[System]
Age:32
Height: 7'4"
Weight: 292 pounds
Occupation: General Security Specialist

Appearance

Tall and robust, Gigue carries himself with the demeanor of a champion, shoulders unfurled and chest barreling at all times; his expression is that of a guile and savvy warrior, proud of his competence yet wary of his shortcomings, and the man's straight, blonde hair is worn in a ponytail, the gentle flow and noble color complimenting his valiant visage. His everyday attire consists of a white tuxedo, crimson shirt, a white pair of trousers and a black tie; when on duty, or simply on the streets, he lets his armor take place of the shirt.

Abilities

Physical ability: Gigue is abnormally strong, surpassing the limits of the normal human body with his deadlifting record of 2200 pounds, thanks to his already impressive muscle power being augmented by Ki training. However, everything else about him seems rather tame in comparison: he certainly is agile, fast and robust, but not incredibly so; while capable of fighting on even ground with well trained martial artists by virtue of his skill and dexterity alone, Gigue's gargantuan might still remains his trump card.

Aura of Hyperarmor: while greatly beneficial, enhanced physical strength was only secondary in his Ki training: the main goal was to learn the Hyperarmor technique; a spell, which allows him to summon a protective aura over the surface of his skin. It is can completely negate humongous amounts of damage, standing up easily to shotgun fire, warhammer strikes and even cannonballs; however, for all its potency, it is just as limited, the protection lasting for only about half a second; and afterwards, it cannot be used again immediately - the spell puts intense strain on his Ki channels, Gigue having to mend them first.

This can be done relatively fast with the aid of magical amulets, but still requires a certain amount of concentration: specifically, he has to clasp his hands together in front of his chest, with the amulet held in between the palms - this allows to most efficiently utilize its power - and enrich his Ki, while directing it towards the damaged channels. This process take from start to finish only about 3 seconds thanks to Gigue's training - which is rather manageable even in combat.

The aura itself works much differently from conventional armor; or even a physical object, for the matter of fact. It moves together with Gigue's body, yet there is absolutely zero force transfer - the aura does not ever actually touch his skin, hovering just a millimeter above. That is due to the aura being fixed to his own Ki system, instead of the physical body, and any force acting upon it is instead met by the far superior resistance of his spiritual energy; as a result, Gigue cannot be even moved or slowed down while the aura is active. Another noteworthy detail would be that the entire aura is a singular unit of energy - in other words, rather than being broken down into a myriad of bonds, the entire volume of energy contained within is shared by each and every particle, meaning no attack will ever penetrate until the aura is entirely drained.

The Black Mountain's Burden: having arrived at the Black Mountain for his first time, Gigue has yet to accomodate himself to its foreign energies, and as result, the Aura of Hyperarmor is malfunctioning, appearing as a solid, inflexible carpace which renders him immobile while it is active.

Equipment

Body Armor: as a more permanent alternative to his Hyperamor, Gigue wears silk and leather armor, covering all of his body, save for the head, hands and the feet. The silk is tightly woven into a thick jumpsuit, almost impenetrable to light arms fire: it can stop a lead .45 revolver shot at 5 yards, the bullet leaving only a light bruise on his body. The leather armor is worn on top, providing protection from melee weapons; though, unlike the silk jumpsuit, it consists of many stiff pads stitched together, and since it is so inflexible, it isn't used to cover the crook of his elbows or knees. Both are painted a metallic sheen to absorb less light and keep their temperature comfortable to the wearer.

His shoes are also rather tough, but are made of thinner leather; their tips, however, are plated with metal, as well as the soles, making his kicks a notch more painful and damaging. Metal also sees use in his head protection - an oval steel mask, painted white, with just two holes for the eyes, covered with a thin, transparent film, and a filter over the mouth, consisting of wide metal grating, cloth, and activated charcoal.

Brass knuckles: a pair of steel knuckledusters, made a perfect fit for his large hands. Gigue hadn't been born clenching a sword - but his fists were always there when he needed them, and with things as they were, the man grew to be much more accustomed to good ol' pugilism, rather than weapons. His skill in hand-to-hand combat far surpasses that of his armed fighting, and so, simply having a harder fist became the
natural choice for him.

Throwing Knives & Ceramic Bombs: more akin to tools, rather than serious weapons, the knives and bombs let Gigue keep his opponents busy as he advances into punching range; or do the same, but instead, making sure his clients escape safely, while at it. Both are still vicious against unprotected flesh, easily piercing it and even shattering bone. The knives have sharpened blades, leaving stab wounds in their target, rather than just puncturing holes, and each weighing 1.5 pounds, they can stick handle deep into soft tissue. Overall, Gigue carries 6 of them.

The ceramic bombs consist of three layers: an explosive core; a layer of smoke-producing fuel; and a hard ceramic shell. Rather than exploding on impact, the bombs work in an old-fashioned way: by lighting a fuse, which burns for 5 seconds before reaching the core. Upon explosion, the ceramic shatters, creating a cloud of shrapnel, and the fuel follows, spreading in a wide radius and covering it with thick, mildly noxious smoke as it burns. Gigue carries 3 of them around and an additional 2 smokebombs with soft shells and weak explosive charges, allowing their use without risking harm to any bystanders or allies.

Miscellaneous Items: a small talisman, with a ruby in its center, enchanted to aid him the meding of his Ki; a gold plated lighter to light his cigars and fuses; cigars; whiskey in a metal flask; bandages and proper disinfectants; and lastly, a flask of oil, with a label painted on in order to not mistake it for whiskey.

[User]
Sigurd's feint would be a threat to no one should he throw it out, as Gigue would've already repositioned himself by that time. He had no doubt that his opponent would deny him a chance to grapple and put minimal commitment into the palm strike, anticipating the warrior's reaction to it rather than the results of the attack itself. Thus, he was more than ready to chase the man down: Sigurd took a short step back, without switching the leading foot, while Gigue answered to that with a large passing step, shrinking the distance to point blank and putting the tips of their toes on a single line.

The step would also carry him to his right, Sigurd's left: this would've been a good moment to start a true offensive, throwing a quick jab to the back of the head to dazzle him; unfortunately, Gigue's closest arm was the right, which was still imbibed a dull, irksome pain, and he didn't want to disturb it yet. Instead, the brawler drew in his left leg and turned around slightly, so that his front knee would be facing Sigurd's back, rather than turned away from it. A subtle shift of weight onto the rear leg, and he'd consider himself ready, having moved in even closer and taken a fairly advantageous position. Now he had to just wait, see and adapt to his adversary's next move.

That, or he'd win enough time for the wound to calm, opening up the option of a head-on assault.

[Assistant]
His enemy charged forward like a common brawler, seemingly without real finesse. Passing footwork had brought many a man to his doom in the past, it was reckless. Sigurd side-stepped again, this time rightward, maintaining distance and continuing to strafe the man by moving anti-clockwise. His move carried him a good three feet from the man's eventual stopping point, and almost brought Sigurd into direct line with both Gigue and the stream behind him. Sigurd had looked at the terrain he was fighting in carefully, he knew how far he could back up before he ran into a tree and how much space he had to work with. Surprisingly he had found that thus far he could move with more agility than his foe, which suggested he did indeed rely upon brute strength, though he couldn't keep avoiding him in this specific fashion forever. Eventually he might get smart and do something to cut off an obvious escape route such as the one he had seized.

Fortunately the man had approached on his left side, where the shield stood to protect him from attack, he turned slightly and regained his form, left foot forward, right back, the shield at an angle half a foot from his body. The man would no doubt charge again, Sigurd took another half step backwards perhaps simultaneous to the man's own, though a slight bunching in his right leg would suggest he did not mean to stay there for long. He shook the axe with menace.

[User]
Gigue had intended to take stance right after the step, but his opponent was persistent in their tactics, still trying to gain distance on him. And so, rather than putting his left behind the right, he drew both feet together and took a chasing step with it, and even with Sigurd continuing his retreat, the man would only gain about 4 feet to work with.

The pith of Gigue's tactics seemed to be aggression, yet for some reason, he suddenly halted his approach - but for a second, of course. His right foot shifted towards the left, toe in line with its heel, and stopped there, leg slightly bent. The result would be a spring-loaded, explosive stance, from which he could move quickly and move far; as a tradeoff, his balance would be easily disturbed - but it was doubtful that Sigurd's would have the guts to take it after showing such a cautious mindset.

Thus, the brawler stood still, patiently awaiting the warrior's next move, as a sprinter waits for the gun to fire. The longer his opponent hesitated - a second, two seconds - the better, as the pain form his wound had subsided, finally letting Gigue relax the tensed muscles and open up his arm's constricted bloodflow, a prickling warmth washing over it and bringing relief. Soon, he'd have it in working condition again.

