

Weapons: A Katana, his fists
Possessions: A black horse named Trombe whose saddlebags carry a tent with a tarp, a bedroll, 10 days of trail rations, a fire starter, a mess kit, 4 pints of oil, a hooded lantern, a waterskin, a straight razor, a utility knife and 50 feet of hemp rope.
Personality: Kazuo, like his mother is a quiet person, who rarely speaks when he doesn't need to, and like his father, has a habit of getting easily bored. Unlike either of his parents, Kazuo is a rather forgiving man, able to let insults and slights against his person pass. One thing that runs strong in his blood is a love of conflict and competition. The variety and outcome of the competition does not matter, the rush he gets from giving his all against somebody doing the same is what he lives for, and he'll seek this feeling out even if it proves to be self-destructive in the long run.
History: Kazuo's mother was a Half-Elf monk and his father was a human samurai. He did not get to know his father very well, only able to meet him a few times during his life, and his mother would tell very little about him. Apparently they knew each other from some running tally they had of dueling to the death and somehow that ended in a tryst that produced him.

Kazuo's mother, Mira was a harsh woman who commanded strength and grace that was almost otherworldly. Her beauty was undercut by rage and bloodlust barely kept under wraps. Her bloodlust was so great it seemed to almost materialize in combat and it colored her ki, a normally invisible force a dark purple. She did her best to raise Kazuo as gently as possible, but even her smoothest side was like a cat's tongue. When he grew old enough, Mira tried to teach him the ways of her school of martial arts. She had been the last member of the school, and had dedicated her life to rebuilding it from the ground up. Kazuo's body was able to learn the physicality of the art well, but he lacked his mother's talent to utilize ki, only able to boost his strength with it.

Kazuo's father, Ukon was a wandering samurai, a Ronin. His skills with the quickdraw technique allowed him to cut down all but the hardiest of men with a single motion of his blade. Brash, perpetually battle-hungry and a bit dull-witted, Ukon did not even know he had a son until Kazuo was 15. As a kind of apology/gift for reaching manhood, Ukon bequeathed upon Kazuo his spare katana, but left without teaching him how to use it. Mira knew the basics of swordsmanship, so seeing her son's attachment to the weapon taught him what little she knew, leaving the rest to him.

Upon reaching his 18th birthday, Mira grew tired of trying to teach him to properly use his ki, and remembered how she had grown when she traveled the countryside. So she kicked him out and, "Come back when you're a successor I can be proud of." Since then, Kazuo has traveled the lands trying to become strong enough for his mother to accept him.

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Vaeri woke up early and prepped the wagon and horses for the journey. Everything seemed alright, and although the jasmine spell was odd and somewhat obtrusive, it was rather simple to ignore. Jasmine was never a scent that really stuck in the nose like rosemary, rotten egg or skunk. Now that she thought about it, yesterday had been the first time a day passed out without something cataclysmic occurring. Maybe this pattern could continue. It was a faint hope, but at least it was a hope that wasn't unfounded. After helping with preparations, she spent a good half hour in prayer as she waited for Lob to return and lead the way.

For breakfast, the cleric ate a humble meal of some of the rations she had in her bag while she observed the town idly. It did not really bother her that the townspeople were avoiding them. She just adjusted the hood of her cloak and kept her gaze down. The snout of a black stallion entered her field of view, she turned her head to see the horse of one of the new travelers, his name was Trombe if she remembered well enough. On his back was his owner, the swordsman, Kazuo. Cautiously, she pet the horse's head a few times before he walked off, apparently satisfied.

Kazuo did not wake up until the group had been traveling for a couple of hours. An annoyed Trombe did most of the legwork of keeping up. Kazuo could tell because his entire body felt like crap. It took him a good minute to wake up and observe his surroundings. There was a green guy crawling around sniffing the ground in front of the group.

Kazuo rode up to the man in armor and leaned up close to him.

"What's with the green guy?" he whispered at a volume he was sure the elf chick wouldn't hear. Growing up around a half-elf got him pretty familiar with the enhanced senses of the Fair People.

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Fiona felt better after sleeping, though it wasn't the most comfortable in the back of the wagon. She'd slept on worse, though, and while she didn't feel fully restored, she felt functional again, and that was enough. She ate lightly as well, once it was apparent that this village wasn't interested in providing them with anything. She helped prepare the wagon with Vaeri, and made her sure her horse was fed and watered for the day's ride. After that, it was a matter of simply accompanying the group, and remaining silent.

Zoe did so on the edges, often changing positions, her eyes bright and awake. She was energetic seemingly by nature, though it was unclear just how much sleep she'd gotten the night before. She giggled a bit to herself as she watched Lob enthusiastically smash his weapon against a tree.

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Derrix chewed on the inside of his cheek as the moon rose high, he blunk, and as his eyes opened, he was greeted wit the flush pink of dawn. It almost felt like he had slept, almost. Or at least he thought so, he wasn't too sure what sleeping felt like anymore, but he remembered it being quick like that.

 He was sure he was awake though, he could feel the magic coursing through him, perking his skin into goosebumps and riding along the trenches the scars dug into his skin.

 Slowly people woke up and slowly he watched them like a sentinel.

