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ISIDOR LEVIN
Date of Birth: January 5, 1897 (57 years old)
Place of Birth: Odessa, Russian Empire
Occupation: Jeweler, pawnbroker
Affiliation: Levin Gang, subordinate to Hyde Park Gang
Modus Operandi: Protection, illegal gaming, fencing of stolen merchandise

Background/History: Isidor Levin was born into a Jewish family in the Ukrainian port city of Odessa, the only son of a talented and widowed jeweler, Nestor Levin. When the pogroms of 1905 broke out, the elder Levin's store was among those vandalized and looted, while several of their friends and neighbors were killed by the Black Hundreds. Thoroughly fed up with the Russian situation and seeing no future for his son and two daughters in Russia, Nestor Levin was among the many Jews to flee Odessa in 1905, striking out for greener pastures in London.

The eight-year-old Isidor immediately fell in love with London, but it was not as kind to his father. While they did indeed know greater freedom in the new country, the Levin family found their circumstances reduced. Nestor Levin found work exactly where he wanted, in a prestigious Hatton Garden jeweler's shop, but merely as a guard. The pay was adequate but not much more. They were just another immigrant family, not the famous Levins of Odessa. Determined not to let his skill and talent go to waste, Nestor began to pass on the trade to his son Isidor.

He paid close attention to these lessons, but the lad's life took a different turn. Returning from service in the Royal Army Service Corps during the Great War (though he is proud of his service, Isidor is still humble enough to admit that he saw no combat), Isidor noticed a troubling trend in West London. Jewish-owned shops were targeted for harassment and vandalism by other returning Tommies, usually due to the names of the proprietors sounding German to untrained ears. Isidor gathered together a few neighborhood toughs and organized patrols, standing guard outside the shops and turning away anyone with ill intent. Very politely, Isidor requested a small fee for his trouble from the shopowners, citing the difficulty in getting together so many nice young men willing to stick their necks out. The shopkeepers happily paid up, most of them not even realizing that the soft-spoken, polite young Levin boy had just set up a protection racket.

That was the start of the Levin Gang, a few Jews standing in front of delis and bookstores for pocket money. Isidor carefully saved the protection money, investing in a Seven Dials pawnshop in 1921. It was then that his financial prospects really improved. Not only did the pawnshop provide a good stream of legitimate income, it also provided him an excellent opportunity to receive stolen goods and fence them to an interested buyer. Not to mention the spacious basement made a nice private setting for high-stakes games of baccarat and rummy. The money allowed him to do a lot of things- send his sister Rachel to university in Newcastle where she met a husband, send his other sister Zara back to Russia, where she met Communism. It let him buy a nice flat for his father to retire in, donations to charity and local synagogues, a couple more pawnshops, even an old run-down jewelry store.

It also bought the attention of the Adler family. Harry Adler and Levin, both reasonable men, saw the benefits in absorbing the Levin Gang into the Hyde Park set- safety in numbers and increased wealth and resources for both. Levin, unambitious and satisfied with what he was earning, and content with the respect he got from the community, remained on as a permanent lieutenant to the Adlers throughout the years. He serves as both an adviser and something of an honorary uncle to the Adlers, many of whom he watched grow up.

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Cold might be too harsh of a word, but the way Mr. Flowers looked at Mr. Levin was certainly not warmly. Her pretty lashes flickered between the two and she brought her hand up to take another drag on her jig. It was almost done.

"You do?" She confirmed brightly, smiling and finding the right thing to say. "Mr. Levin makes the most beautiful jewelry I must say…" She brought her hand clutching the withering jig and painted harlot red finger nails up to showcase the diamond pendant resting just above her cleavage. "Don't you agree Mr. Flowers?" Her grey blue eyes dared to look up at his for a moment longer before fluttering away demurely.

A smile toyed in the corner of her red lips.

"I think…" She snubbed out the remains of her own cigarette in the ash tray on the bar, and reached forward to take one of the offered specialty blends from Mr. Levin's offered hand. "That Mr. Flowers only smokes cigars…" Harlot red nails pulled out single jig before fumbling for her purse. "But if you don't mind Mr. Levin I will happily take this opportunity..." Half way through this act she recalled that she still didn't have any matches nor a lighter. A look of despair moved over her classic features before she realized she was standing with two smokers.

"Mr. Flowers?" She asked, showing the jig that needed to be lit. He nodded.

Grey eyes drifted up to Mr. Flowers as she placed the cigarette between her lips.

Leaning in carefully (so that her head was bent to the light) she kept the jig in place between her index and middle finger of her left hand while her right cupped the offered flame. Inhaling she looked up coyly through her lashes at Mr. Flowers. Chasity felt a smile trying to work its way across her face before settling back and exhaling.

"Very kind of you…" She murmured, her voice barely audible above the music. Mr. Flowers wasn't really the type to go to social shin digs, at least not the ones Chasity attended. Or more accurately, she rarely saw him at these events. He was a businessman like her brothers, and around their age as well, but she had never thought of him as stuffy or over showy like the Adler Boys could be. But he wasn't someone she could be casually comfortable around like she was with Mr. Levin.

No… Chasity thought as she rested her hand against the bar top, her free one reaching for her drink. They were different kinds of men entirely. Pressing her red (harlot red) lips together so that they formed a perfect O she blew another cloud of smoke out before having a sip of her drink.

"Mr. Levin, this is a nice blend… Were you only teasing when you said you'd give me the name of this batch?" Miss Adler noticed that Mr. Levin had switched over to a stronger drink. Odd. Perhaps he had gotten tired of the fruit? "Of course…"She lowered her voice conspiratorially "We can't tell my brothers, but what they don't know won't kill them right?" That was probably not true. At all. But Chasity Smoking was probably the least of the Adler's concerns.

They were still at their own table arguing and drinking, a few ladies had joined them and Chasity thought it was likely they wouldn't miss her for a while longer.

[Assistant]
Not to his surprise, but at least to his pleasure, Levin made the first move. "May I offer you a cigarette, Flowers?" Flowers. Tom felt like kissing the Jew for providing him with an adequate way of addressing him. Impersonal but personal at the same time. Not offensive, not pleasant, and not inherently disrespectful - that was most important.

However, before Tom could answer the jeweller, Chasity did it for him. "I think," she said, "that Mr. Flowers only smokes cigars." He didn't respond to Chasity's question about Levin's jewellery. Truth is he did like the Jew's work, but preferred to get it from the Russian in Bethnal Green; Ludmil. The prices were roughly 80% cheaper than in-store, but that was likely because he was a jewel thief - the best in Western Europe, in fact - and had, on occasion, lifted some of Levin's pieces. Those were Tom's favourite in truth. He had a number of rings that came from Levin's hands but did not often wear them in the West End. Too many questions to ask, too many names to drop.

"She's right," said Tom, "but it would be poor form if I said no." He gave a light nod in appreciation and took a cigarette from Levin's case. He placed it between his lips and took out a match book from his breast pocket, struck one of the matches, and lit Chasity's cigarette. He did little more than grunt and nod to answer Chasity's smile before bringing the flame to his own cigarette.

After he put the match out, he turned to see Ashley approaching him with a handsome young man. Of the twins, Reggie was easily the more agreeable. He considered continuing the conversation with Levin and Chasity but they'd started off on their own topic, and it would be rude to turn away one of the infamous Krays. Even in the infancy of their criminal careers, they were known throughout the West End.

"Mr. Flowers," started Reggie, "good to see you again."
Tom's face remained unchanged. "Aye, it is." He nodded. "Done boxing, then?"
Reggie shrugged with a cheeky grin, "don't pay like you."
Tom winked at Reggie and looked at Ashley. "Where's the other one?"
"Fuckin' about with my cousin," Ashley replies with a nod to the stairs, "in the lounge."
Tom grunts and looks back at Reggie. "Got 'im under wraps, have ya?"
Reggie laughs, "Does anyone?"
Tom nods. "Right. Well, get a drink and fuck off, then."
The young Kray nods and heads to the other side of the bar, leaving Tom and Ashley. The chauffeur leans into Tom's side and says quietly, but somehow audibly to the pair at their side, "Yardie's 'round back."

Yardie. Fuckin' Yardie. The Jamaican immigrant, Frayne's pitbull, the Shade of Shaftesbury, thought Tom, and my mate from the bin. Fuckin' Yardie. Fuckin' DeShawn Crawford. Lord knows why he works for me and Mase when Solomon Aldridge - that fuckin' "black rights activist"-- more like a glorified fucking gangster - is just an hour's drive south. Kykes with kykes, blacks with blacks, all that race-bound loyalty bullshit. He didn't buy into it, really. He didn't hate the Jews because they were Jews, he hated the Jews because they cornered a profitable racket. He hated the blacks because they were romanticized terrorists. He hated everyone else because he was a miserable cunt.

Tom nodded and flicked his chin towards the door. "Tell 'em I'll be a minute. Bring 'em a gin."

Ashley slapped Tom's shoulder and left the hotel with a bottle of Tanqueray Dry Gin.

Tom turned to Chasity as he watched Henry Adler storming over in a huff. A kyke, he thought and now a muppet.

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Levin smiled at the young lady, the started scratching down the name and address of his tobacconist on a cocktail napkin for her. Then, for the second time that evening, he froze at the sight of someone approaching.

Reggie Kray.

Levin always kept his ear to the ground, wanting to know who was who, which gang was which. He had never met the twins personally, but he had heard plenty. Enough to make him deeply wary of the Krays, especially Ronnie. They were violent. That was to be expected in this business, true- Levin had ordered more than one man to be "put on a train to Cardiff". But Ronnie enjoyed it, far too much. And he made no attempt to hide how utterly mad he was, either. Ronnie wore that madness openly, like a suit of armor, daring anyone at all to try and cross the twins.

