[System]
Age: 17

Bio: As the youngest of four, Jinayah has enjoyed some degree of freedom. She is a strange sort of princess, well-known for demanding boys' clothes since she was old enough to express it. While she will wear gowns on formal occasions, most of the time she can be found in specially tailored tunics and pants, down at target practice, or training in the yard with the knights. She is a bit on the spoiled side, which may be part of the reason she is allowed her freedoms and odd habits.

Other: Jin looks very much like her mother, especially in the eyes. This has made her father avoid speaking to her lately, which hurts.

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Erick's smirk widened when Annalise seemed to concur the sentiment, he glanced at Uriah with whom Loreena held a brief interaction - she was free to indulge the festivities this evening, it would seem. The prince scanned Loreena's jewelled adornments as she described the gems as an aid in harnessing her power, before he looked to that which was wrapped to his wrist, a personal gift indeed.. magic and the soul were one, to him at least, so it was quite right that it had no place other than on his person, "to bond it to me is my honour" he affirmed, giving a thoughtful smile.

Erick flexed his brow and looked about as the last princess and the prince Vyarin arrived to the courtyard. Jinayah greeted them quite informally and made her way to Loreena who was in his company, as was Annalise, as she drew closer he could see she was a little disheveled with some smears of dust about her attire, which he found unusual given her status and the nature of the event, though he concealed his judgment on this observation. He gave a shallow but nonetheless gracious bow with her arrival "Princess Jinayah" he expressed warmly before glancing to the Prozdy prince too to acknowledge him before he arose. Vyarin also seemed quite out of place, if not moreso, which made Erick feel a little better - as he'd shifted to the table and appeared to reel back with the taste of the wine, he felt confident further still… perhaps the Prozdy people preferred the sap and fungi from the forests?

It would certainly make things a little interesting..

Probably not appropriate.

Whilst Loreena engaged the youngest sister upon her arrival, Erick looked back to Annalise - her veil had shifted and the pigmentation of the concealed eye was revealed, but he gave no indication that he had noticed and seemed to examine all features of her face as he spoke, "I think our own competition sounds like a good idea but…perhaps if not a little unfair" he drank deeply from the glass once again which emptied it - it seemed to be the mellow Astalian wine, and he was quite keen to partake of the robust Afdan beverage, "by what standards would you test me.. Annalise?" he made a gesture for her to walk with him to sit at the table, for he did remember why he was here. Sulhana simultaenously made her announcement, which beckoned all attendees to enjoy the abundance of food and drink presented for them.

The princess Sulhana was indeed a gracious and experienced hostess, but Erick was sure there was a sense of detachment, perhaps sadness in the way in which she expressed things - he understood he supposed, their lives were likely to change and far more greatly than that of any of the suitors..

Did she even have a preference? ..he wondered.

[Assistant]
"Now is not the time for mistakes. Now is the time for action. Do what you feel is best for your kingdom."

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As each assembled before the great King, Alvaro was silent. He was observing each of them, wondering what it was like to grow up in their shoes, wondering if there could be any happiness with the cold breath of the enemy on their necks. They all had something in common. They were all on the list of destruction should they choose not to act. Alvaro wondered if he could go through with the lie. To marry the great King's daughter and pretend as if his heart did not already belong to someone else. The greatest of all fallacies and he questioned his own morals. How could he lead a kingdom and act so treacherously? His conscience continued to gnaw at him. More than anything he wanted to make his father proud, but he also had his own life to live. The great King had graciously invited them all to take the hand of one of his daughters and yet, Alvaro gazed at each beautiful princess and wondered how soft their hair was and how quickly he could braid it. To him, friendships and bonds lasted longer, and although he would no doubt be unable to marry one of them, he would ensure that an alliance would be forged in the shackles of truth.

The great King had offered a moment for anyone to speak, but his daughters presented themselves to each of the princes. Alvaro graciously accepted the beautiful gift from Loreena. Her bow made him smile. It was a sign of respect in his kingdom that equals bowed to each other, but also you bowed deeply to those of higher wisdom and age. His window of opportunity to speak with the great King soon passed, but he felt welcomed in the kingdom and would do his best not to upset any of the royal family while there. He turned to his lover and guard and smiled.

"I will speak with the King alone," he spoke in his native tongue, "please behave while we are here. We are guests and should act as such."

They'd been invited to the Court of Flowers. Perhaps he would get another chance to speak with the King alone, but for now he would retire to his chambers and freshen for the festivities that awaited later that evening. The Court of Flowers was sure to be as interesting as it sounded. Alvaro had observed each of the princesses and one had caught his line of sight. She was interesting and yet hadn't spoken at all during the ceremony. Alas they all seemed to disperse, even the princes and he was no exception.

"Do you think your father will be upset?" Nairo asked.

"My father will learn to understand and hopefully will accept you," Alvaro said, glancing up at Nairo as he sat on the bed.

"The King can be forgiving," Cairo stated.

"I know Cairo, but I must be careful how this is done. The great King could find it insulting, and the last thing we need is discontent between kingdoms. I will speak with the King alone, but be mindful while you are here, for we are not home. Use our native tongue to speak to each other, but no secrets. Understood?"

Cairo and Nairo nodded while Alvaro continued to get dressed. He wore a beautiful phoenix embossed garment that flowed from his toned form. A beautiful necklace adorned his neck and chest, the gemstone holding mysteries within it. The solid violet gem seemed to swirl specks of white and gold in its center.. Alvaro's earrings accented the beautiful lavender garment he wore and he stood from the bed examining himself in the mirror.

"You look amazing," Nairo said.

"The most fashion forward in the kingdom," Cairo stated.

Alvaro smiled and shook his head. He was the last to arrive in the great hall. The beautiful flowers made him think of home. He strolled in, and remained silent as he observed what was going on, not wanting to interrupt.

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Jin relaxed considerably as Lore adjusted her hairstyle. Her sister's touch was very warm and soothing. It was so much nicer than when her ladies in waiting did it. They always made the bun too tight. "Much better, Lore. Thank you." She smiled widely and took a delicate sip of the wine. It was delicious, and quite powerful, and had a different scent entirely than what they usually had with dinner. Sulhana was always good at choosing that kind of thing.

"A drinking contest, hm? I suppose I will join. Consider this my entry." While she had grown used to the nonalcoholic cider in the silver cups, today was apparently the day she became an adult. She took another careful sip of the wine and watched as Vyarin sputtered over his. What was that about? Was he going to be alright? Lore was already on it, so she turned her attention to Hana as she approached.

"I wouldn't have run away. Not from this. I'm supposed to be the bravest of all of us, aren't I? So here I am." She chuckled as she was engulfed in a hug. There had always been a bit of the dramatic in Hana, spymaster or not. She had always been the one to make up stories as children. Her speaking of governesses and new-dress days with four less than earnest young ladies brought a sparkle to her eyes and a grin to her face. It had been simpler, yes. Much simpler.

Jin actually lost composure and blushed when Sulhana mentioned the armor she had received. But she was surprised at her elder sister's advice. "You think I should have? Perhaps. Then the men would know what they're really working with, instead of… this." Sometimes the fancy gowns felt like lying.

She approached Prince Gil, swept a curtsy and smiled. Before they could really get to talk, however, Hana announced that dinner was on the table. Despite her earlier nerves, the head-clearing workout from earlier had made her rather hungry now. It would be good to sit and eat.


[System]
'You gonna eat that? No? Then hand it over, I'm still not full after the three burgers and steak.'
Age: 15

Occupation: Due to being unable to work as a waiter or a cashier at a convenience store, he works in a Game retailer, even though he isn't a big fan of games himself.

Gift: Esper Molecular Shift, at first sight, Touji's power seems to be just super speed, but when someone actually inspects it in detail, they are able to see that his molecules are the actual thing that moves at super speed. Like this, he is able to move at stunning speeds. If trained, this power might be a little more useful, though.

School: Tenroujima High School, School for Espers.

Personality: Upbeat and friendly, but a bit too sharp tongued and asshole-ish to be easily likeable, or for his own good in that matter. He is as likely as to compliment you as he is likely to insult you, and all with a smile of his face. Still, one could say he is a bit of an airhead, because he never actually knows what is it he said wrong and what made someone so upset. His biggest interest lies in music, and he almost always has his dear headphones on. He is someone who likes to hear just about everything, besides some genres he actually thinks of as simply terrible. Then again, the place of his biggest interest is easily rivaled by his love for food. His metabolism is actually quite quick and he gets extremely hungry, and his hunger isn't easily satisfied at all. He is someone who would eat just about anything that is in front of him, no matter if it is his or not, he'll just take it and dig in.

