[System]
Age: 143
Alignment: Lawful Good
Race: Elf
Class: Cleric/Barbarian
Appearance/Clothing:

Vaeri is an innocent looking elf, standing at about 5' 7" (170 cm) with long, straight raven hair that extends down to the base of her back, pale skin and bright blue eyes. At a glance she's quite beautiful with full lips, a small button nose, thin eyebrows and high cheekbones, when one takes a closer look, several tiny scars are visible all over, disfiguring her otherwise graceful looks. Likewise, Vaeri's exposed flesh, the rare times one can see them initially appear smooth and untouched, but upon closer inspection are covered in scars and barely contain wiry muscle below.

Vaeri dresses as a lady of the cloth should, with a dark blue full body cloak. The fabric is adorned with intricate patterns in white to provide visual contrast and indicating her status as a clergywoman. Around her neck and outside the cloak, Vaeri wears a necklace bearing the holy symbol of her god. However, underneath the cloak is a full set of leather armor, battle ready and kept in top shape at all times.

Skills: Concentration, Sense Motive, Knowledge (Religion), Knowledge (Nature), Climb, Jump, Sleight of Hand, fletching arrows, surviving out in the wild
Natural Abilities: Keen senses, the ability to see better than humans in low light
Magic/Spells: Heal: @Afina can decide how good this is
Tongues: Allows the caster to speak any language for the duration of the spell
Turn Undead: Vaeri can attempt to make Undead flee from her presence temporarily. Powerful Undead can resist this.
Divine Might: Holy power infuses the caster, temporarily making them more powerful and resilient
Flame Strike: Smites foes with holy flames
Additional Information: Vaeri worships Menhit, lion-goddess of War. (Fun fact her name means She who massacres)
Weapons: Vaeri carries a composite shortbow and a two-handed battleaxe
Possessions: On Vaeri's right ring finger is a ring of protection. One her back she carries a backpack that can hold more than you think it would and what Vaeri wants from the bag will always be at the top (the item in question must have been put in the bag beforehand for this to work). Inside the bag are her necessities (tent, rope, bedroll, tarp for the tent, soap, cooking utensils, oil, a lamp, flint and steel), holy texts, 8 vials complete with cork stoppers, 3 vials of Inflict Wounds potions, a Scroll of Gust of Wind, and about 2 weeks worth of rations. She also has a coin purse with about 20 gold pieces in it. On her hip is a quiver with 20 arrows.
Personality: To strangers, Vaeri appears to be a gentle elf, always keen to help those in need and be a travelling force of good in the world. However, as you get to know her, slowly she morphs into an entirely different person, brash, head-strong and a braggart, this true face of Vaeri shows exactly why she worships the goddess she does. The elf loves battle of all kinds and will gleefully jump into battle whenever she can.
History: Vaeri grew up in a forest village mostly populated by other elves to a carpenter. IN her childhood, she began learning the bow as all children did. Her prowess with weaponry was admired just as much as her excessive enthusiasm for using them was worrying. One day while out hunting alone she was overcome by a vision of the lion-goddess Menhit who commanded Vaeri to go out into the world and find a man with two right hands. After this experience, Vaeri began following the goddess of war and has dedicated her life to this mission. The cleric has been following this notice for strong adventurers as a possible lead for locating this mysterious man.

Name: Kazuo Blaide
Age: 22
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Race: Human (with slight traces of elven blood)
Class: Samurai (Ronin)
Appearance/Clothing: Image WIP
Basic description: 5' 11", lean muscular build, tan skin, long wavy black hair, slightly pointed ears thick arched eyebrows, hard brown eyes, stubble from forgetting to shave last week. Wears common street wear (no armor) but with his sword at his hip and sandals instead of more conventional close-toed shoes.
Skills: Katana Specialization, Daikyu Specialization, Punching Specialization (3), Etiquette, Riding (Land-Based), Reading/Writing, Navigation, Weather-sense, Blind Fighting, Mountaineering, Weapon Smithing
Natural Abilities: N/A
Magic/Spells: Focus Energy - With a loud yell, Kazuo focuses his ki to temporarily boost his strength to the absolute limit of human potential for 1 minute.
Additional Information: * Father: Ukon Bootsnatcher (Wandering Ronin)
* Mother: Mira Blaide (Master of the Blaide School of martial arts)
* Uncle: Hiron Bootsnatcher (Funnily enough also a martial artist)
* Family Friends: Mazon Rohtar (Half-orc Warrior Singer; married to Hana)
Hana Rohtar (Gnome Bard/mage; married to Hana)
Elincia Nartolia (Human cleric)
Kanti Dryearurdrenn (Elf Ranger who is coincidentally Vaeri's distant cousin)

Weapons: A Katana, his fists
Possessions: A black horse named Trombe whose saddlebags carry a tent with a tarp, a bedroll, 10 days of trail rations, a fire starter, a mess kit, 4 pints of oil, a hooded lantern, a waterskin, a straight razor, a utility knife and 50 feet of hemp rope.
Personality: Kazuo, like his mother is a quiet person, who rarely speaks when he doesn't need to, and like his father, has a habit of getting easily bored. Unlike either of his parents, Kazuo is a rather forgiving man, able to let insults and slights against his person pass. One thing that runs strong in his blood is a love of conflict and competition. The variety and outcome of the competition does not matter, the rush he gets from giving his all against somebody doing the same is what he lives for, and he'll seek this feeling out even if it proves to be self-destructive in the long run.
History: Kazuo's mother was a Half-Elf monk and his father was a human samurai. He did not get to know his father very well, only able to meet him a few times during his life, and his mother would tell very little about him. Apparently they knew each other from some running tally they had of dueling to the death and somehow that ended in a tryst that produced him.

Kazuo's mother, Mira was a harsh woman who commanded strength and grace that was almost otherworldly. Her beauty was undercut by rage and bloodlust barely kept under wraps. Her bloodlust was so great it seemed to almost materialize in combat and it colored her ki, a normally invisible force a dark purple. She did her best to raise Kazuo as gently as possible, but even her smoothest side was like a cat's tongue. When he grew old enough, Mira tried to teach him the ways of her school of martial arts. She had been the last member of the school, and had dedicated her life to rebuilding it from the ground up. Kazuo's body was able to learn the physicality of the art well, but he lacked his mother's talent to utilize ki, only able to boost his strength with it.

Kazuo's father, Ukon was a wandering samurai, a Ronin. His skills with the quickdraw technique allowed him to cut down all but the hardiest of men with a single motion of his blade. Brash, perpetually battle-hungry and a bit dull-witted, Ukon did not even know he had a son until Kazuo was 15. As a kind of apology/gift for reaching manhood, Ukon bequeathed upon Kazuo his spare katana, but left without teaching him how to use it. Mira knew the basics of swordsmanship, so seeing her son's attachment to the weapon taught him what little she knew, leaving the rest to him.

Upon reaching his 18th birthday, Mira grew tired of trying to teach him to properly use his ki, and remembered how she had grown when she traveled the countryside. So she kicked him out and, "Come back when you're a successor I can be proud of." Since then, Kazuo has traveled the lands trying to become strong enough for his mother to accept him.

[User]
Derrix nodded carefully at Sana's words, taking in what she had to say, up until she asked how he ended up here. A small laugh so uncommon to Derrix rippled from his throat, "sometimes I wonder the same thing. I suppose the best way to put it is that I got the short end of a long stick, and coincidentally it got me thrusted so far from home."

 "Sometimes I feel homesick, but as you put it, life has our journey mapped out for us," Derrix said shifting his voice from a light and thoughtful tone to a concluding baritone, "besides, for now my only concern is completing my duties to this quest."

[Assistant]
Sana nodded in understanding, not so much understanding is past or what brought him there but perhaps a little bit of clarity to who he was; which seemed to her to be a rather complicated person but then again, weren't most if you took long enough to get to know them.

 "That is does," she remarked in reference to life having a mapped out path for us. "No matter what we wish of it, it seems." Rising a brow to his words that followed she looked over towards him. "Being focused on the current task can be a wise thing but have it be your only concern? Does that not leave you feeling empty at the end of a task before another is presented to you? A gap in ones very existence? Nothing to bridge one task to the next? What do you do then?" she asked slightly perplexed.

 Sana had lived her life since she left her troop wandering from place to place, with not much guidance or purpose other than to live and enjoy life but for her that had been enough. The people she had met, the adventures she had had, they all contributed to who she had become; as much as those that raised her, perhaps even more. Even though her main concern had been at the time to finish a task, each one was woven together with another by looking forward to the travels in between and seeing something new. She couldn't imagine what it would be like to only have one concern at a time, perhaps it was liberating not to have focus on more than one thing at a time.

[User]
Derrix frowned and looked at Sana, "I'm homesick."

 "Between my tasks I wait to go home," his voice had changed back to one of thought, "and if I can help as many people as I can before I rest by the fires of my homestead and feel the comfort of my own bed, so be it, all will be better for it."

[Assistant]
"I can't pretend to know what that feels like," Sana admitted. She never truly had a home or a place like one. Growing up she traveled and at nights they slept in wagons and even the wagons were like a house on wheels she had left that life a long time ago. There were moments where she longed for the sound of a violin and times she missed certain members of her family she had not seen in so many years but she wouldn't call that homesick by any stretch of the imagination.

 "What is your homeland like?" she asked, slightly intrigued to what it was like since it was somewhere she had not ventured to before in her life.

[User]
"Perhaps we may find the crystal coasts of the seas to the North." Vaeri said, playing along with his persona of being a idealized hero who did this sort of adventuring regularly. "Or find a magical grove filled with creatures you only hear of in legend that can teach you the secrets of nature. Or we will come upon a dark cave containing a savage hydra. At first you would be nearly overwhelmed by the many heads, but you soon figure out that by slicing off each of the heads and burning the stumps that the beast will fall. The lead is yours, Sir Tobias." Vaeri slyly smiled when Tobias apologized and mentioned that city girls loved his romanticized words of high adventure and treasure.

Patiently, she waited for Tobias to finish his improvised brick of questions before turning back to answer Melvus' question. "Is it really so odd for me to be helping out humans? I am a woman of faith, our races do not matter to me. A person in need is one deserving of my aid." Vaeri paused for a moment before continuing.

