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Captain
Hugh Talbain - a Knight, played by Lugubrious. While before he merely pretended to be a knight, Hugh now lives and fights as one, though his time as an actor continues to bleed through. The most dramatic pauser.

Front Line
Lilith Merdox - a Mercenary, played by Crimson Raven. Though a painful past has left its mark on her, she is all the tougher for it, and not forgotten where she cam from. The lustiest for riches.
Jakobe Russenfalt - a Cavalier, played by Multi_Media_Man. A soldier through and through, he doesn't let dreams of honor distract him from a reality that needs his help. The most knightly.
Sanguin - a Myrmidon, played by Lugubrious. An alternate persona of hers -the wolf- developed to handle the stress of battle has blended too well with her normal self. The biggest drinker.
Ronin - a Fighter, played by nobody. Wielding a near-impossible to use Imposing Axe, Ronin is unfailingly bold and totally convinced of his own fighting prowess. Beneath the confidence, however, he is painfully aware of his own faults and flaws, and has dismal self-esteem. The faintest after long walks.
Franky Lonnas - a Barbarian, played by Xan the G. This sarcastic, thrill-seeking pirate met his match with a run-in with the Bravuran military, and now atones on the path to freedom. The bravest gambler.

Second Line
Nickolas Rienbach - a Dark Mage, played by TentacleLord. Though at times disturbingly familiar with death, this roamer can boast a genial nature and heroic intent. The lightest dark mage there is.
Kuur Salcair - an Archer, played by TentacleLord. Hyper-competitive yet oddly stoic when it comes to socializing, this venturous young lady wishes to see the world. The most gullible.
Habeen Nocta - a Dark Mage, played by Toadropes. A traveler from lands abroad and a Plegian by birth, this wanderer's only constant is her unflappable good mood. The most unnervingly cheerful.
Syrena - a Mage, played by Prince of Seraphs. A fire burns inside this sweet young girl, one that expelled her from her broken home and into the unforgiving world. The likeliest to repeat syllables.
Taene - a Manakete, played by Cinderella Man. A stoic thrill-seeker, seemingly only vehement when challenged or given the chance to experience something new. The one with the coldest breath.

Variable Position
Gaius Secundus - a Tactician, played by Crimson Raven. Just now officially beginning as a battle strategist, this mellow young man is anxious to do his father's teaching proud. The lightest sleeper.
Jeane Robina - a Thief, played by Toadropes. No mere petty brigand, she sustains a unique set of morals paired with dashing charisma. The first one to steal from the rich and give to the poor.
Kel - a Wyvern Rider, played by Experiment 249. Though flippant, slow to respect authority, and oftentimes lazy, Kel is a man with powerful bonds, be it with his sister or his treasured dragon. The smokiest-smelling.
Dylan Caercot - a Pegasus Rider, played by Burthstone. A courier who blames himself for his sister's death, and whose aspiration to join the Reclaimers came true in a lucky break. The least tanned.

Support
Marcus Ambrosias - a Priest, played by Prince of Seraphs. Few know that this worldly, social, selfless monk once practiced the black arts as a Dark Mage. The one with the most pockets.
Timothy Wolfe - a Priest, played by nobody. Still shy even after the bullies trouble him no longer, Tim diverged from his magical background to heal instead. The most beloved by animals.

Ex-Members
Arkhant - a Mage. Heir to a grand lineage of magicians, Arkhant is determined to uphold the family legacy through learning and adventure. After a grave wound on Mission 1, Westroad Village, he lost his fire to be a Reclaimer and left for home.

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Kuur Salcair - Westroad Village

Six.

Kuur had counted just as Lilith had. While the archer doubted that the swordswoman had any intention of competing, it still stirred her fighting spirit. As Kuur hauled herself up the side of the house she'd taken cover behind, the memory of Lilith's carefully kept sword sprung to mind. The other woman was a fighter, and a good one at that. There was no shame in loosing to someone like that. She grunted as she dismissed the thought. That was weakness. She wasn't going to lose to anyone, much less a woman who barbarically carried around what amounted to a cleaver.

The green eyes narrowed as she glanced up at the top of the flaming guard tower. The distinct form of the bandit leader stood out even behind the wafting smoke that obscured the features of the assaulting Reclaimers. The bow creaked as Kuur lined up her arrow and kept her breathing slow and steady as she waited for the time to finish the man. A smile played on her lips as her breath stirred the taunt string. She only needed a moment, an opening. When he was wounded, when he was overconfident, when that guard dropped and she had the perfect shot.

She'd win.

Nickolas Rienbach - Westroad Village

The dark mage barely blinked as Marcus skillfully removed the remains of the Mire curse from the downed dancer. While his old master had been a healer of rare skill, he'd always assumed that was the base for competence. The Reclaimers were in good hands.

"Thank you, good Sir Marcus. For both my leg and the girl." He ruffled his hair, glancing up at the burning building where he could just barely catch figures moving around. "I'm no help with actual healing, I'm afraid." His features suddenly twisted in pain as he tried to stand, falling onto his rear as soon as he tried to move his wounded leg. The dark mage gestured to the tower. "Sir Marcus? Can you help me up, please? I have to help them up there."

[Assistant]
Kel was caught off guard with the mention of having a sister, but wasn't in shock. Anyone can have a sister, a warrior sister is rare but that wasn't Jace. Couldn't be, since she was such a bookworm and the letters she sent seemed like she was doing well for herself in some village, working in a shop baking breads and such. Nothing warrior like about her. "I'm sorry Dragon, my sister is no warrior. But your surrender is nice. Now you're gonna land ok?" Kel spoke, he wasn't happy to let this thing live but the fact he almost had his face taken off minutes earlier weren't giving him his old confidence.

"Her name is Jace, by the way. My sister." He continued his descent, trying his best to hold his ax ready to swing, maintain eye contact with a dragon and keep Druug from acting out. It was a handful and a very stressful situation. He saw something else flying out of the corner of his eye and just hoped it was something friendly, as opposed to actually checking who it was. He flt Druug hit the ground and before dismounting awaited the dragon's next move, ax still ready to swing, Druug still in battle mode. Nothing around him could break his focus. Not the lightning crackling in the distance, not the bandit leader ready to kill the two soldiers he had barely known. Not the remaining forces that were distracted by being killed by his fellow soldiers.

The fact nobody had stepped in to help with this dragon gave him a confidence boost, helping him focus more. Druug was still ducking his head, spreading his wings and generally trying to be threatening. A familiar smell exited his throat as a plume of smoke shot out. Kel Blew his hair out of his face in sync with the smoke. The flight mask was now thawed on the ground in pieces, not even salvageable. "Now, I don't know how this works. Dragons don't fit in caravans. The only way I see this working is if either I ride you or you just flap your wings on that-a-way." He didn't motion a direction or even look a different way. That-a-way could be anywhere, but it was for sure not here.

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Gaius Secondus

 Gaius cursed as his magic went awry, startling the pegasus, and Malboro charged Syrena. "Hey! Ponyboy!" He shouted at the pegasus knight. "Change of plan, grab the girl and get out, we will let the fire finish him! Or, if he makes it out, we can set a trap of our own. Gaius thought. Then he realized that Dylan needed help and after he nearly killed Syrena on accident. Gaius sighed as he drew his sword, and charged forward, thrusting at Malboro without breaking stride. He followed his strike with a backhand slash.

Lilith Merdox

 Satisfied that that rest of the scattered bandits were taken care of, Lilith walked over to the healer and his patents. On the way over, one of the people lying there grabbed her boot. She looked down with dispassionate eyes at the woman with an arrow on the inside of her upper arm. Lilith studied the wound for a moment, before raising her sword and finishing her. seven. She strode over to the healer and said "Nickolas, right? You're awake, good. That was quite a show you put on back there. So, Marcus, how is the girl?"

[Assistant]
Habeen Nocta--In Which the Folk Magician Discovers that Running Into a Burning Building is Probably a Terrible Idea

Habeen, upon reaching about a quarter of the way up, felt a hot blaze in her face. It was then that she realized that running into a burning building is probably an awful idea, and that she ought to offer support from a distance; she did have Mire, after all.

Habeen wheeled around and whistled as she walked back down the stairs. She didn't intend on suffocating via smoke before she reached a higher state of understanding, after all. She wasn't quite that well-traveled yet.

Habeen walked right out the watchtower to a scene laden with corpses. "Oh, gee, that's pleasant to walk out to," she said.

Jeanne wasn't quite sure if she was being sarcastic or not.

"Whatever happened to charging up the building and Fluxing that brigand's bloodied behind?" Jeanne asked.

"Eh, I thought better of it. Turns out that running into a tower that's just been lit ablaze by a stray Arcfire or something isn't the best way to stay alive," Habeen replied with a shrug.

"So... you turned tail and ran?"

"I certainly turned tail, but as you can see," Habeen said, casually flipping her book open and eyeing the window of the watchtower, "I'm no deserter."

She snapped her fingers and the white circles reappeared around her forearm. Habeen then pointed at the window just as she saw Malboro flash by, and loosed the tome. Mire has VERY good range, though it is difficult to control by virtue of its status as dark magic. Habeen crossed her fingers and hoped that it wouldn't hurt anybody other than her intended target, Malboro.

