[System]
Age: 17

Heritage: The son of Hatter Madrail. Ghent's mother was murdered a few years after he was born.

Adoptive parents: Frederick and Elise Preston. Elise was the first to find Hatter's son; she was astonished to discover him in the woods near their home, disoriented and impossibly lost.

Appearance: Thick, medium length black hair. The style is unpredictable, but the layers sometimes give it an unruly appearance. His bangs fall in front of his eyes, which are blue in color and have a sharp, piercing quality to them. The rest of his features are dark and seem to contrast against his paler-than-should-be skin. He has a lithe build and currently stands at 5'9", but has about a year left to grow.

Distinguishing Marks: A few light freckles running across the bridge of his nose. A more noticeable one is underneath his left eye. He has a small scar underneath his jaw.

Clothes Wear: Whatever's comfortable. He usually wears hoodies, jeans, worn out sneakers, and three quarter/graphic t-shirts.

Abilities: Strength and magic, both inherited from his race. As far as magic goes, Ghent was completely unaware of the ability until Drust and Elayra came to earth. Understandably, he is inexperienced but has the potential to become better with practice.

Weapons: A staff, given to him on page 13.

Personality: It's no secret that Ghent can be a pain. He isn't malicious, but he enjoys pushing the buttons of others in order to get a reaction out of them. His sarcasm usually lands him in trouble, but his past experiences haven't been enough for him to keep his mouth shut. Despite his immaturity, he has a good heart. Ghent has lazy tendencies, but can be hard working with proper motivation.

Major Positive Traits: Compassionate. Empathetic. Hardworking (sometimes).

Major Negative Traits: Sarcastic. Cocky. Klutz. Impulsive. Awkward.

Weaknesses: At times, Ghent doubts himself and his abilities. The fear of failure usually prevents him from achieving success. Having lived in two worlds, he struggles with deciding where he belongs and where his loyalties lie.

Ticks and Tags: Ticks: Fidgets a lot, often with the drawstrings of his hoodies. When he's faced with a situation he can't wrap his mind around, he will pace and/or mumble to himself until he can make sense of what's happening.  Tags: "Cut me some slack!" "Great." "Wait, what?"

Fears: Ghosts. Failure. Being unable to return home. Wonderland in general.

Short Bio: Ghent's story could have been a tragic one, had he not been found. He was discovered in a forest as a toddler, and later adopted by the very family that took him in.
 For much of his childhood, Ghent lived in the comforts of a small farmhouse in the country. Life was serene, quiet, and good. He grew up happy and healthy, with a mother who doted on him and a dedicated, hardworking father.
 Things changed when they moved. Seeking better employment, Mr. Preston uprooted his family to the city, which is where they remained for the years that followed.
 The city posed many differences and challenges, but Ghent learned to adapt and knew his way around. Unfortunately, street smarts didn't help much in school.
 As Ghent grew older, the nightmares and flashbacks became more frequent. Different events or images would trigger a memory, many of which involved Elayra and Drust. The memories confused and frightened Ghent. He never forgot Wonderland, but he learned to stop talking about it after his parents sought him professional help. It was something his mother made the mistake of telling her longtime friend, Mrs. Saxon.
 News spread and rumors started. High school proved to be Ghent's biggest obstacle. He became an easy target for jokes and ridicule, and his grades began to suffer for it.
 Motivated by money and the desire to help his family financially, he began to take on odd jobs. His fifth job turned out to be his favorite: a part-time shift at Frank's Book Barn.
 Even there, Ghent wasn't free from Wonderland. Flashbacks would hit him at the most inconvenient times…and they didn't cease until became reunited with two important faces from his past.

Other Important Characters

Name: Henry

Age: 14

Appearance:  Henry is thin, wiry, with no muscle tone whatsoever. He makes an effort to look neat, but his untamed shock of ginger hair betrays him by looking a mess and his freckles are out of control. When reading, he wears thick black glasses over his large, brown eyes that give him an owlish appearance.

Clothes wear: Henry wears an odd mix of clothing. Most of his clothes are hand-me-downs from previous cousins, including Ghent. When his options are limited, he can be found wearing faded graphic t-shirts (he favors Disney ones) and jeans that have been rolled up at the cuffs in order to fit.

Personality: Despite a rocky home life, Henry remains optimistic, but he has a sensitive side that results in him crying at the drop of a hat. Although he has a sweet, childlike innocence about him, he isn't foolish. He's remarkably intelligent and has a great love for reading and learning. Because of his OCD, Henry is always cleaning and organizing, and likes to keep busy in order to make himself useful. His desire for perfect order can be a little overwhelming at times, but he means no ill intent and has great respect for his family and friends.

Bio: Henry is an only child who never longed for the company of a sibling. Growing up in the country, he had plenty of family and cousins to spend his time with. The families all lived quite close in the rural area, including the Preston family.
 Even as a toddler, Henry was fascinated by Ghent and seemed to gravitate towards him, viewing him as an older brother figure. To the delight of their parents, the three year age gap and a difference in personality didn't prevent the two boys from getting along.
 After the Preston family moved to the city, Henry was heartbroken. The families kept in touch when possible, making multiple visits during the holidays. The visits lessened over the years, but Henry took it upon himself to keep in touch through any means possible. To Elise's delight (and to Frederick and Ghent's dismay) Henry has been known to leave long rambling phone messages, sends more texts than a teenage girl, and writes letters so long, they need to be mailed in multiple envelopes.
 Henry is the only one Ghent continued to trust with his few memories of Wonderland. Their efforts to uncover the mystery were admirable, but brought nothing but disappointment and wild theories. Eventually, a disgruntled Ghent gave up, but Henry continued to search for the truth behind his cousin's past.

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"You're probably right." This was one of the rare moments where Ghent and Elayra could agree on something without arguing beforehand. The bandwagon of denial was going along smoothly until Drust hit them with the cold hard facts. "Or...not."
 Doubt began to creep its way back into Ghent's thoughts. He could feel the sensation of magic gradually weaken, which only helped to chip away at the confidence he built for himself. Alright, so maybe a few magic classes wouldn't hurt.
 Concerned that he was already losing his powers, Ghent attempted to read Elayra without making it obvious. Could she feel the magic fade too? He couldn't tell. Danger lurked around every corner, he needed to make sure he still had a way to defend himself.
 "Hey, guys? I couldn't help but notice that...woah." Ghent's words caught in his throat when the gate came into view. He couldn't deny the familiarity of the sight before him, he had seen this place countless times before. This was the setting for many of the nightmares and dreams he experienced as a child.
 "I don't think I could forget this if I wanted to." Ghent looked on in awe, taking in every detail, mesmerized by every heart and weathered stone. To stand in the place that haunted him for years was a surreal feeling. Seeing the gate no longer frightened him, it reassured him that he had been right all along.
 "I used to have the same dream...but it always ended here." Ghent stopped alongside of Drust and Elayra, his eyes never straying from the intricate metal doors. "The three of us were always in it, and it always ended the same way. After I stepped through the doors, I'd look back...and you weren't there anymore."
 Moving his backpack so that it rested evenly between both shoulders, Ghent nodded to the knight. "I guess you've found the fountain of youth, Drust. I know I've said it before, but you've barely changed." 'Barely' was accurate. In age, Drust looked about the same as he did, but Ghent knew the curse took a heavy toll on him. The darkness threatening to take over his eyes was evidence of that.
 "You've changed more though, Blondie." Ghent used his hand to measure the distance from his knee to the cobblestone ground. "You were just a bit shorter than you are now," he teased, amused by the memory of Elayra as a cute little toddler. Fourteen years later, here they were again. It didn't feel real.
 "Wish I remembered more." Sighing softly, Ghent ventured a few steps closer to get a better look. In the grand scheme of things, he knew remembering an old rusty gate wasn't all that impressive or helpful. "It's weird. I never forgot about you two...but I can't even remember my own parents."

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Elayra glanced to Ghent when he addressed her and Drust, only to trail off at the sight of the decaying gate. At the boy's answer to her question, she nodded, content that he at least remembered something of Wonderland.
 Drust stopped a few feet from the filigree designs of the gate, waiting for it to open for them as Ghent began his account of his reoccurring dream. His shoulders and jaw stiffened as the boy finished. Regret and guilt flashed in his gaze before his expression hardened to the beat of the hungry Curse threatening to consume the glazed crimson of his eyes.
 Elayra stopped beside Drust and glanced between him and the gate as Ghent commented on their appearances.
 Drust snorted and his lips rose in a bitter smile as he looked sideways at Ghent. "White Knights age differently," he answered laconically.
 Elayra scowled at Ghent's favorite nickname for her. She crossed her arms. "Shame, isn't it?" Her glare turned into a smirk. "You actually used to be cute."
 She shrugged stiffly as he finished speaking. "Maybe it's better you don't. Wouldn't matter now, anyway."
 Elayra's attention snapped to Drust, and a hand reached instinctively across her body to her sword when the man's face twisted in angered frustration. At first, she thought it had been her comment, but then he stepped toward the gates. This time, they had not opened for them.
 Drust gripped them and tugged, hard. A shimmer glistened over the enchanted ironwork and the stone heart blinked to life with a single, short-lived pink spark. His strength made its hinges rattle defiantly, but still it did not budge.
 His head twitched as he bent it with a low growl at the gate.
 "Drust?" Elayra stepped cautiously toward him, moving a hand to usher Ghent behind her. Her grip on her sword's hilt tightened when Drust spun around, the blade sliding an inch from its sheath.
 To her relief, the Curse had not taken him, though not for lack of trying.
 His gaze settled on Ghent. "Looks like we get to test your abilities." He jerked his head toward the gate, Elayra unsure if it was intentional, or another tick. "Without an active portal, it's locked itself to protect what remains. It won't open. Not willingly." Drust stepped aside. "A magic boost might help convince it."

