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Age: 18

Magic: Necromancy - She is able to reanimate the dead for days at a time. When the dead rise again, they are a lifeless husk of what they used to be and nothing else. She can command them to do anything, but rotting bodies can only do so much. The fresher the body is, the more easily it can be controlled as they still have muscles and tendons to work with, but decaying and rotting corpses are harder to control, however they take less magic to reanimate. Obviously, the longer the body is animated, the more strain it puts on Eve, but she is used to such pain already from such terrors she has faced.

Magic Level: A

History:

Eve used to be such a happy little girl when she was young, she played with her pets and parents with also making friends with almost everyone in her little village. There was something peculiar about her though, she always said she heard something in her head, not like an imaginary friend, but some whispers telling her to go to some place. Her parents dismissed this as her imagination going wild as usual, but Eve always could feel the pressure in the base of her skull that it wasn't fake, but a real force.

She was only around the age of twelve when she started to sleep walk, trying to get out of the house, but her parents always waking up as her sleeping self was rather clumsy. When she woke up to her parents shaking, she always looked surprised, as if she wasn't in the place she wasn't supposed to be. It took only a few seconds every time for her to laugh it off and her parents to tuck her in once again. Her parents did try to get her checked, as her sleep walking and her supposed whispering was getting worse on each day. However, no one could find anything wrong with her, she was just a normal human being that was growing at a steady rate.

On her fifteenth birthday, it was the time to finally arrive at the whispering place that seemed to echo in her mind every night. She hasn't told any sense as it might make people think she was weird and didn't want to make anyone feel uncomfortable. She told everyone at the party that she wanted to go play hide-and-go-seek, it was harmless and no one would be worried of her disappearance for a period of time. As everyone ran towards their hiding spots, Eve ran towards the sound of the whispers, getting stronger and stronger each step out of the village. It took only mere minutes before she arrived at the place that seemed eerily familiar, a place where years of whispering had finally taken the toll and arrived at the scene.

She was inside of the woods, surrounded by trees and wildlife. Her body was suddenly struken with some sort of unknown force and made her start digging at the ground ferociously. The ground was tough and her fingers were bleeding by the time she had found what she was looking for, and it was just some rotten and old book. Out of curiosity, she opened the book before suddenly a great big explosion of unholy energy came from the book and the resulting force knocked her into a tree, making Eve pass out.

She awoke with a throbbing body and messed up vision as everything around her seemed to be, dead. She was just in a lush forest a couple minutes ago, a whole forest can't die like that. She started to look around and the impossible happened, several acres of land had just died with no reasonable explanation. Eve started to panic, but her heart stopped when she thought about her little village. What can be said about her village? Everyone was dead, everything they were doing, they had died right on the spot. The bodies were fresh, still warm and nothing rotting yet. Eve was struck with many emotions, guilt, fear, anger, confusion, but the strongest thing she felt was despair. She gave out one huge wail of sadness before something activated and she sent a shock wave of unholy energy around the place.

Eve was rubbing her eyes before she began to see that everyone started to rise from their death, but that was impossible too! She felt most of their pulses and they were non-existent! However, she can believe in miracles! The young girl hugged her mother and she looked up to see her face, her mother had a face with no expression, the eyes were glazed, and Eve could feel that there was something wrong. She tried to let go, but her mother continued to hold her with a firm grasp and soon, everyone in the village started to move towards her, arms outstretched for a hug. The girl started to scream and scream, but nothing could help her and she was soon covered in reanimated corpses.

At that point, all the bodies slumped to the ground, dead as they once used to be as the magical strain to reanimate every single person in the village could not be taken anymore and just vanished. When Eve finally woke up, she found that she was still covered in the bodies of her village and she quickly escaped the grasped, feeling disgusted with her surroundings and herself. She looked around from where she was standing and found that every single person had walked over here, she recognized every single face and name. Eve started to began to weep again, she was crying until she had no more tears to shed before something in her snapped. She snapped her head up, a big smile on her face with her face still stained with tears and she revived her mother and father.

One year had passed after the incident, the town was never visited as traders who visited saw such a horrible scene of rotting bodies put into one pile. The bodies were buried in one gigantic pile as everyone who knew these people were dead, however, no one noticed the girl hiding in the various houses of the abandoned village. The bodies of her parents were rotten and destroyed from decay, but she still treated them like normal human beings. She laughed at their faceless expressions, responded to their non-existent questions, and ate with her parents of scavenged food. She also began reviving the others buried in the ground, their rotted corpses were easy to work with as it took no work in reanimating almost nothing. Eve placed them around the village like a person dose with dolls and she lived her life normally.

It was only eventual that someone would enter the town, and see the horror of what Eve had created. It was soon called the village of the damned as rotted corpses continued living. Eve found the name quite distasteful, but she saw that she was not wanted in this part of Fiore. She wanted to bring happiness and cheer she felt with her magic and knew that people would love her for it. She kissed everyone she had reaminated which was about half of the village and went on her way to find new friends.
Personality: She is strangely cheerful and happy-go-lucky for a person who uses such dark magic and usually hanging out with dead bodies most of the time. She greets people with a friendly wave and ask about their day with so much enthusiasm, you can't really say no to someone like her. Ironically, she cares about life and all things, she thinks people living is the best thing a person can ever do in their entire life. Eve also has quite the troubling quirk of not letting things go, which does actually account for her magic. However, even though she acts happy almost every single second of her life, deep down she wallows in her misery and sadness. Eve just can't let go of things and puts her trust into things quite easily, and when they finally die, she can't really handle it. She copes by acting happy all the time, she forces herself to believe that no one she cares about will ever die and the corpses she reanimates are the actual thing, but deep down knows that no one can escape death.

Three Strengths:
* Eve is very kind to all types of people, both evil and good.
* Her magic is very strong and potent.
* She will always try to make people happy, no matter the situation. (However, that can be bad if you think about it.)

Three Weaknesses:
* Eve is very hesitant to use her magic to harm another person.
* Eve does not understand the complexities of human emotions anymore.
* If you somehow break through her facade, she will become more mentally unstable and unpredictable.

Greatest Love: Everyone

Motivation: To make everyone feel as great as she feels with her magic.

Appearance:

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Eve - Dragon Fang Guild Hall

Eve could tell that this man was being sincere in his words, but she had no idea what he meant about some kind of alternate personality, she only had one, and that was herself. She looked at her handcuffs and then back towards the Rune Knight with her trying to contemplate the situation at hand here. She could already handle her special powers as she had managed to bring back her town to life and they seemed to be fine, and she has never hurt anyone with her magic before ever in her life. Eve suddenly sat down on the floor, her mind still trying to decide her fate and after a minute or two of silence from her, she had made her mind. She was still sitting down, but she looked up at the Rune Knight Captain with a smile. "If you remove my cuffs, I can swear to you that I will be peaceful. However, I can't come with you, simple as that. I've set my sights to bring some smiles on a lot of faces and I will not be able to do that if you take me away." Eve looked hard at the Captain before looking back at the guild hall, she was trying her best to be serious, but the glomping right in front of her was on the verge to into making her laugh.

[Assistant]
Lazarus

He sighed, opening his window. "We don't have time to eat down there. Lets go." He formed his wings. "We'll catch our own food." He bluntly stated. "Come on then." He offered her his hands, ready to take off.

Shujin

He was taken aback. "M-master... she's just a little girl!" He complained. "I've sat through countless meetings with the likes of these men. They will not help her!" He looked down. "I've killed so many. This isn't the right way to handle this trust me master. This isn't what I signed up for!" He clenched his fists passionately. "If this guild is supposed to be a family, bring her into that family and help her that way! She doesn't need magical atonement!" He pleaded with the master. Prince came in. "Prince, help me." He looked at him with pleading eyes.

