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The King's Council:
An old Formori man, thin and wiry, with closely cropped iron grey hair. His face is clean shaven, with a sharp chin and is set with narrow eyes the colour of dark bronze. He has a rasping voice that he frequently has to cough to clear and moves slowly and carefully, with very deliberate actions. Despite his age, the old soldier clearly still has a quick and agile mind.

Manawyndan is the King's right hand man and is perhaps the second most powerful man in Morganyth after the King himself. He is Ozragad's most trusted adviser in matters both military and political. He holds several important offices of power, being the most senior general of Ozragad's army, the King's designated regent, and unofficially his spymaster as well. What's even more surprising is that Manawyndan elevated himself to this position through merit rather than birth, he is not a member of the nobility in his own right. A talented soldier, Ozragad's mother raised him to a commander of her army and placed him on her war councils, and under Ozragad's reign his influence steadily grew to the position he occupies today.

He is close to the King and well liked by the common soldiers for his kindly though firm demeanour. However, the Lord Steward has those who envy him his position, especially amongst some of the nobility. He also has enemies amongst younger officers in the army and the strongly pro-war factions in the realm, who dislike his more cautious strategy and his role in formulating the recent cease to hostilities.
An old Formori woman, of a similar to age to Manawyndan, and another veteran of Ozragad's mother's councils. Small, stooped, and arthritic, do not let Lady Arwan's frailness deceive you into thinking her senile or meek. The Lady Treasurer is widely regarded as having the sharpest tongue in all the palace. She does not suffer fools in the slightest.

Lady Arwan is the descendant of a noble family from Iron Town to the north who are heavily involved in the foundries located there. She is very wealthy woman in her own right and her family's fortune only grew under her stewardship. Her main responsibility is the management the crown's finances, a task she has excelled at for centuries.
Lord Urathon is a Formori man of middling years. He had black hair pulled from his face in a rather severe ponytail, a neatly trimmed goatee and a long pointed nose. He has a serious look about him and carries himself with a quiet sort of dignity. This facade cracks somewhat whenever he is accompanied in public by his younger wife, whom he dotes upon.

Lord Urathon is lord in his own right, ruling lands along the Bleak Coast. In his role as Lord Justicar he is the highest official of the Morganythian legal system, responsible for its courts, as well as the drafting, implementation and enforcement of its laws.
The youngest member of the council, Lord Chancellor Iria is a young-ish looking plump man with dark brown hair that is elaborately curled and coifed. He dresses extremely ostentatiously with a fondness for extensive purple silks and heavy gold jewellery. He stands out at any social gathering as the person most likely either be laughing or making others laugh at any given moment and seeming always having a good time. He is a notable bachelor who has been involved in a number of minor, though amusing, scandals and is one of the principal source of court gossip.

Iria is the scion of a minor noble house from the capital itself, though he is yet inherit his lordship. As Lord Chancellor, he is responsible for Morganyth's diplomacy and maintain diplomatic relations. The functions of the office have withered somewhat over the years of the war with Eorzia, and Chancellor Iria mainly finds himself in charge of entertaining the occasional ambassador or diplomat. However, with peace on the horizon, this may be about to change.

The House of Ergyng:
Tall and possessing a voluptuous hourglass figure, Lady Chelarine is striking even for a Formori approaching her middle years. She has curls of auburn red hair that are artfully arranged into plaits and braids so as to frame her attractive heart shaped face. She dresses tastefully and fashionably in oranges and greens, with amber jewellery that matches the colour of her eyes. She has a soft, smooth voice, and husky laugh.

Lady Cheldarine is the King's closest living relative, first cousin, though on his father's side rather than his mother's and hence she is not directly in line for the throne in the event of Ozragad's death. Nonetheless, she is the matriarch of the powerful House of Ergyng and controls a large swath of good grazing land to the north along the Kazadun river. She is a widower, her husband dying in battle some twenty years prior when her youngest of her two children was only an infant.
Lady Cheldarine's eldest son and heir, Elethiomel is a handsome youth just entering Formori manhood with long straight red hair. He seems polite and well mannered.
Lady Cheldarine's younger son, Peibio serves as the royal cupbearer to King Ozragad. Diligent though perhaps easily embarrassed, he too bears the red hair of the Ergyng, though he wears his much shorter.

Nobility of the Realm:
A plain looking older woman with grey streaked hair, she eats little and dresses soberly. Wife of Lord Belaphon, they are both powerful land owners from Greymarsh.
A fat older man who nevertheless seems to have the bearing of a soldier, though he no older serves as one. He wears an eye patch over one eye and is grey hair is thinning though he does sport a luxurious moustache. Somewhat loud and verbose in his speech. Husband of Lady Blodwen, they are both powerful land owners from Greymarsh.
A powerful Ashlander noble who seems hostile to the peace and is currently snubbing Ozragad's invitation to court. His sister was Queen Liveuta, Ozragad's first wife. He was once a friend and supporter of Ozragad, but turned against him once Ozragad began considering peace.

The Princess's Household
A respectful older Formori woman with a seemingly kind disposition.
A young Formori woman.
A young Formori woman.

Courtiers, Soldiers, and Servants:
A young Formori woman with a shaved head and a somewhat brash attitude. She is fanatically loyal to Ozragad, but is also a notable pro-war voice on his war councils. There is some degree of hostility between her an Manawyndan.
An old solider of a squat and stout nature. He has limping gait from an old leg wound that left him partially crippled, the leg is secured with a brace.
Overseer of domestic arrangements within the Palace. Nervous and eager to please his superiors, he is dismissive and contemptuous to those he considers beneath him. Has a high pitched laugh and is bald headed.

Other:
Ozragad's first Queen from before the war. She was Zakylwe Ahoraa's sister. Ozragad has forbidden her name from being spoken in his presence.

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Elise couldn't help but watch the exchange, eyes looking from the pair and she could tell with the undertones there was some sort of fight for power between them. It was like being back at home in her own court watching as others tried to gain some sort of upper hand over the over, little jibes and comments that to any onlooker would seem pleasant when there was a darker truth beneath them. Remembering how her brother would often tell her that keeping up appearances meant everything, that you should never divulge your true thoughts or feelings unless absolutely necessary.

Not that I followed that when speaking with Lady Cheldarine earlier, but I didn't sense any danger. Unless I am truly being played whilst here. Frowning ever so slightly at her own thoughts as she continued to listen on.

This impromptu visit happened whilst both he and the King were busy, she didn't want them to know she was here? Or that I am being spied upon whilst here as the talk was brisk. I still have many unanswered questions. Realising she had been frowning she placed her polite pleasant smile back on her face before anyone could notice, it seemed that both Manawyndan and Cheldarine were too busy butting heads so to speak.

"Farewell Lady Cheldarine." Smiling as she began to bid the other a goodbye only to find herself caught by Manawydan once more as he didn't let the Formori woman win their little battle. What the elder man had said had clearly struck a chord with Cheldarine and even she had picked up on what she felt to be a quite threatening undertone aiming it towards the eldest son of hers. Elise knew that this woman was proud of her sons, she spoke so highly of them and she had remembered the proud tone of the woman at the feast a good few nights ago as they had spoke with one another.

Sympathising with Lady Cheldarine she felt like she should say something, reassure the woman but it wouldn't help any sort of matter. That and being as she held no power here, she kept her mouth shut knowing that it was best to let Lady Cheldarine fight her own battles, the woman was well versed with things like court and Elise knew she would probably just make matters worse rather than help it.

Nodding with a soft smile as Lady Cheldarine finally excused herself once more, she turned to Manawydan who had relaxed now the woman was gone, curious as to why he felt so tense around the Formori she knew it was best not to ask such a thing. Again, she found herself frowning when he began to have a small coughing fit, sitting forward she motioned for the server who was still hanging around in the background. "Would you kindly fetch us more tea? Perhaps some water for Lord Manawyndan." Glancing towards the Lord who had come to visit her just after her visit from Lady Cheldarine.

"Of course, take a seat." Gesturing to the sofa before she folded her arms across her chest watching him carefully, wondering what had spurred his visit. "I daresay I was not expecting a visit from yourself, but it is welcomed." Knowing deep down there had to be some motive behind it, maybe he had only visited to shoo Cheldarine away. Perhaps he didn't want them talking with one another too much, but then she could just be overthinking things. It was hard not too when surrounded by a foreign place.

"What do I owe this pleasure?" Elise kept her guard up around him, there was something she didn't quite like and she couldn't put her finger on it just yet.

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"You are too kind, your Highness." The old lord said as he seated himself opposite the Princess and a fresh cup of tea was poured for him upon the table between them. He returned her own watchful gaze as the refreshments were reset.

Apart from a very brief conversation the night of the Princess's arrival to the city, they had not really spoken to one another before. Manawyndan had been seating on the other side of the King at the feast, and there had been few courtly events or functions in the times since. Perhaps they both had some reason to be wary of each other. It was partly Manawyndan's machinations that had brought the Princess to Morganyth, but he had yet to gauge her character, and now he found other actors potentially trying to use her to their own ends.

"It has been a morning for unexpected visits then. Did you discuss anything of import with Lady Cheldarine?" He took a sip of the tea that had been poured for him, the delicate cup sitting incongruously in his gnarled and callused hands. When he returned the cup to its saucer, the smile that parted his lips was pleasant enough, but his dark bronze eyes did not match it.

