[System]
Amelia Artemia Averyonna

Character Summary
Age: 11
 Species: Vampire
 Sexuality: Undetermined
Relationship Status: Probably too young for this, but single 'cause immortality.

Appearance
Height: 4'0
 Build: Slim
Eyes: Steely Blue
Hair: Pale Blond
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Absolutely flawless

Amelia has, as to be expected for her age, a slim, childish figure with smooth, pale skin, soft but piercing blue eyes, and straight, waist length pale blond hair that never curls naturally. Her slim build makes it incredibly easy to underestimate her actual strength, something some might find funny. The only possible 'flaw' some might find in her features is the perpetual frown on her face and the sad, haunted look in her eyes. Should one be able to get her to smile though, she has one that could light up the room.

For fashion, Amelia tends to prefer simple, often slightly baggy cloths. Single color shirts, jeans, and sandals are her preferences, with the sandals being switch out for regular shoes or boots in the colder months. One special occasions she'll wear single piece dresses that help compliment what figure she has. Her preferred colors appear to be blues, greens, purples, and white.

Personality
Shy * Pacifist * Naïve *

Personality: Amelia is a shy, reclusive young girl who finds it hard to approach others due to her past. When forced into a conversation, her voice is often slow, just barely audible by human standards, and lacking any sort of confidence. She is afraid to speak her mind or tell others how she feels and will often simply fall silent if she is uncomfortable with a situation.

Underneath this heavy shyness though is a girl who is still very much a child. She craves kindness and attention but is afraid to pursue it only to lose it all. She loves toys and sweets but will never ask for them, no matter how much she might want them. She will never run to others when her fear of lightning affects her, preferring not to burden them and deal with it herself.

No matter the situation, Amelia will never raise a hand to defend herself. Her vampiric strength more then gives her the ability to do so against all humans, but even then, she would prefer to flee rather then fight. This preference towards shying away from violence extends to her consumption of blood, as she will never take it directly from a human or animal, preferring to take it from a blood bag or some other means.

Habits:
* Apologizes for everything
* Constantly watches her surroundings
* Bites thumb when nervous
* Will occasionally speak through a stuffed rabbit

Strengths:
* Is a natural at hypnotism
* Easily Underestimated
* incredibly Fast

Weakness:
* Will not fight back
* Poor communication, refuses to tell others her problems/ opinions
* Fear of lightning: Major, sometimes paralyzing, phobia

Likes:
* Art, has recently started drawing
* Gardening, another recent hobby
* Summer/warm night

Dislikes:
* Violent people
* Winter/cold nights
* Peppers

History
Amelia was born in a rural town in the state of Pennsylvania, to a middle class family. Her father, Arthur, was an electrician and her mother, Elaina, worked at a local daycare, watching over Amelia and several of the towns other children while their parents were away. Both of her parents were very nurturing towards their little girl and made sure they always had time for her and were available when she needed them. However, as if often the case, good things never lasted.

When she was the ripe young age of four, Amelia's family were attacked by a small coven of vampires on their way home during a stormy night. While her parents were killed, the coven took the young child and held her captive as a 'cattle', a simple animal they would feed from whenever they were puckish, but avoided killing or turning her into one of their own. Due to viewing her as nothing more then an animal, Amelia was often abused and berated, slowly leading to girl to mentally withdraw from the world and close her heart.

This abusive life-style continued for six years and only ended due to pure luck. While the coven was moving to their next feeding grounds, they came across a nomadic vampire named Dmitri Machinkov. Initially friendly with each other, Dmimtri traveled with the coven for a while, talking to them and witnessing their life style. While doing so, he also witnessed the covens abuse of the young human 'pet' they kept. While initially displeased but silent, after a several days, Dmitri had enough to stepped up to defend the girl. A fight broke out and, despite being outnumbered and protecting a helpless human, Dmitri was able to win with relative ease.

Over the next year, he traveled with the girl, giving her a name due to her forgetting her own and trying to help her open up to the world. His efforts were partially successful, with his greatest success being to get her to talk to him through a stuffed rabbit he bought her a proxy, though she didn't learn ventriloquism. Still, it was a first step and from there, he got her to open up, little by little until she could almost pass as simply a shy girl.

Tragedy struck once again though, as both where attacked by a coven that had been friendly with the once that had previously 'owned' Amelia and were less then happy with what had happened to their friends. The coven ambushed the two and while Dmitri was able to hold them off again, one of the coven members had hung back to attack Amelia while her guardian was distracted. His blow was meant to kill and it would've done so instantly had Dmitri not noticed at the very last second. With Amelia injured and dying, her guardian flew into a rage and slaughtered their attackers before calming down and checking on his young companion. Knowing she would not last long, he took the only option he had and turned the young girl to save her life.

Shortly after this, he traveled with her to Castle Bloodmoon, to leave her under the protection of his old friend Hadrianus Nightbane. Knowing the castle was a school for young vampires and a place she could live without fear of running out of blood or being attacked, Dmitri felt it was best he leave her there so she could learn and live in peace. Amelia has not taken this well, feeling abandoned by the one person she thought would stay by her side and causing her to retreat into herself once again, though thankfully not as much as before.

Extras
 Advice To The World: Value what you have, for it could be taken away at any point.
Anything Else: Often carries a small, stuffed rabbit on her person, the first gift she ever got from anyone. It was from her sire, Dmitri Machinkov.

[User]
Drake Morrison

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 Drake watched as the two boys ran off. "You should get yourself cleaned up, you'll be healed soon, though don't think we will not be discussing this later," Hava told him."Yes ma'am," Drake started and as he stood up, he had a bit of a grin on his face. "You know, the reason I lied wasn't to trick you so much as the others," he said, jerking a thumb in the direction the boys went. He went over and picked up the cello that was lying on the ground, surprised that it wasn't broken, though it did seem to have some scratches from being tossed around. He brought it back to Hava and went to hand it out to her. "This was that vampire girl's. I don't mind talking about it, but tonight probably isn't the best time." After that he started to leave but the turned back to add, "Oh, and uh,...thanks for showing up when you did."

 Later, as Drake was cleaning up, he couldn't help but think about what could have happened if Hava didn't get there in time. To be honest, he could care less about the two jerks, in fact it felt pretty good throwing them around, but anybody else who was close by was in danger. He let out a heavy sigh as he tried to clear his thoughts. After cleaning up, Drake got dressed and went over to the cafeteria to get some food before going to the chambers for the night. When he arrived, he saw Daniil already digging in, and he made a small wave to the guy. After grabbing his food, his sat at an adjacent table, within talking distance, and started eating as well.

[Assistant]
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Nick Smith

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"Well to be honesty, I wasn't not paying attention to either of my classes, well expect for history which I may add is the most interesting class ever. I mean, I didn't know how big vampire history is until now." Nick say with a very excitable tone, Nick know there nothing excited about history but vampire history was different, Nick feel vampires were around like forever and it make Nick feel less alone in their little world.

While two roommate talk about history class, Nick realize tonight is the full moon, which means Cole have go to lock down room which sound like it sucks for werewolf, I mean think about it, if you are a werewolf and have to go a lock down room and turn into a werewolf with no self-control, then that won't be so much fun would it?

Nick thought about it and come up a idea, they rush toward their bag and pull what look like a blue gemstone necklace. "Hey Cole wait, I want to give you something before you go the lockdown room." Nick give Cole the blue gemstone necklace "That gem is call a Blue lace agate, my aunt say it help bring you calmness and peace of mind. I mean, I have other gemstones that my aunt give me but I think gem can help you."

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Gwen Danielson

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Gwen really does enjoy the silence of the library while reading the books.....at least she was enjoy reading in silence until when a big group of people enter the library and start talking. Gwen get up from her seat with a annoying sigh, well if I can't have peace and quiet, then I have to find my own peace and quiet so with that thought, she check out the books she and walk out of the library with them.

Gwen try to find a quiet place to read but no matter where she goes, rooms she enter are either loud or the doors won't open. she finally find a place where it is quiet and that place was the cafeteria. One person that was there however, was a guy who is eating meat but Gwen shrug it off, she sat down and return to her reading.

[User]
Reena

She froze in her spot, eyes wide for a moment when she turned to face the man. She began to fumble with her hands, her fingers twitching about as she began to grow uneasy. What would happen with the other two? The glares, pushes and otherwise harmless bullying could increase to something she might not be able to keep up with. The attack could actually become commonplace couldn't it? If they found out that she sent the headmasters after them?

"I..." That was when she realized that the other student could get out of being in trouble if she spoke up. Risk the bullying at his expense after he helped her? That was not something the red head could deal with. She wouldn't be able to live with herself if that was how she paid people back, that was cowardly. More so than she would allow within herself.

And so, she took another step back to the vampire. Grey eyes darting around, unable to look him in the eye. Her words falling through parted lips as she started from the very beginning, how she was playing some music under the stairs. How the students who came were a pair that she grown used to for some time. The attack, how the one who came to help her was the one werewolf in her class that liked to challenge people instead of waiting to be paired up. She didn't remember their names, she was too far from people to really talk to anyone to begin with.

"If he wasn't there, I'm pretty sure my night wouldn't have been easy. They were attacking him in such a way that I'm pretty sure they were trying to injure as both, if it's cause of the full moon I don't know..."

