[System]
Race: Human
Position: not yet known
Age: 19
Personality: Kind but withdrawn. She tends to trust people a little too quickly and tries to attribute good to them even if there is no basis for it. Since she is blind she enjoys anything and everything she can, especially music and food. She even enjoys feeling different textures and smelling different smells. Her favorite scents are sandalwood and honeysuckle and anyone who offers her strawberries is instantly her friend.
When she gets angry she doesn't yell, although her quiet reproof makes you wish she would.
Background: Jessalyn was born blind in a family of twelve children, so they had very little money and attention to go around. Her father treated her like couldn't do anything for herself and her mother either kept her in the house, never letting her go outside to play with the others or even go to school. Her brothers and sisters pretended like she wasn't there most of the time, being jealous of her.
Finally she got a scholarship at nineteen to go to collage. It was a battle and a half to get her parents to allow her to go but they finally conceded only after the university offered to provide her with a seeing eye dog under the stipulation she would bring him to schools in the area for demonstrations.

Jessalyn's seeing eye dog :

Name : Lysander
Age: 5

[User]
Feoras watches as Lyra slowly falls asleep. He gives a small smile before gently picking her up and taking her to her room. He gently laid her down in her bed and tucks her in. He softly closes the door and then heads back to the room with the woman he saved. He gently knocks on the door before entering. "Hello" he leans in the doorway and studies her.
Nikki sees this look and teleports out of there.
Solstice

[Assistant] Aisling hesitated. Something from him would be useful, but what would be the price? She knew there would be no good if this Fae sought to turn her upon Falk or if she fell indebted to Lost. It was jut the game of the Fae. Quid pro qou. Green eyes glanced away as she continued on her way. Reluctant to ask, reluctant to go. She wished to seek out the girl and give her the gift as she had been bid. Well, in all seriousness, ordred would be a better term. Ordered with name and impatient tap. Something Falk rarely did. "What have I to offer? I am but a servant and a human. My music is poor to your ears and my life a petty thing."

[User] Songstress had just set her drink down when she heard the knock, her eyes flickering to the door in an instant. Though it had been brief before, she recalled the figure who now stood in the doorway, it was the King. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Nikko vanish, she wondered if he did that because he wasn't supposed to be around? Either way, the King was now addressing her, that must mean the game of hide and seek had come to an end already. She stood from the bed and made her way to him as gracefully as she could, unsure of how to approach a being of his stature without being insulting. She stopped several feet from him and made a bow, something she had never done before either, "Your Majesty, I wish to thank you for saving my life earlier. Had you not done so, I'm afraid I might have perished and not have been able to see this elegant room, or to taste such delicious food and drink. I was ready to die when you found me, but your voice...it...I can't put it into words. It sparked me to fight. That's the best way I can describe it." she told him. She had remained bowing before him as she spoke, having enough sense not to straighten up until told to. She had to admit, while the King was a fascinating creature, he was also intimidating as well. Or rather, he would have been if she were sane, but she wasn't, and she didn't feel the least bit intimidated by him. However, she did know he deserved her respect, and her respect is what he had already. Along with her life.

[Assistant]
Solstice
Feoras tilted his head and studied her as she spoke. He then gestured for her to straighten as he walked into the room, closing the door behind him. "Very kind words. I am pleased to hear you enjoyed the food and drink" he stopped right in front of her. "Now if you would give me your name" the tone of his voice was soft as if he wasn't quite sure she would cooperate with him. His eyes meeting hers yet not giving away any emotion...the orange hue remaining so. He briefly had a feeling about her....one he hasn't had for any individual since the last human he was with. That possosivness that was akin to the one he had for the child yet....different. He pushed those thoughts aside and focused on her.

[User] Songstress straightened up once she was given the gesture, glad she hadn't offended him yet, that was a good sign. She hesitated when he asked for her name, as she always did when asked the question by someone. She knew he wanted her real name, and by all rights, he deserved to know it. However, to give that name up to him, that would take far more than just owing her life to him to get it. "My name? I mean no disrespect at all towards you, Your Majesty, but...I cannot simply give my name out. Do not misunderstand, it isn't because I'm not grateful, because I am. It's just..." she paused. How was she supposed to explain it in words that he would understand? She knew he was intelligent, and it wasn't like she was trying to deceive him in any way. She wanted to tell him her real name, but that came at a high price for her. Trust. She had never trusted anyone in her life. Her name was a guarded secret, like a prized possession; and to just tell it to anyone that asked, that was like...opening herself up to them. "Please understand, in my world, I have had to keep my name a secret from everyone. I am not willing to reveal my real name right now, for that takes...trust. And trust is just too high a price for me to pay at this point. I do not wish to anger you, or to deceive you, so that is why I am telling you the truth as to why I cannot give it. There is another name you can call me by, Songstress. It was a name given to me back in my world, a name people came up with, since they didn't know who I really was." she finished.

[Assistant]
Solstice
Feoras was expecting that somewhat. He didn't expect the reasoning, but he did expect the hesitation. He nodded and opened the door back up. "Songstress...here I go by Phyre or Summer...you may choose which you think suites me in your mind" he gestured for her to follow him outside of the room. "Do not give your real name to any other fae who ask of it...others may take advantage even when they seem friendly." He started guiding her through the palace. "Since you are going to be staying here you may choose where you wish to work" He pauses and does a head nod to a passing servant.

"Or you can take on multiple jobs....just so long as you can keep up with it" He stopped in the kitchen and looked around before sneaking up to some batter...suddenly a rather irritated voice rang out. "My lord I know you aren't getting into my cake batter" A look of being caught went across feoras' features as he straightened. "Me...no" the owner of the voice appears to be a rather older fae with soft features and blazing red hair. "Shoo. No batter for you my lord" Feoras sighs "Fine...Cook..this is Songstress she may choose to help you" Cook nodded her head and goes back to her batter after making shooing motions at him. Feoras sticks his tongue out at cook before he turned and lead songstress out of the kitchen. "Cook has been keeping me away from her kitchen since I was a child" Basically giving a reason as to why she can talk to him the way he does. He paused. "What would you like to see?"

[User]
Raven Silverlight

Raven walked on ahead of Jessalyn paying no mind to if the girl was actually following her. Her boots padded through the tall forest grass all around them. Raven took a breath of the air. It was fresh and pure and smelled of sweet things. Raven loved the Spring Court, she had ever since she was a child but even so out of all the lands the fae controlled Spring was often the most treacherous. Not because it was more powerful than the other three courts but because it was picturesque. Everything in the Land of Spring was beautifully enchanting, it smelled wonderful and placed you in a sense of ease. And almost all of it could easily kill you. Many of the flowers were poisonous, some of the trees had leaves sharp enough to draw blood and that was to say nothing of the fae that inhabited the land. The Spring born were usually childish and innocent looking, a look that lent itself to luring in even the most guarded and most possessed a silver tongue, figuratively if not literally.

The dangers of the other three courts while not always obvious could be avoided with experience. Winter and Summer showed there cruelties and kindness in sharp contrast. While Fall may not have been as straightforward the dangers within could be avoided with a well practiced hand. Spring on the other hand was a constant wild card. Even to someone like Raven who had lived there much of her life. She'd chosen to make her home in Spring because aside from its inherent beauty the dangers within it kept Raven on her toes.

Raven and Jessalyn walked for some time with Raven batting obstructions out of the blind girls way with her sword or her hand. It was not until they were much deeper inside the Court that Raven heard it. Sometimes far off, sometimes closer, short giggles of laughter echoed from the bushes and trees. They lasted only seconds. Just long enough to hold your attention and once gone made you question if they had ever been there. An inexperienced may have been frightened but Raven was old enough to know what was making the sounds.

After another half hours walk the laughter started to grate on Raven's ears. They were approaching the Borogoves and it was never good to have something draw your attention once you entered that length of the woods. Raven stopped and planted her feet firmly in the center of a clearing before saying in a voice that was both loud and even. "Nymphs of Wild Moors, show yourself."

There was almost a minute of silence before a thicket on the other side of the clearing erupted with young girlish laughter, like children at play. Then a string of seven Nymphs, all forming a chain by grasping the forearm of those on either side, came trailing out of the bushes. As they sashayed towards Raven they sang a lyrical rhyme which from children's mouths sounded sweet if you didn't listen to what they were singing.

"We are creatures of the Fae
Prepare to give your soul away
Our spell is passion and is art
Our song can bind a human heart
And if you chance to know our dance
These steps will be your last romance.

Raven stepped to the side, leaning against a tree as the Nymphs moved past her. They weren't after all interested in Raven. At least not for the moment. A human, one freshly entered into the world of Faerie provided a much greater thrill than a fae already wise to the ways of the Wild Nymphs. They surrounded Jessalyn, the last and first in the chain linking to form a circle around the blind girl. They continued to sing as they swirled around Jessalyn. Constantly spinning and moving in and out, leaving the blind girl guess to where the edge of the circle was. In the next couple of seconds there song changed from one of haunting beauty to simple childish fun. "Ring-a-round the rosie, a pocket full of posies. Ashes! Ashes! We all fall down."

