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Appearance:

Symbol:
Age: 18

Height: 6'0

Weight: 130 Ibs

Gender: Male

Race: Human

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Theme Song: Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son

Based off of: Robin Hood

Color: Rosso Corsa

[User]
Krysthane: Gym + Duel

Krysthane cursed as she spun forward from the power of her kick, barely able to control herself as she landed heavily on the ground. As she landed she saw Emerald began firing from the ground forcing Krysthane to jet to the side. A consecutive series of blasts kept Krysthane quickly moving, barely able to avoid the blasting bullets. Krysthane decided that the only thing to stop Emerald from firing endlessly until she got lucky was to bring the fight to her, so she tapped into her semblance lightening her body to allow her free-er movement. Krysthane's final approach led to her sliding by parallel to Emerald and swiping with her right leg in a sweeping low kick. The main objective was to get Emerald to reposition, then Krysthane could attack again while Emerald was still adjusting.

Just as she had anticipated this was turning out to be an exciting fight. Already she had come within inches of landing a devastating blow, now the challenge was whether she could make it through the haze of bullets and land a solid hit on her opponent. Otherwise the effort of dashing around dodging bullets would eventually drain her. She had to keep on the offensive and throw Emerald off balance, luckily due to her avoidance tactics water was already spread all across the floor, of course Krysthane had no troubles with it but the same likely couldn't be said for Emerald.

[Assistant]
IC: Emerald Felicia - Vs Krysthane -

Krysthane was doing an excellent job of avoiding Emmy's attacks, and getting the floor all wet and slippery while she was at it. This could prove to be an issue for Emmy. As Krysthane weaved herself closer Emerald had managed to get back on her feet again, for how long who could say?

Krysthane finally made her move, suddenly speeding up and going on the offensive. Emerald had been expecting this, they both knew that Krysthane couldn't keep dodging bullets forever. Krysthane slid parallel to Emmy with a sweeping kick. Krysthane was fast enough that Emerald was forced to take evasive maneuvers. She leaped backwards and directly away from Krysthane, while she was in mid leap she aimed her weapons directly below her, right about where Krysthane was and fired both her weapons simultaneously. The force of the blasts pushed her further backwards. Considering Emmy had just pointed two big shotguns at Krysthane, Emerald hoped she'd caught her in the blast, she was difficult to hit all considering.

She really, really hoped she hit Krysthane, because when she landed on the ground she slipped on a puddle and tripped, landing on her ass. "Ow!"

[User]
Krysthane: Gym + Duel

Krysthane panicked as Emerald brought both her guns to bear at pointblack range. Frantically she pulled up her legs to shield her body and concentrated on reducing the gravity of the bullets so they hit with less force. Still the bullets slammed into her legs heavily and knocked the wind out of her. Krysthane unsteadily regained her ground, her armored boots had saved her from most of the damage but still had still been forced to block some of it with her aura. Deciding to attack quickly Krysthane grounded herself and shot a jet of high pressured water directly at Emerald and once again began chasing after her, this time determined to stick to her opponent. At this rate it seemed Emerald would simply jump away whenever Krsythane got close, she would have to do something to interrupt the cycle, not just hope she got lucky. But what to do...

[Assistant]
IC: Emerald Felicia - Vs Krysthane -

Emerald barely had time to get back on her feet before the jet of water struck her chest, again slipping on the water as she tried to stay up. This wasn't working, she was soaking wet along with the floor, and Krysthane was charging at her. It seemed it was time to air dry.

She concentrated, her eyes glowing slightly as a powerful blast of air seemed to shoot out from all around her. It sent the water around her on the floor flying away from her, and unless Krysthane could dodge air it would push her away from Emerald as well, though the best it would really do was delay her from reaching Emerald.

The fight was turning out to be as exciting as Emerald had hoped for, but she was getting tired. As much as she hated to admit it Krysthane was wearing her down, and the air blast had drained Emerald's stamina as well. Krysthane was a melee fighter, and it seemed reasonable to assume if it came to a battle of stamina that Krysthane would beat her. Emmy would be tired out long before Krysthane.

So it had come to this, her last trump card. As soon as Emmy had unleashed her airblast she slammed her weapons together, which immediately began to merge and transform into something else entirely. When it was done Emmy was holding what appeared to be a very large cannon over her shoulder.

She had a rather devious grin on her face as her weapon began to charge. Sure, the attack would drain her aura completely, but she doubted Krysthane would have much aura left after this either. The end of the cannon's barrel began to hum and glow with energy as it began to take in Emerald's aura for fuel.

She wasn't sure how Krysthane would react, she might try to avoid the blast, or try to attack before she fired. Didn't matter, because Emmy confidently pulled the trigger regardless. Either she'd hit Krysthane, or she wouldn't. Considering the size of the blast though, not getting hit by the blast was pretty slim. The gym shook a little as Emerald fired, the cannon aimed in Krysthane's general position. The explosion was loud, bright, and spectacular. Emerald hardly noticed though as she collapsed on the floor, her aura in the red. Power like that had a heavy price after all.

[User]
Kuhaku Shiro - Lakeside

Bandage-wrapped arm shooting out of the waters and grabbing onto land, Shiro dragged his body from the lake and onto firm ground. Despising the odd feeling of gravity being amplified on his body as he surfaced, he pulled the goggles and rebreather mask from his face and set them to his side. Letting himself drip-dry for a moment, Shiro turned and sat to catch his breath. Looking at Perun attached to his left arm, Shiro quietly brooded. Looking back at the lake, he couldn't figure out just how in the world he was going to manage to fight off that amphibious Grimm. It killed him to know he was so close to potentially achieving his goal. If he could somehow force it to surface, Shiro would fare a much better chance. He just wasn't experienced in engaging in underwater combat.

"Water levels freakin' suck, dude..."
Forcefully huffing, Shiro shook himself off.
"Maybe the other guys have a better plan, we'll just have to see."
Pouting, he waited for the others to surface.
If they couldn't manage something today, they may have to come back another time.
Further prolonging the dagger retrieval.
Shiro wasn't pleased with that thought.

, @Guess Who, @Onarax

[Assistant]
Robert Fallson - The Lake

Robert floated on his back at the surface of the water, still breathing heavily to catch his breath. His mind was searching for possible ideas to get rid of the Ogdoad as he stared up at the sky above. "You know... that thing... seemed pretty darn... interested... in those... drone... things," he said, taking large gulps of air between each pause. If only... we could... get more... to lead it... to the... surface. We might just... stand a chance... then."

The red-haired boy began paddling over to the edge of the lake and was rising out of the water when he felt like... something was missing. "Gah!" he screamed after looking down to see that, when he had been being tossed around by the currents, he had at some point lost his pants. Stripped down now to nothing but his briefs, Robert frantically looked for the pants to his school uniform. "Why is it so hard to find a pair of pants that fits? Either the length is off or the waist is too big. Even belts seem to just delay the inevitable," he said before diving underneath again.


[System]
Age: 35
Gender: Female
Race: Vampire
Nation: Illiserev

Appearance:
Standing at a middling height of 5' 5", she has a slim frame to match. She shies away from wearing full length garments, having a tendency to wear short dresses on most occasions. She lets her hair grow long but maintains it meticulously nonetheless. When heavier garments required, she often forgoes proper coats for a thick, long cloak, which can be easily shed when required. Has a light step.

Puts up a reasonable effort in maintaining a human appearance, to an end that she uses illusion magic to do so.

Personality:
Curious, industrious, and hardworking, Charlotte has a relaxed, but sometimes meddling personality. Having an active, eager mind with a need for fulfillment, she likes to travel and see new sights.

Despite being a vampire, she does not shy from parlaying with her fellow Illiserev countrymen, enjoying engaging strangers and striking up friendly conversation over a pint of ale or even on the street. A bit of a busybody, she is a bit invasive in privacy and sometimes even involves herself in affairs that don't concern her. Possessing high self-confidence and exceptional tolerance for embarrassment, she's willing to do many things that would make a proper lady faint at the thought of.

Her persona isn't all rosy, however; Despite her cheery, kind, and laid-back demeanor, she has no problems using slaves as sustenance or killing in cold blood. Nonetheless, she conducts herself safely within the confines of the law.

Having lived in Illiserev for so long, she has adopted much of the customs and mannerisms of its people.

She has a phobia of objects on a grand scale. Large, submerged entities make her uncomfortable, and towering, imposing mecha and rift beasts alike trigger her flight more than her fight instinct.

Biography:
* Part of a branch of vampire nobles of middling importance.
* Lived the depths of Talze Utera at the outbreak of war. Did vampire things.
* Sent to hold down the fort at a property in Illiserev, the rest of her bloodline followed the heed of the Scarlet Court into battle while she acquainted herself with the eccentric hobbies her uncle left behind.
* Found herself alone at the end of the conflict. After mourning her loss for a time, she decided to take the estate she maintained for herself and rebuilt it.
* Having finished her task, she quickly became tired of domestic life, and made it her pastime to disguise herself as a human, gallivanting the land like a vagabond tourist. She often returns to the quaint vineyard to fawn over her maids and butlers nonetheless.

Abilities:

Charlotte is well-versed in blood magic, but never had the opportunity to develop much ground in necromancy beyond its intermediate principles. Living in Illiserev, she has grown used to and prefers using a more standardized field of Sword Arts, keeping her more taboo skills in reserve.

Her Sword Arts aim to destabilize and manipulate the opponent's flow of battle.

