[System]
Age: 17

Gender: Female

Appearance:

Mika has fire hydrant red hair with gorgeous Peridot eye, with perfect tan skin . She also has a birthmark in the exact shape of crescent moon  on her left shoulder.

Personality: Mika is very secretive, and does not trust people as most would. She is also deathly afraid of cockroaches, having to cling to something or someone in order to feel safe again. She says that love is something that does not apply to her, but secretly she wants to be loved more than anyone else that she knows. She can be talkative when she wants to be, but only to those who she deems trust worthy.

Mika has a lot of emotions to show, though the one she shows the most is sadness. She may look at someone and smile, but there is still a deep sadness in her eyes that never goes away. She's also deathly afraid of pigs blood and Rottweiler's.

Physical Traits: Mika is very clumsy, not to mention that she has tripped over her feet too many times to count and she's also  managed to cut herself on a pillow . She also has big breasts, which weigh quite a lot so her back hurts quite a bit each day. And then there's the hearing loss she gained during her tragic death.... She used to have hearing like a dog, but now someone or something has to be 10 feet or in that range of distance, or else she won't hear them.

Mental Traits: Mika can act on reflex quite easily due to having an agile, fast thinking mind which she got from her father. She is a musical prodigy and is also a great singer. The only other thing is that she can break down quite easily if pushed even just a bit.

Color: PINK!

How they died: Mika had had enough of the bullying, the physiological torture, and the over all torture of life. Her every day life was a mess and she couldn't think of any other way out besides death. At least then she'd be at peace, and she wouldn't have to deal with anything else forever. She'd be free of everything and everyone, and that's what she truly wanted. On June 23rd she went up on top of the school building during prom, being humiliated by having pigs blood dropped on her as she came to get her crown as prom queen . She looked down at the ground below, tears brimming her eyes as she knew what had to be done. No one excepted her.... She was a freak for having red hair and being Japanese, as very few people, especially Japanese were truly born with pure fire hydrant red hair.

Her body was abnormal as well due to her being more full figured than the other girls, and they also made fun of her being so clumsy all the time and they never forgot about her exploding the science lab due to adding too much of a chemical to a whole mixture of them. She put in her bloody head phones and put on repeat Mean by Taylor Swift, inching towards the edge more and more until her feet were halfway off the building. She looked down to see the people coming out of the prom as it was over now. Just one more step and it was all over, all of this stupid life.... It'd all be over. She took that one fatal step and started falling, closing her eyes as she heard all of her classmates screaming before there was silence. An ambulance rushed her to the hospital but it was too late; her head was cracked open and it almost seemed like her blood melded with her hair. She was pronounced dead at 12 AM exactly, the same time she was born.... And on her 17th birthday.

Clues Discovered: N/A

[User]
"Uh, hi. You wouldn't happen to know why we're here, would you? And is it just me or does the sky seem kind of weird?" The girl's voice snapped Hideki back into reality. He looked at her and sputtered "N-no I wouldn't. Sorry I was lost in thought hoping that you would both wake up". He watched as the girl rushed over to the girl with the red hair. She seemed to shake the girl's shoulder a bit and Hideki began to stand. He could tell by her sigh that the other girl was still alive. He was happy to know that no one had died. He brushed himself off a bit and looked back at the first girl. "I'm fine thank you. My name is Hideki by the way." He smiled brightly and saw the other girl spring up from where she was laying. She seemed to be panicking which Hideki couldn't blame her for, before she walked over to the butterfly.

Hideki smiled even brighter at her conversation she was having with the butterfly. "I don't really know what's happening myself. This other girl has only just woken up before you. I don't know why any of us are here and I don't know that I want to know. The only thing I really remember is my name. I don't know about you two." he watched as the butter fly flew to the right path and began to flutter erratically. He watched as it almost seemed to be pointing them in that direction. "I think your new friend wants us to follow it." he said looking at the red haired girl and gesturing toward the butterfly. He took a few steps toward the rightward path and turned to the others. "I don't expect you to trust me since we only just met, but I think we should go this way. If this is where we part ways then...it was nice meeting you I suppose". He turned back toward the butterfly. "Take me wherever it is I should go I suppose. I don't know why I trust you because butterflies shouldn't glow...but you're the only connection I have right now so, onward!"

[Assistant]
Erin looked up from her position on the ground to Hideki and said, "Hey, that's good to hear. I'm Erin."

She lost her balance as the girl with striking red hair shot out of her arms and jumped away from her. Erin was about to reassure her that they were all in the same situation and that they could work together, but the girl suddenly turned and approached the floating red light she had seen earlier. It came closer and fluttered gently—a butterfly.

There was nothing to explain. Hideki had already briefed the girl on their situation and had done so with a warm smile.

"What a nice guy," she thought,"We'll get along fine."

She walked up to the pair as the butterfly started to zig zag across the air, as if alerting them of something; Erin watched the creature in fascination as it flew to the right road and continued it's erratic movements. The others seemed to be inclined to follow the butterfly, but the clear road to the middle appeared much less dangerous. She looked at the two roads again before nonchalantly shrugging.

"Sure, let's go! Better than staying here, right?" She said brightly, "As long as we stick together, it should be fine. Plus, we have a new member to the party." Erin pointed a thumb at the butterfly and beckoned the rest towards the road.

"I'll go first to make sure there aren't any weird steps," she said, before following the butterfly into the dark path.

[User]
Mika listened to the male as he spoke about being just as clueless as her. But she stared at the butterfly as she followed it closely, getting to the right pathway and wondering if this was a trap or something. But she couldn't just stay here, just in case this was not a trap and they were both truly clueless. "I'll go with you two.... But only because I can't stay here alone.... It'd be too dangerous, and being with two people is better than no people.... This place is too weird for us to split up now." Mika said quietly as she looked at the two, deciding to trust them until they crossed her.... If anything, she could get rid of them easily if she had to.

But right now, not trusting them wasn't an option. So she silently followed the girl with the orange hair into the dense, weird forest, hoping that they'd maybe find some tools or some useful items, shelter, or maybe even food. All she knew is they'd need somewhere to stay, and fast, as this place didn't seem like the best place to camp out under the stars or anything close to that.

[Assistant]
"What's up with this forest? It's seriously creepy." With his hand still behind his head, Tsukasa continued on walking through the forest. He tried his best to try and keep on track, but more than once did he hit his nose against a branch or something similar, or at least, he hoped it was like that. Hitting something that wasn't a branch right now in a forest that seemed straight out of a horror movie would be the absolute worst, and something he didn't really want to even think about. "If I could only remember what I was doing here... Maybe it'd be easier to find a way out of this creepy forest." Tsukasa said.

While he wasn't clumsy, he still stumbled upon something. He was just about to fall, but he was able to regain his balance and not fall down, while putting his arms to his sides to keep his balance. "Ah, that was close. My clothes are already dirty, making them any dirtier... It'd probably be hard to wash off." Tsukasa looked at his clothes, trying to see if they got any dirtier. Luckily, they didn't. He let out a relieved sigh.

Still, he started hearing some voices from behind him. They were faint, but they were there. Tsukasa turned around, feeling hopeful. At the very least, he wasn't alone inside that clearing. "So there were other guys here?" Still, the thought of talking to them just like that was a bit intimidating. He was a bit unsure of what to do, but still, the light he was able to see all the way to where they were was actually relieving. Instead of doing anything else, Tsukasa decided to wait for them. He turned around and waited for them quietly.

[User]
As the butterfly led them down the path Hideki tried as hard as he could to remember something...anything. He remembered only what had recently transpired however and it was beginning to frustrate him. He could hear slight movement not too far down the path and began to feel slight panic along with the frustration. That was when the light from the butterfly revealed the face of another boy. Hideki felt his legs begin to want to carry him the other direction, but he continued anyway. He called out to the other boy "Hey there! Are you okay? We woke up in a clearing and have no idea how we even got here. My name's Hideki by the way". He looked to the boy curiously.

He then turned to the girls and smiled at them. "I can guarantee you that we're going to get out of here eventually. There has to be an end to this forest and from the end it'll be easy to make it to a town or something where we can use a phone". He smiled as warmly as he could hoping that he was right. 'If I'm wrong...I'm going to unfortunately be letting them down. I have to get us out of here and I hope this guy can help. He's probably the one who was talking when I woke up'.

[Assistant]
She stomped over dead leaves and twigs that scattered the ground, the light of the butterfly her only support. The forest gleamed an ominous red from the light that managed to get past the cluster of trees, but it was not enough to aid a smooth passage.

"Ah, damn," she cursed, and pushed a branch that had almost hit her in the face away,"watch it, guys."

It was quiet, the only sounds coming from the trampled objects beneath them and their own shaky breathing—she became more frightened the further she moved, the more twists she followed, and the darker it became; however, her resolve to stay strong reared it's stubborn head.

She coughed her throat and said, "Well, let's do introductions again. I'm Erin, and this is Hideki—we really don't know why we're here, but I think we'll be ok together."

The distant sound of a voice cut her off, and she stopped speaking; she continued forward, a steely resolve to find the source of the noise; the butterfly seemed to be undeterred by the noise and pressed on—so she followed.

Hideki surpassed her and approached what appeared to be another boy; Erin walked up to the two, and noticed the butterfly was not progressing without them. She immediately relaxed, and turned to the strange boy before grinning and saying, "I'm Erin. We're all trying to get out of this creepy ass place, so we're following that butterfly…That sounds a bit stupid when I say it like that, but we're ok. You don't know why you're here, either, huh?"

[User]
Mika stared at the two people in front of her as she walked behind them, hearing the girl introduce herself as Erin and explained that the boys name was Hideki. Apparently they were as clueless as her, and she wondered where exactly she was headed as they all followed the glowing red butterfly, as if they were blind as a bat.

