[System]
Alias - N/A

Species - Wookie

Gender - Male

Age - 181 standard years old

Appearance - Raarkoo's fur covers his entire body, on his face are a few distinguishable features. Just below his left eye is a burn mark, across his lips is a scar.

Height - 2.2 meters

Weight - 253 pounds

Apparel/Armor - As he is a wookie, Raarkoo does not really wear clothing. His thick fur provides resistance to the elements and some natural protection. He has a bandoleer which contains ammunition and around his hips is a sturdy leather belt which contains supplies. Also on the belt are holsters for his sidearm blaster and vibrosword. On his back is another holster for his bowcaster.

Weapons - Raarko's main weapon is a handcrafted bowcaster, the signature weapon of his species. He carries a secondary weapon in the form of a Model 434 heavy blaster pistol. For close range encounters Raarko has a vibroblade.

Equipment - A M-TD miniaturized translator droid, Imperial Peace-Keeping Certificate, grappling spike launcher, credit chip, Whipcord launcher and Bacta spray.

Personal starship - Raarko flies a G1-M4-C Dunelizard fighter. It is a relatively quick craft that is equipped with twin medium laser cannons, a missile launcher and shields. It is a common sight amongst bounty hunters and is enough for Raarko.

Skills - * Raarko is highly skilled with his bowcaster, it's is favored weapon though he is proficient with other blasters.
* He is a fearsome melee combatant, his pure physical strength is often enough to win close quarters battles. But he is trained with his vibroblade and enjoys using it.
* As a wookie he is naturally stronger than many other species, almost to an absurd degree. Wookies have a reputation to rip someone's arm out if they anger them, Raarko is no different.
* He's a natural climber, trees in particular are something climbed with ease. He's also faster than he would appear for his towering size.
* Raarko is also great at tracking, able to do it on all terrains but forests in particular. He knows how to lay down traps and often does so.
* Solid starship pilot, no an ace but can hold his own.
* He understands his native language, Galactic Basic and Huttese. He cannot speak the latter two though.

Flaws - * He is prone to intense bouts of anger. It doesn't take a whole lot to stir his temper.
* Unable to speak any language except for his native tongue. Requires his translator droid when speaking to non-Wookies.
* Raarko is completely ruthless, when tracking a bounty he lets nothing stand in his way. While he doesn't enjoy killing civilians, if they are in his path then he's not afraid to cause collateral damage.
* He's very cocky and looks down at many other species. He'll often crack remarks about his superior strength and power.
* Raarko does not have many friends and is used to working alone. So much so that he almost prefers it. He rarely trusts others.
* He has an intense hatred for Trandoshans, just being in the presence of one makes him want to rip its head off. He doesn't work with them no matter the situation. Also hates the Empire but works with them because they pay very well.

Personality - Raarko is a fierce wookie with a volatile temperament, this is a stereotype of the race but he pretty much embodies it. He's quick to anger and when angry tends to destroy walls, doors and items around him. He's not afraid to speak his mind on matters, though to non speakers of his language his words just sound like growls and roars. He has few friends throughout the galaxy but those that he has he protects with intensity. He respects courage and boldness, a way to earn his respect is to best him in combat honorably or fight alongside of him.

Backstory - Raarko was born on the wookie homeworld of Kashyyyk, his family was large and very close. He spent his early years learning the wookie way of life. It was during this time that he learned about the beauty of his homeworld, the fierce and sometimes gentle wildlife, the massive trees his people climbed. Being on forested worlds to this day reminds him of his homeworld. When he reached adulthood he stayed on his homeworld, becoming a hunter for his people.

It was his job to track down and kill wild creatures so that the people in his village could eat. Life was simple and like this for many years. He met a female wookie who would become his wife, eventually he had a son. He was happy on his homeworld, there was rarely conflict and any outsiders that came to the world were merchants who meant his species no harm. For decades it went like this until the Clone Wars began and his planet became a sight for battle.

He fought in the battle of Kashyyyk, on the frontlines with thousands of his race. Some were scared of the fearsome droid army that was going to bear down on them, but these fears were shot down. His people were backed by the Republic army and Jedi. Combat began quickly but dragged on in a back and forth conflict, neither side seeming to push the tide of war their way. Many of Raarko's friends perished in battle, though he survived it.

Then everything changed as the Republic fell and the Empire rose, it was all a blur to him as he watched clone troopers gun down their Jedi generals as they were branded traitors to the Republic. His people were enslaved by the now Imperial forces as they took his homeworld, Raarko was sent to mine spices and split from his family. He didn't see his son or wife again.

For a few years he was forced to work intense and brutal labor as he mined spices. He worked it alongside of his race, many died during the forced labor. Raarko and a few of his fellow wookies broke away and escaped one day, flying away into space away from the mines.

With nowhere else to turn Raarko became a bounty hunter, there were few free wookies throughout the galaxy at that time, a good amount of them became bounty hunters. He put his skills as hunter to work, carving out a solid reputation as a freelance bounty hunter. Years of work lead him to working with the Empire, a prospect he was at first nervous about until he proved an asset to them after tracking and capturing some of their targets.

He didn't like working for the people that enslaved his people and was watchful of them every second he was in their presence. He received the message from the Empire about a lucrative job offer and took it.

[User]
Vidori "Sellgun" Selgan

Sellgun walks straight into the CorSec office through the front door and straight up to the receptionist, who gives him a stock greeting. He nods and smiles and responds, "Good day miss, I need to talk to the highest ranking person you have on site, preferably one with your tactical response teams, oh and feel free to mention the word 'pending assassination' to him to get him to see me." One hand surreptitiously flicks a camera onto the underside of her desk with a view of the door. His weapons and gear is nicely concealed under his coat.

[Assistant]
Upon hearing back from his lackeys, the first thing Bodaan does is to order Carth to seek invitation for him. Receiving an invitation to the ball would be better than sneaking or breaking in for one of the targets, and a high profile celebrity like himself shouldn't have too much difficulty in securing an invite, last minute or not. "And if you receive any trouble in getting me an official invitation, tell them that I plan on donating the winnings of my next race to... Whatever this society event is about." He switched off the comlink and proceeded into the law enforcement office with Luke. Bodaan had zero intention of keeping that promise, but hopefully it wouldn't come to that anyway.

He and Luke approached the nearest officer, and the hunter addressed them by showing his bounty hunter's license. "The Imperials have some high profile targets that are hiding out somewhere in Coronet. If I do not capture them quickly, the Empire will flood your streets with stormtroopers and instill martial law, disrupting the peace and making you all look incompetent in the process. Let's avoid that. I'll need access to all information you have available on these individuals."

[User] Sol'id Fist stepped off the landing platform and found himself within the crowds and bowels of Treasure Ship Row. As he marched through the wide avenues and thick crowds, men, women, and aliens parting before him, he thought of his next move. He recalled two old friends that lived around these parts, and in all probability he would talk to both. First however, he'd check up on Othik Chekka. The Information Broker had been thorough on their last meeting. He would see if the Rodian had anything valuable to share. The big Mandalorian kept his shoulders relaxed as he walked, but his eyes were ever moving behind his visor, and his hands held onto his custom rifle with practiced ease.

[Assistant] "Boss, we have received a new bounty on the way to Correllia, from an Imperial Admiral, five people, three human, Twi'lek and a Sullustan, more details on the datapad."  Cobbler reports to his Bothan owner, sitting in the cockpit. "Thank you Cobbler, but let's deposit our ambassador first... How long till Correllia J7?" Kai requests, starting to drink some form of beer. An accompanying beep chirps from a recently polished R2 unit. "Around five minutes sir, you really need to allow me to teach you how to understand R2J7 one day..." Cobbler translates with reasonable disgust, waddling to some part of the ship. A disagreeable beep emits from J7, continuing to pilot the ship. Kai leaves his reliable little pilot to get his hunting equipment ready. A minute later Kai is cleaning and arranging his hunting clothes and equipment in a shooting range-like weapon storeroom, training his aim on three deactivated B1 battle droids dressed in certain forms of armour, the Bothan's aim being quite decent, deciding to activate one of the clankers, now testing Kai's aim on moving and panicked targets.

[User]
Raarkoo came out of the alleyway to find a trio of stormtroopers staring right at him. He gave a glance towards them, and they looked away. He doubted there were many of his kind on this world, but he was no slave and must have looked quite menacing to them. The docks were a massive area, in the distance he could see an astonishing amount of action. Massive ships were being constructed, smaller ones flew all around them as crowds of workers milled around.

A group of protesters were nearby, several of them held up signs demanding fair treatment to dock workers. They were going on with some annoying chant as civilians in the area just passed by them, they seemed to be why the trio of solders were nearby. They were ensuring that this protest was only that, they'd allow these people to chant and yell, but if it got violent then that opened another can entirely.

"Where is Kri Siv? He's like the head of these protests, right?" The wookie asked as he approached one of the protesters, the man he spoke to looked surprised that Raarkoo had come up to him. His droid had translated his words to Basic and the man definitely heard him.

"Who? Siv? No one has seen him in days, we don't know where he is." The protester replied, it didn't seem like he was lying. Raarkoo glared at the human, and the man's expression changed again to one that showed honesty.

"You're certain?"

"Yes, one hundred percent. Ask around the docks, doubt they'll let you in but if you have any luck finding him, it'll be there. We just agree with his words, I've never even seen him." The protester stated as the wookie wandered away, he was getting a bit frustrated. Siv was a well known person in the city, sooner or later he'd find him.

