[System]
Age: 23

Appearance: Dimitri is a tall, muscular young man, his physique stream-lined and chiseled from years upon years of arduous training and physical exercise. His face is considered 'handsome', with a clearly defined jawline, and strong cheekbones. A minor scuffle could be seen dusting his face, a natural dirty blonde, the exact same as his hair - which is naturally cut short to his head, to avoid anyone gripping it in a fight. His eyes, however, are a dark blue, almost appearing black in different pieces of sunlight. Multiple long, pale scars on evident on his torso and back, with the most prominent one being the three deep, jagged marks scraping across his chest and down his abs. Generally wears a thick, form-fitting, dark-colored long-sleeved shirt, rugged jeans, and combat boots, along with a leather jacket thrown over it, sewn in with Kevlar. Can never be too careful, and he's pretty used to cold and hot temps.

Species/Occupation: Human/Hunter

Background: Dimitri was born in Moscow, Russia, underneath two war-weathered parents; Aleksandr Kozlov, and Marie Kozlov. His father was a veteran from the Spetznaz forces, while his mother was a former soldier in the Marines, having been honorably discharged after a grenade ended with her left arm being torn to shreds. How the two managed to find love in each other, Dimitri would never know; while his father was strict, gruff, cold, and incredibly ruthless in the training of Dimitri, his mother was soft, kind, and gentle, always there with warm treats and cold bottles of water. That's another thing...his training.

Aleksandr Kozlov was both a Spetznaz veteran, and a former Werewolf-Hunter, having to retire from both due to old age, and PTSD. While this made the man quite brutal, it also made him force Dimitri to follow into his footsteps - and not for a bad reason, either. Werewolves - specifically, feral ones - were dangerous, this Dimitri knew from a young age. At first, up to the age of seven, he didn't know what he was training for. His father always made him do pushups, squats, and sprints down the snow-frozen road whenever he was awake and not eating/hydrating, always stopping and limiting the repetitions so that it was just under enough to not have any effect on Dimitri's physical growth. Weapons training and close quarters combat had already began, back when he was six.

Pistols, assault rifles, shotguns...he was a crackshot, naturally skilled in any firearm that was brought before him. Obviously, he was kept to smaller, less destructive weaponry, as his relatively small stature - albeit big for his age - would make it incredibly difficult and inefficient to train with. Krav Maga; it's basic stances and attacks were taught to him as his 'main' chosen fighting style, although it was more along the lines of his father forcing it upon him. When he turned eight, he was brought on his first 'mock mission', which wasn't a mock mission at all.

His father had tracked down a wandering, feral werewolf that preyed on cattle and smaller children that would wander away from their parents, in the park. Seeing his father rip open the werewolf's chest, and give him the silver knife...Dimitri was confused. Sorely confused. But when he saw the corpses of the children, he plunged the dagger down without hesitation. That was the start.

Years passed, and Dimitri was trained with the brutality of a Demon from hell. He became an immensely capable marksman, a master of Krav Maga, and extremely competent and lethal when it came to the art of fighting with melee weapons - he began taking Werewolf Hunting missions at the age of twelve, going for the Werewolves that was blatantly harming others due to lack of mental awareness, or general insanity and love for violence. Life continued on like this, with Dimitri becoming a strong, intelligent, brave young man that did what he had to do in his forced line of work. His mother had passed away due to an illness - something that affected Dimitri greatly, and seemed to inspire his father's fiery ire even more. Finally, the man keeled over from a stress-filled cardiac arrest, on Dimitri's twentieth birthday.

Ever since then, Dimitri has been travelling the globe, always on the case whenever reports of wild werewolf attacks sprung up, or whenever mysterious sightings or murders breezed the grapevine.

Relationships: Thomas Young...Dimitri's partner. They met in Alaska, while Dimitri was hunting a group of feral Werewolves. It was an...interesting predicament, with Thomas managing to stop Dimitri from executing an innocent female Werewolf that had been planning on escaping her wild, out of controlled friends. Yvette was picked up, as his second partner, as they were leaving the frozen state.

It snowballed from there.

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Everything went as expected. People poured into the bar, both familiar faces and curiously unknown ones. Anton was at full speed too. Already. While it certainly took some strong juice to get her going, it never took long. While picking up the glass of cheap booze - "Thanks a bunch, cutie!" - Jesse decided to keep an eye on her situation. Always payed off to stick to the drunks, always came with lots of opportunities.

"Picking on people you think are weaker than you, again?"

While she didn't exactly sweep the room, her sense of smell and hearing got her a pretty good idea about who of the pack participated in the lil' monthly get-together, but somehow she still had missed picking up on Fayth. Odd, she thought, before the full extend of the blondes little 'poking fun/insult' hit her. Causing her to grind her teeth for a brief moment, before she put up the most sickeningly sweet and obviously fake smile.

"Somebody's gotta pay the tab, right?"

Her retort was anything if not odd. Confusing for anyone who didn't know her, no doubt. Jesse loved to poke fun at how uncomplicated it was to simply beat some poor sod into the pavement and take their cash, when the other pack members tried to live a genuine, honest life with a secure income like normal people do. To the average person she'd just seem like a careless thug thriving in the utter absence of the public law in Greyville, but to the pack she was a special kind of pest. One that didn't bother to fit into human society and shamelessly abused her unfair advantages to her personal gain. It was a thorn in everyone's side, specifically for those who masked their true nature and worked hard for their paycheck. She never bothered to hide her mugging deeds either, and often enough described them with a certain pride, just to rub it in and annoy the others even more. For Jesse, there was nothing negative about picking on weaklings. Survival of the fittest in its up-to-date form, as she liked to argument.

Despite the carefree and self-ironical answer, it gnawed on her. The whole woman gnawed on her. She had planned to get back on Fay for a while now, for the beating she received. All it took was an (un)lucky encounter at night...preferably with two other betas, if not three. She had just to work out who'd qualify for the job and how to rile them up against the omega. Not an easy feat for someone who is generally making enemies left and right.

Looking after Fay for just a second, Jess noticed Mori after completely missing her arrival as well. She made a mental note to pick a place that didn't put her back towards the door next time and gave her a respectful nod during a brief moment of eye-contact.

When the bleeding guy entered the bar, she barely reacted. The intense smell of large quantities of blood didn't leave her completely unphased, but she managed to behave and not show it. Letting off steam earlier helped a great deal, too. Contrary to the general awe the bleeding man seemed to inspire, she payed him an impressed whistle. From one blood-splattered person to another.

The night was still young and full of opportunity, and Jess was not nearly lit enough to pick a fight with someone her own size yet, so she decided to sit tight, sip cheap vodka and eavesdrop on Fay and Mori for the time being.

[Assistant]
Thomas

His beer finally arriving to it, taking a long gulp before stopping and gasping for breath, he looked around and more people were giving him glances or even worried looks. He simply shrugs it off, he did however, raise an eyebrow at how some of the patrons began getting a bit more fidgety after seeing him, well specifically, his arm. "Probably the moonshine." he thought to himself before taking a quick gulp of the beer.

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees a familiar figure, though could barely recognize her because of the beer or the loss of blood, eitherway, "Oh, Yvette, is that you or am I starting to see things?" he asked her outloud with a wide grin, "How's it goin?"

"Ты полный отстой." he heard from a Tall Russian man, with a really thick accent, "Is that Dimitri? No way." he utters but then gets a light slap on the cheek followed by, "Go to the hospital."

"Well, hello to you to Dimitri, got even bulkier last time I saw ya', how is that even humanly possible?" he asked, still maintaining that stupid grin on his face. "This little scratch, I'll get it checked out soon, lemme just finish my beer" he said to him, but leans in and whispers in a serious tone, "Did you notice? Some of em' are eyeing my arm and even getting fidgety."

A grin formed on his already smiling face,
"Hah, fucking with you man, course there's no Wolves in here eh?" he said finally and finished the last drop of his drink, he get's up then stretches, and he also notices the blood spots and gives a bigger tip than usual. Right before leaving, he notices Fay, waving his injured hand at her caused the blood to smear on Dimitri's back, Yvette's face and a random customers shirt, bowing a quick apology to them, he quickly ran away and says to Fay right before, "Well, uhm, sorry I'll be leaving you with the mess, there's a tip on the table."

After saying that sentence, Thomas runs out of the bar, hearing what sounded like a whistle towards him before hitting the door.

Right after leaving the door and losing his balance, there was a beep that came on his phone, a message, but with Thomas being out for the count, he couldn't check it.

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Taking his sweet time to get to the bar, Kalib walked with a pop song beat in his step and in no hurry to join the others. The Californian embraced the chill of the night air, savoring its freshness and relative familiarity. "The guys should be having a blast by the time I get there." He thought to himself, ticking off the names of his fellow pack mates as he spotted some dark drippings on the sidewalk. "Or, maybe the "fun" is just getting started. I really hope this wasn't Jesse again." With a sigh he began to jog his way to the bar, hoping to god that a fight hasn't started when a man came crashing through the bar door. The scent of blood overcame Kalib.

"Whoa!" He exclaimed, dodging before the bloody man fell on him. Sure he was used to seeing guys literally falling out of the bar drunk off their rockers but what the hell?! "Hey, are you okay?" He questioned, careful not to step on the stranger or get blood on himself. "Say something, dude!"

For a moment he glanced into the bar window and spotted Carlson and Mori --relieved the alphas were there. His eyes quickly scanned to find Jesse at the bar and thankfully not looking like she was the one to bloody this guy at his feet. Kalib turned his attention back to the guy but ready to jump into the building for some help.

[Assistant]
"Whoa hey!" Yvette yelped as Thomas had attempted to walk himself. "Don't be stupi-" She was about to grab onto his shirt collar, but instead someone had caught him. "Uh..." Maybe what Thomas was rambling about was true? Her Uncle was right... And he was far from being sane. She immediately ran to her ally's side, yanked him away from the other male and dipped her head down. "He's in my care, sorry for the trouble."