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@Invisible Man@Caits@Silver Fox@YipeeXD

Zephyr
Dragon Fang Guild

Zephyr watched the guild master bring Shujin over and started discussing that they were just as capable as the royal guard was at detaining magic. Yet said the girl was a necromancer that was too unstable to help out. Zephyr frowned further as he heard the knights talk and heard what the girl had to say for herself. What she said was all Zephyr needed to take her side on matters. "Yeah real unstable. Sounds more like you are just don't want to bother with her master. Besides what did she even do wrong in a single day?? She certainly wasn't around when me Mikey and Prince left. Yet currently it sounds like she wants nothing to do but help others out and you are sending her off." Zephyr then clamped his hands together and looked at Jack. "Please master, re think this. Shouldn't you at least give her a chance first?"

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Prince
Fiore || Shirostume Town || Dragon Fang Guild Hall
@Caits @Zarkun @Invisible Man @YipeeXD

Prince happily huggles the Master before letting go with a cheery smile, his ears twitching as others continued to speak. Shunin speaking to Master Jack before pleading to Prince for assistance. As Zephyr piped up his two jewel, the tall feline hummed softly before his eye flickered toward the girl in question. She smelled of the dead and rotting corpses, not exactly the most pleasant smell and probably wasn't the most tasteful magic. Still, the tall red head tipped his hat a little, still smiling a little.

"Well first, you two need to understand this little predicament. Both sides at least. There are several reasons Necromancers are not quite the favorite. Many find such a thing quite disturbing and if it was in he wrong hands, it could lead to chaos and panic. Another is the law and religion. Defiling the dead isn't exactly in the code of conduct and in religion many believe it is morally wrong and the soul of the corpse is eternally damned. Blah blah blah etcetera etcetera. But, she can't help her magic and might know any better. So, question is if she did do something bad and if she meant to and if she is a danger. Minus human belief. the tall feline said before turning moving closer to the girl and Rune Knights.

Leaning a little closer, he sniffed to examine the decayed scent before slightly bending down so he was face to face with the young girl. Despite the knowledge and the smell that this was a Necromancer, his smile was still as bright as ever.

"Hello there beautiful! You can call me Prince. Can you tell me how exactly you bring smiles to everyone?" Prince asked with a bright gentle smile.

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Eve - Dragon Fang Guild Hall

As Eve was awaiting a response from the guards surrounding her, she was watching the group of strangers that were talking about her. Most seemed to want her to be freed, which made her happy, but it seemed that the person who wanted her to be put away was the leader of the group. She was stirring a lot of commotion, which did slightly embarrass the girl as she didn't really except this many people to pay attention to her, but it seemed all they cared about were her special powers, something that they called a necromancer. Honestly, she has never heard of the term before, but it seems like many people have already been accustomed to her type of magic and that surprised her as she thought her magic was one of a kind. However, as she was watching the group talk about her fate, she didn't expect one of them to suddenly walk towards her as commonly people felt disgusted when they walk towards her. Eve started to bounce excitedly as the stranger continued getting closer, but ceased when they were face to face. The Necromancer saw the bright smile that the stranger was giving off and replied with her own toothy smile and responded to the question with enthusiasm.

"Well, I planned to make people happy with my magic. There is nothing really special about me. I just remembered how horrible I felt when I didn't have this gift, and then I was just filled with joy when I had it. I can't really explain it, but I just have the need to make people feel as happy as I feel." Eve shrugged at Prince, she really couldn't explain her feelings for wanting to help people, it was just something deep inside of her that wanted to help. Now, her actual feelings were a completely different story, but at the moment she was responding truthfully to Prince's question. "Oh! How could I forget! It is very nice to meet you Prince, my name is Evelynn or Eve for short. I would have given you a hug, but you know." She looked at her handcuffs and back at Prince before giggling.


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* Age: 17
* Appearance Serrica carries herself confidently as if she could do no wrong with her tendency to wear beautiful if not expensive dresses that tend to be strong, powerful colors like red and purple. For the majority of her life she's kept her brown hair short though, lately, she's tried to grow it out longer.
* Gender: Female
* Personality: Serika or Serrica is rather selfish person and carries herself with a sense of superiority over others. If one were to notice her taking an interest in a particular human being outside of social situations, it's quite likely that she has an idea on how to use that individual. She is highly fueled by greed and a wish to be even more rich than she already is. With that in mind, she treats the commoners of her family's territory very well, after all, the success of the common man is the success of her territory. She has invested in more than a couple of merchant groups for a cut of the profits.

In social situations much like a party or a ball, she likes to be the center of attention and spreading her influence where she can. Those that pay attention to her, she treats fairly well, those that pay no attention to her are ignored but those that badmouth her tend to have things happen to them, There are rumors that she merely enjoys the company of women and that's why she holds many tea parties and attends as many parties as she can when it's not time for school.
* Abilities/Skills: As a noble daughter, Serrica had much education in the domain of proper manners, though admittedly, she has plenty of times where she ignores those lessons when people she dislikes are involved. Sometimes, spending just the right amount of money spent in just the right way can solve those types of problems.

She's also very knowledgeable about the fluctuating prices of the market though a lot of this is due to her knowledge of the game more than any formal training. Once again, the right amount of money in the right place is bound to bring forth a great amount of profit.
* History: Serika was once a girl from a somewhat poor family. While her family did care for her and did what they could, both her parents had to work constantly to keep up with all their debt, leaving Serika by herself most of the time. Through-out elementary school, she was bullied by a few of the other kids and, once she moved on to middle school, started to do the same to others. Over time, she started to bully kids for their money and figured it was her own way to make money, much like the amount of time her parents spent working.

Once in High School, she didn't have any easy targets so she eased on the behavior. Instead, she just felt depressed. She had no friends to the mixture of the bully or be bullied attitude she held towards life and had no real goals towards life besides living. Trying to find her own hope for more in life, she entered a free lottery at a local supermarket where she won a game system and with it an apparently popular game called "Cross Heart Academy". A cursory look at the game made her call it "stupid" but upon actually playing it, she felt herself engrossed with it. Especially in the "Merchant" route of the second half. She learned many of the ins and outs of the game's trading system that she practically was a master at it.

One day at school, she insulted one of the popular girls at school for being a "dumbass". After class, she was accosted by some of the girl's friends before getting into a small scuffle and being pushed down a set of stairs…

The next thing she knew, she woke up in a fancy bed. It took a small amount of time but she quickly realized that she woke up in the body of the character Serrica Haldblum, a character from Cross Heart Academy! Albeit, she was quite small compared to the scenes in the game. Logically, she had time to settle into her own greedy and selfish very of Serrica Francesca Haldblum. A second, selfish lease on life.
* Original Role and Background:
In the original story, Serrica was a kind and graceful noble eldest daughter of the Haldblum Ducal family, which even the royal family couldn't just outright ignore. Serrica herself took part in a couple of different routes, typically as an ally of the Heroine. Most notably in a few routes where she used her status to cover for the Heroine after they became friends.
* Other:

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Elastasia

Ribbon... check. Stockings and shoes... check. Hair neatly brushed (and even years after gaining a second lifetime's worth of memories, the ease with which magic simplified dealing with that still gave her a warm feeling), and not all done at the last second because she'd gotten too wrapped up in a book to remember. For once, Elastasia had managed to prepare for and show up to an event without prompting! Okay, it was also a huge event everyone at the academy was going to, which made it hard to miss, but she could still have ignored all that and missed the ceremony.

But then she would miss seeing Terys on his first day, relegating the younger boy to trying to seek her out somewhere amidst the school. For all his diligence, he didn't know the way around just yet. Besides, she missed the years where they'd see each other daily (even if the her that missed them wasn't the same as the her of now), it'd be a great opportunity to say hello.

Actually listening to the speech, Elastasia wished that she had chosen to skip after all. Not only was it boring and denied her the chance to read, being situated at the back with all the other third-year students meant that she couldn't see anything. Bored face after bored face in every direction, a speech regurgitated by rote to the point she was sure some of the better orators here could copy it verbatim...

