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Age: 26

Height: 5'5

Weight: 125

Class: Mercenary

Race: Wood Elf

Weapons & Equipment:
Weapons: Bow & arrows which she can infuse with light magic (limited by her low skill in magic), two hidden dirk daggers (typically strapped to the inside of her thigh highs), an assortment of lethal poisons.
Satchel: Holds her lethal poisons, a variety of herbs chosen for their specific medicinal and some lethal qualities, bandages, waterskin, golden locket necklace, 57 Silver and 5 gold.

Skills and Abilities: Nylah is a high level archer, rarely missing her mark. She is proficient in stealth, hand-to-hand combat (though she prefers to avoid it) and can be extremely charismatic. She can use very few light spells, but is not skilled in the art and usually only dabbles with it when she needs the extra punch in her arrow shots (the use of magic often shows itself in intricate golden design on her skin).

Bio: The only home Nylah can remember is a damp, cold shack in the middle of the lovely Knight Islands Port towns, raised by a gruff bastard of a man called Terk. He was tough, as Dwarf's typically are, and would often tell her that she ought to be grateful towards him. According to Terk, Nylah had been abandoned in the middle of the frostwood forest of Ispar when she was only four years old. Of course Nylah had no memory of that, so she took his word for it. Terk would go on to take Nylah home with him, though not out of the kindness of his heart. He had no desire to care for a needy child the rest of her miserable life, he had other plans. When Nylah was of age, 8 years old to be precise, Terk could cash in and sign her up for a life of mercenary work. Young ones donated to the "school" could bring in at least 100 gold if not more. Nylah would never know what Terk received for her, but after he handed her over to the training program that was the last she ever saw of the old dwarf.

The school was very obviously illegal, especially to work children to the bone as they did, but no one in the Knight Islands seemed to care. They were all criminals of some sort, so it seemed. The children were just working to fit in. To survive there, really.

Nylah would prove to be one of their top trainee's, showing her skill with a bow and arrow very early on. They honed in on this skill and over the years would mold her into a killer. Someone who could take an assassination contract and not bat an eyelash, as long as they got paid. At first they would send you out on simple things; steal a couple jewels, threaten a noble family, get some information out of people. The school would benefit 100% of the profit from these contracts. Eventually, at age 16 for Nylah, they would send her out on her own and expect her to find her own contracts. To bring in the big money for them, which meant find someone who wanted someone else "eliminated". She did it, and she gave the school 50% of the profits for the next 5 years of being on her own. After that they trusted her enough to take less of a cut, knowing she was a reliable source of income. She learned from other examples that if you didn't bring in the money, or tried to separate yourself from them, you'd be met with a cold steel blade against your throat in the middle of the night.

Today, she continues to take contracts and travel across the world. She has grown to enjoy her work, despite every so often when whats left of her conscience reminds her of how many lives she's ended whether they were corrupted or not.

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Dalious gave a hard left hook to the first person he saw after the punch, knocking the culprit out. When chaos assumed around him, he turned to look and see his fellow companions had entered the bar and had taken seat. He made his way over to them, clocking another random person along the way.

"Glad you lot made it, I've made some coin," he said and tossed the coin pouch over to Gwyneria for safe keeping. "By the way they started this, and since I'm in my prime, I'll have to finish it."

He gave Gwyneria a wink just before some random guy smashed a chair over Dalious' back and back head, which knocked him out cold as his unconcious body flopped onto Gwenarias lap.

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Cicero Bladewalker

Cicero listened to Gwyn with a thoughtful countenance. He replied with the utmost sincerity, "Cyrano...I like it." Just then Dalious broke their cover by walking straight over to them. "So much for our disguises.." Cicero thought.

Suddenly a chair bashed over Dalious and knocked the rapscallion out. Cicero rolled his eyes and breathed a heavy sigh. He had to step in now. Jumping up, his cloak whirred behind him as he began boxing the man who brought Dalious down. A left hook here, a right jab there, a left cross. Bam Bam WHAM! The man was on the ground before he knew it. Not taking time to admire his work, Cicero hoisted Dalious over his shoulder and muttered to Gwyn, "Time to go." Then he made his way out the back exit. If he wasn't interrupted he would attempt to leave the area and reconvene somewhere else.

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Nylah Aldaos

(I rolled a 2 so Nylah definitely didn't notice anyone in particular Haha!)

As the barkeep slid over the pint of ale, Nylah slid over a few silver coins toward him in exchange. As he leaned towards her, she locked eyes with him and a subtle smirk appeared on her lips as he questioned her. "Guys like you?" she retorted in a sarcastic tone. "Why, I think you're quite handsome." She looked him up and down with her emerald eyes. He wasn't exactly her type, but she was sure someone out there could find him handsome. "I've seen worse." She grinned at him before taking long swig of the ale, playful eyes peering over the edge at him.

"At least you're not stupid." She chuckled a bit. "I'd say that's attractive." She leaned against the bar, further removing the space between them. "I'll tell it to ya straight," one gold goin appeared between her fingers "I'm looking for a man named Dalious. You know him? The infamous pirate." She pushed the gold coin towards him on the table, though still holding possession over it with her fingers, indicating that she would pay him for information. "I'm looking to join his crew." She held his gaze, smiling innocently at him over the counter.

Just then a loud crash from across the room caused her to break eye contact and grip the coin back into the palm of her hand securely. She looked to where the sound came from and eyed the group curiously. A man flopped over into a woman's lap and broken pieces of a chair sprawled across the floor. The surrounding group burst into laughter and then cheered as another man sprung to his feet and began to box the man who had smashed a chair over the unconscious mans head. She raised her brows and then glanced back at the barkeep for a brief moment. "This happen often?" She almost laughed, then looked back as the unconscious man was hoisted up by what was seemingly his friend who had just defended the man. She watched as they left through a back exit, finding it odd that they would take that exit versus the front. "Interesting..." She thought, turning back to the barkeep, "Know anything about that group?"

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Black Jack's Roost

Cicero Bladewalker, Dalious, & Gwyneria
,@Sol Grim
Gwyn sighed, collected the dropped off bag, and followed after Cicero as the remnants of the fight continued on around them. One would think that a PIRATE with a price on his head would know something about being discrete. But of course she'd find out that she'd been saddled with two imbeciles (though in very different ways), but the objective right now was to make it back to the ship intact. Since her knight was occupied carrying the lughead around, that left her in need of watching out for threats on the way there. As most of her concentration was taken up though in navigating the main bar fight without injury, she missed a certain observant fellow elf at the bar.

The street the merry band exited onto would have been a typical closed in alleyway if the bright seaside sunshine hadn't shone through. Gwyn's eyes darted around the street, only to consider it a reasonable certainty that they was not anyone nearby. She sighed in relief before asking her companion, "Straight shot to the ship or a more roundabout way? If we have attracted unfortunate attentions, shaking anyone following us off would be the safer bet. However, unless our fearless captain wakes up, we have a high chance of getting lost in this town and attracting attention from other threats we do not want to deal with."
Nylah Aldaos
Muse
The barkeep shook his head as he looked at the gold coin. "Unfortunately lass, I don'nae know anything worth a gold coin. I've only been employed here two weeks." He pointed at the group in question as they passed through the remaining barfight. "I've never seen that group before in me life and frankly, those two not unconscious are too conspicuous looking to be regulars to this kind of dive. Look like they're trying too hard to play the part of regular customers, especially with those hoods." Then he pointed towards the other side of the room where a squinty eyed older pirate sat out of the fight, still smoking his pipe. "He's among the oldest regulars here. If anyone knows about Dalious or any of the famous rogues, it'd be Old Deke."

Will Nylah pursue this source of potential info or follow the strange group out of curiosity or gut feeling?

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Cicero Bladewalker
Cicero looked at Gwyn and replied, "Let us go a more roundabout way. Perhaps we can lose any pursuers and our 'Captain' will wake up in the meantime." Cicero chose an alleyway to delve into that was particularly dark. If he just stayed with the sun as his compass he shouldn't get too poorly lost.

Then he remembered Gwyn's magic, "Do you happen to have any magic that could either trick our pursuers or give us direction?" Having an adept mage on their side was a boon that he could not pass up so easily. Cicero had lost count of all the times she had come through for him. This situation was no exception.

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Dalious

Dalious' eyes opened slightly as the trio made the way back. He heard Cicero speaking to Gwyn about being potentially lost and kept his mouth shut. His head still throbbed from being hit and his body ached, so he just simply let the knight carry him off further. It wasn't until his groin started hurting that he spoke up, "Hey, easy around the potholes I've a delicate form!"

