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Age: 20

Appearance:

Height: 180 cms

Weight: 93 kg

Likes: Anime, gardening, cooking, games, reading, writing, most forms of spirits, the occult.

Dislikes: Wine, Beer, social interaction with most people, confrontation, himself.

Zodiac Sign: Scorpio

Special Talent: Joseph is a surprisingly good cook, a talent that comes from living alone for a few years now, wandering the country and doing what he can to make the food he scrounges up somewhat edible.

He is also a decent writer, keeping several journals filled with stories from his travels, often adapted into a fantasy setting.

Profession: Unemployed, and technically homeless. If you were to ask him, however, he'd probably say he's a wanderer, like Kenshin. He'd then immediately hide his face and shy away, realising he'd just tarried to talk about anime with a 'real' person.

Bio/Personality: For pretty much his entire life, Joseph has been a fairly withdrawn person. He never quite managed to get the hang of social interaction, and he had an annoying tendency to miss a lot of social cues.

This got to the point where, by the time he was fifteen, he had only ever had two friends, a pair of sisters who he knew when they were all kids. They managed to be friends for a good six years, before they moved away to somewhere across the country. After they left, he all but gave up on talking to other people entirely, retreating into the magical digital world of games, anime and writing. Things were going great, right up until one day when he was sixteen. What changed, you ask?

Well, his parents died. Car crash.

This led to a problem, in that back when they got married, it wasn't exactly with the approval of either of their parents. In fact, according to the stories they told him, it was with very adamant disapproval. Therefore, they did something that, in their minds, was the obvious choice, and ran away to the other side of the country to elope. Honestly, Joseph could kind of see his grandparents points, considering that his mother was the only child and 'heiress' to an honestly ridiculously wealthy family, his father was the son of an abusive heroin addict of a mother and a father who quite possibly didn't even know of his existence, having disappeared before his mother even learned of the pregnancy, and they were seventeen and sixteen respectively at the time of their escape. However, it also led him to a problem.

He was still a minor, and the government would probably try to place him in his richer grandparents care. He'd seen enough anime to know how they may very well see him, especially considering how they apparently saw his dad.

And so, out of fear of being put in the care of resentful grandparents, combined with the less than stellar mindset you tend to find yourself in when both of your parents have suddenly been stolen away from you, he did the only thing he could think of at the time.

Ask uncle google what you would need to survive on the road, gather it up along with your important keepsakes, and run away from home.

For the next four years, he traveled all across America. He managed to make enough money to not starve to death doing odd jobs, usually helping out on farms and the like. However, he still remained fairly withdrawn socially, never connecting with the people he helped in the way he would have liked.

Now, he has arrived in Sol city, wondering if perhaps it might be a nice time to stop wandering.

Your character's favorite song: Going Home, from Bleach.

The following is not required, but we strongly encourage you to at least put a little something. In the past we have found that when players get to know each other as real people, not just as names on a screen, it helps the longevity of the game. Seriously, please get to know your fellow players.

Tell us about yourself:

*Your age:
21

*What part of the world are you from?
Australia

*How many years have you been writing/roleplaying: (if you're on your first year, that's totally fine too)
Well, I started around January this year, so I'm still kind of inexperienced compared to a lot of other people I've met.

*How often do you have time to post? (this is just a general, honest question, no judgment)
Gonna be honest, it kind of fluctuates. Sometimes I'll be able to post once a day, or even more, and then other times a full week will pass before I can get to it.

*Anything else you want to mention? What you do for a living? How much do you work a week? What do you enjoy doing besides writing? Put as much as you want.

Honestly, I don't really know what to say. I'm currently looking for a job, but don't have one at the moment. I'm dreadfully shy in real life, so that makes it a little difficult. Apart from writing, I don't have a whole lot of real hobbies. I guess martial arts and cooking could also count, but I haven't cooked in a little while.
So yeah, not really a whole lot I can say...

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Ren White

Ugh, after the car trip with Marlin behind the wheel, Ren felt like he was going to throw up. But at least they'd been able to get home quickly.

"The building? Right, yeah, well... It's alright. T-thanks for the -ugh- ride... See you around."

He managed to spit out, before rushing out of the car. Back in his apartment Ren was more exhausted than he could remember being in a long time. What a night. His memories flashed back to the mysterious blonde man who'd jumped him from the stage.@Aladdin_Sane Why on earth would he kiss me... It's not like I'm- He sighed. Ren didn't know what he was, nor did he intend to find out that evening. He was grateful for Marlin who'd kept him company that night. She was fun to be around.@PrinceAlexus Maybe I should've asked for her number...

Changing into his pyjamas, Ren was quickly finished with his night time routine and fell down face first onto his bed. Please let me fall asleep quickly tonight... Luckily, he did.

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Time skip

Free . Wensday Evening

As darkness fell over the quiet city areas outside the busy roads as rushour ebbed and flowed, traffic began to calm and a cool crisp night fell across Sol City, in the wilderness a cloudless sky was lit by the stars.

The Old Starboard is closed tonight for staff training
All other venues open.
Arcade night. Half price games and fast food

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Victoria Darya Romus
Old Harbour . Wensday Evening

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Victoria was had been busy that day, a company website had broken and they needed it fixed yesterday. 5 hours work and a few broken code sections repaired and Victoria had made 400 dollers once you counted in the taxes and fees at the bank. Not a bad days work. Pay was great but was highly intermittent and this could be one job or 10 this month.

Marilania had been pretty quiet, in the morning and struggled with the the events, work hasd her see a doctor, police, duty reassignment. It had been a busy day. Marlin always was the same and distracted herself with work volunteering for a night shift at the cargo airport.

It was not healthy but her sister, was her sister and she would not change for anyone.

Watching the sun set, Victoria was bored, and the apartment was lonely flicking off a awful film of Sarah the amazon vs the lesbian vampires, maybe Milo would be about, Ren, Marilania had made a few freinds and she could always be abit cheeky and get to know em.

Getting dressed, she barely had bothered to get changed out of shorts and a t shirt all day, perks of working from home and changed into a nicer dress, coat and a pair of Comfey kitten heals.

Sol City . Wensday Evening

Wandering slowly out into the bustling city, it was busy but a week night and everyone was busy getting home or heading out. No one noticed a small pale woman with a walking stick and looked out over centre point. The place was bustling, lively.

The sun was dipping below the sky casting the last of the days light over the upper windows, it had a look of its own you could not discribe. It felt nice to get out and about, there had to be somthing going on and looked out for a event or some place to go enjoy a few hours out of the house.

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Milo Ventri

Final Round Armoury, Tuesday

 Milo took the next day off from his work, luckily working for himself lets him have that kind of choice. However he did get back to it as the days passed and the pain in his leg had subsided. Every once and while throughout the day he called back to the jazz night he had attended and the travesty that it had been, but the night had still left him a few good things, the card he now had with Victoria's information on it and the memory of the small kiss on the cheek, not one to usually get distracted, Milo jumped when his hammer missed the steel and clanged loudly on the anvil. He set the hammer down and went back to his apartment, not much else to do.

Final Round Armoury, Wednesday

 Milo spent the majority of his day finishing a few pieces that had been contracted by some men out east, swordsmen that were in a competition circuit, much like he used to. When the blade was done he looked it over, a german longsword, his favorite, yet nothing like the one he made for himself, he gave it a few swings, checked the edge, the balance, then it was packed away to be shipped.... Milo had never been to the post office.... that was the one thing that he had to make sure he had looked for this week, instead he went to a party, this was not the week he had planned for.

Wednesday evening

 Milo got on his bike with three long boxes strapped to his back, he took off down the road to try and find the post office, what a mess. He rode his bike towards the area he believed he had seen town hall, post offices are usually nearby, or at least a fedex or something, who knows, this was exactly how he had gotten into a mess the other day, maybe the city would lead him to another.

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Joseph, as often seemed to be the case these days, was lost. He may have talent in many areas, but direction was not one of them. In fact, as with but about all skill sets he lacked, it seemed like nature had actively pulled from them to fuel the few he actually had. Not only that, it had pulled way more than it had given, which was why while searching for the warehouses by the docks snowgirl had told him about, he somehow wound up in an area quite distinctly not filled with warehouses. In fact, it was a pretty nice side of town. The journey itself had taken pretty much all of Tuesday, as he found himself not being able to walk as quickly as usual due to lack of food.

Which brought him to his second predicament.

He was pretty much starving.

At this point, it had been about a week since his last meal, and it was whining to take a real toll on him. Sure, he could've perhaps begged or something and maybe have gotten enough money to buy something, but he was way to nervous to do that. People would be judging him every time they have him anything, and despite his outburst at the Swansong the other night, he was usually not the kind of person who coped well with confrontation.

