[System]
BASIC
Goes By (Nicknames): None currently available.
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Race: Human

APPEARANCE

Face Claim (Actor/Actress They're Played By): TBA / I've yet to find an actor for this character.
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Blue
Skin Tone: Slightly pale.
Height: 6'2
Weight: 170lbs
Build: Lithe, somewhat muscular.
Weapons: Twin swords, multiple daggers and knives hidden on him.

Overall Appearance:

Dark features, Visible, jagged scar that runs down his right eye. Various scars are hidden underneath his clothing.

Ghent is often clad in black or dark grays.
Most of his clothes are made from black leather; his cloak has a hood and a mask to cover the lower half of his face if needed. He has various weaponry concealed; he often wears fingerless gloves, laced up bracers, and boots.

PERSONALITY

Likes: Gold.
Dislikes: Talking, poverty, people in general.
Strengths: Picking locks, leadership, agility.
Weaknesses: Stubbornness, Greed.
Fears: Loss, failure.

Overall Personality:

Stubborn | Calculating | Complicated | Quiet | Incredulous | Shrewd

Ghent's family was very often poor and lived in a lower part of a small, poverty-stricken town. His mother passed away shortly after giving birth to her second son, Garth. Ghent was ten years in age when she passed.

Ghent's father turned to drinking heavily and he came to blame his children for the loss of his wife. Fearing for Garth, Ghent took matters into his own hands; at the age of thirteen, he took his younger brother and left home, never once looking back.

Life on the road was not an easy one, but Ghent was determined to tough it out so that they would not have to return to their father. At first, Ghent began with petty theft; he stole what was needed in order to keep them alive, they took shelter where they could and lied whenever questioned. As the years went on, they moved up in the world. After years of practice, Ghent became a highly skilled thief. This was the start of a life he would live well past his teenage years.

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Ghent has an eerie calmness about him and his emotions are seldom ever shown. Because of this, he is very difficult to read -- almost impossibly so. Ghent handles matters in a diplomatic way and doesn't often resort to violence unless necessary. For the most part, he is quiet and reserved, therefore much of his past is unknown.

Deep down, Ghent does have a heart, though he does his best not to show it. He'd be the last to admit it, but he has a soft spot for those in need.

BACKGROUND

Date of Birth: ? Have to calculate that. ,_,
Place of Birth: Outskirts of Laketown. Not quite within the town, though close.

Family Relations:

- Garth (younger brother)
- Lydia (Mother; deceased)
- Vincent (Father)
- Kaiden (cousin)

[User]
The tension, and the anger, never left Fili's eyes, as he continued to glare at his uncle. Kili was (at the most part) innocent, and beloved by their kin, and for once, the blonde couldn't believe that his little brother would be so confused by the amount of hate they were both currently receiving. They were already looked down upon by both Man and Elf. Not Saeril, though; not in the very least. He was being held by Kili's pleading words, and the blonde can't allow himself to move forward, and create more conflict. For once, he listened to him.

He looked at his little brother, slightly relaxing, but still seething, just by seeing that mark. The eldest pulled himself from his grasp, but didn't advance towards Thorin. "She has no part in this", his words were reserved yet direct. "You will not speak of her with such venom", Fili slightly calmed himself, trying to be careful with his tone. "This isn't you, uncle. Mum wouldn't allow such behavior; think of her", he had to at least get this to him; to heal him.

[Assistant]
Kili could scarcely believe it when Thorin began to accuse Saeril again. This couldn't have been farther from the truth; she had only tried to warn them about the dragon sickness. Thorin's behavior was unlike him, and Kili began to wonder if the Arkenstone would fix the problem. Saeril had cautioned against this too, however. If Thorin did not have the Arkenstone, he would go mad searching for it. If he had the Arkenstone...would that quench his desire for power, or would he seek more of it?
Kili allowed his brother to pull away, relieved that he'd chosen not to fight. Fili was wording things better than he would have, he was always so sensible and levelheaded. The mention of their mother was a wise move; Thorin was snapped out of his rage long enough to see a bit of sense.

The king stared at Fili as he spoke, and for a moment, it was as if he did not recognize the blond before him. Slowly, the words sought their way into his rattled mind, and he looked towards Kili, shocked to see the bruise on his face. Dis would have been outraged. The thought of his sister was enough to silence him, a heavy pause lasting a short about of time.
"We must continue searching," Thorin's voice was weighed, heavy from loss of sleep, and possibly even guilt. This only lasted so long before he seemed angry again; he was completely unpredictable, and that was what made him so dangerous. "Tell me the truth, both of you. Does she know where the Arkenstone is?"

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The tension, once again, was there, but it became calmer than before. It was an awkward standoff right now, and Fili stood his ground against his now corrupted uncle now king. He was reluctant to answer him but the blonde found himself caught when he heard someone enter the room. Thank Mahal, that Dwalin managed of step upon the scene. Otherwise, Fili wouldn't know what else to do. "Thorin, the Man of Laketown; someone's approaching the gate. He rides here now", he reported, although felt some vibe of unsettlement. He glanced at the king's nephews, though noticed something faint on Kili's face, but didn't question it.

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Saeril laid in the bed that Kili willingly let her borrow, to at least get the rest that her conscience really needed. She couldn't stop thinking about her earlier episode, and truth be told, she couldn't stop the nightmare that continues to plague her, keeping her "awake". Rolling on her back to look at the ceiling, a sigh escaped the she-elf, and gracefully pulled herself up to sit on the side of the bed. A groan came, and with a struggle to stand up straight, she managed to unravel her wings, tuck them behind her, and get the door open.

[Assistant]
The question shocked Kili. Thorin was awaiting an answer, but the thought had never occurred to the youngest. If Saeril had the Arkenstone, would she have told him? He wanted to believe that she could confide in him, but he also knew that there was plenty he did not know about his godmother. She was still a mystery, even despite their bond.
"I..." Kili began to answer when Dwalin showed up, and he fell silent almost immediately, unwilling to discuss this in front of him.

Thorin turned towards Dwalin, annoyed by the interruption until he heard his reasoning for coming. "I will handle this," he mumbled darkly, already defensive when he thought about Bard coming. The wall of stone had been put there for a reason -- why had he come now? To address what had happened in Laketown? None of that could be helped now. Unless...he wanted the gold. Without so much as acknowledging his nephews, Thorin brushed past them, already planning what he would say to Bard. They had clashed in the past, and they would once again.

[User] With Thorin walking past them, Fili could finally release the breath that he found himself holding in. Finally looking back to his brother, the blonde turned his little brother's face so he could see the mark that their king left behind. Even if the brunette stubbornly attempted to hide it, Fili effortlessly made the mark be in full view. He sighed sadly, though felt a little angry at this unnatural act. "What made you have the right mind to even approach him?", without me present, he wanted to say, but couldn't be overprotective again. Not like this. "Tell me, what did you say to him?"

[Assistant]
Kili watched as Thorin left, his emotions at war. For many years, Kili had idolized Thorin; he was the only father figure he would ever truly have in his life. Right now, he wasn't sure how to feel towards him, and he wasn't sure who to believe anymore.
Saeril and Balin seemed to think that the Arkenstone would worsen his condition, but what if this was not so? What if the Arkenstone could solve all of their problems? Could she really know where it is?
The youngest was pulled from his thoughts when Fili looked his face over. "Fili," he huffed in protest as he looked away, stubborn and prideful as ever. "I didn't say anything," he responded briskly, hurt yet angered. "Nothing worth being banished for, at least..."

Turning away from his brother, Kili sighed in defeat, realizing that Fili deserved to know what had taken place. Thorin's condition concerned him too. "I told him that the Arkenstone has made him like this...and he accused Delva of turning me against him. But that's not true." Kili thought back to their godmother, troubled by the memory of her flying into the mirror, and the tears afterwards.
"Sometimes I wish we'd never come here, Fili. Things were better back home...everyone was happier."

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"But still, why did you approach him?!", Fili did not want to baby him again, but he wanted to know why Kili would recklessly approach their unstable uncle. He already fooled him with a ruse back in the treasure room, to let his little brother get away. But he didn't expect him to go back with open-minded words. Now, he wondered if they could involve Delva in this? However, the eldest already began to have second thoughts, as soon as he thought about it.

Now that Kili brought up Delva, the blonde became concerned almost immediately. "Did you find her, at least? Is she okay?", he asked, finally pulling away from his face.

[Assistant]
"Because," Kili grew frustrated, for he felt like a child right then. "He was rude to her, Fili! And...he's not the same, he's changed. I thought that, since we're kin, he would listen to me...but..." The words trailed off, and Kili shook his head, brushing the thoughts aside. This had been a complete failure.

"I found her...but she doesn't seem the same either. She's got a lot on her mind, Fili." Kili began to worry what their godmother might think about all of this. "She was very upset. She started crying...she can't know about this."

[User]
Expectedly, Fili wasn't surprised of his brother's true reason. No doubt he would speak upon Delva's behal, making their apparent bond become unbreakable. Well, to an extent, anyway. Thorin has upset their Delva, and Kili was quick to defend, albeit in a reckless fashion that could have ended badly. He wanted to agree with him and do the same, but with their uncle in this state, it was a lot harder than it seemingly looked. Honestly, Fili didn't know what they could do anymore. They were at Thorin's mercy, and under his tyrannical command...

The blonde sighed, almost in despair, and looked in sorrow at the brunette's mark. It was starting to bother him, and Kili was quick to point out that Saeril would notice, and potentially become enraged. The thought of his brother getting hit by an arrow, made their godmother become something they didn't expect. She made quick work on Bolg, and Fili didn't want to think about how she would behave around Thorin, if she found out. He didn't want to keep any secrets from her, but if they could do this for their godmother's sake, it could possibly work.

With that, the eldest reluctantly nodded, though he was looking at the ground, a little troubled. "Let's hope it fades soon", there wasn't really much they can do.

