[System]
Age: 777
Gender: Androgynous (often answers to male pronouns)
Breed: Retired Celestial ('Nephilim')

Physical Description: (Because I can never get pictures to work right >.< )
Parael stands just shy of 6 feet tall, near 130lbs, with long golden hair grown down to his shoulders, often done up in a ponytail. When working at his center he's dressed in ragged jeans and a clean vest with a diaper bag over his shoulder. On the streets he often wears a button up vest, while channeling his powers can reveal ethereal wings that no longer physically exist.

Talents:
Parael lost most of his Celestial powers after he retired and became Nephilim, but he has picked up a few skills here and there since becoming half human...

- Divine Light: Normally deadly and natural to a full Celestial, Parael was taught to channel Divine power through his human hands roughly 500 years ago. Through human conjuring, this power is little more than a bright and hot flare.

- Glamour: By necessity, Parael has learned to harness human illusion powers to maintain glamours around himself and his place of business, disguising himself against mortal eyes.

History:
Parael doesn't like to discuss his history from before his retirement to the human world ("I abhor getting involved with all the human dogma over whose Creator is right. You all need to stop worrying your lovely faces about that and get to the business of living!") But certain individuals believe that he was present shortly after the moment of creation, this revelation coming from nights involving too much alcohol and pillow talk- and as with all such talk, could easily be a fabrication. Whatever precipitated Parael to hang up his wings in the Middle Ages is between Parael and whatever Celestial ordered him around at the time.

After coming down to Earth in the Far East during the Middle Ages and being tutored in human culture by a Chinese dragon, Parael hitch-hiked across the silk road with a Djinni caravan, partied in Europe among the Faerie courts through the Renaissance, sailed across the Atlantic to South America to run with were-jaguars during the Age of Exploration, chillaxed in the Caribbean with wizard cabals through to the 1800s, and finally settled in New Camden during the modern era. It wasn't until settling Camden that he actually began to buy into the tributary system and managed to cultivate a number of relationships with the ruling council of the city ("'Cultivate' is such a cleaned up word, darling! I got around. A lot.")

Celestial blood is a much desired commodity in the magical world, being used for anything from spell components in Elixers of Life to psychotropic drugs for werewolves. His identity as a Celestial would be impossible to conceal forever, so Parael worked out a deal with the city's vampire leader Caradoc de Lacy to provide a certain tithe of blood every month, allowing the vampire to store and imbibe it whenever he liked- negating the deadliness of sunlight to the city's leader for a few hours at a time. Being able to surprise his foes at high noon while they plotted against him was a boon the vampire couldn't afford to pass up. Caradoc, meanwhile, protected Parael's identity as a Celestial from the general supernatural population, eliminating anyone who got too close to the truth of how he could move about during daylight hours.

This protection became doubly handy when, in the Moral Panic of the 1980s, the human city council tried to shut down Parael's daycare center under the pretense of "protecting children from the homosexual menace." Caradoc stepped up and bullied the council into keeping away, but the Celestial soon found himself in deeper debt to Caradoc for the intercession.

Caradoc's human rival, Baroness Augusta, a wizard with an arsenal of magic at her disposal, lost three magi trying to discern how Caradoc could move about seemingly at random during the day. When she discovered the existence of Parael, the two leaders called a council to discuss his presence in Camden. Parael doesn't know what accord they came to, but the inquiries from the city's wizards did stop.

To the supernatural "public" of Camden, Parael is still an eccentric magi who is good with kids and operates out of a daycare center on the East Side. Parael pays tribute by watching over the children of other paranormals, occasionally enchanting them with glamour to pass under mortal gaze when not in full control of their powers; and most importantly, by his blood tithe to the Prince ("And judging by how Baroness Augusta's wrinkled face is looking, the covens are getting a cut too. Unless that's Botox she's taking and I'm wrong.")

With the arrival of Nemsemet and the eradication of the Count and his court, Parael is feeling the pressure whether to go underground or to step up and fight. Coming out of retirement is not in the cards, as a full Celestial entering battle with Nemsemet may emerge victorious, but the clash could level the city of New Camden and everyone in it. For now his daycare center has turned into nothing less than a fortified bunker with wizards and faeries placing wards all over the grounds to protect their next generation from the wrath of Nemsemet...

Psychological Profile:
Parael is a bubbly, flirtatious individual who is absolutely enthralled with the modern mortal world. The iPhone is a greater wonder than all the stars in the sky ("Except for Orion, that sly stud!"). His identity as an ex-Celestial is a closely guarded secret however, and he is supremely sensitive to anyone bringing up the idea that he could be one.

Possessions:
Parael travels light in his day-to-day work. He always has a slick, designer diaper bag on hand from which he pulls all manner of items including toys, food, spellbooks and extra clothes. Buried beneath the floorboards in his bedroom is a dirty, dented iron longsword which he treats with all the reverence of a Colt .45 when in hand.

He does keep an enormous collection of mementos in his apartment. He still has a silk robe which he picked up from his landing in China, which he often lays about in during his off hours, a set of jeweled earrings from India during his trek across the Silk Road, a silver Fairy Sword he got from the Queen of Spring in a tournament ("I'm not bragging, but it was actually the prize in a beauty contest."), and a collection of Obsidian daggers and war clubs during his time in the South American jungles with the were-panthers ("I've yet to find better steak knives and meat tenderizers!").

Yes, and: Parael Magnus hunkered down right after the appearance of the dread Nemsemet, warding his daycare center to try and hide the fact that he was a Celestial from the enemy and providing a place of safety for anyone else who needed a way to lay low...

[User]
A Day Before Autumn Arrives.

Gray stretched in his cheap foldout chair, letting out a drawn out yawn. Again he lifted binoculars to look through the narrow opening in the motel's shoddy blinds. Autumn had sent him on ahead with a decent promise of pay as usual. Gray was almost disappointed by the fact that she wasn't hiring him to hunt something in particular. There's was little information to go on. Looking at the fact that Autumn generally didn't have a "little" information to share made this mission a little unnerving. Now is a different story.

Gray focused in on a group of what appeared to be gangsters or local thugs. They'd been moving around the neighborhood way too much in the last hour. It was obvious they were looking for something and doubly so to Gray that they were involved. They slipped through another alleyway moving at a pace that didn't match the general laziness of the modern gangsters he knew. The hunter's professional opinion: They were monsters up to no good. And they weren't the first.

Gray adjusted the shoulder holsters holding the two Glocks in place underneath his arms. There was going to be action soon but not enough to suit up for quite yet. He needed to lay low and contact Autumn before getting rash. That's what he was being paid for right? After all, he hadn't witnessed this much suspicious activity since he dealt with the haunting at the old Argonne grade school in Wisconsin. Incidentally that ended with a satisfying explosion that forced the government to officially condemn it. Good times.

Gray pulled out his cell phone, went through his speed dial and hit the call button. A secretary answered and he moved his mouth to speak before suddenly stopping. There was a small gasp of air and no more. A cold shudder ran down his spine. Silence. A person on the other end said something he couldn't hear. Gray ended the call and dropped the phone on the stained carpet.

"CRAP! What the hell was that?" He spouted, venting his sudden frustration. That felt almost like what a seizure patient would describe. This was bad. Not just bad! House cat eating dead owner because he can bad. Some kind of voodoo or magic was affecting him. Whoever had that kind of power meant really bad news. Time to leave and get backup before things got worse.

Gray grabbed his one suitcase, stuffed a few loose clothes in it and headed down the stairs. "Leaving early?" The mildly attractive receptionist asked as he slowed to a more casual pace. It was always best to not be suspicious. In this line of work it didn't just mean drawing unwanted attention from enemies but also humans who didn't need to get endangered. If this power and the local activity were connected it could mean New Camden would have to hire someone to change their population marker really soon.

"Yeah. Family emergency. Dad needs some help." He lied. It was pretty convincing too. "Sorry to leave so soon. It's a nice place." That was a lie too.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. Stay safe." She said. That's exactly why I'm leaving, Gray thought. He threw the suitcase into his rented suburban with the other one and hopped in. Time to get out. He was already on the edge of New Camden so it didn't take very long to leave the borders. But that would have been too easy.

The suburban's engine sputtered and died as he rolled over a hill. After some coasting and light breaking he parked the car. He got out to examine the engine and found it to be in perfectly fine condition. It simply decided it wanted to turn off on him. Looking away from town he felt that compelling and nagging feeling coming back. An unnatural chill ran down his spine and made his legs feel weak. He simply couldn't will himself to walk away. "Trapped..." He whispered, his usual lighthearted expression collapsing.

Real Time

Gray had it easy laying low. Figuring out what was going on however was more difficult when all you did was watch through your windows. He had attempted a few times to call Autumn with very little effect. His phone vibrated in his pocket and he answered to find it was in fact her. "How? I.." He paused, a little surprised that he was actually speaking. "Where can I find you?"

[Assistant]
Karram stood from his crouched position and let out another quiet sigh as he heard several of the people inside blatantly talking about his presence. He shook his head again at his own stupidity before raising a hand to knock. Maybe they won't kill me if I just explain myself, he thought. He was just about to knock when he heard the faint rustling of someone behind him fidgeting with something. Karram quickly turned, his hand now underneath his trench coat with a firm grasp on this dagger...

It was a girl. Wearing a surgical mask? And honestly looking pretty suspicious. He could tell easily that she was up to something just from her faked posture, not to mention his immediate read on her surface emotions. Karram eyed her carefully before speaking. "May I help you?" His voice was loud enough that those inside the daycare could more than likely hear his speech. He didn't want them to be found out in the event this woman proved to be a spy for Nemsemet or what have you. His expression would remain cold and calculative as he awaited a response. Impatiently, Karram would repeat himself with a rather stern tone. "May. I. Help you?"

[User]
"Yeah, Beth, I think you and Rikive have a point. Tony, you know I'd agree with you on most things but I think Flint could be more of an asset in this situation."

And by asset, I mean he's a damn good piece of bait for all those lycans if we need to distract them. Maybe.

