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26|5'10"|Male

[ S Y N O P S I S ]

Edward is an enthusiastic reporter hailing from an island within the Ventuian airspace. He currently lives in Edgenook on Ventui's main continent, under the employment of the Winged Gazette (a large news firm in the city). After several years of cajoling his boss, Ed was finally allowed to accompany an expedition beyond the Ring of Thunder, for what Edward promises will be the "story of the century".

[ A P P E A R A N C E ]

The Winged Gazette has a very stringent dress code: no piercings, visible tattoos, or dyed/long hair is accepted at his workplace: only clean, contained haircuts are allowed. There is no rule against facial hair, however, and Ed, having recently learned he can finally grow a full beard, has started to let his hair grow out. He likes the scruffy look, although more importantly he likes not having to shave as frequently.

He stands tall and with his shoulders back most of the time: his boarding-school upbringing was sure to keep slouching out of his life, but now he likes to relax as comfortably as possible when working. Slouching, recline, or flat out laying down are all positions he enjoys, but that militaristic-level of straight-backed standing has never truly gone.

[ P E R S O N A L I T Y ]

Edward is fairly extroverted, with a talent for asking questions and getting answers. He likes talking to others, but he also enjoys his alone time, to recharge his batteries and take deep breaths before the next round of socializing. As a reporter, the line between what is acceptable and what is necessary has become somewhat blurred to him, and Ed has no trouble asking uncomfortable questions if he thinks it will bring him closer to a story. Blunt and to the point is as easy as tactful and roundabout questioning for him.

On the flipside of that same coin, Ed also knows that there are times to be silent, and he is more than willing to keep his mouth shut and listen as well. While notetaking or thinking, he is far less amiable, answering questions or comments with short answers and little focus. He doesn't mean to be rude, but Ed knows that none of the great questions of life were solved by yammering about stupid topics.

[ H I S T O R Y ]

Edward Samick was born with an inquisitve pair of eyes. His mother and father called him "the little hawk", on account of his sharp eyes staring at anything and everything with hunger and obssession, like a tiny litle baby crazy person trying to drink up the world with his eyes. Not that it mattered to him: he was a baby and didn't care about trivial things like being crazy.

As he grew, the little hawk slowly refined his gaze: no longer did he stare with a crazed need. Instead, he gradually transformed the look into one of interest, intensity...query. For many years, he spoke not at all: his parents were worried he had some kind of mental illness, as his eyes bugged out at everything, but his lips remained sealed.

He was four when he started speaking: the doctors had dubbed him a "mute of unknown reasoning", but Ed had simply been biding his time. When he spoke, it was in full sentences. And once he started, Mr. and Mrs. Samick could not get the little hawk to shut up. His first word was "why". In an effort to teach Ed some self control and get some peace and quiet for themselves, his parents sent him away to a boarding school as soon as he was allowed to leave.

Teachers were delighted by Ed's questioning, when compared with the surly little monsters who were his peers. This resulted in a kind of feedback loop where, being rewarded for being talkative, Ed developed into an extrovert slowly and surely. He was generally well-liekd by his peers, although his penchant for asking questions got him in trouble on so numerous an amount of occasions, that he was once nearly expelled when a well-placed question at the wrong time started a riot in the school cafeteria.

Still, Ed was bright, quick to smile, and good at managing his time. His father gifted him with an old pocketwatch when he was 16: it was a family heirloom passed down at the 16th birthday for generations. With the help of that watch, his parents, and a keen mind, Ed graduated school with flying colors, and went on to pursue a degree in Journalism at the prestigious University of Gelbek, a regional university of great renown within Ventui.

College went about the same as his early schooling: he got on well enough with his professors and his peers, despite his absolute need to know all sorts of answers to all sorts of questions. Journalism came easily to Ed, and by the time of his graduation, he had worked several internships with the Winged Gazette in Edgenook, Ventui. He graduated to a well paying job in one of the most exciting cities in the known world, and for several years he worked with an enthusiam that led to quite a bit of success.

It was the discovery of the second obelisk outside the Ring of Thunder that got Ed on the hook. Suddenly there were hundreds of questions pouring into his mind about the outside world, and he really had no way to answer them where he was. So he bgan badgering his boss to let him join a trip down below. He bothered and bothered and bothered until finally his boss he could go and that he'd better get a fucking scoop or so help me god Edward I am going to jam a spoon down your throat--

His path was set. Ed got in touch with the UINC, explained the situation, got the proper clearances, and packed his bags. He said goodbye to his parents, smiled at his scowling boss, and headed out for the biggest story of the history of the world.

[ N O T E S / O T H E R I N F O ]

Edward carries a very old pocketwatch; it is a family heirloom, passed down to the eldest child of the family on their 16th birthday. Through a strange twist of fate, almost all of the generations have been single childs.

He also carries a notebook of waterproof paper and a pen. He has an excellent memory, and will often write down the important details of an event that night, long after they have occured.

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"You're not fine, so stop telling me you are when I can see the evidence that you aren't" Luna said, perhaps a bit too harshly, but that was probably due to the conditions she was working in. "You need to work on your reaction time, when something big comes at you, you dive away from it. We can't always keep an eye on everything for you" When she was done, she sighed continuing with her examination, finally standing and getting the officer to help get Constance out the cave. She couldn't very well carrying the woman that far!

Once back at Camp, Luna opened her kit, and said with an apologetic tone "This is going to hurt, but you were thrown so chances are you hit your head, and I don't want to give you pain killers in case you have a concussion, but I have to stitch the wounds shut so you don't bleed out. Let me know if it gets too much" She said softly, regretting what she had to do, but knowing that it needed to be done. who knew when the others would get back? She hoped none of them needed medical treatment with her here. When they made it back to the boat, Luna had Constance taken to the infirmary, where she could watch her.

Finally figuring that enough time had passed that she could risk some pain medication, she made up a tonic, and gave it to Constance, sitting back to wait for the others to come back aboard, hoping that they would all be alright. When everyone returned, Luna was relieved. She bustled around the medbay to make sure it was organised, but it was mostly nit-picking. She didn't particularly want to leave Constance alone-just in case.

Weary, she sat down, wondering what else would happen on their adventure. It certainly had been an elightening time so far. She had learned so much about herself, already. And they certainly had had excitement. The ship being on fire, the storm...the monster...surely there couldn't be much more to experience? yet then, just how far had they come? It was an interesting thought process, and Luna leaned back in her chair.

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Constance rested with her back against the railing of the ship, her head turned from the others while she rubbed her finger around the rim of a glass as if she was disinterested by their presence or perhaps just distracted by the beautiful blue sky. Neither were truly the case; in fact, they were both quite the opposite. She was worried that the others might be watching her (funny, considering how normally she was worried that they weren't), and feared that the slightest grimace would make it appear as if she was badly pained and should be kept bedridden like some sickly child. She could hardly bear the thought of being restricted in her comings and goings, and so she silently prayed that the shade cast upon her face from her hat was enough to hide her expression—which, as the boat rocked gently, was twisted into the face one normally made when they had just unexpectedly taken a drink of water only to find out it had been vodka.

Although, she wouldn't mind a surprise like that now, considering her glass was now nothing more than tonic water and the slightest hint of salt. Officer Raoul had made it clear that until the set of stitches in Constance's side were ready to be taken out she would have to avoid any kind of hard spirits; apparently, he was under the impression that they would interfere with the healing process. Constance was tempted to call him on his quackery, but she was able to show some restraint, much like how she was now showing restraint by engaging in dreadful temperance—and it wasn't just because she was worried that Luna had been sent by the medical officer to make sure that she had listened to his orders. She wanted her wounds to heal properly; she didn't need any more scars.

Yet whenever Edward flickered on that mystical map of his anyone would be able to notice how quickly Constance's eyes darted over to the object only to jump away almost immediately as if she was a bashful lovestruck teen. Truth be told, she coveted the map. By all right it should've been hers: she was the one who had gone into the cave first (willingly), and it had been her gunshots that had drawn Conway and the others to them (thankfully). She could only imagine what sort of information it had on it, but with Ed constantly fussing with it she could make neither heads or tails of the flashes she saw. Constance was tempted to snatch it right out of his hand; she wasn't above just taking what she wanted, after all.

Fortunately, Ed had said something that managed to stop her from doing anything drastic, as well as almost immediately drew her out of her silent state of concentration. She turned to the others, tucking a bit of windswept hair behind her ear as she beamed at them, any hints of pain completely erased from her face. It was as if Ed had reached over and flipped a switch on Constance to start her up like an engine when, in the end, he had just given her an excuse to talk about her most favorite thing in the entire world: herself.

