[System]
Belladonna

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Character Summary
Aliases: Bella, Donna, BB
Age: 22
Birthday: December 20, 1995
Birth Place: Unknown
Gender: Female
Powers/Special Skill Set: Weapon Infusion (With Elements), Combat Prowess, and Espionage
Editorial Nickname: The Badass
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
How long have they been with X-Factor?: Two Years

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Appearance
Height: 5'9''
Weight: 120 lbs
Build: Slender Athletic
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Platinum Blonde
Skin Tone: Ivory
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Scar along right hip, scar along upper back, tattoo of the Yin and Yang symbol behind right ear, ear piercings on both ears
Personal Style: Bella dresses as the situation demands it, but she does get some enjoyment out of wearing things considered girly and cutesy as she fights because it gives her an advantage. She does not wear anything particular when not in a mission, preferring comfort when not in the field. She has been seen in sweatpants and a t-shirt or a stylized dress on any given day.

Her color scheme ranges based on the day also, though she usually opts for darker colors. Her hair is usually tied in twin tails or let down to her lower back. She wears make-up as she sees fit, mainly on a mission when she needs to look a certain way. She will look presentable when it benefits her or whatever task she is on.

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Psychology
Disciplined * Crafty * Impressive * Secretive * Stoic * Restrained

Sexuality: Bisexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Bella doesn't show emotion. Or it could be said she shows emotion rarely. Trained to believe emotions are a weakness, she gets the job done, no matter how dirty the deed. She is disciplined and direct, though she does have a sarcastic side to her she lets out, particularly when she is annoyed.

She stands out amongst others for her dedication to the work she is in. She knows she is impressive and valuable to any who have her on their side, but she does not care one way or the other about whatever side she is on. She does the work and she gets paid. Even in the midst of torture, she can endure without shedding a tear or uttering a scream. To some, that is a valuable skill in a spy. To others, it's concerning that there may be darker things underneath that pretty exterior. She will never tell.
Habits:* Sarcasm
* Listens to music when training

Hobbies:* Watching Trashy TV
* Sparring

Fears:
* Being Buried Alive
* Cannibals
* The Bottom of the Ocean

Likes:
* Techno Music
* Dueling
* Exploring
* Detective Novels
* Proving People Wrong
* Podcasts

Dislikes:
* Assholes
* Cat Calling
* Being Spied On
* Birds
* Lines
* Fake People

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Cards On The Table
General World Skills:
* Tracking
* Espionage
* Parkour
* Lockpicking
* Poison Knowledge
* Cryptology

Combat Skills:
* Elemental Imbuement: Bella has the ability to imbue her weapons with elemental enhancements. This can be any weapon she obtains (but most notably her sword and gun)
* Sword Combat
* Firearm Combat
* Hand-to-Hand Combat
* Morning Star Combat

Medical Issues/Injuries
* None

Possessions:
* Clothing - Black Top, Checkered Mini Skirt, Black Boots
* Katana
* Handgun
* Morning Star
* Two Clips Extra Ammo
* Lockpick
* Poison Vial
* Extra Hair Ties (around wrist)
* Cell Phone

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History
Why did you join X-Factor?: It wasn't so much that Bella joined X-Factor, it was more that she was obtained. Having fought for her own freedom, she opted to use her skills and training to aid the highest bidder, which had its own danger. X-Factor allowed her to continue to fight, earn her keep, and be protected in a way. The only thing they do not have is her loyalty as she is only loyal to herself, but she will keep the team safe.

General History: Bella didn't know the joys of childhood. She never knew who her real father and mother were. All she knew was a man named Master Shien and he was cruel and demanding. With iron fist, she along with a select few other children were hardened, trained to fight, sneak, and kill. She didn't learn about the world like other children, she only saw it through blood.

However, the children still hoped for escape. The master could never break their resolve, even if he broke their bones. So they hatched a plan to escape and leave and go out into the world. It all came crashing down as Master Shien killed and slaughtered them one by one, leaving Bella along with two others. Bella took her sword in hand and challenged the master. They fought hard, each dealing blows to the other, but Bella came out on top, decapitating her "father" and leaving.

Since then, Bella had to gradually learn how the world worked. She was smart and capable though (plus the internet) and she knew her place. She began to sell her skills as a professional hitman or spy for various factions around the U.S. She was sought after due to her unflinching nature and her results.

Bella no longer cared though. She was in it for herself and knew no one else could be trusted unless they earned it. That was when X-Factor came into the scene. Hearing about her skills they offered her a position amongst the team. Bella agreed for a limited time, mainly to see how it would play out for her. Once she was satisfied, she joined up. Could she be trusted though was the question.

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Extras
Character Quote: "If looks could kill I'd be a mass murderer. Oh wait...."
Theme Song:
Anything Else: Invisible Woman, Link

*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy. I acknowledge that I can and will be removed from the RP without warning if I break a rule or cause problems with my fellow Rpers or the GM.

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Relations

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Belladonna
"I don't do friends. And yes, that's what she said."

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⟢ 🎆Respects ⟡ 🌓Neutral ⟡ 👋Acquaintance ⟡ 🙇It's Complicated ⟣
⟢ 💛Friend ⟡ 💙Good Friends ⟡ 💜Best Friends ⟡ ❣Ex-Friends ⟡ 😈Frienemy ⟣
⟢ 💘Infatuation ⟡ 💓Loves ⟡ 💗Couple ⟡ 💕Basically Family ⟡ 💞Family ⟡ 💔Ex-Lovers ⟣
⟢ ♨Tense ⟡ 💀Dislikes ⟡ 😡Hates ⟡ 👿Enemy ⟡ 👹Absolutely Loathes ⟣

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🌓 Andrew Rossi 🌓
"Smart man can grow big or small. He doesn't bother me too much."

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🎆 Demetria Clarke 🎆
"She can freeze shit, which is pretty awesome. Other than that, she's cool."

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🙇 John Watts 🙇
"He looks at me like a daughter. I...do not know what to think about this."

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🎆 Evelyn Holder 🎆
"Assassins don't have a code, but I can respect her game provided she doesn't step on my toes."

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🎆 Alannah Ó Ceallaigh 🎆
"A warrior of the past meets a warrior of the future. This will be fun."

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♨ Barbara "Bobbi" Leigh-Anne Hobbes ♨
"She's loud and grating. Could she shut up for two minutes?"

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👋 Wasley Martin 👋
"He's um...he's cool, I guess. Stop asking me!"

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[User]
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Evelyn Holder & Casey Frazier

Location: Unknown
Skills: N/A

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Evelyn watched as the Sentinel that Sapphire tried to attack shot out a laser, knocking her teammate to the ground and went over to her side, to see if she was alright. "Are you okay Sapphire?" Evelyn asked, since her plan didn't really seem to work at all on trying to slip the massive robot onto the ground. She watched as the other new girl Elara going into the house to find a weapon that she could use, Evelyn looked at Andrew who said he made it once it exploded. "Well that certainly is useful." Evelyn said, as the robot she had attacked suddenly went down as well and the one Belladonna attacked to rather easily.

Evelyn could feel the ground starting to shake and she looked over seeing another proto sentinel coming over towards them, and a man on its shoulder approaching them. She was about to grab her throwing knife and throw one at the man, when Arthur spoke up looking over at the man for a moment. She still wasn't to sure if he was trustworthy yet, though he did help them fight off a bunch of dinosaurs made by the Mastermind Sisters. Though she did remember something what Spiral said, before coming here, 'Learn how the world works rather quickly. Otherwise you'll never get back here.' Evelyn decided to take the sheath of throwing knives and dropped them onto the ground, she wasn't going to be anyone's plaything for entertainment. Evelyn stared at Watts for a moment, before speaking she was trusting Arthur at the moment. "I'd rather die than be someone's entertainment forever."

Casey looked up at the strange looking man who was sitting on the Sentinel's shoulder, she wanted to knock down the guy who was on it, though she took a moment and stared at Arthur, she wanted to get out of here as soon as possible she didn't want to be a stuck in a child's body forever either. Before joining the X-Factor team Casey did pretty much anyone's bidding and that wasn't her at all anymore either.

 But she wasn't sure about him just yet either, and the guy on the Sentinel brought a bunch of them so that they could be attacked by them. Casey remained pretty quiet and still on guard as well, listening to Evelyn speak she, but she would still defend herself and the others if needed, she wasn't lucky enough like some of the others to have any weapons. Though she kept her guard up just in case the weird man did attack.

[Assistant]
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Elara

Location: Mojo... world?
Skills: N/A

Elara's eyebrows furrowed as she watched the sparking robot suddenly collapse. She looked down at her weapon to make sure that she hadn't accidentally fired it again. She definitely hadn't pulled the trigger, so what took it down? Her confusion was quickly answered when Andrew grew back to normal side beside her. Elara now raised her eyebrows and a slight smirk appeared on her face as he spoke. "An EMP blaster, hm?" She liked this guy. Especially his toys.

The ground began to rumble again as another sentinel approached them. Her head tilted back to look up at the figure on it's shoulder. His words did nothing to Elara but make her roll her eyes. She looked over at her new friend Andrew before aiming her blaster towards the robot's neck. Even if I don't get the robot, I'd knock the smirk right off of that guy's face.

Watts snapped at her, and Elara let her childish impulses answer for her. She simply stuck her tongue out at him before continuing to keep her sight on the robot. She listened as Arthur explained his point of view, and she even glanced over as he set down his bow and arrow. The move was unexpected, and Elara couldn't help but wonder if he had a point. She certainly didn't want to set her new weapon down if this robot did attack, but if Mojo's little pets didn't fight for him there wouldn't be a reason to fight, right?

She was all seriousness until Watts attempted to curse. She giggled and turned her head away from him so that he wouldn't see her laughing. It was amusing to know that even their words were censored like a real show. Which made her wonder. If they were set to play these roles, whether it be like the Teen Titans or whatever Mojo expected, what was the point of it all? What kind of lesson was Mojo trying to teach them? Or was this all just a huge test?