Either way, it didn't matter too much now. He doubted anyone here would offer him much in the way of money or food. Sure, there was a possibility he might strike it lucky and run into one of the nice ones like snowgirl, but with his luck, it'd probably be someone like Castro again.

Then again, it probably wasnt going to matter much anyway, considering his legs just have out. His eyes widened as he came to this realisation, right before he collided with the footpath.

Despite the pain, however, he merely chuckled for a moment, before sighing and rolling himself into his back, staring up at the sky.

"How long has it been since I last collapsed?" He muttered to himself. "I don't think this has happened since my first year wandering..."

He sighed again, as he looked to the building he'd collapsed directly in front of.

Well, he sure hoped the rich folk inside were some of the kind ones, otherwise his wandering may very well come to an end right there!


[System]
Class: Paladin

Age: 36

Sex: Male

Race: Draenei

Gear:

History: Eantu has felt the call to battle against the legion since he was an adolescent. The more he heard about the Burning Legion, the more he wished that he had the opportunity to fight against it. Eantu has always felt that those stronger then others have the responsibility to protect those who can't protect themselves. He has nothing but hatred against the Burning legion and will not hesitate to cut down fel-guards and other demons. After leaving the Exodar as a young man, he traveled the world and attempted to right as many wrongs as possible while always keeping an eye out for legion activity. After hearing of what happened to the Horde and the Alliance at the broken isles, Eantu immediately grabbed his battle gear and headed for the Broken isles. It was shortly after he reached the islands that he received a mysterious letter.

Why are you joining up with the Wardens: As someone who despises the legion, Eantu has joined the wardens to protect others and give the demons of the Burning legion a fight they won't soon forget.

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Thalion Runescar

The sun was high in the sky as Thalion arrived at the home of the wardens. The overall structure was heavily influenced by elven architecture and a grand fountain in the courtyard heralding Elunes infinite blessings had been arranged flawlessly with the layout. The gardens surrounding the area were well tended, both magically and by the groundskeepers who seemed to take great pride in their loving reverence to their moon goddess. Being a Blood Elf, all he felt was a sickening sense of something akin to distrust. It was only thanks to his personal need to detach himself from both Horde and Alliance politics that allowed him to ignore his racial dislike of other Elves. His hands grasped the handles of his swords as if reassuring him that should it come to blows.. Well, he was prepared in any case.

Wrapped in his usual hunting leathers he approached the compound openly. His gait was steady and balanced, meant to show others his confidence and ability without ever needing to display his prowess with the twin swords at his belt. Arrogance was another way to describe it to the callous onlooker. To believe this Rogue thought highly of himself because he had been chosen by the wardens would be a fatal miscalculation to the unwary. Thalion had a high opinion of himself because he had earned it.
An outcast didn't last long if they weren't capable.

Rather than waltz into the main compound, as he likely was expected to, Thalion instead choes to remain in the courtyard and take in the sights of this place. Few beyond the wardens themselves were allowed to see it. He would wait outside in the sun until he was called on. An organization like this not only knew he was coming, they had sentries. Someone would send word of a Rogue idling in the courtyard. The guards had simply let him in anyways. Only further confirming to him his course of action was proper.

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Alina Erebos

The enveloping rays of light that came from the clear sky above reassured Alina that she was making the right decision in coming to this stronghold. Though, she could have done without the elvish architecture, somewhat glad that her cowl hid the disapproval that her face would have been clearly displaying. Or, while she didn't mind the buildings themselves, she never understood the elves when it came to the goddess Elune, and to even a greater extent priestess' dedicated to Elune. But, she knew better than to question those who had so humbly invited her to join a worthy cause, knowing full well that she'd have to put her own allegiances to the side for the sake of her new cause.

Alina was cloaked in some of her finest garments that the Church of the Holy Light had provided to her, dawned in white with her face cloaked in darkness. She could barely feel her staff as it was pressed against her back, the light weapon hardly seeing any combat use outside of being a conduit of her varied power. Both gave her slight comfort, though she felt it wasn't very needed. Her old armor and staff suited her just fine, but she couldn't refuse a simple upgrade, especially now that she was going to do something more than help in the background. In fact, she saw this entire situation as an improvement than simply being called on a campaign for duties such as healing wounded, or on a rarer case making someone's mind and body suffer in unimaginable ways for the greater good. Perhaps that was why she was selected, for her understanding in balancing the opposing forces of shadow and light, and for her studies in scriptures both virtuous and vile.

Speaking of potential... Alina noticed as she walked through the courtyard that another resided around as well, and from her initial observations, she could see the contrast that they held when compared to the courtyard. She knew that they didn't pose an immediate threat, if any at all, due to how they were both nearby the warden's compound. If they truly were someone that wished harm upon her or the Wardens, she was sure that they wouldn't be out in the open for the Warden's to spot them. Maybe they found something fascinating in the area that Alina did not, but regardless, she had somewhere better to be than with a stranger, and as such she simply passed by.

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Rina Starbreeze

Rina Starbreeze, former Sentinel and Champion of Elune, smelled the air - as she approached the Warden' Stronghold. One could never be too careful with demons, or their servants. It was thing, the Lich King had eagerly taught his 'acolytes' - namely about sensing and smelling the blood of their enemies. To almost taste their fear and drink it in - and in those moments, when their blade cleaved innocent flesh to revel and enjoy it.

It was a moment, that many a Death Knight of Acherus experienced - and a chain that they all carried with them; hidden in the deepest reaches of their scarred souls. She then moved on, do the main entrance - keeping her hood on, hiding her slightly pale face and blue eyes underneath the hood.

The winds kept beating against it, slivers of her blood-red hair visible from underneath. The letter said, that many a Hero was invited - while she was neither a Sentinel or Champion anymore. She was still kal'dorei or night elf - and that was something the Lich King could never change about her. She wasn't Elune' Champion - but she was her cold Wrath and Fury. Especially know, with the chance to make the demons themselves fear death.

In her mind, Rina just 'hoped' - that the Wardens here wouldn't try to attack her on the spot, due to her difference - as she arrived into the courtyard, hood still up. Many a Death Knight had been welcomed back to their respective faction; yet they were always afraid of and scared. Those blue eyes reminding many of the former Scourge.

[Assistant]
The first time someone would lay eyes upon the Warden Stronghold, it would appear only to be a grand abandoned castle in the far distance. Upon closer inspection, they would see movement upon the massive walls and in the towers that protected the main structures that made up the fortress. The Wardens kept a close eye on all those that came within a certain distance, preparing themselves to defend the stronghold if those who approached turned out to be hostile.

The main gate at the front of the castle wasn't a gate at all, it was a large metal door that could be lowered or raised, depending on the situation and had been left open for the moment to allow the guests to enter into the courtyard where they were to wait until being addressed by Solares herself. The letter that had been sent out to each of them didn't say this, it was just common sense, something to be expected by guests.

Every step the guests took, every small movement they made, everything they did, from walking up to the gateway to entering the courtyard and wandering around, was being watched by the eyes of the Wardens. The guests who had already arrived would soon find out that the Wardens ran an incredibly efficient and well organised faction that always maintained its honor and respect. What each of them faced with the Legions return was no laughing matter, there was no time for messing around or any form of misbehavior.

"Sargent Solares, three of the guests have arrived." The Warden that had walked over to Solares and Nesalla paused before continuing, confident that they were not going to give any orders for the time being. "If their descriptions are correct, Rina Starbreeze, Alina Erebos, Thalion Runescar have arrived and are idling near the fountain of Elune, in the middle of the Courtyard." Solares and Nesalla stood up at the time and carefully placed their helmets back onto their heads and left the other Warden without saying a word.

It only took a few short moments for them to find their guests and as they approached, both Solares and Nesalla walked in step with each other in form of habit. Nesalla remained silent while Solares spoke, introducing the two of them. "I am Solares Embersong and this is Nesalla Moonshadow. We both serve Maiev Shadowsong in any task she may ask of us, though at the moment she is busy and has put the two of us in charge of the forces upon this island as well as a number of important tasks.

Solares paused for a moment, then continued with what she wanted to say. "Once the rest of those I have asked to join us this afternoon arrive, we will make our way inside and all will explained to you in great detail." She paused once more letting everything that she had said thus far sink in. "I recommend you three get to know each other as soon as possible, you all will be here for quite a while." said Nesalla, finally breaking her silence. She then added,"We will discuss the details of the mission and why you are all here once all of our guests arrive. Until then, feel free to ask any questions that you may have."

