[System]
Age: 24
Magic: Lost Magic: Energy Control Magic; Mayt can control and manipulate various types of energy. He inherited this magic from his family.

Amplify - Amplifies a specified energy, cannot amplify magic.

Reflect - Reverses an energy, such as motion, at half of what it was originally.

Shape Magic - Shapes the caster's magic 'container'
Reinforce Inanimate - Reinforces an inanimate object with the caster's magic, making it more durable and allows it to act as an alternate method of using another energy control spell.
Reinforce Body - Reinforces the caster's body, making it more durable, but can cause serious damage if the energy control spell attached to this isn't maintained properly. Considered "Forbidden", but is not a taboo.

Warp - Redirects an energy, does not need to be actively used.
Magic Level: S
History: Mayt Derren Marris grew up in a small town, its name of no importance, in the middle of virtually nowhere. In his hometown, he had grown to know almost half a dozen different parents. He was taken away from his birth parents at age 10, as they were both incapable of properly taking care of a child. His second set of parents were nice, but his distrustful tendencies, and getting new parents just before his teen years, he blocked them out. They fed him, clothed him, and took him to school, that was all that was important about them to Mayt. They weren't his birth parents, he didn't like them. They gave him to the local orphanage the first time he drew a knife on them, which he had done in an attempt to prove that, despite his somewhat meek frame, he could be a powerful fighter. He didn't have to be a bookworm. By this time he was 14

At age sixteen, Mayt was adopted by, as he likes to put it, "Parent Wannabees". His parents were sort of doing a trial-run on adopting a child so that they had some idea what to expect. They didn't expect a child distrustful of them to the point of learning how to cook and handle himself while not getting in the way. Mayt turned into a child who simply lived in the same house and breathed the same air. He had gotten a part-time job, bought his own food, did his own laundry, and cleaned his room. Despite his seemingly good-nature in doing this, he acted very sour, and often was caught by Truancy Officers, and managed to barely pass his classes. Not caring about the future, the month he was allowed to leave his parents house as a legal adult, he did, setting out into the world. He wondered at first, choosing to go town to town on foot, enjoying the walk, and eventually starting to enjoy being on the road, where he could think.

By his twenty first birthday, he had rented an apartment in a small city, and has chosen to stay there for a while. He needed money and odd-jobs while traveling wasn't cutting it. On his birthday, he received a package from his birth parents. At first Mayt was skeptical of the package. He hadn't known his parents since he was a child, yet they knew where he was setting up temporary residence? Once he had gotten over this, he opened the package to reveal something stranger still, a Katana. They not only had known where he lived, but had known he had been practicing, off and on, different sword skills. Mostly due to the fact that they interested him, and he couldn't understand how they had known. He still kept the weapon, and he started to train more with it, eventually finding somebody of teach him in a more official manner. At this point, he has some skill with the weapon, but he is far from professional.

Around twenty three, he started to realize he had magic, he just had never noticed it. He discovered this when practicing with the gift sword, and he had accidentally burnt the blade on a hot day, leaving char on it. Despite how often he tries to clean it, the blade never seems to not have that char from his first real use of magic, and ever since he's been practicing to the best of his ability. He does it best through his weapon, but he can do it when not wielding his weapon.

Personality: Loner, vocal in his opinions, and stubborn.
Team Members: None
Three Strengths:
1. Good Cook, Mayt, having lived on his own for a long time, has learned how to cook pretty well, without any reliance on magic or supernatural abilities.
2. Loyal, Mayt's trust isn't the easiest to gain, but it's not difficult either. And when his trust is gained, he is quite the loyal friend, risking bodily harm to protect those close if neccessary.
3. Swordsman, Mayt is somewhat skilled at using his Katana, and he can use his magic through it.
Three Weaknesses:
1. Loner, Mayt prefers to work on his own as he has all his life, which makes it difficult for him to work in a group and follow a plan.
2. Anarchist, Mayt often outright disobeys orders simply because they were given. He doesn't take this to an extreme, but the wrong choice at the wrong time can be devastating.
3. Lost Magic, Mayt's magic is a form of lost magic, meaning it is more powerful than most magics, but also is more dangerous for him to use.
Greatest Love: Doesn't really have one.
Motivation: To find where he belongs.
Appearance: Mayt stands at 5'11" tall, and typically wears simple clothing that's close-fitting but not very restrictive. No real protection. When he's traveling, he carries a large backpack filled with his stuff, and his Katana is kept at his side. He has light skin, and medium-dark brown hair that he keeps trimmed at a little under an inch long. His eyes are green, and he's starting to grow a little bit of a mustache. The scabbard for his sword is simple leather, unadorned, but slightly charred as well.
Additional Details: Mother now lives in Magnolia Town. Maximum potential unknown, and it was recently discovered he has a great deal of knowledge about his magic stored away in his head via archive magic.

[User] Lazarus was also shocked at what had happened next. He didn't know what to say. Being her close friend, Sasha had told him about her family, and its destruction. He clamored for a moment, trying to find his words. Eventually he embraced her and whispered those words. "Sometimes... its ok to be selfish. I know what you are feeling right now, but that little boy knows nothing else. He won't know why tear drip down your cheeks." He gripped tighter. "Right now Ben is calling for his sister. And that's you right?" He paused. "Go and see your brother. Let him fill the hole in your heart." He let go and smiled. Flicking his eyes towards Ben, telling her to go to him. He folded his arms and took a casual stance, before admiring this world's guild building.

[Assistant]
Karn
Fiore || Kabo || Outside the Council Building
Interacting: Jamie

As he listened to the Guild Master, Karn thoughtfully frowned a little in thought. The blunt answer was, that Jamie knew her but had no idea where she currently was. Another dead end. He had hoped for some sort of clue, but to no avail. After searching everywhere for her, and finally coming to Phoenix Wing where she had told him to go, nothing. The young boy guessed he had little hope left and should just accept his fate. Still, he had a feeling she was alive, but she always seemed to have some sort of grand plan ready. Maybe she just grew tired of him or ran out of magic because of him? Perhaps that was alright then and he shouldn't be selfish. After all, she did so much for him, so if she didn't want to be found.. Maybe he should respect that.

~10 Years Ago~

[i]It was the middle of nowhere, among miles and miles of nothing but brown earth and rock. A small orange cat slowly padding along a dusty path, struggling to keep on all of its paws. The fur was ragged and filthy, and was nothing but skin and bones. Any energy or magic it had was gone, and a pathetic tired weak mewl before falling on its side. Emerald eyes tiredly stared at the empty wasteland, it felt so weak... It was dying. Instincts screamed that it was dying... And there was nothing it could do to fight it. Eyes slowly closing, it accepted its fate and waited as death embraced it.

Ears twitching at the sound of thundering steps, it opened its eyes weakly to glance up to see a large creature. It looked a bit like a lion with its brown mane, but it was sabertoothed with black horns and scales and long flowing whiskers. Golden eyes staring down at the smaller feline and giving a soft little roar. The cat didn't have the energy to respond to this creature. Was it going to get eaten?

The beast then lowered its head and sniffed the bundle of orange fur before opening its jaws and wrapped them around the cats waist and picked it up before starting off in a direction. The cat, thinking it was going to get eaten, closed its eyes again before losing consciousness.

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Everything was dark and painful, he could barely move. Was he dead? He couldn't see, he couldn't move in this darkness, and he tasted the rustic taste of blood. If he could taste things, then he was alive? It was then he heard a door freak open and some footsteps followed by voices, but he could barely make it out.

"How...he?" a adult female asked.

"N.... Good... Damn it, Rian! What are you thinking of bringing a wizard here?! You saw what happened with Chimera Flame after their star member left for ten years! I rather not have anything to do magic anymore! They'll exterminate all wizards! Especially one like this one! He's probably lost it! You should of just left him out there! Especially since your the last survivor and refuse to debrand!"
"The guild may be gone, but its spirit lives on. Just because you forgot what it means, doesn't mean I have. He's a kid, and nowadays child Wizards don't have anyone to help them. I can't just leave him to die. Kid deserves to live his life as far as he can."
"Well good luck with.... Die.... You idiot!"
"Friendly as always."

Unsure if he should open his eyes, his emerald eyes slowly open to find he was in a green forest. Blinking, he slowly sat up, pupils slitted like a cats and cautiously looking around. The blonde boy in brown rags then saw a large brown beast laying down by a tree, watching him. Instinctevly, the boy stood on his feet, fingers clenched tightly and growled and spat at the beast threatenly. Hissing like some feral animal and growled.

The beast however simply stood up and gave a roar towards the right. Not too long, a black cloaked figure stepped out from behind some trees. They dropped guts hood to reveal a woman, with long black hair and golden colored eyes. The boy looked at her before snarling as she stepped closer.

Kneeling down, the woman smiled softly. "Now calm down beast boy. It's alright. I'm here to help." she said gently and moved her right hand toward him.

The boy cautiously looked at her before biting her hand, growling. Blood seeped from the injury, soaking his lips, but she didn't flinch as she used the other hand to wrap around him and stroked the mess of long blonde hair.

"It's alright. I'm here. You're not alone anymore. I can help. But you need to calm down and relax." she said gently as she petted the young boy.

