[System]
Age: 16

Gender: Male

Equipment: Nothing particularly special - he carries a backpack with assorted items such as a several credit chips, his personal tablet device that he uses for almost everything and other equipment almost any middle-class civilian could get hold of hold of.

Ability: Elemental - The ability to bond with matter and manipulate it - "Matter absorption and manipulation"
-Abilities Strengths: Renat can decide that matter which he is touching is now defined as part of his body and manipulate it how he wishes. If he wishes to dispose of matter, he can merely decide that the matter is no longer part of him. It will remain in whatever shape and form it was when he disconnected from it. For example, he could pick up a rock, form it into a bracer bonded to his arm, then cause it to fall off.
-Abilities Weaknesses: As he grows more skilled, Renat will gain finer control of the matter he has absorbed and become able to control more matter at once. However, currently he is not very skilled in its use. He also cannot absorb or create living matter. While he can make minor changes to form of his body, he cannot regenerate it or take matter from another person or animal - he will recover from an injury at the same pace an ordinary human will, though he can temporarily cover over a wound with another material so that it is not left open. The longer matter remains bonded to him, the harder it is for him to get rid of it.

Personal Skills: Renat is still a teenager and has not had as much life experience as an adult would have. He was an above average student at school, but still not one of the top. He has a decent skill with computers (though, who doesn't with them literally everywhere in the 23rd century?) and a natural artistic skill. He is patient and likes to try understand the world and people around him, thinking it will help him improve his art. He also has a good general knowledge and strong imagination, both partially due to his love of reading.

He is very close to his family and will do whatever he can to make sure they do not get hurt. This can be regarded as a strength or weakness.

Personal Weaknesses: Renat has had limited experience of the world, meaning that - while he is still open to learning new things - he does not know how to respond to some situations or to do in certain environments. His interactions with other people can influence him a lot if he trusts and/or admires the person. Sometimes he can be a bit distant or zone out when he is focusing on thinking about something else too much.

History:
The Emlyn family has been on Mars for 12 decades. They originally arrived on Mars seeking wealth, Gregory Emlyn's business on Earth having become bankrupt due to shifts in the economic environment. They established the Em-Corps which was profitable enough to keep the family from dropping below 'middle class' but neither was it a booming success. Since Renat's grandfather, the family has aimed to return to Earth, stories of the biodomes full of perfect flora and fauna where the rich dwell sounding far more enticing than the harsh and red Mars.

Renat is close to his family which consists of his father Timon, mother Gabrielle, younger brother Walter and younger sister Olivia. The children grew up with some of their favourite stories being about Earth. The family is still determined to find some way back to Earth, despite that it might not be as fantastical as stories tell.

Renat hasn't had a very social life, only having a few close friends at a time throughout his school career. He could often be found alone in a corner reading, whether an electronic book or a family heirloom - some books preserved before paper became almost completely outdated. He did well in school, though never becoming the top in the grade - always being a little below the top 10 students that were announced.

Renat does not know when he got his powers, he only discovered that he had any a week ago. He presumes that he first got them around a month ago, when the first reports of 'superpowered' people started coming in. He discovered them when he was fiddling with a puzzle ring that is supposed to fit into one ring. He closed his eye, picturing how the three rings could come together. A tingling on his palm caused him to open his eyes, upon which he saw the rings had fused with his skin and had begun to combine into one seamless ring. After some panic, he figured out what had happened and managed to put the partially-combined rings back on the table.

He has told his parents about his power, but not his siblings. They have done their best to support him, but he has since been spending a lot more time away from home, feeling that if he spent too long with his family he would be putting them in unnecessary danger. He has occupied his time exploring the city more than he had done so previously, while avoiding touching things where possible so that no accidents would happen and he would not draw attention to himself because of those.

[User]
"Citizen 4561-2407-9485, Renat Emlyn. You are under arrest. Do not resist."

They should really program these VIs to take into account things such as human annoyance, Renat thought as he panted, hearing the same message again.

"The human body has a minimum reaction time of .11 seconds, and a maximum theoritical speed of 65 Kilometers Per Hour. Taking into account the reaction time of the X3 and X4 models, as well as the 2000 meters per second velocity of the round fired from the ACR-10, I estimate your chances of avoiding my weapon at 0 percent."

Since when did VIs gloat? And what is an X4? I haven't heard of that model before.

"Do not resist, and you shall not be harmed."

"Ok, I get it. I've surrendered," he snapped at the robot before stopping himself, secretly thankful that VIs were not very good at human behaviour or tone recognition. He noticed an X3 approaching from behind with cuffs. Stun cuffs? I heard they were not as bad as they sound, just enough to keep you rather uncomfortable. Though I still don't fancy trying them on. Renat continued talking in a calmer tone - despite that the VI still probably didn't understand half of what he said, he still needed to try. "I've surrendered and am not resisting. Stun cuffs hurt, that means I would be harmed - which you said I wouldn't be if I don't resist. And could you please tell me why I am being arrested? I have not done anything wrong and was never planning to." He was pretty indignant at the current situation. Sure, they had probably somehow figured out he had powers, but he hadn't caused a threat to anyone. Nor displayed his power to anyone - only telling his parents and friends. He didn't need or want to be another story shoved under the carpet wherever the 'freaks' go.

[Assistant]
"I... I'm sorry." The labcoat lowered his eyes, the "90 year old teenager" effect hitting him in the face. Her voice and words, unfitting her appearance, were making her look like some kind of vampire or divine reincarnation, adding to his already undeniable discomfort with teenage girls (that he had done a good job hiding for the last hour). Edith did sound trustworthy, for some strange reason. Then again, he was never good at judging people.

But, it was time to return to the problem at hand. Despite her confidence, the newcomer did not seem to be in full control of her abilities (did she get hit by a net while in hyperspace?!), and they could only speculate whether her teleportation location really had anything to do with her brother's location.

He realized he had access to the facility's database. "I can check if your brother is here. What is his name."

[User] Accepting the extended hand they shook on it. That was about as solid an agreement as any in prison. Turning back to Chris she took the gun from him. Her voice was much more toned down and rather calm. "We might need this. Let me get it working in case we run into more X3s." Whilst working she glanced up. "Can you save the brain scan we did? I want to look at it later." Taking a bit to get the gun to operate she scooted it back over to Chris.

[Assistant]
"Well, strangely it begins with Ryan, the name I said earlier. Probably should have been able to figure that one out yourself Doctor. I guess that's why I wasn't an intern here... too smart." She walked over at the mention of the brain scan, taking out a portable drive and handing it to the said Doctor. "Pass it over onto this, I haven't been able to get my own brain scan having atleast one persons will probably be quite useful." Then she realized what she was talking about before.

"Ryan Wells, was taken about a Month ago when everyones power started manifesting. He had some form of red rock growth on his chest where he was punched. He's not the calmest of people so has probably been trying to hit his way out for a while." She sighed, she only hoped that she would be able to get them all out of here. Otherwise they'd all need to punch their way out.

[User]
Chris looked up sharply. He did not appreciate strangers insulting his intelligence. He made a quick calculation in his head - indeed, if the ability to recover names from disattached pieces of random speech had anything to do with being a doctor, the future of medicine would be grim indeed. In fact, the only reason he still remembered Edith's name was because it was written in front of him, on top of her file. He had no idea if the teleporting woman introduced herself or not.

His eyes lowered to the data drive in her outstretched hand. "No." he said flatly while punching in the missing brother's name. "There is no time, there is too much background noise, and the instruments here are connected to the USF network. I do not have time to reconfigure the connectivity. No data must reach the USF database."

When the wide, square-jawed face of a Ryan Wells appeared on screen, he handed the handheld UI to the newcomer, replacing it with the X3's rifle. "He does not appear to have red rock growth, at least in this picture. Strangely enough, he was in a cell next to you." he looked at Edith. "We know where to start looking, at least. Let's go."

The labcoat gave the disassembled X3 on the floor a last look, and took a step towards the door. He detected the signals appropriate to adrenaline release and heart rate increase. His fear of what's beyond the door took an almost physical form. He clenched his teeth, released a slow breath, trying to bring his vitals down naturally.

And as his hand hovered over the opening switch, the door slid open, revealing the glistening, angular shape of a fully-equipped X3 that was summoned by the general some fifteen minutes ago to subdue and dissect Edith.

[Assistant]
Chris apparently forgot about the earlier order for backup. As it appeared he was going to just open the door she rushed up. Yes there was the robotic X3 waiting for them. Careless. Pulling the gun from his hands Edith fired several shots through its head and three down the torso.

