[System]
The Mundane
Age: 16
Height: 5'3"
Weight: 109 lbs
Hand: Left
Sanctum City: Siscia
Description:

Right: Ars Magi uniform, Left: Civilian clothes.

Penny is a slightly short, slim young girl with long, brown hair tied into a long braid, a heart-shaped face, and inquisitive green eyes hidden behind her glasses. A generous sprinkle of freckles decorates her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. Penny's physique is slender yet toned from years of work and helping out the family in chores and work. She usually has a cheerful, helpful expression on her face unless she is deeply focused on something (like work), in which case, she assumes an expression of concentration and determination, and generally becomes inattentive to the world except what she's currently working on. She generally prefers practical work clothes, though she takes pride in her new school uniform.

Penny is rather strong for her size, able to lug around 90 lbs without slowing down.

Personality:
Penny is a smart, well-meaning girl who tries to be the best she can be in order to help the people around her. Always ready to lend a helping hand and a keen intellect, Penny can come off as a bit of a know-it-all, but doesn't intend to show off, merely help and explain. She is rather passionate about magitech, and will explain at length if allowed. However, she is still a friendly sort, willing to make new friends and acquaintances and will gladly help when asked. She's also a hard worker who believes in putting the effort, and does her best in anything she puts her mind to.

In many ways, being at Nova Lux is a cultural shock to her; while not poor, the grand architecture and spaciousness of the academy is a far cry from the practically claustrophobic neighborhoods she's familiar with, and the idea of luxuries being not rationed is impressive to her. Also, she can come across as a bit of a penny(hah!)-pincher, mostly out of habit as back home, every bit of cash brought to the house was measured against the bills and necessities of nine people living under one roof.

Background:
The third child of seven, Penny comes from a bustling household. Her mother is a sargeant in the Siscia Self Defense Forces, and her father is a local mechanic, granting her a low-income home but a loving family. Her two elder sisters (twins) are couriers in the city, and have taught her how to rollerblade (she's not as good as they are, though) as well as certain parkour skills she's developed further after her approval to Nova Lux, her remaining siblings are not of working age but help around the house. Her oldest brother (a year her junior) does have a peculiar habit of trying to make a living offering his services as a courier, message boy, or open various stalls with varying degrees of success, with big dreams of making it big to rise up in the world. Her remaining siblings are two brothers (twins) and a youngest sister. While the house is cramped and money is often tight, it's a good life with the family not lacking in necessities.

For her part, Penny is a smart, studious girl with an emphasis on practical applications of knowledge, having picked up a flair for machine work from her father from a young age and had wanted to grow up to follow in his path. Penny grew up with precious little free time, between schoolwork and helping her father in the workshop, sometimes having to fix something her siblings broke given her skill as a handyperson. One of the few luxuries she's enjoyed aside from the pleasurable rush of a successful repair, is the TV show Divine Magical Maid Altea, a government-sponsored animated show generally designed to be propaganda but generally a decent show. Growing up watching the show, she had often wished to grow up to be a magical girl, but knew the chances of that were slim, so she focused on her other love; machines and magitech, and intended to grow up to be a Magitech engineer when she grew up. While she generally relied on public access terminals for knowledge and reading, Penny has taken to reading and supplementary self-education with a zeal, generally reading whatever scientific articles on magic and magitech she could. She intended to study up to prove herself at the local university, that she might get in on a scholarship, given her family's limited funds.

Some time after her 13th birthday, however, Penny started having trouble around the workshop. Equipment she'd work on suddenly developed issues with static and feedback, making repairs and work difficult. Anti-static equipment helped, but the problems persisted. Eventually, around her 14th birthday, the problem returned stronger, and she was sent for a medical checkup. What began as a routine checkup soon unveiled magic potential, and she was sent to a military hospital to confirm that yes, she does indeed have magical potential. That changed her life, and she changed her life goals to become an Ars Magi, as that would help open more doors for herself and her family, and more importantly, allow her to help more people with her abilities.

The Magical
Armagus Name: Bright Emerald Spark

Gladius: Groß Eisen

Groß Eisen is a 6'6", 70 lb two-handed power hammer with rocket boosters that can be turned on or off for additional attack power. While a sizable and effective instrument of blunt trauma on its own, Penny can channel her lightning powers into it, granting her the ability to do massive melee damage with lightning-boosted, rocket-propelled slams, or can focus her magic into one big "Meteor Slam" where she smashes Groß Eisen on the ground (or a suitable target) and causes a massive shockwave in a large (10') radius around her. She can also use Groß Eisen's rockets to propel her forwards on the battlefield, giving a couple spins in place to increase her speed before she lets the hammer pull her forwards with its boosted momentum.

Parma: Aside from a change of outfit, Penny's bangs become green, and her eyes become a more brilliant green color, with small lightning sparks visible in them when she's emotional or determined. Her outfit changes into something similar to her favorite show, Divine Magical Maid Altea, with a white/green color scheme, with her glasses becoming more futuristic in their design, more akin to a visor. Her shoes have roller blades on the bottom for additional mobility.

Combat Role: Penny's role in combat is generally that of assault, using her strength, speed, and toughness to mix it up close while swinging Groß Eisen to crush her enemies.

Elementum: Lightning/Electricity

Elementum Abilities: Penny can user her lightning ability for ranged combat, firing arcs of electricity at a target. However, she prefers to use her lightning abilities to power up her own physical abilities and attacks, emphasizing an assault-heavy style. She can either boost her physical strength or durability, and can focus lightning into her attacks to give them a powerful shock effect. Her preferred use of her Elementum abilities is to channel them into Groß Eisen for devastating heavy attacks.

[User]
Penny just gave a little sigh at how energetic friend went off into a massive gushing description of the episode. She was right the first time; Dana was a seven year old in a teenager's body. Still, it's nice to listen to her She just gives a soft smile as Dana finishes her story.

Penny makes a face at the idea of Yagami hosting a haunted house.

"Yeeeaaaaaahhhhh.... I don't think that's such a good idea..." she says. "Two reasons.

"One, as I understand it, Yagami is pretty busy, like some other instructors who were brought in. And thank God, because, two, I ran into Instructor Baozhai after my exam, because she wanted to congratulate me on my success. I told her what happened, and joked that Yagami would run a pretty good haunted house. Immediately, Baozhai gives this... thousand yard stare and tells me to never, ever bring it up, especially in front of Yagami. Apparently, she had been in Yagami's year, and Yagami did run a haunted house - once. Except she ran it as a horror movie and traumatized more than a few students, Baozhai included. Nobody got physically hurt, mind, but they never let her run a haunted house again. Personally, I think she's a sadist."

[Assistant]
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Ooooh shit a boat...?

The haptic feedback on Nicole's touchscreen was giving Nicole's thumbprint the massage of a lifetime right now. The redhead's eyes were half-lidded, one leg languidly slung over the armrest of a common room sofa; two fingers on her left hand were idly playing with the untied shoelaces of a modern-looking pair of white sneakers, zebra-striped with the stark, bold-fonted words BISEXUAL SPACE PROGRAM horizontally, vertically and diagonally, black scars across the shoes' pale surfaces. Nicole's digits stroked the obsidian laces like locks of hair. Her eyes traced the text chain from Aiya for the twentieth time that morning, and yet the words still felt new to her. Not out of shock that the sensuous Duodecim royalty owned a boat. No.

She was tweakin'. And geekin'. And tweakin'. And geekin'.

She blinked with all the alacrity of a particularly sleepy lizard, and read the texts for the twenty-first time.

...

Ooooh shit, a boat...

Let's rewind. Two weeks prior, Nicole Cognoscenti's vibrations has been knocked askew by a grueling, Machiavellian test of her leadership qualities that had toppled a legendary Ars Magi from the heavens of hero worship and had done as much to solidify Nicole's position as the center of their group of friends as it had to make her question her place among them. In the opening days of their two week break, the Hastan girl had been spaced out and distracted, preoccupied with thoughts of her time at Nova Lux so far and the stresses of encroaching leadership to join in on the binges or breathless stories about her exams. Most of what had been whispered about Nicole's exam had come from hearsay; she said little on the subject personally. But she listened to the stories of some of the others, the feats of strength, speed, and ingenuity, and felt a little twinge of envy at how cool they all sounded. How...normal.

Nicole had always thought of herself as just a normal girl.

