[System]
Quote: "And who's gonna stop me? …You?"
Alias: Omega
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Family: Mother - Sonya (super); Father - Richard, older brother - Ellis (non-super)

Occupation:
Coming from a family who manages their finances pretty well, Manny makes his money work for him, giving him time to train most days. He does, however, help his father with his construction business quite often.

Appearance:

Manny is 5'9" and about 185lbs. He has a muscular build but isn't massively buff. He does like to show off his arms, so most of his wardrobe is short sleeved or sleeveless.

His 'hero' wear consists of a black base layer underneath a dark grey/black vest. He wears black shoulder pads over the vest which are strapped in place with an Omega-shaped buckle. He wears dark gray fingerless gloves that go halfway up his forearm, loose-fitting black pants with padded knees, and boots with the same color scheme as his vest. On his head, he wears a set of ski-like goggles that wrap completely around his head and a wrap over the top of his head to cover his hair.

Method of Operation:
His home base is in a secret location, but he can usually be found cruising the rooftops, surveilling the city from above. He has enough cooperation with the authorities that he hasn't been arrested yet. Since he can easily take out larger groups, he usually looks out for gang activity.

Superpower:
Gravity Manipulation
Manny can alter his own gravity or the gravity of a given area, the largest being about the size of a school gymnasium. He also uses a few gravity-based attacks. Specific abilities include:

Upforce/Downforce: decrease/increase the effect of the planet's gravity in a specific area
Force Push/Pull: repel/attract objects using force (precision is somewhat limited)
Concussive Blast: emit a burst of force in single direction
Zero Point Gravity: can attract all matter within a small area to a single point in space
Personal Gravity Manipulation/Gravity Aura: can alter the effects of gravity on himself enhancing his jumping ability, allowing him to walk on walls/ceilings, and giving him levitation and gliding abilities (though he can't technically 'fly'). He also uses this power to land harder strikes when fighting and repel things like bullets (he has to be consciously doing this; he's not bulletproof).

Manny is limited to the amount of alteration happening at one time. This includes area of effect, the strength of the alteration, and the amount of time the area is affected.

Reckless use of his power can also cause a good bit of collateral damage, so he has to be careful when affecting the gravity of something other than himself.

Skills:
Since his vigilante work involves frequent contact with bad guys, Manny has become a skilled fighter. He trains at several different gravity levels and, at times, with weighted clothing. He also has very good parkour skills. Also, thanks to his father, he knows a good bit about construction.

Equipment:
Goggles - altering gravity can sometimes loosen up a lot of floating particles
Music player - never goes anywhere without his music

Personality:
Being born a super has given Manny a thick skin when it comes to negativity. He doesn't let many things bother him and humbly recognizes his superiority over humans. He understands the human disdain for supers: some are jealous, some scared, others are just put off by the abnormal. As a matter of fact, he has a certain animosity himself for supers who misuse or abuse their powers. Jeopardizing innocent lives is wrong no matter what a person's genetic code happens to be.

Manny likes adventure and exploration, and living in Millennium City ensures he's never bored. Having powers gives him freedom from a normal human lifestyle and using those powers for good gives him a sense of purpose.

When faced with a challenge, he is confident in his abilities but still errs on the side of caution. He knows how to stay level-headed in most situations, seeing panic and doubt as surefire ways to fail.

Manny tends to keep people in the neutral zone until he sees their true nature. He prefers independence, but still cooperates with others if necessary. He likes to crack a joke or two, whether or not the humor is appreciated. Since Manny has earbuds permanently attached to his head, he tends to quote a lot of lyrics and sing/hum to himself.

Biography:
Manny grew up just outside Millennium City. His father, Richard, owns a construction company which started locally and moved into the city when business grew, and his mother, Sonya, works at the local children's hospital. His parents met in high school and married soon afterward. Sonya revealed her power to Richard a little after they got engaged which she was certain would drive him away, but he was only upset that she hadn't mentioned it sooner. This may had only been because she had a 'good' power, but to this day, he claims that it was because of 'true love'. His mother has the ability to physically heal bio-mass with her singing voice.

Sonya had to pretty much beg for children, the second being an easier sell because the first didn't have powers. Richard's human genes apparently dominated in Manny's older brother, Ellis, so Manhattan is the only child of theirs with powers. Growing up, Sonya helped Manny develop his powers while always urging him to keep it to himself. He didn't quite understand why he had to be so secretive when his mom used her powers for work, but she always told him he would get it one day.

When 'one day' came, Manny was in his late teens and he decided to pack up his things and move into the city. His parents reluctantly let him go, reminding him that the city was dangerous even for a super, and especially for a teenager, but they couldn't change his mind. He needed a place to freely explore his powers, and he promised to never get his family involved or even reveal his relation to them (in case he gained some enemies).

Manny took to the city pretty well and spent a lot of time exploring, but he didn't really get serious about being a vigilante until his brother was injured in a fire caused by a pyrokinetic. Ellis ended up trapped underneath some fallen rubble, and even though Manny was able to rescue him, Ellis was paralyzed from the waist down and confined to a wheelchair. At that moment, Manhattan dedicated himself fully to ridding the city of crime and finding the person responsible for his brother's injury.

Theme Song:
Weapons of Mass Distortion - The Crystal Method

[User]
Manny was used to rescuing people as Omega but hadn't done it that much out-of-costume. The outpouring of gratitude from the groom was a bit unexpected. He watched as Aurora was being treated and was, again, pleased he had been able to come to her aid. Who knows what would've happened to her leg if she had been pinned down like that for an extended period of time. He still felt bad for her loss of the horse.

As the commotion ensued, Manny noticed the blond woman who was giving orders and wondered why she never came to check on Aurora. Surely, if she was the boss or whatever, she would care about the riders, right? It was a bit confusing to him. Here he was, a perfect stranger, and he was pretty concerned, meanwhile she never gave Aurora a second thought.

"If you want to come back at all, your welcome to, I just...I wish I could do something more for you. Cause you have no idea how grateful we are."

"Oh, don't worry about all that. I'm just glad I was around to help. Thankfully, it wasn't any worse than it was." Manny gave a smile and shook the groom's hand. "I guess I'll be back around to see how things are going if I get a chance...sorry about the horse, though, for what it's worth." He took his leave and headed home to get some rest.

[Assistant]
News spread of the incident, and fast. Camera crews and reporters all but kicked down Aurora's door trying to get the story before her mother dragged her to a press conference. The awkward shifting and stumbled words showing all too well that she was out of her element. She hated the sounds of cameras and screaming words demanding to be heard, questions that would almost force and answer. Yet anything to keep her sponsors high, to keep her in the good graces, and a sob story is what she could use.....

Days have passed before Rick was able to get anyone to take the job of fixing up the arena and stable A...that Sarah would approve of. The iron gates staying closed for some time while Aurora herself had to deal with the work of getting rid of Sweet Tea's body. The Filly's tail now hanging solemnly in a stall alongside her previous companion's that have passed her by.

Her leg now sporting painted violets and yellows. Aurora was usually seen limping around, no longer donning the mask of Raven. Least till she could safely run from the cops and Omega. The streets would have to be absent of the skull and eerie screech of a bridal wraith or hellish hound.
Still, what has Omega thought throughout her absence? Hopefully her hunter didn't think she backed out, it was just a rest, a rest and soon she will be as right as the rain that has fallen from the morning sky.

She was already back to light riding. Least for Loki, the great stallion could sense his rider was injured. The shaking leg and slight tilt in her seat whenever he turned to sharply. And so the creature took his steps lightly, causing no problems for the albino on his back, and dutifully responding to even the lightest touch as though frightened he would meet the same fate as Sweet tea. Even if they were in the open pastures, void of looming structures.

The steady rhythm of a slow canter and the strong beat of his heart gave her comfort. More then once would the beauty turn his head and nibble at her boot the same way he would treat a herd mate. Soft nickering and constant fretting, he could tell she was still in distress, a pulling in the back of her mind, one that she clouded over yet still spoke softly of how she was to blame for the problems that risen.

Reaching over to give his neck a pat, she carefully pulled at his mane. The absent bridal causing less sound to tell her where his head was facing, yet it was still nice. She liked the idea she had so much control, almost two thousand pounds and yet just a kind word is all that is needed to get him moving.
Goliath barking at the end of the pasture, Aurora brought Loki into a canter. Riding at the fence line only to realize that large trucks were coming through the gate. "Must have been the construction crew Father hired...McClain Construction?" Bringing him in a collected trot, she rode alongside them. Hearing the laughter and light comments of a grand welcoming being enough to make her smile, all the way to the end of the pasture before she had to pull the stallion up and wave away.