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Bard was riding horseback towards the mountain, just hoping that if he could reason with the Dwarven King, they may possibly avoid an all-out war between them and the Elves, who recently showed not too long ago, with supplies. He just only hoped that through negotiation, Thorin would come to the terms that he proclaimed before Smaug's attack.

Coming to a halt at the front gate, the barge-turned-bowman took notice of the king himself, as well as his two nephews and Dwalin. Fili, trying to act and forget what happened earlier, since the faint mark on his little brother's face continuously showed a harsh reminder of crossing the king. He would make sure to not let it happen again...

"All hail Thorin, son of Thrain!", the bowman declared, knowing his manners well. "I have come with a peace offering. Will you not speak with me?"

[Assistant]
"It will." Kili spoke with more confidence than he felt. Erebor hadn't solved their problems, it created them. "If Delva asks about it, tell her that I fell, alright? It's true. I did fall." Lying wasn't something Kili enjoyed, but for the sake of all involved, dodging around the truth was better than coming clean.

Face still throbbing from the contact of his uncle's mighty fist, Kili started to follow after his uncle and Dwalin, though he took care not to venture too close. Thorin was still upset with him, and he didn't fancy the idea of being struck twice. The fact that it happened once was difficult enough for him to comprehend, and the threat to have he and Delva banished made his stomach knot up. He doesn't care about us anymore,  the youngest decided, watching Thorin through saddened eyes. Only the Arkenstone. At the realization, Kili felt himself grow tempted to search for the elusive stone once and for all, desperate to win his uncle back. For now, he hung back with Fili, watching Bard from afar.

Thorin followed Dwalin, choosing to forget the episode with his youngest nephew. It was as if his sister's sons did not exist to him; no one did, really. Thorin could not afford to waste time arguing when they should have been searching.
As Bard made the announcement of his arrival, he growled lowly, already on the defensive. "What is it that you have come to discuss with me?" He viewed Bard with contempt, awaiting his explanation for such a visit.


[System]
I never lie because I don't fear anyone. You only lie when you' re afraid.

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Alias:
Venus

Age:
You are never supposed to ask a lady her age, but if you must know- 32.

Position
She once was the wife of Ulric Drogato, now she's a lackey of sorts for Corvi.

Speciality:
Like her previous husband, Ivy specializes in the hustle of vices. You want it, she's got it.

Personality:
Protective. Classy. Selfish. Independent. Loyal. Alcoholic.

History:
Growing up in the neighboring city, Ivy never once had dreams outside her quiet life. Her father humbly made a living as a door to door salesman, and her mother spent her time raising Ivy and her several siblings. It wasn't until Ivy was sixteen years old that she met the man she would at one time call her husband, her love. He was different than most boys, he had goals, ambitions, and plans. Despite her mother's warnings, the two would sneak away to their own hiding place and talk to one another until the sun went down and rose the next day. When he smiled, it gave her heart a reason to beat. When he spoke, her ears only had reason to listen to his voice. When he held her, she knew not what a life without him was.

If you couldn't guess, it wasn't long before the two were wed. Alas Ivy's husband did not see how life in their current town could give them a better chance. Sure, he was happy here with his bride, but he wanted more for them. He wanted more. Within months, the two were packed up and in Otropolis. Hand in hand, they looked upon their new home and wept. Dreams came true here, their life together started here. It wasn't long before Ivy was swept into the arms of an older gentleman wearing a fedora, "Ivy, this is my father." Ulric said in his soft tongue, "He left my mother many years ago to come to Otropolis searching for a better life, and he really has found it. Trust me my love, we have a real life here." Ivy's petite body was put down as she stared into the spitting image of her own husband. How could a man leave his wife for this dirty place? She wondered, concerned and puzzled all at one time. She didn't say much about the matter, just nodded and followed her husband's lead her slender hand once again wrapped tightly around his.

Years passed as the family name became larger, Ivy's first son; Jonas was born. She was obsessed with the small boy, giving him everything he could ask for, but also giving him a strict guidance as not to spoil him. It was clear he was his father's son, and as Jonas grew, the two would often be seen leaving early in the morning and never coming back. It was just a bond Ivy could never obtain; a relation between father and son. However, she knew he was in good hands, and didn't think much of it. It wasn't until 18 years later at the funeral of her only son that everything that they were doing to this city came into full swing. This time was very hard on them all, but it was the hardest on their marriage. Ulric was sad to see his wife go, but even more angry to eventually find out that she was now apart of the Corvi family. The two have been in contact since, but her loyalty has been changed ever since the incident.

Power:
Plant manipulation: Causes different feelings based on pollen exposure.

Theme Song:
CAZZETTE - She Wants Me Dead

Woke up this morning with a gun to my head
Brotha' should have told me she want me dead
Without a warning, not a clue, without a sound
In your house, out of bounds, but remember you can't hide

[User]
Valoran Dryder

Valoran listened. He visibly bristles at the thought of hos son being used against him. He made a note to have him start packing tonight and knew there would be an upset reply, but Vance would do it. Especially if Gramps said it would be best. He knew his father dealt with some shading things. And he grew up learning about the killer he used to be.

Taking the chair offered he studies the map. In his mind he notes all the safehouses and caches they have all around their sector. When the Cosa Nostra is mentioned, he audibly growls. Everyone here has heard about that horrible night. When Valoran lost the man he loved in an attempt to break him. To "Reap the Reaper" they'd said. He'd caused so much terror that they decided to attempt to remove him. They almost succeeded. Valoran searched for hours befre Corvi forced him to go see his infant son and sleep. When the body turned up a week later Valoran swore he would paint their sector with blood. But his bloodlust was culled, as he focused on pritecting the one thing he had left of his family, his son.

"I want that worm Alexi's head." His eyes burrowed into Corvi's." I want him to pay for what he did. In blood." Valoran's face was dark, a bit of the old fury at the world creeping in. He had a chance to finally strike back. And he would grab it by the proverbial balls. And crush them. "I wamt revenge, Corvi."

[Assistant]
Nadia Felmoth

 Nadia listened intently as Ivy spoke and watched as the pen glided across the map. Everything she said process in Nadia's head and her brain was working out the best ways to case the places mentioned. The bit about the stranger buying some businesses interested her, more specifically the man who bought them. She noted the fact that Ivy kept calling everything 'ours' a habit she was sure was not easy to break. Why this stuck in her mind she would never know but it was there. The switching supplier and warehouses would be the longest thing for her to case out, unless she got lucky. There was a long pause as she thought before she eventually spoke.

 "The club will likely be the easiest thing for me to keep an eye on, since I will likely be able to go in at any given time and get some bit of information here or there. It seems logical to start there, as any information about the movement of Drogato will likely be circulation through there, even if the man doesn't go there himself. It will also probably be the best place for me to figure out the time schedule and location of his supplier as well, without actually trying to find it myself that is." She paused, thinking again. She would need to stay in any given form for as long as possible to be able to get any good information, which meant travel would likely be slow. "I can only stay in any given animal from for about two hours, so I want to minimize the need to travel as much as possible." She was thinking out loud, but also making sure her limitations were understood. "The man that bought the businesses is something I myself am curious about but the importance of this is really up to you." She directed this to Corvi, though the entire time she spoke she was running her ideas and thought process through him for approval or improvement. If he told her to do it another way, or to prioritize something she would follow his order to the letter.

 "Is there anything you can tell me about Drogato's daily habits, it would make pinning him down a bit easier, hopefully. Also, the location of his home, or former home would be a huge help." This bit was directed toward Ivy, hoping she had any good information for her. Even old information was good, it gave her a place to start, or at the very least give her records or mail diversions to look for.

[User]
Bella Dona

Bella smirked as Corvi was reminded of her Taipan when he talked of cutting off the snake's head. She was glad that Cosa Nostra was getting targeted first, it will make her businesses easier to run.
"Don't forget I have eyes and ears not just in our nightclubs and casinos but in theirs too."  Bella had her own hand in the game when it came to the business of vices. Not as much as Ulric Drogato of course, but it was a benefit that helped out the family.

As Ivy talked and marked the map for various businesses and hideouts the Nostra owned, Bella was reminded of the cautious feeling she had towards Ivy. She used to be the wife of Ulric after all, and although her loyalties lies within the East Canaglia now, it didn't shake off the feeling of suspicion Bella had towards her. But if Corvi trusted her, Bella couldn't argue with his decisions. He's one of the main reasons why she escaped the clutches of The North Scharole Highrollers in the first place, so it only seemed right to place her faith in his decisions.

[Assistant]
Tyler DeGarrio

Silence. There was finally silence amongst all the loud music and cursing in the streets below, but now there was silence. A silence that came with a price. In the morning there would be news of death. The tenants of the street below that caused the ruckus would be found dead, stuffed in a dumpster with no signs as to who did such a criminal act. Tyler slept peacefully that night, knowing that the silence would only be temporary before cops and investigators showed up to question anyone within the vicinity of the crime, just to make sure no one within the apartment building had anything to do with it. His peace that night was all he needed, and when the morning came he awoke with a soft smile on his face. The morning rays filtered into his penthouse apartment and illuminated the bedroom. He groaned as he rolled over. Thankfully there was no one beside him. He had been on a sort of binge of men. Having a new guy every other night had become a thing as of late, but Tyler wanted peace and quiet. The Godfather had called a meeting and he needed his rest.

He would always remember his ex, the man who died for him, at least that is what he thought. Andre had given him so much and here he was being a complete whore, but he supposed it was his way of grieving. Standing from the bed, he moved to the bathroom to take his shower and complete his morning routine. It was a lot that went into what people saw when he walked out of his house. He was always well manicured though he didn't mind getting his hands dirty. Tyler looked himself over in the mirror before deciding what best to wear to the meeting. A long elegant coat beyond its time and tight fitting pants with an equally revealing shirt that showed just enough but hid what was important.