Though that train of thought did leave Parry a little disturbed the more he followed it. Flint was one of the better magicians in the city, had a way with modern weapons a lot of the people in the front room lacked, and to top it all off, he was permanently stuck in the 1930s Noir look- which, in Parry's opinion, was one of the best times to dress as a man in the last 150 years.

I take my previous thought back. I want Flint alive, if only to find out where he's getting all those clothes.

"So Tony, I'm ready to lock up and leave whenever you-"

Which was, of course, when the light bulbs in the foyer, living room, kitchen, bathroom - really every light bulb in the building - shifted from natural white to a tinted Blue. A neat trick, but they weren't Hue bulbs (except the ones in Parry's bedroom, and that was just so he could observe his outfits before going clubbing). Nope.

Someone outside had set off the first Wards. Warning lights, mostly, that someone had stepped on Parry's front lawn with intent to kill.

Defcon 1.

All hands on deck.

"Oh, for FUCK'S SAKE!" Parry shrieked as the light shift finished. Drawing his fairy sword again in one smooth motion and making for the door, he nodded for Rikive to take up position behind him. "I am not gonna die in here with Dirty Harry, Shaft the Tiger, and the Ghost of Christmas Past! Tony, go get the fucking cars."

Parry didn't wait to see if the Norse demi-goddess was behind him or not before opening the door. And there he stood, six feet tall, rail thin, dressed in Armani, a diaper bag over his shoulder and a silver sword raised in one arm, looking at-

- a true fairy. Karram. Always impeccably dressed. Fae were the only creatures that gave PArry a run for his money in the fashion and looks departments. Karram's designer labels could always one-up him on certain occasions and the Celestial resented him for it. But what was he doing with the drab, trenchcoat wearing, black-on-black-on-black-on-black girl.

"Oh, Karram. Join the gods-damned party. Is this your girlfriend? Honey, no, all that leather! So not you! How many cows died for that horrid outfit. Lets get you to the West Side mall for some-"

Wards.

Intent to kill.

Demon mummy.

Can change her wardrobe later.

Must focus!

"Right," Parry said, snapping his train of thought off. "Which one of you came here to murder me?"

To be fair, the Wards only detected intent to harm on the premises. They didn't necessarily imply that Parry was the target. But being it was his property, and Parry thought of himself as the center of all life, happiness, fashion and trends in this horrid city, it wasn't too far an assumption for him to make.


[System]
Appearance: A 5'8", scrawny dark skinned foreigner. Trinh, as he prefers to be referred as, has long, unkempt greasy hair to go with his pimpled, greasy face. His appearance is generally sloppy, though clean enough that he can be generally comfortable. He typically wears a white, long sleeved button-up with the sleeves rolled to his elbow; with a pair of blue slacks and running shoes. He is most notable for the single long eyebrow sticking out of the left side of his face. Trinh refuses to shave it off.

Gender: Male

Age: 14

Year Level: 1st

Faction/club: DJ Club

Power: Some could say Trinh's power is his super analytical nature which seems to pay a good deal of attention to detail. He has study habits which appear obsessive, which focus more on beating in and retaining information. In addition, Trinh is very good at recognizing patterns. These skills, however, were honed more by the draconian educational system of Vietnam more than a super power. To counter this, Trinh carries on his person; at all times; an AK103 with selective fire (three-round burst and safe), mounted with close combat optics, fixed bayonet, and five 30 round magazines worth of 7.62x39mm with 3 magazines of lead cased ammo and 2 magazines of brass cased ammo. He also has on him three CAT tourniquets, 2 packs of occlusive chest dressing, a bottle of Motrin, and a bottle of 91% isopropyl alcohol. His rifle is often slung on his back. Trinh carries a magazine of beass 7.62 in his left pocket at all times. The rest of his equipment along with his other school supplies goes inside a brown leather messenger bag that Trinh is usually not seen without on campus.

Bio: Trinh is a foreign student from Vietnam who moved countries when as his parents were fighting. Trinh moved soon into his aunt's house, his aunt paying for his plane ticket. When choosing schools, Trinh did not mind which one he went to. He was too unfamiliar with the new school system to really care. Eventually, he chose a school that provided housing so that he didn't have to live off of his aunt the entire time he stayed in the country. Unbeknownst to Trinh, it was a school for the super human.

A new student, he had little friends. He didn't particularly care. All Trinh really wanted to do was play video games on his laptop. He uses the DJ club as a nap room and a relatively quiet place to play video games in. Though he doesn't have any actual official affiliation with the DJ club proper, Trinh will protect his napping spot with life and limb.

Trinh typically does not make friends. With a language barrier barring him from interaction, his knowledge of the English language quite limited, Trinh only rarely raises his hand. His accent keeps him from speaking really to anyone unless he really needs to. However, long periods of using the Internet in English had given Trinh a grasp on written English and all the formalities of the language's syntax and grammar. If only he could solve his horrible accent.

Senpai please notice me.

Score: 1000

[User]
"Ah, yes, I am an excellent chef!" roared Kingsley with a wide grin on his face, "I'm likely the best in the school, and the only member of the cooking club. And as a matter of fact, I have cooked something recently. It's cooling now, and you can smell it from here. A delicious pot pie."

Kingsley certainly wasn't above bragging, though the statement was by no means a stretch. Most of the students at this school seemed more concerned with fighting than anything else, after all. Even the real chefs seemed to phone it in when it came to school lunches. Regardless, there were other things that interested Kingsley.

"But I would like to hear more about 'Boxermania'. It sounds like an interesting event, and I honestly don't do much here besides cook. Perhaps I could cater or something. Maybe that would help to dispel the rumors that I'm some sort of demon king, too."

"That's right... if they just taste my food, I'm certain that they will understand! Kingsley Sovereign is just a chef. A very good chef who can fight, but a chef none the less."

[Assistant]
The Boxing Club

Yes, all was going well. Kurosawa Misaki now had more muscle to set up and entertain with a few No Disqualification Matches and now was going to get catering. And, just as Kingsley said, the aroma pot pie was in fact just starting to enter the room. Oh, it did smell lovely. Yes, this was going to be a mutualistic opportunity for both the cheerleader and the chef. Misaki glanced towards the chef and gave a smile as she tilted her head to the left.

"It would be wonderful if you were to cater!" Misaki declared as she clasped her hands together and held them just to the side of her left cheek. She then released the grip she had from her hands and brought them back to her sides. "As for Boxermania, it is the entertainment match of, pretty much all semesters. It is where champions are made and where they engage in the pinnacle of competition! Each contestant, seeking to display their might and prowess and win the hearts of the crowd! It is full of blood, sweat and tears!" Misaki clenched her right hand into a fist as she shook it. A single tear dramatic rolled down her cheek as if it was rehearsed. Which it was, crying on cue was an absolutely important part for increasing tension. "Witnessing such paragons in the ring, over a variously styled matches, is truly beautiful. And having a culinary platter that reflects the sheer dedication and majesty of the event, would be appreciated."

Misaki kept a decent lull, mostly for dramatic effect. Then she moved onto the next matter.""Say, if you aren't busy, would you want to help set up for it? Gotta warn you though, you'd be getting up really early for that." Misaki rolled her shoulders around. "Anyway, I'll get Roy to help out in hammering out the exact details for catering. Anything you'd particularly want to serve?" This Boxermania was going to be grand, Misaki could feel it. And she knew that the crowd was going to feel the raw hype from it.

[User]
Kingsley's eyes flickered with manly passion as he listened to the cheerleader's explanation of Boxermania. The pilot light inside the weary chef came ablaze, and he nodded excitedly. This was why he still cooked, despite missing an ingredient! Finally, he'd found a purpose. And that purpose was Boxermania.

"It sounds fantastic! Of course I'll help with set-up," he said, his deep voice booming menacingly despite there being absolutely no malice in his words, "But before we decide on a menu, it's important to note my ability and how it will contribute to the event. When I prepare food, qualities of the creatures being prepared are given to the eater. For instance, if I prepared rabbit, the eater would become more agile and be able to jump higher and hear better. In that case, if we can come up with a menu to highlight the contestant's strengths, I think that we could have the most amazing battles in Boxermania history!"

Kingsley pounded his fist into his hand in excitement. To some, it likely looked like he was threatening the cheerleader. He wasn't, but his smile was slightly terrifying.

"But I don't know as much about this club as you, so if you could tell me which meats would be of use, I can come up with the specific dishes from there. I'm also open to requests, of course. By the way, only up to three effects can be active at once. It will be important to choose wisely with this in mind."

[Assistant]
Kagetora Rumble - 10.00 AM

"Are we ready for the Rumble?" Akiko asked.

She was in her room in the A class dorms. It was quite spacious and decorated to her liking. In several chairs scattered around the room sat several Coalition members, some of which came from the A class dorms and the rest had come from a large portal which covered all of one wall of her room. It was directly connected to Gabriel's room, him being the captain of the Going Home club, he was well suited to bringing them together.

The portal was the handiwork of twins from Akiko's own club, they could open portals wherever they wanted and whenever they wanted but only to each other.

"Give us a second." Gabriel said.

He was leaning over the shoulder of another student nearby, one from his club. The curtains in her room were drawn of course, for his convenience.

"It's connected." The student said.

In front of Akiko, several screens flickered to life showing video footage from the eyes of several people who seemed to be in class at that moment. But there was one main screen which she was focused on now. She pulled on a headset and spoke.

"We're online, everybody. Look sharp." She said.

Several of the perspectives on the screen jumped a little.

"I have to thank you for making this possible, Juri-san, Kurosaki-san." She said.

Yes, this network of screens was only possible due to the unique powers the coalition possessed. Juri-san was from her own club, and her power was called 'Psycho-Spider'. Basically it was a collection of spider themed psychic powers with several interesting characteristics. The one she was using now was a sort of telekinesis web. She connected telepathically to a network of other minds meaning she would be able to communicate with all of them at once if she so wished. The downside was that it acted like a real web so if a certain student was rendered unconscious, she might lose contact with many students at once.