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Ghent blinked in surprise. He never took the time to consider Drust wasn't human. This made him even more intriguing. He studied the man with growing curiosity, wondering how old the knight was if fourteen years did little to change him.
 "Used to be?" Elayra's remark distracted Ghent from guessing Drust's age. He shot her an unamused look, placing a hand on his hip. "Ha-ha, very funny. So, what you're trying to say is that I'm handsome now?" This wasn't the best time to make a claim on having good looks. No sleep, followed by a day in the rain and a trip through the portal left Ghent looking so disheveled, Miles looked dashing in comparison.
 Turning back to face the gate, Ghent waited to see if Drust possessed a magical key of some kind. He nodded in response to Elayra's comment about his lack of memories, his gaze lowering. "Yeah...I guess that's true." Doubt crept its way into his voice. Deep down, he wanted to remember his parents. Anything was better than nothing.
 It soon became apparent that there was no magic key. If there was, Drust couldn't find it, because he was showing signs of anger again.
 Without missing a beat, Ghent slipped behind Elayra. He hated to imagine what his former classmates would say to see such cowardice, but he wasn't taking any risks. Elayra had a sword, he didn't.
 "What's the problem?" Whispering so Drust wouldn't hear, Ghent watched from the safety of his human shield. When Drust looked to him, their eyes locked, and Ghent wanted to sink into the ground. His magic was to act as the key.
 "Me?" Nothing like being put on the spot. Thoroughly intimidated by Drust's eerie gaze, Ghent wished Elayra would volunteer in his stead. When she didn't, he ran a hand through his hair, further making a mess of his appearance.
 "Uh…well, okay! Sure!" Rubbing his forearm, Ghent stepped around Elayra, approaching the locked metal doors with reluctance. Now that he actually had to do something, the gate intimidated him all over again. It felt more foreboding, just as it did in his dreams.
 "Is there a special spell I should use?" Ghent's heart was beating so loudly in his ears, he was afraid Drust and Elayra would hear it too. "Just making sure. I meant to crack a window, but I almost flattened a store. It's been a little unpredictable."


[System]
Age: 22

Gender: Female

Personality: Emily goes through life at a relaxed pace, even when everyone around her is in a rush. She leaves no page unturned and no decision unplanned, quietly confident in herself and those around her. She is very logical and doesn't bring attention to herself, yet she enjoys the finer things in life and is thus commonly seen wearing...well, things like in her picture. She practices tai chi and is known to meditate on occasion. All this doesn't mean she has no sense of humor, however; she's always searching for a song to sing and a laugh to share.

Background: Emily had an idyllic upbringing, raised in the suburbs by an upper middle class family. She quickly decided to refuse financial assistance from anyone (especially her parents), viewing "old money" as undeserved. When old enough to work, she started from scratch, working anywhere that would hire her. A string of jobs including receptionist jobs, a long stint at Chipotle and the occasional modeling gig eventually earned her enough money to afford higher education, and she enrolled in college as soon as she could. Studying to become an architect, she now works a part-time job as a receptionist for the university. Although she has a steady flow of income, the lucrative nature of Project Olympia combined with her scientific "why not?" conclusion drew her to the experiment.

Chosen Pill Color: Maroon

Other: Emily can often be found with headphones on her ears. She usually serenades herself to the sweet sounds of the Alan Parsons Project, and enjoys singing despite never taking any lessons or being in choir.

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"Oooh, making costumes already? Do mine, too!" Felyse spoke up from his spot on the couch – the one that was in front of the giant computer screen where he watched the other's playing Halo – and looked up from his bag of ranch Doritos he was once so focused on. Tossing the chips to the side, he crawled his way to the back of the couch, resting his head against the palm of his hands, as he watched Penelope work her magic around the sewing machine.

"I want a black hoodie with lime green patterns. Same thing with my mask; although, something that covers my whole head and faceless." Unconsciously, Felyse combed the strands of hair beneath his chosen hat-of-the-day with a hand. White with red tips – his hair stood out more than what his envisioned hero outfit ever would be. Like a watermelon snow cone amidst the tundra. There was always the option of dyeing, buuuuut that would be an attack on his individuality… also, his lazy side was opting out. As an extra precaution – and a security blanket – he got a brand new hat all picked out for mission impossible; although, truthfully, the headgear was more for aesthetic effect than anything else.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he watched his teammates going about. He grabbed the bag of chips and munched away. Research he could do, but planning away was a no-go; so he left that task to his more methodical comrades. "By the way, anyone got any heroic names all planned out?"

[Assistant]
Emily put her XBox controller down and turned around to look at Penelope, chuckling at her military uniform suggestion. "I don't need anything flashy," she replied. "As long as it's a comfortable, pretty dress, I'll be happy. I trust your fashion sense." She thought a moment. "Though, it could be flashy if everyone else's is," she opined. "I do like Tony Bowls."

Turning to Felyse, she said, "Being hyperintelligent doesn't mean I'm hyper creative too," she replied with a chuckle. "The name is always the hardest part - not even superpowers can change that."

Keeping her ears open for replies or new conversations from anyone in the room, Emily picked up her controller and turned her attention back to Halo.

[User]
Penelope chuckled, hearing Felyse ask her to do his. "I will, I will!" She called out, smiling. She nodded to him when he told her what he wanted and stopped what she was doing to write it all down. Black hoodie, lime green patterns... full mask. She nodded her head at her notes and then turned back to her work space to begin working on her own mask.

Penelope lifted a brow at Emily's remarks and chuckled. "Nah, I wasn't really going for flashing. Pretty normal, actually. Sort of like, they could pass for normal outfits only... with a mask to hide our faces. You just can't wear that specific outfit in public..." She explained, trailing off a bit.

Hearing Emily reply to Felyse, Penelope decided to chime in as well. "I'm with Emily. I have no idea what to call myself. Elasti-Girl? Stretchy Chick? Rubber Lady? I'm... terrible at names. I mean, I can hardly name the characters in my works for school, much less as a nickname for myself." She replied, shaking her head as she heated plastic with a lighter to try and bend it to the shape of her face.

"So, yeah. I got nothing. What about you, Portal Boy? Maybe we should call you Chel? What's a feminine version of Chel? Chad?" She offered jokingly.

[Assistant] Victoria suddenly spoke up. "Hey, if we're talking outfits, I want something sleek and black, with a simple eye mask." She covered her eyes with her hands, leaving holes between her fingers for her eyes. "Something that'll lead perfectly into my panther form. Oh, maybe I could be 'Black Cat'! Oh, wait, that doesn't make sense when I shift to something else, does it? Maybe just 'Dark Shift' then?" She went back to sketching in her notebook. She had a rough outline of a female figure already, with shaded areas that showed she was wearing a skin tight black suit. "But, I don't know if I'd be able to go out in public dressed like that."

[User]
"Portal Boy, Chel, Chad - Call me whatever you want. Might be fun to see every villain search for every Chad and Chel in this city." Felyse grinned at Penelope, balancing the bags of chips on one leg. "Names shouldn't be too hard. Just add Captain or some other nifty title in front of a noun and - voila! - you got something! Captain Elastic sounds fitting, no? Or iDoctor for Ems?" Lazily, he reached for the extra XBox controller next to Emilia. "Psssst, iDoctor, let me join in."
"Ooooh, how about Lady Chimera, Vee? It's a dark and sexy name... or is it so sexy that it sounds villainous?" He tilted his hat way from his face and scratched his chin in thought. "Wait, won't your suit tear apart if you shift into something a big as a wildebeest?" He asked and turned to Vee, raising an eyebrow almost teasingly. "You might as well be better off wearing a bikini. Might even scare a few scofflaws."

[Assistant]
Scoring a double kill, Emily didn't turn from the screen but listened to the conversations around her.

"Elastigirl might have a problem with you using Elasti-Girl, Penelope," she called out jokingly. Glancing over at Felyse, she grinned as she remarked, "I'm just going to call you Chel anyway."

Her face changed to one of mock repulsion as Felyse gave suggestions. "An Apple product? Please, spare me," she replied. Grabbing the extra XBox controller before Felyse could and waving it teasingly in front of his face, she said "You can play if iDoctor goes away" with a smile indicating she was thoroughly enjoying herself but still serious about the name.

"I like Chimera though," she admitted, turning back to the screen holding out the other controller for Felyse to grab while resuming play herself with one hand. "Without the 'Lady' in front of it, I think it suits Vee nicely."

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Penelope chuckled listening to the other talk. She, of course, had written down what the others had asked of her and was busy working on everything. By tomorrow she'd have at least two or three of them done.

"Hey, I like iDoctor. It's funny even if it doesn't suit you. Then again, I'm terribad at names so the most creative thing I've got is Tech Girl. And Elastigirl can kiss my ass. I'm real, she's not. Not that I wanted to use that name anyway. Though I feel like if I call myself Captain Rubber people will make jokes I don't want them making." She spoke, snorting at her last statement.

