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Nickname/Alias: Fourth

Age: Unknown, presumed 13

Gender: Female

Appearance:

Biography:
 Much of Shion's past is unknown due to various circumstances beyond our control. However, what we have been able to piece together of her early life indicates that it is highly likely that she was a subject of an experiment similar to that of the Dark May Project. While no records exist of such a project, the likelihood is high. What records of her life do exist show that she was a Child Error who was found alone by members of Judgement in District 19 at the presumed age of five. Simple testing showed that she had a much higher than average knowledge base for someone her age and that she has the barest hint of an ability, barely even Level 1. Interviews with the girl revealed that she had few memories leading up to her being found, and what she did remember strongly supports the theory that she was experimented on by an unknown group within Academy City. According to the reports filed on the incident, she was found wearing a broken electronic bracelet baring the number four on its face and with what appeared to be a broken IV needle on its opposite side.
 After being discovered her background check was unable to reveal any familial information, leading her to be placed under the care of an orphanage for several years. While there her ability slowly developed to the point that it was noticed by the caretakers and she began basic testing for the purpose of discovering and improving her ability. During her time at the orphanage she was able to quickly learn whatever she was taught with the sole exception of history, which she seemed to have no end of trouble with. Her precociousness led her to partially learning and then abandoning several instruments that the orphanage has available for their older charges. By age eight she had found herself helping the caretakers with the younger children, something that they greatly appreciated and began paying her small amounts for. According to them, the only three items she ever bought were a portable music player and two pair of headphones.
 At age eleven, despite being a Child Error with only a year of attendance at formal education and being a year too young to officially do so, she successfully passed the entrance exam for Kirigaoka Girls' Academy. This year her official rank was raised to Level 3 due to her performance is the System Scan and marks her first year at Kirigaoka Girls' Academy in District 18. She is only able to attend due to a rather generous scholarship she received upon the Academy's discovery of her System Scan results, as well as a nearly perfect score on the entrance exam. She quickly obtained the title of "Fourth" due to a combination of her KGA Level Ranking, her name, and the fact that she told the story of how she was found when introducing herself in class. While it is used both affectionately and maliciously by many of her fellow students, she has no particular opinion on the name.

Personality:
 Shion is something of a mixed bag of emotions. While she has no-one that she would call a "friend," there are several girls in her class who consider her one and each of them know exactly when to avoid interacting with her moodiness. The most obvious facets of her personality are her strange sense of humor and her tendency to either be extremely extroverted or, more commonly, extremely introverted and reflective. She is slow to anger when provoked but will easily fly into a rage at her own inner thoughts, and though this is rarely directed at anyone in particular, any who cross her path too closely at such a time will find themselves a target. Due to her stunted youth and frantic childhood she has few truly applicable social skills. One could surmise her general attitude as "somewhat cranky," a fact not helped by her unusual sleep schedule. She often stays up well past any reasonable hour of night listening to or writing music.
 She has a somewhat unhealthy obsession with snakes and an equally unhealthy hatred of insects which have only grown with time. Given the chance she would gladly spend her days in the company of as many snakes as physically possible, simply watching them in their day to day lives. A possible cause of these obsessions is that at age ten she was diagnosed with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder which manifests itself as many odd quirks and a irrational fear of dirt and grime.
 Shion has a notably strange way of speaking, referring to herself with "boku" rather than "watashi" for unknown reasons. She has no interest in changing this habit.
 She is a fan of mostly early 21st century music, most notably western music and vocaloid generated music, something she finds fascinating. She considers it incredibly useful that people who may otherwise not be able to make music can with said programs. Thanks to this, she knows a small amount of english, though not enough to hold a conversation and so little that she does not know the correct usage of most words or phrases, only knowing them in context of the songs. She has no real specific taste when it comes to western music, but she tends to dislike songs about partying or romance.
 To Shion, "interesting" is the highest form of praise. She dislikes boring and tedious things, but anything that can catch her interest will find itself near constantly under her observation.

Esper Power:
 Cryokinesis, coded under "Ice Age." Academy City rating Level 3; Kirigaoka Girls' Academy rating Level 4.
 Removal of heat energy from an area and generation of frozen material. (Most often run of the mill ice.) The process by which this happens is still undergoing study as the ability develops. Unlike standard cryokinesis, frozen material is not only created from the surrounding elements, but also often seemingly appears from nothing. The only material generated entirely not from surrounding material seems to be H2O ice. Studies of the ability's effect on heat energy have resulted in both dispersion and removal of heat from the closed system of the testing environment.
 This ability has a strong tend to shift from more easily altering heat within an area to more quickly and solidly generating frozen material when Shion is placed under duress. In such situations the tendency appears to be both rapid generation of H2O ice and the solidification of elements in the air simultaneously. Often the present elements from a sort of frame that the H2O is then built from, though this process is nearly instantaneous, further suggesting that Shion has little, if any, understanding of how her own ability actually functions.

Skills:
 - Singing
 - Intermediate skill with several instruments
 - Intermediate survival techniques
 - Surprisingly potent street-fighting

Ambition:
 Shion's only goals in life are to learn about her past, make music, and surround herself in as many interesting things and people as possible. While she wishes to uncover the secrets of her early life, she makes little effort to do so, considering it something not likely possible and therefor not worth her time despite how much she wishes to know.

Extra:
 She is almost always wearing headphones. In the rare case that she is not, she is almost certainly in a foul mood. She is also a fan of Gekota, though specifically the standard version almost exclusively. She still collects rare versions of merchandise, but only because of their rareness rather than for the item itself.

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@GreenGoat @NarayanK @Plank Sinatra @banjoanjo @ADamnFiddle @Crimmy

Umeko hated being right sometimes.

That wasn't something she'd ever mention to her partner-in-crime, because he'd parrot it at her whenever they argued. And it usually wasn't actually about being right. Being right was good. Being right was satisfying. The problem came when the thing she was right about backfired horribly. Sometimes with a small explosion.

There was an explosion this time, but it wasn't her fault. And it wasn't very small. Somehow had been hanging around, just like she thought. Someone who committed the crime, maybe, or someone with them. Explosions wouldn't have caused the injuries on the poor woman, so if Umeko had to bet she wouldn't have blamed the same person. But that wasn't the point. The point was that someone hostile was around, and she was headed the wrong way. Camera girl was forgotten immediately, District 32's resident skidding to a stop on the pavement. A voice complained that these were nice boots that the pavement had just abraded. That voice was muffled, buried behind the overwhelming impulses taking root.

The hostile entity was behind her.

And it had fired in Griese's general direction.

She hurtled back the way she had come, sprinting without regard for duration. Antiskill's reaction time would be measured in minutes, and by then whatever was about to happen already would have. Standard advice would be to wait for the professionals. Fuck that. She could see one person on the ground already, the guy who had placed the call. He moved, so he was still alive, but that was all Umeko could tell. These guys were playing for keeps. It was obvious no one was on the ground with them, which meant- up. Top of the building. Two stories up, hostile son of a bitch spotted.

In the span of a millisecond, her plan was decided. And Kawaguchi Umeko growled.

Her course altered just a few degrees, feet pounding the pavement even harder; but no matter how hard they hit, she made not a whisper; a stark contrast to the extreme, frenetic nature of her pace. After a few moments her foot came down hard, pushing off of the ground and into the air.

Both feet came down on the dumpster, and shoved off harder.

Umeko rocketed into the air, high enough to catch the edge of the roof with her palms and turn her remaining forward momentum into a somersault. She felt her reservoir dip, more than she usually liked to use but today was a very special case. A rotation later and she had ditched enough momentum to pop onto her feet, starting to close the distance between her and Son of a Bitch #1 at a jog. She'd hit the roof to his side; if he was paying as much attention to the scene as she thought, she'd have a few moments before he even realized she was on the roof. Helped that her esper ability ensured she made as much noise as a ghost.

He wasn't far. In hand to hand, Kawaguchi was confident.

Hey there, asshole~!

[Assistant]
GEORGE ELLINGTON

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George felt some responsibility for the fake out this whole night turned out to be.

Maybe if he hadn't been bashing Purp's ears so hard, the 'razzi doll wouldn't've wriggled outta his mitts. The 'beatnik' watched in gobsmacked dismay as the other arrival, some brickhouse brunette, popped the clutch and tore ass after the photographer. Well, George might've been a total fat-head in a fight but if it was a chase that needed to be run, he was your guy. He'd have to go hard after this false start though. With a crouch of his long legs, he felt his power swell around him, and he took off with an explosive leap.

Speaking of 'explosive'…

The ear-smashing bang caught the group as soon as his feet left the ground. The edge of the Hot Box dug painfully into his back. There was no time to react, no time to revert. Gravity still borderline eradicated, the kinetic force of the blast threw the boy upwards and outwards, his terrified screech thankfully masked by the noise of the explosion as he ascended past the skyline.

