[System]
Age: 23
Race: Nord
Class: Sword-fighter (Skills: One handed weapons [swords in particular], heavy-armor, and a bit of smithing)

Appearance: Ildrun is five foot seven, she has dark-orange hair usually worn in a ponytail or a bun (especially when she is wearing her helmet), green eyes and light-tan skin. Her eyes are slightly smaller than most peoples, her nose is fairly normal and her lips are a a bit small though her mouth is of a normal size width wise. She has freckles going from her cheeks across her nose. Due to her constantly working on her swordsmanship she is fairly muscular, though with a still obviously feminine build.

Personality: Ildrun is rather quiet and reserved, often only speaking when need be, which makes her seem like she doesn't care. She likes practicing her sword skills and will often go through drills. She has some interest in reading but she isn't very literate and has a hard time with big words. She is also kind and caring, which can be seen in her when someone needs help (whether it is physically or emotionally). In contrast to her caring nature, she is rather easily annoyed and if you are threatening a friend or innocent, you better be ready for a sword coming at your face.

Bio: Ildrun was born in Whiterun on the 20th of Heartfire to Orvar (father) and Betja (mother). She has two siblings, an older sister and a younger brother: Eirsa, her sister, is 28 years old and Frodr is 16 years old. Ildrun was quite the tomboy when growing up, spending much of her time watching the guards or soldiers and play-fighting or actually fighting with other children. Because of her fighting with other children and her quick temper, she was often in trouble with her parents. Her education in her early years was fairly basic, learning basic reading. writing and math skills, and she never really went beyond that in her later life.

As she grew Ildrun only became more restless, and as soon as she was able to hold a sword she began to practice swordsmanship with her uncle, who had been in the Imperial army. So her uncle taught her much of what she knew of sword-fighting, and he taught her some smithing so that she could keep her equipment in repair. He often emphasized the importance of keeping clean equipment and practicing drills. It was during this time that she got her nickname, "Freyar", due to her love of fighting. Soon she became even more restless and would often announce to her family that she was going to join the army, only to have second thoughts as they begged her to stay a little while longer, and so this went on for years, and the only things Ildrun killed with her sword were small pests. But then the day finally came when Ildrun would leave for good. When the Dovahkin died the seed was first planted, and the incursion of the Dragons only made her desire to do something stronger, and her family was preparing to leave soon. So finally Ildrun decided that this was the day. So she went to her father and mother announcing that she would go to Ivarstead to join the Dovahfeyn. Her parents begged her to come with them to leave Skyrim, but Ildrun was adamant in her decision this time and when they saw they could not sway her from this course of action they started preparing things for her journey. As they prepared her rations, clothing and shelter her uncle took her to get outfitted with armor. Her family was sad to see her go when she was finally ready to leave, and gave her all the advice worried family members would.

Equipment: Ildrun has a steel sword and steel armor, she also has a backpack with stuff for traveling, like dried food, a bedroll and such.

[User]
"Do my eyes deceive me?" ...

-- Faire was pacing about the camp, waiting for the antagonizing long period it took for this large hunting party to pack up and head out. If it were her alone, she'd already be a few miles down the road, but she knew how long it took to move larger parties like this so it didn't bother her much. All that pacing helped keep her at ease.

During her frantic pacing, a newcomer had arrived but Faire did not particularly care to met someone new, especially considering that most of this party will be charred ash in a few weeks. But as she ignored the conversations behind her, a sudden exclamation of interest and a thump of someone falling to their knees halted Faire out of her thoughts and her pacing. --

As soon as Faire turned, full face, to witness an Altmer on his knees, she knew what was going to happen.

Faire stood there, her confused gaze unwavering, as she recounted the Altmer's line over and over again. The moment it had actually sunk in, Faire could feel her face warming up to uncomfortable levels of embarrassment. It was made worse as she finally took her eyes off the kneeling Altmer and glanced around the camp. Everybody had stopped and they were now witnessing this happening. It was a good thing Faire's face was hidden because her face, especially her cheeks, had turned from a pale coloring to cherry red.

"I..uh...t-thanks." She said hastily under her breath. Her thoughts raced a million per minute! Had this Altmer no shame? What else could she say? And worst of all, d-did she actually enjoy that corny pick-up line? There was something to say about romance, and Faire was a diehard romantic at one time. Hearing the cheesiest of poems, lines, songs, and seductions attempt was a bit of a comedic past time for the old Faire. It was hysterical to hear what people could come up with and she had to admit, she did actually love the gestures of flowers that came with those attempts.

But the old Faire was buried somewhere and she hasn't been unearthed for thousands of years. She wasn't laughing and felt rather flustered, but a kindling of enjoyment could be felt. Thankfully Faire wasn't left in her turmoil as Nikos came and rescued her from the very daring Altmer.

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Kynesgrove couldn't come any sooner. Most of Faire's traveling was done away from the group. She hung around the perimeter, just within visible range of the rest of the group. More of an excuse to not be a part of the camaraderie than to keep the group safe. For the most part, Faire was left alone as she did her best to keep herself away but she spoke a few words to the group. Most of it was providing a briefing on what exactly was a dragon and recalling her own accounts of encounters. In her day, they weren't outright hostile as there had been agreements made on both sides, but she saw one dragon go rogue and tried to recall as much information as possible. Since Nikos seemed to the leader, Faire shared with him most of that information. She also talked a bit to the Altmer the day of his very embarrassing pick-up line. Faire was heard to even give a very slight chuckle during the conversation, likely another pick-up line.

Seeing as her identity was still mostly a secret, she did not actually enter Kynesgrove and instead wandered the perimeter. The night before they reached Kynesgrove, Faire requested that Nikos make sure her identity remains a secret as she does not want it to become public knowledge for her own safety. She also told him, "You need not search for me during your stay at Kynesgrove, I'll be there when the dragon arrives." Intending to keep her promise for a favor and use that to bargain for a favor of her own.

[Assistant]
Valerion Draviis

The night went incredibly quick after dinner was served, it was expertly cooked and prepared by Rawlith, as he collected his part of the elk; which was a prime cut based on the fact that it was his kill, Valerion went back to his rock and removed his helmet.
Placing it at his feet he began rifling through his belongings and pulled out a very fine Port, and had a few sips of it whilst he ate.
The night itself was becoming quite cold, the night sky was very clear with not a single cloud insulating the area meaning that it was to be a very cold night, and likely a cold morning with frost, a common occurrence in Skyrim, admittedly but around the Volcanic vents and the local area it was slightly more uncommon, the natural heat sources would be a welcome relief to the others, Valerion did not doubt this.

The night quickly passed, the fire reduced to smoking embers and the rest of the party were all asleep, Valerion could not though... Sleep was rare for him now even the relief it brought was a mere dwindling source of mortality that had remained with him through his very long life, in a few centuries he doubted he'd ever have to sleep again.
So he simply sat there on the rock of his, perched like a bird of prey his hands resting on the hilt of his blade ready to strike down anything that dared attack the camp.

The dawn soon came and it revived Valerion from his watch and he merely observed as the rest of the camp slowly stirred and started moving around, Delphine, whom was almost a ghost in relation to the rest of the group came over with a strange look on her face, one could almost mistake it for concern.

"Did you get any sleep? I thought there was meant to be a rota for who watched over the camp at night?"

Valerion simply stood from his spot and started getting the warmth in his bones again, they were almost locked in place from his non movement in the cold for so long.
"It's fine, sleep and I don't cross paths much anymore."

It was after this that Niko came over and asked for the elfs bow, Valerion handed it over with out so much as a word. He watched as Niko gave back to the snow elf, as well as her dagger and quiver of arrows.
The look on her face didn't reveal much but he could tell she hated Niko; although, that being said she may hate everyone here and had even more of a reason to hate Valerion, he being moments away from ending her life last night.

Just before the camp was nearly packed away and everyone getting ready to move out a call sounded over from the west, along the path they had came from Ivarstead.
It was from a Altmer, by the looks of it, he was on a horse and asking if the group was called DovahFeyn, and if so, could he join them.
but that wasn't the interesting part...
What caught Valerions attention was that very very specific attire that he was wearing, it unmistakably being that of the Aldemri dominion, Valerion remembered the first two dominions back in the second era, filled with pompous elves that had superiority complexes, both dominions were shattered into pieces and the leaders killed, especially after the first one which caused much strife in High rock.
Valerion had little doubt that the same would befall the third dominion too... within time.

Taking note of the others he could easily tell that Leo and Roze were not fond of him, he had little doubt the others wouldn't be either, but at the current situation and moment in time allegiances mattered little in the face of the dragon threat, the last thing they needed to be was at each others throats.

It was then that the Altmer decided to make a spectacle of himself, coming out with a line that would only be found in romance novels written by drunks.
Valerion shook his head and muttered "Brilliant... a second Leonidas... just what we need."
Leo caught this comment and smiled followed with a snort; saying "At least I have class about it."

The time was to move out now, Kynesgrove being their destination.

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The journey was fairly short, with the odd discussion here and there but for the most part silence prevailed, although Valerion did notice that Rawlith and Roze were spending some time together away from the group at night, this created a slight suspicion in Valerions mind, but really he didn't care where they were doing.
The high point of the journey was when they passed Witchmist grove, a place where a witch's thought to cast fireballs at them, they were quite quickly dealt with and Valerion was tempted to take a soul from one of them but he could wait to Kynesgrove as he still had a few days to go before the signs started.

Kynesgrove itself was now just in front of them, the moment in which a dragon fight was nearly upon the party, and the moment where he would consume a Dragons soul...
Valerion hadn't been able to sit still the past few days in anticipation, but he felt the need to start talking with the party now, and start forming some bonds, he'd need to learn their fighting styles before the dragon fight so he'd know how to best utilise them when the time arisen.