"And I agree with Emily. Chimera is a nice name for ya, Vee. It fits. Wild and crazy beast." Penelope poked fun at Vee, sticking her tongue out at the friend. She finished up her mask and set it aside to dry before working on Emily's suit. Her plan for Emily was a short red-dress accented with black lace and an ornate black belt. That is, if she could spare the concentration to make it look nice. For now, she set to work drawing up the plan. "I'm working on yours next Emily, if you want to have a look at the designs." Penelope offered, bent over the work desk drawing over a sheet of paper.

Penelope had long since stripped herself of the limited fabric of her jeans and was now in a large sweater and sweatpants. The sweat pants her hiked up to her knees as she liked it that way, no matter how silly it made her look.

"What about Mrs. Universe? Since Emily can sort of know anything at the top of a hat. Eh... it might not fit..." She offered, biting her lip a bit as she thought some more.

[Assistant]
Heather was seated on one of the forgotten couches, her feet curled under her and her body was slightly hunch over a large smartphone resting in her lap. She swipes halfheartedly through through an endless feed of photos and self involved statuses from her friends and classmates. Even if she seem totally involved in her phone, Heather's mind was more concern with the upcoming mission. She tried examine the situation with a calmness that Heather was used to, but there was still a small feeling of fear. With a sigh, Heather tries to focus on the chatter around her. This should be the fun part, the part were the ragtag group designs a identity for themselves. Costumes wold be created, and names will be decided in an effort to complete the illusion of heroism. Heather peeks up from her screen to observe the group grow more involved with giving out names.

She does speak up with any ideas of her own, but she instead thinks up possible names for herself. Given her ability, Heather would have plenty of names to pick from. Bolt and Surge would not do, and sparks just sounded lame.
"Maybe voltage." Heather speaks out, mostly to herself but also to whoever happen to be listening in the room. "I kinda like voltage, could tack a 'Mis.' Or 'lady."" She says with a shrug.

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"I like the dark motif though. I think I'll go with 'Dark Chimera'. Has a nice, mysterious ring to it." Vee put the finishing touches on her sketch and passed it to Penelope. "Here, what do you think?"

The outfit was simple, a tight, form fitting black suit covered the body, complete with gloves and boots. The mask was equally economic, just a black eye mask to hid her identity. There were, however, two extravagant details to the costume, a trailing sewn in scarf and a utility belt of sorts around the waist. Her measurements were penned into the corner of the drawing.

"Hey, how about 'Blue bolt'? You know, like that old saying? I think that might fit you." Vee pushed away from the table in her rolling chair and spun across the room, obviously having fun with this whole idea.

[Assistant]
Emily scored a Killtrocity, ending the Halo match. As the next match loaded, she put her controller down once more and got up to go look at Penelope's drawings. "Well, I like Miss Universe better than iDoctor," she chuckled.

Reaching Penelope's table, Emily peered over the elastic female's sketches. "Ooh, that's nice," she remarked. "I like it! Especially the lace. See, I knew I could trust your fashion sense," she concluded with a friendly grin. While she was at it, she took a look at some of the drawings for the others, including the one Vee had just put on the table. "We're going to be quite the varied group," she remarked absentmindedly and walked back to her place in front of the TV.

Jumping back into the match, she also commented on Heather's name suggestions. "Lady Voltage isn't bad," she said. "You could do something with Lightning too."


[System]
Age: 16

Gender: Female

Appearance:
She's rarely ever seen without her Newsboy's Cap, and will pretty much wear it anywhere, and with anything.
Personality:
Maisy is in one word: Nosy. She's always trying to butt into conversations she finds interesting, and whenever someone's talking to her, its rare that she ISN'T writing something down, almost transcribing the conversation. She also loves to hear about people's thoughts on matters, their goals, and even what color their underwear is, if she cares enough about them. Her sense of humor is also absolutely terrible, letting her almost pass out from laughing if someone tells an atrocious pun.

History:
Not much is to be said about Maisy's life, aside from that her dad was the world's equivalent of a Superfan for pro duelists. Growing up with posters and merchandise of some of the best duelists around, she was in no short supply of role models, and in no short supply of entertainment, watching old re-runs of turbo duels with her father, and even sometimes playing "Pretend Action Duels" with him.

Her father, who once told the story about how he saw the King of Games duel in person when he was a kid, would often times stay up late with her, and sometimes duel with a blanket over them, and a flashlight under the covers. Such a pro-dueling environment naturally lead to Maisy wanting to be like the people she looked up to, and to try and reach for the pro circuit. With the help of her father, she finally got into the Tower program, and can't help but be excited on being able to meet TONS of good duelists, and maybe even a few pros. Wherever they may be, no Pro-Duelist is safe from her asking them for an autograph.

Favorite Card/Archetype or theme: Fabled/Naturia, Stalling

Chosen courses: Action Dueling/Synchro

Current Dorm: Wind

Chosen Structure Deck: Fables & Fiends

Chosen Pack: Hidden Arsenal 4: Trishula's Triumph

43 TOTAL
Monsters
Grapha, Dragon Lord of Dark World x1
Snoww, Unlight of Dark World x1
Ceruli, Guru of Dark World x1
Zure, Knight of Dark World x1
Renge, Gatekeeper of Dark World x1
Scarr, Scout of Dark World x1
Kahkki, Guerilla of Dark World x1
Gren, Tactician of Dark World x1
Broww, Huntsman of Dark World x1
Beiige, Vanguard of Dark World x1
Brron, Mad King of Dark World x1
Sillva, Warlord of Dark World x1
Goldd, Wu-Lord of Dark World x2
Reign-Beaux, Overlord of Dark World x1
Belial - Marquis of Darkness x1
Tragoedia x1
Newdoria x1
Goblin King x1
Grave Squirmer x1
Card Guard x1
Battle Fader x1
Infernity Knight x1
Blade Knight x1

Spells
The Gates of Dark World x2
Dark World Lightning x1
Gateway to Dark World x2
Dark World Dealings x1
Allure of Darkness x1
Card Destruction x1
Terraforming x1
Dark Eruption x1

Traps
Dark Scheme x1
The Forces of Darkness x1
Deck Devestation Virus x1
Eradicator Epidemic Virus x1
Mind Crush x1
Dark Deal x1
The Transmigration Prophecy x1
Escape from the Dark Dimension x1
Dark Bribe x1

Extra: 4

Fabled Ragin x1
The Fabled Unicore x1
The Fabled Kudabbi x2

Monsters
Grapha, Dragon Lord of Dark World x1
Snoww, Unlight of Dark World x1
Ceruli, Guru of Dark World x1
Zure, Knight of Dark World x1
Renge, Gatekeeper of Dark World x1
Scarr, Scout of Dark World x1
Kahkki, Guerilla of Dark World x1
Gren, Tactician of Dark World x1
Broww, Huntsman of Dark World x1
Beiige, Vanguard of Dark World x1
Brron, Mad King of Dark World x1
Sillva, Warlord of Dark World x1
Goldd, Wu-Lord of Dark World x2
Reign-Beaux, Overlord of Dark World x1
Belial - Marquis of Darkness x1
Tragoedia x1
Sangan x1
Newdoria x1
Goblin King x1
Grave Squirmer x1
Card Guard x1
Battle Fader x1
Defender of the Ice Barrier x2
Neo Flamvell Hedgehog x1
The Fabled Pegulsus x1
Genex Ally Remote x1
Genex Ally Solid x1
Dragunity Primus Pilus
Warlock of the Ice Barrier x1
Naturia Strawberry x1
Fabled Soulkius x1
The Fabled Kokkator x2
Blade Knight x1
Fabled Urostos x1
The Fabled Ganashia x1
Infernity Knight x1
The Fabled Nozoochee x2
The Fabled Cerburrel x2
Valerifawn, Mythical Beast of the Forest x1
The Fabled Catsith x2
The Fabled Chawa x2
Shining Angel x2
Effect Veiler x1

Spells

Downward Current x1
De-Synchro x2
Obedience Schooled x1
Monster Reincarnation x1
Mystical Space Typhoon x1
Pride of the Weak x1
Constellar Belt x1
Forbidden Lance x1
The Gates of Dark World x2
Dark World Lightning x1
Gateway to Dark World x2
Dark World Dealings x1
Allure of Darkness x1
Card Destruction x1
Terraforming x1
Dark Eruption x1

Traps

Lumenize x1
Horn of the Phantom Beast x2
Side Effects? x1
Beast Soul Swap x1
Deal of Phantom x1
Sound the Retreat! x1
Enchanted Javelin x1
Draining Shield x1
Negate Attack x1
Torrential Tribute x1
Dark Scheme x1
The Forces of Darkness x1
Deck Devestation Virus x1
Eradicator Epidemic Virus x1
Mind Crush x1
Dark Deal x1
The Transmigration Prophecy x1
Escape from the Dark Dimension x1
Dark Bribe x1
Extra: 4

Fabled Ragin x1
The Fabled Unicore x1
The Fabled Kudabbi x2
Points: 13
(Summary)
Took a pack at the start: +0
Lost to Akemi: +15
Lost to Hayate: +15
Lost to Vincent: +15
Lost to Ethel and Ignia in a tag Duel: +15
Card Expenses: -47
Color: BC8F8F

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"Hey... Shinrei... talk to me... what is it that you regret the most in your life?" Hayato asked Shinrei out of nowhere. Shinrei didn't really want to answer questions at the moment. When he felt that surge back at the abandoned area he realized something was going on and was concerned for his sister's safety. When he had been lead out to the desert without a sign of her he thought she might have been abducted, but he later found out from one of his men that wasn't the case. "I lived it. Though the past is not important. So I only move forward." Shinrei said coldly yet kept his answer to Hayato as blunt as possible. He didn't want to talk about the darkness that enveloped around the dueling world or the insane experiments that companies performed on children. When he asked him what he regretted most in his life it almost irritated him since it reminded him of the moment his monster attacked his sister. He couldn't do anything and allowed to take away three months of her life. Three months that he had no way of returning to her. He didn't want to say the real answer to what he regretted the most so he came up with the most likely other answer which might satisfy Hayato, "Being related to my father."

