[System]
Appearance: Meili stands 65" tall and weighs 110 Lbs. She has brown almond shaped eyes and a fair, youth-filled complexion. She has several scars of varying length across her body; trophies from the many fights she has been involved with. Meili's hair is completely black. She keeps it long, either braided to the rear or in a high ponytail, often tucked inside the back of her armor. Her hair is rarely permitted to splay across her back in an unkempt manner. She is muscular in a lean way, more thin than robust from years of a cardio vascular dominated training regimen.

Meili wears a black form fitting leather body suit with golden markings of dashed lines or highlighting accessories. Her high soft leather boots are also form fitting, giving her additional flexibility during movements. They fit her feet smoothly allowing her to walk quietly when necessary. Atop her head is a hooded cloak and optional helmet she wears when necessary. Generally, when in an inhospitable climate. The hood conceals her face quite easily. When not engaged in the act of her profession, the hood reveals her girlish looks.

Bio:Meili was born in the Guangdong Province of Southeast China, near Hong Kong. Her parents were not wealthy, working menial labor for a local railroad or city government in Hong Kong. Jhang Li and Jhang Mei were happy with their lot in life and bore five sons to help protect their baby sister, Meili. Their second youngest child Jhang Meili was not happy to remain in Hong Kong or China, leaving the family home when she was sixteen years of age to make her own way in the world.

As children, Meili and her brothers practiced unarmed combat, developing their own skills. They fought just like any group of siblings in the world. It was their thing to do. The brothers did not spare their sister. They wanted her prepared to take whatever abuse the world could dish out. There was no way she would be released upon the universe as a delicate untainted flower.

Meili wanted to fight as a warrior, learning what skills she could. She attempted to join the Army, but was denied due to her age. She found a skilled master of Gong fu willing to train her in Wǔshù (unarmed combat) and Quan Fa. Quan Fa is a form of fist fighting similar to Muay Thai. She spent four years training with Master Peng until she attained a black belt in his disciplines. This achievement entitled her to be a master of the basics. There was still a lot more to learn.

At age 22, she was permitted to join the Army. She learned discipline and how to use various weapons including sniper training on the Ruan Rifle, one of the premier sniper rifles designed in the far east. She spent the next four years training as an infantry soldier attaining the rank of 班長, "Officer of the squad" or Sergeant. During her time in the military, she continued to train in Wǔshù and Quan Fa, achieving a second degree in the martial skill during her third year of service.

After four years in the Army, she was ready to try something different. She hired on as a bridge crewman on on a merchant ship and headed for the stars. She trained on a couple of duties including helmsman and navigations. She also continued to keep her martial arts skills honed to a crispness, never allowing herself to become soft. While aboard ship, she trained in the use of a few melee weapons including the Dao, a single edged sword; the Ge, a form of pole axe; bo staff, daggers and throwing knives.

By age 30, she had developed a reputation as a tough fighter, sparring with several ship mates. She has also become skilled at maneuvering large space vessels and plotting their location amongst the stars.

Before her 31st birthday, Meili returned to Hong Kong in order to test for her third-degree black belt in Wǔshù and Quan Fa, which she achieved in three months.

At this time of her life, things changed drastically. She completely fell out with her family. They felt she no longer respected them or the old ways of her culture. She felt they didn't understand her. It was as much a shock to her as anyone who knew the family. They wanted to have nothing to do with her, turning their back on their own daughter. This has left her bitter, but now Meili has taken in with pirates and signed on as a bridge crewman aboard the Endgame.

Class: Assassin
Sic Semper Tyrannus:
Durability: 2
Equipment Load: 8
Strength: 2
Dexterity: 2
Vision: 3
Charisma: 6
Agility: 4
Skill: 1
Luck: 2

Skills:
Stealth
Assassination
Backstab

Equipment:
Beretta Arms M-35 "Puma" Displacement Sword (Blade Length: 65cm/25.6")
Beretta Arms M-17 "Kobun" Hardlight dagger (Blade Length: 20cm/8")
Durandal Arms and Armor D-4 "Ripper" Automatic Displacement Submachine Gun
DSG-4A2 Sniper Rifle, with scope and reflex sight. (bolt action .338 Lapua Magnum)

[User] Be advised: The enemy vessel is small and fast, our window will be just as small, if not more so, and ENDGAME is enormous. If we miss our window, they will discover our Freighter-class Hunter-Killer.

[Assistant] New intel suggests that they may have anti-vehicle munitions on board. These will likely not be easily accessible, and will probably be housed in the armory.

[User]
"This is your captain speaking! Change of plan, guys. I know we're not where we're supposed to be. I see that. I know that we should be orbiting Titan right now, and I know that instead, we are now approaching Europa. Change of plan. I know you guys are about as frustrated as I am, moving 'secret' cargo back and forth and back and forth and BACK AND FORTH AND BACK AND- fuck, man. WE ARE UNDERPAID AND UNDERAPPRECIATED, and I AM SICK OF IT. I made sixty fucking credits on the last run. A RUN THAT COST US OVER TWENTY GRAND TO MAKE! What, they think Argon is cheap? FUCK EM! FUCK EM ALL! I can't even pay my own GODDAMN CREW. I'm tired of this shit. I'm tired of being told I can't ask what I'm transporting. I'm tired of being told I can't be paid more because 'it isn't in the budget'. I'm tired to paying you guys under MINIMUM FUCKING WAGE because some asshole thinks he can take advantage of me! I'm tired of fighting off pirates to deliver potentially hazardous shit to sketchy people who tell me it's not their responsibility to compensate us! I'm tired of NO BENEFITS! I'M TIRED OF NO RAISES! I'M TIRED OF GETTING FED SHIT AND BEING KEPT IN THE DARK LIKE A GODDAMN FUNGUS. It's time to show them they can't push us around.

See that ship out there? They're carrying something valuable. Something we transported. I put a tracker on it. Yeah, it's fucking illegal, what do I fucking care? I tracked this piece of crap all the way here, and apparently, it's worth something, just like EVERY OTHER THING they have us move. Let's take it back. Let's see how badly they really want it.
I'll tell you what, though. Check your lockers. I've got a little something special in there for everyone. Took me forever to build, but they are fucking fantastic. Sorry about yelling, Mei, when you tried to open up the observation deck, but I had them in there, and I wanted to keep them secret.

Smith, for you, I've got a custom combat suit, completely modular, with a magnetic band around the waist for all your tools and shit. Suit's powered to give you an edge in hand-to-hand, a little extra strength. Check your sword too. Notice the bigger handle? Bigger microbattery, more power. Fuck em up.

Mei, for you, a custom stealthsuit, with more stable active camo, modified for faster reflexes. They'll be lucky to even see you now. You may also notice that little blue box on your SMG. It's a UV laser. If my calculations are correct, it should give it greater range and accuracy, by giving the bolts a line to run down.
R-Three, you may notice that you're a tad heavier now. If you check your back, you'll see a brand new gridded-ion thruster. Now you're a heavy mech who can get the jump on even the fastest scout shuttle. Oh, yeah, and that extra barrel on your carbine is a big harpoon. Yeah, it's electrified. Try not to dry-fire it, I haven't tested it a lot.

Alright, guys, here's the plan: Smith, fuck something up. I don't care what- actually, try not to break anything vital. We need something worth repairing. I also need you to put together an EMP device. Something big. I'm talking argocide here. I'm talking something big enough to be a ship-killer.

Mei, I need you to sneak it onto their shuttle if you can. Once we've got them crippled, we'll hold them captive. Then we board.
R-Three, you'll be our vanguard on that. Get in there, be scary, see if you can convince their Mech that it would be in its best interest to join us. If it refuses, use that new harpoon.

Oh, and I've got a bottle of 2008 Chardonnay for anyone who brings me the head of Jakar Rhiner. You know Rhiner, that asshole who contracted us? THE ONE WHO SIGNS OUR FUCKING CHECKS? I'm gonna put that fucker's head on ice and look at it when I'm sad.
ALRIGHT! LET'S GET GOING, PEOPLE! TIME IS MONEY, AND WE HAVE NO MONEY!"

[Assistant]
Still woozy after cryosleep, John sat up straight and rubbed his eyes. After attentively listening to the captain for a few seconds, he stood up, grabbed his drill and placed it on his arm. Pressing the button and creating a shallow, but stinging hole in his skin, he opened his medkid and started disinfecting the wound. At least he was awake, that was for goddamn sure. After cleaning up the wound, he put a band-aid on it and activated his comms.

"Err, cap'n, I think I must've been a bit sleepy when you said that. I thought I heard you say we were going to hit a ship, you got us new armor, I need to build a shipbuster EMP and I need to do the exact opposite of what you pay me for? I mean, I'll admit I'm all for it, but did you really just say all that?"

While waiting for an affirmative response, John started collecting the tools he'd need, listing them to himself as he went along. "I'll need some metal for the casing, an energy source, some wire too...Cap'n, I'll need your left sock. I'll be coming to pick it up since I need to sabotage something anyway."

[User]
Meili was awakened rather rudely in her estimation, but nevertheless, she was awake, remaining less than alert. She slowly made her way to a seated position, cradling her head in her hands, elbows on thighs. 'My fucking head is killing me,' she thought to herself. She reached for a small bag of analgesic powder in a drawer. She drew a pinch and placed it between her lower lip and gum line. The lip began to feel numb and within minutes, she felt relaxed.

'Smith, Rain, Silver, Masters, Elijah, Gunslinger and the Captain,' thoughts of crewmates drifted through her less foggy mind as she became oriented on where she was and her purpose on this space traveling vessel known as the Endgame.

She stood slowly, a bit unbalanced from being asleep for so long and crept toward the narrow shower stall. She removed her clothing and cleansed her body with warm soapy water. It felt good, helping her to become more and more awake – alert. After toweling off and drying her hair, she dressed in her under clothes and began to braid her hair which reached the small of her back when wet. The braid ended almost to the bottom of her rib cage. She continued to dress, insuring the braid was tucked into the back of her clothing. She did not want it exposed, knowing it could be used against her.

Meili found a new custom camouflage suit in her quarters. It fit snuggly, but it also enhanced her reflexes better, amplifying her ability to move quickly and silently. A rare smile pursed her lips. 'Thank you, Captain,' the former soldier whispered to herself. Then she noticed the other gift, an ultra violet laser to enhance the effectiveness of her D4 Ripper. "Sweet!" she stated aloud. 'That Captain is really taking care of me.'