---

"Assassination? You can't just say that out loud in here. I could call the Empire and have them speak with you." The secretary answered with a glare. A few people in the room looked in surprise at the conversation. Then a door came open on the side of the room, and a clean shaven, bald human man emerged from it. He wore a white jacket which indicated his status in CorSec.

"Major Staston, this man just wandered in here and mentioned something about a 'pending assassination'." The secretary explained as Staston motions for you to enter his office, once you do the Major sits down at his desk, across from his seat is another chair.

"Please have a seat, how can I help? Whats your name?" Major Statson asked as he took a sip of his tea.

---

A couple of the officers glance at you and Luke, the one you approach inspects your bounty hunter license to confirm that it is not a counterfeit. He taps a few keys on his computer, then looks at you.

"Your license checks out, all the proper Imperial provided clearance. All of the targets are in our databases, we have their last known locations, but it's unlikely they are there currently. People like this, that are being tracked by the Empire tend to move around a lot." The officer said, then tapped a few more keys.

"I doubt the Empire will do that. It's a great way to cause full out civil war in a city that builds many of their ships," The officer said with a different look. "You want all of the information on all of them? Don't want to narrow on one and go from there?"

---

A few passerbys give you looks, from up above on the second floor you can see more staring at you. Chekka's office is not far from your current location, he's a popular man in Treasure Ship Row. Then after a few turns and weaves you are there, it's a simple looking building, a sign above with his name on it. Two imposing men just outside the door, a blaster pistol on each of their hips.

Both men stare at you for a moment, seemingly sizing you up, then one presses a switch near them and the door pops open. Right in the center of the room you can see a Rodian, he is currently chatting on a comm-link in his native tongue but hangs up as soon as he makes eye contact with you.

"Is that you, Sol'id? Barely recognized you in that tin can. Come right in, have a seat. Do you want a drink?" Othik Chekka said as he waves you towards him. Both of his hired muscle outside the building go back to ignoring you.


[System]
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Appearance:
 Height: 5'5"
 Build: Slender
 Hair: Ash blond (light brown)
 Eyes: Green
 Clothing: His attire consists of a white, long-sleeved shirt underneath a black, over-sized hoodie with a pair of black gloves. Additionally, he wears a pair of dark green pants with black combat boots.
Skillset: He is experienced with the functionality of machines, due to his upbringing, and has an adept knowledge of science. He is also talented at picking locks and has a decent amount of knowledge in medicine. Though he is not the strongest, he is fairly nimble.
Weapon(s): .45 Auto Pistol & Combat Knife
Personality: Though quiet when with strangers, he is quite the talkative person when given the time to become adjusted to another's presence. Armed with a sarcastic personality, as well as an offhanded tendency to snap at people, he does have an odd sense of obligation for other people's safety and well-being, even if they have done him wrong before. He also has the habit of hiding things from people, fearing the consequences he may have to face if he were to tell them. As for himself, he could be considered rather unconcerned and reckless.
Biography: He grew up in the same town as Jace, sequestered in the marshlands of southern Georgia. His father worked as a mechanic there, which included supplying the town with purified water. When the machine began to break down gradually, though, rations had to be issued, which caused the family to become unpopular when there was not enough for everyone to share. His mother died when he was young when there was a "freak accident," and afterwards, that only gave the other townspeople more reason to ostracize the family--if the man could not be trusted to keep his own family alive, then how could he be trusted to keep an entire town alive? When he was sixteen, he fell ill from radiation poisoning, but recovered; after this close call with death, he decided to begin his research on a long-term solution for the water issue, studying Project Purity and more cases of a G.E.C.K. working miracles. About two years after, he and his closest friend, Jace, set out on their journey to search through Vaults until they discovered one.

[User]
"Kaye, it'd probably be best to let someone else cook this morning," Leith said, appearing from the treeline. He slung his combat shotgun back onto his back, narrowing his eyes at Kaye as she made the preparations for breakfast. He then flicked his gaze over at Basil, who appeared to be measuring out what appeared to be Rad-Away; he assumed it was for Jace, just in case he still felt the lingering effects or radiation sickness.
 "I can do it after I'm done with this," Basil offered.
 "Why, that sounds like a splendid idea," Leith said, looking pointedly at Kaye. He cocked his head toward the Brahmin. "Why don't you get Bessie and Bob ready instead, 'hon?"

[Assistant]
"You mess up one meal and you're set for ridicule for life..." Kaye mumbled to herself. She didn't give up a fight, surprisingly, as she sat down the supplies on a rock and sauntered towards Bessie and Bob in silence. It seemed so odd for her to be acting so...normal, it instantly set up a red flag in Jace's mind.
 "You already drugged the food again, didn't you?"
 She looked over, shocked at his words. She put her hands on her hips in a sassy manner while glaring at him. "No, I haven't, actually! And for you to accuse me of such offends me!" God, did everyone have to assume the worse in her?
 "Then why give up so easily about cooking? Unless you have already done something to the food."
 "Just because I'm not a morning person does not mean I did anything to the food! Besides, I don't feel too well to pull such pranks this morning. Thank you." That probably had something to do with the fact she hadn't had any chems this morning, but she wasn't about to admit that to anyone.

[User]
"Kids, stop fighting for once in your damn lives," Leith scolded, huffing as he took a seat on a boulder, beginning to check his gun over before they set off. Though he trusted his combat shotgun to deal adequate damage when she needed to, she'd gotten old and was constantly falling apart. He didn't quite have the heart to throw her away yet, though, as she'd always been there for him before. If she went down, then he was going down with her, just like a captain with his ship. Still, he liked to make sure that she was ready to go before he rushed off into potentially dangerous situations.
 "Jace, here's the last of the Rad-Away that we have on us," Basil said, walking over to him with the syringe ready, "You need to take it before we go."

[Assistant]
Jace rolled his eyes at the ghoul, deciding it would be best to just ignore him for now. "I do not need anymore, Basil," he said before sighing softly. He forced himself to smile at him although he still felt like an ass for what he'd done yesterday. "Don't you think we should save the rest of it for emergencies?"
 "Unless we are heading into an irradiated vault, I do not believe we will need it." Kaye remained silent for a moment before turning to Jace and Basil. "This place isn't irradiated, right?" She bit her lip nervously. Although she never acknowledged the point, she worried about Leith. They hadn't known each other but for a couple of years and knew he most likely hated her deep down for her childish antics, but it always ate at her in the back of her mind that he may one day turn feral. Despite how selfish it may sounded, she didn't want to be around when it happened because she didn't think she could bring herself to do what needed to be done.

[User]
"I don't know if it'll be irradiated or not," Basil said with a shrug. He glanced at Kaye before focusing again on Jace. "We've tried warning you that this place is unpredictable, as are all vaults. This is your last chance to turn back, if you're not feeling up to it. And Jace, take it; I think it'll be worse if you get sick again while we're in there, especially if we do happen upon something particularly bad."
 Leith looked up at Kaye, and said, "You having your doubts now, Kaye?"

[Assistant]
"Of course not!" Kaye said quickly as she turned to stare at Leith. "We are going to earn our paychecks even if it kills us!" Well, she doubted she would go that far. If it seemed too dangerous when they got there, then she would back out but they wouldn't know until they got there. She started to think these two knew more than they were letting on but didn't voice her suspicions.
 "You would all just love that, wouldn't you? The girl back out because she might have to get her hands dirty a little bit. Well, guess what? I'm from the South, too, and we southern girls like to get our hands dirty, so ha!"
 "I don't think there has been a clean person in this state for a few hundred years now," Jace said, smirking slightly.
 "You know what I mean! God, leave it to men to make everything more difficult than it should be."
 He shook his head in exasperation before looking back at Basil. He sighed once more before holding his arm out. "Go for it, then. Just know...I do not approve of this."

[User]
"Well, I didn't ask for your approval," Basil said with a smirk.
 "So there's supposed to be this wiggly-woggly thing in my gun, but it's gone now. Do you think that'll be an issue by any chance?" Leith asked offhandedly.
 Basil glanced over at him with a look that said, "Um, yeah, probably."
 Leith huffed as he began to put what remained of his shotgun back together and mumbled under his breath, "That's it. When we're done with this, I'm finding a new gun."

[Assistant]
"That 'wiggly woggly' thing that you are talking about is the receiver bolt and yes, you do need it." Jace shook his head. How could anyone use a gun without knowing how one worked? "The bullets aren't going to load without it, so you're going to have to half-cock it and manually do it."
 "Did the dumb brute actually say something smart?" Kaye asked, staring at him with wide-eyes sarcastically.
 He scowled and shot her a glare. "Shut the hell up, blondie."
 "I am not blond!"
 "Could have fooled me..."
 "Shut up! Anyways, are you going to be good to go, Leith?" She looked over at him.

[User]
Leith was quiet for a long moment, dumbfounded, almost awestruck that Jace had actually known something that he didn't. He then cleared his throat, stood up, and said, "It's a shotgun...so it uses shells, not bullets." He then stepped over to him, holding it out. "But could you please see if there's anything that you can do? Please?" Sure, the asshole could make it deliberately harm him next time he shot it, but there was already a high chance of that happening as is.
 "Awww... That was...almost nice," Basil said, smiling softly. He stepped away from them, his medicinal work done. "We might make friends of you two yet."

[Assistant] Jace scowled at Basil's comment. "I highly doubt that will ever happen." He was pretty surprised he had said 'please' to him, so he felt he didn't have much of a choice. After taking the shotgun from his hands, he looked it over for a moment while tinkering with it, studying it as closely as Basil would information on a terminal. After a few minutes, he sighed and handed it back to him before shaking his head. "I'm sorry but there isn't anything I can really do for it without the proper parts. Even if you had an extra rifle reciever bolt, the shell wouldn't fit through the chamber. If you had another shotgun, though, I could fix it. Once you've done that, though, then what would be the point of tearing up a good shotgun to fix this piece of shit?"

