[System]
Epithet: The Vulture
Age: 31
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 195 pounds
Race: Human
Class: Warrior
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Eye Color: Amber

Weapons and Equipment: Two three kilo bearded sparth axes, skinning knife, blowgun and darts with inland taipan venom (neurotoxic, causes breathing problems, muscle and organ failure, and death within an hour), teeny little leather pouches of spitting cobra venom (they have cytotoxic properties, capable of causing permanent blindness if it gets in the eyes), rubber soled boots with three eight inch steel claws on each foot, steel chestplate and spiked pauldrons, steel shinguards, underclothing made from dragonhide (like an extremely tough form of chainmail with no gaps), trained pet vulture acting as a spotter, black steel mask, "bracelet of inoculation" (runescape.wikia.com/wiki/Inoculation_b..), fingerless iron gauntlets, combat/berserker potions.

(The axe "Jancro", slang for Vulture in Jamaican)

(The axe "Hot Steppa", slang for Free Criminal)

Appearance: Zande is a tall, lean man whose musculature is best likened to that of a starved jaguar. The dense, tube-like muscles adorning his long arms and legs allow him to exude a great air of physical prowess despite his thin and wiry look. Unwashed dreadlocks hang over lurid, amber eyes whilst high cheekbones accentuate his abnormally sized jaw muscles, the feral aspect pushed even further by sharp, filed teeth. He often wears the skulls of recent victims upon his belt and is rarely seen without his rubber padded, steel clawed boots and black steel tribal mask. Zande's cape, however, is by far his most recognizable feature. A clearly visible skull and crossbones is sewn upon the ratty black cloak, neatly surmising the headhunter's affiliation with bones and death.

Physical Abilities/Skills: Zande's untamed strength is far greater than his appearance would suggest, albeit reasonably less than that of a formidable professional weightlifter. He can wrestle and subdue wild beasts with just his bare hands and overpower a stronger opponent through pure tenacity. These traits greatly pale in comparison to his incredible biting and striking power. He can and has killed men with a single punch, and never neglects to train his jaws by chewing through blocks of wood and chunks of rubber, being capable of chomping clean through an unhusked coconut with a single bite. The magnitude is most impressive near the back of his molars, where he can leverage out enough brute force to rival the PSI of a dire wolf. Equally impressive is Zande's great speed and agility, which his lean body is practically built for. He can scurry up and down trees in the blink of an eye and move with a silent swiftness that puts to shame his native brethren. He can amplify the potency of his physical capabilities by consuming a special potion, which grants him animalistic power at the cost of sanity and health (I.E, internal bleeding).

Background: rsroleplay.wikia.com/wiki/Zande_Khanda

[User]
Ruby ignored the bird, sparing it but one glance, to see what kind it was. A vulture. Big deal. What interested her was the thermal signature of the man, who was staring directly at her. Swearing under her breath, she ducked down behind a paper wall, out of sight. Aside from the howling of the wind blowing through the holes in the paper walls of the dojo, the building was silent. The man probably knew she was there, so she began to move silently along the corridor of the dojo, avoiding wooden floor boards that would squeak, or cause her to trip.

Keeping a close watch on his thermal signature, she crept around the dojo's hallways, trying to get behind him.

[Assistant] The figure remained where it was. If Ruby paid close attention, she'd be able to notice smaller thermal signatures tumbling from... Oh. He was taking a shit on the floor.

[User] Wrinkling her nose, Ruby cringed in distaste. Was he... crapping in the middle of the dojo's yard? Disgusting. Still, it might allow her to catch him off guard. Pulling the piton gun out of its holster, she leveled the launcher at the savage, and taking a deep breath in, fired. The firing of a grappling device at a target reminded her of Batman, except... Batman's grappling hook wasn't as... pointy as the piton. Hopefully it would hit, so Ruby held on tight, so she would be ready to pull herself forward.

[Assistant]
No doubt Ruby had entered the decrepit halls of the dojo to avoid being seen. However, the headhunter's spotter was a creature of many talents. Vultures have not only sight that is among the best in the animal kingdom, but a sense of smell without equal. A mature one can detect a scent in concentrations as tiny as a few parts per billion in the air. Contrary to popular belief, the famous circling of vultures was not a result of them waiting for prey to die. They circle to determine the exact location of food.

Zande's vulture would drift lazily down in tightening rings above the location where the most obvious threat to its master hid, just as it had been trained to passively do. The initial squawk had alerted the headhunter, and now he knew to keep the corner of his eye focused upon where his pet hovered.

Another animal fact. Many predators, when engaged in open combat, would void their bowels to reduce body weight. Fighting bears shat themselves. Big cats too. Zande had done so for the same reason. A glimmer, a pop. A fast moving object had entered his peripheral vision. A giant arrow? A silent cannonball? Not enough time to evade. He had to block. He twisted his back in the direction of where the vulture had singled out its target, the grappling hook banging harshly against the thick blades of the axes harnessed to Zande's back.

Assuming it didn't explode or anything, the cannibal would shoot out from his crouch and sprint in the direction of the rope with blistering impetus, the long claws of his boots gouging grooves in the floor. The sound of his top speed was comparable to several kitchen knives being repeatedly dashed against a wall. He knew what it was in a fraction of a second. He had seen grappling hooks before, used to scale castle walls. In a moment he would have been able to close half the distance, aiming to get as close as possible before swooping low and whisking a wicked skinning knife from his belt to ram through the rope of the grappling hook and deep into the ground as it began to contract. He knew that if it were of metal cord, he'd have to stab it rather than slice it. And besides, this way it wouldn't hit him in the back of the head.

[User] The savage's reaction time was remarkable. Stabbing the knife through the metal cord of the piton launcher's cable, and into the ground, he caused Ruby to be pulled forward, as the piton gun began to retract. As she ripped through the rotting paper wall, she kicked off the floorboards, leaping into the air, above the savage. Letting go of the piton, and letting it retract, Ruby pulled her telescoping Bo staff from its cylindrical sheath on her lower back, and whipped it out, instantly forming a solid Bo. With the same motion, she swung downwards, an experimental strike, to test the man's defenses.

[Assistant] The wild Zande was not one to be tested. He did not mess around. As Tanya burst into view, his left hand darted over his shoulder and seized upon the handle of the monstrous axe known as Hot Steppa, nearly seven pounds of razor-ridged metal. It slipped free of its sheath as if it were greased, whizzing forth in a ghoulish arch set to cleave through the woman's right arm and into her breast, just beside the shoulder. He threw his entire momentum into the blow, leaning his weight upon the attack and chambering his right fist by his side. He cared little for what she did with her bo staff. He was still able to reposition since he had at least one foot on the ground. He would choose to lean or sway at the last moment and let her strike him across the right shoulder, possibly breaking the clavicle or dislocating the arm if she remained dedicated to her attack. No, Zande cared only that his opponent was in the air, unable to move out of the space she was occupying and in the midst of an attack that left her vulnerable. If Hot Steppa struck home, her life would surely be forfeit as her body was slung unceremoniously to the floor in a bouncing, blood soaked heap, subclavian and brachial arteries torn apart and the left lung ruptured. At the point of no return whereupon both blows might land, the headhunter would unleash a lunatic, stentorian scream.

[User] Ruby's eyes widened, and pupils dilated, as she saw the scene unfold. If she followed through with the strike, she would surely die. So, she aborted the strike, and rather than aim to strike, Ruby thrust the Bo down at the ground, and using the staff as a focal point, twisted away from the savage. Letting go of the staff, Ruby grabbed a smokebomb from the pocket attached to her belt, and in one fluid motion, threw it down at the ground, making sure to hold her breath. As it impacted, filling the dojo's yard with smoke, Ruby unsheathed her knives, and sidestepped quietly to the right, so the blind swings of the savage, if it attempted any, wouldn't hit her.

[Assistant] Zande may have been unable to see his opponent, but he made up for it in audacity. As Ruby let go of her staff, the headhunter would drop his axe and reach out to snatch the bo staff with both hands before it could fall. He'd then whirl around as the smoke enveloped them, swinging the length of metal in a wide sweep at the level of where he figured the thief's center mass would be. Sidestepping wouldn't help in this situation. It had more reach than either of his axes, yet could still deliver bone smashing force. Trying to block it with a set of five inch knives would go just about as well as one would imagine, if one were meant to stop the enraged swing of a baseball bat in the hands of a major league hitter.

[User]
Ruby watched on the thermal view as the savage grabbed her Bo, and began to swing it at her, level to where her ribs were. While the metal staff had a heat signature almost equal to the dojo's air, she could see the man's hands, grasping her staff, and she knew how long the weapon was while extended, so she could approximate where the end of the Bo was.

As the staff almost hit her, Ruby did not dodge. Rather, she used the hilts of the knives as a barrier between her hands and the metal rod, catching it, and twisting it around, attempting to disarm the savage. However, if the maneuver succeeded, she would again, drop the staff, and dash towards the savage in a serpentine manner, and perform a low cut aimed at his midsection.

If the force with which the man struck was too much, then Ruby would roll with the blow, allowing herself to get pushed back, so she didn't drop her knives, or get knocked off balance.

[Assistant] Zande didn't fight like a reasonable man. He threw everything he had into a life or death assault, completely without physical or mental restraint. The staff would impact the daggers with a desperate, reverberating pressure which might actually damage her wrists from the shock. Were she to be pushed back, Zande would hop back and hurl the metal rod at her knees. Whilst she was dealing with that he'd scoop up his fallen axe once more, wielding it in his left hand and using his right to reach around behind his head. If given the opportunity, he would pull the terrible visage of a thick, black steel tribal mask down over his face, which had been hanging on the back of his neck. What was to come after that would make the first few minutes of the fight seem like a sweet dream.