Levin recalled a story he had heard a couple months back. Some upstart Maltese gang had tried to crash in on the Krays' snooker hall in Bethnal Green. The fools actually tried to collect protection money from the Krays. Word was the pair had gone absolutely mental. Reggie had contented himself by stabbing the leader of the Maltese through the hand, pinning him to a snooker table. But Ronnie, of course, had rushed the lot of them with a fucking sword, of all things. He chased six men off by himself.

These were men to be feared, particularly if they ever managed to get the money and influence they craved. Chazzers, both of them. If Flowers was a small chazzer, then these men were giants, colossi in the world of chazzers.

Levin remembered himself after a brief pause, resumed writing down the name of his tobacconist. Flowers seemed to be engaged with his driver at the moment. He had seemed friendly with Reggie Kray. For a brief moment, Levin contemplated tapping Flowers on the shoulder, telling him not to touch the Krays with a ten-foot pole, not to do anything that would advance them in any way. But they were hardly friends- Flowers would probably personally underwrite a loan to the Krays out of spite if Levin said anything like that. And so the Jew kept his mouth shut and passed his note to Chasity.

Henry Adler materialized, pushing Berg aside and looming over Chasity. "Evening, Henry," Levin greeted him, sensing his dark mood. Who was he about to lash out at, he wondered- Chasity? Flowers? Levin himself, for "corrupting" his little sister? It wouldn't be the first time, but Levin always won that argument. Coolly, he stared at Henry and took a measured sip of his Gibson, waiting for the other man to make his move.


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Rank: Cadet
Allegiance: Federated Suns
Planetary Origin: Kestrel
MOS: Mechwarrior

Synopsis of Role: A fourth year student at the New Avalon Institute of Science, Johan is a small, meek, and often seen as weak student. He's often getting bullied and ridiculed by the other cadets at the NAIS, despite the fact that he's survived three years at the intense academy already. A point that they often bring up is Johans family, his father, a former mercenary married into a minor noble family. Because of that the more conceited cadets of noble lineage see him not as a true noble, but instead a bastard.

Despite the constant harassment Johan shows a surprising amount of resilience, in a battlemech he can withstand more heat than most of the others in his year, he fights longer, harder, and his aim in a 'mech is killer. Many of the instructors say to him that if he could improve his battlemech movement, he could easily become an ace with his accuracy. In simulated combat between Cadet groups, Johan often racks up quite the kill count, staying back and supporting his more courageous teammates, and picking off the more courageous on the opposing side. This usually gets him some peace and quiet for about a week.

Battlemech: The Rifleman RFL-5D.
A brand new variant of an ancient mech. Introduced this year, the 60t RFL-5D is an upgraded version of the RFL-4D, which was introduced nearly 30 years ago. Where the RFL-4D suffered from severe heat problems and a reduced loadout, the RFL-5D actually increases the weapon loadout to two ERPPCs and two Magna Mk.III Large Lasers in the arms, and returns the two Magna Mk.II Medium Lasers to the side torsos. To free up more tonnage, an XL240 Engine was installed and to manage the heat, Double Heat Sinks were included. The new variant also increases the armor to nine tons.

When Johan was presented with the brand new RFL-5D variant for the opportunity to test the battlemech, he nearly burst out into tears of joy. The instructor noted that the mech was suited to Johans strengths, the two ERPPCs and two Large Lasers allows Johan to capitalize on his skill in aiming, while the two medium lasers leaves him not entirely defenseless in close quarters.
Since the mech variant is brand new, Johan hasn't modified anything internally, externally he has painted the his fathers old mercenary symbol onto the right kneepad, a white circle with a chevron pointing upwards.

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Lyris Von Wulfhart

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The monotony of patrol was suddenly shattered with the simple sentence, "we have contacts to our west in the vicinity of the sensor net station." At first, Lyris was dumbstruck, almost not believing what she heard over comms. Her hesitation lasted only a moment before years of training kicked in in place of conscious thought. She responded with a quick, "orders understood." Before activating her jump jets, superheating the air behind her Griffin to propel it from her current perch of a flatback plateau to a rocky outcropping of uneven terrain. Nausea born of uncertainty strangled her guts as it welled up in her stomach as if her intestines were tying itself into knots. Her nerves are making a simple jump bring a bout of sickness she had not felt since her first year at the academy adjusting to this very same maneuver.

A shaky landing met her as she attempted to steady her breathing before she carefully ascended the steep ground. The mighty footfalls of her steed crushing stones large and small underfoot without pause as she pushed toward her designated nav point. In moments she might be facing her first bit of real combat she thought. Her heart thumped and threatened to shake her focus, but with an effort of will, the young warrioress held steady. Ingrained training kicked in, and she began final pre-battle checks, floods of information flowing through her neural implant as she dived into her BattleMechs systems.

Symbols scrolled across her neurohelments visor, and her vision expanded to take in everything that the Mech's external sensor arrays could pick up. To an untrained mind, it would have been violently overwhelming experience, a merging of man and machine, and a maddening mechanical violation. Which to an individual unused to their mech it could easily cause severe headaches or worse- brain damage. For Lyris, it was a sort of ascension. Adrenaline surged, then focused to a brilliant point. Nausea fled, along with the feeling of the harnesses and straps that encased her to her seat. Soon she crested the hill and saw the dropship for herself.

The vessel was ramshackle and seemed to be in poor repair even from here, but it was still too far away to discern armaments or exact model type. However, from the state of the ship alone, she would hazard a guess that it was indeed likely to be periphery trash of some sort. What could they be thinking? Nevermind that they came to a world as well guarded like Steelton, to begin with, but why had they decided to land here so near a comm station relay of all places?

Over her Mech's head fluttered flights of recon drones. Released from the rearguards carriers together the drones would form a low-altitude sensor-web that would significantly enhance the sensory acuity of the Mechs below. Meanwhile, Lyris kept her eyes on the massive sphere of steel and iron. Waiting for further instruction until a thought suddenly occurred to her. Lyris quickly flipped a switch activating her comms, "Captain will we be sending an advance warning and demand their immediate surrender?"

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[Assistant]
"Sir," Brauer said, "one of our boys just saw laser fire."

"Confirmed," Miles said a moment afterward. "The drone carrier has just reported the loss of one of its drones near the treeline just after it began to transmit sensor readings. The data is being recovered now."

Mazigh took a deep breath, then looked to Brauer. "Inform Hart that we just lost a drone to enemy fire and are looking over the data now."

The First Lieutenant peered over Miles' shoulder, waiting for the sensors data to come in. It took a couple moments longer than Mazigh would've wanted, but when it did it provided enough information to go on. The first bit of information was recorded visually: a small, squat, stubby-legged mech turning and taking out the drone in one clean shot of its small laser... and behind it was a Harasser, a vehicle whose form Mazigh had always found distinctive thanks to the tail fin in the back. It was a nasty hovercraft to say the least. His eyes returned back to the mech and its unusually large gun...

"Definitely pirates," he muttered as he saw one of the decals on its armor: a snake wrapped around a sword. He didn't recognize the other one - it was some sort of ill-conceived pin-up girl decal - but he assumed it was either a personal one or the lance's symbol.

"Electromagnetic sensors indicated the presence of another vehicle identical to the one in the recording," Miles said.

Mazigh turned back to his own station and took a quick breath. "HQ to all units," he began in his stern and deep voice, transmitting the message to both the recon lance and the hovercraft. "Be advised. Hostiles identified near the treeline, probably from the Oberon Confederation - pirates. They've got one Urbanmech with a small laser and an AC 20, and there are at least two Harasser hovercraft seismic didn't pick up. They pack SRM 6's and can move faster than anything we have. Keep your distance from the treeline if you can, and blast those Harassers before they get too close.

"And there are still more unidentified hostiles," Mazigh added. "I repeat: there are still more hostiles."

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AFFS Subaltern Johan Rosales-Eichberg
Rifleman RFL-5D

 Johan heard the contact report. He inhaled sharply, what were the chances that there would be hostile contact, here, now? Just when he and this group of recruits were out on patrol. A group of 20t to 55t mechs and vehicles, more or less matching their own group. The only exception was that spheroid dropship. Fear gripped Johan when he thought about it, fighting a dropship was difficult even for experienced soldiers. He went though the types of dropships he learned in his combat identification course, and nearly every dropship that came to mind was armed to the teeth, with more than enough firepower to decimate a whole lance of mechs. Johan felt sweat on his palms and he wiped it off on his shorts, Captain Hart spoke again on the comlink, explaining their rules of engagement. The Captain was right, he was presuming they were all hostile, while not a bad thing, there was a chance that they were scavengers or maybe another group of mercenaries playing a prank. Johan swallowed and followed his group as ordered, slow and steady, he raised his guns to ready position poised to fire.

The young pilot glanced around, taking up the rear of his lance. He was their heavy hitter, their fire support. If these contacts were in fact hostile, anyone brave enough to peek out would have a face full of laser or PPC. He remembered some stories from his father. Larger than life characters, fellow mercenaries, his father talked about striding towards battle with his brothers in arms. He felt a little bit of pride, those people in his father's stories were veteran MechWarriors, pilots of hundreds of combat hours, with dozens of kills to their name. Johan felt like he was living his father's stories, the mechs moving in formation, the escorting vehicles, the chatter. Though he wasn't as good a pilot as they were, and neither were many of his Lancemates, maybe one day they would be up there and maybe one day someone would tell their stories to their kids. Johan, emboldened by this, gripped his control stick a little tighter and kept his eyes on the horizon awaiting further orders, a smile tugging at his lips.

