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* Age:19
* Gender: Female
* Race: Human
* Appearance:
She usually favours elegant dresses and hair decorations when as a civilian. She's 5'6'' and she has a toned but curved figure under the armor.
* Personality: Sult likes to project an aura of sophistication and erudiction around her, talking in obscure terms and taking each task with grace and effectiveness, displaying confidence and wariness at equal parts. Pff, as if. In truth, Sult only keeps a civil, graceful appearance, because it makes people to lower the guards around her. A mover and a shaker, she spares no chance to twist and bend rules and decorum in often strange, and amusing ways. A trickster at heart, she often questions the ways of the world as they were. However, deep down, her inquisitive nature goes beyond her mere self-amusement in rogue antics, and a genuine care to learn and discern the truths of the world is apparent. While not the first, nor the quickest knight to defend the weak and the innocent, Sult's heart is in the right place when it comes down to it. Innocents and weak people should be protected and helped, rules be damned.
* Brief Backstory: Sult is the third daughter of a renowned aristocrat family with ties to the Reonite clergy in Thain, the August House of the Sunfield, which has produced many fine warriors, paladins and priestesses. Sult was suppossed to be one of the latter, and she was strictly groomed as an erudite and an example of virtue and charisma... which prompted a huge rebellious streak in the young child who would waste no chance in crossing lines and limits, all for the sake of breaking the monotony. Even though she was by no means unskilled nor dull (more like the opposite), she rarely found joy in being told to recite and drone dusty old books, and wished for a more hands on approach.

Of course, spiking the wine of the High Priestesses with some distilled spirits was a bit too much to evaluate the effects of inebriation on people's character.

Sult became a blight, a stain to her family's name after she was unceremonously expelled from the congregation she attended to, so they decided to play their next card. Token in a political marriage, hoping that the miracle of love could tame the little mischievous but comely missy. Fools. Sult's mischievousness only increased, as she often made possible prospects jump through hoops only to reject them and laugh at their faces. It eventually backfired, though, and Sult was poisoned by a scorned pretender, finding herself in the gates of death. Sult had an epiphany in her dire situation, and she made a promise to become a better person should she survive.

Of course, Sult's decision to enter the Iron Rose Order was met in equal parts with surprise and suspicion. Her mischievous past and the omen of being born under a new moon (and thus the antithesis of the order's founder and successive captains) came to bit her in the back, and she almost didn't make it, but eventually her flawless apellation and the old name of her family earned her a spot in the order. (That and clubbing some poor fella's face with the hilt of her sword in a duel.)

Nowadays, Sult is still the same mischief maker as ever, but hey, she tries and serves the order defending the weak. She admits she had expected the order to have more pretty boys to play, but girls aren't a bad alternative option. She purposefully endorses and follows the current captain of the order because, let's face it, a sixteen year old ordering seasones veterans is downright hilarious.
* Equipment: She wears a fine ornate plate, as well as a arming sword. She is sensible to carry her shield to battles, but otherwise finds it to be rather cumbersome. Plus, the color isn't exactly matching. She also carries a first aid pouch whenever she goes. She also keeps a dagger at her hip. Because a sword isn't a handy tool nor backup weapon.
* Skills:While Sult can pass off as a decent knight trained in sword and shield fighting, horseriding and archery, she doesn't know much more besides the average and basics. Sult is however deftly skilled in reading people's intentions and overall persuasion, which she uses to great effect to bluff all she wants when she wants. Just don't ask her to dance and sing. (She is tonedeaf!). Where it does really shine, however is in gathering knowledge. Sult is heavily cultured in Reonite theology and rites, History of the world and Military Strategy. Most important, she has honed her healing and herbalism skills in order to avoid being poisoned to death a second time, so she's a good thing to have around when you're bleeding. Even thought she hides it and is reluctant to do so, Sult is able to perform some Reonite priestess magic, like imposing hands to cure wounds, and create wards with the power of Reon. She can even coat her sword in divine fire, but the execution is very draining and causes all sorts of side effects like bloody noses, dizzyness and overall fatigue.

* Name:Sir Nero Sunfield
* Age:19
* Gender: Female
* Race: Human
* Appearance: 5'6"(5'8" in her armor), Nero bears a striking resemblance to her baby twin sister, and it is indistiguishable from Sult, besides her shorter, cropped hair (which was later proven an illusion of the armor). She wears a dreadful all black armor in battle, carved with a sun motif which has a black raven in the center, which disguises her gender.
* Personality: Nero, very much like her twin sister, is rather tricky in her ways and loves to play with people and the status quo. Unlike her sister, however, Nero has a clear drive beneath her tricky and clever nature, and she never makes a move without considering the implications and benefits. Ridden with an abysmal sense of inferiority as she struggled to match the path set forth by her overachiever family, and deeply resenting the squandered talent of her baby sister, deep down Nero is very cynical and bitter. She thinks the entire world is his enemy or pawn, and acts accordingly. However, people who have known Nero since her youth, notice that she is perhaps influenced by something darker.
* Brief Backstory:Nero, very much like her sister, was born the baby of the bunch among her siblings. Being the offspring of the second spouse of Lord Sunfield, Lady Irene Delacroix, Nero always felt rather unimportant and at sometimes mocked by their elder brothers and sisters. She actually took no small pride in her sister's selection and grooming for a priestess, knowing full well it could improve her status in the family by proxy, but unlike her, Sult was actually more interested into foolery than gaining personal status among the family. Feeling betrayed by one of the closest people to her in her entire family, Nero's mood quickly darkened as she watched the lackadaisical jester of her sister trounce every single plan set before her. Instead of helping her rise in status, she did the exact opposite thing. At this point, Nero turned to her own personal growth and training more ferouciously than ever.

After, who else would help her advance if her dear twin sister refused to even do so?

However it was soon clear that if he were to reach her fathers and sisters, she would need to eschew the usual knighting routes and ordinary warfare (going so far as to disguise her gender to not be compared to her sister), and her eyes turned to other ventures: Punitive expeditions. Monster slaying. Orc Tribe culling. Nero would each time answer the call to bring her blade to the darkest corners of the kingdoms, going whenever others would refuse to set foot.

On one of her expeditions, her party got ambushed by the reanimated remains of long forgotten creatures and warriors. The battle against the Barrow Men nearly killed her, but she emerged victorious, the only survivor of her entire expedition, after awakening her magical powers and donning a cursed armor. Her newfound power granted her confidence. Nothing was too dangerous or gruesome, as long as fortune and glory were to be had. The entire world was her battlefield, and it was her enemy as well. She rose in rank, by being the toughest, meanest of her fellows. Eventually, her exploits did not go unnoticed by his family or Thaln, and she was knighted in a fastous ceremony and granted the right to have her own score of troops, the Knights of the Raven.

It was then when she caught word that her little sister had eventually joined the Iron Rose Knights...
* Equipment:

Nero wears a black-painted full plate, with the only identifiable markings being a raven overimposed a sun in the chest.The armor is itself a long-forgotten demonic artifact that feeds on her magic power and gives her unparallel might and skill with knightly weapons. She sports a hand-and-half bastard sword in combat, and she has a shield with the same Sun Raven sigil. However, Nero has three knives hidden in her shield and waist, as a surprise weapon. She also sports a Simple recurve bow in the back.
* Skills:

Knight Training: Nero is able to use all knightly weapons with a certain degree of skill, like swords, lances, and bows. She can also use a shield and ride on horse sufficiently well enough. She is also versed in using knives. The powers of the demonic armor augment her strength and the speed, thus making her appear a master swordsman (in appearance and skill).

Martial Arts (Assasination): Sometimes, even the most virtuous knight has to drop all pretenses and just focus on straight-up killing a target in the most efficient way. Nero actually learned assasination skills from less-than-reputable peers which allow her to kill targets only using his body as weapon. Needless to say, Nero doesn't like to show up this skill in front of witness and reputable duels. Nero is also versed in employing poisons.

Magic: Nero, like her twin sister, has talent for holy and healing magic, although it remains largely untrained. It is what enables her to use the demonic item proficiently.

Cultured Strategist: Nero is well versed in History, and Martial Strategies. She also knows the importance of morale and charisma when leading troops.

Acting: Very much like Sult, Nero is good at feigning emotions and spinning lies. Hilariously enough, she shares her lack of rythm and tone-deaf skill when it comes to dancing and singing.

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"Well, that's good to know that you got a gist of things. You guys don't seem to need me for anything...and um have fun with your large hound friend. If you guys need me, I'll be out in the training fields, got a few things to test out and train a bit."

Pholus heads out rather quickly and doesn't seem to enjoy the presence large beast in the room. He didn't really trust it and had a strange feeling it would end up really bad. The problem is that he didn't enjoy wasting resources on a fight like this, so he was going to leave it to the others to deal with it. Heading out while seeming to pull certain switches on his metal gauntlet...going out with a rather strange smirk as he passes by the large beast.

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Sir Tyaethe Radistirin

Whilst others might be tired by the day's exertions, Tyaethe was back in full form on the way back. Her blade was hefted to catch what moonlight it could and begin the process of regenerating its broken tip and, internally, the paladin groused at how the interrupted assassination attempt made her dressing neatly for naught: there hadn't even been time to get a good meal at the ball. The ball that, hopefully, nobles would now be allowed to exit when reports of the Knights' success got back to them.

That ought to silence the doubters about Fanilly's ability to serve as a captain.