She cleared her throat, gave the man a long stare, and shook her head. "Uh, fuck. I need a med kit, because there's no way he's going to survive a ride to the hospital like this. Do me a favor, go inside and start screaming or something." Yvette propped him up at the wall and removed her jacket so that she'd be able to tear a part of her shirt to at least delay the bleeding slightly while whoever had so decided to help would actually do something.

The phone in her back jeans pocket buzzed, making her raise a brow and check real quick before scoffing and setting it to the side so that she would be able to focus on her injured ally. "God damn... You really fucked yourself over." She murmured, shaking her head lightly as she wrapped the torn piece of cloth over his wound.

"Please hurry up with the kit?"

[User] Kalib let the woman take her bleeding friend from him and nodded. "Right," and headed inside. He recognized the black-haired bartender and ran to her. "Hey, call an ambulance. Some guy just fell outside and he's covered in blood! His friend it out there with him but he really needs to get to the hospital, and fast." Keeping his voice calm, he tried not to make anyone panic. He told himself in his head that the guy will be okay so long as 911 comes.

[Assistant]
Dimitri scowled once he saw the guy ask for the ambulance, rather than getting a medkit, as asked. Maintaining his temper; which he was rather easy at, the Russian got up from where he was leaning on the wall, nearby, moving towards the bar's counter. Easily sliding over, he quickly located the red and white medkit, underneath the counter's tabletop. Grabbing it, Dimitri slid back over the counter, long legs quickly striding him over to where his two accomplices were leaning against the building, outside.

His sunglasses were back on, hiding his eyes, but it also allowed him to see easily, despite the darkness from the nightsky. Crouching down, Dimitri handed Yvette the first-aid kit, before taking a few steps back, so that he wouldn't get in her way. First-aid was definitely not his forte, and he knew that Yvette had training in it...most-likely from her delusional Uncle. "Dumbass..." He muttered underneath his voice, once again, but it was unknown on who the insult was directed towards.


[System]
Alias: Night Shade

Age: 24

Appearance:

Position: Capo

Speciality: Interrogation through torture

Personality: Confident but not arrogant in both her abilities and looks. Has a sadistic side whenever her victims are dying of her venom even smiling while it is happening. But if anything, she is loyal and respectful to those on her side having a professional yet friendly attitude to those in the Gang. When completing tasks, she is serious and objective, doesn't play around unless when it comes to someone begging for their life. Bella is well known for being merciless and cruel towards those she is torturing, enlisting fear to enemies who hear the name "Night Shade."
She's not one to get her hands dirty unless it's necessary or enjoyable, her soldiers do most of the killing for her. Often times they'll hold down victims so that Bella may inject her venom into them.
History:
When Bella took her first breath, so did the poison inside of her. As her mother was giving birth to her, Bella's body uncontrollably injected venom into her mother, killing her. As she cried and screamed, poisonous gas exhaled from her mouth killing everyone else inside the hospital room. It was a freak tragedy, and it was during this time that the North Scharole Highrollers heard about a "deadly poison baby" and kidnapped her to use her powers for their advantage. For 7 years she was locked up and was forced to learn how to control her power and produce poison for the Highrollers. It wasn't until a rival mafia, an officer from the East Canaglia Gang found her and took her away from the Highrollers. It was then she was raised by the Gang, who helped her fully control her powers and gave her for the first time in her life- freewill. Ironically she used this free will to be part of the Gang, becoming one of the most loyal members to date.
It has only been a short time since Bella was given the responsibility and title of Capo, which took many including her by surprise considering how young she was. But being saved and raised by the Gang, she was an East Canaglia by heart. So when the position was granted to her, it did not go to waste. It took no time for her to take over the nightlife of Otropolis for the Gang which now rivals that of South Cosa Nostra, who had been notoriously famed for their hold in the depraved industry. She was becoming infamous through her use of poisons on her victims. Her tactics of torture/interrogation/killings became nightmare fuel for those who stood against her and the Gang.
Power: Deadly Spring
Bella secretes any type of poison and venom from her body in multiple ways (mainly forms it from her hand and mouth). This also makes her immune to all types of poison and venom
Some ways she uses her power: Simply touching exposed skin injects venom and spreads throughout the body. Exhaling poisonous gas from her mouth like smoke and can kill if inhaled.
This is how the body looks if it is infected:

Extra:
- Runs nightlife business for the Gang, includes nightclubs, casinos, brothels, etc. She has associates and managers directly running each individual business for her but in matters where it involves another gang (usually it is the South Cosa Nostra since they have a lot of nightlife businesses as well) she takes personal action.
- Has a pet snake taipan named Paris

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~Kat~

"No reaction at all, eh?" She grunted. Jeez, at least react in some way other than doing nothing? Why'd she get stuck with the un-fun people? Fuck it, today was turning out to be pretty bad after all if she had to work with these morons. At least she'd be getting to rough someone up in a good-ol-fashion shakedown soon enough. As soon as these guys got their butts in gear, at least. With a sigh, Kat straightened her posture and looked at the other two who were apparently intent on staying around for a bit.

"Alright, well lets get going then." She grunted. "I got a date with a cheap bottle of vodka and some tacos so lets get this over with." With that, she turned and left making sure the other two were following her. She knew where they were heading well enough. Jewelry store and a bar. Easy enough targets to shakedown and make 'em cough up the money. They just had to decide how they were going to do this before getting there. Oh sure, it was easy enough to waltz and and smash some stuff for intimidation and maybe break his kneecaps, but a plan of some sort always made things a bit easier.

"So how do you two wanna do this?" She asked, glancing towards Hishamie. "You're countin' the money, make sure we got it all right? Anything else you can do or are ya just as strong as a wet noodle?" She had honestly never really worked with these two before, so it'd be a good idea to gauge their abilities and see how well they worked. "And what about you, Ice face? Got anything useful?"

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[Assistant]
[Luciano]

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Luciano listened silently to Kat's grunts as he followed her out of the meeting alongside Kyle. He hadn't found the tasks at hand especially interesting and far from his forte, thus he planned to leave most of the heavy lifting to Kat and Kyle. Although Luciano had never worked with his group before, he had of course done his research on the circle closest to Corvi. His findings were generally common knowledge among his peers as the job differences between the three of them were quite severe. He understood Kat was bulletproof muscle, making every excursion like this a low risk endeavor; however, he didn't believe her to be especially intelligent or quick witted. Kyle easily filled in Kat's weakness as she covered his, Luciano had received a good deal of education growing up and was successful in his studies under the close watch of his parents, but he couldn't compare to Kyle. That's why he felt like auxiliary, his lone wolf nature and ill fit abilities landing him in a bit of an awkward position as far as placement went. Luciano debated what he could do when Kat turned to him and asked him of his abilities, drawing him from his reverie.

"I specialize in murder, not thuggery." Luciano answered curtly. A small caliber bullet rolled between his knuckles idly as he walked, the piece of metal flipping about his fingers as if it had a mind of its own, disappearing and reappearing in the other hand as if it were an elaborate magic trick. "However, I have food if you find yourself hungry." Luciano offered, his emotionless countenance making it difficult to tell whether he was joking or not.

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Michael Kennison

Leaving the Father's office, Michael noticed that at the moment he was only joined by one other member of their trio. He wasn't overly worried though, specially since they hadn't made it that far. DeGarrio could catch up with them if he moved fast enough. Otherwise he'd miss all the fun, not that Michael was too horribly broken up by the prospect. It just meant more for him to do.

Overall Michael didn't mind being partners with McDowel that much. The man could be something of a downer a lot of the time, but he was still pretty reliable. At least from what he remembered of the guy. They didn't work together that often.

Headed outside, Michael listened to the proposed plan with all the seriousness that it deserved. They hadn't been given a location to work from and they didn't know how these new guys operated, so finding them would be a good place to start. After that they could give them a persuasive chat, one way or the other. He was willing to give peace a chance, but if it turned violent then he wasn't going to cry over it.

"Sounds good to me," he replied with a nod. "They give us the location, we can get on our way. Then we don't have to waste a lovely morning like this one."

@WindsOfFate

[Assistant]
Kieran/Kyle

@saintrice@rune_alchemist

Kyle scoffed slightly at Kat's words, hoping that this mission would be over sooner rather than later especially if he was going to have deal with people of this caliber. He hated his criminal activities, mostly, and hated how he was basically an indentured servant to the Don. So being sent out into the field like this with someone who was so clearly his opposite was beyond irritating. He preferred people of a simple and sound nature, someone who was more inward than vocal and someone who used more tact with their words. While he realized that at times he himself could be less than smooth with his word choice. Kyle had no official thoughts on Luciano. Unlike most everyone at the meeting, Kyle chose not to research everyone around him. He felt that if he had looked into the others, he would pre judge them before hand and it would affect his judgement. Kyle would rather let actions speak louder than words on paper. When he had this thought again, he nearly smacked himself mentally. He was of course pre judging just from words, in person rather on paper but still, and he should not rush to judge. If something went amiss on the job he would need to have a sound mind and he needed to stay clear of judgements. So Kyle put on his most convincing smile.

"I prefer observing rather than fighting but rest assured that when it comes down to it I will not be a burden. If trouble does arise please rely on me for strategic input, even though I do see that you are more than capable than of defending yourself."

Kyle gave Kat a once over, choosing to forgo any kind of observation out loud. He did think she was quite attractive though. Kyle turned to Luciano and raised an eyebrow.

"If...if you do have food I would um...well I am hungry."

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Valoran Dryder

Valoran listened. He visibly bristles at the thought of hos son being used against him. He made a note to have him start packing tonight and knew there would be an upset reply, but Vance would do it. Especially if Gramps said it would be best. He knew his father dealt with some shading things. And he grew up learning about the killer he used to be.