Tyler smirked looking at the mirror. His androgynous ways didn't go unnoticed in the Canaglia Gang. No one dared voice any type of displeasure, because it meant dealing with his wrath, and it was a powerful wrath indeed. There was a reason Tyler was the go to when it came to certain things within the gang, and he would not allow his reputation to slip not even an inch. A spell circle appeared before him as he stepped through it. At the same time a circle appeared in the office where the meeting was being held. Tyler walked in just as Michael was giving out orders to who would do what.

Yes, Tyler was late, but this wouldn't be the first time he was late. The spell circle dimmed and shut down behind Tyler as he took his rightful seat and listened to Michael finish giving out assignments. Fortunately he was paired with competent members of the gang. Kennison and McDowel. Those were his partners for this little mission. They had to check on things and make sure that a group of newbie loan sharks new who ran the city, the only obstacle was that Michael didn't want them to ice anyone.

"Where's the fun in that?" Tyler commented with a sly smirk as Michael finished giving orders. He stood to his feet and nodded indicating he understood his orders and looked to Kennison and McDowel. Kennison had already affirmed to The Godfather that he could count on them, and he was right, they would get the job done regardless. As they left the room, Harvey proceeded to talk causing Tyler to look over in his direction. "I suppose so," he said, "anyone need a way there? Spell circles are fun to travel through."

At that moment Kennison informed them that he had the location and that they should be on their way.

"Fabulous," Tyler responded as he clasped his hands together and spoke in the old tongue. As he separated his hand, a spell circle appeared on the palm of his right hand, and when he thrust it forward the spell circle appeared on the wall. "After you gentlemen," he stated wanting to get this mission done and over with so he could have a little fun.

@SilverDawn

[User]
Sera Angela Harrison -- The Songbird
There was an art to holding onto a man's arms while walking down a public street, one Sera had studied to mastership more than a decade ago. As a proper woman, she had to make sure not to step ahead of the man, to follow and not lead. Yet even in this scenario, where she was the guiding force, she used subtle little pulls and squeezes on his bicep to let him know the way they were supposed to go. This put her in the perfect position to feel the way his muscles grew tense, drawing her gaze down so she could see the way his fingers fisted at his side. The way his shoulders rose and fell when he forced a weighted breath. He wasn't very subtle.

She had heard a few of the stories about her newfound partner, at least the aftermath of his missions. Carnage was not exactly her type of thing, but to a certain extent it seemed to be his. She had only ever truly desired to spill blood once and after having done so she had no further urges beyond what might be assigned of her. For the right target, she could dispatch the threat with nothing but a few words, though that was not within her preference. She was here, ideally, to negotiate, to distract, to dazzle.

He had asked about her abilities? It was rather simple. "I tell people to do things, Mr. Ghirga and they listen. The weaker the mind or the more they are attracted to me, the easier it is to convince them to do the things I ask for. The situation varies drastically from one person to another, so I am never certain how effectively I can work, but I'll make do."

She studied him carefully from the corner of her eye, haughty but not challenging. "As long as you don't scare them too much or distract them."

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[Assistant]
Ivy listened carefully to Nadia speak. Woman to woman, Ivy admired Nadia, she was smart and always ten steps ahead of the game. She wished she had known the woman earlier as she would have made a great team partner. Then again, that is just exactly what they were now. She continued bobbing her head up and down as she listened to her speak, before asking her a direct question.

Her doe eyes widened "Habits?" Ivy pondered, thoughts pouring into her skull. "Ulric was eccentric but a simple man. He has breakfast at this diner with a cup of black coffee every Sunday after church." she tapped her slender finger on a spot on the map. "He visits our son's grave afterwards and places new flowers down." Ivy continued, not mentioning to where the graveyard or the site was. She wanted to keep that a sacred thing. No one was to be allowed there. She even regretted mentioning it in the first place. "As far as daily things, he usually just makes rounds at the businesses checking in. I stayed home most of the time, so I'm not quite sure." She pointed out another mark on the point, "The home we made." she tapped on this one a few times with her finger nail before pulling her hands into her lap.


[System]
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Race: Elf

Appearance: Javier stands at a small height of 5'5", or at least small by his race and gender's average height. Although this doesn't really bother him. He has white hair and has dull grey eyes, a result from some sort of abnormal genes from his parents but he couldn't be too sure. From his chin and downwards, he has a white tattoo that was placed on him when he was just a young boy. While he isn't "body-builder" muscular, he has visible muscles thanks to the constant training he had to undergo in the guild and before. In jobs, he would usually wear light armor, given that he is an assassin, [refer to the picture above]. He would often carry two long and slim daggers with him, hidden in his person. A black bow may be found in his hands at times, but not too often. When he's not on a job though, he would often be seen in a beige shirt, pants, combat boots and black gloves.

Backstory: Abandoned when he was just an infant, Javier never knew his parents. He was picked up by the leader of a mercenary guild after finding the poor boy abandoned in the streets. It was more of finding another member than out of pity though. That's why Javier grew up with close to no morals at all except for being loyal and being dedicated to something you want to do. By the time that he was five, he was already taught things he had to know to live, like reading, writing and talking. By the time he was six, though, he was already taught how to wield a knife. As he grew older, the training just got progressively harder. He was placed under the care of Ovir, an assassin, to teach him what needs to be done as an apprentice of the guild.

Training was harsh but Javier endured. By the time he was eleven, he had already killed over ten people and infiltrated over sixteen houses. He murders in cold-blood. He has also felt like the guild is his family. While they're not exactly the caring type, they're fun to be around. This was also the time he had gained his tattoo since he is now seen as a full fledged member of the guild and not an apprentice.

A year later, however, King Darion had caught them and put everyone on trial. However, upon seeing Javier, a young teen at that time, he felt pity. Being the good king he is, he released the young man. But not without something in exchange. He asked if Javier was willing to join the Hunters. Javier was initially reluctant to accept since he is already part of a guild but King Darion mentioned that they were on death row. He will not have a place to live in anymore. Javier was convinced soon after that and decided to swear loyalty to King Darion and the Hunters.

Ever since joining up with the Hunters, his views on how he could live his life had changed. They were a bunch who truly cared for the kingdom, apparently. Although it did nothing to change his views on a life. That was the sad and harsh reality. But most did not mind since he had become more easygoing and fun to be around. He has skills too so that was a bonus for them. When he turned twenty, he started to actively learn Dark Magic. Not necromancy or blood magic or any of those stuff. He wants to bend the shadows to his will. Currently, he is able to cloak himself with darkness so that he will have a higher chance of sneaking around.

Personality: Javier is a generally passive guy when it comes to insults and criticisms. He would often be seen just smiling or laughing it off. It's more like he just couldn't care less of what others think of him. Although he does welcome criticism, especially in his work, skills, abilities so that he can further improve himself. He's a pretty nice guy and helpful as well. He's a pretty chill guy, often seen relaxing when not on a job. While he is dedicated to his job as a Hunter, he does love his rest times too. He adores children in his off time and spends time playing with them, given that they don't mind playing with an elf.

Javier is a cold-blooded killer. He feels nothing when he slips a knife into someone else's body. He feels nothing when blood is sprayed all over the ground. He feels nothing when they don't move. That's the type of killer Javier has been molded to become, and he honestly doesn't mind it. Since he is dedicated to his work, it just gives him an advantage over a lot of people. He doesn't hesitate to end someone's life for the sake of his job. He doesn't even care if it's right or not. He also doesn't care too much if something close to him dies since he knows everyone will die eventually.

Weapon skill/choice: Daggers, Bow, Dark Magic (basic)
Weapon picture: [See picture above]
Notable ability: An expert in stealth, knows basic dark magic

"A job is a job. An order is an order. Do it or die." - Master Ovir
"People eventually die anyway, so why should I care if someone dies?" - Javier Illivis
"Loyalty and Devotion. No mercy and remorse." - Mercenary Guild saying.

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Well, it was a mind reading test so that makes more sense of the whole situation, the intellectual test seemed fairly easy, it was common knowledge. The room was full of new-bloods all trying to rack their brains around the questions. It did not take long for Nlossae to finish up the test, she did not waste her time on thinking to in depth on the questions. It did seem like an odd situation a bunch of fighters taking a test? Not to mention seeing some of their handwriting it was not going to end well for most. But now knowing that someone was reading their minds made much more sense than the paper test.

Well now everyone is headed outside for the physical test. This is probably one of the most exciting moments for Nlossae in a very long time. It was the perfect time to prove herself whether it be a test of agility, strength or skill, she was prepared for anything. Sure it required sparring, that may be a problem, she is not used to fighting nimble opponents it might be her Achilles heel. There were a lot of ways the test could go, and hopefully, the test would be something Nlossae could excel at.

The line was full of eager individuals all ready to prove themselves, each one carrying their weapon on hand prepared for the task. Each one seemed just as confident as the one next to them, confidence can be crippling in a fight. There was a conversation going on down the line but Nlossae was not interested in that right now, she was observing the training ground, trying to figure out the next test.

 That was about the time that Varioyn began to speak, it seemed a little disappointing that there was not going to be a very tough challenge, at least as of what Volric seemed to be saying. Then the beast was summoned, a Demorbear! Nlossae got very excited at that moment, she spent all of her life hunting and fighting beasts. It is hard to outsmart most opponents but when the opponent is a monstrous creature it is easy to stay calm and wait for your strike.

Nlossae nearly ran up to fight right away, thinking that it would be such an easy fight! Then the young man beat her to the punch. He walked up just as confident as she was, but all of the sudden he stepped on the trap. That was the moment that the challenge changed for Nlossae, it was no longer just a simple fight with the Demorbear, but none the less she was still confident in herself.

Varioyn invited the next person to give it a try and Nlossae was ready to step up.

 I'll go next!

She chooses to follow down the same path that the young man before her took. While walking she pulled out her long sword and grasped it in both hands pointing directly at the large beast. As she made her way down, Volric waved his hand once again and the bear awoke, just like prior. The Demorbear got up to its feet and let out its demonic roar, but Nlossae did not shake. As she got close to where the trap was that the boy stepped on, she stopped moving. It was clear that she had no idea what dangers lurked past this point, and it might be the best choice not to blindly run into the minefield of traps while fighting a large bear. So instead she took a defensive stance and lifted her sword above her head while keeping the tip aimed at the bear.