It wasn't a fun experience, all in all.

Nor was fighting against the current of people leaving the courtyard, the occasional too-tall boy walking into her and having to make a hasty apology. Really, it was bad enough that by the time she actually got to the first years, the area was half emptied already, and trying to find her also-short brother amidst this sea of giants.

So, she relocated to just outside the entrance instead. Maybe Terys would have better luck finding her.

Hmm... already, there were a few familiar faces, bringing to mind how significant the upcoming year would be. That green-haired mop was undoubtedly the tutorial merchant, liable to run into the heroine soon more often than not. Whether he'd be quite as helpful in reality as in the game was debatable; a few of the individuals she'd met seemed quite distinct from their written personalities--Serrica always stood out as being rather different, for whatever reason.

And there was no way to tell what actual personality Anne would come into the world with. Bland? Exciting? Her looks were Elastasia's type, as generic as they were, but she hoped to avoid any hopeless confessions in her actual life.

[Assistant]
This was really happening, wasn't it?

This was actually real.

At first, when she suddenly remembered everything, she hoped it was some sort of strange dream. Then, when it became clear it wasn't, she hoped that it was some kind of bizarre coincidence and she hadn't actually been reincarnated as the protagonist of an otome game after having previously been a very much male university student. Maybe it was just a coincidentally similar world.

Those hopes were dashed when she entered the school. When she saw the people here. When she set foot in the courtyard.

The entrance ceremony was exactly as she remembered it from the intro to the game.

Matsuoka Ryouji, or rather Anne Marielle as she had been known for the past sixteen years in this world, now found herself standing in the aftermath of the intro to Starveil Academy.

In the world of the otome game Cross Heart Academy.

As its protagonist.

What this meant was hardly lost on her, as she anxiously eyed the crowds around her.

Perhaps being the 'generically cute every girl' would work to her advantage. Nevermind the fact that being a girl in the first place was a tremendously awkward experience(in away she was thankful for those sixteen years she spent without remembering her old life, because that meant that she'd not had an even rougher adjustment period). In the real world, she wouldn't be that noticeable. And this was real now, not an otome game where every guy was destined to notice her.

Surely it would work out differently, right? Even if that entrance ceremony had been identical.

Anne wasn't the type of person who had played this game for guys to fawn over her. If anything, back when she was Matsuoka Ryouji, it was only natural he was much more into some of the female characters. The protagonist herself was cute, albeit deliberately generically so. And there was that one teacher too.

There was no way she wanted to end up marrying some guy.

She wasn't going to pursue any route. This was absolute in her mind. This was a zero route game. She'd think about the other stuff when she had the chance, but the most immediate problem was ensuring none of them would approach her.

It couldn't be hard, right?

Anne sighed inwardly, relieved at her own hopefully-true assumption. That's right. In real life, as long as she made a good, solid rejection, guys like that would let it go, right?

Of course she'd have to be careful, in this world where status mattered so much, but all the protagonist's romance options were at least decent guys, right?

They practically had an ocean of other girls to choose from, too.

Right?

Somehow her optimism was crumbling by the second.

Well, maybe if she made her way out of the courtyard as quickly as possible, to avoid even the slightest chance of a flag raising...

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How sad it was that Serrica Francesca Haldblum had to sit through this boring as hell speech when she could be out and about, doing other things. Planning a new investment project or even speaking to other nobles to try and build more connections. Not that there was anyone that didn't want a connection with her ducal family of course, well, aside a certain ducal heir she could think of. Hah. Regardless, there was... ONE other reason that she was here today. This little opening ceremony heralded the introduction of the Heroine to the school.

Serrica had to ponder that topic inwardly. As if she could mention much to anyone else. She wondered if there were any others in a situation much like hers. No other character seemed to have as much of a personality change as she had. The original Serrica was nice but, in the current one's mind, she was much too nice. She was taken advantage of in Serika's mind, though she had never played one of the routes that focused on the woman. In fact, she had played relatively few routes. An RPG route related to the Prince. Some tactical game from overhead and her favorite, a sim game focused around the market.

Her focus came back to the world at hand as the speech had ended and she pulled her trusty fan out to cover a yawn. "I was afraid such a speech would never end." She sighed, shaking her head a small bit. She had told Lydianna, her maid, to go enjoy herself for a bit. Just because she needed to sit through this audible torture didn't mean the poor maid needed to as well. Besides, she had plenty for the maid to do later. Serrica needed some nice sweet snacks and wonderful tea made.

The student waited a small amount of time for some of the people to clear the area so she could easily push her way past some of the other students that left an impression of her being a small bit rude. That was fine. Even if they thought it, they could not easily voice their opinions. Unless they were powerful enough, of course. Among them the Royal Family could say something, though if they could make her apologize or not was a coin flip in the best of times for them. Besides, most would consider it an honor to be shoved aside by such a beauty.

The thought made her laugh a small bit to herself before turning her attention to those around her. She was looking for some small number of important characters around the room. The Heroine herself who was somewhat... Plainly pretty. As far as she was aware, Serika never really had seen the Heroine in any extravagant hair color or design. No dark red hair or platinum blonde. She didn't land her eyes on the girl. Who else was there? The maid that was employed by Reginold von Afah? Not as far as she could see. Reginald... Well, why would she bother with that. The tutorial guy should be at his shop at this point. There was that student council president, Noctis. Well, for now he didn't matter all too much at the moment. He was fairly high spec as far as the RPG routes went but he offered not much as far as marketable skills mattered.

She followed the crowd a small bit and took a small step aside to get out of the flow. Perhaps she'd visit Cervantes the Merchant and offer to inve-- Serrica's thoughts were cut off as she walked into something or, rather, someone. There was no one eye level so the noble looked down to see one of the things on campus that tended to the cute side. "Oh my, Lady Aquilanne! Pardon my offence of running into you. I had not noticed you as my attention was elsewhere." Lady Elastasia de Aquilanne was another secondary character in the game. She fulfilled a role similar to Serrica's and, if she had heard right, confessed to the Heroine in one of the routes. She was a powerful mage and someone of note that Serrica wanted to turn to her side in the future so it was best not to make an enemy out of her now. "I'll assume you are well?" She asked, looking over the short upperclassman.


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

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

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

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

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

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

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Taking the glass of water offered she took a sip only to realise how thirsty she had been, draining the cup quickly she hadn't noticed how dry her mouth was, but she doubted she had been able to drink much before now. Holding the glass in her hands she could feel the burning sensation to her side reminding her of the wound and she was certain no hospital had been involved, not when she felt this tender to the pain, and she had been lucky enough to receive care at the top-notch hospitals they had here in the Capital. Cas was safe, but not here. Could she blame him? The way she had left him had been cruel. Maybe he had already move on and didn't care for her now and that was why she was in Jacob's condo, not the palace and not a hospital but it still left the question as to why Jacob had saved her of all people.

How did they know where she was? It wasn't a coincidence that Jacob had saved her of all people, but she doubted he had kept an eye on her movements when leaving the Capital before. Iris knew that Ethan had been texting Cas, winding him up even though he had promised that he would leave him alone because she had returned to the districts to him. It had been stupid of her, but she had hoped that it would mean Cas could focus on the more important stuff, like running the kingdom. Yet, she had been saved. Maybe Cas wasn't angry with her? But he wasn't here so maybe he just didn't want her life on his conscious?

"Dead…" Repeating the words to herself, confirming for herself that Ethan was dead and wouldn't be there to harm her or Cas anymore. His vengeance had been somewhat personal, poisoning those around him making them believe it was for the rebellion. It wasn't over, sure Ethan was dead, but the rebellion wasn't and now she didn't have any insight on what could potentially harm the new King, but they now knew of a potential weakness in the fact that the King would send a strike team out for a hostage. "He shouldn't have sent anyone… you shouldn't have saved me."

