[System]
Age: 65

Gender: Male

Appearance:  Adolf von Menzel

 When hunting he wears a dirty brown trench-coat, underneath he has all of his tools and weapons strapped to his body in various ways. He wears a flamethrower on his back, two red tanks of propane, connected via hose to the flamethrower, made of metal and with a lighter on the end to ignite the propane. On his belt he wears a hussar's saber, etched with his mother's name.

Creature:Human

Type of Hunter: Vampire Hunter

How long have you been hunting/afflicted: Hunting for 38 years

Background: Egbert's father, Gregory, was an heir to the Pitt Tractor Company fortune, however, he used his money to finance his actual career, vampire hunting. 5 generations of Pitts were vampire hunters, and their fortune only finances this career, however, Egbert was a bastard, his father not even knowing of his existence until he was on his deathbed, Gregory instructed his eldest son, James Pitt, to teach Egbert how to hunt vampires. Egbert was a natural, with several dead vampires to his name. However, James Pitt himself became a vampire after a hunt went wrong, and after Egbert returning from a successful hunt, attempted to kill him, mortally wounding him and leaving him for dead. When doctors found him, they decided that the only was to save Egbert was to give him Lycan blood. Due to the transplant, Egbert made a miraculous recovery, however, he was no longer the jolly man he once was, Egbert was deeply scarred psychologically by the betrayal, devoting his life to the death of James, however, with James in control of the Pitt fortune, Egbert was forced to go underground, after thirty years killing other vampires, Egbert returned to the surface world, more determined than ever to kill James Pitt, and he would go to any end in order to do it.

Reason for Joining: To kill James Pitt.

Arrived: Arrived a day ago, emerging from the sewers.

[User]
The worn hunter felt rather at peace within the candlelit town hall. Now he had two different pieces of paper on his lap, and he repeatedly read each one over. They were both from two different Night Hunter Organizations. One from the North American region, and the other from the Primary Night Hunter's Hall in Europe. William still had a few friends left back in his previous place of work, but his good friends were long gone. He slid the letter from Europe back into his coat, and continued to read over the other. The letter spoke mostly of the activity in Maine, and about the few things the hunter and his group should be on the lookout for. Maine certainly wasn't short of things to do, but William knew he shouldn't stay here for too long.

 William left his seat and approached the podium at the front of the town hall. He left the letter there and paced back to the front door. By the entrance was a slightly rusted and cracked bell. He gave it a good couple of rings, the noise being easily heard throughout the village. With that, he walked back down the aisle and returned to the podium. It was time for the hunt to begin.

[Assistant]
Allowed large, rounded auds to flatten upon skulls surface, blend of fur almost concealing them completely as nasal bridge rippled lifting curtain of lip and baring quick glimpse of hidden ivory daggers. Bright hues watching as what smelt like a human approached, no vocal was made by herself as she quickly glanced about watching others arrange what they needed alongside vanishing within buildings innards. The sound of human treating her as if she was a house pet caused a snarl to emerge as she shook out her scruff and paced around him out of the brush further, her size more visible at this point and quickly separating her from the standard domesticated dog, "Oh boy," was all she could even think at the way the strange person seemed so clueless, "What kind of hunter is he even meant to be?". Thick pelt shuddered over large silhouette as she allowed slither of pale pink flesh to emerge and run down maws length, she would of shifted by now, but she had nothing to put on at this point so she just prayed she wasn't too high of a target by the hunters that seemed to fill this unnatural group.

 Ace perked up as the sound of ringing bells struck her ears, the sound very loud and partially irritating as she huffed hefty breath and replaced her sight upon the closest figure of young human. "Guess I'll just follow him... He doesn't seem so dangerous compared to the rest," she'd allow to pass through her mind. She'd wait for him to move towards where the group was to assemble before trailing after him and keeping a wary distance, she had little to offer to the group at this point, but she was a quick learner in most things and would listen in and follow along until she was at all needed. She just hoped she'd find some form of clothing soon so she could return to a more comfortable size and blend a little better with the crowd rather than sticking out like a sore thumb.

[User]
Rowan Hurst is a strange looking man with jet blood red hair and dark brown eyes. However his right eye is covered with an eye patch and it looks like little black veins connect to it at the edges of the eyepatch. His figure is more or less rather meek compared to many of the warriors coming in. Had he been a vampire or at least someone able to shapeshift into a werewolf his meager fortitude wouldn't be that much of a problem. Alas he is but only human. Humans are the weakest of the species but strangely he never felt any desire to be anything else.

 Getting up slowly out of his bed he looks about the nearly empty room. There is a single twin size bed in a wooden room with nothing on the walls but shreds of old and decayed wallpaper. There is a single tiny dresser on the other side of the vacant room which is still covered in dust from its lack of use. He had already unpacked many of his things into the dresser but all of his 'essentials' were still in his bag. Standing now he makes his way to the bag and opens it with a snap. The black leather bag opens easily and its highly organized inside. He does a quick double count of all of his items, several bottles of holy water, jars of varying substances (most of which look like slightly different colors of dust), a silver amulet with a strange design, chalk and a tiny book far to small to be a book of scripture.

 With a look outside Rowan suddenly realizes what time it is. He must have slept far longer than he had intended. The sun was already on its way down. Reaching into his vest pocket he pulls out an old wind up pocket watch. He flips it open and a small picture of himself with an older priest decorates the other side of the watch. Scowling at the time he quickly closes the bag and walks out of the room. he didn't bother to turn off the light as the light didn't work in that room. It didn't work in any room actually as there had been no power to this building for quite some time. He liked it specifically because it was rather quiet and there was less broken glass than the average abandoned building in this small god-forsaken town. He made a quick mental note to get to work on the electricity problem when he was able to. But today was the day the rest of the people were supposed to arrive.

 Stepping out of the front door he closes it behind him carefully. Turning to look at the setting sun over the ocean port. The salty fresh air filled his lungs and it just took it in for a moment. However he started to shiver slightly as it was getting rather cold and the port wind didn't help matters in the slightest. Though a new face appeared in his line of vision as Roze had made her way in his general direction. Of course he highly doubted that she had done so intentionally and probably was just going to look at the ocean. None the less he felt the need to approach her.

 "Hello there!" Rowan says with a slightly Irish accent. It seems he has mostly lost what was once a stronger accent but you can still hear it faintly. "You one of the new ones to arrive today? My name is Rowan. Pleased to make your acquaintance miss..." he lets his sentence trail to give her an opportunity to introduce herself.

[Assistant]
"Ooh, you're a big girl aren't ya'?" Ryan said now that she had gotten closer. He was suddenly startled by the sound of ringing bells, his attention soon taken off of Acacia and toward town hall. Seems they want everyone to gather up. He turned back to the "dog" he had been previously talking to, Ryan had still not realized his mistake even after she exited the bushes and allowed him to get a better look at her. "Come on, girl. If you've got an owner, I'm sure we'll find them. If not, maybe I can keep ya'," Ryan said cheerfully as he made his way to what he assumed to be the group's improvised headquarters.

Opening the door to let Acacia enter first, always the gentleman that Ryan, the red-haired young man entered afterward and took a seat on one of the benches in the middle of the rows, next to the walkway. First, he took in his surroundings. Besides himself and the lycanthrope-girl beside him, the only person in the town hall was the man that had called them here and had met him at the edge of town. What was his name, again? William, right? Ryan then turned toward Acacia. Seeing such a cute animal, yes he apparently found wolves to be cute, he had to fight the urge to begin petting and scratching behind her ears by sitting on his hands. Even though she had followed him inside, he wasn't completely oblivious to the fact that she had bared her teeth at him when he first approached her. Ryan had the suspicion that Acacia would most likely bite his hand off he tried to touch her now.

[User] Henryk's attention was caught by the bell ringing on the town hall. He'd since stopped watching the Red haired boy and the wolf and kept an eye on the tree line but now he picked his axe back up and brought it up over his shoulder and made his way to the large building in the center of town. He entered just after Ryan and Acacia, though instead of taking a seat in the middle he took up a spot at the back of the room, somewhere he could see everyone when the meeting started. He set his axe back down beside him, leaning it on the wall and doing the same with his weathered-looking blunderbuss before leaning back in the chair and waiting for everyone to gather.

[Assistant]
Ivory wasn't sure how much time had passed since she came inside the bar, but it was long enough to allow her to drift off to sleep for a short while without her even realizing it. However, the sound of a bell rang through the small village, instantly waking the light sleeper up. The sudden noise undoubtedly startled her, but it only took a few moments for her to regain her composure and get to her feet. It was safe to assume that the ringing was the cue that the meeting was about to start.

After grabbing her crossbow and calling Tikaani to her side, she began the short trip to the town hall.

Once she had opened the doors and stepped inside she observed those that had already gathered in the room. Of course, the first to catch her eye was the canine, which she immediately scowled at. It didn't take an expert to figure out that it wasn't someone's pet. The fact that Tikaani had begun growling only supported her assumption. Not wanting to cause a scene, especially in front of a group that undoubtedly had other beasts in it, she whispered a word of reassurance to her companion and beckoned him over to one of the far walls and took a seat near the edge.

[User]
"I've returned brother! You will pay!" "Do your worst Egbert!" Flames erupted around the hall. James Pitt raised his hands and tendrils made of blood shot out of his wrists. "You fall here!" More flame, loud noises of tendril striking ground, blood splattering on the walls. Egbert fell to the ground, his flamethrower slamming into it as well, letting out it's last light, before the propane tank exploded, fire erupting from it in a fantastic fireball. Egbert flew into a wall back first, coughing up blood and bone. He sat on the ground for a second, coughing from the smoke and from the bone lodged deeply in his heart. He stumbled to his feet, smoke and fire ravaging the once beautiful and elegant manor. Then a wave of flaming liquid flew from the inferno, transforming into a flaming aberration that once was James Pitt. Egbert couldn't even react before his saber buried itself in his chest. Egbert coughed up blood, staring into the eye sockets that once held James' eyes, traitor's eyes, bastard's eyes. James lifted Egbert by the throat, and drew the saber loose from Egbert's rib-cage, the grind of sword against blood filling the room. He let out a deafening screech, the sound of a true terror of the night, like a dying animal mixed with true, unadulterated anger. James held for one second longer, and decapitated Egbert with a stroke so fast that he couldn't even scream. Egbert's arms fell limp, James dropping him to the ground with a thump, his head rolled to James' feet. James collected Egbert's head in his hand, held it to the sky and let out the screech of a dead soul before the manor collapsed on top of him.

