[System]
Age: 18

Birthday: February 17, X874

Magic:
The user is able to manipulate the gravity around them, but for Wes, he can only properly control it by using his arms or legs to control and move the gravity in the given direction. But the only limitation that Wes has when using it is that it requires more magic depending on how much gravity he exerts. And Wes hasn't trained enough using his magic without any body movement; if he tried it can cause sudden unpredictable shifts in the gravity around him and could result in some drastic consequences.

Examples: Note that it requires the gravity wizard to move his/her arms or legs in order to properly control the gravity.

Gravity Push: Able to manipulate gravity in any particular place and control it in that area in any direction, size and force. However, the greater the force that is exerted, the more magic is used, and the further the distance that user decides to manipulate the more difficult it becomes to actually change and maintain away from the normal gravity, which requires more magic to maintain.

Gravity Stride: Able to control the gravity nearby and either increase or decrease the gravity to help propel the user forward or increase the speed of the user's physical attacks. And again, the greater the gravity exerted, the more magic is used.

Gravity Repel Shield: If the user raises one arm as if blocking, that gravity in front will push away anything that attempts to cross it's path. If the user raises both arms as if blocking the gravity around them will push away anything that also attempts to cross it's path. However, while one or both arms are raised, the user can't perform another spell unless one arm is free and isn't doing the gravity shield. And the amount of gravity pushing away depends on how much magic the user can use, so something could be fast enough to pierce through the gravity shield's current force of gravity.

Gravity Proxi: Allows the user to create a concentrated amount of gravity within a part of their body. This also allows the user to strike an opponent in close range and transfer that concentrate gravity to the opponent and control their gravity. This is stronger than Gravity Push, but is stronger since it's meant for close combat.

Other things that might be learned in the future, TBA...
Also please note that when he does use gravity magic it's like using the force from Star Wars.

The user is able to put any living thing to sleep for a certain period of time depending on how much magic is exerted when casting it. However, sleep magic only works in close range and the user would have to lift only their pinky, ring, and middle fingers on one hand directed in a specific direction. Also, the magic is more effective if the person put to sleep was unaware of the magic before getting cast with it, those who were of it or might have slight insomnia have more resistance towards it but may become drowsy for a short duration of time.

Magic Level: A

History:
Wes was born and raised in a town called Jazand which was built on a desert said to have burning sands, but it had a great community except for his parents who abused. While growing up, he found a wizard who knew gravitational magic and the teacher gladly accepted Wes's request to learn magic. The magic he learned was what he found the most joy in until his parents pushed him too far, which enraged Wes, and buried the entire town beneath the burning sand. There were only a few survivors from the event and those who did survive had severe burnt marks and they had to wrap most of their body in bandages, including Wes. When the Magic Management Council arrived to help, the citizens told them that Wes was the one who caused the event. Afraid of what the Council might do to him he tried pleading that he was innocent since he didn't use his magic. However, he accidentally pushed one of the soldiers away with his gravity, which started the government's attempt to capture Wes. After being chased out of town, Wes quickly tried to cover himself so no can recognize him and went into hiding. Years have gone by, he traveled to many places, escaped the Council's grasped multiple times, battled against various wizards, accidentally putting people in danger, and where ever he went his personality outside slowly developed into a cold and apathetic attitude thinking that if can't protect anyone, then he might as well turn them away to prevent any future problems. Eventually, he found himself at the Phoenix Wing Guild and decided to join since it would easily help him find jobs to earn money, but after joining he doesn't stay in the guild much because of the requests that he takes quickly.

Personality:
Is mostly quiet and introverted, but might joke around, has a cold and apathetic attitude. However on the inside, he does care for the little things he finds in life, especially people that have helped him, but feels sad that he can't properly help anyone.

Team Members:
Currently not part of a team.

Three Strengths:
1. His resistance in intense heat.
2. His determination when he can actually help someone.
3. His parkour skills.

Three Weaknesses:
1. His terrible social interaction skills.
2. His cold and apathetic personality.
3. His disdain for sweet and sour foods.

Greatest Love:
Finding a place where doesn't destroy and can actually protect.

Motivation:
Proving his innocent of his crime.

Appearance:
Wes is about 5'8'' tall, slim, brown skin tone, his body is practically shrouded by the wraps of bandages around him except on his hands, feet, and head, and the hood from his coat that covers most of his head except for his eyes.

Additional Details:
His guild mark is blue and on the side of his right shoulder.
No one actually knows his past, not even the guild master, because Wes tends to be quiet, doesn't stay in the guild hall too long, and took his wanted poster from request board.
He also really likes spicy foods.

[User] After some time had past, the boat finally arrived on the shoreline of Freesia Island, "Okay this should be a good spot to stop, just don't stay too long, dem vulcans be scary." said the captain of the ship as he remained on board and Wes stepped off. He stretched as he felt glad to be back on land, then he took a quick glance at the terrain in front of them. "So Angelo, you have the paper for the job, do you no where we can our client?" He said while looking out in what could be behind the trees near the coast. "It's quite the forest we have here, hopefully it won't prove too much of a challenge to find the guy."

[Assistant]
Mayt smiles fully as he takes his sandwich, and he starts to dig in, chewing and swallowing, and loving the taste of the sandwich. Sasha seemed to have some trouble reading, and he blushed, realizing she must have dyslexia or something. He would scoot over by her to get a better look at the picture of the plant, his shoulder brushing up against hers. He read over the text about the plant, curious as to its properties. He didn't say anything as he started to work towards finishing his sandwich. Sasha can easily feel that his barrier of heat is back.

Mayt spoke again once he had finished his food, wiping his mouth and folding up the napkin, putting it in his pocket to throw away in a trash can later. "Sorry, I didn't know you had dyslexia." He says quietly, knowing she probably was sensitive about the subject. He doesn't really give her a chance to respond before he goes on to "Interesting looking plant. but I feel like it's still going to take hours to find this thing. I'm not much of a herbalist. I can't tell you a pansy from a tulip." He smiles, jokingly, and pushes against her slightly with his shoulder. Causing her to rock a little bit, but not hard. "The sandwich was nice though." He looks like he's about to say something else, then shakes his head, and Sasha might be able to see him pinching his own leg with his left hand. He leans back, looking up at the sky. He lets out a long breath, hoping to have a few more minutes before they had to head back to the road. He had spent most of the past week walking around between places, and he wasn't super keen on the hike back to the town they were in that they had to do later.

Mayt hums a soft tune as he moves so that he's lying down, his legs still folded up where he was sitting. He sets his hands on his stomach, twiddling them. "I would've preferred to actually eat a little later, so that we'll probably be done by the time we wanted to eat again. Also, if we finish the job today, will we just set up camp on the road? Or will we try to go all the way back, even if it turns to night?" He lifts his head up a little to look at Sasha.

[User]
She smiled when Mayt shifted closer, so their shoulders touched, and shifted the book slightly so he could see it better, shifting closer to the heat he created, enjoying it. She started to eat, but lowered her sandwich when Mayt said about her having Dyslexia, and she grimaced, lowering her sandwich as he continued, talking about the plant.She managed to smile, moving with the push he gave her, and laughed softly, looking at him curiously when he seemed to want to sa something else, and then abused himself by pinching himself. She blinked, wondering why he did that.

She pondered for a minute, looking at the picture, and saaid, "Don't worry, I can identify it. It's actually an easy one to identify, even though its quite rare. it has a different curve,, and style to some other things, and some times, it has small white flowers" She blushed, and said "I'm good at drawing, I notice things like that" She said, "but something could be doing this, creating an illness, so, its always good to have backup" She smiled, but she seemed troubled. She folded up her half eaten sandwich in the packaging it came in, setting it aside, and drinking some water.

She sighed softly, "it would be best to make camp if we do finish today, unless we can get a vehicle or something." she said, "I'd like to see it through though, see if the cure works." Even though the job request didn't require that, Sasha didn't think it felt right to just find the herb and go on their way. "We can find some more food too" She said, almost as an after thought. She looked down at her hands, frowning.

"I'm not Dyslexic. I just can't read well" She said softly, still looking down at her hands, wondering if she should have just gone on with the Dyslexia idea, but that didn't seem...honest. "My parents died when I was a kid, and my mentor didn't focus on things like reading, and i was generally too exhausted to practice reading myself" She said, her cheeks slowly reddening, and she sighed again, closing her eyes, ready for ridicule, even though she knew that was foolish.

[Assistant] Angelo walked out of the boat and he put mark in his shirt pocket to protect mark from any of the beasts nearby that would hurt his little friend putting some bread pieces in the pocket with him in case he is hungry. then angelo looked at his request sheet and told Wes "well it doesn't say where we can find him but it says his name is Gentai chin. so now the question is if you were a hermit where would you set up shop? right now my best guess is that if he is having a Vulcan problem then it means he is somewhere high up most likely near any mountains or hills so lets start their" Angelo told Wes as he put the request sheet back in his pocket and started to walk through the forest looking for anything that would resemble a hermits hut

[User]
"Sure, I don't mind staying near the place to see if it works. It'd be interesting." He yawns, and smiles at Sasha, the smile fading as she explains she isn't dyslexic. He stared up, musing for a few moments, before slowly saying. "Ah, well, too bad for him. He didn't get to hear your sweat voice reading things to him." He chuckles slightly, then frowns. Scratching his stomach, he closes his eyes. His face softens slightly, and his breathing levels out. After a few moments he jumps, half sitting up. He shakes his head, and gives Sasha a meek smile. "Sorry."