"Kynesgrove" Valerion stated

"We're finally here..."

Turning around and looking at the group Valerion stated to them "It's about time we learnt how we all fight before we throw ourselves against the kin of Akatosh, so... who's up for a sparring session?"

[User]
Ildrun almost chuckled at the statement the Altmer made. She wasn't fond of Altmer, especially those who were with the Aldmeri Dominion, but such dislikes had to be set aside in the face of greater threats like Dragons. At any rate he was obviously smitten with Faire, and how he had just come out and said that line was hysterical in her mind. Not that she would let any see it, she didn't want anyone to come close to thinking she would be friends with a Thalmor, so she simply ignored him. At any rate, they were about to leave for Kynsgrove, and Ildrun was eager to get a move on.

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They had finally reached reached Kynesgrove. It wasn't a long journey, though they had run into a little trouble it was nothing the group couldn't handle. Ildrun hoped that she had shown her worth against their adversaries, as those were some of the few she had ever fought. At any rate the Dragon was foremost in her mind now, thinking much about how to take down the beast. Valerion asked if anyone was up for sparring, at which Ildrun perked up and said, "I would love to get some practice in before we fight this Dragon. Though I suppose fighting a Dragon will be much different than fighting a person." she shrugged, she mostly just wanted to get her mind off of thinking about the Dragon, it would probably just scare her more than if she didn't.


[System]
Age: 19
Sex: Male
Race: Human
Class/Sub-class: Mage/Blood Mage

Appearance:

Abilities:
* Flashfire - Killian casts a fireball from his hand which burns his enemy and may send them into a panic.
* Immolate - Killian unleashes a blast of fire around himself to burn and drive back enemies that get too close or attempt to surround him.
* Blood Magic - Killian is able to tap into the power of life-blood itself, either by calling on the blood of his enemies or by cutting open his own veins to access his own blood. In doing so he is able to strengthen his magic, continue fighting when his mana is expended, and use powerful abilities restricted to the Maleficar arts.
* Blood Boil - Killian boils the blood in his enemy's veins, causing intense pain and leaving them unable to take any action. Weaker or wounded enemies may even die outright as their hearts give out.
* Blood Slave - Killian subjugates the mind of a weak willed enemy forcing obedience and absolute loyalty. Outside of combat the spell may last indefinitely, until Killian ends it himself, the victim expires, or Killian is distracted by fighting. In combat the concentration required to enslave a mind and not get his head chopped off means he can only maintain control for limited amounts of time.

Personality: Killian is best described as a Cynical Altruist. He wants to do good, but accepts that sometimes evil must be fought with evil. It was a hard lesson to learn and not one he enjoyed learning, but if he wasn't willing to get his hands dirty every now and then, he knows that he would have been crushed by his rivals long ago.

History: Born an Altus of the Tevinter Empire, and son of a high ranking Magister no less, Killian spent his childhood living in comfort and training under the best tutors to master his Magical gift when it arose. During his young adolescence he became friendly and quite enamoured with a young Elven slave girl that served his family, and as time passed it became clear she returned his affections. The girl was a kitchen slave, barely fit to scrub dishes as far the Imperium was concerned but to Killian she was a princess. As the sole heir of a Magister, Killian wielded some power within the household and he used as much of it as he dared to ensure his love was treated well, for a slave, and that he could see her as much as possible.

Then when Killian was seventeen his Elven lover fell pregnant and his father became aware of the relationship. While the odd trist with a comely slave was nothing to be ashamed of in Tevinter, Killian's father was not about to have his first grandchild be a half-blood brat born to a knife-eared slave. That evening Killian was called to his father's study where he found his father and his love waiting. The young woman was in chains and, after paralyzing Killian with blood magic, he made Killian watch as he killed both the girl and their unborn child. In rage and despair, Killian called upon the teachings blood magic he'd been reluctantly learning and broke his father's hold, he then empowered himself with blood of his slain love and unleashed his wrath on his father, leaving nothing but a bloody smear behind.

Authorities came to the conclusion that Killian's father had been assassinated by one of his rivals. Who would believe that a young fledgling such as Killian could have succeeded in such a task. As a result Killian's crime went unpunished and he succeeded his father as the youngest member of the Magisterium. Many saw Killian as easy prey but he had learned a powerful lesson in his father's study: That he must be willing to go to any lengths to protect what he cared about. For two years Killian's cunning and ruthlessness allowed him to survive the politics of the Magisterium, during which time he perfected his use of Blood Magic, though he refrained from using unwilling blood sacrifices, unless it was the blood of his enemies. Killian was lucky enough to be away from Minrathous, visiting one of his Family's holdings in the south of the Imperium, when the earthquakes buried the capital and the darkspawn invasion began. He fled to Nevarra with the other refugees before turning his gaze back to north, burning with desire to avenge his homeland.

[User]
Colin Roche

Colin stared into the eyes of yet another Tevinter man, his elbow pressed against his throat whilst his other hand held the man's arm behind his back in a lock."For Andraste's left testicle man, if I catch you going through my tent again I'll shatter your skull, you understand me Tevinter? Refugee or not, I enjoy my little bit of personal space and I'm getting very damn tired of strangers invading it. There's nothing to steal! I keep my belongings on me, so if you want my shit you'll have to become a pickpocket. Spread the word friend, my next intruder is getting the example beating that seems so badly needed."

With that Colin released his hold on the man and watched as he ran deep into the maze of refugee tents. Satisfied, he headed back inside his own.

"Tell me, why did we set up our damned tent on the edge of a refugee camp? Oh wait, I remember! The fucking thing wasn't there! Who in the Baker's name pitches a tent expecting to be overrun with refugees? I know I didn't! I mean sure, there were a few, but I didn't expect to end up living next to Tevinter shitting city!"

Colin looked around, wondering whether Eloen was out in the camp somewhere or whether she was just troubling herself trying to come up with actual answers for his ramblings. It seemed it was the former.

Getting out there, eh darling? Good on ya.

Today was the day they were expected to meet up with the others supposed to be in the Divine's special force of volunteers. He was looking forward to meeting the people he'd be fighting with, but hoped they wouldn't all be knights and daddy's boys with silver swords up their asses. He was also looking forward to fighting the darkspawn again. He was only ten years old when the blight struck Ferelden and didn't actually see many darkspawn. During the battle of Denerim he hid in a tavern with a friend of his, the door bolted and guarded. Luckily none broke through, probably too occupied fighting Cousland and his army. He saw plenty later on though, there was a lot of work to be found protecting idiots in the deep roads. He'd never seen them in such numbers though. Never seen a darkspawn army, until recently anyway.

Thinking about the days events he strapped on his steel longsword and dagger before heading back out into the camp. He still had time and decided to go and check up on Eloen. Her talent for archery was obvious when he had first seen her practice it, but he wanted to see how the sharpening of her skills was going. He turned away from the refugee tents and walked towards the military ones. He'd find the archery range facing the river. Safer that way, less chance of stray arrows hitting refugees or soldiers. As he approached from the side of the range he spotted various archers, most of which were soldiers, but among them stood Eloen. He smiled when he saw her. She no longer had her usual submissive look about her. She looked completely focused, like a fighter. With most people he would have taken the piss out of the seriousness of it, but in her it was refreshing. He enjoyed it. She loosed an arrow downrange that seemed to him to hit her target spot on.

"Yeah! That's how you dead a fucking darkspawn! You soldiers taking notes?" Colin smiled, nodding at Eloen from the short distance before approaching her.

"Meeting for the Divine's volunteer force is happening shortly Eloen. You should come along, let them know you're interested and get a feel for the people we'll be working with. Keep nailing those shots, and I'll see you there, yeah? It's just down along the river there."

With that he headed off. He still had a while before he'd need to be at the rendezvous spot, but he wanted to get there early anyway, see what types turned up. He wondered if there would be any who he thought he could have watch his back or who he reckoned might get him killed. Approaching the designated spot he clocked two youngsters, or people who were obviously younger than him anyhow. They both stood silently, seemingly in contemplation. Of course, Colin broke the silence.

"The fuck are you two so solemn about? Hey, it's not like the darkspawn are marching in the thousands only seventeen years after the last blight... Oh wait." Colin laughed, looking from the young lass to the young man with a wry grin on his face. "Colin Roche, at your service. Who might you kids be? Wait... Shit... I haven't gone to the wrong area and ended up in 'Lover's Lane' or something have I?"

[Assistant]
More change had happened to the young elf in these past few weeks then had happened to her in her entire time in Tevinter. Two months ago she was a slave in Tevinter, braiding the hair of her mistress and listening to her gossip with one of her friends about the newest affaires of Tevinter women. A month ago she was stumbling through the woods starving to death and lost with arms full of chains. Luck had struck her, as well as the ground, and her life began to alter. Meeting Colin in the woods, loosing the chains. A full meal in her stomach and a long walk with good company later and Eloen found herself being trained for an army of sorts. Eloen wasn't quite sure what she was fighting for, but Cloin had insisted something about glory, and it wasn't like she had anything better to do with her time.

Eloen now found herself in the camps archery range, practicing her new found abilities. Eloen found herself taking to archery quite well, perhaps thanks to her practice in her old life, or maybe because archery was just remembering all the little details.

The Elven women took a deep breath, going through the steps in her head as she notched an arrow.

"Take a deep breath."

Eloen shifted her position on her legs, moving her right foot in front of her left foot. She turned her left foot into a more ninety-degree angle. Her right foot pointed towards the target down the range.

"Widen your stance."

Eloen bounced on her knees slightly, trying to keep her legs from going stiff. Eloen exhaled slowly through her nose. Before raising her bow she took another deep breath.

"Don't lock your elbows."

