[System]
Age: 8 years old

Sex: Male

Appearance:
As depicted in the picture above and stands roughly at 3ft 1 inch tall.

Role: Warrior (Scout) and Hunter

Abilities:

* Now you see me... - Due to his irregular choice of apparel, he tends to stand out in a group of normal goblins.
* ...Now you don't. - Even so, he is exceptionally skilled in keeping hidden and moving silently...well for a goblin that is.
* Griz be nimble. - Griz may not be as strong as most of the other warriors, but he sure is one of the fastest and most dexterous of them all.
* Hits *just* right. - Griz's choice of weaponry may not be intimidating like a morningstar or a battle axe, but he sure knows how to use them to maximum effect.
* Hunter's Intuition. - Griz is at home in the wilderness just as he is in the village. He is knowledgable in survival skills as well as hunting skills.
* Pyrophobic. - Due to an incident when he was a youngling, Griz is extremely wary around large open flames.

Clothing/Equipment:

* Black Hooded Cloak. - A cloak made from dyed leather modified to fit a goblin's diminutive size.
* Black Leather Shorts. - A pair of shorts made with dyed leather modified to fit a goblin's diminutive size.
* Cloth Hand and Foot Wraps. - Strips of cloth used to muffle and offer mild protection to the hands and feet.
* Iron Hunting Knife. - A simple single-edged knife meant for hunting animals. Griz's most reliable weapon.
* Wood Short Bow and Arrows. - Mundane bow and arrows made from the wood of the surrounding trees. Griz's favoured weapon.

[User]
In his opinion the social orders of other goblin tribes seemed strange, well at least strange for Twig that is. Greslarch had tracked the scouting party to the tribe after stumbling upon them as they transported their quarry. In retrospect neither Twig nor his battle-scarred companion were in a hurry to catch up to the hunters and scouts. Curiosity is what drove Twig to follow them, and he found the tribe strange because they seemed extremely organized and seemed to also follow a different philosophy or so he guessed.

Greslarch sniffed the ground and not paying attention bumped Twig through the underbrush and into view with a thump, from where they spied the goblins carrying the owlbear carcass. Swearing under his breath Twig tried to get up slowly, cursing his companions ignorance because he had blown their cover.

[Assistant]
Several members of the Forest Tribe on the fringes of the village saw an unfamiliar goblin poke through the bushes. In this tense atmosphere, the sudden arrival of a strange goblin caused much alarm, especially one with such strange eyes. He clearly wasn't a member of their tribe, but he also wasn't a member of any of their known enemies. Within a few minutes, scared farmers began racing back into the village with news about a stranger showing up.

"Griz, I'm gonna see who that is. You can come along if you like. And ladies, just- just visit me at my hut tomorrow. This is important." He ran off to the outskirts of town, happy to be away from the crowd. It wasn't that he didn't want attention from the females, but there was such a thing as too much at once, and it wasn't like his reputation as a good fighter and hunter was going to vanish in by the next morning. Without looking to see if anyone had followed him, Breden stopped to find a second crowd- much smaller than the one had just left- standing near a weird goblin and a large wolf. The crowd was only equipped with farm tools made of stone and wood, not much of a threat, but they numbered at least a dozen. The entire crowd was made up of older males and a couple of females. Given that males generally didn't farm if they could still hunt, this was to be expected.

"One side, please! Warrior with a metal sword coming through!" He kept the blade Koglan had forged for him sheathed, but he was ready to draw it at a moment's notice. The exotic goblin looked nothing like a Blue Foot. "Who are you, and why have you come?"

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Having pitchforks leveled at you doesn't exactly make for great introductions, Twig tentatively got up and noticed Greslarch step closer and being smart Twig glared at his companion "Down old friend I will call you when I need you!" Twig muttered so only Greslarch heard.

"Hmmph whatever brother" The wolf simply snorted and vanished into the trees, but Twig was distracted by a disturbance in the crowd as a voice called out. The goblin was male and had a metal sword sheathed at his side and after seeing Twig the goblin asked who he was and why he had come.

"I am Twig," he stated his eyes passing their gaze over the crowd "And I am the last Green-Eye and I have come in search of a new home" Twig gazed intently at the warrior.

"But I would also ask who you are?" Twig asked the goblin who addressed him.

[Assistant]
"A Green-Eye?! I-I'm Breden." He looked at Twig, seeing the reason why he was obviously called that. "That's- it's- it's very unusual to have a member of another tribe here. I heard that your tribe was either wiped out or were all druids or something. No one around here really knows what happened to your people, we only heard rumors. We didn't know you were real, even. Maybe it would help if you explained who the Green-Eyes are? Or were? And was it just me, or is that wolf yours? It doesn't look like it was acting like a normal wolf."

If he was a druid, this could be helpful for the Forest Tribe. That said, no group of druids ever took sides in a war without good cause, and it was rare that they interfered with the daily lives of the average goblins. He wasn't even sure if Twig was a druid or not, but his strange appearance certainly lent him a mystical air.

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"If we hadn't seen their scouts in our territory, I would have just thought the owlbear had just reached a bit out of her territory in search for better sources of food. But, unfortunately, this wasn't the case. The area we encountered her was a good distance away from where the latest sighting of a large predator was reported and was starving." Griz said as he deposited his entire share to the village granary. "Owlbears are one of the apex predators of the forest, they won't go out of their territory that far. Something pushed that owlbear out." Griz furrowed his brow and frowned at the thought. "A simple raiding party could probably scare off one...but not for long. I think we'll be facing a warband."

Breden was then distracted by a commotion outside.

"You go on ahead. I have to feed the gatherer before I go to Koglan. Do stay safe." Griz said while turning to the pregnant gobliness and gesturing her to follow. She follows him but grumbles under her breath about Griz not remembering her name.

[Assistant] "I am a druid," said Twig "But the wolf is normal I just have the ability to communicate with wolves." Twig continued fidgeting with his totem. "Greslarch is my companion" Twig proudly stated then peered quizzically at Breden and asked "Would you like to know anything else?" asked Twig still fidgeting with the snarling face of the wolf "I am without a home and all I have to offer is my and my companions protection." he offered.

[User]
@Blackmist16

Earlier...

"Sure thing, Griz. I'll meet you at Koglan's place if I have time." He looked back at the pregnant gobliness. She was clearly hungry and impatient. Strictly speaking, Griz was under no actual obligation to feed her, but if he had mated with her in the past few months, it was possible that she was carrying some of his children, along with those of at least one other male. While he couldn't be totally sure, if he got a good look at her younglings and one of them looked like him, it would be a sign that she had indeed helped him continue his line.

Presently...

"I'm sure the chief and many of my fellow goblins will have more questions for you, but you're welcome to come inside the village walls." He looked around, wary of the wolf. When there was no sign that it was going to return, he started to walk into the village walls, gesturing for Twig to follow close behind.

"You may want to know a bit more about us. We're called the Forest Tribe, and we just call our village, well, the village. Others call it the Forest Tribe village. The shaman says there are goblins in other places who also call themselves a "Forest Tribe", but they don't live anywhere near here. If you are indeed a druid, the shaman will want to see you. We'd be happy to have a druid on our side, but you may be called on to help us fight off other tribes, like the Blue Feet. If you don't want to get involved in that, I understand, but if you're gonna be one of us, you'd have to fight alongside the rest of us."

[Assistant] "I see," Twig glanced warily at the other goblins, still staring at him then skittered after Breden "If I do find a place within your village I will need Greslarch by my side" Twig said glancing into the trees then looked back at Breden, clearing his throat Twig motioned around them "Anyways I would be interested with speaking to your shaman and chief but what about you? You seem like the type to have a tale to tell" Twig asked inquisitively whilst keeping pace withe Breden.

[User] "If you explain that you need to have the wolf- Greslarch, was it? I'm sure the chief will let you keep him in the village. Until you have permission, it's best to keep him outside. As for where you'd live, you'd have to build a hut or we can see if there are any spares. Not sure where we'd put your wolf, but if he causes any trouble, we'd hold you responsible. And as for me, I just took part in a patrol where we killed an owlbear. It's the first great deed I've ever really been a part of."

[Assistant] "I would like that very much," scowling Twig thoughtfully paused before speaking "Although I don't require much in the way of a home since I haven't had one in quite some time. If your chief welcomes me to stay I will build the hut with only what I need since I cannot take too much from the forest, we must take what it gives and return what it's owed" Twig recited.

[User]
"That sounds a lot like what shaman says." Breden didn't really have much more to comment on it than that; mystic sayings and the ways of magic and nature were beyond him. Before much longer, they were at the shaman's hut, which was somewhat closer than that of the chief's.