Egbert awoke, flinging himself up into a sit. He raked his hands through what little hair he had left, his hands rejoining on his nose, he rubbed his face vigorously for a few seconds before he heard a ringing. Egbert stood up and grabbed all of his things, he looked out the window to see the other hunters coalescing at the town hall. He looked at a clock on the wall, it somehow still was running after so long of the house being abandoned, just a few minutes after he fell asleep. Egbert sighed, and then threw on his coat, strapping his things to himself, before walking out of the door to the town hall.

Egbert arrived at the town hall, and immediately he felt a surge of... something upon seeing Henryk, he didn't know why. Shrugging, he decided to speak to the old lycan, something interested him about the man. He walked over to where Henryk was sitting and dropped his jacket at the lycan's feet. "That was to get your attention, I have no ambition of sleeping with you this fine night, I just wanted to ask you a few questions." Egbert said, crossing his arms, an action that was made harder by the amount of weaponry strapped to him.


[System]
Basic Data
Aliases: Class Rep, Namimori Jack of All Trades
Age: 17
Gender: Best Girl but a Guy Male
Appearance:

Combat Data
Faction: Vongola Famiglia
Position: Mist Guardian Candidate
Flame: Mist
Equipment: Ayumu carries nothing out of the ordinary.
Fighting Style: At its core Ayumu's combat style is built on nothing but theatricality and deception. With no combat training and no outstanding physical attributes, Ayumu only has his wiles and pragmatism by which to defeat his opponents. This isn't to say that he prioritizes winning at all costs, though. While he would much rather like to win than lose, he ultimately prioritizes his survival over everything. That said, rather than being a threat in direct combat, Ayumu's true talent lies in supporting his allies both directly and indirectly, whether that be through manipulating information or creating openings to exploit.
Techniques:* Blank Slate - A technique that purges the mind of distractions in order to put the user in a mental state more suitable for focusing upon a specific intent. Though ineffective at dispelling illusions outright, it still makes it easier to maintain one's grip on reality.

Special Characteristics:* Faceless False Fake - A lie to the self that becomes truth to the world. A kind of extreme method acting that achieves flawless performance. It is this foundation by which Ayumu's reputation as an actor is built upon. Using information on a given role, it is possible for him to assume that identity with nigh-perfect accuracy. While it doesn't cover physical characteristics like appearance and voice or mnemonic characteristics like experience and training, essentially all that makes an individual who they are is replicated. It would not be a stretch to say that with the right disguise, it would be possible to play any role perfectly.

Personal Data
Background: Ayumu was born in Tokyo to a pair of pretty normal parents, for a given value of normal that is. At any rate, the members of his immediate family lack any sort of association with the criminal underworld and are more or less just regular Japanese civilians. His parents separated when he was in elementary school as a result of irreconcilable differences compounded with his father's company going bankrupt and depriving him of a means of supporting the family. Ever since then, Ayumu's lived in Namimori with his mother.

His relationship with his debt-ridden father is still very amicable, even if his mother doesn't let them see each other outside of significant milestones in Ayumu's life (although that doesn't mean he hasn't taken the train to Tokyo under the false pretenses on more than one occasion). On the other hand, Ayumu's relationship with his mother is rather strained. She is a borderline-psychotic control freak who'd want nothing more than to micromanage her child's lifestyle, and in a rather unsurprising turn of events, has turned Ayumu's home life into not much more than a veritable bureaucratic nightmare full of rules and regulations that vary from the mundane to the completely bizarre. Nevertheless, it could be said she's succeeded in her intentions; it wouldn't be a stretch to say that everything that makes Ayumu 'Ayumu' is all this woman's fault. Even his feminine appearance is a result of his mother's desire to make him look less like the husband she can't stand and more like herself so she could more easily live vicariously through him. Fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately, Ayumu's sense of familial loyalty renders his ability to dissent rather low. More importantly however, living under such a domineering person has instilled a strong desire to be the one in control of himself rather than the one being controlled.

He took up drama at the behest of his mother, but soon came to realize that he was both really, really good at it and that, since his mother fully supported his decision to continue acting, it was an excellent way to maintain the illusion of control for both sides. As a result of his skills, he has become the Namimori High School Drama Club's most valuable performer, but while acting is something he enjoys and a safe outlet where he can feel like everything's fine. That aside, over the years Ayumu has managed to maintain a healthy, completely average life at school. He's maintained a reputation as a helpful, reliable 'jack of all trades' type as a result of his attempts at avoiding having to go home by staying behind at school helping people clean, organize events, orient new students, or whatever the need may be. He's mostly given the jobs that are too tedious or too much effort for the usual individuals, and typically volunteers for whatever's left just to fill his schedule. Similarly, he has taken up the role of representative for his class. But despite his rather cushy and respectable lot in life, he's still very disappointed with his current state of affairs. After all, the deadline for the rest of his life rapidly approaches, and with no idea what he wants from his future, he feels as if he's losing more and more control as each day passes.
Personality: If there's one thing everyone can agree on when it comes to Ayumu, it's that he's very sociable. He is very easily capable of initiating conversation with strangers and has a good enough feel for people to know when he's overstepped his bounds. Though he is most definitely acts the part of a emotional, good-natured, easygoing sort of person, his outward demeanor as a whole can be somewhat troublesome to deal with, especially for the uninitiated. Nowhere is this more evident than in the way he speaks. Even to strangers and superiors, his tone is one that walks the fine line between necessary cordiality and overly casual familiarity. Though he is fully aware of what contemporary etiquette expects of him, the way he speaks make it seem as if he's only making enough of a token effort not to be seen as outright impolite by peers. Along with this is an almost annoying confidence in his own talents and a propensity towards saying and doing things he doesn't necessarily mean in order to provoke a reaction and as acting as the devil's advocate. To a lesser extent, he's prone to occasional bouts of melodrama and being overly preoccupied with aesthetics. Still, while his outward nature can be somewhat disagreeable, his intent is rarely malicious, and while he does enjoy building himself up, he has no desire to take anybody down. Furthermore, despite his troublesome tendencies, he's actually very responsible; he works hard and takes his duties as seriously as he can, even if his hubris sometimes gets the better of him and he neglects to properly prepare. Still, he's very persistent and likes making good on his mistakes or incomplete work rather than forgetting about it and hoping everyone else forgets about it too. He's also the type to be tight-lipped about most things, which is fortunate for those whose secrets he's keeping but less fortunate for those who want to gossip. And despite what his troublesome attitude may suggest, he leans towards lawfulness and likes when things are kept nice and orderly. Similarly, he favors, though not always associates with, people who are good to others and is actually an optimist despite what his tendency to poke fun at the unlikeliness of ideal events coming to pass may push one to believe. Overall, one might be inclined to consider him to be someone who is brimming with infectious self-confidence.

Ayumu himself desires to be like that. Unfortunately, at his core he's really not nearly as self-assured as he makes himself out to be despite what his bravado might imply. It wouldn't be wrong to say that the crux of his personality centers around a desire for control, but that's part of the problem. The idea of irrelevance, of being forced to support something he doesn't agree with, of having no say in his future both utterly terrifies and angers him, though that anger is self-directed more often than not. It's an all-consuming fear that permeates his very being. He struggles to maintain constant control of his own situation, and when that is lost or when he perceives that that is lost, a cavernous blankness overtakes him. As a result, he's developed a bad habit of using 'completely dissociate with my situation and pretend everything is fine' as his coping mechanism of choice, and when it finally hits him, he learns his lesson too well and too quickly. Unsurprisingly, you can get a better read of him as a person when he's on the reacting side of a situation in spite of, or perhaps because of, his usual role as the initiator. He's still rather calm and gentle though - control begins with the self, after all - so that's mostly relatively speaking. Considering his fixation on self-control and autonomy, it may be odd that he doesn't have many complaints about taking control from others. Contradictory and hypocritical perhaps, but humans are rarely in synchronicity with their ideals.
Relationships:* Sachiko Kanno - Misunderstood "Mentorship"
This odd pair first met when Sachiko transferred to Namimori. Ayumu, like usual, volunteered to be the one to orient her and acclimate her to the school setting. To say that Ayumu's interactions with Sachiko are odd would be an understatement. While the girl does all in her power to avoid him, Ayumu can't stand being unable to fulfill his perceived duty to the girl. As a result, he's become very persistent in trying to get through to the reticent young lady. Unfortunately for Ayumu, she does manage successfully avoid him most of the day. They do often have lunch together though, and their conversations are about as one-sided as one would expect.
* Hisaki Kawaguchi
* Yoshiaki Sugihara - Casual Acquaintance
Ayumu's interactions with Yoshi began one fateful day. A day where one man did battle for justice, and was then assigned to community service as punishment. Luckily (Unluckily?) our delinquent hero was directed to seek out Ayumu for instructions and support. With the vast dichotomy between their personalities, their interactions were expectedly very unprofessional and involved lots of flustered yelling, useless small talk, and low-key interrogation. They don't really talk much outside of the rare occasions their duties/punishments align.
* Yuki Volkov

Miscellaneous Data
Nationality: Japanese
Birthdate: October 22
Blood Type: B
Height: 175cm
Weight: 60kg
Likes: Cheesy icebreakers, fish dishes that aren't mackerel
Dislikes: Musicals, the length of his hair
Hobbies: Housekeeping, people watching
Talents: Delegation, playing cards, surprisingly good at tying knots
Family: Tamanone Tomoe née Fujino (Mother); Daisuke Tomoe (Father); Suzume Tomoe (Younger Half Sister)
Character Theme: M12+13
Other:

[User]
"Shh not so loud younglings!" Sanji was tempted to take back that remark as he seen Rei....Just forget it happened. "When demons walk upon our grass, May they face good as they pass!" he climbed a stone and did a somewhat odd fighting pose one hand in the air and other giving the symbol for peace "Mr.Bust". Although his brand new Secret Identity name was out there and it sounded as if he was a slum lord, he was a exorcist/detective. He hoped off the stone. He followed Hisaki (Not very discreetly) measuring his height and whatnot while he waited for the hike/walk to stop.

