[System]
Age: 22
Alignment: Chaotic Good-ish
Race: Human
Class: Thief
Appearance/Clothing:

Skills: Bluff, Acrobatics, Charm, Athletics, Sneak, Theft, Streetwise, Knife-Wielding, Knife-Throwing.
Natural Abilities: The power of average-ness.
Magic/Spells: Not a scrap of it.
Additional Information: Tobias isn't the strongest fighter, being far more suited to running, hiding, or bluffing his way out of situations (he's capable by normal person standards, of course - just not really what you'd expect from an adventurer). He's also a massive pathological liar with trust issues a mile wide.
Weapons: He has three knives - one on his belt, one on his back, and one in his boot.
Possessions: Leather armor, basic adventuring supplies (rope, flint and steel, etc.). His hood is enchanted to make it very hard for someone who sees him with it up to remember his face. He also has a magic grappling hook enchanted to not make a sound. Four potions of invisibility, each lasting fifteen minutes.
Personality: Tobias is glib, smart-alecky, cowardly, and tries his absolute best to be self-centered. Though he'd feverishly deny it, he's a fundamentally good person underneath the assumed selfishness. He tries not to let anyone get close to him, and often uses snark and flat out lies as armor in social interaction.
History: Getting the truth out of him about his personal history is extraordinarily difficult, but it's possible to determine that he's an orphan who grew up on the streets and has spent his life so far living in cities and alternating between pickpocket, con-man and cat burglar in order to survive.

Name: Oscar
Age: Interesting question for someone in his situation, but he's been how he is now for about three years.
Alignment: True Neutral
Race: Corpse
Class: Undead Juggernaut
Appearance/Clothing: His body is that of a clean-shaven man, aged 20-25, with short brown hair that doesn't grow anymore. His skin has grown taut and gray, pulled thin over the bones in his face. He never, ever blinks, so as a result dust has scratched his eyes until his iris and pupil are barely visible in the white. Physically, he's not very imposing - his body is actually distinctly weedy, at about 5'10" and looking to be around 130 pounds. He's still wearing the clothes he was when he woke up three years ago - the burial suit of a respected gentleman. However, constant use has worn it down considerably, making it stained and splotched where it isn't torn altogether.
Skills: Hand-to-Hand Combat (none of that fancy martial arts - Oscar does pankration), Intimidation, Brute Force.
Natural Abilities: Inhuman Strength, Inhuman Durability, Inhuman Speed (In a straight line, that is - if he can build up momentum and doesn't have to turn at all, Oscar can actually move pretty fast, more to the tune of 20 to 25 mph. He can't do this for longer than about two minutes, however, as his abysmal motor control will eventually catch up with him and he'll trip, converting his body into an undead missile of disaster)
Magic/Spells: None at all.
Additional Information: Oscar is half blind and deaf, has the motor control you'd expect of a dead body, no reflexes whatsoever and is about as maneuverable as a whale on land. This is counterbalanced by the fact that he barely feels pain, is immune to poison, is extraordinarily difficult to actually harm (without fire), and can punch holes in stone walls/tear people's limbs off. For help imagining his voice, try listening to these.
Weapons: None. He has his hands.
Possessions: The clothes on his back and a locket with a picture of a dark-haired woman inside. It's the only thing that calms him down when he starts berserking.
Personality: Oscar guides himself on one moral principle - bodies must be buried. He's generally very quiet and unperson-able, owing to the fact that he has no social skills. He has the potential to be very caring towards those who befriend him, not that that's really come up in his life yet. If someone managed to strike up a conversation with him, they'd find him... odd, always saying things that almost make sense. When threatened or surrounded by violence, he can plunge into a berserk fury of roars and snarls and dismemberments, acting largely on instinct.
History: Oscar woke up in a shallow grave three years ago with nothing but his clothes, his locket, and a head full of questions and half-faded memories. Since then he has wandered, trying vaguely to discover who he was and how it was he came to die, and what it was that called him to this dim, dismal half-life. He has hurt people who threatened him, and tried to help a few that didn't, but mostly he has kept to himself, going from place to place without really knowing why, seeking a purpose in his unlife.

[User]
It wasn't shaping up to be the easiest first day for a group, and Fiona felt a little uncomfortable being caught in the middle. Watching the separate exchanges from Tobias and Sana, she was quite certain that while both had strong points, neither really understood where the other was coming from. They were very different people from probably very different backgrounds. Tobias wasn't a warrior who dealt with problems like this, and Sana... well, Fiona was choosing to believe that she was not herself currently. Seeing a loved one in a great deal of pain could make a person do things they normally wouldn't, and judging by the way she and Hugh were together, they were definitely in love.

She was willing to forgive Sana the brutality, and she was willing to try and understand Tobias's viewpoint as well. That said, she was a very forgiving and understanding person, and there was no guarantee the rest of the group would take things as well. She'd make sure to try and speak with Tobias when she got back. For now, Sana was right. These slavers were a serious threat, even more than the sickness. It would be a great waste to find the ingredients only to return and see the village ransacked by thugs and kidnappers.

And apparently she would be riding with the goblin. Fiona's young adventuring career had led her to do a number of things she thought she never would, but very few of them had involved goblins. Considering that her horse wasn't the most trusting animal, she hoped nothing would go terribly wrong here. Swinging her leg up over the saddle and mounting up, she listened to Sister Agnes speak to Sana. It was starting to remind her of another situation, the one she'd found herself in when she met Tobias. That one hadn't ended well for her, largely due to a lack of planning on her part.

"We should try to scout out any traps or ambushes they may have set up, rather than just charging in. Make sure we know what we're up against." She knew Sana was currently acting a bit rash, but hopefully that would cool down quick enough, and hopefully Lob or Drizzak would be of use in getting them the upper hand. Looking down at the goblin from atop her horse, Fiona took a small breath, and held out a hand.

"Come on, up you get."

[Assistant]
he wandered the village in looking for the bodies of the previous battle for even bandits deserve a proper burial It was one of the duties of being a cleric of Trew and it helped Mortosh went some frustrations for he was angry at Sana.

Angry at the idea that she would go out of her way to end more lives then needed. why couldn't they just and gather the ingredients they had found the first body it was the one that Sana had killed during her interrogation it only made him more angry but he realized that it was pointless to get angry but he couldn't help himself many would question why a cleric of a god of necromancers would be angered by death he should be overjoyed but many forget that Trew also a god of joy and death brings misery.

so he just hefted the body over his shoulder and carried him to the inn perhaps Hanzo or Tobias could help him in there burial Zam looked at him with concern ("Zam We Didn't Come Here To Cause Death Did We?) "no we didn't Mortosh" she answered as she pointed to a pile of ashes that wind hadn't blown away. Carefully placing the bandit down Mortosh quickly put all of the ashes into a jar then picked the bandit back up as well as the jar.

He shook his head ("We Came Prevent It But I Am More Sad Then Angry Zam For The Fact She Would Go Out Her Way To Cause More Misery Truly Saddens Me") he said to her as they approached the inn

[User]
So their little group would be all the women, Drizzak and the big, green brute whose name she didn't actually catch so far. Considering the shape of most of the party she had not expected much more, but the thing that really surprised Vaeri was Tobias' outburst. He did not seem the type to chastise others on the morality of their actions, let alone being able to express himself as well as he did considering the mental and physical state he was in. Perhaps it was because he had just gone through what he did that he could say what he did. Vaeri knew she hadn't actually killed anyone on this battlefield or really injured anyone more than necessary so she felt a bit distanced from his harsh words. Even if she had, Vaeri was a cleric of a War goddess. War is a messy, chaotic brutal place, and to ignore its uglier aspects or presume to be above them would mean that she was devoted to a fake, idealized version of war and therefore her goddess. However, upon thinking over Sana's actions, she decided she would try to have a word with Sana, despite her less than impeccable mental state.

Vaeri pulled her cloak back around her body and pulled up her hood up over her head. She carried all her belongings on herself, so there was not much preparing she needed to do. She grabbed Sana's hand and settled on the horse as best as she could. Horses weren't the animals most adept at climbing trees, and to gallop at full speed they needed to constantly weave through the dense foliage, so the art of horse riding was for the most part neglected in Lianyu. In her century and a half of living, Vaeri had never actually ridden on a horse. Well there was a first time for everything. But that wasn't her biggest concern.

Vaeri remained quiet for a few seconds, her stomach turning as she struggled with deciding whether to talk to the woman in front of her. Quietly, she leaned forward and whispered to the lady that could easily kick her off the horse if she so desired.

"Sana, I'm not here to pass judgement on you for your previous actions. I do not know you, nor you I; however, you did say that most monsters usually take human form. Just be careful that you do not become one yourself." This was about as tactfully as Vaeri could think of saying what she had. Now was probably not the time or place to say it, but waiting for the perfect time to speak was a fine way to never speak again. But Vaeri had a feeling that she had just ensured the rest of the horse ride would be awkward at the least.

[Assistant]
Tobias snorted in amusement as Sana's retort bounced off his back. He flung the door open to the inn and allowed Hanzo to enter, bearing the wizard Melvus over his shoulder. Before he retreated inside, the thief stuck his head out once more. "Tell yourself whatever you have to, Sana. I don't give a shit," he said, and slammed the door.

He glanced around the inn to find a room full of people staring at him. Tobias looked down at his clothes and beheld them soaked in blood and slashed to ribbons. "... Oh." The crowd was silent, and Tobias waved their gazes away, exhausted. "Don't worry, the bad people are gone," he said, unsure of who he was talking about.