Enter the blessed angel Cordelia, butler to the stars, Nicole's current roommate and another potential candidate for the BISEXUAL SPACE PROGRAM. Cordy had intimate knowledge of the faces and attitudes that girls their age adopted when depressed, and had taken it upon herself to go out into some of Palmyra's more adventurous street food vendors or semi-reputable dive bars and seek out a cure for Nicole's ails. Some of the coffees she brought back were tasty and invigorating. Once she'd brought back a pizza from a small chain called Mirror World, whose claim to fame was that the pizza they served was not pizza at all, but cheese-wrapped breadsticks stuffed with sauce and toppings, which triggered Nicole's fight-or-flight instinct and for a time brought her back to her old self. But nothing quite touched the sketchy edibles that poor, faithful Cordy had brought back the other night from one of the nightclubs she'd seen Nicole return from with pamphlets. No doubt her old, wealthy patrons had partaken frequently, and Nicole wasn't about to act like a total saint herself. But if the victory of life was knowing oneself, Nicole liked to think she had won before she even left her teenage years - and one thing she knew about herself is that she did not play off being high super well. But she didn't want to be rude, and to be honest, they were kind of fun. Even when she had finally cajoled Cordy into taking one herself earlier that morning, and hadn't...seen her...since...

Hmmm. Uh oh! ...Uh oh.

Thankfully, the other girls didn't know her as well as she knew herself. So they probably thought she was still just tired. Yeaaaaaah.

"Mm? Oh. Yeaaaaaah." Nicole lifted her chin up and murmured absently at Penny and Dana, though it could have just as easily been a verbal acknowledgement of their stories as it was a response to Penny's questions. "Hey, did either of you two actually pack a swimsuit? And I mean like...a swimsuit. We gotta impress here, girls. I saw you two at the gala, I'm not the only one with something to lose on this love boat. So if you're not sure if what you brought is gonna be cute enough to be hit on, you gotta let me know right now while we have time to fix it."

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"I'm not gonna look cute enough to be hit on. Oh God. God, I gotta go." Nicole moved her thumb away from the touchscreen, gasped a little at the sudden halt to the haptic sensation of her phone, and then moved it back. She eased herself to her feet and exhaled deeply, before realization struck her that oh God, she had to be careful doing that, or she may tear the common room apart with a hurricane gale. "I gotta go now."

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"Wait, what?" is Penny's only response to being told to get a swimsuit. It takes her a second to realize her team leader is actually being serious about it.

"Wait, what do you mean get a swimsuit?! Is it swimsuit-only?!" Penny asks in confusion. "Do I look like the sort to pack a swimsuit? Or even wear a swimsuit?"

Penny's inquiries go unanswered as the Hastan girl blitzes so quickly out of the room she generates a gale even without her Elementum.

"And where would I even get a swimsuit at this time?!" Penny calls out, even though Nichole has clearly gone out of earshot.

[Assistant]
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Dana listened as Penny explained why her haunted house suggestion probably wasn't the best idea, her eyes growing wider as the bespectacled girl went on.

"Wow…" a stunned Dana said once her roommate had finished. "That must have really been somethin', huh? I mean, it totally sucks that people actually got traumatized and all," she added with a frown, before her smile returned with full force. "But now I almost wanna see it even more, y'know?!"

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"Swimsuit?" Dana echoed in slight confusion when Nicole inquired if she and Penny had packed swimwear. "Uh, yeah, I've got my usual one," she added. "But I don't really know how cute it is…" After all, Dana had never really been one for fashion, instead, simply wearing what felt comfortable. However, further discussion on the subject would have to wait, as Nicole proceeded to have something of a minor freak out before bolting out the door, leaving a not-so-small gust of wind in her wake.

"Uh, do ya think we should go after her?" Dana asked her roommate. "She looked kinda upset…"

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Penny looks at her roommate in disbelief before giving a sigh.

"Your funeral, Dana," she replies. "Don't say I didn't warn you, though..."

"I don't think 'upset' seems the right word here," Penny comments. "More like 'excited', somehow.

"But yeah, we probably should check on her...."


[System]
HistorySona, known as Sonsheeta, was born to a family which consisted of her mother, her father and her older brother Anadin. They were a well-kept family and they had high morals for the upbringing of their little girl. Even though Sona didn't exactly like this as she grew up, she followed up with her parents and the forest's rules.

From a young age, Sona was instantly attracted to the power of music and how instruments can help others, or destroy others lives. This is what encouraged Sona to sneak out her house one day and asked the eldar (who can play music very well) to teach her to play the harp. The eldar disagreed at first because of her parents, but eventually took her under his wing and started giving her harp lessons. It didn't take long for her to become a musical prodigy within the forest's borders. Everyone was proud of her for her achievement. But with this, it made her brother very jealous.

Anadin hated the fact that his baby sister was getting all the attention, he wanted all the attention and he hated his sister for that reason. So he delved into a plan to kill his parents and his sister, make himself out to be a hero and be what he always wanted to be: in the middle of everything.

On the night, his plan failed: hard. Two elves were finishing their date when they noticed Anadin setting up a fire to burn the whole place down. Anadin wasn't impressed with this so he entered the house and murdered his parents. The Eldar's guard was quickly notified when a local outcry was happening, some rushing out of their homes to burning.

Anadin almost killed Sona with his own bare hands when the guard rushed in and gravely injured Anadin, at the cost of almost losing his own arm. Anadin ran away afterwards, leaving his sister alive and well.

It didn't take long to realize that Sona really wasn't safe in the enclosed woods thanks to her brother, he seems to be stalking her every now and then. And even after a few near-death experiences because of him. She decided to tell the Eldar her fears. The only suggested that the Eldar could come up with, was that she had to leave the place; maybe she could possibly learn more about the art of music??

Sona noticed that this is something that she may need to do after all. She decided that she will leave, but she will try to visit the place frequently to tell them of her travels. Thinking that maybe her adventures will inspire her to write music, and just possibly make a few songs of her own.

It was this time during her early years of travelling, she made a bird companion who was injured, so she let the bird stay on her shoulder and named him Alto. Alto has stayed by her side ever since and they keep each other company while she is on her own.

One year, she has finally made a stop back to her birthplace, and was greeted by everyone there once more as they missed her loads. She told them of her travels and they seemed to love her stories, from entertaining in pubs to finding Alto, she felt very happy to be relaxing once more. Except at that night, her brother tried killing her once again.

He entered her place of rest that night and tried murdering her in her sleep. Sona didn't want a repeat of what happened them few years ago and had a little fight on her hands before running out of the place and went into hiding. The elves were not impressed.

Now, Sona has made her out of the village and is travelling again, where it will take her to this time. She doesn't know, all she knows is that she wants to travel with some company. And that she may not be so lucky the next time her brother finds her.
Parents: dead parents
Siblings:An alive brother named Anadrin, they hate each other and he wants to find and kill her personally
Childhood:
Adulthood: Anadin killed her parents,
Special Moments: When she bought her first harp, when the Eldar's guard protected her from her brother trying to kill her the first time
Current Events: Is currently travelling, but wants to find people to travel with, and wants to travel to find some inspiration for some music. Has no knowledge of what is happening because the forest she comes from is very secluded, and she has only started travelling again.
Relations
⚜ Crush: Her forest Elder's guard * ☯ Neutral : fellow bards in her forest : classed as rivals * ☮ Friends: the elves in her forest * ♥ N/A* ⚤ N/A * ☠ Sworn Enemy: Her brother, Anadrin
You may work out several predone relations as NPCs you control. Limit one high ranking character, minimal of one sworn enemy - all npcs are limited to base information and items within the Rp. Relations can be worked out between player character before start of Rp if you wish and added to during the Rp

Extras
Character Quote: 'If you believe it's impossible, it will be impossible' Something they say a lot or live by
Theme Song: Adrian Von Ziegler - Druidic Dreams
Aura Color: Earthy Green
Scent: Metal due to the harp, and maybe flowers?? Anything Else:

[User]
Sona Penetierre
Location: The Tavern
Interacting with: you, you, you and you! *casually pointing* xD

Sona was happy that Kyra offered her some music sheets, receiving them from the lady, she started feeling warm inside. As if they were taken care of with love instead of hatred, which is what Sona adored most about these music sheets "Oh, thankyou!" the bard exclaimed happily "I promise, I will take good care of them, don't you worry! They look so great and cool and amazing and they have been taken care of rather well." Sona kept appraising the music sheets until she noticed that Sundos was busy doing something… she best not bother him.

It was Lob that made her chuckle though: she didn't know what the hell was going on with him but he seemed to be doing well… what all Lob's done. "Oh my!" she chuckled and laughed carefully in hopes that she didn't disturb anyone that much with her laughing. She didn't want to disturb Sundos especially since her laughs can get rather loud for an Elf, but then again, she was a bard: she had to be loud anyway for her music to be expressive and heard.

Finally everyone seemed to be rearing to go, but first Sona needed to introduce herself to the people she has not exactly introduced herself to. So as she coughed lightly to stop herself from laughing some more, she walked up to Keystone and took her hand out for her introduction "Hello, sir" she greeted "my name is Sona, it is very nice to meet you" she glanced around, trying to find that other girl she saw this morning. But with her hand out towards Keystone, it was rather difficult to.

