[System]
Male
Looks about 30
Appearance
6'0"
Pale white skin.
White irises. Edges around his eyes are naturally often dark. Giving him the appearance of having eyeliner.
Messy slightly below shoulder length wavy white hair. Long bangs that often get in his eyes. Two engraved cylindrical medium length silver hair beads, one on the right side of his hair and one on the back left.
Silver feather dangle earring on his left ear lobe.
Left hand's fingernails are pointed and sharp

Faux golden mink fur double breasted coat. Length goes down to his mid thigh. Brown horn buttons. Brown silk liner.
Black with white polka dots pattern wool fringed scarf worn draped around the back of his neck under his coat. Loosely tied into a knot low right below his chest.
Various loose fitting polo or aloha/bowling shirts.
Gold 22" 10mm cuban link chain necklace.
White ribbed tank top undershirt.
Gold Rolex Datejust 36mm with a white dial and jubilee bracelet.
Silver band thumb ring, silver pinkie finger signet ring with a X engraved on the front. Gold pointer finger ring with a inlaid diamond. All on his left hand
Plain black leather dress glove with a white X on the palm on his right hand.
Silver 12mm cuban link chain id tag style bracelet on his right wrist
Black dress pants.
Black leather western style belt with an silver buckle and furnishings. Usually has a black embossed leather revolver holster on the right side.
Black leather cowboy boots with snip toe caps and floral stitching. Pant legs worn over the boot shaft.
Or
Various Air Jordan 5 sneakers.
White crew socks.

Hair
A bit longer in the back

Nemo is often considered a Mana-fiend among other terms. Someone who can feed off of mana itself for energy. He has a innate control over mana and mastery with absorption focused spells. Being able to drain other Talent's mana reserves to refill his own. With more advanced spells Nemo can even harness the natural mana found in the world for himself in a pinch.
While most Talents are able to increase their maximum mana pool by training. Nemo sadly lacks this ability. But makes up for it by being able to permanently increase his pool by fully draining mana from living beings and certain objects. Fully draining a magic user can also sometimes give Nemo the ability to use some of their spells.
An added bonus of consuming mana is that it makes him immune to aging.

All of his mana must be put to some sort of worthy use, and Nemo does so by specializing in highly destructive spells and traps. Often using an "X" shape motif. He also utilizes summoning magic circle relay rings. When a magic projectile passes through them, it increases in speed and power. Relay rings can also be chained together like a railgun to devastating effect.

Nemo triggers most of his attacks from the X shaped rune on the palm of his glove.

At times Nemo also has a affinity for fine custom weaponry instead of spells. Utilizing rifles, knives, and his trademark revolvers with specialized ammo to conserve his mana.

Nemo is fond of the dark and the cold. He sees and reacts better in darker places with his white nocturnal-like eyes. However as a drawback he often becomes irritated and uncomfortable in bright or hot areas.

While his actual age is a mystery, it is said that at a young age Nemo was shunned by all of the leading magic organizations for his unpredictable abilities and attributes. Being an orphan, Nemo was left to fend for himself in the world. His abilities were the only thing he had at a young age, realizing that most people were afraid of his style of spells. Nemo found that resorting to force to get what he needed was usually the only option that worked.

As his control over his abilities grew he began to get more involved with the magic underground. Nemo began to take advantage of his anti-mana magic to make a name for himself as a effective assassin against other fellow magic users. He did this as a means to both further his own power and take revenge against the magic community for it's treatment of him.

As Nemo's notoriety grew, the magic factions that once rejected him began to take notice. However not in the way he once wanted. Nemo began to become a problem for them, something that reached a climax when he executed a pair of Catholic Magi while on a armored transport mission.

The Church had let him grow unchecked for too long. To solve the problem they set an ambush up for Nemo with a group of Grand-Magi and a entourage of his students. A fight occurred between the two, ending with Nemo's capture. But not before the group of mages suffered great causalities, including their leader.

After the encounter Nemo was locked up deep in a pitch black cell within a dungeon located under the Vatican. There he lies in wait, feeding off of the small amount of mana rationed to him and wondering how long it will take before he is set free.

Despite it all Nemo often comes off as a rather chipper carefree individual, something that is often seems sinister while fighting instead. Nemo is often unstable, his polite and charismatic outer attitude sheds to his more psychotic inner shell while angered.
Nemo has a fascination with all things visual. Taking great pride with his work and considering the battles he partakes in as art. Aiming to make them as aesthetically impressive as he can.
He's also a collector, coming off as borderline greedy in some cases. He'll try to obtain anything he finds visually appealing. Nemo becomes highly irritated when his possessions are sullied. Thankfully he can often repair them.
Going hand in hand with his knack for collecting, he also takes great joy in eating. Being able to consume a very large amount of food and eat just about anything.

5.5 inch single action revolver.
3.5 inch birds head handle single action revolver.
Bolt action hunting rifles.
Balisong knives

[User]
Felix hit the ground and bounced as he skidded to a halt. The impact was mostly absorbed throughout the armor, and Felix was hardly effected by it other than being temporarily disoriented. It was clear that Jessie was familiar with the innerworkings of most magics, and her curiosity was something that Felix could relate to himself.

After Felix stood up he spoke briefly, "It's not as simple as saying it is polarity. You see, my suit is made of Manalloy, a substance that is much different than physical matter. So different, in fact, that it pushes against all physical matter. Although I have figured out exactly the reasoning behind the repellent nature of manalloy, it is indeed very useful." Felix explained.

Then the giant man-like creature charged him, sending two powerful punches. Felix didn't have time to dodge, so he took the hits head on. In most cases, the manaegis could absorb the blow entirely. But so much energy was exerted, that the manaegis could only absorb the internally damaging energy, and not the displacing kinetic energy. Which meant that now, Felix was flying through the courtyard once again this time not stopping until he smashed into the perimeter field.

Felix pealed himself off the barrier, and examined the situation. He then decided on using a different tactic.

Felix pointed to the sky above Man of War and yelled,"He covers His hands with lightning and commands it to strike its mark. Job chapter thirty-six, verse thirty-two." And then pointed down from the sky to the Man of War. Immediately a large purple bolt of electricity arced from the clear skies, blasting at where the the Man of War was standing.

[Assistant]
Son
"Rejecting contact with physical matter, smart."
Jessie was surprised to see Felix call thunder down onto Man of War
"That was.... less smart."
Man of War was more or less unaffected by the bolt.
"Man of War is an earth elemental, lightning, well lets just say it's not very effective."
Man of War crossed its arms and looked over at Jessie. She acknowledged it's look and snapped her fingers, dismissing the warrior. She walked over to Felix and held out her hand.
"I got a decent impression of who you are from that. Man of War has decided that you are worth giving a chance. So I suppose I will help you on your quest, for as long as you maintain that you are worthy of that trust."

[User]
Yuno had broken soon after he turned to her and watched as the developments before finally came to a close. Needless to say it wasn't her place to comment on the recent actions between Felix and the girl now identified as his sister once he spoke. The fact she was on the sheet and the likelihood of such a thing occurring made a slight sliver of doubt appear in her mind about the entire situation again, but before she could comment on anything or try and change the conversation herself Felix discovered his possible mistake on the naming list. It looked like she would need to wait the rest of the night to get answers in the following morning, and in response to that she let out a small sigh as twisted her head briefly to being her ponytail over her shoulder and gently comb through it with her hand. With the general atmosphere having become rather uncomfortable she did her best and practiced job to remain looking confident and controlled when for now even she wasn't sure where to head outside of minor introductions with Travis whom she knew, the unconscious man on the floor who she now had time to notice had blue skin, and then Nemo who was now showing himself to likely be quite the troublemaking type. She, unlike Travis, was still wary of the man who seemed to be the root cause of the trouble that prevailed. Bringing the woman here and the way he felt simply made her unable to drop her guard for now.

Her hand continued to mess with her ponytail as she used her peripheral vision to once again watch Nemo. His hands engaged in an analysis of the blade at the time which she rose an eyebrow towards before looking away to avoid trying and be caught by the man with the knife. Once he had put it away and spoke aloud she was even more guarded, though her outward attention to her hair didn't change until he was finished. Swinging her head slightly again to let it fall back behind her Yuno didn't enjoy his carefree attitude out of the fun he got from the situation and sense he gave her mananalysis. Despite being proficient in it from her studies, one such as her wasn't skilled enough to explain what she had felt in detail besides the hunger she sensed before. Instead of showing this off however she stood up from her seat and did as she did with the rest of those whom she had met: giving Nemo a small curtsy as she returned the introduction.

"You can call me Yuno, it's a pleasure." She stated as when her head lifted her face had returned to her trained smile. "I don't need to ask why they call you Smiley by the way you present yourself." She added on as he had seemingly enjoyed most of what had been going on. "It's unfortunate we couldn't hear more tonight though. And as for the man on the floor I suspect someone should take him to a room as well once we are done speaking. Or at least set him up on the sofa." With her last set of words she took her snack cup and spoon before returning to the kitchen to set the items away properly. Cleaning the spoon off quickly rather than leaving it for someone else to wash and setting it away. Returning to the room only moments later as the task was quick to say. "As for myself, I do believe we will have plenty of time to get to know each other tomorrow morning. So I think heading to bed may be the best of options. If you two wish to stay up don't let my choice decide for you."