"Our shaman- ours is female but her apprentice is a male if I'm not mistaken- should see you soon. If she approves of your being here, the chief almost certainly will."

[Assistant]
Griz had led the pregnant gatherer back to his hut and told her to wait for him outside.

"Why wait for me? Surely your other mates could have provided for you." Griz's voice emanated from within his home.

"I would have but one of them is a musclehead warrior too busy practicing his 'super move that'll defeat anything' and the other got eaten by a giant toad two weeks ago while he was fishing...poor Plu. I think you know him."

"Yeah. He gives me some of his fish sometimes. The poor fool didn't deserve that kind of fate. Hopefully, his spirit is welcomed to by the ancestors." Griz says before exiting his home with a pouch of dried strips of berries. The gatherer grins as the hunter gave her what she was craving. "Dried blueberries! My favorite!" Barely a second had passed before she ate a handful of the goods. "Grish. Yur da besht."

With the one carrying his bloodline satisfied, Griz excused himself and made his way to the blacksmith's home. Some of the others were already present, likely waiting for Koglan to finish whatever he was doing. Griz was no different and decided to lean on a wall while waiting.


[System]
Age: 36
Race: Human
Home Planet: Coruscant
Details: Bocri is allergic to bacta and as a result has had a number of injuries repaired with cybernetics.

[User]
Bocri Sauburc

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Bocri shot across the hanger floor, a blur to the clones, as he used the force to accelerate his speed. It was just in time as hundreds of blaster bolts split the air where had been, and where he would have been if he were an average human. The wall where he had stood turned nearly black in an instant as the energy of the bolts singed the plate and, in a couple of spots, buckled them slightly.

Helmeted heads were just starting to turn, tracking the blur of his movement, the ugly bulk of the blasters only a split second behind, as he reached the ladder that led to the control booth. He pushed down with the force and shot into the air, even as he slid his blaster back into its holster.

The catwalk shuddered as he landed with a thud. The clones below were moving more quickly now, some of them likely could figure out his next move. At this range a moving target would be hard to hit and the marksmen among them were already taking a knee. The hanger was fifty yards wide and the catwalk went the entire distance. Another force sprint was liable to tax him too much and make what was coming next nearly impossible.

He began to run, light sabre flashing as he batted away the bolts that were increasingly getting closer. The smell of ozone was so thick it overpowered the usual smell of maintenance chemicals and fuel cells. His whole vision was tinged red from the volume of energy that was coming his way.

One concussion grenade, then a second, he sent them spinning out into the hanger bay and watched as clones dove for cover before they exploded, sowing more chaos into the space. Angry shout - commands to fire - were faint below. The catwalk was absorbing some of the bolts and the heat was beginning to buckle, as the plates of the hanger bay wall had done.

He was dimly aware of Hirani trying to reach out to him through the force but he had no time to spare for her. This was no time for distraction. He was going to die here if he didn't put maximum effort into it. Once he was safe he would check on her.

Ahead of him the control booth door had shot open and in that instant he accelerated again, using the force to pull himself toward trooper who had stepped out, his blaster aimed at Bocris chest.

Bocri slammed into the clone and the two of them tumbled into the control room, bouncing off the wall and onto the floor. Bocri recovered first and his light sabre flashed, cleaving the clone from waist to shoulder as he tried to rise from the ground. There was pain in Bocris own shoulder and he spared a glance to see his flight suit was cut and blood was seeping through the material.

No time.

He lunged to his feet just in time to see several troopers below hurling concussion grenades upward at the open door. He tripped the switch door with a twitch of his hand and then yanked down the lever that controlled the magnetic shield protecting the hanger bay from the vacuum of space.

The grenades seemed to hang in the air for a brief moment before they, and everything else in the bay not attached to something, were sucked into space. One was lodged against a transport and the explosion blew a wing off the vessel. He could hear the screams of the clones, feel their terror - especially those he had known well - and the realization that they were going to die. Most had a brief moment of regret and that caught him off guard. A select few were angry, perhaps at their failure, be he would never know.

The Jedi star fighters were hurled into space, and the two large transports, one now burning, skittered across the floor after them before finally toppling into space. A rack of Republic fighters jerked violently at their mountings but held firm. Any number of other items went as well, all of it vanishing into the darkness beyond.

He slumped down on the only chair in the space and rested his head on the console for the moment. The better part of three hundred clones had been in the bay when he first started his run and now not a single one remained.

Why?

What had he missed? There was nothing logical about what had just happened. The Clones were a fundamental part of the Republic, as much as the Jedi, it made no sense.

"Bocri?" The tug at his mind snapped him back to the reality of his situation.

"Hirani. The clones turned on me," What else could he say. "I have vented the hanger bay. The landing party is all gone. Are you okay?"

[Assistant]
Hirani Blen

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The twi'lek knew she was heard but the lack of response from Bocri left her concerned. It wasn't a new thing for him to not answer her calls while engaged in battle, but this wasn't a typical scenario. They were being hunted by their own and she needed to tell him about this Order 66 and the clones sudden change in mindset. She could only hope that he was in a good position despite the chorus of explosions she was hearing.

The troopers were momentarily stunned from having been flung down the hallway and she took this moment to completely immobilize them. She kept her saber in her right hand, but did not ignite it while she walked briskly towards the fallen clones. Even though they meant to shoot her down, Hirani couldn't bring herself to use her deadly weapon against them. Raising her left arm, she reached out a with a slender purple hand towards the troops and pushed their bodies down into the floor, keeping them from reaching anything that would otherwise spell bad news for her. They struggled against her, she could feel it, but it wasn't particularly difficult for her to keep the five cloned men from rising.

She thought about removing their helmets and hitting their temples squarely with the hilt of her saber to knock them out but she ultimately decided she wanted to be more gentle than that. She was going to put them to sleep. Through the force she threw a blanket of calm over the men, willing their bodies to relax and tricking their brain into thinking it was time to sleep. One by one she waved her hand over their covered faces and felt their consciousness slip away into deep sleep. They would be like this long enough for her to return to her rooms, quickly retrieve some extremely important belongings, and make a swift getaway.

Once in her rooms, she grabbed her brown leather bag that she used to carry all of her medical supplies. In additional to various tools, bandages, medicines, and ointments, this also included numerous crystals and talismans that would amplify her healing abilities through the force. They were not as potent as the ones she used back in the Halls of Healing at the Jedi Temple, but they were potent enough for her to feel compelled to run back for and if they were going to be on the run, they would be invaluable.

In the midst of Hirani's packing, her hands slowed at the sudden rush of fear and panic from hundreds of clones. She called out again.

"Bocri?"

This time, he answered.

"Hirani. The clones turned on me. I have vented the hangar bay, the landing party is all gone. Are you ok?"

The relief she felt over his response was mixed with sorrow. Being thrust into the vacuum of space would be a painful death as their bodies fought to breathe while the cold emptiness of space sucked away their warmth.

"I am fine. I was forced to put some troopers to sleep as they tried to gun me down and I am in my room collecting some things should we need to break away from the ship. CC-9547 said 'Order 66 has been initiated' and we are to be executed for treason against the Republic?"

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Bocri Sauburc

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"I am fine. I was forced to put some troopers to sleep as they tried to gun me down and I am in my room collecting some things should we need to break away from the ship. CC-9547 said 'Order 66 has been initiated' and we are to be executed for treason against the Republic?"

What the crik was Order 66?... Bocri was having a hard time processing; between having just vented nearly three hundred people into space that he had known on a first name basis, the pain in his shoulder, and the slowly dawning knowledge that all the pain he had felt through the force was likely his Jedi comrades being slaughtered.

"I want to say they can't be serious but after what just happened down here..." His words dropped away as he hissed in pain. He drew a kolto bandage from his belt, one of the two he had, and worked it into place over his shoulder. The soothing sensation began at once and he swung his arm a couple times to ensure he could move freely. They were hardly out of trouble yet.

"The rest of the clones will be looking for us." He said as he projected his thoughts to Hirani once again. "We won't be able to get off this ship as long as they control the bridge. They'll blow us out of space."

He glanced up the steel plating above his head. The bridge was a long run from where he was, but not so far from Hirani. Between him and that bridge, somewhere on this ship, were another three hundred clones, give or take however many Hirani had dealt with. Perhaps if he got into the main ducts?

Not an original idea, but one that will skip the majority of the clones, I hope. He was musing to himself as he looked upward at the roof of the control cabin. One of the first things he had done when he came aboard was familiarize himself with every aspect of the ship in the off chance they had to repel boarders. Well, now he was the boarding party.

