[System]
Age: 46

Gender: Male

Personality: A bitter person who seems to live in memories. Not moving forward, nor unable to think in new terms. In a way he's a person who never grew up. This is not in the terms of not adapting and growing more capable to meet the responsibilities of adult life, although the only thing one could say he's managed in terms of that is to keep to the basic necessity of working to keep himself housed and fed, wasting time in idle entertainment. The sense of growing up is the sense of time passing, of growing and changing, of becoming a different being with the passage of time. A person is not the same person as they were a year ago, and people transform day by day as a result of their experiences and newly changing values and wisdoms. The mind and viewpoint of Krause is stuck in the past, not advancing from the days before his accident. Yet people change because they must as the world changes. A person who holds onto a past that only becomes farther and farther distant from the past is a living ghost, a wraith, a mere shadow of a man. The present is something he lives in, exists in, yet his mind and frame of reference is a distorted view from the past.

In a way the most hopeless of people. Misfortunate but also a victim of their own self. Other paths and potentials wither on the vine, unrecognized by the gardener who could cultivate them. He instead deciding to go through the rites of tending to and honoring a tree that has grounded into rot.

While one might assume that he simply wanted to continue on connected to his dream in some manner he simply picked something that fell within his awareness, his awareness of that which seemed unrelated to his pass dull and almost unnoticeable. It isn't that he decided to go into this sort of work consciously, it was more that it was the only option that seemed to exist in his eyes. Living a shell of a life, keeping to himself and keeping to a formless routine in which the days blur in together. Indeed, it would take an amazing shock, perhaps even bordering on the supernatural to open his eyes to the world once more.

But even then a life built on regret, and the pining of the past cannot suddenly give birth to a man. But perhaps this shade, this past shall find itself staring at the future and present for once.

History: Everything that has occurred in their life up until now, which is worth noting. Nobody is allowed to know about the existence of magic, Naraka, or so on. Also, whether born in it, or having just moved in last week, your character must be in the small, largely suburban town of Riversfield at the start of the roleplay.

A man who wasted away, a sad shell who lives only to be a hollow container for dreams that once were and good times long past. A young boy that was the single child to loving parents, a good home, growing up in a small city in the mid west of the United States.

A talent for athletics, specifically Baseball built him up as a rising star. One whose future looked bright with scholarships and a potential to reach the big leagues. His life proceeded smoothly until a vehicular accident on a family trip shortly after his highschool graduation. Hurting his shoulder, and losing his parents. He found himself plunged into a life with the loss of his dream, set life and support.

Life insurance, the liquidation of assets. He retreated from life and stopped living. Withdrawing he simply didn't die, keeping his body running for as long as he could with his life of solitude. Someone who simply lived in memories, not truly there.

Eventually he became a normal worker, becoming a employee for a company that deals with sportswear for children. Despite finding there to be pain in working with things that reminded him of what he wanted and had he nevertheless found that he had nothing else to go for. For a person like him whose thoughts all centered around the past the idea of going for something brand new and starting all over simply did not come to him. Like a wraith living in the past.

Eventually in the present day he came to Riversfield as part of a business trip, one that is coming to a close as something new comes to force itself on the one who never moved on.

Skills:

Hand-eye coordination (degraded): Once a rising star in the baseball scene, Krauss's ability to react, and coordinate his body with himself and mind is higher than most individuals. Even out of practice this ability that is hardly used in his normal life

Good throwing accuracy and speed (degraded): Intent blends in with ability. While hardly anything that approaches a supernatural ability, the knowledge of his capability and his ability to enact his plans in terms of throwing objects, especially baseballs is definitely that which can be recognized as a skill befitting one that could have reached the realm of a famous pro.

A Fine Knowledge on Bad Alcohol:Depression leads to drinking. Hardly a connoisseur, it's more that one is numb to the taste of alcohol and has built a tolerance that those who drink not for the pleasure of the drink itself, nor socially have.

Education: Nothing beyond a standard highschool education. Many facets were perhaps a bit skimped on, or otherwise degraded overtime however.

-Malus: Old injuries left from the accident leave him easily short of breath, and his chest with aches. Stamina is hardly a strength of Krauss in these days.

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Tahp Gundo

"Slowly but surely, my desire will reign supreme!"

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Witch @FeyBlue

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"The fuck is this goddamned nerd going on about?" is likely what Tahp would have said if he were in a position to have heard Stein. Regrettably, he simply was not. Instead, he had suddenly appeared in front of a familiar apartment, with all the odd things going on right now. The lack of people didn't exactly bother him, but this was not some episode of Jojo! The sky, in his unhealthily strong opinion on the subject, should remain blue. If it wasn't, then those old paintings he painted when he was a kid would not be accurate, and that was unacceptable!

"Welp, I ought to like kill somebody or something. This sky is pissing me off." he nonchalantly voiced aloud, deciding to head towards the town center from his own apartment in District 1.

He recalled two things he should probably do while he made the trip there. One was of course not speak aloud anymore so as to prevent people from getting his location down so quickly. Another was to actually bother with a cautious approach. There was this really shitty game he started playing that had a similar plot to this one (that being to kill everybody else and be the last one left). In it, often he would suffer a terrible fate due to not checking corners and blindly walking into places that could be covered by another competitor. Video games weren't real or anything, sure, but perhaps to his advantage, Tahp was unaware of this so-called "fact". So, he made his way there at a slower pace than normal, but he'll be damned if he would be killed without a fight!

What an odd dude.

Man, I hope nobody dies before I get set up. I wonder... do we return to where we were before Naraka, or do we return to the real world in the same spot when it ends? I can see that becoming a problem for me if I'm not careful. Oh well. At least I have you, Mr. Hat. Give me the strength to face any adversary, or at least make my head hard to distinguish in case somebody just really had the desire to snipe people.

And so the man and his new hat carried on.

[Assistant]
Gin Ichi

Gin silently listened as this "Yama" lady explained the nature of this "Naraka" phenomenon. It all sounded quite grand, and he would never have believed it were he not in this current situation. Looking at his hand, he wondered just how effective his new abilities would be. Yama may have said that they would not work where they were right now, but that certainly did not stop Gin from trying it all the same. He stared at Yama and tried casting it on her, but it naturally had no effect. With that result, Gin decided not to try his luck any further and instead continued to listen.

The rules and rewards of Naraka were certainly troubling, but not surprising given the circumstances. Any one wish could be granted by the winner, yet the cost was the lives of everyone else participating. Gin thought about what his wish would be, and a thought came to mind: the smiling children of the orphanage. That being said, though, Gin had no desire to kill anyone. Save self-defense, he had no desire to even hurt anyone. He already went through some dark times, and he'd rather not go through darker ones. It seemed like he might not get a choice in the matter, however...

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As Yama concluded her explanations and Naraka began, Gin awoke to find himself back at the church, where he had originally fallen asleep. He briefly wondered if what he had gone through was merely a dream, but one look at his clothing, as well as at the nearby window, told him that that had been no dream. Naraka was real; one person was going to die each day. Gin stared at his hand, then concentrated, activating his powers to test them out. A small bit of concentration and time was all it took to use each one, and if his understanding of them were correct, then they were very straightforward as well. There was little training that was needed for him, though he figured he could use some experience in actual battles.

Gin now thought about what his next course of action would be. He had already been seen in his priest robes, so the church would probably not be a safe place for very long. Any competent person would narrow his location down to searching through churches. He needed to find a new place to hide and rest up between Narakas. For now, though, there was no rush. If he was thinking correctly, he'd have some time during the first Naraka as people took the time to figure out their abilities, just as he did. That meant he would need to use his time wisely.

First up was a quick change of clothes. He'd be too inconspicuous if he went out with his priest robes, so he decided to go with some casual wear. A simple pair of jeans and a collared shirt would do the trick. Next would be to secure escape routes and shortcuts. "Let's see if I still remember how to do this..." Gin muttered to himself as he stepped out of the church. It was time to get to work.

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Travel Towards the Church
No Time For Guilt or Sins
He stood there again, back at the park. The bat that he held earlier was now on the ground and he found himself not paying it a second glance as he walked off. He was in a daze, walking without direction. Surprisingly the matter of the powers that the realm let him tap onto, and the notion that he'd have to kill people for survival and the birth of a wish didn't come to mind either. Or rather, its weight did not. He would kill someone, and so his mind thought of that in the context of how to accomplish it. Look for someone, fight someone. Ah, it didn't matter at this point. Was it really worth planning that much when everyone didn't know what the powers of the others could be like? No, it was better to look and find someone and just defeat them before they felt assured of their situation.

The silent city that seemed a model looked down upon by the red sky's uneasiness was broken up by the jogging of a man. Despite his newfound strength he still paced himself, not so confident in his stamina even in Naraka. The sense of the idea that his body was hurt, with the scars refusing his lungs and chest from simply reigniting. His body did not explode into action as he would have otherwise wished, it being more akin to a rusted furnace charred black with a half-sealed pathway of fuel clogged by ash clumps of dust and gunk.

Well, he was sure that the silent city would carry the noise of the soon to come fights far. His best bet was maybe to search in the central district, where people would likely flock to in hopes of being able to either move away or go towards any fights that spark up in the city. A neutral response maybe, cautious enough in a way that someone could hope to be overlooked or swiftly capitalize on an opportunity.

But just doing that seemed like something that would be reliant on blind fortune as to whether luck favored you or not. To someone like him... no, he couldn't rely on fortune and luck, not when everything happened to be taken from him in the past.

He'd make a bolder move, one with purpose and intent. With something as questionable as a battle to the death for survival and desire some would probably go to bury their hesitations and guilt at a church or shrine. He recalled the presence of one when he was out on the town and decided it was a fitting first place to check. Those with doubts and any sentimentality so as to pray for their soul and the souls of their enemies simply were blind, weren't they?

His eyes looked for once towards the future, a future that was simply a light reflected by the past. There was nothing wrong with making a future into the past. The present and its continuation was a nightmare. He'll continue his true life. All it'll take is the death of those others.