He informed him about Ben who was hugging his sister. In the past that might make him burn with anger, but he decided he would trust in his sister's decisions. If he made her happy then that was more than he could ever do and he was happy for his sister. If he could comfort her when she was crying in agony then he wouldn't stand in the way of someone who could watch over her better than he could. Hayato then asked where Shinrei was and that wasn't a question he really wanted to answer. It wasn't like him to throw himself into other people's problems, but Hayate that day was a nostalgic feeling he felt from his mother. He couldn't explain why he felt that way nor did he want to talk about it. "Reviewing a file."

Shinrei didn't really want to listen to anything Hayato said. He was coming off as annoying though to prevent a feud between the two he tried to satisfy him by answering what questions he found as valid. One of the students mentioned that a girl with silver hair was hauled off to the infirmary carried by a brunette haired boy. Shinrei decided to head in the direction of the infirmary to confirm if it was his sister.
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Meawhile in the infirmary, Tsukiko lied in bed as she finally was starting to come to again. Her head was completely hazy as she couldn't really remember anything about what happened. She recalled bits and pieces that she summoned a monster that was so powerful that not even she could control it. She thought about that duel for a second then it hit her. She was coming back from the desert when she ran into Vincent who was coming down the flight of stairs to check on her he said, but she wasn't sure if that was entirely accurate or not. He challenged her to a duel where she felt strange during the course of the duel like something was trying to influence it. She wasn't entirely sure what it was, but she also remembered her card started to glow right before the duel started. It was obvious that card was Void Dragon, but she wasn't sure what it was trying to tell her.

She then remembered she could sense how powerful that card was and how dangerous it was if it fell into the wrong hands. That's when she finally realized that Shiyura was trying to warn her about using the card, but now that she used it the card she had been baptized by fire and now her fate was intertwined with it whether she wanted to accept that fact or not. It was then, she realized that boy that showed her that card when they were children was none other than her brother. It was the first card Shinrei had received from his mother before her death. A card that used to be really special to him until that fateful day during the Finals on the World Circuit. Shinrei was affected by the card in the same way she was on that day except he summoned a really powerful monster that she still couldn't remember the name of. If Shiyura had that monster then defeating him was not going to be as easy as she thought.

Tsukiko sat up on her bed as she used her palm to rub her head trying to focus as things were still a bit blurry and shaky. That monster she had used earlier felt like it had taken almost all the energy sucking her almost completely dry. She was still a little lethargic and a bit sleepy from the influence and negative effect it had on her body. Had that been someone else, she might have actually really hurt someone with the power of that card. It was Vincent though who had fully prepared himself against her double Fusion Summon which would have been curtain for most players. She didn't remember the result of the duel, because when she was finally freed from its control she felt sluggish where she collapsed within seconds after her monster disappeared. The monster may have disappeared, but its presence inside her had awakened. "He might not be that bad after all. Funny to think he'd care about girl like me who is always so negative about everything. Guess not all boys are bad." Tsukiko laughed as she lightly smiled trying not to let anyone see her doing it. She still didn't want to give the impression that she was a friendly girl as she still wasn't going to trust people so easily. That part of her didn't change, but she decided that she would allow Vincent an opportunity to get to know her better deciding he could be her friend like Ben.

[Assistant]
Michelle Kine
Fortunately the boy Michelle had bumped into was forgiving on the matter. Then the boy surprised her by identifying her as Michelle. "Yes, I'm Michelle," Michelle said, slightly confused as to how this boy knew her name before she was able to reveal it to him. She briefly wondered where he could have learned it, then made the conclusion that he probably recalled the sliver of information from a previous duel, most likely the placement duel from the first day of the academic year. Michelle looked downward as he placed a hand on her elbow, then looked back up to Joshua as she asked, "So, what's your name?"

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Leander Xenovia
"We haven't known each other very long, but we've had some good times, huh?" Leander mumbled, still talking to his Airknight Parshath card. Leander then drew the next card on his deck, which was revealed to be Nova Summoner. "You too, huh?" Leander said. "Well, see you guys next time." After putting his deck back into his deck box, Leander turned his head and spotted a girl on the bed next to him. She was looking at her deck as well, although with a frustrated expression. With a sight like that, what was Leander to do? Make friends with the new girl, of course! "Hey there, don't make that face," Leander said, lazily waving his hand around to try to catch Amelia's attention. "You should put a smile on your face, or the friends in your deck won't smile either."

[User]
Maisy hummed, frustration furrowing her brow as she looked over the packs. Fableds were spread out VERY widely it would seem...a lot were in the Hidden Arsenal packs, and they even had some Naturia cards. Scratching the back of her head as she mused over the possibilities, she couldn't help but try and remember what every Fabled card she'd seen, however few, actually DID. It was nice to have a lot of a kind of card, but there's no point in getting even a rare card if you have no idea how to use it. She's learned that the hard way with Soulkius and Peggulsus. Oh...but then there were the structure decks. Maybe she'd be able to switch up her playing style, or maybe even just change it entirely. But. Fableds were still cute. At least most of them. Soulkius wasn't exactly what one would call "Totes Adorbs" but hey, anything can be cute to someone out there.

With her mental struggle over with, Maisy got back to pack-picking, really, really wishing she could have won Akemi's friendship AND their duel so she could buy a pack...but she was fine with waiting a bit to get more cards. After all, losing was part of the adventure, right? That's what Dad always said. Thoroughly bored of pack-picking and theory testing in her head with what little she knew, Maisy curiously tip-toed over to the back of the other girl in the store as her packs were gotten, before asking: "Get any good pulls?" genuinely curious since right now it was either she talked to the other student, or talk to the shop owner and get kicked out for loitering.


[System]
Gender: Male

Age: 37

Stand: Smash Mouth

Appearance: Hogan is a 493.4cm long Australian saltwater crocodile. He has rows of large armored scutes across his back and down the length of the tail. His massive frame weighs a hefty 897.8kgs he has two sets of legs, each leg ending in gnarly looking claws. Then comes Hogan's huge maw, it's filled to the brim with bone crushing teeth, some of which are so large they have risk poking small holes into Hogan's upper lip. This monster maw segues into a pair of sickly yellow eyes, having the iconic silted pupil. The scales all over Hogan's body are a pale whiteish yellow, with the exception of occasional dark grey spot on his flanks.

Personality: Hogan is a rather sassy crocodile, not taking anybodies crap. He'll more than happily give you a proper smack if he hears any mumbling about him. He man not be able to speak, but that doesn't mean he doesn't know what you're saying. Aside from being a little pissy Hogan is actually pretty chill, content to just lay around and eat food, not being the type of crocodile to move much when he doesn't need to, and will often require some added incentive to get his scaly butt moving. Hogan is a loyal animal, despite what his sass would lead you to believe, he will lay down everything to protect those he cares about.

Skills: Hogan being a Saltwater crocodile has access to abilities that some other stand users don't. Primarily having a bite force of around 3700 psi or 16'000 newtons. Hogan can move his ass quite quickly when he needs to, being able to run around 25kph, but he would tire after a good 30-60 meters of sprinting. He makes up for his slow movement on the ground with high speed in the water at 15kph, which is close to twice as fast as Olympic swimmers. Hogan's tough armor also allows him to take slashes and stabs for short blades with much more effectively than humans, even without the use of his stand.

History: Hogan wasn't always the massive super croc in fact he used to be a rather small one, the runt of the family. And being a runt of a crocodile is as bad as it sounds, he struggled in almost every task a crocodile was supposed to be good at. He wasn't able to catch much prey, not only because of his weak frame, but because other crocodiles would beat him away from his meals, making life that much harder. And his situation wasn't improving, he'd gotten to the point where every meal was a blessing, and good health seemed like a distant dream.

But just when it seemed like his luck couldn't get any worse, he found himself bleeding out on the ground, stomach opened up by some kind of arrow. Hogan wasn't sure if his death would be a blessing or a curse, but he felt it was closer to the former. But suddenly the slow cold embrace that was death just. Stopped. He was suddenly feeling much better. He had no idea what was going on, but this close run in with death made him realize just how much he enjoyed living.

Unbeknownst to Hogan, he'd stumbled into some Stand Arrow, that was how he was able to obtain his incredible healing powers, thought he didn't understand he was a super crocodile yet, he quickly started to notice how different life was over the next few months. Hogan had managed to pick himself back up, his new healing powers letting him compete with other crocs, even though both parties left the fights unscathed. He was managing to put on some weight, although he was still a good deal smaller than he should be.