Though given the general rotten luck of dark-magic wielders...

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Jakobe Russenfalt

Grunting in reply to Sanguin, moving towards her attacker with a look of anger in his eyes. "Since you've been so rude as to refuse our generous terms of not killing you, and you've hurt one of my allies, I have no choice but to destroy you utterly." Raising his halberd, Jakobe brought it down, severing the spearman's forearm from the rest of his body. As his weapon curved down towards the ground, Jakobe redirected it, bringing it forward into a one-armed stab, the spear-end of his halberd driving several inches into the other's chest before coming to a halt.

Pulling his weapon out of the now-deceased bandit, Jakobe held tight as Thunderclap moved away from another attacker, but not without sustaining a long wound to his flank. Thankfully, the damage wasn't serious, but it would definitely become dangerous if left untreated. Glowering at the offending bandit, Jakobe grabbed his longsword in his off-hand as he replaced his halberd on his back. The attacker leapt backwards, trying to draw Sanguin and Jakobe apart, but the cavalier wasn't about to be fooled, sticking by his battle partner. "You gonna be alright, there?"

[Assistant]
Malboro, Hero turned Highwayman

The electric display from Gaius caused, much to Malboro's delight, pandemonium. He didn't even care too much about the fact that his own swing hadn't been effective, since Dylan had courteously hit his teammate for him. He took a step back and waited as the Pegasus Rider transitioned to the offensive, heading straight for him and attempting a lance thrust. The former hero smirked and raised his axe to defend himself. Even still, Dylan's lance struck him, but with not nearly the effectiveness that he had hoped. Instead of running Malboro through and ending the fight with a single move, the lance slid off-center courtesy of the axe and landed a paltry, glancing blow. It was clear that Malboro had some experience under his belt—that he was fighting at an advanced level, just as Hugh had cautioned.

Next came Gaius's melee attack. As the tactician charged him, Malboro switched out his axe for his sword, neutralizing the weapon advantage. He took the first slash from Gaius's blade, though the cut it left behind did not seem to faze him much altogether, and blocked the second. "No way you pups are going to be able to beat me." Now able to counterattack, Malboro stepped forward and performed a rising arc slash aimed at Gaius's head.

The next instant, the air began to heat and ripple. Having already fallen victim to a corrosive, painful Mire once, Malboro was not about to let himself be humiliated in such a manner again. He dodged backward out of the caustic spray; while its range was excellent, Mire's accuracy left a serious something to be desired. Mercifully, the acidic spew did not come close to any of the other Reclaimers currently in the guard tower roof. Beneath them, the roar of fire was growing. There wasn't a lot of time left.

Sanguin, Westroad Village

Sanguin looked around. Thanks to the efforts of Kuur, Lilith, Jeane, Jakobe, and herself, the remaining soldiers were now wiped out. All that remained was the guard tower itself, burning like a beacon of destruction, with the sounds of clanging metal and impassioned yells echoing from the top. As much as Sanguin wanted to race to the pinnacle and help, it seemed like a bad idea to scale a rickety ladder in the midst of a fire.

Instead, she turned her attention to Jakobe. "Yeah, good work there, I guess." Her metal mask reflected slightly the raging inferno. All around, the ambient temperature had risen. "They need our help up there," she decided. "But I dunno how we can get up there. The only flying guy is already up."


[System]
Physical:
Age : 23
Height : 5'10
Weight : 140 lbs
Body Type : Slimming
Eye Color : Brown
Hair Color : Brown
Skin Color : White
A thin and usually pale-skinned man, normally seen on horseback. Normally clean-shaven, he has smooth skin that almost sticks to his skin. He is normally seen with a pillow or something under his shirt to make him look larger then what he is. He even a padded pillow to fit his body type to make it look more natural instead of a pillow being shoved under his shirt.

Description: A young Artillery officer from the Republican army who deserted once the Marion took over, he believed in the idea's of his mentor before he took the throne. He fled along with some men that were loyal to the ideas of the Republic, picking up others on his way out of the country in exile to try and join the forces who were forming against the Emporer. He wishes to see the Republic form and stay a republic, where people can be free and in control of the government.

But in the infancy of his career, he was a line officer for the now Emporer and was given the nickname, 'Little Marion,' he thought the man was given to the Republic as a protector. In the few battles he fought with him, the line officer earned his place at Marion's side and several promotions, he wanted to take every step to be exactly like Marion. He would even begin starving himself as he didn't have the same body type and wanted to recreate himself in Marion's look. He had a somewhat natural blend of traditional tactics and more modern tactics.

Nation: Republican Party of the Gauldic Peoples / Gauldic Republican Army
Regiments:
1st Republican Artillery
Uniforms - A bright Blue Jacket and pants, with red seams around the cuffs, down the sides of the legs, and around the neck. Bright white undershirts would line the inside of the collar. NCO's and officers would have a red sash that would go from their right shoulder down to the left hip, and in colder weather, it could double as a scarf. The shako would be large and would typically be covered with a white cloth, the plume a bright white, with a red base. On the left arm, a white armband is normally seen.

Manpower and Equipment : 32 men (2 Officers, 1 blacksmith, 1 engineer, 28 rankmen), 43 horses, 4 ammunition and shot carriages, 4 artillery pieces (2 - 12-pound horse-drawn cannons, 1 - 32-pound, and 1 32-pound howitzer.) 19 muskets, 2 pistols, 3 swords, 9 extra epee bayonets. 1 flag of the republic with a white star painted in the center.

History - A regiment of Exiled soldiers and politicians that are leaving the country, headed by a Lieutenant promoted to a Major soon after. They would manage to leave with most of their equipment and lives, many would still perish at the hands of their pursuers. Their sister regiment, the 1st Republican Guard, another regiment led by the new Major. Typically seen with the guard building their defenses, and supplying them as best as they could.

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1st Republican Guard - (Light infantry/Supply train)
Uniform - A mix match of uniforms from their previous regiments or roles in lives. A white armband on the left arm, a movement has been made to try and standardize the uniform, but very little have been made or purchased. The standard is a white jacket and pants, with blue stitching on the cuffs and collar. Standard white shirt, their hats, and shakos have a white plumb on top.

Manpower and Equipment : 748 men (6 officers, 12 politicians/acting officers, 2 blacksmiths, 1 gunsmith, 43 businessmen, rest are rank), 2 carriages, 15 horses, 54 rifles, 591 muskets, 204 bayonets, 23 pistols, 4 swords, 15 axes/hatchets.
Possibility more manpower/weapons based on conscription and purchases. 15 shovels, 24 mining picks.

History : A baggage train of men following an artillery officer leaving the capital. Most followed because of fear, exiling themselves with a leader in front of them. They hoped to find allies in the surrounding countries or at least some friends that will allow them to pass through on their journies. Fighting off the Imperial forces that would be pursuing them out of the country. They would stay with the Major, it's mainly used to protect the Artillery, build fortifications, and transporting supplies to the battery.

[User] It was at the discretion of each commander where they would place their units behind the hill in the morning, prior to the battle. The center, the north wing, the south wing, or at the rear in reserve - generally speaking. As the battle took shape they may reorganize their units before sending them over the hill to engage the enemy. What really needed to be decided now was Major Julian's idea of entrenchments. Would the Allied commanders agree to entrenching their positions?

[Assistant] Duke Friedrich nearly fell out of his chair upon hearing the suggestion that they dig entrenchments. "Preposterous!" He steadied himself, puffing on his pipe. "A battalion of infantry will hit maybe three or four of the enemy at a hundred yards. The musket ball that comes out the end is not the primary weapon infantry engages with, it has been and remains the bayonet!" He realized these people had no experience with infantry; especially to suggest they dig entrenchments. "We do not have a battalion of pioneers, which would carry wagons with pick-axes and shovels. Besides, if we were dig in our infantry, it would place them at a disadvantage to the enemy. We would then need to charge uphill; the forward slope of the trench in order to attack into the enemy." He thought about it for a moment. "No, sir. We will not dig into the soil." He thought a bit longer, "A series of redoubts might break up an attack, but they would be unnecessary in this ground, unless you would entertain the notion of a series of redoubts more than a few miles behind us. But I do not believe that is what you were suggesting." Duke Friedrich then thought about what the gentleman from the Khanate suggested. "Using cavalry to break up enemy artillery formations is still a solid offering for this group. I would second that suggestion."

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Iouldouz raised an eyebrow at the speech of Mackeralini, his expression lagging behind what was said by a few moments as words first had to pass through his interpreter before he knew what was actually being discussed.

"My Comrade, I appreciate what you say. Indeed I agree with much of it, but before I continue I would like to simply dismiss your appeal to authority. You fought along side the Emperor but I fought against him, and even now the heads of your former comrades decorate the tents of my warriors when they're not being used as substitutes for balls in games and sports. We are all veterans of wars and battles and I would rather not waste time with us deciding who has more relevant experience. I'd like to get some good sleep before we get to the violence and I think that would be best for you gentlemen as well. No more discussing of credentials, only of the battle." Though this was more said as suggestion than outright statement of fact, he made sure the translator spoke the words to make it clear that if the time wasn't spent productively then the Khan would simply go for an early bedtime.