It was here that he tossed and moved until he was standing on his own two feet again. "Thank you kind sir I've got it from here, oh my head!" He closed his eyes and rubbed his temples. "I was dreaming of beautiful women and endless wine, now I'm back here with you two, ugh. Where the hell are we anyway?"

He took a quick turn to look at the buildings around them and remembered they were still basically where he left off. "Right. I'd say we're going the right way, are we being pursued? If you do use any magic, best not let any see. These people are crazed and unpredictable, the burning fire mob type if you catch my drift. I say we keep heading this way a bit longer." Dalious turned a serious gaze toward the knight. "Would it be too soon to ask for you to carry me the rest of the way, fine sir?"

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"Is that so?" Nylah took her gaze from the barkeep and eyed the man named Old Deke. If he was a regular, she would be able to find him there again in the near future. Best to pursue a fleeting opportunity first. "Thank you. Keep this, I may be back." She gave a playful wink to the barkeep as she slid the golden coin over to him.

With that, Nylah weaved her way through the crowded tavern and exited out of the back door just as the mysterious group had. They may end up being a dead lead, but something inside was telling her that she ought to check it out. The only problem... which way did they go? Her eyes scanned the area, then looked down at the ground. "Ah-ha" The dirt below was still fairly wet from a rain storm that had rolled in a day ago. Luckily for her, a trail of faint footprints lead her in the direction of her group of strangers. Her luck, however, ran out quickly after a turn down an alleyway. The dirt road had turned into cobblestone and left no trace of them. She muttered a curse under her breath, thinking of which direction they might have gone.

"Hey, easy around the potholes I've a delicate form!"

Well, they certainly weren't far. Nylah's ears perked up as she listened closely for where the voice was coming from, hoping that it belonged to who she was pursuing. Slowly, careful not to kick any rocks or step on anything that would give her position away, she followed the sounds. As the mans voice became closer, Nylah stopped behind a corner and listened for a brief moment.

"If you do use any magic, best not let any see. These people are crazed and unpredictable, the burning fire mob type if you catch my drift. I say we keep heading this way a bit longer."

"A magic user?"

With no real plan, Nylah made the decision to let herself be known. She needed to see them, to confirm that it was the group she was looking for, though she currently didn't have a good way of getting to the roof of a nearby building without being heard or seen. Facing them was her only option, unless she felt like following them in the shadows all day. She'd have to think on the fly.

"Uhm.." Nylah put on her best "innocent-girl" tone of voice and stepped around the corner, laying eyes on a group of three. "Bingo!" She gave them a sheepish grin as they took notice of her, "I'm sorry to interrupt... I just.. I saw you all in the tavern a few minutes ago." She began digging in her satchel and pulled out two silver coins. "You dropped these." She held them up for the group to see. It wasn't a gold coin, but she knew people around these parts were typically desperate to keep any coin they could. Perhaps it would lure one of them to speak with her. "I grabbed them but figured I should return it. They fell out during the fight... " She took a few steps closer, suddenly noticing the female elf between the two men. "Interesting..." She thought, careful not to let her gaze linger too long. When Nylah had a chance, she needed to review the portrait sketches on her bounty paperwork. The three all looked oddly familiar... but what luck could it be to have three bounties dropped in her lap? Not only that, but how would she ever overcome three people to take them in all by herself? That didn't seem feasible...


[System]
Alias - The Bull

Age - 23

Personality - Loyal, Silent, Patient

Powers - Ma'vern's only true powers are his enhanced strength and durability. Neither are anywhere near a Daxamite's abilities, but if given the opportunity he could hold his own against one for some time.

Weaknesses - Although his strength and durability are greater than most, allowing him to take more punishment than others, if enough damage is done to him he can still be hurt or killed.

Appearance -

BRIEF Bio - Ar'asom was not one to let others be hurt by those that believed they could harm just because it was within their power. This caused him to develop his skills quickly as he was often in fights, defending one person or another, throughout most of his childhood. By the time he was 17, his prowess in fighting had become common knowledge, and he began to make his way in the world selling his abilities out as a bodyguard.

Two years after leaving Varva he caught his first big break and was hired by the Elders of Rann, mainly because with Adam Strange off world at the time the Elders wanted to have some protection they could count on. For nearly a month he did little else besides sit around and watch over the Elders as they performed their duties. It wasn't until the Persuader and her atomic axe cut through a door that he believed he wouldn't have anything to really do. The two quickly became locked in battle, and after some time Ar'asom was able to disarm and subdue the Persuader. Only once they battle had ended that he realized that Adam Strange had returned to Rann, and upon surveying the damage that had been down between the two did he mutter a popular Earth idiom that led to Ar'asoms' alias.

Afterwards his name quickly spread and he was hired by more and more high profile clients. At 20 he was hired by members of the United Plantes to protect Alexander Mason. To Ar'asom it was like any other job, but unlike most jobs he and Alexander became friends. Ar'asom continued to serve as a bodyguard for him over the next few years until Alexander asked him to join the Legion.

Notes - The payment from one of his first high profile clients was a meeting with the Warlords of Okaara where he was trained in all forms of martial combat and the philosophy of combat and the humanities.

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Spinning out of events currently developing in Young Justice 2022 comes the Legion like you've never seen them before. The year 2022 sees a new band of cosmic misfits enter the expanded RP universe with a bang. Working jobs for the United Planets, chasing down the galaxy's most wanted, and making time for a little bit of adventuring and exploring on alien worlds is all in a day in the life on their ship, the Jumper [piloted by a smaller sized Krolotean]. The Legion does whatever they can to pass the time and try to make an honest living travelling across the stars. They could do some good today. Or things could go bad. Often, it's both.

So the year is 2022 and the United Planets are beginning to take shape across the galaxy with even more opposition than what has been seen in LoSH comics. Sentinel, Supergirl, and a team of cosmic misfits answer the call to defend freedom and the occasional princess in this RP that also sees us taking bizarre missions from the United Planets as well as taking on the occasional bounty on some of the galaxy's most wanted criminals across five sectors. Unlike the LoSH in the future of the DCU, this Legion will have silver flight belt buckles [made from Nth metal from Thanagar] rather than gold rings. And while they can't translate any language, there will be devices all around the galaxy to help with that. Something resembling Skeets.

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Rules:

1.) No back-to-back posting.

2.) PAY ATTENTION TO DETAIL AND SET-UPS!!

3.) Make sense. If we can't make heads or tails of your posts they're likely to get skipped over.

4.) Get permission before using another player's character in your posts if it involves changing the scene or making actions. Everybody will take beatings in this game in battle however, so don't get pissed if you get punched or blasted into a wall by the bad guys!

5.) Problems with the game or players should be sent directly to me through PM's. I don't want a bunch of bickering in the OOC.

6.) Abandoned characters will be used as NPC's or killed off within the context of the story.

7.) "I was waiting for [insert player/character] to make a move" is not an excuse to not post.

8.) There is no rule #8.

9.) My word is law.

10.) Obey the law.

11.) In the event that I'm offline for any period of time, the deputy GM (Aro) will take control and HIS word will then be law.

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GM Notes 3/16/15 :Game on.

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"Here's how it is..." Alexander said while everyone got settled in as the Krolotean's ship lifted off and began to fly out of the planet Earth's atmosphere...

"We take missions from the United Planets, go after the occasional bounty, just whatever the stars bring our way. Right now, we're chasing after that red ring that just caused all that chaos in California. You still with me, or are you already thinking about going back?" he asked as Supergirl gazed out the window of the star cruiser.

"I'm fine. Just in awe is all." said Supergirl.

"Good. Cause you missed your window to bail about two and a half minutes ago." Sentinel responded.

"This red ring will be the death of me. Despite my powers coming from that whale looking Green Lantern, I don't much care for jewelry that can wipe out worlds. I'd have destroyed it even if the United Planets weren't paying us. With Hob's ship we travel over one hundred and thirty sectors in no time at all on the trail. Then I see it up ahead from the window... Thanagarian starships and about three dozen wingmen. Do they know about the ring... or did one of the boys piss them off somewhere I didn't know about?" Sentinel thinks walking around the ship and coming up to the windows.

Alexander Mason runs to the cockpit as Hob is already preparing for a conflict. He presses the red alert and an alarm and flashing light go off throughout the ship. A worried look comes across the face of their resident super-person.

"This isn't anything we haven't dealt with before, so don't worry. Never this many Thanagarians at once, but..." Sentinel said before the ship took a hit from the approaching starship.

"Ar'asom, how do you operate in space... you need one of the trans-suits in the back? We need your muscle out there!" Sentinel asked rushing through the ship.