"Can you make it to the bridge?" He asked Hiarni. "I am going into the ducts and will make my way there. Will you be able to meet me?" It was a chance, but it was the only one they had at the moment.

He ignited his lightsaber, cut a hole in the ceiling, and leapt effortlessly into the vent above him; he began to run.

[Assistant]
Hirani Blen

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"I want to say they can't be serious but after what just happened down here…"

Hirani shared his sentiment, but something was just horribly wrong. A power play had been made from pieces they didn't even know were on the board. Through their bond, she felt the trickles of the pain he was feeling but she was confident it wasn't something that he couldn't handle on his own until she could see to him. As a healer, she couldn't help feeling compelled to see to his injuries at that moment. At this feeling, she finished packing her bag quickly, clasped it securely and flung it over her shoulder. They had to get to safety first.

The familiar call of Bocri reached out to her again. "The rest of the clones will be looking for us. We won't be able to get off this ship as long as they control the bridge. They'll blow us out of space."

Hirani sent her consciousness towards the bridge. It was only two floors above her with limited personnel inside but heavily protected by blast doors that would magnetically seal if engaged. She was no splicer, so hacking her way in wasn't an option if they were locked. She could melt the door slowly with her saber, but that would leave her vulnerable. Her last option would be to infiltrate the minds of one of the clones inside to make him open the doors for her, it was the fastest outcome for her.

"Can you make it to the bridge? I am going into the ducts and will make my way there. Will you be able to meet me?

"Yes, let's hope the doors aren't locked when we get there. Otherwise, it's not heavily manned if you have to take it by yourself. Just enough clones needed to monitor the ship and maintain our position in orbit." she replied.

Hirani tightened the strap of her bag so that it wouldn't swing wildly across her body as she moved and called to her right hand her saber that she had placed on the bed when she first re-entered the room. She stepped out into the hallway once more and borrowed the keycard from CC-9547's unconscious body so that she could hopefully access the bridge without alerting the pilots inside. As she took her first step away from the sleeping clones, she willed her body to move faster and force sprinted the rest of the way to the elevator. At its doors, she swiped the borrowed key card against the reader to instruct the machine to open. The clones must've taken it to her floor.

Ding.

The doors slowly opened to reveal the empty booth and Hirani extended a purple hand to the panel to direct the elevator to the top floor that housed the bridge.

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Bocri could have hugged whoever designed the Republics military fleet. The vents were large, not big enough for him to stand upright, but certainly large enough for him to move through at a quick jog while doubled over.

"Just enough clones needed to monitor the ship and maintain our position in orbit." Hirani was right, that meant there was still a considerable number of armed and dangerous troopers anywhere on the ship at this moment, and they were certainly looking for the two jedi.

"Be careful, see you soon. He replied quickly even as he launched himself upward into the vents of the next level. He knew that Master Kenobi has tried a similar trick on a Federation battle cruiser and the crew had been unable to track them, he hoped the Republic had not thought to correct that oversight.

His travel through the vents turned out to be a somewhat educational experience. There were multiple various types and it was quickly obvious he had chosen the heat exchange vents as blasts of hot air came ripping by on a regular basis. Sometimes it smelled of food, the galley venting, or sweaty feet, likely a sleeping quarters, once the smell of engine solvents, which could only be the small shuttle bay since the main bay was still venting into open space.

From time to time he could feel the presence of clones as they searched the ship. Interestingly enough, he could sense a measure of fear and panic among most of them. It seemed that they were well aware that the loss of surprise was not working in their favour. Once he paused to listen as a squad passed below him.

"They're both gone."

"That isn't good. I heard the medics can't wake CC-9547 and his squad from whatever Master Hirani did to them."

"I thought I had some idea of how strong they were, but I guess not. Five in a dead sleep we can't fix and hundreds vented to space by Master Bocri."

Their voices faded as they passed on. Behind them they left feelings of terror and anxiety. Part of Bocri was angry at the situation, but he was fairly certain that the clones were not responsible for what was happening. Not that it mattered, the only friend he had left on this ship was Hirani.

"Where are you?" He launched the question to Hirani. He could sense her closer now as he clambered up vents and gained deck levels. If he could join with her, they would be able to take the bridge quickly and quietly.


[System]
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Race: Elf

Appearance: Javier stands at a small height of 5'5", or at least small by his race and gender's average height. Although this doesn't really bother him. He has white hair and has dull grey eyes, a result from some sort of abnormal genes from his parents but he couldn't be too sure. From his chin and downwards, he has a white tattoo that was placed on him when he was just a young boy. While he isn't "body-builder" muscular, he has visible muscles thanks to the constant training he had to undergo in the guild and before. In jobs, he would usually wear light armor, given that he is an assassin, [refer to the picture above]. He would often carry two long and slim daggers with him, hidden in his person. A black bow may be found in his hands at times, but not too often. When he's not on a job though, he would often be seen in a beige shirt, pants, combat boots and black gloves.

Backstory: Abandoned when he was just an infant, Javier never knew his parents. He was picked up by the leader of a mercenary guild after finding the poor boy abandoned in the streets. It was more of finding another member than out of pity though. That's why Javier grew up with close to no morals at all except for being loyal and being dedicated to something you want to do. By the time that he was five, he was already taught things he had to know to live, like reading, writing and talking. By the time he was six, though, he was already taught how to wield a knife. As he grew older, the training just got progressively harder. He was placed under the care of Ovir, an assassin, to teach him what needs to be done as an apprentice of the guild.

Training was harsh but Javier endured. By the time he was eleven, he had already killed over ten people and infiltrated over sixteen houses. He murders in cold-blood. He has also felt like the guild is his family. While they're not exactly the caring type, they're fun to be around. This was also the time he had gained his tattoo since he is now seen as a full fledged member of the guild and not an apprentice.

A year later, however, King Darion had caught them and put everyone on trial. However, upon seeing Javier, a young teen at that time, he felt pity. Being the good king he is, he released the young man. But not without something in exchange. He asked if Javier was willing to join the Hunters. Javier was initially reluctant to accept since he is already part of a guild but King Darion mentioned that they were on death row. He will not have a place to live in anymore. Javier was convinced soon after that and decided to swear loyalty to King Darion and the Hunters.

Ever since joining up with the Hunters, his views on how he could live his life had changed. They were a bunch who truly cared for the kingdom, apparently. Although it did nothing to change his views on a life. That was the sad and harsh reality. But most did not mind since he had become more easygoing and fun to be around. He has skills too so that was a bonus for them. When he turned twenty, he started to actively learn Dark Magic. Not necromancy or blood magic or any of those stuff. He wants to bend the shadows to his will. Currently, he is able to cloak himself with darkness so that he will have a higher chance of sneaking around.

Personality: Javier is a generally passive guy when it comes to insults and criticisms. He would often be seen just smiling or laughing it off. It's more like he just couldn't care less of what others think of him. Although he does welcome criticism, especially in his work, skills, abilities so that he can further improve himself. He's a pretty nice guy and helpful as well. He's a pretty chill guy, often seen relaxing when not on a job. While he is dedicated to his job as a Hunter, he does love his rest times too. He adores children in his off time and spends time playing with them, given that they don't mind playing with an elf.

Javier is a cold-blooded killer. He feels nothing when he slips a knife into someone else's body. He feels nothing when blood is sprayed all over the ground. He feels nothing when they don't move. That's the type of killer Javier has been molded to become, and he honestly doesn't mind it. Since he is dedicated to his work, it just gives him an advantage over a lot of people. He doesn't hesitate to end someone's life for the sake of his job. He doesn't even care if it's right or not. He also doesn't care too much if something close to him dies since he knows everyone will die eventually.

Weapon skill/choice: Daggers, Bow, Dark Magic (basic)
Weapon picture: [See picture above]
Notable ability: An expert in stealth, knows basic dark magic

"A job is a job. An order is an order. Do it or die." - Master Ovir
"People eventually die anyway, so why should I care if someone dies?" - Javier Illivis
"Loyalty and Devotion. No mercy and remorse." - Mercenary Guild saying.

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As the sun cast an odd shadow on Orac's face he winced his eyes and glanced over at the Guild hall. "Suppose I better go and see if somebody wants me uh?"  he said to himself nonchalantly.

With that Orac walked slowly but gallantly over the sun baked stone towards the hall. Not caring that people were busy wandering through the streets Orac just seemed to bustle his way through without hindering a single person.

As he reached the line he glanced along, "about 7 people in front, jeez I am already sick of waiting." Orac was an impatient Elf and he wasn't afraid to show his anger and restlessness.

