[System]
Fatima Damiana

"Wild woman are an unexplainable spark of life. They ooze freedom and seek awareness, they belong to nobody but themselves yet give a piece of who they are to everyone they meet. If you have met one, hold on to her, she'll allow you into her chaos but she'll also show you her magic."
― Nikki Rowe

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Character Summary:
Aliases:
None
Age:
316
Birthday:
July 26th
Race/Species:
Hyllian
Gender:
Female
Birhtplace:
Eldan
Jewel Color:
Birthright - Sapphire
Offering - Grey
Class/Caste:
Healer Queen
Languages:
Dhemlan, Common, and Hyllian.
Occupation:
Queen

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Appearance
Height:
4'10"
Weight:
120lbs
Body Type:
Curvaceous
Eye Color:
Pale Gold (nearly the silver of white gold)
Hair Color:
Black, wavy, curls
Skin Tone:
Bronzed

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Character psychology
Sexuality:
Heteroflexible
Relationship Status:
Single
Personality:
She behaves in an airheaded and foolish way. Rather enjoying tea parties or galas. She appears to be easily manipulated or controlled by her Court and others around her. She smiles often and giggles too much. Good, kind, and benevolent. Her knowledge of the world seems rather closed and her trust in people naive.

But, behind the mask of stupidity hides a happy, bubbly, and vivacious woman. In her heart she is wild. She would much rather be riding horses and running barefoot through grass fields than spend another day doing needlepoint and watching theatre. She loves to feel the wind in her hair and the dirt between her toes. Dancing around a fire, drinking, and carnal delights are her preferred form of celebration. Climbing trees and getting dirty are second nature to her, but this has been stuffed down and tied tightly into a corset. She is a woman who believes in violence and sacrifice if it is for the right cause. Death is just as an important part of the cycle as life. She loves a good joke.

She doesn't have any qualms or misgivings towards any other living being, except perhaps Dorothea and her pets. However, if she is crossed or someone she cares about is hurt she will hunt down the offender and flay them, heal them, and then flay them some more. (By no means is she a squeamish woman.) She cares not what would happen to her own person as long as vengeance is had. She is also willing to sacrifice for the sake of her goals. The loss of one is nothing to the loss of many. That being said, she is compassionate and understanding. Her hatred is hard earned and she will always attempt to put herself in the other's shoes. There are actions those take in order to keep those they love happy and healthy. It is just as important to understand that their actions do come with a consequence.
Habits:
* Sneaking off to do something fun for a change
* Waking early and sleeping late
* Stopping to pet adorable animals
* Clasping her hands in front of her stomach when making Queenly statements

Hobbies:
* Mushroom hunting
* Potion making
* Herb collecting
* Horseback riding
* Soap and Candlemaking
* Dancing (in the rain or around the fire sort, though she can do proper fancy dancing.)
* Falconry

Fears:
* Death of a loved one
* Loneliness
* Loss of her jewels
* Centipedes

Likes:
* Being outdoors
* Thunderstorms or sunny days
* Carnal, earthly pleasures
* Getting dirty
* Howling at the moon
* Bathing in rivers

Dislikes:
* Stiff, thick clothes
* Skirts
* Shoes
* Clothing in general really
* Cabbage
* Sweet foods
* Curmudgeons

Skills
General Skills:
* Herbology
* Horseback riding
* Bandaging and suture (knowing traditional ways of healing are important)
* Creating salves and potions
* Cooking

Combat Skills:
* Basic self-defense

Magical Skills:
* Healing
* Reaching inside of a person to fix or break things
* Psychic Probe - Detection
* Disguising her offering jewel rank with her birthright.

What they carry on them:
* Pre-made healing salves and potions
* Handkerchiefs
* Medical supplies (bandaging, suture, needles, pure alcohol)
* A book on plants and their healing properties
* An extra pair of shoes

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Histoy
Background:
She was born to the court and to a family that aligned themselves with Dorothea. She was the daughter of a Queen and herself a Queen. She was doted on and spoiled as a babe. As she grew older she showed strong promise in her abilities but was wild by nature. It took many punishments to finally groom the girl into being able to sit still long enough to read a book. Once she discovered the magic of the written word she was insatiable. At her birthright, she received the sapphire jewel. She was in love with it, cherished it, and would often stare into the blue depths. She studied healing both through the jewel and more traditional versions of healing, believing a place should be had for both. She also soaked up information regarding the ruling and caring for her territory. She studied economics, agriculture, and diplomacy. She wished to do right by her people.

Seeing her daughter's power, her Queen mother hid her away - often sending her to nicer areas of the realm. Fatima was never allowed to develop her own court. For the first time, her mother actually feared Dorothea and what she might do to her daughter. But, Fatima being the wild thing she was, would often go off and play with the other children. And as she got older, began to see the hardships her people were put through. And her heart was saddened.

At her offering, it was the Grey jewel that chose her. Her mother felt more desperate to hide her, using members of her own court to keep her safe. She was made to wear her Sapphire for the sake of her safety and to always keep her Grey hidden. No longer was her guard lax enough that she was able to slip away - though she tried. She was truly awakened one day when a small, dirty street urchin was run over by her carriage but no one seemed to care or give a second thought to it. The lack of appreciation for life outraged her. And she disappeared from the realm to go among the people of her territory and to pay back the life of the child that was killed. Though Fatima was small, she worked fields and sewed clothes. She learned to cook during these adventures and lived as the people. She came to truly understand their hardships and the lack of love the reigning class had for this realm and its people.

Fatima was eventually found by her family after about 50 years (at about age 205) and returned to her home. She vowed that she would do all in her power to make things right and change this realm for the better. The time for decadence was over. She had to focus and forget her wild ways if she wanted to help her people. Her mother's death has left her in a position to gain the sort of power she requires as the Queen of her village. Now she must navigate the nuances of the court and attempt to rise in power.

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Additional Information
Other:  Plaid, color code: 6E8E67
Theme Song:

Extra: roleplayerguild.com/posts/4723583
I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.

Sybl Landseer

"The first rule of protocol is not to serve but to protect. And I will protect my Queen with all that I have. And all that I am."

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[User]
Outside of the Ashkevron Residence, Askavi -> Within the Eyrie, Faeril's secret work room

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Silently hearing Gennar's words, Mikhail nodded as he told them there was a better room for what he was planning to do than Belinar's own room. Not only it would be more discreet... But honestly, he didn't want to make things worse for him. Faeril still haven't noticed the mess he made on the entrance of her house when he killed some of the warriors using his wires...

Unceremoniously getting the unconscious body of the other warrior and putting it on his shoulder almost as if it was a mere sack of meat, Mikhail followed Gennar inside heading towards Faeril's work room. Once they got inside, much to his and Gennar's surprise, they found not only Faeril resting, which was something they already expected to find, but they also found Dareen standing outside, in the hall to Faeril's room. Meeting the Pruul witch's eyes with a stern look, Gennar simply made a gesture with his hands telling her to stay silent as he went to a second door. Upon entering the secret room, it was immediately clear that it was much more suited for the type of works Mikhail had in mind than the previous one. Obviously, it would be wise to maintain the existence of that room a secret from the rest. What did surprise him more though was when Gennar mentioned that the room was in fact, Faeril's other work room. A single glance around the room was enough for Mikhail to realize that the Black Widow was much more than just what she wanted others to believe.

Dropping the Eyrien warrior he was carrying a few meters away from where Gennar dropped his, who fortunately, was already awake, Mikhail started helping Gennar to store the many, old journals and books away in the big chest. While he did so, he took a quick glance to Dareen as she helped Gennar to store the journals, stopping for a brief moment to read one of them. While Mikhail wasn't particularly interested in their contents, her reaction after taking a glance at them quickly indicated him that those most definitely weren't books about healing.

"You don't need to stay here if you don't want to." Mikhail said to Dareen, soon after. He knew that watching or doing that sort of stuff wasn't for everyone and he didn't want to force Dareen to stay there if she didn't want to. Even though she didn't seem to be that shocked when she entered the room, Mikhail still wanted to give her a choice.

"Good, one of them is awake. I'll start with him first. The other will probably wake up too once I start." Mikhail said as he finished helping Gennar, finally turning to the already awake Eyrien warrior.

Kneeling besides him, Mikhail unsheathed one of the curved daggers he carried with him, stabbing the Eyrien in the thigh and them twisting the dagger. A quick stab, avoiding any dangerous veins, it's purpose wasn't to wound, but just to inflict pain. The searing pain would be enough to fully wake the still groggy Eyrien and tell him that Mikhail wasn't playing around.

"Shall we start?" Mikhail asked, pulling the dagger with a quick snap of his wrist and cleaning the blade on the Eyrien's clothes as he looked at him with a cold, penetrating expression.

[Assistant]
Jandar Varan In front of Ashkevron Residence, Askavi
Gennar, Bellinar, Denvar… Jandar memorized the names he was given promptly, matching the appearance of each brother with each name as he gazed at one by one in turn for a few seconds. He turned, almost startled, when the Dea Al Mon introduced himself, and nodded cautiously in confirmation of the Prince's introduction. Given that only minutes before, the man had ranted and raved how he would be only Faeril's ally and not Fatima's or her court's, this practically placid introduction of his was slightly odd, but perhaps Mikahil truly was so professional that he could act as if nothing had happened. Jandar supposed he could reciprocate, but he'd still keep a cautious eye on this somewhat questionably ally of theirs.