"Eddy! I'm not going to tell you how to do your job, but normally doesn't the reporter do a bit more than just ask for a story to show up?" she asked, waving her hand dismissively to show that she was teasing. "Fortunately, darling, I have the utmost respect for those in your profession and I can hardly bare the thought of you being stuck in a rut. Let's see, a story…" She tilted her head and pressed a finger to her cheek, her eyes wandering up to the brim of her hat as if she had written tales of her exploits on it like a crib sheet. "Well, before I start would you want a happy one or a sad one?"

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With a start, Edward realized that Constance had been silent until just moments ago. That was new: she generally wasn't one for silence. Although after the rough and tumble she'd experienced, Ed wasn't really surprised she had taken a moment to be introspective. He had gleaned a bit about who she was before the expedition, and it hadn't been a very flattering picture. A socialite who expected a lovely stroll across the world, discovering untapped riches and excitement.

Instead, she had found exhaustion, legitimate danger, and several near-death experiences. It was enough to put someone off their game, at the very least. Actually, stopping to think about it, Ed realized that out of all of them, Constance had been the one to go through the most. She'd been tossed around with the rest of them in the storms, forced to fight fires and lighting, and she had also been mauled by a giant cat beast. The rest of them had dodged that last unfortunate event.

"I would love an exciting story, if you have one of those. Happy or sad isn't as important to selling the paper, after all." He winced at the words, but it was true: selling the paper was the most important thing in the business world he was a part of. There was no profits without sales, et cetera et cetera. "But I think after the stress we've been under, a happy story might be nice."

"Armas! Krauss!" The voice over the PA system made him jump. "Get ta tha hanger! It's time for tha daily!" Conway was likely referring to the daily check of their helicopter-device's systems and structure. Ed had listened to them discuss it before, and it was always good to make sure things were still in place.

With a glance at each other, the two departed, leaving Ed, Luna, and Constance alone together on the deck. Ed tapped his pen idly against his thigh while he waited. "I'm open to something from you as well, Luna, if you like. All of us need a nice story, eh?"


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NICKNAME: JRock, JarBear(his ex's pet name for him), and just Jar
AGE: 23
GENDER: Male
APPEARANCE:
EX: Clover Clayburn
FAVORITE MUSIC: Hardcore/screamo/metal/rock, but he pretty much likes anything except country
FAVORITE COLOR: Silver
HOBBY(s): plays guitar (among other instruments), DJing, songwriting, partying
PERSONALITY: Jareth is a party animal and, despite the grungy exterior, he has quite the soft side. He is incredibly artistically-inclined, but not always the most intelligent person in the room. Ambitious and hardworking, he hopes to chase his passion for music into stardom.
TATTOOS/PIERCINGS/OTHER: lip ring offset to the left, small gauges in both ears, various tattoos on arms, chest, and back, as well as one small facial tattoo of just dots.
MAJOR IN COLLEGE: Music Performance, junior year
OTHER: Jareth came from an unfortunate upbringing, including being bounced around unloving and unsupportive foster homes. After getting kicked out at age 18, Jar worked at a pizza place for two years while playing in his garage band, Crim Son, before starting college. Now that he is in college, he sees a free counselor that helps him get the meds he needs for his depression and anxiety. That being said, he has a bit of a self-medicating drug habit, but it's nothing serious if you ask him.

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Just as Jar was crossing the hall to his room to get dressed, Hunter came through the door. Thankfully he wasn't the bashful type, so Jar didn't blush at his state of undress, not that there was much time to be embarrassed because Hunter began hurling venom at him after slamming the door closed. "You asshole! You fucking asshole!" he bellowed and stormed towards him.

"Jesus!" Jar swore to a god he had never believed in as he stepped back and clutched a hand around the towel to keep it up. Was Hunter going to hit him? Sure, Jareth and Hunter had gotten into their fair share of fist fights through the years, but never with each other. Honestly, Jareth didn't even know what he had done, so he just kept backing away from Hunter's advance with a dumbfounded expression.

"You knew I had a problem! And what's the first thing you do once we get on this god dammed ship?! YOU FUCKING SERVED FUCKING DRINKS!?" Hunter did all the explaining that Jareth needed. Shit… He thought guiltily. It was true, he did do that. But it's not like he was being malicious, hell, it was fucking vacation for crying out loud. And not for nothing, but it was only a few shots, because he had convinced the waiter to give him virgin drinks without Hunter noticing last night.

"I-I'm sorry." Jar stammered out a quick apology. "You're right, that was an asshole thing to do. I wasn't thinking about that, you know how I am." And how was he, exactly... inconsiderate? Selfish? An asshole? He could be all three, sometimes. Hunter continued angrily venting his frustrations. Jareth's cheeks flushed, not a blush, but a response to getting upset. He was about to apologize again when he got really fed up. No, he wasn't supposed to internalize things… it wasn't healthy, that's what Wendy had said. "You know what? Whatever, man. It was just a few shots before dinner. Those drinks you think you had at dinner were alcohol-free. No need to thank me for that, though, asshole! Because you're right, I'm the best scapegoat for your fucking problems, right? No, no, no, I don't think so! Yeah, I gave you a drink, but I was also looking out for you. Whatever you did to fuck up after that is on you, don't put that shit on me."  Jareth broke his rant to refill his lungs with air.

"Waitwaitwait… hold up." Something that Hunter said was finally just registering in his frazzled mind. "Did you just say Delilah? As in your ex, Delilah? 'So-super-hot-you'll-never-believe-it-Jar-but-no-I-don't-have-any-pictures-to-prove-it', Delilah?" Still pissed, Hunter managed to nod his head in acknowledgement. Actually, he looked less pissed and more sick now.

"That's fucking crazy!" Jar mused, "I just ran into Clo too." Saying his pet name for her out loud stung a bit more than it should have. He could hardly remember why he was arguing anymore. "Man… why are we fighting? This is supposed to be the vacation of our lives. I'm sorry things went downhill for you last night. Look, no more alcohol." Jar said before picking up his glass of whiskey and dumping it down the sink. No more alcohol for Hunter, that is. "See? Let's just go get some pizza and waste some time in the arcade or something. Just us, and forget all about exes and drama. Okay?" He flashed a smile, the stupidly perfect white grin serving as a flag of surrender... and an apology.

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[Assistant]
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Delilah was peacefully contemplating the open sea when a woman's voice called out "hey" to her, shifting Lila's thoughts back to the present. She turned in the direction of the woman and smiled as her her best friend Clover slipped into the jacuzzi beside her. "Jesus, you always smell so good," Clover commented, flashing Lila a grin as she bumped their feet together playfully under the water.

"Hello yourself! Thank you so much! You know I practically drench myself in perfume before going anywhere." Lila greeted and thanked enthusiastically, taking note of how amazing Clo looked in her bathing suit. It was a very pleasant surprise for Lila to see her friend venturing from her usual conservative items and trying out new things, as she knew how hesitant Clo could be about taking risks. Lila was usually very open, honest and vocal about her opinions whenever good or bad, so she quickly went on to compliment Clover's looks. "And, babe, let me tell you that you are slaying with that bathing suit!" Lila could be a bitch, but she always gave praise and credit when it was well-deserved.

"I'm astonished that you don't have at least three guys fawning over you right now. Are you losing your touch, Delilah?" Clover teased affectionately.

Lila raised her sunglasses to give a mocking scowl towards Clover. "Me? Losing my touch? Oh, please! Do you know who you're talking to?" she replied, playfully splashing water in Clover's direction and sliding her sunglasses back in place with a laugh. "So, what were you up to this morning?" she asked, genuinely curious about what she'd been up to because by the time Lila had woken up, none of the other girls had been at the suite. But before Clover could even begin to formulate an answer to Lila's question, the latter's eyes fell on her best friend's smooth, sleek red hair and she was unable to hold back the giggles. "Oh my God. Tell me you did not actually blow-dry your hair to come hang out at a jacuzzi?!" Lila exclaimed, clearly amused at the sight. She had always been jealous of Clover's hair and skin color (in a good way, of course). It was a dream of hers to be a redhead, but she knew it would clash horribly with her skin tone. And as for Clo's skin tone, Lila thought of it as perfect because pretty much all hair colors would suit her. Lila wasn't making the comment to humiliate or make fun of her in any way, but was instead trying to understand the strange logic that drove Clover to take the time to blow-dry her hair when their trip would mostly be spent on hot and humid places where it would get wet.

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Clover flushes a little under the other girl's praise, scratching at her nose and giving a soft cough. "Aw, you flatterer. Stop it, I'll turn all one color," the pale girl quips, flicking a little bit of water at Lila.

