[System]
Age: 21.

Gender: 'Male'

Appearance:

This is Ace. Hair is short, messy and jet black, and possesses noticeabley boyish and youthful features. This has earned Ace the nickname 'Pretty Boy'' from peers, much to her disdain, although they dare not call her this to her face in fear of her sharp tongue. Body type is short but lithe, which can prove an advantage on the battlefield. The standard clothing at the start is the standard Galbaldian uniform, except in maroon, with an accompanying helmet when on the field. See here.For casual clothing, Ace prefers to wear a thick, black leather jacket with closed zip, ripped flare jeans, and brown boots with a low wedge heel.

Nationality: Galbadian. Hometown: Winhill

Trained At: Galbadia Garden. Graduated at 17.

Weapon/Combat Style: With the standard Sword and Para-magic combo in the beginning. Ace shows a skill in swordsmanship that stands out from the other soldiers. She favours heavy, two handed swords for impact and physical power, although this has the disadvantage of making her attack slower. Her skills in Para-Magic are balanced, which means that she doesn't have any particular strengths or weakness in any area. At this current stage she has stocked a fair amount of -'ara' spells, and the occassional magic debuff. She particularly favours stocking offensive spells over support ones (such as Shell etc), preferring to rely on her own strength.

Limit Break: Ace uses her environment to her advantage by drawing the elements around her into her sword (such as a field, beach, snowfield, or desert), before striking an elemental blow with a particular side effect. When she is an enemy of SeeD, she will always and only use Terra Break when she is down to low health.

When Ace upgrades her weapons, she will be able to combine her attacks to create more devastating ones.

**Terra Break-** Ace will strike her sword into the ground, causing the earth to split open underneath the enemy with a violent tremble. The ground then starts to shake more and more, until either the earth finally swallows its (single) prey (50% chance), or causes sustainable damage to a group of enemies from the shock pulses (50%, 100% in boss fights)

Personality: On the outside, Ace is aloof, distant, cold to everyone she meets, and a bad enemy to make due to her unwavering determination in a fight. She is a difficult person to befriend, not because she doesn't want to to be close to people, but rather that she *can't*, in fear of exposing her secret. For this reason, she feels deeply lonely, but she won't admit this to anyone, not even herself.
There is also another side to Ace, one that she keeps well hidden from most people: her temper. Due to the events in her past, she has grown up deeply resentful of Esthar and Sorceresses, and in her pursuit for revenge, she can be perceived as reckless and begrudging where either are involved.
Ace's femininity is something that's she's struggled with for nearly all of her life, having been forced to live as a male. It's a subject that she finds unsettling and frightening, but luckily for her, few people have ever discovered her secret.

Biography: Asa was born in Winhill to two hard-working parents, both of whom owned the Flower Restaurant. The first few years of her life were uneventful, until the Sorceress War came. Young girls were plucked and torn away from their homes as potential successors to Sorceress Adel, and in a desperate bid to protect their daughter from the Esthar soldiers, they told her to hide in a closet and not to come out, no matter what happened. Asa obeyed, but in doing so, she was forced to bear witness to her parents' slaughter, dark memories which haunt her to this very day.
After this event, Asa was forced into hiding whilst the soldiers ravaged her hometown. The flower shop owner found her in the fields one day, dirty and starved, and took her in temporarily. The shop owner advised her that the world was no longer safe for little girls, and in order to survive and resist Sorceress Adel, she needed to disguise herself as a boy so that the Sorceress wouldn't come looking for her. The owner cut her hair and gave her boyish clothes, and Asa then became known as 'Ace'.
It wasn't long before Ace was enrolled at Galbadia Garden, where most orphans seemed to end up, thanks to the war. Ace's heart was filled with bitter regret and rage at what the Estharians had done to her family, and she held even greater contempt for Sorceresses, seeing them as evil, corrupt witches and little more. She decided to keep her male persona as an armour for both herself and the people around her, so that she would never have to relive her past, or feel like the helpless girl who watched her parents die.
Ace proved to be an impressive student, and at 17 she was honoured with the title of one of the best swordsmen in G-Garden. Shortly after, she was finally accepted into the Galbadian Army, and she has since rose through the ranks to Lieutenant. Whilst her combat experience is to be admired, her leadership skills are still unrefined, and she often struggles with the dilemma of what is more important; the lives of the people she calls comrades, or the mission.
Most recently, she was assigned with the task of repairing the communications tower in Dollet. However, due to SeeD's interference, the mission was ultimately a failure, leaving Ace in a state of frustration at both failing her goal, and losing her men in the process.

GF: N/A. Like Irvine, she doesn't start out with a GF. Therefore, her memories are completely intact. Later on in the story, I imagine she'll receive one but we'll wait and see.

Appearance: N/A.

Elemental Affinity: Earth.

Junctions: N/A

Abilities: To be continued...

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Arriving at the ball, with the Garden's orchestral anthem playing, Xerox and Rue arrive. As expected, numerous people came to crowd the two, or more correctly, Rue, the moomba. Unable to stay connected, Rue was caught in the crowd, while Xerox was left alone. Well, they expected as much.**Sigh* All they really care about is Rue. They don't even want to hear what he has to say, they can't understand him and they translate into however they want. *Sigh**Xerox's thoughts wondered. Although he likes talking with everyone, he wasn't good with formal things. In his uniform, he walked to the balcony. He could smell Duncan's cigar. He leaned against the balcony edge, looking out across the scenery. While he was out, it seemed that Dollet was blown up. He couldn't believe it. Earlier in the day, in the air, flying towards Dollet, and escaping by the sea, letting it be blown up. They succeeded in their mission, and the secondary mission, but they did not all succeed. It was a battle that was won and a war that was lost.*If only I could of done something.*He heaved a heavy sigh.

"I wonder if anyone else is here" he mumbled to himself, taking out his toolbox. He fiddled with some materials, but nothing was really being made. "These aren't good enough. I probably need other things and a furnace." Xerox was making a mental note aloud, unaware if anyone was around. Looking up, he could see the moon. For some reason, he could feel some sort of strange feeling coming from the moon. It was beautiful, the half moon, and it felt like it was luring him in. Almost like it wanted to take him away.

[Assistant]
"Hmm..."

A familiar young girl stood perched against one of the pillars of the ballroom, her manicured nails tapping on her champagne glass in tune with the music as her eyes sweeped over the dancing crowd. The meeting with the Head Instructor had fared well for both parties, and despite the fact that that her objective for the day was complete, Mei wasn't the type to turn away a party.

The party in question was the SeeD Inauguration Ball. A celebration in honour of the new graduates joining the ranks of the famed mercenary force. Mei couldn't deny that she was just a*little*bit curious to see what kind of people they were. Young, of course; that appeared to be a requirement from all of the Gardens based around the world. Still, in the space of their young lives, would they be battle-hardened? Or bright and idealistic?

Sighing, Mei took another sip of her fizzy champagne, her eyes glancing down at her attire approvingly. It was a good thing she had been so conscientious of every potential situation when she left home, despite her parents' initial protests. The dress she wore certainly suited the occasion; a sheer, sequined smokey grey ball gown that feathered down to her ankles, with wispy sleeves that rippled like water with every arm movement she made. Her long hair was also braided into a perfectly neat bun, and adorned with a silver jewel encrusted clasp. It wasn't normally Mei's style, but formal events called for a touch of sophistication, and so that was the impression she sought out to make.

Mei gave a little sigh as she looked over to the dancefloor once more. She had already danced with a couple of boys, but none of them had actually been members of SeeD. It was a little disheartening.

And then...out of the corner, of her eye, Mei spotted a familiar flash of red. The boy at the school gates! Mei's eyebrows shot up as she recognised the young male that had helped her find Instructor Corvo's office. Syrus, wasn't it...?*And*he was wearing a SeeD uniform...

A sly smile pressed her lips as Mei slipped into the crowds, eyeing her prey carefully as she stealthily crept up behind him. Suddenly, her hands clapped in front of his eyes, her voice ringing out in melodic, mischievous song. "Guess who~!"

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Seeing Duncan coming over to him he rolled his shoulders back and leaned on the wall. Syrus listened to the man but all he could think was...he got the same score as Kein. "Yeah I don't know about us being the best." He said knowing that what his instructor said was dripping with sarcasm. " I may have done better than you Duncan but I scored the same as the guy who was unconscious for most of the mission. I am a little pissed about that but what ever shit happens." Syrus didn't have to hold back anymore, not like he did before but he could let anything roll of his tongue now. "I am glad to be a comrade now though. I was getting tired of class." He started to say something else about how he had almost bailed before the ball but was interrupted.

"Guess who~!" A voice rang out. A voice he had only heard once today. Syrus was stuck on his words now and couldn't think because of the young woman's appearance. " Umm hey Mei. You look great. Here to celebrate with us tonight I guess?" He asked since she wasn't wearing a uniform meant that she wasn't a SeeD transfer but maybe a student that didn't have to wear the uniform. "Oh umm Mei this is my former instructor Ducan, Duncan this is Mei. I meet her ummm while I was hanging out by the front gate. She needed know where Corvo's office was so I took here there." He finished and took a sip of champagne.