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The group traveled and they traveled, ever following Lob as the scent grew stronger. Jasmine began to mix with the smell of salt in the air as they traveled north and west from the last village. Three days of travel and nothing happened, thankfully for the group. It seemed things were going in their favor but the group grew smaller. Lack of excitement seemed to push others away or perhaps they had something else to do. Shela however kept on, at least for now. They were looking for someone while searching for what they needed for what they needed for the cinder sickness. Evening began to fall when they approached the port city of Trien. Large stone walls surrounded large city and the sounds were loud as people spoke and traded and worked and fought.

 "Let's get something to eat, to drink and settled in," Shela suggested as they rolled up to a local tavern in the heart of the city. If Sana was here it was going to a take a while to find her with so many people, so many buildings and they had been on the road for days without a proper place to sleep. Shela was getting tired of pulled splinters out of her rear end from sleeping in the wagon.

 "Any takers?" she asked as she looked at the remainder of the group.

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Lob was worried, three days of tracking jasmine and... that was all. No other horses, no other campfires, no other people to blend the scent. He had never tracked a smell like this for so long without it breaking or mingling with others. Time distance and weather didn't even seem to effect the strength of the scent.

"Alpha smell, magic smell."

He tracked by day, slept by night, over the next three he found himself sleeping closer and closer to the dwarf, using the hedgehog as a pillow more than once after draping his hide armor over her as a blanket then curling up beside her. He still kept the glowing crystal in his loincloth with whatever bits of food he was foraging for the others.

Part of him worried how many cubs were dying because of this search for the alpha, three days with no other parts for the sickness. Not even a gnoll bandit, a scent he knew too well as he rubbed his scarred forehead. Oddly, as the scent of salt passed his nose, he started getting an idea as he pulled out the paper of ingredients. He held up the apothecary notes with two of five scratched out. This was a big place with a lot of traders, surely someone had to have what they needed.

"Let's get something to eat, to drink and settled in. Any takers?"

"Food, yes. Bed, yes. Buy parts?"

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Vaeri rode out the three days of travel mostly in silence. Sure, it was worrying that nobody else turned up and Lob didn't seem to be very comfortable with the fact that his tracking wasn't turning up any results, either positive or negative even after 3 days, but there wasn't anything she could do but rest her faith in the gods to clear this up. She would pray, but ultimately, her survival skills would not really help out, especially since Lob never really had trouble keeping a good grasp on the scent of Sana.

Vaeri took in a breath of sea air, the first she had had in about half a decade. The sea was nice, but not really her thing. It was too large, chaotic and blank for her to have a connection with it like she did the forest. Deserts and Plains may also be similarly expansive and unchanging, but they were not quite as much at the mercy of weather that oceans were. Perhaps she just preferred dry land.

"Who wouldn't take up the offer of food and rest?"


[System]
Gender: M

Age: 35

Place of Birth: Seattle, WA

Sexuality: Hetero

Relationship Status: Vin was engaged to a girl he'd been together with since his late teens, and through unforeseen circumstances, the relationship ended.

Occupation: Co-partner of several tattoo shops along the East Coast of the United States, mostly located in upscale areas, Buckhead being one of them.

Skills: A vast background in traditional art, with a focus on tattooing and the use of various inks and their properties.

Power: Tattoo & Body Art Manipulation

Essentially, a telepathic ability that allows him a certain degree of control over the ink used for the tattoos, thereby giving "life" to an otherwise static image on his (or a chosen target's) skin. His ability is most potent when used on his own tattoos, allowing him to lift the imagery from the skin, solidifying it, and giving it a brief independance from the host body. (i.e. A crow tattoo on his chest can "peel" away, transform into solid mass, and fly around).

Natural tattooing inks created by plant dyes, animal minerals, salts and various other natural sources, etc work the best. Synthetic inks are generally weaker.

As a defensive mechanism, if threatened, the tattoo ink will protect itself (and the host), adapting and shielding Vin from physical attacks for a limited amount of time.

Areas that are covered in tattoos also have the potential to heal much quicker, as the artwork essentially "repairs" the affected area. The more severe the wound, the longer time it takes to completely heal and the more mental exhaustion is incurred.

Cost of Power Use: Causes varying degrees of mental fatigue & migraines, and the longer it is sustained, the more lethargic he can become, to the point of unconsciousness if not careful. There are instances where the power, if not kept in check, could lash out violently toward others or the host himself as it begins to take on a life of it's own...
Appearance: Vin stands about 6'1, tall and lean. He generally keeps a closely trimmed beard or clean shaven face, and a neatly comb head of thick dark auburn hair. His wardrobe tends to lean toward a "chic rocker" fashion in blacks & grays, more so to impress the higher-end clientele. His arms, chest and back are covered in various tattoos of fantastical venomous creatures, tribal & gothic patterns, life, death, and various symbols that only he may know anything about.

Personality: Vin comes off as relatively light-hearted and easygoing, and yet can easily be identified as borderline narcissistic due to the fact that he seems to "know everything about everything" and holds nobody else but himself in high regard, which can reflect in his close professional and personal relationships. He is inherently stubborn and critical about a great many things, especially related to artwork, and his intense focus can be misinterpreted as being "socially disconnected" when in the middle of a project as he doesn't tolerate distractions very well.

Generally, however, he's a guy that goes along to get along, and enjoys to socialize in circles where there may be an opportunity for gain or pleasure. As an artist himself, he loves art, especially body art, which he'll gladly discuss with anyone who will listen to his incessant ramblings which inevitably circle around to him talking about himself.