"So, what were you up to this morning?" The brunette asks as she slips her sunglasses back down. Lila's skin almost looks golden in the early afternoon sun and one of the pool boys is openly gawking at her from across the Solarium. 'That's more like it,' the ginger thought. Delilah Duclerc was the kind of girl that lit up any room she entered and she always garnered a lot of attention from men and women alike.

"I went to the gym. I'm down to a six minute mile," Clover explains, letting herself relax back into the water. The temperature was perfect and felt splendid against her sore muscles.

"Oh my God. Tell me you did not actually blow-dry your hair to come hang out at a jacuzzi?!"

"Mmhmm," Clover hums, cracking an eye open and peeking at Lila. "I sure did. And once you hear about my morning, I think you'll agree that it was the right decision." The pale girl straightens back up and turns so that she's facing the younger girl completely.

"So I ran into…," she pauses here and glances around quickly, almost like she was checking to make sure no one else was around. Her former boyfriend was a lot like Voldemort, she tried not to speak his name unless she had to. "...Jareth. And he looked perfect, like he was getting ready for a fashion show or something. And I looked like a wet dog. Seriously, I was in my ancient, 'Save the Dolphins!' t-shirt and covered in sweat. My hair wasn't even brushed, I just had it up in a ponytail." Clover makes a mortified groan and she buries her face in her hands, feeling her ears burn at the remembered humiliation from that encounter.

She really was all one color now.

"So I'm not leaving the suite anymore unless I look my best. I can't face him again unless we're on equal footing," she finishes, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear before letting her hands fall back into the water. "What kind of fresh hell is this, that all of our exes are here? We must have been wretched people in past lives, like the kind that kicked puppies or tripped little old ladies or something."

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Hunter

Hunter was on the verge of breaking down. Jareth was right, Hunter was looking for a scapegoat for his problems. He always was looking for one no matter how bad things seemed to get. He was also right on the fact that this was supposed to be the vacation of their lives! And so far things just seemed to be getting worse by the minute. Even though he hated the idea of Jareth restricting the idea of his friend restricting himself due to Hunter's problems he felt a sense of relief when Jareth poured the drink down the sink. "Pizza sounds nice man... it sounds really nice." Hunter was barely able to speak. "Uh... Jareth? Look man... sorry for freaking out on you like that... I'm just... just stressed as hell." Hunter want tot eh living area to find his wallet from his pants from the day before. He found it with his shirt that he was wearing the other day as well. Now he was still wondering how he woke up in a shirt that wasn't his, and who's shirt it was. And why was his shirt still here if he changed into a new one? 'Dammit' He thought as he tried to remember. "Reason one hundred and fifty two to stop drinking." He brushed it off and met Jar at the door again.

Hunter put a smile on his face. It was forced but he was looking forward to things getting better. "Alright then, let's go have some fun." Hunter started to leave when he remembered something. "Also, I found a picture of Delilah if you're interested? It's somewhere in my wallet full of coupons, receipts, matches, and gift cards with about 30 cents on them. Maybe even a couple dollars." He started to dig through all the random crap in his wallet when he pulled out a cheaply printed picture of his ex studding in the campus library, she was unaware of the picture when it was taken. "Proof! Told you I have the ability to have hot girlfriends." He was still struggling to hold a smile but it wasn't as forced now.

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"Pizza sounds nice man… it sounds really nice." Hunter admitted after a few moments of silence. Jareth released a breath he was holding in… good, at least he didn't go for the face punching route. Sure, Jar deserved a good punch for a hell of a lot of reasons, but he wasn't one to just take that kind of thing sitting down. Jareth nodded with a smile "Cool… I, uh--" he looked down at towel that was the only thing between Hunter and all of Jar's nekkid glory. "Just let me get dressed real quick." Jar offered a crooked grin before turning to head to his room to change.

"Uh… Jareth? Look man… sorry for freaking out on you like that… I'm just… just stressed as hell." Hunter called out an apology from behind him. Jar paused and looked over his right shoulder, which sported a female sugar skull tattoo design. "Don't worry about it, man. It's bad to keep shit like that bottled in." At least that's what Wendy says… he thinks the last part as closes the distance to his room.

After closing the door, Jar retrieves his cell phone and shoots a text to Julius reading: "Hunts and I are heading out to grab some pizza and hit up that Challengers Arcade. You and I got a date with the DDR machine." He finished off the text with a saucy kissing-face emoji and chuckled at his own stupid humor.

Jar decided on a black and white tank and skinny jeans before checking himself out in the mirror. His air-drying hair was starting to get a little too fluffy, so he smoothed down the flyaway curls with some water before shrugging. Good enough…

Hunter met up with Jar at the doorway. He started rifling for his wallet, and Jar assumed he was just making sure he had cash on him when he mentioned having a picture of Delilah. "Proof! Told you I have the ability to have hot girlfriends." He boasted as he displayed the picture for Jar's viewing pleasure. "Hey now, I never said that you couldn't!" Jar said defensively as he briefly glanced at the picture. She was a bombshell, all right, but Jar thought it would be in poor taste to say such a thing. Plus, he wasn't looking to provoke Hunter much more tonight. Instead, Jar had another idea. He reached into his own back pocket and produced a zippo lighter, because any self-respecting rockstar always carried a lighter on them. And zippos were the classiest of lighters. Jar flicked it open, igniting a small flame. "Here's to new beginnings." he said, gesturing for Hunter to burn the picture. "To forgetting past heartbreak, and attempting to make the most of this overpriced boat ride!" He would say once Hunter decided to go through with burning Delilah's photo.

After that, the boys would leave and meet up with Julius at the arcade with a pizzas in hand. Something atrociously meat-packed for the boys, and a smaller veggie delight for Jar.


[System]
Codename: Impulse
Gender: Female
Age: Appears 26
Ethnicity: Minor-Deity (Taken after Setesh, which means unknown)
Nationality: North American

Height: 5' 2''
Weight: 125
Appearance:

Personality: Dice is always hyper and on edge, no matter what motion she becomes associated with it's usually the very end or passed the limit of of how far it can go, which is the reason why she tends to be overly excited all the time. She's always curious, excitable, upset-able, and surprise-able.

Classification: Divinity

Powers/Abilities:

Anything that had recently died, still with flesh, a brain, and not controlled by anything else.

Note: Effects can city-wide and can only be used on ordinary human beings. Can affect grave sites with recently deceased (No walking skeletons). Those brought back have 2-3x their original strength but have no intellect, are ordinary, slow-fast walking zombies. Nothing is healed, their bodies merely reanimated.
Create havoc and chaos, defined as explosions, busting of glass, roads split, earthquakes rumble, fires burst from any flammable source, normal animals become wild and aggressive. Also cause slight 'zero-g' environments; not jump into space, but everything becomes a little lighter and travels further. This is her personal, natural power from herself. It is not just for causing havoc, but for the rest of its' abilities lie in non-combat roles.

Notes: Only breaks what is physically breakable by human kinetic force. If it is flammable easily (As a type of gas, unlikely for wood to just start burning), can be shattered, crumbled, etc. easily, it does. Bulk head doors, thick and solid concrete, bullet proof glass are examples of hardened material and do not get erupted during Disorder. Earthquakes are completely random and not able to be use in targeting, same as tornadoes from Chaotic Storms. Is city-wide but on small scales.
Creation of a City-wide storm that causes electrical storms, disturbances, heavy and fast winds, and multiple lightning strikes (Chance of creating derechos, tornadoes, water cyclones, and maybe even Supercell Tornadoes, depending on the location).
Ability to travel through solid surfaces through a specific type of focusing, i.e. can not 'phase through' a solid object being thrown at Dice at random. Also able to manipulate own body parts to other places within a certain range. i.e. producing her hand and arm out of a wall or the floor. (Must have seen the area to know its location) -- When striking her own staff with the body part. As a result of having this ability, Dice naturally floats, or hovers in the air. Another result allows her to 'blink' travel. The distance and amount of uses requires intense amount of power, an example of how much power needed is it is recommended only for her blink within half a mile at most. The farther she blinks, the less she can use it. The more of other powers she uses, the less she is allowed to use the blink travel. (Associate blink with teleport)

Weaknesses:

She has little to no physical strength in resistance or power. She relies heavily on her staff for most of her powers.

For most of her abilities, she uses a staff imbued by her father, Setesh. The Staff essentially uses abilities from her father, and she can manipulate what is used and how much power is used. But how much power is also taken from her Father. If she uses too much power, or uses too many of her abilities at once, her Father can choose to 'cut her off' from the source, leaving her with only her personal powers. EVERY power, except Disorder requires intense of amounts of power the wider it is used and the longer it is used. Even for a few minutes it takes incredible amount of power. Each day only one power can be used, excluding Disorder which may be used multiple times, and if attempting to use a single or multiple powers more than once, too long, or too wide, results in immediate cut off for the rest of the day.

