[System]
Bio: Nova grew up in a small family of four with her parents and her older brother, Caden. Being the younger child, Nova had to fight to get her way out of Caden's shadow, doing so through sports and physical achivements to set her apart from her family. When Nova was only 13, both her parents were killed in an 'accident' which was cleaned up by the NAIL agency. Both children were taken in where she trained to be a top notch field agent.

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Age: 26
Gender: Male
Description:

Personality Caden is the more tame of the two siblings. He takes his time to thinks things through, analyzing everything he can before making any sorts of decisions. Like his sister, Caden won't let something rest until he knows what he needs to know, however he's much more reserved about the way he goes about things. Caden is also very protective over his little sister, only becoming violent if he feels that she is threatened.
When push comes to shove, Caden knows how to fight well, however he prefers not to. He respects rank over anything else, usually following orders to the letter.

Occupation: NAIL Intelligence Officer
Equipment: * Laptop
* Hand Gun
* Drones: Small, flying drones programmed by Caden for various purposes. They are his eyes and ears in the field while he remains at safe locations. Built to analyze data, most are used to scan and collect data from the field.

A couple are equipped to release a sonic wave similar to that of the Sonic Staff, however it is much weaker. Only strong enough to temporarily disorient an enemy so that the drones can retreat to safety.

Caden has named each of them after anime characters.

Bio: Caden is the elder of the siblings, responsible for his younger, more rambunctious sister. His crowning achievements were academics, high grades and published papers before graduating highschool. Not a fan of competition, Caden tended to avoid contests so most of his awards are known only to the family. His skills were noted by NAIL after their involvement in covering up his parents' deaths. Wanting to train him, Caden refused unless his sister could accompany him, in which both siblings were trained in separate fields as NAIL agents.

[User]
Salty Crab Bar

Three men all wearing your typical attire except for some odd features enter the bar and sit the farthest away anyone which is situated next to the big panel window just as you enter the Crab. They order shots and after a few minutes of subtle looking around one of the men wearing a yellow vest talks.

"You think Orion is going to get them crystals."The one in the vest says with an odd accent.

"Keep your voice down dummy!" One with a Mohawk says.

"Sorry Popback- I mean Tyler."He says back to him.

"You idiot Barry! What if someone hear you!"One with a bald head scolds back.

"Calm down Dan. Now that I think about it nobody here would know what we are talking about anyways." Tyler says to his two colleagues and after a quick pause to look around continues,"I heard Orion has some friends in that agency and the police department and knows exactly where those Eyes are. I talked to him a few hours ago and he told me once he gets them we can be one of the dealers."

The two men smile and Barry chirps back,"When is he getting them?"

Tyler smiles and motions them to move foward as he whispers to them so low that nobody in the whole bar could hear them even if they tried.
"Tonight at that Marathon Chemical Plant. He says that tomorrow a lot of those damn police and agents are going to be dead."

Just as he finishes the shots arrive. "Boys lets celebrate!" He then says with the biggest smile on that Mohawk face as he grabs a shot of whiskey.

[Assistant]
Nova stood completely still, growling with irritation as the man dropped his own smoke bombs to cover his escape. "Is it bad that his escape isn't what's bothering me right now? I mean, honestly... How could you not know that Robin Hood had an accent. He's a character from a folklore originating from medieval England." She sighed, reaching her arm up behind her back and tugging the piece of paper from her clothing. The man might have been secretive in writing the note, however he'd failed in his attempt to attach it to her unnoticed... She had felt the slight pressure of his hand on his way by. The agent read the note, rolled her eyes and crumbled the piece of paper. "I really hate vigilantes. She groaned, throwing a sideways glance at Alexis who had been going on about a dive bar down the street. "Hey, what you do on the job doesn't really concern me as long as you can continue making shots like those. Nova shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly, referencing the various shots the woman had taken through out the whole ordeal.

She laughed a little as Agent Chandle began walking away, only to stop short and return to her side. "Sure, why not." Taking the lead Nova approached her bike, pleased to find it had no scratches from the fight. Unclipping her earpiece and stuffing it into a pocket, Nova slipped on her helmet and mounted the large bike. As she waited for Alexis to get herself settled Nova reached into an easily overlooked compartment on the bike, pulling out a spare helmet and holding it where the other agent could reach when she was ready. With her free hand Nova clicked the display on her helmet on, eyes flickering over each of the information quickly before she activated her comms mode. "Caden... Agent Chandle and I are heading out for a drink at a nearby dive. You're welcome to join us if you'd like." She said as she revved the engine to life.

Drinking so early in the day? Caden sighed disapprovingly, shaking his head and running his hand through his hair. Thanks, but I think I'm going to have to pass. There's a rookie-looking detective here who doesn't seem to be getting our knucklehead field agents' hints. I'm going to try sweet talking him into dropping the subject like the other guys. Nova glanced around, spotting the drone and the detective Caden was talking about, nodding to herself. "Good luck with that. He seems like he's going to be a handful." Laughing, Nova pushed the bike into motion, turning it around so that she could leave. "Alright... Well, I'll text you our location just in case you can meet up with us later."

Having finished with Caden, Nova shifted her comms to connect with the spare hemlet so Alexis could hear her clearly. "So, where to?"

[User]
Marvelling at the helmet and the technology inside it, the sudden sound of Nova's voice, unmuffled as she had expected it to be, came clearly through the speakers embedded in the helmet and nearly startled her. Catching her calm she took a moment to think of the fastest route, considering whether Nova would follow normal driving rules now that their mission was over.

"It's actually near the bar, two down from the hotel I was nesting in. You'll know the beauty when you see her." She tapped on Nova's helmet. "Nice kit. If we're on missions a lot can I get a purple one? I like to mimic the Queen."

A few minutes later, after an 'interesting journey' that had reaffirmed Alexis' suspicions that motorbikes were screaming metal death traps, the sniper was stowing the case containing her rifle into the boot of her deep blue BMW M5 Series. Upon arrival she had gestured to her pride and joy, largely to rid herself of the recent motoring experience, with a wide grin.

"See? Told you she was beaut. NAIL sure didn't hold back when I demanded more than they were offering." Truth be told, she would have taken the job even if they had refused her demands as it promised to give her some closure from her experience in the SAS; however, there was no harm in getting some extra perks.

The dive bar itself was quieter than it had been the first time she had caught sight of it, probably people either running away from the nearby combat or towards it. What a perfect example of human nature: curiosity or caution, fight or flight. It was still busy enough inside to not feel like they were being watched as they walked in, others readily stuck into their drinking even at that time of the day. Alexis was about to make a joke to Nova about Americans and then remembered some of the pub crawls she had been on back in Britain, starting before the crack of dawn and going on unto that of the next day. One had been done on cycles, she vaguely remembered. Although the bike she ended up with was different to the one she had set off on.

There were two bar stools next to one another, a rare occurrence as regulars usually fought to claim their favourite spot; arriving at ridiculous hours of the morning to ensure they could drink themselves into oblivion with the comfort of familiarity. Gesturing to the two stools, Alexis took the lead and swung up onto the bar stool before doing that bar-wave, somewhere between a wave and a jock's faux-salute in a cheesy teenage romantic comedy, to get the barman's attention.

"What've you got in the way of whiskey?" She asked, the man raising his eyebrows but not commenting on her taste, stepping to one side and gesturing at the semi-impressive array behind him. "Hmm, you're missing some of the greats, but I'll take two fingers of the Glenfiddich, on the rocks." She gazed at the half-frosted glass in front of her, admiring the gentle yellow tinge of the drink before taking a sip and sighing with relief, relaxation flooding her veins for the first time after the earlier events.

"So, Nova, let's jump straight into it. Robin Hood - snog, marry or avoid?" She had a wide grin on her face, the cold facade of the sniper had fallen away completely; an amused, sly twinkle shining in her eyes instead.

[Assistant]
Nova laughed into her comm, nodding her head. "Sure thing... But I wasn't aware that the Queen was into motorcycle helmets. She joked, rounding the corner sharply. Most of the time Nova forgot that most normal people didn't like to speed through traffic the way she did on a motorcycle, not holding anything back as the bike dipped in and out of traffic on her way to Alexis' car. Slowing to a controlled stop behind the BMW, Nova parked her bike and removed her helmet with a whistle. "Indeed she is. You must have made quite the impression on the higher ups, they don't hand out this kind of stuff to just anyone." As nice as the car was, Nova had a preference to the freedom she felt on the back of a motorcycle. She couldn't possibly ask for anything better. Before the pair departed from their vehicles Nova tucked the spare helmet away in its compartment, picking up her own and balancing in between her arm and her hip.

The place itself was rather cute looking, your run of the mill dive-bar for a city like theirs. She could smell the brandy and whiskey hanging in the air, not an unpleasant scent but not a drink she would usually order herself. Nova scanned the area with her eyes before hopping up onto the bar stool beside Alexis, placing her helmet on the bar in front of her. She wasn't entirely surprised by Alexis' choice in drink, ordering a whiskey with an air of experience about her. A badass drink for a badass sniper. "You make me look like a kid, ordering something like that. She laughed, turning to the bartender. "I'll just take a hard cider." Nova shrugged, nodding her appreciating as the man placed a beer bottle before her. Picking her own drink up, she turned to Alexis, almost dropping it in the process.

"Excuse me?" She asked, half laughing and half choking on her disbelief. Perhaps this particular sniper could surprise her yet. Righting herself, Nova took a swig of her drink before speaking. "That man is a menace, I don't care how cute that accent was." She took another swig, leaving silence in the air for a few moments. "Alright, I guess the accent makes him at least "snog" worthy." Nova emphasized the word snog, poking a little fun of her own at the woman as payback for the sudden odd question. "Your turn. Kiss, Kill or Marry the menace?" She asked, realizing how much more polite the British version of the game was. "Wow, we really are obsessed with killing things." She mumbled to herself with a shrug.