"I will be plain with you, Princess Elise. You have had time to... reconsider... certain decisions you made in regards to your upcoming marriage to the King. My purpose in coming here today is to see if you have come to a more... reasonable... position?"

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Elise just flashed Manawydan a polite smile at his compliment of her being too kind, she was sure he was just being polite with her as she had ordered new refreshments for them both. Leaning forward she picked up her own cup of tea to hold it in her hands so she could enjoy the warmth more than anything. Manawydan had to be here with an agenda after all and she just had a feeling it had to do with Ozragad, that's why everyone had visited her so far this evening.

"Quite, if I'd have known I would have dressed up." Elise spoke simply as she swept her gaze across the room before falling back on the Lord, "Oh you know, just idle gossip. Lady Cheldarine was telling me all about her sons, the idea of setting them up marriages." Waving it off as if they had just spent the day chatting like most of the ladies in court would. "I think she was just being kind seeing as I have not been able to engage in much conversation over here and I showed interest when speaking with her at the feast the other day."

Giving away no hint that they would have discussed anything else, after all she did not personally trust this man and she feared she could get the woman into more trouble when she had been trying to help her. Elise could see the smile that didn't reach his lips, but she wouldn't slip up not whilst here within enemy walls. Lifting the cup to her lips she took a sip of the tea watching him over the rim of her cup as he approached the reason why he was here.

Tapping her finger against the cup she let the words sit for a moment before she rested it back on her lap, she knew she shouldn't be surprised to find out that Manawydan knew of her and King Ozragads disagreement. This Lord had to be a part of the council and perhaps Ozragad was already coming up with plans to kill her off and be done with it after her refusal to marry him. "I have had plenty of time to consider my options. Yes." Making it sound like it had been her decision, it hadn't but regardless she found it that it irked her that he assumed she had come to a reasonable position. King Ozragad practically had her life in his hands, for a moment she had thought he would just strangle her to death, but no she had to be the reasonable one.

"I must have been feeling quite under the weather at the time, homesick perhaps." Elise picked her words carefully, that she had been unwell and that was why she had denied marrying the warlord. "Certain decisions should have not been made in that state. I was looking to seek an audience with him to discuss it."

[Assistant]
Though Manawyndan's face remained largely impassive as he listened to Princess's response, there was a slight rise to the older Formori's brow, a small sign of surprise perhaps. After all, did know what had occurred between the Princess and his King. He might have been expecting to martial his own skills of persuasion, or coercion, to bring her back into line with his and Ozragad's plan. In which case this would surely constitute a pleasant surprise.

"That is excellent news, Your Highness." The old soldier smiled again, and this time it reached his eyes, softening them from the hard flinty chips they had seemed moments before. "And I am glad to hear it. I believe you will find the King... receptive... such an audience. I can conduct you too him now? Or is Your Highness in need to more time to prepare?"

Despite his deferential words and the choice he gave, Manawyndan's body language told something of a different story. His eyes glanced to the door and he sat forward in his seat, he had already set down the china cup on the table before him. He was eager to leave. Eager to get this mess that Ozragad had made sorted out.

"It would of course, be a private audience. Just yourself, the King and perhaps a few of his most trusted councillors, if necessary. Such as myself."


[System]
Appearance:
Class: Princess (Cleric)
Age: 18
Sex: Female
Weapon Rank: Staves: D
Equipment: Mend, Bloom Festal
Skills: Healtouch: Increases healing power, Healing Prowess: When healed, allies recieve a small heal for awhile after.
Plot subjective: Yes (Just don't pull an Emmeryn on me! ...Haha....Ha? )

Personality: Heather is brave, often serious, and devoted to doing the right thing. She is also kind. She has a soft spot for cute or pretty things and will often ignore her surroundings to dote on them, especially cats. She is fond of fashion, dancing, and music.

Biography: Heather is the beloved daughter of the Duke of Rosanne. Ever his pride and joy, she was raised with most things provided for her and showered with affections. Her life was pretty much quiet and uneventful until the meeting of the nations with the newly formed Church of Naga. Almost as soon as she saw him, Heather felt rather enarmoured with the young tactician named Matthew, who was proclaimed to be the Champion of Naga during the meeting. Heather set out to aid him, not only because she wanted to help him, but also because the Church of Naga's methods just didn't sit right with her.

She sneak out of her room in the night, although her father believes differently....

Stats (I made this up for fun):
Level 1 Princess
Base Stats -- Growths
HP: 16 -- 40%
Str: 3 -- 35%
Mag: 7 -- 60%
Skl: 4 -- 35%
Spd: 6 -- 40%
Luck: 8 -- 60%
Def: 4 -- 30%
Res: 8 -- 60%

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Heather nodded and stayed close to either Matthew or Jerod, although the latter man was a bit scary to be close to. Luckily, she had a staff she could use at range to heal him with if the need arose. Which it did often it seemed. Jerod never stood in one spot and seemed to never care too much for his own safety according to his fighting style....and using his own body to trap weapons. Such a style made him hard to care for since she couldn't heal the wound completely until whatever weapon was out of him.

She had never realized battles were so...brutal. Heather was no stranger to a staff, but practice with it wasn't all from battles. It made her a bit sick, but she had more important things to worry about. Keeping everyone healthy was first and foremost. She could feel sick later.

She stuck close to Matthew, although she still left him enough room to swing his sword, as Jerod seemed content to do his own thing unless Matthew gave him orders. She doubted she could rely on Jerod to protect her at the moment. At least until the others joined them. Speaking of, she'd use her Festal to heal any distant allies, although the arrows being shot at her pretty frequently made it hard to focus. Matthew couldn't block all of them so some she had to stumble out of the way of. So many people to keep an eye on. I'm not sure I can keep up... If something wasn't done to thin the enemy numbers quick, Heather would probably tire pretty quickly...

[Assistant]
"I see, you all are as much savages as the rest of them." Chloetta mourned, almost woefully. "I'd hoped for diplomacy, but it seems barbarism runs rampant in this world nowadays. If it's death you desire, we shall serve it on a silver platter." She pulled Genna up and pushed her towards the rest of the archers so she could retrieve her bow and then put her fingers to her mouth and whistled calling Franz to her side, mounting the horse and backing up a bit.

Before the majority of the fighting started, the girl declared to all that would hear, "My name is Chloetta Derrick. Troubadour of the Church of Naga and known as the "Light Prodigy". As you declare yourself an enemy, I will act in kind. I will make this world a better place for people. . . Plegian, Ylissian and those from Valm. . . Everyone." She took a deep breath, irritated that this man seemed to be as bad as Bern. It seemed the rumors were not as false as she had hoped them to be. "Frontline, hold the enemy off. Archers. Mages. Aim at the same targets. We outnumber them. Keep the advantage. Healers, you know your jobs." The "Light Prodigy" pulled out her own Lightning Tome and aimed a spell at the Axe Berserker trying to cut through her ranks. He was easily one of the biggest threats considering the carnage he was causing.

She was no Tactician, but she was a soldier. A soldier experienced in warfare. If this "green" Tactician thought that this fight he wrought upon himself would be easy, then he better try harder because she wasn't going to stop here. She couldn't stop here. There were many more things she needed to do.

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Chester continues following the Khan and her champion the forests end after a few miles and he takes to falling behind to appear as simply another traveler his cover unavailable in this open air but he stays back like a mysterious hermit his head hooded and a cloak protecting him from the elements.

Every couple of hours he disappears from the road and hunts Down an easy prey before tracking down his two leads by the half filled in tracks.while carrying a buck he notices their camp and sighs deciding it would be far too suspicious to make a secondary on so close to their own and starts walking towards them

" hello traveler's may I share this fire with you this evening? I'm willing to share my catch.". He glances out into the darkness as he awaits their answer showing no sign of aggression or hostility. This was the best scenario that could occur given his circumstances.

@AirBender

[Assistant]
"Well, I guess orders are orders, even if they change," Blade laughed as he drew his sword, holding it in an awkward looking and unorthodox grip. He supposed his best odds involved picking off outliers that wouldn't be swinging weapons at him. Still, at the same time, he wasn't interested in killing people who couldn't fight back. 'They're focused on our captain... I'm confident he can handle himself with the princess and the nutjob there...' Of course, there were also orders given as to who to go after. 'Not really too keen on putting myself to the axe that quickly...' He thought, noticing the rather dangerous looking men who he'd been tasked with intercepting.

"Well, good luck, flylady," Blade said to Brynhild. "Don't get killed, yea?" He asked, before blinking. "Actually, before you go..." He smirked.

[User] "Please make haste with your question" Byrnhild said as she started to mount her pegasus. This was a crucial time some time as of now they were under attack so they needed to be quick on their feet and act quickly. Probably her due to her strict mentoring for times like this but Byrnhild did not want to waste time. Still the situation quickly became unfavorable sure it was a trap but couldn't there have been a alternate solution than this? Shaking her head clear of such thought it was not her place to question the higher command in this case the tactician he knew what was best otherwise he wouldn't have gotten his spot right?