No matter the emotion, she is always on the peak of it. If she is happy, she is as excited as humanly possible. If she's nervous, she's nearly to the point of crying. If she's saddened, she becomes suicidal. If she's scared, she will snap and probably go unconscious.

Weapons:
Created by Setesh and given to her when she was matured enough, the staff is a direct link to some of her Fathers power and abilities. It was given to her as a fail-safe and not a toy, in case of emergency as she is unable to physically fight for herself. The staff also can act as a shield or weapon for melee, giving her the ability to fight face to face with her attackers. The strength of the staff in physical use is as strong as needed. But as it was intended for defensive purposes, it is made sure to never break with Setesh' power, but not be able to break everything it hits. In the unlikely event that Setesh cuts Dice off from his power, the staff will still not break, but it will not hold the resistance it had before, basically able to prevent a powerful blow to her, but not allowing her to keep her footing.

Gear: Along with her simple skin-tight clothing, she likes keeping two pistols with her for normal combat.

Skills:High Precision, incredible agility, stupidly overconfident, with her powers and abilities, mostly because of who she comes from, she believes nothing bad will ever happen to her, and she will never have bad luck (Although she acts like she lives on bad luck), because her father is Setesh and if anything happens he will come to her aid. Contrary to the thought, Setesh' only impact on her life was her birth and the gift of the staff. He will truly never encounter her again, reasons why are unknown.

Brief History: Dice was kept in secret for most of her maturity, even after release she stayed under the radar. Her 'modern life' becoming heavily associated with being the 'princess of chaos.' Although she kept off the radar, she has been through many professions (not any that increase her combat skills, just a more understanding of the world and its situation, also for fun).

But when the news came that there was a new main enemy to everyone, and a super team was being assembled to fight them back, Dice saw this as an opportunity to show off. Not to be 'good,' but she always wanted to get into new and crazy things. And fighting aliens may sound corny but for her it was something new to do and did not sound 'normal' to this 'modern day living.' Dice always loved change, which is the reason for her multiple different professions. She also thought it would be hilarious to think about how the conversation would go as 'I'm the daughter of the Egyptian god Setesh.'

Other: Dice has been alive for along time, but her aging is significantly different than the average human being. She is not, unfortunately immortal, and the lifespan of hers seeming to range to a max of 10,000 years at most. When she realized she was mortal and would only live for such a length of time, she has been known to keep her weaknesses and age a secret. When attempting to converse with her about life, illness, or otherwise similar, she tends to immediately become anti-social or run away. Due to her mental state, anything negative throws her off completely and she can not handle it.

[User]
Sighed, as it seemed she wasn't going to be of much help on this venture. "Well guys, everything I do is reaaaally destructive. Maybe I should just sit back and watch until the shit hits the fan? But... oh! You know... I have this cool trick... that if I can actually see a place by any means, I can... do this!" She raised her staff up, and her other hand more or less punched it. The top of the staff had a black circle, where her hand proceeded to punch through, but her hand didn't appear on the other side.

Her hand proceeded to protrude through the table, right in front of Meltdown, where it waved and then gave a thumbs up. "Literally, if Nici could get into the security room, I could do anything. Anything that uh... fits through this... hole" She giggled, thinking lewdly. "Like, drop in some sort of gas grenade, unlock or open a door. Pick up a gun and use it on someone... the possibilities are endless! If it's small enough, I can even take it out of the room!"

[Assistant]
Gamer

"If you don't mind, I think I'll go head and take a look around..." Before she'd even finished speaking Nicotine faded from sight, her constituent molecules breaking apart as she drifted on the wind towards the base.

In this form she couldn't really do anything, but she would be able to 'see' for herself if what the sensors had been showing was really the state of the base or not.

With her mist form spread as widely as she could make it while still being able to fully control herself, something she had enough trouble doing while in one piece, Nicotine gradually settled over the surface complex and began to work her way done the lift shafts, airducts, pipes and every other opening to the surface she could find.

[User]
Phoenix"I am sorry that I addressed you wrong Pirate Queen." He said to her with no tone at all. "I could lay down a heavy mist so that we have the element of surprise or bring in a thunder storm for the over all distraction factor. But either way one team has caver for their entry and the other has a major distraction." F7 said after listening to her speak.

To demonstrate, he took his gloves off and focused. After a few seconds fog slowly began to pour out of his hands and he willed it to surround them.

" It can be done on a more massive scale if you want. He said to them in general.

Some thing inside of him sparked awake. Something he had not felt in a long time; Excitement. It was faint but he knew it was there and it kind of scared F7. Maybe that therapist was right about human interaction.

[Assistant] Nici being so spread apart made her invisible to the human based eyes of the patrols who continued with their movements as if nothing was happening. The surface level was like the projection showed and what was likely expected, both guards and workers around moving things onto lifts and several vehicles sitting around unmanned outside a of a truck with items in the back. Shed' find it a pretty far way down to the underground portion of the facility, once there she'd find it like a less well funded version of Prometheus. Metal corridors leading to various rooms where soldiers and scientists worked on things and tested weapons, several rooms were so secured that even her air form couldn't slide through. Most other rooms she would be able to slip into most having only the standard guards around, none of them carrying any weapons that seemed alien by appearance. Very little of the base seemed out of the ordinary in fact, anything more advanced or crazy was either very well disguised or was sealed off in the more secured rooms. 4 in the west end and 5 in the east, were the rooms that her smoke form couldn't breach as well as the ones with the most security. A control room for most (but not all) of the base security systems were in a room at the start of the east wing, a few security guys monitoring cameras and computers while a few others with weapons stood inside. Maps and labels screens gave a better idea of what was what and clearer access to see inside the non hidden rooms, none of them showed signs of obvious alien technologies or presence.

[User]
For a moment Nicotine let her consciousness linger in the control room, tempted to try and take the place herself without waiting for the rest of the team, but with with four men watching the screens and three more standing nearby armed it would be a close run thing to pull off. There'd be no way she'd be able to without someone raising an alarm in the process, and if that happened Nicotine would be hard pressed to hold the place alone against a concentrated effort to take the room back before the rest of the team could get inside.

Pulling back her mist, refocusing herself back outside the facility Nicotine stepped back towards the briefing table where the rest of the team were still sitting and talking. Scowling at their inactivity while she'd been doing the 'hard' work she moved gracefully back to her seat, reaching for the interface controls. Quickly she sketched in the details she'd managed to gather of the base's interior, clearly marking the sealed areas and the control room.

"I hope I'm not disturbing your little chat," She said sharply pointing at the updated display, "but here's an idea of what we have to work against."

Giving the team a moment to examine the map she'd drawn Nicotine continued to lay down the information as she'd seen it, explaining the guards' armaments and patrol routes, as well as the heavy presence in the control room. "It'll take several of us working together to disable their security centre, there's too many guards in there for any of us to be able to do it alone. I'm more worried about where they may be keeping this equipment we're supposed to be looking for though, I couldn't find a trace of it anywhere."

[Assistant]
Finn was thinking about the possibilities of what could go wrong in the mission when Nicotine came back from her surveillance and looked at the picture she had drawn of the area and informed them about the guards.

"I have a plan, first I will summon my familiar to help us" he said the words of his summon familiar spell and Drake the fox dragon appeared beside him.

"Hello" the creature said to them as its tail moved from side to side.

"Okay so can any of you fly in a way that won't attract attention? I was thinking that one you and Drake keep a look out from above and if you seen anything than tell Drake and he'll send me the information through our mental connection. As for everyone else, we keep the more obvious team members back in case we need a contingency plan and have the more sneakier members infiltrate the base. We can definitely use Relay's telepathy as well of alerting the people outside in case we need help." he told them.

"Does that sound like a plan?"

[User]
Gave a nod that implied, 'yeah that's not obvious at all,' "Like I said, my tactic would keep the fish in their barrels while we could safely enter and check the place out. But you guys do whatever you wanna do."

Tales

"I'll hang out with your Foxy friend, Mister Finn. And if you guys need me to bring the rain, I'll bring it... literally, hehe!" She made a gesture as if hopping off a really high chair, landing just above the floor. "Call me if ya need me though, 'cuz otherwise I can't do much else here." She giggled, leaving the briefing room to go get ready. Even if 'getting ready' was just making sure her outfit was on right, and her pistols were loaded.


