[System]
Appearance:

(Ignore the gun, his pansy ass probably couldn't even lift it)
Height/Weight: 5'2, 112 lbs.

Age: 19

Personality: While Leonard may seem like a rather grim person, that's just a misconception most people would get from his clothing. He's actually rather shy, and tries to hide as much of himself from others as he can, hence the hood and the faceguard. He's actually a lot nicer than you'd take him for, difficult to anger and easy to please. As a doctor, he believes it to be his duty to help the unwell, and can't stand to see people suffer when he can do something to help. Even though he has Hypochondriasis.

Home Island: North Blue, Principality of Eurijk

History: To understand why Leonard is the way he is, it's more important to know who his parents were, or rather, parent. A woman by the name of Charlotte Siegfriedt, infamously known as the Plague Woman. A person who consumed a rather odd Devil-Fruit by the name of the Toru-Toru no Mi, the Thieving fruit. Despite the powerful nature of the fruit, Charlotte solely used the innately malicious power of the fruit to, rather than steal things such as other's organs or lives, instead stole from them their ailments, their weariment, their sickness, and their afflictions. Truly a saint, Charlotte traveled the world, willing to help whoever she could save by using her own body as the host for innumerable viruses.

Doing so was no easy task for her, however. The pain was unbearable at times, with several fevers racking her body every week, sometimes hitting at the same time. Were it not for her strong conviction to help others, she likely would have died in her sleep countless times. Naturally, carrying that many ailments would shorten one's lifespan dramatically, and as such, she was fated to die by the age of 30, if not sooner. Doing what she could with her remaining time, she travelled the North Blue, where she was already infamous for having eliminated the lethal Muave Pox that spread through it years before; infamous for being the only known carrier of it. As such, she was shunned and nearly stoned to death several times, resulting in the loss of one of her eyes.

From there, Leonard isn't sure of how he came to be. He isn't sure who his father is, or how an infant was able to be born without getting deathly ill from a woman like his mother. But what he did know was that his mother was dying every moment he was with her. It was a terrifying experience for the boy, knowing that his mother would die soon. But he never expected the day she would leave their make-shift home in the middle of the swamp-land region of Eurijk. Without a word of goodbye besides a letter telling Leonard to live honestly, his mother vanished. Sailing off to sea, she perished in the middle of the sea somewhere, her body drifting to the bottom of the sea with her host of plagues. Terribly saddened and alone, Leonard soon declined into depression, cursing the world that there was never anyone who could cure his mother of her illnesses.

Now alone in the world, Leonard studied tirelessly to perfect medicines of his own concoction, using himself and various animals around the area to test his brews. One of those concoctions also happened to nearly blow his entire home to pieces, resulting in the left side of his face to be burned quite severely. Years later, without a penny to his name, he set off into the world to cure the incurable, more than aware of his dream being absolutely ridiculous. But then...a world free of sickness never was his own dream. It was his mother's.

Fighting Style: Do No Harm
Despite his Hippocratic Oath, Leonard understands perfectly well that in this violent world, conflict is inevitable. While not a proficient hand-to-hand fighter, he has the knowledge required to dislocate someone's bones if given enough of an opening, as well as having amazingly precise and steady hands. Combined with his accurate vision, he is able to throw scalpels like throwing knives with a great deal of precision.

Crew Position: Doctor

Bounty: 0

Others: Wears his faceguard more to hide his face than to keep from catching something, despite his frightfully strong immune system.
While he does have the potential to have rather strong Observation Haki, he is currently unaware of Haki's existence, and has no idea how to use it.
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Sylas

This woman just didn't understand how great her opponent truly was. Sylas only made a disappointed sigh as she jumped around to keep avoiding his expanding glass floor. "You marines just don't get it," Sylas started to comment before noticing that Hanna had made a very direct lunge at him for an attack. The young ex-captain brought up his glass swords in an X shape, blocking her saber at the cost of their blades. The collision shattered both swords but deflected Hanna's sword enough to keep Sylas from harm. In that brief moment, time seemed to slow down. The shards of the swords just hung in the air as the marine woman aimed her pistol at Sylas once again. "I won't be defeated."

The pirate spun around on his axis and leaned back, twirling out of the way of Hanna's aim right before she fired. The glass that had broken and flung around the air began to move, being manipulated and pulled back towards Sylas. The two broken sword hilts he was holding began attracting the glass, reforming the blades as if they had never broken in the first place. All the while he continued his rotation to make a full circle, facing the airborne and vulnerable Hanna. "Remember my name." In a display of speed and brutality, Sylas brought both sabers down across her right side, creating a deep cut in the shape of an X along her right midsection. A blow to end a fight, surely, but not necessarily lethal. The glass on the ground that had been moving to capture her had ceased activity, simply becoming inanimate flooring. The bloody swords fell to the ground as Sylas moved both his hands to dramatically remove his glasses before striking a pose over the defeated marine. "Sylas Maison, the next great legend." He the put his glasses back on, taking a moment to look down at Hanna to make sure she wouldn't try to attack him again. She did seem tenacious, after all, and a sword to the back would be a great way for her to get revenge.

[Assistant]
~MAIN STREET~

Honnaji

 The female captain seemed to be rather intrigued by his movements and even had slight smile on her face. Brushing her hair from her face and re-adjusting her glasses she takes a side stance as well.
 "You are pretty good. Looks like I can't hold back against you." Still holding her ginger grin she kicks off both of her shoes one at a time. Neither of the heavy shoes were launched at Tristin. The first landed on a barrel of grain and it busted the barrel immediatly. The second landed hard on the cobblestone street cracking the stones. She now stands barefoot on the street and relishes the feeling of the bare ground beneath her.

 "This fight has just begun....or so I would like to say." She sighs as she looks up towards the tavern. A massive cannon blast had rocketed the other marine captain into the city and she didn't think he would be getting back up any time soon. She looks on at the oncoming band of pirates led by Nikko. "I don't really feel like trying to take on that many pirates at once by myself. Besides it looks like I might be needed back at port as well. I suppose I will see you there." She sneers. With a stamp of her heel she seems to almost disappear as she moves incredibly fast. Her speed wasn't anything to sniff at before but now she is incredible. The sudden change of pace takes Tristin off guard and she lands her foot right int he center of his chest.

 "Would you mind helping a lady step up?" she says just before kicking off of tristan's chest and launching herself into the air landing several houses away. Gracefully she lands into a back-flip and then leaps again towards the port reaching her destination rather quickly.

@Bai Suzhen@The Irish Tree@Invisible

 Nikko reaches the places where the battles had just taken place not to long ago. She see's the body of a marine with an unmistakable shark bite wound. The detached arm lay across the way next to two men who wore lieutenant insignia. There were a number of other injured marines as well and the last remaning captain was fighting two men at once. Suddenly she leaped away after spotting Nikko and the others coming towards them.

 "Well damn." Nikko exhales. She survey's the wreckage and sets Leonard down. She had mostly ignored his protests up until this point. "Looks like we missed the party. And that woman I don't think she just retreated out of fear. I think something is about to happen in the port. Everyone ready for whatever it may be?" She asks the group that had been with her. Then turning she faces the new ones as well. "Looks like you guys fought with my 1st mate. Big guy. Kind of a shark. Hard to miss. Anyway if any of you had fought alongside him you are welcome to join me and the rest of us to take care of this mess at the port."

 "Oh..." she pauses when Ryan asked her name. "Its Nikko. Nice to meet you." She holds out her hand to shake his. "I'd be glad to have whatever help we can get here in just a bit. I think we should probably continue on though." She narrows her eyes and the group headed out towards the port once more. Arriving just after the woman who had been fighting tristan.

~THE PORT~
@Ira

 Marxo and Nabil were still facing off against the older Sergeant. They may have noticed the other captain that had arrived on scene just moments earlier but they didn't seem to pay him any mind. Nabil himself began to make a melded weapon out his own hands and Sergeant was preparing something himself. Not anything special but simply a kempo looking battle stance.

 "You two...are going to become dangerous if I don't stop you." The old man says. "But as you are right now I don't mind doing a 2 v 1. Though at this point it won't remain that way for long. My second best student has now woken up and I doubt he will make things easy for you even if you manage the miracle of defeating me."

 The lunge happened quickly and he backed up. The lances followed him and some scraped his chest making a long singed burn mark. The Sergeant's shirt lights on fire and he quickly tosses it to the side landing several meters away from his starting position. He is rather muscular but more importantly he is covered with scars.

 "Well that smarts." He says glancing down at his newest scar. "Your ability is quite annoying. It even damaged by fishing pole." With a stamp of his foot the port floor cracks and the old man makes a thrust attack that manages a shockwave. Its much like the flying sword strikes of impressive swordsman but instead its a blunt palm strike passing through the air aimed right at Nabil.

 Hanna lay defeated after being cut into multiple times. She didn't have that much of a chance to begin with but she had enough talent to keep up at least. She heard his name again one more time before loosing consciousness on the ground.

 The victory would have to be short lived as the female captain with glasses arrives on the scene just in time to witness Hanna's defeat. The woman is very tall, over six feet, with long blond hair and is notably barefoot.

 "Hanna?" She gasps but does not approach. It seems something else had also caught her attention. "Rickshaw..." She was now looking over at the bed-headed captain who had landed on the port just moments ago. He stood next to the large Fishman who had also recently arrived.

 @boss muffin

 The young man who had just leaped from the ship with bead head cracks his shoulders and looks on at the fights happening in the port. He scratches the stubble on his chin and looks mildly interested. However before too long he spots the massive shark fishman that had just arrive as well.

 "Oh? You look strong. Mind helping me wake up? Big fella like you has to have some fight in 'em?" He asks rather casually. Its unnerving how calm he is. No its beyond calm its ...relaxed.