[User]
"Hey, now, don't insult Rebecca like that," he said, taking the gun back. He sighed, gazing down at her forlornly. "She's stuck around longer than anyone else has. We've been through both the best of times and the worst of times, together. Hard to just...throw her away."

 "We'll start out with just a BB gun, but once you get older, son, this gun right here will be yours. A gun is your best friend, so long as you remember the difference between the safety and the trigger. Haha. Good advice for both guns and women!"

 "The entrance should be somewhere near here," Basil said, squinting against the approaching darkness. Despite having traveled the entire day and being exhausted, he felt a surge of excitement begin to serve as a backup source of energy now that they had finally arrived. "The entrance could be covered or overgrown, so we may need to look around."
 "Looks a lot like nowhere to me," Leith mumbled, though he knew the kid was right. But if the entrance was hidden or overgrown, that could mean two things. One, that the residents never came out and could even be living down there even to this day; though they were rare, he had heard of vaults that had managed to persist in spite of the circumstances surrounding their existence. However, there could just be a bunch of dead bodies down there. The second was that someone had deliberately obscured the entrance, meaning that they were ready to keep anything out. Therefore, he doubted that they'd be very welcoming of guests who desired to look through their possessions.

[Assistant]
Jace nodded his head in response before walking away from the group. Now that they were here, he put his mind to the task at hand and slowly paced around the area, taking everything in. They were inside a deep-set ridge with the walls fairly spaced out. There were more trees inside the ridge than there was flanking them on the tops of the hilltops and surrounding area, so it was a good indication to Jace that there very well could be a G.E.C.K. nearby. There was also a lot of rotting and piled debris in the ridge where rains must have washed all the fallen trees downriver.
 His heart rate begun to speed up at the prospect of the completion of their journey. It had to be here...he felt it in his bones. Although it was a little upsetting that his excursion with Basil was coming to a close, at least they wouldn't have to return home empty-handed. For once in his life, Jace wasn't going to be the useless drunk that always caused fights. He would be looked in the eye by the villagers with confirmation and pride instead of people passing him by, staring at the ground in fear and shame.
 "This place floods when it rains, so if it starts raining again, we need to get out of here quickly. See all of the washed-out trees?" He motioned towards the piles of uprooted trees. "Be careful and watch your step."
 He continued walking around for a few more minutes until he came across what appeared to be a black hole behind a bunch of backwash that looked as if it was a cave. He slowly walked over to it and moved over a few free limbs. "I think I found the entrance, guys."
 "I must admit I'm impressed, Jace," Kaye said, smirking slightly.
 Jace hesitated for a moment, waiting for a smart comment to come but none came. "I'm not an idiot like ya'll think."

[User]
As Basil stepped towards the entrance, he gave pause and peered skeptically at the ground, noticing prints in the mud. "Um...these could just be our footprints, but these look...rather fresh."
 Leith glanced toward the muddy ground and nodded. "Yeah, kid's got a--" Despite himself, he flinched when he heard a bullet shoot into a nearby rock. "Shit..."


[System]
Gender: Male
Age: 16

Appearance: Izayoi is a slim, sharp-eyed young man with shaggy, messy locks of silky black hair. He stands at around the average height for a teenager his age - 5'10" or 5'11", and seems to view the world around him with a casual confidence - his face impassive, or lips curled back into his usual, enigmatic smirk. His eyes themselves are, perhaps, the most mystifying of his unassuming features. They are a crimson-gold, glinting whenever his emotions run high. They're usually sitting behind black-rimmed, rectangular glasses, but since they're only really needed for reading, Izayoi tends to keep 'em off whenever possible.

Personality: Izayoi is somewhat mysterious, despite him seeing himself as quite straightforward. At first, he comes off as somewhat quiet, if not very observant and shrewd - but that isn't from any sort of inert social anxiety...he simply likes to see what his options are before he acts. Going deeper, however, it's quite obvious to see what he truly is underneath - an endlessly empathetic and kind young man with an incredibly sharp and dry wit, a cool head, and a hero's heart. He moves with the casual, quiet confidence of someone self-assured, but not to the point of arrogance and cockiness. He has a laidback demeanor to him, and combined with his natural determination and focus, makes him incredibly easy to rely on. He's the one to ease the tension in a room with a well-timed quip, that damned smirk on his lips despite the drama.

Surprisingly enough, he's a big fan of theatrics and plays, and believes wholeheartedly in 'aesthetics' and 'style', even going so far as to make himself a grand entrance if the situation allows. This hobby of his also translates into his everyday life, Izayoi himself being a natural smooth-talker, always with a comeback on the tip of his tongue. Despite all of this, he is, like anyone, not perfect. He has a boiling point, and pissing him off to the point where his wit turns into toxicity...probably isn't the best idea. His once warm eyes turns cold, and he doesn't really have a filter on what he can say or do next. Injustice and unnecessary cruelty and idiocy are two main things that pisses him off. He has absolutely no problems with going against the law if it means helping someone in need, which can be a point of consternation with other Heroes.

Quirk/Flaw: Shadow's Embrace - Have you ever wondered what it would feel like, to be one with the very darkness itself? Well, it just so happens that Izayoi's inner Quirk makes that thought...a reality. He can feel the shadows - writhing and constantly shifting beneath the gazes of humanity. And, with that connection, comes control. Izayoi has the ability to manipulate the shadows, making them tangible and dangerous, sharp or hard, thick or thin, warm or cold. The more shadows and darkness that is in the area, the more powerful his Quirk has the potential of being. It doesn't follow any laws of science or physics - it's his will, pure and simple, and Izayoi just so happens to have a shit ton of willpower. It's strength is its pure versatility in what it can accomplish, and how it allows Izayoi to approach any situations from a multitude of angles. Weaknesses are pretty blatant, and rather annoying - large amounts of light tends to make his shadows and darkness weaker and more incline to retreat away.

Reasoning: Being a Hero was something he'd always dreamed of being, be it Underground or with an official Hero Agency, and he plans to surpass all expectations, no matter what. He has no incredibly long backstory or anything - back when he was a little kid, his family was a normal one, and they lived a relatively quiet life on the outskirts of a small Japan village. Only after a Villain attacked their little settlement, did they all get a genuine feel of what this world was like. The Heroes had been too late - and destruction had been rampant. He doesn't rightly know if his family survived - it's doubtful, but by the time the Heroes arrived, Izayoi had already lost all hope, curled up underneath a large piece of concrete, huddling away. From then on, even as he was transferred to a larger city and given to a kind orphanage, Izayoi promised himself to become strong - strong enough to stop anything like that from happening again. U.A. is the first step.

Favorite Hero: All-Might was his favorite.

Skills: For one, Izayoi is naturally intelligent, and his mental acuity comes into fruition in both academic and battlefield scenarios. He's quick to act, and even quicker to lead, keeping cool in times of strife and tragedy. He has trained a lot in preparation for U.A., and in return, has a very good grasp on both his Quirk, and it's potential strengths and weaknesses. He doubts that he's the best in hand-to-hand combat, but he knows a bit when it comes to deflecting/countering, and he has great hand-to-eye coordination.

[User] The crisp, summer air hit down on the concrete before all of UA High school's large campus. Outside, three of the new teachers kept the press away from the entrance so that the new entrants wouldn't have nearly as much of a problem getting in. They struggled against the large bands of tape set up to keep them out by the hero: cellophane, alumni happy to welcome new heroes into the school. Growling angrily to make sure no one tries anything was a man standing in a cameo military uniform, holding a powerful rifle in his hand, his left eye like a target, the right with a large pupil. This was the one and only Deadshot, the hero with the best aim in the world. Finally, standing more to welcome the new heroes-to-be was the legendary number one hero in all his fame and pride, standing proud and tall: Deku!. As the three awaited the new students they would happily welcome them in with a 'congratulations on making it in!' or 'good luck' with the occasional pat on the back. As each student filed into their classes, the press backed off knowing what would happen if they tried to force their way in. Those of the Hero would be making their way there, dressed in the newly ironed uniforms, taking in the large building, now ready to meet their fellow classmates. The room was large, open with a perfect square of desks neatly set up for students to sit in. There appeared to be far more seats than the class would actually consist of. Before them was a podium that would be used for a teacher to stand up and teach the students. There was no teacher to be seen, however, and as such, the chalkboard that read: "find a seat" could be seen right behind the podium. And so the first class of UA was going to begin.

[Assistant] Lucas looked around, taking in the sights as he approached the entrance. He then searched for his classroom and, upon entering, found it to be empty. "Huh, guess I'm the first one here. I figured more people would have been excited and gotten here early, like me." he said to himself. He saw the sign saying to find a seat and decided to pick one in a corner, near the window. He wondered who their teacher would be, as well as who else would be in his class with him, and what their quirks would be like.

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Haley walked between the hordes of the press rubbing one of her shoulders as she was fairly embarrassed from all the attention. She briefly looked at Deadshot and almost couldn't contain her excitement, if it were not for the crowds of people with cameras and microphones she might have squealed with joy. As she walked towards the gates of the UA High school her excitement started to show in her movements, he walk had changed into a slight skip.

Then as the gates passed over her head and there was nothing obscuring her vision of the massive UA complex her eyes actually began to water. I've made it! I am actually here! She squealed quietly to herself so she could vent some of her excitement, she slowly calmed down as she made her way to the changing rooms. She was happy finding that the uniforms had long sleeves, but less so about the short skirts. She was glad that she brought a thick pair of her own leggings. she was shy about her body even tho her parents strive to convince her otherwise.