Canter – An attack of middling speed and uneven pace that condenses and shifts the weight of her blade at the moment of impact with a depressive, backwards felt blow that is felt in the eardrums. A connecting blow dulls the senses and throws the body off balance, impairing their response time.

Depress – Charlotte slashes her sword at an arc at the enemy, channeling energy through the edges of the weapon. Magic disperses in an outward vector pattern into the atmosphere around her, giving the enemy a feeling of overbearing weight while rejuvenating herself.

Royal Set In/Set Out - A sudden crack of mana allows Charlotte to near instantly engage with an opening strike from a distance. Alternatively, she can near instantly parry and rapidly disengage, opening a wide distance between her and her opponent. Exceptionally exerting, she would be playing a defensive dance over the next few exchanges upon using this art.

Scarlet Whip – Blood magic. Charlotte draws a string from a proper blood source. She maintains its form in a razor-sharp manner to strike at the enemy as an auxiliary or primary weapon.

Blood Sphere – Blood magic. Charlotte forms a condensed sphere of blood near her body. It rotates rapidly, spinning off drops of blood that harden into sharp bullets that shoot at her targets like a Gatling weapon.

Important Items:
Talentium Side-sword – She doesn't care about the naming symbolism shit. A light, easy to handle weapon that allows for flexibility in sword techniques. Charlotte's style of attack allows it to scale up well in matching heavier weapons such as great swords and longswords.

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Travel was always one of the least entertaining parts of the job. Sure, the scenery never did disappoint, if one enjoyed the beautiful but often harsh landscape of Illiserev, but packing to be out in it took a little more than just a backpack, if one intended to be there for any extended period of time. This would be one of the reasons Lillet didn't travel on foot, but on horseback. It also helped things go by quicker. At least she wasn't going it completely alone, this time.

Lillet glanced over her shoulder toward her traveling companions. A single bored eccentric and her butler hardly amounted to much of any expedition, but even a few people tagging along beat being alone. Lillet couldn't figure Charlotte out, from the short time she'd known the other woman. The blonde was warm, friendly, and outgoing, but she didn't really seem the type to be a scholar of antiquity, in any capacity. The butler was even more of a mystery, and although Lillet couldn't quite place what seemed off about the soft-featured man, she didn't worry too much about him, either. Any butler in Illiserev would certainly be capable in a fight, and an impeccable servant out of one.

Their last visit to a town had been a day or so ago, and the travel since had involve occasional consultation of a map, and wandering through the countryside, picking their way along what small paths could be found. "It'll be a day or so yet, before we get there," she called back to her companions. "At least from what information I have. Shame the weather's taking a turn for the worse. Hope your brought some gear for it." The multiple layers she was already wearing suggested she had come prepared for just about any situation.

[Assistant]
— Natala, Odile & Liza —

She hated rain. A little further north and it might have been snow but right now it was raining. Natala was wet and cold, regretting not getting a rain cloak the last time she had gone into a city. There was supposed to be some ruins or something nearby. With any luck they would be able to find some mostly dry wood nearby as well.

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Soothing. That was the word that Odile knew to describe the rain. He could hear each drop colliding with stone, grass, moss, dirt, and even his own flesh. Each collision was like a drum beat, carrying the rhythm of his home. The rain always reminded him of home. Too many memories to count. Without so much as getting bored of each drop trickling on his skin, he lay in the soft grass, embracing the world. It was enough to forget.

He had ran further ahead of his companion. After all, he could not resist the allure of the soft grass contorting to his whimsy.

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Rain was... an unpredictable tool that played after its own tune. It could, however, still be manipulated. While it held true that a downfall was capable of washing away the the thoughts of an Artist after she had already put her mark on the world, rain was just as much capable of being part of the craft itself.

In case of the Virtuoso however the rain was, as of right now, simply annoying. The young woman had finished her painting in the close town of Skaiskan just recently and it was simply not in her nature to bless the people of a single community with more than one artistry in such a short amount of time... not to mention the chances of being caught increased tenfold if she'd do a deed more than once at the same location.

So, in the end the robe and mask wearing light-blonde was simply enjoying the scenery. Some may call it hiding; for the traveling Artist known as 'Liza', who drew pretty much anything including scenery such as this, it was simply to stimulate her muse - or so she could explain to anyone who'd find her in a weird place like this.

Even with her garment however, Liza wasn't particularly keen on getting wet without reason and thus the young woman was simply taking cover under the remains of a stone-roof.

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Her travelling partner had run ahead again, something she was long since used to. Natala picked up the pace, eventually catching up to where Odile was sprawled out on the ground. She walked past without a word or backwards glance, well used to this sight.

Natala quickened her pace, eager to get under some sort of shelter. The less time spent out there, the better. There would be no pity for someone who apparently enjoyed being wet and miserable while she sat warm, happy and dry in front of a fire.

The ruins soon came into sight and shortly after that she ducked into cover, coming face to face with a masked figure draped in red and black. There was a moment of surprised hesitation before she grabbed the hilt of her sword and partially drew it, baring a third of it's blade.

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Odile rested rather nicely. It was comfortable to be himself, rather than wear the rags and try to adapt with all of those people. They boy laughed and smiled to himself. When Natala, reached him and walked past without saying so much as a word, Odile sat up. He stared for a brief moment and, like an animal who had just seen their master.

Rather quickly, Odile rose from the grass and began to follow Natala. He didn't want to become lost, after all. He followed her from a distance, like he usually had. He never liked walking so close to her. It was never something that he did. The two rarely spoke, despite them travelling together so often.

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Liza was more-or-less minding her own business until an Angel descended. The artists cheeks flushed upon the sight of her. Just… how? Usually, Liza's urges were sated for a good while after she had done a good deed. Usually, it took her at least a week. But this? It hadn't even been two days. Just looking at the small frame of a girl made Liza's mind explode. She couldn't quite say what it was that made the ex-slave so attracting… but the feeling was anything she had ever felt before. This… this had to be it. Liza knew it. This unknown being had the potential to outperform anything and anyone. Liza would make her great. The greatest. Yes, Liza was sure the second she had laid eyes upon this wonderful canvas, that was the one that would make her father proud.

A few long seconds passed without the masked stranger saying any word, more-or-less busy calming her aroused self down, before the artist put up her defenseless hands and began to speak. "No need for weapons. I mean no harm." Yes, Liza's appearance was unusual - not to mention her distorted indistinguishable voice. While it was meant for protection the girl was also aware that nobody deserved the ugly sight of her. After all, Liza had been a bad girl.

As for the monstrosity that was following the Angel; Liza hasn't seen him yet.

After another few seconds Natala exhaled her held breath. It was possible the... whoever was telling the truth. Aside from the mask and the weird voice they hadn't actually done anything threatening. That didn't mean that they weren't potentially dangerous, but they weren't actually being a threat.

She let the blade drop back into the sheath and looked back out into the rain. Natala didn't trust them but was done with being wet.

"I'm already soaked so I'll go find something to make a fire with."

---

Odile, watching the two of them converse, was rather jealous. He couldn't speak as eloquently as them. What little murmurs came out of his mouth were garbled by the unnatural action of his voice. He was filled with frustration. He wanted to be with them, but every step he took towards them was harder and harder.

But as he slowly approached, he smelled something. Foul. That was the word to describe it. However, this was a smell that he and Natala shared. It was the smell of blood and Talze Utera. The smell was worse than both of them. Overpowering, even. Even Odile's simple mind could grasp one thing - whoever this robed figure was, they could not be trusted.

Odile walked towards the two of them. Even though he knew about the danger, Natala didn't. Closer and closer he walked until he reached them. He was in plain view by the time he stopped.

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Charlotte always enjoyed being out and about. The sights of people, architecture, and landscapes never ceased to fascinate her, and she always appreciated meeting the variety of people on her wayward journeys across the countryside. Even on the grounds of her estate of her quaint vineyard, she more often preferred to be out in the fields, enjoying the cool breeze of the wind against her face rather than stay cooped up in the stagnant air of an old, musty house.

That said, it seemed her recent company didn't share her enthusiasm on the matter. A younger girl with a keen interest in antiquities, over the several days that they had traveled together, the golden-haired girl had come to the conclusion that she had little appreciation towards the life on the road. For Charlotte, at least, the inconvenience of travel was lessened this time around by the accompaniment of one of her servants.

She realized that she'd never asked Alexis her opinion on travels.

As the sky darkened and she felt the first droplets of rain against her skin, she nodded at Lillet's observation. Pulling the cloak around her closer to her body, she wrapped the garment snugly around her. While matters of warmth affected her little as a vampire, she could not deny the comfort of a thick, insulating layer. Glancing upwards at the miserable grey sky, she called out to her traveling companion ahead of her. "If your map is right, I wouldn't slog it out in the rain today. How about we set up camp nearby?"

Apparently the location of interest was considered to be a fairly untouched place; their purple-haired companion was certainly interested in its scholastic value. Charlotte, on the other hand, sought for a unique experience, and for a story to collect. What sort of things and creatures would they find inside? If it was trouble, she knew Alexis would disapprove, but finding and working her way out of problems came as a second nature to Charlotte.

Unfortunately, with still a little under a day's time towards the old ruins that the trio came to see, under the prospect of heavy rain and miserable weather, it was clear they wouldn't make much headway out on the exposed dirt roads off in the countryside. Had they been closer, they might have been able to hurry and take shelter in the ruins they came for, but it was not to be.