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Taro Tanaka

Taro was upset with failing to get people's attention at the best of times, but now everyone was ignoring him mention that somebody was dead. Didn't any of these people want to focus on somebody that was dead, rather than chasing each other around and getting mad at each other? Eventually, it seemed their attention would be forced to focus on something more important, as an explosion erupted in their vicinity. The poor man that had actually been trying to make a call and do something about the dead person had born the brunt of it. Taro's heart went out to him, but there were more important matters at hand.

One of the others, fittingly one of the ones fixated on chasing others around, immediately rocketed off in pursuit of the apparent culprit. Them being attacked while standing around someone that was dead could only mean one thing; the individual attacking them must be involved in the crime. Taro leapt into action alongside the others, and while he could not preform flying leaps across the city, he could certainly hurl objects over a significant distance. Acting fast, he used his powers to tear free a piece of metal railing from a nearby building and hurl it in the direction of the culprit. With luck, even if he couldn't land a hit, he could give them pause enough for the others to bring him down. At such an important time such as this, no heed could be given to ensuring he dispatched his foe in a unique and befitting fashion...unless he could do so easily.

[Assistant] Fortunate to be further away from Bang and the explosion than others, having preferred to keep her distance from the group, Junia was still knocked down by the force of it. She recovered quite nicely, but now it was personal. She wouldn't have cared if it had just been Bang that had gotten hurt or anybody else, but this man had caught her up in this as a piece of collateral damage. She had no idea what his intentions were, but she certainly wasn't going to let him get anyway near the obvious objective of the corpse. From her position in the group, she decided to lob a few gobs of Dacia-12 in his direction. She couldn't care less what he wanted, this was a matter of settling herself coming to harm.

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A young girl found herself walking the streets of District 15 at a much later time and fouler mood than she had expected. Being the seemingly only person in the entire populace of two million who both still bought physical album CDs and also wanted her particular brand of headphones, she had forgone any stops at "lesser" music stores and gone straight to her favorite. Being from District 18 currently, that meant a walk of the entire Seventh and much of the Fifteenth one-way. She'd had to make her trip today instead of her normal bi-weekly trip now that her favorite headphones had finally played their last. Normally this wouldn't be a problem, but a chance purchase the week prior had left her with no money, and by extension no quick-fix, until now with which to replace her failing comrade. Her trusty backup, Gekota, managed to get her halfway there before its cord finally frayed too much and static filled her ears. The already annoyed girl's mood only worsened with each passing second until she had finally arrived, only for her to find that not only were they out of stock for a replacement, not only did the shop not have the new album she'd been waiting months for despite being released just yesterday, but even her usual backup, the thing she had the most trust in at most given moments, even Gekota headphones were missing from the store.

Wandering the street rather aimlessly as the cheapest earbuds she could find played her normally sanity-maintaining music at a level a rat with a torn throat could mimic, her agitation only breeding further agitation as she slowly lost the finer points of her ability to keep away the heat, one could argue that she was at this point a danger to herself and others. She quickly passed by the commotion she could hear from a nearby alley in her eagerness to go home and dissociate until the unmistakable sound of an explosion came from it. That was the breaking point. Throwing all caution and sense to the wind, where it belongs, she turned on her heel and ran towards the noise, hoping for all the world that she'd find herself waking in a hospital bed so she could forget about today.

She soon found herself next to a surprisingly large group of people, considering the circumstances, though her attention quickly focused on a young man who appeared to be injured near her feet.


[System]
Age: 8 months since prime activation

Gender: None, goes by the male pronoun

Race: Machina model based on Mura

Appearance: Built to appear friendlier and to avoid damage through physical abuse, Cecil was built to appear as close to a Mura youngster under the assumption people would be less inclined to hurt a child. Standing at 4'8" he has a surprising weight in his arms and legs while the rest of his body is lightweight and durable. His arms and legs can be removed to change his clothing while the strap across his chest can be unbuckled from the front.

Element Affinity: N/A

Magic: Self-technopathy – Cecil can attach machinery onto his body and control it.

Gear: Power gauntlets used by construction and repair Machina upgraded to the highest spec. Comes with a self-service kit. Cecil's boots allow him to run vertically on surfaces and walk upside-down through the release of magnetic currents. He can't run or walk like this on wood and vibrations can cause him to fall.

Brief history: Part of an experimental range of Machina that are designed to be able to blend in with normal people. Designed to limit Helpers from being damaged, Cecil was due to be released and established as a builder who would help with construction; however, Cecil held little interest in being one of these and seemingly escaped. The exact circumstances of his escape are unknown, even to him as the last memory he has was being out in the great wild world. The programming within him probably knew what he was doing here so the surprise to be had was not massively overwhelming.

Cecil felt he had a purpose if he was being sent to this side of the realm and immediately he was off looking for it, searching for what he was programmed to fulfil. Completely unaware of the troubles and even the Church of the land, his outlook was naïve at best. He was a hard working Machina, he knew that much, and to find what he needed to do was his top priority. He knew how to read but couldn't write, if questioned about his looks he felt he knew the answer, telling people they were for construction work. Those travelling would rarely question him and would either be curious about the maker of his Machina to which would only confuse him.

Cecil didn't know much about this world but learning it from travellers proved fruitful. He learned that people used machinery quite commonly and people didn't appear to know he was just the same as that machinery. Learning from these people was proving to be educational, but he still had some questions that needed answering. Any other Machina he came across and tried to talk to didn't have any sort of leverage for conversation, as if they didn't have a mind like him and was simply 'following the program'. Whether he was following his program or his own curiosity he couldn't quite tell, but he had to find some answers somewhere in his own time. To explore the world and find what he needed to do was his first objective.

Additional info: Despite being a machine, there appears to be something off about this new model of Machina. If the personality he had didn't give enough suspicion, it was almost as if he was more than simply a new design, almost as if he was assimilating a sentient being without internal programming needed.

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"It's not her magic, it's what she did with it," Amuné objected, and then flinched when the new Dimuran snapped at her. "It's not a racist comment! I never said anyone else was scary, just her! You didn't see it, there were these little lizard dog things like we ran into before, and then this great BIG monster with tentacles and it was awful!" Her voice caught at the memory. "And it's not like she kept control of it, it nearly broke free, I could tell, and then it would have killed...." She trailed off with a shudder, not wanting to say more about that, lest her secret be revealed. Instead she rallied her nerve and glared up at the man. "It's not like it was a nice animal, wanting to help us. If Wyth went after people like those things did he would be bad too, but he doesn't, and he's a good boy. He only hurts people to protect me." She stuck out her chin. "But those animals were bad and she brought them even though they're bad and that makes her scary! And you are mean!" With that she turned her back on him, obviously sulking.

When they arrived, and old man with wild hair growled at them. But he wasn't so bad. Ethan was worn out, and Amuné squirmed so he'd put her down when he tried to carry her instead of just helping her out of the cart. She didn't reply to his comment about Cecil. Wyth was more than happy to let the man scratch his head, giving a great rumbly purr in response to the attention. He was still favoring his back leg, but his front paw had healed well enough to use.

Amuné protested Nymira's directions. "I don't wanna rest," she said, her voice bordering on petulant. "If...if Cecil really will be okay, then there should be someone with him when he comes back." She moved to stand by the stretcher, though she didn't quite look at the broken Machina in it. "I'm going with him." She didn't really think he would, but maybe...no, no, she wasn't going to hope. He wasn't coming back. But just in case, she'd be there. Just in case.

[Assistant]
They shouldn't be picking fights or arguing with these people, not since they had saved them without needing to. But having Kensen snap at them was a little unwelcome and were Ethan any more tired he just might be irritable enough to snap back. Taking a breath he nodded his head once and smiled, deciding it was best to just not say anything in return.

"Well... She tried to help us and we should be happy about that. Maybe it didn't go as... Smoothly as it could have, but we're okay now." Amuné wasn't completely wrong, the creatures they had seen were most definitely awful looking. Far worse than the direwolves which lived in the hills near Kinsgrove, or the gnoth, crablike creatures that lived along the Elion River to the west of the village. Or any number of the other beasts which Ethan had encountered in his travels, many of which he had no names for. For as strange and intimidating as many had been at least they seemed to belong here in their world, they had a place here. The Vazra? The beast with the tentacles? Even never seeing them before one could tell they weren't meant to be here. So was Amuné completely wrong? Of course not, but she wasn't completely right either. Asta had it under control until a certain point and she was trying to help, they couldn't be mad at her for that.

For now they should worry more about getting rest than whether or not Asta's decisions during the fight were right or not. Everyone was tired from their day and a nice bed after a hot meal would do everyone wonders. At Amuné's behest Ethan put the young Ydran down on her feet and smiled sympathetically when she went to Cecil's side. He understood wanting to be with Cecil right now, he did want to as well, but that wasn't their place to be right now. "They're going to be busy fixing him, we can't do anything to help and would probably only get in the way. Besides if we're tired too then we have to be resting, otherwise he's just going to worry about us when he wakes up." The idea of their friend waking up alone somewhere was definitely sad but they had to take care of themselves too. Maybe Amuné hadn't expended much today but the rest of them were running on fumes and liable to pass out if they didn't take it easy. "Let's go get some food first, okay? Maybe a little later we can visit and see how things are going?"