With those last words the Nymphs broke hands and all collapsed to the ground laughing. They seemed just like any mortal seven year olds. Of course most mortal children did not realize that song was about a plague that wiped out a third of the 'civilized world'. These fae on the other hand had written the rhyme in honor of the chaos.

One of the Nymphs sat up. She had long golden hair and storm grey eyes. Her skin was flawless and seemed to glow in the light that trickled down through the forest canopy. "Dance with us blind girl, please..." she begged Jessalyn, pouting a little as she finished her words. Raven watched them from a distance. She could easily save Jessalyn right now but in all honest she wanted to see if the mortal had what it took to stand on her own two legs. Dancing with Nymphs was dangerous. If a mortal did not have a totem or talismen from a fae to protect them from the enchanting nature of Nymph melodies then they would dance till there feet bled and they died from exhaustion. Of course Jessalyn would have to agree to dance with the little girls before any of that could happen. Raven smiled, it had been a long time since she'd seen a mortal dance themselves to death. It was quite a spectacle to behold

[Assistant]
Jessalyn - Spring Land - Raven

Apparently Raven heard the giggling too because she called for whoever it was to show themselves. In fact she called them Nymphs. Jess' mind immediately searched for anything she could remember about Nymphs. Only two things came to mind: minor female nature deity and sex. They were very popular in Greek mythology as concubines to various gods. They were unpredictable, which made them scary and dangerous.

Lysander growled, on guard from the mysterious things he didn't understand and hence didn't like. Since Jessalyn was blind she relied more on her hearing than anything else and, as she had with the being from before, noted a hint of danger behind the childlike singing of the creatures. If she had been able to see them she would no doubt have been taken in by their beauty and not listen carefully to their song, but since she couldn't she paid attention to the words. And the words were enough to make her heart race with fear.

She turned frantically, them spinning in a circle around her disorienting her. She tried to move away but couldn't tell which way to go.
"Raven?" she asked faintly, wondering where her protector had gone. Had she left her here with these creatures?
Then the words changed to the famous Ring Around the Rosie, which Jessalyn had never liked. How could one like a song about children who had died? Where had these creatures learned it?

When one of them wanted her to dance with them Jess's breath caught in her throat. Her mind went to one of her favorite poems Goblin Market:

We must not look at goblin men
We must not buy their fruits,
Who knows upon what soil they fed,
Their hungry thirsty roots...

Her first impulse was to strongly reject the creatures, but she feared angering them. She didn't know where Raven had gone, if she had abandoned her or not. Keeping a tight grip on Lysander, her knuckled white and her heart pounding in her ears, she shook her head, her movements jerky.
"N-no... thank you but... I can't dance," she offered as an excuse, praying the creatures would leave her alone. She felt a tug on Lysander's harness which she jerked the opposite way, away from whichever creature was trying to take it from her. "N-no," she said, still shaky but slightly firmer. "Raven?" she called again, louder.

(link to poem for those who are interested. This is my fav poem : poetryfoundation.org/poem/174262)


[System]
Gender: Female

Age/Birthdate: 19 (June 9, 462)

Appearance:

Emara is a petite girl, standing at only 5' 3" and weighing barely 100lbs. She has short silver hair, dusky blue eyes, and a fair complexion. She can usually be seen wearing the outfit in the picture, more often than not with the hood up.

Background/Personality Blurb: Emara is the daughter of Brax. Her mother passed away shortly after she was born, and the man did his best to raise her by himself. They were poor, extremely poor, sometimes going days without a good meal. That's when Brax turned to banditry in an attempt to feed his daughter. Because of that Emara saw things growing up that nobody that young should have to see. So she's more okay with death and violence than most people. Though it scares her that she no longer feels anything when she has to take a life. She's loyal, but will not hesitate to question authority if she is against something that they do. Which is why she left her father in the first place, because something changed in him and he would no longer listen to reason. It crushed her to do so, but it was something that had to be done.

Class: Thief

[User]
Katherine frowned, "Well, if it is, I'd need an army of my own to take it....which we....aren't even close to having. Haha. I guess we'll worry about that when we get to it. It'll be a long way from now."

She sighed as they were suddenly surrounded, "....More bandits? We just killed like 20 yesterday! I didn't realize so many were around this area. Or maybe I'm just a magnet for them now, I guess." she shrugged and responded quietly back to Felix, "Yes. I have my staff as well. Watch my back and I'll watch yours. And remember, no funny stuff Felix. Let's just get through this so we can find a place to sleep for the night."

She looked back to Brax, "Yeah, I mean we don't even have that much stuff. I'm just a cleric/farm girl, I doubt you could get much for me, and our wagon only has a couple days worth of supplies. For a big group like yours it would probably only last a day or two....you guys don't look that desperate for them. Such big, strong men!" she said with a smile, hoping to butter them up. Katherine doubted they'd let them go, but hey it was worth a shot.

[Assistant]
As expected, the couple tried to talk their way out of it. The poor fools clearly didn't know who they were dealing with. Brax's only regret was that it was too dark to see the fear in their eyes, that was always his favorite part. Oh well, he'd see plenty of fear in the woman's eyes soon enough. The bandit laughed again. "You really don't understand the position you're in, do you?" At a hand signal from the boss, the four bandits surrounded the two moved in a little bit closer, axes raised at the ready.

"You may have chosen the hard way, but I'm feeling nice tonight. Instead of killing you outright, you can have the chance to fight back." Besides, it was more for them of their prey put up a fight. It made the kill more enjoyable. At another signal, only one bandit stepped into range, swinging his axe at the boy in an attack meant to harm, not to kill. They'd toy with the boy for a while, and then once the boy began to beg for mercy, they'd put him out of his misery.

Meanwhile, the scout had moved into position behind the two, crouching low in the grass, settled perfectly in their blind spot. He was not to move until one of two things happened. The first was a signal from the boss. The second being if things went wrong and it turned out the prey wasn't as vulnerable as they had initally thought. Unless the boss died, in which case, he was leaving. No point in risking your life if the guy who pays you is dead.

[User]
Felix sighed. Well, if nothing else, he had a chance to show off. He doubted that Katherine would be telling too many people if Felix went all out. When the bandit stepped towards him, he made a quick movement. The truth was, he didn't have time to unsheathe his blade. The truth was, he didn't need to. The blade was still a heavy iron staff when in its sheath, and with a quick move, the young man removed the blade and scabbard from his belt and clobbered the side of the bandit's head. "So, uh... Sorry about that, but... I think your friend there may have a concussion," he said calmly, looking at the bandit he'd basically sucker punched with a sword out of the corner of his eye as he unsheathed the weapon. "Might be good for you to get him some help from a healer or something," he said as he looked at Brax. The guy seemed tougher than the bandit that had attacked the day before, but it didn't mean too much, seeing as none of them appeared to be anywhere near as tough as old man Emmerich.

Felix's blade shimmered in the moonlight, practically illuminated. "Kate, can you defend the wagon? You can probably keep it safer than I can." He asked.

[Assistant]
"Well, there's a healer right here. I'd be happy to heal him if you left us be." she offered to Brax after watching Felix. She took out her tome, keeping it in her left hand while her right held her staff.

She looked at Felix, "Well, sure, but I'd prefer us both protect it, that way you're close to me if you need help. Or I need help... Regardless, I think their attention is more on us than the wagon right now." Despite this, Katherine actually felt rather calm. She wasn't sure if it was because of Felix's calm, focused confidence that came out of nowhere, or just his presence, or what, but she just felt safe around him.

[User]
The bandit who was hit with Felix's sword fell backward, dropping his axe in the process. He lay on the ground groaning and clutching his head. An instant look of fury crossed over Brax's face. If he was smart, he would have turned tail and fled them. But unfortunately for him and his crew, he wasn't. "You son of a bitch." Brax growled. "Kill them both." He ordered his men, fury making him forget about the money they could make selling the girl instead of killing her. At this point that didn't matter, it was more a matter of pride now.

The three remaining bandits advanced, Brax still hanging back to let his men do the work. Two of them focused on the boy, while the last went for the girl. The two attacking the boy lunged at him from either side, hoping to overwhelm him. The one attacking the girl raised his axe high to cleave her in two. As his men attacked, Brax circled around, hoping to attack from another angle while his men kept the two busy. The scout, having yet to get his signal, remained where he was.

[Assistant]
So much for their attention being on the wagon. And for a peaceful resolution, for that matter, Felix thought to himself as he was flanked. However, he had no interest in dealing with a pair of bandits on either side, especially since he had a job to do. He darted backward quickly, preferring not to be surrounded. Besides, the bandits' aggression in this was a boon. They were less attentive than they should have been. True, one of the bandits had aims on Katherine, but they made the mistake of targeting both Felix's charge and his best friend.

