[System]
Age: 25

Gender: Male

Mother: Fay

Preferred Minions: None

Compatibility: If towards the same goal, well.

Weapon: Sword

Spells: Dark Flare (short burst explosion of black flames) Dark Wall (bubble of darkness) Dark Enchantment (bends target to his will) Dark Heart (increases strength and speed as well as special abilities)

Worshipers: Elves

[User] Oya rolled her eyes at her brother then looked at Pix. "So your just going to stand there lazily? Let your siblings do all the grunt work? Doesn't that eventually get boring?" Then summoned her browns who had a bird skull for helmets as to tell them apart. Oya grabbed her sword, and with a flick of her wrist the wall was sliced, and the Browns pushed it over creating a bridge. She walked over it sheathing her sword on her back again. Oya's browns followed her happily, and any that ran ahead getting in her way were kicked out of the way, either into the brush or a tree. My siblings are ridiculous, but I love them all the same. I just wish we'd get along easier, if we did we would be unstoppable. Control more power than any of our predecessors before us. Yet they're so focused on one upping eachother or being the overlord in charge. When a partnership would work so much better as we all bring different things to the table. Soon Oya came to a stop hearing someone following behind her.

[Assistant] Draxus scanned the area with a frown. He lifted his left hand, summoning his 5 Browns. Upon seeing the wall, which one of his siblings had already knocked over, he sighed. With that path open, he glanced of his shoulder, "If anyone wishes to follow, you're free to do so." He stomped down the path with his sword drawn, unsure of what lay ahead.

[User]
Soulless watched as a few of his siblings went about their different paths but for the time being Soulless decided to just follow his big sister Oya. Soulless called up his 5 minions from the gate and his were painted green, although they went crazy with their paint either it being on their face chest or back the paint was the main way to identify that they were his. Soulless took his browns and followed his big sister listening to the last part of her little speech  As long as we find the greens and I get to torture a few worshippers once and a while I have no problem working with you sis. Soulless said patting his big sisters shoulder pad to emphasis that point and he stood next to her his browns soon falling in rank with hers.

Honestly Oya was Soulless's blood siblings from the same mother so he knew her the most and as long as Soulless didn't stab her in the back she wouldn't try the same. After all Soulless was the runt of the litter so to speak but his big sister took better care of him then his own mother after all. Soulless put his mace behind his head and motioned for her to take lead since she chose this path first...

[Assistant]
Pix gave an amused look at Oya, the small smile on her face managing to convey the smugness of her expression.

"Oh, but dear sister, you are all so eager to take charge and do such tasks yourselves." The reply came with a tilt of her helmeted head, as she continued with a tone of fake curiosity. "Surely my dear siblings can handle some rocks and sheep on their own without needing help?"

Turning her attention to the now opened paths, the blue-skinned redhead hummed to herself in thought as she pondered which way she wished to go. With a casual wave of her hand, five Browns sprang from the Minion summoning pit as she passed. Stepping up next to Luna as her sister's minions set to work moving the small pillar, she kept her tiny entourage gathered in front of her.

"I wonder what the farmers have to say for themselves, don't you?" The question was asked without expecting a verbal response, though she did bother to turn her gaze towards Luna in order to see if a physical one would follow.

[User] Don't worry little brother we'll find your greens. Plus I'm rather interested in finding and punishing the disobedient little slaves that stole from us. Yet I know most of them would be too stupid to not have a leader. So I am especially excited to flay the flesh off of their bodies, and inflicting other draconian methods of torture. I'd find that a rather therapeutic experience. Then pat her little brother on the head. She practically raised Soulless. While their actual mother was more focused on her wants, and desires than her own children. Oya didn't really like Juno, but appreciated that shed given her life, and her siblings. Even if she were evil she loved her siblings. But, she wasn't stupid if they betrayed her she would change from siblings to enemies. Ones she'd not rest till they were ground into fine powder, and scattered to the winds to never come together again. Come on let's go see what this path has to offer. Who knows maybe we just might find the green hive going this way. Then turned to start walking again.

[Assistant]
Luna looked at Pix with a raised eyebrow. She rolled her eyes with a quick shrug, watching her minions move the pillar piece. She eyed her sister's weapon with a smile, stepping forward once the pillar piece was out of the way and her browns back at her side.

Despite the fact they had the same father, Luna had always thought both Pix and Oya to be rather attractive. She tried not to show it, though she knew she left clues for anyone who was observant enough to see them.

Down the path ahead of them was a small, burning farm house, obviously built for humans. However, halflings ran from the building, the last one burning and falling in front of them. Seeing the large beings in armor, the remaining three ran behind the building, continuing down the path.

Luna ran after him, her minions fast behind her. She cast a quick fireball at one, knocking them over for her minions to massacre. The other 2 ran faster.

Down the path behind the wall was a small hill. From atop the hill, Oya, Soulless and Draxus could see a spellstone on an island in the river, a minion totem surrounded by small trees, ones that would be easily burned by reds, and a set of health and mana fountains, neither of which Draxus would need at the moment. Farther down the path, half-hidden in a wheat field, was a mana stone that would increase the magic of all 8 siblings.

[User] personally I prefer to make them swallow one of elixirs and watching then gag and choke before their body turns inside out. It's music to my ears soulless said with a grin as he followed his big sister his browns sticking in rank with hers until he noticed something glimmering in the wheat field and found a spell stone ahead.  looks like we found out first treasure soulless said as he pointed and his minions went over to pick up the spell stone

[Assistant]
"Fear not dearest sister. I'm sure that there is more than meets the eye here. The attack was too well organised to be a random act of insubordination. There must be some puppet master pulling the strings." Avalon explained, his voice calm and calculated; almost with a hint on admiration.

After he finished, he moved towards the minion tunnel. Calling forth five brown minions, their vains coursing with magical energy.

[User]
After I've had my fun you can finish them off with your poisons promise. Oya saw they couldn't get to the totem on the island or the one behind the trees. At least not till they found the reds and blues. Yet saw the path kept going so followed it to the end. To be rewarded by a mana totem that was half hidden in the wheat. She could see it by the faintly glowing blue column of light. She sent her browns with Soulless' own to help carry it faster.
Alright well that's this path. Let's head to the portal, and pick a new path.  She followed the minions back to the portal, and looked around than saw the narrow path behind the spire, and went that way. Seeing as with Soulless they could move the trio of pillars. Let's check out this path and bring back any treasures we can get.

[Assistant] Soulless grinned as the minions went to the portal and put down the spell totem, soulless felt his magical prowess increase already.  right behind you sis  soulless said but this time he took point with guys browns and went down the path with the pillars. Seeing as how he was with his sister and her 5 browns soulless knew they could have them move the pillars together as he sent in his 5 waiting for his sister to do the same so the minions could clear the path...

[User]
Oya sent all her minions to join Soulless', and watched the little b lighters move the pillars one after the other. Then walked behind her brother down the path they'd unlocked.
So how has your apothecary been coming along? Only focusing on poisons still? I'm curious because I want to help ensure you've got any tools you want to cover any potions or concoctions. You know as to heal some of your siblings that aren't as lucky to be immune to poisons as you.

[Assistant] Wolfram had become distracted by the feeling of displacement inherent to teleporting... He had always felt sick after such magical transportation. He didn't know why. by the time he got his bearings, his siblings had already walked off elsewhere. He surveyed the area as he called forth his own allotment of browns. Deciding upon the path of least resistance, he followed the plumes of smoke that indicated burning buildings... and hopefully some fighting.

[User] Poison is my only focus because unfortunately I only have the materials to make poisons. Our bodies are much stronger then any of the sheep we call followers. If I had better equipment and if I can have access to some top notch healing herbs I could easily make potions to heal us, I might even make potions to better ourselves but again without the proper equipment and ingredients im stuck with poisons Soulless explained. Its true after all since they were sons and daughters of the overlord their bodies had a unique body chemistry like Soulless' own immunity to poisons for example. Their bodies would need concentrations and ingredients that would kill a normal follow from the dosage alone for it to have any effect on them. Soulless felt that he was smart compared to his other siblings at least in terms of apothecary to know what will help us and kill us. Once the minions opened the path he went down it with his sister to see what could be waiting for them...

[Assistant] Draxus eyed each of the items they passed with a frown. One was blocked by water, the other by wood. With Oya and Soulless grabbing the spell stone, Draxus continued on. He had figured where there was wheat growing, there had to be a farm nearby. From over the trees, he could see smoke. He continued down the path past the wheat field, using his Dark Flare spell to set the wheat field aflame.

[User]
@KazeXDZ
 Okay than I'll make it a priority of mine to spend what gold I get to upgrade you apothecary. So you can make us all sorts of potions, and poisons.
Oya seeing the path with the three pillars was impossible to pass. She turned to her brother, and motioned for him to follow. She went back down the path they'd come from moving a bit faster than a walk, but wasn't quite a run. As she wanted to meet back up with Draxus. Seeing the wheat field on fire she sighed in annoyance.
I'm gonna kill Draxus for blocking my path. The little prick should've known not to set the damn field on fire.
After a while the field was out, and she ran through the burnt field. When she got to Draxus she set an hand on his head. But, didn't do anything to him so walked past him. After waiting for the field to go out she figured he just wasn't thinking in the slightest. So didn't mean to block her on purpose.

[Assistant] Soulless smiled at the prospect of making new potions and poisons  its appreciated sister Soulless said as he followed her and sighed when the wheat field was on fire, no doubt Draxus was the cause. So soulless was a little surprised when she didn't punch him for blocking the path. Right now Soulless was following her and just wanted to kill something soon, his mace was getting hungry for blood...

[User]
@Gilgex@KazeXDZ

Beyond the wheat field, the three of them would find 3 splitting paths. To the right, the entrance to a dark forest was overrun by vines just out of sight of where they stood. The reds would be needed here. To their left, they could see halflings running with fireballs flying past them. It was obvious Luna needed to work on her aim. In front of them, the path went for a while but would eventually lead to a halfling dwelling.