Kurosaki was from the Going Home club, and his ability was to gain access to any kind of network no matter what it was. Digital, social or even mental like Juri's spider web. But he isn't able to change anything, only access it and use it. He was using his power now to digitally integrate Juri's network so they could observe and command the Coalition even though they couldn't be in the battle.

Juri's web encompassed all of the Occult Research club and key members of the Science and the Going Home clubs.

"We need a visual on the Student Council." Gabriel said, also donning a headset. "Velstar, that's you're cue."

"O-okay!" A nervous voice said from one of the screens. The frame it came from started to move.

"Meruis, back him up, he may need it." Akiko finished.

---

"We welcome you." Alphonse said, bowing.

Their guests had arrived now, they'd come in early because they needed some time to get the CEO's father ready before the main event started.

"Yes, thank you." The man himself said, walking over to him.

They were at the front school gates and the venue was on the other side of the school, sort of near the dorms. Another car pulled up, and out came their biggest concern. Some bodyguards came out with him but he doubted they would be enough. That's why the student council was acting as personal escorts, and they all had jobs to do.

Maxwell and Sota would make up the vanguard. They were to guard the old man and obscure his vision by way of numbers mostly. Augur was to be their scout and their assassin. He would be nearby, looking ahead and taking out all threats he could. Alphonse was going to be their main fighting power. He had the most direct combat skill and if need be he could take out threats before they got close.

"Please, step this way." He said.

[User] Meruis nodded, "Feel free to move in Velstar, I'll cover you." He said as he made his way over. He also materialized a spear of ice into existence next to himself as he moved. Best to have at least one spell prepared just in case. Enemies were supposed to be everywhere in this rumble deal. Anyone not from his faction he was supposed to attack on sight. He wondered why exactly they needed to watch the student council but didn't question it too much. He was confident in the abilities of his superiors, and this should be a good chance to test out his skills.

[Assistant]
There were rumors floating around the school halls regarding the arrival of a VIP guest. An important figurehead, so important in fact that members of the Student Council were assigned to meet and greet him. Many theories surfaced about his identity, some far fetched, while others slightly more grounded. The Student Council didn't seem to be that secretive about the matter, but they didn't make any announcements either. Of course, that was none of Raymond's concerns. He had bigger issues to deal with, specifically The Rumble. The Kagetora Rumble. He enlisted with the hopes of actually improving himself over the course of one week. How stupid of him. An entire week went by in a couple of seconds, or at least that's how it seemed to the angry blonde. Ray was given no chance to train, and he was so accustomed to exercising senseless violence on people that his social skills were below zero. So, he spent most of his time in his dorm room, trying to figure out a strategy, and playing different battle scenarios in his head. Definitely not a healthy way to pass the time.

His room was pretty tidy, which was very unexpected of him. He shared his bunk beds with another person, but he was only around when it was time to sleep. His clothes were nicely folded, while he was sporting his white, silk pajamas. Pacing back and forth in exasperation, Raymond noticed his hands were getting clammy. He would never admit it, but he was actually nervous, more nervous than he's ever been in his entire life. He wasn't looking to win the tournament, but he had to at least win one fight and judging by the participants, that was not gonna be an easy task. Most, if not all, specialized at long range attacks. Getting close to them without resolving to take a few hits was gonna be nearly impossible.

Letting out a soft sigh, he threw a look at the clock and decided it was time for him to leave his dorm. He dressed himself up in a pair of black sweatpants and a white t-shirt - his makeshift battle attire, opting for functionality instead of theatrics, and then exited the dorm, making his way to the Arena.

[User]
Once again, the morning sun had deprived a little extra bit of sleep from what Trinh desperately needed to begin the day. From what Trinh understood, the day was supposed to be a school event, where all could participate. Those who didn't could simply stay in their rooms. The latter sounded like a good plan to him.

Trinh rolled over, checked his room, then peaked out to the hallway. He then rolled back into bed, threw the sheets back on, and went back into his state of torpor. It didn't take long for Trinh to begin snoring.


[System]
EDITED: Ok, now I'm home, I can post the full Character.
Gender: Male

Age: 16

Appearance:

Personality: Lucas is a little quiet around new people at first, usually keeping to himself. However, if he does befriend someone, he will risk his life to protect them.

Quirk/power: My Body is a Weapon! (Almost called it My Body is Ready! lol)
Lucas's quirk allows him to transform any part of his body into any kind of weapon he wishes, though he usually prefers to change his arms into blades or laser cannons. He can also put his arms or legs together to form a bigger version of the weapons, as well as adding his legs in if he's in the air, for a giant cannon. However, doing so shreds any clothing covering his arms or legs, as his clothes do not transform with him. The only exception to this, is his Hero outfit, seen in the appearance pic, as it's specially designed to transform with his body. He can utilize the blast from the cannons to launch himself in any direction he wishes.

Flaw: Firing the cannons, or any other ammo-consuming weapon takes up his own energy, depending on how big the cannon is. The bigger the cannon, the greater the firepower, but also greater energy consumption. Single arm/leg cannon/mouth cannon = 10 shots. Small shoulder cannons = 20 shots. Combining both arms into a single cannon/chest cannon = 5 shots. Combining both arms and both legs into a giant cannon = 1 shot. When he uses up all his energy, he will pass out from exhaustion. If he tries push on through the exhaustion and fire more times, he could kill himself. However, over time, with enough training, he can improve the energy consumption of his cannons, or his overall energy pool through stamina training. However, there is no downside to using his blades, or other melee weapons, other than his arms getting sore from prolonged use.

Reason why they want to be a hero/bio: Ever since he was a child, Lucas had always wanted to be a hero and save people, wondering what his quirk would be. Until one day during class, he sneezed. However, it wasn't any ordinary sneeze. As he sneezed, his mouth and nose turned into a laser cannon and blasted a hole through his desk, and about three floors of the school. Since then, the kids would tease him and call him Laser Face, and he hated it. Until one day, one of the kids was almost crushed by a falling rock, and Lucas blasted it away. From then on, he was called Laser Face not in a teasing, taunting way, but an endearing way. Later on he found out how his quirk actually worked, and the possibilities it held, and began training both his body, and practicing his quirk, so he could get into UA, the best academy for people wanting to become heroes, and even though he rarely turned his mouth into a cannon anymore, sticking to his arms mainly, the name Laser Face stuck with him throughout the rest of his school days, until he left for UA.

Favorite hero: Gunhead

Skills: Along with his quirk, Lucas also took martial arts to be able to fight without his quirk as well as better fight with the blades.

[User] The crisp, summer air hit down on the concrete before all of UA High school's large campus. Outside, three of the new teachers kept the press away from the entrance so that the new entrants wouldn't have nearly as much of a problem getting in. They struggled against the large bands of tape set up to keep them out by the hero: cellophane, alumni happy to welcome new heroes into the school. Growling angrily to make sure no one tries anything was a man standing in a cameo military uniform, holding a powerful rifle in his hand, his left eye like a target, the right with a large pupil. This was the one and only Deadshot, the hero with the best aim in the world. Finally, standing more to welcome the new heroes-to-be was the legendary number one hero in all his fame and pride, standing proud and tall: Deku!. As the three awaited the new students they would happily welcome them in with a 'congratulations on making it in!' or 'good luck' with the occasional pat on the back. As each student filed into their classes, the press backed off knowing what would happen if they tried to force their way in. Those of the Hero would be making their way there, dressed in the newly ironed uniforms, taking in the large building, now ready to meet their fellow classmates. The room was large, open with a perfect square of desks neatly set up for students to sit in. There appeared to be far more seats than the class would actually consist of. Before them was a podium that would be used for a teacher to stand up and teach the students. There was no teacher to be seen, however, and as such, the chalkboard that read: "find a seat" could be seen right behind the podium. And so the first class of UA was going to begin.

[Assistant] Lucas looked around, taking in the sights as he approached the entrance. He then searched for his classroom and, upon entering, found it to be empty. "Huh, guess I'm the first one here. I figured more people would have been excited and gotten here early, like me." he said to himself. He saw the sign saying to find a seat and decided to pick one in a corner, near the window. He wondered who their teacher would be, as well as who else would be in his class with him, and what their quirks would be like.

[User]
Haley walked between the hordes of the press rubbing one of her shoulders as she was fairly embarrassed from all the attention. She briefly looked at Deadshot and almost couldn't contain her excitement, if it were not for the crowds of people with cameras and microphones she might have squealed with joy. As she walked towards the gates of the UA High school her excitement started to show in her movements, he walk had changed into a slight skip.

Then as the gates passed over her head and there was nothing obscuring her vision of the massive UA complex her eyes actually began to water. I've made it! I am actually here! She squealed quietly to herself so she could vent some of her excitement, she slowly calmed down as she made her way to the changing rooms. She was happy finding that the uniforms had long sleeves, but less so about the short skirts. She was glad that she brought a thick pair of her own leggings. she was shy about her body even tho her parents strive to convince her otherwise.

After changing it was finally time, she was walking up on the door to her classroom and she was kind of nervous. Don't worry Haley you got this! I'm sure they'll be friendly! I hope. She slides the door open and only sees one kid sitting up the back, oh. She smiles and gives a small wave. "Hi." She can't help but feel like she needs to say more but can't think of anything, she then looks at the board and then takes a seat on the very right of the second row of chairs. I wonder where the teacher is.

[Assistant]
Seth let out a yawn as he walked towards AU. He had been up all night helping his dad work on a client's car. She had wanted the car ready by next month, but her son was being deployed early and wanted to know if the car could be done today. His dad assured her that the car would be and told Seth to head to bed while he finished up. However, Seth protested and said the two of them could finish a whole lot faster. His dad thanked him and the two worked on the car until 3 AM before they decided the small amount the needed to do could wait till tomorrow.