In the mean-time, he observed peacefully with a slightly quirked eyebrow as Mikhail and Gennar carried the still living but unconscious assailants into Faeril's house with what in Jandar's mind was a very obvious goal in mind – information extraction. He didn't mind, though he did wonder if Fatima caught on. However, if the Queen said nothing about it, Jandar certainly didn't intend to alert her to the goings-on. "My horse, Teo, is still stabled by the inn downstairs," the Warlord commented when Fatima mentioned that the two of them were all packed to go. He kept a sharp gaze trained on the Queen as she faltered lightly at the sight of her companion's corpse, but as she was able to recollect herself swiftly, he did not intervene.

Fatima asked for help with gathering wood, but Jandar did not have a hatchet or ax on him, so he left that work to Bellinar and Xandar. The latter had stripped completely, and Jandar noticed the Eyrien's recently healed wound. He frowned mildly, thinking that the added strain of woodcutting in addition to the fierce combat they've just been through might not serve the Eyrien well, but the Warlord held his tongue. For one, he was not a Healer, and for another, the Warlord Prince was likely quite aware of his own capabilities and limitations; insinuation otherwise would be an insult. The two Eyriens would have to be manpower enough for the wood. As for the house work, all the others had gone there, so it was bound to be crowded already. Moreover, Fatima would probably stay right there, by the old man's corpse. The Warlord did not believe there would be any danger so soon again, but he certainly wasn't going to risk anything and leave the Queen by herself. "I shall stay by your side," he asserted, giving Fatima a calm and sure gaze, not with the intent to patronize or pity her, but simply matter-of-factly.

[User]
Location: Outside the Eyrie

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While she did not fully hear Mikhail's request to keep her away from the room where torture was to take place she understood the undertones of the whispers. She could not wrap her mind around how this many could forsake and then try to protect her is sequenced breaths. Especially since she needed no protections. It was quite presumptuous for him to assume that she would not be familiar with such things. He was quite the puzzle and one she, fortunately, did not have to figure out for now. Her attention was completely caught by Xandar as he removed his clothes without shame. A light flush touched her cheeks and she smirked. She was not ungrateful for the sight and it caused her to giggle a little. A small reprieve from her anguish.

She left the others to do as they liked. Her new goal was to prepare the funeral pyre. Jandar offered to stay with her to which she smiled her thanks and lightly touched his upper arm. Without another word she went into the nearby trees and began to pick up dried sticks for which to use as kindling. She would first gather as much as she could and then start the platform. Perhaps Xandar would have some logs cut for her by then. Fatima also began the process of pulling rocks she found suitable and lay them in a rectangle shape - help contain the flames.


[System]
Arcana:
Emperor
Birthday:
May 7th, 16 years old
Appearance:
Stands about at 5'10" with a rather lean, athletic body that is demanded from someone that performs in theater. Victor has fair skin paired with icy grayish-blue eyes and tousled, wavy black hair that reaches the bottom of his neck. He stands with confidence and walks with grace and poise, always flashing a Hollywood worthy grin to those around him.
His uniform is fairly standard except he wears a black turtleneck underneath the blazer and changed the buttons around cuffs of the jacket with silver cufflinks. He does wear matching silver piercings that he does remove when on stage and a very expensive looking watch that has a black strap and an intricate silver coated metal work that has his surname engraved.
Reputation:
Victor is the darling of the drama club he is in. He has had every leading role and justifiably so as no one can deny his prowess as an actor. Every time he is on stage, he simply commands the audience's attention with little effort. His accomplishments within the drama club far outweigh his academic achievements though he is just about average in that regard. Social, friendly, and charming, Victor is in what people would call the popular crowd though he has been known to be quite kind to those that others would claim to be of a lower social standing. This has led to people either thinking that he is a kind sort or just a faker trying to improve his image around the school. Also, people tend to suck up to him due to strong his connections to the film and theater industry.

However, he also has a reputation for being rather intense and serious when it comes to the stage. Some would call him a perfectionist while others would call him a control freak. Victor demands the best from everyone and gets visibly agitated when people think that the stage is a place where people can fool around. There are rumors that he once uncharacteristically slugged one of the other actors once though it was never proven, nor could they ever figure out why if it the rumor was true.
Background:
Victor Lafayette is the product of the famous French actor Jean Lafayette's second marriage to his current wife and American actress, Michelle Decatur. Growing up, he typically did not see his parents often due to them being away for their jobs so he and his half-sister, Bianca, were mainly taken care by servants back home in Marseille, a coastal city in France. It was rare for his parents to actually be home. Half the time when school was out, his time was split between being in various countries where his parents were for work though it was typically America. Oddly enough, he was never lonely. It was worth it to see his parents work their magic with every performance. They were what inspired him to take on acting.

The apple surely did not fall far from the tree. Victor was the full package; he could dance, sing, and of course, act, but he had a charisma that was so reminiscent of his mother and father. There were great expectations from the people around him, expectations that he always met without fail, but he still was just a kid. He was prone to anxiety and stage fright just like everyone else. His mother was understanding and proud of him, often making a flight back home to watch his school performances, but his father was another story. Nothing Victor did was ever enough for him and the mere fact that his son dared to have any nervousness disgusted him. Not once had he ever told his son that he was proud of him and had never been to a single one of the shows his son had been in.

That was until Victor's final year of middle school. For the first time ever, his father arrived to watch the school production of the Stephen Sondheim musical, Company, where Victor had the lead role. All he wanted was to make his father proud, to be acknowledged by him and that coupled by the stress and anxiety he had and... He choked. In the middle of his performance, he forgot his lines. His mind went completely blank. Of course, he was able to recover as the show must go on. After the show, his father said nothing to him, but the anger, shame, and embarrassment was palpable.

Perhaps that was the catalyst for what happened next. Victor, in desperation to gain any sort of affirmation from his father, decided to play the role as the spitting image of what he thought his father wanted him to be. The perfect actor that did not settle for less, someone always shone like the sun. Everything else was useless. This is the life he decided to lead when he entered Harbour Academy and quickly became one of the most prominent members of its drama club. It's ironic though; the boy could express every emotion of the characters he played as except his own. Perhaps the tides of fate will change that?
Misc. :
Moules mariniere is his favorite dish. This will now come back to hurt him.
Victor is on the art track.
Victor is part of the Harbour Academy Theatrical Society.
He can play the piano. A helpful skill for when he needs to accompany himself and practice for musicals.
He is very good at accents.
Speaks and reads both English and French fluently.
Besides watching movies and stage plays, his hobbies are gaming and reading.
Will make references to movies and stage plays. It is inevitable.
His sister is a graduate from Harbour Academy.

Weapon:
A rapier. What's a self-respecting, swashbuckling pirate without a sword?
Persona:
Edmond Dantes- A being based on the protagonist of Alexander Dumas' The Count of Monte Cristo. Edmond was sailor framed for a crime he did not commit by those jealous of him and as a result becomes a bitter and fueled by vengeance that lasted for decades. He takes on many aliases though most famously is known as the eponymous title of the book, The Count of Monte Cristo.

This persona stands as a tall, imposing figure. It wears a cloak of shadow that move like waves that when crashing, disperses like ink in water though the interior of it is a geometric pattern of red, purple, and gold. Beneath the cloak, it wears a red suit with black buttons, a white cravat, black gloves, and black riding boots with unusually high, pointy heels. On its head it wears a black top hat and, on its face, it wears a white mask that reveals on its mouth. Its skin seems to be a purple hue and its hair is black and slicked back.

It wields a golden walking cane that is intricately carved with fine engravings befitting of a gentleman of great wealth.
Moveset:
Edmond Dantes specializes in curse skills and melee skills. As a being of vengeance and someone with great knowledge of poisons, he can debuff his enemies

[User]
Mentions: @TGM

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 A cold hand had struck his cheek. It was hard, amplified by the lingering phantom chill that stained his skin. He flinched sideways in accordance to the smack. And then he sat there, rather quietly. It was there, with a little vague familiarity to it, and he tried his best to put up and sit there, quietly as he could. The panic still flooded through. It was one question answered. He was real, and he then wished he wasn't.

 He put an inch's distance between them as he thought it indicative of a response. Franciszek found the words evermore difficult to spill from his lips and he froze up. The thoughts that ran through his head mostly consisted of the far-reaching span of questions and lacking answers. One answered simply pronounced eighteen more. Where? What? Why? How? If it were all real then how was she so sure of it? Did she know anything? He dared not to ask. There was no use asking anyone, it felt like, for with it came a lack of knowledge or sudden paranoia - much alike his. Some people had already soldiered on, leaving with a bop in their stride. They were loving it, he thought to himself, and honestly part of his resented it. Relishing in what he thought his own experience. He never quite knew if Victoria had experienced what he had, or perhaps he was simply so abhorrently weak that his insecure understanding had made him much of a laughing stock.

 He breathed. Calm - he called upon. It didn't work much, but he eased himself enough to hold his tongue and to not be erratic. Off to the side, Maive had started to bawl. Imogen denounced her own aggression so monstrously and, whilst Franciszek felt bad about it all, he most definitely felt that lingering degree of animosity - not for the crying girl in particular, but everyone. Sofia had brought him no sense of comfort or understanding. He was panicked. None of his thoughts were clear, and it was a matter of absorbing wonderland in order to remain any kind of level-headed over it.

 It hadn't really clicked with him how quiet he'd suddenly gone. He wanted to talk to prove that he could still provide something, valued or not, to the ever-growing dysphoria of reality. He looked down and shook his head. The volume of the ocean around them spoke to him again, in heeded warning. He shuddered. All again, so callous. He didn't feel himself at all, yet it had come to him so naturally.

[Assistant]
The clear slap across the face seemed to make the boy more quizzical than calm, though at least he wasn't frantically trying to grasp onto answers.