Biography: Always has been one of the biggest gluttons ever, Touji was often scolded for the amount of food he ate. His mother refused to feed him more than what she thought was healthy for a boy his age. Still, given his quick metabolism, this only meant undernourishment for Touji. Collapsing out of sheer hunger and into the hospital, it was not until then that they discovered the actual reason for Touji's incredible hunger. While the doctor found it strange that the kid never really did notice something odd, Touji indeed said that he actually found it odd that he ran way faster than any of his friends. Discarding it as childish ignorance, they proceeded to send him to Academy City. Still, Touji's interest in researches and whatnot is minimum, and he actually hates assisting to an Esper school. His true dream is becoming a chef of the highest caliber, but not because he wants to work as a chef, but because he wants to cook delicious food for himself. In resume, Touji's life isn't exciting as those of other people, there weren't epic deaths or some kind epic grudge to avenge his family, he just laments his fate of being born an Esper and having to go to a school where he isn't even sure of whether he'll be able to study what he wants or not.

[User]
"Relax, if you aren't cut out for field work then you can sit behind a desk and help report crimes to units who go investigate. Jobs almost a guarantee with so many Enforcer having just graduated out." He said calmly.

"Listen, you just do your best and come find me after classes. I'll take you to the Enforcers compound, if you do get in the pay is pretty good. I make seventeen dollars an hour just walking the streets." He chuckled before heading for the door.

Inwardly he knew the poor girl wouldn't do well in the field but with things the way they were she might end up there. Maybe he should try to... NO! She's a stranger and even if she is really nice he can't just try and get her a safe job the higher ups would decide that.

[Assistant]
The job was almost a guarantee? Well, sweet! Kanako beamed. Finishing up the application, she handed it to the Enforcer boy. "Thank you so much!" she beamed. "I'm in Class 1-E, could we meet outside my classroom, then?"

Pleased, she almost bounced her way back to Touji. "Touji, Touji!" she said, probably interrupting whatever he was doing, but Kanako had always been a bit oblivious about that sort of thing. "Guess what? That guy just said I'm almost guaranteed an Enforcer desk job! Oh, and they're going to teach me how to use a weapon! Isn't that awesome?"

She giggled happily, and then pulled out her phone. "Oh, I should text Taro to tell him! And Eri, too!"

TO: Taro from the Grocery Store \(@o@)/; Eri-senpai <3
FROM: Kanako
MESSAGE: GUESS WHAT???
just applied to be an enforcer XD they said i would probably be able to get a desk job!!! oh and they're going to teach me how to use a weapon!!! exciting, right??? =D

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It was a quiet time in the firing range at St Sebastian's, a time when one could take a break and relax from all the laser gun firing and the bullet gun firing. Yup, it was a time for Taro to stop shooting his guns and shoot his bow instead. From the back line, Taro fired upwards at a dummy a little bit away, spearing it through the top of the head.
"Oh, sweet. It hit." Taro said.

He found that shooting normal guns was rather boring. Sure, lasers were cool and, but they lacked punch. And yes, the more 'normal' guns had pretty good punch, but with something like a bow and arrow...

"Alright, let's try this..." Taro said.
He took two arrows from the nearby quiver and put one of them on the string, keeping the other one in his hand. He drew back and aimed upwards, at the dummy's head once again. As he let go, he quickly took aim straight towards the dummy's head and drew the other arrow back quickly. He released it as the other arrow arced and was met with a well timed, satisfying thock as both arrows hit the dummy at the same time.

"Holy crap, that worked!" Taro said.
Well, he'd had little doubt that it would, but it was still cool. He pressed the button to open the door to the target field and walked over to analyse the damage.
"Hm...." He thought.
Hitting the target twice was actually rather pointless, as one arrow should've been enough to pierce the brain. That said, if he fought robots or something, then maybe it would actually be useful.
"It's only really useful for showing off..." He thought.
He shrugged and eased the two arrows from the dummy. He walked back to the sniper's nest and picked up his quiver. That was enough practise for today.

As he went to retrieve his belongings from the locker room, he noticed as he picked up his phone that he had a mmessage from Kanako, which was curious. It was still around class time, afterall. Well, nearing the end of the day, but still. He quickly read over the contents.
"WHAT?!" He said aloud in disbelief.
She was getting an enforcer desk job? Why would she? He entered a quick reply.

With that, he hit the send button, not even pausing to look over it. He'd probably written something stupid, but whatever. He still couldn't think of why Kanako had wanted to be an enforcer. Then again, her personality was kind of airy, and her control over her esper power wasn't the best, so maybe she wanted some kind of protection?

Taro sighed and picked up his bag. He hoped he'd at least see her at the evening shift. He had to ask her in person about this. Fortunately, the bell went to signal the end of the day, so he slung his bag over his shoulder and started heading home. As he walked out of the school grounds, he stretched and yawned. It'd been a reasonably annoying day, but it was his first-first-day-of-school he'd spent as a senior with responsibilities, because honestly, he didn't like responsibilities. He was kind of tired, and the prospect of Kanako getting an enforcer desk job didn't exactly give him a huge burst of energy.

He sighed again. The week promised to be a remarkably annoying one, despite the apparent 'freedom'. Sure, there was no school, but there was the fact that he had to go do competitions and contests that he would rather avoid. Representing St Sebastian's or something. If he had his way, he'd shut himself in his apartment for the entire week only emerging to consume food and buy games and manga. In fact, to be honest, he really wanted to be a neet for the rest of his life and not have to worry about anything, but bills had to be paid and he needed money for that. All in all, the next week would be pretty bothersome for him.

[Assistant]
At the arrival of an excited Kanako, Touji turned around, his arms filled with snacks and whatnot that he gathered while she was in the weapon's demonstration. "Oh, you becoming an enforcer? Sounds dangerous." Taking a sandwich and eating it whole in a single bite, he continued on speaking after that. "Are you sure a dimwit like you can hold a gun well enough? It'd be a tragedy if you dropped your gund because of your ability." Of course, while he sounded rude and carefree, he was just expressing his worry, twisted as it may be, though, to be honest, it was worry for everyone around her and she herself.

Still, the next thing he saw, was Kanako happily sending mails to other people in her phone. Munching on some kind of bread enxt, Touji peeked over to see what she was writing. "You dragging other people into your craziness too? Enforcers should start giving away safety vests with you around." Giggling slightly, Touji finally thought it'd be just common courtesy oferring something to Kanako. Maybe having something in her stomach might make her think somewhat clearer.

"Want some? I can get plenty more later." He showed Kanako his whole assortment of food, so she could pick something. "So, what next? Do we skip class again or something? Regardless, I need some serious sleep."

[User] Mikhail was in the midst of rearranging all of his luggage on his back so he wouldn't drop a bag every ten seconds during the long trek that it was to his flat when his attention was grabbed by a rather odd sentence. The red haired boy turned only to be greeted by the sight of a girl a foot shorter than her. He stared at the girl in silence for a few moments as he had to replay the sentence again a few times in his head to get its meaning, he wasn't use to listening to German accents. "Oh, you want to know where ya room is?" He said before he scratched his chin and looked over his shoulder back at the city. "Yeah I suppose I could point ya in the right direction. Do you have an address or anything already lass? He asked hoping that this would go smoothly, though knowing his own luck Mikhail doubted that.

[Assistant]
"Are you sure a dimwit like you can hold a gun well enough?" Touji said. "It'd be a tragedy if you dropped your gun because of your ability."

Kanako giggled. "Aw, are you worried about me?" she cooed. "I'll be fine! I'm going to learn how to get super awesome with the gun!"

"You dragging other people into your craziness too? Enforcers should start giving away safety vests with you around," Touji said, upon seeing her texting.

Well, Kanako was, in fact, doing just that. When Touji offered, she happily accepted a box of Pocky, which she tucked into her pocket.

Taro had just texted her! And, hey, the idea of him becoming an enforcer too... that was pretty cool! She hurriedly texted him back, and then put her phone away. It was kind of rude to text someone else while talking to Touji.

"Ahhhhh," she hummed. "If you're sleepy, you might as well skip! It's not like we're doing anything important on the first day, anyway. Or you could go home and sleep. Or something. You stayed up all night for Chiyo-chan, right? I have to meet that guy after classes, though, so I can't skip with you today..."

She stretched, feeling rather pleased. She'd asked that guy to meet her in front of her classroom, so she'd better head back to classes. "Well! I have to go back to class, I guess, but I'll text you later! And I'll tell you how it goes!"

She started heading back to the classroom.

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So, as Eri woke up from her deep sleep, my excuse she noticed she had missed the whole meeting thing. She honestly didn't care much, but she remembered that class was still going on.

She noticed she had a text, and that it was from Kanako. She read it slowly, and was quite surprised. She made a quick reply.

She then quickly put her phone away to not get caught by the teacher.
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Moecue Kotono.

During her Anima Magic class at Seventh Sanctum, Kotono was paying very close attention. She wanted to be able to use magic in both Light Magic and Anima Magic successfully. She may have had Thoron, but that was a slow spell and took way to much of her energy to use more than 2 times.

Today, they were talking about Fire Magic. They taught the basics, such as what different types of Fire Magic is useful for. One of the spells created a pillar in front of the caster, to force opponents to step back. She supposed that would be useful.

At the end of class, they gave every student a book about Fire Magic to look at and study with. In the hall, Kotono decided to go to her next class (after putting things in her locker, of course).