Taking the chair offered he studies the map. In his mind he notes all the safehouses and caches they have all around their sector. When the Cosa Nostra is mentioned, he audibly growls. Everyone here has heard about that horrible night. When Valoran lost the man he loved in an attempt to break him. To "Reap the Reaper" they'd said. He'd caused so much terror that they decided to attempt to remove him. They almost succeeded. Valoran searched for hours befre Corvi forced him to go see his infant son and sleep. When the body turned up a week later Valoran swore he would paint their sector with blood. But his bloodlust was culled, as he focused on pritecting the one thing he had left of his family, his son.

"I want that worm Alexi's head." His eyes burrowed into Corvi's." I want him to pay for what he did. In blood." Valoran's face was dark, a bit of the old fury at the world creeping in. He had a chance to finally strike back. And he would grab it by the proverbial balls. And crush them. "I wamt revenge, Corvi."

[Assistant]
Nadia Felmoth

 Nadia listened intently as Ivy spoke and watched as the pen glided across the map. Everything she said process in Nadia's head and her brain was working out the best ways to case the places mentioned. The bit about the stranger buying some businesses interested her, more specifically the man who bought them. She noted the fact that Ivy kept calling everything 'ours' a habit she was sure was not easy to break. Why this stuck in her mind she would never know but it was there. The switching supplier and warehouses would be the longest thing for her to case out, unless she got lucky. There was a long pause as she thought before she eventually spoke.

 "The club will likely be the easiest thing for me to keep an eye on, since I will likely be able to go in at any given time and get some bit of information here or there. It seems logical to start there, as any information about the movement of Drogato will likely be circulation through there, even if the man doesn't go there himself. It will also probably be the best place for me to figure out the time schedule and location of his supplier as well, without actually trying to find it myself that is." She paused, thinking again. She would need to stay in any given form for as long as possible to be able to get any good information, which meant travel would likely be slow. "I can only stay in any given animal from for about two hours, so I want to minimize the need to travel as much as possible." She was thinking out loud, but also making sure her limitations were understood. "The man that bought the businesses is something I myself am curious about but the importance of this is really up to you." She directed this to Corvi, though the entire time she spoke she was running her ideas and thought process through him for approval or improvement. If he told her to do it another way, or to prioritize something she would follow his order to the letter.

 "Is there anything you can tell me about Drogato's daily habits, it would make pinning him down a bit easier, hopefully. Also, the location of his home, or former home would be a huge help." This bit was directed toward Ivy, hoping she had any good information for her. Even old information was good, it gave her a place to start, or at the very least give her records or mail diversions to look for.

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Bella smirked as Corvi was reminded of her Taipan when he talked of cutting off the snake's head. She was glad that Cosa Nostra was getting targeted first, it will make her businesses easier to run.
"Don't forget I have eyes and ears not just in our nightclubs and casinos but in theirs too."  Bella had her own hand in the game when it came to the business of vices. Not as much as Ulric Drogato of course, but it was a benefit that helped out the family.

As Ivy talked and marked the map for various businesses and hideouts the Nostra owned, Bella was reminded of the cautious feeling she had towards Ivy. She used to be the wife of Ulric after all, and although her loyalties lies within the East Canaglia now, it didn't shake off the feeling of suspicion Bella had towards her. But if Corvi trusted her, Bella couldn't argue with his decisions. He's one of the main reasons why she escaped the clutches of The North Scharole Highrollers in the first place, so it only seemed right to place her faith in his decisions.


[System]
Age: 25

 Gender: Female

 Race: Naga (attempting to transition to another race through magical means)

 Class: Artificer

 Personality: Fieri Angharad is haughty and opinionated, and almost religiously believes in the superiority of magic over all other things. Fieri Angharad has spent decades working in a secluded university, away from all humanoid contact, and is exactly as desperate for affection as that implies. Beneath a thick veneer of contempt, Fieri Angharad is close to a child in terms of practical experience and romance. For some odd reason, Fieri "Diamond-Tail" Angharad insists that everyone refers to her by her full name, nickname and all. Thanks to a hostile environment outside of her birthplace and an inability to cope with it, Fieri is ashamed of her current state of being, and is seeking to change it as soon as possible. Due to this, Fieri gets flustered if her most prominent physical traits are exposed or accentuated.

 Fieri was born in the bustling town of Cartus Magnum, located in the western portion of the nation of Ithillin. Fieri's parents found work as porters and washerwomen in the prestigious university that largely encompassed the town's workings. Cartus Magnum University was a mage's college dedicated to teaching practical magic and hard sciences, and held a stable of fantastic teachers to facilitate this. People from across the continent came to the town almost exclusively to either work for or study in the university, and Fieri's family was no exception. Fieri's father was, rather controversially, a tenured Senior Wrangler, who very narrowly avoided being fired for an ill-advised fling with Fieri's mother, a migrant washerwoman. Unfortunately for both Fieri and her father, Fieri's mother abandoned the both of them almost as soon as she was born, moving on without even a word of warning. With no knowledge of how to raise a child and no wife to do it for him, Fieri's father did what he always did: let the university handle it. And so, Fieri's upbringing was brought entirely into the hands of the university's servants, professors, and students.

 Fieri spent almost the entirety of her life within the confines of the university. Educating the young Fieri was a pet project of most of the university's faculty, who found an unceasing audience in the cheerful naga. As Fieri grew, so did her wealth of knowledge. Mathematics, philosophy, theology, herbology, and artificing all opened their gates to Fieri. Thanks to her father's extensive connections with the university and Fieri's minor status as a staple of the university's live-in entertainment, Fieri was afforded the faculty's level best in education, for no charge-- after all, any money taken in for her education would go right back to her father.

 At the tender age of 18, a startling idea crossed Fieri-- she could be learning to have a job! Startled and mesmerized at the prospect of having to work to earn her daily bread, Fieri nervously opted to follow a career in artificing-- utilizing advanced magic to enchant mundane objects into powerful tools. The idea of making her job trivially easy without even needing to expend too much mana was immensely appealing to Fieri, and she threw herself into her studies with gusto. Fieri studied like a madwoman, egged on by her father, and very nearly graduated at the top of her class at the age of 24. With her magical potential unlocked through rigorous training and studying, and a bevy of spells and enchanted objects at her belt, Fieri... promptly attempted to return to her life of lazing about the university and looking smugly at the students. It was at that point that her father gently but firmly encouraged her to go find a job elsewhere, and politely informed her that, if she continued to stay at the university, she would be arrested and convicted for vagrancy. With no small amount of bitterness, Fieri moved out of the university, and set off into the world. Fieri now wanders aimlessly, searching for odd jobs and helpful servants.

 Equipment: Fieri Angharad is equipped with a variety of self-made magical tools. The weapons underneath are poor-quality, but the enchantments on them are made with love. Fieri's arsenal is as follows.
* Staff of the Diamond-Tail: a university-provided magical focus, that allows Fieri to store and release large amounts of mana. In effect, it is a battery, for intensive magical works. Thanks to the wonderful efforts of the university's engineers, this staff is also capable of drawing mana from ambient sources. In broad daylight or in the light of a full moon, the Staff of the Diamond-Tail regenerates mana very slowly. The staff is also quite sturdy and hurts to be hit with. It is currently filled with several days' worth of stored mana.
* Knife of Lacerations: A standard household bread knife, enchanted to unleash a blast of concussive force exactly the size of its blade on impact. It's useful against unarmored, unexpecting targets, but nearly worthless against armor.
* Bag of Holding: Fieri's thesis project. This is a simple leather satchel, enchanted to magically shrink down anything placed within it. Even thought it is about the size of a traveller's pack, its carrying capacity is about the size of a shipping crate.
* Mana Battery Kit: The mainstay of Fieri's repertoire, this is one of the only things that cannot be made by an artificer. With this advanced piece of magitechnology, one can handily replicate the effects of the university's staffs in a smaller and less powerful form. The kit takes any stone, metal nugget, or gemstone and fills it with mana. These mana-filled minerals can then be inserted into an artificed object to make them usable for non-mages. The more valuable and conductive the material used, the more mana the resulting battery can contain.

 Abilities: Fieri's magical powers are based around utilizing mana in its raw and pure form. These abilities are relatively expensive to use mana-wise, but can also draw from her staff's reserves.
* Mana Bolt: Fieri is capable of projecting a bolt of pure mana at her opponent. The bolt is relatively effective against uncovered flesh, and causes moderate to severe burns on contact. Against large amounts of mana, the bolt reacts violently and explosively.
* Miasma: Fieri is capable of venting large amounts of vaporized mana into the surrounding area at once. The mana, while not strictly toxic, is almost unbearably hot and temporarily interferes with any sources of magic. Prolonged exposure to Miasma results in severe nausea and disorientation. Fieri is not immune to the Miasma's effects.
* Artifice: The gross sum of Fieri's life and Fieri's true calling, this is what Fieri is best at. With a generous amount of mana, a targeted object, and some imagination, Fieri can enchant anything. The more valuable the object is, the easier it is to enchant. It takes half an hour to a day of concentrated work for an Artificing to be completed, and the resulting object must be charged with mana to function properly. What Fieri can enchant is limited only by her scientific knowledge and imagination-- if she can logically conceive of a way to make a ring capable of teleporting its wearer, Fieri can enchant one to do it. Researching and developing new enchantments takes time, mana, and plenty of test subjects. A list of enchantments Fieri currently knows follows.