And it seemed that trappers had also noticed how small Hogan was, making him out as an easy target. Even with his healing powers, Hogan was unable to put up a fight against the humans and their weapons, being quickly knocked out with tranquilizers. When Hogan had finally woken up, he found himself in some strange building, he kept hearing the word "zoo" thrown around, having no idea what it meant at the time.

it seemed that again Hogan's life had take a turn, a turn to that of an easy life. These weird looking pink things were literally throwing food at him, and Hogan loved it. He quickly packed on the pounds during his many years in captive life, eager to make up for lost time, but this lifestyle had started to make Hogan get lazy. Earning the reputation of "The Laziest lizard." This reputation didn't annoy Hogan all that much, not until people started waving food at him and yelling at him to move.

It was late on a Monday, and the last of the visitors were clearing out. But there was one boy hell bent on getting Hogan moving, and when staff slipped away for a moment, he started throwing rocks at him. Hogan obviously not enjoying this decided to leap up and take the kids hand off. But as the kid ran away screaming that his hand had been taken off, it. Well it grew back, so nobody believed his story, well everyone except the Speedwagon Foundation. It was quickly found out that Hogan was the source of the kid regrowing his limb, and that's when Hogan was approached by the SWF. Who promptly offered him a job.

Other: His name is a reference to the actor Paul Hogan, who played the role of 'Mike Dundee'. In the 1986 film, 'Crocodile Dundee'. Also Joseph Joestar is best JoJo.

Stand Name: 「Smash Mouth」

Stand Parameters:

Power: B

Speed: C

Range: E

Staying: A

Precision: E

Learning: C

Stand Description: Smash Mouth looks exactly how you'd think. It's the insides of Hogan's mouth.

Power Description: Smash Mouth's power if more of an enhancement to Hogan himself, it's core functionality is to imbues his mouth, more precisely, his saliva, with healing capabilities. Hogan's saliva can heal most wounds, bestowing enhanced regeneration on any organic creature (including himself) that it touches. This healing effect lasts for three minutes and fifty six seconds exactly. Hogan has used these healing powers to ascend past the limits of normal crocodiles, by constantly ripping then healing/strengthening his limbs, namely his tail, legs and jaw. But this power also presents Hogan with a problem, he finds it extremely hard to actually kill a prey item and thus can't catch his own food well.

Other: The stand's name comes from the band, Smash Mouth.

[User]
❣ DISTRUST - Masafumi Takada ❣
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Mieke's eyes followed the man as he plunged off the diving board. His routine was certainly impressive, making Mieke's heart beat a little faster. Over the course of a split second, her stomach twisted as she took note of where he would land. She didn't even have time to look away before the daredevil landed hard on the edge of the pool.

She covered her mouth, a nauseous feeling rising in her throat, and— yeah, she was crying again. Mieke sank to her knees, not trusting her legs to hold her up. She didn't make a sound, but her mind was racing. The crowd was panicking around her, but all she could hear was the sound the man's body made when it hit the hard surface, over and over.

Through her tears, she noticed the other two performers talking to each other, though she couldn't hear their voices. How were they so calm about this? Yeah, it was a dangerous job, but it can't be every day your partner just up and fucking dies, right?

Mieke couldn't decide whether she wanted to scream, throw up, or just go to sleep for, like, a week, so she just stayed there on the ground.

[Assistant]
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Having taken note of the odd Stand, Blue opted to ignore the apparent lack of effect for the time being. Focusing on the user would do her more good.

Blue smiled easily, nodding at his initial question before glancing casually at the laughing man as she helped pick up the cards. "Y'know, I wouldn't worry about people so much. They're not worth it, I've learned. Heck my own family tried to make me something I'm not. They kinda succeeded, though, but I learned that people who don't help and understand themselves are the broken rocks from the cliff side that have fallen all the way down to the bottom. They're beneath people like us." Her words were light, genuine, but mildly firm. She handed him the last card, helping him stand straight again, and brushed off some dirt from his front. She stayed close for a moment, adding, "Now, with that said, can you be the bigger man? Will you be the cliff or the rock that falls down? I'd love to go sit and talk and maybe see some more of your tricks. But I need you to be the better here."

[User]
Satisfied with the woman's confused but agreeable reaction, Leonard shrugged off the gathering of rabble rousers. It had been a fun distraction, but a distraction all the same. That's when he felt his phone vibrate. Squeezing out of the crowd, Leonard plucked the device from his pocket and read the text sent from an unfamiliar number, signed by Blue. A quick smile flashed across his face as he quickly sent a reply back to the group text.

Soon as the text was sent, he began to jog back through the garden pathways toward the entrance. No sense in taking his time if he wasn't being paid by the hour.

[Assistant]
Wearing a genial expression, Arthur took stock of the man who approached him. The nitty-gritty details did not bear in-depth consideration; the individual before him was an ordinary man. To such a citizen, the sudden appearance of crocodile, particularly one the size of Hogan, constituted not just a threat but an occurrence seemingly discordant with reality. How could such a thing be possible, one might think, to see such a great, lumbering beast of the deep plop out of a van's posterior in midday? A sense of surreal unease afflicted this fellow, and Arthur felt obliged to set his worries at ease.

"My apologies if my friend here unnerves you, sir," he said, putting his expressiveness to work through his face and hands. "While there's no statute against reptiles here, I understand you completely. However, please let me assure you that Hogan here is not only professionally trained, but also very friendly." He crouched down and ran a hand across his comrade's scaly back, stroking him like he might a dog. "Here, take a look. Hogan, do you want to be friends with this gentleman?"

Arthur gave a slight nod to indicate what Hogan should do, then waited for him to help out.

"And are you dangerous in any way?" This time Arthur shook his head 'no', and he dearly hoped that Hogan didn't take offense to the suggestion that he was harmless. It's all part of the act, the businessman wanted to tell him.

"And are you here for the licensed, professional animal show beginning in half an hour?" Hopefully the snaggletoothed stand user would catch on. With any luck, the man -as well as the trove of nearby onlookers- would buy the act and let them go about their business. So long as the pair departed within the next thirty minutes, which would be ample time to check the park, there should be no issue.

[User]
Hogan lay there on the ground very much pleased to have his body back onto solid ground, though it was obvious that the people about were not as happy. The fear on their face was unmistakable, though one fellow seemed to have the audacity to not only call Hogan a thing but also to say he needed to leave. This whelp didn't know how lucky he was that Arthur was there. Hogan let out a soft hissing as Arthur attempted to talk the man down. Hogan welcomed the pat on the back though he did keep his eyes on the stranger.

"Here, take a look. Hogan, do you want to be friends with this gentleman?"

Hogan slowly closed his mouth and nodded. It hurt Hogan almost visibly for him to be so nice to this interloper, but alas Hogan was on the job and needed to behave. Even if he really wanted to lunge at this troglodyte just to make him soil himself.

"And are you dangerous in any way?"

Hogan took a moment to glare at Arthur before rolling his eyes and shaking his head from side to side. God all this head moving wasn't helping his carsickness.

"And are you here for the licensed, professional animal show beginning in half an hour?"

Hogan again nodded, letting his head drop to the floor after a couple of nods. Hogan didn't like what might come of Arthur's little lie, if Hogan actually found him self in a position where he had to perform tricks... He better get a substantial reward. The thought itself was enough to make Hogan grumble a little, but he didn't expect the humans to know what it meant. To them all things seemed to sound the same.


[System]
Age: He's been alive for a few centuries.
Tail: Aquarius's tail is quite unique. It is dark green and as smooth as a dolphin's back. It bears a metallic sheen in certain lighting and bears a deceptive appearance. It seems to be one tail that allows him to speed through the water, but it can divide into eight tentacles that he can use to propel him even quicker through the water as well as to ensnare others. Like an octopus, they have suckers on them, making them difficult to easily remove. They are extremely strong and can crush a person if not careful. They produce a toxin comparable to that of the blue-ringed octopus that can paralyze those who come in contact with it. Aquarius tends to use only an incapacitating dose so that he can apprehend foes rather than kill them.

Specific Skill:
* Rip Current – with his tentacles, Aquarius can whirl them at blender speeds to create a strong funnel-like current to disorient foes trapped within it or send them whirling away.
* Searing Touch – His trident is capable of heating up to white-hot temperatures. You do not want it touching you.
* Hardwater Toss - Aquarius can condense the water in his hand into a hard sphere and toss it at foes to knock them down or cause injury.
* Venom – His tentacles can produce a venom similar to the blue-ring Octopus that can kill a creature in lethal doses.
* Fin Blades - The fins on his forearms can extend like blades - though they extend backwards towards his elbows in a curved shape. They are a natural defense if ever he is disarmed.
* Echo - Using a similar technique as dolphins (however it is not a clicking noise), echo allows the mermen to communicate, locating each other's presence before they reach them. This allows them to identify the merman and the clan he is from or to form secret formations for ambush. It can be used as a distress signal or a rallying signal.

Bio:
Aquarius hatched from an egg into the Kingdom of the Shellborn, or nicknamed by everyone else, Conch Kingdom or Shellhead Kingdom. The mermen are born with shells on their heads that hide their faces just above their lips (and they can see through them just fine too). The shells are sturdy helms and each one bears a unique shape and design. The largest shells are the most admired and praised. Those merman born with the biggest shell are believed to be destined for leadership or to even be king.