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Sarah herself was waiting for the hired help. Clip board in hand she nodded to the workers that began to file out one by one. "Welcome to Lorell stables, sure you saw the news, my Arena collapsed while my daughter was riding. But before any of you start I need you to sign these, the cheapest animal I have here is enough to pay you nine times over, and I do not need any more damages to my stock, understand? No greeting my horses unless given permission."

She was a harsh woman to say the least. With cold green eyes and a stance the screamed that of a beauty who would turn to a beast at a moment's notice. Still, she got her job done and she would do it well. Leading them through the areas and having her Groom clear the way for their equipment, she shown the collapsed arena, the sand beneath stained with crimson and unturned patterns of the Filly being dragged away from imprisonment. A sad sight that Sarah did not even bat her eye to.

Turning on her heel she extended her hand to Richard, a curt nod before continuing. "Sarah Lorell, myself and my daughter are who you need to speak with concerning the horses, she is the albino. My husband Rick is who you need to speak with for documentation and he is currently in the office. Now, is there anything that we need to do on our part are can you get started?"

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Richard McClain had to respect the professionalism with which Sarah Lorell handled her business, but personally, she rubbed him the wrong way right off the bat. He couldn't really understand the need to be so...abrasive. He himself could certainly be candid at times, but he conducted his business in a much more pleasant manner. The way she spoke to his workers was very near insulting, yet he brushed it off and remained polite and professional with his client.

"We're just going to need you to make sure your staff stays clear of the area. I'll head to the office to take care of the paperwork in a moment. We'll have things patched up in no time, Mrs. Lorell."

He gave the woman a nod and an earnest smile and turned toward his crew.

"Alright, gentlemen, let's clear the debris and get the cherry pickers in here...carefully, please."

Manny walked over to his father and gave him a pat on the back. Though, he didn't officially consider himself an employee of his father's company -- despite being on the payroll -- Manny liked to 'help his father out' when he had the time. The site where he had rescued Aurora seemed to have not been disturbed much save for the removal of the horse.

"So, how long you think this'll take?"

"Few days, tops...glad you could come along, son," Richard said, donning his hard hat. "You said a girl walked away from this?"

"With minor injuries. The horse, however, wasn't so lucky."

"So it seems..." Richard glanced at the red patches and streaks still in the sand. Shaking his head, he spoke to Manny in a slightly lowered voice. "Just help keep things 'stable', you know what I mean? These Lorells don't seem like the type to want to deal with liability claims."

"Gotcha, boss," Manny said grinning and nodding in recognition. He put on his own hard hat and set to work helping the crew.


[System]
Appearance:

(Ah, once again Pixiv fantasia and the out of cliche japanese artists save me from utter nothingness. A minute of silence for Japan's industrialisation)

Age: 42

Gender: Male

Race: Wolfman

Magic: Yin

Personality:
Rothfell is a dedicated hitman. His job requires discretion and attention and as such he has developed a slight lack of emotions. He wears a so called masks so others cannot see his emotions. More often than not he doesn't talk to anybode less he knows them, and is reluctant on making new acquaintances. Most people cannot last long with someone like him. There is an inherent danger. Thought he uses Yin magic, perfectly suitable for his job, he doesn't deal with the witches cult and often takes breaks from his job to hunt mabeasts. Not a friendly person, rather rude to be honest.

Background:
As one of the more Demi of the demi-human races, Rothfell has always enjoyed a unique sensation whenever he met ordinary humans. He felt happy to not be jsut ordinary and so much like them, and considered himself to be better than them. He kept a condescending tone with them, and when the oppurtunity arise to make a living from killing them, he didn't turn down. He was never trained swordsmanship, but his hands quickly adjusted to the weapons and after a few months he became quite decent with them. He would often boast with them, even to knights, often leading to lost fights. In truth he would have stayed the same for the rest of his life, had the Master Swordsman not interrupted. After a friendly duel, he lost so badly that his pride was gone from that day. Since he has been training regularly, becoming more and more favored by those who wanted people dead. He never used magic before either, until one dangerous mission forced him into the corner, where his inner instincts and emotions helped him release an uncontroleld burst of Jin magic, surrounding him with thinck black fog. His magic is still quite weak, but he has been training ever since the day, strenghtening his powers.

Likes:
-Swords
-Dragons
-Weird Artefacts
-Magical Things
-Bunnies
-Demi-humans like him
-Children

Dislikes:
-Knights
-Spicy Food
-Cats
-Smartass People
-People who ask too many questions

Theme: TBA

Hendrick Joseph

Age:
?

Gender:
Male

Race:
Human

Magic:
Rune Magic - Hendrick utilises exotic magic, unlike that you would normally find. His magic revolves around runes, simple graphs or carvings to help cast magic, and enchant them. They work on the very fundamentals magic and mana, and are learned through many years in far away monasterys of the east. They are heavy on movement, requiring the user to do ritual steps in order to cast the spell, and the simplest runes can even be cast into the air, as if the user was drawing on a solid surface, or if the user wishes to utilize anything more than a gust of air, carved into runestones to be used individually or as part of a bigger spell. This magic doesn't replace normal magic, rather finds the way spells are forged, and uses a more elemental way to cast them. The user still uses up mana, but isntead of making their own magic, the mana is funneled into the rune, which can more effectively cast the magic. Stronger spells require significant times to cast, and often more than one runes. These runes cost not only significant amounts of time and precision to craft, but also require mana to be charged up and very specific materials to craft them. Fire type magics will require Fire Blossoms or Magma Crystals to make, Earth would need Dustroots and Mudgems, and so do the other speels need certain elements to craft. The runes are made of runestone, a special type of rock that can be made from the powders of other stones, which makes them very heavy, and larger quantities of runes cannot easely be carried without limiting the users movement. Furthermore after casting, the runes will turn into powder, which can be crafted into runestones once again, given that the user collects the fine dust that remains.

Divine Protection:
Monk of the East - Blessed with the understanding of deeper magical connections, Monks of the East can cast runes and gylphs. Their understanding of mana, and how it affects all living beings helps them stay healthy, live a longer life, and aim for vital points in combat that can block the mana flow of the adversary.

Personality:
Hendrick is a subtle person. Calm and collected, his years of training made his mind a shrine for the soul to dwell in. Always out to help others, and teach them the way of the monks. He despises both light and dark, good and bad and instead focuses on the state of neutrality. His only goal is to find enlightment, and the road he takes to achieve it can be anything. He evades law, bud abides justice.

Background:
Hendrick was born, raised and trained at an off the grid monastery of the Monks of the East. They are a secret that is passed from father to son, and most of their inhabitants never leave the compunds that they were born in. Their society is one of isolation and inner harmony. However, a selected few that are chosen at birth are trained as warriors and priests through their life. These few are the ones who venture out into the world, and seek their fortune in the great beyond. Hendrick was trained since he was able to wield a stick as a weapon, and trained for nearly 20 years. When he wasn't sparring, he learned the arts of magic from the sages of the monastery. For 20 years, his life was eventless.

Description(cause why don't we have these, really?):
Hendrick is a blind monk, trained in the arts of magic and martial arts. He likes to use his staff more than his spells, but if things go downhill he will not avoid spending all of his mana and runes. He is an expert fighter, but will never result to lethal moves. He is blind, but his senses give him a much better understanbding of the surroundings than if he had vision. he can "see" things he can hear, and he senses the mana around him, creating an image composed of multiple layers in his head. He can "see" in a different way, a way that can be much better for some things, and incredibly crippling for others.

When he reached 30, he left the monastery to try his fortune.He would return every 5 years to bring news about what is going on in the world. He would travle to many kingdoms and khaganates, learning secrets and improving his abilities. After his last return home, he set his sights on Lugnicia, a kingdom that would surely offer much enlightement to someone like him.

Likes:
-Peace
-Silence
-Nature
-Strawberry Muffins
-Martial arts
-Cats

Dislikes:
-Noise
-Duality
-Alcohol

Theme:

[User]
~Kyojin~
@Rune_Alchemist

Smiling brightly he could not help but accept his friends support, as little as he got he has always been strong enough to simply push through it and be tough, but sometimes it was just good to get it. With a chuckle and shake of his head he took another mighty sip of his ale, feeling the smooth alcohol refresh his throat and give his tired body a little bit of a jump start.

"Well I have been thinking about hunting for a while, but since I am far too large for a normal bow and not really.. sneaky, I thought hunting something that actively tries to kill me would be a better fit! Bwahahaha!"

With a deep laugh he listened to the mans complaints about his inns rooms, of course that was a issue given that they were likely full of his junk.. Though that being said it was still very much HIS junk that needed to be cleaned out and then stored somewhere for them to become usable. Of course being not only Kondo's friend but also a all around kind giant he would offer to help him out, though he never expected anything to come of it. After all the man was only interested in making some money off the place before he sold it on, well that and the basically free ale and the like that he could chug down day after day!