The bear kept walking towards her, it was a very monstrous creation. Sure, Nlossae has hunted her whole life, but this creature was a sight to be seen. She kept calm breathing in and out, just waiting for the time to strike. The Demorbear seemed to grow tired of waiting for his opponent to do something, he scratched his dangerous claw into the dirt and began to charge. As the bear began to lunge at Nlossae she too jumped towards the beast. It was a very long beginning to a very short fight. As the beast opened its jaw to bite at the half-elf girl, she was able to shove her sword into his gaping maw. It was a very quick death for the impatient beast.
Nlossae pulled her sword out of the Demorbear as it disappeared from where it once laid slain. She looks up at Varioyn with a very large grin on her once serious face. Her personality and figure now had completely shifted, she seemed to be acting almost childlike, and very proud of what she had accomplished. After it seemed like her challenge was over she slowly exited the area and headed back to the group waiting in the line.

[Assistant]
(Meshiro shoved his way to the front using his staff to bonk those in his way while using his free hand's index finger to pick his nose & then scratch his rumpus/ He'd then start thinking in his head the following.)

Let's see here... A demorbear. To be able to summon one is pretty impressive, signori. Distant from the hell hounds, and much more powerful, I learned all of this back in Penrith.

(Meshiro looked onward as the first young man was dispatched with haste, giggling gently as his devious and sadistic nature allowed him to. Such a demonic atrocity could surely lay waste to this entire rowdy bunch of people, and its battlecry was a deafening one which nearly melted his ear drums into a paste as soft as charlotte custard. What powerful taming strength.)

"Teehaha, what a fool!"

(Tsuekami continued to watch as the beast was then slain by a nimble half-blood like his self, noting the steps he should take to kill the Demorbear in his mind.)

She avoided the traps by not advancing ya ya... however I will be much moar evasive, and upfront. A demorbear could most definitely absorb flames so I'll brittle his flesh and decimate it with an intense spell of mine. Yes... I'll impress all of these primitive infid-

(Meshiro was suddenly knocked to the side by a random breeze, and hit the mud; face-first. The youngling lifted his head and cast a ray of water from his staff which sluiced his face of dirt.)

"ok."

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Javier watched as everyone poured into the training yard. He had succeeded in this part of the test considering his nimbleness and keen eyesight. Besides, he was a mercenary. Trained to kill. Trained to succeed. There was always this misconception that mercenaries were just bloodthirsty savages who charge in without a plan. They were not like that. They plan each step carefully, keep their senses open and completely destroy the opponent in a short time. Or well, that was his job at least, being an assassin and all. One failed shot can change everything. And that's why he was able to simply snipe his opponent before it could even attack. One should know their opponent's weak points, and aim for that first.

As Varioyn and Volric took the center stage, Javier shifted his attention to them. Right, there they go. A demorbear this time hm? Interesting. He swore the previous times they were tested, it was something harder. Then again, this was an open invitation to every fighter out there and not a recommendation. As Volric did say earlier, he might've underestimated them considering that some might not have been well-trained individuals who spent almost their entire life fighting.

A man confidently stepped up, brandishing his sword at the beast. The demorbear woke up and let out a bone-chilling roar only it can make. Javier quickly scanned the surroundings. There were some who were shaken, but some stood firm, almost too eagerly awaiting their turn to dance with the demon. He felt like those who were shaken wouldn't get in. Not with that kind of attitude. He looked back at the battle. Javier already picked out the traps that were littered around the battlefield. It had been part of his training as a hunter to be honest. The man, however, did not see it and stepped into one of the traps, locking him in place. And so, he was defeated by the bear.

Javier shook his head. Overconfidence won't take you too far in life. Hearing the footsteps, he looked down to see Kaylein. Ah yes, she was the one who trained him with the traps. It was a nice trade-off. He only had to be her partner for the amount of time that he will train. Of course, he had expected that she would be the one in training. How nice. "Hello there Kaylein." He greeted with a nod. While he is a friendly guy, he doesn't really start conversations. There are very few he would actively talk to, Kaylein being one of them. Perhaps it was because of the long time he had been stuck with her. Not that he minded.

Before the female could respond, however, someone else had volunteered to take on the demorbear. She was an elf. No, half-elf. He eagerly watched her fight, partly because she was a new blood and the other because she was an elf. She had not advanced towards the demorbear. Wise choice. The field was filled with rune traps so it was best to stay put. But she did not pull out a bow, but kept her stance with her longsword. Interesting. In an unfamiliar setting, it would be best to put a defensive stance. The demorbear started charging at the half-elf and was quickly decapitated with one strike.

The white haired elf smiled as he saw this. Quite an impressive show after the humiliating defeat by the earlier boy. The others were getting ideas from the half-elf's performance. This wasn't really ideal, considering that they may just use her method again and again so they can win. However, he was sure Volric would at least change the demorbear's attack patterns ever so slightly to accommodate for this. He was, however, curious if they could pull something off without any inspiration from the half-elf's display.


[System]
Age: 15

Gender: Female

Appearance:
Maria uses a wheelchair to feign the appearance of a paraplegic. She uses her magic to move the wheelchair around.

Personality: Maria casts an outward appearance of a cheery, kind girl, always smiling while talking in a bubbly voice. However, beneath this social mask lies a mind broken by years of abuse into a dark and ruthless girl, her empathy withered away and her trust in other people hard to come by, devolving into paranoia when she is stressed. She has a fear of inferiority, and combats this by being driven by her lust for power, her ambition being her escape from the creeping despair that silently clutches her heart.
While she keeps a sociable appearance about herself, in truth she doesn't have a lot of friends, and keeps her relationships with other people strictly as business.
However, she has started to grow fond of her maid Fantine, and won't tolerate any cases of her mistreatment.

Bio: Maria was thrown into an orphanage before she could even remember the faces of her parents, who died shortly after her birth. She was brutally beaten and abused at a regular pace by the personnel there. However, before she was driven to an abyss of despair, she met a boy by the name of Klaus there, who promised to protect her and get them out of the orphanage. In time, she developed feelings for the boy.
One night they attempted an escape, but were about to be caught when Maria met an Incubator. Seeing that Klaus was caught, she made her wish and the two of them escaped successfully.
Later, Klaus was caught by an anti-MG mob and tortured to death due to his connections to Magical Girls after following Maria. Maria found out about this, and became determined to rule the world and take revenge on the people who took Klaus away from him, by any means possible.
Over the following years, Maria managed to worm her way to the position of a lieutenant in the Aurora City Authority through her persuasion skills, guile and political maneuvers, even resorting to underhanded tactics such as backstabbing and using torture to squeeze valuable secrets out of any hapless victim she managed to capture alive. Of course, she doesn't plan on stopping there, either...

Her domain includes the territory of a magical girl named Eponine, who has requested her home to be placed under Maria's, and by extension, Aurora's protection and rule and that her sister is given a place of refuge in Maria's HQ. In return, Maria demanded Eponine to swear fealty to her, and that Fantine will serve as her personal maid.

Allegiance: Aurora City Authority

Theme: A Stranger I Remain

Skills: Maria could be said to have a silver tongue, for she is very convincing and manipulative with her words, sprouting seeds of doubt and despair in any heart she can pierce with her angelic voice. She also has a profound knowledge of politics and tactics, and specializes in psychological warfare.

Weapons: Maria keeps a small dagger under her dress as a paranoid measure, though due to her status as a Magical Girl, rarely uses it.

Other: Maria loves sweet things such as cakes and cookies, and spends a lot of her free time snacking on them.

Magical Girl Appearance:
Maria keeps her eye-design and creepy demeanour while as a Magical Girl. Her costume also has more shades of dark-green and black.

Wish: "I wish to move Klaus away from his fate."

Weapons: A scythe with an intricate, flowery design going from the hilt all the way to the blade's end. Can be manipulated to change the position of the blade, making for a surprisingly adaptive weapon despite its unwieldiness.

Powers: Telekinesis. Maria may use her magic to control the movement of any object or person in her line of sight, including herself. For example, she can fly through the air, throw and draw distant targets and even freeze people in place. However, she needs to have one of her hands unoccupied and spread open for her to cast the magic from her palm and her fingers for multitasking and subtle movements, making her unable to use this power if her hands are unusable or occupied. Breaking her focus also results in the spell's canceling.
She may also perform a Force Choke-like spell on normal humans which Magical Girls are immune to.

[User]
Before Alice was about set off somewhere, she heard a 'bang' sound nearby. She froze for a moment before checking what the heck it was and where it came from. Alice need not walk far since she saw a large group of girls not long after. Alice quickly hid herself.

"Looks like some of the Authority's dogs? Wonder if they are friendly?"
Alice chuckled to herself. She decided to read their minds however she only managed to get a vague reading. For some reason, its hard for her to read minds of the magical.
"Well, at least I know they are magical girls."
It was then there was the ringing of a mobile phone. It was coming from the blonde leading them.
Alice tries to get closer quietly to hear the girl talking on the phone. After successfully doing so, its to eavesdrop so as to find out what the Authority were doing here.

[Assistant]
Violetta turned the corner, nodding at the unfamilliar girl going about her business, and perked up when she heard her cell phone ringing. She reached into a pocket without breaking her stride, but it took her three guesses and an awkward moment of self-fondling before she found the phone and flipped it open. She thought it was one of her squad of magical minions still stationed somewhere secret. She was wrong.

"Violetta?"
"Speaking."
"Yes, this is Maria."
"I'm not gonna ask how you got this number, boss, but imagine I have."
"I've been informed that there's been sightings of illegal magical research at the industrial sector."
"And this is my problem...How?"
"Conduct an investigation and apprehend the people behind this activity."
"Is this one of those need-to-know things?"
"Once you're done report back to me."
"Fiiine."
Click.