She finished dressing, slid her sword's scabbard over her back and fastened the dagger's scabbard onto the left side of her belt. The D4 Ripper was slung high on her right side, hanging down under her arm. She slid it back so that it hung over the sword's scabbard. Then she left the room heading for the bridge.

When she reached the bridge, the Captain was beginning his monologue over the ship's communications system. Crew members were in various states of alertness. She listened to him in person. She heard the mission and what was expected of her. She smiled, while modeling her new suit in front of the Captain as he stated its existence. She mouthed the words, 'Thank you' as he stated them over the intercom. She nodded in affirmation to the mission she had been handed. Her expression was one of confidence, knowing she could complete the task. She only wanted to study the plans of the ship they were boarding and was starting to imagine how good that Chardonnay would taste after she brought back Rhiner's head.


[System]
Appearance: Vanessa stands at a fair five feet and six and a half inches. Not short, but not terribly tall. Vanessa has fairly pale skin. Vanessa's natural eye color is a bright blue, though this changes to red when she is using her ability to see in the dark. Vanessa's teeth are well kept, and essentially perfect. There are two distinct fangs within her mouth and they're easily noticed on even the slightest smile should one be watching carefully. Vanessa's hair is extremely long, reaching just beyond her knees. It's loose and flowing, though it always seems to keep itself out of the way of trouble.

Vanessa has a fairly thin build. Her bust is relatively small, and easily hidden. Her waist is slim, and her hips follow suit. This frequently leads to her being mistaken for a male, but she's quick to correct this with a laugh. Vanessa wears a black suit and dress pants, both complete with silver buttons and cuff links. Beneath these she wears a white dress shirt and a black tie. Vanessa also wears a pair of white dress gloves and a pair of thick black leather boots. Vanessa also wears a pair of comfortable white stockings to keep her feet from chafing against the boots she wears.

Vanessa also wears a pair of small glasses. These used to correct her vision, but now they're unnecessary. Vanessa keeps them on as decoration.

Species Name & Description: Vampire. Vanessa hails from a planet shrouded in eternal twilight. She's but one of many, though you don't frequently see them outside of the few planets that are dark enough. Vanessa is a specific oddity in that she isn't affected by general UV light, but concentrated UV light. (Like a spotlight.) will knock her out cold.

Favourite Side Dish: Blood. That's all she can really consume for subsistence. Tea is a favorite, though only for the flavor.

Useful Skills & Abilities: Vanessa is a crack shot with her Martini-Henry rifle. It's not as flashy as laser beams or whatnot, but the power of a well placed .303 british round is not to be underestimated. Vanessa is also extremely flexible and physically more capable than an average human. Vanessa may also alter her physical appearance, including clothing, at will. On top of that, Vanessa may see in total darkness with ease, but while doing this her eyes glow red, instead of their natural blue, which betrays her nature as a vampire. Vanessa is also capable of melting into a shadow, teleporting or transforming into a bat.

Vanessa may also sing, dance, and twirl her gun like a baton.

Membership Number: #830303. It's actually a hex code for color. It turns out to be blood red...

An Inspirational Quote That Sums Up The Character's Personality: "Don't mind the fangs. I don't bite unless I'm hungry. No, I'm not currently hungry."

History: Do what comes natural.

[User]
The Engine did it's thing, carefully jetting out just the right amount of Unreal to propel it through the layer of stuff that kept our galaxy (voted "Best Galaxy of the Year" every year since the prize itself was announced) separate from another galaxy that theoretically existed. Navigating through the Unreal was a delicate process, partly because of the mathematics involved in actually reaching your destination, but mostly because staring out the window to check where you were gave most people a blinding headache. There were all sorts of things that could go wrong too, a flask failure in an engine could see an entire ship flooded with the super-dense material of the Unreal, sinking the ship and damning the crew to a life of something quite unspeakable. The bubble of Real could burst. Space madness could set in. The coffee machine could stop working. Pirates could strike. A miscalculation could see a ship reappear dangerously close to a star, or uncomfortably close to an ex-boyfriend or, in the case of Stellar Whales, both.

Fortunately for the crew of the Quest for Flavour, none of these terrible things, or any other terrible thing really, happened as they breached the divide from the Unreal to the Real. From the outside looking in, the ship squeezed itself out through an invisible crack and wobbled slightly before seeming, well, real once more. For those inside the ship, there'd be a loud "pop!" and space outside would look normal as the protective bubble bursts. The Engine went back to sleep, letting red-hot components cool. A few of the marshmellows that the Bees had left on sticks nearby the Engine for just this moment began to brown.

The ship appeared a mostly-safe distance away from the planet of Ofromia. It was swelteringly close to the star of the same name. The original inhabitants weren't particularly inventive when it came to naming, so "Ofromia" refers to the sole inhabited planet, the whopping great big star it orbits, the two satellites that orbit the planet, the main continent of the planet and it remained one of the most popular family names on the planet, until Governor Ofromia introduced "Ofromia's Law #53527", which assigned families new names to stop the confusion. Even from a respectful distance out, you could see (if you cared to look), the giant dome that covered the capital city, Ofromia. It was big. Larger than it had any right to be, really. Striped with reflective panels and solar cells, it positively shone, and did a fairly good job of harvesting power to fuel whatever went on within the dome. Underneath the thin atmosphere, the rest of the planet seems rather underdeveloped - a few settlements here and there, but no sign of anything like the great continent spanning cities of Londis IV, or really much of anything.

Ships came and went, a chain of commerce and tourism that connected Ofromia with the rest of the civilised galaxy. A few artificial satellites hung in orbit of Ofromia (the planet), most of them festooned with solar cells to harvest power from Ofromia (the star). The local ship manufacturer mirrored Ofromian cultural sensibilities, and so nearly every other ship was a long, sleek looking thing with gentle curves and over-stuffed leather seating. If there was a military presence, or even a police presence, guarding the space around the planet, it was very well hidden indeed.

The speakers dotted about the ship crackled into life. The familiar voice of the AI rang out through the corridors, though it did sound as if it was distracted by something. Considering the state of the AI, this probably made it sound even more familiar to those who had spent any time with it.

"Crew to the bridge, crew to the bridge, we're back, in the, uh, I mean, we're at Ofromia, there's... uh, not a problem, just, uh, to the bridge, crew to the bridge, they're wanting to communicate..."

The bridge was a badly curated museum of technological wonders accquired from across the galaxy. From the bleeding-edge technology used in the seat warmer of the pilot's chair to the rather out-of-date weapons control system, it was a small miracle that any of it could function alongside any other thing. There was a knack to it, of course, because getting a NaviComp developed by a species of sentient dogs to talk to a scanner cobbled together by Engineer-Monks of the Blind Brotherhood wasn't always easy unless you routed the information through the set of wireless-enabled fuzzy dice. This, at least, explained why nobody had got rid of the fuzzy dice. Of all the bizarre and wonderful technology on the bridge, none was more bizarre or wonderful than the communication system. It was a red telephone, with a rotary dialler. Wires connected it to various other things within the bridge, and quite how it functioned was something of a mystery. A post-it note attached to the side of the telephone reminded users that you'd need to "Dial 9 For Outside Line".

And now, on the bridge, the telephone was ringing.

[Assistant]
When the ship came up out of the Unreal and back into the Real a small alarm clock that Vanessa had bought specifically to sense this type of transition began to ring. Vanessa pushed open her coffin and placed a hand upon the clock, silencing it. Switching off the alarm to prevent it from ringing again, Vanessa took a moment to stretch and felt several pops resonate throughout her body. Taking up her bathrobe once again, Vanessa donned it and grabbed her previous suit from the clothes chest. With this in hand, Vanessa walked towards the showers at a comfortable pace, her slippers sliding quietly along the floor.

Should Vanessa be uninterrupted, she would reach the showers in a few moments after leaving her room, and would take the suit she had deposited in the wash out and place it within a dryer. Setting it to run, Vanessa walked into a showering room and closed the door behind her. Before locking the showering room to private, Vanessa would make sure that the room was empty of anything that might hamper her showering experience. Once she was sure she was clear, Vanessa would lock the room with a faint click and would shower as before.

When Vanessa emerged from the showering room next, she would once again be both 100% clean and 100% dry. Making minor adjustments to her suit, Vanessa ensured everything was proper and returned to her room to deposit the bathrobe she had worn. Pulling on her boots, Vanessa made sure that everything was once again proper and walked out to the bridge after hearing the intercom play that a message was there. Vanessa would arrive there shortly and, since she was likely the first one present, had little to do other than listen to the phone ring. Vanessa knew that the task of answering this phone fell to the captain of the ship, which Vanessa wasn't. Thus, they had to wait for The Bees and The Will to appear on deck before any kind of official communication could take place.

The phone ringing was really quite annoying, but Vanessa could do little about it until the others arrived, or at least The Bees and The Will. Then the communications could take place. Thus Vanessa waited for The Bees and The Will, along with the other crew, to arrive.

[User]
The ship arrived in real-space, the journey having been fortuitously uneventful and so the bees celebrated/commemorated the successful voyage with a few more ceremonies/rituals/tasks mainly involving diagnostics on the flasks, cleaning out the ghost room, you could get good money for ectoplasm if you could find the right people and finally those bees who were in charge of the engine and the knowledge about the unreal all got drunk in celebration of not being attacked by giant unreal Bee-eaters.

Up on the bridge the phone started ringing, the captain bees were currently scrambling about making sure they weren't about to hit anything or be arrested while they awaited the pilot's arrival. Some of them acknowledged Vanessa's sparkling clean arrival with a hasty good morning as they whizzed past. Finally some went to pick up the phone as the mind began to manifest in the 20 odd bees currently buzzing around the bridge, a strange noise that sounded like a psychic presence giving a yawn and a stretch could be heard as the Mind got ready to lead the odd band of space friends once more.

"Good morning Vanessa. You look like you got up bright and early. I must admit would not have taken you for a morning person" they greeted the currently present crew member before they began the rather odd method of answering the phone.