The next morning Seth helped his dad with the little remaining work before he headed off to AU. He was so tired that he didn't notice the oil and grease on his hands, arms, pants, and a small line of oil on his right cheek. He let out another yawn as he passed by a group of reporters that was heckling some of the students heading into AU. They paid him no mind until they saw him turn and head inside the Academy grounds. They tried to get his attention, but because of his noise canceling headphones blaring rock music. He didn't hear them call to him.

He saw where the students were heading and soon followed them. He walked into the class room and looked around. He narrowed his eyes to focus them on the chalk board until he could read the words.

"Guess we get to choose our seats," He said to himself before he yawned again. He maneuvered his duffle bag's strap on his shoulder and loud clangs could be heard inside of it. He then proceeded towards the back of the room and took a seat. He placed the duffle bag on the ground causing more metal clangs before he placed his head on his arms and started to fall asleep.

[User] Lucas almost jumped when someone suddenly came into the room. He turned to see a girl walk in, look at him, and say Hi. He stared, dumbfounded for a bit, thinking Wow, this girl is cute... Then he shook himself out of his thoughts and, turning slightly red, said "H-Hi!" and waived back to her. Good one Lucas, now she probably thinks you're a creep for staring at her. Just then, someone else came barging in, covered in grease, and making a racket, before picking a seat and dozing off. He took a deep breath and got up from his seat. If he was going to be a hero, he had to get over his shyness. And what better way, than talking to a cute girl? He slowly made his way toward her seat, nervous. When he finally reached her he took a deep breath and said "Umm, hello again. M-my name is Lucas Buki, p-pleased to meet you!" He took a bow, and whacked his head on her desk.

[Assistant]
Izayoi Kageyama

It was an...odd feeling, being back in a public school after so many years of home tutoring. Well, this wasn't exactly a 'public school', in the strictest terms of the definition...more like a Private Academy, but the feelings still stood! Izayoi Kageyama made his way to the designated classroom, his lithe form smoothly avoiding collision against rushing students as they fought to make their way to their classes before the 'tardy bell'. Honestly, he found the entire situation somewhat amusing...most of 'em had spent at least five minutes outside, gawking at the Academy building, so he didn't really see why they decided to pick up the pace as soon as they actually entered the school...but eh, it wasn't really his business, was it?

Idly, the teenage hero ran a pale hand through his shaggy head of black hair, shaking the organized chaos with a flick of the wrist, before bringing his hand back down into his pocket. The school uniform was a bit annoying, but nothing that he hadn't expected - the slacks were slim on his long legs, and he knew that the blazer and shirt/tie combo complimented it well, so it wasn't too much of an eyesore. Still, Golden eyes twitched slightly in faux annoyance, Gray? Why such a muted color?

So focused on his thoughts, that Izayoi hadn't even noticed that he'd reached the classroom until he almost slammed face-first into the wooden door. Thankfully, reflexes kicked in, and he swiftly side-stepped the broad side, twisting the knob with a quick flick of the wrist and neatly stepping through the entrance. Surprisingly enough, there weren't many students inside - only a few...one girl, and two dudes, it seemed. Izayoi's calm, sharp gaze quietly flitted between the three, taking in everything he could see on the exterior.

The girl seemed pretty relaxed, all things considered, and the boy currently talking to her had just...hit his head on her desk? Izayoi's stoic demeanor threatened to break, so he quickly turned his attention to the other guy, unable to stop the slow, amused smirk that had fallen onto his lips. The ginger boy seemed much more in control than the black-haired one, that's for sure. He also seemed to have a lot of grease and oil covering his body...probably from working on vehicles before coming to the Academy today? There was quite a bit of it, too.

Alright then, the least he could do was help the guy out, right? No one probably told him that he was covered with grease. Kinda screwed up.

"Yo." Izayoi greeted the girl and boy - that was currently in the opposite corner of the room. He gave them a friendly wink, his amused smirk only growing as he eyed the two. "You should probably get that forehead checked out, man." He tossed his bag over his shoulder, heading towards the ginger boy on calm, casual footsteps. Once he reached the dude's desk, he leaned back on the desk behind him, dropping his bag on the floor and letting out a relaxed sigh.

"Ah...feels good to sit. Anyways, quick tip," Izayoi blinked his eyes, leaning forward a bit. One slender hand rose to point at the boy's face.

"You have oil on your cheek." His smirk turned into a crooked half-grin.

[User]
Haley smiled as her wave was returned and had been looking back at the board when she saw another boy enter the room. She didn't look for too long tho she could still notice the grease on him. Is that really how he's going to show up on his first day? She shrugs the looks back at the board.

Then she hears the sound of a chair moving and turns around to see the first boy walking over to her desk. She internally panics slightly but still manages to greet him with a smile. She can feel his embarrassment and this both gives her confidence and makes her smile get a little wider. "It's nice to meet you to Lucas. My name is Ha---." She was cut off by the abrupt thud of the boys head on her desk. She couldn't contain her giggling.

Her gaze had shifted back to the newest boy as he verbally poked the boy who had face checked her desk. She then looked down at Lucas with a soft smile. "The name is Haley. Are you alright down there?" She had stopped herself from giggling not wanting to embarrass the boy more.

[Assistant] "Y-yes. I'm fine." he said, standing straight and rubbing his forehead, which was now red from hitting it. "I-I'm sorry, I'm just usually shy meeting new people, especially cute girls." he blurted out. He then realized what he said and turned as red as his forehead. Crap! Why did I say that last part!? I am such an idiot! "I-I'm going to go back to my seat now." he said, slumping over as if he just lost an important battle, or failed an important test, shuffling back to his seat.


[System]
Appearance: A powerfully built muscular woman at 5'10. She has pale white skin and dark black, military cut hair. Corina has hard, jagged facial features, and is often confused to be scowling when she isn't. Overall, a quite intimidating appearance.

Rarely found wearing anything other than military wear.

Age: 28
Race: Wildtype
Citizenship: Horizon

Personality: A strong willed career soldier that rarely lets her emotions get the best of her. Corina has a great respect for authority and power, and is obedient to a fault. When given a command by a superior, her only thoughts are of the strategic and tactical ramifications of the order. Orders in a morally grey area tend to haunt her, though Corina will carry them out anyways. Over the years she's developed a reputation as one of the best soldiers around.

Away from the battlefield, Corina is not much different. She is often viewed as cold and mechanical. Many find her difficult to talk to, as she rarely lets personal sentiments get in the way of her role as a soldier. However, those that have been by her side in battle typically find that she is somewhat friendlier towards them, and will occasionally go out of her way to help them if they need help.

History: Corina's grandfather and great-grandfather fought in the Race Wars for the Federation, starting large military family that has served both the Federation and Horizon. Her mother, a soldier following in Corina's grandfather's footsteps, and her father, once a small-time politician within the Federation, defected to Horizon once the Quantums ended their period of slavery, along with other members of her family. Corina's nuclear family was raised entirely in Horizon.

The youngest of four, Corina was the only sibling to follow the family military tradition. The military life suited her, and Corina quickly became an excellent foot soldier. During her time on the ground, Corina was often stationed in unstable areas within Horizon and tasked with containing those rare racially-charged violent conflicts in the nation.

Theme Song:
This.

Cog: Farfalla
Physical Description:

More or less what you see here, except painted in a black and grey digital camo pattern and minus the "wings" on the back. Maybe they could be thrown on later?

Tactical role: All-around Support
Evaluation:

* Cog Score: 7
* Pilot Skill: 8
* Mental Fortitude: 9
* Obedience: 10

Weapon/Equipment/Special Systems List:

* Arm-Mounted Multi-Purpose Weapon System, or the AMMP for short. The AMMP has two parts: the left arm, which deals in Mass Weaponry, and the right arm, which utilizes beam technology.
* AMMP-L: The left arm has three firing modes. The first is a high caliber, medium ranged heavy rifle that deals a high damage output. A single round could destroy a moderately armored target, but the drawback of the rifle firing mode is that it has an incredibly slow rate of fire, at just 10 rounds per minute. The second firing mode is a small caliber, extremely high rate of fire machine gun, limited by its short range, relatively weak stopping power, and tendency to overheat if fired continuously. The machine gun fires at almost 2500 rounds per minute, achieved by utilizing four separate barrels firing in tandem. The final firing mode is a grenade launcher that operates at medium range. The travel time of the grenade launcher is very long, so enemy movement must be predictable in order to be used effectively. The grenade launcher can fire standard high explosive grenades, smoke grenades, or incendiary grenades.
* AMMP-R: The right arm has only two fire modes, similar to the first two of AMMP-L. The first fire mode is a high caliber cannon, similar to the rifle on AMMP-L, except it fires at 15 rounds per minute. The second is a machine gun similar to that on the AMMP-L as well, firing at 1500 rounds per minute and utilizing three different barrels.
* Anti-beam Multi-Mech Field: An anti-beam field that can effectively shield up to two mechs in addition to Farfalla, but they must remain at close range. At full power it has negative effects on Farfalla's firepower and movement speed, but not much.
* Missile defense sytem: Launches high intensity flares in an attempt to redirect missiles.
* Heavily armored in order to sustain large amounts of damage. Makes Farfalla somewhat slow moving, but used in tandem with the thrusters allows Farfalla to take hits for allies.
* High intensity thrusters that can be used in very short bursts.

 Wishlist:

* AMMP shield attachment: AMMP-L would be able to lay down a front-facing wall of armor, while AMMP-L would be able to deploy a front-facing anti-beam shield that can be used for additional cover.
* Farfalla's wings: While not strictly "wings," they would be vertical thrusters that allow Farfalla to take to the air and hover for a period of time.
* A reaaaally long list of various upgrades made to AMMP and the thrusters and such.

[User]
Arienne didn't have time to marvel at the carrier. She saw the black cog and all her doubts went away. Her face broke into a silent and large snarl of a smile.

Before Dr. Alberton could speak, Arienne (having participated in plenty of zero-g hunts through asteroid fields and derelict spacecraft) kicked off towards her 'ideal' cog. She marveled at the sleekness, the stealthiness and speed that the cog seemed to exude.
She steadied herself against the face of the black cog, holding on with both hands and staring at the visor in rapt impatience.