She seemed chirpier then usual, Violetta noted as she dialed another number into her phone. Like someone was listening in on their call, and she had to put on the Charles Xavier poor-pitiful-me impression for just slightly too long. Mmm, Charles Xavier. He was gonna be played by Patrick Stewart before he'd died in one of the first magical girl uprisings in america. Hollywood had been one of the first places to fall. Despite herself, she kinda wished she could've seen that film.

Somebody was behind her. She didn't even need to turn round, she could see her in the black reflection on her phone. It was the magical girl from earlier, making some half-assed attempt to sneak behind her. Violetta wasn't going to ruin her fun. She kept marching on, glancing in rear view mirrors and lamp post reflections, constantly keeping her in sight as she cued up another number.

"Valkyrie squad? This is Violetta, i'm at the corner of straße Zauber and Doppelzwei, in the industrial district, and we've been called out for some recon work. Vi out."

[User]
"Roger," the driver answered as the two of them entered inside the jeep, followed by the vehicle speeding off towards Maria's headquarters.

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It didn't take long for a fortress-like object to come into view as the jeep slowed down and stopped before the gates, which were ornate and flowery in design. Once Eponine stepped out of the jeep the guards immediately opened the gates and saluted, not thinking twice about the girl following her as they passed through the gates and into the mansion that the walls surrounded.

Maria put down the phone and sighed; she knew that Violetta was part of the law enforcement division, and thus her command could be belayed by the head of the law enforcement department, Alexandra. Other than that, she was one of the few people outside her domain she could trust with discreet matters. She remembered an incident where a cluster of Shadow Compact sympathizers were found and their hideout was burned to the ground along with the rest of them; Violetta was the one who carried out that task with her flamethrower. The sounds of screaming and the stench of burning flesh that day was something she remembers fondly.

As she finished reminiscing, she realized that Kyubey, whom she was trying to pet, was gone. She didn't give much thought to the creature's disappearance, it was expected after all, before she heard the sounds of the front door opening and a pair of feet stepping inside, causing Maria to almost jump out of her wheelchair in excitement.

"Fantine! Get the dining hall ready for our guests!" She shouted, and immediately headed over to the foyer to greet the two.

The moment she laid her eyes on the rogue, Maria started to smile in a fiendish way, before it turned into the cutesy smile she was accustomed to holding.

Aah, yes. This one is boisterous and arrogant; just the type I wished from my wild card. And if I'm not mistaken, she seems to be a friend to a certain group of "friends" too. Phase 1 is successful. Now, onto Phase 2.

Maria put on a sweet and compelling voice as she spoke. "Welcome to the Goethe Estate. I am Maria Goethe, the one who has invited you here." She turned around on her wheelchair and headed to the dining hall. "Please, have a seat. Feel free to partake of any delicacies you find on the table. If you would like some tea or soft drinks, just speak the word and I'll have it served, heehee."

[Assistant]
Fantine bustled around, setting up the dining table, placing small dishes, exquisite teacups, and dessert forks, as well as multi-tiered trays of sweets and pastries.

Eponine entered and upon noticing that Maria hadn't transformed, said, "Lady Maria, I would recommend that you be in your magical girl form for the time being."

"Eponine!" Fantine shouted as she threw herself at her sister in an exuberant hug. Eponine looked down, showing the faintest of smiles, putting one arm behind Fantine's shoulder and patting her head with the other, while strategically moving so that she placed herself between Fantine and Chloe. Then Fantine went back to Maria's side to wait for additional orders, so Eponine sat down very straight at the table, standing her hammer next to her seat, and keeping an eye on Chloe.

[User]
Chloe felt a shiver down her spine upon meeting her first member of Auroran 'nobility.' Is this what they're all like? These government types? Scary.

She wasn't very impressed with the furnishings or the building itself. It ended up being about what she was expecting. Lavish, rich. This girl had servants and underlings. This was a real life lady, with real power. Maria Goethe, she said her name was. Chloe wouldn't forget it, probably. She didn't mention a title in her introduction, which struck Chloe as odd. That either meant she was very casual and didn't care for it, or the more likely case: it was implied. Something like You don't need to know my position, except that I am far above you. Unlike Eponine, who had some nobility to her, but otherwise acted with humility, this girl was clearly putting on an act.

Chloe knew from moment one that she was never going to get along with either of these people.

She wanted to lash out right at that moment. If this girl was going to display her brand of power by asserting her control, Chloe desperately wanted to display her own brand of power, by destroying the things that gave the other girl power. To smash the architecture, kill some servants maybe. It didn't really matter what, but the impulse was fighting its way to the surface. Chloe had to almost literally choke it back. There were more important things for the moment. If she needed to resort to breaking stuff, then her grasp on the situation might as well be over right now.

"...Fine. It's not very lady-like, so forgive me, but if you have tea, you must have simple milk, right? I'll take you up on your offer. Skip the biscuits, just milk is fine." Chloe examined the large gauntlets granted to her by remaining in her transformed state, considering reverting back for the time being. But her emotions were running wild right now, so it was possible that she couldn't revert even if she wanted to. "...In a sturdy cup, if you could." Hands built for smashing were a poor fit for priceless tea sets.

Chloe couldn't help but notice a particular serving girl who was enthusiastic at Eponine's return. D'aww. Who would have thought the iron maiden could have such a close relation. A friend maybe? No, probably family. She made a mental note. If she was going to kill off some workers here, it might be prudent to avoid this particular one. It was an odd feeling, but she couldn't really shake it. If I break this girl, I will die.

After resolving everything in her mind, Chloe sat down at a seat across from the one Eponine had chosen. The other girl was keeping an eye on her, and for the moment, the intention was mutual. Despite that, her eyes were focused not on Eponine, but on Maria, who posed a totally unknown level of threat. She would be a magical girl, to be sure, but she hadn't transformed. Chloe knew not her weapon, nor her power.

"I'm not very good at these nobility games, if you couldn't tell, so you should probably just tell me straight out why you wanted to talk to me instead of trying to have me arrested."

[Assistant]
Maria giggled a bit. "Oh Eponine, she is our guest, not an enemy. I'm certain if we come into a conflict of any sort, which is ludicrous to even think of as a possibility, you will be there to protect us."

"Wonderful. Fantine, if you would." Maria looked over at her maid for a moment, before returning her attention back to the rogue.

This could have gone a lot less smoothly if she refused to speak. Thankfully that is not the case.

Straight-forward type, huh? This makes everything a lot simpler.

Maria acted surprised. "Arrested? Why would I have a maker of such beautiful art arrested? No, you have a vision that shouldn't be shackled by the ignorant. The truth is, you and I are not as different as you might think. You see, I too am an artist. My canvas is Aurora, my paintbrush it's people. But my vision is also bound, locked up tight and the key thrown away by the tyranny of Alexandra, the Queen of Aurora City."

Maria took a break from talking, and sipped on her tea before continuing.

"She does not care for the people under her heel, for she lives only to subjugate us, and to separate us. But unlike the other Nobles who are too afraid to stand up to her oppression, I have the will to see her fall from her tower along with her supporters. I only ask if you share that will with me, and join the fight to free Aurora from her claws."


[System]
Birthday:
August 23'rd, 2008

Appearance:

Online Alias:
Spectre

Online Join Date:
September 12'th, 2029

Online Appearance as a Mechnic:

Note: Image can be clicked for a link to higher resolution.

Level:
33

Class:
Main - Sabre Soldier
Sub - Rogue
*Has yet to decide whether he wants to have Technician or Rider for his third class at level 50

Personality In-Game:
Outwardly Friendly, Clever, Thoughtful, and Manipulative in order to get ahead

Personality Out-of-Game:
Serious, Careful, Reserved, Blunt, and Distrusting – often misinterpreted as being a bit of a jerk

Ambitions:
After high school, James followed in his father's footsteps, chasing a degree in Aerospace Engineering. Unlike his long-term girlfriend Sasha, he had no desire to leave London. Travel for him didn't go out it went up. He always wanted a pilot's license, but with schooling there was no time to get into school for it. Besides, Engineering fascinated him and maths was so natural for him that there was no question when it came time to pick. His postgraduate studies are being conducted at the Imperial College of London, but he only takes them part-time and in small loads. He's in no hurry to receive his Master's Degree because his father was able to get him a job at the same company where he works. Even still, experience weighs far more heavily than just a sum of classes and a slip of paper. James now works full-time for the company headquartered in London, taking most of his classes at-distance and as 'independent study.' Apart from this, he spends most of his time in the world of Endless Realms, occupying himself recreationally with the relatively new world of VR. He found his own flat in Canterbury after graduation for a fair price, considering he gets paid more than the average bachelor's graduate.

[User]
Sure it took them a bit of effort to get to the new location but Sasha had hoped that it had been worth it.

She leaned against James when he moved his arm around her. "Yeah I know but it was the only way and I mean who else would go to all that trouble to get here?" In her mind it was a great security system. When he then asked why they came all the way out to such a place, her smile faded, rather crestfallen that he didn't understand. Sasha wasn't too cold but being close to him made her happy either way. "..." She wasn't sure how to respond. She didn't want to seem like she was complaining or anything but she also wondered if he was happy with how things were between them. In her mind, things were fine, the polish was coming off already and balancing school along the club activies and social events and personal time together was hard. Surely he sensed that much. "I just thought it would be fun to do something different, you know, explore something together instead of hanging out at school or the cafe or any other of the typical places."

While neither of them knew how relationships were supposed to go, Sasha had a feeling that they couldn't fall into a rut. For starters, it probably meant something bad. And with their lack of experience it was better to be proactive in regards to making sure both people were happy. She wanted to make sure that James was happy and that she was as well. Valentines Day could be an opportunity to get closer though she wasn't sure what that would exactly entail. "I thought it would be fun to have a change of peace but if it's not something you're into, we can go." There was no point in sticking around if he wasn't comfortable or enjoying the view. But so far there wasn't anything to complain about. The smell couldn't reach them anymore and the sounds of the city were faint, like they tickled the ear rather than perturbed them.