Growling, the boy bit a little harder, before slowly relaxing against the gentle touch. Letting go and gently licking the injury he caused, eyes slowly returning to normal. A choking sob emitting from his throat.

"Are you sane enough to remember your name?" the stranger asked gently.

The boy glanced up at her before looking away, seeming to try to figure out what just happened. "...rrrr....mmmreow....uh.... K-Karn....." he managed to growl out before finally finding his voice again.

A smile appeared on the strangers lips softly.

"Karn. Nice to meet you. My name is Rian Deathwalker."
~Present~

Karn sighed softly but soon smiled brightly. "Well it was worth a shot I guess." he chuckled as he rubbed the back of his head.

[User]
Edolas
The woman blinked a couple times at Jarvis' comment, before breaking out laughing. "You must be pulling my chain! Hah! I never expected something like this from you! Maybe one of the other guild membe-" She stopped short, before crossing her arms. "But there's no way you would've come here to me to pull this prank. It's pointless. So that means you're telling the truth. I've never heard of Earthland, but if you look exactly like my Jarvis, that means it's a similar world." She chuckles, and offers her hand to Jarvis, and then to the girl. "Well I'm Mayat, but most of the guild just calls me Mayt. Well met, other Jarvis and his friend."


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Please believe in me, as I will protect you to the end.

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Personality

Poised, graceful, and with one hell of a resting bitch face, at first Nia comes off as a quiet girl. So long as she keeps her mouth closed, she can be mistaken for a cold if somewhat distant person. The truth is the complete opposite; her cheerful and bubbly way of thinking often dominating everything she says the second she starts talking. She has no issues offering her opinion on a matter, and is generally open minded, making her easy to talk to and she can talk to just about anyone. She has a rather positive deposition, an optimistic view on nearly everything, and likes to look for the silver linings in even the worst situations. She will never let you down, even the idea of disappointing someone makes her always put in her total effort. As a result she is quick to help out those in need. Still, she puts a lot of pressure on herself even if she is told to take it easy.

Polite and usually keeping a calm head, she comes off as more of a caretaker than a wizard. Despite her warm and gentle nature, however, she seems to avoid opening up to people even though she likes it when people confide in her. Her tendency to keep people at a distance is somewhat contradictory, often confusing people, and she has a lot of trouble expressing her emotions properly. Should she be crossed, she keeps her gentle demeanor, though becomes exceedingly passive aggressive. Her observational skills are astute and she weaponizes it when she's angry or annoyed, taking a delight in honing in on people's weaknesses, addressing them with a misleading smile.

Appearance

Standing at a height of 5"8', Nia is a lovely girl with fair skin and long, pink hair. Her big, baby blue eyes are her most noticeable feature, her heart shaped face giving her a rather innocent look. She has a fairly slim body type with a few curves, a modest bust and hips, and willowy legs. She tends to move gracefully and often has a gentle expression. Her clothing leans towards elegant, preferring clothing that flows with her.

"Let's all do our best, okay?"

| N a m e: |
Ourania Clavis
| Alias|Nickames|Titles: |
Happily insists on being called Nia.
| G e n d e r: |
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| A g e: |
20
| R a n k: |
A
| Guild Membership Status: |
Happily active for almost four months!
| Guild Seal Location: |
Upper right thigh
| History: |
Born to Governor Uranis and his wife Raine, Ourania was raised in a sheltered environment. Aside from questionable parenting choices, there wasn't much excitement in her life until she finally received her mother's blessing to start making contracts with Celestial Spirits. She naively assumed that she would get to spend the better part of her life studying the spirits and practicing magic, only to be given a rude wakeup call in the form of an arranged marriage. The fire of rebellion was sparked afterwards, and with keys and a few belongings in hand, Nia left her home in search of adventure.

It was easier said than done, with her mother often using her father's influence to send out a bill to multiple guilds to return her. It happened about three times until Nia finally wised up to it, devising up a better-thought out plan of escape. To ensure her success, she played along while doing a little research on where to go. She decided she would get as far away as she could, out of any of her family's reach, and settled on White Harbor as her destination.

There was a minor hitch in her plan, but she delayed it until the last possible minute, fleeing the estate and jumping on a ship. After arriving, she realized just how harsh the area was and made her first priority finding some sort of employment. While at the tavern, she overheard a pair complaining about the current guild. As far as she was aware, she hadn't heard of any guild in the area, and realized it was the perfect place to work and hide among the other wizards. She arrived at the guild hall still wearing her wedding dress, asking to be let in.
| Magic: |
{ Celestial Spirit Magic }
Nia is a Celestial Wizard whose magic comes in the form of using Celestial Spirit Gate Keys. Celestial Spirit Gate Keys are magical keys that can be used to summon Celestial Spirits, powerful beings from another dimension. Her specialization is utilizing the Star Dress spell, a Celestial Spirit Magic Spell in which the user incorporates the power of a Celestial Spirit into their body. The power manifests itself in the form of a wardrobe change in the form of an outfit centered around the Spirit in question's own wardrobe. By adopting the powers and appearance of the Spirit they choose, the user also adopts a portion of their powers, being able to make use of their magic.

[ Gate of the Water Bearer: Aquarius ]
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Summons the water bearer, Aquarius. The spirit's temperament and outright refusal to follow orders often results in the two bickering whenever she is summoned. She has mastered the Star Dress Form associated, gaining the powers of the celestial spirit. Aquarius' domain is Water Magic, granting her the ability to manipulate the element.

[ Gate of the Maiden: Virgo ]
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Summons the maiden, Virgo. A stiff spirit, despite obeying any orders to a tee, she often insists on being punished immediately afterwards, much to Nia's dismay and discomfort. She has mastered the Star Dress Form associated, gaining the powers of the celestial spirit. Virgo's doman is Earth Magic, granting her the ability to manipulate the element.

[ Gate of the Charioteer: Auriga ]
Summons a chariot pulled by a horse named Auriga.

[ Gate of the Shield : Scutum ]
Summons a grand shield whose size can increase depending on the user's power.

[ Gate of the Mirror: Meissa ]
Summons a a celestial being named Meissa that has a pair of mirrors that enable communication between them.

[ Gate of the Glass: Telescopium ]
Summons a spyglass used to see over far distances.

[ Gate of the Lyre: Lyra ]
Summons a lyre player whose voice and music are considered otherworldly.

[ Gate of the Furnace: Fornax]
Summons a small furnace that emits warmth around the area. Leaves everyone feeling nice and toasty.

[ Gate of Canis Minor: Nikola]
Summons a small dog. Friendly and cute, he makes for a good companion.
| Strengths and Weakness: |
* High magic stamina
* High physical prowess and durability when using Star Dress
* Knowledgeable on magic

* Reliant on Star Dress for physical prowess
* Reliant on keys for magic
* Low physical strength

| Miscs : |
She occasionally lets slip details about her past, but outright refuses to talk about it even when caught.
Contrary to the image above, her usual outfit is more weather appropriate.
The Clavis family was once hailed as a pioneer in magical item production, though it has been a long time since they had contributed to any recent discoveries. They have left their mark on Celestial Key creations, a majority of Bronze and Silver key designs credited to them.
She apparently has a contract with another Celestial Spirit, but left the key behind when she left her home.

[User]
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Seeing the beast rise out of the water trying to get something, Ria smirked a little. This is going to be fun. Bessie was about the same size as Cormenila. She loved chances to spar with him. This was just going to be less fighting, and more tag. "Just like a game of tag," she muttered to herself with a nod. Fun.

Her attention turned back to Will when he offered her the magical ring. Her eyes lit up, smirk turning an excited grin. "Oh, wow! This is so cool!" She took it and slid it onto the pinkie of her offhand. If she did need to throw a punch while dealing with Bessie, she didn't want to make it hurt more from the ring, or break the ring in the process. That would kind of ruin the point. She held up her hand to both watch it adjust to size and admire it. "So awesome."

She looked over at Cade when he joked about needing one. She laughed. "I thought you were supposed to be keeping an eye on us." The smile left her face as she realized he was helping one of the barrier mages off the boat. She jogged over to help the mage off his boat. Surely that was why Cade was here too.

"Hey, Kaito. Bessie isn't leaving as fast as I was told she would, huh? We're going to get her on her way." She offered the mage a smile. "You shouldn't have to go back out again to deal with her tidal waves. So rest up and relax, 'kay?" She waved as she walked toward the far end of the dock. "Right, guys, are you ready? Time to dive right in, right?" She laughed at her own pun.

[Assistant]
White Harbor

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"W-wha. . ." The young man looked between Cade and Vectis with glazed eyes, barely able to focus on their words before Ria piped up. Kaito looked at the small girl with a slow turn of the head, a hand holding up his head as he stumbled his way into a seating position. "R. . . Ria? I'm sorry, I'm a bit out of it right now. Been. . . holding up the barrier. . . four hours. . . so . . . tired."

With a groan, the poor mage fell backward, sprawling out along the dock with his eyes rolled up into the back of his head. He was still alive but obviously pushed well past his limits in keeping the rogue waves conjured by the massive sea creature from wrecking the town. Luckily, that meant that there was nothing stopping the group from nabbing the small boat for themselves.