Eloen had learned the hard way that locking you elbows put them in danger of getting stung by the string as the bow was fired. Not only that but it put too much strain on her arms. Eloen relaxed her arms, rolling her shoulders back.

She placed three fingers on the bowstring, hooking them around it.

"Pull it back to your eye."

Eloen pulled the string back, feeling it resist as she moved it onto position. Eloen tilted her head to the side slightly, fearing catching one of her ears. Eloen released and took one more deep breath before closing one eye, looking down the shaft of the arrow. In her concentration Eloen found herself slightly sticking out her tongue, as if it would help her aim.

"Don't. Breathe."

She held her breath, keeping her arms steady on their target. Before her body could feel the strain of the lack of oxygen Eloen let her fingers slip off the string, sending the arrow flying through the air.

Eloen watched the arrow hit its target, sinking several inches into the wood and straw dummy with a satisfying sound. It wasn't a perfect hit, but it was still a pretty good one. Eloen waited several seconds after watching the arrow land to release the breath she had been holding. She then lowered her bow.

A few moments after this Eloen allowed her breathing to return to normal, she looked around casually. There were few people around her, most of them not paying attention to the Elven archer. And once she was sure no one was watching her Eloen allowed her formal and polite exterior to falter for a moment, jumping up and down with excitement at her achievement.

Her excited jumping quickly turned to a startled jump when Colin suddenly shouted out, praising her archery. She closed up on herself slightly, suddenly feeling many more sets of eyes on her then she would have liked. Eloen sheepishly waved at Colin as he continued along. He had mentioned to her the meeting of the Divine, and suggested that she went along too. Would she really be an asset to such an elite team?

She would think about it. She didn't want to disappoint Colin by not showing up.

Eloen took a deep breath, pushing down her nerves of being seen, and notched another arrow.

[User]
Killian Tavus had been watching the Darkspawn in the distance, silently wondering how many he would have been able to destroy before they overwhelmed him had he remained at the family estate rather than fleeing with the other servants when the beasts had come marching south from the capital. Tevinter wasn't perfect, he knew that better than most, but it was his homeland and he loved it. Leaving as the Darkspawn destroyed his home had been the second most painful experience of his life and now all he could think about was going back.

His contemplations were suddenly interrupted by the decidedly vulgar invocations of the older man who joined him and the young Orlesian woman at the meeting place. Killian had always had an ear for accents and the newcomer's rang clearly of Ferelden. Many in the Magisterium thought of nations outside of the Imperium as less civilised, and Fereldens in particular were thought of as little better than their barbarian Avaar cousins. Killian was one of the few who did not hold to such negative stereotypes, and yet this man's manner helped Killian to understand why others might hold such views.

The young Magister cleared his throat and gave the newcomer a polite smile, though no bow. "Killian Tavus, at your service as well, Mr Roche." He said formally. It seemed that Killian had only two modes: Stiff and formal or silent and brooding. "I am a Magister of the Imperium, such as it is..." He illustrated his last point with a vague wave towards the north.


[System]
Age: 16

Gender: Male

Personality:
Leander is a happy-go-lucky guy. He almost always has something good to say about any situation. However, there are times when he can act like an idiot, and there are times that he is clueless about blatantly obvious things, but that just adds to his charm. In Duels, his happy personality is expressed even more than usual as he tries to make everyone laugh.

History:
Leander was a pretty average guy at home. He had his group of friends, a normal family, etc. The only change in that life of his is when he discovered Duel Monsters. As he learned about the cards and the rules, he discovered that he liked it. A lot. So, he thought it would be great if he used it with his usual antics to make people laugh. Fortunately for him, Leander had decent skills for Dueling, so whether he won or lost, Leander was usually capable of giving his friends both a challenge and a laugh. As time passed, Leander also discovered Duel Academies, schools that taught people how to play Duel Monsters. Natually, Leander couldn't resist and his parents eventually sent him to the Duel Tower to fulfill his wish.

Favorite Card/Archetype or theme: LIGHT-type monsters

Chosen courses: Synchro Summoning / Standard Dueling

Current Dorm: Light

Chosen Structure Deck:
Knights of Light (custom)

Chosen Pack: None

Current deck: -Monsters: 21
Neo-Parshath, the Sky Paladin x 2
Archlord Kristya x 1
Nova Caller x 1
Hecatrice x 1
Nova Summoner x 3
Airknight Parshath x 3
Tethys, Goddess of Light x 1
Gellenduo x 1
Trust Guardian x 2
Counselor Lily x 1
Freya, Spirit of Victory x 2
Gellenduo x 1
Zeradias, Herald of Heaven x 2

-Spells: 7
The Sanctuary in the Sky x 3
Valhalla, Hall of the Fallen x 1
Court of Justice x 1
Solidarity x 2

Traps: 12
Negate Attack x 2
Graceful Revival x 1
Divine Punishment x 2
A Hero Emerges x 1
Trap Jammer x 1
Pain Reception x 1
Lightforce Sword x 1
Dark Bribe x 1
Divine Wrath x 2

Extra:
Avenging Knight Parshath x 3
Soaring Knight Parshath x 3
Ancient Sacred Wyvern x 1

Collection:
Neo-Parshath, the Sky Paladin x 2
Meltiel, Sage of the Sky x 1
Harvest Angel of Wisdom x 1
Hecatrice x 2
Nova Summoner x 4
Gellenduo x 1
Zeradias, Herald of Heaven x 3
Freya, Spirit of Victory x 2
Airknight Parshath x 4
Trust Guardian x 2
Counselor Lily x 1
Archlord Kristya x 2
Bountiful Artemis x 2
Darknight Parshath x 2
Tethys, Goddess of Light x 2
Nova Caller x 2
The Ancient Pharaoh x 2
Gravekeeper's Assailant x 2
Gilasaurus x 1
Thousand-Eyes Idol x 1
Yata-Garasu x 1 (banned)
Buster Blader x 2
Asura Priest x 1
Neo Bug x 1
Metal Armored Bug x 1
Big Koala x 1
Stealth Bird x 1
Arcane Archer of the Forest x 1
Rocket Jumper x 1
Pharaoh's Servant x 1
Absorbing Kid from the Sky x 1
Master Hyperion x 1
The Agent of Mystery - Earth x 1
The Agent of Miracles - Jupiter x 1
The Agent of Judgment - Saturn x 1
The Agent of Wisdom - Mercury x 1
The Agent of Creation - Venus x 1
The Agent of Force - Mars x 1
Mystical Shine Ball x 1
Splendid Venus x 1
Victoria x 1
Marshmallon x 1
Shining Angel x 1
Soul of Purity and Light x 1
Honest x 1
Hanewata x 1
Consecrated Light x 1
Valhalla, Hall of the Fallen x 3
Court of Justice x 2
Solidarity x 3
Photon Lead x 1
Terraforming x 2
Cestus of Dagla x 2
The Sanctuary in the Sky x 5
The Fountain in the Sky x 1
Premature Burial x 1 (banned)
Photon Sanctuary x 1
Celestial Transformation x 2
Cards from the Sky x 2
Burial from a Different Dimension x 1
Mausoleum of the Emperor x 1
Smashing Ground x 1
Necrovalley x 2
Book of Moon x 1
Chaos Emissary Sanctuary x 1
Axe of the Berserker x 1
Earth Chant x 1
Beckoning Light x 2
Negate Attack x 2
Solemn Warning x 1
Magic Jammer x 1
Dark Bribe x 2
Divine Punishment x 3
Miraculous Descent x 2
Lightforce Sword x 1
Pain Reception x 1
Trap Jammer x 2
Skull Invitation x 1
Bottomless Trap Hole x 1
Magical Hats x 1
Magic Drain x 1
Misdirection! x 1
A Hero Emerges x 1
Wall of Revealing Light x 1
Dora of Fate x 1
Begone, Knave! x 1
Labyrinth of Nightmare x 1
Return from the Different Dimension x 1 (Banned)
Solemn Judgment x 1 (Banned)
Torrential Tribute x 1
Avenging Knight Parshath x 3
Soaring Knight Parshath x 3
Ancient Sacred Wyvern x 1

Points: 8

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[User] Ethel looked appalled when Hayate didn't even bother to shoot her a glance, now having an abysmal opinion of the girl. She didn't even think there were people out there that lacked even the basics of courtesy. The girl would have gotten enraged, but then noticed a sudden crowd having been amassed all around. Ignia popped in behind her, Vincent snuck over and Shinrei + trash girl strolled on in. This was getting a little too much for the girl, who rose from her seat whilst quickly musing "My excuses". Ethel quickly marched out of the door and took a few breaths, detesting having to stay in large crowds when she doesn't need to. "...Great, what now?" the girl pondered, raising one finger and putting it against her brow. "Maybe..." she muttered, before settling something. Standing around wasn't going to do her any good, and she needed to test out her new cards. So, Ethel decided to take the elevator up to one of the Arena floors to scout out some duelists. She settled on floor 17, which hosted arenas M and N.

[Assistant] Angelo sighed as he was told that they would be given a break until lunch. Angelo just needed to relax for a little while so he left and he went straight to his room. Once their he got a pair of swimming trunks that he brought with him, he felt glad that he did despite knowing the place was in the dessert he also thought they would have a pool. Once he changed putting on his trunks along with a plain t-shirt and a towel he went down the elevator and into the pool area where he found tsukiko he put his things on the chair and he dived into the pool relaxing at its cool touch thinking this was a good place to relax for a while and get his spirits back up...

[User]
"Alright, thanks." Nathaniel sighed as he nodded his head and walked away. From the sound of things, things were starting to die down. Okay, bad choice of words. Things were starting to calm down.

As he headed back to where Brad was, Nathaniel sneaked another look at the two kids dueling at the table. Even with the distress all around them, these two kids found a way to still have fun and hold on to hope. If that was the case, maybe there was something Nathaniel could do after all.

