[System]
Age: 8 months since prime activation

Gender: None, goes by the male pronoun

Race: Machina model based on Mura

Appearance: Built to appear friendlier and to avoid damage through physical abuse, Cecil was built to appear as close to a Mura youngster under the assumption people would be less inclined to hurt a child. Standing at 4'8" he has a surprising weight in his arms and legs while the rest of his body is lightweight and durable. His arms and legs can be removed to change his clothing while the strap across his chest can be unbuckled from the front.

Element Affinity: N/A

Magic: Self-technopathy – Cecil can attach machinery onto his body and control it.

Gear: Power gauntlets used by construction and repair Machina upgraded to the highest spec. Comes with a self-service kit. Cecil's boots allow him to run vertically on surfaces and walk upside-down through the release of magnetic currents. He can't run or walk like this on wood and vibrations can cause him to fall.

Brief history: Part of an experimental range of Machina that are designed to be able to blend in with normal people. Designed to limit Helpers from being damaged, Cecil was due to be released and established as a builder who would help with construction; however, Cecil held little interest in being one of these and seemingly escaped. The exact circumstances of his escape are unknown, even to him as the last memory he has was being out in the great wild world. The programming within him probably knew what he was doing here so the surprise to be had was not massively overwhelming.

Cecil felt he had a purpose if he was being sent to this side of the realm and immediately he was off looking for it, searching for what he was programmed to fulfil. Completely unaware of the troubles and even the Church of the land, his outlook was naïve at best. He was a hard working Machina, he knew that much, and to find what he needed to do was his top priority. He knew how to read but couldn't write, if questioned about his looks he felt he knew the answer, telling people they were for construction work. Those travelling would rarely question him and would either be curious about the maker of his Machina to which would only confuse him.

Cecil didn't know much about this world but learning it from travellers proved fruitful. He learned that people used machinery quite commonly and people didn't appear to know he was just the same as that machinery. Learning from these people was proving to be educational, but he still had some questions that needed answering. Any other Machina he came across and tried to talk to didn't have any sort of leverage for conversation, as if they didn't have a mind like him and was simply 'following the program'. Whether he was following his program or his own curiosity he couldn't quite tell, but he had to find some answers somewhere in his own time. To explore the world and find what he needed to do was his first objective.

Additional info: Despite being a machine, there appears to be something off about this new model of Machina. If the personality he had didn't give enough suspicion, it was almost as if he was more than simply a new design, almost as if he was assimilating a sentient being without internal programming needed.

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Zander stood there frozen in place for a moment processing what the thug in half crazed hysteria had said. Sleep magic, would have little to no effect on him, he also doubted that he could talk his way out of this one. Guarding the door, suddenly seemed like a rather stupid idea to the logical part of his brain. He had no magic that could do damage, with sleep out of the picture he took a deep breath and kept his eyes on teh man's chest. Hopefully it would give a few tells of his movement with the blade, otherwise Zander was in trouble. He kicked himself for not hollering for one of the others, but knew over the ruckus he was less likely to get an ally and more likly to draw more attention to himself.

Everything seemed to slow, the sword wielding slaver brought down his blade in a curve, Zander hadn't even realized what was happening. He went to leap back and felt the closed door greet his back. Bringing up the wooden staff as quickly as he could, he swung it like his own sword, striking the broader blade of the others and giving him a chance to get out of the way from his deadly edge. He spun on his heel, taking three quick steps away and brought his staff up and around.

The slaver knew what was coming, and brought his large sword up in a sweeping motion. Zander's wooden staff caught it, but was not thick enough to fully stop the blow, red hot pain laced his chest again. Mirroring the cut from the ship from the ice, he cursed and bite his lip hard to keep from screaming. He wouldn't go like this, he had escaped his father's wrath and branding, had escaped his mother's claws and her beating when he spoke back to her. He cursed them with everything and for a moment, the slaver was his father sneering down at him and in his rage Zander leapt at the man. Terror and rage fought for being acknowledged in the healers mind but all he could do was get his hands around the others throat, having knocked them both to the ground. His chest screamed for attention, his hands hurt from squeezing the other's throat. He didn't realize he was screaming out his rage as he used his grasp on the other to try to bash in his skull using the wooden floor as best he could.

"I won't die, I won't die... I WON'T DIE HERE!"

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Geoffrey cursed when he couldn't find a way up, and went to find a back entrance to keep tabs on it with his bow, no one in or out unless he knew them. He kept the bow loose at his side, as to not bend the bow and have it lose power. He kept his eyes trained and ready to take out any of those rats that tried to make a run for it. The building wouldn't be a good idea from him to go into, he'd lose range and distance. He kept his eyes open though, nothing in, nothing out. he kept repeating to himself. Not unless it was Ethan and their group.

[Assistant]
As nauseating as everything was they couldn't stop, not until Amuné was safe. Even as Ethan felt his heart in his throat and his ears muffled by his thundering pulse he stumbled along, not daring to turn his head and look at any of the dead men laid around the building. It was atrocious, unnecessary, and yet wasn't this what they needed? To save Amuné at any costs? Even so he couldn't accept that so many casualties were needed for it, all of their lives snuffed out for the sake of her. He held the girl dearly but wouldn't want someone to die in her place, certainly not near a dozen men or so. Almost running on auto-pilot as he walked along his head swiveled slightly hearing a growl and noticed Wyth's large frame slinking out of a door, Cecil hot on heels. That had to be the way to Amuné, she was somewhere in that direction. They were coming, she was going to be safe soon. She only had to hang on a little longer.

Blast that mountain of a man struck hard, and with only one kick too Nymira's arms already felt numb. Gritting her teeth as she picked herself up out of the crate she'd shattered she spun her dagger in her hand and watched the man approach her, anticipating his movement by watching how his torso turned slightly to the right and his his right arm cocked back slightly, ducking and preemptively avoiding a massive cleave that sliced into the wall at her back. Kicking out on her own she struck him in the leg to try and bring him down yet found no such luck, having to duck away again to avoid being grabbed by the throat. She managed to get a small cut on his side as she darted away to make room and took the moment to try and gather her thoughts on just how she was going to defeat this man. Powerful and large, he seemed well versed in combat too, not an easy foe for one her size. Magic wasn't an option, she couldn't use it on someone without a Saints blessing, which meant this would come down to an old fashioned brawl.

Keeping her eyes firmly on the man she watched every move he made, doing her utmost to sort the feints from the actual strikes and reacting accordingly. Duck, step to the side, knock away his arm, for a man of his size he was surprisingly quick and precise with his strikes, nothing being wasted in his movements. Narrowly avoiding having her head taken off she swung out at his arm and sliced along the forearm enough to make him drop his sword, albeit temporarily. Nymira only just managed to raise one arm to defend herself when she was kicked in the side, dropping her dagger as she was thrown across the room and into the wall. The impact was a painful one and her arm burned in pain immediately, her head swimming from the landing. With a muted groan she pushed herself up and stumbled to her feet, noting the blood seeping from her reopened leg wound and from a fresh cut on her head. Trying to retrieve her second dagger she gasped as the man was upon her, a hand around her throat as she was lifted off of her feet and pushed into the wall.

"Fuck... Fuck... They're dying out there! We've gotta move 'em!" a slaver shouted, looking at Amuné and the other prisoners frantically.

"Where we gonna move them, eh? Only two doors outta here and they're through that mess!" another snapped back, shaking his head and looking at the locked door, "They've gotta be comin' in here, aye? Let 'em come, we'll ambush whoever gets through and kill 'em nice and quick! Problem solved."

"Right, and what about that fucking growling we're hearing, huh?" a third shot back with a gesture to the door, "They've got some big mutt or something! And there's more than one of them too! We're gonna try and fight them all in this little room huh?"

"Unless you've got a better idea yeah, that's what we're doing! Now shut your traps and get ready!" No sooner had he said that did something slam against the wall outside of the room, a faint groan following as a warning that the guard had been taken down somehow. The three men exchanged worried glances before fetching their weapons about the room, the foremost grabbing his dagger and inching towards the door. Pressing himself up against the wall he put a finger to his lips and waited, not moving an inch until the door was kicked open and nearly off of its hinges. With a wild grin he stepped out and thrust his dagger into the first person at the door, expecting to see a trail of blood flowing from the wound he made. Only there was no blood, and the dagger barely made it an inch into the boy's skin before it stopped, unable to penetrate any further. Staring down at his weapon utterly dumbstruck the slaver glanced up at Cecil, not understanding whatsoever what had just happened. "Huh...?"

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Wyth came in on Cecil's heels, slipping around the Machina and the man that stabbed him and leaping for the one beyond. But the room was more open, and Wyth's flank was undefended. One of the other slavers sank his long knife into the feline's haunch, and Wyth yowled in pain, turning to snap at the man. The injury had the cat limping badly now, but his girl was right there, he could smell her now.

Amuné got to her feet when the door was smashed in. The first one through wasn't who she expected, but really, she would even be glad to see Zander's scowl at that point. "Cecil!" she cried with a sob, running to the bars of her cell and reaching a hand through them, even though he was across the room. "And Wyth..Cecil, get me out of here!"

Wyth crossed the room as quickly as he could with two injured legs, hitting the bars of the cage with considerable force as he tried to break it open with sheer bulk. But the metal held, and he stumbled back with an unhappy noise. His girl flinched at the strike, but moments later she was reaching out to run her hand through his coarse fur. Wyth only spared her a moment for comfort before he turned to face the rest of the room with a growl. Anyone that wanted to get to his girl would have to go through him.

[Assistant]
Cecil was fairly confident that Wyth knew where to go, it just meant he was going to end up having to take this on alone as he soon lost sight of the others. He didn't know what he was going to encounter along the way whether it was more of those men or if they were starting to retreat, it certainly didn't help when he was so unfamiliar with people that bad ones were completely lost to him. If they had already escaped then that would be bad, it would mean Amuné would be gone too and then what. He was pretty nervous, not because he was going to take some punishment but because he was by himself in a terrible situation and nobody else was going to be able to help him. Wyth was not able to fight very well by the looks of him, he was definitely on his own. Frowning as he moved, he continued to look back as if to tell himself that he wasn't alone, but it seemed he was.

