[System]
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Appearance:
5ft 4in 170 lbs, seen wearing standard issue zeon pilot garb outside of a normal suit.

Origin: Spacenoid

Faction: Zeon

Newtype: Yes

Personality: Whiel having several ideals that let her align with Zeon, the girl is only truly loyal to herself and those that prove to show their worth and trust. Not against fighting, the girl herself is demanding professionally but friendly and somewhat laid back when with friends. Trust is something that is definitely earned as her childhood

Backstory: Born and raised in side three, her parents were skeptical believers in Deikum's philosophies. Upon his death, they paid their respects at his funeral parade. unfortunately, they were also next to Dozle's car when the bomb that killed his brother went off. Just before that, something had told her to itch her ankle. She ducked down and was consequently blown over from the explosion. her ears were ringing loudly. Getting back up. she found her parents were both on the ground, people around her were screaming. Her parents had been blunt to say the least, so she knew what death was despite being five years old. The next three years were a blur to her, but she wound up with support from Dozle, who had seen her that day after his rage had subsided and took pity on the girl.

She was fiercely independent and Dozle took on a more uncle like role to her. He'd support her and get her nannies and tutors to raise and school her, but never fully adopted the girl. When she was able to, she joined the military and quickly found herself piloting starfighters for a short while before winding up inside of an MS. Not without a a bit of preferential treatment from Dozle to try and keep the scarred girl off the front lines, he let her take up a spot in an experimental division known as NTZ. This has brought her around the sides, traveling to test different types of mobile suits before the division was finally called to war.

Other Info:
A strong and potent newtype, she only has stayed out of the hands of the development of newtype and newtype weaponry by Dozle. To this point, she is fearful of those in zeon taking her if anything were to happen to him.

Mobile Suit Info:
gundam.wikia.com/wiki/EMS-10_Zudah
gundamguy.blogspot.com/2013/02/hg-ems-..

EMS-07 ZUDAH PEregrinus

gundamguy.blogspot.com/2013/02/hg-ems-..
Modified to have a 210 mm rifle for long distance shooting. Carries a heat hawk and the engine has been overhauled to have the saturn defect removed. has in atomosphere flight capabilities and is more agile die to several reduction in armor weight.

[User]
The pilot took a few to regain her breaths. Valretha stopped the collision on mere yards away from the other suit. She felt large amounts of presence disappear from around her as there were only scattered people remaining. She had limited anounts of propellant and life support and with her support ships gone, she was as good as dead.

Realizing this, she took several more deep breaths and looked at the gouf. "I need to get to the comms of the colony... They should be able to push through the minovsky particles here... Can you help me get there and cover me? You can feel it as well as i can... So many are just moving away from us... Our ships are gone. We're dead unless we get as many people as we can to work together..." Said the female as she pointed out the station chunk on her nav comm unit.

[Assistant]
BRIZO BADAMISH

The attack from her enemy rocked the asteroid that was her new cover (this one a younger rock that had once been held down by Earth's gravity in its earlier days), but that was it. There was no follow-through for a noticeable second, before another blast slammed straight into the asteroid, this time coming from another angle. So the Feddie was going for a hit and run of their own then. Brizo allowed her senses to expand. She could deal with that.

She couldn't see the edgy GM well, but no matter how much they limited their thruster activity, she'd know the general area where she was supposed to point her gun. Maybe not the exact position, but she wasn't going to rely on her Act Zaku for that. After all, she was a Flanagan Institute minion, and that meant she had a few tricks up her sleeve that would help her with this little game of hide and seek.

There.

Her Zaku immediately fired a beam towards her enemy's position, before she once more darted away from cover, breaking for another asteroid to hide around. All the rubble was especially convenient for her. It definitely rocked, ohohoh. That was a relaxing little joke. She decided that she would tell it to her future first friend if they were ever to hang around in an asteroid field.

Right now though, she needed to get rid of this GM.

[User]
A pilot's instincts were critical. Often there wasn't time to think out a reaction, you just had to act. Appropriate responses needed to become more than thought, they needed to be reflex. Practice, and lots of it, could help make up the difference but there just was no substitute for a pilot's gut instinct. It was the little voice in the back of your head that told you something was off even if you didn't know why. It had saved Rebekah more times than she could count.

Even so, exactly what caused her to dart sideways abruptly she couldn't be sure. The incoming beam passed through the space she had previously occupied, something that might have been fatal.

Not that there was time to think about it. Given that her little attempt to be stealthy had been a failure, she decided to abandon that plan. The Striker took up a position behind an asteroid, the cover giving her a few moments to think. Rebekah bit her lip in thought, mulling over her options. Closing to close range was risky, but there was little chance that she could inflict any damage from long range. Not by herself. So if she wanted to mitigate the risk...

...

The pilot bit her lip harder and opened a comm channel.

"Frenchman, if you have nothing better to do, some aid would be appreciated." The Striker pilot tried not to sound irritated, but she couldn't entirely keep the sound out of her voice. "Those Balls could be more useful doing something instead of just hanging there. There is what appears to be a Zaky variant hiding out in these asteroids."

@Plank Sinatra

[Assistant]
"S'ils tombent, nos jeunes héros - la terre en pr--"

"Frenchman, if you have nothing better to do, some aid would be appreciated."

Oho! My second favorite sentence!

"Those Balls could be more useful doing something instead of just hanging there."

OHO! My favorite sentence!

Floating not too far away from the corpse of another Zaku variant, Dallas finally allowed his singing to taper down into a whisper, and then cease entirely. The mobile suit pilot that had just requisitioned his help sounded positively scornful, and what's more, she seemed completely tone deaf to the possible innuendo laced into her own words. He couldn't even pretend to hear the faintest hint of fun in her voice. Something made him doubt it had ever been there in her life.

The thought was exciting enough to make him grin.

There was nothing in the world that made him happier than satisfying an aloof woman.

"Sure."

There. Nice and to the point. He didn't have to give her a headache.

"But when this is over, and you're alive because of me, I'm gonna want your name, doll."

But he wanted to.

Nonetheless, Dallas released his Balls, both pods maneuvering deftly through the asteroid field and scanning for the Zaku in question.

[User]
"My survival was never in doubt."

The Frenchmn was trying to rile her up. That was fine. Such people were common, and such efforts were just as common. As long as he was providing the cover she needed he could entertain himself all he wanted. If anything his attempts to aggravate her only added fuel to the fire. Having lost the disconnect that long range combat provided her heart was beginning to pound, the adrenaline beginning to seep out and course through her veins.

Her foe was a Newtype, this she knew for sure. It was the only explanation for their ability to react almost before an attack occurred, and it explained their mobile suit. Despite its appearance Rebekah doubted it had much in common with a mass-production Zaku at all. That left no room to hold back. She flicked a switch on her controls causing her GM to release the clamps securing her other rifle to its back, then she casually tossed her long-range rifle towards the Frenchman's Juggler. It drifted through space towards the other GM while the Striker grabbed its other rifle and readied it. In the cockpit Rebekah unbuckled her helmet, securing it under her seat and pulling out her hair tie. She pushed her hair back with one hand and loosened the tight-fitting collar of her normal suit with the other, rolling her head and feeling the satisfying pop of vertebrae.

"Lieutenant Junior Grade, Rebekah Fell. Take that rifle and make yourself useful. It will be more useful than that peashooter you are using."

Her chest pushed out with a deep inhalation, the relaxing exercise at odds with the energetic edge that had begun to creep into her voice. She needed to be focused. Being close to the fighting was different from sniping at a distance. It required a different level of preparation. She needed the adrenaline pumping through every cell of her body, expanding her consciousness to fill every fiber of her being. Thought became action effortlessly. The Metal Spider needed to move like an extension of her body.

She slammed on the thrusters as her eyes snapped open, violet eyes seeming to flash in time with violet visor. The Striker slammed its palm onto the asteroid, pushing it down and the GM up while the potent thrusters on its back sent it rocketing forward flanked by the two Type Ks. This wasn't like before, either; Rebekah wasn't hiding. The Striker was moving, and moving fast. Far faster than any other GM could manage. She moved in zig-zag motions, pushing off of the larger asteroids in her path with the Striker's foot without slowing down or bothering to make use of the maneuvering verniers. The number of possible directions, or orientations, the Striker could use to move forward made it hard to track; exactly what Rebekah was hoping for.

She had gotten a decent look at where the Zaku had chosen to take cover, now she could get close enough to do some damage. Unless one of its allies intervened, she'd see an attack coming in time to block or evade.

It was time to take this seriously.

Sinatra @Crimmy

[Assistant] "Ill cover you go do what you need to." Levi called out as she turned her attention to the others Bringing out her heat saber she charged forward she would buy time even if it meant her downfall her way to repent for what she has done. That was her idea her goal and it was going to be made a reality. "Come at me you feddie pilots try and get me, Sieg Zeon!" She yelled over the radio as she quickly found what appeared to be the GM juggler and charged at it. The fighting had to end there was no more reason to fight and she would make sure that it happens.

[User]
Resha gunned it. She had a clear shot to the chunk of colony with the comms on them. Grimacing as she flew past cars buildings and the such, the female made it to the chunk. Grabbing onto the platform, she depressurized the cockpit and opened it, the hatch smacking onto the concrete. Pushing off her Zudah, Resha made her way to the door, the backup generators allowing it to open for her. This caused the girl to sigh a sigh of releif, knowing her job would be a bit easier.

Maneuvering into the colony's comms hq, the female had to try to herself together, passing a few corpses on the way in, which she tried her hardest to not look at. Making it to the comms room, the female saw it red with emergency lights, but the computers still capable of operating the antenna attached to the hunk of colony. She began to type commands into the pc, the antenna opening up and directing at the battlefield, massive dish preparing to bombard the area.

Taking a deep breath, she flicked on the comms, the massive colony bound antenna pushing through the minovsky particles even if a bit fuzzy. "Please, if you can hear me, stop fighting!" she called out to the fighters left on the field, of which there weren't many. "My name is Resha, formerly Zeon, but i renounce my ties in favor of humanity as a whole... I know some of you can feel... things... even if it's a buzzing in the back of your head, a voice, a nawing thought or even other people's voices... that's because you are most likely a newtype... but regardless, if you're still alive, we're all humans. Both fleets have left us and regardless of how many you kill now, everyone out here is dead if you just continue like that." The girl's voice said, betraying her young age and just how hard she was trying to communicate with people. They could almost feel the emotion and near desperation for a cease fire in her voice.