The guns kicked harder than she remembered. Maybe it was her smaller weaker frame that just made it seem that way. Lowering the barrel she rubbed her right shoulder a bit. "I'll scold you later. I can remember where I saw him last." Taking the lead she backtracked toward where she had seen Ryan turn off. Down that direction was a trail of destruction that made it slightly easier to follow. The sound of more X3s could be heard which seemed to indicate they were getting closer.

[User]
"I've surrendered and am not resisting. Stun cuffs hurt, that means I would be harmed - which you said I wouldn't be if I don't resist. Claimed the target, trying to reason with Artie, implying that the stun cuffs were causing him harm. Artie's response was nearly automatic.

"Incorrect. 'harm' as defined by USF standards is the incapacitation of a person via trauma to vital organs, and limbs through the use of blunt force, weapons fire, or torture techniques. The use of USF standard Stun Cuffs are not included within these parameters." Artie stated plainly, his sentence punctuated by the clasping of stun cuffs around Renat's wrists.

One of the X3's prodded Renat forward, as Artie led the captured boy out of the alley, surrounded by the X3 units.

"And could you please tell me why I am being arrested? I have not done anything wrong and was never planning to."

"No." Artie stated plainly.

Activating his communicator, Artie established a communications link to his Hunter supervisor. TARGET SECURED. AWAITING FURTHER ORDERS. Almost instantly, a message was patched through to Artie's command network. ANOMOLY DETECTED. REPORT TO SECTOR ZETA-ALPHA-34 IMMEDIATELY. Acknowledging the command, Artie turned on a dime, and began marching away, leaving the captured suspect with the four X3's still slaved to his mainframe. They stand there with the secured prisoner until the Hunter arrived. Meanwhile, Artie would report to the Industrial Sector as ordered, there were more Anomolies to capture.

[Assistant]
Cassie

Cassie ducked as the X3 stood at the door, however the ninety year old teen soon disposed off it. She stood up again brushing herself down. "If he doesn't appear to have red rock growth then he's either better or you've not dissected him yet. Both would be quite good." They reached the cells and saw the discarded X3 units, the youthful pensioner picked up on the fact it could lead to Ryan first. "Yeah, but the question is do we want to follow the trail of broken parts. I mean surely they're going to be bringing in something-" As she said that the lights went out, except for a straight path. In the distance a door could be seen opening and something being thrown back. That something was Ryan. He landed nearby, trying to stand he stumbled a bit.

"Ryan!" She ran up to him, slowing slightly as she saw that the growth had spread. In fact his skin seemed to be... shattering in places revealing the transformation underneath. "Ryan, you okay?"

"Cass? Why are you here?" He looked around. "This isn't exactly the safest off places." He then noticed the other prisoner, though more importantly the man in the lab coat. Brushing Cassie aside he walked upto him and made a move to grab the man by his lab coat and lift him up.

[User]
Ouch! Renat mentally exclaimed as the stun-cuffs were put on him, promptly sending a shock through his system.

"No." The robot gave Renat's second question a brief response.

Well, thanks a lo- Ouch! The shock hurt and caused him to jump, but fortunately the cuffs were not sending him into a spasm like that net had done to the woman. Renat still felt a bit guilty about running and leaving her, but she had told him to. What he felt even more guilty about was that he had gotten himself captured anyway.

Suddenly the robot-with-an-attitude turned and marched away wordlessly. "Hey, where are you goi- Ow!"

Well, I guess it's just me and these dumb X3s. What are we even doing, just standing here and looking pretty? This is embarrassing, what if someone recognises me? Rumours will probably be spreading in moments... Shock, pause. Since when did I care about what what the others at school think? Those who moan don't matter, those who matter don't moan about me. I just hope Richard and Anna are safe. Owww!! Dang, this thing is thing is going to get annoying.


[System]
Gender: Male
Age: 17

Appearance:

Motivation:
Oliver sees reality TV as a gateway to his one true dream: becoming an A-list acting powerhouse. He figures that with the $100,000 grand prize, he can afford to move to Hollywood and hire an agent – and with the fame that comes with winning, landing roles would be a piece of cake. At the same time, he sees this particular reality show as an opportunity to show off how masculine he can be, something that has as of late become very important to him.

Backstory:
Oliver grew up in a small, rural town. Since he was a child, he only had one dream: to one day go to Hollywood and see himself on the big screen. As a young teen, he found himself to be quite popular with the girls in his class, and while he wasn't quite as interested in them as they were in him, he figured he might as well take advantage of the attention and began dating serially. At 16 though, Oliver made a world-shattering realization: he was actually gay. Afraid of this revelation, he kept it to himself and actually stepped up his dating game with the ladies, suddenly terrified that others had somehow discovered it in him as well.

Personality:
To those who don't know him, Oliver appears to be a regular bro: handsomely aggressive, aggressively handsome, and a merciless flirt to any pretty girl who will put up with it. Behind his façade though, lies a soft-spoken, confused young man whose real passion is method acting. He tends to avert his eyes when talking to guys he finds particularly attractive.

Misc:
Oliver is an avid reader of poetry. He would kill for a nice... significant other with whom he can stay up until sunrise talking about favourite poems and poets. He particularly enjoys Emily Dickinson. He also recently broke up with his latest girlfriend, just hours after being picked for this show.

His biggest fear is having his sexuality revealed to the world, especially on national television... oh, and spiders. Oliver is terrified of spiders.

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Parade
Gender: Female
Age: 18

Appearance:

Motivation:
… You know, she's not sure. Parade doesn't really know which direction life is taking her – and that is just the way she likes it.

Backstory:
Parade spent most of her childhood in a small commune. Although she was happy there, at 16 she left the commune, guided by a vision that told her to go out into the world and find her true purpose. She hitchhiked across the country for nearly a year, living off the kindness of strangers, before finally being arrested for starting a campfire in a city park. While in lockup she befriended a fellow drifter, and after they were both released they toured the country together in his rickety caravan. Eventually she was recruited for this show, and while she doesn't entirely understand what that means, she sure is excited to be a part of it.

Personality:
Parade is very laid back and care free. She doesn't quite understand the outside world yet, but she is curious and eager to learn. She especially has gotten herself in trouble when it comes to monogamy – she finds the idea not only pointless, but completely alien, having grown up in a community where free love reigned. She works well with others, but can be incredibly naïve, not always recognising when she is being taken for a fool.

Misc:
Parade is literate, but just barely. Her drifter friend has been kind enough to teach her during their travels. She likes to smoke trees, shoot the breeze and even occasionally spend some quality time with Lucy. She plays mandolin. Making love is one of her favourite things to do.

She fears true love - a concept entirely new, introduced to her through pillow talks with her drifter friend - and, to a certain extent, monogamy in general. Or maybe she just fears the incompatibility of her own values and morals with the outside world. She occasionally has nightmares of her future self, a woman entirely different, completely adapted - married, settled down, having completely forgotten the names and faces of those who raised her.

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Autumn Bailey
Gender: Female
Age: 18

Appearance:

Motivation:
Fame and fortune, of course! Well, that and the fact that $100,000 will really help get her music career off the ground. Nothing quite like the publicity that comes with winning a reality show to get Autumn Bailey on the map!

Backstory:
Autumn grew up in the suburbs of a major city. She got involved with the underground music scene from a young age, going to shows with her much older brother, and after watching an underground band she was familiar with get signed to a major label, she decided that she was going to one day do the same. She formed a band with two close friends, booked a few shows, and learned to sing and play guitar, in that order. After a year and a half of "touring" (which in reality was just playing the same handful of underground venues for $25 a show, over and over) the band split, and Autumn decided to pursue a solo career, which has seen similar success... or lack thereof.

Personality:
Autumn is perky, happy, and confident. She puts her mind to something, and then she does it. And then she keeps doing it until she succeeds. She's a social butterfly and loves to meet new people, but doesn't always work well in groups – that same drive to succeed sometimes gets in the way of her ability to think beyond what she personally has set out to do.

Misc:
Autumn's confidence, as well as a deep-seated fear of failure and rejection, tends to blind her to her own shortcomings. She's convinced that her lack of success as a musician is a result of not having the proper exposure – not playing the right venues at the right time, not inviting the right people to see her shows. It has never once occurred to her that perhaps her lack of success has something to do with her lack of real musical talent.

[User]
Heloise sighed heavily. She walked over to the Confession Cam, entering it.