[System]
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Description or Image:
Alias/Nick Name: Bob, The Jersey Devil
Background & Reason for Joining: Jacob was just like any other young rich kid who thought they were ten feet tall and bullet proof. Where actions didn't involve consequences, and the whole city was simply a playground. He and his friends would take to the streets daily to skate, or bike, or in Jacob's case, Run all over the city. There were no places safe from Jacob and his friends, and if there was a place they were not supposed to go, they found a way in. They never Stole anything, or hurt anyone, they were simply obnoxious and annoying, and didn't understand the concept of trespassing.

Then one day, a new building was constructed. A big fancy lab of some sort, and it didn't take long for the friends to break in to have a look around. They were creating weapons and things that looked super high tech, but not uniformed like it would be for a military. Jacob was trying on a nifty set of clawed gloves, and spring like boots, and turned to his friends saying, "I'm Catman" when all hell broke loose.

This place didn't play by the rules. There was no, "Freeze.", "You're Under Arrest." Nothin. Two of his friends were shot down in front of him, and none of them made it out that he knows of. Jacob made it out doing what he did best. Running and jumping, and with the gloves and boots, there was nothing to slow him down.

He had hoped to go home and report to his rich dad about what he had found, but when he got there, he found the people from the lab already there. His family, and everything he knew was dead. He quickly withdrew all the money he had access to, and left behind the name of Jacob Richman. Running to Hero City he fell into deep depression and spent most of his nights drinking and practicing his parkour throughout the city with a mask to hide his identity. It was on one of these nightly excursions that he noticed a new building being built. A new lab. Rage replaced depression, and he decided he should do something about it. He stumbled across an odd blog while trying to get a clue as to where he should even start, and figured it was as good a places as any. Champs huh?

Personality: On his good days, Bob is an overly friendly socialite, especially if he's too drunk or distracted to remember his past at the time. He truly seems like a guy with no care in the world, and will give out money and gifts to anyone he meets. He was that guy all the time once, but now, there is a seriousness, and haunting glint behind his eyes, and a bitterness towards the world under his tongue. He can still come across as cocky though.

Powers & Weaknesses:
Parkour Expert, very efficient with other X-Game equipment but specializes in the Parkour.
Jump boots: the boots read the pressure and force of the wearer, then channels extra force back down, causing a bounce effect. The more pressure applied, the more let off, while also buffering the impact from the wearer, allowing them to land on their feet without shattering their legs.
Claws: retractable claw inside gloves that are reinforced with the same insulation as the boots to accommodate impact. While considerable weapons, The Jersey Devil uses them to help him climb, and steer his running.
Mask: and old gas mask modified to have headphones, and protect his eyes and lungs from smoke.

weaknesses:
-slight obsession with revenge against the labs.
-tendency to take too big of risks.
-Still being hunted by the labs for their stolen tech.

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That was his que, it seemed. With one final breath, Bob kicked off the top of the shaft, bursting through the vent into the VIP room. He tried to keep a mind on where everyone was, but he was not used to working in tight spaces. So a lot of what happened came across more like someone chunking a super ball in an elevator.

Swinging out of the shaft, he would aim both feet at the Facades back, hoping to slam him down, while pushing back off him into a backflip and using his hand springs to shove him feet first at one of the goons with a gun. He wanted to take those out quickly. The spring off that goon, or the wall behind him, was meant to drive him palms first into the big bad guy himself. His trajectories planned, he tried to keep the case with the dust in sight, hoping his bouncing around would bring him close enough to snag it or kick it out of reach. He went from Jersey Devil, to Cat man, to Racket Ball in a single evening. A new record.

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Slimy. It was the only word Link could think to describe the tactile resonance of his middle finger at the moment. He hurriedly wiped it dry on his jeans before taking in the sight of the aggressively approaching Muscle Squad.

Weapons, he thought as he analyzed their bludgeoning instruments from a distance. His hands curled into fists once more, all except for his middle fingers which quickly grew in size, weight and thickness becoming comparable in proportion to the clubs welded by the bouncers.

While he wanted nothing more than to fearlessly stare down his pursuers as they approached, he forced himself to break his gaze and look toward Talia, if only to assess her situation in that moment. She seemed aware of the imminent danger.

"Maybe we both dance this time," he loudly suggested with a crooked grin before turning back to the bouncers. "The thing is, I only know how to dance one way: Swing Dancing." His grin grew wider as he lifted his finger-bats in the air. "...cuz I'm about to swing these things..." he continued, the confidence quickly vanishing from his voice. "...at their faces. It's sort of a double entandr- you know what, forget it. Let's fuck these guys up!"

[User] Talia indeed noticed the danger that her partner, Link was in... seizing the moment of the brief disruption he had now afforded her, she leaped lithely to land next to the bag she had also shrugged to the floor with her jacket before her dance, and quickly pulled out the ribbons from within, though no one would think they were any sort of weapon. She considered for a moment that her pathway to the VIP area where Bob was, now was clear but she could and would never leave a teammate to deal with danger alone when she knew about it. Deciding this was the better course of action for a new heroine in training, she danced her way towards the bouncers, ribbons whipping in snake-like fashion around and above her as she twirled them ever faster and faster. She unleashed them, once near enough to the two bouncers, to coil expertly and neatly around the baton and tonfa and to slip them instantly from their tight grips. She will have done this so quickly and with such a flow of energies and movement that they would not notice her and then she will return to sliding back amongst the crowd, continuing her beautiful and graceful dance once more as though nothing had happened.

[Assistant]
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So Far, So Good.

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@myinneroblivion @ShadowsofNight

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Manny did his best to check on the vitals of the fallen bouncer...but he was a college drop-out not a medical expert! He poked and prodded the prone form of the seemingly dead man and the lack of reaction raised his anxiety each passing second. He'd just told his companions that he strictly followed a no kill rule earlier this day. He seemed like a hypocrite now. He can already imagine the disappointment! His mother and father were right, he was not hero material!

Just as the dread set in, the bouncer finally began breathing. Unconscious, without a doubt, but still breathing. "Oh my God. Thank you Jesus." The moment of relief was cut short by the sound of conflict from the open roof access. He surmised that the others had gotten into position and were already launching the attack. He'd nod his head to pump himself up and looked to the ventilation shaft Bob entered the nightclub with and was ready to jump headlong into the darkness. Unfortunately a rather large spider made itself known and forced the hero to use the more direct approach of the roof access.

Bob's surprise attack was successful, Bucur, Façade, and the goons were caught unaware as the blur of a man slammed into them like a human-sized pin ball. Façade's seat was crushed underneath the force and combined weight of the two, leaving the shapeshifting villain to writhe on the floor in pain while cradling his sides. The goon with the gun clutched his crotch as the Jersey Devil's amplified kick ensured that even his great grand children could have felt the kick. Bucur however was another matter, after getting a face full of augmented palm strikes, the large man simply spat out a tooth and grabbed the Jersey Devil by the left forearm. "My turn." Bucur then threw the hero clean across the room, over the drugged out party goers, and into the door leading to the stairs to the roof access. "Another wannabe hero trying to make a name for himself by trying to take big bad me down." Bucur paused as one of his available goons offered him a handkerchief to wipe away the blood dripping from his mouth. "Well. You should haven't gone alone little man."

"Who said he was alone!" A voice answered back as the door Bob crashed into was pulled open by none other than the Grey Gadgeteer himself. As brave as he sounded, Bob could see that the sight of so many enemies caused Manny's knees to tremble.

Down in the dance floor...

The chaos in the VIP area was largely ignored by the blaring electronic music and the dancing bodies of the club goers. Just as the bouncers got close enough to Link and Talia's location, a ribbon from the crowd snagged the weapons out of the hands of the bouncers. Confused they look around for the source of the ribbons but the crowd of dancing people and the swiftness of the disarming caused them to quickly give up and going towards Link; unarmed but undeterred. They approach Link and prepare to tussle with the man and his engorged fingers. The first bouncer throws a straight at Link while the second goes for a grapple. Link only had time to dodge one or the other...unless, that is, if Talia did something to intercept one of the attacks but also risking getting caught up in the melee.

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Talia had kept her keen eyesight on Link and his predicament even though she had gone back to twirling and dancing, doing her best to keep up the distraction for as long as possible. But now, her teammate was still being stalked by the two men and if she didn't do something and fast, he might end up getting attacked! She danced and twirled her way quickly back within striking distance and struck out again with both of her ribbons, this time allowing the metal-tipped ends to coil around both wrists of the man that was aiming a punch straight at Link.

The bouncer would feel the silken, cool touch of the ribbons at first but then it would instantly become confusing pain as he becomes aware of something slicing their way through the tendons at the top parts of both wrists. Talia had carefully selected and aimed at her target area, avoiding the risk of accidentally cutting through any major arteries that would cause someone to bleed out if the flow was not staunched. She was not to kill, only... deter... Possibly maim... Using the Chi energy and momentum fueling her moves, she pulled back hard with the ribbons still wound tightly into the bouncer's arms, planning for him to be yanked away from Link but still able to land at a distance from her. If all went according to plan, she'd "call" err... guide her ribbons to release the target and return to her, prepared for the next strike.

[Assistant]
The Jersey Devil looked up at the Gadgeteer with his big blank goggle eyes, that covered up the surprised look in the human face below. *He's more tough and strong than human. He's a super. I'd start out of reach if you can.* Bob's voice would mumble through the communicator to Manny. Without needing to look, Bob reaches down to his bag and taps the skip button on his music player. Faintly, in the background of the communicator, 'Shut me Up' by Mindless Self Indulgence begins to play as Bob speaks to the group. "This is the dream, Boys... and ma'am. These are some bad men, and we're the good guys. Lets show em we're tired of their shit in our city."

Kicking his legs up over him in a roll, his plants his feet on the stairs the Grey Gadgeteer just came off of, and kicked off of it as hard as he could. With the full recoil off his boots would shoot him back into the room like a cannon ball. This time, however, he was aiming for the briefcase. As soon as his claws latched onto it, he would smack the floor with his other hand, changing his trajectory to a higher wall where he would imbed his claws in order to stick to the wall. Keeping his feet under him, prepared to kick off in a different direction if attacked, he clipped the briefcase to one of the carabineers on his suit.