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Collab between Lord Wraith and BlackSam

The Jumper made its way through the asteroid belt as Hob expertly handled the controls. Shaking from another impact of enemy laser, Hob cursed angrily under his breath as the Thanagarian cruiser continued to give chase.

<"I knew I should have re-stocked the weapons before we took off! But no, we have no funds because someone decided rations were more important than ammunition!"> He yelled.

"That's why you should get a sword. Swords never need restocking. Swords are like. . . infinite ammo." Answered Rane mildly. He had draped himself carelessly over the main passenger seat, the Sword of the Skyfather cradled tenderly in his arms. For a man  who was currently a passenger in the middle of a intense, intergalactic dog fight he seemed incredibly calm and composed. It made Hob look even more enraged in comparison.

"Besides, I gave Sentinel an alternative to buying more rations, but he shot me down when I suggested we just eat you. Probably thinks we'd choke on all the lil bones. . . ."

Or maybe he tastes as bad as he smells?

"Equally valid point."

<"WHAT!"> Hob turned around raising his mechanical arm and pointing his welding laser at Rane. <"Try it! I'll turn you into, what was it... barbecue faster than you can draw that over-sized sliver of metal."> The gremlin screamed before turning back to the controls. <"You want a sword! I'll show you a sword!"> He yelled before ripping open the control panel in front of him and pulling a couple fuses before plugging them into other slots.

<"Full power to the forward shields, additional power to afterburners."> Hob slammed the controls down as he back-flipped the ship, spinning it over as he righted the vessel before steering it directly towards the bridge of the cruiser.

Rane's lipless mouth curved up in what could have been a snarl, but was equally likely to be a smile. Either way it wasn't the prettiest of sights. One would be forgiven for thinking that the Canmorian, a self professed lover of battle, had tricked his Krolotean comrade into turning his escape attempt into a full frontal charge. If that was the case then Hob needed to have a good look at his priorities.

That hairless monkey is so malleable. And he thinks he is the smart one.

"He can't help it," Rane said aloud. "It's small creature syndrome. He has much to prove, overcompensating for his small size you see." Talking aloud, seemingly to himself, was quite a common trait for the Canmorian. Just another of his many, many, many curious habits that led to others thinking he was cracked.

You're small for your species, aren't you Rane? Explains so much.

The Canmorian's eyes narrowed in annoyance.

"Quiet Sword. No one asked you."

Oh, don't be like that Rane. But the Lizard man wasn't talking to the weapon any longer, instead fixing all his attention upon the swiftly oncoming cruiser. He still seemed completely at ease, though the fidgeting of his fingers gave him away, talon digits running up and down the sweat-stained leather of the Sword of the Skyfather's hilt.

All around the Jumper, debris exploded as the small ship burst through the cruiser. Wall after wall impacting against the hull as Thanagarian soldiers flew each and every way. All across the controls, the display began to flash and glow red, yellow and various other warning colors.

<"Stupid hunk of junk!"> Hob said smashing his fists down on the controls as the ship came to a halting stop. The vacuum of space behind them suddenly disappeared as the Thanagarian ship's own safety measures kicked in and seal off the hull breach. Winged soldiers in full armor slowly surrounded the vessels as they leveled weapons towards the cockpit.

<"Exit the vessel with your hands up!"> The lead officer said as Hob turned around in his seat. Things had been tense in this region of space since the Thanagarian-Rann war had begun but the United Planets had known what to expect when they sent the ship into this sector. It was missions like this that made hiring mercs like Rane logical.

<"Well, go do your slice-y thing!"> Hob shouted angrily as he walked passed the reptilian man. Retrieving his exo-suit, Hob climbed into his controls as the suit closed around him.

<"I am not being taken down by a bunch of overgrown avians!"> He yelled at Rane.

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Ar'asom braced himself as another blast from the Thanagarian's lasers belted the ship. Why is it that we are almost always being chased by someone. What did we even do to them in the first place? He let out a soft sigh, thankful Hob was able to get the ship back under control all the while dodging asteroids until they were free of them.

Out of the frying pan, He pulled up a view of the larger cruiser on a vid screen nearby and watched as it continued to manuever itself out of the asteroid field. And into the fire.

"I would have to agree with Hob on this one. Some ammunition is better than no ammunition." He muttered to himself as he continued to try and recall what it was that they had done to any Thanagarians that would merit the chase from a sector so far away. The answer still remained a mystery however as Sentinel rushed by him, asking how he operated in space.

"I do better with my feet on the ground." He called after Sentinel as he felt the ship lurch and perform a flip, knocking him off balance and causing him to create a rather noticeable dent with his horns. "Well that will just piss Hob off even more after he sees what the Thanagarians have done to his ship. Although he'll probably blame it on Rane." He muttered as he steadied himself once again and returned his attention to the vid screen.

No longer was it the view of the Thanagarian ship still trying to make it's way in the asteroid belt, it was now just the vast emptiness of space. Oh, please no. Don't tell me he's doing what I think he's doing. He thought as he switched to the forward facing view, just in time to see the approaching hull of the Thanagarian cruiser as they crashed into it.

The shield of the Jumper held together admirably, but did little to reduce each jolt as metal slammed against metal before the ship finally came to a screeching halt. Wonder what it was that Rane said to him this time to get this sort of reaction from Hob. Ar'asom once again adjusted the view of the vid screen, finding a group of Thanagarians approaching the ship. His attention was drawn away from the screen as Hob and Rane exited the cockpit, Hob yelling at Rane for him to get outside the ship and do his 'slice-y thing' as Hob was climbing into his exo-suit still yelling at Rane.

"Rane," Ar'asom made his way over to stand beside Rane. "You and your Sword of the Skyfather get outside and do your slice-y thing." He stood beside Rane, stretching and cracking his knuckles. "And I'll make sure that no one get's in your way."


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Race: Human

Position: On the run from the authorities, obviously.

Age: 30

Personality: Melody is heartless, cruel, and obviously dangerous. She knows nothing about remorse, and has no qualms about slitting someone's throat, regardless of who it is. By definition, she's a serial killer, perhaps one of the most wanted ones of this generation and possibly this era. She doesn't value life and sees everyone as expendable.

Appearance: Melody is five-eight and a half with green eyes and long red hair, she's fit and slightly muscular, allowing her to run for long periods of time and lift at least twice her body weight. She tends to wear black clothing, typically made of leather, but she does happen to have a few non-leather outfits. She always wears her trademark, custom made, black leather trench coat. The coat was designed to have hidden pockets inside the jacket for knives or other such sharp objects. She has a pair of holsters strapped to her lower back, which obviously hold her two favorite handguns.

Background: Melody's past remains a mystery, she's never become close to another person, and if she has, they're likely not alive anymore to talk about it. Her name became known to the world when the news reported a triple homicide involving the CEO of a major company, the calling card left at the scene were titles of songs on a CD. This caused the media to call her the Songstress, a name that stuck despite the authorities' attempts to deter this result. As the years passed, Melody perfected her craft, eventually learning how to enter high security locations and escape without being noticed. She's the perfect killer, except for one little thing, she's slightly unstable mentally.

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The snow covered ground sparkled like diamonds and glitter. Ice crystals hung from the dormant trees branches, and snowflakes floated silently to the ground, like soft feathers. Winter Court was beautiful, cold, and gleaming with fresh snow today. The bright red of the Winterberry bushes that grew around the castle were in magnificent contrast to the white wonderland. As where the glorious Witch hazel trees, whose flowers blazed like little suns in the midst of the everlasting winter that was Marzanna's Court. Her favorite part of the whole Castle was the frosted gardens, and the frozen roses. That was were she was at this moment, in the gardens enjoying the crisp frigid air, admiring the frosted evergreens, and newly bloomed snowdrops.

Marzanna wore a dark Prussian blue gown, that was intricately beaded up the sleeves, and along the hem with black and blue gems. A deep V neckline, and sweeping train made up the rest of the dress. Her black velvet cloak, had raven feathers sewn around the collar, it had been her mothers. Dark colors made up most of her wardrobe. She had gowns, and jewelry from every human era she had been alive for. The one she wore now had been a gift from her father's new wife.

Tonight was the anniversary ball. A celebration of the 50th year since King Haeson's ascended to the winter throne. Every single winter fae was invited, as were the elders, and important persons from the other seasons. This particular ball was quite lavish, as Marzanna had been in charge of the planning. Long ago when she had been a mere countess, she had been known to throw some of the best parties this side of summer.

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Taking a stony finger to his chin, the lord of rock and rubble pondered for a moment. The question was a puzzler for sure, who am I, who am I? The young mortal hadn't even seen the golem for but a moment, and already asking such perplexing twisters. But, since he was somewhat short on time he opted for an easier answer, one that could not possibly reach the fathoms of such a question, "You may know me as the Hermit." the stone giant rasped in his earthen tone.