Just what was he supposed to do? He couldn't punch people too hard, they would break and he would get in trouble. If he used his electricity he might lose control of it and end up hurting someone he didn't mean to. He was going to have to calm down first at least, he couldn't get into further trouble after what he already did before. It wasn't fair, everyone expected so much from him but when he did fulfil his purpose everyone got mad. Maybe if he was calm the men would also be calm and not immediately attack him, giving the others time to come along and help him. But what if somebody wasn't going to come help him? He didn't know what he might do, he felt totally lost.

Approaching an area where the sounds of talking could be heard he couldn't really make out what was being said, but it definitely sounded like they weren't planning on moving quite yet too. He was definitely certain now, but with Wyth making so much noise he probably didn't have the surprise attack. Moving faster to keep up with Wyth he pulled back a fist the moment he spotted a man before throwing it as a projectile, catching the man by surprise and saving him the close combat troubles. Pulling back his gauntlet with the chain he approached the door, knowing now he was probably in the right place seeing as how the man had been here.

Throwing back a foot he broke open the door, being hasty to try and enter before feeling a force hit his body. Gasping only briefly out of surprise he looked down at where the man had attempted damage on him, only looking at him briefly before he wrapped his hand around the man's arm and let out a sharp electric burst. Throwing the man off to the side afterwards he pulled the lodged dagger out of his body, frowning lightly before tossing it to the side. That probably left a mark in his shell, but it was under his clothes so that wasn't a concern. Throwing back his gauntlets again he soon threw them straight for the other men, his eyes absent-mindedly looking to Amuné as she decided to bark orders at him. "Yeah! I just…was busy…" Moving quickly for the cage he pulled his gauntlets back to him before using slipping his fingers in-between the bars, pulling them and the ones beside them apart with relative ease.


[System]
Appearance:

Age: 22

Gender: Male

Gear:
* Weapon:
War Mace: An Iron Hammer with a sharp tip to increase deadliness. An easy weapon to obtain.
* Helm: Giaprey Helm: White helm made from Giaprey materials. The hallmark item of a snow-lands hunter.
* Torso: Giaprey Mail: Made of Giaprey materials, this practical armor is a northern hunter's trademark.
* Gauntlets: Giaprey Vambraces: The snow white Giaprey material of these vambraces make a tenacious armor.
* Faulds: Giaprey Tasset: Tasset made from Giaprey material. Superior item that matches ability with beauty.
* Leggings: Giaprey Greaves: Greaves made from Giaprey material. Beautiful design optimized for hunting.
* Talisman: N/A

Fighting Style/Tactics: Throwing full force into everything is how Kaze fights. Every swing should be made to cripple a monster, every smash made to destroy it's life. Using the momentum of his heavy weapons to amplify the force of his own strength. While others keep a monsters attention he comes in from the side or behind to smash their legs into uselessness. Destroying the core of a monsters strength tends to be where he is, crushing their limbs. Or sometimes even assaulting the head from below with powerful uppercuts with his hammer to shut their mouths, denying them their breath attacks.

Useful Skills:
Kaze is particularly skilled at moving through whatever environment he's in. Snow, vines, mud, or shallow water doesn't slow him down. With the strength in his legs it's difficult to knock him on his ass as well once he plants himself. Given the strength in his legs he can lunge in and out of combat, moving several feet at a time. This allows him to be highly mobile when dodging in and out of a monsters attack pattern.

Kaze is also fairly skilled in tracking. He's tracked monsters through snow and mud, some of the more difficult terrains to go through. He's not perfect but he can give a general idea in direction if all they have to go by are footprints.

Personality Buff(s):
Kaze is naturally aware of his surroundings and wary of his foes. He's always moving around, keeping things in sight and shifting away from parts of his surroundings he deems dangerous. Given his wary nature he's always hovering on the flanks or behind a monster, waiting for a proper opening before moving in. This makes him rely heavily on other hunters to create openings or distractions for him to move in and capitalize on.When attacking from behind or from the flanks Kaze deals bonus damage to monsters.

Out of hunting he enjoys cooking quite a bit as well. He grew up in the north where food tended to be bland but nutritious. So he learned how to make good tasting food that was just as nutritious. During his travels he learned from the various Felyne chefs that had their little eateries in the villages. He's not a master but he does alright when he has the ingredients.

Miscellaneous: Got nothin just yet...

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Rex

The young man had been hesitant at best to hunt in a group as large as this. A four-man team, plus Palicoes, he was alright with. But in a group this big it meant that the spoils-- anything carved off the dead monster, any kind of secretions they gave off-- as well as everything that came from the employer, would have to be divvied up.

And it certainly didn't help that two of his party members were very attractive young women.

Rex had never been good with girls (even more so than most people), especially when they were attractive as the girl in Arzuros armor and the girl in Wroggi gear. Now that he thought about it, why the hell were they so scantily-clad (relatively speaking) when the weather was this horribly cold? Okay, so he would often wear shorts in winter when he was a kid, but showing off that much skin in these temperatures was dangerous. But what a view...! thought Rex. Blood abruptly trickled from one of his nostrils, and he took a handkerchief from his pocket to stop the bleeding.

[Assistant]
SIR SPUD

The laybrinth of the Yak-Yak was a twisted maze of icy cliffs and frozen death traps. Standing at the entrance of this horrifying place, one could not help but feel like their legs grew roots from fear. In the case of monster/farmer/potao morphs, this was a legitimate issue they had to deal with. Spud sat down in the snow, his leg stool rooted to the ground, and used his pitchfork as a makeshift crowbar to pry his boots off the frozen dirt. It wasn't an easy job, as his tender roots instantly froze to the ice, and he had to put all his force into freeing his legs. He waved for the rest of the party so they won't forget him. "Go on then! The beast be in there sumwhere. Leave me and me good 'ol fork to free meself, and I be with you in a heartbeat."

The opening to the maze was several times larger than Spud imagined, and he only realised that the actual entrance was way further away when he finally catchged up to the rest of the party after a 15 minutes trekking on the snow and ice. But this time he was 99.9% sure that it was the entrance of the actual labyrinth, and he made sure to let the rest of the party know his expert opinion. "Well butter my ass and call me peanut, I betcha dis is the cave of da beast." He used his empty hand to scratch his chin and nodded a few times with a serious expression. Now it was time to finally face the beast, and stop the ol girl from eating half the annual crop production. Spud readied his pitchfork, grabbing the handle with both hands and getting a good grip on the creaking wooden handle. Despite the rust and indents on the weapon, it still shined in the bright light reflected by all the ice around them. Without much else to ready or care about, Spud pushed into the maze along with the others, his fork pointed forward like the weapon of the legionaries.

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@JackalopeLove@Sam12435@Otaku95@Zeroth@Lmpkio@KazemitsuThe Greater Jak-Jak
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 The beast shuffled through the thick snow, its pale blue scales reflecting slightly in the grim winter sun. The Jak-Jak uprooted vines and shrubbery from the forest floor, foraging the remaining greens from the hard, frozen ground. The monster brought it's head up from its grazing, vines and bushes hanging from its tusks like racks holding food. It sniffed around its area. Something in the air was musky, metallic, and all around... warm. It was as if a new kind of creature had encroached into the Jak-Jak's territory, something the beast would not like one bit...

"GGGGAAAHHHKKKIIIIII"

 As if to justify it's concerns, a territorial cry rang out from the very heart of the arctic labyrinth. The Jak-Jak, features perked and disposition deadly, cried it's own war call out into the grand, icey bowl it called it's home. And that's what it was going to be; it's home.

 The Jak-Jak's back arched as it charged towards it's den, ripping through packed snow and small trees alike. The vegetation that the monster had placidly put onto its horns was flung away with the power of the Jak-Jak's movements. The skeletal crunch of the cold ground gave an intimidating sound to the Jak-Jak's presence, the sounding becoming louder and louder as it approached the group of monster hunters.

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 Whoosh would be a correct way to explain the Greater Jak-Jak's entrance, the limbs of trees flinging through the air as the beast brought itself into the front of the adventurer's party. Thick snow made a hazy mist around the monster, it's gleaming eyes and horns the only thing visible in the aftermatch of the charge.

 The villagers from a week-ago had obviously come back. They had trudged themselves back into the Jak-Jak's realm, and now they came with the smell and sounds of dangerous intruders. An angry mother Jak-Jak would never allow such an offense to stand.

 Flaring its hunky, scaled wings into the air, the Jak-Jak brought it's battering utensils down onto the party, creating yet another screen of white, snowy smoke erupt from the frozen ground. Brining its snout up into another charging posture, the Jak-Jak barreled into the party's past, lined-up positions. Move or be squashed, puny hunters.

[Assistant]
Lyra Steppon

As soon as she enters the cave, Lyra hears some guy roar with his own battle-cry. It didn't come from her group however, so it's clear that they weren't the only hunters here. Yet why would that guy give his position away so soon is unclear to her. Arguably she's running in blind, but at least she tries to make herself decently quiet.

Or maybe that guy INTENDED to give away their position.

Suddenly, Lyra hears stomping noises coming towards them. This wasn't the sound of hard rocks however... it was a combination of snow, slush, and twigs.

The monster wasn't in the cave after all.

The Jak-Jak bursts into view behind the hunter gang, with large branches flying to the side upon her reveal. It was a big mama indeed, and while despite being covered mostly in snowy mist, she still looks rather imposing. It's pure-white eyes gleam through the cloak of white, with her front silhouette of large front legs and gnarly horns being visible as well. However instead of trembling in fear like most people, Lyra simply grins stupidly in the face of possible death.

"Heehee!" she chuckles, "Fancy seeing you here, Big Mama. You wanna come and play?"

With that her grip on her switch axe tightens, as its handle and blade extends, ready to do combat with the beast. It's bright orange color, made from the scales and skin of the giant Tetsucabra, makes her presence fairly known through the thick snow, almost as if it was a flag. With that she quickly runs in a curved motion parallel to the Jak Jak. She quickly finds a small ledge in which she swiftly jumps off of and raises her axe as she attempts to mount the monster with a cry of her own.