Finally he was next to go in-"Well here we go, my parents didn't want me when I was young let's see if I fair any better here."With that he pulled his hood down on his jacket and made his way in.

Once in the hall Orac was nearly but not quite speechless so many race, origins, backstory all in one room ready to take weapons, tools and friends on to quests and who knows what battles.

"I am here to join sir you won't be disappointed."  Orac said with haste to Ordmar one of the volunteer workers.

"We are the one's to decide who is worth and not, erm what is your name exactly?".

"Orac good sir and I would like to sign up please".And with that Ordmar gave him a quill and told him to sign on the line.

"That's it?, no questioning? No medical test? AWESOME!".
Orac signed.

[Assistant]
The air became lighter and lighter as more bodies signed and left the hall, few stayed but the room seemed less daunting. Every New-Blood had a personality, it was the first time he actually felt hope for the guild again. Many of the names burned his mind, he could see potential.
His eyes glanced across the full paper of recruits, it may have been the first in a long while that The Hunters were openly inviting people to join the ranks, but never had he expected such a turn out. Varioyn grabbed his cloak and walked around to a few that had stayed, introducing himself. No one seemed interested in becoming apart of conversation, he didn't blame them. Most were probably nervous for the inevitable join or boot that tomorrow would seek to provide.

The day after...

Varioyn rose and grabbed his cloak and swords, his gut twisted for those he was going to have to let go today. Varioyn was a kind man, not one to fancy bringing senseless pain to others, it was a great honor to be in the guild, at least among the humans of Drovia, it gave anyone respect no matter the race.

As he walked down stairs he noticed yet again the large crowd gathered in the Hall of Remembrance, he stopped and looked around. "Where in the hell is Javier.." he thought to himself. He shrugged it off, seeing how he may have better things to do than train a bunch of new bloods.

"Hello again everyone, I hope you slept well in anticipation for your tests.." Varioyn gave a slight smirk. "I'm afraid to inform you that Head-Master will not be joining us on this day as he has a important deliverer mission that was urgent for the Kings men." Varioyn's face molded back into a stern seriousness that he was partly afraid might make the crowd uncomfortable. He tried to lighten up. "As Head-Master explained yesterday, you have all signed up and now will begin your trials.. We will start with the intellectual trials. A test if you will." He was surprised to not here an uproar of groans and agony set forth by education that he was so used to from his younger brethren. Varioyn laid he sword on the large wooden table across from the first of the crowd. "There is old language, even I do not know on this blade, it was given to me but a old Etlock friend of mine. By his word he said it is a shard of a much larger sword called Illikorav, or 'Blood Cleaver' In Giant, now I speak of this because your first question is. Who was the first Titan, born of ash and also known as the Father of the giants? Varioyn panned the group as the question set it. Your second question is How was the Hunters guild come to be? A simpler question he thought, but it opened the end of history not normally studied. He looked down at his pencil scratched paper, that was the last question provided by Ash. He looked up quickly not to give his struggled facial expression away. Last question.. What city must you never step foot in, for it is the source of all death and darkness? He looked up to the map on the wall behind him, to the west past Lothadia.. Darkness. Varioyn moved out of his seat and looked around. Once those are answered, we will move on.

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(Pondering, Meshiro stared down at his paper and pencil with a blank expression. Suddenly, the lad began blurting out in one of his random self rants.)

"Taha! A test of smarts, right? Childs play... Eh.. Even though I am a child, but... Alright. Ehh.. Time to answer I guess, signori."

Titan Oric was born of ash...
Well, the hunters...

(Meshiro was interrupted by a sudden yet familiar musty stench permeating his nostrils. On his side, he caught glimpse of a looming Etlock gazing at his answer sheet from above.)

"Huh? I can smell you inching closer, and closer, so listen big fella', back off my paper before I bonk you with my staff, ok? Eh, I guess only one of us will be a hunter after all, so no worries. Teehaha."

(Said Meshiro to the now embarrassed Etlock on his right. The Etlock cocked his head in the other direction, flushed with steam billowing from out his nostrils. The Etlock then started to cheat off a nearby elf paper. However, now that Meshiro is looking around, he could find so many individuals cheating. There was one human using some sort of unusual body language with his comrade to communicate answers. There was an elf holding a toxin-tipped arrow into the side of a human sitting next to him, forcing the human to cough up answers. An Etlock towards the corner of the room hung his unnecessarily shiny buckler shield against the wall at an angle that allowed him to see answers in the reflection of the shiny rampart.)

"Seems everyone is cheating in some way."

Anyways... The hunters started off as an elite crew of assassins made to dispatch adversaries of the old king, but now have been reformed into trained guards of the land.

Lastly, the 'Burg'. Mhm, Finished!

"Godspeed ya bub. See ya later, if ya pass! Teehahaha!"

(Shouted the youngling as he trudged off, staff in hand.)

[Assistant]
Privy stared down at his piece of paper, his axe friend looking over it with him. Privy began writing the answers to the questions provided, occasionally whispering to Cliff for some assistance with this test. Cliff was the more intelligent one of this duo, while Privy was everything else.

I know that it was Oric that was born of ash, I do know that... but why was the Hunter's guild created...?

Privy whispered to Cliff. They signed up under the same list so it wasn't technically cheating.

"Cliff, what do I put for the second one...?"
"... fuck man I don't know. They were assassins or something right?"
"Were they? That would make some sense..."

Privy wrote down that they were assassins at some point hired by the king, who later... um... fuck.

"Cliff, why are they still around?"
"... James we both know you found me in a trinket store, how would I know? What did you write..."
"I wrote that they were assassins hired by the king, that's all I had."
"... um... the king found another use for their services or something like that?"

Privy wrote down that the king found another use of their services after they fulfilled their need as assassins.

Last one... which town...? Oh it's the Burg.

Privy finished the test as he and Cliff turned in his exam and left.

"... you failed didn't you?"
"I at least got one I think."

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Javier was sent to round up a bunch of bandits and take them to jail with minimal bloodshed. It was quite difficult, given how barbaric and aggressive they were towards outsiders. Good thing he was with a bunch of other experienced Hunters. They were able to incapacitate the bandits without killing any of them. The leader of the bandits was quite a person, that was for sure. Very different from who Javier worked for before.

Boss Rodevic was quite a kind man. After his surrender, he kept quiet and didn't resist. He knew he couldn't escape so he hushed his own guild while they were being transported. Rodevic was in no way honorable nor was he merciful, but he was at least a smart man. Smart enough to know when he is defeated. This leader, however, kept on struggling against his binds as he and his team was being sent to the capital for their trial. He kept on spouting off insults like the Hunters present would even care what he said. They were sent and they would do their job. That was it.

They had dropped off the gang and after making sure that the guards had them, they left for the Hall of Remembrance. They talked among each other about the new recruits. This should be their next day after the sign-ups. A test, if they remembered correctly. The white haired male silently listened though, as they moved in their carriage. Soon enough, the Hall of Remembrance was in sight. Loading off their supplies, they headed through the other doors so that they wouldn't meet the mass of new-bloods.

Javier peered from the second floor. There were a lot of them. Some would surely not get into the guild because... well because they couldn't get everyone in there. Some caught his eye. Like that tall Etlock over there. There were other smaller people. As expected, they were taking the test. It is quite easy if you knew at least the basics. Well, to be perfectly honest, he almost failed at this one mostly because he was just a mercenary. The second question threw him way off but he was briefed about it thanks to the King.

He descended from the stairs silently and took his place beside Varioyn. He kept his head down as he did so and asked, "Is there anything for me to do Varioyn?"


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Team SOUL
Age: 15 (19 in image)

Appearance:

5'7" upon entering the Academy, 5'11" upon graduation. Has a tattoo of a dragon spiraling along his left arm, starting at his wrist and its head coming to rest on his left pectoral.

Weapon:

Semblance: Electricity - Can discharge electrical currents through physical contact, or channel it through his sword, albeit for reduced potency.

Background: A resident of Vacuo, a harsh, desert-like region of Remnant. Growing up posed any number of challenges for Soren, even with modern amenities readily available. Droughts and food shortages were common in his early years, yet he was lucky enough to survive through to his teenage years. Once he was old enough to join, he traveled to the Orion Combat School in Vacuo's western districts, doing fairly well despite having no prior training. After finishing at Orion, he would travel to Beacon Academy to further his training. He is currently attending with hopes of making some kind of name for himself, to be able to provide for his family and younger siblings back home.

Name: Ulyssa Jove

Age: 14 (18 in image)

Appearance:

Weapon: Short, curved blade as shown in her picture. Depending on her Semblance, it can gain different effects.