"I'm Mika.... Nice to meet you both." Rose said quietly, wondering if Erin and Hideki heard her as they sped up and moved towards an unknown voice. Mika hesitated for a second before she started walking up again, meeting up with the two people she knew and.... Another boy who must've wandered down this path while they were unconscious and before they even came close to waking up.

"I'm Mika, I'm glad to see another person. The more people we have in our party, the better a chance we have at survival." Mika explained, knowing everyone might've thought this once they all had first woken up. If not, then they were hearing her opinion on the whole 'survival in this devilish woods' thing. She was also glad that she hadn't woken up here alone.... She probably would've had a heart attack and died if she did.


[System]
Race:Human
Age:25
Appearance:Tanaka stands at 182.88 Centimeter tall and has a lean muscular build with a jet black Crew Cut and focused Hazel eyes. He has broad shoulders and bares a fading horizontal scar under his right eye. He usually wears a slight grin across his face hiding his excitement for all of the new surroundings around him. He is Commonly in his nations fleckturn combat uniform and uses the equipment of the ship.
Rank:Second Lieutenant
Nationality:Japanese
Organization:Homeworld Command
Skills:
Military Trained
Direct Action
Air Assualt
Unconventional Warfare
Reconnaissance
First Responder qualified
History: Masaru was born in Osaka prefecture of the Kansai region of mainland Japan to a middle class family in of English interpreters. During Masaru's childhood he was taught both Japanese and English languages by his parents to better succeeded in his future. Days before his fifth birthday well they were in Kobe visiting his aunt the Great Hanshin earthquake struck Kobe in the early hours of the morning, Masaru was still in bed when his aunt's apartment collapsed. He and his mother were lucky they were sleeping on the ground during the collapse killing his father and aunt, three long days they were trapped in the ruins of the apartment before they were rescued by Soldiers of the Japanese Ground Self Defense Force. Returning to Osaka after this unfortunate event and a grieving period the young soldier at the time that had rescued Him and his mother visited and this formed a lifelong bond and filled Masaru with the aspiration to become a soldier and help people in need like he was.

 After Masaru's Graduation from high school and ignoring his mother's urging to not join the self-defense force and go to college he joined and began the first steps of his career, His first assignment was the 37th Infantry Regiment in Izuma, Osaka. Months of training begun in breaking each recruit down and building back and teaching them every skill needed they wound need on the battle field. After teaching them how to be soldiers and how to survive on the battlefield, they taught them in the ways to help their country in a disaster and enough medical skill to treat injured until a medic could arrive. During joint training operations between United States Marines and the 37th Infantry regiment he proved a valuable asset due to his bi lingual skill and leadership skill had earned him the rank of sergeant.

 After two years of continuous training and joint operations with Japans allies Masaru applied and was accepted for the elite 1st Airborne brigade and after another intense training period pushing him past his limit he was awarded his Ranger qualification. Teaching these soldiers how to operate behind enemy lines and wage war with guerrilla tactics and how pass on valuable information to his allies to better turn the tides of battle in Japans favor. He spent many hours working hard and finally applied for a Second Lieutenant commission and earned his commission on his first try.

 Masaru now nearing twenty four years old and with a stellar record was placed place with fifty other selected soldiers for a top secret mission in a series of trials and evaluations and selected with one other soldier for the mission due to both of them being bi lingual. These two were sent to SGC and briefed on the Operations and protocols. They were sent to Daedalus-class battlecruiser and sent Atlantis to bolster security and search and rescue away teams. With their arrival they were thrown into the fire with Queen Death's fleet closing on Atlantis.Following the resolution of Queen Death's fleet Masaru quickly worked to earn his place and gained a team after a daring rescue of a fellow team after a daylong intense fire fight aboard a crashed Ancient ship against rouge Genii faction seeking weapons. After Drawing away a portion of the rouge faction Masarus and the other Japanese soldier followed orders, They Lead the Genii into multiple troops they set up and slowly picked them apart in the day long guerrilla war in the ship.

 Several months after the Genii mission Masarus's Combat/ search and rescue team walked into a wraith trap when they answered a distress call from a allied tribe when they were ambushed by wraith well searching a small hamlet. During a long rolling battle and the loss of two of his men, he had finally run out of ammo for his P90s and down to a M9 Beretta. They turned away another S&R team to keep them from falling into the same trap, but the star gate activation lured the a large portion of the wraith back towards the star gate. Four wraith soldiers and a commander remained on the pursuit of Masaru and the last remaining member of his team Steve,Cronfield. They laid their own ambush of two claymores hidden in under brush and Masuru used him self as bait holding back and faking a limp slow lead the pursuers into the ambush. After dealing with their tail they began their escape into a heavily wooded area moving slowly and carefully during the night with the advantage of their night vision goggles,they gave any patrol of wraith a wide berths and finally circled back on to the star gate before dawn. They both sat in silence and waited watching the wraith guarding the gate finally a opportunity arose when only two soldier guarded the gate well others withdrew to the hive ship. Masaru and Steve launched the assault with a hail of gunfire and the last grenade. Steve was activating the star gate when he was incapacitated by a wraith stunner bolt from a approaching wraith, Masaru finished the sequence and activated the star gate well under fire and barely got himself and Steve through the gate before the wraith were on top of them.

[User] Tanaka looked to the tracks and to the billowing pillars of acrid smoke. "Team let go take it slow and be ready for triage if the place is clear." He said as he slowly started moving forward with his weapon at the ready scanning his surroundings. "Team make wedge and call out anything out of the ordinary you see, Doc take up the middle behind me." He said as they moved Martinez to left and Nielson to the right. He moved toward the settlement." Doctor please wait until we clear the area before you start working on people, We don't have the heavy weapons on hands to deal with armor." He said in a hushed tone as he walked.

[Assistant]
Elena received orders to return back to the Nyx, she steered the R-547 around flying through the remains of the wrecks in orbit it was a rather quick flight back as she landed the R-547 back into the hangar of the Nyx. Flipping off all of the ship's controls, she unclipped the oxygen mask and pulled the pilot helmet off of her face. Elena took off the specially made flight jacket off of her as well laying it neatly in the pilots seat, pulling herself up and out of the cockpit Elena climbed down the ladder seeing the crew getting to work on the R-547 and refueling her for its next mission whenever that would be.

Elena decided to report back to General Black and Dr. Lawson, making her way over towards the bridge it took her sometime to find her way there. Overhearing Lawson asking General Black to get onto the Ha'Tak that was mostly intact, Elena gave the general a salute. "Lieutenant Fowler reporting that the R-547 worked perfectly."

[User]
The info coming from the planet was worrisome. SG teams in general weren't equipped to take on armor outside of guerrilla tactics. "Move us to low orbit, see if we can lay eyes on the enemy." Black ordered. There was something wrong with this setting, and she intended to find out what. "On screen, ma'am."

Having a look at the display, Kat overlaid a dimension grid over the screen. "That's too big to have come through the gate." she realized. That meant that either it was local, which she doubted, or, given the debris in orbit, a ship - or ships - dropped the armor off. "Alright people, change of plans. Drop the cloak and scan with everything we got. If somebody lingered to observe, I want them found. Stay sharp, we know little about this enemy so have the shields up and guns warm."

"The ground teams are not to engage the enemy - what are those even, drones? Have them observe and spot and let our railguns and piranhas pick them off for them. Have the missiles target outside of inhabited areas, and guns putting precision shots in where needed. Notify the ground teams of the nature fo the enemy and see if you can find out a pattern in their movements."

Turning to the now arriving Fowler, she nodded: "I'd like you to write down your opinions in detail, but that can wait. Go freshen up, you might be launching again depending on how the situation develops." she instructed and went back to see if the sensors picked up anything.

[Assistant] Tanaka's sense of smell was assaulted by the smell of death and burnt flesh as he led the team into the settlement through a wall of smoke with screams growing louder as shadowy form started to materialize as the team grew closer. "Stay close to the doctor we need to be careful here panicking people can be like cornered animals." Tanaka said as he advanced the team through the last part of the thick wall of smoke. He passed a charred body lifeless body in the road as people were running around trying to cope with the aftermath of the attack, Bodies of dead and wounded filled the street as some were being treated well other people were just adding to the Chaos. He grabbed the shoulder of a man "I'm second Lieutenant Tanaka of Home world Command what has happened here?" he asked the man seeing panic in his eyes hoping he could find some answers.

[User]
Motion, in two theatres of combat. Inside the wreckage, robotic drones activated as soon as the Nyx decloaked. Apparently de-activated within the debris field they lurched out of the carcas off the Ha'tak like flies hatching from a dead host. Almost one hundred drones came streaming at the Nyx, when within range they released an unrelenting barrage of laser fire in perfect unison. While there were dozens of drones they moved and fired as if one ship. Trying to get shots in before the Nyx had a chance to respond.

Likewise, on the planet. The ground began to move and shift between the Stargate and the Settlement, at varying distances. Some of the ground was shifting barely a few metres away from the ground team as if it was sinking. However within a couple of seconds a clumsy looking device came out. A blocky humanoid torso started to rise, at the ends of its arms were some form of emitters though instead of legs it had tracks which struggled for purchase before gaining grip. "They're back!" one of the men in the settlement shouted, before firing a staff blast at one of the drones. The blast seemed to not bother it. It took several more before the robot just stopped. More and more of them began crawling out of the ground. The emitters on the end of their arms began firing, red hot laser blasts firing into the settlement, searing through the weak structures and into whoever was unlucky enough to get in their way.

Meanwhile Lawson was watching this on the screen, notcing the drones the second the sensors picked them up, hitting a key to bring shields to full strength. "We've got contacts-" There was another ping, and he moved over to another station. He really should have added his own in the room. "-Multiple, and we've got some form of contacts on the ground too."

[Assistant]
"I'm sure the enemy has armored mechanical units, look at the tracks in the ground." Miyako pointed out as she was studying the charred body." Some form of energy weapon was at work here… powerful one at that."