Even Evelyn and Casey agreed to surrender. Elara frowned. She wasn't exactly happy with the idea of setting her blaster down, but she was curious to see what Mojo or this new guy would do if they stood idle. Was refusing to play along the entire point of being trapped here, or would it end in their doom?

With a sigh, Elara slowly lowered the blaster and knelt to the ground. She laid it down in front of her and rested her hands on her thighs. Any way this went, she could easily grab it and fire from this position. "Well, Mojo? What do you think? If I had a tiny white flag right now, I'd wave it for you."

[User]
Location: Unknown
Skills: N/A

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Bella was geared up for a fight, so the fact that there was discussion about not fighting really irked her. Even as the man appeared, laughing like someone told the world's funniest joke, she wanted nothing more than to deck him then and there. But the archer was right. This all felt a bit too planned. After all, they found each other easily enough and as soon as they did they were met with giant robots. And wasn't that an interesting juxtaposition too? Small children vs giant mechs.

Bella scowled, but she sheathed her weapons. "You better be right about this." She remained vigilant, but if it was a fight he wanted, he would have to look elsewhere. Or wait a little bit, depending on her mood. Bella fought the urge to crack a smile at Watts attempt to swear. It was kind of comical to hear a bleeping noise coming from a child's mouth, even if that child was Watts.

Bella sat on the ground and closed her eyes, entering into a meditative state. If doing nothing was going to achieve something, she may as well get something out of it.


[System]
Age: 22
Gender: female
Race: Human
Hailing from warm, southern lands where people are naturally more dark-skinned then their northern brethren.

Nature: A kind heart, ready to reach out to those in need, sometimes even at the expense of her own immediate self-interest. She doesn't like seeing innocent people get hurt, and holds altruism and noble "effort"(understood as self-sacrifice) as the highest virtue. And what higher kindness can there be, how better can she protect the good humans and non-humans of this world, if not by eradicating the evil lurking in the shadows?

Yes, this world is full of corruption, vice, depravity, ever-threatening the well being of innocents and sometimes, even very existence of Idomea. During her rigorous training in the Monastery she was taught the value of self-restraint and temperance. Righteous must be ever vigilant and ever observant, else the evil will go unnoticed and unpunished. She rarely speaks more then it is necessary, and she's always wearing an artificial smile to mask her true thoughts and emotions- a veil to cloud the minds of corrupt so to speak..or a shield to give courage to the innocent.

She also speaks with a slight, yet discernible accent, which marks her as foreigner in these lands.

Looks: Standing at 5'4 she's rather on the "short" end of the spectrum- especially compared to other warriors, most of whom are male and often, a foot or two taller then herself. Her short height and female gender sometimes makes a potential employer question her ability, especially if she's visiting someplace new where they didn't hear about her or her Order.

Like most southern people, she has an easily distinguishable tanned skin and sharp, edged facial features. What differs Elisha from her brethren, though, is her hair color-while most of her brethren are black, even "raven"-haired, she is a natural blonde-a sneaking suspicion that her ancestors might have been immigrants from the north. She usually keeps it no longer then at jaw-lenght, so that it won't interfere during combat.

First and foremost, she's a swordfighter, but she's also been trained in basic martial arts, wrestling and crossbow shooting. Her sword, like most of her order's equipment, is a masterwork of it's kind, forged deeply in the halls of the Monastery by expert blacksmiths who devote all their lives to the art and duty of crafting the finest equipment for the warriors of the Guardian.

Under the long, brown cloak, Elisha's wearing a studded leather armor, preferring it's relative lightness to heavy plate armors or chainmails usually associated with Paladins. Because she's working alone, and often, traveling alone, she can't afford not to be flexible.

Class: A warrior hailing from a Cult of Guardian Rose, a southern off shot from the main religion, that emphasizes physical combat as a best way of crusading against the evils of this world-with a strong emphasis on resisting, detecting and eradicating supernatural corruption, such a demons, undead, black magic....Famed for it's Paladins, who's mission is to travel the world, either alone or in small groups, working as mercenaries for the righteous causes and eradicating evil whenever encountered. However, sword and might alone often fail against magic-therefore, these warrior monks are trained in the art of Detecting and Resisting magical enchantments, psychic manipulation, and all other forms of body and mind altering powers that they might encounter. Elisha's abilities are especially potent against magically infused weapons and objects-both in the terms of recognizing such items and resisting their influence. This, however, has it's price-using such objects herself gives her physical pain, and might even be lethal in the long term. That's why she doesn't use any enchanted weapons or armors, nor potions, nor anything that might have even a slight drop of magic in it. All such items are extremly rare anyway.

Story: Like most Paladins of this particular Cult, she has been sent off to Monastery-a huge, training complex serving also as Guardian Rose's HQ- at the age of 10. It wasn't a sad occasion-the locals hold the cult in the highest esteem and both she and her family were proud that Elisha has been selected as a potential recruit. There, she received a rigorous training in fighting-chosing a sword as her weapon of choice-strategy, Paladin's magic and anti-magic arts, literature, history and geography. And of course, a religious education in the spirit of this particular theological doctrine.

Unfortunately, she never saw her family again. Around two years after she left, her village was devastated by a plague, and everyone died. She was it as a divine omen -God, the Guardian, saved her life for greater purpose. Ever since then, she's been training her hardest, and when the day of graduation came several years later, she was on top of her class in almost all disciplines, hailed a prodigy and offered a rank and place in one of their famed mercenary corps.

However, Elisha refused, explaining that her calling is to travel the world alone. In fact, she was just sick of all the pompous formality surrounding her comrades and superiors-and feared that either she or the cult lost it's way. So she left, and like many other like minded Paladins, she traveled the North, enlisting as a mercenary, a sword-for-hire or an investigator, learning, observing, growing in character. Sometimes as a warrior of the Guardian Rose, sometimes incognito. However, during these years of adventuring, she always kept to the moral code that has been drilled into her along with the knowledge of the sword, and never stained her hands with the blood of the innocent- something not all of her friends can proudly admit to. Not long ago, she's met one of her classmates back from her training days-and to her disgust, discovered that she's now a renegade, a mage killer for higher. Their branch of faith does not condemn all magic-just the branches labeled as "evil"-and thus, killing all and any mages for anyone willing to pay was a heresy, and a betrayal of the order's most basic principles. And so, around 5 years since she left homeland, Elisha found herself traveling back south in order to report this and other disturbing news from the northern lands....

Motive:...when she was contacted by the messenger of King Gonagas...and given how Helsset is on the way south, decided to get sidetracked for her last quest.

[User]
No sooner than she walked up did Elisha almost run into her. Illumina shrugged "It's fine.". Illumina looked her over more closely, out of the rest in the group Elisha looked more...proffessional than the rest. She certainly looked like she knew what she was doing more than farmboy over there.

And now that she mentioned it, she was right. They never really had time to introduce themselves, nor did they really talk that much. Was kinda a bummer, the group seemed interesting enough.

With a smile she spoke, "Names' Illumina, Illumina Nightblade. Nice to meet you." The kid eventually revealed the name of the flower, which she never heard of before. Don't really get many flowers in the slums or market aside from stands or the occasional wild flower growing through the cracks trying not to get trampled on.

"Kid seems kinda odd..never heard of this flower, not that it looks like any'll grow here anyway. Mostly just rock and weed." Illumina spoke, low enough the kid couldn't hear, high enough that Elisha should be able to.

"Also never heard of a flower curing deppression..not even sure if any medicine like that exsists." Illumina shrugged. Kid seemed shifty, or maybe it was just a certain degree of stupidity, she couldn't tell.

[Assistant]
By rule, almost all things in Idumea have a spirit of some kind. Not all spirits are usable and exist just to sustain life. There are no flowers close by, just weeds and grass.

"Hey kid! What's your name?" The boy heard Steven ask him. In his still childish mind and being timid, it took a moment before the question sank in. He was focused on his task to find a detèmine for his sad mother. He walked around the boulder and after ensuring that there was nothing the boy lifted his eyes from the ground to look at Steven. Carefully he studied the group of strangers. Instinctively he turned his feet slightly inwards and again cast his eyes down. "Säätur", he said, "from Avveel".

The sun was just about to reach it's apex at this time of the year. Though the town was still somewhat far away in the distance, the town hall bell marking the midpoint of the day could be heard clearly enough. It's light and happy sound echoed pleasantly in the valley. A steady stream of people begins to slowly flow to the fields in the distance. The most eager workers have ended their break and are now returning to work.

The sound of the bell made Säätur jump slightly and he stared at the town in the distance. Quickly he moved on to the next boulder and continued his careful search.

[User]
Steven cocked his head sideways at the mention of the boy's name, as it was pretty weird by his standards. But he shrugged it off, as it was likely how it was around here, and didn't think much more about it. He turned back to his travelling companions and continued to talk.

"Anyway, if you wanna help... Säätur find a flower for his mom, you can stay here and help, but..." Steven said.

Steven looked around once again, to confirm. No grass in sight, no flowers. Beaten road. Little plant life. Something as delicate as a flower would need protection and soil, and the lack of flowers here proved him right, meaning it'd either be further down the road near more hospitable territory, or it'd be up somewhere high...

"It might involve some climbing. Maybe." Steven continued. "It might not, but it'll be hard to find anyway, because I'm pretty sure none of us are from around here."

Steven looked around the group as he talked, seeing that two of the group were engaged in conversation.

Looks like they won't be helping. Steven thought.

"In all honesty," Steven said. "It'll probably take a while, so whoever wants to go ahead should just go and leave whoever wants to help this kid."

[Assistant]
Lyra shook her head, and sighed.

"It's time to work. If we dally here for too long, we might have to wait until evening to even find the supervisor for our training, but..."

She glanced at the boy.

"Go on. It shouldn't take too long; besides, he's of age to work. The adults might be worried about him if he's shirking his trade."

She knew it was wrong to leave her group behind, considering that she was one of the oldest members (which, by all mannerisms, obligated her to be a role model). Still, the boy was but a boy, and perhaps he was right; she'd meet up with her group again soon, anyway. They'd tell her if the boy even had a mother.