This...This isn't gonna be a one time thing....

[Assistant]
Hisaki Kawaguchi | Camping

Hisaki was at the head of the hiking group, he'd brought an array of essential items and easy to make foods, as well as a book on ingredients, but somehow he didn't look eager. That was probably because he disliked camping, he preferred the comforts of the city life, plus his uncle would make him go camping once a year for his training up until last year. He was glad to no longer need to, but to go camping again this year didn't appeal to him, despite that he came quite prepared with a fairly full bag. Likely with all this, this was probably another training camp... He was too busy frowning and hiking ahead with disdain to hear the chatter behind him too.

The hike itself was no problem to him, hiking up mountain trails was pretty normal to him, but that didn't mean he didn't want it to end. He looked a little ahead, and it seems there was still more of this path... Just walking was boring, but running would be too tiring. He just wanted to finally reach the camp site.

[User]
"Though on a side note what do you mean Hisaki is a demon. I am pretty sure Hisaki lacks the needed occult abilities and look to be classified as a demon."

"A moment please. I need to explain our situation to the uninitiated," Ayumu requested, backing away from Sanji and turning his attention to Sachiko. "Oh Sacchin, allow me to enlighten you," Ayumu placed his hand on his heart and looked off into the distance like it was a TV show and he was about to transition into a heartwrenching flashback that would explain all his deep-seated psychological issues. Obviously such a thing was not about to happen because Ayumu's issues don't need a flashback to explain. "What do you see when you look at our group?" he asked rhetorically, making a finger-camera and framing the individuals within Sachiko's field of vision, "If you said a baby, some disgruntled young men, and my previous conversation partner, you would be correct. However, you would also be correct if you said 'people'." He looked at Fon and narrowed his eyes slightly, silent for a brief moment. "...probably. But that's not important." He continued, "People have hopes. They have dreams. They have delusions that they cling to in order to cope with the harsh truth of their reality." He punctuated his sentences with grandiose hand gestures before quieting into but a whisper. "While what Sanji-kun says may not be true to you, it is true to him! In his mind, his heart, and dare I say... his soul. Are you willing to take that away from him?"

"Hey, what're you guys talking about while giving Hisaki weird looks like that?"

Ayumu straightened up, having deemed his explanation fit. "Oh you know," Ayumu answered, "The usual, I'd think. I don't quite know him well enough to know if this behavior of his is normal." He shrugged. "Actually, it's kind of funny, but-"

"Shh not so loud younglings!"

"Err... Nevermind. I suppose you'll see for yourself." Ayumu's eyes followed Sanji as he advanced ahead, stood atop a stone, and struck a pose whilst making a declaration to the heavens about righteous comeuppance. It was short, it was reasonably catchy, and most importantly of all, it rhymed. "Aha! Wonderful! I shall give you my utmost support in your endeavors, Mr. Bust," Ayumu clapped his hands together and smiled cheerfully. His mind no longer focused on the effort it took to walk the trail. This was something he could definitely get behind, yesiree. Perhaps he could get the Drama Club's prop department to throw together some nice period-appropriate suits and accessories; then they could have some proper fun with this case of dual-identity...Or, you know, he could just not continue to entertain the notion that Hisaki was a demonic being and Sanji was an occult detective hell('Hah.')bent on stopping him. But he was no killjoy, so he would let these underclassmen have their fun.


[System]
Age: 16
Race: Human(?)
Gender: Female

Appearance:
Druid Girl is an attractive young woman with healthy, shiny caramel-colored skin, long, silky and glossy black hair as well as bright, sunny eyes with the color of gold. She stands at just above average height, with a well-defined body, ample bosom, taut stomach and curvy legs. She is not slim or slender though, but neither is she chubby or overly plump, instead she sports a healthy and trim physique, with well-sculpted limbs and digits.

As for her attire, it is very simplistic. During late spring through to early autumn, she wears a cropped, hooded vest, a white tight-fitting bandeau on her chest - exposing her midriff completely, along with a pelvic curtain - held in place by a long-tailed sash - with many fabrics woven into it. On her feet she wears a pair of multi-strapped, but simple, sandals and on her forearms she wears a pair of simple cloth bracers. She also adorns her hair with two, long, snow-white feathers - one on each side of her head. Also worth noting is that the sash she wears has a handful of small bells hanging from it. During late autumn to early spring, her "winter clothes" consists of a hooded coat instead of the vest, a woolen shirt instead of the bandeau and a long skirt, with leggings underneath, isntead of the curtained skirt. She also wears boots and gloves instead of the sandals and bracers.

Druid Girl's voice is sweet and gentle, but full of life and vibrant energy. She is very expressive, both in her face and body-language. She has no qualms about showing physical affection for those she likes or cares for, hugging or embracing them without a smidge of embarrassment. By the same token though, it's eaasy to tell when she's upset and/or angry. Also, despite being a human, her unnaturally colored eyes seem to hint at some non-human blood running through her veins, though exactly what is far too distant and far-removed to have any actual impact on her psyche or body.

Height: 5'5" / 166 cm
Eye Color: Gold
Hair Color: Black

Personality:
Druid Girl is a friendly and kind person, with a love for life and the world around her. She is bright and cheerful, but can be mischievous and physically playful - especially with other girls. She loves nature and animals, which were the main reasons she chose to train as a druid in the first place. Additionally, the young woman loves good food and almost all manner of sweets, which often leads to her getting depressed as a druid should not eat or want more food than they actually need. While she likes animals she does not keep pets, and does not like the concept of domestication.

Also, Druid Girl loathes those who are cruel, and even more so if its targeted against those that are weak or unable to defend themselves. She also cannot stand for pointless destruction or those who indulge in great excess. She has a very hard time for anyone who believes in racial supremacy too, as well as those who discriminate agains others because of their species or gender. Unlike many druids or nature-lovers though, she does not begrudge the construction of towns and cities, as long as they don't grow too large or cause too much damage to the surrounding areas. She prefers to be out in the wild though, or at least outdoors, to being couped up inside buildings or indoors, as it can cause her to feel a slight bit of claustrophobia.

Druid Girl also doesn't hold grudges, nor does she stay mad for long. Even if insulted or angered, it will fade rather quickly and she has an easy time returning to her regular, happy and kind self. This, of course, does not apply to beings of an unnatural state though, such as the undead or beings that don't belong in this world. Any and all creatures of this kind are abominations in her eyes, and should be expunged with extreme and immediate measures. She can also get irritated when people whine about things like rain, winter or the sweltering heat of summer, finding it pointless to complain about things that they cannot change, but can handle in one way or another.

In her spare time, she likes to take walks in forests and meadows while singing, as well as checking on the local wildlife and tending to plants and trees.

Likes: Animals, Nature, Kindness, Delicious food, Sweets, All seasons
Dislikes: Cruelty, Wildlife exploitation, Senseless destruction, Unnatural beings (undead, demons, etc), People complaining about weeather and seasons
Hobbies: Singing, Forest strolls, Tending nature, Snacking on foods & sweets, Bathing, Teasing

History:
Druid Girl was born and grew up in a rural village in the western parts of the kingdom. Her parents were simple folk, her father a farmhand and her mother a daycare nurse. From an early age, she was brought along to both parents workplaces, being shown both the importance of crops and the kidness of caring for others. The girl never complained about this though, she loved her family and was happy to be with, and helping them. She espcially liked working with her father, who would show her how different crops grew, how to deal with animals and even how and where to do simple foraging. Her mother taught her more in the ways of showing kindness, the values of helping others and that why not to be spiteful or mean.

It was a peaceful time and though life wasn't always easy, it was still full of warmth of joy. As she grew older, she would take more and more interest in the things that nature could and would provide - flowers, mushrooms, nuts, roots, various types of grass and even the wild beasts that lived there. This growing interest however meant she spent less and less time aiding her parents willingly, which began to cause friction. Eventually, these little disagreements became arguments, and eventually full-blown conflicts. Finallye, Druid Girl left her house after a particularly nasty confrontation with her parents.

She left her home and her village and began to wander the great outdoors. However, even with the little information her father had provided, surviving on her own proved far tougher than she had expected. On the verge of both freezing to death and starving, she was found by a wanderer - a wanderer who happaned to be an arch druid himself. After being fed and being allowd to share his campfire, the girl told her tale and explained herself, her interest and curiosity about nature and the wilds. At first the old man urged her to return to her family, but she insisted that she wouldn't do so until she could prove that her desire to know and explore nature was more than just self-indulgence, she wanted to prove that it could be useful to both her and others. The old druid sighed and told her that, if she so desired, she could become his apprentice - on the condition that once she finished training, she would return to her family and show off the fruits of her labor.

Agreeing in a heartbeat, with the brightest smile this side of the world, Druid Girl had no hesitation or doubts when taking the old man up on his offer. The next few years were spent studying and learning from her mentor, who taught her many things, both about flora an fauna. He taught her how to speak to animals and plants, where to look and how to move to find things or places, as well as teaching her the basic arts of druidic magics. Once she reached about her mid-teens, her master eventually told her that her training was complete, congratuating his student and wishing her well - in addition to reminding her of her promise and the responsabilities she now had as a druid herself.

Returning to her home, Druid Girl was sure that she would be able to show off her knowledge and skills to her parents, allowing them to mend the rift that had been caused those many years ago. Upon her return though, she found that her father had fallen ill and her mother was worked to the bone, having to both care for her sickly husband as well as do her job to bring home money for the pair. When she first arrived, her mother was quick to lecture and scold her, then pointing out her father's condition. However, once the daughter went outside and returned with some plants and herbs, brewed a tea and used her spellcraft to help heal her ailing father, the tune changed quite rapidly. Much bawling and apologizing was had - from both parties - and the reconciliation was a success.

