[System]
Age: 16

Gender: Female

Race: Faunus (Coyote)

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

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

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

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

Color: A light, woody brown.

Emblem:

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

Appearance:
(Height - 5'7")

Voice: Cassandra Lee Morris

Music: Endlessly

[User]
Ears drooping, Shiro sighed. Smiling, he scratched the back of his head. "Ah, well I guess we went about this all wrong. I promise that after all this is done, I'll hear your story." His smile vanished as he barked a familiar phrase to Gren. "Gren! Eyes on me!" Forcibly exhaling all of his breath out to empty his lungs as much as possible, he then sharply inhaled to fill his chest to capacity with air. With a sudden thunderous roar, the air exploded with the sound of Shiro's activated Semblance, his face flushing red and veins visibly throbbing as he sustained his roar for as long and as loud as he could. [King's Voice]

Shiro felt the familiar electric tingle of his Faunus senses sharpening, as would Gren. All other living things in sight or hearing of Shiro would be slammed with the opposite effect, having their senses dulled severely. Gripping his axe, he lifted it and hefted it onto his back, flipping over the two faunus that stood in front of them. "Gren! Incapacitate and restrain them, I'm gonna pursue the runner! Inform Sapphire and Abel of the situation, we'll link up with them once we've gotten these guys to safety!" Barreling out of the same door he saw the deer faunus escape through, but before leaving the room, he stopped. Turning in the doorway to shout back at 'Mauve', he said once again. "Mauve! I'm sorry we have to do this! I can't let you do this to yourself! This isn't something you can easily come back from! We'll take care of you and I'll listen to your story! All of your stories! I promise!" Finished, he shifted his axe back to their sword & shield mode, ripping his sword from the shield. Practically tearing up the ground, he chased after 'Coral' the deer faunus and quickly gained on her. Once within range, Shiro leapt into the air and squeezed the trigger hidden in the hilt of his sword. With a loud bang! he fired off a Dust Shotshell and propelled himself through the air. Raising his shield arm, he aimed to bring the face of the shield down on her to quickly knock her out and stun her.

[Assistant]
Gren Orchid

Gren would have sighed, but he supposed intimidation wasn't really going to be something that would work. These faunas have lived most of their lives intimidated by others, so being scared by him was their only, and perhaps last, act of defiance. Looking at Shiro when he told Gren to do so, the tiger faunas roared as loudly as he could. This made Gren sigh and tried to remind Shiro of something only by mouthing the words. "Subtly?"

But what was done was done. Shiro ran off to get the fauna who ran for it, leaving Gren to handle the others. Easy. Using his Semblance he forced the friction of their feet to be immensely strong, preventing them from being able to left their legs and run. Only Shiro was spared this as Gren casually walked over to each of the Faunas, his armored helmet covering his face again. When Shiro was gone, he spoke his mind about the situation.

"I won't argue that what you want is wrong. It's a valid desire... But consider this. If you could chose to be human, what stops others from saying that all faunas should be human? They would now have the means to make it so. You think the humans are bad enough, those who can't stand to live with us. But just imagine what would happen if they suddenly had a choice to be able to change us simply by bullying and threatening. It's a shame that you're so willing to fight for this cause, here and now. We could have used someone with your passion. But you're my enemy now."

Putting the God Eater on his back, Gren went over to Mauve and Deneb. His hands shot and closed around each of their necks as he began to asphyxiate them. In his mind, he started to calculate how long he should hold each one of them to ensure that they would fall unconscious with minimal brain damage. Something he had a lot of practice doing. When those two stopped moving Gren dropped them, allowing his Semblance to keep them pinned to the ground. Than he moved onto the other faunas, who had to watch as he began to choke the consciousness out of each and every faunas. Some tried to fight, but no matter where they hit they wouldn't even cause Gren to tickle. When he came to the last faunas, Gren revealed something else about himself.

"You may think I'm a monster. That is true. I chose to give up being a faunas too. I made the decision to try to change myself because I felt it was what I wanted... And I regret what I've lost. I'm not going to let you all make the same mistake."

And like all the others, Gren choked out the last faunas, letting his body fall to the floor once he was properly unconscious. With a sad sigh, Gren than went about binding their limbs with whatever sort of cloth he could use as rope. It was a good thing his team members weren't here. He didn't want to show them this side of him. He liked to think he was still a nice guy who just sort of does bad things.

[User]
Sapphire Rode - The Shelter
Several more doctors entered the room and Sapphire maneuvered around them easily not wanting to draw any attention just yet. Sapphire wanted to see how this would play out. She'd been hoping that they doctors might talk about the procedure or go over it with the patient and assure them the risk was slight. Unfortunately they merely applied a sedative gas. The red haired doctor opened a case full of operating tools. Sapphire's heart froze at the sight of them. Small sterile knives, there blades honed for the purpose of cutting flesh. Other instruments that looked more designed for torture than treatment.

Sapphire took in two breaths and breathed out letting the air calm her beating heart. If everything she saw upset her she would never make it as a hunter. She had to learn to shove those feelings aside.

At the sight of the needle however Sapphire lost it. Blood, gore, explosions, destruction and even death she could handle with a calm face as long as the situation demanded it but surgical equipment and needles pushed Sapphire's buttons in a very specific fearful area of her brain. Sapphire took two steps forward and grabbed the sides of two of the doctors head who were standing side by side. With all of her might Sapphire slammed there skulls together with a crash. They were unconscious instantly.

"Take these two and get out now." Sapphire said and though she spoke in more of a whisper the doctors heard every word. The physicians dropped there equipment and dragged there colleagues from the room. Clearly they were far more used to science, biology and study than they were practical combat for they left without a struggle. Though it was more than likely there were going to get security.

After they left Sapphire closed the doors and cracked open one of her shot gun shells that contained fire dust. She poured it over the opening in the door before slamming the two together. Immediately there was a massive blast of light as the fire dust fused the doors together ensure that they would not be interrupted.

Sapphire was fairly knowledgeable when it came to medical remedies and chemicals. She wouldn't be performing open heart surgery anytime soon but she knew how to get someone on there feet. After searching the shelves of the room for a bit she found a vial that was the counter agent to the standard sedatives usually used on faunus.

Very gently Sapphire injected the coyote girl's arm with the drug and waited for her to wake. When the girl opened her eyes Sapphire was visibly relieved. "Good you woke up. Can you tell me who you are and why you're here?"

[Assistant]
Ciel Kuze - A Waiting Rabbit
"We wait" Ciel said off hand quietly as she carefully looked outside for any signs or new guards. Gripping her bag tighter she stilled her breath as she heard footsteps approach making a motion with her hand for Luke to remain quiet in case he did not hear the foot steps. Sigh this was not what she asked for when she said she wanted to be a huntress this seemed more like a spy mission than anything else. Though she had to admit despite everything this was really fun for her. She relaxed a bit when the footsteps died down still waiting for something to happen as she briefly let her thoughts drift off to how Mokuren was doing since to be honest half the reason she was able to get this far was due to her attacking the bouncer.

[User]
Lucas Schwarze--Out of sight, Out of mind

Well, yeah... thought the black-haired teen in reply, settling for an internal response and a mildly exasperated frown rather than the spoken word. Cian wasn't the only one keeping her ears on a swivel...

He'd have to find a better phrase than that. Really, "ears on a swivel"? That's like specifically scraping the bottom of the barrel, even if there are plenty of ripe and fresh apples to pick all the way up to the brim. His lyrical and eclectic mind could surely produce better results!

Let's see here...

"Ears open" is good, if a bit overplayed.

Maybe something like "keeping an ear out for trouble?"

No, no, no.

That just runs into the same issue as "ears on a swivel". Think of something good!

He squatted there in silence and massaged his temples, face contorting into a scrunched-up, intensely concentrated grimace. It was a spectacle that would look humorously out of place in such a tense situation, were his compatriot able to look back over her shoulder and not be glued to watching the door and surveying the activity of the guard(s) outside. A necessary evil, and one that was surely better than the alternative.

You can do this, Schwarze! You didn't pass English class with ease once you had to stop doing annotations in your books for nothing!

"Ears on point"!

"Ears in tune"!

"Ears on the ball!"

His head flopped forward, fingers squeezing his scalp in what could only be described as a midway point between the "Hear No Evil" pose and Edvard Munch's famous painting, The Scream.

This is hopeless... Just like back when I learned of the "Courage Series" last year, and how just one word can make anything sound positive.

The image of a college-aged, brown-haired girl flashed through his mind, along with the phrase "The courage to admit defeat!" said in an amused, singsong tone that brought back more memories than you might expect from the voice of someone that he, logically, should barely know at all.

His hands left his head and his fist clenched passionately.