There wasn't time to get away and to her room before something entirely unexpected happened: Merilia, floating in the air behind some... was that an Alphiine? No, it couldn't be, and she'd met a few dignitaries from Akitsushima in her lifetime--enough to recognise the outfits. Not that she'd seen a rabbit from there from there, either.

The rabbit was a minor point compared to the witch. There were a lot of things that she wanted to say and wanted to ask... but... just a projection. From further away than ever before, but she recognised the signs from campaigns in the past, when the knights had split up. Half of what she wanted to ask was pointless without the small girl actually being here.

"Captain, if Merilia sent her then she should be safe. If she wanted to cause real problems, she would come here in person," the white-haired girl said, turning on one foot for the stairs. It was time to get her armour on; she felt even more exposed with that one watching.

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The journey back to Caldaeln was done in silence. Nero Sunfield clung to the cape that had been ceded by her followers, as she bitterly remembered with each jolt of the horse her otherwise lack of clothing. She was dirty, tired, and her longstanding armor was gone. Not too far beyond, the trio of siblings followed her in silence. Even Mariah was too tired to talk.

It was supposed to be a public image move, and yet the entire order was reeling from the blow. Nothing good had come from the association with the Roses, she thought bitterly. And a duel awaited in Caldaeln. From her own sister, who was escorting them, side by side. The image of the front gate made her frown?

Now a giant wolf beast? Really? Nero cursed under her breath, she was getting too tired of everything. Raising her hand, she indicated her men to return.

"You are to return to our base. Inform Sir Rinaldo to take command as he sees fit. I've got a couple of things pending with the Roses."

"But I wanna see the doggy!" was Mariah's weak reply, but she eventually conceded, as her two brothers carted her away.

Sult snorted, as she looked at the ragged figure of her sister, dismounting as she did. She then scoffed, and went ahead, following the footsteps of the captain.

"Well?" was Nero's answer. "You don't expect me to go to said duel naked and dirty, do you?" She taunted as she stood there, battered and naked, but still defiant.

"Okay. Come with me. We'll use the back entrance. And I'll lend you one pair of clothes. But no more." She quipped back, as she took the hand of her own sister and led her away from the prying eyes of people. Despite everything, and every strife, she could only feel the hand of her own sister as warm and gentle to the touch.

Maybe this... could've been avoided. Maybe she should've done many other things she was regretting. This whole thing seemed to be rather pointless. But it had to be done. She led her own elder sister through a side entrance, away from prying eyes. Right into the baths. Both could use one. Even despite the hostilities.

When was the last time they had one together? She couldn't remember. But there they were. Even though, the atmosphere was so tense it could snap. There was no turning back. Both sisters stared eachother as they took opposing sides of the facility. Rest now. Strife tomorrow.


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Age: 24

Appearance:

Profession: Lion tamer

Bio: Claire was abandoned on the doorstep of an orphanage at a young age, but ended up running away with a friend of hers when she was 8, because she hated living there. The two joined the circus who'd arrived in town and was allowed to travel with the circus as long as they made themselves useful. Claire was amazed by all the animals at the circus, but especially the lions and the tigers. She became the apprentice of the current lion tamer and learned everything from him. In time, he left the circus to settle down and start a family, by then Claire had to take over as the circus' lion tamer. She's got some horrifying scars on her arms and legs, but that was from when she was careless and inexperienced. She smells like one of the big cats herself most of the time, and she's recognized as one of them by now.

Name: Elena Dragomirov

Age: 47

Appearance:

Profession: Circus director/Magician

Bio: Elena is russian and took over the circus about ten years ago. She used to be the circus magician before that. There's not a lot more known about her. There's rumours that her magic is more than just tricks and illusions.

Name: Solomon

Age: 6

Appearance:

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Claire had only meant to take a quick nap where no one would find her, but as she woke up she realized it was early morning. The sky was turning light grey outside of the cage, and through the bars she could see the movements of shadows and silhouettes. The workers of the circus must be up early to prepare for the first show tonight. They'd arrived outside of London yesterday afternoon, and there had been a lot of work for everyone, like it always was when they arrived in a large city.

She ran her hand through her mess of a hair, picking a few straws of hay out of it. It was easy to sleep in Solomon's cage, since he enjoyed the company and got more hay to sleep on than her other cats. He was rather rare as a white tiger, so he was treated as a king by most.

"Oh bother, why did I wake up this early…" Claire mumbled to herself, rolled over on her side to try and find a more comfortable position to sleep in.

She came face to face with the white tiger in the cage. He observed her for a moment, then opened his mouth and yawned. Claire pushed his mouth away from her when she felt the stench of his morning breath.

"What did you eat kid, you stink." Claire laughed, and petted his back. He leaned into her and purred loudly.

The circus had bought Solomon when he was just a small cub. He'd likely been taken from his family in the wild by hunters or poachers. He'd been scared at first, often crying out in the middle of the night for someone who would never be there for him again. Claire had recognized herself in him, and as she was the lion tamer she'd let him stay with her in her wagon. In time, he got too big to live with her though, so he moved to his own cage. He didn't like it much at first. He became anxious when Claire wasn't around. She was the only one who he thought of as family, so she'd visited him as much as possible until he got used to life with the circus.

Claire loved all of her big cats. The lions, the tigers and the panther, but Solomon was special because he was her little kid whom she'd raised. He was as large as any of the others now, but she still thought of him like that.

She considered getting out of the cage before someone did find her, but the thought soon passed when she fell asleep again.

Elena Dragomirov was the proud manager of the Wanderlust Circus. One of the biggest traveling circuses anyone had heard of. She usually woke up early to prepare for the night's performance, but today she'd barely been able to sleep. Once she noticed that night was turning into day she put the book that had disturbed her sleep down on the desk in front of her, and sighed.

It was time to make sure everyone else was doing what they were supposed to be doing, whether they wanted too or not. Some were late sleepers and some were just plain lazy, but she couldn't have that on a first day performance in a city like London. That simply would not do, not for her circus. She had a reputation to uphold, so she got dressed in something warm, made and ate breakfast alone, then stepped outside to deal with whatever problems had already reared their ugly heads.

"Dobroe utro." She shouted loudly to no one in particular. It was a kind of alarm, and something she said every morning. Anyone who dared to sleep past the initial warning that their boss was awake might come to regret it.

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The rising sun peeked through the shutters of the wooden wagon, falling upon the face of the brunette who lie tangled in the sheets from the previous night's sleep. Her eyes opened slowly and she squinted against the bright rays that invaded her living space, placing a hand up to block the blinding light from her face. She slowly sat up and stretched, yawning as she did so.

Kathryn sleepily stood and stretched again, grumbling and rubbing her eyes. She lazily lit a flame of a lantern and placed a pot of water over it, placing tea leaves in to steep. As she waited for the warm liquid to boil, she walked to her closet and retrieved her clothes for the day, placing on a red top with worn brown trousers and black boots to finish it off.

She poured herself a cup of tea and slowly sipped on the bitter liquid as she looked out her window. As she finished off her first cup, she heard the call from the boss, signaling that it was time to begin the day. Kathryn walked over and opened up a chest that sat in her floor, pulling from it a holster and a set of shining knives. She placed the holster over her head and fingered the sharp blades before placing them along her side. The blades were decorated with intricate Celtic knotting and shone like brand new silver from the blacksmith.

As she walked outside, she took in a deep breath of cool English air and smiled to herself. She walked past the wagons that housed the traveling circus members to one very familiar to her. Stepping inside, she grinned. "Good morn---" Her face turned to a blank as she discovered her companion was not in her room. Well, she isn't one to rise early...

Kathryn raised an eyebrow and closed the door to the wagon, walking past her next stop and banging on the door. "Elijah, I hope you're decent." She poked her head in and saw the young man sitting inside sipping on a cup of tea also.

"Calm down, Katie. I'm up."

She grinned and gave him a wave, "Alright, I'll see you at the practice ring then in twenty minutes. Don't be late."

He laughed lightly and waved her off, sipping again on his tea and gathering his things for the day.

Kathryn walked over towards the big cat enclosures, taking care not to make too much noise as she moved through. She made her way to Solomon's cage and peered inside. There she found Claire, cuddled up with the giant tiger in slumber.

"Claire... Claire...!" She whispered. She noticed the big cat eyeing her, and from her pocket she pulled out a piece of jerky and slipped it to him. "Easy now, boy." After her friend had stirred, she gathered an apple from her satchel at her side, and held it up at her.

"Good morning sunshine, time to get to work." She grinned wide and tossed the apple at her, placing a hand on her hip after she threw it.

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Claire woke up too soon again when she thought she heard someone calling her name. She could feel Solomon moving next to her, and sat up to check what he was doing. Claire was greeted with a good morning by her best human friend. She caught the apple that Kate had thrown to her. She must have given Solomon something to eat as well, because he was chewing on it.

"Oi, don't you know not to feed the wild animals?" Claire asked then bit into the apple. "What if it develops a craving?" She stood up; a bit unsteady on her feet and stiff after sleeping where she'd slept. "It could try to break out of its cage just to find more." She undid the lock on the cage from within, and stepped outside next to Kate. "What would you do then?" Claire took another bite of the apple and grinned with her mouth full. Solomon stretched in his cage, noticing that the door was open and lay back down to sleep. "Oh, and there's Solomon too."

"Thank you for waking me." She said with a sly smile, and to show how much she appreciated being awakened early in the morning she pulled Kate into a tight hug. Claire rubbed her cheek against Kate much like a cat would. She mostly did it to tease her friend, because she knew she smelled even more like a tiger than usual, both the smell and the hay she had on herself would be on Kate too now. "It's such a nice gesture."
Claire locked Solomon's cage back up after she'd hugged Kate. She felt a pain run through her right shoulder, an old scar that still made itself known every now and then. She gritted her teeth, and didn't move for a moment.