With that out of the way Iouldouz adjusted himself to be more comfortable in his seat to discuss the battle proper now. "Some entrenchment would be useful. A few critical stakes placed here and there to deny attempts of enemy cavalry to flank us would be most excellent, as would a few redoubts to make enemy fire upon our artillery not hit quite hard. However I would not wish to waste too much time and energy upon them."

The Khan then stood up, and turned away from the assembled company to light up a pipe stuffed with cloves. "Hmmm. A synthesis perhaps. We can create small defenses as positions we can retreat to as well as using them as anchors to ground ourselves against enemy cavalry. We will meet them head on, and I will send the majority of my cavalry down a flank. The infantry would prepare to fire the enemy to disorient them and charge them with their bayonets. At this point I will turn my light cavalry back, hoping to envelop their first line between my cavalry and your infantry in a quick maneuver that will force at least some reserves forwards; the same trick won't be repeated twice of course, and from that point I will do my best in getting the cavaliers with me to go straight for their artillery heedless of what swarms of bullets will fly towards us."

After some heavy puffs of his pipe the Dusmane put out its flame before taking a seat. "Of course, I would also like us to discuss any plans with contingencies in mind. Rarely does a plan last in its entirety for very long, and as such we should consider at least a few possible circumstances of our failures - or simply the enemy's perfections - and how we should react to them."

[Assistant]
The major sat there and looked at the two men, one he saw as a stubborn old guard, while the khan was himself work of barbarian art as he listened to his interpreter. Who would leave out things because as well to make sure a fight of any kind didn't break out between his commander and the others in the tent as so far the tensions seemed a bit high.

"We have little idea of what is on the other side of that hill marching towards us, we have around ten thousand men against however many he brought up from the motherland herself plus the remainder of his army from when I was with him destroying the countryside and any city in the khans land. But, as the khan said we need to be prepared to evolve our defense of this pass quickly because we are already hard-pressed for time. I am going to go through with my plan of making whatever defenses I can to get a hold over our enemy's battery, and bombard whatever I can with my howitzer from behind the hill."

He stood and looked at the exit of the tent, "Khan, if would... could you send enough soldiers with my cannons, if possible we can try buying my train of misfit patriots time with a trick. I will send my cannon trains with a cart's wheel attached to act as a cannon if you wish to take enough cavalry you think will be necessary to shift his entire line for a short time while we shovel enough dirt to build on the face of the hill we are behind."

He placed his finger on the ridgeline of the map, "if we dig up dirt, and have loose dirt behind the face of the hill out of sight, and get maybe ten minutes we can have a nice mount on the other side that we can dig behind even while being fired upon, we have maybe a five or ten-foot advantage over them in height. If they don't have howitzers ready, then we should be fine... if they do, defenses won't matter at all." He dragged his line a few feet from where his finger was, "I'll set my cannons here," his thumb went behind the ridge, "and my howitzer here, the other engineers I remember were fucking idiots and will wonder where our fourth cannon is if they didn't do inventory correctly. But, my train can have some mounts for cannons built in an hour or two, they are laborers so they are used to this kind of work. Redoubts might be hard for us with such little time, but I was just going to say small mounds to place men behind to protect them from some shot, but mainly from artillery. "

He looked at the Duke, then the Khan, "Khan I would say only go for their artillery if they have howitzers or mortars, rockets maybe... Those we can't hide from, cannons we can get blasted by all day, we aren't in a fortress or open ground. But your plan to surround them might work, I know this may be hard for you but do not slaughter them outright. Let them retreat, wound them... and then pull back quickly with the Duke's men. If their first line returns broken and shattered, it might either throw the Emporer into a mad frenzy or make him rethink his ways and hold off for an attack until someone else comes to even the playing field with us. Now what we truly have to worry about is if he brings his full might upon us, if we line our soldiers and horses shoulder to shoulder, we can span the gap in the forest. If he outnumbers us with fresh troops, we may never be given an opportunity to fight anything but head-on with small gaps that can easily be shut by a second or third line reserve. He could easily just throw cannon, and howitzer shot at us behind a wall of men."

He started walking away, but stopped and turned around with his hands out to either side of him, "How about this, instead of looking at a map and bickering like a bunch of politicians, we go to the top of the hill and start our defenses, while we stare at whatever he has... I know this might be out of touch with your ways, but there is a reason I survived fighting your armies in the past and that was knowledge, instead of going in blind... We have an opportunity here to watch him while he marches closer before the night falls, I will get my signaling flag and glass, get some of your own and meet me there in ten minutes. We will see if this is even viable at the moment."


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Race Dryad
Position: Servant to the Summer King
Age: 600 years
Personality: Ama is quite calm and level-headed compared to her king. She is kind to others as long as they deserve her kindness. When others step out of her favor, she is cold and ruthless. She is even more deadly to those that seek to harm her king or her tree. Ama seeks to protect others as well as nature, which she has a deep love for. She is slow to anger and trust, but a quick and deadly foe if faced. Ama tends to hide in her tree as she is a bit shy around others.
Appearance:

Background: Ama was born from a large willow tree located in the gardens of the summer castle. Many people did not know of her existence for many years though. She had the tendency of hiding within her mother tree whenever someone entered the gardens. There were rumors around the castle though that there was a fae child in the garden. This was only a rumor until Ama was almost mature- 15 years later. Only then did Ama revealed herself to a servant.
After that day, Ama belonged to the Summer court. She learned many skills from the servants, and in later years, advisers, until Ama was one of the head servants of the court.
Ama, along with her other duties, tends to the gardens and basically any plant in the castle. Her presence alone makes the flowers bloom and the trees shake. Whenever she is near her tree and someone comes to address her, she makes them greet her tree as well.
She once had someone try to cut down her mother tree while she was away. Ama felt the cry and pain of her tree as she rushed to its aid. As she arrived in her garden, she pierced the intruder with roots from below and wrapping itself around his limbs and neck until death. That moment woke a dark side in Ama. She now saw the evil in the other fae as she looked at the chips in her tree's park.
To this day, the skeleton hangs beside her scarred tree to show a warning to anyone who dares cross her.

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Solstice@smarty0114
A large dog sized russet colored salamander waddles through the forest. It appears rather cute in a rather odd way as it walks. The salamanders were of the highest respect in the summer court since the king's adopted father was one. With that the salamanders split into different groups: the servants, the messengers, and the common. The common salamanders were simply village folk who were usually taken care of first. They are usually seen in their glamours. The servants being of high rank among the others of the same position and also seen in their glamours. The messengers however always seemed to be in their salamander form, wandering about where they please until they are called upon. The most common place for them to be found is in various hearths found throughout the castle, leading to the fires in the summer castle to be the most efficient and the easiest to care for. Messenger salamanders vary from small finger sized salamanders to larger dog sized salamanders. This one, is a messenger one.
The salamander spots the unconscious woman and licks its eyeball. Figuring it should tell its master it catches on fire and appears next to Feoras. For the messenger salamanders, they can always find Feoras without aid of a hearth. Quite useful. Feoras' attention is caught by the large salamander as he looks down at it. The salamander makes several noises which the Feoras seems to understand perfectly. He looks back at Galahad and his group and decides that the unconscious woman is more important with a finger snap a fae man appears dressed in fine red clothing appears...with eyes slated showing that he to is a salamander. Fears turns to this man and speaks to him softly, giving him orders on how to deal with the group. This is one of Feoras' special salamanders that he has deal with fae that he no longer has time for. He then turns to the russet salamander and nods both of them reducing to ash and appearing by the songstress.
The red covered salamander turns his attention to Galahad and sighs heavily. "You are to come up with a better deal...If I do not think it good enough I am to remove you from the area back into the Fall by force. Of which i may team necessary" A true warning from this one since he is capable of fire abilities that are strong. Not as strong as Feoras, but strong enough to get the job done.
Staring at the unconscious woman, Feoras makes a decision to save her. He looks at the salamander staring up at him and nods. "We will save her Nikko, take her with you to the healer hearth and tell them to remove any weapons she has before healing her. Destroy the weapons...once she is healed move her to a guest room and have two fae guard her. Make sure they are good ones. You may attend to her when she wakes since she will likely respond to your form better. Do not let her leave. Understood?" Nikko nods and makes gurgling noises and Feoras nods. "I am late, so you must do this now while i hurry to the meeting" More gurgling noises are heard before the salaamed takes the songstress' arm in his mouth and the reduce to ashes and they are transported to the healer's home. Who, not expecting a salaamed lets out a surprised shriek before doing as Nikko says.
Feoras rushes back to the meeting place his eyes a honey gold with the thought of a new woman. He quickly gets transported there and appears...last. He looks at the other rulers and his eyes go back to orange. "Apologies for my lateness, I had to deal with several intruders on my land. I hope everyone is doing well" He sounds polite, as he always did at these.