I COURAGEOUSLY ACCEPT MY DEFEAT!

A sharp, yet thankfully quiet gasp escaped from his previously sealed lips, and his eyes went wide as saucers. He fell for it again despite knowing about the trick for nearly a year! Truly a masterful exploitation of simplicity, both in the language he spoke and wiring of his poor brain!

...Wait, where were we?

He snapped himself out of his own contained aside, and glanced around the room, taking stock of the situation once again. They hadn't been found out yet, Cian was still keeping watch at the door, but the footsteps seemed to have died off.

Had the guard already passed? Was he stopped outside?

Inwardly, he shamed himself for losing track of the situation at such a crucial moment. Reaching to his earpiece, he clicked it on, broadcasting to all channels in a low, yet as clear as possible whisper. Better play catch up.

"Jack, any more of a clue what's goin' on than the two of us?"

[Assistant]
As it turns out, Krystanthe's cue was unneeded, as Sepia was genuinely smitten with the adorable little kittens. "They're so cute!" she giggled, petting the kitty on its head. Privately, however, she wondered how this was ethical, or even possible for that matter. Still, she replied in a purr, her voice dropping from innocent to something else quickly. "It'd be a pleasure to know you. My parents always try to set me up with boys of...equal status, but you seem different. Interesting." She smiled at them sweetly, her eyes half-closed.

"So, tea?"


[System]
I R L
Age - 20
Place of Origin - Indiana, USA
Occupation - Gas station clerk

A V A T A R

Character's Name - Graves
Pathos Affiliation - Draethir
Role - Melee DPS
Profession - Bounty Hunter
Weapon of Choice - Nodachi
Domains - Water, Darkness; Restoration, Divination, Enhancement

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P E R S O N A L I T Y

Arrogant
It isn't just that Graves thinks highly of himself. He doesn't believe he's the best- he knows he is, and the only reason he fails is when others are holding him back. There is no challenge he won't take on, no enemy he's afraid to challenge; he has mastered the art of combat in Pariah Online and he's eager to show that off.

Belligerent
His mentors always hammered into his head that the one thing a good fighter had was aggression. A full-bodied willingness to commit violence, directed violence, against their opponents. To hesitate was to admit you were the weaker combatant. To allow the enemy initiative was the equivalent of surrender. Graves has taken those lessons to heart, allowing that belligerence to seep into every aspect of his personality.

Driven
For all his many, many faults, none can deny Graves's desire to succeed. He is driven beyond rational boundaries, to the point where Graves believes he can do anything he wants- often times bending the situation to make this fact true. He doesn't allow himself to slip, to lose, to give in, ever.

B E N C H M A R K S

Violent Transfusion
The linchpin of Graves's fighting style is his ability to heal himself by wounding his enemies. He strikes at them with his signature weapon, drawing the blood from their bodies using his unusual primordial magics, and then transmutes it into a healing energy that stitches up his own wounds at a rapid pace. This allows Graves to maintain full throttle aggression without putting himself in total mortal peril.

Surgical Precision
Studying the anatomy of wayfarers and monsters alike was a necessary component of Graves's chosen battle strategy. He's learned the best places to strike to disable his opponents, or to produce the greatest flow of blood. In addition, He's also internalized where he can safely wound himself if the need ever arises.

Human Bloodhound
Graves pursues his targets like a predator tracks a wounded animal. He treks across great distances, following even the most subtle of clues for weeks at a time. Nothing ever seems to deter or distract him, so singular is his purpose.

Pain, Life's Great Motivator
Pain is something every wayfarer is familiar with. Some shy away from it, while others manage to grit their teeth and soldier onward despite it. Graves revels in it. He practically falls into his attacker's blade at any given opportunity. It makes for a terrifying display when he walks through a debilitating stab wound to make his counterattack.
 | Physical Description
Andrew is unusually tall, measuring more than a few inches over six feet- a trait he inherited from his father. He's far thinner, however, with an unhealthy gauntness to his long face. Dark circles around his eyes stand out against harshly pale skin, and long hair falls down to his shoulders. Most wouldn't regard him as particularly good-looking, owing in no small part to a lack of effort and little self confidence.

His persona's appearance in Pariah differs significantly. While Graves stands just as tall, he's extraordinarily well-built, with a chest as broad as a barrel and muscle coiled like steel cable. Scarring earned from many an encounter pepper his body thanks to his light armor and penchant for reckless aggression. Graves is much better put together, too, with shorter cropped hair and strong features his player could only dream of.
Character Conceptualization
Graves is a controversial bounty hunter whose history stretches back to the first days of Pariah Online. He's renowned for doggedly pursuing his targets no matter where they run or for how long. Quick tempered and arrogant to the core, Graves is a difficult man to work with if he believes you're holding him back- and he thinks everyone does. The few friendships he still holds are troubled, to say the least, yet it wasn't always so.

Back when the game first launched, Graves was a member of a guild called the Strange Reign Club. They were a highly competitive group of raiders and PVPers with a reputation for extraordinaire toxicity. It was hard to argue against their results, however. Graves showed great promise as one of their earliest recruits, competing with some of the Club's best duelists. He'd stay with them for many months before, without much warning, he'd be cut from the team and blacklisted by its raid leaders.

 A solo player ever since, Graves has been quietly grinding away at his profession, stewing on whatever drama had happened behind the scenes...
Other Information
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Transfusion: The primary vehicle of Graves's unstoppable aggression and the core aspect of his kit. Transfusion allows Graves to transform any blood into lifeforce, healing physical wounds of nearly any kind. The blood must be drawn through an open wound. The amount of healing received and how quickly it takes to stitch a wound depends on the volume and quality of the blood provided. This ability is typically used by cutting open an enemy's major arteries and healing himself, but it is not limited to this function.

Defiant to the End: One of his strongest abilities, and the most dangerous to utilize. If Graves has suffered enough damage to be near unconsciousness or death's door, he can temporarily convert the flow of blood from all his wounds into life-force, providing an incredible burst of healing power. This magic has the potential to harm or eve kill him if it consumes too great a quantity of his blood.

Meditative Healing: Another aspect of Graves's advanced blood-based restoration magic. By sitting in a meditative trance for at least an hour, he may use his own blood to close his own wounds. This consumes his blood, much like Defiant to the End. How long it takes depends on the severity of said injuries. The stance is extremely taxing, essentially requiring he rest immediately afterward. In addition, it can't repair grievous wounds such as broken bones or eviscerated organs.

Blood In The Water: Using a concoction of a creature's blood and a number of other ingredients, Graves may consume it to cast this spell to locate that creature if they are within a thousand feet of him; if they're moving he knows the direction. This spell can be blocked by most magic or materials meant to disrupt divination.

Sight Beyond Sight: Sight Beyond Sight allows Graves to concentrate, blocking out all other senses to activate a sort of 'sixth sense.' This sixth sense allows him to feel the presence of bleeding targets within a thirty meter radius of himself, though it can be blocked by sufficiently thick walls or anti-divination magic. It acts similarly to echo location, wherein he gets a 'blip' of the target(s)' movement every couple of seconds. |

[User]
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Location: The Laughing Worg Tavern -- The City of Thorinn, Aetheria

Artemis leaned in as Seele explained the disappearances, noting how pretty much any information that her guild had gathered was already covered by Seele's explanations. The girl remained silent, thinking through the whole situation and imagining how awful it must have been for the friends of these people. At least she knew what happened to her friends, had they just disappeared... Artemis didn't know how she would carry herself. Watching the others around the table, she wondered briefly just what might be going through their minds. How they were handling the disappearance of others, did they find it as terrifying as she did? Artemis shook her head, perishing those thoughts to focus back on the task at hand.

Then an even more haunting realization dawned upon the girl. She was now a solo player, the most common kind of player to disappear, and a spellcaster at that. Fear gripped her heart as once more, she realized once more that she was alone. Sure, this group had welcomed her to sit and help with their issue but... at some point, they'd go home. At some point, she'd be alone heading to her guild house, and risk becoming another point of data on Seele's documents. Panic started to set in, the girl's leg starting to bounce under the table as she tried to desperately reign herself in to keep a calm demeanor. Without thinking, Artemis reached out to rest a hand on Graves' forearm and gripping tightly, reminding herself where she was, that she wasn't alone.

As she calmed, the girl realized slowly that she was still in the Tavern surrounded by others. The color deepened in her cheeks as embarrassment from her outburst rose to the forefront of her mind. She quickly released Graves' forearm, looking away at that moment. "S-sorry, lack of sleep is getting to me..." She whispered in a small voice, taking the next few moments to collect herself, then speaking up. "If solo spellcasters are their most common target, then... we could also bait a trap. After we find the information, I meet both those criteria at the moment. Just... until then I'd prefer not to be alone for... obvious reasons." She said softly, the wavering in her voice betraying that perhaps more had gone on in her head than simply a lack of sleep.