"Saatur," Lyra started, "how long have you been searching for this flower?"

She, as softly as she could, stepped closer and continued to feel for any signs of life. In truth, she was terrified at the prospect of leaving herself vulnerable; greater spirits had a habit to hex her or avoid her if at all possible, calling her a "gross thing defying all order and sense". The worst thing was that she couldn't communicate anything but an aura of death, so she couldn't clarify anything unless it was through some elaborate ritual or instrument, neither of which she had any possession or conception of.

[User]
I see. A slight smile crept across Abel's face as Steven asked the group for a second time if anyone wanted to head into town. He was really trying to convince them to leave and Abel felt he had finally figured out why. He inwardly shook his head and chuckled to himself. Why hadn't he figured this out sooner?

"Steven, was it?" Abel said seriously as he stood up and dusted a bit of dirt from his knee with his gloved hand. In a low voice that was just barely audible to Lyra and the others, he asked "Are you perhaps scared to head into town alone? I wouldn't mind accompanying you if that's the case-- and don't worry. It's perfectly natural for a kid your age to be scared... I think."

Without giving Steven a chance to answer, he quickly turned to Lyra, "I'll see if I can't find this shoemaker who told the kid about the flower. Come on, Steven-- let's go." He started walking in the direction of the village, gesturing casually for Steven to follow him.

He considered bidding Illumina and Elisha goodbye, but didn't want to interrupt their conversation. They seemed to be talking about Saatur, so he figured they planned to help Lyra. Either way, he shouldn't need their help to escort Steven into town. What's the worst they could encounter there anyway? The village drunk?

[Assistant]
Elisha nodded. She haven't heard of such a flower either; but that's hardly surprising. She's a fighter, not a herbalist nor a healer. True, back in monastery they did receive basic medical education-how to stop bleeding, how to cleanse the wound, how to set broken arm, how to detect and prevent poisoning...and anything else which can be potentially useful in their line of work. That didn't, obviously, include learning northern herbs and flowers.

In the south there are is…little vegetation, so to speak. Dry, hot climate and, most importantly, omnipresent sand make lush forests and jungles of the other lands impossible. Wild plantlife would only be found alongside main rivers and irrigation channels, but these are already occupied by human agriculture. Throughout her childhood she didn't know anything beyond grass, algae and crops-but then, her village wasn't that rich either. Later she learned that in larger settlements people are well enough to cultivate various plants in their gardens and some aristocracy, inspired by northern people, even developed their own version of the so called "flower language", making flower arrangement into a form of art. However, such things were, again, beyond her interests.

 Name's Elisha Veer. Nice to meet you.

For a brief moment, she considered extending her right hand for a handshake, but ultimately, not knowing the customs of wherever Illumina was from, she gave up on that idea.

I haven't heard of such a flower either. I don't think you can cure depression with herbs

Unless these are "magic flowers" that some of their mystics were known to grow, use, and abuse…but she didn't say that out loud. At any rate, it didn't seem that there are any magic or mundane flowers growing anywhere here, so it didn't matter.
She sighed. Then it's decided.

 At any rate, I think we should keep going as the others suggested.

Poor boy will have to keep looking for his flower without her help.

To be honest, there are worst things in this world then depression. The boy looked pretty miserable, but what child doesn't, in this day and age? She's a warrior, not a charity. As much as she'd like to solve poverty, hunger, and other plagues that trouble the world, her mission was something else. Besides, it looked like the Albmot was definitely leaving… she could use the opportunity to talk to him and determine what sort of magic he's using, if any, and whether he's a friend, or potential foe.


[System]
Basics
Nickname/title: Maus (Mouse - because carried a toy mouse to school all the time as a kid)
Gender: M
Age: 20
Build/physicality: 6'2'', average build.

Appearance:

Background

Psychological status: He is clinically sane, although he suffers from insomnia and anxiety from time to time due to reasons I will state below.
Quirks, ticks, conditions, sensitivities to the paranormal: Healthy, save for occasional tinnitus and visual noise that remains a secret medically unchecked because his fathers political party on the rise (the Nazis) does not tolerate genetic or any other deformities.

Magical potential (Y/N): No potential
Personality: Fond of football (yes, I mean soccer) and fishing. You can find him watching the matches of different sports at the university grounds or riding a burrowed bicycle to go and hang out with the local fishermen. He comes off as pessimistic at times. He's got a certain routine he likes to follow every day, starting with morning body exercise and library visit and all up to an evening cigarette and coffee at the bar after all the classes.
More to be revealed throughout the RP by showing his inner thoughts.
Hometown: Hannover, Germany
Education: Currently a student
Occupation: Student of linguistics
Achievements: Nothing worth mention; several published stories and poems in magazines.
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Religion/philosophy: Baptised, although not very devout. Interested in studying pre-Christian European religions.
Marital status: Single
Family status: Father Frank (45); Mother Anna (42); Sister Erika (18)

Biographical writeup: Emil has come to Arkham to study at the Miskatonic University. His father thought it would be a good idea to send his son abroad in times of political turmoil in his homeland. He was born in Berlin, but they moved to Hannover soon after due to business reasons.
(I also plan to reveal more throughout the game.)
Miscellaneous information

Combative belongings: Nothing but a pocket knife he brought with him for no specific reason.
Noncombative belongings: A few books of fiction in his backpack, some spare clothes, an English dictionary, a pack of cigarettes, a lighter, reading glasses, a notebook and a pencil.

[User]
Jeremiah Dupree
Physical State: Healthy
Mental State: Alarmed

"My per- ah, yes. You have it for here as well." Professor Dupree looked at the desk that had been lodged against the door - he was no fool, this had clearly been no accident. Perhaps while everyone had been watching the man jump to his end, or waiting for the authorities to show up? Of course, none of this explained why someone would do this.

"I'm rather sorry, I can't say for sure. I'd guess perhaps a few years since he'd visited Africa? Again, Dr. Steiner knew him better than I had. He might also know why someone took it upon themselves to search this office and what, if anything, is missing." Now there was the true problem. Professor Dupree honestly couldn't tell if anything had been stolen - everything was out of order and in chaos. No gaps, because it was all upside-down and sideways and every which way.

"I'm rather sorry, Officer Lexington, but I honestly doubt I have any further information I can share about this man. I knew him best at the end of his life, and not particularly well before. I have contributed what I can, and I doubt I can contribute much more without ending up underfoot."

[Assistant]
Emil Günther
Physical state: Cold
Mental state: Frightened and paranoid

Scared, Emil thought it best not to head to his room, or anywhere near it. Police! It still rang through his ears. To one watching him, he must have looked like a paranoid drunk looking over his shoulder every five seconds and unable to hold his head still as he made his way through piles of thick snow. Police! When he reached the trail leading through the yard of the university grounds and eventually the street, his legs were soaking went, and he was freezing. Hypotermia. A million needles piercing me. Like when we hiked in Telemark that year. She fell into it. Lucky not to have her lungs inflamed.  Suddenly the police badges invaded his thoughts and sirens and bars, too. He hurried.

A block away warmth and delicious smell suddenly hugged him. Turning to his right, he saw he was in front of a pub. Sean. He entered and Sean was inside indeed, by some coincidence. Emil recognized him, or his back, sitting at the bar, while the rest of the place was almost completely vacant, with maybe a quarter of the chairs taken by either scoundrels or those who'd avoid going home by all means until late at night.

"Am I lucky to see you," Emil said, sitting on the stool next to Sean's and asking for a beer, an order to which the bartender reacted with a squint. And Irishman and a German.
"Where the fuck have you been...?" Sean asked, his glass pausing just in front of his lips, he looking at Emil's pants and shoes, gesturing at them with his hands. "Have you pissed yourself?"
Beer. Looks like it when you're sick. "Funny," Emil said. "But not. Long story. I just need to warm me. Myself, I mean." Mich.
"You're a weird fucking sort, man, you know," Sean said and took a sip.
"Tell me that when I all this shit happens in a second in one of our universities. It's unnatural."
"I'm feeling ya. I can't get that bloke's head out of my mind."
Pretend. "Did the police say anything?"
"Fuck if I know. I'm staying away, I've had enough."

The bartender put the foaming glass of beer right in front of Emil, without a word, and subtly slammed his hand on the bar, displaying intolerance. Cracked skin. Too many dishes. And a... He gasped. His heart beating like mad.
"You alright?"
"Bartender" Emil says, almost stuttering. "Can I have a glass of water, please?"
"Hell, man..."
The man fills the glass and puts it next to the beer glass. F. D. The initials, tattooed with poor skill on his hand, right where the root of the thumb begins. No mistake. Must be an army tattoo. His wife. Girlfriend. Child. In trenches, with ink. He rose quickly, trying to act normal.
"I need to use the bathroom, excuse me."
He went away as fast as his freezing legs let him, right into the dirties bathroom in all Arkham. Fshhhhhhhhhhh. Cold tap water filled his hands and he washed his face. Me. He looked at the cracked, greasy mirror that distorted his face. Frightened. It's only a coincidence. Calm down. Yes. Pay and go.
Somewhat calm, he went back into the bar, put he knew not how much money next to his unfinished drink, told Sean to drink it for him, and went out before they knew it.

Having looked left and right, he ran across the street, and went left towards the dorm, not noticing the cold anymore. Silly. Soldiers do it all the time. The street was quiet, he made the only sound with his feet. Shortcut. He turned into an alley on his right, to cut the way short. His stomach growled with hunger. What day is it? I wonder what we have for lunch at the cafeteria. Cooked wine, like we do for Christmas. With chocolate cake and sweetened bread. Warms you up really nice. Stands with Danish pastry. Good croissants.  A loud ring of metal followed by an aggressive meow of an escaping nightblack cat interrupted him. The animal had turned over the trash bin and scared itself. They never let you pet them or touch them. Look at you and disappear. Dogs are not like that. Friendlier. He rolled the bin with his foot towards the wall, pulled it up, went for the lid and placed it on top of the can. F. D. On top of the lid, written right under the handle. He looked at it thrice to make sure. "No..." he mutters and starts backing up. Am I insane? The icy ground proved to be a foe, for his sole slipped and he fell on his back. Not pain, but Steiner was the last of his thoughts before he started running, and running.