"Well, if you ever need help cleaning them up just ask... Do you hear something?"

Turning his head past Kondo he spotted the black ears first and then the blur that followed, it almost running right off the balcony and down into the street! With reflexes not normally seen in his race he raised his hand in front of the women to prevent her from going any further, he would feel bad if she went splat! Thankfully she had the good sense to stop, still she was so full of energy he half expected her to just bounce right off!

"Umm..."

Following the raising motion he placed a hand on the back of his head and stroked it as he peered over to Kondo, wondering if he had anything to add to the frantic repeating of his name. Still what really caught his attention back was the mention of finding a girl, and at first he was going to congratulate her on finding someone, until she said she was lost....

"Keeping a lost person is against the law, I am pretty sure of it... I think. Well at least she knows our names now. Where is she?"

[Assistant]
Avery Ackbar Celestia

Avery couldn't help but raise his eyebrow slightly at Dante's response. So he was a 'private law enforcer' then? To Avery that meant bounty hunter or mercenary. Not that Dante being one of them bother the young trap much.
In fact his attire pretty much screamed such a thing to Avery. After all, bounty hunters and mercenaries had their position in the justice system and offered a line of work so they were important. Avery himself would've loved to have become a bounty hunter actually; but he loved being Vesta's attendant far too much. Oh that and the FAR easier life he had being in a rich household.
That was a pretty big bonus to him rather than roughing it up by sleeping outdoors. He needed his beauty sleep after all if he wanted to keep his deceptive appearance up!
"Oh really? So like a bounty hunter? Or a vigilante?" Avery clasped his hands together in a rather cutesy and cheerful manner now. He totally had these guys convinced he was a girl at this stage, not that anyone could blame them. He always put on a rather convincing act which he had mastered these last eight years.
"I've always admired those sort of people...so strong, so full of conviction. They have no ties to anyone, and of course they're mysterious and cool." Avery added with a giggle as he walked over and placed a foot underneath his staff. Half glancing over his shoulder at the goblin currently hitting on him, he shoot him a flirty grin before kicking up his staff.
Effortlessly catching it in mid-air Avery quickly spun around with his hands behind his back and skipped over to the bandit.
"I wouldn't mind too much actually...but my mistress might. She's always telling me not to go off with random men I've just met. Such a bore." Avery pouted slightly before lightly bonking him on the head with his staff, his mischievous smile returning as too the glint in his eye. Almost as if he realised something important, Avery looked upwards and allowed his fist to fall into his open palm.
"Oh and I totally forgot I hate goblins. Especially one as ugly such as yourself. Sorry~" Avery loved being such a huge tease. And the goblin had made it so easy to mock and tease him at the same time. With that insult done, Avery now began skipping back over to Dante, a quite content smile spread across his feminine face.
"Though I wouldn't mind going on one with you Mr Dante." Avery gave Dante a teasing wink before turning away and giggling. Almost as if embarrassed.
"Although that's only if you can help me hide. My mistress is quite cross with me right now, that's why I was running. She gets quite scary when angry so maybe lying low would be a good idea for the rest of the day."

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Truly annyoing were the two words that have been circling Grian's head this whole time. So much trouble for 80 silver. He should have left this girl alone. But he never imagiend a Knight comnig here with a guy jsut as weirds as this one. And then this brat lied to the knight that he was a trafficker. Sure he wasn't the most honest businessman but he was deeply upset by being called something like that. There are others in his line of work that could possibly be such scums, but certainly not him.

 " Might the two of you provide me with your names?"

As the knight asked Grian was cut from his line of thoughts. He didn't care mucha bout what the woman ins hining armor said, but was more interested in getting away. Thought it was a small incident for now, there was a remote chance he might get caugh for being a hitman, ending up really bad for him. Ont eh other hand he was interested in the connection between the two kids. Could sell an info like that for a lot of money on teh black market if even a knight is unaware of their origin. He could easely make much more money than the 80 silver coins he lost if he was to sticka round. After all what kind of honest man would blame a kid for losing mere 80 silver. And what not so honest man would turn down an oppurtunity to make loads of money. If nothing else he can snatch one of the statues the girl was holding, and sell it for a small miracle in some shady pawn house on the city's far end.

With a completely changed attitude he answered the knight. he was longer interested in those 80 coins. But sticking here to see what info he could get requied some finesse. And words were a lot different from simple swordplays. "My name is Grian. A pleasure to make your acquaintance." With a broad smiled he bowed before the woman. There was no shame in playing the officals. And as lnog as the knight was as interested as him, there was ought to be a lot of information to get. He was even willing to get friendly with this little brat that caused him so much trouble. He glanced at the girl and sent a fake, but probably legit enough smile towards her. No need to keep up the thought guy act. He was searching for more here than money.


[System]
Rank: Lieutenant

Age: 26

Biography & Concept: Born the second son of the esteemed Caladwarden family, who's lineage reaches back to the first millennium of human space exploration. He was one of three, his older brother Brandon having been groomed to succeed his father as a representative on the Cinnabar Senate in which his father is a prime member. His young brother Gridor placed in administrative duties on their island home estate. Kaiden was raised to be a military man, representative of their family's old notions of loyalty and homage. There needs to be at least one member of the family in the Cinnibar Navy, and Kiaden has grown up with such expectations and responsibilities. Though his brother Brandon did sign on for a brief period to learn his worth and to show his dedication to the Republic.

It gained him an edge on the officer's exam for Lieutenants, and he passed with relative ease. His contention with his father however came at the death of his older brother, who died during a brief skirmish. Kaiden was given leave to convene with his family, whereupon his father ordered him to relinquish his duties as a Lieutenant and take Brandon's mantle as the first son. Kaiden refused, preferring to make his own way in the Navy rather than relying on his family's influence to gain notoriety. He had always been independent minded, and if he hadn't already a knack for the officer's life he likely would have defied his father long before the Brandon's death. His already rocky relationship with his sire plummeted into them parting ways with harsh words and even harsher sentiments.

An oddity, this "prince of the isle" does rather enjoy lowborn commoners. He speaks easy enough and is no stranger to hard work. But he always tends to have an air or superiority and education most can find grating. Ever rebellious, he was involved in a few low-end scandals with servants and young women cooks at his family's estate, being rather good-looking with a smooth, deep voice that can be used to flutter hearts or send men to battle.

Here's hoping he can muster up a good battle record with his meager gifts, because war has just begun...
@Penny

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Senior Lieutenant Kaiden Caladwarden was in a very unlikely position: Namely, he believed the Captain was being too harsh on Sabatine, or too lenient on him. He did not deign to try and see which he truly leaned toward further, but despite his desire to keep his military record as clean as his esteemed bloodline, he wasn't about to let his lineage keep him from getting his due. He watched Captain Micha watch Hickoring walk away, his visage both disdainful but thoughtful in a sense. Kaiden did not try to know the Captain's intentions. It wasn't his place to ask.

"Sir," The Prince said.

"Yes, Lieutenant?" He asked, tone a bit less confrontational. Kaiden would later curse himself for speaking out here, but his honor overrode his better judgement.

"Sir, I lead the expedition. Regardless of my ignorance, I insist I am to share in her punishment." He declared, already seeing the dismissal in the Captain's face. True he wasn't aware of the extent of the order he had previously given, but he knew that what they had been doing was against regulation and easily could be seen as insubordination.

"Lieutenant, that is admirable." Micha conceded. "But I have made up my mind. I still need a fresh Lieutenant to help me in other matte-"

"Fair warning sir, if you do not give me anchor watch, then I will perform an act that warrants it."

Captain Micha blinked as if struck. "Excuse me?" He asked, deathly quiet. He was about to approach Kaiden with all menace, until his spinelessness caught up to him. Kaiden took it as pragmatism, but Micha simply did not wish to get on this royal man's bad side, nor cause further problems for his crew. "Lieutenant, you're walking a fine line here. Very well, you're on anchor watch. But only for two weeks, and I want you and your fellow officer to still perform your regular duties with as much diligence as if you had just come back from leave, do you understand?"

"Yes sir, thank you sir." Kaiden replied, saluting with a will. He tried not to seem too pleased. He also realized the irony, not wanting his blood to give him special treatment, only to use the leverage it already gave him to give him his due. He'd leave whether it was right or wrong to the philosophers; or Bushman and Harwen. They'd discuss it until the system's star became a white dwarf. With that, he spun on his heels and was dismissed, marching out of the bridge and rubbing his temples, unable to understand why he was so fucking stupid sometimes.

He nearly ran into Tilda, who popped out of the side corridor in her business attire. A pencil skirt and a fashionable jacket over a cream white top. Where she kept all of her clothes, he had no idea.

"So, ready for dinner tonight?" She asked, smiling.

"About that..." He muttered. "I'm on Anchor Watch."

[Assistant]
5 Days Later...