"Well, to be honest, at least you had someone who took a real interest in your life. Or, at least, a reasonable few. I was taken away from my birth parents because they were criminals, my second pair gave me up because they couldn't handle me, and my third set were completely incompetent. They quite literally adopted me because, and I quote, "to see what having a child is like, without having to go through the stress of giving birth to one". They're probably happily not having kids right now. Or, because I basically took care of myself, they could be in over their head with a five or six year old." He sighed, and stared up at the sky. "Well, when I said 'couldn't handle me' I meant 'I drew a knife on them because they wouldn't get the hell off my back'." Mayt closes his eyes again, giving Sasha time to respond to him telling her about his many parents.

[Assistant]
Sasha looked over with a smile, and noticed that Mayt seemed to be falling asleep, and she smiled with amusement, flinching as he jumped, and she shrugged, "You could have sleep for a bit, if you wanted" she said, falling silent as he spoke about his parents. three sets of parents? Sasha seemed puzzled at that. How could any parent give a kid up, even if they couldn't handle them? She supposed that it would be a dilemia, and she guessed she could understand, if it was about providing the best care. She supposed having a knife pulled on you would make you a bit unable to handle a kid.

She was actually jealous, given the fact that when her parents had died, no one had taken her in, no family or anything, and she had had to make it on her own for a month or so, before her mentor took her in. She looked over at him, "At least you had a chance to have parents try to look after you. Even if it didn't work out" She added, shrugging, "You'll find out that most people in Phoenix Wing have some sort ofevent in their backgrounds" She said, "or at least, thats my guess" She mused, leaning back and looking up at the sky.

"We can rest for a little bit, if you want" She said after a few moments, "We can get a carriage on the way back too, I'm sure the city without sound will have access to one maybe" She said, noticing that he seemed tired, and she wanted to make it easier. She put the book, map and Job request in her satchel, shrugging her satchel off, and leaning back herself.

[User]
"Okay then, lets start looking around the base of the mountain nearby and gradually go up. We might even find some clues on the way as to where Gentai lives. And a hut is probably our best guess as to what the guy lives in." So Wes began their trek through the island's forest in hopes of finding the hermit who apparently is stubborn enough to remain living here with a bunch of vulcans. "Angelo, any ideas what we might do if we encounter a vulcan first instead of Gentai?" he said to see what he responds with. As they traversed the island Wes could already feel how uneven the ground is and was unnoticed because of all the plant life that made the ground appear smooth.

"If we do meet find one first and things go bad, I could try the new technique that I've been practicing that specializes in close combat, great with these vulcans. Just hope I can get it to work right this time." he thought himself while searching for their client.


[System]
Gender: Female

Age: 26

Race: Human

Element: Earth

Dream: Unable to return to Cocahana, Lassie seeks means to overcome the rulership of Zweite Junta and locate, free, and reunite with her parents.

Home: The island of Cocahana is one of lavish celebrations and a communal atmosphere. Garlands, flowers, adorned skulls and other colorful decorations are commonly found outside even the smallest of abodes. The people of Cocahana value loyalty, respect, and the pursuit of strength. As such, warriors in particular are well-respected, and exhibition fights - aimed to entertain rather than result in injury - are a popular pastime. Those who are victorious in such fights, besting opponents even without explicit intent to harm, are hailed as beacons of discipline and skill, often attaining at least local fame.

Gimmicks: Lassie is, in the simplest sense, a flower Luchadora. Utilizing her Earth affinity to draw upon the soil around her, she creates botanic weaponry and tools to aid her in fights. Additionally, she thrives in hand-to-hand combat, slamming, twisting, and jumping around like a madwoman. She is also very much an entertainer to a fault, over dramatizing what happens around her - in and out of combat.

Personality: Lassie greatly prefers her middle name, Belladonna, as she feels it sounds more sophisticated and grandiose. She often forgoes introducing herself with her first name entirely, and tends to become a little, in lack of a better word, pissy when those not allowed to do so, call her Lassie. Belladonna considers herself a role-model for the young and aimless. Courageous, honorable, and always out to protect the weak and punish evil, Bella strives to be a knight-like figure with exemplary behavior as well as appearance. Indeed, she has a penchant for the extravagant, and fashion - especially the more "out there" fashion - is one way to break her heroic facade and start a descend into feverish fawning. Belladonna is a sucker for anything flashy, and will compliment even an enemy if they showcase a striking sense of style. A sweet-tooth at heart, Belladonna is easy to sway with presents of the confectionery variety. In fact, she regularly eats herself into a sugar shock during celebrations, much to the chagrin of those who wish the Hija del Diabolo would not break her chivalrous facade in public. Unfortunately for them, Belladonna is far from stoic; she is a hot-blooded woman who approaches most aspects of her life with fierce determination and a willingness to give it her all. This is especially true for relationships; Bella is a fiery lover with a tendency for over-the-top courting and almost poetically wallows in heartfelt regret over any connection that was not to come to fruition.

Background: As the daughter of well-respected fighters, Belladonna idolized her parents and the way people admired them for their strength and sincerity. As such, even as a child, Bella had set her mind to become a champion who would live life to the fullest and bring down the fist of justice to evil-doers. She displayed immense talent during her training, and joined her parents in all capacity permissible for a minor, promoting and sparring with them. As Belladonna grew older, she quickly attained a reputation that stretched across the surrounding areas, drawing in viewers as well as challengers from other islands. With gymnastic elegance and supplementary usage of her Earth attunement, the beautiful but deadly Luchadora known as the Devil's Daughter, became a sensational discovery, even by Cocahana's illustrious standards of gifted fighters. However, her graceful and efficient combative talent eventually drew the attention of a nobleman with close ties to the Zweite Junta's rulership; This royal crossing would prove to be disastrous. Easily dispatching of the noble's designated substitute champion, the man, enraged and humiliated, set the gears in motion to get his reveng on La Hija del Diablo. Soon, Belladonna found herself arrested, unable to overcome the squadron sent to subdue her. Worse, the woman with an infernal loyalty towards her family and close friends had to witness her parents - now elderly weak - suffer the same fate. On this day, Lassie Belladonna Swings swore revenge!

Inventory: The Mask™ is the pride of the devilish off-spring, and a popular rumor back in Cocahana was that even her parents have forgotten what she looks like without it. Do not touch or ask her to take it off!
A variety of fashionable clothes, often adorned with feathers and jewels.
Two little pouches, one for sunflower seeds and one for sweets, respectively.[url][/url]

[User]
Cayde Selmy

"Thank you for the save," Cayde replied, rubbing the discolored areas of his skin where he had once been shackled. The nobleman then looked over to his cell door. There it stood, calling his name and pleading for him to leave. Yet, he continued to hesitate. He didn't like it here, that was obvious, but what sort of life waited for him out there away from this prison. His uncle would probably never rest until he was recaptured or killed. Every waking moment would be spent on his toes, searching for the next assassin or bounty hunter. Was that really a life he was willing to live?

His decision would be made for him though as two guards suddenly spotted them. Suddenly, his military training kicked in. There were lives at stake now, his and his fellow inmates of course, but also the guards. They did nothing wrong, merely keeping imprisoned the people they were told had broken the law in one way or another. They had lives and families just as much as the rest of them. The army had taught him that sometimes casualties were to be expected, but that didn't mean there couldn't be an attempt to save them. He wouldn't force the others to do so, but for now it was non-lethal strikes only until he found a reason to kill.

Still Cayde was a swordsman, not a pugilist, so when he saw the weapon lying by the unconscious guard his first reaction was to grab it. Rolling forward, the nobleman grabbed the blade by the hilt and lifted it above his head to parry the conscious guard's first attack. It was easy to see faults in his opponent's stance, an easy life of keeping locked up prisoners from getting out of what was until now an impenetrable prison makes one lazy and out of practice. So Cayde followed up his defense with a kick to the guard's extended leg, probably breaking his knee. It would heal... eventually. It was better than being dead.

However, there was still the problem of the guard running for help. His opponent was incapacitated but still a danger and the other one was still very much active and uninjured. Someone needed to go after the man or else their escape would be short lived. No Erune was apart of their merry band of escapees, meaning there was no obviously faster member. Draphs were known for their strength not speed, so the impressively endowed woman was not his first pick. The silver and blue haired woman didn't look very physically active, perhaps being a spellcaster of some sort. Either way, also probably not the best decision for a runner. And their bard savior didn't seem at all interested in further dirtying his hands. So that left one other unless anyone else chose to leave their cell. "Satirra? How fast do you think you can run?"

,@The Irish Tree,@AdmrlStalfos19,@Sunbather,@Hyyde322

[Assistant] {{Ignore}}

[User]
"So it is..."