After changing it was finally time, she was walking up on the door to her classroom and she was kind of nervous. Don't worry Haley you got this! I'm sure they'll be friendly! I hope. She slides the door open and only sees one kid sitting up the back, oh. She smiles and gives a small wave. "Hi." She can't help but feel like she needs to say more but can't think of anything, she then looks at the board and then takes a seat on the very right of the second row of chairs. I wonder where the teacher is.

[Assistant]
Seth let out a yawn as he walked towards AU. He had been up all night helping his dad work on a client's car. She had wanted the car ready by next month, but her son was being deployed early and wanted to know if the car could be done today. His dad assured her that the car would be and told Seth to head to bed while he finished up. However, Seth protested and said the two of them could finish a whole lot faster. His dad thanked him and the two worked on the car until 3 AM before they decided the small amount the needed to do could wait till tomorrow.

The next morning Seth helped his dad with the little remaining work before he headed off to AU. He was so tired that he didn't notice the oil and grease on his hands, arms, pants, and a small line of oil on his right cheek. He let out another yawn as he passed by a group of reporters that was heckling some of the students heading into AU. They paid him no mind until they saw him turn and head inside the Academy grounds. They tried to get his attention, but because of his noise canceling headphones blaring rock music. He didn't hear them call to him.

He saw where the students were heading and soon followed them. He walked into the class room and looked around. He narrowed his eyes to focus them on the chalk board until he could read the words.

"Guess we get to choose our seats," He said to himself before he yawned again. He maneuvered his duffle bag's strap on his shoulder and loud clangs could be heard inside of it. He then proceeded towards the back of the room and took a seat. He placed the duffle bag on the ground causing more metal clangs before he placed his head on his arms and started to fall asleep.

[User] Lucas almost jumped when someone suddenly came into the room. He turned to see a girl walk in, look at him, and say Hi. He stared, dumbfounded for a bit, thinking Wow, this girl is cute... Then he shook himself out of his thoughts and, turning slightly red, said "H-Hi!" and waived back to her. Good one Lucas, now she probably thinks you're a creep for staring at her. Just then, someone else came barging in, covered in grease, and making a racket, before picking a seat and dozing off. He took a deep breath and got up from his seat. If he was going to be a hero, he had to get over his shyness. And what better way, than talking to a cute girl? He slowly made his way toward her seat, nervous. When he finally reached her he took a deep breath and said "Umm, hello again. M-my name is Lucas Buki, p-pleased to meet you!" He took a bow, and whacked his head on her desk.

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It was an...odd feeling, being back in a public school after so many years of home tutoring. Well, this wasn't exactly a 'public school', in the strictest terms of the definition...more like a Private Academy, but the feelings still stood! Izayoi Kageyama made his way to the designated classroom, his lithe form smoothly avoiding collision against rushing students as they fought to make their way to their classes before the 'tardy bell'. Honestly, he found the entire situation somewhat amusing...most of 'em had spent at least five minutes outside, gawking at the Academy building, so he didn't really see why they decided to pick up the pace as soon as they actually entered the school...but eh, it wasn't really his business, was it?

Idly, the teenage hero ran a pale hand through his shaggy head of black hair, shaking the organized chaos with a flick of the wrist, before bringing his hand back down into his pocket. The school uniform was a bit annoying, but nothing that he hadn't expected - the slacks were slim on his long legs, and he knew that the blazer and shirt/tie combo complimented it well, so it wasn't too much of an eyesore. Still, Golden eyes twitched slightly in faux annoyance, Gray? Why such a muted color?

So focused on his thoughts, that Izayoi hadn't even noticed that he'd reached the classroom until he almost slammed face-first into the wooden door. Thankfully, reflexes kicked in, and he swiftly side-stepped the broad side, twisting the knob with a quick flick of the wrist and neatly stepping through the entrance. Surprisingly enough, there weren't many students inside - only a few...one girl, and two dudes, it seemed. Izayoi's calm, sharp gaze quietly flitted between the three, taking in everything he could see on the exterior.

The girl seemed pretty relaxed, all things considered, and the boy currently talking to her had just...hit his head on her desk? Izayoi's stoic demeanor threatened to break, so he quickly turned his attention to the other guy, unable to stop the slow, amused smirk that had fallen onto his lips. The ginger boy seemed much more in control than the black-haired one, that's for sure. He also seemed to have a lot of grease and oil covering his body...probably from working on vehicles before coming to the Academy today? There was quite a bit of it, too.

Alright then, the least he could do was help the guy out, right? No one probably told him that he was covered with grease. Kinda screwed up.

"Yo." Izayoi greeted the girl and boy - that was currently in the opposite corner of the room. He gave them a friendly wink, his amused smirk only growing as he eyed the two. "You should probably get that forehead checked out, man." He tossed his bag over his shoulder, heading towards the ginger boy on calm, casual footsteps. Once he reached the dude's desk, he leaned back on the desk behind him, dropping his bag on the floor and letting out a relaxed sigh.

"Ah...feels good to sit. Anyways, quick tip," Izayoi blinked his eyes, leaning forward a bit. One slender hand rose to point at the boy's face.

"You have oil on your cheek." His smirk turned into a crooked half-grin.


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Location:

Demographics:
-Svellgotar (Humans): Majority of population
-Mikilalfr ("Light" or "Grassland" Elves): Minority, settled around the plains
-Jarnalfr ("Dark" or "Hill" Elves): Minority, settled in the hills or mountains
-Lyoralfr ("Half" Elf): Rare

Climate: Temperate and Alpine Tundra

Description:
The Kingdom of Skræling is nestled far in the northern part of the Sunrise Lands. Nestled beyond the high mountains in the north lays a very isolated populations of people. The Svellgotar natives are people of a culture made to brash the harshness of the climate to the north. Though their clan mentality has not allowed this "kingdom" to truly unite. Skræling is ruled under a single Hargramr or "High King" who sits upon the throne located from their clan's capital. The king is passed down to the first born son of the current King, but the title can be stripped or passed on to another clan if the current king is defeated in combat. This system has kept the clans in relative power to one another, but has disallowed any true unity amongst the many clans in the north.

On the exterior they mean seem brutish and cold like their homeland in the winters, they can also be much like their home in the spring and summer. They are a hearty and hardworking country known for its bounty of grains and potatoes which are a hardy vegetable and a key ingredient in their diet. Due to their location beyond the mountain and the only access into their lands being between valleys they are experts on the sea. Whether they be used to trade their goods along the coastline with the various kingdoms or if a clan is in dire need of food or currency they can easily launch raids that can devastate those along the coast, and be in and out as if they hadn't even been there.

Their relationship with their Elven neighbors is one embroiled in war, and in peace. They are currently in an age of peace with their fellow natives of the north. The elves passing on their knowledge of iron, music, and art with them. It is a wonderful sight to see Men and Elves singing along a communal village pyre passing around alcoholic beverages to one another.

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Môrogoed
Wal Ddraig

A pair of kobold scouts crept quietly through the forest near the banks of the river. The rest of their raiding party were 2 beats of a dragon's wings behind them. They had been sent ahead to make sure the way was clear of any danger and if it wasn't, that the raiding party knew about it before they got themselves killed walking into a trap. So far the night had been uneventful. The forest was silent, the water was calm, and there wasn't a single hint of danger in sight. The kobold scouts were beginning to wonder if their job was necessary at all. Then a pair of familiar scents met their noses.

The 1st scout to catch the scent suddenly stopped his partner and began sniffing at the air. "Do you smell that" the 1st scout asked.
The 2nd scout took a moment to sniff the air before replying. "Elf flesh and...the master's breath? Here?" he said "But he hasn't left the mountains in millennia".
"I think I know why that is" the 1st replied before moving towards the source of the scent, the 2nd scout following close behind.

When the scouts arrived at the scents source, the 1st scout's suspicion had been confirmed. There they found several elves standing around a great pyre. They carried with them a flame that was nothing like the fires produced by the hands of mere mortals. The scouts looked at each other. They knew what this place was. They knew what had taken place here. They knew what that pyre was. And most importantly, they knew what lighting that pyre meant. "We must return to the rafts" the 1st scout said as the the pyre was set ablaze "We must let the others know. The elves wish to discuss tribute".

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Lorea
Eastern plains

Evening. The sun was setting, the sky turned a reddish orange where once it had been clear and blue. The air was thick with smells of grass and horses, as well as the fires burning around the camp. The party of warriors had settled down for the night, a small spot of light in a sea of darkness. Sounds of quiet conversation mingled with the soft breathing and neighing of the horses, and a lone singer carried a tune throughout the gathered crowd, but apart from that all was silent.

Sparrow sat looked at the fire, poking at it with a stick. She could feel Alvors gaze upon her from across the flames, but didn't meet his gaze. She knew what was coming, and it frustrated her. Lord or not, he could be quite bothersome at times. Besides, she didn't feel like speaking. Then again, she reckoned she'd have to before the night was over. Finally he broke the building tension.

"You do not agree with my decision today." he said. For once it was not a question. She still did not meet his gaze.

"I do not." she replied.

"What did you not agree with?" There you go. He just couldn't help himself. Sparrow closed her eyes and took a deep breath before answering.

"I do not think we should have let them go without paying." She thrust hard at the burning logs, sending up a crackling little cloud of sparks.

"I do not understand. As I recall, they did pay us." he droned. She grimaced at that.

"In silver, yes."

"Then I do not understand what it is that upsets you." But she knew that he knew all too well. He would have her spell it out non the less.