[User] Ruby was in fact pushed back, but she was also trained in seven different martial arts. She didn't get to where she was without toughening up. The shock caused her arms to vibrate, and she was pushed back even more, feet skidding through the dirt. When the Bo was thrown at her knees, she quickly sheathed her knife, and, as the rod was about four inches from her knees, kicked it up with her right foot, and caught it in both hands. The savage had the brutal-looking ax in his hand, and he was reaching for something behind his head, a mask. The smoke was already beginning to dissipate, so Ruby grabbed two smokebombs, and threw one at the man's face. It wasn't fast enough to prevent him from putting on the armor, but if it hit, it would cover his head with smoke. Regardless of whether it hit or not, Ruby would throw a smokebomb on the ground between them, and fall back silently into the halls of the dojo. The man had too wide of a swing. Fighting him in the open was a disadvantage. In the dojo, while the rotting walls were merely paper, the beams of the broken building would hamper wide swings.

[Assistant] As nimble as a cat, Zande swayed to the side and slipped past the smoke bomb thrown at him. He stood still as the area once again filled with smoke. She was playing hard to get. He unslung his second axe and slid back into the darkness of the dojo corridors, a living trap waiting to be sprung.

[User] Ruby kept an eye on him as she moved through the dojo, once more. She couldn't beat him outright, so maybe this situation called for a little ingenuity. Creeping silently down the corridor, Ruby placed a smokebomb every two yards. Her intention was so that when the savage came after her, she would step on the bomb, obfuscating the hallway. In these enclosed spaces, the smoke would be even thicker. Perfect.

[Assistant]
Zande wasn't going to play hide and seek. The moment he knew he was out of view, he'd sneak up to a broken wall and peer through to see where his vulture was circling. The bird's sense of smell was invaluable. She was looping around a corridor not too far from his own. The headhunter would attempt to slip out unseen and head on up to the old wall he estimated she was behind. He didn't know exactly where Ruby was, but this was a superior option to taking a nap and waiting her out. He'd cock his right arm back, gritting his teeth and digging his feet into the ground. This one was going to be a doozy.

If nothing were done to impede the assault, then with outrageous force the axe would cleave through the wall in a horizontal line at waist height. If the thief were within five feet of the spot where the headhunter swung, her body would be separated just as easily as butter before a knife.


[System]
Handsome Youth Zhou Yu
Style Name: GongJin (公瑾) (It's acceptable when talking about him to others in the third person to call him by his name, Zhou Yu, but it is proper etiquette and respectful when talking to him to call him by his style name, either Zhou GongJin, or simply GongJin.)
Alias: Handsome Youth, Zhou (美周郎)
Race: Human, Chinese
Gender: Fabulously and beautifully male.
Age: 25
Appearance: As his moniker implies, Zhou has a youthful, handsome appearance with piercing black eyes and regal, long-flowing black hair. His skin is clean and smooth like white jade. As a man if rank and status, he wears expensive embroidered linens such as silk and satin but does appreciate practicality, wearing more durable materials like cotton, or wool for warmth. He likes the colors crimson and white and his outfits reflect this. Though not extravagantly, he does wear various articles and accessories, expensive gold and silver jewelry encrusted with precious and semiprecious stones, mostly in headwear or in the form of tassels to signify rank. In battle, he will wear highly decorated crimson Chinese armor since after becoming chief tactician, he hasn't needed to go into battle directly anymore, though that isn't to say that his actual martial prowess has dulled.
Personality/Motivation: Zhou Yu is a strategic and tactical genius of his time, second only to Zhuge Liang. Confident to the point of arrogance, yet he is unwaveringly devoted to his lord. Though he doesn't have a traitorous bone in his body, he can be quite deceptive to his enemies, and is known for manipulating enemy spies to report incorrect information. He usually appears easygoing and friendly, knowing all the proper etiquttes and respects. He can be fairly easy to get along with and appreciates talent when he sees it. He would be a happy and self-content man if it were not for the existence of Zhuge Liang, a younger nobody from the hills who happens to be the greatest tactician and strategist of two generations. Zhuge Liang brings out and reveals Zhou Yu's unquenchable jealousy, a jealousy that leads him to lose objectivity in situations and to make mistakes in planning. This jealousy also leads to his untimely death.
Gear: A white and crimson Chinese robe with some light-medium armor underneath. He was a Chinese sword (jian) and a fighting staff (gun).
Abilities: Zhou Yu is a capable martial artist in his own right, skilled with the sword and staff. Due to his crowning victory, The Battle at Red Cliffs (Chi Bi), he was the ability of soul chain, in which he ties the souls of his enemies together such that any magical or energy damage that one sustains, the others also take in equal measure. To support this, Zhou Yu has the added ability to set a single opponent ablaze from a distance. Zhou Yu is also a master tactician and has the ability to analyze his allies' and opponents' strengths and weaknesses and is fairly good at creating advantageous matchups. He is also extremely perceptive and can not only detect spies easily, but is good at deceiving them into thinking that they have successfully tricked him, allowing him to unknowingly supply them with incorrect and detrimental information.
Flaws: While Zhou Yu's body is fairly young and healthy, it is easily affected by his mental state. Specifically, jealous rage reduces his constitution and causes him to cough up blood. The better he feels about himself, the healthier he is, the more frustrated and thwarted he becomes, the worse his health, and it is entirely possible for him to become bedridden for days.
Favor: 0

[User] Before Zhou Yu could respond to Lieutenant Quary's smug impertinence, Bruno threw himself at the Imperial Forces, axe in hand. While Bruno tore through the Stormtroopers like an angry, vengeful space-knight-in-training tearing through a village of defenseless sand-people, Zhou Yu wanted to yell out, "No, Anikin, no!" but decided against it. He may not know the undead axeman's name, but that didn't mean he could go calling him whatever he wanted. And where did the name 'Anikin' come from, anyways? Zhou quickly dismissed the ridiculous name from his mind and focused on matters at hand. While the diplomatic option had been torn asunder, Zhou Yu was the sort to make a good situation out of a bad one. Besides, right now, it appeared that Bruno was capable of overpowering the troopers and their surprisingly low accuracy weapons. Zhou Yu slipped back into the Falcon watched the violence unfold. To be quite honest, he was at a bit of a loss. In a moment of inspiration, he remembered the zooming words that he had failed to read. Turning to Benny and her gag-gun, he asked, "Were we supposed to be doing something here, other than resisting arrest?" A loud noise distracted him momentarily, but he kept an ear open for Benny's reply. looking out the cockpit window, he saw a robed figure fly in and plow through more soldiers.

[Assistant]
Benny heard the gun go off, a small bang. This did not have the distinct p-chew, p-chew she expected of such a futuristic weapon, and upon seeing the wavy red cloth, saw red herself.

"Damn him!" she cried, though honestly, she should have expected this. Zhou Yu's lightsaber shot confetti before.

Speaking of the lightsaber...

Thinking quickly, Benny hurled the purple slime ball at one of the weird white soldiers. She wasn't sure what she expected, honestly, but the purple thing came from the lightsaber, and the actual weapons given did nothing. Maybe this silly thing might actually be useful!

"Yeah," Benny replied, aiming the pistol at one of the soldiers, just to see if the flag would shoot out like a dart.

Pretty sure she saw that in a cartoon once.

"We've got to get inside and rescue the princess. Don't ask me how; I didn't watch this part."

[User]
Bondi had remained inside of Benny's hand a bit unsure of whether or not the game had still been going on. It noticed that Benny was raising the gun, but seeing as it was pointed elsewhere the creature was somewhat relieved. Its focus could not be drawn away from the weapon however, continuing to stare at it warily for the most part as it seemed a little dangerous. The creature did not seem to notice much of the battle and occurrence outside of the ship just yet.

Once Benny had pulled the trigger, a flag poked out! The gun was actually a small toy of some sort! Bondi would let out a bit of a chuckle at it and form a sort of smile under its skull. It was a pretty convincing and cool toy, unless it is pointed at you, Bondi thought to itself. It seemed Benny was upset at someone, maybe they broke the toy and it wasn't supposed to work like that. As Benny referred a 'him' Bondi would simply ask "Who?".

Well, that was until it was immediately thrown a second later. Which was both thrilling and kind of scary! The slime would indeed form a spherical shape as it flew! The creature was very light and did not have a particular grip onto anything as it was held, so it would simply fly off toward whatever direction it was thrown! Seeing as it was caught a bit off guard, again, the creature would likely splat around and cover whatever surface it had made contact with! Likely reforming to its shape a few seconds or so afterward. If it did manage to hit a trooper, it would try and work its way through any possible cracks in the suit to 'tag' them.

[Assistant]
Bruno was now more aware that the trooper's weapons were far more potent than he thought. No, they weren't just metal sticks for smashing, in fact, they were actually small wands for magic spells. Wizards! Bruno hated wizards. Or, at least, he hated these guys. Fortunately, Bruno's inner necromancy was more potent than the red bolts of the cloud-white clad troopers. A burning crater in his chest, Bruno yanked his bloodied axe from the dead officer and turned his sights on a nearby duo of troopers.

He could feel the eye-contact even through their helmets. "Blast 'em!"

Bruno did what any reasonable person would do it that situation, which was of course, lurch maniacally at them, singing a song of battle that composed mostly of incoherent gurgles.

He did indeed, taking a few uncoordinated steps at the troopers, probably soaking up some lasers if they managed to hit him. Bruno's end goal was to swing his axe at the enemy trooper's center o' mass. A solid thunk from his axe would knock any elderly person down at least.

[User]
This was new...was this a new power that allowed him to fly? to breath in space? to see something weird as hell pop up in front of him wearing an afro? Whatever Supremo was thinking, he just couldn't come up with a logical answer. He thought this was the workings of Toon Meister the being that could bend reality itself until Crocus introduced himself, shoving the dvds that Supremo, in his mind, thought he was going to choke on and learning everything he needed to know in an instant in his mind.