A kneeling silhouette began to move, slowly and with precise purpose in every movement. Lassie B. Swings had pondered the vision - and she was certain that it was a vision, a calling, perhaps even a prophecy, and no mere dream or hallucination - but the time for thoughts was in the past. Now, action beckoned her to move.

Springing up from her cross-legged, grounded seating position, petals in the colours of the rainbow trailed through the air, twirling around her. Clever eyes shot across the sad cell, accentuated by the sparse exposure of her face, which was well-hidden behind lavish greenery shaped to encase her head, leaving only a hole at the back, from which a diamond-like mane cascaded down her shoulders.

"The pursuit is not the noblest of tasks, I confess! However, I, Belladonna, will offer my services, for they are needed in dishing out... JUSTICE!"

With grandeur, the woman gestured frantically, straining at the jingling chain that connected her ankle to the wall. Behind the loose prisoner jump suit, peeks of a well-tanned, steeled physique revealed themselves. The indecent exposure carried no such inappropriate notions, though - such notions were entirely drowned out by the confident swagger with which the luchadora presented herself.

"Now, my draconian friend, it is time to unshackle me!" Her demand was followed by a blizzard of flowery pink reaching out of her cell, and towards the bard, where they descended with sad grace. "I will mute the escapees alarm, like they have muted your poetic performances, the barbarians, if only you lend me your hand... Well, and uhm... the keys."


[System]
Sex: Female
Age: 19
Occupation: Waitress in one of the ship's fancy restaurants
Crew or Passenger: Crew
Improvised Weapon: none yet (but since she's in a kitchen she will probably end up with a knife or something)
Equipment of Note: Crew keys, crew radio,
Location: In the kitchen (to the restaurant she working in)

[User]
"Ah, good, i thought ths thing never worked. well thats not true but you know?" he kicked his feet back and flicked the lights back on "Now you dont have to see in a red tone" he checked the other screens for more life.

There was a woman stadng next to someone, now charles liked crude jokes, jokes like switching on the spriklers to scare people, he be leant back, flicked the emergancy lights on and the main lights off, locked down the doors and put a red swirling light on... and in a calm and slow voice spoke into that zone "Attention, Radiation iminate, evacuate now" he leant in his chair to watch them hurry and scram.

[Assistant] Nadia sighed in relief as the lights became normal and she looked around, noticing the dead girl was near her. She got up and moved over to sit further away from her, sitting nearer to the girl on the couch. "So, Uhm, who are you guys?" She asked, looking at the guy and the girl. They didn't seem to be crazy like the man she saw earlier. And also they didn't attack her nor talk in a weird creepy way. Perhaps they were sane..? "I'm Nadia" she smiled, hoping to get the conversation going on.

[User] charles spun back around and flicked the Tanoi, "Charles, i work the machines"

[Assistant]
While Stevie waited for Devon's answer, using his free hand, he put the adjustable cane into his sack and pulled out the radio.

"While you contemplate, I'll see if there's any suckers who'll be willing to help us."

Stevie flicked on the radio, "Hello? Hello? Sorry we haven't talked on this channel, we're still alive, just a bunch of Cruise Crazies tried to ambush us. Anyone else still alive after their dealings with these guys?"

[User] the radio on his shoulder sparked to life "I have eyes on 2 groups across the ship who seem to be alive over"

[Assistant]
Ryu looked at Tindy with a quizzical look. The situation the ship and all those aboard it were in and this girl was attempting to flirt with him? At least he thought she was. "No, we haven't..." He said. "I'm Ryu." He added, also announcing to the chef and the girl he had managed to identify as German from the accent. "As for your friend, you three are the first people I've seen bar the obese guy who tried to kill me not 10 minutes ago, so no I haven't seen her. A more pressing question though is what the hell is going on here? As I just mentioned, 10 minutes ago I woke up with someone trying to kill me. Then I come here and it's a massacre site and you're..." He motioned at the chef at this point, "... waving a damn spear around and dropping microwaves on people! What the hell was gotten into everyone suddenly?!" He was almost on the verge of shouting now.

It was at that moment, just when Ryu thought things weren't going to get any worse that the lights went off, replaced with what must have been emergency lighting, the doors locked down and a warning about radiation blared out. Ryu let out an exasperated groan and shook his head. "Lovely. Just what I needed!"

[User]
Ella drank some water from her bottle before she put it down on the bar counter. Then she leaned down and took out a vodka bottle and slid it down the counter towards the guy.
"There you go, sir" She said, dragging out on the word 'sir' that she always had to use when she talked to or served a passenger.

Ella knew herself too well to know that she wouldn't stand to be in the same room as that guy for much longer, and she needed to find Tindy. She just wished that Tindy was alright, and hadn't gone craxy just yet.

"Hey, by the way. You haven't met someone namned Tindy, have you? She's part of the crew." Ella asked the guy. "Or have you been to busy making sure that your fancy clothes are okay?"

[Assistant]
The lights dimmed, and then fluttered out in the Sushi Bar. Jimmy, who had been resisting the urge to kill the two newcomers out of a warped sense of survival, braced himself for impact. Whenever the lights played up, it was always because of wave-related turbulence. Not so much as a slight vibration emitted from the floor however.

"The generators are failing," he muttered, lowering his spear completely and staring at the blank lights in stupid wonder.

And then the warning beacon came on, flashing an eerie red glow. Jimmy knew this light was used to convey emergencies, but it was normally accompanied by an alarm. "The fuck?" He mumbled, growing increasingly anxious. "Where's the alarm?"

"Attention, Radiation iminate, evacuate now" boomed out over the bar's speakers in a cool and neutral tone.

Jimmy smiled. Then laughed. "Okay," he said, struggling for breath. "Looks like a crazy has gotten himself into security. Great. That's fantastic." Noticing the worrying looks on the faces of his make-shift companions, he shook his head. "Unless that microwave I dropped was actually a fusion generator, there's not much chance of a radiation leak on a ship powered primarily by diesel."

Then the bar's doors locked.

"For fuck sakes," Jimmy cursed. He picked up his radio, went to utter some curses to the crazy with it, but then realised it was cracked and not working. "Huh," he said, "must have broken in the excitement. Oh well. One of you tell that prick we're coming for him - it wont do to have a crazy playing Saw in the middle of this mess."

Jimmy felt invigorated by the no-nonsense hero attitude he had so suddenly adapted. He moved back into the bar, noted that only a few crazies stood outside the establishment, and promptly went about smashing his way through the large glass windows. He picked up a bar stool, hefted it to see its weight, gave a smug nod and chucked it.

The glass shattered as the stool-shaped battering ram flew through it. Four crazies - a man in a Hawaiian shirt, an old lady in a stupid blood covered cardigan, and two young girls with matching floral swim suits, came charging through. They sliced themselves up bad on the broken pane, but only seemed to chuckle excitedly as the blood gushed from their flesh wounds.

"Could do with a hand out here," Jimmy called back to the kitchen, and then charged for the Hawaiian Shirt.

@Fillet@McHaggis@Jack

[User]
The alarms could be heard through-out the entire ship, including the first class. Only some more laughter was heard over the intercom.

"Sheesh, can't I get a moment's piece of mind?" Stevie quickly raided the fridge for another Vodka Bottle and Coke, quickly dropping them in his bag. "Come on Kid! He yelled, grabbing Devon by the wrist and pulling him into the hallway.

"One of the Crazies must be in the control room. Once we get up there, we should be able to take over. And get our caaaaaaaaaSHIT!"

As the two entered the Casino, they realized it was mostly empty, except for a giant stage gimmicked for someone named "The Mysterious Jericho". On the stage were ten crazies, five of them looked like dancers, assistant to a magician. Each one wore a different colored dress, Red, Yellow, Blue, Green, and Orange. (There must've been six before because they wore the same dress of the one Crazie Stevie killed. Only she wore purple.)

There were also five other crazies, three guards, and two guys in Hawaiian Shirts. (Stevie was beginning to feel there was a pattern in what these guys wore to indicate strength.)

"This ain't good." Stevie quiped.

"LADIES! AND GENTLEMAN! BOYS AND GIRLS! STEP RIGHT UP TO SEE THE MYSTERIOUS JERICHO! AS HE RIPS OPEN THE REMAINING PEOPLE ON THIS SHIP!"

Suddenly a magician wearing a white suit, top hat, and cape jumps at the top of the structure. Carrying......oh god......STEVIE'S MAGICAL ONE USE CHAINSAW! (A regular chain saw that was solar powered and never ran out of Juice.)

Stevie looked up, the entire room was covered by a skylight and it was a REALLLY sunny day outside. "This is not good at all."

[Assistant] Nick replied to the waitres chick introducing himself to her, turning around on his bar stools saying "Well I was drinking in here a while ago and suddenly shit went south"

[User] "So, Uhm, you did that..?" Nadia asked, pointing to the dead girl. "I was in the lobby when it all happened.. I wonder if that man is still chasing after me.." She said.

[Assistant]
chalres laughed into the mic "I am not crazy, i am sick and sadistic, not crazy though." he unlocked the doors, whitch would have no effect as the person had just smashed them. "No need to smash the door, it was a good door... I installed that door myself, took an hour to do. ah well"
He thoought he should check the casino, lots of "fun" things happen at the most crowded place on the ship.