"Perhaps you were asking about the reason I am even traveling. I'm on a mission from god. I'm looking for a man with two right hands." Vaeri raised both her hands in the air for emphasis. "My goddess commanded me to go out and find him. And so I have been for the past 3 decades. I hope that answers your question satisfactorily." Vaeri turned around to face Tobias again, taking a deep breath.

"And for you, the man on the white steed is named Derrix Nightbane Herchiv. I had an extended conversation with him last night. He appears to be a secretive man, but one with a deep understanding of spirituality. I do not believe he is concealing anything malicious, but that is a thing we can never really know. He does not look the type to share his past. I am almost certain he has no connection whatsoever to any dragons we may come across. I myself do not know what a Mist Dragon is, but Melvus' definition sounds correct. Most dragons are classified by their color whether it is a plain color like red or a metallic one like bronze, so your point about calling it a light blue-grey dragon is moot. If you had the chance to talk to the dragon, I believe you would be robbing the dragon, but no doubt you managed to escape his terrible breath attacks with cunning on your part, narrowing avoiding it's gaping maw with plenty of its gold in hand. Perhaps a few precious gemstones? However, I will keep your advice in mind if I meet another dragon on my travels. I believe Sana left Arianna with Sister Agnes while we're traveling. After all, it will be dangerous, and no place for a young girl like her. I would rather not think about a youngling getting injured or killed because of our carelessness. I am sure you would be a caring parent, but I doubt that most others would want such virtues imprinted on her. Although I wish I were so talented as to be able to teach people arcane magic, I lack the head for it. My magic is divine in nature, not well, natural. I'd only be able to mentor one with a faith like mine." Vaeri paused for only a moment to take a breath.

"I would guess that lunch is in about 4 or 5 hours. I do not know your term for it, but we have a similar thing in my village that we called vasa'loki. It translates roughly to 'A serpent of food.' They are great on occasion, but it gets old and wasteful if done too often. I think kings and queens simply have their servants prepare a meal of what they want to eat instead of creating long lines of food they won't eat all themselves. I find palaces too stony for my taste. I prefer to stand on and be surrounded by earth and flora, not cut rocks. I assume the king's crown contained a magical gem that unjustly gave him the power to rule, and by taking it, you freed the people from his tyrannical grasp. Such would only be fitting of a man of your caliber. Anything else you would wish to discuss, Sir Tobias?"


[System]
Leon Kohlberg
"I used this game to escape reality, but even now... reality never wants me to get away..."

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Username: Seraphin
Age: 21

Gender: Male

Main: Yorick, the Gravedigger

True Appearance: Leon's clothes are torn apart, replaced by ragged cloaks and cloths that resemble that of his power's original owner. His skin glows slightly of a greener shade whilst his eyes are colored yellow. His voice echoes out in multiple voices whilst a series of scars begin to spawn all over his flesh.

Powers:
 Unholy Covenant - When needed, Leon can summon his shovel: an ornate and lightweight iron shovel with an eerie lantern attached at its end. At the center of the shovel are the engraves initials 'Y.M'. The shovel can make use of Leon's pranas, causing its attacks to explode in a burst of spectral energy.
 Omen of War - Leon empowers his shovel with a wave of spectral energy, shackling a rabid and agile ghoul to rise from the nether. Whilst the ghoul lives, Leon moves faster than usual. Whilst his shovel is still empowered, Leon is able to move significantly faster.
 Omen of Decay - Leon releases a plague from the lantern attached to his shovel, causing a caustic explosion to erupt in a location, and summoning a plagued ghoul that decays the area around it. The decay slows down enemies (or everyone, since he is still learning) while they are near the ghoul.
 Omen of Famine - Leon smashes his shovel upon the earth, creating a small fissure whilst summoning a ravenous ghoul that grows stronger with his injuries; the ghoul's attacks absorb the enemy's pranas, redirecting it to Leon, healing him in the process.
 Omen of Death - Leon, in his true form, pierces his shovel into the bowels of the earth, unearthing ghouls that take the appearance of Leon's allies (or himself). The ghouls can only attack and not copy the target's spells. Any damage sustained by the original ones are redirected to the mimicking ghouls.

Personality: Leon, being a new kid on the block, is fairly shy and awkward. However, he tries his best to gain new friends, or even to communicate with others-- no matter how weird his tactics have to be. He has some sort of an inferiority complex, and often sees himself as a less important being as compared with others. He seldom wants to work with others, though, and would often do things his way if only to prove to himself that he is just as capable as his comrades. Leon is not really that proud of his powers, seeing as his ghouls frighten people instead of actually wanting to be close to him.

Although, Leon is still level-headed and mature when push comes to shove. He does not like those that push others around, and will stick up for those who are being trodden over. He is not exactly leader material, but he is willing to take control when there is anarchy. Righteous, vindictive, and fiercely loyal-- Leon is a comrade that most would want and not want at the same time.

Short Biography: Studying in college was one thing that Leon feared as it entailed him moving away from his family and his home. A college in Darkwell was the cheapest one around, and thus, the boy had no choice but to apply there. Shortly after moving there though, he immediately realized that the residents were not really friendly material. Hence, Leon had a hard time making any social contacts. Coupled with stress in college, the boy escaped his lonely reality by playing multiple online games, but none other stuck to him more than League of Legends. Sure, people were toxic, but they worked together until that blasted Nexus was destroyed. He played whenever he was stressed, and his favorite was Yorick-- sharing the same drive to be remembered by others. It was all a just game, though. Or, so Leon believed.

He didn't know what happened, but he just woke up with ghouls swarming his room. It took days for him to settle down, and come to terms with his reality. But, when he saw a shovel decked upon his floor with the initials Y.M, the lad knew that there was something greater at work. But, more than that, he knew that he was not the only one who could have been the victim here. Life was beginning to become more complex, but to imagine a path much duller than this was almost nigh on impossible for Leon. At least, now, whenever he came home, a bunch of specters greeted him with jaws and fangs in their smiles.

Oh, being a League of Legends player had never been much more fulfilling.

Other: "Death is only the beginning."

[User]
Aelia Stark

One of her tails twitched slightly, and she raised a brow at Erick. So... she should think about not having the tails and ears? Aelia closed her eyes, imaging herself without the extra appendages spurting forth from her body. But the harder she struggled to envision herself in such a state, the more she realized that she did have ears and tails. It stressed her out, and she found herself looking at Erick with a frustrated expression. Did she really have to go out like this? Her furry tails weren't going anywhere anytime soon.

"It isn't working," Aelia muttered, running a hand through her hair as she stared at him apprehensively. "Maybe it'll... just go away on its own. Like... I can't have tails and ears forever, right? I can't go to school like this..."

The brunette looked away, her face distraught. This was so stressful... it was even making her tails quiver in fright. Perhaps she would stay like that forever. Maybe she would be like one of those man-animal hybrids she read about in those fantasy books... She shuddered, shaking her head as she slunk back onto the couch, wincing momentarily as she sat on one of her tails. Yet, Aelia's eyes remained on Erick. "What now?"

Garrett Fisher

Two women approached him, both thinking that they were amusing and speaking to him individually. Garrett simply shot amber-colored glares at both of them, huffing loudly. They really thought that they were smart and funny, right? He rolled his eyes, glancing down at the newspaper again. He pretended to read until they left, and that was when he let out a groan and rested his head on the table in front of him. This had been a bad idea... he had just come in to work and already people were annoying the crap out of him. The black-haired male attempted to regain his bearings and calm down before putting on his apron and making his way out into the diner once more.

Garrett glanced around, his eyes clouded and weary, as he struggled to figure out what was going on. "What is going on here?" he asked, growling a little as he made his way to Clarice, crossing his arms angrily. "You're supposed to be working, not chatting like some sort of parrot."

@Zelosse @Eklispe

[Assistant]
Alex

"Yeah just about. I dealt with all this bul- oney, yesterday, oh and my name is Alex." He would've said more but tall, dark, and handsome decided to walk over. Alex was eerily reminded of himself yesterday. Even more so he felt a power similar to his own from the waiter. Odd. The same sort of thing that resonated with the dark-haired person's power recoiled from his waiter's. Well if he was Talon that would make sense. It would also make sense if he was Katarina, but that would be freaking weird and he didn't want to think about that. Whatever these league nonsense was, it wasn't exactly a secret anymore and if it was Alex didn't care about keeping it, life was sooo much easier when you didn't have to worry about that extra baggage. "Just talking about our league transformations, which one's yours? Oh and-" Dang it he didn't know her name. Awk. He'd just have to talk at her since he didn't feel like asking. "If you want me to talk about it more we can chat after we get our food k?" Alex was tempted to shoot a jibe at the dark-haired man about how their waiter was working harder than he was but figured it was un-needed. He had enough trouble in his life as it was.

[User]
Liam&Matt

 Liam blinked. He could only blink. The pig headed and stubborn nature of the punk was expected, but not to his magnitude. He was tempted to withdraw his invitation and leave the... 'Woman' to her own devices, but he shook his head as he fell silent. 'Damn you, Matt' the only thought resounding in his mind. For a moment, he kept silent, watching as the doors to the elevator's closed before turning his head to face the girl dressed in the grey sweater.

 "Firstly, it's chaotic enough that we have these power, not to mention if we go flourishing them about. Can you imagine how someone would react to people shooting lasers around, or sudden explosions? Imagine if someone was given the powers of Cho'gath." Liam could only shudder at his own mention, his mind drifting to his hatred of the aforementioned champion, "Secondly, what if we were given the mentality of our champions? Imagine someone like Jinx, Thresh, or any of the Noxians? They're probably looking for others to cull or exterminate, or simply to face their rivals." At this he fell silent, obviously troubled by a passing thought before dismissing it. It was then that his attention was turned to the other woman. The temperature continued to climb inside of the elevator, causing the steady rise to the top to be almost intolerable. Liam opened his mouth to say something in protest, quickly shaking his head as his gaze returned forward.