@Natsucooldude@Legion-114

As they continued chasing the halflings, they came to a lifted drawbridge. "Oy! Lookie 'ere! We got some people chasing off the 'alflings!" The voice came from atop the wall. Beside the man, another man slid into view. "Yeah, kill them all!" "Kill them all and we'll le' you in our village." the first man said, smiling. "The 'alflings are 'aving a li'le par'y down the way." He said, pointing out towards the trees. "Bu' they also go' some of our men and women 'eld cap'ive a ways o'er there." He continued, pointing farther down the path.

[Assistant]
Wolfram listened to the peasants rambling anf thought for a moment. He wasn't interested in the slightest at being perceived as a hero, even by accident. He decided to simply go off and crush the halflings in the woods. "I'll go crash the party." He grumbled as he lumbered off between the trees.

It wasn't long before he came upon the despicable little runts. Gorging themselves on food and ale, didn't they know their place? Wolfram directed his minions to form a rank before him, as powerful as he was, he was also simply too important to just fight on the front line like a lowly footsoldier.

[User] Draxus would continue straight, following the path towards the half long dwelling. Upon seeing the small, fat beings, he would smile with a small chuckle before decapitating the nearest one. While many of them ran, some would turn to attack, most of them being killed swiftly by either him or his minions.


[System]
Age:27

Gender:Female

Bio:Jess was a simple girl before the war broke out, living in Russelville, Alabama; learning at a young age how to live in the woods by herself and hunt the war took both her brothers and sickness her parents leaving her to strike out across the fallen country alone. Lily decided to travel out across the nation, taking an old west moniker for herself brashly displaying her silver plated revolvers anywhere she went; more oft than not getting herself into tricky spots forcing her to become quite a good improvisor. Escaping a hanging, two different imprisonments and several tight relationships, truly thriving in the anarchy that consumed most of the world; becoming quite a self-serving individual in response to the horrors.

Personality:Suave,self-interested,independent,freedom loving

Gear: What you travel with. I'd like it to be set up like this:
-Weapon 1:1840 Navy Colt .44 cal silver plated
-Weapon 2:1851 Griswold .45 cal silver plated revolver
-Weapon 3:Winchester 1894 .30-.30 cal
-Weapon 4:12 inch combat knife, single edge serrated back.

-Clothing:
-Steel toed leather boots
-Worn blue jeans
-button up white shirt

-Items:
-Field medic kit (sewing thread and needle, bandages, one morphine shot, medical saw.)
-

Role:Survivor, degenerate, gunslinger, robber, general chaotic neutral.

Bio is short but i plan to reveal more of her past through the roleplay, story telling style.

[User] Jake nodded and pointed to the road in front of him. "Alright. Tomorrow, we should push forward. There's a military base a few miles out, but we shouldn't try anything unless we're either sure no one in there or have enough firepower to take out any hostiles inside. Sound good?" He asked his group. He wasn't used to having the role as a "leader", if he was even considered a leader to them. He looked around at the group, trying to get a consensus on what everybody wanted to do. "Anybody else have another idea?"

[Assistant] Celty looked up and nodded. "Sounds like the best option we got. A base mean shelter from storms like this and perhaps emergency supplies." She felt stupid for not thinking that in the first place, but was happy he brought it up. Better chance of survival there, and no climbing trees. "Beats sleeping in trees, that's for sure." Celty added, hoping to give a little comic relief.

[User]
Elsewhere...

Dawn was coming, but the men were already awake and moving. Provisions were stowed, rifles were primed, slaves dragged from their ragged beds. The Blood Army unit were preparing to move out.
Looking out over the suburbs with his powerful binoculars, from his elevated vantage point, was a hulking goliath of a man. Close to seven feet tall and thickly muscled, he almost looked as though he shouldn't exist. He had a closely shaved buzzcut, thick stubble and scars running up and down his arms and presumably on other parts of his body. His eyes were like needles, sharp and piercing, and they perfectly complimented his perpetual scowl.
One of the men approached him.
"Colonel Vex, sir! Scouting team 3 have failed to report back in."
Colonel Elias Vex said nothing, just grunted as he continued to scan the suburbs below. The soldier said nothing, grew increasingly uncomfortable. After a long silence, he carried on.
"Scout team 1 returned from...from the explosion site across town. There were only a handful of survivors. They reported seeing at least four individuals. One with an assault rifle, a female, a sniper and...and a man with a bandaged face."
Vex lowered his binoculars and turned to the soldier, a vicious grin crossed his face. They had been searching for that deserting bastard for a long time.
"What became of the survivors?"
"They were taken care of, sir. They were not fit for continued duty."
Vex returned to his gazing, "Good."

************

Quinn awoke at the first rays of light. It had not been a restful sleep, and he felt stiff and sore, inside and out. The events of the night before flashed through his mind like bolts of lightning and he felt his guts tighten and twist.
That had done nothing else but complicate things, and remind Quinn just how fucked he really was. He got to his feet and went for his canteen of water.
It tasted brackish, but it was cool and it restored a little bit of vigor to him. Today was a new day, full of uncertainty and the potential for death. Only now it could come as a knife to the back or a bullet between the eyes.

[Assistant]
Celty opened an eye at the sound of movement, her hand firmly grasping her pocket knife. If the hell of the night before were to continue, she would at least be prepared. Sleeping in trees was actually more comfortable then leaning against a wall. Her back was stiff and ached. Seeing the movement was only Quinn, she opened both her eyes and stretched slightly, hoping to relieve some of the tension in her back.

"Morning, get any sleep?" Celty asked in a low voice not to wake the others who were still sleeping. She didn't like making enemies so she shot him a slight smile. "You're up pretty early. Always up before everyone else?" she added as she stood and stretched again. Her back popped and she sighed with relief. "Have to admit, tree was a bit more welcoming."

[User]
Quinn turned around to Celty. Her and Quinn had not had the chance for proper introductions, but he had a strong gut feeling that she had learnt enough about him.
Her attempt at conversation was appreciated, though he could tell how awkward and forced it was. Was she frightened of him? It was wise to treat anyone you met with a healthy dose of caution, but she had gotten a very quick and sudden trip through the looking glass when it came to the scarred man before her. It could very well be that one of those bullets in her rifle had his named on it.
For now at least, she was being civil and treating him like a human being, even if it was for the sake of her own hide.

Quinn nodded at her, keeping his face as neutral as possible.
"Always been an early riser. Guess I've just been that way all my life."
A flash of memory crossed his mind right then, of two little girls laughing and giggling as pancakes cooked in a frying pan, lovingly made by the most beautiful woman in the world. Fresh ground coffee, golden brown toast and a smile on every face.
Audrey...
Vanessa...
Simone...

Wife...
Children...
Family...

He suddenly realized how deep his frown had gotten and the silence he'd left hanging in the air and willed those hazy, blurred memories away. Too much pain, too much shame. They were never coming back, and he was never going to see them again.
Quinn desperately hoped Jake would wake up soon.
He wanted to go away from this moment, but he knew he'd just cause undue panic if he went on his own.

[Assistant]
Jake woke up a little bit later, obviously having an uncomfortable slumber. He stood up and stretched, walking to where he heard Quinn and Celty talking.

"Good morning." He said groggily. Jake looked like it was hard to move, almost like he was hurt. In reality, he was sore, never having to run as much as he did yesterday. He was visibly dirty, dirt and dust collected on his gritty face. He had stubble growing in and looked rough. He leaned on a wall, clearing his throat as he looked at the two.

"Making friends, Quinn?" He asked in a joking tone, wanting to lighten the mood from the heat from last night. He was still internally conflicted, not knowing if keeping Quinn around was truly a good idea. He knew the group needed the manpower, but were Alyssa's emotions and her psyche more important than combat strength? He couldn't really make up his mind.

[User]
Despite himself, he managed the shadow of a smile, which he immediately hid by bowing his head.
"I could use one or two, I guess. Not as badly as I need to piss."
He felt very small and childish for having to ask, but it was easier for everybody than the alternative. From now until the unforeseeable future he was essentially a prisoner.
Can't risk letting him go, can't risk ignoring his past. He'd put them between a rock and an extremely hard place. The only way out was to prove he was a reformed man or die somewhere along the way.
Such was life.
"Do you mind?" He asked, pointing to the front door.

[Assistant]
Celty smiled and looked over to Jake. "Morning, tough night too? Massages help, but then again there isn't any spas open nowadays." she joked a little. She knew how to give a good massage but didn't want to push her limits of her own trust. Didn't seem like the right time, just yet at least.

When Quinn asked to use the bathroom Celty hid a slight chuckle and sarcastically answered, "No. You have to piss yourself like a POW." she gave him a slight smirk and looked back at Jake. "If we're taking away freedoms, can I claim my right to pee in peace now?" she knew it probably wasn't the best time to joke, but she wanted to lighten up the mood. Making friends with these people may be ccrucial to her survival.

Like always she would keep one eye open at all times, but trust was something they partly earned when they let her in and didn't kill her in her sleep. That she was very greatful for.

[User]
Jake chuckled a bit. "You have no idea how bad I want a massage. And I guess you can have some freedom" He said, joking with Celty on his last sentence. He looked around, noticing how early it was. Jake knew it had to be at least seven or eight o'clock. He then turned to Quinn to answer his question. Jake was a bit confused as to why Quinn felt as if he needed permission to do things. He slowly nodded. "Yeah. Go ahead. No need to ask, man." Jake said with a small smile.

Jake didn't know the full story to Quinn. Did Quinn really do something terrible? He wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt, but everything told so far was slightly disturbing him. Jake was yet again deep in thought before shrugging it off. He then turned to Celty again and smiled.

[Assistant]
Quinn excused himself with a frown, and stepped outside.
The cool morning air was a relief against his musty flesh, and he took a moment to savour it's gentle caress. He slipped his bandage off from around his face and let the breeze loosen up his scars a little. He could almost forget it all here and now, in this fleeting moment of peace.
You had to take them when they came, if you weren't paying attention those moments wouldn't stop and wait for you.
After about thirty seconds, he opened his eyes again and replaced his bandages, before relieving himself and going back inside.