She looked at the camera lens, then down at her hands. "I said I was doing this for you mum. I guess I'm doing it for myself, a bit too. I don't need anyone else. But I'm scsred of being alone. Like I have been, since you died. I'm going to win this. For you. For myself. And to prove that I can. I'm....just tired" she left the box

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Instead of returning to the group, she entered the forest, and stood listening for a moment, eyes closed. There was always a sense of....silence in the forests. She drew in a deep breath and then drew it out,

And then left the forest, looking about she sighed and followed Okiver and Vi. May as well be with people. Even if they were annoying.

[Assistant]
Sam watched as people headed off into the forest, wondering why they were here and what they wanted. He could follow the boy and the helicopter of course but the girl had said had also made sense. Used to being dragged round all his life, making decisions could be hard for Sam, especially as there probably something they hadn't considered yet. He glanced around to see what the others were doing. Then he followed the small group into the forest, safety in numbers and all that, it also gave him someone to leave decision making to.

Eil shrugged, this wasn't gonna be too bad, strolling over to the edge of the woods, but still keeping the majority of the pack in sight, she started examining plants, seeing a few that she recognized she plucked some, tucking them safely in her pocket for later. Glancing around she made a small exclamation of surprise, not quite loud enough for the others to hear. She had spotted another plant she knew. Grinning she bent down and plucked a handful of sour sword leaves, plopping them in her mouth and chewing contentedly. The taste was sour, like the name would suggest, but not overpowering. It was a taste Eil liked and was used to.
"That way, I think we should go that way." Glancing round Eil saw a girl pointing towards a faint path, one Eil had not noticed till the girl pointed it out. "Yeah, sure, I'll come with you." Eil said than had a thought, "Actually, I might go round the island and check things out, dose anyone have any idea how big this place is?"

[User]
Ned sighed. Alone again, he thought. Not like he wasn't used to it. If any of these morons watched the show, they would realize that Chris wouldn't waste money on helicopter gas to divert them, since he was so invested in spending top dollar on himself. He smiled, hearing the flow of a creek. As he reached the creek he heard, he saw a berry bush, and deciding he was a bit peckish, decided to snack on them. He plucked one from the bush and plopped it into his mouth. Just as he started chewing, his eyes grew really wide. "Hot, hot, hot!" he yelled. He ran around madly for a few seconds before splashing water into his mouth like a madman.

Chris sat and watched on his personal monitor, relaxed in a lawn chair along with Chef. He laughed and pointed at Ned in pain on the screen. "Oh, man. I had a few species implanted here from various countries. That's a Portugese Spicebush, more conmonly known as Little Hot Death." He laughed again, and Chef snickered. "He is pretty close already though. Think we should have made a diversion?"

Chef thought for a second, then simply shrugged. "More money for the future challenges."

"I like the way you think, Chef. I like the way you think."

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Ned, once again in the Confessional. "Okay, so I have no idea what some of these plants are. That article said nothing about pepper berries! Gosh!"
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Vi didn't let anyone know she was aware they followed her. She just kept walking. Hopefully she didn't disappoint the other players with her wild guessing. He didn't want to make enemies here.

[Assistant]
Heloise followed for a few moments, before deciding that if anything was going to happen it would have already. So she changed direction and followed the way Ned had gone, and found the creak. She saw the berries, and pursed her lips for a moment, crouching down to study them.

While they didn't look posioness, she didn't want to risk trying them as they didn't look like anything she had come across before.

She sated any thirst she had from the creek, studying it for a moment, wondering if there were any fish in it. Wary of any attacks from strange creatures, Heloise broke a tree branch off a tree, and decided it was better to have it then to have nothing as a weapon.

She followed the creek down the river slightly, and because she felt alone, and felt lost, she began to sing softly, wanting to give some noise to the forest. She studied plants and any life she came across, trying to see if there was anything she recognised, anything that could be used as healing ingredients or even just for simple flavor in foods.

How long would she have to go, until she found the camp site? For now, she had water and that was the main thing.

[User]
Veronica decided to just follow the blonde guy, since he looks smart and all. She doesn't really have any kind of plan, and everyone has their own opinions on what way they will go, and to be honest, they do make sense, but for now, she's going with this blonde nerd. What was his name...Ned? He seems to know what he was doing. Veronica followed him as discreetly as she can, debating wether following him was a good idea.

She got her answer when the guy just eat this kind of plant then started yelling "Hot!" and splashing himself with the water.
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Veronica stared at the Confession Cam, brushing some of her hair off her face. "Wow, and here I thought he was smart," she rolled her eyes. "He looks pretty stupid there, to be honest. Reminds me of myself when I decided to scrounge for food in the trash because I have no choice when I was ten. Results weren't pretty..."
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Veronica regretted following this guy, but what the hell, it's just her and him right now, so she gotta make an alliance with him. Strength in numbers, right? You need someone who has your back if you're in a place where you have to survive by yourself. She decided to show herself. "Hey, you okay there?" She asked curiously, smirking in amusement.
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Adrian, on the other hand, went with Heloise, Oliver and Vi, since they're many, and they seem okay. It doesn't look like they're going to bore him anytime soon anyway. He sighed as he noticed Heloise leaving the group, disappointed that nothing's happening, but still trudges down the path, following the Oliver and Vi. "Oh man, this is one bulky land to walk on," he complained.
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Adrian shrugged and sighed, as if resigning himself to his fate. "Well,it's Total Drama, right? Should've expected it."

[Assistant]
Parade had already started toward the path when she heard a voice - Eil's - agreeing to come along with her. She stopped, and waited patiently for her new companion. "How - big?" Parade tapped her cheek, thinking. "Euh... really big. Are you coming?" her tone and expression were not impatient; in fact, she smiled gently, giving Eil all the time she needed to make a decision.

Oliver glanced over his shoulder at the sound of Adrian's voice - he had been unaware that the guy had been following them, and was more than a little startled to see him there. Oliver turned his gaze forward and crossed his arms. "Whatever," he mumbled. "You'll get used to it."

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"What?" Oliver crossed his arms defensively, scowling slightly at the confession cam. "The guy snuck up on me. Not cool, man."

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He turned his attention to Vi. "Any idea where we're going?" he asked softly, flipping his hair.

Seeing the group split up even more, Autumn made the arbitrary decision to follow Ned. "Hey! Wait up!" She shouted after him, running in the direction he had disappeared. She ran at full speed until he came into view, suddenly doubled over in pain and splashing himself. "Hey -" she hardly had time to stop before smashing into him at full-speed, tumbling headfirst over him and knocking them both into the creek. "S-sorry!" she stammered, trying to stand but struggling to get a solid footing on the slippery rocks.


[System]
Age: 21

Appearance:
Yvette takes the appearance of a tall girl, being about 6 feet with messy brown/blonde hair and pale skin. She has a rather morning dew look to her and her eyes are constantly applied with makeup since she has grown quite attached to materialistic possessions. Without the eye makeup she has noticeably smaller eyes with dark circles from her lack of sleep. Though she has a rather jittery appearance, Yvette is actually quite lax and laid back.

Species/Occupation:  Hunter

Background:
They lived blissfully unaware of their surroundings, as happy as an average middle class family could be. What more could they want? They had everything; A house by the country side, two children, and a family pet to fill in that last missing hole in their heart.
It was all so perfect, so perfect that even Yvette's parents sensed something was off... Yet they continued on, swimming in their ignorance and skipping on with life.
Yvette was an average girl, with average grades, an average lifestyle, and an average family. She would always come home from school to greet her mother and father, whom would sit at the porch, anticipating the arrival of their precious children. Her mother was a simple nurse, while her father was a plumber. Though their jobs weren't too great, they made enough to keep their family happy and healthy.
When had it happened? She didn't remember... But what she did remember were the faces of her parents as she was shoved away into the tight crevices of the basement stairs. It... Whatever it was, had decided to prey on her family. Her family that was just unlucky on that fateful night.
She and her brother were discovered by investigators covered in their own vomit and urine, both children a sobbing mess. Her brother, barely being 3 years old had already been traumatized by the events that took place at their home.
Thankfully, their uncle Roger took them in. Yvette's father warned her about him, how he was schizophrenic, and did odd things. But it turned out that his ramblings had ended up to be true, and what actually killed her parents was an adult werewolf.
Revenge is what she had wanted, and so that is what her uncle had given her. She was trained underneath his wing, and soon prospered and surpassed that old crazy fool.
When she was old enough, she left her brother in the care of her aunt, and went elsewhere to put her skills to use.

