[System]
Alias: Traveler

Age: 22

Alignment: Epic Hero

Gender: Female

Powers: Can create doorways that people and objects can pass through. She has a Clairvoyant ability so that she can see where the doorway will lead to. Doorways stay active until she consciously closes them, or her powers fail, whichever comes first.

She can switch any two objects, similar to teleportation. The larger the difference in Mass, and the further apart they are, the longer it takes to switch the objects. Include living beings.

As with most all Epics, has slightly increased endurance and reflexes compared to Normies.

Weakness: Excessive heights (anything above 3 stories, above or below from ground level). Top of buildings, etc etc. Not only does this negate her abilities, it's a natural fear for her. So it strikes her dumb with fear on top of that.

Limitation: Deaf. Can read lips, however.

Appearance: Alex has shoulder length straight honey blond hair that she's proud of. Ice blue eyes stand out from her face. She stands at 5'6", but (like most Epics) is of a solid build.

Alex walks around in thigh high boots, sundresses, and minimal makeup (red lipstick, usually). She generally has dark sunglasses on.

In outfit, Traveler maintains her hair in a ponytail and keeps the thigh highs. She rounds out the outfit with a plaited skirt and a sleeveless tee.

Personality: Alex is like a ray of sunshine. She's usually smiling, and looks for a high point in every situation. She's not above getting dirty, and doesn't mind killing if she feels she has to. She values honesty above most else, and is quick to help others.

Background: Alex had a simple childhood. She didn't want for anything, and was pretty well removed from the horrors the City can give. Coming from a rich family, she developed quickly but managed to maintain to be humble.

On her fourteenth birthday, everything changed. Her family was attacked, and she was kidnapped by minor Epics. Things went awry and she was left permanently deaf. Her powers manifested, giving her the ability to escape.

She managed to convince her parents to let her hone her abilities, learn how to read lips, and learn how to use a sword to help defend herself.

At eighteen she embarked on her own, striking out to make a difference.

[User]
Amsterdam

Well, it was now or never. Guilt could have done this for a while, stayed in the shadows and prepared. But at this point it felt almost silly, preparing so much for a combat situation when the other wasn't taking this nearly as seriously. If this was a trap it wasn't a good one, giving Guilt all the advantages like this. So it probably wasn't to begin with. Sighing Guilt once more ate up the Fog, all of it vanishing in a brief flash of light. That was not to say she wasn't prepared to go to battle anymore, as letting down her guard around another Epic was a potentially fatal mistake, but she wasn't going to waste resources like this. If this was intended to be a peaceful bit of communication, then she would have to treat it as such.

Guilt would appear on the opposite building, although she would still not sit. It was not surprising what Traveller had manged to learn, and her guesses were fairly accurate. As was to be expected of a major-league hero. Of course Guilt still could not remove her mask, but this time she was prepared. A teleprompter would appear attached to the wall below her, attached to a generator and a small keypad. Guilt typed what she wanted to say into the keypad, never looking away from Traveller. Her words would appear on the teleprompter, slowly scrolling upwards.

"I'm from the outside world. Where there are no High to protect you.
I kill criminals, because they do not deserve to live.
I am brutal, because it makes their death memorable.
It makes others take notice.
They die quickly. It is a mercy.

It is not hard to anger Comet. Comet is a fool.
He attacked me, and expected to kill me.
He claims this is because I kill criminals.
Yet he attempted to kill me, and he killed another, Nudd.
His judgement is foolish and flawed.
Are all heroes here fools?"

Silently Guilt waited as the large white letters slowly scrolled upwards. This method of communication was somewhat slower than speaking, but it was her best option, at current. And despite herself, Guilt was interested in what Traveller's answers would be. After all, this was the first time she had been able to sit down and talk to a big-city hero.

[Assistant]
Traveler - Abandoned Train Yard

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Alex read the words, still mildly impressed with the woman's abilities.

"I'll answer that in parts, to try and make more sense. But first I just want to say I'm being pretty damn honorable right now. They don't call me the Traveling Trickster for nothing. Or impish, in my terms," she said with a slight laugh.

"So point one, killing the bad guys. Pretty common thing around the world. I don't even object, personally, unless it's minor crimes. No need to kill someone trying to make ends meet in a relatively nonviolent way." She paused, her face darkening momentarily. "I'll tell you something I've never told anyone. Not even my best friend. Not even my parents, not that they'd care much anyways. Without going into too many personally details, I was abducted when I was young. The incidents that followed left me deaf, and granted me my powers. I escaped, they didn't get their ransom, and my parents were... Mildly difficult. Those men are dead, and they have been for years."

Alex left the statement hang for a moment. "Common Joe stealing doesn't deserve death, unless he's hurting or killing to get away with it. I hope my point is getting across? Even the High have their limit. Eventually they step in, and an Epic is dead for being a major problem."

She shrugged visibly before continuing. "Comet is a fool, but his heart is in the right place. Wanton murder is crazy to him, and to most. As for this Nudd....I wonder if Nudd was the reason for several disappearances in the last several days. He mentioned they were old enemies, Nudd having killed Comet's childhood love before going on a psychotic rampage. He'd been given assistance by the High Venom and one of her subjects going by the name of Shatter or something," she said with a frown. "As for the other Heroes, it's entirely a case by case basis. Magus has a gimmick. Dragon Heart can be a bit of an ass with his temper. Comet, well you saw him."

Pausing to consider, Alex made a decision. "How would you feel about being kind of partners?"

[User]
Charlotte Carolle Lutwidge

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Lutwidge Manor - Library

 Charlotte slowly digested the fact that Techster had come all this way 'just because' - and you would forgive her if she found that it was a difficult claim to stomach. For the past two years now she'd dealt with a myriad of people, all using different approaches to get to her and her inheritance, and many of them attempted to earn her good graces through seemingly benevolent acts of kindness towards her. After the first time one had nearly managed to get away with it, she promptly put her guard up against similar tricks - all of them were dealt with in quick succession.

 She sighed. Perhaps she was being a bit too cynical about him - young though she might be, she'd like to think that at this point she wasn't so terrible a judge of character that she'd figured out Techster wrongly. For all that her experience told her that this was a trap, her instincts all pointed to the boy being a good person, or at least, a good person to her for the moment.

 "Okay, I will accept your claims as genuine, for the moment. It's far from trust, but you'll forgive me for being cautious," she stated, shaking her head. No point looking a gift horse in the mouth. "It's a bit late, but thank you for your help. I'm sure your already aware, but what you've done for me is not a small thing. Consider me in your debt."

 Dangerous words, for sure, but at this point there was really no helping it. His help was appreciated, and moreover, needed to be repaid somehow. She didn't like being in debt, after all. It was generally bad for business, and as a personal rule, it was an infringement on her honor.

 "Another question, if I may," she asked. It was as good a time as any after all. "Just how much do you know about me?" Of course, he could lie about this, but given what he knew already, knowing a little more wasn't that big a threat to her. Truthfully, details about her powers would benefit little. The most dangerous piece of information was something he was already aware of or at least suspected - that she, while wearing White Knight, was 'Looking Glass'.

 Besides - and this is something she wouldn't admit it out loud - a part of her was relieved, and extremely ecstatic, with Techsters presence. Though she hadn't ever heard his name on the news, and though he was hardly the image she would conjure upon thinking of the word 'hero', the fact remained that he identified himself as one, and so far, has conducted himself accordingly. Childhood memories, no matter how tainted they were, had a habit of rearing up on her, despite her attempts to restrain them. None of those feelings made it to her face, and her expression didn't change at all.

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Amsterdam

[Assistant]
Amsterdam

The Travelling Trickster? It was clearly a name that the deaf hero took pride in. Why else mention it? But 'tricks' were just another way to defeat the enemy, unless she meant she tricked her allies. Regardless, it confirmed what Guilt had previously surmised. This woman was more cunning than she seemed, and certainly more cunning than those she had met before. Most of the answers were pretty expected. It appeared that they agreed, at least on some points. That was a start. However, what did surprise Guilt, was the offer to work together. How could they work together now, when Guilt wasn't even sure if Traveller planned to kill her? Although this little invitation certainly seemed to indicate peaceful intentions, it could simply be an attempt to get Guilt to lower her guard. After all, her defensive abilities were based purely on her own situational awareness. If she let down her guard, all it would take was a stray bullet....

As Guilt quickly typed out her reply, the teleprompter sprang to life once more.

"Petty theft is the seed of greater theft, of murder.
Crime leads to greater crime.
Successful crime inspires crime in others.
This city is broken, rotten with corruption.
Even your High are corrupt.
The seed must be destroyed."

For a moment, Guilt considered Traveller's words regarding her abduction. Epic powers could not be given to a person, they were naturally born in people. That much Guilt knew. But surgical procedure, careful prodding, could be used to awaken dormant powers. And to strengthen existing powers. It was processes such as this that had created Guilt, granted her the power she wielded. It seemed that something in the same vein had happened to Traveller. But certainly the circumstances must have been different. After all, Traveller's captors had tried to ransom her. They were not the family that Guilt had been gifted with, they had not provided the required training. Traveller had simply been handed her power for all the wrong reasons, and let loose on the world. An astounding waste of great talent. Based on the skills and abilities she now displayed, she would have made for an excellent soldier.

But such matters were in the past. Now Traveller was a Hero in Epic City, home of Those on High. She was one of the guardians of this city, a servant of those who ruled it from the shadows. Traveller might have good intentions, in her heart, but she was a puppet to shadowy masters, and no good could come from cooperating with her. Surely, Guilt could not afford the luxury of allies.

"My executions are not wanton, they are a necessity.
Violence can be met only with greater violence.
This city allows rogue Freaks and Epics to run rampant.
The High do nothing to stop this.
So I will eliminate these threats, one by one.
To show mercy, is to show weakness.
To show weakness, is to accept defeat."

[User]
Traveler - Abandoned Train Yard

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Alex's phone buzzed. Alex! My dress won't fit. I'm fat! I don't wanna go. Help!