[Assistant]
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It was easier said than done.

Still, it wasn't like Alja was going to let Kazuki get away at this point. To her credit, her words were logical and along the lines of encouraging. He stared at Alja for a second, though he didn't respond, instead choosing to stuff his hands into his pockets. This was the pain of having to interact with people, wasn't it? Now that he thought about it, on top of every other problem they were having, Kazuki wasn't used to being this...social. If one could call it that, anyway.

He didn't say much of anything, more focused on sobering up as he resumed the walk wordlessly. He wasn't expecting much out of this little trip, though that was more his pragmatism speaking. If Prisillica managed to rally people, maybe, but as far as he was aware, Aaginim's death still had the place pretty grim. It would be nice if he was surprised, but he wouldn't hold his breath. And even in the slight chance where things could be moving, Luci was still an obstacle. His own involvement aside, he was certain she held resentment towards their entire group in general.

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[User]
Location: The Laughing Worg Tavern-- The City of Thorinn, Aetheria

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Kazuki was running away. Would it be right to just let him walk off, to avoid dealing with Mystic Prophecy? It would be easier than handling that sore wound that both brothers felt, after all. He knew Luci blamed Kazuki for Aag's death, but he also knew why they'd all done the dungeon in the first place.

To test the waters. To see if Benkei was ready to join Mystic Prophecy.

Kazuki wasn't the one who failed Aaginim. It was Benkei. It was his fault they were in that dungeon at the time. His single-minded desire to be the best led him down a path that good people died.

And now when you died you never came back.

 "Ka-" Before he could even say anything, Alja burst onto the scene. Her words were better than anything he could force down, and he was thankful she'd come to join them as well. "Alja's right. We need to meet with Mystic Prophecy, and we all have to work together if we're going to survive." He wanted to bite his lip in frustration. Who was left in Mystic Prophecy now?

 "Let's go, everyone. There's no better time like the present, right?

[Assistant]
Location: Laughing Worg Tavern -- City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria

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Graves wasn't much of a thinker, even if he'd never admit it. Seele spoke in an excited rush, days worth of careful research and pondering pouring out like a flood. She was shuffling through stacks upon stacks of documents featuring all sorts of information: missing wayfarers, a map of the city, a second map of the city, then a third and a fourth. It would've been difficult to keep up with her even if Graves wasn't halfway through a sizeable tankard of ale. Still, he did his best to follow her line of thought. People were being taken in some kinda pattern. Certain places in Thorinn where it was easier to nab folks in the dead of night, he figured, were hotspots for these kidnappings. And they were targeted, too, not just at players but specifically mages from Drox. Why would they go after the hippies of all things? Every Drox guildie he'd ever met was obnoxiously nice and obsessively helpful.

'These guys've gotta be real bastards if these are the people they're huntin'.'

Cowards, too, if the only wayfarers they were willing to fight were supports and healers. They'd be easy pickings for somebody like him, if only they could actually find them.

But it seemed Seele had a plan for that, too, as she drew a vial from her robes. A cold prickle climbed up the back of his neck at the sight of blood. His heart beat just a little bit faster, and he had to fight the urge to reach out and snatch it off the table.

He opened his mouth to speak only for the words to catch in his throat, his attention drawn elsewhere. Something was on his arm. He glanced down at it, and even on seeing Artemis's hand gripping his he couldn't quite comprehend what was happening. The idea that someone would dare to touch him seemed so outrageous that his first instinct was to dismiss it out of hand. His eyes were playing tricks on him. Or it was an accident, maybe.

Graves looked up to give Artemis a puzzled look as she released her grip, mumbling out an apology about a lack of sleep. The gears in his head turned hard enough to send smoke trailing out of his ears, but he finally got it. "Oh," he muttered, blood rushing to his cheeks. "No, no! You're, uh, you're okay. Its totally cool. We're cool." Graves assured her everything was okay with a pat on the arm and a thumbs up.

He quickly turned away from her. "You don't have to do that. You're not doing that, actually. We ain't lettin' you out of our sight. Besides," he grabbed the blood vial Seele had placed in front of them, holding it up. He gave Seele a long look, trying to read the intention behind her eyes as he spoke. "Seele already went to all the trouble of drawing this. You sure you're up to this, Missy?"


[System]
Gale has a red ribbon wrapped around the base of his left ear.

"You're still out there, right Breeze...?"

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Species:
Minun

Sex:
♂

Age:
Adolescent

Ability:
Minus

Moves:
Quick Attack
Growl
Tearful Look

Guild Rank:
Recruit

Equipment:
Gale carries around a scrapbook, filled with memories of him and Breeze. The pages are filled with little glued-in trinkets, doodles, and even a picture of the two of them with their adoptive parent, Hurricane.

Personality:
Far meeker than his twin sister, Breeze. Gale isn't short on courage, but he does lack a certain decisiveness. He tends to waffle and mull things over before jumping into action, which can make him come across as a bit of a coward. Gale's also a bit one-track minded, hyper-focused on whatever goal he does eventually settle on. Still, this doesn't mean Gale is completely alien to the world around him- he's a pretty good listener, all things considered, and very determined. If push came to shove, Gale pushes.

Bio:
'Gale' and 'Breeze'- an odd pair of names for a Minun and a Plusle. If they'd ever known their real parents, maybe they'd have wound up with different names. As it stands, though, the one who raised and cared for the two of them was their adoptive father, a Staraptor named Hurricane. Hurricane is a veteran of the Oblivion war, sure, but hardly enough to be called a legendary hero. No, he ended up retiring before the war had even ended, retiring after making a snap judgment to bring back two abandoned pokemon eggs to his home.

One hatched first- a girl, and a Plusle, given the name 'Breeze'. Even when she was very very young, not knowing what she was doing, Breeze would spend a lot of time near the other egg. Not long after it, too, hatched. That egg turned out to be a boy this time, the Minun that'd be called Gale. Gale and Breeze would be inseparable, doing anything and everything together, much to the dismay of their adoptive father. He wanted to teach them independence, to have each be on their own two feet. His pride, and his being a different species, made him not understand the siblings' magnetic attitude towards each-other.

Still, for a while, they didn't live a bad life, the three of them. Hurricane clearly cared for his children, adopted they may be. Thinking it was best for them, he decided to split the pair up. He made Breeze go out into the world when she was old enough to take care of herself and forced Gale to stay behind. To comfort Gale, Breeze left him their scrapbook, as well as tying a ribbon around his ear. Breeze had both a red and a blue one, so she'd take the blue one. This way, both of them had something as a reminder of the other.

Hurricane took care of Gale on his own for a little bit longer, until Gale got fed up and set out on his own as well. He wanted to find Breeze again, not be separated like they were, and so began an adventure to find her. A solitary, rough journey across a slowly healing world. He didn't have much money, or many personal belongings, but he made do, somehow. Taking an odd job here, doing a favor there. The wanderer's life wasn't much sustainable in a land as broken as this one, though. That, and no matter who he asked, nobody seemed to have a clue on who or where Breeze was. At some point, after having taken on a job, Gale heard about these "Rescue teams" being a thing. Pokemon who form teams to aid those in need, travelling all around the world to do so. Given that he needed both a steady line of work and some manner to search for his sister, Gale figured it might be something for him. So he sauntered off to Mandalay, the place he heard had the organisation's guild hall, to apply and become part of one such rescue team.

Secret:
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[User]
"Are you sure, Fio?" Gale would ask of her, considering she turned down Gale's intended offer of joining them in shopping. He wasn't aware himself that he'd made it sound otherwise. "Hm... if you think you can handle it, then I'll leave it to you two."

Gale gave both Ting and Fio a nod. He scanned the guild hall, trying to find the exit. "Hm... I think we should meet up right on the exit of town when we're done. Then we can depart for the orchards after."

It felt a little weird to the Minun to be giving out orders like that, but the party had been held up long enough. "I'll see you two later then," Gale said, gave his team a goodbye wave and made his way down to the barracks to go see Pandora.

[Assistant]
Songstream Hall, Main Hall --> Mandalay, Cloud Street

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"Well, I guess that solves that. Come on, Fio, Cloud Street can't be too far. Hopefully at this time of day they'll have lots of stuff to sell, and will give us some good deals." Ting watched as Gale headed towards the barracks, and he began to waddle towards the exit of Songstream Hall. There wasn't anyone in the problem center or at the front gate yet, though Ting guessed that would probably change very soon.