[System]
1.) I'm disgusting.
2.) I make a mess out of everything.
3.) I always get caught.
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Universe: Marvel Earth-8096 (Wolverine & the X-Men)

Personality: If he had gotten the chance to graduate high school, he would've been voted "Most Likely to Hide Under a Chair During Combat" in the yearbook, but he hadn't gotten the chance, so...what could have been wasn't. He does, however, hide under chairs frequently; chairs, desks, beds, inside the pantry, behind a teammate—anyplace available, really. Mort's a nervous, subservient, cowardly, but loyal and sweet-hearted young man who looks like a frog got freaky with Danny Pudi. He has a habit of faking confidence if he thinks he has allies who'll back him up when he's in trouble, namely the Brotherhood, and spends his time hating himself for the stupid things he says later on. So, tl/dr: anxiety-ridden, submissive, not-so-brave, loyal, self-conscious, nice, and a wreck.

Bio: Mort was born in Chicago and was heavily mistreated by his father for his mutated appearance and diminutive personality. When he was fourteen he ran from home, leading him to a life on the streets where he turned boot-licking into an artform and did many a thing for money he's not comfortable reliving. At seventeen he was recruited into the Brotherhood of Mutants, a small terrorist organization, by Pietro Maximoff (Quicksilver). Having no prior combat experience outside of small scraps over money, he didn't do well; his employment as a terrorist culminated in one too many captures by the MRD. Pietro let him go a few months ago (left him in the MRD facilities to rot), and after escaping with a plethora of other mutants, has been sleeping in an abandoned warehouse since.
Hoping to get the ball of life rolling, he snuck onto that damn S.P.R.E.A.D. Shuttle and now life's rolling for sure. He doesn't really know what's going on but it scares him and he's not happy with this arrangement.

Equipment:
* Feet && Shin Guards
* Satchel

	+ Sketchpad
	+ Wallet w/ Fake ID & $43:25
	+ 2 dark chocolate bars and a bag of Doritos
* Small Utility Belt

	+ Pocket knife
	+ Pack of Cigarettes 17/20
	+ Lighter
	+ Cellphone (no service)
	+ Lockpick set
	+ Pencil

Powers and Skills:
* Mutations –

	+ 10' long prehensile tongue capable of lifting a half-ton (give or take)
	+ Mucus Secretions – He has superspit. I kid you not. There's three variations of it; adhesive, fast-drying, and venemous, though he's never used the latter, and if he licks his hands he's capable of wallcrawling.
	+ Super-strength – His legs are specifically talented, putting it within his range of abilities to dent a sheet of steel or collapse someone's ribcage with a well placed kick. He can leg press upwards of two and a half tons and jump 20' upwards and 30' across.
	+ Superhuman Agility – Parcour! He's capable of scaling buildings quickly and easily and his balance is impeccable. He always lands on his feet, which is a good thing when your primary mutation is super-jumping.
	+ Anatomy – Mort's back is curved downwards, making crouching for long periods of time and hopping on all fours easy, though walking like a normal person is difficult and his gait is bow-legged and hunched. His bones are very flexible and hard to break.
	+ Healing Factor – He's young and isn't aware of this ability yet, but he heals much faster than an ordinary human and can theoretically regenerate limbs over time.
	+ Immune System – Mort grew up taking what he could get when he could get it, and he's really not all that averse to eating live bugs and snakes and the like. This doesn't have any affect on his health.
* Skills –

	+ Art – Mort's a talented sketch artist, and has about 6 notebooks filled with doodles of nothing in particular.
	+ Mechanical Engineering – He's not terrible with machines and is good at fixing things. This actually resulted in a mutual, unvoiced crush between him and the X-Man Forge, though it never went anywhere. Maybe he and Tails could collaborate on stuff and things?
	+ Knives && Firearms – He has minimum knowledge of firearms, but he does know how to shoot if need be. On the contrary, he's a natural talent with dual blades and knives, and with some training, could hone these skills into something deadly.
	+ Theft – Years of being desperate have turned him into something of a kleptomaniac. He's a good pickpocket and mug, though a smidge overconfident about this particular skill set.

Other: Speaks in Light Green or #90EE90. Theme for fun: Ever Fallen In Love by The Buzzcocks (check it out, punk rock bruh).

[User] Looking over the other people in the shuttle, Natasha quickly catalogued them and any apparent abilities in her mind. Don't tell me I'm the only non-powered person in here. She thought, a touch exasperated. As usual, however, she looked to be perfectly content. Her cover, Raquel, was a fairly calm and capable kind of person.

[Assistant]
Jacket had boarded the shuttle there where a lot of odd people in here but the one that put him on edge the most was that woman and bald man he had just placed a gun in his pocket. But he tried to ignore him which was a lot easier then he thought it would be.

So just he looked for an empty seat he saw one across from a pair of twins so he sat down they didn't pay him much mind other then a quick glance well brother of the pair seemed stare at him a bit longer but he quickly went back to talking to his sister. Jacket just messed with his Walkman before putting it back into his pocket so he just waited for the shuttle to lunch it made him anxious so he tried searching his pockets for something to take his mind off things, he found it and it was his Game-Boy he forgot that he had taken it with him. so he checked what cartridge was in it, he found it to be "Super Mario Lands" so he turned it on and went on playing his game

Bad was quite displeased with the fact that the shuttle seemed lack a seat appropriate to his Size so he sat down in the corner of the ship and went back to reading his book

[User]
Tails always got tired of explaining how old he was but he decided he would tell Mort.

Sanchez

"I am eight years old, but most people consider me a genius for my age!"

He looked around again noticing an odd looking man with a chicken mask, be he looked back at Mort to continue speaking.

"I am trying to be my own person and not try to be something I can not be"

He said, this was true because he was trying to not always depend on his friend Sonic, because he knew Sonic and because he felt as though it was time to discover himself.

"It's hard to be the sidekick!"

Tails sighed glumly looking at his feet.

[Assistant]
"Oh, heh, yeah. I hear you, man." Mort looked away and thought back to all the times his teammates had sent an withering look his way, how he'd always been last to get his coffee in the morning, how easy it'd been for them to leave him--it was very hard being second (or in his case, fifth) best. It hurt, but not as much as the self-loathing that coiled in his chest at the memories.

But he smiled kindly for Tails anyway, hoping he'd cheer up, and pulled out the bag of Doritos from his satchel and popped them open. He held out the bag with one hand in offering to the younger.

"It's not easy when you're still figuring everything out. It gets better." He wasn't sure, but it sounded good.

[User]
Tails nodded and looked up at Mort, he reached his hand into the bag and pulled out a few odd looking triangular shaped pieces of fiber and popes one of them into his mouth.

It was delicious as a matter of fact it probably was the best thing he had ever tasted, he smiled at Mort who Tails figured was also a sidekick of some sort always left in the dust, so to speak.

Sanchez

"That makes me feel better Mort thanks!"

He popped another 'Dorito' into his mouth then when he finished chewing and swallowed he licked his fingers and then spoke again.

"That tasted really good it's probably the best thing I have ever eaten in my life!"

He said to Mort, the food was probably the best thing he had ever eaten other than rabbit which was really good but he appreciated that Mort had cheered him up a little bit although Tails could never forget that he was number two, even if he ate Doritos all his life.

[Assistant] Lex realized the others here had powers. He then guessed the red-head woman was possibly another human like him. "I like to build robots, mech suits, and weapons. I usually make whatever is useful for me and my goals." Lex looked over seeing a annoying man in red, who resembled Deathstroke. A relative maybe? Slade did have family. Lex looked back at the computer, the donwloading was complete. He smirked to himself, as all the shuttle's technological secrets were now at Lexcorp,and his computer. He looked over as the ugly green guy talked with Tails.

[User]
His smile was a little bit more genuine now, glad his words had worked their magic--or his chips, either way.

Mort took a Dorito and flicked it into the air, deciding to show off; his tongue shot out of his mouth and snaked upwards three feet or so, catching the Dorito and retracting to his mouth like a rubber band. He chewed, and grinned.

"You don't have Doritos in Mobius? I wouldn't say they're the best, but they're pretty good. I think pizza cheats them out of...fourth place, maybe?" He shrugged. Considering he had no qualms with eating bugs or small lizards, live, he probably wasn't the best judge of flavor.

He noticed the scary looking dude looking at them and raised a brow, wondering if his tongue move wasn't low-key enough.

[Assistant]
Tails was impressed by Morts abilities, which were very frog-like but interesting at the very most.

"That's a pretty cool ability,"

Tails said to Mort, who chewed on the Dorito he seemed pretty surprised that Mobius didn't have Doritos, in fact Tails wondered why no one had ever made Doritos although people made things like Pizza and Chilli Dogs but no Doritos, he noted to keep this in mind once or when he returned to Mobius to start manufacturing Doritos for the world.

"Mort we do have Pizza, and as a matter of fact Chilli Dogs"

Rolling his eyes he said as he became comfortable in his seat, his tails twitching.