History: As "deceptive appearances" go, Vin had always managed to keep his life running against the grain as much as possible, turning his nose to rules and regulations that seemed to only work for everyone else but him. Although he'd never let on that he had an ounce of the proverbial anarchist in him. Growing up in Seattle during the late eighties, early nineties, he found himself in the midst of the grunge scene, which influenced not only his outlook on life and society, but his love for various rock music and art. His family life was rather eventless (some would even say "normal"); both parents got along, worked hard at their respective blue-collar jobs, and generally made a bearable life in the Lower Queen Anne area of the city. As most good parents did, they both encouraged their son to do something meaningful with his life...

Of course, "meaningful", was a matter of interpretation.

Vin loved the city, especially the underground scenes, and most of his time was spent running with his wayward friends, getting into the seediest dumps to see their favorite bands play or hanging with the best local street artists, painters, and tattoo kings that Seattle had to offer. As his artistic talents flourished, he also reaped the rewards of diligence and hard work. He eventually turned his focus on tattooing, which it seemed everyone was willing to pay good money for, no matter their social status. At seventeen, he'd saved enough from various art jobs to share rent on an apartment in the downtown area, closer to where the action and the money was. Vin was a dreamer, and he wanted to keep the film rolling as long as possible. He'd met, for the first time, a girl he could really see sharing his already chaotic life. A girl who shared many of his own passions and aspirations, which gave Vin the feeling that he could really control the relationship and all its variables.

Funny thing how our own interpretations sharply contrast the harsh reality of things...

Years passed quickly as they would for those living a life that seemed to be an endless party. But for Vin, the fun hit rock bottom when his soon-to-be wife had decided to lavish herself in the lifestyle of another man. A man who seemingly had his shit together and gave her the world. The blowback became a stain that stuck in the forefront of Vin's mind, degrading his outlook of a future he hoped would have been shaped by his own hands. The solid relationship he once had with his parents began to suffer as he spiraled downward and pushed away a lot of people in the process. He eventually made it to a point where was ready to move on, to leave his old life and hopefully never return until he felt ready to return.

And he'd found the perfect way out...

Vincent reached out to James, an old friend who'd moved to the east coast to start up a chain of tattoo and body art shops mainly located in upscale areas. James knew the business, and even the rich enjoyed the opportunity to leave a lasting mark, whether it was social prestige or simply ink on their body, he'd gladly offer it all. Vin, confident in knowing that his artwork would be a great addition to his friend's business, didn't hesitate to take advantage of becoming a co-partner, quickly moving from his hometown of Seattle to a hi-rise apartment in the heart of Atlanta, Georgia.

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Eric Miller

Eric doesn't like long car rides... Especially handcuffed. He eventually was given the key by Eli who was driving. And had a gun. Though he liked the idea of Hunting, though pistols normally sucks when it came to hunting. He especially didn't like getting a knife. What was he going to do with a knife?! Look scary? Wait... had he been recruited my government officials? no... They'd give him a gun or something. "I have guns? I could use one of those? Just back at my place?" but now the car was stopped.

After walking for a bit Eric saw the old mines. Being there though was.... scary. Not the miens itself. But hearing the voices coming from Eli's head right now (Which at this moment Eric was still trying to understand) almost made now seem like some sick horror movie. But then he was hearing a different tone. "...Uhh... I don't know if you're waiting for someone, but someone is here. And I don't think they are here for tea..." He couldn't tell what they were thinking either. He just needed more time on them. What he could tell though was they were not happy to see them. It's like when you hear someone who's language you have no idea how to understand it, but you can hear the emotions in their voice.

Eric could get a general direction of the person, but it was still iffy. Listening in on a person was hard. And this one was a way back still. "Maybe they overlooked us.... but someone is here man." Eric never told Eli about his ability, if he asks he will claim that he used his hunting skills or something. But right now he didn't like the idea of getting shot at again. In the same day at that. She, the person near by was a she. But she was tense. Tense people tend to lead to bad situations.

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Jennifer

She came to a halt when another man intercepted her path, not that she had much choice anyway as they were in a dead end. Jennifer looked back at Nate and with her eyes, she motioned towards the stranger. Maybe Nate knew him and they were working together, or maybe this man was partners with the psycho they experienced a minute ago. Whatever the case, she just wanted to be out of those handcuffs.

"Play along" she whispered to Nate, her voice barely audible. She hoped he would catch on and act as if she were an arrestee who'd somehow gotten away. For a second, she did enjoy the idea of Nate being a detective, but she quickly dismissed the thought as she prepared herself to play the role.

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Detective Nathan Hunter

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Slowing to a casual jog when he saw the car pull up behind Jennifer, he slowly came to a stop beside her when he caught up. The stranger's insinuation that he was a cop brought a slight smirk to Nate's face. J.J's insistence that he play along surprised him somewhat and he raised an eyebrow as he glanced at her from the corner of his eye. He had half expected her to tell this guy that he was some kind of psycho who had abducted her. That may have been technically true but it wasn't the full story. No, there were clones and crazy people and all kinds of wacky shenanigans in the full story but he didn't want to get into that right now. No, this wasn't the time for the truth. Jen wanted him to roleplay. So Nate would roleplay like no one had ever roleplayed before.