Alex looked at her phone, shooting a quick text back to her friend while she waited for a response from the mystery Epic.
* You sure you put it on the right way, Rox? I'm a little busy trying to sort out a...problem. I can't pop in like normal.
* Um...Oops. Hehe. Sorry.
* Not like that, Rox! You turn the dress around and try again?
* I did! It won't fit over my fat boobs!
* Wrong way, Rox. Meant to go from the bottom to the top. Like men.
* Like what?
* Men, Rox. Like, they work their way up, then back down. That's a horrible metaphor. Just pull it up, not down. The opposite of what you'll be doing later haha
* *blush emoji* Don't you start with kissing?
* Sure. But kisses can start anywhere. Like, say, the inner thigh. Hint hint.
* Eep
* *Wink emoji*
* Nooooo
* Yessssss. Did the dress fit this time?
* I'll try now. Come by when you're done with your person.
* ... Way this is going, I'm going to be a long while.
* Then use your trick and hurry him up. That one that you use to finish off
* I toldja Rox, not that kind of thing. I'm on duty.
* Oohhh
* Yeah. So go have fun on your date. I'll catch up tomorrow. You'll need to text me when he's gone
* Ok

Alex sighed, reading the lastest messages from the mystery lady.

"I think we can agree to disagree on petty crimes always leading to bigger crimes. There are always exceptions to every rule. You're smart, I'm sure you already know that," she replied slowly. "And yeah, the City has it's problems. That's why Heroes like myself do everything we can to work on it. The High night not be perfect, but they do more than you might have realized. Venom protects the City from plague and disease. Island keeps structures and roads together no matter what destroys them. Electric runs the power, so we always have power. Maybe you haven't heard of Eclipse. I was still a kid when he showed up in the City. If it hasn't been for the High, this City would be a crater, and he'd have continued through the rest of the planet."

She paused again. "Freaks aren't always bad, you know. As for your other point, if you actively worked with me and some others we could more easily stop the threats that appear. It would also help keep Heroes off your back for dealing with the smaller crap."

She waved a hand. "We get powers. As far as I see it, it's up to people like you and I to fix this bullshit. Because power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Mind that line, because anyone can travel down that road without realizing it."


[System]
* Universe: Kino no Tabi/Kino's Journey
* Appearance: "Do you ever feel jealous of the birds?" While Kino is most certainly female, many people are liable to mistake her for a boy due to her slender build and manner of dress. She is also very short.
* Personality: Kino is a girl who exhibits a strong desire to travel. The driving force behind her actions is to visit new places, to see new things. To put it simply, Kino is a traveller, through and through. She also does well to not judge the customs and actions of others, remaining neutral towards them as best she can. However, in certain cases something will drive her to action. When she is capable of changing a situation and has become angry enough to do so, even her calm, collected appearance does not hide the fact that she has made the decision to do whatever she can. At most times, Kino is rather pleasant and friendly towards others, provided they do not attempt to hinder her in any way. Kino very quickly flips a switch from collected compliance to absolute lethality without the slightest hesitation. If something threatens her life, her reaction is very quick and without the slightest pause. Regardless of her personal feelings, Kino does not hesitate to kill in self-defense. At the same time, the needless destruction of life is something she refuses to engage in. She will only kill if necessary or if she has been sufficiently angered to believe it is the only way to change the situation. Kino is also quite the cheapskate. If she gets low prices or something for free she is quite visibly pleased by it.
* Powers/Skills: Kino is physically speaking an ordinary human. She is not particularly strong in comparison to her appearance, but rather she is heavily trained in various ways in which to kill an attacker. Kino can move very fast, avoiding gunshots and other attacks easily. She is trained in the use of a variety of combat knives, as well as in marksmanship. Kino can hit a a target from hundreds of feet away with a handgun. Due to extensive practice, she is also incredibly quick on the draw. Kino is also adept at surviving in the wilderness, knowing how to set up shelter and hunt for food if the need be.
* Brief Bio: Kino was raised in one country, but she left. She was found by someone who trained her, and she began her journey, to various countries with all kinds of different customs and beliefs.
* Equipment: Kino carries a variety of knives(including one that can fire bullets from around the blade) on her person at all times, as well as .44 single Action Revolver holstered on her hip(using liquid explosives in place of gunpowder), and a .22 automatic pistol holstered on her lower back. All of these weapons are usually hidden beneath her jacket. Kino has a variety of camping supplies and food stored in various containers strapped to her motorrad, Hermes. Though calling Hermes equipment is rather unfitting, as he is a sapient talking motorcycle.
* Others: N/A

[User]
Jake Lawton - Yellow Flag

Jake nodded as she talks about her teeth. Jake sigh as he realize that Autoscorer is also an independent person like himself in his world, as Jake is now having a decision if he is going to be an independent or cooperative in this strange world he stand. "I understand if you do not work with me because we do not know each other yet." Jake notice that there is a blood spill at Autoscorer's shirt, "By the way, why there is a blood over your shirt? Now, I know that you are not an innocent girl because you have done something brutal." Jake asked, waiting for Autoscorer's response. @Flamelord

[Assistant]
Twilight Sparkle - Mahoru

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Poor Twilight was really starting to feel the urge to just freak out by now. Here she was in a world not her own, with a bunch of other people, the first one she talks to out of concern just screamed at her and even tried to attack, the second seemed to have decided to just up an ignore her suddenly.

She was feeling fairly desperate for something to focus on that would prevent the seemingly inevitable panic attack that was coming on like a freight train, and it was not being helped 'at all' by the continued arrivals of additional people, and-"wait, what?" This was just absurd! There was now a big metal bipedal thing here that nobody seemed to spazz about... She honestly had bigger concerns on her mind, like the other 'arrival' that nearly struck the girl she'd spoken to who had ceased to react to others.

Seems it was time to get 'nope'ing again.

'could I actually be dreaming all of this? like some kind of weird scrying mistake that's letting me watch but they can't see me? no, that's silly, and the first one noticed me... he definitely did... ugh, why do all the strangest things happen to me?! I really need to calm down butforCelestia'ssakeIfeellikei'mabouttosnapalready!'

By this point she'd started breathing fairly heavy... and that was when the scents that were drawing the others away hit her too, at just the perfect time too as it made her stomach growl and all at once her body demanded focus on food... 'food?' yeah, like that.

A moment she was off like a shot, and it wasn't hard to follow the trail of individuals to the strange train cars that smelled of food. It might be a bit harder to get 'in' though, considering that she found herself decidedly skeptical of the idea of putting herself in the vicinity surrounded by these strange creatures...

Then it struck her like a flying brick!

'what am I 'thinking'?! I'm the princess of freaking friendship, and magic, and i'm ready to give up and break down after my first two failed attempts? granted, one involved hate and screaming and explosions, but so have half of the biggest events in my life! I can't quit that easily! I... mmph... I might be without my friends, but that doesn't mean I should stop trying to make new ones... I hate feeling alone... Even though she knew quiet well, scientifically and philosophically, that pony's were naturally social creatures that benefited from having friends in general, even the smartest could be clouded by moments of intense emotion.

She was moments from gliding in to take her chances when she hear 'the mad man' again, this time screaming about skin pizza and human ribs. Instantly she felt her stomach turn and had to plug her muzzle with a hoof, just the thought of that kind of thing... she really had to wonder where in the world that man had to have come from?! what horror's might have caused him to become like that?

Still, she perhaps had a bit less reason to fear his proximity. Afterall, he seemed to have been fairly easily disarmed the last time, perhaps they could keep him in check if he started screaming and shooting again.

Finally, she stopped flapping and glided down to the group who had gathered around the train cars, just in-time to catch the unsavory explanation that was being share... Her stomach still growled at her and demanded that she address her lack of breakfast, so first she had to impose herself with the crowd and ask "Pardon me Miss, but do you have anything vegetarian? or, at least fish based? whatever comes to mind will be fine. I'm sure I 'could' digest meat if I had no choice, but i can't assume it would stay down with someone shouting about skin pizzas and the like." she did her best to sound friendly and diplomatic, but found it difficult not to be just a bit condescending when she mentioned 'the pizza remark'... Still, even if she couldn't find purchaseable food to eat, she could at least eat the grass!

She was not forgetting the explanation she had over-heard on her way into the gathering of strangers and quickly found herself mumbling "Ugh... I should have known a few years of peace and quiet would just be a prequel to some bigger than average... crap, like this." She followed with a snort and much more open verbosity "If this 'viewer' wanted Entertainment, he should have stolen 'Discord' instead, he 'LOVES' putting on all kinds of ridiculous shows for entertainment... usually his own. then again, maybe he'd be 'afraid' to have Discord around, a self contained micro-verse might well shatter from 'him' getting pulled into it unwillingly. what entertainment would 'I' be? I got a castle and the first thing I did was turn half of it into a giant library. I'm not nearly entertaining enough to warrant this... I hope he's not expecting me to have another breakdown where I turn everyone into potted plants again."

Crap, she'd started yammering right into a tangent that could make her seem like a risky 'friend' to have. no, bad twilight, don't do that, you need friends to trust you not to accidentally warp them into all kinds inanimate objects! "Still, I suppose this would at least be a prime opportunity to study inter-universal... things, of all kinds... Still, at least it sounds like I'm not the only one who's used to some big supposedly immortal mastermind trying to mess with their life." That's it twilight! common ground! Foundation established... hopefully.

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Big boss - Mahoru

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Big boss... was honestly not surprise. After having body-slammed several thousand people hard enough to result in unconciousness, it was hardly a shock that the kid seemed to have been stunned by it, though he hadn't planned to hurt anyone so suddenly, and he certainly wasn't going to just leave him laying there in the dirt... Afterall, this wasn't a war zone, yet, there was no reason to be cruel.

So he crouched down and hefted Delsin up over one of his shoulders in a classic fireman's carry, then turned to check the state of things with that group once more... only to find the majority seemingly catatonic in some way, and the rest flocking to some train cars that had a bunch of tables scattered about.

'well, that makes my next move easy...'

So he started on his way after them. The majority of them didn't seem to be armed, this was not a combat scenario, and he was confident in his ability to handle, or at least 'DOOOOOOODDDDGGGGEEEE', anything that might come his way suddenly, so there was no reason not to openly approach.