 "Holy…" The lt. colonel shouted as saw the machine rise from the ground. The woman quickly jumped behind the strongest cover she saw." Bloody knew it!" She shouted as the lasers blast began firing around and more machines began appearing.

 "Those bastards have some form of energy resisting armor!" She shouted at the people who had staff weapons in attempt to stop them from becoming additional victims to the machines." Don't bother showing up and become a target!" Afterwards she very quickly looked over her cover to check the number of enemies and fired a single shot at the closest one to check the effects of their ammunition on it's armor.

 "2nd Lieutenant, what's our plan of action?" She asked as a laser hit right next to her on her cover. It wasn't going to stand much more impacts.

[User]
It worked - somewhat. Kat's plan was to draw out the enemy, yes. She did not expect a swarm of fighters though, rather preparing for the usual ship, or more of them. "Here we go. Railgun positions open fire, fire at will. I want those piranhas ready ASAP. Launch Alpha wing, have them punch a hole through to the planet and play ground support. Keep the main guns primed, something had to drop these things off!"

As the orders were given, Black observed the enemy. No life signs on board. Weapons packed a punch, as their dropping shield levels suggested. And mechanized ground infantry to boot. Definitely not the lucian alliance though. There was only one race that had this kind of technology, provided the enemy was someone they met. Apparently, the Aschen did not quite learn their lesson yet. A thought of ordering a jump to Aschen Prime and letting loose from the spinal cannon from a safe distance was certainly luring, but Landry and O'Neill would probably have her head for that. Oh well, next time.

The missile silos popped open and let the missiles loose. Short while after the Piranhas shed their fairings and released their submunitions that sought the enemy drones.

[Assistant] Empty casings trailed behind Tanaka as he fired at the drone putting a handful of shots into the center mass of the drone. He slid behind a corner of a smoldering building and released the half empty magazine and slid it into his plate carrier and replaced it with a fresh new magazine. Neilson and Mendoza weren't far away putting fire into the drones from their cover; Mendoza saw roared unloading a fury of fire into the drones well Neilson fired slowly and accurately. "Neilson ,Miyoka get these people moving and find a place to hole up, we will buy some breathing room!" Bellowed Tanaka over the den of battle as he fired on the drone as lasers ate away at his cover. He pulled a frag grenade from his carrier and pulled the pin and counted. "Ichi, Ni, San." He lobbed the grenade at the drone that had taken so many shots and timed it perfectly as the grenade exploded at point blank range finally bringing it to a stop. He released a salvo of combining his fire with Martinez well Neilson threw a smoke grenade between them and the drones before he fell back. "Everyone to the gate go!" He roared as he continued putting fire along with Martinez into the smoke. He fell onto his hunches as a laser passed closely to his shoulder burning through material and the top layer of flesh. He immediately went to work pulling the two blocks of C-4 from his pack and jamming detonators into the putty like bricks.


[System]
Age: 211, to his best estimate
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 192 lbs
Race: Vampire
Birthplace: England, circa 1667 (Elizabethan era)
Short Bio: Born in the Elizabethan era and surviving into the Victorian, Vail has seen the rise and fall of two centuries' worth of dynasties—not just human, but supernatural as well. As a member of the Hygrace family, he was raised in the wealth and prestige of the most powerful vampire clan in London. His uncle, Lord Reginald Hygrace, was a respected leader, known across the nation for offering protection to any vampires who needed sanctuary from The Order of the Saints: an influential group of men and women who tracked down and killed the "demons" for a living.

For nearly a century, Reginald's efforts kept both his family and the rest of the vampires safe. However, around the year 1750, he made the mistake of taking in a man named Lord Elias Wynter. At a glance, Elias seemed like just another refugee seeking sanctuary with the Hygrace family, but in truth, he sought to overthrow the ruling dynasty completely.

Unbeknownst to the Hygraces, the Wynters had been plotting for quite a while to take over and change the way that vampires lived in England altogether. They believed that as "superior beings," they should fight back against humans instead of hiding from them in fear. They saw the Hygraces were weak and cowardly, unfit to lead their kind, and so started a rebellion.

When he commenced his attack, Elias managed to kill Reginald, but his attempt to finish off the rest of the oldest generation was cut short by his victim's younger brother—Vail's father—Peter, who went on to take over as the leader of the Hygrace clan in his sibling's stead. Unfortunately, the Wynter family refused to give up after just one defeat and has continued to fight for power against the ruling dynasty ever since.

For Vail, the following century of his life was spent predominantly in hiding. As the son of the most powerful vampire in England, he had to look out not only for members of the Saints but the Wynters as well. With such a large target on his back, he learned how to fight and wield a gun in order to protect himself. Both skills have saved his life since.

Of course, he can't spend all his time in seclusion without going stir crazy, so he finds time to attend parties and other large gatherings put on by other aristocrats in London to get out of the Hygrace manor on occasion.

[User]
Vail raised his shoulders in a shrug when the Lady Victoria asked him why he was so eager to dance with her. "Is there a reason why I shouldn't be eager to dance with the guest of honor?" he queried with a smile, though eager was the furthest from what he was feeling. Of course, he knew he couldn't tell her that he had only intervened because he didn't trust the other Lord she'd been talking with—especially now that he knew the Wynter was to be her husband—so feigning impatience was the next best option.

As the dance began, he laid his hand on the small of her back to guide her through the movements. Her comment about his conversation with her betrothed—apparently the Lord's name was Spencer—made him smirk. "You could say that," he mused, walking her through a simple turn. After attending events like this for two centuries, the motions of each kind of dance had become second nature to him. He barely even needed to focus to lead her from move to move and thus conversed with her easily, never missing a step.

At her sarcastic question, Vail chuckled. "Luckily, no," he answered, watching her red dress flow like water as she twirled in front of him. The succulent aroma of blood lingered about her as well, and though it had faded quite a bit from the pungency with which it had struck him before, he still found it stimulating. He pursed his lips together. She really was quite an alluring woman. Perhaps he could see why Spencer was so fascinated with the Lady Crest after all.

"Let's just say we disagree about some things that prevent us from getting along," he explained vaguely, pressing his hand a little more firmly against her back to pull her into a series of close-quarters steps. In the altered position, his face hovered close to her neck, something that would have been difficult for most vampires to handle. However, Vail prided himself on his self-control, abstaining from even touching her soft skin as he continued to walk her through the dance.

[Assistant]
"Oh well that is a shame. I guess I won't be seeing you at the wedding then. I quite enjoy your dancing." She expressed as he explained that he and Spencer didn't quite get along on some subjects. She hadn't had as good a partner such as Vail before. She truly enjoyed his effortless movements. He was a pleasure to dance alongside, she couldn't hide her genuine smile as she danced with him. When he pressed his hand a little more firmly into the small of her back, she felt a slight tingle run down her spine.

There was something about this Lord that instilled a sense of excitement within her. But she didn't quite know why. If he was indeed a vampire, his aura could have affected her human pheromones. As his face hovered over her delicate neck, she could feel his gentle breath tickle her skin. He was so calm, he wasn't even out of breath! Whereas her chest rapidly rose and fell as they neared the end of their dance. He was either incredibly fit, toned and had miles of stamina or he was not in fact, human at all.

For if he were a vampire around her recent blood blunder, he had amazing control. She didn't suspect Lord Spencer either, yet. The music and dance came to an unfortunate end, it was customary for the women to courtesy and the man to bow. Which Victoria proceeded to do and lowered her head. Upon her return to her upright position her eyes were a lot softer and gentler than they were before when they looked upon Vail with suspicion.

"You said your father met mine? In which capacity?" She moved out of the way of the dancefloor for the next dancers taking up the Foxtrot. She wasn't quite ready for the next dance, especially a quicker one. She took a champagne glass from a passing butler and held it to her ruby lips. She was always eager to know more, learn more about her father's secret life. To unravel all the mysteries that came with it. Even if it meant she was in danger.

[User]
"Oh, I'm sure you'll enjoy dancing with your betrothed even more than with me," Vail assured Lady Victoria, though he knew he was lying through his teeth. It was true that Lord Spencer was more than likely a good dancer, since he could have lived for just as long as Vail had—it was impossible to tell with other members of their kind—but his prejudice toward all Wynters influenced his opinion of the other vampire. It was petty, but he wanted to believe he was better at dancing than his rival.

As if to prove the point to himself, he went on to lead the Lady through some more complex steps, keeping her close for the added challenge of moving without tripping over each other's feet. Throughout the years, he'd come to learn that he quite enjoyed dancing. It was an elegant art with plenty of room for creativity, and it was always changing as humans came up with more styles and motions to add to it. Plus, there was no denying it was a bit of a treat to get so close to a Lady without needing an excuse to do so. He had enough self-control not to bite, but that didn't mean he wouldn't enjoy her scent or the lingering aroma of her spilled blood. Both were stimulating to the predator inside of him and got his heart pumping in an exhilarating way.

For a moment, Vail nearly forgot he was dancing with a Crest. As he let himself sink into the intoxicating smells and the rhythm of the waltz, his previous inhibitions about staying close to the Lady Victoria fled from his mind. However, the moment didn't last long before the dance ended, and he was brought back down to reality.

Having fulfilled his offer, the Lord bowed gracefully to the Crest heiress and turned to leave, relieved to finally be able to put some distance between them. He was still determined to enjoy the rest of the party, regardless of how rocky the start had been—though, if he was honest, dancing with Victoria hadn't been nearly as terrible as he'd thought it would be. Unfortunately, it seemed the Lady had a different agenda as she walked with him away from the other dancers.

At her question, Vail nearly groaned. Apparently it had been a mistake to bring up their fathers' relation to each other after all. He located another drink on the table, port this time, and took a sip as he thought of a way to speak of their past without telling the truth or getting himself tangled in a lie that would be too complex to climb his way back out of.

"They met through your father's work," he finally stated, deeming the answer safe enough to use. "Although I believe they only crossed paths once or twice during chance encounters, so I'd hardly call them close."