Fortunately there was some fun to be had "Back away slowly, when it goes dark... bolt" he put into the tanio for the casino, often used for promotions of who won. he hit the switch and caused a blackout on deck, you could see, but not by much. He also notcided the soar powered chainsaw so he shut the blinds cauing a pitch black room "Good luck, shout when your out and ill lock the doors"

[User]
Nick was hoping they didn't notice the Suspiciously dead girl lying against the bar counter, but hey it wasn't His fault that she just decided to go crazy and attack him. She vomited all over his shoes for Christs sake

Well a awkward voice, much like a child when he was caught taking cookies out of a cookie jar, Nick answered the Waitress Oh yeah, She went crazy and attempted to kill me, yeah I had to kill her....sorry Truth be told, he just killed the girl because she messed up his shoes

[Assistant] "Ah, I see" Nadia said, keeping quiet as she looked at the girl.

[User]
Jimmy lunged his mop-spear at the crazy in the Hawaiian shirt, planting the fillet knife deep into its chest. The man screamed briefly, half in hysterical laughter, half in terror, and then crumpled to the ground. The old lady was next, and she came in swinging with her weighted handbag. Jimmy reacted quickly, thrusting his spear at her, and realising too late that the duct tape had failed, and that the knife was still embedded in the man with the Hawaiian shirt. This being the case, the harmless end of the map handle smacked against the old crone's face, knocking her glasses from her eyes.

"You fight like a little bitch," the old woman snarled, and then threw herself into Jimmy.

He punched, and punched, but the crazy had the strength no elderly woman had the right to bear. She wrapped her hands around his neck, and started trying to choke him.

"Help HELP HELP YOU USELESS IDIOTS!" Jimmy screamed towards the kitchen, before returning to the struggle.

[Assistant] Ryu launched himself through the doorway, past the chef and into the old lady. She flew across the corridor from the impact, only stopping when her body hit the far wall. Ryu quickly shifted his attention to the two girls in bikinis, who were advancing towards him with evil grins. Ryu glanced at the chef. "Two on two, take your pick which one you want." He said.

[User]
Jimmy struggled to his feet, clutching his swollen throat. "Fuck that hurt," he coughed, and then looked at the advancing bikini crazies. "I've got the left!"

He barrelled into the girl on the left, using his fists to pound her face into blood and teeth fragments. She laughed excitedly, and produced a razor blade from who-knows-where. Jimmy saw it just in time to roll clear of her, before it sliced his neck clean open.

"Oh come on honey," she said, getting to her feet and wiping the blood from her mouth. "Don't you like me?"

Jimmy looked left and right for a weapon, and settled on a small metallic bin with a flip-lid. "Oh I like you plenty sweet heart," he said with a smile. "But my friend, Ben the Bin, likes you more so!" With that, he swung the bin at her head, cracking her across the side of the skull. She fell to the ground, and he moved over to stomp down on her head. "I really hope there's no cure for this, I'm killing a hella lotta people today. Would be a shame if all it took was some paracetamol!"

[Assistant]
Ella gave the dead girl another look, before she started drumming on the water bottle in her hand. She was starting to become restless, and more and more worried about where her friend Tindy might be. She couldn't stand being in this bar anymore, she knew she should be looking for Tindy because she would be looking for her.
"Alright, I'm leaving." Ella announced and started walking towards the doors. "Good luck"

Ella took a look around before she entered the lobby. It was completely silent. Too silent.


[System]
Nicknames: Lace

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Personality: Lacey's a care-free girl, never being one to worry about petty issues and often seeking to just have a good time. Although she enjoys being in the company of others, she is extremely picky when deciding whether or not to trust someone. Past experiences have taught her that loyalty must be earned, and she doesn't deviate from such mindset. Despite her appearance, Lacey's favorite hobby is reading, and she can spend hours behind a book if the story is good enough to draw her in.

Why you are here: Confessed to a past incident of breaking and entering and assisting her boyfriend with drug deals after the police stormed his home. Given that she had a clean record prior to her relationship, the judge allowed her the option of attending the academy in lieu of going to jail.

How long you've been at Redwood: Six months

Other: Has an older cousin working within the academy

Name: Thomas Shaw

Nicknames: Tom

Age: 29

Gender: Male

Personality: Somewhat quiet, tends to keep to himself most of the time unless engaged. Thomas is by no means the shy type, but he prefers to observe rather than initiate a conversation. Given his line of work, Tom has been able to perfect a certain look that reiterates the behavior he expects from his students at all times, and it communicates to them that aside from that one warning, they don't receive second chances in his classroom.

Subjects you teach: Introduction to Spanish, and Spanish I & II

How long have you been at Redwood: Coming up on two years

Other: Unbeknownst to the rest of the staff, he's related to Lacey

[User]
Isaac
Isaac shuffled in to homeroom with his hand tightly around his bag. He spotted a girl with a necklace that just seemed to glow and his fingers itched. That would have to be his next target. It was a pretty pendent on a nice silver chain. He took his seat, it was always in the middle of the room, close enough to the back to blend in but far enough forward to not be labelled a slacker. His eyes slide to the girl again and he messed with his pencil, coming up with a plan on how to get it from her.

His eyes jumped to the front when he noticed the professor was watching him, putting his pencil down and folding his hands over each other. He could be the picture of innocence if he really tried, but for some reason he doubted that Payton really thought that. For some reason, he could barely get away with looking at someone's bag without being caught.

Payton
Payton had been in his office waiting from the morning. The first day of the semester was always the hardest. The students were switching dorms, starting new classes, and seemed to act out more in the beginning. He let out a sigh and tried to greet each of the students as they came in. "Good morning, Mr. Martin, Mr. Jefferies, Ms. Dawnson." He stood by the door and nodded as they moved in to the class, watching where each student took a seat. It wasn't the first he had any of these students, but they would be settling in to the new class.

They switched up who was in each class at the change of semester, so while most of them should have been used to working together, there was the chance that they wouldn't know each other well. "Morning, Ms. Bennington, Ms. Michaels, Mr. Hunter." Once all of the students had settled in their seats he turned to the board and began writing up the rules of the school. "I'm sure you've all heard this before, but we have to go over it one more time. You're not allowed to leave campus, you can't smuggle anything in, drugs and stealing are not tolerated." He went through the rules that were common for the first day before letting the students just settle in and relax. It was the first day so he may as well let them have time to chat before school really started up. Talking during class wasn't tolerated.

[Assistant]
Micah

Micah, clad in his supremely uncomfortable "uniform", sat in the back with his feet propped up on an empty desk in front of him. He thought about saying something along the lines of 'Yeah, yeah we get the spiel. So what are you gonna teach us, Insert-Clever-Insult here?' For once in his life, he wisely decided to hold off, though his reasoning was not as wise. Best to behave on the first day so it might open up more opportunities later. He blew his stringy bangs out of his face. Why the hell didn't he get a haircut before coming to this place? Nothing like being shaggy when you planned your future rule-bending.

 God, this was turning into one giant Breakfast Club meme. He made sure the pack of Trident spearmint gum he'd snuck in was secured snugly in his left Air Jordan 11. Good thing I don't know what Barry Manilow looks like, he thought smugly, unable to wipe the smirk off his face as he folded his arms and proceeded to stare down their "teacher". Staaang, Ryan Reynolds would be proud of those cheekbones! Micah wondered how much this guy was getting paid or if he was some celebrity volunteer. "Beautiful people" like that almost always had a story to explain why they were down with the mortals. Not that Micah was bad looking, but he wouldn't classify anybody else in the room as being classic Hollywood runway material either.

[User]
Kieren

Kieren slumped into his chair, sitting deliberately close to the door and the wall. He could feel his ears burning with irritation as he rubbed at his tired eyes. He had been up all night moving his possessions into his new dorm room and he really wasn't in the mood to socialize and do school work so early in the morning.

He looked across at the rules Payton had drawn up across the board and rolled his eyes. Of course he was going to break them - he wasn't going to be kept inside like some kind of prisoner! He sighed and turned his attention to the others in the room. Somewhere amongst them was his new roommate. He had seen them, he just hadn't committed their face or name to memory yet. Part of him hoped that he wouldn't need to.

[Assistant]
VIA
Via rolled her eyes as she entered the class room. She took a seat near the window in the back and sat down in her seat crossing her legs. She was wearing fishnets and black high heels. She wasn't one for uniforms, then again she wasn't one for conforming either. She had been at Redwood for about 8 months now and she hated it. She missed her partying. Via just sat there messing with her black manicured nails until she realized that the teacher was talking. He wasn't bad looking in the slightest.

Via looked at the rules on the board. She slightly giggled to herself. Rules were dumb to her and she thought rules are meant to be broken. She would leave the damn campus if she wanted to. She really didn't care about anyone or anything. Her attention was drawn away to the rest of the students in the class room. I wonder if there is anyone who wants a piece of this V She thought and smiled to herself.