Following a few Street signs would quickly lead Ting to the area known only as Cloud Street. It was a broad, straight street, with many merchants at stalls or with caravans displaying their goods, and even more buildings, telling of sales and quality items. There were fabrics, pastries, various shining stones, boxes full of berries, there were even pokemon offering services like locksmithing and transportation. It was like a whole new world from what he had seen in Dunescar and Wude. It was kind of overwhelming for the poor Aron at first.

Usually places like this are where you'd hold on to your coin purse a little tighter in other places around the border. And brazenly displaying all your goods was a good way to get them stolen. But the pokemon here all seemed like it was just your average day. What kind of place was this?

Ting quickly snapped back to his senses as a large foot stomped in front of him. A Grotle had just run by, carrying a bag in its mouth towards one of the many buildings. He turned towards Fio. "Well, here we are. Guess we'd better watch our step, we probably don't want to get trampled. Any idea where to start? You're the one with the good fortune."

What exactly would they need? Food probably shouldn't be that big of an issue. Bread was relatively cheap, and would fill him up for the road, plus he had some iron scraps in his bag, should push come to shove. Maybe the farmers would be willing to pay them in food for their help? If it did get dark, some form of light would probably be a good idea. A lantern or something would help there. Maybe some of the shopkeepers would be feeling generous and give discounts to new recruits at the guild?

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 Interacting with/Mentioning: @The Irish Tree(Fio)

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Fio would follow after Ting, definitely of the opinion that the Aron knew his way around town a lot better than she did. Even the street signs didn't exactly prove that helpful when you weren't exactly "literate", so she was glad she had Ting to guide. But thankfully, even if she couldn't read, Fio sure could count! And wow, those were some big numbers on the signs with the two circles around the line thingie that said "hey, its cheap!". It seemed Fio's fortune had come true and there was an abundance of food that needed to leave market TODAY.

Of course, even with the good fortune of some discounts, it wasn't like they could really splurge or anything. At best, probably four berries, which would most likely last the non-plant members of the team a day's journey, while Fio was fine with her existing bottle of water. Still, she wanted to make sure she wasn't recklessly spending, and would consult Ting first. "So...I think with our money pooled together, we can get you and Gale two Oran berries each...w-would that be enough?" the grass-type asked, hoping that her friends wouldn't be upset with too little food. She knew how she felt when she didn't get enough sunshine.

Fio also seemed a bit worried being in the market, looking over her shoulder on occasion, only to have a look of relief. ...Something might be bothering her...probably something to do with her "stuffed in sacks" schtick that she'd said during her introduction.

[Assistant]
The barracks of Songstream Hall were pretty barebones in all honesty. Several Bunk Beds were set in rows, in varying sizes, with small bags and chests sat at the foot of each of them in a large rectangular room. Many were unclaimed, but it was easy to tell which bed belonged to whom. Whether it was the small decorations that sat on or around them, or the state of some of them, such as Squegg's unkempt blankets and crumbs of food littering his bed, or Rio's bed being surrounded by flowers and brightly colored dresses.

The barracks were empty, with the exception of one lone figure in the dim lights. It was none other than Pandora, who was busy polishing a crystal orb the size of her head to a perfect sheen. She sat near her bed on the floor, surrounded by several other strange objects. There was a deck of cards with strange pictures on them, a map of various constellations, a pair of bent copper rods, and other various fortune telling and divination paraphernalia stacked neatly on the chest by her bed.

Her being the only other Pokemon down there made it all too easy for Gale to find the Absol. One small issue still had to be overcome though; the matter of drawing Pandora's attention. She seemed preoccupied to put things mildly, as well as Gale not being the most assertive mousey creature around. A light tap probably wouldn't do; at best he'd be looked at funny, but at worst he could startle the woman. Well, she didn't look like the easily startled type, but if she WAS, then Gale had no intention of paying damages for the crystal ball he might or might not end up being the cause of breaking. In the first place, Gale would need to-

-focus, and remember why he came here rather than get lost in his musings. "Uhm, excuse me?" he'd try to reach out. "Are you Pandora, by any chance?"

The Absol flinched ever so slightly at the sound of Gale's voice and touch. She looked around, somewhat confused, before looking down at the little yellow and blue creature. She set down the cloth she was using on the chest next to her, amongst the various other tools that laid there before turning back towards Gale. "Yes, that's me, who are… " she cocked her head to the side, eyeing up the small creature in front of her, seemingly taking in every detail. "Ah, you're one of the new recruits. Gale, was it? Do you require my services? If you've lost something I might be able to help you find it. Or I may be able to illuminate what lies ahead." As if for emphasis she looked over and put her paw onto a nearby stack of cards.

Gale shot it a quick glance, then back at Pandora. "...Yeah. Gale. I've come here for…" he'd voice, his words petering out as Gale took a hard look at the reason he actually came down here for. Sure, he came to get his fortune told. And, truthfully, he'd appreciate any clues to his personal goals- to finding his sister. His first instinct was even to ask about it, just now. However… he couldn't do that, not now. Both Ting and Fio were preparing for the mission and Gale couldn't just be selfish when others were relying on him. Hurricane always did teach him to be a good brother to Breeze like that. "Actually, I'm going out on my first mission soon," he'd say, "and I'm not doing it alone. I'm going with two other recruits, Fio and Ting. I wanted to know our fortune for the road, if it's not too much to ask."

The Absol smiled gently at the seemingly shy boy's request. "Of course, of course. A little illumination for the road ahead. I'll tell you what I can. Now then…" Turning her head once more, Pandora's eyes began to glow a soft violet hue, as the cards she had her paw on began to slowly shuffle themselves, turning in various directions and rearranging their positions for but a brief moment, until the cards were once again still. "Just a little trick I picked up during my travels. Only works on light objects like cards, though."

In one swift motion, Pandora swiped the top card off of the deck and onto the floor, face down. "Let's see what fate has in store for you today." She flipped the card over. The card had a picture of a cart, pulled along by two Rapidash in full gallop, the cart containing a thin, featureless bipedal figure holding some sort of golden staff under a starry sky. Although to the young Minun, the picture was upside-down. "The Chariot, in the reverse position. The Chariot in its reversed position usually represents opposition, or roadblocks of some kind. Perhaps you will run into a 'bump in the road' as it were. Or perhaps…" the Absol's voice trailed off as she seemed to explore her thoughts momentarily. "You may encounter a problem you cannot face head on, and you may have to approach from a different angle." She looked up from the card to Gale. "If I were you, I'd be wary of trickery, and try not to focus too much on things out of your control. Focus on the how and why, as you may be focusing your efforts on the wrong problem." She picked up the card and slid it into a random spot in the deck sitting on the chest.

"I wouldn't be too worried, all things considered. If anything terrible were to happen to you, Kick would be on the hunt to bring you home safe personally. But otherwise, is there anything else I can help you with?"

Gale put his paw to his mouth. "Anything else…?" he repeated after her, pondering the offer over. The offer was tempting enough, but he felt like he shouldn't take too much of the Absol's time. "Well… maybe not now, no. I'd like it if I could come by again later, though. I might want my fortune told again for something else..."

Gale would've been lying if he said he hadn't got other things on his mind, but they could wait at least a little bit longer. He shouldn't hold up his team or his senior any longer. Further, he needed time to think about what that prediction meant. From the sounds of it, this first mission wasn't going to be nearly as routine or simple as Gale had hoped. "Thank you for your time," he said with a quick bow of respect, turning to rejoin his teammates.

"Of course," The Absol mirrored Gale's bow. "Feel free to come back any time."


[System]
Age: 17

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Weapon:
Twin Daggers - Twin daggers, they respond to aura more easily than other material, allowing him to make his imbued strikes.

Dust imbued coat - The coat creates an after-image of him whenever he uses his Semblance. It looks really cool, and can be disorientating to fight, and makes it harder to keep track of him.

Lightning Pins - Throwing knives with a unique design to attract electricity. Using these knives he can set up his Lightning Rod skill's directions, giving him more versatility of approach. They can be used as ranged weapons as well, although they are weak in that regard. Due to their small size, he can carry a large amount of them, and throw a large amount of them with relative ease, and can dash to each one mid-flight, allowing him to really mix things up.

Specialty: Fast, i
ncredibly fast, coupled with his lightning-speed semblance, Jack Orpheus is nigh impossible to hurt or catch. His speciality is in distraction work, anti-personnel and duels. His incredible speed allows him to force opponents on their toes, and eventually pressure them until even a split second opening is created, which he will exploit, or against larger opponents, he can reach harder-to-strike areas much more quickly than others. It is reported he is fast enough to assault one opponent from more than 5 directions (thanks to his Lightning Rod skill he created). Obviously, even a little bit of damage on him will hamper his mobility, so even a minor strike on him can be a big thing.