"Sooner we make tracks, the better," he said to Jake, regaining some of yesterday's confidence. He couldn't change the past, but he could damn sure slam his fist down on the future and keep these motley bunch of misfits alive for as long as possible.
If he knew the Blood Army - and he considered himself something of an authority on them - then he knew they'd come looking for their missing scouts soon.
Quinn hoisted his pack onto one shoulder and awaited Jake's response.

[User]
Jess sat on the back of a tall light brown stallion, a thick coil of rope wrapped tightly about her throat; its end secured to a rather thick branch. Three men standing about the tree each armed with guns of their own, along with her silver plated revolvers; her hands bound behind her back by the wrists with rope as well a small two inch knife sliding across the rope slowly cutting into it. Her lips lifted up into an unworried smirk, a fourth unarmed man standing to the left of the large horse had his hands over his head being held at gunpoint by one of the three would be hangers; the leader of the tiny band raising his voice up while staring at Jess.

"You won't be getting away this time, any last words?"

She turned her head squinting softly into the suns setting rays, looking as if she was in deep thought; looking back towards the man to her left then at the leader of the group. Raising her own voice her southern accent obvious and well fitting her appearance, wearing simple steel toed boots, a pair of brown pants, a white button up dotted with muck and a leather sleeveless vest which buttoned in the center.

"Well shit, Jose I never was much of a poet."

The man unamused by her calm demeanor and lack of fear began to count down from three, his unoccupied second raising his hand just over the hind quarters of the horse ready to send it running off and Jess to a short drop and her death, but as soon as he got to three the man with the gun to his head suddenly burst into action. Grasping the barrel of the pistol against his head and twisting it towards the holder, his instinct to pull the trigger leading to his own death; exactly as she managed to slice through her bonds. The man to her left tossing the pistol quickly into her open hand, with a single pull of the trigger the leader of the group hit the ground; his blood spraying from the wound in a light mist. The final captor firing two rounds into Jess' accomplice the stallion bolting from beneath her causing the rope to constrict around her throat, body swinging wide straight into the final man; Jess rapidly wrapped her legs around his upper torso pressing the pistol into his skull and reliving him of his brain.

Her body of course still hung from the tree, dropping the gun and grasping at the extended rope trying to slice through the thick rope with the tiny blade; grunting and kicking her feet around in an attempt to catch the tree trunk, her motions getting slower and slower as her face went red. The knife slipping from her grasp as her arms dropped, head slouching as she lost consciousness; swinging slowly in the breeze before the rope gave way its fibers unable to hold her full weight as she had sliced almost half way through the rope. Jess' body hitting the ground with a solid thud, the noose still coiled around her throat though no longer choking her; her lungs expanding to welcome the air eyes bolting open as she sat up looking around at the bodies around her. Standing slowly, leaning against the tree as she pulled the rope off her neck its tightness having left rope burn all the way around her neck; Lily walked over to the former leader and pulled both her revolvers from his gun belt. The silver plating glinting in the sun as she tucked them under her arms, grasping her Winchester from where it balanced against the tree; sitting down with her back pressed to its thick trunk closing her eyes for a moment the rifle cradled in her arms.


[System]
Hero Name:

The Punisher

Age:

28

Gender:

Female

Family:

Olivia was disowned when she turned 18 and thus does not have a proper family anymore. While they are still in contact with their siblings, Olivia has distanced herself from every facet of her former life.

Jessica Jameson - Sister
John Jameson - Brother

Occupation:

Olivia is currently employed by a local coffee shop and moonlights as a stand-up comedian. While she would love to be full-time with the latter, the insurance offered by the former is too good to pass up.

Appearance:

Olivia has never really stood out in a crowd, standing at a comfortable height of five feet seven inches tall and with a lithe frame hidden beneath layers of clothes. Her hair is an organized mess, and it is always one color or the next and cut short in one area and long in others. She maintains three tattoos, all hidden beneath her sleeves.

While she is new to her super-powered status, Olivia has used her skills with Cosplay to get a rudimentary costume created. At its core, it's a simple combination of clothes that she had bought but never wears. A simple pair of high-waisted black jeans rest overtop of a pair of fashionable, yet durable, boots that make up the base of the ensemble. She wears a tight but thin, black hoody underneath a rose pattern leather jacket that zips up to the midpart of her neck. The hood is always up and hides the face underneath while the bottom of the hoodie is tucked neatly into the pants. She wears a custom-made LED mask on her face with two preset selections for the lights. The first is the one that she likes the most, and it simply illuminates the face with a laughing look. The second option turns that smile right side up and reveals a frown. She calls her current outfit Comedy and Tragedy.

Superpower: Gift of gab

Olivias power stems from her voice. She has not had a lot of time to explore it, but she has learned enough to know the basics of how to use it. Her words can carry suggestions. Some weak, and some much more powerful. These suggestions can compel people to do something that she is thinking of. She can drive someone to adopt an animal from a kill shelter, buy her dinner, and even step in front of traffic if she so desires. While she has not had the amplest time to explore this further, she is confident enough with it.

Her most potent suggestions are moved by her jokes. These jokes are often puns or a simple play on words. The more simple the joke, the more restrained the effects. A simple one can cause even the most seasoned henchmen to groan in disgust, throw up their hands, and walk away from the scene. An elaborate joke, however, can cause henchmen to turn on their leader.

From what she has explored, this power is something that has to be engaged to work. She can have whole conversations with people without compelling someone. As soon as she thinks about the desired outcome, however, the words will affect those targeted by them.

Skills:

Mean cup of joe: As a barista, Olivia is very well versed in making a decent cup of coffee. Whether this is actually making a cup from good beans or not, most of her creations shall be tasty enough.

Jokester: Olivia has always been one who wants to lighten the mood. As such, she is quick with her jokes and even quicker to raise the spirits of her friends.

Invisible to most: As someone who wishes to never be perceived, she has found a way to achieve that by blending in with most crowds. Whether with a simple hat and pair of sunglasses or more, she can make herself invisible.

Personality:

Olivia has experienced her life up to this point as one baptism by fire after the next. From her confusing childhood, self-actualization, disownment by her family to the crushing realization that society as a whole would rather see her as a statistic than being herself, Olivia has seen and overcome all the trauma that has been thrown her way. This has come at a cost. Slow to trust and even slower to embrace strangers as friends, Olivia constantly keeps her distance from others. Olivia often seeks to isolate herself from the world for days on end when her mental health dips.

She does not like to burden others with her burdens. As such, she will almost always pretend to be this happy-go-lucky person. She will wear these mental masks and keep her true self hidden from most, if not all. To her close friends, Olivia will always be their loudest supporter and most fierce protector.

Biography:

Disowned by her family at the age of eighteen, Olivia does not talk about her formative years. Since that date, she has bounced from college to working a dead-end job, back to college, and back to another dead-end job. While Olivia has struggled to keep herself afloat, she has survived and has recently started to thrive. Throughout the years, she has always had a fascination with the heroes of the world, and she wished they could do more than just fight the overt villains.

That was until she discovered her power a week ago. It was a simple night like most others. She was at a friend's house discussing an upcoming stand-up appearance she was going to make. Her friend dangled a carrot for a pun, and Olivia pounced on the easy joke. Yet her voice felt different as she spoke, and it felt more powerful. As the joke left her mouth, her friend's eyes fogged over for a brief second before they returned to normal. Her friend let out the biggest groan Olivia had ever heard, got up, and left their own apartment, all the while muttering about how awful it was. Olivia, of course, followed her friend, trying to calm them down.

After a few minutes, their friends' eyes once again fogged over. As the clarity returned back to their eyes a moment later, they gasped. The panic in their eyes alerted Olivia to the fact that something strange had happened. After a few more mistakes with her power and the realization that she could compel people with her words, Olivia took it upon herself to simply shut up. All of that was the result of a stupid play on words with a specific electric pokemon name. As the days turned into the first week with her power, Olivia realized that she still had much to learn. All the same, she feels an obligation to the world to be one of its new heroes.

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Robin

Robin's mind worked quickly, as the blasts began to form in Thundercloud's hands. A quick glance around demonstrated that Robin was no longer alone. Who were these people? New heroes, hopefully. He hadn't seen them arrive, having been focused on Thundercloud. He took a moment to chastise himself. It would've been bad if one of these people had come to Thundercloud's aid, and here, Robin didn't notice they came. Seeing that the blasts were aimed not just at him, but those around him, Robin immediately threw his talismans at the ground in front of himself and the other people. Where the talismans landed, a flash indicated a barrier, transparent like a window, appeared.

Robin didn't know how strong the blast was, but he didn't think the barriers would last long. As he heard someone shout "I really hope none of you are with him," he immediately turned to pick up the woman behind him (inadvertently, and subconsciously, resorting to a princess carry,) and flew to get out of the way in case the barrier failed. He landed a short distance away, and put the woman back down.

Producing more talismans, Robin returned his gaze to Thundercloud. "You dare mock the sacred incantations of the Onmyouji?!" Robin said, as his attention shifted slightly to the henchmen who were running in after the blast. He decided to focus on the Storm Troopers, knowing that Thundercloud on his own was a match for him at this current time, and possibly the others here. "If you're all here to help, I suggest we try to isolate Thundercloud! He's the biggest threat in every way possible, but I don't think we can easily deal with him if he has backup!"

Robin threw Talismans at the henchmen rushing in, the small bursts from the paper exploding against their body armor. The armor was relatively unscathed, but one of the henchmen wearing it was sent down to the ground. The man was dazed, and would certainly have trouble getting up after feeling what felt like a dropkick to the chest. Robin took off again, holding Talismans in his hands as he floated in the air.

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Nobody

Thundercloud responded to the attack, which seemed to wake him up and get him excited. As he barked orders to his underling, Sarah's avatar peeked around the desk to watch and listen. 'The truck! That must be the getaway vehicle. If I can stop that, Thundercloud's plans are toast.'

She identified the truck as the underling approached it. She crawled out further and began to focus, hoping to make it hers. But her heart stopped as she realized that the big man had also caught a glimpse of her. The two locked eyes for an instant as Thundercloud started charging and firing off his electric blasts. A large one sped towards Nobody, threatening to overwhelm and destroy her.