[User]
August Dupin
Physical State: Uneasy-Coming down from Adrenaline Rush.
Mental State: Intrigued.

"Shit, thing are never as simple as they seem, are they? Take a look around; if someone took the time to check through this mess, it must mean that there is something of importance here. I'll take that permission of yours, Dr. Dupree, if you don't mind."

After closing the opened window to stifle the incoming winter chill August did just what Barry suggested and began trying to find something-anything-whithin the chaotic puzzle before them. Sure, August agreed chances were there had been something here-the real question was if whoever had beat them here had found whatever they were looking for. If they had in fact found whatever they were after...well, thatd just have to be Barry's problem. He reminded himself he was he for his own reasons and wouldn't get sucked into Barry's case-even if that case was extremely intriguing. Still though August found himself unable to stop himself from pondering over the thought that just maybe someone had stolen the late Dr. Atkins suicide note? Perhaps someone didn't want something in that note read? Perhaps-

His train of thought was cut off as Barry's familiar voice snapped him back to reality. Apparently his old friend had found something that lead him to ask what August thought was a rather random question."Well what is this? My strange days in Belgian Kongo...How long is it since Dr. Atkin's was in Africa, Dr. Dupree?"

Professor Dupree answered in a way that the giant August believed to be completely genuine. "I'm rather sorry, I can't say for sure. I'd guess perhaps a few years since he'd visited Africa? Again, Dr. Steiner knew him better than I had. He might also know why someone took it upon themselves to search this office and what, if anything, is missing." After surveying the chaos again Dupree was quick to add "I'm rather sorry, Officer Lexington, but I honestly doubt I have any further information I can share about this man. I knew him best at the end of his life, and not particularly well before. I have contributed what I can, and I doubt I can contribute much more without ending up underfoot."

Giving up on a pile of papers that seemed to be translating some dead language August let the documents fall back to the floor. He apparently didn't seem to mind adding to the mess. "I can't speak for Barry but in my oppinion you've been very helpful Professor." August suddenly chimed in. "And if your previous offer of help still stands I would greatly appreciate it-that is if Investigator Barry here doesn't mind us two making our exit here? If it helps at all I can vouch for the Professor here-just givein the likely time frame of all these...odd events...I can honestly say Dupree couldn't have had any hand in this." He let his massive right hand gesture at the chaotic mess that was once Dr. Atkin's office in an effort to specify what this was. "I've been with him too long."

Clearly not liking what he was hearing but unable to come up with a good enough reason to hold Dupree and August here Barry finally relented. "Fine. Fine, but no promises I won't have more questions later"

August nodded without breaking eye contact. "Of course. I myself am staying at Nightshade's Inn, if you wanna stop by to question me over a beer or just catch up-come on by anytime. Room number 13. Watch out for the owner though, he's a bit...odd. Now I hate to leave you alone on some Cambodian expedition but the Professor and I should really get going." He reopened the wooden door that was the exit; somehow it had reshut itself in the middle of all the previous commotion. "After you, Professor?" He finished asking in a way that was not only directed at Dupree but also made it very clear he was in fact done talking with Barry. He was well aware he was probably one of the few men that could do such a thing and go unscathed.

The truth was if August had been alone in the room with his old war Buddy Barry he would have no trouble telling him that his gut was pointing in the direction of Steiner-but the fact was his one solid lead was also in the room, a lead August didn't want to risk upsetting in the slightest. In actuality though he didn't really know what the truth behind this odd suicide; but that deep nagging part of him that had kept him alive so many times before kept telling him that in some way or another most roads lead to one name.

Steiner.

[Assistant]
Johan Myers

With Emil running towards wherever he was going bumping into the nervous student who was walking towards the cafe to get something to eat, He had so many thoughts running in his mind like the crime and who could be behind it and also if this something had to do with the imganiary friends that he had.

Since his mind was elsewhere he was not looking he bumped into Emil sending him backwards and landing hard on his behind,"So...rry..." The nervous man said in a hushed tone of voice. Trying his best to get up back on his feet profusely apologizing to the other man for being so careless.

[User]
Physical state: Tired
Mental state: Paranoid

On the damp ground again, for the second time in five minutes, now not minding the wetness and the cold, Emil, most certainly not rude considering the fact that he was the one propelled by this fellow materializing out of nowhere, first looked over his shoulder into the far-stretching alley whence he'd come, but couldn't notice anything out of the ordinary, except maybe that flittering bra that hung from one of cables that crisscrossed between the buildings on each side, before fixing his attention on the guy in front of him. Less dark now. Late night games of cards and stripping. My clear six. A cliche scene. I have to hurry.

The body off which Emil bounced said he was sorry, to which Emil replied with a nod only he thought of as as one saying "no hard feelings." He got up, brushed off some snow from his jacket sleeves, and, redcheeked and squinteyed, put his hand in front of him, quickly saying  "Emil, Emil Günther. I think I've seen you before, at the campus?"  to avoid having to answer any questions that might pop up, although the familiar face didn't seem like an inquisitive one. Nevertheless, he thought it better to engage in small talk, maybe even subconsciously trying to make himself forget the eerie occurrences that the new day had brought him.


[System]
Notable Parents:
None. Auron, however, is a relative.
Age: ???

Sex: Female

Hair Color: Black and Blue

Eye color: Blue

Appearance:
Most accurate for her hair.

Saina is a 5'1 woman, standing currently as the shortest of the group. Her skin is pearlescent white and her hair dark as a crows, with the end a strange hue of blue that only matches her haunting shade of pale blue eyes. She wears it up in a high ponytail the majority of the time, as when it's down the amount of mana coming off of her gives the strange side effect of her hair appearing to move like it's underwater. Something she finds weird, and doesn't like to flaunt given the way she wears it. Her attire is as mostly seen in the images above with a few exceptions; that being that her cloak does not have sleeves. A scar runs across the side of her abdomen and she frequently wears full fingered black gloves to aid her grip on her katana. Her skill with the katana is only so-so, used instead mainly to place more precision into her unique ice magic and to kill the stray fiend here and there when necessary. Her black katana rests on her hip usually and when drawn, snow falls from the blade. She carries items on her belt to grab and use when needed without having to rifle through her larger stores of belongings.
Weapon: Black Katana, Magics

Limit break:
"Lance de Glace" - Several black ice lances form around Saina in midair, then with a snap of her fingers move to impale the enemy directly

Any Armor: Black Cloak

Skills:
-Ice Magic
-High Agility
-High Speed
-An excellent dancer

Shortcomings:
-Only so-so with a sword
-Secretive
-Has difficulty forming relationships

Occupation: ???

Biography: ???

Personality: Saina is a mysterious woman who often appears to be aloof, yet when you look in her eyes there is some sort of deep understanding seen there. She is stoic, vigilant, and very blunt when asked for her opinion.

Are you arriving in Besaid or Living there?: Arriving on her chocobo, Mercury

[User]
Eva wrapped her arms around Urick's as she helped him out. Eva had watched Gippal as he wholly paid attention to Naisha, She frowned a bit at the site. He really did care for her more than he had let on. Shaking her head, come on Eva, they were childhood friends... you only known Gippal for two years.

They walked out of the room after Alex stormed out. She noticed she didn't like Gippal touching Naisha that much either...did she have a crush on him as well? She didn't think much of it as they were outside now and Saina was recommending getting supplies and heading out, today it seemed. She didn't know if they should...there was all those people still hurt. She had to stay and help.

But before she would say anything The Warrior monk introduced himself and offered his services to her. Wow, already she had 3 and a half guardians. Sifen didn't really offer to be a Guardian just to pay off a debt to them. She looked at Maximus with her red eyes, he seemed older but yet at the same time it was hard to place his age because of his fit body. Warrior monks were always awesome warriors, Even Auron, Lady Yuna's and Lord Braska's legendary Guardian was one. She had seen spheres of that man, and this man carried himself in the same was as Auron, though only having a smaller Katana. He looked experienced and she could definitely use that.

She nodded and said, "Thank you Maximus I would be Honored to have you come with us, I've always had High respects for Warrior Monks.

[Assistant]
Gippal looked to Alex as she muttered "Don't lie to her..." He opened his mouth but she growled that she was going to find Nai's Parents. Closing his mouth and eyes he shook his head for a moment. Looking back to Nai as he noticed Urick urging everyone else to leave.

He looked at Nai and into her red eyes from crying. She then started with don't leave me behind. Gippal closed his eyes for a second, guilt runing through him as they had a similar conversation like this 5 years before. She then mentioned him being a Guardian, he didn't tell her that how did she know? She then said she wanted to go with him, even if she couldn't become a Guardian and said she would go on her own from Luca to find Thane on her own.

Gippal shook his head, "NO..." But before he could finish his sentence the thief, Sifen started talking about airships and how he was on one. He thought the guy had left the room and started to get irritated that he was still there butting in his conversation with Nai. He then continued to sit down on the otherside of the bed and talk like they were friends. Gippal narrowed his eyes at the man. He then punched Nai in the arm after asking he didn't hit her too hard. Gippal was shocked at this mans obviousness. At which his wide eyes at seeing the punch turned to a narrow glare and his fist's tightened. "Dude, what's wrong with you?" He stood up and moved over to the man pulling him roughly up from the bed.

Sifen was slightly taller, and muscular from working on machines, but Gippal was just as muscular from 5 years of intense fighting/training. Too add to that he was pissed at this man, for being clumsy and falling on Nai, now punching her, even if it was lightly. They've already said she was in a weakened state and her body couldn't take normal blows like everyone else could. Perhaps it was because he almost lost her and now is being over protective. He didn't care. He shoved the man backwards and out of the door. " What are you thinking man!? She almost died a few minutes ago, you come in here, trying to steal the medical droid, which was being used to help her at the time, then you trip and fall right on top of her acting like it's no big deal, and then you punch her? I don't care who you are, you come near her again I will drop you."