It was only a couple of steps out of cover that he got the sense of someone watching him and paused, then glanced over to see 'motorcycle girl/boy/kid' staring in his direction... To which he raised and eye-brow and answered a surely inevitable question while pointing at the kid over his shoulder "He surprised me and triggered my reflexes." Then as if it was the most normal thing in the world, he continued on his way to join the rest of the group.

Upon arrival at the out-skirts of the group, he picked a random seat an deposited the kid there, before leaving him to sit and moving himself closer so that he could eavesdrop while doing his best to 'politely' resist the urges to ensure nobody here knew where he was by vanishing around a corner and abusing stealth Camo to spy on them... otherwise he stood nice and quiet with his arms crossed, he didn't have much to say yet.

[User]
Garie - Yellow Flag

Glancing downwards, she noticed the blood for the first time. Presumably it wasn't from the man she had attacked before, so did that mean that it was her blood? A strange thought, and yet there it was nonetheless. Still, she supposed that there was no way to prove it, and so that gave her the chance to be a bit creative with her answer. Certainly the man she was talking to would never know that it had been from a fight before coming here.

She didn't shrug though, merely giving him the same look that she had thus far. It was all she needed to do really. "Some people don't know how to treat a lady," she answered smoothly, as if it answered all the questions in the world. Now she just had to decide how to go on from here.

[Assistant]
Kohaku - Chao Bao Zi, Mahora

"Ufufu~ So that's what's going on, huh?"

Despite the usual temperament she showed, Kohaku wasn't dumb. Deep down, she was sneaky, conniving and cunning as a fox. Maybe it was because of this that she hadn't made herself known immediately, and had stayed hidden in the shadows behind the Chao Bao Zi. She was in a strange place, after all, and it would do well to learn a bit about what was going on before she made herself known.

"So it's all just some game then? Ufufu, I may as well have some fun whilst I'm here, then~" she said to herself, as the maid stepped out from her hiding place. "Ah, it'll be nice to have someone cook for a change~" Heading towards the stall with broom in hand, she was about to place an order for the house special when...

"...Aaaaaaah!" A piercing scream issued from the maid when she saw it. It just seemed... Unnatural to her! And it reminded her far too much of those horrible little cat things, too. Sure, it looked like a small, purple horse, but... Something about it just freaked her out. "Wh-what is this unnatural thing!? You're in league with that Neko-Arc abomination aren't you!?" Holding her broom out in defence, she tried to stare down the pastel unicorn. It just... Things like that just creeped her out!

[User]
The older man who emerged from the piece of cover Kino had heard the disruption from was carrying a boy. For a few moments Kino was silent as he explained that the boy had snuck up on him and initiated some rather aggressive reflexes. Her eyes traveled over his unconscious form. Certainly, it seemed as if that was the case. He was still breathing.

"Do you think he's telling the truth, Kino?" asked Hermes, curiously.

Kino shrugged her shoulders slightly. In truth, there was no real way for her to discern the motivations of another person. But there was also no reason to accuse the older man of lying. "There's no reason to think he isn't. Why would he come out if he was lying?"

"Don't they say feel me once, shame on you?" Hermes asked.

Kino let out a small sigh, and then smiled, placing her hand on Hermes' seat. This was hardly the first time the motorrad had said something like that.

"That's 'fool me once', Hermes," she corrected. Glancing towards the food stand, the scent of a meal was now drawing her attention quite a bit. As was the explanation she'd overheard. So this was... some kind of game by some sort of 'Viewer'? The small girl in boyish clothes didn't really know anything about something like that. Though inside she could feel a small amount of resentment for someone who would so deliberately pull her away from her travels for their own amusement. It was a selfish feeling, and yet she did not feel as if it was unwarranted. Still... there was food to eat. And insofar as Kino could tell, it was free.

Of course, that was when a maid appeared from the shadows seemingly from no-where. Given how utterly strange that this entire situation seemed to be, there was not much to be surprised about this in comparison with some of the other strange beings, like the living robots and the strange animals. What was somewhat surprising was the panic that the maid flew into on sighting the small pastel horse.

Kino supposed something like that might cause some panic given how strange it was... but out of everything else? Especially that masked man. The dark-haired girl was intending on keeping an eye on him. Still, she approached the maid calmly.

"As strange as it is," she began, "The talking pastel horse is harmless, I think. You don't need to worry about her."


[System]
Age: 16

Power: Currently Unknown. But his powers seem to deprive from the creature that is part of him, be it a manifestation of emotions or just a part of him that grew in power over the rest of him, no one will be able to know. Outside the host body, the being would manifest into a black cloud in the form of an animal, any animal it chooses. In this state, James would be faster and more agile, and the creature would be able to fight alongside him. But in this state is when James would be at his most powerful but most vulnerable as well. If the being was inside, James wouldn't die to just anything, a bullet to the brain would mostly likely only cause a scratch as the being strengthens his body. But outside, the being would leave it's more vulnerable part inside him. Thus it would push the pain and injuries on James, showing in minor injures that slowly start to increase in severity.

Appearance:

Bio: James was a strange child, even from birth. People and parents saying they found things happening around him, whenever he was in danger that he came out alive and well where others would be dead. At the age of 7 would be when it was found out what was happening with him, a group of bullies pushed him around and finally corner him. Him with a black eye and looking like he was going to be hurt more, but suddenly the bullies were being hurt. Being pushed around and even tossed around a bit as a dark cloud flowed from a cut on the top of his hand that never healed. Opening to show the darkness flowing from it and attacking the bullies. Sending them running before taking at first the look of a cat. The darkness flowing around it as it looked at him, that day was when things changed for the child. Thrown out after the stories became increasing against him, he never trusted others. Even those he thought he could trust betrayed him. He was seeing it more and more while on the streets with the creature that called itself a "Void" as a friend. He saw people like him, different and strange, bullied and hurt and rejected by society. He didn't like such prejudice against people like him. Soon him and his "Friend" would be doing what they can. Stealing from the usual "Normal" Society and giving to the supernaturals. Finding homes for others. Cautious about others but always trying to be a friend to those that he can learn to trust. After spending some time at an orphanage, he and Neric would have stumbled upon a flyer to the camp. James having to convince his friend to go, soon the two would have been on their way to the camp and to what may hopefully be some time away from everything.

James: "So what's the plan today my shadowy friend?"

Neric: "I believe that you can't plan the future, it's in constant motion. We can only think, hope and see about what will be."

James: "I couldn't agree with you more."

[User] "nice to meet you as well Valencia" Max said as he looked up from the drawing of a rose. "my name is Max". Looking at her he noticed the flower in her hair.

[Assistant]
@The1Rolling1Boy

*James would take a minute to chew his food and swallow before answering Edmund's question. Lowering his head a bit* "Actually I haven't had a home since I was young, me and Neric have been moving constantly since then..." *James said with a sigh as he took another bite, though looks up as Neric spoke his bit*

"I just said I needed a moment to think, that and it was a big crowd there so wanted some space." *Neric would turn his head as he looked at Edmond, blinking a few times before speaking up again* "So how about you? Where you come from before coming here?" *Looking at James for a moment, who had walked over to grab one of the rice balls to try out. Looking back at Edmond*

*James smiled at Mystery, seemed like a nice guy. And he did make something to share with everyone* "Thank you Mystery, they look good." *Holding his hand under the hand holding the rice ball to catch anything that fell off in the hand. Taking a bite and smiled, giving mystery a thumbs up. Showing he liked it*

[User] Edmond nodded as he listened to James.  "Well I'm glad your here." Edmond smiled sadly. Neric then explained why he needed a minute. Edmond patter the void on the back and said, "Hey Neric, your doing good. Everyone here likes and execpts you guys and who you are." It was true. The first new people all new of them and were a night found of James and Neric. Edmond scratched the back of his head when Neric asked were he came from. "For me, well my parents are rich and selfish. So when I figured out I had powers, they sent me here without my opinion." Edmond looked at James and smiled. "But anyways I'm glad they sent me here." Edmond began to eat his chilly when he finished.

[Assistant] The new boy introduced him self as Max. Valencia took a bite out of her apple again and look at Max. He was drawing something next to his plate, it made Valencia curious so she moved a little to the side to see what he is drawing. It is a really good looking rose. Valencia didn't believe it bit it looked like it was a real rose but then 2D. She smiled some more as she kept watching him draw. *He must be an artist, "normal" people can't draw like that unless they have practised a lot and have the skills for it.* Valencia thought to her self. She looked up to Max, it seemed like he was in full concentration as if he had left the world and had gone to it own world of his imagination. Valencia was about to finish her apple when Max looked up to her. She laid the core of the apple on her plate and smiled friendly at him back. It seems like he saw the flower that Valencia has in her hair. The flower that she wore is not one that you see in she flower shop or one that you can find in a park or forest. No for this special flower you had to go to a super high mountain and waited to the first full moon of the year will you be able to see the flower. So you could guess that it was very special to her. While keeping this in mind Valencia asked: "Where are you looking at?"

[User] "oh um" Max said embarrassed that he was staring. "t..the flower in your hair" he had pointed at it. "where did you get it?.

[Assistant]
Once Neric had disappeared to go to James, Helena took a minute to think to herself about what happened. She wasn't upset with Neric at all, if anything she was upset with herself. Was transforming overreacting? Cecilia's frightened face flashed through Helena's mind and her cheeks turned red. Even though no one was around, she covered her face in embarrassment. She didn't mean to scare anyone, especially not someone as friendly as Cecilia.

Helena was so distracted by these thoughts that she didn't even hear the bell for lunch. When she reached the mess hall the councillors were explaining the buffet. She went to the buffet and picked up carnitas and soft tortillas, murmuring to herself with a smile, "Mí Naca sangre es muy felíz. (My Nicaraguan blood is very happy)". It was sweet of the councillors to give them such a large choice in foods.

At Mystery's offer of rice balls, Helena couldn't let the offer go. "Yes please," she said and picked one up. She ate it, a wide smile growing on her face, "Wow, these are really great! You should be a rice ball chef!"