The monk had inquired as to his well-being, and Tobias sighed. "Oh, I don't know, I stubbed my toe something dreadful out there. I also got a little bit disemboweled, killed a man, and saw more horrible things than I'm going to be able to have nightmares about, so it's really not been the best day." He shook his head. "When I saw her... pull that shit with the arrow, I thought she was just crazy. Sounds like it's even worse, though: she thinks she's justified."

Without waiting for a reply, the thief marched up the stairs (gripping the bannister tightly as he did so - he was still pretty woozy from blood loss) of the inn. None of the doors to the rooms were locked, so it was quite simple to rifle through them until he found a set of clothes that could replace the blood-soaked ones he was wearing. The thief got dressed quickly, a skill learned from many early-morning escapes, and proceeded back down the stairs, hoping that the owner of his new clothes wouldn't notice.

He was in luck, as every eye in the building was fixed on a stranger sight - that zombie from earlier had brought a corpse inside. Tobias rubbed his temples and resolved not to deal with it.

"Something strong, please," he asked a nearby barmaid, and moved into the crowd to look for Hanzo. On first impression, Tobias wouldn't have trusted the monk, but he'd seemed to side with the thief in the conflict of 'sanity versus bloodthirstiness', so clearly he wasn't all bad. Worth getting drunk with, at least.


[System]
BASIC
Goes By (Nicknames): Maleficent (alter-ego); The Winged She-Elf; She-Devil, Devil's Incarnate (by Thorin); Delva, God-Mother (by Fili & Kili).
Royal Titles: Lady of Ambaróna/"Fangorn".
Other Titles: First Commander of Isengard, Sauron's Most-Trusted Servant (as Maleficent); The Watcher; Guardian of Durin's Folk.
Age: 5,739 (Looks 37-38)
Gender: Female
Race: Elven Hybrid (Sindarin and Noldor Bloodlines)
Other Bloodlines: Silvan and Teleri (Through her grandfather's relatives)
20/20 Elvish (10/20 Sindarin, 6/20 Noldor, 2/20 Silvan, 2/20 Teleri)

APPEARANCE
Face Claim: Angelina Jolie
Hair Color: Medium Brown
Eye Color: Yellow-Green (Boldly-luminous when furious/angry)
Skin Tone: Creamy
Height: 5' 8"
Weight: 119 lbs
Body Build: Slim

Finger Claws:

Curved Daggers:

Combat Outfit:

Dresses for Two Towers/Return of the King

Wing-Cloak

PERSONALITY
OVERALL PERSONALITY
Likes: Humans, Elves, Dwarves, Hobbits, Ents, Happiness, Animals, Peace, Music, Plant-Life, Training, Flying/Sightseeing, Yearly Seasons.
Dislikes: Death, War, Chaos, Greed, Spiders, Maleficent, Orcs, Sorrow.
Strengths: Fighting/Combat, Flight, Knowledge, Wisdom, Harsh Temperature Resistance, Protective/Affectionate Nature, Keen Senses, Agility.
Other Powers: Wallcrawling, Banshee Scream, Enhanced Strength, Telepathy, Telekinesis.
Weaknesses: Stubbornness, Loneliness, Anger, Vindictiveness, Split Personality.
Fears: Sauron, Losing Family.

Elegant | Unpredictable | Capable | Headstrong | Mysterious | Maternal | Observant | Intelligent

Everyone believed Saeril to be born as a creature of chaos and pure evil, but they just do not know the true story. In actuality, Saeril is a good-hearted, nurturing individual, who highly valued the peaceful natures of Middle-Earth, whilst having the passion to support and protect its various realms and inhabitants. Born during the First Age, Saeril is a strong-willed she-elf, and the last of an ancient Elven clan from Fangorn Forest. A very intelligent, loyal-to-the-bone perfectionist, who stays true to her word, she focuses on finding the best intentions for others, to the point of making great judgment calls, as much as willingly risking her life, in the process.

From the despair of her devastating past, following the Deceiver's corruption upon her mind, Saeril is truly hurt and very lonely inside, having to be caused by the guilt and horror of her cruel and malicious deeds, as well as the amount of pain and trauma she had to endure. After being rescued by Gandalf the Grey, she was left "more Orc than Elf", while her other alter-ego "Maleficent", a psychopathic representation of her corruption, still lingers within her mind. However, after Sauron's defeat, this other personality dissipated, giving back her natural Elven beauty.

The ultimate goal was to redeem and dissipate this inner darkness from within, but she never anticipated it to be a challenge when she rekindled herself with her Dwarven godsons Fili and Kili, whilst having to closely bond with a young she-elf named Yavanna, whom she had grown to love and deeply care for, as if she were her own daughter. Determined to protect both the Sons of Durin and the Bright Star of Middle-Earth, Saeril will become extremely aggressive and violent, whenever someone threatens, or has inflicted any sort of harm to them; as this contrasts her more-gentle nature, she will be blunt and gladly let the offenders know the price. In addition, since witnessing the death of Fili, she will go to great lengths, if it means to prevent Kili and Yavanna from falling under the same fate.

Both as "Maleficent" and herself, Saeril is a ruthless, immensely-formidable warrior in her own right; despite withholding a certain elegance, she's truly a very deadly foe for anyone who'd dare challenge her personally. A vast majority of her strength came from the enchantment Sauron had placed upon her, as well as the supernatural connection he was able to forge between them; even while she was formerly his chief of the Isengard legion, she possessed a number of abilities that have allowed her to stand her own, and even overpower the most skilled of individuals. Due to this connection, she's able to enhance these abilities. She also shows herself to have great telepathic power; either taught or naturally inherited from her parents and/or ancestors, she can read the minds of others, conjure up visions through physical touch, and receive thoughts from a certain distance.

Saeril will not hesitate to comfort, guide, or advise others when they seem to need it. Proud, proper, and almost-completely fearless, she will never bow to anyone she disagrees with. Evident by her relationship with Thorin Oakenshield, it's complicated when it comes to terms of the trust; she betrayed him (as he claimed) by "stealing" the starlight jewels from his treasure hoard for King Thranduil. Although she was claimed as not "trusting", Saeril openly showed that she cared a great deal for him, saving his life multiple times on different occasions.

BACKGROUND
Place of Birth: Fangorn Forest (Also known as Ambaróna).
Family:
- Kili Durin (Godson; Alive) (Dwarf)
- Fili Durin (Godson; Deceased) (Dwarf)
- Dis Durin (Co-parent; Alive) (Dwarf)
- Vili Durin (Co-parent; Deceased) (Dwarf)
- Hermia (Mother; Deceased) (Noldor Elf)
- Lysander (Father; Deceased) (Sindarin Elf)
- Ulla (Aunt; Deceased) (Sindarin Elf)
- Kinloch (Uncle; Deceased) (Sindarin Elf)
- Kriva (Grandmother; Deceased) (Noldor Elf)
- Disgla (Grandfather; Deceased) (Silvan/Teleri Elf)
- Fidnai (Great-Grandmother; Deceased) (Teleri Elf)
- Sahov (Great-Grandfather; Deceased) (Silvan Elf)

Other Relations:
- Gandalf the Grey/White (Mentor/Friend; Alive) (Maiar)
- Thorin Oakenshield (Friend; Deceased) (Dwarf)
- Aragorn II Elessar (Friend; Alive) (Man)
- Lord Elrond (Acquaintance; Alive) (Half-Elf)
- Tauriel (Acquaintance; Alive) (Silvan Elf)
- Haldir (Acquaintance; Alive) (Silvan Elf)
- Gimli (Acquaintance; Alive) (Dwarf)
- Thranduil Greenleaf (Acquaintance/Friend; Alive) (Sindarin Elf)
- Legolas Greenleaf (Acquaintance/Friend; Alive) (Sindarin Elf)
- Yavanna Undomiel (Friend/Daughter-Figure; Alive) (Elven Hybrid; Mortal/Sindarin/Noldor)
- Bilbo Baggins, Frodo Baggins, Samwise Gamgee, Peregrine Took, and Meriadoc Brandybuck (Acquaintances/Friends; Alive) (Hobbits)
- Azog the Defiler & Bolg (Enemies; Deceased) (Gundabad Orcs)

[User]
Thorin saw a light coming from one of the towers...and his eyes then widened as he saw his eldest Nephew being dragged to the edge by Azog. "No...let him go." he said shaking his head. Watching the scene, his breath caught in his throat in horror...as he gasped seeing his eldest nephew being killed in front of them all. His jaw clenched...Azog then seemed to dissapear...along with Bolg and a few others. But Thorin would kill him...he would.

Bilbo flinched as he saw Fili falling down dead...he glanced away. Holding back tears...but was shocked to see one of his friends dead.

As Kili saw his brother's body fall down...in front of him. Kili swallowed...tears welling up in his eyes as he gasped. His big brother...his best-friend...the one that guided him, protected him, taught him things. Was dead. Gone. Searil's shriek made him cover his ears...flinching at the sound. It sounded like a Banshee wail, but worse. He then clenched his jaw and run out of his hiding place and up some stairs. Wanting to avenge his brother's death. And he would kill..he swore to himself, he would.

The shriek made Tauriel and Yavanna flinch. Both looked towards Ravenhill. And in that instant, Yavanna run faster; someone was in danger..or hurt. Tauriel sped up, running after Yavanna whom was at the front...running faster than Tauriel ever seen her run before.

[Assistant]
Bolg and the rest of the Orcs, as well as the bats from Gundabad, happened to arrive upon Ravenhill, as they start to attack Bilbo, Thorin, and the company. "Slay them all!", he announced to the fiendish creatures. At the same time, the three elves arrived. Legolas, having to spot one of the bats fly above them, he jumped upon it, letting it fly over to one of the top towers.