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Rex

Rex almost crapped himself when their target abruptly charged at the group from behind. Luckily he'd already gone ahead and loaded a pair of Paint Shot rounds into his Bowgun. However, Little-Miss-Wroggi decided to charge in with her Switch Axe and attempt to jump on their target's back. He was a good shooter, but not that good just yet. The young man cursed under his breath, and ejected the magazine of paint rounds, and slapped a magazine of Demon Shot into his Hunter's Rifle. He swung the barrel of his weapon towards the other members of the group.

The young man had a particular expression whenever he was in combat: a blank, cold look befitting a serial killer. Without a word he squeezed off a pair of Demon Shot.

[Assistant]
Kaze scowled at the sound of a shout deeper into the labyrinth of the Jak-Jak. Of course some nimrod had to alert the monster that people were here. They also had to leave behind some farmboy who somehow rooted himself to the damn ground. Why do people come along to hunt if they're incapable? He thought to himself as he stomped his way through the snow. Cracking the crusted top and mashing down the powder underneath so the others would continue to have an easier time. The sound of thundering footsteps started coming along, something bigger and heavier than a human.

"Great, it knows where we are thanks to that shout earlier..." He growled just before the beast revealed itself. If it wasn't trying to kill them he would have considered it to be pleasant to look at. The white and pale blue scales matching their surroundings perfectly. Of course the big mother was pissed they were here and charged the group. As Kaze moved out of the way he pulled his hammer from the sling on his back. He wasn't paying attention to what Rex was doing and the girl in Wroggi armor was already trying to get on the Jak-Jak's back. "It's to early for that!" He hollered, having never mounted a monster so early. Normally he tired it out a bit before even attempting that.

Changing directions back towards the mother he lunged at her rear legs. Aiming a strike at her calf with the more pointed end of his hammer. He had seen most people go for the powerful and muscular thighs of monsters, but that was a lot more meat to go through. He'd go for the thinner and more vulnerable lower legs and the feet instead. Not many could walk, never-mind run, on a broken limb.


[System]
"Drizzak is pretty dragon. Look at Drizzak scales! LOOK!"
"Me Drizzak, who you?"
Age:
16.
"Drizzak live long time! Young now but he live forever soon."
Race:
Goblin.
"Drizzak is Dragon! But really he Goblin. No tell no-one."
Class:
Alchemist.
"Drizzak make the dragon-juice, he make the boom, he make the burn and sometimes he make the feelgood gunk."
Biography:
Drizzak does not speak much about his past. Its obvious from the way that he avoids questioning about it that his departure from his family and clan was not an easy thing for him. If one was knowledgable enough, they would be able to find the skin-mark on his neck in the shape of an angry goblin skull and crossbones, meaning 'exile'. All that is known about him is that somewhere out there, in the world, there is a Goblin who believes himself to be a dragon, wandering around in that tattered red dragon costume.
"Drizzak have no past, only future!"
Demeanor/Attitude: Drizzak is, for the most part, extremely friendly and positive, bordering on naive. If one were to attribute an overall alignment to him, it could easy be Chaotic Good. He can be extreme at times, but his heart is in the right place for the most part. His extremism comes from his tendency to be easily excited. He tends to see all other races as different sizes of Goblin for him to preside over, in all his draconic might.
"Drizzak think he good goblin. Is you good goblin?"
Equipment: Drizzak has little to his name other than his chemicals, his weapons and his dragon costume. He wears the costume as much as he can, when he isn't in battle. Whilst in combat he ditches the costume for a simple pair of cloth pants, enchanted to not burn in the fire he sometimes douses himself with. They do absolutely nothing to make him immune to outside sources of fire.

He seems to wear a wickedly-spiked iron collar, set with a lovely fire agate.
"Drizzak like to wear dragon skin a lot, but occasionally he like his pants. They special. No burn so easy."
Skills/Abilities: Drizzak mainly focuses on dominating his opponents through the use of alchemical mutagens, increasing his strength and resilience. The mutagen gives him a red coloration to be more like his idolized 'ancestors'. He also has a surprisingly wide knowledge of makeshift explosives and harmful chemicals. He is not above lighting himself on fire if it comes to it. His knowledge of healing solutions consists of literally throwing potions at people. Thankfully, he knows how to aim them so the broken glass isn't TOO hard to pick out.
"Drizzak drink his dragon-juice and he make the boom and the burn. No get hurt, okay? Drizzak aim not so good today."
Weapons: Drizzak possesses a rather sad little crossbow, able to throw both flask and vials, and bolts. His previous jagged dagger has since been replaced with a lovely silver one.
"He can make shooty and stabby-stab too. No laugh."

Alator is a reptilian woman standing at 6'. She is tall and lithe, some would say she was too skinny at first glance, but ignore them. Instead of a coat of rough, dark scales, her skin is smooth and glossy like that of a dolphin. It seems to always look wet, even when dry, it just has that wet sheen to it. Her skin, in the light, is coloured a deep navy that fades into an electric blue, before fading back again. Iridescent in an almost hypnotising fashion.

Her eyes bear no pupil or iris, and are simply globes of white. Eerie at times, as you never know when she's looking right at you. Her face ends in a short, rounded snout. Starting at her brow and trailing down the back of her neck to her shoulderblades is a fully unfurlable frill, similar to the hood of a cobra. When angered or stressed, this frill unfolds along with a crest atop her head, giving her quite fearsome appearance. The crest continues all the way down her back to her tail.
"Judge me as you wish. In the end, I will still remain."
Name:
Alator Strongscale.
"I am Alator. History has not heard my name, but you have. You are only the first."
Age:
94.
"I'd swear I'm not a day over 30."
Race:
Lizardfolk. With a touch of something sinister.
"I walk as my mother made me. Of the scale, but parted from it."
Class:
Wizard.
"Hold a moment, and watch me light the air on fire."
Biography:
Alator was born in a clutch of eggs, just like the rest of her clan was at one point or another. Her nestmates were the standard fair of reptilian clan-bound warrior breed hatchlings. Green and brown and black were their scales, suited to camouflage and combat in the grasslands, marsh wastes and dark caverns of the world. The perfect brood, bred to defend the clan at any cost. The ideal warriors.

All except for one. One bad egg can spoil the dozen, they say. The same is true for the communal nests of the Strongscale clan. Even when she was within the egg, the nest watchers had trouble quantifying just what had gone wrong during her laying. Alator's parent was, surprisingly nonpresent within the clan itself. One too many times was her egg deemed to be far too small to be of lizardfolk origin. But something kept the clan from dashing her upon the rocks.

When the brood hatched, it was known that Alator was a lizardfolk. It was also know that she was 'different'. No black or brown or green scales to be seen on her, or any pronounced scales to be seen at all. Only the dull, iridescent blue skin to cover her, much like a sea creature's, instead of a reptile's. Born sickly and small, she was the size of a kobold when the others were already beginning their combat training.

Regardless, she was taught to fight. She favoured the staff and spear-like weaponry over all else, and instead of becoming an overall adept with a range of weaponry like her fellows, she chose to stick with a quarterstaff, becoming an artisan with it.

Raids were simple enough to her, being in the rearguard. Stay near the back and keep an eye out. Simple. She had keener eyes than most, and an even keener sense of intuition when it came to danger, or misfortune. It wasn't until she found her first scroll of literature within a raid's spoils that she found her true calling.

She began to go out on her own. To nearby settlements where no one knew of the slipskinned raider that she was to her clan. She went out to do something she felt had greater purpose than just raiding. She went out to learn. Language. Art. Culture. Myth. Legend.

When she unearthed her latent magical ability, she immediately sought tutorship from anyone she could find. Hedge wizards, sorcerers looking for assistants, street magicians. Anyone. She began to lust for knowledge. To crave it. She had to, nay, she WOULD know everything. Her attentions turned from the wider world and focused when she found her future grimoire. Empty and discarded in the smouldering remains of a village. A village she found to have been sacked by the Strongscales.

Her work had all culminated in this, her new purpose. She decided that after leaving unannounced and failing to return out of sheer hunger for more knowledge, she would return and display her magical findings. Findings that she was beginning to record in her grimoire with feverish dedication, as she devouredall the knowledge she could come across on her travels.

Her return was welcomed by less than she had expected. And she had been away for far longer than she anticipated. Her clan was all but dying off. Only a handful of her nestmates remained. The clan was weakened by its lack of good breeding stock. The Warriors were all but gone. Strongscale was no longer near as strong as in their glory days.

She showed herself as she was now. How awesome and terrible her power, that she had spent so long acquiring and developing. She showed her grimoire. She showed herself in all that she was, but they did not welcome her. They feared her. They called her a slipskinned abomination. They shunned her. Attacked her.

They made a grave error.

After consuming what knowledge they had to offer, which was not much, she moved on. Strongscale was put out of its misery and she continued to roam, in search of knowledge that was more enticing and more rewarding than before. She needed to know more.

She needs to know it all.
"Let history be. Grasp the now. Learn as you can."
Demeanor/Attitude:
Cold. Calculating. Morose. Alator rarely shows emotion other than quiet consideration or anger, preferring to mediate and moderate herself in mind as she does in body. Her attitude towards others is as his attitude towards everything is. She speaks on the level, and as an intellectual, preferring not to squabble or fuss over explanation about his actions or goings-on. She is the type to analyse her situation, her comrades and even herself.

Though she can be cold, she is not without her humor. She can sometimes spare a jape at someone's expense, or share a happy moment with another. She is not without emotion, just able to be separate from it when logic dictates her. Occasionally, when engaging her passion, be it reading, writing, conversing or actively practising about or involving magic, she can allow herself a moment to let her childlike wonder shine through. That or her ravenous hunger.