[Assistant]
Gracelyn tossed her hair back. Or at least he would have, if she had any hair. She was starting his march to the ballroom. She had no one to dance with, of course. It really didn't bother her that much, she didn't prefer to dance anyhow. She was just content to sit around. Boring night, boring life. She got around near the ballroom when she saw a little scuffle break out.

"Oh my." She remarked watching the fight. it was always fun to watch people beat each other up for no reason, it gave her a little pleasure watching them hurt each other. They beat each other up and it went on and on. It seemed to be two versus one, which made it always more fun to root for the underdog. The larger one had been knocked out, and the guy had pinned the remaining one down to the ground. He seemed to be talking to the one he had pinned down, and he looked rather angry at him. The one on top looked rather familiar, now that she looked at him. "Well. This is rather interesting now isn't it?" She gave a small cackle, that only she herself could hear. "Guess I better go help out him out then. Wouldn't want to be a bad friend, now would I?"

Gracelyn walked over to the now wounded Jericho. In her way was the muscle bound brute. Giving him a quick kick in the head, she sauntered over to Jericho. Her body moved like a snake, wriggling and writhing in an almost S-shape. "Hey hey hey now buddy, easy there my red haired comrade. You look rather injured, don't want you getting hurt more now would we? Here. Let me help." Gracelyn made sure to quickly cover him, helping him out to walk.

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Mei's smile widened as Syrus stumbled on his words at the sight of her, a light blush dusting her cheeks at his compliment as she self-consciously hugged her arms across her chest. "Oh, this old thing? It's nothing special," she shrugged with a sheepish grin. Syrus proceeded to assume that she was here to celebrate with the rest of the SeeD graduates, and before she could follow through with an answer, she felt the presence of another man standing nearby. She turned her head slightly and took in the sight of an older, bespectacled male with grey hair and a faint, unwavering smile. He also carried a distinct aroma of cigars and alcohol, Mei noted as she resisted the urge to scrunch up her nose in response to the smell.

Syrus soon followed his awkward greeting with a formal introduction of his former Instructor, and Mei couldn't help but feel a spark of interest flash within her.*Former, hmm?*"Ahh, I see. So sorry for interrupting your chat, Mister Duncan!" She chirped brightly with an embarrassed smile, her eyes regarding him with a genuinely apologetic expression. "It's just that I don't know anyone here, so when I spotted Syrus, I had to come and say hi."

With that, she turned her attention back to Syrus with a bright grin. "It's really great to see you Syrus. I was really worried you did...umm...uhh..." She quickly sealed her lips shut as she recalled the presence of the instructor nearby, making it incredibly awkward to bring up the subject of Syrus's near-departure from the Garden. She really needed a way to speak to him alone...

*Oh!*

"That you didn't like formal gatherings, ahahaha!" She quickly finished her words with a forced laugh, before focusing on Syrus intently with a playful gleam in her eyes. "Say Syrus....do you wanna dance with me? Your Instructor won't mind if I steal you for a bit, will he?" She added with a questioning look in Duncan's direction.


[System]
Age: 18
Magic: Flame God Slayer
Magic Level: B

History: Born and raised on a snowy mountain in a small, nearly isolated village, Rutger and his father were herders responsible for providing a great deal of meat, cheese, and wool to keep the villagers supplied during the harsh winters. As such they had more wealth than many in the small settlement; not nearly enough to be considered rich, but enough to afford a few more small luxuries--such as books. Rutger adored books, and whenever the odd peddlar braved the dangers of the mountain and brought their wares to the village square, Rutger would beg his father for enough money to buy every book he could. His parents easily relented; after all, knowledge was power.

Little did they know the power their son would gain.

One day, the peddlar brought a pile of books they had collected from all corners of Fiore, and Rutger bought them all. Among them was a book with a strange cover, blackened and dusty with the appearance and texture of charcoal. Rutger originally found, when he opened this book, that it was written in such an old dialect as to be neary indecipherable, a throwback to the days when Fiore was instead known by another name: Ishgal. He struggled to translate it so that he could read it, using other books as resources, but even then the contents simply seemed to squirm before his eyes. During a particularly cold storm, Rutger read next to the fireplace, as he usually did. Once again he was trying to decipher the book. He cried out in sudden despair when an ember popped from the fire and landed on one of the pages...but the book did not burn.

Instead, the letters within began to glow, and a warmth spread through Rutger as he watched in fascination. He felt something within him being pulled out, and the book reacted to it. From this reaction, the letters shifted, and became readable. Though Rutger did not know it, it was not only the flame that had changed the book. Within him, as within roughly 20% of Fiore's population, was the potential for magic, and the book had reacted to it, choosing him as its new owner.

He became obsessed with the book, poring over its contents day after day. He began to practice the magic in secret, his curiosity overcoming the risks and the possibility of being ridiculed by his family or the other villagers. It was here, however, that he learned just why magic was so feared.

Black flames threatened to consume the village, and Rutger could not stop them. The only fortune to be had that day was when the heat melted part of the snow on the mountainside and caused an avalanche that managed to put out the flames, though many villagers were trapped in their homes until they could be dug free. Because of Rutger's magic, he had almost destroyed everything and everyone he had ever loved. The villagers began to treat him with fear and disdain, and his family decided it would be for the best to send him away. Rutger left the snowy village in the dead of night, keeping himself warm with his power, a blessing and a curse.

Knowing he had to find someone to help him control his abilities, he headed for the Mage Guilds...

Personality: Deeply unsettled by the events of his life, Rutger is often gloomy, but when his heart finally begins to open up, traces of an imaginative, curious, and energetic youth can be seen.

Team Members: N/A
Three Strengths: * Fount of Knowledge - Rutger is widely read in a variety of subjects, and thus knows a great deal about many things.
* Steel Trap Memory - Rutger doesn't have a photographic memory, but it's a good one nonetheless, especially if it's something he's read.
* Analytical Mind - Rutger's great at discovering and putting together clues to deduce possible answers, though some of his predictions are based on "genre-savviness" rather than realism.

Three Weaknesses: * Self Control - Rutger is still new to his magic, and has a great deal of trouble controlling it, making him dangerous in flammable areas, tight spaces, or when allies are crowded around him.
* Fear - Rutger is so afraid of hurting people he cares about with his magic that it severely weakens his spells and abilities.
* Passiveness - Rutger isn't often one to take initiative on his own, and he's stopped taking as many risks. He often tries to think of excuses to justify this to himself, and in the process is his own worst critique, creating mental blockages that can keep him from doing what's necessary out of fear of failure.

Greatest Love: Reading
Motivation: Learning to control his magic

Appearance:

Rutger stands at 5 feet 10 inches and weighs around a hundred and seventy pounds, with a bit of tone from working with animals and living in a harsh environment, but not so much like a weight lifter. He has dark red, almost auburn hair that spikes sort of to the right, with a cowlick on the left and slightly back. His eyes are golden amber, and he wears a long sleeved black wool shirt under a thick blue, denim-like jacket with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and heavy brown leather gloves lined with white wool. His pants are dark gray in color and his boots are made in the same style as his gloves. A black leather belt with a silver, square buckle holds two leather pouches, one on the side of his left hip and the other on the back of his waist. The last item of clothing he wears is a bright red woolen scarf sewn with double layers for extra warmth; this particular item was a gift from his mother before he left, and he tends to wear it all the time to remind himself of his family even if he changes the rest of his outfit.

Additional Details: Always has at least one book on hand.

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EdolasMayat (Edo-Mayt) --- To Edolas Phoenix Wing Guild Hall
Mayat smiled as the Guild Master lead the way back to Phoenix Wing, and when they went inside, she laughed a bit. "Seems we came back to a fight. Looks like fun." She smirked, and went over to a table, siting down and propping her feet up to watch the fireworks. "You can tell me why everyone needs to be back at the guild after these shenanigans alright Master Jamie?" She gave a dismissive wave, smiling, and watching to see how the fight goes.

[Assistant]
Magic Council Basement
The magic nullify was lifted, suddenly, and the Lizardman no longer seemed to want to fight. At least, not here. This was a great opportunity to take this fight where some other strong people could get involved. Surely, their guild master would be able to end it quickly, if she felt like it. They could, alternatively, just get out of here and avoid the fight all together, but... they'd have to tell Karn, Penny, and the others, somehow.

Just as she was leaving her cover to get the others in on her escape plan, the idiots keep fighting, instead! She continued with her plan, diving beneath the water to find somewhere that would serve as a better vantage point, though she figured the lizard guy probably saw her. It would be better not to fight him, at this point, but these guys were... overzealous.

Edolas
Trinity grins, keeping an arm around Sasha's waist as she moves to stand at her side. "Well, Karn, orgies are just moshpits of...