[Assistant]
Felix felt a bit frustrated that he wasn't able to discern the type of elemental that the summoner was using. Felix had assumed that since the man of war was somewhat human, at least in shape, he would have retained some water within his body. Even his manalysis didn't give him any tips as to what type of elemental he was facing. But that had more to do with the fact he had never personally seen summoning in his life. He had read lots of material on the subject but never had he experienced it for himself.

When Jessie said he passed her test, he breathed a sigh of relief and released the manaegis allowing it to disintegrate into a bright blue blaze of pure mana.

"Well, we will be leaving post haste if you don't mind. You may want to tell the young ones that you are leaving, and grab anything you may need." Felix said, a bit winded.

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"I'll definitely keep that into consideration, Mr. Smiley," Travis forced a smile to meet Nemo's currently hospitable demeanor. Travis was still uneasy with Nemo's presence, especially with what was said from earlier was in fact all true. But the white-haired fellow nonetheless made the effort to create a friendly atmosphere around him despite the disagreeing vibes that irradiated off of him and that was as much a Travis could hope for, "The name is Travis by the way."

Yuno too then greeted Nemo in the same fashion she had presented to Travis awhile ago. Introductions aside though, she too appeared somewhat wary but maintained her pleasantness before she pointed out the man that had arrived with Felix still collapsed on the floor. It was plenty obvious, whoever he was, he really did not appear all that well. Sweat running down his face was evident enough of a warming temperature confliction that had taken hold him. Judging by his attire to a degree, he must have come from a much colder climate.

Travis shifting his gaze from Nemo and then back to the unnamed individual. With a slight directional nod as a hinting gesture to Nemo, however he may have interpret it, Travis rose from his seat and made his way to man whom appeared to be in the process of regulating and normalizing his body temperature, "Pardon me, sir? You look really under the weather; are you need of any assistance?"

[Assistant]
"Open, but not the most eager to converse bunch. Though I suppose I can't blame them, it's late... Or maybe it's just me." Nemo thought after the two spoke. "All good things to those who wait, huh?" He said to Yuno in response to her comment about not getting to hear more tonight. Figuring that Travis had it covered with blue man, he agreed that maybe retiring to a room was the best choice for now. "Tomorrow morning it is then. I've had a long day and I haven't slept on a real bed in ages. With that I bid you both, adieu." Nemo finished as he made his way upstairs, giving a small bow to the people in the room before leaving.

The mana signatures upstairs made his choice easy; he picked the room second to the last on the left and entered it. He closed the door behind him gently. The posture he used was rather over dramatic for a person who just entered a room alone. Nemo shed his coat and hung it at the door along with his scarf. He rolled up his sleeves to his elbows and took a deep breath in through his nose before exhaling, clearly planning something. He scanned the room left to right before speaking. "I hope the walls are soundproof."


[System]
Age: 16 (going on 17)
Personality: She's tough, mean (especially to Slicks), stubborn, and ruthless. But, that's just on the outside. On the inside she's just a big softy who would rather do things in a non violent way. She also cares very deeply about her looks. If her hair isn't perfect she won't go out anywhere. (Curly hair is hard to deal with)

Bio: She was born to a rich family. She has 7 older brothers (and one lazy cat), her being the youngest. All of them give her a tough time for being the youngest. But they all still love her the same. She gets into trouble very often, so they all decided to teach her how to fight. Or at least enough to defend herself.

Ever since she was little, she was treated more like a boy than a girl. Dressing up in pants than skirts, wearing her brothers' hand-me downs, hanging out with guys instead of girls, etc. Even though she was raised around tough brothers, her softer side is full of love for music.

Her dream was to become a pianist. Her parents refused to let her play piano. They wanted her to work in the family business. (A chain of diners throughout the state) She had used her allowance to sneak off and hire a tutor to teach her late at night. Her brothers do quite a good job of keeping cover for her.

Her brothers names (from oldest to youngest):
Lenny
Charlie
Antonio
Oliver
Andy
Jacob
Wilson

Her personality says slick, but she's really a royal.

[User]
Corrine blushed and covered her beet red face. "R-Rolo! You can't do that, what if someone sees?!" Corrine cried out. Luckily, no one was around them, but she swore to keep their love a secret. At least from her brothers. Though she would be lying if she said she didn't like a little public display of affection every once in awhile.

"B-but uh... let's work on that name, ok?" she stuttered, still blushing.

[Assistant]
Charles wandered around the area of Lovers Haven with his faithful bloodhound Lucius in tow. The lean and stout hound sniffed the ground diligently for any interesting and unusual scents. A gift from his father for his twelfth birthday, Lucius was one of the few possessions that Charles treasured. A strong and intelligent animal with a regal bearing, it possessed the qualities that Charles admired the most. Like most loving pet owners, Charles felt more of attachment to his loyal bloodhound than any person he knew. For those who knew Charles the most, it was obvious that the reason behind the attachment to his bloodhound was more than just its "regal bearing".

The clearing itself was a lot less spooky during the day, but no less beautiful. The rocky monolith of Ghost Rock itself did not glow in the light of the sun, though it was majestic all the same. Admittedly though it was getting quite hot in the early afternoon sun. Charles wished not to spend any more time there than was absolutely necessary. He wasn't exactly the camping type. It was either first class or nothing.

All of a sudden, Lucius began to bark excitedly. He then pulled on the black leather leash that was bound to his red collar. Lucius pulled Charles along on the trail of the scent.

"What is it boy!? Charles asked his pet.

Lucius led Charles away from the monolith of Ghost Rock and into one of the surrounding thicket of trees to the north of the area. The trees were extra thick around this area, making it a tad bit inconvenient to traverse. It was a few meters in that a very small clearing was found in which stood quite a stunted tree. The diligent hound walk towards that tree amidst the thicket then pawed at the base of it. The pawing then became a dig. A few moments later Lucius unearthed something rather interesting. Such a find brought a mischievous smile to Charles' face.

"Good boy! Who's a good boy!" praised Charles whilst he patted Lucius lovingly.

Charles then lifted the camera that hung from a strap around his neck. He took as many pictures as he felt he needed to. Those Salt Bay bozos were way too easy to manipulate, it seemed. The ease of which almost negated the fun of it all, well, almost.

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Antonio took a deep breath of fresh air and breathed out. The only time he felt less stressed was when he was alone. Or at least alone in the junk yard. Antonio sat on a pile of old mattresses, contemplating about his life and were to go from here.

He had never really thought about his future. When he was in The Dragons, he thought he would die before finishing highschool. The awful fights the dragons had gotten into killed most of his friends and people he cared about. Once he moved away, he somewhat lost his purpose in life. He missed belonging to a gang. A tough one at that. He needed to find someone to hang with.

He sat up and stretched, scratching his back and trying to get his mind into something happier.

"Think, Antonio, think..." before he could come up with anything, he heard a couple voices coming towards him. What were they doing on his turf?!

"Yeah, I know, it's crazy right? Something is up and I wanna find out." One called out.

"Is that why everyone is acting weird? I just thought it was a full moon until their behavior continued."

"HEY!" Antonio yelled. "What are you doing here?! This is my turf! Buzz off!" Anotio picked up a metal pole and pointed it at the two bystanders. The boys put their hands up in fear.

"Hey, hey, hey! Chill out dude we mean you no harm! But, could I ask what you're doing here alone?" The one with the green eyes asked.

Antonio puts down his pole and tosses it aside. "Well, uh, I've been thinking about joining a gang or making my own. Just like old times before I moved. What's it to ya?"

"Joining a gang, huh? That's new..." The boy with brown hair rolled his eyes.

"Shut up, dude. Maybe he can join us? He seems super tough." The two boys take a few steps back, whispering to eachother. They come back smiling.

"Ok, you can join us. Welcome to the Slicks, Antonio. Tomorrow night, meet us here at the junkyard, ok?" The boys wave and take their leave, disappearing behind the garbage.

Antonio didn't quite know how to feel. On one hand, he finally gets to join a gang! His life is back on track! But he couldn't tell if this was a trap or if the strange boys were serious. The only way he would find out was to come back tomorrow night.

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"Drop down and give me twenty! You worthless maggot!" yelled Chets father.

"Sir yes sir!" Chet yelled in response.

It was yet another daily drill. Everyday, at the crack of dawn, Chet was ordered to wake up and run twenty miles before breakfast. His father always followed him like a crazed stalker during these runs. This was to ensure that Chet neither snuck off nor slacked off, not even for a second. And if that wasn't bad enough, there was the dreaded battery of drills at the end of his run. It starts off with fifty push-ups followed by a hundred crunches and two hundred burpies then finally, fifty chin-ups. Such a grueling daily morning regimen was hell on Chet but there was no other choice but to obey. For you see, Chets father was a gruff and stern military man of a respectable rank. A true American hardass, he took no sass from anybody and demanded the very best at all times. Of course there were instances when Chet tried to rebel, many in fact. The thing was though, that Chets father, despite his age, was still a very fit and strong man himself. His years in the military have drilled into him the finer points of hand-to-hand combat. And so if Chet ever acted up, his father would put him into a headlock then force him to do twenty push-ups. Which is exactly what happened.

"What is your major malfunction soldier!" yelled Chets father.

"Being a stupid kid! Growing up and uhh stuff sir!" Chet yelled back back.

"You think I was born yesterday you worthless maggot!? Drop down and give me another twenty!"

"Sir yes sir!"