[Assistant] Galahad chewed on his lip as he looked at his new adversary in trade. The Winter-born thought about what the bastard of a fae could possibly want. He's already refused what I have to offer. Maybe this is a battle that can't be won right now. By now Falk must be gone, and Fall may be safe. Then I can cross through and return to Winter court, and meet up with Brenna he thought to himself before looking the salamander in the eye. "Tell your master that force will not be necessary. I will leave on my own." Galahad said. He considered making a snide remark but thought better of it. He turned around and began the march back to Fall territory, his men following behind him.

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"Lysander! Lysander where did you go?"The blind young woman used her cane to find her way through the area. She had been walking her dog in the park near her dorm when suddenly he had heard or seen something and bolted. And it had to be something important because he would never leave her otherwise.
"Lysander! Please come! Come boy!"
Jessalyn shivered. Had the temperature suddenly dropped? It almost felt icy. She heard scurrying in the brush nearby.
"Lysander?" she asked only to have something trip her and she fell. A squirrel? A raccoon? She felt around for her cane, but couldn't find it. "Lysander please!" she called, getting frustrated and worried. She wasn't that familiar with the park. If she didn't have her cane or her dog it would be very hard finding her way back.

She heard barking. "Lysander! Here boy!"
A warm furry body was suddenly against her, licking her face. "There you are!" Jessalyn exclaimed, relieved. "Don't run off like that! You know better!"
He continued licking her face, but then suddenly went still. Turning his head towards the trees, he growled protectively.
"Lysander? What is it?" she asked, holding on to his collar so he wouldn't run off again.

[Assistant]
Raven Silverlight

Raven took her payment from a member of the Winter Queen's staff and packed it into her bag. For the kinds of jobs that Raven did for the Courts she much preferred a promise of a favor, especially if it was undefined but she took the gold that she could get. Which would explain what she was doing standing in the sub zero section of the lands of Faerie. Raven couldn't stand the Winter Court. Perhaps it had its own unearthly charm to some but Raven wasn't one of them. She could ward off the cold easily enough but between the many engraved tableaus of her ancestor's fall from grace and the towers where he sister had been shot down, Raven was not interested in spending any longer in the area than was strictly necessary. She might even prefer the Fall Court if not for the fact that even as she stood where she was Raven could feel what all the Fair Folk could, the Wylde Hunt was riding again.

Raven had a form of diplomatic immunity among the Courts. She was descended from The Tuatha Dé Danann, a tribe of ancient Fae that had governed both lands in an age long past. Though now Raven's people were almost extinct and long deposed she still possessed certain rights promised to the Tuatha Dé Danann by the peoples of Faerie a very long time ago. The most useful of these was that she could cross the borders of the Courts wherever she pleased. Theoretically speaking these old laws should protect her from the wrath of the Wylde Hunt but Raven didn't know enough about her people or the origins of the Hunt to trust that that held true. There was no reason to tempt death if it was unnecessary and unprofitable.

With her payment in hand Raven was more than happy to depart the carved ice palace where even the flowers were frozen in there beauty. The Summer Court was more to her liking though a those of Spring had a way with liquor that Raven had always found intriguing. Deciding on her destination Raven tossed back her cloak and spread her wings into the air, the thin members of her violet black wings caught the air as she pumped them up and down lifting herself above the trees. There was no feeling comparable to that of the air whistling through her hair, that was the feeling of true unadulterated freedom. She'd heard that some Fae in the Summer Court had found a way to bottle the feeling for those of the Fair Folk who did not possess wings.

As Raven flew threw the air her keen eyes spotted something that did not sit right against the landscape. Amongst the wonderland of snow below her she saw something standing out against the white background. Black hair and colored clothes. Raven dove closer and under closer inspection she confirmed what she had already suspected. It was a poor child of the mortal world, a girl and her dog. As Raven descended the dog began to bark and growl at her. My my, she thought to herself the guard is smarter than it's master.

"You have gotten yourself lost haven't you dearie?" Raven said smiling as the girl struggled in the snow.

[User]
Giomanch darted through Fall's lands. Cliff faces soared along the dense forests, the trees ancient sentinels standing guard over the many paths that led to various parts of the Fae Realm. Most did not use the path much like the Hunter. The trees were large enough that the ground between them was sparse of the normal undergrowth. Startling a herd of Fawn into flight the Cwn Annwn slowed his pace. The Rulers should be at the meeting he suspected. Falk's little stunt was sure to irk them. What was his master planning? Already the Fall Fae were a buzz and the Hunt was impatiently waiting. None dared ride though, the last one who had leapt ahead of the command had been the most recent addition to the Fall's mighty throne.

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Aisling walked up the damp stone steps from the tucked away stairs. "If Fae measured wealth as power, he still remains king." Her voice was disgusted as she sat upon the stone steps of the dais that led from the great hall of trees and pools of mist. The other stair was tucked closes against the dais, curving behind it, below was lain a trove that a dragon would envy. Strumming the harp with danty fingers, she felt the ghastly presence of the Hunt. A frosted mist, a shuffle of hooves.

The Hunt was more than the Fae that joined it, was was the very essence of the mist, of the twin pools that ran along the Fall's throne room. If one cared to look in the pool, they would see the Fae that waited there but they also would see the imprisoned hunters. Those who had betrayed and served loyally alike. Ancient Fae waited there for their Lord of Fall to call them forth of mist and cold death. To Ride the night sky, to unleash the hounds and urge the horses to charge. To hear the horn blow. Wraiths. The Irish woman shuddered. Wraiths were the great Hunt. The horror none could escape from. A irony on death. Tegvan held more power than any Fae save those of Fall could guess. Already the Fae of Fall that would join the hunt were roaming the Fall lands, picking up those Fae who had not sworn themselves to it's ruler.

[Assistant] The Spring Queen gave a little tut, and a tight smile danced across her face, "I do hope you aren't having trouble controlling your land," She said with a hint of smugness in her voice, "But yes, I'm doing well." She responded, and then added, "If you don't mind my asking, you wouldn't mind telling me what's happened? Just out of curiosity." She asked, using her silvertongue just a touch. Information was alway useful, no matter what it was. "I trust nobody from My court would dream of even stepping foot out of line." She added.

[User]
Amaryllis stood among the trees. She stood there silently, listening to the trees chatter and feeling the wind through her leaves. This is what she will miss when she leaves. Ama opened her eyes and looked through the canopy, seeing the filtering lights of the sky. She gazed down at the long grass and the mixture of flowers that have more hues than she could count. One cannot get this in the gardens. The gardens of the castle come close, but it is nothing compared to the forest.
Sometimes, Amaryllis wishes she was born out here. She would have nothing to worry about except for the preservation of the trees. But she was not. She was taught by the fae to think at a higher level than most dryads. Ama shrugged off this thought. Her life was full of beauty and wonder in the court she served.
Ama suddenly heard the light crunches of grass a bit of distance away. Footsteps. She glided through the glass and looked around a great oak. To her surprise, she saw the Summer King's pet. Ama smiled and laughed softly, stepping out from behind the tree.
"Oh little Lyra. What are you doing out here?"


[System]
Clan: Shima Clan, originally of the Ueno clan

Title: The Shima Knight

Gender: Male

Age: 16

Race: Neko(mimi)

Height: 5'8" (176cm)

Weight: 146 lbs

Appearance:

Occupation: Lord's Guard, painter (albeit not very good).

Notable Skills: Having studied swordsmanship from both within Baji and abroad, Tetsuya has command of a few different styles of swordplay. His most readily used, as indicated by his typical garb, is that of a "knight". He employs both a longsword and a shield in battle effectively, and can use the latter even as a weapon if need be. Likewise he is able to wield a katana if need be, but to far lesser success than with a longsword.

Magical Abilities: Tetsuya has the ability to use his magic as another shield as well, forming a slight barrier around himself. Using this renders him immobile however and does not provide a complete 360 degrees of protection; flanking him is the best way around this.

Familiars: N/A

Ki Techniques/powers:
Push; Using his shield, Tetsuya can make an extension of himself and, while pushing his shield forward, creates a small force to knock away anything in front of him. Used namely to put distance between himself and the enemy when he needs to catch his breath. Not very useful on larger enemies or anyone who's strong enough to withstand the hit.

Weapons: Steel Longsword, Steel kite shield

Other Gear:
- Water pouch
- Small pack, containing a bit of bandages, some herbs to help relieve pain and a broken compass -- a memento of his parents.

Personality: Tetsuya is a soft-spoken boy, when he rarely does speak. He is perceptive, and while he may not voice his opinion on something he watches what is around him diligently. Above all else he is loyal to the Shima Lord, and does not take slights to the man kindly. Determined to fulfill his Lord's wish to protect Shima, perhaps to a fault, he is unwavering in his position to do what is best for his clan. In most things he views the world as black and white; good and evil. His ideology of the world living in peace pushes him ironically to fight, and he argues that the only way to achieve everlasting peace is to put aggressors in their place. In some views an ideal guard, he is not without faults.