[Assistant]
Khan Elesia

A sigh escaped from the Khan's lips. This was worse than she thought. Raze saying that he was better at offense than he was a defense wasn't naming a weakness. Not the way he said it. Neither was the part he muttered about waiting being frustrating. Elesia made a mental note to watch her own back and not rely on him to do so. What was frustrating for her was the fact that he seemed oblivious to the stranger in the bushes. "Were you dropped on your head as a baby?" Elesia asked, not even thinking about what she was saying before the words left her lips. She had been wondering that for a while. It could explain Raze entirely. He just seemed like the type that wasn't all there. Not that Elesia was claiming to be in the slightest.

Their journey continued until night fell, with Elesia keeping a careful eye on the stranger at all times. She didn't know what he was doing, or why he was following them. But Elesia had learned the hard that people who followed others in the shadows, especially Khans and/or women, were never good. The moment they did anything suspicious, Elesia would confront them, but not a moment beforehand. Once night fell, her and Raze found a place to set up camp, and soon they had a fire going. That's when Sneaky McStalker decided to finally show his face, pretending to be a traveler. Elesia stood up from her position on the ground and stepped between the stranger and Raze, hoping the champion got the message to let her deal with it. Her right hand casually rested on the hilt of her blade, a thinly veiled threat.

"Finally decided to show yourself, eh?" She said with narrowed and untrusting eyes. "What business do you have stalking a Khan like that? Talk fast or I introduce you to my weight loss program, it's amazing how much lighter you'll feel when your guts are outside of your body instead of inside." Despite the fact that the thought of freshly cooked game was making her hungry, Elesia's eyes never moved from the stranger's. Never one did she even glance at the deer he had slung over his shoulder. Explanation first, food later.

[User] He shrugs his shoulders and sighs" I'm grateful for the offer of the free trial of the weight loss plan but I'm currently gaining weight milady " he smirks as he sets down the game and kneels in a surrendering stance the bow and quiver on his back" I'm sorry about following you without properly introducing myself. I'm a huntsman I'm not much of a people person I didn't know how to talk to the Khan and her company so I decided to follow along and see if I could help in some way."he looks up at her with determined eyes.

[Assistant]
Matthew looked towards Chloetta as if shocked. "You talk of diplomacy yet you set a trap..." He looked around, the odds were bad but he could tell the rest of her forces were holding in reserve. He couldn't ask them to throw themselves on their blades here, no he would have to do something else. So he stepped forwards let a bolt lightning strike in front of Chloetta. "I challenge you! A one on one battle, no one else has to get hurt... My Shepherds are volunteers but I know when I'm outmatch you have us five to one and surrounded." He put his tome into his pocket and drew his blade. "If you defeat me, you may take me prisoners... After all I'm Champion you're after bringing me back for execution would earn you a promotion."

He gave the blade a gentle test swing as he looked at Jerod. "Jerod, get back to the others be ready to run if I lose. No sense in dying here, if you want to die do it when your taking a lot more them with you." He told the older man before turning himself towards Heather. "Heather go with the others and stay close to them, run if you have to just be safe." He sighed and turned back towards Chloetta, he stepped forward sword in hand. "The Light Prodigy versus the Champion, if nothing else we will have a fight people remember, so do you accept my challenge? If I win all I ask is that you take your troops and retreat, we end the fight when one of us cannot continue."

Matthew pulled his hood up and held his wind tome in one hand, while his sword hand moved slowly as if he was trying to figure out something. In truth he was preparing for her to say no, to have to try and dodge three archers at short range and then escape. He thought they had less units than had in actuality, with these numbers and his little band it would take a miracle. He was positive that by the time the last one of them fell they would have barely enough people left to move the bodies, but he knew that throwing the entire group was pointless. At least if she accepted only he would face the consequences of his actions here, he could live with that choice.

[User] Heather froze and turned to Matthew, taking a few steps closer to him, despite him telling her to run. "You can't be serious! Without you the entire army falls! At least let someone champion you. Perhaps the Pegasus Knight? Her magic won't hurt her much. Heck, I'll do it, neither of us could hurt each other." she smiled at the somewhat amusing image, but it faded fast.


[System]
Species: Human

Sex: Male

Misc traits: Has brown hair with a white streak in the front.

Height: 5'7"

Weight: 179 lbs.

Eyes: Brown.

Face: See pic.

Hair: Described in misc. due to the unique feature.

Physique: Lean, thin but muscular- built for agility.

Theme Color: White/Purple

Symbol: This

Personality: Ghost is very calm and collected. He is very no-nonsense when it comes to tasks at hand, and as such has benefited in both his fighting capabilities and his grades. He isn't academically gifted, but he is capable, and his sheer work ethic has carried him the rest of the way. He loves small talk when there isn't something that needs to be done, and is generally very easy to get along with.

Background: Ghost doesn't particularly have any troubling past, as he grew up in a decent middle/upper class family. He has two cousins, one twelve years older and the other fifteen, who grew up and became a very successful Hunter/Huntress. Due to his cousins' success, and his family's glorification of hard work, he vowed to become a better hunter than the two of them combined when he was six years old. He trains for fun, and has fun training, as well as studying. He got through school and passed with flying colors.

Weapon: Ethereal Liberation- a weapon with three transformations that he stores in its standard ranged mode.
Close Quarters Mode: The weapon is split into two in this mode, as it exists as dual Kopis which use dust to further speed up his attacks via small devices attached to the blade reminiscent of engines.
Ranged Mode (Standard): Ethereal Liberation exists as two identical weapons in this form as well. It is a pair of uzis with a lightweight, retractable stock for optional accuracy boosts as well as small bayonets. When stored in this form, they are kept in their holsters on his back.
Ranged Mode (Support): In this form, the weapon transforms and combines together into a mortar cannon, useful for providing long-range support against large masses of enemies, or tougher enemies.

Semblance: Energy Constructs- Ghost can form small structures of energy, and can use this ability for anything from putting up an energy dome for protection to creating a new weapon in desperate situations. The construct dissipates after a while. Large constructs, such as a form of shack or a vehicle, are beyond his capabilities

Extra: Despite being calm and friendly, Ghost is highly competitive. He can have a hard time coming to terms with someone being better than he is.
Appearance
Outfits

[User] Lyle stretched out with a yawn in her bed. That had been her first night in a proper dorm room with her new teammates. The group had ultimately decided to set up privacy curtains for each of the beds, so Lyle was still quite enclosed from the others. She dressed in what might be an abnormally short amount of time before pulling back the curtain and peering into the rest of the room, glancing around to see if any of her team had woken before her.

[Assistant] Curled up on his side in his own bed, still resting beneath the comforter, Ghost dreamed away. It was a trivial dream; it didn't say much about what Ghost was going through in real life, as many say dreams did. It instead said quite a bit about his ideal future. He was fighting Grimm alongside his family members, including his idolized cousins. The look of accomplishment was plastered right onto his face, and it remained that way until, one by one, family members started to disappear. He would fight harder and harder as more and more vanished until he was the only one left, failing to save them all. Once by himself, he slowly became overpowered by the Grimm. It wasn't long before he was about to receive a blow to his chest, which proceeded to wake him up. He sat up slowly in his bed, rubbing his eyes. First day back. It's just like any other school day back home. He put his mind on the thought of school, not even trying to contemplate his dream. It wasn't important.

[User] Sayuri looked up from her pushups as she heard one of her teammates getting ready. Looking at her scroll she'd set to the side and was surprised how late it had gotten, Oh wow. I lost track of time.. Ah well I'll finish this set and then get ready,'she takes another minute to finish her set before picking up her scroll and stretching. She was wearing her usual training outfit of a sports bra and boyshorts with her normal wraps around her hands and ankles. Moving over to her bed she pulls back the curtain around her bed and grabs her shirt slipping it on just as Lyle climbs out of bed, "Morning. You ready for our first official day at beacon?" picking up the skirt she makes a face before putting it on, "My only issue is that I have to wear a skirt. I hate skirts..." she sighs before putting on her boots. She looks at her night stand to grab her necklace and swears under her breath when she sees it's not there. Walking over she looks around it and spots it behind the nightstand. Sighing in relief she picks it up and slips it on, 'Thank Dust. No way am I leaving the room without this.'

[Assistant]
Fugo woke up and stared at the ceiling. He could hardly believe it. Not only had he made it into the same hunter academy that his uncle had trained in, he had been placed in a team and would actually be able to use his weapon sometime in the near future. He grinned, sliding out of bed and getting dressed before moving through the 'safety' curtains and meeting with the rest of the team in the bigger portion of the room.
"Hello, everyone!" He said gleefully, grinning from ear to ear.

[User] When Lyle first got up it seemed the only member of their team awake was the rich girl. She smirked a little bit at Sayuri's comment on skirts, but before she made any sort of response, the third member of their team joined them with a cheery good-morning. "Good morning to you, too." She said with a hint of a smile. "Seems our leader is still sleeping." She said, tossing her jacket on over her school uniform, which was overly loose on her due to her wiry frame. "Don't we have breakfast to get to soon? Not to mention classes."