[Assistant]
As Vail suggested she would enjoy her betrothed's dance more than he, she very much doubted that. Spencer spent more time at his work and his various mining, timber and weapons manufacture companies, and was rumoured to be a workaholic that drove his employees hard. How would he have the time to spend perfecting such dance manoeuvres that Vail had mastered so elegantly. He went on to prove that by performing even more complex moves that she was barely able to keep up with. She was left quite breathless as she sipped on her champagne. She could really do with some water but only alcohol seemed to be on offer. Vail himself opted for a stronger beverage, perhaps he was uncomfortable speaking with the daughter of Alex Crest. A name known by both hunter and prey alike.

As Vail explained his father and hers met through his work, this sparked her attention. They met during chance encounters. Perhaps through The Order itself. Perhaps Vail's father was one of them and knew about her father's secretive life. "Oh? He must have invested in some shares of the steelworks he ran then?" She asked as she eyed him over her tall champagne glass. She noticed the green flecks in his irises as she watched his reactions carefully for any slip up of information that may give him away to what he really knew about the underworld. She couldn't help but glance over at Lord Spencer, his eyes seemed to pierce her soul as he looked her way. It made her feel…somewhat unnerved by the way he stared at her. His presence felt ominous. How could one instil such a feeling over one's betrothed? She was not looking forward to spending more time with her future husband.

Regarding Vail once more, her face softened at the view of his. Such smooth skin and perfect complexion. Although slightly pale in colour that could be put down to a life lived indoors behind a desk. She surmised he could be into business affairs, as he spoke with a finery an and intelligence behind those deep green orbs of his. Was his vampiric aura affecting her enough to distract the Lady from her train of thought and refocus on his strong jawline and fie hairs of his stubble in such a way she wanted to reach out and stroke it? Whatever it was, either his pheromones or her own hormones playing tricks on her mind, it caused her pupils to dilate and her eyes to sparkle slightly brighter as she looked up at him.

[User]
There was an air of intelligence about the Lady Victoria that made Vail feel wary of her. Sipping at his drink, he eyed her discreetly as she went on to press him for details about how their fathers had known each other. Though the men of the era they lived in often looked down upon women as lesser members of society, he'd been around long enough to know better than that. In the past, he'd crossed paths with plenty of women whom, by any definition of the word, were quite smart. They always shared a curious glimmer in their eyes, eager to learn, but stifled by the culture they lived in. He could tell with just a glance that Victoria was among them. That meant he needed to be careful about what he said to her.

Even then, he had to wonder if simply guarding his tongue was enough. The Lady's watchful gaze didn't slip past him for a moment. It was clear that she was observing him for some reason—probably to see through any lies, he guessed. The thought brought him some amusement in the midst of his guardedness, and a hint of a smile tugged at his lip. He concealed the expression by lifting his glass to take another sip, unable to help but think that this woman was something special. He supposed he should have expected as much from the daughter of Lord Alexander though. His father had told him that the former head of the Crest household had been quite a dangerous force as well.

Putting his own observations of Victoria aside, Vail knew he couldn't let himself get tangled up in the snares of the trap she was laying down. Whether she believed he was a member of the Order or an enemy that needed to be slain, he needed to keep her from finding out he wasn't human. His hazel eyes danced over the other people in the ballroom. If there were any Saints among them, he would be killed in a heartbeat. For the sake of keeping his word to his father, he couldn't let her know who she was talking to.

"Perhaps," he answered her question with a shrug. "To be perfectly honest, my father never told me very much about their encounters. He's always been a man of few words, so I'm afraid I don't have much more to say about their history." He studied her blue eyes, noticing the captivated look they held as she gazed up at him. It seemed that his lingering around her for this long was beginning to have an effect on her psyche. He ran his tongue across his teeth, drawn instinctively to the thought of coaxing her away from the crowd while she was vulnerable. Though it was tempting, he restrained himself. To feed on this Lady would be to invite conflict with both the Crests and the Wynters. He couldn't do something so foolish.

"I'm sorry if I've disappointed you," Vail finally said, breaking the spell as he turned away from her again.


[System]
Age: 25
Appearance:
Personality: Ellorei could be described in one word, gentle. It had been that way since she was a child. Her heart was always passionate about justice for the weak and wanted nothing more than to give voice to those who had none. Her deep kindness for all creatures is often portrayed as naivete, an assumption that would be most unwise.
Height: 5'5
Race: Human
Home Nation: Nomadic Tribe
Magical Capabilities: Gaia Magic
History: Upon her 10th birthday she was witness to a terrible murder while traveling with her nomadic tribe, the Cha'mir. Crying to her parents, she vowed from that moment on to be an advocate for the weak. So, began her journey. As was the case for many Cha'mirans, she dedicated her life to Gaia. However, this is where her adherence to tradition ends; she left her tribe to wander the lands as a self-proclaimed guardian of the journey. With her heart sure of the decision she left the Cha'mir with her parents and Chiefton's blessings. Ellorei began her trial to prove her worth to Gaia in the wilds keeping to dense forests wherein she felt the powers of Gaia manifest through her the strongest. This was the first she had been away from her tribe for any length of time, and the solitude was at times trying. The Cha'mir, those that were lucky to meet them, are known for the deep familial ties as much as they are for their deep respect for nature. Nights were full of campfire tales and on the occasion and holiday, dancing. However, the moment she thought of returning to them, her memory flashed to the wrongful murder thus steeling her resolve. When the time for her solitude was coming to it's close, the whispers of Gaia grew into a voice that Ellorei came to cherish like her own mother's. Upon her ritual dedication, Ellorei waded into a spring in the deep forests not far from Leias. Her spirit calm despite the sacrifices she would soon be forced to make, it was then she heard that same ethereal voice, "Your trial is done, my child. Go flourish my gentle soul."

[User] Pyra gave a tired nod as he barely heard the compliment, simply allowing himself to be carried to a bunk without any attempt at movement himself. It was... probably safe. Should he let himse- he passed out, his body finally beginning the rejuvenating process known as 'Rest'. Not that it would help much with a broken arm.

[Assistant] Flin sighed in relief as Zay climbed down the ladder. If he was this relaxed about things now, it likely meant that there was no longer any immediate danger. Flin forced himself on his feet again despite the intense pain, and sat down on his bunk. He looked at Zay for a moment, before looking at the ground in shame. He had wanted to aid his captain, but instead it backfired completely which put Zay at risk. "I apologise for being a liability, captain." He simply said, trying his best to breathe in a more controlled manner.

[User]
Baeshri Hills
"I have seen these before, but I never knew exactly their purpose. So, Rem, you're gathering them for an antidote then?" smiling despite herself Ellorei was amazed to see the knowledge that Rem commanded in action. Ellorei thought to herself how long it took for Rem to gain such a calm wisdom while also thinking about her own flaws. Her fascination grew as she knelt down to inspect the red wisp-caps Rem instructed to pick. Gently she began to gather one closest to her to marvel at yet another of Gaia's many gifts. Just as she was about to ask yet another question Ellorei's attention was immediately drawn to the pupae that had fallen and morphed into something acrid enough to damage a perfectly good boot. It was now that her mind was thinking of insects that she heard the buzzing, an almost barely there sound of some sort of creature.

"Rem, I know I talk a great deal but," Ellorei stood from her sitting position, "I promise that buzzing isn't my chatter."


[System]
Rain Guardian

Normal Appearance

TYL Appearance

Known simply as 'The Serpent', or 'Il Serpente' in Italy, Hisaki has become a powerful assassin under the Vongola as their Rain Guardian. He wields Rain Flames, with Mist Flame abilities to compliment it. His main style is trickery. He hides his snake katana with Mist Flames, disguising it as a cane shortsword. His trickery around his weapon alone is as a result two-fold. He employs the use of Rain flames to augment his strikes and slow the opponent down, while using Mist flames to outpace them. To make up for his lower mastery of Mist flames, he uses small-scale illusions at an incredibly fast pace. He carries hidden throwing knives as an alternative combat option, known for striking them with his blade to throw them in unexpected ways and directions.
Aliases: Namimori Serpent
Age: 17
Gender: Male

Combat Data
Faction: Vongola
Position: Rain Guardian Candidate
Flame: Rain
Equipment:
Type Preferred - Sword with sheath weapons

Training Bokken with Sheath: A training sword with a specially made sheath.

Fighting Style: Hisaki's fighting style is deceptively passive, moves slowly, then suddenly lashes out explosively at the right moments in a counter-attack. The way Hisaki personally fights is using deception, and baiting his opponents into making the wrong move. He employs an Iaido style of swordsmanship, as well as hand to hand to compliment it. He'll often try to provoke his opponent though, which matches with his style. His rudimentary skill and precision is best shown in his ability to strike knives towards targets accurately as ranged weapons.

Techniques:

Shinsuiryuu Original Techniques
Ryuubi (Dragon Tail) - Backhanded strike with the sheathed weapon, before bringing himself into a draw stance. A standard pro-active move where the user strikes first.
Ryuusou (Dragon Claw) - A sideswipe attack using the blade handle as the contact point that simultaneously brings the blade into a draw stance. Used to parry. When he enters a draw stance with any of these two moves he can simply do normal slash and draw moves, or the special techniques below.
Totsukawa (Crashing River) - A simple dashing draw slash that if blocked can be appended into a Battou attack, converting it from an Iai move.
Niseiryu (Twin Crossing Dragons) - Two slashes in rapid succession before sheathing.
Senkou Shinryuuken (Flashing True Dragon Sword) - From any draw, a wide range slash that slashes everything around him. It's not a simple horizontal cut, but a single slash that changes direction, intensity, and angle to strike multiple targets in key spots in a single swing. This is a draw technique and ends with a sheathing of the sword, and is the first advanced technique learned in this style.