The disguised vampire glanced at the butler girl at her side. "Unless either of you think we should press on?" She didn't mind. There was a certain spark of adventure in braving out a storm on the road, too.


[System]
Hero Name: Steel Princess

Appearance:

Age: 15

Height: 1.56m

Weight: 170kg

Class: 1-A

Quirk: Soul-Driving Automaton - Lizzy is essentially a power core driving a mechanical body. A mechanical body that also formed because of their quirk, but they are essentially a power core. A power core that runs off food, souls, and emotion (And thusly has the power of Anime behind it.), but a power core non the less. The mechanical body is really nice too, and fully upgradable! Thankfully only Lizzy really knows this fact, and most people think she just has a quirk that turned her into a robot.

Analog Mechanical Body - Since Lizzy's body is fully mechanical, she doesn't need to breath, is immune to poisons and disease, aging to an extent, and is highly tolerant/resistant of temperature changes. Plus having a fully metal body really makes you quite durable. And since she is only made out of moving parts, IE no circuits, water doesn't bother her nor does electricity. She still needs to eat and sleep though, although not nearly as much as if she was human. Repairing her mechanical body is a bit different, as while she can heal at a slower rate than a human, its usually much faster to just undergo repairs an actual machine would go under. She can also freely detach parts form her body as she needs to, although its inadvisable to detach your head since that's where your eyes and ears are. Her mechanical body makes notable mechanical sounds as she moves, due to the shifting gears inside her. While she can upgrade herself, this is... difficult. While not impossible, all upgrades must be able to be driven by gears or her power core instead of circuitry.

Mechanical Strength - Lizzy is stronger than your average human, with her strength increasing based on her power core's energy level.

Soul Heart - Lizzy's Power Core gains more power as enemies or allies are defeated, increasing her power substantially. <Name> can feel the emotion and intent behind people she is near, and gains power from encouragement from her allies or from her own anger, but not to the extent she'd get if someone went unconscious. This is a double edged sword though, as being discouraged or made sad will weaken her power. Using more powerful abilities will also drain the power in her Core. If core energy gets too low, Lizzy can sleep to recharge it the slow way. Note that since this is technically what Lizzy is, she can talk through her core if it ever finds itself outside her mechanical body.

Beam Cannon - What robot wouldn't be complete without a cannon in their arm? Hidden inside her arm, which she needs to open up in order to use, is a massive beam cannon, one for each arm. With these, she can blast opponents with beams of energy. Of course while she has her cannons out, she can't use her hands on that arm and anything she was carrying in that hand will be dropped.

Super Beam Cannon - A more powerful version of her beam cannon, Lizzy uses stored up energy in her core to fire a massively powerful beam at an opponent. This lowers her overall core energy, and damage output, but is exceedingly powerful.

Strengths:

Very durable and strong.
Robot body, plus energy beams!
Good with machines, especially analog ones.
Knows how to work metal.

Weaknesses:

If her power core is taken out, the mechanical body shuts down and she, being the core, can be used to power other things that can run off her special energy.
Exceptionally heavy. Having a body made out of solid metal does that. This also slows her down. While her reaction time is fine, her overall travel speed is slower than most. (shes not a fast runner.)
Heals very slowly if she can't find replacement parts.
She loses a lot of power if she is sad or discouraged.
Magnets.

Personality: Lizzy is the life of the party. She likes bringing joy to others and is very outgoing because of it. She keeps good care of herself, and likes to polish and clean herself when she can, but she isn't vain to the point of being ineffective. She doesn't like inflicting pain on those who don't deserve it, due to her empathic powers, but she does get satisfaction putting down villains. Shes fairly intelligent, you gotta be to know your way around metal and machines (due to needing to know all that to keep herself from literally breaking down, but shhh.) She often doesn't think too far into the future however, which can get her into trouble.

History/Bio: Not much to say, besides the whole Lizzy is a robot part. While it took her some time to get used to being what she is, she had one of the more 'pretty' mutant type quirks, and was either left alone or was looked at with astonishment. For the most part though, since she was treated well, she treated others well and became very outgoing as a result. She is somewhat boy crazy, and will flirt quite often because of this. And this outgoing joy bringing nature lead to her sense of justice. After all, villains make people bad, which makes her soul feel bad, so why not fight against those bad guys and cleanse them with righteous justice?

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Kaze's nearly closed eye cut towards the fire breathing boy. He looked a bit put out that no one had really commented on his fire breathing. "Kids today are less impressed by things due to technology, don't let it get to you." He rumbled out as the teacher entered the room. How did he know the dinosaur man was the teacher? The way he dressed, the way he held himself, and the fact that all the desks except the teachers was taken. Another yawn and then his jaw shut with a meaty snap before his eyes closed.

But just because his eyes were closed didn't mean he wasn't paying attention. His ears were cocked forward, focusing on the front of the room as the draconic teen relaxed. When the teacher ended his speech, much of which was strange philosophical stuff, Kaze uttered one word. "Rawr...." And then he was quiet as the others stood and said their peace.

Sighing, why did schools always do this, he sat up. He didn't need to stand, he was big enough as is and he was lazy. "Kaze Rin, I'm doin this cuz I feel like it. Being a Hero wouldn't be bad, we'll see if I get there." He growled out monotonously before relaxing on the desks he hoarded once more. As unenthusiastic as one could get short of being a corpse.

[Assistant]
Benny gulped quietly to himself, swallowing the nerves that began to twist his stomach uncomfortably; That was just about everyone else to declare their intentions. Or so he thought, he wasn't exactly keeping track. The last to speak was Scaley McDragonface, or as he might prefer 'Kaze'. It was a short silence after Kaze spoke, mentally checking if everyone except him had spoken; the ones still standing unknowingly helped him whittle down the list. Benny was the only one left.

With a confidence building breath Benny pushed himself to his feet, standing as proudly as he could before the rest of his class mates. He then reached up to his half mask and pulled it free of his face. Displaying his absurdly wide mouth with jagged lips and large fang like teeth, a soft smoke faintly billowing out between his fangs from his stomach acid.

"Benikuro Ayame. But you can call me Benny." He began in his guttural and gravely tone, a faux confidence attached.

"I want to rise above what people perceive me and my quirk as being villainous and horrifying. I want to be a beacon of hope for those who think they should remain unseen. That they don't need to hide themselves away in their homes and parents don't need to toss aside their children if they were born different. Because despite their appearance they too can become something greater, a force for good."

Utterly horrified at his weird declaration Benny casually placed his half mask back over his mouth and returned to his seat. Not trying to display how nervous he was for the barrage of questions coming his way later in the day about his appearance, questions he was all too familiar with.

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Rokkaku stood up next, sensing that the allocated time for such fanciful introductions was coming to an end. A couple seats in the room remained empty, and not everyone had opted to stand up in the end either, but homeroom time was limited. With a cough, the raven-haired youth stood up, his back straight and his eyes grinding into Mr. Suika's own. The student with the big mouth had set a high standard for introductions, all things considered. Concise and idealistic, with the dragon-boy's lazy answer serving as a foil. But where Benikuro had his ideals and Kisame had her enthusiasm, Rokkaku had something far more concrete.

He took a breath and said, in a voice gravelly and hard, "I will place first in the Sports Festival."

With that, he sat down once more, hands set flat against the desk. The first of many goals. Maybe he should have gone for something softer though.

Kyou swept his gaze over the students, waiting for anyone else to step up. It was certainly a straightforward class, if nothing else, the majority of them appearing to be relatively normal kids with a healthy appetite for do-gooding. Kaze in the back row appeared lazy, but that was expected of children whose quirks allowed them to stay on top during junior high. Kisame appeared to, at a glance, have some anxiety and self-esteem issues, but it wasn't crippling, if nothing else. The rest were what one'd expect. Akeno seemed prime class-rep material, Lizzy had the childish optimism that grew more endearing when one was old and tired of cynicism, and Yuno...well, Yuno knew to sit afterwards.

"Well, then, with all that out of the way, if everyone can rise?" the scaled teacher said, a glint of merriment directed towards Akeno before he waved at the others to get up. "We'll be moving towards the training fields for a quick physical exam to start off your day."

Honestly, if he had it his way, the class would have just met on the fields to begin with, rather than doing this whole awkward 'in-and-out' maneveur, but, alas, administrative shenanigans. There was almost a shrug as Kyou slapped his hat back on his head, before he strode out, his tail curled into itself to save space.

A couple minutes later, Class 1A was outside. UA as a whole had facilities larger than what such a small student population would require, and the vastness of the fitness field was a bit humbling. Gravel served as the base for the area they were currently in, and it was the size of a football field, open space all around. Spring sunlight shone warmly but not oppressively, and the sky itself was a blue that appeared to have no end, stretching endlessly in all directions. Shoes crunched against the terrain before the class reached their destination: a polished square plate, five centimeters thick and one meter long, with a metal frame and chains suspending it in the air. In the open field, it certainly looked out of place, but, well, it also didn't matter. They weren't going to be doing sports here, that was clear, and the electronics attached to the frame made clear the function.

Standing beside it, Kyou tapped the plate with his knuckles lightly, causing it to beep and punch out a number. "Well then, class, to begin with, I'd like you all to take turns hitting this plate with all your quirk has. This plate's sturdy enough to more or less withstand whatever you throw at it, and can calculate voltage and temperature as well, in cause some of you are elemental Emitter-types too. I will record your maximum output, and from there, will be collaborating with other teachers to form a curriculum that will maximize the growth of each one of you here, individually. Due to that, please hold nothing back so that you may receive the best education possible."