With her father on the road to recovery and with her mother's tearful blessings, Druid Girl agains set out on the road, heading eastward. She had heard that there was a new town in the far-frontier, a place which surely could use the help and skills of a druid to aid in keeping the wilderness in check, or at bay. So she began her journey, on the slippery, slithering pathway of adventure.

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Steppe Archer appreciated not having to sewer dive again more than the two could ever know. Like, ever. Seriously. But, there was the remaining question of just what to do with all this free time left on this afternoon. While the proficient huntress would offer to go do some hunting, she doubted that a druid would support hunting for sport. Even if she was certain that with Big Red's help they could get a massive haul, she respected the druid enough to not suggest going off to skin animals for fun. Not like she did it for fun to begin with, mind you, but she knew that noblemen hunted for sport, often wasting some perfectly good animals just on virtue of the fact that they could.

"We could train. But that's not really 'fun', more just something so we don't waste the day. We could like...just talk, I guess. Maybe get to know each other better?" The nomad girl was frankly very unused to things outside of her steppe socially, used to, generally, having a bunch of girls her age with similar interests and similar background to chatter with. The druid girl was a girl, and knew things about nature, and that was about where their interests stopped meeting. Big Red was a survivalist, but was also a whole other species and gender than she was used to. So, maybe just chatting would do them all some good, in a way.

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Those gold colored eyes glanced at Druid Girl before he shrugged. "Something is better than nothing and the plants wouldn't have gone to waste." He said as the two settled on not going into the sewer. Honestly he could probably go it alone, but why tempt fate? Something bigger than rats and bugs could be hiding in the sewer what with only a rusty grate being the only defense in the ditches outside of town.

So they'd have a free day apparently, and Druid Girl tossed some ideas around. Then Archer Girl mentioned training or talking to get to know each other. "There's plenty of light left in the day, could do some training, talking, and such." He stated before catching on that neither knew what his people did in their off time. Assuming they ever had any. Which was a given since neither traveled to the marshes and swamps on the southern area of the continent.

"Personally I think we should do some training and not just in things you're good at." Big Red said, he could teach them some of his foot work and balanced stances. The pair were smaller than him so being tackled by something would be easier to knock them to the ground than himself. A mental blink made his brain stop, he had only known the pair of girls for a few days. Was he growing attached to them? Maybe. He was probably just feeling lonely since had been away from home for a good while. He did walk to palisade town after all.

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Druid Girl internally noted that these tow really were from different cultures than her own... Normally, she was fine with trekking through mud and dirt, she was a farmer's daughter after all, but even they didn't wander on out into the fields and start getting all sweaty and gross after a bath! Granted, baths back home were usually done at night,a fter the day's work was done, but still... That being said, she didn't exactly have any better ideas and perhaps - if she was sneaky - she could do more of the talking and less of the training... Though given how Big Red was, he'd probably get grumbly about it if she tried...

"Right then. If we're gonna train, I suppose we should head out one of the gates and do it on some grass. Dirt and gravel, or cobblestone for that matter, don't exactly make the best for softening a tumble or fall." She said, with a slight laugh, before gingerly strolling on, towards the east gate of Palisade Town.

A few minutes later, the group was outside the walls yet again. Not too far from the place where they'd done their very first job together actually - though no boars were in sight this time. Druid Girl pitter-pattered about for a while, checking the ground and shoo'ing away smaller woodland creatures such as mice, birds and a curious squirrel. After making sure there were no brambles, thistles or other pointy and/or hazardous plantlife in their immediate area, she turned back to the other two.

"Alright, so what should we be training?" She asked. "I doubt things like push-ups or sit-ups would do us much good if we're just doing it for today... And the same could be said for running... Oh!" She suddenly realized somehting. "You said something about training balance?" The girl inquired, looking over at the muscular behemoth of red scales. "How do we do that? ... Stand on one leg like this?" The raven-haired girl said, lifting one leg up and balancing on her lone one... A bit wobbly, but nontheless managing to stay upright without hopping aobut or falling over.


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Extras
Character Quote: Something they say a lot or live by
Theme Song: What would be playing when they walk up if we were in a movie?
Aura Color: Lavender
Scent: From strongest to weakest: Perfume, grass, animal urine
Anything Else:

Nor Dunadkar

Character Summary
Aliases: The Barber
Age: 120
Race: Mountain Dwarf
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Place of Origin: Arian
Gender: Male
Class: Fighter

Stats

Though we will not be rolling dice for feats, this will give a base line to run off of for your character. Max for any stat is 20, average is 10. You have 75 stat point to assign between the six stats.

Strength: 14
Dexterity: 15
Constitution: 20
Intelligence: 8
Wisdom: 9
Charisma: 9

Physical Attributes
Height: 4'7"
Weight: 185 lbs
Build: Muscle
Eyes: Cobalt
Hair: Obsidian, thick and wavy; kept very well groomed, short and stylish.
Skin Tone: Earthenware Clay
Racial Abilities:Infravision 60,
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Yes
Day To Day Attire: When he's traveling, which he does quite often, Nor wears very thick, sturdy clothes. They don't wear or tear too easily, provide protection against the elements and tend to be made of cheaper material than fine clothing. When he's not traveling he wears thick, study clothes. They can be used a long time with little to no fuss and tend to be made of cheaper material than finer clothes. 'Sides, when you work with Dwarven hair fer a living, thick clothes keep ya from feeling itchy all over.
Strengths: Indomitable Will, Swift Fingers, Strong Memory
Weaknesses: Gimpy left knee, hemorrhoids, thin-blooded

Psychological Attributes
Arrogant * Team Player * Greedy * Dependable

Sexuality: Straight
Relationship Status: Technically married. It's a long story
Personality: If there's one thing in life that you have to learn, it's that you always need to look out for Number 1. A lot of folk, especially traditionalists will go on about how important it is to be in a group, the support you can provide and blah, blah, blah. But these same people will gladly double-cross their own flesh and blood for a bit o' gold, property and land. Even if they pretend to hide it, they know what's really important.

You know who'll never go against your best interests or try to manipulate you? Yourself. And you know how you can protect yourself from gettin' stepped all over? Power. Get some power and they may snub about your attitude in their head or behind your back, but they'll come to heel when you call.

Now it's important that ye don't misunderstand what's being said. People can be useful and nice to have around. Sometimes you even need to trust em with yer life (usually when under risk of being wiped out by a buncha green blokes out fer blood), but try not to make a habit of it, and always be ready to cut down the guy before you afore he can.
Habits: Scratching his beard, Laughing Menacingly
Hobbies: Hunting large animals
Fears: Oceans, Lightning, Vampires
Likes: Tidy Hair, blood, money, revenge, knives, children
Dislikes: Unkempt hair, liars, cowards, jewelry, cold food, randomness

Skills
A listing of skills, such as horseback riding, and natural abilities, such as night vision - this also includes any racial edges

* Intimidation: Self explanatory
* Animal Handling: He knows how to work with animals
* Profession (Barber): He's good at the trimming and styling of men's hair. He could probably do something with lady hair if he tried
* Weapon Proficiency (Knives): Stab, stab, stab
* Shield Proficiency: Luckily it will protect me
* Weapon Proficiency (Polearms): Stab at a distance

Magic
A listing of spells, their descriptions - casting times, elements needed to cast, expected damage, any draw packs to casting - Limit 5 for single class, limit 3 for dual class - magic classes only
* Dwarf: He can't use magic because he's a non-spellcaster dwarf.

Possessions

Possessions Generally On Person: Clothing, coin purse, money, etc
* Traveler's Clothes: Boots, tunic, Trousers, Cloak, standard stuff
* Coin Pouch: For small purchases
* Utility Knife: For not stabbing people
* Masterwork Dwarven Straight Razor: Sharper than George Carlin's wit
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Weapons: Personal weapons, no magically enhanced items
* Dwarven Combat Knife: It's big, wicked and more than enough to gut a human clean
* Tower Shield: Big enough to completely hide behind if he kneels right next to it sideways. Makes an effective battering ram.
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Armor: Base armor only, no magically enhanced items
* Full Plate: Made with traditional dwarf forging techniques, this full suit of armor is definitely tough, but Nor doesn't wear it without having occasion to
* Item: Description
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Animals: Have a horse or bird? Limit 1 non bonded
* Mule: She pulls the cart. Her name is Dorka

Pack Contents: What do you carry in you pack when traveling
* Small Cart/Wagon: Nor doesn't actually have a pack, but a wagon that holds things he needs for business inside
* Barber Items: Kettle for heating water, shaving cream, boar hair brush, Chair for sitting in, small and large towels, hair scissors, combs and brushes
* Survival Stuff: Bedroll, 10 pints oil, Two Week's feed, 2 weeks rations, lantern, Firestarter, 50 feet of rope
* Money Stash: Where the serious dough is contained. If you touch, you get stabbed
* Item: Description
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Magical Items: Limit 2 low level
* Deluxe Shaving Cream: Anywhere it is applied, it prevents razor burn
* Floating Mirror: About as large as a human face, it'll stick in the exact same position it was let go of.

Potions: Premade or prepurchased potions - limit 5
* Cure Light Wounds (5): Sometimes you nick yourself while shaving and you don't want to wait for it to heal
* Cure Serious Wounds (2): For more serious occasions
* Grease: The wagon wheels get stiff occasionally
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Creation Materials: Anything used to brew potions or for alchemy
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Satilla Valen

Location: The Tower, Floor 3
Interacting With: Ancient cosmic powers of the BAD DICE ROLLS

 There were plans and there were PLANS. Satilla clearly had one of the latter right now. As the fight progressed, she had a bear between her and anywhere she could or had to go. Not exactly optimal thing to get in the way of big burly animals that can tear your limbs with one swipe of their mighty paws, be they a ally even. She took a breath and quickly studied the situation, before making her move. Keystone was to her left, so she took the chance and dashed in his direction.

 With decent move she hopped by his side, reaching to her bag in motion. From inside it a nervous meow was heard as she pulled one of the daggers she had. It was her own dagger, she then shifted slightly, turning to the side as her hand arched backwards, building the needed potential force for the throw. Sadly this is where the Ancient Cosmic Powers of bad luck struck her. It didn't take more than a fraction of a moment for her to realize the error of her ways.