 The tenth floor was their destination, the very top of the building. It didn't take long, but the hot-boxing certainly made it seem that way. Once the doors to the elevator open, Liam made his way forward at a brisk pace, turning to the first door on his right as he gripped the handle and opened the door inwards, disappearing into the room.

 "Two so far. Haven't seen any others." Liam's voice could be heard from inside, echoing into the hallway.

 "Just two?" An unfamiliar voice called from within, "Guess it's better then none... Show them in."

 Those who followed would see the interior of the room, a largely expansive studio apartment, seeming to stretch across the full right corner of the building's apex. The apartment was well kept, though sparsely furnished. The one outstanding feature to this was a long collapsible table, flanked on all sides by a mixture of couches, recliners, and bar stools; atop it sat a small variety of pizzas, sandwiches, and sodas. At the head opposite the door, a dark haired male sat reclining in what seemed to be a computer chair that swiveled slightly as he stood.

 "Welcome. Sit and help yourself," With that, he bowed his head respectfully before continuing, "My name is Matthew, I see you've already met Nasus." At first, Liam opened his mouth to protest, but fell silent as Matt cast him a knowing glance, "For the sake of this discussion, you can call me Matt or Ekko." He shot a knowing glance to both of the women before returning to his seat, looking to the two of them almost expectantly.

@Kiroue

[Assistant]
Leon took to the Orchid road as he hummed quietly before him and his fellow Shadow Isle denizen vanished through the trees, shrubs, and other flora that teemed throughout the road less travelled. "I think this mutation started a few weeks ago." Leon began, scratching his chin in thought. "I can only assume that with all the things I saw so far, only those who has played this video were affected. You may already have that game in mind, but I'll say it just for formality: League of Legends. Of course, it's just a theory, but those I've met expressed knowledge in the game." Like that muffin-witch, and perhaps, that blue-eyed maiden. The lad stopped in front of a great tree before he turned to Travis.  "In short, there are others like us, and they are people who have played the game at least once in their entire lives."

He paused, trying to let the message sink in. "However, some are confused and are in need of belongingness. It's only expected, after all. They've been thrust into the realm of the unknown, and they need someone to cling to. But, that leaves them open to evil manipulations. They appeal to emotions, and they strike while the mutant is still emotionally vulnerable. Then, they might use them for their own gain." Leon gritted his teeth as if he was speaking from experience.  "There's also the issue of our minds being warped to think like the champion we manifested as. You have heard the whispers, haven't you, Travis? Like me, I also heard the whispers that told me to raise an army of ghouls. But, I managed to overcome those mumblings." I hope.

Leon spun around as he continued walking through the garden, encasing the two lads in a serene environment that allowed much thinking. Leon observed the leaves of a myriad shades that fell all around them. It seemed as if it was preparing for a great change; almost as if it was an omen of a renaissance. His ears began to ring as a soft strumming of some sort of stringed instrument reverberated gently within his mind. There were faint laughters, hushed voices that spoke in incomprehensible array of messages. As his eyes flashed, Leon saw another vision. Instead of the lush, green, and serene sanctuary of a garden around them, he saw wilting and decaying trees that stood upon desolated and desecrated lands. The ground glowed a deathly green as the sun was blotched by the jet-black clouds that eclipsed the sky. The faint whispers became much more agitated as he began to pick out words like 'bury' and 'raise'. Leon pinched the bridge of his nose before turning to the lad behind him, only to witness the Chain Warden following him intently. The clanging of the metallic shackles scraped against the dead earth; a twisted smile permeating the spectral visage of the flayer of souls.

Immediately, Leon shook his head vigorously as he finally escaped the trance that he was in. It seemed that they were still walking, and had almost reached the end of the road. If they kept walking, they would soon arrive back at the diner since the Orchid road just twisted back to its entrance. Thus, the lad turned to his companion. "I know more than you in terms of controlling my powers and impulses, and I can help you. I believe that this might be beneficial to us since we're both manifestations from the Shadow Isles. If you do not control those whispers, you might get lost in them." Leon spoke grimly, eyeing Travis with much focus and determination. "You are free to decline, and we'll rarely meet again in the future. However," he paused. "If we do meet again, then, pray that we won't be enemies."


[System]
Megan Pendragon
Character Quote: "I don't know if I have a soul."

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Character Summary
Aliases: Meg
Age: 25
Birthday: July 17th
Ethnicity: British-American
Fairytale Parents: King Arthur and Queen Guinevere
Birth Place: Wichita, Kansas
Gender: Female
Occupation: Junior Medical Examiner
Languages: English

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Appearance
Height: 5'3"
Weight: 140 pounds
Body Type: Athletic
Eye Color: Hazel
Hair Color: Dark Brown (Naturally Blonde)
Skin Tone: Pale
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Pierced Ears; Semi-Colon Tattoo (Left Wrist)
Personal Style: Megan wears her hair down, dying it regularly to keep her blonde roots from showing. She's never really felt like a blonde and thanks to her parents being doctors, it was never too expensive to go to the salon to get it fixed up. She wears earrings all the time, rotating between a pair of simple hoops and then something a bit edgier - such as skulls, coffins, or ghosts. As far as fashion goes, she typically wears a black long sleeve blouse, dark wash jeans, and Doc Martens. At work, she'll have her lab coat on top of this, with a pair of headphones in her pockets and black latex gloves.

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Psychology
Inquisitive * Unsettling * Patient * Dark * Meticulous * Blunt

Sexuality: Homosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: To be succinct, Megan is a goth. She spends her day working with corpses to attempt to determine the cause of death, she wears skull earrings, and her general demeanor suits Halloween better than any other time of year. Her personality is well suited for scientific pursuits, as she is able to go through tedious experiments without wanting to rip her hair out. She has the self control and the strength to sit in a quiet room, just waiting. Additionally, she is naturally curious, always wondering about the laws of the universe and how to manipulate things to get a desired outcome. She adores a methodical approach with controls.

Of course, many people find her company to be unnerving. It may be because she will casually talk about unsolved murder cases and disappearances in ordinary conversation - dropping in statistics about the differences in crime rates in the summer versus the winter. Or perhaps it is because she was a champion fencer in college and could likely skewer them with a broom. Her unsettling aura likely also arises from her candidness - she doesn't lie. If she hates you, she makes that clear - and if you bore her, then she isn't going to waste her time. She's a bit creepy, but that's just how she is. She isn't going to change that about herself for anyone.

Habits: Tugging on her hair, biting her lip
Hobbies: Fencing
Fears:
* Being Buried Alive
* Cancer
* Lobotomies

Likes:
* Bugs
* Unsolved Mysteries
* Horror Novels
* Movies
* Escape Rooms
* Puzzles

Dislikes:
* Dresses
* Formal Dances
* Cigarettes
* Driving
* Swans
* Public Speaking

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Skills
General Skills:
* Drawing
* Forensic Pathology
* Forensic Science
* Driving (Car)
* Chemistry
* Medical Science

Combat Skills:
* Fencing
* Self-Defense

What Do They Carry On Them:
* Clothing - Black knit sweater, dark washed jeans, Doc Martens, black overcoat, skull earrings
* Purse/Wallet - M.E. Badge, ID, debit card, credit card, $30 cash
* iPhone
* Medical Examiner Kit
* Water Bottle
* Agatha Christie Novella
* Keys (Car, House, Lab)
* Pepper Spray
* Camelot armor that turns into a signet ring
* Small pet bat that can detect where dead bodies are buried

Possessions In At Home:
* Fencing Equipment
* Diplomas
* Black Cat (Wednesday)
* Black Volkswagen Beetle
* Unsolved Mystery Novels
* Pathology Reference Books
* Childhood Dream Diary
* Current Journal
* Emergency First Aid Kit
* Laptop

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History
Biography: Megan was adopted by a pair of doctors unable to have a child. They had tried just about everything and had resigned themselves to the fact that short of a medical miracle, adoption was going to be the only way to bring a child into their home. They had intended to go adopt a baby, but they just felt drawn to the little girl with blonde braids and took her home with them. And since they expected her to become a doctor as well, they didn't change Megan's last name - they didn't need another Dr. Montgomery in the household, it was confusing enough already.

Her parents provided a loving household for Megan, but they were also relentless. She had to compete in some sort of sport or participate in an activity, and the only one she showed a remote interest in was fencing, so they paid for her to have private lessons after school three times a week. Each summer, she was sent to at least five different camps, all ranging from different STEM subjects. They worried that she might be troubled, since she was adopted, so she had to attend counseling sessions once a week. In high school, she had to take every AP class offered, even if it didn't interest her. She ended up graduating two years early. And when it came time for college, they used their connections to get Megan into an accelerated program that combined undergrad and medical school into just seven years.

Her interest in pathology came from her love of true crime stories and unsolved mysteries, prompting her to take a job as the Junior M.E. in her hometown. She really enjoys the work, finding a sense of fulfillment in working with the cases - though most of her work actually comes from overflow cases from nearby cities that are larger than Wichita. The extreme pressure put on her by her parents has had some psychological ramifications, mainly insomnia and a brief period of suicidal behavior in her first few years of college, but Megan has started to come around the bend. Now that she's living independently and does not rely on her parents financially (they paid for medical school in full), she's able to stay up all night watching horror movies if she wants to.

Do They Remember Anything?: Megan was ten years old when she left Camelot and came to the real world. Despite being one of the oldest children taken by the rebels, the psychiatrist managed to convince her (and her adoptive parents) that she simply had an overactive imagination. After all, every little girl wanted to be a princess, didn't they? She still has the little journal she used to draw her dreams in and while her dreams of Camelot are less frequent now, they are still incredibly vivid when she has them.

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Theme Song:

Extra Information: X-Men; Jack Frost
I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.

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Megan Pendragon
"It's the darkness... It has me."