She put the stick in the fire, put her hands on her knees and looked him right in the eyes. His face was calm, searching. She was aware that others were listening now, but did not care. Let them hear her question him. Let them hear her speak the truth they all knew too well. She was his second, and as such the only one who could do it. Damn it, it was her duty.

"It was not sufficient, Alvor. They got away too cheap."

"But they did not have more to spare. You were there, Sparrow. You heard their master." As if she hadn't.

"They should have paid in blood, then."

He frowned. "Even after giving us what silver they could spare?"

She was losing her temper now. "Yes! As I said, it was not enough! First they disrespect our land and people by not paying homage and toll, as is customary. Then, when caught red handed, they moan about not having enough, further solidifying their position. We were righteous in our claim, and would have been righteous still to demand more of them! They will not respect us in the future if they can get away with slights such as this!"

More people were watching and listening now. She knew that many of the warriors agreed with her. She had heard the disappointed murmurs when they'd left the caravan behind without even half the bounty they'd set out to get. Alvor was silent a long time before he replied, a frown still on his face.

"Righteous, yes. But would we have been gracious?"

"Gracious?" she spat, "Why would we want to be graci-" He held up his hand, and she quit speaking in an instant.

"Let me finish." he said, now speaking not only to her but to all the nearby listeners, "Lady Aurelia teaches justice and harshness against those that are wicked, yes. But does she not also teach mercy and forgiveness against those who fail us?"

"I do not see how that is of any concern to us now." Sparrow retorted with a snort.

"Then let me put it like this. The master of the caravan was new to his trade. He has not come this way before and has not met us before. He might have known of the toll and our customs, but may also not have known how to, or where to, find us. If we had taken our due in blood today, what would he have learned? What news would he have given his countrymen back east? Perhaps that we are ruthless barbarians who steal and kill. What might he instead have learned from our mercy today? Hopefully that we Loreans are hard but fair in our dealings with others, and that paying the toll is worth the price. Do you understand my meaning?"

She tried to hold his gaze, but couldn't. She was still frustrated, but not because she didn't agree with him. He was right; he was always right, damnit, and now he'd made her make a fool of herself in front of all the others. Then again, many of the gathered seemed to shared her thoughts as they too looked away in shame or quiet contemplation.

"Yes" she admitted, "I understand your meaning."

He nodded and smiled. "This pleases me. Now, as they've payed the toll and homage, we are obliged to guide and protect them for as long as they tread our soil. Sparrow, I want you to take a dozen riders and intercept the caravan once more. Offer your services to them and speak for them when they encounter the other tribes. Return to Neme once you've seen them on their way."

Not letting me off easy, are you? "Yes, my lord. Your will be done."

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Southern Mountain Pass, Fjallmark

It was the early part of the night in the Southern Mountain Pass, just south of the Kingdom of Skræling. The land for centuries had been contested between the native Svellgotar and the "Alfr" peoples, or more so commonly known as the elf. The Svellgotar made it known they were prideful that the Elves had never been able to truly conquer their lands and make them submit. The Svellgotar even centuries ago raiding from the northern most coast of the region. Now though with the decline of their power they had begun expanding beyond their current protection of the mountains. Their raiding going to the seas, and beyond the mountains to return with treasures from the abandoned castles of old. And, that's just what had happened again today with a successful conquest of a remnant castle in the valley. The elven defenders easily slain and defeated by the Svellgotar forces.

In the midst of the night an orange and red glow could be seen as a beacon in the night, as the sounds of music, drinking, and celebration could be heard. A war band of roughly over a thousand men both Svellgotar and Alfr alike around the fires of the camps. They had conquered yet another castle left over by the remnants of the old elven empire from long ago. The main source of the party was created by the leader of the war band. A man more than likely in the prime of his raiding life in his mid twenties. His long blonde hair tied up into a pony tail to keep it out of his eyes in combat, light stubble on his face as he drank to his hearts content.

He was the heir to Fjallmark province, whose father was occupied with business in Skræling's capital. Styrmir Skardsson, was a tall man of average build. He knew his way around his horse and arrow, a unique skill amongst his men who were more suited for heavy and light infantry. But, his maneuverability on the battlefield allowed him to command well. He was busy downing a drink and enjoying the music of the Mikilalfr who had brought their instruments for the celebration, even testing out some instruments they had found in the castle. Each man was allowed to keep the share they had found. Though his attention was diverted when he saw a messenger approach him, a younger fresh faced male.

"My lord. We have reports of a caravan located a bit south of our current location." He said with youth in his voice as he laid out a map marking their location. From what Styrmir could tell they were close to the border of some sort of remnant kingdom to the south of them. Some sort of nation called Môrogoed. He could see by the scouts map that the caravan was just barely outside of the borders of Môrogoed in basically "no man's land."

"Does the caravan carry their colors at all?" The blonde heir asked his young scout, the scout shaking his head, informing him of they carried colors of no one they had on records. Stymir pondered for a moment, analyzing the situation, they were clearly outside of their borders, and any problems and or consequences fell onto them.

(1-49 = Declines, 50 = coin toss, 51-100 = Raids) Results: 53

Stymir looked at his comrades, and sounded the horns, rousing them to grab their arms. However, he only took a small group of raiders to come with him. Only about 300 strong to go and take the caravan, Stymir leading the raiding band on his horse as the Svellgotar raider's moved south to the caravan. In the shade of night, and with the element of surprise they killed those in the caravan, but those who ran they allowed to flee. The raid was a success as they burnt the wood of the caravans, taking the supplies and goods they carried, and laying the bodies respectfully off the road for those to come back and collect.

By the time the sun rose, Stymir returned with his band richer than before with those goods he collected with his raiders. The caravan was left with ash and coals, and the dead laying there peacefully. Stymir leading his raiders back north to home.


[System]
Race: Human

Age: 31

Gender: Male

Appearance: Tall at 6'2. Muscular at 185 pounds. Short, trimmed brown hair. Short, trimmed beard covering the lower half of his face. Lightening shaped scar strecthing from the left side of his face, over his eye that has no pupil, and ending over his right eye. Has several burns and scars all over his body. Has a marking on the back of his neck.

Clothing/Armor: Edict wears light weight armor. The armor is black. He also carries a magic resistant Shield that is also light weight, but can block pretty much any magic unless it's a super, whole city flattening attack.

Weapons: On Edict's back he sheaths his sword. His sword is an anti-magic long sword. It can deflect magic in the same manner as his shield. It also deals more damage to magical beings by converting the mana (or whatever magical thing they draw their energy from) the magical being is using into physical energy. Otherwise, it is a regular long sword. He also carries a set of daggers on his belt that, on a hit, drains a magical being's energy.

Alignment: Neutral

Skills/Abilities: Edict has been trained almost all of his life to be a magical being hunter. He is an expert at tracking them, spotting their flaws, and exploiting them. He is essentially an anti wizard. He can enhance weapons to be anti magic and create anti magic potions and poisons. He is not, however, a master swordsman. Edict is an above average swordsman. He would easily defeat an average sword wielder, but would most likely lose to a master swordsman. He relies more on his agility than brute strength, but he's not a push over. He is very athletic. While being very skilled at his craft, Edict is not yet a master. He still has much to learn.

Magic: Other than the anti magic items he wields, Edict has an anti magic seal on the back of his neck that protects him from any mind manipulations that magic beings may attempt on him.

Backstory: Edict was born to a legendary Witch Hunter named Dacun. Dacun taught Edict from birth about the ways of the Witch Hunter. But, Edict just wanted to have regular life. So, at 18, Edict ran away from his father and the way of the Witch Hunter. He started a family and became a farmer.

 When the war started, the region that Edict and his family lived in was one of the first to be attacked. Edict's family was killed and Edict was left to die. Facing found him and nursed him back to health. Dacun quickly refreshed Edict on the ways of hunting witches. They fought together and were one of the main reasons for Anjoel's defeat. However, before escaping, Jeltheor managed to kill Dacun.

 Now, after 5 years of hunting and honing his skills, Edict comes to Waeldeshore after hearing the rumors about Jeltheor and the strange happenings. He is here to finally avenge his family and his father, and become his own legend.

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Holding his arm out while the woman was was supposed to heal him ran out in a flurry of rage and misplaced anger. He stood there, and then just yawned in annoyance and surrender. Whatever, little cut can wait. he thinks to himself with another long sigh.

Rushing outside, he noticed that Edict ran his sword through a burning skeleton? Squinting his eyes to confirm that he wasn't hallucinating or anything. It was still there,the soft crackle of the burning skull were overridden by the shower of curses and profanities by the healer/innkeeper "What was that?" he Edict outloud.

Suddenly the inn burst on fire, and before he knew it, Cassius unconsciously whispered "Stutter Step" and began taking lengthy strides towards the burning inn. Cassius figured that there would be some civilians in the swirl of orange and red. Finally reaching the entrance, his body quivered as something kicked the door open. His instincts and body were all screaming at him to get back- to run.

This figure had a dark sense of foreboding and intimidation that Cassius had never felt on anything, human or not. He whispered, "Final Hour." his last effort technique in a do or die situation, he activated this because he knows that he WILL need it. Charging forward, longsword in hand he swipes horizontally towards the dark being.

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The laughter that had been building up had finally seeped out, uncontrollably. It really wasn't 'that' funny, but then again, contrary to what Piper was saying, she was anything but normal. A grin tugged at the corner of her lips as she eyed the brass knuckles, and slipped a hand to rest on the dagger that hung from her belt.