	+ Emit Force/Absorb Force: Phenomenally simple, this enchantment is designed around converting mana into directed kinetic energy, either to work against incoming blows or amplify them.
	+ Emit/Absorb Heat: Exactly as simple, this enchantment is designed around emitting large amounts of heat or absorbing large amounts of it. With some more sophisticated supplementary enchantments, the weapon appears to emit flames or bolts of frost from it, though the effects are the same.
	+ Discharge/Absorb Mana: This enchantment is explicitly required on every Cartus Magnum Artificer's products, for safety reasons. Upon being discharged, the enchanted object immediately releases all stored mana in a single blast that, at higher levels, overloads other magical items and causes extreme burns. Upon its Absorb function being activated, the object briefly draws from any source of mana directly connected to it.
	+ Feather/Burden: A simple and efficient enchantment, used widely across the continent. When active, the enchantment actively lifts itself (or pushes itself down), making carrying heavy objects significantly easier. In most cases, Feather is attached to armor.
	+ Grow/Shrink: A strange branch of enchantment explored by few, the effects of these enchantments are directly tied to the current size of the object affecting it. When activated, anything touching the enchantment will be either shrunken or grown to a predetermined level. At the same time, both its volume and mass change, allowing for even heavy objects to be carried with ease.

[User]
Al nodded at the doctor's words. He understood that alcohol was good. A trained medical professional only confirmed that it could cure outside injuries, not just inside ones.

The swordsman immediately bought a very large, very strong bottle of whiskey, slipping it inside his bag.

"I think it's like a tomb or something. I knew some guys that cleared out the upper floors the other month; they made out with some decent loot. It's got like traps and stuff, but if you're looking for cash we can head towards the lower floors." he explained to the dog girl. Or was it a fox girl? Al made a mental note to ask after he'd secured a paycheck.

"Yeah, I'll join. It'll be an adventure!" he told Marc, emphasizing 'adventure' by pounding his fist into his hand, as the mental note was buried under thoughts like 'That tail is rather fluffy' and 'I hope Haldric's tomb doesn't have terribly many snakes'.

[Assistant]
"A-adventure!" Sergeant Wykes waved about in a dizzy fashion. "Okay miss Paladin. I'll join you." Sergeant Wykes offered, looking down at her arm. She tried moving her arm, but the act was met with more pain than anything else. In other words, the splint was effective. The knight attempted to pick at her arm a little bit. She wondered what it would be like should she have an itch- not that it mattered quite yet.

Sergeant Wykes attempted to reach to her back, untying the knot right off her neck as she moved the arm a little bit out to stretch. "Oh... it's all better" Cristine giggled in drunken confusion. She hiccuped again and began shadowboxing at the air.

"Thanks bird lady"

[User]
Tanya cleared her throat. Good, the soldier woman was healed, and everything seemed to have quite nicely quieted down. And indeed, there were many who seemed rather interested in what she had to say. Even the drunken woman, who would hopefully sober up before they got going. Tanya was not to keen on taking a drunk into a dungeon, especially for a mission as important as this. To be fair, the lack of exposure to the deepest point of Haldric's Prison-Castle meant she was not sure exactly what evil lurked there, but regardless bringing someone who was drunk seemed a poor idea. However, some people sobered up quickly, a fact that Tanya was glad for in any situation.

"The Prison-Castle of the Mad King Haldric is not too far from here," she began, "And within it, a terrible evil lies. There is a reason goblins are drawn to it and it's filled with mindless undead. There's something at the bottom. Something acting as a beacon to foul creatures like that. As a Paladin of Reon, it is my duty to eradicate evil such as this. However, many of my usual allies are unable to accompany me. With two exceptions."

She paused for a moment, glancing from Sophia to the Mayonite Paladin and back. "That is why I have come to this...

Tanya paused for a moment. She hated taverns.

"... Wonderful place. In order to gather a party to reach the final floor of the Prison-Castle and slay the darkness there. I will only take a small amount of wealth for the Church, all else may be divided between each of you."

Indeed, Tanya certainly did not want for wealth.

"Sophia, our scholar and nun, will inform you more of the Prison-Castle."

[Assistant]
Not a sound was made as Fieri's leathery tail slithered along the confines of Haldric's Prison-Castle. The halls ahead, barren and looted long ago, were dimly lit by still-burning torches helpfully placed by the castle's previous plunderers. The gloomy light emitted by the torches playfully flickered along the floor, revealing conspicuously missing tiles. On closer inspection, the tiles appeared to be pressure plates long-ago uprooted, their mechanic innards looted and sold. A brief splash of inspiration struck Fieri-- the forester said something about this castle being filled with traps. All I need to do it loot them, and I'll be rich! An evil glint shone in Fieri's eye, as a whole range of mercantile opportunities opened themselves to her. Fieri slithered on.

The nondescript, winding walls of the Prison-Castle gradually began to reveal more and more of their creator's personal tastes. Though the castle's ancient traps had been made almost obnoxiously conspicuous through either previous adventurers' markings or their mechanisms obvious absence, they were becoming alarmingly common. Every few yards, another shattered or removed pressure plate would cross her view. Whatever the Prison-Castle's previous occupants did, it was clear that they had to do it carefully. The sheer density of traps on this floor spoke volumes of the Mad King's paranoia. Fieri, harrowed but unwilling to turn back, occupied herself by brainstorming. Fieri, being an entrepreneur, knew that she couldn't earn any customers by simply offering services, she would have to offer goods as well. A proof of concept could go a long way to ensure that she would be worth the money she wanted from them. To do that, she would need to Artifice. To Artifice, she needed ideas. It was at that point that Fieri activated a cleverly-hidden spike trap.

In retrospect, Fieri probably shouldn't have been thinking so hard on what enchantments would be useful, especially given where she was. It was only thanks to dumb luck and the misfortune of a previous adventurer that Fieri avoided impalement. Instead of meeting hard, rusty steel at the end of a spike, Fieri was instead struck with the corpse of a leather-clad humanoid, rotted far beyond the point of recognizability. For a moment, Fieri was dumbstruck. Then, like a bloated float rising from the depths, Fieri emitted an animal noise, mindless and pained. What started as an idiot's croak grew quickly into a shrill scream, and Fieri flung herself backwards until her back slammed into the wall. Fieri, overcome with panic, curled up into the fetal position, and began sobbing hysterically.


[System]
Alias - Miss Mountain (she prefers friends to call her Dana or MM)

Age - 16

Powers - Geokinesis, or earth/rock manipulation. The power of her Geokinesis is controlled by her emotions. If her emotions are fiery or powerful than the proportions of her earthly abilities are measurable on the Richter scale. Dana is trying to obtain more control over her powers and emotions in fear she'll harm her friends.

Weaknesses - She is quick-tempered and has "rocky" emotions. If she loses control of her temper or emotions, she will put herself and everyone in her surroundings in danger. She can trigger small earthquakes with her anger and utterly destroy buildings near her. Also, as a result of her Geokinesis, she has an accelerated metabolism, which basically means she must eat three times more a day than the average human being. Hunger and anger or synonymous for her.

Personality - courageous, sarcastic, fierce

Appearance -

Miss Mountain wears an armored suit that glows the color of Obsidian rock, and the suit — besides being flame-resistant — can channel her emotions fluently, for the betterment of controlling her geokinetic powers. She is also equipped with a visor the is holstered in a hip compartment in the suit that expands from a small paper-clip sized piece of technology to a full visor that fits to her face to cover her eyes. The visor highlights all objects that her earthly abilities allow her to interact with. She lets her blonde her fall on her shoulders and seldom styles it up in any respective hairstyle unless it's for a special occasion. She is 5'6 and despite the masses of food her body requires her to digest she only weighs 125 pounds, because most of it is burned for energy.

BRIEF Bio - Dana never knew her parents, she was raised in a Metropolis orphanage most of her life. She never met the stereotypical cruel orphan owners; in fact she was treated quite well and enjoyed her time among the several different orphanages she had to alternate between after she unknowingly sank the first three she stayed at halfway underground.

She wasn't aware of her special abilities until age 10, and by that time she'd already been taken in by foster parents, who were extremely compassionate of her and she loved them dearly. She tried to hone her special powers and got better and better at them until things turned for the worst when her foster parents died in a car crash. Angry at the world, the entire city of Metropolis mysteriously shook in magnitude. It felt like what would be considered an aftershock to an earthquake.

As she aged she ran into continuous problems with her abilities. Eventually, on her fifteenth birthday, she saw a young team of heroes living the dream. They were adored by fans after bringing down a villain in Star City. She idolized them and traveled to Star City to see them there. She joined them after proving her worth with her geokinesis. She got over her paparazzi-like approach to her teammates after a while as she matured into a successful hero; she became part of the people she idolized. After her lack of attention as a child what with being a foster kid, she was ready to become the center of attention a one of the heroes of Young Justice.

Notes - she is kind most of the time, but is a completely different person in combat. She is a relentless fighter and very protective of her friends.

[User] Miss Mountain was lurking nearby and managed to hear the entire debriefing of the situation, fortunately for The Question. She felt she was coming off as weird and creepy with the silence and stealth in her walk so she cleared out her throat before speaking, "What are Flash's enemies doing in Star City?" That was the first time her teammates heard her voice.

[Assistant]
At the Question's comments towards her, which came off almost as the verbal equivalent of a slap to the face, Kendra felt her hands tighten into fists, before she relaxed them again. She waited as the Question explained the situation before speaking again. "No, Question," she said, coolly. "You obviously do have a superpower. Your power is that every time you open your mouth, everyone in the room gets the powerful urge to throttle you."

It was then Miss Mountain made her presence known and Kendra glanced round at the girl. "Maybe they all got sick of being thwarted by the Flash and are trying to, err, 'make a living', in a different city," Kendra suggested. She grimaced slightly at the thought before glancing back at the unconscious Ditto. They must have done a number on one of his clones for him to end up like that.

[User]
'Left jab... Right cross... Jab, cross, hook, cross, roundhouse... Stay focused... Stay relax-'

The thought was cut short by the ringing of the alarm. Beck sighed as he wiped the sweat from his brow, and stepped away from the bag. 'Always something,' he thought to himself. Not many knew he kickboxed. It wasn't a technique he employed often in combat, simply because he didn't have to. Why bother, when he could simply whack an opponent with a chunk of ice? That said, it wasn't entirely a hobby; he took up a form of hand-to-hand combat at Ice's request. It was, however, extremely satisfying. He removed his gloves and handwraps as he ran to his room to suit up. The alarm could mean anything, he had to be ready.