Love!" She leaned into Sasha and held her waist a little tighter, while holding her other arm up dramatically. Well, at least that was the same. But was it, really? She looked up at Sasha, winked and lightly, playfully bit her shoulder before dancing over to cling to Edo-Sasha's side. One arm around the front of her waist, the other hand resting on the back of her shoulder.

"Aah, but maybe I should go easy on her? What do you think, Sasha? She could faint." She laid her head against Edo-Sasha's chest, trying to get the woman to sway gently with her. Maybe even dance a bit.

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Sasha

Sasha looked over to Edo-Karn as they spoke, "I'd rather not have any sort of '-some' with myself, thanks. Kinda feels a bit like incest to me" she said, shaking her head, feeling quite uncomfortable as Trinity held her tighter, and then bit her shoulder.

When she left her, she shifted slightly, unconsciously, towards Lazarus, and glanced to him. Smiled slightly, looking over as she saw the strange lady from the guild hall. It figured that she was transferred here too. She stiffened. and reached for her magic, but of course, was unable to.

Well, that meant the woman didn't have any magic either. WHich meant she shouldn't be much of a trouble. As Joshua engaged her, Sasha watched.

Edolas Sasha

When Edo-Trinity came over to her, snaked her arm around Edo-Trintiy's waist in return. "Ah, Trinity. i think you're wasting your time and talents on her. I don't think she'll swing to girls. Still, it's highly amusing to watch" Comfortable and use to Edo-Trinit's behavior, Edo-Sasha swayed slightly as the other girl rested her head on her chest. "I think we can change her, though" She laughed softly.

She looked down at Edo-Trinity and smiled, "in the mean time, lets show them how much better we are in Edolas!" again a soft laugh, and she twirled, moving Edo-Trinity with her.

Jarvis

Jarvis looked about occasionally, partly making sure that Amelia was still by his side, the other part to not be taken by surprise if anything happened. He saw that Amelia was scared, and stopping for a moment, he laid a hand on her shoulder. "Do not worry. I won't let anyone hurt you. In any case, you're safe here, with me, with these Edolas version's of my guild mates. " He gave her a smile, kind and gentle.

He swallowed as they reached the guild hall. It was everything he and Jamie had planned, everything they worked for. Wooden, and grand, it was just...marvelous. What looked like stables were nearby, and the trees...they offered protection. He studied it for a moment, wondering if they would ever create this in Earthland.

As they entered the guild hall, he saw what was going on. And sighed. Any hope that this guild was slightly different went out the window. But he recognised his members. And the stranger that had been in the guild. "What is with this behavior? Are you rabbits? You are Phoenix Wing Members!"

Edo-Jamie let out a laugh, and said "Glad to see some things just never change"
Master Jamie

Having used one of two transportation Lacrima that Jamie had, he had returned to the guild. And heard the two discussing what had happened. Looking about, Jamie sighed. Of course something had happened. She shook her head, and said "If you two are looking for any member of Phoenix Wing, I guess this is your lucky day. I'm the guild master"

Where was Jarvis and there others? What had happened here?

"If you are looking to join up, we are always accepting Members. I am Master Jamie" He added, as she walked into the guild, looking over the broken doors, the tables."I had to take the guild on a mission. Some of them returned, but I lost communications with them. So I came to investigate. Not exactly a good welcome, is it?"

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Karn
Fiore || Kabo || Outside the Council Building
Interacting: Jayce, Nori
"Yeeeeah you kinda missed a bunch of fighting, including the probably still occurring one below our feet." Karn chuckled softly before looking at the black dog as the man explained that she only reacted to cats, causing Karn to chuckle a little.

"Awe, that's why then. I probably smell like a cat since that's my most common form." the short boy laughed softly before happily following the two strangers as the man started going through books.

As the female dog continued to growl and glare at him, the boy crouched to her level and slightly pouted. "Awe come on, I don't bite. Not all cats and dogs have to be enemies you know." he said softly with a friendly smile.

Edolas
"Then you better smack them when they deserve it. And Highlights, if you want to go do that, go get a hotel room. You cause too much bloody racket." Edo-Karn said to the Earthland Sasha and Edo-Trinity at their comments toward the busily working blonde. As Beatrix and Joshua went outside, hissing at eachother like a pair of cat and dogs, Edo-Karn minorly narrowed their gaze as if having a minor headache.

"Attempt to not break anything you two!" They called after them, though didn't even attempt to go and stop them. Sometimes, people just need to let off some steam. What better way to beat the crap eachother. If lucky, both knuckleheads knock each other out.

As more people entered and spoke, Edo-Karn finally took their gaze off of the machine, got up and walked over to them. Glancing to Jarvis as he commented on the antics, Edo-Karn shrugged.

"Since you're surprised, you must also be from Earthland. Ignore them, their idiots." Edo-Karn said wih a amused grin before looking to the Edolas Guild Master.

"GM, since it appears you already know about these guys, I don't have to explain much. But I can't help but be worried about this. Earthland is said to be filled with magic and Edolas magic got pushed back over a hundred years ago to there. So if theyre here... I think there is also magic that came with them. Which is going to attract attention. Be it other Guilds or even the Royals. But please tell me I'm wrong and you have a perfectly good explanation on this." they said as they crossed their arms over their chest.

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Phoenix Wing Guild Hall
Rutger Artz
Again Rutger nearly jumped out of his skin when someone new popped into their midst. Xe claimed to be the master of the guild; Rutger had heard that the Master of Phoenix Wing was a powerful user of Transformation magic, and that few people knew what they really looked like. This individual seemed to have a constantly shifting air about xem, from their voice to their stance. It was slightly off putting to Rutger, being a simple village boy from an isolated place, but he eventually gathered himself enough to speak.

"M-My name is Rutger, Master." It might have sounded very formal to already call the person Master, but he didn't know what gender pronoun to use for xem. "Rutger Artz. I came here intending to join, but I'm a bit worried about what's happened here as well. There was some kind of fight, but I don't think anyone fled the building and the destruction's scale is too limited for someone powerful enough to just drag off the entire guild. It's like they were here...and then they weren't. Teleportation magic or lacrima could do that, but to so many people at once? Something still seems off."


[System]
Age: 17
Gender: female
Race: Human

weapon: Ichaival - Is a upgraded Multi Variable Assault Rifle customized to fit any situation it ranges from a sniper, machine gun, to a long barrel rifle(bladed). It has been modified to fire condensed dust bullets creating different effects depending on the dust cartridge. When in active it takes the form of a iron plated briefcase that is carried by a black leather strap. Formerly known as Byakko Ichaival has went through numerous upgrades overhauling the the weapon to perform better under stressful situations. Due to the strenuous events during missions caused damage to the inner workings of byakko. With the reworking of Byakko Cian was forced to make numerous changes as to best use what she had avaliable being able to add a shotgun form to the weapon as well.

Specialty: ranged support/gunslinger

Semblance: Her semblance is a more defensive oriented one in which it allows her to create a cyan colored honeycombed shaped shield to protect herself and others from life endangering attacks. The barrier though is powered by her resolve and the more she wishes to survive and or protect others the stronger it becomes. Though in theory its a absolute defense she can only keep it up for so long.

Personality: Cian can come across as rude at times if not a bit standoffish. She often prefers silence to loud noise though has been making strides to socalize with her fellow peers more often. With that said she has a soft side that is often seldom seen she doesnt like to but when push comes to shove she is more than willing to step up to the plate to deliver. Cian can be called stubborn refusing to quit doing things till she believes she is done this can lead to her overexerting herself at times to a point that isn't healthy. Due to incidents in her past she has a fear of faunus that she is slowly starting to get past but it is a slow progress in the long run.

Color: cyan

Emblem:

Appearance:

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Cobalt rubbed his eyes in an attempt to prevent himself from crying. "Sorry. I'm fine." He looked at everyone and their reactions to him. They all seemed relatively forgiving. "It's fine, no cookies are needed." Cobalt took off his weapon and laid it near his bed. "Sorry again." He was calming down somewhat and he decided to introduce himself. "I'm Cobalt. It's nice to meet you all. Sorry I interrupted your sleep." He then had a sudden realization. "Wait why is she drunk? We're underage." He asked before shaking his head. "Nevermind actually, I'm just going to go to bed. Once more, sorry for the scare and we'll talk about this in the morning I guess." Cobalt shrugged and got in his bed with a surprising grace for a man his size. He laid awake and stared at the ceiling for a while before just getting out a book and reading.

The next morning he showed up at class and looked at his scroll. He saw he was paired up against a dude named Gren. He subconsciously touched the 27 Smasher and frowned. He had heard that Gren had a weapon just like his. But better. He crossed his arms and began thinking. Maybe Gren would be a pushover. 'Yeah right. He's a student of Beacon.' He chuckled and looked at the ceiling. "Now what?"

[Assistant]
Luke Schwarz -- Pre-fight Prep

Kuhaku Shiro, huh?

Haven't met him yet. Looks like a Tiger Faunus or something, so he ought to stick out...

There was a decent chance he could say the same about Luke as well, given that he himself had a fairly distinct appearance. Speaking of which, he needed to do something real quick if they were about to spar.