A two bees arrived, dressed up like they worked in a callcenter, who buzzed up to the phone as it was lifted off the set, one going to the mouthpiece and the other to the ear piece. The dial was spun to 9 as instructed and in an immense act of willpower all of the bees quieted their usual chatter and the bee at the mouthpiece spoke to the caller. Alone.

"You have reached the Quest For Flavour, an Interplanetary Space Friends (Brought to you by Henderson's Ribs) affiliated vessel, how may we help you today"

On odd thing about The Will's manner of speaking was that it did not work through most types of communication devices as it was in fact physically speaking to the individual's minds rather than creating sound. This normally worked, even barely intelligent machines like the server at the restaurant could be spoken to, however a telephone does not have near the complexity to have a psychic presence and thus the Mind was helpless to do anything other than have a specially trained duo to operate the phone.

For convenience, because rotary phones do not have a speaker mode, the mind would communicate whatever the caller said to the second bee to all those present, repeating it word for word so they would not have to explain the call later later.

[Assistant]
Vanessa gave a closed lip smile to The Bees (And, by extension, The Will.) and replied to their greeting with one of her own before continuing. "Among my own people I'm considered both a rarity and weird, so it's nothing too out of the ordinary for me. I also enjoy being in and out of the showers before others. It's more private that way. And, of course, the intercom also said to report to the bridge as quickly as possible. So here I am." Vanessa took a moment to stretch again, raising her arms above her head and stretching from side to side. A few faint cracks could be heard from her back as her spine readjusted herself and Vanessa left out a faint sigh of comfort at the relief of her bones moving back to their proper places.

Lowering her arms, Vanessa tugged her suit back into place and made sure everything was tight. She then tugged on her gloves and ensured that they too were snug against her hands. Wearing a suit was a lot more maintenance than most people assumed, and it was very easy to ruin the look by having something pull itself out of place. The key appeal of a suit was a professional appearance, and failing to maintain that ruined the act of wearing a suit in the first place. This wasn't to say that Vanessa didn't have casual clothes, but wearing a suit was preferable since her old job back on her home planet involved a lot of formal meetings and required your best clothes to be worn on a constant basis.

Depending on how the party was going to go, the crew might have been in for a treat since Vanessa may just end up wearing something that wasn't a suit. Perhaps a fine dress if the party was to be especially formal. Vanessa had several to choose from tucked away, and she was sure that Fiddlesticks would hardly be able to look away. Vanessa felt bad for him from time to time, though she certainly didn't want to reciprocate the feelings he felt lest she inspire him to insanity when he found out that he was growing old and she was no different. Turning him into a Vampire would have been an option were he a pure human, but his rather sparse crew dossier stated that he wasn't completely human. The vampire virus would thus mutate his body horribly, if not outright kill him. Thus, Vanessa was aloof, even if it made Fiddlesticks feel bad.


[System]
BASIC
Goes By (Nicknames): Mel
Age: 2,500 approx.
Gender: Female
Race: Silvan Elf

APPEARANCE

Face Claim (Actor/Actress They're Played By): Ehh, she's never really had an actress per se, it's a drawn picture that I found on google that I use for her but it's just perfect for her xD)
Hair Color: Straw blonde
Eye Color: Ice blue
Skin Tone: Quite pale-porcelain-ish
Height: 6 ft
Weight: No idea tbh XD I'm no good at working out weights lol let's just say she weighs around what she's supposed to for her height
Build: Slender and tall like all of her kin, well-muscled with a strong/sturdy frame overall
Weapons: Bow (which was once her father's, was passed on to her when she was old enough to learn to shoot), Rapier, set of elven fighting knives

Overall Appearance:
Appearance + "Casual" Clothing (ignore the sword and the magic mist stuff, she doesn't have that xD) :

Armor:

Arm guards:

Bow:

Rapier:

Daggers:

PERSONALITY

Likes: The stars/star watching, spending time with her family, killing orcs etc.
Dislikes: Orcs and other such evil beings, watching her loved ones sad/suffering
Strengths: An excellent and swift fighter with both bow and blade, fiercely loyal and devoted to her family and loved ones, will always stand up for her beliefs and friends
Weaknesses: Headstrong and stubborn, does not always listen to others' advice or orders. Often impulsive and rushes into things before thinking of consequences.
Fears: Surviving severe injury but not being able to fight or look after herself properly, losing Legolas or Thranduil, being unable to have her own children someday

Overall Personality:
(huge paragraphs oops sorry-have a basic breakdown in case you don't feel like reading the whole thing xD)
Sarcastic | Untrusting | Loyal | Sharp-tongued/snappy | Compassionate | Sensitive

Mel is a witty, fairly sharp tongued and often sarcastic individual, she is wary of strangers and will take quite some time to trust most she meets, though those who have a child-like innocence about them seem to find her trust a lot easier. However her tough exterior does hide a soft and loving side deep down. To her family and close friends she is devoted and gentle, and would do anything for them. Losing someone that she cares deeply for affects her more than most perhaps, and it would take her a good few centuries on most accounts to reach the point where she can accept it fully and "move on" from it as well as she is capable. Indeed she still feels melancholy at thoughts of her passed relatives but can push it aside if the situation calls for it. Her sense of duty is unparalleled to most, and many a Mirkwood soldier who has served under her command has been known to describe Mel as "hard headed and as determined and foul-tempered as a Warg keeping hold of the last scrap of meat at mealtime". Once she has a job to do, she will not abandon it for any cause, no matter the consequences, until the task is completed.

Mel is extremely wary of dragons and would sooner attempt to kill one than converse with it, regardless of whether it approached her in a friendly manner or not. She has seen the ruin and death that dragons can bring, and indeed she will never forgive the beasts for tearing apart her family, to ask her to befriend one will be met with only contempt, bitterness and hate on her end. Other than dragons, there is very little that sparks enough fear in her to reduce her to a blubbering mess, as Mel is a particularly tenacious individual which is to be expected from someone who has grown up in a forest which has been steadily taken over by darkness and evil. Having to slay and fight with nests crawling with extremely large spiders on a daily basis means it's not exactly a "good idea" for lack of a better way to phrase it, to be afraid of them. However, anything larger than those spiders which she has experienced in Mirkwood is highly likely to leave her rather bemused and more than slightly concerned, as she has never confronted any arachnid of a larger size before in her life. In regards to how she responds to fear, even when Mel is scared to death she is not the type of individual to stand there literally quaking in her boots, whimpering and bawling. Instead she typically takes on the "rabbit in the headlights" kind of approach and tends to completely freeze up, totally unsure of whether to run away or fight whatever puts her in that position.

While she is by no means a "damsel in distress", nor does she necessarily act like a "spoilt princess", however she does occasionally act at rather 'high and mighty' as some may describe it, because of her well-off upbringing. Mel isn't a tantrum thrower by any stretch of the imagination, but she does at times react to things which displease her by pouting and/or sulking and then proceeding to make some sort of snide comment on the matter. Snide comments and sharp remarks are something Mel is never short of, which may come as a shock to some as they would expect someone of her upbringing to be "polite and lady-like", though she is far from it. She is not inherently rude all the time, and due to countless lessons from her aunt and uncle in her younger years she is perfectly capable of acting in a civil manner to form treaties, alliances and other such things, and is indeed even rather capable of sitting in on many political matters and being rather persuasive towards her own or her kingdom's need and win the opposing party over - even if it bores her to death! She does not take lightly to insults towards either herself or her family or kingdom, and unfortunately it doesn't take much to get her riled up. Mel is not unknown to take a swing or two at someone who overstepped their mark with her, though for the most part she tries her best to keep herself controlled and will usually just respond in turn with some other cutting remark towards the person who started the whole affair.

BACKGROUND

Date of Birth: I actually haven't been able to work it out exactly just yet XD it's a couple decades before Legolas', though ;)
Place of Birth: Mirkwood (well, back then it was still Greenwood but yeah XD)
Family Relations: Ardor (father, deceased) Thranduil (uncle), Legolas (cousin)

[User]
"Don't move, Dwarf!" Mel's voice rang out as she stopped Kili from trying to run the other way, forcing him and Maleficent to walk back towards the rest of the group which was already surrounded by the rest of the patrol. "Search them!" she ordered the other elves, who began to talk amongst themselves as they searched the group over, confiscating any of the weapons that they had.

"Legolas, hir nin (my Lord)!" called out one, who had taken Orcrist from Thorin. He bowed his head respectfully to the prince and held out the sword for him to take. The elf had recognised it being of elvish make and thought it rather odd that a dwarf would be carrying it.

[Assistant] As soon as the spiders were killed, she had her cloak back on. Before she knew it, a Wood Elf had them both captive, and were forced to stand with the others, who were also surrounded by the Silvan. "Silvan elves. My kin", she whispered to herself as her dagger was given up. "Legolas Thranduilion (Legolas, son of Thranduil)", Maleficent fluently spoke up in Quenya to the leading elf, after she gave a respectful greeting sign of the elves: hand on her chest. She had to prove that she was of the Elven kin.

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"Saeril." Mel murmured softly in recognition, nodding her head slightly in greeting. Though she had not been to Fangorn herself, she had heard tell of Maleficent from the elves in the nearby wood of Lothlorien, which she had visited.

A few of the elves eyed Maleficent warily. If she was one of their kin then why was she dealing with dwarves? But they seemed to brush it off relatively well, though Maleficent was still taken in as a prisoner along with the dwarves.
"Thorin!" hissed Bofur as he was nudged past their leader, over the bridge towards the Gate of Thranduil's kingdom. "Where's Bilbo?!" the hobbit was nowhere to be found.

[Assistant]
Maleficent was other than forced to walk along with her companions towards the gate of the Halls of the Woodland Realm. The fae may be have the respect for the elves, but she didn't appreciate herself being dragged by them. The ElvenKing was another story to her. She knew him, but she really watched him from a distance. She remembered Legolas when he was just a young elfling, when she, again, was watching him from a tree. They did cross paths once or twice unintentionally, but she doubted that the prince would understand, or even remember who she was, minus her newly added horns and wings.

The fae was surprised that she wasn't the one being taken to the dungeons like everybody else, except for Thorin. She did keep her eyes on Legolas, though.

[User]
Mel quickly stepped in front of the guards escorting Thorin before he could be taken with his companions to the dungeons. "Dartho(wait), this one goes to the King." she ordered, and the soldiers obediently pulled Thorin up a set of stairs and out of sight.