And that's the opener for Moecue- I mean, Kotono.

[Assistant]
After grabbing a box of pockys, Kanako decided to bail on him and go back to the classroom. He was partly suggesting that they skip together, but since she didn't seem to take the hint, or didn't want to do so, at the very least. "Ehhh? C'mon, don't leave me alone. I'll die from loneliness like a rabbit if you leave me alone!" Touji hurried after Kanako. He wanted to sleep, but he wasn't about to be all alone like that. He didn't like being left alone for a lot of time. It got boring, having no one he could pester around. Or talk to for that matter.

"If you are so eager to go, then I'm going with you. Just to make sure you don't kill anyone, or yourself." Touji said, making up his mind to go with Kanako after school was done with. Well, at the very least, he had something to do now, for the rest of the evening. It was dangerous, yes, but it was something to do, contrary to what he would have done had he gone straight to his house. He had the day free from work, after all.


[System]
"And I get up because it is the only thing I can do."

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Nickname:
Rose, because it is a shorten version of his name and because of his occupation. Although Ambrose prefers if only close friends referred to him this way, as the nickname has been used in a mean-spirited manner many times

Date of Birth:
October 31st 1995

Age:
21

Gender:
Male

Sexuality:
Homosexual

Relationship Status:
Single

Hometown:
Detroit, Michigan

Ethnicity:
Biracial - white father and African American mother

In Depth Appearance:
Ambrose has a slender figure, and stands at a mere 5'5'' and has a sort of a baby face. However everything on him is a lean muscle, toned from years of track team and regular running. His skin is a tawny brown, with deep gold undertones. He doesn't have the best posture though, and is often slouched in attempt appear smaller and be less noticeable in general. Ambrose has a pair of deep hazel eyes, framed with dark thick lashes. His hair is a deep black with soft curls that rest on his forehead. His skin splattered with dark freckles, across his cheeks and back, and he has several small scars on his upper thighs as well as a couple deep, ugly scars on his torso.

The young man has no tattoos, although he has a couple in mind he wants to get someday. But he does sport a small septum piercing, other then that, Ambrose is pretty bare in terms of body modifications. He tends to wear monotone clothes, mostly black and grey with only pastel colors like mint green occasionally. The clothing pieces are usually loose and comfortable, although Ambrose is always seen wearing his favorite pair of high tops sneakers.

Hobbies:
◘ Painting
◘ Photography
◘ Film Reviewing
◘ Running in the early morning for exercise

Magical Affinity:
A new-comer to the magic scene, Ambrose is inexperienced and unsure of his abilities. But he is still a natural and a fast learner for the art. He seems to showing an affinity towards the natural and physical magics.

Habits:
◘ Pulls all-nighters to finish a particular painting, messes up his sleep schedule for a week and barely functions on coffee the entire time
◘ Extremely fidgety, especially when anxious
◘ Doodling on every piece of paper he gets his hands on
◘ Smoking (Although this is a rare thing to witness as he only indulges when he is particularly stressed)

Likes:
◘ Confusing art films
◘ Plants
◘ Dancing
◘ Rain and Thunderstorms
◘ Snails
◘ Indie/Alternative music

Dislikes:
◘ Crowded Rooms
◘ High-pressure situations or high-expectations
◘ Airplanes/Airports
◘ Elitist Attitudes
◘ Bigotry in general
◘ People flaking on plans/promises. It's a real pet peeve of his

Fears:
◘ Fear of heights
◘ Fear of tight/small spaces
◘ Fear of running into the law

Personality:
The first impression Ambrose makes on people, is a small guy who seems timid and socially uncomfortable. And this is true for the most part. Ambrose naturally shies away from the spot-light and likes instead to observe people from a distance (one of his favorite past times is people watching). He is a naturally anxious and cautious person, leading him to be un-trusting and suspicious of other people's motives. Most people who speak to him for the first time are met a with a guarded and tense conversation. Yet despite this Ambrose is more a follower and is easily pressured into activities he would't have otherwise done himself. He is truly a fish out of water in the academy life, an outsider, so he hasn't made any new friends yet.

Because of his introversion, Ambrose is more focused on his own pursuits instead of relationships, like painting and photography. Both of which are passions he hopes to turn into a career someday. He is incredibly invested in the arts, but he is too afraid to quit his day job for a full-time career as an artist. He spends almost all of his free time painting, and has even had a couple successful art shows. Yet overall, Ambrose is still naive and unsure of how to further his skills and network successfully to make his break into the industry.

Despite his initial prickly exterior, Ambrose is quite affectionate to the ones who have earned his trust. A little emotionally needy, he is eager to please those have captured his affections. Ambrose has the habit of putting others before him, often neglecting himself for days on end. Yet romantic partners of Ambrose are disappointed with someone who is afraid of both emotional intimacy and commitment.

Ambrose also has an unexpected wild side, this is something he tries to hide the most as it has gotten him into many sticky situations. It really only comes out with drinking or anything else like that. When he is like this, he is more willing to take risks and tell people how he really feels. This is probably when he is at his funniest, sarcastic and even a bit flirty.

Background:
Ambrose grew up in a cramped apartment, in the inner city that was wracked with poverty and crime. It was a daily part of his environment, to be unsure of if he would get dinner, and if he would even be safe considering the criminal activity. An only child with neglectful parents with a father who took his anger out on his family and a mother who drowned her sorrows with alcohol. They weren't really completely evil people, but they shouldn't have been parents. Ambrose had to grow up on his own, and his only escape from reality was through the arts.

 But as he grew to adolescence, he became painfully aware of the expectations around him. To have a reliable job, to be tough and masculine, and so on. This, combined with involvement with the "bad kids", Ambrose fell down a slippery slope of petty crime. Eager to prove himself among his peers, the teenager began to deal drugs and even took part in a few (unarmed) robberies. He never had the intention to hurt people, and viewed it as a way to get cash for food and other basic essentials. But Ambrose also began nursing a drug addiction, thanks to easy access and pressure from his "friends".

Ambrose barely graduated from high school, and with rapidly deteriorating health, he soon realized he needed to take a good hard look at himself. He was a shell of the person he used to be, malnourished and a lost purpose in life. Ambrose knew he didn't want this life, and he knew he didn't want this life. So one day, he just got up and left. He forced himself to go cold turkey, he forced himself to face horrible withdrawals and cut ties with everyone from his old life. To them, Ambrose was now dead. He moved to a small town in Michigan and landed a job in a entry-level position in a florist shop. The owner noticed his hard-work and eye for design and with training, Ambrose was promoted to a florist. He has now worked there for a year, and has also been sober for a year.

Up to this point, Ambrose was ignorant of his abilities and of the magic world. His life seemed to be back on track until he was swept into the world by accidentally witnessing a magical act late one night. Bewildered, he was hauled off to Blackbrick academy to have his memory erased of the incident. At the mercy of the Magicians, Ambrose was given a test of his magic skill on a mere whim of the headmaster. To everyone's astonishment, he passed, demonstrating an innate ability just now awakened. With that, Ambrose was accepted into the college. Amrbose decided to attend, a promise of free higher education and access to an entire magical world was too good a deal to pass up. Ambrose is still unsure how to register everything that has happened, but he is excited for what the future holds.

Miscellaneous:
N/A

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Caleb shrugged when Ambrose burst into a giggle, trying to deflect him, suggesting that maybe he was the cruel one and wanted to be alone. Caleb could see otherwise though, Ambrose was hiding something and Caleb wouldn't pry, he felt that Ambrose would tell him when it was time. Then came the blunt Ambrose that Caleb quite enjoyed. He told him he was a little dumb but kind, or at least he thought. Caleb's eyes widened for a moment, but then he burst into laughter. Shaking his head he listened to Ambrose as he spoke about dying to find out why Caleb had taken an interest in him. It was all hilarious to him due to the level of intoxication he was experiencing.

"Well Ambrose," Caleb began recovering from laughter, "that is something you're just gonna have to find out babe," he said as he slowly began to succumb to the sandman's charms.

The night grew on, and conversation between the two slowly began to fade. Caleb eventually fell asleep with the bottle falling on the floor, rolling near the foot of his bed. That night his dreams were nightmares. Scenes of the disaster after the invocation plagued him, causing him to toss most of the night. Morning came, the sound of his alarm clock filled the room. Rays of light filtered in through the curtained windows. A stray beam of sunlight reflected off of the mirror on his wall and struck him in the face. He groaned as he slowly awoke, feeling the effects of the alcohol still. The alarm clock only made his hangover worse as he stumbled to his feet, stubbing his toe and yelling a swear before placed a firm hand on his head and moved over to the alarm clock to turn it off. It was on his nightstand and after a brief pounding, the alarm went silent. He fell onto his bed and groaned loudly. He looked up at the ceiling of his room and shook his head.

"Freaking hangover," he commented, his head pounding as he looked over to where he last remembered Ambrose to be. "You up?" he asked groggily.