Semblance: Drawing from her Dust Cards strapped to her headband, Ulyssa can create any number of effects in a fight, ranging from Dust imbued attacks to herself or allies, to things like temporary speed boosts. She is only capable of drawing 3 cards, they come at random, and each effect lasts 90 seconds.

Background: Hailing from Mistral, Ulyssa has more or less been raised and trained to fight Grimm. Having both a Huntsman mother and father, and being an only child, she was instructed on how to fight from an early age. With her unique Semblance, she even managed to fight Grimm prior to ever enrolling in a combat school, albeit at the side of both of her seasoned parents. When she finally enrolled in the school, she was ahead of the other students and graduated with top marks, much to the delight of her parents. Now she's at Beacon Academy though, surrounded by plenty of other able-bodied students. She wants to make her parents proud and excel, but can she do so here?

Team RAVN

Name: Noriko Kade

Age: 21

Gender: Female

Appearance:

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So this was how they were going to act around one another huh? Perhaps it might have been best not to team up if this was how they were going to be. That was Soren's idea, but Ulyssa appeared to be determined for their being a team to still happen, meaning they would have to somehow deal with the bickering siblings. Sighing to himself he rubbed at his head, glancing over at Owyn with half-lidded eyes as he did so. "Try to get along with her, okay? We've got enough stuff going on without you two fighting." He was probably a bit biased here, siding with the person he'd first met, but he was of the opinion Lyra was a better person anyways. Something about Owyn just bothered him, whether it was the way he carried himself or the air about him, it reminded him a lot of the nobles back home.

"How about we all try to get along, not just them?" Ulyssa interjected, smiling tightly as she folded her hands at her waist, "I don't know what the problem is, but we'll leave that aside and move forward, as a team, understood?" She didn't want to come across as demanding or oppressive, but her future as a Huntsmen depended in part on how her team performed; if they were constantly fighting among themselves then their cohesion as a group would fail, and their team as a whole would suffer for it. She supposed she could always go into solo work once they graduated, but she'd much more prefer to have teammates she could rely on. "Now then, perhaps we could get going?"

That was Ulyssa's earnest hope, to just get moving and be done with this Indoctrination. Hearing Ozpin's voice suddenly echo through the forest didn't instill a sense of optimism in her, and she was astonished to learn their stay here had been elongated. Could they even do that? They had been given specific directions going into this, was it fair to change the rules now? Perhaps not, but she had to remind herself that things would not always go as planned; the life of a Huntsmen was a dangerous one, and perhaps this was the Headmaster's way of simulating that, by throwing an unexpected turn of events their way. Yes that would explain it, and if that was the case she would accept their decision with enthusiasm, eager for a chance to prove herself. It did not appear however that everyone shared her enthusiasm.

"That seems unreasonable, don't you think? We're all in this together, whether we're on the same team or not. Why would any other student attack us?" Ulyssa asked with a frown, regarding Owyn with an annoyed glance, "If we're to stay here then we could possibly form an alliance, strength in numbers. Just because we've made our team doesn't mean we can't work with anyone else." Perhaps this was a man's pride at play, maybe Owyn was simply reluctant to work with others; Owyn could also simply not wish to have to fight anyone else, slim as it may be, on risk of being shown up by someone else. Surprisingly enough Lyra was in agreement with her brother, meaning they now had half their group for leaving. Weighing the options mentally she tried to come to a decision, her eyes widening seeing Owyn already walking off. Just where did he think he was going?!

Well this was nice, seemed as though Owyn was making their decision for them. Since the siblings had already decided to leave the temple Soren opted to follow, not particularly caring where they ended up. So long as they made some kind of progress, particularly the kind involving not dying, he was fine with it. "Does us no good to sit here and shout, there's more coming," Soren said as he placed his hands into his pockets, following after Owyn into the far corridor. With Ulyssa and Lyra following suit they were well out of the courtyard by the time the other students arrived, perhaps a bit more than slightly confused at finding no one else there. No doubt they would notice two pieces already claimed however, and it would be interesting to see their own team form. That wasn't what they were here for though, and they really ought to focus on getting themselves prepared for the days to come.

"First order of business should be to establish some kind of base, and from there we can delegate duties to each member," Ulyssa said aloud, picking up her pace to catch up to Owyn, "Which means you have to slow down and wait for us, you've got teammates to consider now. Running ahead blindly isn't going to help anyone." If they meant to make it through the next 3 days without problems they had to be mindful of where they went, and how they approached the situation. They would need shelter, food, and a means of protecting themselves from the Grimm. Just because they could fight the beasts didn't mean they should, as fatigue would take its toll with constant fighting. The ideal situation then, Ulyssa reasoned, was to find somewhere out of reach from those beasts, and from there form their base. "What does everyone have for a particular skill set? If we can figure that out now then we'll know what jobs each of us is suited for."

"I can hunt, so I can handle food if you'd like," Soren offered, reaching back and tapping the handle of his sword, "Not too used to doing it in forests though, but I should be able to make it work. I'll also help throw together a shelter we need it." One benefit of being poorer he supposed, you had plenty in the way of survival skills. Sure he had an actual roof over his head back home, but he'd gone out and camped in the wilderness simply for fun on occasion, or as a challenge with some of his friends. What had been just simple children's games could now prove invaluable to their survival, if given the chance to use them. "And... I think I should hunt anyways, I can handle myself in a fight just fine. Makes more sense to send me out."

[Assistant]
Lyra sighed as Owyn once again turned a whole group into catering to his whims just because he chose to act as an individual. She warned them. They could have gotten rid of him or something, but they didn't. She moved with her team once the other two decided to leave as well, letting Ulyssa take the lead, glad that somebody else was showing leadership traits. Somebody needed to trump Owyn, and she was fairly certain that it could never be her. Ulyssa on the other hand? Very possible. Maybe she could knock him down a peg.

"You're right. We need to do all of those things. You can get fire stuff ready," He delegated, looking to her with a 'tell me you can't' challenge.

Lyra rolled her eyes and looked to Soren, knowing exactly where her place was in this party. "I can hunt!" She exclaimed brightly, completely positive that this was her calling in their mini-tribe of four. "I'm really good at being quiet, climbing, and my bow doesn't damage the meat," She pointed out, glancing to Soren's rifle-sword. "Not to mention my eyes are great and I can see in the dark."

"You? Quiet?" Owyn asked, cocking his head as he'd overheard. "Please. Just because you weigh nothing doesn't mean you're stealthy. Not to mention, you don't ever stop talking."

She didn't give him the validation of replying. By now, Lyra was more than used to his antagonizing and condescending tones. She looked back to Soren, "I'd love to at least give a try. I've never actually hunted, but I know I'd be good at it. Plus," The girl's ears twitched slightly, "I've got a bit of a meat tooth." She pointed out, snickering at her own pun. Owyn let out an audible, exasperated sigh of irritation. Her laughter cut off quickly and she just scowled at him, but he wasn't looking so she kind of just left the good mood behind again. With more than a little bit of bitterness, she asked, "And what are you going to be doing?"

He smiled and rolled his eyes. "Stand watch and supervise, of course. Somebody has to keep an eye on the actual site that we're gonna be using so that no Grimm or other students come try to take it for themselves."

Lyra didn't seem so impressed, swiveling her gaze back to Soren as if to ask, 'you see what I deal with now?' She shrugged, callous now to his arrogant and almost freeloading attitude. Her hand ran absently through her hair for a moment as they left the temple, shaking her head to clear out the agitation caused by Owyn.

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Soren just wanted to get this underway, he didn't much care for what he did. The only reason that hunting had been the first thing he thought of was from experience in doing so, and being able to fight of Grimm. But then he also knew his limits, and going out alone into the wilderness would spell a death sentence, even for him. He had been about to propose that someone else join him when Lyra suggested she hunt in his stead, even with no prior experience in it. Meeting her glance uncertainly for a moment he let out a sigh, then turning his focus to Owyn when the other boy was questioned. Supervise? Was that it? And then what did that mean Ulyssa was doing? Hm, perhaps he and Lyra should hunt, and the other two could sort out whatever their plan was.

"Or, you help me put up some kind of shelter and these two go hunt," Ulyssa interjected, reaching over and grabbing Owyn's shirt, pulling him to her side, "I know a gentleman like you would never leave a woman to fend for herself, right? And he certainly wouldn't make her do all the work, unless he's got a superiority complex and is too good for that work?" Smiling slyly she then released her teammate, clapping her hands together in a dusting motion before placing them on her hips. "I think that sounds like a better idea! It makes sense for both you two to go anyways, that way you get a chance to learn to hunt Lyra," she continued, then looking up at Soren and pointing up at his face, "And you, make sure she makes it back safe, okay? I saw how you fight, she shouldn't have so much as a scratch on her when she returns." If they had three days to go then they needed to stay completely healthy, meaning even the most minimal of injuries couldn't be afforded; she didn't feel the need to tell Soren to be careful, she wasn't too concerned about him.