For Victoria, all of the chaos around her seemed to make her get a sense of calm. Had Frankie not shambled over asking her questions in a manic state perhaps she would've gone fully catatonic. She had to thank him for helping keep her head clear at some point, though given the expression on his face and the lack of a reply of any kind, she was certain it was not the time. She took a light breath as she jumped to her feet as she looked at the island more clearly for the first time since she awoke to its sights. She closed her eyes, inhaling the smells of the island, as she commented on the situation.

"None of this makes sense, so we have to focus on what makes sense. The rest will come after."

She looked over to Imogen and Maive, and then back to Frankie.

"Other people need our help. We can't afford to… you know. C'mon."

Mentions: @LetMeDoStuff

[User]
Victor didn't really know what to expect to be honest. When he suggested vines, he thought she was going to stuff rocks or something to create a makeshift flail or something. Instead, he just watched her tie vines together until she had made... sandals? Whatever she was doing, she was committed to doing it herself since she was not interested in getting them to assist in her endeavor.

He watched her with equal parts confusion and intrigue as she waddled her way towards the tree. Verity was looking upwards with her focus completely honed on her prize, completely forgetting that she wasn't alone. Then she just started climbing. Actually, it was more like hopping. Frankly, it was actually impressive; Victor never would've never actually expected someone with her rather unimpressive physique to actually be able to have the strength and stamina to make her way up a couple of stories. That and he was not really expecting a rich kid from HAGAY to be able to do any of the skills she displayed.

Then the coconuts started to rain down.

Victor was quick to catch what was in his range. It was either that or get his head split in half by an errant coconut. Under other circumstances, this actually would be quite fun, he thought to himself. Really, having an island to themselves to just goof around on was something that a lot of people would have loved to have. It was just a shame that they were stuck on an island in the middle of God knows where and had to fight for their own survival. For his own sake he kept his own thought to himself, especially since everyone was barely keeping themselves together.

Daniel was struggling and try as his might to hide it his trembling voice gave himself away.

"I'm going be honest... I think we're the only humans here," said Victor to Daniel. There was a clear distinction to what he had meant. The people on the raft that he had seen when he fell through the water looked human. Well, the only one he got a good look of was the valet. The eyes of that man were nothing he ever had seen before; a shiver that traveled down his spine when even thinking about that cold golden eye. Something screamed in Victor that the valet was only human in form. Why would there be humans in whatever that place was on a bloody raft with a desk on it and one of them dressed like a hotel valet? Either Victor had seen too many movies, or he witnessed something that typical people weren't meant to see.

That was assuming that they were nearby. He was only running on the assumption that everyone else saw what he saw because for all he knew only he saw it. With all the adrenalin and panic, he did not even think to ask if they had the same experience as him.

Victor dropped that train of thought though when Daniel asked if they could go back. The poor boy looked like he was not about to drop to his knees at a moment.

"We'll drop you off at the beach, but the rest of us will-" Victor cut himself off when he realized something. Why was not Verity back on the ground? Surely if she was able to climb up the tree that she could get down. There's no way she was stuck in the tree like an overzealous cat that climbed too high up.

He looked up the tree to the coconut girl and asked, "Uh, can you get down?"


[System]
Age
15

Sex/Gender Identity
Female

Power
Super Speed

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Personality
Sunday is an independent young lady, and is very intelligent. Ever since she was a little girl, she has loved writing. Even now, she dreams of becoming a best selling author. She writes everything down, whether its in a book or on a napkin. She loves to read, especially if it's a fantasy or sci-fi novel. When you first meet Sunday, you'll assume that she's stuck up or rude. She's never been great with social interaction, and doesn't really think before she speaks. Most of the things that come out of her mouth are rude, whether she means it to be or not. She is also very brave, and does things that no one else would volunteer to do.

Biography
Sunday grew up in a very nice neighborhood in Virginia, with her single mother and two half sisters. Everything was going fine, until that one night. Sunday's sisters, Brittney and Rachel, were over their friend's house, so their mother decided to take her out for ice cream. It was the last week before school was to start back up, when she would be starting sixth grade. When they got back home, though, their front door was unlocked, and the alarm had been disabled. Her mom only got one word out before one of the intruders cracked her in the back of her head with a baseball bat.

"Run."

That's what she did. She hadn't really known about her power until then. When she realized that in less than five seconds, she was already at the state line, she knew that she had to keep going, and never turn back. She made it to her aunt's house in Atlanta, and stayed with them for a few years. She hadn't heard from her sisters or mother ever since. When her aunt passed, she was stuck with her abusive uncle, who never let her go outside of the house unless it was to run to the store or attend school. He drank a lot, and even hit her once or twice whenever he came home from the casino. He'd always take his anger out on her. Finally, she just got tired of it, and ran away. She took the money from their savings jar, and was gone before he got home the next night. She only made it a week, living in a motel and eating snacks from the vending machine, before she ran out of money. She knew that she was not going to be hired, since she was only fifteen, so she found the orphanage instead.

[User]
Mystique was so frightened that she stayed put. She began to think very hard to Bironica and Aaron.

*I need someone to be with me....I am so scared.......*

[Assistant]
@Gentlemanvaultboy [/yamicuorelaroux]
"Alright. I'm sure Kyo is fine but Josive help Alfredo take him into the bathroom and warm water over his feet. Slowly. Don't warm them up too fast. Jack you can take the floor." the housekeeper instructed @Blizz

[User]
"Thank you"jack walked down to the floor and stood in the center"my name is jack mills,And I have the power of umbrakinesis:shadow manipulation"

Jacks eyes began to glow a bright shade of indigo as he remembered to show how much control he had over his power

Jack encased himself in a suit of armor and in his right hand,shaped a ball of shadows into as scythe just a bit taller than him,he then constructed a pair of demon like wings and flew into the air,he then constructed a test dummy that looked like a monster,it was twice his size and had four arms,"this is my power!!"jack announced in a loud voice,

Jack raised his dark scythe and swung it so hard he spun around uncontrollably,this sent forth a spinning disc of shadows that cleaved straight through the shadowy test dummy,with that jack floated down,dispelled his shadows,making all but the scythe disappear"just don't make me mad at night or this gets ten times more hectic"jack walked to the nearest seat he found,laying his dark scythe in the floor in front of him"that's my turn up"he said as he sat down as if nothing happened"weren't expecting that were you?"

[Assistant]
[Josive]
Josive looked up when his tame was called, and stood up. "Uh, yes ma'am." he said, walking over to where he was instructed. Hmm, alfredo... now I'm hungry again. he thought to himself. Once he reached the injured kid, and the girl helping him, Josive shook off all thoughts of food. "Here, let me help." he said, walking on the other side of the kid and helping the lift the kid's weight on his shoulders. Hmm, lighter than I expected. Must be because the other girl is helping. he thought as he helped him out of the room.

"So, you must be Kyo." said to the boy they were helping. "I'd shake hands, but somehow I think this might be close enough." he managed a smile. He then looked over at the smaller girl on the other side, seemingly struggling with her weight of the body. "And your name must be Alfreda, I presume? I'm pretty positive Alfredo isn't a name, so correct me if I'm wrong." Josive couldn't help but let out a small chuckle. He was hoping he could make some actual friends now, instead of enemies. He's made enough of those for today... and anyone who knew him, would know he won't just forget about it for the entirety of his life.

Once the three reached a set of stairs, Josive stopped to look up the mighty obstacle. "Hmm... did any of us ask for directions? The only bathroom I know of is upstairs near all the rooms. Please tell me I'm wrong." Josive said, looking to the two other kids for help.

Josive Text.
Josive Speech.

Brionica Text.
Bironica Speech.

Leera Text.
Leera Speech.

Jacob Text.
Jacob Speech.

Mystique Text.
Mystique Speech.

Aaron Text.
Aaron Speech.

[User] jack looked around for the boy who mentioned a fifth element,after a minute or so he found and approached him"hey,i belive you had something to tell me"

[Assistant]
@Blizz@Teknonick

Kyo shook his head as the young girl tried to help him, not really wanting to drag people away from the demonstrations for this. Besides, the door wasn't that far, was it? He could probably make it... No, who was he kidding, this was taking far too long. As the other boy who was called up arrived to help as well, he gave in and just accepted the assistance. It was a bit surprising how easily he handled the weight; even if he wasn't quite at the weight he figured he should be yet, he hadn't thought he was that light. Then again, there were two people supporting the weight, even if one of them was significantly smaller.

As they were leaving the gym, he found himself distracted by the newcomer showing off his ability. Turning his head granted him a glimpse of the shadows he hated so much. The ones that kept him from sleeping so often when he was younger. A demon somewhat reminiscent of the ones that had haunted him in his previous home seemed to form around the kid. Let me out! I don't want to be here, let me out! Auntie!

But even that old fear completely vanished at the sight of what else had been made with that power. That figure he sliced...like some sort of twisted parody of the crying goddess...

It made him feel more numb than his own legs at that moment. A goddess, an actual goddess, had deigned to descend to this place where those gifted with no other fortune were lucky enough to have ended up instead of a ditch somewhere or worse. And yet people were still depraved enough to do nothing else but threaten her further after already having thoroughly upset her somehow. It was heartless. Heartless and unwise.

As he was dragged out of the gym, he couldn't help but feel something colder than the melted ice sprout within him. Demons did exist outside of his mind. And they were here now, too. It almost kept him from hearing the two helping him down the hall completely, though he did eventually manage a slow nod to Josive when he finally registered the statement regarding his name. It was hard to offer a shaky half-smile back, but he was able to focus long enough try pointing to a door a little further down the hall away from the stairs. At least his legs were starting to feel something again.