Without thinking her hand went to her side pressing the white fabric into the wound and she felt a wetness beneath it, pulling it back to reveal blood underneath. "I can't stay here." Whispering more to herself than anything, she couldn't be here in Jacobs condo regardless on if she needed to heal or not. Sighing it was all too much, the pain in her side wasn't helping her think straight either and she didn't feel comfortable asking for pain relief. Rest would be good, but she wasn't comfortable in the slightest. "Is Cas mad at me?" It was the only explanation she could think of, and it made sense as to why he wasn't here. Glancing back at Jacob as he looked to leave so she could rest, not that she wanted too. Being left to her own thoughts wasn't what she wanted in the slightest, but she doubted Jacob wanted to stick around.

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At Iris's quiet objection to Caspian's role in her rescue, Jacob stood beside the bed with pursed lips. "No, he shouldn't have," he agreed after a moment, though there was no anger in his voice. The statement was made just as calmly as if he'd agreed that chocolate cake was better than vanilla. Maybe it was harsh to say so, but she wasn't wrong in her assessment. Ethan had used her to bait the king out and exploit his weaknesses, and his plan had worked. Now, as the head of security, he was going to have to double down on his efforts to ensure it didn't happen again, and there was a chance that Caspian had lost favor in the eyes of the military members who knew about the strike team to rescue one politically unimportant girl. The whole campaign had been a mistake.

"But he did."

Sliding his hands into his pockets, Jacob concluded his thought in the same casual manner with which he'd spoken the first half. No matter what he thought about it all, he knew his king wouldn't have had it any other way. Plus, he had seen the video Ethan had sent for himself. He'd only gotten a taste of the rage Caspian must have felt, and it had been enough to push him over the edge to obey the order to assemble the soldiers. "And I don't regret saving you," he added with a frown. "What Ethan did to you just to provoke King Caspian… it was abhorrent. I'm glad you're away from him now."

Watching Iris inspect the wound in her side, he hovered for a little while longer. She didn't look like she was going to lay back down yet, and he didn't want to walk out and leave her alone to hurt herself unintentionally. When she whispered, he shook his head. "There is nowhere else for you to stay in the capital, and I'm not going to release you back into the districts in that condition," he said firmly. "Until you're well enough to be on your own and no longer at risk of infection, you need to stay here."

The question she asked next was a touchier subject, and the guard shifted his weight slightly as he considered how best to answer it. "No," he said after another pause, lifting his gaze from the corner of the bed to the former rebel's eyes. "The king believes Ethan kidnapped you from the capital. He isn't aware you left of your own volition, which is part of the reason why he organized a rescue team. However… he also doesn't know you're still alive."

Studying her carefully, he explained: "When my team found you, you were barely clinging to life. I wasn't even sure if you would last the next hour. If King Caspian found out the condition you were in, I knew he would do everything in his power to bring you back to health... but he would also be so worried about keeping you alive that he would lose sight of his other duties as the ruler of Aspiria, so I made the decision to bring you back here quietly—without his knowledge."

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"I should have known better, he promised to leave well alone with the Capital and Cas if I returned, but… well." Sighing softly at the realization it had ultimately been her own fault for believing he would honour his promise. It hadn't been the first broken one he'd made, nor would it have been the last. Except now he was dead, so it would be the last promise he could break. Frowning as she heard him admit that he didn't regret saving her she had to wonder why, he had no personal relations to her. Sure, there was Cas, but that wasn't enough. Yet, this was now the second time he had saved her.

"Twice you have saved me now. I'm building up a debt I can't repay." Iris winced at his next words, there was nowhere else for her to stay. That and he planned on releasing her back to the districts, but only when she was well enough. Which by the looks of it was going to be a while before she'd be up on her feet. Curling her hand into a fist to hide the blood from pressing her wound she watched him shift his weight, this time meeting her gaze. Moments later she felt her heart drop upon learning that Cas thought she was dead.

"Dead?" At first, she sounded outraged because Cas had lost so much lately to death. The first being his father and now he thought she was dead? Trying to move herself she couldn't help the whimper leaving her lips still tender and sore for the wound, it wasn't her best idea to try and move but she soon stopped finding it taxing on herself. Whether or not she agreed with the fact he had told Cassian she was dead she couldn't leave his place and go tell him herself, she wasn't ready for that.

"Why bother going to all this trouble? If you'd have walked away, I'd have died ending the problem. What's to say I now won't tell him about the lie?" It was plausible enough, when healed even if returned to the Capital she could find a way to get his number again. Deep down it was for the best, initially she had wanted him to focus on being a ruler knowing she would only bring him down. Sighing again he was right; it was probably better this way.

"I'm sorry…" Looking back up at Jacob she knew he had the Kings best interest at heart, after all he had agreed to sneaking her back into the districts because he knew how distracted Cas was over her. "It's probably for the best this way…" It hurt to say, she had been ready to accept her death but then she'd be free of the guilt and upset lying to Cas because she would have been dead. Even if the decision was the right one, it didn't stop her from hurting at the thought because she was certain he would blame himself for not knowing sooner. Especially if he now believed she had hadn't left on her on accord.

Settling back down on the bed she felt exhausted, energy spent from her little outburst and trying to move. It would be wise to rest, there was nothing else to be gained right now and she couldn't exactly run. "I might get some more rest if that's okay?" She doubted he would mind, he probably had a bunch of things to be doing than babysitting her right now.

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"I don't need repayment for following orders," Jacob said simply, folding his arms across the t-shirt he was wearing. "My king asked me to rescue you, so I did. That's all there is to it." Technically. Caspian had been the one to assemble the strike team and assign him to lead it, but seeing the video from Ethan and watching her nearly die in the house had been the deciding factors in the rest of his actions. In fact, he was disobeying his liege by harboring her in his condo, risking the loss of his job and even a potential prison sentence for keeping this secret from the Aspirian ruler. He never would have asked or expected a common girl from the districts to repay him for that though. She had nothing while he had everything he wanted out of life as a respected capital citizen and leader of the monarchy's elite security team.

The anger in Iris's voice didn't faze the guard when she reacted to his announcement that Caspian thought she was dead. Holding her gaze unflinchingly, he just stayed where he was, leaving her to process the news however she needed to until she asked him why he was going to so much trouble for her sake. "Honestly? Spite," he replied with a half-smirk on his lips. "I didn't want to give Ethan the satisfaction of taking you with him when he died, and…" he trailed off, averting his gaze to look out the window with a shrug of his shoulders. "I suppose you could also say that I care when I see someone get hurt who didn't deserve to be."

He didn't care to elaborate more than that though, so he turned back to her again when she mentioned telling Caspian she was still alive. "I know you won't, because you know just as well as I do that it's for the best that you two never see each other again." Once again, he was blunt with her, but he'd never been the type to beat around the bush. Holding her eyes without wavering, he watched the emotions flicker across her face as the initial burst of anger faded. She might not have been capital-born, but he could tell she was a smart girl. Given time to think and process, he trusted her to make the right decision. She had been a brief chapter in the king's life that needed to come to a close, both for their sakes and for that of the country. He wouldn't be changing his mind about that.

Their conversation seemed to be draining on her, and he wanted her to recover as quickly as possible, so when she requested to get some more rest, he nodded. "Please do." Turning to the door, he took a few steps away from her and only glanced over his shoulder once more as he took the knob in his hand. "I need to check in with my men at the palace, but I left a sheet with a number you can call if you need something. First aid supplies are in the washroom, and food is in the kitchen if you have an appetite. Just try not to move around too much while I'm gone."