"Alright, alright, jeez... She'll come back without any injury, you have my word," Soren said defensively as he looked away, crossing his arms over his chest, "Fair warning, neither of you expect a huge meal tonight. There's no telling what we'll find out there, could be a buffet or could be one measly squirrel." One of the luxuries of being in a city he supposed, you knew where to get food and how consistent it would be. An sure, back home it was relatively consistent still, but the small vendors and shops in his town paled in comparison to the sprawling stores here in Vale. Slipping his weapon out of its holster on his back, Soren gave it a flick to extend the blade to full length, and resting it over his shoulder he turned and started walking into the brush. "Come on Lyra, keep close. Don't know where Grimm might be lurking."

There, everyone was happy with that decision it seemed! Or almost everyone, there was a distinct feeling in the air that Owyn was displeased. Though they were teammates and should be supportive Ulyssa found it difficult to worry about his pettiness, more keen on making their group work than pleasing everyone. "Good luck you two, bring us back something tasty!" she called, smiling as she waved after the pair. Once they were out of sight she folded her hands together once more, surveying their immediate area for something to work with. They weren't going to set up camp right here, but she figured they could at least grab some useful bits if they spotted any. "Let me think... I read once in a book that using branches and fronds is an excellent way of making a shelter, so maybe we should look for those..." Ulyssa mumbled, walking over to a dead tree and giving it a tap with her knuckles to see how solid it was. Dead, but still good, hopefully it would work well for them. Brandishing her sword she jumped up a couple of times and sliced some branches free, smiling as she pointed to them on the ground. "Carry them and be a dear? I'll gather and you haul, seems like a fair deal don't you think?" she asked, her smile taking on a more teasing note as she tilted her head, "Unless it's too much work for the man?"


[System]
Appearance Description:
Mikayla is a rather petite mage who barely stands at 5"1, but she still has a habit of looking down on others. She has to at least spend thirty minutes on her long brown hair everyday, to make sure each curl or wave is exactly the way she wants it. Her grey eyes are often framed by long lashes, thanks to the power of mascara. Her pale complexion is possible because of her diligence, sunscreen, and a cute pink umbrella she totes on sunny days. Aside from mascara, blush, and lipstick, she doesn't put on too much make up because she thinks that it will ruin her already beautiful face. One could only begrudgingly admit she is pretty, but the same cannot be said about her personality.

Age:
16

Gender:
Female

Orientation:
Heterosexual

Mage or Familiar:
Mage

Magic Type:
Electricity

Known Spells:
Summon

Partner:
Alice Amanda Anette Anderson

Personality:
Mikayla was self absorbed, yet somewhat talented. She might actually be a pretty quick learner if she applied herself more, at least, that is what her past teachers had written on her past report cards. She was also manipulative, selfish, and overall unlikable. The only people who would hang out with her are desperate guys who do her bidding, or girls who were both terrified and jealous of her, waiting to stab her in the back. However, she is surprisingly aware of her situation and makes the most of it. She makes sure that no one could get close to her and uses insults as a defense mechanism.

But of course, underneath the confidence and iciness, is a lonely, insecure girl. Maybe... Somewhere? Like really, really deep down.

Biography:
On a warm, humid July afternoon, the first and only child was born into the Iovine family. The baby was frail and sickly, but she was still better off than her mother who soon died after giving birth. The father, a semi-wealthy business man in the cosmetic industry, was heartbroken and scared. He had just lost his wife, but he might soon lose his daughter as well. Thankfully, after a few days in the hospital, her health began to improve. He named his beloved child, Mikayla, a reminder of his beautiful wife, Kayla.

Kayla grew up in Maefeld for her entire life. Her father was often busy with business meetings and work, but she occupied her time with her cornucopia of toys. He would get her anything she wanted because she was the only family that she had. Growing up, she became proud of her looks because of the compliments given to her by her father's work associates and her caretakers. It especially made her happy to hear that she "looked exactly like her mother", a gorgeous model she only got to learn about in stories and from magazine photos.

When she started attending school, she used to be rather popular. She was a bright enough student to do well in her classes, pretty enough to attract attention from boys, and she was always dressed in the nicest clothes. Of course, with popularity comes jealousy. Many of the girls in her school disliked her but pretended to be her friends to get close to her. It took her a while to catch on that they were actually talking behind her back and secretly doing petty things like hiding her textbooks. Although, Mikayla was discouraged at first, she did not take their meanness, lying down. While, it might have been better for her to confront her teachers about it, she began to give them a taste of their own medicine instead. She began to turn the girls against each other with lies, and it turned out their friendship was as superficial as they were. Learning her lesson, she decided that she would only use people to get what she wanted and to never let anyone close to her again. Friendship was only a weakness.

There was not a single person who had not heard about St. Fortuna's Academy for the Higher Arts. Mikayla, well aware of the prestige of the academy, was quite insistent on getting in. Her father was a bit hesitant at first, since it would be the first time Mikayla was away from home. But after much persuasion and begging on her part, he agreed with hopes that it would help her daughter mature in some way. He had hired the best tutors for her to help her write her essay, and prep her in general so she would be able to do well in the prestigious school. If she was able to maintain her grades and not get into trouble, she would be able to stay.

Likes:
Shopping, cute clothes, diamonds, cheesy movies, frozen yogurt, and getting what she wants

Dislikes:
Spicy foods, getting her clothes dirty, horrifically sunny days, not having things go her way, and quite honestly, too many things to list. "At least I tried."

Points: 10 (+7)
Proficiency: 6
Intelligence: 2
Athletics: 2

Misc.:

Owns a chihuahua named Mimi.
Is really good at reciting the alphabet backwards.

Password: F R 3 N C H F R 1 3 $ (french fries. Sorry.)

1. What is your character's dream career?

Fashion model. Nothing trashy though, she has too much pride to have the whole world see her in her underwear or worse... naked!

2. Your character is caught telling a lie/cheating. How do they react?

"What ever are you talking about?" she asks, pursing her lips and batting her eyelashes innocently.

3. Your character finds out someone close to them has been lying to them. How do they react?

"It depends on the lie. If it isn't that bad, I could ignore it. But if it is, I'd find a way to destroy them. It's only fair."

4. If your character were given $50, what would they do with it?

"Only $50? That is like only enough to buy an 'okay' make up brush. I'll need at least $100 to actually do something."

5. Someone close to your character gives them something very important and asks them to hold on to it until they come back. However, your character somehow loses it. What do they do?

"Duh, just buy them a new one. They wouldn't even know the difference,"

6. Your character is given the chance to perfect any one talent. What do they choose?

"Hm... I am pretty perfect as it is... but if I had to choose, my daddy says I should work on my 'attitude', whatever he means by that."

7. What is your character's favourite book or movie genre? Why?

She likes trashy romantic comedy. "Who doesn't love Ryan Reynolds in The Proposal?"

8. Who does your character admire/look up to?

Her mother

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Lilac de Blanc

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After about fifteen minutes in the shower, Lilac turned the water knob off. They certainly didn't slack off on the infrastructure department. The bathroom was designed really nicely that it reminded her of her own fancy bathroom back home. Of course, here, they didn't have a bathtub that she could relax it but she figured that would cause problems as the bathroom was shared between two people.

Grabbing the white towel provided, she began drying herself up. She didn't know that there was a knock on the door as the sound of the running water obscured it from her notice. So, she took her time putting on her bra and panties before putting on a fresh new white dress.

As she was clothing herself, she heard a knock on the sliding wall. Thankfully, the boy had the sense to knock first like she had told him to or else he would see her in a half-dressed state, which would certainly be embarrassing for both parties involved.

Then, before she could answer back, Marth shouted through the door. "Lilac, a volunteer just came by saying the monster hunting class is now mandatory for all, I also have something I need to talk to you about as well!"

Her expression quickly turned into a frown. Did she really hear him right? Monster hunting class had become mandatory?

After she finished dressing up, she quickly slid the door open, finding Marth on the other side waiting for her.

"What did you just say? That the monster hunting class has become mandatory?" she asked him. She tried to put on her interrogative face as she didn't want to believe it, but inside, worries began to pop out in her mind. What if it were true? Then she had to spend hours chasing and fighting against monsters throughout the whole year. She didn't come to this academy for that!