[Assistant]
Keystone
Location: Crossed Swords Inn & TavernInteracting With: Sona

Keystone looked over the comparatively smaller Sona as she extended her hand in greeting. To view the Elf up close, she appeared the type who got by on looks and personality. Not that it was necessarily a bad thing; Keystone himself had situations where he advanced his position purely because he was larger and more intimidating than the guy next to him.

All the same, when the obviously pretty Elven lady went out of her way to introduce herself, the less charismatic Keystone viewed it with suspicion. Elves, in his limited experience with the race, didn't take to him very readily. Dwarves, sure. The Sylvan Peoples, not so much. The circumstances of their meeting were such that they would be traveling companions for the next few days, introductions would come eventually anyway. However, he couldn't shake the feeling that she wanted something from him.

Wouldn't be the first time.

Keystone growled softly and looked Sona in the eyes before accepting her hand. "Name of Keystone, miss. Pugilist."

The rugged behemoth released her hand and immediately hoisted his pack onto the table, checking the straps and inspecting for damage. He noted that his new acquaintance had little equipment to speak of, despite being far into rural country and setting to a few days' outing into hostile territory.

"Miss Sona, how're you set for provisions?" his underclass accent rolled, "Food, weapons, such? You look understocked. Maybe I can help with that."

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Updates
Season: Late Fall/Early Winter
Time Of Day: Mid Morning
Weather: The air is cool, a few grey clouds are rolling in and the winds are picking up - Tut-tut, it looks like rain
General Ambiance: Sleepy
Location: Hamlet of Salarn in the region of Gorlf just south of the Orc Settlement of Yzewz
Setting: Salarn

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Kyra Altham
Location: Outside The Tavern
Interacting With: The Medieval X-Men
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 Kyra just smiled at Sona, she seemed happy to get the music sheets. At least they had finally found a home where they would be put to use in a good way instead of just as kindling if it came down to it. Gathering her things she hefted her pack onto her shoulder and picked up her bow. With a quick whistle Ash rushed over to her side and she motioned for the door.

 "Alright folks, let's get packed up and ready to head out. We have a long road ahead of us. Let's get as much of it out of the way before the rain sets in," she said as she motioned towards the clouds outside of the window.

 Stepping outside she tossed her pack into the back of Cremwise's wagon and stepped over to the merchant who was already seated up at the front with the horses reigns in his hands. He gave a smile, he was ready to go. He wasn't looking forward to having to get through the orc territory but with this group at least he stood a good chance of getting through without incident. Hopefully the orcs would just let the merchant get through without issue, they weren't military it was clear. He was even thankful for the Half-Orc; maybe that would buy them some kindness.

 Kyra knew better, Orcs and Half-Orcs did not get along. She was figuring there would be at least one or two scuffles during the trip. Maybe if they made a strong enough showing during the first it would make the orcs back off enough to get through without any others but Orcs were not known for baking down from a fight. And if they were working with the same goblins that had attacked her adopted home, it would make things even worse. This was going to be anything but an easy walk through the woods. She would have rather gone on foot alone off the main path but it wasn't like the wagon could handle the hilly terrain, if heavy rain set in on the dusty path that alone would cause some issues. Least they had a brute or two in the group to help get the wagon out of any mud problems.

 "So, how do we do this?" Cremwise asked.

 "Ash and I will scout ahead of the main group. The rest will stay with you. If anything happens, I'll signal; Lob should be able to pick up on it with his senses," she said before looking over at Lob. "Keep an ear out for me but stay with them Lob," she instructed as she pulled the hood of her mantel up and patted Ash. Unslinging her bow from her back, she knocked a bow into place and ran off through the south exit of town - the only exit and made her way along the path north until she ducked off the path and into the woods with Ash taking the lead.

[Assistant]
Lucan Cauldwell
Location: The Crossed Swords Tavern > Outside
Interacting With: The Medieval Avengers

Remaining fairly silent as the conversation continued, Lucan spent the time looking through his things and making sure they were all together and ready for the journey. He didn't have a great deal other than what was already in his pack, placing his belt and sheathe on over his armour, he shifted his head up just as Kyra called out for the group to get moving. The call to him was well past due, he was more than ready to get going and he'd been honestly looking forward to it. Moving outside, he looked over the wagon, grabbing an apple from his pack tossing the bag into it before he moved off to the stables by the tavern.

Approaching Brie, Lucan gently placed his hand on the mane of the horse as he fed her the apple. Waiting for a few moments as the horse fed on the apple, he eventually dropped the core to the ground as he hauled himself up onto Brie's back, taking the reins and moving out of the stable, back over toward the wagon just in time to see Kyra take off out of town and down the road. He didn't much care to be particularly wary or take any sort of leadership, he was there to fight if it was needed, otherwise he just planned to trot along with the wagon until they reached their destination.

As he sat atop Brie, looking over at the others, Lucan remained relatively silent, taking in their group. It was quite the odd bunch, from the half-orc to the elf bard. Looking at each of them, he imagined they would never be the kind of bunch to work together, at least they wouldn't be the kind of bunch you heard songs or stories about. In a way, Lucan was appreciative for that.

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Sona Penetierre
Location: The Tavern and then the outside world
Interacting with: you, you, you and you! *casually pointing* oh and the bird, don't forget about the bird

Sona was happy about her new music sheets, she didn't know why but it screamed her name. But that might only be because she is a simple bard with nothing else to do other than tell stories of her glorious adventures and write songs, oh and sing songs and compose the music on her delicate harp. But she was not going to let that bring her down, not at all. Her songs can also be harnessed on the battlefield to aid her allies or to harm her enemies, even if it was just to buy some time for then: she won't back down so quickly.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the bar whilst meeting Keystone. Sona's opinion of him was a rather friendly one, she has nothing hostile to say to him. Even if he was looking up and down at her clothing choice. "I am completely set. I have my trusty harp, I have my provisions, my herbs to help cure others and I have various other things. Including stuff for sewing and for hairdressing, even a flute!" Sona exclaimed this as she barraged her words quickly, one after another. "Oh, and don't worry about my clothing choice, it's perfectly simple and rather fashionable back at my forest" she noted. Coughing lightly she looked to Kyra who then told everyone to get ready, to which Sona already was ready the journey ahead. "And food, obviously. I have a bird to feed too" She gestured to Alto who was perched on her shoulder. And he tweeted rather cutely.

"Okay, time to get ready!" she nodded at Keystone before placing her harp in her satchel carrier thing and placed her hands on her hips before opening the door and heading out "I will wait for the rest of you outside!" she shouted back.


[System]
ABSTRACT: Sweethearted aristocrat-to-be (unless she has anything to say about it).

DETAIL: Maria was born to a pair of middle-class citizens who run a candy shop on the banks of the Seventh River, with their apartment on the second floor. Growing up, she learned how to make her own sweets, and even helped out in the shop from time to time. Every night, she would lie on her bed and look outside at the Wall, and try to see what had been added on since the last night. Eventually, the people she saw began to take on lives of their own in her head, and she started imagining what their lives were like, up there in the clouds, looking down at the rest of them, who surely seemed so tiny amidst the great wide majesty of the sky and the lands beyond the Wall. Unfortunately, her parents' candy shop began to go into decline, and her father, with nowhere else to go, beseeched an influential billionaire for his help. He gave it, but under one condition; that he take Maria as a wife. Naturally, this did not appeal at all to Maria or her parents, so they accepted his aid, then had Maria flee onto the Wall. She came equipped with as much candy and as many clothes as she could pack, a pad of paper and a pencil (for her sigil), and mixed emotions; she was finally going to be able to work on the Wall and see beyond it, like she'd always dreamed, but she was also being pursued by a ruthless billionaire who wanted her for a wife. Nonetheless, she won't let that dampen her good spirits, and greets everyone with a sunny smile and a piece of homemade candy.

MAGICAL INVENTORY: Maria has one sigil, which she memorized just before she left for the Wall. It turns whatever it's written on into what's essentially a mine, but instead of exploding, it emits a great burst of air, enough to propel someone several steps back or into the air briefly. Normally, this only acts as a distraction while Maria legs it, but up on the Wall, one wrong step can mean your doom.

THEME: Unidentified Flavorful Object

[User]
Otto slid aside as Ethan yanked the trolley's motor loose. The trolley shifted downwards a bit, but the emergency brake held it steady. "Strong as a forest ox, I see..." He nodded approvingly to the young man who easily doubled his old, tired strength. The trolley was swinging back and forth with the movement of several people--one of which had found the brake--and all of which seemed as startled and terrified as himself. He took a series of heavy breaths to restore oxygen to his blood flow and directed Ethan as calmly as possible,"I need that strong back again, lad. That hand brake should work as a throttle for this vessel. I need you to slowly release the lever and guide this thing down one level. I'll attend the injured folk in the cabin. Assign someone to help you, if you must. Unless someone has a better course of action, I recommend we move fast."

Otto hinged his gloved fingers on the edge of the trolley's roof and swung into the cabin, careful not to step on another passenger. Injuries didn't look likely, but scars are not always visible. "Everyone alright?"