"Please just stop fighting! if we want to live, we can do this together. No ideals are worth fighting for if they just so willingly toss their fighters to the side like we're nothing but more debris and out here. Please see some sense in this madness, this war that is so pointless right now... our lives shouldn't be wasted on the grand ideals and ambitions of people who do naught but push their own agendas! We can come together and live through this, and maybe, just maybe we can make our mark on history if we survive. Please just come to the antenna chunk and we can talk this out like humans and decide from there how to survive... I'm only sixteen; i don't want to die yet. Not like this." The female said with final lines that could send chills down anyones spine; a desperate plea from just some girl who was afraid and alone. After that, she clicked off the comms, taking a few deep breaths and shudders as the girl felt she had aged several years during the course of that speech. She gave out her location to people she had been fighting mere minutes ago. For one of the few times in her life since she was little, she felt vulnerable and afraid. Crouching down into a corner, she curled up and prayed to whatever force existed out there that these people would listen to her.


[System]
Personality: I'm typically quiet, maybe a bit clumsy socially, but I have my moments when I pull off a funny perfectly. I lack discipline to stay consistent with most things. I stand and walk in confident ways, and project it well sometimes, but its all a house of cards. Laid pack.

Appearance: Average build, a little muscle shows. About six feet tall. I wear black rimmed hipster glasses. Green eyes. Brown hair cut very short. A little facial scruff. No abnormalities in structure other than a barely noticeable scar on one cheek. Caucasian with light skin (tanning speeds aging.)

Talents: Decent cook. Decent fist fighter with experience from training (Muay Thai and Kung Fu, though I only did a few months of each) and sparring. Good writer. Decent stamina and strength. Good liar. Analytical. Decent actor. Alright singer, though I haven't practiced in a while.

Flaws: I drink too much, and get distracted easily (borderline ADD) narcissistic. Im actually pretty quiet irl. Terrible driver. Lack discipline to stay consistent with anything. Panic when things go extremely wrong. Messed up sleeping cycles.

Desires: In terms of fictional fantasy, I would want to be a badass drifter, maybe a merc. Oh, and not need glasses!
Oh, and good with the women. And rich. And a badass fighter never to be fucked with.

Fears: I am afraid of tweakers and thugs who would want to beat my ass. I also dont like underwater predators. Most of all, afraid of being alienated.
Giant bugs.
Being stared at.

And yes, I will probably be remembering things and adding them thd whole rp

[User]
I drank too much.

That was my first thought as my eyes flicked open to the dark room. Damnit, I had woken up too early again, before the sun rose. That really messes with my sleep cycle.

The ground beneath me was cold. Cold and hard. I was laying on a cold, cement ground. Had I fallen out of my bed? No, this is not my room.

Bars to my left and right. I was in a prison cell?

"Fuck." I said quietly, as I processed what was going on "Fuck!" I shouted it.

I got drunk. Now I was in prison. What happened last night?

I looked around the cell. Who else was I with? There were no beds. And this cell seemed to be men and women.

An eerie felling washed over me when I noticed there were no windows in the cell.

[Assistant] Mikeal started at a loud noise and grasped for his blankets to pull them over him but was met with nothing but his clothes. "Hm?" he muttered sleepily as he opened his eyes and looked around. Well that was odd. This was not the same scene he'd fallen asleep to. Was this just a weird dream? Mikeal sat up and slapped himself quickly to test. A sound echoed throughout the area and felt too real for anything else. He'd been abducted then. How odd. Mikeal stood up, now fully awake due to the oddness of his situation. Some sort of prison judging by the bars. Mikeal looked for any windows and found none, then began looking for some form of escape. Imagine how hard it would be catch up on his classes if he was gone for much longer than a few days. He began jostling the bars and tapping the walls and floors to see if there was anything to help him. If nothing else the noise would get the attention of anyone else here, though that might not be a good thing.

[User]
I woke up on a sparse bed in a dull grey room. I couldn't help but laugh, this was some rich shit. One of his friends went through a helluva lot of trouble to pull this off. After about an hour of thinking about revenge, it began to sink in. None of my friends were assholish enough to leave me locked up in a room for hours on end. I stood and began pacing. I started to panic, hot tears running down my cheeks. I wiped my eyes and stood, was that...tapping? I walked over to the wall I thought the sound was coming from.
 "Is anyone there?" I shouted.

[Assistant]
I looked at the guy who had shouted. He seemed confused about what was going on. Just as clueless as me. Perhaps even moreso, considering I may have been taken to jail for public intoxication. Considering the things I've done while wasted, I was lucky this hadn't happened sooner.

I said nothing to him. In fact, I looked away fast. He could be here because of drug use, and his cluelessness could be the drugs.

Then, of course, there were a couple girls in the cell also. Or maybe cross dressing men, but pretty damn convincing. If men were with women in a cell, this wasn't a normal US prison or even holding cell.

Then I heard what sounded like a mix between footsteps and metal hitting against concrete. The sound was coming from a door outside of the holding cell. I stared at this door as the footsteps drew closer, but was startled when the door was kicked open from the other side.

And in walked men. Seemingly normal men, wearing big metal suits. Machine, metal suits. It was...power armor. Shit, just like in video games, but there was something familiar about these particular metal suits. The creepy kind of familiar.

[User] Mikeal paused, someone else? "Yes, I'm Mikeal-" he was about to say more but he was interrupted by the sound of marching feet and a door being opened. Men with robot suits? That was odd. Not just any robot suits either, they looked as though he'd seen them before, though he couldn't remember from where. It didn't look like they were doing anything yet but doubtless that would soon change. Were they being moved somewhere? Well speaking up would probably be unwise, no need to aggravate his captors. Which meant waiting for his impending doom. Mikeal leaned against the back wall and waited. Yay.

[Assistant] Rena opened her eyes, staring into what seemed to be a cell and she just stared at the wall for a moment. "Bored." She muttered, beginning to look around and noticed that there were men and woman inside of the cell along with her. Ugh, my head feels like shit. She sighed, banging her head with her fist and flinching at the pain but quickly shaking it off. She was about to speak to them but decided not to and it was a good time too, since there seemed to be something coming near them. After a while, she saw that they were... Robots? No, men in robot suits. Her eyes widened a little bit but she still kept quiet, leaning forward and squinting. God damn it, where the fuck are my glasses now and anyways... where have I seen these creeps?

[User]
"Alright assholes." Said one of the armored men "I don't actually know why you're in here, so shut up follow us, and don't think you can run off. Commander wants to see you." He said as he walked up to the cell and unlocked it.

"Come on, lets go!" He ordered as he opened the cell door. I couldn't tell where he was looking, so maybe he wasn't even talking to me. Maybe only a specific one of us. Regardless, I slowly walked forward out of the cell. Slow enough that one of the guys grabbed me and pushed me further along. I didn't say anything. I didn't want to get shot or something worse.

[Assistant]
Asshole? Huh, rude isn't he. However, Rena's eyes glow as she realized where she was. An interesting place. A place where she knew no one and there were some guys in robot suits forcing then to go somewhere. Could this get any better?
 She quickly stood up, recollecting herself and touching her hair. Whoa, my hair isn't frizzy today... That's weird. Rena walks over to the men and followed them, not minding how rough they were being. Staring forward and at their guns, she looked around the oddly familiar place.

[User] Mikeal adjusted his glasses strap and silently stood, quickly following the other two people in front of him. He had absolutely no idea what was going on. He wanted to say something but he also didn't feel like getting beaten or shot so he vetoed the idea and instead followed silently. Just what kind of place was this? If these people didn't take them, then who had? So many questions and he had no idea how to get answers.

[Assistant]
"What the fuck are you looking at?" Said one of the men to Rena after he caught her staring at his gun "I'll show you a REAL big gun later."

The other men, hearing this, said nothing as they forced us along through more dimly lit hallways. I heard tortured screams coming from somewhere, and gunshots in another direction. Had terrorists captured us?

Then, I noticed something about the mercs. The power armor, despite the low levels of light, I noticed were white. And I saw the insignia on one merc's armor: A snake wrapped around a money sign.

When I first started role playing, I created a company of mercenaries and supernatural research. They had technological advancements nobody had as of yet figured out, such as power armor. They also had knowledge of, and even made deals with, mages and vampires, even allowing them into their ranks. A company called Maniacles Corporation.

And now I knew where I had seen these men before. I knew them when I envisioned them in my own head.

What the fuck? Was it coincidence?

As I came to this realization, however, just as we were coming into a room with who must be the commander. There was some kind of high tech computer embed in the wall, a map spread over a table, desk with a computer in the corner next to a water cooler, and the big snake and cash symbol on the wall opposite the computer.

"We have a new batch of idiots." Said one of the mercs to the commander, who was sitting at the table and drinking coffee. He was an upper middle aged man, though fit, with bigger arms than me back when I used to work out 6 days a week and drink creatine. He set his coffee down and walked up to us, giving a sigh.

"I swear, they get pussier and more out of shape every time." Said the commander "I don't know where any of you are from, who you are, and I don't care. This world is not what you remember, so I will be straight with you: you're being drafted. Don't bitch about it either, thats doing you a favor."

[User]
Alex was tired. Not that it was a huge problem, as Alex always felt tired. Unless he was behind a screen, he was not, to his surprise. After looking at the room, Alex had tried to sleep again, as it helped him escape the world. Alex was woken up by the voices of other people. Oh right, he was in a prison. He followed the guards, and tried to make himself seem as small as possible, not wanting to be shanked, or unliked.
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Shit. Fuck. I love those words. I probably use them too much. Oh. He called me an idiot, I thought, when the guard spoke up. I noticed a cup of what i thought to be coffee, or a really strong tea. I could really use either of those things right now. I love coffee. I shaked slightly when a man, or a bear, started to talk. This really looked high tech. He said bitch. Rude.

