[System]
Super Name: Arsenal (formerly Speedy and Red Arrow)

Powers: None. Roy is, however, trained in archery by Oliver Queen himself. In addition, Roy has become a skilled hand-to-hand combatant and adept at using a wide array of weapons both standard and improvised. Thanks to some of his previous... connections, Roy speaks fluent Japanese and can also understand Russian, though he still needs to work on speaking the latter. Thanks to his time spent along side both Green Arrow and various members of the Bat-family, Roy has developed a keen analytical sense and has since become quite a detective in his own right.

Technology: Compound bow capable of folding in on itself for portability, some diamond-tipped arrows as well as a few "trick arrows" capable of taking down opponents non-lethally. These generally include compressed nets, blunted tips (most think of the famous boxing glove arrow), taser arrows capable of discharging an electrical current to stun attackers, among others. Roy's other weapons include a pair of Glock 41's, two combat knives hidden in his boots, and finally a pair of titanium batons. Roy's prosthetic arm - made of a synthium alloy - can also be used as a makeshift weapon or shield but he prefers to avoid potentially damaging it if possible. His commonly used utilities include a Batman-inspired gas-powered grapple gun, smoke bombs, flash bombs, and a voice modulator worn under his hood to distort his voice and prevent someone from recognizing him.

Acquaintances:
Oliver Queen (Green Arrow) - Former mentor and surrogate father-figure.
Dick Grayson (Nightwing) - Fellow founding member of the former Teen Titans. Batman's former student adopted Ward.
Vic Stone (Cyborg) - Another former Titan, and was the one who built Roy's prosthetic arm.
Jade Nguyen (Cheshire) - An infamous assassin and Roy's ex-lover.

Personality: If one were to describe Roy in a single word, "stubborn" would likely be their first choice. Roy's stubbornness combined with his opinionated attitude - one he likely picked up from being around Ollie for so long - can and has made him difficult to work with in the past. In recent years, Roy appears to have to realized this flaw and finds himself actively trying to improve his attitude, with varying degrees of success. Despite this, Roy still has a few "berserk buttons", as it were. Chief among those being drugs, heroin in particular. Having had a history with heroin himself, seeing others letting themselves be dragged down by has a way of setting him off and making him more eager than usual to take down whoever selling the drug. Ever since Anarchy's takeover, Roy has found himself getting progressively angrier at the world in general, as if it somehow betrayed him for letting Anarchy take over so easily. None has earned his ire more than Oliver Queen though, whose insistence on continuing to support Anarchy's efforts may as well be like putting a knife in Roy's back.

Bio: Roy was born of Navajo descent, even bearing a tribal tattoo to represent that fact. In his early childhood, Roy was adopted and raised by Broken Bow, a Navajo medicine chief who taught the young Roy the basics of archery. Roy didn't know his biological father that well, but he knew the man was a forest ranger that died tragically in a forest fire. After Brave Bow's death, and thus having lost two fathers, a grief-stricken Roy found himself lost. He was falling in with the wrong kinds of crowds, even becoming a heroin addict in the process. Needless to say, Roy's life was at a low point. That changed when he met Oliver Queen.

Roy first met Ollie when the latter approached him as Green Arrow, convincing Roy not to go through with robbing a nearby convenient store. Oliver could have just left Roy's fate up to the system, but instead decided to help the young teen himself. He took Roy in, gave him a home and essentially adopted him as his ward. Noticing Roy's existing skill with a bow, Oliver decided to train him further. Before long, Roy was fighting alongside Green Arrow as Speedy.

Sometime later, Speedy met and became friends with a number of other teenage sidekicks. Robin, Kid Flash, Aqualad, Donna Troy and himself started a team of their own called the Teen Titans. While in the Titans, Roy had a brief relationship with Donna that, frankly, didn't last long. The Titans themselves didn't last forever either, due mostly their roster constantly changing with people coming in and out of the team. Soon even Robin, who by then had rebranded himself as Nightwing, left the team he had helped create along with his then-lover Starfire. The Titans disbanded shortly after, and Roy found himself turning to heroin once more.

It didn't take Oliver long to discover Roy's relapse, and angered, he threw Roy out. Roy wasn't on the streets for long, instead he was taken in by Black Canary, who helped him break the addiction once and for all. But by then his relationship with Oliver had become strained, so Roy borrowed a page from Dick's playbook and rebranded himself as Red Arrow.

As Red Arrow, Roy found himself once again among the ranks of the Titans. Vic Stone - aka Cyborg and a member of the former team before it disbanded - asked Roy to help him start a new Teen Titans, and even Nightwing approved the idea despite politely refusing the offer to join the new team. This new team of Titans lasted all the way until Superman's death, only disbanding because Anarchy forced them to. During this team's tenure, Roy met the assassin Cheshire during an undercover mission meant to take her down. Instead the two ended up falling deeply in love with each other, and so Roy couldn't bring himself to take her down when the time came, instead letting her go.

After Anarchy's takeover, the New Titans lost contact with each other. Roy at first tried take Anarchy down on his own, but found himself defeated and dismembered for his troubles. He was forced to go into hiding after that, but during that time he reached out to Vic and his former teammate built an advanced prosthetic arm for him, but advised Roy to stay hidden and to give up on taking Anarchy down. Ever stubborn, Roy's response was to sever all his previous ties, forever discarding both Speedy and Red Arrow. He donned a new mask and hood, started carrying and wielding more weapons than just his bow. With such a small arsenal of weapons he always seemed to have on him, it wasn't hard for Roy to earn a new name... Arsenal.

[User]
John Stewart heard an explosion near the building and ran over to a window to look out. Smoke, or perhaps dust, covered the street below and he couldn't get a good view of what was happening. "I'll go see what's happening." he said, looking at Mark. "This could be an attack. You four stay here." With that he took off his suit jacket, opened a window, and activated his ring. It had been over a month sense he'd worn his old uniform, but it felt as familiar as the last day he'd worn it. He jumped out the window and flew towards that dust cloud.

Mark Patterson turned towards the others. "Don't worry. Probably another villain who's relapsing. I'll have to look over our rehab process. Maybe there's something we can..." The window shattered and a man came flying threw it, rolling to slow his forward momentum and coming up, arrow drawn.

"Mark Patterson, you have-", the man froze, the shot an arrow at Anarchy before jumping out the window he had just entered through. "Abort!" the man yelled into an earpiece, "Queen and Wayne are both here! I repeat: Abort!"

Anarchy deflected the arrow with a flick of his wrist, sending it into the front of his desk. He motioned and a hidden weapon's locker behind his desk opened, revealing his yellow and black armor and weapon. "Kevin, protect them." he said, motioning towards his gear. It flew towards him and attached itself properly to him, guided into place by his powers, and after taking a few seconds to amplify himself, he jumped out the window towards the attacker.

"Yes, sir." Kevin said, walking over to the two men. He pushed a button on his wrist computer to summon security and looked at the guests. "Don't worry," he said. "We'll catch him."

Oliver nodded, then looked at Bruce. "Did he seem familiar to you?"

"Something about the way he moved." Bruce responded. "He's definitely had some training."

[Assistant]
Anarchy's main office building loomed in the distance. It was a shame it wasn't a dark and stormy night to set the mood a bit better, but then the weather often doesn't want to cooperate. Either way, Arsenal had a plan to take down Anarchy, and it involved Light (or Toon girl, or Toon lady, she didn't really care) being a distraction of sorts. While Arsenal was a bit suicidal, attacking Anarchy head on by invading his main building, he at least understood that Light was a great distraction. Of course she was a bit weary of the green lantern that Anarchy had under his thumb, being able to be bound by her namesake wasn't the funnest thing in the world, especially when that lead to needles later down the line, usually in the eye...

"Well, best not to think about that." Light said to herself, making her way up to the ground floor of the main building as per Arsenal's plans. It was pretty easy to get to the entrance, what with popping out of a toonish wormhole then smashing open the doors, but she figured that the alarm being set off wouldn't be enough to really satisfy Roy, the guy was a bit... direct. Getting Arsenal's order to cause chaos, she started to pull and throw whatever she could get her hands on, nearly becoming a tornado of papers, tables, chairs, and tiles as those objects flew into random parts of the building. At least until the guards came to see what all the ruckus was.

There was collateral damage before they started to open fire at Light. While there were scraps and pieces of wood, paper, ceramic, and plastic spew on the ground floor and in the walls, a few of the blunter pieces found their way into the groin of a few guards. Of course, once the gunfire started, Light stopped her little throwing fit, knocking over a table to dodge some of the guard's gunfire. While being turned into swiss cheese didn't bother her too much, she'd rather not have to deal with the pain of a couple hundred bullets going through her body. Rumaging in her dress, she pulled out a crate that said ACME in red letters seemingly out of nowhere. Wanting to play army, she opened it and tossed the black cartoony bomb it contained at the guards.

Now, unknown to Light until a bit later, that was a bad move. The bomb itself had an unusually long fuse for an ACME product, and while most of the guards ducked for cover, one of them had the idea to toss it back at Light. Light herself was waiting for the loud 'kaboom', and when it happened, it happened a bit too close for her liking, sending her out of the building while causing a considerable amount of damage to the ground floor and knocking most of the guards into a wall.

It was around this point that Arsenal's voice over her earpiece told her to abort the mission as he jumped out of the window he had went in, right above where Light was laying face up to the sky. Noticing the person falling towards her, Light got up and scrambled to get into a position to catch them should they not have a plan. She was sure it was Roy, but she could always be wrong.

[User]
As he made the leap, Arsenal could hear sounds behind him. Had to be Anarchy, he was the only one in that room with actual powers, and that meant that Patterson was pursuing him personally. Not the best scenario in the world, especially since Light was directly below which likely meant that John was still somewhere nearby. Even against Anarchy alone, Roy's chances were slim at best, but they at least were still there. Against the combined efforts of Anarchy, Green Lantern, and even Batman and Green Arrow should the two decide to get involved? Those chances instantly went from slim to more or less negative.