[System]
Age: 16

Appearance: Image, description, or both:

Attire:
Usually wears jeans, tight v-neck short sleeve shirts and low Adidas shoes. Often can be seen wearing a varsity jacket of Brewster High.

Grade:
14/15- Freshman
15/16: Sophomore
16/17: Junior
17/18: Senior
Schedule:
1st: Contemporary US studies
2nd: Algebra II
Homeroom
3rd: Chemistry
4th: Art
Lunch
5th: Gym
6th: Spanish
7th: English
8th: Varsity Football
Bio:
Bradley is a local brought up in a home of two loving parents and an older brother. His mother Melissa works as a nurse at the local health clinic. His father Sean, a local football legend during his high school days who's career was cut short after a back injury, now owns a small hardware store. His abruptly ended career and bitterness that followed made him push Bradley to his limits which put a significant strain on the boy. Brad, unlike his older brother Michael, had shown some of his father's talent did not go to waste which made his old man push him even further, aiming to send his son to the NFL - a personal goal of his from the old days. However, his father's obsession with athleticism rubbed off too strongly on his son who believed it is the only thing he should focus on, making him almost completely disregard his education, averaging at C- in his Sophomore year. His brother, although a douche like his younger sibling, is currently attending college in South Carolina.

Bradley's fanatical love for sports and a head injury here and there made him somewhat of a meat head, although he's not a complete imbecile. Though he may not be very interested in schooling he's very familiar with partying, underage drinking and smashing mailboxes while intoxicated. His friends describe him as the kind of guy that is the soul of every party - a loud, funny, sometimes obnoxiously drunk and rude, yet stupidly charming (usually with ulterior and non-chivalrous motives) young man. His best friends are two jocks he grew up with, Matthew Reed and Tyler Burke.

[User]
As the sunlight protruded through the curtains and crawled up to Brad's bed, the young man was still sound asleep. He partied the night before in total disregard for the first day of school, celebrating the last day of summer with his best friends. The room was fuggy and reeking of alcohol. The smelly socks and sweaty t-shirts lying around the room and a half eaten pizza from last week didn't help either.

Surely enough, he even forgot to set the alarm. Luckily, his mother knows her Brad's bad habits and decided to wake him up personally. The stumping of her feet as she climbed the stairs to Brad's room jerked the boy out of sleep as a reaction to an uneasy feeling whenever he hears someone coming over. He didn't quite get up, though, he waited with his bleary eyes for his mother to enter the room and tell him to get up instead, as if the extra few seconds actually matter.
The doors shrieked open as a woman in her mid forties entered it with caution and to her surprise almost immediately covered her nose with her hand to tone down the stench: "Christ, Brad. Get up. You'll be late for school."
"I'm up, ma."- said the boy from under the cover in slow-motion, almost as if he was sedated.
"Now."- the irritated mother responded as she turned around to leave before diverting her head back again in disgust: "And for God's sake, clean up a bit".

It took him about 10 minutes rolling in bed before finally creeping out and slowly making his way to the closet to pick out something to wear, before going for a shower. The cold water in a warm summer morning felt like a good idea. In fact, it felt so good it took him another twenty minutes just to get out and dry off before dressing. As he made his way down the stairs to get something to eat, he found his parents sitting and drinking coffee by the dinner table, his father reading newspapers while his mother cleaning up after the two in a rush.

"Oh shoot, can I have some cereal?"- he asked politely, realizing he's late for breakfast.
"I told you to get down like half an hour ago."- his mother snapped back in annoyance -"If you want to eat something make it yourself. I'm late for work, and I suggest you hurry up because your school starts in less than twenty minutes".
At this point Brad glanced over the clock that was hanging off the wall in their dining room, realizing he's in a bad spot "Ohhh crap crap crap!", he repeated as he rushed over to the cupboards to take out the cereals and then stepped over by the fridge to take out the milk. He quickly poured the two in a bowl while continuously looking back at the clock. This chaotic behavior was observed by his father who was calmly slurping his last drops of coffee: "You might wanna pack some books while you're at it".
Young man instantly squirted the milk back into the bowl to his father's disgust as he suddenly understood he forgot to pack his backpack. He quickly spilled the bowl in the sink and rushed back up to his room to get his things ready. Okay, okay. Calm down. It's your school, bro. What could happen? You're never late. Classes are just early. -he encouraged himself as he rushed back down with the backpack hanging off from his right shoulder and stormed through the front door while casually raising his right arm to say bye to his dad.

As he got out he checked his wrist watch that now said he had only 10 minutes left to get to class. Alright. No problem. I just gotta drive a bit faster. I can totally pull this off. -he thought as he sat down in his '68 Camaro and took off in a rush.

[Assistant]
Briar was dying. She was sure of it.

That could be the only explanation to what felt like a power drill making several hundred holes in her skull while her brain was being trampled upon by a herd of elephants. She attempted to open her eyes, which took a lot more effort than she'd remembered, and immediately found that an extremely bright light kept her from being successful in her endeavor. Was she in heaven? That couldn't be. She was pretty sure if there was an afterlife, she already had a throne set up for her in hell.

"Hey," a booming voice pierced her eardrums next, "wake up. Your sister is here."

Oh. She was definitely in hell. Briar groaned, which only proved to make her headache worse, but she forced her eyes open. She stretched her limbs and allowed her eyes to focus on the room again, thankful that the light had been turned off. As the burning of her eyelids lessened, memories from the night prior began to rise up to the forefront of her mind again.

"You were pretty smashed last night, bro."

Briar waved her hand dismissively at Hans, a heavily-muscled brute that Briar discovered really had a heart of gold. He'd been her right-hand man since she entered high school. Briar turned to the bedside table and grabbed the glass of water set there. After she took it along with some advil, she extended her hand for Hans to help her up. The 'last-day-of-vacation' party the night before had been particularly wild, and Briar understood why. Most of the people there were seniors, and they hadn't seemed prepared to handle a world outside of their high school kingdom.

"You're going to be late."

Briar shrugged as she entered Hans' bathroom. "Don't really care," she replied, which got her a light-hearted chuckle from Hans.

Briar showered and got her things ready, which didn't really take more than half an hour. She donned her usual attire - a band shirt and ripped jeans paired with her converse - and put on a pair of sunglasses. She walked out of Hans' apartment, with the man handing her a stick of cigarette on her way out, and entered her sister's car, ignoring Aster's stern glare. She rolled down the window and lit the cigarette, much to Aster's dismay, and watched as the scenery passed them by.

The car soon came to a halt outside the high school's gate. "Make this year different, Briar," Aster pleaded with her.

Briar scoffed and took a final drag of her cigarette as she got out. "Gotcha, Herr Fuhrer." She added a salute to that before turning on her heel and walking away from her sister. She flicked the cigarette in the direction of a random freshman, and made her way inside. She looked for her locker, knowing that with the administration's hate for her, it'd probably be placed near the bathrooms or the AV club room. To her surprise, her locker was placed along with the other juniors' lockers and she grinned. She stepped beside another junior - Isabella or whatever, Briar didn't really remember. She seemed to be having a bit of trouble opening up her locker, and the noise was making Briar's headache act up again. "Here," she offered, not waiting for a reply before she hit the edge of Isabella's locker with her fist. When she saw that it opened, she moved to open her locker with ease.

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A siren echoed through the whole house, louder and louder. Wyatt slowly opened his eyes, "Silver" he said quietly. A another voice spoke, but it wasn't that of a humans, it sounded more like a robot... "Yes Master?" it said. Wyatt sat up on his bed, "Alarm off, please" and just like that the siren stopped. Wyatt got up and sluggishly walked to the shower, "Shall I have breakfast ready master? Toast?" it asked. "Thank you silver, whatever will be nice." Once Wyatt was out of the shower he put on his Grey hoodie, black jeans and skater shoes. "Have fun at school, master" was all that could be heard as Wyatt left his house. He looked around the neighbourhood and his face never changed, bored. He put on his ipod and headphones and proceeded to walk to school.

Wyatt knew the layout of this school like no one else. He knew the ways to get to where he wanted without any human contact. Wyatt headed straight for his first class, Contemporary US Studies.

[Assistant]
(For your enjoyment, play "Jet - Are you gonna be my girl" while reading)

Loud screams of tires and the smell of burnt rubber was spreading through the town as Brad didn't hold back on the gas pedal trying to get to school in time. The sound of "Are you gonna be my girl" was bursting out from his radio as was evident to everyone in the school yard before he even got there. The smoke from the exhaust pipe of his old Camaro rising above the school's fence alerted everyone that Hot Menace is back, baby! -as he noted to himself.

He made a sharp turn while still in gear and entered the school parking lot where there were still kids hanging out and going towards the school. I don't even know why I doubted myself. Self five. -he thought as he came to understand he made it just in time. He got out of his well kept old-timer and took his bag from the back seat before heading towards the school entrance. As he made his way people he passed by gave him casual stares, almost as if they were disappointed he was back. But he took it as a welcoming committee and let out his signature loud whistling noise- "WOOO!" -as he slammed the front door behind him.

He had a relaxing walk towards his locker while hand-clasping a few buddies and saying hello to some girls along the way with only two minutes left before the class started while everyone around him was in haste. He left the excess books in the locker and proceeded to his first class - Contemporary US studies.

[User] Merle walked to her locker, head down ignoring everything around her. She fumbled with her locker but managed to open the stupid thing. Merle hoped with all her might that there weren't any of her 8th grade classmates in her class. They hated Merle. The had bullied Merle almost all of last year and Merle did not feel like repeating that hell. Merle grabbed her books and headed to her first class. Merle's first class was world history. Fabulous. history first thing in the morning. Nothing exciting just history, in a class filled with already tired students.

[Assistant]
Jake walked into the school. He was given his schedule early, and found out that he had Contemporary US Studies, one of his honor classes. If Jake wasn't a musician at heart, he would be a history teacher. He found his way to the class, being a minute late.