"Extracting," Sabatine reported, wincing for a moment as the inside of her eyelids were stretched over her entire head. The RCS Viceroy slid into the sidereal universe after its four day voyage. Sensors reported they were within a light second of the Bromley Belt, which was a damn fine piece of astrogation on Micha's part. Sabatine rubbed her eyes as she reviewed the sensor returns. Bromley was a minor mining system in the Raleigh Stars notable only for the iridium it produced. Iridium was an ultra dense ultra heat resistant metal which served for, among other things, the high drive thruster linings of starships. It was rare enough that its refining was profitable though in this case unpleasant. Bromley was a moon of a gas giant that rejoiced in the name of MXD-41. The giant's gravity had trapped an asteroid belt of unusual mineral wealth, which had lured humans to an otherwise unprofitable system. Bromley itself was an ice ball, its few settlements located around geothermal vents which sank deep into the worlds core, small starships collected asteroids, or blasted them appart in orbit and then hauled the rocks back to Bromley where industrial smelters reduced the rock to the marketable ore. Often enough the miners were family operations, a few extended households operation a couple of leaky tubs and installing a refinery in a crater in the ice sheathed surface blasted by a meteor.

"Multiple contacts ma'am," Ottis piped up, following procedure even though all the officers were no doubt studding the sensor feeds now they were back in sidereal space. Following the incident at their last planetfall Ottis appeared to be making an effort to smarten up, or perhaps the training at the academy was finally kicking in. Perhaps to the realisation that his crew wasn't going to leave him hanging had improved his outlook. Sabatine glanced sideways to where Kaiden sat at his console, monitoring the ship. They had spent most of the past five days in each others company, she had been surprised that Micha had set him to the anchorwatch as well, given the Captain's usual attitude towards the aristocracy, but Kaiden hadn't complained or sulked, merely done his duty as effectively as he could. Things could still grow tense between them, particularly as they settled into their new roles, but she no longer felt the flare of anger when he walked into the room she initially had. Of course this made her all the more aware of the shame she felt for her own part in the aftermath of their break up. In some ways she missed the anger, it had at least been easy to categorize.

"Mostly tramps, five hundred tons or less, one heavy ore mule, two thousand ton Marie Delgado out of Cofkan's World," Sabatine reported. The called up the sailing directions on Cofkan's World and was unsurprised to discover it was a world in the Sack Cluster, a group of worlds in which the Alliance and Cinnabar had little interest. The third rate power of Novi Svirdlosk claimed loose sovereignty over it, but Sabatine would have been surprised if anyone on Cokfan's World had ever hear of Novi Svirdlosk.

"Any sign of the pirates that were reported Sir?" Ottis asked looking hopefully towards Kaiden. That was the nominal reason for their village, though in truth it was more to keep mobile and provide a difficult target for a sudden Alliance incursion, but Sabatine couldn't blame the boy for being eager at the chance for action.

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"Keep the ballast steady lads." Kaiden said on the link, watching the real-time scan on the ship's superstructure. The vickie flared up with heat as they made it into the sidereal universe, functions now requiring to abide by the laws of thermodynamics with a bit more surety. Kaiden had gotten quite good at keeping the ship maintained, monitoring communications, cabin structure, life support. He could even see the status of the guidance systems, though how they were being used or much of the nuances to the system wasn't able to be accurately translate on the screen. Satisfied the ship was stable for now, he switched the screen over to the sensors like everyone else was, listening to the exchange between Ottis and Sabatine.

"I doubt there's pirates, Midshipman." He retorted, unable to keep a wry smile from his face at a myriad of ironies on Ottis' question. Kaiden switched the monitor back to recheck the systems, speaking idly. "You know I hear a favorite tactic of pirates is kidnapping."

That had Ottis stop asking questions, and he noticed Sabatine giving him a look that he knew better than most was silent but amused approval. Kaiden checked the sensors. "Confirmed on the tramps, Captain."

The two of them had been on their duties like clockwork, losing themselves in the hard work and sometimes monotony of the tasks they had to perform. Kaiden still felt a bit stressed around Sabatine at times, but he also found himself thinking back to when they had started dating. The odd bit of feelings that flared up sometimes when one thought of a prominent ex in their life. Like an illness. It appeared for a bit and made one feel out of themselves and then would leave for around ten months. Only this seemed to be persistent. Maybe it was the tedium of some of his duties that made his mind wander as she worked beside him. Whatever it was, his rational mind did not like it. He was glad Tilda freed her schedule for him when he got off his duties. She was a good distraction.

Kaiden switched back to his sensors again, only for him to blink in suspicion in a way Sabatine would notice. "Captain Micha, one of the tramps is unregistered on the flight log." Kaiden realized, having checked the OLN (Orbital Logistics Network) and retained it with a memory like a steel trap. It technically wasn't their concern, but they had been granted to take note of any suspicious activities no matter how mundane. "Lieutenant, see if you can locate the tramp's trajectory so we can hail them." He said to Sabatine.

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The system was surprisingly busy, with two dozen or more small craft operating in a relatively tight space. Sabatine narrowed the plot position indicator and located the tramp freighter. Its high drive had cut off, an easy thing for sensors to register given the noisy electromagnetic signature of matter/antimatter annihilation. She frowned, that was an odd action so far from any obvious landing zone. The frieghters transponder identified her as the Brother Kamal, without a logged home port.

"Sir, I think the Kamal is about to enter the matrix," she reported a second before the ripple reported on the sensors and the ship vanished into the infinite bubble universes that surrounded the sidereal.

"Velocity at time of exit was too low for them to be going anywhere," Sabatine continued. Velocity could be multiplied by taking advantage of different constants of mass and energy, but you needed to have something to multiply to make the effort worth while.

"A local tramp spooked by the arrival of a warship, nothing more," Captain Micha replied. They were speaking over the command channel, a necessity given the noise of a warship under high drive acceleration, but she hadn't been aware Micha was monitoring the conversation though she shouldn't have been surpised.

"No flight plan sir," Sabatine reported her voice not quite a challenge but definitely disagreeing. Micha snorted.

"Please Lieutenant, this is the sticks, its a wonder anyone files anything at all," the captain replied.

"Aye sir, but he spotted us within second of our emerging from the matrix, pretty good sensor watch for a backwoods freighter," she countered.

"Probably just spooked because of the reports of pirate activity," Micha responded with a trace of asperity in his voice. That was a possibility of course, though it had been the only ship to react in such a fashion to their arrival. Sabatine let it go, in all likelyhood the ship would emerge from the matrix in the next few minutes a little abashed but better safe than sorry.

"Yes Sir," Sabatine responded with a shrug. Perhaps the captain was right, but there was something about the situation that sat poorly with her. She fought down a grin, maybe she was just as eager for action as Ottis was.

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Captain Micha was a hell of a Captain when it came to logistics and navigation, but Kaiden had to disagree with his assessment of the situation. Kaiden wasn't certain it was something the crew of the Vickie should take care of themselves, but it was clearly apart of some illicit activity. If it looks like a horse, walks like a horse and sounds like a horse, it's probably not a Zebra, his former aide de camp used to say. He missed Bertram sometimes. The man had been old, but reliable and undoubtedly predictable in his loyalty and punctuality. Tilda was young and entirely unpredictable, at least in the way women you fancied could be. She was a good aide de camp however, with all the reliability of Bertram...not to mention a few other things he enjoyed.

Almost as if she had read his mind or planned for him to think of her, she appeared with the dispatches he had asked for on local ship activity, quicker than he would have expected. Miraculously, it was a log on all activity the past three months. It almost did more harm than good to Kayden, until he opened them up and realized Tilda had already marked down every instance in which a ship matching the Kamal's description had exited and entered the local area.

"How did you..."

"I listened in on the way here and decided to make it a bit easier for you." She said, her face pristine save for the small smile she had on her lush lips.

"Remind me to make it up to you." He said, eyes pouring into the pages whilst still gauging the ship's systems every now and then to make sure the vehicle was still operational.

"I plan on it." She whispered in his ear with a suggestive tone that sent a thrill up his spine. He did his best to ignore it, and she simply stepped back and took a seat behind everyone, watching them work like a hawk, or a hound at attention, awaiting orders.

"Sabbie, come here." He remarked, clearing his throat and saying louder because of Tilda's appearance. "Lieutenant, look at this." As he turned the page, the fabric loudly 'fwapping' in his hands.

According to the log, the only ships that matched the Kamal's tramp model was from the Tarlock Trading Company that shipped minerals and spices every fortnight, give or take a few days due to activity and mismanagement on the corporate side. Today was nowhere near any previously scheduled movements for such ships. It could potentially be a new schedule or unexpected shipment, but without a flight plan...