There was a slight pause, a tilt of the head.

"I'd personally recommend you unleash an attack that doesn't leave you exhausted afterwards though. A hero that can't protect themselves is just a liability, after all. Do your best, within reasonable limits. Treat it as your high school debut. And if you're worried about injuring your knuckles, I've got gloves too."

[Assistant]
Apparently Lizzy's other classmates were a bit... apathetic? Well, the dragon boy in the back sure looked it. But a few of the other students had fire in them like Lizzy did. Although that one trying to get first in the sports tournament...

Lizzy didn't have much time to think about it though as he was the last student to stand up and make his declaration, and when he was done the teacher started to usher everyone outside for an aptitude test. Lizzy listened as the teacher explained the first test, a plate punching bag sort of thing to determine strength. As the teacher explained how it could measure both emitter type things and physical strength Lizzy had to debate with herself a bit to decide what would be better. She concluded that since she used her lasers more than punching things, thats what she'd do. Seeing an opportunity to go first, Lizzy jumped up and down, waving her hand at the teacher. "Oh, oh, I'll go first, I'll go first!" Since she was outside, her weight only rumbled the area a little bit as she jumped.

"Hard as I can right? Ok!" Lizzy said as she approached the plate, getting clarifiaction from the teacher. Standing back a bit, she opened up her arm to reveal her laser cannon. With a short charge up, as she gathered energy, Lizzy fired a large pink beam at the plate as she used her more powerful Super Beam Cannon. It was far more destructive than her normal beams, but drained her core energy to use. The beam hit true, the destructive power of her beam causing an explosion as it hit the plate due to its high energy levels. As she finished her beam, Lizzy's body drooped for a few seconds before she booted back up and made her way back to the group.

"Hehe, beat that!" Lizzy said triumphantly. Sadly no one cheered her on, so her beam wasn't as strong as it could've been, but no one knew that bit about how she worked so it made sense.


[System]
Appearance: Jason is a tall young man, American by ethnicity. His skin is a fair olive color, neither tan nor pale, and his build/physique is about the form of a young man that was into sports and stuff before he left home, where he began exercising regularly. AKA, muscular, albeit not at a body-builder's level, since he felt that would be really, really gross. His hair is sorta messy, yet short, being black in color. It's not really something you write a paragraph over; short, messy, and cut lower on both sides. His eyes are a dark blue color, almost black in certain lightings. His attire, as seen in the pic, is rugged dark jeans, sturdy, dark brown, almost black boots. Those are the things he never changes, only washing them when necessary. Then, there are his tanktops/wife-beaters, which varies based on their level of cleanliness and scent. All are usually a light gray or something, he doesn't care. Then, there's his coat. Dusty, road-worn black, around knee-length, with a dark red interior. Unbuttoned, all the time, and the Union flag is sewn in on the shoulder. A gift from his grandma.
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Class: None.

Personality: Meet Jason...an asshole. Not really...but sorta. Eh, not really. Laidback and jaded, he's a pretty chill guy, seemingly not affected by this entire apocalypse. He carries himself with a natural confidence that befits someone of his stature in the world...eh, actually, his stature in the world's pretty shit all things considered, but he doesn't care. He's young, all things considered, and holds a lot of anger in his heart - probably from his past. Spite is a sin, and he sins quite often; Jason would leave you alone, in front of the zombies, a raw steak in your hands, if you piss him off enough, or if you're a bigger dick than he is. Quick, sharp wit - honestly, you won't win in an insult or word battle with him - he is rather neutral and 'Idgaf' with society, since he sort of left that whole life alone a while ago. This leads to him being quite apathetic and ruthless, but if something sticks, it sticks. He has a dark humor, although, despite the vulgarity of some of his jokes, it's also undeniably funny...in a morbid, 'I really shouldn't be laughing' way. Jason will not let anyone walk on him, and he's very rebellious to any designated 'authority' figures, which is why THE MAN banned him from a lot of smaller towns across the world. Something about graffiti and property damage. Hah.

Background: You'd like to know, wouldn't you? Oh...you would? Ah...it will be revealed in due time, Padawan.

Skills: Growing up in a very dangerous, ghetto neighborhood, Jason is a scrapper, through and through. Although he had never learned a rigid, noble fighting art, he was pretty damn good at just simply beating ass, rather than going through Katas or forms. His instincts are some of the best, and this, combined with his tolerance to pain, makes him an extremely dangerous fighter close-up, although he finds that using his fists against zombies are stupid, and usually just swings something hard at them to make 'em shut up.

Going past, this, he was in auto-shop back in school, and is an expert when it comes to rewiring things, fixing vehicles, and other grease-monkey stuff. This also goes hand-in-hand with his ability to drive stick, and other vehicles. Had to use a few guns in his line of 'work', so he's pretty good with those. A crack-shot, if you will. So, to put it in three words. His skills: Close Combat, Vehicle Repair/Driving, and Firearm usage.

He's not that bad at prolonged strategizing; throw him in a herd of zombies and he'll figure out a way to work it to his advantage, but plant him inside of a house, throw a map, and get some zombie figurines? He won't know what to do with it. Was never one for chess, after all. Similarly, he tend to piss people off; more specifically, rigid, authorative figures such as police officers and most of the people in Japan. His brusqueness when dealing with both living people and zombies can also turn a few people off, and not in a sexual way.

Weapons: He went through quite a few weapons, just grabbing whatever sturdy thing he could find as he traveled through this god-forsaken city. Right now, after holing up in a hardware store, to get some 'Gorilla Duct-Tape' for future needs, he found a machete and hammer. Well, a lot, but for the sake of lightness, he 'stole' one of each and got the Hell outta there.

Relationships/Friendships:
Melissa Twist - His childhood friend. They parted ways a few months ago, when he dropped her off at Canada for her sister's wedding. He has a feeling she's dead.

Ayyy bruh, they ate Shoske.

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people's following meh! <.< >.>

Kurisa continued to fight some of them off when he heard Utaho shout, this cause him to look down the hall at all of them now approaching "Shit! they are attracted to sound...that little fucker was actually right" Kurisa slammed his right foot into one of their chests causing it to fall back into others like it. So they react to sound? That means despite seeing us they couldn't? Fucks sake...Well maybe we can use this to save our asses.... Kurisa continued to run onwards as he then smashed the Wrench in his right hand into the side of another one of their heads.

As they were about to reach the corner one of the other people following called out about some of them being around the corner. "Got it..." Kurisa reached the corner then stopped as one of them stepped out from around the corner, Kurisa quickly reacted by slamming the hammer in his left hand into it's head. The hammer remained stuck within it's head which was a problem until got an idea that would bide them a little time...even if only a few seconds, it could make the difference between life and death.

Kurisa yanked it (giggity) over towards the other of it's own kind that were approaching down the hall and slammed his right foot into it's chest causing the hammer to rip out of it's head as it fell back into the other of it's kind, this caused them to all fall to the ground which stopped them coming from one way right now...but now to fight their way downstairs to the first floor! They were getting the fuck out of here! Kurisa began to make his way down the stairs, hitting a few of them on the way down...as he got a bit further down the stairs he saw the floor below which seemed emptier than the floor they were just on...clearly them breaking out of that class caused one hell of a noise because it seemed they had all made their way there...it was a good and bad thing...but may just have gave them the break they needed

Weapon: Wrench, Hammer
Hits used: 3, 3
Hits left: 6, 9
Throwable: N/A

[Assistant]
Kenny ran down the steps to the second floor and stopped for a second to catch his breath as he was panting from all the running he had done. His face sweaty beneath the mask and had to take in big gulps of air to catch his breath while scanning the hallways, lucky none were around at the moment. Just one more floor to go, but considered that since he was alone that he had to be more cautious since he had no one to watch his back. Any mistake or hesitation would likely cost his life and couldn't just go rushing around like he had been doing.

Waiting till his body had calmed down before moving to the next set of stairs to the first floor to see a group of zombies making their way slowly up the steps. Arms reaching forward as they fought to get over each other to get at him, though they were still only halfway up, too thick for him to run through. He looked around, thinking he could try and go to the other pair of steps but felt he had stayed in this school longer than he should of. It was then that an idea came to mind and ran over to a nearby trashcan which was mostly full and dragged it to the stairs before turning it to his side.*You fuckers ready for a strike?*He thought to himself, needing a good laugh before giving the can a push and watched it roll down the steps to smack into the foremost of the monsters and like a domino effect they fell over each other.

Kenny quickly followed after, stopping short of the first of the growling corpses and glanced over the railings to see the lower set of stairs was open besides a single zombie which had fallen behind the others.

Already some of the zombies were getting up, but he wasn't gonna stick around and wait around for them as he gripped the hammer firmly with his right hand. Bending his legs before hopping over the railings and just as the undead lifted his head to look up; met by the hammer smashing into its face and fell onto the steps, cushioning his landing with its body. With a lurch of his arm, pulled the hammer from its forehead and jumped down the last set of stairs with a grunt to see the hallway around him clear at the moment. He scanned the area to spot the cafeteria down the hall and thought taking the side exit would be safer than the main entrance where most of these things would likely be. Hitching up his backpack, started down the hallway, cautious of any stragglers when one suddenly burst out from a nearby bathroom. Nearly on him, about to get at his arm when kenny turned on the spot to slam his foot as hard as he could onto its knee and a faint crack could be heard as the zombie lost its footing and stumbled onto him, causing the two to fall. Kenny moved his arms over his face, claw part of the hammer facing upward shortly before reaching the ground, letting the zombie's face land on the hammer take itself out.