[Assistant]
"Hell, I don't like it either, making men out of little girls like all of you. We're a bit short on choices. The whole surface is fucked up." Said the commander, before the sound of gunshots were heard, followed by a man screaming.

A look of frustrated confusion came over the commanders face.

"What the hell?" He said, turning in the direction of those noises: the door opposite the one we came in.

I was frozen, saying nothing, not willing to even flinch. It was too much, that we would be drafted, the sounds of gunshots. And I knew something was about to break through that door any minute. Something or someone than could kill me.

And just like I predicted, the door blew off its hinges, and in walked a metal...organic thing. It walked on four robotic spider legs which, while metalic, ratained a disgusting bug like appearance somehow. The torso of a slim man led up from there to arms with weapons at the ends. One some kind of gun, attached crudely to its organic arms, and the other armed looked like it had a chainsaw. Tubes ran out of thiz creatures back to its shoulders. And the face, it didn't look human. It seemed mutilated, mishapen, gritting itz teeth unable to close its mouth.

It charged ahead at once, followed by other disgusting things just like it. The room exploded into gunfire. The mercs, firing on the cyborg monsters, seemed to need entire clips of ammo just to take one down. Their armor held up well, but the commander was not armored, but began shooting with his pistol, as if that could hurt one of these.

Knowing I had to do something, I dove behind the desk near to my right, panting with fear of being shot. What the fuck was happening? These things....how can they exist?

[User] I was mildly insulted by being called a little girl but it had happened often enough that it wasn't a big deal. What was a big deal on the other hand, was the weird spider metal thing that slammed through the door. Unfortunately it was also the door they'd come in through and seemingly the only way out of this room. Following the lead of the person who'd been in front of the line I dashed to the other side of the room as far away from those things as possible searching for another way out before those machine-hybrid monsters killed them all, as the soldiers seemed to be barely holding them off. I figured I should probably be panicking right now since my chances of living were pretty low at this point. Maybe playing all those video games would come in handy. Air vent? Secret wall or floor panel? Anything!?

[Assistant]
My head throbbed with pain. Past concussions and the sounds of desperate automatic rifle fire will do that to a guy.

But I couldn't help but notice another guy who had run from the organic-machine creatures. I could tell he was looking for an escape.

The door opposite of the one we came in had these fucking monsters coming through and attacking, but the one we had come in from was unguarded, with nobody to halt our escape as both parties were occupied with pumping each other with lead.

I made a beeline for the door we came in, dashing down one of the halls we had been marched down, but took an unknown turn. It waz a dark maze, and likely more mercs, or those cyborg things, would find us.


[System]
18

 Human Druid

 Male

William Drakkenshire is a 5'10 male with pale white skin and a thin, almost frail build. His eyes are as brown as his spiky hair, and he has a birthmark along his right eye of a magic rune that is the link between himself and the ancestral dragons that follow him. He has a medium sized nose, small pale lips, and a slightly rectangular head.

 He typically sports a brown, foot length tunic with a hood that can cast a shadow over his face entirely. The cloak is worn over a white cotton button-up shirt with long sleeves, and brown baggy work trousers. He also wears light sandals despite the harsh terrain and climate.

William comes down from an ancient line of druids that held their lives in the peaks of drake valley, said to be the last refuge of the everlasting dragons. Dragons themselves, even in such a hostile environment, are extremely rare and widely vary in appearance, form, and power, with only having in common their ancestor, affinity towards fire, and being reptiles. Their unique ancestory has been linked to these druids, who have specified their magic through their lineage to be in tune with various deceased yet powerful dragon spirits that have for one reason or another, watch over them. It should be noted that it is rare for dragons to achieve the sentience, let alone benevolence, to willingly accept such a rite. The last of his lineage, Drake has grown up with two dragon spirits, Ouroboros and Niddhoggr, both of which have granted William both unique and generic draconic spells and power. The region of Drake valley itself is a volcanic jungle, that even with the winter and lessened sun, the land remains volatile boiling with rivers of molten rock for the cold to penetrate. Leaving the ironic refuge that drake valley has become, if not for the dangerous volcanic activity and the wildlife, namely the surviving dragons, that not even the demons dare to conquer, Drake ventures to visit the crippled and dying kingdoms and has decided to put an end to the winter plague and Faust himself, confident in his power of dragons.

Enhancement
 He has qualities that resembles that of a mythological dragon. He cannot be burned by any conventional or extreme temperature or source of heat, however this does not include other factors from heat-based sources and weaponry, such as explosive force. This resistance has so far proven that he can stand and even submerge in molten iron without evidence to injury or discomfort aside from destroying his clothes and anything else on his person. Despite his slim appearance, he is deceiptively strong, capable of lifting a half of a ton.
His glowing eyes seem to allow him to see even in the darkest of rooms, though it also gives away his presence.

Blessing of the Sky Tyrant
 Sprouts a pair of bat-like wings along his back. He can also grow a reptilian tail with a naturally barbed tip with this ability as well.

 Song of Seething
He can Breath jets, or an explosive projectile of fire. The jet-like stream has a range of 9 meters while the projectile variant has an effective range of 15 meters and has the explosive force of a frag grenade.

Niddhoggr's Union
Transforms his hand/hands into 3 foot-long head/heads of afire-breathing dragon. These heads can also spew flames in the same matter as the above ability, as well as having a bite-force strong enough to bend iron.

Roar of the Dragon
Performs a roar-like shout that can create an AoE of strong force up to 8 meters.

Armor of the Scalelord
He can grow reptilian plated scales over his body that have a durability that can rival steel, as well as powerfully sharp claws that can dig into iron.

 Ouroboros's guard
He can summon a temporary partial spiritual manifestation of Ouroboros, who will often take the appearance of either one or multiple serpentine dragons that will either surround and protect William, or lash out to attack.

Equipment: A staff that helps him attune with his draconic powers and for walking.

Personality: He is a quiet, sarcastic and passive aggressive individual when it comes to people he hasn't warmed up to. Though he may open up more he will tend tend to have a sort of teasing personality.

[User]
Arelia trails along side him, "I have not been human for a very long time now. Once I was part human, but events that do not need to be disclosed to you occurred and have turned me into a pureblooded vampire... Not one of those horrible darkdwellers that burn in the sunlight..." She huffs, "Nasty bunch.."
She plays with a ball of snow in her hand, "I see where you are coming from, though. Tyranny can be quite the predicament." Sighing, she drops the snow.
"It's strange, not being human anymore. It might just be my age, but I have trouble sympathizing with them now." Arelia brushes a strand of hair from her face, sighing, "But enough about that. Who I am really is not important."

[Assistant] He watched her keep up and play with snow as she discussed briefly of herself. "Pureblood huh.." He paused, how old was she? so much so that she lost all connections with her original backround. He shook his head to himself as he opened the large door to the hay filled barn that was otherwise empty save for a makeshift bed at the second floor. "Home sweet home." He said sarcastically as he entered.

[User]
Arelia looks around the barn and smiles, "I love places like this..." She says, her eyes scanning the surrounding area. Cerberus sniffs around the room, still carrying the remains of the goblin arm, which at this point was mostly bone, and finds a nice pile of hay to rest on. He lays down and continues to gnaw on the arm.
Arelia hums a sigh and walks further into the barn, enjoying the smell of the hay. She walks around the barn slowly, eventually joining Cerberus on the pile of hay.
She adjusts the pile and lays back, closing her eyes.
She sighs heavily and sits back up.

[Assistant] Meanwhile william would undress his cloak, revealing his clothes to be baggy brown pants and a white cotton shirt. As he walked up the ramp to get to his bed he undid a few buttons of his shirt to loosen it, his pale chest exposed as he sat down onto his bed. "Love it? the place smells of horse crap." He added as he laid his head down on his pillow.

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"I remember growing up on a farm.." She says, "I have lost most of my human memories. They come back to me after I encounter certain sights, sounds, or smells." Arelia sighs. She rests her hand on her forehead for a moment, then pulls her hair out of it's braid, releasing the golden locks. She grabs a bundle of hay and drapes it over her like a blanket. Laying back, she begins to hum a lovely little lullaby. Cerberus curls up besides her, but doesn't sleep.
Eventually Arelia falls asleep.

[Assistant] The lullaby drifted William into slumber, slowly he would fall asleep, a quiet sleep he was as he drifted off, an arm hanging from his side.

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In the morning, Arelia awakens to find several little rodents curled up at her sides and over her.
She huffs a sigh, "Well, this is a predicament." She looks at the rodents, "Why must you be so difficult..." She says, moving slowly

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The sun rose, but the thick clouds obscured its warm rays from grazing the earth. The snow had stopped falling, but it was already 7 inches deep. Snow had poured into the barn, forcing its way through previously locked windows of the barn in certain sections. The twittering of winter birds would chirp in response to dawn.

As the low sunlight grazed my eyes William would slowly rise from his straw bed, yawning and stretching his arms as he got up. "Seems the storm has stopped." He muttered as He went to shut the snow-flowing windows. He then turned his attention to his partner.

[User] Arelia looks around at the creatures around her, then spots one of her favorite snacks. She looks up at the loft, and, not seeing anyone yet, she grabs the unsuspecting rodent, which was a rather plump squirrel, and bites down on it's neck. Paralyzing venom from her teeth numb the creature so it is not in pain, but she proceeds to drain it of blood. She then gives the corpse to her loyal companion. She licks her lips and spits out a bit of fur.

[Assistant] William would walk down to the lower floor of the barn, soon after her pet had consumed the rodent. "Sleep well I trust?" he asked, rubbing his eyes as he would put over his robes and adjusted his hood.

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"No," Arelia sighs, standing up and brushing off, "but that is normal. I rarely get a good night's sleep." She reaches behind her and begins to re-braid her long golden hair, which was quite a mess.
Cerberus bounces up and stretches, then runs a few laps around the interior of the barn.

[Assistant] The eyes of the young adult, now fully dressed, creaked the door open. His shoulders shuddered from the cold wind that followed. "The sun gets darker every day." He muttered. "So what should we do now?" He turned to the vampiress, having closed the door behind him.