"HQ to all units, be advised. Hostiles identified near the treeline, probably from the Oberon Confederation - pirates." Lt. Mazigh reported. Johan's smile fell, definitely hostile then. He listened to the rest of the Lieutenant's report. An Urbanmech with an AC20 and small laser... he thought about which variant it was, and with a little assistance from his Rifleman's computers, it was most likely a UM-R60L. Johan patted the side of his front console a few times as he analyzed the information displayed on his neurohelmet. The UM-R60L carried the immensely powerful AC20, but it had the drawback of being only 30t making ammunition was extremely limited. The weight of the cannon also required some armor to be stripped off the light mech. Johan recalled from his classes that the Urbanmech was a slow, often thought of as a joke battlemech, but in urban environments where its strengths lie, it was more than capable. In this open ground though, the Urbanmech was at a disadvantage. The Harassers, as Lt. Mazigh reported, were extremely quick hovercraft packing powerful SRM6's. The computer assisted again, listing their tonnage, estimated armor, and speed. He was right. They were fast, extremely fast, but their armor was light. Johan blinked a few times and moved his torso left to right, scanning the horizon with his weapons, half expecting a Harasser or two to come speeding by. The hovercraft concerned him, they had the speed to quickly flank his battlemech and put more than a few SRM's into his back, even though he had the UAV covering him he wasn't sure if he could respond in time... but the AC20 on that Urbanmech was a threat as well, strong enough to crack open his mech with a single volley. Johan dismissed these thoughts and checked his heat gauge once more, becoming more and more anxious as they approached their enemy.
Johan thumbed his communications, speaking quickly, "Our plan, Captain?"


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Hero Name:
Age: 15
Class: 1-A

Quirk: Hothead - This Quirk allows the user to heat up their body to the point of being hot enough to burn people with a touch.

Akeno is able to raise her internal temperature, increasing the heat produced by her body so that their skin grows hotter and hotter, to the point that making contact with her is painful. Currently this Quirk can increase her temperature to the point that touching her feels like touching a cast iron radiator that has been on for too long, or sticking your hand under a hot tap; scalding and liable to give a minor burn after several seconds.

The downside of this Quirk is that it can leave Akeno feeling lightheaded as they overheat, even causing them to pass out if she uses it for too long. As of right now she is unable to control her Quirk too well, unable to regulate her temperature or limit its usage to a specific part of her body, so it's all or nothing for the moment.

Strengths:
- Close combat: Akeno has spent more than half of her life learning karate and has also spent the last two years learning grappling techniques. While she doesn't yet have her blackbelt she is more than confident in her ability to fight.
- Athletic: Being tall, fit and having led a very active lifestyle means that Akeno is in better physical condition than most of her peers. More than that however is the fact that she seems to have a natural talent for most physical endeavours; she picks up on things quickly and has good control over her body.
- Dedication: Akeno has a drive to succeed and a willingness to put in as much hard work as possible to reach her goal. They say that it takes 10,000 hours to become an expert in something and Akeno is the type to put in that time without complaint.

Weaknesses:
- Long-rang combat: Both her Quirk and her fighting abilities are short range, leaving Akeno with no ability to defend herself from long-ranged attack nor retaliate against opponents at a distance. Her only option is to try and close that gap any way she can.
- Underdeveloped Quirk: Akeno has spent very little time using or strengthening her Quirk, relying more on her martial arts abilities to deal with situations, meaning that her Quirk is weak and underdeveloped compared to most other aspiring heroes. She will have a lot of ground to make up in this area.
- Inexperience: While Akeno is an experienced fighter, most of her opponents have been other karate practitioners who weren't using Quirks during their matches. As such she doesn't have much experience fighting opponents using other fighting styles, not opponents using Quirks. While she is a quick learner, it will likely take some time for her to get used to opponents with abilities that are new or strange to her.

Personality: The first impression people would have of Akeno would probably be one of composure and quiet focus, though this would depend on the context of that first meeting. She is above all a hard-working, dedicated individual, one who pushes herself to excel; she can come across as a little intense as a result, but is also friendly and sociable to whoever she meets.

Her drive to succeed means that Akeno always pushes herself to do more, to do better. She expects a lot from herself, sometimes more than she can actually give, and at the same time always sees herself as not achieving as much as she should. She's harsh on herself, always beating herself up for mistakes and trying to nit-pick or undersell her victories; loses are hard for her but she's used to them, and while wins are nice they are no reason to stop progressing. It's fair to say that Akeno undervalues herself and that she has a self-deprecating view of herself.

Akeno has a competitive streak, insomuch as she doesn't like to lose and compares her achievements to those of others. She doesn't like being outdone by someone, but she never takes it out on the person in question, instead she will only tell herself to set that person's achievement as her new goal and pursue it.

She is generally supportive of others however; although she can be tough on herself she won't allow others to be tough on themselves, instead pushing others to believe in themselves and to keep moving forward. She is not one to coddle people however; it is important, in her opinion, to maintain a firm knowledge of one's own strengths and limitations so that one might know how best to improve themselves. Harsh truths mixed with genuine compliments are her usual response when asked for her opinion on someone and she's not someone who ever learned to hold back; she's exactly as truthful as she would want someone to be with her if she was doing something wrong or needed to improve on something, which can be a little but much for some people.

Akeno is a sociable person, one who enjoys the company of others but who also values time to herself and doesn't mind being alone. She's not exactly outgoing but also doesn't shy away from social situations, she doesn't seek the limelight nor is she particularly bothered by it. She maintains a calm, relaxed façade most of the time, her reactions subdued which can make it hard to tell how strongly she feels something even if her exact emotion is easy to decipher; in other words she smiles when she is happy but not broadly, she frowns whether she is annoyed or furious and is only a little quieter than normal when upset.

History/Bio: Akeno is tall. She is very tall. A height of 5' 10" might not seem that impressive to some people, but when you're 5' 8" at the age of 13 and are significantly taller than everyone in your class except your teacher, it kind of becomes part of your identity. Along with her height Akeno has always been somewhat gifted athletically, finding it easy to maintain a slim build and having good control over her body; volleyball, basketball, even soccer all came fairly naturally to her and even though she wasn't as skilled as someone who trained regularly she could make up for some of that with her natural talent and physique.

As a child Akeno was always very active, always playing sports with the boys rather than hanging out with other girls and always trying to keep up with her older brother. She loved swimming especially and the family would often visit the swimming pool in the local gym so she and her brother could swim. When she was 6 her father signed her up for karate lessons after she watched a few too many martial arts movies and expressed an interest, which in Akeno's case means she wouldn't stop talking about it until they agreed to let her try it.

It was about a year after this that Akeno first expressed an interest in becoming a hero, although she can't remember exactly what it was that sparked this interest it soon consumed her life. Her karate lessons now became her hero training, she spent hours coming up with costume ideas or hero names and she was always pestering her brother to play heroes and villains with her. While most children went through a phase like this, with Akeno it stuck. As she grew up she began to take it more seriously, asking to switch dojo's to one with a more serious instructor, pushing for more training, looking into hero schools and development programs and so on. The one thing she didn't do was practice her Quirk, for some reason.

Once she started attending middle school and she hit her growth spurt it wasn't long before most of the sports clubs in her school were scouting her out for membership. It was fun for her to be so popular at first and she went along with it, trying out the various club activities while not committing to any one in particular and trying to find one that really caught her interest, even though at this point she was still taking her karate lessons and likely wouldn't have any extra time for a club anyway.

That changed when she found the wrestling club. By this point she'd been taking karate for years and although she enjoyed it, she wasn't sure how long she wanted to pursue it once she became a hero. Wrestling was a change of pace, a new way to test herself and a whole new set of challenges to overcome; besides, with the way her Quirk worked grappling was probably a more useful fighting style than just karate on its own anyway. She was a member of the team for the last two years of middle school before joining UA, while still attending karate lessons on the side when possible.

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As they all started walking into the school, Kisa trailing behind slightly as she listened to Lizzy mention a dragon. There wasn't actually a dragon around was there? The though alone made Kisa nervous, though she was sure it was just an interesting quirk. All would be revealed in time, she supposed. As the entered the classroom however, Kisa's eyes widened to the size of saucers. Sitting in the room, was a giant dragon. An actual bonefied living and breathing dragon, with wings.

"Holy crap! It's an actual dragon! I thought you were just joking but you were actually serious about the dragon," Kisa said in a hurried, nervous voice as she moved to sit in a desk directly to Lizzy's left at the front of the classroom. She wondered who their teacher would be, seeing a name but not knowing just whose name that was. She was sure it was some famous hero, as that was usually known to be the case with the teachers at UA. Kisa silently pleaded for Midnight, but she knew that wouldn't be the case. She couldn't get that lucky, it wouldn't be possible.

So as Kisa sat there, mentally overthinking every possible scenario for how their first day would play out, she didn't noticed much as the fellow students began talking around her. She wasn't known to be overtly social, though she was hyper and nervous by nature, she wasn't very good at initiating conversation. Kisa was very much a background type of person, which didn't clash well with wanting to be a pro hero. Pro heroes were always in the spotlight, as much as Kisa hated the spotlight. She knew it was something she was going to have to get used to, especially if she wanted to be half as successful as Midnight was.

As one of the students boasted about being able to breathe fire, Kisa found herself smiling. She was going to be in for a wild adventure now that she had been accepted to UA and she honestly couldn't wait for it. She could do with an adventure, her life had been much too normal and boring for someone living in a world made up of heroes and villains. Kisa knew that her new path would provide a much different life to her old one, a welcome change as Kisa knew that she might not have the courage for what she was trying to do, but UA could help her get some.

[Assistant]
When the bell rang for homeroom, Kyou let out a breath and entered the room. It was his first homeroom class in UA, one of many firsts that would soon be coming, but he had some hope for an uneventful semester, at least. Scanning from the profiles compiled of the students during their entrance exams, it didn't look like any of them were innately troublemakers. That was good. He was never comfortable with disciplining kids, especially when their crimes were rooted in immaturity and enthusiasm.

He had dressed well for the day, a dark suit tailor-made for his wide and stocky build and a beige trenchcoat to drape over his otherwise intimidating form. The dark fedora, his wife's choice, was almost comical on his large, boxy head, but it gave him something to set to the side, something to buy a few more seconds with before he faced them properly. In the light of the spring sun, his rust-red scales shone dully, and his thick tail swept across the clean floors. The dragon-boy, Kaze Rin, looked asleep already. It was an early morning, and it was an uncharacteristically warm day.