Now out of sweats and into costume, Beck skidded out of his room and ran down the hall towards the monitor room. He noticed the fallen ditto and other heroes gathered around through the frame of the door. He rushed in during someone yelling. It sounded like Kendra, but he wasn't sure.

"... No, Question, you obviously do have a superpower. Your power is that every time you open your mouth, everyone in the room gets the powerful urge to throttle you..."

 Oh boy.

 Having missed the Question's analysis of the situation, Beck stooped down beside Ditto briefly, before realizing that the others would have checked vitals before he got there. Standing back up, he looked around at the faces that were actually gathered around; Kendra was there, as well as the Question, Armory, Miss Mountain... All new. Their real names weren't coming to him. Didn't matter right now. Nothing -or anybody- would have knocked Killian out from there, so something must have happened to one of his clones. Could that happen? He knew Killian felt their pain, but Beck had never seen him knocked unconscious from it...

 "Maybe they all got sick of being thwarted by the Flash and are trying to, err, 'make a living', in a different city," Kendra suggested.

Thwarted by the Flash? Were his enemies attacking Star City now?

"If something's going down, we need to get out there now. And, you two. Cassandra, Question. Play nice."

[Assistant]
Gabe tried his very best not to swagger into his room. He'd already failed to keep his smile from looking like a Joker impersonation. Combine that with a stroll, and his teammates would think that something had happened to him, that he was sick, that he'd gone off the edge. If there was something Gabe Harlan didn't do, it was swagger, especially after that kerfuffle with Granny; that old lady sure had a way of draining her prisoner's energy... by the end of it they're left looking like Sleeping Beauty.

Gabe laughed, then gasped in shock. What was happening to him? First he's strutting, then he's laughing at his own terrible jokes? If there was one thing Gabe knew, it was that Sleeping Beauty was no joke. One of Granny's best operatives, she'd given him and Fenrir more trouble than most -- that woman went to great lengths to please her master. Gabe shuddered. He was thankful to find focus replacing his too-good-humour.

He put his costume on, every part but the helmet, and checked his wristpad, an upgrade courtesy of Jin. Opening the program he'd installed to it, he checked his readings.

BLOOD PRESSURE
120/80

BODY TEMPERATURE
122º F

HEARTRATE
72 BPM

RESPIRATORY RATE
20 BPM

RADIOACTIVITY
0 Bq

Satisfied that he was safe to go out into the field, Gabe ran to the monitor room, carrying his helmet. Frowning as he passed an unconscious Ditto, he entered the monitor room. He immediately felt the tension in the room, and the frown deepened. Ditto's reason for taking a nap, he could easily understand; assuming that this particular Ditto was Killian, then the only possible explanation would be that something had happened to one of his clones. That, or he got lost and thought the wall was the way into the monitor room. However, the tension was less easy for Gabe to wrap his head around. What could the tension possibly be about?

Charles, Cassandra, Tea, that new girl, Miss Mountain, and Beck were in the room, and, defying all laws of physics, Gabe's frown deepened even further. He probably looked ridiculous. But he didn't care; his concern was elsewhere -- where was Jin? She should be here by now.

"If something's going down, we need to get out there now. And, you two. Cassandra, Question. Play nice," said Beck, and Gabe suddenly understood where the tension was coming from. Great. The team know-it-all versus the team scryer. Wouldn't that be a battle to behold?

"Sorry I'm late," he said, breaking the silence, "But as Beck said, we should probably go. The guys that aren't here yet will catch up." He turned to walk out of the monitor room, speaking over his shoulder. "Beck, could you fill me in while we make our way to wherever we're going?"

Beck nodded. "You got it, boss."

Gabe shook his head inwardly. That was professional. What a great example for the only senior member in the room to lead.

Gabe laughed. Yeah, he needed to work on his leadership skills.

[User] Tea sighed as Cassandra (Okay, that's too long. I'm calling her Cassie. If she'll let me) and Mouth started arguing. Luckily the others, she assumed, had begun to arrive. While she had yet to meet any of them, one of them, identified by one man as Beck, had identified that same man as Boss. That and his demeanor clearly put him in charge. Standing up, she stepped over to Cassie and placed her hand on her shoulder "Hey, ignore him. As sad as it is, his brain is useful for mission. Off mission, we can always kick his ass" she said, offering a smile and chuckle, before rezzing her armor "I'm ready when you guys are"...

[Assistant]
Dana clicked a button on her suit's belt and the suit responded by forming a semi-helmet on her head, spurring a crimson visor over her eyes. Dana's uneasiness faded away as she began to feel in control; her vision was red as a result of the technology that covered her peripherals. The visor scanned the area for objects subject to her geokinetic powers.

"I was born ready," Miss Mountain said in response to Tea with an obvious joking tone, but she did mean it. She was as ready as ever, actually. She couldn't wait to get back in touch with "the good ol' earth". The terrain that she knew and loved. She'd only been separated from the ground for a mere half hour, but just thirty minutes seemed like a whole day to Dana. On most occasions when she'd been separated from contact with the ground for more than only two hours, she cuddles with the earth and kisses the ground immediately when her feet are back on the ground.

Dana felt her stomach growling and immediately scurried to the refrigerator where she subsequently wolfed down a beef sandwich that she had stored in there. With her huge appetite and the fact that they were going on a mission where she would end up using her powers she had to eat. She looked like a tiger on its prey as she finished the sandwich in a matter of twenty seconds before walking back over to the team.


[System]
Race: Bean Nighe
Gender: Female
Age: 22
Occupation: Unemployed, robs graves for a living.

Personality/Interests
On the surface, she seems like a very easy person to talk to, someone who you can trust, someone who knows a lot about the world. On the inside, though, Mysaren just desperately wants to be accepted by people. One of her biggest fears is people not liking her. Mysaren can be seen as somewhat manipulative, lying and cheating to people often to get her way, although this is something that she is trying to fix. She's definitely not above dirty tricks in order to get what she wants, or sometimes needs. She's very good at feigning confidence, which is how she does her "job", by either brute force or pretending that she's supposed to be in area's that she's not supposed to go. Despite this, she's definitely loyal to those she cares about, and definitely tries to help her friends in family in any way she can. Mysaren is somewhat hot-headed, and has a very quick temper. On the inside, she's a very sensitive person, though. She takes a lot of things literally, and doesn't really appreciate jokes or teasing at all.

She cares immensely about her family at home, and her greatest fear is something bad happening to them. Her entire life has been spent trying to support them the best she can, even stealing and cheating in order to get money. She's often very cheap, not liking to spend money frivolously, even if she has money. She has a bit of a mistrust for anyone with large amounts of money as well.
Appearance
Mysaren is a rather tall women, having the look of a warrior. She's muscular, with a chiseled, prominent jaw and square face. She has short, curly black hair, which barely goes past her ears, although her bangs cover her eyes if not pulled back. She has dark brown skin, which is marred with various scars. Her eyes are deep-set, and blue eyes that look like the deep end of the pool. Freckles cover a large amount of her face, and are lightly sprinkled on her shoulders.

Details
Body build: Muscular, well built.
Hair: Short, curly.
Hair color: Black.
Skin color: Dark brown.
Eye/Iris color: Dark blue.
Height/Weight: 6'3, 185.
Notable Features: Freckles, her arms and legs are somewhat covered in scars.

Clothing Description
She tends to wear long, dark purple robes with a gold trim around the edges, and a hood. Underneath, she wears a black tunic, a normal pair of pants which are brown, and a belt, which is covered in various small pockets and bags. She carries a larger, messenger bag that's made of black leather and has several runes carved into it. She also wears thick, black leather gloves, and rather strong, worn boots, made for travelling.

Equipment
A spell book and several other books, a few healing and mana potions, various materials for her spell work, a shovel, a lantern, and a bottle of oil.

Weapon(s)
Her wand, a knife, and a small sword.

Powers
Due to her years spent living in the darkness, she has a heightened sense of sight.

Abilities
She is able to tell when someone is about to die, although she can't get specifics on who/why/how. It's usually just a loud, wordless muttering in the back of her mind.

Talents
Hand to hand combat.
Petty thievery
Her persuasive power.

Magic
Deals primarily in Necromancy. Talking with the deceased, being able to call upon them in times of battle.
Sessamaru - "He seems level-headed, but I am envious of his rather joyous personality."

Historia - "A naive little bird. I do hope she at least knows enough to stay out of trouble."

Saha - "Never much liked snakes."

Katelia - "An annoyance."

Julio - "He knows how to keep his mouth shut. I can respect that."

Azzrix - "Pompous ass. I can't help but respect his ability to kill rich people though. Keeps me in business."

Margaret - "I don't much respect greediness, but she's at least a good companion otherwise."

Naida - "Rather nice. Pretty cute as well."

Drubbins - "An idiot. Lovable, but an idiot."

Tahira - "One of them brainy types, and not so good with people. Kinda painful to talk with her."

Rimau - "He has a very similar sense of humor as me, and he's pretty friendly. I like him a lot."

Claire - "Rather shy, but not bad to talk to. Could be a good friend."

Viggo - "I can't stand him or his music."

Rouen - "Some pretty rich boy who thinks he knows how the world works because he's lived in a nice castle all his life."

Falen - "I respect him a lot. He kinda scares me sometimes though..."

[User]
Rimau was about to look further into the job about the golden mask when the paper was suddenly taken off the board by some kid in fancy robes. He attempted to position himself in such a manner that he could continue reading, but no such luck; the kid was simply too big for him to not obscure Rimau's vision. He screwed up his face and grumbled for a brief moment. Alas, if he could see through solid objects, not only would he be the world's greatest marksman, without a doubt, but this sort of annoyance wouldn't happen.