[User]
As Jay walked away from the bank and the body to go talk to the forensics officer he was looking through the case file to try to connect the dots. He was coming down the stairs when he herd some one speak to him.

"Yes....I am, Detective Woodcrest." Jay said as he looked around and found the drone.

Jay had only met a few N.A.I.L officers in his career as a detective and had never worked to one. Jay had always herd that NAIL brought the heat no matter what department they worked in. Jay wondered why this one was talking to him, let alone offering him help. This meant he had to be careful or he might get in trouble again. Jay decided to try this out to see if it gave him any leads in this case, and most importantly some answers.

"Well if you really want to help you can fill in some holes in this case. Like what exactly did he steal and why? Was he put up to this or just personal motive? And how can we prevent something like this from happening again."

[Assistant]
Caden couldn't help but to chuckle to himself, relaxing in his chair. "You know, Detective Woodcrest... You sound a bit more like a reporter than a detective asking questions like that. Relax kid, I'm not going to bite you." Leaning forward at his desk, Caden typed in a few keywords to verify the classification of the information the detective was looking for. Taking a deep breath, Caden quickly ran through what he was going to say before speaking again. "Unfortunately, the answer to your first compound question contains classified information that NAIL is unprepared to have released at this time. However, I think I can help you with the rest. As far as we know, Franklin Evans AKA Flash Bang, was acting alone on this. This was the bank he was recently fired from so more than likely this was a revenge hit to redeem himself in the eyes of his peers." Caden shook his head, feeling bad for having to lie to the guy. It wasn't as if what he said was completely false, but it was meant to be misleading to keep him occupied until NAIL completed their own investigations.

"To be honest, there is no way to prevent these attacks. Ever since we lost our heroes, crime has been on the rise. At this point all you can do is improve your response time to keep the civilians safe from harm. This city has gotten too used to peace so until we can get back on our feet, we'll have to settle for reacting before we start trying to predict and prevent future attacks." Caden reached down beside him, plucking a soda bottle from the floor beside his chair. Gulping down half the bottle, he shifted in his chair and ran his hand through his hair. "I'm going to be honest with you, Detective Woodcrest... You're not going to get many details here, NAIL has everything pretty locked down. However, I can tell you that there was a vigilante involved in the take down of Flash Bang. Maybe if you can track him down you can find the real answers you came for, but that's something you'll have to do on your own. NAIL has no definitive records on this particular guy." It wasn't much, but it was all he could do to help the guy out, everything else was off limits when it came to sharing with the police. "Was there anything else that you needed, Detective?"


[System]
Age: 32
Gender: Male

Nationality: Russian

Occupation: Gun for hire

Branch of government worked for: He was hired to do some dirty work on the DL, but when the media found out about him, the government claimed that he was just a rogue and that they had no connections to him.

Personality:

Described as intense and driven, Sasha is not a guy you want to make an enemy of. He's intelligent, level headed, collected, and when he sees fit, unnaturally cold. With the heart of a soldier, Sasha will stop at nothing to complete a task he's set his mind on. His sheer will and determination make him a valuable ally.

The softer side of Sasha isn't something many people get to see. For one, he doesn't have many people to show it to, outside of his very small friend circle. Afraid of getting too close to other people, lest he be jaded, Sasha doesn't associate with others a whole lot. But when he's decided that your his friend, a warmer, gentler giant begins to emerge. He values close bonds above all else, making his friends the most important things in his life. He doesn't have many, but those he does have, he'd protect with his life.

Appearance: Sasha is a very large man. He stands five inches short of seven feet tall, solidly built and muscular.
He has pale skin and dirty blonde hair that is kept in a neat buzz cut. His eyes are a gray-ish blue, and cold as ice. He wears mostly old military pants and shirts, in drab green and tans.

Other: Sasha speaks with a Russian accent. He speaks several European languages fluently, Russian and English being his best of course.

Skills: Your usual military training applies. He's proficient with most guns, but is particularly skilled at hand to hand combat. Has been known for one punch knock outs. He also has some experience in leadership.

Likes: Gardening, traveling, cool weather, reading, tinkering with electronics

Dislikes: People who are general assholes

History:

Sasha grew up in Kazan, Russia. His mother overdosed when Sasha was 5. He was left to be raised by his father, who fell into depression after the loss of his wife. His father wasn't the kindest, and often times was abusive. After Sasha's mother had died, he had essentially lost interest in being a father. He would often invite his loud and obnoxious friends over to watch soccer games, drink, and play poker while Sasha hid in his room and pretended not to exist. Sasha wanted to get out of the house as soon as he could, and joining the military seemed like the best option. However, Sasha had something of an authority issue when he was younger. His father's poor job of raising him had turned him into a rebellious punk.

After six years of service, Sasha slowly lost some of that punk kid attitude. He was eventually promoted to a second lieutenant and given his own, small platoon. They were deployed to Ukraine, where Sasha and his men were given orders that went against his own set of personal morals. When he refused to carry them out, he was threatened with everything in the book: treason, discharge, prison, the works. Instead, he just quit. Sasha and several of his men went AWOL. He picked up work as a mercenary, doing things that he knew he wouldn't lose sleep over. Most of the time, he did dirty work for various governments who didn't want to wait around and get things done the 'diplomatic' way.

One such mission sent him to Mexico to gut a base that served as a drug lord haven. The mafia style group had made several threats to attack the lowers US border, and government officials had good reason to believe that they meant business. The base was located right in middle of a ghetto, and any move against the drug lords risked injuring civilians, and thus pissing off Mexican officials. So Sasha was hired to lead a 'rogue team' to destroy the base. They were successful, but when a civilians was, indeed, injured, the media caught wind of mercenaries working for the US government.

Sasha was on his way out of dodge when he was captured by Mexican special forces. He threatened to sing like a bird if the US didn't get him out, so they did. He then conveniently 'disappeared'. Sasha was shipped out to the island a little over a year ago.

[User] Sasha didn't pretend like he understood the nickname. He probably didn't want to. He pretty much just ignored it and moved on. "Kazan," He said, then added, "Russia." The latter was pretty obvious. "I've uh...never been to Florida." He offered up the last part because after a year of no social life, he wasn't quite sure how to talk like a normal human being anymore. What the hell did he even have to talk about? He read books and scratched calendars into the wall for fun.

[Assistant]
Nancy's brow furrowed. That was exactly what he had told her- that something was weird here, and that things were dangerous. Sure that was patient talk... but then why did Joshua word's echo Sasha's, about staying cautious and keeping her wits about her? People kept telling her how odd this place was... of course it was! It was on an island for crying out loud! She had thought the job posting was for movie extras at first. But this was the first time she had heard them from two totally different demographics of people within the space of only a couple hours.

"I highly doubt I'm in some kind of bad position. They like me now, but I haven't had to restrain any of them, or follow through on a procedure they don't want. Once I have to do that, I bet they won't trust me anymore." It was a sad thought, but true. "Besides, what's so bad about the patients trusting me? That's kind of what nurses strive for. Until they get burnt out, anyway."

They were nearly to the cafeteria by now and Nancy happened to glance through the door they were passing- the door into the recreation room. Xander and Sasha were in there, talking. Another patient she hadn't dealt with too much- Jocylin? Joanne? Something with a J- was playing checkers with Xander. She was glad there was something for them to do.

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[User]
@Americore @Metronome

Thomas Greene

He eyes hardened at Kevin's statement. "Escape?" He pursed his lips and then couldn't help but let out a dry, hard laugh. "Where ever would they go? They're trapped on a bloody island!" He clapped his hands together in front of him and shook his head slowly. "Please keep your ears and eyes open for more intel. I'm counting on you to let me know of any rash plans that are being planned and any escape routes that are being mapped out."

In secret, Dr. Greene knew that several patients were talking about trying to slip through the cracks in security. Quite frankly, he kept security as lax as he did to encourage escape plans. It helped weed out some of his experiments. The ones that were willing to escape usually had something to live for outside the walls and therefore would be missed if they were to disappear one day. He and Dr. Brennan worked strictly on patients that had no one and had nothing outside of their lives behind the white walls of the hospital.

"If that is all?" He asked finally when Kevin said nothing. Dr. Greene stood and straightened out his lab coat. "I have a meeting to prepare for," he said dismissively and picked up a few files that had been lying open on his desk. He straightened up the papers, closed the files, and tucked them neatly under his left arm. Dr. Greene was nothing if not neat, tidy, and organized. Walking to the door slowly, he opened it to allow Kevin to leave. "Unless you plan on attending the meeting."

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Jocylin Redford

Jo eyed the large Russian as he entered the room and sat back in her chair. He was an intimidating sight. She had been to Russia a few times and had worked a few missions there, and she knew they were no soft and sweet people. They usually meant business and that business usually meant death. Her lips curled into a small smile and Xander called to him and tried to strike up a conversation with Sasha. Rolling her eyes, she swore that the man would strike up a conversation with a post if it talked back to him.

Surprised when Sasha actually acknowledged them, she looked over her shoulder and brushed the hair from her face. "I was born in North Carolina, but I have lived all around from Paris to Washington DC to England for a short time." She shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly. "I moved around a lot," she concluded blandly and made another move on the board. "King me," she stated with a smirk and winked at Xander. "Too lost in thought to pay attention to our game?" she teased lightly.