"Hey there! I'm guessing you're Jake?" A man in his late 20s said this.

"Yeah. Sorry about being late, it won't happen again." He said this and sat down.

"It's ok, haha. I know you just moved here." The man laughed a bit as he said that. "Nice shirt, by the way." The man pulled up a PowerPoint, and explained the class.

"My name, if you haven't had me, is Mr. Weber..."

[User]
As Brad entered the classroom the first person he noticed was his bro, Tyler - a 6-foot-one African American wide receiver who immediately smiled at him as his eyebrows raised in excitement at the sight of his best friend. Brad sat down by Tyler as was their usual place, in the back of the classroom.

"Bro, have you heard from Matt?"- Tyler interrogated.
"Nah, man. What's up?"- Brad curiously answered back.
"I heard he got in trouble with his parents after coming home last night."- Tyler explained with a slight grin on his face- "Apparently he mistakenly went to his parents' bedroom and went all out pissing on their bed."

The sheer thought of this 5'11 goofy kid who's their best friend drunk as a skunk, wobbling while attempting to hold balance, skipping from one foot to the other, urinating on his parents' marital bed made them burst out in laughter. The chat was cut short as at that point the teacher walked in.

"Good morning, class. I am Mr. Daniels and I will be your teacher this year"- the man said who was apparently in his mid forties. He is wearing a plaid shirt under a sweater and some pants and loafers. He has an unusually thick brown hair with some patches of grays on the sides and a pen that was hanging off his sweater pocket on the right side of the chest.
"I am going to skip the introduction with you guys so I can focus more on the subject."- he said confidently while standing above his desk looking over the classroom- "I will learn your names as time goes on and I expect you all to do your homework and studying on time".

Sure thing, boss.- thought Brad as looked at his new professor in annoyance. "The first topic is the Reconstruction period of 1865-1877. after the Civil war, so please open your books to page 5."- Mr. Daniels continued as the class obediently followed his instructions.


[System]
Normal Appearance:

Alternate form:

Former faction: Autobots

Role: Ground / Fire Support

Weapons and tools:
* Energon Tomahawk
* Neutron Assault Rifle
* 2x Thermo Rocket Launcher

Personality: Turbulence seemingly forever sees himself under the command of someone higher up and that's just fine by him... except when said CO gets themselves deactivated permanently, Turbulence is then quick to refer over to the next ranking officer up on the food chain. The Autobot soldier does not feel okay with the idea of being a leader and the job's heavy responsibilities it comes with. Turbulence would rather be on the frontlines receiving taking orders than giving them.

It's quite possible the transforming gunship suffers from too little self-confidence and more than enough worry; which is unfortunate and unusual given the number of battlefield accommodations Turbulence had unknowingly earned by his previous commanding officers. Turbulence is quite the tactical genius when it counts and is often openly insightful on a lot of topics, especially during the flow of battle where he can quickly coordinate with his fellow Autobots on the ground and air.

History: Surprisingly, Turbulence at one point had nearly joined the Decepticons, being one of the many unhappy mechs professing their frustrations with the corrupt Senate at the time. However, he soon learned that the Decepticon's earliest insurgencies were not what he had in mind as a just cause to get behind and quickly joined the Autobot faction once they emerged. He eventually found himself on the frontlines; somewhere he had been trying to avoid during the first volleys of the conflict.

But it was the battlefield he had probably belonged on in the first place. Turbulence showed an unfamiliar sense of battlefield prowess much of the early Autobot-aligned Cybertonians at the time lacked; being more civilian formed militias than the battle-hardened gladiators and angry mobs of the Decepticons. During one heavy engagement with the Decepticons, Turbulence spent several cycles in his Alt. Mode supporting allied troops, only topping off on Energon and ammunition when he ran nearly dry on both reserves.

Turbulence's current unit face incredible fighting in the defense against a Decepticon counter-attack while much of the Autobot's primary command and elite soldiers would take the war off-world in search of a new energy source as Cybertron's own resources would soon be on the verge to a non-renewable or reversible state. His platoon would soon be demolished and completely scattered due to the hard struggle. Turbulence soon found himself without any targets and even worse, no allies or any command to rally back with and left alone in uninhabited wasteland.

Extras and additional information:
* Has a tendency to remain in Alt. Mode as opposed to his more sapient form.
* Chassis has be modified for easy-accessible maintenance due to a history of damaging engagements.
* Voice - Steve Blum
* Theme - Transformers: War for Cybertron OST - Transport Flight

Relations with other characters:
* Prism - (Coming Soon)
* Sklog - (Coming Soon)
* Nightscream - (Coming Soon)
* Cyclonus - (Coming Soon)

[User]
Miraculously, Sklog had managed to shift his way out from dust and debris, all the while staying out of Nightscream's and Blackarachnia's conflict. But the Dinobot didn't appear to be doing so hot as he slugged towards Prism and Turbulence, his large mechanical legs slowing and locking up on key movements. Turbulence was becoming sure Blackarachnia's venomous retaliation was taking its course on Sklog, causing his basic servo functions to seize up; whatever the effect was, it sure wasn't good for big Decepticon.

Prism had then leaped in to action, rushing over to Sklog's side and helped him over to the elevator shaft. Sklog's pace had picked up but there was no telling if the ever present battle raging, which had now gone strangely quiet - minus Nightscream's antagonizing lullaby, would war in their direction. For the moment at least, Blackarachnia was no where to be found, whether that was a good or a bad thing was something Turbulence would rather not learn.

With Prism calling out to him about escaping, the Autobot hurried to the shaft and look up, trying to see how far the cabin and risen. While the elevator had not gone far, it was practically wedged-in a few floors above and completely inoperable from this end. Suffice to say, it was clear their only means of escape was to descend further into the complex. Wonderful.

"Yeah I do; you may not like so much though." Turbulence replied, "At least we'll get off of this floor."

Turning back to the two, Turbulence jumped toward them and converted himself into his gunship mode. While Nightscream had advised him to take it easy with his vehicle mode's repaired motor and Turbulence was one to, on most occasions, follow the advice of medics, the situation demanded him to take to the air now. Through his transformation process, his rotor blades immediately deployed and tore into the air, picking up his withdrawn aerial body.

"All aboard!" said Turbulence, releasing a set of magnetizing handle grips at the tips of his small wings for Prism and Sklog and hold on to. His only hope of course was the two's combined weight was not way over he earlier estimates. As they got situated, Tubulence took note of his vehicle mode's method of propulsion scattering the dust behind them, revealing the once concealed portions of the floor. Whether this would have helped or hindered either of the combatants, Turbulence deployed his arsenal in anticipation to an attack against the three.

[Assistant]
For a war-bot, Prism was surprisingly long winded in a fight and gifted in stating the obvious as Nightscream observed. She supposed though that on the holy trinity of armor-firepower-intelligence, it made sense to prioritize the other two. Wordlessly the seeker approached the twitching form of Blackarachnia, keeping track of her mouth not to fall to the poison like Sklog did. "What am I going to do with you?" the engineer asked herself, humming in thought.

The arachnobot was mad, of that she had no doubt. She didn't know whether she caused or if it was the side effect of whatever happened to her in space, and if she was the cause if it was the fault of the sampling she did on her new tissues or the effect of a stasis on the non-standard chassis. Whatever. She could wonder about it later. Right now she needed her neutralized. Both of her null rays were still minutes from recharging, and even the organic would recover in that time.

"I could lobotomize you." she tilted her head to the side, "There would be noone home, just silence." But you would have to feed her and ugh... too much bother. In the end, Nightscream chose to immobilize her until she can weld up some detention room for her. Her blades deploying, she made a quick stab at Blackarachnia's limbs, holding each in place to stop the twitching. With surgical precision she turned the she-spider into a harmless thing - she knew her pet would heal over time, she already healed form much worse.

Grabbing the limp body by the back so it wouldn't spit in her face, she started dragging them to the elevator which she called back down. Taking a look at Sklog, she frowned. "I analyzed the poison before. Her self-healing nanites were changed by it to attack others. It's up to his build - if his defense and repair protocols are sturdy, he should start recovering within minutes." she frowned. What if he didn't? Well, there was always the prototype. She doubted it could hurt the Dinobot too much, assuming she got the spark extractor working. "If everyone is done searching for nightmare fuel?"

[User]
Sklog hadn't dealt with a whole lot of purposefully harmful toxins in his life time but he had dealt with a lot of processor affecting agents that were used to turn him into a lean mean killing machine. "Sklog no... good at fighting... insides! Sklog's insides weak." he said in a panicked tone as he barely walked along with the help of the other two bots. It was a good thing that Prism and Turbulence were there to help Sklog along because without them he would defiantly be falling over by this point. As they got closer to the elevator shaft Turbulence turned into his flying alt-mode to which Sklog eagerly clung to in the hopes of at least having his hand servos lock into place once he grabbed on so he wouldn't fall off. The Dinobot managed to turn his head to see the sad form of Blackarachina, Sklog became saddened as well in thinking about his failure. He was literally made for war but he was barely able to keep Blackarachnia, one of the bots that his brethren were based off of, off of Prism and some deception scientist managed to take her out. Sklog felt useless but he also felt anger due to this, he wanted to be the strongest and best there was on this barren planet.

Sklog needed to be better.

[Assistant]
Prism let out a panicked grunt, worried for the life of the dinobot over her shoulders. Sklog wasn't putting her mind at ease, and neither was Nightscream with her explanation of how the poison worked through his body. If nightscream's entrance into the sublevel was of any indication, the shaft was probable inoperable at the moment.

"Hold him up, I want to check something." Prism told Turbulence, snaking out from underneath Sklog to inspect the elevator shaft. It was just as she thought. With a dark chuckle, she looked to the three other bots as she pulled something out of a hidden compartment in her back. "So. Back down to the operating room? Or is there something in one of the higher sub-levels that can fix this?"

"Either way... I always wanted to blow up a decepticon base..."