 "And what would I have the pleasure to call you, young mortal?" He added, all the while barely glancing here and there at the fae of the fall court. Perhaps it was intrusion that he had sprung upon them, but then, he could learn so very much from the human. And thus, Orðabók would live with whatever could come of the encounter.

 Surely these fae had not been keeping this boy as a pet for too long, unlike that ashen girl of the Fall King. And the mighty stone golem wondered of the poor mortality that leads to something so akin to slavery. Would they do the same to the young boy? Could Orðabók allow such to happen? He was a neutral force after all, but something surely didn't feel right to him.

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She could hear them, they had to be a flight away now, if not a little less. She recalled four officers pursuing her, however it was likely they called for backup, just in case. She had ten minutes at least, she had to deal with them and get out of here before their backup arrived. Clearing her mind, she aimed one of her guns at the door, lifting it from the chest area, to the head. The instant the door opened, she fired, the bullet piercing through the skull of the officer stepping through. His body instantly fell, causing the three remaining cops to crouch, giving her time to change to a generator a little further back. Once there, she remained silent, listening to the footsteps of the men. She smirked, they were using standard procedure, spreading wide enough to cast a net, but not too far apart that they couldn't see one another. She knew they'd find her if she stayed hidden, and if she revealed her position, the others would bear down on her position. She knew she was screwed, being backed into a corner like this. If she were to die here, then so be it, but she was going to take at least two more with her. She peered around the side, spotting an officer headed her way. He turned his head away, giving her the chance to lean out and fire again, dropping him easily.

Just as she had expected, the other two started firing in her general direction, causing her to retreat into cover. She popped out every now and then to fire at them, forcing them into cover as well, thus initiating a rooftop shootout. She knew her fate was sealed now, with those two in cover, backup would arrive before long. She sighed, luck was not on her side today it seemed, her career was over. Having no fear of death, she rose out of cover with both guns aimed forward, firing as she ran at the officers. "Is she insane?! Don't kill her!" one said to his partner. It was too late, the bullet passed through the woman's chest, her steps now slowing to a stop and her guns dropping. She looked down at the wound, blood running down her body like a river, a smile forming on her lips. She looked at the men, who seemed to be disturbed by the smile, "I have sung my final song. Ironic...to be killed in such a place, on the day the world first learned my name...enjoy your victory while it lasts..." she said, falling to her knees. Holding her wound, she looked at the officers who approached her, "I swear...I will kill you...both of you...I will find a way...you haven't heard the last...of..." she trailed off, hitting the ground. The air around the city suddenly got colder, especially around her. In an instant, the officers had frozen in place, the woman's body vanished from sight as well. The woman, still barely alive, used her eyes to look around. This was a strange place, she was looking at a landscape that couldn't be physically possible, yet it was there. To her, it looked beautiful, the ice and snow twisted in such horrific yet beautiful ways. If this is what death looked like, then she was content with it, "Beautiful..." she managed to spit out, her eyes slowly closing. She wished she could live just a little longer to enjoy the beauty of this landscape, but such was not her destiny.

[Assistant]
As if he where an angel of death, a dark figure stands over the woman, chuckling "Going to give up now, little one? Let your silly little life end here?" he taunts, daring her- no, Challenging her to stay alive and awake "Laying in the snow?" In the light snow fall the dark gremlin was a perfect contrast to the white and light blue all around, Dark robes, of black and night sky blue cover him, sword at his side

"Perhaps i can show you even More wonders, But rest now, little one, We'll see you yet live...."

[User]
Meliae glanced up at the giant rock in front of her, as a few of her warriors came closer. She held up a hand, halting their movements.
"Do mortals interest you so Hermit? There are billions outside of my forests, I'm sure they'd love to meet you." Meliae said, her words cruel but when one doesn't pick a side, it tends to earn them enemies instead of friends.
"You may call him Max, if you feel it necessary to speak long enough to call him anything." Meliae stated, answering for the boy before he got himself in trouble.

[Assistant] Max was about to answer, but was taken aback by Meliae deciding to do that for him. " I can answer for myself," He said carefully, sendning an annoyed look to Meliae, and then looking up at the Hermit, and nodding in agreement, " Yeah, my name's Max, Max Napras." He told him. The rock monster was so huge, that Max didn't want to take any risks in upsetting it. Max then decided to venture to ask a question, even if it may upset the Fae that currently house him," Say, these Fae tricked me, and now I can't leave this village, is there anyway you can help?" He asked quickly, hoping to get an answer before they tried to force the monster away.

[User] There's a rolling laughter like cracking lightening as the trees shake about the Hermit, Meliae and Max in a rogue wind. "Oh my! Tis amusing one, shame to I he did not come. But for the best it be, for he is of little use to me." The Fall King chuckles deeply on his throne as he watches from the gleam enchanted pool. He could not contain his laughter, this boy was extremely amusing in his antics. "Thy tithe be required, Hermit, and I ken yen shall pay. Time thy may take in this meandering way." He assured the Hermit of his delay in the paying of homage to the land's Lord. The Hermit was a useful Fae and one the Fall King was loath to block from his lands. "But if there is a problem of to whence the mortal's homage paid, come before my Court and homage fair be laid. I shall not ha'e the blood of such a friendly Fae split over a child, Duchess." The cool breeze whips about Meliae in quiet warning. He watched them from the pool that reflected the eyes of a raven that perched above. She would obey, all who owed him tithe and bowed to the Fall obeyed. Resting a pointed chin on fine hands he mused over what to do if she didn't, it was rare but it did happen now and again.

[Assistant]
The ponderous lord of stone dropped to a knee with a thud, almost to say that this was more important and worth the time than his meeting with the Fall King. Placing a hand of ore upon his chiseled chin Orðabók wondered for a moment at the rudeness of the Duchess's gesture at this point ignoring the warriors of the realm and their advances. And just as the man of rock was opening his mouth to respond a voice broke out and interrupted him.

 "I can answer for myself" "Yeah, my name's Max, Max Napras." And as to the Hermit's surprise, the boy had not been so enthralled with the treachery of the fall court. And so a smile erupted from Orðabók's stony visage, until he heard the next part, which had drained away to a solemn look.

 The boy was tricked, this was to be expected, but now it had seemed that they plan on keeping him against his own will? Such was not the way for the great giant of rubble. With a sharp glance toward Max's 'captor' Orðabók spoke in his usual timbre, "These creatures do not claim ownership over you, nor would I see it done." The boy needed his help after all, though whether he simply wanted to seek the knowledge of a mortal or he genuinely cared of the human's well being remained to be seen.

 Soon after the man of stone added, "If you wish, I may guide you from this place, though you have no reason to trust me. These forests are quite a bother however." All the while being oblivious to the noble's reactions toward the conversation.

 And just as Orðabók had finished speaking, the crackling wind sprung out in all directions. Irking the stoic Fae, especially the words carried upon the gusts. Ugh, the rhyming that the Fall king had prided himself over for so long. If anything kept the stone giant out of the Fall court, it was that.

 But such words had rung true, it was foolish for the duchess to lash out at Orðabók at all, considering his worth to more than just the fall court. It almost felt like cheating, "Looks like the lord of this land would like an audience, young Max. Shall you tag along?"

[User] A voice. This is what she heard, someone was talking to her, though she could barely make out the words. The tone though, she knew it too well, the voice was challenging her to live. Yes, she heard that word. Whoever, or whatever it was, challenged her to live. She tried to open her eyes again, only managing to crack one a bit, the figure before her appearing to be nothing more than a shadow. Live...yes...I must...live... she thought just before passing out. Her dreams were strange, she dreamed she was alive once more in this strange landscape, dancing among the frost and snow. It was as if the cold didn't affect her, as if she was part of the landscape herself. She felt at home, strangely enough. If it were anyone else, it might have been strange for them to feel that way, but not her. The best way for her to describe it was that she was meant to be here, as if it was meant to be her home. Her dream stopped when a shadow loomed over her, darkening everything around her. Was she scared? Not in the least. She was curious, who was this shadowed figure? Would she ever know? Before she could figure it out, her eyes slowly began to open. As they adjusted, she found she was no longer in that strange place. Well, she was, but not where she had been to begin with. She looked around, slowly sitting up as she scanned her surroundings. More of them. More of those twisted, yet oddly beautiful objects surrounded her, but they weren't like the ones she saw before. Her mind then suddenly recalled her wound, which she immediately touched, finding nothing there. No mark, no scar, nothing. It was as if it never existed in the first place. "How is that possible? I could have sworn I was dying..." she said out loud, clearly confused by the whole situation.