Aquarius was one of those lucky few to have been born with not the biggest shell, but still big enough to earn the admiration of those around him. No one has ever seen the Shellborn's face for it is taboo for one to remove their helm. If they were to remove it, they could lose it. And if a Shellborn loses his shell, then he is not only forever shamed by the kingdom but banished.

Aquarius was raised to become a guardian of the kingdom, and he has patrolled the waters around the kingdom for years battling creatures from sea monsters, to human ships attempting to troll its water, and the rare encounters of mermaids. It had been years since Aquarius had seen a mermaid for they are regarded as the enemy, although, it is unusual how the kingdom is able to breed. In the center of the kingdom is a giant conch shell where the eggs are born and incubated. It is a sacred place and none are allowed to trespass. The priests of the Conch Temple constantly accept offerings of food and treasure, and introduce the newborns to the world. No one has ever questioned the powers of Mother Conch or the mysterious practices of the priests.

The merman is very set in his ways and therefore is quite stubborn. He is dutiful and loyal to his kingdom. He lives to see that it thrives. He comes off as rather imposing and intimidating but can be quite the teddy bear if one manages to pierce his soldierly shell. He is a fierce combatant and no matter the size of the enemy, he will always be the first to charge forth.

Aquarius loves shellfish. They are his favorite food: crabs, clams, snails, shrimp, and other creatures. He also secretly admires the beauty of the mermaids. Through his short encounters with them for they are quick to flee a merman's presence, he knew what he saw, but their appearance hadn't matched the description of "vicious beasts who desire only to lull you into the deep where they'll feast upon your soul" or "Sea witches who have been known to turn mermen on their own kingdom." He still regards them as a threat either way.

Anything Else: I have Aquarius looking similar to the pic, but just read for his in-game description. He wears his shell as a helm and so his face is mostly covered up beneath his exotic shell.

[User]
Link finds himself alone. Alone and in rather unfamiliar waters. With slow almost lazy movements he swims in no real direction. His black tail giving off a sheen of iridescence whenever the light hits it, until he stops. He blinks at the scenario unfolding not far from him. A band of his 'kind' patrolling. He could feel the violence radiation off of them and feels his own teeth slide out of his gums. He quickly looks away and regains his composure.

Once, 'normal' again he slowly looks back. A..mermaid. He tilts his head as curiosity fills his being. He swims slowly now, his movements precise. Not stalking, but stealthy. He finds himself hiding amongst rocks nearby, watching the mermaid as she waves away the dolphin that just helped her. He hopes she will not sense him. Then again, he also hopes the merman will not sense him either. He is strong, but he knew full well a lone merman had little chance against a group. No matter how sharp his teeth are, he can only shred so much before he is over powered. So, he waits to see what happens.

[Assistant]
Aquarius
Shellborn Kingdom - Guard Post - Jail

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After Aquawlad had long departed, the sharks' pacing patterns shifted as they seemed to stop in their circles to regard two mersoldiers and one officer that swam down the empty dungeon corridor. Aquarius wore a solemn expression, lips straight beneath his shell helm. He gripped in his fist a trident as his tail rhythmically parted into numerous tentacles before they wound tightly closed in their propelling motions. The three mermen came before the prison where Ariyah was kept, and they regarded the young mermaid. For a long moment, Aquarius said nothing for he was gazing upon the creature before him. It wasn't every day that he saw a mermaid. No; the Shellborn dealt with larger threats on a regular basis and mermaids were normally so elusive that they were almost tales and bedtime stories in his culture. But here she was, an actual mermaid. She resembled a human cut in half and bound to the tail of a fish. Why? Why did the mermaids make more of their kind? It was unnatural. He began the interrogation:

"I am Aquarius, Captain of the Shellborn Guard; Defender of the Kingdom; and you…are a mermaid. I nearly believed your race to be but a story, and yet here you are. What were you doing? You were alone. You were calling for help and when my men went to investigate, they reported to me that they found only an unharmed mermaid. So you weren't in danger. So why did you call for help?"

[User]
Cecily

Cecily looked up, lifting her forehead off of her arms, when a seagull appeared, waddled towards her and screeched at her, before flying off again. She mumbled "Weird...." before she got back to thinking again. She was stuck on a very small island, huddling against a palm tree, and she was pretty sure she was going to freeze in the cold and in the rain. Or at the very least, catch a cold. How was she going to get back to mainland? She couldn't swim back there. That would be ridiculous. And how did her savior get her here in the first place anyways...?

She snapped out of her thoughts when she heard a warm voice, different from the voice she heard earlier, speak to her. She looked towards the source, suppressing her shudders and shivering to the best of her abilities, and saw that a woman was in the water. She answered, "Y-Yeah...I'm okay, I think. Just cold, and tired is all..." She then asked the woman, noticing that she didn't seem to be wearing a shirt, and that it was cold (even after a good while of being out of the water), "What about you? Aren't you freezing?"

[Assistant]
Ariyah felt grateful that Aquawlad listened to her, a smile forming in her face as she nodded in encouragement for her to go and help the woman.

"Thank you."

Once Aquawlad had left, Ariyah swam to the back of the cell and left herself float down until she sat on the floor. With a sigh, she returned to her healing to see if there was anything that she had missed. She sat in silence for a while with nothing but her thoughts to reflect on up until she could sense more than one approaching her. Fear began to creep back in as they got closer, and finally reached the cell door.

The merman spoke with a tone of great power and confidence. It was easy to see that no one questioned him, ever quite possibly, and that he had the utmost respect of the mermen around him. At least it seemed that way to her. He also did not seem to disrespect her as she thought he would of done. 'Is it a trick? I should probably be polite.. It will probably get me further than being rude. Ariyah observed him as he spoke, keeping her thoughts to herself and she made assumptions about the Captain. She only spoke after he was finished, making sure that she wouldn't interrupt him. "M.. My name is Ariyah. When your men found me, I was in search for my friends. A dolphin was having trouble giving birth, and in weather like this I was scared that several things might've gone wrong."

To Ariyah's surprise, her lie came out as smooth as the truth would have. Although Captain Aquarius came off as a respectable merman, she still feared what the outcome of her might be, especially if they knew she was helping a human. Her mermaid sisters had warned her of the cruel ways that mermen handled humans and it only made her fear more.

"Will.. Will I be able to return home? I did nothing wrong to you or your men."

Soldier

[User]
Angel Haruki

Aquawlad frowned at the women. Perhaps she was more disconnected with how humans were but the women looked just fine, she'd even said she didn't need any help. The mermaid wondered for a moment if this was even the right women, though the human did look like she'd just gone for a dip in the ocean recently.

In response to the humans question she flicked her tail out of the water, it's gold scales glistening every moment it was above water,before spashing back underneath the choppy surface. Then in a concerned tone she spoke, "I'm a mermaid silly, i don't think i've ever really felt cold."
She gave a small smile before looking over her shoulder back the way she came. She felt she didn't belong out of the water, it was just unnatural. She brushed her dark hair back over her ear and bright eyes focused on the girl continued. "My sister said you needed help, and as much as i'd love to help. Well. If you don't need help, i should go. She's in danger and i only really left because she insisted checking on you. Anyway, if you're fine i really should go dear, and you can just... swim back to your home? You can swim right?"

[Assistant]
Shellborn Kingdom - Guard Post - Jail--> City Outskirts

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M..My name is Ariyah. When your men found me, I was in search for my friends. A dolphin was having trouble giving birth, and in weather like this I was scared that several things might've gone wrong.

The three mersoldiers were silent.

Will…Will I be able to return home? I did nothing wrong to you or your men.

The captain was silent for a few seconds further that his men started to side-glance him curiously from beneath their helms. Several streams of bubbles left the gills about his ribs in a sigh.

"Take them away," he motioned with his hand in the direction of the sharks as one of his mersoldiers, though a little hesitantly, swam over to the guard sharks to grab them by their dorsal fins and swim with them out of the dungeon. "Release her."

The mersoldier's head nearly snapped off his neck when he glanced at his captain in shock. The only indication of the expression was the merman's parted lips in disbelief. The question was right at his lips, but he didn't dare ask it. To question the captain's command would have made him insubordinate, but why was he releasing the prisoner? She was a mermaid!

The remaining mersoldier took the coral key from about his neck and used it to unlock the cell. The metal door squealed as it was slid back and it met the wall with a resonating thoom.

"You are released. We will safely escort you out of the city," the captain told her. "Come."

As the mermen departed, escorting the young mermaid over a city of gawking Shellborn men, they swam out to the city's outskirts. The captain reached up to his neck where a necklace with a nautilus shell hung on a weed-like cord. He snapped it free from his neck and handed it to the mermaid.

"As long as you wear this, no merman should bother you lest they are the enemies of the Shellborn. You should be safe in these waters. But mermaid…once you've left this place, it is wise for you not return," he warned. He didn't think that the mermaid was foolish enough to retaliate with others from her pod.