"It looks like things are starting to calm down a little." Nathaniel said to Brad as he approached him. As he stood in front of the larger boy, he reached out his left arm in front of him, showing Brad the Duel Disk now strapped to his left arm. "So how about a duel to pass the time?"

[Assistant]
Amelia Averyonna

Amelia looked up as the boy in the bed next to her addressed her, telling her she should smile otherwise her friends would get sad. This statement completely confused her, since she had no friends to begin with. Before she could begin to ponder it, the nurses came and began dismissing people from the infirmary. She was told she would have to leave if another girl didn't first but it seemed her other neighbor was eager to leave, as she simply got up and left. Turning back to the boy, Amelia tilted her head in confusion.
"What did you mean by... my friends?" She asked, her voice low and lacking any form of confidence.

[User]
Cassie was still leaning against a wall, her arms folded.

She looked over at Nathaniel and Brad having heard the word "duel".

Might as well watch I guess. Maybe I can even get in on the actions when they;re done.

[Assistant]
Before Tsukiko could answer him he told her that he needed to do something when he watched Ethel leave. She saw her brother walk in Ethel's direction as she would still remain around so she could pick up her two new cards. She also noticed posters of new cards that had just been recently released as she was waiting for her turn to get cards. She looked at one of the posters which featured a dragon engulfed in flames and behind it was total destruction of the world it look like it lived in. The card read Final Apocalypse Dragon though it was mainly for those who ran machine decks though it did look like an interesting card. She also noticed a new Fusion monster came out which she could actually use. It said Chrysantheum, The Spell Breaker Dragon which used two cards she had in her deck as fusion material monsters. She wanted that fusion card as it would strengthen her deck giving her more options, but she had already reserved to The Dark - Hex-Sealed Fusion cards that numbered two.

She asked the person at the desk to give the two cards she had already purchased where she grabbed them from their hand and began examining them closely. She read the wording on the cards closely though there was a part about Contact Fusion that she couldn't understand. She wondered if her brother knew anything about Contact Fusion since she wanted to learn more about this ability. Surely she knew that Shiyura probably knew how to use Contact Fusion which would put her at major odds against him since she had no knowledge of the ability. She took her two cards she still had in her hand and decided to find a table where she could be alone while she arranged her deck. These two new cards were ones her brother told her about and she would also have to not forget to thank her brother for trading her his Overload Fusion, because it really gave her a boost in her last duel with Vincent despite her not winning it.

She set her two cards down on the table as she took her deck out of its holder on her Duel Disk and fanned out her cards. The three Void Dragons she felt she could sense something faint from, but she thought it was her imagination. She remembered that last duel she wasn't entirely herself where she was icy which is not something that usually fit her character. Sure she thought it was pleasant at the thought of others hurting, but she wouldn't inflict that harm on them herself. She found it a total waste of time since there were other things she could be doing rather than pushing around people who were beneath her. She glanced over in Vincent's direction for a second thinking about everyone saying how good Vincent was and some of the students not happy that he is so good. Some thought he rigged his deck to win which was a rumor she heard the other day, but she dismissed it since there was no evidence that this was true. Sure at the time she didn't like Vincent and hated him with a passion, because of how much she thought he represented the thought of her father but she wasn't about to defame someone with conspiracy theories. "I suppose Vincent is as good as I heard he was. He did play well but I don't think he knows that Void Twin Dragon is not my best card." She whispered at herself as she froze in thought as she was reminded of how the card hijacked her mind for a moment changing the way Vincent was suppose to perceive her. She grabbed her locket which helped her like a dream catcher remove those nasty thoughts that she didn't want to think about which made her instantly think about her mother. She wondered if her mother would have played that any differently or even her brother? She didn't know anything about her mother's dueling style and her brother was always unpredictable about what he would. Sometimes he would make some of the most brazen moves which would make most amateurs lose the duel if they tried them.

She remembered he told her before they parted ways that Vincent's greatest weakness in his deck is that it relies too much on the graveyard. She wondered what he meant by that since she didn't get to see him play any cards that used the graveyard. That was most likely because she was sleeping beauty on the floor. "That meant..." She stopped herself as she tried to say the rest of the statement only to be stopped by the thought that it was Vincent who carried her to the infirmary. As she kept that thought in mind she decided to think to herself for a moment. I still don't know. He's shown he's worthy of my trust, but there something about him that still bothers me. Maybe if I allow him to get to know me better I might be able to understand him better. He's certainly more trustworthy than that boy from yesterday who wouldn't stop harassing me, that's for sure.

Tsukiko hoped that everyone would just leave her alone while she worked on making proper adjustments to her deck. She was still a bit out of and not fully recovered though she didn't let that stop her from making herself stronger. It was true that she wanted to do anything to make herself stronger, but she really wondered if Overdrive Mode as they called it when she was under the influence of her card if that would come back to haunt her one day. She hated to think that getting stronger might possess her to attack someone she had close relations with which is why if she had no friends it would be a major burden off her shoulders. She picked up one of her Void Dragon cards and began to examine it as it lightly glowed in her hand responding to her. "You brought fortune and glory to my brother. I hope you will smile the same treasure upon me as we become more closely linked together through our bond." She said quietly to herself though a few students looked at her wanting to know why she was talking to her card. Also it was very suspicious to be continually staring at a card like it was a stare down contest. Tsukiko ignored the unusual staring from some of the students as she continued to work on her deck.

[User] When Amelia asked about her friends, Leander redrew his Airknight Parshath from his deck and held it up for Amelia to see. "The ones in your deck, of course," Leander said, a large grin on his face. "Always take care of them, because they'll always be with you." Leander also gave her a thumbs up. It was always good to help people see the importance of their decks, and this girl was no exception.


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"Those who do not move, do not notice their chains." ― Rosa Luxemburg

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The Personal Details
|| FULL BIRTH-GIVEN NAME ||
"Kolton Favreau, at your service."
|| NICKNAME ||
"Kol. I've never really gone by any other nicknames.."
|| DISTRICT NAME RELATION ||
"First name's pretty obvious. As for my last name, it means 'blacksmith'.. which is what my family is known for. At least my father's side is."
|| PHYSICAL DEFINITION ||
"Open your eyes, you Capitol freak! I'm a guy."
|| SEXUAL ORIENTATION ||
"Strictly heterosexual."
|| YEARS SINCE BIRTH ||
"It's been seventeen long, miserable years here in 12."
|| THEME SONG ||
I'm Still Here by John Rzeznik

They can't tell me who to be
Cause I'm not what they see
Yeah, the world is still sleeping
While I keep on dreaming for me
And their words are just whispers and lies
That I'll never believe.

And I want a moment to be real
Wanna touch things I don't feel
We want to hold on and feel I belong
And how can they say I'll never change
They're the ones that stay the same
I'm the one now
Cause I'm still here

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The Gory Details
|| PERSONALITY TRAITS ||
+ Observent
+ Intelligent
+ Optimistic
+ Honest
+ Trusting / Trustworthy
+ Loyal
+ Selfless
+ Humble
+- Sarcastic
- Quarrelsome
- Anxious
- Self-Loathing
- Low Self-Confidence
|| PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION ||
Kol stands at a sturdy 6'3" and weighs a light 165lbs with a nicely toned frame. Dark hair and even darker blue eyes to go with, which are really brought out by his lighter skin tone. Working in the mineshaft not only gave him the tone, but it also kept him from getting too much sun, as well. Kol manages to keep himself clean for the most part, except the days he works in the mines. When he isn't working in the mines, he cleans himself up and dresses as sharp as is possible in 12 when he helps his mother out in their family hospice.
|| BENEATH ALL THE CLOTHING AND DIRT ||
Kol has a single tattoo on his right arm. It's just two thick bands that wrap around his entire bicep. He says there's no real meaning behind it, he just liked the idea of it. He also has major burns that cover a majority of his right hand and under-side of the lower forearm from a housefire in his childhood.
|| DISTRICT NUMBER ||
"Proudly from District 12."
|| DISTRICT CAREER ||
"Officially a Coal miner, but I also help part-time as a sort of Medic."
|| DISTRICT TOKEN ||
"I've brought a necklace that my father gave me when I was young. It's a crystal jammed up inside of a bullet that he'd found, the crystal he found down in the mines and didn't show to his supervisor. He kept it till he found a use for it.. he decided to give it to me on my 10th birthday. I've had it ever since."

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The Important Details
|| FAMILY MEMBERS ||
"Got a small family. Grandparents both died a couple years back. First grandma, then grandpa the week following."
→ Beckett Favreau ✦ 42-years-old ✦ Father
→ Devilline Favreau ✦ 37-years-old ✦ Mother
→ Geordon "Geordie" Favreau ✦ 15-years-old ✦ Brother
|| FURRY FAMILY ||
"Timber Wolves I saved when they were pups. Once they got too big to stay indoors, I set them free in the forest and trained them to hunt for themselves. I still go into the woods every now and again to visit them, but for the most part, we each leave each other to our own lives. Roan being the lonely bachelor, and Shadow now having pups of her own deeper in the forest than I like to travel. They're good pups. They'll always be mine."
Roan & Shadow
|| PARTNER IN CRIME ||
"Well, not exactly a partner.. more like me rescuing him from the crimes he gets into. My younger brother. He's 15. I've taken beatings from the PK's so he didn't have to. Family means everything to me. As far as good friends go, Silver is about as good as they come. She and I have been close since we were younglings."
|| SOMEONE SPECIAL BACK HOME ||
"Not exactly, no."