"Well, I better go clean myself up, not that it usually helps for long. If at all."

Some would say she'd adopted too many of the characteristics of her cats. Elena in particular didn't like her tendency to sleep as much as they did if she wasn't given any tasks to do. However, she also had the constant smell of tiger or lion in her clothes. At least she hadn't given up being human completely yet, which was what mattered in her opinion. If she felt like it she could probably have escaped with her kittens and lived happily in a jungle. That was a silly dream, and she'd miss some things with human society, like Kate and the food.

"What are you gonna do now?" She grinned. "Train with your manly assistant, I bet." Claire stretched her arms above her head. "Thankfully, I'm
so experienced and respected with my feline assistants that I barely need practice."

That was just bragging, because they'd always find some way to mess with her carefully planned routine unless she kept them in line with regular practices. Elena had been furious with her once after she'd been too laid back, and it's resulted in a disorganized performance.

Once Elena had made sure everyone was either up or had been notified that if they weren't up in the next half hour they'd need to find a new job, she returned to her own wagon. She needed practice herself. She wanted to make sure that the show tonight would be unforgettable to everyone attending.

She would check on the performers later the same day, but they should already know the schedule and order, so there wasn't much she needed to do for now. Elena soon found herself distracted by her book.


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Age: 25

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Appearance:

Unmasked. Fully Armored. Fleuri stands 5'10'' without his armor.

Personality:
The Jodeau family is known for its devotion to Reon, and originally, Fleuri was no exception. Tutored by priestesses and paladins, he was brought up to be honorable, selfless, and devoted. During his time as a tournament competitor, he cast many of these values off, becoming proud, materialistic and glory-seeking, desiring above all else to obtain the fame and wealth that his family no longer possessed. After being humbled by his near-death experience, he has returned to his old ways as a faithful worshiper of the sun goddess, along with a few pangs of guilt of having fallen so far. He still craves the thrill of tournament combat, and would not be above participating to aid the church again, but for now, he has more important duties.

Those who have met him can attest that Fleuri is a man of action. He is hot-blooded and quick to act or speak, but not necessarily foolish or impulsive- his experience fighting in tournaments taught him the importance of quick thinking and decisive action when windows of opportunity appear. When he speaks, he never makes claims he cannot back up and never makes promises that he does not believe he can keep.

Brief Backstory:
The Jodeau family is a once powerful, now minor noble family in northern Thaln. Over a century ago, its head at the time, Armand Jodeau, dedicated himself and his house wholly to Reon. As proof of his devotion, he gave most of his family's then-considerable land to the serfs that worked them, both to prove his lack of materialism and to demonstrate his devotion to the church's opposition to slavery. Armand would go on to serve a Paladin of Reon and later an Iron Rose Knight before embarking on a quest which he never returned from. Ever since then, the Jodeau family has remained close to the Church of Reon, both to honor Armand and because in their impoverished state, they have become reliant on the charity of the church.

Fleuri was the second child of the Jodeau family and was thus groomed to become a knight. His family had little in terms of wealth or holdings, but the church provided that which his family could not. Consequently, Fleuri received an education from Reonite priestesses and was trained in knightly combat by Reonite paladins. While the rebellion raged, Fleuri served as the squire of a paladin of Reon, battling necromancers that sought to capitalize on the bloodshed and death. As noble as it was, he was frustrated by the unsung nature of their behind-the-scenes quest while others were gaining fame and prestige on the battlefield. When he was knighted, shortly after the end of Phoran Cal's rebellion, he set out into the world to serve as a knight-errant, spreading the word of Reon.

During his travels, he began entering the tournaments in the lands he passed through, where, with many of Thaln's knights dead or disgraced as a result of the war, there was a shortage of contenders. Utilizing the training he had received from the Reonite paladins, Fleuri proved himself a capable tournament fighter, and as time went on, he became increasingly successful on the tourney grounds. At the same time however, he began to drift from his original purpose and turned his mind to fame and wealth. He stopped aiding those he passed, and began planning his journeys solely for the purpose of competing in tourneys.

While traveling to one such competition, he fell deathly ill from a fever and sought aid from the Church. As he laid there, tended to by the priestesses, all he could think about was how he had fallen from his path, more concerned with gold and glory than helping others, and now faced the prospect of dying before he could make amends and correct his mistakes. When he recovered, he attributed it to the will of the goddesses. He renewed his vows and vigil at the church, rededicating himself to fighting evil and aiding the innocent. Fleuri may not have died, but he was reborn.

During the next tournament, he fought harder than he ever had before, and when the dust settled, he was the last man standing in the infantry melee. Hailed as a champion, and standing on the precipice of fame and glory, he proved himself a changed man when he donated the prize to the church and soon afterward petitioned to join the Iron Rose Knights, following in his ancestor's footsteps. Since ending his tournament career, Fleuri has served the order faithfully.

Equipment:
Fleuri owns two suits of armor. The first is the suit he started out with and is normally seen wearing. It was originally a tarnished, battered hand-me-down, but he has added onto and improved it until very little of the original armor remains. The second is his tournament attire, a heavier and more protective suit that bears the livery of the Reonite church, rarely used outside of competitions. His primary weapon is a two-handed sword, his preference for which he picked up as a squire, having come to appreciate its effectiveness at dismembering undead. His other possessions include a dagger as a backup weapon and a gray warhorse for transportation and mounted combat.

Skills:
Fleuri has been trained in the use of a variety of knightly weapons, but he is most experienced and proficient in the wielding of greatswords. He employs an aggressive and surprisingly fast-paced fighting style not atypical for devotees of Reon, moving and attacking far more swiftly than his armor and heavy weapon would suggest. He is additionally skilled in horsemanship and in the use of a cavalry lance, owed to frequent travel and the many jousts he has participated in.

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After dismounting her chestnut colored mare, Alyssa rushed to aid the fallen man. Only to realize it was an ambush set up by the bandits. She immediately pulled out her shield and deflected the incoming arrows aimed at her. While the others proceeded to form up and counterattack, Alyssa moved closer towards the farmer. She trusted them to cover her while she tends to the wounded.

She noticed Paladin Tyaethe and Artificer Elodie were already assisting the farmer. Much needed delay, the man's injuries appeared to be quite severe.

"I'm going to heal him!" She called out to the two. Needless to say, that offer stands for everyone else.

With her enchanted wand in hand, she pointed it at the farmer and chanted a twelve word healing spell to help stabilize him. Hopefully, she wasn't too late. If the farmer's life could be saved, surely he could provide some useful information regarding these lowlife bandits. But, that wasn't why she was healing him. Alyssa merely wanted to save an innocent life.

"Respite from the pain. Recover from the wounds. Return this body anew!"

A green colored aura emerged from the wand and tethered with the farmer's body. It took intense concentration for Alyssa to maintain the connection, she had to drown out the ongoing skirmish around her. All of the farmer's wounds were being mended and disinfected. The body was released from pain as internal injuries were gradually healing. Alyssa decided to wait for the farmer to regain consciousness before breaking the spell.

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Tyaethe Radistirin

Oh, they had a healer around for once. She had entirely forgotten; it was rare enough to have knights with any magical ability beyond the straightforward "pick an enemy to set on fire" option, let alone one competent at something such as healing. It was like those that had the ability to heal injuries were somewhat reluctant to attach themselves to the kingdom's most efficient source of rapid-response dismemberment. Not that Tyaethe was going to complain, it definitely freed her up even more than the artificer coming along...

"Like I would lower myself to feeding on bandits," the child sniffed, but Elodie had a point--and, at that, one of their newest knights had somehow managed to get in a pickle. With bandits. Honestly, it was pathetic, but Jarde might need help if left to get more surrounded.

With both hands on her sword, Tyaethe took the most dangerous and direct route to the very forefront of the conflict, even though it was by this stage certainly winding down: run straight ahead. The ease of it seemed almost comical, as if fate itself was looking out for her rather than awareness--but there was a slight hesitation before taking a step, slightly veering to one side to let a bolt pass, lowering her head as friendly magic passed into a bandit.

And then the flash of white was behind Jarde's opposition, blade swinging from ankle to shoulder and leaving two of the bandits in rather more pieces than the human body ought to be--and a light shove to push the third forward, into his range and completely exposed.

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Through the chaos of the fighting, Fleuri could discern the captain's voice barking more orders.

"Do not let a single man escape! They cannot alert the camp to our presence!"

If there's was one advantage of having a sixteen year old girl in charge, it's that her voice certainly stands out, he mused. He looked over the nearest bandits, a scarred woman with a shortsword. His foe kept her distance, perhaps a bit shocked from seeing her buddy killed. Fleuri readied his sword and prepared to charge, when his concentration was disrupted by the impact of a crossbow bolt striking his left shoulder.

His pauldron deflected the quarrel, which tumbled and impacted harmlessly against his helmet. He was unharmed, but was all too aware as to how close the shot came to his neck. By Reon, that was close. Both his instincts and his anger concurred- he needed to take that crossbowman down as quickly as possible.

Before he could even scan the area for whoever shot at him, the sword bandit rush in, her earlier hesitation having evidently been to give her friend a clear shot. Fleuri raised his sword and brought it down as his assailant closed the distance. The brigand managed to bring herself to a halt of the tip of the greatsword, narrowly avoiding the downward swing, but kept at a distance by the sword's length. Before the brigand could regain her balance from the very sudden stop, however, Fleuri stepped forward and thrust his sword with all his might, pushing through his target's shoddy armor and skewering her through the chest.

