[System]
Species: Vahla

Appearance: Eric is a dusty tan, 1.9 meter tall man with white hair and light blue/purple eyes. He is lean, showing very little muscle and wears traditional brown robes common to the order. He wears his hair short and is without facial hair, and keeps himself tidy. (I will look for an image, tis not easy)

Rank: Jedi Knight

Lightsaber:
Eric uses a blue bladed saber

Physical ability: Eric is about as strong as a regular human, with downright extreme reflexes, and due to species is unnaturally flexible.

Mental/Force ability: As a Vahla, Eric has an innate connection to the force, the darkside in particular. Focusing on the combative uses of the force, Eric is skilled mostly in force augmentation, using it to extend his combative longevity and speed. He is however also adept with force pushes and pulls though he uses them sparingly and bluntly. Eric doesn't put much thought behind his strategies, instead treating large fights as a complicated game of rock paper scissors and relying mostly on instinct in one on one engagements.

Dueling ability: Eric has mastered Soresu, while not to the level of Master Kenobi. Eric has also trained in and is adept in Ataru, switching to it the moment his enemy shows sign of tire. Due to the rigors of the Clone Wars he has learned to incorporate blast deflection into his technique, allowing him to defend against the droid forces he has had to fight far to often.

Other skills: Eric is a negotiator, often attempting to speak with those he fights mid battle in an attempt to either end the conflict or at least present an opening for Eric to exploit. He finds that he has some skill with desiccating his opponent's weaknesses and fears and capitalizing on them.

Brief Backstory: Born a Vahla, Eric would have never been found by the Jedi had his parents not made a bad call. They were pirates, and attempted a boarding action on a small freighter. What they didn't expect to find was the Jedi master Qui-gon Jin. The pirates killed Eric was found in a small closet aboard the pirate ship. The Jedi master could sense the potential of the infant, and brought the boy to the Jedi Temple to be raised there. Eric was brought up with no knowledge of his parents, and very little knowledge of his race. Instead he was brought up on the traditions of the Jedi, Eric becoming enraptured with the idea of protecting the entire galaxy.

When he was fourteen he became apprenticed to Coleman Trebor, a famous diplomat among the order and the galaxy at large. Under the training of the Vurk Jedi Eric became skilled with wordplay, though the Vahla made sure to keep up his combative skills with his master. Eric followed his master to Geonosis and watched as the Clone Wars began, watched while he master was gunned down by Jango Fett, and despite it all, survived. Because of this he was knighted and soon joined the fray against the Separatist, acting as a diplomat whenever possible however.

[User]
Finn stood up to greet his new master with enthusiasm. When he'd learned of his new assignment he'd been more than pleased. Many other padawans might have shied away fro a former Sith as their master, but Finn saw it as a great learning opportunity. Who better to teach you how to combat the Dark Side than a former wielder. "I'm sure it will be Master. I've never actually been off of Coruscant before this, other than my journey there. I'm quite excited to see this new planet," Finn said, smiling.

Finn could sense his master's awkwardness, and he moved to alleviate it. "I don't suppose we'll get into any battles? I've only ever gotten to fight with practice droids, and from what I've heard, there's something much more exciting about a real fight," he said, his eyes lit up with the thoughts of adventure. He'd always dreamed of going out and battling huge creatures, and now was finally his chance to shine.

[Assistant]
Jaros was nervous. He didn't say this, nervous wasn't not a Jedi emotion. Though, most emotions weren't Jedi emotions. Yet, nervous he was. Here he was, a completely green Padawan, about to fight the CIS on Felucia. That brought on a new question, Why Felucia? He certainly didn't know. He knew that something was off about the planet, though he couldn't quite decide what that was. To ease his worry, he went over the Admiral's words in his mind. He and his master were to defend the 406th Clone Legion while they built a base. What do we need to defend them from?

 "Excuse me, master?" He cleared his throat. "Do you know why the CIS is attacking Felucia?"

[User]
Eric had sat there quietly, a defensive objective. The planet below was an interesting one, covered in plant life both small and large, simple and exotic. Many dangerous beasts too. Eric watched as his fellow knights talked or started to even duel their padawans, which raises the question as to why Eric had one. Eric didn't feel ready for such a thing yet, but master Yoda's wisdom was not to be questioned.

Thinking of the apprentice, Jaros asked him a question. "I can't say I know padawan. This planet is near some useful trade routes but I don't believe that is the answer. Perhaps they're training Arkays to fight for them?" Eric joked.

[Assistant]
The Young one's moves seemed to indicate that they were attempting to show their sill and ability. The saber above her head easily protected in-case-of any attacks from above. Niremon spun as the Padawan leaped, meaning the two were still facing each other but at a closer distance. Nire used both blades in unison, attacking and blocking with both at the same time. Going for a swing at HER upper left and her upper right with speed and accuracy. The attack was followed with a forward slide.

 "You must always be ready to shift from defense to offense in combat situations. Know the speed and movement of your opponent and you will find victory." The calm speaking seemed at contrast with the swift attacks. Use of the Force in this would be initiated by the Padawan at some point. The attacks were a mix of Shii-Cho and Makashi, steady footwork, some sweeping attacks and some attacks with little force behind them. The Other wold likely fall into Soresu, hold off until a weakness is presented and then strike at that. That is what any duel with a Soresu user was like, especially her old master Obi-Wan.

[User]
Aresa saw the attacks coming for her and then used her blade to block the blows, quickly putting some distance between the two of them, going for a defensive pose, a little more cautious now to go attacking at her, the stories about her master were true, she was quite good. It was the exact reason why she was now letting her master come at her, she didn't know what other moves she had and Aresa didn't want to be caught off guard by them.

"I know master, but its sometimes difficult to do that when you don't know how they'll fight or what secrets they have up their sleeve." She continued her defensive Soresu position, waiting for her master to go on the attack. Perhaps she was being a tad overly cautious, but she felt it was better that way than being over-confident and end up getting herself killed.

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Amber couldn't help but smile at his eagerness, she too remembered what that was like, well when she was still in training as a Sith, but the principle still applied here, though she felt that she had to say a few things, so her student wouldn't fall down the path that she had.

"Well this will be a great learning opportunity then my young Padawan, but don't let your over eagerness and hunger for battle cloud your judgement." She didn't want to try and give him a speech, but she felt that he at least had to warn him, to prevent him ending up like her.

"We may or may not get into any combat when we land on Felucia, but what I do know is that we should resort to fighting only if we have too, but don't let the excitement of battle consume, it can be real easy to fall to the Dark Side and I don't think that would be a good startting track record for me." She lightly chuckled when she finished talking, trying not to be overly serious about it.

[Assistant]
Finn nodded at his masters words, recognizing the truth that lay within them. "Thank you master," he said with all sincerity. He felt the ship jolt slightly as they drew closer to Felucia, and he turned to look out and down at the planet. He turned back to his master, a questioning look in his blue-green eyes. "Master, I'm assuming that the Separatists don't just want Felucia for it's position in space?" the youn padawan asked. Ever since they'd begun their landing, Finn had been questioning why the Separatists might want Felucia. He'd heard others mention trade routes but he felt as if there was something more to it.

"This planet has the presence of the Dark Side. I've read about the Sith utilizing locations with Dark Side Force energy to gain power. Could that be their plan?" Finn was extremely curious. He knew that the Separatists were led in some part by the Sith, the involvement of Count Dooku proved as much. So he assumed there was something more to the supposed motives of the CIS.

[User]
Nire moved slid closer, the defensive actions of Aresa giving plenty of time to prepare for the next attack. The master brought down a double side slash followed by an over head slam with one Blade. There was a way she could win in a few simple moves, but that path would be easy and lead to at least one of them being hurt. A lock with one saber and a slash with the other was almost impossible to block if one did not have two lightsabers. She could over hear some of the conversations from the other Knights and their Padawans. Many seemed to wonder 'Why Felucia?' But in all honesty, it did not matter why, just that it did. The Council sent them, so they would do their duty as Jedi.

 "It can be difficult to know what secrets another could use to end you. That is why you must act fast of draw their secret out. Don't focus on what they could do, think about the whole picture, their technique and motives can betray their secrets." This was some of the better advice Niremon could give. Years of combat experience lent it's knowledge in full to Jedi teachings.

[Assistant]
Amber walked up next to her Padawan, looking down at it, already feeling a small call from inside her, the call from some of the dark energy on the planet, it was a quite plea, begging to be taken in by her. She rested her hand on the wall as she tried to resist the call of the Dark Side, something that could be easily noticed by her Padawan. Trying to ignore her inner darkness' want to consume the dark power the planet was emanating, though soon started to meditate, calming herself a bit, she wouldn't let herself fall back to that, she wouldn't allow the Dark Side to have her once again, she'd make sure of that.

"To be honest my Padawan, we don't really know why the Separatists are here, it could be just for the trade routes, but other than that, we weren't given any other informtation than what we have now, but we'll have to be on our guard regardless, the Seps no doubt will have some nasty droids with them which won't make our task easy."