He slammed the door and let out a few long breaths before walking back to Nai and sitting down next to her. Looking at the wall for a few moments collecting his thoughts he then said, "Nai, Thane is a really dangerous man. I don't want you going after him." He let out a sigh and looked over at her. "I spent the last two years running from him and not showing my face to anyone I cared about because I knew he would do this. He promised it actually. I didn't want you to get hurt. But obviously you did. Because of me."

He knew he just promised to stay by her and help her through this. But he was also a Guardian. All he wanted was to make sure Nai and Alex were safe. But he also knew his friends. They will probably head out on their own anyway after he left. And if they didn't Thane might come back and try to finish the job just to mess with him.

"But I made a promise to you that I wont leave you to deal with this on your own. I always Keep my promises even if it takes me a while. Ill talk to Eva, I'm sure she will let you come along." He looked her in the eyes. "No way i'm letting you travel alone."

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Urick looked to Saina as she mentioned of looking after her chocobo. His eyes glanced from Eva to Maximus quickly, and as if she read his thoughts she said that they should go gather supplies. He quickly gave a nod of Approval.

He was also worried on how to introduce Maximus to Eva, since he didn't like speaking and all. But the man who seemed a little spooked earlier seemed to take the idea into his own hands. Introducing himself and asking to join Eva...who agreed. He shook his head. She was too trusting, she always was. Though he did agree with her decision with Maximus he still didn't approve of Sifen.

Remembering Sifen he looked around and almost on cue he saw him back inside being thrown out of the room Gippal and Naisha were in. Gippal Yelling at him not to come back in, threatening to drop him. Urick groaned. Why Eva. Why.

He looked to Saina and started to move towards her, Eva in Tow. Hopefully the others will understand he wanted to go right then.

[User]
Alex sighed again, raising her gaze to look around. The stench of blood still hung in the air, stinging her nose. So much. It gave her a feeling of unfamiliar nostalgia. She swore she could still taste blood, yet when she moved her tongue there was no sign of the rustic liquid in a physical sense. It made her wonder if this event was hitting her harder than even she realized. Was she going mental? Smelling a waterfall of blood and tasting it? That's just silly, even with this tragedy. Her skin felt itchy, almost like she wanted to rip it off.

Lady Yuna watched the tall woman seem to glance around a bit, expression confused before gently reaching and patting her cheek. Touching the vivid scar along her cheekbone.

"Are you going to go with Gippal and Urick? They seem to have found themselves a summoner. It's been your dream to be a Guardian since you were little." Lady Yuna said with a soft smile, distracting Alex from her thoughts to cough and stutter out words before huffing.

"Well yeah but it isn't up to me if I can go or not. It's the summoner who decides who their Guardians are. Just asking for it takes away the honor and lessens the believability of the trust the Summoner has."

"That hasn't stopped you before from breaking rules. Especially if those two were involved."

"T-This is different! Plus, their little group has a few Guardians I rather not be around otherwise I might punch them. Besides... My gut is telling me... I shouldn't go with them. I'm not sure why. Just... A bad feeling. There is a sense to protect, but something else is telling me to stay back. My gut is never wrong." Alex said softly before clenching her fists tightly. "But I will find Thane. And I'm going to beat his face in. With or without anyone's help. He's going to pay for what he did to everyone here. Nothing is going to stop me from that." she said with a growl.

Lady Yuna listened for a moment before chuckling a little in amusement. "You know, not every group gets along at first. Tidus had his own little disagreements with the others when he first joined us. But in the end, we all had the strongest bond more than any other. Besides, despite how you appear to be a prickly cactuar, you have the kindest heart. Even when you try to deny it. And knowing Naisha, she'll feel the same as you." she said, causing the red head to sign in defeat in knowing the summoner was right.

Looking back toward where she came from she sighed again. "Yeah.... But Cottonhead will probably take her with him because of that. I on the other hand probably won't be. Maybe I'll just kinda follow to make sure their okay. Not like I can go in the temples anyways." Alex muttered a bit before looking to the summoner.

"Lady Yuna, have you seen Nai's parents?" The tall woman asked.

Yuna nodded with a smile, reaching her hands and gently holding the taller woman's head between them, using a Cura spell. "Yes. They're okay. They're off helping the injured. And I hope you know you're not exactly the stealthy type." she answered causing Alex to nod and step away.

"Good, thank you Lady Yuna. I'm going to go pack for the journey then. And hey, I can be sneaky if I want to be.... It's just boring. See ya!" Alex said with a grin, briefly saluting before going off, moving through town.

Trying to count all she needed, she thought deeply before she was suddenly grabbed by the arm by a local woman of the village. "Alex! Could you help carrying supplies? These are too heavy for me and my husband. We need them over to the medical hut." she said.

Alex was about to explain she was busy but her blue eyes stared at the woman's desperate expression before looking toward said but. Swearing she could hear painful groans. In which case the red head cursed under her breathe before picking up the large crate beside the woman, about half the size of Alex before starting off toward the hut as she carried the crate on her own with relative ease.

"Geez, both of you are wimps! Since when did I become the package Chocobo?!" She shouted as if angry, but was now continuely helping people do heavy lifting and moving things around.

[Assistant]
Saina waited for a response to her question, and was pleased to see Urick be one of the first to respond, nodding vigorously at her idea. The fact that he continued to listen even now made her feel happy, in an odd way. To communicate this, she smiled at Urick. It felt... so great to have her words heard, even if they were menial. As Maximus spoke though, her attention was drawn to his display of loyalty, her face cold as stone once again. She had nearly drifted into spacing out once again, a nasty habit really, when she caught his name. Maximus Cross? Her eyes focused on the red-clad warrior and she couldn't help but stare at him, only to find he was already doing so at her. She blinked and shook her head. Probably a coincidence. It wasn't like Cross would be an uncommon name, at least, she wouldn't think so. Saina pressed her fist over her chest tightly and bowed her head to Maximus, only barely noticing Sifen out of the corner of her eye. Ah, she would need to speak with this young man soon.

"We welcome you, Maximus... Cross."

Before allowing things to drift further, she about faced in the other direction and began walking beside Urick. If her lady summoner wanted to come, she would be certain it would be alright. Besaid was safe for the time being after all. As she walked she asked Urick;

"You know this village, correct? Perhaps you know of an ideal spot for picking up potions. Let us make this fast, we should begin our journey as soon as possible."


[System]
Age: 19
Year: 1st
Gender: Female
Species: Faerie [Dullahan]
Physical Description:

In Depth Physical Description:
For all intents and purposes Claire is fairly average in terms of body build. She stands at a modest 5'6'', being neither skeletal nor particularly chubby. Even frequent rides on Thanatos don't give her much muscle considering the unnatural smoothness of his gait. Her hair is a very light brown, nearing a dull orange, and goes down to mid chest in a messy fashion with windswept bangs. There's little more she does to it than running a brush through the strands, at most putting it up in a ponytail or bun. Claire also has a spattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose and along the skin of her arms, said skin being fairly pale and having only a hint of sun kissing it, due mostly to the fact she'll burn rather than tan. Her eyes are a light grey-blue, though when her head isn't attached they slowly start to lose the color until only her pupils set against the white background remain. Speaking of which, whenever her head isn't attached a dark blue, almost black smoke covers what would otherwise be grotesque openings, and even when attached it's obvious there's something wrong with the skin – since her head never truly is fully connected.
Due to this Claire has a habit of covering her neck, either with scarves or high neck clothing such as turtlenecks. It's rare to see Claire without something patterned in her family's tartan as well – usually a sash across her chest or waist.

Personality: Perhaps it's the never wavering grin on her face, or her tomboyish looks and excitable personality, but Claire has always been known as a goofball. The former isn't an exaggeration either – as a dullahan Claire can literally never stop grinning, and finds the range of emotions others can show with their face fascinating. Due to this she loves watching people, almost in a creepy fashion, even while talking a mile a minute. In truth she loves other people in a sort of detached way, often describing others as 'amusing'. Even when she grows close to them it's almost as though she views them as a pet - which to Claire doesn't sound that bad; Thanatos is a pet and he's her best friend! Though no matter what she doesn't enjoy saying others' names and will often refer to those she knows by nicknames, the only exception being Thanatos.

Hobbies: Origami [mostly when she's bored and has nothing to do with her hands], Ice Skating, People Watching, and Botany [Claire mostly grows cacti – she has a secret stash of flowers but Thanatos keeps eating them if they're left out].

Familiar: Thanatos, a great black shire horse.

Extra: When roaming places Thanatos can't be – such as school halls or her dorm – Claire has mastered using her magic to turn the great undead beast into a tiny stuffed horse. Smells faintly of human.

[User]
The verbal mention of the Dark Court was enough to pull the faerie's infatuated mind from the lakeside fantasy. It was the wolf that warned her about the whiskey earlier, and he was talking about her - saying that she had 'fleeting emotions', as if he knew her personally or something. Who did he think he was?! And then he'd really done it, he mentioned the possibility of her ascending the throne and being Moriganne's kin. Kiara squeezed Morgan's hand angrily and her cherry-colored hair floated off of her shoulders because the waves of emotional magic pulsating through her. It seemed as though whatever potion was used on her earlier was beginning to wear off. Hopefully, for the party-goers' sakes, it wasn't wearing off too much.

Suleykaar responded to the lycan promptly, and the proximity of his voice startled the dark faerie. Since when was he standing this close to her? His body language radiated possessive masculinity and Kiki wasn't sure if that made her want to spit at his feet or take her clothes off. A little bit of both, if she was being honest with herself. The dragon's attention shifted from Niall to Morgan. His words were cruel and rude. Cruel was something the dark court supported and even reveled in, but rudeness was not tolerated by any faerie. That, and the fact that he thought himself worthy to block their exit... Honestly, what was with the rampant arrogance tonight?