"What the- what is this? where am I-" Crocus interrupted him explaining why he was "chosen", which sounded like slavery in his mind but being that this so-called "god" so far controlled Supremo's movements, he had no choice but to go along with this being taken somewhere he's never been to. There was more questions Supremo had but being hurled towards the deathstar for a mission to join up with a team, the questions could be answered later.

Crashing into the hangar, laying out many troopers, and finally coming to a stop after bouncing like a ball, Supremo looked at his new outfit, checking the scenery around him noticing a few strange beings, looking bewildered "Damn...stormtroopers...wait....what?" Supremo was welcomed with a few laser blasts, getting into a defensive mode, covering up taking to shots until looking behind him at another storm trooper. With the robe getting quite holey, he gave a leap to the trooper behind him, grabbing the soldier by the ankle and tossing him towards the other troopers like a fetching stick. "Mountains crumble from the blow of my mighty Supremo punch...you'll have to come at me with something much more powerful to stop me...for I am CAPTAIN SUPREMO!!! Face me villains!!!" he shouted out in a pose where his fists rested on his hips and the confident smile stretched across his face.

[Assistant]
Tai@Stekkmen@AwesomeZero5@LePouvantail@Stern Algorithm

The fighting carried on through Captain Supremo's declaration and Bruno's raging assault. The troopers were starting to hit more accurately now, with Bruno taking three more bolts to the chest. The condensed plasma shots burned deep into his dead flesh and the force knocked him on his ass. At least he had taken another trooper with him. Meanwhile a trooper was about to shoot Zhou when suddenly a little purple slime collided with his helmet. The trooper spun around just as he shot, the bolt that would have struck true instead zooming right passed Zhou'd face and harmlessly striking a wall inside the Millennium Falcon.

"Aah! AAH! GET IT OFF! IT'S CRAWLING IN! WHAT IN THE NAME OF THE EMPEROR IS THI-KAKGRGL!" Clearly trouble, panicking even, the trooper stumbled around in a vain attempt to pull Bondi out of his helmet, but the hand guards of his armor prevented him from working his motor skills so finely. Wow, he must really hate being it, huh?

Benny took aim with the blaster a second time and shot at another trooper, in hopes that the gag "bang" flag would do something beneficial. The result? Well "beneficial" might have been a bit strong of a word. The flag shot out like a dart, just as hoped, but the end result was for from anything the hard headed skeleton could have anticipated. The flag grew and grew and grew until it was a large as a tremendous tapestry, draping over everyone in the fight. Troopers and allies alike found themselves ensnared beneath the giant bang flag like a net, including Bruno and Captain Supremo!

Speaking of Captain Supremo, before the sudden appearance of a giant net-gag-flag, a single bolt from one of the trooper's blaster rifles managed to hit him square in the solar plexus. It burned a hole in his white super suit, knocking the wind out of him, but luckily his toughness prevented any real harm from being done.

Meanwhile, a couple officers overlooking the scene in the control room, which hung overhead just on the far side of the hanger up above Captain Supremo, began working some buttons. A moment later a siren went off echoing through the halls. The intrepid group brought together by Crocus could hear the alarm, but just how far did it extend? The situation did not look good.

[User]
"A princess?" Zhou Yu asked, "How peculiar." In Chinese culture, princesses did not hold the same kind of mystical allure as they did in Western cultures, although part of it was also due to the fact that Zhou was used to dealing with members of court.

He watched as Benny tried the gun again, this time actually doing something useful. "Amazing," he noted in awe, "perhaps I should try this handle again," he fidgeted with the lightsaber. Zhou Yu watched as Benny threw Bondi at a soldier, and ducked away in alarm as the stormtrooper's shot missed him. Deciding to take cover, Zhou pointed the handle out the door opening, pressing the switch, hoping it would launch globs of purple slime balls at the troopers, since Bondi's attack seemed to have been quite effective.


[System]
Username: Kiroue
Age: 23

Gender: Female

Main: Shyvana

Appearance: Her hair is long, but choppy and somewhat damaged from experimenting with various different hair dyings. Name a color and she's tried it. Sam's most recent fling is a full dye of black with a hint of deep purple on the bangs. Her eyes are a dark hazel, but she often puts in different contacts of varying colors. Her clothes tend to be a bit grunge and tend to have cut outs and holes. She also likes to advertise her favorite bands, wearing their merchandise whenever possible. She has a number of piercings, with 5 piercings on each ear (2 on the lobe and 3 on her upper ear) and also a nose ring--not on the septum but as a stud on the left side of her nose. Lastly, she enjoys putting on makeup and often makes the makeup dark and heavy.

True Appearance: The very first thing that shows up when turning to her true form is the heat that radiates off of her body as if she is a space heater. It's not very strong, only people who are about a 3-4 feet from her can feel it, but it is definitely apparent and distinct. The second thing that comes are the scales and the horns. Armor doesn't magically appear on her so instead large red scales grow along her skin to form an armor of sorts. These scales cover her upper chest, shoulders, her forearm (ebbing away at her elbows and wrists), and her lower part of her body (starting at her midriff and ending at her ankles). This whole scale thing is a good idea because with her abilities come fire, and with fire comes burning clothes. The scales are as strong as steel and are impervious to any amount of heat. Her skin is also inflammable. Then the horns begin to appear and they are red, metallic horns that reach to about a foot in length and project themselves backwards. In addition, her eyes glow a bright orange of fire.

Powers: [Don't add too many. Maximum of five.]

Dragonborn: She cannot be burned by fire or any magnitude of heat (even in her regular form). In her true form, the greater the heat around her, the higher her resistances and toughness. For example, if she is fully engulfed in a burning building, she could be hit with a speeding truck or a bullet and sustain little injury when normally she would suffer broken bones or a heavy wound.

Twin Bite:

Half-human form: This close combat hit is basically a heavily empowered punch which is so strong it can cause enemies to be flung back into walls.

Dragon form: She lunges forward to chomp with a burning bite.

Burnout:

Half-human form: She creates a swirl of fire around her that burns all in its path.

Dragon form: Sam leaves a trail of fire behind her.

Flame Breath:

Half-human form: She flings a fire ball in any direction.

Dragon form: She breathes fire in a large cone.

Dragon's Decent

Sam turns into a dragon the size of a two story building, with the capability to fly. In turning into a dragon, it comes with a burst of fire and is launched into a target direction, dealing a massive amount of damage along her path. This ability takes, of course, the most Prana and she can only be in this form for a limited amount of time. Usually when she comes out of this form she is usually exhausted of a vast majority of her Prana. She will still be in her scaled and horned form, but she will not have the ability to use any abilities or produce even a puff of flame.

Personality: First and foremost, Sam is one of those people who does not believe in having a filter and never has one herself. She sees herself as honest and not one for BS, but the majority of people just see it as rude. If you get on her bad side she is easy to anger and tends to suffer from anger management issues to a certain extent. She's not one for small talk, but Sam will do it if she has to. However, if she is in a good mood, she can be kind of charming and likable in a free spirited no boundaries way. It's like she creates so much adventure and rebellion that it's hard not to want to be around her to see what happens. Sam isn't shy and she doesn't mind socializing to a point, but she never feels like she fits in when it comes to situations with confident happy people. Confident and happy people make her even somewhat annoyed and will probably get her to act very rudely. However, she has a soft spot for kind, quiet people. She often tries to somewhat take them under her wing and try to push them to be more adventurous.

Short Biography: Sam isn't any kind of success story. She started high school a pretty boyish girl who didn't really like to socialize. Like many her age she didn't feel like she fit in. These were her low points, but some high points was her geeky activities which included reading and playing video games. Her reclusive attitude and the fact that she was made somewhat an outcast put her in a heavy depression in her early high school years and she found genuine joy only in video games and things that were risky and got her adrenaline pumping. She started to get in with the "wrong crowd", but to her it wasn't the wrong crowd. To her they were just people who were messed up like her and knew how to have a good time. This was the first time in awhile that she found she had some friends. Unfortunately, this crowd was full of rebels and what would be called "bad kids". Sam began to get caught up in staying out late, drinking, smoking, experimenting with intimacy, and other risky behaviors. Her grades fell and she was no longer interested in school at all. She found the whole thing confusing, pointless, and way too long for her attention span and often skipped class. Meanwhile, with all of this rebellion she began to be estranged from her parents who tried to discipline her, but found that it only made things worse. In her junior year she dropped out of high school which she had been doing terribly in anyway. She moved out and spent the rest of her teens working and never growing out of doing adventurous, though irresponsible things. However, she knew well enough that she needed to put herself back together a little bit. She had gotten to deep in this rebellious lifestyle and she was living in pitiful conditions. Sam worked long and hard and eventually got a GED and took classes and got certified to be a bartender. It is the one thing that she genuinely worked for and is deeply proud she accomplished. That's where she is now. She works as a bartender at nights and sleeps, plays video games, and does other stuff during the day. Oh, and she can become a dragon and make fire. Yeah, that part she thinks is really cool, but she hasn't quite figured out yet.

Other: "They have faced nothing like me."

[User]
The waiter asked Ben.
"You gonna order something?"
Ben looked at the waiter and replied in a friendly matter: Yes, I would like to have some pancakes and a Coffee as well, and some milk please. Thank you!

