[System]
Guerra

"Ever heard of that saying: 'mess with the bull, you get the horns?' Yeah, well I'm the bull, and my horns are made of fire."

Vitals
Title: Reaper of War

Age: 32

Sex: Male

Date of birth: 17th March, 1983

Lineage: -

Class/Major: Tank

Class/Minor: Support

Occupation: Reaper

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Marital Status: Married, three children

Birthplace: San Jose, California

Blood Type: O+

Eye Color: Wholly crimson red, glowing and flickering with an unnatural fire. Occasionally sparks fly from the corners of his eyes.

Height: 6' 3"

Weight: 185 lbs

Hair Color/Style: Medium length, longer fringe, light brown.

General Appearance: His build is muscular, strong and typical of a man his size. His usual combat gear is his combat vest, desert beige fatigues, combat boots and a tan scarf/neck protector. When not in combat gear, Luis is commonly dressed in a tee shirt of any design he chooses, blue jeans and sneakers, with a gold chain around his neck.

Skin Tone/Condition: Slate grey, dark and riddled with cracks. A deep red and orange light emanates from these cracks, as if the man's body is only a shell around a raging fire within.

Markings: -

Combat Stats

Dominant Hand: Left

Equipment:

-Upper Body:
* Hellfire Armour - once thought to be a standard US-issue ballistic vest with plating, the body armour has since morphed into a fiery, ashen armoured regenerative vest, a mere visage of what it once was. It protects against most medium calibre bullets, but has a harder time stopping higher powered projectiles.

-Lower Body:
* Boots of Flame - these special combat boots are part of Luis' Flame Boost power; their soles easily combust and break away to allow his flame jets to burst forth. They also regenerate nearly instantly, but do little else.

Weapons
* Cuarenta (Forty)- What was once an M249 SAW is now a fire-spitting beast of death. Drawing upon daemonic powers, the machine gun's magazine no longer requires bullets, instead spitting a constant stream of hellfire bolts at Luis' enemies.
* Ira (Anger) - This Benelli M1014 shotgun is no longer a shotgun. It instead is an agony launcher, firing explosive shot or depositing pellets of distilled pain and fury into enemies, turning them into mindless killing machines that cannot tell friend from foe.
* Desierto (Desert) - What used to be an IMI Desert Eagle is now a heat-seeking bolt thrower. The bolts from this unholy pistol release ungodly amounts of heat when fired, drying up plant life, dirt or soil, superheating liquids, metals and solid structures and weakening them.
* Spada (Sword)- Luis' machete has been given a brain and a pair of eyes and a mouth, and now this foul blade reaps death in the battlefield, its bloodlust and power growing with each kill.

Abilities
* Super enhanced strength, endurance and stamina to nearly superhero levels.
* Enhanced speed and reflexes.

Magic
* Fire Form - By breaking free of his ashen flesh shell, Sanchez is able to turn his whole body and kit into an unstoppable raging fire, capable of swarming and engulfing small to medium-sized structures and turning everything into ash. Standing still and within his ashen shell, Fire Form renders him impervious to most basic projectile, penetrating or wounding attacks. When not in this form, he is mostly human. Sustaining Fire Form requires stamina, and though Sanchez is high on that, it's not infinite.
* Ashen Flesh - What encloses his heart of hellfire, Ashen Flesh is a passive magic that overtook Luis' entire body upon his death and resurrection. It converts his skin, muscle and bone into a hard, dense ash that protects his innards. This ash isn't impervious to his own internal fires; the light and bursts of flame that emanate from the tiny cracks within the ash are what enhances his aesthetic. The ash is strong enough to withstand basic non-powered attacks from any type of melee weapon, though not tough enough to withstand either powered attacks or bullets. Other projectile attacks that are magical, not gunpowder-powered, are dissipated or absorbed, unless the power levels are too high. It all depends.
* Flame Boost - By breaking holes in the soles of his feet, Luis is able to blow out jet streams of fire out his legs and effectively boost around like Iron Man. Flame Boost renders Luis capable of short-distance, sustainable flight, or long-distance ground travel.
* Unkillable - Being made of unquenchable fire means that Luis effectively cannot die, though like Cho before him, being injured greviously or to the point of death means that he has to spend a long period of time slowly regenerating his body and rekindling his flames.

Bio
Voice: Hard, crackly, as if he was talking through a fire.

Personality: Sanchez is very up-front, gung-ho and boisterous. Most that are asked to describe him say that he laughs in the face of danger, and most times it shows.

Backstory: Sanchez was a full blooded Spanish-American, born and raised in San Jose on the west coast. Not long after he hit the right age, he immediately requested to sign on with the army. After his basics, he was placed within an infantry battalion, one that was posted to fight the War on Terror. This was in 2003.

In 2006, his platoon came under fire from an enemy machine gun emplacement inside a building. Trapped across a road from the rest of his section, Sanchez took it upon himself to free the rest of his comrades from the suppression of hot lead. With only his LMG and shotgun, he charged at the building in question, daring and taunting the insurgents within to kill him. They put up a fight, but Sanchez beat them back, forcing the gunner away from his position by firing back. With his bravery and confidence under fire, it was then that Delta Force took notice.

Two years later, in 2008, Sanchez was part of a Delta Force squad that single-handedly took down a terror cell hiding in a remote desert base on the outskirts of Cairo. On their way home though, they were ambushed by insurgent raiders and subsequently trapped in an abandoned town. It was there that he and his squad fought not only insurgents, but something else entirely. Something not quite human.

The dark skinned, robotic humanoid that greeted their squad wiped out the insurgents in a fit of rage, then turned on the four operators with a fire unmatched by anything they'd ever seen before. The team was killed, one by one, until Sanchez was the only one alive. The man was burned to a cinder by his opponent's magical fire, left as a husk on the battlefield next to the corpses of his friends.

Thus the Darkness chose him to bear an eternal fire and turned him into the Reaper of War.

Just as in life, when a courageous fire burned within his heart that could not be quenched, so too in death he was given a fire, a flame that consumed his entire inner being and set him ablaze in a furious inferno.

When he awoke, he found his skin like hard ash, his flesh like cinders and his inner body a raging fire. His weapons were possessed by daemons, and yet they were strangely friendly with them.

And, in front of him, stood another man. A man made of shadow.

A friend.

A Reaper.

OthersDaemons
Much like Cho before him, Luis was bonded to four daemons after his experience with death. However, in accordance to the way he died, the daemons he was bonded with are vastly different to the ones Cho travels with.

Cuarenta
Cuarenta, or Ren for short, is a fire daemon. She resides in Luis' machine gun and, like Tac, is considered the de factor 'leader' amongst the four daemons with Luis. Her gentle and often understanding nature belies the cruelty and ruthlessness of her daemonic fire.

As Renny is a fire daemon, her powers and skillset are mainly devoted to fire; either causing it, spreading it, or imbuing it into his weapons and body.

Ira
Ira is a rage daemon, and he resides in Luis' shotgun. The youngest of the four, he doesn't let his inexperience stop him from unleashing fiery anger and unholy rage upon Luis' enemies.

Ira's skills and powerset passively augment Luis' combat and endurance abilities, bestowing upon him godly levels of endurance, healing and stamina, while enhancing his natural strength and speed.

Desierto
Desierto, or Des for short, is a heat daemon, and the main difference between her and Ren is that while Ren produces and manipulates fire, Des can make and manipulate heat. She resides within Luis' pistol, and she is commonly used as a precursor for stronger attacks from his other weapons. Though her usefulness is limited, it doesn't stop her from trying to be the best she can be.

With aggressive heat as the basis for her skill and powersets, Des is most often used as a combat starter, prepping the battlefield and targets so that his other weapons have the most effect when they come into play.

Spada
Spada is the oldest daemon of the lot, and is an elite daemon fighter and warrior. While he doesn't have any special abilities, he makes up for it by being Luis' main source of combat smarts in the field, guiding the one-man wrecking crew along when he's busy being an unstoppable killing machine. He resides within his machete, and is most at ease in the heat of battle.

Spada's entire skill and moveset rely upon Luis' instincts and close-quarters combat abilities. By constantly observing and analysing a fight or combat, he is able to give consistent, good advice, as well as being able to make any bladed attacks home in slightly on their target.

[User]
Observation was a key element to defeating an opponent. Drall watched the Large man wearing combat gear eat a hotdog and sit on a bench. He watched the man incinerate a wrapper in his hands, watched him talk to his weapon, observed how he moved. Finally as the man was in conversation Drall decided to make his move. He was in front of the man, though his opponent would be unlikely to notice seeing as Drall was inside the building opposite the street, and his opponent didn't seem to focused on locating him. Honestly he had never understood why all these people expected a straight up fight in the first place, it wasn't like he was going to parade around with a sign over his head.

Leveling his G3 Drall aimed and slowly released his breath. As the crosshairs centered directly between the other man's eyes Drall squeezed the trigger. A resounding gunshot went off as Drall's rifle kicked and the round tore through the window leaving a hole as it rocketed towards the other man's unprotected head.

[Assistant]
"Up high!"

As the crack echoed through the intersection Luis leaned to the right, letting the bullet whizz by the side of his head to bury itself in the sidewalk behind him. As civilians began running and screaming like the panicked lemmings they were, he stood, fire and smoke erupting from the gash in his cheek where the bullet had grazed him.

"That shot came from the building across from you. Up high, probably fourth or fifth floor."

"Got it."

He quickly scanned the office building immediately ahead of him, quickly locating the only pane of glass with a neat little hole in it. He raised his machine gun up at the window and cocked it nice and loud, before pulling a slip of paper from his pocket and reading aloud from it, yelling so his adversary could hear him.