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The North(east)ern Grove

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Claire

The reporter listened to all of the group's responses with keen interest, writing down notes on her lacrima slate. She offered a small apologetic nod to Karna for her assumption that she wasn't a native, feeling more than a little embarrassed for the misstep. At Lee's insistence on taking a child with them, however, she couldn't help but furrow her brow.

"Isn't this a quest revolving around a missing child? I'm not on expert on these things, but that seems a hair irresponsible of you to do as her caretaker." Tapping her stylus against her tablet, she wrote down a few more notes with a frown before tucking it away to approach the symbol that Arc had pointed out. With a slight incantation, she conjured a magical seal in her palm to run over the symbol. Her eyes lit up for a moment, rapidly shifting images fluttering across her iris before she let them fall shut with a shudder. Taking a step away, she brought a finger to her chin, tapping at it in deep thought as she considered the marking.

"In any case, this symbol you pointed out is. . . old. Really, really old. My Archive's database can barely pull up anything about them. If i can hazard a. . . rough translation, I'd say that they all seem to imply no small amount of danger to anyone passing this threshold." She slipped a none to conspicuous glance towards Lee as she said this, eyebrow raised but choosing to continue talking to the group as a whole rather than making further comment. "I can't really read anything else besides that, but if we're going to split up at all, I'm probably going to stuck with you, Arc. Call it a hunch."

@Grey@KiwiTime@Inkarnate

[User]
There was almost no sign left of the monster that attacked them. Kvasir grew impatient and angry when he had nothing to crush under the weight of his foot. His senses were still heightened as he didn't trust this was all that was left of the beast who challenged him for authority. The words in the background were inaudible to him but not the sound of tendrils smacking the marsh runner's skull into the ground. Kvasir almost snarled in reaction until his vision was interrupted and forced to cut to underneath him. Blobs similar to that of the creature formed underneath them sprouting tendrils of their own. Had he simply stayed there the tendrils would sure enough pull him into the caustic center.

In one swift action his chest puffed out and the veins from his body expanded through the skin. A deep howl left his lungs before blood shot out from his body in what seemed to be a concession of blades. Tendrils were cut and sliced like pieces of squid. He had to put some distance between him and the blobs and closer to the monster at the center of this. Propelling himself off the goo monster he touched solid earth once more and took off behind it and the marsh runner. Whatever the dog and the red headed woman chose to do was up to them.

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"Well, what information are we missing, then?"

Karna wrapped her arms around her back, clutching them in an almost royal manner. The silver-haired noble wasn't quite sure what the group wasn't being told. It may have been paranoid but the young woman had an inkling that they were going in with half of the information they needed. Going in blind seemed like a poor choice. But the thing about jobs like this were that sometimes they were forced to do such things.

Upon hearing they would split up Karna tapped one of her fingers, "If we are splitting up. I will go with Nia."

[User]
Nia shuddered slightly as they arrived, looking around a little nervously. Arcturus was right, something about this place was weird. She felt like something was going to jump out at them at any second, making it difficult for her to pay attention to the conversation. Keeping in a whimper of fear, she lightly smacked her face to snap herself out of it. She was a wizard for crying out loud! She had her keys, her magic...everything was going to be okay. No need to get scared. Right?

Tuning back into the conversation, Nia did look around at the mention of lights. Oh this place was definitely haunted, wasn't it?! Quietly taking in a deep breath, she rubbed her arms as she listened. Unfortunately, runes weren't her specialty, and she couldn't say she was a huge fan of splitting up--this was like a horror story waiting to happen! That said, however, they were here to find the lost child, and he could be by himself and in need of help. So she nodded in agreement at Karna's statement, uncrossing her arms as she took a hold of her keys.

"Okay, if we're splitting up, then..." She took a few steps back as she unhooked a silver key. Brandishing it, she channeled her magic into the key. "I call upon thee! Open, Gate of the Mirror: Meissa!"

With a flash of light, a small, pixie-like creature appeared, its wings fluttering as she formed a circle. Once the circle completed, it split into two and a pair of mirrors formed, floating into Nia's hands.

"We can use this to communicate," Nia suggested, offering the other mirror. "You know...just in case." She let out a nervous laugh.


[System]
Sex: Female
Age: 17
Experiment Tier: Leaf
Enhanced Trait 1: Enhanced muscle tissue
Enhanced Trait 1 Downside: "Enhanced" is being generous. She's just stronger than she would be normally for a girl her age.
Enhanced Trait 2: Pain receptor suppressant
Enhanced Trait 2 Downside: While the pain is ignored, the rest of the trouble that comes with the wound is not.
Faction: N/A (Nomadic)
Appearance:

Clothing: As pictured with a few odds and ends around. Mainly military-surplus grade clothing.
Personality: Quiet but not totally antisocial. Curious, but also cautious. Still prefers to be distanced rather than at the center of attention
Weapons: McMillan CS5 with suppressor, Rock Island Armory M1911, OKC FF6 Freedom Fighter
Equipment: Rucksack, TAC belt, side holster, ammunition pouches on both legs, knee pads, elbow pads, shoulder pad, sleeping bag, flashlight, bandages, tourniquet, pack of cigarettes, mini multi-fuel stove, canteen, multi-tool
Bio: Joy had the rough life like the other test subjects. She was an alternate, though. The government mainly kept her around just in cases they needed one more test subject to experiment on in the event they ran out. However, with the help of the Three Kings, she ran out first before they could get to her. Being older than the others, she had the luxury of getting some extra free time in which was usually spent reading old Tom Clancy novels and bugging security guards to show her tricks they learned. While most never bothered to give her the time of day, she managed to get some one-on-one time at the range during the off hours with a few. Marksmanship was an essential skill that needed to be honed, along with how to determine and eliminate priority targets. These were hard lessons that she needed to learn.

After the escape, Joy hung around with some of the other girls. Two injections gave her a muscle mass boost and a sort of regulatory strain that deactivated her pain receptors. Though not exactly on board with the idea of the last one, she figured that since she was being hunted now like the others that it would be better to go with what she could than not. After two weeks of being on the run, she became separated from the other girls. Lacking much in the sense of a personal arsenal at the moment, she snuck out and made her way to a junkyard. She now lives out of one of the vans, trying to keep her spirits up, her stomach full, and her head on her shoulders.

[User] Joy paled. Sure, Joslyn with her was one thing, but Adrian?! And she about gagged and was visibly flustered about that...that...thing he had. Of course, the emotional height didn't stop at that when she heard voices of what she deduced were soldiers in the other room. She covered her mouth, feeling completely naked without her guns or knife around. She looked to Joslyn, visibly worried as to be expected. She stood there, holding her breath, shaking like a leaf as cold water dripped down from her hair. Given the days events, she was about ready to cry. She was more than ready for a rest now.

[Assistant]
With the military men gone and them done with their shower, and thankfully with Joy smelling a lot better, Joslyn stared at the clothing in the sink and frowned. It was clear she was not pleased about the lack of dry clothing, even more so since she was stark naked without a means to cover herself when they had to leave the locker room. "My clothing was washed yesterday.... now we have to wear wet shit," she grumbled as she started to wring out the clothing the best she could, throwing Joy her things as she dried them out a bit. While they were far from dry, they were no longer dripping, which was much better in her eyes than walking around soaking wet.

 When they were all dressed, and Joslyn was no longer staring at Adrian more than she probably should have, they went back to the car to return Joy to the apartment so the female could rest.Once they got back to the apartment, Joslyn told Joy to go ahead and get some sleep in the bed that was there before she turned to Adrian. "Do all... um... whatever that thing attached to your hip is, look like that?" she questioned, "Are they all that soft?" As she had spent most of her life being tested, she never had any real interaction with men, let alone naked men. She was completely naive to the entirety of how they acted, or what it would mean to be involved with one in any compacity. When she had seen Adrian's, she had been both intregued and a little nervous, her entire body jumping slightly when it had brushed against her hip. Part of her wanted to see it again, maybe even touch it because of her curiousity, but she wasn't sure if that was something she could ask.

 It took a second for Adrian to realize what Joslyn was even enquiring about, but then he had a warm smile as he tried his best to explain things without getting too specific or possibly get himself caught lying due to his own ignorance of the capabilites of the human reproductive system "Not all of them. Some are black, some are bigger, some are smaller, I've heard some of them even glow in the dark." he answered, only to be a bit surprised by her next question... She, touched it? When? The shower? he thought to himself as he started to blush, "No, not always.... well, not-soft isn't how I'd describe it... more just, rigid." He tried to explain, knowing he was probably just making her more curious, which would lead to further questions, an more awkwardness as they approached the car...

 "So what would you like to eat? The kitchen here isn't the best, but it has plenty of warm food and a better selection than your fridge." He asked, trying so very desprately to change the topic before they entered the bar.

 "Is it bad to ask if I can see it again? I've never seen anything like it," she questioned before she thought about what he had just asked, "I am not sure what I would like to eat as I haven't eaten much other than what you have seen in the fridge when you came into my home... and do they really glow in the dark? Your's didn't... are they all that size?" She looked at him, curious as to why he was blushing as she did not think that what she was asking was something that was worth being embarrassed about. Then again, she wasn't sure what to expect when it came to sex or even the male reproductive organ, she had no reason too as she never really found anyone of interest (male or female) to ask about such things. Now that she had seen whatever that was, she was entirely too interested to stop asking about it unless he found a way to make her stop.