[Assistant]
Amelia smiled as the other girl accepted the blood pop. After she was sure the other girl was going to enjoy it, Amelia went about picking up the books on the floor, knowing they would be in trouble if the area in front of the fireplace was a mess, since it increased the risk of there being a fire. As she worked, she was able to ignore the sounds of the conflict going on outside. When the girl she had offered the bloodpop to suddenly spoke to her, Amelia quickly turned around in surprise before registering the question she had been asked.

A frown crossed the young girl's face. She didn't actually know her age. She hadn't celebrated a single birthday since her parents had been killed and she had been made into a living blood bag for them to feed on. Even after Dmitri had rescued her, she hadn't found out how old she was, just an estimation at best. So the best answer she was able to give the stranger was a silent shrug, as she had no answer to really give.


[System]
HistorySona, known as Sonsheeta, was born to a family which consisted of her mother, her father and her older brother Anadin. They were a well-kept family and they had high morals for the upbringing of their little girl. Even though Sona didn't exactly like this as she grew up, she followed up with her parents and the forest's rules.

From a young age, Sona was instantly attracted to the power of music and how instruments can help others, or destroy others lives. This is what encouraged Sona to sneak out her house one day and asked the eldar (who can play music very well) to teach her to play the harp. The eldar disagreed at first because of her parents, but eventually took her under his wing and started giving her harp lessons. It didn't take long for her to become a musical prodigy within the forest's borders. Everyone was proud of her for her achievement. But with this, it made her brother very jealous.

Anadin hated the fact that his baby sister was getting all the attention, he wanted all the attention and he hated his sister for that reason. So he delved into a plan to kill his parents and his sister, make himself out to be a hero and be what he always wanted to be: in the middle of everything.

On the night, his plan failed: hard. Two elves were finishing their date when they noticed Anadin setting up a fire to burn the whole place down. Anadin wasn't impressed with this so he entered the house and murdered his parents. The Eldar's guard was quickly notified when a local outcry was happening, some rushing out of their homes to burning.

Anadin almost killed Sona with his own bare hands when the guard rushed in and gravely injured Anadin, at the cost of almost losing his own arm. Anadin ran away afterwards, leaving his sister alive and well.

It didn't take long to realize that Sona really wasn't safe in the enclosed woods thanks to her brother, he seems to be stalking her every now and then. And even after a few near-death experiences because of him. She decided to tell the Eldar her fears. The only suggested that the Eldar could come up with, was that she had to leave the place; maybe she could possibly learn more about the art of music??

Sona noticed that this is something that she may need to do after all. She decided that she will leave, but she will try to visit the place frequently to tell them of her travels. Thinking that maybe her adventures will inspire her to write music, and just possibly make a few songs of her own.

It was this time during her early years of travelling, she made a bird companion who was injured, so she let the bird stay on her shoulder and named him Alto. Alto has stayed by her side ever since and they keep each other company while she is on her own.

One year, she has finally made a stop back to her birthplace, and was greeted by everyone there once more as they missed her loads. She told them of her travels and they seemed to love her stories, from entertaining in pubs to finding Alto, she felt very happy to be relaxing once more. Except at that night, her brother tried killing her once again.

He entered her place of rest that night and tried murdering her in her sleep. Sona didn't want a repeat of what happened them few years ago and had a little fight on her hands before running out of the place and went into hiding. The elves were not impressed.

Now, Sona has made her out of the village and is travelling again, where it will take her to this time. She doesn't know, all she knows is that she wants to travel with some company. And that she may not be so lucky the next time her brother finds her.
Parents: dead parents
Siblings:An alive brother named Anadrin, they hate each other and he wants to find and kill her personally
Childhood:
Adulthood: Anadin killed her parents,
Special Moments: When she bought her first harp, when the Eldar's guard protected her from her brother trying to kill her the first time
Current Events: Is currently travelling, but wants to find people to travel with, and wants to travel to find some inspiration for some music. Has no knowledge of what is happening because the forest she comes from is very secluded, and she has only started travelling again.
Relations
⚜ Crush: Her forest Elder's guard * ☯ Neutral : fellow bards in her forest : classed as rivals * ☮ Friends: the elves in her forest * ♥ N/A* ⚤ N/A * ☠ Sworn Enemy: Her brother, Anadrin
You may work out several predone relations as NPCs you control. Limit one high ranking character, minimal of one sworn enemy - all npcs are limited to base information and items within the Rp. Relations can be worked out between player character before start of Rp if you wish and added to during the Rp

Extras
Character Quote: 'If you believe it's impossible, it will be impossible' Something they say a lot or live by
Theme Song: Adrian Von Ziegler - Druidic Dreams
Aura Color: Earthy Green
Scent: Metal due to the harp, and maybe flowers?? Anything Else:

[User]
Keystone
Location: Road North of Salarn, CampInteracting With: Medieval X-Men, Cremwise, Cyneburg

Silence, except for the wind, caressed Keystone's awareness of Self. His extended meditations began to fix his mind into a state of hyperinformative insight, wherein great truths of himself and the land around him began to unfold, as the petals of a great water flower may; slowly and with great deliberation, true enlightenment hidden inside.

Keystone's need for violence, his overly protective nature for both himself and others, coupled with his unfathomable depths of anger, began to unravel and fall away as the pure, golden light of his soul - his inner being, his ideal, enlightened, personally aware, inner Self - began to rise from the darkness and muck of his psyche's defenses and personal baggage, to assert itself as the rightful, enlightened, and potent force commanding the powerfully conditioned physical form of Keystone, the resulting amalgam being the perfection of mind, body, and soul, raising him from the common mundane origins from which he came.

The Perfect Warrior. A force of nature. The ultimate incarnation of Keystone. A thing which, given time, may very well be deified.

And then it fell to crap.

A moment before his great transcendence, a call to arms sounded in the form of, "We got company and it ain't the friendly sort this time." The uncouth brawler's sense of earthly duty pulled him from his illuminating reverie as he sprung up, fully awake and ready to run at full tilt, if need be.

Keystone's hoisted his pack and hung it from the cart, tossing a suggestion at Cremwise. "You ought hitch up horsey on the quick, it's soddin' off time." He disengaged the slip knot holding up his tarp underneath the wagon, crudely balled up the apparatus, and sandwiched it next to the cargo. Ready to go in ten seconds. Not bad, considering the circumstances. Then again, minimal preparation in the evening makes for minimal effort necessary in the morning.

The large man noted with some interest that one of their recent, veiled acquisition shifted from from a woman into a large, ursine beast. While it wasn't the strangest thing he'd seen in his adventuring career, it was the first time he'd actually witnessed it this closely. Curiosity (and, if he were honest with himself, a bit of alarm) turned his head in her direction. Yeah, he'd heard of woodland folk who could skin-change. He'd just never been on a job with one, owing to his urban upbringing and his occupation. Not a lot of opportunity for professional crossover there.

This upcoming danger did mean one thing - his hope for oat bannocks and strong tea was dashed, at least for the present. More pressing things took priority, namely the safety of their charge and his wares, at least until they're offloaded in the next town. If they made it out unscathed as well, bonus.

Keystone was ready to fight, even if his lack of weapons or armor (outside of his masterful leather coat) indicated otherwise. Still, despite his wary nature, he couldn't help himself. Nodding to the Bear-Lady, but focused on the surrounding woodlands, he queried, "Oi, is it true, then? You lot shit in the woods?"

One step from enlightenment, indeed.

[Assistant]
Malkus
Location: Near the camp, hidden in the bushes
Interacting With: Sir Slashy and his merry band of Stabbers. But no one else in particular.

Malkus crept closer and closer, quieter than a mice. Yet he never really got close to the camp; he kept moving through the bushes, trying to find the one bush or tree that was close enough for him to just dash out of, grab a bit to eat, and then split. This shouldn't be that hard; Malkus had done this plenty of times before, with even less cover. Hell, he has swiped a man's dinner right from underneath his nose once, in broad daylight, and escaped because of his speed and certainty. So what was it that was making a job like this so hard? That was a foolish question of course.

Because he didn't want to steal their food. Of all the things in this camp he wanted, he just wanted to be with Sona. A vision of fantasy flashed in his mind. It was a simple one: Malkus and Sona, playing their songs in the woods, on the open road, at the setting sun. They would break bread together, share a drink, and occasionally even got into trouble. It was a simple and innocent fantasy to be sure, but the reality was that Malkus was just a dirty thief looking for an easy meal and an easy life. Why work and suffer for meager gains when you could just take from those who've already done the hard work? That's how Malkus had survived for this long. He didn't know a thing about foraging for food or surviving in the wilds like this. He barely knew how to make fire, and he only stomached bugs not for any nutritional value, but out of desperation. Malkus wanted to live it easy, but he also wanted the luxury of companionship and, dare he ask, love. But alas, those weren't things he could steal with quick hands or a knife held to a throat.

The longer he lingered, the more he could also smell the food the campers had. He could smell salted meats, preserved fruits, bread and even some alcohol. But the more he smelled, the more he noticed something putrid. The scent of piss and dirt, of rusted metal and dried blood. Of death and war. That's when Malkus's eyes widen and he realized something very horrific. "Orcs!"