She continued to gaze out the window, feeling the Dark Side's call just being a dull echo now thanks to her meditation, she just hoped as they got closer and eventually landed, it's call would remain like how it was now. She had a slight feeling this was also a test for her from the Council, she was a former Sith and they probably wanted to see if she could properly resist it, if so than she'd most likely no doubt have a long future with the Jedi Order.

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Aresa did her best to block her master's attacks, though with it being just Aresa's one saber against Nire's two, it was difficult. She didn't doubt that if her master wanted too, she could have easily finished the spar between the two of them, but she wasn't about to be bested, at least not so easily anyways.

When one of their sabers locked, she noticed her master's other one coming in for her, she doubted her master would harm her, but she didn't want their practice to be over yet and then used the force to provide a temporary barrier around her that would deflect the blow. The barrier didn't and wasn't meant to last long, it provided about thirty-seconds of protection, she could protect others with it too, though she wasn't very efficient with it yet, so she was limited with how many times it could be casted.

"I understand master, I guess thinking about every little detail can also be a hinderance." She responded as light partially reflected off her temporary barrier, "I'm glad that I got you as a teacher, Master." She couldn't help but add. Soon starting to go after her master, using her Ataru form to quickly attack and leap all around her master, surely with her unpredictable movements, it would at least slightly catch her master off guard.

[User]
Jaros chuckled at Eric's joke. It was good that he was trying to lighten the mood. He didn't know why, but he had a bad feeling about this.

 "Master, perhaps we should have a quick duel, the others are doing it. I don't really believe you've seen me fight yet." Before Eric could respond, Jaros leapt backwards and drew his sabre. He held in a two-handed grip, the bright green blade behind his head at 45-degree angle. He waited for Eric to strike, ready to parry and counter-attack.

[Assistant]
Eric watched as his apprentice suggested a duel, then leaped back into a stance suiting of a power oriented form. However, "It is not the time. I'm not sure it would be practical for everyone to start dueling in the same room, far to many risks for the meager rewards."

"We will soon be on the ground, there we will be able to duel safely. If we are attacked by droid forces however unlikely then we will also be prepared, rather than exhausted. It is important for a Jedi to know when to act, and when to wait. Remember that lesson if any mt padawan." Eric then felt another rock in the ship, they were getting more common. The ship was getting closer to the ground, closer to what would be the landing zone.


[System]
Username: POOHEAD189
Race/Species: Human (From the Kingdom of Harek)

Gender: M

Age: 26

Career/Class: Mercenary/Armsman/Amateur Swordmage

Weapons:

* Bastard Sword
* Kite Shield

Physical Description (as detailed as possible please, pictures not accepted.): A lean, fit, but refined man with dark hair and eyes, with a navy blue tunic over chainmail (covering leather) and loose fitting dark brown trousers. He has a fair face, albeit with a scar at the left of his chin and running down his jawline. His hair is wavy, loose and tousled. Not entirely groomed as he was raised, he still looks more or less presentable, and perhaps charming when he feels the need to present himself as such. He has the look of a youth that has been refined like silver through various trials by fire.

Armor:

* Chainmail hauberk
* Leather armor over it.
* Leather bracers/pauldrons

Equipment/Other

* Sword sharpening/cleaning kit
* Water Jug
* Herbal remedy to halt light bleeding
* 3 pounds of beef jerky

Mental Description/Personality: Markus is a strong willed and adventurous young man, having left his moderately home to seek his fortunes to the east. He enjoys learning, his rebellious attitude having dimmed somewhat from his training by his Elvish master. He has a good mind about him when it comes to common sense, though he can be a bit rash if he lets his anger get the better of him. Generally he has a friendly, if wary demeanor. He will sometimes spout wisdom he has learned on his travels. In truth he has more general knowledge than spell knowledge, for he is only a fledgling spell caster. Still, he'll always be interested in learning more of the arcane arts. He has a curiosity about him that he sometimes can't help. Ironically, he'll chastise others for taking risks he might take as well.

Goals: Markus' goals are to seek his own fame and fortune, through his own skill. He wants to live as a free man, outside of the pointless bickering of the lords.

Background/History:
The bastard nephew of a lord, Markus had always been more focused on exploration in the surrounding forests and his various interests rather than his duties as a vassal. He used his standing not to further his family's fortunes, but to further his own. Not out of selfishness, mind. He'd often seen children who were less fortunate to be encouraged by their parents to do well for themselves. All he had ever heard from his family was what he could do for them.

One day his older brother was killed in a raid, which lead Markus and his father to argue and break off their relationship through a fit of anger. Markus escaped the next day, taking a modest sum of money as well as some equipment and traveling east, taking up arms with a few mercenary companies. He found despite his individuality, he was not a bad leader to smaller groups of companions, at least as long as they were after the same prize and had shared goals.

Before long he culminated enough funds to find an Elvish tutor in magic and swordplay. He lived there for 3 years, learning from the Elf in a forested tower before he was hired onto a fine expedition to explore the surrounding mountains. The adventure came into disaster, rock trolls making the group split up. Markus survived the mountains and found himself on the other side of them, next to a great body of water called the Sunlight Sea. He spent a year on the Cutlass coast, taking small, boring jobs on various ships as a guard before he found himself in HighMast.

[User]
To say that Valerie was apprehensive was something of an understatement. Scared, even, and she couldn't deny it. It was the tension, knowing that one false step could give them away and see them slaughtered by orcs. Even the fights she'd been in earlier hadn't been so frightening as the threat of this one. Still, she was disciplined enough to bury her fear within herself, and focus on the task at hand. Stealth was not her most practiced skill, but she was quiet and careful enough to avoid detection with Markus's help, and hers in return when he needed it.

When the orc at last finished his business in front of them and returned to his kind, Valerie almost shuddered with the dissipating of tension. Of course the orcs were still a stone's throw away, but they weren't close enough that Valerie was worried they could smell their human flesh anymore. She met Markus's eyes when his hand settled on her shoulder.

A blink spell. Valerie couldn't say she'd ever been teleported before; her parents had never been too fond of the use of magic, especially on their own children. She didn't doubt Markus was capable of it, having seen what he'd already done... though the fact that they couldn't get all the way to cover in one jump was disconcerting. The thought occurred to her that it wasn't too late to turn back, get out of here while she still could in one piece. But if they didn't get to the bottom of this, no one would, not until these orcs had done some serious, possibly irreparable harm. No, she had to do this.

"I trust you," she said, taking his hand and squeezing.

[Assistant]
Her words brought a surprising smile to his face. He'd always been for one living on the edge, and having someone like her to do it with him was something he'd not experienced. He squeezed her hand back, and then pulled her a bit closer to him before closing his eyes and concentrating on his magics. "Seiroch" he intoned.

Suddenly, Markus and Valerie felt the faintest weightlessness before gravity returned to normal nearly instantly. It wasn't entirely disorienting, just an odd feeling for a moment as it was an instantaneous movement. They opened their eyes and were out in the open, a dozen feet from the hillock and the next treeline that led upwards towards the ruins. Before them was an Orc guard with his back turned. Markus wasted no time and grabbed the brute's mouth before running him through with his sword. He let the Orc drop and hissed "Go," to Valerie.

They made it to the Hill. It's a start, Markus thought. He cast a glance behind them at the Horde still milling about as he ran on. The trees were not so near and thick as they were back in the forest, but it was better than nothing, and they would be covered by canopies as they climbed higher up the Hill. The going was steep and definitely did a number on their legs as they ran, but any Orc who would look up towards them might see a glimpse of them and think it was merely a passing doe, or a fellow Orc exploring.

The first structure they made it to at the crest of the rise was a smaller building of timber so old it creaked from the wind. Markus barreled through the cracked door, sword leading as he looked about quickly. "No one." he called to Valerie, and let out a breath. He'd fought in urban environments before, and while he was used to populated cities, he had a good sense on when to open doors and when to keep your head down just in case. Inside their small structure was a few desks and an old table, with a cupboard wrought of ubiquitous and odd designs that looked archaic yet exquisite.

As Markus gazed out one shattered window, seeing across a few more overgrown streets of dirt and stone, was an archway covered in vines and brambles. Behind him, a Skeleton that had been standing up (next to the cupboard) due to an arrow in its chest cavity keeping it upright, shattered and fell apart next to Valerie due to their commotion with a rattle and a crash that seemed far too loud.

[User]
Valerie felt the contents of her stomach rise for the briefest moment before everything was normal again, save for her sudden change in position. She'd expected it to be more of a shock, more of a strange sensation than that, but it was over in an instant, the teleport complete. Immediately she had greater things to worry about, such as being vulnerable in the open with orcs treacherously nearby. Markus took care of the most pressing threat, and they were off, racing first to the hill and then up it.

At any moment she expected a shout of alarm to be raised and for arrows to start flying over their shoulders from orcs in pursuit, but they never came. What came instead was a burn in her legs from the uphill climb at high speed. By the time they reached the top Valerie was winded and sweating, and eager to get inside and into some cover. The old wooden structure would do well enough for that.

It didn't look to be someone's house, as far as Valerie could tell. There was no bed and no pit for a fire. It would get cold in the middle of winter. Perhaps it was some kind of storeroom. She studied the designs on the cupboards, wondering if any of the symbols would catch her eye, and spark some memory of her history lessons as a child. Sadly, they did not.