 "Well, not right now. Maybe later, after your shift?" Adrian rebuked with his own counter-offer as he quickly tried to think of some sort of dish to serve her, the gridle was still disgusting from last night, the deep-fryer was still serviceable. Since he'd just woken her up not too long ago, something breakfast-y would be considered, and since she looked hungry, high-calorie as well... and fried... because that gridle ain't be getting cleaned tonight.

 "I said some of them do. Not all. Mine is special." He stated, protesting her further questions as they drove for the bar, as Joslyn sat beside him as usual and dressed in dryer clothes.

 "I am going to hold you to that," she said simply, now staring out the window as she wondered why he hadn't answered her other question. As far as she knew, anything and everything he told her was true, but that was the downside of being naive to such things. Just as the silence was starting to get to her, Adrian pulled into a parking space just outside of a building she assumed to be his bar, "Oh... you aren't that far from my home, at least I will be able to walk to work."

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Adrian had mixed feelings about being threatened with his own promise.... wait? did he make a promise? Yes... yes he did. And Josslyn didn't seem nearly as embarrassed about her questions as he thought a typical seventeen year old girl would be.

Thankfully, she finally commented on something that was not his penis as they parked, and walked the final way to the back-door of an unassumingly quiet nightclub. Inside was the foyer for workers to head off and wash their hands, further in was the kitchen, followed by the main-floor. Another side-way from the foyer led to changing-rooms and the main-stage originally for whoever was performing on a particular night; as the bar had switched to karaoke, the changing-rooms were open for use by Adrian for days he just didn't feel like risking a trip on the streets to his apartment.

As they passed through the already-lit kitchen they were greeted by the short-order cook who immediately recognized their boss, with a guest and stood attentive as he gave a special order for him: "Four eggs, deep fried; a side of cheese-curds and two pints for me and the miss. She'll be working here and I don't want her serving food on an empty stomach."

The chef bowed and went straight to work as he led Joslyn by the hand away through to the main-floor and to a secluded crescent-shaped booth while taking both pints from the bar, allowing her to sit first before entering from the opposite side.

"The food will be here shortly."

Joslyn couldn't help but blush when Adrian had taken her hand, though she couldn't exactly reason why that was. "Food sounds good," she said after a moment or two of trying to figure out if she should actually drink the beer he had gotten for her, "So, is it normal for you to just show up with a chick? The guy didn't really seem all that surprised that you had me in tow." Reaching forward, she grabbed one of the pints and sniffed at it before downing about a quarter of what was in the cup. She was still rather thirsty, and not at all pleased with her still damp clothing, but she wasn't sure if that would be something she could say to him.

Looking down at her person, she frowned when she noticed that her shirt and pants were hugging her body, not baggy like she usually liked them. "So... um... do you have anything I could borrow for tonight if I am to be working? I can't walk around in wet clothing that is practically suction-cupped to my skin," she pointed out.

Adrian nodded after considering what he could do on short notice, "I suppose I could offer you some of my spare clothes." He mused, as he took a drink from his own pint, waiting for the food to be carried out to them promptly as one of the patrons tried to drunkenly belt-out some reworded lines from MDC before being boo'ed offstage.

"I mean, I have some clothes stored here. Not that I'm offering you the clothes I'm wearing now." He started to explain, noting that his own clothes weren't exactly bone-dry either. "There's a back-room where we came-in, second door on the left is mine. You can excuse yourself and go find something that fits while I wait for our food."

[Assistant]
Joy's wet clothes laid in a pile on the floor of Joslyn's bedroom. The girl in question was so tired after the caffeine pills were finally wearing off, but she knew that water can grow mold or something like that. Wait, could it? Joy shook her head to clear her mind and decided that she could just throw them onto the side of the bathtub. So she did, and looked at her panties as she shivered, having not enough time to dry herself off. Well, it wasn't like Adrian used soap on it. She sniffed them and then quickly pulled them away from her nose.

"Oh fuck, gross..." She groaned, throwing them onto the tub with her jacket and pants.

She looked behind her and sighed. Wherever those other two went, she was sure that they weren't going to snitch on her. Well, it wasn't like she was going to be able to get an opportunity like this again. She kicked her sleeping bag into the corner and took out her 1911. Joy slipped it under the pillow before sliding in between the bed sheets and sighing. A bed. Finally, an actual bed to sleep in. Despite it being cold, she was soon enough out like a light, snoozing the daylight away.


[System]
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Age:
17
Gender:
Female
Race:
Human/Amazon
Alignment:
Hero
Mentors:
Artemis, Wonder Woman
Skills/Meta Abilities:
Amazonian Physiology: A descendant of Zeus and recepient of his blessing, Cassie has a physiology similar to the Amazonians of Themysicra. This gives her strength, speed, reflexes, and durability magnitudes greater than a human's, as well as the gift of flight.

Lasso of Lightning: A lasso created specifically for Cassie by Aries; it is indestructible and able to channel Zeus's lightening on it's target.

Amazonian Bracers: Bracers given to Cassie by Zeus at the time of receiving her powers, they are her most commonly used weapon. Made of indestructible metal, she uses them to both block projectile attacks, but to give her own more force.

Combat Proficiency: Ever since coming into her power, Cassie has been undergoing almost constant training, mostly by Artemis. She is skilled in hand to hand combat, and proficient in sword fighting.
Personality:
Cassie has been told many times; she is the perfect example why teenagers shouldn't be given superpowers. It isn't that she does anything particularly wrong that often, but becoming an Amazon didn't suddenly make her a mature adult. She is brash, strong willed, and stubborn in both her actions and ideals. She believes herself to be a good person, and by most standards she is, after all if she's good at anything it's fighting bad guys. But her temper is short, and she is often too quick to make snap judgments about people, and very reluctant to change them. Still, apparently she's well behaved enough to no have her powers revoked, and that's good enough for her.

Willfully optimistic, Cassie can be a ray of sunshine to the group of misfits, have had little to no trauma in comparison to her fellow Titans. She is overall friendly to those she trusts a likes, though even they aren't safe from her spurts of angry frustration that come all too often. An open book who wears her heart on her sleeve, Cassie can be the best friend anyone's ever had and stick trough thick and thin for her team-mates, but if she finds she dislikes a person within the first moments of meeting them, it is unlikely they'll ever make it into her good books.

Backstory:
Born and raised in Gateway City, Cassie Sandsmark is the only daughter and child of Dr. Helena Sandsmark; renown archaeologist, and head curator of Gateway City Museum of Antiquities. Her childhood wasn't all that different than most others; her time was spent between school, friends, and the museum. On occasion her mother would take Cassandra on specific digs that she was invited to partake in, but while she had a curious interest in Greek history and mythology, she lacked the patience to make it a serious study. It wasn't until Cassie turned twelve that her life became interesting.

A new historian was hired at the museum and became fast friends with Helena. The historian in question was Diana Prince, or alternatively Wonder Woman, who was staying at the museum to keep watch over an artifact sacred to the Amazons after hearing that it was at risk of being stolen. Cassie was understandably enthusiastic about the situation and spent the better part of six months tailing the super-heroine as she devoted time to menial jobs. Diana was patient with Cassie as she was with all her young admirers, and even invited her to watch her training; an activity quickly scrapped by Helena, which only lead to Cassie sneaking out to watch instead.

An attack did eventually come, quite suddenly mid-day in the summer. The museum was filled with cultists from the church of blood, seeking the gauntlets Diana had come to protect. After being told to hide, Cassie went instead to where she knew the artifact was being hidden in her mother's office. Nearly an hour later, when the fighting should well have stopped on of the cultists found their way inside to find a shocked Cassie clutching the Gauntlets of Aries. Not thinking a child would need much effort to subdue, the attacker instead simply tried to pull the gauntlets away. With no other recourse left, Cassie slipped on the too-large bracers, which miraculously tightened around her wrists. With a single motion she was able to pull away from her assailant, knocking him to the ground, just as Wonder Woman came in through the door. The following 'fight' didn't last more than a few seconds.

The aftermath over the ambush for the Gauntlets of Atlas had some serious ramifications for Cassie; for one she found out that her ability to wield them meant she was in some capacity a descendant of Zeus. After a very star-struck meeting with the god himself, and a modest amount of pleading on her own part, it was decided she had proven herself to have the heart of a warrior and was given the gift of the Amazons.

Sensibly, Helena was less than pleased with her daughter's decision to fight crime, so it was decided that Artemis would train Cassie until they felt she was truly ready to take on the duties of an Amazon. This lead to a somewhat difficult high-school experience, but eventually Cassie gained enough confidence to graduate from student to part-time hero, and from there was quickly recruited to the Teen Titans.

[User]
-Starfire-

_K'oriandr_

 Starfire was nodding along to Robin's debrief, information courtesy of Cyborg. Weapons shipments? Trade in unmarked firearms is nothing to be taken lightly. The destructive capabilities they could grant any single individual was immense. Back on her homeworld, weapons were much rarer, but if they did exist they would have to be lethal enough to damage a Tamaranean, which meant the few illegal weapons that did exist were truly dangerous. Humans, unfortunately, were much more fragile than Tamaraneans, and could be seriously injured by tragically mundane occurances, let alone the weapons they made to harm each other. It was up to empowered individuals like the Titans to look out for those who could be caught in the crossfire or be the targets of malicious attacks.