He pulled his sword back and wrenched it free of the fatally injured bandit. Free of that distraction, he turned to his left, intent on finding who shot at him. Sure enough, there was a man frantically trying to reload a crossbow. Without skipping a beat, Fleuri charged. Seeing the knight coming at him, the man lose all nerve, dropped his crossbow, and turned to flee into the thicket. Fleuri was very briefly concerned that this bandit might actually escape to warn the others, lighter on his feet than the knight and no doubt more familiar with the terrain.

Fortunately for the Iron Roses, the man was not as familiar with the terrain as Fleuri thought. In his panic to escape, the bandit failed to notice an exposed tree root behind him, and tripped on it almost immediately. He hit the ground face-first, quarrels spilling from his quiver. It was a bit ironic, that he'd be undone by the same woods that he had relied upon for concealment.

Before the man could regain his senses, Fleuri was already standing over him, sword in hand.

"Stay down and don't make any moves, if you want to live," Fleuri spoke to the fallen bandit. "You can consider yourself a prisoner of the Iron Roses."


[System]
Age: 17

Gender: Male

Race: Faunus (White-Tiger based)

Weapon: Kladenets & Perun

A Charge-Blade and Axe-Shield combination weapon. The two weapons have the unique ability of fusing into a single, larger weapon. Taking the form of a giant axe for a more powerful, albeit slower, combat style. The sword becomes the shaft of the axe with the shield becoming the axe's head. Internally, his weapons house a hidden firing mechanism that allow him to load Dust Ammunition. With loaded ammunition he can unleash destructive, close-ranged, explosive blasts.

Speciality: Though he doesn't necessarily fall into a single, defined role he primarily engages close-ranged combat, but can act as a defensive off-hand tank with his shield and utilizing his Semblance, provide a supportive role. With his shield, he can skillfully defend and attack at the same time with his sword at extremely close ranges. Sheathing his sword into his shield, he can then switch to a defensive position to guard himself or his teammates. As part of his versatile and adaptive nature, his shield has a bladed edge and short punch-spike at its base that allows his shield to double as a weapon. Hidden within his shield is a speed-loader that can quickly reload his sword with a full magazine of Dust Ammunition in the event of an emergency.

Combining his sword and shield together to from his Great Axe, he trades speed and defense for a purely offensive style of combat. With his giant Axe he can use his impressive strength to cleave, crush, and smash through large groups of enemies at once. Though his attacks with his Axe are much slower and in wide arcs, the sheer brute power of the weight of the axe and its slightly increased melee range makes it a fearsome weapon in Kuhaku's hands.

In either its sword or axe form, Kuhaku can load special Dust Ammunition to either 'Burn' or 'Fire'. 'Burning' a round, he can propel himself short distances for a powerful and quick strike. 'Firing' a round unleashes an explosive blast in a small area in front of himself. His explosive dust attacks all require ammunition and as such, he wears a belt with Dust Shotshells on them.

Semblance: The King's Voice - With the sound of his roar, he can temporarily remove mental limiters on he and his teammates' minds. Allowing them to fight with enhanced senses and bolstered physical capability for a few minutes at a time. For his enemies, the sound of his roar has the opposite effect. Muddling their senses to reduce their effectiveness and confusing them.

However, his Semblance comes to him at a cost. The more often he utilizes his Semblance, side effects start to appear though only in himself. The side effects can range anywhere from headaches, impaired senses, seizures, temporary memory loss or permanent memory loss. Not only coming with side effects, there are certain conditions to his Semblance in order for it to be completely effective, if at all. Whenever he prepares to utilize his Semblance, his golden eyes turn a burning, glowing blue. With black 'stripes' appearing on his 'fur', face, and arms. His stripes and eyes can also act as a timer, fading as the effects of his Semblance wears off.

Personality: Having been orphaned at a very young age, Kuhaku never had a home to call his own. As such, he primarily lived in orphanages, moving to a new one every so often. Growing up having never known his own family, he was constantly abused and subjected to prejudice due to his race. Though due to his strong will and good heart, he never held the abuse he went through against Humankind and overcame his rough upbringing. He endured humankind's irrational hatred and treatment of his own kin.

Desiring to prove to others that the Faunus were not the 'beasts' and 'animals' most humans labeled his kind as, he enrolled in Signal as soon as he was able to. He believes that his enrollment to become a future Hunter as a way of demonstrating that Faunus and Humans can coexist and work together peacefully. He one day wishes to become a legendary Hunter to end the Grimm threat and prevent any future generations from ever having to go through what he did, having lost his family. As part of his good-hearted nature, you'll always see him in a generally bright and happy mood. Kind and polite to all who meet him, he treats most everyone with the same level of warmth and respect akin to that of a close, long-time friend. Outgoing, loud, energetic and enthusiastic are just a few characteristics to describe him. As a result of his tough childhood he has a deep understanding of other people's hardships and pain, granting him a strong sense of empathy. Quick to trust others and make friends, Kuhaku doesn't have a hateful bone in his body, despite what other ignorant humans might think.

Color: Sky-Blue

Emblem:

Appearance:

[All rights reserved to Nitroplus for the character image. Credit goes to Lugubrious for the Emblem!]

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Shuai Taidan - Airship

"Maybe you've seen me in the biannual Vytal Festival," replied the ponytailed young Hunter with a smile. He was already taking a shine to the newest member of Team KNVS; after all, she was, to him at least, radiating in a general confidence and positivity, and that was always a commendable thing! "I do like to be memorable."

However, the sudden lurching of the most recent addition to their team still caught him by surprise, and it was with a sudden "eh?!" that he found himself knocked off-balance by the ragdolly girl, gas mask sliding off his head and onto the floor of their ornithopter with a quiet thud. Ah, the perils that lay within the act of travelling through the air; they were numerous in their dangers, and as an avid flier himself, Shuai Taidan knew very well what could so easily plague him in his mimicry of the creatures of the sky, especially when there were others nearby. It was not particularly problematic, per se, but it was always a thing that he needed to concern himself over!

"That's not a problem at all!" he said, chipper mood fading not a single bit! After all, it was a problem that was very easily rectified, as an ethereal arm immediately unfurled from his back, slipping through the air to grab the fallen mask. Slowly and surely, it retracted, placing the mask back upon his head, though now, in a more ... secure manner. "Flying's hard when you're tired."

The manifestation wriggled around to face Noëlle, a ghostly arm that seemed to be gazing in the direction of the girl's chocolates.

"Ooh, it's been a while since I had that kind. Last time I went to Mistral was ages ago. Thanks, Noëlle."

The arm stretched out once more, plucking a single bar from her hand and retreating back towards Taidan's face. A second arm promptly unfurled from his back as well, the ethereal manifestation moving to unwrap the chocolate bar, before dropping it into the fire-loving Hunter's open mouth. Such was his tendency to utilise his semblance for even the most mundane of matters!

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Luke Schwarz --Oh Okay

"So death by strangulation, then." he concluded, as Amy saw fit to do the proposed job for him with her eyesight.

It's different from choking.
Namely--
A good choke is much more secure.
And doesn't mess around with trying to see fear in the eyes.

Truthfully, though, he did wish he hadn't forgotten she could do that. It would have made for much less of a foot-in-mouth moment on his end, where he'd suddenly found himself suggesting the typical unnaturally bold idea that you'd normally hear come out of someone else's mouth. Even Jack had his head on straighter from the eyes of a contextless third person, albeit with one minor detail astray...

"I didn't mean the survivors, that's too far wherever they may be. What I meant was the old man right in front of us. There's no way I'd expect anyone here to scout that far ahead on their own. Myself included. Even I'm not that suicidal." he clarified stonily.

"I was really just suggesting I take a short walk ahead to figure him out, not even leaving eyesight. It's a moot point now, considering somebody has the aforementioned eyesight to get the job done without me straying. Thanks, Amy."

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Krysthane - Patrol Mission

Krysthane giggled a little at seeing Ebon warm up to the kittens, far more so than he had any of them. She would defiantly have to hold that against him later, maybe blackmail him. Then she winced at Skyra's rather... displeased reaction to the place. "Come on Skyra it isn't that bad, we'll only be here for a bit anyway." Krysthane pleaded. At least 3/4 of the team liked the place and so far that was the best result on anything they'd done together, which admittedly wasn't much. She turned at Sepia's question and thought about it briefly, "Yeah, I'm fairly certain there was some sort of graffiti here earlier. I'm sure the boys know about it." she said confidently as she also stepped into the cafe, two little kittens somehow making their way into her golden hair and periodically peeking out.. As soon as they entered she looked around for either the group of boys they had talked to earlier or the store owner.

[Assistant]
Patrol Mission

As Team Kiss entered the tea house, it was sparsly populated, aside from the many cats and a few old people drinking their tea in peace. Before Krysthane could find anyone, one of them found her. [b]"Krysthane! Welcome back!"[/color] It was the leader of the gang, though he didn't look as silly as he did before. He was wearing a fairly simple looking waiter's outfit, with the logo of the Cat Nap emblazoned on his breast pocket. Seemed like he was working right now.

The young man went over to Krysthane, quite excited, which riled up the kittens. They all moved towards Krysthane, even the ones playing with Ebon, and began to paw at her legs and tried to play with her. "Long time no see! I thought you'd forgotten about me. I'd understand though, it's been a very hectic around here lately. I see you've brought your friends. Your team from Beacon? What brings you around these parts?"