Malkus berated himself for his foolishness. He found orcish tracks near the camp, but they weren't merely wandering. He should have known that they didn't go closer to the camp because they didn't need to. They were scouting and found them, that's why the prints where so fresh and why they didn't come immediately. After all, why attack with five men when you can attack with twenty? Malkus could smell their ilk even from where he was at, but he couldn't tell from scent alone how many or where they were coming from. Only that they were coming, and were probably downwind.

Gritting his teeth, Malkus grabbed his Kukri. While he feared crowds, he hated orcs. If they were coming here, he didn't need to imagine what they'd do if they managed to overpower the group. If they were lucky, they'd just be killed. Otherwise... He didn't want to think about it. But what could he really do? Malkus knew he could kill maybe two or three. Five if he was lucky. But he can't take on a hold band himself, not without preparation. And he couldn't really rely on the others in the camp not to kill him, incidentally or not. He was a half-orc after all, and from a distance he probably didn't look too different from a regular orc. He should just leave. If anything, he could pick the bones afterwords for food, money, and literally anything else. But of course... There was Sona too. That damned elf, always on Malkus's mind, turning him stupid and making him act strange. He cursed his own lust and desires for making him act outside of his own self-interest.

So to quell these treacherous thoughts from confusing him further, Malkus made up his mind. Sona was going to be his. If he was going to suffer through the angst of losing her or being made to confront his own fears, then he intends to use her as his motivation. If he could have Sona, then he would have nothing to worry about. If he had to suffer the idea of being with her "friends", then he'll make sure she makes it worth his while. Malkus had enough of this uncertainty and confusion. Gripping his big blade and ready to draw his fighting knives, Malkus continued to stalk the camp in the bush, waiting for the orcs to arrive. Then, he'll strike.

[User]
Location: the outside world
Interacting with:Alto

Sona sighed as Satilla didn't respond. But that's fine, she had to get ready for the day ahead! Standing up she looked around quickly to find any bushes around that contained berries or something edible of the sorts, sadly there was none. Looking to her shoulder she looked to her bird companion and bit her lower lip before poking the tip of her ears "Sorry, Alto. No food that I can see that's for both of us" Alto chirped unhappily, but at least Sona was honest in her words. "It's ok! We can find some la-"

"We got company and it ain't the friendly sort this time,"

Sona didn't have the time to finish her sentence, she had to get ready immediately! "Let's go Alto!" She nodded to her little bird companion and rushed over to her harp immediately "Let's get this thing sorted" She told herself as she adjusted the strings quickly… the strings were getting weaker and weaker, this is not good if they were to break during the fight, so she will keep an eye on them for now. She also had to make sure she kept her dagger near her for the close and personal experiences. She didn't know what else to get ready for, she had everything she needed… didn't she??

Afterwards the blonde let her feet chase each other as she looked around to see what the others were doing and to see if she can help with anything at all "Does anyone need some help??" The bard questioned before turning around some more, she bit her lower lip in excitement and worry. What if she failed her team?? No, she couldn't think like that right now… she had to mentally prepare herself for what was to come. She doesn't know what that may be but she is ready for anything that will come running to her.


[System]
"My dreams used to be rampant with monsters and fears, turning them into ugly, twisted nightmares, hellbent on tormenting me. Now, I will become the light to drive those monsters away."

STRESSED ØUT
Nickname/Alias:
Jack,
sex on a stick (imo)
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Race:
Human
Age:
25
Ethnicity:
Canadian, though no one would know what that means.
Gender:
Male
Appearance:

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 |height. 6'0" |weight. 176 lbs |hair. brown |eyes. green
Though not the most efficient worker in his mine, Jackson is definitely the strongest and most agile. Having to swing a heavy pickaxe all day, coupled with his daily training in his self-made basement, has made him able to lift the heavy tools of a miner with great finesse. This also helps when wielding his greatsword, as he can go for more swift and fluid movements, rather than just be lugging dead weight around. What most people first notice about Jackson, however, is the tired, weary look in his eyes - one of a man burdened by fear and doubt, yet with no reason or understanding of why. There is also another look in his eyes, however, and it is that of a kind, considerate soul, who tries his hardest to support and protect those he holds close to him, even though he may not always show it. It is this kindness, the spark of gold in his eyes, that people are attracted to, and it makes for a good, solid understanding that despite his mood swings, and tendency to say things how they are, Jackson will forever be true to those he cares about.
Clothing:
Since he's had to blend in with the other workers in the mine until he finally found his destiny, Jackson hasn't really adopted much of a clothing style. He can often be seen in plain, un-logoed shirts, ranging from black to white, with 50 (8, actually) Shades of Grey inbetween, paired with plain old denim jeans, and heavy-duty combat boots. All of his clothing is kept in good condition, though, and he's (fortunately) able to wash them regularly.

Personality:
Jackson, despite seeming like an optimist, is a down-to-Earth realist. He doesn't particularly like being too pessimistic, though not so optimistic that he gets people's hopes up, with the possibility of letting them down. He often surveys the situation in a calm manner, providing his peers with a strategic, thought-out approach. Also, despite being rather strong for someone of his type, he completely hates the idea of someone being classed as the weakest link. Therefore, Jackson includes every single person with him in his approaches to a situation, and exercises all of each person's skills.

Being a man who was once shackled within Galatec's ideology and idealistic ways has had a toll on Jackson, especially with the painful thought that it might happen again. To believe he was once of enough idiocy to believe that this new dictatorship was all fine, and that Galatec could kiss all of his booboos better is both frightening and sickening to him, and he has tried his hardest to prove to people - despite the fact barely anybody doubts him - that it wasn't him, and it was just Galatec dragging him along like a dog on a leash. This can sometimes bleed into his handling of situations, causing all his beforehand calm and realistic approach to go down the drain, and sometimes becoming so severe he spirals into a blind rage. Even now and again he has sudden mood swings, be it the same compelling rage, or Galatec's lighting taking a toll on him. However, he manages to beat all the odds and continue, no matter what obstacles he faces. He also never lets this affect his view on people - everyone is equal, and there will never be a need for labelling one by their skills or limits, simply by good or evil motives.
Likes:
* The Power Rangers
* White noise - his radio was broken for a few weeks, but he eventually started listening to the static coming from it, and it seemed to calm him, like the waves of the sea.
* The silent moments that come and go from time to time, where the world seems to slow, and just for one moment, be it a fraction of a second or an entire minute, one can finally find peace where they thought all was lost.
* Pushing and breaking his limits, and discovering that he can do what he thought impossible before.
* Protecting people
* The greater good

Dislikes:
* Galatec
* His job
* Being unable to drink publicly without the risk of coming under Galatec's control
* His parents being under Galatec's influence

Fears:
* Slipping back under Galatec's control
* Not being able to find the Power Rangers
* Being unable to save New Earth, especially his parents
* Galatec defeating the Power Rangers
* Failing the Rangers, if he ever finds them
* Dying on the job

Quirks:
He has a particular, "friendship", with his tomahawk. Turns out when it's just you and an old weapon against the world, you start talking to it. It's not like it talks back to him, so it should be fine, right?

History:
Freedom.

That's what Jackson was born into. A life before Galatec. One where his mother and father cared about him and actually loved him. Of course, he didn't know that. His life was just mining rocks, searching for god knows what. Day in, day out, the sound of pickaxes clanging at stone was the norm now. He'd found a few keepsakes down there, one of which looked like a small axe, but never really knew what they were for. Why did people need weapons and all these strange items when they had Galatec? That was the thought planted in his mind, the one he was forced to think constantly.

Until the Power Rangers.

At first, Jackson was like everyone else - he saw them as nothing more than troublemakers, terrorising the city. But the more and more they expressed their motives and attempted to bring hope to New Earth, the more and more the glimmer of hope that was still embedded in his mind shined through. It got bigger and bigger every day, and he remembered more and more about this once alienated concept - freedom. What was once something he had no clue of was now the very thing he was grasping for, the only thing that mattered for him. His mind was no longer fixated on work, and he was determined to follow suit of the very people that set him free from this faux happiness that was hiding the true world away from everyone.

Unfortunately, it wasn't going to be that easy. With no way of actually contacting the Power Rangers, and no safe or guaranteed way that he'd be able to help them, he had to just wait it out. Though, that was harder than first thought. The great pressure hailing down from his parents to get a job with Galatec's higher-ups, and the growing paranoia that one slip up would eventually lead to him getting caught. Despite this, however, he had to gulp it all down and train, as well as going to his regular job in the mines to remain under the radar and reduce suspicion. Eventually he'd managed to utilise his mining skills to create a makeshift training ground under the house, and then had the difficult job of keeping it a secret from his parents. Luckily for him, they were all "work work work, Galatec is the greatest, work work work".