A "No!" rang out in a scared, girlish voice from the vicinity of the mannequin. Just before she was destroyed, a barrier of light went up and protected her. On impact the shield crackled and eventually shattered in a small explosion.

"Thank… you…" the puppet said in shock. But she came back to and started focusing again. She had been given enough time to work, and she wasn't going to waste it. The mannequin fell limp on the ground.

Across the lobby, a thug had just started the truck and was mashing the gas, but to no avail. "Damn thing doesn't wanna work." The thug leaned out the door and said "Hey boss the truck is acting weird." Just then, the vehicle lurched, knocking him from inside. The door seemed to close on its own. It locked itself and the truck went into reverse, jerking backwards and accelerating unexpectedly. THUMP. THUMP.  Two of the thugs had just been hit and rolled over by the huge machine.

The truck came to a stop, and Sarah threw her new toy into drive. It started moving again, this time back towards the others and the front exit. She hoped she would be able to hit Thundercloud on the way out, but even if she was only able to get the car out of the building, it would ruin the villain's plan.

The truck squealed as it gained speed, it's headlights blaring towards its target: the big man in the grey suit. Sarah thought it was a good move. If he destroyed the truck with a lightning burst, it would have a good chance of destroying the money as well. If he didn't evade well enough, he might be at the mercy of her fellow heroes. ' "Fellow heroes", huh? Sarah liked the sound of that. She might have smiled, if she had a mouth.

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Olivia
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"Did he just," Olivia paused her thought as she floated through the air. "He did; he just picked me up," she continued. As she found her feet on the ground once more, she turned towards the man who had carried her away. "Could you be any more cliche Tuxedo Mask?" She shouted. In her mind, she pushed her power to compel the man to apologize, yet it did not affect him all the same. Twice she had used her powers on those who had one, and twice they had failed.

Olivia knew she had stepped into the unknown when she walked through those doors. Oh, how quickly things have spiraled from there. Her powers don't work on powered individuals, she was princess-carried away from danger, and the villain was much more dangerous than the stories foretold. Was she cut out for this? Could she be a hero? These thoughts clouded her mind again, but she knew she could not dwell on them for long. Once again, she pushed them back and walled them away from her conscious thought. She would deal with them later.

This "Mamoru Chiba" like individual did spur an idea. She did not need to fight Thundercloud herself when she could compel his soldiers to do it for her. In an instant, her feet carried her towards the henchmen who had started to fill the lobby. She did her best to keep out of sight, darting from pillar to pillar. Her mind raced with an idea or two; she needed the perfect joke for this. She watched as the paper talisman impacted the first henchman through the door, forcing him off of his feet.

Olivia stopped a few meters away and came face to face with a pair of Stormtroopers. Her mind blanked for just a second at sight. "So your boss is kinda a big deal round here, eh?" She delivered the joke, using her hands to make the shape of a rather bulky circle around her stomach area. She compelled the two troopers to turn and fight off their comrades. She watched intensely as their eyes fogged over, making them her thrall. "Pun Patrol, you know what to do," she finished her command as she dove for cover behind a pillar.

The two Stormtroopers slowly turned and faced their former comrades. "Is it me, or has the boss been a little rough around the edges today?" The first Stormtrooper asked, rubbing his belly as he did, as he raised his weapon with the other hand, opening fire.

Though usually, the sound of gunfire would be painfully evident, it was matched slightly by the squealing sounds of tires on the tile floor. Olivia turned her head to catch the sight of an unmanned truck barreling its way towards the villain with a thunderous roar.

"What in the ever-loving-" Olivia paused as she pondered if this too was another hero. She had never seen a truck hero before, but who was she to judge that particular power. Her head tilted and a smug grin spread across her face. She turned her attention towards the villain, waiting to see what he would do next.


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Age: 17
Gender: Female
Race: Human

Weapon: Unlike the majority of Hunters that dwell the broken world of Remnant, Gratia wields two, separate and completely distinct weapons due to her poverty, which has prevented her from obtaining more advanced weaponry. She wields a dull, grey mameluke sabre named Valens, furnished simply with the imprint of her emblem on its hilt. It is utilised alongside her other weapon, an automatic carbine named Valentinian, black and silver and also light enough to be used with one hand.

She also owns an SUV that she acquired from a mafia family after a mission.

Specialty: Capable of dealing with enemies both in close combat and mid-range, Gratia's role on Team VGNB (Vignoble) is to draw the attention of Grimm as she cuts swathes through their ranks in her berserk rage. As such, she is quite the durable warrior, and if time passes, she will only grow stronger as her semblance drains away at the energies of her enemies, making her perfect for her position as the 'tank' of the team.

Semblance: Bibere Vinum - Gratia's lust for battle and power is translated into a semblance that allows her to drain the aura of others in the area in order to strengthen her own physical abilities. In particular, her speed, strength, and endurance. The effects compound over time, and thus while they aren't too noticeable in the first few minutes of combat, the longer one fights her and the closer they are in proximity, the stronger Gratia gets.

Following her conversation with her mother on what it meant to be a Huntress and what she meant to those close to her, Gratia's semblance metamorphosed into a new form, gaining an additional ability based upon her existing powers. Her ability to detect and sometimes recognise other lifeforms in the area has become more powerful, allowing her to inject a tiny portion of her own aura into people upon contact, creating a connection between her and her victim that allows her to track and identify them no matter where they go, and will not be broken unless either of them are dead, or if Gratia wishes it to end. It also provides her basic information on the victim's status, such as their health, mood and general condition.

Personality: At first glance, Gratia appears to be quite a solemn figure, impassive and quiet in the majority of situations. Restraint seems to come easily to her, and there is an aura of professionalism that permeates her every action. It would be obvious, then, to assume that she is a rather serious person, one who devotes her very being to work and believes that everything else is a waste of time. In actuality, this is mostly inaccurate. When she speaks it is generally to insult others, particularly her aggravating teammate Napoli, and her speech is peppered with gratuitous swearing.

She is extremely sarcastic and is quick to point out when a situation does not strike her as favourable. She is also rather arrogant and has a haughty sense of pride that dictates her actions. If someone starts annoying her, her impassive aura is quick to drop and Gratia will instead begin with a spewing out insults. However, she is not entirely horrible, being actually fairly kind to those who she deems as respect worthy and more importantly, not annoying. While she is quiet still, she is more than willing to offer them a helping hand on assignments and other problems.

In addition, Gratia possesses a strong sense of loyalty to her loved ones. If you piss her off or take advantage of her friends she will make your life a living hell. Of course, do what you want to her annoying teammates, especially Napoli, she'll only save them at the last minute when they're about to die. And you're not allowed to kill them. She gets to when they screw up.

When in combat, her normally solemn personality completely disappears, replaced by a crazed bloodlust that seems to consume her entire being (and probably those poor Grimm that she'll murder). In this state, it can be quite surprising to listen to her cackle loudly like a hyena as she terrorises her enemies.

Color: Chartreuse Green (66CD00)

Emblem: Gratia's emblem has a certain religious flair to it, with a solid sabre sitting upon a champagne bottle, which is a chartreuse green to contrast the black and grey of the sabre and background.

Appearance:

Source | NarayanK's Interpretation

Standing at a height of one point seven five metres, Gratia is relatively tall for most girls her age, a trait that is magnified by her rock solid posture. With long, flowing brown-black hair, onyx eyes and a well-defined face (though usually seen bland or scowling), and an athletic build, she can be described as rather attractive (though her compatriot-in-arms would argue the opposite), but few dare comment on her appearance in case she takes offence.

Due to her status as a student from Haven, she dons the snazzy uniform of her "beloved" school when attending class, completely unmodified and always super tidy (it comes at a surprise that to many that she is willing to wear the skirt). When outside of class however, she can always be seen with her signature black turtleneck, brown jeans and her green winter coat, which she is highly possessive of (and possibly willing to murder for, though that's a rumour). As a music aficionado, she frequently wears headphones in order to enjoy her smooth jazz and drown out the incessant chatter of her fellows and her teammates in particular.
Name: Galla Mindaro
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Race: Human

Weapon: Steel Construction I-Beam (W18X40)

Specialty: Without needing the use of a semblance, Galla Mindaro possesses a ridiculously immense amount of physical strength, capable of carrying even the heaviest of construction materials with ease. As such, her lightest blows can easily hit as hard as a freight train, sending her targets flying with little effort on her part. Similar to her more infamous older sister, she is incredibly durable, her numerous years of acting as Gratia's training partner having developed her defenses dramatically.

Semblance: Nemo Curat - Galla's apathy and sense of detachment from the world has been translated into a semblance that allows her to essentially detach a part of her own self, preventing it from interacting with the outside world. She can only induce this state in one thing at a time, and if she wishes to stop another part of her self from being observed by reality, she has to first reattach the originally detached part. An example of her semblance in use would be detaching her scent, thereby preventing anybody from smelling her.

Personality: The younger Mindaro sibling possesses a quiet and stoic demeanour, staying impassive in the face of any situation to the extent that one could easily mistake her for a stone statue. Restraint marks her every action, with each lifeless movement utterly lacking in any form of energy or emotion. To Galla, the rest of the world simply isn't important at all, and it is through this lens of utter apathy that she engages with life.

So great is her sense of detachment that absolutely nothing is capable of fazing her. Everything is met with the same bland air, as if there was a distant chasm between her and the rest of the world. She cannot bring herself to care for it, finding little that can stimulate her dulled emotions into responding. At times, it appears as if Galla lacks a presence beyond simply 'existing', seeming more akin to a cardboard cutout than an actual human.

She doesn't see it as a problem in any way.

However, that is not to say that Galla Mindaro is simply an emotionless mannequin that is utterly incapable of being human. The truth is actually the opposite; the younger of the Mindaro sisters is surprisingly empathetic, capable of understanding the feelings, motivations and experiences of other people to a great extent. It does not change her utter lack of interest and care for them, but if the whim were to come to her, she could interact with others with little difficulty.