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Arelia pulls her cloak over her shoulders, "Well, I suppose it'd be smart to collect the reward money for the mine job, now wouldn't it?"
"After that, I believe that I should be able to return to my home in the mountains. You are free to journey along with me, if you wish, but I warn you, it can be quite taxing." She comments, brushing off dust from her gown.

[Assistant] The druid nodded his cloaked head toward her in agreement. "I suppose it might benefit me if I go along, the idea of a difficult path doesn't bother me either." He stated as he once again opened the door of the barn. "Shall we then, Miss Arelia?"

[User] Arelia tosses her hood over her face and begins to walk, "You need to lead the way to the person to get the money and I lead the way to my home." She says, walking out into the cold snow.

[Assistant] Without another word he walked through the snow and back to the tavern, expecting her to follow. The moment they entered the same bartender perked up and approached the two. William handed a flier labeled "Goblins in dungeons, help below" To Miss Reina, who in return handed him a sum of gold coins in a burlac bag. The exchange was swift and without vocal communications, as both were far too familiar with the arrangement. Having obtained their reward, William handed the bag to Arelia and began to walk back to the snow. "We can split profits later, lead the way."

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Cerberus howls and pounces through the snow. "Awooooooo!" Arelia mimics with a laugh, "Lead the way, my furry friend!"
Remembering she has company, she clears her throat and composes herself, "Cer can always find his way home." She grins
Cerberus yips a reply and points the way.

[Assistant] William gave a bit of a smile at both her and her companion. "Well we shouldn't keep him waiting." He said as he walked alongside Arelia with the sleeves of his robes connected by his intertwining hands, as to keep warm. The druid kept his eyes on the sun that was blocked by thick clouds. Snow had begun to fall once more, but this storm was light and gentle.

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Arelia lets the snow fall on her, instead of blocking it like she normally does.
She smiles at Cerberus, "Don't stray too far ahead!" She calls to him.
He barks in reply and hangs back.
While walking she looks into her satchel and digs through it.
With a sharp intake of breath she pulls out a rather empty bottle and uncorks it, then drains it's contents in a quick gulp. She returns the cork to the bottle and puts it away.
Arelia draws her cloak closer around her, muttering a profanity under her breath.

[Assistant] William noticed her draw some liquid from a flask. He said nothing, but was a bit concerned when she vaguely heard a mutter. "Everything ok?" He inquired as snow flakes fluttered on his robes.

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"I will be fine." She insists, "I'm just running low on my... supply.." She hesitates, taking a look at the last full bottle she has.
"I may be able to sustain myself on animals, but I need... others at least once a week, or I begin to go.... ravenous." She mutters, tugging at her hair nervously.
Cerberus trots over to her and licks her free hand.

[Assistant] William didn't say a word to his vampire friend after her comment, he had to make note to help her get some animals in fear she may turn into a monster herself. He however, trusted her enough not to let that idea betray his service nor did he think any less of her for it. His work boots had by now dug deep in the snow as they now exited the town's wooden barrier

[User] Arelia huffs a sigh and trudges through the snow. Cerberus was now walking behind her, as she created a bit of a trench as she walks, due to the girth of her dress.

[Assistant] "So what kind of tricks do you have up your sleeve?" The druid asked as he pulled out his staff to help him traverse the cold snow. He had more trouble bearing with the cold then the vampiress and her dog as it seemed.

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She smirks, "I can control air, mostly," She explains, "I have control over the other elements.."
She turns the snow into a ball of water, kicks a small amount of dirt in the air, causing it to float, then sets it on fire with the tiniest spark.
She drops it all and sucks in some air.
"Goodness I'm out of practice...... Fire is... difficult for me to use... even with such a small spark such as that..."
She removes her hood and allows the snow to hit her face
"Air is my element, which is one of the reasons why I prefer high mountains.."

[Assistant] William nodded. "Impressive sorcery, I imagine it must have been difficult to obtain that wide variety of skill." He in contrast, pulled his hood further over his face to bear with the cold weather. "So how far is this place?"


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BASIC
Goes By: Maleficent (alter-ego)
Age: 5,739
Gender: Female
Race: Half-Sindarin, Half-Silvan Elf

APPEARANCE

Portrayed By: Angelina Jolie with a slight Russian accent
Hair Color: Dark, Auburn-Brown
Eye Color: Luminous Yellow-Green
Skin Tone: Porcelain Pale
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 119 lbs
Body Build: Tall and Slender

Wing-Cloak

Natural Elven Attire (with and without wings)

Battle Outfit

PERSONALITY

Likes: Humans, Elves, Dwarves, Happiness, Animals, Flying, Her Godsons
Dislikes: Chaos, Greed, Spiders, Darkness, Orcs, Sorrow
Strengths: Fighting, Beauty, Wisdom, Inspiration
Weaknesses: Mentions of Her Past, Loneliness, Anger
Fears: Losing Her Family, Her Past

Overall Personality:
Mysterious | Regal | Soft-Spoken | Larger Than Life | Elegant | Compassionate | Unpredictably Vicious

Everyone believed Saeril to be born a creature of chaos and pure evil, but they just do not know the true story. Rather than a woman who is evil, Saeril was instead a benevolent young woman of purity; she valued the peaceful nature on Middle-Earth, and she had a fierce passion of guarding various realms and its inhabitants. As a fierce protector, Saeril is a desired perfectionist, and a woman of her word; due to the despair and sorrow of even the most vulnerable of races, she focuses on finding the best intentions for them, even if it means to risk her life. As she suffers from a devastating past that involved the Deceiver's corruption upon her mind, Saeril is truly hurt and very lonely inside, interpreted by her amnesiac guilt for her crimes. Her ultimate goal was to redeem herself and dissipate her inner darkness.

However, she never anticipated this goal to be changed when she rekindled herself with her Dwarven godsons, Fili and Kili; she grew to care for them as a motherly figure, forming an adopted-parental bond with them. Despite herself being closest to the youngest, Kili, Saeril was devastated after witnessing Azog kill the eldest brother, causing her to scream in agony and grief. Determined to keep the youngest from falling into the same fate, she became strictly protective of Kili. As his blessed godparent, Saeril would do anything to keep him alive, and as a result, she went with him in many ventures, though she did not always agree with them. Regarding him, her bond with Kili was very strong, therefore her main goal was to keep him safe.

Saeril will not hesitate in giving others her blunt opinion, and she would often guide them when they are upset or need advice. Proud and proper she was, she will never bow to anyone she disagreed with. Evident by her relationship with Thorin Oakenshield, it's complicated when it comes to terms of trust; she betrayed him (as he claimed) by revealing the truth of the quest, and by "stealing" the starlight jewels from his treasure hoard for King Thranduil. Although she was claimed as not "trusting", Saeril openly showed that she cared a great deal for him, saving his life multiple times on different occasions.

BACKGROUND

Date of Birth: YT 1578
Place of Birth: Fangorn Forest, located north of Rohan
Social Ranking: Royalty (formerly)
Family:
- Kili Durin (Godson; alive) (Dwarf)
- Fili Durin (Godson; alive) (Dwarf)
- Dis Durin (Compadre; unknown) (Dwarf)
- Hermia (Mother; deceased) (Sindarin Elf)
- Lysander (Father; deceased) (Silvan Elf)
- Ulla (Aunt; deceased) (Sindarin Elf)
- Kinloch (Uncle; deceased) (Sindarin Elf)

Other Relations:
- Gandalf the Grey (Mentor; alive) (Maiar)
- Thorin II Oakenshield (Friend; alive) (Dwarf)
- Aragorn II Elessar (Friend; alive) (Man)
- Azog The Defiler (Enemy; alive) (Orc)
- Meliya Ardorion (Friend; alive) (Silvan Elf)

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"You were?" the attention of the three who the story had been meant for turned to Maleficent after she had spoken.
"But, the Pale Orc," Bilbo spoke up, not having heard anything about what had happened to Azog in the end. "What happened to him?"

[Assistant] "Azog was fierce. Sadistic and vicious", she began. "I witnessed his strike upon the king, and if Thorin hadn't tried, you all would not be here now. His victory gave him greatness, but it left a stone heart inside", Maleficent explained while she let Kili lay his head upon her leg as a pillow. "Except that the Defiler himself slunk back into the hole whence he came. That filth died of his wounds long ago", Thorin told them.

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Bilbo cleared his throat uncomfortably as Thorin walked past him, feeling bad for asking about it at all since it clearly upset the dwarf prince very much.

(Well, there's not much left in this scene so do you just want to go to the bit with the trolls now?)

[Assistant] Traveling wasn't a problem for Maleficent, even if she walked on foot. In the rain, through wind, there was no stopping her. The next night, as the dwarves set up camp, Maleficent seems to have stuck by Kili and Fili's side the whole time. So far, they were already friends, but there wasn't any parent-child affection yet. "Do us a favor, take this to the lads", Bofur instructed Bilbo. He takes the bowls of stew to the twins and fae as he goes to give the food to them. He sees they are both just standing and staring at the ponies."What's the matter?" "They were supposed to be looking after the ponies", Maleficent responded to him.

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"But uh, we've encountered a small problem." Fili cleared his throat awkwardly as they both still kept staring ahead at the ponies.
"We had sixteen, and now there's only fourteen..." Kili finished, his voice quiet.

[Assistant] "Daisy and Bungle are missing", Maleficent declared to the three of them after she looked at the remaining ponies. "Then that's not good. That is not good at all. Shouldn't we tell Thorin?", Bilbo was already shaking, feeling that something was not right.

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"Oh no, no!" Fili protested quickly, shaking his head. "Best not to worry him." in truth they didn't want to tell him because they were afraid of how he might react if he found out they had lost two of the ponies.
"Actually, as our official burglar we thought you might like to take a look into it." Kili interjected, smiling faintly at Bilbo. He hoped the hobbit would agree, then maybe they could find them and get them back before Thorin even noticed they were gone.