[System]
Quote: "There's nothing for me to do but to walk straight, walk right."
Age: 23

Gender: Male

Height: 6'1"

Weight: 175 lbs

Ethnicity: White

Sexuality: Straight

Religion: Agnostic

Occupation: animal rehabilitator

Ability: Biological Manipulation - Jack has the capability to control life on a cellular level, including but not limited to, genetic alterations and physical distortion and/or augmentations of biological functions. He also has the capability to cause cells to augment to induce advanced or declined biological healing, induce diseases like cancer, induce appearance alteration, manipulate pheromones, and even increase physiological maturity.

Personality: Jack is a happy character and tries to see the good in everybody. He's very patient and understanding. He's also very care free and lives day to day. Lover of the earth and animals, and avid smoker of the chronic. Jack doesn't get angered very easily, but when he does he's a force to be reckoned with. He is either peaceful or furious there is no middle ground.

Background: Growing up, Jack and his family were not well of in terms of money. His mother got by but just barely. In school he would always have low grades until the very end of the school year, then he would always finish with a GPA of 3.5 or better. Nothing special ever happened in Jacks life, it was a very average life to live. He had a few close friends he would spend time with, he would occasionally drink, but often smoked. Nothing out of the ordinary happened to him until his 21st birthday. Being his 21st birthday he had a big birthday bash, plenty of weed and alcohol for all. After having many drinks he decided it was time to play five finger fillet. He grabbed a kitchen knife and gathered people around and began while singing the new song that had become all the craze. Once things started speeding up he lost control and stabbed one of his fingers. There was a small panic at first but Jack quickly reassured every one that it was just a cut and everything was fine. He bandaged himself up and went on as though nothing had happened, the party continued. The next morning he woke up to find that there was no wound from the previous night. This is when Jacks normal life became interesting. Knowing full well he should have had a gash from that knife he immediately went to google for help. At first he thought he just was able to heal incredibly fast. Super human in fact. Jack tested himself to see if this was the case. He would cut himself on his upper arms to see how fast he could heal. As time passed he learned he could do so much more than heal. He figured out that he could change his body in a way that nobody else could. He could change features of his face, colors of his hair and eyes. It was then that he figured out he could manipulate his own biology. Once he figured this out he really started to progress. Being a fan of video games he knew of someone who could do the same thing as he could. He used this for reference when testing his powers for manipulating his body. This power gave him the mind set that he could finally make a difference in this world. And that's what he was going to do.

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Matteus Suomalainen
The Viper Pit car shop

The shop was buzzing with action today. Matteus's crew were busy working at two cars that needed to be done fast. One tomorow, the other two days from now. Matteus was in the office not doing anything important. He was sitting on the seat, looking at the TV and watching the news regarding the tragic death of Claire Bennett. He wasn't particulary happy about that despite hating her for exposing EVO's to the world. As he was paying attention to the news on TV Wesley comes inside with a satisfied look on his face. Matteus noticed him and turned around while still on the chair.

"Hey Matty listen up, remember that guy that the police interogated last week regarding your girlfriend?" Asked Wesley while gesticulating.

"The owner of that black Chevy Impala that Sarah was dragged in?" Said Matteus, responding to Wesley's question with another question.

"Yup, that guy. I got his address just like you asked. Whathaya say we pay him a visit and see if we can squeeze more information from him, prefferably the truth. Because my instinct's telling me that guy is a big fat lier." Responded Wesley.

"Yeah, whatever you say." Matteus said with a rather uninterested tone.

"What's wrong with you? Who knocked the wind out of your sails?"

"Haven't you watched the news today?"

"Not really! Was I supposed to?"

"Claire Bennett was just shot in the head on live television while giving a speech."

"Oh my God! You gotta be kidding me. And what are you so sad about? I thought you hated her." Asked Wesley shocked by the news and surprised by Matteus's surprising sadness regarding the subject.

"Yes, and I still do. But from that to wanting her dead is a long way. And besides that...this incident can become a very dangerous precedent." Said Matteus, visibly concerned about the whole thing while Wesley was struggling to find his words.

"Sooo, are we going after that guy or not?"

"Yes! I have a feeling he knows more then he wants us to think." Said Matteus as both he and Wesley got out of the office and out of the car shop.

"Mine or yours?" Asked Wesley obviously reffering to whose car they take.

"Well you're the one that knows the address so lead the way my long braided friend." Said Matteus pointing towards Wesley's car, an orange, customized, 1969 Pontiac GTO that he was using for both street racing and regular everyday driving. Matteus got on the passenger seat while Wesley started the car and drove away to the guy's address.

[Assistant]
Jennifer Henderson
Los Angeles California

Jennifer nodded her head before walking briskly to the bedroom. She needed to put on some clothes, even if walking around the house naked made her feel free. Jennifer picked out a pair of denim shorts and a white with "Young and Reckless" written stylishly across it in pink. She didn't really care how she looked, because her clothes would be gone the second she used her ability. Sometimes she wished she could somehow get her clothes to convert like her body could, but she figured that wouldn't make any sense. This was the thrill she needed. She turned on the television and figured she'd watch something on Netflix till Noah arrived.

"The Office should be good." It was a comedy that she and her husband often watched together when they had the chance. Jennifer couldn't relate to it, but she always found it great to see Michael enjoy it so much.
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Michael Henderson
Olympus Testing Facility; Medical Wing

Michael stared at the door of the room he was pushed out of before he saw three other medical personnel heading to the room with a stretcher. They looked at Michael as if he was out of place.

Am I supposed to just continue working?

With the door now open, Michael watched the three who had just entered lift the lifeless body of the doctor onto the stretcher. Michael couldn't believe the man was dead. Everything had happened so fast... He looked at the security personnel who were looking down at the now sleeping patient.

"We gotta radio this in." One of the men said.

"Stross is gonna be pissed. The geezer was the head of the medical wing.

"He's replaceable..." The man who seemed a lot colder than his partner looked at Michael who seemed pretty lost to the situation. "You! Tell us what went down in here."

Michael entered the room and sighed before speaking.

"I came in here to assist the doctor... While his back was turned the Evo grabbed him and..." Michael turned to the stretcher making its way out with the deceased doctor on it. "Did that to him. Then I pressed the button on the wall." Michael lied to keep himself safe.

"Well shit. I guess the doc should have used more sedatives like he's supposed to. If your good, continue your work. Mr Stross may want to have a word with you about this incident." The man said before grabbing his radio to get ready to report what had happened.

"All channels, all channels, this is Officer Sykes. We have a Code Black in the medical wing involving Dr. Lorenz..." That was all Michael heard as he exited the room and headed to the next. What had he gotten himself into...

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Having Ditched the General's Car at the Colorado Bus station, Alexander had taken the Dash apart, removing the GPS device, he rigged it up to run on a battery. then he'd attached it to a departing bus.. or Five departing buses.. he'd created five identical signals, all going in different directions. with a smile on his face, and some quick fingers on his tablet, he had a bus ticket printed out, straight from the bus database.. "here you go" holding the ticket to the driver, who checked it. "alright, get on" handing it back and Alexander climbed up, and sat down in a seat. "Las Vegas.. should be fun!" he said to himself.