After ordering Ben turned to the Girl who seemed like she got up on the wrong side of the bed. Hearing her offensive reply, Ben did not feel like he should leave from the table, this little part in his day excited him a bit. He just made a friendly look and introduced himself than offered her that he'll buy her a coffee. He didnt have to worry about paying for small things, the money he gets from his work was more than enough for him."If you dont know me. Let me introduce myself, Im Ben. Now dont be so grumpy, I'll buy you a coffee
He smiled at the girl a little. Seeing that she was angry made Ben put some more wood on the fire but he decided to try it the more peacefull way. "Well, we dont necessarily have to talk to each other. I dont see why we couldnt drink our coffee in the same booth with peace.
As he spoke to he girl he seemed like he was enjoying the little resistance she made. She looks cute when she's anrgy.
While Ben talked to the girl he noticed some rise in the temperature near and also had some awareness from instinct to it.

At some point Ben started to feel like he should take a bit back from his normally big mouth. Feeling like his confident nature annoys the girl. He could already see the girl bursting out in rage if he would be trying just a little more. "Look, im not trying to get your number here. I was just feeling like i want eat with you
Waiting for the reaction of the girl. Ben' eyes started to look like a stronger shade of green with the outer circle very slowly fading into a bright purple color.
Normally he would have no intention of making someone mad but with this girl. It was different.

@Ambra

[Assistant]
Noelle didn't even notice Garett coming buy. Her panic, shock and concerns about what will happen to her had completely overtaken her. She was barely containing from breaking out in soundless cry because of all of this. Still mist the chaos in her mind, she heard Jason talk.

 In a panic she pulled her hands by her mouth, fearing she was just going to hurt him just like she did all those people in the bank. After the initial surprise and panic, she realized something, he wasn't holding his ears or looking hurt in any way unlike the other people.

 At first she was about to start writing in her notebook again, but then realized this was probably her first chance to talk with someone in years!

 'Yes, but it seems more like sound…' She tried saying slowly so she can stop if Jason showed signs of being hurt from her words. A thing that didn't seem to happen. Still she could also hear herself talking… kind of. It wasn't exactly normal speech. It almost seemed like whatever she was thinking got turned into sound…

 'You aren't being hurt from it…?' She asked with concern, but she also felt happy that someone could hear her, a thing that also filled her with fear about what was happening with her.' The people from the bank said they couldn't understand the very strong noise and their ears even started bleeding…' She said, keeping her hand by her mouth just in case. She had no idea what was happening anymore, but the relieve of having someone who can hear her talk made her eyes swell with tears.

[User]
Sound...that actually made sense. Every time she 'talked', it was like he could feel the very wind around him shifting...something he felt intimately familiar with, for some reason. No reason the innocents were hurt...but that still didn't help him figure out exactly why he seemingly wasn't affected by it. Maybe- Wait...those were tears. Oh no...he did not know how to deal with sad females. Angry females, sure. Overly-romantic females, sure - he had his fair share. But sad females? The last time a girl cried in front of him, it was because he wouldn't ask her to prom, and even then, he had awkwardly excused himself. He couldn't really do that in this situation, now could he?

"Noelle, it'll be fine. Really." He said, rather awkwardly - his voice wasn't exactly used to being all soothing and whisper-y. Putting a hand on her shoulder, Jason gave her a half-smile and gestured towards a booth that was thankfully free of distractions, a fair bit away from the otherwise populated side of the diner. "I won't lie; I don't know what's going on, but we'll figure it out."

Dropping his hand, Jason grabbed two mugs from the clean dishes and began walking backwards, eyes still focused on Noelle. "First, let's sit. This is my unofficial break time." He finally turned around, easily side-stepping a waitress with her arms full of croissants and a beaker of coffee. With a quick 'thank you', he nabbed the piping hot beaker with one hand, while holding the two mugs with the other, before finally making his way to the empty booth.

Setting both mugs down on the wooden table and feeling them with the steaming liquid, Jason slid into the booth and sighed, running a hand through long, messy black locks. As he closed his eyes, feeling the wind blow the steam into his face, the young man had a sudden epiphany. The whole near-death thing at the apartment...what if that was linked to Noelle's whole sound-mind thing? Well, who better to share the story with, than someone who also experienced something weird and traumatizing as Hell.

[Assistant]
Annoyance grew inside her as the man remained seated in front of her. The man still didn't want to fucking leave. The way he offered her coffee, the way he pestered her not to be 'grumpy', and the way he smiled at her was all so taunting! UGH. Did this guy think she was playing around? Did he think that she wasn't serious with the murderous look he was stabbing into him? The smile he had implied to her that he was getting some kind of sick enjoyment out of irritating her. Perhaps this man had come in search of hitting on her, and now finding resistance, found her an irresistible challenge. Whatever this man had going on in his head, Sam wasn't happy about what he was doing.

She fumed at his attempts to be friendly, making the ridiculous argument that they didn't even have to talk to each other. Besides being plain silly, social interaction wasn't even what this was about anymore. It was the fact that this was her space, her bubble, and his polluting presence in it was unwelcome -- scratch that, not just unwelcome, despised.

When he relented a little, trying to make the situation less tense by saying he wasn't interested in her number, just interested in talking, her eyes flared. Oh! So it was about him hitting on her! She could see right through the ploy he had displayed. She could see him struggling to pull her in. He hoped that once he pulled her in with some kind of half-baked conversation that she would, in fact, give him her number. The heat in the small booth rose even further. It was very clear now. It was as if the hot, 100 degree summer weather outside had penetrated the establishment, unfazed by AC. Sam, however, was unaware of it.

Samantha fumed at the man until he was done speaking. It was only after a long silence following what he said did she begin to move. Slowly, menacingly, she straightened her posture and then leaned threateningly across the table. She locked her smoke eyes with his green yet purple ones. Sam wished to pierce his soul with her stabbing glare as she towered over the table. Her hands pressed into the table, making her look even more dangerous, as if she would propel herself to attack him at any moment. The heat would press into the man with even greater strength as well as her intense form. It was then, only after about ten seconds of accomplishing this action of towering and leaning across the table, did she speak, her tone dripping with venom. "Ben," She growled his name, "I tried to be nice, believe it or not." She paused. "Now, I will say it again, but not so nice this time:" She lowered her voice so it was intimately dark and quieter. "Get the fuck away from me," She let that sting a little bit before adding. "and just leave me alone." With that, she slowly lowered herself back into her seat, and despite the change in body position, she still projected a challenging air.

Samantha had no tolerance for people who vexed her, much less people who wanted in her space. The woman had few friends. She liked it that way and she intended to keep it that way.


[System]
Oshea Jackson

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Character Summary
Aliases:  Rocket
Age: 19
Birthday: 06/12/1999
Birth Place: West Baltimore, Maryland.
Gender: Male.
Powers: Super Speed/Speedster.
Affiliation: X-Men.

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Appearance
Height: 6'1.
Weight: 200.
Build: Slim, lean build.
Eyes: Mocha brown.
Hair: Black.
Skin Tone: Dark.
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings:None.
Personal Style: He often wears jean shorts and red Converse with some kind of sports jersey partisan to various professional sports teams. His favorite jersey to wear is a New England Patriots jersey. He has an assortment of different color converse he wears at any given time. He may often wear mismatch color converse. He can often be seen with several fitted caps representing different sports teams as well.

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Psychology
Fast thinker * Unitdy * Unselfish * Impulsive * Introspective * Lacks foresight

Sexuality: Heterosexual.
Relationship Status: Single.
Personality: Oshea is untidy, an ode to his roots in Baltimore's slums. He cares not for order of any kind, but he will listen to those who are in a position of leadership. Otherwise, he is rather unfocused and does not do well with controlling his mind or thoughts--this is possibly because they move too fast for him to have a decisive grasp over. He does his best to focus on one task at a time but often cannot; he is exceeds when tasked with multiple things at once.

Despite his lack of mental focus, Oshea is quite introspective. He possesses a lot of intangible traits: charisma, leadership, intuition, confidence. Oshea can be impulsive, and will sometimes act brash in dangerous situations. This does not mean he will not think about his actions while he is doing something, rather that he will not relent from doing something after he has committed himself to whatever path he has chosen.
Habits: He is untidy and he does not enjoy order in the slightest sense.
Hobbies: Running. Collecting shoes. Placing bets. Collecting sports jerseys. Cooking.
Fears:
* Guns.
* Returning to poverty.
* Being too slow or too late.

Likes:
* Junk food.
* Lots of colors.
* Drawing.
* Video games.
* Building things.
* Girls.

Dislikes: 6 minimal
* Bullies.
* Roaches.
* Egotistical people.
* Inequality.
* Moral discrimination.
* Being alone.

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Cards On The Table
General World Skills: Max 6
* Cooking.
* Driving.
* Good with directions and understanding an environment.
* Deciphering intentions.
* Reading body language.
* Eating.

Combat Skills:
* Hand-to-hand skills (boxing).
* Fighting dirty.

Possessions:
This is generally the list of items that you own, just list your characters possessions.
* A keychain with his friend's face on it.
* Black 8 oz boxing gloves.
* Red goggles.
* Wallet.
* Art supplies (colored pencils, markers, paintbrushes, etc)
* An assortment of 90s rap albums.
* An assortment of underground rap albums.
* Several kinds of Hostess' junk foods.
* A red watch.
* A cape.

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History
How did you discover your powers: Like other mutants, his powers showed themselves in spurts once he hit puberty. It was not until a run-in with the neighborhood bullies that his powers reared themselves in full. Across all of Baltimore there are gangs, organizations who war with one another for control over money and lucrative pipelines for selling product. While Oshea himself was never involved in gangs or drugs, he residency as a Fayette Avenue inhabitant marked him as an enemy of nameless and faceless kids from warring neighborhoods.

One day, Oshea was getting off of the bus that dropped him off on the corner several blocks from his house--and right in the heart of enemy territory. He was soon approached by seven kids of varying sizes and dispositions--each of whom asked no questions and immediately began trying to punish him over a trivial categorical difference: where he lived. But Oshea had ran before, he had ran his entire life--from death, from being perceived as "soft", from guidance; so it was easy for him to run again--and he did. Time slowed, everyone else was standing still and he was moving at inhuman speeds.