[User]
@Teknonick@Gentlemanvaultboy

Jess watches as three of the kids go by, two helping a boy walk, obviously in pain. She had heard the housekeeper yell for everyone to sit down, so she walks into the gym near the back and looks around for a place to sit. Everyone was divided, sitting on opposite sides, Jess hesitates, wondering where to sit.

[Assistant] Jack sees a new girl at the door"hey if your new you go to the left then to right after you show your power"

[User]
@Teknonick

"There's one on this floor. You're supposed to use it after gym time. This way." She said, gently dragging the procession in the direction that Kyo had indicated. She had pointedly ignored the first part of Josive's question, but as they made their way down she started to feel bad about that. After all, wasn't he helping out.

"Alfreda, Alfredo, is doesn't really matter. I don't really have a name but Mr. Hemlock, the man in charge of my old orphanage, didn't like calling me Jane Doe." It's something you put on forms, my girl, she could hear him say, No character. No soul. No je ne sais quoi! Not a fit name for a child at all. "He settled on Alfreda because..." She shot a grimace back at the little hopping flock following them down the hallway. "Because I like movies." She said through her teeth.

The bathroom would have been a good sized room if it weren't for the wall segregating it by sex. Entering through the boys door, momentarily basking in the feeling of being somewhere forbidden that swelled up in her chest, she led the boys past the lockers in the front and toward the line of enclosed shower stalls standing along one wall. "Hold on." She said, extraditing herself slowly from Kyo so she was sure Josive had him. She walked into the stall and threw aside the shower curtain before standing out of the way of the nozzle and turning it on. She stuck out her hand and felt the water, adjusting the temperature until it was just right. "Okay," she called, her voice echoing. "Get those shoes off and slide your legs on in here."

[Assistant] Destiny ran through the unlocked gate of the tall orphanage, it reminded her of a small castle with all of the towers. She quickly and swiftly jogged up the steps to the front door and stopped to see if she could hear anything but she couldn't. She knocked on the door hesitantly and then took up the courage and yelled out," Hello? Is anybody there?"

[User]
@Blizz

Aaron thought perhaps that maybe he had been overexcited. Nonetheless, he did not regret acting as he did. That boy had deserved it. Sitting on the bench, he looked back towards Mystique. She was afraid, something which Aaron did not want, so he went and talked to her.

"Don't worry, there's nothing wrong now. It's all over now," Aaron said. "Even I got excited over this, but now there's nothing to be afraid of."

When Jack demonstrated his power, Aaron admitted he showed a good deal of power. It was, however, not enough to daunt Aaron. He had seen many things, and there were worse things than darkness. Aaron was still angry at Jack, and his insensitivity and callousness.

Jack went up Aaron and said, "Hey, I believe you had something to tell me."

"No, I didn't have anything to tell you," Aaron said.

If he was trying to intimidate him, he would not succeeded. Even if he was up there showing off his power, it was not as if Aaron was impressed.

[Assistant] Jack didn't really care,he tried to help a friend and it ended in chaos,he never expected it to end that way"ok but if the floor freezing and crystals flying made you angry,I was just trying to lend a hand,literally it would seem,I had no intentions of making things chaotic"with that jack went back to his seat,picked his scythe up off the ground and sat next to hi

[User] "Altpright thank you Jack. You may be seated on the right. Who would like to go next?" the housekeeper asked.Go ahead and get started. I'll be right back."she headed to the door. She opened the door to see a young girl there. "Follow me."

[Assistant]
Mystique simply nodded her head and spoke softly.
"I hate fighting. I hate seeing people get hurt. I don't like to do things like that. Will I have to fight in this class? Jack is so scary with his powers. How can I decide if it is a normal shadow or one of his shadow things?"

[User] Jack noticed someone else mention him,they seemed to be in a startled mood(oh great every time I use my power someone ether is scared or...)jack trailed off in his thoughts,he did not want to remember the fact that he almost killed his best friend with simply a bullet of shadow,he noticed the girl was talking to the guy that mentioned the fifth element,even though he didn't feel like having another complaint fired at him he thought he should make her feel better"hey,this should help,normal shadows are different from mine because my shadows apparently have a dark feel to them,so if a shadow was normal,you could tell but if it were my power at work,you could "feel"it,jack hoped he had atleast made her feel a little better,he then turned back to the front and took out his laptop,a pair of headphones and after a moment he trailed off in what ever he was doing(Sarah,I never wished for that to happen to you,I just hope that coming here would keep you safe from my power,safe from the shadow,safe...from me)

[Assistant] Destiny looked at the lady cautiously before deciding that it was safe to follow her so that is what she did, as they were walking she asked the lady," What's your name?" She wanted to learn everything that she could about the place that she was now in and it's occupants., she then thought," This place looks very nice for an orphanage."

[User]
"I'm Sunday," she said with a warm smile, "nice to meet you, I guess."

Jack seemed like a pretty nice kid. When the housekeeper told them to sit, though, she decided to leave him and take a seat. She wasn't really sure what was going on, and there still seemed to be some commotion even after the housekeeper's announcement. When Jack volunteered to show what his power was, Sunday's eyes widened. She would have never guessed that he was as powerful as he was, especially since he was so young. It was quite frightening that a lot of the other kids at the orphanage had the power to kill her. She looked down at her fingers after he was finished, and listened as the housekeeper went to answer the door.


[System]
Age: 23
Looks: Short hair, curly and puffy. looks like a dandelion quite often. it's a gentle honey brown and her eyes are hazel, changing every day.
She's about five-foot-four and has a delicate figure. curved and wide hips with a 40 D-bust. She wears over-sized t-shirts with random graphics or words on them with tight jeans and tennies that are black with neon red laces. She wears glasses but she has bad vision anyway. her ears are pierced in the lobes and she wears simple silver hoops. has a silver mp3 player she always keeps with her
Skills: very good with directions and guiding people around in the wilderness, decent with a baseball for hitting things.
Important info: music obsessed, very friendly towards women and suspicious towards men.
Weapons: Baseball bat, aluminum with red paint that says 'The Enforcer' and a handgun she stole from a neighbor.
Tools: backpack filled with food and drink, belt with various little tools like a Swiss army knife and a wrench
Personality: a little odd and goofy, tends to make odd references and such. very into music and art, likes to draw randomly with a pen she has on herself if bored. gets a little shy around pretty girls, but still tries to flirt a little.
Bio: She was raised by a very religious woman, a semi-religious sister and a agnostic father. she has very strange beliefs and when her family disappeared, she panicked. when she woke, she found herself in the arms of a woman she didn't know, in a park nearby her home.
Theme song: youtube.com/watch?v=JzVQUWqkefo
Quote: "I...wow...you're hot."

[User] Vagin came back with some food, a simple ham and cheese sandwich, and smiled at the music. He sneaked over and laid the food by her, trying to be covert.

[Assistant]
Roxy nodded to Vagin when he brought out the food.
"Thanks, Vaggie." She said. "So are you like a cook or something, or what'd you do before... uh..." She trailed off, not wanting the finality of that statement to come to pass.

[User] He looked down. "I...was studying Architecture, learning how to make buildings. I'm old for it, but it's a passion of mine." He looked embarrassed about something and looked down, at his feet.

[Assistant]
Roxy smiled kindly to him.
"I think that sounds pretty great." She said. "You're ever too old to follow your passion."

[User] He gave her a smile and nodded, sitting down by her. "I'm in my forties, you know?"

[Assistant] "And I hope I look half as good as you do when I'm your age." Roxy chuckled.

[User]
He let out a rich, booming laugh, then looked over to Christa...

Christa squeaked, hearing a screeching roar coming from outside, as a whispering voice said 'run'

[Assistant]
Roxy bolted to her feet as the screech came, her eyes wide and darting she stood, frozen in place. Whatever had made the noise could not have been human.
"What the fuck was that?" She said, her voice almost a whimper.

[User]
Vagin ran to get his gun and stood between her and the door. "I do not know, but Vaggie will protect you little ones."

Christa got up with a hard look. "I think there's a way out of here, away from that thing."

[Assistant]
Roxy nodded, puling herself out of her stupour. She hastily gathered her and Christa's belongings, anxiously hopping from one foot to the other she looked to Christa, her eyes wide.
"Okay. Okay. Got our stuff let's go. Let's go."

[User]
She nodded and ran towards the back door, making sure it was safe before going with the other two...

Vagin kept and eye out, behind them, and kept one hand on Roxy's back like a protective father.

[Assistant]
Roxy ran with them, frantically shouldering the door open, stumbling out onto the street. Her hair flipped out around her as she looked around the abandoned streets. For a moment she hoped to come out into a normal world, bur the abandoned city dispelled those hopes quickly and cleanly.
"Where do we go? Where do we go?" She asked frantically.

[User] Christa grabbed her hand and started pulling, knowing where to go. She ran at a good pace, but made sure not to exhaust Roxy.

[Assistant] Roxy kept pace fairly easily with Christa, riding an adrenaline high. She stumbled on a cracked bit of pavement but barely broke step, for now wanting nothing more than to put distance between them and the church that had previously seemed so safe.

[User] Christa brought them to a school. It was the highschool Christa had gone too.

[Assistant]
Roxy looked over the building and chuckled despite herself.
"And here I thought I'd never have to go back." She said.

[User]
She smiled gently. "It's ok. We'll be ok."

Vaggie's making sure they're ok.

[Assistant] Roxy smiled her lopsided smile and nodded. There was no denying the school building was secure and with sudden strange noises popping up now, that was a reassurance.

[User] She smirked a little and headed to the safest room.