Relationships:Dimitri Kozlov and Thomas Young: supposedly all of their relationships started in Alaska. She had ran into both of them leaving the state, when she was rather curious what their business was waddling about so late, she had decided to tag along on their adventures, seeing as they had somewhat common goals.

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

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

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

[User] Nanix watched Kalib come and tell her to call 911, then Demitiri come and take the kit. "... something tells me that guy has it" She pointed to him. "you want a drink?"

[Assistant]
"Huh?" He turned, seeing the tail end of a hulking man leave with something red and white. ". . . . Oh. Er, okay. A rum and cola, please. . ." Kalib said, awkwardly seating himself at the bar. He felt like a spaz for running in like that, and a blockhead for not going for the first aid kit. Attempting not to look as embarrassed as he felt, he leaned against the counter. "How's the night going for ya? Got a lot of tips?" With the multiple times the pack has gone drinking before the full moon, Kalib had began to favor this bartender more then her co-workers and silently scolded himself for not asking her name after all this time.

Seeking a peek over his shoulder, he wanted to see if anyone was staring or, at least, not noticing him. "Man, you mucked this one up real good. How will the pack expect to rely on you when you're being stupid and can't handle getting the first aid kit." Chastised his mind. It was one thing being one of the younger werewolves in the pack; its quite another being a young omega who needs to do his job.

[User]
Wind

Avery listened patiently as Fayth talked and talked about the boys and getting tipsy, her lips almost never stopped moving. It could be good though, at times. Especially when things got uncomfortably silent. Then Fayth mentioned something about a gross guy who needed help, and Avery looked around, her tired eyes frantic.

Yet...She saw no one. Avery turned back to Fayth and squinted. "Fayth, are you sure? I don't see anyone. Did he leave, did he look confused?" She resisted the urge to rest her hand on Fayth's forehead to check for a fever. "If you're busy right now, I'll let you get back to your friend's while I make my rounds. Uhh, ladies, do you want anything? Refills, food. Anything?"

She took out her little notepad, flipping it open and bringing out a mechanical pencil, covered in scratches and stickers of rainbows. "I suggest our cosmos with a strawberry topping or a lemon twist. Its delicious!"

[Assistant]
Fayth Morrow
Between talking about guys and keeping track of everyone at the bar, this was getting exhausting. 'Yes, I'm sure you idiot.' She thought. Tired of everyone giving her lip. Seemed everyone had something to say around here. God, putting up with Jesse and her bad habit of street fights, Mori's suspicions, Ryan's boyfriend. Fayth needed to let out a big sigh. Instead of sipping on that weak appletini like a ditzy blonde girl would, she straight chugged it down in one go. 'Fuck, that's gross.' Fayth cringed. A whiskey girl at heart. Her hand grabbed a hold of Jesse's arm and she made sure to look at her. Even if Jesse might not make eye contact, Fay kept a steady and intense gaze on her face. "We can pick up the tab in much better ways. Safer ways." Keeping in mind everyone around. "Like, I could give you such great pointers, girlie!" Flash the big smile for the cameras. Turn, pose. Then looking over at Mori, she pat her on the back. "I'll be back honey, I know you want to talk to me so so badly."

Fayth looked up at Avery. "By the way, this sweetheart right here," indicating Mori, "She ordered her usual. Some juice. No alcohol can you believe it? It's like she's against fun or something." Fay turned to the door. Her scent picking up the blood easily. It made her hair rise and her heart race faster. The blood of animals, she could deal with. But humans? She wanted to stay clear of that path. It didn't lead anywhere. Nowhere except a place of tears and blood. On her way out, Fay yelled out over to Kalib. The other omega who in fact was doing just fine. Calling 911 was one half of the job, the first-aid kit was the second. "Get on the phone and call 911, alright? Sound good? Great." Fay nearly rolled her eyes click-clacking with her ridiculous heels on out the door.

Once outside she caught sight of the tall, muscular Russian. He didn't look like someone anyone would like to pick a fight with. Not even a guy Fay would like to fight. Then again, if she could avoid every fight, she would. Not to mention, while Fay was coming out to check on Thomas' health (he was a solid drinking partner), the beep of his phone also interested her. A quick snatch of his cellphone could be nice. The item could sell for a few dollars. Good money. Two problems being Dmitri standing there, and Yvette also watching over him. Fay kneeled down with Yvette. "Do you know what you're doing? If you don't, say so right now and I can take over from here! I'm having an ambulance called because let's be real here guys, he def needs to get to the hospital."

Fay paused for a second. Looking at Thomas who was bleeding out. "Gauze, anti-septic wipes, anti-biotic, use the goddamn gloves or risk infecting him, and hurry up and use that mother fucking adhesive tape. If you don't hurry up, I will!"

[User]
Catching Fay's command as she, too, left out the door, Kalib felt only a smidge better knowing another omega was here in case he messed up. He pulled out his phone and dialed emergency services, telling them the situation, and getting back to what he was doing. "If that guy really does need help, at least someone's coming." He thought, a little less dismal this time. Shoving the negative thoughts from his head, he bucked up and resolved to focus on his job. Turning in his seat, he looked about the scene with alertness. If anything else were to go wrong, he'd make sure he'd catch it (and that he didn't do it himself).

It seemed that the usual suspects were at the bar that night. The alphas, a few betas, a bunch of townsfolk looking to have a good night. Even though he was at the bar, he wasn't expecting to get too drunk that night. It wouldn't be new if a few hunters would try to scope out targets a few days before the full moon and Kalib wasn't going to let anyone hurt their pack. Not on his watch.

[Assistant]
@Trinais

~Anton~

Anton watched Ryan walk away with hungry eyes and made herself comfy on her chair. She should really come here regularly - force Ryan into working weeks, perhaps? Anton didn't really know how she felt about Ryan. His eyes are so dreamy... She was awoken by a rapid voice in her ear.
"You are done drinking."
"Fuck off Carlson. I can drink as much as I intend to. Which, like all of the rest of my private life, is none of your business."
Anton watched Thomas being tended to by, literally, everyone. She took this as an opportunity to get away from Carlson, and lifting herself over the bar, went into the cooler room where she found Ryan.
"Hey, Ryan? I've waited long enough, where do you store my Vodka?"
She began rooting through cupboards without waiting for an answer. 'Fuckin' Ryan,' she thought.

[User]
Mori
Did it only seem or was the bar really unusually loud that night? Sure, it was a rush hour, like every other month before the full moon. A pack of wolves ordering drinks, and causing minor troubles that come with that, then some other human locals, who were also more or less regular costumers in the bar. In all that crazy bunch, Mori noticed three fairy new visitors, who on a first glance seem to know each other. And yet they did not make an entrance together. That guy, who soon became the center of all the attention, bursting in the bar covered in blood, and then Mr. Muscles, as Fay called him, drinking water, while everyone around him was indulging in the mind numbing liquid. He sure seemed like a dream date for Mori, but judging from herself, she knew that you should never trust a man who does not drink alcohol, because they are probably up to something.

She lost herself in thought with scanning the mysterious threesome, and completely overhead Fay's words about her not being fun due to drinking juice. When she finally got her drink, she realized all the fun had already moved outside, with the three strangers gone, and of course Fay, who seemed to take control of the situation pretty well. Strangely enough, that didn't bother Mori at all, what bothered her was the fact that Carlson was giving all the attention to Anton, who did what she knew best – victimize herself with overdrinking, and then getting all the attention for it.

''Carlson!'' she called for her partner, who didn't seem to hear her the first time. ''God dammit, Carlson!'' she called for him again, and then walked herself right next to him, right at the moment Antony managed to get away from his norturing grip. ''Something's up,'' she said through her teeth, looking at Carlson to see if he was monitoring his surroundings at all. ''Something is not right here. I can feel it.''

[Assistant]
"I would prefer it if you move away..." Yvette murmured. She dug through the medical kit, working quickly to at least clot the wound so that the flow of blood would cease. "The wound isn't too harsh, however it is rather deep, but not deep enough to scratch the surface of the bone. It isn't as dire as you think, it was earlier because he did nothing but sit and drink nonchalantly as if nothing had ever happened, and during that timeframe he lost quite a bit of blood." Well, time to put her uncle's teachings into use.

She rubbed her hands on her pants, slipped on the gloves the kit had given her and began to pour hydrogen peroxide onto a sterilized piece of cloth. Antibiotics were important yet surprisingly missing from the medical kit, however that could be settled at the emergency room of the hospital, for now Yvette would have to settle with simply cleaning the wound, then dressing it with a decent layer of gauze and a compression bandage from another piece of cloth.