Soon, however, the kid suddenly turned around and looked Rimau directly in the eyes, the invisible 'force' of which prompted Rimau's own eyes to widen and his the line that was his mouth to upturn in a more friendly manner. It was then he realised something; the kid was actually a woman. A square-jawed woman, sure, but still a woman. Those were some thick robes. The sort of robes Rimau would die in if he wore them.

Deciding that you can always get more done in life if you're nice to people, Rimau decided to clamber down off of his stool and make his way over to the lady; as fun as it was to keep rivalries, most of the time it tended to be impractical and juvenile to insist on a professional rivalry with a specific individual, especially if the job was well-paying. Merely competing with other mercs and hunters was a fact of business. But 'sportsmanlike' rivalry? Laughable.

"Heyo there, kid. Couldn't 'elp but notice y'took down that mighty interestin' job proposition off the wall. ...Can't say I've seen y'round 'ere before, either." He said as he approached the lady, that weird muffle effect the Tavern seemed to have turning on. He stopped to look her over, see if she was the trustworthy type. She was certainly a lot taller than she looked, even taller than most humans he'd seen, who all tended to be taller than Rimau anyway. Made them easier to target.

Raising one brow, he looked over her scars; clearly, she had experience with fighting, then. You don't get the sorts of scars on her face from cutting yourself while shaving... not that she'd need to shave, but still. Her attire seemed to suggest a magic user; magic and him didn't get along too well, but its practitioners had their uses. Their flashy tricks were very distracting for most people, and Skrin'Ko was indeed bound to him by an enchantier. Very nice fellow, he was.

After a few seconds, Rimau decided he may as well introduce himself; after all, a name doesn't convey much. But he kept his hands close to his body, in case she was the twitchy kind.

"...Th'name's Rimau. Rimau Ekoy-Rimau Eng-Dasku, but that's, uh... well, y'don't wanna know m'full name. Believe me, some'un once asked for it, an' lemme tell ya... uh, never mind. What's your name, kid?" He asked, smiling a little.

[Assistant]
Mysaren quirked an eyebrow when the lizard man came over to her, and she finally looked him over. He dressed... he dressed in an interesting manner, with large goggles, and bright feathers on the side of some leather vest. His skin was a rather drab looking green, and from the cracks, he was probably very old. She smiled when he spoke to her finally, looking at the paper in her hand again. "Ah, well, I'm new. I... I travel a lot," she said finally, not bothering to make up some elaborate lie. No need. "I was hoping to find some work around here."

He looked weathered, the type of person (lizard?) who had seen a lot, and she could respect that. She craned her neck down to look at him, and even then she couldn't see that much. She was at least a foot taller than him, but she felt that maybe it would be a bit rude to kneel down, so she decided not to. "My name is Mysaren," she said. "Pleasure to meet you, Rimau. It's alright, I don't...don't need a full name." Full names were perhaps too much. Hell, telling people her name in the first place made her itch, but she would look suspicious if she didn't.

"Actually, Rimau, I was just about to go looking for someone who may assist me on this mission, yeah? Seems dangerous, and while I won't say that I'm not a good fighter, I could always use an extra hand. Were you also interested?" Maybe going on a mission with a strange lizard she just met wasn't the best of ideas, but he seemed trustworthy enough. Besides, if he did betray her, well, she could handle herself pretty well. She could probably pick him up if she truly wanted to, and she knew her way around a sword, as well as magic.

Mysaren always preferred using magic, something that most folk didn't like, especially the type of magic she used. Necromancy was rather frowned upon, considering that bringing people back from the dead as nothing more than zombies to be controlled might be a bit of a problem for most people, but she hoped that Rimau didn't have any prejudices in that department. She was rather excited to go on a mission, and a good companion could be the difference between life and death for her.

[User]
Rimau stood and listened to Mysaren's proposition carefully, with his arms crossed and his eyes squinting with focus to let her know he was listening.

"Well, as it 'appens, I was mighty interested in that particular employment opportunity." He replied, curtly. "An' from the looks o' yer, I'd bet m'grand-pappy's soul that y'were some kinda magic specialista."

After he said that, he idly sniffed at the lady by sticking his long, reptilian tongue out for a brief second. It was half-unconscious really, an old habit of his. When a Zizz met a new colleague, it was considered normal to sniff at them to show that they trusted them enough to disregard any blood they may have on them. Which was quite often.

Unfortunately for Rimau, though, the scent he picked up off Mysaren's robes made him wince slightly. She had the stench of death coming off her, there was no doubt. And not just the figurative stench of a killer, but a literal stench of corpses.

"...Necromancy, p'raps?" He asked, in as friendly as polite a tone he could manage. If she was, it'd be understandable if she wanted to hide it, but Rimau had nothing against Necromancers. If anything, he thought zombies made for an excellent barrel of laughs on a dull day, and that's ignoring his religious beliefs.

"...Skills like that work 'specially well as a distraction." He continued, with interest. "...Lemme tell ya, some kids get real touchy when they see dead folks walkin', an' that makes fer a mighty effective distraction. From, say, the barrel of a nice Rifle trained at their 'ead." He said with a slightly devilish grin, pointing at Skrin-Ko's stock on his back; if he was right about her being a Necromancer, it only seemed fair he let her know what his preferred form of combat was.

"I think we could work well t'gether."

[Assistant]
It took a moment for Mysaren to decipher Rimau's accent, before she nodded. "Yeah, I dabble a bit in magic." She said, watching as Rimau sniffed her curiously. She noticed the wince and mentally slapped herself. He smelled the corpses, she could tell that much. "Yeah, Necromancy." She thanked the gods that he didn't ask why she smelled like that. If anyone found out about her robbing graves, well, she was in a crowded tavern. She could try to run, but she wouldn't get far, and that made her feel might claustrophobic.

"They work for more than distractions," She said, glad that Rimau didn't seem to mind the necromancy thing, "They're not bad at fighting. Not great, but you know. Yeah, most people get a bit.. skeeved out by it. Never understood why." People's concerns and disgust with the idea of death confused Mysaren. Maybe she just grew up around so much of it, maybe her blessing/curse made her desensitized, but she saw nothing wrong or morbid about death. Death was just as natural as life to her, the two forces working together instead of in opposition.

Mysaren smiled, noting the rifle on his back. It definitely looked dangerous, and Mysaren wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of it. "I do think that we would make a rather effective team, no? Yes, we could split the reward." They'd get plenty from the mission, and then she could split her half of the reward, and everything would be fine. Yes, she could make this work.

She considered telling Rimau about her gift, the muttering and screaming in her head, but decided against it. He didn't need to know that, at least not right now. A power like that could be exploited, and even if she thought that she could take on Rimau by herself, she wouldn't know what to do if someone else in the tavern heard, someone bigger and stronger with more friends. Someone who would use her power to do bad things. Someone who woul- she decided to not think anymore about bad things happening to her.

"I'm ready when you are, chief."


[System]
Age: 12
Hometown: Ecruteak City
Appearance (pic preferred):

Starter: Fennekin
Bio: Shiranui had developed a fascination with fox-like Pokémon from watching the Kimono Sisters performing during his childhood. His favourite Pokémon are Espeon, Umbreon, Delphox, Zoroark and Ninetales. He is generally kind, but has a low tolerance to those who speak ill of his likes. He had been inspired to go on a Pokémon journey ever since he spotted Ho-oh taking off from the Bell Tower at age 8, later catching it during his journey through Johto along with two of the three Legendary Beasts.

Having never left the regions of the Far East, Shiranui is excited for seeing the culture of a faraway land whilst also steeling himself for the culture shock he may inevitably feel. As part of his ninja training, his father had told him to expect the unexpected.

[User]
Shiranui tossed his into the air and what emerged was an Electrike. "Electrike, the Lightning Pokémon. Electrike runs faster than the human eye can follow. The friction from running is converted into electricity, which is then stored in this Pokémon's fur." The Electrike crept up on Shiranui while he listened to his Pokédex and zapped him with a small jolt of static electricity.
"You're a playful one, Electrike," commented Shiranui, recalling his new friend.

[Assistant] Liam's new Pikachu just stood there, scratching an itch on top of his head with his tail. Liam recalled the Pikachu. "Lets go check into our room." Liam suggested.

[User] Shiranui nodded and the duo made their way to their room. He pondered what the competition would be like.

[Assistant] Joy gave the boys key cards to enter the room.

[User] Shiranui entered the room and had Yoto rest against a bedside table, reminding the Aegislash to be careful not to cut the carpet. He removed his gear and flopped onto a bed. "What a day," he said to no-one in particular.

[Assistant] Liam dropped his bag in the corner. He flopped onto the other bed. "Man this bed is comfy." Liam said. He figured they could relax here for an hour or two before the rest of the challengers began to show up for the opening ceremonies.

[User] "Mine is too," replied Shiranui, letting his mind drift and remembering the highlights of their travels through Kalos.

[Assistant]
There was a knock on the door. Liam got up to answer the door. There stood Professors Augustine Sycamore and Samuel Oak.
 "Professors, What brings you here?"
 "Well, vee came to watch zee competition. Vee wanted to come to see zee two if you." Sycamore explained.
Oak explained that Professor Sycamore invited him to watch the tournament, in order to see some Kalos Pokemon in battle. When Oak had a proper Segway for it, he recited a haiku.

"The Kalos League like
Hitmonchan and Hitmonlee
Strong trainers compete"

[User] To Professor Sycamore he said, "We'll give you our best performance."

[Assistant]
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"I know you will lad." Oak replied. "Out of curiosity, have you two decided where you will go next?"

[User] "I don't know for sure, but we had thoughts of Hoenn," answered Shiranui, "Liam?"

[Assistant] "Hoenn or Sinnoh." Liam replied. Sycamore looked at his watch. "Look at zee time. Zee opening ceremony and prelim battles we start soon." Oak suggested Liam and Shiranui should go ahead and get down there.