[User]
Gray
Gray walked into the classroom quietly. She had only been in this prison for a few months and they were already making her change rooms. So, she barely got any sleep last night as she had to move all her junk to her new room. She sat down in a seat next to a window for the view and easy escape.
She scoffed at she rules she noticed on the board. Yeah right like she'd follow any of them. Leaving, that'd happen soon enough. Smuggling, most of the kids here had probably already done it, herself included. And stealing? Sounds fun.

[Assistant]
Lacey walked into the classroom, taking a quick glance at the other students before she sat down in her usual spot: the chair opposite the door on the front row. She wasn't quite sure why she liked it; maybe it was to avoid all the miserable souls who sat between her and whatever teacher happened to be giving the class. Aside from having virtually no freedom to go out except once in a while, the place wasn't anywhere near as bad as jail, so their forced rebellious attitude annoyed her more than anything.

After putting her stuff down, Lacey sat down on the chair and made herself comfortable before she turned around to address Vianna who was only a few spots directly behind her.

"Hey, roomie, I bet you're thrilled to be here," she said, motioning towards Payton with just the slightest movement. Lacey didn't know Vianna too well, but she'd seen her around campus before and from what Lacey could tell, Vianna was the flirty type. Lacey then smirked and turned around, wondering whether her minor teasing was enough to make Vianna hate her.


[System]
Looks:
6 feet tall, strawberry blond hair, slightly freckling, pale blue eyes, lightly colored skin
Personality: I haven't quite decided. Let's see how he develops, shall we?
Abilities:
light manipulation: This ability is fairly basic. It is what it is, the manipulation of light. This can be in any sort of attack. Light weapons can be created, and the light can be manipulated into illusions and into enabling it's user to hide.

Cody can at the current moment manipulate light in a way that enables him to see the world, seeing figures, objects and the like by light, whether it is the presence of light or merely the absence of light.

He can also manipulate light in a way that gives him some defensive a and offensive properties, but this ability is quite new and takes a lot of of him.

Essentially, Cody is learning what he can do, but it is not in leaps and bounds.

enhanced touch: whether this is a super power or merely an effect of Cody's blindness, this is never the less useful

enhanced hearing: again, whether this is merely an effect of blindness, this is beneficial and is more then a typical blind victim.

History:
Cody was born to what could be a normal family. Well, normal for them anyway. It became apparent quite quickly that something wasn't normal with him. His eyes were a pale, pale colour, perhaps the lightest blue you would see, and sightless. But the baby didn't appear to see anything wrong, and was a bouncing, bubbly boy. Off times, people would forget he was blind.

He excelled in grades, using what aids he had to complete school work, and to do everything he could. It became apparent that despite his lack of sight, he was not hindered. He could play musical instruments with ease, he could cook, he could do just about anything that a normal boy could.

He didn't see any hinderance, and as he grew, he began to find that images began to form, light seeming to swarm around him, forming the images of what was there. He did not know if this was normal or not, but it helped him to further his life, giving him a better quality as he began to realize how much of the world he was missing.

[User]
Cody wasn't sure that he should follow the sudden path, but there didn't seem to be another option. Gathering himself, Cody carefully made his way to the path, holding out his hands for a little bit of balance, and then carefully walked along the path. There wasn't much that he could do if the twins decided to close the path on him, crushing him. Would he come back from that? He didn't know, but he hoped that by doing this, he was showing that he trusted the twins, and he only emitted a soft glow, on e that helped him place himself, and against the path, seeking to decrease the threat he might pose.

The vibrations of the monster digging enabled Cody to follow the path without crashing into anything, for perhaps the first time in his life, Cody was truly blind. It frightened him, and he swallowed around a suddenly dry throat, painfully. He drew in slow, deep breaths and continued walking, heading towards the temple, knowing it was his only option now.

For the first time, Cody wasn't sure that he would survive this. Yet all he could do was try. Walking steadily, he kept his head up, and followed the path.

[Hr]

There were many things that Caits had seem. The truly amazing things she had seen had been the enhanced beings. The flash bang that had been Cody, taking down big boss. The dragon like being Gerswhin could become. What Dioxide had done, for them all. This transformation of the world...it was awe inspiring. Overwhelming. And she knew that many people would be thinking how could they fight that. How could the overcome it? And she she didn't have the answers.

But Caits had seen many things. Many impossible things. Sometimes, the impossible did happen. That despire meant nothing then the faith she had in her friends. They could win. They could be a stop to this.

As Viccars call came in, Caits watched Codg disappear. There was nothing that they could do. Cody would, if anyone could get through to the twins. She glanced to Gerswhin and spoke.

"We will be there shortly"

She took one last glance at the horror bellow. Before she turned the ship in the direction of the capital.

"be safe, Cody..."

[Assistant]
Gershwin watched as the sight before her unfolded the closer they got to the battlefield - though battlefield was a very light way of putting just how much it represented Armageddon. The principal building was in no way the way it was before, but it held as the last bit of bastion there was left that was stopping this army of millions from crushing the line of defense, and continuing their invasion to the next country. May God hope that the next victim had had enough time to prepare for what was about to come.

The royal family's palace had had no time to build walls. Instead, tanks and other vehicles would drive over each other, their debris high and sturdy enough of an obstruction to hold off the Stone Soldiers. Artillery bombing and heavy weapons fire were used to quell the enemy line, but every now and then one would make its way in, and massacre a squad on its own. The battle could be over in an instant had the twins decided to swallow the place whole, drag it all underground. But the fear that was in their very soul, that was the achievement to winning.

Of course, the twins had not counted for other Anomalies. Caits flew the ship on its way to the Royal Palace, firing down tracer, explosive rounds, crippling the monsters. This time there were very of them regenerating from the ambient earth. Why bother, perhaps, when there were so many of them? Take one out, be replaced by a thousand. The Stone Goliaths were slowed down as Caits expertly did her own form of terraforming, making giant potholes in the earth so that the monsters may not roll, forcing them to walk on all fours which was the equivalent of a building walking, which was very slowly. Still, the sight was hectic. Orders were shouted, battle cries, and yells of pain were so loud on the human side Gershwin could hear it through the ship's walls. Very spine-chilling, since the monster side did not - could not - utter a single sound. Their faces unmoving which made them look dispassionate and non-negotiable. They existed just to kill.

Caits was smart, careful not to hover for too long in one position, always moving to ensure every part of the bastion was safe. Of course, when everything was headed their way, it would prove too much for even the best of the best - of the best. A stray boulder clipped the side of the ship, taking off its wing and its entire left side. Gershwin, who was standing by Caits the whole time, was sucked out into the open sky. She watched as the aircraft spun viciously, thrusters still firing as Caits tried her damnedest to crash safely. Safely, somehow, the plane crashed horizontally onto the rooftop of the palace. It did not explode.

Gershwin looked back to the ground for a split second and her gaze instantly met the ground. Her spine bent inwards on itself. Her face was pressed in, ribs shot out from her chest, and legs rested on the back of her neck.

Caits', still strapped in to her seat, could see the bloody mess. Then, there was glowing.

[User]
The utter destruction was enough to churn Caits stomach, the fact that it could be done, so easily, to other countries, other lands. Would the twins never stop, until the world had been destroyed? Perhaps this was Armageddon. Perhaps they were the bringers of destruction. She didn't have long to ponder those thoughts, as the ship started to go down, hit. Unable to stop Gerswhin from being sucked out, it was soon all Caits could do to stop the plane falling and crushing her to smithereens. She just had to hope that Gerswhin would be okay. The girl was certainly tough. As she crashed, she covered her head, her breath slammed out of her, leaving her gasping like a fish out of water. When she was still, she opened her eyes, glancing about her, she flinched as she saw the mess that was Gerswhin.

Gerswhin..." She whispered, her chest hurting, her throat raw.

As the glowing started, she flinched. She tried to get herself out of her seat, but she was well and truly trapped, the buckled warped so that she was stuck. She couldn't reach anything to help her, and she wriggled, wincing as her movement caused pain, barely able to keep from coughing as she did so.

"Gerswhin!"

---

As Cody continued through the tunnel, he tried to gather his power, wrapping it around him in a larger shield, so that, just in case when he got out, he'd be prepared for an attack. Yet when he came through the tunnel, he wasn't. He stood, brushing himself down, glancing about him, the dark shapes that were the stone army were stationary, and he frowned slightly.

They didn't appear to have noticed that he was there, and Cody carefully picked his way about, unnerved. He kept his appearance calm, even as he tried to figure out what was going on. He bowed his head slightly, listening to everything around him.

[Assistant]
Soldiers continued to hold the line as the plane crashed. But once the glowing started, there were the few that dared to witness the transformation.

Such a fall from a great height caused enough pain and injury to cause an immediate, and gross change immediately. Gershwin's ribs that protruded, burst from her chest, elongated and grew out to be as spindly, spider-like legs. Her legs that had wrapped over and around her burst and merged together to become one giant mass that would become the torso for what's to come. She began to grow tall as the legs raised the ball of flesh, bone, and blood. It held in place as her body continued to take shape. A cavity formed from that mass, a window to a glimpse of Gershwin May's face - a reminder that there was something humane in this thing. She looked to Caits and, almost contrary to everything that Gershwin has ever said about her detest for her own abilities, smiled.