The hoodie went up, his arms and head came in, and he yanked it off of his body unceremoniously, holding it in his hand until he found both partner and arena, at which point he'd toss it to the side. This was combat, and with his heavily fistic and movement-oriented style, he didn't need to overheat or dehydrate himself under unnecessary insulation.

The T-shirt would do just fine.

Raising and waving his arm, Luke made his position clear as he scanned the students for his partner.

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Robert Fallson - Combat Class

"Not good. Not good. Not good. Not... good. Krysanthe? Krysanthe?! Why'd it have to be Krysanthe? C-can I do it? Can I actually bring myself to do it? Can I bring myself to do the unthinkable? Can I... hit a girl?" Robert said as he stared in horror at his scroll. His elbows rested on his desk as hands clutched his hair. "Oh man, I'm going to have to if I want to win. Maybe... Maybe I should go talk to her? Maybe she's, like, really mean or something. Then maybe I won't feel so bad when I hit her," The red-haired teen said as he rose from his seat and made his way to Krysanthe.

"Hi there, it's me, Robert. We met at Drury Lanes but we didn't really talk. It looks like we'll be fighting each other today," he said with an outstretched hand toward the blond. His nervousness for the upcoming duel was completely hidden behind a polite smile as he waited to see the girl's reaction to his hand shake.

[Assistant]
Kuhaku Shiro

Bzt. Bzt. BZT!

Gasping as he woke with a start, Shiro sat straight up as someone's alarm shook him out of the realm of Dreams and violently threw him back into the waking world. Silvery-white hair a disheveled mess, he slowly blinked as he yawned and stretched. Joints popping and cracking as he did so. Rubbing the 'sleepies' out of his eyes, Shiro sniffed as he rolled over the side of his bed. Spilling/falling off of the top bunk, he abruptly face-planted on the floor below. Laying there for a few silent moments, Shiro groaned pathetically. What a way to wake up. Scoot woke up from the sound of the crashing and slowly approached Shiro's still body. Tilting his head, the ferret sniffed at Shiro.

"Morning!"
Scoot greeted his tiger friend. He was fast learning new words to use each day.
Shiro only groaned again in response. What a lovely way to start his morning.

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After going through his morning routine and getting a big breakfast from Beacon's cafeteria, Shiro sat amongst the other students for Monday morning's combat class with Scoot sitting on his usual perch which happened to be Shiro's shoulders. As Ms. Goodwitch sent out a mass notification to all attending the class, Shiro only looked around with a distraught expression. He seriously needed to get a replacement for his Scroll, he just always forgot to remind Gren to get him one. Tapping on one of the shoulders of a student sitting next to him, he asked if he could possibly see who it was he was going up against. Thankfully, the student obliged and tilted the screen of their Scroll so that Shiro could see.

"Lucas Schwarze, huh?"
Tapping at his chin, he scoured his memory to see if he knew anyone by that name. Needless to say, nothing came to mind.
"Can't say I know him. Sigh. If I had my Scroll I may have at least someknowledge of who he is. Damn it, why'd I have to go and break my Scroll!?"
Shiro constantly beat himself up for having shattered the precious device during his first mission. Ah, well. Gold eyes scanning the crowd of Beacon Huntsman-to-be, he saw someone that matched the profile picture he saw on the adjacent student's Scroll standing and waving. Target sighted, the Tiger Faunus mentally steeled himself.

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Krysthane: Combat Class

Krysthane nodded, "Yeah I remember seeing you there. Hope you didn't see my horrendous bowling." she said jokingly as she shook his hand. The red-head looked more like he was hoping for a friendly conversation then looking forward to the training session. "I guess you'll be my partner today, this is honestly my first combat class. So from what I've gathered we just beat each other up until our Aura is low and learn how to not suck right?" Krysthane inquired with a friendly smile and a slight head tilt as she awaited his response. So far he seemed nice so this shouldn't be too bad, with any luck they would both learn something from it.

[Assistant]
Gratia Mindaro - Combat Class

Cian Kuze.

It was an unfamiliar name to Gratia. She knew nothing of this other student's capabilities, nor their appearance. It was her first combat class, and she had already been assigned to fight somebody who was, to her, a literal unknown. That was expected. No matter how the matchups had been decided, it had been statistically more likely for such to occur, for was only familiar with three of the twenty-five possible opponents she could have fought. Beacon and its students, after all, were completely new to her.

As such, she was fortunate to have received a network-affiliated Scroll from the headmaster upon arrival.

Closing the message that the instructor had sent them, the Mistralese Huntress idly swiped her fingers across the screen of the device, flicking her way to the student profiles. It was ordered alphabetically by surname, it seemed. A pale finger moved the scroll bar down, allowing her to reach the section on "K". Cian Kuze; a mousy-looking girl with flowing locks of jet-black hair and the brightest blue eyes she had ever seen. So this was her opponent then.

She tapped on the small portrait of her opponent for greater detail. It was not a particularly detailed profile, but it fulfilled Gratia's questions satisfactorily. A support-type then. Generalist too, if the highly-variable weapon meant anything. Ranged capabilities ... focus on aura was a powerful defensive shield ... she took note of those details. On a team with the Luke Schwarz boy she had met only yesterday as well ... interesting but utterly useless for her to know.

Now how would she deal with this girl?

Gratia closed the application, turning off the Scroll and dropping it into her bag. She allowed her eyes to scan the seats for her opponent ... there - a few rows down from her.

She rose to her feet, walking down the steps to where her opponent seemed to be sitting. From a closer perspective, it seemed that her original impressions of the other girl were relatively accurate. There was a brightness ... and an undercurrent of shyness? And the hair seemed to have been cut as well. The data had yet to be updated, it seemed.

Though the young Huntress didn't particularly care either way.

"Cian Kuze," she said, voice strong and toneless as she sat down next to her opponent. "I will be fighting you today."

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Robert Fallson - Combat Class

Robert couldn't help but give a light chuckle at Krysanthe's question, before nodding to tell her how right she was. "Yeah, basically. I warn you though, last guy I fought was big ol' Abel over there. You can probably guess how that went down," he said while striking the most heroic pose he could think of. After standing there like a dork for a few seconds, he couldn't help but get the sudden feeling that his opponent might need some clarification. "It was me if you couldn't tell. Truth be told, I was surprised by the outcome as well, but I guess that means I'm a lot more powerful than I look. Especially to myself." Feeling like he had gathered what information he could without giving away too much about his own strengths and weaknesses, he turned to look back at his seat before looking back at Krysanthe. "Well, I think I'm going to return to my seat now. See you when the match starts."

The red-haired student slumped into his seat, hopelessness clearly plastered across his face. "Great, well she seemed nice. I don't think I can do it. I don't think I can hit her. My best chance at winning this is to probably just hope I can avoid getting knocked into the red," letting out a defeated sigh, Robert continued his pessimistic train of thought, "This is going to suck."

[Assistant] Sigh combat class Cian thought to herself as she waited for her opponent to arrive. It was better after all to allow them to find her rather than both to look for each other and get lost in the confusion. Still she supposed this was how it was going to be though she really despised combat classes as a range and support type fighter she was often at a disadvantage to those that fought close range. Seeing as how if they got close it was pretty much over unless she managed to get enough distance between them again. She did have the idea for modding her weapon to give her dual pistols to act as close range and armor piercing though that was a long ways off from happening. Hearing Gratia arrive she spoke up "So if you are to be my opponent than shall we dance?" She asked it was best to get started soon she supposed and get it out of the way.


[System]
Occupation: Formerly a librarian before moving into full-time supervillainy

History:

As a civilian, Arthur Shale was known for being an honest, hardworking man, dedicated to his job in spite of it being a dead end as a career. He drank coffee, paid his taxes, and grew older day by day. A nobody, set to be forgotten by history.

Only one day, that nobody made a decision. All his life he'd been hiding a devastating power, but had been hiding it for fear of the hatred it might bring down upon him. Now, however, he came to a realization: was it not better to be despised than to be ignored? To go out with a bang rather than rot in some innocuous mound? He had been held back for too long, living a life of dull monotony, and all he wished for was to unleash his true strength, along with all the mischief and madness that had been building up inside him throughout the years.

Thus was born the supervillain known as Big Martin. His exploits were almost too many to be catalogued, but here are some of the highlights (and yes, he did actually do all of this shit):

- Stole an entire city's supply of seafood in a single heist!
- Snuck into a zoo and busted out all their most dangerous predators.
- Invaded an airport, hijacked a plane, and proceeded to fight three other supervillains on his own while still aboard said plane.
- Had another supervillain declare him her rival- and proceeded to kick her ass every time she tried to fight him.
- Robbed a jewlery store (every supervillain worth his salt has to do this at least once).
- Joined the most feared gang in his home city, proceeded to engineer a coup to take out the leader of said gang, which was a roaring success.
- Attacked the mayor in broad daylight.
- Hijacked a helicopter, then proceeded to crash said helicopter into a giant mecha, destroying both machines while he jumped away at the last second and made it safely to the ground!
- Raided the city college's bookstore and spread stolen textbooks all over the campus.
- Was filmed on live television leading the change against an invading zombie army.
- Took over an ice cream factory for the express purpose of getting free ice cream.
- Fought against robots, magicians, superheroes, supervillains, mercenaries, militias, secret organizations of both the government-run and rogue variety, parasitic fungus zombies, and a giant flying killer whale armed with cannons that fired black holes!