[Assistant]
"Nnnope. Just getting my head together," Ghost replied generally, speaking to everyone but mainly in response to his partner's statement. He looked back at the uniform he ha placed at the head of his bed, and decided to change behind the privacy curtain. This team was a bunch of early birds, which was fine by ghost, but they had darn well better not interfere with his sleep on the days they didn't have to be up early. Many argued that sleeping too much wasted your day away, but the way Ghost saw it, what was the point in being up three extra hours if you couldn't function the entire fifteen during the day?

Once dressed, Ghost hopped out of his bed on the side closest to the bathroom and claimed it before anyone else got the chance to. He ran his hand through the warm water of the sink while simultaneously brushing his teeth. With his wet hand, he spiked up his hair the way he always did, and after only two minutes he was already good to go. Being a nighttime showerer, he was out of the bathroom in three minutes flat, opening it up to anyone else who needed to have it. "I believe we've still got a little bit of time." He said to his teammates before taking a seat on the floor to put on his shoes. He looked around at the team he had been placed on, and couldn't help but think that this was going to be the elite group of the class. He grinned at the thought, and returned his attention to his shoe.


[System]
Age: Over 30,000 but he's forgotten the precise amount

Fandom (If anything): Mostly original, but very loosely based on The Secrets of the Immortal Nicholas Flamel

Skills: All styles of Combat. He is a master warrior in every sense of the word. An expert with swords, spears, bows, axes, rifles, pistols, rocket launchers, you name it he's wielded it before in combat with high effectiveness.

He's also a master mechanic and tinkerer. He's no scientist however, he can build any machine, but is lousy with computers or some more advanced tech.

He's enormously strong, capable if lifting nearly 10 tons, and is surprisingly fast for his size. He is a master of virtually all martial arts from Earth as well as boxing and kickboxing. Basically he could kick your butt 7 ways to Sunday without breaking a sweat.

Limited Magic. His species has powerful magical abilities derived from their Aura. A electrical field surrounding the body. Harnessing this field his race can cast powerful magicks. Horus however has focused entirely on his physical prowess and has very little talent at magic

Fears: Losing his lover Iris. Not being able to protect those he cares about.

Likes: Combat. Tinkering. Exercising. Booze. Wrestling on TV. MMA. Disney Films (Mostly because Iris likes them). Cars. Working on Cars. Car magazines. And of course, his lover Iris and the fun times they have together.

Hates: Combat. Monsters in general. Warlords. Slavery. Arrogance. Beings who think little of humans and hurt them. Superhero movies. VW Beetles. Stand up comedy.
Description: Horus is a giant of a being. Over 9 feet tall and weighing over 1000 pounds he is built of solid muscle. His body otherwise looks pretty much human, except that his head is that of a hawk with white and black plumage and a yellow beak.
He dresses a lot like a lumberjack. Heavy working boots, jeans and usual a checkered flannel with the sleeves rolled to his elbows
His entire body is covered in old scars and wounds. There is barely a patch of skin unmarked by them

Background: Horus was born long ago in the city of Danu Talis, more commonly remembered as Atlantis. His lived among his kin, a race known as Elders. They were not all like him however as Elders starts their life looking more or less human, then become affected by something called 'The Change' as they grow older. An Elders body will change and malform seemingly at random. Horus's change gave him his massive strength, size and bird's head.

He lived on Danu Talis for many thousands of years with his parents, Isis and Osiris, and his sister, Nepthys. It was there he met his sister's best friend Iris, and fell in love. They courted for centuries when the shattering happened. Danu Talis was torn apart by dozens of natural disasters, seemingly having come out of nowhere. As a result he lost it all. His sister murdered, and his lover taken by his own parents, for they had been behind the destruction of the city.

He spent the next 10,000 years trying to find and kill his own parents for their horrible crimes, not only for the death of his sister, but for the millions of deaths they had caused by destroying Danu Talis. Finally, with the aide of a powerful Elf warlock, he managed to recover his lover and put an end to Isis and Osiris. That was over 5,000 years ago. Since then he has helped humanity from the shadows, slaying monsters and others who posed a threat to humankind.

He founds himself at the room under mysterious circumstances, having been on the run with his lover and their adopted daughter Hanna after rescuing the girl from a evil science lab

Items: Nothing of note

Other: Nothing of note

[User]
Jillian: I don't know Horus, but lets let him speak.
*Jillian folds her arms, and nods.*
Jillian: Attacking her in such a way isn't very promising... but if she did steal something from you then it shall be returned, right Zeta?
*She hears the sniper in the forest, cause super hearing, but makes no move to look for him just yet.*
*John just watches.*
---
*Sasha wakes up, and looks around for the faceless creature which appears to be gone.*
*She frowns, and still keeps her sword out.*

[Assistant]
*Horus readies himself for combat. He doesn't like the look of the being before him*
Horus: Explain yourself! Now!
*He frowns between Zeta and Vaseraga*
Horus: If you both want to fight, so help me Danu you'd better do it outside. This place is damaged enough without you crashing through walls.
*He's entirely aware that he's busted through several walls aready*

*Xan looks at Jillian and Zeta, just waiting for any signal to attack again*

[User]
*Lecter sighs, and keeps his weapons ready*
Lecter: Vaseraga, you could have mentioned a thief and we could have helped. Shedding blood in here for potentially no good reason is... Not a good idea.

*Be'lak chuckles as the tree ignites into flames, and still tries to crush Tiaz in their ruined state*
You don't deserve my best, Tiaz. That would kill everyone here, and I do not want that. There is no fun in that.
*The eyes of the necklace in Be'lak's hand begin to glow slightly, and Be'lak smirks underneath his hood*

[Assistant]
*Vaseraga laughs at Jillian, thinking that Zeta mearly handing back what she stole as a preposterous concept. His eyes narrow slightly, and then he grunts, certainly unlike how he usually is, cause he's usually happy, not overly serious.*
Vaseraga: If it were that simple, I would have done it first. Had I talked first, fought later, I would most likely not be standing here with you now. That person back there is skilled in deception and head-on fighting. Better I caught her off guard than anything else. As for whether she hands over the location of the ledger, that is up to her and will dictate how much pain she feels at her execution.
*He then grunts at Horus, and bows deeply, almost making a right angle with his body as he does so, cause that's how deep he bowed.*
Vaseraga: A thousand apologies. I will repair the damages once I am finished with my duties.

---

*Zeta's eyes widen slightly as she hears execution, but she doesn't run, cause she knows she won't get far now that Vaseraga seems to be swaying everyone to his side. Her head lowers slightly as she attempts to think of a way to escape with as few injuries as possible. She can't think of anything.*

---

*Eustace lowers his gun, then hops out of the tree, before slowly making his way out of the treeline so he's visible, but doesn't go much farther than that.*

---

*The other chick is still having a picnic.*

[User]
*Xan snarls at Vaseraga and places herself between him and Zeta*
Xan: Du nix jak Zeta! Not kill! You have to kill me first!
*She slowly backs towards Zeta, making sure to body-block her from Vaseraga as much as possible*

*Horus frowns. The new man seems polite enough, but there's still something Horus can't shake about him. Not knowing Zeta really at all he turns to Jillian*
Horus: Jillian, perhaps you know what's going on better than I. Do you know any of these people? Know if any are trustworthy?
*He particularly looks at Xan, as all he's really seen of her is her aggressiveness and loyalty to Zeta*

[Assistant]
*Jillian eyes widen for a moment at the finality of Vaseraga's words, and shakes her head slightly in dismay.*
Jillian: You are killing her for the theft of a book? On top of that you wish to torture her first? That is overboard and unnecessary to do to her, I understand your anger but such a out come seems like a waste of life. Why can't you just get your book back, and be on your way?
*Jillian shrugs to Horus.*
Jillian: I just met Xan and Zeta, both seem to be from different cultures, but were nice and cordial with me. I have not met the fellow with the scythe yet.
*John nods in agreement with Jillian.*
John: I agree with cowgirl, why doesn't blondie get your book, and we all sit down and drink some whiskey? And I met Vase-a-ra-gas-sss, and he's a.... *Thinks back at his laughter, and insane battle tactics.* eccentric person... but he also helped fight monsters in the woods, so that is something.

---
*Sasha frowns at the next newcomer, and does her best to stand.*
Sasha to Eustace: Who are you?

[User]
*Lecter nods along to John's words*
Lecter: He was willing to fight against the creatures of Hell with us.
*He then turns to face Vaseraga, and his voice shifts to being gruff and serious*
Lecter: But if you want to execute her for theft, then I can't see you as better than a Devil. It was a book she stole, not a life.
*The Devil Hunter also keeps an eye on Xan, ready to interfere if she attacks again, because she's acting hysterical, and he doesn't know how she'll act*

[Assistant]
*Vaseraga was about to answer Jillian seriously, but laughs out loud at John's butchering of his name. He then marches up to John, all the while laughing, and pats him on the back. The pat itself isn't that hard, but to a human it'd probably be a light push.*
Vaseraga: A great attempt for one not used to my language, ohohoho! And thank you to you as well, Mr... I did not ask your name, what might it be, before I continue this discussion?
*He then turns to Jillian before Lecter asks cause 3 people are hard to answer at once without editing the entire post and I cbf doing so, and laughs again. His frame looking slightly bigger than normal due to his close proximity to someone smaller than him.*
Vaseraga: Because, Miss Jillian, the finality of the Society is absolute. There is the possibility she could recount parts of the ledger, and that is simply not acceptable. Many secrets are hidden in that book, and if even a single one gets out, that could mean destruction and chaos on a level never before seen in any Skydom. Sumimasen, but she must go with the book.
*He turns his gaze over to Zeta, who has moved closer to Xan so she can lean on something other than her spear. His gaze is cold, and Zeta can feel the hate towards her increase drastically. Her spear feels the same coming from Vaseraga's scythe. Zeta leans onto Xan slightly, and puts a hand on her shoulder.*
Zeta: It's okay. He won't kill me yet.