Instead of engaging the two who were encroaching on him, Felix doubled back, aiming for the bandit who was moving for his friend. "Yeah, gonna have to ask you not to do that!" He said, swinging upward from the ground at the bandit's side.

[User]
Katherine chuckled at Felix, "Aw c'mon. I know you're supposed to protect me, but I can handle one bandit!" Seeing as he was taking care of the one attacking her, she decided to go after one of the bandits that had attempted to attack Felix. She thought about going after Brax in hopes of ending this battle, but if she wasn't able to take him down quick they would have even more men attacking them at once. Besides, keeping Felix and herself safe was the higher priority. They could deal with Brax together after they dealt with his goons.

She flung a Lightning spell at the poor bandit's face, hoping to blind and burn him to allow for a follow up spell, assuming no one attacked her and got through Felix, that is.

[Assistant]
The bandit who had been attacking the girl found himself engaged with the boy instead. He brought his axe as quickly as he could and managed to block most of the boy's attack, turning what would have been a fatal blow into a wounding one. He grit his teeth and endured the pain, returning the attack with one of his own, a small, sweeping, sideways attack. The boy was fast and would be hard to hit, but if he could land a blow, the boy would slow down and thus be easier to handle.

The two who had been attacking the boy momentarily found themselves without an opponent. They tried to engage with the boy once again, but only one was able to go and help. The other had a Lightning spell coming for his face. Out of pure instinct the man brought his axe up to block the attack. Sparks danced across the metal of the blade. The man stared at it in shock for a moment, before what had just happened registered in his brain. "She's a mage!" He cried, before turning and running.

The other two bandits, who were engaging the boy immediately stopped. Magic wasn't something that they came across very often, but they knew the damage that could be caused by it. Though they managed to keep hold of their axes, they too fled after the their companion. Leaving only Brax, the scout, and the man who still lay on the ground with a possible concussion. Brax's face was turning red with fury. "You cowards!" He screamed after his fleeing men. "If I ever see your faces again, I'll put my axe through them!"

With no other option left, Brax gave the hand signal to the scout, but was surprised when the man suddenly stood up, giving away his position. He held his hands out in a peaceful pose. "Sorry man, you don't pay me enough to deal with magic, I'm out." With Brax left alone, the scout knew what the outcome of this battle would be. He turned to the two they had been previously attacking and bowed to them. "Have a nice evening." He said, before he too turned and fled.

At this point, Brax was furious, and not thinking straight. All he knew was that these two who should have been an easily catch had just disband his entire crew with a single spell. With a cry of rage he rushed the two of the them, swinging his axe in a huge, but extremely powerful, arc. He no longer had the mental capacity to care what the outcome would be. All he was thinking about was restoring his lost pride, so that he could go hunt down his former crew and kill them.

[User]
Felix quickly turned his blade down to hook the axe. While it was enough to slow the sweep, it did make a glancing blow, which didn't break through his light armor, but was definitely enough to leave a bruise. Felix grimaced as he swung a thrusting kick forward at the quasipinned bandit. He moved to engage the other, not caring for being surrounded, when suddenly the two bolted.

"Well, that's a bit pathetic..." Felix mumbled as he saw Brax charging forward. In spite of the pain from the axe blow, Felix moved forward to intercept the raging bandit leader. He raised his sword, not to strike, but rather to intercept the larger man's strike before he could put a lot of power behind it. When the blows clashed, Felix coughed from exertion. "Look, just back off, will you? We have important things to do, and you picked a mark way outside your pay grade..." He spoke, gritting his teeth.

[Assistant]
Katherine watched them all run away, her eyes wide. "Are people that afriad of magic? -- Er, I mean YEAH, THAT'S RIGHT YOU BETTER RUN! I'LL STEAL YOUR SOULS AND EAT THEM FOR DINNER! MUAHAHAH!" she shouted after them, mocking an evil sorcereress. Although, something about it wasn't quite right. She supposed she didnt't have the tone quite right.

She turned back to Brax and Felix, and rushed to help. She sent another Lightning blast at Brax's face. More to blind him momentarily than really hurt him. "Well, technically he's not paid anything, Felix." she said before addressing Brax, while he was hopefully reeling from her spell, "But regardless, can't we just stop this nonsense now? Please, you must calm down. You're still alive and that's what matters. Not your pride. Live on to redeem yourself instead of dying in shame!"

[User]
Brax's axe blow was intercepted by the boy, and before he could attack again a magic spell was flung in his face. The enraged bandit staggered back, left hand going to his face, while his right managed to keep hold of his axe. They both spouted off meaningless words. Trying to tell him that giving up now and living would be better. But they were wrong. He had no crew anymore, which meant he had basically lost all respect in the bandit community. Not to mention the fact that even his own daughter had left him. He would rather die now in battle than give up and die somewhere else down the road, alone.

As soon as his vision returned, Brax was on the attack again. "If you want to live, then you'll have to kill me!" He roared, throwing everything he had in a sideways axe swing. People had told him that the road he had chosen, the life of banditry, would lead to an early death. He had always known they had been right. At least he had got to see his little girl grow up.

[Assistant] "Or, and here's a thought..." Felix planted his sword into the ground to intercept the strike, the crossguard hooking into the weapon to hopefully stop the swing. Of course, for his plan, Felix didn't need his sword. All he needed was one good strike. He stepped in quickly, right hand curling into a fist. He rammed his fist to the bandit's abdomen as quickly and with as much force as he could. "Stop talking, you idiot!" He said as he did so.

[User] No matter what he did, Brax couldn't defeat these two. They had looked like such weak and easy prey. He had never misjudged anyone so badly before. His next attack was blocked again and the boy slammed a fist into his stomach. The blow knocked the wind out of him and drove him to his knees as he tried to suck in air. The boy may have been strong, but he was a coward, avoiding the killing shot. "Just end me, damn it." The man wheezed between breaths. "You've taken everything else, you may as well take my life." He didn't even bother to try and grab for his axe, which had fallen out of his grasp when he had dropped to his knees.


[System]
Death Korp Trooper Number:
Trooper 17431

Appearance:

Height:
5'6"

Age:
27

Sex:
Male

Class:
Death Korp Grenadier

Equipment:
- Type XIV Lasgun (Heavy) -
Also known as a Hellgun or, more rarely, a Hotshot lasgun, the Type XIV (Heavy) is the standard issue weapon for all Grenadiers serving in Death Korp regiments. They are, at least by the Grenadiers themselves, intensely disliked due to perceived unreliability in the field during extended operations and a Krieger's general preference for the default Type XIV Lasgun (More commonly known outside of Krieg as the Lucian Pattern Lasgun). However, with the proper maintence that each Grenadier performs routinely, the weapon performs its intended role as a high power Lasgun, capable of punching through heavier armor and providing, on full auto, a withering rate of fire. The Type XIV (Heavy) utilizes a backpack unit to power it, and a Quick Recharge Generator included in the backpack unit is generally overtaxed, due to the design of the weapon and its power output. Ansgar, like many Grenadiers, would have preferred a Type XIV Lasgun over the Heavy variant, but as a Grenadier, he is required to carry it.

- Grenadier Carapace Armor -
Intended for deployment where the fighting is fiercest, Death Korps Grenadiers are equipped with heavy Carapace Armour that has been integrated into the standard Krieg kit. This comprises the Mark IX helmet, a rebreather facemask, three-piece shoulder guards, a chest plate with additional abdomen plates and shin and knee guards. All are made of Plasteel and reinforced with a layer of Ceramite for additional strength, heat resistance and weight reduction. The armor, coupled with uniform and Type XIV Lasgun (Heavy) makes a very heavy loadout, adding in the miscellaneous equipment they carry as well, however, the protection is vastly appreciated by the Grenadiers in general, due to their role as the leading edge in storming trenches and hostile emplacements, needing the protection to get close enough to do their jobs, not so much concerned with survival.

- Explosives -
As his former squads Demolitions expert, Ansgar carried the standard explosives load out alongside extra tools, for when the Engineers could not keep up with the assault but were preoccupied elsewhere. Besides several Frag and Krak grenades, Ansgar also has several demolition charges, rated for taking out hardened bunkers when put in place. Ansgar modified the charges so that, in a hurry, he can pull a detonation cable and heave the charge at a target, the normally delicate and precise procedure for arming the charges ditched in favor of emergency target removal. And, as a Krieg Engineer before he was assigned as a Grenadier, he has learned to build improvised explosives that served him well in the trenches when supplies on conventional explosives were running short, as well as utilize Chemical weapons safely.