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Thalion Runescar

The sound of approaching footsteps, ones not belonging to other adventurers, caught his attention and pulled his eyes away from the myriad of fauna surrounding the complex. All of which he was secretly hoping to take a few pieces of for alchemical needs. Potions and flasks were an easy trade for cash or favors. Thalion had a powerful philosophers stone he had crafted in pandaria, making his already potent tinctures all the more effective when used on himself. Such was his reward for years of dedication to the art.
Speaking of flasks, Thalions hand idly brushed against the pouch at his hip and felt the reassuring weight of his various potions. Each one gave the imbiber a temporary boost to their natural abilities. Agility, strength, stamina, intelligence. When this got fully underway he was planning to give out a few of his creations to the party members in case of an emergency. Their survival in the trials to come was added security. If they died, especially the ones fighting up close in the front lines to come, it wouldn't be long before a blade cut out his own heart.

Thalion approached the two armed Wardens and put both hands at his sides before dipping into a low bow. Like any good mercenary, he was at the whim of the client. Circumstances were different this time around but that didn't stop etiquette from dictating his actions. The two females before him now carried the weight and authority of Maiev herself, after all. Thalion rose from his bow to look both Wardens up and down before he spoke.

"Thank you for the opportunity. I will see your will done to the best of my abilities."

Thalion offered a brief salute before turning to view his new allies. A human priestess brimming with a delicate balance of Holy and Shadow energy. Just that realization alone warned the ever cautious Rogue to tread carefully. Her clothing spoke of the light and its blessings but there was something below the surface that promised an eternity of suffering.. Perhaps it was merely his imagination but Thalion wasn't about to doubt himself just yet.
The other ally was a female Night Elf. The cold dead eyes glimmering below her hood was all he needed to know. A Death Knight, former slave and champion of the Lich King. During his time in Northrend all those years ago, Thalion had come to blows with these creatures on many separate occasions. More than one such event had nearly proven fatal as the diseases inflicted by these unholy fiends wracked havoc through his body. Had it not been for the aid of a friendly priest..

Thalion forced the thought out of his head. Instead, he turned on his heel and walked up to the Death Knight but stopped at a respectful distance. Some Death Knights could freeze their opponents solid just by being too close. Caution dictated he be wary of such events.

Like he had done with the Wardens, Thalion offered a deep bow of respect before engaging the, he hated to admit, attractive Night Elf.

"Greetings, wielder of frost. It would seem we will be allies. Hopefully this will be beneficial to all of us and our respective goals."

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Eantu looked up at the home of the Wardens and smiled. This was his chance to fight against the legion, to truly test himself against a foe that was dangerous and deserved to be wiped out. As far as he knew, the Wardens had the same thought. He looked down at his armor and noticed that there was still a small amount of blood on it, courtesy of the last two Fel-guards he had encountered on his way here. Alright. Hopefully the sight of fel-guard blood won't bother anyone. He thought as he approached the Warden's headquarters and saw a beautiful fountain with a few individuals near it.

Allies I'd expect. He thought. If they weren't I think they'd be dead, from what I've heard, the Wardens are formidable warriors. As he approached the fountain, he was able to get a good look at the others. One of them, a female night elf had the blue eyes of a death knight while the human female and the blood elf male seemed very much alive.

"Greetings." He said as he approached the fountain with a small smile as two other individuals arrived who appeared to be Wardens. "I am Eantu." He bowed to the others before straightening back up.


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Gender: Male

Appearance: Grit stands at a whopping 4' tall... Yeah, not that impressive for a goblin. What stands out on him is his hair, whish is a silvery white, that seems to shimmer under the right light with all the colors in the spectrum. He's just the tiniest bit bulkier than the average goblin and his skin color seems to lean towards a brighter green.

Personality: Brave, focused, reliable. Grit is a goblin who is generally quiet, capable to talking but not as much as others. He remains observent of what goes on around him while also watching out for his fellow goblins, having a strong sense of loyalty.

Past Life History: He was once an average person for most of his life, generally staying out of trouble and taking up the hobby of wood carving. That is, until he found himself as part of a gang. While there was never guns involved, he'd been in his fair shair of fights. His former life came to an unfortunate end at the hands of a drunk driver.

Skill: Heightened Reflexes- As the name implies, Grit's reflexes are above the average goblin's. It allows him to react quickly to most any situation. The stronger this skill gets, the faster and more immediate the reaction, and the harder it is to get a fight him.

Other: Has in interest in woodcarving/whittling.

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Acquired Skills: Rudimentary Medicine

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@demonspade64

as they finished-

the two soon shared the spoils of their kill and they realized that the meat was tougher to eat but that was because it was so strong. If they actually took the chance to look into what was once the alphas home they would see that it was filled with different branches and berries put together to make himself a nice bed. It was clear that if they wanted they would be able to sleep inside the tree like the rabbit itself did. No doubt there would be strong sticks and stones inside that would give them an edge compared to their regular sticks.

The rabbit wasn't able to react fast enough since it was still disoriented from the hit to the skull from earlier and it proved to be its undoing. It soon struck at its most vulnerable point and that was its hind leg. The goblin would hear a satisfying crunch noise as it realized that it hit the rabbits bone and thus made it unable to fight back anymore. It would only take a final blow from the goblin to finish the deed and complete its first hunt.

Goblin Arch gained 4XP and learned Intense Strike: Intense strike is a move that brings the user the greatest power through a single strike with willpower alone. This strike can cause intense damage if aimed correctly and when upgraded can break bones to pieces

@Wildman13

a worthwhile view-

The two soon left the mother and the baby bunnies alone and while the female lifted its head up to sniff the air in case of danger she didn't immediately react to it. She went back to feeding the babies as the two goblins began their attempt at climbing once more. They were able to climb the tree and while it was level with most of them they were allowed the chance to see in the distance just how far they truly traveled from the cave. If one of them had a mind to stand however they would be able to see in the distance and old building that didn't seem far from the cave itself clearly deserted but interesting all the same as it would open a new adventure for them

Goblin Gina learned Claw Climbing: This ability allows the user to use claws or claw-like weapons to climb. This ability is only available when the necessary item is in hand and won't break so soon after its immediate use.

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Goblin Gird Figureing out where to go next with Luz /// Morning - Mid afternoon // Day 3

Gird tossed the horn to her before snatching a small flexible branch from the tree. The goblin carefully pulled one end of the branch through the fur and then the other through another place. Really all he was doing was getting it secured, so he could wear it sort of like a small cloak. He would need at least one more to replace this loin cloth of his. He wanted the material from the loin cloth to make something he could wear that could store things.

The goblin didn't waste much time eating the tough meat, "I sure hope that not all of these rabbits are this tough." Again the goblin smiled at her but his mind did wander back to the fight they just went through. The rabbit stirred and pulled away as he got close. He wasn't being very loud, and he knew it was still asleep so it didn't see him. He breathed in deep smelling the blood from their first kill.

Suddenly it came to him, they could smell him. That's why the horned rabbit was startled and stirred from its slumber. How the hell would he mask that? The thought of mud cropped into his head. Thick, watery, can be used for good camouflage, and best of all smells like dirt. "Hey Luz make sure you check its home before we go for some better stuff. It also looks like we could also sleep in there too if we ever needed a safe place to sleep." Gird smiled at her for a moment before moving to the outskirts of the small clearing. He was making sure he could remember how to get back here while he rubbed some dirt over him.

EXP: 8

Inventory:

Clothing: Simple Loin cloth, Alpha horned rabbit fur cloak

Weapons: Bite, Crude Wooden Cudgel

Acquired Skills: Beast Tamer, Sharp Bite,

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Goblin Luz

Goblin Luz felt displeased that the meat was so tough to eat though it does taste good, hell the taste was even better then she expected(According to Ruu everything tastes better as a goblin). As tough as the meat was Luz tried to eat as much of her part of the rabbit as she could. Once she was done she would wipe the blood from her mouth, pick up her weapons and then stand up. Now that she had two weapons, both hands were occupied which made thing a bit more challenging; since if she wants to wield her one of her weapons with two hands she would have to drop her one of her weapons to do so since she had no way to carry the other weapon on her person, not yet at least.

Gird then gave her an order to check out the rabbit nest, she didn't know why but she felt there was no reason not to. So she crawled into the tree. "That rabbit seems to have made a nest in here, but there doesn't seem to be much in here except..." Luz then stopped herself from talking and begin poking around in the tree for a few seconds. "Hold on." She told him before she begins crawling back out the tree with two branches in her arms...and then looked at him dumbfounded cause he was cover in the mud like an idiot. "hmmm..." She asked wondering what the hell he was doing while she was checking out the tree.