That seemed to be it for a while, with Jackson training his tomahawk skills and keeping a low profile in the mines, until one day, his life was changed. It was another day of digging at rocks nonchalantly, pitying all the children slaving away, with their labour unbeknownst to them, when he spotted something shimmering on the floor. He quickly pocketed it, and after taking it home and rubbing it clean of all the dirt and grime, he realised what it was - the Prism Morpher. With that, he packed what few things Galatec allowed him to keep from his past, and set off on a journey to find the Power Rangers, and free New Earth...
Talents:
* Extremely skilled with a tomahawk
* Animalistic instincts & reflexes
* Can see multiple approaches to a problem
* Agile on his feet
* A linear understanding of science
* Apparently quite the singer

Hindrances:
* His perpetual mood swings
* He always sees the good in people
* Can sometimes be quick to judge
* Not exactly the one to sugar coat things
* His hate for labelling people as the "runt" or "weakest link/member" can sometimes lead to him overestimating people

Powers:
None. Zero. Nil.
Equipment:
* An old mining torch
* A tomahawk that he found whilst mining one day
* 10 shirts
* 4 pairs of jeans
* A pair of combat boots
* A pair of old sneakers
* An old scarf
* A hiking backpack (that holds all his stuff)
* 7 bottles of water
* A sleeping bag
* 9 MRE kits

Quotes:
"Cross your fingers."
Aspiration:
To understand his place, and free everyone from the shackles they've been unknowingly clamped into.

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"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...

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"-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.

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Michael Sonnen

Quicker than most, Michael got the basics of his arm down. He held it in his hand and made sure, at least twice, that the safety was off. He touched his scar out of several emotions, none more than fear. However, beyond that menacing trepidation was a powerful need for vengeance. It felt both overwhelming and necessary.

Among the other soldiers, if he could call them that, Michael positioned himself near the only person he had spoken to. He had twelve shots to play with and another to replace the first should he run out. On the fringes of his mind, he realized he was still carrying his pickaxe. Should I run out of ammunition, I always have this to rely on.

He held tight to it as the rusted elevator hummed upward, creaking and scraping with age. Michael couldn't put his finger on why he had blindingly charged into the fray with this band of strangers. All he could imagine, all he could think it might be; was his torturous guilt over Courtney's death.

I couldn't show you in life, Courtney... The cancer that Galatec is. So maybe in death, if you're watching and not rotting in the ground... maybe you can see through my eyes, the evil thats in theirs.

Outwardly he heaved. Outwardly his muscles tensed and his palms became moist with sweat. On the inside, he felt how he looked on the out. Full of adrenaline.

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Jackson listened closely as the girls introduced themselves, recalling how great Galatec was to get them such a good job where they could stick together. Boy, Galatec was just great!

"Nice to meet you! I'm Jackson, and I'll be your driller for this evening," he chuckled, gesturing to the drill behind him. He took another bite of his sandwich, rubbing his hands on his pants as the musty air almost circled around him, drawn away from the dim lights and clinging to his clothes, though the man was completely oblivious to it. Such was the naivety of a brainwashed worker like him, looking at the aliens around him and seeing them as companions, rather than what would come to be his worst enemy.


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Age: 16

Gender: Female

Appearance: Is... something the matter?

Arcana: II Priestess

Personality: Kotori is, by any standard, a quiet girl. She rarely speaks if not spoken to directly - and even when she does, she only does so in a soft voice. She isn't one to put herself forward and, in fact, actually prefers to keep her distance from others, making her a rather timid person. She is, however, rather diligent; always doing her utmost at any given task. Given her weak constitution, she dislikes most physical activities and, in fact, often sits out during P.E. She also seems quite conscious of people's eyes on her and quickly feels uncomfortable when that is the case.

Given these traits, Kotori is not exactly the most sociable person - though that doesn't really seem to bother her. Most of her free time she spends studying or helping her mother around the family flowerstore in the Warakuma Shopping District.

Equipment/Skills:
Weapon - Japanese Umbrella: A bamboo-and-paper umbrella.
Armour - School Uniform: The standard female Warakuma Highschool Uniform.
Accessory - Small Locket: A small heart-shaped pendant worn around the neck; kept in a pocket while at school.
Skills - Does well in her studies. Knows a large number of flowers by name. Quite capable at Flower Arrangement. Is strongly near-sighted. Low stamina.

Background: Kotori is the only child of the Shirohane familiy, who have lived in Warakuma for generations and are known for their flower shop in the Warakuma Shopping District - the shop is on the ground floor while the family home is on the floor above. Unfortunately, Kotori's father - a kind man who was never seen without a smile on his face - passed away in a car accident three years ago, leaving her mother to look after both the store and the child. Fortunately, Kotori was by no means a troublemaker - though after her father's death, she did become a lot more quiet and reserved. Though saddened by her husband's passing, Kotori's mother remains a cheerful person at heart and does her best to keep both the store going and watch over her daughter.

Apart from these things, Kotori's childhood had few other noteable events. She hasn't joined any clubs at Warakuma Highschool or actually made any real friends due to her nature, never being one to draw much attention. Furthermore, she isn't much of an athlete; quickly getting out of breath and has sat out during P.E. a number of times due to this already - though she doesn't feel all too bothered by this.

Persona: Kikuri-Hime

Appearance: Kikuri-Hime

Abilities:
Dia - Light Single-Target HP Recovery
Patra - Cure Single-Target Fear/Rage/Confusion ailment
Zio - Light Single-Target Electricity Damage
Strong against Electricity
Weak against Physical

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Mirror World: Chapel of the Martyr - 22/7/2015 - Wednesday

Katsuro kept pace with the rest of the group, remaining completely silent as he took in the world around him. He had seen it before, and thought he had come to terms with it. He was half wrong, it still stunned him as he looked around, although he was able to compose himself in front of the others. When Rui had said that they were going back in, he had very nearly told him to fuck off.
A whole new world...they could learn so much from it. If only he could tell everyone about it...
That would be folly, of course. People would just exploit it. He would know that better than anyone. Idiot.
Katsuro shook his head, and looked around at the..church? Is that what it was? He had never been to one before, but all these strange symbols and pictures...it certainly looked like one, from what he had seen in books. What the hell was going on...

He was so occupied with what was going on around him, he fell behind slight and didnt hear the yelling straight away, but when he did, he almost tripped and fell, only managing to save himself at the last second. He ran to follow the others, reaching them to find...

 "What the hell..."

[Assistant]
Shizuka Otonashi || Seto: The First Step, Hyuga || July 22 WED

This was the third time Shizuka had entered the strange world unlike their own but no matter the number of trips she were to take, she figured it was something not easily adjustable to. Being on summer break, the maiden was dressed in one of her casual summer outfits, a simple, white summer dress with a baby blue ribbon around her waist matched with a pair of heeled sandals of similar shade as the ribbon.

Approaching the area with a seemingly deserted, traditional Japanese village which gave off a ghostly vibe about it, Shizuka gripped onto the metallic cosplay prop staff in anxiety. It seemed every time she was chosen as one of the party members, it just so happened that her party was to explore the unsettling areas. Was it a coincidence? Or were areas in the mirror dungeonsalways creepy?

Putting that thought aside, as Kami, their party leader, gave his order to his members, the younger teen hesitantly nodded in response. Searching alone in this sort of environment was not an option. Keeping that in mind while trying to be of help to the group, Shizuka kept in close distance to Sato, who was the most familiar to her among the group members, during the search. "I-It's awfully unsettling here, isn't it Hashimoto-senpai? Do you ever get used to this sort of dungeon environment?"

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Seto - Chapel of the Martyr
22/7/2015 - Wednesday@Takaru@I-Am-X@Vulkan@Letter Bee

"Wait!", as soon as he yelled the warning, Samuru was thrown back as a dark energy burst and rose from his shadowy self.

"I am the shadow, the true self", it spoke, the reverbating distortion in it's voice as it soon faded as the black energies enveloped it. Soon emerging from it, large wings and a devilish appearance, all while adorning parts of a priest's attire. Rui led his party to position themselves between Samuru and his shadow.

"We'll take care of this, just stay calm and stay put", he said, before turning back to the front.

"It looks mobile...", maybe even some magic. He looked around at his team, "Let's start with slowing it down then. Katsuro get on that. Akane and Kotori, standard. Megumi, run a scan on it", in short, what they always did, attack, and heal, respectively. Meanwhile Rui called forth Askr, pretty soon the whole party was enshrouded briefly by a green aura, signifying his use of Masukukaja.

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Seto - The First Step, Hyuga
22/7/2015 - Wednesday@Sen@Amaterasu@Reaper@Haru Nyan

As the party walked towards the village while chatting, Kami looked to the air upon hearing the cry of a hawk. Eventually Zeke would start circling the village and they soon found out why. As they reached what would be the village square they witnessed what looked like a pillar of mirror shards. As Kami stepped closer to it he could see glimpses of Warakuma, however there was a lot of farmland in all these glimpses, he only recognized it as Warakuma due to some old yet familiar locations.

"What is this...?", he pondered.

Ayano as the team's navigator is detecting a great source of power from it. However as soon as Kami took even a single step, away or towards it, it began to pulse, the floating and slowly hovering mirror shards began to speed up, swirling and spiraling until it began to form something, like a puzzle, except for a statue. As everyone backed away and positioned themselves, they beheld what appears to be the spitting image of an Oni, not some strange being like a shadow, this was... Strange, but it bellowed before raising it's spear, ready to attack.

"Alright... Shizuka, get the buffs, Sato hit it with magic, me and Jun will keep it busy", he ordered, summoning Zeus and starting the line of buffs with Marakukaja, before getting in there himself.