 Turns out, Las Vegas was fun, to much fun.. the City of Lights was not a place for someone like him, not at all.. damn near everything was ran Electronically, and it called to him, the whole city sang to him in a way that only he could hear. yes, he'd learned at the base to ignore the "song" of the devices, but in a city like Vegas, it was impossible and he became lost. with his shoulder bag with him, he'd first entered an casino, a fake id was no problem for him, though he was using his printer to much, it didn't have limitless supplies. with the ID he'd first found the slots, the lovely slots. their song was the sweetest and he was instantly hooked. taking a whole isle, he stood and stared, letting his power work directly, with no tricky device or gadget. time slowed down as his brain kicked into overdrive as the machine's lovely digital song spoke to him, and he to it. in his eyes, a holographic representation formed and he began disassembling it, learning each and every piece and what it did, why it did what it did, how it was programmed. his eyes were moving fast to anyone that looked. and in a matter of seconds, though to him it had been minutes he knew how the slot machines worked... a little to well, as he blinked, and every slot machine in a twenty foot radius engaged, the dials spinning, shocked those that were sitting in front of a slot machine, as the lever wasn't pulled, but when the lucky sevens hit on every single one, and quarters began falling, all hell broke loose.. needless to say, he left that casino, but know he knew all he needed to about slot machines, and his mind was already working out a way to improve it in every aspect. that wasn't all the trouble to hit Vegas, following him a wake of trouble followed.. Atm's spitting out money, big slot machines with cars for prizes, going off, along with the police reports of an individual. a young male, being seen dismantling things in various locations all over the strip or being involved in drunken altercations. after a week of that straight, he boarded another bus, looking tired, he crashed, clutching his bag as he was driven to LA.

Getting off the bus, he groaned as he stretched. opening his pack, he rummaged around til he found the rolls of hundreds, fifties and twenties he had in the bottom.. he learned in Vegas money was a necessity, on the base he got whatever he wanted, in the real world it didn't work like that. taking out the roll of twenties, he looked around for a place to eat at, he was hungry and thirsty.. not knowing that his escapade in Vegas had made more then local news.

[Assistant]
Jack Harper, Los Angeles apartment

Jack looked down at his bowl of frosted flakes, then to an open letter next to his bowl. A lot of bad shit was happening ever since the world found out that some people were... Different. Ever since Jack had discovered he was special he knew he had to keep low and develop his abilities. So far he had done a good job hiding from the world, but last week he received this letter telling him he needed to come in and get his blood checked. Ever since he got the letter he had been working on changing his DNA to read up normal on the test. He was nervous because he had no way of testing it at home. Today was the last day he had to go in and get tested, he was leaving right after he finished his cereal. He took his last bites then grabbed his letter and left.

As he drove to the address he thought about what might happen if he wasn't able to change his DNA, and what he might have to do to ensure his freedom. Random thoughts of escape plans ran through his head when he heard a ladies voice speak.

"Turn right in 500 yards and your destination will be on the left." He looked down at his phone in the seat next to him and closed the GPS, he could find it from there. As he walked into the building he looked around. It just seemed like a medical facility, nothing too intimidating. There were a few people rushing down one of the halls, it made him wonder what had happened. He walked up to the front desk to check in.

"Hello, I'm Jack Harper, I'm here to get my blood tested, prove I'm just your every day human heh" The lady behind the counter didn't look amused. She handed him some papers to fill out and told him he would be called back for testing in a moment. He filled out the papers and soon enough he heard his name called. He followed a cute girl to the back where they would test his blood.

"So we'll just give you a little prick, take some of your blood and run it through the machine over here and then we'll know whether you're normal or not." the nurse said. These last words disgusted him. Normal? What is normal, and who's to decide what is normal and what is not? He hid his disgust and put on a fake smile, nodding to show he was ready. The nurse pricked his finger then took a small amount of blood then went over to the machine. Once she placed it in the machine, Jack stared intently at it. For a moment it remained red, and his heart skipped a beat. Then it began to change blue, meaning it had worked.

"It looks like you're all clear" The nurse said as she started throwing away used materials. "You're good to go Mr. Harper, just make sure to sign out at the front desk."

Jack left the room and made his way to the front desk to sign out and be on his way. Now that they thought he was normal he could continue to progress unnoticed.


[System]
Gender: Male

Age (14-16): 16

Appearance (include height and weight): Kiyoshi weighs in at 116 pounds, and is measured as 6 feet tall. There's nothing too discernable about his appearance. His skin isn't too pale or too tan, his hair isn't dark or light brown, except for his eyes. His green eyes have a haunted, soulful look behind them. He typically wears black, ordinary clothing, such as t-shirts or jeans. If it's a special occasion, maybe a black dress shirt. If you look into his emerald eyes, you'd see a haunted, soulful gaze staring back at you.

 He did request holes for his fingers simply so he can knock people out easier.

Personality: Kiyoshi is a quiet boy, one who you'd see reading in the corner and never think twice about. He is very calm, but if you enrage him he may take to fists instead of words. He can seem depressed one second, then happy the next. He doesn't talk about his feelings or thoughts much, unless he is speaking with someone he holds dear or a friend he trusts. Either way, he's quite a strange fellow, and his actions reflect that more than his words.

Quirk: Sleep Inducement: Kiyoshi can make anyone fall asleep with a touch. It requires him to have skin on skin contact with that person. He typically has extra energy stored in his body, so he can also go a long while without falling asleep. About 72 hours before feeling slight fatigue, and only if he doesn't make someone fall asleep within that time.

Quirk Flaws (Are permanent and cannot be bypassed): Sometimes he's not even aware he's setting someone to sleep, but most of the time he can control it. When he knocks out someone or something large, it will weaken him. If someone's quirk makes them more resistant to damage or attacks, then it will apply the same way.

Quirk Limitations (That can be worked on and improved): Kiyoshi is working on being able to make a short beam of concentrated power than he can use to set people to sleep without touching them. The beam at the moment is about two feet long. Liyoshi will be very tired and drained after making more than 8 people fall asleep at a time.

Skills: Kiyoshi uses a unique type of brawling, one he's perfected after many years spent with a punching bag in the basement. He is also very fast due to needing the speed to catch people off guard. However, he is miserable with any projectiles or guns. He can't aim for anything.

[User]
"Ah, we're all gonna do some intense push ups.
"Wait, their gym suit isn't yellow?
"Yep, not yellow.
"But I like yellow.
"Ah, whatever."
Mycel walked out of the male locker room in his gym suit, swaying his arms back and forth as he walked with his torso swaying left to right. He slightly cocked his head with each sentence asif trying to make the conversation with himself a bit more 'realistic'. He scanned the gym, one eye small, one eye wide, spotting the girl he saw back at the cafeteria, and two other boys. Scratching his chin, Mycel came up with the most logical decision his mad mind could make.
He walked up to a space where he was neither too far nor too close(which was pretty hard to calculate for him) and sat on the floor.

[Assistant]
Charles

 Charles would raise a brow at how Koharu was acting not understanding that his appearance was causing her behavior. He would give her a smile and say "Just fine... but are you sure your alright? you seem to be acting bit strange" he states to her before getting slightly distracted looking at the two other dudes walking in, one of them handing in a note meaning it was a new transfer it seems. Charles would turn his head sideways wondering where he transferred from but then just shrugs and returns his attention to Koharu trying to make small talk as he waited for class.

[User]
Edith somehow manages to to find the most awkward and inefficient way to get changed, only managing to struggle her way into her gym outfit seveveral minutes later. Coming out of the changing room Edith notices Koharu in conversation, so instead decides to walk over to Mycel where she collapses onto the floor next to him. Trying her best at small talk, Edith pokes Mycel.

"This uniform is comfortable."

[Assistant]
Noru Nanbu

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Noru somehow managed to get out after Edith had. He had his hands In his pockets and a new necklace with a grasshopper in stuck in amber. He saw that no one had noticed him yet and decided to use 'Assistant style: Not getting Noticed by the audience Jutsu!' He slowly snuck behind where Edith and Mycel was sitting and then he sat behind them careful not to make a noise.

"WELL, They are just fine."

The trickster raised his voice for the first part just for the scare factor and then gave his two cents on the uniforms.

[User]
Mycel was mindlessly sitting on the floor, staring into nowhere, until Edith collapsed next to him and poked him. He froze for a moment and slowly turned his head towards Edith.
"Yes, it's supposed to be gym clothes after all."
He answered her, with a shrug.
"We can't run around or do backflips or something wearing something like a suit or skirt, can we?"
He added, his hand circling around as always.