Tetsuya's black and white view of the world leads to naivete, and he can be a bit brash in acting. While he is well versed in swordplay he's never bothered to learn much else, leaving him a bit clueless in some other respects. In a way, being a guard is all he knows. He also has a slight discontent towards more modern weapons, thinking they are a cowardly, inhumane way of taking a life. If one is to take a life in war then it should be personal, not from dozens or hundreds of feet away.

Brief history: Tetsuya is the son of a Neko fisherman and a human woman. His mother, a resident of Shima, would meet his father Umenka during a routine trading in the city; Hidori worked for a trading company, helping to maintain catalogs and keep track of inventory. The two eventually hit it off and, inevitably, Hidori would become pregnant. During her pregnancy she was brought back to Umenka's place of birth, and in the village Tetsuya would be born.

For the first few years of his life the family remained in Umenka's village, with Hidori picking up the same profession only for a Neko trading company. Their settlement, consisting of nekos and humans alike, proved to be an excellent raising ground for their young child. Being a Nekomimi may well have seen Tetsuya be made fun of quite a lot elsewhere, but here he was accepted. In lieu of everything working well for the family they would eventually move, as the company in which Umenka was employed wanted to open a foreign post, and they meant to send the family there to help.

Almost immediately upon arriving and settling down, Tetsuya and his parents noticed an immediate change of atmosphere. Whereas the Neko homeland was relatively untouched by war this place reeked of it, with soldiers passing through and the occasional news of a battle breaking out being commonplace. Fearing for their child's safety the two deliberated upon sending him away, wishing to send him somewhere to be free from the threat of war. With very few possibilities they near gave up, until a trader from Shima passed through and learned of their pleas. Seeing their only chance, Umenka and Hidori begged the man to take their son, and with a bit of convincing he finally relented.

Tetsuya had little knowledge of anything going to Shima, having never been taught any kind of trade or receiving a real education. He could write, read, knew some basics, but that was about it. Seeing the difficulty in assigning the boy to any real job the trader offered him over to the Lord's men, suggesting they train him as a guard. Even at a young age, now seven years old, he could appreciate what was going on around him. Having little personal say in the matter he was brought off to train, eventually learning the way of the sword from the Lord's guard. Through the years he worked to refine and personalize his training, and today he's become a perfectly capable, if somewhat inexperienced guard.

Other:  Learned some magic from other Neko, but not very well versed in it at all.

[User]
Gin didn't know how to negotiate something like this, knowing it was right out of his field of expertise. He had no idea how to deal with other people regarding these situations, seeing them as pretty impossible to get right. Blacksmiths weren't exactly sociable with people they didn't know and even if he was adopted he still shared that trait with his guardian. He never knew who his parents were but it was obvious he didn't belong with them, even if they never outright told him. It was just obvious that someone like him didn't belong with a pair of humans who had obviously been together for as long as he could remember.

Looking to Metou when she asked him a question he gave a quick look around the inn, curious to where they all might be himself. He didn't know where they went off to but they were probably somewhere, seeing how they wouldn't leave either of them behind. Just checking to see if they possibly ended up in the inn he gasped when he heard someone else in their conversation, turning to the strange man who was rather rude to Metou. Showing his teeth at the man he soon let out a huff, folding his arms as he looked back to Metou. That was rather rude and a bit silly too, seeing how they were visitors and threatening them like that didn't give this place a very good name.

"Uhh…charismatic? I don't think I'm that word", he spoke as he looked around himself again, "I guess so, though…uhh, what do you want me to do? I don't do good without guidance…" He didn't join this quest to end up trying to make decisions that could probably end with him being left behind, that was the last thing he wanted. He knew he might end up getting separated if he so much as looked away from the others for two minutes. "Maybe we should just ask a guard…besides, they would probably notice another half-Oni walking around, right?"

[Assistant]
From what Kenji could comprehend, the conversation about who was to meet the leader of Ru turned into a rather sour argument between Jiang and Yuudai, the former not liking to be accompanied and the latter having a problem with that. The Neko tried to calm the situation down but Kenji could only stare and keep quiet, not knowing how to exactly defuse the heated argument. In the end, Yuudai stormed out of the room and left the three men in the Neko's room.

Jiang continued the discussion and told an edited truth to Tetsuya regarding the dark future all of Baji were to face. While Kenji could see the reasons for secrecy, there was a flaw that might bite them in the future. "Secrets kept may ensure safety, but it kills trust. And trust is something we will need in the future, yes?" He voiced out to no one in particular... or maybe everyone in the room.

"But enough about these secrets, Mister Tetsuya has already talked to Lady Ru about Shima. If so..." Kenji turned to Jiang. "I'm sure Lady Ru takes her job seriously and will do more than keep an 'eye out' despite her words." Kenji said. "However, if you insist on meeting her then I recommend you take Mister Tetsuya since he has already met Lady Ru and so will likely smooth out the meeting." He continued.

"But... that is just what I think. Feel free to ignore it entirely." From where things were going, Kenji had a feeling things were not going to be peachy. Perhaps this was the reason his Lord Oja was not very proactive?

[User]
Metou was a bit unsatisfied with Gin's response, as he didn't really confirm or deny Metou's plan as a good one, and the old lady didn't think Gin's suggestion was very practical either. Metou felt guilty about dragging Gin around everywhere, but if he wanted guidance, Metou had no choice but to provide some. "If we rely on the observations of anyone we pass by, we'll be asking random people all night," Metou said, "We know where two of our fellows went, so I think we should start searching there, even if I'm sure they've left by now. Just give me a moment to look outside."

After exiting the inn, Metou looked at the sky to see how much time they had left in the evening. It was already late enough in the day that merchants were calling it quits when they got to the town square, and that was before they walked down a few streets to get to an inn and look for the musician. Not only was it too cold for Metou's comfort, and would only get colder, Metou didn't really want to be out on the streets at night when it was just her and Gin. Metou stepped back into the inn and walked back to Gin and said, "On second thought, I think we should just stay here for the night, and look for them in the morning." Metou was about to ask Gin for his opinion on the matter, but figured he'd just give a neutral answer again. "I'm going to go ask if they have any free rooms," Metou declared, and she walked up to the front counter to do so. Even after buying that cheap bauble to win the merchant's favor, she figured she had enough money for a room and some food at least.

[Assistant]
Maybe doing this alone was a better approach, at least then he didn't have to hear people argue over things. There was probably strength in numbers or something like it, yet where he'd managed to go and speak to Lady Ru alone he didn't see any need to go and visit her yet again. Maybe he was thinking too much into things, but he worried if they pestered too much they might lose what little support they had. If they lost support then they failed Lord Shima, and that was the one thing Tetsuya absolutely refused to accept. Watching as Yuudai and Jiang went back and forth for a bit he couldn't help but groan, wondering if it was at all possible for them to cooperate. How were they ever going to chase down the criminals responsible when they couldn't stop fighting amongst themselves?

Tetsuya might have been a bit naive in hoping that these two could work things out, and so he was disappointed to see Yuudai leaving the room. Just because he didn't want to be coddled by the Oni didn't mean he disliked her, and he rather hoped she would stay and at least go over the plan with them. The comment she made about his groan made him feel a little guilty, even if it hadn't been made solely in her directions. Ears folding down he frowned, lowering his gaze as Yuudai left them alone, taking a bit of air out of the room with her. A fine start to this group of theirs, he couldn't even imagine what the others must be like. Looking over at Jiang as he spoke, the young Neko let out a sigh, kind of wishing they could just drop the matter now. "If you won't condemn me or judge me then don't press for information. If I felt it was necessary to tell you then I would," Tetsuya replied, frowning as he looked up at Jiang. If this one thought he was going to be the leader in all of this just because he liked to talk then he was wrong.

It seemed there was more of a story to share, and Jiang was only to happy to be the one to do so. He had no idea that they had been attacked on their way in, or that anything quite that foreboding had happened. Sure, Shima losing her relics was foreboding enough, but hearing other villages might be at risk too only made the situation even worse. Though Jiang surely meant no harm by his words the Neko still felt offended, like he was being slighted in a way. It was a childish thing to think, but in his mind it was almost like this man was trying to look better in front of their Lord. "Don't talk to me like I'm just some child, I know what we'll have to do. And we can't well leave the villages alone, not when we're asking them for help. If something happens we'll help them in turn, we have to." It's what Lord Shima would want them to do, he had no doubts about that.

As if it weren't troublesome enough that Jiang was preaching to him, now Kenji saw reason to do so as well. It felt like he was being undermined here, and where he had been working alone up until now that wasn't a very fun feeling. Expecting more of the same out of Kenji, Tetsuya was pleasantly surprised when it seemed the argument was being made for him, not against him. It was a tad odd being called 'mister' seeing as he was probably the youngest one here, but then he wouldn't make a fuss about being shown some respect. Smiling gratefully he nodded his head to Kenji, turning his attention back over to Jiang. "Look... We kind of got off on the wrong foot there. I am happy to work with you, but I don't appreciate having someone trying to push me aside for this. If you really want to help then you can, but we're doing it together. No one is going solo here." At least, not anymore, that had ended when these three had shown up.