One of her arms had formed to be a tail with a spiked, pronged end that looked sharp enough to cut through metal. Paper-thin, dragonfly-like wings sprouted from her back in a explosion of pus and blood. The monster's head had a bee's eyes, a beetle's horns, a wasp's antennae, and the jaws of bullet ants. Her entire skin was a glowing ruby red, shelled with hard carapace and furry hairs.

It was horrible. It was disgusting. It was Caits' and Cody's friend.

It began to poise itself as it stood to its highest point, clicking and growling noises like a cricket, its joints creaking and breaking as it reshaped itself to its perfection. Then, it drew breath.

Reference for its scream.

From her scream, it was obvious that in the air there was a feeling of dread so thick and suffocating everyone that heard its scream felt a sense of sorrow. Hopes were down as they faced their imminent death. The Stone Army who had no senses other than sight, continued their tread onward. This was their challenge to the monster.

---

The twins shuddered. Chills went down their spine at the sight of this monster. It is in the way of their plan. They must get rid of her. Afraid, frustrated, *angry*, they yelled from their throne as the Stone Army charged to take Gershwin May on.

---

It - she - charged forward, flying to the air before crashing down to the entrance of the compound. There she stood and started killing. left, right, straight ahead, she was relentless. Her bony limbs were blunt, slicing and breaking Stone Soldiers with ease. Her nimble tail flung others aside, some pierced by the sharp end, stuck and unable to get away. Her jaws would open and shoot out boiling blood so hot it melted the Stone Army by the hundreds. But they still kept coming. They would climb on to her and try to rip her apart, some trying to dig and break her, some trying to climb over and past her. But Gershwin would not give. Her pain gave her power as she grew more and more limbs, tails, and mouths to hold them off. She grew larger and larger that her own spider legs could not support - but she grew even more, tougher legs. Soon, she could even take on the Stone Goliaths as she'd melt them with her boiling blood.

Yet, it still looked grim. With an Anomaly on their side, the humans despite their sorrow continued to hold the line. But there were literally millions of them. Could Gershwin really hold them off?

[User]
The yell flooded over Cody, and he looked in the direction of the twins. He could see that they were powerful, and Cody knew he couldn't take them both on, even if he wanted to. He bowed his head, and slowly, carefully, approached them, lowering his defenses as he went. If he approached them full of his light, that could easily be akin to....declaring he was there to fight. He looked up, his clouded eyes watching them, his sight taking in everything about them, aside from their physical appearance. He slowly lowered himself to the ground, and he hurriedly moved through thoughts.

Something had angered the twins.

Caits and Gerswhin had been nearby. They could be in danger, and he would do anything to ensure their safety. Even if it meant dying for them. And he would try and save the twins, to his dying breath as well.

"Please"

He didn't know if they could understand him. Which is why he went with body language as well, Non-threatening. And almost begging.

"Stop"

While his voice was soft, it nevertheless carried, full of his emotions, of the fear he had for his friends, for the unknown people out there getting hurt, for the twins themselves. Worry that none of this was going to end well. And compassion. An ever forgiving being, it took Cody a lot to not forgive someone, and the twins were hurting. He could tell that much. They were lost lonely, and only had each other. They thought the world was against them.

And so Cody extended his hand, hoping they take the offer to maybe not be alone anymore.

---

Caits got herself up, clutching her side, grimacing, taking in the scene about her. Her gaze lingered on Gerswhin, and her fight and she shuddered, before lurching into action. There were still people that needed to be taken to...well, whatever safety there was, and with the stone beings occupied by the monstrous form of Gerswhin, Caits could do that. She could get what people she could out, and she hurriedly set about doing that, urging those she could on, ignoring her own pains, the plane was no option it seemed now, although she did take a moment to stop, and try and contact Viccar.

"We're going to need transport out of here! And I swear, if you don't get us transport...it won't be the twins you'll have to worry about"

Which, Caits figured, was true, as her gaze fell on Gerswhin again, seeming to become...strong, each time she was injured. She was an unstoppable machine. Caits swallowed. She had no reason to believe that Gerswhin would hurt her, on the contrary, the girl had done everything she could to protect Caits. It didn't mean that it wasn't a frightening sight.


[System]
Race: Fallen Aasimar
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Appearance:

While she has a slight bit of a Celestial heritage, the is also a history of Fiend heritage. This is represented by a small black spade-ended tail from her posterior.

Level: 0
Proficiency: +1
Health: 1

Stats:
Strength – 9 (-1)
Dexterity – 14 (+2)
Constitution – 8 (-1)
Intelligence – 14 (+2)
Wisdom – 12 (+1)
Charisma – 17 (+3)

Proficient Skills:

Arcana +1(prof) + 2(mod) = +3
History +1(prof) + 2(mod) = +3

Proficient Tools:

Traits:

Languages: Common, Celestial, Infernal, Sylvan

Speed: Your base walking speed is 30 feet.

Darkvision: Blessed with a radiant soul, your vision can easily cut through darkness. You can see in dim light within 60 feet of you as if it were bright light, and in darkness as if it were dim light. You can't discern color in darkness, only shades of gray.

Celestial Resistance: You have resistance to necrotic damage and radiant damage.

Healing Hands: As an action, you can touch a creature and cause it to regain a number of hit points equal to your level. Once you use this trait, you can't use it again until you finish a long rest.

Light Bearer: You know the Light cantrip. Charisma is your spellcasting ability for it.

Researcher: When you attempt to learn or recall a piece of lore, if you do not know that information, you often know where and from whom you can obtain it. Usually, this information comes from a library, scriptorium, university, or a sage or other learned person or creature. Your DM might rule that the knowledge you seek is secreted away in an almost inaccessible place, or that it simply cannot be found. Unearthing the deepest secrets of the multiverse can require an adventure or even a whole campaign.

Abilities: N/A

Inventory: A bottle of black ink, quill, a small knife, a letter from her dead Foster Father posing a question you have not yet been able to answer, a set of common clothes, and a belt pouch containing 10 gp

Background: Katherine's beginning was a sad one. From what could be gathered, she was born as a being of celestial heritage known as an Aasimar. If it were just that, it would have been a wonderful existance... That said, she also had a spade-ended tail. Supposedly from past heritage of fiends. It would seem as if she was born from special parents, each of which had ancestors that were celestial and fiends. Unable to handle a supposed child of omen, she was abandoned on the steps of the God of Charity.

She was taken in, though not without hesitation. While the baby had the beautiful complexion of an Aasimar, they wondered what the tail on the child meant. Not long after, a street wizard by the name of Yorick Lindall, came by and spotted the child. He then asked a priestess what was the matter with her. The priestess then told him that her parents abandoned her, most in the church supposed that it was from the appearance of a spade-ended tail on what could be considered a celestial child. Many feared her as an ill omen, though such things were of course false.

Curious about the girl, Yorick offered to take her in. At first, the priestess was going to object, though she thought about how in the week since the girl showed up attendance has dropped and donations have as well. She excused herself to talk to the matron of the place. After a very short talk, the woman returned with a couple of items... A blanket, some mushed food and a few other things and handed the baby over to the man. He asked if the child had a name. The answer was no, he would have to name her. With hardly a thought, he decided to name her after his sister that died in childhood. Katherine. Katherine Lindall.

Yorick watched as Katherine grew up. She was like any other girl her age or rather, she was fairly smart. He took a guess, but he started to teach her about magic. The years they were together he taught her what he could about magic. How to tell what was magical, how to tell what exactly a magical item was... Alas, she never seemed keen on actually using magic. Nor did she seem accepting of the Spell Book he put together for her. Either way, he kept her working together with him on magical theories and problems. They lived a fairly happy life.

Around when Katherine was eight, two things started happening. Every week, she seemed to get a major headache that would go away after a couple of minutes, and Yorick got sick. At first, it was very minor but over time it got worse and worse. They still worked together until she was 10. 4 months before her birthday he was bed-ridden and unable to do anything. She took care of him until his death two months after she turned 11. He had income on a couple of different things, mostly things of an alchemical nature. Whatever the case, she could not afford for herself. She had enough money to pay for the man's funeral, and at the event.

At the climax of the funeral, after Yorick's body was laid to the ground and covered by some of the people in the poorer part of town that he had helped before, people came to give their condolences. That much was to be expected. Katherine seemed despondent. She stood in front of the grave for while after most everyone left. The only constant in her life was now gone. She hadn't even thought about what to do now. She didn't get much of a chance though as two rich people approached her. They greeted her, and she turned around. The both looked well to do. The male was in robes and well groomed. Meanwhile, Katherine couldn't keep her eyes off the woman... Until she realized she was looking at her as much as she was.

The two introduced themselves as the heads of House Fiore. A family of Sorcerers and Wizards. They continued that they owed a debt to Yorick and when he knew that he was going to die, he asked them to watch after his little girl for him. A well to do house would do better than a dead man after all. With that in mind, they attended the funeral and allowed Katherine to sit through her grief before asking. The girl thought for a few minutes but she soon came to an answer.