"There's no room in the garage for little kids to be running around, you're staying here," the woman demanded as she gestured to the complex, "Now come on, get inside and let's get you all patched up and clean. Your friend is going to be fine kiddo, the mechanics in Mutebo come from all over and are some of the best I've seen, he'll probably be back up and running by the morning." Provided they had the pieces for him. Just what kind of Machina was Cecil anyways? She had seen plenty of Machina in the cities and surrounding towns but never one that so closely represented a living being before. Probably some high end bot then and one which would need imported parts. But no way was she telling the little girl that, she'd probably freak out hearing it could take a while.

So there was no reason to worry then, Cecil was going to be just fine! "Come on, I bet they've got some good food inside, let's go see what they have." Reaching out Ethan took Amuné's hand in his own and gave her a patient smile as he tried to pull her along, heading towards the building. "And we should get someone to look at Wyth too right? Cecil's going to be okay but our little furry friend needs his wounds cleaned. And he's probably hungry too," Ethan added, smiling down at Wyth, "Right buddy? Want some food?"

Resting now was certainly their best option given all they had endured. If Cecil was a machine then he wasn't truly dead, even Nymira new as much, and he would be fine with or without their company. He would be there tomorrow for them to visit after they had a chance to take care of themselves, and if need be Nymira would take Amuné personally first thing in the morning. Watching the men unload their cart she almost considered overseeing the affair as she didn't fully trust them handling their supplies, though the act of simply standing proved to be taxing on her. With little choice she would leave these people to their work and join the other inside for some much needed food and rest. There was something troubling her though, more than trusting her supplies to strangers. When she crossed paths with Kensen she hesitated for only a second before looking up at him, scrutinizing his features as her face turned emotionless.

"You're a Dimuran... Which clan do you hail from?" Nymira asked, looking at the man before her for any defining characteristics. She felt like she knew him somehow, like they had met before all of this, before her journey into the kingdom proper. With the exception of a rare few most clans knew one another, either through treaties or from battles between one another which begged the question then: from which clan did he hail? Figuring she should be forthcoming and honest with it she turned to face him, having to crane her neck upward to look at him in the eye. "I am Nymira Rumia, daughter of Hákon Rumia and heiress to the Rumia clan. And you are...?"

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These people were pretty bothersome with the complaining and being prejudice, but he doubted they'd be here for all that long if they were truly so concerned about everything that wasn't their Machina. They probably didn't know who they were and were just pleased with the fact that they were getting it fixed, if it could be properly fixed. Whether there was more internal damage or not wasn't something he could see, he didn't know how long they had been using it to fight so there could be more damage than there was before now making the Machina fairly useless. It was really annoying, but luckily they were back which meant relaxing a bit before he had to go out there again. They had all been busy these last few days so rest was always a good thing, even if it was still early. He was pretty hungry after using so much magic at one time, it would be good to get some food too then.

Turning to head towards the house he simply ignored Nymira, not paying her much attention compared to anyone else until she stopped and stared at him. Already he immediately disliked that, he didn't even know how to deal with that other than try to walk away; however, she soon spoke to him about personal stuff. He knew it was going to come down to this eventually, she probably didn't come across other Dimurans and he did stick out like a sore thumb even if he did cover up. Sighing lightly he looked to her, not really knowing what her need to know was about before he frowned at her name. He didn't think that she was going to be here and in front of him no less. This was most displeasing and something he felt rather uncomfortable with, giving his partner a quick look as if asking for assistance; unfortunately, she was away and busy already.

"Hm, Hákon…great", he muttered before sighing again, looking back down to her. "Fine. I'm Kensen…just Kensen. I don't come from any clan, at least not anymore. In fact, it was your clan I did call home for a while…but your father kicked me out. It wasn't that long ago, maybe five…six years ago…I don't blame you for not remembering me, though. I'm not important". It was hardly going to be something that someone like Nymira would care about, seeing as how she was rich and going to inherit a big clan like that.


[System]
Gender: Female

Age: 22

Birthplace: Eagle Ridge, Nevada

Appearance:

Personality: Kat can seem cold at times, but she is just reserved. Even before the outbreak she didn't like to rely on people or let them be a major part of her life because in her experience they move on after a while and leave. You get one chance with her and if you give her BS she will not only call you on it she will not let you forget it. But where her baby is concerned she is the exact opposite. Kat is warm and loving towards her baby, almost like a split personality considering how she responds to everyone else. Try to hurt or take her baby, you will wish the walkers had gotten to you first.

Occupation before the breakout: Blackjack Dealer at the Diamond Casino in Las Vegas

Skills: persuasive
 excellent BS meter (cuz of calling bluffs and spotting card counters on her former job)
 quick reflexes (again, former job)
 knows a few pressure point moves but is not an expert fighter
 can fire a gun and is an average shot

Fears/incompetencies:
 she will do anything to keep her baby safe and if her baby is in danger she tends to not think clearly making her rush into things blindly
 has a temper and can get loud when angered
 quick to judge people
 not very forgiving
 can be cold and doesn't seem to like people, but doesn't want to be alone

Equipment:
 Bag with a few baby supplies (a bottle, a pacifier, a few baby clothes and makeshift diapers, ect)
 small pocket knife
 canteen
 matches
 a change of clothes
 crackers and jerky
 small mirror (for signaling)
 hair brush (handle is broken)

Group: on her own in an abandoned house

History: Kathryn was born to a Russian immigrant mother and a dead beat alcoholic father. Her mother died from sickness when Kat was a teenager and she hasn't seen her father in years. The move to Las Vegas was a good change from the moderate sized town she was born and raised in. She got a job quickly as a dishwasher at the Diamond Casino. She worked her ass off and the boss noticed, promoting her quickly because of her hard work and dedication to the job. She moved up in rank to waitress and bartender before switching to the floor. She has been a blackjack dealer for over a year and is excellent at her job, knowing how to flirt to keep the people in their seats but having a steel spine to make them leave when they were no longer wanted.
She had very few friends, no romantic attachments and no responsibilities to anyone but herself and she liked it that way.

Then one night a handsome man with an accent to die for sat at her table. He impressed her with his bluffing and his kind nature. They talked and she found herself telling him things she hadn't told to people she'd known for months let alone hours. After hours of playing, talking and drinking she found herself inviting him back to her room...

The next morning she left before he woke, leaving only a note to thank him for everything and enough money to cover the drinks he had bought her.
Nine months later she got the results of that one night stand : a beautiful baby girl with her father's blonde hair and sweet nature. For the first time in a long time Kat found herself loving something more than herself. When the outbreak happened she swore to do anything to protect her baby. And she has...
She thinks about Grace's father sometimes, wondering where he is now and if he is still alive. She dreads the day that Grace is old enough to wonder where he is and asks questions that Kat can't answer.

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Kat's baby girl - Grace

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Ethan Blackledge

Ethan was still looking down at the map as people started to give shout out their opinions, Walter agreed with him and was nice enough to take the first watch. Nikki had just joined the group again, physically tired like the rest of the group. Before anyone could manage to give their opinions and catch their breaths Alex chirped up in his thick Portuguese accent saying "I go forward… Is faster no?" and continued to walked off down the highway. Alex might not have worded it correctly but Elliot knew what he meant. Alex didn't want to stop and wanted to put as much distance between himself and the Walkers as possible. People needed to rest though, they couldn't keep going at this speed.

Ethan was about to push himself up off the car he was leaning on and tell Alex to stop so he wouldn't go too far on his own, but before he could say anything a random girl jumped up onto a car with an arrow pointing right at Ethan. After a few seconds she shouted directly at Ethan saying, "Get your ass off my truck."

Ethan put his hands up slowly looking to the girl, from the looks of her she wasn't older than twenty, but Ethan did not want to mess with her especially the bow and arrow that she had. "Wow." He said in a bit of a shock at the surprise of the young girl, but still acted in a calm manner slowly backing up from the car. "It's alright... We're just taking a break. We'll be gone when we've caught our breaths…" He smiled and continued. "I'm Ethan by the way."

[Assistant]
The yelling outside had Kat on edge. She hadn't looked, trying to keep them from seeing her in case they looked towards the house. She swore under her breath multiple times, the kind of swearing that would make a sailor blush. If those idiots didn't quiet down they would-

A scream tore through the house, echoing through the empty rooms and could be clearly heard from those outside.
"SHIT!" Kat shouted herself and raced into the kitchen area and scooped up Grace. Kat always tried to time it so that she was in the room with Grace when she awoke because if the baby woke up alone she got scared and screamed bloody murder until her mother appeared.
As she comforted the sobbing baby Kat knew there was no way the morons outside hadn't heard it. Holding her baby in one hand, she held up her shotgun with the other and went to the door. She could shoot, but she could slam the butt of the shot gun into anyone who tried to come through the door.