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⟢ 🎆Respects ⟡ 🌓Neutral ⟡ 👋Acquaintance ⟡ 🙇It's Complicated ⟣
⟢ 💛Friend ⟡ 💙Good Friends ⟡ 💜Best Friends ⟡ ❣Ex-Friends ⟡ 😈Frienemy ⟣
⟢ 💘Infatuation ⟡ 💓Loves ⟡ 💗Couple ⟡ 💕Basically Family ⟡ 💞Family ⟡ 💔Ex-Lovers ⟣
⟢ ♨Tense ⟡ 💀Dislikes ⟡ 😡Hates ⟡ 👿Enemy ⟡ 👹Absolutely Loathes ⟣

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💞 Jack Gold 💞
"Ugh, he can be so disgusting..."
Jack and Megan are adoptive siblings, only three days apart in age. They grew up together in the same overbearing household, having to deal with the weight of their adoptive parents' expectations. And now, as adults, they work at the same precinct - Jack is a detective, whereas Megan is the Junior Medical Examiner. They're roommates as well and tend to have similar sleep habits (Jack drinks his weight in caffeine and Megan is an insomniac) and they get along pretty well.

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Matthew Madigan

Location: Table > Car
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Matthew's face flushed red once more as Colby went on about how this was good for him and how he needed to be more adventurous. It sounded like the kind of thing youd hear in a young adult novel just before the friend or lover convinces the protagonist to go off on a grande adventure that would forever change their life. Maybe this would be good for him, maybe this will help them get closer in one way or another? Or maybe they'll all get killed and die in the process. It was all still very unknown. Matthew watched as Colby took the boxes and made his way out, staying for a few seconds longer to collect himself before marching off towards the car.

He made his way into the backseat, being careful not to disturb the mess or uh...hunting gear, that they had. As soon as Cassiopa opened her mouth, matthew immediately began to get nervous again. He hadnt even noticed but his hand was gently tugging against the jacket he was wearing, breathe held, and eyes cast down as he thought about the possibility of his death. "H-hopefully it doesn't come to that, r-right? It'll be fine. We have t-two Hoods, a k-kid of Pendragon, and...and...well I'm sure we'll be fine." Surelt he would drag this party down. He was the NPC escort that the D&D party had to protect. No skills, no magic, just ordinary "Mad"dy.

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Rose Buckner

Location: Trailhead
Skills: N/A

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"We should go camping sometime then. After all this is figured out." She waved her hand vaguely. Rose thought about Sierra's question for a little while. "Well I don't usually get off work from the bar until pretty late like 2 am. So I don't think I'll go tonight. I do have tomorrow off. I'll probably go tomorrow. Do you want to go with me?"

She didn't want to go alone and figured Willow wasn't going to be down with going. And with Mab off dealing with other stuff... She sighed frustrated. Mab was supposed to be helping her with this. This was their thing. She regretted bringing in the others a bit, but at least Sierra was involved.

"Do you think Willow will be okay?" The girl had seemed really distressed. Rose felt bad for her and chewed on her lip a bit as she continued down the hiking trail. "Like, think she'll make it up with her mom? I don't know how I would handle it if I was in her place. She's got to be over 18 why didn't they at least tell her then?" Rose asked rhetorically, there wasn't any way that Sierra knew the answer.

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Colby Jackson

Location: Hood's car
Skills: N/A

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Colby rolled his eyes at Layla's 'joke'. "Honestly, it was fair. If it had been me I might have done a similar thing." He shrugged. He really didn't blame her for her reaction to Matthew's note. That had been just as weird as Tink's staring. Why not just be direct? He didn't get it.

"Love the idea of being maimed. Basically a life goal of mine." But then he caught how nervous Matthew looked. He sighed slightly, trying to keep some annoyance at him out of his voice. "We'll be fine. You know we're only going up against Maleficent. How hard can she be to beat? Didn't she just have like a rock tossed on her head or something?" Colby asked, sort of joking, but also definitely getting Maleficent and the witch from snow white mixed up.

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🗡 Megan Pendragon 🗡

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Location: Merlin's Warehouse
Skills: N/A

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 Megan didn't touch the tea Merlin had offered her, slowly replaying the information he had given them in her mind. A beloved cartoon dwarf named Grumpy was the identity of the John Doe they had gone to investigate the death of at the orphanage. They were from a place called Arcadia - which sounded to her like the name of a town in Canada - and their parents had sent them to Kansas in order to keep them safe from Maleficent. Their parents had been fighting what seemed to be a losing battle for over a decade. And of course, as her brother pointed out, Merlin hadn't even told them the identity of their parents. It seemed like they would be revealed to be Disney characters.

 She had to wonder if her mother was one of the ghosts at the Haunted Mansion - what had the bride with the axe been named? Maybe that was the answer. Her brother was probably the son of Prince Charming or something. Maybe Robin Hood? Was he a person in Arcadia or was he a sentient, talking fox with a hat? She just had more questions as she considered Merlin's story, still trying her best to give him the benefit of the doubt. Megan did remember him. She knew she had seen him as a small child. Maybe he was simply mad - but what if he wasn't? What if her parents really were out there in danger? "I'd like to know who our parents are as well."


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Age: 15

Race: Human

Apperance: A little tall for his age and has large bone structure. He has toned muscles that are well on the way to forming into an impressively built adult. His jaw is squared with a hint of fuzz starting to come in on his upper lip. His hair is light brown and kept in a crew cut. He has Hazel eyes (green in center to brown on edge). He wears plain boots and brown pants, and has a plain black tunic. He has a few scars on his arms from his work.

Wants to be: a Blacksmith

Teacher/Father: Gurick Folkvar

Person he cares about: His sister Fiina. She is seven years younger than him and ill. Aiden tries to keep her entertained while he can. Even though she is bedridden, he can every now and again take her around town to see how things are outside the house.

equipment:1.he has a belt with a pouch that he keeps two small books in. one is a journal where he writes down exaggerated things that happened to him for his sister. The other has a collection of pressed flowers that he thought she would like.
 2. A "survival kit" crafted and gifted to you by your father. It is formed of a leather sheet, 3 ft long 1 ft high. Into the leather are sewn pockets which contain a variety of useful items--a 3 ft length of very fine wire, a 6 ft length of sinew twine, 5 finely barbed metal fish hooks, 5 small fine barbed steel arrowheads, 2 large steel arrowheads, a "pocket knife"--steel blade 2 in long folds into an antler handle, a flint/steel set, 3 pieces of fine parchment the size of the palm of a hand, a grease pencil, a stick of charcoal, rolls up like a bedroll.
 3. A detailed horse figurine (keepsake).
 4. A carving of a tiger eye (keepsake).
 5. basic outdoor cooking set.
 6. shoulder & head cloak

brief history:Aiden had a mother (Helena), a father (Gurick), and one little sister (Finna). His father was a blacksmith by trade, and his mother stayed at home to take care of his sister. Growing up, his father has been teaching him how to smith anything from nails and axles, to swords and shields. Whenever his father went out to hunt, Aiden followed, taking in everything he could. He had shown Aiden some things with a sword, but it was too big for Aiden at the time, so Gurick decided he would just show him how to use a dagger until he was old enough to use a sword. Ever since he could remember, Aiden has been keeping a journal and flower log for Fiina. It was what he did on the few times he was able to relax and not work. He started when she was born and has made a couple volumes by now for her. They lived this happy way until he was fifteen years old.

One night, the small village they lived in was attacked by some small group of bandits looking to make some quick money. The bandits worked quickly, going from house to house, burning and pillaging as they went. Aiden's family was one of the first houses hit. The thatch roof caught flame as a torch was thrown on top of it and the door sealed shut. It seemed that bandit's were trying to avoid as much fighting as possible by burning them down with it. Gurick quickly grabbed an wood cutting ax took it to the door. When he broke through, he gave the two bandits that were blocking the door in a big surprise, though before they could react, they were dead. The roof collapsed as Gurick came back inside to get everyone out. Finna was found hiding under a low table and Aiden was calling out to his father. The mother was knocked out cold and had an injured leg from the support beams falling down on her. Gurick moved the massive timber off of her and hefted it to the side. He picked up Helena as slung her over his shoulder. In his other massive arm he cradled Finna, passed out from the smoke, and turned to Aiden. "follow me and don't leave my side," he commanded. Aiden nodded his head and stuck to him like a shadow.

They bolted from the house trying to get away to a haven not far off in the woods where they could hide and take shelter. It was often a place Aiden and Gurick used while hunting. Unfortunately, the bandits heard the roof crash and looked toward the house and saw their two dead comrades at the door. The bandits' archers started taking shots at the family that ran out. only a few of them went after them. After all, they still had a whole town to work on.

The arrows landing around Aiden and his family gave them an even greater sense of urgency. They picked up the pace, and they were out running the few bandits who were following, but they never looked back. They got to the safe haven, but it seemed only three arrived. When they stopped to rest Gurick laid his wife down to find that an arrow had hit her while she was unconscious and she has died.

Aiden, his father, and his sister made it to Harrowdale a few weeks later. Gurick seemed to be cut off from the world. He got a job as a blacksmith in town, but he didn't talk much except to his children. Finna still didn't grasp the concept of death, but knew she wasn't here anymore. Her health seemed to get slightly worse now that Helena was gone. Now with his mother gone. Aiden took up the chores and taking care of Finna on top of his duties with his father. They didn't hunt anymore because they decided it would be better if they just bought their produce from the market.

class skills:
 hunting, using a dagger as a weapon

life skills:
 reading, writing, smithing, hunting/gathering, fishing, basic arithmetic (money-wise at least), using a dagger as a tool

Regional Skills:
troll lore--appearances, types, calls, habits, signs, methods of disposal of a variety of trolls. These are taught to all residents of Twiddledale as trolls are a common problem in that area.

Abilities:1.) battle cry--doesn't mater what you holler but when you charge into a fight it gives your allies a burst of strength or speed that helps them either escape or get a second wind to continue fight or flight or break free frm a hold, etc. You can only do this right when you first join a fight.
2.) tracking/trailing--you trailed the bandit for some time and doubtless grew even more familiar with how to track a human through the woods, what is out of place and what is normal, etc. You may not always know WHAT you are tracking but you are now much more adept at trailing it whatever it is.

clues: Sarah's ornate dagger, tiger eye carving

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Jatan's eyes tracked the crossbow bolt as it whizzed past Argurios and sank deep into a bullywug's stomach, forcing a pitiful and high-pitched squeak from its lips. His gaze lingered on the bullywugs, the light glinting off their weapons. That's when he realized: the bolt wasn't aimed at Arugrios at all. Help had arrived!