"Marcus Kaizer! You are wanted by the Federation of Kremainn for general violence against its employees, killing several senior members of their research staff and...pirating their copyrighted software and distributing it on the Ethernet? Really? Dude that's so lame! The piracy part, not the killing part!"

Luis crumpled the paper and burnt it as he leveled his machine gun at where he knew the shooter was laid out.

"Anyway, my contract says dead or alive, so I'm just going to assume dead is the better option, but just in case, I'm gonna give you five seconds to surrender! Five!"

"This is not going to work."

"Four! Hush Renny he's going down one way or another."

From his back, his shotgun piped up. He felt the angry young daemon bounce gently against his back as he woke up to the sounds of yelling, screaming and general mayhem.

"Huh wha? What's going on?"

"We're on a bounty run, Ira. Three!"

"A bounty? Where! Where! Lemme at him!"

All that bouncing around woke up the rest of his weapons. His machete and pistol both rumbled into life as he remained focused on the window.

"What's going on? What's with all the yelling?"

"We're on a mission again, looks like."

"Shut up guys you'll ruin the tough guy thing I got going. Two!"

"Just shut up and shoot him already!"
"Guys everyone calm down just let Luis do his thing okay -"
"You have the upper hand Luis don't let your opponent take that away from you -"
"Fellas give him time to think -"

"You know what fuck this."

He squeezed Ren's trigger and unleashed a volley of fire at the office building. The bolts of pure hellfire that the machine gun spat were not as accurate, but there were so many of them it'd be just about certain death if his adversary did not move.

[User] The other man brought the machine gun up, then started talking? Drall thought he heard his real name, but nonetheless the man continued to talk. Before he could even finish his little speech Drall zeroed the sights on his center mass and rapidly sent seven rounds from his magazine downrange.

[Assistant]
As the bullets tore through his body he staggered, getting pushed back slightly from the force of the rounds impacting his chest. Without thinking he immediately flashed his body into fire, exploding in a red hot inferno as he quickly converted his sustained wounds into fire that burned strong and hot. Then, as quickly as he had exploded from his ashen flesh, he reformed himself, his flesh forming back and cracking under the intense heat contained within.

"Hijo de puta."

He ran straight at the offending office building and burst into flames, blasting straight up towards the fifth floor in a raging inferno. As he broke through the windows, he reformed himself and raised his machine gun, squeezing the trigger and laying down a field of fire upon his adversary.


[System]
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Codename: Zer0
D4em0n.exe - 'Title' she was known as while with Freudentanz.

Color Scheme: #660099 #000000
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Personality:
* Lethargic
* Curious
* Bright
* Kind
* Distrustful
* Game Addict
* Dislikes violence

Short Biography:
Vivian was a more-or-less ordinary, but clever, child born into an ordinary family with an ordinary life. Since young, the girl was surrounded by the wonders of technology - developing an unhealthy addiction towards gaming.

The girl was living in the 'here&now'; not caring about her future. Soon, the growing girl discovered another part of the internet: the deep web. It was after that the game-addict picked up her very own style of magic: Thought Division. The ability to split and enhance her brain/mind into multiple parts - capable to work independent from each other or together for greater results.

With a small flame of passion sparked inside her Vivian developed her ability further and further - turning her brain into a supercomputer of sorts. Still, while she could have done so much more, all the purple-haired girl did was mess around; and one day, she messed with the wrong people.

It was a simple job for them. Abduct the girl and use her in their own interests. It didn't even take an hour. Just like that, Vivian Goldberg became a missing person.

Despite them never having managed to completely break her will, 'Freudentanz', as they called themselves, had enough experience to manipulate a young girl to do to their bidding without the fear of retaliation. Having done many things that Vivian wasn't proud of, it took around 2 years for everything to change: A Nightmare for others, a Miracle for her.

It was over before Vivian even realized that it had began. She had heard the screams. She had heard the gunfire. But by the time the old metallic door she was held in was broken open it was a group of people she had never seen before: Cleaners.

Being generally good people, an older Cleaner titled Gramps decided to take care of her - seeing the usefulness of the ability she possessed.

Vivian learned a lot from him and helped her developing Thought Division even further until he tragically passed away just a year later. Despite not wanting to be part of this part of the world, Vivian promised Gramps to fulfil his wish. Surely, there couldn't be too many Nightmares left.

Magic Style:
Thought Division&Technomancy
Vivian is a Supercomputer on two legs with an Antenna on her head. Able to split her mind into multiple partitions capable to work independent or together.

What originally started out harmless, nourished into an ability that could control an entire mechanized army of death robots - as long as she has access to it. While wireless signals are easy prey to Vivi; closed off networks need some sort of entry-point: something simple like her finger touching an USB port could already suffice. While this may be useful against anything that is not a Nightmare, Vivian had to put some serious effort into developing her ability into something that was of use as a Cleaner. Ultimately, she ended up to be more of a support role - for now.

Overclocking
Vivian's manipulation of devices doesn't have to be negative. Instead, the girl is also capable of overclocking the equipment of her allies. While Overclocking has usually a bad effect on the Hardware Vivian's Algorithm Control is capable to minimize the dangers.

Algorithm Control
Vivian sees everything made up of algorithms. Every (re)action is followed by one, or multiple, (re)action(s). Vivian is capable of manipulating those - to an extent. Giving her or her team a more favourable outcome.

Gl1tch.exe
A simple reactive offensive spell that aims to disrupt her foe. The power of this ability can vary immensely - though Vivian isn't capable of producing anything too strong. Just like the name suggest, Gl1tch.exe doesn't have to create a logical result: a gun that is about to shot a bullet could instead let out a bouquet.

Link-Up!
Through simple contact with others, Vivian is capable of 'linking up' with them, treating their mind just like her own. Usually used to enhance the strength of other spell casters or collecting information. The closer the contact, the better Vivi can help. Reading the entire brain, memories and so on of someone else however requires contact on a level she refuses to do.

Membership: New

Equipment: Vivian only carries a bare minimum of equipment around as she mostly relies on her magic and is more of a background support anyways.

Liberator-XL300: A one-handed shotgun for simple self-defense. Vivian carries a few, but different, kinds of ammunition with her around.

Carbyne-Jacket and Cloak: Maybe not taking this Cleaner business serious enough, Vivian only carries a bare minimum of defense around.

Relationships: SOON
Character Impressions: SOON
Theme Song: Something Something Lyrics

[User]
Credit really was the best after all.

Sitting in a cheap, aluminum chair, Josephine's eyes flickered back and forth on the holographic screen of her HeinBox, scanning through her monthly transactions and comparing them to the bundle of physical receipts she had in her pockets. At this point, she really was better off hiring an accountant for such meticulous work, but the ruby-eyed girl was never really bothered by it. In the past, she had obsessively budgeted every credit in her account, but now, it was simply pleasurable reading through all those big numbers.

Of course, her monthly income would really only sustain a middle-income family of four, but Josephine was alone, and such wealth was simply luxurious. Maybe she should splurge on something again. That new weapon the Policus was using, the Retra Barrier Bunker, looked pretty good. She'd been thinking of getting a proper melee weapon anyways, and a piledriver advertised as being able to pierce through even the hardiest Painstaker's physical barriers looked fun…if inaccurate.

The small smile on Josephine's features disappeared. Yeah, she didn't have any use for a weapon that can't even work as promoted. Closing the HeinBox and pocketing the small, black cube, she stretched and yawned, eyes naturally falling over to Room 107 of Café Thaza's basement hideout. It had been years since she first crashed there, and even though there was now some nameless drunk rolling inside that space, it still gave her some fond memories.

Perhaps that's why she didn't ignore the bleeding youth that Mom dragged in, even when she wanted nothing to do with the freakish 'doctor' that seemed so eager to help a stranger. Was probably going to convince him into believing that he's better off shedding his skin and turning into a monster.

Josephine swallowed her disgust either way, as she placed a hand on Mom's shoulder, firmly pushing the older woman aside. Not even turning towards Doc, she locked eyes with the older man, before saying, flatly, "300 credits, or I'm putting it back in."

Without waiting for a response, she turned to the wound next, expanding her senses to the microscopic, and then molecular level. It was just shrapnel. Small bits of metal. Much too easy to distinguish from the sickly, torn flesh of this young fool.

Slowly, a trickle of dust, sparkling in the dim light, drifted out of the youth's wound. Thin strands wove into the form of a small bullet in Josephine's palm, before the generation was complete. It dropped then, and she pulled out the Punisher EMT, manually loading it into the chamber.

"300 credits, or I'm putting it back in," she repeated.

The man with the shades was lucky Mom was there. He got himself a nice discount as a result.

[Assistant]
Each page that Gerard saw was the work of a true artist. Every word he read held the infinite passion only a genius could intertwine. Truthfully, the book he read was complete drivel; it was nothing more than the maddened ramblings of the rich eccentrics who had saw their life as a blessing on other people. Gerard had a certain disdain for these people, but their works were interesting, to say the least.

The book managed to be readable through the muted light of an old lamp. Even though the room had large lights able to illuminate even the darkest of crevices, he preferred them off. At his old age, the bright lights hurt his ancient eyes more than they helped.

Quiet rumblings interrupted his lonesome reading. It wasn't unheard of for Cafe Thaza to become unruly. They were a rather mixed bag of people, after all. Despite this, Gerard decided to see what was happening. No matter what was happening, it was sure to be more tasteful than the book he was reading.

Gerard placed the collection of parchment down on his worn-out desk and turned off what little source of light he had in his room. He left the wooden chair he sat on and grabbed his cane. He left towards B1, hobbling each step of the way.

To his surprise and worriment, there was someone on a couch bleeding rather profusely. Gerard, despite seeing these things often, was always disheartened by those types of sights. It didn't help that Doc was in charge of healing the boy, nor did it help that a few of Doc's things were in the room with them.