Katherine had little else she could do but accept. However, she asked if she could gather a few things from her home before she followed them to her new one. They allowed it and she quickly made it to the small house gathering some supplies. Her favorite writing quill, a couple of books she shared fond memories of, a small knife that Yorick used to gather ingredients and Yorick's component pouch that he kept 10 gold coins in. Just in case. After she was done, she left and followed the couple to their mansion home, her eyes locked on the woman the entire time.

When she got there, she was introduced the the maid staff and the familiy's children. She still felt distant from others. Over the next year, her mood improved and she started interacting with the children. She had some issues, but they all got along well enough. She was treated like family, to her surprise. She never had a good opinion of these noble types beforehand, though Yorick had told her not to make quick judgements of people. She thought that he might have been correct on this.

The years passed and she and the others grew. She even grew closer to one of the other of her adoptive siblings... One Livia Fiore. The two of them tended to sneak off to where they wouldn't be found... She had good, but not so good relationships with her other two siblings. The older sister she would tend to hit on, though at the same time she wouldn't succeed. Sadly. The younger brother she'd play with in his younger years, though that'd change to dressing him in cute clothes.

All the while, the headaches stayed and they grew worse. She kept this secret from her adoptive parents, though she couldn't hide it from the head maid and her siblings. She told them it was nothing to worry about, and though there was some obvious questioning, she got them to stop asking. It was around this time she started to hear voices in her head.

After some time, Livia was sent to the Frontier Town. That was the one person Katherine felt the closest bond with (for good reason) and found herself flustered by this turn of events. A few days after she heard in her head, "Oh, my poor child. Your toy has left you, hasn't she? Well, that's fine. All you need to do is go to the Frontier. There's something there that can prove your worth in the world. Your reason for existance." Unable to think of else to do, she packed supplies and took some necessities... Well, the last thing she did before leaving was to kiss her "older sister" on the lips, leaving only the knowledge that, "I'll be back, dear sister."

[User]
Cypher

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Was...she being ignored by that woman? Selene Riovas, she said her name was from mild eavesdropping. How rude, and she was quite so intently studying her sister. Livia frowned a slightly as the Tiefling, Darc addressed her. Why must her sister always seem to draw everyone's attention? Made her want to vomit. At least the obvious demonspawn in front of her was mildly interesting. What even was he? A Tiefling of some sort, but he lacked a face at all. Intriguing, to say the least. Smooth talker too, judging from his words - and more than a little friendly. Overly so. At least he was transparent about his desires to return a favor for a favor instead of wasting time with honeyed words and thinly veiled treats.

"Well," Livia took the vile of snake venom, observing it as Darc finished. It was refreshing to meet a seemingly mildly reasonable person after dealing with that...whatever that was on the way here. "My 'trust' as you say is a little harder to earn then just a free vial of snake venom, but you're certainly on the right path. A pleasure indeed, Darc." She smiled faintly. A partnership? Now that was certainly an enticing offer, but she wasn't about to leap without looking a little first. "You'd be correct in assuming the welcome has been less than pleasant. The orcs were quite...difficult to deal with, and finding my way here was no small feat." She cast a grimace over to the kid still sitting at the bar. "And I have a feeling we were being expressly messed with." Putting the vial of Snake venom in some of her various belt pouches, Livia returned to the matter at hand. "...but such things are a learning experience. Now what exactly can you offer me from this 'partnership'? Aside from the pleasure of your company, of course."

-bottle of black ink
-quill
-small knife
-set of Fine Clothes
-signet ring
-scroll of pedigree
-Soul gem Dagger
-The book "Frothy Tales of Conquest"
-1lb Kafei seeds
- 1 Vial of Snake Venom
Money: 4gp & 4SP

Max carry weight: 135lbs

[Assistant]
Cypher

Ethan wanted to express further distaste regarding the annoyed looks that he was given but held his tongue for the sake of keeping things polite in front of the chief. The young man let out a dismissive huff as if to resign to the fate of being hated but also to signify to the militia that their gazes and threats will no longer find purchase. He opted to focus on the message meant for his employer put the parcel within the safety of his durable pack. "Believe me, ser. I am not mad enough to face bandits alone...though you might call me mad for proceeding with my task. I thank you for your concern, ser, but leaving things half done is something that does not sit well with me. I was raised better than that." He secures his pack and small satchel on his person and draws out a single torch with one hand and holding his walking stick tightly with his other. "May it gain mockery or respect, I am simply not the kind of man to leave tasks and jobs unfinished." He gives the chief a curt but polite bow before bidding him fare well.

Ethan then begins walking to the last town at a steady but brisk pace. Doing his best to keep to the trail and avoid any unnecessary confrontations.

No rolls done this turn.

[Equipped Items]
-Traveler's Clothes x 1
-Fancy Hat x 1
-Walking Stick (Quarterstaff) x 1
-Torch x 1

[Items in Small Satchel]
[Items]
-Pouch containing 1 gp x 1
-Jeweled Ring (worth 10 gp) x 1
-Metal Flute x 1
-Poorly wrought maps of homeland x 1
-Corrected map x 1
-Torches x 2
-Tinderstick Bundle x 1
-Low quality folding knife x 1
[Key Items]
-None

[Items in Durable Pack]
[Items]
-None
[Key Items]
-Satchel of herbs and spices x 1
-Message Parcel for Sips x 1 [NEW!]

[User]
Katherine watched as the woman introduced herself. Selena Riovas. A name she'd likely need to remember. Her eyes drifted over to Livia as she was handed a vial of Snake Venom. If that's what that even was. At this point, did they even need to talk to this Lucilia woman? They had the snake venom the teacher had requested. "Well, if you wish to dispense of coyness I suppose I can oblige. With that said, we had come down here to purchase or otherwise obtain snake venom from Lucilia. It appears though that our groups meeting has been a greater bless than I had expected. We meet a beauty and obtain what it is we had sought. That said, with that we have no special need of Lucilia." Katherine commented. "Though..." The Aasimar mentioned, trailing off though as her eyes started to meet Selena's. It felt like... Hmmm... Nothing good. Definitely not. Nope. She tried to break a small bit of eye contact with a look to the side. "But we could head top side with you all and keep an eye out for her as we do the rest of our business."

It's all she could really manage at the moment, though it was more than she would have had they not been chased down. That definitely gave her an entirely different perspective on the entirety of the Underhaven. Mostly that she was not a fan of down here. It was also probably best she DIDN'T tell this woman what exactly she thought of the Underhaven at the moment, though she was mostly biased from being chased. Realistically though, the majority of her encounters with the folk down her has been slightly positive. Ever so slightly.


[System]
Appearance: Short for an elf Karl stands at an odd 5 feet of height. His hair is of a short length and a silver color. His eye is hazel in color. His face has a scar across his right eye, the scar itself looks to have been made by the claws of an animal. His skin is a light tan. Karl always seems to wear a smile.
Age:28
Gender:Male
Race: Wood elf
Rank:Watcher
Personality: Karl is as good hearted and caring as you can get. He will help anyone and everyone if he can as long as their intentions are not for evil. Karl only talks when talked to or if he gets completely smashed off his arse. But like all good people Karl has a dark side, if any of his fiends are killed in front of him Karl loses all sense of control going into a berserk rage. Or he used to. After the war against The Dead God,Karl lost his berserker rage and his mind calmed. He gained a new sense of honor and a deeper understanding of himself.
After the war Karl went with his dwarven friends and got himself a new arm, during this time he helped rebuild as much of their homes as he could. After his new arm was complete, Karl traveled the land helping rebuild as much as he could, stopping at villages to fix homes and start farms. He would also teach villagers to how to protect themselves from bandits , brigands, pirates, and raiders. He was eventually approached by one of the Watchers, he was offered a place among them to help maintain the order of the world, he accepted, he was in the mood for some action.
Bio:Karl's past is dark and terrible. His parents killed while he was young, leaving him orphaned and alone. The orphanage Karl lived at was horrible, he and the other kids where worked, beaten, and starved. One day at the age of 13 Karl being one of the older kids in the orphanage watched as a group of drunkards wandered into the orphanage and in a drunken stupor raped and killed three eleven girls, outraged Karl attacked them, but his attempts to fight he was beaten,knocked down,and nearly killed, but in his rage and a termination to avenge those girls he rose and tackled one of them men grabbing a broken bottle that had been dropped by one of the drunks Karl stabbed the man he had tackled until the man lay dead, the other men saw this and ran terrified by what this malnourished half dead child was able to do. After that Karl was kicked from the orphanage forced to live in the streets, found by a kind old lady Karl war nursed back to health. After living with the women for seven years Karl had heard about the Order and made it his goal to join and become a force for good and right. It took him three years but finally Karl was able to reach the rank of Templar although it was the lowest rank Karl knew he was on his way to becoming that which he wanted most to be, a solider for good. That was until the war, durning which Karl lost his right eye and his left arm. With the help of dwarven runes and smithing he was able to get a new arm. Having lost many of his friends during the war, Karl felt it his duty to help rebuild the world and to stop something like the return of The Dead God from ever happening again.