Why did you choose the side that you did?: Where Oshea grew up, there was little hope. On the corner of Fayette Avenue, Oshea was privy to every social more in a poverty stricken area: drugs, gangs, violence, betrayal. His love for superheroes and his idolization of prominent figures Charles Xaver and Bishop brought him great solace while trying to survive the city's worst. When his mutant abilities came to fruition, he was soon brought to the Xavier Institute and vowed to use his newfound abilities to fight the horrors he had seen in his own neighborhood.

General History: Born and raised in Baltimore, Oshea never had an easy life. While both of his parents were present in his life, his father worked two jobs and his mother worked as a babysitter at night. For much of his adolescence, Oshea was alone and could have easily shared the fate of many of his peers: in jail, addicted to drugs, or dead. He pre-occupied himself with the arts: reading, writing, painting, music. These all served as suitable outlets for him to express himself in ways less nefarious than the streets. It was in this that Oshea developed a strong independence and reliance on himself.

He grew up fast and learned to provide for himself from an early age. Nights where neither of his parents were home he would prowl Baltimore on the hunt for any scraps of food he could find, often posing as a hobo in hopes of garnishing the sympathy of the occasional well-to-do patron on the finer side of Baltimore where project buildings gave way to high-rises and nice cars. It was this trickery that honed Oshea's skills as a hustler and master of deception. With what food and loose change he could hustle from some charitable soul, Oshea would bought more art supplies to further his craft. He graduated from painting on canvas to painting murals, from writing poetry to performing it locally. He became somewhat of a recognizable face around his neighborhood and was one of few kids to rise above circumstances given to him.

He was certainly not infallible. What little fame he garnered from his art also gained him enemies. He spent many days defending himself from bullies and kids from rival neighborhoods. As such, he used the few hundred dollars he got from the poetry slams to fund boxing lessons for himself at a local gym. It was there that he learned to strike, defend, maneuver, and knock-out the finest amateurs in his neighborhood. For a time (before he attended Xavier's) he turned semi-pro, and had five total fights in which he went 3-2. A nasty head injury from his final fight marked his retirement from amateur boxing, though he has yet to put down the gloves completely.

Since he has been at Xavier's, he has developed a bond with many of the newer and incoming students and often offers advice and guidance to them. He especially tries to mentor the kids who come from disadvantageous backgrounds much like himself. Recently, he was invited to join the resident X-Men team as part of its new generation of young mutants and he vows to use his powers alongside his peers to bring peace to the world at large. Oshea is determined to someday become a teacher at the Institute and he also hopes one day to have a comic book penned after him. Most of all, Oshea wants to serve as a hero worthy of the title and serve as someone kids can look up to much like Oshea did when he was young.

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Extras
Character Quote: "I just run 'til I can't run anymore."
Theme Song: Army of the Godz
Anything Else: Bishop. Create-A-Superhero 2

*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy. I acknowledge that I can and will be removed from the RP without warning if I break a rule or cause problems with my fellow Rpers or the GM.

[User]
Damon Fawkes
Damon watched Carolina stand after he hefted her up with ease. He noted the blushing, but had no idea why she was blushing. Was the situation that embarrassing? He had no idea and it was confusing to him. He awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck at the thanks and shrugged in response, though his sleeve probably moved showing more of the dragon tattoo on his arm. A tattoo that was probably still coiling around him with an odd lively sort of energy. He was clearly not going to be saying much now. He pulled his hand away and tried not to look too awkward.

Damon gave a slight nod at the introduction. He inhaled and decided to introduce himself back...it was only polite. "Damon Fawkes" He looked at her hand before taking it and shaking it. He then released it and dropped the hand. He wondered how much social interaction he could handle. Probably not a ton today.

[Assistant]
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Ayita Dyrkin

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Location Hanson Power Plant
{"Oh, my. Live prey."}

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Ayita had not gone more than a handful of feet before her now alert senses caught sight of Oshea coming from the direction she was intending to head in. The shortest route away from this girl and people in general had turned into the route that was sure to have her run into people. The amber eyes woman bit back a snarl. Oshea was not deserving of that. She was merely on edge after having been startled, something she rather disliked.

Taking a glance back to see if that route was clear yet, noting Damon's lack of words. He wasn't one to talk much she had noted. Not to the level she was, but someone who wasn't so involved with incessant chatter of the school was nice to be around. Glancing at the speedster, she did wonder what he had to say. Her wound was definitely on the mend. Still it was scabbed over, bound up in bandages and healing secretly. Oshea, however, was slower than usual. The predator inside of her noted this, and saw a wounded bit of prey. Not to eat. She was sated, and had no desire for that. But to stalk, pounce and bat about. Slowly, she moved adjusting herself to more fully see and move towards Oshea. Her steps becoming a slink as she felt her body tense for the pounce. Ayita swore she had the phantom limb of a tail twitching back and forth. Watching Oshea with a oddly interested look, completely out of character for her.

[User]
"Predator, prey--ain't no real difference when they both locked in a cage."

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Location: Xavier's Mansion

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A feeling always crept over him when he felt he was being watched. Most of the time it was just his paranoia, but he grew up around predators who knew how to thrive in broad daylight, those who stalked city streets with the most evil intentions dressed in modern lingo and deed: hustlers, boosters, drug dealers, pimps. The skin of Man and the skin of beast blend together too well. He approached the group with a steady pace, only to be swarmed by the same sensation as before; it grew stronger with each step until he saw whose eyes had been stalking him the whole time. Either Ayita was truly apex or he was beginning to lose his mind; how could he hardly manage to spot her though she was right in front of him? Maybe he was beginning to a step in more ways than he imagined before.

His thoughts tensed as he drew closer to the shifter; it didn't take him long to see what was present in her eyes--the Hunt. She was stalking him! It was no literal stalking of course, in his present state she could surely capture him if she wished; this was to be a strategic exchange. Oshea knew he could make no erroneous moves here and each word he chose had to be the right ones, or she would shut him out completely--and frankly, he was tired of everyone avoiding him for whatever reason. If all of Oshea's dalliance in books of war taught him anything, it was this: in dealing with the quietest of friends--or enemies--it was best to invite them in. The prey can lure the predator if it makes itself appear weak. He was excited, perhaps too excited, to engage in this game of tug-of-war he had been constructing in his mind.

How am I gone start? She look like she's starin' into my damn soul, bro.
"Start with the weather", his conscious replied to itself.
Lame shit. Need something she might be interested in.
"She hates everybody, son. She prolly ain't even got no interests." his conscious retorted once more,
You wildin', I got this; got suhn perfect.

"Ayita! Aye! You know, I never got to say thanks for savin' me an' all that. The wolf thing was nice, you know? You did real good out there--better than me, shit. Hah!"

Too light? Maybe too light. Try for somethin' more direct next time. Don't seem like she enjoy small talk.


[System]
GENDER :Female
SEXUALITY :Bisexuality
AGE :16
YEAR :6th
HOUSE :Ravenclaw
BLOODSTATUS :Muggle/Squib

IN DEPTH INFORMATION

APPEARENCE Megan is a petite girl standing barely five foot in height and weighs about ninety-two pounds. She is a strong believer in regular exercise and engages in gymnastics to keep herself fit concentrating on floor exercises and uneven-parallel bars which as one expects gives her a very tight muscled frame.
Her hair and sometimes even her eyes shift color so often sometimes she forgets her own original color; it's length and style is also in constant transition changing as often as three to five times a day.
She wears glasses almost all the time her favorite frame style cat's eye and range from simple black to sparkling works of art.
PERSONALITY : Megan is an openly friendly girl who loves to get people to talk about themselves but rarely exposes any real details about herself.
She is a inquisitive personality bordering on nosey loving to dig into the details of any subject or person that catches her interest and as a lover of facts strives to never speak about any subject that she doesn't know enough about. Another facet of her love of facts means that she dislikes telling lies or hearing them.
Megan dislikes anyone who seeks to use power against the powerless and will risk injury or trouble seeking to see justice done using her skill at journalism as her best weapon or her expansive knowledge of legal codes both Magical an Muggle to see justice done.
HISTORY :Megan was born to the Hannover / Sprites as an only child. Her mom is a Barrister of the The Honourable Society of the Inner Temple and a much sought after scholar of law named Dame Winifred Hanover Her father Albert Hamilton Sprite is an artist and a Squib of the pure blood Sprite family who is more well known for his handsome appearance than his art which many say is why his wife married him.

Raised in the affluent neighborhood of Hyde Park Megan went to the finest local private Academy from the age of four till at ten when she began to exhibit magical talent.

It all happened when she discovered her deceased aunt Livonia's wand while exploring the Sprite ancestral home and aunt Liv's ghost as well which greatly concerned the family and proved to have a natural gift with Transfiguration spells. (Aunt Livonia was a renowned Transfigurist and is thought to be the reason Muggle associated witches with turning the luckless to toads)

Since the day she and her aunt discovered one another Megan has had the odd ghost as a personal mentor an confessor an they are often seen together engaged in deep conversation. Many in the Sprite family have viewed the return of Livonia's ghost with mixed feelings; some hoping the ghost will reveal the location of her fortune and others fearing that she's grooming Megan to assume the position of family Matriarch.

MAGIC

WAND :
Birch 10 3/4" Gold 16 gage wire enhancement with a Vella hair core

Artificer unknown
BOGGART : A horde of Frogs an Toads
Megan discovered this odd little fear the day she first touched her wand and accidently transfigured a nest of bees into the slimy creatures an being covered in them. (It isn't just her Boggart but a reoccurring nightmare where she is pursued by an angry horde of toads an frogs who are the vengeful spirits of the transfigured seeking revenge and may be a transfered fear of her aunt's)
PATRONUS :
TALENT :Transfiguration Prodigy
Incarcerous
Megan's Mastery of this binding spell is so complete that when she casts it the effect is almost as fast as the eye can perceive. It's appearance is that of heavy ropes which are snow white in color.
WEAKNESS : Herbiology
Megan is cursed by a brown thumb having no luck at all no matter how attentive in keeping any plant she's associated with alive.