"As I said, it would be unwise to fight. While I am sure you are both capable, I'm quite fast in the heat of the moment, I assure you that those would never be able to touch me" there was a hint of arrogance in her voice. Maybe it was a bluff, or just an attempt to get them to back down.

"Normalcy is for cowards, though I do apologize for startling you." Her features softened somewhat and there was a hint of sincerity in her voice. "As I said, I was curious. At first I couldn't tell if you had intentions of harming the boy or conning him. But it was my curiosity of him that I followed. And as I see it, you're neither his mother nor guardian. So you have as much business with him as I do." She said matter-of-factly, her voice growing colder once more.

She opened her mouth, and was about to continue, when suddenly there were screams from across the street. Her eyes darted past the three and to just beyond them in front of the healers shop. With all the ruckus, she couldn't make much out, but she thought she saw fire. People started to gather quickly and within moments, there were so many that she could barely see what was going on. Someone exited the shop yelling and cursing and carrying on. The boy turned to face it all, seemingly used to the chaos then turned back to present her with the ball of lint once more. What the feck did I step into?! This place is worse than home was

She turned her attention back to Piper, an eyebrow twitched with worry. "I don't suppose that is normal?" she gestured to the scene behind them then pulled her hood back over her head "So you can trust that I mean you no harm and we can find ourselves into a better situation, perhaps a safer environment, or at the very least, see what all the bloody commotion is about. Either way, it is obvious that right now is neither the time nor place to conduct business, whether by bloodshed or any other means.". She spoke quickly and her words struck fiercely, clearly her mood for games and niceties had dissipated. Her gaze flicked back to the crowd then up to sky as she noticed the thick black clouds that drenched the air above them. She tugged her hood from her face just enough to peek out and get a whiff of the smoke. Fire!

She made sure to make no move, towards them or to the scene itself. She presented herself to them, at least as much as she thought was necessary. It was their turn now. Either way, she was ready ... for whatever this would bring. I am Isabeau Falkenrath, and I am not afraid. She glanced at the boy with a smile and nodded, mentally accepting his gift, but still made no move towards them. Fixing her crystal eyes on Piper, her face was cold and hard, void of any expression, just as she was trained.

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Their boat had eventually docked, the boarding planks connected the ship to the dock for passengers to safety get off & rigging had been set-up for hoisting cargo onto the pier from the ship, which both Tobias & Katia where helping the crew load the cargo into the rigging nets. Katia passed Tobias for the twentieth time sneered at him as she spoke "I cant believe you stopped me from going to visit the town & getting off this boat!, you know how long I've been wanting off this ship Tobias!" Katia stops just as she loudly drops several crates onto the netting before walking past Tobias to get more. Tobias just sighed walking past carrying several large crates that would normally take two men to lift one of, "Look we got a place on-board for free, and they got us here the least we could do is spend a little more time helping out, we'll be living on land from here out anyway so you'll get off the boat soon enough so stop moaning...".

Tobias delicately placed the crates down on the rigging net and when he stood back upright he heard shouting coming from the direction of the town, His attention abruptly interrupted by another load thud as Katia unceremoniously dropped another crate down onto the others but she noticed the shouting from the town as-well as she enthusiastically spoke up "Sounds like a lively place at least...".

As they stood looking towards the town other members of the ships crew joined them as the shouting & yelling got louder as all began wondering what was going on. Then a building in the distance burst into flames Katia after tilting her head & placing her hands on her hips as she jested "A very lively place if that's anything to go by huh?!" She turned to face Tobias with a comical grin which faded as she saw his serious expression. it wasn't long before people came running along the docks yelling "monsters!, at the tavern!, run!" for all to hear. Several families that had gotten off worryingly scurried back on-board the ship as the captain hearing the cries walked over to Tobias horror-stricken as he spoke "How we sailed so far from the north to get away from even the early signs of the horrors they should be months behind us if not a couple of years how..." he trailed off as Tobias spoke up "Evidently the demons don't use conventional travel like the rest of us do" in an almost sarcastic tone of voice. Tobias turned tapping Katia on her shoulder "come on, grab some gear and we will go take a look", and with that the both of them went below deck to the crew quarters to get some of their gear & weapons so they could investigate what was going on in this foreign town.

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"Are you alright? What were you referring to when you ran out here? I'm pretty sure whoever you sensed did this."

Xusin never had to answer. It wasnt long before a bar had caught fire and a demon ha stepped out, explaining everything whenhis flesh burnt off and his presence was revealed. Within moments, the man with the injurred arm had attacked full front. Fear still poked at Xusin, more powerfull than ever. She turned to edict in a blind flash and poured words from her mouth at him.

"That is Aezophyl. He is a terrible and powerfull individual who reigns chaos in his path. Likely he is here to flatten the entire town. We will need everybodies help simply to stay alive."

Xusin turned to face maria. "Ma'am I owe you for your kindness. We are very bad customers. I have no money to repay you, I am sorry. I can only ever try my best to help you adequately until you deem my debt cleared."

She wanted to say more, or to at least smile some, but fear was pressing her and thw bar fire got worse by the second. She was just so startled and confused. She wasnt ready for this all. Silently she prayed this was all a vivid nightmare beought on by head trauma when she fell off the boat. But she knew it wasnt, for the fear was all too real.

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Edict thinks for a moment. Aezophyl... Demon... Fire...
Edict's thoughts are suddenly interrupted by the young guy attacking the demon.
"Fucking idiot! Gno-... Tirarian! Get inside the inn! Save innocents! Oh, and take this." Edict yells as he tosses the satchel of powder he used earlier to the Gnome. "Xusin. I know you're not helpless. Flank left. Attack when you feel it's right, got it? And for god's sake don't be a dumbass and get killed.", at this point Edict is barking orders. Tossing a small bag at Maria he barks, "There's more than enough gold in that bag. Now if anyone comes out of that inn you heal them got it? ", if Maria were to open the bag she'd find a small fortune in gold.

Having set up a plan, the Witch Hunter springs into action. He draws his sword and throws a magic-draining dagger towards Aezophyl's helmet. Using a combination of the dagger and the young guy's frontal assault as a distraction, Edict flanks to the right, runs full sprint at the demon, slashes at the right knee of the pyromancer then proceeds to flip backwards a few feet and raise his shield.


[System]
Sex
Female

Age
17

Stand's at around 5 feet, 2 inches. She has a medium, modestly thin build. Of course, most the notable features are the wings on her body. two large, brown white tipped wings sprout from her lower back, near her center of mass as well as a feathered tail. She uses her wings to fly and her tail to steer in the air, acting as a rudder of sorts. She also has two head wings, appearing just a little ways above the ears. These are fairly sensitive, allowing her to pick up the most minor changes in wind speed, direction, and air pressure. The most consistent pieces of her outfit is the red scarf and wing shrouds she wears. The scarf was a gift from her grandfather, who had received it from the farming family that had sheltered him. The shrouds for her wings were a gift from her mother.

Child of the Storm
Ava can manipulate the air currents around her, being able to create powerful gusts of wind. This can be used in a variety of different ways, whether it be giving her an extra boost in flight, or sending a potential foe hurdling into a wall. However, due to Ava's very isolated upbringing and current life, she has had little chance to truly explore and train her powerful magic. Anything more advanced she has yet to learn, but this mastery over the air could prove incredibly destructive and powerful, if given the right teacher.

For Ava could, in theory, do far more crueler, deadlier things to a man with this magic. This could range from sucking the air out of a man's lungs, chocking him to death. A ball of condensed, highly pressurized atmosphere that could explode with the force of a bomb. Generate deadly pressure waves that could burst organs, no matter their protection. The possibilities and versatility of this power is incredible.

But, as said before, Ava lacks any sort of training, knowledge, or discipline in the arcane arts. Her abilities are only the results of her own personal training and experimentation, in secret.

It was a cold night in the Austro-Hungarian Empire on October 26th, 1856, a man named David Kurier awoke with a start. He was suddenly possessed with inspiration by vision he had witness in his dreams. David had been given a message from God, asking him to use his Talent to ascend the human race into the heavens to be one with God, reaching a true state of nirvana. He saw winged angels, all flying up towards Heaven and God, all seemingly forever content with life. This dream, this vision inspired... no... drove the man to a near maddening obsession of realizing the true potential of humanity.

David began to poor endlessly over magic text and research. He began to experiment, first with animals, on manipulating the physical attributes of living beings. It had always been known, at the time, that magic could have an affect on one's physical self. Curses could degrade the health of a man, magical attacks could destroy the biology of a creature, however, not a whole lot had been research on reconstructing and modifying a living being's physical form with the use of magic. You see, David decided the best way to realize his vision... was to take it very, very literally. He wanted to change the very appearance and abilities of the human race to be more... angelic. Thus he began his quest to refine his skills as a Talent and experiment endlessly on animals to see if what he wanted was even achievable.

At first, his work was promising. He became very familiar with the arts of Transmutation and studied some the minor, ancient pagan beliefs of animal spirit worship and familiars. These seem to always have a physical affect on the worshipers, gradually manipulating their bodies to be more beastly. However, David soon learned that changing a human to be more angelic was not the biggest hurdle. No, he understood that it was only the first third of the puzzle. The second third was arguably much more important to realizing his dream. None of these transformations were permanent throughout generations.

In order for the human race, as a whole, to evolve into a more angelic species, needed to be bread into the race itself. All of David's initial research only proved that humans could be physically shaped into angelic looking beings, yet very little showed any evidence that these new traits could be passed down for generations. Sure the methods could be, but not the blood. No, it had to be by blood, David could not trust that his decedents will continue his practice. Night after night, David pondered this dilemma, this curse of a problem that....