"My best friend is obsessed with Chilli Dogs"

He said, reaching for his bags pulling a backpack close to his and pulled the incomplete android out and then pulled a screw driver from his tool belt and began surveying the small android for imperfections.

Sanchez

[User]
The shuttle had finally arrived. Truth being told, the gathering crowd made Sable both interested and uncomfortable, not that he would show signs of either. He had a sinking feeling in his being that he would have to eventually deal with these strange folk, but couldn't explain it. Nor did he want to.

Not to say he didn't want to: the anthropomorphized foxes made him ponder, perhaps they were new members of the Vulpix family line? They looked much more different than any other Pokemon he had seen before. Then again, the world flew ahead of you after being alive for thousands and millions of years, existing mostly as a legend.

Boarding the shuttle, Sable took a seat in the back of the car. He fixed his sunglasses and focused his attention on a small book -- a personal book that would document his experiences for his siblings, Kyurem and Reshiram -- because in all honesty, this trip wasn't a vacation or anything else. It was a new final frontier to see what the multi-verse could bring to his species -- and his ideal of a perfect world.

And being a pilgrim wasn't very easy, apparently.

[Assistant] Bad Mothafucka looked up from his own book as he saw the new arrival his interest was a bit pecked at the book that the man was holding

[User]
He felt eyes on him -- the legendary Pokemon was being watched.

Tapping the button on his pen, he placed both that and the little black book into a pocket on the inner side of his heavy, black coat. He fixed his sunglasses, looking at this unfamiliar. . creature. "Is something I can help you with, gent?" The green skin was a little off-setting, but it wasn't anything out of the ordinary. Especially in the past couple of years when Sable had been introduced to violence, guns and the obscure idea that humans could have "superpowers".

Life was certainly more "alive" in the past century or so.

[Assistant] Mizn was alerted when the shuttle arrived at the station quickly gathering his only items the bobble head and dust canister. Entering shuttle 11 he located a seat near the balded headed organic. Quickly taking his seat the automaton looked around at people he will be traveling with. He decide to try to make small talk with the baled human next to him. "Introduction: Greetings bald human, I am Mizn how are you?" the automaton asked.

[User]
"That's a pretty cool ability."

"It ain't much and it ain't pretty, honestly. Your friend's off a bit, man; chili dogs don't even come close to the top five. Have they ever tried a quesadilla, or...?" Mort watched Tails work in minor awe, the slits of his pupils contracting.

When he'd been younger, he'd been fascinated by this sort of thing. He once tried to take the VCR apart to see if he could put it together again (he could) and when his dad found out, he'd been given hell (he had to. If he hadn't put it back together, he might as well have been excommunicated). He smiled at the other in admiration and growing fondness--Tail's wasn't kidding around when he said he was a genius for his age--and ignored the envy he felt.

"That's the types of robots you work on? Is it an AI?"


[System]
Chemist of the Night
ALIASES AND NICKNAMES: Jar, Chemist of the Night, JRock, The Cook.
AGE: 57
TURNED: June 4th, 1982

PERSONALITY:Fun-loving, dark-hearted, musical, calculating, hot-headed, passionate, mean-spirited and extremely ambitious. Don't let the rocker looks fool you, his business acumen is unmatched. His intelligence also makes him prideful and hard to get along with at times. Jareth also does everything with a dramatic - often theatrical and bordering on flamboyant - flair.

BIOGRAPHY: Jareth was at his prime in the late seventies and early eighties. He spent his days sleeping in and his nights getting drunk, high, and making music with the boys. Jareth was the lead singer and guitarist for Crim Son, a little band he started in his foster parents' garage - before they kicked him out, that is. I guess they didn't like the drugs, or his friends, or his music, or… him.

Even before vampirism - even with the excessive drug use - Jareth had a great mind, talent, and ambition on his side. His little garage band took off in the local Portland region, gaining a decent following and, fortunate for the boys, a few groupies. After a show one night, Jar was smoking out in the alley behind the bar when a hot little thing with fiery hair and a leather miniskirt approached him. Thinking her another groupie and always being one to objectify women, Jareth pinned her against the brick wall and kissed her hard and fast.

At his brutish reaction to her charm, the vampire woman clutched her hand around his chin and switched their position only to slam him against the wall with enough force to make him shudder. "No, no, little beauty. I'm going to teach you how to submit." She said in a purr.

Jareth can't remember much of what happened next, he remembers pain similar to getting a tattoo, except one his neck. He assumes that's when she bit him. But she didn't turn him then, oh no, that would have ruined all her fun. When he woke up he was tied up in leather and chains, coated in his own blood. She did things to him, evil torturous things, sometimes pleasurable things, and in a way it may have seemed like she was doing these things to show him that the way he treated women was wrong. But that wasn't the case, she was just evil, and her behavior only caused his hatred to grow, but Jareth was clever in his hatred. Such a clever boy.

The ruby-haired woman promised that if he should ever learn to submit to her, she would make him strong like she was, and he could be hers forever. Strength, Jareth craved to feel strong again, so he put his mind to work. He had convinced her that she had broken him, that he had come to love her in all the torture and time. So she turned him into a vampire, and as soon as he was able, he killed her.

It didn't take long for Jareth to figure out what his special powers were. His strengths in life became his strengths in death, as his brilliant mind constantly worked in overdrive. In the dawn of modern science, Jareth had a knack for things like chemistry and synthesis. And what did he do with his awesome powers, well he figured out how to make money, of course. Vampires, especially old vampires, get bored easily -They have an eternity to live, to explore, to contemplate, and they can't even get high? And what do vampires have a lot of, especially the older ones? Money, and they are more than willing to spend it, especially on the darker things in life.

Jareth got to work synthesizing a drug that works on vampires. He figured out a way to genetically and chemically alter human blood so that it gave vampires the effect of being high, a high much like that of tripping on acid. All vampires react to O-neg a bit differently, but for Jar, it gave him back the only thing he missed about his humanity: a way to escape his own mind. For some vampires it felt like ecstasy, or just pot, or acid, it could take you all the way up and then let you crash through the floorboards. For Jareth, it gave him back the inspiration he needed to continue with his music, it stopped the endless thinking, thinking, thinking…

Vampires took to O-neg like kids in a candy store, and before long, Jareth was one of the youngest extremely wealthy vampires in the US. Wealthy, but not famous, Jareth wasn't stupid; He kept his recipe hidden in his head and his work severely underground. In his travels, Jareth met Theo and they bonded like two f**ked up peas in a pod. Jareth is the money and brains behind Blod, and Theo is the brute strength. Theo was just the person that Jar needed to find in order to keep him safe from his own ambitious ways.

FAMILY: Rogue – Blod family member. Jareth keeps his membership to Blod a secret, much like his O-neg lab. Even Adelisa wouldn't recognize him as a Blod member… the only one who knows, and the only one who matters, is Theo.

POWER: Brilliant Mind. The whole idea of people having a stronger left brain or right brain doesn't apply to Jareth, he excels at both the arts and sciences. He is what the humans would call a bonafide genius. That being said, his mind is his own strength and weakness – it is impermeable to compulsion and mental manipulation, but his intelligence hinders his perception of social cues and morality.

SIDES: Downright evil. He likes other vampires, but he seeks out the fall of the other established families in the city, desiring to have the whole city in O-neg's grasp. Jareth is more than willing to drink from and kill humans. He is also known to be an extreme misogynist.

WEAPON:Chemical warfare, where he lacks in strength, he makes up for in intelligence and crafty weaponry. Homemade bombs and acids, chemicals and fire, those sorts of things are his forte.

OTHER:Don't let the rocker chic and the charm fool you, Jareth is NOT one of the good guys.

[User]
Klaus was pleasantly surprised not to hear the other vampire unsheathe a blade or pull a gun as he turned back. Instead, he followed in silence, probably just as tense as he was. It seemed more and more apparent that the other didn't mean any immediate harm, though Klaus was still understandably hesitant to trust him. When they reached the kitchen, he noticed Mithias' gaze on the book, which he addressed as he opened the freezer.

"It was co-written by a vampire," Klaus explained, wrinkling his nose in contempt. He pulled out a single bag of blood and then wrinkled his nose at that. He just didn't like anything about the house, it seemed. "I'm Klaus," he added. Despite his age, Klaus wasn't a terribly big name in the vampire world--he spent most of his time off the supernatural grid and definitely staying out of family business. He glanced to the other before tossing the bag into the microwave. When he found the right buttons, his attention turned to the cupboards where he fetched a single mug. Then, since all he could do was wait for the blood to warm, he focused his attention on the other guest again.