[Assistant]
Ambrose snorted and shook his head again at Caleb's response. His eyes had already grown heavy, but now it was impossible to hold them open. As soon as Caleb had drifted off into a slumber, Ambrose let his head flop back onto the couch pillow. The bottle of vodka slipped from his hand, clanking onto the floor and slowly poured its contents onto the rug.

Ambrose was consumed by a deep sleep, dreaming of nothing except darkness. He awoke with a yelp from the alarm clock blaring. Ambrose found himself lay half off the couch in a heap of limbs and his eyes widened in bewilderment until he remembered how he got to where he was. He groaned, rubbing his pounding forehead. He only realized Caleb was awake as well when he heard him shout a curse of pain. "Morning." He said in a sulky voice, clearly not having a good morning.

The lethary of sleep and dizziness from the hangover still clouded his mind, but he slowly forced himself to sit upright. "Jesus..." he murmured to himself as he tried to comprehend everything that has happened in the short amount of time he had been at BlackBrick. "Er- yeah I'm up." He croaked and forced himself to stand up. "What the hell are we supposed to do now?"

[User]
Caleb looked at his reflection in the mirror and groaned. He looked like hell, but that was to be expected after the night he had experienced. Sighing, he fixed his hair which was all over the place. It had grown slightly, but he kept it nice and tidy. It was dyed a dark blue at the tips currently and it only added to his flare and certain charm factor. Looking over at Ambrose when he spoke, Caleb shrugged his shoulders. He looked at the time and mentally cursed. Classes started in a few minutes. How could they attend class after what had happened? He sighed and sat up on his elbows as he glanced at Ambrose who was standing up.

"Classes start today, which means either we go to class, or we skip. Either way, we have to act like nothing happened until we can effectively locate the beast and get rid of it," Caleb groaned. Thinking hurt his head, but he knew that Ambrose had never experienced anything like this, hell he hadn't experienced anything like that, but he was more in tune to magic than Ambrose was. He wondered just how fast a learner Ambrose was. Maybe they could train or something similar. "You know if you have any suggestions I'm all ears right now," Caleb managed to say before relaxing his muscles. He needed caffeine and a cold shower.

"Thanks......for staying with me last night, I really appreciate it," Caleb said looking straight up at the ceiling. He knew if he missed class the headmaster would be notified and he'd be summoned. Just what he needed, a meeting with his father away from home. The man treated him like his own son, and it showed. "I know we don't know each other Ambrose, but I can't help but smile when I'm around you. So I'm going to take a risk and ask you out on a date." Caleb was being very straightforward and it was scary. He was nervous, but he wasn't really thinking due to the hangover. "What do you say? Dinner and a movie?"

[Assistant]
Ambrose started to fidget as he listened anxiously to Caleb's response. Oh my god I can't do this. He repeated over and over in his head. "I can't skip on the first day!" He shook his head and started to pace frantically back and forth. It was possible to book it back to his dorm to pick up his schedule and hopefully not be too late to his first class. Ambrose didn't think he could act like everything was okay, like he wasn't on the verge of having another breakdown. But he had to at least try.

"Right. We should meet up as a group after classes today. Discuss our plan." He said and shook his head as he imagined Samantha in her blood soaked clothes. Although she got the group into this mess, she was the best person to get them out of it. It was clear she knew how to handle something like this. "Uh. No nothing comes to mind." Ambrose said absent-mindedly as he started to pick up his things, not really paying attention to Caleb and instead trying to get ready to leave as fast as he could.

Ambrose had moved his way to the door of the dorm room, but paused when Caleb's voice become low and tender. Ambrose was silent a long moment as he listened the request. Ambrose stared at Caleb with piercing hazel eyes, which were impossible to decipher the thoughts behind them. "I... Listen about the kiss..." He trailed off and shook his head, "No. I'm sorry, but after everything... I can't." Ambrose spun on his heel and fled from the room, face burning and heart thumping loudly in his ears. He sprinted back to his dorm, his blonde roommate had already left for class. He found his class schedule after frantic searching and then proceeded to rush to his first hour.


[System]
Looks:
6 feet tall, strawberry blond hair, slightly freckling, pale blue eyes, lightly colored skin
Personality: I haven't quite decided. Let's see how he develops, shall we?
Abilities:
light manipulation: This ability is fairly basic. It is what it is, the manipulation of light. This can be in any sort of attack. Light weapons can be created, and the light can be manipulated into illusions and into enabling it's user to hide.

Cody can at the current moment manipulate light in a way that enables him to see the world, seeing figures, objects and the like by light, whether it is the presence of light or merely the absence of light.

He can also manipulate light in a way that gives him some defensive a and offensive properties, but this ability is quite new and takes a lot of of him.

Essentially, Cody is learning what he can do, but it is not in leaps and bounds.

enhanced touch: whether this is a super power or merely an effect of Cody's blindness, this is never the less useful

enhanced hearing: again, whether this is merely an effect of blindness, this is beneficial and is more then a typical blind victim.

History:
Cody was born to what could be a normal family. Well, normal for them anyway. It became apparent quite quickly that something wasn't normal with him. His eyes were a pale, pale colour, perhaps the lightest blue you would see, and sightless. But the baby didn't appear to see anything wrong, and was a bouncing, bubbly boy. Off times, people would forget he was blind.

He excelled in grades, using what aids he had to complete school work, and to do everything he could. It became apparent that despite his lack of sight, he was not hindered. He could play musical instruments with ease, he could cook, he could do just about anything that a normal boy could.

He didn't see any hinderance, and as he grew, he began to find that images began to form, light seeming to swarm around him, forming the images of what was there. He did not know if this was normal or not, but it helped him to further his life, giving him a better quality as he began to realize how much of the world he was missing.

[User]
"You don't seem to get it, do you?" Cody said, rising, he put a wall between him and big boss. His bleeding, broken skin healing slowly. "I do not fear to die. Yet, you can burn. I can't. You are nothing but a man who hides behind a power he never truly had" Cody was well aware that this hideous man could break through his barrier, and so Cody was moving, swaying as he did so. Light, searing, powerful, blinding light, filled the room, burning and searing everything in its path. The walls began to erode at the sheer power of the light. A deafening sound like an explosion seemed to echo around the room.

Where Cody stood was the brightest, but if anyone could see through that light, they would find that there was no one standing there. It almost seemed like Cody's very being had explode, bursting out in a blast of light. His voice seemed to echo, as if coming from every particle of light.

"I seek to give time for Agent Caits to get what she needs, To expose what you, and this company did. What our own government has done. You are trapped here"

All at once, Cody seemed to be standing in front of the grotesque man, an odd look on his face. He brought up his clasps fists, glowing with light, and brought them into Big Boss's stomach.

"And I'm not letting you get away"

Quick as a quails wing, Cody was gone again. He continued to do this, coming at different angles, using different attacks, tryingn to wear Big Boss down with both his physical attacks, and his constant light barage.

---

Caits lost track of the times Gerswhin saved her life. She stil wasn't sure while Gerswhin was saving her, when she was part of the reason Gerswhin had been here. At Gerswhins words, Caits nodded, and she began to make her way back inside, knowing Gerswhin apparently had her back. She made her way back through the compand, and back to the data room. Anyone she came across, she shot, leaving them dead, or leaving them for dead.

She gathered whatever was left, downloading files, before retreating to her office. From under a draw, tapped there, she took a hard drive, before fleeing from the compound once more.

[Assistant]
Even Big Boss' immense power could not allow him to see through Cody's super-bright light. He shielded his eyes with his left arm, and took swings with his right at the swift light-user. In between physical and light attacks, Big Boss swung and swung into the air, attempting to find a moment to critically strike. That was not likely, considering the brightness that consumed the room.

The light itself did not burn his skin. In fact, it was like a road surface on the hottest summer day; his skin took the heat very well, and he bore the pain with an incredibly high tolerance.

"If you do make it out of here, do send my regards when she finds out not a single piece of data in this place is true. The truth is in my head, and it will die with me," he spoke through gritted teeth as he slowly figured out the pattern.

Pulse of light... punch.... punch... pulse of light... orb attack... kick... punch...

For a brief second, Big Boss opened his eyes wide, and though it stung and tears blurred his vision, it was more than enough to see the next move.

There...

Cody's next physical attack was met with a mighty, steel-like kick that broke through his shield and his ribs, puncturing and rupturing his lungs as the air was gushed out of him with the velocity he travelled. Soon, the light faded from the room as Cody flung to the ruins of the barracks the soldiers held their formation. There, Cody held the side of his body where it caved in. The next second, Big Boss was on top of him with an unarmed RPG in his hand. He swung it to the right and brought it down on Cody like a golf club hitting the white ball. Cody flew to the side amidst the explosion, and Big Boss walked out of the smoke, small shrapnel pieces embedded into him like sand on one's feet at the beach.

Big Boss stood and listened as he heard the helicopters flying by, and the explosions in the ambiance.

"Ah... sweet battle. I missed having a proper challenge. I wasn't always obese, mind you," he spoke as he moved, circling Cody beginning his monologue again.