Roy silently cursed his rotten luck, but he wouldn't let that drag him down. He managed to twist his body around in midair so that he was looking up at the pursuing Anarchy and aimed another arrow at him, "Trick or treat you son-of-a-bitch!" he shouted, letting the projectile fly. This arrow was... special. Arsenal knew full well that Anarchy could stop or deflect a normal arrow, so he cooked up something a little special. This specific arrow was not only rigged with explosive C4, it also had a micro-sized timer for a detonator that would ensure the arrow would explode shortly after being shot out. If Roy calculated the timing correctly, the arrow should theoretically blow up in Anarchy's face too soon before he could catch it or deflect it with his telekinesis. His armor would probably still protect him, but Roy would take even the smallest advantage he could get if it meant getting himself and Light out of here alive.

Speaking of Light, Roy crash landed onto her roughly two or three split seconds after releasing the exploding arrow on Anarchy. Hell, the only reason he even took the shot midair like that was because he managed to notice Light preparing to catch him beforehand. The landing itself was... rough to say the least, but Roy was more or less unscathed and able to stand back up nonetheless, "Come on! He won't be slowed down for long!" even as he spoke, Roy threw down a pair of smoke bombs to hide them from enemy vision and wasted no time in yanking the cartoony girl to her feet and make a hasty retreat to a manhole nearby. If they could get underground before being spotted then they would still have a chance to lose them.


[System]
Age: 24
Height: 6'-0"
Weight: 170lbs
Allegiance: Aspirian Royalty
Distinguishing Traits: Wherever the party is, Cas is bound to be there also. He's a free spirit with a tendency to act without thinking through the consequences, although due to his cushioned upbringing and high status, he rarely has to face them. Despite his wild lifestyle, however, he has a soft side and has been known for taking in stray and injured animals he finds in the streets of the capital city.

Short Bio: As the son of the reigning king, Atlas Maydestone, Caspian has lived the entirety of his life in the capital of Aspiria. He was born with a silver spoon in hand, enjoying the finest luxuries the country had to offer even when he was as young as five years old. This experience shaped him as a person. He grew up seeing the glass half-full and believing Aspiria was every bit as perfect and amazing as his father wanted him to think it was.

As a child, he spent most of his education being groomed to take over as the next king but never really took his future duties seriously. In his mind, it was so far off, there was no reason to worry about it. That is, until his father's health took a sudden decline when he turned eighteen. Suddenly slapped in the face by the reality that he was actually going to be the next leader of an entire country, he began to pay more attention to his teachers and did his best to understand all the different jobs he would have when his father died. However, the more he studied, the more he realized how unqualified he was for such an important role.

To deal with his rising sense of insecurity, Cas delved back into any and every social event he could find around the capital city. Partying and drinking with friends took the edge off his fears and helped him to forget about the impending future of his kingship. Deep down, he knew his coping strategy wouldn't change anything, but for now, it was good enough to keep him from getting absorbed in the weight of it all. He would just continue to put it off until he had to face it, the same way he handled the Scourge.

The rebellion (better known as the Scourge by everyone who lived in the capital) was the other big, glaring problem he tried not to think about. To make the enemies seem less imposing, he and his friends would make crude jokes about them and discuss all the creative ways the king could punish them for treason when they were eventually defeated by the state, but secretly, he was always on the lookout for anyone who seemed suspicious. As the crown prince of Aspiria, he'd heard the threats the rebels spat about himself and his family, and he was concerned about what could happen if they ever managed to get inside the stronghold walls.

He just hoped the military was strong enough that he would never have to find out.

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[User]
It felt strange to her to know that loyalty wasn't a big thing in the Capital, she wondered what that meant in regard to relationships and dating. To her if you wanted to be with someone you would give your all to that person, though thinking on it she had betrayed her boyfriend at the time Ethan when she had started to fall for Cas. Of course, she didn't have her memories, but the idea of it still caused her some sense of guilt. Honestly, she knew she had dodged a bullet with that relationship, and she wondered what she had ever seen in him at the time. Until she gained her memories she would never know and a part of her didn't want to know.

Hearing him confess his love for her once more made her feel warm, it was nice to feel loved and she did by him. Those words could make her forget about all the troubles they would face briefly, and she knew it was worth it. At the end of the day she loved him, he loved her and they could work it out together, she hoped they could at least because she didn't know what she would do without having him as a consistent in her life.

Trying to hide her disappointment she felt herself sigh as she knew the boys had returned, she could hear the voices just as she had settled down using Cas as a backrest and she knew they had cut it close. It was a miracle no one had walked in on them, but she hoped they could get some more time together later though it was something she highly doubted would happen. Unless Miles and Jay get really trashed and pass out? Considering the thought to herself as she smiled up at the boys who moved inside.

"It's not that you're not gentleman, you all just respect my decision and don't push back against it." Iris laughed softly, "I keep saying no to the bed and well, I just thought it would be nice for Jay to take a seat. I've not left that sofa for ages anyway I was getting bored with it." Shrugging it off with a smile, glancing up as Cas spoke about her not wanting special treatment which was also true. That wasn't her, she wasn't a huge fan of attention anyway, so it suited her just fine.

"I suppose I have to try this really expensive champagne then." Iris grinned to herself as she looked up at Cas, "I bet you've had plenty of this stuff before." Teasing softly before she leaned forward picking up a glass holding it out to Miles so he could pour some out for her, as much as she wasn't a drinker it would look strange if she just outright refused. It was also a good opportunity to try something so expensive as she would never get this chance again, turning back to Cas she smiled before speaking, "Do you want a glass too? I can grab you one."

[Assistant]
"Only because wine and champagne are served at every formal event in the history of Aspiria," Caspian rolled his eyes when Iris commented that he'd probably had a lot of it before. As a member of the royal family, he had practically been born with a crystal flute in his hand. Anytime there was something to be celebrated—a holiday, a birthday, a successful political endeavor—out came the wealthiest supporters of the monarchy and the finest champagnes that money could buy. In truth, the one they were about to drink was on the lower end of the spectrum too. He'd had bottles worth fifteen thousand credits at high born gallas in the past. The sad part was that he still couldn't tell much of a difference between any of them. The more expensive drinks were better, sure, but it seemed a little ridiculous that they costed so much more when the cheaper stuff was good too.

"Don't pretend like you don't enjoy it," Miles called him out as he popped the cork off the bottle and lifted the brim to his nose to breathe in the first fragrance of the champagne. "Louis Roederer makes some of the best champagne you can drink. There's a reason why it costs as much as it does."

"Pretentious," Cas coughed into his sleeve.

"Seriously?" Miles said dryly, casting him an unamused look.

The prince shrugged, "Call me uncultured if you want, but luxury wines are something I've never understood. Well, unless it's an old vintage, but that bottle was only aged for about a decade." He held up his hands quickly. "It's still good. I just can't taste the difference between Louis Roederer Cristal and Gosset Grand Blanc de Blancs."

"Oh my god," Miles clutched at his chest exaggeratedly. "How am I supposed to bow to a king who can't tell a one thousand credit champagne from a common, one hundred credit bottle?" He turned to Jay. "This is unacceptable. I feel led on."

"Dude, knock off the theatrics," Jay snorted. "I can't tell the difference either. Just pour me a damn glass and stop pretending like you're better than us."

Cas laughed as Miles pulled a face and reluctantly filled four flutes with the sparkling, yellow drink. The two high borns took half for themselves, leaving the other two for the prince and Iris. Cas nodded when Iris offered to get one for him, not wanting to move while she was still using him for support on the ground. Though he really couldn't tell the difference between cheap and quality champagne, he still liked the refreshing taste of the drink.

Once they all had a glass in hand, Jay lifted his in a toast. "To pulling off the most successful prison break the capital has ever seen!"

"Cheers," Cas said in unison with Miles, grinning as he raised his own glass and then brought it to his lips to take a swig of the champagne.

[User]
"I guess that's true, you must have attended quite a few events by now." Iris chuckled as he agreed, but only because they were served at every formal event in Aspiria. A part of her had wondered what it was like to attend such formal events, parties and wear such lavish clothing. Dresses that she could never in her lifetime afford but it was hard not to dream about wearing such things or attending parties when she had never experienced it in her lifetime. Though she wouldn't openly admit it, that at heart she'd love to dress up in an expensive dress and attend a party. It can never happen though; I'm always going to be his secret. Thinking on it some more Iris couldn't help but find it hard picturing herself at his side, there was no way they could be in the public eye together. They wouldn't be a normal couple, though what was really normal about their relationship?

Listening to the boys call each other names and discuss about the alcoholic beverages Iris quietly took her own glass as well as one for Cas handing it to him as she settled back using him as a back rest. Listening as they spoke, she heard how Cas couldn't taste the difference between the expensive drinks and it made her feel a little better. That even he didn't know the super expensive wines or champagnes, it was strange that it made her feel better, but she knew it was due to the fact she was not versed in all of this. Keeping quiet as Miles' over exaggerated the fact Caspian didn't know the difference she found herself getting a little upset, though she kept the smile holding back any sort of emotion. The whole idea of a one thousand credit champagne just made her feel sick, there was so much more to life than this kind of luxury it was hard not to get caught up in it.

Holding the flute in her hand she glanced at the expensive liquid in the glass, somewhat nervous to even try it as she raised her glass with the others. Not saying cheers because she knew her voice would betray her and again this was meant to be a happy moment and she didn't want to bring it down. Especially when she didn't think they would understand why, Caspian might but the other two she doubted they would get it. Raising the glass, she took a sip trying not to pull a face at the liquid that she tasted, it was certainly not for her and she couldn't picture herself drinking it.

People pay this kind of money to drink this? Thinking to herself as she held the glass in her lap barely touched. Maybe it's because I'm just not versed in this, I wasn't raised on this so of course I wouldn't like it. Trying to keep positive about the small things, it didn't matter that she didn't like it anyway. The only thing that bothered her was then potential judgement from those in the room.