...

"You and I... We are going to have some great hunts together!"

[Assistant]
Corina had had a little zero-g experience before, but not much. Being a foot soldier, Corina felt out of her element in space; it occurred to her that that was going to have to change quickly or else she would not have a very good time on this assignment. Within moments, she grasped the basics of zero-g movement and maneuvered relatively well.

She did her best to pay attention to Dr. Alberton's briefing, but lost focus as the well-intentioned scientist began to ramble. Her eyes wandered, making contact with the black and grey colossus that was her cog. Like Arienne, Corina moved away from Pharazon and Dr. Alberton, immediately lost in the titan's features; it didn't take her long to identify the various weapons systems and functions of the cog. At a glance, it spoke for itself; two big guns, high intensity shields, and heavy armor. It was a powerful, enduring soldier, just like Corina. And she already had a name for it: Farfalla. The Butterfly. The name exuded the elegance and grace Corina saw within the cog.

Corina managed to avert her gaze long enough to lock eyes with Pharazon and Dr. Alberton. She gave a slight affirmative nod, indicating her approval and commitment to the cog project, and to her own cog.

[User]
Arienne floats over and settles next to Corina with arms crossed, also staring up at Farfalla.

"Hmm... quite the tank this one."
Turning towards Corina, "I hope I can count on your protection from now on. If mine is as quick as it looks, then hopefully I wont need, but you never know."

[Assistant]
Chie mostly tuned out her father's explanations. She had already heard them, read any materials they produced on piloting, and then read them again once more just to be sure. And then seen her COG multiple times by this point. However, as she watched all the other pilots look up at their machines in awe, she couldn't help but feel a bit smug. Not only had she seen the COGs time and time again, but she also had the best out of all of them. In the tiny girl's mind, there was no question that she was piloting the absolute greatest of all the machines. With a rather arrogant smile, she strolled over to take position in front of the large hulk of a machine that was 'Boom'.

"Your COGs are fine, and all," she began, folding her arms over her chest as she spoke in a rather haughty tone, "But there's no question that my Boom is the greatest out of them all. Whatever yours can do, anything she can do is just plain better! She might not be suited towards close combat, but it's not like she'll ever have to fight anyone up close! She's got cluster missile launchers located in her chest, six on each side, and that's not all! Her shoulders are also full of missiles, at a farther range too! And she can use a rocket rifle, or a laser rifle!"

Moving her hands from her chest to her hips, Chie let out a small laugh. The little blond girl was supremely confident in her COG, that was for sure. "Hu hu hu~ You might as well not have bothered showing up, Boom is the best COG here!"

[User]
Pharazon saw Corina's nod of approval and returned an expressionless nod of acknowledgment. Pharazon also noticed Arienne's fascination with her cog, which relieved Pharazon who suspected that Corina and Arienne may have had misgivings about the project. Such misgivings no longer seemed to be a concern.

"Ah, Ch-Chie, e-even if your cog is great, p-please try to be more more respectful of your comrades," Dr. Alberton said in a deflated fashion.

Pharazon tried simply to ignore the Albertons altogether, "If you don't have any questions, then you have twelve hours of free time to unpack, explore the carrier, or catch up on sleep to get a head-start in aligning your biological clocks with Universal Space Time if you didn't get a chance to do so at the Space Elevator. A map of the ship has been sent to your personal drive accounts along with a fleet encyclopedia, which should be useful if you are confused about terminology or protocol. You have free access to all parts of the ship. For the time being, the Bridge and Engine Room are open as well so you may explore those locations if you wish. Usually, you shouldn't go to those places if you have no business being there, but..." Pharazon looked at Dr. Alberton, expecting him to explain why such protocol-breaching levels of freedom had been granted.

Dr. Alberton jumped in, "Ah yes, well since the cogs are based on your personalities, it is hypothesized that if any strong forces were present to change or alter your personality, way of thinking or decision-making processes, your ability to pilot optimally may be negatively impacted. A decision was made to give as much freedom and flexibility to the pilots as possible as long as it did not compromise the mission or jeopardize the safety of others. This is also why you were not subjected to professional military training."

Pharazon's eyes lingered on Chie for a fraction of a second too long when Dr. Alberton said his last remark. "And there you have it," Pharazon concluded, "If you would like to talk to me, I'll be in my office in the Barracks."

[Assistant]
Arienne turns to Chie with a smile,
"Yes, Boom does look very strong indeed. I hope you will leave a few enemies for us to deal with or else I'll get bored on the battlefield."

Then she kicks off from Farfalla and lands near Pharazon and Dr. Alberton.
"Lieutenant Commander, when will we be debriefed on our cogs? Can I start now? I wont take it out for a run or anything, but may I sit in the cockpit and familiarize myself with the controls and systems?"

[User] "Why, yes you can," Pharazon replied to Arienne's question. Pharazon came as close to 'beaming' as their generally expressionless demeanor would allow, pleased to see such professional enthusiasm. "You can see catwalks that lead right up to your cogs' cockpits. At the end of the catwalk is a diagnostics console. Consult it for more information on your cogs, and let the console scan your drives to gain entry into your cogs. Now each cog is unique from what I can tell, so what you find inside may differ from mine, but my cockpit lets me run practice simulations, so I'm assuming that yours' will also."

[Assistant]
Corina folded her arms, nodding at Arienne. "That's what I do best. Just keep me from being outmaneuvered and I'll keep you from being outgunned," she replied with a slight smirk. She had good feelings about this project, her cog, and even about Arienne. Everything seemed to be falling into place perfectly, and Corina fit right in.

She restrained a wince as Chie rambled on about how she had the best cog. Unfortunately, Corina may have jumped the gun on that one: almost everything fell into place perfectly. The girl was still proving to be a handful, and at some point somebody was going to have to start babysitting her. Pharazon didn't seem remotely interested in the task, and it was Corina's opinion that Dr. Alberton was astoundingly underqualified. Arienne seemed to be handling the girl well enough, but too often Arienne's attempt at light chat with Chie was taken as patronization.

Corina sighed quietly. She had often been an anchor for squads and units she had been assigned to, be it mentally or emotionally. Her mental fortitude and unwavering nature saw to that. More often than not, teammates relied on the consistency of Corina's mechanical personality that allowed her to deliver so well in battle. But how did that combat dynamic play out when a child was involved? There was a lot of work to be done before these four could even begin to call themselves a functioning Lance.

With Pharazon's dismissal, Corina decided she would follow Arienne in the familiarization of her cog. She made her way up to the catwalk leading to Farfalla and began to analyze the various information detailed on the diagnostics console, taking in the information and beginning to turn Farfalla's strengths and weaknesses into tactical strategies in her head.

[User]
Arienne thought about getting into her cog, but decided that she would save it for her maiden test flight; to make it all the more special. Instead she spent a few minutes downloading the information from the diagnostics console. Over the next 12 hours, she will parse through and learn all there was to know about her new cog.

Before heading back to her quarters to sort through her luggage and settle in, Arienne floats over to Corina at her own diagnostics console.
"Lieutenant, do you spar? If so, it would be great to have a sparring partner and work out sometime."

[Assistant] Corina looked up from the console. She mentally shelved Farfalla and the relevant data she had been going over to focus on the conversation. She turned to Arienne, "I'm no stranger to the sparring ring. If what they say about cogs reflecting our personalities is really true, then it's clear to see that you and I have very different styles, so it'd be an interesting match." Corina caught her tone sounding dismissive; she straightened herself out slightly before apologizing, "Sorry if I seem disinterested. I'm a little distracted right now with everything this console is telling me." Corina motioned awkwardly at the console. "In any case, I could use a sparring partner. People in the PDF were sick of sparring with me. Something about being a wall of muscle."


[System]
Aliases: Kylo Ren

Lightsaber: Ben started out with any typical Jedi's blue saber, but changed to his red crossguard once he became Snoke's apprentice and began training with the First Order.

Fears: Ben is terrified of not being as strong as his grandfather Darth Vader, but he tries not to let anyone see that.

Strengths: Solo has incredible roots with the Force and regularly uses it on unsuspecting Jedis to learn their secrets.

Bio: Ben Solo was born to General Han Solo and Princess Leia Organa. As a young boy, Ben often felt alone and abandoned due to his parents' titles and how busy they seemed to always be. Being in this family, Ben quickly found he was incredibly strong with the Force and his mother requested he be sent to his uncle Luke Skywalker to train in the ways of the Jedi. Supreme Leader Snoke had also noticed Ben's strength and inner turmoil and fought to turn the jedi in training to the dark side. One night when Ben was asleep, he awoke to see Skywalker with his lightsaber pointed at Ben and that's when he snapped. He murdered his fellow Jedis and left to join Snoke with the First Order, quickly taking on the alias of Kylo Ren. Today, Ben is the Supreme Leader of the dark side and seeks to follow in his grandfather's footsteps.

Other: Ben has been finding himself drawing closer to a young Jakkuvian scavenger named Rey, the two often force bonding with one another when they're alone. Rey has slowly been helping Ben break away from Snoke's grasp, but can she bring him back to the light or will he get her to surrender to the dark side?

[User] Fourteen year old Ben sat by himself in the back of the ship as he watched out the window, his breathing deep and slow. He knew his uncle was set to train him, but he wasn't sure what all was in store. "Here goes nothing..." He muttered as the ship started to descend, seeing his uncle standing nearby with a young blonde girl. Ben raised an eyebrow curiously as he stood and made his way to the front of the ship, the door falling open with a loud thump as it hit the ground. The boy's brown eyes locked on the two as he slowly walked off the ship, wary of the blonde before him. "Hello, uncle." He spoke softly as he walked over to Luke, his dark hair blowing in the wind. He turned his gaze to Odette and gave her a soft nod, his lightsaber swinging slightly from his belt. "Ben Solo. Nice to meet you." He extended a hand to the girl, glancing over at his uncle as he did so. "Will she be training with us?" He asked softly, taken a bit by surprise. This was the one thing Luke had failed to mention to him before his arrival.