Fili growled crossly when one of the elf guards confiscated a knife he'd thought was so well-hidden that they'd never find it, and he was shoved into a cell next to his brother.

"Aren't you going to search me?" Kili boldly asked the female elf who pushed him into his cell. It was a long shot but maybe he could try flirting his way out of this. "I could have anything down my trousers."

Tauriel's eyebrows rose and she looked at the dwarf, quite unimpressed by his attempted charm. "Or nothing." she muttered and shut the door abruptly before he could try to step out. It seemed they were unsure what to do with Maleficent, because she wasn't shut in like the rest of the dwarves.

[Assistant]
Legolas was narrowing his icy blue eyes in every direction of the room as cell doors were being closed repeatedly. Nothing seemed to have phased since he had that cold stare upon his Elven facials until he noticed that the fae was still in the open of the room. "Take her to the king as well. We don't want any new suspicions roaming these halls", his calm voice sounded to the other elves.

Maleficent wasn't in a cell, and was just standing at the stairs where Kili was imprisoned. Eyes slightly widening, she carefully and slowly reached through the bars to at least let him him know that she was still there. An expression of shame filled her, and she didn't like how her own kin would treat her companions.

[User]
(Funny thing is, in the books they weren't actually chucked straight in the prisons, they were only locked up after they started being rude and disrespectful to the Elves...also the conversation between Thranduil and Thorin goes slightly differently, so I'm going to do it sort of halfway between here if that's alright because the book version actually makes more sense xDD)

Maleficent wasn't allowed to stay with Kili for long as Mel's hand rested firmly on her shoulder and forcefully, however still rather gently compared to how rough the other Elves had been, steered her in the same direction Thorin had been taken. The Elvenking's voice echoed towards them as they climbed the staircase towards his throne, where Thorin was standing before him. Two guards stood off to the side, spears at their sides, and silent as they watched and waited in case the dwarf needed to be removed.

"Some may imagine that a noble quest is at hand," Thranduil began as he paced from his throne towards Thorin, who glared at him hatefully, "a quest to reclaim a homeland, and slay a dragon. But I myself am not so sure. Now, you will tell me exactly what you are doing in my woods, and to what purpose, or you will end up just like your friends. You plan to steal something that does not belong to you, I would deem." he nodded curtly towards Mel, who gave her uncle a nod in return, as the she-elf arrived with Maleficent.

"We were just passing through." insisted Thorin stubbornly as he avoided the elf's piercing blue-grey eyes. "We were hungry, and looking for food and shelter." he certainly wasn't going to admit to the Elvenking that they were going to the Lonely Mountain, or he would most certainly demand some sort of bargain from them.
"I do not believe you." Thranduil answered sharply. "Tell the truth, or I will lock you up until the fancy strikes you to stop lying to me, even if it takes a hundred years!"

[Assistant]
For Maleficent, she kept calm as she was steered by the she-elf who was at least the same height as her. Again, memories came flooding back as the fae looked around the halls of the Woodland Realm, and she remembers their Elven leader greatly. Thranduil wasn't one to stick outside his walls, and Maleficent knew that there were some layers to the tall elf that she remembered. But, as she was lead to the top of the stairs, there was Thorin before the majesty himself.

"My lord, we came for a purpose", she spoke up after stepping forward a few times, just about stopping a few feet away from Thorin and the ElvenKing. "I am Maleficent, lady elf of your people", she introduced herself in a proper tone of voice. "I know your son", she breathed out.

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"Do not speak out of turn, fae." growled Mel firmly into Maleficent's ear. "I have been gentle with you so far, but you are as traitorous as they if you have been helping them creep through our lands unawares. If you do not watch yourself you might find a knife or two will accidentially find its way to poke you in the back, do you understand?"

Thranduil's gaze turned to regard Maleficent as she spoke, and it was just as hard and cold as the way he looked at Thorin. "Yes, you do not think that I would have forgotten you, Saeril." he answered smoothly, with one eyebrow raised as he regarded her, stopping in front of the fae for a moment, with his arms held behind his back as he moved. "Or your tendency to choose the wrong sides." the Elvenking growled lowly. "Somehow it does not surprise me to find you with dwarves sneaking around my woods. It is very clear to me that you had a specific purpose in being here, but I do not believe the lies that your dwarvish friend is trying to feed to me. It is a crime to wander these woods without leave; do you forget that you were using the road made by my people? And did you not rouse those foul spiders from their holes with all your yelling and clamouring through the wood? After all your disturbances you have made to my people, I have every right to know what it is that brought you here, and if you will not tell me now then I swear I will lock you all away until you have learnt sense and manners!" Thranduil seemed to get more angry by the second each time Thorin had refused to tell him why they had come to Mirkwood, and it seemed Maleficent had not had much like to quiet his wrath either.


[System]
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Appearance: Light blonde hair, thick and long enough to reach the neck. Eyes are dark and green. Long scar on his left cheek. Very light tan. Lean body, six pack, muscle definition, about 190 pounds, 6 feet tall. Normally dresses in dark jeans and a nice shirt. He is confident, so always has his back straight and his head up. Has a charismatic, but bastardly smile.

Personality: Normally a happy guy, and will help someone out if they need it, but is very immoral at the same time. He loves to drink liquor, smoke weed, and is always with a different girl, sometimes multiple in one night. He also ignores the law, and generally hates cops. He considers the crimes he commits to be rather light and harmless, while oftentimes fighting worse criminals like murderers and rapists. Nobody would ever get objection from him if they called him a scum, an asshole, or bastard, for he admits he is all of those things. He has a mostly normal accent, with the faintest, barely noticeable hint of southern twang.

Magic:
Physical Buffing: 6
Telepathy: 2
Pyrokinesis: 1
Healing: 1
Non-Magical Combat:
Hand to Hand: 7
Clubs: 1
Knives: 2
Guns: 1
Support Skills:
Charisma: 6
Sneak: 2
Mechanics: 2

History: Mikkish' eyes flickered open to the bright light of the hospital. He was 16 at the time, and had almost no memories of his past though he had no trouble speaking, writing, or knowing the basic things teenagers know. He was found in a farmhouse, right underneath a big hole in the roof, with a stab wound in his chest and a bullet wound to his head. Nobody could quite confirm his real name...but on the wall of the abandoned farmhouse was a carving which read "Mikkish."

It was a miracle he survived.

Being that nobody could find his parents, he was placed in an orphanage but quickly adopted by a lowlife criminal who lived in a trailer. This scumbag was a drunk as well as a heroin dealer, but never attempted to abuse Mikkish...maybe due to the fact Mikkish was 16 and kinda strong looking in comparison with the frail dope dealer. The criminal did try to teach Mikkish about the...business, resulting in Mikkish being desensitized to crime, however Mikkish never lost his instinctual sense of right and wrong. Instinctual also was his knowledge of how to fist fight. Mikkish also seemed to behave towards violence as a man with much experience would. Strangest of all, however, was how small fires would start around him, with seemingly no real explanation.

One day, Mikkish decided to search the place he was supposedly found, and there he found...a book. Covered with leather, and not titled, written completely in Sumerian.

It was strange how nobody else found it, but the book described works of magic which seemed oddly familiar, and when Mikkish practiced them, it worked.

He practiced for one year, before turning to pages describing an island off the west coast and truly believing the island was possible. Being encouraged to stay with his adoptive "father," but sick of that life, Mikkish sent off hitchhiking to find this island.

Noteable items:
Mysterious book. Bound in leather. No title

[User] Fin walked along, lost in the shape and height of the buildings, when she ran into something solid. An audible "Oof" came from her lips as it chilled her skin to the bone. What was that? She looked down from the sky to see the frozen tiger. "What the-" she stopped mid sentence when she saw the frozen animal was being pulled along by that kid that was yelling nonsense with the captain earlier. She should set it on fire- watch it melt then burn to ashes- no that would be horrid of her. Fin dodged around the frozen tiger as the special male before continuing her walk, absent mindely kicking some rocks in front of her with each step. She smirked for a second and levitated a softball sozed rock a few feet off the ground as she walked. She kept it in front of her for a moment before with a jerk of her head sent it flying off toward the side- away from the others.

[Assistant] I looked at the boy from earlier and looked at the bottle he handed me. "O-Oh, is this for me? Thank you." I said, I took it and was shocked at how cold it was. I nearly dropped it right then and there. I examined it closer and it appeared to be made of ice. It'd melt quickly though if I didn't drink it. I brought the bottle to my lips and drank the contents, screwing up my face a bit at the taste, but drank it all anyway. I began to feel a bit better, almost close to normal. "T-Thanks." I said, I handed him back the bottle. "I'm Joe, by the way." I said.

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"I'm gonna put him in our camp freezer." David said ignoring Joe's statement. "This is probably what snow cats are like."

David flashed Joe and Leon the same bright smile he'd been wearing for most of the walk. "I'm David!" He said. "David Sinsomething or something....I don't know, is kinda hard to spell the last part of my name.....and well spell anything really."

"Anyway who are you two?"

[Assistant] "I'm Leon...Leon Zhao" He says taking back the bottle "n-nice to meet you", he turned the ice from the bottle to snow and let if fall to the ground and shook some of it of his hand.

[User] "I-it's nice to meet you too, Leon, thanks again for your help." I said smiling, I turned to David quietly. "Uh... my name's Joseph Hikari Nobunaga, but... you can just call me Joe." I said, rubbing the back of my head.

[Assistant] Fin heard all three of the males names: Leon, Joe, and David. She kept walking picking up rocks and sticks in her way and moving them with her telekinesis. She wasn't lazy, just found it entertaining on this long, crazy hike. Fin leaned her head back and took in the sight of the polluted air. She smoke made her stomach churn. She always pictures this island would be like an image from a fairytale, but it was turning out to be quite the opposite. It looked almost exactly like her hometown, minus the luscious kungle surrounding the city. Fin was lost on her thoughts as she walked and almost ran into the several people from her short attention span.

[User]
"Joe….I…got it." He said with a nod and then turned his gaze to Leon. "And you're Lance." He looked at his sword and then at the tiger. "You two say Hi!" He pointed at his sword. "You two already know Stripes but this is Junior…..he's my sword." He said.