If you were to ask her a question, she would be more than open to helping you to understand whatever it is that is confusing you, should she have knowledge on the subject. Eager to teach, one could say. Alator is easily placed in the Lawful Neutral alignment bracket. She will serve herself first, but tends toward common courtesy and acts with restraint. When she can.
"Come, child. When we make camp, I will tell you of the stars above our heads. There are messages for those that look."
Equipment:
Alator carries little with her aside from what she wears and what she keeps in her pack. She grabs herself in dark robes, lined with fur and covering most of her body aside from her hands. The robes are hooded, and sit beneath a thick cloak of bearskin. Upon her back is a pack filled with relevant reagents she may need for her magic and emergency supplies. Other than those, the only other item she carries are her quarterstaff and her grimoire that acts as her spellbook. Her rather morbid looking grimoire is decorated with rusty iron and tattered cloth. It seems to be covered in occult symbols and scratchings.
"I carry my world with me. Never let what is yours away from you."
Skills/Abilities:
Alator possesses a vast knowledge base on phenomenon of magical origin. Her knowledge on other matters, and her general knowledge, are wide but mostly forgotten due to her voracious focus on magical studies. Other than that, her eyesight is sharper than the average lizardfolk and due to her strange blood, she is slightly more acrobatic than the average bulky, dumb lizard.
"Not your average garden skink, dear."
Weapons:
She carries with her a quarterstaff made of twisted wood and iron, set with a gem in its cage-like top end. Alongside this she has her grimoire. It's rather heavy.
"Careful, dear. I may not cleave you in twain, but I can give you a few lovely bruises."

[User] Elis hopped up on the man and pointed forward, "Onward my loyal steed, to VICTORY!!!" Elis laughed as Hugh carried him out. "And don't worry I won't steal your stuff while I'm up here."

[Assistant]
Hugh stepped off, the little halfling accepting his offer for the ride. He hugged the little ones legs to his sides, and strode out into the crisp night air. He breathed it in, taking a huge breath of air, and exhaling. "Let the adventure" He said, seeming happier than ever. He strode up to his large draft horse, unwrapping the reins from the rack it was tied to, with one hand and pulling it along. "Come along now, Rodger. We've got a journey ahead of us."

Hugh walked briskly, leading along his horse and carrying the halfling at the same time. He caught up with Sana, "Would you mind leading my horse along? my hands are a little full. Just tie his reins to the wagon." He said, shifting Elis up on his back, as though he were a backpack.

[User]
Ellyn looked at the wagon with a big cheery smile on her face, looking forward and actually feeling excited about the journey ahead. She stepped into the wagon slowly and observed what was inside. Ellyn then notices a comfy little spot which seemed perfect for her, it had a little desk next to it and she could write her poems on them!

'Oh! this spot seems perfect!!!' she projected in delight as she sat down there and instantly placed her harp softly on the desk. Meaning she claimed that little space.

[Assistant]
Drizzak leapt from the stool as he noticed the rest of the party leaving, toppling it with a loud clatter as he ran out the door. The bar staff could be heard outside the bar giving a sigh of relief as the dragon had finally left their presence, demanding nothing of them but their attention. The red of his costume almost shone in the light of the moon as he barreled toward the wagon, nearly colliding with one of the wheels as he failed to stop himself in time and went skidding around to the other side.

"We go! We smash! We burn! Ahahaha!"

His laughter was shrill and maniacal as he mounted the wagon and attempted to climb forward to the camel, where he soon found himself standing atop one of its humps. The creature didn't seem to mind too much. It must have been his domineering sense of majesty. His face almost split in two as he pulled an excited grin, jagged teeth glinting in the moonlight. The dark was nothing to his goblin eyes, as he was naturally a creature of the dark. He could see the road and the rest of the group around the wagon. It was almost like being in another raiding party, except everyone, or mostly everyone was taller than him. Drizzak was rather tall for a Goblin, but he usually paid no mind.

The dragon-goblin pulled the hood of his costume up once more before checking his bag and crossbow at his back. Still there. Still safe. He roared as well as he could, looking back at the others before pointing ahead.

"We kill dogmans, we eat dogmans! Yes? Hahahah!"


[System]
Age: 28

Gender: Female

Height and Weight: 5' 10 1/2" and 178lbs

Speciality: Junior-Commissar

Appearance: If there was one phrase that describes how Kata both looks and acts it would have to be 'Nordic ice queen', a fine descriptor for both her bodily appearance and mental state.

From head to toe, we begin with a full head of moderately long hair that is usually tied and twisted into a bun, flaxen blonde in colour and always arranged neatly beneath a peaked cap or out of the way in readiness for combat. Her face, as far as things go, carries the looks of one that most men might find desirable – piercing blue eyes beneath thin arching brows and set against unmarked skin of milky white, a slender nose tipped with something of a point, and a strong jawline and chin with sharp cheekbones, a pair of full lips, and an upside-down triangular shape to it. This would be all good and well if she ever smiled, her lips set almost permanently into a half-grimace except in battle, when they are usually pulled back to reveal her teeth.

At just shy of six feet, and from years of intense training in both the Schola Progenium and in the clutches of the Commissariat, she has developed an oddly mixed build and figure of the masculine and the feminine; her body remaining narrow and lithe, but well-developed muscular tissue clearly visible if and when she decides to expose bare flesh on or off the field, including arms with muscles like twisted cables, and the hint of a stomach that most men would envy. Even her generous chest size could perhaps be found alluring (if one wished to die), although it'd be hard to tell beneath her jacket and tunic anyway.

All-in-all she would not look out of place in the upper crust of a Hive world, nor in the ranks of the Vostroyans or Valhallans, but instead she has become a symbol of fear and weapon of war...just how she likes it.

Uniform: An interpretation of the standard-issue Commissars uniform is what she can be seen in, most guessing incorrectly that she never actually takes it off.

A black great-coat with silver and red epaulettes placed over a form-fitting tunic of the usual black with red linings on the collar and cuff and silver thread about the torso, the peaked Commissar's cap with a silver skull adorning the centre, as well as the regulation black combat trousers (her own including a blood stripe down the outer leg) and a pair of black combat boots reaching to just below the knee.

A pair of black glove, although not standard issue, are worn by her as one of her few personal fancies - the only piece of armour she wears, for she is a combat Commissar after all, is a perfectly polished and kept cuirass, covering both her front and back, which is usually only worn when battle calls.

Armament: A standard-issue bolt pistol and chainsword, although she is not adverse to picking up a las-gun if the situation calls for it either.

Personality/Demeanour: Kata is what most Commissars begin as, even if they mellow over the years, only recently leaving the Commissariat for combat duties and still holding the rank of Junior-Commissar. As such she is a stickler for the details, whether that be how a weapon should be kept, how one should act in front of the troops, or a thousand other lessons that have been hammered into her since she began.

It may also come as little of a surprise that she has no real love for the male gender (nor much more for her own), having gone through a process that churns out male candidates by the hundreds, counting herself both lucky and ashamed to have not been chosen to join the Adepta Sororitas along with other female classmates at the Schola Progenium; she had had to fight hard, claw her way to where she is, and if she has to execute a few perceived cowards to retain her position then so be it!

Although outwardly enchanting, at least in terms of appearance, she is often standoffish and cold to those under her supervision – just as much with those of her peers or superiors that she perceives to lack in one or more of what she believes is necessary to serve the God-Emperor. For this reason she can be, and is, seen as aloof and unapproachable, this being only true up to a certain point.

No-one has ever managed to crack the façade yet, but who knows what the future may hold?

Lastly, though a firm believer in the Imperial Creed, she is not overtly xenophobic toward those that are different than herself – at least in the case of Abhuman servants of the Emperor – saving her hatred for those that deserve it. If you serve the Imperium, fight in their ranks, and die for Him on Terra, then there is no problem.

Greatest Ambition: To serve the God-Emperor in all things, to bring about a 'new dawn' for the Imperium, and to follow 'the book' to the letter while doing it.

Greatest Hatred: The enemies of the Imperium in all their myriad forms, cowards, and those that shirk their duty in one way or another.

Skills: Oddly for one of her cool demeanour, Kata is considered to be an exceptional orator - more than capable of whipping up mobs to fanatical levels and restoring the morale of those around her with her fiery words alone – saving the chapter and verse for the battlefield but not afraid to spout the Imperial Creed whenever it is required. Like all those of her position she also has training in military exercises, weapons proficiency, hand-to-hand combat, and religious studies, having fought on over a dozen words as part of a Cadet squad and gained valuable first-hand experience from this. She is not particularly efficient in any one area, as of yet, excelling as a jack-of-all-trades but only really excelling in speeches and addresses to the warriors under her management. All the same, it would be a madman or an idiot that would seek to challenge her.

History: WIP

Miscellaneous: None

[User]
Laughing to himself over the concerns of friendly-fire the ex-Frateris he turned to his side no doubt giving a good shove to the girl who came to taunt him with her flamer, thinking he had accidentally pushed one of the men behind him. John then muttered an apology to him shifting a little to his right. However since he found nothing in his immediate field of view (worsened by his improperly worn gas-mask, half-awake state and concentration on displaying his new gun) he thus found nothing of interest, and turned back to the beastman with the display of his new weapon. The heavy weapons man just wanted him to know he would have much more trouble taking this one, and to get a look at it's pristine state making it much more dangerous.

He ripped off his gas-mask when he saw the fools who were taking non-combat oriented drugs. He growled at the sight of these vile self-indulgent wretches. People dared criticise him for his blood-lust, when they fell into the traps of the dark master of excess? Truly, Guardsmen were men women and abhumans of great hypocrisy. He would absent-mindedly growl, his focus now dropped off of his childish display and on this source of disgust. He breathed in and out, arms rising up and down, his mask dangling beside his left knee.

Slowly the red began to drain from his face, as he looked on the bright-side. He was not in the Militia anymore, and while the mob-rule (and the mob he liked) was gone, his newfound position as a heavy weapons specialist would mean that he would be behind the other bastards, that they would be sent for the bayonet charges and he would be in relative security, having no bayonet and thus providing cover with his big gun. His mixed feelings left a lot to think about, so he simply stood to attention putting his mask back on, still unaware of the pyrotechnics expert.

[Assistant]
Time: 7:45 PM, Location: Deck-Barracks 792, aboard the Transport Frigate 'Castellan' - ETA til transition to the warp 1 hour

"When are we getting to where we're going and what's the best way to kill what we're fighting when we get there?"