She almost overlooked the skeleton in the room, but noticed it quite clearly when it suddenly came crashing to the ground, apparently disturbed enough by their entry. The sound made Valerie jump, her hand darting to the hilt of her sword at her hip as she turned towards it. It was perhaps the first unfortunate thing to happen during their daring little break for it.

It was immediately followed by the second, however. A moment after the skeleton crashed, an arrow whistled through the open door, just barely missing Valerie, but still skimming her upper left arm, leaving a bloody cut in its wake. She yelped in pain, instinctively sidestepping to cover and pressing her hand to the wound. Somewhere outside, an orc's attention had been drawn by the noise, and it'd seen Valerie clearly enough to know she did not belong here. It bellowed a guttural call to someone unknown number of orcs nearby.

"It's nothing, I'm fine," Valerie said, briefly examining the injury and preempting any concern from Markus. "We need to move." They would be overwhelmed quickly if they stayed, and though Valerie was still out of breath from the climb, she liked her chances of survival better if they fled than if they fought.

[Assistant]
He whirled, sword leading at the noise and the yelp of pain given off by Valerie. He was glad she was alright, but his heart still raced from the initial shock at the knowledge the two had been discovered. 'We need to move,' he heard. Markus nodded. "Into the ruins," he breathed. He shouldered his way out of the front door, the rickety and worn door breaking off at the strong young man's action. Dust flew as it fell, and both sprinted across the overgrown streets and further into the dead city.

It was strange, for the structures were so overgrown and archaic in design that it seemed as if they were running through both open streets, yet also apart of one huge ancient complex. Even some of the roads were covered by enough vines to warrant them being halls. Markus had little time to marvel at such things, for he heard pursuit ever behind them. He only saw glimpses of a few Orcs, but their warcries echoed off the walls of the archaic buildings.

Finally, Markus saw a causeway at the end of their street before forking left, that led upwards towards massive columns that stood vigil, keeping the towering structure they were entering standing tall for all to gaze upon. Little did the Swordmage and Valerie know that they had stumbled upon the Citadel of
Tombs and the resting place of Kings.

Markus was sure the Orcs had not seen their last turn, but he was taking no chances and continued to run forward. They passed the two central Columns that were wrought of marble and bronze, and within they seemed to be inside a central courtyard of what appeared to be a Palace. Markus slowed and looked about. At the center of the room was a lush and vibrant pool of water, with an extravagant fountain at the center that flowed as if it was still maintained. The water looked clear enough to drink, despite the vegetation that had grown about it. Above them, the ceiling looked to be made of a type of steel glass that Markus did not recognize.

"What is this place?" he asked, more to himself than Valarie. Beneath his feet, the cobblestone had tufts of grass sticking out, as if reaching for the sky and the sun for energy. The two adventurers made it past the courtyard and into what looked like a very mundane great Hall that lead to various different hallways. "Shit..."

Hoots and howls echoed off the walls, and Markus suddenly sensed something down the hallway to the right. "Quick" he said, and ran into the unknown, through halls of stone, marble, and gold. Luckily for them, much of the broken stonework led to sunlight creeping in often enough for them to see at least immediately before them.

Suddenly, Markus skidded to a stop without warning once they reached a certain doorway within one of the halls. Once he stopped, they realized it was no doorway, and they were within no large hall. They were in a much more grand structure. A mausoleum.

At the edge of the room, past statues of Noble Men and Women of high birth, was a great archway covered in stone, with flowing runes that drew the eye with their glow of magic, burning lightly into one's retina if they looked away. Markus approached cautiously, examining the runes and placing a hand upon the rock of the 'doorway.' It was warm to the touch...

Behind them, Orcish cries echoed. It was hard to tell if they were close or not. He believed he could read these runes. "This was the magic I sensed...or...a part of it." he said.


[System]
Age: 22

Gender: Female

Appearance/Looks:sp.yimg.com/xj/th?id=OIP.Mcb4ac5b247d6..

Species: Human

Sexual Preference: Heterosexual

Likes: Secrets, darkness, hiding, attention

Dislikes: Dishonesty, witnessing others acting cruel, people who are too optimistic

Bio: Jaze is a bit of a pessimist, but she hides it rather well. She is very introspective, so oftentimes she will go into one of her hiding places to escape the world (one of her favorites is the roof of her house). Jaze will continue to run and hide, but all she desperately wants is for someone to come after her - someone to tell her it's going to be okay. She's always been so strong on the outside, never to let anyone see how she really feels. She doesn't want to push anyone away - she doesn't want to scare anyone. But this all may be about to change...

She was born into a sweet, little family and had a pretty good home life until the age of seventeen when both of her parents passed away in a terrible accident. She has raised herself since then, getting a job and maintaining good grades - Jaze put herself through college and just recently graduated. She does all this and puts up a front, while on the inside, she feels as if everything she's doing is all for nothing. Her main focus now is surviving...

Occupation: Jaze is a waitress at her local bar and grill and has had numerous other jobs up until this point.

Country of Origin: North America

Feelings about meeting their soul mate: She is very excited, but anxious about meeting her soulmate. She has always longed for someone to call her own - someone to love. As the date gets closer and closer, she can feel it in her bones, the feeling of something new.

Soul mate:

[User]
Aria Kelly

Friday. Research day has slowly become his favorite day of the week. A day dedicated to getting hands on with the newest tech or game was always a good day in Aria's book. That and this was the only day of the week that he didn't have to walk into his stuffy office and get hit on by Alice. The woman meant well, but her constant want to go on a second date. The first one was a definite mistake, but perhaps he should have known better than to turn the charm on and put his hair in her favorite style from the Witcher. She was a big fan of the series. The irony of the train of thought could not be ignored as he slipped the third installment of the series into the disk tray of his PlayStation. Pulling up his notebook, he prepared to try and finish as much of the game as he could until he had to open up the bar. Two hours in, Aria found the game very charming and a great improvement on the series in terms of game play and story. Four hours in, he had become convinced that the writers of the book these games were based on was a misogynist pig overtly obsessed with his silly OC, seeing as he had slept with at least 6 different women within his time playing and they all being fine with Geralt's lack of care. At the end of his play session, Aria felt fit to go on a Tumblr rant that would make even the most fervent of feminazi's pause, but decided that he would simply drink while he tended the bar instead. Perhaps Alice wanted to him to pick up a few tips from the main character, but didn't believe he had it in him. His track record with the fairer sex couldn't fill in a pamphlet with all of the gritty details included. His thoughts wandered toward his mark on his wrist as he stepped into the shower.

This single character, written in no identifiable language, with an almost ominous feel seemed to stare back at him as the warm water ran over his person. It seemed to be his mother's native tongue, beyond human pronunciation and layered in meaning yet to be discovered. He had found similar marking when researching his mother's roots, but usually he would find nothing more than the symbol. On the one occasion that he found someone who could interpret his mother's trademark 'rune,' this madman's speech was a jumble of different languages forming a sentence that roughly translated to "one third whole." This phrasing brought into question the existence of his mother having sisters or brothers, but when he tried to learn more from the madman, he cursed at Aria and told him to begone half-breed. He had killed himself that very night. Although curious, Aria figured that he would have to leave the discovery of his mother's family in fate's hands and wait for more promising clues for the trail had run dry. Stepping out of the shower, Aria busied his thoughts with the work coming his way. After the fifth renovation of his bar, Ye Ole Huntsman became the preferred pre-game spot for a younger clientele heading to other clubs and bars. The hours of 9-11 were his busiest hours during the weekends, which required him to talk to many ignorant people. An loathsome task, however he couldn't ignore the income it was netting him. Taking a hit of his bong before brushing his teeth and using mouthwash, Aria got dressed for work. Stepping out of his apartment building, Aria quickly rushed to the subway and began to take the short ride downtown. Opening the bar up, he soon found his employees coming out of the woodwork of the city as he unlocked the door. Setting up behind the bar, Aria prepared for a long night of serving.

[Assistant]
Astley pauses and looks around. Then, a large smile stretches across his face as large dragonfly style wings unfurl and he launches into the sky. With the wind hitting his face and blowing through his air he feels at home. His eyes close as he enjoys the air. However, all good things come to an end. He 'lands' by Aria's bar and stands back up. Considering that his form of landing is usually falling on his butt, it makes sense that he tries to straighten up first. He walks in curiosity getting the best of him. That and the thoughts of heavy liquor.
As he walks in he straightens up his hair more. Of course, he had forgotten that he is in his normal clothes but with his doctor coat. That is quite embarrising for him. Now he tries to act natural as he walks up to the bar.

[User]
Aria Kelly

Wings.... Luminescent wings and a sweet scent that reminded him of flowers. If Aria didn't know any better. Pixie? Fairy? Aria had a hard time telling the difference with males. Either way, the man looked haggard and in need of a drink. With a grin, Aria reached under the bar and pulled up a glass and an dark brown bottle. Setting the glass on the bar, he fished out two ice cubes and poured them into the glass with a double of the amber liquid. It was one of Aria's favorites, though he usually had it with a lime. He calmly signaled toward the first patron of the day as he pulled another glass from under the bar. He figured he wanted something strong, but smooth as to not make him regret drinking. He began to fix his own glass as he spoke. "So I've fixed you up with peach whiskey to start. It's on the house. I don't exactly meet many of your kind out and about, so I figured I'd celebrate. Too my first male fairy in the bar." He said as he finished preparing his glass and rose his glass.