Kyou sucked in a breath.

"Good morning, Class 1-A, and allow me to extended a belated congratulations for your acceptance into UA and," his smile was wry and full of teeth, "for making it to class on time." A pause. Saw a couple smiles in the room. "My name is Kyou Suika, your homeroom teacher for this year and, if this is indeed the path you are set on, for all your years in UA. Heroism is founded upon strength, of body, mind and spirit, and, like the building around you, I expect you all to polish yourselves daily, to become a better person that you were the day before. Your past dictates your future, but your present dictates your past. Some of you may feel like you already have all you need to become a hero. Some of you may feel as if you've started too late, that you do not truly deserve to be here. But it matters not."

The red eyes of a tyrant king gazed upon all of them, as if capturing their gazes individually, rather than as a collective.

"You've all made it, because the professional heroes within this school had seen a spark inside. A spark that aspires to become more than what you are. So don't stop working. Don't stop thinking. Let that set you aflame. Let your courage roar."

For a moment, he was all intensity, all ferocity, a predator staring down challengers, his rows upon rows of razor-sharp teeth splitting to speak his next words.

"Now, who wants to declare their goals first?"

And then, all that pressure was gone, a sharp-toothed grin breaking out as he beamed at them all.

[User]
As the students still outside, including the two girls Akeno had spoken to, walked into the school Akeno split off to park her bike and lock it to the provided racks. By the time she was done the number of people walking down the path had shrunk considerably and she jogged into the building to change her shoes and hurried down the hallways to make it to her classroom on time. She made it in time for the first bell but was still one of the last students to arrive and the low number of empty seats meant she didn't have much choice in where to sit.

Sitting down in the first seat she found, second row in the column nearest the door, she barely had any time to take a look at who her classmates were before the teacher arrived. She spotted the dragon boy from earlier almost immediately of course, along with Lizzy and Kisa from earlier, before the door opened and their homeroom teacher walked in.

As Suika-sensei introduced himself, Akeno idly wondered if they'd placed the dragon student in this class because it was easier to accommodate both in one room than to have them in two.

The speech itself evoked a number of complicated emotions within Akeno; insecurity, self-pity, stubbornness and determination along with a few others she couldn't identify. 'Heroism is founded upon strength'; it was a sentiment that she herself had thought many times before but even so, hearing it stated so plainly now, by one of the people who were to teach them to be heroes, brought her mood low for a moment before she could recover.

Not everyone could acquire the kind of strength Suika-sensei was talking about, even if they worked at it every day as diligently as they could. Even if they worked hard every moment they could for every day of their lives they would still fall short of someone born with an even greater strength. 'Some of you may feel as if you've started too late', but even if you started early, and Akeno was willing to bet she had started earlier than most, the starting positions weren't equal. That was just the way this world worked.

But like Suika-sensei said, it didn't matter. She'd made it this far and she intended to make the most of it and see this through to the end. Akeno wasn't aiming to be Number 1 after all and she wasn't in this for fame or glory; she didn't need to be the best, she just wanted to be a hero.

Akeno raised her had to bring the teacher's and the class's attention to herself, a determined look on her face and the hand on her desk clenched into a fist. "I do sensei." Standing up, Akeno bowed to Suika-sensei before speaking. "My name is Akeno Kudo and I want to be a hero."


[System]
Character Template
Quality: <example: Determined>
Description: <example: you don't need an example for this one>
Main Weapon/Fighting Style: <example: sports equipment>
Skills: <example:* PK Flash: Blinds the enemy with a bright light of PSI energy!
* PK Fire: Burns enemies within a small area of effect.
* PK Heal: Removes status effects from a party member.

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Stats: <this is where you allocate your stat points! You'll earn more stat points for specific stats as you fight.>
* Speed: 4 (influences your turn in a fight and how fast you can avoid things outside of battle)
* Strength: 1 (influences how much damage your attacks do and how much you can lift outside of battle)
* Guts: 2 (influences how many hits you can take and how long you can stay alive)
* Wits: 3 (influences how perceptive you are (how much information you can gather from a certain situation), i.e. how an enemy is described so you can find a weak spot or if you can find a hidden trapdoor)
* <custom stats here>

Pockets (16 items max):
<example:
* Sandwich
* Baseball Bat (equipped)
* Baseball Cap (equipped)
* Odd Key

>

[User]
See OOC tab for details.

Sunday, the morning after the crash
The town hall was as packed with as many people as a small town like Startere could muster, all insisting to know what happened and brandishing telescopes and newspapers and other assorted things that didn't really have anything to do with the topic at hand. The excitement was building upon itself, causing the crowd to surge and intensify as time went on and even more rumors started flying around. With a little effort, the mayor managed to squeeze through the admittedly quite small crowd to stand behind the short podium at the front of the hall. After banging a comedically-oversized gavel on the podium a few times with no success at calming the really small and actually quite orderly crowd, he had Johnson, Startere's only police officer (who incidentally was also self-appointed), shout into a megaphone to get everyone's attention.

"HEY! EVERYONE LOOK UP HERE AND YOUR QUESTIONS WILL BE ANSWERED!" The megaphone screamed mechanically with every other word and everyone in the building stopped and covered their ears and some screamed.

"Thank you, Johnson." The diminutive mayor cleared his throat and continued, his bushy white moustache shuffling as he spoke, "Fair citizens, over the past few weeks, we have all seen the bright lights flying over our town. And if you haven't seen it, you've surely heard it! I can't imagine how anyone could sleep through that blasted whooshing and whirring and buzzing."
This comment was met with nods and murmurs of agreement throughout the crowd.
"Last night, I decided that enough was enough, so I took matters into my own hands and shot the damned thing down, whatever it was. So today, we are putting together a task force to go investigate the crash."

At this, the crowd started bubbling with activity again as everyone started talking about seeing what that thing was and "giving it a piece of their mind" and such comments. Johnson shouted into the megaphone again and everyone stopped talking again.

The extremely short mayor continued talking. "We are looking for volunteers to come and help us figure out--" The crowd exploded again with statements like "I'll go!" and "Take me!", cutting off the mayor. For a third time, Johnson shouted into the megaphone, the squeals of which were again more effective than Johnson's shouting.

The tiny mayor (who really could easily have been confused for a child if it wasn't for his white hair and wrinkles, I mean come on) continued again, more urgently this time.
"Please know, we don't know what this thing is, so it could be dangerous! We need any volunteers to know this and be willing to charge headlong into danger nonetheless!" A slight, uneasy silence gripped the crowd. "So those who are willing to risk their lives for the sake of curiosity, please come forward and we'll figure out a plan!"

Only three men came forward: Ronnie the general store owner, a gangly man with patchy stubble and a hammer looped into his gray canvas apron; Stewart, Harry's grandfather, a wrinkly old gentleman in a fancy-but-old-fashioned suit; and Hans, the gigantic foreign body builder who nobody knows how he ended up in Startere but who helps with construction and other heavy lifting jobs.
Ronnie
Quality: Orderly
Main Weapon/Fighting Style: Hammers
Skills:* Deep Pockets: A passive skill that allows Ronnie to hold twice as many items as normal.
* Cheer: Encourages the whole party, doubling each member's Guts.
* Flee!: Escape a fight without fail.

Stats:* Speed: 3
* Strength: 2
* Guts: 0
* Wits: 3
* Friendliness: 10
* Generosity: 8

Pockets (32 items total)
(stacked for convenience only)
* Candy Piece x16
* Granola Bar x6
* Sandwich x6
* Mallet (Equipped)
* Apron (Equipped)

Stewart
Quality: Uptight
Main Weapon/Fighting Style: N/A
Pockets (8 items total)
(stacked for convenience only)
* Peppermint x2
* Pocketwatch (Equipped)
* Monocle (Equipped)
* Tacky Suit (Equipped)
* Brass Key

Hans
Quality: Hulking, Dim-witted
Main Weapon/Fighting Style: Fists
Skills:* Throw: Pick up anything and throw it at anything else. In battle, the size of the thrown thing influences the amount of damage done.
* Flex: Increases Strength but decreases Speed.
* Suplex: Slam an enemy into the ground, dealing heavy damage. Has a low success rate.

Stats:* Speed: 1
* Strength: 10
* Guts: 10
* Wits: 0
* Manliness: 11

Pockets No pockets. Hans only wears a speedo at all times.

"Oh, and you two, Isaac and Harry. You come, too! You two youngsters are the oldest youngsters in town, and you need to learn how to become men. So you'll be coming with us!" Stewart piped up, pointing at the boys as the crowd dispersed around them.

[Assistant]
Isaac yawned, sleepy and slightly bored. He had been called on to investigate the crash that occurred when the mayor shot some mysterious bright lights in the sky. In all honesty, that was a stupid move. What kind of person tries to shoot down something that flies, glows and makes weird noises? It even crashed and a fiery explosion was what they got. Granted, the noise was annoying, but still, this wasn't how Isaac wanted to spend his Sunday.

Isaac checked his pockets. When he had gone outside for the meeting, he secretly took some knives from the kitchen, just in case something like this happened. Next, there was a teddy bear, and a marshmallow he had planned on eating. Well, he wouldn't have to pull out his knives unless anything bad happened, and he didn't really need the other things.

The other person called on to help was Harry, a boy 1 year younger than Isaac. Isaac knew Harry, and he was an alright person. He hadn't really talked to him that much, but Isaac didn't talk to many people that much anyway. The more the merrier, though. Right?

If it was up to Isaac, he wouldn't have been at the meeting or whatever, but this expedition was for peace. And for peace... Isaac would do anything.

[User]
"Eh?" Harry raised an eyebrow as his grandpa demanded he join the investigation. "I'll go, old man. But do you have some loose screws in your head? It's way too risky for you." Harry didn't want to risk his grandfather getting injured on the trip, even if he did show his concern in a disrespectful manner. Besides, who knows what those lights could've been? Harry tipped down his hat enough to cover his hat. He had developed this habit with the belief that it would make him seem way cooler, but it kind of made him look a bit dorky. "Maybe you should just sit this one out, gramps." While his grandfather wasn't one to give up so easy, but it was worth a shot.