"Check out this branch." She told him before tossing him one of the items she came out with. "It's probably better branch that you turn to a mallet don't you think?" She asked him before tossing away her old branch and replacing it with a newer branch that was too her liking. "There are also better stones and berries in there." She informed him.

She then went back in to get her horn back after she dropped it to carry out the two branches. "Okay, this is getting annoying!" She said outloud looking slightly disappointed. She then looked around and spotted a tree that had some ivy on it. She then climbs said tree with the horn between her tree and moves those the lower branch she could find ivy on, she then grabs the Ivy and pulled at it a bit to test to strong it was. It could be better but it would work, she then grabs the horn between her teeth and uses it to poke a hole in the middle of the Ivy, before ribbing the ivy apart at the hole. After obtaining the Ivy she then sat up and wrap the ivy around herself, put the horn back in her mouth, and climbed back down.

Afterward, she then held the new branch to her back before trying it on to her body using the ivy, that way she can carry around the branch on her back, carry the horn on her right hand, and keep her left hand free to grab things with. Now that minor problem was solved then begins covering herself in mud just like Gird(Assuming Gird explains why he decided to cover himself in mud). She didn't seem to bother about wearing mud but she was smiling a bit less than she normally does, but she will get over it.

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Goblin Grit
Day 1
First Light

Darkness, inescapable, all encompassing darkness. Nothing to see, nothing to hear, nothing to feel.. Until he started feeling something, started breathing. He? Yes, that sounded right for him. It fit. Sounds, now he could hear things, breathing, crying, his own mouth opening to let out a cry of its own.

Then there was a voice, old and raspy, and he opened his eyes to see an old goblin, yes... he was a goblin too, they all were. While he tried to think more, he couldn't, his eyes slowly fighting to close as it went dark again.

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Day 3
Awakening

Once again he woke, but this time alone, aware, alert, looking around at the cave as he took it in. The others had already left, left the cave, to go where it smelled different. Slowly he stood, taking his first steps. His walk was cautious and unsteady at first, but it quickly grew easy for him. Him... Who was he? He was a goblin, he knew that, but who was he?

Another look around the cave and he spotted the old goblin from... how long ago? He didn't know, but he felt he could trust him. With no one else around that he could see, and nothing to do, he made wads the old goblin and the caves entrance.


[System]
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Element: Water
Birthplace: Northern Water Tribe
Current Residence: Republic City
Occupation: Pro-bender ("The Ice Wolves")

Appearance:
Child

Grown

History: Siku grew up in the Northern Water Tribe, spending her first ten years of life in the icy habitats of the distant North. Her family lived quite well-off, as her father was the chief's cousin, thus providing an environment for young Siku to thrive easily. From a young age, she showed a capacity for water bending and a curiosity beyond even the other children in the tribe. She was always exercising her abilities, absolutely fascinated by the way water reacted to even her very presence. Having acquired the ability to bend from her father, the man was the first to jump on a chance to train his only daughter. He was one of few water benders who wielded a weapon from time to time to accompany his art. Much to his chagrin, Siku had grown rather attached to their television on certain nights of the week. It was like pulling her out of a coma when her eyes glued to that screen to watch the pro-benders of Republic City, champions of their craft, dueling.

The girl wanted nothing more than to see one match, in person, and learn to diversify her own talents, no matter how small their manifestation still was at the time. After months of begging, pleading, groveling, and extra chores, her parents gave in to her incessant requesting and took her to the arena in the city. Hoping to satisfy her, they left within just a few days and spent a week in the city, leaving her in awe of everything from the cars to the music to the three matches they attended. The plan backfired quite noticeably because within only a year or two the chief offered her father the recently opened position of Ambassador for the North Pole and when Siku heard… well, there was no shutting her up. Her bags were packed before the decision was made and by the time she was ten, they were unlocking the doors to their new, and admittedly quite lavish, house in the center of the city. It had a yard and a garden, granted due to her father's position. They had not purchased it, but rather it was owned by the Northern Water Tribe. Siku's mother had always stayed at home, maintaining the house and caring for Siku and their new two year-old daughter Sesi. Siku started going to school in the city and her father continued their training sessions, waiting until she was old enough before starting to teach her how to use a dao, just as he incorporated one into his own training. They began with wood, and by the time she was finishing school, she could flourish the blade as though it were naught but air.

She acquired her spot with the Ice Wolves amateur pro-bending team after their water bender took a nasty fall off the platform, forgetting to catch himself properly in the water below. He was only temporarily out of commission, but he decided to leave pro-bending behind after the injury. Siku leapt at the opportunity, despite how crunched for time she already was, proving herself to be a worthwhile gamble. Somehow, with a packed schedule, she managed to give herself at least a little bit of time each week to stroll the streets of Republic City and clear her mind or spend recreational time with her friends.

Name: Hiresh Sudhir
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Element: Earth (Affinity for Metal)
Birthplace: Zaofu, Home of the Metal Clan
Current Residence: Republic City
Occupation: Metal Corps Officer

Appearance:

History: Hiresh was born and raised in the city of Zaofu of the Earth Kingdom. He was a natural earth and metal bender, though he displayed little talent in much else, he was content with his bending prowess. By the time he was sixteen, he knew he wanted to join the Metal Corps in Republic City. On recommendation of many of the city's guardsmen, he was accepted into the academy, where he trained rigorously until he was finally a full-fledged officer. He was assigned to duty as one of the Tsukiko family's guard and escort to start with a basic job. It was the Northern Water Tribe's ambassador and his family, the job was plenty important, he told himself. He spent so little time hunting Triple-Threat members and actually doing good, however, that he sometimes felt underappreciated in the force. His superior officers have been promising him for months now that they would post him elsewhere as soon as they could, but he has yet to see any kind of paperwork pushed for it. Guard duty be damned, he joined to be an officer, not a security guard. Was it just because he had a generally protective attitude? Rather than being outspoken for justice in particular?

!!! WARNING: Early Pages Spoilers !!!

Name: Grand Lotus Hideki Yakedo

Gender: Male

Age: 54

Element: Fire

Appearance:

Background: Grand Lotus Yakedo is the head of the White Lotus organization. He was a part of the group from a very young age; his father was an agent who gave his life in the line of duty for the previous Avatar from the Earth Kingdom. Having grown up in the society made becoming an official member rather easy. Of course, he set his goals much higher. While he loved the group, he saw countless flaws with how institutionalized it was; the White Lotus was an "official" faction nowadays, but he knew that in history they were once a secret society which protected the balance of the world alongside the Avatar, they weren't guards for the Avatar. Hideki did not make it his life's goal to become the leader of the Lotus, he wanted to change it - to get it back to its roots before somebody turned its tides against their charge. The Avatar should be in charge of their own training, watched over and supervised by the sages and elders of each kingdom. No government, no politics, and no full-time protection. The Avatars of old were so great because of the trials and tribulations they faced in their travels - an Avatar couldn't be trained, they had to be grown. Now, his worst nightmare has come to pass: even as he tries to pull the White Lotus out of the Avatar's life (hence why Katsu was able to avoid them for so long), there were double agents and infiltrators in his midst who meant to bring the boy harm.

[User]
The small brown haired girl hummed to herself as the other two in her group conversed. Asha's mind was somewhere else completely, as she wondered about what all they might see during their travels. She had been born and raised in Republic City and even then she hadn't seen much of it. This whole traveling and adventuring the world was an exciting new prospect for her and that was all that was going on in her mind, before she felt a hand around her shoulder which caused her to jump. Her cheeks flushed a bright pink when she had seen just who it was who had their arm around her shoulder; Asha giggled softly and nodded at Katsu's words, him saying she was his little air nomad...she sort of missed the other part of the conversation, though.

It was then that Asha realized that the avatar had said something that ticked off her water bending friend and she just watched with amusement at how easily Siku threatened Katsu's life yet again over something she was assuming was petty. Still though, it was funny to see how the two interacted and despite how much they fought, how close they seemed. The brunette smiled at the others before turning her attention back towards the road they were traveling, hoping to watch out for anything suspicious. Since the Avatar was wanted and now on the run, one could never be too cautious.

"Hm?" Asha turned her attention once again towards her comrades, more directly to Siku, "Oh, yeah, I think that is how it goes. So, whenever you want to learn some air bending, lemme know!" the girl said with zeal, forming a fist with one hand and throwing it in the air. "It really is a fun element..." Asha trailed off, not knowing whether or not Katsu was ready to even attempt air bending. Since Katsu had taken more of a liking towards fire (obviously) and earth, she feared that the boy would have a very troubling time with the other two elements.