"Yeah," he said as he grabbed Jennifer by the arm. "This one here got away from us. Picked her up for solicitation on the street corner." Again, he glanced at Jennifer to see how she reacted to that. "You should be ashamed of yourself lady." he said, playing the bit a little too far. "Selling yourself for a buck fifty." He waggled his finger in front of her like his grandmother used to do to him and said "Shame!" as he booped her on the nose.

The finger of shame was quickly thrust in Vin's face as Nate narrowed his eyes and practically yelled "And you! You wouldn't be out here looking to solicit this fine young floozy's cervixes would you?."

Roleplay. Nate totally nailed it.

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Yep, Vincent had definitely stepped into something that stunk worse than a warm bag of raccoon shit, and yet was unrecognizable all the same. He stood a good distance away from the woman, unsure of the situation, and a bit perplexed overall. Once caught up and in better view, the guy who'd been following her looked more like a kid who'd just jumped the fence of his high school after getting pinched for smoking dope behind the gym. Vin, adjusting his aviator sunglasses, slightly chuckled to himself for thinking such a random notion, especially since he had been that kid...once. The fact that the guy didn't deny being a cop also didn't necessarily make him one, but Vin wasn't going to debate the particulars during this seemingly awkward meeting.

Just play it cool, Vin, you'll be out of this and back on the road in no time…

Officer "muscles", nonetheless, did bring a bit of humor along with him, albeit at the expense of the woman he'd taken into custody, even the last bit, as his snappy retort was aimed right at Vin. He kept still for the moment, furrowing his brow and actually contemplating the strange question as his eyes shifted from the cop, back to the underdressed, yet overly hot chick in cuffs.

"Pfft!" He'd suddenly burst out, trying to play it cool. "I mean shit...who wouldn't, am I right?" Vin flashed the dark-haired girl a wry grin, but noticing her face wasn't playing along to the same tune, he quickly wiped the cheesy smile away and shrugged.

"Eh...not my type anyway." He continued, in a matter-of-fact tone, motioning his hand dismissively before raising it up to his ear like a mock phone and mouthing the words Call me in her direction.

"Well.." He said, starting to back up slowly toward his car. "It's been a real treat meeting you both, and-"

The sudden sound of a gun being fired cut off his exit strategy, as he quickly ducked and turned to look behind him, catching a glimpse of a figure with a pistol shooting rounds into the front and rear driver-side tires.

"Shit!...what in the happy hillbilly hell are you doing, numbnuts?"

He screamed and instinctively, yet recklessly started running toward the bearded figure who had quickly pointed the gun at him in mid-step, causing him to stopped in his tracks.

"Whoa...friend, no need for this." He said, holding both hands in the air. "Take the fucking car...or shoot it up some more if you want, I don't care. Well, I mean I do, but-"

The bearded shooter, dressed in a gray business suit and standing only a few feet from his target, suddenly rushed him full force, tackling Vin to the ground before sticking the gun up to his head. "You goddamn freak, I should blow your head off right now so help me…" The man, obviously pissed about something, spoke through clenched teeth as he pushed the barrel of the gun harder into Vin's temple.

Coming around the corner, from the other side of the alley where Nate and JJ initially emerged, three armed figures in similar suits and hand guns headed toward them both.

Vincent's fearful gaze and painful guttural scream, from the gun pressed against his head, suddenly changed into an intense stare of anger, as he let out a sadistic laugh. He stopped struggling, and yet it appeared that the images on his skin were in motion, pulling, and lifting from the surface like tiny black tendrils. "I don't know what you want from me, but I'd run if I were you, asshole." Vin said, straining to speak. The bearded assailant took notice and tried to get up, but was anchored down by the dark wiry matter that had manifested itself, and began to wrap around the arms, legs, and neck of the unknown man.

"Fuck, get it off me!" He yelled, and instinctively tried to pull the trigger on the gun, hoping to put a bullet into his target's head and end the nightmare. His attempts, however, were futile, as the black ichor wrapped itself around his finger, pulling it backwards until it was clear of the trigger guard. The more the unknown man struggled, the tighter the black tendrils became around his neck, causing him to choke as they cut off his air supply.

Zero


[System]
Age: 19

Race: Lizardman

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Lizard Fighter seems like your typical lizardfolk, huge, muscular, and intimidating. Except instead of browns and greens he's ruby red with a cream colored 'underbelly'. He stands at seven feet tall and has the build of a long time laborer, muscles rippling under that naturally tough hide. Some scars do litter his body, focused mostly in the arms and shins, except an obvious quadruple line running diagonally across his face. Barely missing his eyes.

His garb is strange for a lizard man of the deep swamps. Fingerless gauntlets that retained the fur underneath and floofed out at the elbows. A thick hide vest with a fishnet shirt underneath with the same fluffy visibles like his hand protection. Strangely made pants of leather and canvas that left open pockets at his upper thighs, probably due to his tail. Digigrade leather wrappings that had connecting iron kneepads. To hold his ensemble up is a coarse leather belt with a pair of leather bags, one at the hip the other at the small of his back for his stuff.

Height: 7'7"
Eye Color: Emerald Green
Hair Color: None

Personality:
Unlike what Lizard Fighter's gung-ho body looks like, his personality is very laid back. Preferring to lounge and watch others instead of actually doing extra activities with others. Maybe it was because of his reptilian nature, watching and being a lethargic behemoth. Although when he does interact, it's in almost a deadpan manner and incredibly blunt. The reptilian man never sugar-coated what he was saying or thinking. This lack of tact didn't earn him many friends back home.