[Assistant]
Another half step backwards, the slight tenseness in his leg a prelude to things to come. The Northman shook his axe, however without another moments pause his intent became more than clear. The back right leg provided sufficient force as his right shoulder threw itself into another throw. Not overextending by any means, Sigurd let fly his axe over the top of his own shield, aiming dead centre to give himself the best chance of biting flesh. However, his hand did not pause as the haft left its grip, sinking low and leftward in one move so fluid it must have been practiced countless times. The right foot brought him forward as his right hand clenched itself into a fist around the hilt of his blade.

In one final simultaneous motion his right foot landed on the soft earth and took the lead from the left as his blade was drawn from its scabbard with a leathery rasp strangely unsuitable for the intensity of the act. To compliment this drawing his left hand twisted rightward and the shield in his hand turned horizontal to allow passage for the blade under its form. If his enemy remained in range the point of the longsword would sweep across his body with significant force, the end close enough to pierce a few inches into his lower right side or arm if it blocked the blade's path. However, expecting his foe to have the speed necessary to escape the arc, or even advance upon it should he be mad enough to risk sacrificing his body, Sigurd intended to finish with his right hand parallel to his side, the blade pointing forward and between the two warriors. If the unexpected occurred and he was in position to however Sigurd's blade work may well change.

[User]
Sigurd backed off - Gigue stepped in. His left foot hovered inches from the ground, sole brushing against the grass, and when the axe throw came, he stomped down, halting his advance; yet not its momentum. His torso jerked forwards, chest crunched to the knee and then the entire body was thrown into a dive, right leg straightening fully - an engine piston, propelling the machine. The axe still impacted, yet unlike last time, its target wasn't barreling straight towards it, ducking and swerving out of the way. Hitting his bulging trapezius, the bottom of its blade bit into leather, before slipping out and flopping to the ground a few feet behind - one glancing blow out of many more to come within the next few seconds. With this, Gigue smoothly transitioned into a shoulder roll: together with his step forwards, this would have brought him right in front of his now unarmed adversary, from where he could follow up with a multitude of attacks - all equally bold and aggressive, now that the warrior had his bite taken out of him.

However, Sigurd made one foolish - unexpected, for sure - but nevertheless foolish move. All this time, he had been keeping his distance, and for a good reason. What good would it do to suddenly throw all this caution to the wind?

Gigue came out of his roll to first meet a pommel to the face and slam his chest into the man's knee. For such harsh treatment, however, his body held up rather well, the daredevil that was its owner getting off with just a sickly grogginess and fuzz in the eyes. What could've easily been a knockout strike simply dazzled, metal striking metal, two rounded surfaces glancing off each other and the white paint scraped off Gigue's mask now stuck on the pommel of Sigurd's sword. The impact to his chest was icing on the cake, so to say, in the sense that it added insult to injury, yet did not make the situation substantially worse.

In fact, neither of the two were enough to stop him. The warrior had caught him by surprise, indeed, yet failed to take one thing into account: point-blank was the territory where tactics passed the reins over to instinct for Gigue. A wrestler with years training, the basics deep ingrained into his brain, this man would weather it all just as expected from someone of his gargantuan stature and go in straight for the grapple: vision blurred, ears ringing, but he felt the pressure from Sigurd's knee on his sternum, which was more than enough. Should his opponent try to move away, he'd know immediately and adjust, reaching out further to guarantee he got it.

Willpower puppeteer-ed his body past the clouded, panicked mind, and both arms moved in to scoop around Sigurd's leg, hugging it tight to his chest. This would do for time being, allowing Gigue to recuperate without letting his prey slip out of range again.


[System]
Age: 24
Gender:Male

In-depth Physical Appearance: Storm stands at six foot two and has, wavy, cinnamon brown hair complemented by light green eyes. His choice hairstyle is the undercut, which he tends to comb back or leaves messy (This typically depends on the situation and how much time he actually feels like spending on his hair). Facial hair is usually left at a five-o'clock shadow. He has an athletic body-type, with a soft tone. More noticeably, his, lightly, sun-kissed skin is coated with a layer of ink. An approximated seventy-five to eighty percent of his body is tattooed. He also sports a few piercings, which include: 00 gauged ears, nose and tragus piercing. His clothing style is, for the most part, urban, casual, and trendy. Though he does suit-up for the appropriate occasion.

Personality: Storm's personality contradicts the violent nature of his name and bad-boy appearance. He is a free-spirited, outgoing, individual, living his life by the strictly by the four agreements (be impeccable with your word, don't take anything personally, don't make any assumptions, and always do your best). He doesn't care much for drama or gossip and associates himself with others that emit positive vibes and gets high off life. He knows how to appreciate, and enjoy, the simple things in life. Humiliation is not something that exists within Storm, as he is often times quite silly; though he never over does it and knows when to be serious. He follows his heart and has no problem being the black sheep or going against the social norm. While friends are good and all, Storm's happiest place would, arguably, be in a secluded area with his guitar where he can freely express himself and release any troubles in his mind.

Hobbies: skateboarding, surfing, writing music, going on spontaneous adventures, playing guitar, singing

Extra:
-Usually carries a pocket-sized notebook and pen where he writes songs/ ideas

[User]
Jo followed the others into what appeared to be an incubation chamber and watched curiously as each person was pulled to an egg and hatched their own dragon. She walked among the rows for what seemed like an eternity, only to feel nothing. Discouraged, she leaned against the wall and folded her arms across her chest as the small dragons hatched from their eggs and bonded with their new partners.

Suddenly, she felt a small tug on her heart, like a small child had tugged on her shirt. It pulled her to the right, along a row that she had already ventured down twice. Rolling her eyes, she walked the path again. 'come on.' she thought to herself with a sigh as she passed egg after eff, nothing catching her attention.

The pulling ceased as she passed a large, deep green egg with vines and leaves growing out of the shell and over the pedestal that it sat upon. Her fingers seemed to itch to reach out and touch it, and so she did. Once the tips of her fingers came into contact with the egg, a loud crack sounded and the shell splintered into a web from tip to tip. Jo pulled her hand back and watched, fascinated, as small pieces of the shell started to fall away and a small snout with emerald and deep forest green scales poked its way into the world.

With a wide grin, she pulled the remaining pieces away to look at her beautiful green dragon. It's golden eyes blinked up at her as its head tilted from side to side. Tentatively, she reached out to touch its head. The small green dragon lifted its chin and touched the palm of her hand. A single word burst into her mind. "Bane." Jo smiled down at him and scratched the ridge above its eye. Bane closed his eyes and let out a deep purr. One eye opened back up and a soft, deep voice floated through her mind. "Jo Anne."

Jo shivered at the sensation of bonding with her small dragon and picked it up into her arms. Bane flicked his tongue across her cheek and Jo laughed. "This is no doubt, the coolest thing that has ever happened to me. Ever."

[Assistant]
Nate
When the two dragons reached a door they stopped and the black one looked back at Nate, "now is the time we separate you two for a few minutes. Not even."
Nate looked over at a horrified looking Allan and was the first to speak up. "We go in together."
"I told you it wouldn't work." The burgundy one hisses at the other then looks more gentle as he glances to Allan. "There's nothing wrong dearie, I'll be out here with you and make sure nothing happens." When the dragon notices Allan wasn't changing his expression she sighs and looks at the black dragon, "just let them both in. Nothing will change with the outcome."
With a sigh from the black dragon he opens the door with his tail. "In that case we're not needed here. I hope you enjoy your stay here." Before Nate or Allan knew it the two dragons flew away and the sight before them was immense.

There were eggs. Many, many eggs and none of them were the average sized ones in the store. No, these eggs were much bigger. Nate watched as his mesmerized twin walks forward as if he was following an unseen path when he felt a slight pull in the other direction and starts walking towards it. Nate stops in front of an egg that was black with a blue lightning spiral around it. He gently picks it up when it starts to crack. Nervous, Nate looks around to see if anyone saw what was happening but when he heard a voice he calmed down.
"Xalanth."
Nate looked back down at the egg to see that the shell had broken off and a small bundle of black with blue tips and a tail was laying in his arms. When the wings spread out he noticed the body of the small creature was blue.
"Xalanth," Nate repeated the name he heard in his head and instantly the baby dragon looked up at him, making a small noise of happiness. When he hears his brother call over to him he chuckles a little to himself.

Allan
When the two dragons initially said Nate and Allan would need to be separated Allan was terrified. He didn't sign up for that at all. The red haired boy blanked out the whole time the dragons spoke among each other and before he knew it they were gone and he got a good look at what was behind the door. At the sight of the many eggs his fear vanished and was changed to a feeling of awe and another feeling of being gently pulled. Before he knew it he was walking in the direction of a dirt coloured egg.

Upon reaching it he picked up the egg almost instantly and heard one word be spoken. "Soreth" it said and he felt the egg warm up almost instantly. Cracks started to form and before Al knew it a small rust brown dragon was laying curled up in his arms. It made a cooing noise which made Allan nearly squeal in delight.
"Dragons...Nate, there are actual dragons here! I'm holding a baby dragon right now this is the best day ever!"