[Assistant]
Ethan took a step back as Florence launched himself into the car. He turned to the woman with the cable. He nodded and stepped to the edge, handing her the motor. She nodded to afirm she had a good grip on it, and he let go. Ethan was then approached by the old fellow again, who needed his help lowering the car. He nodded again. If he did much more of this his head would pop off. Ethan crossed to the brake and took it in both hands. He had driven a lot of things, but a rickety old trolley was new to him. He squeezed the lever and inched it off a little bit. The trolley began to drop, very slowly.

Ethan got impatient and moved it further, and the trolley dropped down, scaring the hell out of everyone. Ethan yanked the lever back and they smashed to a halt. "Sorry everyone, it's my first time" he said, grinning. He moved it to a middle position and they lowered right on level with the next floor. He stopped the car. "This stop, infirmary and hopefully not certain death!"

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The city had never been so quiet.

You never realize how much noise you're used to until it's suddenly gone. It's strange to hear your own heartbeat, and you strain to hear something else, anything familiar and comforting. People could go mad in that sort of silence.

The trolley lurched and creaked, but it held together well enough despite the scary state of its gears. With a bit of effort by Ethan and Liam, the old trolley locked in at the first emergency landing, where an unused door was set into the side of the wall. There was no railing, very little standing room, and not much between the trolley doors and a long fall.

Ethan caught a glimpse of movement in the corner of his eye.

BAM!

Something terrible slammed into the roof; the trolley dropped a few jolted inches with the impact. The black-scaled beast stood unscathed from the dent it had made, and it scraped into the metal with its claws; it raised its ugly head and peered at Ethan with murderous, unsettlingly human eyes. With a fangy muzzled grin, it whipped the air with a scorpion's tail and tore open the roof of the trolley like it was paper.

Another one -- dark and fanged, with antlers and spikes and claws like knives -- crawled headfirst down the cables with the ease of a terrible monkey. It paused, and it took hold of Katrina's wire and gave it a powerful yank.

A noise was picking up at the top of the wall. Sounded like hissing and chattering, scratching and cackling.

The first of them skittered down the mirrored inside of the wall -- some of them fell, with wings tilted back -- some of them suckered their way down, slick as frogs. But the sight to be seen was at the top of the wall, where they all crowded up to look over the edge at the city, chittering and whistling and howling and snarling. They were a dark, monstrous mass of matted fur and dark feathers, stony scales, razored horn, putrid slime and dripping fangs -- the stuff of nightmares, terrors brought to life. Occasionally, something almost-human and heartless flashed among the teeming army, and somehow that was the most frightening of all.

Periphery was theirs for the taking.

[Assistant]
Vincent felt the trolley drop as he stared at the pink soul stone. He realized that his quick quip earlier was actually the facts. This was a soul. "Huh..." His mind wandered at what he could do with the stone. He then winced internally now wishing that he paid better attention in Father's lessons. He glanced around at the stone statues all around the area. He felt like it was a waste for so much power to be left behind, but with the Grit coming there wasn't much time to grab anything more than what was in his hand.

Vincent pocketed the stone and as he did he heard a loud bang causing the trolley to drop a bit more and he caught himself the best he could. He looked up as he heard the sound and saw all sorts of creatures climbing over the wall. He chuckled a bit madly. So much for building a wall. Maybe the Queen should have built a roof with the sky painted on the ceiling. No wall could do anything against beasties that could climb them without problems.

Vincent didn't think, he acted. He grabbed at Kat's arm and looked her in the eyes cooly. "C'mon." He dashed towards the unopened door just off the landing. He wasn't one hundred percent sure that it was an exit, but anywhere was better than standing in front of a stampede. While he was grateful for whatever moron destroyed the city, Vincent didn't want everyone to die. He attempted to open the door praying that it was unlocked.

[User]
Katrina Meyer

Smiling tightly to the blonde gentleman (every muscle in her was clenching, like they were bracing for impact- they still haven't messaged back. Why would they leave it so long?- which made it hard to smile properly), Kat kneeled down and tied her end of the cable to the motor, setting it on the floor. She kneeled down and kept her hand on the motor, steadying it, as they began to move. She breathed a sigh of relief- the wire unwound smoothly from the reel with little resistance, and the motor seemed to be heavy enough to pull out the wire with its own inertia without sliding.

Kat stayed quiet on the move down; she felt a little rude doing so, but the truth was her mind was whirling, trying to analyse the possible things that could have happened to her siblings from every angle, which ones were more likely and less likely, how she would be able to help them. And yet, as she did this she felt her head thudding against her ribcage, and the quiet voice in the back of her head got louder and louder. Every heartbeat without a response means it's more likely they're not saying anything because they've been hurt. Or worse.

Still, she looked around the trolley as they juddered down (Kat was reasonably confident the trolley would hold up, so the rickety setup was no cause for worry), and if anyone caught her eye she tried to offer a comforting smile in their direction.

BAM!

It took a couple of seconds for the Grit to register to Kat, so lost was she in her own thoughts. And, for a few seconds, looking around the trolley at the grotesque, inexplicable monsters was almost a relief. There's no way this can be happening. I must be dreaming.

She found herself looking in to the eyes of a bizarre fanged Grit with every viable surface ending in some kind of point- a claw, an antler, a spike, as it crawled towards her. The threat to her life this represented seemed vague and fuzzy, like she was watching a LiveIt™ move on her tech-specs. Must be so awkward, being all spikes? You'd destroy the upholstery of any car. Also you'd be so unpopular in a cramped club.

The creature stopped, paused to look at the wire linking her motor and the other side of the wall, and yanked. It's strength was incredible- the motor flipped up and shot out the side of the trolley, punching a hole through one of the windows. Kat, more by instinct than any conscious decision, had moved her hands out the way as soon as the monster had reached down, but still had to duck out the way as the motor went flying past her head. Fortunately, she had anticipating something like this may have happened were the wire to run out, and so she had ensured no-one else was in harm's way when setting the motor down.

Turning back, she looked back to beyond the wall, covered in Grit of so many different shapes, sizes, colours and forms it reminded her of a densely wired circuit board. It was almost entrancing, to watch them move about.

Well, I guess no-one on the other side is going to be dragging this thing back anyway. She thought, absently.

Suddenly, a hard grip on her left arm bought her back to reality. Sounds, smells and the shaking of the trolley which had previously felt so far away suddenly came into sharp focus. Turning, she saw Vincent, looking her in the eyes cooly. He's dealing with this much better than me.

"C'mon."

Before she even had a chance to nod in agreement, or protest, she was being dragged along as Vincent dashed towards an unopened door just off the landing. Reaching it, he attempted to open it- and it swung open immediately, revealing a pitch- black interior.

Her tech-specs had night vision, but she didn't want to drain the battery any more than she was already doing whilst tracking the location of her siblings. Taking them off and putting them in a jacket pocket, she clasped her palms together, lifting her hands to her lips as if in prayer.

Theo, Katrin, Jakob… I'll get through this, and then I'll come find you. Please wait for me. Please don't be dead.

Releasing her hands, the sigil of light on her right hand began to glow. It didn't produce much light from a distance, but it was enough to dimly illuminate the features of the room in front of them. Holding it out in front of herself and Vincent, Kat quickly looked over her shoulder at the others as she ran inside.

"This way!"

[Assistant]
The ride down in the trolley was slow and silent, save for the grinding of the trolley against the wire it rode on. Maria sat against a wall, the puffiness of her jacket making it very comfortable, which was why she had brought it. Seeing how strung-out the skinny man next to her was, she unzipped a pocket and removed a small, pink hard candy, with translucent pink wrapping paper. "Candy? It's homemade. Passion fruit flavor!" She said to him with a smile.

Whether he took it or not, Maria settled down in her corner. Her jacket felt like a blanket being wrapped around her, and she gradually dropped off into a light doze.

BAM!

Maria shrieked as her eyes flew wide open. For a moment, she wasn't really able to process what she was seeing; then the fact that she was staring at a huge, bestial monster, at a Grit, a Grit who was staring back at her, hit home. Instinctively, she whipped out her notepad and pencil, and wrote down what she liked to call her "Air Mine" sigil, which was three wavy lines surrounded by a circle. She thrust the sigil into the face of the Grit on the ceiling, causing the sigil to emit a blast of air directly into its face. Whatever the results, Maria took whatever time she had to shout "Run!" and sprint as fast as she could after Kat and Vincent. "Wait for me, guys!" A faint crackling could be heard as she ran from the elevator, though it quickly faded from hearing.