Blood spilled down onto the mask as it reeked, causing him to gag even through the mask. Pushing the corpse off with a grunt then got up, wiping some of the blood from his mask to clear the eyeholes.*Oh yeah, Kenny on a roll.*Doing a quick whoop whoop as he had to admit what he just did was impressive, but that was enough celebrating and spun the hammer in his hand as he ran his way to the cafeteria, thinking that even alone he was faring pretty well.

weapons: hammer, papercutter
Hits used: 2/0
Hits left: 7/10

[User] Mi walked. Unsure where to go. Was anyone she knew still alive. And is so, where would they be. Yukito. Where would he go. Being the nerd her was. Mi thought about it for a moment. And then it came to her. He would probably end up heading towards the tech room. And that would be Mi's new destination.

[Assistant]
A pebble sailed through the air like a bullet, nailing against the rotten head of a shambling zombie. As it twitched and groaned, dully turning it's now fluid-leaking skull around, a red and black blur dashed from the shadows underneath a large, precariously hanging AC unit embedded into the wall, a booted foot brutally nailing the zombie right in the face. "Grah!" The walker groaned feebly, blasting back onto the ground, where it skidded a few steps. Before it could shamble up, the same dark brown, hard-soled boot slammed ruthlessly into it's face. Once. Twice. Three times. In only a second, it was a smear of bloody paste on dirty cobblestone, brain matter falling from the boot's grimy surface. The figure straightened, glancing around once with dark eyes. He was a tall man, obviously not from Japanese origins, with short black hair and a long, worn, open black and crimson coat, along with a dirt-stained gray tanktop, torn, ragged jeans, and hard-soled boots. He was currently located in a random dirty alleyway, after climbing down from the roof. Where was he, even? In Tokyo? Was he even still in Japan? A quick glance down at the yakuta-wearing zombie corpse answered his mental questions.

"Gross." He growled underneath his breath, sliding up to the alley's cobblestone wall and slowly slinking towards the alley's exits. A quick glance out showed that the roads were filled with fleeting, shambling undead, and Jason quickly moved his head back into the alleyway, his grimace turning into an outright scowl as he adjusted the black duffelbag on his back. Quickly scrounging through the pockets, the young man smirked victoriously as he withdrew what seemed to be a small, nonlethal stick of firework dynamite, labeled 'Black Cat'. A common thing back in America, but exceedingly rare in Japan, it seemed. Good thing he stole a lot back in Mississippi. Licking his right, calloused thumb, Jason quickly pinched the fuse between his middle-finger in thumb, silently slamming the fuse and digits against the wall against his back. His fingernail scraped along with the trio, and the 'courier' grinned as the fuse promptly lit from the friction.

Sneaking forward, he let loose the Black Cat, watching as it sailed into his destination - a broken car a few dozen feet away. The firework exploded promptly, causing a small trail of smoke to leave the windows of the car with a giant 'bang', while the actual car alarm began blaring out it's annoying ringing. The distraction worked, however. All the zombies within the vicinity began making a clumsy dash for the ringing car, and as a zombie got too close to his spot, Jason moved quickly, slamming his elbow into it's face before swinging around and slamming it face-first into the wall, painting the cobble red and gray. Without pausing, he kept low to the ground, dashing away from the street as if the Devil himself was after him. First thing first...get the Hell out of the city, and get to higher-ground. Maybe find some food. Man, did he want tacos.

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"Fucking little house on the prairie."

Jason dutifully climbed the hill, eyes zeroing in on the quaint house up above. His breath came out in short bursts, and his eyes were glaring and focused as he finally broke the distance and leaped up on top of the grassy knoll. Breathing in deeply, he unsheathed his machete and rested it against the shoulder of his coat, walking forward confidently. At this point, he didn't give a shit if he died from some hostile fucker with a shotgun - if he, for some reason, managed to hide from the Japanese Nazis. Knocking quietly on the door - didn't want any zombies, after all, Jason put on his best grin - which came out more as a smirk, honestly.

"Yo...eh, Japanese-san-chan. Starving hermit out here." He didn't know much about honorifics, and he didn't really give a shit. Hopefully they didn't, either.


[System]
Callsign: Bastion
Age: 67
Species: Uplift- Wolf/"Retired" Pilot
Appearance: Rex is very physically imposing, even by the standards of other lupine uplifts and Pilots. He has the appearance of a man half his age, nearly unchanged since he volunteered for the Pilot Program at its very inception. Nearly seven feet tall, and three hundred pounds of muscle, implants, and fur. His eyes are bright red and glowing, a stark contrast to the black-and-grey fur that covers his body. His left arm up to the shoulder is entirely sleek black metal, due to an incident involving his Dragon.
Personality: On the surface, Rex is a very serious man. He takes the duty of leading his pack with the utmost responsibility. He's a born leader, seemingly unfazed by anything the war might throw at him. Underneath that facade, however, is a simmering cauldron of conflicting emotions, just waiting to jet forth. Anger at the Shard and the war in general. Fear and apprehension of being so near to his Dragon again. Guilt toward that same Dragon, for blaming it for circumstances beyond its control. Guilt again, for the ones who died while he was safe in the core. And... however small, there is anticipation, even excitement, to finally back in the thick of things once again.
Biography: Rex was once an average fighter pilot, somehow lucky enough to survive engagement after engagement against the Shard, even as he and his fellows were pushed back from the Red Line, time and again. His frustrations with Origin's repeated failures to conquer this new invader is what led him to the first whispers of a project called "Batch One-" a radical new weapon against the Shard. Rex, desperate for a victory against the enemy, volunteered almost immediately. Through the pain and suffering, mental and physical, Rex endured, earning his place in the legendary First Squadron; the first Pilots, the first Dragons, able to be fielded in active combat.

His luck did not hold as well, after that success. Even as armed as they were, even with his beloved Sakura Blossom, the fight was far from easy. Death was commonplace, daily even. Even as they finally began to push back, finally started to win, the meat grinder feeling of the front lines did not dissipate. Over a decade, these feelings ate away at Rex, even through his facade of professionalism. Until the unthinkable happened: at the Battle of Sundowner, one of the last, worst failures of the Red Line, the First Squadron's leader, Haruka Koda, was killed in battle along with her Dragon. And something in Rex Serrano snapped- he saw red, and went out for blood. He pushed himself farther than he ever had before. Farther than was considered safe. And even when he and his Dragon were literally dragged back bodily from the carnage, it was too late; he was paying the price for his anger and hubris. His integration rate had reached critical, and was approaching terminal. Try as they might, his support crew could not stop his Dragon from consuming him- he had mere seconds before he was a part of his machine forever.

In a moment of desperation, Rex decided that he'd rather live, and pulled a knife from one of his crew members' belts. And swung.

Rex has never been quite the same since that day, seeming a shell of his former glory. The loss of his beloved commander, and the trauma of his Dragon- intentionally or not- turning on him, let him broken in comparison to how he was before. He allowed himself to be coaxed into a desk job, doing his best to fight from behind the scenes, with strategy rather than his claws and teeth. And for a while, this was enough. But as the years went on, and the war showed no signs of ending, complacency gave way to anger once again. He yearned to do more, feeling guilt for surviving when so many others would never be returning home. Even though he still feared what had happened, he felt worse through his inaction.

With his recent promotion to Admiral, he intends to rectify his previous passiveness. Even if he's still unsure of ever stepping foot in a cockpit again, he feels better about being on the front lines again, with Operation Checkmate, where his actions might actually mean something again.
Favors:
* A good fight
* His Dragon
* His crew
* His ship
* Victory

Disfavors:
* Shard
* His Dragon (it's complicated)
* Losing control
* Death
* Being afraid

Affinities: Rex's strength, both of body and will, is top-notch. His courage is unflinching in most situations, making him ideal for leadership in high-stress scenarios.
Faults: Rex's temper is legendary, and while he usually has a handle on it, once it's unleashed, there's little to no chance of stopping it until it's burnt out. Furthermore, once he's set on something, Rex is extremely stubborn toward changing. He's single-minded and determined, and his strong emotions can make it difficult to shake off a potentially destructive course.
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Name: Sakura Blossom
Appearance: Strangely humanoid, for a Dragon, being taller and more graceful-looking than most of its kind. It is constantly floating, the bladed tips of its feet never touching the ground, even at rest. It has four long, slender arms, ending in three-clawed hands. Its head is the most inhuman part, even then resembling a draconic helmet rather than an actual organism. Its colors are deep, blood-red, except for its six wings, which fade to pale, cherry-blossom pink at the tips, which appear to be flaky and brittle, despite their solidity.
Personality: Nurturing and caring, especially of other Dragons. Has an extremely strong protective instinct in battle. A long period of isolation from its Pilot has left it far more quiet and reserved than before, however.
Classification: Joker
Capabilities: Sakura Blossom is, at its most basic, a healer. Dragon metalflesh regenerates extremely fast in its presence, healing "injuries" in mere hours that would otherwise take days or even weeks to heal. This is only the most basic application of its abilities, however, as its regeneration applies to its wings, as well, giving it an almost unlimited supply of metalflesh shrapnel and flechettes to use as weaponry. With concentration, Sakura Blossom can manipulate Shard units' flesh, as well, twisting and crushing them with their own bodies, though this is very taxing to both Dragon and Pilot.