Suffice to say, he's lead an illustrious career so far. Yet what mysterious purpose could have led him here...?

Power: Cat Swarm

Big Martin's power is unique even among fellow superpowered humans. He alone was gifted with the almighty power to create cats.

Specifically, BM can absorb gaseous matter and convert it into living feline creatures. He can do this steadily, shooting out cats at a rate of five average-sized housecats per second, or charge himself up, gathering air and storing it as a hidden well of energy before unleashing massive waves of cats or even packs of lions, tigers, and other large felines.

Not only can he create cats, he can manipulate them as well. He can reach out telepathically to form a hive-mind network with all feline creatures within a few miles around him, commanding them with his thoughts and using their combined brainpower to coordinate on a massive scale. In theory, there is no limit to the maximum number of cats he can control.

Cats under his control operate semi-independently: he can give them specific orders, or give them a general one and leave it up to them as to how they carry it out. His power also somewhat boosts their intelligence, allowing cats under his command to make tactical decisions, work together, and even mimic speech on occasion. Last but not least, everything a cat in the swarm senses is shared throughout the hive-mind, allowing Big Martin and his minions to keep track of events from all over the battlefield at once.

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Life as a villain can be pretty rough sometimes. You're just minding your own business, conquering the universe, when all of a sudden a bunch of ungrateful scrubs show up saying they don't want to be crushed beneath your totalitarian heels as you ascend to godhood, and no sooner have you handed them their asses than another bunch of so-called 'heroes' shows up to annoy you still further. Over time, it starts to become a real problem.

There's an easy solution to all this, however. As those pathetic do-gooders love to proclaim: nothing is stronger than the power of friendsh- damn it, one can't just say that with a straight face. So call it, ehhh, 'mutually beneficial alliance?'

Point is, every competent villain (and the Big Bad was a competent villain indeed) makes sure to keep a list of stone-cold badasses on speed-dial. When the forces of good unite, evil unites right back at 'em! Take that, you overly generous pansies!

***

In a certain bustling city on a faraway world, a dark-haired teenager is startled awake by a sharp rapping at the door. With a yawn, he rouses himself, stumbles down the stairs, and cracks it open- only to stumble backwards with a sudden wail.

"B-big Martin?"

For indeed, standing there before him is a tall and lanky man in a white shirt and black suit coat, hissing felines streaming around his feet and perched up on his shoulders. Even as the intruder steps into the room, his furry vanguard spreads out, surrounding the terrified youngster.

"Good morning."

"Dude, we had a deal! No aggression between our sides until-"

Big Martin cuts him off with a wave of his hand. "Don't worry, I'm not here to fight. Just calling in a favor."

The teenager groans, but relaxes a little. "Geez, would it really have killed you to let me know in advance?" When no reply is forthcoming, he sighs resignedly. "All right, fine. What do you want?"

Smiling, the supervillain hands him a slip of paper. "Portal, these coordinates. I've a favor of my own to fulfill."

***

A few moments later, a glowing gateway opens in front of the abandoned fortress, and Big Martin steps out, accompanied by about a dozen small cats. His features are hidden, masked by the kitten currently climbing up his face, but he seems to be smiling. As the portal behind him snaps shut, he stretches out his arms, cracking his knuckles.

"All right, boys and girls! Let's flush these little mice out of their castle."

There's a shrill yowling in response, then man and cats alike charge towards the front gate and its turquoise guardian. A blatant and obvious assault by all accounts, but then he knows there will be other villains coming, and big distractions are a specialty of his.

[Assistant]
"Why, WHY TOM? If I weren't immortal I'd not have even considered helping you with this. What's the point!?"

"You juuuust don't get it, do ya Ozzy, my boy? You can't do things half-assed. You gotta run the full mile, shoot for the stars, y'know?"

"This isn't shooting for the stars, it's dragging around a literal ton of interdimensional monster with a moving dolly. How'd you even find and capture it!? I thought you could only do stupid shit like materialize midgets and make poop sparkles or whatever. Also, don't call me Ozzy."

"The less you know the better, Ozzy. Some things just weren't made for simple folk like yourself to understand. It's beyond your puny compensation."

"Comprehension, not compensation, Tommy."

"Oh, well FUCK you too."

A strange pair, they were, a cat-eyed knight and a clean cut man in a white suit tugging a massive black cube roughly the size of a mini-cooper towards the fortress. It didn't look fun. The cube abruptly bucked hard to the side, and with a yelp Auz darted back to catch it and, wheezing with effort, shove it back onto the dolly before it unbalanced.

"Why didn't you at least tranquilize the damn thing before you put it in there!? Why didn't you rent a moving truck instead of just a $#@% dolly!? Goddamn you Tom, I'm so much older than you it's not even funny. This is more than disrespect for your elders, its nearly murder!"

"Quit whinin' son, we're almost there. And no, I couldn't just 'tranquilize the damn thing'. I found it in that box to start with, who knows how it wound up like that. You think I'd open that shit up and try to feed it some sedatives? Sweet corn on the cob, Ozzy, you could at least be thankin' me for findin' it before someone else did! Damn good thing I'm a wizard who knows about this kinda thing."

"You haven't said why you didn't rent a U-Haul though."

"Aaaaanyways, look! It's just over that bluff. We'll try to fix 'em ourselves, flush the freaks outa this dimension, and we'll only open the box as a last resort. I swear."

"I don't trust you Tom. I never trusted you."

"Then why're you helpin' me tote an eldritch abomination towards an army of meta-beings that emerged from a quantum tear near an abandoned fortress hundreds of miles from civilization?"

"......."

"Yeah, that's what I fuckin' thought, Ozzy."

"Go to hell."

[User]
In an alternate world, at the top floor of Spider Tower, Obadiah P. Spider stood before his control panel, using his many arms and eyes to manage several holographic displays at once. Monitoring stock prices, organizing extortions, approving memos, planning drug smuggling routes. A normal day for the head of Spider Corp.

Then suddenly, a phone rang. Not the normal phone – that one went through his secretary – but the red phone on his desk. The emergency phone.

He picked it up. "Obadiah here. … Hm-hm… Hm-hm… Bet yer britches I'll be there!"

He promptly hung up again. That brief conversation was all he needed. One of his greatest business partners was in trouble, big trouble, the kind that would be ruinous to Spider Corp if left untreated. No application of bribery or armed goons was going to fix this. This was a job for the Spider himself.

"Candace, have the spider jet prepared! I'm heading to the Bermuda portal!" he called to his secretary, before grabbing his top hat and cane, and dashing out of his office.

***

Shortly after, a new portal manifested in the fields surrounding the abandoned fortress. From it emerged a lanky, four-armed man in a business suit, with the face of a giant furry spider. He looked around to see two other men approaching in the distance, hauling a big black box, while a third man was running for the nearby castle, with a bunch of critters at his heels. Was this the cat-summoner who had been listed as one of his allies?

That meant the fight was already starting! Wasting no more time, Obadiah removed the handle of his cane, revealing the slender blade inside. Sword in hand, he started charging towards the castle with great leaping strides, bouncing across the fields 30 feet at a time, aiming to join up with the cat-faced man.

[Assistant]
If Anom was surprised by the sudden appearance of cat man, he didn't show it through his armor. However, it was certainly abnormal for him to be assaulted in such a straight forward manner by such a non straightforward looking fellow. Had this secret hero meeting been discovered? Or perhaps this man was after him personally? It didn't look like the attacker would stop to answer all of the questions that popped into his mind. For the time being he'd have to defend himself and hopefully take this man prisoner for questioning. And maybe the cats too? He didn't know if he would have to arrest the cats, but better safe than sorrow. He'd do what he can.

In the time it would take the man to cross the distance between them he'd have a small eruption of light from a sudden hole on the armor of his left forearm. Within said light emerged a handle, which he gripped with his right gauntlet and drew out of seeming nothingness a broadsword apparently made out of the same material as his armor, polished turquoise gleaming in the sunlight. Although it would be large and unwieldy for a man of lesser stature, his 8 foot tall frame easily held it one handedly as if a toy. He held it out in front of him, feet firmly planted shoulder length apart. There was no way the cats could get past his armor, so he'd put most of his focus on what the man might be hiding up his sleeve. He was still prepared for the event that the cats might get a little too frisky, in which case he was already creating a countermeasure; a dagger point emerging from each of the holes on his arms, four on each one. He couldn't control that many objects at once with any skill, but he could certainly have them fly up and strike any cat at point blank range should they try to climb onto his armor.

Behind the cat man he spotted another humanoid shape closing in. This one was…a spider in a suit? Peculiar, but very well. If that man proved to be a villain as well then he'd be similarly dealt with upon his approach.