"AIDEN WAITTTTTTTT!" Jatan shouted, knowing the spear was coming, knowing the words were too late even as they burst from his mouth. Sure enough, the air shimmered as Aiden moved, revealing his location as the spear slammed into the boar creature who collapsed to the ground as Aiden wrenched out the spear.

The first thing Jatan felt was dizziness. The world spun. Breaths came in rapid gulps, and he tried to swallow the lump in his throat as he realized what was being done: attacking the boar people was not justice. It was murder.

Jatan's attention was wrenched back to the fray as a crossbow bolt whistled past has ear. The shot was off, but clearly aimed for him. A glance towards the river revealed Argurios already deep in the fray, axe carving terror into the ranks of the bullywugs. Jatan heard Aiden's shout as Aiden charged forward to the half-orc's aid. But neither one had noticed the bullywug with the crossbow, sneaking around in the background.

Jatan's eyes locked on the blubbery frog, its skin a deep red laced with black patches, its yellow eyes directed downwards as it fumbled with a crossbow bolt, trying to reload. It was vulnerable.

It would have been easy to charge in had it not been for the rain and the muck. The mud clung to Jatan's toes like hands grasping at his feet, pulling him back, tripping him up. His approach was more a wade than a sprint, and when he closed in mere feet from his crossbow-wielding foe, he tripped, tumbling forward onto his hands and knees as the second crossbow bolt zinged by where he had stood only a minute before. A frantic glance upward revealed the red frog legs of the bullywug tensing, and it tossed the crossbow aside as it sprang atop Jatan. The two fumbled, splashing, a muddy mess desperate to win the upper hand.

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in mere moments that the fight had continued Argurios felt the change in the fight. Some of his wild attacks missed completely, and the toads attacked two at the time one from each side, both aiming for their own target. One would go low other high, one to extreme left the other to extreme right. Though the toads did little more damage in this way, they prevented Argurios from attacking and forcing him to be on defence. In one moment one of the toads cut Argurioss calf, as he twitched he slipped and fell down to one knee. In trying to not fall completely to the ground Argurios swung his axe and accidentally managed to cut one of the incoming toads in half. The other toad leapt into Argurios. Argurios left out a short sigh, there was no way to block or evade the incoming attack.

As the toad reached ARgruios its knife flickered towards his neck. To all surprise the knife did not cut, but just went through Argurios, the the toad turned into a pile of mud and dropped to the ground. Seeing this Argurios quickly jumped back to his feet. He was shocked he was still alive, seeing the knife that should end his life. Argurios thought for a moment and realised most of the toads were mud illusions. Which made sense why there was so many of them. But what he could not understand is how did the illusion not break when Brisa used her whistle. Also till now he had not noticed there was less bodies on the floor than, the amount he thought he killed.

"I've got your back!" Argurios heard Aidan say. Argruios just nodded and turned his back towards his friend. Truth to be told he believed Aidans arrival was a gift from the gods, but there was little time to debate it with his friend. The arrival of Aiden also stopped the fights momentum and again a short pause was given to fighting. "Be careful Aiden, some are mud illusions some are real, they are not the best fighters but they're small, fast and there's allot of them." Arguros gave the heads up to his friend while looking for the rest of his friends.

Jatan was fighting with a toad hand to hand, which was bad, for Jatan was alone and other toads were already going towards him. For the time being Brisa and the new companions seemed to be out of danger, though the toads were now coming from all sides into the camp, they made a small circle around the trio, and ,to what Argurios believed,gave no signs of attacking yet.

"We must go and help Jatan, i will push forward, making me unable to defend the rear, so its all on you if we get there or not." Argurios said, jut before the toads decided to attack again. He had no problem trusting his friend to protect his back, the half-orc was more worried his strength will give in till they reach Jatan. tightening the grip of his axe, He slammed it into the ground along with an incoming toad, turning he swung his right arm into another enemy, which turned into mud as it fell on the ground. He could see other jumping into him too but were intercepted by Aiden. Argurios grew more sure into himself, now as he had Aiden to cover him. Taking a deep breath he surged forward towards Jatan, without even a thought about his rear.

When the young girl came the boar man didn't even notice her arrive. Only once she offered to help, he registered her presence. But the boar man knew what was happening. In his time as a solider he saw many different wounds and ways to heal them. A wound this deep was always dangerous specially in a rain like this, when the wound would get infested and gangrene would step in to finish the person. The cold and humidity in the air would make breathing even harder then it would be otherwise. If the little child did not have some strong healing magic like a great spell or a strong potion. Even if the luck is on her side his niece will not make it pass next nightfall. His mind has forgiven the deed of a boy child who ambushed them. He was a boy after all, and together with his niece the boar man charged their camp like raiders, nothing else could have of happened.

The boar turned towards the newcomer. "Leave it be girl, unless you have a strong healing potion its useless. i respect your desire to help, but i have never seen anyone who would be able to heal such a wound at your age." As he spoke he gripped her hand. "I would advise you to go and help your friends. They will need it if you all want to survive. I should have out waited the storm." The last part he murmured and locked more like he was talking to himself rather to Brisa. The burden of guilt could be seen on his face, and all the fiery desire to live slowly doomed out in his heart.

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"Got it," Aiden said as the half orc delivered a deadly blow to another frog man and destroyed another mud double. Just then two more jumped out, looking to take advantage of the opening in Argurios's attacks. However, they didn't notice the grey shadow that blurring into view behind him. Out from around Argurios's large frame, Aiden drove the sharpened point of makeshift spear home while it was in midair. He then slammed the creature down to the ground so that he could get it off the spear. As it worked out, the other frog was just under where he slammed the impaled from into the ground, upon impact however, it splashed into nothing more than another mud double.

"These things are gonna keep coming until we can find out what is leading them, or at least making the blasted mud doubles!" he shouted as he and Argurios took out another couple on the way to Jatan.


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Age: 20? He isn't sure.

Race: Super Mutant

Sex: Male (?)

Skills: Construction, hand to hand/close range combat, basic first aid, cooking skills (oddly), able chess player

Personality: Guarded, loner, distrusting of most,  fearless in the face of danger, if someone can make friends with him, there is almost blind loyalty, to the point of taking offense to those who attack those he cares about.

Weapons & armor/clothing: Rook is a monster among men, standing at 8 foot 9 inches tall, he is rather intimidating. This is further compounded by the fact he wears hand made armor, welded steel plates, barbed wire wrapped bracers, and a helmet that covers most of his face, he looks closer to the knights of old, Pre-war holo tapes.

His weapon is out that era as well. He carries a hand made pike. Plate steel welded to a steel pipe that is filled with cement and wrapped with leather. Given his size and power, it's a wonder any dare to challenge him. His only ranged weapon is almost comical. A simple, well worn 10mm pistol, and no, he is far from a good shot. He saves it for if he cannot reach something at all.
(Previous) Occupation(s): Mercenary

Faction (Minutemen, Institute, BOS, Railroad, None. Etc): None

Backstory: One of the first FEV experiments by the Institute, Rook used to be a normal person. He doesn't recall where he was from, his name, or anything of that nature. He knew he enjoyed playing chess however, and has scattered memories of playing that with an old woman in blue.

When he was made, he was deemed a failure because of his refusal to take orders. They sent a corsair to end his life. This... did not go as planned, as Rook ripped his arms off and proceeded to beat the synth to death with them. He was eventually subdued, shot in the head, and dumped in the sewers.

The Institute, with all the power of their minds, had not realized just how resilient a Super Mutant could be. He awoke in the sewers, and fought his way free once more. He spent time healing, and learning more about his abilities.

His hide out was eventually attacked by Raiders. At first he planned to simply flee, but when he saw the slaves, the people being pushed around, he felt he had to do something. In the world's worst game of Hide and Seek, Rook made himself known. His massive physical strength made it easy to kill the first two, and acquire a weapon. A simple, elegant, deadly machete.

By the end of it, the raiders had been slain, and he opened the door to free the people... and they freaked out. He tried to explain his side, that he was not here to hurt them, but they remained unconvinced. When they escaped, they kept looking at him like he was a monster.

He went through the raiders items, cobbled together crude armor, collected the weapons, and set off, calling himself Rook. It just seemed to fit. He spent years slowly working up a reputation among the wastelanders, who never seemed to trust him, and he grew to hate that.

His most recent job had him guarding a caravan to Salem. The town was growing, and he didn't sign back on. Perhaps he could start a new here.

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Rook had not been shot at this far. So far, so good. He walked into town, still holding his white flag, and looked at the various buildings. There was... A lot of work that needed to be done here. When he had arrived at first, it was late, and he had not ventured very far away from his shack in the last week or so. It was not his place, and he had what he needed... But seeing this place, the terrible state it was in... He had resolved himself.

In his years, he had picked up a few skills here and there, perhaps he could put them to use here. While he was far from the best at things, being as strong as he was, he could carry things, help move heavy things, and generally help clean up. He knew some basics of black smithing as well, it's how he made parts of his armor, so there is that too. Nails and the like are always needed.

He had seen the ugliness of the Wastelands, and if he had his way, he was not going to let this place get swallowed up by it either. Stopping at a stall, he had seen it was long since abandoned. How many years ago did this settlement try to stand up only to falter and fall? He ran his hands over the well worn wood of the stand, it had a story to tell, one he wished to know, but that would come in time. Lifting back up his flag, he would look around. Was there a posted board for jobs? Was there a trader looking for someone to trade with? What was currently here?

At the moment, Rook just stood in the center of town, holding his white flag, bag of caps, and looking somewhat lost.

"You... Are not what I expected..." Barney Rook said, holding his rifle and looking at the Mutant. "But... You are not looking to be causing trouble... So as long as it stays that way, I think I can let you pass... But the Salem Volunteer Milita is always watching. Know that..."

"Rook will do as human says. Rook is seeking to trade, seeking to help. Rook wants home of his own. Does not like other Super Mutants. Does not like to hurt humans unless he has to." Rook said, holding his flag tightly. "Rook wants to help town, Rook wants to stay in Rook's Roost."

Barney looked confused, then realized the mutant was talking about itself. With a nod, Barney moved off, leaving Rook still wondering what he should do in order to start.