"Kiara" The dragon addressed her more softly then he had the others. The narrowing of her eyes showed that she was having none of his shit. He didn't even attempt to follow it up with the actual apology, to which she was owed. Suley declared his 'innocence' and attempted to remove blame from his name about the events that had unfolded earlier. He even "allowed" Morgan a chance to speak, as if he was in some way his superior. Kiara was practically vibrating with the hot-headed need to speak her mind and smack that smug smile from his lips. "Just like your mother…" her father would say.

Still holding Kiara's hand, Morgan gathered the courage to speak. His words were calm, steady, and surprisingly relaxed. While Morgan reflected the the calm tranquility of his element, Kiki resembled the devastating volcanos and quakes of hers. Perhaps that's why they were falling for each other in a way that the dragon couldn't hope to compete - earth and water function best together.

When it was finally Kiara's turn to talk, she couldn't have been any more ready. The faerie stepped away from Morgan slightly in a direct challenge to the dragon. At 6'5", he stood over a foot taller than the petite faerie, so, to the outsider, jabbing her bony index finger into his chest would seem quite comical. For everyone in the room, however, her Unseelie aura was overwhelming.

Imagine that feeling you get when you are completely alone. When it's so dark that you feel like you'll never see the light again. And you hear a noise under your bed, a bump in the night… and you know you're not really alone. You feel a breath at the back of your neck and it makes you hair stand on end. You want to scream, but when you try to, you realize you're suffocating. You try to run, but your arms and legs are shackled down, and you just know… you're going to die.

Yeah, that's the feeling. True, deep, fear. That is how any Unseelie faerie can make you feel at the drop of a hat. They aren't called the Nightmare Court without reason, fear is their strongest weapon; It is why mortals who enter their court seldom leave with their sanity intact. So, yes, while a 5'2" pixie of a girl challenging a towering male might look silly, you'd have to be dumb, deaf, and blind to not feel at least the slightest bit intimidated. And all of this was because Suleykaar had dared to block her path. Kiara had had enough of his rudeness tonight to last a whole lifetime - and faeries lived for a very long time.

"Who do you think you are? More so, what do you think I am to you?" Kiki studied his face for any sign of response. "Your treasure?" she guessed before dissolving into an eerie and insane fit of laughter. She caught her breath before attempting to speak again."Hear me: I will never be anyone's possession, let alone that of a dragon who can't keep his treasure safe from his own brother." Her words were calculated and intentionally venomous. "Now, you will step aside and watch as Morgan and I leave." Kiara demanded. An idea struck her and a devilish grin appeared on her face. "Unless, of course, you wish to make up for your transgressions by joining us. Show me a good enough time, and I just might forgive you. Maybe…." the last word was little more than a breathy whisper as the finger against his chest flattened into a palm that pushed him aside. Feeling confident, victorious, and all the more eager to get out of there and put this energy into better use, Kiara lead Morgan out the front door by his hand.

[Assistant]
Lyla Warren

Someone else bid Laurel farewell from nearby, prompting Lyla to turn her head slightly. She wasn't sure if she had heard the voice before. The Splice was feeling better, but it was still slowly that she raised her head to take another sip of water from the cool glass that her right hand never left. The first slice of bread was gone, and the fingers of her left hand rested on the second. Between each bite or drink, she would return her head to the table and wait for it to stop spinning.

Lyla heard the door open and close again, and the room fell hushed. The tension was nearly palpable, and it wasn't hard to understand what was going on. The ballroom had nearly the same feeling earlier. There was friction again, and voices and names soon told her who was involved. The Dragon again, and the Dark Court Faerie. A Warlock seemed to have been caught in it as well this time. She wasn't listening very close to words, but the tone of each voice gave her a general idea of what was happening.

The earlier events had carried much more tension, much more potential for violence, Lyla felt, but it still made her nervous to consider what might happen if someone reacted aggressively in such close quarters with so many bystanders. Hopefully they all had enough sense to leave off before it got that far. Her ears flicked toward the center of the room as Kiara started to laugh and delivered her venomous response.

"Maybe a party wasn't the best idea after all," Lyla considered quietly from her place at the table. She certainly wasn't feeling any better for it.

[User]
Niall
Niall simply shook his head at all the commotion. This had to be the worst drama he'd seen since Laurel had nearly killed several students. This dragon was nothing but trouble, absolutely nothing but it. That was when Niall heard the wild howls, the noise would be easily recognized. They'd missed the ball but by the moon's sake they were here now. He could hear their heavy paw steps and their snarls and yips as they bumped into one another as they came down the hall. How they came up the elevator was a mystery, in the front he could hear the heavier steps of his brothers and towards the backs the lighter ones of some of the younger males.

Unlucky for him Laurel had not latched his door and he watched carefully as a snout flung the door open. He counted them and recognized their faces and scents. This was the only place they dared bust into his place but the door had been open. Here he was Niall, at home he was the Heir but they still owed him a fair amount of respect. Their ears were back and down and they didn't look him directly in the eye but they bustled through the door, bumping into one another and changing forms as they did so. They were as wild as the form they'd been in before, eyes alight with mischief and laughter as they slunk through his room. He nodded to each of them in turn as they headed directly for the bar, oblivious to the tension in the room.

Like most Lycans they were unconcerned with the problems of others, most issues occurred within the pack itself instead of with other groups. It was mostly interspecies aggression that was spoken of when discussing Lycans but even then they seldom killed one another though it did happen. His own mother had killed numerous bitches in the fight to win the right to be Queen. Ordeals were a time of horrific violence but they were rare now. His pack mates were unconcerned with the drama in progress in his room and it was nice to be reminded of the freedom he generally enjoyed, there were pros and cons to being everywhere. Now filling the small apartment like dorm room he recognized each of them easily, his brothers André and Bjørn along with his pack mates Xavier, Dirk, and the twins Damien and Daniel.

His younger brothers crowded him giving him a punch in the shoulder before focusing in on Lyla@FateWeaver, the Splice. "Your ears are so cool! Do you hear super good?" his youngest brother Bjørn questioned of her, his brilliant blue eyes belying his curiosity. Bjørn's voice was much like Niall's in that it was warm and husky with notes of darkness despite his fair colored looks. That was one thing Lycan's weren't known for, being shy. "Bjørn, please. The lady is not feeling well. Lyla, this is my youngest brother." The young male sighed a bit, "Shit, I'm sorry. Do you need anything?" Bjørn questioned of her, feeling bad for assaulting her with questions so loudly.

André however was focused on someone else entirely, the other beautiful dark court faerie. Her name was Claire from what Niall knew and his brother had slid up next to her at the bar, "You've made a fine choice of beverage m'lady." This was Niall's darker brother, his complexion was much darker than Niall's and his hair was black as night like Niall's coat in his lupine form. His eyes, however, were a brilliant green.

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Welp, that was a bust. Again. It looked like the dragon and faerie, and now another, weren't interested in more than being at each other's throats. A shame really, this was some quality drink – more for Claire she guessed!

Luck, however, seemed to be in a partying mood after earlier, if their newest editions were to say anything about it. Claire immediately brightened and almost bounced on the balls of her feet at the first snout poked into the room. More followed, all huge bumping bodies, fur and excitement. She was almost a little disappointed when the Lycans changed – they were rather cute. Even Claire knew better than to ask to pet one though – at least outside of certain circumstances. The best part though? They were completely uncaring about the tension in the room!

It was an excited Claire who greeted the Lycan who sidled up next to her because of this, her ever-present smile prominent and showing her teeth carelessly. As soon as the dark male's words were out of his lips the dullahan was already reaching for the bottle she set aside to happily pour her new companion a drink, and top off her own.

"What can I say, you get raised in certain circles and soon enough you're picking out drinks with the best of snobs," She slid the drink over to Andre, all bright eyes and brimming excitement. "But I'm all about sharing – especially since it's his bar I got it from." A little nod over her shoulder to Niall, accompanied by her wide grin and a little wave as though to thank the host before her attention turned back to his brother to meet his gaze politely. Well, polite for a human anyway.

"I'm Claire, this is Thanatos, and you?" The faerie gestured to her chest where the stuffed black horse tucked neatly into the plaid sash seemed to huff, tilting its head to glare at their new guest. Well, as much as beady little black eyes can glare with no eyebrows. It wasn't very effective, honestly. Claire merely playfully rolled her eyes and leaned in to whisper, "He's moody."


[System]
Appearance:
Ryker stands at about 5'10" with Brown hair and Amber eyes. His body is athletic and muscular, as he must be to do his job. He has a few scars that could be seen on his arms and face, but many more on his body and back. The way he carries himself it's clear he was a soldier.

Gender:Male

Age: 28

Occupation: Detective

Plant Essence: Peppermint

Superpower: Ryker has the ability to cool anything he touches, and can make it so cold it can freeze as if he dipped the object in liquid Nitrogen. He currently can't control his ability, which really comes from his fingertips. So he wears gloves to block it so he doesn't accidentally freeze someone.

The air around him always seems a few degrees cooler, and his skin is cold to the touch as if he was standing out in a blizzard for too long, this causes his skin to be a bit numb...and because of this he has a higher tolerance to pain. This is also bad, because while he may brush it off as a small thing, or not even realize how bad it is... until he suddenly gets woozy from blood loss. His breath is cold as well, and sometimes you can see a puff of his breath if he was standing in a freezer even if it's 100 degrees out.

With practice he would be able to control it without worrying about gloves, how cold it gets, and how far it can expand. As of now, it's about a three foot radius from the point he touches that can freeze. It's also nice touch he smells like peppermint every time he uses it.

Personality: Ryker is a very intelligent and observant person. Who is quick to pick up something with what seems like little effort. However despite his natural athleticism and smarts he believes in working hard for what you want. There are many hours of training and learning when people are not watching.