"My ability is multi-fold, an amalgamation of powers that solidifies my capabilities extending the very limits of the human capacity, and then more. Nothing was difficult for me. I gained honours as the best military technical strategist, and resource management, but I was still known for my formidable strength. I had to gain weight and hold back my strength to cull suspicion of my being an Anomaly - not because I was afraid, but because I was smart and got whatever I wanted with being the most valuable asset next to the Anomalies themselves in Anomaly Research.

Why else do you think I am fighting you, assured that I will win?"

[User]
"Or so you think"

Cody managed to get this out, just before Big Boss started to beat the crap out of him. As he seemed to cease the assult, Cody stood, slowly, his wounds slowly healing.

"no, you may not have been obese, but you've always been deluded and frankly, stupid"

Cody wiped blood from his mouth, tilting his head. He gave a laugh, and he shifted, spreading his feet.

"No. You were terrified of becoming what you have made so many innocent people. Prisoners. Slaves. You allowed yourself to be weakened by your fear. I pity you. You will not win, You have already lost. The information will be out there and you won't be able to do anything to stop it"

Cody's shield thickened around him, as his body finished healing, thickening it so it was almost like a mediveal knights armor, It even had a helmet.

"I told you. I'm not afraid to die"

keep everything random. Don't' fall into a pattern. He'll be able to figure it out. Stay unpredictable.

He began his assult once more, using the barrage of light to move all around Big boss, never once slipped into the same attack, sometimes his attacks were more then a single hit, other times it was a quick tap, and then gone, but he never repeated this, did not give a pattern. At times Cody stayed back, attacking with a bundle of light, and he tried to trip Big boss up with random whip attacks. He fueled hisattacks with light, making them stronger. He sought to wear Big boss down, and to not give him a chance to land a hit on him.

Once more, Cody began to gather light to him, to attack Big boss much like he had deflected the RPG.

---

Agent Caits was leaving the building, the Usb, perhaps the most valuable piece of information she carried, was tucked safety away, so she wouldn't lose it. She had no idea how she was going to get out, to get the information out, but she would.

She looked around for Gerswhin.


[System]
John Jorgen
Nickname/Alias: The Historian, Professor, John
Race: Julliak
Age: 672
Ethnicity: What's an ethnicity?
Gender: Male
Appearance:

In their natural form, Julliaks appear to be very very tall (about 9 feet) bipedal humanoids with gaunt features, as though their skin were stretched tight against their bones. They have no hair to speak of, no mouths, and natural skin pigment ranges anywhere between deep blood red to albino white. All their eyes are green. Joniminum is a particularly light shade of red (but not pink!). Of course, that's his natural form as a Julliak, but he spends most of his time in the guest-friendly human form he shapeshifts into. In his human form, John looks like a male in his mid-forties with receding black hair styled straight back. No matter the time of day, he always has a five o'clock shadow. This form is six feet tall, well built, and always with a friendly twinkle in his eye even when annoyed.
Clothing: Black suit, dark blue button-up shirt, black tie.

In The Mind

Personality: Studious, wise, friendly, and engaging. John loves people and science. Used to be whole-heartedly devoted to the Galatec cause but only because he kept himself locked away in his labs and remained ignorant to the effect they were having on the people they "helped."
Likes: Computers, science, history, humanity, culture, legends
Dislikes: Wastefulness, malicious intent, tyranny, animal abuse
Fears: That he won't make a difference, his rangers being lost to battle, sharks
Quirks: Likes to shake hands when seeing someone even if they've met before, straightens his tie a lot

Where They've Been

History: Born on home world. Liked science and the idea of progress. Joined Galatec for great benefits and access to lots of research potential. Came to New Earth, studied humanity's history. Became enamored with human culture. Bad stuff went down. Faked his death and stole morpher technology. Setup base with Samara.
Talents: Computers, robotics, galaxy's foremost expert on the Morphin Grid, not bad in a fist fight.
Hindrances: Not good at coping with loss
Powers: Shape-shifting. Julliak shape-shifting is not nearly as fluid or varied as other forms of shape-shifting. A julliak needs to design a form on paper and study the biology, obtaining an understanding of all biological functions of the design, and burning a lot of calories making the change. It takes a lot of time and effort.
Equipment: Classified

Bonus Round

Quotes: "It's up to you." "Time to be a hero." "In the proud tradition of humanity."
Theme Song: Maybe later
Aspiration: To be able to use his studies for the beneficial progression of people everywhere, and to be able to come home again.

[User]
Given that Oliver was the youngest of the chosen, Samara couldn't fault him for being unable to put this situation together on his own. They were simple questions she was more than capable of answering, but the fact that the questions were asked in such a mixed order did not do favors for her. This role—assisting John—had its upsides, but playing 20 questions wasn't one of them. Her jaw tensed and she forced a smile, "Oliver, you don't know if you can trust us, that's the idea," she said. Samara returned her ID card to her back pocket. It seems that it had gone ignored, or worse, no one was willing to believe that this wasn't a plot to expose them. "You're taking a risk and so are we—I just did."

Maybe it was hard to miss somehow, but there was no secret-keeping on their side of things. John was explaining everything relevant to the situation at hand and that included his old role within Galatec, leaving room for questions. Thankfully sparing her from a headache, John had handled the other question that he could comfortably answer, and left those that were not productive behind. He brought up footage, footage that she helped compile with glee, of Power Rangers from the past that stood together against overwhelming odds. From Mighty Morphin' and onward, the clips compiled just before the second Dinosaur-related team was crafted from a past mentor and a legendary ranger. Sadly, no one seemed to appreciate the effort, and they didn't appear to find any inspiration or courage from the videos linked to them. Samara didn't blame them after John put up that horrible autopsy video, one she had seen too many times already, but at least the other footage was pretty cool.

Jonah had spoken next and put things together pretty quickly. Her eyes narrowed slightly as he went on, and it took every ounce of her strength not to cut him off for even considering that John was a liar. She had worked with this man for too long to doubt his interest in ending Galatec. There may have been some intelligence behind that shoddy effort to assert some form of dominance over them, but Samara was not willing to humor the attitude. All that mattered was that he would fight against Galatec. His reasons were his own.

As expected, he ended up agreeing to do this just as Tommy had.

With that rant over, Clementine's panic was still active. She grabbed Jonah by his collar and seemed far too frantic to find self-control all on her own. After sinking to her knees, Clementine had begun to mutter to herself about the fate she was going to find if she returned. Jonah wasn't the shining example of what it would mean to be a Power Ranger, but he was right about one thing: There would be questioning, very intense questioning, about where they vanished to and what they saw. Galatec may choose to believe them, and they may get to return to their lives, but that was the best case scenario. It didn't sound like the greatest outcome they could hope for, but Clementine was already losing herself in fear of the consequences should she return.

Samara sighed and held up a hand to John that told him to let her handle Clementine. The assistant approached Clementine and knelt down so that they were at the same eye level. There was a pity in her eyes that wasn't there before. "Clementine, down here in the dirt is where you already are. You just don't see it yet," Samara said. "You don't mine that ore like everyone else but believe me when I say that you're just a warm body that has enough sense to do what they tell you to. At the end of the day, that is all you are to them, and that is all you'll ever be."

Clementine was one of the two she didn't want to involve in this. She was crumbling under pressure before she was even put in a position that placed her in danger. If this was going to be a constant for her—dropping onto her knees and seeking forgiveness from her Galatec overlords—then Samara may preemptively decide to return her and let her talk her way out of what happened. It wasn't out of spite; as said earlier, if they don't wish to fight not only for themselves but for others too, they can be returned elsewhere and try to get back to their mediocre, submissive lives.

"I've shown you my identification. John has agreed to mentor all of you and get you where you need to be to fight these people. Both of us have slaved to give humanity a fighting chance against Galatec, and we took a risk with the four of you. So yeah," Samara glanced at Jonah for a moment, then faced Clementine again. "Sorry we didn't get your consent. You didn't get to ask mommy and daddy for permission to help save the world. But we are desperate, our options are few, and at the end of the day John put his faith in you, even when I was in doubt. He sees what you are capable of, and he chose you—no one else came before you—he chose YOU—" Samara lightly poked Clementine's forehead, "—to give us our world, and our freedom back."

Samara returned to her feet, then extended a hand for Clementine to take if she chose to. "We're going to help you face them every step of the way, but I refuse to help you walk when you're happy crawling. Make a choice Clem," Samara glanced at Oliver,"and that goes for you, too. Say the word and I get you out of this. Don't trust us. Go back to scraping out a living at their heels."

Unlike John, Samara was not willing to let this self-pity continue before it became a serious problem. Clementine was killing any morale John and herself hoped to build by sinking so pitifully. This couldn't be the path for everyone, but if Clementine was wavering at this stage she would only let others down who would be counting on her.

"Or, join us, and create the hope you're looking for."