Saeril was on the upper level, killing anything that got in her way; searching for Kili, as fast as she could, her excellent eyesight managed to catch the two female elves in the distance. "Find him!", she shouted out to them, desperately, before blocking an attack from one of the Orcs. "Find Kili!", then she slashed at it's the throat. "Hurry!", she said once more before disappearing back into the tower, continuing her search.

[User]
As the Orcs arrived...everyone was trying to defend themselves. Young Bilbo got knocked out by one of the Orcs. The enemy left him like that; he was not their target. Thorin, Kili and Yavanna being their main targets. As Thorin fought with the enemy...he ended up on a very icy and fragile ground...it was very slippery and load of orcs and s few Goblins were making their way towards him.

Yavanna looked tense as Legolas caught onto one of the war bats watching him fly off to one of the towers. Hearing Saeril with Tauriel. The pair yelled back. "We'll find him." before Yavanna added "I promise!" The two young she-elves began to make their way towards the towers. A few Orcs attacked the pair of them...As Tauriel drew out her dagger...she slashed at two of their throats. With a kick..Yavanna sent one of the tumbling down from the bridge. When she was about to punch another one...that same mysterious telekinetic force blew the other 5 sideways; falling of the edge...a few went backwards. The wind knocked out of them.

I really need to learn, how to control that.  Yavanna told herself. As they run...she called out "Kili!"

"Kili!" Tauriel also called out...as the pair of them searched for the young Dwarf.

[Assistant]
"Go in for the kill! Finish them!", Azog told the pack as Orcs and Goblins begin to advance him on the thin ice. With its surface so slippery, Thorin can barely move out of the way of them. However, before they even could, an arrow hit one, and then another. If Thorin were to look up, Legolas would be standing on top of one of the towers, having to shoot these targets with his arrows, having to prevent every Goblin and Orc from reaching the Dwarf King. Once again, it's to kill the enemy, not to save the dwarf's life; not that he would admit it, yet.

Saeril continued searching for Kili; as fast as she can, to teach him in time before the enemy does. If he was to truly die, next after Fili, she will never forgive herself in not being able to protect the Durin bloodline. This was her only chance; find him, and protect him was Fili's last wish. And she took it, understanding his word, and swearing upon it. She'll die, if it means to protect the youngest heir. "Kili!", her voice echoed.


[System]
"Our relationship is strictly business. Nothing more, nothing less."
Age:
24
Sex:
Female
Height:
5'7" – 170cm.
Weight:
132lbs – 60kg
Role:
Anselmo Ranger
Skills:
Survival Expert - Growing up in an Outpost Village has equipped Spook with the abilities to subsist and live in the Outlands.

Concealed Weapons Expert - Spook has done extensive training with SMGs and pistols, rendering her used to their recoils and firing patterns.

Duelist - A virtuoso in swordplay, Spook is highly experienced with sharp, handheld weapons. Namely swords and knives.
Weaponry:
Monomolecular Sword – A single-edged sword, designed to prove that the blade is still a valid weapon in today's world. Theoretically, it can cut through anything. In practice, it can cut through a lot of things, but concrete is about it's limit.

Fusilaut 113 - A PDW designed after the Apocalypse, it's lightweight and internally suppressed to hide someone's presence in the field. Suppressor technology has not advanced to total silence and is still quite loud.

M2271 "Nailgun" – The workhorse of handguns, the M1911, has been reinvented following the Apocalypse. While bulkier, the M2271 has proved cost efficient to produce and beyond reliable, much like it's predecessor.
Equipment:
Traveler's Cloak - A thick, black and yellow cloak that's resistant to most types of weather. Provides great insulation against the cold.

Breathing Apparatus - A gas mask that covers the entire head, protecting Spook's identity. Provides protection against harmful gasses, radiation, and whatnot.

Leatherbound Journal – A simple journal bound in brown leather, complete with a clasp on the side. It is assumed that there's also some kind of writing implement to go with it.
Backstory:
Spook has given this as her straightest response to her history.

She was born in the outpost village of West Stonewall to a Seer of a mother and a Guardian for a father. She grew up with a rough start which made her adapt to the life of the wilderness, which explains her pension for doing exceptionally well in survival scenarios. She went to school with a small group of seven other kids, they were all really close. This was confirmed by one of the other survivors of the town, Damien Wiel. They used to go on hunts together in their teenage years. It was during one of these hunts that she was disfigured, which explains why she wears the mask. If it's as bad as she's described it, it's understandable why she wears it.

Moving on, she says she came to Anselmo following the destruction of West Stonewall by two bear-like beasts. She's described the attack in great detail. She had been washing the dishes after her family had eaten dinner as the ground started to shake. She rushed to the window to find what was essentially two giant, furry lumps coming over the horizon, and she knew immediately what was happening. She ran to grab one of the guns the family kept in the house, which ended up being the Jericho she still has to this day, found everyone, and took off running. Due to the fact that it was an outpost village, there were only two casualties in the attack, though it was still an experience for something that large to come after your livelihood. Some of the refugees left for other villages to either warn the inhabitants or find new places to live. The rest, obviously including Spook, made a pilgrimage to Anselmo and integrated into the city almost seamlessly. Most of the survivors became either Guardians or Rangers. She was sixteen at the time.

She took a job in a bakery for four years until the execution of a convicted witch by the name of Victoria Reikarn. This employment was confirmed by Syphax Aquilus, owner of the establishment, and he said he was sad to see her go. Why she chose to become a Ranger then is unknown, maybe her wanderlust had kicked in at twenty, or maybe she had a hunger to return to the outlands where she had once lived. Quite frankly, we don't care though. She's done exceptional work in the field so far, and we have every intention to hang onto her.

A note on the execution, she was just as transfixed by the loss of life as everyone else present, though she seemed oddly quiet given the atmosphere of a party.

One thing stands out in particular about a single mission, she was the lone survivor of something. All the Rangers got for a report was that something terrible descended on the group and she was powerless to stop it. She's refused to tell more on the matter and walled herself off for about a week before she went back into the field.

Beyond this, all there is is rumors. One states that she slaughtered an entire village of Wild Ones that posed a threat to an outpost, another says that she saved part of the Port District from a pack of rabid dogs. One even says she exposed several corrupt politicians in the Civil District, and while they turned out to be taking bribes, there's no evidence connecting her to the case. One thing is for sure, though. She's seen as a paragon by the people, despite coming across as a pariah.
Wish:
To reclaim the wilderness and send the Other back to the Other.
Trauma:
Watched helplessly as her old team was killed by a terrible monster. She's become even more silent than usual since then.

[User]
"You bet your sorry ass I'll fish you out of any hot spot, sir," Reed replied to Cross with a grin masked by his flight helmet. He had the easy job: drop off Rangers, fly off around fifty miles as to not bring monsters to the Rangers, set the autopilot to do loops in the area, and wait till he heard a transition from the team. He sometimes got bored, but he'd usually read the latest news on outposts and military accomplishments to keep up to date. Reed reopened the troop bay camera on his HUD, watching and listening as the Captain talked to everyone, meeting and greeting the men and women who'd watch his back, and him their's.

Soldiers always seemed to need to converse before a mission, it seemed to help to know that everyone was as nervous as you were. It let some of the pressure off of your chest. He was sure there were exceptions, but usually, he always heard the same chit chat about being nervous. On another note, Reed still wondered why they had to bring one of those large cats with them. The Nasri were just weird people and now he would have hair all over his troop bay. Better than dead and dying soldiers, he supposed, but he had allergies to cats.

He sighed, watching the ground whirl by through his golden visor. "And on your right, you'll see a few nomad giants. They're slow moving and pretty lazy, as many of you probably know. I see their groups lazily wandering the area during most flights. Pretty passive too, once watched them pass by a Ranger camp without disturbing them. After they ate what resembled some elephants, of course. Scavengers, if you ask me." Reed said, giving him something to talk about. The Rangers probably didn't care, and he didn't care if they cared. They had the mission to think about, that was what mattered.

[Assistant]
Rig smiled to himself at the responses and chatter. Before he knew it the idle nature of the conversation was helping. He looked again to each face, covered or otherwise of the people around him. Some where a lot more threatening then others. The medic looked like a simple enough guy, but of course he wasn't. Medical training and a seer? Bud's got talent.

The strange cat lady was also a point of notice. He didn't like the big thing she was bringing with her. He also didn't like the fact that after this flying bucket landed, he'd be on one himself. He shuddered at the thought. Maybe she could give him some tips on the creatures later. "I've just got Lyme disease, pox, a cold, and uhm, the black death last time I checked. Nothing to stress over." He chided over to James. He was glad to be joking at a time like this. Like captain's saying, they are going into a completely undocumented scenario. He hoped they could talk like this most of the trip.

"Luckily for you captain, I fix engines in my sleep. So there's nothing to worry about."  As the pilot lit up the comms, he looked out to the side of the vehicle. He may have been away from the outside, but he could still see those big things. He wasn't scared per say, but seeing them reminded him once again of his reality. This wasn't a pub they were sitting in, it was a delivery. Soon he'd be on the ground, expected to deal with things of at least that size. He sighed to himself, trying to let his smile drift too far away. At least those one's wont eat me.

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Morran@MechonRaptor@Mega Birb@13org@deadpixel101@Mataus
Nathaniel shook his head. "No no. There is a deference. If you're saying your nervous, your cocky, arrogant, ignorant. You don't respect the Wild. What it stands for, what it does to people, military and civvi alike. But fear-" He nodded as he leaned forward, looking through the commander with a thousand yard stare, subtle wide eyes and a light smirk. It would seem almost like a crazed look with a touch of amusement. He could be confused with a wildling if Jake hadn't read up on his profile, which James figured he must've. He did when he ran Jester.