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The Hidden-Beneath-The-Surface Details
|| WHAT DO YOU EXPECT ME TO DO WITH THESE? ||
"I mean, I can swing a pickaxe pretty well, hoist heavy objects to and fro.. Don't exactly have an advantage in weapons training like the Career Districts do."
|| SKILLS MY FATHER SEEMS TO THINK I LACK ||
"I can doctor up any wound. Not really much else that I can do, besides being able to to start a fire and am able to cook just about anything and make it taste at least tolerable, haha."
|| BLOOD TYPE ||
AB+
|| DOMINANT HAND ||
"I can utilize both hands, but I'm more dominant with my left. As I said, though, I'm ambidextrous."

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The Known Details
|| "MAY THE ODDS BE EVER IN YOUR FAVOR" ||
"No, no. Don't say that shit. The odds are never in our favor, even if we don't take tessera from the Keepers.. the games are rigged.
 I'd bet my life on it. And hey, maybe I won't have to if I'm as worthless as my father believes me to be."
|| WHAT HAPPENED..? ||
"I was naturally reaped. I mean, how couldn't have I been? My name was in the pot 53 times."
|| FEARS / PHOBIAS ||
→ Pyrophobia - Fear of fire - More so on a larger scale than a simple campfire or stove-top fire. Implanted after childhood housefire.
→ Taphophobia - Fear of being buried alive - Ironically so, being a miner
→ Atychiphobia- Fear of failure - Something my dad has kind of
→ Merinthophobia- Fear of being bound or tied up - Honestly don't know how I got this one, but I found out when a Peace Keeper put handcuffs on me, once.
→ Paralipophobia- Fear of neglecting duty or responsibility

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Kolton sat there still lost in his thoughts of the lake and the forest that surrounded it. His pups came to mind, then. Warm, furry bodies brushing against him in loving gestures. An occasional lick and a bearing of teeth between the two, one wanting the brute of their "daddy's" attention. Their coarse fur and the wild scent of it was enough to call home, but suddenly the smell faded and Kolton's eyes flew open. When had he closed his eyes..? He was.. wait a minute, when did he get out of the tub? He was being rubbed down with a towel, which made him turn bright red before snatching it out of their hands to finish off the job while being sure to cover his... valuables.

As he did so, he noted just how cold it felt in the room to have no hair on ... well, any part of his body. With a bit of a draft in the room and no apparent set of clothes out for Kolton to wear as his dress clothes had vanished, he wrapped the towel tightly around his waist. Kol looked over at the two stylists, feeling confident enough that he'd secured his towel tight enough, he crossed his arms over his chest as he spoke up.

"So, since we're going to be spending quite a bit of time together, I think it's only fair that I know each of your names. I know you already know mine. It's quite famous, nowadays, I hear." He smirked slightly, looking back and forth between the two, waiting for an answer. It was the girl who spoke up first.

"Octavia," she walked over to Kol, taking a comb to his hair. What little he had left, anyway. There wasn't much you could do to style it with what bit of length there was. She had avoided eye contact the entire time since they first laid eyes on each other, but as she backed away from him, she stared directly into his eyes. It was almost enough to wipe the smirk from his face that he'd been holding there on his lips. "And that over there," she motioned with the comb over her shoulder to the guy standing off at the other end of the room dumping the soiled cloths and other items they'd used to clean him up. "That's Ammon." ...'Ah-mone'. Alright. Simple enough. Kolton nodded and waved a hand at Ammon from among his twisted arms, looking back to Octavia.

"Well, I'm glad we got that out of the way." Kolton took a deep breath, and as he was about to say something else, Ammon interrupted.

"Octavia, we really must be going. We're already a bit behind." Octavia had turned to gaze over her shoulder at the call of her name and nodded in agreement. She turned back to Kol and reached out, grabbing his shoulder. "Come. We need to move on to the next room." Kolton looked down at his towel, then back up at the two of them with a bewildered look as if to ask if that was all he was being given to wear for an extended time. Reluctantly, he followed by Octavia's side as she led him up to the door where Ammon stood to open it for both of them. Kol wandered through the doors as he rubbed a hand over the top of his head to the back of his neck, looking around the room when he suddenly laid eyes on Silver, waiting in the room with her own two stylists. His heart stopped. He quickly grabbed at the place of his towel where it held itself together, making sure it wasn't going to unravel at any given moment. Kol tried to play off his embarrassment and awkwardness.

"So, I see you're still alive, then?" He wandered over to Silver and gave her a loving side-hug, feeling a bit too awkward to give her a straight-on one, keeping his eyes above her shoulders.

[Assistant]
Silver Galloway

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Silver stood as the two stylists continued to gently clean and dry off her body one of them a red haired woman was making sure that everything looked perfect. "So maybe we should share our names huh? Silver Galloway." She introduced herself as she briefly made eyecontact with the woman cleaning off the rest of the odds and ends of her. "Sapphire." She simply said as she then started to comb through her hair, eyeing it up and down for awhile. There was so many things that they could do with it, but it would be really up to the head stylist for Silver and Kolton. A much younger man was finishing up cleaning the rest of the room dumping what little hair that they were told to cut off. "I'm Shamus." He said giving her a friendly smile.

For Capitol people they didn't really wear that much makeup or really weird hairstyles that she and Kolton have seen when they first got off of the train. When they were done Silver looked up when she saw Kolton, and quickly snatched up a towel and wrapped it around her body to make sure that he didn't see her fully naked. Silver was bright red hoping that he didn't see her, and shyly returned the hug and smiled, feeling her heart skipping a beat at his touch and smiled softly.

"I don't think that the people would like it that we died days before the Games started." Silver said jokingly as she let go of the hug, her eyes meeting Kolton's. He was really cute and attractive she just wished that neither of them were reaped into the Games, and they could actually maybe have a relationship back home. "Well time for us to take you to the lead stylist for the both of you." Sapphire said smiling at the two love birds before heading out of the room motioning for the two to follow.

Silver held one hand over the towel that was covering up her body and quickly reached over to hold Kolton's hand for comfort looking up at him, before resting her head up against Kolton's shoulder. The last several days she had just been scared in general and felt truly comfortable around Kolton since they left District 12. "So how was the torture?" Silver asked jokingly.

[User]
Kolton smiled at her reply and nodded in agreement, laughing a little. "Yeah, I suspect you're right about that." He glanced up from Silver's eyes to meet her stylist's as she spoke to them both. Sighing softly, Kolton murmured to her, "Time to go, Darlin'." He watched the stylists make their way out of the room, and while they all had their backs turned, Kolton quickly reached down to cup Silver's cheek. He leaned in and gently pressed his lips to hers, kissing her passionately. It wasn't until he heard Octavia clear her throat that he shyly pulled away.

"I wish this didn't have to happen.. but, the thought of losing you before I could even really tell you- or.. rather show you how I truly felt for you. As well as the thought of me not doing my best to protect you the way any other kid from our district might not have. I want to know you've got someone at your back at all times. And if we both die in that arena, then I'll die happy knowing I at least tried, rather than sitting on my ass back home watching it happen to you without me there. Here." Kolton swallowed hard, feeling quite proud of himself that he was able to say so much. He hadn't expected it to be said that well. Taking her hand, he entangled his fingers between hers as he pushed off the counter and walked with her towards the door, stepping past their stylists as they closed it behind them.


[System]
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Weapon: Hand axe [similar to hatchet, but more specialized in beating the crap out of something than chopping firewood]
Specialty: Party Tank [Boxing, Wrestling]
Semblance: What Is Hype May Never Die - Grows stronger and more durable in the presence of positive, giddy, or nervous energy. It's not like she turns into the Hulk in a social setting, but if she's with a friend or two cheering her on in a fight, she'll find that her blows come easier and the blows that hit her back seem like more of a dull ache than anything else.
Personality: A hot-blooded young girl with a zest for life, nights out, and a good scrap, Lauren is the epitome of a born leader with no resources to actually do anything. Growing up in a poor (poor poor) family taught her to make due with whatever help friends could offer, but in the end, only she could make what she deserved in life. Thus, a young girl who was more than happy to get loud in her parents ears grew into a bold, determined young woman who could feed off the energy of people around her and settle a situation as quickly as she could escalate it.

Quick to laugh, quick to zone out, quick to get riled up, and quick to forgive, Lauren naturally tends to be fidgety and addicted to energy. This makes her an exceedingly average and dreamy student until a team exercise rolls around.
Color: Hot white [effervescent, glossy white]
Emblem: A stick figure young woman with devil horns, twirling an axe between her stick hands.
Appearance:

When outside her uniform, Lauren gives the illusion of being an inch or two taller than her natural five foot eight, with a perpetual pep in her step and a brash loudness that seems to slightly puff her up.

Naturally dark-complected and built like a fighter, her favorite casual jacket emphasizes her build - long-sleeved, smooth white leather with a supportive gold-trimmed collar, cutting off just south of her diaphragm and exposing her (usually topless) rib cage and waist. On the back of the jacket, printed in similar burnished gold, is the word "WALLAHI" in jersey-block text. The word "BRUH" is written in the same text underneath it, where the number on a jersey would usually go.

Occasionally, when she wears it around her waist, she'll sport a black tank top in its stead.

Otherwise, her accessories are limited to half a dozen hemp bracelets up her right arm, a hair band worn around her left wrist, and an amethyst ring on her right ring finger.

[User]
Diamond - Dorm
She waited until the door closed. Then a little more. Just until they would have been out of earshot. And then…

S̴͍̣͈̮͎̰̾̈́̚N͇̫̞̹͔̥͈ͭͮͪ̒ͥA͖̗̮̖̜̔̅͊ͫ̃P̮̞̰̙̭̹̐̈͑̋̃̈͠ͅ
Diamond let out a howl of frustration and despair through clenched teeth. Somewhere out there, Esther was probably happy, because her vocal cords definitely took damage as her shadow sunk into her very being just as Diamond turned around and angrily obliterated her nightstand with an arm of glistering obsidian.