[User]
"TOUCH MY STUFF AND DIE!" Nightscream exclaimed, the exasperation obvious in her tone but then again, the limp and leaking form of Blackarachnia she dragged by the collar behind her and the facelessness of her snapped visor were an image that spelled that she could most likely deliver on the threat if she wanted to.

Having a look at the smoked elevator shaft, she growled. More repairs to be done. Momentarily she just wanted to toss Blackarachnia down the shaft and listen to her bouncing off of the walls and then crunch once she hit the bottom, but alas that would undermine the effort she put into her. "Turbulence, no." she said firmly when she saw the autobot in his alt mode. Pulling up the appropriate files, she displayed a way to the evacuation stairwell.

"Grab sklog and get him down. Least I can do is stick him on life support, that should give him a boost. There's not much else that can be done, not in time. Then we're going to weld some bars over one of the rooms and deposit this thing inside, and then I am locking all levels you don't need to be at because you children jsut don'T know when to stop poking your servos into things that are better left sealed. Do I need to remind you that there was a war on and that Megatron wasn't particularly keen on his weapons bringing swift and merciful death? If you get yourself infected with some plague you'll find Primus knows where, you're on your own." the seeker said simply before turning on her heel and heading for the stairs.

Once she was down, she dragged the crippled spiderbot to an unused room and went to prepare the lab to admit the dinobot. She shut down her comm suite, not in any mood to answer questions that were bound to be on the autobots' mind. There would be time for those when they found some spare fuel and in general weren't in the danger of dying within days.

[Assistant]
Nearly read to take off with Sklog in tow, Nightscream had reappeared from the dust cloud, dragging Blackarachnia's limb chassis along with her. It appeared the Decepticon medic had won her bout easily and appeared less unhappy than Turbulence had been anticipating, especially when this mess was caused by Prism's and Sklog's curiosity and defiance. In fact, Nightscream was more focused on the Dinobot's condition, explaining Blackarachnia's venom was laced with nanites that were altered to be more aggressive than their original intention. Turbulence half understood most of what came out of Nightscream's mouth but acknowledged it wasn't good as it already sounded.

As Sklog clutched on to Turbulence's air frame, Prism investigated the inoperable elevator shaft before withdrawing something that appeared to be a bomb of some sorts, soon complimenting Prism's desire to demolish a segment of the facility. The blatant counter threat by Nightscream was a clear protest, arming the medic with the need to take over the situation herself. Turbulence grumbled when Nightscream declined the Autobot's original method of ferrying the ground restricted Cybertronians, prompting him to revert back to his true form helping Sklog up from under the Dinobot's armored shoulder once it was made known that a stairwell beside the shaft's construction.

It wasn't long until Nightscream began her well-anticipated rant about closing off sections they didn't need to access. Turbulence gave an unamusing stare toward Prism in response, narrowing his optic ports behind the visor covering his face as a silent reminder of why they were in this situation in the first place. Just as he turned to see Nightscream dragging the limb Blackarachnia down the steps, his gaze returned to Prism once more.

"Mind giving me a hand so the big doesn't have to move as much?"


[System]
Photo:

Age*): 16
Gender*: female
Abilities: She has the ability to control weather according to her moods.

My emotions could show up in the surrounding area of my body. This area is called My Aura. My Aura extends two feet around me except in my extreme emotions then as far as I have experience, My Aura could extend up to five foot circle. Anyone within My Aura Circle, can and will experience the Weather that is happening at that moment.

Anger- miffed and not speaking- storm cloud begins to form over my head
 Speaks angrily- cloud rumbles
 Verbally lashes out- lightning flashes and might hit something
 Arguing- Cloud darkens, rumbles and lightning flashes and might hit whoever I am
 angry with
 Anger that leaves me speechless- black clouds that drenches everything within a five
 foot radius

Ashamed- Heat surrounds me but it does not go any further than two feet around and not warmer than 90 degrees Fahrenheit. My face will turn from pink (slight embarrassment) and around 70 degrees Fahrenheit to anything that may be taken as a sexual content ( totally red faced and 100 degrees Fahrenheit)

Bewildered-unsettled feeling- Turbulence surrounds me but no wind above 7 MPH.

Bored- dead air surrounds my body- no circulation of air around me for about 3 feet

Calm- The air is normal and no Aura is showing

Cold- Physically-Cold air surrounds my body depending how cold I feel- if I am outside in the snow without a coat, I might even have ice forming on my body as my body turns blue.

Cold Shoulder/ intense dislike- a frosty air surrounds her body between the one I have taken a dislike to and around my body

Confused- Haze surrounds my body making it difficult for me to see or be seen clearly

Cranky/ Grumpy – there would be a grey haze that would be surrounding my body and if I have a physical discomfort with the crankiness, small bits to pea size hail might form even though it is humid around me

Curious- Rainbow bits of light float around her body in the air surrounding my body

Desire/Want- Small bits of rainbow colors move in a straight line from my body and back again. The More I want something, faster the bits move back and forth.

Disappointed- humidity begins to form around me for about two feet

Embarrassment- - Heat surrounds me but it does not go any further than two feet around and not warmer than 90 degrees Fahrenheit. My face will turn from pink (slight embarrassment) and around 70 degrees Fahrenheit to anything that may be taken as a sexual content ( totally red faced and 90 degrees Fahrenheit)

Energetic- electrical sparks float around my body and if a spark hits someone it would only sting.

Excited- electrical sparks float around her body faster than in the energetic mode and if a spark hits someone it would only sting.

Frustrated- Bits of hail would fall around me. Hail size could grow up to a marble or pearl onion if my frustration is great or prolonged.

Happy- Warmth with a bit of a Sunshiney glow surrounding my body and could give off a soft glow of light.

Hungry- thunder rumbles; loudness depending how hungry I am

Lonely- stillness to dead air surrounding me for about two feet and may become muggy as well.

Mischievous- Small Ball lightning of various colors (pea sized) would surround my body which could start tiny fires that can be stomped out.

Nervousness- a misty grey Aura surrounds my body

Sadness- a blue cloud that darkens until I burst out crying and it rains around my body

Scared- bits of darker colors swirl around my body and lightening may show up as well depending on how scared I become

Sleepy- Dense fog surrounds and my speech becomes slurred depending on how sleepy I am at the time. It could even spread throughout a five foot radius if I am trying to fight the sleepiness for some reason.

Unsure- My Aura becomes a pale blue in color with white swirls. The darker the blue the more unsure I am.

How you could work in a team:
Personality)*: She is normally a happy young lady who enjoys learning and is very curious. She will help anyone that needs help, particularly if the person is a friend. She is easy to get to know. If someone becomes her enemy for some reason, she might not help them unless they are in actual danger. Also remember this- Agatha is a pacifist and will not fight until she is pushed into fighting. Then her moods will take over her fighting abilities according her mood chart. Her moods are shown by weather conditions as listed above and if and when there are more weather abilities, I will add them to her Mood List and post it them in the OOC.
History: TBA
Other:
Classes wanted: Alchemy, Rituals, Elements, Shapeshifter, Summoning, Enchanting, Sealing, Artifacts

[User]
Apollo sighed as a sign of relief. He looked at Agatha, she was probably the only person whom understood him at least a bit.

"I wouldnt mind telling you sometime, I am also interested in you, maybe we can share more conversations in the future.." Apollo said. He then closed his eyes, once he did he saw an image of something sharp, with a hilt, which made him open his eyes again.
'Its that image again, what could it be....'

[Assistant]
Agatha sat there quietly wondering if she had somehow bothered his eyesight.
"Is my Aura bothering you or perhaps all the background noise and people doing what ever too much? I find that if I ignore the people around if I am not listening to them, then the noise doesn't bother me as much. But then people can sneak up on you when you ignore them. That can be a problem as well...." she spoke softly and gently as a soft pale blue mistiness began to surround her.

[User]
Apollo shook his head. She wasnt at fault at all, he just liked to close his eyes from time to time to get some rest but it was nearly impossible because of that image. He then decided to ask her something. "You see, everytime I close my eyes, I see this picture of a sword, I dont know why or what it is, do you have any idea of what is happening?" He asked, but knowing it would be useless, she most likely did not know.

He then sighed, knowing that she would start thinking that he was crazy.

[Assistant] Kenny kept a close eye on Chen guy. Not just because he just met the guy but simply because he was quite strange. Although he'd definitely make for a good opponent in the future. Kenny held out his hand. "Same, I look forward to metting on the battle field as well." He responded shaking his hand. Kenny didn't know much about illusion magic but he wasn't a complete full. He could tell what is real verses something that is completely unnatural. "There's a variety of people here." Kenny said after listening to possible foreign girl introduce herself. He turned his attention back to Chen. "I wonder what magical ability she has?" He asked Chen pulling out his pistol and aiming it in her direction. "Wanna interrogate her and find out?" He asked again cocking his pistol. Where he was from interrogating someone was normal especially with a weapon. He wore a unconscious evil grin for some odd unexplainable reason.

[User]
Soon, Flare's cellphone started to ring. It was Cruz's number. Flare picked up, but even before he could say hello...

BGM: Twinkle Star

"What the hell are you doing?! Don't go sending voicemail without my permission!!", a voice screamed over the phone. That voice was from Pamela Armellia, one of Flare's friends and Cruz's girlfriend. She holds a rivalry with Flare, since since she thinks that he might steal her boyfriend. "Don't scream, you asshole! I'm not deaf!", he said, a little low so no one could notice him. "Shut up!! You already know that I am his girlfriend, so I have the total right to scream whenever someone tries to steal him from me!! Including you!!", she kept screaming so loudly, someone would probably hear her and think that Flare's a lunatic.

"Wha- this has nothing to do with Cruz. I'm just worried about you all and there you are, screaming at me! Also, do you remember that I'm not here entirely for fun?! I have a mission to do!", he said. "WhatEVER!! Just don't go sending voicemail or ANY kind of message to him anymore!! Send it to me and I'll send it to him if I want! Was I clear?!", it was impossible to speak with Pamela. She's way too scandalous for one to manage her. Flare was always impressed on how Cruz managed to keep a romance up with her. Even so, he sighed. "Yeah, yeah, whatever... I'm turning off the call, talking with you is going to put me in a bad situation...", he said, turning off.