[Assistant]
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Odette continued to watch in curiosity as the ship landed. Soon the ramp to the ship was down and the expected boy began walking out. At his look her way, she felt a little uncomfortable from some unknown reason, turning her gaze from him. The boy hadn't even said a word to her, so why did she feel that way? Perhaps it was the curious and wary look in his expression that made her so sheepish. She looked up to her master and standing on her tip toes went to ask him something quietly as the lad began walking down the ramp, "Is his family not going to come out to greet you, Master?"

Luke chuckled and placed a hand on her shoulder, whispering softly back to her, "No. It has already been discussed. His parents stayed behind and he came on his own. We wish to get the boy settled in quickly so that tomorrow his training can begin. They wanted a quick goodbye to allow him to do so and that means him taking the journey here on his own." The old man approached the boy, meeting him half way as the boy said his own greeting. Luke's greeting was more warm, drawing him in a hug, smiling down at him, "It's good to see you, Ben." Luke said with a smile and a nod. He could tell with one look at his nephew that the boy was apprehensive about everything that was in store. He felt sympathy for the boy being away from his family for the first time. But, he understood his sister's worries and why she wanted her son to stay with him and be trained. He was sure that sooner or later the boy would grow use to all this and hopefully come to enjoy training. After all, training at first and leaving everything behind was never easy. It hadn't been easy for him when he had left Tatooine and it hadn't been easy for young Odette to be left here either. Yet, after the initial sadness and worries, he had come to enjoy his Jedi training, and so had Odette the longer she was here.

Ben had looked to the young girl behind Luke, the girl looking to him with nervous blue eyes, though appraoched when she was adressed, shaking his hand, "Hello. It's a pleasure to meet you."

It seemed Odette was just as nervous about all this as Ben. This made him chuckle a little. The girl was so sheltered here, having living here with him for most of her life, she hadn't seen another person besides himself in many years, so seeing another person was probably intimidating and exciting for the girl all in one. At Ben's question, he nodded in response, "This is Odette Kenobi." The girl looked liek a deer in headlights as she looked from her master to the boy, though Luke placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, "She has been training here with me for a few years now. I have a feeling she can surely help you get adjusted here and maybe even help you to understand some of the basics of the Force in your time together."

Odette looked up to her master in confusion, as he hadn't mentioned that to her before. She was going to helping with this boy? But, she was still in training herself. Yet, she supposed what he was doing here did make sense. She was close to the boy's age so perhaps he would be more comfortable that way. And it wasn't like she was actually going to be teaching him. More of a peer tutor she supposed.

Luke looked to Ben once more, "We will start with training tomorrow young padawan. Today we will rest and allow you to get accustomed to your surroundings." He looked to Odette and nodded to her, "Lead him to our home. I will go fetch some things for dinner tonight."

"Yes Master." She said shyly and quietly, giving a nod and then looked to Ben, nodding for him to follow her, walking back into the woods, hopping over the fallen trees and ducking under branches, just as she had done on the way to the clearing. Soon they had come upon a clearing smaller than the one Ben's ship had landed in. In this clearing was a small hut of a house and on the side of the house was a small garden where they grew their food. It was a simple and self sustaining life, one that had done she and Master Luke well. And now would be the life Ben would live until further arrangements were made by Luke, "I know it's small and not much." Odette stated quietly, glancing over at Ben from over her shoulder, finally speaking since they had left Luke in that clearing, "But it works at keeping us safe and healthy. Luke spoke off possibly building another place, not too far off from this area. Where we could have more room to have other padawans come. We will have to one day after all, if we are to re-establish the new Jedi Order. But, until then, this is home."

[User] "Thank you, uncle." Ben's eyes scanned their surroundings as he nodded and followed along behind Odette, easily clearing the trees and branches without even blinking. "It's very nice." He spoke as he walked around the hut with his hands behind his back, gently nodding his head. "Excuse me for a moment." The boy stepped into the hut as he slid a hand down to his saber and unfastened it from his belt, setting it on the ground in the corner of the room. He pulled out a picture of his parents that he'd stored in his pocket before he left home, gulping slightly as he glanced down at it and walked back outside, part of him angry at Leia and Han for sending him off in the first place. He shook it off and stuffed the picture back in his pocket, his brown eyes locking on the girl once again. "So is there anything that needs to be done before we do anything else?" He asked lightly, his voice a little gruff even for his age.

[Assistant]
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Odette was a little suprised when Ben mentioned their home being 'very nice'. She would have expected someone from a war hero and a princess to have been a bit more uptight. But perhaps he was just being courteous. She knew most wouldn't think much of their small living arrangements. Despite what anyone else thought of this simple life, Odette enjoyed it. It was peaceful and gave her plenty of room to mediate and focus on the Force because there were no distractions. Not in a life like they lived anyway. She wouldn't trade this way of life for the world.

She gave him a moment as requested, allowing him to enter the hut and stay there on his own a moment, before she followed inside. When he looked to her and asked if anything needed to be done, she nodded in response, "I have to show you to your room." Walking through the small home, she made her way through the halls and to one of the few rooms in the home, opening up the door, "This will be your room. My room is next door. And Master Luke stays down the hall." She gestured to the back of the home, "That way is the kitchen and dinning area. As well as the meditation room."

She looked back to him and gave him her best smile, an attempt to cheer him up a little bit, sensing his unease,"It's not so bad here. I think you'll come to like it in time once you get used to things. For now, if you have any questions and Master Luke isn't around to answer them, you can ask me. I may not have all the answers, but maybe I can be a little helpful at the very least." She led him back to the front room of the small hut and looked to him once more, "Master look will be out gathering food for another hour or so. If you'd like we could take a walk around the surrounding area. There is a trail I always take. It's very quiet and peaceful, a perfect place for meditation and relaxing. Would you like to come along?"

[User] A soft smile appeared on Ben's face as he nodded in response to her inquiry, running a hand through his dark hair. "I'd like that very much. I'm right behind you." He watched her intently as he moved to grab his saber once again, clipping it back into place on his belt. "I don't know if I'll be needing this, but better safe than sorry." He explained, stepping back outside and extending a hand for Odette. "Shall we?" He asked lightly, his jaw clenching slightly as a pang of anger hit him, his dark and light battling against one another. Hopefully this Jedi training would defeat his inner darkness, but he could only hope and wait to see what happened.

[Assistant]
☾ ΟÐξΤΤξ ΚξΝΟβΙ ☽

After he agreed to join her and held out a hand to help her up, Odette's blue eyed gaze looked up to meet his, before she smiled and took his hand in hers, allowing him to help her up, "Thank you." With that, she made her way out of the hut and down the trail in silence. This was the trail she herself always took to the more peaceful and scenic areas, which were perfect for her meditation. Or in her rare free times, good for a hike to clear the mind. They got to a river that cut through the trail and with much practice she began walking across a fallen tree as though it were a bridge, until she reached the other side.

Now, just up ahead next to the trail, was a small lake with grassy areas all around. Once they had reached there, she let out a soft sigh and sat in the grass, criss crossed once again, closing her eyes. The wind lightly blew over them and air was fresh here, allowing her a peaceful and calming place to meditate. Though after a moment of sitting there like that in silence and taking deep breaths as she delved into the force, she felt something rather strong. A pulsing of...anger? She searched the Force, attempting to find the source, only to find it was coming from Ben. She opened her eyes and turned her head to look at him, though there was no scolding look or shock on her face, her voice coming as though she were merely stating simple facts, "You're still angry. I can feel it. It's almost smothering. So much so that anyone near you that is tuned to the force can feel it and be swallowed by the emotions themselves, blocking out any good feelings."

She took another deep breath and looked out to the lake, "I understand though. It's not easy, being forced to stay in a place you know nothing about and train to be something that many people thought and still think, are just myths. It leaves you sad. Angry. Bitter. To tell you the truth, I wasn't much different for a while in my first little while of being here. There was even times, when I was a little younger, that I would try to run away into the forest, just to get away from all the training. But, after realizing how hard it was out on my own, I was always come back, expecting to be yelled at or reprehended. Yet, Master Luke never did. He was always so calm and very forgiving, talking to me and trying to understand rather than making me feel bad about myself. He always tells me that compassion is the heart of a Jedi and that he tries to model that in everything he does. He's very wise."

Looking back over at him once more, she shrugged, "I suppose, what I'm trying to say is, it's okay to feel that way sometimes, to feel sad and angry. It's what makes you human. But, don't let it rule your life or ruin a new opportunity for you." She made an attempt to give him another smile, "Besides, in my opinion, I'd much rather feel compassion and happiness than anger or sadness any day."

She looked back to the lake, though there was a slightly amused look on her face now, knowing he probably wasn't expecting such a advice from someone younger than himself. Master Luke always said she was a very wise for her age, though she never got the chance to share such wisdom. It was nice, "Okay, my lecture is done. Now, why don't you sit down and give meditating a try. You might feel better after spending time in the Force."

[User] Ben sighed softly and sprawled out in the grass next to Odette, letting his eyes slide shut. "I might, but the anger is something more than just being sent here for training... I've felt it for years and it seems to be getting stronger as I get older." He slowly looked up at Odette as he spoke, letting a few blades of grass slide between his fingers. "I can't explain exactly what it is, though." A soft sigh left his mouth as he looked back up at the sky, the breeze blowing through his hair. "But boy, do I wish I could..." He trailed off and went quiet as he studied the clear blue sky above them, disappearing deep into his own thoughts.


[System]
@shadowcatcher

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"Nobody can stop you, only you can stand in your way!"

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Age:
16

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Gender:
Female

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Height/Weight:
5'6"/105 lbs

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Personality:
Shay is EXTREMELY friendly and outgoing. She loves to meet new people, sometimes foolishly so. She also loves the outdoors and traveling, as her family often goes on vacation to Hoen. Although she is outgoing, Shay tends to shy away in the face of danger, having lived in Hoen while Team Magma and Team Aqua were running wild. Also, if sombody asks about her family or past, she will instantly withdraw from the conversation.