Grace was blubbering but had stopped screaming, large tears rolling down her plump cheeks.
"You assholes woke my baby," Kat snarled loud enough for anyone close to the door to hear. "I should shoot you for that alone. Keep moving or I'll change my mind and do just that!"

Kat was beyond pissed. When you were a mother NO ONE woke your baby.

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Camyllia gets to her door and see it was slightly ajar she looked around panicked. Was someone there? She turns her head and listens for any noise alive or dead but it was silent. Taking a deep breath she shoves her backpack further up her shoulders and cracks the door open little by little before peaking into the familiar empty living room. She sighs silently before stalking forward her bat at the ready creeping towards the kitchen that was connected to the living room. Nothing

 Kitchen clear

 She turns to the darkened hallway and makes around to each room.

 Uncle Denny's room clear

 Bathroom clear

 my room..

 Camyllia froze at the sound of a familiar groan her heart started to pound she cracks the door just enough to peek inside and saw a man eating another survivor that was mauled to a point of unrecognition. She panics when the walker turns and slams the door shut backing away. She jumps a bit when it started slamming gainst the door trying to get to her. Camyllia wanted to cry the churning in her stomach returned she grips it going to her uncles room. Maybe its better if she stays away from her room. Entering her uncles NASCAR themed room camyllia lets out a sigh jumping when she heard a loud bang from her room.

"Freakin' walkers scar in' the cheap outta me," Camyllia says sitting on her uncles bed,"what do I do now?"

[Assistant]
Walter Pierce

The man sighed as Alex continued onward without stopping to consider the rest of the group's input, shaking his head as the European trotted off. Sure, Walter was thankful for the man's experience in medical practices, and even helping him mentally through these times during their time at Dana Point, but that did not justify a nature trip. They needed a moment to catch their breath, as well as discuss where they would exactly be going to find a refuge for the night.

As Nikki rejoined their ranks, Walter nodded to the woman, having a delayed reaction to the commotion occurring beside him. When the girl suddenly appeared with a bow aimed at Ethan, he had to hold himself back from saving his fellow survivor from the potential danger, keeping his fingers wrapped around the sheath of his knife.

Walter remained vigilant, wheeling around completely and kicking himself away from the car he leaned against. He took a few steps towards the remainder of the group, watching the girl's hands carefully.

[User]
Alex Teixeira

 By the time that Ethan was confronted by a haphazardous bow-woman, Alex was far out of ear-shot, already scanning the run-down housing complexes along the opposite side of the road. There were several that looked suitable at a first glance, but they couldn't find refuge in a house that sported massive gaps in the walls, or a series of structural fatalities. The last thing anyone needed was to wake up with a support beam lodged deep into their gut, or a party of walkers feasting on their flesh. Not to mention, with more than ten people in their group, it would be wise to pick out one of the larger houses. Fortunately, a relatively roomy white house caught Alex's attention, standing out among all the others with boarded up windows. Somebody must have of lived in there at some point, which meant it was structurally sound, at the very least. Alex crept his way through the overgrown yard, avoiding the cobwebs to the best of his ability, and making his way towards the door as quickly as he could. Before reaching the front door though, a noise echoed past the confines of the houses's walls, seeping through the cracks as nothing more than a high pitched chatter. Crying? Was there a baby in there? Alex crept slower now, shifting his eyes from the ground, to the cobwebs, to the front door, weary of spiders and centipedes, more so than being held at gunpoint. His rationale finally kicked in though. Alex pulled his pistol from his jacket's inner pocket, and held it firmly with both hands, aimed at the door. But a woman's voice spoke up, just loud enough for him to hear. He loosened his grip and the muscles in his face tensed up.

 Alex was subject to an angry threat. He stopped in his tracks for a moment, snapping a small twig near the set of three steps that lead up to the door. Part of him was eager to interlope, despite the danger that might have followed, but what chances were that that this woman would actually shoot him? Who knew, it was too early to discern anything. If only he had a little more to go off of. "I ehm- uh, I'm sorry," He croaked, holding his weapon aimed directly at the door. If this woman intended to shoot him, he wasn't about to sit there and take it like a fool. Perhaps he should've just left the woman to stew in her anger. That would've been the smart thing to do, but with a baby involved, the situation may have been too much for Alex to simply walk away from. Without him and his group, this woman would sure die, along with her child.

[Assistant]
Nikki saw the young girl pop up and jump onto the truck pointing a bow and arrow at Ethan. She heard her threaten Ethan's life and that was it. Something in her snapped. She couldn't lose anyone else that she cared about right now. Nikki went into stealth mode, cautiously and quietly to the outside of the group and took the safety off of her 45. She ducked into the forest and came out right behind the girl. She pointed the 45 at the middle of her back and said. "Put it down NOW!" Nikki's expression was dead serious.

She was in a state of mind that kept her and a few of the others alive. At this time and this moment she was at her deadliest. She cocked the gun and waited. She could see Walter's movements out of the corner of her eye.

All Nikki could see was red. Blood. There was so much of it the zombies had come in so fast and so many people weren't able to get away from the hoards quick enough. Nikki had been covered in so much blood from killing walkers and the dying or desperate people that she knew that like Walter and several of the others she was covered in it. "What is one more at this point. Put it down or you are dead! One..." Nikki said. "Two..."

@josephb@ViolentViolet

[User]
A twig snap on the other side of the door had her on alert. She would have given her left hand at that moment for some ammo. She said her left because she shot better with her right. Well, she couldn't shoot that well no matter what hand she used so it really didn't matter. Holding her baby in one arm she couldn't shoot the shot gun anyway, ammo or no ammo.
But the trespassers outside her door didn't have to know that.

Grace continued to whimper, just loud enough to break the heart of any person nearby unless they were pure evil. For her sake Kat could not let this escalate.

"We've got nothing for you to take. Just move along. Leave us alone," she said, her voice firm but laced with anxiety. Anyone with a keen ear would be able to hear her fear, not for herself but for her baby. She could only pray that however many there were of them that they would decide a lone woman and a crying baby were not worth their time.
And she was telling the truth. She was running low on supplies. She would have gone scavenging earlier but she wanted to give the walker horde plenty of time to move away before leaving the house. All she had were a few small jars of baby food and her bag with a few hygienic supplies plus a few clothes for her and Grace. Nothing a group of men, or anyone without a baby, could use. She supposed her matches and soap were valuable, but that was really it.


[System]
AGE: 25
SEX: Female
HEIGHT: 5'6"
NATIONALITY: Fairden

Vaylla Brudien is a simple peasant woman from the kingdom of Fairden, and while she always lived in the capital city where the hustle and bustle was, it didn't mean she particularly enjoyed living there. When she was but a child surrounded by two brothers, she learned that her mother owned a dress shop that was renowned throughout the entire kingdom. Her father helped her gather expensive materials she would need to make clothes, so Vaylla was always surrounded by needles and yarns as well as customers who often visited them at home. Later on in her life, a period she either does not remember or simply repressed as she grew up, her mother was gone from their home and was never seen again. The day of her disappearance, a huge fight ensued between her and Vaylla's father and she stormed off, packing her valuables with her and leaving without a word.

Until this day, Vaylla and her brothers still do not know if their mother left on her own accord or if something took her life - most likely the animals strewn about in the wild - but after a lifetime of mourning soon they couldn't find it in them to care as their adult lives began to set in. Vaylla stayed in Fairden while her brothers found their own job opportunities and traveled abroad. The fee of their travel was already very expensive and to cut down the money they would lose on the trip, Vaylla decided she would stay in the kingdom with her father. She later regretted that decision as a strange winter began to latch itself to the kingdom, obstructing any trades between the kingdom and other countries as well as negatively affecting resources. Everyone seemed tense and while she envied her brothers for staying away from all that drama, she realized the hard way that she was meant to stay here.

Soon, her father got very ill and soon died because of all the sadness and loneliness he kept locked into his heart for years. Vaylla, overwhelmed by guilt and helplessness, bothered that she couldn't save her father's life in time, went into hibernation and wouldn't speak to anyone or even find work to support herself in such a cold, unforgiving kingdom ruled by a cruel, merciless monarchy, living with one of her financially able friends. It took her years to finally dust off the past and on her 25th birthday, she returned to her family cottage and began to find jobs. Ways to earn money as best she could. Sew clothing, cut wood and carry out other physically demanding jobs many women in her kingdom would run away from. Soon, she tired of sewing since patience was never her strongest suit, and cutting wood was as mundane as her life felt. She left both of those jobs, currently setting off wherever her feet took her without a particular goal in mind.

She wonders sometimes though, as she defends herself with the rake she used to tend to the gardens with before the eternal winter, if a chance to begin again would befall her. She would take it without a doubt.