[Assistant]
"I have," Cas rubbed his arm as he admitted that he'd attended formal events often. After visiting the districts—if 'visiting' was even the right word for it—he was a little uncomfortable talking about the life of luxury that he was accustomed to. It wasn't something that he could feel guilty about, since it hadn't been his choice to be born into royalty. However, knowing that Iris had been poor for the entirety of her life made it awkward to discuss things like balls and gallas that she could never attend. "Honestly, they're a little overrated," he went on. "I've always preferred the atmosphere of the bars a lot more, because everyone is so much looser and more fun. The people who show up for formal events are pretty snobbish, and they spend all their time gossiping about anyone who doesn't look or act in ways that they've decided are acceptable in high society."

"Yeah, even my family doesn't like going when we get invitations," Miles nodded in agreement. "I'm pretty sure my mom and dad purposefully take on jobs overseas whenever there's a galla, just so they have an excuse not to show up. My sister is the only one who gets excited about going."

"That's because her life's goal is to be a sugar baby," Jay snickered.

"I wish I could say you were wrong, but she's told me that almost word-for-word before," Miles wrinkled his nose. "It's so creepy watching her flirt with all the old men at those events like she's trying to be picked to join one of them at their playboy manors."

"It'll be even creepier if her plan works and one of them proposes to her," Jay teased. "Imagine having a seventy-year-old brother-in-law!"

Miles gagged in disgust.

When they drank their champagne, Caspian held the cool liquid on his tongue for a second before he swallowed it, enjoying the crisp flavor. He'd silently limited himself to one glass, since it would take some time before he wanted to get drunk again, so he was savoring the contents of his glass. He didn't want to burn through it too quickly or he wouldn't have any to sip at when their food arrived. The light champagne would pair nicely with the salmon pizza he'd ordered, and he was just enough of a connoisseur to appreciate the combination of flavors. Just because he had a hard time distinguishing between cheap and luxury wines didn't mean he didn't like rich meals, after all.

"This was a great choice, Cas," Miles nodded approvingly as he set his flute back down on the table. It seemed like he and Jay were pacing themselves too, because the glass was still more than halfway full.

"Thanks," he replied. In truth, he'd just grabbed one of the first bottles he'd seen on the shelf, but he was glad that his selection was praised. He glanced down at Iris, noticing that she had only taken one small sip of her drink. Remembering that she'd liked mimosas when they had shared drinks at his family's private bar, he was a little surprised that she was hardly touching her beverage now. He couldn't tell if she was drinking slowly because she didn't like it or if she just wasn't very interested in having alcohol at the moment, but either way, he wanted to assure her that she didn't have to feel pressured to conform.

Subtly, he reached down to rest his free hand in his lap, touching her upper back gently with his fingers and tracing absentminded patterns on her skin.

"So, how have you been doing since we busted you out of the hospital, Iris?" Jay asked, taking no notice of the prince's discreet gesture behind her head. "You've got more color in your cheeks today. Seems like you're getting on despite the fact that you're stuck here with Miles."


[System]
Themes
Hysteria-Nano
Fine on the Outside

Status
A Phoenix Wing Member. Has Second Origin Unlocked. Emotionally unstable.
Age
19

Birthday:
July 30

Magic
Transformation Magic- Karn has the ability to transform into any living creature be it beast or human as long as he has seen it. The bigger and more powerful the transformation is, the more magic it uses.

It is a powerful magic that comes with a high risk. If the user should get too stressed out, feel a abundant amount of negative dark feelings such as doubt, low self esteem or confidence, and most of all fear while in another form. This risks losing their normal self to the one they currently are in. Acting to what the user believed the transformation would act. For example, a cat. A cat would meow and not talk, eat fish and chase mice and sleep quite a bit during the day. All the user would act like, believing he was just a cat. The user uses up all of their magic, staying transformed until the magic is out. This of course, can lead to death due to a Mage's life force connected with their magic.

Eastern Chimera Slayer Magic- Eastern Chimera Magic utilizes the power of Solarlight Fire, using the sun's light as energy. It consists of very hot fire attacks based on the sun's core to make scorching attacks. Users can eat fire to gain strength, but this is most effective during sunlight. Fire is still edible during dark, but not too effective as a energy source. Fire and light attacks are not effective against this user.

Eastern Chimera Roar: A powerful breath attack that unleashes a destructive blast of golden flames, burning and penetrating anything in its path with destructive force.

Eastern Chimera Solar Claw: Hands/paws are encased with golden flames to shape giant claws and strike at foes in a melee offense.

Eastern Chimera Golden Flame Armor: The body is encased in golden flames in order to create a sort of offensive barrier that burns those that touches it.

Eastern Chimera Healing Tongue: Using the light in order to heal physical injuries with the tongue and seal a ally's wound.

Eastern Chimera Fist: Encases the user's hand in golden flame to increase punching attack.

Eastern Chimera Bite: The user's mouth emits golden flames, creating golden flame fangs and making a powerful crunching motion to the opponent.

Eastern Chimera Tail Slam: Golden Flames shape a Eastern Chimera tail to slam against opponents. Stretching out to increase range.

Eastern Chimera Explosion: Fire erupts from the body like a bomb, causing a explosion of flame in a area of effect attack.

Regular Transformations

Karn's currently most powerful form. Being both a powerhouse and a speedy creature. With deadly claws, fangs and horns. It has a tough hide, and heals faster then average forms. Karn is able to keep this form for a week straight without battle.

A large venomous snake that is large enough and big enough to wrap itself around a human. It's poison can be deadly if not properly treated. Though the antidote is commonly known for this type of snake. It also secretes a paralyzing venom that is temporary, length depends on the person's body. Karn can last two weeks in this form.

Not necessarily a strong creature, being a regular house cat, but a few scratches still doesn't feel good! Plus it's adorable and Karn often likes being it since it does not require as much magical energy. Karn can last a month in this form or any small form.

Also not necessarily a strong creature and is more used as a resting form for the user. A sub species of the Eastern Chimera. This is one form that does not hinder the user by using up magic. Used to help heal and rest magical energy. It's pretty small, about the size of a cat with a long tail like the Eastern Chimera. It can breathe a puff of golden solar flame, fly, and climb but is otherwise pretty useless in a fight.

Pegasus's are known to be fast rideable flyers, big enough to fly with two people. They are not real fighters, having very little to defend themselves. Still they are both fleet footed on land and in the sky. Making a excellent way of travel. So Karn doesn't usually transform into it unless he needs to get somewhere. Karn can last two weeks in this form.

Magic Level
A

History
Karn grew up in a fairly small eastern town, he had loving parents and a elder brother. However, at the age of six, his mother had gotten caught in a storm during a fishing trip she took him on, inevitebly drowning to her death. He had barely survived the incident. When his father realized what happened, he became depressed and started to drink more. Karn's elder brother had to work hard in order to keep them fed. Their father was a bad alcoholic, and took out his frustrations on Karn, blaming him for his mother's death and ended up doing quite a bit of horrific things a parent can do to a child. Karn's elder brother ignored him, wanting no part in his younger brother's or was simply too busy to pay any mind to anything.

At the age of ten, Karn discovered his magical ability when he accidentally changed into a cat in order to get away from his father. When his father discovered such a ability, Karn was disowned and kicked out of the house, raving about how his magic proved he was a devil's child that only killed and destroyed. He wandered the lands for around a month before bumping into a guild wizard who happened to have transformation magic. Since his mother died, Karn hadn't smiled so big after meeting his Master, Rian. A powerful woman who treated her pupil like a son. For years he trained under her, while listening her tales on guild life and how it was like a real family. Karn craved such a livelihood, and after his master mysteriously disappeared, he continued traveling the land in order to search for her and join a guild he can call a home.

Personality
Karn is a pretty carefree fun loving girlish man. He honestly could be mistaken either gender due to his pretty looks. Although unexpectedly, he seems to rather enjoy playing either role. He's pretty playful and often a curious sort who ends up getting into a bit of trouble on his own. He revels in making friends and attempting to please others to the best of his abilities. He's a bit immature and acts just like a child, while being a bit directionally challenged, but when push comes to shove in a serious situation, he will fight for his friends to his grave. He's highly dependent, seeming to favor other words highly and gets lonely easily. He also trusts easily, which can lead into him being take advantage of. Karn also has several animal like habits. Like licking himself, sniffing things, playing with yarn balls, and other things.

Team Members
Trinity?

Three Strengths
1. His Chimera form has a tough hide, strength and speed.
2. He's friendly and kind hearted.
3. Brave(except with water) and loyal in and out of battle.

Three Weaknesses
1. He has a terrifying fear of water. Of any kind.
2. Tends not to be much of a thinker and often thinks of others before himself.
3. His Father.

Greatest Love
Watermelon and cute fluffy animals.

Motivation
Friendship

Stands around 5'0 and his build seems fairly lean and small though he has a pretty toned body due to his years of training. Though he's usually still mistaken as girlish sometimes. His Guildmark is a teal color and on the left side of his neck. Wears usually raggedy clothes of a holed up black jacket, grey shirt, and black pants.

Additional Details

- He doesn't enjoy transforming into bugs. Finding the experience weird and freaky.

- Be it oceans, rivers, lakes, rain, or a glass of water... Karn will freak out.

- He seems to enjoy dancing, singing and cross dressing.

- He dreams of seeing a dragon so he can transform into one.

- He's a pretty good tracker, and utilizes his animal form's senses well.

- He can actually cook pretty well.

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@Oblivion666@Lugubrious
Marlene Evangeline

Even as the devastating beam of red and black energy approaches Marlene, she did not shred a single sweat of regret. She was going to take this bitch down, even if it kills her in the process. She quickly jumps over the beam and lands, continuing to give pace. Sure it destroyed the darts, but what did it matter? It then appears as Argus wanted to fight in a classic sword duel. Knowing that his sword was no ordinary one, she creates a sword of her own, not with regular quartz, but with the gemstone opal instead. Opal was a pretty strong and durable stone, which is able to withstand the blows of dark-infected weaponary and attacks.