[User] "Will do," Shiranui acknowledged, "Come on, Yoto." The Aegislash took his place on Shiranui's back and Shiranui donned his backpack over Yoto while Yoto covered the backpack with his shield.

[Assistant]
On the way to the gathering, the heroes passed by many kiosks set up by various venders for food and souvenirs. Liam noticed one kiosk was manned by a girl with long magenta hair and a boy with lavender hair of a medium length. They had a Meowth dressed in human clothes with them that was yelling in the human language that they needed more noodles for the customers.
 "Shiranui, look over there." liam said discreetly pointing the kiosk out.

[User] "These are the people that attacked the Lumiose Gym," whispered Shiranui, "When we're not battling, we should keep a close eye on them."

[Assistant] "Agreed." Liam replied. Liam then saw in the distance a Pikachu sitting ontop of someone's head. "I bet that's Ash." Liam reported pointing it out.

[User] Shiranui remembered the time he helped rescue Ash's Pikachu from Team Rocket. "No doubt about that," he agreed, "We can step in to help if his Pikachu gets swiped again."

[Assistant] Soon enough, the Prelim battles began. Liam made it though his prelim battles flawlessly.

[User] As did Shiranui, Honoh and Yoto being formidable powerhouses.

[Assistant]
Ash was talking with Liam between battles and saw a familiar face. He told Liam his name was Tobias, and that he met them in the Sinnoh League. Ash also explained that according to the rumors at the Sinnoh League Lilly of the Valley Confrence was that Tobias won every gym battle using only one Pokémon, and that during the conference, there was only one battle where he had to use a second Pokémon. So far in this tournament, those rumors persisted. The Prelims came to an end, The prelims was sixteen brackets of trainers, the top two of which moved on. In the first round, each trainer was permitted the use of two Pokemon. Liam had done research on his opponent's prelim battles, as well as his battles in the Sinnoh League tournament Ash mentioned. He found that Ash was that one trainer who made Tobias use his second Pokémon, and it took all six of his Pokemon to accomplish it. Liam had to bring his A game to the first fight.

 1 RP 17 RP
 2 Ash Ketchum 18 RP
 3 RP 19 Liam Coleman
 4 RP 20 Tobias
 5 RP 21 RP
 6 Tierno 22 RP
 7 RP 23 RP
 8 RP 24 RP
 9 RP 25 Trevor
10 RP 26 RP
11 RP 27 RP
12 RP 28 RP
13 RP 29 RP
14 Shiranui Tsukiko 30 RP
15 RP 31 RP
16 RP 32 RP

* Ash defeated his first opponent's Lucario and Swilrix using Pikachu and Muk
* Tierno used Raichu and Blastoise to defeat Chestnaught and Talonflame

1 RP   17 RP
 2 Ash Ketchum 18 RP
 3 RP 19 Liam Coleman
 4 RP 20 Tobias
 5 RP   21 RP
 6 Tierno 22 RP
 7 RP 23 RP
 8 RP  24 RP
 9 RP  25 Trevor
10 RP 26 RP
11 RP 27 RP
12 RP  28 RP
13 RP 29 RP
14 Shiranui Tsukiko 30 RP
15 RP 31 RP
16 RP 32 RP

[User] Shiranui defeated his opponent's Nidoqueen with Higitsune and Honoh floored an Exeggutor with one Acrobatics.

[Assistant]
1 RP   17 RP
 2 Ash Ketchum 18 RP
 3 RP 19 Liam Coleman
 4 RP 20 Tobias
 5 RP   21 RP
 6 Tierno 22 RP
 7 RP 23 RP
 8 RP  24 RP
 9 RP  25 Trevor
10 RP 26 RP
11 RP 27 RP
12 RP  28 RP
13 RP  29 RP
14 Shiranui Tsukiko 30 RP
15 RP 31 RP
16 RP  32 RP

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It was now time for Liam to face Tobias. Liam was wearing his new scarf. Tobias sent out Darkrai.
"Darkrai, the Pitch Black Pokémon. It chases people and Pokémon from its territory by causing them to experience deep, nightmarish slumbers. It can lull people to sleep and make them dream. It is active during nights of the new moon."

Liam pulled out a Master Ball. "Go!" Mew emerged from the ball. The cheering audience became silenced at th sight of not one, but two legendary Pokémon. The commentator talked about how Liam was at a type disadvantage, but especially with legendary Pokémon, that may not mean much.
 'Mew! Worry Seed!" Liam order the moment the battle began. Darkroom's ability became Insomnia, and Darkrai used Dark Void. Mew managed to evade it Matrix-style. Liam side stepped to avoid being hit by it himself. It hit the Meowth from Team Rocket that was in the stands selling concessions.
 "Skill Swap!" Liam called. Mew took the Insomnia from Darkrai and gave it Synchronize.
 "Dark Pulse." Tobias called.
 "Aura Sphere!" Liam called. The attacks collided in mid air. Aura Sphere overpowered Dark Pulse and rocketed toward Darkrai. Darkrai was hit in an explosion.
"Torment." Tobias called. Darkrai made Mew unable to use the same move twice in a row. "Dazzling Gleam!" Liam called. Darkroom was hit by the other Super Effective move.
 "Shadow Ball." Tobias called.
 "Focus Blast!" Liam called. both moves hit the targets. Both Pokémon were showing fatigue.
 "Recover." Liam called.
 "Disable!" Tobias rebutted. Mew healed its wounds and the move was locked immediately after. Mew was now healthy again and Darkrai was at the end of its rope.
 "Metronome!" Liam called. Mew began waving its hands back and forth. The tips of its hands began to glow white. Power up Punch turned into Charge Beam. The move finished Darkrai and upped Mew's Sp Atk.
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Tobias now sent out Latias.
 "Latias, the Eon Pokémon. Latias is highly intelligent and capable of understanding human speech. It is covered with a glass-like down. The Pokémon enfolds its body with its down and refracts light to alter its appearance. Latias is highly sensitive to the emotions of people. If it senses any hostility, this Pokémon ruffles the feathers all over its body and cries shrilly to intimidate the foe."

"Baton Pass!" Liam called. Energy the acquainted to any and all modifications to Mew's stats was manifested and Mew retreated to its Master Ball. Liam then tossed out another ball and Sylveon emerged, grabbing the baton with one of her ribbons, gaining the modifications.
 "Moonblast!" Liam called. The beam of pink light hit Latias was hit. "Steel Wing." Tobias ordered.
 "Protect" Sylveon crossed her ribbons in front of her face and a green shield appeared blocking the attack. Tobias ordered Latias to use Psychic. The move hit Sylveon. "Dazzling Gleam!" Liam called. Latias took significant damage from the blow.
"Steel Wing!" Tobias called. This time the move hit Sylveon, dealing a great amount of damage.
 "Draining Kiss!" Liam called. Sylveon leapt up and wrapped her ribbons around Latias' neck and sucked energy from the Legendary Pokémon. This made Latias crash into the stadium ground. Sylveon leapt from the dust cloud and back in front of her trainer. Latias got back up, but was worn out.
 "Heal Pulse."
 "Moon Blast!" Sylveon used her attack quickly and was able to hit Latias on time. Latias was KO'd and Liam won.

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Trevor used Pyroar and Crobat and to defeat his opponent's Bellossom and Binacle

 1 RP   17 RP
 2 Ash Ketchum 18 RP
 3 RP 19 Liam Coleman
 4 RP 20 Tobias
 5 RP   21 RP
 6 Tierno 22 RP
 7 RP 23 RP
 8 RP  24 RP
 9 RP  25 Trevor
10 RP 26 RP
11 RP  27 RP
12 RP  28 RP
13 RP  29 RP
14 Shiranui Tsukiko 30 RP
15 RP 31 RP
16 RP  32 RP

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For a twist, the top 16 were shuffled:

1 Ash Ketchum 3 Liam Coleman 5 Trevor 7 RP 9 Tierno 11 RP 13 RP 15 Shiranui Tsukiko
2 RP 4 RP 6 RP 8 RP 10 RP 12 RP 14 RP 16 RP

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Ash bested his opponent using Pikachu, Greninja, and Halucha. Liam beat his using Scarlet the Delphox, Jiriaya the Greninja, and Ohm the Jolteon, Trevor used Meganium, Arcanine, and Pidgeot to beat hit opponent. Tierno used Hitmontop, Ludicolo, and Politoed to win his battle.

1 Ash Ketchum 3 Liam Coleman 5 Trevor 7 RP 9 Tierno 11 RP 13 RP 15 Shiranui Tsukiko
2 RP  4 RP 6 RP  8 RP 10 RP 12 RP 14 RP 16 RP

[User] Shiranui defeated his opponent with Hana the Florges, Sunawani the Krookodile and Yoto the Aegislash. He congratulated Liam on his win against Tobias.


[System]
AGE
19

GENDER
Female

BIRTH-DATE / LOCATION
31-03-1930 - Tomsk, USSR

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APPEARANCE
Milena is roughly 5'7, weighing in at exactly 129 pounds. She has brown hair and eyes, although she has partial heterochromia in her left eye, therefore a small portion is green as well. Milena has some generic scars throughout her body from childhood, but none of them are overly distinct. She has a couple of piercings on her ears and is always wearing a locket necklace her mother left for her as a good luck charm.

PERSONALITY
Milena is a gentle, caring spirit. Despite her young age, she's seen her fair share of medical horrors, thus she slowly began to rely on comedic relief to counteract the harsh realities of life. But her main personality traits don't entirely define her as a soldier neither in nor out of the battlefield. She is wise enough to separate her duties and responsibilities from her own personal life, and she has clear boundaries between work and play.

RELATIONSHIPS
To be determined.

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CLASSIFICATION
Combat medic. Weapons included are the standard issue AVS-36 rifle and the TT-32 sidearm. Additionally, she carries a first-aid kit designed specifically for combat injuries.