[Assistant]
"Well can i ask what the meeting will be about?" Kevin said feeling a bit weird around Dr.Greene, Their was something about him that frightened him more so then the patients here. He stopped at the doorway looking over to the doctor. Kevin was worried something big was going to happen and he would be stuck right in the middle of it and it was something he would not want to be in the middle of. He would have to pick a side one that he would not know which one but it would be the one to keep him alive.

Slicking his greasy hair back thanks to the hair gel he used this morning.His hair was starting to become sweaty so he could smell the gel that filled up his nose.

[User]
Joshua had his hands in his pockets as he moved towards the cafeteria, eyes forward and never looking at the one he's talking to. Her curiosity was amusing. Of course she wouldn't notice yet. Just like how Kevin doesn't suspect the doctors as much as the patients. Maybe Doc Greene but there were some that were as suspicious as him. Take Doc Brennan for example; sure she looks innocent, but she gives off the same vibes as Doc Greene. Guards that have stayed for years in this place knew that something was wrong. Not just because it was on an island and it housed non-crazies, but because of how people just seemingly... disappeared. Without a trace.

"I fear that they'll use you to get to the patients Nancy. You might end up doing something you don't want to." He then shook his head. "That is, if my assumptions are correct." He continued. There really was no proof to be honest. No proof that the doctors are the ones causing the disappearances. Or rather, the only evidence he had was them escorting the 'missing' patients down in the elevator but nothing other than that. It would make you suspicious, yes, but overall that isn't enough to draw conclusions.

His eyes trailed to the recreation room where the ones he had interacted with before, and Sasha, were located. Jocilyn and Xander were playing chess and the Russian was playing Solitaire from the looks of it. At least they weren't deprived of their rights to play. He then nodded at the guards posted there as a greeting and they replied with either a wave or a nod.

"Perhaps you'll find out more in the meeting. Maybe not." He shrugged. "Who knows, I'm just a guard anyway." He was free to make assumptions but in the end, he can't really do anything. Even if what the doctors were doing were illegal and inhumane, so were the things he did. And he still had to side with them given his job. That is, if the superiors decide to keep him in this asylum. If not, he was free to choose.

[Assistant]
"I had a friend from Paris," Sasha said, then paused. "I have no idea where he's at now, though." He shifted in his chair a little as he changed to subject. While he was actually talking to people, he may as well try and get some useful information.

"Have either of you ever noticed the boats that come and go from this island," He said, his voice slightly lowered. "I think they're just cargo ships, but they must have a set schedule." He didn't know why he was sharing this train of thought with two people he hardly knew, or trusted. Because it sure as hell sounded like he was planning some sort of escape. They could easily go squeal on him and get his ass burnt. Or maybe they had ideas too...

[User]
Thomas Greene

Nodding slowly, Dr. Greene clicked his tongue against his teeth. "We are going over a new schedule for patients and possibly talking about changing or adding in some new prescriptions for some of the more... Energetic patients. We will briefly go over a few security procedures, but it will all be included in the weekly updated newsletter," he added dryly. "So if you would like to go eat some dinner or finish your shift you can. This meeting is not required."

He clicked his pen inside his coat pocket and followed Kevin out the office door. "Nothing too over the top this time. We will be having our quarterly security meeting with all the guards in a week or two," he added over his shoulder as he headed down the hall to the conference room.

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Jocylin Redford

Nodding slowly, she leaned back in her chair and her eyes shifted from left to right, taking in which guards and nurses were present before they got caught noticing things they weren't supposed to notice. "I was only there for a short time," she said pointedly as two guards made their pass around the room, looking for anything out of the ordinary. Once they were out of earshot, she leaned forward and rested her elbows against the table.

"I think they do have a schedule, but it changes up every few months to try and throw us off. Mainly, I think they are carrying supplies to the island. I have a pretty good view of the dock from my room and I only ever see them being unloaded. I never see them loading the ships from the building," she added quietly, her eyes doing another sweep around the room before looking back at the Russian lounging on the couch beside them.

[Assistant] "Well if ya don't mind me coming i'd like to watch what ya got planned and stuff..." Kevin said shrugging and following beside Dr.Greene, Heading to and stopping in front of the door of the conference room waiting for everyone else to come in. Even though he would feel like a stranger since he is a guard and everyone is a doctor he was curious of what they would have planned for the wild patients.

[User]
Sasha watched the doorway that looked into the cafeteria. He could see one of the guard's eyes glaze over them as they spoke. It was the one with the dog. He didn't linger on them, however, which made Sasha feel a bit more at ease. The woman, Jocylin he thought her name was, replied to his offered statement rather quickly. He was glad he wasn't the only one who paid attention around here.

"You know, in the Ground Forces, they taught us to read stars. In case we ever got lost in the wilderness, we could find our location pretty accurately." The statement seemed out of the blue, but Sasha knew just where he was going with it. "Now that was years ago, and I haven't done much stargazing since then, but I thought maybe I could get back into it. I noticed an astrology book in the library last time I was there. It might be fun to do a little brushing up."

He pulled his left leg up to rest on his right knee, looking pretty damn comfortable. Deep down, it felt good to be making schemes again. This kind of talk reminded him of the long nights spent with his men, formulating attack strategies and mission plans. That had always been his favorite part; it was like putting together a very interesting puzzle. All that was missing was the copious amounts of booze and it was the good ol' days all over again.


[System]
Age: 18

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Weapon: Fists. Send help.

Crow's Beak: Crow's Beak is, at its core, an alternative form of the ubiquitous poleaxe-- a Lucerne Hammer. Also known as a Bec de Corbin (from which the moniker 'Crow's Beak' has been derived), this weapon is characterized by the four-pronged hammer at its head, curved spike upon the opposite side (the eponymous "beak"), and an even longer spike that extends from the top of the haft.

In the case of Crow's Beak, the shaft of the weapon is long and sturdy, extending well above his head at six feet even. Rather than one solid unit, though, the bottom half twists off into a semi-automatic shotgun, providing Luke with some now sorely needed ranged offense, whist the top half simply maintains its original function as a slightly long-handled warhammer. Finally, the aforementioned, sole piece of carryover his original weapon comes in the form of that topmost spike, now a thin yet sturdy coil of steel that retains the stabbing capabilities of the classical design whilst gaining an additional boring (as in the ability to bore through something) utility, in case sturdy armor should be encountered that he cannot simply smash, shoot, or stab through.

Specialty: Close-Quarters Combat, with a focus on all aspects of unarmed fighting as well as simply outlasting opponents through sheer guts and an advantageous semblance. Not a tank so much as a sponge, and not the tip of the spear so much as the glue keeping everything else in one piece. Soon to begin working on middling and longer ranges.

Semblance: Healing Blood: Rather than focusing primarily on the defensive, shield-like capabilities that most Auric individuals come to take almost for granted, Luke's semblance causes it to take an almost entirely different route when dealing with physical trauma— rather than outright absorption and nullification, his aura instead fuels massively overdriven levels of healing. In essence, rather than stack up defenses, Luke's method of survival is always being able to get back up for more after something flays him alive. While still tougher than a normal human by leaps and bounds, you're more likely to see him spilling blood than any other Hunter. This is, in actuality, not quite a bad thing— that same aura-charged blood, when in contact with another's wounds, will impart similarly accelerated restorative effects until it evaporates. In a way, it befits him: To be knocked down seven times means you must stand up eight, and to help others means you must be willing to invite harm upon yourself.

Personality: Luke is a person that can be described, plainly put, as "selfless to a fault". Driven by a deep-seated sense of justice and desire to become a hero, all it usually takes for him to want to step in and help someone is a moment of weakness, or the sign of someone being in need— something he often denigrates as him just being nosy and incapable of leaving well enough alone when he takes issue with something. That same sense of self-deprecation colors a good portion of his self-esteem; he has pride like any other guy, and will stand up for himself if under what he deems as undeserved attack, but his admiration for those he is surrounded by far outweighs that which he holds for himself. Prone to monologuing in his own head, he is a natural conversationalist even in spite of his status as a "recovering pariah", equally capable in the roles of both straight man and wise guy. This is why, to some, he may seem like a simply good-natured, friendly young man with a keen ability to laugh at himself— rather than the fairly melancholic and snarky, if permissive fellow lying beneath the surface. In some ways he's a walking contradiction, being silly and sober in the same breath— just as he values and preaches safety overmuch for someone almost suicidally willing to rush into danger for the sake of another. Too smart to ignore his faults and too dense to acknowledge his virtues, "selfless" really does fit the bill— for the value he places upon himself can be practically nonexistent.

Color: Black Hole

Emblem:

Appearance:

A bit on the short side, at 5'7. Athletic physique, as is the standard for those putting themselves through the type of physical training necessary to even think of becoming a hunter, if on the slimmer side of things. Interestingly, that little hair-antenna seems to be some form of indicator of his emotional state, easily as expressive as the rest of him, gray eyes included. Tends to like hoodies, sneakers, and jeans or khakis whenever not in uniform. Hailing from a town in the mountains near the northern tip of Vale as he does, even the long days spent outdoors hiking and training in preparation for his enrollment at the academy haven't done much to change his medium complexion, and his relatively long and straight black hair makes for good insulation in the wintertime.

[User]
Sepia knew she was supposed to be in class doing...something. Well, I guess it can't be that important. I'd remember it for sure if it was! she thought cheerfully. Anyway, scoping out dorms was wayyyy more fun. She giggled to herself, excited at the thought of actually knowing where things were for once.

Suddenly, her ears pricked up. Is someone yelling? Why in... She activated her semblance, tentatively stretching it outwards. People tended to get irritated if she accidently spied on them, so she tried to make a one way connection temporarily.

Homing in on mind that seemed resting but still somewhat troubled, she sent out a message. "Hey, are you okay? I thought I heard something."