"Crystal Make: Sword of Opal!"

She then prepares her sword in an attack stance as she points it towards Argus. At that point, Jane and Riona finally came on scene, only to be standed down by Marlene's opponent.

"Jane, this is between her and me, and since she doesn't seem like the type to give up easy, don't interfere. I want to end this here and now so I don't have to deal with her crazy ass again."

"That bitch caused me and my friends trouble yesterday, must I not forget she also stripped me and Mr. Oni too!" Marlene responds angrily, "I'm just returning to give him the punishment he fucking deserves!"

"No matter how fine of an ass it is. Do you really think you can handle this, Glasses? Cause I don't think you're ready for what you've just signed up for."

Marlene's anger begins to slowly rise, her eyes already glowing furiously green with determination.

"Avast, ya skirt wearin' gut ache! Belay that nonsense!" Jane would bellow.

Yet the words would have no impression on Marlene.

"On the contrary..." the Crystal Maiden growls at Argus, "It is YOU who has signed your death wish!"

She then burrows her sword into the ground, and swipes it towards Argus, unleashing a fast beam of energy towards the opponent. And even if he were to block it, this would give Marlene enough time to lunge at her opponent, perhaps locking swords in the process...

[Assistant]
ENMA and DALTON

Now that Marlene had left, it was only the archer, oni, and Exceed left in an uncomfortable silence. He was only joking before, but did Marlene actually have a thing for Nolan? Poor girl, he'll never be able to love her due to his fear though he wouldn't say that in front of Samir since she would most likely give him a firm kick in the nuts and he needed those. Also she doesn't like him enough as it is and he didn't need to say anything that will offer him a few arrows in his chest. He should probably shift it to some other topic. "So...Are you new to Phoenix Wing or something? Nolan never mentioned someone like you before. The name's Enma, mage of Frenzy Plant and friend of Nolan. Yours?"

"Ya just tryin' to find a chance to hit on her aren't ya?"  Dalton stated, hoping to ruin any chance for Enma to get any leeway that the oni would get from Samir. Enma gave him a stern glare while the Exceed just whistled innocently with his hands in his pockets. The Exceed was pushing his luck. If she wasn't here, Enma would've punt him out of the stadium.

NOLAN

Nolan walked around with his pipe in his mouth, puffing rings from his lips. Right now he just wanted to relax and stroll around the stadium before heading back to Phoenix Wing's stand when the fights begin. After the day he had yesterday he needed some time to be alone. As serene and calm he felt right now, it disappeared in an instant as his women instincts kicked in. He had somehow wandered within the range of sight of Sayatachi, a women with more colors than a damn rainbow. Instantly he turned on his heel and tried to get away from her before he got into any sort of situation from the over the top woman. He figured out that women were starting to desire him and by god he was trying to stay away from any of them if they weren't people he knew.

FERRIS

He smiled tiredly at Jess and chuckled. "Yeah, I'm a bit tired thanks to you. I don't know what we did last night, but whatever it was, it was intense." Ferris gave her a playful wink and leaned forward to the microphone. "We're going to be resuming to the fights very soon. As it is now it's anyone game to win! Will Frenzy Plant follow up with a great win today? Will Tough Love turn this whole thing around? Will Iron Enigma and Dragon Fang catch up? Hold on to your seats folks because we're going to have even crazier matches than yesterday!" The model leaned back in his seat and yawned, laying his head on Jess' shoulder with a playful grin.

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Edo-Karn || Streets of Crocus

Karn gave a soft sigh as she was rid of inconvenient presence for a moment but perked a bit as this bodies sensitive ears caught on to a couple of familiar voices. Emerald eyes glancing toward the direction, she tore them away just as quickly as she realized who they were. Damian and James. How fitting this world has them together as well. Smash the hammer into her face more why don't you fate?

She couldn't look toward James so much and was slightly glad he left. She rather not have her unstable mind dig up her James from the grave.

Damian was the one to come over and slapped her on the back, making her upper body slightly thrust foreword but managed to catch herself. This body may be male, but this world's Karn was just as small as her. And was quite the short stuff compared to boys like Damian and James. If this Damian was like hers, he was a sort of swordsman, and his arms were pretty well developed. By what she felt, it seemed this one wasn't much of a slouch physically at least.

By bits of memory, this Karn had a memory of Damian killing people. And something about a Dragon. She despised the thought of a Phoenix Wing condoning killing. She supposed she shouldn't quite care as much in this case since it was in this world on their terms. They were different Guild's, despite the same name and mark. It did irritate her with Sasha's world's since the actions given aren't shown. Making it feel like she was just being lied to.

Seemed Damian was congratulating this Karn's victory yesterday. Too bad his Karn wasn't awake. She wished he bloody would.

"Yeah. Thanks." Karn glanced at him. Her Damian left some time ago after James died. In a way. She had lost both Guild Members. Another failure to add to the list she supposed.

"What have you been up to?" she asked, still feeling rain splash against her. She wondered how resilient this body was against cold, especially in these ragged clothes.

Apparently, this Damian and Penny were in a sort of relationship. Karn sorta wanted to mess with him with her earlier action toward his girlfriend. Then she remembered this Penny was also the genderbent Pen and she couldn't help but imagine her Damian and Pen together. She had to pierce her lips together in order not to laugh. Whenever she got home and saw her friends... She's totally picking on her Damian over this.


[System]
Age:
22

Appearance:

Gender:
Male
Background:
From youth, he was raised in a family of butlers. Training each day from already at the age of 6, he learned a plethora of things to get him started. Basic cooking, cleaning, and social mannerisms were the base of all of his current knowledge. This leads to more advanced skills such as simple knife combat, marksmanship skills, intellectual studies, and even learning the right temperature for a room to be in. His constant dream of being adored by his master and to reach the rank of Master Butler always motivated him to get better and work even harder day after day.
The dream was ruined from an unfortunate accident while teaching one of his younger siblings how to drive...resulting in his early death at the age of 22. However, the butler was luckily somehow chosen by fate and was resurrected at the Adventurer's Stop and Quest Cafe. Now endlessly working on his skills to become a Master Butler, Quinton works underneath Skylar with utmost loyalty for the title and to fulfill his legacy/dream.
Equipment:
* Handkerchief of Magical Detection - Quinton's handkerchief in his upper left chest that is found in the pocket there, shines and heats up depending on the spell's power and threat level that is occurring in a large range
* Bracelet of Many (normal use) - A bracelet of sorts that is under Quinton's right wrist sleeve that holds five items: a M1911 Handgun, an anti-anything knife, a first aid kit, an extra magazine for said gun, and an emergency teleport crystal back to the Cafe
* Suit of Resist Magic - The butler uniform Quinton wears grants his normal Magic Resistance to almost any spell, which gets amplified in its defenses when in the grounds of the Cafe

Name: Quinton
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Status (wealth) : Unknown
Appearance + Mask : Usual Butler Attire with a orange mask covering only his eyes
Any weapons to be brought in: His usual Bracelet of Holding and Detection of Magic Handkerchief
Job/Occupation: Butler
Personality: Straight-Forward (most of the time), Cheerful, Loyal, and Most of All...Polite!
Backstory: Works at a strange dimensional inn but came to the ball as a side job to raise more funds for the inn.

[User]
The king of Afterclaw proceeds down the hallways of his castle, servants scuttling in his wake as he fits a snug mask over his ancient but handsome features. He reaches the guards stationed at the main door and nods at them, once before giving a command.
"Open the Gates"

[Assistant]
The wind blew on that glorious night of the Masquerade. The weather wasn't too hot, too cold, not in Indigo's opinion. No, the weather was just perfect for dancing with fair maidens, flirting with a princess or two, drinking the night away... And, of course, stealing the King of Afterclaw's treasures. Yes... That most certainly was the highlight of this trip.

Stepping out of the carriage, the brunette looked around him with an aura of elegance. People knew who Duke Indigo was; a man of pure kindness and a humble thinking process. He wasn't supposed to walk by a poor, homeless hag without sparing a gold coin. That was who Duke Indigo was, but that most certainly didn't speak for the selfish Frederick. The thief who was on the loose for countless bounties of theft, and he was possibly charged with murder. But no one would find out it was Frederick under the metaphorical mask; instead, it would be Indigo under the literal mask on his face.

He dipped his head to a group of women passing by and approached them. "Ah," one woman began, looking in her thirties, "if it isn't Duke Indigo of Rendisone! I didn't expect you to be here."

Indigo laughed and shook his head. "My dear lady, I've never had the time in the past to come... Work projects, certain happenings at the mansion... I thought I would stop thinking about work and come have some fun for once. I am quite excited for what lies ahead." The women laughed with him, going on ahead into the party as he was stopped by a guard. "Ah, yes... Invitation."

He dipped his hand into his coat pocket, pulling out the paper for him. The guard checked it, then looked at Indigo's eyes under the mask. "Any weapons we need to know about, Duke? It'd be a shame if we were to have you kicked out during the festivities."

Indigo smiled kindly at the guard. This smile was fake, but it didn't seem fake to the man in front of him. It even seemed fake to the female guard that approached to listen to the Duke. "Why would I need a weapon?" He laughed like a carefree sailor, his body covered by the black cape he was wearing. Even if they tried, they would be able to find the dagger... Or so he hoped. "I promise you, if anything goes badly or someone sneaks in unauthorized, I trust you guards to take care of it. Ta ta~!" He moved swiftly past the two and into the party, prepared for whatever might come at him.

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Naina got ready. Fitting the shoulder less dazzling white gown over herself. It had a full skirt with a lacy navy bow in the back and glittered with small navy blue diamonds stitched in at the edges. She fit her mask over her face and left her tiara in its special box. No one should know who she was, obeying the rules of the masquerade and if she wore her tiara it would give it away for sure. She went out of her room where the guards stationed there bowed at her. She exited the palace by using the garden door and then winding all the way back to the front to enter like every other guest did. She reached the guards at the front and handed them her invitation. She murmured something under her breath to them, to let them know that she was the princess so they could look out for her before entering the huge ballroom. Once inside she saw a man with brunette hair who was looking around him. She swept her skirts around her and made her way to him. She gave a small smile and a greeting.
"How are you finding the ball so far?"She asks him.