@Mangrale

[User]
"I'm sorry to hear, well at least in that case people here got to meet you. So that's a plus for everyone here." *Neric would say as he looks at Edmond, staying on the table till James got back. Him sitting down and looking at his food before looking at Edmond*

"Ya, you seem like a nice guy afterall. Better then a lot of people we've met." *Neric nodding his agreement as James goes back into his salad. Not finished his salad or his fruits yet, Neric looking at him before looking back at Edmond. Seems neither of them really have people skills as neither of them are talking now, both not knowing what to say at the current moment in time. Neric looking around as he hops here and there*

[Assistant]
Cecilia took a sip of her lemonade, cleansing her palate before going for another taste of the mashed potatoes. All that time, her eyes were casually fixed on the rice ball. She had been saving it till now, the food she was familiar with grabbing her attention. But she knew she had to try it eventually, so she cut off a piece of the outer rice layer with her fork and carefully lifted it to her mouth. "Mmm." Unfamiliar, but not at all unpleasant. It was quite good and she hadn't even gotten to the fish jelly yet. Perhaps Mystery wouldn't mind teaching her how to make rice balls of her own.

Cecilia recognized Helena's voice in the distance and turned to see her enjoying her own rice ball. She turned away abruptly, a saddened and ashamed look on her face. It wasn't as though she could just forget the sight of Helena's fearsome transformation. But what hurt more than anything was her own reaction to the young shapeshifter's power - disgraceful. Cecilia kinda hoped she wouldn't recognize her. She couldn't expect Helena to forgive her, but hopefully she'd at least accept her apology when the time came.

[User] Valencia observed Max's face as he was starring at her. you could see that he was looking for words to say. Valencia waited for him to speak so she grabbed the next apple and took a bite out of it. Then he asked where she got the flower from that she was wearing in her hair. "I got it from my grandmother as a gift, I know that it is a very rare flower, it I remember it correctly it was called a Skeleton Flower. The plant has been my family treasure for I don't know how long."  Valencia explained to him. She took another bite from the apple and looked back at his drawing. It was really pretty. "You can draw really good." Valencia said when she looked up to study him again.

[Assistant] "oh heh thank you" max said rubbing the back of his neck. Not use to compliments he was embarrassed. "the flower in your hair is really pretty to" max said.

[User] Valencia laid down the second apple core on her plate. She noticed that Max got embarrassed from what she said to him. Valencia smiled back at what he said. "Thanks." she replayed back as she picked up her lemonade. Valencia didn't quite know what to say next. She wasn't really used to be around so many people who were around her. It's not like she is shy or something, it's because she has been always by her self or with her parents. Valencia looked at Max again. *would he be bothered if I ask him about his power? Humm... I wound know until I ask* she thought to her self to get a subject to talk about. "Would you like to tell me about your power?" Valencia asked the question carefully. She knows that not every one like to share it, but that is most likely the reason that they are here. Valencia drank her lemonade and placed the glass on the table to wait for Max to answer.

[Assistant] "oh.. well it's nothing special " Max said as he chuckled nervously. "I can turn into a cloud of smoke to get around" he said as he went back to drawing a little more. He wasn't trying to blow her off or anything he just wanted to get it done?

[User]
@1Hawkeyes
Edmond chuckled and put his arms behind his head. "Well i don't know about any plus for anyone, but i guess your right." Edmond then picks up a pepper and plops it into his mouth. He chews it till he swallows and then picks up another one. Before putting the vegetable in his mouth he looks to see Neric and James looking between each other as if they had a question. Edmond then clears his throat and asks,  "So you guys excided for any activities at this camp?" Edmond was quight smart in the relm of talking to people and interacting, so that was the reason people liked him. So he shrugged and said, "I honestly don't know what my favorite activity is. I wasn't on the bus with everyone so i may have missed so stuff." He then dragged his attention towards Helena who had juts came into the cafeteria. She seemed a little worried about something so Edmond did the only thing he could think of. He grinned and waved her over to sit with them. He then turned towards James and Neric to hear there reply for his question. He really didn't what to force her to come over if she didn't what to so he just started to munch on his peppers once more.

[Assistant]
@LiegeLord

Helena caught Edmond's eye and was immediately relieved when he called her over. She say with him and James grateful for the invitation. "Did I miss much?" she chuckled, noticing the foods each of then chose. James's balanced meal was impressive, especially in such a setting with so much different food. Then again, she picked a familiar food, so maybe that's how he felt too. "You must be really healthy if you eat like that, huh?" the young woman asked, wanting to make conversation. She saw Neric hopping around the table and gave him a smile. Her attention was stolen a bit by Edmond's appetite for peppers and other hot foods. She stifled a laugh. It made so much sense that a firelinked person would love hot food that Helena found it comical.

[User]
"Well Neric here wants and hopes there will be some competitions. Though I doubt he would be allowed to participate in any of them, he would be a very unfair advantage." *James said with a chuckle, popping a little more salad into his mouth. Looking to Neric who doesn't seem particularly fazed by the words. The Void sitting on his legs on the table as he looks around, soon turning to them as he huffs. Hopping over and looking at what Edmond has on his plate, pointing at one of the peppers and looking up at Edmond. James silently watching the whole time as he ate. Going for his fruit after, not having any dessert. At least not yet maybe anyway*

"May I have one? If that is alright James didn't get me any." *James looking at Neric annoyed as Neric flaps his wings gently to not cause a lot of wing and such* "I know, I didn't ask. And if he says no I can fly over and get one myself, just thought I would be considerate-" *The little Void interrupted as he looks over at Helena, the girl walking over to their table it seems. His head tilting a bit as his eyes stay on her, curious where she's been today since she left for who knows what reason. He ain't going to pry for it though*

[color=yellow]"Not much really Helena, just the beginning of Lunch. And ya I do anymore with a military like Void like him trying to get me to eat healthy as much as possible." *Him looking at Neric as the little Void looks back, hopping away and flapping his wings. James laughing a bit before speaking again* "I know Neric, you had past lives that were in the military so you kinda grew up in that mindset. I know." *Smiling back at his Void as it looks between the three of them, looking at Edmond about the pepper. Seems he is keen on wanting one it seems* "How about you? Do you eat healthy as well Helena?"


[System]
Information: Cécile, along with her brother Adrien, form a deadly tag team. They both have almost identical decks and both favour a set of Red-Eyes, this is in part due to their grandfather giving them his only Red-Eyes and from then on they strived to both have a set after he passed away. They then both built a deck around the Red-Eyes and became a local legend in france for being the best tag team around. This of course might just be an exaggeration, but if it is they hide it well because to this day they have never lost a two on two, or a tag style match.
Age: 16

Deck Theme: Red-Eyes

Ace Monster: Red-Eyes Darkness Dragon (Original/Still Uses), Dark Armed Dragon (New Ace Monster)

Summon Method: He has some xyz monsters but he normally sticks with just regular monsters honestly, but he has more of those than any special kind of card.

Features:

Information: Other than the fact that Adrien and his sister are team legends back in their hometown located in France, not much is really known about the two other than they decided to go to school to imporve their game so they could become the worlds best team duelists, and better duelists individually as well.

[User]
The dragon had rushed up to Daemon and sent him flying to the side with the saw on it's chest, his lifepoints dropping to zero. The teen connected hard with the concrete, letting out an "Ow!" as he landed. That's the second time that happened! They got up again, feeling the after effects of that blow pretty well in his side and walked up to Adrien. By now his duel disk had gotten back into the "Standby" form, Daemon having put away his deck into his holder. "That was fun... Although I think we've been wasting a bit of time." His attitude took a swift U-turn from the duel, going back to the ditzy personality he showed before.

The boy looked to his side, looking at those who watched the duel start to walk away and some starting a duel of their own. Seemed like these two did some good, or bad, depending on how you take it. "So like... Am I still not talented enough to be walking around or...?"

[Assistant] Uther was speechless at the moment. Making three friends was surprising to him, especially since Uther had problems with making friends before. This left a small grin on the boy but soon after, it vanished when someone else showed up and threatened them to go back to their dorms. Daemon already left at the time so Uther couldn't chase after him and it's not like he can go out there by himself without getting lost. With only a few options he decided to hide behind Keio. "Will Xavier b-be all right? I mean about him dueling against t-that guy..." He only felt worried for Xavier because his opponent looked strong.

[User] Adrien had scanned the crowd for a moment after the duel had ended. It wasn't unusual to have people watch duels, especially when the intense power house cards they were using were in play. Returning his gaze to Daemon he smiled a bit. Then Daemon waanted his opinion of him and Adrien let out a small chuckled. "Yeah Daemon, I suppose so. Come on, we should get back to the task at hand." Adrien spoke in a much friendlier voice now and motioned for Daemon to follow him as he began to walk off. "By the way. I might have a few ideas for that deck of yours if you're interested." Adrien offered as he walked off.


[System]
Age: 17
Race: Bugbear
Class: Barbarian
Level: 2
Background: Folk Hero
Personality: See persona section of the linked character sheet.

Backstory: In the middle of a grassy field stands a large rock. This rock is known to the locals as the Snoring Stone, a name it gained after people began to hear loud snoring with no discernible source when passing the rock sometimes. People were unsure of what to make of this weird phenomenon until someone made too much noise near the rock and the snoring turned to angry yelling. After that, people became convinced that a spirit had made its home in the rock and began leaving it offerings of food, drink, gold, and other kinds of gifts, hoping that this appeasement would calm the spirit and dissuade it from following through on the threats it had made to those who disturbed its slumber. These offerings pleased the spirit enough that it forgave the disturbance, on the condition that the offerings continued.

With the arrangement made, things returned to normal for a time. The Spirit Of The Snoring Stone rested peacefully in its rocky home and the locals regularly brought it offerings to keep it that way. Eventually, a brave and desperate carpenter decided to wake the Spirit again. Before the Spirit could begin angrily making threats though, the carpenter begged the Spirit's help with a problem no one else could help him with. Upon learning that the carpenter had brought a much grander offering that usual to convince it to help, the Spirit eagerly agreed. The very next morning, the carpenter awoke to find the solution to his problems awaiting him on his dining table. Overjoyed by the end of his woes, the carpenter told others of what had happened.