He studied the man calmly as he waited for a response. By his lab coat and hospital ID pinned to him, Aria deducted that the man was either a doctor or worked in a lab. Perhaps the creature wanted to vent about his day. Depending on his response, Aria may have found his drinking partner for the night.

[Assistant]
Astley blinks then chuckles. "Close but not quite" he takes the drink and does a salute with it. "Thank you" wide smile before he tosses it back. "Now I must ask...what are you? Not many can come even close when my glamour is intact" his eyes sparkle with curiosity. He is right, usually the glamour keeps him hidden...unless it is his birthday. But, it is not so the curiosity remains intact.
He leans forward and his eyes seem to take on a more feral nature as he studied the man. The smile remaining on his face becoming slightly more sinister. After all, he may be a generally good person but he is still a pixie king. And that gives him a few difficulties when it comes to acting human.

[User]
Aria Kelly

Aria snapped his finger. Fairies and Pixies always gave him trouble. He then realized that the man was wearing a glamour, his human and Pixie forms trading places every time he blinked. His Kin blood would reveal truths in all of his senses, much like synesthesia however discernible to him. Which sense it takes advantage of and when was completely random, so it hardly has any practical uses, excepting for silly parlor tricks. Sometimes it was even disorienting, when it took over his hearing while someone was lying.

He knew his patron wanted an answer, but he didn't exactly have one. The name of his mother's race wasn't exactly readily available to him and probably inexpiable without being very long winded. He settled on his usual response; one he loathed. "I'm a Royal Vampire or rather a royal vampire half-breed. A bit different from my cousins, who can't control themselves around humans. Blood has no addictive properties for me." Aria took a sip of his drink and hummed with delight. "I can see through simple magics like that on occasion. If I was drunk, I'd just be a normal human as it does require some focus." He calmly placed his glass down on the bar and leaned over. "Anywho, I'm terribly boring so why don't I ask you this?" He said with a grin. "What is a doctor Pixie doing in my bar humble bar? Shouldn't you be defending the forest or something?" He said with a chuckle. Aria already say a business opportunity in this. Could he be another client for his more satisfying work? It had been a solid 2 months since his last case and last time it was a simple ghost. Aria continued to sip on his drink whilst he waited for a response.

[Assistant] Astley chuckles lowly and shrugs. "Nah I ran away from that line" he gives a small smile and raises he glass as a salute. "And forests are terribly inconvenient. My line had a different solution of claiming towns...it was quite...interesting" a look passes through his eyes as he remembers all the teenagers that had been tied down and bled. He shudders and returns to normal. "Anyway I don't often find myself in bars. So I must say I wouldn't know a humble one from a non humble one" he seems to study the glass in his hands for a moment. "Curiosity...what else do you do?" More like he realized he was rambling and decided to quit while he is ahead.

[User]
Jasmine sighs, it has been a long day at work for her and she has just been able to come home and relax. She pulls her folded legs towards her chest and rests her chin. Jaze looks out from her roof, up at the stars and the night around her. She senses the settling of the night air - lifting her face to the breeze. The date on her wrist is getting closer and closer - it's all she can think about, it consumes her thoughts daily. What will our soulmate be like? Is he sweet? Charming? Mysterious? Jasmine smiled at the thought of finally having someone to call her own. She then suddenly wrinkled her brow, No, I bet he's a harsh, careless, fool. What makes you think you're actually worthy of a good man? She shakes her head and chooses to ignore that thought. "No," she mutters, "I may not be perfect, and neither will he, but we will be perfect together."

After a while, Jaze decides it's time to go back inside her house. She hoists herself over the edge of the roof, hanging off right above the bed of her truck. She slowly slides down to where it is safe to jump into the truck bed. Once inside her house, she brews herself a hot, steamy, cup of tea. She curls up in the corner of her room, smiling. As Jaze sips on her mug, filled to the brim with her favorite flavor, she thinks of the future – not just with her soulmate, but with the future in general. The sweet scent of cranberry hibiscus fills the room as she dreams.


[System]
CS: Going to work on this over the next few days as I get free time.
Age: 17

Height: 5'11

Appearence: Ian is a pale guy with short light brown hair. He generally wears a green T-shirt and blue-jeans as well as his backpack where he keeps all of his gear.

Personality: Ian tends to be fairly laid back in most situations, though if his pokemon is in danger he quickly becomes serious. He is also deceptively analytical, often throwing his opponents off guard when his strategy comes together.
History:
.
 Ian was born in the distant Orre region's Agate Village where he was raised by his grandparents. Naturally, in a village filled with senior citizens there wasn't much to do but explore the woods surrounding it and loaf around the village...the former quickly becoming boring without any Pokemon around. As soon as Ian grew old enough to leave the village he said goodbye to all of the old people and made his way to Pyrite town to live with his cousin and see if he could find some excitement. He found all of the excitement that he could have wanted in watching the Colosseum matches. Seeing people compete for prizes that he could only dream of quickly replaced that excitement with envy as he started wanting to participate. Without a Pokemon though, all he could do was spectate.

 That all changed after a trainer that had won the tournament decided he didn't want the dark blue Pokemon egg that had been the prize. Apparently hatching an egg was was "not worth the effort." The man tossed the egg behind him directly at the wall. Luckily Ian managed to catch the egg and bring it home. With no prior knowledge on Pokemon eggs he was forced to contact his grandparents and ask for their advice. Not only did they explain most of what Ian needed to know they sent him a pokeball and an incubator. Weeks later, a small Sneasel emerged from the egg only to be caught immediately. Ian and Sneasel spent almost every waking moment training or watching Colosseum matches in preparation for what they expected to be their competitive debut. Unfortunately for Ian, Sneasel refused to train without Ian training simultaneously. On the up side this kept both of them in good shape despite them both being almost constantly exhausted.

 After a year the pair felt that it was time to challenge the Colosseum. After borrowing his cousin's Growlithe (as the battles were doubles only) Ian signed himself up. While the group never progressed passed the finals, they had certainly made a name for themselves among the competitors. They almost consistently lost to the same trainer, the same man that had thrown the egg about a year before. Ian didn't know how, but Sneasel seemed to know this fact and all of her training on keeping her calm went out the window. It was so bad that she didn't even seem to pay attention to Ian at all during the battles and only focused on trying to defeat the man's Ursaring and Fearow. If that wasn't bad enough, Growlithe didn't last too long without Sneasel's assistance.

 Every time they lost, Sneasel became more and more upset. She seemed to feel pretty bad about neglecting Ian's orders. The only thing that the pair knew to do though, was train. After six consecutive losses the man seemed to take an interest in Sneasel's capabilities. He stopped Ian on his way out the door and asked where the young trainer had gotten such a promising ice type. After Ian revealed that Sneasel was the exact one that the man had thrown away all that time ago, the man tried to take Sneasel claiming that she was his property. Naturally, Sneasel didn't like the idea and immediately gave the man an ice punch to the kidneys, nearly killing him. After returning his cousin's Growlithe and explaining the situation, Ian and Sneasel managed to leave town and make their way to the coast. While Ian didn't exactly feel bad about what happened, he did know that they couldn't exactly stay in Orre. The man that Sneasel had assaulted was pretty wealthy after all of those victories in the Colloseum and could probably have the pair arrested or killed.

 Fortunately Sneasel had also stolen the man's wallet when she had attacked him so it wasn't difficult to buy their way onto a ship bound for the distant Kosei region and get away from all of this. His Grandfather had called Professor Tsuga in advance for a pokedex and his registration as a pokemon trainer. Ian and Sneasel's journey had finally begun in earnest, just not the way either had expected.

Preferred Starter: Sneasel

Team:
Pokemon: Sneasel
Name/Nickname: none
AL: 20
Gender: Female
Ability: Pickpocket
Moveset: Ice Punch, Feint Attack, Taunt, Icy Wind

Bag items:
Pokegear with map and radio card.
-5 pokeballs
-5 potions
-National Pokedex

[User]
Before going to the Lab...

Sidine put her magnifying glass up to her eye as she peered at Ralts, but she froze when she heard what Hadaron had just said. A look of shocked realization spread across her face, her mouth forming into a large "O". "Oh Metapods! The Lab! You're right, we must be going. We can't be late!" She beckoned to Hadaron as she began jogging in the direction of the lab, Ramsey clinging to her shoulder tightly to avoid falling off.

At the Lab...

Sidine sat quietly for the majority of the Professor's presentation, occupying herself with wiping off her face and arms with a damp towel that became gradually more blackened with dirt. When the Professor was finally ready for questions, Sidine was more than ready to ask. "Why yes, Professor. I was curious as to a few of your points. Despite their obscure motives, couldn't Team Tyrannical still pose a threat if we were to obtain rare Pokemon during our travels? I have read up on villainous teams from other regions, and that seems to be their go-to tactic." Sidine adjusted her glasses before continuing. "Would it not be better, in this case, to have trainers team up? For their own safety?"