[Assistant]
Rosetta was filled with anxiety, she couldn't believe she had managed such an invitation. Although at the same time this hadn't beem her first time attending such an event since her father was so well known in the upper class world.

Rosetta patted off her emerald green ball gown as she exited her coach. She held herself tall as she walked eloquently to the gates. Around which the gardens were absolute perfection!
"Stunning! Very well taken care of which I absolutely impressive what they much pay in their up keep" Rosetta said aloud to herself before noticing the guard.

She hurried to him amd handed him her invite, "Rosetta Marie Holland my good sir." The guard just looked at the paper and nodded, "Any weapons Miss.Holland?" Rosetta smiled a lovely smiled and with a bit of flushed cheeks she leaned to him and said, "If I were to say yes would you give me a full search? I might enjoy a pat down from someone as muscular as you." She giggled and then waved to the guard, "I am sorry just having a bit of fun I am actually rather nervous I have no need for weapons." The guard opened the door for her then seeming rather unphased by her playful joke so Rosetta just adjusted her mask and stepped inside.

Looking around she seen two others nearest the door, finding it better to avoid people for now she made her way to the banquets to find herself a snack. This she had hoped would ease her nerves. Rosetta was not a child anymore and wouldn't be sent to the children's wing for a ball, no this time she was stuck here to mingle and hopefully not embarrass herself.

[User]
Quinton

The young butler started to head into the castle through the side as the invitation to work as a temporary butler to a noble for the night was allowed by his Cafe's boss, Skylar. It was quite surprising that he would get an invitation to anywhere, and even more so to a fancy ball such as this event. His red mask to cover his eyes, he heads through the security checkpoint without too much trouble...not really worried that his Bracelet of Holding nor Handkerchief of Magical Detection would get him in trouble. The fancy suited butler decided to find a noble that seemed to need his attention and commit himself to attending to her, preferably a her, for the ball. After all, he kept having an itching feeling to serve a person and ended up using his Handkerchief to look for a magical individual if possible. Eventually, he reaches a noble youthful lady of sorts and does a deep bow to her.

"Good evening madam, my name is not of high honor nor nobility. Tis just a normal name called Quinton and I have come upon a troubling predicament. You see, I was somehow allowed to participate in the ball as a guest though I am merely a servant...however, I do have a strange feeling to do my actual duties in aiding a person. If you don't mind, would it be alright if I served as your butler for the night? Whatever the lady desires within fit and mature matters, I will do my best to accomplish it."

[Assistant]
Western formal wear was definitely something else. Khalid didn't completely understand the point of a shirt, and a tie, and a vest, and a jacket, but it was what the Westerners did and he didn't feel like standing out tonight. Besides, the suit was a beautiful silver color with a long back and he rather liked it. So maybe there was something to suits after all.

Once he was sure his tie was on properly, he put his mask on and did a double check in the mirror. To him, his eyes still stood out as being not very human, but the gold of the mask seemed to down-play the flickering light a bit. Hopefully it would be a decent enough disguise.

He double-checked to make sure he had his invitation - something he was still rather surprised he had received - and before he knew it, he was at the gates.

Khalid offered his invite and allowed the guard to pat him down for weapons, and then he was allowed in. If there was any place to make trade agreements, this would be the place, and Khalid fully intended to take the opportunity.

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Indigo smiled at the woman. She looked fine; beautiful dress, beautiful mask, beautiful face... He wondered if she was nobility or just a pretty peasant. Regardless, he bowed to her lowly. "Ah, milady," he said, voice full of velvet. He looked around him one last time before staring into her face. "The ball? It's fantastic, so far. I've only just come in, so I'm not quite sure what to think of it... I'm ready to have some fun around here; dancing, eating, chatting with beautiful women such as yourself... I'm ready for all of it."

He was also ready to sneak away during the party to take a good look at the King's treasury. He would never mention that to someone, though, especially since the king was possibly nearby. He eyed around the room for the male; no one, just a butler and another fair looking woman, and a fancy man walking into the ball. Nothing suspicious, nothing out of the ordinary... This was going to be an easy one.

Indigo looked at the woman. "I am Indigo. And who might you be, young woman? Possibly nobility? I wouldn't be surprised if you were, if I might say so myself."

[Assistant] ñåïñå §ïlvêr¢ïr¢lê @sharksamaNaina smiled as she talked to Indigo. He had something about him that made her pause for a moment. He looked as if he was thinking of something far off, his mind wasn't in the moment and that made her pause. She answered, lying "Call me Ina. And I'm not nobility."She gives a little giggle at this, as if it were absolutely preposterous for him to say that. "Just a mere seamstresses. How about you, Indigo?"

[User] "Yes thank you may I please just have a glass of wine, I prefer white but red will be alright too sir." Rosetta said as she repositioned her deer like mask. As she waited she would look around to see many more have arrived. This meant yet again she was overflowing with anxiety but a drink and little cakes should indeed help. Taking one from the table it was so beautiful! How could one eat such art!? Her stomach on the other hand was screaming 'yum!' so she ate it. The taste was amazing yet it made her more thirsty. Where was that butler?

[Assistant]
Echo smiled excitedly at the large castle. This was where the party was to take place. She adjusted her mask and tried to contain her giggles. She had recieved strange looks before because of her neverending excitement over small things, but she couldn't help it. Everything was just so amazing and exciting. How was she supposed to react?

The guards eyed her strangely as she showed them her invitation. The young woman before them seemed too young to be a jewel magnate, but that was what she was. They had heard of her of course. Everyone had. It was rumored that the royal family was looking to invest in her.

The sight of the ballroom made her stop in her tracks. Behind her mask her eyes widened, sparkling with amazement.
It was so beautiful. So grand. Echo hadn't been on land for long, but she hadn't seen anything like this so far. She had listened to the stories of others of their Wander Years and the things they had seen. She had tried to imagine it for herself, but her imagination paled in comparison to the reality before her.

There were lots of people. Men in dashing suits. Ladies in beautiful gowns. Servers gliding among them, offering food and drinks.
One of them offered her a tall thin glass of sparkling gold liquid. She took it and sipped it experimentally. Her eyes lit up and a small giggle escaped her. "It's bubbly!" she exclaimed. "What is this?"
"Champange Miss," the server said, frowning and stepping away from the girl in confusion.
"It tickles," Echo giggled as she sipped more.

Then something caught her eye and she sat her half-drunk glass down pursue her curiosity. The server sighed and shook his head. Eccentric or crazy? He wasn't certain he wanted to know which she was.

[User]
Obliged to serve, he immediately returned from receiving a cup of white wine, doing a small bow as he does so. He presents it to her with a dignified look of sorts, making sure his presentation was suitable to the young woman's desires. After all, a fancy party such as this required the butler to be even more exquisite in his mannerisms than usual. Nothing phased this hard-working butler, his attention purely devoted to his temporary mistress.

"I hope I took little time in my absence madam. It was not too much of a task to find a cup of wine for you to drink, but to find one with a proper glass that didn't have a speck of dust was rather difficult. In the end, I had to find a new bottle of white wine to crack open, and pouring it into a glass I was able to find and clean thoroughly myself. If this cup of wine isn't to your liking, feel free to ask for more madam. The name is Quinton, the butler, if you ever happen to need to call me by name."


[System]
Gender: Female

Age: 21

Career/Class: Courtesan/Duelist

Physical Description: Camilla is a medium sized woman around 5'5. She possess the slightly bronzed skin, angular features and dark hair common among Tileans. She has the smooth clean lines of a classical statue and the lean musculature of a dancer. Every part of her seems artfully contrived, as though she stepped from the canvas of a master painter. Camilla moves with deliberate grace which is appropriate to her profession.

Mental Description/Personality: Camilla is a fiery impetuous young woman. As a child she was selected from among orphan's for her physical beauty and raised to fill the role of Courtesan in the decadent courts of her native Tilea. Among her studies were poetry, dance, repartee, song, politics, literature, art and sword play.

Camilla is out of place in rough and dangerous situations, and although naturally adventurous and curious about the world she is no heroine. She has a fiery temper and has a tendency to act rather than to wait if given the chance. While technically trained with the sword, Camilla's education is that of the stylized art of the sword rather than the rough and brutal style of real combat, while she is perfectly comfortable fighting a duel to the tough for the entertainment of a crowd, she had little experience with real killing.

Camilla has a passing devotion to Randald and Shyalla, although she tends to focus on the world in front of her rather than the world beyond.

[User]
Camilla didn't panic the way she sometimes did in battle. Perhaps it was the familiar setting, or perhaps she was simply too tired. She watched the byplay silently, her eyes measuring her chances of making a break for the door and informing her that unless the guards were suddenly paralyzed there was little chance of it. The mention of a duel went off like a howitzer shell. Men and women leaped to their feet, yelling in outrage or defense of the procedure. Todbringer turned and stared levelly at the court and silence fell rapidly save for the spluttering Baron.

"This is an outrage! A duel of honor is reserved for the nobility! It isn't legal!" he roared, his voice moderating slightly as he realised he was now the lone voice in what had been a rancourous hall.

"As it happens," Todbringer said calmly, "I had my Chamberlain draw up an honorary writ of nobillity for these two last night." A murmer went around the court at that.

"Admittedly, it turns out that I mispelled their names rather badly," he went on, his voice carrying the slightest hint of amusement. A slight laugh could be heard from the more quick witted courtiers.

"This is preposterous! This cannot be legal!" the Baron spluttered, his face literally reddening with anger. Camilla willed him to apoplexy, but regrettably it did not occur.

"Enough Sir!" Todbringer snapped, roused to anger at last, "Are you to instruct me as to what is legal in my domain?" The Baron was no fool and he calmed himself quickly, if not completely.