After that, many other locals came to petition the Spirit Of The Snoring Stone for its aid. A shepherd who had lost some of his sheep would find them tied to a post the morning after visiting the Stone. A fisherman whose usual spot had dried up found a map to a pond full of much tastier fish nailed to his door after asking the Spirit for help. And when an angry mob asked for help in tracking down a murderer, they found the murderer's corpse an hour later, clubbed to death and beheaded.

One day, a farmer arrived at the Snoring Stone out of breath and in a state of panic. His house had caught fire, no one could put it out, and his family was trapped inside. He offered everything he had in exchange for his family's safety. "Go 'ome an' wait." The Spirit said. "I'll do the rest." And so the farmer hurried home to where his wife, children, and elderly parents were still trapped and prayed to the Gods as he waited for the Spirit to come. Suddenly, the door burst open and the farmer's parents rushed from the house just before the fire blocked the way. Then, each window in the house smashed open, allowing one of the farmer's children to climb out of each one before the flames blocked those exits too. With no way out left, the farmer, his family, and the assembled crowd watched the burning house as they wondered how the spirit would rescue the farmer's wife. Their answer came when one of the house's walls gave way and the farmer's wife emerged from the hole... cradled in the arms of an enormous bugbear.

The bugbear, who went by the name of Brutrumukk, revealed himself to be the so called Spirit Of The Snoring Stone, having played along with their beliefs to sponge off the offerings the locals had brought to the Snoring Stone, which he explained had a hollow interior and a secret entrance. Remembering all that the 'Spirit' had done for them, the locals refrained from driving the hulking goblinoid away and decided to let their current arrangement stand due to how helpful Brutrumukk had proven himself, even if the black-hearted bugbear had only helped for personal gain.

A year after settling in the Snoring Stone, Brutrumukk was rudely awoken one day by the sound of a certain multiversal carnival being set up right next to his home.

Stat Generation: Point Buy

Day Count: 2 (349)
Kill Count: 1
Most Kills in a Dungeon: 1
Most Kills in an Encounter: 1
Most Kills in a Round: 1

[User]
Brutrumukk

Once everyone was back on the raft, Brutrumukk picked a direction at random and rowed that way until the water level dropped back down to a depth where the raft was no longer needed. Hefting the raft on the shoulder he wasn't carrying Jub on and putting the stilt he'd been using as an oar back in the stilt pants, Brutrumukk then led the way in yet another randomly selected direction until the sound of squelching feet met his ears and the scent of delicious stew met his nose. As the walking inn came into view, Brutrumukk nodded at the sight. "Yeah, that makes sense." The bugbear stated. "Or at least whatever the fuck this place likes to call 'sense' even though it clearly isn't... Either way, I like the smell o' what they got cookin' in there. Let's go 'ave a look-see." With that said, Brutrumukk walked up to the building as it lowered itself down, kicked open the door, and walked inside. "Oi oi!" Brutrumukk called out in greeting. "What smells so tasty in 'ere an' where can I get some?"

[Assistant]
Jub the Peculiar

Jub was still stewing over the encounter with Jingle Jangle and Brutrumukk's violent - and uncomfortably familiar - reaction to her when the house approached. He raised his head, looking at the building, then at the feet, then back up at the building. "You know, you'd think after a day of being here, I'd become numb to all the weird shit," Jub said. "But no. Just when I think I've seen the weirdest this place has to offer, something literally comes round the corner that dares to be weirder." He gave a loud sigh. "This place is exhausting." When Brutrumukk started to walk inside, Jub was inevitability brought in along with him as he was perched on the bugbear's shoulder. "Oh I guess we're going in, sure, okay, fine," Jub said as he threw up his hands in exasperation. "March straight into the spooky leg house. What could go wrong?"

[User]
Hither
The Inn at the End of the Road

Brutrumukk finds that entering the inn with the raft in tow is nearly impossible. He would need to leave that item outside. Upon entering the weird building, they find that the interior seems to be like that of any other tavern. The only difference the party can notice is this tavern interior is decorated with vibrant and beautiful flowers not typically found in a swamp.

There is an elderly human woman wearing druidic vestments standing behind the bar. She gives the adventurers who enter a warm smile and she greets them kindly, "Ah, Guests! It's been a long time since I've had patrons come by! Welcome to the Inn at the End of the Road,"

"You are welcome to have some stew, and even a few slices of plum pie I baked just today! You are also welcome to stay and rest. There are beds that you can sleep in upstairs,"

That's right! With this encounter, you guys can take a long rest!

[Assistant]
G A B R I E L
A twinkle in his eye returned, as his senses were greeted by the smell of stew he didn't need to guess that the building was some sort of inn which could only mean...

Thank Corellon, the gods that be have heard my prayers! Gabriel didn't even wait for the rest of the party, leaping from the boat causing it to rock as he practically sprinted through knee deep swamp water soaking his trousers as he waded like his life depended upon it towards the inn.

Soaking wet, panting from loss of breath the bard stumbled over to wherever the bar was or whatever looked most like a counter, he really couldn't tell it was all blurry.

"My good woman, please and I beg you please tell me you have any ..." he heaved heavy breaths as he tried to get it together "And I mean any alcohol, by the gods I need a drink after the day this had been."

[User]
Hither
The Inn at the End of the Road

The elderly innkeeper looks to Gabriel and she apologizes as she gives a disappointing answer, "I'm sorry, young man. I wish I did have some drink to offer you. But Slack-Jawed Lorna-" The last three words were spoken bitterly before the old woman takes a moment to spit at the floor off to her side and away from the party. She continues from where she left off, "She had her minions take every single drop I had to offer,"

She sighed and she sighs "In Zybilna's time, this inn was the talk of Prismeer,"

[Assistant]
G A B R I E L
The twinkle in his eye disappeared, replaced by a slight twitch either from becoming slightly neurotic or slightly annoyed either way he was tired and out of breath, so madness wasn't that farfetched.

Once the old crone finished, and spat on the floor like she cursed the very name she spoke a manic laugh escaped the bards mouth, there was a tear in his eye that he wiped away. He wanted to scream to the heavens and curse the gods, however his mind latched onto the name Slack-Jawed Lorna.

Taking a moment to collect himself, and keep himself from weeping uncontrollably Gabriel spoke up after taking a deep breath "So you say some brigands up and lifted all your precious liquor?" although he had just met this old crone, and for all he knew she could be a man eating crone but all he cared about was getting a gods damned drink in this fucking shit hole of a swamp.

"My good woman, please tell me more of this Lorna. To take is very odd knowing what so far I know of the goings on in Prismeer." oh he would love nothing more than to meet this Lorna and run her through with his rapier at that moment if it meant having something to drink. He was getting tired of running around a swamp without having some sort of buzz other than the buzz of mosquitoes.

[User]
Hither
The Inn at the End of the Road

The innkeeper raises an eyebrow at Gabriel's request, and she asked him, "Slack-Jawed Lorna? You know, Bavlorna Blightstraw?" She takes a moment to spit to the side twice upon saying the hag's name twice.

She continues, "She never leaves her cottage in Downfall? Caused this whole region to be a flooded swamp in the first place?"

She then asked curiously, "Why do you ask?"

[Assistant]
G A B R I E L
Bavlorna-what now? a confused Gabriel shook his head, taking a moment to rub the center of his temples with one hand and the other he looked at for a brief moment enough to notice his hands were shaking. Oh by Corellon's blade... the half elves expression turned from confusion to embarrassment, realizing he made a fool of himself all for a drop of alcohol.

"Why do you ask?" he'd blanked out for a brief moment mising a bit of what the old woman had said, peering back up at her wrinkled face looking at him with curiosity "I'd be lying if I said noble intentions," Gabe told her, his tone somewhat melancholy but he breathed a sigh and offered her an apologetic smile "My inhibitions often get the better of my judgment my fair lady, and drink is just that."

Sometimes he needed to forget the past, his life as a gutter rat, having to fight for even a morsel of food.

Sometimes he just wanted to forget it all, it was the reason he left Waterdeep and put so much distance between himself and the place he grew up but sometimes the memories were too much to ignore.

Sometimes numbing the memories were all he could do to keep the nightmares of his childhood at bay. Sometimes no matter how much he strived to live a better life, his past always haunts him.

"I'm a bit too fond of the finer things you see, things that were a rarity in my youth." Gabriel chuckled, his smile returning to him as he offered a hand to the innkeeper "Gabriel, man of the sword and duelist by trade."

[User]
Brutrumukk

"Future plans on murderin' this beer stealin' bitch aside, I got two questions." Brutrumukk stated once Gabriel was done talking. "First off, what would you be wantin' in return fer all this food an' stuff yer offerin'? An' secondly, do got anywhere we could put our raft outside? I couldn't fit through the door an' I'd rather not leave it behind it if this place starts walkin' again. We might need it later."

[Assistant]
Aurora

The trudge through the swampy terrain was an inconvenience but more progress would be made this way than by the raft with the water levels this low. Before she even looked towards the sound that was approaching, the smell of the stew caught her nose. The legged structure did cause her own suspicion to rise but the fact that both Gabe and Brut walked into the inn with no caution didn't leave Rory many options. She quietly walked in behind Gabe and attempted to stay slightly hidden behind Brutrumukk and Jub.

As the two went on asking their questions, and finding out Bavlorna Blightstraw had her minions take the drink from the inn. Aurora looked up towards where Jub was perched on Brutrumukk's shoulder. "You ok Jub?"

[User]
Jub the Peculiar

Jub was only half-listening to the conversation between his teammates and the woman, and was somewhat startled by Aurora suddenly saying his name. "Hmm?" He glanced over at the elf. He was about to say he was fine, but his condition kicked in and he ended up saying, "Well, no actually. This whole situation is very much stressing me out." Realising what he had just said, Jub quickly clamped one hand over his mouth. He started shaking his head and waving with his free hand as if trying to signal for everyone else to ignore him and continue on with their conversation.

[Assistant] "Yeah, a pub without beer ain't the best thing in the world." Brutrumukk said to Jub with a nod of agreement, not understanding what his shoulder goblin's gestures meant. "But look on the bright side. They still got food. An' it sure does smell tasty, don't it? Yeah, a pub without beer ain't the best thing in the world, but it ain't the worst thing either."