"I can drive to the hospital faster than an ambulance can arrive, so don't waste your time with calling it." Yvette closed the lit, placed it into the hands of Dimitri, then wrapped Thomas' un-injured arm over her shoulders so that she was able to slide him into the back seat of her Camaro. "I appreciate the help though."

She headed over to the drivers seat and rolled down the window. "Dimitri, meet us at the hospital, afterwards we'll talk." Yvette gave him a small nod, then drove off.

"This would have been a lot easier if someone had decided to go get treated instead of drink... What a pain in my ass. I'm no den mother." She grunted and slammed her fist onto her car horn, honking it violently as she whizzed past cars to make it to the hospital in a short amount of time.


[System]
Age:3 years old
Looks(Pictures are acceptable!):
Position in Pack:Hunter
Personality(Just a general idea of what you're character is like):Lila is a sweet she wolf with a very easy going demeanor. She's a skilled tracker but prefers hunting smaller game due to her smaller stature.

[User] Misty noticed Amber and she smiled at her. "Yes, of course you can. What's on your mind?" She scooted over so that the other wolf could sit beside her if she wanted to. She was happy to have someone to talk to so she could take her mind off of her nightmares.

[Assistant]
Amber gratefully entered the den and lay beside Misty. She paused for a moment. She wasn't sure how to go about confessing her mistake like this. Amber groaned and rested her head on the bare ground. "I'm such an idiot!" After a moment, she finally took a deep breath and launched into the story. She explained how she felt about her recent hunting failures. She explained her plan and how she had run away from the pack. She explained everything.

"-And then that's when Renzo found me and brought me back to the clearing," She said, finishing up the story. Amber quickly glanced at Misty to see her reaction. Amber wasn't sure how Misty was going to react. She mentally braced her self in-case Misty grew to be furious with her.

[User] Misty frowned, but didn't get angry with Amber. "You shouldn't have done that. You should know how important that you are to the pack and you shouldn't take any unnecessary risks like that. Just because you had some failures while hunting doesn't mean that you're not a good hunter. We're going to need you now more than ever with the humans nearby. Just make sure that you don't do it again, okay?" she told her firmly, but not unkindly.

[Assistant]
Amber stared at Misty in surprise. She had greatly underestimated Misty's kindness. She felt herself overflow with joy for merely being forgiven. She felt her tail wagging happily, but she made no effort to keep it under control. "Thank you so much, I won't let it happen again!" Amber said over-confidently.

Amber exited the den and was about to make her way over to her favorite napping spot, but she paused when she thought of a question she had. She turned back to Misty and asked, "Are there any plans for the next hunt?"

[User] Misty followed Amber out of the den and then shook her head at the younger wolf's question. "I don't think so. With the humans so close I don't think we should send out any hunting parties until we've finished with our first patrol to make sure that there are no humans too close to the dens."

[Assistant] Amber's ears drooped at the news. She thought back to where she had found the elk trail. It wasn't all that far from their dens. There was no doubt in her mind that the humans could simply wander into the clearing. It was only a matter of time. "I don't know if you've already been talking this over with the others, but I'm afraid we may be attacked," Amber replied quietly. "The scent I found wasn't that far off. They could be closing in on us."

[User] Misty's eyes widened when she heard this. If the humans attacked them first that would be disastrous. "We need to make sure that all the others know. You should go down to the stream and tell Lila and Renzo. I'll talk to Postremo and let him know as well." With that, she turned and made her way to her mate's den.

[Assistant] "I saw someone exit the clearing and found out that it was Amber. I went after her as she was alone of course." Renzo replied, sitting down and looking at the stream. "As for what she was doing... well, she will explain herself." He continued before bending down and drinking the water before sitting upright again.

[User] "Amber left? On her own?" Lila asked, her eyes widening. What was she thinking?! Lila let out a sigh and got herself a drink of water. "I need her for a hunt tomorrow, she wasn't injured at all, was she?"

[Assistant] "Yes, she did." Renzo replied, looking at Lila as she drank. "She wasn't injured, thankfully. Although she might have been if she didn't pick the human scent up." He continued.

[User] Lila jerked back from the water. "What human scent? Just how far did she get before you found her?"

[Assistant] "Honestly... it wasn't very far." Renzo replied, standing up and looking back to the direction from where they came from. "Come on, let's get back. It's dangerous."

[User] Postremo was still on his den unable to go to sleep thinking what the humans are planning. He was still wondering if he should talk to Renzo and Misty about something really important. There wasn't enough information for his to come to the decision unless they get even closer. In the middle of thinking he heard someone walking toward his den.

[Assistant] Amber nodded, turned and darted towards the stream. Renzo already knew and might have already told Lila, but Amber had to make sure. She was nearing the stream when she finally heard their voices. "Renzo, Lila!" She called, trying to sound calm. She arrived at the stream and spotted the two of them. She quickly hurried over to them. "There you guys are," She said, huffing for air slightly. "Are you coming back to the dens? I told Misty about what happened and how close the scent was. She looks really worried."

[User] Misty saw Postremo lying in his den as she came to a stop at the mouth. "Do you mind if I come in?" she asked. "I wanted to talk to you about everything that's been going on."

[Assistant]
Klondike gave Zia a little nuzzle. She seemed to be drifting off. Not that he could blame her. It was not easy to take in all of these recent changes.

"Listen, I think I should get back to the others. You can follow me if you want to, or stay here. Or do whatever you want. I'm not in charge." He got up and left to find Renzo, Lily, Amber, Misty, or anyone else he would run into first.

[User]
Postremo found out that Misty came to talk to him about the situation so he said, "Sure I don't mind if you come in."
He thought maybe she might have some important information about the humans.

[Assistant] Misty came into the den and then lay down next to him. "Amber found the scent of the humans not far from the dens. They might be a lot closer than we originally thought. What do you think we should do?"

[User] "Hmm...," Is all Postremo could say because she told him that the humans are getting too close. Postremo couldn't help but have a bad feeling about the humans getting close to the clearing. Then Postremo thought that maybe he should tell her his idea on how to get out of this situation without bloodshed. He turned to her and said, "I was thinking... Maybe we should move, like the whole pack somewhere far from the humans so we don't have to worry about them." He didn't have a plan but it was his idea of trying to make sure no one gets hurt or worse die. It would take some time to plan out the moving but thought it might not be necessary but the humans keep getting closer.

[Assistant] Misty listened to him say that they should move, and she felt that it was probably the best idea. Sure, there was plenty of food here, but the risks were too great with humans around. They would be safer elsewhere, and maybe they would be able to have pups then when they were safe. She smiled and nodded. "I think that's a good idea. There is no point in staying where it's not safe. It's only a matter of time before the humans find us."

[User] "We were just going back." Renzo replied to Amber. He walked past Amber and whispered, "Explain to Lila everything later." He then stopped once he was a good foot away from the she wolves.

[Assistant] Lila nodded and turned to head back with Renzo, thinking over this new information. Now what would they do? She looked up as Amber came running and watched the small exchange. "Come along, we need to see if I need to call off tomorrow's hunt," She said.

[User]
Renzo led the two back to the dens but as he continued down the path, he noticed a weird contraption. It was made of the same sharp, hard rocks the tube-like things held but this time it was shaped into a... mouth? It was opened wide with sharp teeth-like things on every end. He became cautious as he picked a rock up using his mouth and dropped it onto the contraption. The opened jaws snapped closed which made Renzo back up.

"Interesting." He muttered to himself. This was probably from the humans. He looked at Lila and Amber and motioned them to hurry up as he, himself, sped through the forest and into the dens in hopes to see either Postremo or Misty.

[Assistant] Lila had sped up to be closer to Renzo, also dropping her body slightly to the ground and closer to any bushes. She generally did this out of habit since her white coat was fairly easily seen, especially since it was a full moon. She cocked her head when she spotted the odd thing and then jumped as Renzo set it off with a rock. "It's like teeth without an animal," She said.

[User] "Indeed." Renzo replied before picking up his pace once more and now in the clearing where their dens were located. He slowed down to a stop and looked back to make sure nothing else was following them.

[Assistant]
Amber stopped at the strange object and gingerly lowered her nose to smell it. It had a small assortment of strange and foul smells, but the most overwhelming smell was the human scent that lingered over the whole thing. There were faint traces of its past victim's blood. She smelled many different bloods on it, even tiger blood.