---

*Eustace looks at Sasha for a little bit. Then moves towards her, remaining silent in everything he does, including breathing. That's just how quiet he is. Fucken badass if you ask me.*

[User]
*Jillian doesn't seem very satisfied with Vaseraga's answer.*
Jillian: What information could that book hold that could cause a world to be destroyed? Secrets will only be kept in the dark for so long, truth will find a way, and there must be a reason why Zeta stole this ledger. I would pry into why you must keep these secrets, but I will hold my tongue. What I will do is not let you execute someone over the crime of theft, even if she supposedly holds dark knowledge from reading the ledger.

*John smiles at Vase's laughter, not cause it's funny more of he has a bad habit of smiling when other people smile or laugh around him. In his mind laughter is infectious, and he has trouble controlling his facial features.*
----
*Sasha frowns at Eustace, and manages to stand on her feet.*
Sasha: Are you deaf? Who the fuck are you?
*She grits her teeth from the pain spiking through her body, and manages to keep her sword raised.*

[Assistant]
*Vaseraga stops laughing at Jillian's question, and his tone turns dead serious. It's very unbecoming of him, but it has to happen once or twice.*
Vaseraga: Politics, Miss Jillian.
*He then roars in laughter again, cause of the seriousness of his response, his broad shoulders bouncing up and down with his heartfelt laughter of what he thinks to be extremely funny.*

---

*Zeta's lips turn down into a sneer as she watches Vaseraga laugh like nothing happened, while she can barely talk properly due to her armour still being super tight around her neck. She does hate him, and that is really weighing upon her emotions because there was a time she didn't hate him, and those memories and her current feelings are clashing like two armies in the battleground that is her mind.*

---

*Eustace eventually stops a few metres away from Sasha, and stares at her for a good thirty seconds. He then moves his rifle from a ready position, to his side, and then holsters it on his back. He moves his hands up to his head, making sure they're visible the entire time, cause he doesn't want to get shanked just yet, and pulls his cowl back, revealing his handsome face, and cat ears on top of his head. He also does not look amused at having a sword pointed at him, regardless of how fancy the sword looks.*
Eustace: Let me look at your wounds.

[User]
*Horus frowns. He fully believes Vaseraga's notion that a book could end the world, as there is one that he knows of that could end many worlds simultaniously*
Horus: Jillian don't be so doubtful. There are books that contain secrets of magic, spells so powerful they could evaporate this world in a heartbeat. I knew only of one however, I knew nothing of this.
*He looks between Zeta and Vaseraga*
Horus: She stole it from you, but why did you have it in the first place? What were your intentions with the book?
*He's long since learned to keep a straight face at all times*

*Tiaz roars in pain and fear as his cloak catches fire. He beats it out then lands clumsily, nearly falling over as his bad leg collapses under him*
Tiaz: You dare! I will show you the might of my power!
*He raises the skull and another jet of flame shoots forth. This one however is pure white, and since Be'Lak is a devil and evil it burns him on contact with the power of holiness*

*Xan growls and allows herself to be leaned on*
Xan: No man kill you! I protect! You friend!
*She looks back at Zeta and nods once before turning her gaze back to those she fears wish to hurt her friend*


[System]
If we're supposed to be working together, let's not be hindrances to each other, alright?
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Height: 5'5''
Weight: 138 lbs
Costume: None at the moment.
Personality: Despite his young age, Eltrino is very intelligent and has a brilliant, calculative mind. That being said, he doesn't take advantage of his large intelligence to prove himself some sort of superior being. Eltrino is very friendly, but he's very serious at the same time. As a person born with a high QI, he's very mature and doesn't oftenly joke around. He's very quick to adapt to even the most absurd situations and rarely loses his demeanor, get anxious or nervous. He does show spite towards people who doesn't like, but he isn't the sort of person who would join a discussion over a pointless thing.
Quirk: Aetherlight Analysis - Eltrino's quirk is the control of a special power called Aetherlight, itself having three uses that act separatedly. The first involves an almost invisible thread that he uses as a sort of whip, which can also be used to create a one usage clone of his opponent. The second use is by the usage of spiritual bullets through his gun, the Black Barrel. Those bullets don't hit as normal bullets and can easily rebound through surfaces. Eltrino's signature final move, Obelisk Barrel, includes a powerful beam being shot from the Black Barrel. The third one is that Eltrino has the power to analyze people and eventually discover usable weak points.
Stats:
* Power: 1/5 = E
* Speed: 1/5 = E
* Technique: 5/5 = A
* Intelligence: 5/5 = A
* Cooperation: 3/5 = C

Quirk Flaws: As all quirks, Aetherlight isn't perfect. Eltrino's Black Barrel is a gun, so it has a limitation of bullets, being 10 on his case. Once they do, Eltrino must reload his gun with new bullets and that takes a good amount of time, leaving him specifically open to attacks. His analysis mode also leaves him completely open and in this case, he cannot move or it won't work.
Another thing that Eltrino suffers from: not being able to deal damage. The spiritual bullets from the Black Barrel are insuficient to grant him victory, being more usable as disruptors. You can compare them to throwing a tennis ball at someone: it'll hurt but it won't kill. The same things happen with the clones Eltrino creates. They have a -50% damage penalty, so their power compared to the original fighter is completely reduced by half. Also, they are unable to use distant range special moves in the case where his opponent uses more of those.
Quirk Limitations: Currently, the whip Aetherlight also doesn't have a lot of reach so Eltrino might not be able to use distance if reloading isn't a good option. It's also stated that he hasn't reach the Full level of Analysis yet, so he might not be able to find all usable weak points on his opponent.
Likes: Books, technology, school work, learning new things, cleaning.
Dislikes: Perverted jokes, people who give up easily, being called a prodigy.
Main Theme: The Piano for Eltrino
Battle Theme: Bullet Dance

[User]
BGM: Memories of the School

 Morgan lies in bed, simply staring up at the ceiling as she begins analyzing her current situation. When she had originally awoken a few days back, she was greeted by a face she did not recognize in the slightest. Introducing themselves as Jerome, they went on to explain her whereabouts, situation, and that he would be her homeroom teacher. At first, Morgan was in complete shock at this revelation. The fact that her Quirk had caused this big of an impact on her was scary enough, but, she was even more terrified over the fact that she had to essentially start all over. She was no longer in a time where All Might was the Symbol of Peace. However, when she was told that Deku had been the one to take up the mantle until recently, she was not all that surprised. Even though that past had occurred a VERY long time ago, her first impression of Izuku Midoriya had not changed. In fact, Deku remains as being one of her inspirations to being a hero in her own right.
 With this hopeful thought in mind, Morgan slides off her bed, begins getting ready for the day, and heads out to the Academy. Aware that she more than likely missed the first portion of the school day, she makes her way towards a tree nearby the cafeteria, noticing three new individuals in the middle of a conversation. She silently approaches them, equipping herself with her usual happy-go-lucky persona, smiling warmly at the trio.

@olcharlieboi@MagusDream

[Assistant] Kiyoshi shrugged, still looking confused. "M...I think it's because I have some sort of head injury. Hopefully just a concussion. Could be extensive." He looked at the nurse as they arrived to the room. He didn't look much older than Kiyoshi myself. Kiyoshi looked down, and realized he was wearing his costume/suit still. "I lost my mask. Did you see my mask?" He said to Sora, already forgetting why he came to this room. "Oh. The nurse. Right. Uh, excuse me?" He said, tapping the boy on the shoulder. "I think I have a concussion...maybe?" He looked around. "Can you treat that?" Kiyoshi looked to Sora, and leaned in. "I hope he can treat that."

[User]
@MagusDream @ShadowVentus

 Charles would chuckle at Koharu's reactions and then smile "Alright, alright. Then we'll try to go for the win" he says with a chuckle. Thinking he might as well try a little bit. He'd look when a new voice spoke seeing Eltrino approach them, He'd raise a brow when Eltrino offered his services. "Well that is nice of you to offer help... though not sure if we should accept outside help" he says shrugging. "mainly because of what the exercise is meant to be" he says looking at Koharu "what you think?" he asks her before turning his attention to their surroundings and sees a new face approach them, he'd sigh at so many people and just wave at the new face.

[Assistant]
"I'm sorry. Also I'm afraid I didn't see your mask. Hopefully a teacher picks it up. And I didn't know concussions hurt your chest. I'm...really sorry..."

She arrived with Kiyoshi to the nurse's office, and met Recovery Lad. She didn't even register that he was good looking. She was still rather panicky. "In the exercise," she started to tell him, "His quirk put me to sleep while I was in midair, and my horns collided with his head. That's what happened."