Hisaki's Original Techniques
Jakatsu (Snake Slide) - Enters stance while dashing to the side. What makes this unique is that the footwork is so quiet and subtle that most of the time the attacker doesn't know where he is based on sound and direction he moved out of their sight alone. This move will end with him entering a draw stance, where he can use the following, or any of his Shinsuiryuu techniques.
Jadoku (Snake Venom) - A slash that's aimed at vitals or muscles, it requires the least amount of effort, and is often the best way to disable opponents, or defeat them without causing greivous harm. At the same time it can cause the most harm by striking more painful places instead.
Zanrouga (Slashing Prison Fang) - While in draw stance right before being struck he'll execute Jakatsu backwards, then forwards past them in quick succession while slashing them once.

Special Characteristics:
Multiple Flames (Mist, not yet awakened).
Personal Data
Background: Hisaki was born to a poor and neglective family, father and mother eventually were imprisoned, and he was sent off to his uncle in Namimori. He was a problem child, but his uncle's dojo allowed him to better focus his emotions. He was an excellent student in the Shinsuiryuu Itto-ryu, or "True Water Dragon" style, a single blade style, but maybe a little zealous or rebellious, as he very quickly started developing his own techniques and style based around trickery, something his uncle isn't happy about. The fact it was before he was even recognized a master of the style too added to this.

Him being a problem child didn't really stop though, it just was far less. He gained a reputation for being fairly provocative, and this didn't sit well with the other juveniles and the gangs they formed, so he beat them up when they came looking for him. Because of the way he moved he was likened to the fast and sudden strike of a snake. This brought him to the attention of the Vongola in the area as well, partly due to his lineage, he was then recruited and it leads to now the present day. He knows little of the Vongola, but he sees joining them here as a chance to make use of his skills, something he's painfully aware that won't land him any jobs were he to choose to live a normal life.

His uncle was actually once part of the Vongola, but fell ill, leaving him with some permanent damage to his body's functions, preventing him from ever using his dying will flames, or exerting himself physically. Hisaki's mother and father were actually traitors, and are currently imprisoned by the Vindice. His uncle is uneasy about his current involvement with the Vongola, as he wanted to lead his nephew on a more righteous path without involving himself with the world of Mafia. He is unaware of this so far.

Personality: Hisaki is a rather callous person, he would taunt his enemies snidely and sometimes if provoked, rather angrily and without relent. He has a softer spot for small animals, his favourite being lizards, and despite that attitude does have honor towards those who earn his respect, and not actually very easy to provoke, if anything most of the time it's his opponents who are provoked. Those were the result of his discipline under his style of swordsmanship. Had he not gone under training and discipline he would have become a much less cooperative person.

Relationships:
Reina Saotome [Friendly Rivalry]: She attacked him believing the gang members he was brutally beating up were being bullied by him, that was not the case and they clashed. They are slightly at odds due to Hisaki's seeming disregard for others, though Reina was one of the few who earned his respect. It won't stop him from taunting her if they fight though.
Yoshiaki Sugihara [Acquaintance]: The two have occasionally met on the account of him being Reina's friend, and that the both of them frequent the arcade.

Nationality: Japanese, small quarter Italian.
Birthdate: 16th of July
Blood Type: No clue.
Height: 5'7
Weight: 52kg
Likes: Fried seafood and egg dishes.
Dislikes: Arrogance.
Hobbies: Fighting games at arcade.
Talents: He's talented with a knife, he hasn't learned to, but he can learn to make high class sashimi if he put time into it.
Family: His uncle, Touya Kawaguchi, and his parents, Sako and Jiro Kawaguchi.
Character Theme: Gluttony Fang TYL: Gluttony Fang II
Other:

[User]
Ayumu blinked twice as his blonde underclassman leaned in close and looked around as if he was being watched by forces unknown or the government. He blinked twice when the pingpong player mentioned demons. In total, he blinked twice twice, about twice as many times as he'd expected he'd have to blink during this conversation. "And by that you mean...?" he asked with a confused tilt of the head.

"Hisaki is a demon and I need an extra pair of hands to ya know get him sorted. We're mafia! I say we tie him up when he's not expecting it and get it out of him."

'....Well,' Ayumu thought, and then blinked twice thrice. That was not at all what he was expecting - something more along the lines of the symbolic demon that their tyrant leaders and their hiking regime had become - but good on Hisaki for chatting with his underclassmen... even if the impression he left was the kind that replaced woodland serial killers with demonic apparitions. Nevertheless, this was a problem he should probably address.

"Mmm... How about not trying to fight a demon with a history of violence?" Ayumu suggested to the low-budget Rambo, his hushed whispers a beacon of logic in the fog of Sanji's confused mind. Who knew that his strange icebreaker would end up like this? Not Ayumu, but he would have to follow through with this. It was the right thing to do, and indeed, trying to front with demons literal or otherwise was not the right thing to do. He would have to fix this, and he knew exactly what to say: "Instead of that, I'd suggest calling in an exorcist. Try throwing some blessed salt and water at him for good measure. Trust me, I know how these things work."

He paused.

"Or you know, he could've been joking."

. . .

"...I wouldn't throw salt at anyone, that's kind of a dick move."

[Assistant] "I do not see the point of this conversation." Sachiko said with a slight tilt of her head this conversation literally had no point so why were they pursuing this train of thought. "Though on a side note what do you mean Hisaki is a demon. I am pretty sure Hisaki lacks the needed occult abilities and look to be classified as a demon." This was a odd thing she was sure Hisaki lacked horns and a tail to be a demon or a devil so why were they calling him one? "It seems that more information is going to be needed if I am to grasp what exactly they are talking about." Sachiko muttered. Despite all she knows and so forth she was still a bit clueless on majority of things but she supposed it was best to learn now rather than later.

[User]
Reina Saotome || Namimori Shopping District
Victory never tasted this great. A fist was raised to the sky as a sign of victory before Rei snickered back at the rest of the boys who had participated in the race. "Tsk tsk tsk. Never underestimate girls with super strength. My training wasn't just for shows, heh." Chest puffed outward with hands rested at her hips, an expression of proudness plastered across her face.

Once the group moved over to a restaurant after all the shopping, Rei ate sushi rolls to her heart's content while minding a little to how much the upperclassman would be paying for all these. After swallowing the salmon sushi in her mouth, she casually commented, "Didn't think senpai was serious when he said he'd treat us to eat! Not that I'm complaining or anything though." Rei happily plopped in another salmon sushi in her mouth after dipping it in soy sauce.

There seemed to be a little commotion over at the table with Yoshiaki and Ayumu, to which Rei would've approached over to break up whatever it was but by the look on her best friend's face, he must have been talking about something serious. Deciding that she'd leave them alone for now, she leaned closer to the group and whispered, "I wonder what's wrong with them. " Rei kept her eyes on them from time to time while continuing her meal, until Yoshi bid his farewell to the group. "See ya Yoshi! Don't be late tomorrow!"

Reina Saotome || Mountain Trail
In the end, the one who ended up late to the point of almost missing the group leave for the camp site was none other than Rei. The girl ran with all she had when her eyes caught the sight of them leaving the shrine, all the while shouting over, "Hey guys! Wait for me! I'm here!"

A lot of factors had lead to her tardy. One being her alarm not going off, due to the fact that Rei had forgotten to switch the alarm to ON the night before. Two being her dear granny insisting to pack as many things she thought her grandchild would need in this trip, but really, even Rei thought it was already overpacked with stuff already.

With a huge luggage at her back, the tomboy girl started to march with the group along the mountain trail. The weight of her backpack wasn't too much of a burden to her, all thanks to her previous boss' training method. Seeing evident signs of exhaustion from Ayumu, the underclassman grinned and offered, "Need a hand with that, senpai? I owe ya from yesterday's treat."

Just as she offered, Fon ordered for them to stop. When he suggested to hand over their luggage towards the fox tailed lady, Rei's gaze turned towards her and commented, "I don't think she could handle my stuff. Granny overpacked it with too much, only I could probably carry it around. Thanks for the offer though, lady!"

While she was speaking to the leaders to this trip, can't say "adults" due to Fon being a strange, talking toddler, a group of them seemed to be engaging in a fun? sounding conversation. But since she was too out of hearing range to hear the good stuff, Rei closed in to the small group and cluelessly stated, "Hey, what're you guys talking about while giving Hisaki weird looks like that?"

[Assistant]
"Shh not so loud younglings!" Sanji was tempted to take back that remark as he seen Rei....Just forget it happened. "When demons walk upon our grass, May they face good as they pass!" he climbed a stone and did a somewhat odd fighting pose one hand in the air and other giving the symbol for peace "Mr.Bust". Although his brand new Secret Identity name was out there and it sounded as if he was a slum lord, he was a exorcist/detective. He hoped off the stone. He followed Hisaki (Not very discreetly) measuring his height and whatnot while he waited for the hike/walk to stop.

This...This isn't gonna be a one time thing....

[User]
Hisaki Kawaguchi | Camping

Hisaki was at the head of the hiking group, he'd brought an array of essential items and easy to make foods, as well as a book on ingredients, but somehow he didn't look eager. That was probably because he disliked camping, he preferred the comforts of the city life, plus his uncle would make him go camping once a year for his training up until last year. He was glad to no longer need to, but to go camping again this year didn't appeal to him, despite that he came quite prepared with a fairly full bag. Likely with all this, this was probably another training camp... He was too busy frowning and hiking ahead with disdain to hear the chatter behind him too.

The hike itself was no problem to him, hiking up mountain trails was pretty normal to him, but that didn't mean he didn't want it to end. He looked a little ahead, and it seems there was still more of this path... Just walking was boring, but running would be too tiring. He just wanted to finally reach the camp site.