His worries were slightly alleviated when he saw End helping the boy. For her to do such a thing was entirely new. He approached to thank her, but when she asked for credits, he stopped. Well, End was 50% of the way to becoming a good person. That was good enough for him.

He walked past the two of them and met face to face with the older gentleman. From his pocket, he pulled out three credsticks. Each one had around one hundred credits on them. After all, it wasn't the first time End did something like this. It was always nice to have something to deal with her demands.

"So," Gerard said to the man as he held out the credsticks towards him, "would you mind telling us what happened to the boy?"

[User]
A yawn escaped Vivian as she continued her grind to the max level of Ultimate Fantasy XXXIII. While it was clearly handy to not rely on any devices herself and 'experience' the wide web in a fashion that had yet to come, the too-young girl condoned the use of cheating - thus, making her rely on mortal means to actually achieve her goals in this game.

Regardless, Vivian wouldn't play such a game if she wasn't addicted to it didn't have fun with it. Or maybe, she just felt... more not caring than usual? It hasn't even been a month since Gramps died, leaving her more-or-less alone. Since then, most of what Vivian did was lazing around in her room and experience the wonders of the world wide web; incidentally also giving up on a few projects she had going for herself.

It was, however, already a progress that Warthog managed to make the girl hang out in B1 again rather than locking herself up in her room. Right now, she really do anything to further the silent promise she had made to Gramps, but maybe it was for the better. In fact, Vivian actually did consider to quit what she was currently doing and instead earn her money by legal means through stock exchange. Ultimately however, Vivian felt way too lazy about that... and somewhere deep she didn't even mind dying. Heck, she could even visit her own Tombstone if she wanted to.

It was then that the more-or-less peaceful silence of the living room she was in got disrupted by Mom and two strangers - one clearly hurt. It wasn't an unusual sight, but enough that it always reconfirmed Vivi of still caring about others. A good thing in the end. Still, Vivian couldn't do much to help, and returning to her game while also paying attention to what was going on in the room now the purple haired girl did what she was always doing if she had the chance: Silently using her power for the sake of good fortune. If he was to die through a simple gunshot, then his chances had to be really, really shitty.

It was only after the freakish doctor, who had a weird pet with her, and the stone-cold Cleaner called End - which behaviour saddened her - entered the room that Vivian finally paid more attention to the turmoil at hand, ultimately even standing up from the couch she was lying on only to hide close to Warthog. Her curiosity was clearly piqued for whatever reason.


[System]
"I am the shield that which the enemies of the Emperor break themselves upon."
"Heretics crave the cleansing fire of absolution. They need not fear for we shall deliver."
Age:

Thirty

Gender:

Female

Personality:

As a member of the Adepta Sororitas, Andromedai has a will of iron that is matched by her steadfast determination to thoroughly eliminate all hostiles that threaten the Imperium of Man and The God Emperor. Some call her reckless, but in truth she carefully plans out each of her actions before swiftly putting them into motion, there is no room for mistakes upon the battlefield. When serving along her own kind, she is selfless and honorable. She will assist those who are in need the most, if appropriate. At times, she can be unpredictable, using her creativity to overcome whatever challenges that are tossed her way. Very rarely, some of her past life will show through her personality, showing the humanity that still remains buried behind her intense training and brain-washing she endured over many years.

Former Occupation:

Ophelian Celestian for the Order of the Argent Shroud.

Equipment:

Armor: Full suit of Celestian Power Armour with Order of the Argent Shrouds shading and emblem.

Primary Weapon: Astartes Mark Vb Godwyn Pattern Bolter - [Modified for increased range, stability and accuracy. Attached to the bottom of the weapon is an automatic shotgun device used for close combat scenarios.]

Secondary Weapon: [None so far.]

Melee Weapon: Chainsowrd

Accessory 1: Krak Grenades

Accessory 2: Melta-Bomb

Accessory 3: Rosarius

Acessory 4: Librium/Tome.

Medical Equipment.

[Has been seen operating with a Mk IV Arkhan Rifle in the past.]

Notable Events:

The Obsidian incursion:

A few months after being assigned to the Order of the Argent Shroud, Andromedai was stationed upon the Shrine world of Erathell to help protect a number of Important Temples and Shrines dedicated to the God-Emperor of Mankind. While she preferred a combat role, guarding such holy sites was also a critical role she was honored to hold. Many months passed in calm before the Slaanesh devoted forces of Chaos invaded, bringing a wave of death and destruction to all that they touched. Due to where they had started their invasion, Andromedai was one of the first to throw herself into Erathells defense. Alongside her fellow Sisters of Battle, they pushed back against the chaos forces over two days of non-stop fighting. The records for the battle indicate that not a single Adepta Sororitas had been lost, through the forces that had invaded the world had been completely irradiated. This was the first world invasion that Andromedai had been part of, from it she had learned many useful skills and had gathered much information about the enemy that would help her through many other battles in the future.

The Assault of Dalenarth:

Andromedai and her fellow Sisters of Battle fought alongside the fabled Space Marines in a war called the Assault of Dalenarth. A large number of Tau forces had been spotted in the Hawkings cluster but vanished from all sight, seemingly to vanish in the depths of the galaxy. When further investigation into the Hawkings cluster was issued, a large base was found to have been established upon an abandoned War world, hiding amongst the rubble. Swiftly and to the letter, the threat was analyzed and considered to be grave, if not completely annihilated. Their numbers were massive and thus both the Sisters of Battle and the Space Marines were sent to deal with the threat. As soon as they arrived, war had broken out and casualties on all sides were counted but never admitted to. Working alongside a Space Marines for the first time, she witnessed the combined strength of their forces. Eventually when Andromedai found herself alongside a single Space marine in the depths of the Tau base, the two of them burned through the hostile forces together, finely eliminating the Tau commander who had organized the whole mission. Both of them were recognized for their acts during the war that lasted two weeks.

The Slaughter at Mobius:

The Slaughter upon the desert world of Mobius is a failed assignment that not many members of the Imperium of man know about. Andromedai had been asked to lead fifteen Sisters of Battle to a small civilized world that had been also called a desert world due to its arid and barren landscapes. Why the Imperium of man had decided to place a colony here was beyond Andromedai she had her orders to investigate a destress signal. When they landed upon the planet, what they found was much more horrific than what was expected. The colony had been completely destroyed, leaving little to no sign of. Further investigation resulted in stirring up something that laid below the sands.

The colony had foolishly built their city on top of a forbidden world, unknown of the dangers that laid below it. They had awoken a small group of hideous xenos known as Tyranids. There had been no way to tell if the distress signal was a trap or not, but what they did know is that all the occupants of the city had died seemingly overnight. The corpses that still remained were fresh, it was very likely the hostiles were still close by. Quickly, Andromdai sent out a message for immediate evacuation and recommended exterminates to quell the threat of the hive. The order would be given to destroy the planetary biosphere and all life upon the world once she had her troops were evacuated.

The pilot informed them that she would be at their location in sixty seconds. Those sixty seconds proved to be the worst she had experienced upon any planet or any battle since she had seen combat. The ground broke apart in the distance and from it came the Xeno horrors that had wiped the colony clean. Almost every round and explosive that the group had was expelled before the drop ship arrived, strafing the area then quickly landing almost on top of the Sisters of Battle. To her surprise, every member of her squad made it onto the drop ship, allowing herself to be the last to board. When she did though, she felt numerous rounds from the Tyranid weapons travel through random parts of her body.

The wounds she sustained were incredibly painful, severe and life threatening but with great will and determination she pushed herself part way into the drop ship. The two medics from her squad helped pull her into the ship just as the doors were closing. Within moments, they were a safe distance away from the planet and were now heading back to the fleet where the wounded would be tended to. As they did though, they witnessed the order for the exterminates being carried out in full, a magnificent but also horrifying spectacle to witness.

[User]
Ansgar had not a chance to act on the actual orders that the Sister gave, watching with a rather even expression, hidden as it was beneath the gasmask, as the warping psyker kicked the doors open and stormed out. Considering those had been cargo doors, that was a kind of impressive feat of strength. Watching her march out, he felt that familiar stillness of air that made him scowl. Great, more warp trickery, the Grenadier thought to himself, glancing at the others of the group, and to the ladder that the one Sister, Solares, was taking towards the roof. So be it, it would likely be best to provide explosive support from the roof. Short of using one of the anti armor rounds, he would do little to no damage to the Rhino outside the paint job and decorative bits. He never understood decorative bits, it just made the things bigger targets really. However, he had to act now, since the psyker was sitting out there, yelling and proclaiming doom on the civilians. He frankly was surprised they hadn't already opened fire. They likely had nothing to lose, so why not try their luck? It made digging survivors out of strong points such a high cost operation, they had nothing to lose, and nowhere to run. She might scare them off now, but it would be a problem later.

"Heading for the roof, providing covering fire from there, ma'am." With that, he made a hard sprint for the ladder, hauling himself up several rungs at a time, showing off the conditioning needed to haul all his gear around when on the march. Or when acting as engineering support for his Grenadier comrades. However, as he hauled himself upwards, he had to consider the situation at hand. Raining grenades down on the hostiles would do nicely, but if he weren't with the Inquisition, well, it would be far less pleasant answering to why he had slaughtered civilians. Sure, once it was proven that they were revolting, it wouldn't be a problem, but until then, it would be irritating. Inquisitorial authority might make things easier, sure as sure. Once he hauled himself onto the roof, he scanned briefly to see if he spotted Solares before moving into position and overwatching the courtyard, barely able to see the psyker, and trained the grenade launcher on the mob. They make a hostile move, and several impact frags would make things a rather messy situation for them.