"Fear is that primal instinct that helps even the most sophisticated and civilized men and women survive in the sea of death which is the Wild. It humbles you, it shows you respect what's out there. Without it, your nothing more than meat to something bigger and deadlier. We're no longer the apex predators of the animal kingdom, not any more, not with Leviathans and god knows what else mucking about. With all due respect sir, I believe fear and nervousness are different. Though they intertwine they are different entities in their own right. Call me crazy or call me wise, fuck, call me an asshole. I don't care...With all due respect." He sighed, two plumes of smoke exiting his nose as he sat back and looked down to his rifle. He nodded, leaning his head to the side.

"But I guess with this being said I should say that I've lived out in the Wild a good portion of my life as a scavenger accompanying rangers into the Wild. Lived in Outpost Archeron. I scavenged for a while but some shit happened that forced my hand. Joined the military and the ranger division. Why? so I can come out here into the Wild and keep doing what I like doing. Guess you can say I'm an adrenaline junkie for shit like this. Now as for what brought me here? Transferred. Jester was shutdown. Reasons are classified but before I lead them, I watched over them like an angel. I was three angels in one. I was their guardian angel, the angel of vengeance and the angel of death. I hold the ranger's marksmen record with a confirmed kill over 2200 meters with this baby here." He tapped his rifle with a grin.

"So basically I'm here to watch you all run into the fray as I find a nice comfy tree or piece of land to lay in and watch over your asses. Especially yours Isis...Woof. He laughed as he looked at Isis. A lighthearted jab at her. He looked back over the crew.

"I'm the Grim Reaper ladies and gents. My touch of death can be felt a mile plus away before you here my call. By then I have moved on. Nothing more than a faint whisper in history." There was the slight crazed smirk of his. Internally he was scared shitless. This mission brought him past his comfort zone. Well into the brush. Creatures of the abyss wandered this expansive hellhole. in droves. Past the nearest outpost, past any decent form of sanctuary but despite this fear, he felt serenity. This was like a second home to him with a love hate relationship. It was like the old world when people would dive with sharks or skydive. Death was an immediate threat before jumping in with sharks or jumping out of a perfectly good aircraft. But in the moment one got inches from a Great White, or when they let gravity take them thousands of feet back to earth, it was the closest thing to being alive anyone could get without dying. But as he has seen, in those final moments of someone's life, is when life's greatest question "Why are we here?" is answered. The answer:

To survive...

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Spook scoffed at Jake telling her to ease it up with her weapons, though she still complied and sheathed the sword on her back. "Just 'cause I'm being pessimistic doesn't mean I'm wrong." She leaned forward and stashed the whetstone somewhere on her person, though exactly where was a mystery. Otherwise, she nodded to what the others said, at least until Nate had a psychotic break and started calling himself the Grim Reaper. At this, she looked up at him, blank stare of the mask calling him on his shit before she even said anything.

"Bullshit. Ninety-six has the farthest confirmed kill, 2500 meters. Took a Wild One Chieftain's head clean off, fucker was dead before he hit the ground. You're in seventh, behind Gunnery Sergeant Carlos Hathcock, at 2,286 meters with an M2 Browning machine gun." She took a second to let the fact sink in, that he was eighty-six meters short of outranging an automatic weapon. And then she picked up where she left off. "You're eighty-six meters short of a guy in a jungle with a machine gun, and three-hundred of the record. You wanna go for it? By all means, but everything out here is pissed off enough to know you're shooting at it from four miles away. Now are you done being edgy?" Spook sat back and crossed her arms and legs, right foot bouncing lightly to keep the time.

She happened to glance over at Isis while she awaited some kind of response. Nate was right about one thing, she had to admit; she had an ass to kill for.


[System]
Age: 35
Nationality: American W/ German citizenship
Gear/Weapons:
Heckler & Koch FABARM FP6 Entry: A short 14" barrel variation on the standard 12 gauge shotgun.
Heckler & Koch HK69A1: Hand-held pistol style Grenade launcher
Heckler & Koch USP: .45 ACP Variant sidearm pistol.

Apperance:

Bio:
Alright, let's just get this out of the way: Yes, his grandfather was a Nazi, moving on.

Born in America, his father raised him on stories of living in the German Ghetto of post WW2. His father, who became an American citizen and then joined the US NAVY as a medic during Vietnam. They lived as well as anyone else on a retired benefits package, slightly padded because his dad worked for the VA after leaving the service so he filled out his own VA forms with full knowledge of all the little tips and tricks to get every penny coming to them. Andrew Studied hard and had full plans to go to west-point then enlist as an officer, lifetime career to the meatgrinder...Then his dad died.

Technically both his parents died, but he was never strongly attached to her. She acted more like a big sister than a mother as she wanted to be his friend rather than someone to depend on. They were out to the store when they got front-ended by a drunk driver who went over the middle divider, the front seats were impaled by the engine block and the back seat wasn't much better but he survived with 'superficial' damage to his limbs more than his main flesh.

Now an orphan too young to emancipate, he had to move to Germany to be with his ailing grandfather. Rind was a nice enough city, named after the river, or the river named after the city? He went to school there while taking care of his grandfather who volunteered at the local Hebrew temple in Contrition for what he did when he was younger. "After it was all over, after the dust had settled, we were shown just what we had been fighting for that whole time...it broke something inside of me. Not all of us fought on the winning, or right, side of the war."

Different than he planned, but still on his schedule. He fast-tracked himself to attend Führungsakademie der Bundeswehr in Hamburg rather than returning to America to go to West Point. He was doing this to honor his family, not his country. He graduated 2 years later in the middle of his class and was one of the lucky few drawn from a lottery to be interviewed. He told his story of living on both sides of the ocean with nothing but propaganda to filter his views of the world but not letting it cloud his judgment. They deemed his clearheadedness a unique trait that would be needed when dealing with entities on the other side.
Personality:
A calm and clear-minded individual, he likes to gather all the information he can before coming to a judgment. Often a member of student councils and a personal mediator in conflicts growing up. He is a herald of peace in times of war, a dove with eagles claws.
Other:

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Jack walked along behind his commander carrying his HK416 on his shoulder. He spotted the decrepit fence noticing it coul be a pasture of some sort. Maybe it wasn't so far off from Kansas as he thought..exploring the field could be quite an experience. Why not? They would still fulfill their mission.
"Sir, Why not? Let's follow the fence"
Jack glanced toward either end of the fence he could see nothing seemed to be wrong.

[Assistant] The fence was a surprise to Lucas. He had been expecting to encounter natives of the world some time, but finding something instantly recognizable was comforting. It meant that the inhabitants were not completely alien, had somewhat similar architecture ideas, and were likely civilized. Lucas nodded approvingly at the suggestion that they follow it. "Yes sir, that sounds good. Let's check it out." He shifted his pack as he examined the field. It did indeed look like a pasture, but it was pretty run down... Maybe who ever built this had long since abandoned it? He wasn't a historian or archeologist, but Lucas couldn't help but start to develope theories about this world from every tiny bit of information he got. Maybe the civilization had died out already and all they would discover were ruins? No... a wooden fence would have decayed long before then... Well, there was only one way to get more information. "I want to find out more about this world..."

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"I swear to god: if we come up on the ewoks village, I'm going to loose it."
The next two hour or so passed without incident as he tried to keep a lookout for not just the strange, but the familiar as well. Signs of local German flora or fauna, even an oak leaf or chipmunk would be of some reassurance. Then came the fence, he was an army brat and a city-kid so he had no bearing on fences beyond picket-iron-chainlink. But this proved to have both benefits and drawbacks.
Assuming the best case scenario for them, it would be n abandoned dwelling with perhaps some sort of writing and food samples for the science teams to comb over with a fine toothed comb. An abandoned house would also give them a rest point and forward position of shelter against whatever this world might bring. Even a turtle-shell roof against deadly meteor showers. The other chance is to make fist contact with cannibal hobbits who want them to stay for dinner.

"Sir, logic would dictate that this area is corded off for a reason, that means civilized tool using people. Our chances of encountering fauna and local natives that are capable of thought and reasoning goes up exponentially. This fence could be one, ten, or a hundred years old."
He looked to the others in the group for their support or at least to get a read on their faces. He saw the medic having carried so much extra gear to keep them alive, a twinge of guilt struck him. That guilt became an idea to force a break on the group to reconsider following the fence.
"Snider. We're halfway there, do you want me to take some off your back for the next leg?"

[Assistant]
Karl nodded in agreement. Their job was to recon the area for any signs of anything, a fence was more then enough reason to investigate, even if it looked like it hadn't been maintained in forever.
"Right. Okay let's move out then. Keeps your eyes open, just in case. For all we know those green things back at the entrance could have made this."
It took the group about 20 minutes to follow the fence over the hill to it's origin. The burnt out ruins of what appeared to be a farm house and a barn, along with some other smaller buildings. It wasn't recent though and you didn't have to be an expert to see that. Most of the ash was gone and plants had started to grow up in some of the ruins, this farm had obviously been destroyed a long time ago. Two things, however stood out. Littered about where withered, burned wooden shafts, probably arrows of some sort. And the other was a dagger sticking out of one of the burnt posts on what would've been the farmhouse. The dagger was in good condition, albeit very rusted, and was most likely placed there after the fire. The final thing that was noticeable was a fading path, that connected to a larger path that conveniently led off into the mountains.
"Well, whatever was here isn't anymore. Hmm... That path there leads towards the mountains, we can take that. If there is an easy way through them this path would probably lead us there."
He turned to the group.
"Right, okay we'll take a 5 minute break and then continue."
Turning back towards the burned down house, Karl started to take a closer look at the dagger. Probably a message from whoever attacked whoever.