[Assistant]
Katsu bit his tongue and refrained from snapping at Siku, not at all appreciating her taunting behavior. His life hadn't been easy, not that he expected her to know, and the fact she was joking about it annoyed him to no small end. Did she know what it was like to not eat for days on end? To sleep on a bench in the park in the pouring rain? He doubted it, yet he wasn't going to sit here, get on a box and cry his troubles out to the world; she could go on thinking he was just complaining, he didn't really care enough to correct her. All of that was behind him anyways, and even on the run now his life was better than it had been. Rolling his eyes at the complaint about the restaurant, Katsu smirked slightly amused and gave a dismissive shrug, just to egg on Siku.

"Food sucked anyways, too overpriced if you ask me," he responded calmly, looking away as though he were disinterested. Heh, two could play at that game, he'd rile her up just as she had him. When asked about whether he'd practiced other elements or not he answered honestly, a bit ashamed to say he hadn't yet seeing no reason to hide it. There was no need for him to, it wasn't like there was some great war or anything going on; aside from his problems with the Lotus defectors the world was in a relative time of peace, there was next to no reason for an Avatar to even exist. Seriously, if he only learned fire and nothing else then he should be perfectly fine!

Heh, water princess, he figured that was a pretty good one. Obviously he didn't mean it and made it in jest, but given Siku's sometimes haughty nature it fit. Chuckling to himself at her expense, Katsu gasped when he suddenly felt his support leave him, and soon was knocked to his knees with a rather angry Water Bender looming over him. Blinking just once when she began threatening him he glanced at her dao silently, doubtful she had any real intention of using it but not wanting to test his luck. Watching as she retracted the weapon and left him be, the Avatar breathed a sigh of relief before climbing back to his feet. "Jeez Siku, someone sleep on the wrong side of the ground last night?" he joked, rubbing at his neck before grinning at her cheekily, "You're kinda hot when you're mad though, anyone ever tell you that?" He really didn't know better it seemed, or maybe he was calling her bluff with her weapon being drawn, who knows.

"You said it, I don't care to master them. Why should I when I can use two already?" Katsu asked in turn, placing his hands into his coat pockets as he strode along. At least Asha was plenty supportive and not at all being a pain in the neck, unlike some women of the group. Seriously, two days thus far and Siku had already threatened him twice, what gives? If she was going to draw her weapon on him every time they spoke then he'd just leave her be, see if she preferred that! She could have a pet rock if that was better for her, then he'd not be at risk of getting shanked for speaking.

[User]
Siku's knuckles turned bone-white as her nails dug into the flesh of her palm. He was insufferable and how she managed to get stuck with him was beyond her. She and Asha were in the wrong place at the wrong time, that was all there was. Now her whole family was left behind and she had no idea when she'd see them again. Her little sister would have to be escorted to school and spend her days under watch until all of this was cleared up... The hot, salty particles of water gently slid down her cheeks before she knew it. At this point, she wasn't even listening to Katsu's incessant blathering; she was only trying to prevent the tremors from overtaking her body as she walked point, her back to both of her compatriots. She crossed her arms and let out a sigh as the weight of danger she had put her own family into came down on her. She had to blame Katsu, but where would that get any of them? Getting angry with the already hard-headed Avatar could only exacerbate the situation. He was sorry enough as it was, the last thing she needed was The Bridge groveling at her feet... She smirked through her tears at the thought. That idiot.

The girl cleared her throat and used her hand to "itch" her eye and, without turning around, responded with a roll of her eyes, "Fine then. Don't learn them. You'd probably just waste all of the water anyway, then what would I have to bend?" She taunted.

It took the remainder of the day, but finally they arrived in Gung-Li. Siku used her hand as a visor, the sun was just about set, but the sliver that was still on the horizon decided that her eyes were a fine target. The small coastal town was quiet, as she imagined it often was, and many of the shops were already closed and turning in for the night. It was so different from Republic City and even from the North Pole... She'd never had time or reason to visit the smaller tribes up north, the ones that lived peaceful, nomadic lives of simple tasks like hunting, fishing, and sleeping around fires. Father always said it was too uncivilized a life, but Siku had always wanted to see what it was like. Now it was a life she had no choice in. Her eyes scanned the different wooden buildings; they were all so quaint, they looked like homes, not houses. Like livelihoods rather than franchises. Some people were carrying baskets of food home and even a few children went running by, obviously chasing each other.

Siku smiled a little bit - what would her life have been like here, had she been raised in a small Earth nation home with no ridiculous customs or courtesies? Then again, she loved being a water bender and she used to love being an Ice Wolf. Oh well, life goes on. She placed her hands on her hips, "Ugh... I'm taking a guess that the transit is closed, so let's go find a place to eat dinner and sleep then we'll get moving in the morning, yeah?"

They wandered the streets for a few minutes, looking for a sign mentioning restaurant or inn of any kind, but it was slim pickings. The town likely got very few visitors, as it wasn't a major harbor, and she was beginning to grow more sure that "chartering" anything to Iwa was going to be more of a hassle than they bargained for. The girl looked around and bit her lip in thought. Each moment that passed it seemed less people were outside, but god dammit to ask for directions would feel so foreign. She never needed directions...

Then, she heard it. Likely, Koinu would have heard it first, but it still wouldn't take long for them all to. It was a soft sobbing sound coming from just around the corner a couple of roads ahead... It sounded like a child - either lost or in some kind of distress.


[System]
Erika Anne Dominique

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Birthday
August 26th.

Age
17.

Gender
Female.

Sexuality
Demisexual.

Relationship Status
Single.

Scars, Tattoos, Piercings
Basic piercings on ear lobes. Usually wears a pair of diamond earrings.

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Likes & Dislikes
Likes

•Fiction books
•Cats
•Her laptop (and the internet)
•Her friends

Dislikes

•Dirt/Anything dirty
•Insects
•Being alone/left out
•Loud people

Hobbies
•Reading books
•Writing poems
•Taking pictures
•Painting
•taking daily strolls

Habits
•Cleaning
•Reading until falling asleep
•Combing her hair from time to time

Fears
•Being alone
•Insects and other creepy crawlies
•Doing anything in public

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Personality
• Approachable • Tends to overthink • Clean • Crybaby •

Biography
Erika is a normal human. She likes doing arts and enjoys literature. She's been raised by her aunt and uncle her whole life and was treated as an only child. Erika is a straight A student in her school and surrounds herself with people who were like her; people who enjoyed taking pictures and reading books. She also spends most of her nights on tumblr.

Erika grew up with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD). She wants everything neat and organized. One thing that's out of place will make her frustrated. Because of her OCD, she is described to be a perfectionist, which is slightly true, though she only wants everything neat and arranged. Whenever she can't do anything about something she wants to fix, she becomes frustrated and lets loose by crying.

Erika was an unwanted baby. Her mother never wanted to have a child but had one by accident. Because of this, her mother sent her to her Aunt Mary and Uncle Stew. She treated them as her parents and they treated her like their daughter. Erika never found out who her father was and she barely remembers her mother. Her aunt does not talk about her mom either and says it's for her sake.

Famile Members
Aunt: Mary Dominique Oak
Uncle: Stew Lowell Oak

Your Mahlimae
Three

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Relationships between Friends
• Georgina Anne Berglund
• "Opposites do attract. We're a living proof."
• North pole and south pole in human form. They're close with each other but they sometimes get irritated with each other as well due to them being almost polar opposites. Though Erika isn't the most showy person when showing affection, it is very evident that she cares about Georgina, even if she doesn't arrange her school works alphabetically.

• Yuki Fuyuko
• "Probably the only person I can be with twenty four-seven."
• Erika treats Yuki like the sister she never had. She shares a lot of hobbies with Yuki and they bond mostly around books. Out of the group, Erika is the closest with Yuki as they seem to understand each other more than anyone else.

• Titus Omar Calloway
• "I don't hate him... I just don't like some things about him. Okay, I hate his tattoos."
• Erika isn't the biggest Toc fan. She doesn't like how he smokes weed and how he wishes to leave the town she grew up in. Toc's physical appearance isn't Erika's favorite part about him either. She believes that tattoos are permanent litters on one's skin. Anyone who has tattoos, she has bad impressions of. In the group, the two have the least interaction. Despite that, Erika and Toc can be labeled as friends.

• Vivian Anastasia Locke
• "I'm glad she's part of the group. Like really glad."
• Vivian and Erika were friends since middle school. They were never each other's best friend but continued to be friends until they were in high school. Erika was a bit weirded out when she found out Viv was bi but got used to it cause they were in the same squad after all.