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A knight with a sword, was it? Perfect choice of theme for someone defending a castle, although what drove the man to choose such obnoxiously colored armor Big Martin could only guess at. Even as he wondered at the fashion sense of this first enemy, however, the cat master also noted the danger posed by a big fucking sword, and slowed down on approach, coming to a halt several feet away from his enemy- just far enough to be sure he was of the sword's reach.

About half of his cats stopped with him, but five raced forwards as a group, quickly closing the remaining distance. They'd spaced themselves out, just enough that it'd be hard to strike at more than one at once with the blade.

Swift as they were, however, these weren't the main threat. Now that Big Martin had moved closer, something would become evident to the turquoise guardian: the man seemed to be producing some kind of wind about him. Not powerful enough to be of any hindrance, but it was as if all the air in the vicinity were being drawn towards the man with a kitten hanging off his face.

The supervillain drew back his right hand, as if about to unleash some terrible spell-

And then made a sudden underhand throwing motion with his left. As he did so, a cat materialized above his left hand, tensed and ready to pounce. As Big Martin threw it forwards it leaped out of his hand, combining its own strength with that of its master to launch itself straight towards Anom's visor, yowling loudly all the way.

If it met its target, it would cling to his helmet with its claws, using its body to block his visor and deny him vision. At the same time, the cats who had been advancing before would dash past the guardian's feet, taking advantage of the armored man's temporary distraction to slip around him.


[System]
Age: 43

Alias: Razor Bat

Appearance: Anton Bolton - Razor Bat

Skills/Abilities: He is a tech genius whose specialty is creating apps for smartphones. As Razor Bat, he is able to program those apps into his suit. This includes having an HUD that monitors the health of people as well as the ability to create way points by routing his GPS program. However, his signature app is the ability to turn any Razor-made phone into a receiver, making him able to get a sonar map of whatever it sees in a five foot radius. However, its limitations are that the phones must be not only active, but within an area that has cellphone reception. If the phone is shut off or under heavy concrete, he's not getting its info. Other than regular apps you find on a smartphone and two grappling hooks on the sides of his belt, Razor Bat lacks in gadgetry compared to the other Bat Family members. However, what he lacks in tech, he more than makes up for in armor. Not only is the suit made of heavy armor capable of surviving a fifty foot drop and taking fifty bullets before it gets a scratch, but his gauntlets can pack a punch due to the hardness of the metal.

Weaknesses: He has a willingness to spare villains, not out of moral compasses, but rather because he knows Gotham's prison system is a revolving door and that he'll never run out of bad guys to stomp for the purpose of promoting his company. His other weakness is the overwhelming sense of egotism that he had poured into Razor Limited. If he feels like his brand's being insulted, he will stop at nothing to ensure that the insulters are taken care of and may take great joy in it.

History: Anton Bolton was the wealthy president of Razor Limited, makers of the popular smartphone Razor. However, five years ago, scandal hit his company when it was revealed that Razor's newest app allowed for companies to get a sonar image from the phones, allowing them to see and locate where ever people are. People were furious with this breach of privacy and while Anton was able to do some PR control, he was forced to retire and hand the company to his son, John Bolton. For the next five years, he stewed away in his home, watching as his company dwindled into obscurity. The straw that broke the camel's back was when he read up on his son's emails and noticed that a deal would be made in which Razor Limited would be bought out with a rival company: Wayne Enterprises. He called his son out on selling out the company, which led to a heated argument where John reveals that, with the damaged reputation that Razor had, it was forced to gain good publicity by merging with an already great company. Furious, Anton left and spent the next few days holed up in a motel as he glued his eyes to the news, watching closely on the economy for the deal between Razor and Wayne to be struck. As he did so, he also watched footage of Batman beating up criminals and how he managed to get publicity. The wheels in his head turned when news of Batman disappeared and left a hole in Gotham that needed to be filled. With Batman gone, Anton felt like this would be the chance to promote his brand. Creating a suit from the technology at his company, Anton set out to fight Gotham's nasties as the Razor Bat.

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Doctor

An unfamiliar sound tipped Spider off. He quickly reached for his dual pistols and pointed them at the source, the source in this case being a white van. He couldn't fully make out the driver, but from what he could see, everything about him screamed pedophile. He had an awfully pale complexion and was sporting a fedora. He sounded like Forrest Gump, if Gump had a sinus infection. Going by his strange manner of speech, he definitely was not from Gotham, or Bludhaven, or any of the surrounding cities. Derrick moved towards the van a step at a time, his pistols both pointed at 'First Degree Donny'. That was the name he tossed around, as if Derrick was supposed to instantly recognize it and gasp in amusement. His movement stopped as soon as he came close to a certain distance, close enough to get a better look at him, far enough to keep him from trying anything funny. It was only then he noticed that the man was a ginger, a fairly good reason to plant a bullet in his head.

"Don't move.", Spider uttered, his voice this time resonating because of his mask. He moved to the back of the van, maintaining the same pace as before while making sure to watch his six for any sudden movement. He mentally counted to three, and then opened the van's doors, expecting at least five thugs to jump out of it. Surprisingly, nothing like that happened. There was no denying that Donny guy had a rather innocent face for a man who could snoop into other people's dirty business without making a fuss about it, which made him all the more unsettling, but Derrick really had to tread through the situation more carefully this time around. Now that he'd finally gotten a partial hold of his brainwashing, he couldn't allow himself to make a mistake that would send him back to Blackgate, Arkham or worse, in the hands of one of Gotham's grade A psychopaths. Word of his escape from the nuthouse already made the papers. GCPD was on his ass, and so were all of his unsatisfied clients. Not to mention how the number of Caped Crusaders had doubled in an attempt to make up for Batman's absence. He couldn't be seen roaming through the streets.

In the end, he decided to give First Degree Donny the benefit of doubt. "Alright, Carrot Top. I'll take you up on your offer., Derrick spoke, taking the front seat. He smirked to himself as he called back to the bloodbath he was responsible for, a bloodbath which happened only thanks to a certain Russian giving Derrick the benefit of doubt.

[Assistant]
Donny nodded amiably as Spider got into the van. It smelled of smoke. The floor was littered with cigarette butts and bullet casings. The back contained two more seats and a large empty space where a water bed had presumably been removed. It was big enough to stand up in, and could hold an entire family of illegal immigrants.

"Ayuh, yuh jus' call me whatevah yuh wahnt. Yuh my guest naow, an' I'll oblige yuh. Three House rules though, partnah."

"Numbuh whun; radio's mahn. Ah got full control ovah thuh radio."

At this, Donny clicked on his stereo. The Rolling Stone's Sympathy For The Devil started up, blasting Congo drums and hoots out through the sound system.

"Rule numbah two; naw backseat drahvun."

Donny put the metal to the metal, and with a roar the van skidded up smoke in place for several seconds before finally earning enough traction to take off. It went from zero to sixty in seven seconds, and the very first thing Donny did after that was fly off of a steep ramp meant for unloading schooners. The vehicle spiraled thirty meters through the air over a large concrete gully, trailing dirt smoke behind it. The two would be upside down and forty feet above ground as Donny laid down the third rule, talking over the loud music and the screaming engine. Mick Jagger tore it up in the background.

*Rode a tank, held a general's rank, as the blitzkrieg reigned, and the bodies staaank...*

"Rule numbah three; Batman's gunnah be hurtun' fah certuhn tonight, and if yuh don't fancuh thuh idea of seein' Gothahm's heruh laid low, we ain't got nuh biznuss tuhgethuh."

The van would just barely make it over the gully, bouncing madly as it blasted between two houses and into a four way intersection. Several crashes echoed behind them as they shot through a red light and sped downtown. If Spider hadn't applied his seatbelt, he'd probably be sitting on his own head.

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Detective Hero really couldn't believe it, here he was in one of the dives of GCDP with the Gordon. He got taken out for a round of shots for catching a crook in an hour after the shooting. It was easier than it sounded.

Three hours ago there was a shooting and he was he closest officer to the scene. The body belonged to a female pimp and cause of death was a 45 to the side. What he saw that no one else did was a twin of the dead woman silently screaming at a worker of the night who was clutching his purse too tightly to simply be afraid of pickpockets.

He touched a patrol officer and had him corner the boy for questioning. A search of is purse turned up the 45, freshly shot, and residue on his hand. A short leap to logic and it was justifiable homicide. All he had to do was claim that she pulled the gun on him, there was a struggle, and it went off into her side. Hero chose to ignore the fact that the pimp had no holster for the 45 and the wallet check on the worker revealed a carry conceal license. He'd rather there be one less pimp on the streets than locking up someone willing to protect themselves.

End of shift and he belted one back with the commissioner himself. The place he had the drink at was a cop dive across the street from a place called "Carradale", it was well known as a criminal place and the brazen act to set up across from the cop bar was a middle finger to the establishment. Suddenly, the door across the street slammed open as a woman screamed while pointing to a man.

"MURDERER!"