@Ryonara@SevenStormStyle@Pyrodash888

Capture The Fort

As our heroes debated their attack strategy, there was a loud noise nearby. It wasn't long before a couple of Beowulfs, twelve in total, arrived looking for the scent of human and faunas flesh. They haven't quite found the team yet, but they were aware they were somewhere around here. They stayed close to one another and made sure to watch each others backs: If one was taken out the entire pack would know. One Beowulf, obviously the alpha considering his size and additional spiky bits, stayed at the front and was getting closer to Team Redingote. A quiet snarled escaped his throat, perhaps communicating to his pack that he had found the hunters.

Who@Jedly@Nytem4re@Awesomoman64

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Robert Fallson - Capture the Fort

As Robert saw the pack of Beowolves exit from the treeline, he quickly ducked behind a tree to avoid detection. Peeking around the side, the red haired boy could see the Alpha Beowulf snarl at a scent it had caught. "Well Grane, looks like you got your wish anyhow," Robert said quietly under his breath.

As the pack got nearer to the tree he had hidden behind, Robert made the decision to climb upward. The likelihood of the team getting out of this without alerting the whole pack was basically nonexistent, but the team leader wasn't sure how prepared the others were for a fight. If he could give them more time to prepare themselves by not giving their position away, maybe they could turn this into a successful ambush. Finally settling on one of the many branches above, Robert transformed his weapons to their blade mode as he kept his eye on the Alpha. If he or someone else was detected he hoped to cut off the pack's leader and send them into disarray, increasing their chances for success exponentially.

[Assistant]
Kuhaku Shiro - Trawl

Shiro blinked, his gold eyes carefully looking over the map that lay in front of him and his team. His ears twitching every now and then as he multi-tasked between listening to what was being said, examining the terrain of the area, and formulating his own thoughts. So far, he agreed with Gren. Official reports never held all the details. Sometimes when you personally interviewed someone, they may come to remember a very small trivial detail that could make a world of difference. That, and Shiro wanted to visit the sites where people supposedly went missing. Even with the passage of time and the ocean eroding away the land, it never hurt to see if his Faunus senses could detect something that the townspeople couldn't. Speaking of which, that brought up a question in Shiro's mind. Or rather a few questions.

Looking up from the map and at Captain McDougall, he frowned slightly.
"Ah, sir? Captain McDougall? Do you know what's the census of Faunus you have within the population? Do you have any Faunus on your police team here?"
Looking at his teammates, he continued.
"What I'm thinking is maybe visiting each site with a partner to see if I can find something that you all can't. Interviewing the locals doesn't seem like a bad idea either."
He made a motion with his hands.
"It wouldn't hurt at all to spend a little time to try and gather a complete informed picture before we make any plans. The last time we tried to do a mission without all the facts...Well..."
He shook his head.
"It doesn't make any sense to me. You all have been living here for some time in relative peace. Why would these Sirens appear now so suddenly and start luring away your people? Grimm are beasts. If they were luring them away to consume them, then why haven't we discovered any remains or things like that? Why would they steal them away instead of picking them off right there with hardly a trail left behind?"
Shiro again looked to each of his teammates.
"It doesn't hurt to have a healthy sense of curiosity."


[System]
Wolf / Alpha

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T I T L E
Hammer of Witches (Malleus Maleficarum)
 N A T I O N A L I T Y
Thelan, Moorish heritage
 A G E
46
 G E N D E R
Male
 S E X U A L I T Y
His wife is his job and he reckons at his age few women are stupid enough to fall for him, but a hole is hole.
 A P P E A R A N C E
Wolfgang has an appearance that is not memorable, and this is in part thanks to the fact he regularly alters it between the dye of his hair to how it is cut, to cottons wads placed inside his mouth to alter facial structure, all the way down to elaborate makeup. Indeed, it has been so long since he has seen his natural hair colour he doesn't know what it is now, it full well possibly ranging from the blond of his youth, or having darkened with maturity, to possibly becoming grey with age and stress. Still though, he is arguably average in all things, perhaps the perfect male mean phenotype of the whole world. All his features are pronounced, but not too much. He is conventionally attractive, but nothing special. Even his eyes make his covert work easier, being that perfect shade which depending on who you ask might have been grey, green, blue or brown. His posture also makes his appearance difficult to find consensus on, the way he carries himself making people's estimations deviate by as much as 20 centimetres from his real height of 187cm in both directions.

Worthwhile to note is his external appearance. His clothing will naturally adapt unpredictably if a disguise is needed, but in his natural state he still has much variance. He'll generally dress rather finely with some apparent synthesis of the styles of nobility and merchants but with silk largely replaced by more practical leather and cloth. For display he'll have a hand crossbow with gargantuan draw, a sword of some sort and an assortment of smaller blades. But one shouldn't be deceived for about his person Wolfgang will hide any amount of weapons and other tools of trade from plates and chainmail to stakes and holy books.
 I N T E R E S T S
Music and the arts, philosophies, history, blacksmithery, and anything that isn't his work which - while he certainly does appreciate - has come to exhaust him at times.
 P E R S O N A L I T Y
Wolfgang is an individual of powerful convictions and after all, he has to be for his duty. The cries of witches burned alive along with the many other victims of his work have long since stopped haunting his dreams, and indeed the thoughts of this suffering inflicted comes to soothe him. With that said one can far from dismiss him as simply after blood. The initial aversion to his work has been replaced with understanding of the value in it, though his understanding of the world has become somewhat cold and extremely mechanical. All he does he evaluates in whether the net suffering upon the world inflicted by his actions will be outweighed by that prevented, avenged, or reversed. The man absolutely dreads the day when the scales of justice are even, and he cannot make a decision. But by the grace of the divine and the crown of Thelan, such a vile moment has not yet come before him. Perhaps that line could also shed light on the fact that Wolfgang is a thorough patriot of his land, valuing the lives of people from Thelan and Moore at the very least twice the amount of that of those backwards Alovian savages, proper empathy for "the enemy" still not possible after the many years.
 H I S T O R Y
The story of Wolfgang begins near the capitol of Thelan, his family a wealthy one claiming descent from Moore. However, intermarriage with the locals has long since diluted the viking blood to make Wolfgang all but indiscernible from an ordinary denizen of Thelan. His childhood was uneventful, the same as that of other titled people full of tutors and the likes. However as teenage years progressed he became acutely aware he was the third son and fourth child of his parents, and that thus he'd get little more than scraps for inheritance. But perhaps luckily, fate had other plans for him than having to merely live in the shadow of his siblings.

Merely fourteen at the time, Wolfgang went off to a hunting trip with his family the contents of which he now barely remembers given the trauma he underwent. The details are to this day vague but he knows full well that he was taken by some witches via enchantment of some sort. Though some he recalls his tale to (particularly those from Alovia and their witch allies) might suggest he came willingly he puts his faith in the word of his rescuer, Matthias Ryter. This man was a hunter of witches and other malign forces in the world, and he became the role model of the young lad. The hunter had other things to get to in the land, but he took the boy under his wing, a relationship that quickly became an apprenticeship as Wolfgang became enamoured with the heroic image Matthias formed. The man never showed death to the boy however, which made him far more eager to continue on by the fellow when they returned to civilization. It took a long time of petitioning his father for Wolfgang to get him to agree to the boy becoming a man of inquests for profession but after some smooth words from Matthias he relented.

Having secured himself a future, Wolfgang still had many trials and tribulations ahead of him. His gradual ascension to a true hunter of witches came in the last years of the war between Thelan and Alovia, but he experienced more than his fair share of bloodshed. From Knights in full plate to witches slinging the foulest of magics he saw all die with his mentor, and the first person to die solely by his hand soon followed. The end of the war that soon followed did however tax the lad. He had spent perhaps the most valuable years of his development learning to kill only to now learn that war was over. For a youth having so much blood on his hands to return to civil society is fairly difficult. He had no trust for the call of peace by the men who were responsible for so much death among Wolfgang's countrymen, and the man's peacetime life was never rid of the prejudice to Alovians he developed. While the slaughter of bandits - particularly those controlling the esoteric - did satisfy the lust for righteousness in Wolfgang he still had much paranoia about the future. He investigated all facets of the new Thelan-Alovia peace for signs of treachery, amassing a great portfolio of knowledge about recent history.

With the disappearance of the Queen there is a slight feeling of vindication for Wolfgang, though he is well conscious of the fact the full extent of what happened to her is not known and it may well have been his own Kingdom that has come to show treachery. Regardless, he intends to find out the truth and perhaps somewhat selfishly sees an opening to make a name for himself in this trouble.
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Ben Metzner | #964B00

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The Ballroom

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August 31st, Sunset | Alice Allaire @Lionhearted

"Wymark, Niavak Wymark." Niavak pronounced, giving her a smile. Though he disliked it, he knew his way around political scenarios. It was a necessity after all, as wholly dismissing politics is career suicide. Still, he tried to keep doing so at a minimum. This ballroom dinner was definitely one mired in politics.

Following around the would-be leader of the band was his initial plan. Gauging her competence and leadership abilities would give insight on whether the mission was doomed to fail or if she could pull off a miracle. Niavak's ears pricked at the familiar sound of an arrow cutting through the air. His hand unconsciously hovered above where his sword would've been holstered. The arrow pierced the king of Thelan, blood now seeping into his once immaculate garments. Crap. He thought, were the Alovians going to be blamed for this? A man he recognized, Commander Mathieu Bastian, revealed himself.