Those golden eyes were complimented by a handsome face and long hair, and Klaus' gaze flickered away for a moment. He had nothing more to say and he was still hesitant to ask questions as the wrong questions could give the stranger answers better kept secrets. So instead, his gaze flickered to the clock above the kitchen entrance; he wondered where Mira was and--he would never admit it--but he did hope Praetor walked in with her. The more Kingstons the merrier at the moment. He turned back to the microwave. He was quick to pull the bag out, dump its contents into the mug as he tensed at the scent, and set it before Mithias.

[Assistant]
*"I see them as no better than Englishmen."* said Adrian.

Just the thought of the English folk made Béatrix audibly growl, she'd never really given up the grudge that she held since before she was made a vampire. Adrian then mentioned that she always looked more like herself covered in someone else's blood.

"Covered, you think?" Trixy asked, "I'd like to think that a mild splattering from gunshots accents my eyes better." She gave a dark smile and chuckled at her own joke. Trixy flitted over to the door, the excitement of the hunt propelling her.

[User]
**Alistair Blackmoore**

"But certainly not as *fun* as the Englishmen," Alistair said, the words dredging up memories of Jacobites and the Union as he moved to follow Adrian. He gazed around the room of unconscious humans with a pensive frown. "I'll call in a few friends to erase their memories."

He grinned wolfishly at Trixy. "One day, we'll get you in a blood-red, poofy Victorian dress. I'm sure that'll accent your eyes too."

**Morven Blackmoore**

"It's none of our business, Ches – or, well, yours'. I just don't like you being so close to it all." Morven said, standing on her tiptoes to tuck the strand of hair back behind the taller – older – vampire's ear. Still untidy, but ever so slightly better, enough for her to nod to herself. "My grandson's probably dealing with it right this second."

She linked arms with Ches to keep them moving. It was certainly unsafe for the two to just stand still, a pair of freaks, in the middle of the sidewalk. "When was the last time you had a bath? Your hair can be both... tickly *and* filled with dread from not washing."

[Assistant]
Ches pursed his lips like a disappointed child when he was told he couldn't help, nudging another pebble with his toe. But his pouting stopped and was replaced with the homeless vampire's usual goofy grin as Morven linked arms with him. He looked down at the smaller vampire, or rather just turned his head towards the girl's general direction as there was no way for him to see through the bandages around his eyes.

He cocked his head to the side as he considered Morven's question, as if it was truly difficult. **"Hmm... Ches played in the green water at the big park last time Mama Melody was on the funny box."** He said, though it was little vague Morven could figure out Ches meant he went swimming in the lake at central park.

[User]
Adelisa silently followed the small group. They looked over at the tavern, but went past it and toward the docks. Adelisa stiffened slightly, knowing the amount of new vampires but still decided to follow. Of course she did not trust newly turned. She watched the group join the others, but at a distance.

She could hear them talking about their adventures and she rolled her eyes at how "amazing" they thought this all was. She hated it, but she shoved that down to watch the newbies at work.

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"Is that so?" Mithias responded about the book, concluding from the wrinkled nose that it didn't belong to Klaus. He tilted his head ever so slightly as he watched Klaus warm a blood bag for him. Truly, he had expected a wine or scotch, but blood... this was an offering.

Blood was life. It was a sacrifice given by a single person, one member of the species Mithias had come to call his kindred. In a way, at least to Mithias, it was sacred. Blood was something required by a vampire, and if not given it would be taken in the heat of an uncontrollable thirst. Such a drink wasn't the same as any other. It was like giving sustenance, adding to one's health, a gift that truly promoted power survival and sanity. Mithias was touched.

Lifting the mug in two hands and holding it before him, the black-clad warrior bowed deeply. "My gratitude, Klaus." Mithias knew that no matter where Klaus had gotten this blood, he could have used it himself, but instead had shared it with Mithias.

He drank deeply from the mug. The vision of a hefty young man with dirty blonde hair and military uniform lying on a table at some mall somewhere appeared in his mind. A good heart he had, having grown into adulthood with discipline and a loving family... his mother in particular, smiling at him. Only a flash, but the blood spoke to Mithias of the soul of the being it came from.

Eyes closed and head bowed, the vampire hovered a moment over his mug. A red glow faintly fading from his eyes as he looked up again. How long would it be before Mira returned?

[User] Adrian started walking with his hands grasping slightly at his suit jacket and when they were finally walking he turned to Alistair, "I have good reason to believe these vamps want to make a name for themselves." His tone darkened, "I got a letter from Morgan..." He pulled Trixy and Alistair closer with his massive arms, "All that was in the letter was a crow feather...but we all know Morgan's gift is divination... And the crow represents death..." Adrian released his grasp and his cheer suddenly returned as they started making their way to the docks.

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"When it comes to dresses, I much prefer purple. It shows the world just how royal I am." Trixy responded to Alistair with a playful smile that lit up her eyes, giving a nod to the noble heritage she was forced to leave behind. She linked her arm in his in propriety as they headed out the door. Suddenly Adrian piped up and spoke to them of foreboding news from his sire.

"There will be death, and a lot of it, as I cross off every name on my list" Trixy said with a sly smile, masking her true emotions. Truth be told, she knew that divination was a powerful gift, one that often spoke volumes of the future. Morgan would only send a message that dark if she was confident in its accuracy.

Béatrix felt a stab of fear, and the realization that she had made a mistake gripped her throat like an iron vice. She should have never settled down, she should have never made the choice to care for these people. A Blackmoore was going to die… but who?


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Age: 22

Gender: Male

Personality: Blayze seems to be a child trapped in an old person's body at times. He loves to mess around and pull jokes on people. He will be your best friend and will be as loyal to you as he can. He can sometimes be very quiet when you first meet him, but he opens up pretty quickly. He can be serious and whenever he is, he gets whatever things are commanded of him done. He does not disobey a direct order from the Queen and will never ever betray her. He has this quirk to where he cannot actually directly disobey an order from a person in charge of him. He feels a moral obligation to carry out every command that he could from that person, no matter if it is the captain or the Queen or the Princess. He would do anything that they told him to do.

Role/Title: He is a noble knight to the true Queen of Waylox. He is much untrained at close, hand to hand or sword, fighting, but he is an amazing archer and can make almost impossible shots for a normal archer. He can even shoot riding backwards on a horse. He began to get better at sword fighting after his father died

History: Blayze grew up inside Waylox during the Royal Family's reign. Every time they had a public appearance, he and his family were there. His father was a knight before him and this is what inspired Blayze to become a knight himself. His father was a knight who protected the former Queen and King (This Queen's Parents) and he began to teach Blayze sword fighting when he was about six years old. Blayze's mother was a seamstress working in the lower levels of the castle. She caught a deadly sickness from one of the pieces that she had been working on for the young Queen when he was ten years old and died on his eleventh birthday.

After his mother's death, his father threw himself headlong into protecting the newborn Princesses of the Queen and King and began to ignore Blayze more often. He would come home tired and fall immediately to sleep, not saying one thing to Blayze. He would ignore Blayze for most of the day and when Blayze asked him, he would say painfully, "You look too much like your mother for me to look at you." This hurt Blayze very much and he began to train harder than ever so his father would not see his mother and rather see him as a man himself.

Once the former King and Queen died, his father protected the new Queen until his last breath. His father died inside their house and was completely alone. Blayze had been out training with a few of the other younger knights when his father came home and practically collapsed on the ground. Blayze's father died of natural causes when Blayze was only seventeen. Blayze then took up his father's place in the Queen's army and began to protect the new Queen himself. He worked hard every day, even training in his periods of free time throughout the day. He wanted to make his father as proud as he could. He knew his father would watch over himself as he began to work beside the Queen. He began to refine his sword fighting skills as well as his archery skills. He began to get better and better every day.

When the Queen needed protection from the tyrant known as Ovorion, Blayze was one of the first to step up. He knew that this was the moment that he had been waiting for his whole life: the way that he could make his father proud. He would protect the Queen until his last breath, like his father had done before he had died. They escorted her away into the night and Blayze was mostly the one helping to train the Queen and Princess in combat before they could come back to the castle and claim it back for the right of her Majesty herself. He taught them everything he could, ranging from archery to hand-to-hand combat, sword fighting to knife throwing, anything that had to do with combat he taught them. He would stay up late at night keeping watch outside and almost never sleep. He even forgot to eat meals sometimes. He was dedicated to the two royalty.

Anything extra: Blayze has a slight, very small crush on the Queen, but he ignores it because he knows that it will put both himself and the Queen and Princess in danger.

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Alniyat slid her parchment back into her bag as the group brushed her meager request of audience as honestly they clearly had much pressing matters to discuss. Even the Princess runt was caught up in this, and in Alnyiyat's opinion the girl was about as attentive a squirrel in an acorn tree.