Had she known that James neglected to ask her sooner, she would have been a bit more upset about it. She didn't like being put on the spot, nor did she think he was in trouble for letting something slip from his mind. At times he could be even more absent minded than her, which was a bit funny. Just a bit. She glanced back out at the view. "You know I read that years ago, the water was a bit lower and over time it was refilled by man, rather than relying on a natural source. I guess this river is a big landmark. I can see why it's treasured. it's an icon." She considered absent mindedly. Sasha then looked to James, watching the sun light bounce off his face. Some alone time was nice though she could just be her. Guys weren't wildly known for being sentimental but James wasn't like most guys. He was nice and smart and didn't seem to shy away from much. In her mind, it wouldn't be too bad to keep getting to know each other, try new things.

[Assistant]
The boy sat intently, listening with more patience than other boys his age to the girl beside him. She was just full of interesting little facts. As she spoke, his eyes held on to the scene before them, the trees sprawling out as the river weaved between them. It was strange how, in just another couple of months, the leaves would all be back and of the lushest greens. Gorgeous. James tilted his head to rest softly against hers. These were the moments that he knew adults were talking about when they said they said there were moments that they didn't want to end. James was always one for moving forward, but it was so serene.

"I'm glad somebody decided it was worth the resource to keep it alive..." He noted, making a small pause. He was not wont to be the mushiest of boyfriends. It was less that he lacked the ability to and more that he actively tried to avoid too much cliché and that generally acting too sweet could cause a bit of heckling from his friends, or even Matt. But today they were alone and he always felt at ease with Sasha. "That makes it the second most beautiful thing out here, I guess," He said, hoping to keep the statement from sounding too awkward.

"I don't wanna go, let's stay... We don't get to sit like this too much, y'know? I mean... we do at school, but... I dunno, there's something about being like this... alone, but together. Like you said, getting away from our everyday schedule's nice." He grinned and gave her lips a soft kiss, yet another luxury they could rarely enjoy because of her parents, his parents, or their classmates being around. A lot of the other kids in their school liked to show off and snog in front of everybody, but it absolutely disgusted James - the absolute disregard for other people's personal space was atrocious so he avoided doing more than very light displays of affection unless they were positive they were alone.

"I don't wanna push it too much, Sash... But... Mum asked me to see if you'd been able to talk to your parents. It's my fault for not asking you to go with us sooner, but you know I'm kinda forgetful and, even though you've had like... no time to get ready for it, I'd really like you to come along," He admitted, scratching, biting the inside of his cheek nervously. Rarely was James one to admit what he personally wanted beyond a gentle hint in one direction or another. He didn't like to overtake another person's preferences just because he wanted things one way or another. He was a "go with the flow" kind of guy; however, some people would label him falsely as introverted or stoic.

[User]
Finding new spots was an adventure, one she thought they should be ready to do. There were plenty of places they haven't been and why not explore them together? It was fun looking at new things and places but to share the excitement and discovery with someone was even better in her mind. When James listened to her explain what she had read, she could tell that he was actually listening to her. It was really nice since her parents could get distracted by the newest addition to their family. And her friends could tune her own when they felt like the topic she was babbling about was dull.

James then threw her a cheesy romantic sort of line which made her grin. It was sweet of him and she couldn't reject anything sweet from her boyfriend, even if it was a little corny. It was still nice and made her smile so there was really no harm in it. She glanced back out at the scene in front of them and felt her cheeks turn a little red. "Tryin' to score extra points before Valentine's Day huh?" She teased him. Of course she knew that wasn't what he was trying to do but she thought for his sake, she should accept it and try not to make him feel to embarrassed. Guys typically didn't dish out lovey dovey comments so she was happy to get one, especially from James.

When he added that he was alright with staying, she found herself feeling more happy, more relaxed. It gave her reassurance that they were on the same page now. She was glad he liked her idea and destination of choice, even if it meant going through a question route to get to it. "Yeah." She sighed gently and looked to him. he kissed her lightly and she smiled even more. That would definitely earn him bonus points. James wasn't really one for public displays of affection. If they could hold hands, that was okay but she still knew it was a push for James. Sasha wished he'd be more open to it put she didn't want to put him on the spot or make him uncomfortable. So she'd take what she could get.

As they were enjoying the moment together he brought up the trip again and her face fell. Did he really need to bring it up again? So soon? Sasha scooted away a little and gave him a tired look. "You wanted to ask me sooner?" She frowned. "I haven't seen or talked to my parents since you brought it up at lunch." She pointed out, getting a bit upset. "I've been in school and with you since then. I really wish you told me sooner so I could think it over and talk to my parents but thanks to you, I'm in a tight spot and so is your mother!" She folded her arms, staring at him, not sure if she wanted to go now, let alone talk about it. "If it was so important, why didn't you ask me right away? Why couldn't your mother talk to mine?"

[Assistant]
James frowned when he noticed he'd upset Sasha. "I know, I'm sorry... Really... And my mom didn't want to talk to yours until she knew if you even wanted to go... But... I forgot... You know I get distracted really easily. Every time I remembered, I was either just falling asleep, or on my way to school, or something..." He looked down to his lap anxiously. "Sometimes, I get kinda flustered and if I try too hard to remember something, it slips from my head and I start to panic and I-I... Ugh I don't know..." He explained, releasing her hand and nervously crossing his arms with his gaze averted. Why was it so hard to tell people about things like this..? His doctor had said it was a small form of ADHD. He wasn't overly excitable or energetic in class, but it seemed like he couldn't quite focus when he was told to remember something. His mother, as much as she loved him, would get rather frustrated when she'd leave the house and ask him to do something, come home, and it wasn't done. A lot of people would accuse him of making an excuse, but she knew that if she wanted something done that writing it down was going to make it more likely. Sometimes, when he was trying to recall something and couldn't quite bring it to mind, it would frustrate him to no end.

"I'm sorry, we'll just drop it... Let's just enjoy this tonight, Sashie. If you don't want to go or can't go, that's fine, we'll just make tonight our Valentine's... or any night - we can hang out after school for the rest of the week too," He said, trying to cover himself. "I don't want you to have to spend Valentine's alone..." He said sadly. He scooted close to her again, frowning. "I hate seeing you so mad... or anything but happy - I like your smile," He pleaded, biting the inside of his cheek as he felt his heart taking a hammer to his sternum. Why couldn't he be better at these things? He always felt so awkward and his anxiety spiked every time he did anything beyond casual conversation. Sasha always managed to help him keep his cool and stay calm - it was just the atmosphere around her all the time, it kept him easygoing. However, when he got like this, he had to remember to stop worrying himself. The last thing he wanted was for her to see him have a panic attack or anything. Matt never had problems like this either, James was sure of it.

The boy pulled back again and cleared his throat absently, pressing a hand flat to his chest, taking a few easy breaths in and letting them out. A seemingly mutated form of ADD and slight anxiety made for the perfect bundle to make others think he was awkward and even rude sometimes. The rudeness was something he worked hard to combat, and often he was successful, but still people would mistake his uncontrollable dismissive attitude.*Say it, or you never will...*He warned himself as his heart raced faster. His throat closed and he felt like he was choking, but he swallowed forcefully and looked over to Sasha.

"I just... I wanted to make your Valentine's Day really nice, since it was the first time we'd both have a date for it... And I forgot about the trip every time I had a chance to ask... And... I wanted to wait until the actual day, but... I love you, Sasha Watson," He said sincerely. It felt like the night they first kissed again, and the dance... This was the first time he'd actually been able to say it at all, but he actually felt exhausted after pushing through his nerves. "You... I... Yeah, that's... that's all," He said, failing to find more words than those three...


[System]
Alias/Nicknames: Her?
Race: Dark Elf (Darkvison)
Gender: ♀
Background: The twelfth daughter of a Dark Elf noblewoman and considered a thoroughly useless child by her mother and siblings. However, several assassination attempts by her siblings have proven that she has an uncanny ability to survive life threatening situations and, seeking to turn this into prestige for her family, pressured the girl into signing up for Cry Wolf dungeon defense corp. The Cry Wolves are part of a deal struck with the dungeon boss, where Dark Elven soldiers would be provided to guard the dungeon in a show of cooperation between the Everdark and the Dark Elf settlement. Unofficially, it was where you sent the kids you didn't need to earn the house some glory and then hopefully die to a band of adventurers.

Yvain, unfortunately, beat the odds again when she was knocked unconscious during this latest and most successful of invasions. When she awoke she found herself to be the only Cry Wolf left alive. She is obliged, then, to remain at her post in the Evardark and maintain a Dark Elven presence in the dungeon until some fresh young recruits could be sent to reinforce her, which her mother has assured her are coming "soon" and that they are "definitely working on it."

Personality: "By the book," is the way that Yvain leads her life, though that's mostly a crutch. So long as she follows the rules to the letter people might not cotton on to her not having any real idea what she's doing. She fluctuates between trying to put on a good face and maintaining the quiet dignity expected of an elf and jumping at shadows due to the paranoia beaten into her by her siblings attempts on her life.

Appearance:

Skills:

* Combat Skill: Weapon Focus: Scimitar
* Non-Combat Skill: Trap Making - In addition to their guard duties the Cry Wolves where also expected to create and maintain the traps in their area of the dungeon.

Possessions: Standard Issue Scimitar, Standard Issue Bullwhip, Standard Issue Armor, Standard Issue Bola (3)

[User]
Interacting With: @Martian

Dylirius found himself in a difficult situation. When he heard the Spore's warning and didn't have the chance to prevent an inevitable cloud of paralysis from enveloping his potential customer. Giving the lesser demon seconds to decide, if he wanted to get stuck alongside the soon-to-be cranky toad, or rush off to safety and leave the Bullywug to his fate. So that way he'd be able to come back and offer his assistance. Having the benefit of helping the warrior out of a dilemma—assuming he wasn't too stubborn or angry to accept it.