[System]
Gender: Male

Age: 19

Place of Birth:
Buckhead

Sexuality:
Straight (I know, how creative of me)

Relationship Status:
Playboy

Occupation:
Owner and CEL of Conway Industries, the largest producer of fire arms in the South East

Power:
Ashton's power is to allow his body to create extraordinary forces of power physically impossible to any other normal human. What does this exactly entail, you may ask? Things such as a punch that could put a hole through a wall. Steel plating. If hard enough, a building. Clap his hands together to create a sonic boom, slam his fist on the ground like a hulk smash, launch himself with one of his legs to hurl himself at a great speed or leap a great length. He can also use his power to create a force to negate another force. Shot with a bullet? Equal and opposite force exerted on it to stop it, smush it, send that bitch flying. Same for say a truck, but would require much for effort. The amount of effort he puts into each force wave, if you will, determines the power, area of effect, range, etc. It requires more power to have it reach farther and effect a wider area. To not completely screw himself, Ashton usually uses minimal force waves at precise intervals when necessary to minimize costs. However, if a desperate of enough situation arrives, he might need to King Kong that shit.

Cost of powers use:
Every time he uses his powers, a certain part of his body, depending on the part of the body that does the exertion, goes into temporary paralysis. The area of which is paralyzed, the severity, and how long depend on the amount of effort. If he, say, flicks a quarter through a wall, his two fingers may be extremely numb for a short amount of time. Seconds or minutes, depending on DM discretion. Punching a person so hard he flies across the street and into an old lady's flower shop? His whole arm would be completely paralyzed for a good length of time. Hopefully not an insane amount of time. And if he happens to full on line backer tackle a cruise ship? He'll be laying there for a little while. Probably wondering why he tackled a cruise ship.

Appearance:

Ashton has dark brown hair, thick and lush, his naturally wavy hair is usually slick back like the picture is shown when being business like. More causally he will mess with it, gel it to the side, maybe go for the "just got out of bed" look, he enjoys styling his hair. His eyes are a bright blue, piercing and bright, it almost looks like they glow in a dark room. His skin is fair, although usually tanned due to the nice south sun, his skin is blemish free and usually clear for the most part. As for facial hair, he likes to keep a little bit of stubble, like a five o'clock shadow.

Broad shoulders, athletic build, standing in at 6'2 and 220 pounds, he's built like a football player. And, well, he was. In highschool he used to do lots of exercising and weight lifting, but in the last few years he has kept in shape at the home gym despite the very busy life of a businessman.

After "changing", a small symbol appeared dead center in his chest. It's three small black shapes, similar to the black half of a ying yang symbol. They are arranged in a circular pattern, it's about the size of a quarter. When a parts of his body is paralyzed, the symbols duplicate and create a trail to the paralyzed area, where the symbols cover it.

Skills:
Ashton was a business man for a short time, living with his dad all his life, as well as being a quarterback in high school and captain of many sports teams including basketball, football, baseball, and volleyball in high school. Debate team, scholastic scrimmage, he is a leader through and through. He likes to call audibles on the play, lead the charge, and do things his own way. Usually they're good ideas, he's a bright guy, but not all his ideas are good. Even if he thinks they are. Besides the obvious athletic skills, being the owner of a large gun producer, he's been shooting guns since he was a little kid. He's not some top marksman shoot somebody half a mile away, but he's shot a gun before.

Personality:
A kid who is rich, got whatever he wanted it when he wanted it. Didn't see his parents much, went to a private school. Some spoiled rich kid right? Confident, cocky, pretentious asshole. For the most part, all of this is true. However, since the incident, his life as he knew it had been crashing down around him. Shame, humility, being humble was a hard thing to do. Ashton never knew how to shut up sometimes. He's faced situations where money would not help, and it sucked. Right now he has a better than everybody else attitude that is slowly being unraveled by the "oh shit" symptoms. Some things like deep emotional bonds are lost to him. Yes he's good with people, has an addictive personality, flirty, charming. But beyond that mask of illusion he is an empty shell emotionally, relying on pure raw lust as romantic emotion and having a loose concept of family and close friends. The closest thing to friend he could think of was trade partners. This hallow emotional shell is slowly creeping to the surface, and the reality check is starting to put him in check. He tries to put up his swagger and confident and put up this big front, just to hide that behind the wall there is nothing holding it up.

History: Born and raised in Buckhead, Ashton had a silver spoon in his mouth. His father was the founder on Conway industries, and his mother was an ex-model trophy wife. The two of them were always on trips and vacations and meetings, so Ashton bounced around several maids and servants to raise him in a big penthouse. He was very distant from his parents as a child, and saw them sparsely as they would come home between their travels, hug him goodbye, and then leave again.

School was normal for Ashton, at least, normal for going to the most expensive private school and getting a personal tutor. At the age of 12 his mom was diagnosed with cancer and shortly died, leaving his father his only parent. The death of his mother was saddening, but not as traumatic as it should be, considering he never really saw her. He turned to sports to get his mind off of things, deciding to spend his time taking advantage of his natural athletic ability. At the times he was home, his father actual did spend time with him, but it was just talk of business deals and offers, about his work. It was things he would say to his now deceased wife and had nobody left to tell, needing an outlet. However, all this business talk and strategies would help later on, and his father once told him that down the road he would pass the business onto him once Ashton went to college.

At the age of 16 life was good, he had already won state championship for football being the quarterback, had a pretty girlfriend, good grades, experimenting with drugs at parties and drinking, driving a Lamborghini around. Life was good, but then some adult shit hit the fan. His dad died of a car accident and the family business was being left to him when he turned 18, the company being run by the Vice President, whom Ashton considered a friend. Ashton squeezed the last two years of blissful highschool goodness he could before he got thrown into the business world, going straight from high school and running his own business. His father's teaching helped, along with the Vice President, and he spent two straight years in the constant cycle.

Once the gala incident hit, everything changed. Ashton soon lost a lot of his business, so he had to leave the business to his Vice President again to stop the loss of profits. His girlfriend flat out dumped him as soon as it happened, and once a girl knew what he was, he wanted nothing to do with him. Fewer and fewer stores and banks let him in, and he found himself driving his Lamborghini in circles around the city. He grew up with material things filling his life, family and friends and love were things he did not need. Or so he thought. Now, his money got him nothing. He was a freak. Alone. A depressed, lonely, shell of a man in a Lamborghini and a several thousand dollar business suit. There was no amount of money that could buy his life back now.

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Clearly, this was no time for jokes. But Violet seemed to think otherwise and Ashton even went with it. She could understand why Violet would say something like that, given that she was young and could be turned into lighthearted jests. Though someone like Ashton was someone she did not expect to do that. But oh well, they were still teens after all. The blond haired bodyguard quickly followed behind Ashton as they began making their way to the front.

The blaring music beat against her eardrums, the constant moving of the people in the bar, the flashing lights - everything was distracting her. She couldn't hear the SWAT team nor can she see them. Were they already inside? It irritated her but it did not seem that people were even paying attention to them, armed and ready to kill.

The moment they stepped out, Luna heard a small clank. A canister. Almost immediately, everything in her body moved. She held no responsibility for any of them now - to Ashton, maybe, but their contract had ended and they were just simply travelling together as per agreement. She heard Violet speak, talking about getting Jennifer's, she assumed, car and giving her the keys to Ashton's car.
No time to argue. She dropped the keys in the teen's hand and then left.

Luna raised her gun but she felt someone push down the automatic rifle and then deliver a punch to her face. She managed to dodge the punch but she lost the rifle in the process. "Come now, Ms. Yvilkov, you should just surrender." The SWAT member was armed with only a handgun but it was already pointed at her. She raised her hands, looking like she gave up. "Good." He moved towards her, lowering the gun ever so slightly.

Chance. Take. Luna grabbed hold of his wrist, pulled and then sent a kick towards his face and then quickly letting go. The male was disoriented and the gun was now on the ground. "I'm surprised you know of me and you still carelessly moved towards me." She said. It's hard to fight with someone like him.

"Tick tock." The man said with a small chuckle and Luna realized that the gas had already spread towards her. Her eyes burned and she quickly slapped her hand over her nose and mouth but it did little to protect her. She glared at the man before turning around and running away. Get a car, and quick. She blinked multiple times but knew that teargas wasn't exactly easy to expel from the body. Once it's there, she had to hope against all odds that she would be able to perform her duties properly.

The SWAT member quickly tried to grab her to restrict her but she judo flipped him before coughing violently under the gas. No time to spend trying to get this guy to black out. She needed to get to at least one car. Her eyes were blurred and she felt tears stream down her face as a reaction from the gas. This wasn't going so well, she knew it. But with the SWAT member after her still down and hopefully the others too busy with her groupmates, she would actually get to the car.

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The SWAT officer had placed Jennifer in the back of a black SUV, her hands remaining uncomfortably handcuffed behind her back, and in a matter of seconds they screeched away from the chaotic scene, that of confused bystanders and club goers who had flooded outside into the parking lot to see what the commotion was all about.