[Assistant]
Kuhaku Shiro - Team SASG's Dorm

Shiro's eyes snapped open as he woke with a start, sharply gasping. Still bleary-eyed and groggy from the medication, he sat up and put a hand on his head."Ugh." Back up against the sink counter, he rubbed at the corners of his eyes and looked around to regain his bearings. Scoot sat curled in a ball asleep next to him. His weapons lay still in their combined transport mode. Looking at the clock he tried to recall the exact time he had fallen unconscious. He wasn't asleep for long, though his body ached like it had been in a coma for an eternity. Gradually, his body and mind approached full wakefulness.

Quietly muttering to himself so as to not wake Scoot,
"I was out for a few minutes? Gosh, I feel like I'd woken from the dead.."
Smacking his lips, his mouth dry, Shiro then froze up.
"...W-wait."
That's right, a voice he heard was the culprit responsible for his interrupted 'nap'.

Cold fear growing within his heart, his senses went on high alert. The voice he had heard was clear as day, as if it were holding a conversation in the very same bathroom he sat in. Dryly swallowing, his eyes scanned the bathroom in its entirety to ensure that he was alone save for Scoot. No one else was present and there was nowhere else anyone could hide. But, he was certain he had heard a voice talking to him. He wasn't going crazy, right? He is still sane. The medication works. His attack should've passed, the episode should've been over by this point. He shouldn't be hearing any more voices. Looking back at the sleeping Scoot, it couldn't have been his ferret friend. The voice that spoke to him was female sounding and actually stringed together a complete sentence.

Looking at the slightly ajar bathroom door, Shiro crept up to its side and pressed a silver/white tiger ear against it. Blinking as he waited for a few tense moments, he heard nothing in the adjacent main room. Peering through the open crack of the bathroom door, his golden eyes strained to see if anyone was in his team's dorm. Again, he saw nothing. A bead of cold sweat rolled down the side of his face as he carefully opened the door. Cursing to himself as its hinges and joints creaked noisily.

"Shit! What am I doing?"
He was braver than this.
Or so he thought.
Getting angry with himself, he grabbed the door and swung it wide open with a loud crash.
This wasn't some horror movie and he is not some actor that was only meant to serve as fodder.
Regardless, he still shut his eyes tight as he braced for some terrible thing to happen.
But nothing did.
Opening his eyes, he crossed the threshold and stood in the center of his empty dorm room.
Turning around a full 360 degrees as he did a quick eye sweep, he stood alone.

His fear and apprehension only grew more and more with each passing minute. He was certain he heard a voice speaking to him! Swiftly moving to shut the door to the room, he pressed his back against it as his eyes continued their frantic search for something or someone that wasn't there. Clearing his throat, "Wh-who's there? Is there someone here with me? If there is, come out now! I'm not in the mood for any stupid games of hide and seek!" Breathing hard, he slid down into a sitting position and grabbed at his head with both hands. White hair sticking out in between his gloved fingers, he shut his eyes and could feel himself slipping away into another pit of despair.

He felt like crying.
"Why? Why does my Semblance do this to me?"
He sharply inhaled and tried his damnedest to fight back the pitiful tears.
"Why does this have to happen? I'm not losing my mind, am I? I'm not crazy! I'm not going nuts!"
Were the Shadows becoming invisible to him now too? How could something that no one else could see become invisible to the single person who could?

Going through his breathing exercises again, Scoot by this point had woken up and tentatively crawled up to his tiger Faunus friend.
"Friend?" the ferret asked in earnest concern.

[User]
Sepia sighed. Poor guy had it worse than she had originally thought. He seemed to be aggravated by physiological interference, which she couldn't really blame anyone for, but his case was still exceptionally bad.

Cautiously, she raised her hand and rapped lightly on the dorm door.

"I'm right outside the door. I didn't mean to scare you..." she apologized. "but I thought you might be in trouble."

[Assistant]
Kuhaku Shiro

Knock-knock. Shiro's mind blanked as he grew rigid. "That was definitely a knock at the door." For a split second, the knock startled him and had to fight the urge to bolt away from the door. But, the voice that spoke to him from the other side sounded familiar."Was that who spoke to me? But, she sounded so clear before." Getting to his feet, he pressed his ear against the door and sniffed softly. There was definitely someone there. "Phew. So, I did hear someone." He sniffled and wiped at his eyes, breathing a sigh of relief. He wasn't hallucinating, so that was good at least. However, he was still wary. Reaching for the door, he slowly opened it a crack and his golden eye peered through to see who it was. Indeed, someone stood on the other side. The girl looked vaguely familiar to him, as did her scent. "I shouldn't be a creep. Standing here sniffing and staring at her.."

"Oh, so that voice was yours? Is that your Semblance or something?" Maybe she shared similar abilities to Scoot, though with more focus and strength. "I-I'm fine though, thank you for your concern." he lied. He was still shaken up, and the drugs didn't help too much with taking the edge off. Not wanting to be rude and speak to her through a small opening in the door, he opened the dorm room door more. Opening it just enough for the two of them to clearly see one another. Now able to see who it was, he blinked and snapped his fingers. "Ah, hey! You're that gal who's in Practice class with me! You and your teammates recently went bowling with me and a buncha other friends, right?" He grinned as he scratched the back of his head. "We haven't really had the chance to meet, have we? I'm Kuhaku Shiro, and...I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name? Heh...Sorry, I have a terrible memory." Scratching at his ears, he looked up as he searched his memories for any sort of name. Oddly enough, his distraught mood had all but disappeared though he still stood in the doorway to prevent the girl from seeing his team's mess of a room. Most of the mess being his fault, but he wasn't going to mention that to her. Bracing a hand against the door frame, he still felt a little woozy from the medication and had to remember to take it easy. A curious Scoot poked his head around the open door to see who it was.

[User]
Luke Schwarz -- Observations

...

That certainly didn't look too good.

Even under times of duress, Luke Schwarz was known for his insightful commentary and deep, introspective internal monologues, and today was certainly no different. His head had even finished leaking, so he should definitely have been back up to par. Shiro running off was the perfect oppurtunity to, so to speak, "wake up" from the zoned-out haze he'd let himself slip into roughly after Cian's battle with Miss Mindaro-- one where he all but had to root for his teammate, despite being in what seemed like good standing from the Mistralese Huntress.

Really, the way the matchup had played out, he probably would have rooted for the poor gunslinger even if he'd known neither of them.

...Where was I?

Right, right.

Kuhaku.


[System]
Age: 17
Class: Junior
Hometown: Ottawa, KS
New here?: Yup
Appearance:
Favorite class: History
GPA: 2.0
Personality: Xander is for lack of better words, a slacker. He's more of a go with the flow kind of guy, not taking much of anything seriously. His dream is to be a guitarist, for what exactly doesn't really concern him. His parents are divorced and his mother is nowhere to be found. Xander has...commitment issues. He looks like his mother so his father is pretty bitter towards him, though Xander never holds it against him.
He mostly avoids his father.

Xander spends most of his time aimlessly roaming about, even in school. He enjoy's anything that takes further from reality, music, drinking, sleeping, reading, but not quite to the point of drugs yet. He's not much for movies though, as they don't hold his attention for very long. However he does hold a part-time job as a waiter.

History
In his earlier years Xander was pretty close to his parents especially his mom. It hit him pretty hard when his father told him they weren't going to be together anymore. His father had never told him, but he had overheard stories about an affair. Few about a year his mom did come to visitations, but after awhile she came less and less often. Eventually he realized she had abandoned them. Xander and his father never really mentioned her again. Nowadays His father won't even look at him, Xander has his mother's eyes and her hair, and even her laugh.

After that he spent most of his time goofing off with his friends. Often Xander would sleep at the park or at a friends, just so he wouldn't have to go home. He and his friends had a don't ask don't tell kind of relationship, and that's how he liked it. After a while of financial troubles his dad ( who was in fact a nurse) got a job offer in new york. He decided he had had enough of their house, that was not only full of bad memories, but also falling apart and moved. They now live in a two bedroom apartment together.

[User]
" Excuse mee~ PSST~ pretty girl with the purple hair~ I like the color on you ... looks nice."

Mia turned around to find one of her classmates leaned over her desk, trying to catch her attention. The thing that stood out most about the other teenager was her big brown doe eyes. 'Like Bambi,' Mia thought to herself, before shaking her head to clear the thought away. "Thank you," she answered the other with a small grin. "It got a lot more attention than I thought it would," she continued honestly, before wiping her hand on her blue jeans and sticking it out for a hand shake. "I'm Mia. What's you--,"

" Uh, I'm sorry I'm so late, I'm just new to the school, new to the city. New to the whole country I suppose…" laughed a curly headed newcomer. He had a British accent, which instantly peaked Mia's interest. The small teen wondered if he knew any other languages, since he had lived so close to countries like France, Germany, and Italy. "Is there something you need to do, 'cause I'm late, or do I just sit down? Is there somewhere you want me to sit, or do I just sit anywhere? Sorry, unsure how this whole thing works," The boy asked, his eyes scanning the room quickly. When his eyes landed on her, she gave him a quick wave with her already raised hand and moved her chin in the direction of the vacant seat in front of her that was adjacent to the ginger boy playing games on his laptop.

"Sorry," she murmured quietly, turning her gaze back to the other girl. "I'm Mia. What's your name?"