Harry glanced at Isaac. He thought that the older boy was okay, albeit a bit of a wallflower in his opinion. They had never really hung out all that much, but he knew that Isaac was pretty loving of his family. He inspected his own supplies for the trips. All he had in his overalls was a stick and a couple of treats for the trip. While the stick wasn't all that great, it was the only thing he could find. Admittedly, Harry himself was very curious to find out what had actually crashed off in the distance and likely would've volunteered on his own either way. Although, couldn't help but feel as if his supplies were a bit weak, but they would have to do for now.

[Assistant]
"Harry, remember what I've told you: a gentleman never runs from a challenge! And you, my boy, shall become a gentleman if it takes me the rest of my life!" Stewart replied hautily, sticking his nose in the air.

And so, the party headed south, following the now-thin line of smoke that had been a billowing plume just hours ago. After passing the last few buildings in town (a dilapidated old house painted with ugly yellow paint, broken, boarded-up windows, and no visible door and an old gold trading outpost with a sign that read "Gold for your gold!"--nobody ever really knew what to make of that sign), they could see that the crash was about 2 miles away thanks to the utter flatness of the desert.

Cacti dotted the path to the wreckage, and a few mangy coyotes and vultures could be seen wandering around aimlessly. As they walked, one of the cacti started moving its "arms", uprooted itself and started running toward the group at an alarming pace!

[User]
Battle Start!
Name: Panicked Cactus
Stats:* Speed: 1
* Strength: 2
* Guts: 0
* Wits: 0
* Pointiness: 5

Move Order* 1. Isaac
* 2. Ronnie
* 3. Harry
* 4. Panicked Cactus
* 5. Hans
* 6. Stewart

Dice for Action Checks

[Assistant]
As the cactus ran towards the group, Isaac ran ahead, drawing the larger one of his 2 knives.
"Cactus incoming!" Isaac yelled.

Isaac sliced at the cactus, wary of its spikes [rolled 2]. The knife was large enough to put distance between Isaac's hand and the cactus spikes, but it was too short to do great harm. Regardless, his knife drew blood, or whatever a cactus had for blood. It was clear that he hadn't done much, however.

Isaac jumped back, hopefully out of reach of the now living cactus.

[User]
Ronnie tried to befriend the cactus by introducing himself. [Rolled 1] The cactus did not seem to notice his outstretched hand as inviting a handshake and instead pricked Ronnie.

Ronnie yelped in pain.

[Assistant] Harry tried beating the panicked cactus with his stick! [Rolled 1] Harry misses the cactus!

[User]
The Panicked Cactus flailed wildly and fell over in [Rolled 3] Harry's direction. [Rolled 6, yikes, first roll!] SMAAAAAASH! The Panicked Cactus connects, landing directly on top of Harry, leaving cactus spikes all over him.

Hans went to Throw the Panicked Cactus off of Harry. [Rolled 3] Without much effort, Hans lifts the cactus and throws it a few yards, where it lands with a thud.

Stewart, at the sight of his grandson being pummeled, shouted, "Come now, Harry, old sport! Let's not let this stop us! Stand up!", tossing Harry a Peppermint and retreating behind Hans' massive frame. The Peppermint is cool and refreshing, and it numbs some of the pain from the cactus spikes protruding from Harry's body.

[Assistant]
It's stupid. Isaac thought. But it's alive...
The living cactus didn't seem all that smart. Even an animal would run away from the superior numbers. But if it was alive, then it could be killed...

Isaac jumped at the cactus, bringing down his knife for a downward slashing strike. [rolled 5]
His knife finds it's mark as Isaac goes down, tearing a large gash into the cactus. Isaac landed and jumped back. Stupid as the cactus was, it could still dish out some pain, as proven by the unfortunate Harry. He wouldn't appreciate cactus spikes sticking into his flesh.

[User]
"That wasn't very nice at all!" Ronnie shouted, pulling out his hammer and rearing back to prepare a strong swing. [Rolled 6]
SMAAAAAASH!! Ronnie's hammer knocked off one of the Panicked Cactus's arms, severing it where one of Isaac's knives had previously cut! The Panicked Cactus seemed hollow inside, but it kept running around, though a little slower and still silently flailing its remaining arm.

"Oh! Good show, old bean!" Stewart shouted, peering out from behind Hans' back and thrusting his fist into the air.

[Assistant] "Damn, that hurt!" Harry felt ashamed by that poor display. Poor show, gent! The peppermint did help stop some of the pain, but that dumb mistake really harmed his pride. Almost as much as the spikes! Harry jabbed the cactus with the stick! [rolled 4] The attack connected and the stick left a hole in the cactus. More of its juices were pouring out!

[User]
The Panicked Cactus is wishing it could run away! [Rolled 1] The Panicked Cactus tripped over its roots as it tried to run away and fell down on its...face? It's hard to tell. Anyway, it lay trembling on the ground, juices dampening the desert ground.

Hans runs to the Panicked Cactus and grabs it, preparing for a Suplex! [Rolled 1] The Panicked Cactus' spikes dug deep into Hans' skin as he squeezed trying to lift it, causing him to cry in pain and release the Panicked Cactus.

Stewart, now without a hulking body to hide behind, yelped and threw a rock he found on the ground! [Rolled 1] The rock traveled only inches from Stewart's outstretched hand, useless.


[System]
Also known as-
Tet, Teto, The Wildcard, The Unknown, Blank

Age-
Unknown, Looks a little over 21

God Status-
God of Play

Personality-
Tet is the type of god that is quiet, but eccentric. He does not like to be condescending no matter who it is but he also does not like being talked down to. He honestly is a true neutral person, he does his best not to get too involved with situations, he likes to observe from the side and see how things unfold. He can be twisted, but twisted in such a way that makes him very intelligent. If he can he will avoid fights and find other ways to resolve the situation.

Parents-
Unknown

Sexuality-
Straight
Form on Earth-

True Form-

Powers-
Power of Geis or Absolute Obedience- Can order any human or god to do any one thing, but it will only affect the same person once. If the order is not a one time deal, any time a situation arises in which the order would be relevant, it is again carried out. Can only be triggered through direct eye contact.
Shape Shift- Can change his appearance at will
Teleportation/Levitataion

Godly Artifact-
Ring of Skill- The wearer of this ring can summon any one thing as long as it is real and can be thought of. As well gains the same knowledge, intelligence, and observation that Tet has.

Attributes of the God-
High Intelligence- Through the use of his high intelligence he can easily solve problems that others would not be able to solve. Even problems that would plague a god for years he can solve in a matter of moments
Highly Observant- Being so highly observant he can easily notice changes in attitude of a person or situation, thus giving him the chance to react faster than anyone else.
Mass Amounts of Knowledge- Through the combination of his intelligence and observation, over the years Tet gained more knowledge than any one god ever has.

History (Pre-Earth bound)-
Tetsuo was a god that was not strong in anyway, he did not intervene much as a god he went on by as a good constantly observing and gaining knowledge over the several thousands of years he was a god. He always believed that maybe one day he could use the knowledge he gains to make a change in something whether it be good or for worse. Seeing as he was not a strong god, he made up for it by being the most intelligent god of all gods. Whenever he would be challenged by another god, instead of letting the other god control the flow, Tet, without the power of his Geis, would take control of the flow instead and would have the challenger always compete against him in a game, always winning in the end. He did his best to stay neutral in any relations he got into especially if it were a situation that would mean imminent chaos or disorder. As such he did not have anyone that was with him, but he also did not have anyone that was against him.

History (Post-Earth bound)-
On the day all the gods from above were sent down to Earth, Tet did not resist or put up a fight rather he didn't care much, he was honestly bored and thought of this as a good chance. While all the other gods were doing their very best to return back to the heavens, Tet lived down on the Earth without a complaint. While he was a god on Earth, he did not try to blend in with the mortals as he could not care less, but at the same time he did not believe in trying to control the human race eithe. As he did in the heavens he stayed neutral and lived a life of observing for the many thousands of years. He watched it all, the destruction, the death, the recovery and the evolution of the human species, but he soon became discontented with what he observed over the years. He was tired of seeing the same thing happening, as such he vowed to change something, all while still being a neutral force behind it all.

Motive-
After the many years of observing he wants to make a change by becoming the 'One True God' and changing the very fundamentals of how the world works, as well as the lives of the other gods that were hell bent on becoming tyrannical gods.

[User]
The Queen of Darkness

Darkness inhaled, the sting of cold hitting the back of her nostrils paired with the stench of daily human life - coffee, food and the fuels they treasured so much. Winter had finally rolled around and it was already having its way with the environment, people glided and fell with the frosty paths and already, scarfs seemed to be in high demand. Humans were fiercely adaptable creatures and despite the rapid change of conditions, they still went about their daily lives. Strange. Sparing a moment of her eternity to peek around, Kyra briefly remembered being in that place before only the last time, it was full of the dead and dying as disease tore through it. The Goddess of Darkness was always attracted to the places where evil flourished. Or maybe it was the other way around? Kyra had forgot to remember.

A hushed whisper from beside her woke her from the trance that had imprisoned her. An excited silence, a breath of life against the cold abyss - her little summons, she guessed. Pulling her hands from her warm coat, she pulled her hood about her frosty hair and followed the sound into a nearby ally. Finally, in a particularly dark corner, she found the Shadows' Moot. At least a dozen of her creations were darted around, chiming into the debate with their own excited tones. Kyra frowned and took her place among the little creatures, sitting cross-legged and listening as they recounted tales from the last endeavor she had sent them on. It was around Christmas and keeping within the weird human traditions, she felt a weird desire to see her family or at least, be near them. She had tracked them down to this particular city which seemed to be buzzing with their activity but she didn't want them to see her just in case they decided to get into her Mother's good books and bring her in. Instead, she sent out her Shadows to see who was all there. Frowning once more, she tilted her head in silent curiosity at their answers. "The King of the Dead? You mean Bronte? Amare? And Armarion? And a few seasons? And Light as well? Guys, don't you realise that there's only ever one season in one place at a certain time, right?" The chorus of angry buzzing that followed made her think otherwise. "Damn... I guess I'll have to leave then. Having all those gods together in one place means that anyone with half a brain should stay away from said place." She must have dimmed their curiosity as they all let out a disappointed chatter before rejoining the shadows around them and leaving her alone. So dreadfully alone.