[Assistant]
'God damned braindead moron...' Vala thought as Adrianne stormed outside in the loudest and most showly manner possible. That woman was a complete pest... believing herself to be indestructible just cause she wielded parts of the warp. That just made her even more of an annoyance really, besides there was just as good chance she'd make a mistake on day and self destruct, a feat that Vala would actually pay to see.

 Without losing any more time, Vala rushed to the 'opened' door and took a look outside only to witness even more of the psyker's nonsense. Now she was sure. SOMEONE HAD TO BEAT THIS MORON SENSLESS TO BRING SOME LOGIC AND THOUGHTS INTO HER BLOODY EMPTY HEAD! For now the mercenary took a position by the door on the inside, making herself easily able to look and shoot outside while using the wall for cover. She knew they'd have support from the above which basically meant they didn't really have to bother with this fight as much, but she didn't want a single mistake to be her end...

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Herold ignored the fact Solares gave a thumbs up to Angsar and not him, despite having the same weapon. It was the Trooper's idea after all. Being an Arbites was nothing if not a thankless job, and it seemed he'd need to perform that job again just now. Armed Civilians were the most basic thing he needed to handle on a planet, and he had dealt with such problems many times before.

The Arbites watched as Adrianne kicked the Cargo doors open, and knew she had to have used some of her Psyker abilities to help, which helped him see the use of using such energy. Still, her semi-heretical powers and obvious lunacy had him nearly wanting to aim at her back just as much as the crowd of rioters. He decided against it though, not wishing to harm an ally of the Imperial Inquisition.

Briefly, he overviewed the tactical layout of where they were. The Trooper had gone up top, and the two women were down below with him. With the Grenade Launcher above, and both ground companions having formidable weapons, and one was clearly a competent Psyker, he doubted that there would be many civilian's left if Herold's companions open fired. So he decided to strap the Grenade Launcher to his back and retrieve his Shock Maul and Hydraphur Pattern Suppression Shield. He would take out any rioters that made it close, while simultaneously being near impervious to the wild, panicked shots that would soon follow when this crowd lost control of themselves.

His face grim and hard set, the Arbites planted himself to the right of the Psyker, shield and Maul hefted. "Cease and desist citizens." He said, his gravelly voice as intimidating as his visage.

[Assistant]
The loud crack of the two warehouse doors being kicked open drew the rioter's attention away from the Rhino they were trying to break into and onto the man and woman that now appeared before them. It was clear that they were quite well armed and one of them even appeared to be a psyker. There was a short moment of discontent among the mob once both Adrianne and Herold had issued their warnings, but men are not easily swayed from a goal they believe in, or what they are told is a righteous cause.

One of the rioters yelled out in defiance to both of them, mocking their foolishness to follow the false emperor. "We have been gifted the strength to fight against the heretics of the false emperor, not even your guardsmen posed a threat to us. You two are the ones that should be laying down your weapons and handing yourself over to us. Our new Emperor will welcome you with open arms, he shall lead us through the stars on a glorious conquest to wipe out all those unworthy. Give in to chaos and be reborn anew!" Something pushed back against Adrainnes own powers, an uncomfortable wave of energy and presence that made all besides the rioters feel disturbed.

On top of the warehouse where both Solares and Ansgar were observing the rioters below, a low rumble could be heard. Solares glanced over at Ansgar and nodded her head at him once, "I've heard enough of this heresy." Stepping forward and off of the top of the warehouse, she used her jump-pack to slam herself into the ground feet first, creating a shockwave and a large cloud of debris that formed around the area. She had aimed to land on top of the most condensed area of the rioters, resulting in a grotesque shower of viscera and a cloud of crimson mist. There was no time to waste, as soon as she hit the ground, Solares had opened fire with both of her heavily modified auto pistols.

If anyone could have seen Solares's facial expression under her helmet, they would have seen joy mixed with the fury she unleashed upon the heretics around her. Through the clouds of smoke, bright flashes of light could be seen as loud gunfire echoed through the streets.

"Engage at will!" Celestian Andromedai yelled into her microphone over the pandemonium that erupted outside of the warehouse. She quickly made her way into the street and opened fire upon the rioters, it was clear though that these were the cultists they were looking for. Aiming down her sight, the heavily modified bolter that she used fired over and over again, hitting her targets dead center or in a critical area.

"Psyker Adrainne, do not use any area of effect abilities that could put us in danger, be wise with your attacks." Celestian Andromedai was concerned about a repeat of what happened with Adrianne in a museum upon a pleasure world many years ago. The thoughts of that day had stayed with her, teaching her many valuable lessons.


[System]
Age: 17 (appears as 30 when under the effects of Shapeshifting)
Physical Description:

Finbarr is 5'8" tall and weighs 65 kilograms. Overall, he has a modest form.

When using shapeshifting to alter his human appearance, he becomes 6'1", but he still weighs the same.

Important items:

- Armor: Standard issue body armor.
- Twin energy swords: Two plasma blades that can be turned on and off. Light and easy to carry around, if not having a strange balance of weigh when wielded.
- Pictures of family and friends. Believe it or not, he has a Rau've friend.
- A diary containing all of his experiences.
- Credits: A few thousand worth of money given by the Rau've, in addition to 20 million galactic credits derived from Ashton and Flame's playing of the stock market.
- Plasma pistol: Definitely only for self defense.

Short Bio:
Finbarr Callaghan was born to a middle income family in an underground city in the Saturnian Moon of Titan. As an only child, he was extremely cherished by his parents, and because of his loving upbringing in a rather friendly environment, Finbarr would grow up to have a heart of utter compassion and a positive outlook in life. And, to be fair, he truly was blessed in the lottery of destiny; he had a family that was quite well off, he attended a private school that was built into a space station orbiting the moon, had true friendship, and did not have any bad experiences early on in life. As such, he would see the universe as a place of opportunity, a realm where there is always a silver lining if one knows where to look. One might say that he is detached from reality, but no one can deny that this kind of thinking is the reason why he was good at what he does. Friends looked to Finbarr for comfort, and he spent quite an amount of his allowance when giving to beggars. All was well, life was good. Finbarr dreamt of going to theater art, and eventually become an actor. After all, his cousin, Connor, was also one, and was already starring in a few movies.

Those dreams would end up becoming wishful thinking, however. Finbarr was kidnapped by unseen agents on his way back home before his fifteenth birthday, and was injected with Kaisoken dust, giving him magical powers. The Ascendancy said that all of this was for betterment of humanity, even as he and his fellow youngsters were forced into a grueling program. Despite everything, however, the temptation to lose his humanity in the depths of horror and torture was ignored. He would help squad mates that hurt themselves, even if it meant a scolding from the higher ups. He would then be forced to fight, and even then, it took a lot of "convincing" with Mind Magic to get him to actually kill anything. It took a while for him to finally accept that he had no choice, and did the missions anyway, even with a heavy heart.

The battle of Proxima Centauri would be his last deployment. He was amongst the first to be captured, jumping out of a breach portal only to be immediately grappled by a Rau've soldier.

When he came to be, he looked around to see the friends that he had made in the camps in prison as well. At first, he expected to be abused yet again, but the Rau've were unexpectedly compassionate... just like himself. It would be reported that all he did was cry tears of relief as soon as the Rau've showed them kindness rather than wrath.

Now that he had been released, Finbarr had found his former dreams an impossibility, to return to his beloved mother and father a paradox. To this end, despite whatever his conscience may say, he will avenge himself, and every other child whose future had been ripped away from them by the Ascendancy.

Spell List:

Breach Portal (Timespace): Finbarr is able to open either two small portals (large enough for someone to put their hand inside), or one person sized portal at any given time. These portals can either lead to visible locations within 100 meters, or to a place that Finbarr is very familiar with. The exception to these principles is that if Finbarr detects that someone he is 'connected' to is in danger via Retrocognition, he will be able to project a breach to their location, even if he is not familiar with it.

Energy Blast (World): Finbarr is capable of projecting beams of energy from his hands, which are powerful enough to hit with the strength of a heavy laser.

Spacetime Lockdown (Timespace): Encapsulates up an entity in a cuttable dimensional pocket space via a beam of energy for 5 seconds. While inside, captured entities are unable to interact with the rest of the universe and vice versa.

Retrocognition (Timespace): Finbarr has a chance of being able to sense when someone he is connected to is in mortal danger. This connection refers to friendship, romance, or familial ties.

Shapeshifting (Change): Finbarr is able to turn to any kind of animal, though this requires practice for each type. Currently, he can be a cat, a lizard, and rat. In addition, he is also able to alter his human appearance to a limited degree. Usually, he uses shapeshifting to hide his true age.

Chronoshift (Timespace): Finbarr is able to shift back into any point he was in within the 10 seconds before casting, reversing injuries that were sustained prior to Chronoshift being used while retaining all memory of what has transpired. Chronoshift is usable in between cooldowns of 2 minutes each.

Character Traits:

Master Swordsman: Finbarr was trained as a master duelist, taking advantage of his small, nimble frame and Timespace Magic to be one of the most dangerous sword wielders amongst the Star Marines. While most individuals that still dare use melee weapons in such an advanced age would be gunned down long before they got close to their targets, Finbarr would not, what with his ability to cross engagement distances in the blink of an eye. As such, he is excellent when dueling with singular foes, though even he has limits, namely the fact that once he portals to a location, his exit point could be intercepted. In addition, he cannot endure damage as much as the likes of Tarak or Narvia; Finbarr is more well suited for settling fights quickly.

Deceptive Acting: For Finbarr, speaking lies are as easy as breathing, and pretending to be someone else is, apparently, part of his baggage. Long skilled in theatrics, he couples this with his Shapeshifting Magic, making him a good pick for infiltrations and undercover missions. Not even lie detection machines could find fault in him; telepathic magic would be required to sniff out his true intentions.