[User]
Vaylla always had horrible luck in life.
That soon became certain to her upon living through various days of jobs falling into shambles, or clients deciding against hiring her at the last minute. Not only that, but with the way her morning began, she had a gut feeling a problem would resurface. Anything to feed her newfound cynicism. The client seemed innocent enough, and although the task wasn't the most demanding she'd ever gotten upon first inspection - she was asked to search for a cat lost in the icy abandoned forests of the kingdom - it ended up being so much harder than she thought. In fact, she wouldn't have even taken the simple quest if it weren't for the completely unfitting reward she was promised afterwards. An entire sum of a hundred coins. It could help her buy a week's meal and even some extra clothing.

So, comforted by that thought, she simply took her time. The client asked her to call the cat by a very specific name - Petunia - and hold a certain tiny squeaky toy nobody, not even a cat, would enjoy. But as embarrassing as the quest would seem, the peasant didn't really have a various array of choices to choose from, and with such an attractive reward it was hard to say no. Armed with a precious pocket knife that she was gifted by her brother, she had it sheathed on a leather belt around her waist right next to a small pouch of 5 coins. She made sure to grab her blue cape in the process in case the weather got colder than it already was. Then, she set off.

"Petunia!" She called once she first saw the icy trees signifying her entrance to the silent forest, pretending to thoroughly care about the cat as she called its name though she was sure she couldn't give a damn. Walking about through the snow, she was sure the poor thing wouldn't even be able to stay around for long alone in such a weather, but nevertheless, she kept going. Occasionally, she would squeeze the small toy, wondering if it would actually grab the feline's attention. But nothing changed. At all. She never heard a meow, a purr or even a cry. Utter, deafening silence.

Hours took hours and her legs were already tired from walking around too much. The trees almost looked the same if not for small details so she thought she knew her way out, and - believing time was on her side - she laid on the snow by a tree, leaning her back against the cold wood. She could barely sleep the night before with the owl by her window, and scaring owls off with a rake meant for gardening wasn't something one would enjoy. So she promised herself. Just a few minutes of a nap in the cold. She had a cape to warm her up, she wouldn't doze off completely.

But she was soon proved wrong. And time was definitely not on her side.

"Dammit, dammit!" She yelled out in frustration, after being woken up in a rush of feeling cold air hit her face sharply. She was soon on her feet, cat and money forgotten. She never liked blizzards. Sure, she tolerated them in better circumstances, but whenever any blizzard took place she would be in the comfort of her own home. Never before did she try to experience walking through one, and supporting herself was so much harder than she expected. She could feel the hood hit the back of her head with every violent gust of wind and she covered her face a bit as she walked through, hoping none of the snow would burn her eyes. She had to get home.

But amidst the ever white atmosphere, she couldn't see anything. Nothing felt familiar at all, but at least the trees seemed to be clearing up. She was leaving the forest at last, but she knew the walk back to her house was still a long and tedious one. She would have to find a shelter, just until the blizzard cleared, and she would get back home and ignore the client who gave her the task as much as she could. Fortunately, she did spot a small, run down shack through the snow, and she could even recall the way that lamppost perched. She was in the capital city! But not as close as she would like to her home.

The shack seemed to be open for business. At least, she was slightly able to make that out by reading the violently strewn about sign that was left hanging atop the shack. Surely she would be able to get inside easily then, slip in until it clears and then leave. Wrong. Holding on to the door, she pushed open the door with all her might, violently cursing under her breath as she tried and tried. Until it opened with a flash, catching her completely off guard.

"Ah!" She yelped out, the gust of wind blowing her forcefully inside the shack, the door loudly slamming behind her as she fell to the ground, landing flat on her chest with a quiet groan. Panting heavily, she felt the slight but still striking difference in temperatures, and her nose felt like it would fall off. Sniffling a bit, she blinked and wiped some snow off of her clothing, face and hair, weakly sitting up where she fell on the floor until she snapped her eyes up, like a deer stuck in headlights. What a way to make a first impression.

[Assistant]
The sound of someone trying to pry the door to the shack open was overwhelmed by the sheer roar of the sound of the wind. As such Gael paid little mind when his home seemed to shutter with more voracity. He merely gritted his teeth together and prayed to whatever god there was that the walls wouldn't collapse in on him. If this kept up then he was starting to lose faith that this hunk of junk would last throughout the nig-

 BANG!

 It felt like his soul had been forcefully ripped from his body, and it took a few moments before feeling regained its hold on him. His face, now pale and sunken turned towards the origin of the sound, and he found his eyes widening in disbelief.

 A woman, one that he did not recognize, had seemingly fallen to the floor. It took him a few seconds for the shock to wane before he could start to piece everything together. She must have tried to enter, perhaps out of desperation to get out of the storm, and had been… flung into his home. It sounded rather bizarre, but there didn't seem to be any other probable cause. Unless this woman really wanted her fortune told, despite the weather. In which caused he admired her determination.

 Gael moved slowly, as if the stranger wasn't a human but some kind of feral animal. He wasn't exactly sure how he should address the situation, this wasn't how most customers entered his home, and he wasn't even sure if this woman knew where she was. From the look of her startled expression, she was likely to be just as confused as he was.

 "Are you quite alright?" He asked, moving forward, still cautious but with more pose than before. He extended one of his hands out to the now sitting woman, offering to help her back up to her feet if she wished. She looked cold, and snow seemed to cover her garments. What had anyone of sane mind been doing out in this weather? Perhaps he better not ask.

 He had little in the way to keep her warm, nor did he have anything to offer her to eat or drink, but he wasn't so callous as to turn away someone who had quite literally crashed into his home. Besides, if he played his cards right perhaps he could sway her into becoming a customer.

 In that case than he ought to be on his best behaviour.

[User]
As her eyes fell onto the man moving towards her, she hoped the earth would swallow her whole. Although the situation was completely out of her hand and the force of the wind trampled her inside the shack without her being able to control it no matter what she tried, the embarrassment couldn't seep away from her mind the second it set in. She cleared her throat a little upon being asked the question, instinctively brushing off snow off golden hair. She had no idea if she was alright, but she didn't feel like she was.

With the hand extended to her, though, she felt relief that at least just looking at this man wouldn't constantly remind her of the show she performed seconds ago. She gratefully took it, legs cold and unable to support her without at least a hand helping her up. Her hold was tight as she got to her feet with a grunt, trying not to look him in the eye at least until she gathered her composure. And she did, in a minute, after she brushed herself off, regaining her composure and letting his hand go.

"Yes. No. I don't really know," her face was pale from the outside, but splotches of red were gathered round her cheeks where the blood was no doubt trying to return. She was almost going to freeze out there, and although the shack wasn't as warm as her home was, it was better than turning into an icicle. She wrapped her cape tighter around herself in an attempt to warm up. "Forgive me for, uh, letting myself in in such a unique manner. I must have frightened you." She mustered a breathy, slightly nervous laugh.

She couldn't help the way her eyes trailed over the place, studying it. Cushions, books, worn out walls and floors. It made her feel slightly relieved to have more in the way of warmth and comfort at her house, even if it was nowhere as elegant and pristine as the royal palace was on the inside. She looked back at the man again. He looked harmless enough, and as she's just seen, someone capable of common decency, but her issues of trust always kept her pocketknife close by in mind.

"Would I be a burden if I were to stay here? Just until the blizzard clears? My house is pretty far."


[System]
Leda Storm
Character Quote: "When it rains, look for rainbows. When it's dark, look for stars."

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Character Summary
Aliases: Leddie, Princess Rainbow Unicorn
Age: 16
Birthday: November 28th, 2002
Ethnicity: British
Birth Place: Los Angeles, California
Godly Parent: Iris
Cabin Number: Cabin 14; Year Round Camper
How Many Years At Camp: Two
Gender: Female
Occupation At Camp: Shrine Maintenance and Upkeep
Languages: English, Ancient Greek, Spanish

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Appearance
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 120 pounds
Body Type: Skinny
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Blonde (Rainbows)
Skin Tone: Tanned (Rainbows)
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Scars on her knees
Personal Style: Leda generally will wear a jean jacket, a tie-dyed Camp Halfblood t-shirt, white shorts, and converse sneakers. Any deviation from that usually means that her grandparents are coming to visit her in the United States and they tend to expect a little higher dress for outings. She loves to style her hair and explore with various colors, which makes sense given her godly parent. Of course, even if it is fashionable, it has to be comfortable and practical or she won't wear it. Heels for example are out - monsters would so show up to fight the instant she put them on and she does not want to get permanent blisters.