And so right as Chet finished his twenty push-up penalty, he was forced to do yet another twenty. Chet was beyond agonized by such a request yet he dare not let it show on his face, lest he incurred even more wrath than he already has. His arms, shoulders, and chest burned and strained to their limits just when he reached his fifth rep. Half-way trough his sixth rep, Chet collapsed onto his families front lawn. He panted heavily as large globs of sweat ran down into his eyes from his hair. This was too much, Chet thought to himself. This crazy old man is trying to kill me.

"Get back up you candy ass piece of trash! And give me my twenty!" yelled Chets father.

"Yes sir." answered Chat in a defeated tone.

"What was that you piece of crap!?" demanded Chets father.

"I said sir yes sir!" yelled Chet, much more loudly this time around.

"That's better! I'm going to make you into a fine soldier yet! No more prancing around with those homosexual little boyfriends of yours! Come hell or high water, I'm going to turn you into a real man!" declared Chets father.

"Yes colonel, thank you colonel!" yelled Chet at the end of his tenth rep.

Yeah right, Chet thought bitterly to himself. If he kept this insanity up any longer, he wouldn't live long enough to be a man, let alone a so-called "real man". It was the colonels plan for Chet to join the military as soon as he finished high school. Such a plan though, didn't suit Chat at all. He was a rebel and a leader at heart. What he needed was to be free to choose his own destiny, or so believed. But until he graduated high school, he decided that he just had to endure the old mans insanity. By then he would hopefully have enough money to move out of town and open a garage in LA. If all went to plan that was.

And so Chet struggled to finish his new set of twenty push-ups, though he got there in the end. Chet was then promptly dismissed so he could get himself some breakfast and get ready for school. He knew not how nor why but for some reason, Chet felt more determined than he ever felt before.

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Ralphie and Spoon were hanging around the docs around five in the morning. Both of them were holding hands and staring at the sun rise. Ralphie was resting their head against spoons shoulder, sighing happily. Ralphie was certainly at their happiest when they were with Spoon. Spoon removed her face mask and kissed the top of Ralphie's head.

"Spoon, do you think we'll be together forever?" Ralphie asked.

Spoon nodded and grunted.

"Spoon, do you think we'll get married?" Ralphie asked.

Spoon hesitated, but nodded and grunted again.

"Spoon.... do you think Corrine will ever forgive us?" Ralphie trembled.

Spoon squeaked and shook her head. She knew the consequences of being friends with someone who was close to the Salt Bay Turbos. Slicks and Turbos never got along. The slicks were like the outcasted outcasts. The ones who never got a happy ending. The ones who climbed up the mountain to be second best. The ones who were regarded as a joke to the rest of the town. But they were family, non the less.

If someone found out that they were friends with someone on the opposite team, they would get kicked out and beaten. They would have to keep their relationship a secret with Corrine.

"Spoon, let's take our mind off of the negative. You seem to be zoning out." Ralphie snapped in Spoon's face. She flinched and growled. Ralphie quickly kissed her cheek and she immediately started to blush. Ralphie began to laugh and hug her.

"Do you think we could be friends with the Turbos?" Ralphie asked. They hated the fact that these two different gangs had to fight so often. If they could come together, they could become a powerful team and take over the town. Maybe they could take down Charles. Ralphie always knew something was up with that rich kid.

Spoon nodded and snuggled close to Ralphie. Ralphie decide to enjoy their date with their girlfriend.


[System]
Appearance:

Symbol:
Age: 18

Height: 6'0

Weight: 130 Ibs

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Weapons: He wears bracers that have a retractable 7-inch blade in the shape of an arrow. When retracted, the bracers shoot 10mm rounds. Each bracer holds 20 shots, with extra ammo in pouches on his belt. A visor he wears with its own Heads Up Display uses a pair of crosshairs to show where he is aiming his weapons, improving his accuracy. They were designed and created by his dad when he unsuccessfully applied to Beacon around the same age as Robert. They are the only physical objects remaining from his family's past.

Specialty: Robert is best at fighting an opponent one on one, and because of this he relies heavily on teammates when in a large conflict with multiple enemies. It is also because of his helpful and team-player attitude that his teammates chose him to be the leader of his original team, RPGD, to his surprise.

Semblance: Robert's semblance allows him to subliminally affect probability fields, causing improbable, but not impossible, "unlucky" events to occur to enemies within his line of sight. At the time, Robert has no idea that he even has a semblance, let alone has been using his semblance on himself for years to increase his already bad luck to near-immeasurable levels.

Personality: Robert is an average geek with an interest in subjects like comics and ancient world history. Most groups of people would probably describe him as everyman due to him not having much in the way of impressive skills while others might see him more as a goofball thanks to his usual optimistic and joking attitude. When the going gets tough though, the red haired boy is a good person to have by your side as he will never give up or surrender, even when all may seem lost.

Eight year old Robert sat in front of the television, playing with his toy cars and action figures. Behind him, Robert's dad sat in a reclining armchair, half reading the newspaper in his hands and half listening to the TV. "John, could you help Scarlet with her dinner," Robert's mother called from the kitchen. "Yes, Marian," Robert's dad answered, walking towards the small toddler that was Robert's sister. Robert looked up from his toys to see the news channel that was on show the words "Breaking News". The anchorwoman then read the new news, "A warning to all human families living in neighborhoods with large majorities of Faunuses, the organization known as the White Fang, previously known for its peaceful protests, has been attacking humans in the before-mentioned neighborhoods. This recent aggression is suspected to be a result from-" Robert's dad turned the TV off. "You don't need to listen to that garbage, son," he said. He then walked back to the dinner table where Scarlet was playing with her food. Robert went back to playing with his toys. Unbeknownst to the Fallson Family though, a small crowd gathered outside.

Six Faunuses stood, looking at the happy family inside. "Burn it down," said the leader. The other five threw Molotov Cocktails at the two story house, the fire quickly spread throughout the bottom story and the roof. No one inside knew what was going on, all they knew was that the house had spontaneously burst into flames. Robert's mother screamed, Robert's sister cried, Robert's father yelled orders, and Robert continued sitting there confused, trying to understand what was going on. His father grabbed Scarlet, his mother grabbed a family photo album, and they both sprinted towards the staircase. As they reached it, his dad stopped and turned around, "Come on, Robert!" he cried. Outside, the leader of the attack turned and grabbed a baseball bat that was strapped to his back. It suddenly transformed into a grenade launcher, and one shot was fired. The single grenade incinerated the wall it struck, as well as the three humans standing next to it. In a flash, Robert's family was gone. A single, burning photo floated into Robert's lap. He stood there dumbstruck at what just happened. The creaking of the roof brought him back to reality though, as a large burning beam fell from the roof. He tried to dodge, but was too slow. It fell right on his back, pinning him to the ground and burning his flesh. He was able to quickly wiggle out from under it though, and jumped out of the hole in the wall that the grenade had made earlier. He laid on the lawn of his house, clutching the photograph from earlier. He saw the six Faunuses slowly approaching him, ready to finish the job. The sounds of sirens around the corner stopped them in their tracks though, and they escaped. Robert continued lying there, unable to move, sobbing. One of the officers picked him up and carried him to a patrol car. After sitting in the passenger seat for several hours, one of the firemen walked up and gave him the only other thing that survived the fire, his father's visor and bracers which were in the basement during the fire. Afterwards, the officers and firemen left Robert alone. Bad choice. He rose from the seat and walked off into the night, passing a street sign that read "Loxley St." Robert's eight year old mind thought of nothing but wanting to be alone.

For the next several years, Robert would live on the streets. Stealing food and other necessities only when he had no other choice, and only from people who could still live without those necessities. Witnesses would often report to the police that the only thing they saw before their things were stolen was a figure with a green hoodie.

Robert didn't go it alone for all those years though. He did make some friends at a restaurant named Fryer Tuck's Diner; namely Tuck, Alan, and Miller. If not for them, he might not have been able to go to Beacon as they were the ones who helped him acquire a GED as well as the application for Beacon. If not for their moral support and assistance, he would have probably never gotten off the streets and into the prestigious academy.

Theme Song: Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son

Based off of: Robin Hood

Color: Rosso Corsa

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"Nooooooooo!", Skyra flailed and fake-shouted. "Not my tomboy image!" Another fit of laughter arrived and shook her tiny body.
It took a while for this fit to cede and after that Skyra looked right into Mokuren's eyes and with a serious, but still somewhere joking, voice she stated: "I already wear a skirt in combat... and here in school, too, with that uniform. I don't need no dress!" While still that close, Skyra breathed in and caught a whiff of Moku's lovely, foxy smell. How did she manage to smell that nice all the time?
That thought, though, was for another time, since her scroll beeped.

"Huh... Krys is inviting me for lunch... to this new deli place or something...", she looked up from her scroll and sized up Mokuren for a minute until she, suddenly excited again, spurted out: "Wanna come with me? Eat a nice lunch? Don't worry about the money, I'll invite you."

[Assistant]
Mokuren watched Skyra flail as her tom-boy image was mercilessly destroyed, and twirlied an invisible mustache, laughing evily out loud.
"HahaHAhaha" However, all joking and laughing aside, she managed to retain some shread of sanity when Skyra spoke. "Ohh, a skirt is no good. It has to be a beautiful dress, one that flows and makes you look so beautiful" Mokuren explained, her nose bleeding as the prospect of such an attractive sight. Then, on a stray bit of wind, Mokuren caught Skyra's scent in full, and it made her happy. This girl, this faunus, smelled so good, for whatever reason it was, Mokuren wasn't about to complain. What she did do, however, was advance on the girl and nuzzle her neck, but only for a few seconds, since she was interupted by bleeping. "Die foul bleeping thing!" She exzclaimed, before Skyra dealt with it. Apparently, it was an invite to lunch, with Skyra. Skyra inviting to lunch. Skyra Lunch!