"But he is a common soldier and she was Otto's foreign whore!"

The Count of Middenhiem stalked back to his throne, though he didn't sit.

"You will find, Herr Baron, that we here in Middenland have more respect for 'common soldiers' than you seem to, and to slander a Lady in such a manner... for shame sir." Camilla opted not to correct the Count's apparent misapprehension for the moment. Women who looked like her were much more frequently the mistresses of nobles than nobility themselves, Todbringer probably knew the remark was more true than false and she appreciated the small attempt to defend her honor.

"Herr Cydric, Lady Camilla, will you consent to the duel?" the Count asked, the look in his eye making it clear the question was a formality. Camilla wondered if they would be allowed to select champions but she nodded her agreement.

"Yes your Excellency," she responded. Todbringer nodded approvingly as Cydric echoed the sentiment.

"Well then Baron, either accept the challenge, or withdraw your accusation, because otherwise I will have no choice but to conduct a formal trial here in Middienheim, which I can assure you I will preside over and render verdict." That was a guarantee of acquittal which the Baron couldn't openly contest, although it might not stop him sending assassins after them in the future.

[Assistant]
The Baron accepted, and his best accompanied sword volunteered to join him in the duel. Events had taken place Cyrdic had never thought possible. Perhaps Ulric and Sigmar truly did watch over him. Not that a duel was being out of the fire yet. They still had to win, and Cyrdic recognized the Baron's best sword as Hans Vildenwort. Cyrdic had once seen the man best a Chosen of Chaos with his greatsword. What's more, the Baron was to fight. And while old, he had been trained in sword use, and would be wielding his Runefang.

Cyrdic called for servants to fetch his shield, as well as his Broadsword. If he was going to fight a battle of the past, he would wield the weapons of his past. Once they fell in his hands again, it felt good to feel their weight. The new Ulric sword Fjorlhaf was well made, and he had gotten used to it. But he'd use his basket hilted broadsword he'd used on campaign. With a few practice swings and shield hefts and maneuvers, he was ready.

Cyrdic pulled Camilla close to him, and whispered "Guard my flank and attack theirs. I'll hold their attention," he said with. It would be just like usual. He felt they had gotten quite good at fighting together.

With that, the Graf stood at the center of the room as the four fighters squared up, weapons at the ready. The Baron smoldered with anger, and though Hans would follow him, he gave a nod to Cyrdic. They'd fought together in the north after all, and both knew this was truly nothing personal. Cyrdic returned the gesture, saluting with his sword.

"Until one party yields, the duel shall continue." the Graf announced. "Let Ulric guide with his judgement. Begin."

"For Ostland!" Hans cried, greatsword leading as he charged. Cyrdic roared and met him in the center, doing his best to redirect his greatsword's path with own broadsword. To a weaker man, it would have been an impossible move, but he barely pulled it off, just long enough for his shield to knock aside the Baron's runefang, effectively blocking both men, though the Dwarf-forged blade cut a line atop Cyrdic's Norscan boss shield. He backstepped and riposted, but his broadsword was blocked by a deft flick from Hans.

[User]
Camilla wasn't two sanguine about their chances of defeating two warriors who probably had more combat experience between them than she and Cydric had years of life. Still it was clear that there was little choice, and things could be worse. Camilla had heard from duelists she had known, and there were many who haunted the courts of Tilea, that two men would tangle each other as much as aid each other in a duel. No doubt both of these men had spent time in military formations, but that wasn't the same thing.

While the servants went for Cydric's broadsword she made her own preperations. Drawing her dagger she cut her silk dress at mid thigh. Eliciting laughs and not a few whistles from the assembled crowd. The Graf pursed his lips, perhaps to offer her a chance to change but clearly thought better of it. There was no way she could fight in the flowing dress though and she wasn't going to die, or let Cydric die due to a petty vanity.

Cydric pulled her close and whispered his instructions and she cursed herself as they parted for not having said something more meaningful but then the duel began and both their opponents were lunging for the Ostlander. It was immediately clear that both men disregarded her as the weaker of the two fighters. That was a mistake, she was weaker than Cydric certainly, but weak didn't mean non-existant. She lunged in at the Baron, aiming the point of her rapier at his calf. The man twisted but too late to avoid the stinging cut across his leg. It wouldn't kill him, but by Ranald he would take her seriously.

There were treatises on dueling in Tilea, there were treatises on everything that might sell a book to a wealthy noble, and Camilla had read many of them in the long hours when her more active services were not required. She tried to think of this duel as those books suggested, as a battle not just of sword, but of hearts.

The Baron was a wealthy important noble. He wasn't going to risk himself for the sake of winning the duel. The greatsword was his sworn bodyguard and thus was probably more concerned with the Baron's safety than killing Cydric. Therein lay her chance. She didn't need to actually injure or kill the Baron, which was good, because either the Runefang of the greatsword might shatter her rapier with the ease of a child snapping a twig if she mistimed a parry, all she needed to do was threaten him.

With her blade extended and her dagger held in the Pavonna style, she circled right, slow cautious fencers steps bringing her onto the Baron's flank.

"Back," the Greatsword snapped, realizing the danger a moment before she could have struck. Both men backed off from Cydric giving the Ostlander some space. After a moment they tried to launch their concerted attack again but this time she was already moving. Again she circled right forcing them to withdraw before they could press her friend.

Camilla smiled winsomely at the frustrated pair.

[Assistant]
The Baron gritted his teeth in frustration. He was a bit too angry to think entirely straight, though that did not mean he wasn't dangerous and skilled in his own way. He glared daggers at Camilla, and Cyrdic backed his companion up a bit as the two groups tried to gauge a weakness in the other, or perhaps they were each suspicious the other group would charge.

"Go after the Baron," Cyrdic breathed, his voice so low he almost didn't hear it. It was true the Baron hated both of them, but he was mostly angry at Camilla for the misguided sake of his son. Cyrdic also knew Hans fighting style, at least somewhat. He wasn't sure if he could beat the Greatsword, but perhaps he could hold him off...

"Go," he growled, and suddenly Cyrdic charged, drawing their attentions with a cry to Sigmar and Ulric. Furiously he stabbed forward, and then backpedaled, blocking with his shield and hacking away weapons with his sword. Soon it was just he and Hans, neither able to gain an edge over the other as the two dueled.

As the battle commenced, Cyrdic had managed to circle himself around within striking distance of the Baron. Not with his sword, but Hans saw too late Cyrdic's proximity to his liege and Cyrdic knocked the man with his shield, stumbling him.

[User]
Camilla tried to center herself, realising that she had successfully drawn the Baron away from Cydric, but at the cost of having to face the skilled swordsman herself. The heavy runefang glittered ominously and she was acutely aware that it's blade could shear or shatter her slender weapon if she tried to block rather than parry.

There was nothing to be gained by delaying, the more she could threaten the Baron the more the Greatsword would have to think about. Sword razed in an elegant Seconde guard she stepped forward cutting the blade right in a feint before pivoting into a lightning quick riverso forcing the Baron to retreat. She kept circling, trying to back the Baron up in such a way as to foul his partner. The old warrior was having none of it, launching a vicious series chopping attacks, never quite over-extending. Camilla swept them aside with a series of intricate azioni volanti of which would have made her instructors proud.

The crowd gasped as the two very different duels developed. Camilla and the Baron fenced back and forth steel ringing on steel in a lethal dance. The Baron was stronger by far but Camilla was faster and her footwork perfect, she fought like a dancer moving through elegant steps and weaving her slender blade around her like a veil. Whenever the Baron overcommitted she took the offensive with lightning fast thrusts pushing the older warrior hard, making his heavy weapon work against him. It was a blinding display of swordsmanship and advantage swayed from one combatant to the other by the moment.

Cydric's duel by contrast emphasized strength over speed. The Greatsword was remarkable fast for the size of his blade. The great weapon chewing great chunks from Cydric's shield, hammering painful blows down Cydric's arm. The Ostlander was holding his own, using his shield to parry and then exploiting the opening with his broadsword. The weapon wasn't light but it was much faster than the heavy greatsword and Cydric was able to launch two or three blows for each one he received.

When Cydric struck the Baron Camilla took her chance, leaping forward she aimed her sword point low at the Baron's upper thigh. In the back of her mind she hoped she wasn't about to kill one of the most Important men in the Empire. It turned out she needn't have worried. The Baron dropped his Runefang and caught her by the wrist. His fingers had the strength of iron nails and she gasped in pain. Panicked she bought her dagger around in a glittering arc. Grinning the Baron caught her other wrist and a sudden hush fell over the crowd.

"Yield!" the Baron snarled, turning his head in Cydric's direction. Camilla struggled might just as well not have bothered. If Cydric did yield the two of them would be at the headsman's block by nightfall. Todbringer would see to that as infallibly as sunrise. There had to be something she could do!

"Yiel.." the Baron began to demand again. Before he could finish Camilla did something that didn't appear in any Tilean dueling manual. She tucked her chin in and drove her head forward into the Baron's face in a classic headbutt. It was a trick that Cedric had shown her. It hurt more than she thought it would but whatever she felt it was worse for the Baron. His mouth snapped shut on his tongue and he reeled back, groaning in pain. He kept his grip on her and she drove her knee into his crotch, a second maneuver that was well outside the formal strictures of a duel. The Baron staggered back, his face bloody and contorted in pain.


[System]
Niah Bautista

Character Quote: Do you so swear?

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Character Summary
Aliases: Oath Keeper
Age: 14
Birthday: Oct. 3, 2003
Ethnicity: Filipino
Birth Place: Manila, Philippines
Godly Parent: Styx
Legacy: Styx
Cohort: 2nd Cohort
How Many Years At Camp Jupiter: 2
Gender: Female
Rank: Centrion
Occupation At Camp: Oath Binder (If someone needs to swear an Oath they usually do it in front of Niah)
Languages: English, Tagalog, Latin

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Appearance
Height: 5'2"
Weight: 130lbs
Body Type: Petit
Eye Color: Golden brown
Hair Color: Brown
Skin Tone: Soft brown, naturally tanned
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears pierced, SPQR with two lines, Cohort symbol
Personal Style: Niah is sensitive to a lot of materials so she is picky with what she wears. She however does like the traditional Roman clothing and wears it a bit more often than most. If she is not wearing traditional clothing she wears jeans and t-shirts, or sundresses. She leans toward blue colors.