Samara would only hold her hand out for several seconds longer. Regardless if Clementine had considered anything she had said, or chose to stay in the dirt and moan about how life was so hard for her, the assistant would return to her computer and prep the RDS for a return trip should they want to walk away. Otherwise, she would return to combing the mines for Michael with the radar, who she hoped would add some much-needed strength to this shaky, incomplete team. Until addressed personally, there was nothing more she had to say. John could take it from there.

[Assistant]
"Oh... you really have studied up on us if you know I don't eat galatec food." Remarked Tommy, who did not need to be told twice to eat. In fact, he was so hungry that he ate the entire snack bar in record time, and drank half of the water bottle. Almost dying tends to make one hungry... as does undernourishment. After having scarfed down the food, he finally registered that Oliver had spoken to him as well. He was quickly distracted as well though, so that was fortunate. "Nonsense buddy, we both know you'd have likely died there... and I don't like seeing friends die!" He said, giving Oliver a big smile.

Watching videos of aliens getting dissected alive was a bit of a downer. However, it was soon contrasted by the glory of various power ranger teams! Those warriors sure seemed powerful and colorful. Tommy liked colorful, nothing more boring than monochromatic surroundings. Perhaps he would be able to decorate this place once they had all officially joined up...

However, once Jonah spoke, he quickly lost some of his demeanor. There was one thing that Tommy could not simply dismiss with a jolly attitude. "Well... you're right about one thing stoic analytical guy, we can't go back. Personally I don't particularly care, I can be happy wherever I am! But that leaves the question, what about our loved ones? We all know Galatec will come looking for them eventually."

Tommy fumbled around with a little metal dinosaur he had in his belt. Perhaps with a bit of the oranium he could create a mechanism that would make the eyes glow... and perhaps thinking of this would distract him from the possibility that his family might very well die...

[User]
"-the assistant director of payroll in Dumas." Blah blah blah would Gajoon ever realize that he was just rambling incoherently? Didn't he realize there was something so much more interesting at the door? Mable reached out and opened it, revealing...

A Githkin. The mass produced cloned soldiers of Galatec and the corporation's most loyal. The githkin simply stood there, not moving, not saying anything. It did not make demands, it did not menace, it did not even look at her. It simply... Stood in place. And that's when Mable noticed the creature was holding something. A small book and a pen.

The android's new directive was easily completed. Jo'ones, while a tenacious one, was using all his strength just to stay alive. Such was the power of Galatec's greatest robotic soldier.

The foreman could barely move as Drax transported him back to the control room. Once he returned, Drax could see that Ruth was hard at work (or rather, had the control room operatives hard at work) observing a Galatec operative in her room.

Just then the door opened up, revealing two githkin. One was your standard run of the mill, serial number 27-B. The second however was an elite githkin. It wore a sash across its chest and had a scar on its face. Serial number XJ-47.

"Madame Ruthalia," it spoke through a mouthless face. "We have a report for you as requested. Two humans disappeared in front of our eyes in a flash of light. Name designations Oliver Johnson and Tommy Reese."

The young woman took the pistol back from Michael. She demonstrated its use and explained to him, quickly. They didn't have time to deal with all the details after all, but she showed him the safety, the trigger, and the reload mechanism.

"It's got twelve shots, and I've only got one reload magazine for you," she commented, handing back the gun plus some extra bullets. "So make. Them. Count. Don't shoot unless you have to, Mike."

She eyed his mining equipment, the message pretty clear. "Now let's go kick alien butt!" She cried out. The surrounding men and women cheered. The first wave, including Michael, shoved their way onto the freight elevator. Slowly they began the climb upward. Truly there would be no turning back now.


[System]
Username: rush99999
Race/Species: Gnome

Gender: Male

Age: 112

Career/Class: Artificer

Weapons:
* 1 homemade matchlock rifle
* 3 homemade matchlock pistols
* A seemingly infinite supply of ammunition for aforementioned firearms with various enchantments
* 1 large steel monkey wrench

Physical Description:
Hobnob is shorter than the average gnome. He stands as 3 feet rather than 3 and a half. A small magical mishap during his 1st attempt at merging magic and engineering left Hobnob's full head of hair and somewhat bushy eyebrows turquoise. After many a day of inventing rather than shaving, Hobnob possesses a luxurious beard rather than the goatee a gnome usually has. Aforementioned beard is also turquoise. While his eyes are green, you wouldn't be able to tell because he never takes off his goggles. While he isn't what you'd call muscular, all the manual work he does when making inventions keeps him out of the scrawny zone. There is always a sharp pencil behind at least 1 of Hobnob's ears.

Armor:
* Leather armor with a rune based magic resistance enchantment
* Everything else resistant chain mail (No enchantment here. Is't just very sturdy chain mail.)
* Leather gloves with a rune based electricity resistance enchantment, a glyph based heat resistance enchantment, and blade resistance because it's leather.
* Hobnob's goggles are also surprisingly durable.

Equipment/Other
* 1 gnome made smoking pipe
* A seemingly infinite supply of pipe weed
* 1 large tool kit
* 1 canister of blueprint paper
* 1 gnome fishing rod
* 1 small bag of magic seeds that grow into mushrooms large and sturdy enough to sit on in 60 seconds.
* The lenses on Hobnob's goggles have glyph based enchantments that allow him to see in different types of vision. Each type of vision makes the goggles glow a different colour when in use.
None: Ordinary Vision
Green: Night Vision
Orange: Thermal Vision
Blue: Mana Vision (Allows Hobnob to see the magic in the world and beings around him and tell how highly concentrated it is.)
Black: X-Ray Vision
White: Telescopic Vision

Mental Description/Personality:
Hobnob is incredibly eccentric and fixated on inventing things to the point that the aforementioned fixation over-kills the magic addiction that dabbling in the arcane arts usually brings. Hobnob also enjoys pond fishing while sitting on large mushrooms.

Goals:
Step 1: Find money for crazy inventions.
Step 2: Think of and invent crazy inventions.
Step 3: ???
Step 4: Profit.

Background/History:
* 112 years ago, Hobnob was born in a small town in Cutterstone to an inventor and an enchantress.
* As he grew up, Hobnob took an interest in his parents' work. They were happy to teach, he was quick to learn, and by the time he was 35, Hobnob knew some basic enchantments as well as most of the ins and outs of inventing.
* Soon enough, Hobnob got the idea to combine what he had learned from both of his parents. His invention exploded during the enchanting, but the explosion did nothing worse than turn Hobnob's hair turquoise.
* Many years of studying and research later, Hobnob decided it was time to try again. This time around, he received assistance from 7 other like minded artificers and 2 like minded enchanters.
* Their work bore fruit, and The Obstacle Flattener Mark 1 was born...and exploded 7 days later. Convinced they could get it right the 2nd time around, Hobnob and his crew began work on Mark 2
* At the end of it all, The Obstacle Flattener Mark 2 was fully operational...until it exploded 7 weeks later. Undeterred, Hobnob and his crew began work on Mark 3.
* 7 months went by before the explosion happened. Just as Hobnob and his crew had predicted
* Before work could begin on Mark 4, Hobnob and his crew realised that almost all of their money was almost all gone.
* And so at the age of 111, Hobnob and his crew decided to leave Cutterstone to find odd-jobs and merc-work to fund their inventive endeavours after realising that their work on The Obstacle Flattener had almost emptied their collective coin purses.
* 1 year later their adventures bring them to Starkvale and the beginning of this RP.

[User]
Kayden's wandering hand did not go unnoticed by Lis; she herself had several daggers and knives hidden about her body, as she appreciated how easy it was to suddenly be in an unexpectedly dangerous situation. There was some relief in seeing their Captain too felt the same way; it proved he thought ahead. In fact, the longer Lis knew Kayden, the more she believed he was a decent leader; her final assessment would have to wait until after their first skirmish, however. It was all well and good being headstrong in a calm situation, but she'd see who he - and the others - truly were in the Banian Manor. Regardless of this, she could see he was the humorous sort. Despite her foul mood, she was tempted to smile as the apple rolled down his arm - taking it wordlessly, Lis took to tossing it lightly in the air as they walked as opposed to eating it.

Although the sun grew brighter and hotter with each passing moment, Lis' tired headache was beginning to subside; a gentle breeze accompanied the blazing heat, ruffling through her tied-up hair in a refreshing manner. Alongside the daily racket of a busy town, and the charming music of street buskers, Lis was beginning to feel much more at home in Starkvale. The people here didn't seem to care about newcomers as so many places in the past had; tiny villages and towns in Bania, cut off from most outside contact, nearly always acted inhospitable towards her and the group she had journeyed with. Even outside of the monster-ridden country, she found the same to be true. More often than not it was suspicious groups of humans, immediately mistrusting her because she came from somewhere else... and was obviously not normal looking to them. Here in Starkvale however, once you got past the gates, nobody really seemed to care who you were.