Swiftly imitating a tomato in colour, Mokuren bit her lip hesitently for a few seconds, and then nodded.
"I...like that idea. It's a date!" She declared with great vigor, only to freeze when she heard what she had actually said, and remain stiff, awaiting the judgement of Skyra.

[User] Naoko's arm felt like it ricocheted of off Taidan's deflection. Naoko was amazed but immediately began analysing Taidan. He looked at his eyes, his body composure, stance and so on. He looked him up and down again before finally asking. "How'd ya do it?" Naoko inquired, throwing his arms up in the air in frustration. "I can't do it. What's your method T?" He further continued. Naoko had to know the secret to this technique. No matter what it took, not being able to use this kind of power was failure in his eyes, and he will never give up until he has every single tool he can acquire to become a great hunter.

[Assistant]
Cobalt Chideta

Cobalt nodded as he listened to what Diamond said. He understood all those points. "I get it. It's hard to let go and let someone else choose for you." Cobalt smiled after she gave him a chance in the leadership department. It was far away from friendship but maybe there was still a chance in those regards too. That smile immediately went away after her following words. "I'll keep that in mind."

Suddenly she had a knife to his stomach and it took all his willpower to not reach for the handgun he had hidden in his left back pocket. "If you're gonna preach to me about self control, how about you don't immediately draw a knife on me." He called out to her as she walked away. Whatever. "I don't think we're going to ever be friends." Cobalt muttered to himself as he walked away. When was lunch going to end?

[User]
Shuai Taidan - Aura Control Class

Taidan grinned, his face immediately becoming a visage of great cheer as he clapped his hands together, a clear sign of an incoming longwinded explanation on how he had exerted his Aura in a manner that had allowed him to counter his teammate's attack. The pretty boy closed the distance between them, moving to throw an arm over Naoko's shoulder.

"You know how you can sorta like, feel your Aura just flowing within you, all the time?" he began, materialising one of his ethereal arms to slowly turn and emphasise his point. "It's like, you gotta intensify that feel until you find what hits the spot, what point makes it real easy for you to channel it all to one bit."

He flicked back his pinkish-brown hair. "The hard bit is aim. "

[Assistant]
Vixi Viridian

Vixi was never one for tours, planned routes or anything that required step-by-step guidance from someone at all, really. So as soon as she was able, she was striking out on her own, exploring Beacon at her own pace. This usually resulted in ajar-mouthed stares and moments of awe at the sheer magnitude and architecture. Another reason that the less people around her, the better: she looked like a simple-minded bumpkin. But on some level, Vixi didn't care. She had finally made it.

Vixian Viridian had finally made it to Beacon.

Her time in between the training Academy and now had been a blur, for the most part. Even the ride here had only vaguely piqued her interest. Her father had a very "I won't believe it until I see it" and Vixi supposed she got a bit of that from him, saving all of her awe and attention until the moment she touched down at Beacon Academy. Her meeting with the headmaster had been brief, something urgent taking his attention and she was left to wander on her own with her "Scroll" in hand.

The infernal device didn't make too much sense to her so she simply stuffed it in her back pocket as she wandered around the school campus, taking in the air and light, the overall tranquility of the school. Vixi had been raised in a conglomeration of rigid and stiff environments. She was always training and learning the proper way to present herself to be on par with the boys. But that wasn't her at her core. This place seemed more her style.

Now….if she could just find someone to help point her to…..where ever she should go.

[User]
Robert Fallson - Deli N'Doul

Robert mostly just watched everything going on at the table. The large amount of people all surrounding a single table, no matter how large the table was, was a tad disorienting. It was amazing that in the large crowd he was able to make out a face, especially one that he barely knew. "Isn't that-" he thought aloud. The team leader of RVGD pulled out his Scroll and checked to be sure. "It sure is." The face he had seen was that of his new teammate who he had noticed been added automatically to his contact list as she was part of his team. "Vixi! Over here!"

If Vixi decided to join the rest of her team, Robert would be first to introduce himself. "Hey there. I recognized you from the team roster on my Scroll. My name's Robert and I'm your team leader." He would stick his hand forward to give the girl a friendly handshake as well.


[System]
* Age: 18
* Gender: Female
* Race: Human
* Class: Paladin(in terms of being a holy knight)
* Appearance: Armor!(Tanya is 4'9), Casual Clothes!, Colors!
* Personality: Tanya is a sarcastic and short-tempered individual. She has nothing but scathing comments for people she dislikes, or people she sees as stupid. Tanya is quick to be irritated and quick to respond to her irritation, sometimes violently. At least when it's violently it's not bad enough to result in any serious injury. She has a sarcastic response to many, many things. Tanya also dislikes that she is rather small, at least to some extent, and has feelings of jealousy towards those who are not so small. In spite of her temper and sarcastic attitude, Tanya firmly believes in protecting those who need it and upholding the law. She seeks to punish all those who do evil to the fullest extent(at least if they are deserving of such treatment). She also has a deep dislike for undead, given that much of her duty is to eliminate dangerous undead. However, she will not harm them unless they give her reason to(or if they're mindless monsters). As a Reonite Paladin, she is deeply devoted to her chosen goddess and, and is also deeply anti-slavery.
* Brief Backstory: Born to the Palayen family, nobility living in the richest quarter of Meridan, Tanya was encouraged from a very young age to become part of the Church of Reon's more active service. The idea of serving their Goddess enticed her to no end. As such, Tanya Tanya became a Paladin of the sun goddess, sworn to combat evil in her name. Aside from that, she was educated at the "St. Lilianna's Reonite School for Girls", a religious school for girls created by the Church of Reon. She also underwent combat training under other paladins serving Reon.
* Equipment: Tanya wears a suit of heavy armor to protect herself. However, the armor is enchanted to feel exceptionally light, allowing her to move quite quickly. Similarly, her bastard sword, Repharion, is also subjected to enchantments that enhance her strength enough to wield it while holding the sword. Repharion is kept very sharp, and ignites with the Divine Solar Flame of Reon in response to the righteous fury of its wielder. This is chiefly intended for use against undead, but it's hard to deny the effectiveness against just about anything.
* Abilities: Tanya is a skilled combatant, excelling in both two-handed and one-handed swordplay, though her favored style is two-handed. However, due to the enchantments on her armor and weapons which renders them far lighter than they should be, her physical strength is actually rather lacking, and instead she is more of a speedy fighter who nevertheless hits hard due to her training and choice of weaponry.

[User]
White Mage Benita Bernarda

Benita's ears twitched as she heard the others talk about smashing a hole in the walls. As wonderful as that idea sounded, she cautiously took a few steps backward, standing right at the back of the party. And when the mage implied she was going to blast it with a spell, she considered just turning tail and running. After all, there was no honour in being squished by falling ruins.

"Well, at least they'll be someone to heal you idiots once this is over," she mumbled to herself, her wand already in hand as she awaited the inevitable. It was the burden of the healer, really, to patch up their companions after they did something kind of dumb. Hopefully it wouldn't come to that so soon, but...

[Assistant]
"... Did you think I didn't consider the state the tower's in?" Tanya replied, her tone short, one eyebrow cocked as she folded her arms. This was already going to be aggravating, wasn't it? It truly, truly was. Throwing someone up to the tower seemed dangerous to her, though she supposed if someone felt they were capable of such a thing it wasn't the most awful idea... if they could actually bypass the traps at the door, at least, and let everyone inside. Given that hadn't happened yet it seemed unlikely. That being said, the best option in the tiny purple-haired paladin's mind was checking for an alternate route created by the tower's fall to ruin. A hole of some sort, perhaps.

It was around then that she noticed one of the party's two offensive magi casting a spell, presumably in a bid to blow the tower down. The girl's eyes widened and she quickly sprinted over to the fire mage, grabbing her shoulder and yanking her back. "What are you doing, you idiot?! Does that tower look stable to you?! Do you think that's a good idea?! What kind of a moron does that sort of thing?!"

The healer was already wisely backing away...

At least the big guy with the swords had a better idea... this was ridiculous!

Speaking of which, a few bricks seemed rather ominously teetering. The tower was now in a state where it could take outside influence to a certain extent, but active attempts to destabilize it were... risky, at best. Still, if done slowly and carefully, a hole could be made in the side of the tower manually.

The elf and the half-giant's search had also proven fruitful. There was a hole, large enough to fit each member of the party provided they went in one at a time, on the back side of the tower. However, it was far too dark to tell what they would be dropping into, and an unpleasant, musty, rotten scent welled up from the darkness.

At this point, the choice was between making a path, which would take longer but allow them to determine where they entered, or attempt to figure out where the already-present hole would lead them.

[User]
"Oro?" Al yanked his blade from the wall. His boss had started nagging half the group, and disappeared around back. She was a member of the church, so maybe she was getting onto them to go smite some zombies she'd found or go pray or something. With this in mind, Al shouldered his blade and followed the pint-sized paladin around back. Fortunately, some previous group of adventurers had already mined a hole. It smelled like rotting meat, and considering the tower's reputation for being a haven for undead, even Al could guess what lay inside. However, it was too dark to see if there was a spike trap at the bottom.