 A look of interest and mild surprise came across her features though, as reports of a new crime came in. Watercraft robbery in progress! Time to move! When they returned, Starfire stood with her hands behind her back, eagerly awaiting Robin's plan. He was so good at doing plans. He could rattle off orders as if it were nobody's business! When he was in leadership mode, he was extremely handsome.

 Starfire nodded at his order and was subconsciously bending her elbows and knees and raising her clenched fists, looking as if she were about to burst. He said the thing! With a little giggle, she turned around and zoomed down the hallway. Expertly navigating the corridors of the tower until she zoomed out a window that was open just for her. She knew where she was going. Contact the coast guard and tell them the Titans are on the case!

 Her fists outstretched infront of her, a faint green trail signified the propulsion that kept the woman in flight. The trail was emitted from her feet and long hair, and it's glow brightened the faster she was going. The light of Starfire's flight was hard to miss, even at day time. It was because of this that she stayed relatively low as she approached the sight of the robbery. It took a lot of courage to initiate crimes in Jump City. Everyone knew that this place was under the Teen Titan's protection. It was a propserous place, though, full of potential ill-gotten gains and treasures for those of criminal intent. High risk, high reward. It attracted only the most dangerous individuals.

 The bright green, orange, and purple girl flew spotted the oncoming Coast Guard boats. Their courage was admirable. Working as law enforcement in Jump City meant engaging with superpowered individuals. They could be heading into attempt to arrest literally anything. Supervillains were extremely creative.

 Nonetheless, she flew to their boat with a little wave. Hopefully the cheerful green light of Starfire was recognizable to the people of Jump City by now. Gently she came to a stop, hovering a few feet over the deck of their ship, looking for the highest ranking individual among them.

 "Greetings, friends! It is I, Starfire, of the Teen Titans. I am here to inform you to maintain a safe distance. The Teen Titans are about to bring this situation to a peaceful conclusion. Please do not throw yourselves into unnecessary harms way, as your safety could be used as leverage in favor of the criminals." She said. One knee was slightly bent, the other straight. Starfire cut quite the striking figure as she kept pace with the Coast Guard, slightly leaning into whichever direction she wanted to float in. Every once in a while she cast a look towards the targeted ship, trying to see if anything supernatural was occuring. If everything went well on this Coast Guard boat, Starfire would spread the word to the other ships. As she did so, she would also be creating a perimeter around the targeted ship to cut off any potential escape routes or even enemy reinforcements. Usually villains did not have reinforcements, but stranger things had happened.

[Assistant]
Ka'van set his half finished oatmeal aside as the Titans received a call to action. He drifted over towards Robin, looking around him at the screen and eagerly awaiting orders.

For him, costume change was easy. An inky black aura began to emanate from him, devouring his gray skin and turning it into a dark void. His eyes turned a solid, brightly glowing red, and a tattered gray cloak appeared out of seemingly nowhere to settle on his shoulders. The air around him grew cold as he allowed the demon closer to the surface, drawing from it's power to increase his own.

"I'll meet you all there," Wraith said as he lifted off the ground. He flew towards, then through, the wall. Wraith arrived at the docks soon after Starfire. As his fellow alien began to secure the citizens, he approached the boat and silently touched down onto the deck. He probably should wait for his cohorts...but a little recon wouldn't hurt.

Wraith became intangible and began flying through the walls of the ship, scouting for possible hostages aboard, or perhaps even their criminal.

[User]
Kassandra smiled as she heard those famous words. She bolted for her room, and was ready and dressed within minutes. Royal orange and green, with golden sandals and a mask to match. And of course, her staff named Damiek, the jeweled eyes of the octopus topper watching over her. Wraith and Starfire had already taken off, so she said her goodbyes to the others.

"I'll be underwater, you know where to find me." She dove into the bay and started swimming. No leisure swim this time. This time, she moved. Even without her usual tail, she could lap any human in the water. Such were the blessings of being Atlantean.

Although she'd been a Titan for some time now, she still got a thrill of excitement in her belly with every new mission. She hoped the others felt the same. She hoped she always felt this way about her hero work.

Mirage was starting to approach the yacht, and so she slowed to get a better look at it. Nothing out of the ordinary on the starboard side. She dove deeper, looking underneath the hull for anything strange. No holes, no devices, all the fish had been scared off. Nothing there. As she continued her reconnaissance, she contacted the other Titans on her sturdy waterproof communicator.

"I'm not seeing anything so far, guys. Just lots of smoke and panic." Indeed, there was a grayish smoke pouring out of the boat, but it didn't smell like fire. Nor could she see any flames. She poked her head out of the water to get a closer look.

People in fancy clothes screaming and going one way. People in uniforms with guns going another. From her angle, she couldn't quite see where they were converging. She clutched her octopus staff a little tighter, and headed for the dock to meet up with Robin and Wonder Girl.

[Assistant]
Cassie didn't even flinch when the alarms began to go off. She remained the picture of calmness, even as Robin began giving out instructions, finding a spoon and even continuing to eat her yogurt as the rest of the team jumped into action. Inwardly, it was all she could do to keep from breaking through the kitchen wall to get to the scene. Her small insecurities evaporated in the excitement of a real mission.

"Well I was half right," She shrugged with while her heart pounded. Tossing her half finished snack, she followed Starfire's path out the kitchen but turned to her own room where her equipment waited. Artimes's training had permeated enough so at least Wonder Girl's lasso and arm bands were always hanging off the back of the door, regardless what the rest of Cassie's room might look like. She was still fastening the lasso to her hip and sliding her heals into her sneakers when she peaked back into the kitchen just in time to which Kassandra good luck and find Robin; the teams flightless member.

"I can give you a lift if you need one." She offered before tucking back in the hallway to sprint towards the still open window Starefire had used.

Fly had long since stopped being such an easy thrill for Cassie. Years of training and pattern exercises had made it just another part of her routine, but there was still excitement to be found in the faces of the crowds that watched. Coming up on the smoking yacht surrounded by police and curious crowds, she truly felt like Wonder Girl, someone people could count on. She glimpsed Starfire below, on the dock speaking with the police before circling the crime scene. It was hard to see much of anything with all the smoke, though she was almost sure she could distinguish the more misty form of Wraith on the deck for a brief moment before he disappeared below. Cassie landed at the helm of the ship, clearing out the cockpit of confused crew whom she brought to Starfire, as they did their best to recount what had happened between lungfuls of smoke.

"I think Wraith is bellow decks, I'll keep on the exits, keep whoever it is from getting away." She confirmed with her team-mate before returning back to the yacht.


[System]
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Height: 5' 10"
Weight: 132 lbs

Appearance: Yolanda is average in height and slender in build with faint muscle definition. She has short hair that has been slicked back and dyed bleach blonde. Pale skinned. She has dark brown eyes, which in contrast with her skin, appear to be black. The pale skin of her back has been elaborately inked with the solid lines of a tattoo depicting a grotesque scene of demons and the Devil himself.

Personality: Yolanda is a sly woman. Conniving and secretive, it's often difficult to tell what she is about to do. Despite this, however, she is loyal to those she feels are deserving. Once her loyalty has been secured, she is protective and fierce. Yolanda has a tendency to be sarcastic, dryly humorous and cynical but has the capacity to be kind and tender. Able to be extremely persuasive when need be. She has a touch of nihilsm to her.

Yolanda likes to keep her emotions in check but sometimes loses control. When angered or frightened, she lashes out at any who surround; whether it be friends, family or strangers. She often enters a period of regret after these episodes, though the level of regret is relative to how firmly she believes her anger or fear was justified.

Other: Yolanda was born and raised in South Africa and as such has a strong South African accent. She is able to speak both Afrikaans and English fluently. She has always had an interest in both the occult and both the good and evil of religion, hence her tattoo. Yolanda moved from South Africa at sixteen with her parents.

[User]
"You know what? I think separate rooms here is going to suck balls." At those words, James looked to his sister, slightly confused for a moment or two, choosing his words carefully.

"We've always had rooms apart, sis. Even living with our moms." James spoke slowly and unsurely, still a tad confused. Why was she pointing out something that they'd always had?

"I know that, butthead. I mean, here, we can't hang out in each other's rooms like we do at home, watching movies late at night, having best friend cuddles.." Jasmine's retort was quick off the mark, trying not to laugh at his slightly slow response.

"Oh! I see." James replied, as the penny finally dropped. "Because we're in gender assigned dorms, right?"

"Right. Hopefully we'll be able to get the apartment sorted soon, and we'll have a lounge to hang around in too, so.."

"Yeah. I can't wait!" Grinning, James hugged his twin, the female grinning and hugging him back with a slightly.. sad sigh.

"I don't want to be in a different building from you, what if you get bullied, or scared?"

 "Sis... I'll be fine, I promise." James spoke slowly and unsurely, though he wasn't too sure if he would be. "I'll help you unpack?" He spoke sadly, walking with her towards the female's dorm block, linking arms like they were the best of friends. Which, they were.

"You do know that if anyone hurts you, no matter what, I'm going to kick their asses so damn far, they'll have to fly back her." Jasmine snapped, looking over to her shy natured sibling.