Amber didn't want to guess for what or how it was used exactly, but she could tell it wasn't lying around by accident. She backed away from it and quickly caught back up to Renzo and Lila as they continued heading back to the rest. "That wasn't there before, was it?" Amber observed, "I think we would have noticed it sooner. When do you think they went through here?.."

[User]
Klondike caught up with Amber and the others with her, having followed their scents. He also smelled some unfamiliar scents. Blood.

"Hi guys! What'd I miss?"

[Assistant] "When indeed." Renzo said, frowning as he thought ahead of it. The humans got this far then that means they are in danger of being exploited. "I need to talk to Misty and Postremo." He said, standing up and heading for the Alpha's den and passing by Klondlike without hearing what he said as he was too focused on thinking.

[User] "A great deal I'm afraid," Lila said, stopping in the clearing.

[Assistant] "So, what's been happening, Lila? I'm happy to help" Klondike replied.

[User] Misty left the den and went out to greet Renzo, Lila, and the others and tell them of the decision that she and Postremo had come to. She wasn't sure how well it would go over with the others, but hoped that they would all understand.

[Assistant]
Amber listened intently to the idea Misty was presenting. She didn't know how she felt about leaving her home, but it was easily the best option they had at this point. If the pack confronted the humans... Well she didn't really want to think about what might happen. One thing was for sure, there was no escaping that situation if they hung around any longer. Every time they found evidence of humans, it was closer to the pack. It wouldn't be long before the humans simply walked into the clearing.

"I think Misty's right," Amber put forward her opinion, "We found some kind of trap left behind by humans. It was even closer than the track I had found earlier."

[User]
Renzo looked at Misty and bowed his head as respect before looking at her again, listening to the explanation on their idea. This was their home but they could easily make another one. This place may have held his memories but it was needed. The humans are getting closer... and closer to the point where he feels restless.

"Indeed." Renzo said, nodding at Amber. "We are in immediate danger and the relocation won't be so bad. But the question is, where would we go? We need to have a place in mind before setting off."

[Assistant] Lila listened to the plan, but unlike the others she didn't want to consider leaving. "So that's it? We're just going to leave our home?" She asked. "There's no way to know we'll find a place that is like what we have here or that there will be any place for us at all. What if we run into other packs or the tigers?"

[User] "If we stay there is even more danger," Misty said to Lila. "Tigers and other packs are easier to avoid than humans. And we know for a fact the humans are here. I would rather deal with the unknown then the dangers that are very real and very close."

[Assistant] "If we run into tigers, we have to gang up on them one at a time. Tigers don't hunt in packs as we do, so it will be several of us and one of them at a time. Even so, that's no excuse to get overconfident" Klondike explained, baring his fangs at the thought of the fighting he would have to do if it came to that.

[User] "And then what happens when one of us is injured? We couldn't travel until they had healed or in the worst case died. No, if you want to leave then go ahead, I'm staying here and fighting to keep my home," Lila said, turning and going to her den.


[System]
Alias(s): Cosmos
Age: 19
Affiliations: N/A
Factions: Honestly just trying to get by
Description:

Small and lithe, Aya's 5' build is less than impressive. Her long hair falls down her back, dark brown and thick. She's never been one for doing much with it. Aside from the occasional ponytail or braid, she's content to just let it rest where it falls. Her eyes are a deep brown color, and fairly weak. She's supposed to wear glasses, but she often finds them too much of a hassle to put on, and dislikes the idea of contacts.

Powers: Astral Projection
Aya is capable of extending her consciousness outside of her body. Invisible to others, her spirit form is capable of passing through solid objects or going into dangerous situations or environments that she otherwise would avoid. She can also create projections of other people if she's touching them, separating their consciousness from their bodies. She has to be touching them to bring them back from the astral plane, however. If Aya snaps back to her body without touching the other person's projection, then the person will be stuck there until she snaps to the other side again to bring them back.
Aya also has the ability to glimpse into another person's soul when it leaves their body – that is to say, when they're dying. When on the astral plane, the soul materializes as a shimmering silver dust, floating from the body to the sky. If Aya touches this, she can get flashes of what they saw and thought in the moments before they died.
She's still in the process of figuring out how her powers work and there are likely still things that she doesn't know about them. In the past she actively tried to avoid using them because she was so nervous about the potential consequences she could face if they were discovered, but now it's more out of habit.

Strengths: Aya can keep up her projection indefinitely, and can hear and see everything around her, making her ideal for reconnaissance missions. So long as she keeps up her concentration, she can also sustain the projection up to three miles from her physical location. She also has a heightened awareness of the astral plane and everything on it, such as ghosts or other metas who might make use of it.
Weaknesses: When maintaining her projection, her physical body is more or less helpless. She's still conscious, and can talk to others, but it's difficult for her to move, and she is oblivious to her surroundings. Due to her projection's intangible nature, she's also unable to influence her spiritual environment or talk to anyone through it.

Skills: Fluent in English and Japanese, conversational in Spanish, intelligent, adaptable
Equipment: N/A
Ranking: C

Brief History: Aya was just a quiet girl from Oahu before all of this. The discovery of her power had been terrifying to say the least, but keeping it hidden was an easy task. It's not like her ability was particularly noteworthy anyway – she couldn't breathe fire or heal herself or anything like that… thus life went on as usual for her. Her parents separated when she was young, her mom moving back to Japan. Aya's relationship with her today is still strained, but she had a happy life with her father. That is, until her dad was diagnosed with cancer when she was sixteen. Then life got a bit harder.

They were well-off financially, so medical bills weren't much of an issue. But despite their best efforts, Mr. Germain continued to deteriorate. He passed away when Aya was 18, just before she graduated high school. The day that he died, Aya had been sitting at his hospital bed, holding his hand. He was asleep, and she'd already gone through the stages of grief, accepting that he was going to die. Then his heart monitor began to sputter. Aya snapped to attention gripping his hand and hoping for any way to make him better, or at peace, or something. Her hopes manifested in her powers activating on accident.

On the astral plane, Mr. Germain was as hearty and alert as he'd been before his diagnosis. They were both shocked at the turn of events… and then he realized what had happened. His daughter was a meta. It was no secret that the Germain house wasn't the most welcoming to metas, which was part of the reason why Aya kept it secret for so long. He didn't cry or shout or reject her as she feared he would… instead, he just sighed. Like he was disappointed. Aya thought that was probably worse. But he still loved his daughter and he smiled through the sadness and stroked her hair until he finally faded away. Aya hasn't used her powers since then.

After graduating from high school, Aya left "the rock" for college in LA. She's not exactly a big-city girl, but she gets along fine. She takes her classes, works part time at a local bookstore, and makes her way through tense, weekly phone calls with her mom. Thus far she's done a very good job of keeping out of meta politics, and to this day she remains unregistered and undiscovered.

[User]
The Zombie

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The Fresh Heralds looks down at their weapons in confusion. They didn't shoot, and they were supposed to shoot, but they weren't functioning. Upon closer inspection, they'd realize their tools had been sabotaged by an unknown assailant that seemed to be some reformist kid talking speeches about things the zombies were practically programmed to disregard. Throwing away their primary weapons, they each drew a pistol, only to have more knives thrown at them. The police officer seemed a lot more agile with a gun, a likely reminiscence of his life before being a Herald and would manage to shoot the knife despite its enhancement, barely deriving it. The other one took it to the should, but almost shrugged it off as he unloaded toward Ian, and consequently, to the panicking people riled up.

The masked Heralds took the knives but acted as if they weren't hit at all. Even with damage to the knee, they walked more or less fine. They dropped the bodies they were carrying at the sounds of gunshots, however and simply started jogging toward the panicked masses and in the middle of the roads. It would quickly be revealed that they'd be wearing explosive vests, the kinds prepared specifically for genocides (considering they're likely slow down good infantry). In various corners, they'd quickly detonate themselves no matter the interruption. They had to kill as many as possible like fanatics.

The remaining two would do their best to at least handle Ian before the civilian fresh Herald would detonate himself in hopes to take out Ian while the Officer would attempt an escape. The van stocked with a few bodies would of course take off during this entire dramatic scene.

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Nancy always kept a pretty upbeat smile all the time, like a well trained secretary doing her best to handle customer service. However, whenever Sebastian would come in and blather on about his exploit and desires, she'd have the most over-exaggerated frown depicting just how upsetting his monologues could be. Her hand was slowly reaching into one of her drawers, blatantly making it obvious she was reaching out of a weapon as she rattled through the junk in there, taking all his monologue time to actually get what she wanted. Suddenly, she slammed a machete onto her desk, severing her right hand in the process. It already leaked black blood almost everywhere, but she seemed completely unfazed by it. She'd toss the hand on Sebastian's face and revert to her usual smiling stance.