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MIRON - PRESENT

The noises of the cell itself hardly drowned out the now pacing Miron, it was obvious he was impatient, but he'd only have one shot at this, literally. He had less than a minute before the barrier change over, and recycling, so it was almost time to get ready, he had to make it believable short out the sensors, and generators in one shot, just below the barriers.

"C'mon, c'mon!"  Waiting patiently was always something he lacked, despite his usually positive nature. In the palm of his hand he clutched a morphing ball of glowing matter, like a liquid but not quite a liquid, and just as the cycle happened in the split second of time, he let go of it, raising his arms up to protect himself against the blast, but not much would happen other than knocking him back a few feet. He looked up with a slight bit of hope. "Yes! Quickly covering his mouth, he proceeded to the now unprotected door, and peeked through it, not seeing anyone just yet, he began to cut through the door, using the Axion beam as a laser cutter, it wouldn't heat the metal, but it punctured through it like a pencil through paper. The sustained usage though would be draining. He stepped through the hole, silently placing the heavy circle he cut through back in place and then bolting for anything he could find that would be useful. He would warp himself around the pairs of patrolling guards, into corners where no one would see him, but it could only last so long.

[Assistant]
Circle of Hell - Holding Cells Block B

Alan's eyes were steeled the moment he confirmed Finnbar was still on their side. He stayed silent until the folks he didn't know that were with him took the elevator upwards. As soon as he confirmed they were out of sight, he immediately jumped towards his cells bars to get as close to the other side - and to his friend - as possible, before whispering.

"Any chance you can make some mini-portal or something to get this damn thing off?" Alan simply asked.

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Maria stared into the eyes of the doctor and found something fascinating within them: Relativity, familiarity, like looking into a mirror, fogged and blurred; he saw himself in her, and she sees something back. It was a curious thing for her, as she tilted her head, what must this person have had happened to him to make her eyes so similar to her own?

An exploration for another day, but perhaps it was because of this that when the Doctor mentioned that he was a friend, she didn't need her telepathy active to know that he was telling no lie. ...The fact that he unlocked her cell helped with that opinion as well though. Furthermore, the name Millard was someone Joey talked about during the trip that led them here.

As soon as the door opened, she walked out and pointed downwards with her finger, as if indicating the answer being below them.

"...Two allies. One floor below us lies Alan, a fellow Star Marine...By the voices I'm hearing, it seems Finnbar is already down there with him. Fortunate: He can make them an escape route out of those cells, for him, and for Joseph Albion below them." She told Millard as she looked out the balcony of her floor towards the whole of Cell Block B, watching for potential guards doing patrols on the lower floors.

While her voice was befitting her ten-year-old appearance, it was a cold and distant tone to her every word, there was no relief to see an ally rescuing her, no distress for either of her captive allies, and she spoke of Finnbar as if he was a conveniance and nothing more. It was like she was a doll or a machine, emotionless and seemingly without a soul. Most would find it unnerving, maybe even see this as not being her, maybe she's brainwashed? Perhaps a clone or an android with her appearance disguised as her? But for the Star Marines, this isn't new, she's been like this ever since they met her. They knew she's as human, and just as capable of feeling as the rest of them, but her lack of emotional conveyance was something she could not help.

"Do you have a key for this collar?" The little girl asked, her eyes on that neutral face staring towards Millard, down to her soul.

Man Emperor @Th3King0fChaos

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Finbarr smirked as Alan asked if he could use a portal of some kind to remove the magic dampening collar that was stopping Alan from simply melting the bars with his own magical abilities. Poor Alan. "Huh, don't be ridiculous.", Finbarr replied, pulling out the unignited hilt of one of his plasma blades out of his black cloak, winking at Alan as he went. "A portal won't cut through that... but this will."

The Timespace magician glanced at the black and gold hilt of his weapon. It had been a while since he had a good look at it; there were writings emblazed on the surface, and the symbol of the Celtic Cross right at the center. On a vertical pattern were these words, "Is é an bua atá againn"... meaning "Vengeance will be ours" in old Irish Gaelic. He was taught the ancient tongue by his parents back in Titan...

Finbarr brushed those memories aside, and smiled back at Alan. "Don't worry, friend. It will all be alright... remember this bad boy?", Finbarr asked, waving the hilt at him, though he did so with his back facing the camera that he spotted in the corner of the cellblock.

Finbarr then leaned closer to the cell, whispering, "Just gotta wait for the cyber lady to confirm that she has the thing we needed, then I'm busting you out. Okay?"

...

Once he had confirmation that Laurey had the Realist and their mission accomplished, Finbarr would ignite the blade, and with one swift motion, slash the bars unto two sets of halves. In that moment, he would also return to his regular appearance; a 5'8", black haired boy with a thing for black clothing. "Here." Finbarr adjusted the length of the blade to that of a knife. "Stand still, I'm taking the bloody thing off!"


[System]
Age: 14
Element: Wind
Appearance:

Personality:
A bumbling, airheaded girl who always seems to have her mind somewhere else. She excessively wonders about all sorts of things and is prone to mindless wandering, often finding herself somewhere with no idea of how she got there. If she manages to keep herself focused, she's actually very knowledgeable.

She can be a good friend as long as you don't mind if she skips a beat or two of the conversation.

History:
The Andors have been scientists and scholars for generations. Lyra's father is a mathematician, and he had taught her the intricacies of numbers and logic since she was young. Lyra's mother--who named her after a constellation--is an astronomer, and has impressed on her a sense of wonder for the universe.

At a young age, Lyra seemed keen to devour her family's scholarly knowledge, but somehow she was also easily drawn to music. When she was seven years old, in an act of confidence that surprised everyone, little Lyra declared that she wanted to be a musician, not a scientist like her parents.

It was a family friend who first noticed that her affinity for music might not be superficial. He was studying the elements in secret, and found out that Lyra has a grasp on the element in which music flows: air. When he told her parents about this fact, they were less than thrilled. The magic of the elements, after all, seems so far removed from their logical sciences.

The same family friend suggested that Lyra be sent to the Elemental Academy, where she could learn about her power in peace without frustrating her parents. They still love her, but agreed that it was for the best, and sent her off.

Equipment: She plays the trumpet and the violin. She might absent-mindedly carry either of them around.

[User]
Amelia Lycrosse

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"Yes, it's called steampunk." Amelia watched Jideh get up, kneel next to her, and peer at the flower behind her. "They probably do, Jideh. Do you think we should just eat back at the suite? I mean, I'm really enjoying dinner with you, but exams are on Sunday and- uh," Amelia cast her gaze down at the table,"I haven't studied," she whispered. Her face flushed bright red at the prospect that she might not study, but also somehow because Jideh was there. She decided that it must just be hot in the restaurant, as Jideh had already taken off his jacket and ws also flushing a bit. Amelia expected perfection of herself, and so the concept that one wouldn't study before exams, even if one didn't need to, was completely and utterly foreign. "I mean, I don't- I don't really need to study, if-if you wanted to, you know stay. I do. That is, I want to stay." Goodness Amelia, get control of that stutter, her brain was informing her. But her tongue didn't want to. You most certainly may not have a crush on your roommate, was the other thing her brain was informing her of, which Amelia thought reasonable for the most part, but also didn't think was entirely untrue.

[Assistant]
Dia

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Dia sighed, wrapping her arms around Felix's chest.
"Yeah...I guess that makes sense..." she mumbled, wiping her eyes on her shoulder. "I just wish I was making more prog..." she trailed off as her mind caught up to her body, blinking in surprise as her face flushed a deep crimson, Dia looked down at the hands on her hips. Biting her lip, she shook her head quickly as her heart beat faster.

Before she could stop herself, Dia had landed a deep kiss, her hands running through Felix's hair.

Several moments passed in that embrace, Dia's normally cold aura kicking up colder and colder.

It was when the lightbulb shattered that she jumped, falling off the bed, and realized what she was doing.

She tried several stuttering attempts at speech before huffing and throwing herself down in a mock tantrum, laying flat on floor and looking at the ceiling.

"D-dont d-do th-that." She muttered, partially to Felix, her power, and herself.

[User]
Jeremy was lost.

This was a weird, new feeling for the excitable boy, as he tended to have a pretty good sense of direction most of the time, being able to make his way around his home town, which was only about thirty kilometres from where e was standing, with enough ease that some of his friends had begun to accuse him of teleportation. He wasn't the kind of kid to get lost. If anything, he was the one getting others lost when they tried to follow him!

Now though, he was at the Academy, the place he'd been looking forward to for most of his life, and he was lost in a maze of streets and alleys. Somehow, even with all the stories his parents had told him, he couldn't manage to find his way around.

And this was even with him trying to follow the streets towards the massive tower looming above everything!

Eventually, he made it to the tower properly, although it had taken about an hour! Still though, it was really beginning to hit him. After fifteen years of waiting, he had finally made it!

Taking a deep breath of anticipation, he stepped into the tower, doing his best to stop his excitement from taking over.

And then he chuckled lightly, before throwing his arms up into the air with a loud shout of exhilaration.

"I DID IT!"

Well, it looked like he hasn't quite succeeded in keeping his excitement under control, but he honestly didn't care. He vaguely registered the stares from a few students as he ran happily around the room, quickly finding the stairs and sprinting up them, still giggling like an idiot.

"I wonder what my roomie will be like?" He laughed to himself as he ran.

Honestly, he wasn't sure what the point of running up the tower was apart from simple exploration. Still, he was sure that a student or teacher or something would eventually stop him, and then he could just ask them what he was meant to do!

Yep, that was a good enough plan. Definitely.

"This is gonna be the best!" He shouted, startling a couple of nearby students.