On the other hand, if the Bullywug saw Dylirius fleeing the scene alone, and didn't realize the myconid created these stunning spores in the first place…

Oh dear—I wish you wouldn't have done that. Dylirius thought, before softly exhaling and opening his extended paw that was meant for a handshake. With enough quickness to focus on a particular herb stem, thinking about its rough feel and light green color, plus any extra details that he needed in order to perfect its creation. Thankfully, it was easier for Dylirius to use his herbal alchemy on things that he had grown familiar with. Yet another reason that he had put so many things inside of his mouth.

And I just replenished my mana earlier. Dylirius lamented, as his claw tips began to shimmer with a crimson red light. "Here stranger. Stick this in your mouth, and suck the juice out of its stem." The cat insisted, while quickly inserting one of two long green leafy stems inside of his maw. Which somehow spawned inside his no-longer-glowing paw, right before the Bullywug's eyes.

Holding out the other one for the Bullywug to take, just as the large area got completely covered. Able to bite down onto the stem tip and taste its bitter slime that soon coated his whole tongue. "That'll let you speak and breathe without any trouble, as long as you keep it in there." Dylirius elaborated, while still grinding the stem in-between his teeth. Though unless Phaid had already done what was said, and hadn't tried to escape the burst of fog on his own. The toad could've had a bigger problem, than being unable to move for a few hours. Since it turns out that breathing in a haze of toxic spores—wasn't the best thing for one's lungs. Who knew?

[Assistant]
Searching Crypts
@RogueFox @Shadow Dragon

In the dusty corpse ridden halls of Everdark's upper half, the trio would find no living survivors other than rodents and other vermin picking corpses clean of their flesh. Vinashy was unfortunately the only one with olfactory senses so the smell of pustulant rotting flesh assailed his nostrils, but it was nothing the blood ritualist couldn't handle.

Some bits and pieces of broken weapons littered the floors nearby the bodies, some had the irreparable vestige of armor clinging to their remains. But between the buzzing of flies suddenly came the sound of brisk and rapidly recedeing footsteps, whoever it was they were in a hurry to get away. It sounded like whoever or whatever the footfalls belonged to were anxious to flee to the deeper portion of the dungeon.

[User]
Interacting with: @RogueFox@Shadow Dragon

"More of the same..." Mortimer says as they wandered deeper into the dungeon's halls. He'd note that he should bury their dead after they establish a base of sorts. Just felt wrong to just leave them there rotting with the bodies of those horrid adventurers. But what caught his full attention was the sound of footfalls that weren't his nor the vampire's echoing through the halls as it grew fainter and fainter as the being that caused it went deeper into the dungeon. Mortimer called out but it seemed that he reacted too late. The sound of footsteps had gone so distant that he couldn't hear them any longer. "I'm sure that I wasn't the only one who heard that. We ought to follow them...but keep your guards up. We don't know if they're hostile or not."

He was feeling a little more confident than when he was all alone but confidence would nary hinder an attacker's blade. Better to be prepared for the worst rather than getting caught with your metaphorical pants down.

[Assistant]
So they were getting close. Yaaaaay. She wished she had some general idea of how strong the man they were pursuing actually was. Well, actually, she did: strong enough that he killed a whole scout force by himself. She could only hope he had done that through subterfuge and surprise, because if he hadn't she was just going to have to rely on getting the drop on him or getting lucky. It was a good thing, then, that she was "blessed" with an inordinate supply of good luck.

To take her mind off that she focused on the question...sword, she guessed... had asked her. "Opera isn't a place, it's a performance. Entertainment. Like a play, but every word is sung. And it's sung in old Elvish, so most of us younger delves have to read the plot in a book before it starts. It was pretty, but it wasn't her thing. Mostly old legends about war and romance, betrayal and revenge. A whole lot of betrayal and revenge.

"There was Mourning Lily. It was stabbed into the heart of a Matriarch and froze her in magic sleep, so her favorite concubine had to go on and arduous quest to find a way to break the spell. I'm pretty sure that one was just an allegory. Most of them are. Tusk was this wicked sword wielded by the queen of the hobgoblins that inflicted wounds that never stopped hurting. Crownseeker was an sword that was used so many times in coups and assassinations that it developed a taste for noble blood. Durenadal was used by the king of the High Elves during the great war thousands of years ago, some unbreakable hold sword that could never be defeated, but the first Queen managed to seduce the king and steal it. That one I think is real. I heard it was locked up in the palace vault somewhere."

Light

[User]
Phaid the Bullywug kept his slow pace as he approached the furry medicine man and the mushroom man. After the events of a few weeks ago, Phaid and all the remaining Bullywugs had learned to avoid anyone they didn't know. But Phaid considered himself a brave creature, at least for a Bullywug. He was still embarrassed over his actions during the massacre that happened in the Everdark a few weeks back. When Phaid and some fellow Bullywugs first got wind of the slaughter, their fight or flight instinct kicked in. They decided on flight, retreating to the deep water tunnels of their domain. The frog-men would hide in this submerged section of the dungeon for several days, praying that whatever was killing the other creatures wasn't amphibious. It had been a low point for Phaid, the so called Puddle Knight. When the hidden Bullywugs did finally return to the surface of the dungeon, they found most of their kin slain, just a few feet away from the water's edge.

Since then, the Bullywugs had stayed close to their watery home. They had not wanted to go and see how the other races were affected by the slaughtered, worried minds wondering if the goblin clan survived and would once again attack them. Or what happened to the Dark Elves, Undead, or other powerful beings who ran large portions of the Everdark. But as Phaid approached the two creatures, he wondered if the massacre hadn't been as bad if these ones survived it.

But Phaid didn't appear to be the only antsy away, leaving a fog of yellow spores. Phaid thought that he was more imposing than he thought, only for a spore to touch his nose, causing it to go numb. But before any more of the spores could reach Phaid, the furry medicine man handed him some sort of vegetable, telling him to suck out its innards. Phaid wondered if this was a free first taste, so he did as instructed, a slime leaving the plant and coating his throat. As he did this, Phaid no longer felt the numbness as the spores landed on him.

The medicine man then told him to keep the plant in his mouth if he wished to breathe and speak. Phaid quickly realized that this wasn't a free first hit, but rather to do away with what the mushroom man had done. He figured that the bitter tasting slime should of been a giveaway. Phaid naturally moved the plant around in his mouth, always keeping it secreting.

"Thanks for whatever this is," said Phaid with some trouble as he tried to keep the plant firmly in his mouth, "But do you have any of those spotted flowers, the ones that can take you to the dream plane? I have trinkets to trade for it."

What Phaid didn't mention was that these trinkets had been looted from the bodies of fellow Bullywugs. After so many died in the massacre, they could at least continue to benefit the clan. And by that Phaid meant benefit himself, the definite next head of the clan, especially since most of the competition had died.

[Interacting with: @SleepingSilence]

[Assistant]
Dor

Scri'erk could be ornery but she had the ability to listen to reason. She had heard rumors that the golem's mind had been addled. Worse yet, looking at it's heaping size she could not deny that perhaps it would be hard for someone of their stature to move out of the way of her webs. That was the point really, to get people to touch them. Putting her grudges aside she let reason win this time. The tasty goblin seemed to interject before Scri'erk could find a reason to be mad again. They were hoping to go deeper into the everdark; a dangerous proposition. Luckily between Scri'erk's deadly poison's and Zarroy's strength they had nothing to be afraid of.

"Danger! Goblin ride on Zarroy" She said as she took the lead, prodding into the dark abyss before them with her mandibles. In other circumstances she would allow the small humanoid to ride her own carapaced back. With Zarroy with them, however, she felt the morsel would be much safer away from her own greedy mandibles. Already she could feel them frothing again in hunger. Perhaps there would be a meal for her in the next town.

[User]
"Hmm"
Was all the sword said, short and sharp. Amused even. For a moment it seemed like it was going to speak again, to share its thoughts, but it didn't. After a small walk in silence where the sword replied to nothing, it suddenly and urgently blurted.

"Stop!"

Then, ignoring the urgency of its past words it casually continued.
"Tell me of this crown seeker, what did it look like?"

[Assistant]
Yvain froze like mid step, like a cat that had been caught sneaking up on someone and wasn't sure whether it should charge forward or retreat. They had come to a hallway of dilapidated stonework, crude barricades of piled stone constructed at either end that menaced with large wooden spikes where the ravages of time hadn't caused them to rot away or snap under their own weight. A tattered banner lay draped over one of them, a brown skull cackling at her. Beyond the barricade, through a small gap that gave entry, she could see moldering tarps piled on the ground that may have once been tents. Enough for two dozen men at least. Among they lay scattered bones and old brown stains.

An orcish warband, maybe? She had heard they painted their banners in the blood of their foes. Who were they? The Everdark was old, and it was witness to more deaths than even her ancient mother. They could have been an enemy raid, or mercenaries hired by the dungeons master? Had they been killed by adventurers, like the others, or the residents? They could have even been the victims of an inter-faction spat within the Everdark itself, as sometimes happened. Who could say?

Her minecart of thought was derailed as Sword asked her another question. In the opera. It was big, with a long silver blade and an ornate black hilt set with rubies. It was beautiful. She thought back to a few of the assassins that had been sent by her sisters. I never thought it looked right. It was too big. It took an age to swing, you would see it coming from a mile away. If a sword like that really exited I always thought it would be more subtle. Old. And really, really sharp.

Light


[System]
It's punishment time
Age
15

Personality
Alice likes rules. She likes order and justice. She has always disliked rule breakers. Alice also has a short temper. She resorts to violence though she doesn't break the rules. She is very much a tomboy, liking what most boys do.

Bio
Alice's past is different than most children's. Her mother could never hold a relationship. As a result of this Alice has had five fathers, each from a marriage that didn't last long. The divorces weighed on Alice's mother. After her fourth divorce she began to drink. Soon enough she was an alcoholic. And Alice began to take care of her mother instead of the other way around. She began to grow a tomboyish side to her, learning martial arts. Alice's newest father wasn't nice. He punished Alice when she did wrong, though he never hurt Alice's mother. When she was 13, Alice awoke her ability, causing her "father"'s death. After that Alice vowed to figh for justice and to lee her talent hidden.