[User]
A cool breeze blew in through the open window of the shed that served as Eun-mi's studio workshop. The radio was on, playing a loud pop song as she worked hunched over at her bench. She tapped a small piece of metal gently, bending it to fit her needs, and then carefully placed it in position to the almost finished ring. She reached over to the table behind her with one hand while using the other to position small pins needed to hold the ring steady as she placed it onto a fire brick for soldering. Grasping blindly, she reached for her torch when suddenly a loud screech broke her concentration. She spun around to see a small, colorful lizard-like creature looking at her with much distain. It had bright yellow feathers covering it's entire body except for its legs and face, which instead glimmered in bright teal colored scales.
"Are you finished yet?" it asked impatiently.
Eun-mi blinked in confusion for a second, before ignoring the dragon and reaching next to it for the torch. The dragon gave an exasperated sigh before curling back down to continue it's nap. "Jeez, you wake me up for nothing," it grumbled. "All I came here to do was deliver a stupid letter. Been here all day and you haven't even touched it. Hump!"
Continuing where she left off, Eun-mi took the torch and brought it into a full bushy flame. Slowly bringing it to her piece, she heated the metal. The ring flashed with blues and reds before the solder finally fell into place, securing the gem-prongs to their place in her ring. Once done, she removed the ring from the brick and dunked it into a bowl of water at her bench. The ring quickly hissed as it sank to the bottom of the bowl.
Finally able to take a break for the first time today, Eun-mi stretched and turned to the dragon.
"Who are you again?"
The dragon gave a groan before getting up and grabbing the envelope it had been resting on top of. "Just read this." Eun-mi gingerly took the envelope in her hands and turned it over a few times before looking back at the dragon. "Do I have to?" The dragon groaned again and retorted with a simple "yes."

Fifteen minutes later, the letter had been burned to ashes. Eun-mi was adding the final touch to her ring, a small pearl, while the dragon watched from its new perch on her shoulder. Finally finished, she held it up to the light. The ring glimmered gently and Eun-mi let out a small smile. "So, dragon," she said, "what is this 'school' that letter spoke so highly about?" The creature cocked it's head to the side and looked at her. "Why don't you see for yourself?" The room suddenly filled with an incredibly bright light. A rushing wind flew around Eun-mi, and when she finally opened her eyes she found herself placed outside what appeared to be a large castle. "We're finally here," the dragon sighed, "why did you have to spend fifteen hours today on that ring, Eun-mi?" The girl just shrugged and watched the dragon leap off her shoulder and begin running into the castle. "Well? Come on! I bet everyone has already started without us. Jeez!" Eun-mi shoved the completed ring into her shorts pocket before walking quickly after the small dragon.

The castle was full of many large and exquisite rooms. She followed the dragon through a room with large comfy chairs, and then into a dining room where staff was starting to clean half eaten plates from the large oak table. Eun-mi's stomach growled; she hadn't eaten today after getting wrapped up in her work again. Her gaze lingered a moment longer on the food before following the dragon deeper into the castle. She could sense her being led downwards, and eventually the dragon brought her to a cavern. She could see several other people wandering around the aisles stocked high with various dragon eggs. About 30 feet away a large earthern-colored dragon was watching the people as they seemed to search the aisles for something. She heard a squeak behind her and quickly turned to see the small yellow dragon who brought her here dash off.
"Hey! Don't leave me alone here!" But the dragon was already gone. Eun-mi turned around and looked nervously into the cavern. "Aw man, what am I even supposed to be doing here?"

[Assistant]
Storm wasn't the quickest to jump on the ship, after receiving his letter. At first he was sure that it was a silly prank, but that didn't really explain the dragon. He definitely wasn't dreaming or on some kind of acid trip, he doesn't even drink or do drugs. All rationality was quickly thrown out the window. Nevertheless, the letter mentioned that he had twenty-four hours to decide and he took full advantage of the time limit.

The twenty-fourth hour was just around the corner. Storm sat in his room, guitar in hand playing a soft tune, blankly staring at the letter which sat on top of his computer desk. 'To go or not to go?'. The question juggled around his mind. This was actually quite strange for Storm. Normally, he would be the first to jump at the opportunity for adventure. So what was holding him back? Surely if whatever is waiting for him will have more strange things like that dragon, this would be the greatest adventure of his life.

He already had bags packed, so that he wouldn't have to waste any more time after deciding to go. Finally, just before the twenty-fourth hour hit, Storm made up his mind. He recalled the letter having mentioned that all he had to do was discard it by any means. So, he simply tore the letter into tiny pieces and tossed them in the trash. He patiently waited, with his bags and guitar, for something spectacular.

He was not disappointed. It was just moments later when a bright orb materialized in the center of his room. He didn't catch much of the teleportation process, since he closed his eyes and took a deep breath as soon as the orb appeared, as if fully submitting himself to his fate. When he arrived to 'the other side', wherever that was, he was greeted by a rather small, pastel, blue dragon. "Welcome Storm! I was beginning to worry that you wouldn't show. Please, follow me, you're pretty late."

"Well, you know...The coolest people are always fashionably late to the party" he responded with a soft chuckle as he followed, running behind the rushing dragon. They came up to a castle and the pace slowed to a speed walk. Storm let his light green hues wander, in amazement, as they entered. "Where exactly are we?" he mumbled. As they passed the dining area he noted half-eaten plates already being picked up. A sigh escaped, saddened that he missed one of the best parts.

They came up to the incubation chamber and without a word the dragon just left. Storm observed the room and made a quick assessment. A room full of eggs, other humans, and a giant dragon? The dragon must be pretty important and the others must be more chosen ones. He seemed to have figured things out, as his body went into autopilot. He passed a woman by the door, that seemed slightly more confused"Well, whatcha waiting for?" he questioned, continuing aimless down the aisles of eggs, not really sure what he was looking for.

Storm came to a sudden halt after setting eyes on a particular egg that called to him. He couldn't help but get closer, to place a hand on the egg. The egg was of varying shades of blues, with crystalline spots protruding from it. It was a thing of beauty, but his eyes grew ever more starry when it began to crack. A nose poked through and nursing dragons quickly came to assist. Before he knew it, the egg was fully hatched and what lied inside made him scream inside like a little belieber at one of Justin's concerts. The dragon was rather large, but he couldn't help picking up the dragon made entirely of crystal. He grinned from ear to ear "what's up little buddy? You must be Xyalor"


[System]
Age: 19

 Magic: Trinity's Magics -

Energy Make (A Rank) - Caster Magic. Lost Magic. Taught by her father. Trinity molds energy into a state where it can interact with matter. She can manipulate the qualities of this energy-substance to be immaterial or material, and what kind of discharge contact with it will give. She can create a discharge of force, electricity, heat, and light. Pain is something she achieves through heat, electricity, and moderated amounts of force in odd directions. Unless she employs a special technique, she can only vaguely control Energy Make objects she is not within five feet of. She can cheat and create wires, though.

Energy Make can absorb energies, though this may render the energy 'substance' difficult to contain.

Bard's Legerdemain (A Rank) - Caster Magic. Taught by her mother. She can use this magic to play any instrument within 100 feet of her without touching it. It will float as needed, and may even move with her as she moves, but she cannot control an instrument expressly to move it. On its own, this magic must be used to perform. She can do something like play a single note and it counts, though.

She can cheat this a little bit and combine the magic with Energy Make to make an instrument. She creates a blueprint of the instrument and uses Bard's Legerdemain to give it a shape. She doesn't really understand quite how it works, herself. She describes it as imprinting something within the magic of Bard's Legerdemain onto the Energy Make. Trinity can conjure into existence any instrument she knows how to play. She can even create unique, custom instruments, though these creations require more magic power than a generic instrument.

Arrows Magic (B Rank) - Holder Magic, using a magic quiver. Taught by her uncle Weigraf. Trinity can use this magic to conjure arrows to fire as projectiles from a bow. The arrows can take on a wide variety of effects, from exploding into a chunk of ice on contact or becoming a bolt of flame, to bursting into a net, carrying a homing signal, or homing in on that signal.

Fire Arrow ★★+, Ice Arrow ★★+, Lightning Arrow ★+, Wind Arrow ★★★★
Love Arrow ★★★★★ (Energy Make Combo) - Love Arrow is an arrow made from Trinity's magic power (with a little Energy Make), and she can shoot it to give strength to an ally. The power of love bolsters and purifies... or something?
"They say loves heals, right?"
Beacon Arrow ★★★ (Energy Make Combo) - Beacon Arrow turns an arrow into a magic beacon, which can be used for a number of things, such as a homing beacon for Homing Arrow.
Homing Arrow ★★★ (Energy Make Combo) - Homes in on the Beacon Arrow.
Net Arrow ★★★★ - Fires an arrow that turns into a net.
Ringing Arrow ★★★★ - Fires an arrow that makes a noise.
Bright Arrow ★★★★ - Fires an arrow that emits light.