"Hang on." Al said, tying his lantern to his waist. He lit the item, which would illuminate an area around him once he got inside. Next, he lit the torch, then dropped it inside. Since it was alight, it would be easy to test depth, and would also reveal whatever lay at the bottom.

[Assistant]
Segi evaluated his party. The way the approached the situation really was very telling. From the hot headed mage eager to blow the entire tower down and the more practical ones setting to making a hole in a much more careful manner, he learned much about who to watch in their party. Of course their hot-headed leader also had some telling behavior- she stood back, managing, observing, criticizing. A leader, but not a very effective one? Not one to take action? Perhaps too soon to be said, but one thing was clear: She was quick to anger. It was all valuable information to the Inquisitor.

He shot a pointed glance at the mage. "That is not wise." The Paladin had already stepped in to intervene, "Miss Palayen is correct, although I wouldn't put it in such crude terms. You risk bringing the structure down, which would prove to be quite the obstruction."

As for the task at hand his own investigation had proved fruitful: As he tested the stones he found they had some give. A hole could certainly be made. His party also found a hole of their own, Segi observed as he wheeled around the tower to join the group. He peered in. It smelled of death. Not a good sign. He turned away before the warrior tossed in the torch. "I would not recommend this path. It stinks of undead. If I may venture, I noticed some of the stones were loose. It would be wiser to make a hole for ourselves, we just have to be careful, elsewise the tower may be destabilized."

[User]
Olivie was standing by the hole when other group members started to coalesce around them. One had a good idea--testing the depth of the entrance--but the bearded man seemed to think that they were better off digging a new hole in the wall rather than fighting any possible undead. Given that they were a group largely composed of warriors with a few spellcasters, the chance anyone would know enough architecture to not bring the tower down on their heads was minimal.

"With all respect, sir, I believe that another entrance would merely delay contact with our foes, as we have no map with which to navigate," the half-giant stated, watching the torch's fall--then dropping down if the fall was harmless to her. In the event the drop was rather too large for anyone else, she could help bridge the gap.

[Assistant]
A small smile crept up Vendrael's face as he found the hole. His intuition had been right, it seemed; no way any structure could last so long without wear. On the other hand, the smell of decay and death wasn't exactly pleasant; no, rather, it was abhorrent and something he'd rather not have to smell again in his life after they concluded their mission here.

The rest of the party soon began to congregate around the hole he and the other person (a half-giant, if he had heard correctly) had found, beginning almost immediately in evaluating their possible options. As the the group began to start discussion, however, he saw the swordsman from earlier come by. It'd have been a lie to say that he didn't have a few sweatdrops forming at that moment.

Imagine his surprise, then, when his compatriot did something incredibly smart: to drop a lit torch down the well to check both the distance and to catch a glimpse of anything lying in wait. The thought had never crossed his mind, so the high elf decided to give some mental praise to the man; he wasn't as brutish as his appearance seemed to suggest.

"I'll follow whichever route is deemed safest; be it a new hole or this one," he stated. There was no obligation for him to rush or anything of the sort; the tower stood here long before they came, and it wouldn't be going anywhere any time soon.

[User]
Peri yelped a bit as she was grabbed, sending her fireball spiralling off into the sky where it detonated relatively harmlessly. Maybe people's ears'd be ringing for a bit, but it wasn't going to bring the house down on them.

"All right, all right, I get it. We're takin' the slow path." She grumbled, before muttering something about how it looked stable enough to her under her breath.

"And besides, if there's already a hole then I say we use that rather than waiting for someone to tear down this wall."

[Assistant]
Haruka followed after the part of the group that seemed to have discovered something around the back of the tower, and watched with curiosity as the big guy lit his lantern and then dropped a torch into the hole that they had found. She kind of wanted to break something, but judging by the group's general demeanor, they were probably going to go down the hole that already existed.

Haruka resolved to break something later.

"It is very good idea, big guy," Haruka said, smiling up at Al, "with fire we can be seeing into the smelly hole before falling."

Her tail wagged eagerly as she looked down into the hole to see what awaited the group at the bottom, if anything, and to gauge the distance of the drop. Not that a long fall was particularly frightening to Haruka. In fact, even if it was, she would probably be able to handle it quite well.

[User]
White Mage Benita Bernarda
For a moment, Benita stayed at the back of the group, her nose wrinkling in disgust. To a human, the stench of undead was rather unpleasant, but to a Hundi? Her sense of smell was far more powerful, but at least it wasn't too overpowering whilst she stood outside... Unfortunately, the other Hundi of the group didn't seem to be showing much aversion to it, so claiming she didn't want to go in because of the smell wouldn't look too good on her.

"...Ugh, it smells like an orc latrine..." she complained as she headed closer, sticking towards the back of the group as she firmly pinched her nose. "But if you're all sure we should go down there... Well, no helping it! I guess I'll have to go too, in case you all get eaten by zombies or something!"

[Assistant]
Tanya winced when the fireball burst in the air, her ears ringing. But at least it hadn't hit the tower, which could have easily brought the entire structure down and made making an entrance quite a bit more difficult. She released the pyromaniacal mage girl and gave her a rather stern glare, arms folded.

"If you do anything like that again, I'm taking your cut of whatever's down there for the church," she said. Technically speaking, the agreement they had made prevented her from doing that(and in fact, she was hardly a leader of the party at all, beyond knowing where they were meant to be going). Still, the small girl was angry and wasn't exactly thinking about her threats, beyond making them sound threatening at least. Swiftly, she turned her attention to the route that had been discovered at the back of the tower. Instantly she was able to discern one important facet. Well, it wasn't as if Tanya hadn't known already, but even if she had not, what she smelled would immediately have told her everything she needed to know.

There were undead down there. Where, exactly, was difficult to discern, since the foul scent of mindless undead tended to get into everything. But there was no mistaking that distinctive odor, of rot prolonged, of musty decay. It wasn't simply the smell of rotting flesh, it held another quality to it that resulted in a distillation, in scent form, of what made mindless undead so unpleasant. Well, aside from the fact that they usually attempted to eat you.

However, Al's wise decision to deposit a torch into the hole revealed that there were indeed no undead. There were, however, worn stairs, with crags and holes in various locations. It was far enough down that some sort of assistance would be required in reaching the floor, but with care it appeared safe.

Tanya peered into the hole, then folded her arms.

"I'm certain someone brought rope or something, so what are we waiting for?"

After finding a method of entering the hole safely, investigation would reveal a few different things. One portion of the steps a few meters down had been removed, revealing an old pressure-sensitive plate that had been partially dismantled. Only a few paces on was a skeleton in leather armor, notably missing a skull, a bag of various tools lying beside it. On the ground nearby was the missing portion of the pressure plate, making it rather clear both who had disabled the trap and what fate had befallen them. There was no clear way to discern what had killed him, aside from the missing skull.

Beyond was the bottom of the stairs, which widened into a hall with scattered, rusted sconces tipped over, and a rotten wooden table.


[System]
Jack is a big guy at 6'7 and 294lbs. He has Strawberry blonde hair and blue green eyes. He believes physical fitness is as important as studying and works out daily.

Age: 32
Gender: Male

Background: Jack grew up in a rather normal family. He was the second youngest of four, but overall the biggest in his family. His father and mother were both pretty tall, and worked very hard. His father worked as a custodian at a college his whole life and as a perk his children were allowed free admission in the college. Jack took great advantage of earned a masters in electronic engineering, with a focus in radar. After college he got a job working as a radar technician on frigates. He was rather excellent in his field and began to expand his work to all parts of frigates, learning all of their ins and outs. His hard work and obvious devotion got him noticed and promoted pretty quickly, in ways too quickly. He didn't like the new more administrative positions in which he was put, but with the ethics he grew up with, he worked hard even in those positions. When it came time to find chief engineers for Project Apollo, he was an obvious choice.

Personality: As big as Jack is, he is still very gentle. Though he could break most like a twig he has a lot of patience and seeing him get mad at anyone is a shock. Inanimate objects on the other hand are quite his bane. If Jack gets it in his head something should work one way and decides not to, it best change it's mind quickly before Jack rearranges it altogether. He has realized that crushing things is not the solution if it's not working and goes through great care not to lose his temper on things. Otherwise, he is rather kind, sometimes a smart aleck and he is very strategic in his actions. He is not the most coordinated or athletic despite being strong, but still does well simply because he is in the right place at the right time. He knows how almost every system on a frigate works and is very good at jerry-rigging. Jack cares about his friends and crewmates a lot and is very eager to be in the front lines of fights. Although his aim is quite terrible, he tries to make up for his incapabilities by being the cover for those that do have good aim.

Equipment: Heavy Armor with nanoweave fibers, a weaker personal shield with quick regeneration and a Kinetic barrier. Harpy pistol. Grenades. Possibly more depending on the mission, ie; resources, tools, etc.

Strengths:
-He is very good at repairing things. He has worked very hard at it and as such has become very good at it. Though he is good at repairing even at the cost of jerry-rigging, he is not good at creating things from random resources.
-Very good in close quarter/melee combat. His brothers grew up wrestling and fighting and he learned a lot from it. He also takes combat classes as a workout and stress relief.
-Good at strategy games. He has always been thinking and is good at seeing the rules of situations and games and using them.