"Here you go Sebastian! Yes yes! You definitely know how to spray my blood on them right?!"

She he spun on her spinning chair, only noticing now the message sent by Edge through the radio as she was in her little fantasy world of chopping off her own member. She quickly grabbed the mic of said radio and replied.

"Y-yes sir! Yes yes I am super duper fine, with all my buddies, thank you! I hope the operation was an absolute success!"

She said nervously, he feet sporadically stomping the ground as she replied to the leader. She jumped out of her chair, her arm pissing blood all over the office floor and furniture. She only acknowledged her two buddies from the underground, buddies she sure wished she could blow the guts out off to turn into Heralds of course. Randomly, she froze into position, for absolutely no reason. She was in deep thought, but her posture made her seem like she was frozen in place. She'd let all the events fly by her head, as if she pushed everyone away from her mind before snagging a bag of what seemed to be cheetos on an unopened box near her desk.

"Hey! To celebrate, anyone wants to have some good ol' Cheetos?! They're greeeat! I made them myself you know?"

She'd open the plastic to let the aroma of the treats invade the near vicinity. Approaching Ellen of all people, she'd wave the sack of cheetos right in front of her face like some kind of leech trying to devour the famous woman's face. Cheetos were just flinging out of the bag and rubbing against her face. It was almost as if she was treating Ellen like some kind of imagined animal she fed, but all the food would drop down. The cheetos were of course, poisoned with a toxin capable of killing pretty much anyone who simply ate one of those.

"Mmmmm some good cheetos aye Ellen? Do you like cheetos? Mmmm I love cheetos! C'mon, delicious cheetos..."

Though no matter the response, she'd rinse and repeat, next stop was Sebastian and she'd give the same scene she did with Ellen to the psychopath. Hopefully, he'd eat it and fall into cardiac arrest, finally getting rid of his constant monologues. And finally, the giant ugly man she just wished should mutilate and turn into something super awesome like a giant Herold. Her dialogue would change however with Isaac as she had other ideas roaming his mind concerning him.

"Isaac! These Cheetos are the best, mmmm! If you eat one I'll fix you up and make you look the way you've always wanted, yes yes!"

She said with so much glee, but it'd be almost a known fact that giving one's life in the hands of Nancy would be a death sentence, or at least a forfeit of any freedom they had. Plus her attempts in killing pretty much anyone would be under more blatant forms more often the naught. Her favorite maneuver being to try and shoot someone with a shotgun, missing, and flying backwards with the recoil. Luckily for everyone, she'd be way too much of an incompetent klutz to actually kill anyone. Though, there shouldn't be any confusion, she'll turn anyone into a Herald if given the correct circumstance.

[Assistant]
After both having no answer from the masked man, the guy running away and Light giving chance, Light saw a large group of the same people running towards the streets. She noticed another reformist there, Ian, who Light hadn't seen in some time having spent a good amount of time overseas. He was also dealing with these masked thugs, and from the looks of the knives on the ground, had tried to attack them but failed as he was attacked by two of them with a third running at him, breaking away from the group that Light was chasing.

"Well, if they're going to be openly hostile..." Light said, grabbing a black glob from under her dress. When she let go of the glob, it turned into a shadowy portal which Light entered, popping out between Ian and the charger, punching said charger causing it to explode in her face, turning her black as if she was covered in ash and causing one of her arms to go flying in Ian's direction.

"Really? REALLY?" Light said, exhaling a large cloud of smoke as she was momentarily stunned from the explosion, shaking it off after a few moments. Noticing her missing arm was by Ian's feet, she called to him. "Hey Ian, mind giving me my arm? It kinda hurts when your missing a limb." When she was all fixed up, she'd tell Ian that she'd go after the masked Heralds going at the civillians, groaning at having to set off so many explosives in her face.

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Aya
Aya couldn't help but step back again when the stranger (knight? He'd called her 'my lady' four times in the last two minutes, and was wearing a full suit of armor in Los Angeles. He seemed pretty serious about the knight thing.) held up his ands. It was no doubt meant to be a calming gesture, but fear still pumped through her veins like blood. She flinched when he said she was the cause of this. There went her anonymity. But this man seemed… nice? At least, he didn't seem as psychopathic or murderous as Edge, though that wasn't saying much. She'd reacted out of pure fear, but now that she had this moment to take everything in, he seemed ok. Her heart still pounded in her throat, and her ears rang with the sound of gunfire… but sense slowly leaked back to her. Her gaze darted around as he patiently asked his very reasonable questions. Still not looking at him, she finally opened her mouth to answer.

"I'm sorry," she blurted out in a rush. Her eyes flicked up to him, gauging his response before quickly darting away again. "I–… I didn't mean to…" She ran a hand through her hair and risked looking up at him again. Goodness, he was tall. "The… constellation you're standing in. That's us – our bodies, I mean. We're still on the street." She looked away to see the shimmering outlines of buildings around them. "That's the salon," she said, gesturing to a shorter cluster of stars, tinted pink, "and that bookstore that only stocks volumes in Russian," she said, pointing at another.

Aya pulled her arms around herself, searching for anything to focus on aside from the man she'd revealed herself to. She could still hear the muffled sounds of chaos even from beyond the veil. The situation at the Center for Humans no doubt devolving even more. Whoever this knight was, he was fast and in the few moments he'd had before she'd freaked out on him, he'd carried her almost an entire block away by now. But it likely wouldn't be far enough to escape whatever was going on. Their bodies would be sitting ducks, his shining armor like a beacon. She knew they had to go back. But that meant touching this man and activating her power again.

She chewed her lip a moment before drawing out her hand, holding it out. "I can put us back," she said, looking down again. But she made no move to close the distance between them.


[System]
Gender: ♂

Dorm: Slifer Red

Personality: Brash, aggressive, unmannered. Leo is the type who is quick to anger, quick to confront people he has a problem with, and to hold a long grudge afterwards. He is also the type to quickly latch on to people as friends, the type to go to bat for people and the type to be loyal. In other words, his first impression of you decides a lot about how he will interact with you from that point on and it takes a long time for him to change his mind about someone once he has had that first impression.

History: Leo is an orphan. Or at least, that's what he says he is.

To be honest, he doesn't know if his parents are still alive or not, nor does he know if he has any other family out there; all he knows is that when he was around ten his parents disappeared. He woke up one morning and he was alone, his parents were both gone, packing their belonging and taking everything with them except for him. He doesn't know if they chose to leave him behind or just forgot about him, but ever since and that he has been living at the Verdant Sanctuary Orphanage ever since. So he is an orphan; whether he has parents or family out there or not. They chose to forget about him so he chooses to forget about them.

It's better that way.

The orphanage he spent the rest of his childhood in wasn't the most well-funded place; he and the other children living there didn't have a lot, even compared to their old lives most of the time, but the people who ran the place were kind and caring and that counted for a lot. What little they had beyond the necessities mostly came from donations and that happened to include a number of Yu-Gi-Oh cards; a motley collection made up of donations, cards left behind by previous residents and cards that Leo and the other kids bought themselves. The kids would share all of the cards between them, mixing and matching them so that they could all play together. Leo was always the best among them and would always be the one to teach the younger and newer kids when they wanted to learn. Over the years Leo even managed to build up something resembling a proper deck, which he would use to duel people outside of the orphanage, either at school or just around town; sometimes betting against people to earn a little extra money or for some of their cards, his winnings always going straight to the other kids at the orphanage and his losses coming out of his own pocket.

Though he still attended school, he was never a very good student and knew that he didn't have many prospects waiting for him when he graduated and when he was old enough that he would need to leave his home behind. For the most part, his plan was to try and get a job at the orphanage itself, both so that he would be able to stay and also so that he could pay back the people who had raised him and continue to look after the younger kids there, most of whom looked up to him as a sort of older brother. A part of him did also want to become a professional duellist, to out one of the few skills he had to work so that he could become famous and earn a bunch of money.

That was just a dream though. Not something that a person like him could hope for.

Until he heard about the duel academy and its entrance exams. Anyone could apply, anyone with the right skills could pass and anyone with the right drive to get that far could eventually use that school as a stepping stone towards greater things. Gathering his cards and packing his few other possessions, Leo set out from the orphanage with the duel academy in his sights.

Spirituality: They have a feel for the presence of spirits, but cannot see or hear them. The sensation they get is something more akin to animal instinct than true spirituality; like feeling eyes on the back of their head, or another presence in the room, or even a feeling of danger when their opponent's spirit is particularly active.