[Assistant]
Dollie@OfficerHeadbutt

 Darlene pulled her ear bud out of one of her ears as she took notice to the British accent that filled the silent ass room and chuckled to herself  " Hey man~" She said as she looked him over and shook her head before realizing the girl with the purple hair was introducing herself. She smiled and leaned back over as she shook her hand  " My names Darlene~ So Mia with the purple hair aye? You're so far the only white chick I've seen pull off a full head of purple and not have the dyed scalp too haha~ I mean, purple is a majestic color and only the ones who think you look as great as I think you do are gonna stare at you honey ... you do have a head full of purple after all" She pulled her hand away in the middle of her conversation and grinned. She then reverted her attention back at the British dude and thought he was pretty loud guy, once or if he sat down in front of Mia she'd wave and introduce herself" So, what's you're name? I'm Darlene by the way" She pushed her wavy curls out of her face and behind her ears and got more comfortable in her seat.

Looking down at her phone she paused her music and took the other ea bud out and placed her things on the upper right of her desk. She hadn't thought about making anymore friends since she was pretty set on that but, these two were probably gonna be an exciting new bunch of people to consider being friends too. She straightened her shirt out and looked at them both now, trying to keep a decent conversation going till the teacher instructed them to do something else.

[User]
Abe stared around the room as the students scribbled, taking in the ones that seemed bothered, as well as the ones that seemed enthusiastic. Most students usually responded quite well to this assignment, as it gave them a chance to tell things about themselves. It gave them a chance to freely BE themselves.

As the rather british boy walked into the classroom, Abe smiled, waving his hand toward the seats in front of him, "Just take a seat. We're doing a small, short assignment to try and break up some of the comfort in the class room. The key to successfully learning, in such a large group of students, is learning more about those students. Don't be afraid to ask a neighbor for help.", he explained to him.

As he finished his explanation, he noticed that a few of the students weren't as excited about the assignment, which he was used to. One, in particular seemed grumbly about the assignment (Alexander), causing Abe's eyes to soften as he reached forward and snatched his paper from his desk, "I promise I'm not going to use your answers for any super spy activities, or mind games. It's simply an exercise."

As he slowly made his way down the isles, he took in a few features of some of the students, as well as the way they sat, held their hands, their nervous ticks, and simply the way their eyes stared at their paper. His experience told him a lot about people, from simple body language. As he approached the girl with the purple hair, he smiled, taking her paper, "Nice hair. It reminds me of the 80's. I bet you would have loved that era…or at least fit in nicely.", another girl chimed in about her hair, and he pointed, as if to accentuate what he was saying, and took her paper as well, "And make sure you keep at least one earbud out. You need an ear to hear."

He tapped the edge of her desk briskly, and kept moving toward the back. He reached the two 'lovebirds', as he would have assumed, and placed a hand on his hip staring down at Ember.

She quickly scribbled her answers down, rolling her eyes at how persistent he was being - as if he cared about them at all, and then folded her paper and held it up, between two fingers. Hayden quickly held his up, behind her, his smooth smile playing across his face.

"What's your name?", Abe asked Hayden, taking in the beautiful writing scrolled across the paper.

"I'm Hayden, sir. I'm pretty new…second semester here."

"Ah. Well…nice handwriting, Hayden. Turn around in your seat, please.", the last part of his sentence was directed at Ember, as he slapped the papers against her knee, and she reluctantly turned around in her seat, crossing her arms over her chest.

He continued making his way around, noticing both the student with the computer, and another who looked rather exhausted. He wondered if this tired student needed some coffee, or perhaps something interesting to wake him up. English Lit was a hard subject to wake people up with, especially this generation. Casting his eyes down at the floor, he moved on to the student with the computer, and tapped the side of it with the papers, "What game is that? I used to play games during classes in college. I learned pretty quickly that was a bad idea. I won't ask you not to, but I won't give breaks on tests for poor note taking, either. Just remember that, alright?"

And finally, he reached the front of the room, where he noticed a girl sitting rather refined. She seemed like a scholar, causing him to smirk. He picked up her paper, and having all of them in his hand, leaned against his desk in front of her, giving her a knowing smile. Turning away from this student, he held up the papers, and smiled.

"Welcome to the new year. That wasn't so bad, was it? Well…here's the bad news. Your answers are about to determine who your partners are going to be for the rest of this semester. This exercise is not meant to torture you, demean you, or anything of the sort. It's meant to bring you all together. It's to create an environment where EVERYONE can learn, and not just a certain, entitled group. So, the colors, are the colors of the groups. Some may be smaller than others, and some may be larger. If there's an odd man out, we will fill in spaces. Sound good? Alright. Let's get started."

"Shit, what did you put?", Ember turned, asking Hayden.

"I put Blue…you know my favorite color is blue."

"I put Purple…", she said with a long groan, "We're not going to be together!"

"For the Green Group…and since not many of you wrote your name on your paper, I am going to go by the order I picked them up. Greens are Alexander and Kellie. Blues are Xander and Hayden. Purples are Mia, Jack, and Ember. And our lone red is Darlene. So, why don't you…", he explained, pointing to the student who was late, "be with the red group. Throw the Red and purple together, and the blue and green together, and we have our groups."

He stopped to let it all sink in, hoping that the friends of the class didn't take it too hard. He couldn't exactly promise them they would love this idea, but he was sure they would learn. That's what he was here for.

(NPC's can be sort of dispersed throughout the groups as you see fit. I didn't say anything about them, because it's your choice what color they would choose.)

[Assistant]
Nathan took a seat down at a chair, directly in front of the girl with purple hair. He had seen her, waving at him as he had been speaking. She seemed friendly enough. He sat down, and as the teacher passed by him to go to the back of the class he turned his seat sideways, and turned his seat sideways to the right, and turned his head to the right as well so that he was looking to the back of the class.

" So, what's you're name? I'm Darlene by the way" the girl sat next to the purple haired girl, the one who was either mixed race or just light skinned asked him.
" Darlene? That's a nice name. Can't say it's a name I've ever heard before. I'm Nathan, nice to meet you." He said, smiling back at Darlene. " And what's your name then? Or can I just call you Barney the dinosaur?" He said as he turned his head to the other girl, making an obvious joke about her purple hair. He quickly regretted it as he didn't want her to feel insulted.

" I'm sorry, please don't take that the wrong way. I only meant it as a joke. It looks really nice. Very unique." He said, in an attempt to pull his foot out of his mouth. Nathan was a joker at heart, but he didn't know these people yet, and he had no idea what they would or wouldn't take offence at.

[User]
"So Mia with the purple hair aye? You're so far the only white chick I've seen pull off a full head of purple and not have the dyed scalp too haha~"

Mia laughed at Darlene's statement before admitting, "Oh no ma'am, I totally dyed my scalp the first time. I had to scrub it in the shower for forty five minutes. I'm not that talented." The new boy came over and sat down, and Mia sat back to watch as Darlene introduced herself.

The British boy introduced himself as Nathan, before turning to Mia and asking, "And what's your name then? Or can I just call you Barney the dinosaur?" Mia bit her bottom lip to stop a smirk from forming and quirked an eyebrow as the other teen obviously tried to back pedal. "I'm sorry, please don't take that the wrong way. I only meant it as a joke. It looks really nice. Very unique."

"It's fine. It was actually a pretty good joke," the purple haired girl admitted. "Wasn't very British of you though. What would the queen say about your manners?" Mia joked, giving Nathan a playful wink before adding,"I'm Mia." Mr. Buckner chose that moment to come by a take up their assignments, pausing to compliment her hair as he did so. Mia blushed a little at that and coughed, trying to refocus on the ice breaker. The teacher informed them that their colors dictated who they would be working with, and then split them up into groups. Her group included Jack, Ember, and Darlene. "So, should we move around so we're sitting next to the people in our color groups?" Mia asked Darlene and Nathan, before shooting a glance at the girl named Ember. She seemed very upset about having to move away from her boyfriend.

[Assistant]
Xander looked around for his new group-mates. He really didn't know what to think about Hayden. Xander wasn't really sure if he was the violent kinda person, or maybe a party-er. He didn't want to make any assumptions, so he just gave him an acknowledgement nod. Kellie well...he wasn't really sure they were going to get along. She seemed pretty serious about class, and Xander wasn't sure he could be serious about anything. Can't win them all right? She was hot though, so that's always a plus. Alex though man, he seemed like he'd be cool to just chill out with. Hey maybe later they could go wander around, that's always a good time.

 He extended his hand towards Alex and said "Hey Broham, what's up?" Xander was hoping to get the whole awkward introduction thing over with. Hey, maybe they could all hang out and just have fun together. Who knows maybe they all go out and party after school. He looked over at Hayden. He had some pretty freaking cool tattoos. Xander was also hopeing they wouldn't have some weird group project thing to do later. I hate group projects, people always trying to get me to do things...fucking annoying. Of course if the teacher was going to bother doing this, there was probably no avoiding it.


[System]
K E N I C H I

"Sometimes givin' someone a second chance is like lettin' 'em twist the knife after they've stabbed you."

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Appearance

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Casual:
When not in uniform, Kenichi favors shirts with short or no sleeves, jackets or vests with hoods, and shorts. He likes to wear plain colors or simplistic designs, and doesn't accessorize much. His shoes were probably pretty trendy at one point, but he's worn them out to the point that the colors are fading and the soles have been worn nearly smooth. Kenichi's body isn't super built or anything because of his age, but he's definitely got more tone and strength going on than the average fourteen year old, even one with superpowers.

Costume:
Kenichi's hero costume is a simple, reinforced black body suit with white lines running here and there like jagged electronic circuitry. He doesn't wear a helmet or a mask, but does wear a set of gauntlets and boots that serve as much to enhance the power of his strikes as they do to protect him.