[Assistant]
Talia Nitro

Talia looked at all of the other electives as she talked to Leo. There were a lot of electives but she had one choice left, since Monster Hunting already occupied one of her choices.

"Please just call me Leo. 'Mister' makes me sound old." Leo said with some sternness to it. "Oh sorry, I'll keep that in mind next time." That was obviously something he did not like, so she made herself a mental note to stay away from the word mister.

She looked at the range of the electives again and was having trouble deciding. On one hand she enjoyed music, on the other she also wanted to make art, and on the third hand, she wanted to learn how to cook also, a useful life skill indeed. She thought over the choices. She did like music, but probably not the kind this school would teach, since she mainly listened to electronic music, trap, dubstep, and a few other genres, but she tended to stay away from that old timey instrumental stuff. She decided music was not the right fit for her.

It was really between art and cooking then. She hit a fork in the road. She could not make up her mind, that is until Leo spoke up about what he was picking. "So I've decided on Monster Hunting and Cooking. What about you, Talia?" She spoke up eagerly and flustered a bit, "Y-Yeah what a coincidence?! I was planning on taking cooking too!" She was not planning on taking cooking. "Yeah, I think it will help down the line…" She looked down and hurriedly circle Cooking along with Monster Hunting and handed her sheet to one of the guides. Upon obtaining her sheet one of the guides said "Well enjoy yer stay," as they both left. (Did I get the accent right XP)

She took her bags to her side of the room and set them down next to the bed, then she promptly laid back on the bed and sighed, what an eventful day it had been.

[User]
Marth Carter

Marth stood on the other side with a neutral face while Lilac had a frown, his perception of the situation was spot on as she was a little flustered. "Yeah, a volunteer just came by and told me." Marth said. Marth saw the worry on her face and confirming what he just said didn't seem like it would help. "It won't be all that bad, we most likely are gonna be working in pairs so I'll try and pull the physical weight if your that worried" Marth said trying to put Lilac at ease.

He couldn't really do the class without Lilac putting in effort, "At least give it a shot, I can't exactly do good if your not at least trying a bit, just think of it more as extra magic practice" marth said trying to show his willingness to cooperate. Hopefully it wasn't super extrenuous activity they would be doing.

He almost had forgot what he has to ask lilac, "Oh I also wanted to ask you what your ambitions...that is if you don't mind? I just thought maybe it would be good to know each others goals and possibly assist in completing it... Marth said scratching his head again, though it is a god question it can sometimes be a rather deep one some people might not want to tell a person they just recently met.

[Assistant]
Lilac de Blanc

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Lilac's frown didn't disappear when Marth comforted her, saying that he would help her in the tiring physical tasks. She never liked relying to others. Sure, she had maids cleaning her room and washing her clothes back home but she saw them as servants that she didn't owe anything to. They got paid after all. But here, the situation was different. Marth was her partner, her equal. To rely on him made her feel like she was dependant on him, and she didn't like that notion at all.

Lilac huffed angrily when Marth brought up the notion that she wouldn't try hard. Of course she would! She always tried her best in any classes she attended, whether she liked it or not! She was quite insulted in him thinking that she was some lazy student!

"Of course I'll try!" she responded, her eyes glaring at her partner. "Do you take me for some lazy, good-for-nothing student?"

"And as for your question..." she paused for a moment, crossing her arms below her chest as she thought what to say. Then, she looked back up to Marth's eyes and said, "My only wish is to study magic and to master it someday. Nothing more, nothing less."

[User]
It was fair to say that Mikayla was a bit upset. When she had arrived at her stop on the train, no one had noticed her and no one had the decency to offer to help her carry her luggage. Putting modern feminism aside, Mikayla had a habit of over-packing and the girl was small. Perhaps a few kind souls had looked her way and had intended on helping her, but her icy glares must of scared them off. She was also wearing boots with a high, stiletto-y heels and unfortunately, these boots were not meant for walking, making her trip all the more difficult. Anyhow, someway or another, she managed to reach the school in time for the speech in the Sun Room even though it did ruin her new boots.

As students began to pair off, Mikayla could not help but wonder what her partner would be like. Having your first Familiar was a big deal. A part of her wondered if maybe they would be friends. But she quickly silenced those unnecessary thoughts. "You're not here to make friends, you're here to be one of the best," she reminded herself mentally. Still, she scanned the room for potential partners. Every once in a while, she would think,"Oh, he's kind of cute." But then he would be quickly paired off with some other person.

Finally after what felt like forever, they announced,

"Mikayla Iovine and Alice Anderson."

As soon as Mikayla heard her name, she tried to fix her hair and look as presentable as possible. "Darn that walk!" she cursed silently, as the sweat had made her hair stick to her face. She did her best to maintain her composure as she walked up the podium. She dragged her stuff behind her and probably looked a lot less graceful than she would have liked. Somehow she managed to reach the podium before her partner and tried to search for anyone that was walking through the crowd toward it. Her partner was a girl, Mikayla could tell that much by her name and while it did sound familiar, she couldn't put her finger on where she had heard that name before.


[System]
-WIP-
Nickname:
Lori

Alias:
Starbolt

Age:
17

Sponsor:
Starfire.

Personality:
L'Oriana comes from a highly sensuous, Honest and emotional culture. For the most part she is in touch with her emotions but can get a little hot tempered at times, She is a honest individual that is often optimistic but has a no nonsense warrior attitude with a gentle innocence. Despite that innocence she is free spirited and can have a wild sexuality but will take friendships seriously, L'Orianna can often get distressed when others that are close. Especially her friends argue or fight with one another.

Powers:
With her Tamaranean Physiology, Starbolt's body is able to absorb and Project energy from ultraviolet rays, Starbolt can project that energy in the form of destructive blue bolts. Thanks to a Ring that was specially made for her so she is able to fly like others in her species, The speed of Starbolt's flight can be supersonic, Although she has yet to achieve this. Also, Starbolt's strength and endurance is more superior to that of a normal human. Starbolt is also able to "absorb" any basic spoken tongues and languages through lip contact with another individual, so that she can speak and understand it immediately. Thanks to the training she had with warlords on the planet Okaara, Starbolt has become an excellent fighter in hand-to-hand combat, both armed and unarmed being ambidextrous and agile.

Weaknesses:
One of the first major weaknesses is the ring that was made for her for without it Starbolt can not fly due to her childhood illness which would effectively ground the Tamaranean. Another weakness in fact can be were Starbolt's body constantly absorbs ultraviolet radiation which is converted into energy enabling her to use energy projection but this can act sometimes beyond her control for example releasing a small blue energy blast when she sneezes or where she does not know her own strength and accidental bending of a street light or bending/breaking other objects, Despite her strength and endurance being superior to a human starbolt is unable to survive in hostile environments or where there is no oxygen.

Appearance:

( Special thanks to Aro for this awesome Micro.)

L'Oriana is a very physically attractive woman though few would be brave enough go so far as to call her beautiful, she stands at a height of 5'10 and weighting 158lbs with Auburn hair she chooses to wear freely, Gold leather skin with light blue eyes thanks to her alien physiology giving her a exotic look for her kind. She has a medium size nose, hands, and ears, and thin eyebrows with high cheekbones and delicate over average size lips, She wears a size 8 shoe with a good feminine build with a toned, Curvy figure and Slender shoulders.

BREIF Bio:
L'Oriana did not have the most easiest of life's on Tamaran and although born to a loving family things were made all the more tougher when she suffered from a childhood Illness that robbed her of the ability to fly. The inability of the use of flight like the others in her race made her feel a little outcast as she did not have as many privileges as others. Despite these hardships and in Tamaran's warlike custom, Toriand'r was sent for warrior training with the Warlords of Okaara. this took up most of her childhood year with hard work and training pushing hard to prove herself but for whom she never thought about. Upon returning to her home L'Oriana was given a ring that was especially forged to give the wearer like herself the ability to fly, It was the most amazing gift the was given to her and soon additional help and training with flying was needed. Eventually Lori's family had taken her to earth with the hope, honour and opportunity to put everything she had learned and experienced so far to join the Young Justice League with the Tamarean Princess Starfire as her sponsor, this would make the teens first time on Earth.

[User] For most of their time here Sarah had remained AG's form. However for this particular job it might be better to be her usual street punk self. "Understood. If Sarah wants to I'm sure she could blend in with the homeless." Approaching the teleporter the angelic form disolved in sparkles of light and Sarah stepped free of the residual magic. Brushing it off she huffed. "Gee thanks a lot Angel. Are you trying to say I look homeless?" Appearing to het the answer in her head the girl rolls her eyes.