"You haven't read me my rights, you know," Jennifer added to break the silence after some time. In turn, the officer—who had by now taken off his helmet as well as his gas mask—only looked at her through the rear-view mirror. She stared back, but she was once more met with silence save for the typical traffic noises of a busy city intersection.

"But you don't have to," she sighed as she finally accepted the fact that this wasn't a typical arrest. Jennifer leaned her head against the glass window. She figured that she might as well attempt to track their path through whatever familiar road they drove through, if only to figure out where she was eventually going to end up.

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A little while later, Jennifer noticed they pulled up into the back parking lot of some tall, grey building. She was helped out of the vehicle and ushered through a back door. It was getting late at that point and Jennifer couldn't help but wonder whether she was going to get any sleep at all.

"Have a seat," the officer finally said after opening a door and motioning for her to seat on one of the chairs on either side of the table. Jennifer did as she was told and then waited in the all too quiet room.

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Everything had been a bit... chaotic. Suddenly tear gas was pouring in, and being at the front, Ashton rolled up and to the side to get away from the main concentration of it. Being outside, it would disperse much quicker. Suddenly swat officers were on them. His bodyguard was holding her own, punching and flipping people before running off towards a car. But it wasn't his car... she had the keys for it. Wait a minute, did she really give that little girl the keys?

As soon as he was about to run after Violet for his keys, he saw an officer grab Jennifer and handcuffing her, dragging her to a SUV. "Oh no you don't." Ashton growled, sprinting off towards their direction, gun in hand. That was, until he felt a sharp pain in his side right after a blasting sound came behind a car. It was the bean bag shotgun.

The former CEO crumpled to the ground, clutching his ribs as the SWAT officer walked towards him. Gun aimed at him, he kicked his gun away from him. "Get up, freak."

Ashton just smirked, spitting at him before enough bean bag round hit him straight in the gut, making him cough a little blood. Damn those hurt. As he knelt on the ground, the officer put a hand on his shoulder and tried to drag him up. That got him angry.

While getting up, Ashton's body had a mind of it's own, his arm swinging forward as his fist connected with the man's ballistic vest. Normally this would do nothing, and not hurt at all. But boy did it hurt. The officer went flying backwards, smashing into the passenger side door of the cruiser and leaving a person sized dent in it. Out cold.

Ashton breathed heavily, not being able to feel his whole arm at all as he felt marks burning themselves into his skin. He wouldn't be using that arm in a while.

"Gotta... find Luna. Jennifer's gone. Kid has my fucking keys." Muttered Mr. Conway, reaching down and grabbing his pistol with his good hand. He made his way over to Luna, or at least in the direction where he saw her go, coughing every so often and wondering how intact his ribs were.


[System]
Female
Age 24
Appearance
5'6"
Lean flexible athletic build
Light skin (Japanese)
Appears to have shoulder length jet black slightly spikey hair from the front. However her hair splits into parts, taking the longer half and tying it together at the neck into a downwards facing ponytail that reaches her middle back.
Medium sized ahoge, more of angular/rigid spike shape, changes based on their mood/emotions. And electrical charge in battle.
Dark drab blueish-gray/steel left eye.
Yellow right eye with a slit shaped pupil.
Eyebrow over her left eye has a slit break in it towards the outer middle.
Irezumi tattoos:
Right arm- Nagasode style sleeve tattoo extending down to her wrist. Nara black wind bars for a background, with a green snake with a red belly coiling down her arm with it's head ending at her outer wrist.
Left arm- Shichibu style sleeve tattoo extending down to her middle forearm. Nara black wind bars for a background, with a blue snake with a yellow belly coiling up her arm with it's head resting on the front of her upper shoulder. Kanji for Mamushi 蝮 (pit viper) tattooed in black on the inner blank space of her forearm.
Back- Her entire back is covered in large nara black ink clouds for a background. And a large tattoo of the giant 8 headed and tailed snake Yamata no Orochi, various flowers, and lightning bolts in the foreground.
Slightly elongated fang canine teeth on the top and bottom as compared to normal people. Teeth are overall sharper.
Ear piercings- Left: Two slim steel rings on their lobe. Helix cuff.
Right: Circular silver stud on their lobe. Smaller steel cuff at the middle of the outer ear/lower helix.
Black painted nails.

Customized slightly oversized black leather asymmetrical moto jacket. Worn unzipped with belt hanging loose.
Steel curb chain necklace that extends down to her chest. Medium sized silver upside down cross pendant.
Zip-up black hoodie. Worn under her jacket with the hood laid over the jackets collar. Worn unzipped often with the sleeves pulled up to her elbows.
Vintage oversized heavy metal band T-shirts, some with the sleeves cut off. Worn over fishnet shirt. (Metallica, Slayer, Iron Maiden, Led Zeppelin, Megadeth)
Long sleeve black fishnet shirt. Sleeve extends into a fishnet fingerless gloves on the left but is cut off at the wrist on the right.
Silver signet ring on right middle finger with an upside down cross engraved in it.
Mokume-gane Ouroboros shaped ring with pink jeweled eyes on left index finger.
Steel cuban link chain bracelet on right wrist.
Steel studded black leather belt.
Steel chain hanging down at her right side. One end attached to a belt loop, the other to a pocket watch manadial.
Worn/faded slim dark indigo Japanese selvage denim jeans. (Black or stonewash alt. colors)
Black with white accents Onitsuka Tiger Mexico 66 running shoes.
Black calf length open toe and heel socks.

Secondary hairstyle reference (Somewhere in between the two)

Close type of ponytail style reference

Raiya specializes in destructive magic. She is a master of electrical spells, and ruinous spells. She has a great foundation in most all Catholic magics as well as some Japanese Zen Buddhist/Shinto magic. As with her fascination of Japan, she also has a great fascination with snakes and has developed snake themed fighting style and magic. Every so often she sheds her skin, this makes her immune to aging. With her magic powers, she also has the ability to control certain light metals.

Raiya's parents, Japanese immigrants, owned a successful Japanese cuisine restaurant chain in New York City. Both parents died in a burglary gone wrong leaving Raiya orphaned in infancy. With a large mana constitution, Raiya was immediately adopted by the Catholic cathedral and put into mage training. Growing up in the New York Cathedral, she always shadowed Felix and thought of him as her older brother. Raiya was always proficient in magic, and her studies reflected that. Raiya achieved the rank Grand-Mage at the age of seventeen. At the age of twenty she was sent with two other grand-magi to investigate the sudden disappearance of a remote village in Italy. The village was razed, not so much as a 2x4 left standing upright. Investigating the trace of mana waves left by the spell she made her way to a nearby mountain where she found on a cliff-side the definite point of origin of the spell. Looking around the point of origin she found footprints. The foot prints looked exactly like the sole tread of a typical Catholic Magi officer. The level of destruction and the fact that the mana waves left by the spell accounted for only one spell, coupled with the footprint meant the evidence pointed toward an Arch-mage or higher to be the cause of the destruction. Once she returned to the Vatican, she provided the evidence in a council meeting. The council thanked her for the evidence provided but stated that they would be conducting the investigation from then on. Even though the council told her to no longer investigate this issue, Raiya continued the investigation on her own. Looking into the records of those who were gone the night of the destruction of the remote village, she narrowed it down to two, Arch-mage Thadeus and Arch-mage Felix. After obtaining this information, Raiya investigated both Thadues and Felix's living quarters. She discovered that Felix had never even worn his uniform boots, as he wore his own more comfortable combat boots. Thadeus, on the other hand, did not have any other pairs of footwear besides the ones on his feet, which were the uniform boots. Learning of this information but knowing the Vatican council would never listen to her, she approached Felix whom she knew was innocent. She told Felix all of the information she had obtained, but Felix brushed her aside saying that the Vatican was conducting their own investigation and to go against their demands to keep the investigation within their selected team would mean excommunication, even if the information was correct. Felix told her that he would not tell anyone about her own investigation, but pleaded with her to keep quiet about the issue until the Vatican completed their investigation. Raiya couldn't believe what she was hearing, that her cold hard evidence was being brushed aside because of protocol. But what's more, that the investigation team was comprised with Thadeus's brother as a member meant surely that Thadeus would never be convicted of this crime. All of this put into perspective Raiya's membership with the magi, and soon after she left the magi and Catholicism altogether. When she left two others left with her, the other two grand-magi that were on her initial investigation team with her. Soon after they left, they returned to NYC. Because the Vatican saw them as Apostates, they froze all their accounts and social security information, forcing them to make money through means less savory. Instead of falling into despair, Raiya and her two peers adopted the shady lifestyle altogether. Through their magic abilities, it wasn't long before they were running the biggest criminal organization in NYC. Raiya still resides to this day in NYC with the other two magi as her right hand women.