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Details

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Gender:
Male
Age:
14
Height:
5 feet, 4 inches
Weight:
130 pounds

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Personality

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Kenichi comes off as a delinquent on the first impression; he's loud, he's rough, and generally kind of intimidating. He's most certainly hot-blooded. But, as long as there's no bad blood or misunderstandings, he's actually quite the friendly sort--he tries to encourage those around him to do their best, and is quick to offer a helping hand.

However, he holds long grudges, and once he's decided on a course of action he can be stubborn to a fault. He won't fight at the drop of a hat, but once he gets started it's going to take some doing to make him stop. His anger is explosive, and he's the type to go to sleep stewing over something and wake up the next day just as hot under the collar as he was when it started.

Kenichi's core belief is that, for Good to always win over Evil, Good cannot afford to be Nice. In his opinion, the world would be a lot better off if they just got rid of Villains instead of setting them up with three hots and a cot on the taxpayers' dime. Kenichi won't take the law into his own hands--at least not to an extreme degree--but he has no patience for "talking them down" or showing mercy.

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Background

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Kenichi's mother is a traditional housewife who chose family over a career. His father is a reporter and photographer who has traveled around the world...or at least, he used to be. During a violent insurgency in a third world country, Kenichi's father was injured in an attack by the terrorists. He survived and made it back home, but his career was effectively over because of his health, and now he writes from a desk at home. Kenichi was very young at the time this happened--but the day they received that phone call, and the images his father brought back, are burned into his mind forever.

Ever since, Kenichi has had a rather extreme opinion of the world. He had only ever considered Hero work in the same capacity all kids do, with admiration for his favorites and the excitement of their battles against Villains. But now he seriously wanted to be one--not for the money, or the fame, or even just to do the right thing. Well, he did want to do the right thing...But what difference did it really make if you protected people? You could stand there and be a shield, last as long as you could...or you could be the sword that cuts off the problem at its roots, so that no one will ever dare raise their hands against an innocent bystander ever again. An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure.

He started working out, and training with his Quirk. He studied hard, especially since academics didn't come very easily to him, and he did tons of research on the Hero schools and what they required. He couldn't get into Yuuei/UA because of a bad performance on the written exam, but was able to cram just in time to pull his score up for Komei. What was better, he actually managed a high enough score to be considered "middle of the pack," instead of just barely scraping by. He hopes that once things really get started, he can push himself all the way to the top!

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Abilities

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Quirk:
Hyper Ventilation: This is a Mutant type Quirk that primarily effects the user's respiratory and cardiovascular systems. The user can inhale, exhale, hold, and somewhat filter absolutely enormous quantities of air through the simple act of sucking it in or blowing it out. At first glance it seems more like a "breath weapon," creating pulling vacuums or pressurized superbreath, however there is another aspect to it. When inhaling, the user's blood, muscular tissues, and so forth become extremely oxygen rich. They will produce more red blood cells, flush lactic acid more efficiently, and so forth. This has an effect similar to blood doping in athletes, only multiplied many times over--as long as the user has a steady supply of breathable air, they can make themselves superhumanly strong and fast, and they can go for long periods of time without tiring out much like a long-distance runner. However, their increased endurance is not the same as durability--they are not any tougher, nor any more resistant to bullets or blades or what have you. Obviously, air that isn't very clean or is low in oxygen can reduce the effectiveness of this power or expose the user to greater risk of ill effects. Changes in atmospheric pressure have a much greater effect on the user of this Quirk, and while the user can hold their breath for nearly ten minutes at a time, if their air supply is cut off before they can actually take a breath they will succumb even more quickly than normal humans due to their increased reliance on oxygen. The user must be careful of their surroundings, as during a powerful inhalation certain objects might be sucked in and choke them. Also, despite the entire purpose of the power being to have super breathing capability, the user must also beware of too much air--if the amounts of oxygen and carbon dioxide aren't being exchanged properly, the user might suffer from oxygen toxicity or other such things. Finally, this exponentially greater amount of oxygen is stored in the lungs under pressure--it doesn't make the user inflate or expand their chest or anything else. Thus, heavy blows to the diaphragm or injuries to the lungs are intensely dangerous.

Talents:
Kenichi is an excellent fighter, despite having no real martial arts training. It's mostly due to his physical abilities and raw instincts, along with more experience than is probably appropriate for a student.

In line with the above, Kenichi has an aptitude for learning most physical skills, and can sometimes pick things up by sight alone. He's not some prodigy or anything, just naturally better at hands-on activities than at book-learning.

Stats:
Power - B
Speed - B
Technique - D
Intelligence - D
Cooperativeness - C

[User]
Mamoru Aksha

"Toni huh? I'm Mamoru! I like your hair too, it's cute. Are you from abroad?" Mamoru had never met a foreigner before, though plenty of girls who pretend to be. This girl seemed flashy, so no doubt her quirk was equally flashy. For a moment it made Mamoru a bit depressed knowing that her quirk is rather boring, but she quickly forgot about that to keep chatting with Tori.

"I know right? I mean I won't mind if they take it easy once in awhile, but making just coming to school a bit interesting can be fun too. So hey, how did you get pass the security?" As one of the first students to have arrived Mamoru didn't know about the other obstacles that were in the left and right wing. Her muscle-headed determination allowed her to just break through the center with only a minimal amount of trouble. "Sarge was the only one who stood a chance against me, the other two were awestruck when they saw me blitz past him. Btoom! Right underneath his nose." Mamoru made a noise and shot her hand out to emphasize her speed.

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Donny Yang

Donny seemed quite interested seeing Acion let his wings out. Not just one pair, but six individual wings. The seraphim allusion was apparent. Donny actually remembered reading about another hero who's quirk gave him wings, but very little else. A lot of people mistook him for an angel and expected him to preform miracles for them when all he could really do was fly. It made Donny ponder if Acion ever ran into moments like that, and what with his religious zeal, if Acion would live up to other people's expectations about who he is based on what he looked like.

"Now now Donny boy, not everything has to do with you. You need to stop comparing yourselves with others if you want to be able to stand for yourself."

After showing off his wings Acion offered to explain his quirk. Nodding his head Donny considered the full description, but not only was it nearly time for class to begin but he didn't feel it was far for Acion to tell Donny all his powers when Donny isn't going to tell Acion all of his. So he just smiled at the winged hero. "Class is about to begin. So how about a summary?"

[Assistant]
Sen Kimoto
Interacting with - Kenichi @Zeroth

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Komei Academy was alive with activity and Class 1-A was no exception. Frantic students pounded through the hallways, as the time clicked down towards their failure. Sen was glad he had made it with time to spare, though if they were going to be continually tested today, he hoped he would at least get his superhero suit. As much as he hated to admit it, there were a limited amount of uses for his quirk without the aid of his suit or his own intelligence. He needed to keep his wits about him if he was to make it through his first day. Sen shifted his backpack from his back to rest on the leg of his desk, until a rather eccentric boy caught his attention.

It the was boy from earlier in the left wing, the one who had the flashy quirk. Sen's eyebrow raised in question as the blue-haired firecracker shot through the room, muttering to himself until he practically plowed over the seat in front of where Sen was sitting.

"THE MAIN CHARACTER SEAT IS MINE!"

The boy exclaimed with so much energy that a burst of laughter bubbled out of Sen's throat. The boy turned around so that he was facing Sen, who was surprised by the attention. The boy introduced himself as Kenichi Yoshida and then proceeded to ask about the details surrounding Sen's quirk. Midway through his barrage of questions he paused and let a massive sneeze out through the window closest to him and rubbed his nose while apologizing.

"Aha, don't worry about it. I'm Kimoto Sen by the way, it's nice to meet you. And yeah sorry about my quirk, it's mutant class so I can't turn it off, hence the mask." He said with a gesture to his face.

Sen shifted closer to Kenichi and lowered his voice, not keen on letting everyone know what his quirk did quite yet. Lowering his voice a few decibels, he continued.

"But yeah, the stuff you inhaled won't kill you. If you have taken in enough of it you would have become paralyzed for a couple of minutes, but that's about it."

Sen shrugged, he wished he had a cooler or flashier quirk, his was more of a nuisance most of the time.

"It's not flashy or cool but it gets the job done, ya know? What about you're quirk?"

Sen asked this with curiosity in his voice, eager to learn about everyone's quirk, Kenichi's quirk seemed dangerous too, definitely one to take note of.

"I saw you take off in the hallways and you were fast as fuck so I couldn't really keep up." He admitted somewhat reluctantly. Sen realized that if he couldn't even keep track of a person with that kind of speed how would he ever be able to defeat one? It's not like Kenichi was the only one out there with a quirk that made him fast. If Kenichi wasn't a complete idiot he could probably be a formidable hero one day. Sen on the other hand would have to work his ass off, and even then, it wasn't guaranteed.

[User]
K E N I C H I
Komei - Classroom
- Kenichi interacts directly.

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"Paralysis, that was what I thought." Kenichi nodded. The guy dismissed his own Quirk but asked about Kenichi's, and the bluenette looked off slightly to the side with a smirk as he thumbed his own nose--sort of like a certain game company's hedgehog mascot. "Being flashy and cool is my style, sure, but don't worry about it, man. With a Quirk like yours, the bad guy can't even fight. Might take some doin' to get 'em in range, or in an enclosed space, but once that gas takes effect it's over." When he got over himself a little, he turned back to Kimoto and started to explain his own Quirk.