- Melee Gear -
Ansgar carries two weapons for melee combat, one obligatory and the other actually used. The obligatory is his bayonet, which the Type XIV Lasgun (Heavy) lacks a mount for, another reason it remains unpopular among Grenadiers, and typically serves as much as a tool and last resort weapon than anything else. His actual go to is a Entrenching Tool, edges sharpened to allow him to carve through hostiles as well as bludgeon them, and retain the intended purpose of digging trenches and other necessary fighting positions.

Notable Deeds:
- Tyranid Assault on Thresis IV -
Raised from birth to be a Death Korp Engineer, Ansgar Staudinger, or known by his Trooper designation 17431, will never state when he was sent to war, something that tends to bother people who ask that are outsiders to Krieg and their necessary methods of providing the Imperium the soldiers it needs. Assigned fresh to an Engineering Platoon, Ansgar would spend a great deal of time digging trenches and laying mines in the defense of a Shrine World, Thresis IV, directly in the path of a Tyranid Hive Fleet Splinter. The Tyranids, despite being vastly reduced in numbers compared to a true Hive Fleet, descended like mad locusts, slaughtering over 90% of the Death Korp forces deployed on the planet. Of that 10%, Ansgar Staudinger was one of the survivors, the only from his platoon, found near death after turning an entire trench line into a raging biochemical inferno, equal parts fire and chemical weapon that was effective on the Tyranids. Sharing the compound make up with other Death Korp Engineers, the biochemical fire was used to great extent to halt and drive back the Tyranids, making the then rookie Staudinger's trial by fire a literal, and resounding, success.

- Nightmares Beneath Thrasis II -
As part of the Thrasis campaign his regiment was assigned to, and the arrival of Tyranid complicating greatly, Ansgar Staudinger was deployed with a fresh Engineering platoon to assist in the breaking of a siege on Chaos held factories on the system's forge world, Thrasis II. Utilizing conventional tunneling and, when they detected they were almost at the entry point, Hades Breaching Drill, to punch into the Chaos held Foundry, Ansgar and his fellow Guardsmen stumbled into something straight out of the most feverish of a heretic's nightmares. The Warp had bled over into the belly of the foundry, with daemons and mutants in equal measures assaulting the woefully unprepared Krieg Guardsmen. However, they had a job to do, and they were able to hold their ground, keeping a secure tunnel long enough for support to arrive and push deep enough into the Chaos corrupted foundry, to the dark heart and plant enough explosives for the resulting explosion spotted from orbit. Whether it was the sheer amount of explosives put in place, or partially due to Chaos corruption was never decided. However, as one of the only survivors again by virtue of Luck or being Blessed, Ansgar was reassigned by a surviving Commissar to the Death Korp Grenadiers.

- Hellscape of Thrasis I -
Nearing the end of the Thrasis System Campaign, Ansgar found himself a freshly minted Grenadier, no longer an Engineer although he often worked closely with them during breaching actions against enemy defensive lines. However, upon touching down on Thrasis I, the Kriegers found something unlike anything anyone could be prepared for. The Foundry was merely a foretaste of what was to come, as planet spanning rituals had allowed the Warp to taint and corrupt great stretches of the planet, forcing Guard forces to struggle through conventional defenses one day, and make a mad dash through Daemon infested hellscapes that should not be the next. What Ansgar refuses to mention to a soul, due to an oath he was put under at the end of the conflict, was the arrival of Grey Knights, of the Emperor's most holy Ordos Malleus. Alongside Adeptus Sororitas support, which Ansgar learned to have a deep, healthy respect for, the combined arms forces stormed the capital of Thrasis I, a den of pure evil and corruption that made the rest of the planet look like a Shrine World in comparison. Once again, whether by luck or the Emperor's own intervention, Ansgar found himself as one of the only Grenadiers, and Krieger's period, to survive the assaults into the city, arriving at the Hall of Governing as it had been christened during Thrasis I's founding as a colony, only to find horrors so unspeakable even the Krieg born Grenadier refuses to speak of them now. But, between the Grey Knights and Sisters of Battle alongside his own humble contributions at that point, which mostly consisted of survival, Ansgar lived to see the end of the hellish campaign on Thrasis I. With literally no regiment to return to, and having become aware of the most secretive of Space Marine chapters, it was decided to induct him into the Inquisition, sending him to serve where needed most.

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The loud crack of the two warehouse doors being kicked open drew the rioter's attention away from the Rhino they were trying to break into and onto the man and woman that now appeared before them. It was clear that they were quite well armed and one of them even appeared to be a psyker. There was a short moment of discontent among the mob once both Adrianne and Herold had issued their warnings, but men are not easily swayed from a goal they believe in, or what they are told is a righteous cause.

One of the rioters yelled out in defiance to both of them, mocking their foolishness to follow the false emperor. "We have been gifted the strength to fight against the heretics of the false emperor, not even your guardsmen posed a threat to us. You two are the ones that should be laying down your weapons and handing yourself over to us. Our new Emperor will welcome you with open arms, he shall lead us through the stars on a glorious conquest to wipe out all those unworthy. Give in to chaos and be reborn anew!" Something pushed back against Adrainnes own powers, an uncomfortable wave of energy and presence that made all besides the rioters feel disturbed.

On top of the warehouse where both Solares and Ansgar were observing the rioters below, a low rumble could be heard. Solares glanced over at Ansgar and nodded her head at him once, "I've heard enough of this heresy." Stepping forward and off of the top of the warehouse, she used her jump-pack to slam herself into the ground feet first, creating a shockwave and a large cloud of debris that formed around the area. She had aimed to land on top of the most condensed area of the rioters, resulting in a grotesque shower of viscera and a cloud of crimson mist. There was no time to waste, as soon as she hit the ground, Solares had opened fire with both of her heavily modified auto pistols.

If anyone could have seen Solares's facial expression under her helmet, they would have seen joy mixed with the fury she unleashed upon the heretics around her. Through the clouds of smoke, bright flashes of light could be seen as loud gunfire echoed through the streets.

"Engage at will!" Celestian Andromedai yelled into her microphone over the pandemonium that erupted outside of the warehouse. She quickly made her way into the street and opened fire upon the rioters, it was clear though that these were the cultists they were looking for. Aiming down her sight, the heavily modified bolter that she used fired over and over again, hitting her targets dead center or in a critical area.

"Psyker Adrainne, do not use any area of effect abilities that could put us in danger, be wise with your attacks." Celestian Andromedai was concerned about a repeat of what happened with Adrianne in a museum upon a pleasure world many years ago. The thoughts of that day had stayed with her, teaching her many valuable lessons.

[Assistant]
"Psyker Adrainne, do not use any area of effect abilities that could put us in danger, be wise with your attacks."

"Ohhh, I WILL CHOOSE MY ATTACKS WISELY ALRIGHT?! ... "

*BANG**BANG**BANG*
*CRACK-A-BOOM*
*BAM*

"Right... "

For a moment, Adrianne had taken a step forward, extending her hand as she prepared to unleash her own powers. However, that was a course of action she had promptly left on pause as she was left to watch the carnage that was unfolding directly in front of her.

As it would turn out, unarmored and 'mere' normal humans clustered together in a tight mob in a completely open area were NOT very resistant to high-powered military grade weapons, bolters and grenades. This was a fact that was made abundantly clear as Adrianne stared forward in front of her and Herold, as the heretics in front of them were torn apart in a sudden flurry of shots coming from the rest of the group.

What had been a mob had been quickly turned into a pile of bodies, the luxurious paintjob of the Rhino covered in blood and dents!

Adrianne merely watched as some of the cultists tried to fire frantically back, before they got gunned down; the only apparent survivors seeming to be the ones who had bolted it immediately, and were running desperately away!

"I don't think you're needed here... " Adrianne whispered to Herold after she leaned sideways in towards the Arbites, all the while making an offhand finger-pistol gesture towards one of the heretical stragglers, just before his head was suddenly vaporized by an off-camera shot from Andromedai's new rifle!

" ... unless you are going to arrest the dead, that is."

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The moment Solares touched down, Ansgar knew where the safe areas to fire were. Mainly, those trying to so rudely steal their vehicle transportation. Hefting the grenade launcher, he used the short pump on the launcher, one more reason the thing was not a model he was used to, and proceeded to send several fragmentation grenades hurtling through the air, slamming in a neat cluster around the Rhino. Frag wouldn't damage the vehicle, but the heretics that just so happened to be surrounding it? The limbs and blood flying about, coupled with the rather potent shock and awe approach that Solares took in jump packing in, and hosing down everyone in front of her with automatic fire, seemed to clean things up rather nicely. But he still arced grenades high to hit the heretics trying to flee, shattering any intent that they might dare have to approach. If there was one thing that a Krieger knew, it was putting effective fire on a target. Just because an enemy started running did not mean they would keep running. However, as he sent the last of the current load of grenades into the enemy forces, the ones that wouldn't subject the others on the ground to undue shrapnel hazard, two things concerned him.