[Assistant] "Well, uh, it looks as if something big uprooted these trees. It's something very big, and possibly quite dangerous", Bilbo noted. "Hey, there's a light", Fili whispers to the others. They all move closer towards the light and ducked behind a fallen over tree. "Stay down" "What is it?" "Trolls", Maleficent firmly said to him, already disgusted by witnessing such creatures. But as Kili and Fili make a run for it to be closer to the trolls' campfire, "Wait!", she whispers harshly to stop them, but they kept going, making her groan in frustration. She followed them, but instead of walking, she flew instead in order to make herself more quieter. Bilbo was about to follow, but took the stew bowels with him.

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The group of them all quickly ducked behind the fallen tree as a mountain troll came stomping past, two more of the dwarves ponies swinging back and forth (and squealing in fright) beneath its' great bulky arms.
"He's got Myrtle and Minty!" Bilbo exclaimed, his lips pursing together as he made his mind up. He looked at the fae and the two dwarves and muttered quietly, though notably distressed by the thought. "I think they're going to eat them, we have to do something!"
"Yes, yes." Kili nodded in agreement as he and Fili took the two stew bowls from the hobbit's hands. "You should. Mountain trolls are slow and stupid, and you're so small they'd never see you!"

"N--No--No!" Bilbo tried to protest but the dark haired dwarf went on nodding insistently as he tried to convince the halfling that it would be safe for him to go into the troll's campsite.
"It's perfectly safe, we'll be right behind you!" he promised.

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"If you run into trouble, hoot twice like a barn owl, once like a brown owl", Fili instructed him as they kept reassuring him that it was okay to go into treachorous territory. "Twice like a barn owl, hoot twice like a brown, hoots like a, like a… Uh, are you sure this is a good idea?", Bilbo kept to keep their info in his head, but was still confused. However, as he turns around, he sees that Kili, Fili, and the Fae have ditched him. But, Maleficent didn't really leave him, she was hiding in one of the trees above him, letting the darkness camoflouge her.

But, the problem was that Bilbo didn't get very far, and was eventually caught by the trolls. All three of them. She kept her profile low in the tree, hoping to find an opening, but there wasn't one. That was until she heard a voice in the clearing...

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Having spotted that Bilbo was in trouble, Fili and Kili had made the decision that they would need to go back and get the others anyway. They couldn't leave their burglar to be eaten by trolls, that wouldn't be fair.

"Drop him!" Kili cried as he leapt out of the bushes, his sword held aloft.
"You wot?" exclaimed one of the trolls, looking rather bewildered by the sudden appearance of the young dwarf.
"I said, drop him!" Kili repeated forcefully, twirling his sword around as he glared up at the trolls. With their own shouts and cries, the other dwarves also leapt from their cover and charged at the trolls.

[Assistant] As the dwarves are fighting the trolls, Bilbo manages to steal a knife and free the ponies, but the trolls notice and grab him, holding him by his arms and legs. "Bilbo!", Kili exclaimed as he was about to run forward, but Thorin stops him. "No!" "Lay down your arms! Or we'll rip his off!" Reluctantly, Thorin drops his sword and the other dwarves follow suit. Maleficent narrows her eyes at their actions, and crouches down in the tree, balancing herself as she crawled like a cat stalking its prey, as she moved from her hiding place and onto a rock behind the trolls. Unintentionally, she saw Gandalf. Where has he been?

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The dwarves and Bilbo had now been put in quite the predicament. They were all bound up into individual burlap sacks, and some of them were then tied all together to a large branch which the troll who seemed to do all the cooking suspended over the crackling fire.

As the dwarves tried to beg for their release, the trolls ignored them and began debating how exactly they should cook their new found meal.
"Don't bother cookin' 'em!" protested the troll who seemed to be the youngest. "Let's just sit on 'em, and squash 'em into jelly!"
"No! They should be sauteed with a sprinkle of sage!" protested the cook troll, nodding to himself as he thought that sounded the best way to prepare them.
"Oh, well that does sound nice..." his companion agreed and the other remaining troll scowled and exclaimed loudly.
"Oh quit yer gripin' and get a move on already, dawn ain't far away. I don't fancy bein' turned tah stone!"

Hearing the troll proclaim this, Bilbo looked up and saw that the sun was beginning to rise over the hills and knew if he could stall then perhaps the trolls would turn to stone before they could be cooked, or squashed into jelly for that matter, and eaten.
"Wait, you are making a terrible mistake!" he proclaimed at the trolls as he leapt to his feet the best he could in the sack, shuffling forward.
"You can't reason with them, they're half-wits!" protested Bofur who was one of the dwarves being turned around on the pole over the fire.

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"Well, have you smelt them? You're gonna need something stronger than sage before you plate this lot up!", Bilbo shouted up at the three trolls. "What do you know about cooking dwarf?" "Shut up, and let the…uh, flurgerburbur-hobbit talk"Uh…the-the secret to cooking dwarf, is um...it's uh…the secret is…to…skin them first!", this just made things worse for the other thirteen dwarves. Anger and betrayal, they spoke. "What a load of rubbish! I've eaten plenty with their skins on. Scoff 'em I say, boots and all!" "He's right! Nothing wrong with a bit o' raw dwarf", one of them picks up Gloin.

Maleficent darted by above the trolls, along with another figure.

"Nice and crunchy" "Uh…not…not that one, he…he's infected!" "You what?" "Yeah he's got worms in his…tubes", he just drops the dwarf in disgust. "In-in fact, they all have. They're infested with parasites, it's a terrible business, I wouldn't risk it, I really wouldn't"


[System]
Female
Age 24
Appearance
5'6"
Lean flexible athletic build
Light skin (Japanese)
Appears to have shoulder length jet black slightly spikey hair from the front. However her hair splits into parts, taking the longer half and tying it together at the neck into a downwards facing ponytail that reaches her middle back.
Medium sized ahoge, more of angular/rigid spike shape, changes based on their mood/emotions. And electrical charge in battle.
Dark drab blueish-gray/steel left eye.
Yellow right eye with a slit shaped pupil.
Eyebrow over her left eye has a slit break in it towards the outer middle.
Irezumi tattoos:
Right arm- Nagasode style sleeve tattoo extending down to her wrist. Nara black wind bars for a background, with a green snake with a red belly coiling down her arm with it's head ending at her outer wrist.
Left arm- Shichibu style sleeve tattoo extending down to her middle forearm. Nara black wind bars for a background, with a blue snake with a yellow belly coiling up her arm with it's head resting on the front of her upper shoulder. Kanji for Mamushi 蝮 (pit viper) tattooed in black on the inner blank space of her forearm.
Back- Her entire back is covered in large nara black ink clouds for a background. And a large tattoo of the giant 8 headed and tailed snake Yamata no Orochi, various flowers, and lightning bolts in the foreground.
Slightly elongated fang canine teeth on the top and bottom as compared to normal people. Teeth are overall sharper.
Ear piercings- Left: Two slim steel rings on their lobe. Helix cuff.
Right: Circular silver stud on their lobe. Smaller steel cuff at the middle of the outer ear/lower helix.
Black painted nails.

Customized slightly oversized black leather asymmetrical moto jacket. Worn unzipped with belt hanging loose.
Steel curb chain necklace that extends down to her chest. Medium sized silver upside down cross pendant.
Zip-up black hoodie. Worn under her jacket with the hood laid over the jackets collar. Worn unzipped often with the sleeves pulled up to her elbows.
Vintage oversized heavy metal band T-shirts, some with the sleeves cut off. Worn over fishnet shirt. (Metallica, Slayer, Iron Maiden, Led Zeppelin, Megadeth)
Long sleeve black fishnet shirt. Sleeve extends into a fishnet fingerless gloves on the left but is cut off at the wrist on the right.
Silver signet ring on right middle finger with an upside down cross engraved in it.
Mokume-gane Ouroboros shaped ring with pink jeweled eyes on left index finger.
Steel cuban link chain bracelet on right wrist.
Steel studded black leather belt.
Steel chain hanging down at her right side. One end attached to a belt loop, the other to a pocket watch manadial.
Worn/faded slim dark indigo Japanese selvage denim jeans. (Black or stonewash alt. colors)
Black with white accents Onitsuka Tiger Mexico 66 running shoes.
Black calf length open toe and heel socks.

Secondary hairstyle reference (Somewhere in between the two)

Close type of ponytail style reference

Raiya specializes in destructive magic. She is a master of electrical spells, and ruinous spells. She has a great foundation in most all Catholic magics as well as some Japanese Zen Buddhist/Shinto magic. As with her fascination of Japan, she also has a great fascination with snakes and has developed snake themed fighting style and magic. Every so often she sheds her skin, this makes her immune to aging. With her magic powers, she also has the ability to control certain light metals.

Raiya's parents, Japanese immigrants, owned a successful Japanese cuisine restaurant chain in New York City. Both parents died in a burglary gone wrong leaving Raiya orphaned in infancy. With a large mana constitution, Raiya was immediately adopted by the Catholic cathedral and put into mage training. Growing up in the New York Cathedral, she always shadowed Felix and thought of him as her older brother. Raiya was always proficient in magic, and her studies reflected that. Raiya achieved the rank Grand-Mage at the age of seventeen. At the age of twenty she was sent with two other grand-magi to investigate the sudden disappearance of a remote village in Italy. The village was razed, not so much as a 2x4 left standing upright. Investigating the trace of mana waves left by the spell she made her way to a nearby mountain where she found on a cliff-side the definite point of origin of the spell. Looking around the point of origin she found footprints. The foot prints looked exactly like the sole tread of a typical Catholic Magi officer. The level of destruction and the fact that the mana waves left by the spell accounted for only one spell, coupled with the footprint meant the evidence pointed toward an Arch-mage or higher to be the cause of the destruction. Once she returned to the Vatican, she provided the evidence in a council meeting. The council thanked her for the evidence provided but stated that they would be conducting the investigation from then on. Even though the council told her to no longer investigate this issue, Raiya continued the investigation on her own. Looking into the records of those who were gone the night of the destruction of the remote village, she narrowed it down to two, Arch-mage Thadeus and Arch-mage Felix. After obtaining this information, Raiya investigated both Thadues and Felix's living quarters. She discovered that Felix had never even worn his uniform boots, as he wore his own more comfortable combat boots. Thadeus, on the other hand, did not have any other pairs of footwear besides the ones on his feet, which were the uniform boots. Learning of this information but knowing the Vatican council would never listen to her, she approached Felix whom she knew was innocent. She told Felix all of the information she had obtained, but Felix brushed her aside saying that the Vatican was conducting their own investigation and to go against their demands to keep the investigation within their selected team would mean excommunication, even if the information was correct. Felix told her that he would not tell anyone about her own investigation, but pleaded with her to keep quiet about the issue until the Vatican completed their investigation. Raiya couldn't believe what she was hearing, that her cold hard evidence was being brushed aside because of protocol. But what's more, that the investigation team was comprised with Thadeus's brother as a member meant surely that Thadeus would never be convicted of this crime. All of this put into perspective Raiya's membership with the magi, and soon after she left the magi and Catholicism altogether. When she left two others left with her, the other two grand-magi that were on her initial investigation team with her. Soon after they left, they returned to NYC. Because the Vatican saw them as Apostates, they froze all their accounts and social security information, forcing them to make money through means less savory. Instead of falling into despair, Raiya and her two peers adopted the shady lifestyle altogether. Through their magic abilities, it wasn't long before they were running the biggest criminal organization in NYC. Raiya still resides to this day in NYC with the other two magi as her right hand women.