"That's it..." David thought. A curse! There were well known curses that were very much inherited by the new generation. The term "Sins of our Fathers" isn't just simply there for a metaphor. Blessings and curses were known to be passed down through families by blood, not by ritual or methods. If he could create a curse.. no.. a blessing of his own, then all of his decedents and there after could inherit the wonderful physical and magical traits of angelic beings!

This is when David Kurier began to warrant the attention of the Catholic Church. Catholicism had always had a major presence in the Austro-Hungarian Empire, but had little care for a strange Talent's odd obsessions. But they did begin to care at this point, as this was the point when David began his first human experiments.

He had met and married a woman by the name of Katherine. She was won over, practically enchanted by David's vision for the future human race, and began to aid him in his en devours, acting as a willing test subject. Her father, however, was a devout man of the faith, so when he soon realized what was really going on between David and his daughter, Katherine, he began to investigate further. In some sense, by the time the Catholic Arcanocracy fully intervened, they were too late.

After years upon years and a full generation of children, David had perfected his so called "Blessing" and traits. Katherine had been manipulated by David's magic and had given birth to the first generation of what David called the "Avian Race". That child had grown up to marry his own wife, and have two sons, who also had the traits of the Avian race. The vision that had happened so long ago, the dream that one day, humanity may ascend into the heavens to live among angels and God seemed start to finally come to fruition.

However, the Catholics had not been idle, and after many years of their own investigation into the magic used by David Kurier, they deemed him and his entire bloodline an affront to their religion, decrying him as a heretic and an inhumane monster who experimented on his own family. History has left few details as to what the investigative report said, but Ava could never truly know if the church was right in their claims of inhumanity against her great, great grandfather.

By now, David was an old man, and was easily taken into custody, however his son, and his grandchildren did not go so quietly. They had tried to fight back, first through the courts, but they were swiftly booted out. The Catholics demanded that they surrender themselves and their children to the church custody, were they were to be immediately sterilized and contained. They tried to flee, but only one of the Kuriers were able to slip through the church's hands, the youngest of the two brothers. This young boy, Jakob Kurier, was Ava's grandfather.

He escaped southward, often taking the rougher paths and unused roads, as it was nearly impossible to hide his avian like features. As he traveled, he grew more and more hateful of his grandfather's curse. It was the reason why he was homeless, without family nor food. He continued to wander the countryside, stealing when he could, just barely surviving. He reached the Alps, where he finally collapsed in exhaustion.

There, a farming family had found him and taken the young man in. Jakob was a mess of young boy, but stuck to what few principles he still believed in from his family and decided to help this farming family in return for their kindness. He worked on this farm, soon living in the nearby village of Walde, high in the mountains and far from the Catholic's gaze. Little did he know that thanks to his mother and father's resolve, they were able to convince the authorities that they only had one son. So, Jakob began to build a new life.

In the beginning, he wanted revenge against the church, but as he lived in this peaceful village, he realized that he was getting revenge right now. Just by the mere act of existing on his own free will, by continuing his family's line, he was defying the church, proving that they had ultimately failed in their goal. Thus, Jakob began to make himself as useful as he could in this small community, earning respect and love of its residents. He fell in love with the farm girl of the family that had saved him and they married. He had one child, a son, who he named David after his grandfather, and lived the rest of his life in peace.

Now this is when Ava finally entered the picture. She was born in January on a cold day in winter. By then, the village had come to love the Kuriers, and quietly protected them through mostly passive means. Her family had gained much respect, thanks to her father and her grandfather's good nature determination and hard work. Now most of her ancestors, like her Grandfather, were not actually Talented. In fact, the final, third piece to David Kurier's ultimate goal, was to modify the very mana power of humanity, so that all could be that of Talent. The Catholic Arcanocracy had put a stop to him from ever even coming close to that goal, thus when he died, so did his Talent. However Ava was the first in her family after three generations, to inherit this aptitude for powerful magic.

When it was discovered that Ava possessed Talent, it was kept underwraps. Ava's father forbid her from experimenting with her magic or using it for anything other than aiding her ability to fly. But that never really stopped Ava from secretly testing her powers. Even to this day, she has a secret spot in the mountains were she try out new spells and abilities whenever she can learn them.

When Ava became older, she took up an apprenticeship with the local postman, working essentially as a paperboy, but with more than just the daily news. She would be commonly scene flying from home to home in the countryside, delivering mail with a smile. Though, Ava has grown more and more anxious over the years. She doesn't want to stay coupe up in this small village. There was a vast, unexplored world out there, and Ava knew it.

Ava is a strong willed, friendly individual who has one hell of a backbone. Despite her humble upbringings, Ava is particularly quick witted and smart, being able to learn things at an astounding rate. Generally speaking, she will be kind and polite to those she initially meets, however to her closer friends, she can be shockingly foul mouthed, sarcastic, and even somewhat rude. She seems almost frustrated, angered that she has yet to meet anyone who truly functions at her level. To put it simply, in such a small, isolated mountain village, Ava lacks any sort of equal peer to confide in. Her lust for knowledge and adventure is not shared with many of the townspeople whether it be those of her age or older, so while she gets along with everyone, Ava still feels so... alone.

[User]
"You look lovely my dear, t-shirts are in this decade. Casual minimalist fashion is very a la mode... You'll need some footwear once we leave, sneakers or 'flip flops' come to mind to match your current ensemble. But it's your call, chief." Nemo explained to Zuri.

Nemo let out a small chuckle. "Isn't putting on the clothes half the fun though?" He asked. "Not going to make it easy for me, huh? Some people would kill to have my creative talents so freely at their disposal. Well, if you end up ill prepared for a sleepover it wont be on me. It's called a 'pajama party' for a reason." Nemo finished, looking over to Felix and the newcomer afterwards.

[Assistant] Zuri smiled when Nemo said she looked lovely. "T-Thanks.." She says as she ran her left hand through her hair and circles around to the back of her ear, blushing just a little bit. "Hey Nemo, I feel a bit empty inside.. I'm not sure what I should do." Zuri says as she has her right hand on her chest. She was referring to her mana reserves stored within her, but she couldn't find the right words as she doesn't remember a lot of things. However, there's a chance that what she said could be misunderstood.

[User] "On a list of things I'd likely take part in, a, 'pajama party' sounds like the least likely thing I would ever participate in." Raiya scoffed, "I don't do pajamas, and I definitely don't do parties without alcohol or other illicit substances involved."  Raiya explained, as she folded her arms in discontentment, waiting for the conversation between Felix and the new brown haired bird girl to end.

[Assistant]
Ava stepped through the portal revealing her surroundings to be a somewhat cozy cabin. Before her was an... odd collection of individuals. Oh, who was she kidding, she was the one with freakin wings sprouting out of her back. However, that did not stop Ava feeling like a fish out of water among all these magic users. Having only rudimentary, self taught abilities, Ava has yet to tap into her immense power to any significant degree.

As she continued to look around, she realized she had no idea whether she was still in the Alps or in a whole other country. Regardless, she listened to Felix explain how he came to find her and why he needed her. "Yeah, I just assumed you knew me through some archives or something back at the church. Figured you were after the same thing as they were, but this.... wow.... this is really, really serious... huh...."

The gravity of the situation began to hit her. Leaving home, saving the world, all of this was starting to really sink in. Ava felt a shiver run down her spine, but refused to show any sign of nervousness. In fact, despite the seriousness of the situation, she still felt incredibly excited about finally getting out of that suffocating village.

Ava turned to the small group and smiled somewhat awkwardly. She figured that she'd at least introduce herself. "Umm.... Hello. I'm Ava Kurier. Nice to meet all of you." she said, a thick Austrian accent hanging off of each word.


[System]
Age: He doesn't give a damn about his age anymore

Gender: Male

Appearance:
Leon is approximately 6'4, well built and heavily muscled. His eyes are very dark in color, with a red tint to them. The limbal ring, however, is a startling red color, vastly standing out against the nearly black eye. When talking, it seems like he has a nearly permanent sneer on his face. He is covered with a multitude of tattoos, one located on his left leg, a dragon, the tail beginning on his foot, before spiraling up his leg to where the head rests on his hip, fire surrounding the dragon and blazing out of its mouth. Another, located on his left arm, is this series of animals, containing a eagle, deer, wolf, owl, and coyote. this flame tattoo located on his right forearm. As well as froza written across his chest.

Personality: Leon can simply be described as a hot head. He is angry, hard, and cold. This slightest thing can set him off, and it would be within nearly everyone's well being if they stayed out of his way during one of his fits of anger. For Leon, his anger is one that simply continues to build on with time instead of fading into a lack of care. Deep inside, he is a distraught man. His anger stems from his anger at himself, and he is tired of life. He still has not come to terms with many of the previous events in his life, despite the time that has passed since then. He pushes everyone away for fear of being hurt, leading to a largely solitary life when it would have been more useful to him to allow people in. There is one person however, someone who has become his older sister, who can understand him more then most. Olivia is one of the few people that can manage to calm him if she gets close enough, but in his fits of rage he does not notice who specific people are, and could still end up causing injury.

His feedings are violent, aggressive, often letting his pent up anger out on his victim. There is one thing he would never do, he never leaves a person alive after feeding, believing that to be torturing them due to his past history.

Bio: Leon, before being changed into a vampire, lived a rough life. He was abused, and ended up being dragged into a different vampire family where he was used repeatedly as a source of food. When he finally managed to escape, he fled for his life, trying to be free of the never ending cycle. He would finally feel back to normal from a feeding, and then in would come the next one. He was finally free. However, during the time of his freedom, depression and anger caught up with him. He continued to spiral down, before giving up on life. He attempted to kill himself. But, he was found by a man, who so happened to be a member of the Bianchi family. His life was saved, and he was turned into a vampire. Was he happy? No. In no way was he happy.