[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]
Since he hadn't really been paying attention to the clock Victor was slightly surprised when it came time for the next set of classes. Still feeling the strain of his spar, coupled with the injuries suffered during his trial, a restless night and a highly active scavenger hunt, Victor was exhausted. With the appearance of a dead man walking Victor entered the Maths classroom.

Sitting down next to Rayna Victor payed the utmost attention to the lesson, he was more adept at the economic side of mathematics, but found that the basic skills were largely transferable and had little trouble keeping up. Victor didn't blaze through the assigned work like others seemed able to, but he took his time, making certain he had made no errors and that he understood it completely and then continued. As long as it continued to make sense to him, Victor continued with the work, stopping occasionally to ask Mr Fullbuster for an explanation. Eventually he stopped, not because he had trouble understanding, but because he saw Rayna occasionally struggling. Victor hated to see that his Captain was having trouble and went about explaining the parts that had tripped her up. Conveniently it was good practice for him as well, since being able to teach the work meant that he completely understood it, which gave Victor some satisfaction.

By the time class had ended Victor felt somewhat refreshed. He had a little more spring in his step and he didn't have the face of a man on death row. Entering History class Victor was almost immediately exhausted again. Just watching the energetic Mr Oobleck was tiring. The history that was taught gave Victor a new insight into the past. Victor now learned that he was taught a history from a different perspective. Everyone here seemed to know history based on select key moments and politics, Victor was taught history from how money changed hands. How trade empires managed to prevent wars by denying aggressive countries enough supplies to stage a war effort, or how a city became strategically indefensible due to a single new trade route. There was some useful overlap, but a surprising amount of this knowledge was relatively new. I'm going to have to do a lot of reading, I doubt I will pass any tests if I answer my way.

History done Victor made his way to lunch where Rayna decided to pay for Lunch hinting that she had a decent amount of funds. Well it is nice to be served I suppose, but isn't it improper for who is basically my superior office to do such a thing? Well all I can do is remember this debt I suppose. Let's see what she brought. Chicken and fries? Not bad, but what else was there... apple? Hmmm... "Guard my stuff, Victor, I have something to do."
"Okay, go do what you have to Captain." while that was happening Victor helped himself to one of Rayna's apple slices and slumped down in his seat That was disappointing. They aren't as sweet as I'd hoped. This day is just full of disappointments isn't it? still slumped Victor craned his neck to see how Rayna was doing. Well no one is metaphorically biting her head off which is a plus. as he thought this another member of team Rampaged arrived and immediately started metaphorically biting Rayna's head off. That didn't last long... a Captain should show strength at times like this. If I go over now and try to help would I be insubordinate? Rayna did tell me to guard her stuff... I wonder how proactive I can get away with "guarding"? standing up Victor picked up Rayna's stuff with his right arm and did a slow walk around the lunch room ending up behind the aggressor. Leaning in Victor whispered in the kindest voice he could manage.
"Please treat Captain Rayna with respect, sir."

[Assistant]
"Ugh, naïve idealists..." Diamond rolled her eyes. If the cops were ineffective - which she could testify to - then they should be laid off and replaced. It's a job to protect the people, not charity! Somebody should have thought of a hunter going rogue by now and recruited a few equal fighters to the force the. But that'd be too much to ask of someone paid from taxpayer money. Not that she paid much of those thus far, but seeing how it would have been spent, she had no regrets.

Swinging her legs over the bench, Diamond got up. "Too much everything nice and not enough spice around here. I'll go see how boss is doing lest I start to have positive karma by exposure." she said, summoning her cane and giving the table a tip of the had before turning on her heel. She had to turn back to see what the crashing sound was, only to see a guy on the table. "I didn't know the school provided strippers, plus ten points!" She said, gave the people at the table a tip of the hat and promptly left the room before she caught the crazy, heading towards the infirmary to see whether Marcus was discharged yet.

[User]
Treatment of Marcus' concussion had taken some time. One of the staff had a semblance that let her slowly 'move' injuries at the cost of making them worse. Thus instead of a scrambled brain Marcus now sported a thoroughly battered arm that he had to get treated for. As for his broken trio of ribs, there was nothing that could reasonably be done about those other than a little something to take the pain away. It hurt to laugh, it hurt to sneeze, it hurt to breathe too deeply.

The school staff had been kind enough to give him a work packet for what he assumed was elementary basics. At least, from a brief glance through the maths was so easy that he couldn't imagine it was anything else. For a brief moment he considered that maybe he was simply good at maths, then the sneer on his father's face appeared in his mind. No, it was impossible he was good at something. The problems he encountered perfecting Unsubtle ranged from mapping stress and strain effects to compensating for the Corioliseffect caused by Remnant's rotation in space, and obviously if Marcus could do those anyone could.

The history material was slightly more complex and would require some study. It was not his strong suit though he enjoyed the stories of the exploits of past heroes and generals.

He would have continued to rifle through the paperwork some more but by then he had reached the cafeteria. Well, it could wait until he had something to eat. To his suprise the door opened for him as Diamond stepped out.

"Oh hello. Lunch is done already?" he asked.

[Assistant]
"I was just about to go look for you. How are you feeling?" Diamond asked, noticing the careful breathing. She wished she trained her aura to heal others, but alas one could only learn that much in a year, and prior to being thrown into juvy she didn't really care for the wounds of others. "With the way this is going, there won't be students left to fight in a few days." she noticed, before answering the leader's question.

"No you still have time, But some guy just wrecked everything that was on the table we were at, so you might wanna take an umbrella or something. The place is minutes form a food fight." she rolled her eyes, "Unless you're happy with vending machines. I'll treat you! Need to go get a new carton anyway." she noted, addressing her yesterday's lack of smokes. Diamond noticed it would be difficult getting a break to get outside during the classes. Maybe it was just as well though, she should cut back on those. Allright, one in the evening and extra if someone pisses me off. Let's try sticking to that. she thought, wondering how long she can keep that drastic of a reduction up.


[System]
Ultimate (SHSL) Hacker:
Lilly is, as put by the Hopes Peak Board, "An incredibly talented hacker, a nigh prodigy in the field." While her knowledge and skills extend into other branches of programming, her primary talent is finding, exploiting and breaching systems, allowing her to steal or destroy data, manipulate devices, and wreak havoc.

Gender:
Female

Appearance:
Lilly stands at approximately 5 foot, with short, greyish white hair, tipped with like pink highlights. She is of a slim build, possessing petite features, soft, pale skin, and deep blue eyes that drift into a light turquoise towards the pupil, and a particularly expressive countenance. While she bears something of a beautiful face and figure, her wardrobe is somewhat plain, boasting few particularly eye catching outfits, mostly consisting of unbranded shirt, jackets, skirts and trousers fit for most any occasion. Alongside this, she also carries a stuffed rabbit, which is somewhat worn from years of play, is missing an eye, and has a couple patches. She holds it tightly, often to her chest, and toys with it when nervous.

Personality:
Quite the bundle of energy, Lilly is a very animated character, loving fluffy animals, parties, and anything fun. Though being somewhat quiet, she is a very animated character, with a wide range of facial expressions and actions that she uses to great effect, able to illustrate how she feels even without vocal verification. At first, she can often be mistaken as shy, however prolonged exposure to her nature sheds light on how wrong such an assumption is.

Lilly is also a very capable individual. She can easily keep calm under pressure, and has a selectively eidetic memory to boot, allowing her to identify and solve issues quickly and effectively, much the same as she does in her work (just don't expect her to remember your name). Her lack of emotional response in stressful situations occasionally elicits worried and curious questions from her peers, although she tends to ignore them.

Another facet of her personality manifests in boundless curiousity. She has an insatiable need to know how things work, especially when it comes to people. It led to her interest in coding, and hacking, and everything she ever does. She also expresses some blurred moral concepts, though she likes to keep them hidden as to not disturb or concern her friends.

Backstory:
Lilly was as much of a normal child as one could hope for. Healthy, kind, friendly and fun. At least for the first few years of her life. The moment she was introduced to the internet, though, sparked something of a change. She was intelligent, that had been noticed, but the extents to which her intellect reached were far beyond what her family had imagined. She was programming websites at age five, and manipulating systems not long after. Suddenly she was drawing in money from God knew where, and though her parents were happy, they were somewhat worried, as any self respecting parent would be.

The truth came out several years later, when she was questioned by the FBI. She had been acting as a White Hat since age seven, and had been feeding information in the form of anonymous tips to the police for years after. Her exploits were finally acknowledged when she uncovered details of a prominent hacking group know as the Round Table, as well as a terror attack that they had been planning along similar atrocious act committed some years prior. Thanks to this, she was guaranteed a space in Hopes Peak as the Ultimate Hacker once it finally reopened.

Miscellaneous:
* She's a sucker for sweets and fluffy animals of all kinds, though she avoids milk and dark chocolate.
* Doesn't care for sports, but she finds wrestlers silly and funny.
* Cuddly toys for life.
* Is very protective of her stuffed rabbit.
* Colour is PaleVioletRed

[User]
Aurel(@Savo)
Chikako & Monokuma (@Ammokkx)

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Snow stood across the room from Chikako. There wasn't that much distance between them, but it felt like Snow was on a different planet. As if standing on the moon looking down at earth, she looked at the dancer unable to grasp her own feelings.