"Please, don't, you'll end up in trouble with the police, and your record hasn't, and won't, go away." James looked to his sister, his eyes sad. He didn't want her away, she was his sister. His best friend!

"I know, I'm sorry." Jasmine mumbled as they reached her dorm, the female unlocking her room with a key. "You better behave."

[Assistant] John parked his rinky dinky, old VW Beetle on campus and got out, stretching. After the drive here it was nice to finally have some walking room. He pulled a large suitcase off of the luggage rack on top of the car and then popped the trunk where he had stowed a slightly smaller duffel bag. He made his way towards his dorm, stopping and asking for directions every time he felt like he was lost. He finally reached his room and dropped everything onto one of the two beds before flopping down on the ground. He sighed with relief. "I made it."

[User]
"Call me when you get settled, okay?" Kaja's mother said over the phone and the brunette could distinctly hear sobbing sounds in the background. "I can't believe my _kochanie_ is all grown up!"

"Mama, I'm only an hour away. You act as if I'm on the other side of the country. And tell Tata to stop crying, it's embarrassing just to hear."

Kaja sighed, holding the phone between her shoulder and ear while dragging her suitcases behind her to the dorms. Kaja glanced down at the piece of paper in fingers that told of her dorm room and nearly dropped the phone

"Tch, I'm on the fifth floor. _Cholerny." _The eighteen year old said mostly to herself, but by the clucking of her mother's tongue, Kaja realized her mom heard.

"Watch your tongue, Kaja, before I smack it." She reprimended and Kaja only groaned in response.

"_Tak, tak_. No swearing, _zrozumiany_. Listen, mama, I have to go, I arrived to the dorms."

And true to her word, she did. Without waiting for the dreaded response of "I love you's" and "call me's," Kaja quickly ended the call and shoved the phone into her pocket.

She entered the building and dragged her suitcases up multiple flights of stairs until she finally made it to her dorm room. Digging the key out of her pocket, she struggled with the door, cursing multiple times, before jiggling it open. The door swung open and she was greeted with the sight of a boy and a girl.

_Shit,_ Kaja thought. She was hoping that she would have the dorm to herself.

[Assistant]
Gabriella waved at her mother as she entered the cab and was on her way to the college! It was such an exciting day for the girl because she wanted to be out of her home and actually do something herself and not be with her parents much. Yeah she loves her parents but every teenager would like to live alone for a while. Especially when it will be far away from their parents, parties parties! Even though Gabriella isn't much of a party girl but she does it when she wants too. Now arriving at the school, it was time to go to her dorm. "Finally. Gosh, I just wanna lay down.." she said grabbing her luggage and making her way to her dorm, hopefully her roommate won't be an ass. Mainly because Gabriella wasn't the one to be messed with. Anyways, as she got to her dorm there was no one there... that was good, she could pick her side first!

"Yay. Mmm. I pick this bed!" The young teenager said jumping on top of her bed like a little kid, jumping house for example. That's how she was jumping. "Wooh! Wooh!" and that was when got off the bed, putting her luggage on top of the bed as she walked to the mirror. Fixing her hair a bit, she ran a hand through her hair and looked around the room. It did feel a little empty but it was still good for her. And she did get first pick of a bed! Right next to the window.

Gabriella got out of her room and saw a girl and a boy linking arms, they must have been dating or something and then another girl, but she just walked passed them. Right now, Gabriella prefered to go explore the school a bit!

[User]
Yolanda Grieg stared up at the archway that led into the college that she would call home for the next few years. It was vaguely imposing, though she reasoned it was simply the thought of the place rather than the actual college itself.
Steeling herself with a slow breath and tightening her grip on the bags clasped in her hands, Yolanda passed under the archway and onto the college grounds. It was quite a nice place, really; much less intimidating once you were within and looking around at the green fields and seemingly historic buildings.

She glanced around for a few moments longer, committing the place to memory, before moving off to find her dorm. Yolanda had a vague idea where the dorms would be, having been told by a rather fast talking and excitable type. She grimaced slightly as she tried to remember what the person had said among their ramblings.

Walking towards a building that seemed to have a steady stream of students passing through, she assumed that to be where the dorms were housed. Yolanda walked inside and up the stairs to her right, her brow furrowing as she squeezed past a group of loud girls. What had that idiot said? Room number fove. That sounded right, but she still held her doubts.

Yolanda eventually found herself outside of dorm five. She somewhat tentatively opened the door and found it to be empty. A good sign, she supposed. She walked in and set her bags down, pulling at one strap of the simple white singlet she wore before joining her bags on the bed. This would be a fine room.


[System]
Age: N/A
Gender: Male
Rank: Bodyguard to Princess Rosella

Basic Appearance

Hair: Hidden by hood
Facial hair: Hidden by mask
Eyes: Hidden by mask
Build: Average
Height: 6 feet exactly
Weight: 100.lbs
Special features: Hidden by clothing and armor

Combat credentials

Combat style: Guardian is a ruthless fighter. He uses any means necessary to kill anything that threatens Princess Rosella. Guardian possesses great skill in the use of his blades, is unnaturally agile, has senses that are far more developed than any other human, is able to improvise impossible solutions to impossible problems, and has survived almost impossible odds.

Abilities

Combat mastery: Although it is unknown when for how he received his training, Guardian has mastered all forms of combat. He could use much more effective weapons in combat, but short swords and daggers are still Guardian's weapon of choice.

Inhuman agility: Not only is he incredibly light for his build, Guardian is incredibly agile for it too. Guardian is as fast as an arrow and thrice as deadly.

Highly developed senses: Guardian's senses of sight, hearing, smell, touch, and possibly taste are more developed than an average human. He is able to hear the movements of hidden assassins, feel their vibrations, smell their intent, and can taste their fear as they realize that they've been discovered.

Imaginative improviser: From running someone through with a stick to crushing someone's neck with a rubber chicken, Guardian has survived some of his most dangerous encounters through improvising.

Gear

Full description/Info:

-- Head: Hood and carved ivory mask
—Shoulders: Iron shoulder pads and an all weather cloak
-- Torso: Iron armor
---- Underclothes: Simple garments
-- Legs: Leather
---- Underclothes: Simple garment
-- Right arm: Leather glove and dagger sheath
-- Left arm: Leather glove and dagger sheath
-- Primary weapon: Short sword
-- Secondary weapon: Dagger

-- Combat items: Daggers and short swords

-- Non-combat items: 2 small healing potions and a small box of bandages stored in the confines of Guardian's satchel.

Short swords -- Guardian carries 2 plain iron swords. They offer no enchantment or fancy design. However, that does not mean that they can't dice opponents like carrots.

Daggers -- Guardian carries 3 plain iron daggers. Much like his short swords, Guardian's daggers are without enchantment or decoration. Also much like his short swords, the daggers can cut through flesh and bone like hot knives through butter.

Bio

Very little is known of the bodyguard of Princess Rosella. But that which is known is known far and wide.

The story begins in The Kingdom of Nilrem, a thriving kingdom ruled by the benevolent King Nestor. Nilrem was one of the most prosperous kingdoms in the world, and with that title came many people wanting the wealth that The Kingdom of Nilrem provided. Many assassination attempts on the lives of every member of the Nilrem royal family were made. All attempts have failed so far, but protection was still needed.

Although he should have been more concerned about his own safety, King Nestor was more worried about his daughter and soul heir to the throne, Princess Rosella. The king sent forth messengers to spread a message to the 4 corners of Nilrem. There was to be a tournament to test the might of those who participated. The winner of this tournament would be granted the prestigious position of Princess Rosella's bodyguard.

Many a strong soul came in hopes of claiming such a role. But only 1 warrior could rise above the rest and claim the prize. That warrior was the masked mute who would come to be known as Guardian.

Since then, Guardian has defended Princess Rosella with his life. He has done battle with countless assassins, defeated things that should have killed him, and has generally done so in a way that has convinced many people he isn't human. But human or not, 1 thing is quite clear. In the 10 years that he has been Princess Rosella's bodyguard, Guardian has become a 2nd father to the 15 year old princess.

[User] Princess Rosella was indeed dancing with the king of a foreign country. But someone else was standing near her. It was a hooded man wearing a carved ivory mask. This man stood at exactly 6 feet. No more, no less. He had 2 short swords strapped to his waist, 2 daggers strapped to his arms, and a 3rd dagger in his right hand. He wore iron armor on his torso and had a pair of leather gloves on his hands. This man was the mute warrior known as Guardian. And right now, he was staring directly at Isaac. His stare was cold and piercing, just like it was described in the stories told about Guardian. If the rumors were true, this was Guardian's way of giving potential threats their only warning to leave before Guardian made them leave.

[Assistant]
Isaac had never really prided himself on being a particularly accomplished spy. His appearance was too unusual, it tended to stick in people's minds, a poor quality in any aspiring participant of espionage. When he had a moment to really consider it, he wasn't that accomplished at anything, being the best tactician or fighter held no interest to him, he preferred simple pleasures.

Business, business, he had to stop getting side tracked with these foolish periods of self-pity that seemed to be growing more common day by day. Back to the princess, who was still dancing with a worryingly guarded expression, as if engaging in combat. He supposed that was what politics was, some sort of wordy battle of wits, it was beyond him by some measure, but he had little else to do for some time but muse on concepts he had very little interest in. His eyes swept the people around the princess, looking for the more alert stare of a bodyguard. He certainly hadn't expected to find one staring right back at him. His eyes immediately darted away, settling on a potted plant.