Weakness:
-Terrible aim. Most of his shots are more point and pray than anything. He has gone through several trainings for shooting, but nonetheless because of his discoordination he just can't get it down.
-Empathetic. He tends to shy away from emotions and drama. Seeming uncaring at times.
-Reckless. Jack can tend to care about himself very little, putting himself in danger even when not necessary.

Jack's special color.
Other: None for now.

[User]
Sera had been holed up in the cockpit for too long, she was about to go on a break when the damned Espers attacked. The Pathfinder was taking heavy damage, and systems were failing one by one. A prompt came up on the systems analysis terminal to her right, she didn't even get a chance to read it before the AI blared out the issue.

"WARNING"
"CRITICAL ENGINE FAILURE"

Sera swore under her breath, as the captain asked if she could pull the old girl together. She really didn't need him staring over her right now. "Uh. one second sir," she said pulling up a full analysis of the damage, "Main thrusters are down, we're running on Retro's and the RCS until engineering gets them back... oh fuck these guys" she cut her sentence as she swung the ship around to give the guns a better view of the attackers - all she could do now was slight course adjustments and pivot her around if she didn't want to be a sitting duck, she hammered a few buttons under the dashboard. A terminal or two lit up, but flickered. "RADAR and LADAR systems are on the fritz but they stay up long enough for what we're using 'em. If you want my opinion, we're all kinds of fucked until we get mobility again. Maybe we should prepare to be boarded, give these guys a run for their money".

Another thud hit the hull of the ship - if Sera wasn't strapped in she would have been thrown from her seat. Even the commander seemed to be struggling with his balance. Another terminal died.

[Assistant]
For the most part, Sukaina was caught in a different state, a working state, if you will. Sitting in the armory, one filled with (what else), weapons and armor along shelves, lockers and benches. Sitting at a bench by herself, she was using a small welding tool to fuse a few circuits together on a gun's targeting HUD, wearing her tank top, dog tags, combat boots and military issue fatigue trousers. She was listening to some smooth electronica as she focused and concentrated on welding the two circuits together.

 And then an alarm sounded, snapping her out of her trance. She looked up, watching as the alarms made the lighting in the room fade in and out of red. She looked confused as all hell.

 "You can't be fucking serious!" She shouted, starting to get angry. "This better be importa-" She was cut off by an explosion that shook the ship, causing her to nearly lose her balance. "Oh shit!" She then looked to see what the warning was on her armband computer, now knowing that they were under attack from a hostile alien vessel. "Dammit!" She shouted as she saw crew members running around in the other rooms, some carrying wounded to the medical bay while others ran into her armory and grabbed some weapons. It seemed obvious that they were preparing to repell boarders.

 Immediately, Sukaina snapped on a set of her standard issue armor, putting it on as fast as she could, putting on her helmet and pressurizing her suit for space combat. After a few more explosions, she immediately grabbed her assault rifle and handgun, putting them on herself before handing out rifles to some of the crew members who are part of the fireteam onboard the Pathfinder. Once all the weapons in the locker were handed out, she got her own rifle ready and ran out into the main hall. "Commander! Status report!" Sukaina called out into the comms.

[User]
Jack felt the ship lurch forward and immediately began to curse under his breath. Ships didn't lurch naturally and it always meant a headache for him. Soon after, the A.I. began to go off announcing engine failure. Jack had already been running to the engine rooms, and with the A.I. going off he picked up the pace a little more.

He was yelling at some of the other engineers that had been on duty asking for a status of the engines and what they could do for power. As soon as he knew a bit of the situation, he began barking orders to divert power to the working systems. It seemed the main thrusters were beyond a quick repair, but there was still power, for now.

They had diverted power to shields, but the onslaught was still continuing. "Stop getting shot!" He shouted into a commlink to the bridge. Not a moment after he finished a different kind of impact hit the ship. "I wonder if that pilot knows to dodge the projectiles," He grumbled to himself. He figured that may have been a boarding crew since it seemed the main fire stopped. With the ship in barely stable conditions and the shields holding fine, he moved on to help the crew repair the far left thruster. It seemed to take the least amount of damage and may be able to work in the next several minutes. He kept a few other crews keeping the other systems like RADAR and LADAR functioning as well. If they were being borded Sukaina would have to take care of it primarily with her crew.

[Assistant]
Nathan ran to get his own weapon from the armory, only to get knocked off his feet from a boarding pod hitting the side of the ship. "Fuck!" Nathan yelled, getting up from the floor. He ran to the main intercom to alert the whole ship. He looked at the pod, knowing for a fact they were about to be boarded soon. "Everyone! We are being boarded! Proceed to the main deck for a counter attack! Sukaina! Keep them out of the armory!" The Commander ordered before the door to the pod opened. Nathan was only a few yards away and he scrambled to the cockpit. He locked the door for Sera, knowing that the Esper would try and hijack them. After this, he sprinted to the armory.

As he approached the armory, he could hear some of his lower-class crew engaging the enemy. They were in good shape, at least for now. Nathan banged on the door to be let in, the ship still being fired upon as he awaited entry. He then heard another boarding pod hit the ship, luckily only grazing the side from the erratic movements from being fired upon.

[User]
"Stop getting shot!" a voice yelled over the ships com-link - Sera recognised the voice as being Reagen, the ships chief engineer. Smarmy Bastard. The ship shook as a pod hit it, boarders were here. The commander had already ran to get a gun and locked the bridge so Sera wasn't instantly jumped.

She shook her head, putting her hand under the console again, making sure her pistol was in it's place - one of the only weapons on the ship that didn't get locked up in the armoury just for situations like this. Can't have an unarmed pilot if the bridge gets breached. She hit a button on her comm system straight to the engine room, "If you want me to stop getting shot then get me some damned thrust, I can't do anything without shooting her into reverse and leaving us a sitting duck!" she yelled, hoping Reagen caught on that it was for him, the thought came to mind, Wait that might work she thought.

Her radar registered two more blips, those engineering lads knew how to keep things running at least. Two more landing pods on a direct course for them. She clicked another button, the whole ship was going to get this one. She put on her best calm and collected voice, "Ladies, gentlemen and boarders this is your pilot speaking. Please find something to hold onto, we'll be running into a small amount of disturbance in our acceleration pattern,". She waited until the blips on the radar we're fairly close. And then she whacked the ship into reverse - or well, retrograde if you wanted to get technical. The ship responded perfectly, coming to a stop fast enough that the boarding pods sailed straight past them. Hopefully the retro thrusters kept themselves up and running for any other evasive maneuvers.

[Assistant]
Sukaina, who was already ready for battle at this point, was just about to leave the armory. However, hearing her commander bark orders through the comms, she nodded, speaking back to him. "Aye aye!" She replied, activating crew-only locks on the doors so they can have access to the weapons, but would keep the boarders from getting access to all of their weapons, armor and ordnance. As of now, she was the only one in the armory, until she heard knocks on the door. Checking the lock interface on the door, she saw it was a human on the other side, and immediately opened the door, revealing Commander Nathaniel Cook.

"Commander!" Sukaina exclaimed, a little surprised to see him here, of all places. Almost immediately, she gestured him to come inside, drawing out her custom handgun and covering his entrance. Once he entered, she would shut the door behind him and activate the crew-only lock protocol. "Your weapons are still in your locker, some of the heavy ordnance is still in their respective units if you're looking to blow the bastards back out into space!" Sukaina said, checking each of the entrances to the armory, to make sure that the boarders aren't close. "Who the hell are we dealing with? What the fuck do they want?" She asked.

[User]
The commander quickly went to his locker, wasting no time to get armed properly. He grabbed his helmet, strapping it on. It was a well known fact that when he put his helmet on, he was ready to get serious. He slid his helmet on, the airlocks snapping into place to provide a tight seal to protect him as well as keep oxygen from leaking out.

"Espers. They've boarded already and they're trying to hijack." Nathan said, his voice altered and almost robotic from the inside of the helmet. He reloaded his rifle and then turned his head to Sukaina, his back facing her. "If they get anywhere near here, do not hesitate to engage. Nathan added. He knew that he didn't need to say it, but he was in combat mode.

Nathan then ran off, firing with his crew of grunts. The Espers seemed to be overwhelmed by the Pathfinder's forces. They were droppong like flies left and right, Nathan and the crew handling themselves quite well. However, another blast rocked the ship. The preexisting boarding pods were rigged to explode. Nathan realized this and darted to the intercom. The Pathfinder was going to blow soon.

"Everyone launch escape pods! I repeat! Board launch pods!" Nathan yelled on the intercom. The Espers didn't understand English, thankfully, so they didn't know what was going on. And this order had never been ordered by Nathan. He had a plan. "All crew! Stay aboard. We're kicking them out." Nathan added. Launching empty escape pods would fool the Espers and divert their focus.

[Assistant]
Jack kept working through the turmoil and quakes of the ship. The left thruster was almost working again. Although working would be a loose term for the status of the thruster. The crew was working hard and doing well to keep things barely functional, but the impacts and resulting explosions were not helpful at all. Then he heard a confusing message from the captain.

"Everyone launch escape pods! I repeat! Board launch pods!" "All crew! Stay aboard. We're kicking them out."

Jack wasn't sure what was going on, but after pausing for a moment he realized what the captain might be trying to do. He noticed the rest of the crew was a little confused, so he fixed that real quick. "What are you all standing around for!? You heard him, get back to work. If this ship doesn't look brand new before the meat heads eject all of the escape pods we'll eject you as a diversion." Everyone began to scurry and work harder than ever before he could even finish his statement. They all knew he was to gentle to do anything near that nature, but his words expressed the direness of the situation.