It is because of this that, despite her eerie detachment, Galla possesses a bond with her family. Although she rarely shows any sign of concern for them, the younger Mindaro acknowledges her parents in their entirety, and it is evident that she respects her older sister in some fashion. She is also not devoid of friends, being able to, even in her bland and uncaring manner, work amicably with a number of her classmates. Whether or not she is a good friend is debatable, especially when she does not exactly care too much for them.

She is also highly observant of her surroundings, whether they be social cues, appearances or the shape of the world. Information is immediately captured and stored in her photographic memory, although much of it fails to affect her in any manner. She holds few opinions on them, but there are times when she does judge, usually through an arbitrary rating system. When taking action, there are also moments where she may seem rather excessive, unaware of whether or not something may be too much.

Galla may or may not have a sense of humour. It's extremely hard to tell.

Color: Chartreuse Yellow (DFFF00)

Emblem: Galla's emblem has traces of religious iconography, with a pitch-black profile of a rooster, one of the holiest animals of the Mistralese Church, imprinted upon a champagne bottle of chartreuse yellow, its brightness a contrast to the colour of the bird.

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Napoli Fiordilatte - Outside Ozpin's Office

"Wait you have a worm farm?"

The words came out immediately and easily as that had been the only thing that Napoli had registered from the entire spiel. Napoli was then quick to take advantage of the resulting lull in Gratia's assault and the "cheese-eater" easily rolled Gratia off his back. Upon standing up, Napoli took special care to brush the dirt off his shoulders before continuing his own verbal jousting. "You know, I'd make a joke but I feel like the worm farm itself is enough of a joke. I mean honestly, that's worse than being a bookworm."

Another beautiful joke from yours truly.

"Yo, boss, glad you could make it. Someone can finally take this weight off my shoulders," Napoli grinned at Vega, cocking a thumb in Gratia's direction, "Of course, I'm a little depressed I can't even make a weight joke about her, she's pathetically light. Also Sarina, great to see you again. I am ready for a Sarina Dei Tour." Napoli chuckled, Still a great joke.

"7 out of 10 by the way." The hunter in training didn't even grant Sarina a chance to respond, as he quickly pivoted on his feet and turned to faced the last member of the tour group. "Yo Napoli Fiordilatte, pleasure to make your acquaintance Signorina Cat, of course with how much you seem to be running about I feel as though you'd have been better suited as a bee faunus."

"So, shall we get this party started Sarina?"

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Gratia Mindaro - Outside Ozpin's Office

"Oh, I'm sorry, did you think I can afford fucking vegetables you little rich shit?"

Sarcasm dripped from her voice like melted cheese off a sandwich as Gratia pulled herself up from the ground right after her "compatriot", clenched teeth audibly grinding together in annoyance. Unlike the other hunter, she cared little for the presence of tiny little specks dirtying her coat, mostly because she wasn't some pansy who couldn't take a bit of grime without needing to ask mummy and daddy to buy them a complete new set of clothes. What, so she had a worm farm that composted shit for her vegetable garden; such a shocking revelation.

"You fucking wish that you were as light and agile as me," growled the hunter, crossing her arms in sync with the narrowing of her onyx eyes. "Mister Fatass Sniper sitting around all day. I've seen rocks more mobile than you. Goddamned rocks."

What a fucking beautiful start to their time at Beacon. It was just like Haven all over again. Fiordilatte being a cunt, check. Venetia standing awkwardly nearby, check. Random shits incapable of comprehending the entire fucking situation, check. If they had B around, then the whole bloody party would be complete. Hooray for small reliefs.

Right, excitable cat faunus to deal with.

No reason to snap. Hopefully the other girl would not be as irksome as her companion was.

"Gratia Mindaro," she introduced, her eyes cooly moving to stare into the feline's.

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Emerald - Outside Ozpin's Office -

Emerald had been rendered speechless by the antics of Gratia and Napoli. She stared at both of them with her wide, green eyes. She'd never seen so much bickering before, it was almost like they were a couple.

Ahah! That must be why! It was the only explanation that made sense to her. She'd read in some book that people that really loved each other sometimes treated each other like shit, pretending to despise each other, but they only did it because they were passionately in love! It didn't really make a lot of sense to Emmy but she figured there must be some truth to it.

Emerald snapped back to the present as she realised they were introducing themselves. Did he just compare me to a bee!? Gratia then approached her, staring straight into her eyes. Scary.

"I'm Emerald Felica..." She managed to say as she found her voice again. There was a question burning in her mind, and she couldn't help but ask.

"Are you two...married?"

[Assistant]
Gratia Mindaro - Outside Ozpin's Office

"We're fucking what."

Gratia's expression had dulled. The anger and annoyance present had disappeared, replaced with a flat, dull countenance that only served to betray mixed emotions through her onyx eyes. Her voice's tone was a mixture of anger and confusion, evidently caught off guard by the cat's seemingly-innocuous statement. She didn't know whether to allow her mounting disbelief to continue to grow, or to snap at Emerald for saying something so fucking stupid. Married? What the actual fuck? She would never marry -

"This shitty cheese-eater?" she managed growled out, roughly jamming her thumb into Napoli's shoulder. "I would rather roll in shit than mooch off his fucking ass cash."

Who the hell did they take her for? Some shameless hussy of a gold digger with no standards? Marrying Fiordilatte meant dealing with shitty puns, a horrible sense of humour and more smug than she could shake a can of pepper at. She was already fucking working with him on a daily basis and assigned to his classes; and that was already bloody horrible.

More Napoli? Do not pass go. Do not collect two hundred.

Fuck him.


[System]
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Age : 17
Zodiac : Rat

Personality : Being a Rat, Cesela is quite a lovely young lady, well-versed in mannerisms and formalities. However her flaw is quite easy to spot. Despite being quick-witted and able to deal with almost anything, she is quite narrow-minded, having one view on the world and refusing to accept otherwise. She has quite good observation skills, noticing and not hesitating to call people out on the slightest flaw. She has been known to be quite curious, and although she is good at adapting to different situations, often she finds herself regretting taking curiousity in certain things.

Cesela has a strong intuition, understanding things without needing to think about them quite often. She has a knack for things practical that involve her hands, and has even recieved compliments on how dextrous she seems. Quite often, she is kind to people she meets. Although, she can be inpolite, both with and without meaning to. She doesn't have too much courage, and isn't much of a daredevil. She finds public speaking to be horrifying. Along with that, she lacks in leadership skills, being unable to give out commands or orders to people under her in any sort of situation.

Appearance : Cesela is quite well-known for her looks, having long, onyx locks of hair that wave slightly towards the ends, as well as her bright blue eyes that contrast nicely. Her skin is rather pale, freakishly so. She has quite large hands, but thin fingers. Her figure itself is nothing to awe at, she doesn't have curves or anything of the sort, and she usually wears slightly baggier clothing to cover up that fact. She's quite short for her age, standing at around 5'5", and hates being teased about that fact.

On the topic of clothing, Cesela is usually seen donning a school uniform-esque outfit. A white button-up shirt with a red bow at the top, with plaid armcuffs that match her miniskirt. If asked, she will say it's because "It looks smarter than what common slobs wear," and although she won't admit it, it reminds her of her old school and old friends. During outings and days off, she will often tie up her hair and wear simpler clothing, opting for jeans and a pajama shirt, even if she's going outdoors.

How long have they been at the school? : Cesela is new to the school, and has only just transferred.
Did they apply for Roommate services? : She has applied for roommate services.

Club : Astrology and Woodworking
Position : Astrology club member, Woodworking club vice-president
Hobbies : Cesela enjoys doing pottery and woodworking due to the practicality and hands-on approach they both take. However, she also enjoys jogging in the early mornings of the day, despite not being much of a sports fan. She has a small liking of shopping as well, but will cringe if anyone brings it up.

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🌹🐈Luna Summers🐈 🌹

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Fixing her blonde hair into a tight braid, Luna stared into her vanity mirror. She hated who looked back at her - a girl who looked afraid of the future, who cowered in the presence of others, who stayed hidden in the shadows. This was the girl she had become during her years spent away from home. It was the girl she would become today. After spending a relaxing summer with her beloved family, it was time to return to the academy. Perhaps this would be the year? There had to be at least one person out there willing to be her friend, right? When other children asked Santa for bicycles and laptops, Luna wished for a person to call her friend. But, Luna was cursed.

Taking a deep breath, she grabbed her backpack and took her time as she walked to the driveway. Two smiling parents stood waiting for her. Despite her troubles at school, Luna was grateful for the love she found at home. There was no one more caring than her mother and father. They hugged her, kissed her, loved her. At home, Luna was a well behaved, loving daughter. But, she was also a liar. Neither of her parents were aware of Luna's school life, for she constantly filled them in with lies of a cheerful and exciting school. A fake life. Luna only wished to please her parents, and they would always be worried about her if they knew. Better to leave them in the dark.

The road to the academy was full of exciting banter from her mother, asking questions about her friends, any boys who caught her eye, teachers she liked. Every new school year started the same. The lies rolled of her tongue easily now. She created a world within her mind where she was popular and loved by everyone. Most of her time was spent absorbed in this dream world and she had gotten so used to it, Luna sometimes even forget about her real life.

"We're here, sweetheart."

Parked a block away from the actual entrance, per Luna's request, they stepped out the car. Tears threatened to come crashing down, but Luna bit her lip; she was supposed to be excited for the new school year. Savoring her parent's memory, Luna exchanged tight hugs and kisses before making the haunting walk to school. The day had actually come. A honk rang out in the distance as her parents drove by, waving their hands out the window. Smiling, Luna yelled out another goodbye. A few moments later and the Luna her parents knew and loved, was gone.

Ten minutes of walking and Luna had made it to the academy. Students stepped out of the way as she walked, scared of touching her. New faces were confused but the whispers already beginning would soon fill them in. Sometimes she liked to imagine she was their Princess, walking to her throne room. Another dream. Ever since Luna was little, she had picked up a nasty rumor for being cursed. Things seemed to go wrong whenever she was around, although Luna used to believe it was just coincidence. It didn't matter now, though. People still treated her differently. Keeping her head down, Luna made her way to the check in.