[Assistant]
Freya

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I'm sorry ma'am, but you would have to wait just a wee bit longer. The administration is still fixing up your room assignment and that may take an hour or more, so please use this time to explore the academy. If you'd like, you can leave your belongings here as you wander the campus. You might find that the school has a lot of surprises just waiting to be found.

Those were the words Ms. Lobbyist said to Freya just a couple of moments ago. "Yeah, I can do that", Freya mumbled as she made her way outside, "Give me one whole year and I can confidently say I've mapped this entire place out."

Not that she's being too extreme, but this place is very huge. She's pretty sure everything as far as your eyes can see is the school's property. She has seen a lot of schools online that boast on how grand and majestic their campuses are, but this academy definitely takes the cake.

After walking for a couple of minutes, she remembered the perfect way to spend the time. She pulled out her phone and earphones and listened to Alessia Cara's "Seventeen"; she loves that girl so much. She concentrated and eventually sparks flew out of her hands. Other people call them sparks, she calls them baby fireworks even though they're just pure light and have no fire. The baby fireworks leave a trail as she waves her hands around which is perfect 'cause as far as she knew, she always wanted to be a human sparkler.

Now that Freya thought about it, she might look downright weird to anyone because she looks like a walking fireworks dispenser. She just laughed because she really just craves attention. Back at her past schools, she was given some weird looks here and there but didn't get any serious case of bullying. Guess being the daughter of a megastar does has its perks.

She doesn't see any people while looking around. Perfect, Freya thought. She rubbed her hands together and cartwheeled for dear life. Man, to be able to do anything out in public really works wonders for her shy self-esteem! For the next couple of minutes, she can pick her nose, scratch her butt, and daydream without anybody judging her! She sighed, life is good.

Eventually, even a bundle of energy such as herself gets tired too. Thankfully, she can see a bench that's just a couple of steps away when she listened to the next song on her playlist. Freya's eyes widened when she learned what it is: Beyonce's "Countdown".

Yep. From a walking human sparkler, she became a dancing human sparkler. She's pretty sure she's going to be hella tired later but actually, she's just too happy to even care.

[User]
Drow

Location
Mountainside

(Sorry for short post)

The boy was helped up by the two other students that were there. Drow was glad to see that they got along so well. It didn't appear she herself was all that wanted here however when the two students that were helping the boy got up and headed off to god knows where. Drow frowned for a a moment thinking about what she had done to scare them away like this. Drow gave a short bow in return to say them goodbye and saw them off before turning back around to Alex.

The boy gave answere to the question about if he was fine. He said he wasn't hurt and didn't look hurt either so she was relieved to see and to know he was fine by flashing a kind brief smile his way. Drow turned the front of the notepad back at her face to write something else to the boy, then pen was quickly clicking its way over the paper before she turned it back to Alex his way again with a stretched out arm. Drow he writing was fairly detailed and tidy so anyone would be able to decipher it.

'I am a new teacher here this year, my name is Drow Winterfield and I am looking for students willing to join extra lessons if they feel behind or want to step up their game. You don't have to join but if you do want to join you can always leave later.'

The words sounded kind but Drow did not display much else then a blank glare at the boy. There was even a smiley drawn at the bottom yet it did not seem like Drow had drawn it.

'My element is lightning just like yours so I can give you some advice if you show me what you can do with what you have learned or if you have any seperate questions. I'm always willing to listen so don't be shy when you actually have a question.'

[Assistant]
Algorithm
Three months had passed ever since Kanako had her one-on-one session with Catherine, and ever since, she had improved at her ability to manipulate wind, thanks to her teachings. Her major weakness was her ability to stay calm at all times, to keep her breathing even. She had gotten better at fixing it, though still far from perfect. Through these three months, she had a couple of other shameful events happening to her, mostly thanks to her short skirt. Nothing on the level of losing your skirt in front of a teacher thought, thankfully for her. She had learned not to accuse any boys who happened to catch a glimpse of her panties as perverts, since it could be an honest accident. Catherine always said to keep an open mind after all. Unfortunately, she still couldn't keep herself from being embarrassed and angry.

Hmm, why don't she just wear pants, you might ask? Well, she once wore them to class but it shamefully ripped right when she bent over in front of the class to pick up a fallen marker. She suspected that some pervert with a good ability to manipulate wind did it since there were many other times where her skirt would just fly up on her own. If she wore a skirt, she could counter it immediately with her own wind manipulation while there would be nothing she could do with a pair of ripped pants.

She continued her one-on-one training with Catherine, making her have more and more respect for the teacher. Her teaching wasn't just good, she was also a really good wind elementalist. She had sneakily tried to lift the hem of her skirt with her wind a couple of times, but every time her wind was nullified before it could even touch the fabric. She guessed this was what Catherine meant by having awareness of the air around you. Oh how she wished her control was as good as her.

And today, they would have their first test from the Headmaster, whatever that would be. She felt confident with her ability however. Whatever he would send at them, she should be able to handle it.

Time to prove the fruits of my training with Miss Catherine!

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So you can make the violin play without touching it? Lyra's old teacher had said, when she called home after three months in the academy. She called her parents too, but they seemed more distant than they had been. They always changed the subject whenever anything about the elements came up. Instead, they asked her about the town, or academy building, or the atmosphere of the place, or her friends. She wanted to tell them about Zeke, but it was difficult. Zeke, who could paint colours in the air. They wouldn't believe a word about him.

The violin is a bit complicated. I'm surprised you can pull it off, her old teacher had said. Have you tried using the same tricks to play the recorder flute? It's a simpler instrument.

So today Lyra left her violin in the room and was instead carrying a recorder flute she'd bought in town. She could summon gusts of wind now, which create different notes according to which part of the flute they went through. It was a bit difficult to control, and it was a completely different feeling to when she was playing the violin. She continued making random notes through the flute, slowly figuring out how to make it sing, as her feet were carrying her around the academy grounds.

Eventually, something distracted her enough to make her look up. There were sparks in the air, like a small firework party right on the grass. She blinked, then saw that there was a girl underneath those sparks, dancing to an inaudible rhythm. Lyra wasn't sure if she'd seen her before, but her firework dance was mesmerising. She stood while her mind ran.

Sparks from her fingers. Fire? No, it doesn't feel like one. Is just light then? But not the same light like Zeke. And those movements, the kind of music she might be listening to needs a beat that's....


[System]
Bryce Theodor Kent

"Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow."
Birth Name:
Taylor Penrose Kent

Nickname:
Theo, Bryce Krispies

Age:
17

Birth Date:
April 14, 1998

Gender:
Male/FTM (No-Op)

Sexuality:
Heterosexual

Martial Status:
Single.

Sexually Active:
Yes.

Occupation:
Guitarist for a local band without pay, so he's looking for a paying job.

In Depth Appearance:
Bryce likes to keep his brown hair at a short length and slightly groomed. His eyes are a light blue, and can easily be confused with grey from afar. He's 5'9 and weights around 129 pounds. Bryce makes an effort to workout when he can't make a good excuse not to (And he's usually good at making excuses) so his bodytype is rather average.

Clothing Style:
Bryce usually wears flannel or button down shirts underneath a fleece jacket. For pants either jeans or cargo pants with knee high socks plus tennis shoes or boat shoes. To complete the look he's mostly seen wearing a hat, mostly baseball caps, beanies, etc, anything besides a snapback.

Likes:
Playing the guitar
Reading
Soccer
Cooking
Music
Poetry

Dislikes:
4Chan
Soap Operas
Snapbacks
Prejudice
When people ask if he's in a Belvedere club
Golf
Rice Krispies
Having a clean room (He says his room leaks creativity, while some people think it's just messy.)

Habits:
When he needs to air out his emotions, Bryce usually takes the easier route and just writes poetry.
Bites the inside of his mouth harshly when anxious.
His eyes tend to dart around when he's overly excited, if he's wearing a beanie he'll sometimes pull it over them.
Using the word 'dude', 'bro', and 'man' towards anyone regardless of their gender.

Fears:
Being misunderstood
A victim of a hate crime
Unexplainable situations

Personality:
Bryce is a bit... Weird. Around his family he's a bit hostile but with his friends he's a pretty chill, calm, and care-free guy. Outsiders sometimes think of him as timid since he's usually soft-spoken around them. Bryce isn't exactly a soft even though he likes a few things some people consider out of the 'male gender role' (He thinks gender roles are stupid anyway.), he's more of a thrasher despite his appearance than anything. Bryce enjoys the punk-rock-sweaty-throwing myself into things atmosphere at his band's gigs.

 He's also sometimes called lazy since he'd rather stay inside playing video games and partying instead of being productive, but he just calls himself a hardcore procrastinator. If something really captivates his interest or is rather important to him (i.e, schoolwork, getting good grades) he'll strive towards it. Bryce also airs his opinions out if something means a lot to him - even if it requires launching into full debates.

Place Of Origin:
Boston, Massachusetts

Biography:
Bryce was born April 14, 1999 originally as Taylor Penrose Kent to a low middle class family. His father was a chef that eagerly taught his passion to his soon-to-be son at a very young age. Cooking helped fuel Bryce's creativity when he saw how easily yet beautiful garnishing dishes were. His mother, without a doubt, was where he got his musical talent. She loved playing instruments and having solo rock concerts in their garage. As a result she bought him an electric guitar as soon as he showed interest in alt, punk, and rock music.

At eleven he started to feel uncomfortable in his body, and failed to meet middle school's requirements of being a girl. Outcast for being too tomboyish, and everyday growing more depressed and yearning to be male he desperately told his parents fearing rejection after a year. Now twelve, they scrapped together as much money as possible for a therapist, trying to deny that their daughter was actually a son. Forced to go he underwent gender therapy that ended up playing in his favor - being deemed transgender. However, hurt by his parents he started to grow hostile and distance himself from them. The school he went to thought it'd be better if he transferred schools which they happily agreed to.