Semblance:
 Midnight Lightning - Only called so because of it's black and navy blue appearance, it appears to eat the light around it, creating an ethereal or unnatural appearance. This semblance allows Jack to zip in straight lines at lightning speed, and usually without pause. As he passes opponents with it, he is able to slash at opponents, and can even imbue his blades with his Semblance in order to make his strikes sharper and deadlier. He has a special technique with his Semblance called "Lightning Rod", allowing him to do multi-directional dashes as long as he hits a reference point, such as a tree, poles, etc. Against larger opponents, he can even use their limbs, allowing him to deal extra damage as well as maintain mobility.

Midnight Railgun - By zipping around with his semblance, he builds up his aura and eventually glows slightly. The brighter he glows, the stronger the attack. Railgun is executed as a long range rushing attack in a straight line, and it's maximum range is a sniper rifle's. He can charge it manually like a power-up stance, allowing him to prepare an entry, or charge it in the midst of battle by using his semblance.

The move has an insane amount of power, and when used he becomes essentially a living light-speed bullet when fully charged, but can still be used at low charges, but that would mean he would have to charge it up again once used.

Full charge is shown by a change in hair and eyes, as well as his aura becoming very visible around him.

Personality: An incredibly fast mind equipped with wit and mouth that talks fast enough to keep up with it. He is often seen as an idiot due to how he is usually unable to read atmosphere, possibly because he sets his own pace, which turns out to be faster than many can keep up with. He can be seen as tactless, but he is not without merit. He doesn't seem to mind the little things, and he is able to work together and cooperate, on the other hand, others may find him disagreeable. He handles himself and others in a largely informal way, so he also comes off as rather rude.

Appearance: I'm gonna draw a new one. You're gonna have to wait till next week though due to assignments.

Color: Midnight Blue

Emblem: Twin lightning bolts in a V shape.

[User]
Ivan Oakley - PE

"Wounded animals are known to bite those who hurt them, Sapphy." Ivan snapped back, before nearly falling when she shoved him and took off. He grimaced, but followed even more cautiously to make sure that she wasn't going to fall over again. He slowly jogged as he came into the final stretch, keeping well away from the blue-haired girl and her rather moronic drive to constantly and completely shove way any and all help that he, in his superior morals and strength, could provide. If she was going to insist on being a horrible comrade-in-arms, then he'd have to make up the difference. Perhaps she was actually miss a few IQ points?

He stole a look at the woman, making a complicated expression as he considered the implications.

It would explain why she was acting so dumb. That meant that she wasn't being rude as much as she just didn't know any better.

The gunslinger brightened up considerably, cheered immensely by his fabricated reasoning.

The return of Ivan's pleasant mood was only hastened by the mention of more exercise. Finally, he could both show off his exemplary training and release all that stress that had built up over the periods prior. He set off on the lap nearly immediately after the professor finished speaking, keeping his breath controlled as he set off along the track at record speed, making sure to fully exert himself for the final lap before he was to get into the more physically taxing exercises.

[Assistant]
Esther Vanhomrigh - 5th Period, Practice Class

Esther stood by on the sidelines, observing the student's performances in silent judgement. She had half a mind to make Mr. Fallson redo the course then and there, as his performance was cringe-worthy and nearly made her sick watching him bumble through her course. She would have to request to see his previous field performances. She had a hard time believing that he had passed the initiation test. But, she wouldn't contradict Professor Iderson's decision. A vein pulsed in her temple as he butchered her name. Clenching her white gloved fist, she held herself back from throat-punching him. At least he realized his mistakes halfway through and decided on just referring to her as 'ma'am'.

Her sharp ears catching Ms. Montgomery's muttered complaints, it took all her willpower not to grab the poor girl up and toss her into the treeline. Professor Iderson saw it fit for her to immediately retry the course, saving her from Esther's wrath. Temporarily, at least. Sighing, she adjusted the brim of her cover.

"Ms. Montgomery, I strongly suggest you hold your tongue and keep your complaints to yourself. Lest I give you something to truly bitch about. If you think we're being 'mean' to you, then you're in for a very rude awakening as you and your team begin to take on missions."

She strided over to where Ms. Montgomery sat and stood looming over her. Her expression darkened as an intimidating aura emanated from her. Looking down at the girl, her eyes shaded by the brim of her cover, she continued.

"Better to ready yourself to face the world's cruelty here at Beacon and steel yourself, before you witness the true horror of the Grimm. Do you think we're being 'mean' here? You have no idea if you haven't yet laid eyes on the atrocities of those black demons."

Her white-gloved hand suddenly reached out and grabbed Priscilla's shoulder roughly, jerking her upright and onto her feet. With a single shove, she forced Priscilla towards the direction of the line in front of the obstacle course.

"Get to the back of the line. Once everyone else has run through at least once, you are going again. This time, perform a little better unless you'd enjoy doing this ten or more times."

Folding her arms behind her back, she turned and returned to her original spot. Eyes observing Mr. Fallson.

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Kuhaku Shiro - 5th Period, Practice Class

Watching the video and observing the other students run through the course, he tilted his head curiously. For some reason, his fellow comrades had trouble one way or another save for a few out of the majority. To him, the course was rather simple and straightforward enough. As his turn arrived, he removed his hooded cowl and laid it on the end of the beginning log to retrieve once he completed his runthrough. Doing a few quick stretches and warm ups, he lowered his body on all fours. Black stubby claws sticking out through his gloves, he waited for the signal to start.

Like a silvery, furry bullet, he took off. With relative ease and grace, Shiro blazed through the obstacles with little difficulty. As he got to the end of the course, climbing up the final rope and sliding down, he had barely broken a sweat. Sure, he was panting slightly, but he felt the course was little more than a warm-up for him. Walking quietly to the beginning of the course, he picked up his hooded cowl and affixed it back onto his body. Looking at the other students, he wondered if it was because they were human and he wasn't that he had a breeze of a time. To be honest, not many of them seemed to be very physically capable.

Eying the newcomer Dog Faunus girl with a little discomfort, he padded over to Professor Iderson and waited to hear his time with a bright smile. Tail wagging back and forth excitedly. To be honest, the course was rather fun. He wouldn't be too opposed to running it a few more times. He needed to stay physically active anyways to burn off his massive stores of energy. Otherwise, his team wouldn't see the end of it if he hadn't tuckered himself out by the end of the day.

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Robert Fallson - Practice

Having heard his time, Robert collapsed to the ground dramatically, landing on his back, and letting out a quiet "Nooooooo." When he was done exaggerating his contempt for going a second time on the obstacle course, Robert stood back up, brushed the dirt off, and got back in line for his hopefully more successful second attempt.

Eventually, Robert was back at the front of the line. His previous aches and pains were, for the most part, ignorable as the waiting had allowed much of the pain to subside. He positioned himself so that he could get a faster burst of speed when the signal to start was given. As soon as it was, Robert burst forward, almost jumping completely over the first obstacle. He reached the pull-up bar and, amazingly, pulled himself over it on his first try, albeit taking longer to do it then most of the other students.

Robert continued with little trouble until he stood at the top of the balance beam. As soon as he got there he stopped in his tracks, hesitating for about a second before continuing slowly across. As Robert jumped down at the end, he shouted, "Whoop!" and raised his arms in the air. He would have made a comment about his luck seemingly taking a much better turn, but he feared jinxing it. The rest of the course was completed with little difficulty, when compared to Robert's previous attempt that is, and he jumped into the air after crossing the finish line. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Ye-" he stopped his cheers to look down at the ground, expecting to see an unavoidable banana peel or something for him to slip on. This attempt had gone way to smoothly compared to how his luck usually was, and he was expecting any moment for something bad to happen. He slowly made his way to Ms. Iderson and Ms. Vanhomrigh, paying attention to his surroundings in case his usual luck returned to him.

His nervousness and uneasiness completely obvious to anyone looking at him, he looked up to the professors. "H-how'd I do?" After asking, he quickly looked behind him again expecting to see some object to be flying at his face or something. Why was nothing bad happening? Something bad always happens. The fact that nothing bad was happening was worse then something bad actually happening.

[Assistant]
Victor – P.E.

Victor maintained his pace at the back of the pack for the whole 2 miles. He could have done it faster but he would have probably caused a massive crash of some sort, besides forcibly jogging slower wasn't always bad for him. Arriving back Victor payed close attention to Professor Kore and his evaluations.
Hearing he could have a short break to get a drink, Victor waited in anticipation. When Victor heard that after the break it would involve push ups he started chuckling, trying to suppress it at first, then slowly it got out of hand until he was short of breath and almost falling over.
Push ups! Of all the things! Oh god this is too funny! Robotic prosthesis certainly have their advantages...