[System]
Introducing... the pilot/slicer/face of the team!
Age: 25
Race: Human
Skills:
-Exceptional Pilot
-Skilled Starship Mechanic(But if it isn't a spaceship he doesn't know)
-Charismatic
-Good with computer systems
-Trained with a blaster(Not exceptional)
-Sabaac Player
Weaknesses:
-Melee Combat
-Long range (100m+) Combat
-Really likes money
-Wanted by major crime lord(Tyber Zann)
-Obsessivly attached to his trench coat and ship

Equipment:
-Chest armour is old Clone armour painted black.
-Goggles have thermal and night vision settings, can also display a hud.
-2x Renegade Heavy Blaster Pistols (One on each hip)
-1x DC17 pistol (attached to right boot and typically set to stun as neither heavy blaster has a stun setting)
-1x Blaster Caribe
-1x Consular Class Cruiser(Clone wars retrofit, painted black and heavily modded for speed + 4 concussion missile launchers)

History:

This is the rough basis of his life-

-Corellian born, son of a CEC Engineer.
-Joined CEC at 18 to assist with testing ships where he gained most of his pilot skills.
-Wanted to do more, stole a ship and left family behind.
-Began smuggling for Tyber Zann
-Got the Nightfury
-Pirates ambushed meeting point between himself and another transport, they stole the cargo from the other transport (Before it had been loaded on the Nightfury) opposing captain told Tyber Zann that Wells had set them up.
-On the run from Tyber Zann
-Saves a bounty hunters life, Tor Maximus, teams up.
-Gets the call to go to a remote station within the corporate sector.

[User]
The man with green eyes just shook his head, after raising an eyebrow at the exchange between Corminna and Tor. "The guards who volunteered to remain or even return to the surface of Belona have no control over the shield. Though they do have my respect for being stuck on a world full of convicts, and from the reports they have created some... semblence of order. Though for all we know that could mean anything from that prisoners aren't just instantly killed to a utopian society." He shrugged. "You can't rely on using him to get through the shield, however if you feel that he will help you obtain your objective or even escape... I won't dispute you using him." He then turned to Sirka.

"No-ones really sure who it belongs too, the Corporate Sector transfer funds out to dump prisoners on it and the Imperials do too. However the ships in orbit are old Separatist warships presumably to remove any chance of bribery being used. You can't exactly go ahead and bribe most droids. In terms of your package... getting to her is one problem. Getting her to come back is another problem. She may not be entirely willing, and I'd prefer it if you didn't beat her up. She'll probably be getting frail and fragile in her old age." He shrugged. "I'll send details to you when you arrive in orbit above Belona." A Wookie walked into the room, with one briefcase for everyone and handed them over. "Two million credits in advanced payment." He turned to walk out the room, turning around as he reached the door. "I hope to see you soon."

Tony just shrugged as the man left, and moved up the ramp and stood in the middle and raised his arms to stop anyone boarding. "House rules, you get the rooms you're given. You don't touch or go near engineering and leave my shit alone. If you can do that, we'll get along fine. As Tors going to go help our latest arrival move her stuff-" Tony nodded to Sirka and Dazan. "You two come with me, I'll get you settled."

[Assistant]
Sirka looked down at her case almost in disbelief as she cracked it open slightly to peer inside. She had known going into this what kind of credits these employers would be offering, but to actually have such a large sum in her hands brought it all into reality. The amount they were paying seemed too good to be true, but she could see for herself how true it really was. And this was only the advanced payment.

"Two million credits." Sirka began, giving a slight huff as she closed up her case. "I guess this really is happening. It's an awful bold move giving a buch of mercenaries a two million down payment on their services. Luckily for them, I realize that anyone who can give out ten million credits in advance payments is not someone you want to anger. "

As Sirka was stepping up onto the ramp, Tony started explaining his rules for his ship. While Sirka would do pretty much anything for the credits she was being paid, it was nice to hear that she wouldn't have to put up with anything ridiculous on the way. "Yeah, yeah, I'll follow your rules...or maybe just pay you a few hundred thousand credits to do whatever I want, depends on my mood." She said with a slight chuckle. "Anyway, just put me somewhere with enough space for me to lay down and I won't have a reason to complain. I'm from Nar Shaddaa, so it's not like I'm high-maintenance."

[User]
"I'm not one to be an errand boy, but for you miss I would punch my way through a stampede of reeks and trust me its a lot harder than it sounds." Tor said wit a smirk before running off to Bay 3. He was gone no more than 10 minutes before he was seen toting a large gray trunk over on his shoulder. The container was quite large and an impressive feat for one man to carry in such a manner, however Tor was a very strong individual. He was always boasting to people about his strength and the fact he beat a Wookiee in an arm wrestling contest. He headed up the Nightfury's ramp. "You can follow me ner (my) cyar'ika (sweetheart) I'll show you to your quarters." Tor said panting slightly.

Tor lead her to the cabins on board the ship near the bridge. Most of the rooms were vacant since only Tor and Tony used two of the many they had. He led her to a room that had a feminine aspect to it in décor, except it had weapon racks, armor statue, and a computer with hundreds of weapon, armor, and gadget designs on it. "This is my niece's room when she comes aboard when bounty hunting season is high. She is quite the little merciless little hunter, feel free to use her racks and computer and everything else really."

[Assistant]
Tony walked into the ship flanked by the reptile. He hit a key opening a door which opened into one of the bedrooms. "It isn't exactly made for a member of your species but we can retrofit the bed to however it is that you sleep so that you can rest comfortably, you should be able to fit the rest of your things in the room anyway." He leaned back looking at Tor as he guided the female companion into the ship. "Yeah and the computer isn't networked into any of the ships systems if you have any idea. Also your niece is 19, she isn't as little anymore." He felt like adding an aside, though he felt that would be pushing his luck especially with a Mandalorian. He pointed to the room next door "That ones yours Mr.Other person." He shrugged.

"I guess I'll need to power up the ship and get us on our way." He looked at Tor. "If you want to show our friends to the firing range and the armory if they're interested I'll go get us set off on our next adventure in space. Recovering a prisoner from Belona, who we won't know the identity off until we get there... though the money is good. I like the money, the money is good." He turned to the right and headed for the cockpit where he sat down and began flicking switches, the first off which was to raise the ramp before powering up the ships repulsors, lifting the ship gently off the floor of the landing bay and turn turning out into space. As the engines ignited in a blue flare the ship rocketed off out of the station. He turned to his astromech. "Lay in a course for Belona." There were a couple of long toned tweedles. "Yes you can meet our guests-" The droid began to turn. "Once we're safely in hyperspace. Set a course for Belona."

Another set of chirps eminated from the droid. "Hey, I heard that. Just do as you're told."

[User]
As expected, Sirka's room wasn't really designed for someone of her size, but she could manage. As the Human had said, they could figure something out along the way. Besides, just looking around the ship at all of the exposed wires, it wasn't like these guys cared about the looks of their ship; they wanted function. Respectable, in Sirka's eyes.

Sirka wasted no time in making herself at home in her room. There were compartments large enough to hold her heavy repeater if she packed it properly, but she elected to keep it propped up against her bed regardless. If it was needed, she liked to be able to know exactly where it was and to be able to grab it quickly. The same was true of her E-11, which she pulled from its holster and slid underneath her pillow, though its holster, and all of her other bandoliers and other belongings she was fine with putting away in the storage compartments. For the moment, she packed away the case full of credits as well, but she did not like the idea of just keeping it in her room. Honestly, she didn't know how to deal with all of that money, but it seemed like a bad idea to keep it all in one spot, in or out of a bank. It would probably be a good idea to spread it around in different places, though she would need to do some research on how exactly to do it all. For the moment, she at least wanted to see if this ship had any hidden compartments she could use.

Once she had found a place for all of her belongings, Sirka stepped out of her room to find one of the others, not really caring who it was. This ship, the Nightfury, was large, but she couldn't just avoid everyone else for the duration of the mission. As such, she might as well try to talk to them, or at least learn all of their names. Tor and the Human woman were the first people she came across, so she figured they were as good a place as any to start. She leaned up against the door frame of the room with her arms crossed. "So, how long's it going to take to get to this 'Belona'? I guess we should at least all get introduced or something. Name's Sirka'ith. I'm from Nar Shaddaa, and no I wasn't hatched or raised there, but I'll be in my grave before I call Lwhekk my home."

[Assistant]
Tor huffed as Tony pointed out his niece wasn't all that little. "She may be 19 but she will always be my dala'ika (little girl) to me!" Tor shouted at Tony. She was in fact very mature for her age, having to babysit her uncle more so than vice versa when they went on hunts together. However Tony was off on his way to set their destination to Belona and he could feel the ship lift off and move through the atmosphere and eventually away from the planet. The gargantuan lizard made its way over to Tor and hopefully soon to be girlfriend if he was smooth enough to pick her up. It finally introduced itself to him in a polite manner, Tor figured she either wanted to get greetings out of the way or realized they would be stuck with each other a long time.