Spirit Partner: N/A

Ace Card: Elemental HERO Nova Master

Deck(s):
Monsters (17)
3x Elemental HERO Stratos
3x Elemental HERO Blazeman
2x Elemental HERO Shadow Mist
3x Elemental HERO Ocean
2x Elemental HERO Woodsman
3x Elemental HERO Neos Alius
1x Elemental HERO Honest Neos

Spells (16)
3x Polymerization
2x Miracle Fusion
3x Mask Change
1x Form Change
2x H – Heated Heart
2x R – Righteous Justice
1x Reinforcement of the Army
2x A Hero Lives

Traps (7)
2x Hero Blast
2x Hero Barrier
2x Hero Signal
1x Magistery Alchemist

Extra Deck (14)
1x Elemental HERO Gaia
1x Elemental HERO Sunrise
1x Elemental HERO Nova Master
1x Elemental HERO Escuridao
1x Elemental HERO Absolute Zero
1x Elemental HERO Great Tornado
1x Elemental HERO The Shining
1x Masked HERO Blast
1x Masked HERO Dian
1x Masked HERO Anki
1x Masked HERO Divine Wind
1x Masked HERO Acid
1x Masked HERO Koga
1x Contrast HERO Chaos

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Kaison & Jon
Dad didn't show up. It wasn't surprising. He was busy as hell with his work even before his kids were put on an island, so this was nothing new.

Caleb & Lexa
Caleb and Lexa likewise did not seem surprised to see that neither of their parents showed up. They didn't do any more than share a meaningful glance before splitting up separately.

Chris
Chris seemed to get a phone call in lieu of a visit. He smiled as he talked.

Haruko
An elderly woman stepped off the boat, wheeling an elderly man off it in a wheelchair. Both were wearing similar clothes to Haruko's, and just as they appeared, were apparently Haruko's relatives. Their relation was unclear, however, since they both began chatting with Haruko in a foreign language.

Sina
Her mother stepped off the boat and smiled warmly as Sina ran into her open arms. "Mom!"

She hugged her daughter tightly. "Hello, dear. How has school been for you?"

"Great! Just a couple of days ago, I got possessed by genocidal duel monster ghosts! I got saved by a friend before being I started plotting world domination though, so it all turned out okay!"

Her mother's smile didn't so much as flinch. "That's nice, dear."

"I even got to save one of my friends afterward, when she collapsed. This place really makes me feel like I'm getting closer to becoming someone like Yugi Muto."

Her mother began fawning over her only daughter. "Oh, my baby's growing up~! Just don't forget to visit your dear old parents when you become a big, famous duelist, okay?"

"Of course!"

Miles
"Father."

"Miles."

They simply stared at each other for what felt like an eternity. Miles looked annoyed while his father, who bore quite the resemblance to him, looked like he was expecting more. When he didn't get anything, he sighed, looking annoyed himself. "Come on, show me around."

Miles turned and led the way wordlessly.

Roché
A man in a luxurious white suit wearing sunglasses and smoking a fancy cigar walked off the boat. Roché ran up to him and they began chatting animatedly. The man seemed to be perfectly capable of talking while keeping the cigar between his teeth, which was a bit odd, but not as odd as when he suddenly exclaiming "THAT'S MY GIRL!" before laughing heartily like he was in on the grandest joke in the world. He was loud enough that nearly everyone at the docks turned to look, though Roché didn't seem to mind, laughing along with her father.

Melony
Like Roché's father before her, Melony's mother proved to be visibly rich, stepping off the boat wearing a dress one might describe as gaudy and dramatic. It was poofy, like a fairy tale princess dress, but about half of it was cropped off to reveal purple-black thigh highs that matched the woman's lipstick. She was bedecked in similarly almost-gothic black and purple jewelry and her hair was a complicated series of braids and loops while somehow remaining long enough to reach past shoulder length.

Melony took small, sullen steps towards her mother with her eyes affixed to the ground. "Hey, mom."

"Oh, dearie, what's the matter? You look terrible!"

"I... it's..." Melony looked like she was about to cry in public again.

"Oh, baby, don't worry, mommy's here for you." She crouched down awkwardly in her heels to hug her daughter. "Why don't you show me where you've been living, and tell me all about it there. Mama will make it all better."

"I don't... I'm not sure I even..." Melony covered her face with her hands again.

Melony's mother leaned in and whispered something in a curt tone. "Not in public, dear." She gave Melony a push while maintaining her bright smile and they began the walk back to her room.

Rin
Rin's father wore a black suit and carried a black briefcase. He had short black hair and didn't particularly stand out among the other parents. He walked up to Rin, who greeted him with a smile.

"Hey, Rin. How have you been?"

"I've been doing alright. Welcome to the island, dad."

"Good to be here; good to see you. I heard from the school that you'd be giving me a tour?"

"Sure, dad. Though, I don't know much about places other than the main building and the Ra Yellow Dorm."

"Why don't we start with your room, then? Students of all dorms are paired with roommates nowadays, aren't they? How's yours?"

"She's great. I feel like I didn't understand her that well at first, but she's very nice."

"That's good to hear."

They continued to make idle conversation as they walked back to Ra Yellow

Donte
He's here. Donte grit his teeth.

"You're still wearing that all that?"

The bespectacled man in a neat black suit walked up to Donte looking irritated. "Nice to see you too, dad," Donte deadpanned through gritted teeth.

"Maybe you'd be nice to see if you didn't look like a thug straight out of juvie."

Donte glared at the man. "Why'd you come?"

"What kind of question is that? You haven't even been here that long and you're already failing everything but P.E. You're the one who wanted to be a duelist."

"No. I said I liked dueling once and you enrolled me without telling me anything."

"You've got to do something with your life, and since you refused to decide where to go, I decided for you, like any good father would."

"A GOOD FATHER WOULDN'T-"

"HEY. Don't you talk back to me! If you want to go to a military school, just say the word, boy."

Donte put a hand on his face and let out a deep breath. He wasn't any stranger to corporal punishment, though his father gracefully avoided stuff like that in public in favor of other threats that were, to him, arguably worse. He considered making another remark, but the man before him had absolute control over his life. It didn't matter the context, talking back could mean anything, because it was just his dad's way of saying it was time to shut up before he got really mad. He crossed his arms and did just that. It was gonna be another one of those days.

"Show me your room. Now."

Donte turned and began walking back to Slifer Red, stuffing his hands in his pockets. His father lectured him the whole way there about his attitude, clothing, grades, posture and future. Donte tuned it out. He was used to it.

[Assistant]
After a while, the spirit incident in the forest became just another bad memory to Helena. While she was happy that Haruko was safe and sound, she still didn't feel good about the loss she suffered to the other possessed students. If things hadn't turned out like they did… She didn't even want to think about it. It did, however, open her eyes to how her deck wasn't performing well. Against other students anyways. Once she had gotten a few card packs, Helena looked through her deck and patched up anything that might've been a weak link. That mostly came down to her Gearfried cards. While she liked them, she knew that they weren't doing her deck any favors. Before making the adjustments, she thanked Gearfried for at least being there to start the duel off for the past few duels, and put him away with the other cards she took out of her deck.

Once that was done, she gave a heavy sigh. Mr. Monoma had said earlier that today was parent visitation day. Helena was dreading it, for it'll be the proof she needs on whether or not her parents really do care about her. She made her way to the docks to wait with everyone else. "Try to be optimistic, Helena. I'm sure they'll come see you." Chosen spoke up, trying to comfort her. Helena just gave a slight nod and stood by the edge of the docks. She watched as the boats soon came to the docks, but as the parents of the other students got off them, her heart started to sink more and more. "Figures…" she mumbled to herself as she just sat on the edge of dock, tears welling up in her eyes.

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Leo Wilde – Slifer Red

Huh, okay. That was kind of a hostile reception. It seemed like he wasn't the only one that found these kinds of parent/teacher days stressful; Leo could sympathise, but that wasn't going to stop him from asking his questions anyway.

"Yeah, I want someone to give me a straight answer about what the hell happened last night."

Subtlety had never been Leo's strong suit, surprisingly enough. Maybe he was being too blunt just asking straight out like this, maybe he'd have better luck if he tried to make friends with this girl first, but he wanted answers so why not just ask for answers? "Why was everyone in the middle of the woods and why were you all acting like you were possessed or something? And don't tell me it was 'angry spirits' like that weird Obelisk girl did; I want the real answer."

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