"He's a smart fella for a sword and stuff but me? I'm here because I'm gifted that's what my mom said." David chuckled. "So she sent me here to this camp for the gifted people."

But he knew and David was sure at their hearts they knew to.

"I'm probably like the most gifted person here to be honest, ya know? I mean I'm like real good at stuff....like pressing buttons and even wiping, can you guys do that? I'm a master wiper and I mean a master, barely got it on my fingers last time."

[Assistant]
"Sooo.... Your sword is called Junior.... right..." said Hikaru with a confused look on her face.

She ignored the latest comment of the boy and headed toward Joseph.

"Soo Hikari Nobunaga no? it's good to know I'm not the only japanese here, well half japanese. My name is Hikaru, Hikaru Kurosawa and as you can guess I'm japanese too, well half japanese."

I feel like I'm repeating myself.

"On the other hand we have a chinese too" said while glancing at Leon.

"I suppose Magi or as David would say, gifted people comes from any part of the world. Isn't it cool, we're like the X-Men or something like that"

If we go for skills, I would be Gambit or something around those lines thought the girl

[User]
Leon was looking at the sword David was holding out, junior was its name apparently, there was something about the sword that made him uneasy.

he heard another voice and turned to look toward the girl that was approaching, he heard her say her name was Hikaru and that she was half japanese. he let her think he was chinese, it was better, others never seem to be friendly to the Romani peoples.

[Assistant] I looked over at David's sword quietly. Something felt... off about it. I was glad when the girl from earlier came running up. "Y-Yeah, well... I could be only half Japanese, my mom doesn't really like talking about my father all that much..." I said quietly, rubbing the back of my head. "As for X-Men... I'm not sure, I never read or watched it." I said, chuckling awkwardly. "B-But it is pretty cool that I'm not some weirdo that was destined to be dissected or something." I said. "W-Well, it's nice to meet you, Hikaru... hehe... Hikaru and Hikari, they both mean light in Japanese, funny coincidence, right?" I asked.

[User] Fin sat down with her legs stretched out in front of her. She silently levitated a near by trash can, spinning it in circles as if it were a hand on an old grandfather clock. She gently placed it back on the ground and turned her attention elsewhere. She wanted to levitate one of the others, see just how well she could manipulate living creatures with her telekinesis. She listened in on the conversations going on between the others for a moment before finding herself staring into the palm of her hand, a small flame appeared and shaped into a sphere of spinning blue fire before she extinguished it with tech closing of her palm.

[Assistant]
"Yeah his name is Junior! What kinda weird name is Hickeru!?" David asked looking at Hikaru. "For a pretty pretty lady that sure is a silly name." He stuck out his tongue at her.

"Weird name but at least it isn't as bad as that idiot who named his sword Junior." David said with a serious expression. "But yep Hickeru, Lance and Joe my new best friends of all time."

[User] "I'm from Georgia, and Callanhad is an Irish name. It's from an adoptive father but I had tests done to find my real parents, and turns out I have lots of Irish genes." Mikkish looked at the two half Japanese and the Chinese "I see im a combo breaker here..." Mikkish looked over at David "Damn dude, you dragged that thing all the way here?" He chuckled, as morning joggers took a big curve around the group and the tiger.

[Assistant]
Hickeru?... Reminded her of that bad dream.

Oh god no, please not.

She sighed and then heard Mikkish's claim of being a combo breaker.

"Irish do have a certain legacy of badassery but not as much as the Russians Mikkyboy! That's my other half, Japanese and Russian heritage, now that's truly badass!" stated with a grin on her face which when matched with her slender figure gave a picture of all but badassery.

[User] "Oh..." Mikkish said, waving his hands in a surrendering pose, in response to Hikaru's claims of being a badass "Watch out guys, we're dealing with a badass over here."

[Assistant]
When the group got to the sidewalk between the park and the city, a bus pulled up. The captain had called for it.

Mikkish set his bag in a compartment on the side of the bus for anyone to put their bag. This included his book. He didn't like to be without it, and he hesitated when putting his bag away in the compartment. He couldn't shake the immense fear that it could be stolen.

Mikkish walked on and sat in the back, slumping in the seat.

"Uh...no animals on board..." The bus driver awkwardly said, seeing David with his frozen tiger friend.

[User]
Leon chuckled inwardly at Hikaru and Mikky, when the bus came up Leon boarded and took a seat. he didn't have a bag to put in the compartment.
he yawned, still tired after only a short rest on the boat, and leaned back in the seat and closed his eyes.

[Assistant] Fin stood and walked over to the bus that had arrived. She watched the others put their belongings on the compartment, but she didn't want hers out of her sight. It had her modified sniper hidden in the bottom in pieces and her book inside wrapped in a thin cloth. She very cautiously slipped it into the compartment after she was sir everyone else had theirs and was on the bus. She found an empty seat and tucked her knees up to her chest. She rested the side of her face on the top of her bent knees as she stared out the bus window, wondering how long of a bus ride it would be to the campus.

[User] I filed away the other boy's name and just kept quiet while they talked. When the bus arrived, I slipped my suitcase into the compartment on the side and went up with my archery bag, fearing that it might get crushed by someone else's luggage. I got on the bus and sat down in an empty seat and stared outside of the window, propping my case on the ground and in between my left leg and the wall of the bus.

[Assistant]
Unlike the rest, Hikaru just careless threw her bags in the compartment.

"Aaaah! Is refreshing, they were heaaaaavy!" exclaimed to herself.

As soon as she found a seat it took her just a minute to fell asleep, her last thoughts before that were.

Hey... I had my game console in that bag....

[User] - i get up and say to self-"where is everyody"-then i walk off into the jungle with my spear-

[Assistant]
The bus wheels sped off to the campus once everyone had been seated.

They were taken through the city. It was actually a mini tour, through the area they started in, through the city square, through the waterfront neighborhood. They had to go through a lower class neighborhood to make it through to the school, when Mikkish noticed a little slimey black tail peaking out of his sleeve on his arm.

"Shit!" He yelled, realizing... That leeches had got on his arm.

In fact, everyone from the boat had leeches covering them under their clothes.


[System]
NICKNAME: JRock, JarBear(his ex's pet name for him), and just Jar
AGE: 23
GENDER: Male
APPEARANCE:
EX: Delilah Christine Duclerc
FAVORITE MUSIC: Hardcore/screamo/metal/rock, but he pretty much likes anything except country
FAVORITE COLOR: Silver
HOBBY(s): plays guitar(among other instruments), DJing, songwriting, partying
ANIMALS: Loves them, but doesn't currently have any pets.
PERSONALITY: Jareth is a party animal and, despite the grungy exterior, he has quite the soft side. He is incredibly artistically-inclined, but not always the most intelligent person in the room. Ambitious and hardworking, hoping to chase his passion for music into stardom.
CAR: Old Faithful (a 1993 black Volvo 240 series)
TATTOOS/PIERCINGS/OTHER: lip ring offset to the left, double pierced ears on both sides, various (mostly tribal) tattoos on arms, chest, and back
MAJOR IN COLLEGE: Music Performance junior
OTHER: Came from an unfortunate upbringing, including being bounced around unloving and unsupportive foster homes. After getting kicked out at age 18, Jar worked at a pizza place for two years while playing in his garage band, Crim Son, before starting college. He has a bit of a drug habit, but nothing serious in his opinion.

[User]
Jareth paced back and forth in his room, shirtless and dripping seawater everywhere, but he didn't care. Out of anxiety, he chewed the already chipped black polish off of his fingernails on one hand while he held his phone in the other. Depression, anxiety, those and a host of many other things came along for a lifelong ride after a childhood spent in the foster system.

High,
 high,
 he would feel so much better if he was high.

No, he couldn't, not now. Instead, he spun around and began digging through his duffle bag until he found his benzos, one of the only drugs in the bag that was actually prescribed to him. He had already popped back two Xanax when the buzzing of his phone caused another wave of panic and anxiety to crash over him. Not only did she read the message, but she responded to it. It was right there, all he had to do was open it, but his fingers shook over the button. This was stupid, he was stupid. It had been two months, they agreed everything would get better if they just moved on.

So just pick your head up boy, and
Walk away
Walk the coolest walk that you know
Cause in a month or two she'll call you
You gotta hang up the phone

But he couldn't ignore the phone, not when he was the weak one that reached out in the first place. She was like a drug to him, and he never could resist a drug that made him feel that good, regardless of the side effects. So, he opened the message and read it. Her words rang truth that spoke directly to his soul, they never could do what was best for them... but it was the last sentence that really had him hung up.

I need to see you.

With trembling fingers, he typed in the address of his condo suite, not knowing that she was only a few walls away. It was a bold move - a foolish, stupid move - but bold none-the-less. But the message was sent. Nothing good come of her coming over here. Not while he was alone. Not if she came alone.

Stupid.

Stupid...

[Assistant]
Lila jumped in surprise when her phone chimed again, and let out a gasp when she read the address to where he was staying. And here again, were the odds playing against her. Out of all the places to stay in this town, out of all the rooms in this condo, and the boys had been assigned 724, the one across from their own. She stood up and was ready to go before hesitated for a moment, knowing that she was probably about to make a big mistake. But it was now or never: here was a chance to shed her pride and bare her soul to the man she so loved.

Lila dropped her phone on top of the bed, slammed the door open and rushed out of the room, but stopped short at the sight of the kitchen counter. Milli and Hunter were gone. Not only had Hunter left behind the champagne bottle, but he'd also left his room key. With a swift movement, Lila snatched the room key and sprinted to the room across the hall from hers, failing to notice anything going on around her. Her nervous fingers trembled as she tried to open the suite's door, making the task somewhat difficult. It was only on the third try when she gained access to the suite 724.

She found Jareth in the only room who'd had the door closed, his back to her. She noticed that he was shaking and holding his prescription bottle in the hand that wasn't holding his cellphone. The sign was obvious: he was having a relapse of his mental illnesses, all because of Lila's impulsive actions. I'm such a monster, Lila thought with tearful eyes. What kind of woman caused more pain to an already broken soul?