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"Right ok we'll take a five minute break and then continue"

Jack took a sip from his water bottle and replaced it in his coat. He contemplated sitting on the ground but his curiousity of the farmhouse was greater than the weariness of walking all day.
Jack climbed over the fence walking around to the back of the building. Jack walked into to the barn and looked around picking up a withered stick to look at. It could have been an arrow or maybe a piece of some other tool; a plow or rake.
The building was old and Jack wondered what had destroyed it? Why? Was this place so close to earth as to have wars of sorts? It seemed to be at least as civilized as earth. Fields, fences, what if they had just stumble back in time not into another world? The troll the German police had seen came back to him. No that must not be it. If the building was newer he could tell more he was no expert on this...
He was egar to continue on up onto the mountains standing on the path lookin up seeing if anything coul. Be discerned by the little path.

[Assistant]
"Snider. We're halfway there, do you want me to take some off your back for the next leg?"

Lucas shook his head when Keller asked if he needed any help. It was uncomfortable, but not unmanageable. Besides, as a medic he wasn't supposed to do any sort of fighting (unless it was to protect his patients), so it didn't matter if he was a little over-encumbered. "Thanks Keller, but no I'm good. It's just bulky, no big deal."

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When the group arrived at the house (if it could even be called that anymore), Lucas dropped his pack and joined Karl in examining the dagger, followed by wandering into the house and taking a look around. His curiosity was plainly visible on his face as he did so. The architecture was just like back on earth (albeit, a very early European style), and the dagger looked like something straight out of their history museums... This was odd. How could two separate dimensions have the same basic technology and architecture? Did humans from early in earth's history discover another portal like this and settle here? It seemed unlikely, since something that impressive would surely have been documented in some of the historical records. What about the technological development in and of itself? Could it be that there was general direction which was the most efficient for technological progress, so any civilization would develop along the same lines as earth had? Lucas shook his head, perplexed. He was a doctor, but questions like this were still far above his pay grade.

When he finished investigation, he walked back over to Karl and remarked "Seems odd eh, Sir? Everything here looks like it could have been made on earth maybe 500, 600 years ago."

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"Seems odd eh, Sir? Everything here looks like it could have been made on earth maybe 500, 600 years ago."

Karl grabbed the dagger, giving it a small wiggle as he yanked it out of the post. The dagger was thin, decorated with a mixture of long, straight lines and curled short ones. The blade itself had two curves in it and looked more ornamental then one meant for use.
"Maybe, but people 600 years ago at least knew how to make proper blades. Whoever made this preferred looks over use."
He examined the blade a bit closer before shoving it in one of the empty pouches he had.
"Alright, time to go. Weirden, Keller! Break times over! Let's follow this path here. It'll be easier and probably safer."

The small dirt path obviously hadn't been traveled on in a very long time, though a few animal footprints could be spotted on it. Guess no one had any reason of visiting a burned out barn. The dirt road was long, but eventually lead to a larger one. The larger one ran off into two directions, one towards the mountains and one towards the forest. The larger dirt road also looked like people used it recently, fairly recently. Footprints, horse tracks, wheels and some other unidentifiable tracks littered the road. This pretty much confirmed that people still lived here. Karl squatted down, getting a better look at the tracks.
"Maybe something of a main road?" He looked up, scanning the horizon in both directions.
"Might just be a slow time in the day. Alright, we'll take this to the mountains." He stood back up, motioning towards his men to follow. The road was long and very empty, after another two hours of walking the group didn't come across anything else except for the occasional road sign. The letters on the signs were various circles and spirals. Obviously not a language from their world. At each sign Karl took pictures of the lettering in case they'd need to translate it later. Around the third hour mark two figures appeared in the distance. People. Karl started running situations through his head. Should they jump of the road and hide while they pass? Should they try to apprehend them, see what they could learn from them? Thinking over his options, he quickly decided to go with the best one that would draw the least attention.
"Safeties off, but no sudden movement. Just keep walking. If they look like they are going to try something you may fire. If this truly is like the times of old, then four oddly dressed people won't stand out too much."
Karl flipped his MP7's safety off, keeping his finger resting just outside the trigger guard in case they were hostile.

[Assistant] Lucas flipped the safety off his carbine with a metalic click and took up the rear of the group. Who were the people they spotted? What did they look like? Were they human? Alien? Monsterous? Oh in his heart he truely wanted to take the lead and be the first to get a closer look, but the situation demanded that he stay in the back incase shit went sideways. Wouldn't want the medic to be the first casualty of an alien attack. *ThumpThump ThumpThump ThumpThump* His beating heart betrayed his excitement. First contact, oh what a time to be alive! And he was part of the group doing it!

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Andrew had hung back and kept his head on a swivel. Patroling the outer range, he took photos of the structure from all outsides. He let the others do the exploration and did indeed take the offered break to snack on a power bar then wash it down with a swig of his canteen that had a packet of kool-aid in it for flavor and a sugar boost. It was something his family did back since nam.

When it was time to be boots up, he took third position and switched from shotgun to grenade launcher in case they encountered anything heavy. As they came upon the tracks, he took a picture of them for the eggheads back at base, the boss was taking pictures of the signs. But now it was time for first contact.

Firing an explosive into the group was a recipe for disaster, so he switched back to shotgun but kept a relaxed position. His weapon was armed with alternatig rounds of birdshot-buckshot-slug. He set his phone to record and put it in his chest pocket. Hoping for the best and planning for the worst.


[System]
Age
17
Place of Residence
166 Everbrook Circle
Personality Traits
The Prescott's are known for being fiscally responsible, intelligent, upstanding citizens of Everbrook. Abbie Prescott is an anomaly if one would expect such things from the daughter of James Prescott and Laura Lee Sparrow.

Abigail isn't the greatest of students, not particularly book smart, nor is she particularly the model daughter of such a family. The only thing in common she holds with her father's family is being fiscally responsible, though she sort of has to be considering the fact that she is not allowed great privilege despite being from a prestigious family. She has no credit card, no allowance, and is expected to be "self-determined"; to earn everything that she wants. It's easy to be fiscally responsible when you are the only girl on Everbrook Circle without expendable income. In fact, the only thing she has is a car and that was only because her Sweet Sixteen allowed her to finally get one. She didn't even think she was getting one until her mother put the keys in her hand.

She hates it. She hates all of it. But it's life.

Speaking of her manners, Abbie isn't exactly mean, but she does channel her frustrations in a less than tactful manner. She's sarcastic, often at other's expenses. She thinks she has it just as bad as kids from Courtland Street, even if it's not exactly comparable. She's rather self-centered and when she gets mad she seems to make everything out to be much worse than it is. Her own cousin, Samuel, thinks she's full of hot air. For those that know Abbie they probably wouldn't contest that much.

That said, Abbie isn't a sociopath or even a "Queen Bee" type. She certainly frames herself to be an alpha, but a lot of that seems to be more present on the basketball court rather than in casual conversation. Whereas her family prefers social niceties, Abbie doesn't. In fact, Abbie's honest demeanor can be oft mistaken for antagonistic japes when she is merely being blunt. Though sometimes it would help if she could read the room, or measure her responses better. Of all the kids born from the families on Everbrook Circle, one could probably do worse than Abigail "Abbie" Prescott. That much is for sure. At least she won't brag about having more money than you, after all.
Family History/Backstory
The Prescott Family is one of the oldest families in the city of Everbrook.

Abigail, Abbie to anyone that knows her, has had a motor since she was old enough to walk. Despite only growing to be five-foot-three she has shown an affinity for competition and a flair for the dramatic. Every single girls' basketball team in Everbrook has highlighted her talents at the guard position. Still, the spotlight hasn't made her happy enough. She wants to be free of Everbrook and while she has the prestige that a member of the Prescott Family deserves, she lacks the opportunity. In over nine generations not a single Prescott has left Everbrook. Some who wanted to never got the chance to.

But family secrets are elusive, flying under Abbie's radar with relative ease. She's not particularly inquisitive due to her hyper-focused and self-centered nature. Her Sweet Sixteen wasn't too long ago and the idea of a collegiate basketball career has not yet crossed her mind. Right now she's hoping to drag Everbrook's sorry excuse for a girls' basketball program to a State and National Championship. However, she might not get that chance. The upcoming summer is strange and full of misfortune. She had been called up to a basketball camp… but her invitation was canceled last minute when the camp was canceled. When she tried to drive out of Everbrook for a festival in another state the only way out was blocked off by a traffic accident on six different occasions.

What the hell was going on?
Other Info
* The Prescott's are rather wealthy. They have run the Prescott Cider Mill since 1736 and own several non-essential businesses in Everbrook. One member of the family was even Mayor during the First World War.
* Her mother comes from a long line of bankers. Her grandfather runs the Prescott National Bank.
* Her car is a 1970 Plymouth Roadrunner. She hoped for something more modern, but it's Everbrook. There are still functional payphones, after all.
* She has a part-time job working at the local supermarket -- though its more of a general store.

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"You sound crazy."

Abbie sighed, as she listened to everyone recounting their experiences. Cancelled plane tickets, broken vans, and teleporting bikes. It all sounded like nonsense, even with Will's paranoid dead sister recounting the same wild story he did.

Everything everyone said could be explained away. Gabi was poor, Will was delusional and probably sick in the head, and the pandemic wasn't even officially officially over so of course things got canceled. Thinking weird shit was real was something people who were always going to be stuck in this town thought about, and Will was the exact type of person to try to push something like this. His sister's death had made him even weirder than he already was--and he was pretty frickin' weird.

"Just because the ferry's out or whatever doesn't mean shit. Personally, I think you have brain worms. But yeah, I agree that we need to get out of here. The faster I'm out of this stupid library the better."