Was he made? Had he been spotted as a fraud, as a threat? What was the likelihood that the man, he presumed, knew who he was or what he was there for?
No, it was more likely he knew how to recognise the gaze of another with hostile intent, even when the expression was guarded. That was the problem with the blood, it picked at the wits, making it hard to hide one's emotions. He stopped looking at the plant, realising probably too late that it wasn't an ordinary thing to spend so much time looking at it.

"Alright mate, keep calm." He muttered to himself, barely moving his lips as he looked back over at the man. He quickly took in his apparel, decided he wasn't particularly interested in combat right then, and then began to wrack his brain for any information he had dug up prior to this night. Someone who had made him this quickly, provided he had, was someone with considerable skill. Someone like that working on the light side of the law was bound to have a reputation, was there someone like that in the Princess' employ?

There was. He had a stupid name, more like a job title, Guardian or something along those lines. Apparently he was good at killing assassins, just his luck. Well, he hadn't come to assassinate anyone, not tonight, but if he was asked it would be good to test beforehand just how formidable this guard of hers was. He began to move towards the princess, over-exaggerating his intent with some ease due to the natural shakiness of his body. He made his way towards her carefully, often glancing at the guard but mock assured by his own stealth. His right hand crept under his coat, seeking the hilt of the blade hidden by its length, the point at which any good bodyguard would make his move. He was just fifteen feet from the princess…

[User]
Guardian's left hand moved to the short sword on his right side. As his fingers closed around the grip, a roaming pack of debutantes blocked him from view. Once the crowd passed, Guardian was no longer there.

Then, as mysteriously as he disappeared into the crowd, Guardian emerged behind Isaac. In his left hand was 1 of his short swords, 1 of his daggers was still sitting in Guardian's right hand.

A cry went up as Guardian raised his short sword and aimed a strong blow at Isaac's neck in an attempt to decapitate him. As this happened, people began to scream and run from the fighting, other assassins desperate to carry out their attempts leaped at their targets or began fighting bodyguards, and the few guards that were present in the room at the time began to try and restore order.

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Isaac's hand drew the smooth white handkerchief from his pocket with a flourish and he raised it to his face, obscuring a bitter smile.

Unsurprisingly, Guardian had reacted to his all too obvious assassination attempt. Isaac was hesitant to assume that this suggested naivety, not with his reputation, it was more likely he just did not care if he killed an innocent bystander who happened to be blowing his nose, on the off chance that he had instead been drawing a sword. It had taken Guardian some time to flank around Isaac, not by ordinary human standards, but by the standards of Vampire. So, just before the blade plunged towards his neck it was easy to feign tripping, his face turning in mock surprise to watch the glistening blade slide over his head, slicing a single strand of black hair free. Chaos was erupting around him even as he hit the ground and seemingly clumsily rolled over his right shoulder, hoping the lack of any weapon or skill would throw the guard off, for, as he reassured himself, he had no real interest in a confrontation here with no blood.

No blood. Damn the blood, he wouldn't need it anyway.

He rose from his ungainly acrobatics quickly, perhaps the only trait betraying some small skill in his otherwise unimpressive display. He was half turned already towards his aggressor, but now he turned fully, the handkerchief dropping from his hand as he assumed a mock expression of abject terror, he didn't even have to fake the shaking, wondering if it would divert the assassin's attention elsewhere. From the corner of his eye he spotted an assassin diving from an upstairs balcony, down towards where he had last seen the Princess and the lowly King, it would seem he had some competition tonight.

Come on Guardian, your charge is in danger, he thought to himself, smiling inwardly even as he backed away from his would be murderer.

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Isaac's display of cowardice may have fooled an ordinary bodyguard, but Guardian wasn't an ordinary bodyguard. He knew a ghoul when he saw one. Even more so when he was announced as Lord Adrian Valdovsk, a noble who was rumored to be an ancient vampire.

"Guardian! Help!". Guardian's head snapped in Rosella's direction as the assassin struggled with the king that Rosella was dancing with. The king's efforts were valiant, but if help didn't arrive soon, then the king would surely be overpowered.

Guardian ran towards Isaac, seemingly with intent to continue his attack. But at the last possible second, Guardian leaped over the ghoul and ran to help Princess Rosella. However, Guardian had left behind a note for Isaac. It floated down from where Guardian had leaped over Issac and landed at the ghoul's feet

Ghoul

If you value what's left of your life, you will return to Lord Adrian and tell him that he will not lay so much as a finger on Princess Rosella.

Guardian

[Assistant]
Isaac watched with trepidation as the bodyguard ran straight towards him, his body shaking in fear.

Dropping the handkerchief had been another amusing Highwayman trick, freeing his hands as they snuck incognito under his jacket, hands resting upon the well-used handles of two flintlock pistols. Jesu, this man seemed to want to die, Isaac thought fervently, watching the man carry out pretty close to ever action he had predicted up until this point. The cry from behind him was telling, the bodyguard was constrained by rules of conduct that Isaac himself was free from. Easy to predict, easy to counter, better to eliminate this obstacle here and now while it was easy.

What he hadn't expected was for the guard to leap high and clear over him, and Isaac couldn't quite believe his luck. With people running every which way it may have been difficult to ensure he could shoot his foe if he had both feet on the ground, but when one is sailing through the air it's fairly difficult to change direction. Isaac had heard people could peg birds with the more accurate muskets being produced every-day. With two flintlocks at this distance against a target as large as a man? Child's play, even with his hands shaking.

He had drawn the moment Guardian's foot touched the ground and prepared to force himself airborne. Even with his moment of surprise Isaac had still turned around and brushed some paper out of the way, both flintlocks levelled and the hammers already dropped. His target still some distance before the ground, maybe six feet away, and the weapons discharged near simultaneously, bucking in his left hand and causing one shot to swing just wide of his intended target. The musket balls sailed through the air with unerring speed, and the shot from his right weapon seemed ready to hit its mark, dead centre through the man's spine as he was close to landing.

The second shot careered off and caught the nobly fighting King clear through the chest, he fell back with surprise on his white face. Isaac smiled.

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Guardian's strong sense of smell had picked up the scent of gunpowder on Isaac long before the flintlocks were drawn. Guardian's stronger sense of hearing managed to pick up the sound of Isaac drawing his guns. It may be difficult to change direction mid-air, but it was easy for Guardian to turn around quick enough to swat the bullet away with his short sword. The swatted bullet continued traveling at a lethal pace and lodged itself in the throat of the assassin attacking Princess Rosella.

Upon landing, Guardian turned to face Isaac as 10 more guards arrived. 2 of the guards escorted Rosella out of the ballroom while other guards descended upon those who were fighting.


[System]
Nickname(Optional): Pfft, no.
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Physical Appearance: Of Average build with short dark hair, Neil isn't exactly the most unique specimen. He is fit but not noticeably so. He isn't big at all, but he is also not small. He has a face girls can find cute, but not exactly dreamy. Tanned skin and a ruddy complexion from all of the machine's he's worked on, coupled with the calluses on his hands gives him an experienced look despite the very youthful appearance he has. All in all, other than the twinkling of his eyes and the trademark grin, he is essentially average. He has dark eyes and very dark brown hair, enough to be considered black under most light. He's about 5'10 and 165 pounds.
Clothing: He often wears baggy pants, mostly military cargo. He likes to wear single colored T-Shirts. Usually he wears red.
Personality: Oh, now that is a question. To say Neil is eccentric is...well, that hits the nail on the head. Very good with hand-eye coordination, competent combatant, good engineer, and a daring pilot. But prone to sarcasm, snide remarks, unorthodox behavior, and just good old fashioned explosions. He's a born jokester, though behind his charming yet insufferable demeanor belies a certain intelligence, and to those he enjoys, he does tend to have a big heart.

[User]
20 minutes later...

"This is insane." Taya said to the other two, now sitting underground in Magdalena's "home" with the others. "You can't possibly be suggesting what I think you are." The girl looked at Neil to see if he would be any voice of reason, but one look showed if it wasn't his idea, he still thought it was hilarious. "You need to at least WARN Saxon before you have a hundred people trying to go and kill him!"

"Look, of course we're going to warn him." Neil said, though he had this smile on his face that spoke volumes on the mental image he had in his head. Which for the record, was Saxon being assailed on all sides by men, left alone on this planet as Neil flew the Highlander away. He looked like he had to snap himself out of it. "In fact, he'll be elated. I bet he hasn't killed something in far too long. His bloodlust will be up and ready."

Sayeeda cleared her throat loudly, drawing Taya's and more importantly Neil's attention to Magdalena, her squeamish husband, and her multiple wide-eyed children staring at them. Neil took a sip of the water they had served them, nonchalantly drinking it as if he'd said nothing out of the ordinary. Sayeeda turned to the family, arms crossed under her chest. "You might want to send your children in the next room. We're about to speak business, after all."