Requip (D Rank) - Trinity was taught this magic for the convenience of it, which was the motivation for the woman who taught it to her, her aunt Vivian. As an act of disgust with the woman's purpose, Trinity doesn't actually use it much, but she does use it for certain important items.
Rainbow Quiver - Necessary for Trinity's Arrows Magic.
Midnight Alloy Crescent Moon Staff - Mysterious. Gnarled. The night sky sparkles in the metal of the crescent moon that adorns the top of this staff. It asks for something...

 Magic Level: A

 History: Trinity was part of a minor noble family in Minstrel. She learned music, of course, and found a preference for the harp. Her father taught her Energy Make. She lived a calm, peaceful life, playing with and learning her magic, until a Guild (that was, at the time, a Light Guild) attacked her home. She was rushed to the basement by servants, hiding her away in a shelter below. They later emerged to find her father missing, her mother tearful but strong.

Her mother had instructions from Lord Stratos, and met their daughter with a staff, made from a gnarled branch, with some crescent resting on the end, made of some mysterious metal. She was to take the staff with her and go to her second uncle's home in Midi, where she would learn archery with her second cousin. There she stayed for two years. After, she moved in with her great aunt Vivian in Stella, who showed her how to Requip items, and some "finer points of being a lady," though such phrasing made Trinity scoff. Neither of her parents had been very intent on teaching her manners, so she never saw the importance.

After almost one year with Vivian, Trinity then took to wandering. Living under someone else's roof was too stifling (particularly Vivian's...), and she wasn't used to these people, as nice as they were.

She went west, across Bosco, and into Fiore.

 Personality: Though a bit of a drifter, she's a carefree, sweet young woman.

 Guild: Phoenix Wing
 Team Members: Karn, Fleo, Ariel

 Three Strengths:
 1. Music
 2. Physical Science Savant
 3. Agile, Dextrous
 Three Weaknesses:
 1. Physically meager
 2. Idealistic
 3. Rude? There's a word I can't think of...

 Greatest Love: Life Music
 Motivation: Step 1, find dad, Step 2, bring Metal home
 Appearance: Trinity wears her white hair short, framing a soft face and heterochromatic eyes. One is gold, the other purple. She dresses in cropped and tailored red robes.

 Have we met before...?

 Additional Details: Likes exploring ruins and old magic stuff.

Theme(s): Main Theme, maybe?

"アアチェリのまほう！" [Archery Magic!]

"エエナギ・マアく" [Energy Make]

[User]
Karn hummed before perking his ears in realization.**"Oh! If they are leaving then I bet they are heading to the train station! Which means their should be a rather suspicious group wandering around toward the train station, and I know where that is! Thank you Trin! I'll see you sometime! I'll bring back a souvenir or something!"**the white Pegasus cheered before taking off to the sky, his body changing into a small blue songbird.

Flapping his smaller wings, he flew over the city, his beady eyes scanning the ground before he spotted a group, seeming to be listening to a man with platinum blonde hair. Giving a soft tweet in approval, Karn fluttered down and landed on a nearby light post, watching them curiously. The man spoke about the Magic Council, and of facing them, so Karn assumed these were the people he was looking for. So far, judging the guild by this man's speech, this guild held his approval of what a guild should be. Still, it seemed they were much too busy to pay any mind for a potential interested member. Plus they were apparently going on a nice exciting member. So, he'd just have to follow them on their little mission. Karn could think of it as one of Master's training excercises, a stealth session.

Thinking, he decided he would go to the train station first and get his ticket for the train. That way he would have plenty of time and pay the nice people at the station. Flapping his wings, he took off in the air again, pausing a little as he scanned for the station before flying towards it. Karn's form changed back to a human when behind a pillar, brushing his shirt off as he walked to ticket line. Taking out his money bag, he paid for a ticket before moving behind a pillar, his form changing into that of a orange cat.

He gave a soft mew, before he padded through the station, ears perks as he listened. Green eyes mostly watching toward where the guild members were most likely coming from. Due to not watching where he was going, the disguised feline, bumped into someone's leg. Karn gave a grunted mew before glancing up to see quite a tall man. Red hair, and smelled strongly of cigarettes and seemed to be talking with another man with brown hair. Karn's whiskers twitched in apology as he stared up at the man with curiousity.

[Assistant] Sayuri listened to what Damien said and thought to herself, 'Depends which groups you talking about. Somthem of them are family. Not that it really matters at the moment,' she stood and walked towards him, "I know I'm new to the Guild and just joined this morning but I would like to be first," she stopped and placed her hand over the blade transferring her magic into the blade, "My name is Sayuri. Nice to meet you."

[User]
Master Jamie stood by, listening as Damian spoke. A serious expression fell over her face, and she turned to Jarvis, who was standing beside her, looking odd outside of the bazar and guild hall. He seemed to talk to Jarvis, muttering a few words. Jarvis did not seem pleased at what she said, but Jamie didn't give him a chance to respond, stepping up beside Damian, and smiled.

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Sasha stepped up after Sayuri, smiled and said "you really are the sword of Phoenix Wing, Damian. I'm sure everyone is proud of you. You've done well, since you joined" she waited for her turn to transfer some magic into the sword

[Assistant] Angelo listened to Damien's speech and Angelo couldn't help but smile at his words and how it would apply to everyone even the new ones. So when he pulled out a sword and purposed putting everyone's magic into it Angelo thought it was a good idea both sentimentally and practically and if master Jamie took the blade then it could be the heirloom of the guild in a way. The blade born of the first family of phoenix wing to change the world itself and shake it to its core the honor of wielding it would be given to the guilds master showing the dedication to the guild being a family. Angelo soon walked up after the sayuri person did and Angelo went to Damien and he formed a small lightning bolt in his hand before he pushed it into the sword itself giving the sword the electrical power. "show shall we be a family, I Angelo give my command of lightning to this sword for phoenix wing" Angelo said thinking it would be a good way to make it formal and official before Angelo got back down and walked into the train and waited...

[User]
Trinity had been occupied with some of the children begging her attention, and when she turned, they were already gone. "Guh! Honestly, I turn away for five minutes and I get left behind..." She huffs and thinks for a moment. One of the kids mentioned they heard them talking about the train station, and Trinity thanks the kids and runs off. On the way there, they noticed magic nearby, and as she turned to look, she spotted it. There was Karn! Jerk ran off without her... She slips into hiding, herself, following him into the train station and observing his change into a cat. It'd make it a little harder to follow him, but it shouldn't be a problem here.

She follows up behind Karn when he bumps into the man's leg, and she picks him up, rubbing the back of his neck as she puts him against her shoulder. "/There/ you are. Run off without /me/, will you." She flicks his ear playfully, before looking to the man. "Hello. You'll have to excuse my companion. I'm Trinity." She takes her hand from rubbing Karn's neck to hold it out to the man, to shake.

[Assistant] The red-haired mage was interrupted by something brushing against the back of his leg. He turned slightly, looking down to see none other than a housecat. Somewhat surprising, considering they were at the train station rather than in the residential parts of town. Perhaps it was just wandering around. "Huh," he let out, bending down to pet it but was again interrupted. Apparently the cat's owner was nearby. A white-haired girl that introduced herself as Trinity. Maddox stood back up to his full height now, standing noticeably taller than Trinity. He accepted the handshake, before stepping to the side so as not to be between the girl and Mayt. "My name's Maddox. I'd say call me whatever you like but that hasn't always worked out in the past," he answered with a chuckle. Closing his eyes, he removed the cigarette from his mouth with one hand and gestured toward Mayt with the other. "This is..."

[User] Mayt chuckled a little, turning halfway around to put all the train tickets up before turning back around. He gave Maddox a moment to shake the girl's hand and accept the apology, as well as likely introduce himself, before moving forward and offering his hand as well. "I'm Mayt, one of my friend Maddox here's associates, nice to meet you Trinity." Probably the first thing Trinity would notice when she shakes his hand is that there's an unnatural aura of warmth around him, but his hand itself is a little cool. After the handshake he moves a little closer. "Is it okay if I pet the cat?" He'd ask as he moves his hand toward's Karn's head, dissipating the heat around him there. so as to not annoy Karn the cat.

[Assistant]
Karn gave a soft approving mew as his wide curious green eyes gazed up at the tall red haired man whom bent down to pet him. However a recent familiar smell wafted into his currently sensitive nose, making his orange fur lightly fluff a little. Before he could react to it, soft hands wrapped around his smaller body and lifted him against a shoulder. His green eyes glanced to Trinity as she stroked his neck as his paws rested against her shoulders. Ears twitching nervously at her words, before his soft meow escaped jaws at the playful flick. If cats could sweat, there would be a river of it. With a soft mew, Karn purred as he gently rubbed his cheek against her jaw as if to apologize. Perhaps he should of at least waited to make sure she heard him before running off assuming she didn't wish to come.