•  Kenneth Edward Vartilli
• "Kenneth's fine... it's just a bit awkward between us. He's a good guy though."
• Erika and Kenneth were a thing for a short while. It didn't quite work out for them because Eri wasn't ready and Kenneth rushed into things. Eri never talked to Kenneth about why they broke up. They remain friends, though there's a little bit of awkwardness still.

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December 21st, 2015. 8:00 AM

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It was a miracle that the ground wasn't covered in at least a foot of snow by now in the quiet town of Alta Vista. Instead, a slight fog paired with a sprinkling of rain came down on the frozen ground, leaving everything around a very dull and dead grey color. For all students, it was the beginning of winter vacation, a week off for the holidays to be spent with friends and family. For these six friends the day had started even earlier. Around 7:00 am they all decided, (somewhat reluctantly) to all wake up on the first day of the break and spend all day with one another. Having breakfast at the diner, they ate happily and started their day off on a bright and cheerful note.

Gaining a bit more energy and after the rain halted, the group decided to go exploring in the forest that surrounded the outskirts of the town. Upon reaching a small clearing appeared a faded yellow home. The windows boarded up, or if not boarded, broken. The siding decrepit and crumbling. The friends looked at one another, varying faces of excitement, curiosity, and worry spread across their face. They had never seen this place before, and they had sworn they had tracked over every inch of that town- twice.

Georgina adjusted the white beanie on her head as she looked to her friends, "You guys wanna take a look?" she asked innocently, as she hopped up the very weak and wobbly steps, almost going right through when she stepped on the termite infested wood. Wiggling the door handle, she pouted. She half expected it to open for her, but of course it was bolted lock.

[Assistant]
It was about 6:45 in the home Titus Calloway. Sleeping hard and slobbering from the tiring effects of going to bed around 3 in the morning, despite his grandmother's protesting of him staying up so late. By the time he was suppose to get up, he stay unresponsive to the alarm before being woken up with water being sprayed on his face by a spray bottle Miss Gardner uses if her grandson stubbornly stayed sleep, sleeping through the alarm.

Waking up cursing, Titus, reluctantly got up and went to get ready to meet with the friends at the diner. Sporting his red and black hoodie and meeting with his friends, Titus greeted them with handshakes and hugs. The tired and a little annoyed look on Toc's face started to change during and after breakfast..plus, sitting next to Georgina and Viv, bringing a smirk on his face.

Then came the exploring, Being their usual selves, Gina was pretty much in the front like always with Titus being close by, looking, searching for something new and interesting to occupy their time. They didn't have to search too long upon finding a beat up abandoned house they've never seen before. Looking at the house and his friends, he placed his hands in his pockets "Damn...and I thought we've seen everything this town had to offer. How the hell did we miss a house like this?" he asked, watching Gina walk up first, with no surprise.

Titus looked at Gina "Now you damn well knew you're going to check it out even if we said no but...I'm not letting you go in alone...you're not showing me up....I'm in!" he said with a half smile and turning "If you guys wanna wait back here....we'll be back in a few." turning back to Gina's direction as she tried to open the door but was locked "Gina watch out, I'll kick the door in."

[User]
"Shoot, woke up five minutes late." Erika whispered to herself, turning off her alarm that read 6:16 AM. Erika decided to take a shower even though it was freezing. She grabbed her favorite cerulean towel and headed to the shower and turned on her phone to play music while she was bathing. After a while, she dried her hair and wore a blue hoodie and a pair of skinny jeans with her favorite pair of boots. Before she headed out, she went to her aunt and uncle's room to say goodbye. "Mom, Dad, I'm leaving." She said with a kiss on their foreheads.

She came to the diner first, as usual. Then came Georgina and Toc and the rest of the gang. Erika didn't like physical interaction that much sue to her OCD so she smiled at them instead of giving them hugs. They had their breakfast and chatted while eating, Erika beside Yuri. After a quick meal, the group decided to wander through the town's forest since it was the first day of their winter break.

George was in front, followed by Toc. Yuri and Erika were beside each other while Viv and Kenneth were at the back. They came to the forest just to check what it would look like but they ended up finding something different. It was an abandoned house, a house they've never seen before. It shocked everyone. They took strolls in the forest once in a while yet they've never seen it before. This was more of a surprise to Erika because she was raised in Alta Vista her whole life. She never saw this house.

"I don't know guys... that house isn't the most welcoming... I'd rather stay here outside." Erika replied. "Y'know, so I can check from here." The temperature was dropping, she didn't know if it was her anxiety or if it really was the temperature. One thing was for sure though, she did not want to enter that house.


[System]
Age: 10 Months
Gender: None - Vocalizer uses male voice pattern.

Equipment:
Artie's AI core is equipped within a prototype X4 Tactical Combat Unit. The Combat Unit is a state of the art droid, designed specifically for combat, using advanced cyberlimbic technologies to create a single body. The body itself is made up of advanced electronic circuitry housed within a EMP-cased shell of advanced artificial servomotors and processors. The artificial body is then clothed with diamond-carbon weave kevlar, and additional high strength alloy armor plates are equipped in a manner to make the robotic unit considerably more durable. The X4 Tactical Combat unit is able to use U.S.F. standard equipment, and comes with its own built in weaponry. Alongside its light machinegun, the X4 also houses a control system with which several X3 units can be slaved to.

ACR-10 Battle Rifle
Combat Blades
APP-3 Machine Pistols x2
Electrical Whipcord
Mini-Rocket
Suppression Foam

Personal Skills:
Highly mobile and capable in both long ranged warfare and hand to hand combat. His hardy construction makes him extremely durable and capable of taking much punishment. He has the logic and computing skills of a supercomputer and has the ability to control multiple X3's at once.
Personal Weaknesses:
As one of the first attempts to mass produce AI's, Artie is prone to the occasional glitch. He also occasionally expresses conflicting opinions, and exhibits less compliance than many Corporates would like.

History: Advanced Reconnaissance and Tactical Electronic Interface, Serial number 0014, commonly referred to by the squad as 'Artie' is a prototype Artificial Intelligence unit created by the Lorne Corporation for the Coalition, with the intention of mass producing capable and efficient, yet cheap AI. Only created in limited numbers as of now, each ARTEI unit is typically bound to a human "Operator", either a USF Squad leader, or Hunter unit, to provide it with tactical as well as strategic advice. ARTEI is capable of re-tasking local X3 units in order to provide further aid.

ARTEI-0014, commonly known as Artie by development teams as well as the few ground teams its been in contact with was the first ARTEI unit to complete training 5 months after its creation. 0014 then spent the next 4 months conducting classified raids against various pirate forces in order to continue gathering combat data and combat experience. ARTEI-0014 has spent the last month at a holding facility, where he maintains guard over a select group of unique humans.

[User]
Working she glanced at the woman that was running her mouth. It didn't take very long to realize what she was doing, it was a tactic she used herself to get out of a couple jams. Speaking up she made a comment that would have fit better were she still in her old age. "You need to calm down child. I don't really care who you are or why you're here so long as you don't get in my way." But upon mention of teleporting she stopped. How exactly did that work? Stupid question, she was already in some bizarre situation where she was a teenager with gray hair that can apparently slow things down. That was actually more instinctual than anything when it came to the X3.

But back to the problem at hand. Maybe there was a bargain to be made here. Turning her attention back to Cassie she took a breath. "Teleport? If we help you find your brother can you get us out of here?" Unlike Chris' reasoning using terms like "us" and "we" were persuasive words that made people feel included. It was something she employed heavily during her more free years.

Speaking of which Chris was about to out her. It looked like he was going to hand her the gun. Though she reached out to take it he stopped and drew back. Edith could see it in his eyes, the lights had come on and the tidbits of information and actions fell into place. But then he outright asked her if she was terrorist. Who does that? It's a great way to get killed. Thankfully she wasn't the same kind of person she was when she came in. Having paused what she was doing she resumed although somewhat with less vigor. "I was thrown in prison 43 years ago with a life sentence. 43 years I was locked up and grew into a 87 year old hag. That amount of time to yourself gives you a good opportunity to reflect. Yes, I was a terrorist. But that woman died in that prison cell. I woke up here 17 again. Honestly I'll take that as a second chance. But I'll be damned if I'm going to spend another hundred some years in a hole or let them take me apart like some lab rat." Making a few more connections she left one wire loose and tucked it away so it wouldn't contact anything.

[Assistant]
Cassie

Listening to the conversation she was both loosing faith in them, and loosing time. She knew the name, but how did he always manage to do it? No matter where they were? When she thought about it was actually a little bit creepy. The child comment almost made her laugh. "Child? I'm older than you." Then came the going back in age comment. "Oh well that explains it."