"Ehm... v-vhat huppened too Captain Weiss? Und... ehm vill our positons be avvected by the change in leadership?"

"Captain, can we expect less chances of friendly fire happening to us?"

"Sir! How will we divide the roles in the Company? How will we be divided into support units, shock troopers, or standard infantry detail?"

The questions came swiftly and, in most cases, precisely from the ranks of the assembled company - and it would have come as no surprise that the Captain expected nothing less from a formation crafted from the remains of many different regiments, whether they were Abhuman or fanatic, veteran or greenhorn. After mulling over each question, pausing to allow them all to be shouted or spoken at him, he slipped a data-slate from one of the many pockets placed on his trenchcoat and ran a leather clad thumb over the flickering screen and the Gothic runes before him. He decided that he would answer each question in turn, but as one.

"If those are all the questions," he began as he eyed up each of those that had spoken, waiting for the Wisps to make their way out of the assemblage and toward the Colonel's office, "then allow me now to reply."
Taking a moment to compose himself once more, he cleared his throat and continued in the smooth tone he had been using, lifting a hand momentarily to put a stop to any clapping that was still going on.

"By our best estimates we shall be reaching Warzone Alpha-Zeta-Twelve in just under three weeks of warp travel, of course the immaterium is a notoriously tricky thing and accidents have happened before." His eyes moved leisurely from the goat-man, something he did not really have any personal thoughts on one way or another, to the recently promoted 'Sergeant Ninke', "Captain Weiss is no longer in command, I am. That is all you need to know. As for your promotion...Ingran, Ninke, former vox officer...command has something special planned for you. Attend me after this meeting is dismissed for further orders."

One eyebrow raised itself up a little as the Felinid spoke, the large legionnaire picking out the lithe figure from the masses with a steely glare, "that is a question not befitting a Guardsman, and would be better addressed to your company commissariet," he intoned with a gesture to Kata and Ishmael flanking him on either side but otherwise unmoving, "and there will be no more such questions asked of myself or any other ranking officer, I hope you understand." It was not a question.

The last question was probably the most poignant in terms of what the future was for the regiment, and the Captain thought it over for a minute or two more before replying.

"Each company is to be split into platoons beneath a Lieutenant, in turn these platoons will be further divided into ten-man squads and each assigned a Chimera APC, each squad being home to two NCOs, a weapons specialist, and heavy weapons operator. The Helheim are also being split down further, for use as trackers, sappers and experts in irregular warfare. Yes, one of these Abhumans will be going with each squad, so if that doesn't appeal to anyone then that's too bad. The APCs will be crewed by their own crews, we and the rest of the companies will be used as mechanised infantry formations, fighting as such and in the manner of standard infantry - those with specialist training, such as vox technicians, heavy weapons training and the like will be spread between the squads as evenly as possible."

Having answered all the questions to his satisfaction at least, Captain Rochus got down from where he stood with a shout of "dis-missed!", making his way through mass of murmuring and chattering Guard until he found Ninke.

Leaning in close, easily towering over her, it was obvious just what damage his face had sustained and it was not pretty.

"Vox operator Ingran, you are hereby appointed as acting Sergeant; from here it is up to you to gather together a suitable squad of your own choosing, and requisition one of the regiments Chimera," one finger was thrust toward the other side of the deck, quite a walk away, where the Chimera armoured transports were being attended to by their crew and mechanics, "and one more thing..." now he leant in so close that his breath was hot on her face, "if I ever smell narcotics on you again, I will eject you from service so fast that you won't even realise it until its far too late. Now get out of my sight."

Some feet away, Junior-Commissar Sigrun watched the slightly enraged officer walk back toward the staircase, climb it with heavy footfalls, and enter his office just down the gangway from that of their regimental CO. Her eyes staying on Ninke for a moment before, with an adjustment of her peaked cap and a slight tapping of one finger on the butt of her bolt pistol, he smoothly turned on her heal and began what would be an inspection of the entire company.

---

"Permission to speak, Sir?"

Narrowing his eyes, the Tallarn warrior looked down his hooked nose at the assembled Wisps with a tut of displeasure, "you all look like a damned disgrace to your uniforms, and this does nothing to please me, but if you wish to speak then you have my permission do so."

His gaze could not have been more piercing if he tried, a hard, cold stare that said I see right through you... and was received from a man who could very well back it up by his words and actions.

@Hank@mackielars@Rultaos@Andreyich@NecroKnight@Dannyrulx@agentmanatee

[User]
Upon realizing what she possibly might have done, Persephone takes a small intake of air and immediately looked somewhere where she could avoid her Colonel's gaze. She is being fairly fidgety despite her supposed calm and laidback demeanor that she had before some events unfolded. Her two companions are also showing signs of distress, but the skinnier man seems to hide it better than the other.

"S-sir," she said with a small stutter,  "if this was about the smoking, we can surrender it, sir."

The two men behind her glanced at each other as a comment to Persephone's fairly awkward statement. They would like to ask something else entirely but kept mum. What followed after Persephone's voice was a tense and awkward silence.

[Assistant]
"You will surrender it as soon as you leave my office," grunted the CO with a sigh, lifting himself forward in his chair and leaning his elbows on the desk separating him from the three Wisps, his eyes moving between each of them even as one of his hands moved to lift a Hija almost from nowhere. Slowly he studied it, knowing it could be any one of theirs, placing it gently down on the desk top and staring at them once more.

"Now, was there anything else you wished to ask before I begin?"


[System]
.WIP
Nickname: N/A

Age: Older Pup

Gender: Male

Appearance:
 t6he one on the left

Crush: N/A

Mate: N/A

Pups: nope

Personality:Ranger acts cynical at times but is really a nice lad. He loves to play jokes on others but makes sure that they are going to laugh to. Hates beetles and shelled bugs alike but likes to hide in bushes and chase smaller things. Is very sure-footed and likes to run

Bio: Ranger grew up with only a father as him mother had died at birth. One day his father had gone out hunting and never came back forcing Ranger to go out on his own and barely survive by himself until he came across the Co-Alphas who took him in.j

Rank wanted: Co-Alpha Pup

[User] Ranger sat at the base of his favorite tree looking around at the others until he got bored and walked over to the perimeter of their area and just sat there staring out at the trees which could likely hide dangers that only big wolves could handle, 'I want to go out so bad' he thought to himself.

[Assistant]
The pitch black furred wolf was scanning the pack to see if everyone was there and okay. When Leila saw that everyone was okay, she turned and walked to her cave. She only went there when she wanted to be alone or there was nothing she could do.

Once there at the cave, she walked in letting the darkness camouflage her body. She sat at the mouth of the cave, but made sure she was covered in the dark. She had a good view of the pack and would hear if anyone was in trouble.

But for now, she relaxed laid her hands on her paws as she used her senses. She could hear the sound of the birds chirping and singing, other animals running around, the sound of droplets touching the ground. It was all relaxing to her.

Leila knew they were going to hunt in a little for food for the pack. She couldn't wait to actually dig her claws in the animal and rip-, she shook her head a bit killing the thought from her head. Just can't wait to eat, was all she thought before going back to what she was doing.

[User] His reflection gazed back up at him crisp and clear. Looking up over the pond, it was as if glass. He dipped his head down after gazing around and lapped up some water breaking the surface tension. After drinking his fill it was time to move on and go about the daily business. Soon it would be time to hunt, and the anticipation was killing him. Ulfang was hungry, and he knew that others would be as well. He started his way back to the den, where his pack would most likely start to converge. His would make a small detour near the river, just to make sure things were as they should be and nothing else was amiss. He started on his way at a jog.

[Assistant] Dodger's eyes slowly crept open as he propped up his head a bit seeing a bluish black furred pup infront of him, startled he quickly got up into an attack stance growling(which since hes a pup is actually quite adorable.) he bares his teeth trying his best to look menacing.

[User] Autumn yelped as the pup she had been trying to warm up started growling. Autumn scrambled to her paws, ears lowering to lay flat against her head as she backed up slowly. "I-I'm sorry! You w-were wet and cold and I-I was trying to warm y-you up." She whimpered, continuing to back away until her paws touched the edge of the river. She froze, the realization that she was literally backed into a corner flashing through her mind. The river was knocked off the list seeing as the current was too strong for her. She wondered if she would be able to dart around him.

[Assistant] Dodger seeing the pup was as startled as he was sat down right there and smiled."s..sorry i growled..you startled me.." he says as he examines his surroundings catching movement in the corner of his eye and running off after it eventually catching the squirrel and returning to the tree proudly and happily with the squirrel dripping blood as he held it in his mouth. He drops the squirrel starting to dig in as he is really hungry and after a little bit he looks up with piercing blue eyes, his snout covered in blood"want some?" he asked nudging it toward her a bit"I'm Dodger.... but you can call me Dodge."

[User] Ruka perked up at the bark sent by Wildflower and replied to her with a howl.

[Assistant]
Autumn stared at him warily, body slowly relaxing. She carefully sat down and examined the wolf in front of her. She noted his eyes were blue, now able to see them clearly. As she continued to gaze at him she jumped in surprise when he suddenly took off. When he returned with a squirrel Autumn couldn't but gaze at him in awe. She was never able to catch prey, she was too clumsy and tripping over things. He nudged the squirrel her way and right as she was about to refuse and say she wasn't hungry her tummy chose at that moment to make itself known. She felt her pelt heat up in embarrassment. "I-I'm Autumn." She said shyly as she leaned down to take a small bite of the food.

A howl suddenly echoed through the forest and Autumn bolted upright, eyes wide as she looked around. At first she thought it was her mother but as she listened she noticed the tones were too low to be her mothers voice. This howl belonged to a male. Autumn began trembling, hoping they wouldn't get in trouble if they were anothers' land.