[User] "Nice to meet you Nikko! I'm Ryan!" Ryan shook her hand and began looking around. He smiled even as he saw the carnage around him. He had seen much worse before, hell, he had done much worse before. The life of a pirate was a violent one. He looked at Leonard and giggled. "That's a funny mask. I like you. My name's Ryan! What's your name?" He reached out to shake his hand and smiled even more. He then noticed Nikko was moving again and he followed her, sending out a stray tendril of oil to make sure Leonard kept up, by which I mean he picked Leonard up and carried him to the port.

[Assistant]
Tristan watches the woman and she kicks off her shoes and watched her carefully "Seems like I'll have to get serious now.." He notices her attention being drawn towards something else as he glanced behind him to see the band of pirate's rushing towards them. "well looks like I'll be heading to the pier as well." He turns back to her just as she rushed at him and landed her foot on his chest giving him no time to react as she pushes away from him " nngh..not bad...looks like I'll have to be more careful next time we meet.." He groans softly and rubs the spot on his chest where her foot made contact coughing a bit before taking a deep breath and stretching put.

Tristan planted his feet tighter in the ground after putting his cloak back on "well here we go...now the re battle truly starts.."  He dashes off towards the pier at suprisingly speeds.

[User]
"Physician, treat thyself once thee geteth off thine crazy train."

Finally able to touch the ground with his feet, Leonard was a little wobbly, a hint of green evident on his cheeks even in spite of his mask. Motion sickness coupled with nausea... Leonard was lucky that he was already nauseous, or else the sight of that severed arm would have pushed him over the edge. Almost did. Were those...shark bites? Anyways, his knees were shaking steadily, his arms clutching each other beneath his cloak as he was greeted by a rather odd individual...he looked sort of familiar. Lapses in memory aside, Leonard smiled a little at the compliment to the mask, and extended his now-steady hand to shake his. "P-Pleasure's mine...I-I-I'm Leonard." he said in introduction, bashfully looking away. He was never good with meeting new people, especially when he felt like he was about to puke and piss himself, AND shit himself. And maybe vomit again.

Noticing as well that Nikko was moving on, Leonard moved to follow after her, though he was promptly man-handled by an oil-tendril. Confused, a little scared, and nauseous all over again, Leonard just helplessly trying to wriggle free until they reached the port.


[System]
Age: 19

Race: Feren (barn owl). Linta, like her animal counterpart, has superb eyesight (both at night and during the day, although it's better in low light) and incredible hearing. Also, thanks to the structure of her feathers, her movements are almost completely silent, save for the sounds of whatever she's stepping on. Lastly, at will Linta can vocalize like a barn owl would, the most common sound used being a piercing shriek that's ear-shattering at close range. (Note, not actually going to make ears bleed, just very loud.)

Nationality: Sky Dweller of Tengu Island

Role: Scout/Hunter/Healer thing (she's versatile alrighty?)

Font: Ghost. Linta is able to make herself and any objects she's touching physically intangible for a very short period of time. This means that physical objects, including people, will go through her as if she were a hologram. However, it's a double-edged sword, as while nothing can hit her, she also can't hit anything while using this font. As a result, she tends to only use it in very short bursts to avoid as many blows as possible and also land as many hits as possible. Of course, no one is perfect, and sometimes the ratios just don't work out. When using her font, she appears somewhat transparent.

Colour: Gray

Appearance: Linta stands at about 5'5 and weighs remarkably little (about 80-85lbs) however looks as healthy as the next slim person. This can be attributed to her hollow bones, allowing her to fly. Her body greatly resembles that of a bird, with large, four-toed and taloned feet, near-identical (albeit much larger) to a real owl's. Her face is mostly human, save for the noticeably large, golden eyes and her ability to turn her head further than any human would dare. Downy white feathers grow beneath her long white hair, and some longer, coloured feathers protrude from it as well. In her hair Linta wears a long blue, black and white feather, tied to a strand of hair by a leather cord sealed with tree resin. It is a memory of her brother, and a constant reminder of the resolve that sent her to Echo in the first place.
Her body's structure is comparable to that of a mythical Harpy. Where arms would be, Linta has wings with a total wingspan of almost 20 feet (each wing measuring about 9 feet with about 2 feet of shoulder space between them). At the pinion joint of these wings (the joint where the flesh and bone end and the flight feathers extend) three digits, two spindly fingers and a skinny thumb. These are remnants of what were once hands in her human ancestors, and she almost never used them until coming to Echo, choosing to keep them tucked under her feathers.
Her legs are a meld of human and bird, being muscular and humanoid until the mid calf, where her leg bends backward at a second knee and becomes far more birdlike, ending in those large taloned feet. She stands with her knees bent to allow for her lower legs. Stemming from her tailbone is a tail, her tail feathers making up most of its length. It is long enough to brush the ground when not held properly and fans out to a width of about 6 feet.
The colouring of Linta's feathers is exactly that of a real barn owl's. Her back, the outside of her tail feathers and the outside of her wings are a doppled golden brown with silver speckles and darker brown and grey streaks along her longer feathers. The underside of her wings and tail feathers, and the downy feathers covering her legs and much of her belly, are snowy white with occasional silver spots.

Weapon: Linta's weapons are a pair of bladed gauntlets worn over her talons. They feature 30cm curved obsidian blades, resembling and elongating the shape of her own natural talons. These blades are a deep, doppled black with a mirror shine and a blade sharp enough to cut through flesh like butter. The blades fit over her talons when extended, and can retract into a portion of the gauntlet attached to the lower leg so as not to dull the blades from walking. They can be extended with a certain movement of her feet. The gauntlets are held together with leather srips and reinforced with metal (especially on the bottoms of her feet to protect her flesh from blades).
(for those who've seen the Guardians of Ga'hoole movie, they greatly resemble the 'gloves' those owls wear. Yes, I am a dreadful nerd, I'm not sorry)

Personality: Linta, being more bird than human, acts a lot more feral than many Feren. While her time with Echo has taught her how to interact a bit better with 'normal' people, she still behaves a lot like an owl. She's mostly nocturnal, quite quiet and pensive, and always says exactly what she means. She finds the 'riddles' used in everyday speech to be entirely meaningless and inconvenient. To a 'normal' person, she'd probably be seen as cold and a little heartless, but this is not the case. She is simply blunt and tough, expecting toughness from others. While she is versed in field healing, she isn't a coddler; she'll tell you something will hurt like hell, and won't pity you when it does. Regardless of how she comes off, she is not cruel. Quite the opposite, in fact. When she needs to kill something, she will do it quickly, both out of respect and to make less of a fuss. Luckily, when the dirty work is done with, Linta is actually quite nice company, assuming you don't piss her off and encur her righteous ire.

Background: Linta was born a Sky Dweller, one of the three major tribes on the island of Tengu. She was born to a red-tailed hawk-melded Feren (her mother) and a golden eagle-melded Feren (her father). They loved her and taught her everything she needed to know, and six years later, she was followed by a younger brother, a blue jay-melded Feren named Mach. For many years they lived happily, Linta having grown up with a happy family and growing close to her friend and pseudo-sister Indigo, a Halfling tiger Feren who'd joined their tribe when she was an infant. When Linta was ten, Indigo's distant mother died, and Indigo herself was fully adopted into Linta's family.

For eight more years they lived happily together, learning from each other and from the tribe. Linta became a deadly hunter, using her natural silence to her advantage. She also learned some healing techniques from the Tree Dwellers below, having developed a knack for sealing wounds nearly as well as inflicting them. She'd been growing into a skilled young woman and valued addition to the tribe when a threat they'd never dealt with plagued the island. A flock of demonic, birdlike creatures, a practical mockery of the Sky Dwellers which she would later learn were category 0, 1 and 2 Lost, set their wretched sights on the inhabitants of Tengu. In little more than a day they ravaged the tribes, killing, maiming or outright carrying away many members of the Sky Dwellers. The other two Tengu tribes had their losses as well, but none so many as the Ske Dwellers, who's home high in the canopy made them easy targets, despite most of them trying to fly away. In the chaos, Linta's parents took to the sky with their weapons in an effort to fight off the Lost. they told Linta to take Mach to a safe place on an island nearby. However, in the chaos Linta got separated from her brother. She searched through the fight in a sick panic, but the only sign she ever found of him was found days later, in the form of a cluster of bloody blue feathers in a thicket of branches, days after the Lost had been fended off.

In the year after the incident, life never returned to normal. Linta did not think it ever would. Her guilt at letting Mach out of her sight consumed her, and had her either out in the field hacking up anything that moved or in her den, secluding herself in her grief and self hatred. Even worse, her parents, who had helped fight off the Lost, never looked at Linta the same way again. They grieved Mach for months, all but ignoring everything and everyone else. While they tried not to throw their blame at their daughter, in the backs of their minds knawed the thought that if not for her, their son may be alive would drive them away from Linta.

Eventually, enough was enough. Linta refused to let herself wallow in self pity for any longer, and she and Indigo set off to join Echo and exact their revenge on the demons who had torn their lives to shreds.

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Sylvia

Sylvia had walked into the meeting room as soon as the others began to show up. Quickly picking a spot on the wall, she propped herself against it, casually leaning on it with her long legs crossed around the knees. She observed the others walking in and taking their places. To each entrant she gave a different greeting. To Shae, a respectful smile and nodding of the head. To Kaalia, another smile and slight tilt of the head. To the girl with wings, who clearly looked nervous or just confused, a quizzical look followed by a shrug of apparent temporary satisfaction - none of which probably helped the girl's state of mind. To the tigerish one, a similar reaction to the nervous winged girl.

Sylvia then began observing the situation in general until people started talking.

Shae, as usual, was first to speak.

"I wonder what Harp has in store for us," the veteran huntress pondered. Now, Sylvia of course respected Shae like everyone else did - not nearly to idol status like a certain avian in the room would soon reveal - but also knew her personally, and how well she knew her wouldn't really affect Sylvia's sarcasm filter in the first place. None of it was in malice, after all.