[Assistant] Roxy looked around the abandoned halls of the school, stepping over discarded books and stationary. She was suddenly filled with a sense of sadness, the reality of all these kids that hadn't even really started their lives yet and now wouldn't be able to.

[User] Christa looked back. She knew, somehow, what Roxy was thinking. "They're in Heaven now. That's better than most people's lives."

[Assistant]
Roxy looked up from her thoughts and smiled.
"Yeah." She nodded. "Yeah, they are.

[User] She grinned a bit and nodded, then led her two friends along.

[Assistant] "So whereabouts here are we going?" Roxy asked.

[User] She opened a door. Her school had some military background too it. Locked training guns were in there.

[Assistant]
Roxy's eye's widened at the sight of the firearms.
"Whoa." She muttered. "Holy shit."

[User]
She laughed. "My parents wanted me to know how to defend myself."

Vagin's chuckling happily.

[Assistant] "Okay." Roxy said, noticeably hesitant.

[User]
She smiled gently. "It's ok, these are for Vagin. I don't remember how to use them, but he seems proficient."

He cackled evilly and went to pick the locks.

[Assistant]
Roxy laughed in relief and nodded.
"Okay. Okay. Okay. Good. Because I've never held one of those things in my life."

[User] She let out a laugh, then giggled a lot when Vagin started having fun checking the training guns over.

[Assistant] Roxy sat back against the wall, letting the man have his fun, quietly a little concerned over his excitement, but nonetheless relieved to have some more serious protection.

[User]
Christa joined her, leaning on her affectionately.

Vagin made sure he was ready for ANYTHING, then went to patrol. "Stay in that room, is safe."

[Assistant]
Roxy leaned back against Christa, giving Vaggie a casual, two fingered salute as he left.
"Go get 'em, tiger."

[User]
He grinned wickedly and trotted off happily.

Christa's just relaxing and resting.

[Assistant]
Roxy sighed and slid down to wall until she was sitting on the floor.
"I liked him better when he was making sandwiches in a church." She chuckled weakly.

[User] She giggled. "I'm used to guys like him. The teachers here were worse, believe me."

[Assistant] "Wow." Roxy muttered. "I can't even imagine. I mean hell, a kid got suspended at my school for bringing in a toy laser gun."

[User] She shook her head. "My family has a lot of guys and women in the military, so they sent me to a KIND OF military highschool."

[Assistant] "Fair enough I guess. My parents tried to send me to a private school once. That didn't go over too well though."

[User] She nodded a little. "I understand that."

[Assistant]
Roxy let the silence sit for a moment before speaking again.
"So, what do you think was making that noise?" She asked, quietly afraid of the answer.

[User] She closed her eyes a moment. "I'm...sure it was something bad, I'm sorry."

[Assistant] Roxy shook her head. "It's not your fault. Hell, you seemed like you knew it was coming beforehand so whatever you're doing, your doing it right."

[User] She blushed, looking down quietly. She was unsure of how she knew what to do.

[Assistant]
Roxy put her arm around her and smiled.
"Hey, don't be so glum. However you did that, it got us out of there, so, you know, thanks."

[User] She smiled a little and rubbed her cheek on her friend.

[Assistant] Roxy pulled her closer and let the comfortable silence set in around them, reveling in the moment of contentment.

[User] She giggled a little and nuzzled her some more.

[Assistant] Roxy caught on with her infectious laugh and nuzzled back.

[User] This relaxed her quite a bit and she looked around them.

[Assistant] Roxy looked around the room, but kept finding her gaze drifting back to Christa.

[User] She blushed each time she noticed Roxy looking at her and giggled some more, smoothing some hair off her face.

[Assistant] Roxy quickly glanced away, cheeks flushed, an embarrassed smile flicking across her face. She pulled he hair behind her ear and glanced back to Christa.

[User] When she did that, Christa took a risk and stole a peck on Roxy's cheek.

[Assistant] Roxy's cheeks grew even redder and she looked at Christa for a moment before returning the gesture.

[User] This made Christa smirk and she winked playfully.

[Assistant] Roxy giggled and shyly averted her gaze, smiling to herself.

[User]
This made her let out a laugh.

This is when the noises started outside.

[Assistant] Roxy jumped, unconsciously latching on to Christa's arm, her breathing heavy.

[User] She rubbed her friend's arm quietly and started calling for Vagin, who came running fast, from hearing the heavy boot-steps coming down the hall.

[Assistant]
Roxy looked up to Vagin as he came into the room.
"What the sweet tits is that?" She asked frantically.

[User] He frowned a bit. "That...is a phrase I have never heard. and I do not know what it is, but I...am going to protect you two by shooting it a lot."

[Assistant]
Roxy nodded, still holding onto Christa.
"Okay. Good good. You, ah, go do that. That sounds like a good idea."

[User]
He bent down and patted both their heads and headed out.

Christa smiled reassuringly and crooned.

[Assistant]
Roxy nodded and stayed attached to Christa for a moment before realizing she has holding fairly tightly and loostening her grip.
"Ah. Sorry." She chuckled nervously.

[User] She shrugged. "It's cool." she grinned a little and pulled Roxy to a safer spot.

[Assistant] Roxy followed her, holding onto Christa's hand.

[User] Christa smiled a little and started piling heavy things on the window frames to block them.

[Assistant] Roxy quickly joined in, glad to be taking a bit of action and not at all wanting to know what was out there.

[User] Soon, they were done. Christa happily sat in a corner with a training gun in her hand.

[Assistant] Roxy wiped her brow and sat next to Christa, clutching her knees to her chest, her shoulder up against Christa's.

[User] Christa looped an arm around her shoulders and smiled a little.


[System]
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29

N A T I O N A L I T Y

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German

A L I A S E S

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Rebecca Rommel, Germaine de Staël, Jane Snyder

H E I S T N A M E

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Fox

W E A P O N O F C H O I C E

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A Pair of AMT Longslides, and a KM2000 for when things get more personal.

Generally though if Gwen is actually partaking in the violence things have gone to shit

D I S T I N C T I V E F E A T U R E S

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A woman bathed exclusively in blacks and greys that always wears runners with pink shoelaces. She wears no mask unlike her cohorts.

T E A M R E S P O N S I B I L I T Y

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The Infiltrator: A quick-witted charmer and a woman of many disguises, accents, and the the like. Gwen is usually put on reconnaissance gathering intelligence about the mark and when it comes down to it generally getting into places she isn't supposed to. The first drops of rain before the storm as it were.

P E R S O N A L I T Y

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All smiles and charm you'll want to tell Gwen she forget your watch after she just took your wallet. Spirits are high when she is around and not just because she's the first to buy a round of drinks. She is always on in that regard, always presenting, always keeping up the cool face, and it gets difficult to tell where Gwen stops and the Fox begins. Though it is safe to say that she is a very prideful creature who thinks very highly of herself. Also if you would like your sensitive bits intact it would be wise not to mention her family.

When the real Gwen manages to slip through in the rare moments that she feels comfortable you get to see that she's more of a less heightened version of the Fox she presents. She's still pretty full of herself, smart with a real thing for numbers and playing nice isn't that hard to do when your already a fairly amicable person yourself. She's flighty and will probably leave you to die but at least she will feel bad about it. Yet you also see the bundle of insecurities and fears that lay beneath. She's scared of messing up, she's scared of slipping, she's scared that her father is right and that she is nothing more than a waste of space, and maybe most childishly she's scared that people won't like the 'real' her. Yet when push comes to shove she knows how to move.

H I S T O R Y

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To understand Gwen you need to understand the Fuchs family. It all started with her grandfather, a smart lad who made his fortune selling Nazi artifacts that he helped loot and steal in the first place back to their rightful owners at twice the price after the War. The Fuchs family with their new wealth would slowly yet surely make a name for themselves as business mongrels whose shadier dealings were often ignored on account of the large amounts of money they invested in the rebuilding efforts of West Germany.

Gwen's father Henrik was a legitimate businessman, legitimate in the sense that he had enough money that he was basically untouchable, who dealt in "proper business transactions". Gwen was the second of three children born into a loveless marriage and at the age of ten was swiftly sent away to Saint Ascelina School for Girls in Saarland away from her family home in Berlin. Saint Ascelina School was a primer boarding school known for producing some of the best and brightest and Gwen hated all eight years of it.

Though it would be here that Gwen would begin to partake in her family's pastime, making a tidy little profit smuggling in and selling banned substances anything fro cigarettes, to alcohol, to boys. She would somehow make it through her time at Saint Acelina without getting expelled and partly through her grades but mostly her father's money she would be admitted into Heidelberg University. She would drop out a term later partly to spite her father, and partly because it just 'wasn't her thing'.

Refusing to go back to her Father that had treated her like she hadn't even existed, she took to harnessing her skills at Saint Acelina for much bigger scores. It was perfect in a way, you never suspected that the polite young woman you were talking to was waiting around in the park to talk to a contact about selling a crate of military grade explosives.

Eventually things started catching back up to her and she fled across the Atlantic looking for safe harbor and new work. Here the name Fuchs meant little and she could start anew, and do it better than her father ever had. And well you know the rest.

S K I L L S

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Gwen's a people person through and through. She knows how far a quick tongue and a smile at the right time can get you and well lying is pretty much second-nature at this point. She's also knows how to be pretty inconspicuous when it comes down to it how to get lost in a crowd, and not draw attention to herself a fairly useful skill when she's infiltrating. These skills of subterfuge are matched with a highly extensive makeup kit and wigs to disguise pretty much anyone into anyone else at least for a couple of moments. She's pretty shit with a gun though and would much rather prefer getting up close and personal.

F A V O R I T E S O N G

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Move.