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Lorelei Jones - Outside the Jones Residence

Lorelei folded her arms and stared down the withered two-story home at the edge of the town. Barney had pointed her toward the various empty plots, and particularly recommended this one. She could see why. This house was a lonely one; a perfect fit for a gradual misanthrope like herself. It was nothing like the home she had lost, but it would do. She meandered over the door and opened it, the ruined wood porch creaking underneath her light steps.

This will need work. The place was a disaster. There were a few amenities, namely a leftover couch, broken television, a ruined kitchen, and a few armchairs, but the rest was disgusting. Trash and grime had built up just about everywhere she looked, and the paint that once resided within the house had been shed off by the walls that once wore it.

Lorelei gingerly tiptoed upstairs, carefully testing the ground for nails and dislodged pieces of wood. The second floor featured two bedrooms, a restroom, and what appeared to be some sort of office space. More old world furniture rested here. Both bedrooms were equipped with dusty old doublebeds and the office held a desk, pointed at the back window which faced the ocean.

This was an underrated amenity, Lorelei realized – the ocean rested directly behind her home. A weak, inconsistent fence sat between her house and the slight rocky outcropping which overlooked the water, but she had an unobstructed line of sight toward the ocean wherever she looked. She tossed her pack onto the bed and sat down, scanning the room for the work she would have to do. Nonsense. This would come later. For now, she had to introduce herself at least somewhat to the town, even if it meant standing around the square and watching the others talk.

Lorelei left the house and lazily strolled toward the square, where the local tenants darted to and fro, moving in their belongings and laying claim to the town. She looked up at the massive apartment structures and perused the various abandoned vendor stands in the center. She could imagine them filled with people, a town clutching to life. However, now was the time for them to lay down the bricks, to which she had little interest. She was at her best when she was wandering – the house would just be a formality.

After a few moments of standing at the edge of the square, Lorelei decided to sit on a park bench and watch the passersby as she cleaned the barrel of her rifle atop her lap.

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FRIEDA RICHTER -- entering Salem

First, it had been Highway 28. Then, 114. Ancient signs said she was heading southeast to Salem, MA, and she hoped for the best. It had been nearly 7 days since she crashed in the terrible rad storm she had neither predicted, nor plotted correctly.

She would be the first to reflect on the irony of one of the Enclave's best pilots being waylaid by a mere bout of bad weather. Frieda would also, for a moment, allow herself the luxury of admitting a lesser pilot would be dead, whereas she merely stepped out of the wreckage with scratches. She had become a little sloppy, as of late. The loss of her brother made for a terrible distraction. He had been one of the best at what he did, too, and yet the wasteland had won.

It would score another point from her, and soon, if she didn't find some water, work, and some more goddamn cigarettes.

She plodded on. She wouldn't let the wasteland claim her without a fight.

The general lack of population was confusing, to her. Frieda had been in the field several times but always had some inaccurate idea that the wasteland was just flooded with tribals and mutants. That had not been the case on her journey from the southern border of what had been New Hampshire, into Massachusetts. She passed a handful of homesteads, but none of the residents would give her the time of day, let alone the chance to earn some caps or trade. The rest of the buildings were in shambles, or just simply unoccupied.

Signs beckoning travellers to ancient tourist attractions in Salem began to pop up more frequently as she walked along. Frieda could only imagine that she were coming up to the place, and soon. Her skin felt greasy and dirty, not having had any real bath since she broke ranks, and the heaviness of how much she had taken for granted was starting to weigh on her, too. She shifted her knapsack uncomfortably, one of its straps snagging on a piece of armour she relieved from a corpse off the side of the road.

Disgusting. It's all disgusting.

She sniffed. Homesickness? This won't do. You'll survive this. You trained your whole life, for this.

In her brooding, she nearly missed the turnoff to enter Salem, almost tripping over the low, ruined fence outside the Museum of Witchcraft. She looked down the road and was impressed to see some signs of life: various figures moving between and around the buildings down the way. Glancing back to the south, the rear end of a caravan was shrinking into the scenery. Perhaps there was some hope, after all.

Frieda walked down the road, sand and gravel crunching underneath her boots. She noticed a woman sitting on the beach, drinking a soda and humming to herself. She raised an eyebrow but continued on. I'd rather avoid what looks like the village idiot. She passed the diner, but paid it little mind, though she noticed a tall man with dark hair and a moustache walk towards its entrance. She'd try the diner later, if the rest of the place seemed empty.

Frieda rounded the corner, and passed the ruined church to enter a town square, proper. She thought she saw someone at the back of the church, too, but on second glance, no one was there.

The town square was quaint, if anything. Ramshackle, and abandoned, trading stands stood proudly in the sun. It looked as though some giant child had placed them there as part of a play-village setting. Once the cute thought had passed, she sighed, heavily. A breeze echoed her, stirring up dust and debris at her feet, to blow down the pathway.

A figure in a touque was retreating past the back of the church -- but more importantly, they were chugging on a cigarette. Frieda's mouth practically started to water at the sight of it. I'm sure I've got something I could trade for a single smoke. "Hey!" she called, thrusting her left hand into the air and waving. "Hey, excuse me! Hold up!"

The figure she called to seemed not to hear a word she said. What did surprise her was what she had thought was an old tree turned around, instead.

Worse. A goddamn greenskin! Frieda's right hand dropped like a flash to her plasma pistol, popped it from her belt, and squeezed off a single round to land in the dirt next to the creature's feet by way of warning shot. "I don't know how you got into town without anyone noticing, but I'm giving you this single chance to get the hell out of here, before my next two shots take out your knees. Do I make myself clear?"

[Assistant]
The woman walking up was a nice sight. She was here to trade perhaps? Oh! Maybe she needed help with something and was going to ask... Or shoot at him... And yell. That was cool too. Rook frowned, looking at himself and then at her. He wasn't exactly trying to hide, and he had just gotten permission to be here. Why did he have to go now?

"Old man said Rook could be here! Rook is here to trade! Why lady shoot at Rook? What Rook do now?" He yelled, waving the white flag once. "Flag mean no shoot! Why lady shoot anyways? Does lady not know what flag means? Flag... White... No shoot at Rook."

He didn't move, like he was rooted to the ground and unwilling to budge. The old man with Reba came running fast around the corner, rifle raised towards Rook... Then saw he hadn't exactly moved in the moment he was gone. He had a puzzled expression before seeing the woman with the plasma pistol. Then it clicked.

"Woah! Ma'am! Relax. Rook here just got here. We here at Salem are all about giving people a chance. He has been living near by for about a week. While I don't trust Super Mutants usually, Rook here isn't looking to cause any trouble. I saw him in his armor on his way here, was worried for a while. Then he killed a Mirelurk king and claimed it's home for his own. Damned sight that was. Can we lower the guns and talk this out?"

"Yeah! Rook not do anything bad. Rook has caps to trade. And muscle to move things!" He said, as if rather proud of those two facts.


[System]
Age: 16
Appearance: Regina stands at about 5'4. Aside from her military uniform, she often wears a set of high quality clothes.
Bio/Summary: Regina is the daughter of Lord Peter Cormier, a famous commoner-turned-noble who has saved the life of an important person in the Empire. Having been granted a title of nobility, all that Peter has wanted to do was retire and set his kids up. However, political pressure from those who held disdain toward the former commoner forced him to show he was not part of the riff-raff anymore. Thus, both a militia under Lord Cormier and sending his daughter to Cadenza Military Academy were necessary, much to his annoyance.

Despite her father's attitude, Regina liked the idea of going somewhere new. A new opportunity to see the world was all it took to strike her fancy instead of staying back home with Lord Cormier. However, when she arrived at the academy her father's influence on her was apparent. She spoke differently than most of the nobles despite her mother, Selena Cormier, being one and teaching Regina the finer touches of nobility. This ultimately causes her to stand out to both commoners and nobles, as her mannerisms and style of dress stem from both influences, though her father's is more apparent. Even so Regina is usually nice to everyone but does not overdo it.
Vessel: Irregular's Life-While the vessel is in a dormant state, the vessel is a bracelet. When activated, the vessel turns into the form of a large sniper rifle, capable of firing at long distances with a total of 3 shots consecutively before needing a recharge, which requires at least one and a half minutes if not more of time. While not suitable for close quarters or short range by any means, it is effective at a distance.
Abilities:
Irregular Ambush-If an enemy does not know that Regina is there until the shot is fired, an explosion occurs upon impact of the bullet as well as increased penetrative power and stopping power.
Mark-Allows Regina to mark a target, tracking them with her own eyes even if they are hidden from view,
knowing exactly where they are until they are either out of the area, not a threat, Regina chooses another target, or Regina's vessel returns to a dormant state.
Equipment: Short-sword, Lord Cormier's survival hatchet, book, entrenching tool (when out in the field)
Trivia/Other: Regina is fairly rich, but does not like to show as such. Regina is also extremely knowledgeable about traps and laying them thanks to Lord Cormier's insistence. She has a soft spot for nature and furry animals.

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Regina heard the responses of her fellow cadets and couldn't help but frown in disappointment and adjusted her glasses. Battle experience or not, relying on such a flimsy plan with a low chance of success and relying specifically on the birds getting the right angle and height at the right time without any indication of some kind of contingency was not good in her book. Even less so when it showed that Gradon made a point of being "Imperial Cadets." In the end, it didn't matter. Imperial cadets or no, Princess of not, leader or not, their plan had a lot of holes in it. So much so, that Regina felt any other plan was better than this one. After all, her father told her that no plan ever survived contact with a hostile, or anything really.

However, before Regina could make any other arguments in her fearful state, she noticed Esther start to make her movements. Immediately, whatever reservations that Regina had were gone as well as any physical sign of fear. Instead, her mind went toward saving her comrade from the high-risk low-potential to work plan. Despite the rocs outside and the arguments of any of the cadets Regina bolted outside the door, sprinting past Althea who was near the door in what could be a dangerous speed for indoors. It was only thanks to her agility that she did not get hurt, but right now she only had one priority in mind even if anyone else didn't know it. On the way, she barely noticed Szeren firing her light crossbow at the Rocs.