@LemonZest1337

[User]
Koharu was pleased to hear Charles' change in heart. She just had to work on herself now, and get herself ready for the exercise. She may have to move Adam or Noru at some point, but she would just have to be gentle. She remained in her ball as she looked up at the newcomer, he seemed nice offering advice. But Kooharu wasn't feeling talkative at the moment, she was unsure of how to feel. Should she be worried about the excessive? Happy she managed to convinced Charles to try? Disgusted at how she absorbed some of Charles? She was only now starting to overload. Unfortunately her opinion was wanted, she managed to squeeze out a response. "I-I-I don't know, m-maybe?" She replied in a voice befitting of her size.

Recovery Lad

Recovery lad looked at Sora and Kiyoshi with a knowing smile. "Ah the exercise, aren't they fun?" He would say as he walked closer to the two putting out his hand and gently brushed the hair off of Kiyoshi's forehead. "Now stay still, this will only hurt for a moment." Then suddenly Recovery Lad would pout his lips getting ready for a big kiss. His lips would connect with Kiyoshi's head and there would be a sharp stab of pain before a strange soothing feeling would overtake it. Recovery Lad would then back off and take a deep breath, "That should have you feeling better in no time. You're lucky you got it so easy, some of the people I've seen come through here have had it much worse."

[Assistant] Eltrino waved at Morgan's quiet arrival, but once Charles and Koharu demonstrated negative and conflicted answers, he sighed once again, this time completely expressing how he wasn't liking the situation with both teams. He had planned to keep himself quiet about his personal thoughts, but the situation seemed to be the actual inverse. "I just wanted to know if there was any problem here. It's just that... you two doesn't seem actually interested in this and I can only wonder why." He asked, gently. This was bothering him a little.

[User]
Patiently listening to all of the dialogue happening between her classmates, she cannot help but let out a small laugh at Eltrino's remark. "Pardon me for chiming in, but I think it's rather clear what's going on between them." She motions toward Koharu first. "Based off what I've heard, I'd like to think she wants to succeed in this activity as much as anyone else, but, she does not want to harm her friends in order to secure a victory. Given her current cute ball form, I'd say she's a bit on the overwhelmed side. In that case, so long as she doesn't mind, I'd like to talk to her about it, and help her sort her thoughts out." She then motions toward Charles. "As for him..well, based on his body language alone, he doesn't seem fully invested in this. Whether it's because he's secretly crazy strong or because he's extremely laid-back to a fault, I'm not sure. However, it seems like he at least wants to give it a good college try for whom I assume is his partner." She looks back towards Eltrino. "Did that all make sense? I apologize if I rambled on for longer than you guys would've liked." She remarks, bowing apologetically to the trio.

@LemonZest1337@olcharlieboi

[Assistant]
@MagusDream @ShadowVentus

 Charles would listen to the others when he heard koharu he'd sigh since she didn't give him an actual answer and then shrugs. Looking to Eltrino as he seemed to complain no one wanted to take his advice, but before Charles could answer the quiet girl spoke and what she analysed quickly surprised him with a raised eyebrow. "wow..." he'd say at her words "well that is a surprise... and is probably mostly right... and I hope you mean partner as in team mate" he states to the girl shaking his head with a sigh then turns his head towards Eltrino to speak "Look, you might have awesome things to tell us, maybe even give us clues we didn't know.. but the thing is we all made it here with our own strength, and to be frank we all want to show our own strength and ingenuity even in a silly event like this" he states with a sigh "while we might not seem like much, we all got here to the best hero school in the world through our own abilities, that says something" he simply states aloud.

[User]
Sora watched Recovery Lad's...unusual healing process, and flushed a little as she was very glad she was uninjured. Being kissed by a conventionally attractive older boy would have an 80% of making her faint. And Sora didn't faint with a graceful, ladylike swoon. She fainted like a goat. Recovery Lad's other comment was strange, though.

"Wait, do you mean today? Did Mycel and Edith have it worse than a concussion? Maybe I shouldn't have left Edith unchecked..."

@Default

[Assistant]
Recovery Lad

Recovery lad nodded. "Yeah, Edith lost a lot of blood. She's not in the best of shape at the moment. As for Mycel, he's a tough one. He came in pretty rough but was out super quickly. I didn't even need to use my quirk." Recovery Lad sighed quietly. "I better get some things ready for the next round, I have a strong feeling there will be more patients to take care of after lunch ends." Recover Lad smiled. "You can leave Kiyoshi here with me, my quirk makes people awfully tired, so I'll look after him till he feels better." He'd then wave Sora off as he carried Kiyoshi over to a bed.

Koharu listened to what everyone was saying, but only small bits of it got through. She was starting to stress out, then this new girl broke down the situation with surprising accuracy, even still. Her words didn't calm Koharu down, simply stop her from getting worse. Then Charles had to go and say the thing about "partners as in team mate" This made Koharu think of how people perceived Charles and Koharu sharing shade under a tree. Charles and Koharu sitting in a tree! K-I-S-S-I-N-G!

With that thought Koharu officially broke, falling to one side while still curled into a ball. She groaned quietly, but this was a constant groan, and it sounded similar to the old computer dial up tone.

[User] Seeing how they talked about their own spirit made Eltrino a little happier. "I see... well then, I guess I should apologize myself and actually explain where I intended to go with all this." He said, while looking away. "The last thing I want is for my classmates and eventual friends to give up. Hearing you deny my help with that reason makes me a little hopeful. We all came here to fulfill the same dream, I guess." Eltrino explained, while looking at his quirk. Memories of the last generation came by, as the wielder of Aetherlight before him given up on the dream of becoming a hero and ended up succumbing to despair, becoming a villain. Not only the responsibility of the Atlas family name fell upon him, but he has the dream of becoming a hero like All Might or Izuku like all of the others. I need to settle things right... for the sake of my family and of my own dream... I will pursue this past and eliminate it... erase it and everything will be fine. Eltrino thought about it.


[System]
Race: Rock Gnome

Age: 72

Gender: Female

Appearance: Short, of course, with brown skin and blond braided hair. Her clothing's relatively light - a plain tan shirt and vest, a grey skirt, and black boots and gloves.

Class: Sorcerer

Alignment: Neutral

Bio: Cyanak was born in Tinkertown, though her affinity for magic over technology resulted in her leaving as soon as she could, at age 40. She skipped over the Northern continent, opting for the less-stable Western continent and its constantly shifting map for a few reasons. For one, she was quite fond of the chaos - as long as she kept her head low and didn't openly support any regime, she was regarded as useful by more than a handful of people over the years. She sold her brewed items to whoever was willing to pay her cheap prices and, if things got too exciting, she packed up shop and moved to another kingdom. When things began to grow relatively stable, she found herself becoming bored and finding new ways to keep herself amused - offering her services as a utility mage to adventurers wanting to explore the desert, studying alchemical recipes, kidnapping people's pets, all sorts of things. The last one ended up getting her arrested eventually and she would have been beheaded had an adventurer's group not bailed her out - they needed a magic-user to support them, and they'd be keeping her around for the long run. Cyanak agreed since, sure, she needed something to do anyhow if she wasn't going to be executed.

The last time she saw them, the barbarian and rogue threw the halfling fighter into the dragon's mouth at his request and were hoping he'd be able to cut through as he promised. She still has no idea if he ever did.

Personality: Cyanak is, at a glance, extremely sweet and kind. She'll gladly chat you up if you're interested, will not bother you if you aren't, will volunteer for raids without demanding compensation beyond healing and supplies used, and will likely gush over your animal companions. She seems content to use her magic for support as opposed to front-line fighting, and she barely seems capable of lying. She believes in honoring any promises she made and that she should be as upfront as is comfortable. That all said, she also seems to have an intense love for fighting and killing, and her love of magic tends to emphasize how she can turn a fight around with a flick of her wrist and a word. It also cannot be emphasized enough she should not be left alone with small animals. While promises are important, she doesn't hold any particular loyalty to anyone, considering herself a drifter. A good teammate if you can put up with her rather inconsistent personality, a villain if you cannot.

Equipment: Alchemist's crafting kit, crowbar, one set of caltrops, two flasks of oil, four empty flasks, four sets of rations, a waterskin, a bedroll, a sling, sling bullets, spell component pouch, and of course a backpack.

[User] Bozidar sighed and slumped down in the first open chair he could find in the tavern he had just walked into. Bozidar had walked into town less than 2 days ago and he already desperately wanted to return to the secluded druid grove. His charisma had originally led Ollin to tell Bozidar that getting allies would be easy... then he got to the city. As soon as he entered at least 4 guards had commented on his "oh so pretty face" and he had been call miss and fair lady far to much. And whenever he corrected someone they either started laughing hysterically and start addressing him as "lady-boy" or just walked away whispering uncomfortably. He had dropped in to every tavern in town and any would-be allies just laughed him off and told him to run home to daddy... he had resigned himself. So he sat in a corner, trying as hard as possible to not be seen. If no one in this town wanted to adventure with him than he would just head back to the grove, and let the druids handle it. Deep down though, he desperately wanted to succeed, and prayed to Freyja that SOMEONE would join him... preferably someone with adventuring class levels

[Assistant]
The door barely swung open as the female gnome waddled in, weighed down by the backpack that seemed to threaten to topple her over at any second. She didn't seem to have a lot to say, though her expression remained cheerful as she plopped down her bag and pulled herself onto a barstool, right next to a wizard who had a bat familiar visible. Whether or not the wizard was trying to eavesdrop didn't matter; the gnome piped up right then, in a rather cheery voice:

"Hi there! Your familiar's so cute!"