[User] Ulfang eventually made his way to the river, after taking several stops to admire the landscape. He eventually rounded a bend on land next to a part of the river that was slightly lower then the rest. It would be an easy place to cross, as many rocks jutted out of the water to form a sort of path. Something out of the corner of his eye caught his attention, it looked like something moved up ahead of him, something relatively small. His focus broke however as a howl erupted across the landscape. Recognizing it as Ruka's, he began to move ahead, running now. Almost immediately after starting out, he ran through a bramble of low undergrowth coming out on the other side, face to face with two small pups, eating what appeared to be a squirrel.

[Assistant] Wildflower heard Ruka's howl, and her tongue gutted out, forming a wolfish grin. She ran full speed back to the rock, forgetting the task at hand, because soon it would be time for the hunt. Her stomach rumbled, and she tried to Sprint back even faster. She wondered where the others were, and brought herself to a swift stop, she sniffed the air and the hairs on her back raised. She smelled members of her pack, but she also smelled something else. She didn't know if it was hostile yet, but she decided to start approaching the nearest scent, which happened to be Ulfang's. She could only smell one other creature in his direction, but she wanted to make the scale tip in their favor.

[User]
Leila heard a howl which made her eyes open when they were closed to fall asleep. She perked her ears up listening deeper then noticed it was the alpha howling. And with the howl, she could hear the sound of running.

Well better check it out then, so she got up to see who was running.

She creeped out of the cave feeling the sun touch her fur making her shake a bit. Then she focused where she heard running and ran towards the direction.

As she was running, she could smell faint scent of blood that filled her nose as she got closer more. It made her stomach rumble as she licked her teeth. She ran faster but stopped when she could smell the scents of pack members. But she could also smell another scent she didn't recognize.

As she got there, she saw Ulfang and two pups and also she could smell another scent, which smelled mostly of Wildflower. But she watched the two little pups then at Ulfang. She took a sniff of the air and her eyes darted to the squirrel the little ones were eating.

[Assistant]
Autumn's ears pricked when she heard a rustling in the bushes. Was it more prey? She padded over to investigate however she quickly back-petaled. Her ears quickly lowered again when a large wolf stepped out. The pup's eyes widened and she whimpered, gazing up at him. His fur was a brilliant white that sparkled in the sun. It looked like snow. She had a brief wonder if she touched it it would be cold. She was quickly snapped from her musing when two more wolves stepped out. They all had a similar scent so she assumed they were all part of the same pack.

The tiny pup whimpered again, unconsciously pressing up against Dodge for comfort. Her small body was trembling from fear and her tail was lowered between her legs.

[User]
When Wildflower was in viewing distance of the pups, she whipped her head around and looked confused. Lone pups? Was this a ruse of some sort? Wildflower had never seen lone pups before, and approached with caution. That was, until she saw Leila rushing towards the food the pups we're eating. She felt motherly instincts kick in, and ran towards the pups. When She got there, she stopped in front of them and bared her teeth, even at the huge Ulfang. She twisted now and then, to see if Leila was going to pounce or if Ulfang was going to step up to the offensive plate. In her old pack, they killed weak pups like these, and she had no idea how this thing would work. She still growled, her tail up, and the hair on her back standing at full attention.

She peaked behind her back at the pups, and her eyes slightly softened. They looked so tiny, so defenseless. She looked back at Ulfang and Leila and snarled. "Don't touch them. Not yet, we can see what Ruka says."

[Assistant] Leila felt her eyes roll then said in a soft voice, "I wasn't going for the food. I wasn't going to hurt them. I wasn't even going to kill them. It's called checking what was going on. Don't go snarling at people who are trying to help." The female beta let out a puff of air as if snickering before she turned saying as she turned to look at the pups, "Lets take them if you want to protect them. It would be safer." She looked at the Wildflower, her eyes held a bit of emotion that she actually thought she was going to hurt the pups. Or take something from them. But she made the emotion disappear from her eyes then looked at Ulfang. Saying again, "And I'm sure he wasn't going to hurt them too."

[User] Ruka ran after his pack to see what the fuss was about, but slowed to stop once he saw the lone pups. He looked around to see if either of their parents were around before turning his attention back to the pups. "What are your names?" He asked the pups.

[Assistant] Wildflower only had a second to nod at Leila, before Ruka came and asked the pups a question. Wildflower lowered her tail and walked away, feeling ashamed of herself. Of course she had been too quick to judge. She almost always was. She laid down in a soft patch of grass a small walk away, listening to the conversation from a distance. Next time she would have to be more careful, someday the Beta was going to snap at her, and She would have to run away with her tail between her legs like a runt.

[User] Autumn looked up at the new male wolf that had appeared, still pressed against Dodge. She had been slightly surprised when one of the wolf's had raced over to them and snarled at the others. "I-I'm Autumn." She replied softly, ears still flattened with fear and unease. She sensed a sort of power coming from the wolf in front of her and she assumed him to be the Alpha. She whimpered again, wondering what was going to happen to them.

[Assistant]
Leila watched as the Wildflower walked away with a look of shame. She kept on watching the wolf walk away for in a little distance. She felt bad for the way she talked to her. So she let her kindness take over as she walked towards Wildflower but she didn't sit, she wasn't good at apologizes but she was not such as cold since her big heart didn't let her be, so she said softly "I'm sorry for acting like that. Please don't judge me..." Then she said with a wolfish smile,"But your mother instincts are nice" she couldn't say something else cause that was all she could say. So she nodded her head in a sorry way before walking back to the pups.

She listened to the little female pup say her name was Autumn. And said with soft eyes, "I'm sorry if we frightened you. We didn't mean to"

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((I made 2 new chars cause I just can't handle having only one. :).))

Away from the the pack and any of its members was brown wolf walking around with a pup following beside her. She was currently looking for something to feed her son and herself. Jenna looked to make sure her son did not take off anywhere which he hadn't, at least not yet(XD).

Jonas was looking around for a butterfly to chase while following his mother.

[Assistant] Ranger tried to watch the action from under the bushes but was having a hard seeing through the leaves 'whats going on now?' he thought before peeking his head out further to see the two pups that were talking to Ruka, 'I wonder who they are' kept running through his head as he tried to listen to the conversation.


[System]
Age:
Stopped counting a long time ago

Gender:
Female

Orientation:
Bisexual

Personality:
- Paranoid
- Ladylike
- Charming
- Stubborn
- Snappish
- Caring
- Likes Children
- Reclusive

History:
Teodora can't remember much of her life before she was turned- or, rather, she tries not to remember. She was turned when she was very young- seven or so. Ever since she can remember, Teodora has been content to stay behind whoever was the head of the family at the time. She had never had crazy ambitions anyways.

Special Ability:
Teodora is able to tell the future. There are multiple ways she can do this, including meditation and even violent prophetic dreams.

Other:
- Teodora has what humans like to call insomnia. She has trouble sleeping, leading to her sleep-deprived appearance. The only thing that can stave this off is sleeping pills.
- She spends most of her time in her chambers, leading her to be rarely seen around the house.
- Teodora enjoys reading, loving to browse through old compendiums and encyclopedias with quite a few fiction novels in between.

[User]
Shadow roamed the empyt halls, his cloak-trails brushing across the floor. He passed the occasional window with blackout curtains shunting the light from outside. He was looking for someone or something to occupy his time as he waited for someone to have need of him. He knew that they would be going on a hunt tonight and shadow had half the mind to join them. Shadow start walking around the winding halls and passing rooms till he made it to the main stair case. Adressing olivia mainly he asked "mind if I join you tonight?" he leaned against the railing of the stair case.
@Nikki Moonlight@canaryrose@Sohtem@Dragonsinc@OliviaV

[Assistant]
Olivia sighed and let go of Leon's hand as she felt it heat up. She glared at him warning him not to leave. She had intentionally antagonize him a bit. She needed him to be a little ruthless tonight if she was going to find answers about Daniel and the others. "Leon, I will need you to stay by my side tonight. I have another purpose other than hunting for going out." Olivia never kept her eyes off of the new comer.

At the approach of Riya, Olivia felt the blood pump faster to her heart. She tried to calm herself, knowing the others would be able to hear and Sarah would most likely be able to feel the shift in her emotions. Olivia's violets eyes rolled to the side as Ryia flirted with the other two vampires and she could not stop the twinge of jealousy that was pulsing through her body. "Riya... here." Olivia handed her a card with a name and address on it. "Take Sarah to this address. She is a blood donor and a good friend of the family who has kept our secret for many years. It will be good for Sarah to feed off someone that will feel pleasure while being fed on instead of fear. Make sure you both take an equal share and, as Sarah said, if she seems like she is about to attack or is unable to stop, keep that from happening at any cost." Olivia shot Sarah a sympathetic smile before turning to the sound of her younger sister approaching them.

"Sister. How many times have I told you not to touch the new ones? This one can feel every emotion in the hallway-" She was cut off by the appearance of Maple and the family pet, Shadow. "Maple and friends" She smiled and nodded at Maple, acknowledging her and her trinkets. Then she turned to Shadow. "Actually yes. I will need your assistance tonight. I will explain after we leave." She turned back to Maple, "Be a dear and go find us a booth at The Bloody Sunday. If you happen to see Soma or Kraven on the way, will you tell them I am looking for them and need them to wait at the club? Feel free to eat while you wait. Sister, please go with her, I'm sure between the two of you, you can find some lovely snacks."

Finally she turned to Leon again, "Leon, come with me. We will handle the human first then head out. Shadow, do a preimitar check and make sure no one suspicious is lurking around the mansion grounds."

With her final orders she raced down the stairs without waiting to see if everyone would follow her instructions. She knew they would if they wanted to continue to be under the protection of the Family. She entered the room where her human receptionist was speaking with another girl. She was young and dressed in bright colors. Olivia felt her stomach rumble as the smell of the girl's sweet blood wafted towards her. She also smelled of flowers. This must be the new girl that old woman from the flower shop hired. She's cute. But timid.... I could easily... Olivia shook her head, knowing it was only the hunger talking. As Olivia walked by the human at the desk, she could see two red marks on the girls neck where one of her family had fed off of her. Again, Olivia rolled her eyes. She would have to speak with her family again about feeding on staff.