Gordon took off after the man into the alley as Hero called for backup and an ambulance. Cops or criminals didn't matter at the moment, there was a death in a public building, the criminals would have to suck it up as the cop walked right in to the body... but he wasn't dead yet! The Carotid was torn to bits with a screwdriver, he was in shock, but he had three minutes to die from bloodloss. The ambulance would never make it.

Semi-pro killer to know anatomy, common enough tool to get on any street corner like a steak knife. The weapon of choice might be a calling card of the killer or a message for why they were killed. He would have to ask the spirit when it left the body.

He approached the woman from just a moment ago and started the line of questions while he waited for the spirit to leave the body. All she was willing to share was that the dead one was Alphonse Sisca and she heard the killer say. "With regards from the Bertinelli family." He took down the notes and got ready to pass them off to the backup when they arrived.

[Assistant]
The only response that Anton got was a writhing sound from Bullock. In that time, Anton waited it out for the ambulance to arrive. Anton took the time to look at the card a little more, but before he did, Bullock grabbed at his leg and gave out a rasp. Anton could see that his throat had been assaulted, so he couldn't be able to decipher what Bullock was trying to say.

For now, he ignored him and looked at the card. Nothing. He did notice the raised numbers, but the coloring made them hidden on the matted black card. Whoever dropped the card wanted to remain hidden. He took out his phone and rubbed his fingers on the numbers. Rather than outright dialing the number, he added the number to his contacts. When he was done, he dropped the card by Bullock, who took it and placed it in his pocket.

The ambulance arrived and paramedics picked up and carried Harvey Bullock into a stretcher. Just before the doors closed on Bullock though, Bullock gave Anton a look. A sharp, dirty look. Anton spent his time watching old detective movies to get that the look meant:

"Listen kid, you're gonna end up in a world of hurt if you take this route."

As the ambulance drove off, he rushed back to his apartment and donned the Razor Batsuit again.

While Anton would refuse to go down that path, if it meant getting publicity for Razor Limited, then Razor Bat will go down it instead.

"Enable Mask Voice. Dial Black Card." Anton said the two commands out as the HUD began to dial up the number he put onto his phone. Worst case scenario, he's just got himself mixed up in gang violence and he's gonna end up on the hit list. Again, something Anton would never want in his life.

But Razor Bat, the entity dedicated to promoting his brand? He's all for it.


[System]
Age: 26

Appearance:  Has brown hair, and heterochromic eyes. The right is blue and the left is green.

Other:
Personality
-Seems very stoic and cold, but also very professional and serious.
-Hides her true emotions very well
-Dishonest with others outside of the government and with herself.
-Actually has a kind disposition and wants to help others as much as she can, which is why she stayed as a spy. She thinks she's doing the most good while working with the government.
-Sees herself as nothing more than a tool, and ignores her own desires and feelings to the best of her abilities.
-Her social skills are good enough to gather information while working, but not good enough to know how to make friends.

Bio
-She never knew her mother
-Her father is a well-respected general, with a case of Xenophobia (she doesn't share that phobia)
-She was trained to be a spy and gather intel since at a young age.
-After much training and missions, she became the best spy at the government's disposal.
-However, she didn't have very many friends, and she was never acknowledged for her accomplishments.
-Her father taught her that she was nothing more than a tool and that she should only want to help people. Anything else and she was considered a selfish and spoiled brat that didn't deserve to live.
-Skilled with the use of weapons, martial arts, and the use of computers and spy gear.
-Sent to Mohs City for an investigation mission.

Character Theme Song

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The still gem had been asleep for who knows how long, it had been sitting there for a long time waiting,until now

The gemstone levitated out of the wall it was embedded in and floated a foot forward, the gemstone began to glow a deep indigo light as from the ground up,a body began to manifest,the gemstone would become this bodies"third eye". As the body finally had a head when it reached the gemstone, the gemstone began to dim into the shape of a diamond, a new gem was born.

Azurite fell to his knees"mh w-wh-er?"

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Spinel

Spinel tried to hide the fact that she was nervous. Her head and eyes darted all around, desperately trying to find someone else who might be able to help her. She was alone with Bloodstone and Aquamarine... an awkward situation, to say the least. Spinel kept her eyes focused on Bloodstone as she walked up to Aqua, she was still wary that he might do something. She had no idea what Aqua had just said, but it sounded like a question. If that was the case, Spinel would just have to give her the best rundown she could. "After that thing attacked you and Howlite, Bloodstone showed up and killed it for us. We all came back to the temple, and it appears that everyone else has either gone into their rooms or left. Bloodstone came in via the warp pad and said something about helping us train. As you can see, he's awfully dejected about something. That's about all I can think of that you missed... that's what you wanted to know, right?"

Spinel took a closer look at Aqua. The last time a gem's speech was impaired like this, it was because their gem had been cracked. Since Aquamarine's gem was right in front of her, it didn't take more than a quick glance to see that, yes, her gem had been damaged. "You can heal gems, r-right? Your own gem isn't an exception, is it?" Spinel's speech was nervous and frantic, she couldn't bear the thought of losing two people today.

 Chromite

Chromite stood between Amber and Reggie as it started to look like things might get bad. She turned to Amber first. "If you want him, you'll have to go through me, and my shield has taken hits from bigger gems than you." she said coolly. Chromite then turned back to Reggie and said "And you, is this really what we get in return for giving you the opportunity, and one that no other human has had at that, to stay on our ship? Then you go on to say you're an adult while acting like a newborn who's been denied their plaything! Speaking of which, if you really think you can hurt me with that thing, you're welcome to try. At this rate, I'd say it's only a small percentage as dangerous as your tongue, but clearly you have no intention of putting that away!" Her voice was obviously angry at this point, and this would be the first time that Reggie had ever heard her raise it.

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Candice took out her key and opened the door leading into the motorhome, glad to see that her answer seemed to have put Mars at ease. As she opened the door, she looked back to him when he started asking his questions about Gems. She answered as she stepped inside the neatly tidied motorhome, "Yes, they seem to call themselves Gems. I can tell you about them in regards to what I've seen," She unplugged her laptop from the charger and placed it into her black backpack as she continued "Of course, I don't know everything about Gems, considering I'm not one, so going to ask other gems would be a good idea. I can lead you to where they live,"

She found the small black devices, the bugs she uses to listen in on conversations and placed them in her backpack. She wanted to go with Mars to their dwelling, because this was her chance to listen to them and figure out whether they have an ulterior motive or not. She continued as she packed the laptop charger and her wallet, "They are capable of summoning their own weapons, shapeshifting, and fusing with each other to become someone else. I think they also have one ability that special to them. I think you may be capable of having those abilities as well, but again, I'm not sure,"

She then stepped out of the motorhome with a backpack strap over her shoulder and she said "As I said, I can lead you to where they live, if you want,"


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Appearance: Adah is a slight but figured woman, with a relatively flat chest contrasted with a pear shaped lower half. She stands tall around 5' 11", to emphasize what she considers her assets, and minimize the shortcomings of those which she sees as not-- she wears brighter colors on her torso, and primarily blacks and darker colors on lithe and curved on her lower form.
Age: 31

Profession: Drug dealer

Skills: General people skills, improvisation, free running, looting, knowledge in the areas of local horticulture, religion, and recreational drugs

Disability/Fears: She has participated in any number of vices, she has become attached to some more than others-- she may simply have a taste for some drugs, while she might be borderline addicted to others-- she's certainly developed a reliance on marijuana, caffeine and tobacco.

Weapon(s) of Choice: A rapier wit. Adah relies less on an established weapon of choice and more on "desenrascanço"-- improvisation in the moment. When under threat of zombies this could be something like finding a weapon, exploiting the environment around her, or finding a quick route of escape, while dealing with people, this skill could become more charisma based.

-- Of course, when this doesn't suffice, she's a bit of an eagle from a distance with her hunting rifle.

Personality: Adah is sensitive and strong. She has empathy and believes in the good nature of people; preferring to investigate a problem and find as many situational factors and contexts as possible before making her own judgement. She also has wildly radical beliefs and will fight for her own beliefs, as well as those of others. Her mood at any given moment could be influenced by a variety of things-- mostly music, though, and her methods are as erratic as the genres she listens to. Adah believes strongly in using history's mistakes to guide us, as well as staying open, both to people and to all the possibilities of the unknown. Ada gives some credit to Louisianan Voudou. She has potential, and her being aware of this may sometimes lead to her being cocky, or even hindering action, but overall, she's a good, cunning and quick person.

Personal History: Adah, born on Louisiana's coast to a Creole mother and a Cuban father, is the result of what happens when a man leaves a woman, one who can barely take care of herself, with a child. Both of Adah's parents were unprepared for her coming into the world, really-- they themselves raised in tumultuous households-- they couldn't give the baby what she properly needed to grow, they were still children themselves. Adah's father left her and her mother when she was barely 4, left as a bastard for her mother, the woman turned to drugs, relying on family to help raise Adah as she herself resigned to a drug fueled existence. Despite this, the two were close, her mother's employment was always temporary and so she and Adah moved around Louisiana, leaving little in the way of making friends at school. To compensate for this, Ada instead grew close to the places she was, learning of the lore, legends and history of locations, taking it to heart as she grew.