"You know Monkey D. Luffy, from One Piece? And he has this move called Gear Second?" Kenichi held out one of his arms and rolled the sleeve up, revealing a normal, if well-toned and muscled limb. He turned his head slightly, so as to avoid a repeat with any leftovers of Kimoto's gas, and breathed in deep through his nose. The noise was lesser than it had been in the hallway, but it still sounded like...well, like a lot of air being sucked into something under high pressure. The desks nearest to them started to rattle a bit as the vacuum pulled at them. Kenichi stopped and held his breath, and a noticeable flush began to creep over his cheeks--not like an embarrassed blush, but like his whole body had changed complexion. The veins running down his arm had also gotten much more noticeable, almost like pink lightning bolts streaking through his skin.

"My Quirk is kinda like that, except instead of pumping blood super fast, I'm just breathing super hard. It's like what they call blood-doping, only multiplied." He breathed out, in a carefully controlled manner, but it still felt like someone had pushed the AC fan up a setting or two. The coloration over his body disappeared and he rolled his sleeve back down. "My lungs take in way more air and store it under pressure, and as I grew up my body got better at using it." He clenched a fist with a wild grin. "I could just blow villains away, literally, but I like punchin' 'em better."

More people were arriving, each just as interesting as the next--the world was a lot different than how it used to be, according to his parents, but especially here in a place made especially for them, there were so many Quirks that changed people in so many ways. From simple things like hair color to wings, metal armor, plants, even people who didn't seem entirely physical in their being.

"Whaddya think so far, Kimoto-kun? See anybody else besides me who seems like a real badass?" Kenichi grinned wolfishly again and leaned closer with a lowered voice. "Or any of these girls ya like? Blondes seem to be real trendy right now, yeah?" He waggled his eyebrows, then chuckled.


[System]
(Default form, can look however he wants.)
species: Metal Slime
abilities: Can shapeshift. 400lb cap on his form's final mass. Can increase it by eating things. Can change his appearance and physiolgoy (eg can give himself extra arms or tentacles or turn his fist into an iron mace.) Can harden himself to the level of steel or soften himself until he's like pudding. If wounded he can stick himself back together. He can even break off parts of himself to use as weapons. The only way to kill him is to destroy his "core," a hard, spherical stone about the size of a golf ball. He can keep his core in any part of his body, or even remove it, though he loses control of himself if he's more than 200 feet away from it. He's not particularly fast, but is very strong, even for a supernatural creature.
In terms of skills Mammon is an excellent melee combatant, in particular favoring using whatever weapons he grows himself.
title: Slime Prince (The Slime King is dead but nobody has returned to the now-occupied castle to reclaim the slime throne.)
bio(optional)
other: The Dark Shadow King's nephew.

[User]
starter post:
The clouds are dark and looming overhead. The moon is brightly lit behind them. This night was the most chilling of nights, as the shadow king had committed a great crime against some of his own citizens, the families of those who he feared due to the great desire for power that he carried. The wind howled. There was a chill in the air.

Those who survived the attack from his assassins made their escape from the capital. They made their way to the woods outside the capital, in the deepest part where the soldiers and such dared not enter. They would be safe there. They would get together and plot against the shadow king. They would make sure that the princess, and rightful successor, assumed the throne.

Her brother had killed their parents just so that he could be king, and he tried to kill her to. Her main desire is to remove him from power and see that justice was served.

The story is about to begin.....

[Assistant]
Mammon cautiously walked through the forest. He'd used his powers to disguise himself. He had taken the form of a tall young man, with dark skin, red eyes, and longish black hair. He looked up at the sky.

"It's going to get dark soon. Do you think we should set up camp?" He asked the others.

[User] Vampora: is jumping from tree to tree hunting as she looks around below her she sees Mammon and his crew setting up camp, she just watches trying to identify who they are. as she tryes to get a better look at Mammon she slips and falls right in front of him. "owwww why do it do this to my self.

[Assistant]
Margaret Rose was growing ever tired. She was also quite cold and hungry. The group had been traveling for quite some time now. There was rumor of a mansion deep within the deepest part of the woods in which they currently resided. They could make their home there until they could come up with a plan. Their princess was the rightful heir. Her brother had tried to kill her! 'They would make him pay, and make sure their kingdom had its' true ruler to lead them', Margaret thought. Margaret sighed and looked at Mammon. She shrugged a bit.
"We probably should. It may be another day or two before we reach the old mansion."She told him. She took a breath. Her stomach growled. She looked up at the sky, at the setting sun and she knew that she would see the moon soon. She missed her family, her friends, and her home. The so called king had taken them all away. Her anger made her blood boil at that thought.

[User]
Mammon quickened his pace just a little, drawing close to Margartet. "Don't look, but someone is following us." Then Vampora fell, and quick as a whip he raised his hand, forming it into a massive blade. Then, he gazed down at her.

"Oh, it's you." He said, the blade forming back into a hand. He had met Vampora before, but didn't know her very well. "I thought it was another assassin. Are you just a stalker?" He asked, shaping himself into his default form. He was still tall, but with paler skin, his black hair messy in a cute way. His body was lean, but covered in lean, sleek muscle. He kneeled down beside her, offering to help her up as he gazed down at her with his ruby-red eyes.

[Assistant] "no i was hunting" she looked at at everyone and sighed "come one ill let some of you stay in my home" she lives in the old mansion "she looked at Margret and pulled out a horse blanket and some food for her. "here sweet pea" she smiles at her.

[User]
Margaret let out a gasp when she saw what happened. She had long since stopped in her tracks. She was ready to charge. However, she saw that mammon soon had it under control. She stood there and watched. But, she was on her guard. She didn't quite trust the stranger at all. She narrowed her eyes a bit. She frowned as well.
"Who are you?"
Her voice was showing how she felt. She was not very happy at the moment, not at all. She was hesitant. She took a couple steps back, aware from the woman. She gave her knee jerk, go to, reaction.
"I am not some mule!"

[Assistant] "Relax. She's another noble." Mammon said, resting a hand on Margaret's horse back. "Look, she has some oats. You like oats, right? And I'll finally be able to take a bath." Mammon said. He paused for a moment. "Were you just carrying those around while hunting?" He asked.

[User]
Margaret gasped. She smacked his hand away. She was angry now. She backed away from him.
"Who do you think you are?!"
She reared back and stomped once.
" 'would I like some oats?' How dare you?! I am a centaur! I am not some horse!"
She turned her back on them both. Margaret had taken offense to that. She was glaring before she turned around. She had her arms crossed as well.

[Assistant] she looks at him and smiles "that is difficult to explain" she turns around and walks away "Follow me plz!" she continues to walk and soon comes to her home, it has a little garden with carrots and other fruits and veggies and herbs and spices. "help yourself they grow really fast."

[User]
"I'm going." Mamon shrugged, following Vampora. He didn't care much if the others went with him or not. He wanted his mother to take her rightful place on the throne, and more importantly, get revenge on the man who had tried to kill him.

"That's quite the garden, but I'm afraid I'm mostly a carnivore." Mammon said, kneeling slightly to look at the plants.

[Assistant] vampora looks at him "i have a fully stoked fridge, dont ask." she leads him into her house and grabs some meat out of the fridge, and grabs some deer meat giving to him. "here eat up." she grabs some glasses and give him some water.

[User] "Um, thanks, but I'm not particularly hungry right now." He said, having killed and eaten a bear a few hours ago. He was a little bewildered with the vampire woman's hospitality. He took a seat on the couch, sipping the water. "Did you have assassins after you as well?" He asked Vampora.

[Assistant] Margaret huffed. She followed along, quietly. She did not say a word the entire time. She mainly stayed outside the mansion for a while upon there arrival. She nearly fell asleep while standing up. However, her stomach growled again. The female centaur let out a sigh. She hated feeling tired and hungry like that. But, her pride would not let her partake in anything that was offered to her. She was being quite stubborn in this.

[User]
Mammon looked out the window and spotted the horse girl lingering outside. "Gimme a sec." He said, putting the glass of water down on a coaster and pulling himself up. The front door opened.

"Margaret, get inside. You'll attract the people trying to murder us." He said, though secretly he didn't want her to get eaten by a wolf or something.


[System]
Age: 19

Gender: Female

Appearance: Onyx has black hair and green cat eyes. The skin of her entire body is covered in short, soft cheetah-patterned fur, except her wings and face. She is missing her left ear and has a scar on her left cheek from a fight she was in a while back. Her wings are like the wings of a brown hawk, and her wingspan is twice her arm span. She usually wears a shawl so that her wings are hidden unless she is flying.

Equipment: 3 or 4 small knives (and other tools), a pair of restored Twin Pistols, and a basic med-pack.

Physical Abilities: Flight, 6th sence(hunting/tracking), Speed & Agility, Stealth.

Background: Onyx's species, the Elissics, live in the mountains and old cities found there. They could be categorized as a frightening predator and enemy to all creatures, as they have barely any ability to distinguish one race of creature from another from the air, and there's barely any escape once they swoop down on their prey. They are not a particularly smart race, they can't understand old human language and can just barely manage to put back together the few relics they find from humans. They can only make crude weaponry, and are fairly simple with the other things they make as well. Their society is broken up into many nomadic tribes across the region, each having their own unique color of wings, and they have no unified head of power, so they will often fight with each other when the different tribes meet.

Onyx herself is a bit different from the others in her tribe… she likes to be alone, rather than hunting in a group, and will keep trying towards her goal until she figures out how to get there. Instead of trying to fly over the tallest mountain and tiring herself out, possibly even getting sick, she'll look for the shortest path around. She's better with strategy and quick moves than drawn-out fights and trying to compensate for a group. Because of this, she is sort of left out of everything, and she doesn't care because she doesn't want to have to feel like she can't say what's on her mind. She is often given solo missions that really don't make much difference around the tribe, and whenever she's not on a mission will fly in random patterns around the mountains, usually ending up at a large lake (or small sea) where she likes to fish using an old net she had found nearby the first time she had gone there. Onyx, just like the rest of the Elissics, doesn't worry much about the state of the world or how it got that way. They all live completely in the moment.