Bryce was no longer 'Taylor' and he started to demand the usage of male pronouns and changed his name. Going to the new school he started to face ruthless bullying, but this time for just being, well, him. He decided against airing out his emotions since he thought it wasn't really necessary and turned to poetry and music.

Upon graduating and going to highschool he found himself getting his first taste of friendship and falling with an incredible group of people he came to know as friends.

Extra:
Mr. Robot

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Robyn Mueller

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Robyn wasn't too far from Nessa's beach house so it was only about a twenty minute drive for her, although she sat in her car for awhile, messing with her phone before she went in. It looked like Seamus and Dom were the only two to arrive yet so she wasn't in any big rush. She grabbed two bags from her back seat. One of them were her clothes, and the other was fireworks. Nothing big or illegal since the last thing she wanted was someone calling the cops on them, but the they'd be cool to look at. She walked into Nessa's place, and set the bags down.

"Honey I'm home!" Robyn called before stepping into the living room area. She licked her lips subconsciously as she observed the room. It was just Nessa, Dom, and Seamus, and since she knew when Seamus left, he must have just arrived. She smirked to herself before moving over to couch, sitting down next to Nessa. She slipped her shoes off so she could fold her legs under her. She grabbed her phone, feeling it vibrate once more but it was just her dad. She ignored that but sent a text to Candy instead, before tucking her phone away in her pocket.

To: Candy
 I think that project Amor is a go tonight.

"So...how are y'all tonight? Oh, I brought fireworks! We can set them off tonight if we have a fire." Robyn smiled, her accent getting stronger towards the end of the sentence as she got perkier. She undid her hair from the ponytail it was in only to redo it, since she felt random strands brushing her face before looking at Nessa's food. She turned thoughtful for a moment, her desire for food warring with her desire to mess with Dom. In the end, her desire to mess with Dom won out, and she decided to get food later, when the others arrived. She did, however, look around for the alcohol, seeing none on her first cursory glance.
"Hey Ginger, where did you stash the drinks?"

[Assistant]
Candice Cho

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The drive to the beach house actually went pretty quick for Candy. Probably because she was singing all the way there along to the radio. Time flies when you're having a good time. Once she has arrived, she checked her phone and saw that more people have texted the group. It was a good thing she brought her pajamas though perhaps she'd be too drunk to change into them if the party was like any other party they had. Then she got a text from Robyn. Project Amor is a go? Perfect.

To: Robyn
"Got it. See you in 30 seconds ;)"

She parked her car and skipped cheerfully towards the beach house. Strangely enough the door was unlocked. That was an unsafe practice, but she supposed that was convenient. She looked around and was impressed at the niceness of the place. She saw that Robyn, Nessa, Seamus, and ugh... Dom were already here. She walked over towards them in the living room and waved. She gave Nessa a quick hug and said, "Hey! Thanks for hosting. Everything looks great!" Then she walked over to Seamus and gave him a playful nudge. "Yo, where's my drink, bitch?" she joked, knowing he wouldn't take her seriously. Afterwards she went up to Robyn and gave her a hug as well. "Miss me, darling?
Ready for our secret mission?
" She whispered the last part softly in Robyn's ears so no one could hear her.

And finally, there was Dom. She looked at him with mock-disgust. "Ew, it's you. Hey loser, you actually wore something decent. Where's your holiday spirit though?" She didn't even want to wait for his response so she went to the garden real fast to get some food instead. She knew whatever he wanted to say could probably wait til after she got something to eat. She grabbed a burger and went back to the living room where everyone was. She held up her hand, took a bite of her burger and only after swallowing it, turned to Dom and said, "You may proceed."

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Vanessa Lopez

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Vanessa eyed both of the fabulous and delicious guys before her as she kicked her heels off, letting out a sigh of relief. 'Shit.' She thought to herself as she eyed Dominic, forgetting to fix him a plate. She was fucking up already towards the one person that may actually like her back. Vanessa quickly got up from her seated position and scrambled to fix Dominic a plate. She even went to extent of putting a little bit extra on his plate. While carrying the plate back inside, she was shaking and it could be seen as the plate rattled a little. "Here you go, Dominic." She smiled then knelt beside him. "Even though I love your minty fresh breath, you still need to eat." She stood back upright and patted her hand upon his chest before walking back over to sit down.

Her eyes glanced to the side of her as Robyn enter her home. She didn't hate Robyn but simply didn't get along with her but she never let it showed in front of her other friends. "Hey Robyn. I am good. How are you doing tonight?" Vanessa asked towards her, getting up and going outside after her answer to fix her a plate. "Here you go." She handed her a plate along with a soft drink with a smile. "Here you go, Dom." She tossed a soft drink towards him with a wink. "And you brought fireworks. Glad someone did because I completely forgot." She lowered her head with those words then sprung it back up. "That's cool. We can walk to the beach and pop then later." She smiled with a thumbs up as she looked towards Seamus and Dominic now.

She took another bite out of her burger, looking at Candy as she entered the house now. She squealed and got up after sitting her plate down and giving Candy a tight squeeze. She adored Candy and moved to go fix her a plate but seen her walking that way to fix herself a plate. Vanessa threw her hands up then sat back down, though slipping off of the couch and busting her ass. 'Fuck. You've got to be kidding me.' She thought to herself as she laid down on the ground for a moment, not wanting to get back up and see Dominic's face.

She was so embarrassed but she got up anyway and chuckled a bit nervously then sat back down, clearing her throat and acting like nothing happened. "So, I see you guys brought extra bags. Good thing I brought air mattresses and blankets for everyone." She smiled while taking another bite out of her burger, trying desperately to strike up a conversation.

[Assistant]
John Foster

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When he arrived a while later, John parked his car a small distance from Vanessa's beach house, assuming her driveway would already be crammed. He stepped out, taking out the bag and swinging it across his shoulder. As he approached her home he saw more than half of them were already there. Figuring which car belonged to who, he found only Kaitlyn and Bryce were still absent; unless they had taken some other form of transportation, but that was rather unlikely since driving yourself was by far the best way to get here. Recognizing his boyfriend's car he smiled slightly, brushing his hand alongside it as if were Séamus himself he was touching. He walked up the few steps leading to the porch and wanted to ring the bell, but noticed the door was unlocked already. He raised an eyebrow before shrugging and waltzing in.

"'Sup everyone," John announced himself, raising a hand and dropping his bag next to the door. He went around the room exchanging bro hugs and brief words with everyone, the hostess first. "The place looks incredible Nessa!" he complimented her, nodding and looking around impressed. Moving on, he leaned in and hugged the person sitting next to her. "Hey Robyn, long time no see," he said, partially joking since it was only last weekend that he had last seen her, partially meaning it since it felt like a much longer time had passed.

John's mouth started to water at the delicious smell of food lingering in the room. "Ooh! If you don't mind, I'll get myself one of those as well," he exclaimed at Candy who had just gotten herself a fresh burger before disappearing to the back of the house. With a plate in his left hand and a hamburger in the other he then returned to the living room. Settling himself in between Dominic and Séamus, he slipped an arm around the waist of the latter and pulled him close. "Yo Dom, how have you been?" he asked as if to avert the other man's attention from John's hand.

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 Most of the ride consisted of Bryce humming to a slightly old rock track while checking the time every now and then. When he finally got to Vanessa's house he realized nearly everyone else were there. He grabbed a small bag filled with his clothes and scrambled to get out of the car. Upon getting to the door, he realized that it was already open which could only mean two things. 1) There happened to be a murdering spree, and everyone arrived to play murder train. Quirking a brow at his own thought, he immediately went with two: 2) It was definitely okay to go in. Bryce adjusted his clothes slightly. He felt a bit naked without one of his vests, but come on, it was hot as all living hell. "The rockstar has arrived!"

 Bryce scanned around the room quickly, noticing everyone was there except for one person... He pushed it to the back of his head, because there were so many possibilities. It was the Fourth of July. Traffic, lines to get gas, eh, anything really. Kat could've possibly even stopped to acknowledge the distant sounds of fireworks, car lights, well, probably even the sky. He shook his head gently and threw a quick smile on. He gave Vannessa a rather awkward fistbump (assuming she's still sitting), quirked a brow to acknowledge Dominic, and then threw a smirk in his sister's direction. The aroma of burgers settled in the air and Theo started to regret eating at home. He'd surely try one as soon as the real party started. Drinking, smoking, probably dancing around as idiots somewhere on that list, and just having fun.


[System]
Age:
17
Appearance:

Personality:
A bit odd, Amari tends to either hyper-focus on one thing, working it over in her head until she's solved it, or let her attention drift from one subject to another without settling. This makes it interesting, if not difficult, to hold a conversation with her, and most people tend to keep their distance. Though she's a subpar magus, she has pride in her mother's training and likes to show off.
Abilities:
Thought Acceleration
Memory Partition - Amari has achieved three partitions.
Earth Magecraft [Barrier] - A branch of Earth Magecraft focused on creating solid barriers of mana. These barriers can be modified to react differently to being struck.
Earth Magecraft [Mana Storage] - Amari can crystallize mana using a ritual her mother taught her, which she then uses to make special candies that she eats to give her a boost of power, offsetting her normally subpar mana production. Making the candies requires time and ritual supplies, so she limits herself to carrying around twenty candies of various power at a time.
History:
Amari is the daughter of a mage from the Clock Tower and an alchemist from Atlas. Even so, her parents don't live together, instead sharing joint custody until she was sixteen, each offering her a glimpse into their lives. From her mother, she learned Earth Magecraft, spent time learning at the Tower, and eventually inherited her Magic Crest. With her father, she delved deep into calculations and research, learning how to perceive the undercurrents of the world in order to predict the future. When she turned sixteen, she was given a choice: Join the Clock Tower and study magic under her mother, or join Atlas and continue working with her father. The decision was a dificult one, but Amari had a natural talent for the techniques Atlas taught, and the relatively low quality of her magic circuits ensured she could only climb so high as a magus. She made the choice to stay at Atlas with her father, but still visits her mother whenever she gets the chance, occasionally learning a bit more about magecraft.