"When you look at her, knowing what she's done, what do you see? You should hate and despise her, she's a monster who murdered in cold blood." As she spoke, her eyes never looked at anything but Chikako, who was pushing Lilly away at this point. "I look at her, and I see a mistake; a pitiful girl with no control over her pathetic human impulses… They always end up like that."

She then turned to Aurel, though her eyes were noticeably devoid of light. Stroking a strand of hair behind her ear, she looked at him.

"Yes I'm okay, and I don't need your sympathy, it's only a matter of time before you end up like Naomi… or Chikako."

Ryuma, who was across the room from Snow heard those words, and they didn't sit right with him. He clenched his fists and firmly walked towards Snow with the full intent of rejecting her stance, until he was blocked midway by the arm of Flare. "Flare, the fuck are you doing!? Didn't you hear Snow? she-"

"Stop. You're gonna make things worse." Flare interrupted Ryuma before she lowered her arm.

"Come on, she is obviously not okay, if we leave her like that, she's gonna shut herself in."

"You can't help her right now, she's already shut herself in. Let her process what happened before you force your ideals on her."

"...Fuck-sake, I hate this."

"Think about yourself first. You can't tell me you don't care about Chikako."

Ryuma's shoulders drooped as he was forced to think about what was about to happen."Naomi didn't deserve this. I can't forgive Chikako, but christ, that doesn't mean she needs to die for it." His face tensed up as he looked at Chikako.

"Whoever controls that bear is the one I can't forgive. Chikako would never have needed to turn to murder if it wasn't for them... In fact-" Flare walked up towards Chikako and the bear, her brows intensely furrowed. "Bear! You think you have us eating out of your hand like little piggies hoarded into pens, but you're wrong. You killed Naomi, and for that, you will pay." ending her sentence, Flare released a big sigh before turning to Chikako.

"Himura Chikako, I forgive you."

[Assistant]
Monokuma

Flare's declaration rang loud and clear through the courtroom, stunning everyone present into silence. Not even the culprit, Chikako, had anything to say. An ominous laugh echoed in the massive hall, disturbing the silence. "Puhuhu... Puhuhu!" the bear cackled from his throne, holding his belly as he bellowed. Once Monokuma settled down, he casually put his elbow on the railing of his seat. He placed his head comfortably inside the palm of his paw. "Honestly, you kids are the best!" he said. "I can't believe you're still so full of hope and kindness after all that..."

The bear flashed its teeth with a sinister smile.

"Isn't it funny? No matter how you look at it, I didn't lift a finger this entire time! The blood of that girl... the crime of murder... that thrill was alllll Chikako!"

"Flare and Hibiki are right!" Taka shouted at Monokuma. "It's not her goddamn fault! If you hadn't locked us all up here, none of this would've happened! You did this!"

"GYAHAHA!" Monokuma cackled, throwing himself onto his back, legs flailing wildly in the air. "Who cares what I've done? I'm guilty of a lot of things, but not murder!" he retorted. The mascot regained his composure as quickly as he'd lost it, straightening his posture and tapping the edge of his seat. "You know... I really hate murderers," he said. His voice, despite being as shrill as it was, seeped with malice. "Murderers and liars. They just won't accept what they've done... one's the reason someone's dead, and the other's the reason someone's hurt!" the bear explained. His one red eye flashed a brief glow. "There's only one fitting punishment for those kind of rotten people!"

"D-... do your worst! I'm not scared of you! Not anymore!" Chikako yelled back, the desperation crystal clear in her voice.

Monokuma ignored the girl. A button popped up in front of him. He still had more to say, beginning with: "For the crime of killing Naomi Fuduka..."

"...! Everyone, get back!" Ayu suddenly yelled, despite having been quiet this entire time.

"IIIIIT'S PUNISHMENT TIME!"

Monokuma brought down a mallet on the button.

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Fever Time!~Himura Chikako's execution~

One part of the courtroom's walls slid into the floor. A collar shot out from the newly-opened passageway, snapping around Chikako's neck before she had any time to react. The girl, stunned for a moment, reached out to it. The collar had a wire, one which pulled and began to drag her away, quickly ramping up speed as she vanished down the corridor. Nobody had time to chase Chikako as the wall aggressively slammed back into place the moment she'd vanished into it. Several monitors lit up all over the room. The same image was transmitted on all of them; live footage from a dance game, on which a Monokuma unit was having the time of its life. The robot made a couple missteps, throwing off the game and failing the stage. 'GAME OVER' flashed across the screen. The four-directional input beneath the Monokuma fell open like a trapdoor, throwing the bear into the abyss below.

The next time everyone saw Chikako, she was lowered onto that selfsame machine. She had chains attached to crucial joints on her body. Her neck, shoulders, wrists, knees... it's as if she were a marionette. Those chains forced her movements to set the game to a nightmare difficulty, starting the stage. Chikako had a few moments to brace herself as the screen counted down to the start of the game. The chains attached to her drooped down, having been lengthened so she regained limited freedom.

When the nightmare started, Chikako desperately danced to save herself, not missing a single step even as the chains lightly tugged at her. Vivid colors flashed across the monitors for the combos Chikako managed to rake in. Her score grew larger, the timer counted down. Chikako's sweat built up, her breathing was ragged. Everyone was powerless to help out, forced to watch for what felt like a nail-biting eternity. Then, she cleared it. A temporary wave of relief washed over both Chikako and her audience, the game displaying the "YOU WIN!" message with appropriate bells and whistles. After a results screen, another message popped up.

"NIGHTMARE CLEAR! HAVE A NICE DEATH."
All of the chains pulled at once, tearing and mangling Chikako's body in six different ways. Blood splashed on the cameras, tinting the displays red. The monitors flickered, resting on one last image: The former ultimate's body parts dangling from the ceiling.

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Monokuma

Monokuma was the first to speak up after the execution. "Oh, how wonderful!" he said merrily. "The look of despair on her face when all that effort was for nothing... I get all antsy just thinking about it!" Accompanying Monokuma was the sound of the elevator doors opening. "The day's still young, campers! Enjoy it, for what it's worth! Gyahaha!"

And with that, in a puff of smoke, Monokuma vanished.

[User]
While Shirou and Izo stared on, facing the death had on, for one feeling or another, Lilly found herself to Flare, and buried her bleary eyes into the girl's clothes. Watching death, especially that of a friend, was beyond her - beyond the capacities that lay within her. In her memories, death had never been close. The eerie proximity that many, even at her age, felt, coming for their family, their friends. Around corners and standing subtly out of view, until it passed by like a cloud, overcasting a life to an endless, sunless void. A city girl who had a fascination with computers, who was she to face down death?

"This never happens again," Shirou's voice was cracked, and the words he spoke filtered from a throat seized in the pain of tears. Lilly glanced out from beneath Flare's stature and clothes, keeping the gruesome sight of Chikako's desecrated body out of her periphery, in the direction of the hero - and through her own tears saw his, built around the edges of his bloodshot eyes. His gaze remained fixed on the screens, brow furrowed and jaw clenched in an expressive mix, of anger and sadness and fear, and the crushing failure of his inaction. "This never happens again - Chikako died because she didn't trust us to help her. She thought she could fix everything on her own, and every single one of us has to pay for it. If any of you, any of us, fears something like Chikako did, please, please, you have to trust me, us, to help you. Don't throw away yours and somebody else's lives out of, out of fear, or anger, because that's how Monokuma and the Mastermind of this game control us. Nobody else is going to die, this can't happen again. Is that understood?"


[System]
Age: 14 years old
Superhero Alias: The Barrier

Superhero status: (Aspiring Student/Student/Superhero) Student

Quirk Name: Bubble

Quirk Ability: Can make an impregnable barrier around myself and others. Drawback it last is last as long as holding breath and have to have hands in a box shape shape while doing it.

Looks: (Refer to the pic)

Brief Bio: Alexa shares her home with her Mother Melanie, Father Hank, and younger brother Ian. Her mother, a quirkless martial artist, runs a dojo teaching neighborhood kids how to fight. Her classes are filled with quirked and quirkless children. She believes that you can help even if you aren't strong and it's up to you to figure out how. Hank, uses of the Iron stomach, is a firefighter. His ability is to stretch his stomach into a barrier to protect people from falling debris and certain kinds of attacks. Always the first one to run into a blaze to make sure everyone is safe. Ian is 3 years younger than Alexa, but his abilities are growing quite fast. He can bubble a part of his body to use as a weapon, creating a sort of bludgeon. Alexa also has a cousin who spend quite a bit of time over her house. Her cousin is named Lita and she has the puffer ability. When she chooses she grows almost twice her size with prickly poisonous spines with a pufferfish like resemblance. She has a hard time recovering her size when she uses it. Lita's mother has a mermaid like quirk, hardened shiny scales and nails, also fins on her legs and arms. Lita's father, can make his hand expand and harden like his brother Hank, but it isn't as useful.