[User]
Deft and practiced fingers worked while Adrian spoke. They tapped, ground, and separated the keef from the bud proper. Once that was done, it was sprinkled with due care into a paper and tightly rolled. The joint made its way from the table to lips and was lit. The cherry of the smoke bloomed and the thin blue smoke was inhaled, held, and exhaled. A little hum of appreciation left those same lips and then green eyes flicked up from the still glowing cherry to Adrian.

"So, what? Am I supposed to just Smokes company and play with myself?" Whitney asked, a few stray puffs of smoke leaving her mouth as she asked her sarcastic question. The inked up woman reclined luxuriously in the wooden chair of the dining room and raised a brow to their leader. She swung her leg over and crossed it, gesturing in a 'well?' manner with the hand holding the joint she had just finished rolling. She was clearly a bit miffed about being mostly ignored during the entire planning phase. She was damned good at keeping people in line and acting properly spooky when she wanted to, but, seemed to relegated to guard duty, or worse, car duty.

"Rest of the plan sounds tight but I am just trying to figure out how I fit into all this. Then again, I ain't gonna say no to free money." she placed the roll back to her lips and took another long pull, still keeping her eyes locked on those of Adrian. If he didn't really have anything for her do at least she could just get her smoke on with Smokes and wait until they needed her to go carry some heavy stuff.

[Assistant]
Donald listened to the speech, yawning. He ran a rag over his machete, looking it over and testing the edge by pressing it against his hand. It was sharp enough, though the tribal paint on the blunt edge was beginning to chip, he'd have to paint over that when he set up a workshop. For now he was just carrying all his supplies on his back. With a nod and an upturn of his lower lip, he spun the machete in his hand slowly, he hadn't practiced enough to do it quickly. Securing the sheath on his back with his left hand, he slid the blade into it with a yawn. He was pleased with what he saw so far, Adrian and... the hacker guy seemed to know what they were doing, but that wasn't important, what was important was the high-quality tail that had gathered. He found himself not-so-discreetly looking at asses. He was a pervert, yeah, but a chivalrous one.

With a tap of his tongue, Donald chimed in after one of the two damsels spoke about how she wished to be a part of the heist. He had to support her, it's what a chivalrous gentleman would do.

"Yeah! The girl don't want to just sit back and toke all day! Now yu giv ha wok mah?" He asked, accidentally lapsing into Guyanese in his righteous anger. Smiling, he approached the heavily tattooed lady and offered a hand. "Teddy Daivari, explosives and other heavy machinery, but for now I guess I'm just the keycard guy. I like your tattoos, very pretty," he offered in a hushed voice.

Still holding out his hand, he looked back at Adrian and shrugged with a sarcastic frown.

"I also wish I could blow something up but this more important, dammit!" He demanded, this time in American English, he still managed to drop a word. He really needed to work on improving his English, girls like accents, but they also like smooth-talkers, and Guyanese isn't exactly French. He could try using what Spanish he had, but a Guyanese person speaking Spanish was about as attractive as a Russian speaking German. Not fun in the slightest.

[User]
Suddenly, Whitney found herself with a person who was supporting her position. Well, he was doing so a little more dramatically then she would have done, but, it was still nice to have someone on her side. He even stood up and walked over to her. She eyed him a little wary at first, her green eyes skeptical at best. He also was packing a machete for when you needed to whack through a thicket of vines or people, but, his was decorated unlike her's. She just had a tool, he seemed to treat his more like a totem or something. Had a funny accent to. She couldn't quite place it. It almost sounded like some of the cholos she used to know, but, not quite.

He introduced himself to her quickly and offered her his hand as well as a compliment on her tats. She had seen him eyeing her a bit, of course, he wasn't looking at her sleeves or what you could see on her back through the white Bladerunner tank top she was wearing. His eyes were lower. Hell, she wasn't going to knock him for that. She knew her lower body was a real draw, but, still. He could have been a little more discreet. She glanced down at her right arm sleeve for a second, taking a look at the geometric patterns that were on her upper arm that faded into the biomechanical piece that finished the sleeve out. Her eyes flicked back to his hand and she gave him a half smile and popped her joint in her lips before reaching out with her right hand and shaking Teddy's hand. "Thanks, blood." she said through her mostly closed mouth. "Name's Whitney, or Ink," she introduced herself gesturing to her right arm with her left hand as if to lend credence to her nickname, "I'm your girl when you need someone tuned up, feel?" she said before leaning around her supporter and taking another long pull off her smoke. She popped the thing out of her mouth, handed it to 'Teddy' casually, and returning her attention to Sharp. "So, the fuck am I going to be doing?" she repeated, smoke filtering out of her mouth as she spoke wreathing her head in a halo of weed smoke.

[Assistant]
Two fingers slowly ran in circles across a temple trying their best to appease the demons of disrupted circadian rhythms. The backlash of decisions from a night before as a mistake's worth of drinking finally came to a head, currently winning a decisive combat against the stalwart defenders of morning, a shitty sludge-like substance that could be considered coffee in some rare circumstances. Yet despite any internal anguish like always Gwen presented herself with a level of composure and general put togetherness that betrayed little of her current state.

She was dressed simply enough in the inconspicuous stylings of the nouveau riche inhabitants of SoHo - jeans, small black men's t shirt and some sort of black bomber jacket of indiscernible origin. All in such a way that she could've easily been confused as a marketing manager or some other upper middle class bullshit. Hair was pulled back into a short ponytail a few loose strands having fallen away and landing across eyes, the indiscernible lovechild between grey and a pale blue casually looking outward from her position with her shoulder propped against a nearby wall.

There was a small nod and something reminiscent of a smile at the corner of her mouth when her 'name' was mentioned nothing overt but done with enough care to show that she was actually paying attention. Yet juxtaposed against the current tableau that her cohorts had cast the woman looked decidedly out of place. Her posture emulated little of the swagger of the Australian, the ill-conceived bravado of the man with the machete, or the don't fuck with me attitude of the other woman in the room, it was much more causal and there was something to be said there. Gwen wasn't in the business of making statements, Gwen was in the business of being forgotten about, you lived longer that way.

She watched as the other woman questioned her role with something of a mild curiosity. She held her tongue, she didn't know anybody here really, friend of a friend that used to work with SASR had put her into contact with the Australian when she had run aground in the States, and she found that if had the capacity to just shutup and listen you could learn a lot about people.

Almost as quickly as she had spoken the one playing with his machete had jumped up to defend her. Lecherous sort with wandering eyes that Gwen rather didn't appreciate and an accent that she couldn't quite discern like some debris from the caribbean had washed ashore of several different continents, judging from posture alone he looked like he thought he was hotshit, in short a loser.

Such arguments early on did little in the way of reassuring her of the longevity of this gang of thieves but it was an interesting thought experiment itself seeing how their leader would react to it all. The small ghost of a smile flickered across her features once more as she followed the conversations gaze as it moved back towards Sharp giving him a sympathetic shrug of the shoulders but still choosing not to engage directly. This wasn't her fight and she wasn't about to make it hers either.


[System]
Gender:
 Female

 Age:
 16

 Appearance Description:
 Asahi measures up to 156 cm and weighs 43kg. She's got fair skin and a lithe build with toned muscle. She doesn't have fancy clothing but tries to look her best no matter what.

 Former Life:
 Student

 Clubs:
 Mixed Martial Arts Club

 Gear:
 A bag with: two pencils, a sharpener, a notebook, some hygiene products, and a few bandaids and alcohol wipes.

 Skills:
 - Hand to hand combat. Whether it is striking, wrestling or defending herself while on the ground, she's got a very acceptable level of proficiency across the board, having even beaten one of her senpais in a sparring match before.

 - Athlete's endurance. Being able to fight at 100% for 15 or 25 minutes with barely any rest is a feat that only people who have trained for a long time are able to achieve.

 - Sewing & Repairing clothing. Having raised herself for the most part, she's grown accustomed to treating her clothing right. She repairs her clothing whenever it gets danaged instead of buying a new piece in order to save her Mom some much-needed money.

 - Cooking. Being poor and needing to eat is a good combination to learn how to whip up meals when all you have are scraps and old cans of peas.

 - Rationing. Her family's money problems have had both her and her Mom rationing food to last through the month to such a point that Asahi has unknowingly become a light eater, sometimes skipping entire meals.

 Likes & Dislikes:
 Asahi likes:
 - Cheap Ramen.
 - Having her efforts recognized.
 - Hugs and physical shows of affection.
 - Small snakes.
 - The feeling of her knuckles smashing into someone's jaw or nose.
 - The tiger ears she wears on her head.

 Asahi dislikes:
 - People that bully her because of her poverty.
 - Her Mom's current boyfriend.
 - The feeling of someone's knuckles smashing into her jaw or nose.

 Personality:
 Asahi is an independent, cheerful and carefree girl. Born into poverty, she's never known what it feels like to be able to get what she truly wants. After being fired from her last job, she has turned to spending her free time with other kids. Sometimes they'll get in trouble and other times they'll just loiter around, messing with each other.

 Biography:
 Asahi was born to poverty. Her father left when she was a few months old and since then, her mother's had to work herself to exhaustion each day to make ends meet. For as long as she can remember, she's been picked on by the divas in class for being the kid that has no money for makeup or stupid accessories or the newest model of phone that is actually the same as the older, but twice as expensive. Asahi's known what it feels to not be able to do many things because of things beyond her control, and she hates it.

 One day, she got into a fight and relished the sight of her bully's bleeding nose. Of course, the satisfaction didn't last long, since the bully sent her asskissers after Asahi when she left school that day. She couldn't attend school for a week after that.