[System]
Species: Human/Witchling
Age: 52
Description: Having let her hair grow out, her dark auburn locks are typically tied up in a braided bun, several pieces, refusing to be bound, frame her face, complementing an olive skin tone. A grey strand here and there, depicting age. Her eyes are something to behold; light green surrounded by a thin ring of gold. Freckles sprinkle lightly over a smooth face, nearly void of any wrinkles representative of a woman coming into her fifties. She stands at about 5'7" tall, a petite upper body sitting upon wider hips and thick thighs. Not overly muscular though her body is tone. When exposed, displayed on her back are a number of scars, some seeming a bit more prominent. A rather fresh one sits just above her right brow. She may have aged some from the last time any had seen her, but she certainly doesn't look as old as she is.

Personality: She is typically cold and brash, on the outside anyway. Her overconfident ways have often gotten her in a pinch, but not one that she couldn't ever find her way out of. She never takes the easy way out and has a soft spot for those who have been bullied. Having grown used to the luxuries coin can buy, she would prefer a more lavish lifestyle. Shiny things may distract her from time to time, but it is never to say she had an easy life.

Clothing: She typically wears light fabrics, leathers and cloths of darker shades. A large cowl normally covers most of her features. Dark brown leather boots extend up just past her knees, straps and buckles secure padding where would be needed. Plain cloth pants are held up by a thick black belt, lined with a few pouches and oddities.

Weapons: Through her training, she has become a jack of all trades. Though her favorite weapon is the battle axe strapped to her back. She has a dagger hidden within her boots and one saddled to her belt at her right hip. The dagger hanging from her belt is a curved blade, with a ruby embedded within the hilt.

Skills and Abilities: Part of the reason why the witches wanted to do away with her because she did not have the affinity for magic as they did. However her time in the Assassin's Keep allowed her to develop other skills and techniques:
Shadow Prison: Isabeau is able to shadow step to her foe for an attack. During this attack, her foe's movement speed is drastically reduced temporarily
Wild Blow: Isabeau is able to manipulate the shadows around her weapons, increasing the damage done by her attacks. The attack is usually used when attempting to sunder a shield.
Wildfire: Despite not having the understanding of the weave, as the witches did, Isabeau was bestowed with a gift from her mother. The gift of Wildfire. This gift takes an enormous amount of energy to control and wield. When called upon, the shadows immediately surrounding her will ignite and deadly flames will coat her axe, adding fire damage to her attacks. This generally leaves Isabeau quite drained afterwards

In her time away from civilization, she has learned to tap into the shadow realm. The more time she spent in the dark reflection of home, the less stable her footing became in each world. She would shift back and forth, sometimes without even meaning to.

Magic:N/A -see skills above

Backstory:
Rumors of long ago, tell a tale of a witch who fell in love with a prince from a far away land.

The prince had journeyed far in search of a magical herb that was said to cure a sickness plaguing his kingdom. He came upon a young woman living deep within the woods. Beautiful in every way imaginable, the Prince became enthralled with the young woman and insisted that she leave the woods and return with him to his castle. As tempting as the offer was, she could not leave her home. For she was a witch, just as her mother before her, and so on down the line. Their family and gifts had been banished from the kingdom long ago, and since, they had taken refuge in the forest, tending to the wilds and those who dwell within its sanctuary.

Disturbed by the story, the prince vowed that he would speak with his father to lift their exile if she would return with him as his bride. Gleefully, the young woman accepted. And with the prince as her guest, she spent her last few days in the woods saying her goodbyes and making arrangements for after she left.

Those last few nights blanketed by the stars, we're magical for her and the prince. Though as the story goes, it was the last shred of happiness for the young couple. Grandmother Amari, the high witch of their clan, had high expectations for the young witch. Plans, that did not include the Prince, that would've been especially ruined if the prince took her away to become a princess in the castle. Though a silver lining appeared that would help Amari's plans along. And so the high witch gathered her kin, and her plot for war went into action.

On the eve before the two lovers were to leave for the castle, Amari had one of the youngest within their clan travel to the cottage where the two were staying. She silently crept in, cloaked within the shadows and darkness of the night. With one clean swipe of her blade, she sliced his throat open, and without anyone noticing, made her way back out. He bled out onto the bed next to his beloved, who never stirred, and never realized his death until the next morning.

It wasn't until many months later did they all realize the young witch was with child and when the news had traveled to the High Witch, it was ordered to discard the baby once it was born. The young witch with fire red hair and green eyes encircled with a gold ring would never know her daughter.

Isabeau continued to meet only betrayal and despair as she grew older unfortunately. Bred into a world of death and darkness, she was raised within the Keep of the Assassin's Guild and was honed into the land's deadliest weapon. She was taught to cast all emotions aside, especially that of love. They told her that love made people weak, love would hold her back, get her killed. And just as they had warned her, love had been her undoing and led her to flee.

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Since her departure of Waeldeshore, much has happened . Her reasons for returning are her own, but she has vowed to make things right.

[User] Regina frowned, hearing Ionathan's call. "Now's not the time for pleasantries!" she called over her shoulder, allowing 4 of her daggers to fall from the loss of concentration. Turning back to the intruder, she pointed one hand at him, 4 more daggers aimed for his shoulders and thighs. She sheathed most of the other daggers, even recalling the ones that had fallen from her, except her 2 longest. With her psionics now focused only on herself, she was able to send out a mental wave to find all the minds around her that weren't shielded. She felt the man's, Genevieve's unconsciousness, Sakaala, Ionathan, and Emil, as well as many maids. She wasn't surprised she couldn't sense Ajax, despite knowing he was there. Looking down, she saw it would take too long for her to get herself across the gap, opting to land beside Sakaala instead. "I think you can handle him better than I can at this point." she said, turning to look at the beast-woman and the large man. "And you two would be better backup than me as well." She walked past them, spinning to face the mage again. With wide eyes, she spun back around, looking down the hall. With a look of confusion, she started walking away from the scene. "Was that..." she began, poking into the maids' minds to try to verify what she saw. "Was that Isabeau?"

[Assistant]
The heave that came with the floor's boards as they groaned, ached and soon enough splintered into a gaping divide was more than enough to spur the lightning fast reactions of the enchanted leonine monster; yet for as much as she moved, the hurricane wind carried her even more distant. In truth, were it not for the agility of her own feet and the magi's grand manipulation of elemental air, she would have gone further - much further at that. She leaned into it with the force of a beast as grand as she was - both woman and lioness - yet it still pushed her to the wall.

There had been no time to think, not yet at least, for as she peered from behind her shoulder and arm once more, swinging the sword to the ready in a graceful pose before her in a double arc, she noted the figure across the room who vanished behind a collapse of stone and wood, trailed by golden finery, bottles of aged wine, and royal cloths. It was only with the perceived slowness of time that came with her magic that she was able to stare as she did at him - the dust and clutter filling the air rapidly.

Her scarred face and tattered jowl proved emotionless and cold as she simply embraced the situation at hand.

She was deprived her prey, the entirety of the center of an upper floor having nearly consumed him but now instead having concealed his escape, but it was deeper still than just that. Men sent upon a mission to kill do not stay their blades without reason, and as the last bits of the collapsed portion of the manor met the pile before the cadre of mercenary adventurer, knights and psion, she remained idle before calmly sheathing her sword once more across her muscular, armored back. The blade's whispering song silencing as it hung upon her without any material scabbard, the old Huntress debated what just transpired internally; she knew he would remember the expression she provided him before and now.

Perhaps if she were anyone else she would doubt that her enemy attempted to save her life, but Sakaala was distrusting of all mortals... at least at first.

"This is the Waeldershorian guard! Cease hostilities! We can talk about this like honest gentlemen! I'm going to start pushing away this rubble, do not be alarmed."

Turning to look over her dust coated shoulder, some motes of which then fell from her, a set of daggers hurled themselves upon the debris where the man had been not even a second before - both Hills and Sir Hepburnberg having assaulted the room, blades and blunt at the ready.

"I think you can handle him better than I can at this point."

"As much as I would like to stay and speak or test one particular wizard's mettle, this place is soon to fall upon us." Sakaala began, hurrying at what she considered a short few steps to the edge of the room and before a window with unnatural grace, "Get your things and I will get the woman - we are to be leaving."

Each step and slight bound or motion over the stone scattered loose, of which had sprawled out toward the edge of the room, provided her little issue, and the most motion that seemed to come with her was what had been the cloak she shrouded herself in; the rest of her lean, athletic form moved in a graceful blur. Looking back to the two men as she wrenched the metal and glass open through muscle alone, she sent shards cascading outside into the muddy soil and rain.