[Assistant] Hadaron quickly followed after Sid not wanting to be left behind and they both arrived and had to wait several minutes with a couple of other trainers before the professor finally arrived and gave his presentation so to speak. Hadaron listened carefully eager to learn more about the region but was disappointing to find that they weren't told much. He was about to speak up when Sid began talking and covered the point he had been about to bring up. Though in hindsight the professor had never said they couldn't travel in groups, he simply hadn't recommended it. Hadaron agreed with Sid's points but decided to stay silent until the professor addressed the issue.

[User]
'Misplaced the Pokeballs?' Haskell thought,
 'A bit unorthodox, this guy.'

He was seated along the back row, with Eevee curled up on his lap. He listened close to what the professor had to say. This business about a villainous team wasn't much different than what he'd heard about others in his travels, but he could tell by Tsuga's body language that something was off. There must be other details that the professor wasn't letting on about. Regardless, Haskell didn't ask any questions.

The idea of teaming up didn't excite Haskell very much, but after a bit of thought he decided that Eevee might appreciate having some other people around. Haskell spoke, "What do you think, Eevee? See anyone worth talking to?"

Eevee snapped out of her casual daydreaming and scanned around the room. There were a lot of choices, but nobody stood out to her immediately. She couldn't help but be indecisive, as Haskell had put her on the spot without warning. After a few minutes Eevee's face contorted in slight annoyance, then she buried her head under her tail.

Haskell raised an eyebrow, but quickly turned his attention back to the professor. He'd figure out the group situation later, but for now he was interested in hearing if Tsuga had anything more to say.

[Assistant]
Tsuga grunted as he sorted nervously through his papers. "I knew I was forgetting something! That's one of the main reasons I needed you all to be here at the same time." Tsuga said. "Of course, while I would rather you all avoided getting Team Tyrannical's attention by seeking out rare pokemon, I couldn't possibly expect you to completely ignore your impulses and stay away from them altogether. Naturally, travelling in a large group could also garner more attention than necessary."

Tsuga brought out a large map of the Kosei region and placed it on a table.

"Directly East of here is the town of Vareena. The grass type gym leader, Nina, resides here. Then we have Mesalon to the North. This is where the Normal type gym, led by Kin, happens to be." Tsuga closed the map and adressed the group once more. "Both of these paths are perfectly viable for the start of your journeys. My advice would be to split up into two groups and head for either town."

[User]
So a trainer needed certain badges just to be able to get into certain areas of Kosei? It sounded a bit complicated, but Trey immediately noticed a silver lining in all this. Requiring badges to be in certain areas would apply not just to him, but the other trainers in the region as well, or so logic dictated. That meant that, no matter how many gyms he challenged, there'd be no shortage tough trainers to test his skill against. And that, Trey decided, was alright with him.

But then the Team Tyrannical stuff got brought up. Now, Trey didn't know a whole lot about them. News about Kosei rarely reached as far as Johto, and that included this organization's actions. However, from what was described about them, Trey could tell that unless they were stopped it was going to be Team Rocket all over again. Yes, Trey was there when Team Rocket took over Slowpoke Well, heck he'd even heard first hand about their famous takeover of Goldenrod City. Of course, he was only a little kid back then, so he couldn't have done anything to stop them at the time, not that he ever needed to, since that one trainer took them all down single-handedly. What was their name? Ethan? Or was it Kris? He was a bit too young at the time to remember fully.

Not that any of this was going to deter Trey, not by a long shot. If he ran into those Team Tyrannical guys, he'd just have to follow that previous trainer's example and fight them tooth and nail until they were running away with their tails between their legs. Not an easy prospect, but if young trainers like Red and Ethan could do it, then there was no reason why the trainers in this room couldn't rise to the challenge as well.

While listening to the Professor, Trey checked the map on his Pokegear. There were two places he could choose to go first. Mesalon, which was slightly closer and had a Normal Type Gym; and Vareena, which was slightly farther but offered a Grass Type Gym which Glider could easily take on. Then again, Glider hadn't learned any actual Flying type moves yet so they could probably go either way, "What do you think, bud?" he whispered to the Gligar who was undoubtedly looking at the map from on Trey's shoulder. The Gligar just shrugged, also unsure what to choose.

"Actually, Professor," said Trey when questions were allowed, "I was wondering if maybe you were offering any Pokedex's. I came from Azalea Town so I didn't get to pick one up from Professor Elm."

[Assistant]
"Why, of course. I'll be right back." Professor Tsuga said as he turned around and walked back into his office.

A few moments later, the professor walked back with one of the red devices. After inserting the national card, Tsuga handed the boy, Trey if he remembered correctly, the device and walked back to the head of the room to face the trainers once more. He was admittedly curious about who each of them would team up with for their adventures.


[System]
Age: 23
Race: Half-Elf
Appearance:
School: The Shallow Step
Fighting Style: Jinque. Seikatsu is adept at fast, pinpoint strikes. He is never aiming for external physical damage, instead he uses his strikes to wear down the natural defenses his opponent's have. Once a chink in the armor is exposed so to speak, he attacks violently with strikes empowered by his chi. He is graceful and meticulous, his body always just out of reach of a sudden attack and reacting instantly to attack in return. His attacks are often spear hand strikes, using his long hands and fingers to give him the benefit of range. His chi empowered heavy strikes are often open palmed for 'force' strikes and allow a greater area to be affected by his chi.

Seikatsu also uses his chi to speed himself up, funneling inhuman energy into his legs to propel himself at faster speeds. At his fastest he simply becomes a flash of his crimson uniform. He is still attempting to learn how to create "clones" from his after image with Chi.

Weaknesses: Seikatsu is wholly focused on forms and precision that he develops tunnel vision quite easily. He needs to focus on a single target to be effective and as such his weakness is overwhelming odds. A break in his form will leave him clouded for the smallest time to be lethal.

Weapons: n/a

History: Seikatsu is a half elf, a man between worlds of the human and the elf world. Despite there being relative peace between all races, the idea of a half-caste is still mildly frowned upon and as such; Seikatsu never knew his parents...instead growing up in an orphanage. His childhood was fraught with the usual dangers of growing up in the Valley of The Beggars Song.

His childhood in the orphanage left him to realize to use all of his assets that his race gave him. His speed, his charm and his lithe grace were all assets to him as he escaped from most trouble. Despite this, his teenage years forced him into some of the commonly known blood pits that held the illegal fights attributed to the Valley. Once again his speed and grace were channelled into something that was new. A fighting style. His focus developed in his childhood became something more. He discovered some idea of what was known as magic. His chi became powerful strikes that tore arms out of sockets after his strikes hit home. Having become a renowned fighter, he was taken under the wing of the master of the Shallow Step and taken in to her school. There he became a quick study and was enrolled into the grand tournaments.

My relation to... Yin Hu.

"I remember the manbeast from the Valley...we always came to blows to see who was faster and more precise"

[User]
Lee walked down the gangway to the red ship. He didn't even know why he was even here right now. He did not need to go to the Secret Cove for anything about it. He knew that Boar would be there. He figured that they could have a real fight in front off all those people. They had just fought in a local market place. It had ended in a draw with enither of them being able to continue and not get caught by the guards.

When he got on he heard the two arguing with each other. He hated when anyone hurt someone else Lee saw red. He quickly moved and flipped over the dwarf and grabbed him. He quick threw him into the wall of the ship. He had learned that trick fighting Boar so fighting the Orc did have some perks. He looked at the vendor and gave her his best smile. "Hey beautiful. Name's Lee." He said laying it on thick. He was shameless. The girl had his full attention. "Did I mention I beat an Orc?" He boasted.

[Assistant]
Yin Hu watched the water closely. He didn't really have a choice.
Some people would say that he watched the water because cats had a natural hatred for the stuff. Others would claim that his instincts had taken over, and he was looking for fish. A third would claim to know for a fact that manbeasts loved to ride fast things such as ships, and stick their heads off the side and feel the wind. Ten they'd laugh and move along. They were all wrong, and Yin hoped that the trio was going to the tournament, and that he'd be lucky enough to see someone beat the snot out of them. It was very unlike Yin to be so vindictive, but he was in a special situation.
The reason why Yin was hanging over the railing was simply that he was horribly seasick. You couldn't tell for the fur, but he felt green and the whole world was rocking in a way that should never happen. To top it off it was Yin's first time on a ship, and if he had anything to say about it, it would also be his last. Master Gan Fang had insisted upon the ship, saying that last year they'd almost arrived too late, and they'd been attacked by bandits on the way.
Not that a few bandits posed a problem, most of them had simply picked up a sharp object and fancied themselves fighters… But arriving late was strictly against the master's character and so it could not happen again.

After feeding the fishes for a while, Yin felt certain that he could not possibly do so any more and pushed as hard as his muscles would allow in the wooden side of the boat. He'd wrapped his tail around a nearby rope for stability, but even by pulling as hard as he could manage, he could not lift himself up. His muscles were weaker than ever before and his belly, even though it was empty, felt like a big barrel about to tip over.