[System]
Chemist of the Night
ALIASES AND NICKNAMES: Jar, Chemist of the Night, JRock, The Cook.
AGE: 57
TURNED: June 4th, 1982

PERSONALITY:Fun-loving, dark-hearted, musical, calculating, hot-headed, passionate, mean-spirited and extremely ambitious. Don't let the rocker looks fool you, his business acumen is unmatched. His intelligence also makes him prideful and hard to get along with at times. Jareth also does everything with a dramatic - often theatrical and bordering on flamboyant - flair.

BIOGRAPHY: Jareth was at his prime in the late seventies and early eighties. He spent his days sleeping in and his nights getting drunk, high, and making music with the boys. Jareth was the lead singer and guitarist for Crim Son, a little band he started in his foster parents' garage - before they kicked him out, that is. I guess they didn't like the drugs, or his friends, or his music, or… him.

Even before vampirism - even with the excessive drug use - Jareth had a great mind, talent, and ambition on his side. His little garage band took off in the local Portland region, gaining a decent following and, fortunate for the boys, a few groupies. After a show one night, Jar was smoking out in the alley behind the bar when a hot little thing with fiery hair and a leather miniskirt approached him. Thinking her another groupie and always being one to objectify women, Jareth pinned her against the brick wall and kissed her hard and fast.

At his brutish reaction to her charm, the vampire woman clutched her hand around his chin and switched their position only to slam him against the wall with enough force to make him shudder. "No, no, little beauty. I'm going to teach you how to submit." She said in a purr.

Jareth can't remember much of what happened next, he remembers pain similar to getting a tattoo, except one his neck. He assumes that's when she bit him. But she didn't turn him then, oh no, that would have ruined all her fun. When he woke up he was tied up in leather and chains, coated in his own blood. She did things to him, evil torturous things, sometimes pleasurable things, and in a way it may have seemed like she was doing these things to show him that the way he treated women was wrong. But that wasn't the case, she was just evil, and her behavior only caused his hatred to grow, but Jareth was clever in his hatred. Such a clever boy.

The ruby-haired woman promised that if he should ever learn to submit to her, she would make him strong like she was, and he could be hers forever. Strength, Jareth craved to feel strong again, so he put his mind to work. He had convinced her that she had broken him, that he had come to love her in all the torture and time. So she turned him into a vampire, and as soon as he was able, he killed her.

It didn't take long for Jareth to figure out what his special powers were. His strengths in life became his strengths in death, as his brilliant mind constantly worked in overdrive. In the dawn of modern science, Jareth had a knack for things like chemistry and synthesis. And what did he do with his awesome powers, well he figured out how to make money, of course. Vampires, especially old vampires, get bored easily -They have an eternity to live, to explore, to contemplate, and they can't even get high? And what do vampires have a lot of, especially the older ones? Money, and they are more than willing to spend it, especially on the darker things in life.

Jareth got to work synthesizing a drug that works on vampires. He figured out a way to genetically and chemically alter human blood so that it gave vampires the effect of being high, a high much like that of tripping on acid. All vampires react to O-neg a bit differently, but for Jar, it gave him back the only thing he missed about his humanity: a way to escape his own mind. For some vampires it felt like ecstasy, or just pot, or acid, it could take you all the way up and then let you crash through the floorboards. For Jareth, it gave him back the inspiration he needed to continue with his music, it stopped the endless thinking, thinking, thinking…

Vampires took to O-neg like kids in a candy store, and before long, Jareth was one of the youngest extremely wealthy vampires in the US. Wealthy, but not famous, Jareth wasn't stupid; He kept his recipe hidden in his head and his work severely underground. In his travels, Jareth met Theo and they bonded like two f**ked up peas in a pod. Jareth is the money and brains behind Blod, and Theo is the brute strength. Theo was just the person that Jar needed to find in order to keep him safe from his own ambitious ways.

FAMILY: Rogue – Blod family member. Jareth keeps his membership to Blod a secret, much like his O-neg lab. Even Adelisa wouldn't recognize him as a Blod member… the only one who knows, and the only one who matters, is Theo.

POWER: Brilliant Mind. The whole idea of people having a stronger left brain or right brain doesn't apply to Jareth, he excels at both the arts and sciences. He is what the humans would call a bonafide genius. That being said, his mind is his own strength and weakness – it is impermeable to compulsion and mental manipulation, but his intelligence hinders his perception of social cues and morality.

SIDES: Downright evil. He likes other vampires, but he seeks out the fall of the other established families in the city, desiring to have the whole city in O-neg's grasp. Jareth is more than willing to drink from and kill humans. He is also known to be an extreme misogynist.

WEAPON:Chemical warfare, where he lacks in strength, he makes up for in intelligence and crafty weaponry. Homemade bombs and acids, chemicals and fire, those sorts of things are his forte.

OTHER:Don't let the rocker chic and the charm fool you, Jareth is NOT one of the good guys.

[Assistant] Adelisa's lips turned up into a grimace. "And you can hide behind your family and large home. You have no clue what it's really like out there do you? You may think you do, but you're no rogue. You just think you're a big shot because of all the little pawns you have. All I was doing was trying to help." She gritted her teeth slightly, calming herself down before things got out of hand. She looked over at the woman and sighed, walking towards her without a care in the world. "You, miss, are quite strategic, but you're going to need a lot more protection against what is about to come." As she said this, she looked over at her head wound and shrugged. "You, of course, are too headstrong to believe anything can hurt you." Adelisa smiled at the man with a sickeningly sweet smile and said "the name is Adelisa, by the way. Not rogue or darling. Adelisa." She stood with as much confidence as she could muster, showing she really wasn't afraid of them.

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"Adelissssaaaa" Béatrix hissed the name, giving it a bit of her signature French flourish. The rogue vampire's blood coursed through her veins, coloring her thoughts and vision with things best left… well, up to your imagination.

Madness.

That's what drinking vampire blood did to most vampires. It could make you feel higher than the tallest mountain and lower than the deepest trench, all at the same time. Emotions were heightened, feelings intensified. I guess it could be what humans would describe as an adrenaline rush, but it completely surpassed that in every way. Adelisa's words grated on Trixy's patience, the nerve of this one. small. girl.

Madness.

That was the only thing evident in Trixy's eyes as they bore into Adelisa. With Alistair's approval, there was nothing holding her back. Come to think of it, could anything ever really hold her back? Béatrix used her special ability to push into Adelisa's mind, fishing for things like her age, her strength. Young, oh so young. Naïve as well. In moments, Trixy was upon the girl, shoving her against the wooden siding of the shore's snack hut. Her thumb pressed into Adelisa's right cheek as she gripped her throat with the rest of her fingers.

"I know what's out there girl. I know more of horror than you could ever imagine. Hell, oftentimes I am the horror. And I have spent more years fighting for myself than you have yet to grace this world with." Trixy took in a steady breath, trying to reign in her emotions. Loneliness, all those years fighting and bleeding, all alone. There was a darkness in her soul that was born and raised in those years. She pressed her eyes closed for the briefest of moments, driving out the emotions. The blood, it was just the vampire blood fucking with her mind.

"You think we hide? Blackmoores don't hide. We take, we fight, and we keep what is ours." Trixy said with force, who was she trying to convince? The girl, or herself? Her face softened when she thought of how Alistair came to check on her moments ago, how he offered her an arm in comfort. "That includes each other. That's what makes us stronger than you rogues. We choose to live for more than just ourselves." Trixy loosened her grip on the girls jaw and she looked down at the realization of her own words. Were her words even true? Where did that come from? The blood, yes, of course. Just the vampire blood.

Madness.

Never far, always in the corners of her mind. Trixy gave Adelisa a eerily bright smile. "Tell you what, darling rogue." She said, purposefully not saying the girls name in order to earn her ire. "I'm feeling a bit sprightly, I've decided to give you a head start." The dead coldness returned to her pale blue eyes as she hissed low through bared fangs.

"Run."

[Assistant]
Klaus kept his distance once he was close enough to gauge the scene; with his age, the scene was nearly clear from the cover off the tall buildings though he knew he wasn't invisible to an alert vampire. It seemed the slaughter was over and it had been vampire versus vampire. The expression on his face was a grim one, hidden by the shadows near the docks. Over the sound of the waves licking the docks and boats, a remaining rogue traded words with what appeared to be the Blackmoores' most dangerous vampires. She was talking herself into a corner, which was a shame, because otherwise he'd almost feel comfortable stepping in. He noted the Blackmoore woman's intensity, that she was high on vampire blood. Almost.

He remained a bystander even when Beatrix attacked the girl, only crossing his arms uncomfortably. For the moment, his attention turned on the family head who had allowed this to happen. Well at least Mira won't have to deal with the rogues, he thought to himself, eyes resting again on the rogue girl who was granted an opportunity to run. Not that it'd matter.

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{idk what to write for mira right now and im supes tired anyway so i'll try to add something tomorrow}

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Adelisa smirked slightly, almost anticipating her death. "No, I'm not going to run." She leaned her head to the side, shoving her collar down and showing the scars on her neck, readying herself for death. She saw from the corner of her eye another male, most likely another vampire. She looked down at the ground and removed her hand from the collar on her shirt, feeling slightly embarrassed for the sudden suicidal movement. Her cheeks flushed and she looked back up at the woman with a calming smile. "You, darling pawn, might want to be careful with how much vampire blood you consume. You see, one or two newly turned vampires can get you the high feeling of madness, but I am much older than a day. I am much older than a year. Those little ones were young. I, for one, am not." She stepped up to the woman and lightly placed her hand on the injured spot, healing it completely. "And as I see it, I have information you may need to keep your little chess peices alive."

She shrugged, stepping away from the woman. "But you are just going to die anyway." She waved and slipped back into darkness, moving with speed to her resting area. She didn't care if they followed her. It wasn't as if she had anything to hide. Her legs carried her to an abandoned shack that she was residing at for now. Adelisa sighed and threw open the door and slamming it shut when she entered. She wasn't scared that she was most likely going to be chased here. She didn't care if she lived or died, but she knew what was coming. She knew why she was here.