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Psychology
Creative * Idealistic * Empathetic * Careless * Insightful * Two-Faced

Sexuality: Bisexual
Relationship Status: Dating Rebecca Eventide, Daughter of Hecate
Personality: (One paragraph or more)
Fatal Flaw: Excessive/Personal loyalty
Habits: Fidgeting, braiding and unbraiding her hair
Hobbies: Running
Fears:
* Wasps
* Enclosed Spaces
* Complete Darkness

Likes:
* Reading
* Nature
* Wide Open Areas
* Marshmallows
* Colors
* Sweets
* Celestial Auroras
* Design and Construction
* Comic Books
* Thunderstorms

Dislikes:
* Tripping (fuck you, Zeke)
* Dismissal of any god/goddess
* Bigots
* Modernism
* DC Movies
* Any man who tells her to calm down
* Coffee
* Cliques

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Skills
Demigod Abilities:
* Superhuman Speed
* Rainbow Manipulation

General Skills:
* Greek Mythology
* Singing
* First Aide
* Weaving
* Lock Picking
* Driving (Car)

Combat Skills:
* Sword-Fighting
* Agility
* Endurance
* Flexibility

Magic Item:
* Enchanted Compass: It always points where to go, as long as a question has been asked.
* Ultraviolet: Celestial bronze sword disguised as a necklace, gives off a faint hue that varies depending on Leda's mood

What Do They Carry On Them:
* Clothing - Denim jacket, camp necklace, tie-dyed camp shirt, white shorts, black converse, rainbow socks
* Purse/Wallet - 20 Gold Drachma, picture of her grandparents, $100, £50, driver's license, lucky silver Drachma
* Celestial Bronze Sword (appears as her necklace)
* Witch's Pendant - gift from her girlfriend, Rebecca
* Swiss Army Knife - Celestial Bronze
* Light purple backpack
* Baggie of Ambrosia Squares
* Assorted Twinkies
* Water Bottle
* Enchanted Compass
* Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone

Possessions In Cabin:
* British and American Passports
* Wardrobe of Winter and Summer Clothing
* Shrine Maintenance Kit
* A crate full of Twinkies
* Letter from her mortal mother; unopened
* Kindle
* Celestial Bronze Sword
* Remaining Harry Potter books
* Polaroid Camera
* iPod
* Earbuds

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History
Biography Leda was adopted by her grandparents, as her mother was deemed unfit to raise a child. She was too free spirited and flighty, claiming that Leda didn't have a father and that her mother was a goddess. It was strictly speaking nonsense. Contact from her mother was forbidden and since she a little under two years old when her grandparents took her in, Leda didn't really feel like she missed out on much growing up. She loved her grandparents dearly and they took good care of her - so what that she didn't know her mother or father?

Her grandparents were rather rich and wealthy Brits, living in southern England. They paid for her to attend the very best schools, especially when she was diagnosed with severe dyslexia and ADHD. She could never quite sit still. Her teachers complained that although she was sweet and bright, she was wild and undisciplined. There was some improvement when she joined a running club, discovering that she was easily faster than anyone her age. Yet when she could easily outrun all the other kids without breaking a sweat, she was accused of using performance enhancing drugs and kicked out of the school.

This pattern kept on happening, causing Leda to withdraw slightly into herself. She quit running and would instead sneak out of her house in the middle of the night. Her grandparents, while good to her, were fairly easy to trick as they were getting rather old. She didn't really have any friends and of course, that meant that she had more than enough bullies. One night the bullies were chasing her and she was heading for the water - and something told her to take that leap of faith. She dashed across the water's surface, going faster than she ever had before, as if she were some sort of superhero.

She had never been happier than in that moment.

How Long Have They Been At Camp Half-Blood: Leda didn't tell anyone at first. They would think she was insane - she even went to comic book stores, reading about the Flash and trying to figure out how she could run so quickly. Unfortunately, her scent grew stronger and attracted a group of Empousai. They cornered her in the locker rooms at her school and would have killed her, had her powers not triggered and she blasted them with rainbow light. The monsters crumbled into dust and a satyr located her soon after, taking her to Camp Half-Blood.

As a daughter of Iris, she feels safe staying at camp year round. The entire concept that she didn't actually have a father but rather a divine mother still confuses her... Yet given that Iris doesn't have a cult of worship, Leda has gotten interested in the restoration and maintenance of shrines to all gods and goddesses, minor and major. She created one for her mother.

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Additional Information
Theme Song: E.T. by Katy Perry
Extra Information:
I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.

[User]
Ezekiel Kel

Location: Truck -- The Road
Skills: Light Manipulation

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 Ezekiel smirked at the middle finger Kristin gave him and watched the Cyclopes burn alive. "Hmm, perhaps I am my father's son," he mused. With that taken care of, he walked back to the truck and fished out his pack and headed to the knew vehicle. Apparently that one was still drive-able. He didn't bother to comment on Leda's apology. Things happen and things always happen to demi-gods, it was literally apart of their life. "At least we live to fight another day," he said.
 He opened up the back door and noticed the baby just as Leda commented on it. Ezekiel groaned. "I agree with the beach idea, even if it will prolong our journey more. I did not sign up for babysitting duty. No way, no how," Ezekiel shut the door and walked around to the other side to the free seat. Of course he was stuck in the back with a Cyclopes baby. "Leda, don't name it. That's how you get attached," Ezekiel said after he got into the vehicle.

[Assistant]
Kristin Reynolds

Location: North Carolina, The Road Again
Skills: N/A

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Kristin turned her head to look over her shoulder seeing the baby cyclops in the back seat staring at the three of them, it couldn't have been more than a few months old, maybe a year at best, but it was oddly really cute. It's one eye blinking at them, looking a bit confused, Kristin felt bad that they had just killed it's parent. "Awww he's actually really cute.." Kristin said she shook her head slightly at Zeke's comment. "Well we cant just call it a baby or an it." She said shaking her head slightly pulling out Leda's compass and then thought about the closest beach that she knew of.

"It's a bit out of the way, but before I became a full time camper my family always rented out a beach house in Myrtle Beach South Carolina." Kristin suggested, Heracles would then reach down under its baby car seat pulling out one of those inflatable toy clubs and threw it at Zeke's head and it started to laugh loudly. "Yeah I dont think Heracles likes it when you talk about him like that." Kristin said she was actually pretty happy she didn't get to sit in the backseat now, she looked down at the floor in the backseat seeing that it was really filthy with empty fast food bags and containers.

[User]
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🌈 Leda Storm 🌈

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Location: On the Road - North Carolina
Skills: N/A

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 "I figured if we named it, no one would be tempted to just yeet the kid out of the window," Leda admitted. She was against killing baby monsters, but it wasn't exactly a subject that people went over at Camp Half-blood. No one went up and asked those sort of moral questions. She was relieved though to hear that both Zeke and Kristin did seem to agree with her - that they couldn't just kill a baby. Sure, monsters would reform eventually but she just couldn't kill an innocent because it might grow up to be, well, a monster.

 The idea of going out of their way to South Carolina made Leda feel antsy though. "I don't think we can afford to backtrack... We're running out of time to save Calliope. I really don't think Apollo will be chuffed with us exactly if we fail... But my compass, it doesn't just give directions to a place... If you ask it a question, it'll point towards where we should go. So if you ask the compass where a good beach is to take this baby cyclops on our way, it'll hopefully figure it out."

[Assistant]
Ezekiel Kel

Location: Truck -- The Road
Skills:

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 Ezekiel frowned at the kid when he threw his toy at his head but he didn't retaliate. The last thing he needed was an upset baby screaming in his ear. "And I don't like it when you talk at all Kristin and yet, here we are," he said smiling sweetly before putting in his headphones. He reached down and grabbed the inflatable club and handed it back to the kid. At the very least, it didn't hurt.
 Ezekiel was a bit relieved when Leda mentioned they were short on time and explained another helpful thing her compass could do. It made sense in a way. Perhaps the child would be needed elsewhere. He just hoped they wouldn't have to take it all the way back to Camp Half-Blood because he knew how that would go. The girls would give him the responsibility of looking after the kid because they would think it 'humorous'. Ezekiel shifted in the backseat, already annoyed at something that had happened yet and kicked some of the junk out of his way. He held his pack securely on his lap.

[User]
Kristin Reynolds

Location: North Carolina, The Road Again
Skills: N/A

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Kristin turned to stare at Zeke, and rolled her eyes towards him. "Maybe we should have left you in the truck or something.." Kristin muttered under her breath, Zeke was so damn annoying in her opinion. She looked at Leda and shrugged slightly it was just a suggestion, Kristin didn't mind the baby monster. But she felt like it was going to be more of a liability issue with it and they were essentially its babysitters now until they could find a nearby beach to drop him off. "Just a suggestion." Kristin said looking at Leda she still wasn't familiar with the compass since Leda always used it.

Hercules the cyclops baby turned to stare at Zeke with a bit of interest now in his headphones and started to reach over for them, managing to yank out the one in his ear, bringing it into his mouth trying to chew on it. Kristin watched the baby for a moment and smirked a little bit, it was going to be a fun car ride for Zeke having to sit next to a baby cyclops.

[Assistant]
🌈 Leda Storm 🌈

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Location: On the Road - North Carolina
Skills: Driving (Car)

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 Leda's eyes widened a little bit at Zeke's retort to Kristin. It was pretty funny from an objective standpoint - but she didn't want to take a side in their conflict. And if she had to pick one half of the lovers quarrel, she would go with Kristin. Hoes before bros after all. The baby cyclops, Heracles, definitely picked a side though as he tugged Zeke's headphones out of his ears. "So if you could ask the compass where to go, that'd be great - I learned my lesson about not looking when driving," Leda admitted to Kristin, her ears burning bright red.