[Assistant]
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 Everbrook Public Library
Old Room. May 28th 2020.

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 "You sound crazy."

Of course, he sounded crazy. He felt crazy. But there was one thing that made him feel that he wasn't simply losing his mind. He gripped Sarah's notebook in his hand. "I know I sound nuts. And I don't care if you believe me or not." He stood up, looking towards the door of the room. "But my sister was worried about something before she died. I'm going to find out what it was, and maybe find out why she and those others killed themselves."

He wiped the sweat from his brow, and slowly looked at the others gathered in the room. "You guys don't have to believe me either. I'm used to it. But I want to find out what happened to Sarah." He pushed past the others, and walked out of the room. The Prescott girl...her family ran the whole damn town. He wondered if her family knew more about the things that went on than they let on, but he had no place to question or argue, especially with one of the social royalty of town.

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Everbrook Public Library
May 28th 2020 | The Stacks/Old Room

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 "You sound crazy."

Jess cringed a bit at that one, the comment while sighed still seemed too direct and to the point. Sure, she herself was skeptical of the idea that something supernatural was happening but flat out calling someone crazy was a bit harsh. She couldn't really say anything though as she didn't even know these people and maybe the two didn't get along. Will seemed to be the outcast after all and if the girl was in with the popular loop it would make sense that they might not get along. Still, she really should have tried to consider the boy's feelings a bit more though that was unlikely since the added words to her previous statement weren't much better. This all suddenly seemed unbearably awkward and Jess worried about how the boy before them might react.

Honestly, he had taken it in stride with the words he first spoke but his body language said differently. The tight grip and the eyes glancing to the door as if wanting to escape spoke volumes that the girl's words had probably hurt him after all but it was the continuation of his initial statement that sent Jess reeling. Died? She felt her stomach drop instantly before twisting in knots at that. She had thought he was being the defending brother, not someone lost and looking for answers about his own sister. It made it even worse to hear that she had taken her own life and apparently, she was not the only one to do so. It made her think of her own mother's death and how she had been desperately trying to find answers after it happened, trying to look back for any signs that she might have missed, anything that she should have done differently. She knew that stinging pain and her heart went out to him in understanding.

Jess barely registered when he spoke to the rest of the group as she had been lost in the past but there was no missing when he brushed past them. She bit the inside of her cheek slightly, telling herself not to ask the other girl if it was really necessary to have said those things as nothing good would come of it. Instead, she turned heel and exited the dusty room. It was creepy as hell in there and that was not the type of history she had been wanting to find. What kind of town was this?! One thing was for sure, it felt wrong to let Will leave like this. It was probably gonna be a wild goose but if it helped him get closure then why not? She had nothing better to do and maybe she would learn more hearing from someone or multiple people who lived there then in these books."Will! Wait up!", she called, working to catch up with him.

[Assistant]
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"Yes, we can help!"

Amira went off after the both of them, quickly deciding against staying in that room for any second longer. The poor kid had a lot on his shoulders, and losing his sister was the absolute worst. Shew couldn't even begin to imagine what it must have been like; not that she had any siblings, but nonetheless losing a loved one you were close to was beyond horrible. Amira followed behind them at a quick pace, not wanting to idly stand by knowing that Will was going through his difficult moment. She wasn't entirely sold on the supernatural being responsible for these occurrences, but there had to be something more at play other than mere inconveniences that kept creeping up on people, herself included.

"Where are you going to start?" The girl adjusted her bag, still rushing after William. "You should make a plan rather than rushing in and getting involved in something like this."

Was she overstepping? Quite possibly, but Amira was concerned about Will. She didn't want to see him to get hurt, and she knew the guilt would kill her if she didn't at least try to reason with him.

[User]
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Location: Court Street, Everbrook Public Library

Date: May 28th, 2020

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"Well, I wouldn't exactly call this a mystery." Asélie replied, skeptical to the core, to Amira.

All and all, it was crazy talk, like the blonde suggested. So what if Will found his sister's journal, or that they were having trouble leaving town? The world had been experiencing a pandemic; of course people would experience difficulties in getting around with everything being shut down or delayed. Sure, Asélie had been practically begging her parents to move back to Canada, but making it out to be some sort of supernatural issue was scoff-worthy. To Asélie, the only thing even remotely spooky about all of this was learning that Will's sister, Sarah, had killed herself.

"Tu me prends pour un poisson," She commented in reply but to no one in particular. "But whatever. It's something to do, I guess."

Leaning her skateboard against her shoulder, Asélie walked over to the return box for library material and deposited her items that needed to be returned before following Will and the two girls out of the room.

[Assistant]
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"Fuck, man..." Gabi huffed. Of anyone present, she thought she should have been the one to believe Will without hesitance. But on some level, for some reason, she couldn't. It wasn't that she didn't believe in the supernatural. In some form, there had to be something more out there. There was just too much weirdness in the world to fully explain away. For fuck's sake, she'd been bigfoot hunting. Maine wasn't even really peak sasquatch country. Maybe on some level, she realized it would have been a wild goose chase rather than a wild ape chase, but she still had some faith in the concept.

So why wasn't she sold on this? Why, when confronted with something possibly paranormal, did she find herself doubting? It didn't make sense to her. Maybe if this wasn't so raw and personal, she might have been more open to it. Some long-forgotten local legend that would lead to a night in some abandoned cabin talking to nobody, trying to contact the spirits of the departed through some culturally appropriated board game might have been an instant in, but the fact that it was Will's sister was throwing her off. Grief was a hell of a thing. Logic and clear thought became foggy in its wake, and when it came crashing down on someone's psyche, it could make them believe in truly crazy stuff.

But dammit, if Will needed anything, it was a bit of support. Gabi ran her fingers through her hair and let out another anxious breath, then started after him and Amira. Up the stairs, and mercifully out of the creepy old archive room, she hurried her pace to catch up. "Hey. I know I don't know ya too much, but I'm in. Doin' this alone's no way to deal with this, yeah?" She offered, giving the two a tight-lipped smile. There was a definite aura of sympathy in the action, but part of her worried it might have been misconstrued as overtly pitiful.

She agreed with Amira's suggestion of a plan. A passionate moment and a desire for truth could well have sent them on a dead ended path. "Yeah, yeah, for sure. Whaddaya think? Anywhere ya think we should check out first?"

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Had she been too harsh?

It was a thought that entered Abbie's mind after Will stomped off rambling how he knew how he sounded and how he didn't care if she believed him or not. The other kids that Will had convinced to come check out the old library room with him seemed more sympathetic and it made Abbie, if only for a moment, to think like she was the crazy one. Despite the fact she didn't believe Will's story about the bridge or the park, she had to admit, albeit quietly to herself, that some of the stories they were sharing did hint at something being off. She could explain away Gabi's van problems or her own travel issues. Everything didn't suddenly go back to normal after half-of-a-year of a global pandemic. She almost wanted to be as stupid as people who believed it.

As she saw how Will reacted to her opinion, the girl's brows furrowed and she bit her lip, but kept her cool as she headed outward, intending to leave the library as quickly as possible.

"Christ." She muttered, under her breath as she moved back the way she came until she was out of the library. However, for some reason, she couldn't will herself to take off. Not yet. She leaned against her car, keys in hand, eyes fixated on the library door's--waiting to see when the others would exit the library. She wasn't sure why.


[System]
Codename: Quake

City of Operation: Cleveland

Appearance: Short brown hair with some blonde highlights. Grace is built tall and lanky, and without slouching is 6' 3". She often wears simple clothing that she can hide her bulletproof vest and gear inside. This often means hoodies and jeans or cargo pants with pockets. Since she's not concerned with a secret identity she doesn't wear a mask and thus is called Quake only by the inhabitants since they needed something to call her.

Age: 23

Gender: Female

Superpowers:
Earth Control: A Caught ability. Can move any kind of rock, but cannot move metal or refined rock. Hand movements are key to manipulating earth and thus if her hands are bound she cannot manipulate earth in a controlled manner. Using her mind without her hands lowers her upper limit for controlling earth of one ton to one hundred pounds.

Lie Detection: A Caught ability. Inherent sense of a lie without training of any kind. Innaccurate, however, Grace can't pinpoint which statment is a lie unless they're all said separately.

Skills/ Talents:
Customer Service: Through years of waitressing and doing customer service, Grace has learned to keep a cool head and a straight face in the worst of situations.

Practical Plans: Grace has learned to be practical in most of what she does. Her plans aren't usually the most creative, but they work the best.

Equipment:
Cheap self defense items mostly including mace and a cute cat charm that doubles as brass knuckles.

Weaknesses:
Cannot use powers effectively if her hands are bound or if Grace surrounded by metal.

Only wants to fight as a super hero to stop the craziness of the supervillian rampage. Anything beyond that will take convincing and a sincere effort to make her see that becoming a super hero is the best idea. However, seeing how she's been out of work a few times due to super hero fights, this is unlikely. She leans more towards becoming a hero than before, however.

Psyche:
Grace has no interest in being a superhero. In fact, if it wasn't for the whole incident with all ther heroes in Cleveland suddenly lighting on fire, Grace would have been happy to remain a civilian in all cases. Beyond seeing that fighting the supervillians is a good thing to do, Grace doesn't much care about the 'fight of the week' as she calls it. If anything, her lack of concern for the city aside from fighting for 'the poor schmucks that get caught in the crossfire' is quite alarming, and as such it's not surprising that she could also turn her back on the ideal if she makes sure that no one gets hurt by it. Grace has no interest in becoming a big shot hero. She can however, say that maybe she does like being a hero a little bit more than before.