Despite his supposed laziness, he does get riled up. It's also very easy to do so, a lazy giant with a short fuse isn't very good. This probably ties into his animalistic tendencies, at the hint of aggression or provocation he returns it in force and forcing others to restrain him from going ballistic.

Likes: Warm and Humid Climates, Exotic Foods, Wrestling and Tests of Strength.
Dislikes: Cold Climates, Physical Weakness, Being Provoked.
Hobbies: Trying New Foods, Basking in the Sun, Making Atlas Stones.

History:
Lizard Fighter had the typical upbringing of a lizardman. He was raised in the swamps to the South, learning to care for what the village had as soon as he could walk and speak. He quickly developed a deep seated need to take care of everything he earned considering certain things were harder to come by in a swamp than on dry land. Like quality metal, iron bacteria was plentiful but produced little of that hard metal. Although his people never wanted for food since they knew what to look for.

Unfortunately Lizard Fighter wasn't adept at tracking, or hunting, or gathering non-poisonous substances for the younger tribe members. Eating so much poison gave him a big boost in his resistance to it, it tended to taste good dammit...

He did excel at combat though, each member of the tribe when they reached eight started to learn basic weapon usage. It was here that he took up the lead, wrestling other youths into submission or disarming and knocking them to the ground. His people practiced with clubs, wooden spears, and claws. No metal until they were older so they didn't kill each other by accident.

Of course accidents happen. L.F's rival raked his claws across his twelve year old face, leaving deep cuts that developed into the scars he adorned today. Training and real combat were different however, so he had been sent out years later to experience the world gain the experience needed.

It was at this point L.F received an old knife and a buckler from his chief before being sent on his way. His people weren't blind to the world though and he had heard about Adventurer's. How often they fought and how far they explored. What better profession could there be for the 'savage of the swamp'. He followed rumors and directions to Palisade town, a place of beginnings for Adventurers or so they said.

Adventuring Rank: Porcelain

Equipment:
* Studded Club: A hefty piece of wood with a simple leather binding at the tapered 'grip'. In the bulky head of the club are iron rivets to help concentrate the bludgeoning force into smaller areas for higher damage. Or so the shopkeeper said...
* : A surprisingly huge blade, more like a small beefy sword than a knife, that protects the knuckles of the user with a sharpened guard. It has several cracks along the blade denoting its heavy usage along with a slightly rounded tip.
* Buckler: The smallest of all of the shields, this is strapped to his forearm to leave his hands free. It's a thin piece of iron, dinged up and slightly rusted, with the typical bubble in the middle to ease impacts.
* Leather Attire: Adorning the man were basic leather clothing. Albeit thick and much more crude than what humans normally made. Essentially it was hides turned inside out so the fur was inside, except the collar and hem of the vest.
* Porcelain Adventurer's Tag

Skills:
* Athletic: Living in a swamp has its benefits. You learn how to move through tougher terrain, build strong muscles, and learn how to climb good. Lizard Fighter can perform long leaps, swim easily, climb where others can't, and traverse muddy terrain as if it were a dirt road. Of course the deeper the muck the slower he goes despite being used to it.
* Toughness: Given his reptilian nature he has a tougher physique thanks to his scaled hide. Also thanks to taking many a blow back in his home while growing up. He can shrug off minor hits and mitigates some of the damage of stronger attacks. Either by changing the angle of how they hit or flexing to lessen the impact.
* Poison Resistance: Due to living in a swamp the majority of his life he has become highly resistant to poisonous substances. Prolonged exposure will still affect him but it takes longer than the average human.

[User]
Lizard Fighter kept circling the overgrown sow as she shook her head. Seemingly not caring that he had purposefully flung dirt and sand at its eyes to blind it. Well physically she didn't react, but he could see some sort of insult in its eyes. Stupid boars, to big and smart for their own good some times. He readied himself as she squealed and reared up before the guards voice rang out to use something. A flick of his eyes and he saw the burning branch, which got that long tail to scoop it up before it dropped into his free hand.

Wild animals weren't keen with fire. It was the brightness and the heat that scared them, nevermind the pain of getting toasted. But it was day time, so no brightness. Holding the burning branch out he kept it between himself and the female boar. A twitch and he shifted it so the flames roared a bit and sent a wave of heat at the enlarged porkchop. Another voice range out as he leaped to the side, avoiding the boars charge at the last second, assuming the fire hadn't made it change direction. The druid had freed the piglet that had caused this whole damn mess.

Slowly he began to back away, keeping his blade up at the ready and the rather large torch between himself and the pigs. "A winged spear would be too circumstantial to keep around, but it would have been handy here. Maybe next time just silence the young?" He called out, some grumpiness lacing his tone while he kept those vigilant eyes on his opponent. Making sure she wouldn't charge again.

[Assistant]
The bigger male boar continued his mad dash towards the tree, up until the point that he could nom longer feel the clamp-like sensation across his back. Skidding to a halt and turning about, snorting loudly and grunting like a ... Well, pig! The enlarged slab of ham watched as the unwanted rider now scrambled away from him, apparently terrified of his overwhelming might. Not that the boar thought this, of course, he was a boar after all. Still, seeing his assailant flee gave the large critter a boost of confidence, and a taaste for revenge... Scraping the ground with a hoof, he lowered his head to prepare for a chase...