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Béatrix smiled when the rogue girl feigned bravery in the face of death. Adelisa claimed she wouldn't run, but she did just that in the end. Trixy tightened her muscles, prepping for a good chase as she took in a raspy breath. She felt her muscles literally recoil, much like a tape measure snapping back, when Alistair spoke up.

"Béatrix. Watch yourself. We're still not alone,"

His harshness tethered her back in this world, allowing her to push her manic urges aside for the moment. How foolish of her, to get so caught up in one stupid girl that she couldn't keep her surroundings monitored. Trixy reached out with the tendrils of her mind, seeking out the thoughts of those around her. The newborn rogues that were retreating were easy to detect, as their minds were still so very close to human. Trixy could also easily read her family members, as proximity to a person helped with Trixy's ability. But there was someone else, the one Alistair detected.

Trixy pressed her eyes closed as she concentrated and pushed her mind out into the shadows by the docks. There was a dark presence there, blocked by power and age that Béatrix hadn't seen the likeness of in years. She opened her eyes and looked to her leader, a dark foreboding swirled in them.

"He's ancient." She said in a breathy whisper. Maybe it was meant to be a warning to her family, but truth be told, Trixy was quite intrigued by his presence. Maybe he was old enough to know Francis. Her heart lifted in a flutter before crashing to her feet and through the docks she stood upon. Maybe he knew Francis.

Knew…


[System]
Gender: Female

Appearance: Akyasha is much like the rest of her kin. Pale, pleasing to the eyes…. The most notable features are her bright red hair and the religious garb she wears at almost all times.

Abilities: As a Vampire, of course Akyasha has access to Blood Magic and as a devout servant of Ichor, she also has access to Divine Magic that only Clerics of Ichor would have. The Divine Magics of Ichor are essentially Blood Magic without any weakness a Vampire might have as well as the ability to summon the otherworldly servants of Ichor.

That said, she utilizes her Blood Magic in a special way. When she strikes an enemy with her Blood Magic, she attempts to put a "seed" on or in them. This "seed" starts to drain blood from it's target and will over time sprout as a Blood Magic mockery of a lily, something that Akyasha affectionately calls a "Blood Lily". After she collects the lily, she can utilize it in a couple of ways, but her favorite is in her summoning magic. The amount and quality of blood that she collected influences the creatures she would summon from using the Blood Lily.

Personality: Some describe her as an eccentric. She's a devout servant and follower of Ichor. She follows the tenets as close as she can except for one thing. While she agrees that normally, humans cannot love them, she thinks that they can be made to love them. Though, this typically means that she likes to have plenty of human thralls. Specifically, Human Women that she can dress in her religious outfits and follow the Path of Ichor.

Outside that, one could say that she is every so slightly obsessed with the Cult of Ichor and making it as perfect as she can as well as the betterment of her kin. She sees humans in three ways. The humans worth attempted to turn to the Cult of Ichor and those that are cattle meant for feeding. This does not mean the cattle are to be treated crudely as that would be against the tenets. Preferably, they are to be given their own rooms and things to do as well as well fed. That way, their blood tastes the best it could be.

The third and final way she looks at humans…. Are those worthy of ignoring. As the tenets state not to act with cruelty and treat humans with care, Akyasha finds the best way to care is to ignore those that one does not need to interact with as interaction would bring "undue attention to the undead."

Bio: Once upon a time, Akyasha was a blonde human girl with another name, turned by a Cleric of Ichor. Over the years, she dedicated her unlife to the following of Ichor and rose through the ranks. Unfortunately, during the final years she saw many of her fellow clerics felled by Paladins until finally, she was one of the last few Clerics. Of course, one of the last few didn't matter as she was impaled with a holy weapon and put into an eternal slumber. Only to eventually wake back up in an unforgiving world….

Anything else:

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@Psyker Landshark@Pyromania99@Click This@VitaVitaAR@Rune_Alchemist

It was not Ilena's duty to defend the desires of a thrall that had none.

"Then do as you will."

Though Dragan disdained such behavior, the shadow-witch could not care, in truth, for what perverse charities the former priestess held, not when the Crimson Star, the voice of Ichor, rang so clearly through the opened doors. The dark skies burned with sanguine light, shadows of greater demons swirling in the savage firmament. Behind her, others emerged, familiar, storied faces, but for now, they meant nothing. The Sovereign, the Progenitor, has made her request, and it was something to make even a god-disdainer feel pious.

She joined Dragan's side, slipping into shadow to slink soundlessly up onto the balcony, before reconstituting her form from the fluid shadows once more. Even now, her loyalty remained, and the shadow-witch kneeled, eyes downcast.

"Goddess, I am Ilena. Once more, my fangs are yours."

[Assistant]
Dragan Meszaros

Dragan frowned at the thrall's response, turning away to let Luna do as she would with her. If the poor woman truly had no desires of her own left, then she would continue to serve. As a bewitched minion of a siren, no doubt. But he could not defend the wishes of a thrall that had no such thing. Just as the door opened and Ichor's voice began to be heard, Dragan noted the arrival of yet three more vampires out of the corner of his eye.

The newcomers were, at the very least, somewhat familiar to him. The ambassador, the ice princess, and the cleric of the blood lily. Over the course of his unlife, he'd either met or heard of each of them enough to recognize all three by sight. Each was at least respectable in some way, perhaps moreso than either of the other two vampires he'd been accompanying. By reputation, at least. In practice, things could be entirely different.

Regardless, Dragan nodded towards the newcomers, removing his helm as he turned towards the door.

"Welcome, compatriots. It seems you're just in time to hear what the Goddess wills for us. Shall we?" With little more said, he followed Ilena through the door and onto the balcony, kneeling before the light.

"Command us, Goddess Ichor. We are your swords, to do with as you will."

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Giselle de FarryUndead Princess, de Farry

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"Next time, perhaps read the room," said Giselle, as soon as Rikard had left. Pinching her nose, she gave the woman an exasperated look. While she was glad that she hadn't fully burned the bridge with the strange human, especially so after the man's warning and manner of exit, she remained rather annoyed with the priestess. If she had just played along, then it was very likely they would have had a far superior replenishment of blood than that of a filthy rat. As it was now, though, it was all that she had.

Rather than sinking her teeth directly into the dirty fur of the rat carcass, she opened her palm upwards, letting the rat float upwards for a couple inches before she began to extract its blood from its body in a long stream of ichor that she then civilly drank. It had a displeasing, pungent taste to it, even if it did provide a kick of fulfilling energy to her starved body. For this act, she couldn't be entirely displeased with Akyasha, even if had bungled the entire thing in the final stretch.

At the very least, the path to the cathedral was no longer barred. Without any further interference, they entered the sacred building soon after, walking into three more of her fellows, and a most peculiar scene. The new company she recognized, even if only passingly so for two of them. The third vampire lord –the only man among them for now, it seemed—she was more familiar with. Together with herself and Aleksiya, he was a lord in the more traditional sense.

It seemed, however, that reminiscing about the past could wait for another time.

She acknowledged Dragan's words with a slight incline of her head. "Indeed." Without further words, she followed the others onto the balcony. Kneeling before her presence, her light, she relished in the familiar comfort of Ichor's embrace. Giselle had always been more secular among the lords, but her loyalty, especially in these times, was never in doubt. Faced with such a bleak future, who else was she to look to for guidance?

"My Goddess, I am once more at your disposal. Guide us as you will."

[Assistant]
"Tch. Idiot."

Aleksiya's criticism of Akyasha's actions was far less gentle then Giselle's. Even as she snatched the rat, the scowl on her face made her feelings immediately obvious.

They could have earned what was likely human blood by cooperating with that man, and yet they would be feeding on the blood of rats, and for what? The diminutive vampire hadn't the slightest idea as to why the priestess had chosen not to cooperate. For one who professed her love for her fellow vampires, it seemed that something else was more important to her at the moment.

Still, she couldn't exactly ignore the prospect of a chance to feed, even if it was on some foul vermin. Her teeth were for the necks of humans, those who had earned the right to enjoy the privilege of her feeding, or her enemies who would be drained until nothing remained. A rat, by contrast, was vermin.

She would not bite into the flesh of vermin. Digging her nails into its skin, she needed only a small injury to permit her desired manipulations.

The rat's body spasmed as she began to move the blood inside of it, its flesh tearing as its blood began to freeze, tearing its way out of the rodent's flesh, a glistening crystal of blood steadily extracted from its body.

It was that which she consumed. It tasted foul, but it was far more refined to feed like this then anything else. Tossing the bloodless body away, her attention refocused.

The most important matter, indeed.

Ichor's voice. Hearing it once more...

The sight of the other long lost lords, especially the absence of certain ones among their number, was a pleasant one.

"Indeed, we shall," she replied to Dragan's words, smiling as she approached the balcony. There was comfort in the Goddess's words. The framework through which this world would no longer be twisted, where monsters would be given their due punishment. It was a warmth that cut through the terrible condition of the world around them.

Aleksiya curtsied.

"My wings of frost shall always spread for you, goddess. Please, guide us."

This@Rune_Alchemist@Pyromania99

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"How ungrateful the both of you! I get put in a dire position and this is the thanks I get?" Akyasha was justifiably angered. The Cleric pondered if she should help the either of them if they were in a bad situation again, considering how rude the two of the have been to her since they had woken up. She had made an oath to treat her sisters well but she felt, in the situation, that treatment didn't have to extend to the rudest of them. If their unlife were in danger, perhaps. Otherwise, they were on their own. This would not be a violation of the oath she had taken, surely.

It took some small amount of time, but the troop walked into the Cathedral proper and, as Akyasha was taking in the beautiful sight of it all, she noticed some few others here as well. Ilena, Dragan, and Luna and a thrall of some sort? Curious. "More of our fellows! Perhaps you all will be less of the rude sort than my current company." Akyasha said before hearing the voice of the Goddess. "Ahh! Goddess! To the balcony?"

The woman rushed to the top happily, "Goddess! I beseech thee, bless your unworthy children with thy words!" The cleric had said after practically sliding into a kneeling position at the top of the balcony. This was standard fare for the Cleric, of course.