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Kotori Shirohane - Seto: Chapel of the Martyr | Wednesday

Too late to stop the transformation, the group could do little more than watch as the shadows from every corner and crevice of the chapel seemed to darken before being drawn into the golden-eyed boy being charged by his other self - who was almost immediately flung back as the Shadow called out its nature. The darkness gathered around it, forming a pitch-black shell which, just moments later, was pierced by a red claw of sorts. Tearing its way out of the by now fading darkness surrounding it, the Shadow revealed itself in its transformed state - a red-skinned demon, clad in a rather odd-looking set of clothes. Horns sprouted in between its blond mane, claws formed where feet should be and from its back grew a set of leathery wings and boney arms ending in yet more wicked claws. A tail uncoiled itself out from beind the shadow, the pointed tip swishing through the air even as the Shadow's golden eyes locked onto the group.

Even having seen multiple such transformations up close before, Kotori still couldn't help but feel unsettled at this sight - to know that such a twisted creature seemed to lurk inside everyone served as a reminder that the same had been true of herself. But luckily, thanks to the efforts of her now fellow group members, she instead had Kikuri-Hime at her side - and together, they could help others in the same way. Rui, meanwhile, showed no such brief hesitations - instead, he was quick to order the group in between the shadow and its progenitor; leaving it little choice but to engage them if it wanted to get at its real target. As Rui and Akane took up the front line, much as usual, he gave out immediate orders - though knowing nothing of this Shadow's capabilities, there was little else to do but attempt the usual method of engagement.

Kotori gave a quick nod in agreement. Taking a deep breath to calm herself, she kept her eyes on the Shadow even as Rui's Askr cast a spell upon the party. She could feel herself become lighter on her feet, every movement seemingly easier than just a moment ago - this would make both evading enemy attacks and landing one's own a little bit easier. Megumi was quick to respond to the request for a scan - likely having already begun even before Rui asked this of her - whilst Akane seemed only to pleased to have an opportunity to take down yet another large Shadow in order to rescue someone from their inner demons - literally. As Katsuro's persona, Giley Corey, was more adept at magical combat than up front fighting, he too took up position behind the other two in order to take the fight to the Shadow.

This left Kotori to find herself once more behind Rui and Akane as they would lead the attack. With so little yet known about this Shadow, she opted to stay put for the moment; prepared to cast a healing spell at a moment's notice rather than risk springing some unknown trap by going for a first strike and calling a lightning bolt down. As such, she closely watched any move the Shadow may make - whilst also being sure to keep an eye on the other three members of the group in case they needed healing.


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BASIC
Goes By (Nicknames): None currently available.
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Race: Human

APPEARANCE

Face Claim (Actor/Actress They're Played By): TBA / I've yet to find an actor for this character.
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Blue
Skin Tone: Slightly pale.
Height: 6'2
Weight: 170lbs
Build: Lithe, somewhat muscular.
Weapons: Twin swords, multiple daggers and knives hidden on him.

Overall Appearance:

Dark features, Visible, jagged scar that runs down his right eye. Various scars are hidden underneath his clothing.

Ghent is often clad in black or dark grays.
Most of his clothes are made from black leather; his cloak has a hood and a mask to cover the lower half of his face if needed. He has various weaponry concealed; he often wears fingerless gloves, laced up bracers, and boots.

PERSONALITY

Likes: Gold.
Dislikes: Talking, poverty, people in general.
Strengths: Picking locks, leadership, agility.
Weaknesses: Stubbornness, Greed.
Fears: Loss, failure.

Overall Personality:

Stubborn | Calculating | Complicated | Quiet | Incredulous | Shrewd

Ghent's family was very often poor and lived in a lower part of a small, poverty-stricken town. His mother passed away shortly after giving birth to her second son, Garth. Ghent was ten years in age when she passed.

Ghent's father turned to drinking heavily and he came to blame his children for the loss of his wife. Fearing for Garth, Ghent took matters into his own hands; at the age of thirteen, he took his younger brother and left home, never once looking back.

Life on the road was not an easy one, but Ghent was determined to tough it out so that they would not have to return to their father. At first, Ghent began with petty theft; he stole what was needed in order to keep them alive, they took shelter where they could and lied whenever questioned. As the years went on, they moved up in the world. After years of practice, Ghent became a highly skilled thief. This was the start of a life he would live well past his teenage years.

* * *

Ghent has an eerie calmness about him and his emotions are seldom ever shown. Because of this, he is very difficult to read -- almost impossibly so. Ghent handles matters in a diplomatic way and doesn't often resort to violence unless necessary. For the most part, he is quiet and reserved, therefore much of his past is unknown.

Deep down, Ghent does have a heart, though he does his best not to show it. He'd be the last to admit it, but he has a soft spot for those in need.

BACKGROUND

Date of Birth: ? Have to calculate that. ,_,
Place of Birth: Outskirts of Laketown. Not quite within the town, though close.

Family Relations:

- Garth (younger brother)
- Lydia (Mother; deceased)
- Vincent (Father)
- Kaiden (cousin)

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The walk was long, but she didn't complain. Saeril's biology was beyond that of humans and dwarves, so moving by foot was no problem. Not a single ache came for her feet, but she was pretty certain that the ponies can't walk forever, which also became one of the reasons they had to stop and camp for the following night. That night, Saeril let her cloak transform into her feathered wings, tucked in behind her as she sat with her godsons near the fire. Only being dressed in her black, tight, catsuit-like outfit with feathers embedded in the fabric, Saeril wasn't cold, and she certainly wasn't tired; not with her godsons still awake; she could stay awake for the longest of periods.

Saeril was enjoying the company of her new family, and she certainly felt herself grow close to the young heir. She hoped that Fili didn't mind, but of course, the she-elf will accept them both, and she would have to. Good laughs they had, good stories to tell. It was purely familial. Saeril was about to reach behind her waist for one of her curved blades to sharpen it, but froze once a loud shriek sounded in the distance. It can't be, can it?

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Bilbo should have counted himself fortunate that there had been an extra pony for him. The company had traveled long and far, with little to no breaks in-between. When it was announced by Thorin that they would stop for the night, he breathed a sigh of relief. After they'd eaten, everyone turned in for the night, but he could not sleep. Life on the road was so unlike what he was used to, and he found himself visiting his pony as a result of insomnia. "Hello, girl. That's a good girl." Bilbo offered her an apple, then pet a hand through her chestnut mane. "It's our little secret, Myrtle; you must tell no one."

Kili was wide awake as well, and he was enjoying the company of both his brother and Saeril. The fire kept them comfortably warm, and he took notice of their burglar in the distance. "Suppose he'll want to keep her, once the journey is done," he remarked with some amusement, but then some terrible, unearthly shrieks could be heard from parts unknown.

Bilbo nearly jumped out of his skin, and he looked back to see if the others had heard it too. "What was that?!" So terrified was he that he abandoned Myrtle to regroup with the others, his eyes wide with fear.

Kili was frightened himself, though seeing Bilbo so pale brought out his mischievous side. This was also an opportunity to bring some amusement to his godmother and Fili; he had the tendency to show off when he could. "Orcs," he answered lowly, and that one word was enough to wake Thorin, who had been dozing on the opposite side of the camp.

Bilbo ran a hand through his curly hair, frazzled as ever. "Orcs?" For the hundredth time that day, he regretted his choice to come. The creatures sounded positively awful; he did not wish to witness what came along with the scream.

"They strike in the wee small hours, when everyone's asleep." Kili was fighting to keep a straight face; he knew this was a bit cruel, but Bilbo was such an easy target. "Quick and quiet; no screams, just lots of blood." Once Bilbo's back was to them, he lost the mask of graveness and instead laughed with his brother.

Thorin approached the four, his disgust evident. "You think that's funny? You think a night raid by orcs is a joke?"

Kili looked to his uncle with a bit of surprise; he hadn't known him to be listening. "We didn't mean anything by it," he protested quietly, his heart sinking. Losing Thorin's approval was a terrible feeling; one he'd felt more and more as of late. Why could he not seem to impress him?

"No, you didn't." Thorin turned his back on them, then moved to overlook the valley below. "You know nothing of the world."

Kili fell quiet after that, for he had no way to defend himself nor to argue. It was true, after all. He knew nothing, and he'd only succeeded in showing how young and naive he really was. To hear his uncle so obviously disgusted was crushing, and he dropped his gaze, too embarrassed to look at his godmother or Fili right now. No matter how hard he tried, he never seemed to gain Thorin's approval, and it was a constant source of low self-esteem. Thorin's words were often taken to heart. Perhaps too much.

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"Throat cutters", Fili confirmed from next to his baby brother, taking his smoking pipe out of his mouth as he spoke. He knew where his brother was getting at, and it amused him to how much he liked to play around. The eldest was just an accomplice, and he was often prompted by Kili to take part in his ventures within the Blue Mountains. Not that he agreed with them, but he just simply just can't refuse. "They'll be dozens of them out there", he only did this, just to stay on his side of the game.

Admittedly, Saeril wasn't at all impressed, and it was apparent to the dissaproving look coming upon her Elven features. She was looking at the young dwarrows before her, and eyes expressed a piercing gaze that can only summon intimidation to those before her. Her face was still soft, not completely dark.