The amount of times he had to be held back from attempting to end his life with a variety of methods, several times it being Olivia that stopped him. He was very prone to violent outbursts, often involving his new found power of controlling fire. He had always been a pyromaniac, enjoying watching fire and setting things a light. And that followed him into a vampire, but increasing with his ability to create and control the fire.

Special Power: pyrokinesis

Other: If he is found staring down at his forearms, where his tattoos are covering, leave him be, unless your character is Olivia, or your character wants a face full of fire.

He has a pet dragon, Rudos, who he met many many years ago. Rudos is full sized, stretched out he is the length from his shoulder to his hand, but Rudos prefers to simply sit on Leon's shoulder, tail wrapped around the back of his neck and the draping down his front

[User]
Vermilla glared harden on the ground her happy tone gone as she said "I...am...NOT..a Vampire hunter". Her teeth were clinched as she glared at the floor. "For your information why would I point out that monster if I brought him here...I want nothing to do with them". She was thinking hard on doing something stupid and let them kill her but her positive side told her that it wouldnt help change her family views if she did that. She had her hands in a tight fist digging her nails into her palm but not enough to bleed. She followed Leon refusing to speak further but her head was making a check list on stuff places in the city she can move to lay low for a month. She liked the city to much to move away but needed to hide. She hated her family and her left eyebrow had twitch every few seconds because of her anger.

 @Blueflame@Dragonsinc@OliviaV

[Assistant]
Leon's minor confusions was quickly erased. He could feel the shift in the air immediately upon Olivia's realization. Rudos, feeling the change, scrambled up onto his shoulder, wings flared out slightly with a hiss. Rudos's size, while apearing unthreatening, assisted in fights due to the family to quickly move and react. Leon'a previously barely veiled anger and hunger sprung out on his face, baring his aching fangs with a low snarl. Within the blink of an eye, the distance between himself and Vermilla was closed, standing directly behind the girl. His fingers twitched, wishing to reach out and kill, to satisfy part of his hunger and dispatch of a apparent threat.

After his orders were given, Leon let out a snarl," why not just let me kill her. Just removing another threat to our families." He obviously did not care about the girls frustrated behavior as she adamantly stated she wasn't a hunter, a snort escaping. "Like a hunter would freely admit to being one while being surrounded by vampires." With a final glare at Olivia, he grabbed the girl by the arm, tugging her to where they were to be waiting. He then pushed her down into a seat. He snapped," keep your hands visible at all times or else I'll take them off. He then began pacing across the room, constantly keeping his eyes on the girl.

@SparkyCutie

[User]
"We will see Little One..." Olivia answered the girl and smiled unkindly. Then she turned her attention to Leon, "We can't kill her yet. She may have more information. Once I send the others back, wait for me by my room. We have some serious business to discuss. Ryia can watch this one until I am ready to speak with her myself." Olivia eyed the dragon on Leon's shoulder. She had never been fond of Leon's little pet, but kept her mouth shut. The little dragon seemed to bring Leon some type of happiness... or at least distracted him from his anger toward the world. "As it seems you will not be hunting tonight I will bring you back a meal brother. Please try not to eat the prisoner." Olivia's face softened as she teased her brother.

Once Leon and Vermilla had left the room, Olivia raced out of the house. The scent of the male vampire hunter was faint. He had left as soon as the girl had spoken. Maybe she was telling the truth, maybe she wasn't. They would find our soon enough. A sneer spread across Olivia's round face and her violet eyes sparked red for a moment before Olivia caught herself. "Shadow! The hunter is gone, thank you for trying to find him. You may either guard the outside of the mansion or return to Leon and the girl. But if you return inside be sure to stay visible. I want the girl to understand that she will not get away from this place unharmed." With that Olivia sprung forward and jumped from roof to roof, searching for her family.

On her way to the club, she caught the scent of Riya, Sarah, and blood. The smell of blood made her mouth water, but she ignored the sensation. She jumped from a roof and landed gracefully on her feet in front of the girls. It wasn't until she landed did she realize there was a man present as well. Olivia was about to round on the strange figure when the smell of her old friend filled her nostrils. "Klaus... My friend. I am glad you have come." Olivia let a small smile spread across her face. Klaus had been a friend of the family, and her, for many years. She knew about his weaknesses as a vampire, but his expertise on vampire hunters was greatly desired. "We will talk more once return to the mansion. Until then we need to...leave..." Olivia looked at the lifeless body at Klaus' feet and the other two barely conscious men beside Riya and Sarah.

Olivia's face turned to stone as she realized what she had walked into. "Riya... I told you to take her to...never mind. I will discuss this with you later. Finish your meals and let's go find the others. Something has come up. I had other business to attend to tonight, but it will wait for later." She turned to leave the alley. It was only then did she see the small girl passed out on the ground.

The girl smelled like a vampire, but she had not been one for long. Only just recently turned, not too long before Sarah. Olivia cautiously approached the girl and lifted her head with the tip of her boot. She was a pretty little thing, but what was she doing here? Olivia sighed and spoke to the three behind her. "Take the girl back to the mansion and place her in my bed chambers. Ryia, in the waiting area of the mansion there is a young human girl. Use the medical equipment and draw some blood form her. Do not take too much, just enough to help this poor girl heal. Have Leon hold the human girl down if she fights. Keep this young vampire in my room until I return." Before leaving the alley, Olivia spotted something glinting in the girls hand. She bent down and pulled it lose. Another sigh, this time in with a name attached. "Dimitri..."

Olivia looked over her shoulder one final time. "Those men better be dead before you leave this alley. Klaus, please insure my orders are followed then return to the mansion." With one final jump she bounded off in the direction of the club.

Upon arrival at the club, the scent of blood almost overwhelmed her. She shook her head to clear her thoughts. Olivia walked through the front doors of the club and pushed past drunks and pot heads alike. Her eyes traveled around the club in search of Maple and her sister. She found her sister first as well as another figure she had not seen in awhile. She approached them both.

"Good work Sis. I see someone was able to follow orders tonight." She kissed her sister gently on the cheeks with a smile, as if she were meeting a friend at the bar. She eyed the glass full of blood, then turned to Soma. "I see you still prefer bag wine..." Olivia smiled referring to the blood in the mug she knew to be from a blood bag. "Never could stand the stuff myself. Anyhow, I need you to return to the mansion with Maple, Teodora, and myself. Something has come up and I don't want you out here alone. Do not argue with me on this, just do it. Also, as we return to the mansion, we should keep a look out for Kraven, I would like for him to return to the mansion as well. God only knows what he is up to..." With that Olivia winked at them both, maintaining a calm exterior while the thoughts were racing inside her head. She walked away from the bar to find Maple. On her way she caught sight of a pretty girl watching her. Olivia approached her and slid a hand around her waist. The girl was instantly trapped in Olivia's hypnotism. "Come dear. You are going to help me find a friend and then return home with me. You will be most helpful to my family tonight." The girl nodded and followed Olivia in a Zombie like state as Olivia continued her search for Maple.

@SparkyCutie @Inner Demon @Joshua Tamashii @canaryrose @Vesuvius00 @Kidd @Sohtem @Nikki Moonlight @Blueflame

[Assistant] Vermilla glared hard at Leon and said "I am NOT a hunter, Yes I had vampire hunters in my family but they are monster killing because of fear of not understanding". Leon did hit a nerve because he basically gave her the idea she could get him to kill her easily and said "Kill me than I dont care. Im not going to do anything too please you. I could never kill any being". She kept glare on Leon and got annoyed with Pacing especially because when she caught her ex cheating that was all she could do and seeing it reminded her of the betrayal she snapped "Stop pacing like an idiot there no point in it. It doesnt help anyone". A thought hit Vermilla and asked "Are you upset because your hungry...I get that way to. I almost killed my brother once because he tried to take part of my meal when I had been extremely hungry". She slowly rolled up her sleeve and held out her wrist to Leon. "Go on, I rather you take some now than be more brutal later" Vermilla kept eye contact with Leon but even though she still had a sneer on her face her eyes had soften.

[User]
Leon folded his arms, sneering at the female. "Whether you are or not is currently up for debate. And we won't simply trust your word." A flicker of emotion passed over his face as she practically instructed him to kill her. Reminded him of himself, he could remember faintly remember himself begging for his captors to just kill him, to put an end to his suffering. He couldn't remember too much from his time as a human, and for that he was grateful. His face quickly hardened again, growling at the girl," as much as I'd love to drain all the blood from your body, I have been told explicitly to leave you alive. Not overly fond of facing my sisters wrath." He resumed his pacing, glaring down at the floor. He hated the constant reminders.

Leon froze as her harsh voice hit his ears as she snapped. He let out a low growl," You are in no position to tell me what to do, human." He then resumed his pacing, his pause having just been enough for him to speak before continuing. His head turned slightly as she spoke, mildly surprised at the change in tone of voice from her. He looked at her as she moved, watching her roll up her sleeve and so baring her arm to him.

His sensitive ears focused on the sound of her blood rushing through her. His fingers twitched before he finally tore his gaze up from her wrist, keeping his breathing as calm as possible. He slowly spoke," I'm always angry. And I don't believe in leaving my meals alive. I find it to be torture and cruel. Now. Cover your wrist up." He moved over to the wall, leaning his back up against it. Rudos moved, holding onto the front of his t shirt, the head rested on his jugular notch. Leon absentmindedly reached up, rubbing his fingers over the dragons back, focusing on the wall opposite him.