[System]
Was previously Tibulus Sepitan and Jackson Rhodes
Age/Race/Gender:
 Unknown, Est. Late 20s / Funganoid(?)-Human / Female
 Deceased / Funganoid (see Powers) / Male
Appearance:

 Take a skeleton, add a blue mushroom helmet, give the mushroom gray spots, and the skeleton has blue lights for pupils. That's literally the base appearance for Tibulus. Otherwise, a tight navy jumpsuit is worn at all times by Tibulus, and is never taken off as it protected a large amount of critical vines and cargo.
Occupation:
 Electrician, Botanist and Pilot.
Weapons:
 The only real weapon that Tibulass will carry is her custom made stun blaster, powered by the coherent power of Funganoids being able to create a good amount of electricity with direct contact. The stun blaster is a pistol with no real lethality unless it connects to bare skin. Otherwise, it acts as an EMP and will short-circuit any technology it comes into contact with, but it must be charged with every use and can only short circuit for a small amount of time.
 Besides the stun blaster, she also carries a single glove, able to amplify the electricity generated from being a Funganoid into electrical punches. It causes a similar EMP effect to the stun blaster but does it over an area. The stronger the punch, the more area it will cover. If a punch is too strong, it will cause Tibulass to go unconscious due to an overcharge. Periods of unconsciousness can be from a minute to 2 hours.
Armor:
 Power armor is the way to go, and Tibulus carries around a lightweight full-body shield unit. It coats the whole body in a relatively strong shield, and it shall hold up for a damn good time. When it's depleted, however, it will cause an EMP around her in about a 2 meter radius, and will not work for a good amount of time. Once it's recharged though, the EMP will also be recharged, so there's that bit of tidbitual informationing.
Items:
 - A bunch of rechargeable batteries, which could have had the energy absorbed out of in order to get Tibulus drunk.
 - A photo of Tibulus when he was alive, with his wife and 2 kids, William and Rodney.
 - Multiple cigars. It's rare to see her without one in her mouth.
 - A single snack-pack of Goldfish brand crackers. He wants to find more.
Skills:
 - Tibulass claims she can pilot anything with a simple look over the controls. This has been unproven.
 - Tibulass has extensive knowledge of electronics, and can create incredible things provided you give her resources and time.
 - Tibulass is a botanist, and as such he has extensive knowledge of plant life. From crossbreeding to genetically engineering.
 - Tibulass is a master when it comes to the art of knitting. Nobody knows why.
Powers: The Funganoid is a relatively newly discovered race, taking on the appearance of a parasitic fungus that will attempt to latch onto any deceased life within a good radius and effectively reanimating them and using the deceased as a body. This is not a case of zombies, this is a case of the person being given a second chance at life, as the deceased is reanimated with all knowledge from the previous life that they have experienced, and is largely the same person as they once were. This is overshadowed, however, by the grotesque appearance of the deceased as they slowly lose all of their skin (provided they had any) and become the definition of feared.
 One of the most interesting traits of the funganoid is the unexplained ability they possess. When a funganoid possesses a host, the host gains the ability to conduct a certain kind of static electricity through their bones, and some are even able to channel it into fully fledged thunderbolts of destruction. This is reserved only for the most experienced of the race, and currently only one funganoid was found with this capability.
 Due to their skeletal bodies, funganoids are considered immortal, and cannot die from old age. In addition, the funganoid does not have a need to eat, drink, or breathe, unless they so desire to. They also cannot be afflicted with mortal ailments excluding any sort of brain disease, which is typically passed down genetically anyway.
 Further research is being conducted on the nature of these mysterious beings.
 ~ Professor B. Nan; Head of the Racial Research Branch in [REDACTED]
 Hidden within the confines of their attire, this race of fungal skeleton is able to spread a large cluster of vines out from the confines of their ribs, all seemingly stemming from some sort of heart. These vines are able to act as individual hands, allowing them to perform specific tasks at the will of the host. Using these vines comes at a price, however, as the heart is an extremely vulnerable target to any aggressors, and it can lead to critical health if this heart is hit.
 A rather... interesting discovery of recent times came about with the existence and study of 'Tibulus Sepitan', a retired pilot. From observing him for a short amount of time, it can be deduced that funganoids possess motor skills far greater than any human being currently alive. The subject cancelled the study after a week due to the mental strain it put on his body, and he requested to be moved as far away from
[R͟E̷D̵̸͜A̕͘̕C̀͠T̶̢E̸͝D̶͞͠҉͠] as possible.
 Sepitan was later moved to [R͟E̷D̵̸͜A̕͘̕C̀͠T̶̢E̸͝D̶͞͠҉͠], and further studies have ceased unless he desires to continue them.
 ~ Professor B. Nan; Head of the Racial Research Branch in [REDACTED]
No research has been conducted yet on this topic.
Other:
 Tibulass is believed to have psionic aptitude that contribute to her electrical abilities.
 Tibulus was 5'7" tall, and Tibulass is 5'9".

bork

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Carrot

'Hm. Little sister. Very well.'Lataniva made a mildly amused noise as she was on the way away to help out in the cargo bay, apparently. Did she know it was customary for Dalentian family and siblings to share everything by syncing their minds every evening so that they may all help one another out with any complications any of them might have? Would Taleste be okay with that? While it was exceedingly rare that this practice be used in space, Lataniva hadn't done it since leaving her home planet, years ago… Nah. Lataniva would keep it to herself, and then used her psionics to help unload heavy things. And then it turned out she and Taleste had been heading in the same direction.

'So it is.'Lataniva gave a brief response to the girl's statement, briefly looking at her before continuing to unpack stuff. They would likely see a lot of each other in the future.

While Dalentian awareness was aware of a lot of things, it couldn't predict sudden explosions rocking the ship. Lataniva found herself losing her balance and falling, needing to spin around to meet the wall with her hands and then quickly use her psionics to grab what she could of the baggage that was threatening to impact her lethally. Having neutralized that threat, she grunted and spent a moment to calm down. She was fairly easy to discomfort with this kind of thing. She heard Stryker say he needed her there. Where was that? The Dalentian grunted in mild irritation as she got her limbs moving and headed for the bridge. If not there, then to the War Room. Wherever.

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She then hung out with them, looking mildly annoyed in the background as she followed them around until her name got called again, now to examine Arex's head. Well.

Light

'That'd be my pleasure.'Lataniva said with an exceedingly dry tone, taking a step forward towards the man, her hand lifted with intention to place against his head, her eyes gazing at him with a focused look that asked if he was going to struggle or not.

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@Crossfire

Taleste was startled at Tibulus' appearance, though not actually scared. "By 'ek, yer a strange whun!" she exclaimed in her thick alien accent, despite being a human. A rather ordinary young woman, on further inspection. Average size, average height, not heavily armed. If she kept her mouth closed, she could have passed for any other civilian. Really made you wonder why she was here.

"So, horrorshow," she quipped, her tone suggesting that nickname might escape her lips again in the future, "Whut's yer deal? Are you a robotic suit with a skele inside ye? Oh, thanks for helping me, by the way. Prob'bly shoulda opened with that. Thanks! I don't think anythin's broken. It jes hurts.

She pauses as there's another anouncement on the comms, and looks puzzled. "Why's he asked me to do that? I don't know nofin about systems. Guess I'll jes be following yer lead."

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Arex turns to Lataniva and with a defeated nod he speaks.
"Alright, let's do this, let's just get it over with. Just try to make it quick."
He sighs nervously with anticipation. With the latest of his achievements he knew he stood very little chance of coercing an alternative outcome.
He closed his eyes as he felt fear rise up inside him. He didn't know what she was going to find in his head. He didn't know what he might find.
Hopefully some truth.

[Assistant]
"I'm a skeleton that is also a fungus, and we shock the shit out of things. The name is Tibulus," Tibulus opened as he helped Taleste up the stairs, receiving some form of confirmation that this woman was Taleste from the way she responded to Stryker's call. The funganoid helped the new recruit up the stairs and into the cockpit, sitting her down in a seat near the controls. Once she was situated, Tibulus started to monitor the systems from the pilot's controls, keeping a close eye on everything that was going on.

"It's not hard to learn, 'specially here. Right now we just gotta make sure everything doesn't destroy itself," the funganoid explained as he kept watch and did some modifications to the power levels everywhere, mainly just leveling everything out so there was some form of balance in the ship.

Carrot@Crossfire

[User] Unspecified. Super helpful. "No, nothin' you can do to help; you should go work on assessing the damage n' all that good shit. I'll wait here; if you find anyone else in need of aid, you know where to bring them". How great, it look like he'd be waiting around for more injured bodies for a while. "And could you come let me know when you figure out the cause of this nonsense? Gotta keep an eye on Miss concussion over here, but knowing what the fuck caused this all would be great."

[Assistant]
"Here I thuught I'd seen er'rythin'. So yer a fengus? Anyway, I'm Taleste. I'm not shure yet whut my role on this ship's gunna be but I'm a thief by profession," Taleste answered as they walked. When she was sat down, she breathed a loud, masculine sigh of relief, and started wiggling her hurt leg as she looked over at the console.

After a few seconds, her curiosity got the better of her, and she stood up for a better look, over Tibulus' shoulder. After a few seconds, she sat back down. "Nope. That made no sense to me whutsoever," she remarked, put out. Why had she been told to come here? Or did the captain just want her out of the way? She took a little offence at that, despite knowing that she was no a skilled pilot, or technician, and she was terrible with computers, and not very physically strong. Plus a thief isn't exactly the easiest new crew member to trust. Taleste had learned that lesson many times from many different crews. They all became family after a while, though.

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Carrot
"Eh. Thieves aren't terrible people to know," Tibulus stated, seeming like he had known his fair share of thieves in his life. "I became a pilot after Lykor, as my old job blew up in the explosion." The Lykor incident had blown up a fair amount of other nearby settlements and businesses with it, and Tibulus was one of the few hundred people in those areas that managed to make it out alive... well... maybe 'alive' was a stretch, but he's still here and kicking, which was nice. "Either way, let me make something clear. If you steal a damn thing from me, I'll happily bring you to the extent of a slow death and revive you only to do it all again. Clear?"