"A hunt is no good if the hunters are dead."

@Belwicket@IcePezz@Jon Y@vietmyke@Zero Hex

[User]
Isabeau kept in the shadows, positioning herself in such a way that she can still keep an eye on the happenings, just in case anything got out of hand. It was more important to keep the Magi in her sights than anyone else. And while she had lost him for a moment as he made an escape into Genevieve's room, she wasn't overly concerned. Conversation typically meant that blood would be slow to spill. And gauging the others, they would fight if need be, but it didn't seem to be their first choice considering all things.

She had managed to keep a calm head about her, focused and hidden. However, her concentration was broken when a large mass came crashing through in the bedroom. She didn't think they would battle here, not with the house mounting its own attack on the living within it. Had the old hag summoned forth one of her monstrosities to kill them all?! The break in concentration would've allowed Regina to sense her. The house nearly collapsing on them all didn't quite help. She knew Regina had sensed her though, she could feel her mind prodding through.

There is no time for this, goddammit!, she muttered quietly, finally moving from her spot. It was just a few paces to the doorway, she just needed to get into the room. She loosed a breath, and then she was off. Weaving herself in and out of this realm and the realm of shadows, treading as light as she possibly could. Traveling through the shadow realm was dangerous enough. It was becoming like a constant game of tug-o-war. She couldn't quite tell which side was winning, and the damage it was doing to her would soon become irreparable. On a simpler note, if her bursts weren't short enough, she could lose sight of where she was going, and end up colliding with objects or people.

The room was in shambles, planks of wood shot up towards the ceiling, tearing through glittering shades of gold and rose cloth. Genevieve lay limp on the floor, a mop of grey hair covered her face and sprawled over her back, lackluster and frazzled. Her body blocked a large wardrobe set at the far end of the bedroom, the one single ornament untouched by this madness.

Returning from the shadows, she somehow bypassed the debris and everyone that trickled into the cramped space. She nearly walked right into the Magi. Fortunately for her, as the cottage continued in its attempt to swallow them all, a violent quake sent her crashing backwards to the floor, right on her rump. She scrambled, looking to find anything to hold on to. Glancing up to look at the Magi, she realized there was something else ... Someone else. Ajax had been the loud crash, having broken trough a wall? A door! A secret passageway! The edge of her mouth curved slightly and she stifled a laugh. She shouldn't have been all that surprised, but she was, and perhaps a bit relieved to see him.

"We have to get out of here, now! This house is going to come down on us at any moment." she muttered. Her lips moved, but her voice was barely audible.


[System]
Age:
 20

Ethnicity:
 Nativie American.

Height:
 6' even

Weight:
 140Ib

Family:
 Tacanipiluta / Red Tomahawk (father)
 Kimimela/ Butterfly (mother)
 Ojinjintka / Wild Rose (little sister)
 Tatonga / Large Deer (younger brother and the youngest family member)

Skills:
 A skilled hunter and warrior of his tribe who is open to interacting with the White Man but is still very suspicious of them.

[User]
Amelia pressed a hand to her heart and let out a breathless laugh. "Oh stars on high!" She exclaimed in relief, "I thought you were a cougar or frightening beast!" Her observation skills out in the plains were probably not what they should be. But then again she was close to home. Didn't everyone let down their guard some when they were close to home?

She smiled warmly and set her gather of flowers to the side. Examining the native that had come to water his horse, like many did during the trading season, she wondered just what the tribes fed their men to make them get as tall as this one. He was a sight that would make even a grown man faint. Tall and broad-shouldered, his skin was bronzed by the sun and his eyes were as deep shadows. Long straight hair let to fall about loosely around his shoulders and arms, he was worlds different than any man of Rolling Hills.

While most men were built like stout strong barns, this man had the appearance of both power and agility. Someone who could leap onto a bare-back horse with ease and grace. Grace was most certainly not a word she would use to describe Zachary... But the difference between the two men was as different as water and fire.

She pushed a stray strand of curling copper hair behind her ear and picked up the rations she had taken from the pantry that morning. With a breezy smile, she patted the basket and gestured to him from across the pond. "You came into town to trade, right? Is there any meat I can barter from you?"

[Assistant]
Most white people would argue that he was a frightening beast, and that he was ten times worse than meeting a cougar. She simply laughed and waved it off. Attacking Hawk didn't move any closer to the water, let alone around the pond. Instead he stood there between his two horses and let them have their fill. He was just about to pick up the reins and move on when the white woman spoke to him again, this time inquiring about trade.

Attacking Hawk turned to look at her. As far as he knew white women usually didn't have anything to do with trading or any sort of business at all, and he wasn't certain exactly how much he could trust her. Nor did he know what she had to give in return, but that was easily rectifiable.

"Medicine. Have white medicine? Trade medicine." He spoke a bit slowly to make sure that he pronounced the words correctly. Roaring Thunder Bird was the expert on the white man's language, not Attacking Hawk.

He prayed to the spirits that the White Man's medicine would help his sister.

[User]
Whether is was because she had been sheltered by her mother or because she had known her father to be friendly towards the Indians, Amelia was friendly with this one. But if she weren't would she really find what she was looking for? The likelihood of this brave having what she was looking for was slim, but you never knew until you tried, right? And it was important to find it.

After her father's death, it had been Amelia who had taken up the trading. She didn't know much of the tribal languages, but she did know some of the sign language. Other than that, she usually assumed the natives who wished to trade would now some English. And usually that assumption was right. Usually. Just like how she knew that the pond was a well traveled watering spot for those who passed through.

He was calm and stoic to her, like most natives around white people. Well, tag was alright. She didn't need friendly conversation from him, just to look at whatever he was going to trade before he got to the trading post. But when he asked if she had any medicine, she got a bit confused.

"Medicine? What kind of medicine?" She asked from across the pond. Her voice carried on the wind, bouncing off the glass-like water. The air still had the cool grey-blue mist of morning in it. The sky was only lit by the teasing tendril of the rising sun. Once that ball of fire broke over the horizon, the sky would ignite into a burst of warm colors to soak the land in it's golden blush.

[Assistant]
Now how could he explain things properly in a language that he didn't know all that well? It took a moment to sit down on the edge of the water of the pond, letting the two horses wander off to graze nearby, but Attacking Hawk waited for longer as he carefully chose words from his limited repertoire. Only when he was certain that he had chosent he best ones did he actually speak to answer her question.

"Medince for much-" he mimicked coughing. Then he put a hand on his forehead like a mother usually did when checking the temperature. "Hurts much." He tapped his nose. "Full. No air." And finally he touched his throat. "Hurts much, no speak. Long sick. Is White Man sick. Understand?"

He wondered how she could help him out at all. She wasn't an official trader in Rolling Hills, and he didn't see any special medicine with her. The shaman had tried all known cures that he knew to help Wild Rose, and it hadn't worked. This was one of the diseases that the whites had brought with them so they should have the medicine necessary.

"Have white medicine?" Attacking Hawk asked once more.

[User]
Amelia waited patiently for him to speak. She set the basket on her hip, and took in the sight of him. Truthfully she should be anxious, because with the rising sun, her mother would rise as well, and the social queen of their small town did not look kindly on Indians. It wasn't that she hated them, more like she felt very uncomfortable around them and saw them as she saw beggars. A terribly small-mind way of seeing the view, when the nanny that had raised Amelia and Heather had been half-native. But there wasn't much anyone could do to change that woman's point of view on anything. Even her father had hardly any power to sway his wife, when he had been alive.

But that was why she had picked the flowers. Talking to Native American braves before the sun rose was not a decent pass time, no, but picking wild flowers was. And it seemed as though Amelia would have to convince this brave to come back to the house somehow. She had brought food and bread, even a can of peaches, but not medicine.

Though from the sounds of it, his ill kin had Summer's End Sickness, or a 'cold' as many called it now. Something common among the settlers, but apparently not among the natives. The most one could do was keep the sick warm, comfortable and make sure they stayed well fed.

But then again it could also be scarlet fever or smallpox and she just wasn't able to understand. And for these two things there was little even a knowledgeable doctor could do. So perhaps she could give him some small medicine... Something her grandmother used to concoct to help invigorate the body, so it would be stronger to rid itself of illness. The tincture contained a good portion of clear alcohol made from potatoes mixed with elderberries, nettles, fennel, ginger, yellowroot, echinacea, Oregon grape root, holy basil, yarrow, cleavers, mint, rosemary, and sage.