History: I don't need more than one or two paragraphs here, but the more detail the better.
Born into middle class Grace had an average upbringing. If something exciting happened during her childhood it might have been that her father got a promotion at work so that they all moved into upper middle class. She started work early at the age of fifteen and saved up for a car. She got one as a gift a few years later. It was a plain sandy color and didn't stand out much. At eighteen she graduated with slightly above average grades and started to attend university the same year. She stayed in Cleveland with her parents for a while before moving out to stay in her own apartment.

Senior year was when the White Rain event occurred. She heard the thunder and saw the clouds but did not leave or seek shelter as she was more interested in getting her groceries home than worrying about getting wet. However, when it started to rain milk she decided to slowly move to shelter then seek out the government's help. She remained at university for four years then graduated. The summer that she graduated was mostly uninteresting and she remained in a waitress job until she was fired due to the hero epidemic destroying her workplace.

Shortly after the event she got registered and returned to her life. She had no interest in her powers besides honing them in secret when she could and using them to help with any landscaping jobs she had the potential to do. As the superhero and supervillian threat rose, she found herself out of a job very often due to her place of employment being destroyed in the battle. As a result she's held many jobs, and learned to avoid trouble. However, when all the heroes of Cleveland 'got fired', Grace stepped up to restore balance.

[User] Pearl scowls at the cigar man. "I don't think you understand." She says. "I do have a choice. It doesn't matter if I'm wanted, I will not take off the armour. I will definitely not remove my pulse cannon from my possession outside of a Xeaforge Industries controlled area." She put the pulse cannon to her hip, where it attached magnetically, looking like she was carrying a small barrel on her side. "But I will pay for what I've done." She looked at the large guy, Blueberry Muscles as one of the men had called him, before she turned to Aaron. "Round up the animals, your own discretion." She turns to move after the lion that had moved behind the penguin house. "Call down the overwatch drone. Use it to help round up the animals." She says to ANAI. A few moments later, what looks like a three meter wide disk descends near the ground The bottom of it was a blueish-whiteish colour, while the top was a black colour. It moved to animals (under ANAI's control) and began to make noises that sounded like a loud version of a gaming controller's vibrations. The Xeaforge men themselves were surrounding animals and scaring them into their pens again.

[Assistant]
Lee Kyger-Ifrit

Outside Cleveland Metroparks Zoo

Lee immediately whipped his hand back and shut of the stream of fire. With the dragons help, they had incinerated the animal lady, once the smoke had cleared, all that was left was a charred husk. He had never killed someone before, but to appease his conscious, he told himself that it was the work of the Dragon. It was enough to to stop himself from throwing up, which was a thing that he did not want to so. Lee sighed, now all that they had to do was finish up the armor lady, and that was that.

Thankfully, the girl and her crew, who had been affected to the heat of fire, surrendered. Lee sighed a sigh of relief. He really did not want to fight that, it was annoying enough to deal with the animal lady. Her crew surrounded her, maybe trying to see if they would attack, which was a precaution he probably also would have taken in her situation.

Lee glanced the the blue guy, cigar man and the earth girl, who had argued that surrendering meant putting their guns down. But if they were in there shoes, they would have felt the they were in a hostile environment. She had turned on them, those who wished to help her in a dangerous situation. Now that the situation had diffused, and she was the only on left, she was in danger. There was always the possibility them attacking her because of the situation that had just taken place.

Lee slowly descended until his feet touched the hot asfault and transformed into his normal human self. Since the threat had been dealt with, he did not have much to worry about. That did not mean he was ready to transform back. "Well shit." Lee mumbled when he saw the armor girl revel her face. He never expected a good looking girl like her to be so, unreasonable. An argument ensued but he really did not care to much, things had been taken care of. Lee shrugged and walked away, maybe he would head to the mall, he had never been to the Cleveland mall before.

[User]
Although Drake didn't show any facial expressions, he felt guilty about what he had just done, he had killed the villain and he just stood there silently. He watched as the Ohio National Guard entered the zoo ground and pointed guns at them. Drake's body stopped being on fire and even though he wasn't for surrendering he was compliant and bowed his head in a slight bit of shame, averting his eyes.

"I didn't want her to die, I lost control. I'm sorry" he said ashamed. His tempter had gotten him to do something that wasn't heroic and criminal, some would argue that it was self defense, but he felt guilty and horrible. He had done something that was monstrous and it wasn't a wonder why people hated him and called him a monster. James' anger is what had gotten him trapped in this terrible form and now it had killed someone. This wasn't his first time killing, but he still hated it and it made him feel like he didn't deserve to ever be changed back into a human.

This was his first time working together with other heroes to fight villain and it didn't seem to have gone that well.

[Assistant]
When Tess's consciousness finally returned, she realized that she was moving in some sort of vehicle. She could feel the wind — oh, how she loved the feeling of cool air — blowing against her, her hair had fallen out of the ponytail sometime when she wasn't awake. She found difficulty in opening her eyes, her eyelids felt like boulders that her eyesockets had the unfortunate burden of carrying. She tried raising her head up, and she banged it off the cold hard side of the minicar. That was enough to get her eyes open.

"Ow, fuck!" she cursed aloud, clutching her head in pain. She'd already suffered a concussion and clumsily banging it around wasn't helping that matter. She looked at the driver and recognized her as Phoenix. She clasped her hand over her mouth, realizing her language might not be appreciated by the adult professional. "How long have I been out? Where are we going?" she asked, looking at the trees they passed as the motorcycle advanced down the road. Hoping she wasn't coming off as disrespectful or ungrateful, she added, "Thank you. I'm sorry."

[User]
When the girl cursed, Rose smiled beneath her helmet, the grin hidden behind her mask. Tess was awake, and that meant she had not suffered any severe damages. As her mask already muffled her voice, without the further hindrance of the wind rushing past her face at 60 miles per hour, she did not speak. They were not far from her base, after all. Passing by rows and rows of trees and shrubbery, she realized that the drive was quite nice- making a mental note of that, she decided to try to enjoy the sights when time allowed for it.

After several more minutes of driving, Rose slowed to a stop behind a bush, concealed from the view of the road. Setting the kickstand, she turned off the vehicle, and stood. Helmet still on, the Phoenix offered her hand to Tess, to help her stand.

"You've only been out for ten minutes or so, which is perfectly normal. Come with me, little one. This is my base of operations."

Taking Tess's hand, and leading her gently out of the sidecar, she led her into the building by the bushes. An old military hospital, long since abandoned, the brick structure was sturdy and strong, barely affected by years of weather and neglect. Though the brick was covered by moss and spiderwebs, the color fading, the windows blackened and cracked, it still looked impressive. As she was unable to fly to the roof where her base was, Rose merely took Tess into the front lobby. The furniture was old, but nice, and Rose sat Tess down on a little vintage couch, taking a seat next to the girl.

"What is your name?"

[Assistant]
The girl was staring blankly at her surroundings. There was something beautiful about the abandoned hospital. It was so quiet, peaceful. She appreciated the solitude, and songbirds provided a sweet melody in the trees outside. The couch was quaint and comfortable enough. She snapped out of her gaze and remembered the question that she'd just been asked. "Tess," she said. Before the possibility of Phoenix asking about a last name, she added, "That's it. Just Tess."

She rubbed her fingers on her temples, the headaches were still present but the pain hadn't subsided. "Do you have... Like Tylenol or something?"

[User]
"You know what, I'm over this. I've been stabbed by bees and nearly had my eyes pecked out by birds. I've also tried to defend your actions, but honestly I have no idea who you are. I'd have better luck searching the tabloids for information on you," Grace said.

She threw her arms up, only slightly disturbing the rocks nearby, and left. Everything hurt and she could use some ointment and new clothes. The mall was her best bet to find both and maybe a few groceries. She had a few dollars left in her account she supposed. Her phone buzzed in her pocket and the text read, Beachwood Mall, Uprising spotted. Ally contained. Requesting patrol to make sure no other people are invested in takeover.

"Work, work, work," Grace muttered as she responded with, On my way. You owe me lotion and a free day.

A response came quickly, In your dreams, Quake.

As Grace walked on, she did a quick inspection of her clothes. The birds did some damage, the vest would be salvageable but the shirt... well she could go with detached sleeves as a design choice. Or maybe she could play up the one rumor that she came from the future to save the people of Cleveland from this fate. Then again there was another one saying that Quake was proof that SHIELD needed to be formed. Needless to say, the police department ran with it. Wildly. 'This is what happens when you register. You get training and better powers.'

Grace didn't know why it had to be her that was raised to the police force's hero. There was Eradicator, Pearl, okay maybe Pearl wasn't the best choice, but her point still stood. Grace wanted to be average, blend in. She had been wanting that her whole life, but she ended up with... this. With powers that quickly taught her not to talk with her hands, and the ability to splat anyone at any time with a hunk of rock. Not to mention the lying thing she'd gotten. Lying detection and earth manipulation. What kind of grab bag powers were those anyway?


[System]
Leon Kohlberg
"I used this game to escape reality, but even now... reality never wants me to get away..."

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Username: Seraphin
Age: 21

Gender: Male

Main: Yorick, the Gravedigger

True Appearance: Leon's clothes are torn apart, replaced by ragged cloaks and cloths that resemble that of his power's original owner. His skin glows slightly of a greener shade whilst his eyes are colored yellow. His voice echoes out in multiple voices whilst a series of scars begin to spawn all over his flesh.