OTHER

PET :
Chauncy has been Megan's pet for three years now and lives with her parents while she is at school. Now a full grown male of his breed Chauncy weighs well over two hundred an fifty pounds and is a frightening sight for many visitors to the Hyde Park home of the Hanover / Sprites. He loves and protects all those of the house but adores his young mistress with sometimes destructive enthusiasm. He is for obvious reasons unafraid of ghosts and even seems to be able to sense their presence and track them.

EXTRA :
Aunt Livonia was last seen alive about 900 years ago and at that time despite appearances was over 300 years old. She was at the time one of the most feared of Witches in the known world and a wanted criminal by the powers that be. (Some in the Sprite family believe it was because Liv had discovered a powerful transfiguration spell that could grant immortality.)
In any case information about this powerful witch is either hidden, sealed away or simply lost so it is all speculation.
Livonia for reasons she has yet to reveal has taken a great interest in her niece and because she is fettered to her former wand is always wherever Megan is. This was at first a bit frightening to Meg but over time has become so normal that Livonia's absence is now more concerning.

[User]
NAME :Megan Emmeline Arcadia Hanover / Sprite
GENDER :Female
SEXUALITY :Bisexuality
AGE :16
YEAR :6th
HOUSE :Ravenclaw
BLOODSTATUS :Muggle/Squib
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Megan put away her things once she heard the final whistle preferring to spend the trip from station to school relaxing which seemed like an easy task considering that she was alone in the compartment.

So using a spell she transformed the bench she sat on into a lounge covered in blue and bronze fabric cushions on which she lay back and started a bit of music to listen to. Then she waited for the trolley to buy a snack from as she listened to some music.

[Assistant]
Elliot Forrester

Elliot listened to Emira talk to him about quidditch. He laughed a little at the slightly dark sentence Emira told him, "All bludgers aimed in the general direction of your face or body aren't meant to kill you. Just maybe maim or seriously injure you."

Elliot replied with, "No, there's no hard feelings." Elliot smiled at her and continued, "You weren't the first person who's tried to take my head off with a bludger and I don't think you'll be the last." He took a few seconds to think back to one of his first games, "In my third year, I remember someone from Ravenclaw catching me in the shoulder and knocking me off my broom, I didn't really remember the next two weeks." Elliot took a few more seconds and shook his head laughing. "To be honest our captain left, so it's going to be hard to get back to our best. Hopefully I'll be chosen to become the captain!"

Before Emira could reply another girl walked into the carriage, she was in the same year as Elliot but he'd never really spoken to her before, she introduced herself as Aly. Elliot simply just smiled at her and said, " I'm Elliot. Are you alright?" She took a seat next to Emira, getting herself comfy.

A few moments later Emira started rummaging around her bag and pulled out some candies and told everyone. "So… who wants to be a guinea pig?"

Elliot was very intrigued on what she wanted people for guinea pigs for, "Why not? Might as well try something new." He held out his hand, smiling childishly.

[User]
Oliver Rivers

Elvenqueen@Ceta de Cloyes

Oliver began chattering, attempting to answer their questions, though unsuccessfully. In times like these he wished his animagus form was a parrot or some other animal that could talk, or at least convey a message. This form had its perks to but really none of them would really be that helpful until he graduated. For now it seemed he would just have to turn back into his human form.

The raptor shook, it's feather shedding and turning to dust before vanishing entirely. After a short time Oliver, the human, sat in its place. A few feathers still clung in his hair as he grinned at his friends. "Its a Bearded vulture." he concluded simply. "Actaully transforming did take very long to learn, all the animagus theory and rules are what take the longest. It only took me about a month to really get the hang of it." really he was still trying to work out the transformation bit, it never felt quite right, not to mention that he'd not figured out how to fly yet.

"Raptors are like big lizards, Muggles are scared they'll come back from the dead and eat them or something. It's really weird." he said casually, "My mom used to love muggle films about things like that-"

Suddenly the lights went out and the entire train was cloaked into darkness. Screams could be heard from rooms nearby as younger students were plunged into terror. "lumos"Oliver whispered as he crept toward the door, his wand glowing softly. footsteps could barely be heard over the noise, thudding down the corridor until the last scream stopped.

All ears were met with a strange silence. Peering around he caught sight of a small square of paper near his foot. He examined the cars flipping it over as he picked it up. Squinting he could just barely make out the golden lettering "Dearest students of Hogwarts," he stuttered, struggling to make out the words in the dim light. "if you endeavor to join our cause come to the shrieking shack on the first visit to Hogsmead. All will be explained there." He paused for a moment in disbelief. "signed the Cloaks"

Raising his wand from the paper he looked towards his friends questioningly.

[Assistant]
@Ceta de Cloyes
Melanie Ariana Stryder

Melanie froze in place, her next question about Animagus cut off as suddenly the lights went out, whipping out her wand quickly before her brain could process any other reaction. She heard angry hisses coming from Kindle, who was curled up in the carrier on the seat beside her. Melanie hastily whispered a few soothing words to the serpent, careful to make sure the other two students in the compartment wouldn't overhear her. Finally able to think straight, she thought about conjoring a little light and trying to see what was going on exactly, that would make the younger students scream so much.

 But it seemed Oliver had beat her to it, the Slythering squinting in the dim light cast by his lumos charm as he read from the piece of paper he had found. Unimpressed, Melanie stowed her wand back in her jeans pocket and settled her hands on her hips as she huffed loudly.
 "They put all the lights out just for that?! Why not just charm them into little birds and fly them through the windows or something?" the methods seemed awfully suspicious for a witch and wizard movement that proclaimed to believe magic should be more openly used.

That wasn't to say, of course, that the Slytherin sixth year wasn't considering going. After all, despite what had happened to her father-an accident, her mother claimed, that the Cloaks were responsible for-she couldn't deny she was curious to find out more about their motives. A small voice in the back of her head warned her to listen to her mother's warning, but since when was Melanie Stryder known for thinking before doing things?

She looked across at Mike and Oliver warily.
"What do you guys think? You gonna go?

[User]
NAME :Megan Emmeline Arcadia Hanover / Sprite
GENDER :Female
SEXUALITY :Bisexuality
AGE :16
YEAR :6th
HOUSE :Ravenclaw
BLOODSTATUS :Muggle/Squib
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Megan was leaned back her eyes closed and listing to music with the lights went out and might have even been completely unaware of the event if not for Aunt Livonia.

"Megan! Your attention please" hissed the witches ghost that had haunted her since she was barely 10 years old

"Lumos!" urged Meg with an annoyed expression.

Not one to allow emotion to rule logic the young Miss Sprite surveyed the scene around herself before committing an action.

The at the base of the compartment door was a small square of paper which she retrieved without touching it.

"Wingardium Leviosa!" she commanded causing it to flutter into the air and unfold it's self

"Dearest students of Hogwarts if you endeavor to join our cause come to the shrieking shack on the first visit to Hogsmead. All will be explained there."

It was an odd note and an even stranger delivery method and it was signed "The Cloaks" which caused Megan to smile.

She'd been privy to a bit of information on a new band of magic folk who held an odd belief which was as yet only speculation and a chance to Banish speculation with fact made her spirit soar.

So once she had put away the evidence Megan left her compartment to explore the train and investigate how far reaching this thing went


[System]
*Universe: Super Mario
*Appearance:
*Personality: If there's one thing that Donkey Kong undeniably loves, it's bananas. Donkey Kong adamantly adores bananas, and will stop at nothing to protect the Kong family's banana hoard and the beautiful island on which the animals run free... and the bananas grow sweet. DK is a heroic ape, though sometimes his hypos get up and this is when he gets in a bit of trouble with Mario; he is a passionate gorilla and as such would often kidnap Pauline much like his grandfather did. Outside of trouble, Donkey Kong is laid-back, choosing to chill in his treehouse hammock with his pal Diddy Kong.
*Powers/Skills: The first member of the DK Crew, Donkey Kong is bigger, faster, and stronger too. Donkey Kong can pick up and throw heavy objects due to his gorilla strength. DK is agile and can swing through trees, roll on the ground, and run quickly, while still maintaining a high degree of power.

In terms of offensive skills, Donkey Kong relies on brute force, preferring to punish his foes with his fists if diplomacy goes down the drain. Though from long-range, he will pick up the nearest heavy object and throw it; traditionally this has been barrels.
*Brief Bio: Donkey Kong, Jr., more widely-known as Donkey Kong, is the grandson of the original Donkey Kong, now known as the elder Cranky Kong. (Try not to think of the time too much; this is Mario World.) Donkey Kong is the hero and leader of Donkey Kong Island, and an adventurous spirit. If he is hurt, he is angry, and seeks justice through his own means. Usually, DK Island is plagued by the attacks of King K. Rool and his Kremling kronies, but DK and his buddies always rise to the challenge and drive off the Kremling Krew's nefarious schemes. Lately, Donkey Kong Island has nearly fallen to two other fearsome foes: the Tiki Tak Tribe, a gang of sentient tribal instruments who wanted to take over DK Island, and the Snowmads, a gang of Antarctic Viking warrior-animals who also wanted to take over DK Island. Both times, DK drove them off. Often, DK would be invited to participate in Mario's various sports tournaments; despite DK's occasional mischief, there seems to be no bad blood between them. The mighty Kong is quite a match in tennis, kart-racing, baseball, and other sports. After the Snowmad incident, DK thought that he would finally have some time to relax, but soon after, he found himself whisked away from Donkey Kong Island...
*Equipment: His coconut gun, which can fire in spurts. If he shoots ya, it's gonna hurt.
*Others: I'd shower you with coconut cream pies.