Regaining control over himself Victor took a deep breath and sighed. Walking a short distance away he grabbed himself a drink. Once refreshed Victor made his way back and began doing the required sit-ups. Once done, Victor stood up and stretched a little before raising his right – robotic – arm and asked
"Sir? About the push ups? What should I do in my case? I only just got this thing back on so I'm a bit more inclined to keep it there… and my arm isn't just for decoration, sir." Victor figured he knew what the Professor would say, but Victor didn't like to assume.

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Priscilla Montgomery. Practice

"Come on, Priscilla... you can do it. Robert has to be watching, you need to do this for him."

Crap. She had to go something about this, she was not going to quit on herself and especially not on her professor. As Priscilla was on the ground, she noticed Rowan telling her to re-do the obstacles again. That made Priscilla want to cry but she simply nodded her head slowly and got up her feet.

Priscilla walked to the start and ran to the obstacle, first jumping the log. That was a success, now the hard part, she reached her hand up grabbing the bar and lifting herself up trying to now show off anything under her battle skirt, it was also successful. Priscilla took a deep breath, already tired as she tied her hair up into a bun, just to make herself more balanced.

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A few minutes later, Priscilla has finally done the obstacle as she rolled on the ground, stopping and looking up at the sky/ceiling.[if they were inside or outside.] She was breathing really heavily but atlas ! She was done. And accomplished. Now she was all dirtied up! Pout pout.

[Assistant]
Jack Orpheus | Survival

Wood, for campfire... Well, it was a good thing he decided to take Survival, because he was a city kid, he knew almost nothing about surviving in the woods. He decided not to do Practice, or Combat, because he got plenty of that already, the city terrain is possibly one of the most hazardous natural environments to run through after all. Though he has made a 'fire' before... He wasn't really well off in the city, so he can apply some of the knowledge he gained there. Usually people brought something thin and dry, so usually discarded newspapers were used to light a fire. So... Some dry bark? Was this place the kind to have dry back though? Or maybe dry leaves? Everything seemed to be teeming with life, so he suddenly felt like those weren't options. He heard someone mention small sticks too. That might work...? In any case, there were Grimm out there.

"Hmmmm... Should I get a partner? Or rely on speed? I don't think I can carry much if I rely on speed though...", he contemplated. If he had a partner, this would be quite simple.


[System]
Nicknames: Emerald Inquisitor

Age: 26

Gender: Female

Master of: Lancer of Black

Command Seal Location: Left Hand

Origin: Hunt

Appearance:

Personality: A young woman with a rather stale personality. Esmeralda here doesn't feel the need to show a multitude of her emotions to her allies or to her enemies. Mainly because both sides have the one thing she dislikes. Mages. She wondered why the Church would be working with some "professional" magi to get rid of other, allegedly rogue magi. She would see it as heresy for the most part... but since she's so obedient and a little bit of a suck-up. She would keep her mouth shut.

Of course, she won't promise whatever happens to them. They'd only be working temporarily after all and why care about someone who's going to die in this war right?

Esmeralda keeps to herself in this situation and only talks when it's necessary to talk.

Of course. She shares conversations with her Servant, with stories regarding Ireland's progression over the large gap between their years. She enjoys Lancer's company but has to keep him in line not to grope her every so often.

Biography: Esmeralda is an orphan taken in by a sizeable chapel in Dublin, Ireland. With no last name, the priest in charge decided to give her one under his: Reo Fola.

The young girl was fascinated by the Faith that the Church in this country followed and wished to learn more of it since she wasn't exactly friendly with the other children running about with deadbeats.

The priest warned her about such learning and thirteen year old Esmeralda responded with an enthusiastic smile. The old follower of th Faith saw a genuine willingness in her that he decided to teach her all he knows... and his involvement with the Holy Church.

She trained under the Faction of the Executors and was made a specific Mage Hunter by the age of twenty three.

When the Church showed its support to the Mages' Association by 2015. They sent one of their own to help out, and maybe more if the situation calls for it. Esmeralda never liked mages due to their lack of faith and their greed for knowledge but she had to endure it to stop a completely unstable magus faction.

Magecraft Section:

School of Magecraft: The Holy Sacraments

Skills/Spells List:
- Sacraments (Black Keys)

- Baptism Rite (Purification Incantations)

- Exorcism Rites and Incantations

Amount of Magecraft Mana: B

Other: She has a soft spot for cute animals such as puppies, hamsters, kittens, guinea pigs, etc.

Class Name: Lancer of Black

Nicknames: Attack Dog, Child of Light, Blue Spearman of the Wind

Alignment: Lawful Neutral

Servant of: Esmeralda Reo Fola

Weapon(s): A red spear with a few barbs near the sharp tip.

Wish: He does not have a current wish. Merely summoned using a catalyst.

Abilities:

Skills:
Battle Continuation - Rank A

Disengage - Rank C

Divinity - Rank B

Rune Magic - Rank B

Protection from Arrows - Rank B

Class Abilities:

Magic Resistance - Rank C

Base Parameters:
Strength: (筋力, Kinryoku?): B

Endurance: (耐久, Taikyū?): C

Agility: (敏捷, Binshō?): A

Magical Power: (魔力, Maryoku?): C

Good luck: (幸運, Kōun?): E

Noble Phantasm: (宝具, Hōgu?): B

Name: Gae Bolg

Quote: Barbed Spear That Pierces With Death

Rank: B

Type: Anti-Unit

Range: 2~4

Description: It is an attack focused on a single target, created by Lancer to suit his own style, that strikes a fatal blow that always pierces the opponent's heart and ruins their body from within with its thousand iron thorns. It literally freezes the mana in the air, and it can easily be perceived as a sure-kill technique by all those around simply from being charged with magical energy. Once Gáe Bolg's name has been called, the cursed spear reverses the nature of causality, the meaning of "cause and effect" in the order of things, to make it so the cause of the "lance being thrust" comes from the effect of the "opponent's heart being pierced" by it. It determines the opponent's fate simply through its use.

Name: Gae Bolg

Quote: Soaring Spear That Strikes With Death

Rank: B+

Type: Anti-Army

Range: 5~40

Description: the true use of Gáe Bolg, is the largest and most powerful attack delivered using the spear. It is the "attack that unleashes countless darts at the enemy" that is spoken of in legends. It is the attack that made him a hero which utilizes the full potential of the lance's curse, converting all of Lancer's magical energy into raw energy and releasing the accumulated power after the spear is hurled, detonating on impact with enough power to blow away a multitude of enemies.

Lancer prepares to use this ability by backing one hundred meters away from his opponent, taking a crouching position on all fours, and accelerating through an approach run by dashing fifty meters before taking to the skies. He arches his back as if drawing a bow and hurls it towards the ground with all his might. It distorts space to create a "tapestry of action" that splits into numerous spearheads that pours down over the enemy. It is said that it split into thirty in his legend, but it seems that the number has increased after Cú Chulainn became a Heroic Spirit.

True Name: Cú Chulainn

Appearance:

[User]
"An impressive achievement. Treat archer well his skills will be vital to support Saber, and the upcoming berserker. As well as taking care of the enemies who depend on close range combat. I am not sure which one you summoned but he looked capable enough." commented Orson whom stood stalwartly unimpressed by the summonings unlike Anderson. He had his arms crossed and simply stood his ground firmly. "The Faction Black welcomes you Archer." Orson said as he nodded at Archer. Monica smiled and nodded as well she didn't have much to say on the matter. She was still waiting for the others to do their summoning first so she could have her own. There were plenty of free circles but she didn't want to be distracted.

"AH HE'S A BIG GUY!" shouted assassin as she stared at the newly appeared knight in the room. She shivered, and hid behind Anderson who frowned at her, "Hey where's your backbone? I thought you were an assassin." commented Anderson as the Assassin turned pink in embarrassment. "I'm sorry where I'm from he reminds me of the Kensei! He's so big! I've not seen a warrior that huge in a long time! Saber's so petite in comparison." Assassin said pulling herself out from behind Anderson she walked timidly up to Rider, and bowed to him. "I'm sorry I meant no offense I'm...just not use to seeing men like yourself. That armor is not a usual thing where I come from. I apologize for my cowardice." she said as she suddenly coughed roughly. Saber walked over to her and patted her on the back with a concerned look. "All is well you have made no errors Assassin. Are you alright? Did your body not form properly in the ritual?" asked Saber with a gentle voice as she tried to look confident for her new friend.