"A coup, huh?" He said, watching Mathieu's men fill into the room. They were garbed in ornate armour, seeming to glimmer against the dimly lit ballroom. "Thelannians, always the ostentatious bunch."

Being part of Alovia, Niavak didn't really care much for his grand speech. He found it slightly humorous that regicide was how they played their hand. It was an extremist action and now they face the danger of a civil war, those loyal to the crown and those not. Fighting a civil war and another kingdom simultaneously is strategical suicide. Though it was equally likely that they would pin the blame on an Alovian, which would be the smartest play. It would rally support from both sides. Still, it was foolish of them to not finish the job, there were nobles that observed the whole debacle.

"I believe you're right, Lady Alice." Niavak said, accepting the sword. The sword had great balance, heft and weight. It was an exceptional broadsword. The air of the ballroom changed from politics to that of war. He took a deep breath as he heard the ever-familiar sounds of steel clashing with steel. Brandishing the sword, he ran into the fray.

[Assistant]
The Ballroom

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August 31st, Sunset | Center of the Hall | An Entrance

Elly had nodded, smiling. "Well, such stahlwert comrades are good to have you. Whatever that means." Elly said with a good natured chuckle, taking a sip of wine. She blinked at him breaking the 'fragile' cup. Took a lot of effort to do that. A nervous twitch perhaps? It certainly was an interesting little tick. Unless this was the only time it had happened, or maybe it was just a faulty cup. Either way it soon passed from the light blonde's mind. "It is good to meet you, Dieter. I-" the words were plucked from her mouth just as the life of the King of Thelan was plucked from his body.

The piece of meet feel from her fingers and rolled onto the floor. What was this? Everyone stood in shocked silence as some fucking traitor strolled into the room like he owned the place. But the viking woman was outraged. The Pendletons were white with shock and they vanished from Elly's life, fading into the background. After the man finished his spiel, Elly grabbed a nearby wine bottle, flipped it upside down, and smashed it, glaring at him with furious eyes. She seemed intent on slicing the throat of every traitor in the room herself. He would dare do this? As if it was his place to decide? She had no love for the the Thelannian king but this was an attack on everything Elly stood for. The fury was almost too much to bear, her hands were shaking and tears sprung to her eyes. There would be war. Thousands would die and more over she felt like her outrage was only being met with cowardice and indifference from those in the room. "You...!" She croaked angrily. She didn't even have her weapons!

But her anger was to assuaded and replaced with determination. One of Alice's men- loyal to the cause, handed Elly her wooden shield and heavy hand axe. She nodded grimly and then turned to look at Dieter. Words escaped her and she looked away, giving a glare of death to the nearest one of the rebels. Joining the others in the fray, Elly roared and lunged into battle, aiming to bury her handaxe in the neck of the nearest enemy with tremendous force.

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" 𝔻𝕚𝕖𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕙 "

Thelan Capitol

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August 31st, Late Evening | The Massacre | The Guests

Dietrich gave a good-natured laugh as Elly seemed to not quite understand what "stalwart" meant. Of course her vocabulary didn't really have a need for such a word, and hence he shouldn't have expected her to have it learned. Still, it did give the "Knight" the thought that he needed to better consider those he was with. Ellinore was just framing a reply to him as an arrow flew, and the entire world collapsed. The King was dead, and it seemed a coup of sorts was underway. Oh dear, now that wouldn't do, that wouldn't do at all. While Dietrich did sympathize with Mathieu's intentions he had gone about performing them the wrong way and in turn if he wanted the Witch Hunter's support then he had to show that he was competent. Thus, Dietrich reacted rather calmly to the shooting, instead simply taking a sip from a wine glass renewed by a servant. "Please, do continue." he said to the Viking woman, although as certain people went about distributing weapons it seemed the conversation would not get a chance to finish.

Dietrich sighed, testing the balance of the broadsword. It was a silly weapon men who needed something to compensate for certain other deficiencies carried; in a duel a trusty duelling blade and dagger was better, in the battlefield a polearm, this was just a fancy toy. Still, flipping it over at least he could make a beautiful brain-spilling bludgeon out of it. The weapons provided did also give Wolf a simultaneous feeling of smugness and disappointment that his thesis on the inexperience of this rather young cohort of so called "heroes" was proving to be more and more right. These weapons were what the fairy tales and plays showed warriors as carrying, because they looked heroic. But these weren't real weapons, not to a veteran of the true war long ago in spite of the gusto the others seemed to use theirs with. For now, Wolfgang didn't go to fight. "Dietrich" ran forth swinging his blade, but he didn't hit anyone and instead vanished from the scene. Crawling under some tables he snatched a bottle of champagne that on the move he downed as if it were a simple waterskin. Navigating this small underworld would have been a feat and a half for most people, but with an expert photographic memory aided by the method de loci it was rather easy to get to the Throne unseen. At last he stood before the man, but before doing his work Wolfgang stopped, and bowed while uttering a small prayer. He then closed the King's eyes and took his crown off of his head, hiding it about his person lest it fall into the wrong hands. Even in this, Dietrich was in the most visible part of the room but made sure he was naught more than a shadow, or at the very least a fleeting vision one could easily chalk up to bad wine. Crown secured, and sword tied around his waist Wolfgang removed two of his hidden blades much preferring them to the bombastic broadsword and once more slunk off into the shadows to watch the scene unfold. Only occasionally he intervened helping poor old Mathias flee the scene, or making wide swings of his broadsword in plain sight so that nobody could testify he hadn't helped in the battle. But ultimately he only observed, making sure he always had a strategy of exit at all times and that at least nobody laid blades on the truly innocent like the different servants. There were many opportunities to from behind appear, disembowel the Alovians and once more disappear with little blood on him to show for it. Yet, he didn't take them — for now the event had to play naturally in the eyes of the Hunter.


[System]
"Greetings, my name is Lunalel. Just call me Luna. It's a pleasure to meet you."
Age: 19
Gender:  Female of course

"Of course I wear my family's armor. I must represent them and show others how respectful we are."

Appearance:
Lunalel is a blonde woman that stands at approximately 5'10". Typically, one can find her in a set of lighter looking plate armor with her family's seal on it and a sword at her side.

Personality
Lunalel is a righteous person, believing that everyone has their own personal set of rights. She is likely to help others in dangerous situations and live up to the Lightsword Code of Honor. She's friendly enough though, and is pretty relaxed overall though her speech patterns follows formality of the nobles though.

"There's really not much to know. I'm a Knightess and a Magic-user."

History:
Lunalel is the daughter of the current Lord of the Lightsword house. As a whole, the house is fairly popular among it's people for the way the Lord treats them as people rather than property.

On the other hand, every citizen is expect to have at least a year of military training by their 20th year of life completes. This is a measure to make sure each and every citizen is able to protect their selves and their families.

Lunalel is no exception and in fact is a paragon of the system itself. As a noble, she is not expected to farm or doing peasants would do to make money, so instead starting from age ten she began her training as a knight, traveling from village to village under the banner of the Lightsword house.

As she reached the age of fifteen, she found her own powers of light magic and practiced on her own. Her father decided that the best thing for her was that she be sent to St. Sappho Academy to study some years later. He heard suspicious things about the Headmistress. . . But he fell to the words of his daughter to allow her to go.

Magic:
Lunalel is a practicioner of Light Magic as she uses it to smite her foes and assist her allies. Her first real spell is her "Light Aigis". It summons a giant shield of light that will block most attacks. In addition, she can also attack her enemies with a large blade of light she dubs, "Bright Blade". She also has lightly learned how to heal, though it will mostly just heal up small cuts in a timely manner.

Limitations
Lunalel's biggest weakness is most likely the fact that she lacks any real range in her arsenal of skills and feats.

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Lunalel Lightsword

"That's one match down. Doesn't look like there are all too many matches for this." Luna said as she took off her helmet while some of the other contestants were having their go at it. There were some decent looking competition, and others not so much. They were pretty much weeded out in the first match here until the point that Luna was called out for her second match of the evening. Another person was on a horse across the way again. They looked a bit bigger than the last person she fought, so hopefully he was a bit more of a challenge.

Marie gave her little speech as she did before and soon enough someone said, "Charge." Again. Both riders urged their horses forward. The two raised their lances against one another. . . And a grand hit from both! They recoiled from the hits and lost whatever brace their shield arms had but stayed a top their horse. Now it was time for round two. They charged again, this time breaking both of their lances against each other. Luna was almost knocked off this time, but she kept on her horse almost barely. This match is more of what she was expecting at a jousting match.

Soon enough, the two were re-equipped with new lances. Soon, they charged at each other again! Lance met shield, and Luna was still atop her horse. Her opponent not so much. Internally, she cheered. Externally, she raised her lance again, showing her victory in the current match. There couldn't be too many of these left. So the Knightess made her way off field again, to make way for the other matches.

Eith the Shellagh

"Okay." The Shellagh had little idea what Miren was going to have them do. There was much at this festival she'd never seen before. Some odd games that looked just a little too complicated for Eith to figure out, though with the recent change in Eith's mental capacities they might just be possible to understand. She seems to be able to do a little more in the area of cognitive functions since then, so she might be able to thank Selvina just a little bit in the long run.

Katherine Lindall

"Oh my." Katherine said as she fell and hit the ground. When she looked at the Undine's face, she saw the clear annoyance in it, but at the same time, she was blushing something fierce. With a quick glance, they didn't seem to be anywhere with a high population of people. . . Or any people for that matter. "Oh, come now Celine. It's not like there's anyone around to spy on us." The teacher said as she stood up and moved over to Celine and threw her arms over the water woman. An Undine's body was an interesting thing to touch. "No one around to see that cute little blush of yours either." Katherine said before giving her a peck on the cheek. "Except me, being the one to make you do so. Didn't know an Undine could blush like that either."