[User]
Onyx was slightly relieved that Tarentek had not insisted on going with her on the deliveries. They did not take too long, So when she got back to her den Onyx was surprised to find Tarentek cooking.

"Of all the places you could have snooped around in here, you choose the kitchen? I must say though, that smells good." Onyx sniffed the air. She had no idea what it was he was making, so she went over and started watching him to try and guess.

"Oh! This looks like what you described earlier! Or at least, something like I had imagined when you had told me." Onyx couldn't keep the excitement from her voice when she spoke.

[Assistant]
The meal was nearing completion by the time Onyx returned. He might have finished sooner if it had not taken him so long to find something he could use to grind up the meat. It was the one thing he needed which he could not locate by scent, so he had to guess at where he could find it.

Hearing Onyx's surprise caused Tarentek to smile as he turned to look at her. "Not exactly, but it is similar. I though I would do something to give at least a bit back for the kindnesses you've done for me. I did not have everything I needed for the right kind of bread, but as long as there is flour and water, I can make flatbread. I'm making two personal meat pies for each of us, each with ground mutton, melted cheese, and a combination of spices you had on hand. It is fairly simple, though I did also add some spices to the bread as well, which should give it a bit more character. It is something my uncle taught me. It is all almost ready, I'm just waiting on the mutton to finish cooking, which shouldn't be more than a few minutes."

[User] "Ok. Do you need help finding any dishes or utensils?" Onyx wondered at what he had said for a moment, and spoke another question. "Your, uncle? I am unfamiliar with this term."

[Assistant]
"Oh, he is my father's brother." Tarentek answered as he checked once more on the mutton. "He was one of the few in my family not to become a warrior. He has been reasonably successful, all things considered. He wanted to own his own business, but he was never able to amass the wealth necessary, so he went to work for someone else, an innkeeper. Luckily, they got along well enough that he ended up marrying her, so his life is fairly secure at this point. Well...as long as they made it through the attack."

Not wanting to dwell on the thoughts of his home, Tarentek quickly moved to retrieve the plates and utensils. "And don't worry, I found everything I needed well enough, though it did take a while to find something to grind up the meat."

[User] "Well, It seem a strange word to use to describe your father's brother." Onyx purposely tried not to say anything else about the subject, it seemed that Tarentek was beginning to worry about those he had left behind. Onyx wasn't quite sure what to do, she wasn't really used to waiting for a meal that someone else had cooked. "Well, It's good that you were able to find everything. Would you, like me pour some drinks? There is water, of course, but also I have some cordial you might like. It's non-alcoholic, made from fruit juice, water, and sugar."

[Assistant]
"Sure, I would not mind something different to drink. Perhaps in the future I could show you some of my favorite drinks as well, as long as you don't mind trying alcohol. I think the mutton is done, so I'll have everything ready in a moment." Tarentek answered as he began to move the ground mutton over onto two circular pieces of flatbread, then cover both in cheese. Once finished, he folded the flatbread over the meat to contain it so that it could be eaten with utensils, or simply with the hands.

Tarentek set down both plates at the table, then took a seat himself. "It is ready; I am eager to hear what you think. I'm wondering how well my people's tastes transfer over to yours. We both eat meat, and most of the other things you have in your kitchen, so I don't imagine our tastes are too different from one another." He observed.

[User]
Onyx poured two glasses of the cordial, and placed them on the table before taking a seat herself. The meal smelled delicious, but what Tarentek had said about tastes kept her from eating long enough to continue on the topic. "I doubt our tastes are completely the same though. Your people must have some reservations about certain foods that I definitely wouldn't have. Say for instance... You told me that your people are born from eggs, I know of a race that also is born from eggs that sees eating eggs as an abomination, while I must say I like the way bird's eggs taste."

"Or even something as simple as raw meat. I can eat it just fine, although I don't know if you can so I've cooked all the meat I've fed you so far. Now that I think about it, My people have very few reservations about what we eat, so long as it's not rotting." Onyx stopped talking to take a drink of her cordial. It's not as sweet as the last batch I made... It's still good though.

[Assistant]
Before beginning his meal, Tarentek tried the cordial Onyx poured for him. It was a sweet drink, much like he expected from her description of its ingredients. Visibly pleased with the drink, Tarentek moved on to finally start eating. The meat pie was partially encased by the bread, so he decided to forgo the use of utensils and simply used his hands.

"Hmm, I can understand why a race might have issue with eating eggs, but my people do not. We tend to be pragmatists when it comes to our food...or anything, really. Eggs are tasty, nutritious, and convenient. Now, if you tried to eat one of our eggs, we would have you tried and executed for murder. Bird eggs, however, go great with a number of dishes. Now raw meat, that is something neither I nor my people would choose to eat. I have had meat raw before, but it was out of necessity. There have been a few times that my scouting team was caught out in the desert with nothing to use to make a fire, usually when a sandstorm was keeping us in shelter. During those times, we ate our meat raw, but I certainly don't prefer it. Most of the people in Amman have probably never eaten meat raw. I can do it, but rather not. It's not so much because of the taste, but because of the extra risk of disease. Eating raw meat, you will probably be fine, but cooked meat will always be safer." Tarentek explained. "As far as tastes we have that you may not? Well, alcohol is a possibility. You said your people do not drink it, correct? Have you ever tried it before, or is it just something you haven't had available?"

[User]
Onyx took a bite of the sandwich before speaking again. "Wow, this is really good! I mean, It smelled good, but it tastes even better than I thought it would." Clearing her throat, she continued on their topic. "Well, alcohol has always been available, but I've never tried it nor have I ever needed it before. Some of the elders like alcohol, they like to mix it with sweet drinks like cordial or cook with it. I've been told that when you cook with alcohol that it just cooks away, leaving whatever you made with a strange flavor, however I've never done so myself because I don't believe that it could all simply cook away."

Onyx took another bite. "I have told you we use it as a painkiller, or so I believe I have, but I do remember telling you that it makes us as if we are dream-walking. As for cooked meat tasting better to you than raw... I suppose I could see why. I like both types the same, as you can do different things with the meat when you cook it, like this meal, however I find something..." She drifts off as she searches for the right word. "Intoxicating about being able to hunt your food, and eat it the minute you catch it. It always tastes good too, because it's still warm from the hunt. I imagine cold raw meat wouldn't taste as good, but I still wouldn't mind it."

[Assistant]
Tarentek gave a chuckle. "Alcohol is intoxicating as well, though in a different way. As you've said, drinking too much alcohol can and will put you in a different state of mind. Some find it rather pleasurable and therefore drink specifically for that effect. However, one should avoid drinking if they have any kind of important duties, as it would make fulfilling them quite impossible for a time. For most who drink, it is a mostly harmless hobby, but some can take it too far and rely on it too much. I had a friend who was like that, but by Jhala's grace, myself and our other friends managed to help him stop. Though, it was likely his betrothed who influenced him the most."

Tarentek appreciated the compliment on his food, so he returned one in kind for her drink. "I rather like this cordial. What kind of fruit is it made from? I think it tastes familiar, but I can't quite place it. In any case, sweet foods and drinks are some of my favorites. Some of my friends have said that I like things to be too sweet, but I don't think there is such a thing." He said with a smile.

[User] Onyx smiled at his complement. "Of course there's no such thing. It's plums, by the way. They grow in the oases near the sea, and are very naturally sweet, although I still add sugar to make the cordial." Onyx took a sip and continued. "What types of fruit do you like to eat? Plum is one of my favorites, although I like grapes and apples also."

[Assistant]
"My favorite fruits? I rather like cherries, though we tend to have more pomegranates. Honestly, though, fruit isn't the largest part of our diet. When we are able, we eat as much meat as we can get our hands on. Just looking at my teeth can give that away." Tarentek answered, opening his mouth slightly to reveal his many long and sharp teeth. "It is quite easy for us to rip into tough things like meat, but chewing is a lot harder. We have to put in a lot more effort, and it is generally annoying. Possible, but annoying."

Another effect of Tarentek's comparatively large mouth was that he could take quite large bites. As a result, he was already close to finishing his meat pie, though he was still perfectly engaged in the conversation. "You know, I would like to thank you for showing me around the...nest today. I understand you might not be able to do so everyday, but I appreciate it just the same. Perhaps later, we can do more outside this den. As I mentioned before, I will not be up for much in the way of physical training for a time, but perhaps we could have some marksmanship training later, or at least archery? I am not certain how many bullets your tribe has on hand, so I don't know how freely you can use them for training. Sometimes, I forget that most settlements have not discovered how to make ammunition for firearms. It requires specialized knowledge that Amman's leadership was intent on keeping a closely guarded secret."

[User]
"Not many of us have relics like that, If we need a ranged weapon we prefer something like a bow or slingshot. They're easier for us to aim in the air, and we don't have many relics of that type in the first place, so bows are more accessible. I prefer more, reliable, methods of fighting however; like hand-to-hand and fighting with knives and daggers. I can throw the knives if needed, but I prefer to know that the enemy can't deflect my attacks." Onyx was glad that Tarentek had enjoyed their little outing. "If you wish, I could show you the training grounds tomorrow. There might even be a spare bow that's your size that you could use."

Onyx looked at the sky for a moment. "I didn't notice, it's dark now. You should rest after you finish eating, I have something I need to do on my own by moon-high though, so I should probably leave soon." Onyx hurried to finish the meal and then she went around the den, gathering the things she would need to bring with her. "I'll do some cleaning when I get back. Try to be asleep by then though, there's some medicine on the table by your bed to help you sleep if you need."