Raiya is seemingly devoid of any positive emotion. Her normal demeanor could be described as aloof. She is seen as a hard nosed, unwavering leader. This makes her well respected by her subordinates in the gang she runs. Though, to those who know her well enough she can be lighthearted. She has a short temper and a low tolerance for annoyances. In her annoyed state she has no problem threatening her friends with one of her sushi knives she keeps in her inner coat pocket, or electrocuting them with her magic. She loves Japan, even though she wasn't raised there herself. Her fanaticism for Japan runs so deep that she has Japanese tattoos, and has even taught herself the language perfectly. She is an excellent chef and specializes in Japanese cuisine. Even though she isn't very sociable, the few friends she does have are kept close to her and she protects them.

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Raiya watched the panicked Logan attempt to talk his way out of trouble. And, to her, it seemed as though he made a valid point. However, before he could finish his proposal, the poor birthday boy caught 5 inches of steel to his throat a few times over.

Raiya cocked an eye halfheartedly. "I'm not one to debate strategic decisions. However, it would seem as though we might have actually needed that idiot alive." Raiya said in an uncaring tone. "What should we do now?" Raiya asked.

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Nemo adjusted his jacket, a bit unkempt from the vicious assault he just dealt out. His actions definitely displayed the more frightening side of his impulsive behavior. "I would have sooner thrown the paragon into the sea myself than let that man lay a finger on you. But that was never the case anyways, we didn't need him." Nemo replied. "I swear, people put too much value on their brief chit-chats over manadial. It's certainly not the first time I've encountered that proposal, sure wont be last. But for such a good actor like me, it'll never be of any value." Nemo explained with a grin, putting his hand on his throat and adjusting his voice to mimic Logan.

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Boslan hit the ground from the tackle, but was able to use his mental capabilities to quickly power through the onslaught of visions. He then attempted to push both his hands into Zoey and discharge a heavy concussive shock-wave into her to get her off him.

[User] Well, that would work. Not that he would know that at first. Zoey left a visual clone of her wolf form on his chest while she landed a bit away. She changed back into her human-like form as her illusion changed into bright light, stuck to Boslan's face. Using that distraction, she'd elbow drop him and try to knock him out.

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Raiya felt a bit disturbed by the overt emphasis Nemo placed on, "protecting" her. After a bit of mental deliberation she decided to just ignore Nemo's insanity. Raiya released her sword letting it evaporate into her manainventory.

I mean, if he isn't just being crazy for the sake of it, he is probably just trying to manipulate me. Either way, I won't let anything get in between me and my goal so it's best to just disregard it and focus on my goal of finding my parent's murderer Raiya's mind briefly wandered.

Raiya leapt on top of a shipping crate and sat down on it letting her legs hang off it.

"Well," Raiya said to Nemo with a soft undertone of forced enthusiasm, "That's a useful trick."

[User]
Despite the bright light, Boslan closed his eyes and used his advanced manalysis to locate Zoey, just in time to roll out of the way of her elbow drop. Boslan then levitated himself back to feet and dispersed the bright distraction stuck to him. Boslan had been getting a bit irritated by now, causing him to lash out by sweeping his arm across from right to left, generating a twelve foot tall wall off magic energy that rapidly swept across to hit Zoey. "A persistent one aren't you?" He spat out.

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Nemo didn't face Raiya once she got on top of the container. He instead looked off to the distance in thought. Judging by what I saw happen to Mr. Hunley earlier, that intimate display with her sword earlier wasn't just for show. She must have venom in her saliva. That's an interesting thought.

"Indeed it is. That technique doesn't seem like all that much, but it's been one of my most effective over the years." Nemo replied. He suddenly got an idea, licking two fingers and running them through a lock of his hair, causing it to temporarily stand up. "Hey Raiya," Nemo turned around with one hand still on his throat, "Who am I now?" He asked, a goofy grin plastered on his face. Raiya's own female voice sounded awkward coming out of Nemo. "Do you think that Zoey and Zuri will be fine on their own, or should we swoop in and steal all the fun?"

[Assistant] Zuri didn't know how to stop that huge wave of energy that was heading straight towards Zoey. It was just too fast for her to try to cancel it out, so instead of doing something that most likely wouldn't work out, she aims her staff straight at Boslan and charges up her spell before blasting it straight towards him, the shape of a spear and the speed of an arrow shot from a compound bow. The spell is intended to penetrate any magical shield, so the only way to stop it is to dodge it or cancelling it out with the same amount of force, which shouldn't be easy with the rate at which the spell was traveling at, however Boslan noticing that Zuri was charging up the spell earlier could be a possibility unless he was distracted or too occupied by something else.

[User] Zoey simply fell through a shadow and back up through his, "Persistent? You have to land hits before you can claim I'm tenacious," she bluffed. She wrapped an arm around his neck and started to squeeze. "Now, this little puppy just failed his mission. He should fall asleep like a good little pup and forget he ever saw us," she mumbles through gritted teeth, having noticed the other one had dropped.

[Assistant]
Raiya was a bit annoyed at the voice bit, but what really irritated her and pushed her a bit over the edge was the mock ahoge Nemo managed to erect. Normally she would have suppressed her emotions to not let it bubble out into a physical display of expression. But Nemo's joke got Raiya's goat so efficiently that she could not help but be flustered. Her face grew a bit red as she clenched her teeth and balled her fists a bit.

She turned her head upright violently and scoffed, "That's not very funny." She puffed out angrily. After regaining her composition, her lividity and expression returning to normal, she replied, "I don't know. Both of those girls are oddities. If things turn too ugly we could always step in, though."


[System]
Gender: Female
Age: 24
Class: Sanctioned Psyker

Psyker Power
Divination & Telekinesis are her main fields of psychic talent, but she also possesses two other abilities such as Smite and Storm of Lightning, as well as a rudimentary form of mental communication. Does not possess any noteworthy healing abilities, and she is just as likely to send someone to the warp as she is to heal a minor scratch.

Appearance:
5.8ft tall, pale skin and snow white hair. Sturdy and heavy frame, but still retains her feminine figure despite adhering to a strict physical training regime.

The base of her outfit consist of a simple yet elastic skin tight jumpsuit in dark brown color that is capable of withstanding the vacuum of space as well as provide a decent protection against the elements, though offers little protection versus physical threats. Overlayed on top is a series of armaplas plates that form a chestguard, cuisses, knee-high boots, shoulderpads and gloves stretching back and up to her elbows where they form into a sharp point. They offer good locational protection, especially from the front, but leave her jumpsuit exposed in other places, particularly from her lower back and down to the back of her knees where her boots cover both sides of her ankles. The plates are polished to a light gray color, and almost look like silver. The surface is covered with a series of intricate design and artwork in typical imperial fashion, featuring numerous flutes and ridges across the plates, as well as a couple skull imprints. Above her armor she wears a satin blue silk cloak that hangs down from the back of her left shoulder, as well as a silk loincloth hanging from the front of her belt of similar color. Thrown sideways around her torso is a series of books and scrolls attached by chain.

Running up along the spine of her chestguard is a refractor field generator built into the plate itself, taking form of a small generator emitting a series of horizontal, blue lights up along the back of the chestplate, and shaped much like a human skeletal spine. When activated, a faint, blue and almost invisible barrier appears around her figure.

Her helmet is made out of the same material as that of her armor, and it takes the form of a gothic plated helmet, with a narrow but wide blue glass visor and a longer neck guard extending out behind her helmet. Two plastic tubes are attached to a rebreather device at the bottom mouth piece of her helmet, that stretch out on each side of her neck and down into a small, highly pressurized air tank built into the back of her chestguard.

Her boots are magnetic, and her entire suit when worn enables her to survive in space, and also provides immunity to most chemical and biological attacks. She carries enough oxygen to last for almost an hour.

Equipment:

Main Weapon: Her primary weapon is a two handed power-weapon in the form of an oversized saber with a sleek blade and an extended handle which doubles as a psyker staff, and adorned with sigils, trinkets, technological gadgets and inscriptions. She often uses her weapon in conjunction with her telekinetic powers to amplify its destructive potential.

"Scylla" [Custom-Built Handgun], .50 caliber, 7 round clip size x 3 carried.

Ceremonial Dagger. In essence, just a normal albeit flashy dagger with an adorned handle. Typically only carried for show, but is sharp enough to slice through unprotected skin with ease, and small enough to be concealed without much problem.

Refractor Field. Description under Appearance.

Servo-Skull: Mostly used to store events, data, recordings and scrolls.

Savior – Saved an influential nobleman by foreseeing his assassination, tossing him out of the way of the sniper's bullet with her telekinetic powers and into a big wedding cake instead.