She watched, sprinting, as Esther battled the Roc. Regina was not as quick as Esther with her wind magic, which was why she was behind. The battle ended with Esther on the ground and the Roc crashing into a nearby building. It would not be long before the Roc came back to its senses and further pestered them. She heard the sound of Rocs screeching and already knew that one of them found her and would either be swooping in for its skinny meal or about to be. On the other hand, the Roc on the ground needed to be taken down and this was the best time to do so. Regina made a snap decision to stop, aim down the sights of the rifle quickly and pull the trigger out in the open with a snapshot. The shot may not even connect with the downed Roc, but Regina was ready to meet her fate whether that was to keep running or to be in the stomach of a Roc.

[Assistant]
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World's End Strait

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Ires looked up when Regina manifested her disapproval of the plan. "I understand that each of us has different views and experiences. Trusting one another might not be so easy as well. But we cannot afford to be divided so easily," the Princess appealed to Regina as the others began to put the plan into practice. "Even if that's not the best option, that's a hardship we chose as a group," she pointed to the others as they already mobilized themselves to actualize her plan, "Are you with us or not?"

Ires noticed that some of the others also showed reluctance, or perhaps disdain, for their strategy, but the time was running short. They couldn't exactly get any more delays. "I hope everything goes as planned," she thought as she followed Gradon, right after another of the rocs swooped by.

Meanwhile, "Alright, now it's time to put this show on the road!" Viola said as she followed Tzi and Esther, taking care of their rearguard. The heavily armored girl seemed quite psyched up once they decided upon a plan and followed it to the best of her ability. Right on time too as another of the roc swooped by with its razor claws.

"Oh no, you won't!" Viola shouted as she rebuked it with her shield.

The roc was quite literally thrown off of its course, struggling to retain its flight, beating its wings in an ungraceful manner as it tried its best to not touch the ground. In the end, the bird managed to pull back, freeing the space for Esther to execute the Princess' maneuver.

Viola followed Esther to the tower and helped her prepare the rope. "Have you even hear about the Knights of Legends? I've always found it interesting but never thought I'd be on their place someday... kind of," she added while taking a hold of the rope, after all, they clearly couldn't trust the walls to hold it.

After Ires reached her destination, she waited for Gradon to come and take the other end of the rope along with her. As soon as they were done with this step, their plan relied only on Leblanc's ability to look like an appetizing treat to the gigantic birds. Which, she probably was quite capable of; what with her... physique, and outfit, and... "What, in the Goddess name, am I thinking at a time like this?"

[User]
Leblanc Farris
 [[ Location : World's End Straits]]

"Is this really the time for changing course?" Leblanc called out in blunt deadpan, brow twitching with an irritation gnawing at her adrenaline fueled enjoyment of hectic events. On the very cusp of letting loose without any need to pull her punches before a live audience and they just had to bicker about it. If Esther and others didn't go through their portion then she'd have been liable to throw her hands in the air and storm off.

Not that the Rocs had any intent of allowing the woman standing idle in the open any such opportunity, and it was not long at all before the Bait found a taker eager to sink it's talons into her exposed flesh.

"Incoming-" She erupted from the square with the avian menace altering its descent to pursue as her hands clutched the taut rope stretched overhead and spun herself end over end with her momentum. A glance to either side assured her that the more physically inclined were bolstering the support the structures with their own strength and she hoped her acrobatics wouldn't prove as distracting for them as the rapid movement would be to the approaching Roc. "Pardon me. Just baiting the line."

Seeing the Roc soon to strike Leblanc released the rope and shot herself skywards over the passing bird whose snapping beak found only empty air while a braided rope struck it's it's over-extended neck. Where it human, the rasping noises of a desperate desire for air may have actually done something to heighten Leblanc's blood lust, but alas this was the peak of her enjoyment. Twisting herself as though a screw, her feet faced the sky as her body drove downwards upon her prey, knife brandished to silence the ungainly caws with a blade shoved through it's eye and into the Roc's brain.

A waste of a perfectly good eye as a trophy, but there was still the twin to dig out if they so desired.

[Assistant]
TZI TI'AMTUM

Tzi Ti'amtum was having fun.

It wasn't really a rare occurrence, but the muscular young man thought that being dive bombed by giant birds (even if they were really just little bird tots and thus not big enough to really be a super giant bird) was a new and exciting enough thing that he just had to mention it. The islands didn't really have anything that huge to fight or hunt, and none of the blokes in the port towns would've gotten the chance to even see something bigger than a pelican. So being able to get a chance to not only see so many of them in flight, but to also fight them mano-a-mano so that his pals' plans could bear fruition, was something that got the blood pumping.

A bit distracting though, he had to admit to himself as he ducked underneath sweeping claws, awkwardly parrying the attack with his trident as blood rushed past his ears. He needed to step up his game. Otherwise they wouldn't be having dinner.

Right, just gotta aim for the wings ...

His trident glowed with power as the anchor detached once more, this time rocketing through the air with a loud bang as it stabbed into the left wing of an unfortunate, diving roc. Red splattered from the wound, but the anchor had successfully impaled itself into the flesh, and the magical chain was tangling up around the wing and into its meat and bones. Tzi grinned. That was one bird caught.

The tall youth pulled with considerable strength, swing his trident downwards in an attempt to pull it to the earth. Any other birds around it would find one of their brothers swinging towards them. He wasn't going to just pull one roc, not when he could try and bludgeon a few more of them on the way down.

He hoped birds could recognise the smell of their own blood. If it did, he'd successfully grab more of their attention.

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Toward the Princess earlier, Regina did not answer her with words. Instead, she took off when Esther made her move. Regina did not blame her comrades for following a terrible plan literally due to her being "elected leader," but she can certainly blame the Princess for being incompetent. Gradon was also to blame as well for even allowing such a plan to unfold as the second in command. Even if this particular plan worked, it'd be due to blind luck that it did, the fact that the Rocs were even stupider than she imagined, and it would still be a great indicator on how the Princess thought and operated. At the end of the day, it was Regina's responsibility to make sure the other parts of the plan were at least successful and to get her fellow cadets out of there alive, with the latter the biggest priority.

Which brought her to where she was now. Regina found the snapshot from her vessel hit its lucky mark, hitting the young adolescent Roc that crashed just moments ago in the chest. The shot went right through the Roc, creating a bloody mess as her vessel's magic hit hard, creating a decent sized hole. The shot did not end there, going all the way through the Roc's body and hitting several major locations throughout, including severing a few arteries and hitting the spine of the Roc. The Roc visibly went into shock on top of bleeding heavily, dying from the shock quicker than it could bleed out. A quick glance towards Tzi told her that Tzi also took one down before she started running.

Right as Regina started to run toward the direction of the church, another Roc screeched and attempted to grab Regina in its claws. It was only due to Regina being faster and the roc anticipated with it's inexperience and Regina herself running in a zig-zag pattern that saved her, though Regina felt a sharp rip of the fabric on her back and the Roc's talons barely miss grabbing her but instead cut her back. The pain was intense, but dulled by the adrenaline. "Gaaah!" Regina cried out in pain from the hit. The adrenaline-fueled cadet did not feel exactly how much she was bleeding, stumbling sideways for a moment and quickly regaining her balance as she ran into the church.

Upon reaching the church, Regina began to climb up to the top to get into position to shoot any rocs deciding to have Leblanc for lunch in order to prevent the cadets from realizing the failure of the princess's plans or at best the absolutely lucky and unlikely success of such a plan. She noted Esther but did not speak to her, only getting her position set up to snipe the Roc going for Leblanc. The pressure hit her in this. Her breathing became very ragged as she readied her rifle. To Regina, her failure to connect this shot would mean a life already potentially thrown away in an incompetent's plan. Failure, for Regina, was not an option.


[System]
Age: 16

Gender: Female

Appearance: Is... something the matter?

Arcana: II Priestess

Personality: Kotori is, by any standard, a quiet girl. She rarely speaks if not spoken to directly - and even when she does, she only does so in a soft voice. She isn't one to put herself forward and, in fact, actually prefers to keep her distance from others, making her a rather timid person. She is, however, rather diligent; always doing her utmost at any given task. Given her weak constitution, she dislikes most physical activities and, in fact, often sits out during P.E. She also seems quite conscious of people's eyes on her and quickly feels uncomfortable when that is the case.

Given these traits, Kotori is not exactly the most sociable person - though that doesn't really seem to bother her. Most of her free time she spends studying or helping her mother around the family flowerstore in the Warakuma Shopping District.

Equipment/Skills:
Weapon - Japanese Umbrella: A bamboo-and-paper umbrella.
Armour - School Uniform: The standard female Warakuma Highschool Uniform.
Accessory - Small Locket: A small heart-shaped pendant worn around the neck; kept in a pocket while at school.
Skills - Does well in her studies. Knows a large number of flowers by name. Quite capable at Flower Arrangement. Is strongly near-sighted. Low stamina.

Background: Kotori is the only child of the Shirohane familiy, who have lived in Warakuma for generations and are known for their flower shop in the Warakuma Shopping District - the shop is on the ground floor while the family home is on the floor above. Unfortunately, Kotori's father - a kind man who was never seen without a smile on his face - passed away in a car accident three years ago, leaving her mother to look after both the store and the child. Fortunately, Kotori was by no means a troublemaker - though after her father's death, she did become a lot more quiet and reserved. Though saddened by her husband's passing, Kotori's mother remains a cheerful person at heart and does her best to keep both the store going and watch over her daughter.

Apart from these things, Kotori's childhood had few other noteable events. She hasn't joined any clubs at Warakuma Highschool or actually made any real friends due to her nature, never being one to draw much attention. Furthermore, she isn't much of an athlete; quickly getting out of breath and has sat out during P.E. a number of times due to this already - though she doesn't feel all too bothered by this.