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Before all the debriefing, Copper nodded a simple nod towards Sunni with a simple smile on his face. Yeah, it wasn't the terrifying monster of a creation that Papa Bear truly was, but it was the closest thing he could find that could give him a good hot drink.

Damn, the crew was really past the Red Line, huh. Copper wasn't surprised by that, since he figured the group had to be somewhat past it by now since they wasted so much time checking up on their Dragons and such (honestly, he didn't know why. Most dragons should've been in tip top shape from the get go, since the crews knew about this mission for like a good month or so... at least he did). All the Uplift could do was sit back and listen to the debriefing.

He quietly sipped his coffee as he listened to each step, getting every detail in about it and memorizing it. From the Graveyard with vessel wreckage acting as cover, to hitting the Shard in their blind spot and setting up a Phase Gate in order to heavily contribute to a war effort, making the Shard split their offenses towards two sides and eventually choking out every little resource they had until they were gone. It was a pretty straightforward plan, verbally speaking. The matter of how much had to go right, though, was far more threatening.

Still, Copper didn't focus on what could go wrong. He knew things were able to go right, so long as everyone played their part. That, plus the idea of a suicide mission interested him. He'd certainly be remembered and honored if he died here, which would be nice.

As the briefing concluded, several people were already bugging the Admiral with questions. Hell, even Maye bluntly said that this was reckless and dumb, and he couldn't agree more. He also couldn't agree more with how she felt. Maybe she wasn't so bad after all. Of course, some others had their own say in the situation, with Meryl being downright appalled by the suggestion of the idea. She had her own ground to stand on, sure, but Copper wasn't super fond of what she had to say, specifically with what she said at the very end.

"With respect, Meryl, not doing this also could mean we actually lose the war." Copper put his mug down for a moment. "The chances are risky, and the payout isn't guaranteed, but this isn't the worst idea the higher-ups could've had. We've gotta take this chance, it's just way too beneficial for the war effort to pass up, not to mention we've been fighting for too long to let an opportunity like this just be thrown to the wayside."

Copper looked towards Maye and the Admiral. "You two have me and Papa Bear, for sure. We'll keep your asses safe until we can get that warp gate set up."

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Everyone is speaking their piece. Unfortunately, it is coming as a form of debate. She listens intently to everyone's words, to each thought of confidence and fear. Their stress is valid, after all. A risk not simply of their lives as pilots, but to the possibility of backfire with horrendous potential. She nods, however, when Copper offers his more positive perspective.

"And you've got Wednesday and me, too." Sunni speaks up, her eyes having watched everyone as they spoke and allowed their passions to start getting the better of themselves. "I know the whole crew is in this operation one-hundred percent. Don't forget, y'all, we have been trainin' for missions like this. The Admiral wouldn't send us in to die. He believes we can do it, so I do too."

Sunni nervously takes a sip from her cup. Not one for doing speeches or trying to be in the spotlight, she slowly takes a seat. There were hopes her words could put the questions and worries at bay for a time. The mission would launch in hour, after all. As much as Sunni would love to ensure that everyone gets all the answers they want, they don't have the time for it. There's even a chance that their leader wouldn't give the right answers to their concerns. For now they should fight, then they could debrief as their possibilities lay before them in a more clear fashion.

"Just tell me what to do, Admiral, sir. Would you like me to be a part of Phase One with the scoutin' and raids, or hang back until Phase Two?"

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Crevix looked at the youth who liked the reckless route. He looked at her with pass, thinking her comments foolish. "You do remember how old I am correct? I have more experience with the Hive than you, and have skills more challenging than playing a simulation for entertainment. If my concerns are not wanted, then I will give you my all my leave." He walked past all of them and waited by the door, listening to the situation to be convened.
 He took a careful look at King. Synthetic? What plan does higher side have for that one? I'm sure they don't plan on her surviving, and if they do, then she would still have a very short existence. Curious. He listened further, hearing the arguments they have presented. Sunni seemed the least responsive to the obviously suicidal mission. Such innocence. I wonder how long it will take for her to eventually break? He immediately turned on a timer in his mind.
 "This will be interesting."

[Assistant]
"Holy sh*t," Carvis muttered to himself under his breath- once the Admiral was silent, of course.

 His head was swimming a bit, so he only caught the other conversation in half-phrases and vague concepts. But this mission, holy sh*t. Posting up in a ship graveyard. Hijacking a whole planet. Ripping down a hive. And to top it all off, rebuilding a Phase gate- having the entire backed-up fleet come in?
 How did he get mixed up in all of this. The technical details and long hours that must have gone into this plan made him feel like he was way over his head. Carvis was honored. He had joined the military- become a Pilot- to defend the Origin system, but to actually have a hand in such a maneuver- one that could turn the tide of the war? For once, Carvis was actually speechless.

[User]
The Armada
Sector Date 5115.64
Situation Room A

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Serrano sighed as the situation in the briefing room began to disintegrate into... well, it could charitably be called a debate, but could also, more accurately, be referred to as "bickering." He understood why- the mission was a hard sell. It came across as impatient at best, and Meryl wasn't precisely wrong that it had risks involved. Still, there was a chain of command to consider, and Meryl was definitely overstepping said line.

"Enough," growled Serrano, cutting off any further "conversation" before it could get even more out of hand. He breathed deeply for a moment, in order to compose himself. He stared Meryl down as he continued.

"I understand your trepidation. That does not, however, permit you to speak so out of turn, Pilot. Any further outbursts will be grounds for discipline. Are we understood?" He turned back to the group at large. "Make no mistake- I know we're asking a lot of you. We have, since the very start. But we ask it because it needs to be done. Because this is our best hope of endin this constant grind, chewing up our best and brightest and spitting out its bones. We've been on the back foot for too long; this is our chance to finally step forward.

"To alleviate your concerns, the primary objective of the Operation is not just dependent on a single strike. Our greatest strength against the Shard has been maneuverability- for all of their advancement, they act slower, more methodical than we are capable of. Reestablishing the Phase Gate on Sundowner gives us the logistical advantage- with it, we could even more easily pull reinforcement, support, supplies, and anything else we might need from even the Origin itself. It's why you, our best and brightest, are being charged with its defense. And it's why we have our secret weapon along for the ride," he finished, inclining his head toward King.

Before he could elaborate, however...

ALERT

PROXIMITY WARNING

SHARD WAVEFORMS DETECTED IN THE IMMEDIATE VICINITY

And then, as if to punctuate this statement, the ship suddenly began to shudder, as something began to batter their exterior.

SUSTAINED ATTACK IN PROGRESS

"Yes, thank you, Vi!" Serrano growled, then turned to the rest of the squadron. "The rest of this meeting will have to wait until later. For now, you heard the alarm: all hands to battle stations, NOW!!"


[System]
Satilla Valen

Character Summary
Aliases: Sata, Tils, White witch of the woods,
Age: 26
Race: Human
Alignment: Chaotic good
Place of Origin: Salvas Forest ( very small forest in the middle of nowhere)
Gender: Female
Class: Witch

Stats

Though we will not be rolling dice for feats, this will give a base line to run off of for your character. Max for any stat is 20, average is 10. You have 75 stat point to assign between the six stats.

Strength: 8
Dexterity: 14
Constitution: 9
Intelligence: 18
Wisdom: 10
Charisma: 17

Physical Attributes
Height: 5'6''
Weight: 119lbs
Build: Frail
Eyes: Gray
Hair: Platina blond
Skin Tone: Pale
Racial Abilities: N/A
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Big slash scar across her back from her left shoulder to her right hip.
Day To Day Attire: While shirt, while knee long skirt, tall leather boots, leather gloves, gray linen cloak with hood.
Strengths: Great memory, acute hearing, otherworldly handwriting!
Weaknesses: Somewhat weak, headaches at noisy places like cities, sensitive skin( get's sunburns easily if not careful)

Psychological Attributes
Gentle * Friendly * Fearful * Curious

Sexuality: Straight
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Satilla is a predominately friendly person. She is always polite, well spoken and caring about those around her. She likes to help people when she can and often helps people for free in any way she can, be it healing or simply lend a hand.
 That said, she is also quite fearful of people she doesn't know, even if she doesn't always show it. Often she would be panicking deep down until the fear shows if the people don't prove friendly enough for the time being. She would break out in cold sweat and try to hide behind something or someone.
Habits: Bite her lower lip, plays with her hair.
Hobbies: Reading
Fears: Knights, Dogs, Graveyards
Likes: Apples, Kids, Cats, Books, Winter, Rain
Dislikes: Rats, Mosquitoes, Soldiers, Dogs, Graves, Summer, The Sun, Deserts

Skills
A listing of skills, such as horseback riding, and natural abilities, such as night vision - this also includes any racial edges

* Heal: The knowledge and skills to treat wounds and diseases with medication
* Simple Weapon Proficiency: All simple weapons such as club, dagger, gauntlets, staff, spear, crossbow, etc
* Ride: Can ride standard mounts proficiently
* Swim: Can swim without hindrance, including while in light armor and with pack
* Listen: Ability to pick up on sounds that might otherwise go unnoticed or to pick out specific sounds in a loud area
* Search herbs: The ability to find herbs in places where others would fail to notice them.
* Craft Books: The skill and knowledge to create books( Bind the pages, tie the covers etc...)
* Profession Midwife: The skill and knowledge to assist with births and lower the chance for complications to minimal.
* Concentration: The ability to focus on a single task, ignoring distractions