"What's the matter, can't handle the sea? Hahaha!"
The voice belonged to a crew member, a rotten kind of man that smelled strongly of sweat, dirt, alcohol and sea. You could easily tell the crew apart from the fighters on the ship. Martial artist over all took great pride in their abilities and wanted to make their school look good. By dressing up they gave the illusion that martial arts were indeed an art form, like painting or calligraphy… Not pummelling your opponent to death with blunt force or ripping joints out of their sockets by manipulating arms and legs. The men of the sea however could not care less. They dressed little better than in rags and some of them had obviously not cared enough about their appearance, or the noses of their passengers, to have a bath before they set out.
The crew man slapped Yin on the back with enough force to overpower the manbeast's already taxed muscles and sent him straight into the railing with a thud that almost knocked the wind out of him. Saliva gathered in his mouth again, just like it had before, when he was going to throw up, and only seconds later he could feel his stomach turning itself inside out.
The crew man walked away laughing. Off to tell the tale to his buddies, it would be a long trip...

[User]
"Jeeoh-Jeeoh-Chee, Jeeoh-Jeeoh-Bah, Jeeoh-Jeeoh-Jeeoh, Shure-Shure-shure!"
Hanging off the back of the ship was a green monstrosity doing chin-ups to pass the time. He was forbidden from using a mast in fear he would break it or disrupt the ship but if he fell off the back into the sea would be no-one's loss. Slowly he clambered up over the back and looked out over everyone with a great smile, at least everyone hoped it was a smile and not just a ferocious under-bite.

He came down the stairs on the port side to see a catfolk returning its tuna to the sea. He offered a soft pat to its back and looked up when there was a commotion and there was Lee. Typical. For the moment the great lumbering beast got down low to the railingand watched what was happening like a child sneaking a peat at what he shouldn't see. Slow breathing took the fire out of his limbs as the soreness faded in minutes what should have taken hours to recover.

[Assistant]
The woman that Lee helped turned flush red. Upon closer inspection, Lee realizes that the woman is a human nearly triple his age. She smiles affectionately, flashing discolored teeth as she bows repeatedly. "Thank you kind sir!" A look of disappointment begins to show as she stares at all of her items scattered on the floor. "I would offer you a free meal on the house but as you can see, my wares have all gone to waste. Maybe there are other ways I can repay you?" She winked.

"Who did that!?" Tsubo the dwarf clambers onto his feet. Apparently the motion of Lee's throw was so sudden that the dwarf from The Shallow Step was caught completely unaware. Duang, the young human he had been arguing with, clapped his hands with a smug expression. "Ha! What display of balance, dwarf!" Duang points a finger at Lee, eying his appearance with a grin. "Looks like the Shallow Step is no challenge for a beggar!" Some martial artists laugh, while others silently anticipate what would happen next.

---

A man in a loose garb was walking in the same direction as the crewman that had roughhoused Yin Hu. In his hands were two cups of warm tea, likely bought from one of the vendors. The crewman snickered. "Oh, that extra one for me? Thanks." Just as he attempts to swipe the cup from the man's hands, the crewman stops mid-stride, clutching at his stomach. It felt as though something had struck him right in the gut. The man with the cups of tea pauses, looking at the sailor as he begins to abruptly vomit off to the side of the boat. "Here." The man places one cup on the rail, giving two pats on the crewman's back with his free hand. "Do not be ashamed. Even the most seasoned men are folly to these ever shifting waters." And with that he left the sailor to his business.

He approached the manbeast. A large orc offered temporary comfort with a gentle pat on his back, then walked off to see what was going on at the main deck. The man placed his last cup of tea on the railing next to the manbeast. "This will help." He said, facing him. "You must be Master Gan Fang's new student? My name is Lu Fau."

[User] Near the bow of the ship sat an imposing figure wreathed in mystery. Most people hadn't seen an Oni before, in fact even the name was becoming little more than myth. However there one sat, the smell of kizami almost as thick as the clouds that surrounded his figure. As it stood, the Oni did not know much about this invitation, only that it asked for his presence. Having fulfilled a couple weeks stay in a mountain cave the lap of water and the lull of the rocking ship was a welcome change of pace. It didn't help the stares though, people always gave him the most peculiar ones when they walked by. In the end it was of little relevance and with a new pinch of kizami in his Kiseru before igniting it with a spark of Chi, taking a deep drag before exhaling slowly as Hokori sat in contemplative silence.

[Assistant]
The ashen haired half elf sat on the deck of the boat. His eyes open, the piercing green of his iris' flicking between all of the faces of the individuals that contorted into visages of happiness, anger and smug assuredness; and bodies that warmed the air around him. His pointed ears twitched ever so slightly as he listened to the lapping waves that caressed the wooden boat. He was very calm, despite the flicking eyes. This commotion was nothing compared the crying, wailing and moaning he was exposed to in the orphanage he had grown up in. The Valley was always so loud, a room full of children without parents in The Valley was even louder. His eyes flicked up to watch a dwarf and a human come to argue over which school was better. Tsubo, the dwarf and a familiar face to Seikatsu, traded barbs with the human before being tossed around by someone else after threatening a peddler. Seikatsu stood. This did not reflect well on Master Iyo...and the insult that followed didn't either. The half elf sighed, gave his shoulders a roll and blurred toward the human Spider student. A flash of crimson streaked across the main deck, Seikatsu burning a small amount of chi to speed himself up, he struck the Grieving Spider student three times. Once in the back, twice on either side of the body before blurring in front of him. Seikatsu gave an easy crooked grin to the student "such insults will not go unpunished my friend" he pressed his hand flat against the student's chest and gave a slight push with his chi, sending the Spider student crumpling to his knees "I suggest you do not do that again."

Seikatsu turned on his heel and walked to Tsubo. He clamped his hand on the dwarves shoulder and leant down "the same will happen to you...should you act so ignoble once more Tsubo." Seikatsu squeezed the dwarfs shoulder before striding over to Lee. His eyes appraised the man "I apologize for Tsubo...his attitude still needs tempering...but that throw" he smiled and held his hand out "you were that violent champion from the other blood pit in the valley right? Lee isn't it?" Seikatsu smiled.


[System]
Age: 13
Hometown: Blackthorn City
Appearance (pic preferred):
Starter: Mudkip
Bio: Liam dreamed of being a pokemon trainer like his father was once upon a time. He has a fondness for dragons. He dreamed of what the Dragon's Den would look like and hopes to one day be able to visit it. Liam traveled tough Kanto with Shiaranui. The two faced off in the final round of the tournament. When Liam was a baby, he had a babysitter, a Chansey named Florence. (She has evolved since Liam left on his journey.) A slip on a wet floor in the Pewter City Museum revealed that his hair is only dyed black. It was revealed in Blackthorn City, that he is the son of a Nurse Joy. He was as a random trainer called him when he was 5, "The shiny Pokémon of humans." Liam also explained that he uses a special dye, that has Bluk Berries as a key ingredient.
 Liam participated in and won the first ever Dragon Cup in Blackthorn City, having teleported home for it with his shiny Alakazam, Sherlock. He has also mastered the Battle Chateau in Kalos.

Requested Legend(s): Rayquaza, Latios, Jirachi, Deoxys
and his rival:

Name: Trevor Walton
Age: 13
Hometown: Vermilion City
Appearance (pic preferred):
Starter: -
Bio: Trevor disliked Liam, he disliked Liam solely due to the fact that he felt inadequate, believing Liam is coincided by his looks and talent in training. During the trip though Kanto, Trevor more or less followed the path of Blue in the original games. Recently, Trevor has warmed up some to Liam and Shiranui. He still may not particularly like them, but he respects them as strong Pokemon Trainers.

[User] "There's an easier way to find out," Shiranui interjected before things got awkward, "Titania, use Attract on Khuda's Ralts! Titania is female so if her Attract affects your Ralts, we can deduce its gender as male." The Gardevoir conjured a love heart and sent it fluttering at Ralts.

[Assistant]
Khuda let out a sigh. She didn't want to take any chances, or see...that. Ralts slowly yawned, looking to the gardevoir. At the heart hit it softly, they exploded into tinier ones and ralts lazily swatted at them before slouching slightly to sneeze. It looked around, checking with khuda to see what was the matter. Khuda shrugged then looked to shiranui. She was about to say something when mankey let out a screech. IT's eyes where large, pulsating pink hearts.
"Well, I guess it worked on someone"

[User] "We now know your Mankey is a male and your Ralts is female," Shiranui concluded, "Therefore she will eventually evolve into a Gardevoir herself." He recalled Titania and sent the Gardevoir back out, curing the collateral attraction.

[Assistant] "Well, I knew he was, but ralts...I guess a gardovoir is cool" She said. She felt bad for the thing. She didn't exactly comprehend the whole physic power power ordeal, but she was trying her best. She wasn't sure this thing would every get very strong with her...Maybe she aught to trade it.

[User] "Would you like a demonstration of how psychic powers actually work?" Shiranui asked, offering a glimpse of what Khuda may be getting into.