"Hello. My name is Olivia Bianchi. But you can call me Olivia. What can I do for you?" She smiled, but she wanted to end this business quickly. She was hungry and needed to feed. She glanced around the room at the other Vampires. They were all staring at the girl. Some with lust, others with hunger. "Please, clear the room. This young lady and I have business to attend to." She heard the grumbles and snarls as they were forced to leave. Olivia turned her attention back to the young girl that smelled of sweet blood and flowers, waiting for her response.

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Leon matched Olivia's glare, shoving his hands into his pockets. His nose flared briefly at the mention of another purpose. He simply hoped it would be something exciting. He despised getting dragged along to her boring little meetings, often times involving humans that he wasn't allowed to touch. Very frustrating for him to deal with.

He focused his gaze on Riya, his nose crinkling in dislike as she told him to smile more. His lips pulled back as she approached, removing one of his hands and placing it on her shoulder before nudging her back away from him. He then spoke, his voice hard," and how about you not flirt with every single thing that moves." He watched her interact with her dog, gazing around the hallway. He was anxious to leave, he was tired of interacting and just wanted to be able to fill himself. He lightly ran his tongue over the back of his fangs, keeping his lips closed. He could feel then begin to ache, quickly becoming a constant obnoxious reminder of his desire to eat.

His gaze was once again brought to Sarah and Riya, another discussion beginning about her joining us to eat. He let out a mild growl of distaste as Sarah requested to be stopped from killing a human. He kept his mouth shut, however, knowing the amount of vampires that believed it cruel to kill the humans. But to him, he believed it torture, even if the human was consenting, much like the blood donor that Olivia just gave to the two. He shook his head briefly, before acknowledging Theodora with a nod. One of the few people he somewhat got along with, despite it being simply because she would keep to herself. However, a slight snicker still escaped him, caused as Theodora got in minor trouble from touching the new girl.

He got a slightly distracted facial expression, wondering where Rudos had gone to. He ignored the arrival Maple, not wanting to be bothered by the annoying trinkets that followed her. He then let out a low whistle, and quickly the flapping of wings could be heard before the little dragon sped through the hallways, finding his spot quickly on Leon's shoulder. He was only half listening to Olivia's instructions, reaching up to run his fingers over Rudos's neck and back.

However, he was once again instructed to follow, a huff and slight snarl escaping him. He despised being ordered around, but that was the life of living under Olivia's house. He grabbed the edges of his jacket, spreading them apart to where Rudos scrambled off of his shoulder, climbing down then under the jacket before moving back to his back, out of sight except for the odd slight bulge under the jacket.

With that, he sped after Olivia, slowing before coming into sight of the human that decided to enter their house. He stalked forward, stopping by the receptionist desk and leaning against it. Everything about this female assaulted his senses. Her smell, the sound of her blood rushing through her veins. He forced his mouth to remain closed, the ache intensifying as he fangs once again elongated. Attempting to distract himself, he instead focused on the receptionist. The amount of times he got into trouble for killing one of the human staff. He wished Olivia would send him on the errand of finding the vampire that drank from the receptionist, he got too much enjoyment out of handling those vampires, taking out his anger on them.

He turned his gaze back to the new human, taping his fingers on the counter, his hungry gaze appearing to dig into the human. The breath he drew in was shaky, and he was certain that Olivia would know exactly what he was wishing to do. He, however, remained in the room, following the instructions and multiple looks given to him to stay with her.

[Assistant]
shadow nodded as his form seemed to disparate into a black smoke. He reappeared out side the large household and began to look around. When he saw no one in the area the black steel like substance on his claws seemed to move up his body and stop in points on his cheeks. He was useing the shadows to see around himself. He shut his eyes as he began to walk around the building.

Leaves where crunching under his feet as he made it all the way around the building only seeing a few animales around the building. Not wanting to end up in a locked room by accident he decided to walk in the front door after the black substance returned to normal. He saw a human he didn't recognize so he decided to wait to give his report.@Dragonsinc@OliviaV@SparkyCutie

[User]
Vermilla turned when she noticed movement to her right. She gave an excited smile as she learned that the movement was Olivia. "Pleasure to meet you Olivia, Im Vermilla...Oh yes!" Vermilla said happily and began to dig into the folders she had put together for the meeting. "Today my employer knocked over her stake of paper work, which I moved to help and noticed they were bills and money type items" as she explained her face grew a soft red and continued "And I noticed something odd while stacking the papers". She shifted slightly knowing some people would have thought she was snooping, its the only down side to her of having an Eidetic memory. She took a deep breath and said "And with permission from my boss I looked into it and found out her suppliers had been ripping her off making her pay for supplies she had already paid for. As I organized the files which I recommend her and you to sue the supplier with the information I had gather and everything will get back on track". She snapped her fingers and pulled out an enveloped and said excitedly "And I found out she can pay off at least half her debt right now. I offered to do this little assignment for her because she a Lovely lady and her shop shouldnt have a bad title because of scammers".
As she finished she jumped when she finally noticed another figure and said "Oh hello". She notice he seemed tense and ask "Oh are you okay". She looked down at herself and said "Is my outfit bothering you...You wouldnt be the first to get a headache from the brightness of the color". Vermilla gave the guy a warm smile and said "Ill be sure when or If I ever come back Ill wear more neutral tones". She was only allowed to wear her vibrant clothing when she worked at the flower shop or her rare day off.

[Assistant]
Maple nodded as Olivia gave her directions, and waited until the elder vampire had walked off before turning to face Teodora. She never saw much of this woman, even being in the family for over 100 years now. As far as she knew, Teo liked her. At least she hoped she did. As everyone else walked off to do their own tasks, Maple released Kyle from her grasp and smiled at Teodora. "Would you, um, like to lead the way?"

"Yes, please lead us oh mysterious vixen of the night." Maple was about to grab Kyle again, but he floated towards the door before she could.

"Hunny, do you want to keep living?"

"That depends on what you call 'living' dear girl."

"Let me rephrase the question then. Do you want me to personally throw you in the fireplace?"

"Thrown in the fire? Personally by you? What a treat indeed! That would be such an honor, m'lady." The rabbit bobbed in the air just out of her reach, bowing as he spoke the last few words. She felt more than heard the angry growl growing in her throat before Jasmine's hushed whisper reached her ears.

"Let it go. He's not worth it right now.." The reminder caused Maple's anger at the rabbit to die out quickly, and she glanced nervously at Teodora.

"Heh. Sorry, he's being a little bit of an ass tonight." No matter whatever Teo said next, as she and Maple left the house Maple pulled Kyle over to her and growled in the little stuffed rabbit's ear. "I think I'm starting to remember why I stopped bringing you along everywhere."

[User]
Teodora released her hold on Sarah when Olivia scolded her, bowing her head. "I apologize, Olivia. I will not do it again," she muttered. At Leon's snicker, she shot him a glare. She didn't appreciate the snicker one bit. She spared a glance towards the shaking Sarah, who she presumed was a new vampire. "I'm Teodora if you must know," she told Sarah.

Teodora nodded at Olivia's instructions, though not quite showing it, she was unpleased that she'd have to get out of the house and- socialize with mortals. She almost shuddered at the thought, before remembering how fun they were to play with and then drain of life. And how she needed to stay in the family. She had once tried leaving- only to return a few days later, begging for them to accept her back.Teodora looked towards Maple with a nod. "I should probably go get changed into something more fit for a mortal bar. I'll be back in a matter of moments," she told her, and, true to her word, she showed up mere moments later clad in a blue top, simple black leggings, black heels, and a simple blue headband. Her hair was spun back into a braid, and some darker lipstick adorned her lips.

She looked her companion over, thoroughly pleased. Maple had always been an enjoyable companion, though she rarely saw her. Teodora, however, found the multiple trinkets and baubles that Maple had displeasing. "I'd recommend shutting that bunny up. I'm not too irritable, but my brother and sister certainly are. If I'm getting annoyed at that bunny, then they will rip it up to shreds, I'm sorry to say," Teodora told Maple in her usual pointed way. She followed Maple out the door, walking behind her. "You will have to lead. I do not come outside very often, and I don't know my way around this festering shithole of a city."


[System]
Age: 27

Magic: Dust Magic

Description: Dust Magic involved the use of very tiny particles of stone, earth—pretty much anything that can be classified as powder, as a versatile Caster-type art. Dust Magic can be used directly for attack, mobility, defense, or molded into objects.

Magic Level: A

Birthday: 13/24/x865

History: Born in the city Nepenthe to a professional chef father and a wine seller mother, Fleo enjoyed an uneventful and promising early life. Learning to read at a young age, she found great joy in taking trips with her mother throughout and beyond the town, always thrilled to discover new things. She received the best education that Nepenthe could provide, and discovered at the age of eight that she had a gift that none of the other children did: magic. Thrilled to discover how different and special she was, Fleo begged her father to find someone who could help her learn magic, and he did so. Four months after discovering her gift, she began private tutelage in the art of Sound Magic.

At the age of eleven and a half, Fleo and her mother traveled to a nearby village for a special fall festival, where Mrs. Plector supplied the wine that fueled the festivities. Fleo insisted upon joining the celebrations, but since she was obviously underage, she could not have anything more than a taste of her mother's wares. Instead, she trekked to a nearby river to get water, only to find that the water was absolutely nasty. Laughing at her misfortune, Fleo nevertheless joined the festivities and partook in a thirsty but fun night.

Two weeks later the symptoms began. It became tougher for Fleo to move; her muscles ached all the time and exhausted easily. Unwilling to let a little discomfort get her down, Fleo continued to go about business as normal, not even telling her parents what was going on. One morning, Fleo awoke to found that she could not move. The muscles in her arms and legs were so weak that the girl could not rise from bed. The doctors told her that she had poliomyeltis, a degenerative muscle disease typically contracted by drinking fetid water.