 Tired of being bullied, when she was able to return she immediately signed up for arguably the most intense martial arts club, the MMA club. A year and several bully beatdowns later, Asahi enjoyed the relative freedom of using the girl's locker room without someone ripping or stealing her clothing.

 Eventually, though, Asahi got tired of being the poor kid, so she got a part-time job and started earning money. Enough to buy her own stuff. She was happy and proud. Until she came home one night to her mom crying over the kitchen sink while she washed a plastic dish. That night, she rolled the cash in her pocket from her payday and sighed. The next morning, her mom found an envelope on the floor in front of her bedroom door, with a note littered with drawings of hearts that read:

 "I love you Mom, don't cry. I have a job now, so please accept this."

 Things were good for a while. Then Asahi's mom got a deadbeat boyfriend who did nothing but spend their hard earned money on booze and junk food. Another day, after having her ass handed to her in the MMA club and arriving at work bruised and with bandages all over her knees and arms, she was let go. That was a mere month ago. Now her family is back at the start.

 Other:
 The only family Asahi knows is her Mother, Asato Seka, who works two jobs and only spends 8 hours a day at home, most of which are spent sleeping or with her boyfriend.

[User]
Yuuki Kenji

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 7:20
Yuuki Residence

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 Should we cut down the size of the festival this year? Or reducing the fund of the baseball team? The track team needs some gears badly. But it does not seem like they really need it do they? How about the asking for more fund? Nah, it would probably get shot down immediately. Cutting the unnecessary tea and snacks seems like a good idea. And for Christ sake, how much paper do the literature club need? Are they planning to chop down all the trees? And the Cult club, what are they  The boy sighed, looking at the opened window before looking back at his note. Most of the fund had been distributed reasonably, with some problems like the Cooking club with their stupid thousand layers cake or the literature unreasonable rate of using paper. All is needed to put to check and balance, and Kenji needed to submit this plan by the end of this week.

"Just today, another woman was assaulted by a strange man. Luckily, she was rescued and transferred to the local hospital. Based on her description, the man was in his feral state…"

Focusing on his natto, Kanji glanced over the news with a flashy red title on its first page. "The End of the World?" or so to speak, providing some brief summaries of what others news had provided before. There was nothing new besides from the nearby stores are having a promotion on seaweed. But Kanji just laughed off before putting the paper on one side, unaffected by the shocking "revelation" of some tabloid newspapers. Truly, the thing can only be used by his mother for some gossips and debatably juicy materials.

"Thank you for the food," Kanji said, loud enough for his mother to overhear but small enough to keep the motherhood's conversation between his mother and the beloved sister to flow. And then the usual things, cleaning his own dishes, taking the pills for his mother, reminding he will come home late,... Another year is coming. Another year will soon go by.  Kenji thinks before he said goodbye to his mother, who is growing older by the years.  She used to be able to accompany him to his first-day school , Kanji thinks before giving his mother a final wave. That humble soul, withering away as time passed on, is still observing him and her from afar, fulfilling her long-promised oath.

And out of his hearing range, Kenji's mother whispered before slowly closing the door, "Have a nice day."

"Mother, would you ever leave us?" A soft voice broke out in the night, following the sound of something sobbing at the night. The woman darted to the lamp and turn on the light, fear of what happened to her son. Kenji, rubbing his eyes, remained to ask her the same question as she begins to check if he got hurt.
"Why did you ask?" The mother asked him back, before rubbing his back and getting him another cup of warm water.

"I'm scared."

"Oh come on, baby. Don't be. Did you have a nightmare?" The woman said to him before wiping another tear from his faces. Her expensive nightdress, now soaked with the little infant's sweat and tears, continued to be used as a napkin to take away her son's fears.

The little boy didn't say much, but his soft nod was enough to inform her. And his sister, after hearing from their mother, felt comfort in such loving had fallen back to her sleep of Doraemon and Shin-chan. But the boy, still painted with fears from his dreams, hugged her tight and refused to set her free from him.

"I will always be with you." She said, before giving him a soft kiss on the cheek.

"Now, would you like another bedtime story? I'll make this a secret if you promised." The woman pulled out a collectible of Grimm stories, gleefully watching her son's streams of tears began to dry.

"Once upon the time..."

[Assistant]
Genjo Arata

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6:30 - 7:45
Genjo Residence

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6:30, the same time Arata awoke each day. This morning his phone had selected a ONE OK ROCK song for him to listen to as he dragged himself out of bed. He grabbed his smartphone and turned the alarm off, his pyjamas were baggy on him, his top clearly showed he didn't have much muscle in his arms and his bottoms were a bit too long for him.

He stumbled downstairs, into his kitchen, as he put a piece of bread into the toaster he checked his phone for news. He disregarding most of the articles and quickly went to see if anything about his favourite anime were on the news sites. He briefly put the phone down whilst he buttered his toast. As he was eating he put on the latest episode of his favourite anime.

There was no one in his house, his mothered had sent him text saying that there was an emergency at work and she'd gone in earlier than usual and she'd made him lunch, leaving it on the counter. His Dad, a British man, had gone home for a month or so and was meant to be returning soon, it was not as though Arata saw him much anyway as he would be in a casino somewhere. Arata sighed, finding loneliness peaceful but boring.

He thought about his parents as he buttoned up his shirt, the final part of his uniform, apart from the bag he needed to grab. He picked up the backpack by one of its straps, as he was about to walk out of the door, he realised he'd nearly forgotten his dice. He grabbed a handful of six sided dice, around five, all that were purple and slightly transparent. With that he left for school, he had about a twenty minute run in front of him, but he loved to run anyway and he'd be early today.

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Hey, living in the poor side of town had its advantages. The most important one was that since you knew all the thieves around, your chances of being mugged were drastically lower. The second, less important one, was that people tended to respect those who worked hard to get a better life.

Asahi was one such person, and nearly everyone in her neighborhood knew her. Whether they knew her because they were friends or because she'd given them a juicy 'fist sandwich' was another matter, but the respect was there.

She covered her mouth as she yawned and rubbed her eyes. She didn't jump in surprise when the car engine nearly exploded, as she was used to the sounds now. This was one of the wealthier people in the neighborhood that was giving her a lift. Takeda was his name, and for some reason he liked to treat her as a little sister. She didn't care about his weird mannerisms and actually appreciated how he sometimes went out of his way to lend her a hand when needed.

"You're out early Asa-chan, what's up with that?" Takeda asked, his voice raspy like it always was. Asahi could make out some amount of concern in his tone, though. Cute.

Asahi shrugged, "A lot of noise, y'know… I couldn't bear it, so I quickly did my thing and decided to leave for school early."

Takeda chuckled, "I have no idea how you keep a straight face while saying such things, it's barely sunrise!" He said as threw her a smug sideway glance.

Upon seeing the look he was giving her, she felt her cheeks color, "S-Shut up, it's very awkward so I try to, uh… You know-" She stuttered, "I-I just try to… Oh, just shut up." She puffed out her cheeks and looked out the window at the fronts of closed stores.

After a long while, Asahi noticed the peculiar scent in the car, it was like a mix of smoke and gunpowder. "By the way, why are you out so early? Don't tell me you joined those guys, please."

Takeda's smile was wiped off his face with that question, and he was silent for a long moment.

"Nah. I was out with some friends," He looked at her for a moment and saw her skepticism as plain as the day that was just about to begin, "You know, bar-hopping and… Stuff like that."

Did he really think she was that dumb? Still, she nodded and looked out the window again, noticing the car slowing to a stop in front of the school. Without hesitation she opened the door and jumped out, making sure that she didn't forget anything.

"Thanks for the lift, Takeda! See you around." She waved goodbye at Takeda as he took off, leaving her in front of the closed gates. Now she'd have to wait a while, but anything beats listening to her mom and her mom's boyfriend going at it.


[System]
Appearance:
Age: 25

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Bisexual

Role: Cook

Personality: Normally friendly and polite, but she's easily irritated and snaps/talks back a lot. She makes a lot of food that would be considered exotic (bushmeat, strange plants, insects, grubs) and hates it if anyone complains. In the event that there is a complaint...well, you're going to have to go out and forage, because she won't feed you unless she's forced to. When she is not cooking or directly planning meals, one can usually find her testing the plants on the island to determine whether they're poisonous. Finding natural salt deposits makes her practically swoon! Although she usually just gets it from distilling seawater. She likes cookbooks with strange recipes. Funny enough, her favorite food is fish (uh oh!). But she wouldn't be unfriendly to a mermaid; she might make a joke about calamari.

Bio: Luz grew up on the main continent, and she was a preteen when the dictator took over. Her mother, the only parent she had, after a year of this madness, told Luz of her plan: they would commit suicide together. Luz, too terrified to say no, agreed to the plan, but when it came to it she didn't have the courage to drink the poisoned water. Her mother, having already downed the whole glass, died slowly in front of her, so she just left.
She lived a few years on the street after that, carefully avoiding other people, and was very nearly recruited into sex trafficking at 16. Luckily, a few rebels picked a fight with the shady creep who'd found her sleeping under a bridge, and they got Luz out of there. Not wanting a useless new teenage crew member, they taught her multiple trades; the one she loved the most and was best at was cooking, and she's been getting better and better ever since.
She made sure to obtain plenty of books on nutrition, and steal a good number of citrus fruits, before setting sail with the Phoenix Pirates.