[System]
Physical Form: Around 176cm (5'9") tall, his body shape is very human, save for the fact that his 'skin' is coloured a solid shade of red, and he also has two small horns on his head and a short, skinny tail. For a demon, he's pretty scrawny, and even by human standards he's not very muscular. He doesn't wear clothing, although as he lacks an anatomy he has nothing that needs covering up. He is also incandescent. At low levels of power the glow is only noticeable in darkness, although at higher levels of power it will become more obvious. The shade of his skin also becomes brighter as he grows more powerful.

Abilities: Torrens Igneus is the embodiment of heat and flame. He has no flesh, not even demon flesh. Instead his body is simply a solid shell for storing heat. Torrens absorbs heat and fire to gain in power, and he must consume regularly since the heat continuously leeches out of his body. He has the ability to actively draw on his internal reserves of heat and fire to create and manipulate fire, often in very creative and versatile ways. His body is always hot, with a temperature in proportion to his power, so his very touch often causes things to burst into flame and, given enough time or effort, can melt through metal and stone (power depending). In addition to this, his physical form is indestructible. Whenever he would normally take damage, he instead loses a portion of his energy to the surroundings. Similarly, coldness or, worse yet, water will conduct energy out of him faster than normal. If he is ever without any energy, his form hardens into a stone statue, idle until revived. It is also worth noting that Torrens' abilities aren't limited to normal fire. He can absorb and use more exotic forms of fire too, from sickening soulflame to the all-consuming Empryean, although he must first collect a sample of such flames since he is unable to inter-convert between them.

Personality: Torrens is highly cunning and quick-thinking, which allows him to put his powers to good use on the battlefield. He enjoys basking in fiery destruction (generally of his foes). He is also quite cavalier most of the time, and will happily taunt his foes. He would flirt more often too, if his very touch didn't immolate most people. Despite this, he is quite loyal to his boss and will seek to satisfactorily complete jobs assigned, for he knows the benefits of keeping a good reputation.

Wants/Needs: Mostly, Torrens just wants to watch the world burn- up close of course. He enjoys the thrill of destruction, and to feast on the flames. He'll also go to quite some lengths to get his hands on exotic forms of fire. In his down-time he likes to find a nice hot furnace or lava pit to rest in.

Relationships: He may be familiar with other demons, although it has been quite a long time. He makes every effort to be friendly to anyone with pyromancy abilities too.

Backstory: Torrens has long since left hell for the overworld, for he was bored with hell and sought excitement on the surface. He has served a couple of other Dungeon Keepers in previous ages, and now he finds himself here in this new world. He was naturally drawn to this new Keeper, who he intends to serve as they march out to burn down the land.

Other: Theme: Cavaliere - Two Steps From Hell

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The scent of burning flesh and an acrid smoke hung over the streets where Torrens battled, remorselessly immolating the dwarves who manned the barricades. Charred skeletons and ashes where all that Torrens left in his wake as he tore through the dwarven blockades, restoring any lost strength from the flames which burned his foes. With the dwarves' formation falling apart, the rest of the city would be much more penetrable to the rest of the Horde's forces.

As Torrens approached another barricaded street, he gleefully hurled fireballs at the lines of soldiers and in through the windows where dwarves were shooting down at him. However, he stopped when he noticed that something, or someone, was killing dwarves at the back of the group. As the flanked pikemen turned to face this new threat Torrens took the opportunity to shoot them in the backs with fire bolts. Assaulted from both sides by competent fighters, the dwarves were swiftly slain, and emerging from the press of stocky dwarven bodies was- a rabbit?

Torrens had to stare for a second before he could believe his eyes. Yes, the mysterious fighter was a rabbit. An anthropomorphic rabbit with a blood-soaked sword, but still a rabbit. Torrens bent down so he could get closer and said to the rabbitfolk swordsman, "You're even shorter than the dwarves. Are you new or have you just been hiding behind other people all this time?"

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D'Artagnan was slashing down the incoming dwarves that was in his way form speaking to male figure speaking to him,"Neigh i have just arrived this foul place to help you lot with this battle...bloody buggers seemed to be trouble... The small rabbit like figure now cutting down the dwarfs coming towards him making his way towards the group.

The small rabbit now finally making his way towards the group his wolf companion coming towards them to help support his master in the fight,The small rabbit like figure now decapitating the few dwaven warriors that were attacking them being a little peeved by being called short but he was use to that.Most of the tall folk would use such terms to describe him and something that made him more angry then being called short was being called cute.

"Come on you bastards is that all you've got" He said with a thick accent (Scottish) killing a few of the dwarves seeing their numbers becoming fewer and fewer but of course it would take sometime to kill all of them.

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Torrens shrugged and followed the rabbit as he cut through the dwarves. The numbers of dwarves did indeed appear to be thinning, although the tactical withdrawal of the dwarves into more fortifiable locations would be just as big a factor as the dwarven soldiers which were being slain. Now that D'Artagnan was out from behind dwarven lines, he would find that there were almost no dwarves in his way. The dwarves were fighting for defense, not offense. They had little reason to overstep their blockades, as doing so would only weaken their lines.

On this side of the battlefront, the lines were being pressed by Clotho's insect army. D'Artagnan would be weaving around the legs of the ant-like Myrmidon foot-soldiers, navigating around the large bodies of the besieging Antlions and seeing the sleek forms of the Lambent flying high in the lofty cavern. As for the other members of the Horde, they seemed to be rather sparse. Torrens had glimpsed Balothiss charging the dwarven lines with a fury befitting a giant, and he had also spotted Clotho flying to some deeper part of the city, although he hadn't seen any other members of the Horde. Either they were fighting elsewhere and he had missed them, or they were still standing around in that cave like cowards. He remembered seeing Twitch down in the lower mines with some vats of something nasty-looking, so Torrens wondered when, if ever, those chemicals would be used on the outpost.

Torrens followed D'Artagnan's wolf-back search for more dwarves to kill. He considered it ironic that a rabbit would be riding a wolf, an animal which would probably be more content to eat the rabbit, although this wolf definitely seemed more intelligent than just any old animal. As they rounded a corner, they were met by billowing fire. When the fire stopped a dwarven flamethrower, flanked by two pikemen, could be seen standing their ground at the far end of the alleyway. To enter the alleyway would mean going face to face with a long, wide jet of burning oil from the flamethrower.

"Did you want me to take this one, or shall I watch you become roast rabbit?" Torrens asked.

[Assistant]
D'Artagnan not saying a word to Torrens rushing at the dwarfs manning the flamethrower,He jumped from wall to wall using his speed and jump height to try to avoid the flames.The small rabbit keeping his momentum pulling out something form his belt,It was smoke bombs that would make for good cover for himself.

Throwing the smoke bombs onto the ground hopefully giving him cover form the flames,The rabbit was going to make his move getting closer and close to the station since the area was so small combine with the smoke they would not be able to see much.D'Artganan made his move getting close enough to the dwarfs trying to stab one of them in the throat while making a quick motion to decapitate another.

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With every thought in a varying shades of panic and aggression, the dwarves of this ill-fated outpost had sensibly chosen to leave behind their civilian buildings and focus all their attention and might on their noble but futile defense. This, Clotho thought, must have been the reason why she encountered nobody in the storehouse, even as she discovered objects of immense worth inside. A central partition, floor to ceiling, divided the storehouse into two halves: a granary and an apothecary. After determining with her acute senses there to be no enemy in proximity, Cloth sidled into the former section, reached down, and reached into a barrel. Its squishy contents were tightly-packed, unmolested by air, and with plentiful salt for preservation. She plucked a slab of pork and took a dainty bite, pleasing her with both the cultured taste and the significance of the act as one of domination. Outside the battle raged still, and yet already the Swarm Queen sampled the spoils of war.

She replaced the barrel's lid, checking its security, before strolling over to the other side. Organized, well-labeled jars, urns, bottles, and vials lay quietly in separate cabinets, while the walls' remainder was lined with a great variety of ingredients and papers with procedures. Clotho's eyes glittered; this was the jackpot she sought. While she could appreciate the art of combat as much as some of her allies, it did not constitute an ultimate pleasure for Clotho. For her, it was to possess, power and things alike. She craved the sophistication and position such things would bring her, those things that symbolized her own skill and ability. The Swarm Queen whistled loudly, and in a span of moments the floor ruptured to reveal an Antlion, though at a glance this particular specimen could be seen as much more than its brethren. Its mottled carapace sported deep red stripes, the hallmark of Clotho's Honor Guard, chosen not just for their strength in battle but their ability to heed Clotho's commands. Working quickly, she gathered up as many manuscripts, bottles, and ingredients as she could carry, bundled them together, and gave them to the Antlion to take away. Ignoring the continued fight, even to the point of fiery explosions licking at the storehouse's door, Clotho acquired and made ready for transport everything of value to her, for she despised waste.

Once all was prepared for the Antlions to remove, Clotho made her exit from the building. She beheld a dwarven city sans its defenders, the doomed warriors driven back into a few surviving bastions. The forces of the Master had done their work, slaying to their insipid hearts' desires. Just like them to not see the bigger picture. One grimace later at the residual pain in her wings, Clotho began to walk toward the nearest concentration of the Horde, her rapier out and ready for action should the need arise.

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Torrens watched as the rabbit jumped up the walls and used, ironically, height to his advantage, traversing the alleyway above the reach of the flamethrower, covering his final approach with smoke bombs and then swiftly dispatching the dwarves. Torrens had already started walking up the alleyway even before the flamethrower had stopped, and as the smoke cleared Torrens gave a curt applause. "Bravo. Well done indeed. The Master will likely be pleased to have a fighter of your skill on our side. I'm Torrens, by the way."