[Assistant] Ava sat there as she continued to study the others around her, in the distance she seen a barrel pointed at her. Her blank expression turned into a crazed one. She blew a kiss into Kenny's direction before pushing off the table into the shadows behind her where she disappeared. She then draws her knives from her thighs, making her way to Kenny as she hugs the shadows, remaining unseen. Ava had started closing in on the unaware Kenny, she sat down next you him and put a knife to his throat. " Now you're lucky I haven't killed you yet." Shen then pinned Kenny to the table grinning evilly as she pressed the blade against his skin. "Then again maybe I should."

[User]
Arcadius pasued for a moment, eyes locked on her face, reading her to see if he could find any hidden intentions on what she planned on doing. He'd never really had any help, nor asked anyone, not been asked by anyone that simply tried to make off with the book during the night only to wind up a fragment of their former selves..

In theory he could probably benefit from some help in deciphering the massive book, of course she would benefit as equally in the long run and gain knowledge of spells that could devastate entire cities...but of course with him knowing more than her about the book she'd never be able to realize the full potential of the book without years of study..

After several minutes he spoke "I've given it some thought...and in the years I've had the book its only been myself studying it and dechipering it..perhaps it is time I did get some help studying it."

He paused again, thinking how to phrase the rest of what he was saying. "In the past a few have asked to help me and ended up trying to steal the book during the night. It...didn't turn out well for them..at all. Therefore I will not be making the same mistake again. Until I am able to trust you enough, you will only have access to the book when I am available to make sure you don't steal it, its not you yourself that I don't trust so much as the past history of working with people. Secondly, if you are able to learn something from it, you will only practice it when I am available to witness you do so. If you can agree to those terms, I'll gladly accept your help."

He finished with a smile, perhaps she'd be one of the first real friends in years that wouldn't try to stab him in the back as soon as they had a chance.

[Assistant] Kenny laid pinned on the table unaffected by her threat or the knife pressed against his throat. "Man your fast!" He laughed even in the situation he was in. Kenny smiled as he pressed his dessert eagle against Ava's stomach. "I already cocked it so one pull of the trigger and boom one unconscious foreginer." Kenny could of easily escaped the girls sloppy grip of a pin but he decided to play the person in destress. "Why so hostile anyways!? Its not like I fired my gun at you, don't tell me I scared you and you went through all this trouble to stop me." He laughed unequiping his pistol and just laying there not even bothered by the knife.

[User]
@Slendy

Chen sighed as Kenny talked about interrogating someone. "Actually I already know what she can do." He said as she disappeared into the shadows. When she reappeared next to Kenny he smiled. "Tarot Art: The Sun." Fire appeared in his hands and he looked at Ava. "Back off of the gun nut. Or you get a nice sun tan. Would you prefer blackened to a crisp or... that's your only option actually, if you don't let go of him." The fire began to brighten along with Chen's smile. "Five seconds."

[Assistant] Ava then chuckled as she let go of Kenny. "You know, I applaud your attitude." she sad, now taking a her seat next to him. "Normally the victim would already be dead, yet you don't fear death.... Nor do I." She turns to face Kenny. "So tell me, did you point your gun just to get me over here?" She asked with a smirk, sheathing her blades.

[User]
Meruin smiled. It was a twisted sort of smile; like that of a gleeful child that had just been given permission to pick any toy she wanted, mixed with the maniacal joy of a mad scientist given free reign to experiment on whatever she wished.

Nodding, Meruin shook as Arcadius outlined his terms. What she was hearing was unbelievable to her ears. She had to physically restrain herself from giggling like a child.

Her one thought was: "That's it?"

A curse to seal her lips when trying to talk about his Grimoire and its secrets; a rune to prevent her from being able to even think about stealing the book; a magical contract that would turn her into a sheep if she tried to hurt him; a brand on her that causes instant death the moment she touches the book without permission - all of these and worse were the very least of what Meruin expected. In comparison, Arcadius terms were practically a giveaway!

"Your . . ." with shaky breaths, Meruin regained her composure. Grace and control at all times were the core of her Masters teachings, and even if she couldn't follow through with it all the time, she would be never fail to do so in front of her peers.

Outwardly anyway.

"Your terms are acceptable. Very, very acceptable. It's perfectly natural to be wary over your research of course. Perfectly natural."

Meruin returned Arcadius smile with her own; a so estatic it bordered on radiant.

[Assistant]
Agatha smiled as she thought of various people who she knew that had 'visions' to one degree or another.
"Perhaps you are having a vision of some sort. I know of someone who complained about not being able to sleep at all because of visions. Maybe there is a teacher who we could talk to about them. It must be hard for you particularly when you are tired. We could walked around to see if we could find a teacher then talk to that teacher to see if we are comfortable with that teacher. What do you think of that idea?" she suggested.


[System]
Alias: Lieutenant, Lieutenant Chistrov, Security Chief
Homeworld: Vulcan
Race: Vulcan
Age: 35
Rank: Lieutenant
Area of Expertise: Security

Description

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Height: 1.8m (5ft 11in
Weight: 89.35kg (197lbs)
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Hair Style: Close-cropped, regulation length.
Tattoos/scars: None

Personality

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* Negotiator - As the Security Chief, Chistrov is focused on the ship's security. As a Vulcan, he believes the best way to ensure the ship stays safe is to not fight at all.
* Stickler for Rules - As Security, Chistrov is in charge of watching for contraband items, rules violations, and the like. He runs a 'tight ship' so to speak, being very strict on the rules.
* Emotionless - He is an avid follower of Vulcan philosophy, and as such focuses hard on being as emotionless and logical as possible.

History

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Born on the planet Vulcan, Chistrov was initially raised to be a Vulcan Ambassador. He was taught the Vulcan philosophy, how to communicate with new species and initiate first contact, and how to negotiate between hostile parties. However, as he grew older, he became fascinated with Starfleet, greatly intrigued with the aspects of deep space exploration and long-distance journeys. When he came of age, he chose to join Starfleet instead of becoming the ambassador we was intended to be. While in preliminary training, he grew interested in the aspects of ship security, ensuring the safety of the ship and its crew through both hostility and peace. He would graduate in the top 10% of his class, and go on to act as a full security officer, eventually gaining the position of security chief aboard the USS Tricyion

LIGHTGREEN, I CHOOSE YOU!

Abilities

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Strengths
* Melee and Unarmed Combat
* Ranged Combat
* Negotiating

Weaknesses
* Sciences
* Engineering
* Breaking Rules or Regulations.

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STARDATE 9969.39

The Shipyard floating in orbit around the Earth. It is a lot bigger than it looks once you are inside of it. The crowds of Starfleet personnel, wandering inside. Several ships can be seen, being put together by engineers and builders. In the middle of the work area, sits the USS Tricyion, the newest ship of the fleet. A Nova class vessel that was built to be a scouting ship, also with facilities for science experiments and such, it was the first of its kind. There were onlookers, watching the ship, some of them looked excited, most likely since they were to be part of its maiden voyage. Others were standing around, waiting to be allowed on board. The ship could only sustain a small crew, less than one hundred people, so there were not many who were waiting. You heard rumors that the captain was still young, and that this was her first command. Several rumors circulated about other members of the crew, but none quite like the age of the captain. Soon, a voice came over the intercom in the Shipyard, and it was directed towards the small crew of the ship.

"All personnel of the USS Tricyion, you are now permitted to board the ship." it said, and several people started walking over and forming a line to board the ship.

Once on board, a young woman who is wearing a Captain's uniform walks over to greet the newcomers, shaking their hands and introducing herself. "Hello, I am Captain Tetra McCoy, welcome aboard. I am asking that all crew members meet me in the mess at 1600. I hope to become better acquainted with everyone on board then." she said with a smile, and moved along to the next newcomer.

The ship being small, only having 8 decks, it is easy to find where your quarters are.

Captain/Commander: Deck 1
Lieutenant Commanders/Lieutenants: Deck 2
Lieutenant Junior Grade/Ensigns: Deck 4

Once you find your room, you glance at the clock. It is only 1400 right now, giving you two hours to get used to your surroundings before the Captain asked everyone to be in the mess.

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Captain Tetra McCoy

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Location: Bridge

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After half an hour of welcoming crew members onto the ship, Tetra leaves to go up onto the Bridge. She already knew her way around the ship, having been there supervising it when they were putting the finishing touches on it. The bridge was near her own quarters, but she passed them by and went over and sat in the chair in the middle of the bridge. The Captain's Chair, she started looking at a small screen that was attached to the arm of the chair. It was a screen for short distance communications, and she noticed an incoming message coming from Starfleet. She accepts the call and sees the face of someone she does not recognize. From his uniform though, she can tell that he is an admiral. She hasn't been a Captain for very long, so she knows there might be a few high ranking officers she does not know.

"Good afternoon Admiral," she says, looking into the man's face.

"Good Afternoon Captain, are all the members of your crew on board by now?"

"Yes sir, all 77 are on board and probably exploring the ship a little by now. At 1600 I plan on getting to know them a little better down in the mess".

"Alright, the last of the work on the ship is getting close to done. We estimate that you should be able to pull out at 1800 tonight."

She smiled, her excitement nearly got out of hand, but Tetra managed to remain calm when talking to him. "Alright, I'll let the crew know. Goodbye then sir, I need to start reading up on a few of the ship's mechanics, I'm not even close to halfway through everything that the Shipyard folks gave me. I'll talk to you again right before we pull out".

He gave her a nod, and the comn went black. She got up from her chair after looking around the bridge once more. She left the bridge and went into her quarters, and instead of reading the engineering things the people at the yard gave her, she started reading one of her books about tactics. Engineering was always a little too boring for me.