Lila ran the short steps separating them and hugged him tightly from behind, pressing the side of his face to his bare back. "JarBear, I'm so sorry!" she told him, her voice cracking. "I'm so sorry for everything. You deserve so much better than me. I'm a heartless, cold-blooded monster. But, I swear to you, no one will love you more than I do. I'm here for you, sweetheart. I'm not going to hurt you. Put the pills down, baby. I need you, Jareth, and I'm so terribly lost without you. I love you so much, more than you can ever imagine."

[User]
Adelisa heard the door slam shut and she jumped from the couch, falling onto the ground. Her eyes were wide and reddened, looking around for the source of the slam. She was now alone. She was always… alone. Adelisa stood up and shook her head, almost like it was easier to just shake off the self-hate than to wallow in it as she had done just minutes ago. She stood up silently and walked into her room, not caring to shut the door.

She had to leave. If she stayed, she would probably try to drown herself in alcohol. Her eyes went to the window and she sighed. The only place she could see herself was travelling the world and creating smiles all around the world, even if she does not smile as much as everyone around her. She softly hummed a song as she started collecting her clothes and packing. All she had to pack were her clothes she changed out of, but she was in a slow mood so it took long enough for her to stop and start singing.

 pulled away to face the pain.
I close my eyes and drift away.
Over the fear that I will never find
A way to heal my soul.
And I will wander 'til the end of time
Torn away from you.

The song was meant for sorrow. It was her way of release, if she couldn't drink she'd sing. Adelisa closed her eyes and swayed.

My heart is broken
Sweet sleep, my dark angel
Deliver us from sorrow's hold
(Over my heart)

Tears fell as the song continued, but it was almost a relief. Her heart fell into the lyrics like a lover losing her other half. In which, it was sort of true. Adelisa lost her lover to his own thought process. She lost him to other people's thoughts. If Adelisa were to sail the same boat he was on, she'd surely jump.

I can't go on living this way
But I can't go back the way I came
Chained to this fear that I will never find
A way to heal my soul
And I will wander 'til the end of time
Half alive without you

She stopped and fell onto her bed. It was the lyrics that made her feel better, but the tone fell into her heart and sank it with it's heavy anchor. She looked out of the window and took in a deep breath.

[Assistant]
Luckily for Grant, the gym was nearly empty when he arrived. He wasn't crying, but he had the crazy urge to hit something. So that was what he did. Picking up a pair of boxing gloves, he moved to the punching bag in the corner, although he didn't see the bag, he saw the guy Adelisa was flirting with. He hit him once. Looks like we both weren't right for each other after all. He him it again. Dammit. He hit 'the guy' twice more in quick succession, each punch more powerful than the last. How did he feel about Addie? He loved her. Grant wasn't always the most fun guy out there, preferring his quiet activities or hiking to partying, preferring to make connections and go for tons of internships to hanging out at a bar, but Addie was his fun side. She made him laugh, feel more alive than the thought of becoming a lawyer. It was his dream, but she'd been his life. Except for the part where you were too ashamed to be seen with her, a snide voice from the back of his mind reminded him. He hit the bag with all his might. Suddenly it didn't look like the guy,it looked like him. Sweat streamed down his face. No, not ashamed. He'd never been ashamed of his beautiful, beautiful Addie.

Then what? She'd complained about how he'd never even hold her hand in public, how he'd never mentioned her as his girlfriend to his mother or pretty much anyone but Hunter and Jareth. He hadn't been ashamed, he knew that much. He'd been afraid. Of what people would say, yeah. His father, before he'd been shot in a courtroom, had always told him that he'd have it harder than other people, white people, yes. People would subconsciously or consciously judge him, and it was important that he never give them a reason to think him a thug, a delinquent, anything less than the best lawyer. He needed to conform. So he had, until Adelisa came around. She was beautiful, and he'd wanted her, but he still didn't want to risk everything he'd worked for over how unorthodox she was. Her tattoos, her piercings.. It hadn't fit with the image he wanted, so he pretended to everyone that she wasn't in the image at all.

But hell, now that she wasn't in the image at all... Grant's fists were a blur, giving blow after blow until he could hardly think. I need her, he thought, panting, but it looks like she doesn't need me. Giving a last, tired punch, he tore the gloves off and wiped his face with the towel round his neck. He wouldn't ask for her back, he didn't deserve the chance, and maybe she'd find someone better suited for her. Grant was giving up. He walked out of the gym, heading back to his condo for a shower.

[User]
Jareth heard keys jingling in the hallway and then the telltale beep of someone being granted access to the suite. Good, one of the guys was home, that would keep him at least somewhat accountable of his actions. This vacation was about forgetting, maybe even finding another lady - at least for the week - but, Delilah? They never could exercise self-restraint around each other, right from they very moment their eyes had met... But he couldn't, Jareth could NOT sleep with Delilah, it would inevitably complicate things.

With these hands that I write with
And the ode that I live by...
I will never be with you.

But he didn't have to worry, his bros would keep him from walking into her flames once again. Like an insect, he wouldn't be able to resist the light, and unless a strong enough wind through him off course, he would willingly snuff out his own life for a glimpse at paradise. Jar had hoped that it was Grant coming in, he was the one with the most level head. Jareth was just about to put the Xanax away and throw on a shirt in order to lessen the temptation, if only slightly, when someone opened his bedroom door. That wasn't right, Hunter and Grant would know better than to barge in on him...

No, it couldn't be her. He had just sent the text, how could she have gotten there so quickly? Jareth stood still, paralyzed in shock when the timber of her voice confirmed his suspicions. "JarBear, I'm so sorry!" she began, quickly understanding the private scene she had just interrupted. She had rushed up behind him and wrapped her arms around his bare torso. The embrace forced him close his eyes and drop the prescription bottle with a noisey clatter. His tears had long since dried, and the benzos quickly helped tame the panic and shakes, but the empty grayness within him wouldn't leave so soon. Like cyanide, the words that poured from mouth were the sweetest poison, and he wanted to drink them in so badly.

Jareth felt the full force of her emotional whiplash. She had always been like this, it was one of their biggest problems. She was hot and then cold, cold and then hot again. She would slice him with her words and then attempt to apply balm to his wounds by saying "I need you" in the very same sentence. With a sigh, he turned to face her. Mascara had bled down her face and her hair was disheveled, it was obvious that they had both been crying. The situation was all too familiar to them, this painful silence was when they usually tried to heal their brokenness with kisses. Her lips were full and inviting, so he stared at them while he spoke.

"Two months, Bombs." his voice cracked through the silence following her words. "It's been two months since --" he stopped, realizing he really hadn't prepared his words well at all. "I thought you were doing okay, you have been so calm... I, I thought maybe soon I would start to feel okay too." he brought his eyes to meet hers now. "I'm sure you planned this break to be as much of an escape as I did. We should be able to enjoy ourselves, this doesn't have to be ruined because we are both here, right?" He didn't know who he was trying to convince more. Jar wanted so badly for them to continue leading separate lives, but he also really wanted to wrap his hands around her wrists and pin her to the king-sized bed just inches away. There was no one there to stop them.

Regardless of warnings, the insect found himself leaning forward, flying towards her light...


[System]
✦ Character Theme | Team Player ✦

"Come on, come on, come on! You're boring me; let's make this exciting!"

General Information

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Age

21
Birth Date

13th of June
Gender

Male
Sexuality

Bisexual
Species

Snake Faunus

Appearance

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Physical Appearance

Jet has a very lean, lithe build and stands at around 6'2". Bolstering a sickly pale skin tone and smooth complexion,
 excluding the slick, chartreuse scales that line the back of his neck and spread down his shoulder blades into his lower back. His diamond shaped face is comprised of a sharp, angular jawline and strong features. Most notably are his eyes, which are a brilliant gold with long,
 slit irises. His lips are incredibly thin, concealing a peculiar oddity; that of an elongated, forked serpentine tongue. His hair is a mop of silky malachite that is purposefully disheveled. Jet is often referred to by his Faunus brethren as human passing. This means that he is able to hide his Faunus traits much easier than other's and be viewed as a full blooded human.
Attire

Jet is a very smart dresser, even when facing off against Grimm opponents. While most fighters would prefer to wear clothes that allow for more freedom of movement, Jet's reliance on his semblance to fight as opposed to a weapon means he is able to take some liberties when it comes to fashion. Boasting a well tailored suit, comprised of a long sleeved white button up shirt, with emerald cuff-links pinned to each wrist. A long, black tie is tucked neatly into a grey vest with a golden chain reaching from below the right chest towards his right hip. Over this Jet dons a black suit jacket and a pair of black trousers with matching dress shoes. Atop his head rests a rumpled hat; a standout in his otherwise pristine outfit.

Personality

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Suave, well-mannered and cunning.

Jet is a sharp tongued charmer always looking for the next thrill. Brought up in the upper class, Jet was always taught that one can get far with good manners and a few words of flattery. This advice has served him well, especially where his romantic interests are concerned. Quick witted, Jet is able to talk his way out of almost any situation. He often finds himself needing this skill,
 due to a very prominent character defect. You see, Jet always finds himself in a state of incurable boredom. He often finds himself forgetting his manners once he grows tired of the person he's talking to, never able to sit still and listen to someone for more than ten seconds. He charges ahead without considering those around him, taking unnecessary risks just to spice things up.

Jet always finds himself jumping from one idea to the next, never able to follow through with a project. To him, it just became too bothersome too quickly. He tends to come off as an egotistical jerk to many, only interested in his own exploits. He can be incredibly blunt and likes to stir others up just to see their reactions. Needless to say, Jet doesn't make the best team mate.

Combat Information

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Aura Color

Malachite
Semblance

Ouroboros | Jet's Semblance allows him to form Summoning Glyphs that fire a spectral chain with various uses. Multiple chains can be summoned at once and manipulated freely. Each chain has either a serpents head or tail at the end. The Serpent's head can latch onto anything, piercing it to be reeled in towards Jet or as an anchor for him to pull himself to. The Serpent's tail is a sharp, curved blade that allows for ranged attacks.
Weapon

Ophiuchus | More of a tool than a weapon, Ophiuchus is an aura enhancing contraption that straps to the back of his right hand, secured with leather bands that coil around his wrist. The device uses a specially crafted lens that is able to focus even small amount of aura, strengthening the aura to be manipulated by Jet for his Semblance. With Ophiuchus, Jet is able to expend much more Aura than other hunters and keep himself in combat longer.
Fighting Style

Jet is a controller when out on the field, foregoing raw destruction in exchange for being able to manipulate the fight from a distance. Striking at foes with his chains at range, re-positioning both himself and enemies as he deems necessary to offer a strategic advantage in battle. He can be a bit of a trickster when he fights, using his wits to deceive foes and redirect their attention from his allies.