 She wondered briefly which god had jurisdiction on the road, before figuring it was Hermes. She mumbled a silent prayer for his protection as she got the car ready to go and pulled off back onto the highway, relieved when nothing horrible happened. No cops were nearby or anything to question why they had stolen this car and abducted a small monster baby. No monsters ran out into the road and tried to kill them. They were safe, at least for the moment. "Zeke, could you maybe put music on for everyone?"


[System]
Race: Ramor, a race with a number of similarities to humans, they are humanoid mammals with the same number of appendages. The only significant differences are that they are more tolerant to temperature extremes and can last for longer periods of time without water, oxygen, food and sleep. Essentially they are an all-round hardier race of people. Their skin is thicker than a humans, and regardless of climate always dark olive in complexion. The average height for males is 5ft and females slightly higher, and their eyes are somewhat larger on average than a humans. Their life spans range around 60-70 years, even with their modern medical technology.

Gender: Male

Height: 5ft dead

Weight: 75kg

Age: 19

Appearance: Jok has a sharp angular face that one instantly distrusts, coupled with a boyish grin that completes the look of a bit of a prankster. His skin is dark olive in complexion, like all of his race. His body type would best be described as athletic, not noticeably bulky for a soldier but with a wiry strength. He has short black hair and brown eyes. His skin is fairly heavily tattooed, though nothing on his face.

Personality: Jok's boyish demeanour is something of a front for what is by all accounts a sadistic mind. Perfectly suitable for his role as an explosives expert, prone to leaving cruel traps for the enemy, he shows little remorse about his actions. With a slightly inappropriate sense of humour and a mean streak, he is only somewhat redeemed by his loyalty to his squad.

Physical Traits: As a foot soldier in the Grent Republic's army and a recruit fresh from the republic's controversial new training facility, Jok is physically powerful, ruthless, and masterful in the art of dealing death, despite his age. However, he would still be limited by the restraints of biology if it were not for the exo-skeletons foot soldiers are outfitted with.

Unsuited

If Jok's suit is disabled for whatever reason or unsuitable for a mission he's forced to rely on his own muscles, with decreased physical capabilities.

Strength: Roughly bench 250kg

Speed: Max running speed of 24mph

Agility: Reflexes at roughly double peak human, due to controversial drug programs increasing the receptivity of synapses in the brain.

Durability: All Ramor have somewhat thicker skin than humans and denser bones, making him roughly twice as hard to hurt as a human his size.

Endurance: Jok can run at a flat sprint for 30 minutes, long distance training has increased his endurance to almost super human levels. He could easily jog for a day and night without rest, making it unlikely that he will tire in anything other than a long period of activity.

Suited

Strength: Roughly bench 1000kg

Speed: Max running speed of 50mph (reached in four seconds.)

Agility: Reflexes remain the same, but the exo-suit allows him to move his arms faster and with more force, almost quadruple his normal speed.

Durability: The suit doesn't change his natural durability, though it is made of titanium and would easily repel a bullet if he was lucky enough to be hit in one of the structural pieces.

Endurance: The suit increases his endurance, though its relatively short battery life of six hours does put a cap on the amount of time he can spend using it.

Senses: Jok has the naturally powerful eyesight of the Ramor which is almost half again better than a humans, especially in low light conditions. Other than that his senses are similar to any humans, save for his pain tolerance is higher due to his controversial 'training'.

Skills: After undergoing the three year intensive training program Jok has become the perfect soldier, unquestioning of his orders regardless of their brutality, capable of making tactical decisions, and incredibly proficient with his tools of the trade.
Survival
Basic Weapons
Advanced Weapons
Demolitions
Bomb Defusal
Basic Combat
Advanced Combat
Psychological Warfare
Guerrilla Tactics
Advanced Driving Course
Parkour
Intermediate Combat First-Aid
Hand to Hand combat, most similar to Krav Maga and Judo
Engineering
Electronics
Improvised munitions

Equipment (all weapons are roughly similar to modern day equivalents in stats not included)

ALICE Pack: Specially modified for quick movement and access on covert operations, Jok is none-the-less equipped with what is most like the modern day ALICE pack. It's fastened outside his Exo-Suit.

Weaponry: Jok's load out is dependent on a mission, he has a small armoury from which he can choose to bring a reasonable amount of weaponry into the field. If there is no Intel on the mission or objective then he will bring a random assortment of weaponry from each category to suit different possible scenarios. His weapon choices are as followed.

Mainline weaponry

KG20 Carbine Assault Rifle: Weighing around 4kg with a full magazine of 30 rounds, with an adjustable stock that drops the length from 35" to 31" the KG20 fires 5.56mm rounds and is roughly equitable in terms of power and velocity to the M4 Carbine. It also features an under-barrel grenade launcher which can fire a single 40mm fragmentation grenade. Maximum ammo, four magazines.

SOP Submachine Gun: Only 2.5kg in weight and 26" in length with an integrated silencer, the SOP submachine gun fires 7.62 rounds and has an effective range of around 100 meters. Maximum ammo, four magazines.

Man-portable explosive ordinance

Hazard MGL: 5kg six-shot revolver-type grenade launcher that can be loaded with HE, HEAT, chemical and pyrotechnic 40mm rounds. It has a short stubby design and can effectively fire up to 300 meters at roughly three rounds per second. It fires rounds at a velocity of about 70 meters per second. Maximum ammo, six HE, two of each special round type on an ammo belt.

Leaper Shoulder-Launched Assault Weapon: Weighing a hefty 15kg means this rocket launcher is only really suitable when Jok's suited up. Fires 150mm warhead with optional laser guidance system. One shot and it's abandoned, similar to the MBT LAW.

Anti-Personnel Mine: Similar in essence to the M18 Claymore mine, max capacity of two. Can be activated by laser detection, trip wire, or remote detonation.

36Rde Anti-personnel grenades: Fragmentation grenades with motion sensor technology, designed to be thrown into a hot zone where they remain undetonated until triggered either by the user's kill-switch or when a large body (roughly human sized) moves into the kill radius of five feet. Similar in detonation strength to an ordinary fragmentation grenade. Capacity of three.

Smoke Grenades: Essentially exactly what they sound like, similar to modern day equivalent. Max capacity, two.

RE20: Similar in essence to modern day C4 explosives, small satchels which can be adjusted to become adhesive and stick to surfaces. They are detonated remotely by trigger. Maximum of two.

Side Arms

Hedson Pistol: 9mm pistol, fairly basic, 12 round magazine, couple extra mags, can be outfitted with a silencer.

Jackhammer Revolver: 6 shot revolver, 50. rounds. Extra 6 rounds.

14" combat knife

Medi-Kit: All special operatives of the Grent republic are authorised with two multi-purpose stim-packs, administered by injection, the chemical stops bleeding, provides a boost of adrenaline to combat pain, and contains a powerful anti-toxin designed to reduce the effects of poisons and toxins.

Armour: Jok is always wearing full camouflaged combat gear on missions, including a durable weave vest similar though slightly more effective than modern day Kevlar. He also tends to wear a ballistic face mask with built in air filtration technology and a lightweight helmet with adjustable night vision goggles.

Exo-Suit: The most innovative piece of equipment designed by Ramor military service for infantrymen. The Exo-suit is a external titanium alloy support-suit designed to reinforce the user's muscular strength, making them faster, more durable, able to hit harder and lift more. It requires a ten minute operation in base conditions to attach the suit to the operator, and cannot be effectively removed without basic surgical tools. It's lightweight, roughly ten kg all around, and makes only a slight amount of sound as the structure moves. It's powered by hydrogen batteries attached to the back of the suit just above the tail bone. It can be powered down when not in use and moved using ones own strength, with only a slight encumbrance. It has a life of two hours operational, which is the trade off for having highly volatile batteries because they must be encased in the titanium shell and can't be easily replaced. The wiring is protected by the titanium shell, and the feet and knuckles of the operator are also protected allowing for the use of more powerful melee attacks.

Backstory: Jok is an infantry-man and demolitions specialist in the Grent republic's army. Due to the unique nature of his controversial training (for which he was volunteered by his orphanage) he is unquestioning of his orders and a force to be reckoned with on the battlefield.

[User]
Jok's entry to the forest would initially go unnoticed, as his distance and the lack of obvious noises that he made were enough to obscure his presence from the Windspeaker, but his settling point was close enough that Touho knew something had entered the vicinity. She did not make any overt movements that could give away her position nor change her breathing patterns, but silently moved the digits on her right hand, twisting her wrist slightly, as she created Symbols of Fuujin with which to be prepared. While she would stop (or speed up depending) upon hearing another movement or seeing something to suggest such movements, the Symbols would mount fairly quickly until she had created five.