Boy, didn't that get the wizard's attention real fast! The older wizard looked over her traveler's clothing and scowled before sliding off his stool. The gnome reached for him, continuing to speak. "Hey, hang on, I just wanted to pet him! Or her! Or whatever they want to be!" She wasn't quick enough, though, and instead fell on top of her backpack with a faint crushing sound.

"Uh-oh." Now forgetting the wizard and his adorable pet, the gnome slid off her backpack and opened it up. Sand, glass shards, powders, and the like decorated her items now - though she was to note not everything had broken. Still had some supplies. But jeez, what a start to freelancing.

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Bozidar couldn't help but giggle at the gnome and her little fall, though the wizard had been a bit rude. However the gnomes apparent love of animals brought Bozidar back to the grove, where all the animals he had grown up with were, druid or not the animal domains speak with animal ability really helped him making friends with all the little creatures of the forest. He decided that maybe a bit of friendly conversation would lighten up his day.

Bozidar got up from his seat and walked over to the worried looking gnome and, in his soft voice, "Are you alright? Break something in your pack? That wizard was pretty rude huh?"

[Assistant] "Now that was a tad bit impolite of you, sir wizard." The blue cloaked fellow stated very politely. "None of my business however." He just passed by the wizard who now was looking at him like he'd probably look at something that has crawled out from a sewer. Toshiro shook his head slightly and seated himself on the stool the wizard had been occupying earlier. "Such a mess, such a mess... You ok there" He glanced down at the gnome while finally pulling down his hood. "Hope you didn't hurt yourself." He smiled politely and turned his attention to to the barkeep. "A pint of water, please."

[User]
Wow. Cyanak was not planning on being the center of attention but already two people had come over to make sure she was ok. And they even agreed that the wizard had been rude. She wondered if they were traveling together and, perhaps more importantly, what they'd think of a sorceress.

The wizard simply stared at the blue-cloaked man before dismissing his familiar and walking over to an empty table. Cyanak decided not to pay him further attention, instead focusing on the two who had asked if she was okay.

"He, was, yeah. I'm alright, though. Lost a few things - I can make them again myself, it'll just take a while." She wouldn't dump the bag for now, if only because it'd take a while to unpack everything, and dumping a mixture of slumber sand, flash powder, powdered water, and burning dust in a busy tavern could have consequences. If nothing else, she fancied herself as the kind of person above making silly mistakes. She closed the backpack and considered asking if either one would be interested in buying her a drink.

Then again, she was pretty certain her Alchemist's Mercy was somewhere in that mixture too, if nothing else. Oh well. She wasn't going to buy water, though, not when her waterskin was still full. She stood back up straight. "Really, I'm fine." She beamed. "Though I guess I feel a bit sorry for whoever hires me. That was a lot of good stuff, ready to go." She tapped the backpack with her foot, gently to prevent further damage.

[Assistant]
"Hires you? For what sort of work?" Bozidar thought he knew the answer, he would be any amount of gp on it cause it was such a no lose bet. Someone in a tavern looking for work, in a tavern, with a pack full of supplies? This was Bozidar's chance! Maybe he could finally get some help! And the gnome hadn't called him miss or lady yet... Though she hadn't called sir or mister either...

"You... wouldn't happen to mean adventuring would you? Just wondering since you have such a well supplied pack... looks like you'd be ready for quite a journey."

[User]
Her eyes gleamed. Well, maybe the losses would be worth it, if she already found a group. "As a matter of fact, I do. Sorry I don't have a business card-" She curtsied, pulling up the hem of her skirt. "-I wasn't expecting anyone already and figured I'd have time to make some." Out of cocktail napkins and disappearing ink, admittedly, but they'd be better than nothing, she supposed. "But you can call me Cyanak. Utility mage for hire. I only ask you cover fees associated with brewing, rest of the loot is yours." She dropped her skirt hem, look decidedly a bit colder. "So-" And now she really looked over the one who asked, and oh god. This was just like the elves all over again. She made a note to avoid all pronouns until further notice. "-uh, well, I don't suppose you're looking for assistance in clearing a drow lair or killing a dragon- at all?" And had to catch herself from using 'sir' or 'madam' reflexively.

This was going to be fun, if this person said yes.

[Assistant] Bozidar positively beamed, his soft features practically glowing. "Well, a pleasure miss Cyanak, I am Bozidar Greencrown, Cleric of Freyja. I am indeed looking to hire multiple fellow adventurers, and I'm sure I can easily cover your brewing costs." He glanced at her bag and hoped she hadn't broken anything to incredibly expensive, he wasn't overflowing with gold. "Though our quest is a bit less... straightforward than slay the dragon or clear out the drow. Though first I must ask, what arcane caster class are you? You call yourself mage but if you don't mind I'd like to know your exact class." And finished the sentence with a cheery smile

[User]
Toshiro smiled faintly as he began sipping the water he had ordered and listened to Cyanak and Bozidar. He had long since reached the level that he wouldn't be growing physically older - and butting in on someone's adventuring party when you are atleast by very rough estimate a handful of levels above them might make you seem like a bit of a not very polite person. Still he was very curious and the little voices in the back of his head reminded him that it's a Paladin's duty to provide help to those in need - if they accept it ofcourse, if they don't want your help then you can just leave them be, forcing your help on others would be very impolite.

"Terribly sorry to cut in to your conversation here, but from this distance I couldn't stop myself from overhearing that you are putting up an adventuring party." He paused for a moment, he was either thinking very carefully what to say next or having some kind of an inner debate. "I am Toshiro Mizu, a Paladin of the Sapphire Guard." He intentionally left out the 'honorary' part out since it really wasn't needed except when filing paperwork.

A spot check might bring out the fact that this paladin isn't actually wearing heavy armor or carrying any kinds of weapons, but who really checks those things out? Or does a lore check about paladins?

[Assistant]
Cyanak blinked at - the paladin, huh? ...Best not to attract too much attention to herself then. "Oh. Thought you were already traveling with... Bozidar." She gestured at Bozidar. Sounded like a male name. Maybe they were a guy. It didn't seem that implausible, really. "I guess if he can afford you too, I'm not gonna object." And hopefully, that wouldn't set off a speech about how 'he' was a female, followed by a flurry of arrows.

"Anyways-" She turned back to Bozidar. "I'm a sorceress, if that's not a problem. Sure, some people might advocate for the wizard, but they can't cast as much and if you needed something else anyways, you're out of luck for the day either way. Besides, I've never met a particularly friendly wizard." In fact, she'd probably only gotten the silent treatment from that one because she wasn't dressed in casting robes. "So I guess if you need diplomacy-" She seemed less than enthused about the idea that the mission was not killing a dragon or the like. "-A sorcerer's still a better bet for not irritating everyone." And then the pep in her voice was back, and she was smiling. "So, yeah, short version, utility sorceress, alchemist, hope those aren't problems!"

Cyanak glanced at her bag, which she had noticed Bozidar looking at earlier. "...those don't count, though, I mean when I actually start brewing things while working for you."


[System]
Age: 16

Personality: Eager to prove himself, Trey refuses to ever back down from a challenge. This, of course, has gotten him into trouble on more than one occasion. But hey, nothing ventured, nothing gained, right?

Appearance: He's an average-looking teenager with short, sandy-brown hair usually gelled back so it appears to be somewhat spiky. For his attire he generally sports a white t-shirt and blue jeans, though also with an added denim jacket should the weather call for it.

History: Originally from Azalea Town, Trey grew up on stories of the masked hero called Gligarman, aka his Uncle Parker. While it may have been his cousin Latoya who took up the mantle (she became Gligirl when Mr. Parker retired), that didn't stop Trey from getting his own Gligar. Once he became a trainer, Trey stubbornly decided to leave home and make his own legend. Maybe he wouldn't be a superhero, but becoming a powerful Pokemon Trainer was, in his mind, a good place to start. His journey has, by chance, taken him to the Kosei Region.

Preferred Starter: Gligar

Name: Gligar
Nickname: Glider
AL: 20
Gender: Male
Ability: Immunity
Moveset: Night Slash, Quick Attack, Fury Cutter, Harden

1. Pokegear (Map and Radio Cards included)
2. Pokedex (National)

[User]
Also disembarking from that same ship, was another trainer. Unlike the other one, though, this one let his partner be perched on his shoulder. It was a Gligar, one that the trainer nicknamed Glider. As his feet touched the soil of the Kosei region for the first time, Trey looked around himself with a wide grin and a look of wonder in his eyes, "Here we are, Glider. It's a whole new world." he said to the Glgar perched on his shoulder, who responded in the way only a Pokemon could, by saying its own name, though it did so happily, with an equally exited smile on its face.