[Assistant]
T'Plior
Location: Her Quarters, Sick Bay

If T'Plior had been human, she would have sighed in relief once she reached her quarters on Deck 2. She had of course arrived by the specified time, which meant that she had arrived early for humans and was patiently waiting in silence for the ship to allow on personnel while overhearing the inane small-talk of her fellow crewmembers. Once the crew was allowed on board, T'Plior had to heighten her mental shields as she was forced into the crowd then had them heightened to full max to shake the Captain's hand when she offered it. But she was vulcan, which meant that she immediately went to work unpacking while relaxing the barriers that allowed her as a touch-telepathic to handle the emotional states of so many at once. After she had finished unpacking, T'Plior adjusted the environmental controls to be more like her homeworld's.

Then she checked the clock. The Captain had commanded everyone to be at the mess by 1600 hours. There was some time left before hand. Logically, it would be spent preparing Sick Bay for active use. Therefore, T'Plior set up her mental shields then set out towards sick bay. Once there, she checked inventory and found everything was there as it was suppose to be. Then she checked the operating status of the equipment and found nothing amiss. Finally, T'Plior sat down in her office and drew up the crew medical files. She scheduled the required first check-up, starting with the captain then the senior officers. Then started reading through and memorizing all the records so that she was conversent in the probable medical needs of the her future paitents.

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Lieutenant Chistrov, Chief Security Officer
Chistrov was one of the first to board the ship, along with other members of the security team. Watching over the boarding of the crew, Chistrov went over the initial security checklist, while also overseeing the cargo being brought on. Most of the time was uneventful, the occasional contraband item was confiscated, and there was a spat over quarters that Chistrov was able to talk down. After the initial boarding, Chistrov went to work on the bureaucratic mountain that awaited him in his quarters.

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Lieutenant James Roberts, Communications Officer
James boarded the ship quickly after it opened, eager to get adjusted to the new ship, his first starship post since the mishap aboard the Divergence. He stowed his belongings in his quarters, and quickly set about with his favorite part about a new post; making friends.

Entering the lounge, James quickly met up with a group of people, and an hour in they were laughing and talking over a game of poker. He almost didn't notice the 2 hours fly by.


[System]
CHARACTERS
Age: 20

Gender: Male

General Appearance: Theo is a young man of average height, barely topping 6', and fairly thin of build. He has some visible muscle mass, but nothing more than the results of manual labor and high school sports. His hair is dark brown, almost black, and is worn in long locks framing his face. His eyes are a dull hazel, and his skin is slightly tanned.

Orb Color: White-gold.

Class: Sundancer - A primarily offensive class specializing in lightning-fast, fluid strikes with a sword augmented by Light-attribute magic. Strong in close or medium range, but requires sunlight to be effective.

Class Appearance: In the other world, Theo wears long, flowing garments of white, with long sleeves and voluminous pants. He wears very light steel plating in the form of a cuirass, bracers, greaves and tassets, though they offer little protection. In time, he may condition his body to wear medium armor, with more protection and coverage, though his armor will always retain the bright, radiant shine of the sun. A long curved sword rests on his hip, one which may be wielded in one or two hands.

Skills:
* Shine (Passive) - The Sundancer's blade seems quicker, his armor seems lighter, when illumined by the Light. Improves speed when in sunlight.
* Flash - The Sundancer's armor flashes like a mirror, blinding close foes, and drawing the attention of others.

Cross Skills:
[LOCKED]

Limit Break:
[LOCKED]

Inventory:
* Ray - A type of sword used by apprentice Sundancers. It bears a fourty-two inch curved blade, with a long hilt for one or two hands to grip decorated with a simple sunburst on the guard.
* Apprentice Armor - Armor for apprentice Sundancers. Low in protection, but very light.
* Potion(5) - Heals small wounds.
* Tent(2) - Shelter and food for four people. Completely restores users after sleep. Consumed after one use.

Status:

 HP: 239
 STR: 13
 DEX: 10
 AGI: 19
 INT: 8
 WIS: 18
 LUK: 10

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The group had become quite large, as Theo observed. He became flustered at the assault of greetings. First was a blue-haired and well-dressed young woman, bounding up to him and Gaius. With all her clinking bracelets and melodious voice, Theo felt an instant attraction, his spirits lifted simply by her presence. It was almost odd, conflicting with his characteristic cynicism. What's her Class? He thought suspiciously.

 Before he could speak, the second person appeared, and this one reaffirmed his cynicism. Blunt and demanding, she was the type of person Theo never got along with. She described herself as a Witch, and Theo held in a laugh, covering it with his hand. Fitting.

 And then the third came, a cheerful guy, a Samurai. Theo sent the pair a smile.

 "Just call me Theo. I'm a...Sundancer." He gave a bow, flourishing his robes. The cluster of them, blue-haired girl, Veronica, Kieran, Gaius and himself, made five. He looked at Dead Dan, and the rest of the people appearing near the shrine, and quickly lost count. "I thought I was going to be in this alone," he said forlornly. "That's alright. Friends are good." He beamed at the group.

 "So," Theo said, turning to his golden orb. "How about giving us a briefing?"

 The orb spiraled into the sky, casting a flash of light at the people gathering below.

 "I would like to thank you all for heeding our call. Our world is in danger, and you are the only ones who can stop it.

 "I cannot tell you exactly what we are fighting, but it is a dangerous force. But before that, you will have to learn to fend for yourselves in this world. There are natural predators, ones that can be dangerous, but every creature has its use. You will earn food, equipment, and valuable combat experience from fighting them. You must grow stronger, as your success depends on it.

 "You will see the shrine before you. There are many scattered across the Moon, and they are a great source of power for our people. If you can activate them all, as you have activated this one, we will be one step closer to liberation. But you need the power of four people to activate a shrine, so it is imperative you stay together. We will help you find them."

 The orb finished, floating back down to Theo's side. Innumerable questions flickered through his mind, but before he could focus, the orb spoke again.

 "Little light," she said. "Those predators I spoke of. You're about to meet some. It seems we've drawn attention."

 Theo spun, eyes on the dim horizon. A buzz filled his ears, as several shapes flickered in the distance.

 "Are those..." Recognition struck Theo's mind. "...mosquitoes?" He hardly filed mosquitoes away as "predators". But there was something else about them.

 "They are similar in function to your planet's mosquito, yes," the orb said. "But these ones feed on much larger animals, and as such..."

 Theo looked, his eyes wide in horrified astonishment. One was closer than the rest. It was over ten feet tall, spear-like sucker piercing the wind as thundering wings brought it closer at alarming speed.

 "Everybody get ready!"

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After the last of the people appeared in the shrine, Theo's orb rose up and gave them all a brief overview of why they were there. Gaius was somewhat nervous due to how little information they had on their enemy, but figured that it'd be more important to survive for now. As the giant insect approached, he called over his orb.

Mind showing me what I can do?
Alright...

Quickly dispersing into mist and reforming into a black box with white text, Gaius looked over what appeared to be his status.

HP: 175/175
MP: 50/50
EXP: 0%

STR: 6
DEX: 12
AGI: 32
INT: 9
WIS: 11
LUK: 8

Looking over his skill set, Gaius relaxed enough to actually laugh a little. "The night is a pretty good time for me, huh?" he mumbled to himself as he tightened the round shield onto his right arm. As he walked back for a run-up, Gaius thought it'd be a good idea to explain to the others what he was doing."Looking at my stats, it seems like the only way I'll actually be able to do any damage is by running straight into it, so... please follow me up!" Sprinting forward with speed beyond what he used to be able to do--undoubtably thanks to his newfound, game-like abilities--Gaius's building Momentum manifested itself in the form of the shadowy aura that started trailing him.

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Theo watched after the boy, mouth agape. "Don't go alone!" He called out, but Gaius was already gone, streaking toward the first creature with unnatural shadows in his wake. He's fast. And he seems to have a handle on this. I need to keep up.

 Theo jerked his sword free of it's scabbard. It felt natural in his hands, but heavy. I still feel so weak. Picking a class only useful in the light was such a stupid idea. Shaking his head, he began to run, robes flowing alongside the sword held in both hands beside him. He was always a fast runner, but his speed was immensely underwhelming next to the Shadow Vanguard's.

 During his charge, a second giant mosquito approached near their left flank. Leaving Gaius to the first one, Theo turned to meet the other. Suddenly, as he neared, the beast seemed infinitely bigger than it's ten feet, looming over him like an unconquerable tower. Impossible to defeat. His legs seemed to be turning to jelly, and he slowed to a weak jog, panic in his chest.

 The beast was suddenly upon him, lunging at him with its stinger. It was massive, dwarfing any lance or spear Theo had ever seen. He tried to throw himself to the side, but the stinger caught his chest, glancing off the steel plate with a shower of sparks. It was as hard as iron.

 The impact knocked some sense back into the Sundancer. There was not much pain, but enough to make him angry. He let out a throaty cry into the wind, raising his sword and throwing it across his body. It collided with the stinger with a thud, embedding itself in thick flesh, and as the mosquito recoiled the sword was pried from Theo's hands.

 "Oh, come on!" Theo yelled.


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Age: 23

Gender: Female

Height and Weight: 5'8", weighing 155 lbs.

Speciality: Medic

Appearance: Upon first glances, Meris looks like your average human. She has short brown hair, gray eyes and a slightly brownish skin-tone, with a more athletic build with more muscle around her legs and arms. This is where the similarities end and her status as a abhuman are more open - her ears, are on the top of her head that are pointed and covered in a brown fur.

Her body is similar to an average human, albeit more covered in fur along the chest, arms and leg area. Her irises are instead slits although they are less visible than expected - only visible when they are stared into, with the addition of also possessing canines.

Her bones are hollow, compared to regular humans - making her more quicker on her feet yet also making her bones more weaker than that of a human. They also possess claws upon their hands and feet, albeit most of them hide it under boots and gloves - utilizing them only in case of being attacked in close-quarters.

Uniform: Meris wears the the Cadian Standard Flak Armor, painted over in a black pattern - signaling her belonging to an abhuman strain and an completely abhuman regiment - in addition to a Cadian Standard helmet, that has two slits upon the top for hearing. She also wears gloves most of the time as did most of her regiment.