One, despite the psyker not using her powers, there was a strange feel in the air. Something had come with the cultists, and he scowled under his helmet despite the premature comments that Adrianne was no doubt making to the Arbites. Two, it wasn't going away despite the general running away from the sudden alpha strike of munitions, armored Sister, and more munitions. As such, he quietly reloaded his launcher with Krak rounds, scanning for anything out of the ordinary and, most certainly of all, not relaxing at all. "This is not done yet, ma'am. That oppressive air, something is still here, or coming through. Psyker, can you...never mind, it will happen either way..." Ansgar was speaking from years of experience during the campaigns that preceeded his arrival into Inquisitorial service. That feeling in the air always foreshadowed either a direct daemonic incursion or a sudden explosion of raw warp powers. Neither of which were terribly good things. Considering cultists were openly attacking an armory? It could very well be an actual daemon coming through from the Warp just to make their lives difficult. And as such, the krak grenades. Frag tended to not do too much to the warp infused flesh of a daemon, but a round designed to bust tanks? Not perfect, but it sufficed more often than not. He might ask the sisters later about sanctifying some rounds for him. That had worked for the Grey Knights, their fancy equipment, at any rate...


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Age : 16 years old
Appearance:

Personality:
Akasha is a very light-hearted girl. The way she acts is purely out of innocence and mean no real harm to anyone or have any devious back thoughts. She is very playful, love to pull pranks on people and a good soul in general. She is a cheerful person; it is very hard to make her upset, to the point her good mood seems to spread to others.

However, she gets very serious when bullying and physical harm are involved, either towards herself or at others. Her survival instincts kicks in when she is personally targeted, turning her into a ball of fury. When it comes to friends and family, it's her protecting nature that drives her to kick offenders' ass. Even though she is a good-hearted person, she does not shy from fighting, as her animal instincts are what makes most of her personality.

History:
Akasha is a child of the jungle, raised by amazons and toughened up by the beasts that inhabit the harsh environment of the jungles. Her childhood was spent by learning how to survive in the wilderness, how to hunt for food, how to become strong to defend oneself and what is dear to her.

But there came a day when she was but a mere 13 year old child, that would change her life. Akasha's tribe had for many generations a ritual to teenage hood, to celebrate one's first steps to becoming a warrior. This ceremony was to leave the child alone in the jungle for an entire night. Many would not come out alive of the jungle, but those who did would be renowned as future warriors, and ensuring their place into the tribe. Akasha never was that strong to begin with, and even cried on that fateful day. She feared the night, and what might be lurking in it. It was with dread that she was left all alone in the night of her 13th birthday.

During that night, she was visited by predators of the night. Panthers, hyenas, snakes, scorpions, all kind of beasts that would mercilessly hunt her and eat her. But each time an animal came to her camp, they would only circle around the child, and eventually go back from where they came from, as if they had lost the will to prey on the young amazon.

It was but when morning came, that the truth would be revealed as to Akasha's survival during that night. The amazons did not expected the young one to actually survive; they knew she was too weak of a girl to make a warrior. But when they saw the young girl curled up, asleep, fluffy feline ears sprouting up from her hair, black feathery wings enveloping her body and a scaly tail curled up underneath, the tribe realized that she had survive because the animals treated Akasha like she was one of their own. While many feared the young girl's strange powers, some were actually fascinated, and started praising the teenager as "Gods' Gifted".

Skills:
Akasha is well-versed in survival in the wilderness. For what she lack in education and does not know about modern civilization and technology, she makes up for making a living in areas left untouched by humanity. Her survival skills include hunting (restricted to easy preys, such as deer, antelopes and such), gathering plants and herbs (mostly edible wild fruits and mushrooms, with the exception of a few medicinal herbs), making fire without fuel and lighter, basic navigation in forests and constructing temporary shelters and camps.

Magic:
* Name: Wild Awakening
* Type: Transmutation
* Description: Akasha's ability is to transform herself into an animal. While in her animal form, Akasha loses the ability to talk, as she will make the sound of the animal instead. However, she gains traits common to the choosen animal, such as improved scent, touch, hearing and/or sight, as well as their physical abilities and their method of moving aroung (swimming speed, flight, etc.).

As she does not fully understand her powers and how they work, Akasha is only able to have a full transformation. However, there have been hints in history that she could be able to get a "hybrid" transformation in order to gain an animal's powers and some major physical traits and still remain in human form, but she does not have enough control to use that degree of ability. At best, Hybrid transformation happens unconsciously in dire situations.

Since Akasha just recently discovered about her power, she can only transform into what her tribe would call her "Spirit Totem", which is the black panther, a menalistic African leopard. Despite not being the strongest and largest of the big felines, the panther is one of the sneakiest predators to hunt in the jungle. Transforming into a panther, Akasha gains improved smell, hearing, night-vision, enhanced agility (panthers are superb tree climbers and quick), stealth in dark areas (with their pitch-black fur) and silent.

Unlike many other magic users, Akasha's Wild Awakening ability isn't draining to her physical health or stamina. Instead, it takes toll on her will, her sense of self, her humanity. The more frequently she transforms into her animal self or the longer she stays in such, the more she will succumb to the animal's instincts. The worst case scenario that could happen is staying too long in animal mode would make Akasha lose all sense of herself, effectively becoming a real but more dangerous version of the animal she has become, staying this way until someone or something makes her regain her human consciousness.

Inventory: Nothing besides the clothes she is wearing and a necklace sporting a black feather ornamented of some predators' claws and teeth. Her hunting spear and dagger were conficasted at the airport before coming to Japan, much to her dismay.

[User]
DONOVAN HORSKA

Donovan was worried for a second there. The girl didn't seem impressed, offended even. He prepared for the worst which, coming from a girl who could transform into a deadly predator and probably maul him with a wave of her paw, was bound to be really fucking bad. Thankfully his heart was put at ease, figuratively and literally, as the girl seemed to give in to her animal instincts and take the bait. Donovan immediately rolled off of Glasses and lay in the grass next to him. Ah, now that was much better. No weird lumps to elbow in this well-kept lawn.

He rested as the girl played with the string. He was bloody exhausted after that emotional rollercoaster. A puma-girl, losing his powers, a nerd just straight up flipping out, all within a few minutes of each other. Guess that was magic school for you. His heart was still racing from when his powers shut down. He placed his hand on his chest, noticing that Glasses' imposed sigil was fading while his own rune was slowly regaining its usual gleam. Donovan frowned at the memory. He actually felt scared. Scared. That was a foreign feeling. From flying fists to horror movies to homework stress, nothing had ever triggered as big a reaction as what just happened. It was … unnerving. If he could help it, Donovan would try to never feel like that again. It was fucking awful.

His eyes narrowed in annoyance as he remembered who exactly caused all this. The loser who was still groaning from the ordeal, looking around for his glasses while nursing the area that Don elbowed (he still wasn't sorry). This wimp somehow managed to make him feel so pathetic. He glared at the unfittingly cheerful looking sky. This didn't go the way he wanted at all. He was supposed to measure himself against all these magical folks, prove that he was top dog even among all these magic users. He wasn't supposed to get flattened by a jungle animal or get psyched out by this pathetic excuse for a man. How was he supposed to know that Glasses would flip out when he had his shit stolen? Hadn't he ever had a friend steal some of his fries before? That is to say, if that loser even had friends. Or ate fries. Donovan bet that the nerd was on one of those shitty vegan diets, the ones that kept count of his calorie intake and shit. The point was, if he knew that taking his stuff would cause such a fierce reaction … well let's be honest, he would have done it anyway.

Donovan was really itching to finish what he started. But he couldn't do it while the threat of getting squashed again was playing with string in such close proximity. He valued having intact limbs too much. His egotism was returning gradually with every passing second as his powers came back. He felt the aura return, felt safe in it. Felt a lot cockier too. And while he wasn't brash enough to pick another fight with puma girl there, he still wanted to get one last dig in. He made sure to disguise his tone, taking advantage of the language barrier to make sure that he didn't piss off the girl. He turned his head to see the girl returning the string to Glasses as some sort of friendship offering. God, it looked like it was ripped straight out of one of those cheesy depressing movies where the dog dies. If today's sudden flux of emotion didn't make him throw up, this was certainly going to. Donovan shook himself out of his snarky thoughts and back to the matter at hand.

"Oi Glasses~" he exclaimed in a friendly tone that did not at all complement the content of his words, "Fuck with my magic again and your face is gonna look a lot more like that precious string of yours!"

Did he get the message across clearly enough?

"I mean I'm gonna break your fucking nose. Just so we're clear."

[Assistant]
NICO LEHMANN

When the cat-like girl grabbed the thread, Nico almost gave up hope. What was wrong with people here? (Rich, coming from you.) How did this situation even get this far? And did that girl really turn into a panther and back?