As the red haired man called himself Maddox, Karn blinked curiously at him, green eyes looking over the giant of a man. Master always told him to be sure to remember anyone he ran into. Especially the face, chest, ass. Lessons number five and six. Said those were the three places people looked most or something.

The second man introduced himself as Mayt, who gave a friendly greeting to Trinity before asking if he could pet Karn. Karn gave a soft mew and purr, happily pushing his small head against the friendly hand. Another reason he liked being a cat, is for the pets. He couldn't help but enjoy attention. Perhaps because he didn't get much of it as a child.

[User] "Maddox, then." Trinity smile sweetly, and turned to the gentleman that Maddox stepped aside for. Mayt? She readily shook his hand, before returning it to rubbing behind Karn's ear. She lifts her chin a bit as he nuzzles against her jaw, smiling to herself. "Aww, you're sorry, are you? Hmmm..." She giggled softly and scratched the top of his head, before turning her attention to Mayt. "Oh, sure, go ahead. His name's Karn." She turned so her shoulder and Karn the Cat were closer to the man, and she looked between him and Maddox. "So, ah, where ya headed, if you don't mind my askin'?"


[System]
Age: 32

Appearance:
Height: 6'1"

Weight: 185 lbs

Likes:
+Caffeine
+Reading
+Conspiracy Theories
+Working-Out
+Talk Radio
+Cars/Trucks/Vehicles/etc.

Dislikes:
-Seafood
-Sports
-Cold Weather
-Bad Grammar
-Authority
-Disorganization

Zodiac Sign: Gemini

Special Talent: Legendary Alcohol Tolerance

Profession: Mechanic/Owner Apex Designs, a small, single-door garage, tucked away on the industrial Southside end of town with enough room for about three cars inside.

Bio/Personality:
Joel is a man who views himself as someone not necessarily doing what they want to do in life, but doing what they're good at. He enjoys repairing the automotive woes of many of Sol City's wealthy clientele. However, even though his work is considered some of the best in the city, he's often equally known for his lengthy vacations and costly invoices. Additionally armed with a business degree that he earned off of an only briefly offered scholarship in his youth, he very carefully balances work, play and sometimes outright laziness. He keeps no set schedule and can be found in his shop sometimes at the most bizarre of hours.

Outwardly, Joel has a very arrogant aura that often turns off others. He's been told that he's "unapproachable" and though he likes the thought of being intimidating, sometimes he does feel a genuine desire to have deeper conversations. He enjoys flirting and being in some social venues, but often feels bored and out of place. He doesn't consider himself extroverted. Interestingly, he tends to talk non-stop while working on vehicles and has his own crowd of conversational regulars, often the bored and retired older men of the city, that stop by just to see what he's working on.

Joel is very aware of his eccentricities and has a warped sense of justice. He enjoys watching people that may have wronged him or refused his advice "get what they deserve" to the point of comedy. He likes that some may look down on him for his chosen profession, but at the same time wishes he was doing something else. He's never satisfied for very long.

Favorite Song:

Tell us about yourself:

Age: 32
What part of the world are you from?: VA, USA
How many years have you been writing/roleplaying: Around 17
How often do you have time to post?: Usually 2-3 times per week, maybe more depending on my work schedule/other things.
Anything else you want to mention?:
I actually work a pretty cool job, but it does demand a lot of time out of me sometimes. I'm married and have three kids. Roleplay/Writing is one of my few surviving hobbies in adulthood next to working out and reading a book occasionally. I usually only have time to write one game at a time here on the Guild so this is it for now. I'm going to my level best to make sure its a winner. I try to take care of my players, so if you're reading this and thinking about joining, we'll be glad to have you.

[User]
Joel Nicolosi

Music from the hauler's ample sound-system continued to play and sitting in the car Joel paid no mind to the sound of helicopter rotors. They were at an airport after all. In front of him there was a small tablet mounted on the dash. His hands lightly held the steering wheel while thumbs moved over the small array of buttons and toggles built into the costly component. The steering wheel alone cost more than his Jeep with its various add-ons. Hooked up directly to the car's electronic control module the screen before him responded to the various commands from his fingers. Brake temp, ignition timing, exhaust temperature and a myriad of other information flowed on the screen before him. His dad leaned over in the cockpit watching.

One of the problems with having a special built engine from Japan was just that, it was from Japan and so was its accompanying diagnostic software. None of the components were meant for distribution outside of Japan. Joel's dad, an old school tuner himself, looked on quizzically and shook his head. "Glad you can read all that." He said with a chuckle.

"I can't read it all," Joel said with a grin, "Just the important bits." He didn't consider himself fluent in Japanese, but looked at it more like the code from the Matrix. As the information passed by he knew certain things meant "Suspension" or "Engine Sensors" and when he looked at the numbers and the accompanying diagrams he knew when he was on the right track. Nissan organized their information in fairly logical and intuitive way when it came to their performance technology. He looked up in the mirrors to make sure everyone was clear of the exhaust. One of Tommy's former linemen gave him the go ahead to fire it up. The fuel pump primed instantly in the green on his display and he held the ignition down noting the background sound of a helicopter seemed exceptionally close.

The engine hummed loudly like an angry hornet and Joel watched the display intensely as he gave it a few quick revs. The tachometer display reacted like a flick of the wrist with only a flex of his toe. Everything was in the green, aside from the tire temperature. The outside air had cooled them from sitting still. He glanced over at the extra sets they had stacked up all secure in their warming jackets. They'd be practicing pit stops once the car was warmed up and both he and Tommy had done a few laps.

Listening to the blissful sound of eight small cylinders responding to the lightest movement of his foot and staring at the diagnostic screen, Joel at first didn't notice his dad's hand nudging him at the shoulder, but a more firm push broke him from his trance. He looked up to see the man shouting over the sound of the exhaust, "Somebody's here to see you!"

It took Joel a moment to come out of his happy place and lean forward to look past his dad. At first he didn't even notice the woman standing right in front of him, but instead looked at Tommy very diplomatically meeting a small delegation near the helicopter. What the hell is he up to? Was his first thought before he locked eyes back with Marlin, slightly dumbfounded. His dad gave him a look of are you going to get out of that thing or what? It was a stern glance Joel was accustomed to since childhood that normally accompanied situations where he needed to move, now. He shut the engine down.

Hey, seems we bump into each other again

"Huh?" Joel said slowly making his way back to the world of normal civilized conversation. He was climbing out of the car. "Oh, Hey, yea… what's up, chicky? You kinda surprised me. Wasn't expecting visitors."

Joel's playlist #5

[Assistant]
Marinalia (Romus) Olympus
Old Sol Airport race testing.
 Saturday Morning

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Maxamillion greeted Tommy, indroducing his daughter before getting down to the business of the day, the race, the sponsorship and the pink air racer sat on the run way. Olympus heavy engineering had sponsored Sol City race for some years as a good way to advertise outside European region, this year though to distract from there previous issues, Polar star had joined them in backing a local team, hoping to change the naritive alot. Vesarian Romus pulled up in slightly battered rental car joining the group after waving to his daughter who seemed to be charming the competition. Tommy had presented a intresting opertunity but it was not time to see of he had a race winning car or of his talk was all hot air lik the kind filling up the air race towers.

The morning was fairly cold, coffee cups steamed but most of the snow was gone and sky was clear. The winds where low and seemed ideal for a what they had planned for this morning. Returning her fathers wave, she would have to ask Marla after about Vesarian and Maria. Had 20 years changed things or what. The cagey questions, asking after her and both refusing to give solid answers had everyone else's minds racing away.

Marilania waited Sipping her overly sweet coffee giving the car a once over as Joel climbed out of the drivers seat. A large race team, pit crew, it was alot more than one man and a garage affair."Chicky" would of been presuming abit much but she come to learn it was fairly harmless over in Sol, wait. Did he not know about the race or anything. She did not know the sponsor details, but she had been told about the fact she was there to race him.

 hey. Seems your freind thinks you should talk to me!

Came out here to do a little air racing, first chance I've had to fly in over a week. Feeling too grounded! Also doing my Grandfather and Aunt a favour, needed a pilot they could trust.

So, he did not know?
Must be, on her glance over she had spotted the man who looked like he nudged Joel out thr car, was he related, they looked related anyway. Giving Joels dad a cheerful wave, she was in a good mood as finally had got back her flight status, low morning sun glinting off her gold wings and silvery thread in one of her various patches she had picked up on flight jacket.

 so this is your Mona Lisa then?

 Want to bet? Second place time pays for lunch?
Team air vs the groundhogs?

They finaly gave back my flight status, best morning this week!

Looking over to the air race pylons that imitated thr track somewhat, thr tall inflatable towers where rather large, and the last one or two where being finished up by a air pump on a pickup truck. Sipping her coffee and smiling, it seemed it would be a fun morning.