Most students were going straight to their rooms to begin meeting their roommates and unpacking, but Luna didn't feel like going to an empty room at the moment. Instead, she went to her secret hiding place. She knew it was probably against the rules, but she had yet to be caught for it. It was difficult dragging all of her luggage up the endless flights of stairs, but Luna didn't mind it much. It would be worth it.

A smile spread across her face as she opened the doors to the roof of the academy's building. The blinding sun, her only friend in this lonely school, welcomed her with welcoming arms. Luna couldn't explain it, but being up on high places made her feel more comfortable. She enjoyed being away from the other fearful students and the pitiful room of her dorm. Up here, she could be whoever she wanted to be. No lies, just her.

Adjusting into a comfortable position, Luna pulled out her art book from her backpack and began to scribble a few sketches. As long as she had a roof and her sketchbook, life didn't seem so bad.

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||Felix Leverett||

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The girl was striking, to say the least. Her hair was an ebony waterfall of soft, dark locks; her cerulean eyes seemed to reach into Felix's own soul, taking his heart and tickling it senseless. For a moment, Felix resisted the urge to bend down and kiss her land. After all, such a way was customary in greeting a fair maiden. But that'd probably look weird and overdramatic, so he stuck with a simple handshake and smile.

"I don't mind at all," he said with a light laugh. "Quite frankly, I'm not too fond of heights myself." He set his suitcase on the bottom bunk, careful not to jostle it too much. What lay inside was much too precious for such brutish actions. "Some help would be much appreciated, thank you."

He opened his bag, gently lifting a medium-sized wooden box from its innards. Unlike the rest of Felix's belongings, it seemed decades ancient, with minute cracks weaving its walk through the oak and the semblance of tarnish on its silver hinges. While not quite heavy, it was definitely large enough to have displaced most of his clothes from his bag, leaving Felix with half of the necessary clothing needed. Alas, such sacrifices had to be made in the short run. Besides, he could always purchase extras. Maybe he could even ask his roommate to come along. Wouldn't that be a fun little bonding trip? He nestled the box in the upper drawer of one of the dressers before turning to his roommate.

"I'm a junior," he announced proudly. "Although this is my first year here. The years prior, I was at--" Felix paused for a moment, his smile wavering like mirage, "...At an unpleasant boarding school," he finished simply with a seeming tautness to his grin. He couldn't bring himself to share such an unpleasant history with his newfound friend. Even the name itself reopened scars of taunts and name-calling. He shook away the memories. "But that doesn't matter now, eh?" Felix laughed and began to sort out his clothes. "What about you, Miss?"

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A loud, fuzzy static echoed around the school grounds. Students ceased their chatter and watched as the gates shut, and the last of the cars that were parked were now driving away. The loud buzz turned into a crackle that could be heard at every corner of the campus, both indoors and out. "Ahem -- Testing, testing." A voice rang out, giving way to a cough. It was clear that the person who spoke was old in age, and their voice had a certain refined quality. Obviously they were a person of great importance.

"All students please make your way to the assembly hall immediately. Tardiness will be punished." They spluttered out, coughing multiple more times between words. "That will be all." The speakers around the campus emitted some more crackling and static, before stopping completely. The sound of room doors being opened could be heard throughout the dormitory as students started making their way to the appointed place. A few of the eager students outside were excitedly entering the grand building, looking at the signs that pointed out the way to the hall. The ones that were unwilling tried their luck on skipping out and staying outside, only to be ushered indoors by security.

The assembly hall itself was a moderately sized room. At the back, rows of dark-purple cushioned bleachers spread throughout the entirety of the width. A few students were already taking their seats on them, looking towards the front. A large stage area was taking up a lot of the remaining space at the front, with stairs at both sides. In the center of the stage was a single podium, and behind that, black curtains shielded whatever was there.

Once all the students were seated, the lighting dimmed at the back of the room, giving the front a bright appearance. The curtains got pulled back to reveal an elderly man. His long, grey hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and his long beard was surprisingly well trimmed. He donned a smart suit, complete with dress shoes and glasses. He gave a small cough before approaching the podium, giving the small microphone a light tap to make sure it worked.

"Welcome to a new school year." The man started, surveying the entire room and clasping his hands behind his back. "To kick off this new adventure, I would like for a few of our new and old faces to introduce themselves. Any volunteers may come up to the podium."

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.:Cesela Woodlocke:.

Curiousity piqued as the younger boy answered her question. Perhaps they had more in common than she had initially thought. She chose not to butt in and instead let him continue talking. A slight sadness seemed to hint in his tone as he mentioned his previous education, but it was quickly shook off. She moved towards the wardrobe, prying it open. It took a little effort, probably because it went unused, but she got it open. A few coathangers had been left inside. She plucked them off the rail quickly and moved to place them on the bed, next to her roommates suitcase. "You can use the hangers, your clothes are probably smarter than mine." She observed, comparing his clothing to her own scrunched up, wrinkled PJ shirts. A part of her wanted to ask about the wooden box he'd put away carefully, but another part of her thought it would be best to ignore it.

"You don't need to call me Miss, just Cesela is fine." She laughed slightly, "I'm a Junior myself, perhaps we'll have classes together. It's my first year here, so it'd be nice if we did. A room full of unfamiliar faces is unnerving."

When the speakers crackled to life, the sudden noise made her jump slightly. It was quite loud, and she was never fond of loud noises, but to show weakness would be a bad idea. Much to Ceselas joy, the announcement didn't last too long. "I guess we'll have to unpack later." She mused, opening the door and heading out without so much as a 'See you down there'. It may have been a bit abrupt, but she didn't want to get pushed and shoved in a crowd rush.

The walk across the courtyard was quick and painless, though she did have to mumble a few 'Watch it's at a few people who stepped on the back of her shoes. The ground floor of the main school building was enough to get a small 'woah' out of the girl as she followed the masses in the general direction of the hall. It was cramped and narrow, but pretty as heck. The chandeliers hanging from the cieling gave an elegant feel to the halls, and as she walked, she noticed a few doors labelled with room numbers. Presumably those would be classrooms.

Towards the end of the hall, the floor sloped down, almost making Cesela lose her footing as she wasn't paying attention. The walls widened out, and there were two oaken doors, held open by who she assumed to be members of the staff. It was nice to finally have breathing room. Looking around, a lot of people were sat with their friends, spread out on the many bleachers. Pondering for a moment, she made her way over and up the stairs, taking a seat at the very back, on one of the empty rows.

A few people sat on the same row, but not many. With so few students and so much space, it was inevitable that they would be spread out. The man at the front of the room - who she assumed to be the principal - spoke a few words. It was almost an exact replica of what she had heard at her old school. They'd say a sentence or two, and ask a few people to go up and say hi and talk about themselves. It was rather pointless in her opinion. As the elderly man stepped back, she found herself looking around the room, wondering who would go first. She had done it at her old school and she certainly wasn't going to do it again.


[System]
Real: Skadi Türkis
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Nationality: Atlesian
Color: #6ecff6
Emblem: A clipart of a brilliant cut diamond
Voice actor: Shirley Manson

Themes:
Main - Neutral - Happy - Angry - Sad - Semblance - Fighting - Victorious - Defeated
Appearance:

Diamond is a rather tall woman with a lean build, being 178 centimeters tall. She's only as strong as she needs to be, having developed a physique for slipping into tight spots and blending in with the crowd. The woman weighs around 62 kilos with slightly lower than average percentage of body fat.

The dominant feature of her face are her eyes, which are sky blue and have a turquoise glow to them due to her dust implant. Her hair is golden in color and cut short, styled into backwards facing spikes. As a northerner from Atlas, Diamond's skin is very pale.

The dust implanted in her caused a blue pattern to develop on her back and an overuse left a crystalline blue weblike pattern on her right arm. If she uses her ice spells, these along with her eyes glow blue, and her eyes flash into white when casting a kinetic spell.

She doesn't wear a battledress in the traditional sense, preferring not to be hindered by armor of any sort. With her semblance and dust implant she also prefers to leave her arms exposed, usually wearing a pair of sturdy boots, pants and a vest.

Diamond carries herself with pride most of the time and makes good use of nonverbal communication, having learned the meaning of various gestures and being able to use them to convey a different meaning from what she is actually saying. In combat she moves with the fluidity of a gymnast.

History:
During a particularly nasty winter, a child was born to an uncaring mother who barely had enough mercy to leave the girl on the doorstep of the first house far enough. As it so happened a rather poor elderly woman lived there and upon finding the crying newborn took her in. She gave the girl the name Diamond due to her blue eyes.
Unfortunately, five years later Diamond's adoptive mother died, leaving the girl to fend for herself on the streets. A crafty little thing, she quickly found out that instead of begging for the food, it was easier to simply take it when no one was looking.

Living in poverty, the girl has had enough after two more years. Growing stronger, nimbler and bolder, Diamond started rifling the pockets of unsuspecting passer-bys. It didn't take long for the gang whose territory she was on to threaten her into joining. Having nothing to lose and all to gain, Diamond was happy to accept.

In the next few years, Diamond slowly but steadily became great at her craft, rising through the gang's ranks nicely. It all came to an abrupt end however when another gang made a move on their territory. During the fight her semblance manifested and gave her the means of escaping the brawl without getting hurt. Afterwards, she went solo again.

After honing her skills for several more years and nearly getting caught a few times, Diamond made a reputation for herself in the underworld. Finally, she got contracted to pull an art heist for the first time. She started working as a hired gun, taking items of opportunity for herself along her jobs. For the next year, she lived quite the luxurious life and amassed significant wealth for her age.

Growing careless, Diamond got caught by an undercover cop while pickpocketing for change. Having nothing on her other than the pickpocketing, her sentence was just a year in juvenile detention.

Coming face to face with several less than pleasant experiences and generally starting to understand that when she barely survived a month of Atlesian Juvy, she would die in a lifetime in an Atlesian prison, Diamond started working her hide off to make something of herself, moving to Vale and paying herself a crash course to drastically improve her combat abilities.
A year later, she made it into Beacon.