Katherine Lindall

Around Meowka, a couple of dolls gathered. The cat was obviously down. Katherine had given orders to them to help keep the girl entertained so they'd do the best in their tiny selves to make that a possibility. . . Though that was mostly on Meowka herself. One grabbed at the cat's leg and shook it a bit, to get her attention. Once they had it, they showed her a couple of gestures that they wanted to do stuff with her. Or something of the sort. If nothing else, the cat should be able to figure out they were there to keep her company.

Richard Lightsword

"It would be much appreciated if you would do that Miss Fiore. Richard said with a great smile. That was one part of his evening quickly taken care of. Now, as for what she had said about dinner. "An invitation for dinner? Far be for me to decline such an offer. Though, who else might be "important" that you are inviting?" Richard asked, curiosity in his voice. He wasn't all too sure who all she deemed important after all.

[Assistant]
Maoin's ears dropped as she was told not to cheer for Lady Lightsword, but she nodded. Of course the order that she was completely prepared for being issued a couple of seconds later distracted her better than a fish flying through the air could manage. "Of course mistress!"

The enthusiastic kitten practically pounced towards the small bag she had brought just for this purpose with a smile crossing her face as she brought the sandwich over to Lady Sorcha. "Made just for you mistress - some of the meat is lamb like I know you love!" The girl decided to be willfully ignorant of the fact that the dragon appreciated her share of mutton likely because it reminded her of days when she used to raid small villages like some powerful god.

Maoin really wanted to curl up against her owner or kneel at her feet but looking at the dragon's more serious expression the cat gave off a slight sigh, a respectful curtsy, and then returned her chair to watch the games. The second match didn't go nearly as smoothly as the first, and watching Lady Lightsword face a more worthy opponent set the cat-girl on the edge of her chair as the knightess recoiled. The girl hoped the next match wasn't quite as violent.

As the two stood on the ice the phoenix hoped that some other memory would come to her mind like with the bow as she was brought towards the lake and allow her to score an easy bullseye. Perhaps one of her prior incarnations had experience in this matter and would be willing to show her how it was done and allow her to look graceful.

This was not the case however as Fia immediately slipped on the ice and felt her face plant against the frozen surface as she stood back up with a nosebleed, only for her feet two slide against the ground and for her to fall onto her rear end with a resounding thud. Her eyes squinted slightly due to the pain but she adjusted quickly - she'd been through worse in the past.

This time she stood up a bit more gradually and looked towards Gwynn in hopes she had instructions on the matter.

Meowka looked down at her leg as she felt some other presence shake it. Leaning forward slightly with a slice of fish being devoured by her tongue she observed the doll as it stood there and seemed to start trying to make signals. It took a while for the cat to interpret, but she understood that they were there to make sure she had a good time.

"Fantastic. You-" The girl pointed at one of the dolls as she laid down on a bench. "Find me somewhere I'll be appropriately pampered. Obey the prowler of the night or face my wrath." Had Mistress Katherine given her these dolls to be used as her temporary slaves? It seemed the prowler of the night cheered up noticeably as she thought about the idea as she gazed down at the doll with just a slightly predatory grin.

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~Gwynn & Ritsa~

"Okay okay, don't hurt yourself." Gwynn chuckled as Ritsa slid over to Fia. The Hydra gave her a big grin, helping her stand up. "Hrm, you don't have any skates though so this might be a little tricky...uh, hm. Augh damn it forgot to stop by the dorm and grab them." She could just give herself skates made of ice herself. For Fia though, it wouldn't exactly be uh, a good thing. "Eh, I'm sure you'll be fine." Without another word, Gwynn walked over to Fia, placing a firm though gentle hand on the girls shoulder. "Alright key thing you need here is balance."

Gwynn went on to demonstrate the proper form to simply gliding easily enough. Ritsa joined in as well, though not as well as Gwynn considering her natural aversion to the ice and simply lack of skill.

~Sorcha~

"Bang! Crash! Crack!" Maire shouted loudly from her pedestal. "Ladies and gents, that was the sound of hard work, sweat, and determination! I wonder if the lady knight wouldn't mind thrusting her lance at me, hah!~" She giggled. "Actually, no, don't do that becasue I'm no good at this stuff. Annnnyways- second match goes to the blond lady knight again! She's doing really well! She's certainly a good one, isn't she? The matches will resume after a small interlude!~"

Sorcha cheered quietly from the stands as Luna won again. She eagerly devoured the food Maoin bought, not paying mind to much else as she did so. It had been awhile since she had some decently cooked lamb, and Maoin certainly did deliver. The next matches proceeded with various level of difficulty. Some were felled in one hit, while others too many more - and quite occasionally did Luna look like she was going to fail herself. In the end though, it was reduced to Luna and just one other Knight.

"Alllllright ladies and gents! Humans and Dragons! Adorable kittens that I want to kiss!~" Maire giggled, giving the box Sorcha was sitting in a bright grin. "The final match is upon us!~ Who will win? I dunno, lets get the final match underway already!~"

~Livia~

"Just a few nobles from the area. Some of the more powerful mages, and few people from the church." Livia replied with a sigh. "Truly, It's likely going to be a boring affair but when you're as popular as I am you have to do these things." She chuckled lightly. "Oh, there will be a few...personal friends there as well, though they shouldn't cause too much trouble." She hoped at least. Myrilla had already been told not to cause a ruckus. Viatrix though? Well...not so much. "I wouldn't want to subject you to such a thing though, so you are free to decline of course." She stopped for a moment, seeming to think for a moment. "I do not know if you've heard or not about the recent discovery of a certain lost City, but one of their diplomats are supposed to be arriving this evening."

[Assistant]
Luna was glad to finally be at the end. She'd endured many challenges thus far, some easier than others of course. Now, she found herself against the last opponent of the tournament. This was quite the imposing man too, little surprise he made it to the finals. Still, the Knightess was not daunted. She was ready for the ready signal. When it was yelled, she urged her horse onward as did the opponent. Their first pass was uneventful. Their lances almost harmlessly bounced off the edges of the shields. The second and third passes were a bit rougher on both ends, receiving direct hits but managed to stay on the horse. The fourth Luna's lance broke upon the enemy. After receiving a new one, she ready for what was the final pass. The opponent's lance broke, and Luna thrusted at just the right moment and at the right spot to throw the man off balance and he fell off his horse.

Luna raised her lance and took a victory lap around the field, showing off her glory and splendor to the entirety of the crowd. She then looked up to Sorcha's box with a smile underneath her helmet. Whatever Sorcha had planned, she was going to unveil now. The secretive Grand Prize was a curiosity to most to be sure.

Katherine's Dolls

The dolls looked as if they'd sigh and grabbed Meowka and carried her off somewhere. Soon enough they found themselves in front of a stall. It was a game. Horseshoe Toss, to be precise. The dolls set the cat down, but given their size, it was more of sitting her on the ground while one jumped up to the stall and handed the attendant a coin, pointing at Meowka. He looked at the dolls curiously, but thought little of it after a couple of seconds of thought and put a few horseshoes down for Meowka. The dolls looked pumped up for her to play. There also seemed to be a few cute looking prizes for making so many horseshoes.

Richard Lightsword

"Lost City? I've not heard." It was nothing of interest to the Lightsword domain after all. That was something for the King to worry about. "Either way, I would be glad to join you. It'll give the chance for the kids to catch up without old father hanging around." Still, it would be a good chance to talk to officials he had not ties with yet.


[System]
Age - 26
Species - Watamaji
Role - Freelance Counselor
Gender – Female
Appearance - Achi is heavily curved, with dark brown skin, topaz eyes, and short white hair. Her skin is extremely smooth, cool to the touch and slightly wet at all times. She has fingers that are half webbed. Instead of legs, she has a long tailfin. It starts the shade of her skin, but shifts to a brilliant orange-gold. Like most of her race who traverse the galaxy, she wears a sheer bodysuit that covers her from the waist up to the neck and arms. It is made of a material designed to draw moisture from the environment and stay damp to protect the Watumaji's skin. Over that, Achi usually chooses to wear a tunic from her home planet, one that is brightly colored and patterned, as well as jewelry that seems to be made of coral and bone.
From the waist down, she is settled in a water tank that is about the size of a personal scooter. The tank rolls smoothly on two treads, and Achi maneuvers it with a small control panel.

Personality - Achieng is gentle-hearted and caring, and at first glance would seem an odd choice for the military. However, she has an acceptance of all sorts of beings, and her position as a counselor makes sense to those who go to see her. She can hear terrible things, stories of war and blood, pain and grief, and take them in without judgement or reproach. She listens, and she comforts, and only offers advice when it is asked of her; sometimes people simply want to be heard, not corrected. Outside of her role on the ship, she is friendly to others and usually quiet. The only time she would show any fierceness is if she was in personal danger, or someone was harming another person in front of her.
On the other hand, even when she's not at work, she finds it difficult to share her own story and lean on other people. She feels like her own heart could break, but that her entire purpose is to be there for others no matter what. If she hurts, well… that's just how it must be. She would never admit to feeling so isolated.

History - Achieng traveled with her parents around the planet, her mother being a singer that would visit great cities and small towns alike. Her mother's voice was said to be heard even by those whose souls had joined the Sea, and so she was requested at many dignitaries funerals. Unfortunately, Achi's mother became ill and never recovered. She died when Achi was still a child. Her distraught father took her to the home of her aunt, promising to return for her soon. He never did.