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[User]
Milo Ventri

 Milo chuckled a bit as Vika kind of clumsily made her way out toward him, until the photo fell. Where had that thing even been? Milo couldn't remember the last time he had even seen that picture, and surely couldn't remember why he had brought it along with him. He held out a hand and helped Vika along until she got to him and gave him a kiss, to which he reciprocated.

 "Don't worry about it, it's an old picture anyway. When I left my last place, I didn't really take the time to go through everything and make sure I wanted to keep it all, couple of things I should have left managed to get brought along anyway."

 That photo was definitely not something he wanted to have anymore so he went over to the shattered frame and threw it into the garbage bin. As soon as the sound of the frame hitting the bottom of the bin hit, Milo felt a twinge in his stomach, he knew that he was trying really hard to push his old life away, but was it really working? He shook the thoughts and went back to the counter and started fussing with his coffee press.

 "I assume you would like tea? Otherwise I have a nice french press for coffee." Milo just tried to let the morning be a good one, A single picture wouldn't take that from him, not today.

[Assistant]
So is this your Mona Lisa then?

"Indeed it is," Joel said. There was palpable reverence in his tone as he leaned against it, looking down and running his hand along the window channel. His fingers glided smoothly over the polished paint. He was glad she got to see it after their conversation from the previous night if nothing other than just to prove he wasn't completely full of it. "Bought it used when I was in high school, bone stock," He said. "Took me nearly ten years to get it this far." He crossed his arms and looked back at her ensemble, "Glad you got your wings back though, that office stuff didn't suit you." He looked over at Tommy again who was shaking hands and looking official and narrowed his glance slightly.

He smirked a little at her offer to race, "Yeah, maybe we can line up them up later," He said with a shrug, "But I don't race for free." It was a line he used since high school, when he first earned a reputation for being fast on streets of Sol City. It weeded out the chaff. Racing cost money and he didn't waste his time on those who were looking for pride or to simply see who was faster.

Tommy approached at a light jog, rubbing his hands together. Joel's bullshit detector immediately pegged. The man was better at being a salesman than he ever was at being a football player. "You ready?" He said to Joel. He gave Marlin a once-over and grinned.

"Ready for what?" Joel said defensively. He kept his arms crossed.

"We're going to have a friendly little competition in motorsport" Tommy said slyly.

"Who's 'we'?" Joel shot back.

"You and Miss Marinalia here," Being silver-tongued as ever, he pronounced her name perfectly. "If you haven't noticed these pylons have been set up in a specific pattern," He said, "She'll take off and fly the air-race course while you drive our regular road-course, first one across their respective finish line wins."

"Well that's about the stupidest thing I ever heard" Joel said flatly.

"Don't be difficult, Joel" Tommy replied. He knew Joel's moods well.

"I'm not being difficult," Joel said, "I'm just not doing it." At this point he didn't care that she was standing right there watching them bicker. It was also evident that the rest of the crew had noticed the conversation growing more heated in tone in spite of the blaring music. Joel looked at the others that arrived on the helicopter and the oddball that showed up late in a rental car and asked the obvious question: "They got any money?"

Tommy attempted to grab Joel by the arm and lead him away to have the rest of the conversation elsewhere, but Joel childishly planted his feet and refused to move. Tommy leaned in to Joel's ear, "What do you think?" He growled.

Joel very nonchalantly reached into the car and took out Tommy's helmet and shoved it firmly into the man's chest. "I think you're driving."


[System]
Age: 56
Gender: Male
Breed/Species/Type/Lineage: Seelie Sidhe (Faerie)

Physical Description:

Talents:-Flight: The ability to fly with proficient maneuverability for a long duration of time.

-Nature Magic: The ability to manipulate nature in various ways such as entangling creatures with branches or roots, concealing himself within the earth, or harnessing energy from plant life to strengthen his blade.

-Illusory Manipulation: Can use Illusion Magic to disguise himself or create minor sensory illusions against others.

-Sleep Inducing Magic: The ability to induce a narcoleptic state of sleep in targeted creatures. (Related: Karram also has the innate ability to create illusions or send messages to sentient beings in their dreams.)

-Empathy: The ability to perceive people's emotions and motives.

-Sword-fighting: He is a trained swordfighter.

History:The Sylian branch family is renowned in the faerie community of Ireland. For centuries they have served as judges in the Seelie Court, with the primary responsibility of doling out punishment for faeries who have committed crimes against the mortals or faerie brethren. Karram Sylian's family was different however. He was the unfortunate product of an unlawful relationship between a Seelie faerie and an Unseelie faerie. His father was pronounced a traitor to the community and both he and his forbidden lover were executed. Karram Sylian was to be banished from the Seelie Court and sent to the Ashen Pit where Unseelie miscreants lived. However his father's brother, Eromyr, was able to convince the council to spare the infant faerie and grant him 20 years of life to prove his usefulness to the community. The council gave in and allowed Eromyr to adopt Karram and teach him as his own.

For the next 15 years Karram grew up learning the ways of the Seelie Court, faerie magic, and other resourceful trades. He never learned about his past or birth parents until his 16th birthday. Eromyr sat him down and explained the scenario that lead to his birth. Astonished and heartbroken, Karram spent the next few weeks lazing in a deep depression. But eventually he came to his senses and decided his life's work would be to amend his family's honor and eventually become Seelie Grandmaster. On his 20th birthday Karram was brought before the council of elders and rigorously tested. His incredibly honed skills and vast faerie knowledge surprised the council, and so they let him live.

Five years later Karram was appointed as a Seelie Adviser, the same position his uncle Eromyr held. He and Eromyr were sent with several others to the United States to set up a new branch of the Seelie Court within the supernatural communities that exist there. Karram was especially excited to travel to a new place where he could make a name for himself without the past haunting his every move. For the last 31 years, Karram has served as an adviser in the courts. He is known for his ability to detect the emotions and motives of defendants as well as his overall intelligence and loyalty; even receiving a few nods from Count Caradoc in the past.

In the human world, Karram originally disguised himself as a young and ambitious David Rodgers. He took up a job as an attorney and excelled in the position for just over 20 years. However he was commanded by the courts to change both his disguise and persona due to skepticism in his office over his apparent lack of aging. So he adopted the name Karl Silverman and has since been working for the IRS at the request of the courts (presumably so he could look into some of the supernaturals who mingle with with the humans).

But now everything has changed. The resurrection of Nemsemet and the slaughter of the Count and his high council has caused chaos in the supernatural world, and the last thing Karram wants is for that chaos to spill into the mortal world. Because if it does, it could bring the whole world to its knees...

Psychological Profile:Karram is unlike most faeries in many ways. Determined and courageous, Karram is always looking to prove himself useful to his community; and to himself. He hides his insecurities and depression by focusing entirely on work, and so he could easily be seen as a workaholic. He finds the usual rambunctious and mischievous nature of his fellow faeries to be immature; whereas he tends to focus on more serious matters. However he does share a deep distrust for Unseelie Sidhe due to his interactions with them in the courts as well as the indoctrination he experienced living with the Seelie Sidhe community in Ireland. Outside of combat or work, Karram is relatively quiet and often becomes entranced in his own thoughts. He also has trouble turning off his professionalism considering he doesn't harbor many actual friendships.

Possessions:-Oakbane, a custom blade enchanted with earthen magic.
-Sylian Pendant, a necklace worn by members of the Sylian Branch Family.
-Faerie Dagger, a small dagger he keeps sheathed on his lower back as a secondary/defensive weapon.

Yes, and:
Karram was one of the presiding advisers during Antonio's preliminary hearing, where he briefly met Flint as well. He was the one that suggested his innocence after reading his emotions in the courtroom. Although initially ignored, Antonio was proven innocent anyway after the murders continued.

Flash forward several decades later, Karram, under his human guise of Karl Silverman, was asked by the IRS to audit the Horizon Foundation before their annual licensing renewal. It was apparent from the start that despite his disguise Antonio knew who he was, more than likely by scent. It was a moderately uncomfortable confrontation but nonetheless remained civil.

(^Can be amended or changed entirely if you don't think it fits.)

[User]
Rikive flipped open the small, black purse Parael had given her to hold her sword. It still fascinated her how with a simple spell, this tiny bag could hold an infinite number of items. Plus it matched her outfit, which seemed pretty fitting for a nightclub and may help her seem less suspicious. Not a terribly difficult look to put together since the only clothes she had were ones Parael had picked out for her during their shopping excursion.

She shut the purse and let it fall by her hip, the strap hanging across her chest. "Should I go move into position?" She asked Tony, leaning forward a bit from her seat in the back of the van so she could see through windshield.

[Assistant]
The scent of blood emanating from the Rusty Steak Knife was intoxicating. Consuming. To say she craved it was an understatement. What blood was to a vampire could only be explained in the most passionately extreme of terms. It was sensual, moving, more alluring than power, coffee, or other addictive substances. More than smell it, a vampire could taste the faint copper on her tongue, feel the heat of it in the air. It was this way each time Kaori approached the Rusty Steak Knife, where blood was stocked in human form and otherwise. For this reason, she didn't care much to do business here. She was too close to snapping, like a starving tiger let out of its cage. Delicate matters required a clear mind.