Magic
A listing of spells, their descriptions - casting times, elements needed to cast, expected damage, any draw packs to casting - Limit 5 for single class, limit 3 for dual class - magic classes only
* HEX Healing: A witch ability causing a healing effect equal to a cure light wounds just by touch. No casting is required and has no limit to uses. Only limit is she has to touch the target and that only a single HEX can be used on a person per day.
* Cure Light Wounds: Heal small wounds, bruises and burns
* Cure Moderate Wounds: Heal moderate wounds, burns and bruises
* Cure Major Wounds: Heal serious wounds, burns and bruises
* Life Pact: Affected creatures automatically donate health to stabilize fallen ally

Possessions

Possessions Generally On Person: Clothing, coin purse, money, etc
* Clothing: While shirt, while knee long skirt, tall leather boots, leather gloves
* Cloak: Gray linen cloak with hood.
* Belt: Sturdy leather belt with metal rings to attach pouches
* Purse: Small leather purse to keep her coins in.
* Dagger sheath: small leather sheath attached to her inner tight.
* Coins: A number of mostly silver coins and some copper.
* Arcane Scroll: (Summon Monster II)
* Lesser Psionic Restraint: (Command thought is psionically imprinted)
* Mantle of Faith: (This holy garment, worn over normal clothing, grants damage reduction 5/evil to the character wearing it. )

Weapons: Personal weapons, no magically enhanced items
* Dagger: A fine slightly curved steel dagger.
* Staff: Simple wooden staff

Armor: Base armor only, no magically enhanced items
* N/A

Animals: Have a horse or bird? Limit 1 non bonded
* N/A

Familiar:
* Skittles: A normal looking white cat, that she loves hug and cuddle. It's a very smart creature, never making noise or causing trouble. Especially when her healer skills are required, it would sit a few feet away, waiting patiently for her to finish before returning to her side.

Pack Contents: What do you carry in you pack when traveling
* Bedroll: The sleeping bag of middle ages and fantasy settings
* Blanket: A simple woolen blanket
* Flint&Steel: Firestarter
* Cold weather outfit: Spare clothing for winter seasons and cold areas
* Ink: Small ink bottle
* Quill: Feather for writing
* Book: An empty book with blank pages
* Candles: A set of 5 simple candles
* Chalk: 4 pieces of chalk.
* Soap: Hand made soap with flower scent!
* Healer's kit: A set of all tools needed for effective medical intervention.
* Oil: A flask of oil
* Waterskin: Simple waterskin for carrying water.
* Brush: Simple wooden hand carved brush.

Magical Items: Limit 2 low level
* N/A

Potions: Premade or prepurchased potions - limit 5
* Lesser healing: 3 Lesser healing potions she made

Creation Materials: Anything used to brew potions or for alchemy
* Mortar&Pestle: Basic set of tools for creating herb mixes
* Herbs: An amount of selected herbs for mixing healing potions

History
Parents: Mother: Zachana Valen(Dead); Father: unknown; Was in good relationship with her mother.
Siblings: N/A
Childhood: Her village was destroyed in a war, mother killed in the attack, she suffered grave wound and was taken as captive. Since then she completely fears knights and their hounds. She somehow escaped one night and ended in a forest where she met a witch who took her in. It was a miserable and painful living as the witch was of the more... typical representatives of her kind. Evil... full of malice, attempting to mold her into a creature filled with anger and hate towards everything else also.
Adulthood: She has been traveling since she was 18. Always on the move, always wandering towards new places. She would help people on the way, healing even for free if she has to. She usually camps in woods, rarely staying in towns for long.
Special Moments: She was 18 when she just couldn't take living with that witch anymore... She despised her, loathed her. Satilla didn't want to live like she was made to. She wanted to see the world despite everything and didn't hate everyone out there. One night she stabbed the witch in the heart while she was sleeping. After that she left to travel, content one less evil was in this world... for her own sake.

 When she was 21 she decided to try to settle down somewhere. Using what little money she had gathered, she had a small cottage/hut build in a forest near a village. She practiced her magic to heal and help people and was thus dubbed the white witch of the woods, partly for her good deeds partly for her appearance. That said it didn't last long when a plague hit there... Despite her attempts to help, some people blamed her and she was forced to leave after all.
Current Events: She still wanders around, trying to find a place to settle down, but her curiosity and desire to help people, always finds negatives in every place that could prove a new home and keeps her walking. Besides creating a place to call home costs money and her displays of generosity and free healing keeps her purse light.

Relations
⚜ High Ranking * ☯ Neutral * ☮ Friends * ♥ Crush * ⚤ Significant Other * ☠ Enemy
You may work out several predone relations as NPCs you control. Limit one high ranking character, minimal of one sworn enemy - all npcs are limited to base information and items within the Rp. Relations can be worked out between player character before start of Rp if you wish and added to during the Rp

* ☮ Jasmine Astara: A small caravan owner that Satilla saved from a wound after a bandit attack.
* ☠ Kasa Salas: The witch that took Satilla in after escaping captivity as a child. Extremely cruel and evil, full of hate. Attempting to corrupt Satilla since she was a child. Now dead after Satilla killed her with a dagger through the heart.
* ☠ Salazar Makania: A witch hunter that had swore to rid the world of Kasa whom Satilla killed. Now that she is gone, his oath of destruction fell on her.

Extras
Character Quote: "Help others, to help yourself."
Theme Song: What would be playing when they walk up if we were in a movie?
Aura Color: Warm orange.
Scent: Mixture of herbs and forest flowers
Anything Else: N/A

[User]
Thomas Richard Harrison
Location: Room inside The Crossed Swords Tavern.
Interacting with: No one in particular

Everyone seemed to be on a mad rush out. Kyra, Keystone, and Satilla had their reasons. Cyneburg to follow Keystone perhaps as a druid. Ntaj went after the self-introduced Magnus who went after Kyra. And that was pretty much their entire party. While part of Thomas said it was probably better to stick with the party, another part of him suggested he's done enough and probably wouldn't be of any help at all. So deciding it was for the best that they either went on without him, or he should await their return, Thomas turned to Phlegmenol (Femnal), as named by Kyra and Keystone or at least Thomas thought that was he had heard, rather curious name actually, to settle his tab feeling the burden of guilt.

"How much is it for room and board? I met your associates on the way, and I... I made some mistakes, that costed them a bit, and I'd rather not be on their tab. I hope my coin is good here?" Thomas inquired of the strangely named innkeeper.

A good rest would ease his trepidations hopefully. If it was the will of the powers that be that Thomas should move on, or perhaps the group would move on without him... Regardless Keystone did mention their location and this innkeeper seemed to know the group well enough to probably tell Thomas which way to go in case they don't return in a timely manner. Or if undead randomly start appearing, although he would not have his escape spell ready yet. Another three days were needed to pass before the Stars could be tapped once more.

[Assistant]
Cyne & Nor
Location: Salarn
Interacting with:Keystone & Ntaj

And the oaf who nearly knocked him over turned out to be someone who might be civilized in a land full of primitives and barbarians. Nor blinked as everyone who wasn't a blithering drunk left the tavern. Not one to miss out on a potential profit so easily, he turned around and followed them as best as he could given his short legs. When the greenskin brought up relaxing, Nor took that chance to try getting in a sales pitch.

"Been travelin' awhile, aye? Well if'n ye need te relax, do I have good new fer ye. I just so happen te own the right tools fer clearin' the brush if'n ye know what I mean. Fer only a minor fee I can have ye feelin spick and span, face as smooth as marble and even a new haircut if the desire so be it."

"I can provide proof for his claim," Cyne chirped. Sure she might look like a dirty woodsman, but that should only reinforce any claims of druidity. But regardless of appearances, she did have plenty of ways of identifying her membership in the Druid organization, as was a necessity for an organization as scattered and diverse as the Circle was. Having to ID herself was a bother, but if that's what it took to get in, she'd suffer the minor inconvenience without complaint.

[User]
Location: Yellow Rose Temple
Interacting With: Guards?

 When they reached the temple, Satilla was glad to discover the guards opened the door right away for Keystone, but the way they looked at her, made her feel a shiver creep down her spine. She hated being looked at like that. She wasn't some evil person that was wishing people curses....

 The witch then smiled when Keystone introduced them in a way that would make the guards let them in. Being called a healer was a great pride for the witch. Having taken on the mantle of good partitioner of her craft, being called all kinds of names from people who knew not the difference was an usual thing to happen. Being called healers was a joy!

 "I can provide magical healing as well as medicine expertise to a point." The witch explained to the guards, opening her bag to show her potions and herbs that she had stacked inside neatly.


[System]
Age: 16

Sex: Female

Race: Elf

Appearance: She is 5'1.

Occupation: Miner/Blacksmith/Owner of a Forge/Shop.

Skills: Sarah is an expert both in mining and in blacksmithing, there isn't much she can't forge as long as she has the materials.

Powers:

Insight: By simply glancing at an object Sarah can find out almost everything there is to know about it. Estimated value, materials used, hints towards what magical properties it possesses, past owners, etc.

Inventory: A reinforced steel pickaxe, a blacksmiths hammer, and tongs.

History: Sarah doesn't remember much o her past prior to being found abandoned in the village by the local miner. Though, she's always wondered about her past, she never let it affect her much.

Once she was old enough helped her adoptive father out in the mines and his shop, and she enjoyed doing so. As soon as she was old enough she opened up her own shop and took up the art of blacksmithing, getting supplies from both her fathers shop and mining herself.