Personality:
In one word, Diamond is a bitch. Sarcastic and cynical, she has nearly no moral blocks and will happily relieve you of money you didn't guard well enough just to show you she can. The concept of friendship is something new to her and it shows in her opinion on people swinging easily. Diamond can feed you complete garbage without losing a serious expression on her face. If you piss her off, prepare to suffer a thoroughly planned humiliation.

She might be a criminal, but she is a classy one. Violent crimes are a strict no-go unless something has gone horribly wrong. She quite enjoys the thrill of sneaking around and defeating various obstacles like motion sensors and locks. In her mind, every moron can rob a dust store at gunpoint, but it takes skill to do it in a way that makes the owner notice only a day afterwards.

Apparently she is not past redemption, because after Juvy, she decided to do something with herself and applied to be a huntress, even though her main reason is to hone her skills rather than to protect the people.

Skills:
* Combat
	+ Hand-to-hand: Average
	+ Short blades: Expert
	+ Long blades and polearms: Proficient
	+ Firearms: Lacking
	+ Dust: Beginner, talented
* Common
	+ Leading: She has what it takes to do well enough, but lacks self-confidence
	+ Lockpicking: Expert
	+ Hacking: Skilled with older systems, haven't kept up with recent advances
	+ Pickpocketing: Proficient
	+ Cooking: Wizard
	+ Drinking: Practice makes perfect

Powers:
* Inborn
	+ Shadowshifter - Diamond absorbs her shadow into her own being, gaining the ability to alter her own body much like the shadow before. She can turn any part of her body into a shadow form. In such a state, she is more resistant to physical damage, although her senses are somewhat dulled. The true ability is that Diamond can alter her shape within some bounds. Her shape has to remain humanoid in essence, but her limbs can stretch, sharpen or bulk up, for example she can grow talons or change her entire forearm into a blade. She can also turn flatten herself into a shadow to pass through small gaps like under the door.
* Acquired
	+ Ice dust implant - Diamond had Ice dust fused into her nervous system, giving her the ability to cast spells through her fantasy alone. This kind of dust allows her to create and manipulate ice. It comes with downsides though - too voluminous or quick casting will damage her nerves, or other tissues in later stages.
	+ Kinetic dust implant - Same as above, granting Diamond telekinetic abilities. Other than moving things with her mind she can also use this to project physical attacks over distance.

Relationships:
* Cobalt Chideta: "A passive lad. I don't mind him, but I also fail to notice he's in the room half of the time."
* Oswald Connoly: "Ugh! His attitude can be infuriating, especially when he's not much better than I am. It's in his eyes. He's seen - and done - some nasty things."
* Emerald Felicia: "Lovable goof, infuriating airhead. Just friends."
* Esther Vanhomrigh: "Just benefits."
* Träd Oak: "Smoking and drinking buddy. Quite possibly the only person in this school that I can stand without any reservations."
* Sapphire Rode: "Someone from an entirely different world than I. She has the right to her opinions. They're mostly wrong, of course, but hey."
* Kuhaku Shiro: "Infuriating klutz, comedic relief. Generally harmless and epically innocent."
* Skyra Dawn: "Very recent acquaintance. Dunno. Seems to follow the general feline faunus trend though."
* Amaranth Desire: "The reminder of the past I want to forget. Business, that's all it was."

Trivia:
* Diamond is left handed.
* She is afraid of deep waters.
* A quitting smoker.
* She likes red meat and high quality alcohol.

[User]
Gratia Mindaro - Armory

A hermetic seal. That was why the swine Faunus had approached her for? Gratia allowed her gaze to linger on the other student's retreating back for several seconds before she returned to her own work: cleaning the dust and grime off Valens with a towel. Breathing apparati were not particularly her field of specialisation, but creating an airtight space was not too difficult in the long-run. All that was required was a substance that possessed low moisture and oxygen transmission rates, and from there it could be utilised to hermetically seal whatever object it was being applied to; which, in the case of the teenager that had just approached her, was a breathing mask.

What were the substances being used to construct the mask? That would determine what was necessary to hermetically seal it. The Mistralese teenager had once kept a bag of cheese (a small luxury for her family) air tight after opening it with an empty water bottle, but obviously her method would not have worked on something so important as a mask.

However, it was no longer her problem anymore.

She didn't need to waste her fucking time when the Faunus could figure the shit out for himself.

Quietly, the Huntress pulled out a bottle of oil, applying the most miniscule amount to a rag. She began to wipe it along the entirety of the blade with the practised care of a long-time sword-user, safe in the knowledge that her weapon was once again protected by a new coat of oil.

[Assistant]
Armory

Accompanied by the ring of the beginning bell Professor Chatsworth appeared from an adjoining room. His rolled-up sleeves and filthy hands abundantly gave off the impression that he'd been at work on some laborious project or another. Approaching the students, he waved to get their attention before giving instruction. "Good afternoon! Today, I'll be giving you all some time to tinker with your own gear as usual, but this time I have a new assignment that is to be started no later than thirty minutes in, as well. This marks the first time that you're not understanding or modifying, but actually making. I want you to concept, sketch, and then begin gathering parts for a functional headgear. It can be goggles, a hat, a visor, glasses, what have you, but it must perform some task useful to a hunter in the field. As always, if you're unable to find the parts you want in the scrap room, you can place an order for materials using my terminal. The first ten orders are free -you can thank your tuition for that- but after that there will be some small charges to your account. Good luck and fulfilling work!" Chatsworth wiped his hands off on a rag and produced his scroll, sending a copy of the assignment to the electronic blackboard near his desk, where it displaced the usual two or three diagrams taken up residence there. After that, the professor returned to the back room, leaving the door open so that anyone who wanted his help could ask.

Abel Fulgurate

"Hallooooo there, young learners!"

The resounding voice of Professor Port threatened to drown out the bell for a moment. Abel seated himself at a desk, noting that somehow pretty much everyone else in the class beat him to it, and looking expectantly at the mustachioed instructor for the beginning of the lesson.

Port obliged. "Today, we'll be studying a brand-new type of Grimm! We've introduced ourselves to most of the pitiable Kleins and a few of the Feinds already, but this elusive type we can't easily encounter in a classroom. Follow me, eager adventurers!" He pressed a button on his desk with his signature bravado, and in one corner of the room a previously-unmentioned metal door swung open. Seemingly disregarding the notion that some of the students might have second thoughts, Port led the way into the brightly-lit hallway and into a surprisingly well-known room: the pool. While it fell under the classification of 'gym' and stood right next to it on the Beacon floorplan, the pool had been inexplicably inaccessible today, and one look at it made it pretty clear why. A large, dark shape moved beneath the water, ignoring a series of circular floating platforms arranged like lilypads across the pool's surface.

Despite the overwhelming ominous sense flooding from the pool, Port seemed mightily pleased with himself. "Today's monstrosity is a water-borne behemoth, the Megaladeus! They're downright nasty pieces of work, let me tell you, I nearly lost a leg to one once...but that's a story for another time! Anyway, I'm stacking the odds in your favor since you're fighting out of your element. Old Port took a handsaw to this Grimm's teeth after helping to capture it, so it won't turn you into mincemeat if it grabs you, but rest assured it'll still hurt! You're going after this ferocious fish as a team, so it's the job of each of you to look after everyone else! Unless you want to be that one hunter who drowned in freshman-year Grimm Studies, I'd recommend removing any extraneous clothing or armor in one of the locker rooms over there. If you've got swimsuits, now might be the time. Remember water resistance for melee weapons, to keep your balance on the pads, and while bullets don't work in water, dust still does! Five minutes until I blow the almighty whistle, brave warriors, get scheming!"

[User]
Diamond - Worst class ever

By the time Diamond got to the classroom (late, as she had to return the notes for Math she borrowed), the only spot left was next to Cobalt. So much for this class starting well. Rolling her eyes the redhead walked into the room to take the seat. "Seems like the fates won't let us be apart." the thief whispered as she sat down, trying not to look too hostile.

After a short while, professor Port opened a door Diamond was wondering about where it went. The class started shuffling through it, and the thug followed on the tail. The second she saw where they were though, what color was in her face drained rapidly as she took a pace back. Shringking, she pulled her hat into her face. Nooo, why this, why now? She wanted to turn tail and run like hell. But instead she shuffled behind Cobalt, lsitening to what the professor was saying.

As soon as Port finished, she straightened her hat and tapped Cobalt's shoulder ever so slightly with her gaze pointing to the ground. Her face was an odd mix of embarrassment and fright as she shared what her problem was: "I can't swim." she whispered through gritted teeth.


[System]
Age: 31

Race: Human

Devil Fruit/Abilities: Dupe-Dupe Fruit. Klank has the ability to duplicate any object he can physically lift. The smaller the item, the easier it is for him to create multiple versions, and with greater speed.

Weapon: All Tool

 With the hammer doubling as a pair of pliers, the All Tool was created to remedy any problems aboard a ship. The two foot handle is also made with slot compartments that hold various tools for specific sitautions. When they are needed, Klank must simply unfold whatever he needs. A few compartments remain empty until Klank upgrades his masterpiece with tools he may not yet have.

Personality: Klank is a go with the flow kind of character. A trait he adapted after becoming a crew member of the Bighead Pirates. Something else he has picked up is temporary bouts of anger. He left his home to get away from the constant work, and being apart of The Bigheads hasn't REALLY taken him away from that. He doesn't care much for fighting, and when he does partake, his style is what some would call erratic.

Personals: Aside from his All Tool, Klank carries a number of essentials when leaving ship. Around his waist is a dark-brown fanny pack that is connected to a thick leather belt. Sewn into the belt strap are a few itmes; a nail, a nut, a bolt, a screw, and a cigarette. inside the fanny pack is a single beri, and just a few different types of gems that Captain Bighead requires him to carry. Strapped to his back is a single wooden board matching the color of the crews ship.