For three years she lay abed. Unable to see the outside world, she practically rotted within her own body, despite her parents' best attempts to console her. Though her education proceeded, it went slowly, as if Fleo had lost all interest in learning. She allowed herself to forget her Sound magic, she cut herself off from her friends, and she did her best to keep herself in an eternal sleep, so that she wouldn't be able to see and hear what she was missing. So desperate were her parents that they sought a magical solution. A guild wizard by the name of Gaudium came to see her, and he was moved by her hopeless despair. He sacrificed his own magical power to transfer it all to Fleo, granting her an innate proficiency in Dust magic. When Fleo awoke to find that her arms and legs had melted away into dust, she was brokenhearted. Gaudium showed her, however, that she could use her mind to shape the dust into new arms and legs, ones that weren't paralyzed by an awful disease. After thanking him with all her heart, the overjoyed Fleo ran around Nepenthe for half the day, and realized that she needed to leave and start seeing what the world was like.

For a while she was a part of an independent guild before they were merged with another, which turned out to be a nefarious Dark Guild. When she realized the true nature of her new organization, Fleo was glad to join a small squad of former guildmates to overthrow the Dark Guild's master with her massive power. Afterward, she traveled again, and had more adventures, always seeking a way -be it in magic or inside herself- to make her new arms and legs permanent. Now her journey has brought her to Pheonix Wing.

Personality: Looking at Fleo, it would be difficult to guess that she's crippled. After all, she's energetic, easily excited, fond of asserting herself, a perfectionist, seemingly outgoing, and a more than capable fighter. However, she's also insecure, proud, easily upset, easily scared, and very, very afraid. Her greatest fear is to be crippled, stuck on a bed and unable to take care of herself, experience anything—even move. Boredom and immobility are anathema to her, and to be anything less than absolutely free she regards as an insult to the blessing that has allowed her to walk again. Fleo despises weakness, both in herself and others, and constantly strives for everyone around her to be the best they can be. While her tendency to point out the flaws in others might come off as annoying, pretentious, or even insulting (her observations can be rather blunt), her intentions are pure. She does her absolute best to keep her condition a secret, and can get very agitated if people start prying.

Team Members: N / A

Three Strengths:
1. Dust Magic – this brand of magic is very powerful, and Fleo is an adept at using it.
2. Commitment – like it or not, Fleo will get the job done. Doing something halfway is a sign of weakness.
3. Righteousness – Fleo sees dishonesty, criminality, substance abuse, sadism, cheating, and the like as signs of personal weakness, and thusly will never stoop to partake in them.

Three Weaknesses:
1. Ultra-cautious – Fleo is unwilling to take any sort of risks that would compromise her consciousness or magical power, and will often flee if a situation seems about to do this to her.
2. Detached – Fleo both likes and wants to socialize with others, but her insecurity means she has a hard time opening up with them, and she also tends to synergize very poorly with others in combat. Pressing her will cause her to become agitated.
3. Disability – if Fleo loses consciousness, or runs out of magic power, her arms and legs dissolve. She will go to great lengths to both keep this from happening and keep it a secret, and failing that, she will go to any length to avoid regression.

Greatest Love: Running, experiencing new things, meeting new and interesting people, traveling.

Motivation: To achieve a level of control over herself so that she may live a full and happy life despite her ailment.

Supplementary Spell List:
Siracco (Sabaku no Kaze) - a rudimentary spell that requires no verbal incantation. The user creates a carpet of dust beneath her that buoys her up a centimeter above the ground and allows her to move across terrain without moving her legs. She can change direction on a dime, making this a more agile approach to mobility than normal motion.

Dust Craft (Hokori Kurafuto) – a rudimentary spell that requires no verbal incantation at the base level. Using acquired dust, the caster shaped it into an object. The more complicated the object, the harder its form is to maintain, and the more time it takes to mold. With practice, certain molds become easier to maintain. More advanced constructs require incantation. Dust Craft has the potential to create very large, very complex constructs, but these require the use of the particular Craft's Pristine Invocation.

Dust Bomb (Funjin Bakuhatsu) – a basketball-sized projectile that travels in an arc. It explodes with concussive force, spraying dust everywhere, when it is triggered by touch or by the command "kyuukei". It can be stuck to the ground, walls, and even ceilings to make mines. Several can be conjured by a single incantation.

Silver Wind (Haiiro no Kaze) – the dust is condensed into a single plane, which then shoots forward at high speed. It is capable of cutting through weak objects, and will generally carry away an opponent caught inside it. It can also be 'drawn' on the ground or on flat surfaces to act as a boundary.

Dust Bowl (Koujin Chitai) – a wave of dust blasts outward in all directions before spiraling upward into a funnel, creating a miniature cyclone. It is difficult for both living beings and magic to get both in and out, making Dust Bowl both an effective trap and a good shield.

Vacuum Rupture (Shinkuhakai)– holding one hand palm-first and the other directly behind, the user draws the back hand backward as if pulling on a massive syringe. Vast quantities of dust, sand, dirt, snow, ect. accumulate into a massive ball stuck to the forward hand, which can then be launched by thrusting the back hand forward. If the ball hits the ground, it will lose some of its mass but can be guided to home in on its target. The ball will swallow up whatever it comes across until it encounters something it cannot engulf, at which point it explodes.

Dust Devil (Sunakemuri) – dust is drawn toward the user, forming a shell around her before erupting. When the shell is gone, the user has changed. The bandages covering her arms and legs have vanished, and the limbs have grown longer and spiky, developing a texture like scales. A sixth finger appears on each hand, and the fingers become more like claws. Similarly, the feet have become morel like talons. When in this form, the user's speed and strength are vastly enhanced, and all of her spells that require the accumulation of dust to function charge twice as quickly.

Vortex Impact (Uzuna Eikyou) – the user uses Sirocco to begin moving, then accelerates until she's moving extremely quickly. At that point, she becomes enveloped in dust and starts to spin, effectively becoming a massive dusty drill. At the tip of the drill beneath the dust is the user's foot, making Vortex Impact effectively an ultra-powerful kick capable of breaking through solid surfaces.

Notes: Each spell Fleo uses has three variations. Saying the spell's name in English or not at all is its weakest incarnation. Saying the incantation in Japanese, the home language of her mentor Gaudium, is stronger and more reliable. Then there is the Pristine Invocation: the true name of the spell, bestowed by its original creators in ancient times when dust magic first came to be. Fleo must discover the Pristine Invocations one-by-one by exploring the world and finding the translations. As of now, she has yet to find one.

Appearance:

Beneath the bandages she constantly wears, her arms and legs are gray dust. The bandages are purely cosmetic, to hide the status of her limbs, and serve no other purpose. Her guild mark is on her belly.

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Master Jamie

Master Jamie watched as some of the members immediately rose to the challenge. He smiled, expecting nothing less of them. Looking about, Jamie figured he could let them deal with it, but she still followed those members out, watching.

Better to be safe, then sorry. Today, Jamie was in her more...cute form. Almost looking like a little kid, Jamie wore a loose top to prevent any chaffing on the bandage around his side, and strode forth in pants that almost seemed too long.

Jamie liked this form. It was amusing to show his power in it, and see people's shocked expressions. For now, Jamie surveyed the scene. She had a feeling that not all was as it was here.

Penny

Penny sighed, and sat down, as much to hide her shaking as to be sitting. She gently removed Sayuri's arm, not wanting to seem rude before she did. That was for herself. Her skin had broken out cold and clammy, and it was just another show of weakness.

"there isn't much to tell. I spent most of the last few years searching for Sasha. We are half sisters, and she was my only family. I'm a fire wizard. I don't like being a Phoenix wing S class wizard, as I feel like im suddenly responsible for everyone, and that just ticks me off. I have to be careful what I do now, so it doesn't reflext badly on the guild, and it makes me feel trapped"

She slammed her mouth shut, having not meant to say any of that. She winced, and closed her eyes. "that makes me sound so horrible, Doesn't it?"

[Assistant]
Ariel
Other mages began showing up. At first they seemed to be coming from nowhere but after a minute it became clear that they were from Phoenix Wing. In no time they had the people under the rubble free and being moved away. Their efficiency surprised Ariel, most guilds she had seen were rather small and unorganized at best. Unsure what to do she backed up to let them work. Overhearing something else going on just nearby she spotted Damien attacking someone else.

Slightly confused she pried herself away from the demolished building and headed to the other incident. A bad idea? Possibly, she didn't even know which side she should be assisting. Either way she wanted to help if she could.

[User]
As terrible as it sounded, Fleo was almost grateful when the earth resonated with the bar's destruction and Felix changed courses to seek it out instead. With her opponent out of the running, the race was over, and with a ragged sigh Fleo allowed her Sirocco to cut off. She stumbled when her feet impacted the ground, but despite her exhaustion she managed to keep from tripping all the way and bloodying the pavement. For a few moments she stood, doubled over and chest heaving, until she realized how the forms of her arms and legs flickered. Suddenly galvanized by her fear and embarrassment, she willed her limbs to stay completely solid. A mixture of anger, directed both at Felix and herself, coursed through her mind: she had been a fool to push herself so hard right after an already-tiring early morning run, and he had been a jerk to force out her competitive streak. The dusty woman resolved to deal with both of these feelings in silence, and instead make her way in the direction of the explosion on foot. The aroma of pancakes wafted through the air, causing her stomach to turn, but with a moan Fleo forced herself to walk away.

When the scene of the action came into view, Fleo was surprised to see several more guild members standing by. Only a few pedestrians had not yet left the seen, leaving several wizards standing, talking, checking the wreckage, or otherwise hanging around. She recognized Amaya, who she hadn't seen in over a day, as well as Felix, who was speaking with her. Next Fleo turned her astonished gaze on the huge monster that currently rummaged through the rubble. Having yet to see Karn in his beast form, the dusty woman was left to assume that the Chimera was the cause of the explosion. Fleo donned her serious face and began to walk forward, gathering plentiful dust from her surroundings toward her across the ground. Halfway there, she paused, thinking; if the beast had indeed reduced the building to rubble and splinters, why were the other present guild members treating it so casually? Fleo's dust current calmed its already-lethargic swirl about her person and settled on the ground. For now, she crossed her bandaged arms and waited to see what exactly she was dealing with. Though admittedly a personal favorite of hers, rash action tended to have downsides, and in a case like this -where even a single sizable blow might batter her enough to render her unconscious and dissipate her precious limbs- seemed unappealing.