But was suddently interupted, as a much lighter, shriller squeal caught his ears and caused his head to perk back up.

Over by the lizardman, the mama piggy was busy grnting and stomping her hooves as well, furious at the overgrown reptile for avoiding her charges. Narrowing her eyes, she almost seemed to try and anticipate where the large, red, gore-covered pile of stink would move next, but she was also wary of the new, smoking stick he held in one hand... The fire from the torch was enough to make the sow cautuious, though not enough to frighten or intimidate her. With another grunt, snort and hoof-stomp, she too lowered her head in preperation for another mad dash! ... But stopped in her tracks as soon as the squeal of her young was heard.

Both parents, in a fit of parental love - or instinctual desire to preserve their species - rushed to the side of the tiny, tumbling piglet. The mother brushed against its side and began leading the tiny morsel away, quickly heading for the bushes from which the parents had sprung frombefore. The male stayed behind, covering the sow and his child as they escped, slowly backing off, bit by bit... Until he too, with a loud grunt, turned and dove into the underbrush, scurrying away amongst leaves and foliage with clopping, thudding steps. The crisis, for now, was averted.

The druid let out a long-held breath of relief, using her sstaff which she had picked up earlier, as a means to steady herself and lean on. She wasn't sure that the boars would back off or give up the fight when their piglet returned, at least not both of them - but things had turned out for the best this time. She also didn't notice either of her companions suffering any major injuries during this scuffle, which waas even better! Calming down a bit, she walked briskly up to the lizard first, looking him over from top to bottom, from claw to tail-tip, from front to back.

"You're not hurt anywhere, are you? It didn't look like the mother managed to land any hits with he tusks, but... I was standing a ways away,a nd I didn't see your entire fight with her." She asked and stated at the same time. Turning her head towards where their fierce, boar-riding friend was, she raised a hand and waved, putting on a happy face as she called out. "Hey! They left! Come over here! Are you hurt anywhere?" She yelled - but in a friendly and warm manner.

The guard, who had been keeping his distance from the whole mess, finally came sauntering over - chin held high and looking surprisingly energetic, at least when compared to when they first met the lout. His step and posture were rather arrogant though, as if he had beaten off the boars himself and contributed no small effort to the battle.

"Well, I guess even porcelains can do it if there's enough of 'em!" He said, condescendingly friendly. "This'll give you lot something to yap about and brag to your other adventurers about tonight, huh? Hah! I might even tell the boys back at the garrison about this!" The man puffed out his chest and looked unwarrantedly chipper. "Still though, you didn't kill 'em, and the quest was for cleaning the ditches, not chasing off boars. Don't be thinking you'll earn any extra from this, alright?" He wagged his finger annoyingly.

With that said, the guard turned to look at the bushes where the boars had run off into. After which, he turned his head towards the sun, which had sunk a fair bit in the sky, though was not yet at the horizon. There were still hours left in te day, and hours left to clean the ditches. Once the trio had gathered themselves, rested and talked amongst their own, the guard wouold make sure to remind them to get back to work. He was such a helpful fellow after all.

[User]
The Lizard Fighter was calm as he kept circling the female boar. From his stance, and with his strength, he could literally go in any direction including up. He took note she was being cautious now because of the flames in his off-hand. Good, that'd make her steer a little awkwardly instead of just mindlessly charging him. She'd run out of energy before him if she kept stomping, squealing, and charging. A tired prey was easy prey.

But a tiny, more shrill, squeal rung out and got the mothers attention pretty much instantly. She abandoned the fight immediately and began to rub and lead the piglet back to the forest. Snorting the Fighter stood up fully as he sheathed his blade. An escaped meal, ah well. The male caught up to the pair and watched the group warily, backing up to the woods. Such strange behavior from a boar. Maybe they were magical? Doubtful but still possible.

The Druid came over to him, seeming to be winded from whatever she had been doing. "I've fought boars before. Not that size though, so no I didn't get hit. Wild straight line charges are easy to avoid." He stated before turning his attention to her fully. "Why were you so bent on us not killing them?" He questioned, he wasn't angry about the womans desire. But she should remember they had to pay for food, those boars could have fed the group for a good week if the meat was preserved properly.

Stretching his arms above his head he looked back at the palisade while Druid Girl called over Archer Girl. Just wanting to make sure she wasn't hurt obviously. The guard also spoke up, making the Fighter stiffen slightly. Snorting he tossed the torch into the fire before going back to the ditch. He hadn't ridden a boar so he was still pretty fresh. He silently went back to the job, tossing the corpses of animals and the rare goblin up out of the man-made mini-ravine.

It felt easier doing it this way instead of each party member grabbing one or two animals, going up the steep side, dropping it in the fire, and then going down to do it again. Have a strong one down in the ditch to launch the light and heavy corpses and the others up top could haul them to the fires.


[System]
The Sanctuary

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Street Food

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Age
Unknown, seems in late teens/early twenties
Breed
Demon
Gender
Male
Description
In his human form, Adam stands at 5'7" with light brown hair and lovely green eyes. His skin in this form is a nice pale.

In his demon form, Adam stands at 6'3" with white strands of hair and crimson red eyes. His skin in this form is ghostly white. He has scales coming out of his back where his spine is, and claws on the ends of his hands.
Personality
While he appears human, Adam is very kind and passionate about protecting others. He appears especially attractive and innocent. While human, Adam is loving and listens very well. He seems like the perfect nice person. He is silly, and everything a shy and innocent person would be.