 First was the fact she swung too fast. The dagger slipped from her hand going somewhere behind, probably towards the poor Thomas down the stairs, then there was the fact her rapid swing backwards, led to her feet somehow slipping and in the next moment she was looking up. With the mighty sound of crash, her back impacted the floor, sending ripples of impact energy through her torso, not to mention her head also hit the ground. She was dizzy, confused and the stars were dancing nicely in the air well at least before her skirt was covering her face, leaving her nice white linens to clear view.

 If animals could speak, she would have received a rant from the good ol' Skittles about doing stupid shit and that they should name her Leeroy Jenkinsssssssssssssssssss.

[Assistant]
Thomas Richard Harrison
Location: Spiral Staircase of Seven-thousand Steps! (The step count was grossly exagerated)
Interacting with: Satilla

How long could it possibly take to get up a single flight of stairs? Keystone had kindly entered the fray above, letting Thomas begin his ascent to join the rest of them, however the big bruiser was now replaced with something else that blocked the young sorcerer's path. Well true she was far more pleasant company, not that Keystone was bad but rather his malodorous rancorous emissions were certainly not missed, Thomas did have reason to be wide-eyed and bushy-tailed about Satilla's sudden appearance. The woodland witch had seemed to had what Thomas was currently experiencing, no not the cursed bad luck of having tumbled towards the boy from the top of the stairs, but rather fact that both had their undergarments exposed.

Cheeks turning a rosy red as any boy his age would at the sight, dumbstruck and staring a bit too long a gentleman ought to in a such a scenario. Clearly robes were not as concealing as they were advertised to be today, and at this point the party's wizardy types might as well be parading around in their linens and things. With the mix of stupefied serendipity and sated salaciousness, the surprised sorcerer suppressed the wild thoughts of a wanton youth and bent down to pick Satilla. Reverting the inverted robe edge and pulling down for modesty, Thomas had seen enough right? At least they were even now, she seen him in his whites, and now...

A shoulder underneath her arm to help prop the dizzied witch, while his right arm wrapped around to control her far shoulder in an awkward embrace. Oh the irony of having their healer down. Of course potions were a thing too but, their dwindling numbers did not bode well for this expedition and Thomas's uselessness would be gone after his expended spells. Maybe it was fortunate that lady luck had thrown Satilla at Thomas. "Hey Satilla, you okay?"

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Update

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* CMC:
	+ Moves above Nor and Cyn. Tries to take a bite at both of them, misses both.
* CLB:
	+ Holds Position.
* H.F.:
	+ Is starting to chant something.
* V:
	+ Tries to bite Nor, twice. Misses both times.
* CLA:
	+ Attacks Sana. Misses multiple times before landing a bite on her calf. Sana resists poison.
* CMA:
	+ Moves over to Keystone, and attacks. Misses both times.
* GRZ:
	+ Moves up 1 block
* TZ:
	+ Moves up 1 block

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Map:

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New Rotation:
Nor
Keystone
Sana
Thomas
Cyn
Sat
V
TZ
CMC
CLA
CLB
GRZ
CMA
H.F.

[Assistant]
Nor
Location: Tower 3F
Interacting with:Viper
Nor was really starting to get into the swing of things. Now felt a bit like his days in the service where he and his squad would occasionally get detached from the rest of platoon and have to fight through the green skins to regroup. They were all much taller, and at a certain point, attacks from a taller enemy more or less became an attack from above. Back in those days he'd have his shield and access to a polearm, generally a spear of some sort, but he'd make due.

First thing that tried to nip him was one of the two centipedes on the ceiling. A quick sidestep was enough to avoid its mandibles. He noted that it also tried to go after that druid; the bear behind him. Rookie mistake trying to attack everything within reach, but he couldn't expect a bug to know how to fight intelligently, let alone effectively as a group.

The next sap to try going after him was the half dead Viper. The first strike was almost too fast for him to react, but its fangs were stopped cold by thick, dwarven plate. When it tried to bite again, this time, he didn't even try to dodge, but just let the armor do the work. This time, before it could retract its head, he grabbed the serpent and jammed him blade into its eye socket. Before it could appreciate its loss of sight the dwarf withdrew the blade and thrust into its maw and up through the roof of its mouth, right into the pea brain encased within. A spasm or two later, and the beast fell limp in his hand.

Serpent now dead, he turned around to face one of the four remaining centipedes that bastard mage had conjured up. Sure he might technically have a clear shot to the bastard, and that chanting couldn't be anything good, but he didn't have any ranged weapons and running off alone was a good way to get killed. See: Sana had everyone not chased after her. He'd have to hope the princess would be sufficient in disrupting his concentration.

"Oi Big Bloke," Nor called out to Keystone, choosing not to use one of the five racial slurs that ran through his head first, "don't worry about the details, flank this bug with me!" Although the sheer numbers might have been starting to swing their way, they couldn't count on things to keep going well. If they were to make it through this without any more deaths, they'd need to do as their foes didn't and fight as a team.


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EDITIN - MUSIC BECAUSE HELL YEAH
Fake Name

Uriel

Nickname(s)

N/A

Gender

Male

Age

18

Year

3rd

Birthday

July 13th

Astrological Sign

Cancer / Prefers to go by the Celtic Zodiac - Horse

Species

Human

Class

Magic Bomberman - Uriel uses explosive marbles to fight for him, each of which is as destructive as a rudimentary grenade. However, each marble he uses has an elemental association. Red marbles have more fire than usual, light blue can shoot out huge water currents but have little direct attack power, yellow has electricity, and ect.

Weapon

Just a small bag that contains his marbles, which regenerate whenever it becomes empty. It was nicknamed 'Bag of Mayhem' because of its contents.

List of marbles include -

Red / Fire - Explosive

Black / Tar - Oil

Dark Blue / Ice

Light Blue / Water

Yellow / Electric

White / Flash - Noise

Light Green / Wind - Force

Dark Green / Earth

Neon Green / Acid - Poison

Dark Gray / Cement - Concrete

Brown / Wood

Light Gray / Smoke

Purple / Gravity

Also, if Uriel cracks or partially breaks a marble(s) before throwing it, their effects combine in ways different to those listed, such as Earth and fire creating a very small burst of magma, and the likes. The number of marbles used will also change the effects. Such as two cracked earth marbles will create pure iron or steel shards.

World

Earth

Biography

Born shortly Lucis and earth came together, he was an orphaned child who was taken in by a magician. A lucis magician, who had turned to earth to live and work there. Gabriel worked under him, and was taken care of. Now, the man who he had been picked up by was no average magician, but instead, was a inter-world weapons smuggler under the guise of a entertainer. Raised by such a man, Gabriel was asked to take up a fake name and was to help him with his duties. He did, with much vigor, help out his foster father. He grew up quickly, and was able to learn from him with little effort or argument. This was all and good, until 'Uriel' grew up and eventually wanted to go to school. At 14, he was invited to the Academy of Arcane Artes, and had a very awkward discussion with his father. Now, although he wished to keep receiving Uriels help, he would let his son go to the school. So long as he stayed safe, and accepted his gift. It was one of their strongest smuggled weapons, the Bag of Mayhem.

Personality

Uriel isn't too aggressive, but he does enjoy toying around with people when he can. Now, although he enjoys a good fight he isn't up for severely injuring others. He rather, is in a fight so long as he has the spotlight and can cause some destruction. These urges, though, have recently started to dwindle a bit. In his third year, he has been finding himself calm and lacking destructive wants more often then not. Although his history might suggest otherwise, Uriel wants to have a legitimate job. He goes to the school in dreams of becoming a Gate Guardian, and a damn good one at that. Well, good despite the urges to fuck with people wanting to cross through.

Partner

I guess i need this assigned

Fear(s)/Weakness(es)/Limit(s)

Uriel only has an average human body, which he hasn't trained too well. Only as strong as your average lad, he can't climb, run, or take hits better then the your everyday joe. His marbles can't be used too close to him, or else he can also be damaged by them and suffer their effects. He gets extremely uncomfortable around races that don't look human-like. He has no resistances to any form of magic, and a good physical attack can knock him out, if he doesn't die or feint due to blood loss.

Skills/Abilities/Traits

He has a good throwing arm, and accuracy. That is perhaps the only thing that sets him apart from most humans. He can also use multiple marbles at once (up to three) to amplify or combine their effects.

Theme Song
Down the DAAAAYMAAAN
Other

Follows authority figures more often then not, despite what his actions may lead you to believe sometimes. ( At least the ones at school ) / Uriel = God is my light. He has sore-spot in his mind about needing tools to be a gatekeeper and to stand a chance a fight. Talking shit about how he can only fight through the bag is a quick way to make an enemy.

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Raltahvar Marchosias & Princess Meiron Alkanez Elo-Dezemineh
Box 77

Ralthavar watched the sudden appearance of the witch. Her sorcery created hundreds of glowing boxes out of no where. Soon students were getting absorbed into the light from their slips of paper. A few of Ralthavar's orcs panicked and dropped their slips of paper, but they still got absorbed. Of the few who were left Ralthavar gave them some parting words. "Don't be scared! Greet them like a true orc! Show them your honor!" Ralthavar said with a chipper laugh as he grabbed two things from his bag before he too was engulfed in light.

His arrival was a bit bumpy, to say the least, but he managed to come to his sense before the other person did. A small human girl who dressed regally. Ralthavar guessed that she had his number. The orc just smiled and motioned for the girl to approach him. "Come than. Let us meet each other, face-to-face!" Ralthavar roared as he brandished his weapons, a kettle full of water and a box. Ralthavar looked again at his items and realized that he did not manage to bring his weapons. No, he had a kettle of hot water, heated by a crystal for the purpose of having a warm drink on the go. And in the box contained his tea set, complete with two cups carved from jade. Not exactly Ralthavar's weapons. Regardless he took the mishap in stride and sat down in seiza. He started to prepare some tea for this other person, even taking off his fur jacket to turn it into a crude cushion for his guest.