Guide – Saved a band of arbiters from the underworld of a hive world during an uprising by using her powers of divination to avoid the roaming mobs and gangs and reached safety without incident. Not a single shot was fired during their escape.

Hates Surprises – Accidentally electrocuted and sent three of the arbiters she had saved above to the infirmary when they tried to surprise her with a party later. Being so used to foresee danger before it happens, she is prone to freaking out over minor surprises that eludes her farsight.

Fireteam – During an Ork incursion, she helped a fireteam of six guardsmen hold off a much larger band of orks after their sergeant was injured through using her powers of divination to guide their fire, turning what had been originally green recruits into seemingly crack shots. Any Ork that left its cover was immediately put down from long range, and when they mounted a frenzied charge together, they didn't make it more than halfway across the field to the trenches before they were wiped out by precision fire.

Warpstorm over Mordran V - Adrianne was assigned to aid the planetary imperial garrison with culling a lesser greenskin uprising, assisting local Imperial Guard and Sisters of Battle forces with the purging when a warpstorm suddenly appeared over the otherwise peaceful colony world of Mordran V. Trapped on the planet, Adrianne found herself fighting for survival alongside her imperial guard as Chaos Ships appeared in orbit, and unleashed a ferocious invasion of the planet! Though the warpstorm only lasted for two weeks, by the time it had lifted, Mordran V had been transformed from a lush, promising garden world into a lifeless, daemon-infested hellscape, with most of its original population killed except for a few imperial strongholds that managed to weather the storm. Her experience from Mordran V would change Adrianne for ever. What had been a cautious girl that had stepped onto the planet would instead emerge a seemingly reckless with little to no restraint on her powers!

[User]
"Inquisitor. Trooper." Benjamin Duren greeted the two, he sat down and ordered a mug of recaf.
"Good to have you Sarge." Gregor looked over to him, giving him a salute with two fingers. Zhevon bowed his head slightly in respect to the veteran.
He recalled some of Benjamin's exploits. He was a Veteran of Armageddon, making him already very battle hardened against Orks. And he wasn't too shabby at commanding armored divisions either, a good thing too. Inquisitor Zhevon wasn't that good at commanding large groups of people. It was a good mix, Gregor an skilled at destroying armor, and Benjamin skilled at commanding it.

Moments later, the Psyker, Adrianne Valenthin. Slightly taller than Inquisitor Zhevon himself. "You summoned me, Inquisitor?" She plainly asked.
"Yes! A pleasure to have you, Psyker Valenthin. Please take a seat. If you wish, a Sevitor could get you a cup of tea, or recaf." He replied. The Psyker was an obvious choice for his retinue, her abilities in Divination alone made her a valuable ally. He noticed that Gregor slouched in his chair, in a childish effort to make himself unnoticed to the Psyker.

"Senior Naval Armsman Alexei Stukov, reporting as ordered, boss."
"It is good to have you Armsman Stukov, take a seat. Have a cup of recaf if you need it." Zhevon replied. Alexi Stukov had one of the best track records he had ever seen for a Naval Armsman. After a few seconds, he ended up tapping his foot and looking at his watch. A good portion of his team was still missing, it was then that Interrogator Osilus Ramba entered the room.
"Sorry if I'm late everybody, I have no true sense of time nor eagerness in the void of space." He apologized.
Zhevon personally didn't like to employ such interrogation tactics, but he knew that they would be required sooner or later. "No, not at all, we were just starting." Zhevon replied. After waiting for everyone to take their seats, Zhevon began the briefing.

"Now, we're not all here. But do not despair, I came prepared." He assured his retinue, he held up a small stack of papers. "Some educational organizations on some planets call these papers 'greensheets', for some odd reason. Nevertheless, they are useful. The 'greensheet' contains everything I'm about to go over, so if any of us need a reminder, all you have to do is look at the paper." He set the stack down and cleared his throat. He then walked over to the side of the room and dimmed the lights, walking back to the front, he tapped his dataslate and an image came up.

"This is Freire II, a pleasure world, or as others would call it, a garden world, or a paradise world. As you can tell this planet is mostly ocean, with several island-continents. Each island-continent specializes in a different kind of recreation, for example this island-continent specializes in gambling and very flamboyant shows. There are also 'cruise lines' going from island to island, large water borne ships made for pleasure transporting people.
The primary reason why we are going to this world is this; I got a message that a page from some very important book had been stolen, and a number of Inquisitors and their retinues have been deployed to various worlds to investigate and find this page. To be brutally honest, I was half asleep when I received the call, so I'm not entirely sure what kind of page we are looking for.
Anyways, another peculiar thing about this world is that there are numerous feral Ork tribes on this planet that constantly harass the outskirts of the cities here. For some Imperial Guard Regiments, particularly those who are recruited from nobles, they go to planets like these to help their troops gain combat experience. During the day they go and fight feral Orks, during the night, they go to the casinos and shows to have fun. I did some of my own research and noticed that the number of MIA Guardsman from the numerous Guard Regiments currently stationed there is too high and too sporadic.
I cross referenced those numbers with the numbers from other pleasure worlds with feral Ork issues and found that their numbers were much more consistent. Which leads to my belief that there is a cult, or number of cults that are going out to recruit guardsmen to bolster their numbers. Something along the lines of that.
Unfortunately this mission requires a bit of discretion, while our usual mission is to just kick the door down and start blasting Daemons and Heretics, this time we have to take a couple of moves from the Spymasters.
So, I will be posing as a rich Noble, and you will be posing as my bodyguards and friends. We don't want to spook the Heretics away by flashing our giant ]['s around.

Any questions so far?"

[Assistant]
Osilus sat in a chair furthest away from the Psyker woman, the very thought of them cast fear into his heart. From the terrible skirmishes with rogue psykers in past crusades on his homeworld's moon St. Dynames, Osilus had learned to distrust those with such convincing psychic presence. He shrugged the weight off of his shoulders and waved for a servitor with refreshments. The servitor buzzed forward on small wheels on a rather intricately wired platform, upon the tray it held were cups and saucers with tea and other warm herbal drinks of different colours and smells. Osilus poured himself a simple cup of "Rosey-Lee" as they called it on his home planet of Birmea. He sipped the tea slowly savouring the rich and milky taste that filled him with a loving sense of nostalgia.

The 'greensheet' contains everything I'm about to go over, so if any of us need a reminder, all you have to do is look at the paper."

Osilus took the sheet off of the Inquisitor with a nod, the lights then dimmed and once more the Interrogator's lenses adjusted themselves to the light of the room. He listened to the briefing paying attention do every detail and forming opinion, strategy and anything else that could help with the preparation for this mission. He measured the first thing that struck a chord in his thinkings, "Pleasure World". From what he had read Pleasure Worlds or Garden Worlds as his mother would tell him. After the briefing Osilus immediately shot his attention towards Zhevon.

"My Lord Inqusitor, can we hear the name of the island we are going to specifically? Also I assume we aren't going down to this planet dark are we? You do have someone on the inside who can serve as the foundations for this mission?"

[User]
Adrianne had chosen to stand during the brief presentation of the mission, leaning back against the doorway as she watched the pictures intently; appearing not to even blink at all.

Apparently they were to travel to a pleasure world, yet for some reason, Adrianne had a lingering suspicion that their visit was not going to be quite so pleasant.

She had been on a pleasure world two times before. Once as the personal scryer of a rich noble, and relegated to merely sit and watch as he ventured out on the most extravagant and sometimes bizarre fancies. She had experienced that when men of great power and wealth chose to live out their deepest desires and fantasies, things had a tendency to become rather weird. The second time she had visit a pleasure world on her own, she could not remember much of her stay whatsoever; which was perhaps for the best.

But this was the first time she had ever heard of the world Frieri II.

"Any questions so far?"

She remained quiet as Osilus asked the first series of question, watching the interrogator with an uninterrupted gaze. She was not fond of interrogators, nor their crude and primitive ways of extracting information. In her eyes, they were more like butchers, turning their victims into slabs of meat and content if they only got as much as a glimmer of truth or information from them.

They had no finesse, no eloquence; their brute methods befitting little more than the primitive greenskin race.

The mind was to them an enigma, they failed to appreciate the subtle details of the human mind. Sometimes, the best interrogation was the one the subject didn't even realize was happening at all. The mind was such a susceptible and vulnerable thing, and if touched in the right spot, the individual might belch out all he ever knew without much effort.

As Osilius finished his questions, Adrianne was quick to take the moment to speak.

"I can scry the planet's sphere for an abnormalities, tensions or arcane influences. If this missing page is of any major importance or significance, it is bound to leave ripples in the psychic weave of the planet's population." Adrianne explained while looking between Osilus and Zhevon with her usual stoic expression, before focusing her gaze on the latter.

"If I may ask, Inquisitor. What was the median age of the missing guardsmen?"