Weapons: Long sword, Short sword, Crossbow.
Magic: Holy Restoration. Heal: It's a heal. It heals wounds, the more focus put into the heal the more wounds it heals.
Rune Pulse: During the forging of Karl's new arm Glodin and a couple of other Runesmiths put a rune on the arm that allows Karl to charge and discharge his magic. The magic when discharged is released in a pulse around Karl healing all creatures and people not born of pure evil.
Holy Fire: Karl focuses upon his blade and wreathes it in fire. The fire does not harm people or creatures who are not born of evil. It does however still heat the blade so it cauterizes the wound as it's being made.
Holy Bolt: Karl forms a ball of pure holy magic and flings it at the target. This spell was made for the sole reason of killing undead, daemons, and other things of an inherent evil nature. It does not harm non evil creatures.
Other: Karl gets nervous to women he finds attractive, especially red heads. His new arm is made from a mithryl alloy, so it's light flexible and strong enough to withstand dragon fire.

Theme Song: Karl's Theme

[User]
Marcus snorted from behind the group of women at the thought of anyone putting Tyr in irons.. again. If it hadn't been for that stunt with Argus and his dwarven flask, it was all too likely that the Watcher would have killed the Dwarf or simply disappear. There wasn't a great deal most folks could do about it. Despite being one of the most powerful figures in the world, even Sunderland might be hard pressed to catch the foxs tail here. Not that he wouldn't get a laugh out of it before springing her from the holding cells.

Again.

Approaching in his full traveling gear, rifle on his back and sidearm at his hip, Marcus looked exactly the same as he had five years ago at the wars conclusion. The only notable difference besides the rifle was the leather tome he kept in his jacket and the slender rapier at his hip. His previous sword had been shattered and discarded a few years back during a rather important duel between an old comrade and himself. It had been a draw, but he had never gotten the means to replace the obsidian sword again.

"Miss Sunderland, I will be leaving with Tyr. There are many things to discuss and not enough time in the city to discuss them. I hope you will give me leave to continue my work."

[Assistant]
(Small collab between @LiverisGood and OtomostheCrazy)

Aenwyn and Kaathe

Kaathe looked at the latest few arrivals. One was a familiar face, while the other was someone he had recognized as part of Karl's initial group. He hadn't seen her much, but a bit of eavesdropping had allowed him to gather a bit of a first impression on her.

"It seems that you've been paying attention. Though, I doubt mere reconnaissance is all that will take place."

Kaathe looked up at the Wood Elf. He raised an eyebrow, and spoke again.

"And who would you be?"

Aenwyn gave a small smile at the dark elf. "Me? I'm just a scholar whose accompanying the others. Aenwyn Loradi. Just recording anything of interest. That and I know quite a bit of magic. You don't quite know who I am, but I do know of you. Tabetha spoke of you Kaathe Ooacile though this is the first time we formally introduced ourselves."

"Tabetha, hm?"

Kaathe remembered Tabetha well. He didn't really interact with her much, but then again, he didn't do that with many people in general. Still, he remembered poking a bit of fun at her with those rumors that others had once passed around. Something about betraying the teachings of the Order or something like that. He was amused to find that those rumors weren't entirely unfounded.

The Dark Elf looked at Aenwyn with a gentle grin.

"And just what exactly did that girl speak of me?"

"What word did she used to describe you? Aloof. Yes, I think she described you as aloof. She said you were very quiet and you kept everything to yourself as if you had no attachments to the world. You were simply there, rarely speaking with others. She found it hard to talk to you and she felt sad in some ways. A lonely existence wandering, wandering with no purpose, never reaching out to others. She wondered what you were fighting for, let alone living for?"

Aenwyn walked closer towards Kaathe until she was but a breath away from his face. "I wonder how much of that is true? She did like to embellish her stories." With that, Aenwyn turn around and began to pace back and forth.

"How much longer are we waiting?" she said to no one in particular.

Kaathe silently gazed back at the woman when she went up close to him. To most others, she would have been uncomfortably close, but Kaathe didn't care much for personal space. Especially when it was constantly invaded by monsters and people anyway.

When Aenwyn turned, Kaathe closed his eyes and let out a dry chuckle. She, just like many others before her had attempted to get to him, or at least understand him through outer means. Had she done this to his younger self, she'd probably be dangling a reckless, violent Dark Elven boy upside-down in the air by his feet. Aenwyn asked when they were to make their way, and Kaathe responded by saying,

"Soon enough. Glodin is going to get drunken arse scolded, but he'll get here soon enough. He never lets himself get left behind. Look, there he is right now."

Kaathe pointed to the pride-filled Dwarven warrior. It seemed everyone that was going was present now.

[User]
The Elven Woods
"Nonsense, Kaathe, you answered the call when The Order needed you. I cannot ask you to devote yourself to another crusade. You may accompany the Watchers but know you are not bound to them", Evelyn glanced at her left gauntlet, the numerous notches marked each of their comrades they'd lost five years ago. They were elves, dwarves, and humans but they were family and once again she was sending her family off towards danger. Turning to Tyr she spoke with words carried on a voice of a stern yet caring nature.

"Miss Sunderland, I will be leaving with Tyr. There are many things to discuss and not enough time in the city to discuss them. I hope you will give me leave to continue my work."

"Of course Marcus, your skills are of more use in the field than in a castle court", Evelyn replied before looking over the group for the final time. "You all know the task which you've been given. Locate the vampires near King's Gate, gather whatever information you can find on where they call home, and report back here. My forces will then establish a forward encampment at Kearvund Keep before moving onwards to eliminate the threat once and for all. This would normally be a simple reconnaissance mission but you are headed into Talmaria. We've not had contact with anyone since the war's end. Those forests may be home to new horrors we've yet to see"

"Don't worry, Eve. I'll take care of them", Tyr replied with a grin.

"It seems you're about to spend some time in my shoes", Evelyn smiled before saluting the watchers as they rode off.

It did not take the party long before they reached the valley of King's Gate. It was here the armies of the first men forged an accord with the wood elves in the first great war. This valley, the wide split in the massive mountain pass which stretched down the length of the continent, marked the borders between the realms of Farendar and Talmaria. At its center stood Kearvund Keep, one of the oldest standing structures of man. Completed sometime after the end of the war between man and mer, the keep stood tall and proud despite showing signs of its age. Kearvund had been built before the invention of the modern siege engine, leaving it vulnerable at certain points but despite this disadvantage, the keep was still manned by Knights of the Dawn. In fact, prior to the war, Kearvund was formerly under the command if Evelyn Sunderland and to this day her family's flag still flies over the walls.

Tyr led the party away from the keep, trying to keep them out of sight as they passed into Talmaria. While they did have disguises, she didn't want to risk their cover being blown if they were put under careful scrutiny. "The nearest elven settlement is Rilas'maril. We'll head there, observe the area and set up camp there if it's safe. If we see vampires there then we'll back up towards King's Gate. The journey should be another hour or so", Tyr spoke with a low and serious tone as their horses strode between the tall trees of the eternal wood. They'd past the scorched lands around King's Gate some time ago and now finally they saw Talmaria for it's true natural beauty.

The entire ride to Rilas'maril felt wrong to Tyr. The whole time she felt as though they were being watched by something wrong, something that shouldn't be here. The turning gave her gifts, and she knew there was something out there but she couldn't determine what it was. Whatever sort of entity that stalked them knew to hide itself from her. It was intelligent.

After an excruciatingly tense ride, the group arrived at Rilas'maril. The Talmarian settlement was known to have been carved from the brightest whitestone and decorated with colored glass, now it was held within the tight clutches of the forest with vines and other plant life growing over everything. Rilas'maril was a small elven settlement; about twenty houses, a town hall, smithy, bowyery, market center, inn, stables, archery range, town armory, and a number of ruined structures. Tyr listened and watched carefully for signs of another presence. While she couldn't tell what it was that was watching them, she could tell where it was. The direction of the town was clear but further southwest she could sense the presence of their unknown stalker.

"Everyone, set up camp in the town hall. Take the horses to the stables then see if there is any food at the inn. I'll take first watch tonight, I need one other with me", Tyr gave off all this as she dismounted from her horse, leading it over to the stables while still trying tk get a sense of what was out there.

"If it's the damned Kest I swear to the gods"

Iris already rode her horse over to the stables, she wasn't too keen on riding a horse, she preferred to be atop a ship deck. Tying the reigns to the post she returned to the town hall with her bags, dropping them off in a corner before opening it up to take out her bedroll. Once her corner was set up she headed back out and stood at the village square, pondering which of the ruins she'd check out first. She had to think fast as eventually they'd all be searched and she wasn't going to pass up an opportunity to get her hands on good exotic loot.

[Assistant] "I can take as many watches as needed. And no I won't get tired, one I'm an elf, and two I'm a trained solider. And my magic is most effective against undead and daemons, which is what we came here for. To 'investigate' vampires, which are undead." Karl was quiet for most of the ride to there current location, he set his equipment in a corner near the door of the town hall. Having already lead is mount to the stables, Karl sat on the top of the stairs looking out across the abandoned town. He had the feeling like everything they were doing was being watched. He couldn't tell what it was but he had a few ideas.