[System]
Age: 16

Personality: Hazel harbors a lot of resentment for the world, and might seem bitter. If you get past that, she's a lively, if extremely sarcastic, person. She needs alone time, but actually loves spending time with the few people she trusts enough to call her friends.
Favorite color: Navy blue
Reason for running away: Hazel grew up in what's best described as a harsh neighborhood. No father in the picture, an alcoholic for a mother - Hazel has always run wild, and being so neglected at home, she ran away one night when her mother was so thrashed she barely remembered who Hazel was.

[User]
"Maeson. Maeson... MAESON! Get your ass up and out of bed. It's your turn to cook." Raeya grumbled, kicking the bed stand trying to wake up her bear of a brother. Out of the three of them Maeson was always the last to get up and the hardest. Sebastyian and Raeya usually drew straws to decide who would try to wake him up, and unluckily it was Raeya's morning to try. "Seriously? God you sleep like a fucking rock." Rolling her eyes she gave one final kick to the bed and walked into her bathroom to use her final resort, water. Filling up her cup with freezing water, she made a quick sign of the cross and prayed she could outrun her brother this morning. Creeping back into his room she slowly poured the water on his chest and backed up as he rose, growling, hair plastered to his face.

"WHAT IN THE EVER LOVING HELL ARE YOU DOING RAEYA?!?" He choked out, teeth gritted, standing to his full 6'1 height.  "You're trying to give me pneumonia that's it isn't it? God why can't I ever sleep in on a Saturday?" He asked himself looking up at the ceiling, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I swear I can't have normal siblings can I? Now why in the hell are you waking me up at seven in the morning?" Stripping out of his wet shirt and boxers from behind a screen he threw on grey sweatpants and a tanktop, showing off the roman numerals of his siblings birthdays' and his parents' death date tattooed on his chest. "And where in the hell is Sebastyian at?"
"I don't know where he is, probably doing something Sebastyian-like though." Raeya answered, stripping down Maeson's wet bed sheets for him.

Speaking of Sebastyian he was already up and running around, after doing his morning exercises and meditating for a hour, he wandered into find his siblings in a stare down. "Well I know I'm the better looking twin most days, but you've gotta clean yourself up Maes. The wet dog look isn't flattering on you. He joked, leaning against the doorjamb, arms crossed with a crooked grin. "Yeah yeah yeah, shut up Sebastyian, you know these guns are what the ladies like." Maeson said, flexing his arms as Raeya make puking noises behind him. Nodding Sebastyian rolled his eyes and pulled his hair back into a man-bun and turned around. "Who's cooking? I'm starved." He threw over his shoulder as Maeson and Raeya said at the same time, "Maeson." "Raeya."

[Assistant]
"Hey, guys, could you quiet down for just a few seconds? It's Saturday morning, and I need my beauty sleep."

The tall Jewish girl standing in the doorway wore a knee-length shift, and not much else. She rubbed her eyes, and her hair was wild in the morning. Missy had had a late night last night, and she wasn't the type of girl to take 'no' for an answer. She was also skilled at handling whips.

[User]
Ena was already in the kitchen making a huge breakfast, the radio turned down so only she could hear. The little artist in her made the pancakes into butterflies and dinosaurs for the little ones and really good looking pancakes for the older kids. She pulled out the bacon and, cooked to perfection, they looked mouth watering. The scent wafted through the house and a smile lit her face. Hopefully that'll wake the sleepy heads up. She heard Cool for the Summer come on and she started rocking out in her over-sized shirt and messy hair.

Today was a very good day, as today she might be selling some of her artwork to a gallery. No one knew yet, but she got the call yesterday night after coming home from work. She sang to the song, loving the best as she started cooking the eggs. She heard screaming up stairs and giggled softly. Looks like they're up, she thought. Ena shouted "bacon! Come and get it!"

[Assistant]
Nyteshaed had been attempting to sleep off a hangover, but it seemed like another morning of screaming voices had other ideas. She buried her pounding head in her pillow and attempted to block out the noise, but her brain had decided she was up and going to deal a throbbing headache and a mouth that tasted like a brewery shit in it. She slowly opened her eyes and quickly closed them as the weak sunlight coming through her blinds stung at her retinas. Never again. She thought. Not that she was never going to drink again, but that she was never going to use whiskey as a mixer for vodka again. She was suddenly jolted awake by violent revolution and she bolted from her room with surprising speed. Not even bothering to put a shirt on, she made for the bathroom and was promptly violently ill into the toilet.
"Well good morning to you too, nausea." She muttered into the toilet bowl. "I was wondering when you might show up."

[User]
Morgan had always been a morning person. She remembered her parents saying it had been a blessing and a curse, they never got a lie-in but at least she was early to bed. The latter wasn't so true anymore. This morning, as with all mornings, she'd quietly made herself a coffee before returning to her room and sitting on the window sill. She sat there and watched the city come to life, music playing through headphones with her coffee in one hand and a cigarette in another. It was her favourite way to spend the morning.

Faintly hearing the row over her music she smiled to herself. The Devonshires disagreements was also as much a part of her morning routine, signalling that it was time for her to face the world. Putting out her cigarette and taking off her headphones, she threw a flannel shirt on over her shorts and cami. When she first came here she was more concerned with her appearance, but this morning her currently blue hair was very much untamed. Padding down to the kitchen, she gave a small smile as Ena danced around. "Morning." She said as she set to refilling her mug.

******

As the sun began to rise, Oscar was still very much sprawled across his bed fast asleep. For him mornings were very much for sleeping. However sleep too long and he'd miss another of his great loves: breakfast. After too many tragic near misses he'd reluctantly set an alarm so that's why suddenly his phone started to ring out 'La Bamba'. It was the little things, and it was enough to bring a faint smile to his lips as he stirred into consciousness. Fishing out the phone from among the covers he turned down the volume and jumped out of bed.

Hopping across the room as he pulled on trousers and finding a clean t-shirt, he then went and swung open the curtains. "I think today will be a good day." And then that delicious smell of bacon hit him and his smile only grew. Walking out of his room he called out, "Good morning everyone!" It was a risk - somewhere quite scary in the morning - but he was counting on Maeson's shouting having already done the most damage. Running down the stairs and seeing the beautiful sight before him, he dramatically put his hand to his heart and swooned. "Oh Ena! You are my saviour, an angel, truly!"

[Assistant]
Hazel groaned as she rolled over in bed. She checked the time on her phone's display. 7:02, and she could hear people yelling nearby! Three guesses who... she thought. She slunk back under the covers, blocking out the sound with her pillow - not very efficient, though.

"Bacon! Come and get it!" a muffled, vaguely sing-songy voice yelled from downstairs. Hazel silently counted to ten as she got herself together to get up and out of bed. She wasn't exactly used to getting up at this hour on the weekends - hell, not even on most weekdays. With a sigh, she heaved herself out of bed. Taking a brush to her hair and throwing on some clothes - jeans and a loose-fitting tank top - she sluggishly made her way downstairs.

"Mornin'..." she muttered as she stepped into kitchen, idly rubbing her eye.


[System]
"Good? Evil? Please. Such concepts are made up from the self righteous fools who have a holier than thou attitude. Acts of 'good' could bring great harm to others at some point, and acts of 'evil' may benefit another." - A cranky insomniac

Gender:
Female

Age:
17

Appearance:
Standing at a fairly average five foot six, Elaine isn't all that physically impressive, and not exactly on the 'attractive' side. She hardly has any muscles and weighs at barely 125lbs, nearly bordering on underweight no matter how much she eats. She has a skinny, lanky and has a fairly small frame and she constantly looks like she needs to eat more. Many people assume she doesn't eat a lot, when in fact the opposite is true. If anything, she eats far too much. Her canines seem to be longer than most peoples.

She has short cut black hair, and a fairly pale complexion with bright blue eyes. Often, she wears her hair long and untied.

After that, they would probably notice the perpetual scowl and dark bags under her eyes, suggesting the girl gets little sleep for whatever reason. She does, in fact, suffer from chronic insomnia, which may play a part in her perpetual bad mood. There have been attempts to try and fix this, but it seems drugs aren't much of a cure. On her back, seems to have been carved a rather painful looking magic rune right into her flesh.

Personality:
In a few short words? Grumpy, easily annoyed, and generally could honestly care less about you and your problems. Not her fault, really. On average she only gets about two hours of sleep every twenty four hours, at least that's her excuse. She generally keeps to herself most of the time, and only interacts minimally with other people, and any time someone does she will simply stare at them blankly before promptly telling them to get lost in the rudest manner she can possibly muster.

That's not saying she's a bad person. While she does keep to herself and is a bit a rude, jackass that doesn't entirely play well with others, her moral compass is...odd. While she wouldn't go out of her way to help someone since it would be both tiring and annoying, at the same time she'd never go out of her way to seriously harm anyone. If anything, she's out for herself, pure and simple. She comes first, and would only do something if it was in her best interests to do it.

However - she is surprisingly loyal if she gives you her word about something. She'd rather be known as someone who's trustworthy than someone who isn't after all. No one likes traitors. As such, she'll likely always side with those she's known longer rather than not, unless she herself, could benefit greatly from it in some manner. She can often be bribed with an appropriate amount of money, food, or any combination of both. Items of value typically hold no value to her.

Most of the time, she speaks in short sentences, often sounding incredibly tired when she does so. Doesn't like physical activity, as it is tiring, and she doesn't really have a lot of energy to spare. She tends to be surprisingly philosophical sometimes. She spends a lot of sleepless nights thinking about...well, quite a number of things.

History:
There's not much to mention here, really, save perhaps for her families origins if you know anything of the Wendigo though, you'll probably at least have a good idea of what happened. Similar to werewolves, Wendigos used to be human, though once wendigos turn into the monsters they can never usually go back. Elaine is a bit of a special case, in that regard thanks to her father.

Somewhere in Canada, near old Inuit lands, is where Elaine grew up living a fairly normal, if somewhat isolated life. Being so far north, there wasn't really much happening in the small community where she lived, and even then her family was seen as somewhat odd, due to their religious practices. Elaine's family has long watched over a forest to the north, an old, cold place where many old rituals on 'sacred land' took place. Over time, most of these rituals were forgotten, but people still avoided the land because of tradition - and a small bit of fear.