Young Achi grew up isolated. She was shunned by the townspeople, and shamed by her aunt. Her aunt considered her a freeloader, and her own past jealous of Achi's successful and well-loved mother came out on Achi herself. Her uncle did nothing to stop his wife's poor treatment of their niece. Achi's only solace was in her cousin, who ignored his mother's opinions and treated her as a sister. The two grew up close, and he was Achi's savior.
Unfortunately, her aunt was not much kinder to her own son, and as soon as her cousin became of age, he pledged (married) to someone and moved far away from home. While he did offer to take Achi with him, she declined. Left on her own, Achi honed her singing in secret, growing more controlled and powerful by the turn of each tide. She also did everything she could to earn money, trading, bartering, and singing for pay. The day came when she too, became of age, and she wasted no time in gathering her meager possessions and leaving. It took her nearly ten years to work up enough money to attend a galatic university. There she excelled in her courses and
Equipment and Skills-
Water suit- Absorbs moisture from the environment to keep her skin wet and cool.
Travel tank- Contains space for her to rest, and water for her to rest in while she's on land. Moves on two treads and has a small hand control.
Vocal mask- Achieng has a tech mask that fits over her mouth that can be used to direct her already powerful singing into something that could be weapons-grade lethal.

Fishing knife- While she can only do so underwater, Achi is well trained in the use of a knife made to hunt fish. She calls it a knife, but it's half the length of her arm and hooked at the end.

Singing- Like all of her people, Achieng can speak and can also sing in what her race calls wimbo-kusema. The closest comparison would be whalesong, but a Watumaji's is much more powerful and loud. Some of the tones range below what many beings can detect, and some range far above. Achieng has a natural talent for it, and can be extremely loud to the point of causing damage if she had to be.
Diplomat- Achieng is an excellent speaker and can smooth talk with the best of them. Her background in psychology makes her very adept at navigating social situations, and knowing a lot about many kinds of beings prevents awkwardness and species faux-pas.
Swimming- While she is inhibited by her tank on land, in an aquatic environment, she is far more at home. Achi is a swift and graceful swimmer, and does not have to breathe underwater.
Activity – I work from 9am – 6pm, and I've got D&D on Wednesdays and Thursdays. Most if not all of my posting will be on the weekends, but I will do my best to pop on after work and keep informed. My job does not allow phone use or internet use outside of what is necessary for work, so I won't be able to get on during. If there's something urgent, tag me in post or PM me. I try to at least check those during my lunch break.

Extras –
-Achieng sleeps in a big tank.
-Achieng probably won't sing openly unless she's alone. For anyone to even know how well she can sing, they would have to be well-versed in her species, or catch her in the act.
-It's considered a sacred rule that anyone who visits your home must leave with a meal. That said, Achieng keeps little candies that she gives to visitors, because not giving some kind of food to either a client or visitor is akin to insulting the gods themselves.

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Cass was perched on the rooftop of a desolate, abandoned building nestled in the lower levels of New Newyork's slums. She was hot on the trail of her new quarry. She needed the work. Not so much for the money. Not that she would pass over fifteen million. One would be crazy to and Cass wasn't crazy. Well, not the refuse-fifteen-million-crazy anyway. But she needed the distraction. She'd had a bounty hunting crew with a couple of her splice buddies, but one after the other they all got mated and eventually left the business to settle down with their mates. She bore them no ill will. After all it was what she eventually wanted for herself. To find a mate. Maybe not settle down per se, but still... to find that connection with someone and hunt bounties together and live happily ever after.

 Cass chuckled wistfully and shook her head to clear out the last lingering romantic notion. She switched gears quickly and lifted her head to sniff the air. Just to make sure she hadn't lost the trail. She hadn't. The scent wasn't fresh. A couple of hours old, but she could follow the quarry non the less. Due to her splice genetics she could discern scents and smells that were a couple of hours old at least.

 Cassidy extended her 5'7 frame gracefully and without so much as a twitch of a muscle flew into a full sprint so fast an ordinary human would need a slow-mo cam to detect her movement. She dashed across the rooftops, jumping over the gaps between the buildings with apparent ease. Thoughts of her ex crew already stuffed neatly in a box somewhere in her subconscious. Slowly, but surely Cassidy receded and the huntress surfaced. She had a job to do and a damned good reason to do it. She needed to get off Earth. She needed a change. And it looked like this Shaw fellow was going to be her ticket out.

 But Cass was a cautious hunter. For one man to have such large bounty on his had, he would have to be dangerous. And right now she was a one woman show. She needed to be careful and not underestimate her quarry. She would pursue him and wait for the opportune moment to strike. She could tell by the scents and smells she was detecting he was being pursued by some sort of reptilian or reptiloid creature. She could smell raw power and strength. Maybe even on par with her own. But she also had cunning.

 She was getting closer now. She could hear the commotion caused by the chase. Her enhanced hearing picking up scattered bits of conversation. Insults being thrown about. Shouts.

 She readied!

[Assistant]
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Grace, New Newyork

She quickly lifted her head, glancing at CB17 with a hesitant voice "What, n-no, no, I'm fine thanks." with the tapping coming to a halt, leg still. Even after speaking her direction would come to the floor again, something so prevalent that one could think she'd be an expert a floor tiles. Silence taking over once more as the shuttle moved it's way through the depths of the district, the suspense and adrenaline in her body became a source of irritation. How much longer did they have to wait? It was a case of nervousness that dictated her to not fly the shuttle, New Newyork- let alone Earth -being such unfamiliar territory, it was hard not to overthink and break down in fear at the prospect of piloting through such a world.

However, this oncoming irritation only fueled motivation, and the motivation was that of getting this shuttle on track. "We need to get there faster, so uh, I'll just be...piloting." Grace was still as nervous as ever despite the newfound urge to get things moving, glancing over at bulky droid before opening the door swiftly, disappearing even faster as the pilot's seat would be taken up, controls wrangled back from the autopilot. A new shuttle would provide a lot of obstacles in the way for someone who was used to simply operating these machines, but, for someone of Grace's background, the only different thing was the logo of the company who owns the plating. The insides of controls like these had been torn apart too many times. Once gawking at and getting used to the controls was done, the great urban abyss was left to be piloted through, endless rows of lit up windows, long pipes and a hard time finding out what was up from down when the sky was out of sight. Giving a heavy sigh, Grace would glance over to the nearest indicator of where they were suppose to go, trying not to be too distracted by the scenery. And trying not to think too much on if the autopilot was actually faster...

[User]
Rama sat in the transport alongside CB17 and Grace double checking his weapons, making sure that they were operational and moving smoothly. Meta, his mech. sat on the floor across from him, he made sure that it's maintenance protocols were all green, didn't want to get into a mess of things and find out it wasn't full ready for combat. As he looked in his optical scanners they blinked all green in his view showing that it was prepared as well.

It had been a while since he had worked on a crew but Shaw had somehow convinced him that being apart of The Hellion Crew was worth his time and skills. Rama had thought that he would be living the rest of his life with his mech and the two would be dead in a blazing blast of glory.

Meta, what is the status of our captain? Can you pick him up on your scanners yet? He asked with his robotic transmitter that linked him to his mech, it allowed him to speak to Meta without having to actually speak out loud.

There is nothing yet, but don't worry and just be prepared for when the time comes that we do meet up with him. He won't likely be alone giving his track record. Meta replied.

Rama put his gun down by one of his extra arms that pick it up and kept its hand on the handle, he then brought out his three balls and began spinning them with his mind. It calmed him before going into potential battle, relaxed him.

He then heard CB17 speak to Grace asking her if she wanted some water. She politely said no and he had to chuckle, he didn't know if she belonged here as a pirate but her skills as a mechanic were good and he felt that as there were a number of robotics between him and the two robots she was the right fit for the mission. He then saw her decide to pilot the transport to see if she could get them there sooner than it was on autopilot.

When she left the room he turned to CB17.

"What the girl needs, is combat experience and training." He commented to the robot, as he stopped the balls from spinning, placed them in their designated pocket and got up and patted it on it's shoulder and walked up to where Grace was sitting.

"Don't worry Grace, it's just me, 'was getting bored back there myself. So you know how to fly this thing? I sure hope it's faster than the autopilot." He said to Grace as he made his way behind her seat and took a look outside. Earth, what potential it had and what a waste it had become. He thought to himself as he looked at the lights of the city, it's advertisements for new products everywhere you looked never getting a break to look up and see the stars. To enjoy the sound of the wind or trees waving in those winds. The faster they got Shaw the sooner they could get off this rock.

"Hey, when we get close to Shaw let me know, I prefer to be on a vantage point on top of the ship in case he is bringing company to the party." He said to Grace as he kept his focus sharp looking out at what was in front of them.

[Assistant]
Achieng browsed the Freelancer's web while picking at the remnants of her steak. She pursed her lips as she found an opening for a ship's counselor. Apparently their last had taken ill and had to leave. "Hm... Emperion. Captain McDonnell. Human. Hmmm..." She uploaded her bid to the site, which included her price as well as what she needed to be on the ship. Her prices were a bit lower than usual, but the caveat was that she needed a large tank of water that was constantly filtered and temperature controlled. Many ships wouldn't or couldn't handle the expense, or the space. Maybe this ship could.

"Oh, and they're nearing Earth. How fortunate." She paid for the meal and went to find a few leisure novels to read.