"It shouldn't be too long to Belona, Tony has modified the Nightfury to be incredibly fast for its size, faster than a blockade runner at least. I would say it could almost give the Millennium Falcon a run for its money, but ship specifics, hyper drive engines, and all that is my vod (brother's) department." Tor explained answering Sirka'ith's first question. "I am Tor Maximus, Chieftain of the noble Maximus clan of Mandalore. I have many places I call home, but Mandalore is where I am most drawn to protect."

[User]
Sirka looked around at the walls around her as Tor was describing the ship. "Hmm, looks like you pulled it out of a junkyard, but as long as it's got it where it counts. I was never one for looks, it's all about how it performs. Goes for pretty much anything, really." She commented.

Turning her gaze to the human woman, Sirka sized her up and flicked out her scent tongues to get a sense of her and Tor's mood. The fact that she was late to even show up might not reflect well on her, but then again, it wasn't like Sirka hadn't done the same thing in the past. Depending on if she was busy, distracted, or drinking, getting to meetings on time might not seem all that important. She didn't look to be equipped for heavy combat, so Sirka guessed her skills lay elsewhere. For a prison break, Sirka guessed that they would need a lot of different kinds of skills, though that meant herself and probably Tor would have to pick up their slack in a straight up fight. From the way she manipulated Tor as soon as she met him, Sirka guessed that seduction was perfectly within what she was willing to do, which could be useful. Of course, their introduction also revealed that Tor was particularly weak to seduction, so she would need to keep an eye on him when they ran into any females that could be working against them.

[Assistant]
Tony leaned against the wall in the hallway. He then tapped the ships hall with his knuckle twice. "I think you will find I did not find her in a junkyard, I found her as a shipwreck and then managed to convince an old boss to give her too me. Also just because I don't tidy up doesn't make it junk. She'll give a ship a fraction of her size a run for her money. I've outrun TIES in this thing, and those buggers make up for lack of shielding in speed and manueverability." he looked into the room nodding at Tors new toy, or was Tor her new toy?

"If you guys are really wanting to get all chummy if we're going to be doing some missions together all you need to know is this ships my baby, my names Tony and I'm a slicer and ship mechanic. If you want anything else you go to Tor he does the guns and the vehicles and thinks he's a good pilot but last time I saw him use his jetpack I needed to save his ass on the same day he tried to collect a bounty on my head." He shook his head. "I'm sure it was so embarassing, before we left a couple of kids called him Falling man I found it quite amusing."


[System]
Age: 38

Gender: Male

Appearance: A tall smiling man with bushy brown hair and a short beard, both of which are just starting to show a little dignified grey. He wears a long white coat, crisp white pants, and a tall white hat. Each one of these has been covered in various children drawings in crayon, of multiple colors. These drawings range from crude people, to animals, to cars and such. Under the coat is a read dress shirt with a bow tie. His shes are black and meticulously shined.

Stand name: 「 Ｒａｉｎｂｏｗ Ｃｏｎｎｅｃｔｉｏｎ 」

Stand ability: Rainbow Connection, if it touches living things, can connect them with an indestructible rainbow tether. This tether does not bind, and will stretch easily to keep the two connected so long as they are within the stands range. While connected via the tether each will perceive the world as filtered and distorted through the lens of the others imagination. For example: if one of them would think that someone was dangerous the other person might perceive them as some horrible monster. Each persons biases and beliefs would be made "real" in the others perceived reality.

Stand appearance: Rainbow connection is a short, bipedal, frog like stand painted in a garish rainbow pattern. The frogs cheeks are puffed out and round. On each limb it only has three fingers of toes, and a similar ball to its cheeks rests on the end of each one.

Weapon: None.

Personality: A flighty, impulsive man who sees it as his duty to educate and pass on knowledge to the next generation. A man of seemingly infinite good humor who strives to see the good in all others even to his detriment. A curious man, who would endanger himself just for the sake of discovering something interesting. A compassionate man, who would stop to help anyone in need. James belies that any problem could be solved by having a sit down with your opposite and having a deep, in depth discussion about the problem. He is stubborn in this belief, and can come off as preachy about it and other things that ruffle his feathers. What drives him is the wish to Ｕｎｄｅｒｓｔａｎｄ. Understand people, understand the world, and understand the cause and meaning behind events. This understanding is the most important thing, in his mind, the should be passed on.

Bio: James is a popular and famous children show host, currently on a world tour for his show. They were supposed to stop in Tokyo but were delayed while passing through Izayoi and James fell in love with the city's culture and vast array of solar panels. He insisted, against executive decision, that they stop and shoot a short segment here.

Stats:

Destructive power: E
Speed: B
Range: C
Durability: C
Precision: B

What is courage?:
To become one with fear itself

[User]
Izayoi City - Ram Jam

"Hmm?" Ramika vocalized, not quite grasping the situation. Lunatic dressed in yellow? What was he talking about? Was this some sort of comedy routine? If so, it wasn't very funny, faking being in trouble like that. She'd fallen for that one more than once with some of the bullies and delinquents from her school trying to lure her into a trap by telling her someone was in trouble and that she needed to go save them. She hadn't been hurt yet, but her dad was starting to worry about her with how often it seemed like she jumped into trouble.

She looked down at the kid from her considerable height (for a Japanese schoolgirl, at least). He did look pretty distressed, though. And he was a tiny thing. Really girly and feminine, unlike the tomboyish Ramika. He looked like the type to get picked on. Wait, was he a foreigner? He looked like one, and he wasn't even half like Ramika. It was possible that he was just visiting or had only been living here for a short time, so he didn't know anything about the criminal element or who to avoid. That means... was he being chased by the mob? She'd heard rumors of a legendary color gang in Tokyo called the Yellow Scarves. Was that what he meant by a lunatic dressed in yellow? Oh no! What would happen if they caught him? Would he be beaten? Tortured? Killed? Worse?!

"Who's 'after you'? Is he trying to hurt you?"

But it was too late. Ramika's mind was racing with the possibilities. She had to help him now! Before it was too late! That's why when she saw a guy wearing yellow running towards them from the alleyway across the street, she immediately launched into a flying kick and rammed the soles of her cowboy boots right into his nose, kicking him with her spurs. The guy went flying, blood trailing out of his nose, and Ramika turned to Tommy, almost in a panic.

"Are you alright? Are you hurt at all? Is that the guy who was chasing you?"

[Assistant]
Izayoi City - Goichi Goethe

Goichi stalked down the street with his hands in his pockets, eyes downcast. His jacket fluttered around him in the oppressive breeze, it was too damn hot to keep the thing buttoned up but not quite hot enough to abandon his wardrobe for practicality's sake. He was wandering around Izayoi aimlessly. It was too early to go out drinking and keep anything resembling his self respect but it wasn't as if he had any other ideas. Who would have thought that a 22 year old Egyptology major would find himself unemployed and shiftless in the middle of Japan? If he had more foresight he may have picked a different career path, one that may have given him a future or at least something to do during the day. Instead he kept on trudging along down the road. Maybe he'd head down to the local book store. The new volume of the Kamen Rider: Prism manga had just came out. That would at least keep him busy for the day.

His idle thoughts were crushed when a young lad sprinted past him calling out for help, an odd fellow in yellow desperately trying to keep pace. It took him a moment to wrap his brain around what was happening. Another to react. He threw his ruminations from his mind and narrowed his focus on the fleeing boy. He wasn't just going to let some jerk dressed like a lemon do... whatever it was he planned to do to him, so instead he kicked his massive frame into high gear and started sprinting after the pair.

The yellow man had quite the lead on Goichi and at one point he nearly lost him. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the yellow man run down an alleyway and followed suit. He ducked his head low putting all of his energy into a sprint and clenched his fists, ready to deliver a devastating Haymaker to the lemon guy's face.
 "This is what you get for picking on the little guy you motherfu-"

 He brought his fist up and began to swing only to find that the lemon man wasn't standing where he thought he was. Instead he was on his back and on top of him was a girl, a girl whose face was rapidly approaching his huge fist. He immediately dug his heels into the ground trying desperately trying to stop himself. He succeeded...sort of...the momentum of his body causing him to tumble forward and skid to a rest at the girl's feet in a heap of sequins and leather.

 "I-I c-came to help" he groaned.

[User]
Izayoi City - Tommy Sparks

"Who's 'after you'? Is he trying to hurt you?"

They must have still been inside the arcade while it happened taking a deep breath Tommy started to answer "The guy tha-"

BAM! The shooter girl launched herself over his shoulder when he heard a thud of a body hitting the pavement, Tommy turned on the spot and saw the yellow man crumpled to the ground.

"Are you alright? Are you hurt at all? Is that the guy who was chasing you?" the girl looked panicked and genuinely concerned for him. Her utter concern over Tommy made him blush for the second time that day. It also made him feel that he probably should omit the part where he was at fault. Then a large man tumbled to the girl's feet saying that he was there to help.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine. He's definitely the one chasing me, banana looking jerk." mumbling under his breath "Call me a girl? Crazy person!" looking down at the man on the ground Tommy appreciated the man's sentiment, if not the result.