Nyra allowed her feet to lead her from the ally and along the cluttered streets. Her rather small form was swamped by heavy clothing that did dreadfully nothing - the Queen of Darkness was always cold and it was bloody miserable. Somehow, she found herself standing at the entrance of a dark-looking establishment much too far off the main road. Peeking in, she noticed the large lack of light and decided it was better than nowhere so quickly darted inside, her dark eyes peeking around in silent caution. It was mostly abandoned save for a few rather menacing looking individuals sitting at the bar. Approaching the same place, she leaned against it and the barman, who was previously caught up in a conversation with the men, gave her a confused look and briefly wondered if she had a death wish. Nevertheless, he moved away from the others and gave her a raise of his eyebrow. Attempting to make her voice a little deeper, she coughed. "Er... a banana milkshake please; and don't skimp on the bananas."

The look he gave her was bordering on confusion and sheer skepticism. A resounding laugh went up amongst the other men as the barman narrowed his eyes at her. "Listen kid, you may think this is funny or something but this is a very dangerous place for a little girl. I advise you run along to daddy." Kyra raised her eyes from her hood and gave him a confused look, blinking in misunderstanding - she didn't exactly see the problem with her request. Was she being rude for asking for extra bananas?

"Um... Just a water then?" She made sure to avert her eyes this time, shrinking back on herself as the barman shook his head and went to find a tap. Suddenly, she felt a hand on her shoulder and quickly looked up to find one of the men was standing over her. He was about to say something but in her quiet terror, Kyra kicked into combat-mode. The man's words were caught in his throat as the girl in front of him suddenly disappeared. Out of nowhere, she reappeared, tugging him to the ground before keeping him down with a punch that betrayed her Godly strength. His friends rose, going for their concealed weapons but Kyra was much too quick and darkness enveloped her form again. The first man received a kick where the sun doesn't shine which was subsequently followed by a heavy punch that sent him sprawling backwards. Just as the second one righted himself and drew a pistol, a hand that could only be described as being physically made from shadows slammed his head down into the bar, his body releasing a sickening crunch. Breathing heavily, the Queen of Darkness allowed herself to breath as she heard a door open.

The barman returned and cast one glance over the scene before his eyes went wide and he pointed back to the door. "I'll go get that banana milkshake!" Sighing, Kyra dropped the last man to the ground and found a comfortable seat in the corner before pulling her knees to her chest. Why were humans such confusing creatures?

[Assistant]
Armarion stopped sobbing then stood sensing Tet was nearby, so he decided to pay his rival a visit.

With a snap of his fingers Armarion had appeared beside Tet who seemed to trying to pursue Brontes and Amare.

Armarion floated alongside the God of Play in a bored manner wiping away what tears were left.

"Well if it isn't the God of Play what brings you here poker or wine?

Armarion said sarcastically to Tet with a scowl and a roll of his eyes but that aside Armarion actually had a purpose to be with the God of Play for both of them would probably be a good team yet they haven't given it thought.

"Never mind that for now though we have more important matters at hand and I think it might be time-"

He stopped himself because he strained to say the words because they weren't very could companions.

"Time to set-set aside our differences and work together"

Armarion sighed and stuck a hand out to the other God who was trying to follow Amare and Brontes, he knew as a matter of fact that if they worked together they would be an unstoppable mind, they would be the most intelligent beings in the world amongst the Gods and Goddesses.

He was sure that Tet was also aware of this but he had not brought the topic up yet.

[User]
Far away in a land which was just starting spring, inside an ancient forest sat the ruins of a castle. One so old it had to have been decaying for over four millennium. Humans had not set foot inside this forest, not yet anyway for it was very secluded valley, with mountains on both sides. Now in this ancient ruined castle there was a throne and on that throne sat a god who had not been disturbed since the time of the Egyptians. He was Amos, God of Valor and protector of the High Heavens, from which he was banned from by Brontes. Mortals slept, gods did not. No Amos had suspended himself into a state of reflection, where his godly consciousness had been reliving memories and events from his past. At present he was watching his first days of life and how his duties unfolded upon himself. Armarion was there, his first brother since he did not count the first. They stood upon a hill covered in flowers which had colors that did not even exist on Earth. They watched their parents sculpt the Heavens and breath life into it and for the first time in his life Amos felt happy.

The scene changed again, this time he was watching his siblings from afar. A pang of guilt echoed in him, he was never really there for them, always busy overseeing Heaven and not enough time for himself or close bonds, but there was Armarion who shared in the responsibilities. Yet he was closer to them then Amos would ever be and he did not know what to feel. The scene shifted once again to the great betrayal. In his time of thought Amos had come up with many possible conclusions as to why Brontes did what he did. Was it jealousy? Greed? Or had it been something with the Humans? He could never come up with an answer that he approved of and it angered him. Amos then watched one by one, his siblings leave the army that Armarion commanded in search of him for they had "given up". His last siblings to leave was Thalliana, who cared about the Heavens even more so, which was scary to think because Amos only knew Heaven. He had made a mental note that if he ever awoke again he would find her and together perhaps they could find a way back. He also thought of his parents, why were they not helping them? Were they angry at something their children did? Perhaps it had something to do with Kyra and how she was never found. Maybe, that was it Amos thought, his parents would not help because they had not helped them. He would be sure to remedy that when the time came...

He also made a pact with himself that when he did awake he would find out what Brontes cared for the most in his existence and then take it away from him so that he could know his pain. He was about to watch his battle with the demon Mortis, when something strange happened. It was as if he heard crying? Surely it was not an illusion, so he focused on the crying and a strange vision of Armarion crying, while sitting on a strange canister, appeared before him. Why would he be crying or for that matter, why was he seeing him cry? Surely Armarion was better then that Amos thought. The thought of waking up was enticing to Amos, to see Armarion again would be nice but then what? His presence at Armarion slowly started to drift back away..

[Assistant]
「To your surprise faceless one, I am here for netiher. I am pretty sure you already know what I am here for considering Brontes alone attracts just about every god in a world's distance.」Tet laughed a bit, as it pretty much was the truth in the matter any god would be able to feel Brontes' presence especially since some gods resented him to the point of ingraining their bodies and souls with the meer feeling of Brontes' presence. Both Tet and Armarion followed at a safe distance, making sure not to give away their godly presence off to either of the two gods before them. It was a hard task but between the two of them it was a rather peerless task.

It was then Amarion had popped a question he would have never even imagined of asking way back in the day considering he found Tet his rival.

Tet was thrown off a bit, making him stumble over his own footsteps. He quickly regained his composure and looked at Armarion with his highly observant eyes to see if Armarion was only trying to trick Tet. It was long before Armarion actually thrusted out his hand, looking for Tet's hand to meet him half way for a handshake. It was then Tet brought up his own resolve and decdided that just for this moment in time he would team up with Armarion. After all even Tet knew that between the two of them, they could be very well unstoppable in that they are the two most intelligent gods, Tet being at the top of course.

「You know Faceless One, Armarion, I would've never thought I would see this day, not in the past thousands of years we have been stuck on this Earth.」Tet reached out his hand and took Armarion's hand into his, giving a firm handshake.「After we are done here, we are back to being rivals. If you betray me though I will not hesitate to make you a slave under the power of my Geis you can count on that.」


[System]
IRL Appearance

Shiho stands at 5'11'', making her quite tall in comparison to other girls.

In Game Appearance

In game, Shiho's height is diminished like crazy and she stand at 4'2''
In game name: Shishirou

Age: 21

Gender: Female

Race: Pooka

Weapon of Choice: Shiho prefers to compensate her now small stature by using a katana that is about the same size as her whole body.

Magic Spells: Strength Buff Magic, Defense Buff Magic, Hit Point Buff Magic, Speed Buff Magic, well, you catch the drift, no? Also, the contraries of these ones that are debuffs.

Personality: Shiho, in real life, is a big otaku with little to no friends. This is mainly because she acts indifferent to others more out of shyness than actually being cold. You see, Shiho has a height complex, given that she is taller than most of the girls she knows, and also some of the boys she has gotten to know. Though not extremely, mortally shy to the point of not being able to talk, it still is hard to get her talking at first, and most of the time she will just answer with simple hand or head motions, and mentioning her height will also take that out and she'll remain silent for the rest of the time you are around her.

However, once she is used to you after some minutes, an hour tops, she'll start talking nonstop, making jokes and things of the like whenever she can. In ALO, given that her complex is eliminated because of her tiny avatar, she is, oh, so very talkative and hyper that it is hard to imagine her being quiet. She also likes to change her tone of voice and quote anime or video game characters from time to time, just for the fun of it, and she will also mark you as her best friend if you ever get at least one of her references.

Skills:
* Katana
* Metal Equipment
* Battle Healing
* Parry

* Cooking
* Sprint
* Straining
* Tool Appraisal
* Musical Instrument - Violin

[User] (Double post...)

[Assistant]
The boss's cry heralded its death, and the end of the boss fight. Many players cheered, but Alex was left feeling a little empty. He extracted the ridiculously sized cleaver from the rapidly disappearing flesh of the boss's now deceased form. And that was the problem, whatever he did in the game, it didn't amount to anything. Destruction ultimately amounted to a whole lot of mess, and while the mess might provide its own cathartic satisfaction, destruction didn't leave mess in Alfheim online. Therein lay the problem.