[Assistant]
Beck was out and about when news of the Crocs broke to the team. He was sitting in the outdoor area of a restaurant, with a girl sitting across from him. He took a sip of his tea through the straw as he looked at her, and then smiled. Brown hair, green eyes... She was pretty cute.

"So," she said. "What about you? Got any interests of your own?"
"Well, fitness, for one," he chuckled. "Not to be that guy, but I'm sure you've noticed by now."
"Yeah. I've noticed," she said with a wink.
"But, uh, other than that... Video games, gardening-"
"Gardening?"
"Yeah, is that odd?"
"No, no, I just didn't expect you to be s-What are you looking at?"

He happened to notice something out of the corner of his eye, and started staring. A large, green something, with a tail. There was screaming for a few seconds, but it was silenced quickly. The homeless man who'd been sitting there quietly was gone, and so was the something. He'd have to move fast- this was worth investigating. He looked back to the girl as he pulled out his wallet.

"What was that?" she asked quietly.
"I don't know... And, I'm so sorry. I've gotta go. So, so sorry. I'll pay for the drinks, and, um..."
He scribbled something down on his napkin and placed it in front of her with the money.
"That's my number. Call me, we'll try this again, okay?"
"O-Oka-"

He'd already hopped the fence and took off toward the alley.

He didn't have his costume on hand, except for the mask. He carried it for situations like this where he needed something to protect his identity, but couldn't carry the suit or go and change. He'd have to go after it in jeans and a button-up. As soon as he'd rounded the corner in the alleyway, he slipped on the mask and rolled up his sleeves while he moved. In roughly the center of the alley, there was a manhole cover, just slightly out-of-place in its hole. He approached it, and lifted the cover off. He could hear splashing below. He sighed as he climbed down, lamenting the fact that he'd never get the smell off of these clothes.

[User]
James had spent most of his time at the fire station. He somehow managed to keep his original job and thus was on call when the info on the crocs was given to the rest of the team. They had just gotten back to the station when another call came in. It wasn't specifically a fire but they had to go anyway. Some lady was yelling jumbled words to the dispatcher about a giant lizard man who had popped out of the sewers and tried to attack her while using a short cut to get home. His team looked at him, all fully aware of his powers due to the investigation. "What?" He questioned them slightly confused. "You have to see if you can handle that lizard thing the lady was talking about. Don't worry about the call we got it handled." Said the fire chief. "But..." James had managed to get out before his team was gone. "Damn it." He muttered heading to the parking lot after striping out of his fire gear.

Now clad only in a pair of black shorts and a black muscle shirt he ran to his motorcycle, shoved his helmet on his head and headed toward the scene. He didn't have anything to cover his face so his tinted helmet would have to do. The ride was freezing but he fixed that but slightly raising his body temp. He arrived at the scene shortly and headed around to where nobody would see him. The police had yet to enter the sewer so I figured it would be best gf he did so now. Pushing the out of place man hole cover out of the way he dropped down into the stink below. Following a distinct but light sound of splashing that echoed off of the empty walls.

[Assistant]
Collaboration by Aro & KL

Days Earlier...

Black Hood watched from the viewing room as Photon, Guardian Angel, Scourge and Kid Rogue take on Magenta. The four had surprisingly worked quite well together, and with a little practice they'd be quite a force to reckon with. Before the simulation was finished and he could congratulate them on a great job his cellphone began to beep in his pocket, gaining what he could only assume was a stern glance from Red Tornado. "I'll just take care of this outside." Michael said as he pulled his phone form his pocket and slowly backed out of the door, nearly bumping into Superman on his way inside. "Who could be calling me at this-" the hero stopped when he saw that the call was from one of his contacts in the city.

Days Later...

The Young Justice Program was already off to a wonderful start. Wonder Woman had to take the heroine formerly called Foresight back to Paradise Island. The day Shock had cooked for the team she got a phonecall from her brother Static. Something was wrong with one of her parents back in Dakota, heart attack maybe. So much was still so unclear. By now, everyone had been briefed on the Killer Crocs and the disappearance of several of the homeless people. As a homeless person on Earth in Metropolis for nearly three weeks, Ditto was hit a little hard and wanted to do everything in his power to take the fight to these things so that they couldn't prey on the down and out citizens of Star City. Ditto was at an advantage, he didn't need another member of the 'Program for back-up. He was his own back-up.

He suited up, nearly 11 am, and grabbed a bag with a few of the clothes he'd acquired when first landing on Earth. The remains of his ship are in Superman's Fortress, but the ratty clothes should make the triplicating man look homeless one more time. He headed for the teleporter room.

Michael had spent that last few days scouring the city for any sign of what his contact had called him about days ago. "Giant lizardmen," the 'Hood grumbled to himself as he watched the streets below from a perch near one of the first disappearances. "Why can't the really strange stay in Gotham with Bats. Should lizards be his thing? Why they gotta come here and wreck things?"

Black Hood sighed, thinking that today would be just like the last several days. More disappearance, and nothing to show for it. "With the news coverage the League should be getting involved with this now, hopefully the others will have some more info when I run in with them." He said as he stood up in his perch and looked towards the park. The hooded hero was pulled form his thoughts though when several screams echoed up from the alleys near him. "Huh, what do you know," He drew a zipline arrow from his quiver, slamming one end into the wall behind him and shooting the other end towards a fire escape over the alley. "The criminal elements really do go back to the scene of the crime." The screaming had died down but he could see people rushing about the streets around him, it seemed like there were multiple occurrences like the one near him happening all over town.

"Well," He placed his bow over the taut line. "Let's go say hello to the big, scary crocodile men!." He said as he slid down the line to the fire escape.

Kilian was already in an alley, nearly two blocks up from where Black Hood had been perched. The alien hero had been crouched behind a dumpster with sunglasses on to keep the glow from his yellow eyes down for nearly two hours. The attacks were becoming more frequent now, not just at night but all throughout the day now as well. Like they were multiplying. When one of the Crocs approached the homeless looking Ditto, it was surprised by the strength the alien hero had. Even more so when he split into three individuals.

"You won't take another unfortunate soul if I have anything to say about it!" Ditto yelled as the Croc darted off towards a manhole cover in the alley.

The day was just starting, it was barely past 1 o'clock in the afternoon.

Aro/~KL~

[User] Photon was cloaking himself as best he could when he saw Ditto yelling at the Croc man. "Wait up" he said to Ditto, appearing beside him. "I'll come with you. At the very least, I can light the place up, and if they attack, a few laser beams should help." He then jumped down the manhole.

[Assistant]
It had been a couple of days since the start of it all, Croc were attacking the city, taking homeless people of the streets utilising alley way and sewer as a means and method to the coordinated attacks, At first they seem to go unnoticed until more went missing at night, Then for some reason the attacks started during the day. When the initial waved of daytime assault had occurred L'Oriana was already in the city in civilian attire, Heck she was seeing the sights and getting some clothes shopping done as part of her understanding more of human culture on this planet, it was better than sitting in HQ all the time reading up on such things and getting hands on was more preferable.

At first when it was all going on screams and people running away from said attacks as they were happening, L'Oriana dropped everything she was doing to investigate, of course she at the time had no clue as to what was going on having no contact with others at the base who were getting briefed. Her investigations led her to come across one of these croc creatures taking a homeless very quickly towards the sewers to which she was not quick enough to stop, The second one she encountered was different, her curiosity got her into a spot of trouble where she engaged one, although the fight was not a simple one, her efforts was enough for the homeless individual to escape, however L'Oriana had to let the croc go and head back to base.

Days later Starbolt was geared up and ready to go, she was briefed much more one what was going on and who they were dealing with, if only communication was much more accessible for the team, Instead she would have to go out there and improvise against the enemy until she found her fellow team mates and assist them, Making sure her ring was secure on her, Starbolt flew out the HQ in search of more people needing rescue and to properly engaged these crocs, show them what a Tamerean can do.

Once back in the city Starbolt engaged another croc, stopping it before it could escape into the sewers, The battle was kinda quick paced as the creature had surprising speed to go with it strength, Close quarter probably was not advised as Starbolt tried to combine flying with her powers to do ranged damage, Not always simple as it was easy to underestimate the enemy along with her inexperience. The pair ended doing more damage to the surrounding area than each other but no one else was hurt or seriously injured, eventually she forced it to retreat after getting some good blows in from her powers. It was around this time that Starbolt spotted Hood, She recognized him from there brief encounter in the kitchen and thus went on to towards him to catch up and assist if needed, The numbers game would come in handy against the Crocs.