A minute later the left thruster was back online. Propulsion was still at only about 1/3 of full capability, but Sera should still be able to outmaneuver them, she was a pretty great pilo... Jack had gone to a terminal to restore power to the thruster, where he also noticed a new problem. "HAAJAABRAGABRAG. SERA YOU BURNT OUT HALF THE RETRO THRUSTERS, AGAIN!!" Jack restored the thruster power and split up his crew, before running down the ship to the retro thrusters. This should be an easier fix, but hopefully none of them ran into the Espers.


[System]
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Caste Ranking: Legally a refugee.

Physical Description/Appearance: Jack's appearance has obviously been tailored from his rough lifestyle growing up, like most young men these days. A calloused and tough-fleshed person, Jack has light, chocolate-brown skin, obviously showing of his African-American descent and heritage. His eyes are a dark gray, with an obvious golden-amber hue, making it a mixture of the three colors. Something that stands out on his otherwise chiseled, defined face, is the multitude of sharp, livid-red scars dotting along the flesh;; The remnants of multiple fights. Jack's physique, much like his appearance has been defined by his lifestyle; muscular, yet defined and lean, giving him the build of a tough, strong, and fast man, body built from sprinting long distances with heavy loads, and lifting heavy items.

His hair is short and black, matching his eyebrows, as in most cases. The young man's clothing consists of the standard Vault's jumpsuit, as per the rules of the Overseers, but with a few practical twists. The top piece of the jumpsuit is usually not on, instead hanging down his waist, exposing the white t-shirt underneath. This generally keeps him cooled down whenever he's in the core of the Vault, working on different things. It's secured by a sewn in, dark-brown utility belt, along with dark brown work boots finishing the look off. The knees of the jumpsuit has built-in pads for when he has to crawl along the hot steel floors. The clothing in the image is most-likely going to be his outfit once he makes it outside of the vault;; It will be found, of course, and different parts looted/upgraded over the course of the days.

Biography: A long time ago, a bleeding, scarred man with a mohawk and goatee entered the Vault...he was known as a refugee, considered scum by some of the more 'pure' members of the Vault. With him, he carried in his arms as similarly-dressed young woman, bleeding from numerous slashes and holes in her soft form. The doctors swarmed, and the man and woman was taken to the medic-bay. Years passed, and the same woman became pregnant. In the end, the man from before - now bald with a beard - carried the woman, once again, to the medic-bay. There was some problems with the birth. The woman died that day. However, with that loss, came an addition of life. One life loss for another life's beginning. That's where Jackdaw 'Jack' Missouri came into the world. Life growing up, as the son of a raider, definitely wasn't the best. He was pushed around, called 'impure' or 'dirty', and became tough from it.

He helped out his dad as a maintenance worker, cleaning pipes, carrying large boxes of tools, and crawling through compact spaces. The man taught Jack to be a man - how to shoot a gun, whenever they weren't busy with work. That was taught with the help of an old pellet rifle. He was taught how to fight with a knife, how to handle people with his fists, and some other wasteland knowledge the old Raider knew of. He wanted Jackdaw to be better than he was, and that's just how life was. "A man has to do, what a man has to do." Was dad's old motto, and Jack lived by it. Time passed, bullying eventually turned into fights, and a few close-calls passed by. In the end, his father was too old to survive, old illnesses acting up, and he died. Jack continued to graduate Vault School, now officially 'parentless'. A rather average life, right? Wrong. Unknown to him, life in the Vault was going to become a bit less...civil.

Work Test Results: Surprisingly, Vault Security Chief. He had expected a maintenance worker, but his practicality must have been calculated into combat situations. It suits him fine;; he's a natural crackshot, and a good scrapper.

Other: Skills - Repair, Melee, Guns, Survival.

[User]
Elijah ignored the kid who obviously wasn't as intelligent as the rest of the group. He was doubtful that he would even understand him if he gave his reasoning. He saw a few people taking the bags. "No I didn't run into any other people. Hell I probably would've died if I didn't get out of the security office fast enough." Elijah said. After replying to her, the vault door started to open. "Well here goes nothing guys from one death trap to another." He said trying to being witty. Once the vault door was fully opened he made his ways outside with the rest of the group. The tunnel leading to the outside was dark and had a very earth like smell. laying around were a few remains of people who tried to get into but didn't make it either because they were late or because something else happened. As he stepped outside the first thing he saw was a giant light since he hadn't had time to adjust his eyes. After a few moments of blinding light he saw the wasteland. "It does have a nice look to it. Makes you wanna explore and search every nook and cranny just to see what you can find ya know?" Elijah said to the group.

Elijah heard one of the group members talk about seeing a few houses or something further out. "Good idea we should get our bearing first then take a look." After he finished speaking a song started playing looking around it came from the guy who spoke to him earlier about stealing. Thats actually a good idea. Hopefully somebody will be on the air and we can get a idea of whats happening in the wastes. Elijah found a small rock looking into the wasteland to sit on. For now he would just chill and wait for the others.

[Assistant] Oscar made it to the top of the maintenance shaft and he discovered that the maintenance shaft door at the top was open. Despite being exhausted from the climb, Oscar continued on towards the vault door. As Oscar was on his way, he heard the scrapping and groaning coming from the door. Oscar thought to himself "Hmph,someone beat me to it. Anyway, it means that there are people who want out too." As he got to the door, he saw some people walk out of the vault. Despite his body screaming at him to stop and rest, Oscar said in a low voice " I am not resting until I am out of this god forsaken coffin that many call home." Oscar proceeded outside. He was blind for a while due to the sun's bright rays. As soon as Oscar saw again, the first thing he noticed the wasteland. It was exactly how his grandfather described. This made Oscar cry loudly. His determination and shock in the moment of getting out had turned into grief. He lost the only family he knew in front of him. He gather himself while still looking quite saddened. He walk up the group that were standing outside of the vault door. While taking a seat by them, Oscar said in a saddened voice" hello. It seems that I am not the only one who wanted out." Then he noticed how armed they were. " it seems that you guys fought your ways out. Hope it was not too difficult."

[User]
Jackdaw felt his spirits lift - if only slightly - when the massive steel door of the Vault's entrance, and exit, opened with the loud, rustic sounds of decades-old metal grinding against each other. From his position at the far wall, he watched as the others went through the opening after staring for a little while. This...this was it. He was about to leave his 'home' for the past nineteen years, and venture into an unknown, decrepit world that his father had warned, and told him about countless times. Radiation, the man had said.

Raiders, killers, murderers...rapists. Mutated beasts. But what option did they have? He'd take freedom and death other discrimination and torture any day of the week. If he died out there...then, at least he'd die where his father had once lived. At least he'd die a free man, rather than stuck in some cold, stifling vault filled with shit memories and mutated, human-eating beasts. The man felt his dry throat constrict, but it wasn't from sadness or tears. It was from the fear of the unknown, and the pleasure of venturing into said unknown. This was it. He began to straighten up, turning towards the cave that would lead him into the outside world, when the sound of the elevator 'dinging' alerted him to more entrees. Shit...he had let his guard down.

"Leaving me behind wasn't very nice, y'know." A voice, male, spoke up, and as his eyes focused, Jackdaw could see a blonde female and a messy-haired guy. "Mr. Bogeyman down there almost killed me."

Jack narrowed his eyes, and his grip on his gun tightened. The guy noticed Jackdaw quickly, and commented on the Vault doors opening. He was most-likely a survivor, himself. Him and that girl. 'More must be coming.' Jack thought, relaxing his tense stature, but keeping his pistol gripped in his hands, his finger resting on the trigger. "Yeah, this place isn't safe. We're headin' out." Jack spoke up, giving the girl and the guy a once over. The male had the greasy and dirty jumpsuit that he recognized - that of a maintenance man, and the girl had a pristine white labcoat...well, formerly pristine. Now, it had blood and dirt stains, obvious from all of this death. A medic, maybe? Well, regardless, if they were leaving, they could. "I won't stop you from leaving." His piece said, Jackdaw turned back to the entrance, beginning to walk forward, when, once more, someone else entered. Two, actually. One...crawling, and the other heading straight out. Jack began to feel a tad threatened with so many people around, and he needed to get out of the stifling entrance. With one more glance towards the girl and boy by the elevator, he exited the Vault...forever, hopefully.

The glare of the sunlight was shocking, but, surprisingly, he dealt with it quite well, bringing an arm up to lessen the glare until it was only a minor inconvenience. The group was herding around the door, apparently discussing plans. 'Let's see here...' Jackdaw walked a bit aways from the others, leaning against a large rock that was melded into the mountainside the Vault was built into. He brought up his Pip-Boy, noting the lack of Vault Radio, and the added radio stations. Turning the volume down a bit to a low hum, but loud enough for him to hear anyone, Jack began going over a few things - More specifically, he spoke into his his Audio Log.

"Exited the vault..." He narrowed his eyes towards the signs in the distance, before straightening, marking his current location on the Pip-Boy's map function. It was promptly labeled as 'Vault 24'. The man jumped down the small ridge that they were all perched on, dust billowing around his boots. He walked over to the signs. They weren't too far away. "Two signs a bit ahead of the vault's entrance. Says 'Colorado Springs', and 'Denver'." He touched the sign...it was warm, and felt rough underneath his calloused fingertips. He didn't know which way to begin moving;; Both names were unfamiliar, and his dad didn't mention any specific cities. 'Colorado Springs' had a pretty safe-sounding name, but that didn't mean anything.