With the weight of two people suddenly off of him as Asswipe rolled off immediately after the girl jumped off, Nico sucked in a breath he had been trying to catch since the girl had barreled into them. In panther form.

A magic school--fine. But the hammering heart in his chest was not having any of that rationality, especially when Nico's version of Prozac was being toyed around with by someone other than him.

His eyes followed the small patch of vermilion as much as he could, though without his glasses he wasn't quite sure what he was trying to discern. And then the blob of tan skin moved closer and he could finally make out the clear details of her face. If his mind wasn't in such a state at the moment, Nico would have blushed at a girl coming that close to him wearing that little. He wouldn't call himself conservative, but he was suddenly glad his glasses were off.

The most surprising thing was the vermilion thread she proffered, her sympathy clear on her face as she gently spoke in a language Nico couldn't understand. He squinted a bit to get a clearer view of her features, but ended up just blinking back the tears that had almost come out. Pushing himself up as much as he could manage at the moment, he tentatively took the thread from the girl's open hand, reaching out carefully as if he was afraid she might renege on her offer.

When the bundle of thread was safely back in his hand, Nico cracked a small smile at her through the dirt and slowly-forming bruise on his temple.

"Thank you," he said quietly, almost too quiet for anyone to hear.

And the tightly wrapped length of thread back in his hands seemed to set the world right, silencing the deafening keening of sound in his mind that sometimes threatened to overwhelm Nico. He took several deep breaths as the sigil on his hand dimmed further and finally disappeared. His eyes flicked to Asswipe's right hand, which was now also free of that mark.

That was when Asswipe spoke up, referring to him as 'Glasses' and threatening more bodily injury if Nico used his powers on the douchebag again.

But with the thread back in his hand, Nico hardly cared. He nodded reflexively without really paying attention to the contents of the threat and instead turned back to the girl.

"Thank you," he said again, his voice a bit louder now. Fumbling around some more, he finally felt the cold frame of his glasses almost a meter away and quickly shoved them back onto his face. The left lens now sported a thin crack running diagonally across the surface, but there wasn't much he could do about that.

With a clear view of the girl now, and a clear view of everything else about the girl now, Nico turned red and then turned away, trying not to think...thoughts.

Wow, she's really cute all over.

Dammit.

Looking around for anything to distract him, Nico remembered Asswipe was still nearby and with a scramble he picked up his bag and backpedaled away, keeping his eyes on the worst human being to ever exist. He didn't want to be surprised by that meteoric asshole again.

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Akasha wached silently, with a hint of confusion on her face as the two guys started to get up. One was rather quick to get back on his feet, and then had spoken words unknown to her to the other guy. His words sounded somewhat friendly, but the vibe from the current situation, and the way the frail-looking male seemed to give off something that would tell otherwise.

Maybe it was a love/hate relationship! The pondering amazon could only sympathize with the handsome guy. She didn't know love herself, but she figured it would be like a dog loving his master who saw his pet more than a burden. How tragic it is!

After having regained his bundle of red thread, the guy named "Glasses" – Akasha really wasn't sure if she heard that right from the snake-ish looking guy, nor did she knew of that word either – he seemed to be giving the cold shoulder to his would-be friend, instead turning to the panther girl and speaking something to her. Yet again, she didn't understand the word spoken, but from the voice, his faint smile and expression on his face, she could only guess he thanked her.

Akasha nodded in response to the guy's thanks, giggled lightly and sprung up on her feet. Well, looks like the fun was done here. In the end, she came out winner, but what mattered was the fun she just had. She wished those two guys would be attending this school as well, so they could have still many enjoyable days ahead of them. The prospect of being here seemed much more pleasant now that she knew there was fun to be had here. She wondered if there were many people like those two going here.

Guess she will find out soon enough. Like the simple girl she was, the shape-shifting amazon was quick to move on to something else, and it was with cheerful humming and joyful steps that made her seem like she was hopping as she walked away, exploring around the school's premises.


[System]
Allias: Nano
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Parents: Angela Spica and Jack Hawksmoor
Powers and abilities: He is composed of Quantumly powered regenerative bio-nanos that he has control over. Allowing him the abilities of:

* Nanite Knowledge (His Bio Nanites can store vast amounts of information, granting him perfect memory)
* Bionanotech Manipulation (Capable of manipulating his own body, allowing him to fly and make physical changes to himself. Eg: He can morph himself around physical objects, such as bullets or knives, allowing them to pass through him without damage, Though he cannot do the same with non-physical attacks)
* Enhanced Physical Abilities (Being composed of Nanotechnology instead of biologic organisms, he has drastically enhanced strength and speed)

Personality: Nathan has often been referred to as the "Warmest Machine." Although he is capable of Empathy and other emotions, he has limited access to them, and therefore isn't able to feel a range of emotions as broad as other people. He can be distant, cold, or naive in appearance due to this inability to properly feel all emotions, but he never intends to. Often, he distances himself from making friends or forming relationships out of fear that he will hurt them, causing him to be a rather content introvert.
Appearance:

[User]
Tsura Eisenhardt
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Tsura giggled when Rebekah exclaimed "Holy crap, your dad's Magneto!"

Her mom had coached her already on how people might react to the revelation that her parents were thought to be two of the deadliest mutants in recent memory and still were no matter how retired. They were also two parents who loved her even if they didn't love one another; it was complicated.

"Yes my Papa is Magneto though I don't generally call him that."

Her eyes glittering with delight Tsura adds

"My Mama is known as Spiral.

She gives the best hugs."

[Assistant]
Griffin growled low in his throat as he shoved Zack to their box. He wasnt taking anymore chances. The darkness didnt feel right. It had happened too suddenly. But he had no way of knowing if it was real or not. It didnt matter if it was real or not. The darkness meant that they could be attacked. He quickly changed forms. He knew that his beast form would be more accorate and in this situation he needed to be as accorate as possible. He sniffed the air trying to determine how close danger was. He smelled his classmates and alot of fear but nothing that indicated that a threat was near.

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Katherin swollowed nervously as the darkness surrounded her. She wish her power was fire rather then ice. With fire should would be able to fine a way to see. She didnt like not being about see. Her mind raced. Was the threat real? If so where? How far did the darkness go? She worried about her classmates but she didnt her any fighting or anything that sounded like anyone was in trouble. For now she would stay still and wait.

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 Nano
Location: Academy
Interacting With:

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 Nathan stopped moving upon seeing Mimic disappear, standing still and ready for a possible attack from him. Realizing Mimic had decided the fight was over, he returned his hood over his head, leaving the training room without waiting to hear yet another condescending lecture. In the last few years of his life he had heard plenty, and had learned to stop listening. People loved to demine the choices of someone in circumstances they had never themselves been through, and he was far from interested to listen to the ramblings of a man that threw more temper tantrums than the hulk.

 As he walked towards the desks intent on finding himself a seat, he froze, hearing the laughter over the intercom. As darkness soon followed, he began to worry, he had never actually experienced darkness before, his optics had always adjusted automatically to provide him with clear sight. He stood completely still, tense and ready to defend himself from whatever could possibly be coming, relying on his enhanced hearing to maintain awareness of his surroundings.

 "What the hell is going on?!"

He called out, steadily growing more and more terrified of the encroaching darkness, and he began to float above the ground as his panicking increased.

[Assistant]
Kalinda reached up a hand, and cupped Kyle's cheek, "Don't doubt yourself. My powers didn't help me break free. There were birds chirping" She didn't think she made any sense, and she closed her eyes, drawing in a few deep breaths, before bracing herself. It was hard to force herself to rise, and she braced herself against kyle as she found herself dizzy.

"And thats why my empathy is my least favorite power. Can you get us down? The other students might need a hand and I don't trust myself to fly down" Right then, it was all she could do to stay standing. "To be honest, I didn't know I could do that, like that"

She gave kyle a weary smile, "Come on"

She wanted to get back to the classroom and find Zack and Griffin, knowing griffin he would make sure they were both okay, but still, she worried. But she didn't trust herself to go through the shadows, fearful she might just pass out and lose Kyle in there.

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'Sir, the anomoly has broached the security, all is disconnected for the moment. It's believed she has entered the school, wave lengths suggest a new signal during the last few moments.' Connor listened as Ignot spoke "her illusionary powers seems to be coming into play"

You couldn't not live with Tony Stark and not know what was going on, but aside from that, Connor had programs of his own that helped to keep up to date with what was going on, even if they were rumors. Yet even he could forget things.

illusionary powers...

He raised his voice, "It's an illusion. Break it, once you know, it goes away" The key was to break it, and each person had to figure it out for themselves.

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Moving through the classroom, using the desks, and sometimes her class mates as a guide, Phoebe searched for Katherin. Right now, everything seemed quite, aside from the laughter and the darkness. there didn't seem to be any fighting, which was good. For now.