"If you're thinking on amusing me, it's not working", the she-elf informed the youngest. However, her facials softened when she heard Thorin approach them with spite in his voice towards his nephews. Saeril turned her head towards his direction, her straight, ashy-brown hair following her movements.

She couldn't believe what she saw; it wasn't what she expected either. She knew that teasing Bilbo wasn't funny, but with a family telling you that you know nothing about the world you live in, it was a bit overly harsh. It was true that Kili was both childishly young and naive, but to lower his self-esteem by said-comments weren't acceptable. Especially if you are an heir. Seeing that the youngest was the one being mostly affected, the female gently placed a comforting hand on Kili's arm, soothing him.

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Not only had Kili angered Thorin, but he feared that he may have disappointed his godmother as well. The youngest heir hadn't meant to be cruel; he'd only wished to have some fun, and that had proven a mistake. He knew of orcs, yes, but he'd yet to see one. To joke about them hadn't bothered his conscious any, and to make matters worse, he'd gotten Fili in trouble, too. Why couldn't he keep his mouth shut?

Inwardly, he chastised himself. Thorin would never see potential in him if he acted as a child would. If only he had a way to prove himself useful to their group; perhaps then they would see him in a new light. Kili never felt inadequate around Fili, his brother was often very supportive, but their uncle was another story. What he failed to realize was that Thorin did care about them, but he didn't often show it as much as he should have.

Caught up in his own thoughts, Kili stared intently into the fire, determined not to make the same mistake twice. When he felt a hand make contact with his arm, he looked to Saeril with some reluctance, as if he expected her to scold him too. When he saw her expression, he was relieved to find that she did not seem angry.

Balin had overheard the entire exchange, and he knew Thorin's words had been harsh, though they came from a source of pain. "Don't mind him, laddie. Thorin has more cause than most to hate orcs." The white haired dwarf looked towards their leader, and he could not help but pity him. Thorin had lost much that day -- his grandfather, and his brother, years younger than Kili was now. "After the dragon took the Lonely Mountain, King Thror tried to reclaim the ancient dwarf kingdom of Moria. But our enemy had got there first."

Bilbo listened intently as Balin told the story regarding the Battle of Azanulbizar; never in his life had he heard a tale of such a war, and it amazed him, yet made him realize how very fortunate he was to have lived his days safe in The Shire.

Kili listened too, and he now understood more from his uncle's point of view. Thorin had fought the orcs; they had lost many dwarves due to them, and for him to joke about such a thing had been insensitive. While Kili felt badly, he was also amazed by Thorin's bravery and skill in combat. Even without a weapon, Thorin had prevailed, just long enough to defeat the pale orc.

"But the pale orc? What happened to him?" Bilbo found it within himself to speak up, albeit meekly. The rest of the group was awake by now, for they had overheard the story, and it was not one to be missed.

Thorin turned away from the clearing, his mind in a dark place. "He slunk back into the hole whence he came. That filth died of his wounds long ago." The words were bitter, and he brushed past the hobbit in order to return to his place of sleep. The day had been a long one, and he wished not to speak on past battles any further. "Get some sleep. All of you. There are few hours from now till dawn."

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"The giant Gundabad orc had sworn to wipe out the line of Durin. He began by beheading the king. Thrain, Thorin's father, was driven mad by grief, he went missing, taken prisoner or killed, we did not know. We were leaderless. Defeat and death were upon us. That is when I saw him. A young dwarf prince facing down the Pale Orc.He stood alone against this terrible foe. His armor rent, wielding nothing but an oaken branch as a shield. Azog the Defiler learned that day, that the line of Durin would not be so easily broken. Our forces rallied, and drove the orcs back. Our enemy had been defeated, but there was no feast, nor song that night for our dead were beyond the count of grief. We few, had survived."

Saeril has heard the story many times during her time in Gandalf's care, and the more she listened to the past, the more it began to catch up with her, and it was expressed with a twitch on her lips a little bit, just until the tale began to leave her ears. She knew what happened; she was there, and she herself sent the defiling Orc there. What was there to say now? "I was there", she spoke up in a soft voice.

"Azog was fierce. Sadistic and vicious of any creature I have ever seen", the she-elf began. "I witnessed his strike upon the king, and if Thorin hadn't tried, you all would not be here now. His victory gave him greatness, but it left a stone heart inside", she concluded before sheathing out one of her curves daggers from the back of her waist, examining the metal upon the blade with a grim expression.

[Assistant]
"You were there?" Kili was astonished -- he could not find it within himself to envision his godmother on the battlefield. She was no doubt capable of handling herself, but the image remained difficult nonetheless. "Were you fighting too?" This was the side of her that he had not yet seen, and he showed great interest in hearing her version of the story.

As Thorin had told everyone to get some sleep, Kili inwardly sighed, though he did move to lie down in order to follow orders. "Thorin never mentioned you being there -- how did you find it? The battle, I mean. Did you come to help?" As best he could, he kept his voice down, but he did not believe it possible to sleep until he heard the story in its entirety.


[System]
Alias
Sparks

Age
24

Gender
Female

Sexuality
Lesbian

Personality
She considers herself rather boring. Sarah is really just a huge nerd, when she's not superheroing she's playing video games at home or with some of the few friends she managed to gather over the years. Sarah's the type of person who doesn't believe much of herself, but refuses to stand by and let other people feel the same. Which is probably why she picked up the hero gig. Her temper flares fairly easily when people try to kick her or others down, especially when it's for reasons that don't actually matter in the end. Rich snobby ladies and things like that looking down on people for being less better off. Sarah is quick to fight and defend but she doesn't really see herself as some kind of hero.

Not the type of person to back down, she can be immensely stubborn and is willing to do anything to succeed at whatever it is that's caught her attention.

She struggles with being vulnerable with others, opening herself emotionally is a weakpoint for her. She can show compassion and kindness but letting others do the same for her creates a instant defensive response.

Appearance

Casually she's always wearing the beanie and her glasses.

Her superhero outfit has her clad in a series of black, red, and yellow colors. She has a red leather jacket with a yellow trimming that followed the hem of her jacket, from the entire collar, down along the zippers and around to the bottom of the coat to meet fully in the back in a thick bold band and then bright yellow bands around her wrists over a plain white shirt. Attached to the jacket is a red hood and a yellow mask covering her eyes and passing her nose, covering her cheekbones entirely. She finally ended the ensemble with simple black leather pants and black combat boots.

Powers
* Can manipulate electricity
* Can generate and absorb electricity into her own body
* Can disappear and travel through anything connected to electricity
* Can absorb electricity to stimulate healing
* Can move manipulate electronically connected objects/magnetic objects

Bio
An orphan since she was a baby left at a hospital she spent some time between group homes and foster care. The young blonde girl ended up bouncing around a lot between various homes and "families", never staying in one place too long especially after her powers started manifesting. Accidentally shocking her foster siblings and parents there was no one who wanted to keep a kid with a temper who had inexplicable habit of being able to cause problems for those around her. But she always found a love for gaming in the few houses and arcades she could find as she moved through the system.

In her teens she started working to actually learn how to use her powers, rather than letting flares of anger control them. If only to give her something to stay out of whatever house she was in at the time. The hours of work paid off and she could do all sorts of things before too terribly long.

Eventually she aged out of the system and got herself a job, first waitressing while taking classes for computer engineering. This landed her a job in an office as a IT person for a local media giant. The job fit in rather well with her other job, vigilante-ism. She took on the name Sparks and tackled crime everywhere she went. Using her position at the media company she was able to keep track and pick up on local crimes right from her job and at home, being connected to the system from home to pick up on any faults in the building from home as well.

Theme Song

[User]
Sarah stared at the radio in silence, she had woken up to the alarm and the soothing voice of the morning radio host blaring through her small room alongside the loud obnoxious beeping of the alarm. And what she heard as she pulled herself from her half-awake doze was troubling. Normally she only listened for a few minutes before going on with her morning....

This morning she quickly flicked it off and turned on the radio in her main living space. It was 5:30 am and the..sun was late?

Unable to completely comprehend what she was hearing, the young woman quickly scrambled to put together some coffee. Her ears strained to pick up more information, trying to understand completely what was being said as her coffee brewed. The sun was missing. A peering look out of her slightly dirty windows told her that. It was late this morning.

People couldn't leave town. That was troubling as well.

Drinking her coffee and trying to remain calm, she listened to the radio. Listened to the slow advance of news that told her more and more...and left her with more questions than answers. She grabbed her phone and called Sakura, her best friend and the only one who knew…

Well...everything.

For Sarah wasn't just Sarah Quick, IT technician to Kingsport Media and News (KMN). She was also Sparks. Superheroine with the power to control and manipulate electricity.

"Sakura I swear to god. Pick up." Sarah hissed as the ringing drew on more than twice. Eventually Sakura answered and between the two of them they worked out what their next step should be. The debated between listening to the news. No one could leave the city. Everyone was turning right back around somehow. And no sun? And then the coma patients waking up.

The churned out one idea after another, who could be behind this. Why it's happening and they found nothing worth noting.

Eventually it was decided, the city needed Sparks right now, a somewhat familiar face hopefully on the streets will ease some hearts and minds as she went looking for answers.