However, when he is in his demon form he is the opposite. He is cruel, terrible, and terrifying. He'll protect those who he deems worthy of protecting, but he is mostly uncontrollable and chaotic while in this mode. He's unpredictable.
Backstory
The demons were getting smarter. More clever. They wanted a way to create more of themselves that looked human. So they did. They took what was needed to create a demon, and placed it into the body of a human. The result was Adam.

But Adam was a failure. He didn't want to hurt the humans, he wanted to protect them. He felt...emotions. He was lucky he had his demon form, and he fought his demon parents off. Killed them, and then set out on his own. Did he want...closure? A home? A family? Being a human is confusing. After finding a few and (secretly) learning from them, he's gotten the hang of it. Now, he's one his way to The Sanctuary. He just hopes they don't murder him.

Misc
-In human form, he carries two daggers made from his parent's bones
-Adam finds humans interesting, so if he's to be with one romantically he doesn't care their sex

[User]
"oh Adam you don't have to go any further, I never really knew my parents either. he'd say trying to stop Adam before he got too emotional. He'd then look up hearing a famailar voice.

His eyes would lock with Brielle as she was headed their way and he greets her happily with a hug. He'd turn his attention to her to address her question.

"oh well today I was gonna teach the kids about some of the local flora and fauna, but if you wanted I could take you to work with me soon. Perhaps we could go over a few things there? It would be good for the children as well to see some things demonstrated. Unless, you preferred something more so centered around us two training? It's your choice."

He smiles giving her a bright a toothy grin, one of his thick long dread locks would be hanging down in a goofy manner in the center of his face.

@Ktyhrea@Hawlin@Lord Orgasmo

[Assistant]
Ysran could hear a small commotion from near the entrance as he wandered throughout the streets. He listened in as closely as he could. From what he could gather, this was a social call. Perfect. This would likely give him some much needed info. He decided to tail and observe.

They began to talk about their food. Hm. A bit of a strange thing to talk about. Maybe he was a foreigner like himself and this food was new to him? Well, that didn't matter right now. Time to keep listening.

Another person had soon joined them. He couldn't quite hear their names. But, with any luck, he'd either find out soon, or it wouldn't matter. The new person began to pull out some sort of food. Yams? Probably. He also held up his hands. A gesture of sorts? Maybe.

They talked about the origins of one of them. So that's what they would talk about when meeting a new person? Seems reasonable enough. Soon enough they were finished eating, and stood up. Time to follow.

One of them looked directly at him. He gave a quick wave, and began looking down in an attempt to disengage. Looks like it worked. He continued following them.

[User]
Luciel made no comment as Brielle took the yams, having offered for her to take her pick rather than take them all. It mattered so little, since she'd already helped him so much that she deserved a bit extra, anyway. To finish off the joke, he knowingly replied, "Try not to mention it, I have a reputation to maintain" with a small hiss of a chuckle, forked tongue briefly flicking between his teeth. No sooner had he shouldered the pack once more than had the suggestion been offered to go to the dining hall. The mutt was thrilled by the idea of food, though as he was being led through the streets, the crowds unnerved him. He took the time to again adjust the bear head to make the disguise as convincing as possible. The thought crossed his mind of how suspicious he would seem if anyone actually caught on, though he didn't imagine it was such a large concern as long as he had an escort.

He had to admit, the town was certainly not what he had expected. Caverns and structures built within it gave a small twist to his own view of living in a cave. Monsters and men, that sort of stipulation was mostly lost to his awe. Now more than ever, he cautiously followed Brielle while taking in the scenery now that he was in the belly of the beast.
Even entering the mess hall, he was nervous what with the volume of humans and their conversations. Paranoia took him with the even slightest glance, certain he would be driven out or worse at any moment. The gripping fear had quelled the innate instinct to kill, so much so that he hadn't realized where he was being led until Brielle gestured to the table of confections which she took a few articles from before making her way off to a group. They were most certainly not his kind of people, especially with how happy and friendly they were with each other.

Rather than stand there by the table, Luciel followed suit, though paused right after grabbing a wooden plate. A second outstretched hand retracted to momentarily touch the silver of his necklace while swiftly whispering, "Bless us, lord; this bounty and the charity of its provider."
Carefully, he picked out a slice of ham, a muffin, apple...the such that was unlike what he could provide for himself. While rabbit sinew and goat blood was as savory in a stew or raw, the care that was put into the preparation of baked goods and livestock was a luxury that was impossible to simply pass up.

Stocked with as much as he'd dare take, the matter of seating presented itself. Luciel reasoned that following Brielle was probably the sensible option, since sitting alone could be done anywhere, and people seemed to know who she was well enough to respect her. 'Friends' being a foreign concept, and respect being the closest next, 'Eden', as Brielle addressed him, seemed nice enough. Among the others, Luciel couldn't be sure, but took his collection with him to also approach the group.
Awkwardly, he greeted them with a small bow before taking a seat on the bench across from Brielle. "Good morning" he said after a moment of staring at the plate, trying to decide where to start. Taking the apple from the top, he kept his head low, utilizing the bear hood to hide his eyes which were likely sharp from the nervousness at this point.