She wears a light amount of make-up most days and has her hair down or back in a braid. She is growing her hair longer and hasn't cut it since she joined Camp Jupiter.

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Psychology
Energetic * Picky * Friendly * Competitive * Observant * Pedantic

Sexuality: Demisexual (though she can appreciate the aesthetics of someone she doesn't know)
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Niah is fast to form opinions about people, and doesn't usually change that opinion. It doesn't help that she can tell if someone has ever broken an Oath, no matter how minor. It is amazing how disappointed you can be when you realize how often people fail to keep them. She has, because of that, made it a point to not make Oaths she can't keep.
Fatal Flaw: Personal loyalty
Habits: Chewing her lip
Hobbies: Reading, planning practice battles
Fears:
* Being forced to break an Oath, or being unable to keep it
* Riding a motorcycle (she saw a terrible accident once as a child and it is seared into her brain)
* Her sister being found dead...or worse

Likes:
* Her cohort
* War games
* Learning new things (Niah wants to attend an actual college, not the one at Camp)
* Traveling
* Reading
* Horse back riding

Dislikes:
* Oathbreakers (She loathes them)
* Bad/bitter food
* Itchy clothing
* Birds (stupid nest outside her childhood bedroom window woke her up too early)
* Apples
* Bad movie remakes of good movies
* Fauns

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Skills
Demigod Abilities:
* Oaths (Niah inherently knows if someone has made an oath and if they've ever broken one)
* Odikinesis

General Skills:
* First aid
* Law
* Botony
* Horseback riding
* Conflict management
* Roman Mythology

Combat Skills:
* Short sword
* Siege engine
* Military tactics
* Use of Odikinesis to distract or demoralize enemies

Magic Item:
* Vial with a bit of River Styx in it (given to her the one time she met her mother)
* Imperial gold short sword, sits invisibly on her back

What Do They Carry On Them:
* Clothing - A light summer dress, and sandals.
* Purse/Wallet - about $30 in USD, and 20 Denarius coins
* Backpack
* Current reading book
* A notebook (with some sketches and notes)
* A pen
* spare hair tie
* Advil
* Chapstick
* A bottle of nectar
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Possessions In Bunk:
* Spare clothes
* A secondary, non-magical weapon
* A photo of her family (Sister, brother, father, and stepmom)
* A trophy from a fight that she had on her way to camp
* An extra blanket
* A reading flashlight
* Her next few books that she plans to read
* Lotion
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History

Biography Niah was born in the Philipines. Her father already had a daughter, Dalisay. He never spoke about her mother, or Niah's. Niah knew something was odd about herself though. She could tell when someone had made an Oath, and more importantly when they had broken that oath. Her first memory was realizing someone her father trusted had broken an oath.

Niah argued with her father saying the man was untrustworthy. Imagine a two-year-old telling you someone you trusted was untrustworthy. Her father didn't take it well and he put Niah into a time out. While she was in the time out her sister tried to cheer her up by showing Niah her own magic. Neither realized how different they really were from the rest of the world because they had each other. A few months after the fight the man betrayed their father and he apologized to Niah. The two became close after that.

Their father married, and they had a son. Niah liked her step-mother because she had never broken an Oath. Things were normal in their home that was until Dalisay disappeared one day when Niah was 12. Her father at that point explained that Niah was the daughter of a goddess and it was time for her to attend a special school in America. He gave her a letter from Niah's mother, the goddess of Oaths. With that making sense, Niah went to America. Her father had given her little direction, but it was through a series of incidences that Niah ended up at the Wolf House. Lupa put her through the usual testing and sent her to Camp Jupiter.

How Long Have They Been At Camp Jupiter: Niah had a hard time moving up from Probatio, while she had good lineage she was not the best at fighting and ended up earning her rank as Legionnaire by performing a great deed about three months before her first year was up. She was good at tactics and made a small name for herself in the games with that skill. She quickly became known as the Oath Keeper and was usually told to be present when someone was about to leave for a mission. Niah started witnessing all Oaths, it helped people remember how important the oaths were putting a face to it. With the new title of Oath Binder, she was also promoted to Centurion, it helped keep the lines of who was in charge better. Niah wasn't particularly excited about the change and for the most part deferres to her counterpart in the 2nd cohort.

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Additional Information

Theme Song: Promises I can't Keep - Mike Shinoda

Extra Information: See Andy's cs
I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.

[User]
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☀ Nancy Parker ☀

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Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota
Skills: N/A

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 Nancy caught her flask, glad to see her friend hydrated and healed, and she put it away. She hated alcohol, so the flask may have appeared to be something uncharacteristic for her to own. It had been her mother's. It was the only thing that Nancy still had of hers. She had issues with her mother - loads of them, really - but as her mother was long dead there wasn't much that could be done about it. She kept the flask anyways. It was useful to have nectar on hand as a demigod. Whenever she thought about it too much, Nancy reassured herself it was purely out of practicality that she kept it.

 "Beyond taking back the gem?" Nancy teased Mads lightly. She then frowned, thinking it over. "I guess the first question is - are we going to kill the dragon or just steal from it? I feel like we'll inevitably have to kill it, so maybe we can engineer some traps. Like... cause a large chunk of Mount Rushmore to fall on top of it somehow?" Nancy suggested. "Or I can scream at it until it dies, but that might take a while."

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Niah Bautista

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Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota
Skills:

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"I can distract it while one of you goes for the gem. Once we have the gem we can either escape or kill it?" Niah would be perfectly happy dropping the whole of the mountain on the dragon if it came to that. She wasn't totally excited about the idea of playing distraction for the dragon, but she was decent enough with a sword, and out of the three of them could fly which gave her an advantage that the other two didn't have. As long as she was able to control the armor...and more importantly it didn't turn out to be cursed. A part of her still expected something to go wrong and the armor to try to kill her.

"Mads...Do you think you could make yourself invisible? Long enough to get the gem and get out?" Niah wasn't certain if the ability was possible, or if Mads had the strength after climbing. She still looked exahusted. "Even better if you can do it to both of you and you guys get in and out without being seen. Hopefully, the dragon doesn't have any extra back up." She looked toward their goal. They could sit and watch for a bit and see if they saw other creatures.

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Madalyne Crane

Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota.
Skills: Mist Control

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"Lets bring the mountain down on him as a last option or if we have to absolutely fight him." Madalyne suggested as she thought for a moment and looked over seeing a few Harpies flying into one of the president's noses as another entrance. "Great this is also a nest for harpies it looks like." Madalyne said with a sigh as she listened to Niah she was a bit tired but she still had enough strength to keep going right now as she thought of an idea.

"I have a bit of an idea it might be a bit weird." Madalyne said as she sat down for a moment and started to concentrate the three of them would feel a breeze going around them, and then three misty figures appeared behind Madalyne and then eventually detail came through as she managed to recreate mist versions of them. She stood up and turned to look at them then over towards Nancy and Niah and smirked at her handy work a bit proud of herself. "Hopefully these will work as a nice distraction, meet your twins." Madalyne said proudly. "I am using all of my concentration on the three of them though so I can't really use magic to make us invisible, so we have will have to sneak in while our mist clones distract our flying lizard buddy."

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☀ Nancy Parker ☀

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Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota
Skills: Audiokinesis

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 Nancy pouted slightly. It would've been so wicked cool to drop a mountain on a dragon - especially one, as Niah had pointed out, that was basically racist. She wasn't very surprised about the lair being next to a harpy nest, especially after they had just fought a bunch of harpies just to get up here - it made sense. They probably enjoyed stealing things from tourists or whatever when they were around and Nancy doubted people were free climbing enough to make them relocate. Although, she did wonder - did dragons eat harpies?

 Nancy whistled softly, appreciating the mist clones Mads had made. "Damn, we look good," Nancy quipped. They just needed to sneak in now, take the gem, and then be on their merry way - quest over and done with. "I think I have an idea on how to help, quiet's never been my thing but..." she concentrated, and it took her a few tries, but she managed to soften all of the noises the trio made. Their footsteps would be quieter, their heartbeats a little softer, their breath more muted. She held up a finger to her lips, gesturing for them to be quiet, and Nancy began to sneak her way into the cave. Inside, she saw an insane amount of gold, as well as a dragon sleeping - and the gem!

[User]
Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota
Skills: Armor Control

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"Oh fine, we won't destroy the national monument to old white guys." Niah said, though she was amused. She didn't want to take off the armor considering it both offered protection and the ability to fly if one of the harpies or the dragon decided to toss her off the mountain. At least it only appeared that the armor was difficult to start using. She'd have to practice that...a lot.

She followed beside Nancy and Mads into the dragon's lair. There was so much gold. It was enough to make Scrooge McDuck feel poor. She wondered if they'd be able to take some back. With that kind of gold that could buy everyone in camp their own...anything. They could buy a school bus, or even just a dang truck so people wouldn't have to hitchhike or catch trains for their quests. Though that was part of the point of a quest so the truck would probably break down or end up possessed or something equally impeding.

She assessed the situation. Getting to the Gem would be impossible to do without making noise...on foot. She could fly over to it. Niah concentrated and felt the armor respond to her desires. She flew over to the Gem and picked it up. Touching it sort of set her teeth on edge. Like something was wrong with it. She looked at the Dragon hoping it was still sleeping. No such luck it was waking up.

Niah threw the Gem at Mads, seeing that her friend was watching her. Mads caught the Gem and Niah flew in a complicated pattern trying to keep the Dragon's attention before flying over and joining the illusions of the group. "Run!" She shouted. It seemed like the Dragon was falling for the ruse. It at least didn't seem like it knew which group was which.