Draining the last of her coffee, she heard that final question. "I'm hoping to find out." Sarah said to no one and everyone all at once, before disappearing in a bright flash of lightening and electric energy into the outlet. She'd start with the cops.

Whether they liked her or not, they could use all the help they could get at this point.

[Assistant]
"Hm. No sun..? That's weird." Adelaide thought, extinguishing the small flame in her hands. Her cat Sammy jumped onto the couch, meowing a few times to show that he was hungry. "Yeah, yeah, I know. One sec."

After giving Sammy a bowl of food, she sat back down on her couch. "Wait. The... people in a coma are awake? Damn, I kind of wished that Jakob would die. He's such an asshole." The radio went silent again, until that annoying news guy came back, this time with news about the Meridian county police cars or whatever.

She felt oddly calm about all this.

"Hm.. the police will probably take care of this. Or some of those 'superheroes' people like to talk about."

Adelaide stood up from the couch, and went into her room. It wasn't anything fancy, she mostly just slept on the couch anyways. She went to her closet, taking out a dark green tank top and shorts.

[User]
"Five more minutes, please," grumbled Accalia, even though there was no one to hear her. Her ringtone was playing, and it wasn't very loud, but she had one sensitive pair of ears––which made that, and the accompanied incessant buzzing of the phone on the nightstand that much more annoying. Eventually it stopped.

Then it started again. She answered with her mouth curled into the slightest of snarls, a fang sticking out onto her lower lip. "Yes, what, hello? What time is it?"

"It's seven in the morning!" answered her mother.

Incredulous, Accalia looked out the window––not that she needed to. It was utterly dark out, which must have been why she hadn't woken up at her usual time. "Stop playing with me," she grumbled, rubbing her eyes.

"Look at your phone. Look at the time."

She did, and for a minute she didn't say anything. It was too early for this. "Okay, what's going on?"

"Turn on the radio. It seems like, um, the sun is missing. No one can get out of Kingsport and people in comas are waking up!"

Accalia turned on the radio with her free hand and listened. "What in the fresh Hell?"

"You have to go out there and help them, you have to do something."

"Mom I thought you hated my, er, lifestyle. Plus, what am I supposed to do?"

"Get out there right now, young lady!"

Accalia yawned loudly and nodded, even though there was no way that her mother could see it. "Okay, okay, I'm on it, I'm getting out there. Love you."

"Love you." Click.

Well, that was possibly the most unusual thing that Accalia had ever woken up to. She rolled out of bed with a low noise that sounded like, but wasn't quite, a growl, and got dressed in her superhero getup. Much too early for all of this. She ate a hasty breakfast consisting mostly of lunchmeat (she'd make up for all the calories transforming took later) before she turned into her lupine form: a large, bristling black wolf, and exited through the doggy door installed in the back door.

After trooping through several backyards and the somewhat scenic surroundings of a biking trail, She-Wolf emerged onto the street with a determined trot. She didn't actually know whether it would do any good to talk to anyone about this whole issue, least of all the police, toward whom she had mixed feelings. Contemplating this, she shifted back to her human shape, standing on a sidewalk. Her transformation had startled an already panicked passer-by, who she just waved at.

[Assistant]
`Well, listeners, Clara made it back safely. A round of applause for her, coming back alright. So far, we haven't received any calls of injuries or car accidents. I'm also glad to report there has been no news of riots. Way to go, Kingsport! Staying calm in the face of absurdity and adversity is a powerful trait to have. That said... while I agree with Meridian County police to stay indoors until we have more information, it seems so... odd, seeing our beloved city look so empty from the drone's camera. There are gatherings of cars, of course - it looks like some people are currently taking refuge in Kingsport's library, Pottsmouth's Coffeehouse, even a 7-11. I do hope they're all safe.`

But not really. After all, if we're all trapped here, fewer people is better, wouldn't you agree?
The voice cackled and fizzed from the radio's speaker, but sounded nothing like the announcer as its bouncy and carefree tone let the question drift through Adelaide's living room.
-kzzzt-

Officer Barnabe had the night shift for patrolling Kingsport. It was tough dealing with the superpowered criminals who seemed insistent that Kingsport was theirs to command through right of power; a little worse dealing with the inflated and wounded egos that were bound to show up afterwards. He'd been putting up with it for almost twenty years. At least this most recent generation seemed a little more toned down. Of course, maybe this would change all that.

His night shift became a double shift as the news rolled in and, rather than bring out even more people, Chief Pierce thought it safer to just keep everyone on duty, and stay by the station unless someone called for help. The fewer people on the streets, the less damage could be done until this event could be understood. Hopefully, even the supervillains might realize going out could endanger them as well.

And what was Officer Barnabe doing out in such worrying conditions?

Smoking a cigarette.

Goddammit, he needed his nicotine. Besides, as he reasoned with Chief Pierce, the radio host Gaulton had put the plea out for the superheroes to help. Might as well make sure they knew the station was in fact open.

[User]
After changing into her outfit, Adelaide heard this.. voice. From the radio? No.. that didn't sound like the news guy.

"Hello?" She asked, looking around the room. No one was there, so.. how?

A few minutes passed, and after hearing nothing new, she couldn't help but agree with the voice "Maybe.. maybe it's right." Sammy started meowing, making her realize what she was doing. "Oh, right. I need to get more cat food." She thought, then grabbed Sam's little cat-carrier, placing the cat in it and going outside.

"Yep, still pitch black." She mumbled, walking down the sidewalk and into the nearest store. She used the flashlight on her phone to see through the darkness. "Wow... can't even see the stars. I actually kind of liked looking at them."

They reached a CVS which was just a few blocks away from her house. It looked open, so she went inside.

Inside, the whole building seemed empty except for a cashier at the front desk. She nodded her head at him in greeting, then went to find the cat food.

 After Returning Home

Angrily, Adelaide turned off the radio. "Sam, you idiot, go poop in the litter box next time!" She yelled after finding cat poop in the cat-carrier.

[Assistant]
Sarah darted her way through the wires and power lines leading through the city, everyone connected to the same grid. She had full access to the city, able to get from one side to the other in minutes. Sure enough, she dropped right in front of the officer smoking outside within a couple minutes. Her travel through the power lines given her more than enough time to swap her street clothes for the outfit for Sparks.

She stood up and smiled easily, just a touch cocky. Always make an entrance. Superheroes are supposed to be larger than life. She heard Sakura's voice ringing in her head. The sarcastic tones ringing true.

Well sarcasm or no, she was right.

"Looks like you guys need a hand." The crackling electricity in her voice disguising it easily, she even let some buzzing electricity linger and jump off her shoulders.

This was ridiculous but it helped make people feel safe. So it was worth it in the end.


[System]
Age
19
Gender
Boy
Godly parent
Boreas
Brief description of godly parent
Greek god of the north wind
Appearance

Skills/Powers/Weapons
Can control a cool wind that can vary between 55 to -30 degrees in temperature (allows him to fly or freeze things), impossible for him to freeze to death.
Strengths/Weaknesses
Flight, cyromancy and hypothermic invulnerability are his strengths.
Extreme susceptibility to hyperthermia (heat exhaustion), anything over 85 degrees will cause him to faint and go into shock.
Other

[User] "You have a point." She said in a dejected tone, only to perk up a moment later. "Hey, I got an idea - we could see if one of them will let us -rent- an Apache!"

[Assistant] "I highly doubt they would allow that, given that the PMC would take the blame for any attacks made with it. To put it mildly the very idea would make their legal departments shit themselves." He replied, moving to one of the unoccupied ranges and aiming his weapon.

[User]
Riley
 He stepped from his cabin, an icy wind blowing through the camp as he did, cool air hitting warm, and a bit of a fog began billowing from his room before the door shut, sealing the sub-temperature cabin. As he walked, patches of ice would form and slowly melt as his feet left the ground, and a cloud of cold air surrounded him and anyone in a ten foot radius could feel it. As he exhaled, a cloud of vapor fell from his lips, as was costume to his breathing. He continued to walk, making eye contact with any who dared look him in the eyes, as in elder camp member, he had developed intense capability over his powers, including the ability to make frozen projectiles for long range attacking, and icy sickles for more personal combat. He had been raised in the camp, and knew of no life separate from his loyalty to the camp, and while others often disagreed with his methods, he was respected for his dedication to the camps survival.

 Having overheard the arguments over war methods, he had taken it upon himself to make his presence known, and offer his well weighted opinion into the mix. As the arguments became heated, then subsided, he chuckled softly to himself, before a small icy spike flew at incredible velocity between Ephraim's arms, slicing the string of his bow clean in half, if his actions did not make his thoughts on the matter clear, his words soon would.

 "Wood splits, cracks, freezes over and becomes useless, the same as swords and shields. A rifle may survive for a few decades, but will eventual be deemed useless, especially in the arms of someone lacking proficiency with a firearm, such as myself. Perhaps an acknowledgment that the modern, and even the less modern have their flaws, but name me a flaw in power so raw and ancient it has made beings of immortality unstoppable. Name me a weakness in weapons conjured from the capabilities woven deep into your own soul, something that will last until your own defeat."