As they walked past the music players, a young, skinny girl was jumping enthusiastically next to the dark-skinned woman; she was clearly a street urchin, if her ragged clothes and thin frame was anything to go by. She met Lis' eyes momentarily, and froze as she noticed the woman's expression. To Lis, she was feeling vaguely content, but her face rarely showed that what with a naturally down-turned mouth and sharp eyes. Swiftly plastering a smile on her face, Lis slyly tossed the apple to the kid as she and the group walked past, smile becoming more genuine as the girl scrambled to catch it, face lighting up. Fresh fruit was probably a rare thing to eat for a child on the streets - without risking to steal one, that was.

Right before she was about to reply to Kayden, one of their new members spoke up. Her feeling of contentment disappeared.

She'd met plenty of people like Leon; young men, talking big because they thought they'd "seen some shit". To her, having a few skirmishes in the under belly of a city did not count as "some shit". And after these supposedly big, tough lads came across a real monster? Well... they became very acquainted with shit, as did their undergarments. Turning to look at him, one eyebrow slowly raising at his misplaced enthusiasm, Lis wished she hadn't given away that apple; her fingers itched to pelt it at this idiot's head.

"Agreed - you are not a monster slayer. A real monster slayer wouldn't recommend such a thick-headed plan." She began, her tone calm but scathing. "First of all, we're not marks for you to try and scam. I don't even want to know how you'd go about making an oil containing silver, but it's a stupid plan regardless. A sword isn't a damned sponge; any oil your pour onto it will just make it slick and useless to attack with. The last thing you need around a leech of all things is to be fumbling with a greasy hilt, because you thought it would be cheaper and faster than getting a real weapon." The last few words were enunciated a bit more harshly, echoing the man's own ill-considered suggestion. With that over and done with, Lis straightened her face out to a somewhat neutral expression as she looked back to Kayden.

"I'd recommend getting both Valdium and silver weapons. They both have different properties that would be useful to us. If you're concerned about cost, then steel with some silver folded into it would be about as effective. We could also look into silver we could wear. A fellow I knew back in Bania wore a silver choker - it looked like a dog collar, and the rest of us made sure to remind him of that on a daily basis. But it saved him from a bite more than once." She said, recalling the memory. The rest of the group didn't need to know that the guy had died anyway. Silver did nothing when a troll was beating you to death.

@Tangletail@Fetzen

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Allard gave a chuckle as he watched the Lis get more than a little peeved at the one who called himself 'Jackal'. After thinking for a moment on the subject matter of silver weapons and cost he heard Lis speak of just wearing silver seemed to keep a man protected from bites from the undying. Allard knew he didn't have money to buy anything so he would be of little help financially. He was starting to wonder if he could go on this quest. Sure he wanted to help, but he couldn't even buy cheap leather armor at this time, let alone silver or silver infused weapons.

"What if we just made a few spearheads with steel and silver and used those? We could then fasten them to short spear shafts and it would be cheaper than buying even one or two full length swords made of the same material. Plus, a spearhead would have the advantage of the metal being in a smaller, stouter piece instead of being drawn out and flimsy. Any weapon with a small metal head could be done the same as well: axe, club, warhammer, or even arrowheads." It made sense to him, though he wasn't sure if it was the best plans. not everyone seemed to fight with those types of weapons and even Allard was only used to using bows and spears. Though he was confident that he could use the other weapons he mentioned relatively well, they just weren't things he normally practiced with.

"Though, I do wonder... Lis, would wearing even a slight bit of silver keep an undying from biting you, or was it just the placement of the silver about his neck that kept him safe from being bitten there specifically?" Allard didn't know much about what they were most likely going after, so he was hoping that his question wasn't too stupid of one.

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The Drabarian spent a noticeable amount of time on weighing the different options. Well there merely were two of them, but nevertheless he found the choice between turning around and heading directly back into the city and staying here and idling around already a difficult one. He probably would be able to chat with his -- hopefully -- future colleagues at either location, so the decision making was reduced to what could serve the greatest additional purpose. And there Othiosiyya started to have severe doubts about the wisdom in going for a little shopping tour. Sure, Valdium and such were very nice things to have, but would it be worth it in case of his shield and the technique he used it for ? Also his spear was an entirely different question. The tip could be replaced, but given that it was a dramatically oversized weapon compared to what any human would use a quick fix off the shelf was likely out of question. Hos long would a complete rebuild take and how costly would it be ?

That was an issue the Drabarian was thinking about while already facing the consequences of accompanying the shoppers and literally flattening everything that happened to become a target for his feet, triggering attention with the thudding sound he caused. Assuming that the captain -- whom hd hardly knew -- would compensate for every expense made just because he didn't explicitly ask for everyone's financial capacity prior to making this invitation could haunt him later on.

He ultimately addressed Kayden: "What do you think ? Covering this with a thin Valdium plating should considerably improve its performance, shouldn't it ?" He wasn't saying anything about who was going to pay for this, but a big part of him had high hopes in Kayden just saying something like 'yes!' with a lot of enthusiasm in it and ghen maybe bring up the more difficult topic by himself.

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Counterweight led Hobnob and his crew out of the guildhall and into the streets. "Don't let him get away!" Hobnob exclaimed "We need that tool!".
"We knew that already, boss" Shortstack replied.
"So did I!" Hobnob responded "I just like stating the obvious!".
Counterweight then decided to run into a crowd, using his small stature to fit easily between the people's legs.
Undeterred, Hobnob and his crew charge into the crowd them selves. Some had an easier time fitting through the crowd than others, but eventually, the gnomes all managed to get through to the other side and continue the pursuit. "Counterweight! Come back!" Hobnob called out.
"We'll give you a biscuit in exchange for the tool!" Tiny offered.
Counterweight replied by continuing to run.

The chase continued in this manner for a while. And while most of the gnomes had the energy to keep up, Hobnob found himself short on energy at the time from all that strenuous supervisory work he had been doing earlier. "Guys" Hobnob breathlessly attempted to call out "Wait...for me". But the other gnomes were already too far away to hear him. It wasn't long before Hobnob lost sight of his crew. "I should have paced myself earlier" Hobnob said to himself "I always tire myself out when I'm supervising". It was then that Hobnob noticed somebody who he recognized. It was Kayden, along with a few people Hobnob also recognized and a few people he didn't recognize. 'I wonder what Kayden's up to' Hobnob thought to himself as he approached the group 'They seem to be discussing something about silver or valdium'. Lacking other options, Hobnob ambled up to the group and stopped next to Kayden. "Hi Kayden" Hobnob said as he looked up at Kayden "What's going on over here?.
Suddenly, Counterweight ran past with Hobnob's crew not far behind.
"Don't mind them" Hobnob said "Our canine counterweight is getting up to a bit of mischief at the moment, but it'll be sorted out soon".


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Nickname: Nat but only certain people get away with calling her that

Species: human/hunter

Age: 24/about to turn 25

Birthday: November 4th

Appearance:

She has long brunette hair that has a natural wave to it as well as always being side parted and hazel brown eyes. Almost always sports a smokey eye look with nude lipstick (or a tinted lip balm). She gets teased for it but she doesn't care. Her outfit includes her beloved biker jacket that is always at least a size too big for her, but it makes it all the more comfortable. She always wears racer back vests with black jeans and beaten up old combat boots that she refuses to replace. She'd rather get them get resolved than change them completely and go through the pain of breaking in new boots. She sometimes wears a couple of necklaces round her neck but not always, depends on the job and her mood and sports an anti possession tattoo on her left collarbone like her brothers do.

Sexuality- straight and single. Relationships get in the way in her mind.

Height- 5'7"

Right or left handed: left

Scars: a couple of large ones on her back, going diagonally across from her right shoulder blade down toward her left side of her natural waist.

Personality: sassy, snarky but loyal to those she let's in emotionally. Quirky at times and old school in her professional life.

Relation to characters (optional): half sister, John is her biological father.

Bio: The younger sister of the Winchester boys whom she only met much later in life. They collided on a hunt that the boys were doing at the asylum she was in, and from there learned they were all blood related via their father John.

Natalia was brought up by her adoptive parents Kara and Harry whom were scared of her by the time she was a teenager. They thought she was insane and put her in a hospital for the insane, as she would have visions in her nightmares of her birth father fighting all things that go bump in the night, making her want to sneak out at night to try and get answers on what they meant. Little did she know it was all a ploy by Hell and a demon named Azazel to get her committed so the wheels would begin turning for her meeting her real family, to play mind games with the winchester boys.

She was ready to escape one night when she was in her early twenties, when Azazel of all people went to break her out by letting her out of her room, setting in motion for her to collide with the brothers in her escape attempt, whilst all hell broke lose in the asylum with a wraith. Her relationship with the boys wasn't plain sailing at first. Dean didnt trust her at all. He was convinced for months that she was a fraud until Sam proved him wrong. She feels this is why she grew much closer to Sam as opposed to Dean, despite having much more in common with Dean. She loves old school rock and roll, she loves to sing and sketch in her downtime if they ever get it or when in the backseat of the impala.