Armament: Accatran Pattern Mark II Laspistol, Imperial Medi-Mercy Kit, Standard Guard Kit (laspack, cleaning equipment, Primer, food and meat-heavy food)

Personality/Demeanour: Meris is a rather down-to-earth woman, she isn't as fanatical or zealous as some other Regiments or IGs nor is she suicidal in the face of overwhelming odds. She does her job to the best of her abilities - while trying to keep herself and her team alive. She is rather open and friendly when asked - although she won't initiate contact herself, since her status as an abhuman has kept her mostly related to and in contact with only her own species - and the occasional Commisar or General who visits them.

Like most Felinids, she is practical minded. Making use of what is available for maximum effect - be it scavenging on the field for better equipment, being more indepentant than your average guardsmen and bending the orders, in order to shorten loss of life and/or equipement.

Greatest Ambition: Able to serve and live, to the end of her service and retire back to her homeworld. Or an equally nice and/or more safe planet.

Greatest Hatred: Being called a mutant and compared to some mindless beasts or chaos spawn.

Skills: Meris has been trained as a regular Imperial Guard medic - what she can save, who she can save and when she can save anybody - in addition to the regular Imperial Guard training. As a Felinid, she is also able to walk quadrupedial or on all her four limbs - this enables her to easily move on the battlefield, often times hugging the ground yet moving at the average pace of a guardsman.

Her body is more flexible than an average guardsman, in addition as a Felinid her greatest asset is that, she is able to see more easily in low-light or in darkness.

History:

Meris Fixun had been born into the 'middle class' hiver household - they weren't poor nor were they very wealthy. Both of her parents had a degree in medicine, as such she was learning to be a doctor at a young age already. However, the yearly tithe came along - and consricpts were drawn for their ward, this year around. She was one of the 'lucky' ones, whom got pushed through IG training - scoring at an average, yet her skill in medicine was utilized and she was trained as a battlefield medic.

She and her unit had been the 33rd Nightstalker Regiment - as their name intended, they were specialized in fighting in nighttime operations. However against orks this skillset was severly crippled - there were too many orks to able do engage them, destroying ork supply lines didn't hurt their war-campaign much and ork bases were usually dangerous or more dangerous than fighting them on the battlefield.

Meris had been lucky to participate as a medic, since there were alot of wounded during the fighting - and against orks heavy casualties to all regiments was a distinct normality. As thus, most of her time was spent crawling in the dirt - and pulling wounded men and women, away from the fighting. Meris got separated from her unit during the fighting in the City - being stuck with a Guardsman from another Regiment, whom had sustained heavy injuries. Most of her shooting being done from the window against any orks trying to flank her way. She had ended up with around twelve wounded Guardsmen in her little station, most from other groups by the time, the order to assemble had been given.

Even before the charge on the Capitol, their regiment had been already at half-strength - due to their abhuman status, they were more than once on the receiving end of obstructive commanders whom refused to share supplies or support with their unit. It was into their half-year when their call for fire support was delayed intentionally - and when it finally came, the majority impacted their own position. While the Artillery Commander in-charge of their mis-fire had been executed by a Commisar, the damage had been done already and the 33rd was depleted heavily. After the Capitol charge only a few dozen remained of her unit.

Her Regiment and herself had hailed from the planet of Carlos McConnel or planet CMC, in some circles Their planet' original name had been lost during the Age of Strife - later having been found by a Rouge Trader and the Administratum simply naming the planet, after the man. In addition to their weird planet name, their homeworld itself was slightly different from the rest. It had a weaker magnetic field yet was able to sustain life in a complex cycle - most fauna and flora hid or shielded themselves during the day and foraged/grew during the night.

Most of the humans during that time, lived in a single large Hive City - with several super-large factories constructed during the colonization of the planet. However, when the Age of Strife happened, the planet itself collapsed into civil unrest and anarchy - since most of the resources were brought in, from the outside. The Hive City itself was destroyed and collapsed during that bloody war, alongside the planet' only spaceport - with the remaining survivors retreating into the wilderness. Mostly settling around or inside the mega-factories. Attempts to restart the facilities failed, due to the lack of fuel and resources - however the early-Felinids were able to scavenge blueprints and materials, to survive during the first years. The facilities themselves were built in such a way, that they could resist the bombardment of their sun without compromising their interior - enabling them to sustain life inside them.

Eventually, life settled into such a cycle - the survivors hunting/working during the night and resting during the day - this led to their ability to see in the darkness. They hunted mostly game on the planet, since the flora was too toxic to eat. They grew more fur on their bodies, to combat the coldness during the nights. Their ears migrated to their heads, later on - since despite their ability to construct armor and weaponry, some predators still remained dangerous even with modern weaponry. These beasts having evolved to be almost invisible to the human eye.

When the planet was rediscovered and brought back into the Imperium - there wasn't much hatred nor like. The human settlers had evolved into the Felinids of the current time - they remained human in morals and belief yet abhuman almost beast-like in body.

The Administratum recorded around three sub-species of Felinids during that time - those that appeared human with some beastlike characteristics, those that appeared like humanoid felins and those in the far mountains that had de-evolved into horrid beasts. The first two sub-species could be tolerated and put to use, while the third sub-species was mostly exterminated.

The Felinids during that time were organized into Nightstalker regiments - since they proved to be effective in nighttime operations or planets with a long night cycle. They were few regiments then, since their abhuman strain was only constricted to their planet.

The Felinids didn't have much conflict with the Imperium, since they were mostly divided and spread out into many groups. After the Imperium restored their destroyed Hive City did the settlements reconnect - the mega-facilities were restored and turned towards constructing arms for the new IG Regiment, a few being salvaged to repair others with old knowledge recovered by the Adeptus Mechanicus.

With the rise of the Ecclesiarchy and decay of the Imperium - their Regiments shrank in size, with only the more human sub-species accepted into the Imperial Guard ranks. And even then, they are mostly used as simply soldiers due to their abhuman status.

Miscellaneous: In addition to being a medic, she has often times been sent to scavenge for equipment on the field - since she has a knack for being able to move silently and lowly.

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The burly man had taken to his new gear well; it may not be as protective as his old stuff but it did not leave giant red marks from where it was too tight; and he could actually move in it. He spent most of his time reading the pages of the Uplifting Primer that he could not before, be it because of bulletholes in the editions he found or too much dirt. After he finished he pressed his hands together and sighed. If he was the bugger that wrote the rules he would write them differently. But he was not, so he simply grumbled a little before putting the book away.

Afterwards he took to inspecting his new haevy-stubber. It looked like the same model he had before, except not as... dented, bent, and rusted. In truth he found it in that condition, and was not the one to make it so. He caressed the new weapon, and laughed a little maniacally. Now he didn't have a reason to apologize to the under-human that snatched his previous weapon, the silly beast. He spinned the barrels a few times and gasped with delight; it would shoot even faster! Faster shooting meant more enemies of man-kind slain, a simple equation.

After sitting down happily he nodded to himself. His judgements before were right. These people around him were given such a wondrous opportunity to serve their Holy God, and they grudged it? They thought that they were somehow accursed? "Pathetic wretches all of them." he muttered, taking off his armour and other gear. Once he had everything off of him but his clothes (only for decency's sake) he tied it together on his weapon to form a great big bundle. Once he had it ready, he lay down, with a grunt picked it up, and started his regimen of excercise to maintain his strength all for Him. "A broad mind lacks focus." he grunted, with the first lift. A coward always seeks compromise. Grunt. A coward's only reward is to live in fear another day. Grunt. A fine mind is a blessing of the Emperor - It should not be cluttered with trivialities. Grunt. only when he was through with the thousands of thoughts of the day he knew, he dropped the weapon to his side, breathing in and out. Quickly washing himself he smartened up and loitered around the place where the next day they would stand to attention, and then depart for their warzone. As he stood he muttered all of the thoughts of the day he had forgotten and made a mental note to give himself a lashing for each one, along with a specific punishment to make him remember.

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Ninke had not been expecting to be told she had... demolished a play-ball? The Felinid who had now introduced herself to be one Corporal Meris Fixun, a rather upset felinid apparently, seemed to be convinced Ninnke had destroyed something of hers and now deserved an apology. She had been respectful, no doubt due to Ninke's newly appointed rank, but she could feel the anger and frustration radiating off of the felinid from her eyes which looked like they wanted to stab Ninke. She gulped a bit and tried to think back through last night. She didn't remember smashing a ball... in fact the only thing she remembered 'destroying' was that ork head, she had crushed it with her cybernetic leg... come to think of it that head had seemed more round than most others Ninke had seen and had alot of extra metal...

She was only more confused when another guarsdman joined the group, insisting it was probably a good idea to apologize. She seemed confused by the situation, not certain how she as an officer was supposed to... deal with this. Was it insubordination? Should she be mad? Should she punish someone?

Ninke's eyes widened in realization that the skull may have been turned into some kind of... macabre sort of ball. She looked quickly to the felinid, here eyes regretful, "I-I ehm so sorry Corporal! I... I vhas... not right at thee time. I did not mean to destroy your ehm... toy.", she gave a smile of apology as others joined the group. One of which was... a beastman. Ninke could not help but cringe away from the beastly man, taking a step back, "uh-ehm... h-hello... trooper., she managed to respond, clearly... at least unsettled by his appearance. "[/color=palevioletrred] v-vhat ees your name... beastman?[/color]", she stammered out.

(@Rultaos@Bright_Ops@NecroKnight@Dannyrulx)

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Meris mellowed out at that sentence, albeit her sour mood still remained etched on her face. "So long as this doesn't happen again. Or if I make another one, then for this time - if you don't like it, then place stay away, Ma'am," stated Meris. She wasn't in the mood to make another toy of her' from scratch - only to get bashed in by the same stupid and emotional, green Sergeant.

She atleast hoped Ninke was better on the field, than off it. By how the woman reacted, she was surprised Ninke had lasted this long out here. "Also such outbursts aren't very healthy. Need be I got some medicine, incase your sleeping badly at night," added Meris, in her more professional and medic tone.