Raiya is seemingly devoid of any positive emotion. Her normal demeanor could be described as aloof. She is seen as a hard nosed, unwavering leader. This makes her well respected by her subordinates in the gang she runs. Though, to those who know her well enough she can be lighthearted. She has a short temper and a low tolerance for annoyances. In her annoyed state she has no problem threatening her friends with one of her sushi knives she keeps in her inner coat pocket, or electrocuting them with her magic. She loves Japan, even though she wasn't raised there herself. Her fanaticism for Japan runs so deep that she has Japanese tattoos, and has even taught herself the language perfectly. She is an excellent chef and specializes in Japanese cuisine. Even though she isn't very sociable, the few friends she does have are kept close to her and she protects them.

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With one his revolvers still in the holster, Nemo kept spinning his main gun until the firework blasted. Nemo abruptly stopped the spin and began to fan fire off all six shots into the target. Once it was empty, Nemo didn't despawn the gun back to his inventory, instead he tossed it high into the air like a juggling pin and drew his other pistol. Nemo proceeded to fan off the second gun's cylinder full of lead into the target as well before catching his first revolver before it hit the ground. The entire ordeal was completely in roughly three seconds. The speed which Nemo fired made the shots almost seem automatic, except for the small break as he drew his next gun.

 After Raiya was done, Nemo spun his silver gun back into it's holster and began to reload his main gun. He had no doubt won the competition, but strangely Nemo wasn't filled with the familiar sensation of accomplishment and pride that he usually felt. Nemo looked over to Raiya now, realizing why. He had always been an extremely competitive person, but in this instance he had really hoped she would win. If winning meant that she would have to lose it really left a bad taste in his mouth.

 "Well, it was a pretty good try, Raiya, but there's a reason my skills have been so highly valued in my time. I certainly paid for them myself as well." Nemo said. "But at least I know people don't call you Lightning Raiya for your gun-play now." Nemo added, putting a hand over his mouth to hold back a chuckle.

[Assistant] Raiya's jaw dropped open as she witnessed the quick speed and accuracy of the shots fired by Nemo. After a moment of silence she bowed her head and held out her hand, spawning a white headband with an imperial japanese red rising sun in the center. She tied the headband around her forehead and knelt down on the ground, sitting down on her legs. She then held out her hand and spawned a traditional wakazashi short knife and pointed it towards her abdomen. "I should have known this would be the result... Well, Nemo, it has been a fun time. Saiyonara." She said as she began inching the blade closer to her abdomen.

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Nemo smacked the blade out of Raiya's hands, emitting nervous laughter as he patted her on the back and removed the headband. "Hey, but on the bright side, I'm sure I can teach you how to carve off some seconds on that trigger finger of yours. Don't be so glum!" He assured.

 "However Raiya, a deal is a deal, winning means you'll have to do a favor for me." He noted. "I can think of a couple different ideas, how about I cash that in right now?" Nemo proposed, marking his face with a sly grin.

[Assistant] Raiya picked up the dagger and the headband and stored them back in her inventory. Standing up, she gave an uncaring smile and shrugged. "Remember what I said, though. The favor has to be within reason. If it's too out there I still have the right to refuse." Raiya answered.

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"Well, I don't think it to be too complex, but you can say no if you want. I'm sure I could come up with something else later on." Nemo started. "I want to do something I've never really done before. I've always heard it's a pleasant experience, so I've been quite curious." Nemo explained.

 Nemo extended his arms out. "My favor is I want a hug." He stated. "And not a cheap one either, at least a good ten seconds so I can really take it in." Nemo added.

[Assistant] Raiya raised her right eyebrow, "I mean, it's not too much to ask. It's a bit weird, though." Raiya replied. She stood up and stretched out her arms indicating the offering of a hug.

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Nemo stepped over and embraced Raiya. She was shorter than him, so he had to lean over a little. He gripped her with gentle pressure, and soon all of his muscles seemed to relax. He let out a sigh and rested his head on her shoulder. "You're softer than I expected, Raiya." Nemo noted. "I was scared I wouldn't feel anything, but... I do feel something. I don't really know what, but it feels nice." He spoke softly. "It's even better than I had imagined."

 After a short pause Nemo spoke again. "You're a great partner Raiya. Once this mission is over I'll really miss you, but I know that's how things should be." All of the words he spoke seemed to be genuine, despite how strange they were coming from him.

[Assistant]
Despite Travis' mere protest, Felix still advised upon him to do what he could before they would eventually partake on their mission. After that, Felix left the hallway and presumably back where Zuri was resting. Travis took the moment to stare back at the memory case, eyeing the ebony mass coursing within it, contemplating what he was going to do.

Eventually reaching the lab again, Travis set the small crystalline cube table and lazily eased back into his chair and beamed at the ceiling. Emotions still churned within him. Guilt. Anger. Confusion. He was so sure and confident that the spell would have worked, perhaps more specifically and bluntly, what he was expecting to work. The reality of the matter was that the spell did its job correctly and was destroying the mysterious curse; the difference however was that the curse apparently served a different purpose and objective. It was the unknown element he had feared of running up against.

Travis clutched his face with his right hand and groaned. At the end of the day, despite the horrible outcome that could have manifested, this event was just another circumstance of trial and error. Now he had solve the new problem that stood before him.

"Fine then," Travis said has he quickly re-oriented himself and took hold of the memory case with both hands. Casting his light projection spell into the small box, a holographic image imitating that dark mass hovered above it. Lastly, he activated the Causality Scryer and adjusted the scheme to dissect the sample in its confines, "lets see what you're really made of."

[User]
Raiya had not had very much experience with physical contact. In the past, she'd utilized her feminine wiles to trick enemies into a false sense of security before she assassinated them. But other than that, she'd never so much as hugged anyone besides a family member. The closeness of Nemo's body combined with the warmth exuded from another human in such close proximity left Raiya flustered. She blushed briefly, but it was only long enough for Raiya to recompose herself. After what seemed like an hour, but was in reality only 25 seconds, Raiya herself broke the contact of the hug, slowly tugging herself away from the embrace.

 "W-well. You always have a place in the Crux gang if you want some work. We could still be teammates. You'd be a high ranking member right away, too." Raiya wasn't sure why she offered. Mostly, though, she assumed that she offered this position because Nemo was a valuable and strong asset to have around.


[System]
Personnel Dossier

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Age

27

Physical Evaluation

Standing at five-foot-seven with pink hair and cerulean eyes, Maeve would be a looker if not for her unkempt appearance and loose-fitting attire. She's been fighting and jury-rigging tech her whole life and her lack of empathy toward others comes through in her constant lack of facial expressiveness beyond a scowl or frown. She hasn't smiled in over fifteen years and it shows.

Psychological Profile

Cold
Fair
Honest
Impulsive
Lawful
Temperamental
Ruthless
Violent

Background Information

The three major factions represent at least seventy percent of the planets in the greater galaxy. Where Maeve grew up they never factored in. The Sol Union's rivalry with the Thedes Empire or its distrust with the North Star League were things you heard about on Luon Prime from people who wanted to start a new leaf, break new bread, and just get away from intergalactic geo-politics. After all, Luon Prime was basically a nowhere planet, formed by the kind of people who wanted to play by their own rules and feign responsibility.

But where the greatest freedom came, so too did the greatest trials. Snake Bigby ran his planet tightly and where freedom came so too did trouble. Brigands and slavers, marauders and thieves, hustlers and enroachers; you name the type of problem and they came to Luon Prime eventually. Maeve's father was one such person, though the details were murky and Maeve didn't ask much. All she knew is that her father came for a second chance and before she was born became one of the more successful tin stars on the planet. Maeve's mother was an engineer, a mechanic. Born on Luon and committed to never leaving Luon, and it was through her that Maeve was taught everything from tuning a good firearm to using a toolkit on a frame to make sure it could sputter through the next fight.

There were constant worries growing up. Her parents protected the sector five line on the planet from bad people and worse creatures. It was only ironic that her father was shot and killed in front of her, at dinner, when she was fourteen-years-old rather than in the field doing his job as a man of law. Maeve can't even recall much of it. 'cept the man she tracked down for years after-the-fact that did the deed.

In a normal world she would've followed in her father's footsteps, stayed on Luon after she buried the man that ruined her life. But she couldn't stomach it. Somehow she moved on and found herself a member of a crew. Gamblers of Vox Fortuna. Some of them had helped her track down who she was looking for and she owed favors and she found comforting to do something with some passive idea of purpose. This was four years—four galactic cycles—ago. She still is amongst gamblers. Might be a gambler until she's in the ground like her father is.Exoframe

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Designation

Lone Star

Weight Class

Heavy

Description

Obadiah Puckett, Maeve's paternal grandfather, was the first one to fly the Lone Star. A heavy bipedal maiden standing at about 35.6 feet willing to dish out as much damage as it can take, it has served in countless conflicts from well before Andrew Puckett arrived on Luon Prime and married an engineer who knew how to patch up two generations of damage and retrofitted outdated power capacitors with better ones. It is a exoframe meant to be a damage dealer with various slots for exterior back-mounted armaments. The armor is thick, though it is one of the slower and less versatile exoframes based on some of Maeve's contemporaries among her fellow gamblers.