Ability
Black Magic.

Status
Student

Familiar
Large pitch black Crow, LassBoss

Specialty
Curses

What Does Magic Mean To You
"Life. It's humanities new way to stay alive another day. But to me it's a way to help myself and my family. A way to stay away from all the bad and to fight the evil."

Buddy
Elrinasa

Other
Alice says her ability is to sense true intentions and covers up her talent with a skill at taming

[User]
This is early in the morning before classes begin
Warning my opening posts are long does not mean you have to write that amount.

"And why exactly couldn't you have taken the train to this school?" Drake complained as he turned his head to look back at Katherine who was perched onto his back while flying through the air. Katherine started humming as she rolled to look over the side and see the vast ocean below them, "because flying on you is much more fun Drake, I hate traveling In things like that." Drake turned his head and gave it a shake, "you are the definition of lazy and stupid," he meant to say that to himself. Katherines cheeks puffed up and she pulled on some of the hairs on his head, "Ow, ow ow," he cried out with pain. "You are well aware that I can here you Drake," she let go of his hair and he grumbled a little. "Bit of a complainer isn't he," another choice chimed in as Katherine turned her head to see the acceptance letter she had received floating in front of her. "You're no picnic either mister letter," she teased and gave a slight giggle. The letter fluttered a bit with anger, "hey, hey, hey who's giving you directions here, without me you wouldn't know where you're going." With that the letter floated back into her bag and Katherine looked down at the ocean again and in the corner of her eye she spotted the train she was supposedly taking as it moved along the water like it was floating.

After her moments of gazing she went and climbed her way to Drakes head as she looked ahead, starting to see the silhouette of the school in the distance. She gripped and pulled on some of Drakes hair with excitement when she saw it, "that's it Drake, that's Gedonelune Academy," and she gave out a sharp squeal, "I can't wait!" Drake shook his head and gave a low growl, "would you quit with the hair pulling, I swear I will make you swim the rest of the way there," then he looked forward, "remember you're a provisional student so you're not official yet till you're judged on the thirteenth day attending here." Hearing that made Katherine pout and also a little worried, she knows her history with magic and she can never really be good at it so she was afraid she wouldn't get accepted in.

When Drake made sure they were over land and near the school gates he poofed into his smaller form, although he was still in the air. Katherines eyes blinked a few times as Drake snickered, "have a nice fall." Katherine flailed her arms to try and grab onto something but being the sky there was nothing, "Draaaaaaaaake!" She yelled out as she started falling. As she saw the ground approaching fast she covered her eyes as if it was going to protect her, but there was a sudden jerk as her cloak with snatched and spreading her fingers to look she saw she was a few inches off the ground while Drake was holding her in his jaws. He lowered her safely on the ground before poofing back into his smaller form, "that's for the hair pulling," and his serpant tongue flicked at Katherine. Katherine took out her wand and waved it at him, "I swear I'm not afraid to turn you into a gecko," she threatened him. After their moment of arguing the paper fluttered from her bag and floated in front of her, "well here you are kid good luck," then in a puff of smoke a piece of paper floated down to land in the palm of Kahterines hand, it was a map of the school, "and save me for later you'll need me for judgment day," as his final advice before turning into a normal piece of paper that fluttered into her bag. Katherine looked down at the map in her hands and then up at the school building as she gave a wide smile before strutting away towards where the girls dorms were.

[Assistant]
Alice kicked high, her foot connecting with the student's jaw. He staggered a bit, but soon regained his prowes and growled at Alice. "You're strong. But I won't lose. I did what I wanted. And so what if that broke the rules. You shouldn't have anything against it," and with that he cast a fireball spell. Alice dodged, the ball of fire whizzing past her head. She shoved forwards, hitting the student in the gut with a palm strike. He punched at her, but Alice dodged and hit him again, LassBoss circle ing the fight. With one final hit from Alice he crumpled to the ground. LassBoss perched herself on her master's shoulder as they walked off.
"Alice," came a voice from the side. Alice turned it was a teacher. She sighed as he approached. She apologized for getting in another fight, listening as the teacher told her that if she did it again she would be in big trouble. Alice calmly walked up to a tree and sat down in the shade it provided.

[User]
A soft wind blew through the courtyard. Otonashi had woken up extremly early, in order to get some training in. He had summoned his familiar, in human forme. "Alright Master Seimei, are you ready for the next round?" Otonashi nodded. The Familiar, whose name was Susano'o, charged at Otonashi. Since the Familiar's main element was wind it moved flawlessly. Otonashi attempted to dodge the attack but he was unable to, his speed was uncanny and unable to be matched by anyone, and there was a reason for this. The Familiar's past life was the god Susano'o-No-Mikoto, but the Familiar's power was lowered by ten-fold and there were two reasons for this, one, Otonashi wasn't powerful enough to wield a God's power and Two, Susano'o had a seal on his power in place. The punches that Susano'o had thrown had made Otonashi go flying up in the air, then Susano'o appeared in front of him mid air and tossed him back to the ground. Otonashi slammed into the ground hard enough to be hear from the School Entrance. Otonashi was okay, he had prepared some Paper Charms before hand that would raise his Defense significantly. He waved at Susano'o. "All right, I think that's enough for Today Susano'o, we'll continue in the afternoon, and please stop withthe pleasantries, call me Otonashi, we've been through this before haven't we?"
"Yes, Otonashi-sama, I shall be taking my departure now." Otonashi sighed as he waved Susano'o goodbye. As Susano'o left, Otonashi used a Paper-Charm to fix his track suit, and then another one to put on his uniform. He began to walk towards the school, awaiting for it to begin.

[Assistant]
"Another year has come and gone. Funny, sure doesn't feel like it's been a year, does it coal?", "It doess not. Though I can't ssay i'm fond of the concrete dwellingss that we are forced to sstay in over the year. Why can't we jusst sstay in the foresst or the greenhousse?". Jacque let out a soft chuckle as he climbed up a tree that hung over one of the academy walls, "C'mon Coal, i'm just glad they allow us to walk out here if we get up early. No need to risk making people angry when we've got a good think going.. There was a rustling under Jacque's cloak as a large, dark triangular head poked out from his collar, "I sstill think that it iss not fair to deny uss a night under the sstarss...". Jacque snorted at Coal's and scratched the python under her chin, an act that ellicited a small hiss of annoyance despite her nuzzling into the scratch. Jacque looked around briefly, and spotting no teachers or prefects roaming the area, hopped out of the tree and over the academy walls, "Terra Magicae: Terra reformationem!" he muttered just before hitting the ground. In an instant the patch of hard ground that Jacque was about to hit was turned into a soft pile of dirt.

"Umph!" Jacque grunted as he landed on his feet and stood, "I think i'm gettin' better at my spell timing, what do you think Coal?", "I think you have a bunch of twigss in your hair.". Looking up at the wild black tangle atop his head, Jacque found that Coal was indeed speaking the truth, prompting him to gingerly tug the twigs out, "Thanks for that. 'Least I kept my uniform clean this time!" Jacque chirped as he began to walk towards the main building. Coal flickered her tongue and hissed into his ear, "Aren't you forgetting ssomething?", "Huh? oh yeah,right. Terra Magicae: Terra reformationem!" Jacque said before turning and pointing towards the pile of dirt he'd landed on. Within seconds, the soft soil was returned once more to it's solid state, and Jacque was on his way towards the main building with a soft grin on his face.

[User] Elarinasa would be stuck inside her room as she'd just mumble to herself, reading up on a large book about the studies of atom tearing, with her glasses perched onto her nose she'd slowly flip a page after memorising such as she'd groan and eventually kick herself away from the book, chewing on the end of her glasses as she'd look down towards Chase; her boar snuffling around the room What am I going to do with myself Chase...Buddied up with some student as I always am, Chase would look up and with his real deep stilleto voice he'd just speak Girl you just gotta relax~ y'know? I mean you're thinking too hard about this chick, at the point of the speech she'd groan noticing her crest shine a bit to show she is in trouble too See what I mean!? Already in trouble and I barely left the room, Chase would snicker as he'd use his tusk to open the door Come on girl, lets go find your little troublemaker. with a defeated sigh Elarinasa would stand up walking with Chase to find Alice somewhere outside

[Assistant]
Micheal wan't enjoying his day. He first off had to walk to the nearest train stop, and was now stuck on it till it arrived at Gedonelune. It didn't help he had little people around him, after all the snow wolf at his feet wasn't the easiest thing to get by. Stroking Azul behind the ear, Micheal sighed. Bringing out a small container of water, Micheal froze some of it and started crafting a small sculpture out of it. After a few minutes, he looked at it. It was as detailed as he could get it from the size. Looking at it he decided he would give it to whoever he was buddied with at the school. Looking back out the window he saw the train had stopped, hearing the academy being called, Micheal got up and head out of the train.

Micheal looked around, he didn't see much which struck out to him about Gedonelune. It was different from what he was use to, but that was about it. Sighing that the magic academy didn't meet his initial impressions, Micheal looked at Azul. He would need to do anything he could to keep him alive. If Azul died so would his magic, he would have no reason to attend the Academy, and would have to work caring for yaks and hunting for food. He didn't want that. He wanted power, enough to take his family to somewhere better.

Looking around once more he saw more people arriving. Taking in other students, non-of them looked all the interest. Getting ready to head into the building, Micheal turned after hearing a noise, looking where he saw where it came from he saw probably the most interesting thing he could have, a girl with a dragon. Smiling that something interesting happened, Micheal headed inside.

[User] Alice had her hand laying upon LassBoss's large, black, feathery body. They were sitting in the shade, enjoying the shadow itself. The darkness, a reminder of the magic Alice wasn't allowed to use. Or that anyone knew she was talented in. Maybe one day. But for now all Alice could do was wait for her buddy to find her. And Alive could see her, walking alongside her boar.