A window popped up indicating the increase in his straight sword skill, leather armour, acrobatics, sprint and familiar communication skills. An increase he didn't care about. He flicked the window out of existence and it was immediately replaced by another screen, this time displaying the items he'd received. He'd received two weapons, the boss's cleaver and a… zombie arm. Yeah… The boss cleaver was quite good. Flesh render was its name. No special abilities, but better than his in every way. It can't really stab, though. Alex noted. Alex equipped it, and as expected, the giant cleaver in his hands shrunk until it was a little bigger than a normal great sword. However, a warning sign showed up. Damn, I don't have enough strength for it. Alex thought. He put it into his inventory and took a look at the zombie arm. It was called unarmed combat.
"Ha ha." Alex said humourlessly.
Of course they would add something like this. A zombie arm called unarmed combat. It was actually quite decent. It was a 1 handed weapon that was affected by your unarmed skill, increasing its damage by using both the unarmed and the one handed mace skills. It could turn into a powerful weapon, assuming it found the right user. So he should probably sell it or something.

Alex took it out of his inventory and held it, swinging it around. It was lighter than he was used to, but it moved like a normal hand. Or at least, he thought it did. He wouldn't really know, he'd never seen a dead body before. He had some fun swinging it around, but put it back in his inventory. Unfortunately for him, the entertainment value of his new zombie arm slowly faded down, and he realised that he was kind of bored. And it would likely only get worse unless he found something he wanted to do.

Alex opened up the system and began writing up a report to the game masters. He didn't really pay attention to the words, because in the end, he was practically nit-picking. That said, it deserved a report. Dear GMs. Today, we fought a boss – the one that was made up of corpses. I forgot its name. He wrote. Alex was easily bored. He didn't go to school anymore, but he didn't have any aspirations in life. He lives life to live, because that's a good thing, but he doesn't have much fun with it. At some point in time, the boss activated his dark magic, but several veteran players noted that it was earlier than usual. He continued. What made people happy in life? It was something he didn't really know. His life was good, his family was good. He had likes and dislikes, good relations. But he couldn't find something to keep him occupied. His attention shifted from thing to thing. Games, books, TV shows. Sometimes he'd stop reading a book halfway through because he knew exactly what would happen. And that was a problem. Then, at another point, the boss's AI changed. It was similar to sentience. It used a powerful knockback attack followed with a slam to kill several players at once. Then it began targeting the healers. Maybe instead of spending time in VRMMO's, he should do something productive. Like go to university, or get a job. Become a space pirate. Anything. Anything to relieve the boredom. And preferably something that'll be seen by his children, and his grandchildren. All of his descendants. Something that would be a testament to his great mediocrity for all to see. Assuming he had children, grandchildren or descendants at all. It was kind of alright in the end, but you should probably look into it. He finished. He thought for a second. Also, I don't know if it was intentional, but I picked up its cleaver and started dealing huge damage. He added. He thought for another second and erased it. That was something interesting, short-lived as it was, and he didn't want them to patch it out.

At any rate, there was nothing Alex could keep doing forever. He would get bored of it really fast, and he never felt any measure of investment in something, once he'd squeezed out every last drop of fun he could get. He wanted something to keep him interested. Something refreshing, or exciting. Maybe he could learn some magic, or he could give original skills a go.

The message went something like this:

Alex hit the send button and stretched a little. It wasn't a big thing for him, the glitch. That said, it might be big for someone else, and that wasn't exactly a great thing. As he stopped concentrating, some conversation filtered into his attention.
"You know, you can't exactly consider yourself a decent player if you're going to complain about every hit point you take. Oh yeah, and if I were administration I would probably make every boss continuously harder if too many people are able to CK it." His freshly revived spriggan party member (Kite) said.
"They wouldn't make money like that, you know." Alex said idly, yawning after he said it.

He noticed that the group leaders were arguing, likely about the glitch that happened. But before he could throw in his two cents, another of his party members spoke up.
"What are you two complaining for? As raid group leaders, you should be more concerned about your failure to lead properly and anticipate unexpected events in a battle situation. You may have fought this boss many times, but that is no excuse to become complacent and lazy as a raid leader. A competent leader should be prepared for whatever happens and accept their own failures." Their salamander shield-bearing swordswoman said (Athena).
"Now, now." Alex said. "You should remember that this is a game. Fighting the boss multiple times is a great excuse to become complacent and lazy, because games run on patterns. And besides, a game is supposed to be fair, especially an MMO. They wouldn't have something like that without telegraphing it first."

Thankfully, their cat archer spoke up.
"So," She (Arina) said. "We did it. What did you guys think about this?"
Alex thought for a bit. It was kind of easy at the start, but then he did the jump-onto-its-head-and-stab-it-repeatedly thing, which was great. Then the boss threw his cleaver, which missed Alex by barely anything, which he also later picked up. That was also great. But as he mentioned before, the glitch was a real mood killer, and that was all he could think about for the last part of the fight, which was about as mediocre as the start. This all boiled down to one statement which he tended to use an awful lot. Alex shrugged and gave his answer.
"It was alright, I guess." He replied.

[User]
Shishirou tried to climb the wall of corpses that was the monster, to no avail, but she was still out of its range and didn't have its aggro on her, so she at least had that going for her. She was a little confused as to what to do next. Keep hitting it with her sword just as she had done before? Try and do something innovative with her wings? Before she could reach a satisfying conclusion, the monster shouted yet again and she knew it was about to be killed. "Wah! No, wait! I want to kill it! I can't NOT kill it after quoting Shizuo like that!" It was inevitable, though. The boss was just in the brink of disappearing. Someone else had gotten the last hit bonus, but she could damn well try. With a quick thrust, she stuck her katana on the boss' flesh, just before it disappeared. "Ei!" The boss then disappeared. No last hit bonus, but at the very least, she was satisfied with the result.

She walked happily to where everyone else was, thinking just how much fun it had been battling that boss. It really seemed intelligent for a bit there. Maybe it was intelligent? Oh, well, who cares? He'll respawn after a few minutes, hours perhaps, so it's not like they 'killed' something intelligent. As she approached the group that was fighting, she couldn't help but curiously see them with a baffled expression. "Um, guys? It's a GAME. Glitch or not, don't you think it was really fun? Kinda like, the glitch made it twice harder to beat than normal, no? Isn't that, like, REALLY exciting! If you don't think so..." With an slightly sarcastic smile on her face, Shishirou couldn't keep the next words in her mouth. "Then what the hell are you doing here, playing a game? Aren't these kinds of things made for this?" Then, she heard the Spriggan in her party speak up too. Well, he was right about what he was saying. "Yeah, what he said!" She said, pointing at him with a big smile on her face.

She then turned back with a happy look on her face. She seemed proud of something, probably of herself. 'I was assertive, wasn't I? I know I was! Hehe!' Shishirou then walked all the way to where the others in her party were gathering, not too far from where the raid leaders were, but anyhow. She got to hear T1m and Athena, and decided to raise her opinion too, simple-minded as it was. "If they told you about every little change they did, my mail would positively be in the border of exploding anytime now. Besides, it adds to the element of surprise! Maybe we got to saw what the boss will act like in the next update 'cause of that glitch! Do you really mind it that much if the game isn't fair?" Before anymore witty comments could be made, though, Arina asked something.

"Any game becomes boring if it lacks thrills! As said by a certain butler, I think the same. The boss was really fun to fight. I'd fight a glitchy boss like that anytime, any day. I'd take him with less chained corpses on, though." The chained corpses boss was several times better than her boring everyday, though. College life wasn't as exciting for her as she had heard before. The 'Party now, study later' she had heard of was a lie, like the cake. Still, given that her area of expertise was around these programming things, she too had to raise an opinion on the IA of the boss. "She is right, though.... The IA was really unusual. For a while there, it really seemed to believe that it should preserve itself, even over the users.... Not cool, man, not cool."


[System]
Race: Human

Posistion: Winter

Age: 19 going on 27

Personality: Bayen is a very sincere person that enjoys every being that he meets, whether they are leaving his life or entering it. While he normally keeps to himself he rather enjoys comradery, celebration, and jokes of the more strange nature. He does not mind helping others out he rarely asks for anything in return, though fully expects for help when he needs it the most. Often the words that come out of his mouth are odd and distinguished, he is not quite used to the winter court yet. However he listens well with his ear ever to the ground, most people pay him little mind because of his addled actions. Truthfully he still has his wits about him despite being stuck in the Fae realm, he simply finds himself bound into a painfuly realistic video game. With a love to 'Level Up' his abilities.

Appearance:
Background: Bayen was quite the abnormal shut in as a young man taking very little time to care for his room, as he found peace in the chaotic organization. While he was like this he himself was never dirty, and his clothes never on the floor. His mind was simply... too unfocused to be concerned about a higher purpose than having fun and games. One day he trekked through the woods under his parents demand that he get some sunlight due to his overly pale complextion. Well that was the last time that he saw the Earth's sun.

As he came apon the circle of oaks he shook his head slowly in disbelief "It couldn't be..." His murmur seemed to echo in his mind "Open stat window!" He cried fully expecting to see the screen pop up with a nondescript notification sound. As it did not happen he shrugged and walked through the singular opening in the ring of growth and got a pleasant surprise. He found himself evanesenced into a new world, full of interesting sights and strange hues.

His first encounter with the Fae brought him no misfortune, he was offered food and wine. To which he declined stating "I do not feel like accepting food from a being that know nothing of! For my knowledge it would not agree with my constitution." As he was ever cautious of new things. He survived for a long time on what ever water he could find as well as fruits that he noticed obvious herbavores eating.

For the first year he wandered until he came to the courts of winter rumor followed him as a strange one that accepted nothing and followed his own logic. When he first saw Marzena he bowed graciously as a human could and inquired "Might I have a morsel of food? Or perhaps a dagger to keep me safe?" of course with he gamer logic he long ago figured what setting and plot he was in. This being stated he fully intended to serve the mighty queen as she had piqued his interest in several ways. In his mind she was something to study and a main quest giver of sorts, while he does as he pleases most of the time he makes it very obvious to Marzena alone that her wishes are his priority. With this only she knows his true name, most others call him Bain.