He is kind, and respectful, with the habit to address everyone as Sir and Ma'am. He is quick to make friends, and is always willing to help complete strangers. As if they were close friends. He has a mischievous side to him as well, often joking around even while working. He also is known to always have gum on him, specifically peppermint. In his pockets, car, desk, home. While really odd, it became a joke for everyone that knew him. He claims it's just something he picked up while in the military to deal with stress.

While fighting though, he seems like a completely different person.

History: Ryker grew up in a Military/police home. So it's clear where he got his strong sense of morals from. However he wasn't always like that. He was a little cheeky rambunctious kid who always got into trouble all the way through his teens. But he got his act together just before joining the military.

He excelled while there, making three close friends that became his brothers after a small conflict turned bad for them. The short story, which is all he would say always if asked. They were captured and tortured, for a few weeks before managing to escape. No matter how many times, he won't go into details.

After the military the four stayed in touch, he became uncles to their children, despite not being related by blood. He also joined the police force and became a K-9 officer. Where he and his partner Sascha, did really well for five years, somehow managing to be a part of some big busts during that time. One of them, almost killing his Partner. While she managed to live, she was retired from the force and he decided to become a detective after that, not wanting another dog.

A few months later, he found out one of his brothers was killed in a car wreck, along with his wife. Their 10 year daughter, Everly was also in the wreck, but managed to live. He took a few months off to take care of his brother's funeral and arrangements, he also took custody of Everly, as he was named the GodFather in their wills.

About three months ago, when he came back to work, his fellow officers pranked him by filling his desk with hundreds of packets of gum, as well as placing a large Peppermint plant in a pot on his desk. After all the joking was done, he decided to keep it in his office. It was after that he started to have strange dreams of peppermint plants freezing over by themselves. Over the next week he Catch himself looking at Peppermint plant for no reason at all thinking about the dream. That it would just stick with him. He felt a sudden surge of cold surrounding his chest. Then slowly spread throughout him. He didn't think much of it, as he got up and left, he didn't see his chair's arms were cracked and frozen.

Miscellaneous:
-always has a pack of gum, but not always chewing gum.
-Sascha usually follows him around everywhere.

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"Oh I wouldn't hold your breath." Alonzo chuckled softly, giving the girl a sharp grin at the snobs comment. Alonzo wasn't one to entertain those with more money than they necessarily deserved for long. Him and his grandmother had struggled and scraped for all they had; those born into money or just expected things tended to grate on his nerves.

He made brief eye contact with the man who had appeared from behind, giving him a small nod in return before his attention was snatched away by an arm around his shoulders. He blinked for a moment; he really needed to keep a closer eye on people. The guy moved fast. His cheeks turned pink at the compliment and ducked out of the arm around his shoulders, giving Conner a sheepish smile. "Alonzo. Alonzo Solandis." He introduced himself, the sharp whistle making him wince and flinch slightly although that wasn't the worst reaction from their little group.

He didn't see much besides the arc of electricity and the resulting large burn on the newcomer's arm. "Christ, that's some powerful stuff He muttered, shoving his bag in Conner's direction before hurrying over to the other guy. "I can help with that, give me your arm?" He offered out a hand, giving him what he hoped was a reassuring smile.

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Cabin 7

At some point during Kerri's display of body horror, Libby got spooked and left the room. The rafflesia-essenced woman was left alone to rip off her blooms and stew for a couple minutes. Then the blonde tentatively peeked her head around the wall again.

"Are you okay?" Libby ventured. She blushed slightly at the dumb question. The girl's skin was bubbling like a pancake a minute ago, even in a context with superpowers that didn't look very okay. "Uh... need anything before the conference starts?"

She probably should've left the leave-me-alone-I'm-emo girl alone. She stayed on the balls of her feet, prepared to run if the angry woman attacked her with whatever nightmare power that was. But at least Libby had to check back to make sure the woman wasn't actively dying or anything.

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Arthur chuckled softly at the reply of the strange woman sitting on the picnic table. Groovy. The only person he had heard that from none ironically was an older woman in his apartment building, one who had been a flower child back in the day. Yet this lady in front of Arthur was clearly way younger that, so he wondered why she was using such terms. He thought that it might be a hipster thing.

As she continued to speak, Arthur began to wonder if she knew where she was, "You know this is a scientific conference, right? I don't think they'll be sticking anyone with needles randomly, if you were worrying about that. As for harmonious thoughts, I'm not sure."

Arthur paused, before laughing, "I mean do you think we should try and commune with the plant essences? I have no idea how that would work, but you seem like the kind of person who could get that started."

Arthur was serious in what he said. This whole plant power thing had been nothing but a mystery since it started a few weeks back. Up until hearing about this conference, Arthur never had a notion that plant essences could be a thing. Yet he did change at night, same time as the flowers changed. So maybe a strange hippie lady leading some kind of meditation would allow him to gleam some information. It was worth a try.

"My name is Arthur," he said as he extended his hand, "And would it be too forward if you yourself have a plant essence power?"

Arthur was under the assumption that most anyone here that didn't look like a scientific type was probably someone with powers or knew someone with powers. Arthur himself at been keeping his power secret to those around him, but was warming up to the idea of being open with others with plant essences. Perhaps having some sort of community would make this life change easier for Arthur.

Suzhen

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"Call me Mur'" she replies, keeping her cards close to her chest for now. "And you'd be right, but I'm going to wait and see exactly what the men in white coats are up to before I give too much away."

The crack of a miniature lightning bolt interrupts Muriel, and she turns her head, thinks for a moment, then slides off the table. "Then again, I may be able to help that girl a little. That's worth the G-Men learning some secrets."

She walks over to the crowd starting to form around Mara with a wave and a smile. "Heyo, what's happening, sorry to peep in. I just wanted to check something." She offers the sparking girl her hand. "Can you give me a zap? Just enough to make my hair stand on end. Fifty bucks says you can't do it."

She isn't actually sure if her rubber essence will make her immune to the electricity. She also isn't sure if she has fifty bucks. Well, if she's wrong, maybe Mara will accept a joint or two instead...

@LuckyBlackCat

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Ryker muscles suddenly stiffened for a few seconds when he felt the electrical surge hit his arms. He didn't cry out in pain as one would expect. But he groaned through his teeth as he closed his eyes and lowered his head for a moment.

His memories flashed before him. The smell of burn flesh... the soreness from the beatings...the searing pain of that jumper cable connected to a 12 volt Battery. The screams of his brothers being tortured. He could even hear himself saying his Rank, Name and ID over and over. "Sergeant Ryker Burke, 1013758492!" Each time being asked an incomprehensible question, and shock for not answering to the torturers liking. His left hand began to shake slightly.

He shook his head a moment later to physically rid the thought from his head, and tightened his left hand into a fist. He looked over at the shorter blond, who had her hands over her mouth. A look of terror in her eyes as she looked at his arm. He looked down to see a hole in his jacket, a fresh black burn mark on his arm. Honestly he felt it only slightly. It wasn't as bad as he remembered. It was only then he seemed to warp back into the present, hearing almost everyone at once.

"Oh god I'm sorry, are you ok?"

 "I mean he looks fine to me... Well, besides that gnarly scar on his arm... They must have doctors here. They wouldn't gather a bunch of peeps with superpowers and not be ready."

 "I can help with that, give me your arm?"

Sascha suddenly pushed herself between her legs, Sensing his confusion. Ready to protect him with his order. He quickly reached down and placed a hand on her head to calm her. He hesitated for a moment before offering his arm to the guy with a nod of accepting his help, Looking to the blonde who shocked him he then said, to both her and the one who offered to help. "Its fine, It doesn't hurt that much...I'm used to it."  He said realizing afterwards that would be a very awkward thing to be used to.

"It my fault. He added quickly with a smile... "I didn't mean to scare you with the Whistle..."

He was pulled away as the odd girl in a bikini and shirt suddenly appeared.

Heyo, what's happening, sorry to peep in. I just wanted to check something." She offers the sparking girl her hand. "Can you give me a zap? Just enough to make my hair stand on end. Fifty bucks says you can't do it."

What the hell, who asks for that kinda thing? He wondered, as he felt Sascha move her head closer to the new person sniffing. But she didn't move from between his legs.


[System]
BASIC
Goes By (Nicknames): Maleficent (alter-ego); The Winged She-Elf; She-Devil, Devil's Incarnate (by Thorin); Delva, God-Mother (by Fili & Kili).
Royal Titles: Lady of Ambaróna/"Fangorn".
Other Titles: First Commander of Isengard, Sauron's Most-Trusted Servant (as Maleficent); The Watcher; Guardian of Durin's Folk.
Age: 5,739 (Looks 37-38)
Gender: Female
Race: Elven Hybrid (Sindarin and Noldor Bloodlines)
Other Bloodlines: Silvan and Teleri (Through her grandfather's relatives)
20/20 Elvish (10/20 Sindarin, 6/20 Noldor, 2/20 Silvan, 2/20 Teleri)

APPEARANCE
Face Claim: Angelina Jolie
Hair Color: Medium Brown
Eye Color: Yellow-Green (Boldly-luminous when furious/angry)
Skin Tone: Creamy
Height: 5' 8"
Weight: 119 lbs
Body Build: Slim

Finger Claws:

Curved Daggers:

Combat Outfit:

Dresses for Two Towers/Return of the King

Wing-Cloak

PERSONALITY
OVERALL PERSONALITY
Likes: Humans, Elves, Dwarves, Hobbits, Ents, Happiness, Animals, Peace, Music, Plant-Life, Training, Flying/Sightseeing, Yearly Seasons.
Dislikes: Death, War, Chaos, Greed, Spiders, Maleficent, Orcs, Sorrow.
Strengths: Fighting/Combat, Flight, Knowledge, Wisdom, Harsh Temperature Resistance, Protective/Affectionate Nature, Keen Senses, Agility.
Other Powers: Wallcrawling, Banshee Scream, Enhanced Strength, Telepathy, Telekinesis.
Weaknesses: Stubbornness, Loneliness, Anger, Vindictiveness, Split Personality.
Fears: Sauron, Losing Family.