[User]
Garie - Yellow Flag

The Autoscorer had wandered a bit around after her first encounter, confirming that the memories she had gotten weren't faulty or anything like that. With the situation she was in, she could take no chances. And as well, she wanted to confirm that all the damage from the fight she had been in was repaired, which it seemed to be. That would certainly make things easier for her, and with it confirmed she moved on.

But at the same time, she was taking what she could from those memories. Important people, places, things like that. And she found one, ironically near where she was at the moment. A woman, scarred, with a military coat, who seemed to be important in some regard. Well, it couldn't hurt to meet the powerful people, see if any could promise as good a time as SONG did.

So she walked on, moving down the street at a good clip as she headed towards her destination. She knew it like the back of her hand, though it was still obvious that she was not a native, but that wouldn't be a problem as she at last arrived at where she had been aiming for. Time to meet this person.

Stepping inside, she found some sort of armed conflict going on already, involving the person she had come to see. "Well now, isn't this interesting," she noted to herself as she took up a position against the wall,suitably posed, to watch. It promised to be more than a bit amusing.

[Assistant]
Filia – Mahora Grounds

Still upbeat, Filia accepted Donkey Kong's banana and began to peel it. Almost without thinking she took a big bite, then broke off a piece and inexplicably pushed it beneath her hat. After the ape's introduction the focus passed to the enormous man, whose uncanny stature combined with a spotless and official yet distinctly unnerving appearance filled Filia with an acute sense of dread. This only heightened when he began to talk, speaking in a downright goofy voice and some how stretching his head while he was at it. The only possible explanation in her mind was that this Faust, too, hosted a grotesque and powerful parasite. If so, he didn't deserve her fear, but her sympathy. To her knowledge, Filia was one of the luckier ones. While she didn't trust Faust at all, as was prudent with any parasite-host duo, she did acknowledge his attempt to be cordial, and offered in return her hospitality. "Well, that's okay. It's only a matter of time. Nice to meet you too!" She took Faust's hand.

Meanwhile, more people were arriving. Filia was so preoccupied with sizing them up that she didn't notice Krieg's meltdown until he'd already pulled the trigger, and the ensuing clamor scared Filia badly. She leaped backward, yelping, and her hat ejected from her head. With all eyes on Krieg, though, Samson almost certainly escaped anyone's notice as he grabbed the flying hat with tendrils of hair and pulled it back on. Though the chaos, Filia managed to take note of Reimu, but the middle of a potential problem wasn't the right time to say hi and answer her question.

A moment later, another new arrival to the scene straight-up attacked Krieg to subdue the perceived threat. While nearly anyone was preferably to a masked psycho with a slew of weapons at his zany fingertips, the merciless and obviously supernatural precision and brutality with which Ranma dealt with Krieg made her think twice about immediately thinking of him as an ally. Though she winced, Filia failed to flinch or otherwise recoil, hinting that while she appeared to be one of the most mundane ones here, she in fact had experience with the strange and dangerous. Over the last few weeks, Filia had repeatedly found out the truth behind Samson's words: Trust nobody, 'specially not the ones that look trustworthy. And yet, it was this warlike peacekeeper that suggested moving elsewhere to find answers. Though Filia had been thinking about mentioning the possibility of asking the locals, she hadn't found the right moment to slip her suggestion into the general tumult of questions and introductions.

Therefore, despite her misgivings, Filia found herself agreeing with Ranma. "Food sounds good. Some kind of clue would be even better. It looks like none of us really know what's going on, so asking the city folk might be a good way to start." Confidently, she began to walk in the direction of the cable cars.

"Careful, kid. These people are way dangerous. I can smell 'em. You feel threatened at all, I'll come out swingin'." A gruff whisper came from beneath her cap. Filia could tell, however, that he'd liked the banana, and only now realized that she might have given him away. "Alright, I will."

DIO – Hotel California

"Absolutely...adequate."

In a short span of time, every window of the penthouse suite had been boarded up, shuttered, draped, or otherwise sealed against the eventual glowering sun. This had been performed by a miniature legion of followers eager to gain their master's favor. A lair not impervious to those beauteous but searing rays did not meet the standards of a vampire, particularly one whose only unconditional weakness was ultraviolet radiation. The status of the windows, however good, was not what DIO now referred to.

Giggling faintly, as if breathing her last, the drained body of the hotel's secretary fell to the plush carpet. No matter how hard one searched, they would not find a mark upon her, but all the same her blood and her body were now separated. DIO ran a finger gently across the scar that marked the point where his head met the body of Jonathan Joestar. Once DIO's greatest foe, Jonathan had seemingly beaten DIO all those years ago, only to be killed and his body stolen by the vampire he'd sworn to destroy. Much blood was needed to make the body totally DIO's, but the essence of everyday humans proved so dull and tasteless. It would help, but it would not satisfy.

Sighing, DIO watched as the body of the secretary began to fill back up. In no time at all, she'd returned to normal, with only a few minor exceptions. Her skin was pale, her irises red, her canines lengthened, and her mind DIO's, now and forever. What before was an ordinary human, having willingly given herself to the vampire, was now his spawn. Of course, vampire spawn lacked the power of real vampires, having been born of vampiric essence rather than the sting of a Stone Mask, but otherwise they were similar. And now, DIO had twenty-nine of them. "There we go. My gifts have been given. Power, life, security...peace of mind. Humans desire nothing more. It is time for you, ladies and gentlemen, to return the favor. Tell me about this place." He reclined leisurely upon a sublime sofa and listened.

A short time later, thanks to the combined efforts of all the spawn, DIO had a fairly accurate picture of the City, if not the reasons why he'd been brought here in the first place. "I see. Miss, might I ask another favor of you? Please gather the staff of this place and bring them to me, then close the hotel. As of today, this lovely establishment is under new management. There's going to be some remodeling, reorganization, and so forth. I know I can count on you."

[User]
Kino was perplexed for a few moments when she was given the banana. Not that she would complain about being given food for free, but it was still rather surprising, especially after she had been patted on the head like that. It wasn't something she was used to. She quickly slipped the banana into one of the packs on Hermes, who was currently rather perplexed about being granted his own banana, as well as the one that had been set on his seat. It was about then that she heard the explosives woosh overhead, and detonate far too close. The motion that followed was smooth, flowing almost elegantly. In a flash the small girl's hand had found her hip, wrapped its fingers around the Cannon, and drew it in an instant. All of this happened in an instant, and the revolver was drawn equally as quickly and immediately trained on their origin, the mad masked man.

Just as he was tackled to the ground by a boy in red. For a few moments Kino was silent, but as it seemed to have worked quite well in subduing the man she lowered her weapon and holstered it.

"Would you have shot him even though he missed, if that guy didn't tackle him, Kino?" Hermes asked.

When Kino replied, her voice was calm and collected. It was not a sarcastic comment, simply an honest one.

"What do you think, Hermes?"

After a moment's pause, the motorrad made his own response.

"Oh, I see."

Kino turned towards the directly the smell came from. It... did smell like food, certainly, and there appeared to be some kind of train cars there... That seemed to be the best option, for now, that's all she could say for sure.

Taking both of Hermes' handlebars in her hands, she turned the motorrad to face the cars, and quietly began to head towards them.

[Assistant]
Donkey Kong, upon hearing the shots, ducked and quickly threw his palms over his head. THIS DOES NOT EXPAND DONG.

He stared up at Krieg, with a look that seemed to say, "Why would you do that?"

At once, Krieg was assaulted by Ranma and Kino, leaving Donkey Kong confused, and sniffing the air. He smelled spices, salt, and cooking oil, but he didn't smell bananas. Nonetheless, he was curious, and therefore, as Ranma subdued Krieg, Donkey Kong turned his head towards the train cars. Just in time, too, for Ranma to point them out.

In turning his head, however, he noted that Filia had broken off a chunk of the banana and put it under her hat. Eh? This wasn't a common practice for Kongs; perhaps it was some ritual of man, or some cosmetic application that would leave their hair shiny and lustrous. Donkey Kong resolved to try it himself when he got the chance.

Donkey Kong liked that prospect; he was, indeed, quite befuddled with the prospect of being pulled from his home on Donkey Kong Island. And so he plodded towards the train cars, unconsciously licking his chops and wondering how those scents would mingle with the taste of banana.


[System]
ROWAN
ORTHIAN
"I'M ALWAYS LANDING ON MY FEET"
Race/Species: Orthian

Age: 19

Appearance: The first thing you'd notice is her freakishly spiky, long, grey-blue hair. It reaches down almost to her knees and it always sticks up at odd angles. It's like she doesn't own a hairbrush (which she does). The second most intriguing thing is her fiery orange eyes. They're bright and always curious, and very reflective. Then there's the freckles, dusted everywhere along her body. She's slim and fit, long legs and tanned skin, a few scars from run-ins with work tools, but otherwise untouched.

Height: 5' 8"

Weight: 117 lbs

Eye color: Bright orange

Hair color: Grey-Blue

Medical History: Deathly allergic to peanuts

Bio: Rowan's parents were not exactly award winners. In fact, she doesn't remember most of her childhood because her brain has twisted everything. Her father was a prostitute to bring in extra money and her mother was a whore who taught her that sex is how you win love. As a consequence, her very best friend has been scarred as well.
At the age of 13, she chose her life companion; a calico-coloured equinoc she named Buttons.

Personality: Rowan is bubbly and bright all the time. She can be considered quite loud and obnoxious to some, but most find her endearing.