Equipment and Armament

The Lone Star, as described, is about dealing damage and taking damage. It may be exactly why Maeve survived the battle with her lifelong enemy and came out on top, but a lot of the bruising the Lone Star took in a fight that it was outgunned and outnumbered still remain. The power capacitors need upgrades, the armor is in imperfect shape, and the radar system works imperfectly. But Maeve has little money to her name and is in dire need of a credit line. The systems that work efficiently can be surmised below.

* Twin-Mounted ExoStarr™ Light Guns: The twin light machineguns that sit underneath the maw of the pilot's cabin are the first line of offense for the Lone Star. Plasma-infused shells spin at a fast rate to cause integral armor damage to Maeve's enemies.

* SCORPIO™ Heavy Rockets: Largely out-paced by the competing Hornet Hunter Seeker Missles, Mbraxo's stronghold over explosive processing centers on several planets allows them to produce more of them even if they aren't as efficient. A good pilot can upgrade the targeting system, anyway, right? It's a constant thought for Maeve, but Mbraxo rockets are cheap and plentiful and they get the job done.

* Heavy Armor Plating (50% INTEGRITY): It needs a new sheet of metal, but the Lone Star's armor is one of the benefits of its model and the modifications made through three generations of pilots. Nobody has killed a pilot while they are in the machine yet.

* Silverstar Light Rail Gun (OUT OF ORDER): Technically inoperable due to a lack of maintenance and power routing, the Silverstar Light Rail Gun is almost two generations old and the last time the Lone Star used it in a fight Maeve wouldn't even born for another twelve years. She's thought about updating it and repairing it, but railguns are as expensive as they are powerful.

[User]
Location: Hall, Fortuna | In Transit

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"What's your problem? Don't you look before you walk?"

"Well I-"

"Huh? Can't hear you. Speak up."

Shit. She was in control. How could such a lithe woman be so scary?

"S-sorry," He muttered, overly embarrassed by being flustered by the girl. "I wasn't paying attention thanks to that awful food and-" he stopped himself, realizing she really didn't give a shit. "But yeah, it's my fault. I was just heading towards the hangar."

[Assistant]
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Meal Hall, Fortuna | In Transit
February 21st, 3061

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"Whole day's full of luxuries, doc. " Mox chimed, popping another cube into her mouth. Chewing and swallowing without pulling a face was an exercise in discipline. "It's just about jumpin' the lil' gaps between them."

Life on the Vox Fortuna could be tumultuous in the best of times, but that was the lot, right? If the worst thing that happened to her today was that her food needed more salt, well, that'd be just peachy.

It would also be a fair sight better than what William's day was shaping up to be. She listened to the doc pitch her latest medical scheme to him, and he, of course, ate it all up without a second thought, or so much as an inkling as to what it actually was. That did more to test Mox's composure than a plate full of bland gray cubes. Theirs was not a tight ship, beholden to the rules and regulations of proper civilization. No one was going to slap doc Thompson with a malpractice suit for…going a few extra miles. She was a smart woman, no doubt, and every synonym for cunning, but there was something in the way she handled herself, how she fit into the shoddy little world around them that seemed off.

It reminded Mox of people she didn't know anymore. In a way, it made her hate Andrea Thompson, deeply.

"Don't prick'im too hard, doc," Mox said with a flawless grin. "Heaven knows we need the lil' chicken-bot out there."

[User]
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 Yalta Station Airlock | In Orbit over Arish IV
February 14th, 3061

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Captain Deckard Jones leaned against the hexagonal wall of the umbilical cord connecting the Fortuna to Yalta Station. If things had gone how he'd hoped the station's crew would've been using it to shuttle N-1 fuel cells to his ship's depleted engine. Instead the cord was empty, save for himself and his irate first officer. Madeline Lyon hadn't said a word since the two of them left Mr. Ducaine's office, but she didn't have to. Deck had learned to read Lyon's catalog of scowls through thirty-odd years together. And this? This was her angry scowl.

Deck cleared his throat to break the silence. "I don't like it any more than you do," he began, refusing to make eye contact. "But you heard the man: we don't refuel if we don't do this job."

Mads kept her lips pursed as she stared daggers into her captain's skull. The heat of embarrassment built up in his face, as if her gaze had stripped him down to his skivvies. He huffed, pushing off the wall to pace from one side of the corridor to the other. "Five million credits and a full tank, Mads. That contract with AM Ventures we're chasin' pays the same over three months. And this'll take us, what, a day? We're practically robbin' this guy!" He threw his hands up, risking a peek over his shoulder at Lyons' expression. It hadn't changed.

With a sigh, Jones' arms dropped back down to his side. He wished they could've just docked with the station, filled up the tank and gone on their merry way. He wished that Ducaine asshole hadn't declined their purchase and dragged Deck over to his office on Yalta Station with his 'humble proposal.' The man was a slimeball, that much was obvious. He wrapped himself in extravagance and spoke with a practiced swagger. Jones was a wheeler and dealer himself, in a way- he could recognize one of his ilk in an instant. Still, what else could he do? Ducaine had all the cards.

"Say something, damn it!" He yelled.

"He's lying." She replied, her tone even and restrained. "The situation's more complicated than he's making it out to be."

The captain put on his best grin. "We'll play this careful like, Mads, I swear. you know me: I always got somethin' up my sleeve." When her expression finally wavered Jones knew he had her beat. He turned away, then, and started up the umbillical cord toward the Fortuna. He lifted a finger to his ear to activate his ship-wide comlink. "Captain to exo-pilots, assemble in the hangar and prep your Frames for deployment. We got ourselves a contract. Will debrief you all when I get there."

[Assistant]
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Cafeteria, Fortuna | In Orbit over Arish IV
February 21st, 3061

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"A lovely viewpoint, Ms. Holliday. I wish I was still as young and—"

Captain to exo-pilots, assemble in the hangar and prep your Frames for deployment. We got ourselves a contract. Will debrief you all when I get there.

She took a long, deep breath and let it out in a satisfied sigh, a small smile plastering itself to her face. "I would love to continue this conversation, truly. Perhaps later?" Then, shoving her tray to the side—she really didn't know how many nutrient cubes she'd eaten at this point but she really, genuinely didn't care—she shoved her chair back and stood, giving Mox a nod and then turning to William, the smile on her face growing just a little wider. "Tomorrow then, little prince!" Turning her back on them, she quickstepped over to the cafeteria door and rammed it open. The smile on her face stayed.

Inasmuch as she could really feel emotions, there was one pumping through her right now: anticipation. She hadn't been on a battlefield—a real, military battlefield (she'd been a Major, right? It was sometimes hard to remember)—in quite a long time. But still, every time she headed to where her beloved was resting, she felt her pulse quicken at the thought of mounting up again.

It wasn't long until she made it to the hangar. She'd almost run there, after all, and it was still mostly empty. Finally she reached her goal: on the far left side, two from the edge, was a monolithic beast of metal and bad news. She stroked it gently. "The joints are looking decent," she muttered to herself. "Hopefully decent enough." Last time she'd taken Perses out for a spin, she'd ended up raining hellfire with her induction cannon, missile pods, machine guns and retrofitted plasma cannon all at the same time, and the left ankle joint had broken loose. It had been unusable since. But now? Good as...well, not good as new, but good enough. Her eyes flicked up to the barrel of the Thanatos folded up on its back. "Good. Excellent."

Now all she needed to do was wait for Captain Deckard and the other pilots to get down here for briefing.

Well, that and get in the thing.

Where's that ladder gone off to?

[User]
Location: Corridor Pathways, Fortuna | In Transit

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The pink-haired girl sighed irritably at the explanation she was given.

Of course he didn't look where he was going. The weak-handed apology didn't make her feel any better, though the fact he made it seem like he was running from the bad food in the cafeteria almost made her smile. The amount of times consuming the food on the station made her angry was too many to count, but at least the coffee did its job. Coffee she sorely needed. Without wanting to spend too much more time on idle conversation she decided here to get the conversation over with, besides, at least the pilot before her knew to be intimidated by her and rightly so.

"Yeah, the food sucks." She admitted as she tapped two of her fingers against her forearm in rhythm. "But I need a coffee. So. Later."

Before he knew it she would've been moving past him toward the cafeteria, thinking little of the encounter.


[System]
Title: -

Age: 11

Gender: Female

Personality: Senna is a happy sort of child, the kind that isn't easily brought down and who recovers quickly when they are. She's a survivalist by nature, a careful, practical girl who can be trusted to be reliable during tough situations. She has a certain, cat-like curiosity to her, but she is always sure to keep a handle on herself so that it doesn't get her into trouble. Her sense of adventure is strong, despite her general level-headedness.

She is a person who puts the most importance on self-interest, and considers the needs of others second. She's not above using underhanded tactics to keep herself going, and unlike what you would expect from someone her age, violence is not something she's a stranger to. Having lived most of her life toughing it out in the wilderness, concepts such as luxury or extravagance are lost on her, and she would be more than happy to enjoy a simple, peaceful sleep in the crook of a tree branch if the situation called for it.

When it comes to her interactions with others, Senna is sensible, and usually to the point. She does engage in basic deception, to the degree that benefits her, but is just as likely to display a simple honesty when she has no reason to lie. She has a tendency to subtly imitate or go along with others around her, more out of habit than anything else, and this does help her come off as more likeable where otherwise she may seem a little stiff.

She actually does have a sense of humour.

Biography: Orphaned at a young age by an epidemic, Senna was adopted by the local woodsman and hunter, often referred to as the "Shadowcat". He was somewhat of a local legend, but he had a weak spot for kids, and took her in as both his adopted daughter and his student. She took to him immediately, with his quiet coolness and the fleeting warmth of his smiles at the nightly campfires. She looked up to him, as the one who provided for her and who shared cool stories of the adventures of his youth.