Background

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The young Prince had everything he could ever want. Where's the fun in that?

Raised by a high brow, aristocratic family of hunters, Jet was born into a life of luxury. In his youth he freely abused the privilege he was born into to satisfy every little desire he had. Most would look at the life he had and be green with envy. Never wanting for anything, loving parents and the best education money could buy. In truth, Jet would have thought the same had he not burned through every possible leisurely escapade so quickly. Left with nothing new to try, Jet quickly grew frustrated in his surroundings.
 A spoiled brat pining to his parents for more, despite having the world at his fingertips. Instead of scolding him for being unappreciative, Jet's parents naively succumbed to his whims. Enlisting the service of an esteemed Huntress, Jet would receive his Huntsman training from no one but the very best.

He played around with all manner of weapons and tools, but it was all for naught. Despite giving his best shot at it, he was completely incompetent with any kind of weaponry. Naturally he threw a fit, but no amount of tantrums could change the truth. As fate would have it,
 he would bloom later than most when his Semblance activated. Under the tutelage of the Huntress, Jet learnt to better control his aura and eventually enlisted the expertise of weapon smiths in order to create Ophiuchus; a tool that greatly enhances Aura Manipulation. Wielding his Semblance, Ouroboros, as skillfully as another Hunter would their weapon, Jet was able to fight on the level of his peers.

When the Calm was disrupted by an onslaught of new Grimm, Jet saw not tragedy but an opportunity to prove himself as a Huntsman. Jet's family possessed the resources to defend and relocate themselves, so he did not suffer the losses of some. Yet despite this, he has set out into the new and dangerous world with the intention of killing as many Grimm as he can and earning his stripes.

[User]
Aiden Himura

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He would be trying to calm himself down after his outburst earlier when Sarah came up and started talking to him. He didn't respond but smirked to himself as she walked away. He hadn't met anyone that had similarities, shutting up chatter boxes for example. Considering her suggestion about wanting to talk, he watched to see if she could get a fight with the chatter box. As expected, the instructor said no. Disappointing. He thought for sure chatter box would get his comeuppance. Aiden stood up and was about to push through the crowd again to get to the front when the Headmaster entered the area and he parted with everyone else, even though he didn't want to. He had gotten into enough trouble already, he wasn't looking for any more.

He watched as the headmaster passed by the student accompanying Orenz and listened to what he had to say. When the headmaster referenced him and chatter box, he rolled his eyes, getting slightly angry again before calming himself down. Cobal then mentioned something about needing a team to go beyond the walls, eager to finally go out and get some real action, he raised his hand.

"I'll do it."

He walked past everyone to the front of the crowd. The only reason he volunteered was because he thought that chick from before would join up. He wanted to see how she did in battle. She was one of the only people that he liked so far, they both shared a dislike for chatter box after all. He also figured chatter box would probably join up too. He was willing to tolerate him, but if he does anything to set him off again, he won't hesitate for another scuffle.

[Assistant]
Sarah was a little disappointing with the response she got, she had wanted to explain how it'd be good for him to get knocked on his ass but the headmaster had arrived before she could formulate an argument. She looked over at the headmaster with little difficulty, being a good amount taller than everyone had its perks. And the moment shed been waiting for finally arrived, she had the chance to leave the campus and shoot some filthy Grimm. Her face lit up with a disturbing amount of enthusiasm, "I can go! I'll help! Pick me!" She would say raising her hand up and jumping up and down. Of coarse with her height she really didn't need to but alas she'd already done it.

The temperature around her picked up a little, almost as if her urge to go was so strong it was manifesting as heat in the very air. Of coarse in actuality it was her hidden rage at the Grimm that was behind the temperature shift, buts he wasn't about to admit that. She looked over at the angry kid who had also volunteered, she was excited to see him demolish some Grimm skulls with his might bat. If she had a tail right now, oh boy would it be wagging. Sarah might have looked a little frightening as she giggled while drawing her massive weapon.

[User]
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 Ansgar had fallen into chatting idly with some other Faunus students while the tall girl had went looking to see if she could spar with him as well now, though he missed all of that, being out of ear shot of the whole discussion between the two. When Orenz raised his voice, announcing the purpose and intent of the arena being to train and help others train, and to not let it escalate to anything beyond that, the raven faunus chuckled a bit, arms linked behind his head casually. While he wasn't laughing at the instructor, far from it, being the receiving end of just such a thing sparking off was, well, hard to describe. Interesting, though, since it seemed that Mr. Broody had shown his hand in being fueled by rage. Useful to know, though that would make sparring matches for the purposes of training tricky, since once his partner did something to infuriate him, that could set things off rather quickly.

 "Sure thing Teach, won't go ruffling my feathers over it at any rate." Chuckling at his own bad joke, the arrival of Headmaster Cobal certainly got people's attention. Grinning a bit more sheepishly as the Headmaster pretty much pointed out him and Mr. Broody, he gave a sort of 'what can you do' sort of shrug in response, having no intentions of changing how he acted just because someone got pissed off with him. Besides, when Ms. Goldilocks stepped in before his sparring match started, she had been looking for no holding back. No sense disappointing an audience then, even at the expense of a sparring partner. When the Headmaster mentioned heading out, Mr. Broody and Ms. Giantess spoke up one after the other, both volunteering for the mission. Suppressing the urge to laugh while he spoke, he also stepped forward and volunteered.

 "Well, I could certainly use the opportunity to stretch my legs and head out on a field trip. Besides, a friendly little team building exercise is just what we could use right now, I would bet!" Of course, Ansgar was putting as much friendliness into his tone as he could get away with, hands moving to the pockets of his long coat, continuing to smile and be generally happy. Especially if it was an irritant for certain parties involved, someone needed to learn to reign in their temper after all. That, and with the end of sparring so early, he did have some energy to burn, but whether he would be sent out with those two or not remained to be seen.

[Assistant]
Despite having only been present at the encampment for a couple hours at most, Jet already found himself wasting away with nothing to occupy his mind. It almost made the trip seem like a colossal waste of time. Resting up against a fence with his hands shoved in his pockets, a Cheshire grin permanently fixed from ear to ear, the young Faunus scoured the sparring arena. The battles tickled his fancy a little, but the no semblance challenge that had been set was a major deterrent. No use fighting a battle he knew there was no chance of winning. He settled for just watching today, impatiently tapping his toe while he prayed something exciting would happen. The large, burly teacher stepping in to halt a potentially fatal attack garnered a curious rise of an eyebrow, but was otherwise met with an exasperated sigh.

Jet's attention swapped between the loud mouthed Faunus and the moody human, rubbing his chin with a quizzical expression. They were intriguing, to say the least. He couldn't help but think about how fun they'd be to toy with. Loud, rambunctious and over-eager. It was a recipe for excitement. He'd definitely keep those two in mind if he ever needed a quick rush.

The Headmaster stood at the podium and addressed the campus, bringing Jet out of his train of thought. Adjusting his hat, the young man walked forward and joined the rest of the crowd. Headmaster Cobal was requesting the aid of Huntsman in a scouting mission. Really? A scouting mission? It sounded like a snooze fest. Still, it was better than just sitting around here watching the grass grow. As expected, the squawking birdbrain and brooding tough guy put their hands up to volunteer; as well as a girl who could barely contain her excitement. Jet found her enthusiasm unnerving. In any case, he slowly raised a hand into the air and cleared his throat.
"I must insist you allow me to attend. I fear for my sanity if I am to spend another moment in this place." Jet speech was refined and proper, but his casual cynicism dripped from every word he spoke. A few peers shot him an annoyed look. Perhaps they were questioning who this stranger was, making demands of the Headmaster. Or maybe they were puzzled that someone dressed so finely would even be a Huntsman. Jet paid them no mind, but instead tilted his head to stare directly at the other's who had volunteered. He flashed them a grin that most would perceive as friendly, but a keen mind would notice the rather cold, indifference behind it. It wasn't a sincere smile, but a mere facade of politeness which Jet had made a habit of over the years.


[System]
Current EXP: 0

Inventory:

Clothing: Alpha Rabbit Loin cloth, Medium bone and spider silk armor,

Weapons: Bite, Sharp Claws,

Acquired Skills: Beast Tamer: See Character.

Sharp Bite: Sharpened bite is a relatively simple move allowing the user to perform a bite attack and draw blood not useful in most situations but when to use in close range fights can decisively turn the tide of battle, when upgraded can tear off limbs of enemies with ease.

Knowledge of the 3: knowing the names of the god and goddesses of the world they live in they can now properly worship them. Ramos god of light and the sun, Duvelna goddess of death and the night, Shirila the goddess of the earth and nature.

Unarmed combat, beginner: learned how to fight with ones bare hand and understands how to block and strike with one's own hands

Rookie camouflage: This goblin has learned how to use the environment to its advantage and hide even in plain sight. At higher levels will grant total camouflage regardless of environment.

Bloody strike: this goblin has learned to find the most vulnerable part of its prey and strike to cause massive bleeding damage. Warning: ineffective against inanimate objects or undead.

Gravekeepers spirit: These goblins are able to feel the strength of those that have long since passed. When near a dead body or a skeleton the goblins are able to draw strength without the requirement of being necromancers. Even carrying a skull as an adornment allows the goblins to be stronger, faster, lighter as they draw strength. However, drawing all the strength of a certain dead body or their parts will cause it to disintegrate into dust.

Silk Spinning: they have learned how to create their own silk through their fingertips, allowing them to create traps and snares without supplies. However, it isn't controllable at first and acts like silly string.

Stone Skin: stone skin is an active ability that can be triggered to increase defense dramatically making ones very skin harder to cut or penetrate. Can be upgraded to steel skin for increased protection.

Dead whispers: a special ability only given to those that are inclined towards death. He is now able to hear the calls of those that are long dead and can learn ancient knowledge, can be upgraded to allow for full conversations.

Deathly movements: the user is now able to dodge movements that would otherwise harm him. He is able to evade blows much easier and with much greater flexibility than his hobgoblin counterparts.