Her first technique would likely be Spiritual Armour in order to get a feel for her opponent's preference for range - she was capable at mid range and short range, but had an offensive disadvantage at the longer ranges. The more quickly she could cover the distance, the easier it would be to land a crippling blow and win the fight from there. These assumptions were just that, however, and she withheld any true judgement until she knew the capabilities (or at least had a cursory idea) of her opponent. Any significant action before that would be brash.

[Assistant]
Jok was unable to spot anyone following him immediately, but he was content to wait in his forested cover on the southern edge of the island, standing stock still with a decent view of the central plains. He was kneeling to keep his own profile low with a good degree of scrub blocking him from anything other than a careful of somehow enhanced view of the forest. What he was assured of was that if they were in view then he would be spotting them first, with his own impressive eye-sight.

His SMG was raised slightly and pointed outwards, ready to be locked on any targets he judged within its effective range. It wasn't the best long ranged weapon, but he was fairly confident there were few places on the island his bullets wouldn't reach, strange physics aside.

[User]
Touho continued to make symbols at the previous rate that she had before until she had a total of twenty three symbols, taking an additional 9 seconds. She had decided that her opponent was not in the immediate area, and that her initial thoughts had been wrong. Perhaps this was foolish, and she kept herself alert during the entire process in order to be ready to react in case she was wrong, but it did not seem like there was an opponent nearby.

The easiest way to win against an unknown opponent was to grind them out - she was able to stay well out of range of most possible combatants for a long time, and her ability to blanket the entire arena in a frigid hailstorm was one that she would have to take advantage of. She had seen a glimpse of what looked like a cave entrance, but she did not know if there was an interconnected series of tunnels. When fighting commenced, she would be sure to check it out - but until her opponent revealed themselves it was too much of a risk to make the first move.

The first to act was the first to fall, she had always been taught, and it was a tenet that had saved her life multiple times in the past - now was no different.

[Assistant] Jok continued to survey the open field for a short while, and provided nothing had entered his surveillance region in the next five minutes he would probably move another twenty feet or so through the forest's edge and continue to survey the battlefield, watching his back carefully as he did so. This process would take around thirty minutes to complete, so if nothing happened for that time thirty minutes would pass with Jok on the north western side of his forested area.

[User]
In order to continue to not take the first action, Touho decided that she must take action. With her recently amassed symbols of Fuujin, she used her Akishimo no Gishiki technique that would create a hailstorm capable of blanketing the entire battlefield in shards of ice and freezing winds - she was content to take the risk of her opponent having an affinity to ice as the chance was extremely low compared to the chance that it would force them to take action. Most opponents would be forced to retreat and find shelter from the blistering cold that would fall over the battlefield, and in doing so she would force her opponent to take action first.

Provided that her opponent was not, in fact, immune to the effects or of helped by the cold, they would find themselves quickly in a risky position. Action would be required of her opponent first, and even if that action ended up not being beneficial to the Windspeaker, the battlefield was her domain in the Akishimo no Gishiki - she would have a distinct advantage against almost all opponents.

[Assistant]
Jok was looking out across the empty plains when he noticed clouds forming up on high. Normally he wouldn't pay attention to something as mundane as the weather, but quite quickly he noticed that the sudden storm approaching was no natural phenomenon. He swore inwardly at his luck, starting to reconsider his earlier elation at being picked for this mission, not only were physics fucked in this strange world but now the weather was all done in as well.

The hail fell with purpose, driving the air to freezing temperature and Jok settled down beneath the shrubbery and the trees to plan his next move. Covered as he was completely in tactical gear he was uniquely protected from the effects of the cold, and the dense coverage above him was more than capable of keeping the hail from bashing against his body. Though he had no reason to consider it his race was particularly resilient to any extremes of temperature and as those things went this storm wasn't even that bad. Without a piercing wind he was fairly well insulated from the effects of the cold and saw no reason to move immediately.

His armoured exo-skeleton was naturally resistant to the cold and would further protect him from losing heat so he judged he could easily last out in the hail storm for about half an hour, at which point he may seek shelter in a cave like the one he had entered from. With little else to do he kept peering out into the teeth of the storm and waited for it to pass, wondering if the threat would be so well protected from what he thought was a natural by-product of a strange world.


[System]
Age: 16

Gender: Female

Race: Faunus (Coyote)

Weapon: Orthrus - A hallow metal staff with a bronze chain threaded through the single opening on either end. Attached on each end on the chain is a black grappling hook with a long spike protruding from the center, both of which can be fired and retracted at a high speed. These are usually used to bind enemies and increase Sepia's mobility, but they can also be tightened into either a double ended mace, spear, or morningstar.

Specialty: Scout/Support - Sepia's usual usage of her weapon and semblance cause her to be better suited for support rather than actual combat, as they make her able to harmonize her allies and bind her enemies. Her weapon gives her the agility and speed needed for a scout, but does not allow her to easily infilict actual damage.

Semblance: Constellation - Sepia's semblance allows her to temporarily link the minds and hearts of up to four people at once. This link usually lasts for only a few minutes, but allows the people under its control to perfectly match their thoughts and anticipate each others movements. Additionally, it can allow a team to communicate telepathically for a short time.

Personality: Much like the animal which she bears a resemblance to, Sepia is friendly, optimistic, borderline fearless, loyal, gentle, and has a good sense of humor. The flip side of this is that she is scatterbrained, easily manipulated, and has a hard time asserting herself.
Likes - Sewing, all things cute and frilly, clothes, animals (even bugs), when the people she talks to turn out to be friendly, being able to help someone, and being scratched behind her dog ears.
Dislikes - Not being useful, having to ask for help, forgetting things, people being unhappy, and anything that threatens her friends.

Color: A light, woody brown.

Emblem:

Usual Attire: Sepia usually wears short, elaborate dresses and thigh high stockings of her own creation. A gifted seamstress from a wealthy family, these dresses are frilly and bright, with elegant designs and made of expensive fabric. She is capable of fighting in her usual attire easily, as well as the high heels that she wears almost all the time.

Appearance:
(Height - 5'7")

Voice: Cassandra Lee Morris

Music: Endlessly

[User]
@Crimmy@Write@Plank Sinatra

Beryl Harken

Luke's assumption of Beryl's situation had been spot on. She had frozen midstep as soon as she had seen the giant pool on the cruise ship. The next minute had been a series of guilty and conflicted glances between the still walking Luke and the enclosed body of water. She did not want to just leave her friend alone but...but.

SWIMMING

With one last glance at Luke's back Beryl tossed her mp3 player and scroll onto a nearby chair and took off running for the pool, a massive smile on her face. She lept as soon as she hit the edge, a graceful dive that would send her slicing into the water like a knife. Or it would have until she glimpsed something through the large lounge window

Was that a strange man talking to Bianc-

Splat

The graceful dive into something more reminiscent of a bellyflop. For a second the still fully clothed otter Faunus floated slightly under the surface of the water. Then she shifted, turning to a more normal upright position that left her eyes just above the surface of the water. And staring directly at the stranger talking to her friend.

Jiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

[Assistant] Cian breathed heavily as she hefted Byakko once more. After taking some days as a breather jumped right into training pushing herself to the limits. Her eyes had large bags under eyes showing her lack of sleep she was not going to allow herself to be useless again even if her body broke she would get past it. Holding the rifle mode up once more so the blade was pointing forward she dashed forward starting her intricate dance once more. She was set on learning this if anything despite having a bladed form she knew next to nothing on how to properly use it effectively. With some coercing of her "guardian" she was able to get a basic idea on how to use it in close range. Due to size and weight it made quick strikes near impossible so she need to learn how to use its weight to her advantage. Repeating this in her head she swung it around left, right all the while moving around practically dancing out of the way of invisible enemies. Though in mid way she collapsed to her knees her weapon slipping form her hands as she coughed. It was taking a toll on her body but she would not let up she needed to get better.

[User]
Sepia Russet - K_SS Dorm

Sepia was fairly certain that her teammates were up and about, as she could hear movement from across the room. Regardless, the late-sleeper wiggled further under the blankets until everything but the top of her head was covered, her flicking ears the only thing betraying that she was awake.

Last night had been rough. After finally getting back from having pizza, she'd been at the infirmary until fairly late into the night. The staff had been put out with her, to say the least, and it seemed like they spent more time chastising her for not coming sooner than it had taken to remove the bullet. "They were nice in the end, though. They let me come back to the dorm instead of making me stay there." She thought optimistically. Admittedly, though, it had taken a lot of coaxing, complete with puppy-eyes and everything. What may have also helped was the fact that the wound wasn't serious, though it could have gotten that way easily. Yawning, she put the thought out of her head and finally accepted that she wasn't getting any more sleep. She scooched up into a sitting position, becoming very thankful for an all-female team suddenly. It seemed that the infirmary had tired her out enough that she'd fallen asleep in just her bra and underwear.

As she finally got out of bed entirely and started looking for something to wear on her way to take a shower, the dog faunus finally noticed the absence of a particular cat. "Hey, Krys, did Skyra take off somewhere?"