[System]
With messy and overgrown hair that looks chestnut under a bright light but otherwise appears raven-black and can never be tamed with a comb, Ming Hua (or Noah, he has no preference) has a rather scruffy appearance. Thin and lanky, with lean muscles that aren't prominent enough to intimidate anyone, really, Ming Hua is made up entirely of odd edges and curves, tapered fingers and chin and olive skin. He stands 1.77m (5'8") and weighs 55kg (121lb), making for a slight and lightweight figure. He has black eyes that glitter when he smiles, and grow – somehow – darker when he glowers. He looks fine-boned, delicate even, but he can hold his own fair enough. He has a mouth that loves to curve into a smile – the smaller and more teasing, the better – and feet that are quick to side-step him out of any sticky situation.
Age:15
Gender:Male
Birthday:30 November
Age:Mutant

Power: SpeedAs is probably easy to guess, Ming Hua can accelerate incredibly fast. He has always liked to sprint, used to spend his days running away from a raised hand, but that has taken on new meaning now that he could probably run a hundred-meter dash under three seconds without losing breath. He used to perform magic tricks to entertain the younger kids in his primary school, and sleight of hand has reached new levels now that his agility has improved tremendously. Landing punches on him or focusing on him as a target in general is made more difficult when Ming Hua just can't keep still.

Coates
Personality:Ming Hua is deft when he moves, and his tongue is just as smart and quick. Often delivering raw truth in more palatable forms of raw humour, he prefers not to bar honesty from people. He tends to say lack of integrity is a form of disrespect – and he does believe that, to a degree – but he really just enjoys being frank. Mostly because he is his own harshest critic, and isn't inclined to spare others from his barbed tongue. At the same time, this doesn't define Ming Hua as a heartless boy who will crush souls and dreams and call it a game. He is a decent human being, with empathy and compassion, and he tries to treat others the way he would like to be treated.

He can be deceptive at times, and when the going gets tough he will not be afraid to do what it takes to survive. But on a good day, he's largely a pacifist: meaning that, in a confrontation, he would rather negotiate a compromise rather than bulldoze his way over the opposite party, simply because he wouldn't like to be steamrolled over himself. It makes the confrontation less fun, and short-lived. Ming Hua isn't innocent to the ills that plague the world; he's seen them, and experienced some. But when it comes to worldly matters, he could be considered relatively fresh-faced.

He has a persistence about him that has borne him far in his brief lifespan and, when coupled with a penchant for laughter and cheekiness, moulds the mischievous boy you see before you, with a heart stemmed in sobriety and a – very much hidden – capacity for seriousness.

Brief History:Ming Hua was born in Southeast Asia, and spent the better part of his early childhood in Singapore. He spent five years with a gang of ragtag rapscallions older than him who – when not pickpocketing or slipping roti (bread) from bakeries – taught him how to have fun, even with a growling stomach or a parched throat. There was no end to play in their dingy little alley where they were kings and queens of rubbish and cockroaches, but the easy life soon came to an end when authorities rounded them up and displaced them into proper homes.

It took Ming Hua another three years to settle into comfortable nights under a roof and blankets, huddled behind brick walls from the mercy – or lack thereof – of the cold. It took a little more than that for him to properly warm up to his foster parents, though he has never called them by the endearments Mama and Papa. He remembers little from the subsequent years of home, education, and drudging normalcy, but when time is sluggish his mind often turns to memories of his first friends, and their daily escapades on the streets involving angry merchants they'd stolen from. His foster parents – and himself – agree he came in a feral child of sorts, only he thinks of the term wistfully whereas they seem glad to have scrubbed that persona away from him. But sometimes – when he drifts between sleep and wakefulness, when a hulk of a school-boy shoves him roughly out of the way – he can see the black wide eyes of a boy from another lifetime staring back at him with an unsaid question, hollowed from constant hunger but brimming with the twinkling joy of an unleashed stray.

There is a certain beauty in free savagery, and just as many creature comforts to be had in structure and order.

Ming Hua was then relocated to America to further his studies overseas – it had always been a dream of his foster parents – and he has been under the homestay programme with a Mrs Rochester and her sallow husband. He took up the second name Noah after his first day in school when the teachers who tried to introduce him to the class butchered his Chinese name horribly, and he figured Ming Hua in America could be more of a nickname to the people who could pronounce it.

When the disappearing occurred, and the Rochesters disappeared from their home, Noah relived the freedom for but a second, before the mass disorderly chaos of the kids who had remained turned him off it. He liked his share of destruction, to be sure, but the scale at which it was being taken to was downright ridiculous. Despite his distaste, Noah began to align with the Coates rather than the Townies. He would follow his own rules; they could go about breaking someone else's. But he feels irked by the Townie-Coate system, seeing as he doesn't feel cemented in either. Noah thinks of himself more as a straggler, a bird to perch on the fence who could be swayed to either side at a turn of the wind. He's not big on swearing allegiance so early in the war, and could easily be persuaded to defect to another side without much compunction.

[User]
Sorin

"Excuse me but who are you and why are you so obsessed with Emma?" The boy who got in front of Emma replied. Sorin returning to his normal human looking state "the name is Sorin and for why I want Emma at first it was only to talk to her alone and ask her something, but she seemed reluctant to do so that's when forced entry was my solution." He looked at the people standing before him moving the hair out of his face with his right hand. "Now you the one standing in front Emma move out from in front of her or I will force you to." He said in an emotionless tone of voice, the boy quickly returned with "NO! if you want her you will have to go through me." straightening his pose "so you want to make this bloody." Sorin grinned hardening his left fist and at the same time turning his right to a blade.

Alaia

Alaia walking through the town felt something she had never felt before coming from a street a block away she realized it got more intense the closer she got. "What is this feeling it's almost like pins and needles." Alaia said in her head she started running towards the cause of this feeling when she got close she saw a door on the edge of the road looking to the house it had come from she seen a boy with blonde hair that resembled an old friend. "HEY!" she yelled to get his attention the boy quickly turned his head "Sorin is that you, what is wrong with your arms." Sorin then looked at the trio in the house "well it looks like you guys are safe." he then turned around reverting his arms and walked towards Alaia she stared at him as he got closer "what are you doing to this house?" Sorin replied, "well I wanted to talk to someone then I got a little frustrated when she did not come out to talk nothing to bad." Alaia gave him a disappointed look "why would you destroy the place they would obviously not come outside if someone was outside trashing their home." Alaia looked over to the doorless house and saw three others standing inside "Hey Sorry if Sorin scared you he has trouble controlling himself, Come out here so we can talk and I can find out what the hell is happening."

[Assistant]
Emma
"EMMA FUCKING COME OUT HERE!"
There had only been one other time in her life that she had heard yell in her name in such an angry manner. It had been when her parents had been called to the school for being caught trying to scale the side of the school building. She swallowed. Were they really gone now? Would they see them ever again?

"How about no, you psychopath?"

Emma was pulled out of her reverie by a voice by her ear. She glanced over her shoulder, realizing finally that Peter's hands were on her waist. She felt her cheeks redden and she kept her gaze forward. He was acting pretty protective toward her. She wondered if he liked her. Emma wasn't one to imagine people crushing on her as she found herself pretty much the average joe with a tendency to get into trouble. Again lost in her thoughts, she was shocked when she found herself being pushed to the side. She could only stare in shock as the door was bashed off its hinges and thrown into the street as if it had weighed as much as a piece of paper. His eyes locked with hers and he licked his lips, greeting her. Emma shuddered in disgust.  "Ugh please don't do that."  She muttered under her breath. She had been to ask him what he wanted when Noah interjected. She couldn't help but smirk at his comment. She felt awful for dragging poor Noah into this situation after he had just saved her. Whatever this dude wanted, he really needed to put it aside because clearly there were bigger problems at the moment.

"Excuse me." Peter began, "But who are you and why are you so obsessed with Emma?" Emma wanted to know the same.

 "Okay what the fuck?" Emma moved forward on her own accord, unable to believe her ears. "You're doing all this bologna just to get a conversation with me? How about you knock on the door like a normal person? Like holy crap dude my dad just put that door in a month ago." Emma told him, her tone etched with annoyance,  "Now ask your stupid ques-"

"HEY!" Emma broke off, gazing over at some purple-haired chick on the sidewalk.
"Sorin is that you? what is wrong with your arms?" She asked.

"Well it looks like you guys are safe."The crazy dude left just like that to go talk to the girl.
Emma stared in disbelief. After they spoke for a moment, she started calling them over.

 "I told you to stop talking to random people on the internet." Alex was standing in the doorway to the next room, swinging his car keys around his finger.  "I don't know about you guys but I want nothing to do with that dude. Car is started in the garage. We gotta try to gather people. Got a loudspeaker horn in the car."  She hadn't taken notice of Alex's random disappearance during the last five minutes. It was typical of him to find a way out of a bad situation. He nodded to them to follow and made his way through a door into the garage.

[User]
Ming Hua/Noah
Ming Hua's eyes darted, from the boy with very strange implants, to Peter. He had his arm around Emma, and she was very clearly blushing. Huh. Or perhaps the blood-rush came from the indignation with which she spoke.  "You're doing all this bologna just to get a conversation with me? How about you knock on the door like a normal person? Like holy crap dude my dad just put that door in a month ago." Ming Hua might have made a raspberry blast at that, until he remembered that the disappearance of her father was what kickstarted this entire fiesta.

But with the appearance of a second girl, Ming Hua was thrown for a loop. Sorin stalked away, and Alex reemerged. "Car is started in the garage. We gotta try to gather people. Got a loudspeaker horn in the car."

As Alex walked back to the garage, Ming Hua glanced around at Emma and Peter, before promptly following. "That's generous of you," he murmured to Alex, as he clutched his satchel to him, its contents softly rattling within the fabric. "Consider me most obliged." Ming Hua looked back at Emma, to quip, "Appears to be you've got a fair lot of suitors around these parts, mermaid."