"SHEISSE!"

She flattened herself on the bed. "I can't do this." she said after a while. "Who's going to leave me next? Is mom going to snatch Emerald away if she sees what they did to her? Or are you going to be needed home perhaps, Oswald? What about the new guy we'll be inevitably getting? Should I even bother learning their name? Or do I just assign them numbers, huh?" she vented.

"I tried. I tried to get closer to you lot. Gods be my witnesses it's not easy with you, but I tried. And what good does it do me?! It's the same gods damned song, ever since day one! Left to rot alone!" her talons torn the sheets on her bed as she angrily dragged her arm along its length. "Don't you fucking dare leave before graduation, either of you!" Diamond said as she propped herself up on her arms, eyes closed. "I am tired of being abandoned. I've had enough for a lifetime."

[Assistant]
Gratia Mindaro - Beacon Cafeteria (Monday, Early Morning ~6-7am)

"If they want to, I will definitely accompany them."

There was an undercurrent of another emotion, slight and almost unnoticeable, in her cold, impassioned tone. The stoic Mistralese girl's expression remained unchanged, and her declaration seemed little different to her standard icy fare, but the more perceptive would notice that certain 'more' to her voice. In fact, her boreal demeanour even felt a little brighter, her haughty sense of pride bubbling somewhat to the surface.

She bit into the banana, chewing away at its flesh and swallowing. Each and every one of her actions were committed with the same efficient, cool motions, but there was the tiniest of extra vigour in the way she engaged her breakfast. Family Day, it seemed, was something that she was willing to engage in at more than merely a surface level.

"And what of yours?" Gratia asked after a few seconds, her banana complete and peel placed down onto her nearly-empty plate.

[User]
Although she did not show it well, Sangue felt a bit bubbly after hearing someone compliment her prosthetic. She did give the girl a short "thank you," but the redhead wondered if there was anything else she could say to properly express herself.

April then asked where she got it.

Well, someone as uneducated as Sangue wouldn't be able to craft something with so much care even if she wanted to.

"My fr…"

Were Shiro and Gren her friends?

She did not know if the thought was mutual, but Sangue believed them to be her friends. She just needed more time to know more about them. Like how she learned about her team steadily.

Yes. Steadily.

"…M…y friends… made th…is," Sangue spoke, unsure if she expressed it correctly.

Dawn asked if she or Cian could show their weapons to them.

Wouldn't it be dangerous…?

Then again, Sangue herself knew that the way she used her own weapons always risked cutting herself. Before she received her prosthetic, almost every attack had to be calculated to remotely keep up with the trained and talented students of Beacon. Even with her prosthetic, she could still see herself falling behind others if she did not continue to train herself.

And the two girls just seemed so excited to see their weapons.

Her expression unchanging, she quietly lifted her arm as she closed her eyes. Her nerves called for the Claw installed within her prosthetic to slither out slowly, the chains making clanking noises as the Claw extended itself.

"I… don't ha…ve… my blade, but… I… use this…

"…

"…thing…"

Even Sangue herself had no idea what to call the Claw. She decided to call it the Apep Arm in her mind.

Before she could do anything else, however, her scroll made her jump. She took it out quietly, only to find that she received a call from none other than Apep.

"I… sh…ould be… going…" Sangue whispered as she focused on letting her nerves pull the chains back into the prosthetic. With a small bow, the snake departed from the colorful bunch, hurriedly trying to find a quieter place to receive Apophis' call.

He hated loud places.

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 >"Apep…"
 >"I'll be there in a moment."
 >"…O…kay…"
 >"You with your team?"
 >"…N…o…"
 >"Then where the fuck are you, then?"
 >"Alone…"
 >"Well- oh, I'm actually here. No need to meet me at the docks- I've already been at this shithole before."
 >"Then…?"
 >"Cafeteria. I'm hungry."
 >"Okay…"

The dial ended abruptly.

Staring at her scroll for a moment, the red snake quietly put it away as she wandered off to the cafeteria. On her way, however, she still wondered if Apophis actually knew where the cafeteria was. He never told her that he had been at Beacon before.

So…

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"…Is that why you came over to the docks like I told you NOT to?"

They ended up meeting at the docks.

Apophis raised an eyebrow, an extremely aggravated look frozen on his face. Sangue stared at him, her eyes wider than usual.

He didn't have any more scars on him compared to when she last met him. That was a good thing.

Lifting her arm(s) slowly, Sangue approached him like a mock-up jiangshi. Much to his annoyance, the red snake quietly gave him a hug.

"Okay, I get it. Stop." The ex-manhunter growled in an almost comical way as he pushed Sangue away from him. "You're gonna flatten the fucking bread I brought."

"...?"

Sangue stared at the transparent bag Apophis waved in front of her face. It had bread, like he said.

"Most of it's for me," he muttered as he lowered the bag. "Leftovers are for you. Already heard that you upgraded the shit I made for you, so maybe you could practice eating with that prosthetic of yours."

The snake nodded. Before Apophis could solidify their schedule of eating first, however, something crossed her mind.

"A…pep…"

"What?"

"It's... been... a while..."

He couldn't disagree with that.

"Apep..."

"What?"

Reaching out for his wrist, her organic hand wrapped around it as she shook it a bit.

"…My… friends…"

"…"

…

…

…

…

Sangue tugged at his wrist softly.

"…My fr…iends…-"

"Sangue."

"Apep…"

"I understand you like your team. Like, a lot. But maybe we can wait a bit as we both prepare ourselves to meet them at top condition so that nothing could go wrong when I meet them."

"…?"

Realizing that Sangue didn't get it, Apophis screamed,

"BITCH, I'M HUNGRY."

Nevertheless, despite calling her a bunch of names, he still followed her. It didn't help that Sangue didn't even know three-fourths of his insults in the first place.

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It turned out her team was not in the dorm.

Standing outside of her dorm, she shut it, wondering where her friends were at.

"You know where they went?"

"…No…"

After a moment of silence, they resorted to just wandering down the hall in an attempt to find Sangue's team.

Scratching the back of his head, Apophis refused to admit to her that he did kind of want to know what her friends looked like.

What are they like? He wondered as he put up a thoughtful look- a rare expression that is usually overshadowed by his common, angry one. Are they emo or grunge? Goody-goody or bitchy-bitch? I don't need a bunch of edgelords infecting Sangue with bullshit.

He thought about it for a second. Just minutes before, she clung onto him like he was her dad or something. Imagining someone like Sangue spouting out Jayden Smith tweets while clutching half of her own face with her new prosthetic with a grin…

Fuck, that's worse than everything I've done up to this point of my life. Then again, there's probably a reason as to why I'm not rotting in a jail cell yet.

Eh. I'll prepare myself for anything. As long as they don't look like they'll turn Sangue into a skank, I think I'm-

A voice called out in the hallways. Glancing at the direction of the noise, he shook his head as he turned to keep going down the hall, but he stopped when he noticed Sangue standing still.

"L…auren…"

"…Say what now- FUCK, STOP PULLING AT MY ARM!"

The two began heading to the Armory.

@Suku@Crimmy

Sinatra@Krayzikk@Kaithas

[Assistant]
"Actually, Amy, I am offended too." Lauren put her hands on the hips of her new skinny jeans and glowered at Ben. "Here we are, out of bed and ready to give you company on Family Day, and all you're doing is trying is mansplaining like we don't know how to put on our own clothes in the morning? It's like you want to hide the two of us in the dorm. Like we're a couple of sticky centerfolds you need to hide under the bed before someone catches you with us. I wanted to look presentable today for you and Sangue! Long sleeves, long jeans, no navel showing! I was feeling classy! They're the most modest clothes I own - even if they are yours!"

She crossed her arms over the unbuttoned collar of Ben's henley, and her frown only grew more pronounced.

"But I guess all that hard work's still not good enough for Cardinal Ben, Desire. I guess it's back to the convent with us. We shouldn't keep the death march to menopause waiting. And after all this time I spent picking the locks on our chast--"

"L…auren…"

Lauren whirled at the soft, airy tone of voice. It wouldn't have been detectable to most ears, but Lauren had spent the past week tuning her senses to pick it up as clearly as others heard her. Her look of mock aggravation spread into a wide smile.

"Sangue!" She stuck one hand in her pocket and waved the other at her beloved snake-sister cheerfully. "Come on over, baby girl! Am and I were just telling Cap how excited we all are to have the day off together!"


[System]
Appearance/Image:

Without wold ears of course
Age: 17

Gender: Female

Height/Weight: 5'8 / 130 lbs

Personality: Aoi keeps a smile on her face at all times, always seeming happy to be around everyone, but there is a reason that the guilt-ridden Longinus chose her as his master. Deep down she feels guilty about one specific event from her past and it's constantly eating at her.

Character Alignment: Neutral Good

Class Affinity: Lancer

Background:
Aoi grew up in a short lineage of mages, their ancestors only learning magic a handful of generations previously. Due to this, the strength behind her spells isn't as powerful nor does she have knowledge in a wide variety. What she does know though is how to use what little she knows effectively and efficiently. While none of her spells are directly lethal, she was taught from a young age how to use them in combat situations, regardless if it's for defense or offense.

However, that doesn't mean she enjoys using her magic or fighting in general. In fact, several years ago during combat training with her younger sister, she accidentally blinded her permanently. It's Aoi's biggest regret, knowing that she took away someone's senses, especially someone she felt so close with. Even after all this time, she hasn't forgiven her actions that day, even if her younger sibling already has.

Position: Director of School Events

Known Magic (If Any): Light

Special Talents/Hobbies: She enjoys experimenting with the different spells she knows to see what other things she can do with her light magic.

Ambition: To wish for her sister's sight back.