Bio: Klank spent most of his life in loguetown, taking up his fathers trade in ship repair. Needless to say, there was always work for them, and because of that, enjoying festivities was out of the question. One night, a rather obnoxious crew of pirates demanded repairs and left Klank alone to do his work. Hours had passed without the return of these pirates, but he continued to wait in hopes of receiving payment. Walking around the ship, Klank wondered what it must be like to travel the world and just be free to do whatever one wished. In the midst of wandering, he came across the kitchen. He hadn't eaten since work began and figured he'd help himself.

 There was food all around, but a strange fruit was centered on the table. Klank had never seen anything like it. Yellow in color with strange swirls, one half of the fruit perfectly matched the other. He took a single bite, and as nasty as it was, he toughed through it. Never had he eaten something so bad. He threw it away and reconsidered just how hungry he was. Klank returned to the deck and continued waiting for his payment. The pirates never showed.

 The next day was when Klank found out that he could take an item and duplicate it. There was freaking out and lots of confirming the fact that he actually now had this strange ability. He came to terms with it, but kept it hidden until one day a large pirate caught him using it. That pirate was Captain Bighead. He stuck around for a while and observed, not taking long to decide, that with his innate ability as a shipwright, and the power to duplicate objects, Klank was perfect for the crew. Despite concerns from the family, the young adult took the opportunity to chase after a dream he had thought on for long enough.

[User]
As Klank approached the broken raft, he thought to himself if the lone man actually believed it would get him anywhere. Even in shambles, it was obvious where his failures in creating his escape had appeared. Bindings in all the wrong places, not enough security in those spots, and a few more important parts to keeping a raft together. He seemed excited, though, as Bighead conversed. He promised adventure and enemies and Klank couldn't help but think even more damage to the ship he worked so hard to maintain. That worry was confirmed by what seemed to be the somehow hot-headed attitude of the guys weapon. It was alive and apparently in fighting shape. Bighead was not phased and toyed with the weapon.

 "It's leg leg day," he said. Suddenly, a bolt of destruction crackled down and had its way with the mans raft. He flinched as it happened.

 "Well," he whispered to himself. "No fixing that." He observed the ship again just to make sure. He considered whipping out his multi-tool and the board on his back. It would have been pointless, however. Starting a brand new raft was the only way to help this man. That seemed pointless as well, as the captain had already been so intrigued. The man didn't even get a proper test, probably for the better though. Bigheads test always steered people away. As soon as staying on the ship was mentioned, another bolt of lightning struck, this time on the ship. He sighed at the thought of what the weapon yelled out amidst its attack on the captain. Curse.

 Out of nowhere, someone fell from the ship and turned into a bulb of ice. The person approached and Bighead was quick to get excited and already welcome her as a part of the crew. "What the hell is going on today," Klank thought. He was only slightly more than slightly baffled by today's events. Sailing with Bighead was a constant adventure and for a moment, he was interested in what these two might have to offer. The woman seemed defensive and with a wild imagination. Klank went with it, knowing full well the Bighead pirates could not remain two forever if they were to brave and survive the grand line. Not that braving it posed a problem.

[Assistant]
Everything was as it should have been, and it seemed the world has deemed these companions, much like Sasayaki, unfortunate enough to travel with. "Sasa," Isaac yelled, "It's happening."

Sasa looked up the new girl, keeping what he believed was stern eye contact while wiggling the bladed end back to Issac's back holster. "Plan 478, if you will Lucky"

She used his name, his chosen name, letting him know that she was serious. Isaac reeled in in the chain, leaving just enough of her to peak out beyond his shoulder. With a few long strides and skillful jump brought him to the side of the ship. When he turned around he felt the captain's eyes soon him, waiting to see what came next. "I don't know if I can do this."

"Shhh," she whispered, drifting between both ears as she talked. "You're a sentimental kind of guy! Is there really nothing that can make this real?"

She wad right, the island was his home. Although he may have been alone, that made it special in a way. His heart, his blood, his soul; it had all been spilled onto the land, and he suddenly felt the surge of nastalgia flood him. "I am going to miss this place," he finally admitted, staring at the land where so many plans came to life. "I don't think I can leave."

A surge of wind caught the sail, the chain that held the anchor severed in the crash. "Take that nerds!" Sasa yelled, followed by the diabolical laugh that he had grown to love. "It's my ship now," she screamed, before a large shadow appeared above her.

Isaac smiled, knowing what was to come. For the only thing that could ever jump that high was an overly zealous man that never skips leg day.

[User]
"What the..." Klank yelled as he ran closer to the water when Captain Bighead leaped into the air towards the ship. Unlike his captains abilities, Klank would have to put in some work. He thought for a moment, but it had to be quick. With every moment he wasted on thinking, the ship sailed further away. A cigarette suddenly appeared in his mouth and he grabbed a match to light it. He took a long drag to calm his nerves as he turned to the girl who apparently had some kind of ice powers.

 "This," he said as he pointed towards the ship. "This is the kinda crap you're gonna deal with." In the next instant, a number of nails popped into Klanks hand. He took his multi-tool in the other. Now was the time to kick his talents into gear if he was going to make it. Multiple boards were suddenly spread out on the ground in front of him. With the speed of a Logue Town shipwright, Klank began working like a madman. Wood chips and saw dust flew into the air creating a mess of a cloud that surrounded him. Every few seconds his hammer pierced the bubble before whipping back inside. "I'll be damned if I get stuck on this island alone," he yelled, still inside the mess. At one moment his head popped out and he yelled to the ship. "YOU JUST WAIT UNTIL I GET ON THAT SHIP," he directed at the living weapon. More comments and obscenities would be shouted as he worked.

 After hammering and sawing away, and the dust finally settled, the smoking man stood next to a contraption he had never built. He looked back to the raft the former stranded pirate had built. He mocked the shoddy craftsmanship. He then said "Yea, I'll be damned."

 He took one last drag before turning to the girl again. Squinting his eyes, Klank observed her and then faced the escaping ship. "You say you want to be the strongest?" He duplicated another cigarette and lit it before pushing his raft into the water and hopping on. It resembled a bicycle, the wheels made with large rivets to push water through. beneath his flat seat, and handles was a wooden gear system that connected it all. On either side of him were little boards that would help balance the bike as it crossed over waves. He took another drag. "The Captain can do that, for sure. But I hope you're prepared for a huge pain in the ass."

 Without more hesitation, Klank started peddling. Fear struck him for a moment, knowing that if anything went wrong then it would be his last mistake and even in shallow waters, he would sink and die. Once he was sure the bike was working as intended, he was overwhelmed with excitement and began riding the waves with ease. He pushed his legs into overdrive, intent on reaching the ship fast and handing the kusarigama's ass to her on a platter.

[Assistant]
Siera stood there with a shocked look on her face. "what in the... how the hell did he get over..." then all the sudden she heard the anchor fell and crash into the water. one at a time the crew members reacted quickly big head leaping high into the air. Once klank had finshed with his bike he was off

"hey now Don't leave with out me!!!" she yells while running after klank. "And who says im not already!"

Siera leaps into the air and raises her left hand freezing the water in front of her. Before she lands she she waves her right hand over her feet and forms ice skates on the bottom of her feet.

"you just make sure you can keep up Mr. Fix It" She took off fast after the ship thinking about weather or not she was gonna like that guy or kick him in the face once she beats him to the ship! She couldn't help but to think carefully about what he had to say because if this big head guy is as good as he says he is then this is gonna be one hell of an adventure.

"I just have to keep an eye on that damn weapon!" she thought to her self while flying through the air over the waves. "That thing creeps me out, and why does it have to make things this difficult! we haven't even done a leg day yet"

[User]
Even with all the working out he had undergone with Captain Bighead, Klank had no hopes of keeping up with the girl. There was simply too much resistance as the riveted wheels shredded through the water. As she created distance between the two, Klank peddled harder and harder, fighting the burning sensation building in his thighs. If he gave up the speed now, he would surely never hear the end of it. Quitting in the middle of what Bighead could view as a workout, especially one that involved legs, was one thing the man would get unnecessarily upset about. Thinking about the situation angered him.

 "Damn that thing," Klank yelled. His fury towards the cursed weapon only fueled his legs more. He hit the waves with all he had. He finally caught a rhythm and smoothly flew through the air and landing on each waves backside. Gaining speed, he started to enjoy the thrill. Perhaps this was one of his more brilliant creations. "WOOO," he shouted as he leapt over Sierra and actually putting distance between them. A few more big waves and Klank would find himself back on the ship where he could lay into the new recruit about his weapon.

 High in the air after his final jump, Klank spotted his target. As he was descending, he pointed to Isaac and angrily shouted, "YOU." He landed with a hard thud on the deck of the ship. The makeshift water bike remained intact, a true testament to Klanks craftsmanship. He hopped off his raft and stomped passed Bighead. " You better get in the habit of keeping that crazy weapon of yours on a shorter chain." He then looked to sasayaki and continued. "I don't need another person on this ship destroying everything, so check yourself. Got it?" For his final assault, Klank turned to his captain and considered if he should. He stopped for a brief moment before screaming "Stop recruiting CRAZY PEOPLE."

 Bighead laughed loudly as he pointed to Klank. "If I didn't look for crazy then you'd still be in Logue Town." He couldn't stop his fit of joy. "Do you have any idea," he paused to catch his breath from cracking-up. "Just how insane that stunt you just pulled was? Color me impressed, Klank. Color me impressed." He circled his left hand inwards. "Come on, flex those leg muscles. You deserve it after that."

 Klank stared at Bighead blankly. It was no surprise to him that his leader wouldn't be taking this seriously. Nevertheless, Bighead wouldn't allow Klank to just walk away after demanding a flex. When the captain wanted showmanship, he got showmanship whether someone liked it or not. He pulled up his shorts only slightly and assumed a not so enthusiastic pose. "Flex," he said softly and annoyed. His calf and thigh muscles rippled into a chiseled form.

 Still laughing, Bighead pointed at Isaac. "That's just one of the many things you can look forward to on this crew, my boy. With proper leg days, as you just witnessed, you can accomplish anything."

 "Whatever," Klank said as he grabbed his bike. He rolled it over to the back of the ship to a safe spot away from Bighead. There was no way he was giving that up.