[User]
Victoria Vandive Velosi

She pulled her hand back as Zelretch gave a speech, admonishing those who were squabbling over some petty thing. There were rarely any 'real' magus in her life that she knew so finding out these so called prestigious mage families can be petty and childish kinda ruined the image she had of them. She had always thought they'd be elegant at all times. Calm, collected and well mannered. But that wasn't what Victoria was worried about right now.

"I'm fairly certain you have the incantation memorized, else I would be... Disappointed."

Incantation? What incantation? And she had to summon something now? There was a slight feeling of panic setting in already, but she had already resolved her will. What happens, happens. She watched the others starting their summons, with one having already successfully called out something. The incantation itself doesn't seem to matter? Improvising her own chant, she mumbled it out, holding her hand expectantly over the circle, and waited for a few moments.

Nothing.

The circle remained glowing as it did, though stronger now considering she was actively trying to interact with it. What else could she do? The others were already summoning theirs, and none of them seemed to be having the same problems she did.

"AH THIS IS ANNOYING! Full count, Magic Circuit!"  She slammed her fists together, before slamming it down onto the circle itself. "Come to me, my Servant!"

Almost immediately the circle emitted a blinding light, filling the air around her with a high pitched keening noise.

[Assistant]
Cecil Lavernth

Well, beyond the disagreements that seemed to be taking place elsewhere in the room, it looked like things were going alright. Cecil kept himself out of that, if only to avoid adding to a more confused situation than there already was. besides, it wasn't his business anyways and he had no desire to be involved in whatever feud was brewing. The sooner they got on with the project they had been called here for, the better.

But at last the final Master showed up, and Zelretch got things underway. That earned near immediate attention as Cecil focused on what he was saying, an eyebrow rising at the same time. So they were to be cooperating? Fighting some sort of singularity? He wasn't sure what it meant to be honest, but given the way it was described it definitely didn't sound like anything good. Then again, this was an awful lot of Masters to be competing in a Holy Grail War, so that part didn't come as much of a surprise.

"Guess it's time to get going," he said to no one in particular as Zelretch finished, instructing them to do their summoning and prepare for whatever this problem was in the first place. If they needed Heroic Spirits for it then they were definitely in for a ride, doubly so since Zelretch was the one organizing it, and he didn't just pop in because he felt like it. Well, as far as he knew anyway.

He cracked his knuckles before stepping forward, extending a hand out towards the circle and the shard of metal that laid within it. He had a fair idea of what he would be getting, now he just had to see if luck was on his side. "Gold and iron to be the essence, let purity and stone be the foundations...."

Gently the circle began to glow much like the others, a dim red that quickly intensified as he finished in incantation. After a second or so the catalyst would vanish from his sight, with the brightness of what he was doing at the moment. He could only hold his breath and wait in anticipation to see if he had managed to do it, or if he had just made a fool of himself in front of so many other Magi.

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Alexander Nevsky

From that circle appeared a figure in armor, chain mail around his neck, scale armor, a red cloak, gold medallions that designated the royal lineage of the Servant who wore them, as well as an iron helm that nonetheless bore an image of an angel upon it. In one hand was a red shield emblazoned with his own personal crest, while his other hand hovered near the pommel of his sword. Pulled from the throne of Heroes, the warrior answered the call willingly. To fight once again and to serve, that was something no ruler would pass up so easily.

The light faded away to better reveal the older gentleman, skin toned from a lifetime of fighting yet also worn from age. He certainly did not look lie some peasant, and his gaze swept in front of him before settling on the dour looking individual that had stood before him. While not the most pleasant upon the eyes, it seemed that this was the one who had summoned him, even as the surging mana about him made it obvious that he was not the only one to be brought here this day.

With his focus cemented, Rider took a step forward before nodding, looking upon the magus as an equal until shown that he should treat the man otherwise. "This does not look like Vladimir," he noted before speaking directly to the figure. "And you. Are you the one who brought me forth?"

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Katenka Makiri
Even as arguments broke out and egos flew around her, Katenka kept her head down, trying to focus instead on what the old wizard was saying. ...Even if she felt that silver haired women nearby staring at her. At least it wasn't in anger or disgust, or at least it didn't seem like it. She seemed like a much more distinguished mage, too... Someone like her would summon a good Servant, that's for sure. She wasn't like Katenka at all.

Sighing despondently, she began the ritual. She knew it was a lost cause, but there was no helping it. Best to get it over with and try and make the best of whatever Servant she got. In a quiet, somewhat husky voice, she spoke the incantation...

"You, um... S-seven heavens clad... In three words of... Of power, arrive from the ring of deterrence... O keeper of the... Of the b-balance..."

Her entire body was shaking as the circle burst into light. She tried to convince herself that it was just a side-effect, just a result of the mana flowing through her body (she wasn't exactly used to formalcraft, after all), but even if that was the case her nerves weren't exactly helping. For a moment, she kept her eyes shut, not wanting to see what failure of a Servant she's undoubtedly summoned...

But of course, curiosity is hard to contain, and soon enough she found her eyes opening to gaze upon what she'd called forth from the Throne of Heroes...

[Assistant]
Walgrave

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As the tall figure of an armored warrior stood before him Walgrave found himself thinking back on the Mysteries he had seen through his life. It had been more than a few. Though diminished, the modern age was not devoid of wonders. From the extravagant experiments hosted by the nobles houses, to the subtle but immeasurably strong prana of an elemental, to the dark menacing power of the Dead Apostles he had seen first hand Walgrave considered himself well versed in the higher mysteries that yet remained in the world. They were a rare sight these days after all, and he appreciated them.

So it was with a peculiar feeling he hadn't felt in a very long time that he recognized one of these greater mysteries standing before him now. After a moment he recognized it as fear. Fear and excitement.

Every inch of this marvelous creature was pulsing, drowning and simply overflowing with Prana. An immortal, an elemental in human form, it was something beyond anything he had quite laid eyes on before.

It was with a jolt that he realized the being had asked him a question. He had been staring at it vacantly for the past fifteen seconds.

"...Yes. I am the one who... hrrm, called you... up. I am your.. Master." The old magi rasped, his voice barely above a whisper. He fumbled for old formalities that had once seemed second nature, but now made their way past his lips like gears clogged with grime.

He gestured vacantly for the Servant to kneel and ask the question that would allow him to bind this Servant to his prana pool. "Say the hmmm... words. Complete the contract..."

[User]
Arturia Pendragon, Saber

The blue motes of light gather and swirl, rising from the blazing magic circle. They collected and gathered, beginning to manifest something... more. Feet, clad in silvery-armored boots, and then rising further to reveal a blue dress. Further and further they rose, manifesting more of a dress, further armor plating... and still, it rose. The form it revealed was lightly-built, clad in armor, armor worn over a rather elegant blue dress. Two gauntlets rested on the hilt of something invisible, a hazy sheen of air twisting and manifesting around some sort of weapon. It was impossible to tell, however, exactly what was there. As the light rose further and further, it finally revealed the Servant's face. Green eyes, blonde hair, and a girl's face.

Saber gazed at her Master. The memory of her previous summoning was... fresh in her mind. Terribly so... she had been forced to destroy the holy grail. She had been... she'd... Lancelot... She had to strive for victory, in order to fulfill this wish. The crushing loss of the grail and a reminder of all her failures served to tell her that she must win, in order to prevent that suffering from ever occurring in the first place. Her summoner was a girl, perhaps in her twenties, with dark clothing and dark hair. And yet... this was different, wasn't it? The information had swiftly filtered to her as she was summoned. This was unlike the previous war she had been called into. It was a battle to protect the world from a terrible possibility.

And so, Saber pushed her wish from her mind. For no matter what her desires were, no matter what tragedies had come before, she was a knight above all else. A knight's duty was to protect those in need, to conduct oneself with honor and dignity in the face of adversity. No matter what her memories may contain at the moment, no matter how terrible the situation had been previously... Arturia Pendragon would not allow it to sully her knighthood.

Indeed, regardless of circumstances, there were two chief duties held now, within the Servant's mind. One was to fulfill the purpose she had been summoned for, to defend this world from whatever terrible possibility could befall it from this strange grails all across different versions of reality. The other was the protection of the girl in front of her, the Master who had summoned her to this world. Regardless of her previous experience as a Servant, this duty did not change in her mind. The only way she would possibly reject such a duty was if her Master proved herself to be a person of dishonor and cruelty.

And so, hands on the obscured hilt of her sword, her green eyes fixed firmly on her Master...

"I ask of you, are you my Master?"

[Assistant]
Amari shut out all outside distractions as soon as she was given the go ahead. All that mattered was getting the summoning right the first time. She had practiced with her mother, gotten advice from her father, and read every book she could get her hands on. She was ready.

The words of the incantation that passed her lips barely registered to her as she focused her entire will on the circle. She knew it wasn't necessary, but she couldn't help being nervous. What if she did it wrong, and her Servant didn't appear? She doubted she could even face her father if she failed her first real assignment. No, she couldn't think like that now. She needed this to work, so it would work. There was no reason for it not to work. She was a mage just like everyone else in this room.

As the last word of the spell died off, the steadily glowing circle flashed brilliantly, like so many other circles in the room. The light blinded her for a second, and she covered her eyes with her arms, surprised for a second, then mortified that she hadn't expected it. Before her eyes could adjust again, she heard movement from the center of her circle, and stiffened in anticipation.