EXPERIMENTAL GEAR
The Gatling Wrist Gun is, for the sake convenience, a partially handsfree revolver-styled weapon designed to fire from the wrist. The sturdy leather brace and its attachments absorb most of the recoil of the gun when it's fired. Instead of a traditional loading method, the cylinder is pulled out all the way in order for the bullets to be inserted. Once that's done, the cylinder is pushed back, twisting it to make sure it's locked in place. The hammer on this weapon is designed to act as the trigger, thus the user will still need a free hand. With that said, the disadvantage to this weapon revolves around the fact that the hammer doesn't have its own version of a trigger guard, therefore if it gets caught on something and enough pressure is applied, it will result in an accidental fire. Currently, this version of the gun is able to hold a maximum of eight bullets.

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BACKGROUND
Milena's childhood was slightly complicated. Her mother passed away while giving birth to her, therefore she grew up with just her father, Dmitry. He was stern, but loving; such balance making life a little less troublesome for Milena as she was constantly learning valuable life lessons at a relatively young age. Dmitry also passed on a great deal of knowledge to Milena as she grew older, anything from hunting and survival skills to dressing a bullet wound. He was a doctor, one of a few within their town, and the idea of going into the medical field appealed to Milena more and more as the days went by. Eventually, that's what Milena decided on when she was old enough, and her father was extremely proud of her for chasing her dreams despite the challenges she would face..

On the evening of Milena's 15th birthday, they had a small gathering with her father and two of her closest friends. They were home just enjoying a simple celebratory meal when a gang of 3 men burst in through the front door. Milena and her friends immediately fled to the bedroom the moment Dmitry ordered them to do so. They rushed in and locked the door behind them, and despite all the adrenaline coursing through their bodies, the three girls stayed silent as their ears remained glued to the door. There was incomprehensible arguing, some things being thrown around, and eventually, a single gunshot. That's when Milena couldn't hide anymore. She unlocked the door despite her friends pleading her to do otherwise, and she rushed to the living room only to find her father's lifeless corpse. Her friends followed her outside just a few moments after the fact, and they were met with a hysterical Milena who was holding her dead father in her arms. The intruders were long gone, realizing that the neighbors would hear the gunshot and would obviously go investigate the noise.

From that moment on, Milena lived alone and learned to fend for herself. Even though there was great sorrow in her heart, she didn't use her emotions as an excuse to deviate from her goals. Roughly two and a half years passed before she decided to join the armed forces...mainly to continue learning about the medical field, but in a way, to also avenge her father by going after the men whose hearts remained as dark as those that belonged to the intruders responsible for her father's death.

EXPERIENCE
Basic training
Medic school
One year field experience

FAMILY
Dmitry Kuznetsov: deceased
Nadia Kuznetsov: deceased

THEME SONG

[User]
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"Yeah, I am Vietnamese. It really is good weather. At least for us." Thanh smiled as he was recognized pretty easily. Probably due to him speaking his mother tongue before he spoke normally with her. Usually, someone with no prior interaction with people like him would mistaken him for being Chinese. Sometimes, even people who had interacted would still mistaken. A thousand years under their rules and occupation, the gene pools were somewhat a little messed up. Still, they were now their allies, and that was what matters at the moment.

Katrina introduced himself as he noticed her dirty little hand, followed by a rather pretty intriguing explanation. Interesting. An artist? She may look a little hesitant on the shake. But for someone who had worked on a farm so commonly like Thanh, a bit of charcoal is a lot better than mud. "Don't worry about it. I'm too used to the dirt already." He met her hand with a firm shake, strong, for someone who farmed a lot, but not crushing. "I'm Thanh. Pham Van Thanh. You can pronounce it however you want. I don't mind." For a non-Vietnamese, it is really easy to fuck up the pronunciation. Teaching them how to pronounce correctly would be a full-time job, so he'd accept whatever they called him. As long as they were genuine and respectful, he was ok with it.

"You mentioned that you draw earlier? Are you an artist?" Thanh pushed his pith helmet up a little as he asked. "You do remind me of a lady in my village back then. She also likes drawing and sometimes would sketch the sceneries. A nice girl." He nodded in reminisces. "Anyway, where do you come from, Katrina?"

[Assistant]
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Katrina wasn't too surprised to see a Vietnamese soldier in this small elite group, she had fought through Vietnam along side them and have seen their worth as fighters. When Thanh smiled it made her day, she hadn't seen anyone smile for the whole time she's been out of the train, mostly it was just Europeans complaining about the heat of the tropics. When Thanh shook her hand and said, "Don't worry about it. I'm too used to the dirt already." she let out a deep sigh of relief. She had thought she made a bad impression by having such dirty hands, but it seems she needn't have worried. Promptly after he shook her hand with a firm, confident grip he introduced himself, "I'm Thanh. Pham Van Thanh. You can pronounce it however you want. I don't mind." She was at first confused by that statement, after a while in Vietnam, she learned to pronounce the names with some degree of accuracy.

She continued to admire the view and observe the little bubbles of interaction happening all around them, the scenic view was only hampered by one thing – the yells of men and the smell of war all around her. It was then that Thanh spoke to her, asking her about a few things and even reminiscing a little about his village.

"You mentioned that you draw earlier? Are you an artist? You do remind me of a lady in my village back then. She also likes drawing and sometimes would sketch the sceneries. A nice girl." He seemed to pause just for a moment, perhaps admiring a fleeting memory, a small moment passed until finally he realized he was was nodding off, he shook himself back to his senses to ask one last question, "Anyway, where do you come from, Katrina?"

She shuffled in her boots a little, no one had thought to ask her about her being an artist, she promptly answered each question with a small smile. "I wanted to be an artist before the war, I was suppose to be enrolled into an art school..." she paused for a moment as she looked for the right words to say, "Then the Japanese attacked my homeland – the Philippines and I lost my father in the battle of Manila. I was only fifteen when they attacked..." Her smile turned bitter, as she attempted to keep herself together, "I promised that I'd return to my country to free it one day… I intend to keep that promise, what about you Thanh? Do you have a personal promise to fulfill?" She said his name with near perfect pronunciation, months of fighting alongside the Vietnamese have given her at least that and a very small vocabulary of Vietnamese.

[User]
Victor Asimov

Such a strange place. Most of the inscriptions or details about the jungle and its local flora and fauna seemed rather close to spot on. The young man could only guess whether his survival skills would hold up here or if the tactics he would use to hunt game back in the evergreen forests of home would prove useful here. He was sure he would have to adapt as any good soldier would when working in this theater of war. Adapt and overcome would be what his former squad leader would say. We are Russian after all maybe a little crazy is what is needed of us.

"This place is something else."

His thoughts were interrupted when someone approached and spoke out to him. Being utterly surprised while being forced from his day dreaming. Victor seemed to flinch and instinctively back away from this new man, assuming a defensive position for a moment before relaxing, "S-sorry. I uh I guess I'm still a little jumpy." Victor stood straight and lowered his fists opting to bring his hands together nervously.

Taking a moment to breathe and regain his composure Victor couldn't help but smile. It was something he did when he was nervous or was in trouble and normally didn't help things much when you smiled at someone who was scolding you. "Sorry about that" he said as he took the other man's hand.

"I didn't know the world could be so vibrant!" He brought a hand forward, offering it to the stranger. "I am Yosef. It is good to meet you."

The other man spoke, he was taller than average but still shorter than the blond. They shared similar body types with this man's skin being a few shades darker than his own. His hair was also a bit darker with a little facial hair. "Victor Asimov. And yeah it definitely will take some getting used to especially if we are going to be fighting in it." He trailed off as he let the man's hand go.

Sighing and looking around he bit his lip while staring off at the others, "I think I might be the youngest one here. I'm also unsure of why they would want to send someone straight out of boot camp on a near suicide mission…" he trailed off for a moment. "But I guess it's better than the trenches at Moscow." Victor wasn't sure what he felt about this. He always had this lingering feeling that his father pulled some sort of strings, but he wasn't entirely sure either.

The boy did see a younger girl nearby that seemed to be either bored or daydreaming like he was earlier. Everyone here was recruited to be in this squad 914 so very soon they would all be family. Best to get introductions out of the way now then have to do it under more stressful conditions. "Hey Ma'am" he said to her, still in a very formal way from his time at boot camp. She was close enough that he didn't have to yell, "You're always welcome to join in on our conversation. I um, I might be a bit awkward but I don't think the two of us are unapproachable." He was wondering what kind of roles or background these two had. Mostly so he knew who his likely battle buddy was.

[Assistant]
A number of conversations had slowly started to take place around her. Milena heard just a handful of voices, and she could have sworn she also heard a few foreign words being exchanged from somewhere behind her, although it came as no surprise given the diversity of the various backgrounds from the people that were currently present.

"Hey Ma'am," Milena turned her head, seeing one of the young men addressing her out of the blue. He invited her to join the conversation he himself was having with someone else. Milena smiled at his subsequent comment, noting that even though she had some height to her for a female, it didn't come anywhere near as close to his. Unapproachable? No, far from it. Intimidating? Possibly, but then again, she wasn't his enemy so she didn't have to worry about that.

"Please, call me Milena," she smiled, reaching out a hand as she spoke, "I'd rather you save such pleasantries to address the elderly, not a young woman such as myself." Milena then turned to the quiet man standing off to the side. "How do you do," she greeted him with the same warm smile, noticing his complexion was a few shades darker than hers. She took a moment to guess where he could be from, but that proved to be a losing match for her almost immediately. A number of nationalities were currently present at the moment, just waiting outside of the train before it was ready to be boarded again. One would have to be extremely patient to play that guessing game.

"If I may, how's your head?" Milena had suddenly remembered the blond's earlier blunder. She motioned for him to bend his knees to she could take a better look. "Don't worry, I'm a medic, I know what I'm doing."

Milena wasn't exactly sure why she felt the need to validate herself, but nonetheless, it always helped when the person who was under her care trusted her to do her job.