"Thank you and sorry for your... trouble?" turning his attention back to his savior "Thanks again, but it's probably best to not be here when he wakes up." After a small awkward silence he realised he was probably being rude.

"Oh! I'm Tommy, I uhhh don't have much to thank you with. I have a can of this passionfruit drink, I'd be careful though it's all shook up from my running," handing the can to the shooter girl, Tommy leaned down and tried to help his attempted savior up.
Tommy soon realised that he wasn't able to budge him in the slightest. Hearing the yellow man moaning Tommy shot to his feet and looked like a deer caught in headlights.

"Can we please continue this conversation somewhere not here?"

[Assistant]
Izayoi City - Yosuke Tsukino

A lot of stuff happened really fast.

As soon as Yosuke asked Tommy about the situation, that Shooter girl bolted at someone in yellow, the presumed attacker. With a quick jump, she kicked the guy in the face! Yosuke was one who always tried to be at least decently quick to act, but this was why he second guessed himself. That could have been a completely different person than who the boy was talking about! And she just wrecked his day without a second thought! This lapse in judgement indeed did incur some consequence, at least for another person, who fell down because the target he was aiming for had just been knocked down. There it was again, more wierdly dressed people. This guy looked western too, but a much older western. Something around... 19th century? Unimportant.

The girl sounded very scared, betraying the fact that she had just dropped that dude without any trouble. He assumed her main concern was that she had hit the wrong person, considering that came up in her rapid fire questioning. Somehow, that was the right person it seemed. He thanked the both of them for their troubles and suggested they leave, before giving his soda too the girl. Sweet. He made the attempt to lift up the other guy, but he didn't budge. Probably because Tommy wasn't muscle-y, but Military Man was very, very muscle-y.

Then it was revealed the bananaman wasn't quite knocked out yet. Tommy, once again suggested leaving. Yosuke couldn't have agreed more. "Yeah, let's get outta here." Yosuke said, hopefully grabbing everyone's attention. "Me an' YoYo were gonna grab some food anyways. Let's split." Yukari said, grabbing the hand of Tommy and trying to dragging him in the direction of her favorite place to chow down: Chau's Cafe. It was a nice place, some not overpriced food that tasted decently. Plus they almost always had outdoor seating. But that was enough about that, Yukari called him his stupid nickname in front of these cool new people! "My name's actually Yosuke, by the way. Only dumb, silly people who wanna get punched say 'YoYo'." He explained, adding some proverbial venom to 'YoYo' to show his disdain for the joke. "You guys, follow if you don't want that douche charging after you." Yosuke offered to the two not being dragged along by his friend, slipping into an alley behind the arcade.

[User]
Izayoi City - James Maury

Frank tapped the steering wheel of their rental car in annoyance, the full blast of the air conditioner barely holding steady in its war with the heat outside, ever attempting to push its way into the car. He was annoyed at this hot ass city. He was annoyed by the glare of the buildings. He was annoyed at the guy sitting in the back seat who had insisted that this city was, quote, "a unique treasure to be experienced by those all over the world." He was annoyed that he had to hold his tongue around this person. He was full to bursting with complaints, every one of them valid, but he couldn't air them before this man because he'd somehow feel guilty about it later. So Frank sat there and stewed, anger building and building, just waiting for something to uncap it.

Then what looked like a teenage girl ran in front of the car. He slammed his food down on the breaks, sounding the horn as the kid disappeared into the crowed with some yellow bastard hot on her heels!

"WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING YOU STUPID LITTLE SH-" He exploded, yelling through the closed window. He wasn't allowed to finish his thought, however. He felt an arm reach around from the back seat, a finger press silently to his lips, and a voice modify his thought into a gentle "Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

He glanced over into the face of James Maury, mere inches from his own, a look of peace plastered across it. "Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." He repeated, before smiling. "Pull over, please?"

"There's, uhhh, there's nowhere too Mr. Maury." Frank, a little bit embarrassed.

James quirked up at this, looking around as though for the first time. "So there isn't." He said, spying the dearth of public parking. "I suppose things are very different in Japan, aren't they? In America you'd be able to pull into any random lot in front of a store. But here you just walk places. Very nice exorcize."

"Suppose you'll just have to circle around then, if you'd be so kind." James said suddenly before pulling away and bounding out the back door. He would have argued, but already people were lined up and honking behind him. With a exaggerated groan, he pulled away down the street.

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James progressed after the pair as something between a jog and a run, hands planted firmly in his pockets as he bounded after them. This sort of confrontational situation, he thought, could be averted easily with the addition of a cool head. Cooler heads, after all. always prevailed. Besides which, he was curious. He had been watching their interactions out the window as he'd daydreamed, fascinated by the exchange of body language until one had kicked the other in the unmentionables and run off. He wanted to know what harsh words had lead to this situation. Where these people friends, or strangers? Was this a planned meeting, or the wild machinations of fate?

He followed their backs around corners at his own pace, just catching glimpses of them until finally reaching the front of the arcade again. Just in time to behold sudden violence. The yellow man went flying back and collapsed in a heap. While everyone was concerned over the young man he decided to check on the groaning ruffian as he came to his senses and listen to the conversation going on over there. So, this man on the ground had been the aggressor.

"I think not yet, young man." He called over to the little group. "If there's conversation to be had, this ruffian is a part of it. At the very least he owes you an apology for his rude behavior." He looks down at the still addled man, shaking his head and clicking his tongue. "Leaving things like this only means there will be hard feeling in the future. Lingering resentment can lead to terrible things."


[System]
Raymond "Ray" Mendoza

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Character Summary
Aliases: Ray, Daddy (By Anastasia)
Age: 36
Birthday: September 30th
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Birth Place: San Antonio, Texas
Location: El Paso, Texas
Gender: Male
Major/Minor: Journalism
Occupation: Investigative Reporter
Languages: English & Spanish (Fluent)

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Appearance
Height: 5'6
Weight: 136lbs
Build: Lean with slight muscles
Eyes: Light Brown
Hair: Dark Brown
Skin Tone: Light
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: None

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Psychology
Caring * Self Centered * Protective * Arrogant

Sexuality: Straight
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: When you first meet Ray he may come off as an arrogant kind of person and self centered but once you do get to know him Ray is a very caring person and also has been known to make witty comments every now and then. Those he is close with Raymond is very loyal to and would do anything to protect them and make them happy. He is slowly trying to amend things with Kellie and his baby girl Anastasia since he has been reunited with them and he would do absolutely anything to keep the two of them safe even if it means he would lose his life for them.

Raymond is also very good at what he does and is easy to get onto a person's good side. Raymond is good when he sees someone is lying to them whenever they do, he has been known to call out on those who lie or are hiding something from him. Raymond is also a very calm person most of the time, but when it comes to Kellie and Ana or if the two of them are in trouble he will become easily stressed and wishes to never see the two of them harmed.
Habits: His eyes twitch whenever he is lying or hiding something, when stressed out Ray tends to pull at his hair, and when he is annoyed he will rub the bridge of his nose
Hobbies: Music, reading news articles, football and hockey.
Fears:
* Loosing Kellie
* Loosing Anastasia
* Dogs

Likes:
* Sports
* Guitars
* Kellie
* Anastasia
* Muscle Cars
* Beer

Dislikes:
* Dogs
* People who abuse power
* Compulsive liars
* Loud noises
* Violence
* Guns

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Cards On The Table
Pre Outbreak Skills:

* Knowing human behavior
* Social psychology
* Lock picking
* Hunting
* Stealth

Post Outbreak Skills:

* Rifles
* Machetes
* Wilderness Survival
* Water purification
* Knives

Current Supplies:
* Leather Jacket, Brown Tshirt, leather belt, black jeans & Black leather boots.
* Machete
* AK-47
* One clip for AK-47
* One clip for AK-47
* 1911 Handgun
* One clip for 1911
* One Clip for 1911
* One bottle of water
* Backpack

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History
Your First Walker Encounter: Raymond was investigating into a story that a contact of his had given him for one of his stories he had been working on for a local news station in El Paso Texas. Which was a corrupt city official stealing water from the city as well as money, he had snuck into the man's house as he did this Raymond started to search around the house until he made his way to the upper floor of the mansion he lived in. As Raymond explored the upper floor he started to notice that things had been toppled over, and a huge mess of papers, books, glass and other things were strewn across the floor.

When Raymond entered the bedroom he noticed a woman on top of the city official, and then he could see the blood all over the floor Raymond quickly took out his camera and took a picture. What he didn't realize was that he had the flash still on which the woman's attention turned towards Ray. He saw the blood all over her face and slowly started to stumble its way closer towards him, getting freaked out Raymond started backing away until he fell backwards. The infected woman started getting closer Raymond tried to talk to her but didn't get any words from her. Then he felt he was in danger, Raymond quickly reached for a blunt object, when she was upon him Ray quickly whacked the girl over the head causing the woman to fall. Completely freaked out Raymond ran out of the house and made his way back to the car and drove as far away as he could.