Alexa learned of her ability at a very early age. When her mother began teaching them self defense, her brother would always target her. She threw a tantrum and decided to hold her breath. A small weak barrier formed.

Once the barrier was discovered, Alexa underwent rigorous "unwanted" defense training. Ian was delighted by this because he could test his fists against her barrier.

She wants to be a hero because her parents taught her that is the most important way to go.

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[User]
Gale woke up several minutes before his alarm went off. The anxiety and excitement of the moment woke him up. Today was his first day attending the same school his brother graduated from. The pressure he felt in his chest with that thought in mind was enough to make him stay in bed.

The blaring of his alarm snapped him back into reality dispelling most of his unwanted thoughts. He hopped out of bed and got ready for school. When he was done, he stared at himself in the mirror. His school uniform fit perfectly. It felt warm and comfortable around his shoulders. It made him feel powerful. It made him feel a step closer to his brother.

Gale made his way downstairs where his parents were already eating breakfast. They gazed at him for a moment eyes beaming with excitement. Gale's mother stood up from the table and gave him a hug.

"You look amazing," she said.

"I feel amazing," he replied back with a smile.

"You look like Bruce," his father said stepping to his side.

"Nah. I look much better than he did."

They all chuckled. Gale's father placed a hand on his shoulder. "You'll do fine." He said firmly.

"Thanks."

He kissed both his parents on the cheek before grabbing his bookbag and heading out the door.

He soon arrived at the gates of U.A. It was much more intimidating than he could have imagined. He would not let the moment overcome him though. He steeled himself and walked through the doors. The hallway was bustling with students looking for their classrooms. Excited, nervous, anxious, prideful faces and voices filled the atmosphere.

Gale soon found his classroom. He walked through the doors looking for an empty seat. By this time most of the seats were already taken and the only seats available were in the front of the classroom.

'Shit.' He thought to himself and took his seat in the front center seat of the room.

[Assistant]
Herito Tokai

"Heritoooooooooo Heritoooo get up i got some to show youuuu"
shouted Ryuujin as he kicked open my door

*loud explosion* "AHhhh why would ya just kick in the door like that granddad?" quickly throws h-mag in the closet
my face red in embarrassment as my granddad quickly sizes up the room to make out what i was doing.

"Oooh what are hiding Heri-boy? dont tell me my new edition of midknight tales of darkness came in and you were reading first huh?"
Ryuujin said with pervish smirk on his face.

"Hey you dirty old man dont worry about what i was reading are ya gonna tell me whyya here or do ya wanna fight??" shouting and posing.

"im not here to train with you i just want to give you this here." immediately a letter comes flying at my face.

i snatched it out the air yelling "aye ya old fool that could've killed me ya know?' as im complaining to my granddad i hear a snap.
"Oh man oh man did i seriously just break this? who was it from? was it the lovely ladies that came over last time?'
immediately fantasizes.

"look closely at where that letter came from boy and then come see me in the dojo. Ryuujin walks out with a serious stern tone.

after examining the letter i was shocked. i got accepted to UA, the best place for me to improve my powers and maybe even get to see some interesting subjects. With a big evil grin i proceeded to the dojo ready to see what granddad wants and also to leave this place.

As i open the door to the dojo a massive amount of pressure hits me, one that feels vaguely familiar like the one 10 yrs ago. the pressure is so strong i start losing my senses and getting excited, my blood boiling as if im ready to fight a strong opponent. i point to the sky and call out sosa komaki one of my very first and favorite weapon i forged after gaining the dna of a certain element quirk user.
i steeled myself ready to strike down the thing that emitting this dreadful pressure to only realize who it was standing looking at me with a smile fist clenched ready to fight, it was Ryuujin.... While putting my blade away i try to calm myself to and not give into my bloodlust ignoring the pressure Ryuujin is blatantly throwing out i hear him say this " Herito i see that you have been improving on controlling that bloodlust are you sure you dont want to fight not even the tiniest bit i know how you get around people with *interesting* skills and quirks. at first i thought you would only be interesting in fights but i see you have other goals besides fighting would you like to share these goals with me ?"
 Now my first thought was to just tell him what i really wanted the secrets behind quirks and to find some good specimens for research, but i lied instead saying "if i was able to attend UA i would be able to improve and control my powers and be able to test my skills make friends and also be a Hero! ill even get you some photo of the teachers too!" instantly the pressure he was emitting subsided.
Then Ryuujin walk towards me putting his hand on my shoulder whispering in my ear " ok but ima need those photos huhuhuhu you better not forgot or you will feel my wraith boy. now when do you leave you? " sending a creepy chill down my spine i knew he was serious.

[User]
Yawwnnnnnnn.. that was a good nap i cant believe i was able to convince granddad to let me go to UA." i thought to myself as i'm looking around to see what time it was. i glanced over and wiped my face just to panic. " No No i overslept, now i wont have time to prepare for my grand entrance." i shouted with my hands clasped to my face and then pointed at my gear to put away. "hahahaha looks i still need to work on my range guess im just gonna take u with me...sooo soft and smooth to the touch but looks so fluffy i have to wrap u around my neck, my beautiful bloodrose scarf." as i wrapped it around my neck smiling uncontrollably. Well school is most not that far but I shouldn't been tinkering with my latest subject that long last night. ohhhh how I can't wait to get back to you but these sweet gems at UA will be great too. *heavy breathing while staring at his cpu*.

Later gramps I shouted as I sprinted out the house and down the mountain.
As I'm sprinting down the mountain I realize I forgot to disable the traps.
After evading the traps and working my way down the mountain, I finally arrive at UA. Looking through the directory I headed to my class and noticed I wasn't the only one running behind.

Entering the classroom I scanned around and found a seat next to a physically fit girl. As I take my seat next to her I tried to hide my excitement but couldn't *heavy breathing starts*

[Assistant]
Walking into the building he sees the class roster and looks at who his teacher and the students.

"Gang Orca huh? I heard a lot of good things about him from pops. Hopefully he'll help become a great hero so I can surpass my dad. Let me go get a seat before I have to seat in the front."

Andrew walks the class and scans the classroom for an empty seat and finds the perfect one in the back corner by the window. He goes and takes his seat.

Gang orca walks in and greets the class and tells them about the physical test.

"Well this test finna be a breeze."

[User]
A few more students entered the class in a hurried pace, causing Gang Orca to clear his throat in a loud manner. He then started up again. He did take into account the reaction to his booming voice the first time.

"I am Gang Orca. I will be your teacher for your duration at this school. It is good to meet you all. I don't need to explain how important your education here is. Take it seriously and you will go far." Gang Orca's voice was stern but actually on the quieter side.

For a moment he stopped, reached under his desk, and grabbed buckets. The massive man walked over to the door, placed the buckets outside the door, and closed it.

"Anyone who shows up to this class when the door is closed, does not come inside until after lunch. They will report to the restroom, fill the buckets with water, and proceed to hold them until I give them permission not to. These punishments will change over time. Please don't make me become creative."

He gave the class a steely glare.

Alexa shuddered at the thought of what other penalties he could come up with. That glare seemed to strike her at the core.

Gang Orca proceeded to explain what would be expected of the students. How they represented the school now and Wanted to express the impending danger that would come with the title of Hero.

"Alright, enough of me talking. I want you students to introduce yourselves in front of the class, discuss your power, show it if you can, and then the next student will do the same. Pretty easy." He said easily as he took a seat at his desk, then crossed his arms. Orca cocked his head to the side and looked over the student list. "Alexa Barnes, please come to the front of the class."

Hearing her name be called really ran through her system like an electrical current. Of course she would be picked first to introduce herself. Slowly, she got up and nervously walked over to the front of the class. She skittishly brushed the wrinkles out of her skirt and looked up to the class. It took her a moment to realize she was in front of Gale's desk. She gave him a small wave, then started to talk.

"H-Hi *she cleared her throat* My name is Alexa Barnes. I am a support class student. I like running, capybaras, and pastries. My quirk.... I can create a barrier around myself when I hold my breath and put my hands together. If I don't put my hands together, it becomes porous. It is also soundproof."

Alexa turned and took a couple steps toward the door. Next, she put her hands in a box shape. Lastly, she took a deep breath in and held it. A small barrier formed around her. It was a little opaque in color and it was pretty sturdy. She held it for a moment, then released her breath and hands.

"Very interesting. What features did you add to your suit for school? I mean your hero suit."

That was not a question she was expecting. She turned to her teacher.

"Um.. I included an air tank to increase the barrier or bubble time limit. Ultra grip boots because the bubble is slippery. And safety straps for the back of the suit for anyone else in the barrier in case we have to move."

"Interesting… You don't have armor for yourself? I mean any additional protection besides your bubble."

Alexa thought to herself for a moment. It was something that she never considered. Her quirk was all she ever needed. It never occurred to her.

"Judging from your face, you haven't. I would strongly suggest it. It may affect your speed, but it could help you in the future."

 "Thank you Mr. Orca. I'll try to add that to my form."

Gang Orca nodded and waved her to her desk. After the purple-haired girl sat, his voice boomed again.

"Next student, Selena Holland. Please come up front."