Elegant | Unpredictable | Capable | Headstrong | Mysterious | Maternal | Observant | Intelligent

Everyone believed Saeril to be born as a creature of chaos and pure evil, but they just do not know the true story. In actuality, Saeril is a good-hearted, nurturing individual, who highly valued the peaceful natures of Middle-Earth, whilst having the passion to support and protect its various realms and inhabitants. Born during the First Age, Saeril is a strong-willed she-elf, and the last of an ancient Elven clan from Fangorn Forest. A very intelligent, loyal-to-the-bone perfectionist, who stays true to her word, she focuses on finding the best intentions for others, to the point of making great judgment calls, as much as willingly risking her life, in the process.

From the despair of her devastating past, following the Deceiver's corruption upon her mind, Saeril is truly hurt and very lonely inside, having to be caused by the guilt and horror of her cruel and malicious deeds, as well as the amount of pain and trauma she had to endure. After being rescued by Gandalf the Grey, she was left "more Orc than Elf", while her other alter-ego "Maleficent", a psychopathic representation of her corruption, still lingers within her mind. However, after Sauron's defeat, this other personality dissipated, giving back her natural Elven beauty.

The ultimate goal was to redeem and dissipate this inner darkness from within, but she never anticipated it to be a challenge when she rekindled herself with her Dwarven godsons Fili and Kili, whilst having to closely bond with a young she-elf named Yavanna, whom she had grown to love and deeply care for, as if she were her own daughter. Determined to protect both the Sons of Durin and the Bright Star of Middle-Earth, Saeril will become extremely aggressive and violent, whenever someone threatens, or has inflicted any sort of harm to them; as this contrasts her more-gentle nature, she will be blunt and gladly let the offenders know the price. In addition, since witnessing the death of Fili, she will go to great lengths, if it means to prevent Kili and Yavanna from falling under the same fate.

Both as "Maleficent" and herself, Saeril is a ruthless, immensely-formidable warrior in her own right; despite withholding a certain elegance, she's truly a very deadly foe for anyone who'd dare challenge her personally. A vast majority of her strength came from the enchantment Sauron had placed upon her, as well as the supernatural connection he was able to forge between them; even while she was formerly his chief of the Isengard legion, she possessed a number of abilities that have allowed her to stand her own, and even overpower the most skilled of individuals. Due to this connection, she's able to enhance these abilities. She also shows herself to have great telepathic power; either taught or naturally inherited from her parents and/or ancestors, she can read the minds of others, conjure up visions through physical touch, and receive thoughts from a certain distance.

Saeril will not hesitate to comfort, guide, or advise others when they seem to need it. Proud, proper, and almost-completely fearless, she will never bow to anyone she disagrees with. Evident by her relationship with Thorin Oakenshield, it's complicated when it comes to terms of the trust; she betrayed him (as he claimed) by "stealing" the starlight jewels from his treasure hoard for King Thranduil. Although she was claimed as not "trusting", Saeril openly showed that she cared a great deal for him, saving his life multiple times on different occasions.

BACKGROUND
Place of Birth: Fangorn Forest (Also known as Ambaróna).
Family:
- Kili Durin (Godson; Alive) (Dwarf)
- Fili Durin (Godson; Deceased) (Dwarf)
- Dis Durin (Co-parent; Alive) (Dwarf)
- Vili Durin (Co-parent; Deceased) (Dwarf)
- Hermia (Mother; Deceased) (Noldor Elf)
- Lysander (Father; Deceased) (Sindarin Elf)
- Ulla (Aunt; Deceased) (Sindarin Elf)
- Kinloch (Uncle; Deceased) (Sindarin Elf)
- Kriva (Grandmother; Deceased) (Noldor Elf)
- Disgla (Grandfather; Deceased) (Silvan/Teleri Elf)
- Fidnai (Great-Grandmother; Deceased) (Teleri Elf)
- Sahov (Great-Grandfather; Deceased) (Silvan Elf)

Other Relations:
- Gandalf the Grey/White (Mentor/Friend; Alive) (Maiar)
- Thorin Oakenshield (Friend; Deceased) (Dwarf)
- Aragorn II Elessar (Friend; Alive) (Man)
- Lord Elrond (Acquaintance; Alive) (Half-Elf)
- Tauriel (Acquaintance; Alive) (Silvan Elf)
- Haldir (Acquaintance; Alive) (Silvan Elf)
- Gimli (Acquaintance; Alive) (Dwarf)
- Thranduil Greenleaf (Acquaintance/Friend; Alive) (Sindarin Elf)
- Legolas Greenleaf (Acquaintance/Friend; Alive) (Sindarin Elf)
- Yavanna Undomiel (Friend/Daughter-Figure; Alive) (Elven Hybrid; Mortal/Sindarin/Noldor)
- Bilbo Baggins, Frodo Baggins, Samwise Gamgee, Peregrine Took, and Meriadoc Brandybuck (Acquaintances/Friends; Alive) (Hobbits)
- Azog the Defiler & Bolg (Enemies; Deceased) (Gundabad Orcs)

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Saeril watched the scene with worry. The unstable rock that the Hobbit and Ranger stood upon, was tilting unevenly, but to see the efforts of Yavanna using her power to aid them, the elder was prepared for the outcome. Thankfully, both Man and Hobbit managed to quickly jump to safety, with Aragorn having to be caught by Legolas, while Saeril has managed to catch Frodo. The fire demon was trying to crash through the walls of the vast chamber, and the only instinct that the group had, was to run away from the beast.

They kept running until they managed to reach another chamber, where they raced across a slender bridge of stone. As soon as everybody reached the other side, the wizard made the decision to stand in place, and come face to face with the giant beast. Saeril watched the scene with shock, as well as worry altogether, shortly before stopping Frodo from running towards the scene; Legolas having to do the same with Yavanna.

"You cannot pass!", the Grey yelled, having to bravely stand his ground, as the winged entity stood up to its full height. "I am a servant of the Secret Fire, wielder to the flame of Anor. The dark fire will not avail you, flame of Udun!", he continued to shout. "Go back to the shadow!", the Balrog then summoned its whip of fire; the weapon creating sparks upon the ground. "You shall not pass!!", the wizard then boomed before thumping his staff into the ground, causing the stone beneath the bridge to break right at the demon's feet.

Having to watch the creature fall to its apparent doom, Gandalf remains trembling on the lip of the broken bridge, before the thongs of the whip lash and curl around Gandalf's knees, dragging him over the brink, until he manages to hold on just by his fingertips. Looking upon the group, he mentally passed his reagrds to them. "Fly, you fools", he said, just before he lets go, allowing himself to fall, following the Balrog into the bottomless abyss.

The scene pained the elder she-elf to her core. Her mentor had just fallen away into the depths of the caves.

The Hobbit's cries had hurt her even more.

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Once Yavanna helped get Aragorn and Frodo safely, on their side. It was a relief nothing happened to them both. The piece of bridge falling into the abyss once it no longer had them on it. But the chase carried on. More arrows seemed to be zooming past their heads in the process...luckily all of them seemed to be able to dodge them. With Yavanna occasionally using her powers to deflect them.

Hearing the beast barge in through behind them. Yavanna's first instinct was to run and help Gandalf whom braved the monster alone. But she could feel Legolas' arms restraining her; from running to help the Wizard and protecting her. Her eyes widening in horror as the scene unfolded before the group's eyes. "Gandalf, watch out!" Yavanna yelled out...but it was too late. The beast that was falling into the darkness, hooked onto Gandalf's ankle before she could even finish her sentence.

Frodo's screams and cries for Frodo; caused Yavanna's heart to ache even more. The Kind Elderly Wizard that Yavanna had known her entire life; a dear friend to all was gone. Fighting the tears in her eyes.

As more arrows zoomed past their heads...the group managed to stumble out of the other side of the mines. And into fresh air...where Frodo pushed away from Saeril...walking away from the group in tears...whilst the other hobbits all collapsed in tears on rocks.

"We should go!" Boromir voiced. It wasn't safe to stay near the caves. They needed to get away from there-it was like he was almost alien to what had happened. He telling himself, he had no time to grieve for the dead.

"For God's Sake! Give everyone a moment!" Yavanna snapped at the Prince of Gondor. "We just lost Gandalf, have a little compassion!" Yavanna's voice was shaking; as she herself was close to breaking in tears. Kili and Tauriel were shaken up by the events that had happened aswell; the grief written across their faces too; everyone had been fond of Gandalf.

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Saeril ran out of the cavern with a protesting Frodo in her arms. It pained her just as much to hear the young Hobbit's pain of losing one of the those he obviously held most dear. But all of them didn't have a choice but to turn around, and run through the exit of the mines. By the time they managed to get outside and regroup with everybody else, the young Baggins tore himself from her arms, and the elder watched him wander a good few feet away in mourning. Looking back to see everybody else torn down by what they had just witnessed, even she herself felt a bunch of bricks hit her shoulders.

Gandalf was the one who managed to shroud her away from the darkness for the longest of times, and to see him be taken away by that same darkness, was a harsh reminder for her to relive that memory. By what she remembered, the Dark Lord was willing to eliminate obstacles and decrease their world's numbers, in order to make their chance of destroying him impossible. First, the Durin family, who've managed to surprise him with their innate strength, Balin, who've discovered the source of Moria's downfall, and now, Gandalf, a powerful wizard who knew pretty much knew Sauron's weaknesses.

Having to hear the distraught within his beloved's voice, Legolas didn't hesitate to envelope her in his arms, having to hold her close to his chest, as well as let her lean against him. He internally prayed to the air that Gandalf's death was not in vain. At the same time, Saeril came to realize that they'll soon be hunted down personally, even by the Dark Lord's most-trusted spies and servants. "We have to find cover, and quickly!", she said, though she almost regretted it, since everybody was still mourning. She didn't want to interrupt them, but they had to keep moving. "By nightfall, these lands will be swarming with spies and other foul creatures", the elder stopped for a moment, before turning and using her sharp eyes to find a place where they just might take refuge. "We make for the forest of Lothlórien".