History Before Outbreak: Raymond was born as an only child, Ray's father Antonio was an immigrant from Parral Mexico he moved from Mexico to live in the US and got citizenship. That's when Raymond's father met Anastasia Raymond's father, Ray's father ended up becoming a police officer, while Ray's mother worked as an elementary school teacher. Living a rather normal life Raymond had made quiet a lot of friends in high school, he got good grades in school and rarely ever got into trouble. When Ray got to high school he joined his school's news paper club and even did some high school news, which he enjoyed it quiet a lot and eventually decided to become an journalist. Raymond eventually also started to take up Tae Kwon Do classes his father wanted him to learn some self defense.

Shortly after Ray graduated high school Ray decided to go into college to pursue his career in journalism he then moved out to Amarillo Texas. Raymond's college life was fairly normal and he enjoyed his time there nothing interesting had happened, he eventually got a job as a journalist for Amarillo's local news station during his career as an investigative journalist he eventually learned how to pick locks to try and break into buildings to try and get information for his stories. Shortly after getting a call from his father, he had heard the bad news his mother was diagnosed with cancer. Ray was very close to his mother, he would stop by at a local flouriest shop where he had met Kellie who would eventually become his girlfriend as well as the mother of his daughter. The two started to talk and hang out, which eventually turned into a romance and the two started dating.

Sadly Ray's mother ended up dying from her illness, he took it hard and started to be consumed by his work he found out that Kellie was pregnant. Raymond lied to her and said that work was way more important to him, he eventually moved on from her, much to how he wanted Ray didn't think of himself being a good father and decided to try and move on.

History Since Outbreak: After what had happened that night in El Paso Ray decided he had enough and quickly tried to make his way back towards Amarillo where he knew that Kellie was still living there. Of course as he was trying to leave the city of El Paso things suddenly started to become worse. The city's power was shut off, and then the military and police started blockading the city and put up safe zones where Raymond was forced to stay in. Raymond couldn't get out he stayed there for several days until the military couldn't contain the dead in the city any longer, and when he had the opportunity Raymond took it and stole a car and bashed through the gates.

It would be several more days avoiding as many people as possible, after what he witnessed in El Paso Ray eventually made it to Amarillo and tried to look for Kellie even checking her shop. When he couldn't find her he thought either she made it out or the worse, Raymond started to travel east. He eventually found a group that he stuck with, he became a recruiter seeing whoever they came across would fit of course this group didn't last long. The group he was apart of never stayed in one place for to long, and when they heard of walls Ray's group were suspicious due to past experiences two years ago. They slowly one by one lost more and more people until they made it to Hoover Alabama where the last of Ray's group eventually were killed off by a horde. Leaving Ray alone by himself, Raymond continued to travel east alone when he finally came to Columbus Georgia a year later.

While searching for supplies Raymond one night he could see a fire in the distance being desperate for food and hungry he spotted her, Kellie someone he didn't think he would ever see again. He was shocked to see her still alive, then he could see the little girl sleeping he understood why she wanted to keep her distanced from him and couldn't blame him. But he wanted to help, and hopefully rebuild the trust with Kellie and try and start anew. Raymond started to teach Kellie how to shoot both a handgun and a rifle, and since then the three of them have been traveling together ever since.

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Extras
Character Quote: "Protecting, and being there for you family are the most important, and the ones you rely on the most."
Theme Song: Stand Up - Bush
How Many Walkers Have You Killed: "Honestly? I don't even remember anymore lets just say to many to count."
How Many People Have You Killed: "Three."
Why: "Because they were going to kill me, and I had to defend myself."
Anything Else: Darker Than Black.

*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy.

[User]
Whileshe walked through her shop, she heard him answering her questions. He asked questions too and that made her even more curious about him. She smiled and laid the flowers on her work table. "Kellie, nice to meet you"she said and shook his hand. She waited a second and then started working on his flowers.

"Would it sound cocky if I say I rather work alone? A employee is someone that you must keep a eye on.. See if they respect the flowers, see if they put enough effort in their work and if they treat costumers nicely" she said. While she talked, her hands almost flew over her work table. She unpacked the flowers from their plastic wrapper, diagonally cutted the bottoms of the stem and started to combine the flowers together.

She looked at him and once she was done she showed him the bouquet. "What do you think of this?" she asked. She hoped he would like it.

[Assistant]
Ray smiled at Kellie as she shook his hand which felt soft to the touch as he followed her along the store until they were at the counter once more. He watched as she started to cut the bottoms off of the flowers and started to put them into the bouquet, which was very beautiful Ray knew that his mother would really like it. "Looks perfect she would really like this." Raymond said as his eyes went and met Kellie's for a moment.

"I could understand that, working with others is a bit of a pain." Ray said with a light laugh as he thought for a moment and wondered if she was dating anyone or not. "I was going to get some coffee, would you like some?" Ray asked looking over at Kellie for a moment he wanted to get to know the woman a little bit better. "That's if you aren't busy that is." Raymond said.

[User]
Kellie gave him the bouquet. When their eyes met, she felt a light blush running over her cheeks but she didn't want to look away. She smiled when he said something about coffee and secretlyshe was curious about why he wanted to have this coffee with her.

She thought for a moment as she cleaned up the counter. "Coffee sounds good, I can close the shop for a little moment. That's no problem" she said and looked at the clock. "Flowers are costing you nothing by the way" she said. She walked to the back and in a minute she came back with a jacket and a little wooden sign.

She wrote down something on it and grabbed her keys, which were laying next to the register. "Ready when you are sir Raymond" she said with a little giggle.

[Assistant]
Raymond smiled when Kellie agreed to go out for some coffee, he knew a good coffee place a few blocks away. "Well at least let me pay for your drink then." Ray said with a smile as she watched Kellie turn around and headed out back for a moment. He waited for a little bit until Kellie came back carrying a small wooden sign.

"I know a nice place just down the street." Ray said as he turned and started out of the shop, he waited for a little bit until Kellie was done closing up the store. And started to make his way down the sidewalk he looked back at her and gave her a slight smile, once they were there Ray opened the door to the coffee shop to let her in first. "What would you like?" Ray asked as he pulled out his wallet to pay since the flowers were free he might as well at least pay for their meal.

[User]
"Well..." She said a teasing smile around her lips. "Alright, you get to pay to the coffee" she said. She closed the shop and walked up to Raymond. She smiled and knew the coffee shop that was just a few stores away.

She was a regular costumer there since she was always busy and did tend to forget to get new coffee when grocery shopping. As they walked in she smiled. "My regular drink is kinda hard to explain, but if you go and tell the girl you want one 'kellies-coffee', she knows what to do. Then I will find us a seat" she said.

She waited for a moment and then looked around, she spotted a free table and walked towards it. She hang her coat on it and decided to walk back to Ray. "Table is claimed, I wanna see your face when she is making that coffee" she said.

[Assistant]
Raymond smiled and gave Kellie a friendly nod and smile. "I'm fine with paying for it then." He said as they walked down the street, it wasn't that far of a walk as they went past some store fronts until they were finally inside the building. Ray looked over at Kellie as she mentioned her coffee to him, he was slightly curious what she actually wanted in it.

"I'll put the order in then." Ray said as he watched Kellie walking off to a nearby table putting her coat on it, he smiled when she came back and stood in line, a few minutes later they were up. "I'll have uh one of Kellie's Coffee, and also just a regular black one for me." He said to the barista as he looked over at Kellie. "So what goes in it anyway?"

[User]
"Well.. That is a secret but since you're so nice..My" Kellie said and pointed toward the barista. "First, she takes the caramel syrup and fills the mug with it. Then she adds a small hot chocolatemilk and fills up the rest of the mug with coffee" she said with a soft smile.

"You can have a taste of mine if you want" she said. When the barista gave them their coffee she also gave them a piece of the apple pie. "Because you just opened your shop, and because of the awesome thing you did with our flowers" the young female said with a smile. Kellie shook her head with a smile. "Silly girl" she said and looked at Raymond. Then she walked towards their table and sat down.

[Assistant]
Raymond looked over towards Kellie as she started to tell him what would go into her coffee, which did actually sound pretty good to him. As Ray stood there he watched as the barista started to make their drinks. When they were finished Raymond looked at Kellie and smiled at her and gave her a slight nod. "Sure I wouldn't mind giving it a try." Ray said with a smile towards her, he then saw the barista giving them a piece of apple pie for free.

Ray looked at her for a moment surprised by the free slice of pie and it was due to some flowers that she had made them awhile back, he then started to follow behind her and then sat down across from Kellie as he took a drink of his coffee. "So are you seeing anyone by any chance?" Raymond asked looking at her, she was attractive enough and cute as well, and he was curious if she did have a boyfriend or not.