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History:
Born in the Hoen Region, Shay lived a peaceful life on an island north of Mossdeep City.

When she turned 8, her and her family moved to Kalos. She instantly made new friends in Kalos, but never looked back at Hoen except when she was on vacation there. She always said "This is now, and I need to focus on it or I might get lost."

When she was 14 her mother gave her an egg as her birthday present. Her mother told her that that it would be a little piece of Hoen. when it hatched, Shay was delighted to see the baby skitty that was all hers. Having Skitty Inspired her to want to become a Pokemon Breeder.

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Dream/Goal:
Become a Pokemon Breeded.

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Preferred Starter:
Torchic

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Other:
1. Skitty:

Level: 10
Ability: Wonder Skin
Nature: Naive
Gender: Female
Moves: Sing, Zen Headbutt, Fake Out, Sucker Punch.
Bio: Shay had Skitty since she was an egg. Her mother gave her the egg for her 14
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 birthday. They spent more time playing together than battling, that's why Skitty is so low leveled.
Personality: Skitty is, just like Shay, very outgoing and friendly. She is always eager to make friends but sometimes ignores orders in battle because she doesn't want to hurt the other pokemon.

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2. Torchic

Level: 12
Ability: Blaze
Nature: Hasty
Gender: Male
Moves: Flame Burst, Night Slash, Low Kick, Sand Attack
Bio: Torchic lived on the Pokemon Reservation ever since he was an egg. One day a trainer named Shay came along and brought him on her journey.
Personality: Energetic and loving, Torchic matches Shay's style perfectly. He also loves to make friends just like Skitty, but unlike Skitty, he will obey in battle, excited to help Shay win.

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3. Eevee

Level: 7
Ability: Run Away
Nature: Sassy
Gender: Female
Moves: Baby-Doll Eyes, Syncronoise, Yawn, Charm

Holo Caster
Pokedex
Town Map
Broken Magma Hairpin (Once contained a red gem with the Team Magma emblem etched into it.)

Pokeballs (x7)

Potion (x1)

Evolite

NONE

[User]
He nodded his head as he understood that Cerise the girl he just met just ate, he ate a lot once he got in the city, so many body stores though some restaurants where like for the privilege and not for him obviously even the clothing stores! There seemed to be really nice looking clothes but they said he needed more style…maybe he should wear a proper hat than a bandana and some longer shorts than he was wearing. Ryi put back the pokepuff in the small pouch. "That's fine, well nice to meet you Cerise." His Beautifly notice how uncomfortable she was making the girl and quickly flew back onto Ryi's head and fluttered her wings happily. He put it back in his bag and turned to the professor and his assistant giving out a speech.

Boy he was excited, really excited though he wasn't a good listener when he is excited, all he thought about was his journey was going to start soon and his friend that he was going to meet. So they would be giving pokeballs, the pokedex, a map and…holo caster? He never heard of such a thing before…must be really fancy though with the name. After the speech Beautifly instantly flew in the building and landed onto some pokeballs and a pokedex, Ryiler chased after her and notice how she must have save them for him. "Remma…" He smiled cheekily at her and petted her small head before putting the pokeballs in his bag with the pokedex and the map.

Then the holo caster, wow it was different, it was like those sci fi things with news channels and things on it with like a holographic screen….cool… He smiled as he put that on him and stretch. There were so many people rushing out finding their new pokemon, it seemed like he would need time as well, he smiled as he set sown on a patch of grass with Remma flying in and landing on his head as usual. Later he could properly catch her with the pokeball but not at the moment, that was for alter for now is to find a new companion with.

When he sat down he got the bag of pokepuffs and spread them on the grass hoping it might attract some pokemon. A good pokemon is the one who has a good sense of smell would be great for him and these pokepuffs would help him find one. Once laid down there was a ton of poke rushing in and trying to take a bite of the pokepuffs though the very first one was a little Chespin. A bold one that for sure, it came rolling in with spikes pop up. How he knew it was a Chespin well with the pokedex he pulled that's how.

"Hi…want one?" He got a pink pokepuff with a little oran berry on it and try to give it to the Chespin, he wonder if it was a boy or a girl so he can try to name it right. The little grass pokemon sniffed the pokepuff a couple of times until grabbing it from him and taking a huge bite. He smiled as the pokemon looked like he enjoyed it quite a lot. Defiantly one to keep as the pokemon smiled at him.

"Cchess!!!" The pokemon quickly finished the pokepuff and went on to eat the other pokepuffs, it tried to defend the other pokepuff from other pokemon who wanted a nibble. It was pretty cute seeing it run around with his head all spike up wanting only the treats for itself. So cute! "Chespin!! Chespin! Ches!" He giggled watching the little thing run, with a chance he picked up the little grass pokemon and brought it closer to him.

"Hey want to come along with me? I can make a lot of these treats." He asked the little Chespin, the pokemon looked at him for a bit then finally giving out smile and nodded.

"Chespin!!" Ryi was happy as ever! A new adorable pokemon in his team! He smiled as he carefully hugged the Chespin afraid it would poke him with it spikes. And put him back on the ground. Beautifly flew down of his head and curiously flew towards the new companion. They seemed confused with each other but looked like they were getting along though as Remma tried to get one pokepuff Chespin was clearly not letting him have it.

"Sily little thing…I wonder what would I name you…"

[Assistant]
Carl had finished up just in time to hear the boom of Professor Sycamore speaking. He sprinted up out of the Arena to the main crowd. It was soon going to be time for them to get a new friend on the team, and he was excited as ever for this.

"Pip." Piplup was clearly exhausted from using its power in battle.

"Good job Piplup. You can rest now buddy." Carl whispered in the crowd.

When it was time Carl rushed into the sanctuary, eager for a new friend. He rushed to the sand pits they were talking about. Gible was dragon and ground, so he would probably be there digging up holes. Carl walked around for a little bit, and stopped to look around. While he stopped he fell a couple inches down, then a couple more, then a foot or so, until his chin was level with the sand.

[b]"Hey, who was t-" Just as he started to speak, a Gibble rose a couple of feet from his eyes, from where he was standing, it looked giant, magnificent. Carl's uncle was a Dragon trainer. Carl was very close to his uncle, and very close to Dragon Pokemon, which caused such a profound love for them. He new how to approach them, treat them, and feed them. He new everything from A-Z.

He slowly stuck his hand out, as to not frighten the Gibble with quick movement.

"Gib? Gibl?" Gibble questioned the hand, but then accepted it, and allowed Carl to rub its forehead.

"There we go. Here take one of these." he handed it a chocolate poke puff. His mom packed a whole case full, just in case.

"Alright Gibble, you wanna come with me?" Carl handed out a pokeball, hoping Gibblewould accept.

"Gib!" Gibble tapped the pokeball with its head, and it entered the pokeball.

Alright! Carl was exited as ever to have a new addition to his team, as well as a new friend to travel with and talk to.

Carl the proceeded out of the sanctuary, thanked the professor, and exited the lab. He waited to see if shay would come out of the lab. She was a great friend, and seemed like a fun person to travel with.

[User] Shay grabbed Skitty and ran off to go see if she could find somebody who could make her better. The crowd was dense, the girl began to have to walk in order to continue to move. Seconds later, she heard a woman's voice coming from ahead, she was speaking of getting new pokemon. Some were in eggs and some in the reserve, the woman was saying. Shay forced her way through the crowd, making her way to the place where the woman stood. Once she got close, the woman ended her speech and walked off of the platform she was situated on, which turned out to be a Crustle. She talked to the professor for a second and smacked him a few times. Shay was beginning to reconsider asking this woman for help. Regardless, somebody needed to help, and this woman seemed to know what she was doing. Shay approached the woman and tapped her on the shoulder, "Excuse me miss, could you help me?" Shay tried to hold back her concern for Skitty, who was still limp in her arms.


[System]
BASIC
Goes By: Maleficent (alter-ego)
Age: 5,739
Gender: Female
Race: Half-Sindarin, Half-Silvan Elf

APPEARANCE

Portrayed By: Angelina Jolie with a slight Russian accent
Hair Color: Dark, Auburn-Brown
Eye Color: Luminous Yellow-Green
Skin Tone: Porcelain Pale
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 119 lbs
Body Build: Tall and Slender

Wing-Cloak

Natural Elven Attire (with and without wings)

Battle Outfit

PERSONALITY

Likes: Humans, Elves, Dwarves, Happiness, Animals, Flying, Her Godsons
Dislikes: Chaos, Greed, Spiders, Darkness, Orcs, Sorrow
Strengths: Fighting, Beauty, Wisdom, Inspiration
Weaknesses: Mentions of Her Past, Loneliness, Anger
Fears: Losing Her Family, Her Past

Overall Personality:
Mysterious | Regal | Soft-Spoken | Larger Than Life | Elegant | Compassionate | Unpredictably Vicious

Everyone believed Saeril to be born a creature of chaos and pure evil, but they just do not know the true story. Rather than a woman who is evil, Saeril was instead a benevolent young woman of purity; she valued the peaceful nature on Middle-Earth, and she had a fierce passion of guarding various realms and its inhabitants. As a fierce protector, Saeril is a desired perfectionist, and a woman of her word; due to the despair and sorrow of even the most vulnerable of races, she focuses on finding the best intentions for them, even if it means to risk her life. As she suffers from a devastating past that involved the Deceiver's corruption upon her mind, Saeril is truly hurt and very lonely inside, interpreted by her amnesiac guilt for her crimes. Her ultimate goal was to redeem herself and dissipate her inner darkness.

However, she never anticipated this goal to be changed when she rekindled herself with her Dwarven godsons, Fili and Kili; she grew to care for them as a motherly figure, forming an adopted-parental bond with them. Despite herself being closest to the youngest, Kili, Saeril was devastated after witnessing Azog kill the eldest brother, causing her to scream in agony and grief. Determined to keep the youngest from falling into the same fate, she became strictly protective of Kili. As his blessed godparent, Saeril would do anything to keep him alive, and as a result, she went with him in many ventures, though she did not always agree with them. Regarding him, her bond with Kili was very strong, therefore her main goal was to keep him safe.