[Assistant] Lance picked up Zhonya and held her in the air, "well we can become strong together since me and you a fresh trainers" Lance said trying to add some positivity.

[User] "I'd love to see one, I bet it will help me train this little guy. My monkey is gonna be one tough sparing partner after all" she said, eagerly awaiting to see what the gardivoir can do. She was pretty limited in psycic types where she was from, and had never seen one use realing attacks of their own. "I agree lance, I really do hope we can prove to be formidable foes some day"

[Assistant] "Titania, do your stuff!" The Gardevoir's eyes glowed a bright cyan colour and a series of stones acquired the same glow. Titania used her psychic powers to levitate the stones and spin them around like a ring system. "This is how a psychic Pokémon would attack their opponent," stated Shiranui, "What Titania is using is a move called Confusion—a move that a lot of psychics learn as their first same-type attack move and Ralts is no exception. In fact, Confusion is the first attacking move the Ralts species can learn."

[User] Liam had Gallade helping with the demonstration.

[Assistant] *both Ralts and khuda where mesmerized by this display. She now though psychic types where awesome, they had such cool moves, and knowing her time critter could do something like that was so great. Unfortunately for her, she still didn't understand how they work. But now she was more dedicated than ever.

[User]
"It's all in the mind," stated Shiranui, "Lance, Khuda, for both of your Ralts to start using these moves you need to help them with their mental focus as the mind is their greatest weapon. Another facet of training a psychic is the telepathic link they can share with you and others. If you hear voices in your mind, that's often a sign that a Psychic-type Pokémon is communicating with you through telepathy—also known in that context as mind speech."
"Like what both Gallade and I can do," added Titania through telepathy, projecting her mind speech to everyone in close proximity.
"The telepathic link can also help you understand Pokémon speech patterns and allow better communication," Shiranui continued, "For you, Khuda, once your Ralts is proficient at telepathy you can understand what your Mankey is saying through mind links."

[Assistant]
Khuda straightneed and shivered when the words went through her head. After all this, she then nodded and began to walk once more. Now she was very excited to have a ralts. It was going to be tough, but she would teach it just like hers.
"Alright. Let's get to this next places so I can really train"

[User] Lance was fascinated, "that's awesome" he spun around with zhonya. He was excited to raise zhonya. Lance knew he would need Zhonya's help if he was to be great and surpass Liam,shiranui, and Khuda. "Yeah we should get going"

[Assistant] Shiranui felt happy to have taught Lance and Khuda what it meant to train a Psychic type Pokémon as he returned Titania. "Yes, let's."

[User]
After a quick trip though Petalburg Woods, they returned to Mr. Briney's shack. Inside he was playfully chasing his Wingull, Peeko. He saw Liam and his friends in the doorway.
"Ah, welcome back." He replied. "Are you ready to go to Dewford Town?" he inquired. Liam confirmed that they were. Mr. Briny led the group onto his boat and set sail for Dewford. After five minutes, the boat arrived. Liam went and checked in at the Pokémon Center.

[Assistant]
"It was a good thing we helpedn him out back there"
Lance said walking into the Pokemon center.

[User] Khuda walked towards the cave nearby almost instantly. She was eager to try out of ralts and try to catch a geodude. She was planning to train with her mankey as well.

[Assistant] Shiranui went with Khuda to Granite Cave. There was a Pokémon in the cave he wanted to catch.

[User] "Shiranui, what are you doing?" She said as he entered. She rushed here very quickly, and was wearing sweat bands and shorts. Her mankey and ralts also wore sweat bands and all three had some sort of jazz-ersize routine. They continued to work at a fast pace, but she seemed to watch him.

[Assistant] Liam rushed down to the cave to train after he was done healing his Pokémon. He greeted his friends once he caught up.

[User] Still doing her strange exercise, she looked to Liam, slightly sweat and nodded. "Hey, you too?"

[Assistant] "I'm looking for a certain Pokémon to catch and I'm also training for the gym," answered Shiranui, assuming Liam was here to train as well, "How's your training going?"

[User] "We have only started! When I'm dont, this ralts will have a sixback, biceps like a machamp and the best endurance you've seen yet!" She said speeding up, and her Pokémon did as well.

[Assistant] Shiranui raised an eyebrow. "I understand you doing that for your Mankey, but training a female Ralts is an entirely different process," he stated, "They fight with their minds instead of their muscles."

[User] Lance and Zhonya were walking on the beach side. "Alright Zhonya we need to do some training, I'm gonna need your help this gym is a fighting type gym so this is good for you" Lance said. Zhonya enjoyed the feeling of the sand and water , she nodded to lance. "How about we go to the cave to train by lifting rocks and stuff. Zhonya nodded in agreement. They walked over to granite cave and stopped right at the entrance. "We don't wanna go to deep and get lost this is perfect, various sizes of rocks to work our way up" Lance smiled,

[Assistant] "Oh...Well...I guess I'll have to take a break then... Mankey, you keep going, I'll be back!"

[User] Shiranui decided to keep watch over Mankey while Khuda was away.

[Assistant] Khuda, still in shorts and sweat bands dashed off with her ralts deep into the cave. As soon as she was out of sight, mankey stopped to go and follow her. He stayed crouched and quiet, clearly trying to make sure she didn't notice him.

[User]
Shiranui noticed Mankey sneak towards Khuda, but before he could follow and see what was going on, he saw a Mawile and snapped into action. "Niwatori, I choose you!" He sent his Torchic out and the battle was on. Niwatori felt a little afraid thanks to Mawile's Intimidate ability. "Use Ember!" Mawile looked cutely at Niwatori before snapping its jaws around and biting down hard. Niwatori, spat lots of embers right inside the jaws and Mawile felt a lot of damage from the attack. "Dusk Ball, go!" Shiranui threw a Dusk Ball and Mawile was drawn in. The ball shook a lot as Mawile was trying to escape with all its might, but it wasn't easy since the ball was specialised for dark places. A ping was heard as the red light on the ball went out. "Welcome to the team, Gimansha."

Shiranui let his newly-caught Mawile back out and presented his new friend with a small spherical stone that looked like a marble. "I know you may not like me at first, but I promise I will do what's best for you," stated Shiranui. Gimansha was shocked at how caring her new trainer was. "I'll show you a lot more places beyond this island and with this little Mawilite, I can unlock a power that's hidden inside of you. What do you say; friends?" It didn't take Gimansha long to accept Shiranui's offer of friendship after being offered a Mawilite to hold. The Mawile did a cute joyful dance and Shiranui smiled in response. "Let's go see what Mankey's up to."

After returning Niwatori, Shiranui and Gimansha went in the direction the trainer saw Mankey go.

[Assistant]
Mankey was peeking out from behind a rock, watching with slanted eyes and khuda pointed her finger in front of her and shouted.
"Ralts, confusion!"
The ralts would tuck in and squeeze, letting out a groan, but couldn't do it. Khuda would tell it to keep trying and they would keep going. Over and over, again and again. Mankey shook his head, letting out a sigh before sneaking to another area, knocking on stones. Finally as he knocked one, a pokemon came over, it was rather tubby and yellow. A makuhita! The two exchanged their names in quiet again and again before the Makuhita nodded and cheerfully walked towards the trainer and ralts and pushed over ralts. Khuda looked to it in anger and stomped her foot. "Hey! What's the big idea? You jerk, you better scram before I-" She shouted in anger, ralts getting up. just as the tiny pokemon got back up, makuhita pushed it down again. Khuda grit her teeth and clenched her fist. She was about to take on this pokemon on her own! Still, she knew she needed to train her own pokemon first. "Ralts, don't just take this! Do something" she ordered, but the ralts only let out a whimper. Mankey did a double take and facepalmed.

[User] Shiranui took the opportunity and stepped in. "Khuda, if you want your Ralts to fight back, you need to believe in her," stated Shiranui, "Right now, she's reading the turbulent feelings in your mind and mirroring them. Watch this." Shiranui addressed Khuda's Ralts with a calm mind. "Ralts, try using Confusion with the feelings in my mind."

[Assistant] The ralts turned to him and gave him a blank stare, only to be pushed down. This time it stayed down, falling asleep. Khuda let out a moan in anger, turning around. "This thing is...I just sleeps!"

[User] "I've seen cases of Pokémon refusing to obey their trainers," stated Shiranui, "The fundamental reason is that Ralts doesn't have any respect for you as a trainer."

[Assistant] Liam had come to the scene. He had Pidgey defeat the Makuhita. He then pulled out the Pokéflute and played it to wake the sleeping Ralts.


[System]
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Only difference is that she has green eyes.
Age: 16

Personality: Jenny is defined by her envy and ambition. If someone else has it, she wants it. This isn't surprising, given that her father is the eternal second in the Pit, but it's led to some tensions amongst her and her sisters in the coven. And she's just fine with that; she is what she is.

Bio: Nearly 17 years ago, Jenny's mother Emma summoned the demon Invidiel. The terms: A daughter now for Emma's soul, to be paid on the child's sixteenth birthday. Thus Jenny.