Her family, was one that didn't forget and sought to make sure the land was kept safe and to keep people out.

When Elaine was a child, she wondered into these lands, and got lost. To this day, she will say it was because she heard something calling to her. It's not too much of a stretch to realize what that was. Cold, afraid, alone, and almost starving, she wanted something - anything to eat. Well, it just so happened that this sacred ground was home to a spirit - the Wendigo, and it possessed the child. Her parents searched for her, but it took time. The beast was smarter than most people gave it credit for, but when people started disappearing in town he had to be swift before things got complicated. He knew the family legends well, and had a pretty good idea of what happened.

After some effort, He tracked the beast, and using old rituals and magic, sealed it. He had saved his daughter, but she was never the same after that. The beast had a rather obvious effect on her disposition. She outright refused to let them exorcise it. After countless arguments, being unable to do anything to help her, they sent her to somewhere they thought could help with her condition.

Metahuman Classification:
Possessed Human, Wendigo Spirit.
She is in fact, a wendigo. A human possessed by the Native American spirit of Greed and Gluttony. That's a bit of a bad combination in terms of ones personality. This, while granting her a number of abilities, also has a number of side effects that are less than glamorous. Its something she's had to live with most of her life, but until recently it hasn't been a problem. Theoretically, one could probably exorcise the spirit, but she has no intentions of doing so.

* Enhanced Physiology: Simply put, despite her frail looking form, she could probably punch a hole through solid brick without even trying, and is likely at the peak physical condition a human could possibly be in without damaging their muscles. She could easily lift three times her own body weight without even trying, and could lift anywhere from six hundred to seven hundred pounds, and this is without accessing any help from the spirit. The spirit simply being attached to her in this manner grants her this tremendous physical strength. Likewise, her stamina is something that would make most Olympic athletes jealous, and is fairly agile when she wants to be. Her sleepy demeanor tends to make it easy enough to catch people off guard with just these abilities.
* Insatiable Hunger, Gluttonous Healing: Sharing a body with a spirit of Greed and Gluttony isn't exactly easy. She is constantly hungry, desiring to eat whenever necessary. This is something that isn't easily suppressed, except by actually eating. Thankfully, despite the spirit being based in cannibalism, she can eat almost anything from metal to meat. Of course, she will admit that human flesh is something she has in fact eaten before on one extreme circumstance, and that it is the best way of going about satiating the hunger. The upside is, that eating actually invigorates her. Meaning, she can eat - and she'll heal almost anything. The effects are even obvious mid combat. The more she eats, the more she heals and healthier she becomes...and the stronger the spirit becomes.
* Beastly Senses: Her Sense of hearing and smell, has been boosted greatly and could substitute to using those to see even at night or in dimly lit areas, and is able to hear on frequencies normal humans likely wouldn't be able too. Granted, this also makes it so she could also be overwhelmed easily by sudden loud noises and sense of smell could easily confuse her if she has nothing else to go on.
* Partial manifestation: She is able to partially manifest the spirit at will in herself. What does this mean? Well, small increase to physical strength, agility, speed at the cost of some of her self-control. Typically, she gains horrific looking claws on the end of her hands, with a pelt of thick, matted dark colored fur extending up her arms, and canines elongating into sharp points designed for rending and tearing flesh. The claws, are sharp enough to cut through quite a few materials, and the fur turns into a tough, difficult to damage hide that could shrug off blows from even bullets.
* Beastly Manifestation (restricted ability, unable to access): This ability, if one could call it that, is completely restricted by complicated magic to keep the spirit itself, more or less suppressed barring any extreme circumstances. This, is well, what one might call it when the beast fully takes over. The creature stands at eight feet tall, covered in coarse, matted black fur. It has long, antler like horns atop its head, which is covered in a bony plate. Its mouth is full of sharp, but uneven teeth, and its ribcage is easily seen on its chest, bony protrusions revealing a hollow, empty stomach. Its physical abilities have yet to be fully tested, but with its size and the physical strength she displays normally, most people don't want to take the chance. The last time it was out, it caused more than a little trouble.

Weaknesses:

* Fire - She burns easily. More so than most people, and in fact seems to have a bit of a fear of it. Likely due to the Wendigo spirit.
* Silver tends to have an ability to drain her strength a bit. While nothing deadly, it will greatly sap her strength and weaken her and the spirit
* Not eating, actually weakens her. Also makes her irritable and more cranky. A combo of which, is not good for most peoples health.

Allergies:
N/A

Pre-existing conditions:
Is a terrible insomniac. Can't sleep on a regular basis to saver her life, and drugs don't seem to be of much help. On a regular basis, she gets around 2 hours every twenty four hours.

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Crown saw a girl's face seem to look hurt or annoyed by his greeting. While some of the others greeted him back and gave him various handshakes, the girl walked away to get food. He never met her before and she definitely caught his attention. So he followed he to where she was going to sit, in as least creepy way as possible. "I don't think she cares for anything, but food right now." Crown joked as he sat down in a empty seat near Liam and Elaine. He addressed her first.

"Sorry about earlier, It looked like I pissed you off, somehow. Well here, hopefully this will make up for it.". Crown tore out one of the basic sunflowers that are used all around the school for decoration. He crushed the flower and wrapped his other hand around the stem. With just a couple of quick turns, it had changed. He opened both hands and presented a Blue Rose to Elaine. "Watch the thorns. They got me a few times while making it. " Crown warned her with a genuine smile to his gift. He used to do that all the time back home with the ladies. They always liked that one.

Crown placed the Rose in front of her and looked to Liam. "What's up man, it looks like you've seen a ghost.."

[Assistant]
Ashleigh looked up, feeling someone's gaze on her, she tilted her head. I suppose it was only a matter of time, before someone noticed me She thought to herself, setting the book aside, she absently gave a way, closing the cover with a mere thought. It thumped shut with a soft sound. Her dark eyes studied the boy who had been about to approach her, and she decided to take sympathy on him. She rose smoothly, and ensuring that the bracelet was still on her wrist, clasped well, and that her gloves didn't let any strip of skin show, she walked over to him.

"Did you want something?" She asked, polite enough, but she di@Hitman5455dn't offer her hand in greeting, instead keeping it by her side. It was rare that Ashleigh would put herself out, yet she remembered what it was to be there, on the first day. She had come half-way through a semester, recovered from her beating, and intimidating by everyone, an deverything, spending days cowering under the weight of emotions, until the bracelet.

As she thought about it, her hand strayed to it, as if to reassure herself that it was there. She looked up at the greeting, and frowned slightly, looking about her. There was a strange collection of emotions. She looked towards Liam, shook her head, and back to the boy she was talking to, pushing the emotions to be back of her mind. It was easy to do, with the bracelet.

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As soon as she sat down, Elaine started eating. Normally at first. Using her silverware as normally as possible. Fork to...fork things, spoon to scoop things, knife to cut things. As much as she didn't like being here, free food like this was an easy way to get on her good side. Or at least, on her less-bad side anyways. Not to mention, it was surprisingly good, though she wasn't exactly an accurate judge of 'delicious' since she'd eat just about anything as long as it wasn't directly poisonous or toxic. As she ate though, she started going faster, almost forgetting she was eating in public.

She had just brought a handful of lettuce to her mouth, ready to hungrily devour it when Liam walked up. She heard him of course, and realized that she had likely been eating in a somewhat off-putting way, but didn't care. Instead, she held up a single finger, chewing the last bit of food in her mouth before speaking. Might as well be somewhat polite she didn't want to start anything. That'd be tiring, but at least she was feeling less like death after eating.

"Do what you want." Elaine said to Liam in rather strained, tired voice, eyes just briefly turning to him for only a few moments before returning to the table. She was just about to get back to eating when the loud one from earlier had taken a seat next to her as well. She narrowed her eyes at him somewhat suspiciously as he took a flower. He had followed her, it seemed. Either she was prettier than she thought, or these guys were up to something since they seemed to know each other. He placed a blue rose in front of her, seeming to at least appear friendly. Well, it wasn't food...or money. So she had very little use for it.

"Oh no, it's alright. You just almost broke my ear drums." She grumbled, wolfing down the last of the food on one of her plates and setting it to the side as she grabbed another. "And I have little use for trinkets." She barely even looked at the flower, before returning to her plate. She didn't particularly want an apology anyways.


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Distinguishing Marks: The palms of both of her hands are scarred from all the bloodletting she's had to do for various spells over the years.
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Race: Witch
Height: 5'7"
Personality: Naya's time alone in the forest has not had a positive affect on her social skills, leaving her reclusive and with a tendency to get aggressive when surprised by strangers. That being said, she is also extraordinarily curious about everything from outside the forest and will sometimes follow travelers and hunters just to study them more closely. The witch also harbors a deep affection for animals and respects them more than people most of the time.

Naya is very physically affectionate with those she cares about and can be overtly protective. She once put a curse on a man who kept pestering Meng so that every time he got within a quarter mile radius of the farmer he would break out in hideous hives. Living in the forest has also made her incredibly resourceful, but also less educated than most.

Bio: Naya was born to the Belladonna clan on the western edge of the Semarian Forest. The young witch grew up not knowing who her biological mother was and was instead raised by the tribe mothers, as is custom to their race. She stayed here amongst the mossy lean-tos and the hemlock trees until she reached the age of thirteen, when she was required to take a year-long solo pilgrimage into the forest. It was meant to be a rite of passage that would awaken the magic in her bloodstream and mark her as a full-fledged witch.

A miserable year came and went, with young Naya scrabbling to survive alongside the harsh creatures of the forest, but her magic never awoke.