"If I had to hazard a guess, I'd say it'll have to do with some Lost," she said, a little hint of a grin forming on her face. "I've noticed a trend recently," she said, resigning to her usual look of content.

Just then the winged girl piped up in fairly spectacular fashion. Sylvia made a mental note that she had been right about the feathered female being nervous - and apparently not a small amount. She couldn't help but mentally chuckle as the conversation between the new arrival and Harp continued. Archon give me strength, she thought.

She turned to Kaalia after the exchange had concluded. Her relationship with the bear feren was more one of mutual understanding than "let's hang out", but it was still one nonetheless. "You know, I like being on the B-Team," she said playfully. "It's less stressful than the A-Team, and there's more than one person in it. It's nice." Turning back to the room in general but looking in Shae's direction, she said "Welcome back to stardom, Miss Arca," with a grin.

Sylvia noted that the two new faces were quite silent, and decided to rectify that immediately. Turning to them, she spoke. "So, two Ferens, huh? What's your story?" Before she could deliver any breathtaking (i.e. boring) questions for them to answer, however, another new face arrived. An owlish girl, she silently walked in and stood next to the tigerish one. "Three Ferens? I must be dreaming," she remarked, stopping her barrage of comments and forthcoming questions there as everyone was now here, and that only meant one thing.

Harp speech was imminent.

[Assistant]
INDIGO

Indigo had not been paying attention to most of the proceedings, instead concentrating on the cover of the ceiling. Indigo cocked her head to the side, her black, greasy ponytail cascading down her clothed shoulder, pondering the reason of a ceiling. These people were strange; wouldn't they like to feel the air rush over their skin as the airship moved through the sky? Linta seemed to like it. However, when a voice inquired about a "story," Indigo casted her eyes towards the newcomer.

"Sto-ry?" Indigo muttered, "Yes, I shall tell a complete stranger my life story."

The sarcasm wasn't her sharpest, but it dripped like acid out of her mouth and she leaned backwards, crossing her arms, effectively closing herself off from the group. It was only when Linta walked into the room that Indigo uncrossed her arms, as if to welcome the owl girl with open arms. While she was not much of a smiling person, Indigo cared deeply for Linta, and so she allowed a small smirk grace her features. She was going to simply gesture at the girl to communicate her desire, but with so many of these "civilized" people around her, she thought it best to speak.

"Cutting it close, yeah, Linta?" She murmured, amused.

[User]
Linta cocked her head at Indigo, raising an eyebrow. "But I wasn't cutting anything..." she deadpanned, slightly confused. But it looked like Indigo was amused, so it mustn't have been too bad.

Quickly losing interest, Linta looked around the room with quick, jerking movements, further resembling the owl she felt she was. At times her head turned rather far around in her observations, probably making her look pretty creepy to the other people there. Once she had a good feel for her surroundings, however, her focus turned to the people. The 'Harp', whom she assumed was the imposing person with all the attendants, was of little interest to her. In fact, at the moment she was only really interested in the girl with wings. Linda openly stared at her, taking in her wings and her human features, the way she sat and the way she muttered excitedly. Her owl's stare seemed to pass right through her, huge golden brown eyes wide with interest. The one who resembled an icicle had remarked that there were three new Ferens, and logic said that this one had to be one of them. She found it hard to believe, though. This girl looked like a human wearing wings on her back, and every avian Feren Linta had ever seen was more bird than human. How could someone be the same thing and look so vastly different?

Well, no matter. Even Linta could see that something important was about to happen, and so she settled herself, waiting respectfully for whatever would come.


[System]
Age: Twenty-four (24)

Gender: Male

Species: Human

Appearance: Ren's somewhat average stature of 5'8 really removes any intimidation on his part. Though he sports a long, black cloak with a matching tattered scarf which covers a sleeveless plain tunic he wears on his body. His wide purple eyes are often half-lidded, seemingly giving him a perpetual relaxed facial expression alongside his long eyelashes and strong jawline. A messy mane of jet-black hair often cover the majority of his eyes as his hair falls down to his nape. The boy's pale complexion makes him appear almost sickly. Ren's rather sinewy figure from his years working in mines and prostitution bars also placed his fighting skills at a questionable level. An ornate iron flute hangs at Ren's waist while a leather bag is slung over his shoulder. A series of diagonal scars run over his lips, almost as if someone sewed his mouth shut. Ren also wears a pair of black ketill trousers and a pair of sturdy, brown boots. A series of faded and fading scars litter the lad's chest, arms, and legs which were more dealt in the 'heat' of a moment rather than the heat of a sword.

Abilities: Cytokinesis - Ren has the ability to manipulate the cells of organisms, although, at his current level, he has limited capabilities:

 Cellular Acceleration: Ren can force his body to produce a great number of cells at will, which can speed up his regeneration abilities as well as giving him increased strength and endurance. However, this technique is a sharp two-edged blade as forcing the body will cause him to become greatly weakened once the ability is undone.

 Cellular Transfusion: Ren can transfer his cells unto another person without risk of bodily rejection or complications via skin to skin contact. It is generally believed that consuming Ren's skin is similar to drinking a miracle healing draught-- though these are more or less rumors, as of the moment. These transferred cells immediately cater to the victim's bodily settings, allowing the increased number of cells to allow the person to heal faster as well as to gain additional strength. It should be noted, however, that this does decrease the cells inside Ren, causing him to be weakened by using this technique and overuse could cause him to, ultimately, die. This technique is most often used to heal the victim's wounds and, to an extent, be used to even reattach limbs.

 Cellular Disintegration: An incomplete technique that he has yet to master, let alone use. At his rate, Ren has no real offensive capabilities aside from punches or whatnot. Most probably, Cellular Disintegration, in its most basic aspects, would allow the boy to corrode the cells of organic objects that he might touch should he develop the skill in the future.

Special Weaknesses: His lack of offensive abilities as well as his pacifist nature makes Ren a terrible fighter when push comes to shove. For some reason, through the years of abuse, he could never bring himself to raise a fist against his oppressors. The boy, while intelligent, is often naïve and too trusting of other people without even knowing their real intentions. He also has been rendered mute due to a cause only known by him. As such, he has to communicate using a series of gestures that he learned from a group of traveling religious men. This may cause miscommunications with his allies. If need be, Ren is educated enough to read and write-- he can also write down his thoughts on a piece of parchment to make communicating easier.

Weapons: Not really a weapon, but it can be used that way: Ren carries an iron flute with him.

Items: A sling bag with some rations of salted pork, herbs, and other spices. The bag also contains a small skin-pouch where he placed his water inside. A tattered leather pouch also rests within the bag where it contains a good number of gold and silver pieces that Ren obtained from his 'services' in his travels.

Backstory: Upon the snowy parapets of Aryali, in the same manner that there were only the dyad seasons of Winter and Autumn, there were also only two respected professions: miners and masons. While the miners delved into the golden bosom of the caverns below to bring precious minerals and materials to the land above, the masons used the resources to erect majestic houses for the aryalite folks. In the middle of the hustle and bustle of the rich cities of the frosty isolated kingdom, there laid a sector of houses that the wealthy often frequent-- a place where winter's bite was forgotten in a hurricane of flesh and lust. The countless lines of men and women who served, as what the locale populace called them, as 'warmers' for noblemen and noblewomen who could afford to shell out a few gold pieces for a few hours' worth of mind-numbing pleasure.

For those who could not brave the dangerous depths of the mines nor had the talent for architecture, this was the job that they took in order to survive in the city where the standard of living bordered on extortion. Ren was such one child. Found at the doorstep of a local temple, the boy was trained to become a miner but an accident during one of his excavations rendered him a 'danger'. He was soon expelled the miners' association, and was left to wander the frozen streets. With an intelligence not meeting the standards of masonry nor mercantilism, there was only one dark road that would offer respite to the boy: the Houses of Warmth.

Casting off every shred of human dignity and pride, the boy was forcibly thrown into the life of prostitution as each passing day spent wallowing in the depths of just being used over and over and over again robbed Ren of his own volition. What made him popular was a strange gift he only discovered recently: the ability to manipulate the cells of those who touched him. The customers insisted that he use this gift for their own pleasure-- stretching their tumble down the precipice of bliss with a slight manipulation of hormones excreted from their cells. Four years would pass in this hellish dreamscape with each month slowly fraying the fabrics which kept Ren's mind together.

As he strolled by the frigid alleys of Aryali, he made sure to always help out the children and homeless he saw there. He pledged that the nightmare of chains which meshed him to that Warmth House would never strangle another child's innocence. He knew that this was the only way he could help those in need, though no one ever helped him when he sank to the bottom.

He would have stayed in the Warmth House until his end when a familiar new employee entered the House: the same girl he always gave a coin to in the alleyway.

The sight shook Ren to the core as immense shame overcame him, especially when the girl performed her first 'warming'. On that same night, when the moon danced behind the shadows of night, Ren packed his things and fled the place of his shame. He could bear the brunt of his own dignity being tarnished by the filth of men and women, but to be unable to stop another life from being ruined like his was nigh on impossible to stomach.

His direction-less journey led the wanderer to the west of the land, coming upon the towns near the Kingdom of Nora where he continued to be employed in the only profession he knows how. He bore the brunt of each encounter: if the scent became overpowering, just wash it off; if it stung too much, just grip the sheets; and, if the mind cannot weather the storm, just look away. As always, after gathering enough supplies from each village and town, he departed in the sheet of night to venture deeper into a land unknown.

Soon, he met the gruesome ruined sights of broken crosses and dilapidated shacks. The stench of death wafted upon the air, prompting Ren to seek sanctuary in the nearest village without a mountain of corpses littering around it: Nadska. It was fortunate for him to also find a group of stranded merchants also traveling towards Nadska. He hitched a ride with them, playing the flute as he went along into an adventure that he would never, ever want to forget.

[User]
Aelih turned to Dannisus with a worried expression. "I just barely grabbed it... I had heard that Myti tails were sensitive, but that sensitive? I'll have to remember that." "Sorry."

Aelih turned back to watching as he talked to Lui for a bit, then listened to Dannisus as he talked directly to the elf again.

"Hmm... Lui seems very... naive. What in... WHY." Aelih looked away from the woman off a distance away relieving herself. "I swear, humans sometimes... such an odd race."

Aelih sighed, then turned to Dannisus and nodded to answer his question "I'll keep an eye on her, yes." Aelih nodded seriously, stepping closer to Lui and preparing to follow her. Aelih gives Dannisus a thumbs up, and a small smile.

[Assistant]
Loud thumping sounds could be heard near the edge of the forest near Nadska. A large silhouette made it's way through it's many bushes and trees. It's posture was impressive, and it's body muscular. Though, it would have looked better if the individual didn't have such a sloppy way of walking. "Corc..." The giant green Orc mumbled, as he slowly made his way towards the town. Corc had travelled for several days, and finally reached Nadska. The giant seemed threatening at first glance to most, but he had no intention of causing any harm. Not to those who didn't cause him harm, anyways. He carried a large helmet, and his large mace on his back.

The Orc had some trouble moving his giant feet through the many bushes and the overgrowth of the forest, especially considering it was night time. As such, he ended up losing his balance and slamming his head against a tree. "COOOOOORRRCCCC!!!" He whined. He staggered back briefly for a moment, glaring at the tree before him. How dare the tree bump into him! Corc would show him! He began to roar at the top of his lungs.

"CORC SMASH MEAN TREE!!!"

The large Orc threw a mighty right hook with his spiked gauntlet into the tree, smashing the center of it's trunk into pieces in an instant, causing it's top to crash into the ground further ahead. Corc huffed angrily, and continued on his way. Fortunately, the lights from the town made it easy for him to see his goal. He began to calm down, looking at the many houses ahead. A few travellers spotted the giant, and pointed at him. "An Orc?! Come on, let's leave!" A man shouted. The two people ran off, and Corc seemed sad. "Corc..." He muttered. "Corc not do anything to humans...But humans always run..." He spoke.

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A quick hand tugged at the rogue's cloak as an attempt to hold her in her tracks. Even now, the warmth from the unexpected kiss tingled at the suture marks lining his lips. He really never thought this action through, but now, staring at the woman once more who was no older than he was, Ren felt that he should express something. People, even the monks flinched at the sight of the memories which stitched his past together-- the twisting scars always made men avert their eyes in misplaced politeness. They never asked about the scars for anyone knew the horrors behind it. But, Devlin was different. This was the first time that someone looked at his wounds without disgust; this was the first time that someone laid their hands upon the tapestries of torment which shaped Ren into who he was now.

Then, there were those sudden yet small smiles which clenched his insides. He could still see the rabid restraints she yanked upon these split-second bits of joy. How he wished to just express that she should let go of her hesitations, but he knew that the scars which littered her life at the massacre at Despiun would continue to haunt her forever. In the eyes of most, she deserved no happiness as she would carry the bloodied remnants of an entire village with no real chance at redemption. But, Ren questioned, was she not allowed a moment of respite from the nightmares which might torment her forever?

Meanwhile, a peculiar sense of happiness washed over him in a very long time, and a burst of hope swelled inside Ren as he believed that after years of helping people, maybe he also needed a little bit of help himself. The sudden awkwardness of the situation dawned on him, and Ren let go of her cloak as if something scorched his fingers. Under the lone drops of moonlight floating down from the stained-glass windows above them, after a long time, Ren found it difficult to look someone in the eye. Ren prided himself for his honesty and lack of deception when it came to interacting with others. If someone asked him for the truth, he found no problem in telling them how it is. But, at this moment, he wondered what kind of prickling secret his heart hid within him which made this woman before him so hard to deal with.

He held up his hands, motioning for her to wait a while as he went over to his cabinet. He opened a drawer, pulling out a small brown pouch which jingled with a mixture of silver and gold pieces. He held her hand before placing the pouch on it, and then, enclosing her fingers over the small wealth he had. Before she could do anything else, Ren backed off before raising his hands again. He pointed at her, and then, grinded his fists together before holding up a lone index finger.

'You choose to work alone,'

He opened his palm to her and then wagged his finger before making a slicing motion down his hand while a lifting motion followed. A gentle smile accompanied his actions as he tried to express that while she chose to shoulder the world's shadows on her own, there was nothing wrong with getting a little help from time to time. This was his village, too, after all. If what Devlin said was true that her 'nemesis' (whatever in Heren's name that meant) skulked around here, then, perhaps Ren could also defend the village. The lad had no idea where this newfound courage stemmed from, but this different perspective of being willing to fight for something and... not just escaping from the storm... felt refreshing.

Perhaps, he had run away too many times now. The Warmth House. The Merchant Union. Ren's gaze fell on Devlin once more, and he sent a silent prayer to Heren in gratitude for the bravery this woman instilled in him. With the plethora of emotions welling inside him, Ren picked out one that stood out the most: impending gloom. At the thought of her imminent departure, the lad felt something akin to sadness. A certain sting of worry also stabbed at him when he thought about her getting caught (not that she would be caught easily, if Tavas had anything to say about it). So, he did what he knew was best

He quickly grabbed another piece of paper, rapidly writing on it before giving it to Devlin.

'It's late. Guards are alert due to incident. If you want, stay the night here. You saved my life. This the least I do for you.'

However, he became flustered at the idea that probably he was forcing too much on her. What if she did not like sleeping? What if she was not even tired in the first place? As such, he quickly wrote another note to amend what he thought was an error in his logic.

'But, if you no intent to rest, then, we can stay at Bell Tower. The stars be beautiful there. It also gives good view of village if it helps your mission.'


[System]
CS:
Race: Summer born (salamander adopted father)

Position (In court if you are a fae, Any fae outsid eof a court will be under

extreme pressure):summer ruler

Age:2000 (looks 20)

Personality (Fae type has effect): Feoras is hot headed with a very small amount of patience and tends to be rather stand offish to people. He is hard to crack with a tendency for people to be met by his wall of coldness instead of his more kind self. He does care he just has become unwilling to do so. He is sarcastic to the point where it takes a few minutes to tell if he is being so with a quick tongue that if it has to can become silver.
He hasn't looked genuinely happy in a very long time.

Appearance:
Natural: he is quite tall at around 6 foot. He has the build of an archer with jet black hair that seems to have some deep red in it. His eyes are like fire with a tendency to change color with his mood. His eyes are usually a good warning for those speaking to him of how he is feeling. Generally they tend to be an orange color. His skin tone is a light olive color and comes from a mix of both sides. He has pointed ears and features that are between feminine and masculine, making him a beautiful fae. He has very faint freckles on his face which is somewhat odd but somehow works on him. He has a thin scar on his neck that looks like it is from a knife or dagger. He also has a tendency to wear a gold heart pendant and a small gold hoop in his left ear. He seems to never remove either. He also wears all black.
Glamour:
His glamour is slightly paler with no pointed ears or freckles. His scar does remain though allowing for other fae to recognize him in this human form.
He also tends to take the form of a large black stallion with a reddish mane and tail.

Pics:
Fae: Click me

'Human':Click me

Background:
Feroas came from a human mother and father. His mother had been in a prior relationship before his real father abandoned her in the woods. His real father was a cruel human whom luckily decided to get rid of the woman through ditching instead of something worse. His mother did not know that she was pregnant when she met the oddly beautiful man that would become Feroas' adopted father and the only parent he ever knew. An odd relationship formed between the human and the fae and she knew happiness and loved him even though he did not seem capable of loving her back. His mother's belly grew and the fae decided to be there for the woman during the pregnancy. He vanished to be with her for the pregnancy and was there for the birth. That was the last time his father would see his mother for she died during child birth and was beyond healing. His father took him home and raised him by himself claiming feroas as his heir. This was a good thing because his father's wife failed to bear him any sons and only bore a daughter who became sickly at a young age and passed on.
Feroas was known for being a trickster with a kind heart. He would feel the urge to play tricks on people some days and other days he would be the kindest one. He tended to be kind more then a trickster as he got older. All was going well with him, he was 'loved' by his father (his wife was iffy) and the summer fae adored him. Seemed like all was going well.
Until he spent one of his days in the human world and fell for a human woman. He was in his horse form running on the beach when he found a human woman walking the same beach. Considering that it was night he found it odd, so he watched her for some time before he was noticed. The woman didn't seem scared rather curious of the horse. They ended up falling for each other after she had taken him to her small house and he had become human. By falling it was more one ended. She fell in love while he became possessive. They had long conversations where Feroas found her fascinating. He started feeling emotions that he never had before and even felt sad when he started going home for weeks at a time and would only see her for a day or two before leaving again. He cared for her deeply in the sense that he wanted her around and wanted to take her home, but she refused. Even after he showed her his true form and told her everything about his home she refused. This has baffled him and he decided he would not force her to go with him. After all she probably would leave him if he tried. It was quite a difficult situation for him since he felt like he needed her around, but only if she kept being happy with him.
At home during this he was more joyous then ever before and often would help anyone who needed it. It was obvious he Had found someone or something he was find of, but he had kept his human well hidden from them all.
Unfortunately that all came to a sudden terrible halt when his love was kidnapped. He was home and unable to get to her before nightfall...and he didn't even know she was in danger. Instead he was excited to present to her a gold heart pendant that she had been eyeing. Feeling that it would tip over her happiness in his favor and he could get her to come with him and be around all the time. Kind of like a pretty bird.
His love had been kidnapped and since she didn't have any large amount of coin on her the two men had decided to keep her tied up downstairs. They were brutal to her, but she stayed strong which made her boring. Bored of her they killed her.
Feoras went to her home and found it empty. Panic raced through him as he darted into the small cobblestoned town. He managed to find her corpse which snapped something within him. When he found the two kidnappers he attempted to do a more human styled fight, giving him a scar from the iron dagger one of the men had. This angered him to the point where he could no longer hold back.
Those who survived say that a black horse with a white fire mane and tail lit two men on fire then proceeded in running through the village burning any and all who were there. He was still angry and in his natural form he was seen going from roof to roof the white of his eyes black and his irises a bright white as he lit any remaining building on fire. There were few survivors, but they watched hidden as he went to the burning remains of the building that had his love. With tears streaming and steam coming from that he picked her up cradling her as he left.
On a grassy hill looking over the beach there is a grave with a large weeping willow. he visits sometimes to mourn his human's death and often is seen with a somber expression.
This has changed him into the fae he is now having found no woman he has fallen for like his human and nothing to get him out of his mourning.
Maybe someday...maybe someone
But right now he is the way he is and is often seen alone at any festival. As if the dancing and music is simply not the same anymore.
He is much like a child with a dead pet, he simply hasn't found a puppy that can pull him out of his slump yet.

Other:
He is capable of playing several different instruments, but doesn't pick any of them up anymore. He has no motivation to do so.
He often goes into wooded areas when he is free. Often mindlessly wandering as if to clear his head.
His powers are largely fire related coming from his adopted salamander father

[User]
As daylight poured in through the canopy of the forest, Max was woken up from the bright light of the rising sun. Groaning internally, he rolled over and out of the soft bed of leaves he had made for himself. It wasn't much, but it did help him blend in, and it was something to give him a semblance of warmth over night. He stood shakily, his stomach growling, and in a fair bit of pain. He had been surviving off of berries and lake water for the past few weeks, which was definitely not the proper diet for a growing boy. He ran his hands through his hair, and screamed out as he pulled a bug out from the mop that was his head. "Gross gross gross!" He said, stumbling and falling back towards one of the trees.

 Max fell on his hands, his palms soar from the hard wood of the tree he fell into. He regained his balance, and wrapped his arms around his chest. "This is the worst morning yet." He said, giving a small, nervous laugh. He really wanted to get home, but these woods were never ending, and things were not at all looking good on that front. He gave himself a moment to regain his composure and collect himself, and started to walk, with the hope that he might find something substantial to eat.

[Assistant]
"In other news, serial killer 'Songstress' struck again last night, this time two store clerks were killed. This marks the killer's thirteenth year anniversary since the world was introduced to the Songstress. Despite the attempts by local law enforcement, the media created her name, something we here at Channel 7 have come to regret. So, once again, if anyone has any information on who exactly this killer is, we urge you to contact the police. This is Debbie Summers, have a good afternoon." a television showed a young blonde-haired woman on it. A crowd had formed around the store window during the newscast, all to find out if the killer had been caught finally. However, just like times before, their hopes were dashed. The Songstress was still out there, and nobody knew what she looked or sounded like...fear was evident among the populace. As the crowd started to disperse, several shots rang out, causing those very same people to panic and run for cover. More shots rang out. Eventually sirens were heard, several ambulances screeched around the block, coming to a stop where police were in a shootout with a local gang. It wasn't the Songstress, but one thing was clear, she had complete control over this city.

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On the other side of the city, another crowd of people had finished watching the newscast, among them was a woman in a black trench coat. She turned sharply from the window of the store, making her way down the street. People go about their lives in this sorry excuse for a city, never knowing when their lives will end, and not particularly caring until they're on their knees begging for them. People are weak, easy to manipulate, especially when the threat of death is upon them. As fun as it has been here, I have become bored, there's no challenge let alone any thrill in killing people these days. she thought as her eyes traveled from person to person. She caught the attention of a questionable man, whom followed her for several blocks before pursuing her down an alleyway, clearly under the impression he had the upper hand on a helpless woman. She had stopped at the dead end, her back to him, "Hey pretty thing, what are you doing here all alone? You know it's dangerous out here all alone, right?" he asked, reaching into his coat pocket for a knife. The woman smirked, slowly turning around, her emerald green eyes becoming intense as she watched him approach her. "Dangerous for a woman?" she said, almost laughing, "I think you have it all twisted around...it's dangerous for a man like you to be here alone. Well, if I had to be honest, it'd be dangerous for anyone to be here...especially if they followed the most wanted murderer in the city." she finished. The man realized what she was saying a little too late, for the next thing to follow them was a knife to his heart, in which she leaned in to whisper the last words he'd ever hear before dying, "Bleed it out." she said, removing the knife from his chest.

She watched him hit the ground, pulling out a CD and letting it drop to the ground near him, 'Bleed It Out' written on it. She walked from the alleyway, tossing the bloodied knife into a dumpster and turning the corner, only to bump into a cop on duty. She quickly apologized and made her way down the street, though she didn't get far before she heard sirens. She didn't bother to slow down her pace, or look back to see if the cop was following her, she just had to find a place to hide as usual. When the cop cars came screeching around the corner ahead of her, they stopped, the officers getting out and aiming their guns at her. She didn't wait for them to say anything, bolting through the door to her right and up the stairs. She heard them pursuing her, she knew if she was caught, she would be screwed. Without a second thought, she bolted out the door to the roof, unaware or unaffected by the change in the atmosphere. Reaching the edge of the building, she realized she was at a dead end, there was no escape off the building. She could hear them getting closer, it wouldn't be long until they cornered her. She took cover behind a generator, drawing her guns. One thing she was going to make damn sure of, they weren't going to take her alive, not if she had a say in the matter. Come on you bastards, come and get it! she thought mentally.

[User]
Feoras sits in his throne strumming his fingers on the arm. The throne is made of different woods and look quite beautiful. Not that he's thinking about the throne he's sitting in. He's more busy thinking of the meeting approaching with the talk of peace. That and the fall king's hunt is starting, he can feel it. This means to him that he would not be able to enter the forest for awhile.
He pushes himself out of the throne and starts pacing, he is getting impatient of waiting. Normally, he is not the first ruler there. He might just surprise them and get there first. With a look of neutrality he leaves deciding to be there first. He walks with almost feline grace, his shoes making little to no noise. His clothing is his usual black leather ansble with the only color being the gold from the pendant and hoop. His eyes seem to be of a lighter orange possibly showing his plans to talk of peace.
His walking takes him past the forest and to the meeting, getting there first for the first time in a long time.
He paces in the place his impatience clear.


[System]
Age: 16

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Nathanaël is a little on the short side for his age, only 5'5". Originally having light brown hair and green eyes, his appearance experienced various physical changes after being subjected to the experiments. His hair became a stark white, his eyes ice blue. Small fangs appeared where once were canines, and his ears were replaced by tall, fox-like ears atop his head. In addition, he has a bushy white tail where there once was none. He grew long claws on his hands and feet, that he constantly tries to trim. In addition, he gained extra vertebrae in his spine and wiry muscles, giving him superior flexibility and speed. His skin, already pale, now became incredibly resistant to the cold. Like true Arctic Foxes, he doesn't begin to shiver until -70˚ Celsius. His blue eyes also allow him to see well at night, and his powerful legs let him jump 10ft straight into the air.

Animal: Arctic Fox

Bio:
Nathanaël was born in Paris to a loving mother and somewhat absent father. His father was the CEO of a powerful company, with investments in wine, art, hotels, and automobiles. With money, power, and fame never in short supply, Nat lived a cushioned, if not sheltered life. With no worries for his future, he was allowed to pursue his own interests and hobbies in art and music, while keeping the stellar grades his father demanded. Dreaming of being an artist, he adored his mother and idolized her, desiring to become a famous artist, rather than his father's well-groomed heir.

However, there were problems at home that only became more apparent as time went on. When he was 13 his mother divorced his father, leaving Nat in his custody. His father only became more absent, leaving Nat in the hands of his tutors and managers, while restricting his mother's ability to visit. Eventually, she stopped coming altogether. Nat was pulled out of school and tutored strictly at home, and was not allowed to leave the mansion without approval or escort. Even his internet activity was monitored. Nat became completely isolated from the world.

The isolation and subsequent depression became more than he could handle. At 15, a few months before his 16th birthday, Nat slit his wrists in the bathtub, losing 30% of his blood. He was only saved after a maid heard the water running, and came to see what was wrong. After recovering from his injuries, Nat was evaluated and placed in a mental facility for treatment. His father was enraged at his son's attempt at suicide, and berated him, rather than offer empathy. Eager to escape at the next chance he had, he faked his father's signature to enter the experiments, under the impression that he would be helping to test a new anti-depressant hormone treatment. This, of course, was false. Rather, he gained the partial DNA of an arctic fox, intended to increase human resistance to cold temperatures.

In addition to his physical traits, Nat began to experience strange dreams and visions, hearing and seeing things that aren't there. In particular was his ability to sense and manipulate magnetic fields, sensing prey moving from unseen places. His new urges to hunt are particularly strong, and he has recently developed new tastes for meat, and an intense hatred of vegetables. He hasn't met his father since the experiment, though he doubts he doesn't know. Not only is his body changed and filled with new and conflicting instincts, but he has to deal with it completely on his own.

Personality:
A quiet, kind, thoughtful person, Nathanaël thankfully inherited his mother's softness over his father's cold cruelty. Soft-spoken, intelligent, and observant, Nat isn't a natural loner. He longingly seeks companionship, even if it's from less than savory characters. His attempt at ending his life and subsequent stay in the hospital is something that embarrasses him greatly, and he hides his scars and his past. He's very shy and patient, slow to anger, though he won't stand for injustice when he sees it. He's not the best at dealing with people, particularly after being isolated.

He was less than thrilled at his body's changes, and finds it difficult to adapt and accept his new animal side. He clips his claws regularly, despite the fact that they grow back almost 3 times a week, and tries to hide his ears and tails under baggy clothes and hats. His native tongue is French, though he can speak English, German, and Chinese. Thanks, dad. He remains under the perpetual hope that a cure can be discovered for his condition, so that he can return to being fully human once again.

Other:
If you ask him what does the fox say, he will not hesitate to hit you. Also constantly battles the instinctual desire to eat every animal smaller than a cat that he sees. Has an unexplainable hatred for hounds, and is startled by loud noises.

[User]
Myra glanced over at the group and read their lips to discover that they were introducing themselves to eachother. She took off her headphones and set them to rest on her shoulders before clearing her throat and speaking up, "Its nice to meet you... nice people" she said with a pause as her third eyelids flipped open and she took in the details of everyone. "I'm Myra the... falcon girl I guess, I've got big black and white wings and feathers in random places on my body." she said with with a bit of a flourish by spreading her wings behind her.

It was actually a bit fun to be able to bounce around with about half or a quarter of her old weight though with the large wings on her back it threw off her balance a bit. Myra glanced up at the sky a few times and was tempted once or twice to just try and take off into the air but then thought better of it, "If I fall then what will happen to me if I hit the ground?" she asked herself anytime it came up but when she looked out over the cliff and saw the water below it gave her a little courage. "I wonder if I actually have to flap or if I can just glide".

[Assistant]
Vladimir wasn't as surprised as he thought he would be once he heard two new voices. The new power's really helping him out. And he appreciated how the others answered his question without a single trace of doubt. The black haired male turned his head to the others and bowed as a sign of gratitude. When he heard something about clothes being spoken, he merely smiled. He forgot that all of them were practically naked under the hospital gown and it had an open backside too.

"I suppose we do need some clothes. After all, the new things that were added to us overshadowed the fact that we didn't have clothes... or at least, that's how it worked for me." He admitted before making his way towards the entrance from where they came from. His hands folded behind his back to hold together the clothing that shielded it.

Julia smiled at Dae. "Why would you be jealous of me? I'd say those wings look good on you." She said with a goofy grin on her face. She may not have grown in the nicest neighbourhood but that didn't mean she lied all the time. Her eyes stared at the glimmering beauty of his wings before saying words she never thought she would hear herself say ever again, "Las mariposas son hermosas..." She actually seemed out of it before shaking her head and averting her eyes. "Er, forget I said that. Nice to meet 'ya Dae!" She quickly added before seeing Vladimir entering the building prompting her to do the same.

"Time for some clothes~" She said in a singsong voice as she made her way inside. It didn't seem like she cared much about the outfit she was currently wearing. Well, she honestly didn't. For all she could care about, she could just be wearing her undergarments and she still wouldn't be embarrassed.

The two would soon see another scientist and Julia took it from there. She kindly asked for a change of clothing, preferably the one they came in with. She still remembered that she wore something to this laboratory and she just changed out of it. The scientist nodded and led them to different rooms and gave them their clothing. Vladimir changed into a button up shirt, cargo pants and combat boots. Julia wore a hoodie over a white shirt, pants and rubber shoes. They walked out of their rooms and then gave each other a nod.

They then went outside once more to wait for the others to change. Vladimir decided that when night time comes, he would go back inside to talk with the scientists should they not do that before his schedule. He needed to talk to them about his eyesight. Sure, detecting others were good and all but he wanted to actually see their faces instead of just sensing that they were there. Perhaps they would give him glasses or something.

Julia, on the other hand, didn't know what she would do. Monkeys didn't have any super special powers besides their great balance, strength in terms of arms and legs, and enhanced grip. She then looked around, maybe she could practice climbing in much more higher places. That would be pretty cool. But she decided to wait for the others.

[User]
Nat recovered quickly from his hypothermia, much more quickly than the doctors had expected. Within a few minutes of the room warming, the boy was back on his feet again, beginning to feel the creeping sensation of being overheated again. After giving them his consent that he was willing to continue testing, they led him into another room, this one filled with equipment. In fact, it looked like a lab and a gym had been stuck in a blender, and this room was the product. He first was asked to strip down to his underwear so he could be weighed, and he obliged, keeping his arms close to his body. Thankfully, none of the doctors seemed to pay any attention to the scars on his arms, which stuck out very noticeably on his pale skin. They didn't even seem phased by his ears and tail, and that fact comforted him. Even if it was an act, he appreciated being treated like he was normal.

He was weighed, his height measured, his blood drawn and strange sticky pads were place on his body, to monitor his brain waves and stuff, he assumed. He really didn't understand any of this medical nonsense, but he'd do what he was told. He was good at following orders, at least. His father had long since crushed any natural teenage desire to rebel, and he knew he had to depend on the doctors. Following those tests, he continued on to more bizarre exploits, such as seeing how high he could jump, how well he could keep his balance, how hard could he punch, how much could he lift, how fast could he run, and for how long. How well could he hear, or see, or smell? How sharp were his claws, or how hard was his bite?

The results, though he knew would be different, surprised him. His strength hadn't increased very much at all, it was a barely noticeable difference in power. That part disappointed him somewhat, knowing he wouldn't be a super strong kind of super hero, like Captain America or the Hulk. However, his speed was incredible, clocking at 35 mph. Even Usain Bolt could only reach 28 mph, and what was more, Nat could keep his speed up longer. He was able to maintain his 35 mph for over 5 minutes before he started to tire, 5 minutes which seemed like an eternity to him. By the end of it his muscles were burning and screaming for relief, and he was glad to be able to rest. As for the results of other tests, he didn't understand most of it, but from what he gathered, his sight was better, his hearing had greatly improved, he was incredibly nimble, and he could jump 10 ft into the air. Which explained why he had left an indentation on the ceiling of his room.

Once he was done with his tests, he was allowed to shower again, to clean himself of sweat and cool himself off, before changing back into his sterile white clothes. This time, however, instead of slippers, he was provided socks and balanced boots. He was grateful to be able to cover his clawed feet. If only he had some gloves now, to erase any evidence of clawed hands. He followed Quincy out of the lab room, wondering if there were any more tests for him to do. He wanted to be of use, to help find a cure for his condition. And so, he was quite surprised when Quincy instead led him into a cafeteria with a buffet table of food laid out, gesturing him to sit at any one of the empty seats.
"It's best that you have some breakfast. We need time to analyze the results from our testing, and to develop further tests. We have provided a wide array of nutritious foods, for you and the other subjects, and I hope that you will remain on the premises, should we need you. Here, take this. It's a pager, and it has a tracking device in it. If you need help or feel ill, press the button on it, and a doctor will be there as soon as possible." he told him, handing the boy a small pager. Nat nodded obediently, before walking over to the buffet table and picking up a plate.

Despite the growling in his stomach, he was very careful about what he chose, letting his newly developed sense of smell guide him. He knew he should have taken fruits or vegetables, but when he smelled them, they made his stomach turn and twist. Meat, on the other hand, savory, salty, juicy. He craved it, and stacked his plate high with it. Bacon, ham, sausage, eggs, all kinds of meats. Starches he felt were good as well, and he put two pancakes on his plate, coated with butter. The sweet scent of syrup or honey made him feel nauseous, and he picked a glass of water over juice or coffee, before finding a table in the corner of the empty cafeteria, and starting to eat.


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Age: 16

Birthday: 12/06

Magic: None (Will gain some magic items later I suppose)

Magic Level: E (Citizen XD)

History:
The daughter of some wealthy travelling merchants, she had as much of an average life-style as that background would suggest. Her parents doted on her, but were strict when it came to her 'training' in becoming a merchant to follow in their footsteps without ever asking her for opinion on the matter. She has always had a fascination with magic, wanting to become a wizard one day but alas her dream was crushed when she found out she couldn't actually cast magic let alone use it. Her parents didn't approve of her fascination with magic, but none the less allowed her to fiddle with magical objects they would get during their travels.
Fast-forward to the present and knowing her fascination with magic her parents decided to take her to the grand magic games to watch some events, which she was absolutely ecstatic about. Even she is highly unsure of what occurred before she was turned into a sword by The Emperor but it would seem that trouble had happened along the way, she got separated from her parents and ran into the Emperor and Empress and was subsequently transformed into a sword. (For clarifications sake, the Empress turned her into the sword)
It would seem being turned into a sword has also thrown her memories out of whack as the main thing she can remember is her name and not much else.

Personality: (One-Two Sentences)
Having grown up pretty isolated from contact from 'ordinary' people, she is unsure of how to approach anyone who isn't a merchant and for some strange reason seems to trust people way too easily. As such she has a tendency to hide behind things and speaking in a quiet tone when talking to people and will generally go along with others with little or no resistance/arguments.

Guild and guild mark location: Phoenix Wing, a gold colour on the back of her left hand

Team Members: N/A At this stage

Three Strengths:
1. Knows how to use items and the like well
2. Strong-willed (When she feels like it)
3. Financial Abilities

Three Weaknesses:
1. Obsession with gold
2. Can't use magic
3. Naive

Greatest Love: Magic, she absolutely adores magic

Motivation: To regain her lost memories and pay the debt she owes to James Hunt, Cody Bloodstein and Levi *Insert last name here* XD

Appearance:
About average height with shoulder-length blond hair that curls on the end and sapphire blue eyes. She wears a immaculate, frilly hazel brown dress with a faux gold trim and a light, chestnut brown jacket with a hood. She also owns several other outfits.
The picture sums up pretty much what she looks like (minus the brown dress)

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Zenoram and Zero

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 > > > On Tenrou Island < < <

Phoenix Wing
Tags: @MarshiestMallow@Crimson Raven@Zarkun@Silver Fox and basically everyone else within earshot on Tenrou

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Zero watched as everything began, initially attempting to fight every urge to charge the monstrous beast and follow orders. That is, he would have, if everything hadn't gone almost immediately to shit. Soon, there was a battle raging around him as he stood frozen. Wait... What? Why was he...

"Zenoram, what the hell are you doing?!"

"I just... I don't... I... I...

"You idiot!" Zero snapped as suddenly he and Zenoram were face to face in the deep recesses of their mind. The dragon slayer glared at the young, quivering man before him, unable to bring himself to move in opposition of the deadly beast facing his group. He couldn't possibly. Not when the memories of their fallen father, of the being who'd raised them, flooded his young mind. And especially not when their hand, their magic, had played a pivotal role in the Dragon's demise.

"But I can't… I don't…" Zenoram was clearly distraught, and this was in tandem effect Zero's control over the body.

"Zenoram, you don't have to fight, but you've gotta let me move. We have to help defend our friends and I can't do that if you're putting up all these damn, mental blocks!" He growled angrily at the timid mage. He could hear the shouts and orders being barked along with the sounds of battle as he stared down at Zenoram. He shook his head, clearly annoyed and disappointed.

"I just… I can't Zero. What if this Dragon is also being controlled by something? What if the dragon doesn't know what it's doing? I don't wanna be apart of bringing it down." He shot back, tears welling up in his eyes, mirrored on their body if anybody were to look more closely. Zero sucked his teeth at this. He didn't know how to respond. He didn't want to hurt Zenoram. He never wanted to hurt Zenoram. But right now, they didn't have many options available to them. "Zero?"

It took a second, but soon, as the battle continued to rage Zero came to his senses. "We don't really have a choice here Zenoram." Zero's voice was softer now as he placed a hand on Zenoram's shoulder. "You may not need to be a slayer to stop a dragon, but my magic… our magic... will sure as hell make a difference."

"But-"

"No buts." Zero cut Zenoram off. "I'm not makin you fight, but if things go south we're gonna need your Time Zone magic. So, for now, close your eyes. Isolate yourself and let me do all the dirty work. We can hash out feelings later. I promise."

Zero didn't have to say anything else. Just like that he felt a weight lift. He could move again, just in time to catch himself up on what the fuck was going on. Gods, things had gone to shit fast. Fuck! Why couldn't everyone have just listened to Sasha?!" He slapped his palm up against his face and dragged it down. They probably should have all tried to retreat, no questions asked. It wasn't his style, but he'd agreed to listen to the person in charge. Guess, it was just gonna have to be an all out assault. Even though it was possible that Zenoram might have been able to temporarily stop the dragon with his time magic, having practiced on Hemlock for years, he was in not condition to battle.

Given how that he was still out of it, it wasn't like Zero was completely ready for this himself. What the hell was he even supposed to do? He shook his head. He couldn't feel Zenoram tugging at the back of his mind. It was weird. It was like for the first time ever, he was in complete control. "Alright, one of us is gonna need therapy after this." He said as he began to gather his magical power.

He hopped back to avoid some of the brunt of some of the powerful attacks being launched. Powerful spells were being cast in this little assault on the dragon. He glanced around trying to ascertain who exactly was doing what. "Fuck it, no time for strategy." He said as he relaxed his stance and closed his eyes. His magic began to swell and poison began to take the shape around him. The shapes were… rudimentary, hardly solid in anyway, and yet spears, arrows, javelins, etc. could likely be made out. "Poison Dragon's Arsenal: Projectile Edition." He spoke to nobody in particular as he readied his attack.

Most of the Tenrou Team was keeping on their toes and still attacking. Karn had even become a dragon. That made aiming a bit harder, Zero had to avoid him, but it would hopefully help keep the dragon in place. "Unless you're immune to poison, I'd make sure to stay out of the way of this!" He shouted with a snarl as he began to fire the mass of poison "weapons" at the dragon his allies were currently attacking. It wasn't like he couldn't help anybody afflicted with his poison, but it'd still hurt like hell and it'd be a real drag to have to save anyone if it got in their system. Especially while trying to fight a dragon.

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Tenrou Island-Draconic Brawl/Hunter Jorgenson and Jack Goran-A Day to Remember
@MarshiestMallow@Crimson Raven@Hatakekuro@t2wave@Burthstone@Silver Fox@CitrusArms
Shinobi@LightningMaiden@Joshua Tamashii@Oblivion666@YipeeXD

The numerous blows against the red-scaled behemoth stumbled it, but so far as anyone could tell, it barely noticed. Karn, however, drew it's attention and as he went to try and pin the Fire Dragon, he found himself lying on his back as the dragon's tail knocked his legs out from under him. The sudden appearance of the iceberg, however, briefly caught it off guard. It prepared to exhale in response, but found itself unable to unleash the break from the sudden expansion of the ice. So instead, it increased it's body heat exponentially. Once enough of the ice had melted around it, a mighty shake broke the iceberg into many pieces before taking aim at Ferrin.

The rage in its gaze was palpable, but something else lay there as well, something that was hard to place. The incoming spears of mercury caught it's gaze just as it was about to unleash it's breath attack and instead it turned and blasted the spears, melting them before they could impact and sending a lethal blaze at the responsible pair, Enma and Zev. As they braced for the inevitable to hit them, they suddenly found that nothing happened after a couple of minutes, noticing the sound of air being sucked in. Zev would be the one to open his eyes and see his guild master, Jack Goran, had intercepted and consumed the blaze.

Que Epic Music

"It would seem that there is quite the story to be learned from the presence of these beasts. You two help the others, I will deal with our fiery friend here. As he finished, a black dragon made itself known, blasting at Jack with a beam of pure shadow. The attack was intercepted by a stream of Jade, with Hunter landing between his guild master and the Shadow Dragon. Jack, grinning, looked around as a predatory White Dragon landed, a feathery-appearing Sky Dragon passed over them with a mighty roar, and a purple Poison Dragon intercepted Zero's attack, absorbing the poison attack.

The guild master bowed in apology to Sasha. "Forgive me Lady Sasha, but allow me." Black flame enveloped his fist she he approached the Fire Dragon. "Slayers, pick your opponent," Jack began to pick up speed as he approached the Dragon, moving from a walk into a job, and then a run, and then a sprint as he leapt into the air and pulled back with the flame covered fist, "and give no quarter!" The blow met with the Dragon's counter swipe of a clawed hand and blasted outwards, sending the Flame God Slayer sliding across the ground before he regained his footing and resumed his attack.

Hunter grinned and was no where near as dramatic as his guild master, encasing himself in his Jade Scales as he sprinted forwards and leapt into the air, his own fist pulled back for a mighty blow. "Jade Dragon's Steel Fist!" And so began a battle for the ages, the mages of Phoenix Wing, Dragon Fang and Frenzy Plant against dragons, who's power was still feared to modern day. It was a day history wouldn't soon forget.

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[color=ed1c24][/color]Jasmine Lockwood and Rajah

The faint sound of fighting and a dragon's roar was easily picked up by the girls with their slayer senses. As Jasmine feared, the others had encountered at least one more dragon already. She couldn't quite tell how far away they were, but the gigantic glacier-like object that appeared off in the distance gave a fair indication they weren't too far off. Even from here it was an impressive size. With her attention momentarily focused on Ferrin's spell, she didn't notice that Penny had slowed down and almost crashed into the back of the Phoenix Slayer.

Instead, she turned and smacked her face into the tree Penny had chosen to take shelter behind with a magnificent, loud thud. She stood stock-still for a moment, her back stiffening up as pain coursed through her face. Wonderful. At least she didn't take Penny out by accident, that was something right?

Rubbing her now sore nose, she looked through watery eyes towards Penny was aiming her attack at the dragon. Woah, Woah, Woah. Wait-weren't they meant to get to the others first?! They couldn't take on a dragon by themselves! Well, it was too late now, Penny had already begun shooting a large fireball at the monster and was beginning to cast a spell to boost presumably herself and Jasmine. Well, they were doing this then now weren't they?

"Hmm, you should hurry child." Ryujin's voice chimed in. "As you humans say...strike while the iron is hot no? Or is it he who strikes first wins? I'm not overly familiar with your human sayings." With a deep chuckle resounding in her mind, the blonde nodded to no one in particular. He was right, if she was going to do anything then it should be now. If not for the reasons stated above, then while they still had something resembling the element of surprise.

"Water..." Letting go of Penny's hand, Jasmine ran out into the open and took a deep breath.  Dragon's..." bringing her hands up to her mouth to help form a funnel, she threw her head back as she felt the magic well up inside her. "ROAR!!" Jasmine was almost thrown off her own two feet by the water that gushed forwards up at the dragon. The attack aiming to slam into the creature's side to knock it out of the air. After the spell was completed, Jasmine took a couple of heavy breath's as her first proper usage of magic in more than 2 years took it's surprisingly low toll. More that it was hard to breath when shooting that attack!

"Ta-take that you stupid lizard!" Jasmine wasn't sure what she was meant to say, so stuttered out the best insult she could muster. She quickly took guard and waited for the dragon's response to their attacks, her knees shaking just a little to ruin the courageous effort.

Watching over this all unfold was Rajah, who was safely hiding behind of Iggy. She nodded her head approvingly as Jasmine started to aid Penny in attacking the dragon, pointing towards her as she spoke to Iggy. "Look at my disciple go! She'll teach this insolent creature what happens when you cross me." Nodding again with the confidence, or stupidity, that what she spoke was the absolute truth, her ears twitched excitedly. "Such a pathetic worm should know it's place and just lose already, they stand no chance against my disciple."


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Race: Lizardfolk (Gold)
Age: Young adult, birthday unknown
Weapon: Claws/Teeth
Armor: Natural scales only
Alignment: Lawful Good
Religion: Draconis Rex (Gold Aspect)
Magical Ability: Divine spellcasting
Languages: Draconic (native), Common, Hand Sign (basic)
Other skills: Herbalism, Cooking, Sewing, Music (fiddle)
Special: Wings (gliding only)

History: Rhin's background is something of a mystery, even to her. Brief and confusing memories are all that remain to remind her of her youngest years, her only trinket a golden talisman pinned to her smock. As a small child she was discovered on Metallic Dragon Lands, lost and wandering very near to the Great Chasm. It was lucky for her that mithril-scaled Melanor was on patrol, as most other dragons would have found little reason to take interest in a mere dragonkin infant.

Brought to The Roost, it was the great king Aelinor who decided Rhindani's fate. All she can remember of that illustrious but brief meeting with the great golden wyrm was how he seemed to peer at her, his stare thoughtful but stern over a chinfull of long whiskers. It was a gaze that was terrifying to one so small and confused.

Since that time, Rhindani has been a ward of the Church of Draconis Rex, raised by a kindly but elderly cleric named Ki'Nem in the ways of the Gold Aspect. A quiet and pensive but perceptive child, Rhindani took quickly to the arts of Healing, her talents growing from the use of herbs and traditional medicines to asking the Blessings of the Golden Aspect to address greater maladies in those who seek the services of the Church. In addition to working in the infirmary, her years have been filled with other humble domestic toils such as sewing and cooking. What little free time can be had in the life of a vestal was spent with her friend and confidante, a copper lizardfolk female named Mahva who is as impulsive as she is deaf. It is because of Mahva that part of Rhin's daily exercise includes using her wings, because according to the young copper "there's no point in being born with wings if'n all you're gonna do is hide them under a robe until they shrivel up."

For the last three years Rhindani has been living in a small Church in the People's Conglomerate. The move away from the beauty and comfort of Metal City and the grand Church of Draconis Rex to a land of humans surprised those who knew her but wasn't exactly a shock to those who knew her best. Rhin wasn't without many doubts, but something wordless and nameless urged her to take her skills, little as they might be, to places unknown (at least to herself). Perhaps a little adventure would settle the coil of longing that comes with not knowing who you really are or where you came from.

Personality and Traits: Rhin has always been quiet and somewhat reserved, but ultimately kind and empathetic. That's not to say she is soft at heart, however, because tending to the sick and the dying instills and requires a certain amount of strength that has nothing to do with being bullheaded or the hefting of a sword. She prefers tasks that don't require much conversation, her favourite chores in the Church being tending the herb and kitchen gardens or cooking, or even sewing (though she prefers to do so outside when possible). She enjoys reading, drawing and listening to music, her prized possession a silverwood fiddle that took ten years to save up for and another ten to learn how to play with any skill. Rhindani hopes to one day discover her own origins, though long ago exhausted what little information she had to go on. She suspects that the knowledge will help her understand herself better, and explain some of her shortcomings, primarily with regards to a delayed advance in the abilities that come from worship and the strange pale opalescent gold colour of her scales that do not quite match with the beautiful rich vibrance of her fellow Gold dragonkin. She continues to pray to Draconis Rex about the former, and rubs ash soap on her skin to mute the latter. So far, the dragon God has been silent on the matter.

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The travel itself remained a tedious one for the young dwarf, a ride on horseback not familiar to him and rather frustrating given his stature and the might of his steed. He had taken the time at the stables to find a smaller mare, yet with the strength and endurance to bear Abet and his weighted baggage for a great length of time. The riding was tough, but after a short time he became used to the gait of the large creature, though still wasn't keen on mounting the damn beast.

Each night, Abet recalled the old songs and poems of his home, to which he would gleefully sing for the merriment of his companions, after of course he had drank a bit of ale - he wasn't one to carry water in the large skin pouch in his pack when he'd rather be having a good time! The tales of his homeland tugged slightly at his heart, which would in turn fuel the passion in his retelling, often emphasizing with a bit of exaggeration to make his ancestors all the mightier.

The party's arrival to their destination signaled the call for tactics, as it became increasingly apparent that their adversaries were well armed and on their guard. Despite their numbers against the immediate defenders, who knew of the size of the group that lied in wait behind those walls? The man named Nicholas spoke to ponder everyone's skills, to which the dwarf only chuckled. The party was relatively well-rounded, and having spent enough time with them these past few nights, their basic combat prowess had become apparent - the three men were fighters, through and through, and if any magic lay dormant in them, they were rather good at hiding it. The Fey carried with him a bow and a glaive of some kind, so he would best aid them from afar. The wood elf had shown signs of magic, as well as the wielding of the great blade across her back, to which she must have some knowledge - this made her a valuable asset. The dragonkin, however, was peculiar, in that she had shown very little sign of combat training or magical knowledge. And of course, who couldn't notice the mighty hammer Abet himself held?

"It seems blade and bow would be our greatest allies, eh? What say you, Fey elf, would ya mind pickin' at the gunners down there while we brutes in armor get up close?" Abet smiled at Thirodaen, though his mouth was mostly covered by the whiskers upon his lip.

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The ride to their destination was long but not entirely unpleasant. He had grown more used to horses since leaving the wild woods, and considered himself to be quite an accomplished rider. The way in which the Lizardwoman rode was quite, amusing. But her race was an old one, and his respect kept any perhaps unhelpful comments in check. The other elf rode far too well, and Thirodaen suspected that she was cheating.
In regards to his companions, he was usually quite interested in what they said, and replied courteously, if curtly. Trust was a two-way relationship, and only a fool shut himself off from any to whom he may owe his life. It was highly, highly unlikely, of course, but there was a first time for everything. He needed to learn about how they fought, anyway.

Upon their arrival, Thirodaen was secretly glad that someone knew how to take charge. Otherwise, they usually turned to him, and despite how little he admitted it, that never ended well. When the dwarf spoke to him, the noise grated on his ears, and he winced slightly, but smiled back nine the less. How could you not, the little thing was so cute. "I would be more than happy to shoot people. I think I do it quite well. Don't make me have to come down there to help you though. Blood goes everywhere when I have to use this," He gestured to his glaive, "It takes an age to wash out. It is fun though." The dwarf would certainly make an eager ally, if his attitude stayed the same, and if he wasn't always drunk. So far, he liked him. It probably won't last, and he definately won't show it.

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Veryon, during the ride, fared much like the Dwarf, although to a lesser extent; not entirely used to horseback, he'd stay mostly quiet during the rides and try to imagine he was back on a ship. While he was sure his fellow Knight wouldn't want to be back on another one anytime soon, Veryon was a Ranirocan and a Captain besides, and nothing so minor as a shipwreck would deter him. He speaks fairly openly, to the others, telling them of his and Vycker's exploits, along with a party of other Knights in a distant land. He also drinks, heavily, at all hours of the day, though it only seems to catch up with him at night, when he bellows sea shanties and laughs heartily at everything. Occasionally, though, the old sea dog falls quiet, staring into their nightly fires and stroking his hand down the length of his axe's haft, whispering apologies to someone named Nadia.

When they arrive at the bandit camp, Veryon slides from his saddle, staggering only slightly as he rolls his shoulders. He looks down at the encampment, snorting with brief laughter, and then back at the others. He shoulders his axe, approaching everyone else as they make their plans, and speaks loudly, talking over Thirodaen with a boisterous tone.

"Aye, there's a few bandits down there, lads. Just make sure you leave one to question, and leave room for me to swing my axe. We'll fuck them all up good an' proper, and when we're done, we'll find their boss and fuck them up better! Ain't nothing fancy to be done, me and Vycker've killed a Pit Fiend! ... With some help, but, all the same. We know what we're doing!"

He laughs, thumping the haft of his axe against the ground repeatedly. The motion causes his mixed and matched black plates of armor to jingle and clang against his ill-fitting chainmail beneath, and he grins.

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Nicholas waited a bit after asking his question, but as people began talking amongst themselves, he sighed. Eventually he speaks up again, saying

"I suppose rush in and do what you're best at is as good a plan as any. I'll try and capture one, unless anyone else would rather do it."

Nicholas is pretty unsure about how this is all going to go, and feels as though there's a strong chance they might accidentally kill all the bandits. Still, as far as mistakes go, that wouldn't be one Nicholas would be too broken up about. Nicholas readies his sword and shield, getting prepared.

"Either way, I'm ready when you lot are."

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The morning they were to reach the criminal safehouse, Rhindani took care to make sure her belongings were secured in her bag rather than scattered in the saddlebags and gear strapped neatly to her dun-coloured palfrey. If she needed to move quickly to tend to an injured comrade, or even to one of the outlaws they had come to route, the dragonkin needed her kit in its entirety.

"I have no skill to aid you in combat," she shrugged at Nicholas, a motion that shifted her wings under where they had been concealed by her cloak. "Unless you wish me to fight like a beast." It was not common for her kind to be born with wings, let alone a set that appeared strong enough to carry her weight rather than stunted vestigial things that had no purpose. But Rhindani concealed them for the most part, taking time only at night when camp was made to practice with them, the leathery whooshing echoing from where she lingered away from the others.

And so now they were hidden under the blue shawl-robe, though her hood had been pulled back from her scaled face, the smooth ridges of her crest sparkled oddly. The dragonking held a pot of some salve in her hand and smoothed the yellowish concoction over her face and skin, rubbing it in until her scales no longer glittered. It had a faint scent, not floral as one might expect but more earthy and woody like an incense.

When she was done dulling her scales she dropped her sleeves and her hood back where they belonged. "If it didn't seem that we were in a hurry I would offer to go in alone. Even bandits might be reluctant to turn away a healer or a pilgrimage, especially if she offered her services." The proposed pretext was so in-line with her true purpose in the People's Conglomerate that she shouldn't have any trouble holding it up as a charade. "I would be able to get an idea of their forces and the design of the building inside and report back. It may take longer but may help you all approach more wisely." She didn't seem to think anything of putting herself at risk.

But her offer seemed to fall on deaf ears, so eager they were to get started. Her long tail undulated with no small amount of annoyance but in the end she was not in charge here and had no intention to be.

"If you'd rather go now, I will stay with the horses so that we don't become victims of theft ourselves. You can signal me if my skills are needed. Saida can mend some injuries but anything truly grievous I fear will require the blessings of my own Patron."

She tucked her ashy salve back into her bag and waited, patting her horse on the neck. At first the creature had seemed quite reluctant to carry a dragonkin but with the elf-woman's assistance Rhindani was learning better horsewomanship.