 He asked calmly, his hands forming a sickle in the right, and a floating spike in the left, gesturing with them to further his point.

@Corsair

[Assistant]
"...Damn. As usual, thwarted by lawyers." She thumped her fist into her open palm. "That reminds me, we need to see if it's possible to file a restraining order against the Gods. At any rate, we can still see about purchasing some guns and ammo. I know a guy who knows a guy."

She looked at the guy throwing shards of ice around, then looked over at Ephraim. "Huh. Good job, you made me look polite by comparison."

[User]
Adrian couldn't help but chuckle as he lazily meandered on by the shooting range. Looked like target practice was subsiding for the day, and considering the familiar sounds of an argument, he could understand why. He didn't even have to see faces to know Victoria and Ephraim were butting heads. And even after the riveting conversation ended, and Nycteris took off for the woods, the air was still just ever so tense. Or maybe Adrian was confusing "tense" with "steadily dropping". He only realized he was mixing up words once Riley made his way towards the targets.

"Ugh, should've put on thicker shorts this morning." He thought, his bare legs receiving the brunt of the icy wind. Once Adrian reached Victoria and Johnny, Riley said some words that Adrian couldn't help but agree with. "Gotta side with Frosty on this one. I'll probably never be good with a bow, but I know I can hit someone with a fireball. With the same speed and strength of an arrow." Another gust of the cold front passed by, and sent a noticeable shiver down his spine. "...Though, it would be cool if we were working with something a little warmer." He mumbled a little softer, blowing a spew of flame into his cupped hands to warm them.

"Vicky, Johnny." He brightly greeted the two. "Are you guys playing nice this morning?" He asked the way a doting mother asks her children. He may've shared Victoria's opinion on the gods and how not to worship them, he just didn't see himself being as...militant as she was. "Militant? Is that the word i'm looking for...? Driven. Driven sounds better."

[Assistant] Ephraim flat-out growled. "Do you have any consideration for other people's belongings? This doesn't belong to the Refuge, you know. This is mine." He brought the now-useless bow to the table, removing the string as quickly as possible. "And unlike you two, Riley, Johnny, I have no flashy powers. I'm a warrior, plain and simple. You want a power battle? Go talk to Nycteris. You want a mental battle? Find one of Loki's kids. You want a duel of honor? Challenge me." With one last annoyed look, he turned his back to the other people, focusing on replacing the string of his bow. Unlike the weapons the kids had been using, his was a masterfully crafted recurve bow with a 100 lb. draw weight. Only a few could use it, not that Ephraim would ever let anyone else handle it. It was his, and his alone.

[User] "I may not agree with Ephraim's methods, but these kids do need to learn how to handle weapons. We've got kids here whose powers are limited to being able to breathe underwater and talk to birds." She grabbed her duffel and set it on a table, reaching inside to pull out a box of rounds to slide into her stripper clips. "And if you want to make a point, make it with words. We've all got enough problems without trying to kill each other." Tempting as it sounded at times, she thought to herself. "Hell's bells, we have the kings of three Pantheons coming to slaughter us. If you want to argue, maybe argue about ways to make it less likely we all die."

[Assistant]
Unnoticed by everyone, Rayon's attention was fully on the group as they argued. His eyes were transfixed on their weaponry, their abilities, and he began wondering if any of them could teach him. They all looked so cool! He wondered if he looked as cool while he was flying, or maybe when he shot out his laser beams. In any case . . .

"Hey, hey guys can you teach me how to use a bow! or a gun! or that ice thing!" he suddenly shouted excitedly. "Those weapons looks awesome! I wonder if I can get my own?"

While he was shouting and waving his arms expectantly in between Ephraim and Victoria, he'd forgotten one thing: currently, he was invisible. Among all his divine abilities, invisibility was the one power that kept acting up. Unless he was using another power, he would suddenly and randomly turn invisible, sometimes it even happened while he slept, resulting in people jumping on him sometimes. Invisibility was both the blessing and curse of Medjed, the most obscure of the Egyptian gods; unlike Rayon, however, Medjed knew how to use that obscurity to his advantage. Rayon couldn't do much but whine about it.

Of course, in his excitement, he had no idea he was invisible right now, so the most anyone could tell he was there was a disembodied voice right in front of Victoria.

[User]
Riley
 Shaking his head slowly, he snapped his fingers and the cold air dropped like a weight, a layer of ice forming on the ground then quickly dissipating. The lack of trust in the camper's abilities hurt him, on a personal level. Had his trainer held the same view that these two had, his only skill would be wielding a knife and having cold skin. He would have died several times over had it not been for his extensive practice and exercise of his magic. What they failed to understand is that magic was like a muscle, and the more you used it the stronger it became. He wasn't born with the ability to freeze lakes and drop the temperature up to a mile away, he had worked for it, hard.
"If we follow either of you, we will be lead into nothing but weakness and defeat. There is a reason our ancestors were worshiped, and it wasn't because they used weapons of men."

 Hearing the disembodied voice he automatically moved into his fight stance, a spike of ice forming in each hand, preparing to strike at whatever needed. With a flick of his wrist, a cloud of sub-zero air burst out from around him, creating a dense fog that revealed the shape of Rayon's invisible body.
"State your intentions or face execution!"
 He demanded in an authoritative, but collected tone.

[Assistant] "You're right, Thor used no hammer, Susanoo didn't have a sword, and no war god ever touched a weapon of man. Truly it is purely for their use of magic that all gods were worshiped. No god was ever worshiped for martial or tactical prowess." He responded with a slight grin to Riley. Chuckling afterwards at the argument that had been indirectly put forth. After he laughed he fired off a quick burst from the G36, the rounds grouping slightly off of center as he then used that to readjust his sights.

[User] "Would you stop trying to be intimidating, kid? You look like you're going to run home crying and post on tumblr about how we were all mean to you. Put the damn ice away, you melodramatic skidmark, it's Invisible Kid."

[Assistant]
A weapon "of yew or boxwood", a draw weight significantly greater than that of the modern longbow. Monstrously huge, its length of seventy inches surpassing even his own height. Had he been any other child of the current age, he knew, whose stamina and strength were not equally as terrifying, then he would never have been able to draw back the hemp string. It was truly remarkable, knowing that the medieval archers had deformed their very skeletons in order to hone their mastery of the bow. Humbling too, for one who lived in modern times.

Rhodri drew back the string of his Welsh longbow as far as he could, the ease of which he did so almost ridiculous. The strength afforded to him by his mother Rhiannon was a blessing in situations like these, for the struggles that had plagued his ancestors would never afflict him. Had they possessed his divine strength, then there would have likely been far more dead Frenchmen at Agincourt.

Hold still.

Aim.

Fire.

The arrow flew, quietly whistling through the air before it slammed into the target. Not a bullseye, but it wasn't that bad of a shot. For someone whose archery history had really consisted of whatever opportunities had been provided to him on camps, at least.

He placed the bow back on the ground and stretched out his arms. The Briton wasn't really welcoming the need for daily practice. He understood perfectly why they needed to do so, but it would be a chore. Still, no point in grumbling over spilt milk.

"Wonder what they're talking about?" mused Rhodri quietly to himself, allowing his eyes to lazily wander over to the group of firearm users on the other end of the range.

[User]
Rayon yelped in surprise as the temperature suddenly dropped around him, and Riley gripped threatening spikes of ice while facing him. Not understanding why he was reacting that way, Rayon panicked and his invisibility instinctively dropped, only for it to be replaced with another ability, one most suited for fleeing: Flight.

The boy shot up near eight meters into the air, flailing his limbs like a headless chicken as he did so. "Don't hurt me don't hurt don't hurt me!" he squawked, literally hanging in the air while curling into a defensive ball. "I was just curious, that's all!"

[Assistant]
This bow did not feel right to Alva. It was a simple bow, clearly not made by any competent craftsman. She missed her own bow from back home, but she had not exactly had the opportunity to take much with her. Soon, one of these days, she would have to make her own. She had scouted out some trees in the surrounding forest. Their wood would do well for the purpose.
Although this bow was not ideal, it was alright - Alva still managed to center most of her shots. She drew back the string once more. Steady breath, steady hand. Aim. Breathe. Release.

The arrow cut through the air, landing a few inches left of center. Arrows were beginning to become clustered. She repeated what to her was almost ritualistic - draw, breathe, aim, breathe, release. With a soft thunk the arrow planted itself into the target. Although she knew around her there was arguing and dissent, Alva remained focused. She could intervene, but she was too far into this almost meditative state to break out of her concentration.

Draw, breathe, aim, breathe, release.
Thunk.

[User]
Riley
 He chuckled softly, shaking his head as he lowered his position and the ice and fog dissipated. He liked this boy, he was respectful, and pure of heart, which isn't something that could be said about most members of the camp. It was clear that this boy would one day surpass him in power, and he wanted to be there the day that he did. He respected people of power, they had better charisma, and attitude than people who relied on human weapons. He believed most weapon users to be jealous of the power magic users could wield, they could never be disarmed or have their weapons damaged.

 A gust of wind surrounded him and he flew up slowly, directly next to the scared young man, and offered cool hand to shake.
"I did not mean to frighten or threaten you friend, you merely startled me."
 He said with a soft smile, his hair flipping around in the wind.