Needless to say, Naya was distraught. For as far back as she could remember, all she had ever wanted was to be able to do magic, but it seemed like that was impossible now. The teen could have returned to the clan and taken up a position fitting her magicless self, like watching after the children or cooking, but her shame was so great that she decided not to go back to her coven. After reaching this conclusion, Naya traveled to the southern edge of the forest, which was less inhabited due to its closer proximity to the unforgiving desert. Now fourteen and having lived in the forest for an entire year on her own, Naya was in bad shape. She was malnourished, her clothes in tatters, and food was becoming increasingly scarce. The youth didn't have high hopes for making it through the winter.

This is when an old farmer, Feiyan Meng, happened upon the young girl at the edge of her property. Though hesitant at first to assist a witch, her conscious got the better of her and she ushered Naya back to her cottage, where she nursed the scrawny youth back to health. Meng and Naya formed a friendship based on gratitude and a mutual love of horticulture. The teen stayed on the farm through the winter, helping with the chores to earn her keep.

One spring morning while she was pruning the roses, Naya cut herself on a thorn and a few drops of blood landed on a bud below. She was overcome with a huge sense of vertigo and fainted, coming to a few moments later to find that the bud was now fully flowered. Ecstatic that her magic had finally awoken, Naya once again set off on her own into the forest, this time to make a permanent home for herself where she could practice her craft.

Naya set her sights on a grand old oak tree and began to work on making it her home. Eight years pass in relative peace and the young witch focuses on honing her magic, only interacting with other humans when she would stop by the farm to visit Meng. Her luck runs out when she returns from the old woman's house one afternoon to see a group of cloaked figures surrounding her home, using kerosene and torches to send the ancient tree up in smoke. Naya has no choice but to flee, heading on foot towards the desert wastes of the south.

Skills:
Adept Blood Magic User - Well versed in blood magic, but has no skills in more natural magics, like elemental.

Adept at Survival Skills - She can light a fire, build a shelter, set a trap, and skin an animal like nobody's business!

Adept Gardener - Even without using magic, Naya almost never has a problem getting something to grow.

Important Possessions:
Grimoire - Contains everything from minor spells like 'To Cure Split Ends' all the way to major ones like 'To Forcibly Bind a Heart'.

Dagger - While plain, Naya always keeps the blade sharp. Usually has it on her person at all times.

Relationships:
Meng - The farmer that took her in when she was a girl. Naya used to visit her every week before she was chased from her home. She never told the old woman goodbye for fear that she would be attacked by the group that chased her out of the forest.

Belladonna Tribe - Naya has not had contact with her coven for over twelve years, but still thinks of them as her family. She has no idea what has happened to them now.

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Naya has been traveling for the past day and a half, but there is still no sign of anything other than desert in any direction.

The sun is almost at its highest point in the sky and the heat is unbearable, so the witch takes shelter at the nearest outcropping of rocks she can find. It's not much more than a boulder in all honesty, but it casts a blessed shade that's just big enough for the blue eyed girl to hide away in until later on in the evening, when the heat will hopefully be less sweltering. Before she sits down, Naya kicks at the boulder with her boot clad foot and the vibrations send a night adder slithering out from its hiding spot, hissing and puffing angrily at her for daring to disturb him. "Go on," Naya grumbles, waiting for the tiny beast to get it out of his system and move on to a less inhabited location. After a moment or two the snake deflates when he realizes she doesn't mean him any harm and decides to retreat, winding a path through the scorching sands and leaving the outcropping blissfully reptile free.

Naya drops her satchel and pulls her green traveling cloak off, spreading it over the scalding earth before she sits down with her back against the bedrock. Had the youth realized she'd be traversing the wastelands when she had gotten dressed yesterday morning she would have donned more substantial clothing, but as it were she only wore a dress she had patched together with the left over fabric scraps. It was flimsy and small and completely useless against the unforgiving extremes. It frustrated the girl so much that if it weren't counterproductive to her survival, Naya would have shucked the damn thing already and set it on fire.

But the brunette had no way of knowing of what lay ahead of her when she had gotten ready that morning, so she was strikingly unprepared. The only things she had in her bag were her grimoire, the strawberry jam Meng had given her after their visit, and a few yarrow stalks she'd found growing in a meadow not far from her tree. Naya hadn't brought any water at all, since it wasn't more than an hour walk to get to her friend's farm, and she was beginning to feel the effects. The witch's head was pounding to the point that it was almost blinding and her lips were chapped and raw with dehydration. At least she had grabbed her cloak on the way out, otherwise her pale skin would have burnt and blistered under this oppressive sun.

There is a rustling above her and powerful burst of wind sends her short hair flying in every direction. Naya turns to look up and strains her eyes against the sun to see that a hawk has landed on the top of the outcropping and is staring back at her, turning its great feathered head back and forth like it's trying to figure out what to make of her. "Hello little love," she greets, her normally soft voice rough from disuse and lack of water as she raises a brow at the curious creature. This one has been following her for the past couple of hours, which Naya thinks is odd behavior, but she can't be sure since she hasn't had much dealings with hawks in the past.

"Your dinner went that way," she tells it, nodding in the direction the night adder went. The bird remains unearthly still and continues to peer down at her, so Naya turns back around to give it its peace. The witch doesn't want to disturb the creature, since she'll be dead in a little while if she doesn't find water or the end of this desert, and if it keeps following her it can at least peck out her eyes for nutrition so her death won't be a complete waste.

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[Assistant]
Amon breathed slowly, his mortal body perfectly still in Ormuzhd's saddle. He continued to peer at the figure sat next to the rock through Kalophis' eyes, the hawk tilted its head at Amon's request before he returned his senses to his own body. As he returned his mind to his own body he inhaled sharply, he recited arcane mantras in his head ensuring that he'd regained full control of his body once more.

He looked around him, he couldn't see any figures nearby, and Ormuzhd seemed contented below him. In fact, the Giant Salamander had settled itself in the sand and nodded off. 'Come my friend' he said waking Ormuzhd 'We have found something' the Giant Salamander steadily got to its feet its long tongue darting out and scenting the air as it stood. With a telepathic direction from Amon, Ormuzhd went skittering across the sand at great speed. Amon clung onto the reigns as his cloak and loose fitting robes flowed around him in the mixture of desert sand and wind.

He wondered quite what he'd found as he rode towards the rock Kalophis was perched on. Clearly another refugee, but from where he couldn't ascertain, her style of dress seemed feral in nature, perhaps a northerner then? His lack of geographical knowledge denied him any further intuitive guesses, but he was contented with what little he knew for now.

As he came skittering over a dune the rock came into view, as he drew closer he drew Ra'kes from its sheath at his side, holding the reigns in his off hand only. As he drew closer Kalophis cawed before leaping from his perch and flying toward Amon and Ormuhzd who by now had slowed down significantly. Amon instructed Ormuzhd to continue lumbering towards the rock, taking his hand off the reigns and letting Kalophis settle in on his hand.

He rounded the rock and saw a tired and emaciated mage sat in the meagre shade provided by the rock, he noted her cracked dry lips and the way she seemed to have slumped against the rock. He sheathed Ra'kes and reached down with his free hand, unslinging a canteen and throwing it down next to her. He nodded to the canteen before getting off of Ormuzhd's back, the Giant Salamander settling down into the sand once more. Kalophis continued to sit on Amon's hand the hawk cocking its head from side to side, peering at the mage it had found before looking back to Amon.

'Drink' said Amon his deep voice and thick accent necessitating that he talk slowly, 'I know you have questions but drink first then talk'. After he had finished speaking he sat cross legged on the ground, Khalophis moved and sat on his shoulder and he placed his hands on his knees as though he was going to start meditating.

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The hawk give a cry and flaps his wings, abandoning her in pursuit of more lucrative meal endeavors, Naya decides. The girl lets out a ragged breath and flits her eyes closed, drawing her knees up to her chest and resting her cheek against them, trying not to think of how her tree had screeched when it was first set ablaze. The desert is silent for a moment or two longer, before Naya picks out the sound of something being dragged through the sand coming her way.

"Have you come back to reclaim your spot, little devil?" She asks with a tiny grin, cracking one eye open and expecting to see the night adder returning, only to be greeted by the sight of a mighty, lumbering lizard rounding the outcropping with a rider on its back. Naya straightens up instantly, her hand flying towards her boot to grab the hilt of her dagger and loose it from its sheath. The witch snarls at them, all teeth, but the rider pays her no mind, sheathing his weapon and tossing something at her. A canteen lands in the sands by her feet, the sound of its contents sloshing about and making the pale girl's mouth water reflexively.

"Drink," he tells her in a rumbling drawl after he has dismounted, the cadence of his voice marked by an accent that she had never hear before. "I know you have questions but drink first then talk," the stranger finishes, sitting cross legged in front of her, the same hawk from earlier moving to perch on his shoulder. Naya feels a pang of betrayal as she realizes the bird led this man right to her and she scrambles to her feet, wanting to be in a better position should she have to defend herself. She stares down at him for a moment, trying to discern some of his features, but his clothing masks his appearance almost completely.

After a moment of terse silence between them, Naya take her foot and drags the canteen closer, bending down and snatching it up briskly without ever taking her eyes off of the man creature. The witch shoulders the container and brings her dagger to her own hand, slicing through the skin of her palm with practiced ease before dragging the flat of the blade through the blood. The brunette then unscrews the canteen one handed and pours a small amount of water over the bloodied weapon, her eyes leaving the stranger just long enough to see if there is a reaction.

Her blood remains dormant so Naya decides that it probably isn't poisoned or hexed in any sort of way and brings it to her lips, taking a few greedy pulls of the water while she flicks her eyes back over to the stranger. It's fantastic, to finally have something to drink after so long in this heat, but the brunette still doesn't let her guard down.

"Thank you," Naya says begrudgingly after she downs half of it, recapping the container and chunking it back at him so that it lands in his lap. The witch crouches down and fishes through her bag, pulling out the strawberry jam and rolling it towards him as well. "Take it and go," she insists, her voice much smoother now that she is better hydrated.