It taste awful, but if taken before the sickness could take firm root in the body, it helped the body grow strong enough to defeat most illness. It wasn't any cure to serious disease, but it was a fighting chance.

Amelia signed to him, asking him if he would wait for a moment. She set her basket down and ran back towards the house. The sun was peeking over the horizon a bit more, birds now starting the exercises for their songs of the day. Slipping into the kitchen's pantry, she grabbed up the dusty jar of tonic and raced right back to where the Indian hopefully waited.

Finding him still there, she held up her prize with a smile. 'This is good medicine,' she signed, 'Wise woman of mother made. Trade with you. Trade for spinning sky wheel.' No that last part was all wrong.

"An engraved compass," she said out loud, eyes warily hopeful, "Do you have an engraved compass? It belonged to my father. It has his name on it."

[Assistant]
He watched her carefully. For a moment he wondered if he should tell her again, try to use a bit different words than before in hopes of being understood better. It wasn't the first time he had gotten something wrong, and it wouldn't be the first time a white person didn't understand. Or pretended not to understand what he was saying. Attacking Hawk didn't think that this woman was of the latter, though, her entire spirit shone bright and honest even in the short time they had been in each others presence.

When she used his sign language to ask him to wait, Attacking Hawk couldn't help but be surprised. Not many bothered to learn the language of the people, and even fewer bothered to learn the sign language. It made him wonder exactly where she had been taught how to do that, and by whom.

It was a thought that entertained him in the time he waited. A soft breeze teased at his hair and the grass and wheat, causing small ripples on the water of the pond. The world was waking up properly. Birds were starting to sing and greet the day, and even the two horses seemed to perk up a little bit as the sun made the thin mist disappear. A squirrel ran across a branch above him, and Attacking Hawk watched as it skipped nad hopped its way across three trees before it disappeared too deep amongst the trees for him to see.

It was at this point that the soft rustle of clothing and tall stalks of wheat alerted him, and he looked up. The white woman was coming back, and she was carrying something. Attacking Hawk frowned and stared at her. Had he understood her correctly? A sky wheel? Obviously he wasn't the only one who had trouble being understood in a different language.

"Understood 'father'." He pointed to himself. He knew what father meant, but he had no idea about any sky wheel. "Com-pass? En-gra-ved com-pass. What is en-gra-ved com-pass?"

[User]
Amelia smiled, the jar held up in her hand. He watched her with deep dark eyes that did even hint at how he was feeling or what he thought of this entire situation. The cool morning wind blew through the fields, sweeping his long dark hair over his chest. She tired very hard not to stare. It was just that he was very much unlike anyone she knew. So exactly how did someone know where to start when it came to impressions of someone else who was completely foreign to them?

Well, perhaps not completely foreign. Her nanny had been half-Lakota, so that was a start. And she had often watched her father trade and speak with his Native American companions, so there was more foundation for her to start with. And of course she had seen many tribal parties go through their small town. They'd often stop to water their horses here and even trade for food if they needed or wanted to.

So with her small foundation of knowledge, she could build her opinion of him slowly. He didn't show much emotion outwardly, like many tribe men, but he had traveled into this area to get medicine for someone he knew. This showed he had kindness in him. And he was patient. Patient enough to wait for her to run all the way to her house and back. These were all good things.

And with her small observations of Indian men as far as appearance went... He wasn't bad looking at all. Tall, dark, mysterious handsome... Heather would have called him all these things without hesitation. Amelia was a bit more reserved when it came to this though. She was rather reserved around all men. With her experience, they could be overbearing and jump to conclusions that were less than comfortable. So she kept her own council. Her mother always had approved, though Amelia had the sneaking suspicion that Lady Shirewood desired her eldest daughter to be more proactive about finding a suitor to make her a wife.

Blinking such uneasiness away, she smiled even though he frowned. She turned a bit red at her own stumbled explanation of her father's compass. Well, at least he knew that what she was looking for belonged to her father. That was a good start. Now, how to explain a compass...

"Oh, well, it's a..." she forgot herself and returned to sign language, since it was probably a bit easier for him. It was hard enough telling him about a foreign object, but in a different language too? That was just asking for miscommunication.

'It is round and fits in the palm,' she signed, setting the jar in her basket so she could open her palm and draw a circle on it.

'It is harder than stone,' she signed, then added in her own language, "Metal that shines like silver."

'It forever points in on direction,' she added on in English, just in case, "It's always pointing North. Like the handle of the Little Dipper constellation always points to the North Star."

'There are white man words written into its back,' her signing got a bit odd towards the end, but she turned over her hand, drew a circle on it then patted the back. "It has words written into the metal. That is what 'engraved' means."

"We call it a 'compass'," she explained, "It helps you find your way when you're lost. I am looking for the one that belonged to my father. It was stolen when-" she stopped short, her smile faltering. "...when he died," Amelia finished a bit quietly.

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A round arrow that points north with white man words on one side. It sounded utterly ridiculous. If she wanted to find north all she had to do was look around her rather than at a metal rock in her hands. But the white man had always been so very odd in their ways. It wasn't his place to comment on it, especially not to a white woman with whom he hoped to trade. His sister's health depended on it, and Attacking Hawk had no intention of failing.

So he tried to think of anything that remotely looked or sounded like what she was signing and saying to him, and in the end he had to give up. Half of the reason, he suspected, was because he didn't truly understand what she was trying to describe. He couldn't even envision what she was trying to describe.

"Not know." He shook his head, hair falling over his shoulder with the movement. "Not understand. Roaring Thunder Bird knows. I ask. Yes?"

Was that acceptable trade for her? Would she accept that for the medicine, or would she keep the medicine until Attacking Hawk came with the desired item or Roaring Thunder Bird who would understand her better? He was certainly hoping for the former but, knowing whites, the latter was more likely.


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Age: 17

Ability: Flow walking. It's an ability from Star Wars (RIP extended universe books) that allows the user to see, but RARELY influence (only with spoken words and very exhaustive concentration, never physical action) past events that occurred within a short timeframe (I'll leave how long the viewable timeframe can be up to the GM since I'm basically an RP noob again). Also, even if Lin successfully manages to make her voice heard in past events, she cannot directly alter her own timeline.

Appearance:

Strength:  Hand-to-hand combat. She's a scrappy fighter who can hold her own in fisticuffs (or footicuffs if that's a thing). She's also extremely loyal and overly protective to the point of physical violence, which can often be looked as both a weakness and a strength.

Weakness:  Motion sickness on almost all forms of travel. (Yeah, yeah, Natsu Dragneel....blah blah blah) She also has to be within a certain radius of where she wants to flow walk. For example, she can't flow walk as a form of mind travel or whatever (that'd just be weird and OP).

Bio: Lin's parents died in a fiery conflagration when their private jet crashed somewhere in a far off ocean. Lin was orphaned at the age of three. As a result of this tragedy, Lin spent the rest of her childhood either in an orphanage or bouncing from foster home to foster home. Her parents had been cocky and never gotten around to writing a will or giving young Lin a trust fund, for they were rich stockbrokers.

So she basically grew up always wishing she could go back in time and bring her parents back. It took a long time, but on her seventeenth birthday, Lin's home city had an earthquake, a sinkhole opened up underneath her, and she tumbled into a sewer. Getting up and brushing it off like the tough as nails young lady she was and is, Lin Yang continued forward, bravely exploring the sewer system for a way out. Either fortunately or not so fortunately, she instead happened upon some toxic radioactive sludge dumped into the sewer by heavens-know-who and, after tripping on a large rat and falling facefirst into the stuff, she gained her power.

Upon emerging from the sewers, Lin saw that she was surrounded by old-timey automobiles and people in strange, very old-fashioned clothes. It turned out that she had flow walked back into the 1950s! Elated, Miss Yang experimented with this ability to no end, but found much to her dismay, that no matter how hard she focused, she couldn't bring her parents back. Ever since she snapped out of that initial burst, she has only been able to achieve very small flow walks of up to an hour in length.

Pretty soon, news stories started cropping up about more teenagers like herself developing essentially superpowers. While her own power was a carefully kept secret, Lin decided it couldn't hurt to apply for the school since she had nowhere else to go. In short, Lin has a fierce personality and can go between very mature and all jokes - of the practical or pun variety - at the drop of a hat. She is currently en route to the academy as a cargo ship stowaway and feeling very VERY apprehensive about it since she gets motion sickness from the PTSD of hearing how her parents died.