This place was nothing like home. The Johto Region as a whole was always known for being one of the more old-fashioned regions. It's only real major city was Goldenrod City, while most of the other towns were more rural than anything else, dotted with shrines and practically divided into two halves by Mt. Mortar. But this place, this place was something else. The buildings had a rustic architecture to them that reminded him of home, but then there were those big turbines. There definitely wasn't anything like that back at home. Of course, this just proved that even right from this outset, this journey was gonna be one to remember, and Trey could hardly wait to get started on it.

But first, he had to find the laboratory of Professor Tsuga. He was told that Tsuga could help him get started with his journey across Kosei, and besides, getting to meet any of the world-famous Pokemon Professors was an opportunity that no trainer worth their salt would ever pass up. Then he spotted someone, a man who looked vaguely familiar handing off a package so someone else who was disembarking. Why did the man look so familiar? Then the recognition hit him like a ton of bricks. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small photo depicting the very man who had long since left, "Wait! Ah man... looks like I just missed him." lamented Trey, having started to run after the Professor but gave up when it was clear he would catch up to him.

"Oh well, I'm sure he'll be at his lab." Trey muttered to himself, only just now remembering that he was now standing next to someone, "Oh! Sorry if I startled you. I was supposed to meet that Professor when I got here but it looks like I just missed him. Name's Trey, and this is Glider, my partner."

[Assistant]
"Hi there, yeah the guy just handed me some stuff, said he was busy, and ran off." Ian said in response. He didn't really expect to meet another trainer right off the bat.

"I'm Ian, and this is Sneasel." Ian said as he let Sneasel out of her Pokeball. The ice pokemon gave a light yawn and stretched herself out before taking a look at the other trainer and the Gligar before her. She stared skeptically at them for a moment then offered a simple nod at the pair. "I'm guessing you're one of the other trainers Tsuga mentioned, he said something about all of the trainers that are new to the region meeting him in his lab in about an hour."

[User]
A letter had arrived in the mail some time previously. It had been awhile, however, Lily was determined to arrive to her destination on time. A delay had occurred on the street. Some pesky moron with ideas of being her knight in shining armor had created, then attempted to extract her from a situation. Falling rocks, of all the crazy things. One had been about to hit her too, however, Ruby, the oddly colored blue haired ralts that traveled with her had been out of her Pokeball and had stopped the one rock that had been about to hit her. She shivered at the memory and tossed her single Pokeball up into the air and caught it again.

Ruby was too small to sit outside her pokeball during travel. Her body wasn't made for sitting on Lily's shoulder, and she couldn't keep up with her trainer's walking speed. That would change however, once Lily finally evolved. Kirlia would be more than capable of staying outside her pokeball all day and night if she so wished, and that would mean Lily would have someone to talk to on her travels. She smiled at the thought and let out a small sigh.

Eventually, she arrived at the town, and started heading towards the lab. She could see a few trainers disembarking from the boat in the harbor, and the letter she had received had said there would be others. Figuring it might be a good idea to at least learn a name or two, Lily sighed and headed over. Her eyes locked onto the sneasel for a second and she smiled. Pokémon were much better companions that people for the most part. She wouldn't mind having a sneasel of her own one day. Or a vulpix. Vulpix were beautiful.... She shook her head and stepped forward, interrupting the conversation of the two.

"Hello... I'm Lily. Are you two also headed to the lab?" Her voice was quiet, but strong. She wasn't nervous, she just didn't seem to want to waste words. "I believe there is a group of us, yes?"

[Assistant]
"That's what I've been told." Ian said to the newcomer. "Anyway, Tsuga said to meet him there in an hour so I'm going to scope out the gym. I don't really know much about this region's Pokemon league, so there might be a few things I could find out."

With that, Ian began to walk away only to be tugged back by Sneasel. He could feel her glare without even looking.

"Yes, I know it's rude to just walk off, but I really want to explore a bit before the meeting." Ian explained hastily. Sneasel's response was to simply jab him lightly in the side. "Ah, jeez is that really necessary?" He asked only to be jabbed again. Ian sighed in resignation."Fine. Would either of you like to check out the gym? Apparently I can't go on my own."

Sneasel's satisfied grin was enough to cheer him up slightly, but the pair probably didn't look like professionals by any stretch.

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"I wouldn't mind. I'd like to see if this is one I can challenge right now anyways." Lily doubted it. Ralts wasn't an overly strong pokemon, and it was still somewhat of a fresh catch. Besides, for the most part, Lily and Ruby had more or less just been friends and hung out. There had been very little training of any kind, so Ruby was far from battle ready.

"I wonder if there is a good place to train...." She said aloud, thinking. "Ah!" She pulled out her pokeball and released Ruby. "I suppose I should introduce you to my partner. This is Ruby" She gave a light bow, and the ends of her ginger red hair tickled the top of Ruby's head. Ruby gave a wave and a head bob, then looked up at Lily, sensing her trainer's slight discomfort with the number of people around.

Trying to cheer her up, Ruby tugged on Lily's pant leg. When Lily bent down, Ruby jumped up, catching the arm of her white dress and pulling herself up onto Lily's shoulder. Lily chuckled as Ruby took a seat there, and rubbed her hand on Ruby's head. "Little trouble maker aren't you sweetie?"

[Assistant] Hadraon sneezed nearly knocking Ralts of his head, much to its indignant trills. "Sorry Tal, I didn't think it'd be so sunny here." Tal let out one last moody trill and fell silent. "Aw don't be mad at me." Hadaron begged as he made his down onto land. "Tell you what, I'll buy you a pokepuff after we finish looking around alright?" He looked around at the town eagerly, it was time for the start of his journey. The first thing he was supposed to do was visit the lab, so he hurriedly made his way into town, making his way past a group of three people. He would've tried to make friends but he didn't want to be bothersome so he just kept moving. After all in his experience groups tended to like to stay with each other rather than make new friends. "Hang on Tal." he warned his Ralts before he started a light jog. Tal got a workout from it as well from trying to make sure he didn't lose his balance and fall off, and he didn't like being in a poke-ball very much so he just sat on Hadaron's head for the most part.

[User]
Haskell stood from his seat, grateful that someone had cut off the television. He hadn't been watching the screen, but Haskell heard what he could only guess were the ravings of a madman. He strode out onto the loading ramp of the ferry, and then on to the dock. The temperature was perfect for his winter outfit. It would save him having to stop somewhere to change into his lighter clothes.

Haskell spotted a trainer conversing with a rather scruffy looking man, and overheard something about meeting in a lab. Haskell surmised that the man must be the region's professor. He made a mental note of this lab meeting, it would probably be a good idea to stop there before starting his journey in Kosei.

Eevee's silver head emerged from within Haskell's backpack. She yawned with a squeak, then began looking around whilst adjusting to the sunlight. Eevee's gaze locked on to one of the many wind turbines around the city, and she hummed curiously. Haskell turned his head to see what had piqued her interest, and spoke as a smile drew across his face, "Beautiful machines. They're called wind turbines. You'll be seeing plenty of them around here."
 They watched it spin for a short while, but Haskell soon remembered that they had places to be, and, realizing that there were several other trainers here, didn't particularly want to get stopped and play introductions.

Haskell eased past a small group of trainers that seemed to be doing just that, and felt glad not to be caught up in it. He paid little interest to their appearances or their Pokemon, instead keeping an eye out for this laboratory as he opened a gap between him and the crowd that had disembarked from the boat. However, Eevee had done the opposite, breaking from her gaze at the turbines above. She gave all of them a once-over as Haskell had passed by, but decided it wasn't necessary to get Haskell's attention. As much as he liked to distance himself from other random trainers, Eevee sometimes went out of her way to conveniently stop him near people who were likely to start up a conversation.

However, this time they really did have better things to do, and even if the other trainers had taken notice of them, Haskell wasn't going to stop now, she knew that well. Eevee let out a high-pitched sigh, and went back to her sight-seeing as Haskell pressed on through the town.

[Assistant]
"Sounds great." replied Trey. By that point Glider had left its perch on his shoulder and was now on the ground, in the mood for stretching his legs a bit, "Glider and I were gonna head there ourselves later, anyway. Right buddy?" the Gligar looked up at his trainer and gave a happy nod of agreement. The girl who approached earlier, Lily, mentioned training. As she released her own Pokemon, a Ralts she called Ruby, Trey gave a small shrug and could only offer one answer to her question.

"Best way to train is to have yourself a good sparring partner. You could always have a go against one of us. Heck, Glider and me make a point to never turn down a challenge."

At around this point, a trainer silently passed them by, who also seemed to have a Ralts since he had one sitting atop his head. He didn't say anything though, so Trey decided not to be pushy and respectfully let the trainer pass without interruption. But there was another one shortly after that. In fact the only reason Trey could even tell he was a Trainer at all was because he spotted an Eevee peeking out at the group from the trainer's backpack. But the sight of that particular Eevee was pretty cool, seeing as how it was silver, a rare color for that species. Meant it was probably rare, and whoever that Trainer was they were super lucky to have found one.

"Whoa..." Trey said in a lowered voice when the trainer had gone, "...did you guys see that Eevee? I've heard of them being silver before, but that was the first time I've ever actually seen a silver one. So cool." he felt small kick at his shin, and he looked down at to see Glider giving him a jealous look, "Well, not as awesome as you, buddy. Never." the Gilgar then happily jumped back up on Trey's shoulder.