As she took a lungful of the air - so thick - her veins ignited within her, burning her from the inside. She heard the low growl pulling from her throat before she realized she was making the sound. Abruptly, she cut off her own air, emptying her lungs and leaving them that way. She didn't need oxygen, it was only another form of observing and interacting with the world.

With a steady click, click, click, of her heeled boots, she began to make her way through the dross surrounding the building. Distractions, all of it. She was significantly dressed down from what the people around her wore, but she had intended to be. There was no use attracting attention right now, and a short dress wouldn't do her any favors if things got...unpredictable. Her quiet, low-key presence didn't stop a pale female with curled, blonde locks from cutting her off before she'd made it halfway through the outer crowd. Her hair fell just above her shoulders, highlighted and primped to match a clingy tube dress that looked like it had been sized to be a shirt. Her glossed lips spread into a smile, "I see you must have gotten our letter. To be honest, I'm pleasantly surprised. We were beginning to think you'd left town."

Kaori's eyes rolled to the side in annoyance. Vampire women were usually unearthly and hypnotic, but at times they were nothing more than passive aggressive bitches.

"The hell do you want, Kel?" she impatiently demanded. She didn't want to be here any longer than necessary.

The blonde vampires features hardened at Kaori's tone, "Don't be so rude, not when we're trying to help you."

Kaori's arms folded as her face tightened in a snide smirk, "Help me? You don't have the power to help yourself."

The crowd was beginning to thin around them as people began to migrate indoors. A low growl rumbled from Kel's chest, "Quill is gracious to allow you to-"

"Quill is your elder, and you should know better than to speak for him," she hissed the words menacingly down at her, "My business is with your leader alone." Her features had lost all sign of amusement, instead, her delicate china-doll face had twisted into a mask of hostility. It was similar to what you might witness when a wolf defends it's territory. Threatening, for your own sake.

The petite blonde knew she had pushed too far. She wore a stubborn pout on her face, but nevertheless her eyes reluctantly shifted to the ground in submission. She stepped back slowly and wordlessly gave an acknowledging nod of her head before skittering away. Kaori watched each movement until the girl had disappeared through the doors of the building. Once she was gone, Kaori took another breath of copper-tainted air, and released it slowly, letting the fury escape her. There were a few stragglers left outside, but the majority of the clubs population were now indoors, partaking in whatever unsavory activity that had developed here tonight.

The tall vampire leaned against the rough brick of the building. Her head was spinning from the residual taste of blood in her lungs and throat. She squeezed her wine-colored eyes shut to steady herself and regain control of the animalistic instincts that threatened to overwhelm her. Her mind was a powerful tool that she prided herself in wielding, unlike so many of her kind. It was what separated leaders from the followers, and a large part of the reason she hadn't already been killed. She would need it's advantage tonight, and so she waited in the cool darkness for her senses to clear.

[User]
Flint sat in the lookout car, it was parked across the street and half a block back. He didn't talk to any passengers, more focused on keeping his eyes peeled for anything suspicious down the street. He feels his way to the glove compartment and removes another old fashioned revolver, he slips it into his jacket pocket then glances to the sawn off shotgun hidden between the seats, beside the hand break. After the last battle, Flint was not going to run out of firepower any time soon.

Flint caught a few people he could suspect where vampires, how they moved so elegantly or the way there chest rose as they breathed. Despite this they weren't just here for vampires, they were here for vampires they could use. Flint wasn't really up to date on the vampire families, if he ever got a case he would read up on them but then would forget a few days later. As he opened up a bottle of cheap whiskey, Flint sighed out of boredom, glugging some of the dark liquid down

[Assistant]
Invisible to the mortal eye, Beth wandered around the stolen vehicle in a vast circle. She knew from past experiences that vampires could not only sense her, but see her whether or not she was tangible. The relationship between vampires and the undead was little to be spoken of. There may have been a few vague alliances between some of the living dead and the bloodsuckers before Nemsemet rose, since both lost their humanity. After the dread mummy sacked the Court alliances fell to shit.

She surveyed everything around them twice—she kept to the shadows and passed through a few walls to avoid appearing suspicious—and spied a few stragglers. Slipping through the side of the van, and careful not to pass through any of the others, she spoke to the rest of the team. "Two in the alley behind the bar, two more lingering by the door, and one outside." She crouched by the back of the van, only a thin layer of tangibility at the soles of her feet keeping her from falling through the floor.

"Now's as good a time as any," she added, before exiting the van. Beth waited in the long shadow it cast for the mystery woman, the hunter and Rikive to join her.

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Karram sat in the back of Flint's vehicle watching the activity near the club. It was a dingy looking environment, to say the least. But Karram knew all too well this was simply a front for what lies beyond those exterior walls. Inside would be a dimly lit and highly fashionable area full of vampires and thralls and everything in between dancing and sorting their business and enjoying drinks. The quality of the interior could beat out any 5-star club downtown, and that fact filled the vampires with a sense of pride. Karram had been in quite a few of these exclusive clubs in his lifetime, mostly by order of the court to investigate suspicious transactions; after all, de Lacy liked to keep a watchful eye on all his subordinates.

And yet now, he sat parallel to the place, hoping there wouldn't be a need for him to enter The Rusty Steak Knife (what a terrible name, he thought). He hoped this small-scale operation would go off without a hitch, but a churning pain in his stomach seemed to think otherwise. Nonetheless, Karram stayed on guard, his eyes carefully scanning the club and the area surrounding their car, and his hand firmly grasping the hilt of his blade. Karram's eyes darted to Flint when he began sipping down whiskey. Nerves, or boredom? Never know with this guy, he thought as his sense memory kicked in and the taste of the whiskey subtly flavored his palate. He shook off the thought and leaned forward.

"Spare a swig," he questioned? A little alcohol might calm my nerves.


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Race: Human
Position: Pet
Age: 4
Personality: curious, playful, giggly, cuddly, scared of spiders and doesn't like cold because it kills the pretty flowers. She doesn't really understand why everyone is so worried and serious, but as long as her keeper is there for her then she will not worry.
Background: A woman was desperate. She longed for a child to call her own, but years went by and it seemed she was barren. As a last resort, she petitioned a Fae using an ancient ritual. The Fae granted the human woman her wish to have a child. When the woman discovered she was pregnant she was overjoyed and spent months fixing everything perfectly for her child. Finally she gave birth to a beautiful baby girl, with hair like spun gold and crystal blue eyes.
To the woman's horror the day the child was weaned the Fae appeared again, this time to claim the child as theirs. The woman, so desperate to have her wish come true, had failed to comprehend the details of the deal : the deal was the HAVE a child, not KEEP the child.
Heartbroken, the woman handed over her precious baby and then killed herself in grief.
That baby has now grown into a beautiful precious child : Lyra, the human pet of the Summer King Feoras

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Everything happened so fast. Before she knew it Ba-Ba had come and whisked her back to the court. He left her in her room, but didn't really say much except to stay. Lyra cried for him but he left and one of the guards left by her door said that he had left the Summer Realm.

Lyra laid down on her little bed and cried. Why was Ba-Ba gone? He always left her. Was she so bad? So naughty that he didn't want to be around her anymore?

Her tears slowly dried and she laid in silence. But the silence meant she could hear the guards and servants talking outside her door. And what they said scared her.
Black monsters had destroyed Spring. It sounded very scary. Everyone was afraid they would come to Summer and kill everything. Lyra huddled under her blankets, curled in a little ball shaking in fear. In her hands she grasped a small pink colored crystal that Ba-Ba had given her.

Not wanting to listen to them talk anymore, the little girl opened her window that led into a small flower garden. There, among the pretty flowers, she began to sing to make herself feel better.

"Come by the hills to the land where life is a song,
And stand where the birds fill the air with their joy all day long,
Where the trees sway in time and even the wind sings in tune,
Where the rivers run clear and the stones all shine in the sun,
And the cares of tomorrow can wait til this day is done,"
She didn't remember all of it, but it was part of a song that Ba-Ba sang to her sometimes to get her to go to sleep. There were a lot of words in another language. Lyra tried to sing them, struggled with the words and butchered them terribly, but at least she was trying.
"Brucha-loinha na... namain, espray un colleen geeun... ch-char... sharoil fru... fru... freel coin..." Lyra struggled to remember the words but couldn't, which made her want to cry again. She ended up just putting a lot of la's in different places.

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@LadyRunic.

When the portal opened near the little summer garden, Maxwell all but tumbled through. Perhaps the sprite harrying him was not permitted to do him lasting harm, but that made the little shocks and the stabs of her needle-thin sword no less painful. "Ow! Lei, quit it!" he cried, trying in vain to fend her off. "There's people who are hurt, they'll die without help!"