As Torrens emerged, he noticed a contingent of dwarf soldiers heading their way, obviously coming to try and cover the breach in their defenses. Torrens glanced down at the flamethrower strapped to the now-dead dwarf and had an idea. "Stand clear. I've got this one."

The flamethrower had a metal tank of oil worn on the back of the dwarf, with a pump which could feed the oil through a pipe and out the end of the flamethrower, where it would be ignited by a small pilot light. This tank was Torrens' point of focus. As quickly as he could Torrens removed the flamethrower from the corpse. Finding it rather heavy and unwieldy to lift too high off the ground, Torrens lay it on the ground. He rolled it so it was pointing at the incoming dwarves, unscrewed the cap on the top which was used for refilling the tank, then shoved his incandescent fist into the tank full of oil.

Instantly the oil which came near his hand vaporised, and any oil or oil vapours in contact with the air immediately combusted, raised well above its flash point. This expanding fireball had nowhere to go but out through the single opening, so a roaring jet of flame erupted at Torrens. As a consequence of simple physics, the tank of burning oil shot out in the opposite direction, straight at the dwarves like a rocket. Unlike a rocket, however, the flamethrower was completely unaerodynamic and unbalanced, so instead of gracefully flying into them it instead tumbled and span, throwing burning oil across the street and over the dwarves.

Torrens laughed at the success of his cunning and the damage it had wrought. Torrens hurried into the crowd and inhaled deeply, causing the flames burning the dwarves and from what remained of the oil to flare into unnatural intensity as Torrens fed off their heat. As he feasted, however, the survivors- those lucky enough to avoid catching on fire or those who had splintered off from the group before Torrens entered- made their escape around a corner and deeper into the outpost. Torrens didn't care about their escape, though. They could be dealt with later, or by someone else.


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Gender: Female

Age: 22

Birthplace: Eagle Ridge, Nevada

Appearance:

Personality: Kat can seem cold at times, but she is just reserved. Even before the outbreak she didn't like to rely on people or let them be a major part of her life because in her experience they move on after a while and leave. You get one chance with her and if you give her BS she will not only call you on it she will not let you forget it. But where her baby is concerned she is the exact opposite. Kat is warm and loving towards her baby, almost like a split personality considering how she responds to everyone else. Try to hurt or take her baby, you will wish the walkers had gotten to you first.

Occupation before the breakout: Blackjack Dealer at the Diamond Casino in Las Vegas

Skills: persuasive
 excellent BS meter (cuz of calling bluffs and spotting card counters on her former job)
 quick reflexes (again, former job)
 knows a few pressure point moves but is not an expert fighter
 can fire a gun and is an average shot

Fears/incompetencies:
 she will do anything to keep her baby safe and if her baby is in danger she tends to not think clearly making her rush into things blindly
 has a temper and can get loud when angered
 quick to judge people
 not very forgiving
 can be cold and doesn't seem to like people, but doesn't want to be alone

Equipment:
 Bag with a few baby supplies (a bottle, a pacifier, a few baby clothes and makeshift diapers, ect)
 small pocket knife
 canteen
 matches
 a change of clothes
 crackers and jerky
 small mirror (for signaling)
 hair brush (handle is broken)

Group: on her own in an abandoned house

History: Kathryn was born to a Russian immigrant mother and a dead beat alcoholic father. Her mother died from sickness when Kat was a teenager and she hasn't seen her father in years. The move to Las Vegas was a good change from the moderate sized town she was born and raised in. She got a job quickly as a dishwasher at the Diamond Casino. She worked her ass off and the boss noticed, promoting her quickly because of her hard work and dedication to the job. She moved up in rank to waitress and bartender before switching to the floor. She has been a blackjack dealer for over a year and is excellent at her job, knowing how to flirt to keep the people in their seats but having a steel spine to make them leave when they were no longer wanted.
She had very few friends, no romantic attachments and no responsibilities to anyone but herself and she liked it that way.

Then one night a handsome man with an accent to die for sat at her table. He impressed her with his bluffing and his kind nature. They talked and she found herself telling him things she hadn't told to people she'd known for months let alone hours. After hours of playing, talking and drinking she found herself inviting him back to her room...

The next morning she left before he woke, leaving only a note to thank him for everything and enough money to cover the drinks he had bought her.
Nine months later she got the results of that one night stand : a beautiful baby girl with her father's blonde hair and sweet nature. For the first time in a long time Kat found herself loving something more than herself. When the outbreak happened she swore to do anything to protect her baby. And she has...
She thinks about Grace's father sometimes, wondering where he is now and if he is still alive. She dreads the day that Grace is old enough to wonder where he is and asks questions that Kat can't answer.

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Kat's baby girl - Grace

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Ethan Blackledge

Clouds completely covered the sky, with smoke still clearly visible from the north of a group who were running the opposite way. They'd reached the coast pretty quickly and gone east following the coast line. The survivors had not stopped running since the walkers had swarmed their home and destroyed everything they'd been building over the past year. There was only eleven people who managed to get out of the town together and they had no clue if anyone else had gotten out of there.

They hadn't spoken a word to each other since the first five minutes of escaping. Ethan, one of the survivors, thought to himself that it was best not to say anything. Letting everyone come to terms with what had just happened as they continued to move down the coast.

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An hour later, they still hadn't stopped moving, still following the coast with the smoke slowly fading into the distance. Their speed had started to get slower and slower and you could hear everyone breathing getting heavier as well. "Stop…" Ethan said in an out of breath tone. "We need to take a minute to catch our breathes... One of us is going to pass out in a minute." Ethan slowed down to a walk then stopped completely putting his hands on his head breathing in as much as he could.

The highway road that they'd been going down was covered in cars that had slowly started to rust over the past year. Everyone had decided to agree with Ethan and started to lean against the cars or sit on the floor. Ethan took off his rucksack and chucked it on top of a car bonnet and grabbed his map and the bottle of water out and taking a sip and passing it towards Walter. A pretty quiet guy but Ethan was really fond of him. He'd been on a few scavenging trips with Walter and they'd all gone well, Ethan trusted him. He was also glad to see Alex, sometimes it was hard to talk to him because of the slight language barrier, but he knew quite a bit on medicine and in these times it was one of the best traits somebody could have.

Ethan laid out the map on the bonnet, looking it over to see where there next stop could be. "We'll keep moving down the coast until the sun starts to go down." Ethan said out loud thinking to himself. "Then find a house to stay for the night…" There was houses all the way down the highway and as far as he could see. "The walkers will probably linger about in Dana Point for a while so we should have time to sleep. Anybody think we should do anything different?" Ethan looked around to see if anyone wanted to do something else. He knew everyone was clearly thinking about what had just occurred but he knew this wasn't the time or the place to actually start talking about it.

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Camyllia's heart pounded in her chest as she ran down the street away from her home tears running down her face. She refuses to turn her head to see if she was followed or not due to her panic state of mind. She dodges under the arms of a walker letting it fall and kept running. It wasnt' long that she came to a stop by an abandoned apartment building. Camyllia puts her hands behind her head and allowed air into her constricting lungs.

"Oh man," She whispers putting her hands down and looking around. Camyllia had ran all the way to the beach she played at with her uncle. Letting out a smile she makes her way down the road to where some colorful houses going for the smaller but brighter blue one. Coming to a stop at the sidewalk watching a half walker groan on the lawn reaching out for her. Slowly making her way forward Camyllia saw who the walker was, Jannette, her uncles ex.

"Sorry," She says pulling out her softball bat,"Can't have you aroun' Jan," Camyllia said her country twang coming out a bit. The walker reachedoutmore for her making the girl sigh before she swung with all her might caving the womans head in. Camyllia eye's began to water and she backed away her stomach churned and she held onto it gagging. Get ahold of your self Cammy! You're on your own! No wussy crap

 Coming over to the walker she rips her softball out of her head and goes to the still feeling sick to her stomach over what she had just done.

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The small white house was off to the side of the main road. From the outside it looked abandoned : boarded up windows, overgrown yard, cobwebs everywhere... But inside there were two souls that called the little sanctuary home.

Kat gently rocked the baby girl. She had been fed and given a bath, now it was nap time. But, being stubborn like her mother, the baby was refusing to go down without a fight.
"Come on Gracey..." her mother cooed gently. "You're going to make me do it aren't you?"
The baby girl's replied with a whine and reached for her mother's face.
Kat sighed. "Alright then," she agreed and began to sing.

 "You are my sunshine,
My only sunshine,
You make me happy when skies are grey,
You'll never know dear,
How much I love you,
Please don't take my sunshine away...

She continued softly, humming when not singing the words to the classic lullaby. It was the only thing that could make Grace sleep.
Eventually the baby girl yawned and laid her head against her mommy's chest, closing her eyes. Kat gently and carefully laid her in the makeshift plan pen she had crafted from safety gates and twine. She made sure Grace had her little pink blanket that she wouldn't sleep without.
Still humming, Kat picked up the shotgun, which now had no ammo but was still an effective intimidation tool, and went to the window to keep watch. A swarm of walkers had passed by during the night, which meant if any survivors were left in their wake they might be headed her way.
If they thought a single mother with a baby would be an easy scavenging target, they had another thing coming...