Longinus; Lawful Good Lancer
STR: C(B), AGI: C(B), END: D(C), MANA: E(D), LUK: D(C), NP: A(EX)

Noble Phantasm:
- Spear of Destiny: The spearhead of Longinus' weapon is still stained with the blood of Jesus, even after all this time. When it's true name is spoken, it becomes capable of piercing through any obstacle that stands in it's path, including but not limited to concrete, metal, armor, and magical barriers though he can still miss his target if he's too inaccurate or they are capable of dodging out of the way. It also permanently removes a servant's divinity, making them decrease to that of a human servant.

This is an Anti-Unit/Anti-Divine Noble Phantasm that Targets: 1 person.

-Pure Eyes of Faith: The ability to see that which cannot normally be seen. They are similar to Mystic Eyes, but differ in that Pure Eyes are like inheriting fate or destiny rather than inheriting a genetic trait. They can only be inherited by "humans" with high spiritual power and they are an ability saints may often possess. Longinus' is colored white, giving him the appearance of one who is blind when in fact he can see better than almost anyone.

This is an Anti-Unit Noble Phantasm that Targets: 1-100 person(s).

Include: The user gains the armor and spear of Longinus.

Install: Grants his Noble Phantasms, Skills, Parameters, and the weapons of Longinus.

Install Skills:
- God Slayer D(D+): For having been the one who inflicted the final wound to Jesus Christ, he has been granted the skill of God Slayer, though because he was weakened and already near death the skill isn't as powerful.

- Protection of the Faith B-(B): As it was all a part of God's plan, Jesus forgave Longinus for all of his past misdeeds, protecting him so the ex-soldier could spread the gospel.

- Magic Resistance C(B+): An automatically assigned skill for being apart of the Lancer class.

- Divinity E(E): As seen with David, Saint Martha, and other Christian saints, Longinus receives a small rank of divinity for his worship among some sects of Christianity. However, while Jesus may have forgiven him, not all of his followers did so. This controversial rank of Saint has lead to an ever lower rank of Divinity.

- Clairvoyance C-(C): It is said that before stabbing Christ with his spear, Longinus had been weak-sighted, but when blood flowed out from Jesus' body, it had fallen upon his face and cleared him of his vision problems. In fact, it made his vision superior to the normal human, granting him Pure Eyes of Faith.

Install Appearance: Longinus' armor is a modified set of a low ranking Roman soldier, with all of its imperial iconography stripped and replaced with crosses to show respect to the messiah who had sacrificed himself for humanity. What was once a normal Roman spear was also transformed by Jesus' blood, transforming it to a more ornate and deadly weapon. Finally, when installed, the user's eyes also turn white, similar to how a blind person would appear.

Servant Biography:
Longinus was a low ranking Roman soldier who had never even seen combat during his service in the legion. He had been tasked with keeping the peace in the city of Jerusalem, at best dispersing crowds of Jews when they became rowdy over their prophet's newest miraculous act. He knew that it was all a sham and that soon this Jesus of Nazareth would be revealed to be the charlatan that he and his legionaries new him to be.

However, when the day came that Jesus was finally caught and charged for his crimes against the Empire, Longinus experienced a tightness in his chest. This was wrong. It wasn't a trial, it was an execution. His punishment more severe than anyone else would experience for committing the same crimes. Seeing this martyr struggle up the hill, bleeding and suffering, the Roman soldier could barely hold back his tears.

The next nine hours, Longinus would watch over Jesus and his grieving disciples before finally realizing that there was only one way to end this man's suffering. After his friends and family had given their goodbyes, the spearman approached the dying son of God and impaled him in the side, finally ending his torment.

Abandoning the Roman army, Longinus would spend the remaining years of his life repenting for his sins, spreading tales and scripture of the man who's life he had ended. Some paint him as a saint while others regard him as merely a pawn of Emperor Tiberius.

Servant Personality:
While his master may hide her regret behind a false smile, Longinus does the opposite. He does not hide his remorse and sorrow, his every action intended to bring him one step closer to the unachievable goal of being able to see himself as worthy to finally join his lord in Heaven. His only obstacle is himself.
Theme:

[User]
Start of a journey
A flash of light tore through the dark tunnel as a speeding train came through faster and faster without stop. It was clear something was wrong as it started to tip to its side as the cars started to collide with each other all the while. It was clearly a disaster but this was only the beginning. All across the city, various disasters were reported. The fire started to spread across the city all the while seemingly overtaking the city. All the while soldiers dressed in Chinese garb was slowly making its way towards Fudomine high.

All the while the student council which was forced to stay behind due to a festival which was forced upon them by the school board. Kuremi who at the circular table sighed as she leaned back on her overly large chair her feet propped up on the table. Waiting for the others to arrive. All of them unaware of the approaching men that were coming towards the school at a steady pace. Their blue garb striking in its uniformity as they marched in sync as they approached the building which was coming to sight. Looking at the clock on the wall it the others would be arriving soon as she waited for the others to arrive as she took her feet of the table and started to spin in her chair.

[Assistant]
It was -- with a stifled yawn -- that Fudomine Academy's newest Librarian Aide, Margaret Gertrude Karp (better known as Maggie) set to shelving the last book on her cart: 'Lying Hearts and Dragon's Fire,' the title read. Holding it, she read the summary, "First-sight romance and hasty lies, burning up two hearts, awakens a vengeful dragon in the soul of a desperate princess, and sends a foolish priest on a fearful race for survival." Maggie rolled her eyes, and shelved the book; she didn't have time for such farces of fancy.

Maggie didn't believe in love -- especially at first sight. It was simply beyond her, since the things she'd loved the most were ripped cleanly, yet sloppily, away from her at a young age; this level of allowing herself to simply trust was an immense hurdle to pass, in and of itself. Sighing, she pushed the book out of her thoughts, and wheeled the cart to the backroom; she needed to finish up her duties, and press on.

Looking to the Librarian, she offered a nervously polite bow, as she proclaimed, "I've finished all my tasks, Hotsuin-sensei," she says. "If you don't need me, I'll be heading off." Looking over, the rather extravagant looking woman just gave her a dismissive smile, as she was face stuffed with a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Maggie didn't question it, but she hurried took her bag.

Surely, Kuremi-senpai was getting impatient with her absent Treasurer -- but, it wasn't her fault that she was also the Librarian Aide, and she had a prior commitment in that. Still, she hurried...

...smashing into him.
 Maggie's entire world flipped, as she took in, unknown to her, a fellow colleague upon the Student Council. For a moment, her breath held, hostage in her throat, as she stared at him; eyes wide, mouth gaping, heart pounding. Habitual panic started to gnaw at her, as he radiated danger unknown -- not threat, not death, but affection. In a single instant, the concept of "soulmates" clicked with her.

And, she didn't even know his name.

However, she knew to run.

Thus, she ran for the Student Council Room...

[User]
...Oh right. Today was Dad's birthday." A young man thought to himself, looking out the window of the classroom he was cleaning. The rest of the people on cleaning duty had long since left, leaving the Vice-President alone in the room. He always insisted on being last to leave anyways, since he had Student Council after regular classes. Walking over to the window, he placed his hand against and looked out over the city, eyes narrowing as he saw smoke in the distance. "...Fire? Was there an accident?" he pondered, questions directed to nobody going nowhere fast.

Finishing up in that room, his footsteps echoed through the relatively empty halls as he cast his gaze up to the ceiling. Today, just like any other, he'd hold out hope that his father would return out of nowhere, to say that he'd missed him so much, and apologize for all the time lost. But...this was reality, he reminded himself, only to deny even that fact of life. It was at the point now that he scarcely remembered what his father looked like, save for when he looked at the photograph he had in his wallet, the constant reminder of his hope and delusions. Keeping his head turned up, he had no time to react as a certain crimson-curled-comet slammed into him, knocking him onto his side.

Completely caught off guard, he was shocked as he looked up to see a girl...awfully surprised at just how lost he'd been. Before he could offer an apology upon standing, she ran away immediately. That was...odd. He felt guilty though, having not paid attention in the hall. Thinking back on it, her red hair definitely stood out...she was the Student Council Treasurer, right? Well, he'd have a chance to apologize, since he imagined she was going to the meeting as well.

Sliding open the door, he said: "Noboru Maki, present. Sorry I'm late Prez, cleaning ran a little long." he said, watching the President spin around in her chair. Wordlessly taking a seat, Noboru looked to Maggie and scratched the back of his head. "About the hallway thing...sorry about that. I was spacing out, was all," he said with a small smile on his face. "So Prez, what are we planning to do for the festival? Can't believe they pulled this on us last minute..."

[Assistant]
Please leave me alone.

"And then I heard that the two of them..."

I don't care.

"But out of nowhere, this cop shows up and..."

I'm late. Please just let me leave.

"So after all this, he took her back to his place..."

Just stop. I don't care about your stupid gossip. I just want to be by myself.

"And that's why she didn't show up for school today."

"Man, I would have never guessed she'd get into that kind of trouble, Hana. Listen though, I've got a student council meeting to go to right now so how about we continue this tomorrow?"

"No need, I can just call you later tonight."

"Great. Talk to you then."

As Aoi walked away from her "friend" she could hear Hana begin spreading more hurtful rumors to another group of girls, and she wasn't sure if it was her imagination or not, but she was pretty sure that Hana mentioned her name as well. She wasn't surprised. Aoi was used to this sort of treatment, but like all of her other life problems, she ignored it with a smile. Why bother making a big deal about it? She should just focus on getting to the meeting. Definitely not think about whatever hurtful stuff Hana is saying behind her back.

The girl let out a sigh, giving herself just one opportunity to express her actual hidden feelings before forcing on a bright smile and opening the door to the student council. "Sorry I'm late, I got held up by foot traffic. I didn't miss anything did I?"