An odd sense bled through his senses. It was an oddly familiar scent he couldn't place his finger on. Lifting his head only enough to eye Adam, Luciel sniffed before lightly nibbling the fruit with his very front teeth. He reasoned that whatever the feeling was, it certainly could not be farther from his business. While the blood in the humans called to him with all of its hateful stink, he seemed almost hollow, as if he weren't even there save for a faint sweetness that was difficult to explain. Again, not his problem, no matter what it could mean.

"Miss Brielle is...showing me around town?" Luciel explained, glancing up to Brielle for confirmation.

@LadyinInk@Ktyhrea@GoodLuckTuck

[Assistant]
@Hawlin@Ktyhrea@WhiteMoths
"I lost my mom when I was younger too. That's why my dad and I came here." Adam felt bad lying to her, but what else was there to do? He couldn't just tell them he was a demon experiment and they'd all be fine with it. As Sparrow stood, she seemed to hesitate for a moment. Was she on to him? He let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding.
"Ready to go? There are a few things I want to show you before we leave, and I have to stop by my room for my cloak before we go too."
Adam nodded, ready to go. Before they could leave, others walked in. A woman, who seemed interested in him, asked him if he was new here. He gave a steady nod. The other was a male, who eyed him suspiciously. Yup, it was time to go outside with Sparrow.
"Lead the way, little bird," he said to her cheerfully, glad he had come up with that nickname. That's what humans did with their friends, right? Made up nicknames as a way to be closer?

[User]
The boy with Brielle seemed a little... odd. Sparrow shrugged it off. Probably getting a touch warm under that bear, she muses, laughing internally to herself before returning her attention to Adam, who suddenly seemed much more interested in leaving. His body looked more stiff; on edge all at once. "Lead the way, little bird." His words spur another giggle from Sparrow, who tosses her hair over her shoulder and stares into Adam's eyes. This time she doesn't hesitate and simply takes his hand, holding it lightly and leading him towards the exit of the dinning hall. With her other hand she carries Adam's now empty plate, setting it in one of the deep wooden boxes near the exit. The dish slips down into the black soapy water and settles on top of the rest of the empty plates.

"It was a pleasure to see you all. We'll be back in a bit. If anyone asks I'm umm... sick. Yeah. I'll be in my room all day." Sparrow winks at the group still near the table, halfheartedly faking a cough before disappearing out of the dinning hall with Adam. The hallway outside the dinning area was lit by candles along the wall, close to the ceiling. Out of the corner of her eye Sparrow watches her companion. The chatter of the dinning hall fades into the distance as they walk. She takes a small staircase which leads them deeper into the mountain. "Everyone's rooms are down here," she explains as they pass a handful of closed doors. "My dad and I sleep here." Sparrow stops and pushes open a deep blue door. The paint was beginning to peel, but it still looked more cheerful than many of the deep brown doors. Inside she walks to the closet and pulls out a cape not much longer than her knee length dress, and rich forest green in color. She pulls her arms from her light blue cardigan and hangs it up again before wrapping her cape around her shoulders and securing the ornate clasp on the front to keep it from slipping off. "Much better," she mutters, more to herself than anyone else. Before leaving she also grabs a length of brown ribbon from her bedside table, using it to tie back her blonde waves and keep them out of her eyes.

She turns to Adam when she finishes. "If you want I can show you the reservoir, but that's the only other thing that's down here. Upstairs are the dinning hall and kitchen, which you've seen, and the training grounds, classrooms, guard chambers, supply rooms, the main gathering hall, and the King and Queen's chambers. I can show you all but those last two before we leave, or I can show you around when we get back, it's up to you." Sparrow smiles, excited to spend more time with Adam. Despite the two only just meeting, she felt like they would get along wonderfully, then again she felt that way about most people. Too trusting. Her father swore up and down it would get her into more trouble than she was worth, but Sparrow never changed her ways. For as long as she cared to remember it had been proven to her that if you gave people the opportunity to prove that they were trustworthy, they more often than not would prove you right.

@Hawlin @WhiteMoths @LadyinInk

[Assistant]
Adam looked at Sparrow as she giggled and flipped her hair, and he found himself with a tiny grin on his face. Why was that? Contagious laughter, perhaps? When she looked at him, directly at his eyes, he was scared that she might be able to see the monster in him. But he knew he was wrong as she took his hand. It was soft, yet not terribly soft, against his own skin. His smile grew and his heart leaped. Was that normal? Was his body okay? She lead him away, turning back and talking to the others to make sure they'd cover for her.

As they walked through the hall, Adam looked at the walls. It was neat, this fortress of humanity. He found it quite amazing how one moment humans would be fighting against each other and the next, they'd be working together against another enemy.
Sparrow opened a blue door, and Adam followed her in. He looked around, nodding in response when she told him this is where she and her father stayed.

Adam watched as she put on a deep green cape and tied up her hair. He liked the way all of the colour was together in one place, all tied up. She seemed more comfortable in her cape. He, again, found himself smiling. Was this normal for a human?
"If you want I can show you the reservoir, but that's the only other thing that's down here. Upstairs are the dining hall and kitchen, which you've seen, and the training grounds, classrooms, guard chambers, supply rooms, the main gathering hall, and the King and Queen's chambers. I can show you all but those last two before we leave, or I can show you around when we get back, it's up to you."
"How about when we get back?" Adam suggested although he didn't really mind either one. He just wanted to spend more time with this girl. She intrigued him, on multiple different levels.