Persona: Kikuri-Hime

Appearance: Kikuri-Hime

Abilities:
Dia - Light Single-Target HP Recovery
Patra - Cure Single-Target Fear/Rage/Confusion ailment
Zio - Light Single-Target Electricity Damage
Strong against Electricity
Weak against Physical

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Matt- Sunday
Play of control F1-F2

The battle ended pretty easily after the barrage of attacks and Matt ran off with the group up a set of stairs that was obviously where they had to go. Of course at the end of the stairs things started getting weird.
"this shiz is gettin real weird" Matt commented as the analysis was done.
After hearing the weaknesses of the two near him Matt let out a grunt.
"damn it, its great and all that there's one i can burn but can someone else pick the one that seems to be eyeing me off?"
While he spoke Matt thought if it was worth the risk of hitting them both with fire or hitting the other one first hopefully reducing numbers.
"ahh fuck it KRESNIK" summoning his persona Matt prepared to attack "attack the one weak to fire AGILAO"

[Assistant]
Kotori Shirohane - Corporate War Zone: Floor 2 | Sunday

With an echoing bang, Rui and Alexei slammed the door shut as Sato and Kotori ran through; the former having arrived just moments ahead of them. As if the loud noise had drowned out everything else or perhaps even deafened them, Kotori only noticed the odd silence after several sharp breaths from the run up to the door. Furthermore, she was worried at first that the shadows might try to break through the door - but not a sound came from the other side or, for that matter, this one. Glancing about did not exactly serve to lift her mood however - instead, she saw that they had gone from a wide open battlefield to a somewhat dimly-lit prison complete with cells all along the walls.

Peering inside the cells, Kotori immediately feared that the shadows within might come out and attack them - but instead, they barely even roused themselves from their sullen demeanour as the group slowly started traversing the prison. The uncertainty of what to expect combined with the dreary grey that was all about them left Kotori nervously looking about - the fact that this place was rather sparse on lightning not at all helping her nervousness; to the point that she even started imagining faint sounds. However, when she realised that the others seemed to be looking around confusedly too, it became apparent that those faint noises - children's voices, on closer inspection - weren't just in her head. That, however, was not very reassuring; even if Rui gave to command to continue onwards.

Despite the rather creepy atmosphere though, nothing ever seemed to come of it - even as they arrived at a door leading into what looked like a large room. It was difficult to tell though, as there were no lights whatsoever illuminating it; only the barely-sufficient light of the hallways they were still in shone some clarity on the immediate entrace area. Taking a deep breath and stopping her hands from nervously fiddling as she clutched them to her chest, Kotori followed the others into the room - after all, there was no other way forward, no matter how little she liked the look of it.

She almost jumped in frightened surprise when the lights flickered to life with a loud clacking sounds - and again when she saw the huge figure standing in the middle of the room. Clad in black-and-white striped prison wear and enormous handcuffs binding it, it was certainly fit its surroundings - but there was no time to think what it might mean as the creature did not take kindly to its surprise visitors and immediately started to charge at the group. Kotori hastily ducked and ran aside as did everyone else - before a thunderous boom echoed throughout the room as the giant collided with the wall; unable to correct its path or come to a stop with the hindrances that were its cuffs. The impact was so great, Kotori could even feel it - though she wasn't certain if it was the sound resonating or the floor had actually shook a little. Either way though, that was not an attack she wanted to get caught in - or anyone else, for that matter.

"Kikuri-Hime," Kotori called even as she ran in the opposite direction of this giant - she didn't want to stay too close to it after seeing its destructive strength after all. Rui called for Ayano to begin her scan whilst Sato used the brief moment the giant needed to recover from its own attack to loose an arrow at it - Kotori however hesitated to attack; first checking to see that everyone else was still in good condition whilst keeping a nervous eye out for any attacks from the enormous shadow prisoner.

[User]
Mako Moritomi//Shinza Shopping Square
Sunday, June 21, 2015

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As Mako browsed the shelves, he caught a glance of movement out of the corner of his eye. He turned to see a girl with black hair, with bangs that hung down in her eyes, was looking at him strangely. He raised an eyebrow, which only raised higher when the girl flinched at something, then began walking briskly away, book clutched in her hands desperately, like she was afraid he- or someone- might steal it from her. Mako blinked, momentarily confused. Did he offend her in some way? Had they met before, perhaps, and he had demonstrated a remarkable lack of tact or something? Maybe she was just shy?

Hmm. She seems familiar, somehow. I just can't place where from. Mako wandered after the girl, who was making a beeline for the cashier. Unfortunately, it seemed the register was temporarily unattended- the cashier must have stepped in the back or something. Mako shrugged internally, walking over to the girl, clearing his throat to announce his presence.

"Excuse me. I, ah, couldn't help but notice you seemed... disconcerted. Are you all right?" he asked tentatively.

[Assistant]
Ayano Wakahisa: Corporate War Zone
18/6/2015, Thursday

Ayano's eyes lit up when she saw the overflow of soldiers rushed in on to the party with guns blazing, if the rest of the party weren't in any life-threatening danger right now, it'd be just like watching an action movie. Casting her thoughts aside, she was glad to see that Rui and the others were able to pave a path with brute force and eventually made their way to the door. As they entered, the girl's screen was immediately greeted by a slate gray color, it looked unimaginative to say the least. The color almost made her feel dull and lifeless just by looking at her screens, the cells in the area made it clear as to what area they were in right now; a prison. She wouldn't be surprised if the words she were hearing prisoners or just mad ravings of the owner of this dungeon, but who or WHAT was crying in the distance?

The brunette nodded at the leader's orders, keeping an open eye on all of her screens just in case the prisoners decide to pile-on them this time or some sort of Silent Hill-esque abomination decides to make itself welcome to the group. As they traversed the prison, there were numerous Shadow Soldiers that just looked sad and frightened, and for a moment the girl couldn't believe that of all the things to make her feel sad it was a shadow. That sadness came to an end with anxiety overcame her when a cell labelled with "Solitary" was met by the party, beyond the door Ayano could feel a presence, one that was filled with malice and power...She wasn't sure if it was THE shadow already but judging from their time in the dungeon, it would be a far cry from it. When the door opened, the only thing that Ayano's screens picked up were pitch black. For a moment she thinks that it was an error or fault of her Persona, but no, it was something more terrible than that...

The lights flickered on to reveal towering shadow in the usual prison wear, similar to the ones they saw before. Despite its restrained state she could feel that this thing was not to be underestimated. With Rui giving orders, Ayano quickly began to scan the giant, tapping her keys
One of her screens showed the back of the giant, a red reticle pointing directly at it and beeping. Her left screen displayed that it was the glaring weak point of the monster, but how can the party strike it when it keeps darting and weaving? She looked back at the center screen, clicking at the image of the shadow and analyzing it carefully, the girl noticed a distinct key that could be struck and the loose shackles of the boss. With a grin, Ayano immediately relayed the information to the party.

"The giant's weak point is its back. It's moving a lot so I think you should restrain it with its own shackles! I'm not sure about the key though..."

[User]
Corporate War Zone - Solitary
21/6/2015 Sunday

The battle progressed with a stalemate for awhile, but soon as Ayano's scan was done, what they were seeing made more sense. The key was... Well, the key. It looked a little loose, but with a few hits it might lock the restraints. It was a pretty strange kind of handcuff honestly, but it looks like it worked like that.

"I'll strike the key, the rest of you focus your attack on it's back", he ordered. With that he darted in first, with a Sukukaja, letting him swiftly dodge it's next unfocused attack, and position himself by the key. At that point he let out a barrage of attacks alternating between his own blade and Askr, before jumping again, and plunging down with his Persona's attack, Mighty Swing.

The shadow heaved and then fell, suddenly unable to properly move. It seems those restraints were connected to it's legs too, but as it fell, it began to struggle, and the key began to fiddle around.

"Quick! It looks like it might free itself if we take too long!"

Play of Control - Stage
21/6/2015 Sunday

Akane's attack did a fair bit of damage, but no elemental attack meant it stayed on it's feet. Despite how strong Vile Assault was, it wasn't enough to do any significant damage. She was going to need to follow up with someone who had struck a weakness. Meanwhile, Matthew managed to repel the dancer and cause it to fall to the ground, putting him in position to pummel it again.

Kazuki had successfully figured out the one weak to lightning and began work on it, on the other hand Noboru's attacks were missing, before he was suddenly hit by a bolt of lightning and forced on his back foot.

This seems to be a fairly simple fight, but should they focus one at a time? Or continue the way they are...? Kazuki seemed too focused to give any kind of order like that, however the shadow he was focusing was sufferring, and would soon shortly be destroyed.

[Assistant]
Kotori Shirohane - Corporate War Zone: Floor 2, Solitary | Sunday

Another thunderous crash caused yet more clouds of dust to fall from the ceiling above as the giant shadow rushed down one of the group; only for them to dodge aside at the last moment. Luckily, no one had actually taken such an attack head-on, but Kotori feared that if the fight dragged on ever longer, the fatigue would leave someone to slip up eventually - a prospect she was not very eager to see the results of. This was not exactly aided by the fact that she shadow seemed to be mostly shrugging off their attacks without much sign of wavering, as befit something of its size - at least until Ayano's voice telepathically reached them; her scans having finally detected their opponent's weakpoints.

Rui immediately put himself forward to take care of the literal key component of this fight whilst everyone else should ready themselves to exploit the opening thereafter. Though she thought that deliberately putting oneself in the path of this giant did not exactly sound very healthy, it seemed the only way - and just in case things didn't go to plan, she kept herself and Kikuri-Hime ready to cast a healing spell should the need arise. Luckily though, Rui managed to slip out of the way of the charging shadow and instead bring himself into a prime position to strike at the key. Between the strikes of both him and Askr, the key was driven into the shackles; causing the shadow to briefly tense up as the restraints tightened around its arms and legs before falling forward with yet another crash.

Rui barely even needed to call out for the rest to press their advantage before a barrage of attacks was loosed upon the prone giant as Alexei, Sato and Kotori all turned their focus on it. "Kikuri-Hime," Kotori called as she extended one arm toward the exposed back of the creature. A bright flash and roaring thundercrack immediately followed her next word as she cast what offensive magic she had: "Zionga." But despite the evident increase in strength compared to Kikuri-Hime's initial offensive capabilities, she still remained worried whether it would really be enough to put down the giant for good; readying herself to either heal any would-be retaliation or quickly vacate the path of yet another charging attack.