[User]
The sound of hasty footsteps made Balon look up, and suddenly someone fell into the water with him! She stuck her head up from the water, looking surprised and staring at him wide-eyed. "Why... Hello there." he said carefully, quite surprised himself. She looked humanoid but not entirely human. Her ears were pointy and her skin a light tone of purple, and she had long white hair. Both his arms were resting against the rocks behind him and he didn't move. "Girls tend to fall for me I admit, but this is something new." he said with but a hint of a grin. He didn't know wether or not to expect trouble or comedy, but he was confident. His swords were close, and few could match him once he had one in his grasp.
He keeps looking at the girl, a brow raised and a playfull grin on his face.

[Assistant] The pink haired mermaid thought the time right to attack Drake and with a quick motion she stabbed him in his left leg. Drake was busy making her a fishing pole so there was no way to dodge. He let out a very loud yelp of pain that was cut off when the mermaid covered his mouth. She then grabbed his arms and started to drag him into the woods. Is this a soldier of the dictator? he thought. Clenching his teeth he wriggled free and started to limp back to base camp. The girl caught up to him easily but not before Drake had a chance to cry for help.

[User]
A loud call caught Luz's attention, causing her to turn her head. She ran in the direction from which it had come, whipping out her knife as she recognized Drake's voice. Clutching the blade, she burst through the foliage to see the young pirate, his leg bleeding, and a pink-haired woman who Luz didn't recognize. She decided to distract the mermaid and give her crewmate a chance to escape.

She made a slashing motion in the air to warn off the hostile. "I'm giving you one chance," she said threateningly, hoping that her big talk would be enough to scare off this woman--otherwise, who would cook for the Phoenix Pirates? "Get out before I gut you!"

[Assistant] Leo wad shocked by his response before she could help herself she snorted indignitly,"Me? Fall for you?" She asked eyeing him with one eyebrow raised. "Oh, honey. You are a pompous one aren't you?" deciding to default into her sarcastic self while the situation remained non violent. Her eyes wondered back to the sword... she was at a clear disadvantage. Then she realized what his swords were laying on, a pile of clothes. "Oh!" She squeaked, eyes swinging back to the man, taking in his bare chest. Thankfully the water distorted anything else that might of been bare. She tried to ignore her flushing face, keeping her snarky look in place. Just her luck. Came to protect Amphi and fell into a naked armed humans lap instead.

[User]
"Now now, don't be mean." Balon said, grinning. "I may be many things but pompous isn't one of them." Not anymore at least, he thought. He saw her gaze switch from him to his clothes. She probably could put two and two together - Balon was as naked as a plucked chicken. At first he thought it might not be just the clothes she was eyeing, but when her face turned red he couldn't help but snicker. "Don't be shy, I'm just a man." he said, shrugging nonchalantly. "You're a special one though, aren't you? Pointy ears, white hair, purple hued skin... Or well, it's red now but I suppose that's from the heat of the spring water, yes?" he said, grinning and tossing a quick glance back at his swords. Good, they were still there.
Is she a native from this island? Some kinda fairy? ... Am I dreaming? he thought to himself, stunned by her beauty but for a moment.

[Assistant] The pink haired mermaid pointed her spear at Luz and gave her a fierce look. Then she started to tremble and dropped the spear. "Stupid human!" She said before running away leaving Drake and Luz alone. "Th-thank Luz... But I could have saved my self! Just so you know." He took off his bandanna and used it as a bandage for his leg. The wound was deep but at least it didn't go through his leg. "She dragged me through the forest so my leg might get infected... I'll cut it off if that happens. Don't think I won't be able to do it!" Drake was proving his toughness for no real reason at all.  The pink haired mermaid had fled into the ocean humiliated that she chose to run away. The fact that a human came to his rescue just put her in a state of panic, she forgot she had the upper hand having a hostage and a weapon.

[User]
Luz rolled her eyes and put the knife away, letting out a noise that sounded just a little like a growl as she watched the mermaid flee the scene. "That's why you screamed for help, right?" she said in a snappy tone, but soon calmed down and let her voice soften when she realized the mermaid wasn't coming back. "We won't let your leg get infected, hear me? I'll get some seawater; the salt will help disinfect it. The doctor will do the rest. And I just know you're tough enough to walk back to camp," she added sarcastically.
"Either way, you get an extra helping of dinner. If you're not too much of a manly man, of course."

[Assistant] Leo's chin came up haughtily, "Er. Yes...The hot spring, its making me flush." She fingered the tip of her pointed ear then removed her hand to fan herself. She needed to focus. What was she to do, small talk with the human until he flustered her enough to catch her unwary? They were sworn enemies! Her Queen wanted these humans captured!! Her head was reeling. Come on Leo! You're a trained damned warrior!She glanced up and caught him staring at her. "Er.." Her heart stuttered and then went into double time. What the..? Suddenly there was a loud yelp of pain that came from a ways off in the forest, it shocked her into action she lunged forward, her chest slamming into his she pinned his legs with her knees and reached over his shoulder for his blades.

[User]
"Yeah... The hot water." Balon responded, grinning wide. He watched her curiously as she got lost in thought. He could almost see the gears grinding in her head. What was she thinking?
Suddenly, a scream for help came from the forest. Was it Drake? Before he knew it, the woman leaped towards him with such speed one could think she had sprinted in water all her life. She slammed into him, but he endured. He cushioned the fall and felt her knees pin his legs down. The sword! he realized a second too late, but managed to grab the hilt. As the two battled over the blades, one of them (the swords) rolled away from arm's reach, further back. His hand covered hers on the handle of the blade and he struggled to keep her contained. With his other hand, he grabbed her other wrist and held her. "What are you playing at?!" he demanded, his grin having been replaced with a serious frown. "You some sorta spy? An assassin in the service of the dictator?!" his voice became gradually higher as he asked. No assassin would take his life. Not today, not ever. He stared into her eyes as he held her hand and wrist, struggling to keep her from taking the sword and slashing his throat.
He had completely forgotten, he was completely nude.

[Assistant] "No no, an extra helping would be nice. I'll be less manly for you," Drake said easing on the tough guy act. After Luz had disinfected Drake's leg with sea water the two of them went back to the camp. He was going to go into the doctor's tent but the captain and a girl were occupying it. "Who's she?" Drake asked with immediate suspicion. This girl had orange hair, he was sure he'd remember someone with hair like that and after the experience he had he knew she must have been working with the pink haired girl. "Captain this girl is bad news, I was attacked by another girl with colorful hair like hers. she's dangerous." Blythe laughed at Drake. "This girl? She fainted at the sight of me! The doctor said she was fine. You here to get your leg looked at?" Drake scoffed. "It can heal on its own, my bodies tough!" Blythe snickered and tackled the 5 foot navigator and then started to tickle him. "H-hey haha, stop that hahaha!" Drake tried not to laugh. "A tough guy could handle this." Blythe teased. The doctor started to fix Drakes leg up and rested next to Amphi.

[User] Leo strained against his hold, how the hell had he gotten one up on her!? "A Spy?" She gritted out trying to keep the upper hand with the blade. Who the hell was the the dictator?! "Stop trying to confuse me!" She hissed through clenched teeth. "You-Will-Not-Take-My-Home. You-Will-Not-Enslave-My-People." She snarled rearing her head back she headbutted him as hard as she could. Ignoring the lights flashing behind her eyelids from the pain she went to lunge for the other blade but underestimated his grip. As she threw her body weight all she managed to do was have her arms nearly ripped from their socket, toppling sideways her head slammed into a rock making her gasp sharply.

[Assistant]
The two were locked in their struggle for a moment. "A spy?" she asked, confused. "Stop trying to confuse me!" she exclaimed next. What puzzled Balon was that she seemed genuinely confused by what he was saying. She was not a spy then... But what she said next finally revealed it to him. "You-Will-Not-Take-My-Home. You-Will-Not-Enslave-My-People." By the gods... It's a mermaid! Balon thought in astonishment. He had heard they were real but never actually seen or met one. He had also heard what humans did to them under the dictator's rule. Curses... She thinks I'm the bad guy... he thought, but his thoughts were cut short when she drew her head back and headbutted him hard in the face. Sure it hurt, but when he was finished clenching his eyes shut it seemed to him that it hurt more on the girl. Poor thing probably had no idea how to do a proper headbutt. Surprised once more was he however when she decided to lunge for the other sword that had rolled away in the struggle. He was able to keep her held which caused her lunge to turn into a faceplant into the rocks. "Oh fuck that must've hurt!.." he exclaimed aloud as he quickly took advantage of the situation to wrestle the sword free and with a quick motion held it against her neck. With his other hand, he still held her wrist tightly, putting it up on her back in an armlock to try to subdue her."You're at my mercy now, woman, and I want some answers. I'm gonna ask you a few questions, and you're going to answer them. You understand?"
If she responded with a nod or some kind of 'yes', he would proceed to ask her the questions. "I'll start with this: what are you, and who are you?" he says sternly but not harshly to begin with. "Next, do you have any idea of who we are?" Lastly, he leaned in closer to her (but not creepily close) to ask the final question: "Are you friend... Or foe?"

[User]
Luz followed Drake back to camp with her hands in her pockets. As Drake was being tickled she just looked moodily toward the hut in which an orange-haired woman slept; she had her suspicions after the attack but reasoned that she couldn't be a huge threat, not if she'd fainted upon seeing Blythe. When the doctor started to get to work on the boy's leg, Luz turned around. Sure, the injury looked bad, at least from what she'd seen of it. And yes, there had been a woman that Luz was sure hadn't been aboard the ship but...well, she couldn't just not make dinner, and fish had been her plan.

"I'm going to the lake," she announced. "If I don't catch enough fish, we're having grubs tonight." She'd seen a bunch of the maggoty-looking things in a rotting piece of wood when they had set up camp, and all she could think had been, Mm, that's some good protein right there. Without giving anyone time to reply, she started to hike off.