[Assistant]
Koharu nodded furiously at Charles, "Yes I'm fine, very fine. I'm fine." She was speaking really quickly and her cheeks were pink. Focus Koharu! Yes he's cute but you gotta calm down! she took a deep breath then looked at Charles she seemed a little more composed. "Y-yeah. I'm fine, sorry I'm honestly not used to talking to so many people." She said fairly quietly her tone fell a little flat at the end. Despite that she gave Charles a quirky smile and the pink in her cheeks was evident.

Celia Skink

Celia watched the students mingle and she smirked, she did love watching students get to know each other. It was a important step in their carrier, they might have to work with these people later in life. After all the hero business was indeed getting smaller. So teamwork was even more important than it used to be, Celia remembered when she met Jerome at school. She'd have to tell these students about it some time.

Celia took one last look around and decided to start the class, she wasn't really bothered by late comers. "Alright kids. Lets get started. My name is Celia Skink, I'm your sports teacher. Now Jerome probably got you to do some physical tests yesterday and then didn't tell you he was looking for how much you relied on your quirk. I'm here to see what the limit of you quirk is. We'll be getting a baseline today, and see how you improve over the years. So. Who wants to go first?" Celia stood there with her arms crossed looking over all the students.

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Kiyoshi

 "So. Who wants to go first?" Kiyoshi carefully marked where he was in his book and yawned. He stood up, making sure to keep his expression composed, calm, and nonchalant. "I'll go first." Insomniac. Gotta give the name meaning, gotta give it worth. A small smile curled his lips. "I'd be glad to." He stretched, excited for the challenge. Hopefully by testing limits, the teacher meant sparring. Kiyoshi didn't practice for nothing. Even if they didn't, at least he'd be ahead of the game. Assuming the others didn't practice fighting like he did. Hm. This was getting more complicated than he'd first anticipated. Forget it. He should just focus on doing his best. And, if he could, make a show out of it. Then again, he made a spectacle out of everything.

[Assistant]
Charles

 Charles would chuckle some at Koharu giving her a goofy but surprising and unintended cute smile. "is that so, then I'm sorry for adding to those troubles" he would say to her as he brought his hand up and patted top of her head then he'd bring his hand back to his side as he turned towards the teacher, he'd raise a brow as she spoke about Jerome, it didn't make much sense to him there since that was the first time they was even allowed to let lose, so of course they was going to use their quirks. He'd just shrug at that and look towards Kiyoshi as he stood saying he'd go first, this caused Charles to raise a brow 'so the new kid is taking up the bat.. well be good to see what he can do' he thought to him self as he decided to watch.

[User]
Edith nods in agreement with Noru and Mycel, before averting her gaze towards Kiyoshi as he offers to be the first to show off his powers. A giddy feeling rises in her as she thinks about how great this lesson is going to be and she begins to slowly rock back and forth hugging her knees.

"This is gonna be fun. This is gonna be fun. This is gonna be fun. This is gonna be fun. This is gonna be fun. This is gonna be fun. This is gonna be fun. This is gonna be fun. This is gonna be fun. This is gonna be fun. This is gonna be fun. This is gonna be fun. This is gonna be fun. This is gonna be fun. This is gonna be fun. This is gonna be fun..."

[Assistant] Some of the classmates may notice a classmate with wings and horns was now in their midst (and it was a different one). She had short white hair, white wings and her horns were curly like those of a sheep or ram. She was also wearing glasses. She had not tried to sneak in, but neither had she made a scene by running in loudly and apologising for being late. Instead, she had calmly and confidently walked straight in and hoped that none of the teachers would notice enough to reprimand her for tardiness. She wasn't usually late, but one of the new General Studies students needed help finding their class and Sora had gone out of her way to guide them to it. She really, really didn't want to bring this up if she didn't have to. There was a difference between being good, and being a goodie-two-shoes, and that difference was often as little as people knowing about your actions or not knowing.

[User] After walking for what seemed like ages, he finally came across the school. "This is the place, no doubt about it." He then entered the school while reading his note saying he would be in class 1-A. He reached the classroom and opened the doors only to reveal nobody there. "What the-? Where is everybody?" He asked a teacher that was walking past about where his class had gone and had been told they were in the gym. " Oh crap. I'm late!" He then quickly rushed over to the gym room and quickly grabbed his gym uniform, went to go change and joined up with everyone else. He quietly said to himself "Damn. I probably made myself look like an idiot showing up late like this. Ughh."

[Assistant] Kari made it to the gym, shyly rubbing her arm. She had made it to the gym a little late, hopefully she didn't miss to much. Earlier, she had some rather disturbing news from her mother and she had to tend to it. Hopefully,everything would be ok on her end. Although her mother said it would be ok, she had a feeling it wasn't. It was a big possibility that she said that so Kari would focus on school. But how could she when her family might be in troblue. Kari shook the feeling from her head and took a seat on a bench, thinking to get self

[User]
Noru Nanbu

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Noru grinned as he leaned back, waiting to see what would happen. Which would no doubt be, extremely useful in his case and his power that can be whatever he wanted it to be, though he had to question should he just explain his stupidly overpowered Quirk or just leave it a mystery for the fun of it.

[Assistant]
Mycel joined Edith's chanting, swaying left and right. He added a bit of chorus by chanting a note higher.
"This is gonna be fun, this is gonna be fun, this is gonna be fun, this is gonna be fun, this is gonna be fun, this is gonna be fun, this is gonna be fun, this is gonna be fun, this is gonna be fun..."
Then, he turned to the kid who volunteered-who had volunteered to go first, and shrugged. Bold enough to go first and show their quirk.
"I can't sit here then, can I?"
Mycel muttered to himself.
"I call second!"
He said, waving his arm up in the air.

[User]
Koharu let out a squeak as Charles pat her on the head, the sound was quickly stifled as she felt herself absorb some of Charles. She shivered as she felt his moisture go through her hair and into her head. A tear would have come to her eye if it could, she was terrified. She had just sucked up a piece of someone, she quickly scooted away from Charles, she remained quiet. She wasn't fully sure how it happened but she didn't want it to happen again. She looked up at the teacher and student who volunteered to show off his quirk first. She was shaken but Charles seemed fine, so maybe it wasn't as bad as she thought it was. Or maybe it was far worse and he just hadn't noticed.

Celia Skink

Celia looked over all the students even the new arrivals, then she focused back on Kiyoshi. "Well whenever you are ready to go. Oh wait do you need a target or something? Or maybe you need an object to hit or move or something? Well I guess if you do just warn me first before you hit me yeah? I can't lawfully let you use your quirk on another student in this class, I haven't signed the paperwork yet..." Her tone feel flat at the end as she knew she'd said to much. She hoped none of the kids cared and just continued on looking at Kiyoshi like she'd not said anything compromising.

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Kiyoshi
Insomniac

 Kiyoshi noticed two newcomers enter the gym. What looked to be a horned-sheep-girl, and a relatively normal boy."Well I guess if you do just warn me first before you hit me yeah?" Kiyoshi grinned, and walked up to the teacher. "I suppose I should introduce myself. I am Kiyoshi." He began shaking her hand, before a coy smile flashed across his face, and he surged his power to where he was touching her hand. He didn't even wait for her to crumple to the ground before he removed his hand. It had barely made him tired, simply because he only intended to knock her out for a minute tops. "I knock people out." He decided to fib a bit, just so he could get a wee bit of an edge. "I don't have to touch someone to knock them out." He looked around. "I'm open to any sparring. But please, don't test me." Kiyoshi winked. He stretched a bit, looked around once more, gazing into the face of each and every person he would be working with for the next couple of years, and sat down. He picked up his book once more, and resumed reading. "Oh, right. The instructor is going to be out for about a minute."


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

Profession: Drug dealer

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then the apocalypse happened.