Jack's low, rough tone began once more, speaking into the Pip-Boy's voice activating system. "I don't know which way to go...but I don't really have any options. Getting to a safe place sounds about right. I want to think on what I'm going to be doing out here." Clicking the audio recorder off, he went over his actions. Oddly enough, he felt as if he was taking this all in too quickly...being too calm, too swift in his actions. Maybe it was adrenaline, or his mind going into survivor mode? Regardless, whatever it was, it was going down, and his nerves were beginning to act up. Jack had never really been a soft, kind-hearted, and 'zen' kind of guy. Rather, he was a bit rough, rebellious, and didn't like people talking shit to him. He dealt with dangerous situations well, however...maybe that'd work here.

He frowned, breathing in the dusty air of the Wasteland.

It didn't feel too bad.


[System]
Race: Human

Race Description: N/A

Avatar: The Rat. Mill follows The Rat because he believes that there will always be a struggle for life, but that ultimately life will not change. Maybe the humans will push back the orcs, but the orcs will return someday. Or maybe the orcs will triumph, but in the end humans will rise back up and drive them out. There may be temporary victories, but nothing will truly change in the end.
Gender: Male

Age: 20

Appearance: Mill is tall and gaunt with a perpetual forlorn look on his face. He has black that is roughly cut short and blue eyes. He wears a white work shirt with a brown leather vest over it. He also wears brown leggings and thick boots. He is somewhat muscular, but not as much as some of the other farmhands.

Current Equipment: Besides his work clothes Mill is only carrying the scythe he was using to cut wheat, he owns a bow and a few arrows but they are at his house. He also has a pendent shaped like the avatar he worships, The Rat.

Handy Skills: Mill has some experience with tanning and leather work, as well as carving and fletching.

Personality at RP's Start: Mill is a glum person in general. He tends to be very pessimistic and is usually the first to point out how something could go wrong. Despite this, he can be a good and loyal friend, and he is not the type to leave someone behind. Furthermore, as a follower of The Rat and Fala, he believes that the Orc invasion is just as futile as the human defense, which in his mind puts them on equal footing. Also due to his belief that life has no deep meaning, he is often the first to volunteer for any suicidal plan or action since living or dying makes no difference to him.

Facts Likely Known To Others: Mill is not generally very talkative, but having worked with the others for some time they have come to know him fairly well. They know he is not a good person to talk to if they need cheering up and that he tends to depress people unintentionally. However, they also know that he is a good person overall and that he works hard to support his younger sister, who is a follower of an avatar of Magmehn and is the complete opposite of Mill.

[User] lol wtf sorry

[Assistant]
Saamir Syed,

Cowfallow Bridge

Saamir's stomach heaved with nausea, courtesy of the Orc's gut punch that he'd recieved just moments before. The large cleaver that Horace had handed him felt heavier than anything he'd ever had to swing, but it was a down sight better option than the rusty sickle.

Two Orc warriors, their teeth gnashing white spittle everywhere, advanced on Saamir and Horace - suddenly cautious now that Cowfallow's inhabitants had felled a few of their kind.

"Ready," Saamir wheezed over the pain in his stomach. "May Kalem hold the gateway open for us just a little longer."

With that, Saamir threw himself at the foremost Orc in the way that only a bar brawler could. There was no method to his attack, no practicsed finesse, just sheer bloody-minded offense. He brought the cleaver against the Orc's wooden buckler, and found himself rebounding with twice the force; his adversary struck forwards with a sabre, but Saamir managed to step aside the fatal strike.

"Not bad," the Orc grunted, jugling its sabre in one hand. "For filth."

"I could say the same," Saamir said, his eyes narrowing.

The Orc took offense, and roared. It came at him, striking again and again, and Saamir was hard pressed to parry the attacks. The cleaver in his hands rattled with each impact of steel-on-steel, and his fingers quickly grew numb. For a moment, he feared he'd simply drop the weapon, but he managed to maintain his grip.

"Die, die, die!" The Orc bellowed, backing away momentarily. It brought up its buckler, and stood sideways on with Saamir. "You look thirsty," it said, sneering.

Before Saamir could retort, the hulking beast-man charged him with the flat face of its buckler aimed for his chest. Saamir stepped aside, leaving his left foot extended, and the Orc tripped. There was a huge crash as the sturdy wooden railing gave way to the creature's weight, and moments later, there was a splash far below.

Saamir turned rapidly, and saw the second Orc advancing on Horace. He also saw, through the clearing smoke and the rushing forms, that his comrades were fairing better than he thought possible. Half a dozen Orc dead littered the bridge -- though more than a dozen farmhands joined them.

"Push them back," Saamir called above the racket of battle. "Fear is our greatest enemy, these beasts cannot prevail against bravery!"

He felt stupid for saying it, but a rush of adrenaline made him not care too much.

As the second Orc rounded on Horace, Saamir appeared on its left, and swung. The Orc parried the cleaver, and punched Saamir across the face; he stumbled away clutching a broken nose.

[User]
Thekk

The Cowfallow Bridge

Dark shadows whirled within the smoke across the bridge, coaxing out the screams of the lost. Soon the shades tangible forms could be seen emerging, sickly green, from the ashes of Cowfallow. His head pounding, his heart in his throat, Thekk stumbled backwards falling among a group of ale barrels. As he fell his eyes met those of one of the brutes, whose lips lit up in a sinister smile. The orc barreled towards him, axe raised, poised to end the struggle that was life.

Some raw instinctual force awoke within Thekk, driving him into action. With the monster within meters of him, Thekk forced a barrel towards the orc with a resounding kick. Though sturdy, the orc lacked in agility and fell face first with a resounding thud. Without thought, Thekk rose to his feet and ran towards his incapacitated foe. Grabbing his hammer from his toolbelt he raised it high above the orc's massive head and sent it crashing down. He could feel the brute's head cave with a loud crack but the orc still squirmed. Rhythmically Thekk bashed in the creature's skull conducting an orchestra of cracks, squirts, and finally nothingness.

The hot gore of the orc spotted Thekk's face and hands. Soon the blood mixed with tears as Thekk fell back among the barrels. Vomit rose in his throat and gushed out, rolling down his shirt and pants. Dazed and confused, Thekk resigned himself to fate and sat and watched his village burn.

[Assistant]
Kordo

The ogre looked upon the burning town. He told himself he cared little of it, that he needed it not; that was not true. He felt a connection to the town, even more so now that it was stained with blood and fire. It beckoned him, like a siren.

Korde followed the call.

As he picked up his hoe, he went towards the bridge. He didn't see why he should go there, but everyone else was going there so why shouldn't he.

The amount of fighting and movement disoriented Kordo momentarily, but his conviction did not falter. He charged into battle, his allies eager to move out of his way.

Within seconds, Kordo found himself face-to-face with an orc.

"Come at, you thick-skulled beast," the orc taunted. It took Kordo a second to realize that this taunt was directed at him rather than any of his colleagues.

"What Is Skull?" Kordo asked politely. The orc got angrier. Here were two bodies about to fight to the death, and this impudent ogre wanted to distract him by asking for an anatomy lesson.

"It is what my blade shall soon truncate!" the orc replied, winding his arm back to slash at the ogre. Kordo now understood that knowledge meant very little in such a situation as he stabbed the orc in the foot with the blade of his hoe.

The orc yelped in pain and drew back. Kordo took his weapon with both hands and lifted it above his left shoulder, preparing to slam it into his opponent.

He swung.

And he missed.

The hoe let out a loud swish as Kordo brought it down upon where he though would be his foe. His work was not for naught, as he managed to still hit another orc.

The orc he hit was one two other men were preoccupied by. The assailant never saw it coming. The blood splattered everywhere as the back of the orc's head split in half. He looked at the corpse and then at the two men, who he recognized as Horace and Saamir.

"Sorr-ee," Kordo uttered meekly at his two brothers-in-arms.

[User]
Mill Grayer, Cowfallow Bridge

Mill was still struggling when he heard a voice calling out. He couldn't hear exactly what the person was saying, but he got the feeling it was supposed to be inspirational. Too bad it was very difficult to inspire a follower of Fala, especially one who was about to be killed by an orc.

Fortunately for Mill, another farmhand seemed inspired by the words and struck at the orc with a hoe. Unfortunately for Mill's would-be savior, the orc seemed more annoyed by the hit and grabbed the man before tossing him into the river. It's probably safer down there than it is up here, Mill thought as he swung his scythe at the orc. He lodged the blade into the orc's arm and yanked it to the side, throwing the orc off balance and letting another farmhand finish it off with a pitchfork to the chest.

Mill paused for a second, trying to catch his breath as he looked around the bridge. Several orcs were dead, however there were still more and several of the other farmhands had already been killed or wounded. His rest was cut short however, when several more orcs began to come across the bridge towards him. He swung his scythe in a wide arc, trying to stall them. The orcs faltered, but only for a second before they continued their assault. Mill rushed one of them and shoved him back with the handle of his tool, while a few of the others tried to push back the remaining orcs to prevent them from advancing.

Mill glanced around looking for someone who could assist them. He saw two men and troll not far away. "Saamir, Horace, Kordo give us a hand!" he called out. However, his momentary distraction was enough for the orc he was fighting to get the upper hand. The large beast head-butted him in face and Mill stumbled backwards clutching his head.