Stone Wind Stance: this stance allowed him to move with fluid motions while still having a strong defence to handle any blows that tried to hit him.

Titles:

Blessings:

Blessings of the dead: This goblin has been blessed by the goddess of death herself he and whoever follows him now gain the ability to earn double XP. With each kill they gain, they make an offering to the goddess and it is as if her deathly presence approves of each kill. Each offering of a dead kill now offers double XP. This Hobgoblin also receives the following benefits. The ability to see and eat souls for one. He can also learn necromancy easier. Then He has mental debuff resistance and dark magic resistance.

Devils luck: they are all lucky to be alive, and it shows in how well they take chances...

Curses:

Current Evolution: Ghoul - Day 6

Past evolutions and xp:
Hobgoblin - Day 5 (1x demon spider, 1x troll, 1x alpha troll, = 152 xp)
Goblin - Day 0 (1x horned bunny, 2x alpha horned bunny, 11x lesser Skeleton's = 460 xp)

Notable places: Directions from starting cave.
Church to the east?
Wolves to the west, dangerous in packs beware of alphas.
Venomous vipers to the south east.
Venomous spiders to the North East
Bats to the north, they hide in trees during the day to hide from the sun.
also possible legendary beast to the far far north.
Gender: Male

Appearance:
Ghoul - Hobgoblin Gird had accepted the chance to evolve and as such when he woke up he would see that he wasn't that much taller then he was before. He only reached as high as 5 feet which was the size of an average human. What changed, however, was not his size but his appearance, his body that was once pale now had rotting parts that looked like his body was ready to fall off at any given moment and he could even look down and see the bone of his arm! He grew hair over his head that was as black as ebony and reached down to his shoulders and his eyes now looked eternally bloodshot. He looked like he was a rotting corpse which would explain a lot. However all is not negative, Now it seemed as though he could see in the dark. Now when he got close to the bones of the dead from a few nights back it seemed as though they could speak to him in some language he couldn't understand. While his body might look ready to fall apart at the seams in truth this meant he was much faster than when he was a hobgoblin. Now it seemed like his body was light as a feather and moved with the air around him.

Hobgoblin "The Variant" - This goblin has been changed in a more dramatic way then his siblings. Throughout his interactions and his training, he was changed making him as large as the others that have evolved however his skin tone has changed to that of pale white. This makes him stand out easily however his skin tone gives him the special affinity for death. His skin has gone pale and as such it will make him harder to not be seen however he can just as easily train his skill to blend with the environment. His claws have grown longer and sharper rivaling that of a wolves claws and his teeth have since become sharper as well making his biting skill more effective. Clearly if looked on in the right light he might look like a wraith or a vengeful ghost. He still has the three claw marks over the right side of his head and ear, as well as the mark on his left side. These marks, although still pale, are slightly darker than his current skin tone. Thanks to his goddess Duvelna, he now has 4 black claw marks stretching from the top of his right shoulder to his lower left abdomen as a sign of his faith.

Goblin - Gird has an average height and strong build. His skin is a darker than average shade of green with lighter green blotches abound giving him an almost natural forest camouflage. Gird also has two white birth marks. One looks like he was scratched by something with three claws down the right side of his head, and the second looks almost like something big bit him in the left side of his abdomen. His black hair is normally kept short and his eyes hold a yellow color.

Personality: Stoic, Brave, Stubborn, and Blunt are a few words that can describe this particular male. His loyalty to the tribe will not falter for any promise of gold or harm. He holds within him a sense of duty to his people and will do what he thinks he must do to protect them.

Past Life History: Grid was once known as Victor. A tall brute of a man with a soft spot for animals. Victor worked with a group that protected endangered animals from poachers by hunting poachers. He was even able to befriend a few of the wild animals that were around. But one day while on patrol he was mauled to death by a wounded predator.

Skill: Beast Tammer — a trait carried over from his past life. It allows him to befriend and tame beasts. Some that are lower level than he is, to the point he wouldn't learn anything from them, may very well simply ignore him or treat him as one of their own. Either way Gird seems to have a natural affinity with taming or understanding beasts and monsters.

Other: He simply wishes that one day he will be a mighty goblin that will be able to protect his tribe for years to come.

[User]
Hᴏʙɢᴏʙʟɪɴ Aʀᴄʜ

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Dᴀʏ 6

"Thank you!!" Arch said as he accepted the fruit, holding it well with a hand, "I will be sure to give it to one, but for now I must go hunt. Hope you stay alive and well. May the Goddess watch over you!" And with that, he ran off. He was truly hungry and he knew that things this far would like not be of the nicest kind. So he ran south closer to the caves, eyes and ears open to anything that could become prey, he was really hoping for something, "Something bigger than a rabbit if possible though... or just a big rabbit. I just need some food..." He muttered as he kept going south. Soon he would find something... hopefully.

EXP: 90

Inventory:
 - Sturdy Stick: It is just a stick Arch found on his first day out, to this day it is still with him.
 - Earthen Weave: This bracelet is a constant conduit to the Goddess Shirila, allowing him to be protected even when alone, so if need be, he could speak to Shirila should the situation call for it.
 - Fruit of the Earth Bear: When given to a cub will allow the cub to be a pet and follow the giver like a father.

Acquired Skills:
 - Duelist's Stance: This stance has been passed down from soldier to soldier. It teaches the correct way to hold their weapon when faced with an equal opponent.
 - Gravekeepers Spirit: Arch is able to feel the strength of those that have long since passed. When near a dead body or a skeleton, he is able to draw strength without the requirement of being a necromancer. Even carrying a skull as an adornment allows the goblins to be stronger, faster, lighter as they draw strength. However, drawing all the strength of a certain dead body or their parts will cause it to disintegrate into dust.
 - Intense Strike: Intense strike is a move that brings the user the greatest power through a single strike with willpower alone. This strike can cause intense damage if aimed correctly and when upgraded can break bones to pieces
 - Knowledge of the Three: Knowledge of the Three Great Gods. Ability to properly worship. Ability to create shrines in honor of the Three Great Gods.
 - Primitive Medicine: The goblin now knows how to make primitive salves and bandages for fresh wounds. He can't make sophisticated medicine but can craft items that will ease pain and prevent infection.
 - Stalking Stance: Stalking stance allows the user to enter a sort of stealth mode when hunting. The user is harder to detect and see while in the stance allowing for easier surprise attacks.

Titles: Fire Dampener: Higher resistance to fire and fire magic.

Blessings: None

Curses: None

[Assistant]
Goblin Gredy: In Argo's cave

A sigh escaped Gredy as he reached up to rub the back of his neck, taking a moment to collect himself before telling his brief tale. "Well to start with, my name is Gredy." he began, seemingly more confident with himself now that it was clear that he wasn't going to be killed on sight or any other horrible things happen... at least not in the foreseeable future. "I had joined a hunting party being led by our tribe's self named 'tracking expert' Zog to hunt down what he claimed was a fox of some kind."

An annoyed look quickly appeared on his face as anger slowly leaked into his voice. "Zog was an idiot. The 'fox' he was having us track-" his fingers had been brought up to make quotation marks "- turned out to be a wolf. Which is not only bigger and more dangerous than a fox would have been, but he lead us right into its home... and introduced us to the rest of the family. In the mad dash to outrun Zog, I ended up scaling a tall tree after I got separated from everyone else in the bushes... and by the time it was safe to come back down, I had no idea where I was or how to get back to where my tribe lived..."

[User]
Hobgoblin Luz

Luz could help but look a bit uncomfortable for a second as she held her arm for a second, however, she didn't want to show her leader any weakness so she tried to look at him and give him a smile. "Well...that seems...rough to be honest but if it's your goal when i stand by you." She told him calmly folding her arm in front of her. When Gird warned her about the danger of being monster of such growth and Divine blessing Luz simply nodded to him. "Well, in that case, i feel sorry for whatever fool try to paint a target on us. I'll come with you." She told him planning on following her word.

As Luz followed Gird took it upon himself to test his new body, and from the look of things, Gird was telling the truth for as he ran forward Luz tried to follow suit only to fall behind him. For some reason, she felt that Gird shouldn't be able to move like that his state and yet...Evolution sure is a mysteries thing. As Gird came back Luz made both of her hands into fists and took the stance boxer. "Let test those new abilities of yours." She told him before running forward towards him and begin throwing punches at Gird targetting his face, cheeks, and chest; unfortunately, forgetting to hold back as she attacked him.

[Assistant]
Ghoul Gird  Adventure! > Just some harmless training /// Day 6 // Morning

Luz seemed to be distant for a moment, she seemed like she didn't quite understand what had happened to him or how it made him better. Her worry was apparent even if she tried to hide it. "I will not make you follow this path I have chosen. However, do not misunderstand my reasoning for this. I'm doing this for you, I'm doing this for them." Glancing off toward the stone church and then back to her, "I'm doing what I can to be stronger, to be better, to be more powerful. All of this, all of my choices and motives are all focused on protecting all of us from whatever may stand against us. That is something that I can promise you."

He didn't have much more time to do anything before the female put her fists up in a ready position, saying something about testing his new skills. She lunged at him swinging wildly at him. Honestly it briefly caught him off guard. His new skill [Deathly Movements] kept him protected. Somehow he knew or felt her movements and where they were coming from, this in turn allowed him to dodge some of the attacks she threw at him while most seemed to graze him. Only a few hit their mark.

Activating [Stone Skin] the ghoul attempted to hold his ground. Using what he knew about blocking with his unarmed fighting with the combination of [Stone Skin] and [Deathly Movements] to try and see if he couldn't improve his skills while she could do the same. A brief training session was always a good way to start off a morning hunt.

EXP: 0

Inventory: Purple Book

Clothing: Alpha rabbit loin cloth, Medium bone and spider silk armor, Old Goblin Healer Skull named Gobta,

Weapons: Sharp Bite, Claws,

Acquired Skills: Beast Tamer, Sharp Bite, Knowledge of the 3, Unarmed Combat: beginner, Rookie camouflage, bloody strike, Grave keepers Spirit, Silk Spinning, Stone Skin, Deathly movements, Dead whispers,

Titles:

Blessings: Blessings of the dead, Devils luck,

Current Injuries:

Curses: