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Age: Lost Count

Magic: Sculpt Flesh Transformation Magic; She can change her form into any other, but she requires the physical mass to do so and it takes time. She has to build forms from scratch as well, as she cannot directly mimic something.

Human Form: Her human form. White hair, lean, 5'8"", Pale skin, Blue eyes.

'Pet' Form: Non-combat form. A small furry white dragon that can fly and shoot small tufts of mostly harmless fire.

Predator Form S: Primary combat form. A small (Comparatively) fire-breathing white dragon. His scales are not nearly as tough as an actual dragon's scales, so dragon-slayer magic is not required to defeat him in this form. However, a number of magics and attacks will still simply roll off his scales in this form. However, due to the size of this form, it takes days to gather the energy and mass to shift into this form, since she can't create substance from magic. Can comfortably fit three regular-sized people on her back in this form.

Predator Form A: Comes up to about the shoulder of a tall individual, and claws and teeth are capable of rending through any armor and flesh with ease.

Predator Form B: Totals to about half the size of a person, its dark fur that easily allows it to hide in darkness, and only the toughest man made armors can withstand her when she's angry in this form.

Predator Form C: This form comes up to the average person's knee at te shoulder. Sharp teeth and speed make this form dangerous, but not as much so as other forms.

Transition Forms: Transition forms are any form in between two forms. These forms typically look incomplete or deranged, and are nigh-impossible for Mithera to fight in.

Magic Level: Strength of an S-Class, but considered an A-Class wizard.

History: Most of Mithera's past is lost to the entropy of time, and all that is really known about her is that she is somewhere over a hundred years old, and learned her abilities through extraneous trial and error. She has lived most of her life in the wild, and doesn't know as much about modern courtesy as she should.

She met Melina, who had been on a job, in the forest near her nest. After much oo-ing and ahh-ing on the part of Melina, the two talked and became friends. They have been nearly inseparable since.

Personality: Kind, but short tempered.

Team Members: N/A

Three Strengths:

1. Tied with a powerful sorceress

2. Her lifespan is potentially more than ten times the average human's due to her ability to change forms

3. Her forms are tough to hurt with weapons.

Three Weaknesses:

1. Requires both magical power and physical mass to transform.

2. Transformation takes time.

3. Overconfidence in her teammate.

Greatest Love: Being praised.

Motivation: To become more than human.

Appearance: Varies

Additional Details: Has a Blood Covenant with Melina Vale. The Blood Covenant allows her to use other's blood to magically accelerate her transformations, far less efficiently than Melina however.

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Master Jamie

Master jamie had seem many odd things. So it didn't surprise him when Karn can in dressed in a dress, with a cake. He merely wondered what the boy had gotten himself into, and was sure that it was a thrilling tale. And then Candy came barreling in for the cake, and Jamie couldn't stop the sugar obsessed boy.

As it was, Jamie was well aware that he would have to speak with Candy. The boy needed to become responsible with his abilities, to stop incidents like with the jaw breakers. Jamie feared it could only lead to a serious accident for Candy Loving boy.

She would also have to talk with Melina, as despite everything, Jamie couldn't figure out what Melina's end game was. What would the blood mage do, if Mithera chose to stay with Zero, should he join the guild?

So much to do.

The easiest one first then, Jamie approached Melina and Mithera. He didn't say anything about the sudden change to a black coloured creature for Mithera, but instead spoke "you said you wanted information on your abilties, Melina. I can give you that. But I'm curious, what will you do if Mithera chooses to stay with zero?"

Sasha

Sasha looked over as Mayt joined her and began to speak about his magic. Lost magic? That was interesting, from what she knew about it and it wasn't much, it was different from normal Magic. She was sure she had seen something about having to give something each time to use it. Maybe.

Mayt was clearly expecting some sort of reaction. She nodded "alright. I'll remember that, although I don't fully understand it. Lost magic, huh? Sounds...interesting. I'll be sure to tell Master Jamie for you, and to remind you, If you want. I think you should talk to your mother about it too. When we get back"

She didn't know what else to say. She put the book back in her satchel, wondering about it all. Despite all they knew about magic, there was magnitudes of knowledge about magic that they didn't know. 100 years without magic, and even before then, so much magic was lost.

"what do you mean by familial? I know it means family, but how can magic be...just in one line?" perhaps Mayts answer to that question might just answer a few of her own, inner questions.

Edo-Sasha

Edo-Sasha was angered by Edo-Lazarus's words. She hadn't meant to be caught coming in the room, but she had, and now it was too late to back out. As Edo-Lazarus spoke, her hands clenched into fists, and her expression went blank. "you stupid, idiotic, bastard. No one life is worth more then another. You act like you this was all imposed on you. You could have done something about it all. You could have left the false kings service, could have found a family here, but you didn't. I don't give a damn what you think. If you had died, that would have meant that I had your blood on my hands. And i disn't want that."

She shook her head, but her fury was gone. She sighed heavily. "beyond all that, I could have bloody protected myself. I was going to protect myself."

Jarvis

Jarvis took the time to replenish his stock of Lacrima. He had several unconditioned Lacrima in his storage area, much like an equip mages space, and he replenished both his transportation, and communication Lacrima, as well as some more offensive attack lacrima.

Beyond that, he didn't really have much to do, and that was oddly unsettling. Most of his time he couldn't help but think on how they were going to get back. They could use th anima, but that would require alliwin edolasans to be transported to Earthland.

Which might just lead to war, he thought suddenly. In Earthland. Against people who coverted their magic. It couldn't end well.

Eventually, to keep his mind busy, he prepared some food, letting himself enjoy the familiar task.

[Assistant]
Felix Lancaster
The Magnet Mage

Felix had spent the two days mostly training and decorating his room. He hadn't had much as far as things when he had arrived, but the rest had been at a camp site not too far away. He had a bit of clothing but many books on magical theory. If any of his father had rubbed off on him, it was the love of researching what magic could do.

All of that knowledge didn't help him much when it came to sparring with Damian. Without using his magic, the fight was heavily one-sided. Felix couldn't create constructs on the fly to protect himself. Felix was a bit of a mid-range fighter and so being pulled up close and personal without his ability-enhancing magic was his worst nightmare. However, he did feel like he learned a bit in the match. Of course he didn't get a scratch on Damian, but he thought he had figured out how.

Felix had spent some time getting to know the other members, even finding time to hold Karn down for a conversation that involved more than just a vigorous handshake and a new nickname, but he still felt a little like a child in comparison to most of the other people there. Felix was young, sure, but he was on par with many of the wizards there. But of course no one really saw that because no one had seen him in a real fight, aside from the first one when he arrived. Even then, fighting a fire mage with magnet magic was not exactly a good thing. Felix didn't like to broadcast the knowledge that extreme heat could basically nullify his magic, and not getting close helped in that regard.

He, still, enjoyed his time with Fleo. He'd been able to show her his magic and found that their way of constructing objects and their general fighting capabilities were really similar. Felix theorized that their magic would work well in tandem, but without any jobs to do, he didn't want to suggest forming a team. Maybe later, when there were missions to go on.

Felix walked into the guild hall at the beginning of his third full day as a Phoenix Wing guild member and sighed as Candy assaulted a perfectly good cake. He thought about restraining the running madman, but decided that, unless asked, he probably should stay out of it. He glanced around but saw most everyone was busy. He sat at a table and his stomach growled. He had mostly gone out for food in town, he actually wasn't completely sure the food situation in the guild hall itself. And he didn't feel like going out for food alone.

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EdolasMayt Mayt nodded, glad Sasha was going to remember, and when she asked about what he meant by familial, he let out an internal sigh. "As far as I know, only people of my mother's bloodline even have a chance of being capable of using my magic. The memories don't go back that far, but it has to do with the man who found it or created it or however that works. I'm his direct descendant, obviously, and since I'm the first born of my parents, and alive, I was given the knowledge of almost everything ever learned about my magic, including the Taboos and their consequences. But, I don't know why only my family is capable, but no one has found someone out of our family who's capable. So... Yeah. There's that story." He gave a little half-hearted smile, and leaned back a little, biting his lip. "Right now though, I know everything my mother knows about my magic, so talking to her would only be useful as warnings and things to look out for."

EarthlandMelina and Mithera Melina looked up from brushing Mithera's fur out when Jamie came over, and smiled a bit. As Jamie asked his question, Mithera did a small eye-roll before training her looks back at the Guild, and Melina answered after a moment. "She already plans on stickin' with them. I'm only still here because no ones looked for that book and I need to tell you where she wants her Mark when Zero and Zenoram join. After that, I'm going to head back to doing what I did while Mithera was sticking with you for the past three months." She gave him a little smile, and turned back to Mithera. "She wants it on her stomach by the way, black, and she wants to get it when she's in her cute little drakin form." Mithera looked over at her groom for a moment, before over at Jamie.


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"Hey, you wouldn't have seen any flower around here that has a yellow petal, would ya? I need one for, uh...'flavoring'."

"Charlotte LaChance. Now, if you don't need anything I really should be watching this beaker before it explodes."
"Nineteen."
Age:
19

Race:
Human

Appearance:
Charlotte stands around five foot six. A pale complexion with messy, somewhat unkempt dark brown hair and cold blue eyes adorn her face. She has a slender frame, with no obvious muscles as she's not entirely one for physical activity, often time spending her days reading or practicing her chosen craft. She wears comfortable clothes that look like one might expect of someone born from high-society. Short pants, held up by a belt with a golden buckle, adorned with various pouches to carry items. Comfortable shoes with long, knee-high socks. Over her upper body, she wears a thick cloak with a hood, designed mostly to protect the wearer from the cold. Rarely takes it off, even in the warmer lands she finds herself in.

Personality:
Insatiable curiosity, confident, stubborn, a bit on the childish side, doesn't like not getting her way, and has a bit of a one-track mind. As such her alchemy can sometimes suffer a bit as a result. Though indeed, she is talented, and if she doesn't let her one-track mind focus on something else after she starts something, she'd be fairly successful. She prefers to spend time outdoors with her plants and other alchemy reagents than in the company of people.

She tends to come off as rather serious and no-nonsense, and sometimes a sarcastic grump. Often time she wears a serious expression when people first meet her, though its only because she tends to have a one-track mind about things, and really doesn't like being interrupted. She's often thinking about various things and what properties plants might have.

That said, she is fairly friendly to most, and isn't hostile by any means. Just don't interrupt her work unless you have a really good reason. Aside from this, she's fairly intelligent and knows about a great deal many scholarly subjects. Mostly dealing with Magic and Alchemical pursuits, but she's read a great many number of books so she might surprise someone with her knowledge every now and then about something.

"DAMN YOUR EYES DON'T TOUCH THAT BEAKER-Argh, this is sensitive equipment!"

Abilities:
Aside from the obviously impressive physical and mental abilities that humans possess, Charlotte is adept at potion brewing. Meaning, alchemy and making useful concoctions out of herbs, remedies, antidotes and other items found in the natural world. She's pretty much a savant when it comes to everything relating to it. Add that to some beginner interest in Botany, she could probably make quite the living selling and brewing potions. That said, she is still fairly young and has a lot of room for improvement in the field.

A neat little list:
-Fairly intelligent
-Knows her way around plants and Biology.
-Cold tends to not bother her so much, since her home country was notoriously cold.
-Not so good with animals, unfortunately. They tend to like using her as a chewtoy.
-Physically speaking, she's a wet noodle strength wise. Fairly average stamina, though due to her fairly active lifestyle.

She has heard tells of old alchemists being able to directly influence the world through direct means. Directly changing iron into gold, and even manipulating the earth to do ones bidding. She intends to find the truth of these matters, and learn fiction from reality.

History:
Born in Astril, Charlotte has been brought up around science, logic, reason, and even the odd magical related things most of her life. Aside from that, its not particularly interesting. While she herself wasn't born into the magic-using citadel of Astril, and was instead brought up in a small farming community near the border, she has always held an interest in magic, alchemy, and scholarly pursuits herself. So in between farming duties and helping her parents run the farm, she studied all sorts of books. Ones about history, magic, and otherwise.

When she was fourteen, she was accepted into Astril itself as a student. And as confident as she was, she was sorely outclassed by a lot of the students there who had been training formally since their birth. She spent quite a few years there struggling to keep up with the other students, and quickly found herself as a bit of a loner and outcast among her peers. Not that she particularly minded, she'd rather have her books and studies anyways. Eventually she was labeled a bit of an eccentric.

It was when she was nineteen, she had to make a choice. So she left Astril and set off on her own, intent on finding her lives work. She doesn't like talking about the events that transpired leading up to that event, but she will say she killed about five scholars and blew up a lab.

Other:
-Can be somewhat socially awkward at times, and has trouble holding a decent conversation about anything other than alchemy.
-Makes some questionable potions sometimes. You really shouldn't get curious about some of the stuff she makes.
-Don't bring up anything regarding an elixir of life or philosophers stone. You have been warned. If you do, bring ear plugs and make sure you don't have anything to do for the next hour.

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~Alenoa City~

Well, she knew one thing. Flying was absolutely wonderful. The air rushed past them quickly, and if she had been a little younger she would have probably not been able to keep a few shouts of excitement from escaping. Villages and landscape rushed past them. Mountains and trees, even a river. This was definitely a good choice, yes, heh. It cut down on so much travel time. What would have taken what was likely most of the day, even by horse became a quick half-hour trip at most.

When Himeko landed, Charlotte landed on the ground, a bit wobbly after being so high up. So this was a city that wasn't Astril...hm. She was mildly impressed. Despite the grandiose of it, there still didn't seem to be a building quite so high as the tower. First things first though.

"Whew, that was...enlightening." Charlotte mused to herself as Himeko took in the sight of the city. It was easy to tell she was exhausted though. It was easy enough to spot exhaustion in any creature, if one had studied it long enough. Which would also mean it'd be a perfect time to do this. "Well, I'm certain there'll be something to eat once inside. I could go for a little something myself, I suppose."

Rather nonchalantly, she plucked a feather from Himeko's wings before she had a chance to put them away.

"Right then, lets go." she started walking at a brisk pace.

[Assistant] Himeko was a slight bit too tired to notice her feather being snatched, though she might notice later. It was a bit of a walk there, so Himeko finally returned her wings and for once, quietly walked there. It was a bit of a walk and perhaps it was a bit too much of a walk down there. Well, regardless, it was still faster than if they walked here from the last town. It didn't take too long until the two reached the entrance to the city and Himeko looked intrigued. Still though, they were there for a reason. So, do you know where we're going from here?" She asked Charlotte since she had absolutely no idea who anyone was here or the typical ideas of human society.

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Oh good, she hadn't noticed so she wasn't going to suddenly find herself on an impromptu flying trick. She placed the feather inside of her cloak for safe keeping along with the other items.

Hm, she'd need to test the feathers properties once she had a second to rest and perhaps find some better alchemical equipment. The two approached the city in quiet, for the most part Charlotte took in the vast, rolling plains that surrounded the city. The only plains she was used to were covered in snow and ice, so seeing something so...green, was a welcome change. Ah...she wanted to spend a few days documenting all the plants and animals, but she coudln't. Not if she wanted to achieve her goals in a timely fashion.

As they approached the city gates, they were greeted by a decent number of people moving in and out of the city. For the most part, no one paid two travelers any mind.

"I told you," Charlotte replied with a huff. "That I know only what I read. I know there's a desert supposed to the south of here but we can't very well just barrel into a desert without any preparation." She continued walking into the city proper. "We could discuss our next course of action over food, if you like." Charlotte continued. "Though, I should stress my funds are quite limited so nothing extravagant unless you're paying." If she had too, she could stay a few days and sell some of her things to people who needed them. Wouldn't be too difficult to set up a stall somewhere, perhaps.

If all else failed, she could make fools gold and sell that, though the thought left a bad taste in her mouth. Tricking people like that was something she didn't approve of.

[Assistant] Himeko pulled herself together at the thought of being more prepared than this girl. "Haha! I for one, can pay my own meals! The Tengu are well known for wealth. She reached inside her clothes and pulled out a small bag, inside were a good amount of intricate looking coins that looked of solid gold as well as some precious looking gemstones. She was not so foolish as to reach in and show to the world her collection, but showed only to Charlotte. "I was told that I could sell the gems off for a high price and the coins themselves would keep me well for a while. And I might be willing to share with you... Maybe. Try and convince me?" The Tengu added, wanting to hear the sweet words of how this human would be indebted to her in some way or form.

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Charlotte stared at Himeko, obviously unimpressed with her display. She sighed, shaking her head as she kept walking. There were quite a few gemstones in there, though none of them were particularly valuable to her. She wasn't one for fancy jewelry and gems like such were not particularly useful in alchemy. Still, Himeko's haughty attitude was getting to her a bit. She could mess with her for a little while, couldn't she?

She did have a few chunks of actual gold on her, she just didn't want to use them.

"Yeah, not happening." Charlotte harrumphed dismissively, walking deeper into the city. The architecture here was vastly different from Astril, and it was fascinating. "I don't need your money when I can make gold from rock." A bold claim, but not a false one. She hadn't quite perfected the formula for that yet, but she could still make very realistic fools gold.

[Assistant] "What's that? Gold from rocks? I doubt you could make gold. Maybe something like it." The Tengu said, pocketing her own valuables. She needed to find somewhere to sell those gems... A jeweler or something. She'd take a bit to studied how much they were being sold for then high-ball and get to a reasonable price. It was worth it watching those merchants in the first town. Might even make more if she mentions they were from the land of Crow People. Or maybe not. Might as well try soon enough. There were more than enough buildings for that kind of thing it seemed. "So, should we try one of those taverns for information? Or would it be best to look for the... As you humans put it, 'Scholarly Types?'" She really didn't know what Charlotte had in mind.

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"Heh," Charlotte smirked confidently. "Alchemy is capable of many things." It was quite true, it could turn rock into gold - though it would be a minuscule amount. Equivalent exchange and all that. Couldn't use something lesser to make something of greater value without a lot of it. The process was also currently inefficient, she had discovered. Come to think of it, she should tell Himeko about what she could do. Would make working together a tad bit easier, at least. A thought for later though, she should find someplace good to eat.

"Well, first things first you wanted food." Charlotte scanned the immediate street. There was quite a few people milling about, and while she was disappointed by the lack of any obvious scholarly pursuits, that wasn't something that couldn't be solved by a bit of foot work. "And I'm feeling a little hungry myself."

It took a bit of walking, but they finally managed to find a respectable looking restaurant - or what Charlotte assumed to be one. She had never actually been in one before. Most meals in the tower were prepared at the dorm kitchens or were up to the individual person to take care of. Still, she was at least adept enough to know what one was.

She walked inside, followed shortly by Himeko, taking a seat at a table towards the back of the room.

"Hmm...I wonder what sorts of things they have here." Charlotte voiced in a curious tone.

It was then, three girls walked into the restaurant as well. One was dressed in a light purple dress, with black stockings and comfortable looking shoes. She was overall petite, with long black hair and the dress looked completely expensive. Another was an older looking blond, with bright blue eyes and shoulder length blond hair tied into a braid, wearing equally expensive looking dress that hung to the floor. The third, was another girl with bluish-tinted hair, long tied back into a pony tail, light airy and comfortable looking dress.

"Ah..." The waiter at the front of the restaurant bowed respectfully at their appearance. "If it isn't the Fiore Sisters. How fare you this fine evening?"

"Ah...Gerald, pleasure to see you here." The eldest spoke up, giving the man a friendly smile. "We are doing well. I finally managed to get Livia out of the house for once." She giggled impishly, causing the one in the purple dress to roll her eyes a bit. She said nothing in reply, only walking past the waiter and the girl with the blue hair.

"We'll take our usual seats...hmm?" Livia's impatient reply was cut off by a pause and a hum, staring in Himeko's direction for a brief moment before turning back to Gerald. "...actually. Marise. How about a change of pace, hm?" There was something off about the woman in the odd dress. Without waiting for either of the other two's confirmation, she simply decided to take a seat one table over from Charlotte's and Himeko's.

"E-eh? Livia?" Marise turned to look to the third to see what she'd do.


[System]
Alias: Siren (Outside the family), Songbird (Within the family)

Age: 24

Appearance:

She's a real looker, this gal, a choice bit of calico. With the kind of face you want to fall in love with twice over, she can catch an entire room of eyes and own them for the whole night. Though her vibrant blue eyes can show you the gates of heaven themselves, this doll's lips promise nothing but sin. A galaxy of freckles orbit her face and various other areas on her body. She sports long jet black hair that is always styled to complete perfection, whether in an updo or not. Her body could bring men to their knees, thick and curvy in just the right places, reaching 5'6 or higher in heels, often accentuated with the richest sort of get-up. Her appearance is the flashy lure, waiting for a guppy to try and take a nibble...

Position: Soldier

Specialty: Hustling, damage control, distraction

Personality: In most interactions with Sera where she does not find any gain, one will come out from speaking with her with a poor impression of the lady. She can come off as haughty, disinterested and monotonous. Many have left her feeling duped, as if her appearance had promised them gold and she had delivered rust. She has a tendency to disappoint in terms of her demeanor. Upon further interaction with her, her aloof behavior begins to fade and she becomes a bit more open. She is not intentionally rude to others, she has simply become jaded towards conversations with strangers as people have had a habit of hunting her out because of her appearance alone, without a care off what she actually has to say.

She's a pessimist who finds pleasure in a limited number of things. She's stubborn and hard-headed, but clever and flexible in situations. She is well aware of how to behave like a proper, feminine woman and can work her way around a conversation exceptionally. She just never chooses to put that effort in unless it's required.

History: Sera grew up in high society, with a family name that spelled out "rich and sophisticated". She was raised as a proper young lady and taught to ignore the rebellious actions of the modern women. She was a doll to her mother and an asset for the future to her father. Still, she wasn't unhappy in her life and attempted not to take the blessings of her birth for granted. There were small issues here and there of the pressure and loss of power in her life, but she really didn't expect anything else. She was bred to be a wife and was preparing herself for such a fate. In fact, she had even met a man under her parents suggestion that she was thinking she could probably tolerate for the rest of her life.

However, it was when she was around 17 that things started to get just a bit... complicated in her life. Men had always been interested in her from her young life and she had gotten quite a bit of attention. But it seemed to double in under a few months and she began to suffocate under the fellas that would hang off of her every word. She began to realize she could tell them to do things (generally "go chase yourself!" or "dry up!") and they would listen. It was easy to see that the people she spoke to were ready to follow her suggestions to varying degrees of enthusiasm. Well. It was rather strange, she thought, but she wasn't exactly against it. Made life a bit easier, even with all the attention.

She was popular, thriving. She made the papers on multiple occasions, just by doing things she enjoyed, or being escorted to an event with a possible suitor. Eventually, however, she began to realize she had attractions in ways that weren't conventional or accepted. She liked people of the same gender and that was dangerous. She began to date a woman on the downlow, a girl named Rosemary the widow to a baker who at died in the war. They found bliss in each other's company.

Then, one day Rosemary was assaulted while getting supplies for the bakery. Sera went into a blind rage, finding the man who did it. She very kindly and politely said five little words to him and he shot himself in the skull in broad daylight. Witnesses placed her there but no conviction could stick as she hadn't touched the man once, but her relationship with Rosemary was revealed and her reputation was ruined. Her parents disowned her and all that precious money she had enjoyed was gone.

She moved in with Rosemary, but they didn't have the money to keep the bakery going without the support of Sera's wealth. She knew who had the money in the town and was willing to do anything to protect her and her family. So, through lots of talking, Sera got herself situated right in Michael Corvi's office. She didn't dare use her ability against him (not that she believed it would even work) and instead made a careful case about her abilities and her dedication, fully aware of the dangerous game she had played but desperate. She had lots to offer, could convince people to do things in a way intimidation couldn't, a useful tool to supply the family.

Power: Sera has the power of suggestion. She can say things and weak minds will listen without a thought. Stronger minds can resist and even stronger can laugh in her face. Still, she can keep many a person enamored with herself and off the main target and can even change people's perception, make them believe they're seeing things that aren't there depending on their ability to resist.

Extra:
-While her power comes from speaking, she is a singer and has a lovely voice. Singing appears to have no affect on others shy of the usual admiration she brings out from people.
-Supers seem to have a bit more resistance to her ability, but are not entirely immune.

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Nadia Felmoth

 Nadia listened intently as Ivy spoke and watched as the pen glided across the map. Everything she said process in Nadia's head and her brain was working out the best ways to case the places mentioned. The bit about the stranger buying some businesses interested her, more specifically the man who bought them. She noted the fact that Ivy kept calling everything 'ours' a habit she was sure was not easy to break. Why this stuck in her mind she would never know but it was there. The switching supplier and warehouses would be the longest thing for her to case out, unless she got lucky. There was a long pause as she thought before she eventually spoke.

 "The club will likely be the easiest thing for me to keep an eye on, since I will likely be able to go in at any given time and get some bit of information here or there. It seems logical to start there, as any information about the movement of Drogato will likely be circulation through there, even if the man doesn't go there himself. It will also probably be the best place for me to figure out the time schedule and location of his supplier as well, without actually trying to find it myself that is." She paused, thinking again. She would need to stay in any given form for as long as possible to be able to get any good information, which meant travel would likely be slow. "I can only stay in any given animal from for about two hours, so I want to minimize the need to travel as much as possible." She was thinking out loud, but also making sure her limitations were understood. "The man that bought the businesses is something I myself am curious about but the importance of this is really up to you." She directed this to Corvi, though the entire time she spoke she was running her ideas and thought process through him for approval or improvement. If he told her to do it another way, or to prioritize something she would follow his order to the letter.

 "Is there anything you can tell me about Drogato's daily habits, it would make pinning him down a bit easier, hopefully. Also, the location of his home, or former home would be a huge help." This bit was directed toward Ivy, hoping she had any good information for her. Even old information was good, it gave her a place to start, or at the very least give her records or mail diversions to look for.

[Assistant]
Bella Dona

Bella smirked as Corvi was reminded of her Taipan when he talked of cutting off the snake's head. She was glad that Cosa Nostra was getting targeted first, it will make her businesses easier to run.
"Don't forget I have eyes and ears not just in our nightclubs and casinos but in theirs too."  Bella had her own hand in the game when it came to the business of vices. Not as much as Ulric Drogato of course, but it was a benefit that helped out the family.

As Ivy talked and marked the map for various businesses and hideouts the Nostra owned, Bella was reminded of the cautious feeling she had towards Ivy. She used to be the wife of Ulric after all, and although her loyalties lies within the East Canaglia now, it didn't shake off the feeling of suspicion Bella had towards her. But if Corvi trusted her, Bella couldn't argue with his decisions. He's one of the main reasons why she escaped the clutches of The North Scharole Highrollers in the first place, so it only seemed right to place her faith in his decisions.

[User]
Tyler DeGarrio

Silence. There was finally silence amongst all the loud music and cursing in the streets below, but now there was silence. A silence that came with a price. In the morning there would be news of death. The tenants of the street below that caused the ruckus would be found dead, stuffed in a dumpster with no signs as to who did such a criminal act. Tyler slept peacefully that night, knowing that the silence would only be temporary before cops and investigators showed up to question anyone within the vicinity of the crime, just to make sure no one within the apartment building had anything to do with it. His peace that night was all he needed, and when the morning came he awoke with a soft smile on his face. The morning rays filtered into his penthouse apartment and illuminated the bedroom. He groaned as he rolled over. Thankfully there was no one beside him. He had been on a sort of binge of men. Having a new guy every other night had become a thing as of late, but Tyler wanted peace and quiet. The Godfather had called a meeting and he needed his rest.

He would always remember his ex, the man who died for him, at least that is what he thought. Andre had given him so much and here he was being a complete whore, but he supposed it was his way of grieving. Standing from the bed, he moved to the bathroom to take his shower and complete his morning routine. It was a lot that went into what people saw when he walked out of his house. He was always well manicured though he didn't mind getting his hands dirty. Tyler looked himself over in the mirror before deciding what best to wear to the meeting. A long elegant coat beyond its time and tight fitting pants with an equally revealing shirt that showed just enough but hid what was important.

Tyler smirked looking at the mirror. His androgynous ways didn't go unnoticed in the Canaglia Gang. No one dared voice any type of displeasure, because it meant dealing with his wrath, and it was a powerful wrath indeed. There was a reason Tyler was the go to when it came to certain things within the gang, and he would not allow his reputation to slip not even an inch. A spell circle appeared before him as he stepped through it. At the same time a circle appeared in the office where the meeting was being held. Tyler walked in just as Michael was giving out orders to who would do what.

Yes, Tyler was late, but this wouldn't be the first time he was late. The spell circle dimmed and shut down behind Tyler as he took his rightful seat and listened to Michael finish giving out assignments. Fortunately he was paired with competent members of the gang. Kennison and McDowel. Those were his partners for this little mission. They had to check on things and make sure that a group of newbie loan sharks new who ran the city, the only obstacle was that Michael didn't want them to ice anyone.

"Where's the fun in that?" Tyler commented with a sly smirk as Michael finished giving orders. He stood to his feet and nodded indicating he understood his orders and looked to Kennison and McDowel. Kennison had already affirmed to The Godfather that he could count on them, and he was right, they would get the job done regardless. As they left the room, Harvey proceeded to talk causing Tyler to look over in his direction. "I suppose so," he said, "anyone need a way there? Spell circles are fun to travel through."

At that moment Kennison informed them that he had the location and that they should be on their way.

"Fabulous," Tyler responded as he clasped his hands together and spoke in the old tongue. As he separated his hand, a spell circle appeared on the palm of his right hand, and when he thrust it forward the spell circle appeared on the wall. "After you gentlemen," he stated wanting to get this mission done and over with so he could have a little fun.

@SilverDawn

[Assistant]
Sera Angela Harrison -- The Songbird
There was an art to holding onto a man's arms while walking down a public street, one Sera had studied to mastership more than a decade ago. As a proper woman, she had to make sure not to step ahead of the man, to follow and not lead. Yet even in this scenario, where she was the guiding force, she used subtle little pulls and squeezes on his bicep to let him know the way they were supposed to go. This put her in the perfect position to feel the way his muscles grew tense, drawing her gaze down so she could see the way his fingers fisted at his side. The way his shoulders rose and fell when he forced a weighted breath. He wasn't very subtle.

She had heard a few of the stories about her newfound partner, at least the aftermath of his missions. Carnage was not exactly her type of thing, but to a certain extent it seemed to be his. She had only ever truly desired to spill blood once and after having done so she had no further urges beyond what might be assigned of her. For the right target, she could dispatch the threat with nothing but a few words, though that was not within her preference. She was here, ideally, to negotiate, to distract, to dazzle.

He had asked about her abilities? It was rather simple. "I tell people to do things, Mr. Ghirga and they listen. The weaker the mind or the more they are attracted to me, the easier it is to convince them to do the things I ask for. The situation varies drastically from one person to another, so I am never certain how effectively I can work, but I'll make do."

She studied him carefully from the corner of her eye, haughty but not challenging. "As long as you don't scare them too much or distract them."


[System]
Traveling Thief

Level 4

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-------STATISTICS-------

-------MASTERIES-------

| VIT -- 18 | 55% | BLADES -- D
(-5 Accuracy/-1 Might)

| MGT -- 3 | 35% | POLEARMS -- E
(-15 Accuracy/-0 Might)

| SKI -- 5 | 50% | AXES/BLUNT -- E
(-20 Accuracy/-0 Might)

| SPD -- 17 | 70% | BOWS/RANGED -- E
(-20 Accuracy/-2 Might)

| SRT -- 3 | 30% | THEURGY -- D
(-10 Accuracy/-1 Might)

| MND -- 1 | 20% | MYSTICISM -- N/A
| LUK -- 5 | 40% |
| DEF -- 2 | 25% |
Secondary Statistics

ACC -- ??
AVO -- ??
WGT -- ??
RES -- ??
CRT -- ??
MVT -- 6+2

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Traits:

Locksmith: Can open non-magically sealed doors and chests without the required item.
Celerity: Movement +2.

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EQUIPMENT
* Bronze Long Knife

	+ MIGHT | 2
	+ ACCURACY | 90
	+ WEIGHT | 1
	+ CONDITION | 20/20
	+ RANGE | 1
	+ SPECIAL | Cannot be used while mounted, Halved affect against armor equal to or greater than its grade.
	+ COST | 60

* Bronze Throwing Knife

	+ MIGHT | 2
	+ ACCURACY | 75
	+ WEIGHT | 1
	+ CONDITION | 10/10
	+ RANGE | 1-2
	+ SPECIAL | Doubles as a ranged attack
	+ COST | 45

* Bronze Leather & Hide

	+ DEFENSE | 2
	+ CONDITION | 25
	+ WEIGHT | 3
	+ SPECIAL | N/A
	+ COST | 125

Possessions:
* One spare copper long knife
* Two spare copper throwing knives

Personality
Selfish and single-minded for the most part. He wants to see as much of the world and take as much as he can. Despite that, he gets along well with others. He will share what he finds willingly if he finds entertainment in doing so, but if something grabs his attention he will drop what he has and chase after it.

Backstory
Makeen's parents were part of a traveling merchant guild. He would travel with them seeing many amazing things. At the age of 14 he witnessed his parent's murder at the hands of their guild mates. He overheard that they planed on stealing the rare items his parents had acquired and to sell him to slavers. In despair and fear Makeen hid and ran away in the dead off night. With no where to go, he traveled between cities, stealing and sneaking his way around. In time he joined a band of sell swords who's goals lined up with his.

[User]
After getting a good look at the battlefield, Siris was surprised to notice that between the efforts of himself and his allies the creatures had already been completely defeated.

Siris: Huh, this was even easier than expected.

While Siris's self confidence increased even more than it originally was, he heard what sounded like a man yelling. It was coming from one of the corridores, but after he saw some of his allies go towards the noise he figured there was no reason to bother himself going to check it out as well.

Seeing a staircase nearby, Siris begins to curiously walk towards it.

Siris moves 1 tile to 25-11

[Assistant]
This was a crucial moment for Etor. Depending on what his next actions and words were the rest of his life would be altered forever. The whole mission had culminated to this single moment and now that it had arrived Etor was not one to shy away from destiny.

Etor: "Ood Job too Lyun!"

Etor had flashed the stoic mammoth of a man a wide earnest smile. He quickly killed the smile and shuffled past Lyun into the ruins. Lingering in the moment would only cheapen it so Etor got back to the objective at hand. He didn't progress much farther into the temple when he heard the faint yells of a man and saw Siris investigating some stairs.

Etor: "So much going on in here."

Etor moves 6 tiles to 25-14

[User]
The brute keeps walking without much pause after the earlier kill. He gives Etor a nod in passing, marking the end of their interaction. Encouragement without snark is a rare commodity in the world of mercenaries and, despite not being talkative, Lyun has never believed tough love to truly work. The kid did his part and that is plenty.

Despite his companions easing up as most creatures lay in a pool of their own blood, he remains focused. His faster allies probably won't need his help. With nothing else going on, however, "probably" isn't good enough for him.

Lyun moves six tiles to 24-13, just past the pile of Yeek corpses.

[Assistant]
Iddin breathes deeply, bringing himself to the end of his incantation. Truly, it is a grand experience to ascend into such a higher state of being where he can feel at one with the greatest god. However, the servile world of man sadly requires focus of its own. The last of his bizarre ritual's effects still linger in the air. Iddin carefully prances around the dead Yeeks, making sure not to stain his robes with their blood. The priest contorts quickly, creating a brief whistle, and calls to his companions.

Iddin: "My allies! Bring your weary bodies, worn by fighting, to my side. I will bring you peace with the grace of Zuzu. Come and let not cruel wounds do what your foes could not."

Iddin moves six tiles to 24-12, passively casting Inspiration.

[User]
Zarif

A job well done, or perhaps not. Just as he began to put down his bow, he spotted something. Though the bulk of the fell-beasties lay defeated at their feet, out of the corner of his eye, Zarif could see one last creature turn the corner down the hall.

Zarif: "Hail, Ma-keen! Be careful, another lays in wait ahead!"
He shouts, pointing at the corner the Yeek had just rounded.

Not one to leave a job unfinished, Zarif kicked Salador into action, flying down the crumbling ancient hallway in a few bounds, bow drawn and at the ready. He stops right in front of the barred door. Hearing the withered voice, he looks into the room from Salador's back.

Zarif: "I know you not, but its seems to be your lucky day friend. Who... ah I see. You're one of Shůlaar's band, aren't you?"
He exclaims, giving a smile before glancing at the corner, getting ready for an attack.

Zarif rides 10 tiles to 13-11, right in front of the door

[Assistant]
The hall was bloody and all that was left to do was plunder everything this place had to offer. But, not quite yet... Down the hall, an ugly figure darted around the corner. Zarif shouted a word of warning and took off. Makeen wanted to followed suit. Not for any desire to continue fighting. No, in his experience people typically run and hide in places where they store items of great value. And if something has value, Makeen will gladly offer his appraisal.

Before he could take a step, their brave leader approached him and handed him a time with elaborate characters. Perfect, this place was already presenting him it's treasures.

Makeen gave his thanks and turned back towards the hall. With a gleam in his eye and a twitch of his fingers, Makeen rushed forward after Zarif.

Makeen moves eight tiles to 16-11.


[System]
Oskar The Undying
Age: Mid-thirties

Appearance:
Oskar is an imposing man, standing 6' 3". He weighs 224 Pounds, and was once called "Oskar the Mountain." That stopped after he cut out the tongue of the man who created the nickname.

Bio: Oskar first memory is wandering aimlessly through the Nordic Countryside. He accidentally befriended a band of Viking Raiders. They taught him how to fight, how to raid. They raided together for many years, until Oskar had his head lopped off in battle and they saw it reform. They burned him alive and it took him almost a year to reform from the ashes. He tracked down and killed all of his former comrades, taking the name "Oskar the Undying"

Since then, he's roamed the Earth, looking for war wherever he can find it. It is said that not only did he fight on both sides of WWI, charging across No Man's Land with axes in hand, he also may have had a hand in the assassination of Ferdinand which started the war. He's slaughtered rebels, then immediately helped overthrow the Government that bid him to do so. He looks only for blood. He's always found it.

Personality: Oskar can be a jovial when he wishes to be. He has been known to not hold his liquor very well, and has caused a number of bar fights. He is kind and welcoming to those he considers friends, but considers everyone else a bitter enemy. Then, he might brain a friend for insulting him and befriend an old enemy. He has no consistency, and is all the more dangerous because of it.

Possessions:
* 3 Ice Vestis Crystals
* Two one-handed axes (Ice Vestis Powered)
* A multitude of fur cloaks and leather jerkins and breeches.
* An outstanding fortune
* A massive Mansion In Seattle

Skills: Oskar is a deadly warrior, skilled with swords and spears, guns and explosives. He's spent his whole life perfecting the art of war making, and he's quite skilled with tactics. That being said, no one can call Oskar "book smart." He reads at about a fourth grade level.

Fast facts: Oskar has an thirst almost as undying as himself, he likes to stay in a state of perpetual inebriation. Oskar currently lives in a large mansion, bought from the spoils of war. He wears traditional Nordic furs and leathers. It is possible the IBI knows about him, but is unable to act due to his use to several countries as a soldier.

[User]
Evelyn

Evelyn had just stepped out of a shower, deciding to let her body dry naturally as she walked around her apartment. It was plain and simple, not much decoration to it. Admittedly, there were very few nights she actually slept here, as opposed to in the bed of some stranger. She sat down in an armchair, one of the few pieces of furniture in the building. She let out a sigh, rolling her neck a little. She hadn't managed to find a companion for last night, the club she usually picked people up from being closed, and the bar being dead quiet. It left her feeling... empty. In both a literal and metaphorical sense. A psychologist could probably pick apart her habits and label her with any number of conditions. That was why she had never visited one. She was happy with her life. And she was doing good in the world, or at least from her point of view. She gave pleasure to many, and in return she got pleasure herself. There was a knock at the door, rousing Evelyn from her thoughts. She walked over and opened it up, staring at the postman with eyes that revealed nothing. He gaped a little as he saw what she was wearing, or rather, what she wasn't, as he held out the small letter. She opened it and read it quickly, paying no attention to the drooling postman.
'Oskar the Undying? What a silly name. Well, I guess I'll have to take a business trip,' She mused, before turning away and walking inside, leaving the door open.
"Aren't you coming in?" She called over her shoulder, grinning when she heard the slam of the door and the sound of clothes being removed.

[Assistant]
Lena

It was the middle of the night. The streets were quiet and illuminated only at every street corner with flickering lamps. In a city like this, most would cower in their homes or set curfew for their kids with the hope of preventing muggings and other petty crimes. These were the hours in which a certain powerful immortal is most awake.

Lena was not afraid, not with a mace swinging at her side, guns strapped to her back and leg, and the ability to burn things with a flick of the wrist. The sight of her, wearing all black and staying in the shadows, could chill anyone to the bone. That is, if they didn't notice the bag of Chinese takeout dangling from her fist. That, and she was bobbing her head to some kind of upbeat music, loud enough to be heard by someone ten feet away, but indiscernible. She disappeared into the doorway of an apartment building, leaving the street empty and quiet again.

A loud bang reverberated through the apartment as Lena kicked her way through the door, leaving an even deeper dent in the wall. It was nearly pitch black, forcing her to flip the light switch before proceeding into the kitchen. The aroma of Chinese food filled the air almost as soon as the box was opened, and Lena's mouth watered with hunger. Just as she was about to sit down, an envelope fell off the counter onto her lap. That was the only piece of mail she found in her mailbox that morning. It was from no one she recognized, which prompted her to abandon it as she went about her daily business. Now that she had time, Lena ripped the top open and pulled out the written note.

"What the fuck?" After scanning it through twice and fully reading it once, Lena tossed it in the shredder with a frown. "What kind of stupid ass name is 'Oskar the Undying'?"

Of course, she was packed and ready to go the next morning.

[User]
Alex

Alex sat on the plane, smacking the letter from Oskar on her palm absent-mindedly. It'd taken some work to convince her manager to let her leave New York, but she felt this was well worth it. Besides... her career was pretty much over with anyway. They would just call this an extended break that would soon turn into a permanent break. Simple, really.

Besides, if she didn't go on this, she wouldn't be an idol much longer regardless. Oskar's letter was essentially her career's death sentence, not that she minded.

She was dressed casually, as casually as a former star could. Her dress was the street style of South Korea, kahki skinny jeans, a loose fitting v-neck grey sweater, and red sneakers. She sighed as the woman near her seat stared at her. Because a female with a typical male style of dress was so odd. Alex rolled her eyes and decided it was in her best interest to stare out of the airplane's window. She'd requested the window seat and enjoyed watching the ground below them fly by. It wasn't often that she felt like a small insignificant thing.

She lifted her hand to run it through her short, thin brown hair. What did "Oskar The Undying" want with her anyway? And what was with the name? He still went with that?

Let's just tell the entire world that I'm an Immortal. No biggie.

Not to mention Mr. Obvious is the one threatening to reveal me.

Alex chuckled, a short huff of a laugh, more like a snort than anything. She let out a short breath and closed her eyes, wishing she had the ability to teleport rather than live a really really long time. She wasn't really the most patient of sorts even though she really should be. She also wasn't one for keeping herself armed besides the small knife hidden in her bag. She'd lived long enough to know how to get away with a few things, after all. Which made it all the harder to keep herself from punching the woman next to her's face in.

"Stop staring at me, lousy bitch." She barked at the woman, fed up with her glances and mumbling. "I'm right fucking next to you and can hear every damn word you say so you don't need to whisper."

The elder woman recoiled in fear before her expression turned into that of hatred. Without another word, the woman raised her hand and called one of the hostess over.

"I'd like to be moved to another seat. This young woman is incredibly rude." She explained, holding her nose out like Alex stank.

Alex snorted once again, bursting out into laughter. Everyone on the plane turned to look at the commotion and the hostess gave her a strange look.

"I think that's my line, lady." Alex began, shaking her head and rolling her eyes. She turned to look at the hostess, "Excuse me, miss..." Alex glanced at the name tag, "Colwell... My name is Alexandra Walters, grand-daughter of Gregory Walters. I'd like to request to be moved to first class. Preferably in a seat by myself. It seems I can't trust strangers to be respectful and kind anymore."

The hostess bowed and walked on to find a new seat for Alex and as she did, Alex turned to look at the woman, a smirk on her face. "Yeah, watch who you mess with, bitch. Have fun in 3rd class." She told her as the hostess came back to retrieve Alex who spent the rest of the ride in peace.

That is... until they touched down. While Alex was walking around, looking for Oskar who she could only assume would look horribly out of place in an airport, she was approached by a rather large man who stopped in front of her and stared down.

Alex stopped, staring at the man's chest before slowly looking up at his face, her brow raised at him. "Can I help you?" She asked, her brow still raised.

"Apologize." He grunted.

Obviously he's more brawn than brain...

"As I've just met you, I don't think I have anything to apologize for." Alex responded, stepping to the side. Behind the large man was the older woman from before who now had her arms crossed. Alex raised a brow yet again and glanced from man to woman. She pointed to the woman and looked up at the man. "She yours?" Alex asked, prompting a glare from the man.

"Apologize." He grunted again. Alex snorted once again and smiled at him.

"Make me, Tiny." She told him, stepping up to him, her chest barely inches away from him, her glare staring daggers into his. "I know about 50 different ways I could paralysis you right now and then what would you be? A hunk of meat with no brain. You wouldn't want that would you, Tiny?" She whispered, smirking at him.

She hadn't expected the dumbass to actually hit her until she felt the slap and her body suddenly falling back as she flew across the large hall and into something soft. She blinked, looking up to see a rather large scandinavian man. "Oh... Hi Oskar." She greeted him, making quick waving motions. She looked down to see the woman's son (I mean, what else could he have been? Her boyfriend? Heh, fat chance... Literally... fat chance. Woman probably weighs like 300.) who was staring at Oskar who was more than likely staring back.

As usual, friends were nice.

[Assistant]
Just when Oskar thought his day couldn't get better, he encountered an old friend. He roared with hearty laughter as he remembered her. Yes, the one now called Alex was the same girl who he once thought all those years ago. He had wondered where she had gone.

"Chae-Seon?" He threw his head back and laughed until he began to tear up. He suddenly noticed the large man glaring at him. The one who had slapped Alex into him. He picked Alex up and set her aside. He strode towards the man. "This man troubles you? I will deal with him."

He launched his right arm forwards and grabbed the man by the arm. He yanked to the side once his forearm was tightly in his grasp, dislocating it with a pop. The man dropped to his knees and clamped a hand onto his useless shoulder, mouth open in a silent scream. Oskar spun and drove his heel into the man's jaw. He dropped like a sack of flour.

He turned back to Alex with a broad smile, ignoring the older woman's horrified stare.

"We have much to speak of, Seon. Or should I call you Alex now?"

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Otto

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Otto sighed. It seemed as though he had a better chance of being exposed by Oskar's idiotic frivolity than whatever proof he may have Otto's immortality. He strode through the crowd. The man who had slapped the younger immortal was struggling. He sighed once more and walked past the final line of people to face the wounded man.

"So, now you know not to hit women. He jerked his head behind him, gesturing to Oskar. "Or else you'll get beat up by a crazy Nordic Man-Bear."

He stood and spun on his heel, coming face-to-face with Oskar.

"And you! You imbecile! Otto was seething. "Oskar, I ask for once that you at least try to be subtle. Not all of us have the Bureau in our pocket."


[System]
Age: 18
Appearance:

Years in the Academy: 4

Powers/Abilities: Mark has bonded with a strange sort of cybernetic symbiote. It allows him to manifest a suit of armor over his body, and convert his body parts into different weapons and tools. The trick, however, is that he needs to understand precisely how the augmentation is supposed to look and function, otherwise it contorts his body into rather painful forms. Fortunately, the symbiote seems to have a number of preset forms it has presented to Mark, giving him something to work with while he sorts out working his armor. Current presets include:
Converting his arm into a Pulse Canon
Ejecting "whip swords" from his wrists
Back mounted Jetpack

Bio: Born and raised in a small town in Indiana, Mark Westbrook took a serious interest in engineering at an early age. Wanting to use his talents to help people, he attempted to apply to the Avengers Academy at the age of 12. Unfortunately, his parents didn't think he was cut out for it, and didn't let him send his application. Not one to give up so easily, Mark instead started looking into opportunities to learn more advanced engineering from Stark Industries.

While walking home from school at the age of 14, taking a roundabout route, he encountered a crashed armored truck. Not realizing the truck belonged to S.H.I.E.L.D., Mark ran over to try to help. While attempting to pull out the passengers, he made contact with a strange liquid that began to fuse with his body painfully. He passed out on the road, was found by a passing police officer, and brought home.

Over the course of the week, Mark tried t hide the strange metallic appendages altering his body, but of course was found by a Shield recovery team. He learned from them that the metal liquid was some sort of mechanical symbiote they found in a crashed alien ship. When it was determined that the symbiote had permanently bonded to him, and was offered a choice. He could either be placed under constant supervision by Shield, or be enrolled into Avengers Academy. Mark chose the latter.

After several.... painful incidents with his symbiote, he managed to learn about the presets in the memories of the symbiote. Finally able to make some progress, he quickly rose into the Advanced Training Program.

Family/Relationships?: friends and family, romantic interests, etc. optional!

Personality: Mark has the distinct disadvantage of being particularly shy. He doesn't tend to try to stand out too much, and is very quiet around people he doesn't know well. He only really interacts with people he knows particularly well, and even then doesn't say much. Of course, that's when he isn't talking about engineering. Mark is incredibly passionate about engineering, and can go on for longer then most would listen about it.

However, when Mark manifests his armor, which he has named Euclid, its like he steps into a second personality too. He suddenly becomes more confident, and far less hesitant. He isn't sure if this is part of the symbiote, or if he just feels more comfortable with his powers active.

Other: Mark has begun applying his lessons on engineering to symbiote, and works on thinking of new tools and weapons he can manifest.

[User]
James watched the rocket fly upwards in the air, and then back down towards a group of people. He was about to run after it until a student in a suit caught it with some wires, holding on to the rocket as it tried its best to shake free. He knew who the kid was. Mark had been in the Advanced Training Program with him last year, and although he was a quiet, he was passionate on his projects and helping people. Then a new anchor appeared almost out of nowhere, with a large voice of annoyance. James shifted his gaze towards Nao. Nao was a mystery to James still. He knew that Mr. Stark wouldn't bring anyone with ill intentions to the academy, but the style of magic Nao used made James uneasy, and hard to fully trust.

James looked back at the young boy who he had protected earlier. "You alright?" James asked him sincerely, noticing his shaking and paleness. He had never seen this person before, but something told him that although he was young, he had a lot to show everyone. "Everything's alright. We got this under control--"

A blur ran by the two, and it only took a second to realize that Charlotte Rhodes ran through the crowd and attached herself to the rocket. James frowned when she said that it was going to blow. He wasn't much of a mechanical guy, but he would take her word for it. "Charlotte! Find its circuit board or whatever controls it, and aim it towards the door! Mark, Nao, when I say, let go, and she'll do her best to control it outside! Once outside, rip the circuits out, and let go! Anyone willing and able, once the thing explodes make sure no debris hits anyone!"

James rushed through the crowd that was now either evacuating or trying to help. He once again raised his shield, but at the end of it a dark red energy force came to life. Not only was the shield made of a vibranium-steel alloy, this one had the ability to slice through almost anything like butter... And it split in two

He didn't know what was in this rocket, if it really could explode, or if it was just something a kid made for a prank, but he wasn't going to find any of that stuff out the hard way. He split his shield in two, swinging the blade towards the door frame that held the two doors together, and then with one big kick, sent the piece of metal flying. Putting the two pieces back together, James stood in a defensive position just outside the now large opening.

"Alright... Go!" as soon as the two let go the rocket and Charlotte came hurdling towards the door. Aiming his shield yet again, the rocket made contact with his shield with a Ting! and shooting it more upwards. He prayed that Charlotte had time to do what she had to, and soon enough she let go of the rocket.

James didn't know if the parts that were coming towards Charlotte would allow flight just yet, but he had his hopes, but she was too close to the thing to get out of there safely! "Catch!" James yelled to her, throwing his shield as a disk towards her.

The explosions wasn't the biggest thing, but it was impressive as hundreds of metal scraps erupted everywhere. The rocket was small enough to only produce debris as large as tennis balls, but they would still injure and hurt a lot.

A piece of metal made contact with Jame's cheek, and he gasped in pain and shock as he turned and crouched with his back away from the explosion. Once he thought it was safe he stood and looked around. He could feel the large amounts of cuts and scrapes that made contact with his back, and cheek, but he knew that they were already healing...

A crowd was already here to start with cleanup, and the Academy security burst into action, scanning the area for any serious injuries. Hopefully there wouldn't be.

What a way to start the semester.

[Assistant]
Will nodded, still not really sure what was going on. It all happened so fast, and he hadn't really processed it. It was clear that he had a long way to go to being one of the Next Avengers. Actually, he had no idea why they put a kid like him in the program. Sure, he had superhuman powers, but he couldn't be a hero... or at least he thought he couldn't.

"Uh... I'm okay, thanks." He said, hiding his uncertainty behind a convincing forced smile. He took a step back, his hands in the pockets of his gray jacket. He bit into the inside of his cheek, trying to keep himself from asking the questions he wanted to ask, like what the hell just happened?

He squirmed slightly in discomfort, realizing he still had to find a bathroom quick. Problem was, he didn't know his way around the campus at all. And there was no way in hell he was going to ask for help. "Well, thanks for saving me." He said, turning on his heel and starting to wlak out of the cafeteria.

[User]
Charlotte may have exaggerated about the rocket being explosive, but there was no way to tell without opening it up. She didn't exactly have the time to piece it apart and see what kind of hardware it was packing, but she was going to assume the worst of it and refused to take chances on the people here.

"COR, get the rest of the suit!" She commanded rather loudly. The repulsors on her hands were already primed and ready, the elbow thrusters and shoulder thrusters were keeping her steady. However, the rocket had launched forward, with the star spangled spartan taking charge and initiative.

She knew the plan, and she hoped to god that the rest of her suit would be arriving before her body met the pavement in a pretty serious way. It took all of her strength to hold onto the rocket to guide it, but somehow they were able to pull it off. Still, her suit wasn't here, but Charlotte was keeping count and taking breaths.

Both she and the rocket were taken outside, almost hitting so many walls as they went around, but Charlotte was being super extra careful to not make it explode. Once outside, she aimed the thruster down to the ground, shooting both herself and the rocket up. She could hear the rest of her armor flying in, and once she was sure it was going straight up, she let go of the rocket and let herself fall to the ground.

Her armor swallowed her whole, right in the middle of the air. Before she had much time to register much else, there James was again, calling out to her.

"Catch!"

Part of his shield had flown up into her arms. She caught it with a bit of force, and swung it around to protect herself from the falling debris of the rocket, not that her armor wasn't protecting her anyway. One arm held onto the shield, the other, repulsor ready, had moved up and started to fire at as much debris as she could. The suit itself locked onto as many falling pieces as it could, and helped Charlotte fire away, hopefully keeping people from getting hit.

She hovered down soon after, hitting the ground as softly as a suit of armor could. She had to admit, though. Her rifle in one hand, a shield in another, it wasn't a bad tactic that she could suggest to James later on. If he could split his shield like that more often, they could all get to working off of one another and keeping sharp.

"I think this is yours?" Though it wasn't seen, Charlotte smiled at James, tossing his shield back to him. She wondered who had started the rocket in the first place. The academy was no stranger to strangeness, but this was a little much to secure everyone's first day jitters.

[Assistant]
Annabelle scratched her forearm, looking up at the marvelous architecture of the hall of heroes as Vix responded. Even if you didn't like the decor, you'd have to admit it was soundly built. It had to be what with the academy being such a hotspot for villain attacks. Annabelle always wondered how the academy would fare against an infiltration, after all with the dozens of applicants each year how would the academy be able to spot every villain masquerading as a hero just to get in to the academy?

"Excited is an overstatement. I can't wait to get in on the real action, stuff gets boring around here quick." To the new student or outsider the academy would seem to be a dream school, with excitement every day and some of the best teachers on the face of the earth. But after 4 years of seeing events like the current rocket one she began to get bored with them. What she wanted most of all was to make a name for herself as a hero, and actually start helping people. Before she could get lost in her thoughts Vix began projecting the situation at the cafeteria in front of them.

"Hm? Oh, Roger is such a boyscout" She sighed "As unhero-like as it is I prefer bad boys. Or girls for that matter." She said, staring into the hologram as if it was as normal as going to the cinema. "I dunno, this all seems kind of high octane for the first day. I just want to get classes over and done with for the day, settle in a little bit you know?"

[User]
Juice

[Location: Hall of Heroes]

Vix was watching as the boy scout, how Annabelle nicknamed him, was giving out orders on how to handle the situation. She studied how the other people followed his lead. The rocket soon flying out the room and with that out the picture of who ever was streaming it. She listened to the inhuman words, adding a few new observation to the file about her. She wanted action, to be a hero.
Vix wasnt sure if she wanted action. She came here to fix herself. Once fixed she could be a hero... Does she want that? Even if she was build for it, she was build to be a daughter as well... if she was not efficient enough if she couldnt get fixed. Couldnt learn to control her powers...Than what? Not be a hero? She didnt share any of her thinking process. Instead she pushed it far away behind the more logical parts of herself.

"I get what you mean." Vix commented about the settle in part. In truth that was one of the phrases that she didnt understood. It was simpler to confirm then question it. It was simple strange, and it reminded her of bird behaviour of making nest. A fresh clip played from how the rocket exploded outside. It didnt look like anyone got anything more serious.

She blinked and the projection stopped, her eyes returning to their normal brown color. It was hard to pick the next sentence for Vix.
"Having a preference is a good assistance to find the one. For the record, bad guys/girl and rule breakers in general are known to have a specific appeal. I myself have not decided what are mine preferences yet." Vix stretched her arms, shifting her position slightly.
"But for today I am more interested in who will be our teachers."

[Assistant]
Mark continued pulling back as hard as he could. Until someone else gave him a hand, he was the only thing keeping this thing from slamming into someone. Suddenly, he saw black tendrils shoot out of another student's fingers. "Thank you!" He called out. Now that he had help, he didn't have to pull back as hard, and could start to work out a plan. But before he could get much of an idea, a sudden thud into the rocket jerked him around for a moment. When he looked back at it, he saw Charlotte suddenly riding the rocket with about half of her armor on. If his eyes hadn't been replaced with the red optic sensor in the center of his "helmet", Mark would have blinked a few times in surprise.

When James started calling out a strategy, Mark was surprised. Not that James was taking charge, but that he actually knew his name. Still at least somebody had a plan. He slowly positioned himself with Nao so that the rocket would go flying out the door towards James. Mark looked at Charlotte, and simply said, "Good luck. Don't let go." With that, he released his whips, allowing the rocket to take off. The moment the doorway was clear, he flew out through it. As he flew, he felt a strange scratching sensation at his wrists, as his whips retracted.

Mark arrived outside just in time to see the shrapnel start to rain. "Euclid, give me targeting solutions," he called out. As he saw little reticles focus around the larger debris, his right arm shifted into his pulse canon. The liquid metal twisted his arm into a cylindrical looking gun with glowing energy contained in little orbs. He managed to take out about 5 larger metal shards before they began to impact the ground. Euclid's armor naturally protected him against those that did hit him.

Mark softly landed, and Euclid drained away from his body, returning to its inactive state. "Everyone alright? That wasn't really day one material. Where did that even come from?"


[System]
~Lady Victoria Moncourier-Crest~

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Age: 20
Gender: Female

Bio:
The daughter of Lord Alexander and Lady Diana Crest, Victoria was born with a rare blood condition called Haemochromotosis, basically where you have more iron in your blood than normal. It's linked with early dementia, but people rarely lived past the age of 60 in Victorian era. This makes her blood smell much, much stronger. And a prime target for vampires.

Her upbringing was privileged being from a family of vast wealth, Victoria wanted for nothing. She had all the ponies and horses she could want, this created her affinity and love for all animals and nature through horse riding and caring for them. When she was twelve, she fell from a horse and grazed her elbows. Her strong blood caught the scent of a nearby vampire. This triggered an attack later that evening as it tracked her back home. As the vampire was about to savage her in her own bed, her father burst in armed with a sword, gun, a cross and a stake (whether stakes actually worked is still a myth) and killed the vampire, this is when she learned they did exist, but she was made to keep it secret. It turned out her father was a secret Vampire Hunter! He knew he himself was a target, having the rare blood condition himself, so did her mother, this was only passed down genetically from both parents. He had to become a vampire hunter to protect himself, his wife and his future children. He guarded her religiously until recently he was killed by a vampire due to his ageing body and weaker ability to dispatch them. They never caught his murderer.

6 months later, Victoria has reached that age where she was expected to have a husband. It was ever more precedent now that the Lord of the House had been killed, there needed to be a new head of the family, with Victoria being the only daughter and no male brothers or cousins to assume the role, it fell to Victoria's future husband. Lord Christopher Spencer was chosen as a suitable candidate for her. And this is where our story begins, at the ball held at the Crest manor estate where she would meet her selected betrothed. Only there was something strangely off about this Lord…

[User]
She was surprised he hadn't been with a woman in such a long time. It all made sense to her now. A vampire's priority was to prolong their already long life rather than to procreate and pass on their DNA like humans had a natural base instinct to. Not that it was a priority for Victoria, as she had never really thought about having children or even the real need to. She was content enough with her life before the dangers to take up motherly duties. Now with the impending war with the Wynters and The Order, she was in very real danger. It wasn't safe for her to bring a child into the world. Then again, if it were Vail's child. It would be half vampire…and a Hygrace.

She pulled back and blinked at Vail a couple of times. "They…can?" She sounded shocked at being told vampires and humans could breed together. She supposed they were not that different anatomically. "I didn't know…" She backed away slightly. Her mother could have saved her from any risk by telling her that it could happen, then perhaps she wouldn't have been so eager to seduce the man. All she saw was someone to connect to on a physical level, not to procreate with so soon. This was why usually couples were married before they had sex so that when the woman ended up pregnant, it wasn't looked at as scandalous. But if Victoria were to become pregnant accidentally, there would be more than human gossip to worry about. Vail's father would be even more furious, despite Vail being the only son he had to give him grandchildren. He may not accept a half breed into his family. It was worrisome to think about.

She sighed. "Then I could already be pregnant. It's too late to tell me now." As it took four to six weeks before a woman got the symptoms of morning sickness and lateness to her periods, Victoria was just about on that timescale since their night at The Shire. She figured she wouldn't have her usual period after her blood drain, there wouldn't be anything left to produce more blood, her body would conserve it. Not to mention her recent stress, which also affected a woman's cycle. She felt so stupid, not thinking about this risk before. She looked at Vail with a hint of worry. What if she was already? What would they do? How would they cope? "I….never really thought about having children anytime soon, however it wouldn't be the end of the world if I did. But I suppose this new information does change things…" She sighed slightly. Not that she wouldn't want to have his child, but they weren't exactly approved of as a couple and wouldn't even have their marriage sanctioned.

Victoria gazed into Vail's eyes sadly, her blue pearls twinkling in the soft candlelight. "And what about you Vail…? Would you be alright with it if I did become pregnant? Your father hates me enough as it is, I cannot see him allowing you to have a child with me..." She reminded him of the obvious, but would Vail see it that way – a child would be an unnecessary burden upon his family. Or it could be the thing that united them depending on circumstance. She just didn't want to end up as a single mother with Vail visiting her and their child once a month and being married off to another female vampire. Or even worse, ignored completely and cast aside with her bastard half breed child and kept a secret from every other Hygrace there was. At least if they decided not to sleep together anymore, Vail wasn't a man hell bent on sexual desire and could easily live without it.

[Assistant]
Vail nodded his confirmation when Victoria questioned him in surprise. He had been just as unprepared when Peter had told him that vampires and humans could reproduce together a few days ago. It was something he wished they had known earlier, especially when they had already slept together twice without any thought of the possibility that their actions could bring a new life into the world. He didn't regret taking the plunge from predator and prey to lovers, but as one who preferred to have all the information he needed to make an informed decision before acting, it had been shocking to find out belatedly that they might face an unexpected consequence because of what they had done.

It was also true that it was too late to tell her when she may have already become pregnant. The thought made him feel woozy. He didn't know if human women experienced pregnancy the same way his kind did, but he was aware that it took time before symptoms appeared in both of their species. The prospect of having children of his own had never crossed his mind since he hadn't planned to take a wife until he took over as the next head of the Hygraces and needed to name a successor. Even when he had been young and experimental, it hadn't been difficult to avoid the narrow window of time in which a vampire could be impregnated. If he and a female immortal had wanted to be intimate, they could tell by the strength of her pheromones if she was fertile or not. According to his father, though, mortal women were fecund far more often than their undying counterparts.

When Victoria asked if the risk changed anything for him, Vail remained quiet. There was a lot to consider. First and foremost, she was right that his father would never approve if they conceived a child together. He hadn't heard of another instance in which a human and a vampire had offspring—it was why he had assumed it was impossible—but now, he wondered if there were none because the clans refused to accept half breeds among their ranks. As long as the Order was hunting them down so viciously, it was nearly impossible for a vampire to survive without the protection of their family too. Any children they had would be cast aside as anathemas, and if he chose to side with them, it was likely that he would be exiled as well. It wasn't exactly an appealing future.

And then there was the matter of what would happen to Lady Crest. Even if she wanted nothing to do with Lord Spencer, the fact remained that she was still engaged to marry him. If word got out that she was pregnant with another man's child—and a Wynters' rival, no less—he couldn't imagine that the other vampire would just stand by without taking out his anger on her. They would have to flee London to protect her from his wrath. Going it alone would be their only option. No matter how he looked at it, their already difficult lives would just become even more dangerous if they had a child now.

"That's… hard to answer," he finally spoke as he mulled over the dilemma in his head. "If you became pregnant, I can't think of a way it would end well for us. As you said, my father would never approve of any children we may have. I would probably have to forfeit my inheritance, and we would have to be on our own…" He sighed. "But, I still want to be with you, and this is a risk that isn't going to disappear by itself. I may not be as sexually driven as a human man, but I still love you." He wrapped his arms around her to close the distance she had formed when she'd pulled away. "I don't to spend whatever time we have left keeping you at an arm's length because of something that might happen. I understand if this is a fire you don't want to play with, but if you still want to be with me, then I'm willing to move forward… We'll just have to be a little more careful from now on." He offered her a half smile. "No matter what, I'm not going to leave you, Victoria. I'll do whatever I can to be there for you because you're mine."

[User]
Vail had a point. It only might just happen. However, if it did then they would be at a disadvantage the rest of their lives, and as he put it, very alone. Their child would suffer. It just wasn't worth that risk. Not until they were sure their union was approved by both families. A half breed would not be accepted right now. Perhaps if they were married, it would in time? Victoria had a good grasp of human anatomy enough to work out her fertility cycle. She was supposed to be in the middle of it right now, but she had also missed her last period, which she thought was due to the blood drain. If she were pregnant upon their first encounter at the inn, surely the foetus would not have survived her ordeal. Her body would be too weak to carry it. She knew her mother had a few miscarriages before Victoria was born. It was a precarious thing, carrying life. However, she could fall pregnant now she was better.

At the mention that Vail wasn't as sexually driven as mortal men, and it made sense that the drive to procreate quickly wasn't as vital to a vampire. Although, it may ought to be if their numbers were indeed dwindling. She didn't care if he wasn't interested in intimacy or not, but she was rather enjoying their amorous activities. It had been the first time she'd felt alive. She smiled warmly as he confessed his love for her again and leaned on his chest when he wrapped his arm around her. A soft sigh escaped her lips. It was still nice to cuddle. She noted he did not wish to keep her at arm's length for fear she might fall pregnant. That meant he didn't not want to be intimate ever again with her, which made her heart swell.

They would have to be careful, she nodded in agreement at that. She looked up into the lad's eyes when he declared he would not leave her. Whatever happens, he would be there. And that is all she could truly ask of him. Even if they were unfortunate to birth a child together and be shunned forever. At least they would have each other. Adoption certainly would not be an option. No vampire would take it, no human would want to raise a predator. The Order would destroy it as an abomination that went against everything they stood for. Their only choice would be to flee. It was not worth risking right now. So intercourse would be off the table now she knew the full details. Hopefully Vail would be able to sense her pheromones to know when she was in her fertile window.

She loved the feeling that Vail had a certain possessiveness over her. It made her feel giddy inside. Her smile transformed into a grin after she pecked his cheek sweetly in admiration for his promise. "You know...there are other ways to be intimate…" She teased as she leaned in to kiss him.

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They both dried off with their towels and Victoria wrapped her hair in another smaller towel like a turban with strands of brunette curls peaking out along her face. She smiled at Vail with pink flushed cheeks. "You know, for a man who claims to have not been with a woman in a century…you certainly know what you are doing." She winked playfully. She fastened the towel around her torso and approached him slowly, sliding her hands up along his bare biceps. "When will we see each other again?" She asked as she heard the front door go. Obviously, her mother had returned. She was eager to find out what had occurred at the Hygrace manor.