 "We are all Black Faction are we not? There's no need to be afraid we all answered the summons after all." Saber continued as Leon responded. "If what I'm reading from right her is correct her Endurance statistic is E...and I'm guessing she has a bad personal skill on top of that." Leon said as Anderson sighed, "Don't worry she may look frail but if she is one of the people I summoned she should be a ruthless killer when we need her to be." Anderson assured her as Assassin nodded firmly, "It may sound silly...but I actually have no real wish for the grail...I just want to fight this new battle of mine to the bitter end." admitted Assassin as Saber nodded. "I promise you we will live to see a new dawn Assassin. And Rider I am sorry I did not mean to ignore you. I am Saber it is a pleasure. You as well solemn Archer." Jeanne said kindly offering a hand to Rider with a cheerful smile.

[Assistant]
Haneul listened to best of his ability during the briefing. There were an assortment of words that didn't make sense to him, but he felt as if he got the gist of what was going on. When asked if he still wanted to aid them in their cause the boy relayed that he would think about it for a little bit. Maybe seeing what some of their servants looked like would be a good idea to gauge if they could really do this? And that's exactly what the group of mages did, with Haneul following in the far back. Everyone else seemed so confident about who they were going to summon and in their overall powers in general. It was pretty intimidating, but if his parents thought he could do it, then he might as well try right?

Haneul didn't really have a preference for which servant class he wanted, as they were all fairly wonderful to him, so he simply watched as the others began to summon their own servants. Saber, Archer, Rider, Assassin...the list of servants was quickly going down. It was clear that based on what everyone wanted earlier, that Haneul himself would probably go for the Berserker class. Everyone strayed away from the helpful, but extremely dangerous class, and felt as if it would be better for him to take the class since he didn't mind. The boy quietly recited his own chant to himself, being mindful of the extra stanza he had to say before making his way to one of the free summoning circles. He quickly pulled out a set consisting of a dull disintegrating hairpin and a chipped comb. Setting his bag outside of the summoning circle, Haneul began his chant, speaking in his native language to ensure that he wouldn't mess up.

Let silver and steel be the essence.
Let stone and the archduke of contracts be the foundation
Let black be the color I pay tribute to
Let rise a wall against the wind that shall fall
Let the four cardinal gates close.
Let the three-forked road from the crown reaching unto the Kingdom rotate.

I hereby declare.
Your body shall serve under me.
My fate shall be your sword.
Submit to the beckoning of the Holy Grail
If you will submit to this will and this reason…Then answer!

An oath shall be sworn here!
I shall attain all virtues of all of Heaven.
I shall have dominion over all evils of all of Hell!

Yet, thou serves with thine eyes clouded in chaos
Thou, bound in the cage of madness.
I am he who command these chaos

From the Seventh Heaven, attended to by three greet words of power,
Come forth from the ring of restraints,
Protector of the Holy Balance!

Haneul sighed quietly before lowering his head. As he had expected to get some giant beast of a being who couldn't speak nor act at least somewhat humanly, Haneul could say that he was surprised to look back up and see a girl dressed in what looked like cyber goth style, with horns, fangs, pointed ears, and even a tail. She looked almost nothing like what he expected. The pink haired girl looked around for a moment with furrowed brows before her steel blue gaze landed on the boy in front of her.
"No way...are you my master?" She questioned, her sharp pink finger already beginning to prod at Haneul's body. "But you're so weak and sick looking...how could you have enough magic to summon someone as great as me?!" She shrieked before quickly coming to a realization. "Aha! Nice joke! You don't even have any command seals on--" The Berserker cut herself off as she was now standing close enough to Haneul to see past his blinding bangs and stare at the all too familiar red symbols dotting his forehead.

Unsure of what to think now, Berserker dove for Haneul's hand and pulled back his sweater to reveal his wrist.
"Just a little bit of blood should do." She mumbled, much to Haneul's surprise.
"A-Ah, please don't do th-that..." He mumbled as he slowly tried to inch his hand away. Of course he would get stuck with the oddball...

[User]
Having created her own magic circle through chalk... much to her disdain... she kept herself in check, her hand dug deep into her satchel and took out a red fragment clad with bent barbs.

She gently placed it in the middle of the circle and took out what seemed to be a small notepad, squinting her eyes she would try to slip something out of her mouth but stopped herself at the last moment. She had thoughts about this, what if the whole thing didn't work because she was just a member of the Church and not a heretical magus? What if it did work and she would start straying from the Light? All these thoughts race around her head before everyone started the chant of their own... various catalysts found within the halls emitted some sort of energy she has never felt before.

She straightened up, reading from the notepad and catching up... slightly desynchronized with the others.

Let silver and steel be the essence.
Let stone and the archduke of contracts be the foundation
Let my great Master be the ancestor.
Let rise a wall against the wind that shall fall
Let the four cardinal gates close.
Let the three-forked road from the crown reaching unto the Kingdom rotate.

I hereby declare.
Your body shall serve under me.
My fate shall be your weapon that pierces through evil.
Submit to the beckoning of the Holy Grail
If you will submit to this will and this reason…Then answer!

Before long, her own magic circle started to emit the same kind of energy the others have, and a bright flash of light came to view... her Command Seals glowing just as bright. What remained was a tall figure, a red spear in hand and his bright red eyes staring down at Esmeralda.

The blue man bowed, his head held up high as he did so... an eye closed with a charming smile. "Am I to correct to assume,
that you're my Master?

She just stood there in disbelief, she just "created" a man... at least in her eyes.


[System]
"I'm all ears."

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Age
13
Gender
Male
Crest
Friendship
Crest/Digivice Color
Burnt Bronze
Appearance Details
Fairly tall with an olive skin tone and a preference for tighter shirts, which are usually a single, bold or bright color. His black hair is usually slicked back with two prominent forelocks. Diego tends to wear tight dark pants, although he occasionally mixes it up with somewhat loud accessories.
His frame is lithe and healthy, though he still carries a bit of baby fat. His eyes are a warm amber color, and his general face shape is one that is sharp, but offers a welcoming expression.
Personality
Anyone you ask will say Diego's a friendly guy. He has an energetic air which mixes well with his party going tendencies. Those who know him know that he's always there to lend an ear to anyone who asks it.
However, not many are able to say much more. In fact, Diego does not really open up to anyone about his personal issues. Be it medical issues, financial strain, or family problems, his lips are buttoned tighter than a tin can, despite remaining open to the issues of others.
In his mind, Diego does this because he doesn't want to despoil his typical demeanor in the eyes of everyone else- to see him being down or serious would bring down the mood when they want to have fun.
Diego's usually high energy levels make him appear to be a bit flamboyant. This may be the case, but it's simply his natural demeanor, and not something he puts on. Overall, he prioritizes others over himself and is one who enjoys a good time.
History Synopsis
Diego grew up on a small farm, raised by his mother and grandfather. When he first went to school, the change from his small family group and a few animals to a whole class was stimulating. He quickly flourished in this new environment, with his family as strong supporters.
His grandfather, however, was an old fashioned man. The kind of person who kept his problems inside, and kept his family supported no matter what. This attitude seemed to rub off on the young Diego, and he, whether he knew it or not, took that mentality into how he build friendships.
Lacking the presence of his father never seemed to bother Diego much, although it tended to come up quite a lot. As he entered middle school, he joined the school's soccer team. While his mother hoped it would help him learn that it's okay to rely on others, this wasn't the case. Nonetheless, he was well liked by his teammates.
Misc
Violently allergic to 'shellfish'.
Takes to water like a duck.
His favorite animal is the lowland gorilla.
Giraffes freak him out.

Name
Aztec
Digimon Type
Virus
Personality
The Digimon soon to be known as Aztec is an adventurous creature. However, it is haunted by a past life, and secretly seeks out the one who caused its deletion. He tends to overdo things, and doesn't seem to know the limits of his own strength. Although, some may think he is doing certain things on purpose, using his apparent lack of finesse to cover it up.
Digimon LineStage- Baby
Species: Dodomon
Attribute: Data
Technique-
 1: Little Iron Beads- Spits out metal spheres as a distraction.

Stage- In-Training
Species: Nyaromon
Attribute: Data
Technique-
 1: Fox Tail- Slaps with a fluffy tail, dealing minimal damage.