Weapons: firearms of any kind, she's not fussy in the slightest, but likes the convience of handguns as they can be hidden well enough. If it ever calls for it, she enjoys bringing out her compound bow, but it's very rare she gets to use it for ranged attacks. She also likes her arsenal of knives for close melee attacks. She also has the habit of fiddling with her knives if she's restless or impatient over something, or just plain bored. Has left at least two indentations from her knives in every motel room table she's ever sat at.

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Dean Winchester and Bobby Singer

Bobby smirked and shrugged his shoulders as Dean complimented him on the vault that he had built for his own safety, if he was honest. He shifted his eyes to Mika with a proud smile on his face as he stepped into the vault with Dean, allowing him to look around the place.

"Mika's pretty familiar with the place. It's got solid iron walls, coated in salted holy water. Devils traps on the floors. There's warding for just about any thing that we've ever known how to ward against, other than angels. Even the ventilation is a devils trap. From 10 am to about 7 pm, the entire room is a devils trap, due to the shadow."

He explained his handy work excitedly, pointing around at various things as he described them, "And there's enough food, water and medical supplies in here to last a few months at least."

He turned back to Dean who was still smiling brightly, as Natalia stepped into the room as well, seeming excited. For a second, Bobby forgot the reason he had needed to show them the vault/panic room in the first place, as he watched the 'kids' he loved freak out over something HE did. Then it struck him that they were on a time schedule, "I figure we can bring one of the mattresses down, if needed, or a bunch of blankets and pillows. I don't figure many of us are gonna be sleeping in the next day or so."

Dean nodded to him, his smile fading just a bit as he thought of Sam being essentially locked in a cage, waiting for the worst. He ran his finger along the salt crusted walls as Sam stepped into the room and made his comment.

"Yeah, well…this is your home for the next 24 hours.", he responded to his brother, giving him a cheeky smile as Bobby patted Sam on the shoulder, "Let's get started on the prep, I guess. Like Bobby said, this sleepover party is going to need a bunch of blankets, some beer, some food, and maybe something for you guys to do…"

Annabeth

Annabeth smiled softly at Natalia as she passed, appreciating the small gesture of good faith and kindness. She realized at that moment that the understanding of what she had done was slowly sinking in for everyone, which caused her shoulders to not be quite as tight. She glanced up at Sam, listening to him explain that they would figure out the angels. She gave him a sad smile, almost telling him with her eyes that what he was saying wasn't possible.

But she couldn't help go along with his optimism, nodding to him as he at least admitted that this might not work. She sighed, before they turned to go down stairs, "As long as you're realistic, Sam…this might not work. I need you to prepare yourself for that."

She kept hold of his hand, walking down to the vault and stopping at the door, releasing him as they arrived, so he could join Dean and Bobby inside. She peered around the room, noticing how blank it all was, but after listening to everyone talk about the protective properties of the room, she felt instantly safer. As Dean spoke about a sleepover, she couldn't help laugh quietly, and look down at the floor.

"Sam doesn't strike me as the sleepover type…", she spoke up, catching Dean's attention as she did so. For the first time, since they had met, Dean smiled at her. He was amused, and cut his eyes to Sam, and then back to her.

"You have no idea. Sammy used to LOVE sleepovers. Little pillow forts and flashlight stories. Oh the works…", he told her brightly, stepping over to slap Sam on the chest as he finished, and Annabeth laughed.

Cason

Cason kept his hands on Esme's arms as she adjusted herself, sliding them back down to her hands as she got comfortable and asked if he had figured out her secret. He nodded with a small frown, before turning up the corners of his lips into a sad smile.

"Yeah. You could say that. Believe it or not…when I was human, I was a bit of an empath. Being around people like Dean, for example would have put me out for days at a time.", he muttered, as he concentrated a bit of heat into her hands, "To answer the burning question of how I went to Hell, way back in 1785…I sold my soul, like most, to a demon. When talks of revolution started in New York, I was just a 30 year old drunk."

He turned her hands over, happy to see that their hands were a bit connected, as he worked what little magic he had cared to remember, in terms of helping people.

"I met this guy in a pub. He was spouting off about helping with freeing the colonies, but he needed payment. I was too drunk to really know what I was doing, and I signed up. The looks on the faces, when a handful of drunk grown men kissed the stranger…phew. I became one of the fighters on the front line, right along side Alexander Hamilton and the other big dogs.", he smirked, "All was well, the war was won…and then my time came up, and what was it all for? I assume that the nature of why, lead to me being a piss poor demon with a flicker of a soul."

He gave a small laugh, pulling his hands from hers. He placed her hands gently on her lap and pulled his legs up to wrap his arms around them in front of her.

"But yes. I know you're an empath.", he admitted. He then sighed, as he readied himself to tell her his plans for her, in the next 24 hours, "I um…I would like for you to be guarded. I know how most of the people in this house feel about Hellhounds, but my girls answer to me. They would never hurt you. They won't even come near you, if you would rather they stay away. But I would be a lot less distracted when the demons show up, if you were safe with the dogs."

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Esme Stirling

Esme lifted her head from her arm and sat when Cason took her hands again and watched as his frown became a sad smile at her question. As he spoke, her eyebrows went up a little, that's not something she expected to hear from him. Hearing he was a bit of an empath when he was human was strange for her to hear. She was about to say something when she felt the heat in her hands, but he started talking again, so she listened. As he turned her hands over, she looked down at them.

She could feel the little magic he was working, so she let him continue. Any other time, she would have pulled her hands away, but she could clearly see how much he was trying to help her. She looked back up at him as he spoke again, going into a story about his past. Never would she have thought he would reveal his past to her or how he became a demon. When he finished, she had no words to respond with as he laughed and put her hands in her lap.

What was it about her that made him reveal that part of himself to her, other than helping Annabeth? She was pulled from the thought when he made himself comfortable in front of her. Esme pulled both of her legs up and crossed her arms over her knees, then rested her chin on her arms as he confirmed he knew she was an empath. At his sigh, she knew he was preparing himself to say something. As soon as he told her he wanted her to be guarded, she closed her eyes. She should have known that was going to come up.

Esme remained quiet to hear him out. She tensed up when he mentioned the hellhounds. Hellhounds were one thing she had never planned to come in contact with. She was well aware of the stories revolving around them. She sighed heavily as he finished, opening her eyes to look at him. "If I refuse. I'm assuming you'd say you'd like me to join Sam and Annabeth in the vault." she stated. She looked away and to the book on the floor she had been looking at before. She rolled the options around in her mind.

She didn't much like either option, but she didn't want to be locked in the vault feeling like a prisoner. She felt bad for wanting to go with hellhounds, knowing how Dean and the others felt about them, but she really didn't want to go into the vault. "Fine." she sighed. "I'll go with the dogs. I just don't like the fact I can't see them." She turned her gaze back to him. "Knowing there's something there watching me I can't see is a bit unsettling."

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MIKA, SAM AND NATALIA

As Bobby looked esctatic over the face that the others were showing interest and excitement over the iron vault and how much work Bobby put into it, Mika smiled also giving Bobby simply a nod of knowing that this was how they were going to react. As Bobby stepped forward to step inside and do the full break down of what the vault consisted of, she simple just stepped up to the door and stayed outside of it as she looked in, watching Natalia and Dean with curiosity as they touched the kit, the walls and looked upwards at the skylight.

She stepped out the way as Sam made it downstairs and wanted to step inside to check it out for himself, to which she let him go inside and then Annabeth following on behind him. He gave her the look of 'you not coming in?' and she just simply shook her head. "This isn't anything new to me Sam" she replied, seeing no need to step inside. Nodding at her words, SAm thought nothing out of character with her answer, thinking it just made sense that if she lived here then sure, she would have known about the vault and probably would have seen every inch of it more times than she deemed necessary.

Mika and Natalia both started sniggering at the sleepover comment from Dean towards his brother, Nat shoving her hands into her jeans pockets casually, "trust you to make it sound like a sleepover" she remarked under her breath as he replied to Annabeth's comment at not seeing Sam as the sleepover type. "Dean's right, he was always for it when we were kids. Though Dean didn't exactly object to them either. I can tell you many times he used to hide under my bed to hide from my dad" Mika smirked, feeling more than happy to tell those embarrassing stories infront of Bobby, Sam and Natalia for amusing Annabeth.

"Wait...Dean...that one right there was scared of your dad?!" Natalia asked, shoving her hand in the direction of Dean this time, eyebrows raising high into her forehead in surprise. "Oh yeah!" Mika chuckled. "But those stories can be for another time." she added.

Sam smirked remembering the night Dean ran all the way back to him and John panting for dear life because of Papa Chambers. He then found himself glancing down at his chest as Dean slapped him there before looking up. "Okay, so...you still keep the blankets in the same Bobby or are they elsewhere?" Sam asked, not sure he liked the idea of being down here but it was a good option to keep Annabeth and himself safe overnight, whilst they tried to come up with some plan. If they could stop Annabeth going, then maybe they could do something to know where she would be the entire time and use it to get to Alistair and get Annabeth back again.

Natalia eventually stepped out of the vault again and stood near Mika.