Powers:
 Unholy Covenant - When needed, Leon can summon his shovel: an ornate and lightweight iron shovel with an eerie lantern attached at its end. At the center of the shovel are the engraves initials 'Y.M'. The shovel can make use of Leon's pranas, causing its attacks to explode in a burst of spectral energy.
 Omen of War - Leon empowers his shovel with a wave of spectral energy, shackling a rabid and agile ghoul to rise from the nether. Whilst the ghoul lives, Leon moves faster than usual. Whilst his shovel is still empowered, Leon is able to move significantly faster.
 Omen of Decay - Leon releases a plague from the lantern attached to his shovel, causing a caustic explosion to erupt in a location, and summoning a plagued ghoul that decays the area around it. The decay slows down enemies (or everyone, since he is still learning) while they are near the ghoul.
 Omen of Famine - Leon smashes his shovel upon the earth, creating a small fissure whilst summoning a ravenous ghoul that grows stronger with his injuries; the ghoul's attacks absorb the enemy's pranas, redirecting it to Leon, healing him in the process.
 Omen of Death - Leon, in his true form, pierces his shovel into the bowels of the earth, unearthing ghouls that take the appearance of Leon's allies (or himself). The ghouls can only attack and not copy the target's spells. Any damage sustained by the original ones are redirected to the mimicking ghouls.

Personality: Leon, being a new kid on the block, is fairly shy and awkward. However, he tries his best to gain new friends, or even to communicate with others-- no matter how weird his tactics have to be. He has some sort of an inferiority complex, and often sees himself as a less important being as compared with others. He seldom wants to work with others, though, and would often do things his way if only to prove to himself that he is just as capable as his comrades. Leon is not really that proud of his powers, seeing as his ghouls frighten people instead of actually wanting to be close to him.

Although, Leon is still level-headed and mature when push comes to shove. He does not like those that push others around, and will stick up for those who are being trodden over. He is not exactly leader material, but he is willing to take control when there is anarchy. Righteous, vindictive, and fiercely loyal-- Leon is a comrade that most would want and not want at the same time.

Short Biography: Studying in college was one thing that Leon feared as it entailed him moving away from his family and his home. A college in Darkwell was the cheapest one around, and thus, the boy had no choice but to apply there. Shortly after moving there though, he immediately realized that the residents were not really friendly material. Hence, Leon had a hard time making any social contacts. Coupled with stress in college, the boy escaped his lonely reality by playing multiple online games, but none other stuck to him more than League of Legends. Sure, people were toxic, but they worked together until that blasted Nexus was destroyed. He played whenever he was stressed, and his favorite was Yorick-- sharing the same drive to be remembered by others. It was all a just game, though. Or, so Leon believed.

He didn't know what happened, but he just woke up with ghouls swarming his room. It took days for him to settle down, and come to terms with his reality. But, when he saw a shovel decked upon his floor with the initials Y.M, the lad knew that there was something greater at work. But, more than that, he knew that he was not the only one who could have been the victim here. Life was beginning to become more complex, but to imagine a path much duller than this was almost nigh on impossible for Leon. At least, now, whenever he came home, a bunch of specters greeted him with jaws and fangs in their smiles.

Oh, being a League of Legends player had never been much more fulfilling.

Other: "Death is only the beginning."

[User]
Artemis

Artemis turned and frowned at Raze. The one who wanted to be a vigilante from the start. As long as he didn't get caught up his role and become lost in it, which might very well be what was happening, or soon would. "Perhaps she is your enemy, but she is also a person whom I suspect had little choice regarding her participation in this affair." His exhaustion meant that even if he wanted to stop her he would be unable to, though Artemis didn't seek to make an enemy out of him she had questions for this women, as well as the need to make sure she was healthy. With that done Artemis returned to her original course, homeward.

[Assistant]
Sion&Liam

 As the heavy rubble collided with Sion, he couldn't help but stagger back. Between the force of the throw and his current fatigue, it was all that the avatar could do to keep from collapsing where he stood. With heavy breaths and a slumped frame, the man attempted to reaffirm his grip on his weapon in anticipation of what was to come. It was only when the luminous sword hit it's mark that the man truly fell, his knees buckling beneath his weight as his mass hit the street with a heavy thud. As the dust cleared and the wayward pieces of the pavement settled, what once was the towering and menacing visage of Sion had changed to a young male- no more than 15- that lay unconscious in the newly made crater. At once, an eerie silence fell over the streets, broken only by the crackling of flames that remained from the rubble and the weighted breaths of those still upon the road.

 Liam gave a heavy sigh at the predicament, his chest heaving as he attempted to calm his still racing heart. Slowly, his form would begin to compress and shrink- what once was a towering ebon-monolith returned to his normal stature and complexion. That didn't stop him from slumping over, resting his hands on his knees as he continued to combat his exhaustion.

 "Damnit," He offered after a moment, rightening himself as he stepped forward towards the crater, "It's just a kid. We just beat the hell out of a child..." He shook his head a moment later. Falling into a thoughtful Silence, Liam merely looked down upon the unconscious child as his breathing steadied. Quickly, his hand darted into this pocket, withdrawing his cellphone as he flipped it open and began punching in a number quickly. Looking over to Clarice and Vicki, Liam's head tilted to the side against his phone as it remained caught between his collar and cheek. He took this free time to dust off his clothes- though his eyes never met the woman as he seemed to be gauging them.

 "You alright?" He called out, the concern in his voice mixed with agitation from the combat just a moment before.

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Graves
 @Trevor1001

 The gunman swore harshly once he realized the change in tactics, doing his best to duck and dodge out of the way of the numerous assaults. One blow connected with his cheek as it tore into his flesh, another into his leg as he buckled down to one knee with a snarl. Quickly the wounds healed, but the pain was still present on the man's face as a strained grimace appeared. Forcing himself to his feet, the gunman shifted the weight of his gun around.

 "Boy, you're getting on my last nerves. You talk a good game, but fight like a coward." Dropping his gun to the ground, a loud explosion could be heard, the area around the gunman filling with smoke as his body became shrouded in the thick mist. To Yosuke's senses, he could graves still standing upon the pavement for a moment, but soon a second pair of feet would reside there, and the next they were both gone. As the smoke began to settle, the form of the gunman would no longer be seen, just the stirred rubble, torn cloth, and fresh blood of the Reksai avatar.

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 The sounds of combat had all but become silent, and all the combatants could hear the sounds of approaching sirens and the whispers and exclamations of those that had gathered around to watch the chaos unfold. No one dared approach, and if the heroes approached them, the people would recoil. It was very obvious that there was a tension in the air between the common folk and the newly outed super-humans.

 @Kiroue

 As same began to gently stir the man, she was met with a sudden whimper and squirming, though his eyes never opened. It was only after she began pressing on his downed form that his eyes opened, looking upon her with a distant stare.

 "Wh- What?" He spoke timidly, his voice shaking slightly as his eyes opened wider. Quickly, he drew back, seeming frightened for a moment before settling down. He couldn't help but seem nervous- his eyes trying their best to stay upon Sam's though distracted sporadically by her nude form, "What are you-?" It was only then that his attention would turn to the area around him, his eyes growing ever wider, "How the hell did I get here?!" Slowly his form began to relax, though still seeming on edge as his attention turned fully to Sam.

 "Look, whatever happened here, I need to get back home," And with this, he attempted to stand, finding himself quickly back on his knees as he groaned out heavily, "What did you do to me?" He spoke bewilderingly, his eyes screwing down into a glare as he focused on the naked woman before him.

 The rest of the champions were left to their own devices- though the sound of sirens steadily filled the air.

[User]
He couldn't help it. He really tried to maintain his composure and focus on the throbbing pain on his leg, but the way Claire's adorable antics dazzled him left the gravedigger nigh on speechless and grinning like an idiot. Sure, the ominous warnings of Yorick left Leon on the edge of caution and feeling of being screwed, but in front of this woman's gentle smile, Leon couldn't care less at the moment. After all, he had been through quite a rough day, so, what was wrong with indulging in the happiness of being asked out by the girl who he had originally also planned to take on a date? He earned it as far as Leon was concerned. At all of these, Leon offered a soft grin as well before he staggered up, shaking the debris off of him before fixing the cloth that covered the lower half of his face. He limped forward, timidly squeezing Claire's hand with his before he released a slight chuckle.

"Isn't it supposed to be my job to ask you out?" Leon snickered, releasing her hand before combing back the locks of hair curtaining his eyes. He was clearly delirious for feeling these strange hums of affection deep inside him for this woman who he had just met around the university. Up to this moment, his endearment for her bordered more on the physical, on the ephemeral. The curve of her hips, the smoothness of her hands, the pink of her cheeks, the cerulean glow of her eyes-- things that would vanish in an instant in the same way that she would pass by him. But, the bubbling frenzy of emotions inside him spoke otherwise. Perhaps, his feelings weren't as shallow as he thought they were. Ephemeral, maybe, but shallow? Never. Leon extended his hand towards her face, brushing a stray lock of her hair to the side whilst removing specks of dirt from her face. "I'd love to," Leon hummed, forgetting the pain in his leg at this briefest eye of the storm. "It's not everyday I get to spend time with a cryophoenix. I just hope you'd welcome a gravedigger at your side." the lad grinned as he turned to the aftermath of their battle. Everything had been reduced to rubble and, obviously, the town will not be silent with this event. Even now, inquisitive onlookers marched forward in a frightened cadence. "So, uhh, six thirty tomorrow night, then?" Leon suggested before he turned to the lad who Sam had now attended to.

The conversation seemed pretty serious and Leon had no intention to stay any longer in this place. The incoming wall of spectators as well as the tell-tale sirens from afar signalled a disastrous ending to this day should they be caught in this situation.

"Claire," Leon turned to her. "The police are here. You know what they do to people like us." his voice grew dark. "We need to high-tail it out of here. I suggest we return to the university's dormitories. That'd be a safe place for now." The gravedigger tugged on Claire's hand, urging for them to escape. If they were caught, their planned date would not be the only one to be messed up.