"You'll die, if you don't get your weak mortal behind away from those things! And you'll get me killed with you!" the tiny fey shrilled back, her wings buzzing. "Or did you not notice them just KILLING EVERYONE?!" She stopped her assault as the portal they'd come through closed. With the possibility of going back safely eliminated, Lei saw no reason to continue her harassment of the distressed med student, at least for the moment. She landed on his shoulder, grabbing his ear for balance. The sprite was trembling in fear. Trouble was fun, sure, and like most sprites she had a certain blindness to danger, but those /things/ were unquestionably awful.

Maxwell looked for the vanished portal, and felt guilty when relief flooded him at it being gone. For all that his first instinct was to help others, he'd been terrified as well. Indeed, with the adrenaline now wearing off, he was starting to shake, as the reality of his close call sank in. Nor did it help that he had no clue where he was. The last time he'd found himself in entirely unfamiliar surroundings, he'd been informed his career as a pediatrician was over before it had even started. He wasn't keen on having to adjust to a second dramatically different set of rules.

"Where are we?" he asked Lei, looking around in an attempt to distract himself.

"Summer, most likely. Not sure quite where. Don't worry, Max, I'll keep you from getting eaten~"

The young man wasn't sure if her words were reassuring or a cause for further concern. He ran an unsteady hand through his hair and adjusted his grip on his med kit, but was saved the trouble of dwelling on it by a thin voice singing a tune. It sounded like a child, and not a very happy one. Max headed cautiously towards the sound.

What he found was a little girl, preschool age, singing in a small garden. Her eyes were rimmed in red, though her cheeks were mostly dry. "Ooh, another mortal," Lei commented in his ear.

"Behave yourself, Lei," he murmured venturing a few steps closer, though not entering the garden. Then he lifted his voice to address the child. "That's a very nice song," he said, a genuine smile turning the corners of his mouth upwards despite the pounding of his heart from his recent fright. "I wondered who was singing such a lovely tune. Was it you?"

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@BlackPanther

His vision shot over to the Falls as the Summer "fey" lord entered, the symbols on his body glowed a deep gold and purple, his hand was on its handle with the slightest bit of iron showing before taking glance at the Fall Lord. His blade leaked a blackish smoke, which must have been a form of the hound's destructive magic. Sorin had little defensive magic but was never low on offensive magic and with the amount of runes and bags and bottles he kept on his person full of potions, elixirs and symbols based on deadly magic, it came to know surprise that the Fall Lord had a very deadly pet at his disposal. Falk would have said or done the motion to off him if he wanted to, so Sorin simply sheathed it, holding a long heavy gaze at the summer lord, a gaze that spoke many things. It spoke of a quick but pain filled death, should he choose to attempt an assassination on the man. It spoke of hatred toward summer and dark nightmarish wants to happen to the Summer Fey. A direct order came and his eyes soften when it met Falk's own.

"Shall I bring beverage as well for our...guest?" He eyes glanced back over to the Summer fey with daggers before loosening again to the Fall Lord. With the answer he would be given he set off to grab the chairs, placing the first by Falk and then reluctantly the second to the Summer Lord.

"Is there anything else m'lord?" His head bowed as he awaited his answer. If there was, he would complete the next task given, if not, he would simply stand next to Falk. An immediate reminder to the Summer fey of the potential threat that loomed ever so near.

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@LadyRunic
Feoras looked at falk and nodded. "I accept thine shield friend" those burnt orange eyes felt the darkness. The darkness was almost overwhelming and he felt himself get a shock as his burden was lessened. He winced and then exhaled his eyes slowly brightening as a small amount of his internal fire returned to him. Now he was able to actually oversee what was around him. the hound the hound was now shooting daggers at him of pure hatred and he felt a brow raise.

So the dog still had it out for him. He then made his way to the chair and fell into it when falk sat. He was nothing if not polite in this court. He looked at sorin and nodded. "If you are itching to stab me I request you do not. My internal flames are powering the barrier I could manage. I ask to put aside our differences for now" orange eyes stated unwavering into sorin's. He had not intention of fighting and even with the lessened burden he doubt he could make it out of that fight alive.

He then turned his attention to falk hoping the hound wouldn't realize he was weakened and take the chance at killing. "I recieved your letter and came with haste to aid however I can in light of this. Though I am not certain I can be of much use to the courts. Right now a fire barrier of my own flames was the best I could do." he looked away. He was being honest...with this type of enemy the rulers would have to be with each other. At least that was how he thought of it.

In his mind for the good of the entirety of the realm they would have to come together. He just wasn't sure that's what the others would think. He wanted his home safe. He wanted the fae safe.

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Aisling looked to the knight, her eyes fury within themselves. Fury and annoyance. She already could tell from the under toned chattering as she listened at the keyhole in her lavish 'cell's' door that the Fae had their gossip aplenty. At least the Fall Fae did not think to dare say aught to Falk or within his halls. Aisling had heard a few whispers and glances as she passed the Fae when she was sent to the Mortal Realm. The gossip was all the same when it was boiled down of the Fair Folk's fancy speeches. Some thought her a bastard child of the Fall King, others his concubine, others still a pet. The latter was most accurate. Aisling often thought herself a song bird in a free cage but a magical leash that would be relentless if she tried to free herself of the holder's grip. But she was summoned so she left aside the thoughts and stood with her harp. Motioning that she would follow. "I am no Lady, Fairy." She growled, her temper much similar to her hair and this fair would surely dare not lay hand upon the envoy of Fall. "Merely a mortal pawn in some stupid world of games and little sense. Take me to your icy Queen, then you can grovel to her as your kind are known to do."

Dagon lowered his hand and nodding curtly, his demeanour unshaken by her fury. He turned sharply on his heel and held the door, his left hand still tightly gripped to Sioc's pommel. He held the door for her and spoke quietly as he began escorting her through the halls of Winter.

"Very well, though you speak freely and without thought as well, pet of the Fall King. I was once mortal too, though her grace in her infinite generosity and wisdom wiped my mind of all needless memories. I was left with only a name and conception of what I had been, a knight. I am bound to her majesty as much as you are bound to his lordship."

Various Fae of Winter, goblins and Ogres passed by in a hurried pace on errands for their Lords and Ladies, or her grace Arys. Those that glanced over at the Fall Court's representative in various licentious or mischievous impulses were sharply shooed off with a dark glare by the black-armoured Winterborn.

Even Sioc did not relent in his mental pestering of Dagon.

"Such furious fire in her! Enough to warm even the heart of one frozen in ice such as you, mortal vessel . . . if only momentarily. Such exhilaration, such passion. Oh the things we would do to her if we but still had a body!"

Dagon shook his his head like a horse swatting away flies. Unseelie were as Unseelie do, but such things served to test the servants of Winter, and he was no exception. A season for all things, even in Faerie, especially in Faerie.

Beyond that one outburst, Dagon remained silent as he guided his charge, the letter from Summer still nestled in his armlet as he returned to Arys' chambers. He knocked twice before opening the door silently and allowing the consort of Fall inside to attend her grace.

Aisling allowed herself to be guided about the Court of Winter. Discontent with how things were. The Fae Realm were still hard on her, and as Falk often thought- The mortal, yet not, pet was all fire. It was a wonder she had not yet caught the eye of Summer. But then it was the nature that laid beneath that fire that had drew him. A sorrowful longing, a desire of the quiet delicate life. The ups and downs of mortals were a amusement to the Fall king. For after a love gone wrong, when girls were guarded more preciously than gold and their purity cherished... She had fled to the gardens of her estate. Though the gates into the forests. In tears of worry and fright. It was there she had tumbled to the ground, though it was not the ground that had caught her. The strong arms of the Fall King had held her gently, and he had asked her why she cried. Then took her tears and worry away.

For a price.

A price that was almost too steep. No, a price that was too steep. For while she sat in the Fae Realm, next to the throne of bones and fur in the Hall of Autumn, the mortal time had passed. Her parents had died, never knowing what had happened to their child, and she never knowing what happened to her family. As she swept in her skirts towards the Winter Throne she well knew the Courts. More treacherous than any throne sat upon by a mortal. Giving a deep curtsies of her skirts. "Your Majesty of Winter has called for this servant of Fall?" She held her harp in one hand, a offer to play once more. For why else would she call her?

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Lyra gasped when she spotted the man. She darted, tripping and falling then scrambling under a rose bush. She peered out fearfully at the stranger.

"Who-who're you?" she asked, a tremor in her voice. "You're not fae."
Why was this stranger here? Her Ba-Ba didn't let strangers around, especially not men and especially not into his and Lyra's private garden. She squeezed the little pink crystal in her hand tightly, wishing Ba-Ba was there.

Her tears, having dried, welled up again. She was so scared but not of the stranger. Not really. She was scared of what the servants had been talking about. The blackness that killed everyone.