[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]
Victoria understood where Vail was coming from. But she was also headstrong and he wasn't her husband to make decisions for her, even if they came from a good place and with love. She barely knew the Moncouriers to send them in her stead, even if they were kind of family, she couldn't trust Francois because of what he put her mother through, though they had since reconciled due to the situation. She did not expect Vail to like or agree with her idea so when she met his gaze, there was only disappointment in her eyes. Not with Vail but her own weaknesses standing in the way of her doing what she wanted.

"I understand that Vail, but they risked their lives to get us out of there alive." Although ironically, she was dead at the time. "I cannot simply wait around and do nothing." She was clearly upset and emotional about the situation by the way her eyes welled up with tears.

"I'll go alone." James stepped forward and offered to go for her. "Vail is right, you're too fragile right now. You need to adjust to your new senses and get any bloodlust under control." He pointed out. "I only just fund you, sister. I do not wish to lose you already."

Victoria winced at James. "And I don't want you to face the Wynters by yourself. Look at what one of them did to the Hygraces." She gestured to Peter's devastated form. "And you do not know London like we do."

"Perhaps Lady Macey could be my guide then?" He suggested and turned to Sylvie. "She seems to be getting around undetected." He made a valid point and Victoria hesitated. She looked over to Vail for his opinion, since Sylvie was his friend and (ex-fiancé technically) and he was pretty much the head of the Hygrace clan right now with Peter out of commission and Katherine too focused on him. He could not speak for the Moncouriers or Crests but his decisions could override everyone else's purely because he was the strongest vampire in the room.

[Assistant]
Vail had tried to be diplomatic for the sake of avoiding a conflict in front of his relatives, but it seemed like Victoria was either unaware of how difficult her adjustment could be or genuinely didn't care about the dangers of it. He studied her determined face quietly. Even though she was no longer human, it seemed like it was going to take time for her to lose her mortal mindset. Humans often rushed into situations without thinking through every detail, acutely aware of their race against the time and anxious to make use of every second they had. They were a fast-paced species because of their short lifespans. They didn't have the luxury of waiting and planning and moving forward with a level head like his kind did.

Meanwhile, vampires were often much more patient and pragmatic. It was the reason why the Wynters had managed to levy themselves into a position of power so quickly. They had been biding their time for generations, waiting until the opportune moment to strike. The birth of Victoria, whose blood was like the nectar of the gods to their people, was the opportunity they had been seeking for over a century. Now, that advantage had been stolen away from them, but the rival clan was still years ahead of them in terms of strategizing. If Victoria rushed into England blindly, with little to no control over herself as a fledgling, she was going to get herself killed.

Fortunately, her half-brother proposed an alternative solution that both kept her safe and satisfied her desire to not waste any time. He relaxed and shot the other man a grateful look, appreciative that the burden of convincing Victoria to remain in Scotland had been lifted from his shoulders.

"The Wynters have no idea that I'm in communication with the Hygraces, so they don't pay close attention to my movements," Sylvia explained the reason why she was able to travel freely. "My family has yet to submit to them, but my father hasn't spoken out either. Remaining neutral has worked to our benefit for the time being. Until the Wynters demand out loyalty, they leave us alone. However," she smiled at the halfbreed. "I do know London like the back of my hand and would be happy to guide you if you. I'll be leaving this place in the morning, and you're welcome to come with me to look for those two humans."

[User]
Victoria would feel better if James went with Sylvia who knew the town and that the Wynters did not suspect her movements yet. She seemed satiated with that answer and relented with a nod at both Sylvie and her brother. "Very well. Maybe that is the best chance we have." Thinking back to the moment she and Vail met Ray in the alleyway whom thought she was in need of rescuing from Vail when she had lured him out on purpose and the three injured each other. They had come a long way since then and Ray had helped her escape Gerald's mad plans and the diabolical Spencer. If it weren't for him, she and Vail wouldn't have even seen each other. He helped the couple to be as close as they were now. As if he were cupid. She felt as though she owed Ray and felt obliged to help him if he were in trouble.

"Then it's settled. We ride out at first light. Perhaps we can obtain more intel on the Wynters' movements." James concurred with a charming smile to ease Victoria's anxiety. The Lady Crest conceded to her brother's plan. James shot a wink at Vail as Victoria looked away. It was his job to protect his little sister. He knew Vail was grateful for his assistance in keeping her from harms way. He saw the way Vail was so worried over her lifeless body, pining for her to wake up. Despite all the odds, Victoria came back to him. Their love must have been strong to allow such a miracle.

"Then there is little else we can do but to celebrate the return of our chere Victoria and dine together as a united clan. Let us enjoy each other's company before we bid my son and Lady Macey a temporary farewell. Diana's sister has prepared a feast that would even satisfy a vampire." Francois suggested as Victoria eyed him over. Was he trying to play the doting stepfather now?

"I trust everyone is well enough fed to compose themselves around Victoria's mortal family?" Francois took a patriarchal role on behalf of the Crests. "Lady and Lord Hygrace you are welcome to join us if you feel up to it." He extended the invitation to Vail's parents, though he doubted they would join them and pretend to play happy families with the Moncourier-Crest clan, where one of their offspring was a half breed and the other one was a turned mortal. Whether they liked it or not Vail chose Victoria and wanted to be with her. If he was serious about it then one day she would be his wife and they would have to accept it.

Francois led the way back to Victoria's aunts manor house. James offered his arm to Sylvie to escort her to dinner.

[Assistant]
Vail nodded, "Please be sure to tell us if you come across anything at all." He was mildly concerned about James' and Sylvia's safety while they ran espionage for the Hygraces and the Moncouriers, but it was inarguably the best solution for everyone involved. His old friend knew the area well and could travel about without raising suspicion, and James was youthful and eager to help her. The two of them would make a capable pair both to find Ray and Gerald—assuming the humans were still alive—and to learn a little more about what the Wynters were doing in London. Any information that they could gain at all would be helpful to everyone in their efforts to stop the rival clan from starting a war that could quite possibly ruin relations between humans and vampires for a millennia.

Francois's suggestion of joining Diana's family for dinner appealed to Vail even more strongly. He turned to the leader of the Moncourier clan with an idle nod when the elder vampire queried about whether the rest of them had fed recently enough to keep their composure around their human hosts. It had been a week since he'd last drank any blood, but he was still getting by on the enormous dose he'd had when he'd drained Victoria. He had a mild craving for the excess iron in her blood specifically, something that no longer existed now that she'd been turned, but he wasn't yet hungry for the flow in a regular mortal. He felt sure that he could last at least a few more days before he really felt the urge to go hunting.

The rest of the Hygraces were in good condition as well. Katherine had been making sure that all of her nieces and nephews satisfied their bloodlust regularly out of courtesy for the people that were risking their own lives by harboring them. The Crests were the Hygrace clan's only hope for refuge until they could return to England, so it would have been problematic if any of the vampires attacked even a servant on the estate. Out of all of them, Peter was the only one who was too unstable to even be near a human. Surviving on the blood of captured rabbits and other small woodland creatures that were brought to him regularly, it was likely that he would snap at the faintest whiff of mortal blood.

So, when Francois extended his invitation to the married leaders, Katherine smiled politely and shook her head, "Thank you, but I will stay here with Peter."

Since they were remaining behind, Vail bade his parents farewell and took Victoria by the hand again as they went with the rest of the group back to the manor to eat. "Are you feeling hungry at all?" he asked her curiously, watching as Sylvia smiled brightly at James when he offered her his arm. Even though they ate regular food too, hunger pangs were, to vampires, a sign that they needed to feed on blood, and he wasn't sure how long it would take before the Crest heiress would need to hunt for the first time. If she was developing an appetite, it would be best for them to keep some distance from her human relatives at dinner.

[User]
Victoria noticed that Kathryn was nice to even Francois, a total stranger, because he was a vampire. The only one she wasn't nice or welcoming to was Victoria herself. Even though she was now a vampire, she still wasn't welcome to the Hygrace clan. She was done trying to win them round. They were not her family and not her problem. She didn't bother to say goodbye or even bow on her departure. If they were not to treat her with respect, she would show them none. Vail was the only Hygrace she cared about.

As James and Sylvie walked on ahead, Victoria took a slower walk due to her body's weakness. As Vail asked her a question, it brought her out of her thoughts. "I do feel hungry…but for human food." She was used to human food, so her stomach was craving that right now. Her body was drained of energy and needed the nutrients it was used to. There was no craving for blood yet. She wondered how James coped with bloodlust being only half a vampire.

As the couple entered the manor house, Victoria could smell chicken and her stomach rumbled and her mouth salivated. But as she entered the dining room with Vail, a new smell entered her nostrils. Blood. The dining table was set out with a banquet fit for a king but the wine glasses at the table were filled with blood.

Francois kept guard over Diana and her sister at the other end of the table. They loved Victoria but they were wary of her new vampiric state. She wanted to go over to them both and hug them. Instead she smiled and greeted her aunt with a smile. "It is good to see you Aunty." She said to the red headed woman who was one year older than Diana. She reciprocated her affections to her niece.

"Please sit." Francois indicated to a chair at the opposite end of the table. "Should you have a craving of blood, we have made your first feed easier for you." He explained to Victoria as she took a seat and tentatively looked at the wine glass full of blood.

"Whose blood is this?" She asked as the smell was highly metallic, not as high in iron as hers used to be, but she could smell it.

"Mine." Diana revealed. "I donated some blood in case you needed some upon waking."

"Try it." Francois suggested. Victoria took the glass and sniffed it. She felt sick. She still had her blood phobia and she started to tremble holding the blood in her hand. Still, she tentatively touched the glass to her ruby lips and took a gentle sip. She gagged and set the glass down and shook her head at it and pulled a face. "I can't."