The husband decided to usher the kids into the room, and in his no doubt infinite wisdom, decided to join them. Junebug tossed Neil his sidearm, having just cleaned it while Neil and Taya were talking. The Captain had her rump planted on the table, one knee up and foot on the back of a chair. "So, Magdalena. We've been thinking... We've been needing some money recently, as we're a bit dry. Luckily, we're not dry on ordinances and blood to sweat. So here's the deal." Neil watched Magdalena, guaging her reaction to Junebug. "You pay us 20 Terran Imperial credits and make us another meal, and we'll solve your problem."

"My...'problem'?" She asked, not understanding.

Neil grinned. "We'll kill the Scorpions and the Spiders. Sounds good?"

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"You are going to fight the Scorpions and Spiders? For twenty pesos?" Magdalena asked, clearly thinking she had either misheard or misunderstood. Junebug nodded her head sagely and Taya grinned openly. The idea had gained traction after the firefight at the unnamed village when the villagers had enthusiastically thrown the bodies of their oppressors into the flames of the burning processing shed. The locals had begged the off worlders to stay and celebrate, regaling them with tales of the brutality of the gangsters as they enthusiastically incinerated the bodies.

"But you said… you said it would take a… regiment?" Magdalena asked, stumbling over the unfamiliar words but with growing hope in her eyes. Junebug nodded and ran a hand through her hair. She wanted to get back to the highlander and take a bath and change, mud from the sluice trench had dried on her pants and in her boots, but they still had some things to do.

"I did, but I've been thinking about it, and it occurs to me that maybe there are two rather shitty regiments already here," she explained. Magdalena's eyes brightened.

"You mean the gangs, you are going to get them to fight each other?" Magdalena guessed, proving that even in unfamiliar territory her natural intellect stood her in good stead.

"They are not supposed to fight each other, the cartel on Kimberly tolerates the gangs so long as they keep the drugs flowing but if they go to war…"

"We are going to convince them that they can have the situation sewed up long before anyone on Kimberly even knows the balloon has gone up, trust me, these greedy bastards will go for it."

"Why are you doing this?" she asked with wonder in her voice. Junebug shrugged uncomfortably. The type of people who hired armored cavalry regiments were rarely people filled with light, purity and a genuine desire for the advancement of the human condition. She had suppressed rebels, crushed dissenters and captured empires for whoever was paying the Armored to do it and she hadn't really worried too much about the morality of any of it. It was Andor who made those contract after all and she was just fulfilling hers with him. Now though, she was picking the job, a fact which made her feel a little guilty she hadn't consulted with Neil or Taya before putting their necks on the line, and although she doubted she was about to become a crusader for Truth, Justice, and the Terran Way, there wasn't any reason she always needed to work for whoever was worst in any given situation. She smiled crookedly, ironically if Stinger had just paid out at the get go Junebug would have been honor bound to support her. It was a funny universe.

"Most places you go, the rot and corruption is so baked into everything that there is no way to ever get it out… here though… maybe its possible, even if it is going to be very, very, bloody."

Night was beginning to fall when they stepped out of the small shop. Magdalena was already closing up and barring the doors and windows before heading for her subterranean home. The rumble of trucks was already evident in the distance as the gunmen rode back from the fields, eager for booze, women and violence although not necessarily in that order.

"So how are we going do now?" Taya asked, excited but uncertain. Junebug drew a cigarette from her pack and ignited the striking pad with a flick of her finger.

"Well, Neil is going to go and report to the Stinger about how we were ambusheds by Spiders. You are going to go back to the ship… me… I think I'm going to get a drink…"

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Neil slid an apple down his arm and caught it nimbly, spinning it on his finger before plucking it out of the air. Whatever Junebug decided, he was on board for. He was just excited to get things going. Not having his conscience dirtied was a definite plus, and whatever loot they got from destroying both of these gangs was likely worth it. Though his Captain's orders caught up with his head before he bit the apple.

"Wait...What!?"

Fast forwarding an hour later, Neil had procured a ride from some of Stinger's associates who he had convinced it was in their best interest to get him to Stinger as fast as they could. There were three of them. One man was young and red haired. with a wild smile on his almost too-wide mouth, hollering and hooting at anything that looked vaguely female as he stood atop the passanger's seat. The driver was far more level headed, though suspicious. Neil couldn't quite get a bead on him, his face concealed in a strange mechanical mask with only one eye uncovered through a high tech optic scope.

Neil sat next to something that was either once a man, or a humanoid alien. The thing cackled louder than the douchebag up front, his body covered in fur and his face very Hyena-esque. At least he wore loose pants and a jacket. Neil was not prepared to be bumped into by some mutant/xenos and their junk.

As they approached, Neil saw guns trained their way at the bunkered, barbed wired fence. The lowest dregs of thuggery stood watch, various mechanical and organic vagaries attached or warped about them. Neil no doubt thought they would be formidable to fight in hand to hand or ranged, which was likely why they were the first line of defense. The one at the gate was the criminal Neil had seen last time he came here, when it was the first time. He had a large gun, likely 20 MM rounds.

"You got some balls coming back here." The man said, barrel on Neil. Even the Hyena-man had the good sense to move away. Neil didn't seem perturbed, though he held his hands up.

"Hey, hey! Come on, what's that for? I'm coming back to explain stuff."

"Well, if you've got a good explanation as to why Miguel and a dozen of our lads disappeared, maybe you can make it out alive." He chuckled, then screamed at the others. "Let them in!"

The rumbling of the cars were drowned out by the laughter of the watchmen, and Neil tried not to get nervous. Oh, he wasn't nervous about if Stinger was angry at him. Neil had been beaten, humiliated, and even tortured once or twice as a Highlander Crewmember. He was mostly afraid of Stinger's interest of him, and he would rather leave by giving her vague promises of some nature rather than having to refuse her and fight his way out. Not only because it would hinder their initial plan to pit the Spiders against the Scorpions, but because he wasn't about to betray Junebug's trust. When he told her about it though, she laughed and told him to be firm like she knows he can be. He had no idea what to make of that.

Pulling up to the fortified, ruined mansion, Neil hopped out and told them to keep the car running. Even without being able to see his face, the masked man gave Neil a look that essentially loudly asked if he was kidding. Neil just grinned and headed inside, past three men playing Bazrika, a fun electromagnet drinking game, and headed upstairs until he was ushered in to see Stinger. He sighed before the curtain was drawn, and stepped inside the room. He hoped she was in an agreeable mood, but not too agreeable.

[Assistant]
Meanwhile...
Taya stumbled through the debris, catching herself on her front foot and turning, gun barrel leading. The young woman saw no one following, but the amount of thugs on this world she didn't trust simply not being able to see a foe. Holding her position for a few seconds, once she was satisfied Taya turned and hurried down the alleyway, finding the main road that led to the launchpad that held the Highlander, still stationed where the three had left it. This world was a bit poorer than most, and even now as she walked under the archway to the hanger she felt the dust and grime on her skin. She didn't say it, but she was still very much used to being pampered on her homeworld. The Captain and Neil's stoicism in the face of all they've had to deal with kept her mouth shut over broken nails or lack of hygiene, but now that she saw the Highlander before her, she wanted nothing more than to take a bath and wait for further instructions.

Once she put in the code, the Highlander's entryway door slowly lowered, air seeping out of the pistons, giving a hiss like a viper as it moved. She forgot how much she missed the sound of her boots on the hollow steel of the fallen door as she stepped into the ship, quickly placing in the code to close it behind her. Once the door was closed, she finally noticed the lights were out, and there was a hint of a strange smell in the air. Sniffing, she couldn't tell what it was. It was faint and likely unnoticeable if her senses hadn't already been on edge.

Groping in the dark, her fingers ran over the lighting toggle on the opposite wall. She gritted her teeth and lowered the thing, glad it wasn't stuck fast like it had been before. It creaked, but once it hit bottom the lights flooded the ship's interior. Now she could see everything in front of her, but nothing seemed different. Well, why would it be? She thought, and Taya began walking toward the cargo bay. Just put your gun up and go take a bath. Neil didn't install the bathing area for it to go unused. Her smile bloomed on her face, and she shimmied down the stairs leading to the cargo bay.

Once down there, she abruptly turned to the left where most of the arms and armor was stored, unstrapping her submachine gun and placing it carefully on the rack. She felt competent with it, but she knew the other two felt she had a lot to learn and she guessed she couldn't blame them. Losing your cool in a firefight was not entirely safe.

"Where are the others?" A deep voice sounded behind her. Her soul left her body for a brief moment before she recognized it as Saxon, calming down. He made her nervous at the best of times, but at least he wasn't an enemy out for her blood.

"They're still in town. They said they would call us whe-" She turned and looked behind her, her words drowning out in a scream of terror. Even a hardened soldier would have been disturbed at the sight. As she looked across the cargobay, she saw what looked to be Saxon's corpse on the floor, hollowed out and filled with various juices. Beside it stood a beast that resembled him, and she knew must be Saxon. It was clearly a Hexanagallion, but he had gone through some sort of metamorphosis! His massive, brutish arms now had bones like spikes protruding out of his arms, each a meter long. Under them on his broad chest were two smaller arms, now curled up. Smaller being relative, as they were thicker than Taya's limbs certainly. Other than those, the further bone-like protusions along his vital areas acting as a sort of natural armor, and the wet stickiness clinging to his naked skin (which had likely been the source of the smell) it was Saxon. So that was what he had gained from his healing?

"You uh...you look good." She said uneasily.

Saxon smiled. "I feel good."