Saeril will not hesitate in giving others her blunt opinion, and she would often guide them when they are upset or need advice. Proud and proper she was, she will never bow to anyone she disagreed with. Evident by her relationship with Thorin Oakenshield, it's complicated when it comes to terms of trust; she betrayed him (as he claimed) by revealing the truth of the quest, and by "stealing" the starlight jewels from his treasure hoard for King Thranduil. Although she was claimed as not "trusting", Saeril openly showed that she cared a great deal for him, saving his life multiple times on different occasions.

BACKGROUND

Date of Birth: YT 1578
Place of Birth: Fangorn Forest, located north of Rohan
Social Ranking: Royalty (formerly)
Family:
- Kili Durin (Godson; alive) (Dwarf)
- Fili Durin (Godson; alive) (Dwarf)
- Dis Durin (Compadre; unknown) (Dwarf)
- Hermia (Mother; deceased) (Sindarin Elf)
- Lysander (Father; deceased) (Silvan Elf)
- Ulla (Aunt; deceased) (Sindarin Elf)
- Kinloch (Uncle; deceased) (Sindarin Elf)

Other Relations:
- Gandalf the Grey (Mentor; alive) (Maiar)
- Thorin II Oakenshield (Friend; alive) (Dwarf)
- Aragorn II Elessar (Friend; alive) (Man)
- Azog The Defiler (Enemy; alive) (Orc)
- Meliya Ardorion (Friend; alive) (Silvan Elf)

[User] "Stay with your brother", Maleficent suddenly told Kili as she had an idea to her mind while beginning to walk away from the group. "Where are you off to?", Fili asked her in alarm. She turned her upper body to them. "I am a fae, Fili. I have some pull around here", she winked at him before taking flight, in order for them to have eyes and ears in the air.

[Assistant] Kili seemed a little nervous at the thought of Maleficent leaving their sight but she was gone before he could protest further. The dwarves kept running until suddenly they found themselves trapped behind a rock, with a Warg and its rider perched on the top and sniffing around as if it could smell their scent.

[User] As soon as she was flying above them at a great height, she noticed the orc above them as they hid. With anger flaring in her eyes, she gave a high-piercing screech before she charged. Dive bombing in flight, she violently collided with the orc rider head-on, making the warg tumble down the rock in front of the dwarves. Unfortunately, the squeal of the orc's death caught the attention of the others who were chasing Radagast. "The Dwarf-scum are over there! After them!", Azog ordered to them in Black Speech. "Move! Run!", Gandalf shouted to his dwarven companions. "This way! Quickly!", the fae followed while in flight as she continued to knock some orcs off course during the chase.

[Assistant]
The dwarves quickly followed Gandalf, having no other choice unless they wanted to be run down by the Orc pack. The group quickly became trapped between a strange rock formation and the pack that had caught up to them. Gandalf was nowhere to be seen as he had run into the hidden passageway that led to Rivendell.
"There's more coming!" shouted Kili as he spotted even more Wargs running towards the group.
"Where is Gandalf?!" Thorin shouted, not seeing the wizard.
"He's abandoned us!" Dwalin growled as he hefted his weapon, preparing to fight the orc pack to the death.

[User] As the orcs get closer, Gandalf suddenly appears from behind the large rock. "This way, you fools!", he yelled in order to get their attention. "Come on, move! Quickly! All of you!", Thorin shouted while standing near the small hole. One by one, each dwarf jumped, except for Kili. "Kili! Run!", the young prince turns and makes a run for it as the orcs get closer. Wickedly close they were, Maleficent swooped down and picked him up in flight. Flying towards the hole, she picked up Thorin in the process, and they all dropped into the hole.

[Assistant]
Kili grunted as he slid down the steep slope and landed at the bottom, dusting himself off as he staggered to his feet. "Th-Thanks..." the young dwarf gasped as he looked up at Maleficent.
The dwarves all froze as a horn sounded above them, followed by hoofbeats and then the sounds of battle.

Thorin and Kili leapt back as an orc rolled down the slope and landed at their feet. Poking it with the end of his axe, the dwarf prince discovered that it was dead. There was an arrow sticking out of its chest, which Thorin pulled out to examine it, his face forming into a scowl.
"Elves." he growled in disgust.

"I cannot see where the pathway leads!" called Dwalin from up ahead where a pathway was. "Do we follow it or no?!"
"Follow it of course!" Thorin shouted back to him.

[User] "I did tell you that I wasn't leaving you behind", the fae told Kili while her wings were folding back in their proper place on her back. "I think that would be wise", Gandalf nodded in confirmation since it was the only way to go that was safe at the moment. Following the path in the tunnel, there was a waterfall with a small city in the distance. "The Valley of Imladris. In the common tongue, it's known by another name" "Rivendell" Bilbo gaped in astonishment at the great city before them. "Here lies the last homely house, east of the sea" "This was your plan all along, to seek refuge with our enemy", Thorin growled in anger while already feeling betrayed.

[Assistant] "You have no enemies here, Thorin Oakenshield." Gandalf scolded the dwarf sharply. "The only ill will to be found in this valley is that which you bring yourself! We have a map that we cannot read, Lord Elrond can help us to read it! Now, if this is to be successful you shall leave the talking to me or Maleficent as we will need to be tactful and need a small degree of charm, which it seems you dwarves certainly lack in the presence of the Fair Folk."

[User] "I will assist you, Gandalf", Maleficent spoke up, to just break the tension. As they enter Rivendell, they are met by some elves. "Mithrandir", Elrond's right hand man, Lindir, greeted to the wizard. "Ah, Lindir" "We heard you had crossed into the Valley", Lindir spoke in Elvish. "I must speak with Lord Elrond" "My Lord Elrond is not here" "Not here? Where is he?", that was until the hunting horn was heard with the returning elf war party coming towards them. "Close ranks!", Thorin shouted as the elf war party surrounded the dwarves. "Gandalf!", the voice of Lord Elrond sounded as he rode up on his horse. "Lord Elrond, my friend! Where have you been?", Gandalf asked in Elvish. "We've been hunting a pack of Orcs that came up from the South. We slew a number near the Hidden Pass", Elrond responded back in the same language while getting off his horse. "Strange for orcs to come so close to our borders. Something or someone has drawn them near", he spoke back in the Common Tongue. "Ah, that may have been us" Elrond's gaze turns to the winged fae. "Saeril", he spoke in astonishment before stopping a few feet in front of the female. Maleficent kept her ground, but slightly bowed her head in respect. "Lord Elrond, call me Maleficent. I would much prefer it", she said to him in the Elvish language in a kind tone. She would much prefer "Maleficent" as her name since "Saeril" was her birth name. "Why do you come?", he spoke back to her in English again. He was clearly suspicious of her since he has heard stories and even witnessed her cause terror on other Elvish kingdoms.

[Assistant] "It is a long story, my friend." Gandalf spoke up to Elrond, quickly coming to Maleficent's defense. "One which we may not have the time for now. At least not at this very moment. We require your aid."

[User]
Narrowing his eyes at the female, he then notices to see Thorin stepping up. "Welcome Thorin, son of Thrain" "I do not believe we have met", the dwarf Prince gave a small growl under his voice. "You have your Grandfather's bearing. I knew Thror when he ruled under the mountain" "Indeed? He made no mention of you" Elrond suddenly says something to Thorin in Elvish. "What is he saying? Does he offer us insult?", Glion spoke with a little bit of anger within him. "No, Master Gloin, he's offering you food", Gandalf reassured him. That was until the dwarves turn and discuss amongst themselves. "Ah, Well. In that case, lead on"

Later that day, the dwarves all sat around the elves' dining table. Some complaining that the food wasn't of their taste and that they would prefer meat rather than "leaves". "Kind of you to invite us. I'm not really dressed for dinner", Gandalf spoke as he walked with Elrond to the table. "Well, you never are", they seat themselves at the head chair.

Changed into something lighter and more Elvish-like, Maleficent had on an elbow-length off-the-shoulder brown dress that fell to her ankles as she made herself appear at the walkway of the dining area where everyone else was at. There were no shoes on her, and she preferred to walk barefoot, letting the sun warm them. Her headdress was gone, so she let her hair flow free. Noticing what appears to be an elvish flute nearby. She delicately picked it up and lightly played a few notes until she was actually playing a song. It was a song she knew and learned as a child. Till then, she was with the other instrument playing Elves, having her eyes flicking to Kili time to time.

[Assistant]
"Change the tune why don't you?" complained Dori eventually as the dwarves began to get tired of the Elven music. "I feel like I'm at a funeral!"
"Can't say I fancy elf-maids myself," Kili was boasting to the other dwarves he sat with, which included his brother, Dwalin, Bofur and Dori. "That one over there's not bad though." the young dwarf grinned suggestively and nodded in the direction of the elf he had meant.
"That's not an elf-maid." Dwalin had smirked at him, and Kili's face turned bright pink as the elf turned around to reveal that, as Dwalin had predicted, it was not a female elf.
"Oh, very funny!" Kili grumbled, mortified with embarrassment.

[User]
Elrond was examining one of the swords that Gandalf and Thorin had taken from the trolls' cave. "This is Orcrist, the Goblin-cleaver. A famous blade, forged by the High Elves of the West. My kin", he explained before delicately giving the sword back to Thorin. "May it serve you well", he says before taking Gandalf's sword. "And this is Glamdring. The Foe-hammer, sword of the King of Gondolin. These swords were made for the Goblin wars of the First Age. How did you come by these?", he asked the wizard. "We found them in a troll hoard on the Great East road, shortly before we were ambushed by orcs" "And what were you doing on the Great East road?", the lord asked again.

Later that night, Gandalf, Bilbo, Thorin, and Balin met in the Halls privately with Elrond. Thorin showed the lord the map to Erebor. "Erebor? What is your interest in this map?"