She did this while pondering the question could she teleport other people out. Well obviously, that's why the Watcher sent her to get Ryan but three people. She'd be exhausted. Though she agreed, I mean who was she to go against killer robots with guns and stuff. Getting killed wasn't really on her Agenda today. "You got a deal. If you find my brother. I'll get us out of here." She offered her hand to shake, what was a deal after all without a bit of formality?

Ryan

Nearing the end of the hall he could see a door in his way. Casting his shoulder first and turning into a cross between a run and a scuttle he hit it full force with his left shoulder. Crashing through it into a roll. At first he could only see various X3 robots, nothing too tough. Though then something hit him, hard. Back out the hole he made in the wall and down the corridor he came sliding to a halt, he shook his head to try and clear it. Standing up he almost fell over, yeah. That was definitely a concussion. That was going to be interesting.

Watcher

"It's all coming together-" He cast his arms at the screens on front of him. Speaking to nobody in particular, the enthusiasm evident in his voice. "-These people. These people are the future of Mars. They will shape it, mould it. They are the masters and it is their clay and whatever has come before will pale in comparison to what comes after."

[User]
"Citizen 4561-2407-9485, Renat Emlyn. You are under arrest. Do not resist."

They should really program these VIs to take into account things such as human annoyance, Renat thought as he panted, hearing the same message again.

"The human body has a minimum reaction time of .11 seconds, and a maximum theoritical speed of 65 Kilometers Per Hour. Taking into account the reaction time of the X3 and X4 models, as well as the 2000 meters per second velocity of the round fired from the ACR-10, I estimate your chances of avoiding my weapon at 0 percent."

Since when did VIs gloat? And what is an X4? I haven't heard of that model before.

"Do not resist, and you shall not be harmed."

"Ok, I get it. I've surrendered," he snapped at the robot before stopping himself, secretly thankful that VIs were not very good at human behaviour or tone recognition. He noticed an X3 approaching from behind with cuffs. Stun cuffs? I heard they were not as bad as they sound, just enough to keep you rather uncomfortable. Though I still don't fancy trying them on. Renat continued talking in a calmer tone - despite that the VI still probably didn't understand half of what he said, he still needed to try. "I've surrendered and am not resisting. Stun cuffs hurt, that means I would be harmed - which you said I wouldn't be if I don't resist. And could you please tell me why I am being arrested? I have not done anything wrong and was never planning to." He was pretty indignant at the current situation. Sure, they had probably somehow figured out he had powers, but he hadn't caused a threat to anyone. Nor displayed his power to anyone - only telling his parents and friends. He didn't need or want to be another story shoved under the carpet wherever the 'freaks' go.

[Assistant]
"I... I'm sorry." The labcoat lowered his eyes, the "90 year old teenager" effect hitting him in the face. Her voice and words, unfitting her appearance, were making her look like some kind of vampire or divine reincarnation, adding to his already undeniable discomfort with teenage girls (that he had done a good job hiding for the last hour). Edith did sound trustworthy, for some strange reason. Then again, he was never good at judging people.

But, it was time to return to the problem at hand. Despite her confidence, the newcomer did not seem to be in full control of her abilities (did she get hit by a net while in hyperspace?!), and they could only speculate whether her teleportation location really had anything to do with her brother's location.

He realized he had access to the facility's database. "I can check if your brother is here. What is his name."

[User] Accepting the extended hand they shook on it. That was about as solid an agreement as any in prison. Turning back to Chris she took the gun from him. Her voice was much more toned down and rather calm. "We might need this. Let me get it working in case we run into more X3s." Whilst working she glanced up. "Can you save the brain scan we did? I want to look at it later." Taking a bit to get the gun to operate she scooted it back over to Chris.

[Assistant]
"Well, strangely it begins with Ryan, the name I said earlier. Probably should have been able to figure that one out yourself Doctor. I guess that's why I wasn't an intern here... too smart." She walked over at the mention of the brain scan, taking out a portable drive and handing it to the said Doctor. "Pass it over onto this, I haven't been able to get my own brain scan having atleast one persons will probably be quite useful." Then she realized what she was talking about before.

"Ryan Wells, was taken about a Month ago when everyones power started manifesting. He had some form of red rock growth on his chest where he was punched. He's not the calmest of people so has probably been trying to hit his way out for a while." She sighed, she only hoped that she would be able to get them all out of here. Otherwise they'd all need to punch their way out.

[User]
Chris looked up sharply. He did not appreciate strangers insulting his intelligence. He made a quick calculation in his head - indeed, if the ability to recover names from disattached pieces of random speech had anything to do with being a doctor, the future of medicine would be grim indeed. In fact, the only reason he still remembered Edith's name was because it was written in front of him, on top of her file. He had no idea if the teleporting woman introduced herself or not.

His eyes lowered to the data drive in her outstretched hand. "No." he said flatly while punching in the missing brother's name. "There is no time, there is too much background noise, and the instruments here are connected to the USF network. I do not have time to reconfigure the connectivity. No data must reach the USF database."

When the wide, square-jawed face of a Ryan Wells appeared on screen, he handed the handheld UI to the newcomer, replacing it with the X3's rifle. "He does not appear to have red rock growth, at least in this picture. Strangely enough, he was in a cell next to you." he looked at Edith. "We know where to start looking, at least. Let's go."

The labcoat gave the disassembled X3 on the floor a last look, and took a step towards the door. He detected the signals appropriate to adrenaline release and heart rate increase. His fear of what's beyond the door took an almost physical form. He clenched his teeth, released a slow breath, trying to bring his vitals down naturally.

And as his hand hovered over the opening switch, the door slid open, revealing the glistening, angular shape of a fully-equipped X3 that was summoned by the general some fifteen minutes ago to subdue and dissect Edith.

[Assistant]
Chris apparently forgot about the earlier order for backup. As it appeared he was going to just open the door she rushed up. Yes there was the robotic X3 waiting for them. Careless. Pulling the gun from his hands Edith fired several shots through its head and three down the torso.

The guns kicked harder than she remembered. Maybe it was her smaller weaker frame that just made it seem that way. Lowering the barrel she rubbed her right shoulder a bit. "I'll scold you later. I can remember where I saw him last." Taking the lead she backtracked toward where she had seen Ryan turn off. Down that direction was a trail of destruction that made it slightly easier to follow. The sound of more X3s could be heard which seemed to indicate they were getting closer.

[User]
"I've surrendered and am not resisting. Stun cuffs hurt, that means I would be harmed - which you said I wouldn't be if I don't resist. Claimed the target, trying to reason with Artie, implying that the stun cuffs were causing him harm. Artie's response was nearly automatic.

"Incorrect. 'harm' as defined by USF standards is the incapacitation of a person via trauma to vital organs, and limbs through the use of blunt force, weapons fire, or torture techniques. The use of USF standard Stun Cuffs are not included within these parameters." Artie stated plainly, his sentence punctuated by the clasping of stun cuffs around Renat's wrists.

One of the X3's prodded Renat forward, as Artie led the captured boy out of the alley, surrounded by the X3 units.

"And could you please tell me why I am being arrested? I have not done anything wrong and was never planning to."

"No." Artie stated plainly.

Activating his communicator, Artie established a communications link to his Hunter supervisor. TARGET SECURED. AWAITING FURTHER ORDERS. Almost instantly, a message was patched through to Artie's command network. ANOMOLY DETECTED. REPORT TO SECTOR ZETA-ALPHA-34 IMMEDIATELY. Acknowledging the command, Artie turned on a dime, and began marching away, leaving the captured suspect with the four X3's still slaved to his mainframe. They stand there with the secured prisoner until the Hunter arrived. Meanwhile, Artie would report to the Industrial Sector as ordered, there were more Anomolies to capture.


[System]
Appearance: Alex is a tall young man of 1.87m or 6'1 who is rather thin. He has unkempt but rather short light brown hairs and stubble all over his face. He has a large nose complemented by two dull green to brown eyes, all finished by a strong jawline. He wears a ragged and dirty t-shirt over a sweater and another t-shirt along with a pair of dirty jeans. He is neither extraordinarily strong nor weak and has pretty average physical abilities, except that he can run quite fast due to his lenght.