Adah, now 19, found herself to be a much more open, intelligent, and free thinking individual, all of the characteristics of punk, hippie, counter-culture, beatnik and burnout. More or less, a stereotypical teenager. She would consider herself to be something of a syncretist, both religious and philosophical, with many of her philosophies clashing with the current American system and societal ways and beliefs. She wanted to see modern society burn, but told herself she should try to work within the system to change it. She was generally over her own mother, she still loved her, but she didn't have the time or energy to care for her as she was in and out of jail. Ada had to devote all of her energy to college, she found the American University system trite and needlessly traditionalist.

At the age of 22, the anti-capitalist, the anarchist Adah, having isolated herself from her family, flunked out of school, preferring the path of her own making-- a Voodoun Dionysus. She turned to drugs-- not as an escape-- but to enhance reality. She was a burn out, a drop out, by most men's standards a failure-- yet she managed. She partied with her old classmates, and utilized her natural charisma to find her way to larger circles, all while in a haze of party favors and booze.

For a time she was homeless, sleeping either with family or friends-- or simply under the open sky. The similarity between her current life and her mother wasn't lost on her. However, as her 20's left her-- she began dealing in the narcotics she had become an expert in consuming, delivering the spirit of the Ghede to college kids similar to her in the form of molly, lsd, and angel dust.

Then the apocalypse happened.

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James Harris

James got out of Nikki's room, not wanting to bother her sleep and imidieatly noticed a woman with a baby shouting for Matt and Nikki. The woman came close to him saying that they have intruders. Then all of a sudden three men came from around the corner. James imidieatly pulled the woman behind him and pulled out his kukri, pointing it towards them. "You boys are not from around here are you?" Said James in a threatening manner. Just as he was ready to pull out his gun Nikki comes out hellbent on destruction and after a couple of exchanges of words she kicks their asses hard with only one surviving. James put his kukri back in the sheath as Nikki proceeded to call for Matt through a walkie then told him to look after the one guy that survived as she continued to play with Grace.

Then Matt came and took the dead bodies after Nikki told him what happened and gave him instructions on what to do next. After Nikki went away to check the doors James remained with the surviving guy. As everyone went away James leaned next to him and slapped him over the head. "I bet it sucks dosen't it. To get your ass kicked by a woman. SIT DOWN!" Said James as he grabbed the guy on the shoulder and planted him on the ground because he wanted to get up.

Then Matt returns with a couple of chains and locks and tells him to go chain some doors, slapping him on the back, as James was leaving Matt stopped him, telling him that Nikki wants to see him in the gym. James nodded and went away as he chained the doors that needed to be locked and went to the gym, seeing Nikki playing with the baby there. "You wanted to see me?" Said James startling Nikki as she was concentrated on the baby.

Zachary Harris

The good athmosphere that Matt and Zach created was broken all of a sudden as Matt took a walkie and followed the instructions of a woman that called him out. As Matt was walking away he suddenly turned around and told him that he needs to come too. Zach followed him but stopped in front of the door after seeing the dead guards. "Oh man what the hell is going on in here." He said as he pulled out his bowie knife and got inside the school. As he was climbing some stairs, he sees Matt together with another guy he hasn't seen before. He put his bowie back in the sheath and takes the dead bodies outside one by one as Matt instructed him to do. Then after taking out the last body he sees a woman coming, handing him a walkie, telling him that it's for communication. "Thanks darling!" Said Zach smiling as the woman walked away.

[Assistant]
Nikki Hyatt

Nikki got up smiling and gave Grace back to Kat. She was still wiping baby slobber off as she spoke to him. "Yeah, I'm guessing you have some metal and mechanical skills. It's almost a guarantee when you own a car like that one outside. Let me show you what needs fixing." She knelt down and showed him where the metal had been bent. "So I figured this is in your realm of skills. Am I right?" She grinned at him. "I know where there are more tools if I didn't get the ones you need."

Nikki picked up the walkie and asked Jenna if she had heard her correctly. "I could swear you said you know how to cook." Jenna was heard chuckling and said "Vincent's sister is looking after his hand so I'll head to the cafeteria and see what I can come up with. Hey Nik? Have you seen Felix?" Matt jumped into the conversation. "Yay! Nikki is NOT cooking!" His laughter could be heard. "You are so right. We would starve if it was left up to my cooking skills." "What skills?" Matt said laughing. Nikki teased her brother, "Hey I make up for it in other ways!" Jenna laughed and said "Yes you do." "No I' haven't seen him but I'll send him to you if I do."

She looked at James who had been listening with a grin on his face. "Matt's right though, My cooking is aweful! However, dinner IS being started." she smiled and stayed with James while he worked on the door. She chained it so it couldn't be yanked open but gave him enough maneuverability to fix it. After he got through fixing the door and reinforcing it Nikki tightened the chains on it.

@Belle@Dark Light@Darcs@Rumikoohara@thehangedman@demonic angel

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עָדָה(Adah, Day 2: Early evening)

 "Fuck!" Adah smashed through the glass doors of the 7/11 she had just snuck into-- she had successfully snuck in, too! She just didn't know there were people inside.

 "You little bitch!" The big one shouted. The big one, that was the guy who had caught her. He was at least 6'5", had muscles in places that Adah didn't know you could have muscles in, and sounded completely roided out. There were two more-- tanned skinned greaser looking dudes, Vagos rejects looking motherfuckers-- why they were hanging with a stretched out leprechaun was beyond her.

 "Fuuuuuck..." Adah groaned. The fucker had nearly broken her ribs with that wrestling shit. They'd had a brief skirmish when he had heard her snooping inside a supply closet. Coughing as he approached, Adah spat out a bit of blood. "Fucking Christ, dude..." she groaned, "What kinda shit did your mom do to you growing up...?"

 "Shut up!" It got a chuckle out of the Vagos looking assholes-- which was good-- she needed them to like her. She could hardly move right now, the only way she was getting out of this was by convincing them what she wanted and what they wanted were the same thing.

 Adah managed to roll away from the boot as it swung toward her face. "You're already kicking me out?" Adah breathlessly asked, "We haven't even done the fun stuff!" The man moved to kick again, and Adah instinctively held out a hand, "For the love of Christ, wait!" To her relief, he didn't just follow through with the kick. He'd gotten a good hit on her eye earlier and she could already feel the swelling begin over her left eye. "Look!" She made eye contact with the leader, "This is your mark-- I get that," She glanced from the roided out leader to his strung out companions. They were clearly drug users-- she could use that. "I was just trying to get to a stash I kept here--"

 "Thought I told you to shut the hell up, bitch!" The man kicked again, and Adah rolled out of the way again-- narrowly this time, she got dust and gravel in her mouth. One of the slick haired men who had been staying back, mostly chuckling at Adah's words stepped up.

 "Declan chill out," He placed a hand on the roided out XL leprechaun's chest, "I kinda wanna hear what she's got to say." The man approached her-- he was oddly handsome, and actually taller then the orange haired man, he was probably related tot he other Vagos-looking Latino, he was more confident in how he moved, his charisma made up for his lanky figure. He was probably the 'leader' here. It felt odd to Adah to view the world through that lens. He squatted down and looked square into her eyes for a moment-- snapping his fingers for the big man what couldn't have been two minutes later. "Get her out of the damn dirt, Declan. She's cute."

 "You're thinking with yer dick, Pardo," Declan grunted as he lifted Adah to her feet, from under her shoulders.

 "Please." Pardo waved the comment away, "Maybe if you hadn't roughed her up so bad... even then, she'd be perfect for breaking in Angelo" He teased the man that Adah assumed was his younger brother, "No... I'm more interested in what she has to say."

 Adah tilted her head, smiling at the man "I'm sorry, I've taken a few hits... what specifically?" This immediately rewarded her with a slap across the face. "Right, then," She spat out, blood spilling out of a corner of her mouth, "The stash? I'm a... pharmacist-- look in my bag over there if you need proof. I just wanted to get some grass I had left here."

 "Grass, huh?" Pardo unholstered his glock, cocked it, and pressed the barrel against her temple. He gestured to his brother to check her supplies-- it only took a moment for the younger man to discover the bottles of stimulants, downers, hallucinogens, and other recreational drugs. She almost felt Declan drop her in the dirt at the sight-- all of their eyes seemed to go horribly wide.

 "Feel free to take whatever you want from that, of course," Adah began, not missing a beat, "I know of a storehouse near here, actually-- it's be safe from the shamblers, and more of everything than you could ever hope to use."

 The wanderlust began to fade from Pardo's eyes, "Where?"

 "Right across the street, actually!" Adah gestured toward Ramona Self Storage across the darkened street from the gas station, "I just need some supplies for the road, and honestly there's more there than all of us could carry." She gave another smile as Pardo holstered his weapon, "Let's help each other..."