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The Beast came to a stop just outside the gate of the Ramona Self storage on the corner of 12th an B street. Tina had to giggle over that one because to name a street required that some political party or group wanted to remember someone or kiss someone's arse but this town was so off the path it was forgotten.

She didn't just jump out of Beast chosing instead to study her surroundings for the creepers. After she saw she was at least briefly alone she jumped out an went to the gate and studied it for a few moments. It was a typical electric rolling security gate and because this was a small town lacking in any safety features to prevent clever thieves entry.

Fetching the required tools took only a moment but sweeping her surroundings once more took about ten minutes. Though she'd never thought of herself as a clever thief Tina realized that her training as a mechanical engineer made her a pretty good one.

So after disconnecting the roller gate from the chain drive it just took muscle to push the gate open. Then she drove the Beast inside an parked it among boats, campers an RVs.

Then once that was done Tina was back at the gate and rolling it closed and rescuing it in her methodical manner that hated leaving anything mechanical undone.

~Well time to walk the ground~ she thought as she pulled a Dragon Slayer from the cab.

She checked it's pressure tank an topped it off before shutting down the Beast. She'd only ever used the .50 caliber air rifle to plink but thought here was a chance to see if it were hype or truth that the air powered monster could bring down a pig. She didn't have to wait long before she encountered Walter the creep caretaker of the self storage lot.

"Pop!" went the big bore BB gun and pop went Walter's head. Tina went to inspect her work and other than being just a took grossed out that she had just shot what was formerly a man she was pleased with the results.

The Pyramyd Air people had built an impressive weapon an though lacking in range it made up for it by virtue of it's low report signature which reminded Tina of a champagne cork. The heavy slug was devastating in it's damage displaying enormous hydrostatic shock by nearly caving in Walter's skull.

It took Tina nearly 45minutes to walk the grounds of the Self Storage before she was satisfied that after dropping two more creepers an finding a small car doors open and a ravaged woman's corpse which for good measure an peace of mind Tina shot in the head.

She returned to the Beast cranking it once more to recharge the Slayer's air from the PTO air compressor. Then she shut down the big blue Silverado and drug out a few things from the trailer.

She went back to the office slash upper story caretaker's apartment and use a pair of bolt cutters to liberate a 30' extension ladder which she carried back to the parking storage an set it against the two story storage building that overlooked the vehicles an boats waiting for owners that would likely never show. She climbed to the roof of the two story then drug the ladder on top with her an made cold camp, no fire, no light and only a sleeping bag.

She thought about her family back in Georgia an wished she were with them knowing that among them she'd sleep safely on Arrowhead point. It was hell being alone in a world where everything wanted to harm you and she didn't just think about the creepers. No there were living an breathing vermin out there she was sure and they'd think nothing about taking whatever she let them take and that was an intolerable thought.

~If they want what's mine they'll pay in blood an pain~ thought the young woman alone on a roof in a small town thousands of miles from home.

Henri decided to not move any farther in the coming darkness and quickly found three suitable trees to erect his tent from. It was bought last year when her was filming the bears in Sitka Alaska because it's unique construction suspended it as high as the user felt comfortable and called a Sky Tent

It had done excellent service for him in Alaska keeping him out of the reach of the brown bears and here it would afford him a peaceful nights sleep 6 meters off the ground once he pulled up the ladder after him.

Once safe above it all Henri gave some thought to his situation as he ate an energy bar an sipped water.

He had shelter but limited food and water resources. He was alone which while something he could mentally handle from a survival stand point was problematic. He knew nothing of his situation as far as the habits and patterns of these former people now turned nightmare. Everything held a pattern or held habits and to know theirs increased his chances.

So far he'd discovered they were persistent but slow, they couldn't climb and their intelligence was somewhat like driver ants which compelled them to move in marches sweeping up the unlucky caught in their path.

Tomorrow Henri decided he'd go on a scouting mission where he could find a position to set up an observation post. And while he was out he'd procure food and water and other supplies.

So after finishing his meal the Lanky Canuk lay back under the stars and fell to sleep.

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Nikki Hyatt

Nikki watched the McGarth bunch and her mind was already kicking her ass. She was going to have to watch this group. She could already tell they were not your average family. "Shit" Nikki said to herself when Haru brought Clara to her by the door. Nikki nodded and Matt let him in, "She needs medical attention, she is not bitten take her to the nurse's office and see what you can do with the supplies in there." Matt nodded at Nikki.

Nikki watched as the other thugs left and some stayed just inside the gates on guard duty. Interesting how he managed to weasel his way out of getting rid of them all. She expected more and more refugees from the surrounding areas. The school was sound and very very solid. It was an ideal place for one to go if they needed shelter. Nikki followed the five inside and she locked the door back as she took one more look outside.

Interrupting the conversation that Felix and Jenna had started the night before apparently, she said, "Jenna, can you and Felix go to every classroom and break into the teachers desks and cabinets. We are looking for food and medical supplies. Bring everything you find to the cafeteria. I'm going to see what we have in there next."

Jenna nodded. "On our way." She grabbed up her crowbar and waited for Felix. "I was on vacation from my job. It makes me travel all over so I was enjoying staying home for once."

Matt was standing in the nurse's office and Nikki waved him over to her. "Watch that group, I don't trust any of them. They are a violent bunch but they are a family so I am hoping that will keep them on our side. Set them up with classrooms 2 or 3 classrooms on the first floor together but further from Kat and our rooms. If they are too loud we will never get Grace to sleep. I'm going to the cafeteria to see how it is in there and try and get it set up as best as we can."

Matt grinned. "You know sis, you should have been the one in the military." Nikki genuinely laughed at her brother's way of saying she was bossy. "Nah! Why would I do that? You can't dance and I can still take your ass down!" Happy laughter got other people looking at them.

She turned and headed towards the cafeteria. Once she got there she was surprised to find that the freezer had some stuff n it. Some of it was freezer burnt but some of it wasn't. There was enough flour to make 1000 loaves of bread. The pantry held boxed or canned goods that were bought in bulk so a can of corn would feed 20 starving people just corn. There was a lot of some things and not a lot of others. She looked and looked and she found it. "Jackpot" The pantry also contained a huge supply of powdered milk.

Angel@thehangedman@lpfan@dark light@darcs@Aintitfun1997@Belle@rumikoohara

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(Adah + Levi + Darius)

 "Yeahhh.... I was wondering when you were gonna notice..." Adah glanced uncomfortably at the wound as the man recovered, giving a ragged sigh, "Jesus-- you just-- I mean..." She looked at Darius, "He just fucking popped it back into place!" She handed the man back the flask, "Yeah, no man, you've earned this!" She began digging around in her messenger bag for something else, "Don't drink too much though, we can use some to disinfect the open wounds... And... I know I have something here that should help with the pain."

 She smiled at Levi, "You know you're lucky! Just a few hours ago this would have cost you an arm and a leg!--" Adah realized what she had just said-- to the man who had literally just had to snap his fingers back into place and quickly went back to looking, "Ummm... sorry... too soon..." She scowled as she looked for the right bottle of pills, "Darius!" She snapped, "Help him!"

 He gave a closer glance of the wound, "Why I gotta do it?"

 "Because you used to be an EMT or something, right?" She said, pulling a bottle of morphine sulfate from her bag, "You had to have done something like this before right?"

 The man sucked air between his teeth as he moved to the right side of Levi, "The hell you remember that and not which colors I wear?"

 "Black isn't a color, Darius-- and honestly I'm a fucking enigma to myself." Adah opened the bottle and pulled out a single pill, biting it in such a way that she only ended up presenting Levi with a third of a pill. "Can't give you more than this, mixing downers with alcohol isn't usually the best idea, but... you've kind of been bleeding for a while now, and I can't imagine the pain you're in. This would help, but I mean hey-- refusing's your choice too."

 "I'm ready." Darius grunted.

 The two prepared themselves for the scream that would soon come, and both looked to Levi expectantly.
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