"Katherin"

the darkness seemed unnatural, but there was nothing she could do about it. She just wanted to know her friends were okay. laying her hands on the desks, it was easy to manuvoer, but she had this strange feeling that they were being watched.

@KatherinWinter@dabombjk@Mistress Dizzy

[User]
Eisenhardt
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It was while speaking to Rebekah that the area around her was plunged into darkness which caused Tsura to react. Her first choice was to go into Infrared but as it was associated with heat decided to lower her reflective frequency below 400 nanometers into the ultra violet so that she wouldn't blind anyone. Then she quickly increased her candela till her radiant intensity went well past 2 million.

To those around her that couldn't see into the ultra violet nothing happened but for those that could the sweet young blonde had become a figure of pure light that burned with intensity as bright as two noonday suns.

This was not an attack but her most powerful active sense and it revealed a world in chaos as far as visible light was concerned; it was an illusion.

Internally Tsura giggled as she recalled her mother's annoyance and amusement when she had discovered her daughter to see the world as layers of reflected light. To Tsura illusions made those layers to either shimmer at the edges or appear as if reflected through turbulent clear water.

So she grows brighter in the visible light spectrum testing the illusion's ability to adapt to vulgar alteration as she glows as brightly as a stage spot and pulses in rapid flashes of color.

"Sure it's a roll of the dice but you can't win if you don't play!" she thinks before moving close to Rebekah

# Flaw Notice Intangible Energy Form
Tsura can't hear or speak while in energy form.

She is still effected by telepathy

[Assistant]
Jin Ifriti

Jin was about to respond to her sister, when everything went dark and she heard a strange voice. "Oh, holy hell, what's all this shit?!" She could practically hear her father admonishing her for swearing. But it had been so sudden that she couldn't help herself. "Naka, are you okay?" She reached out for her sister's hand. Part of her wasn't sure that this wasn't some kind of test on the school's part. "Hang on, let me see if I can't get some light in here-" She dug around for her bag and pulled out her cell, turning on the flashlight app. However, it didn't seem to be working. The phone's light was turned to maximum brightness, but she couldn't see it at all. "Ehh? That's weird. The phone's on, but the light's broken." Could something have ruined her phone that fast?

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Kijani Ryane

Kijani rolled her eyes when the chaos started. One day. Just one day of peace, and some quality snuggle time with Connor. Was that such a tall order? She had to admit that it was a little nerve wracking, but seeing Connor calm and unshaken made her feel better almost immediately. He was taking charge of the situation. That was new- and she had to admit, she rather liked the idea of Connor as a leader. "Just an illusion, hm?" Kijani shut her eyes, trying to will up a few mental shielding exercises she'd been taught. Her grandmother was nothing if not thorough... though thanking Amanda Waller for anything made Kijani feel like she could vomit. Even so, she immediately started to recite poetry in her head, filling her mind and trying to block out whatever was invading it.

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Kassandra Keigwan

Kassy had to admit, she wasn't expecting anything like this at all. On the first day, some kind of attack? Then again, wouldn't it make sense to take advantage of the new students who would already be confused? She was one of them, after all. She could hear someone laughing, but she didn't understand why everyone seemed to be panicking. It was as if they were all blinded. But she could see just fine... Kassy blinked a few times, suddenly understanding. Before she could speak, someone else did. A boy was confirming that it was all just an illusion. That made sense - being an illusionist herself, it was a lot harder to trick her. Kassy nervously cleared her throat and spoke up. "If anyone needs help, let me know! I've got illusions of my own - this trick isn't fooling me and I can see fine!" It wouldn't be too hard to break someone else's magic, would it?

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Rebekah Green

A darkness descended over the room, and once again, she torch couldn't pierce it. Rebekah's first thought was of the power Mimic had used during their bout in the training room. This didn't seem to be him, but the person he had copied perhaps? Did one of the students in the room have shadow-based abilities, a sort of opposite to Tsura?

A calm and authoritative voice spoke up, declaring that the darkness was an illusion. Sure enough, once she doubted its existence, the obscuring cloud lifted, and the room became visible once more. She could see how the rest of the students were reacting. Some, like her, had reached for light sources, others were standing up to fight, and the third main group had grabbed for support, either from their desks or each other.

But nearest to her, Tsura was in a class of her own. She sure hadn't been kidding when she said she burned sun-bright. The girl-shaped silhouette shone with such a radiance that it was difficult to look at her for too long, except to note how fast she was cycling through colours. Standing as near as she was, Rebekah could feel the light on her skin, as if it were a very hot summer's day and her tanning was beginning to move towards getting a sunburn.

The elemental suddenly lurched toward her, and she felt it on her face before anything else, with an near-instant tightening of her skin. She shied back with eyes squinting nearly shut, trying to see in the brightness.
"Whoa, hold back there!" she called. "Dial it down, or you'll give the whole room a sunburn!"

[Assistant]
Dizzy
Griffin growled annoyed. Someone, he thought it was Connor but it was hard to be sure in the dark, said that the darkness was an illusion. Apparently that was enough for some of the others to break free but not enough for him. The darkness lessened but didn't disappear completely. He heard Kassy say she could help. He used his sense of smell and hearing to find the girl. Once he found her he growled. "Help us get ride of this illusions."

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Katherin shook her head when Connor said the darkness was an illusion. Once she calmed down enough to think she could see past the illusion. Being tricked made her mad. Mostly at herself. It was stupid to fall for such a simple illusion. "I'm right here Phoebe. I'm fine." She assured her friend. She was glad to see the other girl moving towards her.

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Location: Academy
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 Nathan continued to rise, hyperventilating and looking every direction frantically, the darkness around him only increased as well as his panic. As he felt his head brush against something, he threw his fist upwards, feeling his arm shoot through something, he continued to punch. His already extremely limited vision began to blur and his hearing was quickly drowned out by an incredibly high-pitched ringing. He cupped his hands over his audio-receptors, groaning in pain as he lowered himself to the floor. His entire body began to tremble as his breaths turned to quick, fearful gasps. Dropping to a knee, he applied even more pressure to his head, trying to silence the ringing.

" Wha- What's happening, what's happening?!"
 He murmured between gasps, his body continuing to spasm as he felt the walls and ceiling close in around him. If he had any food in his stomach he would have vomited by now, but instead he began to dry heave, his body convulsing as he did so.


[System]
Age
17
Race
Human
Nationality
Mistrali
Physical Description
Sepia is slightly average, though some might consider her tall while others a shortstack. At 5'7" and seventeen-year-old she is a bit taller than most girls she knows plenty who have a few inches on her. More distinct is her golden irises. Her long, well-kempt hair by comparison is rather inconsequential with shades of brown which is commonplace in pretty much every Kingdom in Remnant. A black hair-tie is the only accessory she pairs her hair with.
Characterization
If you ever talked to Sepia, you would probably never guess she was in line to inherit a major share in the Mistral Trading Company.

Down to earth, kind, and decidedly unpretentious, Sepia rarely shows the silver spoon that is firmly tucked in her mouth. There are some quirks to come with her privilege, but generally such things are more difficult to notice. She is playful, however. Bold, too. She's not exactly much of a 'critical thinker' choosing to instead jump into the fray without a plan most of the time. If she wasn't so good at adapting to a situation on the spot, she'd probably be a terrible huntress. If she was a bit more aware of her own flaws beyond physical weakness she'd probably admit it, too. People around Sepia might find her a bit of a lovable idiot, the kind of person who removes the tension in a room with a quick-witted joke or well-needed pick-me-up. She's probably the first one to brew a cup of tea or tell a ridiculous story.

This is not to say Sepia is without any sort of grit. When the stakes are high she gets serious and when the topic of her parents come up she tries to change the subject. While she loves her parents deeply, she doesn't particularly like them. The only person she wants to do right by is herself, or maybe the huntress who inspired her to be one.
Backstory
The Al Mond family is one of the richest families in Mistral, descending from early scavengers in Anima who discovered rare materials that became valuable through the need to fight Grimm. They would go on to create the Mistral Trading Company alongside the Cerise Family. They would serve as primary rivals to the Schnee and other families in neighboring kingdoms. It would be a legacy that Sepia would be more than aware of, given the persistence of her very demanding parents who would remind her of her responsibilities her whole life.

But Sepia liked taking risks. From the very beginning it became clear she had no interest being some accountant or company head, looking instead to her idol, Fern Vermillion, for inspiration. This, of course, originated back to Sepia's childhood when a group of brigands kidnapped her during a festival in Mistral. While traumatic, Sepia was fortunate to have been saved by Fern, a storied Mistrali huntress; a happening that showed her not only how cool the lifestyle of a huntsman was but also how strong they were. Being a child and unable to do anything against her captors, a quiet resentment built in the young heiress and it was from that day she decided she would never be weak again. It would be the first time Sepia's resolve would become apparent to the dismay of her parents.