Point of Interest: Her forge/shop, The Steel Axe. She also lives in the floor above the lobby and main shop area. She sells everything from trinkets to hulking suits of armor.

[User] Cia took a deep breath after returning to her cloths again. She turned to see the doctor the town near by. She walked by him with her cart behind her. "You liked that didn't you?" Cia said to him with an innocent smile on her face. She wasn't really embarrassed by getting naked or anything. Honestly it was the whole people seeing her transform into a bear that would have embarrassed her more if it weren't for her secret being even worse. "If you ever need any veggies let me know, I have plenty of lettuce and beets as of late, I'm sure you could find a use for it." Cia added to him, now standing right infront of him. Truth was she had always felt a slight interest in the man. She never quite knew why, maybe it was due to him being half vampire, while she was a werebear. She never did quite understand it.

[Assistant]
Kresnik glanced at Cia as she appeared, his violet eyes now guarded with suspicion. Her innocent smile gnawed at him, the feeling dwelling within his chest vexing him. However, the dhampir shoved it all aside, keeping his expression stoic and stern. Despite his aloof demeanor, he did appreciate the sight of her and even enjoyed her presence, dressed or not. Nevertheless, he did not appreciate such thoughts or feelings, and discarded them without a second thought. Korvania taught him that such emotions were a weakness for a warrior; Tanjozo taught him detachment in the pursuit of healing. It didn't take Cia long to intercept his path to fully garner his attention, though.

"If you ever need any veggies let me know, I have plenty of lettuce and beets as of late, I'm sure you could find a use for it."

It took Kresnik a moment to see her generous offer. Though the village was rife with business, the Sunrise Clinic rarely received much attention aside from a few medicines here and there, and very rarely medical attention that didn't involve a scrape or shallow cut. His funds were low and his food mainly came in donations from those unable to afford his medicines and practice. Even his stores of medicine were slipping below a comfortable number. He often toyed with the idea of becoming a part-time Sentinel in order to continue making medications and even keep his food stores high. The dhampir discarded the idea as often as it came, reminding himself constantly that he wanted peace and that he did not want to engage in any more combat or needless wandering.

"I appreciate your offer," Kresnik began, his rich baritone losing some of its usual frigidity. "If I ever get any in-patients, I'm sure I could make a soup from my homeland that could improve their health." The doctor looked around, then sighed. "Would you like some help with your wares? It appears I will not be needed today."

[User] Nila laughed at the thought of teaching Elvish, remembering when she was growing up how annoying it was to properly speak the tongue. "I'd love to, it's the least I can do", Nila replied. When it came to the question asking, the elf had some difficulty organizing her thoughts. Questions like: What's the local game? Where is the Sentinel HQ? Did she know the area around the village? And things of such nature. Instead she decided to keep things simple and say, "Nothing comes to mind at the moment though I'd love to get a proper tour, I've had the pleasure of exploring Tanjozo earlier today but I'm afraid I hadn't learned much". Nila began to think back at the mess she was earlier today but such memories were halted by the realization once again that Sarah was not a clan elf. "If you don't mind me asking, how did you end up being a city elf? Forgive me if I intrude, I've never encountered people outside the clanfolk", Nila immediately regret that asking as she felt that perhaps Sarah was in the same situation as her. If that's the case, she probably brought up a few painful memories.

[Assistant]
The waiter dropped off two plates of baked potatoes steaming with blobs of butter that was melting into yellow goo making the brown peel slick and shiny. "That'll be nine guilders." he said before leaving to attend to others.

Back at the ranch the embarrassed and stunned kid was well obviously embarrassed and stunned. A scare utterance of, "Y-you too." was all that escaped from his lips. He then rode away to the cattle pen to make sure the gate was locked before hurrying inside home to marinate in his shame.

Pisco was rather unaffected by what happened. Sure it was something not expected but other than that it was briefly disruptive. He merely waited until the crowd began to circle around again. Time passed and he was getting annoyed his various alcohols weren't selling as fast as he wanted. He had no intention of having to haul back his product home. Sacrificing better profits to laziness he reduced his prices by half and began yelling, "AYYY I GOT A SPECIAL END OF DAY SALE HERE! HALF OFF PRICES, YOU PICK IT'S HALF OFF!" He then sat down and waited for the people to come in.

[User]
@Jerkchicken

Cia gave a sweet smile to Kresnick when he offered to help her. In truth she didn't really need any help with moving around her cart. She had unnatural strength thanks to her being a werebear. "I don't need any help with the heavy lifting, but if your willing I could use some help selling." Cia said, she still had a good amount of veggies left having only sold half her stock.

At this point Cia heard about a sale on alcohol. That was something she couldn't pass up. "If you do this for me I'll give you a box of veggies along with a bottle of brandy I'm about to buy." Cia said wanting to get to the sale before everyone else bought whatever was left.

Cia ran off after that leaving Kresnick next to her cart as she went to go and buy herself some of the half off alcohol. "I'll take two bottles of brandy and a bottle of vodka!" Cia said taking out some money to pay for the drinks.

[Assistant]
After sending the girl off satisfied with her sheep doll, and securing the few coins it cost, Belle spotted a boy a little older than the first kid looking at her. To this boy, she repeated her oft-used tagline, who approached warily before looking over her wares. Predictably, woven items failed to snare his imagination. He shifted from one foot to the other, not wanting to speak up either to request something or to admit his disinterest. Belle thought a moment before shifting her foot beneath one of the wicker baskets. In a swift motion, she flipped the basket onto its side, then picked it up with a pale hand and held it up. "Look." She placed it on her head, covering hood, hair, and face alike. From within her muffled voice explained, "It's a helmet. You wanna join the Sentinels, you gotta practice wearin' armor." Apparently uncaring whether or not anyone thought she looked silly, Belle removed the wicker helmet and held it out. Though she did not smile, she nevertheless felt gratification when the kid thumbed through some coins in his pocket and produced the money for it. Only a few moments later, he could be seen running through the craft show with the basket on his head, bumping into things occasionally but forgivable in his joy. Belle slipped the coins into her woven satchel, unconcerned that he hadn't paid the full price. The woven items were all very cheap.

The fierce afternoon sunbeams and the sudden lack of wind made Belle very comfortable, and as the seconds stretched into minutes it felt to the farm hand like hours. A few more purchases went through, but nothing notable happened until a cry went up from another stall. Her eyes barely open, Belle breathed deeply and pulled herself up from the stool. At an utterly leisurely pace she made her way to Pisco's stand, for his lay just across from hers, meaning that she needn't worry about anything being stolen. Belle found herself standing in line behind the bear girl from earlier. The two young women couldn't be more different: where Belle was tall, thin, pale, and introverted, Cia was more normal, more attractive, and more outgoing. These weren't why Belle resented her, however. She disliked the extravagance with which Cia acted, using incredible power without deliberation or responsibility—like it was nothing. Belle waited for Cia to get her extravagant amount of alcohol and then stepped up to Pisco. "Wine. One skin." It would last her weeks; she never took more than a single sip for the taste. "Please," she added, as an afterthought.

[User]
Kresnik stared incredulously at Cia, unsure as to how to decline her request for him to help sell her crop. Never before did the dhampir enter the world of merchants, nor did he have the patience to act the fool and shout unnecessarily about sales and deals. He felt flustered, his alabaster face growing pink with embarrassment at the very thought. Before he could say anything, Cia ran off to the man selling his fine liquors, with her promising him some brandy.

He enjoyed brandy.

With a sigh of resignation, he closed the distance between himself and the cart and grabbed a head of lettuce and a beet. Swallowing his pride, he began to juggle the lettuce and beet, using his reflexes to his advantage, his warrior discipline to keep a rhythm, and his years of training for precise dexterity to never falter. After getting a rhythm down, he continued to toss the lettuce and beet in high arcs as he grabbed another beet and to add to the juggle. "Come one, come all!" He shouted, his face still stern and his eyes alight with an inner flame of determination. "I have beets and lettuce for sale!" Kresnik felt like an utter fool, but he was willing to put up with the idiocy in order to get some brandy and some extra food for his private stores. "For a modest sum, I'll throw in a recipe for Korvani Beet Stew!"

[Assistant] It looked like his desperate sales attempt paid off as there managed to be a handful of people that came to buy his products. Business was good and he was getting ready leave once he dealt with all the stragglers coming in. Some woman came asking for brandy and vodka. "I only got wines, beer, and maybe some mead shoved back. Now if you want that other stuff I believe there's a bar nearby. I'll let you decide but feel free to poke in the back for something that catches your eye." He then beckoned to another woman who came up and with a whisper soft tone asked for a skin of wine. He knew her type and wordlessly went to fetch a bottle of table wine. No pitch for a certain project or asking about what type he merely fetched a bottle. "Fifteen guilders." was all he said.

[User]
"Awesome! It's settled then." Sarah told her happily when she told her she'd teach her Elvish. When she told her she'd like a proper tour tommorrow she nodded, "Sure thing. We might be a decently small town but we have plenty of stuff to see." She replied.

Shortly after their food and drink arrived. After placing the guilders on the table to pay for the food she started eating. Shortly after Nila asked her how she came to be a city Elf. Not many people bothered asking about her past, mostly because her dad would tell practically everyone he could. Swallowing her bite of potato she thought momentarily before answering. "Well, my dad found me outside the village when he was on his way back from the mines and brought me back here. I don't really remember my birth parents or how I ended up here." She explained. "I kinda just stayed here and took up the family buisiness after that. Not much else to it that I remember, really."