Rei Mavan & Varren Yinyues
Box 23

Rei was trying so hard to trick the human boy into her clutches, but when that witchy chick arrived Rei knew that her trick wouldn't do her any good. Though she did get a good look at miss magic and Rei made a note to figure out which class she taught. Soon people started to get teleported in flashes of light and into various boxes. If she had to guess which box they were going into depended on what their number was. Rei thought of another ploy, and deciding that she could at least curb her loses, she went up to the human boy she was trying to nab. While he was distracted talking to the person in front of him Rei copped a feel, groping his plump peach and giving his trigger a squeeze before she was taken away by a ray of light.

As far as light shows went Rei had worse. She recovered from her vertigo in short order and saw her prey across the room. She didn't waste time with pleasantries and targeted him with an Illusion, one that made her invisible. And now came the fun part. Rei stayed utterly quiet, just watching the boy. She wanted to see what he'd do. What his weaknesses were. And how best to impale him on her on her mighty pillar. "Your cherry is going to be the promised Eternal Rome on my tongue!!!"

[Assistant]
Box #435
Sylus, Uriel and Frontal Lobe

Whilst curiously glancing around at the commotion, Sylus was startled by the Headmaster calling to Professor Aldura to "Do the thing," whatever that entailed. At the professor's grand entrance and even grander speech, Sylus began to get a bad feeling. Something tells me this will be even more interesting then last year's 'Icebreaker', he thought, I'd probably better steel myself. As the trio of numerals on his paper began to raditate with magical energy, sylus attempted to clear and calm his mind, to prepare himself for whatever twisted games headmaster ler-Briar had in mind. After a flash of blinding light, he found himself in a white room, with no exit, and two other inhabitants.

 I don't like how she said ' now prove your worth.' Sylus thought. He reflexively reached for his bow as he tended to do when caught by surprise, but he then lowered his hand again, deciding it might be a bit better for his health, not to mention far more polite, to introduce himself first. There's a chance that the others don't want to fight if they didn't know this would happen... right? "Greetings, err... gentlemen" He said as jovially as possible, but inevitably botching it as he gawked at the eerie-looking metal monstrosity that had appeared here, taken aback by the sight of... him? It? he recognized the other being in the room, a second year he saw around last year but never really met. He must be a third year now... if so I'd really rather this not come to conflict. He shook these thoughts from his mind, attempting to look friendly and calm. "I am called Sylus. I hail from Lucius, and I infer that you two must be from earth. T'is nice to meet you." He bowed to them in greeting.

From The West

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Box 11
Penelope and Ramon

Penelope was confused at first. It almost seems like he forgot his name, but there's no way that's right. I mean, who forgets that? Then it struck her: he might be under an assumed name for some reason. Best to play along for now, until she could ask enough people to ferret out the truth.

"Well, Ramon. Are you from Lucius, or Earth? I can't really tell just by looking at you."

[Assistant]
Box 69
Mia Betancourt & Mathew Holmes

Mia whimpered softly, the bright flash of light had interfered with her receptors and the data was blinking rapidly as it tried to sort itself, her right hand coming up to cover her eyes the headache and throbbing reminding her of the times she tried to read reports faster then she could process them.

The last thing the small girl remembered was a bright box looming down from the ceiling and what her data classified as a witch riding along with it. It was her first time seeing magic, honestly the girl found herself enthralled by the show; albeit was a bit flashy the glowing numbers transcending into small boxes, as they encased their holders in an ethereal light.

Hearing a males voice Mia shoot up quickly looking around, wincing as pain shoot through her head in reply to the quick movement. She locked eyes with a rather tall white haired male instinctively scooting backwards until she hit the wall of the box.

Wait, box?

Looking around Mia confirmed that she was subsequently trapped in a box, the data reading matching the boxes the woman earlier had summoned. Slowly gaining a bearing on her surroundings she focused once more one the male, unable to make eye contact as she timidly look up at him from her sitting position.

Designation:Unicorn.:Sex:MaleHeight:~62inWeight:1100~lbsTemperature:100degreesClassification:Lucian/Beast…

Blinking several times Mia looked from the display screen back up at the male, he looked human well besides the white hair, but her data was rarely wrong, it had a small glitch that didn't allow it to process illusions even if she saw them visually. Realizing she was being rude the girl flustered farther into her corner before berating herself once more, "H-Hello…" She called out her soft voice not carrying much farther from her person, hoping she wasn't interrupting his self-conversation.

"My name is…Mia…." She offered slightly making no move to emerge from her corner, as she watching the strange man..err…male..

Captor

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Box number 69
Mathew Holmes and Mia Betancourt
Mathew Holmes

Mathew was brought out of his musings by the voice of the girl. She sounded scared (alliteration! Woop!) 'they can't really expect me to fight someone like her without good reason. She sounds like she would take cover in a corner if I so much as looked at her wrong. I might not even have to do that much if her current state is any indication' Holding back a sigh, he addressed the girl who had introduced herself as Mia "It's a pleasure to meet you Mia" he said with a small bow. Then he made his way over to her at a steady pace and with a gentle smile on his face, to help set her at ease. Once he reached her, Mathew took her hand in his and gave the back of it a quick kiss before letting go "I am Mathew Holmes." He introduced himself, hoping to make her feel less scared. "You needn't worry; even if it was their plan, I have no intent to fight someone such as yourself. If you'll forgive my making assumptions; you seem to be the type who finds no joy in direct combat, and would in fact come of such a confrontation quite shaken up."

[Assistant]
Box #435
Sylus, Uriel and Frontal Lobe

The change in scenery completely caught Uriel off-guard. He had tried to stop thinking of the past and instead wait patiently, but before he could even get that through his head, he had been transported to a stage-like cage. The room he was in reminded him of his father's guess at the passage to the afterlife. He also said that being stuck in that stage, and never making it to the end is what purgatory was. So, we've been put in purgatory until further notice? Uriel had already coined a term for the room before even trying to figure out who else was in it, and what to do. He remembered what the Headmaster said, but that didn't leave him with much to think ok. There wasn't even a vague riddle at the end that contained some form of prize.

Uriel then gave notice to the two other people in the room. Well, only one of them looked like a person, and a distorted one at that. The other? The other looked to be some kind of robot. Now, Uriel dealt with robots better then monsters, but he was still quite unnerved by them sometimes, even if they also had the shackles of morality place on them. Uriel would have been the type of person to believe computers would one day destroy humanity, had lucis never come into play. But this didn't seem to matter much, because the robot wasn't very responsive at the moment.

"Don't put that bow away just yet, friend. I don't think we were summoned here just to make chit-chat." Although the ends of his conscious told him to play nice, the rest of his brain didn't think they would be allowed to do that. The person who put them upt to this was the combat instructor after all. Uriel's hand was already rummaging through the small bag on his side, prepared to draw marbles if need be. Uriel distrusted the idea that playing pacifist would work, but decided to go along with it temporarily. He didn't want to be the one to spark the fire. "The name is Uriel, Sylus. I guess its nice to meet'cha as well."


[System]
Title: The Lord of the Rising Sun
Age: 34
Height: 7'2"
Weight: 499 pounds
Race: Human
Class: Warrior
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Eye Color: Hazel

Weapons and Equipment- His body, occasionally a set of thick six-kilo runite (a foreign metal of nigh-indestructible toughness) bracers and a pair of dragon gauntlets (a metal that is a tier above runite, also almost indestructible). He often wears the "Tzhaar-Kal-Ket", an incredibly rare and magical cloak bestowed upon those few in history who have triumphed over the brutal challenges of a terrible volcano-dwelling race known as the Tzhaar. It is impervious to heat and cold & incredibly durable to boot. He also always keeps an enchanted "Inoculation Brace" on his ankle, a magical trinket which renders him immune to harmful substances.

(Gonad with his bracers)

Appearance- Silhouetted against the burning passions of war, a figure stands tall, unmoving. His physique is as definitive as the gory victory with which his gruesome hands secure. Woven into his beard is a tapestry of blood, proclaiming the legendary tales of the countless scars adorning the sacred weapon, known as Gonad. For weapon he is, heated and hammered in the unquenchable fires of battle.

Pure unadulterated muscle. Lean muscle that ripples under his flesh like the waves of the ocean. He has muscles on his muscles. Feet Muscles. Finger muscles. Muscles in places that muscles should not be. A grisly body resembling tanned granite that might as well have been chiseled by the gods. Bulging veins, thick and course. Tendons like steel cords. Fingers like blunt iron rods. Long, sinewy limbs crafted for naught but the deliverance of phenomenal destruction. His enormous yet supple frame moves with a primal grace, the likes of which are comparable only to the untamed beasts of the wild.

His body is riddled with the innumerable wounds left by his combative livelihood. There are hundreds upon hundreds. Where the scars do not cover his body, coarse manly hair, thick and strong like steel wool, does.
He boasts a great dark gray beard speckled with the blood and bone flakes of his foes, flowing down his freakishly striated chest in thick, oily waves reminiscent of the River Styx. From it emanates the very stench of death and graverot, every bit as inescapable as his piercing glare. Within his single eye resides an undying flame, sizzling hotter than the arse-winds of Satan himself.

Personality- What attributes the primal organism known as "Gonad" bears are no different than the attributes of mother nature herself. Blood-tinged Westerlies carving jagged sluices along the tepid surface of a great and mysterious ocean, whose calm demeanor belies a vast and terrible capability. The wisdom of towering snow-capped mountains, whose interminable experience has been honed over countless millennia of wear and tear. The trepid balance between predator and prey, animal and man, intermingling to form a singular amalgamation of virile life. And yet, he maintains a feature apart from nature. Self-awareness. He lives only for pushing the boundaries of human strength and spirit, forcing himself beyond the utmost limit in extreme combat. He fears not death, nor pain, nor loss, for it is from these things that the vigor and strength of true manhood and honor spring. He revels in the pain, luxuriates in death, and basks in loss. He never will engage in dishonorable practices such as deception, and will not tolerate an unfair fight. Though he may oftentimes appear a comical fool, Gonad is truly just a simple man who very rarely premeditates an action, instead acting from the heart and without hesitation, following only the voice of his soul.

Abilities/Skills- Regarded in his home realm as the greatest martial artist and warrior to have ever lived, Gonad boasts tremendous dynamic and static strength greater than that of a wild animal. He fights through experience and instinct, capable of reacting to attacks through muscle memory before he consciously registers them. Gonad is the supreme master of his own body, and can control its functions at will. He can use the full potential of his latent strength, constrict blood vessels to keep from losing fluids, and transmit senses other than sight through his visual cortex along with a plethora of other abilities. He is capable of touching and harming incorporeal or transdimensional entities by virtue of being too ignorant to know that he shouldn't.
Gonad is a grandmaster of the berserker arts and can utilize three different forms of the technique, each one a step up from the last. These three modes are Semi Berserk, Fully Berserk, and the preeminent Primal State.
He witholds a vast array of rare and lethal wisdom and is said to know of over one-thousand ways to kill with his bare hands.

Background- Gonad is a legendary warrior who hails from the realm of Gielinor, a faraway land entrenched in fantasy and warfare. He has seen countless wars, killed countless enemies, made countless friends. To recount the barbarian's many adventures would be an exercise in futility, for the blood wrought odyssey of Gonad transcends time and experience.

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Gonad's hands had since fallen to his sides. As Trixi moved in for her attack, his left fist rose up before his chin. He'd have expectedly assumed a fighting pose, albiet just a half boxing stance with his legs not even spread to accommodate full punching power. A brief premonition might hit Trixi at that moment, and if it did it could very well save her from a quick loss. It would have a similar feel to the tunnel vision illusions and skilled feints that Gonad could inflict.

*A snapshot of his left fist extended across her defenseless face like a shadow cast from a lurid green twilit sun, having crossed over her right arm which was in mid-strike.*

In boxing, if you are lucky, you may bear witness to a certain kind of punch. One that barely grazes the chin pad, yet seems infused with an electric vibe of pure knockout power. A body slumps in a heap, having never known what hit them. Gonad did not need luck nor circumstance nor even a proper set up to throw one such a strike as would be studied for years by experts as a reference point to the illusive concept of a "perfect punch". Trixi would be allowed a time frame in which to stop and rethink her action. It seemed though that he was as much a teacher as a warrior, for surely the subconscious warning had been on purpose. Gonad was enjoying the courage of this one.

[Assistant]
Doctor

Some people just bashed away at a problem using the same exact tactic over and over. They would never realized how pointless it was, merely expecting the move to work at some point and become a solution, rather than a crippling weakness. In the past Trixi had been one such individual. Until her life changed and her mentality no longer helped her, instead it often left her broken along some rain soaked ditch. Still, old habits die hard. So her process of learning had been gradual but her continual need to face and smack a problem in her way, usually upside the head, had never really went away. That's not to say something her mentality didn't adapt, her bullheadedness sometimes working in her favor.

Trixi was doing what seemed to be a right, straight punch to the giant's side. When his hand lifted up to his face, her mind imagined the hand whipping out and over her outstretched arm, planting the hit right into her face side. The impact would likely send her straight into the ground with a daze and a headache at least, stopping her from getting upright for a long time. Trixi wasn't lying when she was willing to block but it didn't mean she would instantly. It didn't help that doubt lingered there in definitely at the man's merits. Her trust was a difficult thing to both earn and apply, always had been due to fear of making the same mistake. When her weight applied to her rear foot, she adjusted it closer to her right foot for balance as she extended her arm for the punch. To Gonad, or at least anyone normal, she looked like she was about to take the knockout punch instead of reconsider her options.

This wasn't the case this time.

Taking an obvious leaf from Gonad's book, her arm bent at the elbow and turned into a hook shot that fell short of her target on purpose. It seemed she might've changed her mind after all as this would happen should his fist had punched and made it past her arm, aimed directly for her face. Immediately her head pulled to the side, tilting backward some, where she would possibly feel his fist graze her skin soon. But didn't it impact directly. Her hips twisted when she felt his hand about to brush her skin, pulling her head away while she let it skim off. From his point of view it would've seen like he hit her dead on and her own stupidity had gotten her KOed. She doubted this would fool Gonad.

Meanwhile, her weight fell to the ball of her left foot while her right leg came up just when Gonad's fist nearly carried out its extension all the way to her face. If successful, and nothing changed or affected this, her kick would be directed at his upper torso side likely around his ribcage. A deep instinct stirred at the possibility he might actually grab on to her foot with either his right or left hand then crush it with a single reflex. If that happened, would prove her trust was ill placed, she thought with a sicken dread.

[User] Gonad was a grappler first and a striker second. He rarely pulled back his punches, instead often opting to use the opportunity to manipulate an opponent. Now he had one such an opportunity. He saw through the feint and stepped forwards on his left foot as Trixi kicked. His hand was at her face, she was on one leg. A good shove would be all the was needed to send her down on her back, her kick going high and probably thumping pointlessly against the vast man's bicep or shoulder. A Muay Thai kick to the calf can badly bruise, but that is if the opponent has the proper footing. If she were pushed off balance, the "oomph" would be taken right out of her attack.

[Assistant]
Doctor

What was Sam thinking putting her into this?

It wasn't the first time this thought had brushed Trixi's mind briefly throughout her time in this tourney. It was basically screaming when Gonad stepped forward and applied his weight, her eyes widen when she felt the giant advance. She was beginning to think Sam was crazier than she originally gave him credit for pushing her into this. Even worst of all, she was acting like an idiot herself and she tossed out the kick. She had made the biggest rookie mistake of all, miscalculating her options. Something she should never have done. Now she was forced to accept the end result because her own doubt and worry had rattled her ability.

Too late to adapt, she was now forced to roll with the punches. Literally. Being on one leg, she was unable to adjust her weight as her foot carried through with the kick and Gonad pushed her back. When she was first introduced to fighting, there was one thing she was made to memorize: how to fall with the least amount of damage. The moment her body's delicate balance toppled, she fell hard on her back and smacked against the hard ground, where she rolled about a foot or more away. Edging upright, her body curled to get upright, her distance from the man about three to four of her steps away.

Through she pretty much unharmed, the humiliation was more than enough to slice her inwardly. In Gonad's counters, she felt like a novice learning to fight again and that was enough to win from her past experiences. Now she was starting to understand why David used a sling instead of his fists. At the sign of her weakness, Salem's mocking voice serged to the surface. His tone and words wounding her pride even more.

'Humans are so...cute.'His grinning, horned face floated in her head while she tried to catch her breath and came to her feet. The same words he uttered when she demanded he explanation for trying to kill her. 'Ever wondered why I built you up over our years together, only to kill you? Like most humans, the tastiest are those who believe they are stronger than they really are. Those foolish enough never to accept their fate and just give up. That's why I choose you… it seems it was too easy too.'

Trixi forced herself to ignore the aches littering her surface as they quickly dulled, her eyes fixed on the massive man before with a set jaw. She spoke again. "Don't you realize you still need to touch my chest to win, or wasn't I clear on that?"

Her body pushed to the balls of her feet as she noted the visibly was getting fainter, the heat faded but the steam blanket grew thicker little by little. She estimated that at some point they wouldn't be able to see each other. That would make it impossible for either of them to continue the fight. Wondering if he knew this or not, her feet planted firmly on the balls as her hands held up just under her face in wait. She been going on the offensive most the fight, maybe it was time for a different approach.

[User]
Gonad didn't repeat the same lesson twice. The promonition of the punch had been Trixi's only chance to learn that an aggressive approach was not the right choice. The very moment Gonad was sure that Trixi was going to fall, he rushed forwards. His large hands sought to clamp upon her ankles, sifting and snaking through any kicks to locate their targets. Were she to wind up on her back with Gonad having claimed a leg in each hand, his favorite submission finisher would commence. With this move he had conquered trolls and lich lords alike. It was a technique most commonly known as the "Boston Crab", initiated by swinging one leg over a grounded opponent who was on their back after having their legs grabbed, the torque of this repositioning forcing them onto their belly as the grappler wound up facing the opposite direction, tucking the legs of the enemy securely into the armpits and then leaning backwards to effectively bend an opponent over their own body like a fold over sandwich.

Though a blow to the chest was a condition for victory, so also was forcing the opponent to either give up or be turned into a Klondike Bar.

[Assistant]
Were Trixi not to give up, Gonad would let go of her and step off to the side. He was no murderer.

"Bwah! Much potential has Fancy Girl. Come with Gonad, and reach such potential we will with much training! First, hruh, must top of Big Fight Hill be met."


[System]
Age: 28

Gender: Female

Appearance:

Personality:

Zypha is a woman of the world and very down-to-earth. Having grown up with a very rough childhood Zypha quickly learned what it meant to survive and how to lookout for oneself. She can very a very sarcastic individual and is not afraid of being rude or callus, so she can rub people the wrong way fairly easily. Despite these character flaws, and at times selfish attitude, she will fiercely defend her crewmates with all her ferocity when they are threatened by others.

Zypha also possesses a very strong will and is actually quite clever. She has a strong resolve to keep bettering herself in combat and learning, so she will often try something new if she thinks it would be beneficial to herself or the crew. Zypha is also willing to go to great lengths and take serious chances if she believes the result to be worth it.

Devil Fruit/ Weapon of expertise:

Zypha's choice of weapon is a twin Chain-Scythe. The Scythe blades are black with a dark blue triangle pattern across the edged-side of the blades. The blades are long and curved on their 'business' ends with short spike-like edges on the opposite side making both sides quite dangerous. The handles are made of essentially dark brown ironwood, polished to perfection with some of the traditional 'imperfections' and patterns that wood based pieces have. A dark blue chain connects the twin scythe at the ends of the handles, making the weapon not only a deadly pseudo-projectile but also a potential grappling hook, among other uses.

[User]
Pirate ship

As Zypha spun the wheel and turned the ship to face the enemy ship, two of the cannonballs completely missed as they crashed into the water beside it. The middle cannonball struck it's target however and exploded, leaving a deep crack in the front side of the ship. Fortunately there was no gaping hole, but it wasn't in very good shape. Before the enemy pirates could do anything else, the Lotus ship rammed into their ship with full force. Most of the pirates, including the captain, lost their balance and fell over. The three cannoneers managed to remain standing due to holding onto the cannons. "Oi, get yer ass offa me!" A pirate shouted. "What are ya dolts waiting for?! Kill em already!" The captain barked as he slowly began to get back onto his feet.

The first cannoneer on the left unsheathed his blade, and leaped onto the Lotus ship's deck, slashing diagonally at Abigail's chest. The second one hopped onto the deck as well, and pulled out a flintlock pistol, quickly firing it at Zypha. The third cannoneer began to reload his cannon, readying another cannonball.

Pirate ship, Below Deck

"OI! The prisoners are escaping!" One of the pirates barked, as Chroma broke the door open. The closest pirate charged at her immediately, and grabbed his broadaxe. He swung it downward at her head.

The other four pirates readied their weapons in the meantime. Two of them grabbed their blades while a third aimed his rifle. The fourth one pulled out two flintlock pistols and took aim as well. They could not interfere yet as the hallway was rather thin, and the first pirate was blocking their vision. Right after this, a massive shockwave went through the ship as the Lotus ship rammed into it, knocking everyone off-balance for a moment.

[Assistant]
While Zypha piloted their ship, Abigail stood by her side, arms crossed, watching their voyage towards the attacking ship. Her dark eyes watched at the cannonballs fell harmlessly into the water around them, at least most of them fell harmlessly into the water around them. There was a third one, and it hit. "Ooo...ouch." Abigail winces at the sight of the new damage on their ship. "That's not going to be cheap to repair, you know?"

No sooner had she spoken than their ship smashed into the attacking vessel. "Wow! This thing can really move when it wants to." There was a clatter on the other ship as commands were made and people started rushing on to twin lotus's ship. "Damn1 Everyone wants a piece of us." Abigail reached for her sword but it was too late, there was already a soldier swinging his sword at her chest.

This wasn't a new situation to the redheaded pirate. She'd experienced it a few times in the past few days and had a pretty good idea how to handle it. She pulled her body back so the blade's tip merely cut cloth and then lunged forward. She grabbed the attacking pirate's arm and held it there while she closed the rest of the distance. She snaked her leg around the man's and then pushed him back, hoping he'd trip and land on his back.

[User]
If it weren't for that yell Croma might have not noticed the pirate barreling her way with a large double headed Ax, thankfully she did and it allowed her to dodge him jumping further back against the wall. She readied her sword and tried to draw it only to hear a familiar *Clank clank* sound of Kichi refusing to come out. With Kichi refusing to fight yet again this left Croma with only one real choice, to use her special brand of sword play; getting into a 'Ko Gasumi' stance where the sword is raised above one's head, tilted at a jaunty angle and staring down the enemy. Twisting her body forward, she swung her sword backwards and then right up again under the pirate aiming for his entire lower jaw, because shes been forced to exclusively train with her sword in her sheath combined with the fact the sheath itself is obnoxiously heavy her basic strikes tend to carry the same force that's expected.

"Unsheathe style – Rising river!" She called out every motion she made was fluid.

[Assistant]
Zypha had considered attempting to skirt around the enemy at one point to head for the harbor, but once the ship was hit by a cannonball her only real choice was to attack. The Lotus rammed the pirate ship full force, making Zypha wince as she heard the cracking and splintering of wood as the vessels collided; thankfully she managed to hold onto the wheel hard enough to not fall when the collision occurred. "That is going to leave a nasty mark, hope we can make it to port without sinking."

Zypha left the wheel, the ship essentially being stuck on the other ship for the time being which allowed her to leave her post. Zypha then saw two of the cannon users jump onto their ship, one went for Abigail and the other for her. Zypha didn't need to worry about Abigail as she was a good fighter, but of course the other pirate tried to use a gun on her.

"You guys are pretty brazen to attack us so close to port. Well guess that just means we'll get more credit then!"

Crouching low Zypha zipped along the deck, her new jacket dangled off her shoulders, the sleeves dragging behind her since she did not put her arms in the sleeves. Making sure to zigzag as the pirate fired, the bullet zinged past her and poked a hole through her jacket. Ignoring that, Zypha reached for her scythe around her waist and lashed out at the pirate with both weapons.

If she managed to take out the pirate right away her next move would be to climb up on the enemy ship to throw a chain-scythe at the third cannoneer to take him out before he could fire another cannonball. While she would ditch the old boat eventually now was not the time to have the vessel sink on them. At the moment Zypha identified this cannoneer as their biggest threat.

[User]
August tapped on his chin lightly. He listened to the woman's words as she struggled with the door. He looked at the man that had been sealed. He was more involved with the figurative scenario. The speedster stood up once he noticed the door had opened. Giving a quick applause, he thanked the woman.

 "Impressive lock-picking skill. Getting back to the matter on hand, I'm not sure all nobles are ugly. And you're avoiding the question," August mentioned. He stepped back when his ears picked up hostile footsteps and shouting. Before he could say anything, the woman played her sword and challenged whoever was in the hallway.

 "After this, she totally owes me an answer," he sighed. He crouched down and slipped his hand under the man's armpit. Pulling him up to his feet, he smiled at the stranger. "Well, guess we better get out of here."

 August held one hand out. "But one question, why are you the only one with the sea stone cuffs? The wall and door are made of the material anyways."

[Assistant]
Pirate ship

As Abigail made the man trip, his head ended up slamming into the railing of the boat, knocking him out instantly. The man that missed Zypha with his bullet was cut down instantly by her scythes. The third man smirked as he managed to reload the cannon and took aim. But before he was able to fire, Zypha's thrown scythe pierced his neck. Blood gushed out as the man collapsed on the ground.

"There's only TWO of them! Incompetent fools!" The captain shouted, who succesfully regained his balance. There were now seven pirates remaining on deck, including the captain. "Just shoot them!" He barked, as the six other pirates grabbed their rifles. They began to shoot at Abigail and Zypha in a rather unorganized manner.

Pirate ship, Below Deck

As Croma swung her sheathed blade at the pirate, the metal sheath slammed hard into his head. The man staggered back for a moment and collapsed into the ground, knocked out. The remaining four pirates stared in shock for a moment, as the man with the rifle took aim and fired a bullet at her chest. The man with the flint lock pistols began to aim at her as well, not having pulled the triggers yet. The men with the blades stood at the ready as well.

[User]
The strange looking man rose to his feet in an instant upon being questions, smiling from ear to ear. His shaggy black hair obscured most of his face, but it was easy to tell that he was ecstatic to have been acknowledged. "Simple, my friend! I'm keeping myself from being a nuisance, these are my handcuffs! Ahahaha!" The man then sauntered out of the room like a maniac, casually stepping past August, Croma, and the unconscious Marine with little regard for the situation. As he made his way towards the exit, he screamed something in a joyful tone that everyone on the ship would hear:

"Wee-Hee-Hee-Hee! Somebody's standing up to the Silver Slugs! What a joyous day it is to be me, or anyone, for that matter! What fun, what fun!"

[Assistant]
"Ssss." Abigail winced as the man hit his head. She hadn't planned on that. She was going to force a lifesaver up his legs till his arms were bound in rubber safeness. Oh well, unless. Looking around to see if she was being watched the red pirate did just that and kicked the man over. She watched him as he hit the water with a splash. "Kind of messed up I know, but you started it. Let nobody say Abigail the double Lotus Pirate attacks first! Turn the other cheek my tender rump!"

Was there more to say on the subject? The sea may never know because before she could continue the captain of the attacking ship started yelling at his crew, informing them of a better strategy of attack. "Well, god damn I hate a confident foe." Without waiting for another word Abigail started powering up her left hand. It was her favorite hand. Shame she couldn't use it for both sword fighting and lightning blasting. Now that would be the life. As the balled fist started to glow the redhead charged forwards as fast as she could up the bow and leaped at the crest.

Being airborne wasn't difficult. She was new to it, but it was easy enough to handle. Once you got started it was only a matter of letting momentum carry you forwards. Landings were new to Abigail too, on account of a nearly complete absence of being airborne in her life, but it wasn't easy. She did it, technically. Her feet touched the ground but failed to stay under her so she slipped and rolled until she crashed into the legs of one of the pirates legs as he was getting up to aim his rifle.

[User]
A gun shot obviously aimed at her, but thanks to the weird angle she held her sword, it struck the sheath and ricocheted off. Croma knew she wouldn't get a second chance, so she took the opening created by the other very strange prisoner, she rolled forward, picking up the man she knocked out and turned his unconscious body around using him as a shield. Kicking her meat shield forward into the rifleman Croma lunged herself past him readying her weapon to swing at the pistol wielders swinging her sword so she could strike in a diagonal position aiming to knock the metal sheath right into their Adam's apples.

"Crushing blow!" She yells

[Assistant]
"Wee-Hee-Hee-Hee! Somebody's standing up to the Silver Slugs!"

Came a voice from inside the ship that was impossible to ignore as Zypha safely landed on the vessel. Zypha's face twitched a little as she looked at the enemy crew. "Please tell me you aren't really called the Silver Slugs. Like really? Like me commend you captain on his naming sense." She would have started a slow clap if she weren't in combat and needing to hold onto her weapons.

One random crewman looked slightly embarrassed but the rest were too busy following their captain's order to start firing at her and Abigail. Zypha dove to the deck as bullets wizzed overhead and scrambled to take some cover so she could find the right timing to attack. Meanwhile she got to witness her crewmate go airborne as she started her assault, but she kind of miffed the landing and rolled into one of the pirates.

"Well that's one way to fly into action." She mused before detaching a scythe, checking its balance, and then flinging the scythe from its handle like a boom-a-rang. She had been working on the balance for quite some time and while it still it wouldn't exactly come back like a boom-a-rang, it still made for a decent projectile weapon that could curve in midflight. She aimed it at one of the pirates aiming for Abigail, gritted her teeth as a bullet grazed her shoulder, and took cover again, waiting to hear the sound of the scythe hitting home.