Attitude: She tries to look on the brightside, and ignores situations that don't have one. She likes happy things, rainbows, stuff like that.

Languages: English

BUTTONS
EQUINOC
"CLOP"
Name: Buttons

Race/Species: Equinoc

Age: 6, almost 7

Appearance: Big, stocky, quadrupedal animal with a long, soft snout and huge, flat feet. They're designed for walking on sand. They have long tails with a tuft at the end to ward off flies and their ears are small, close to the head.

Height/Length: 15 hands (60 inches from the ground to the top of the back)

Weight: 1,100 lbs

Eye color: Brown

Hair/Fur color: Calico

Medical History: None

Bio: She has been with Rowan since she was born and thinks that Rowan is her mother.

Personality: Peppy

MADDOX
SHADOW KIN
"IS THERE PEANUT BUTTER?"
Name: Marridox Shiva Clemente (nicknames; Maddox, Maddy, Buddy, Big Guy

Race/Species: Shadow Kin (but he doesn't know that, he think he's Orthian)

Age: 21 (5 ¼ in Shadow Kin years)

Appearance: Maddox is a really big guy. He has natural muscle from working on farms his whole life and he stands well above most of his colleagues. His skin is tanned with plenty of scarring. He's calloused on his feet because he hates shoes so he never wears them. His ears are incredibly big and impossible to hide in his shaggy hair.

Height/Length: 6' 6"

Weight: 295 lbs

Eye color: Sea green

Hair color: Dark Brown

Medical History: Lactose intolerant

Bio: He was abandoned as a baby and has no idea who his real parents are. Rowan found him when they were tiny and they have been inseparable ever since.
At the age of 13, he decided not to chose a life companion.

Personality: Maddox is genuine and kind, but can also be a bit sarcastic. He's friendly and mostly against violence, but he does have a very dark side to him.

Attitude: He's adventurous and always looking to try new things.

Languages: English

XYWYN
SHIELDFIN NOBLE
"CARRY ON"
Name: Xywyn

Race/Species: Dragon; Shieldfin Noble

Age: 457 years

Appearance: This dragon's thick scales are plum-colored, shading to darker towards its hindquarters and getting finer and less thick on its underbelly. It has a stocky body. This dragon has short, thick limbs with three closely-mounted digits on each foot. It has small wings. This dragon's head is narrow. It has deep-set eyes. This dragon has large, frilled ears. A mane of bony spikes sprout from the back of its head.

Height/Length: 10' tall and 12' long with a 16' wingspan

Weight: 3,200 lbs

Eye color: White

Scale color: Plum

Medical History: None

Bio: N/A

Personality: Xywyn is snarky and has a big attitude, but she can be a great leader in important situations.

Attitude: "Who cares what happens if it's not to me?"

Languages: English and Draconian

[User]
It was hot, even for the early morning, and spots like this were so rare that for a moment she thought she was seeing things. Still, Rowan picked up the pace, digging her heels into Buttons' sides and shifting in her seat atop the animal. They both took a long-needed plunge as Buttons sank belly deep in clear, cold water. Rowan squealed as it splashed up around her, soaking her thighs and belly. She swung her leg over the creature's back and slid off easily, hands raised in the air as she sank to her knees in the crystal liquid. She opened her eyes once under the surface, cheeks puffed out with air and crazy hair swirling about her in the disturbed water. This was such a nice change from the sand of the surrounding dessert, which still itched in places she didn't know she had. Buttons stamped a foot and Rowan resurfaced with an extravagant whip of her hair over her shoulders. She grinned and looked down at herself as she stood, glancing over her shoulder briefly. She was reflected rather beautifully on the shiny surface, shaking out her hair and smiling seductively at herself. Buttons snorted.

"Why can't you wait?" a gruff voice behind her said. She turned to see a very lean, very tall, man doubled over trying to catch his breath. He'd obviously ran here. Sweat dripped profusely from his forehead and nose, hair as soaked as her own. He lacked a shirt, which she wasn't at all complaining about, but his trousers were dark with sweat and other stains. "Come in the water, Maddy," Rowan sighed gently, a patient smirk on her face. Maddox gave a single nod and fell to his knees beside the pool. He splashed it in his face a few times before pausing to catch his breath and grin up at his friend, "I went longer today."

[Assistant]
"Hey! No fair!" the boy called after his companion as the cat shot across the sand. The muscular animal was prone to playing games with his familiar, liked to test his limits for all it was worth. Clutched, gently, in the feline's jaws was one wooden crutch, long and ridiculous, it made him resemble a playful dog with a stick nonetheless. Just as Erlyn would come close enough, the animal would be nothing but a blur across the sand and he'd have to quickly limp his way after him. Games like these usually ended in the boy being exhausted and the cat being delighted, the animal loved to make him exalt much more energy than he ever meant to. Leaping carefully across the sand, the animal growled with enthusiasm and bolted forward just as Erlyn made a grab for his other crutch. He watched in defeat, the cat bounding across the sand and purring loudly, he would have barely been able to see him at all if he wasn't so bulky. His coat was a constantly moving patch of sand and his eyes were nothing but golden coins that had been lost in the depths.

"Wait up, you big oaf of a beast! I'll skin you for your coat and sell it to the locals!" the threat was lame, the animal didn't seem to believe him at all when it rolled over on it's back and started to kick the crutch, battering it with his hind paws. Getting to the cat was winding, even for the farm boy, collapsing dramatically beside the beast. He reached over and grabbed the crutch from him, tossing it in the sand beside the other one. He lied there beside the purring animal in the blazing heat, his arm winding around it's shoulders and his nose pressing to it's neck. The cat squirmed in the sand, rubbing his back into the heat and sprawling there. "You're a huge jerk."

The cat made a soft chrring noise and rolled to his paws, shaking out his coat and spraying sand in every direction. Making a face, Erlyn grabbed ahold of his back and pulled himself up on his good leg, taking the crutches and getting a good look around. "Now where in the world have you dropped us, huh? Sand, sand, and wait! A huge terrifying cat! More sand." running his hand along Koeniv's head, he began to make his way forward. The place was normal for the desert, unexciting and full of sand. Whistling under his breath, he took another look around and shook his head. "I don't see why you dragged me out here, Ko. I don't see a soul. Or anything worth looking into. Do you smell anything? Something buried beneath pounds of sand, perhaps?"

Koeniv almost seemed to sigh, the animal pressing against his good leg and walking forward. He always knew exactly where to go but sometimes he brought him places just to watch him struggle for awhile before deciding to go home. He'd found a lot of things because of Koeniv, underground caverns, abandoned farm land, a pool of water or two. Koeniv knew exactly what he was looking before but sometimes the cat just liked to mess with him to keep things interesting. "Ko, what am I looking for? Should I dig? I suck at digging with my hands, everything just fills back in and sometimes I hit water and that's really not what I'm looking for today, Ko."

[User]
Along the valley floor between two mountains laid a beautiful, sunny, and breezy meadow that had found and caught the eye of two travelers. Two travelers that had tried and tried again to get away from home. It was the aching heart along with the feeling of deep pitted regret that they even stepped so much as an inch out of touch with those that had been so close to them. Placing anxiety in their chest to head home at once. This time, like all the other times before, they had gotten 5 miles from the last time that they tried. Closer and closer they got to that place in their minds that would make it seem like this was a good idea. To have it so they never looked over their shoulders at what they were going to leave behind to see what was really out there in the world. Living a sheltered life had made the young girl curious. It excited her while scaring her that something might happen to her or her companion with no one to know if she would be alright. This was her moment to prove that she could go out there and do what she had been wanting to do this whole time. Even if it took her all day, she was determined not to go home.

That is how she had stopped in the meadow. All those thoughts came up all at once and choked her to the point where she forcefully caused a very abrupt landing from her companion. It had only meant to be a few minutes so that she could breath, to think straight and move on to the next mile. To at least make it further than they had any other day before today. A few minutes turned into an hour, an hour turned into two. The young girl's mind kept playing tricks with her in wanting to go home that she did everything she could think of to keep herself busy. With so much going on in her mind, she did the only thing that she could think of that would keep her from having a severe panic attack. Having wound up making flower crowns while her companion curled up behind her. Now, on the third hour, both were passed out with the young girls head resting on the belly of the giant beast that was her life companion.

[Assistant]
Rowan let out an amused little chuckle, patting Buttons' neck when she rested her big head on her shoulder. "I know," she purred affectionately, reaching her arm out towards the big guy. He leaned forward to take her outstretched hand and let out a yelp as she tugged him into the water head first. He splashed around for a moment before resurfacing and spitting water in her direction. She was laughing, the tease, and remounting Buttons to take off again. "I just got a rest!" Maddox whined, leaning on the bank. Rowan shrugged, kicking her feet and pulling back on the equinoc's ears so she reared.

Maddox had to admit that his friend was attractive. She was like a bright ball of sunshine in an otherwise dismal plane. Her face screwed up in laughter, eyes squeezed shut, insane hair whipping about. Maddox had never been more in love. Although, he knew little about that feeling. He didn't think what he had with Rowan was a romantic type of love, either, but he'd never felt that, so he couldn't tell. The first time he felt anything for anyone other than Rowan, she had so strongly discouraged him that he dismissed it every time. Though women were beautiful and he was no virgin, he was slightly confused as to whether he was allowed to liked them or not.

"Are you coming?" Rowan broke his train of thought as she slowed her steed to a trot. Maddox chuckled, sloshing out of the pool and shaking his hair out before taking off after them. This was their morning routine: get up before dawn, eat a not-so-nourishing breakfast of beans and potatoes (and peanut butter, in Maddy's case), and exercise before work. They still had hours before they needed to be anywhere, and Rowan liked to keep her friend in shape. He would run behind while she rode Buttons to random destinations. Today had been an oasis, which they would probably never find again.