During his stay he has worked on his smithing heavily, he rounds his skill level near sixty as he has worked with any metal he can get his hands on. He is neither proficient nor a novice at his craft. Although he can weave metal and mend things already made into existence he refuses to talk of his abilities as he feels that his work speaks of itself. He also marks all of his things with three circles, the two on the inside of the larger are closer together. Much resembleing a game disk. He appears infront of his liege frequently asking for metals too keep under her debt, during this time he also brings gifts often shaving off a sliver of what he owes.

Roughly two years ago an older Fae was looking to court him, not for her own pleasure but in hopes to curry a favor from him, and eventually, Marzena. Although his response was a little off the wall in attempting not to lie "You are not 2D. I am not interested in you, sorry." These two statements brought about the misunderstanding that he is only interested in fictional women. To which he greatly regrets, as he finds many of the Fae women attractive. His aloof demeanor generally makes him seem completely uninterested in anything he is not currently 'Leveling Up.'

Since he has had time to refine other ability sets he has a low rating in swordsman ship, he guesses twenty, but a much higher skill in countering and off setting his opponent.

[User] Galahad marched through the forest, tramling the grass under his steel boots. He could sense something, though he did not know what it was. He felt the danger in the air though, a sixth sense that he'd developed from years of being in the forest. He turned to his fae and relayed his message. "Be careful going forward. There may be danger." Galahad kept up his steady pace, one hand on his sword. There were fae out there that might sense danger and send their people ahead to scout it, or march in the back of the group. Galahad was not one of those commanders. He knew that death would come for them all, in time, and Galahad felt no need to try and run from it. If today was his day, then it was his day.

[Assistant] Feoras' eyes get brighter as the group stomps into view. This group seems to disregard his forest that he is very fond of. Not only that but they seem to have a fae tied up. He recognizes none of them which makes them trespassers to him. Good. The leader talking about danger. A brutal smile as the flame on his wrist dissipates as easily as it had appeared. Silently he drops in front of them and tilts his head."danger only comes to those who seem to ask for it." his voice comes almost as a purr, his eyes vibrant red orange showing that he is still furious at the insult and angry at the group. Loners using an area as a hide away he was fine with, but a group stomping through with no care for the foliage he looked at as rude. He seems unarmed, but those who know him know better. His hands being at his side was just as dangerous as him having anything there.

[User]
When Grimalkin said his name, he felt his skin tingle on edge, and he bit his lip, had he made some kind of mistake in telling this creature his name> A look of horror spread across his face he morphed into a human form. " What are you?" He asked, shaking now," Before we go any further, I demand a full explanation. What are you? What did you mean when you called this the world of fairies? And why did you care so much about my name?" He asked, his voice getting more and more panicked and loud as he went on, completely yelling at the man by the end.

 As the Fall kings voice echoed through the land, Ardaie audibly groaned. She clapped her hands, and called for a court magician to come to her room. One quickly showed up, and the queen said," Please be a dear and send me to the British Isles, the peace talked to be exact," She drawled, and the Magician bowed, and within the minute Ardaie faded from her castle to the meeting place. In her hand, there was a cup of tea that was at least a third sugar, which she took a sip from. She sized up the other rulers and felt great disdain for each and every one of them. In the end, they were all just obstacles on her way to ruling the rest of the land, and for her to act like they were anything else would simply be a detriment to herself. "Good morning," She said, her voice brimming with false enthusiasm," How lovely it is to see all of you!" She gave a wide smile to the other rulers as she finished off her tea.

[Assistant] Galahad let out a deep sigh as Feoras came into view. He kept his hand on his sword, wary of this fae. He recognized him. He was the ruler of the Summer Court, a fae that Galahad had come by many times in his travels but never spoken to. "My lord. It's a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance. I'd give you my name but I'm no fool. Most people call me Gally. You're welcome to as well. Any how I'm sure you've heard of me. I'm a pretty well known bounty hunter and all. I'd hope you'd let us pass today. My good friend is a member of your court, she goes by Bren to most. She speaks quite highly of you," Galahad said, his words flowing out as smoothly as silk. He looked the Summer Ruler in the eyes as he spoke, unafraid of the fires that were supposedly wielded by the Fae Lord.

[User] Feoras listens to the fae start spinning silk to talk his way around him. He tilts his head then taps his chin as if considering allowing them through. "it is lovely to be talked highly of. However, you have a problem. She is a member of the court not you. Actually not any of you...especially the rather displeased tied up one" he seemed to be gaining amusement from this but his anger from the insult was still clearly there. As he gestures to the group red flames start to dance on his finger tips. "considering that...why should I let you who trampled the forest floor with no regard, through these lands unharmed? Or even allow you through at all?" his full attention then lands on Galahad with a look that would give most fae a heart attack. His attention with these colored eyes is always a game of risk. Wrong words lead to horrible injuries or death. The fire on his fingers seem to make his features sharper, more feral.

[Assistant]
His expression souring, Grimalkin turned back to Max with a frown. It was too late now for him to present any difficulty or real resistance, but still it was annoying to be called out in such a manner. The use of the word 'fairies' was particularly irritating.

"Listen closely this time. This is the Fae Realm, home to all types of those you humans call 'fairies.' If you wish to be specific, I am a member of the race known as Cait Sith, or the Fae Cats. I wished your Name from you as payment for a bargain and because Names, true Names, have power. Now, Max Oscar Napras, you will cease your caterwauling and address me with a civil tongue. We go now to my Queen, and you will follow." Berating the man in little more than a harsh whisper, Grim stepped close and put his face close to Max's while allowing his glasses to fall enough to show his eyes. He had barely finished when the voice of the Fall King rode across the winds of the realm. Thinking on the call for a moment, he decided to make one of his own, though entirely more personal. Calling on the magic within him and that bestowed upon him by his Queen, he sent a message by way of thought to his liege.

Mine wondrous Queen, I fear the distance is too great for me to come immediately to your side. If thou wouldst honor me with a favor, I ask that you summon thy humble servant. I have with me a human as well, whom I have coerced into my service. He would also require transport by thy hand, unless you prefer that I return him first to Court before rejoining you. As ever, I await thy call.

@Natsu

[User]
Bringing down the hammer to the anvil heavily Bayen beat the glowing cherry red piece of bronze to the shape he wanted. Which was a semicircle, it was rather flat but he folded it over to the center making it look much like a petal. When it had the perfect shape he pressed it to several other pieces that appeared the same, but were different sizes and twists. When the actions came to a close he set a saphire to the center, the flower resembled a geocentric carmilla that was fresh as spring. Even though he knew it thrived in the heart of winter, to bring life to it he frosted it with melted bronze making sure that it had perfection as much as he dared with his human hands.

For a while after he rested, this thing he did not brand his own. However he did inscribe on the bottom 'Leo' so that it might seem more personal. His soot blemished hands brought a mug to his face partaking of wine that he had been awarded, it was a time of celebration to him. As his mastery had most definantly grown to the next stage, chewing a on bit of bread he proudly admiried his chilled work. He sighed with questions buzzing around his mind "I most certainly enjoy the looks of it, but will she?" his pondering met his lips gently, hesitantly. For deep in his heart he knew that anything he gave to her that he molded with his talents would be loved, though closer to that of a mother taking a finger painting of a very young child.

It was slightly frustrating that anything he did awarded him with the response that be fitted an animal doing a set task. Good boy. He shook his head slowly and set the piece of jewelry down, this was a two fold attack. The first was to gain acknowledgement for his rapidly growing talent, the second intended of a more tricky nature. He planned on asking for iron... Knowing of its volitile nature he expected little. He had been of pure intentions planning on giving Marzanna the curved dagger he already planned on making... To a certain degree he simply wished to sing iron into a form, his mind rolling the details around picking ideas up like a snowball rolling down a fridged mountain.

Leaving the coals aglow the youthful man stood to wash his face and change attire, taking off the leather apron and long sleeved tunic he washed himself down with a wet rag. Afterwards replacing said items with his dress shirt and formal coat, he rather enjoyed the blue hues that he surrounded himself with. Although not quite as much as the steel saber that adorned his hip, to others around him such a thing was wasted on him. His practice was not lacking, he simply spent a larger quantity of time with his momentary passion. He sighed inwardly unsure as to how the next few hours would be spent "I wonder if she is home?" He inquired to himself anxiously. He most certainly thought of the winter court to be home, while it was not quite the warmth he wanted from those around him. He knew that his boredom would never grow, and that words were things to play with more than to truthfully deal straightly.

Of course with the time never having meaning to Bayen he cared little of how long, but everything had been gauged by how well he spent that time. As well as the productivity he gained from his actions. Never leaving his room he travelled to the frozen palace through a gateway from his closet. Knowing how his Queen hated the fires he had begged a fair time ago that he would receive a forge a distance away from the castle. Given that he had been a human a few protested in secret that nothing good would come from his hands, and he fully intended on showing them up. In secret of course, for proving any little thing to them would be a petty reflection of his character. He justly wanted to grow, things he gained for himself were by his hands and sweat alone.

After feeling the tug of gravity pulling him foreward, almost as though he was being rushed forward with great intensity, he graciously stumbled into the kitchen narrowly avoiding a cook "Many apologies, I have still not found my teloporting sickness medicine." He stated bowing a slight amount. Calmly he took lengthy strides to the Hall with high thoughts of hope, these included seeing Marzanna for the first time in a month. As he had been squirreled away in his own little space for some time. His mind did not include the peace meetings easily, but since he could not find her any place he assumed it must be important for her to be gone. Tapping one foot he craned his head with a thoughtful look checking mentally where else she might be "Well, I wish her the best of luck to any adventure she might take up." He languished briefly to himself.