Life for Jenny and Emma was comfortable, with Emma's magic able to provide everything they needed. Knowing when her end was coming, Emma struck a deal with the coven at the Bloodrose ruins to take Jenny in when she was gone. Till that day, Jenny studied the blasphemous arts intently. Then, the fated night came. As midnight approached, Emma said her goodbyes to Jenny, and... well, it's not every day your mother gets devoured body and soul by a giant ethereal sea serpent.

Jenny made her way to Castle Bloodrose, where her arcane knowledge has made her a valued, if not trusted, sorceress.

Powers: Thanks to the fact that her father's domain is an icy ocean, Jenny's powers tend towards manipulating water and ice. She is, however, very talented in the theoretical aspects of several schools of magic.

What they look for in a partner: Jenny cares not if she beds with man or woman, so long as she can use them to advance her own power and status.

Familiar: A viper named Swiftfang. It can talk, but has no other magical qualities.

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Name: Invidiel

Age: Older than time itself

Bio: It is difficult to overstate how powerful and influential Invidiel has been over the millennia. The serpent that tempted Adam and Eve in the Garden? Him. The Leviathan that shall come at the Apocalypse? Him again. Second in power to only Lucifer among the demons, first to join him in the Fall, Invidiel is a mighty ally... and a lethal enemy.

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Name: Kalisel

Age: Older than time itself, but looks mid-twenties

Personality: Sweet, loving, kind, and slightly innocent, Kalisel is everything one would expect in an angel of Heaven. She also has a curious streak that often gets her in trouble- she's not the kind of person to learn from her mistakes.

Bio: Kalisel served God in the Host of Humility, a minor angel in Michael's ranks. Recently, she was sent to Earth to smite a robber. She did as she was ordered, watching the divine lightning bolt char the criminal beyond all recognition, but she had second thoughts for the first time. Upon giving her report to God, she asked him, "Why?"

And all the Heavenly Host was shocked and terrified into utter silence.

Questioning God's actions is something that angels Just. Don't. Do. It isn't even supposed to be possible, and the only other one to do it of their own free will was Lucifer himself. There was a real possibility of a second revolt in Heaven, only this time, God took swift and decisive action. He hauled Kalisel to the edge of Heaven, ripped off her wings, and threw her down to earth. She fell for a year and a day, before impacting in the muddy ground as a mortal, all her divine capabilities utterly stripped from her. Yet she still seeks to earn back her halo and wings, and the Bloodrose ruins may offer her a chance...

Weapon: A longsword she has named Forgiveness. It has no special properties.

What they look for in a partner: Kalisel is hurting, and she needs a man who will give her comfort from her tragic past.

Pet: None yet.

[User]
~Phoebe Longhurst~

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Phoebe watched the group of Gnomes burn, their bodies turning to ash from the cleansing flame as they were powerless against Gods righteousness. She took a moment to collect herself. It wouldn't do much to the total number of them, they were popping out of the ground like weeds. Well, maybe if they had a whole squad of Inquisitors here they could do something about it but the rest of these hunters seemed completely ill equipped. Well then, the easiest way to end this was to find whoever was organizing this little attack of the gnomes.

She didn't get long to contemplate the question though. The other gnomes quickly recovered, and she had to quickly defend herself. Three knives left her body, impaling themselves in the Gnomes. One hit right on the mark, burying itself in the creatures eyes, temporarily blinding it, and the other two doing a good job of slowing three of them down. A small lull as they managed to get back to their feet from the injuries, and Phoebe became aware of someone using magic right out in the open. She didn't particularly have time to question it - it seemed as though they were not hostile for the moment so there were more pressing concerns. Phoebe would deal with that later after the immediate threat was over with.

And...were two of them...dancing? Phoebe was distracted by disbelief long enough for a gnome to get uncomfortably close. She barely avoided the creatures claws, sword impaling the creature in its chest. Gnome blood stained her armor and cloak, the vile substance not tarnishing her body thanks to her garments. They just kept coming, didn't they? There had to be something she could do. Something the rest of the hunters could do.

"THE ONE IN THE MIDDLE, KILL THE LINCHPIN!

Phoebe eyes moved towards the middle of the Gnome horde. She didn't have long to contemplate whether it would work or not, but whoever shouted seemed to at least have the right idea. She couldn't watch him for long, but there was definitely something different about the Gnome. Unfortunately, the horde of gnomes between them and it was the thickest. There was no way she was getting close enough to kill them directly, not safely at least. Good thing she didn't need too. With a little luck and help from the other hunters, this would be easy.

"You heard him hunters! The one in the middle!" She shouted, just to make sure that the rest had heard. She reached into her cloak, two firebombs in her hands. The first, was quickly tossed in a haphazard seeming fashion towards the front of the group. The second was lobbed over the horde - and with any luck, it'd fall right on the middle ones head.

@Deos Morran@13org@Ellion@shagranoz @hunter people fighting Gnomes

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Firebomb x3
Holy water x2
Throwing knives x15
Nets x4
Bolts x10
Lavender and Wolfsbane

[Assistant]
A harsh welcome

It all had started two days ago. I was relaxing, sunk deeply into both my armchair and the novel I was reading. It wasn't a particularly good one, but sufficient enough to keep me distracted from what was going on. At first I didn't realize the small shadows moving across the grass fields in front of my house which could be seen through the small window ahead of me. I didn't hear the scratching sound starting to emanate from the other side of the wall.

Then one of these pesky creatures made the mistake to fiddle with the pile of firewood next to it. I always knew it was a precariously stacked up thing, but I'd never have imagined that its collapse would save my life by alerting me - while likely burying the perpetrator beneath itself.

A smirk whizzed across Jared's face. Moisture had condensed on the black hood protecting his head and face from the wind chill, running down in large droplets as it wasn't able to penetrate the material.

I've never seen these things before. Ugly... critters... not even reaching up to my knees, but still eager to bite. I don't know what triggered their rage. Are they new here ? Or are they distrubed by the new presences in the area ? Who knows...

By now, I don't wanna know what happened to my home. I hope it's been completely destroyed and not turned into an infested toehold for these things.

Jared shook his head. Why was he thinking about himself, why painfully repeating in mind what he had experienced in real life ? Maybe the cold had started to drive him dizzy or even mad. Maybe it was the fact that he has been fleeing for two days with hardly eating or drinking anything.

He could see lights in the distance, smell the smoke of burning firewood. Seren's Folley was near and this was a good thing - the horse beneath him seemed to be rather close to collapsing. Who could blame it for this when there had been so little rest while the man riding it was almost scratching the ground with his feet ?

He had been looking forward to just slump onto the very first seat encountered behind the tavern's door. Rumors had it that the Witches' Paradise was a warm place worth the money, but more importantly it also provided rooms which could be rented. Effectively being homeless he'd need such a thing.

Yet Jared's expectations were to meet bitter disappointment. The dark crowd covering the ground, seen from the distance, appeared like a wicked carpet with it's individual knots moving relative to each other while the piece as a whole was traversing on the mud. The sound of fierce fighting could be heard, blood could be smelled - and given what happened Jared was all to eager to join the mess.

The man dismounted in a safe distance and started to run. There was no grinding sound of a sharp blade being pulled out of its sheath. The two black staffs detached from the leather straps holding them onto Jared's back without noise. He had never been subjected to anything close to a special hunter's combat guide, but he had seen his father fighting with these things. If something looked as if it could have a neck, it was worth trying to break it!

The first gnome noticed his steps and deviated from his original course to intercept. Seconds later he was immobilized, the nerves connecting his imbecile thoughts to his muscles crushed beyong repair. And so was the gnome's ribcage once Jared had stepped onto it. There was no time however to enjoy this first kill. He wasn't the one sadistic enough to enjoy killing anyway. It was an ordinary man's anger, even if the man himself made things look like ants when they were looking like mice otherwise.

Jared knew nothing about any of the participants in this fight and he expected this to be mutual, but there wasn't even enough time for him left to be astonished about how effective some of those participants were slaying these pesky creatures. He had come too late to hear the order, so he stayed close to the border of the crowd where the risk of being encircled and gnomes starting to climb onto his back was the lowest. Thank god these staffs were so long: It made targeting their heads much easier if one hadn't to bend down in order to do it.

He focused on another gnome that seemed to be blinded by irrational instinct even more than the first one. Moon hit his head first and while it was hurtling towards the other side, Sun came in second. The momentum made the already cracked skull literally explode - thank god that even Jared's face was almost completely covered in parts of his armor. The reddish, dripping debris ejected from the gnome's head was nothing but disgusting. It followed the flow of gravity down Jared's shoulders, arms, breast and hood not leaving behind much of a noticeable stain. Well at least not in the physical sense. Jared himself was quite close to puking...

@Deos Morran @13org @shagranoz @Rune_Alchemist @WeepingLiberty
[@Every hunter near Seren's Folly]

[User] Now, the gnomes were utterly and truly dead. As the corpses burned, Kalisel turned to the rest of her new comrades. "Good fight, everyone. Don't forget to grab the heads for the bounty; hunting doesn't pay well enough so as it is. I'll see you back at the Witch's Paradise." And with that, the angel picked up a couple of severed craniums and headed back to town. It had been a productive day, even if there were a couple of cuts on her legs.