She had no problem finding an open chair nearby and ordering a flagon of mead and a bowl of nuts. While most barkeeps would question her rather youthful appearance her rather adult blade acted as enough proof, as her drink was brought she reclined and watched the events transpire with a rather curious eye. Her heroes seemed rather more human than tales suggested, particularly Rand who was in fact bleeding! The Knight captain was a bit more energetic and expressive, but he did seem like an old lion after all!

The loud mouth seemed to enjoy stirring the pot to fill the void in his interest. He played some sort of game of chance, and did something that made it less a game of chance and more blatantly stealing. Soon enough they where going to step outside, Alniyat had wished they wouldn't it would be wayyyy more fun in here if they had thrown down on the spot. Rather suddenly her own attention was stolen by the sound of a thud. While its not exactly right to stand for someone who might not need it the behavior of the man was not acceptable, Alniyat slammed the rest of her drink, as if trying to drown her growing rage. Soon enough though the problem seems to solve itself....Alniyat pops a nut in her mouth before letting out a "Huh...That was odd."

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Blayze does not look down as the Commander glares at him and Rand. He does not care. He did what he was ordered to do and he cannot turn down an order. He watches the thief as he hustles some of the people there at the tavern and smirks slightly. He still stands close next to the Queen and has his bow drawn, an arrow notched in it down by his side. He most definitely looks like a Ranger at this point, but he does not care. He looks to the Commander, raising an eyebrow.

The female knight that has joined the group looks interesting. She looks like she is brand new to this almost. She holds herself like a rookie in the knight field and Blayze smirks. If she wanted in with these people, she was going to have to look more professional. He does not know how well she is at fighting, but he can already tell that she is not up to the caliber as him and Rand are. Speaking of which... He turns his eyes over to his fellow knight and sees the healer helping him out. Blayze has traveled many places, but he has not seen a healer of this skill before. But something about that woman looks very familiar.

He turns his eyes back to the thief, Thom, as he notices the hustled players get furious and begin shouting. The thief gives a smile and says something along the lines of taking it outside. Blayze looks to the Commander, curiously wondering if he should jump in and break it up. The thief would be of no use to them in jail, but because of his bad attitude, Blayze really wanted to see how this fight went down. He kneels down next to the Queen once more and asks, "Milady, should we break up the fight? I do not think that this will end well for anyone."

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(This is a collab post with me and Twisted)

As Blayze leaned in to whisper to the Queen, the commander grabbed the back of his shirt, yanking him back, "No, you have no right to speak to her. No offense, milady, but if she made it an order to go looking for allies, and an order for neither of you to stay, then that was stupid, but you're not simply soldiers," He said, looking to Rand as he said this, "You're knights.You are above simple orders and just doing as you're told. You have the brains in your skulls to make decisions, logical decisions, and one of you should have made the decision to stay," he looked back to Blayze, "And when you're ready to admit you're wrong, that's when I'll give you permission to breath the same air as her," he said before pushing him away from Rhysln.
Rhysln bit her lip when Bayweil pulled Blayze back, having seen that coming, but she was not about to step on his toes. He was the commander for a reason. He knew battle and strategy, something she was still honestly figuring out. She cleared her throat before looking towards Ilsibin, "I don't think we can honestly predict the battles, I'm sure the closer we get the more desperate the attacks will be, but I've seen enough of the generals to know, considering he pulled them from the people directly. They were lords on the fringes of Waylox that felt that I was too soft and that I should have let the Yeojin handle their problems on their own and I should never have intervened period. My actions there is what drove them to join him."
The tattered cloak of a large figure enters the establishment with a rather awkward silence about him. The cowl looks about before looking on the rather rambunctious group. The movements of the figure would have given the impression that it was a ghost, but it was just a ridiculous amount of grace...

"How? I have been absent for something close to two star cycles and yet you let the kingdom fall into such dissaray. A fools errand I know, but still. You managed to let the entire kingdom fall. And now rather than try to attract little attention as possible, I find you mid a open quarrel in a tavern with more than three sets of prying eyes....On top of that you are bickering over childish nonsense."

At the ends of his words the cowl slid down showing a very dishevled Glenndaugion. A rather tired smile on his face but his eyes pertray his irritation towards the Knight commander.

"Rather than throttle the young Blayze, perhaps you could fill me in on the situation."
"It seems while I was out gathering information and trying to find allies worth our time when we get out of this village, both of these two," Bayweil thumbed to the knights, "Left as well, on the same errand, bringing back all of these misfits, though, it seems the Empress sent some of her own people as well," he motioned to the few that just didn't seem to fit, "The fact she knew where to send them troubles me… But this means we need to get going very soon- why are you in such bad shape?" he raised a brow, concerned what kind of things that meant.

Rhysln and Nautica both seemed very relieved to see Glenndaugion, to know he was alright, but neither of them said anything since he had made a good point about the fact they were kind of beacons when they should have been a little better hidden.
Glenndaugion seemed a tad shocked, he wiped his face a noticed the long since dried blood. "Oh my, I have been quite out of sorts. The fact that I was able to find a specific location I took a more risky route to get here." He began to free his rather long hair from his robes, its length rivialed the queens, it had been some time since he had taken the time to maintain it though. "I mistakenly distrubed a pair of rock wraiths in the deep wood. As you know, I am not skilled in the sating of the spirits so I was forced to excersie them with force." Glenndaugion turned to the Queen and her sister and looked at them with a rather irritated smile. "My ladies, I know you are both in a trying time, but it is common practice to not leave the queen without a bishop when you send away your knight-"

He cut his sentence short as he jerked around, and a flash explodes from the cloak. A singular blade met the forehead of a individual who had just entered, Glenndaugion turned around with an apologetic look. "We must cut this lecture short I am afraid. I believe that is the first of many. Too many high value persons in one place."
The commander was about to ask what he thought he was doing, but when he spoke, he nodded, understanding what he meant, "Let's get moving then," He said and Rhysln and Nautica stood up, "Unfortunately with only the mountains and the deep woods around us, our exit routes are rather limited," he mused, trying to plan a few steps ahead. In the woods, they were undoubtedly going to be ambushed, but they could also run in to some inhuman threats.

"The two of us being unarmed makes us burdens and easy targets," Rhysln pointed out but the commander's hand on her head was her cue not to keep trying to insinuate she should get a weapon
"The day I trust you with a sword is the day I admit the commander can best me in dress." Glenndaugion wasted little time poking his head out the door checking the surroundings, he pulls back in wondering how well the scouts of the group are. "Those of you who are fleet of foot, would you please find us a route that won't immediately result in violence?"
To say a slight look of insult crossed Rhysln's face would be an understatement, but she quickly cleared her expression and stepped out of the way to allow anyone who wanted to take up the chance to prove themselves from the start out of the tavern. Mawblack found the experience much more frustrating by the second, having to reply on people he didn't know or trust yet to assure the safety of the two royals.

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Blayze gasps hard as the collar of his shirt digs into his neck. He chokes on his own saliva as he is thrown back. He coughs hard, leaning against the table. He does not glare at the Commander. Rather, he keeps looking at the ground. Why did he have to be so loyal and so stupid at the same time? The Queen never commanded him to leave her, but she did say to go find recruits. Why hadn't he been smart enough to remember that he should have stayed with the Queen? Or at least one of them should have. He rubs at his now marked throat, blinking the bright pain out of his eyes as he grabs his bow once again and notches another arrow in it.

There's a sudden movement behind him and Glenndaugion throws a knife, stabbing an incoming spy or assassin near the doorway. Blayze immediately readies himself as the bishop begins to explain that they have to leave. He looks to the window and sees who he recognizes as one of Ovorion's spies. He raises his bow, draws back his string, and shoots directly through the glass, causing it to shatter. If the bar was not in panic right now, it was certainly at this point. The glass falls upon the heads of the other patrons and people begin screaming and running for the door. Blayze turns to the bishop and his commander and says, "They are here faster than you think, my lords. We must get the princess and queen to safety. There is a passage through the woods near a cabin that I found out there. It is abandoned and so deep in the woods that no one would have found it. I stumbled upon it by chance on my recruiting journey. We could take up refuge there for the moment." He looks at the commander expectantly. "I know I have let you down, sir, just give me a chance to prove myself again. I will lead the way, that way if any enemies come our way, I will be the one to die first."

Or they willhe thinks to himself. Without waiting for an answer, he runs to the front of the tavern, shoving passed running and screaming people and stands guard outside the tavern doors, another arrow raised to his eyes. He is ready if any more spies or assassins are to come. He notices a few people still standing as people are running and screaming to get to their homes. People who stay have something to lose he thinks to himself again. He watches those men closely, making sure they don't move. He awaits the commander and the Royal line as he stands guard outside the door.