From him, she learned the arts of the wilds, and how to live off the land. While she frequently visited the village, she spent much of her time out with her new father in the nearby forests. When she did spend time in the village, she was certainly well-liked by the people there, possibly because her biological parents were quite well liked as well before their demise. She was often jokingly called "Shadowkitten" because of the way she stuck to her adopted father like glue, stalking along in his shadow pretty much whenever they were together.

The older she grew, and the more she learned to do things herself, the more she started to help her father in his work. She never stopped learning, of course, and there was no chance of her catching up to her teacher anytime soon, but about when she reached the age of ten she begun to be able to manage hunts on her own. When she realized she could fend for herself, she would often go for long treks into the woods on her own, and had all sorts of adventures, ranging from the discovery of an ancient tower to a close encounter with a fearsome Grizzly Bear.

When word reached the village of the God's descent, along with it came information on some of the gods that were seen. From this, she learned of the existence of a Ranger Goddess, which perked her interest almost immediately. That said, she probably would never have left if it weren't for her teacher's urging, telling her she should go and make a name for herself under this new Goddess. The entrance to the Labyrinth was close, so she had no issue making her way there, and in contracting with the Goddess she sought.

Now, it was just a matter of what she wanted to do.

Skills:

Sharpened Instincts: Heightened intuition and senses, honed through a life of hunting and outdoor activities. While not on the level of her teacher, Senna is more than capable of using her instincts to seek out and avoid danger in her surroundings, and can usually determine when somebody means her ill will with nothing more than her intuition. She's a bit more perceptive than most, and can easily get a grasp for when something is "wrong" with a situation or place.

Hunting/Tracking: A necessary skill for somebody forced into her position, and a skill that was honed greatly under the tutelage of her Teacher. She can track targets across long distances, find signs of prey movements, or activity, and make use of a range of hunting techniques including trapping, tracking and skinning.

Aptitude and training in stealth is a given. Used for hiding one's presence and making use of environmental features to conceal themselves from detection by foes or allies alike. Control of the body and mind is very important, so a certain degree of natural calm and quiet is to be expected. Footsteps, breathing and movements can easily be masked, allowing for silent approaches or escapes, depending on the situation. Camouflage, misdirection and the hiding of motives are all also possible.

Ranged Combat: An invaluable skill for a hunter, allowing for a fast, accurate kill at a range, if you have the knack for it. With her sharp eyes, careful, calm nature and capable fingers, Senna found that she was more than capable of preforming in Archery and other forms of ranged fighting alike. Able to throw axes or spears effectively, due to her having some training in these areas. Doesn't apply to more complicated weapons, such as throwing knives or chakram.

Survival: A set of skills necessary for survival in the wilderness. Excluding those already mentioned, the skills included are basic first aid, herblore, fishing, wood carving, cooking, shelter creation, fire-starting and straightforward wilderness knowledge. Senna isn't an expert, but she can manage. Not effective at winning, but great at not dying.

Includes a capacity to move through the world and manipulate her limbs in complex manners, necessary for navigating terrain more complex than a clear, open meadow. Allows for feats of advanced mobility like tree-climbing, swimming and generally agile, acrobatic movements. As somebody who spent a great amount of her time outdoors, these skills came to her naturally. She's quite quick on her feet.

Guild: Cernunnos

Equipment:

Throwing Weapons: One steel-tipped spear, usable for throwing or melee combat. Two throwing axes with steel heads.

Bow: A beautiful, hand-crafted bow, perfectly suited for Senna's height. Includes a quiver and cleaning supplies, with 10 steel-tipped arrows on hand.

Survival Gear: Includes rope, string, a pot, a bedroll, fire-starting supplies, a skinning knife, a carving knife, some bandages (and herbs for cleaning wounds), salt, a large skin for water or alcohol, and some basic rations (Dried/Smoked Meats, fruit). Contained in a "Bag".

Currency: One gold, and five silver. Contained in a small, independent purse.

[User]
As Senna took out the flasks, Thoth's eyes lit up slightly and her face cleared up, the God walking forwards somewhat meekly to inspect them further. "...huh, it looks pretty low-level, but the craftsmanship behind it is beyond first rate. Hmph, I guess I still have a ways to go before it..." She mumbled under her breath contemplatively before straightening back up and nodding slightly.

"Those look like...well, I guess you could call them 'Basic Health Potions'." She explained, much of her earlier unease apparently absent while she was immersed in her subject of expertise, though not completely. "U-Um, so basically, they generate and propogate a magic formula through your body, but since the formula's embedded in the entire flask's contents, you'll need to drink the whole thing for it to have a proper effect. Only drinking half will make the effect of it be far less than half, because the magic formula doesn't show its full ability until it's completed...I-I can explain that better once one of you gets magic, because then Heka's allowed to tell you about magic."

"But...um...anyway, these two will basically heal wounds and things like that. It's not regeneration, but more like accelerated natural healing with a few downsides, like aging, taken out of the equation. These ones are what I like to call Basic-class, so they'll only really fix up minor wounds fully...er, but if you have any life-threatening ones, drinking one or two of these won't heal it fully, but it'll buy you more time. Does, um, does that make sense?"

Around that time, Thoth noticed she had more visitors, one of whom was a Guild member of hers who seemed to be incapable of moving.

"A-Ah! Wh-What happened! Why are you carrying him?! D-Did he get hit by a soul attack?! O-Oh, but I don't have the materials for a spiritual restoration potion, oh no, oh no, oh no..."

[Assistant]
Thankfully their path was clear and Alexander was able to put his sword away in short order as they exited the Labyrinth without further encounters. It was cumbersome, but he had also managed to bring both their pack and case up without Lynn's assistance. Sure it had involved a bit more rope behind Vincent to secure the pack to Vincent's chest, but at least they had all their belongings.

Besides, it's not like Alexander particularly cared how ridiculous they looked. He wasn't sure if Ares would appreciate one of her members returning in such an inglorious fashion, but he could deal with the fallout afterwards. So with plenty of eyes on him and his paralyzed teammate, Alexander made the trek up North.

Evidently he wasn't the first person to show up at Thoth's lab and he blinked in surprise at Senna's presence, not having thought the little archer would have any business at the alchemy God's lab. His eyes narrowed slightly at the vial in the God's hand, looking between it and his teammate, but Alexander ultimately didn't say anything on the matter.

He raised a hand to try and stop Thoth's panicked guesses, before he explained. "Nothing that serious. Just some paralyzation from the Poison Slime we encountered. Also, mind appraising this? It was covered by one of the Poison Slimes, not sure if it might have been contaminated." He held the flask out to Thoth for examination, and upon it being taken would begin to untie Vincent from himself.

[User]
Thoth blinked twice before taking a slight step towards Alexander to get a better look at the flasks he was holding. "...um, those look like Basic Health Potions, the same as the ones she found." The God explained, weakly pointing over at Senna. "I-I can't really tell if they're contaminated off the bat, but if you leave them with me for a bit, um, I can always take a look at them o-once I finish up making this base." She mumbled, indicating the cauldron filled with silver liquid that she had sampled mere seconds earlier.

A couple of seconds passed before Thoth paused again, turning back to face Alexander with a confused expression. "...w-wait, did you say he was paralyzed by a Poison Slime?" She asked, eyes wide. "Th-That's not possible. I watched through his eyes for a bit when all of you walked in the second floor...b-but I did have to look away to get back to working on my base. Those slimes you were fighting were just normal Poison Slimes though...th-they didn't have any difference in abilities from the last time, so they should have just put a poison attribute on. They, um, they couldn't have caused paralysis..."

[Assistant]
"Right," Alexander muttered as he left the vial with Thoth for the appraisal, "please do just that." He remembered Vincent's quickly afterwards and fished the other man's potion from a pocket and passed it over to Thoth as well. "This one too please."

He took her words into consideration and figured that as a Goddess her knowledge of the Labyrinth would be better than their own. Especially given she was supposed to be somewhat of a bookworm and intellectual if the rumors were correct. Thus Alexander didn't doubt her words and thought back to what had happened in the Labyrinth. "Well… I don't think there was anything on the vials since he grabbed them with his gloves on. Beyond that, he drank a bit of some antidote for the poison at first…"

His eyes narrowed in thought as he tried to recall the exact details of that moment, and after a moment he felt more certain. "Yeah, that's when his movements got a bit sluggish. The antidote wasn't fully effective or something since he downed the rest of it only a few moments later, and right after that was when he got fully immobilized." From the details he remembered it seemed to point at the antidote as the most likely culprit for Vincent's poisoning which was frankly a shitty trade-off.

While he waited for a response from the Goddess he also began to untie the pack and suit from Vincent, keeping the paralyzed adventurer propped up with a leg. "Reason aside, got anything to fix him up or will it pass with time?"

[User]
At Alexander's words, Thoth's expression abruptly changed, her confused state replaced as if she had an epiphany. "U-Um, I...I'll be right back!" She blurted out abruptly before running in the opposite direction of the adventurers, towards the back room of her lab. From where Alexander and friends stood, they'd be able to hear a few crashing noises, the sound of something heavy being knocked over, and a strange sizzling sound all emanate from the back room, until Thoth emerged about a minute and a half later.

Shuffling forwards and facing the ground, the God was quiet for several seconds before she managed to speak up. "...um, s-so, the antitoxin I made...might have accidentally gotten mixed with a paralytic I was working on by accident." She mumbled. "A-And...er...well, I don't have enough materials to make a new batch, so i-it's all I have for now. I-I'll be selling it at a discount though, since...um...since it paralyzes you. I don't have the supplies to make an antidote either, but it should wear off on its own in...a-a couple of hours."

As expected of potion master.

[Assistant]
Senna blinks silently through most of Thoth's explanation, but upon hearing "heals wounds", she smiles and nods sagely.

"I understand."

When a whole lot of others come in and start talking about all sorts of things, like soul attacks, and paralysis, Senna decides it would be the best time to slip out. So, nodding and smiling at Thoth and the others, she heads out the door and goes to search for Cernunnos. The flasks are replaced into her bag, and she treads lightly into the district that was home to the two trickier Goddesses.

Once there, she waits around a little to see if Cern would show herself. Because looking for her was hard.