Stage- Rookie
Species: Guilmon X
Attribute: Virus
Technique-
 1: Pyro Sphere- Shoots a ball of flame from the mouth
 2: Fire Mitt- A rock cracking strike with a fire cloaked claw

Stage- Champion
Species: Cyclomon
Attribute: Virus
Technique-
 1: Hyper Heat- A heat ray blasted from the mouth
 2: Strength Arm- Stretches out the enlarged arm for devastating strikes

Stage- Ultimate
Species: Master Tyrannomon
Attribute: Vaccine
Technique-
 1: Master Fire- Breathes a flame that swaths the area in fire.
 2: Master Claw- A powerful claw strike
 3: Chou Kounetsu Touki- (Super-heated Fighting Spirit) Emits a wave of heat and embers from its body
 4: Seishin Chūnyū- Using an infusion of spirit energy, a single target is restored to normal

Stage- Mega
Species: Rust Tyrannomon
Attribute: Virus
Technique-
 1: Terror's Cluster- Fires an electromagnetic burst from its main canon
 2: Rust Breath- Breathes a crimson flame with hyper-oxidizing properties, spreading rust on metals.
Other:
Has a hard time telling humans apart.
Radio static is his favorite song.
Can't swim for beans.
Absolutely adores chicken tika masala curry, simply by reputation.

[User]
Ishaq

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Ishaq stood on the water's edge watching the other kids play in the water. He sighed. As one of the older kids, Ishaq 'felt responsible' for making sure everyone stayed safe. He had told the camp chaperones as much. He stood there in his swim trunks, his shirt removed so he wouldn't need to take anything off in case he needed to jump in and save someone. By God, he hated standing there without a shirt. He hated the fact that he was a little pudgy, he hated the feeling of being...exposed. He hated this camp. It was hard enough keeping up appearances for people he had to deal with on a regular basis, but now he was keeping up appearances for total strangers, people he would never see again once this camp was over.

He didn't hate the other kids, per se, and if anything, many of them probably liked him for the helpfulness and reliability he exuded. He looked over to Conrad, sitting by himself on dry land. This behavior irked Ishaq. As the responsible 'older child', Ishaq was expected to approach Conrad, ask him what was wrong and why he wasn't playing with the others. Was Conrad being bullied? Just having a bad day? Sick? "God I hate kids. What a pain," Ishaq thought to himself. Honestly, Ishaq just wanted to give the mopey kid some space, and was having a conundrum trying to figure out was was 'expected of him'. Fortunately, he was pulled out of his annoyed introspection by...bad weather? "Alright everyone!" Ishaq called out, parroting the adults, "Weather's looking a little strange. We should dry off and head back to the cabins."

Yet as they headed back, it became apparent that this was no storm. Ishaq had lagged behind to 'make sure everyone was accounted for', so he saw the light come down from the sky towards each of the kids, including himself. He wondered for a moment if they were being struck by meteors. Then he realized for a sickening moment that he didn't care for the safety of the others, and that he should. yet he didn't have to think about it, since it seems the streaks of light were harmless, instead depositing a device into his palm. he inspected it cynically, wondering if this was some sick prank from the camp leaders, but as he looked at the device, he felt...naked and raw. Then he felt the weightlessness as he was pulled upwards. Before the panic had fully set in, a disorienting light engulfed him.

Ishaq lay there in an unfamiliar space. For a fleeting moment, he wondered if he was alone; a liberating thought. But then he heard Conrad's scared question. Ishaq groaned and stood up, patting himself off, and 'remained calm'.

[Assistant]
Current Status: Relaxed

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The burning star's golden shine bathed the lucid lake in radiance, sharing its splendor with all that frolic happily underneath its reach. Peaceful summer mating melodies chirped by sparrows atop the American elm where Izzy Ivanowski shaded, combined with a dark hat that gave her cat ears and goggles that made her an exception to the rule. Unlike the birds seeking a profound partnership, she was undergoing an analysis under careful consideration. A mere split-second decision could drastically alter her reality and those that surrounded her. She leaned in while staring intensely at the rippling water as she sat like a pretzel with the tenting fingers tapping...nah, drowning around the other kids wouldn't prove to be a valuable use of her time. Immediately hopping up and crouched like a frog, then leaping forward with her elbows and knees sticking the landing as she lied on her stomach. Her feet swaying through the air gently as the breeze hitting the branches. Nature for her was an inquisitive focus on a pitch-black screen, a meaningless empty void until controlled by its user by pushing the power button. Izzy's eyes lit up like the laptop, soon reflecting on her reflected image viewing her long-messy hair as she casually brushed it back. Double clicking on her "Projects" folder in the top-right corner and opening the only file inside it, the program showered with binary in yellow text despite the lack of clouds on the horizon. Her fingers danced upon the keyboard, rocking her head to the satisfying rhythm of clicks. She considered it like a pianist playing in a concerto, treating every line of code like an array of notes needed to be perfected. Perhaps, unbeknownst to an outsider's likely perspective of spotting a hyperactive oddball whose self-isolated herself from socializing and instead choose to fiddle with technology, they'd never imagine this was her state of euphoria, probably because of her emotionless expression.

It was still unclear whether this an opportunity for adventure, or just a punishment for her purposely sporadic misbehavior. But her adoptive parents determined that since her younger sibling would be going camp, the sole soul she regularly conversed with, she too could use a little freedom and more importantly some similarly aged company. Persuaded by a soft tone compromise allowing her to bring the laptop her father bought her, a sticker pasted on the front cover displaying her full name, plus a few books from the mother's library that were quite advanced for her age. Though even with those commodities, her uncertainty lead to inner-anxiety being suddenly cast out like a fishing lure ready to attract piranhas to devour her whole. Learning to let herself relax within a week and be content for the remaining weeks she had left, trying not to think about missing her brother too much...

Izzy concentrated on the progress bar slowly inching closer to completion, noticing another boy's whistling and heading back to their cabins before looking up at the darkness looming over her. The calm before the storm caused her to sit up straight with legs slightly spread out, waiting — just — long — enough... Standing up to close and pack her laptop in her backpack resting by the tree. Hearing the others calling out, she rushed to catch up with the rest of them. Discovering today was no ordinary day as a blinding beam streaked across the sky and a strange device materialized in matter of moments in-between her cupped palms. She gawked at the gadget and blinked in thought.

"What's this? Some type of miniature remote digital apparatus?" Taking notice of the peculiar symbols that she stroked with her thumbs. "This doesn't appear to resemble any computer code that I've ever seen..." Her ears struck with the discordant screech of static coming from the laptop, she quickly pulled it out and opened it up seeing the screen began to warp. "Huh? A virus?" She held down the power and tried forcing a shutdown, but realized she was being encompassed in a golden glow. The ethereal caressing of her senses matched the heavenly aesthetic, including her ascension that felt like it was guiding her toward the vast colored spectrum above with the rest of the group. She held on tightly to that laptop as everything disappeared in a flash, followed by an abrupt transition that altered the entire landscape. A bewildering mystery that created clarity about one thing; this was definitely an adventure. Wondering if she was simply dreaming as every tenuous grasp at a rational explanation failed her mind. Her first thought softly escaping her lips...

"Asombroso..."

[User]
For some reason, Diego was awake earlier than usual that day. Maybe it had been the heat. Maybe it was the sound of the intermittent breeze. Whatever the reason, he dressed in his bunk, then sprang to his feet. The boy had an idea, and his amber eyes sparkled. He had a great idea.
 "Rise and shine boys and girls!" he called out with a lilt in his voice, just loud enough to wake everyone up, but not enough to escape the cabin, "I've got a great idea-"
 And with that, he somehow convinced everyone in his cabin to sneak out to the lake. Honestly, it was more than he had expected. Though, as they proceeded to sneak through the campground, Diego kept a silent head count. Mostly, this was to make sure no one was about to go turncoat on them, but a part of him wanted to make sure that everyone made it there in one piece. Boy, wouldn't that just ruin the morning if someone got hurt or anything.

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 Diego was floating on his back, eyes squinted to shield against the summer sun. Seeing the silhouettes of no less than three of his bunkmates on shore through the shadows of his eyelashes was a bit disappointing. Letting out a soft sigh, he turned to a more vertical position, treading water slightly as he reached up and waved.
 "Hey, Conrad!" he called out, "C'mon! What's the point of sneaking out to the lake if you don't, ya' know, use the lake?"
 There was, however, no time for a reply. It seemed the young boy was on a totally different track as he let out a loud whistle. Diego begrudgingly swam to shore, before drying himself off and getting re-dressed. He had been about to ask Conrad what was up, when he noticed that it almost looked like it was going to rain, but not quite. It didn't smell like it was going to rain, at least. Still, something weird was going on. That much was obvious. So maybe going back to the cabin wasn't such a bad idea? Especially if the camp counselors were coming to check on them.
 As the group crested a slight hill which looked over the campground, Diego caught something strange out of the corner of his eye. A cursory glance yielded a strange result. Snow? That was impossible. And yet- And yet a cluster of bright white flakes seemed to be drifting down above them. As they neared, however, they were obviously more bright, and larger than they had initially appeared. One such object seemed to flutter before Diego. Without a second thought, he reached up, snatching the light out of the air in a single hand.