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Cecilia nodded silently during Neric's explanation, her mouth full at the time, but she reckoned that she'd keep quiet regardless. She'd just as easily assume a Void would rely on what their partner takes in as nourishment, but it seemed that their diets were as considerably varied as their appetites were massive. It made sense when she considered all the amazing things they can do. Her curiosity satiated and then some, she gladly watched the shrouded monkey go for seconds. It was nice that Neric wasn't adverse to simple questions like hers, but she felt the need to quit while she was ahead. Besides, she didn't want to possibly spoil his breakfast with too many inquiries.

Giggling more than a little after Jame's comment about Neric's appetite, she was caught with a slice of canadian bacon in her mouth and held her left hand over her mouth until she swallowed. From the sounds of things, it was likely very hard at times for the two of them to make it on their own, Neric's reference to the power lines reinforcing this point. But she took encouragement that after all the trouble they may have gotten themselves into, they can still enjoy themselves like this. "Well I'm glad to hear it. This has been a great morning for me," she said sprightly. "Honestly, that was probably one of the best night's sleep I've had in a while."

It was at this time that Cecilia thanked him for last night and looked quietly at his response. He had always seemed more calm and collected than she was the other day. Of course, she may just not have paid close enough attention, more concerned with herself and how she was reacting than his side of things. But seeing him now was a cause for flushed pause, her eyes turning down to her plate before raising affectionately to him. "I... really enjoyed being with you too. You really know how to make someone feel special," she said delicately yet genuinely in return, her face reddening as well. She felt her feelings were a bit more clear, and seeing that James may feel similarly made her really happy, even if she still worried at saying the wrong thing. She was still new to this, after all.

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Lin was mildly surprised to see that Neric had completely ignored her, and gone to wonder off somewhere. It seemed like nearly everyone had tuned her out. Oh no, I seem to have been put on their "ignore" lists like Ivy, she thought morosely. She hadn't thought she was rambling that much. Picking at what remained of her food, she scooted herself down the table closer to the sibling duo. Thankfully Ivy was closer than Kyle, though she had directly picked a verbal fight with the latter. Lin genuinely liked Ivy though and felt oddly protective of the younger girl.

Shaking her mane, she dismissed the feeling as having grown up virtually homeless with no brothers or sisters of her own. Instead, it became easier to listen.

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"Well I'm glad you had a good first night and it's good to hear that you had a good morning so far. My morning is going well too." James would say with a smile, looking at Cecilia as the Void mentioned something about 'since she's here now' as the boy looked to the Void. The little monkey sounding like it's laughing and hopping a bit as James speaks up again. "I also think the new girl was talking to you before Neric, don't know if you knew that or not..."

The little Void scratching his head, confused as he looks to David then at the girl. "She did? I thought after her comments about me and her mostly paying attention to Ivy I didn't think she did. Hmm, I also know the two didn't much attention so I didn't wanna be rude- let me head over and speak with her again. Apoligize for not hearing her words after what I thought was her ignoring me." The Void pushing the plate forward as he jumped off the table, shifting again but this time to a raven as he flew off for the buffey counter.

After Neric left, James sighs softly and shakes his head. "Sometimes doesn't know what to say and what to be quiet about..." Him looking embarassed as he rubs his neck, though he doesn't deny it at all. Him holding the silverware in one hand as his tries to find her empty hand if she does, if not he would place his hand on the bench before speaking. "Well I get the feeling today will be a good day."

Neric would fly over to the counter, around where Ivy, Lin and Kyle were as he looks between them before ruffling his feathers and speaking. "James told me that you spoke to me as I left, if that's true I do apoligize but I thought you were ignoring me and I was trying to introduce myself and trying to be polite." Him looking between them as he sits there, nothing about him moving. Not even to breath, just turning his head here and there to look between them.

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Lin shifted as the black misty form walked? glided? glidewalked toward her. The figure shifted over into what looked like a large crow. It eyed her and spoke an apology. Considering that Lin thought the being was going to somehow either lecture her on manners or possess her, she decided to play along and hope that that wasn't its plan all along.

Nodding slowly, she replied, "It's true that I did mention that finding out about your...kind has shocked me. Do you guys come from, like, another whole planet, or does Hell exist or something? What's this Void business?" She played with a lock of her tangled blonde curls, trying not to look like she was frozen with the total terror she was feeling.

[User] Jack laughed. "And it's all about getting along, being in harmony with one's self, and singing kumbaya around a campfire." He then looked at who seemed to be the counselors. "I think the...energetic girl is one. And possibly that guy?" He said, pointing to Kyle and Ivy. "Anyways, I think that camp will be okay. As long as most of the people leave me alone." He smiled a charming grin at Val. "You're cool though."

[Assistant] Neric would tilt his head a bit from her words, she must have completely ignored him back there. Huffing softly as he shakes his head, fluffing his feathers as he speaks. "I guess you did ignore my words back there, which gives me the feeling you watch too much sci-fi stuff. As I said before... I have no idea what you are talking about. I have no idea what kind of Void you met and have no idea how you even know about us, but please do refrain from that kind of lecturing." The little creature spoke as it watched her, she knows about Void? How much now, he was curious. If she knew about them, maybe she is one which doesn't make him feel good. He and james already have Granger on their tail, they don't need another one. "But really tell me, how do you know about my kind? I'm curious to what you know..."

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Val smiles back, "Thanks you seem cool too." She stands up and stretches. "I think I've been in here too long, the noise is starting to get to me." She laughs and looks around, stopping her gaze at the two campers Jack mentioned earlier. Mostly to the girl with red hair. She shook her head and began to wonder how people can even have that much energy, it tired Val out just thinking about it. The boy on the other hand, seemed cool and collected but also lingered close to the girl. Are they dating? They seem like total opposites.  She thought to herself. Val then realized that she was basically glaring at the two and turned her head away hoping they wouldn't notice and looked back at Jack instead, "I'm gonna step outside for a bit, I need some fresh air."

[Assistant] James did find her empty hand, and Cecilia looked fairly surprised for a second before turning her own hand around to hold his, her thumb lightly kneading the top of his fingers and even the area further down the back. She hoped that between her hand and her warmhearted expression, he would be less inclined to dwell on how flustered she also was. There was little to no doubt she enjoyed this, although James is looking to be the only person that can steal the spotlight away from breakfast for her and if this continues, she may forget that she still had a few more bites left. "Me too..." she spoke softly, immediately thinking she should have breathed in before speaking, so she could have sounded more composed.

[User] He would smile softly, looking at their hands before back at his meal. He wasn't a left handed person, as she can see he is having a bit of trouble with getting anything on the fork he was using. But it looked like he didn't mind one bit, his smile still going as he looked at the food. Looking to Cecilia out of the corner of his eye as he finally gets a bite on his fork. Speaking softly. "Still soft and smooth from last night..." His cheeks slightly red as he takes the bite, closing his eyes and sighing. Enjoying the moment of good food and someone close to him sitting with him for breakfast.

[Assistant] "Th-Thanks..." Cecilia's voice stammered as she imagined the embarrassing face she might have been making. She too resumed eating, having an easier time of it than him while still a little self conscious of how she was eating, careful to do so as competently and as nonchalantly as possible, though with only marginal success. Her smile widened a tad when she thought of perhaps helping James with his food by feeding him herself. But she had the feeling that doing so might be going too far, especially since he didn't seem to mind as far as she could see. "You know... In all that time I spent moving from place to place, I couldn't even keep in touch with any friends I did make... and eventually I couldn't get that close with anyone... And now here I am," she spoke softly before chuckling lightly as she slightly lifted his hand in hers. "And I have you to thank for that, James." She wanted to keep the mood light, yet she was sincere in what she said.

[User] James would put down his fork, smiling softly as he listened to Cecilia. Though he wondered if they would be able to keep in touch once camp was over, if they would hear from eachother again. But that's a long way down the road, still a lot of time before he should really worry about that. Looking at her as he smiles softly. "Well I feel special, that I got to be able to get close." Looking at their hands, it felt nice to him. Rubbing his thumb along the back of her hand before looking to her again. He's done with eating it would seem, just enjoying the moment with her. "But I hope we can keep in touch after the camp gets over..."

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Lin shook her head. "No, I was asking you, hon. I'm a babe in the woods as far as your...species?...is concerned. I only heard your...master?....mention what you are a few minutes ago. To humans, "void" typically sounds really dark, ominous and, well, evil. I was just hoping to ascertain how much you and/or your kind fit...into those three categories." She was picking her words very carefully here, still managing to keep one eye trained on Kyle. It was a bit odd that he hadn't replied to her little tirade, but maybe he was treating it as water under the bridge. Lin suppressed a chuckle at the unintended humor, not wanting Neric to think HE was the one amusing her.

"But yeah," she continued, looking at Neric's avian eye region, "You're the first non-human sentient species I've ever met. I'd like to hear more about you all sometime."