The difficult part would become having her parents approve of her designs on her own life. An effort that Sepia never really felt mattered in the long run since there seemed to be a unending resistance to her ideas. Despite huntresses and huntsmen being seen as highly regarded figures, her mother in particular refused to see the point in such endeavors—or so she told Sepia when she was thirteen-years-old. Seven months later at a gala Sepia decided to do the one thing that her family couldn't ignore; she announced she would be attending Sanctum Academy. The only way she'd be able to control her own destiny would be to assert it in a way that her parents saw as a public spectacle. Her mother was furious with her, but in the end Sepia got her wish.

After years of bold escapades and training at Sanctum Academy, her path seems pretty clear as she prepares for her initiation at Haven Academy.
Semblance
Sepia's Semblance is called Timesweeper, an ability that gives the appearance that the Mistrali woman sees attacks coming before the attacker even telegraphs them. In truth, it's a visual technique of which she is barely able to use effectively in that she adjusts her aura to hypercharge her perception of attacks directed towards her. In short, she sees things slower when activated. This semblance could be quite powerful if trained, but as it is the physical strain on overuse is very high.

Who knows how it'll develop in ten or twenty years of use? For the time being it is merely a "holy crap" emergency release button and it'll have to do.
Weapon & Fighting Style
Elysium and Pandora are non-transformative revolvers crafted by a Mistrali weaponmaster during The Great War and the weapons of choice for Sepia in her role as a Huntress of Mistral. The revolvers are durable weapons that have a chamber for conventional bullets and dust cartridges, allowing to transmutate attacks into powerful attacks on their foes.

In conjunction with her weapon, Sepia is a capable combatant. While she can strike enemies at close range with melee attacks from her revolvers she is able to also utilize a strong athletic core with her knees, thighs, and calves. Her athleticism is one of her finest points beyond how she is able to react quickly in the heat of the moment. If a Grimm or criminal corner her they can expect to deal with a flurry of kicks, knee strikes, and flips.
Intangibles
- Sepia attended combat school at Sanctum Academy and is well-versed in weapon fighting.
- Impulsive, doesn't plan ahead which can be a disservice to a team environment.
- Cocky and bold, doesn't understand boundaries let alone what her privileges have made her ignorant of.
- The first to apologize. Has unrelenting kindness albeit a distinct obliviousness.
- Has unlocked her aura and semblance, but is not particularly skilled with it.

[User]
"Wow, they really let that guy in?"

"Must be because of Reine?"

"Even still, how did they manage to convince the headmaster to take in a common thug like that."

"Not even born in Mistral, though he'd fit right in with the gangs like all the othe-"

"Ssssh, he's looking this way."

Silme walks into the quad area with an irritable expression, bag slung over his shoulder as glares towards the gossiping upperclassmen that he'd heard talking about him. He had expected it from kids in his class, doing his best to not let his annoyance at their muttering whispers show on his face. It had been like this the whole way up(so much so he'd taken to jogging up the whole thing in order to get away from the chatter), though luckily there was another celebrity to take the attention off him in the class. Some rich heiress or something whose biggest accomplishment as far as he was aware of was getting kidnapped as a kid. Reine had talked about it when mentioning a colleague of theirs, but he wasn't that interested in an aspiring damsel in distress.

She'll probably flunk out and go back to sucking on her silver spoon before the year is out. Silme sapres a quick glance in the rich girl's direction but doesn't really pay her much mind as he goes back to grumbling under his breath, standing tall even under the weight of more than a few suspicious stares. As long as I don't have to deal with her. The last thing I need to tell Reine is I flunked out of this school because some princess couldn't carry her weight.

Taking a moment to look behind him, Silme noted a familiar face amongst the crowd, leaping about without a care as if he was getting high off the air.

"Well, didn't expect to see you here gear-head."The young faunus just gives a nod of his head, his face and voice remaining neutral even if the distraction of a faint acquaintance helped to take his mind(and temper) off of the rumor mill forming around him. "Hope your gear manages to hold up better for the test than it does when I use it."

@Eisenhorn

[Assistant]
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H A V E N A C A D E M Y
E N T R A N C E
K I N G D O M O F M I S T R A L

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It seemed like there were an endless number of stairs that led up to Haven Academy. Not that it really mattered all that much to Bren, the monotony of steps let his mind calm down a bit as the nerves he hid so well began to rear their ugly heads. He was further away from home and his parents than he'd ever been in his entire life, but this was what he wanted. He had argued with his parents repeatedly to convince them to let him go someplace other than Atlas Academy, and he wasn't about to let cold feet stop him from doing what he loved. A quick mental shake was all he really needed to push those emotions back down and focus more firmly on his surroundings. He felt a bump against his side and let himself glance down at the spectral canine that was currently walking up the stairs next to him. A collection of purple and black energy that bled of in small wisps around the form of one third of his semblance in the shape of a large wolf-like entity. This particular spirit being the first of the three that he summoned while training with his mother, and was the most relaxed of the three, always calmed his nerves even further than he could on his own. Something about it reminded him of home and that was enough to completely put his mind at ease. He gave the spirit a pat on its, mostly, incorporeal form before continuing on. Hopefully he'd be allowed to keep the spirit present, the instructors in Atlas had never really had much of an issue with it, but he didn't know what kind of rules were present at Haven.

There were plenty of people, his own age and older, heading up the stairs and he couldn't help letting his gaze wander to try and get an idea of the types of individuals he may end up on the same team with. Everyone had their weapons and the upperclassmen were clear to see as they walked with a bit more confidence than the rest of the group. He could overhear some of the conversation, something about a person named Reine which was not a name he recognized; probably some famous Mistrali hunter if he had to guess. Eh, if it's important I'll hear about it later. He was at Haven to learn after all.

The quad was much more open than the stairs and that was something Bren greatly appreciated. While he had no problem being around people it made his skin crawl to be packed in with so many at once without much personal space. Not many people caught his attention has he stepped up the final few steps, though he could see a red-headed young man who appeared to be in several places at once with how quickly he was moving as well as a silver haired individual who looked more than a little pissed off. He made a quick mental note to keep his distance on that one...last thing I need is a fight on my first day at Haven. He'd also heard mention of someone who was from a wealthy Mistrali family, he wasn't sure if it was someone his family had dealings with as they were more on the technological side of things, but he supposed there was always the possibility.

A quick sweep of his eyes allowed him to find a space by a bench somewhat away from everyone else where he could post up and continue to people watch to his heart's content. He found it was the easiest way to get an idea of who he would be dealing with, especially if someone didn't know they were being watched. He let himself sink down onto the bench, maybe the stairs had taken a little more effort than he would've liked, and snapped his fingers to command his spirit to post up underneath his legs. He had no intention of letting anything go awry, having just one of his spirits present took very little effort anymore, but it wasn't worth the risk. However, he simply decided to watch and wait to see what he could figure out about the unfamiliar space.

[User]
Location: Haven Academy, Mistral

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Sepia Al Mond hadn't had so much attention on her in months, not since the regional tournament at Sanctum Academy.

She had done well enough in that tournament, but she hadn't been a crown victor or anything. A girl from Kuchinashi's combat school had bested her in the second round. People had told her it had been an embarrassing defeat but she had just laughed it off. By the four maidens, she laughed it off now. The brown-haired heiress, or she supposed soon to be ex-heiress, felt some degree of uncomfortable. It was always one or two ways people looked at her—walking on eggshells around her or being in resplendent awe that they could breathe the same air as her. Well, actually, there was a third. It became clear when the people who had flocked around her, some of them upperclassmen, mentioned how a faunus was giving her the stare of death. She didn't hear it much, though; the only thing she could hear was noise.

Should she have worn a cloak? or maybe a mask. Not having people recognize her would have been a net benefit, but taking punches of all kinds was kind of the job she had signed up for. While she was stressed by the crowd, she knew she had to keep that under wraps. She wasn't going to make it look like she was weak. The goal was to use Haven Academy as a stepping stone for her career as a huntress and to not ever feel like that again, so a bunch of people hating her or fake-liking her wasn't going to throw her off her feet!

"Geez, guys." She managed, "It's not a big deal."

Whatever they had said wasn't. The big deal was everyone getting a chance to become real deal apprentice huntsman and huntresses. After all, this was the academy that built up living legends like Fern Vermillion. Someday Sepia would be able to be as confident and strong like her idol. Someday soon.

As her eyes averted from the crowd and on the grand hall she could feel an excitement build in her stomach. In a few minutes, the door to being a Grimm exterminator and protector of justice would be open and her calling in life would be all in her grasp! She could barely hold her excitement inside as a wide, soft smile formed on her face as she looked onward as her right hand tightened on the handle of her suitcase. She was going to pass whatever initiation they threw at her. There was no way she wouldn't!

To be a huntress of Mistral... there was no other option.