After a month of pretty intense training his physical abilities have grown slightly, but it is especially his self-confidence that has grown through it.
Age : 23
Skill : Alex has no outstanding survival skills except random bouts of knowledge from his history studies and personal interests. He is a good and practical leader, but bad with people. He has never even seen a gun before except in movies or in the hands of the police or the military, nevermind even touched one. He doesn't have lots of skills, but he does have a lot of knowledge that can help him.
Weapons: He carries a well-used survival knife that he picked up from a corpse and used to lug around a weaponized pitchfork. Nowadays he's an average shot with a bolt-action rifle which he got from the Outpost's shrinking stack of weaponry.
Personality : Alex is a practical but rather fearful person. He does what he has to do to get the job done, seeming courageous and resilient, but in fact the situation will really be grinding down on him. He is friendly and open to those that he deems worthy of his trust, but can be rather paranoid to strangers. He has remnants of an idealistic view on the world, but that could be subject to change. He has suffered in these 7 months since the outbreak and as a result has developped the habit of always having to focus on something. He cannot sit still because then he starts thinking, and that's the last thing he wants. This has resulted in him developping the urge to take initiative to do things, simply to keep himself busy.
Brief Bio : Robin was a student at the university of Derby, UK, trying to learn more about the interesting subject of history when he went on a vacation to the US with his girlfriend and the outbreak occured in May. He was caught off-guard by the walkers but managed to escape the town with a random bunch of survivors along with his girlfriend. Back in the UK he hailed from a rather small town about in between Derby and Nottingham.

[User]
**Alex Clark - Scouts - Sub-urbs -Rudy/Danny**

Rolling his eyes as he saw and heard Chris and Jamie entering in the so-manieth bickering amongst the two, he silently cursed in the privacy of his own skull. He wanted to knock their heads together and keep their minds on the task at hand. They couldn't quite agree with eachother on most subjects it seemed, and they both just did not stop rubbing that in. A sound behind him made him train his gun or a silhouette appearing behind a broken fence, and he quickly lowered his gun when he realized it was Rudy. Or Danny, whichever it was. As the bickering pair stopped sending eachother silent stares as Rudy approached, followed by a girl and a younger lad, who seemed to be in his mid-teens.

He waited patiently for Rudy to finish talking to fire some questions in return, when Rudy casually asked him if he would notify Myriah that he would not be coming back. Not coming back? Telling Myriah? Wait what? He frowned in surprise and stepped forwards, letting the rifle hang over his shoulder, within quick reach, but not in his hands, to show that he meant no harm to the two strangers.**"You're leaving just like that?"**He asked rather agressively, and immediately toned down his voice a bit as he realized how he sounded.**"I mean, why? Who are those two anyways, and how did you find them? I mean, come on, we lost you in a bloody shitstorm in the middle of a crawler herd, and now you've found two survivors and suddenly don't want to return anymore? What's going on... Rudy?"**He then added on a reasonable and calm tone. He could accept Rudy not wanting to return, but the least he could do was explain why.

[Assistant]
**Danny - Suburbs - Scouts/Alex**

He was taken aback slightly by Alex's questioning. Danny eyed the scouts carefully, unsure if Alex was prying for underhanded reasons, but seeing Chris and Jamie brought Danny to his senses. All three scouts shared a look of confusion; They simply desired answers, as any human being would. "Okay," Danny said, nodding. "I'm sorry about all of this, guys, but... fuck." He looked down and placed his hands on his hips, letting out a deep breath. "In the last few months, Outpost has become... different. It's not the place I once knew."

Suddenly, Shannon stepped forward with a sigh. "We're not random survivors," she said. "I was friends with Danny before. Or, uhh, Rudy, I mean." She looked almost embarrassed.

Danny nodded. "They, uh... They need me more than Outpost does."

Chris seemed satisfied with that, but Jamie rolled his eyes. "You're just going to abandon us?"

His eyes narrowing, Danny stared at Jamie. "Outpost has been my goddamn home. If I thought it needed me, I wouldn't be going." Of course, there was more to it, but Danny was hesitant to let it all out. He couldn't be sure what kind of effect it would have. As far as he could tell, not rocking the boat was the best course of action. "And, well, the reason you need to tell Myriah this is because..." He paused, thinking, and his head shifting back and forth slightly. "... She's scared. A lot's happened, and it's hurt her a fuckton. She's scared, so she needs to know I'm okay, all right?" Danny quickly followed this up by stepping forward and offering his hand to Chris, who hesitated momentarily before clasping hands with Danny. Though Chris was smiling, Danny felt like the guy was trying to crush his hand.

"Just, thanks for working with me." He then shook hands with Jamie, who didn't mind it as much as Danny thought he would. Finally, he offered his hand to Alex. "And thanks for looking for me. That's... something Reggie would have done."

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**Rhonda - Outpost - Enrique**

She had to admit, she didn't really know what she was trying to accomplish. She'd made the effort to walk up to Enrique's cabin, but now that she was staring at the front door, she wasn't sure what she was going to say to the man. She had to say*something*, certainly. It had certainly shaken her to see Myriah so upset. The woman usually kept her cool, even during those unfortunate days after Samantha's murder. Rhonda had known Myriah long enough to know the woman was a lot like her. She*cared*. She cared so much about each and every one of them. Outpost was her family, and the losses they had received were like punches to the poor woman's psyche. Rhonda was surprised Myriah was only now breaking down.

To think Myriah had also been*threatened*on top of all that, by a man that had only been with them for a relatively short time. Rhonda couldn't let that go. Myriah was scared of the man, believed that he had something to do with Samantha's murder. All things considered, Rhonda wasn't sure why they hadn't suspected the man sooner. Matt had assured the council that Enrique was a good man, but how could he possibly after all this...?

Letting out a deep breath, Rhonda knocked heavily on Enrique's cabin door.

[User]
**Enrique-Outpost-Rhonda**

Enrique sat upright in his bed his pistol aimed at the door, he let his pistol fall to his side and stood. Amanda still slept, so he made an effort to be quiet, he ran his hand through his hair and scratched where his beard would normally be but felt only tough skin, he moved his hand over his mouth and groomed his goatee down. He walked to the door and stood against the wall beside it, he slowly popped it open and noticed one of Myriahs compatriots, Rochelle or Rhonda or something. Enrique clicked in his mind that this was Rhonda and tucked his pistol into his pant line. He opened the door enough that he could stick his head out without letting too much sound get in. He looked around then back down at Rhonda, he gave a half hearted smile.

"Amanda is asleep, I can tell her what you need in the morning if you like, unless you're here to talk to me," his voice was calm and settling, he had every intention of appearing as a friend to this woman. He didn't know much about her, but he didn't know much about anyone really.

[Assistant]
**Alex Clark - Sub-urbs - Scouts - Danny/Rudy**

Shaking hands with Rudy, or Danny, he took a good look at the guy, hoping to see why he wanted to stay somehow, which he didn't ofcourse, and then took a look at the two others. This Shannon-person seemed to know Rudy pretty well. The teeenager on the other hand followed the scene with big eyes as Rudy said his goodbyes to the group. What Rudy said to him, or rather them, though, was really hearthwarming for a reason. Despite Reggie's last month of paranoia, he had been a good man, and most certainly a good scout.**"Rudy, or Danny, or whatever your bloody name is, you better take care of yourself and those two there. I want to talk about these days with you in a cafe over 10 years."**He told the man, sincerely hoping that not only there would be 'one day' but also that Rudy'd be there with them. He hated leaving him behind here, but it was not his coice to make.

As Rudy moved over to Jamieto shake hands for a goodbye, the man started protesting again, upon which Alex placed a hand on his shoulder, and firmly shook no with his head. Jamie gave him an evil look, but Alex would not bulge untill the guy finally shook hands with Rudy and stepped back, cursing with passion but soft enough so noone would hear.

As the two groups left eachother and the three guys made their way back to the car the tension was almost tangible. It was clear that nobody liked this situation, and that none of the three scouts were convinced of the need of Rudy leaving them, but they all could understand his arguments to a certain degree, which only made it worse. Once inside the car they got on their way towards the Pub again, when Jamie broke the silence.**"The fuck is he leaving us for like this, out here in walkerland."**Alex who was driving the car again could almost feel Chris twitching and decided to be earlier than the other guy.**"He is hardly abandoning us Jamie, he is doing what he believes is better for all of us, those two others included. Thereby, we can't stop him, can we now? If it's his choice to stay we have to respect that."**He said, effectively ending the conversation untill they were back at the Pub. As they walked inside Cody could see on their faces that something went wrong, and immediately asked the inevitable question.**"Is he ... dead?"**Alex put down his gun on the table again and took a seat as he answered.**"No, he's still alive and in good shape. He found two other survivors in that mess though, and he's sticking with them. Before you ask, I believe he must've known them from before the outbreak, and be honest, can we really stop him if it's his wish to stay?"**He said, taking a swig from his canteen filled with water.**"Anyway, we better get back soon, they'll be worrying about us. How is our roadkill doing?"**