[System]
Runan Isles Savior Corps

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Established in the wake of Westwel's destruction, the Runan Isles Savior Corps is by no means the most impressive program on Illun, but it's well-funded and well-run by a few survivors of Westwel's own Corps.

Character Info

Name – Besca Darroh
Age – 35
Affiliation – R.I.S.C.

Originally from Westwel, Besca Darroh has been around Saviors her entire life. Her grandfather had helped fell the Modir who would become "Dragon," and her father had headed Westwel's burgeoning Savior program. She met dozens of pilots, watched as their connection to the Modir ate away at their minds and bodies. Other nations treated their pilots like a resource to be burned through, kept at arm's length in all but public affairs. Besca, however, went out of her way to engage with Westwel's pilots and even piloting candidates, caring after them with a degree of humanity which was, frankly, missing in the programs of other nations. Her methods were derided as frivolous and naïve by her peers, but the pilots appreciated it, which, to her, was all that mattered.

She lost many things in Westwel's fall; her home, her father, her friends, and no small piece of her faith in humanity, but ironically enough she didn't lose her job. When Runa took in her country's refugees, and subsequently acquired their first Savior, they came to the last living member of Westwel's program for help in founding their own.

Nowadays, Besca doesn't often involve herself in the politics of the program. Technically speaking she isn't even chief of operations—a position occupied by the Runan government—but rather, her duties revolve around "pilot maintenance." While she hasn't lost her desire to make life easier for the pilots, she isn't nearly as incorrigibly optimistic or sunny as she once was.

Character Info

Name – Dahlia St. Senn
Age – 18
Affiliation – R.I.S.C.

Dahlia was a toddler when her home was destroyed by the Modir, spirited away from Westwel in the arms of a family friend. She spent the first fourteen years of her life in the quiet, lakeside town of Hovvi. She was, like many children, absolutely enthralled by the Saviors, so when she tested positive and was whisked away into orbit, Dahlia thought her dream had come true. She missed her friends, and her adoptive father, but this was her opportunity to do something important. This was her chance to help.

She had no idea.

Runa's Savior, Dragon, had not been phased by a single pilot until Dahlia entered the cockpit. With its potential finally unleashed, she was able to end invasions within minutes—which was crucial, because she couldn't remain connected for much longer than that before the giant's neural regeneration reached critical levels.

Dahlia has become Runa's WMD, and as such, she actually doesn't pilot as much as she did before R.I.S.C. acquired its two other Saviors. Besca has become rather protective of her, not wanting to risk putting her in situations where she may be forced to over-exert herself, or risk being overtaken.

Character Info

Name – Hadrian Ghaust
Age – 38
Affiliation – R.I.S.C.

Hadrian Ghaust is Helburke personified. He is strong, unrelenting, stoic to a chilling degree, and utterly devastating in the cockpit. Ghaust is also a veteran pilot, having commanded the Savior Marrowman in service of the Helburken crown for 20 years, and despite a phasing speed so slow that he rarely deigns to use his magic at all, he was well on his way to becoming one of his country's most accomplished pilots.

However, Ghaust's priority has always been the fight against the Modir, and Helburke's clamor for political power is something he viewed with silent disdain. To him, using Saviors to settle diplomatic disputes isn't just wasteful, it's shameful. So, when Helburke ordered him to bring Marrowman to bear against the newly-risen Runa's Dragon, he refused. When, then, he was given the ultimatum of going through with the duel or forfeiting his rank and position, he looked his general in the eye, ripped the pilot's medal from his collar, and left his home behind.

Overnight Ghaust was made a Pariah in Helburke, and his home turned against him. He was forced to leave, and though several foreign programs sought him out, Ghaust denied them all, even passing up a pilot's seat in Eusero. Instead, he went straight to the burgeoning program in Runa, who was more than happy to take him.

Character Info

Name – Safie Calhan
Age – 22
Affiliation – R.I.S.C.

R.I.S.C.'s newest pilot, Safie has spent the past year earning her place at Dahlia and Ghaust's sides. Born and raised in Runa's largest city, Queenshand, Safie was one of countless starry-eyed youths who dreamed of the day she'd get to step inside the cockpit of a Savior. A positive connection-test put her on the path, but it was the months upon months of personal training, rigorous study, and nights spent running sims until dawn that pulled her ahead of the other aspirants. With a phase potential speed just above average, she was a perfect fit between Runa's other two pilots.

While Dahlia has accrued something of a heroic mythos about her, she's often reclusive and hesitant to make many public appearances. Safie on the other hand loves to meet the people she's helping, be that with personal visits, answering fan-mail, or simply getting her hands dirty cleaning up after the messier invasions. Some see her approach as distinctly Euseran, but Safie didn't become a pilot for the attention, she became a pilot because it was the right thing to do.

Character Info

Name – Lucis Abroix
Age – 25
Affiliation – Casoban, on loan to the R.I.S.C.

Casoban's sole effort to save Westwel, while ultimately futile, planted the seeds of goodwill between it and Runa. Casoban has always lived in the influential shadows of Helburke and Eusero, but allied with Runa, the two manage a strong presence on the world stage.

As a show of solidarity, Casoban has even begun sending a Savior of its own as backup to Runa's invasions. Enter: Lucis Abroix.

Lucis is perhaps one of Casoban's most beloved pilots, despite having only a handful of deployments to his name. Handsome, personable, with a poetic flare and the voice of an angel, many people back home already consider him the face of Casoban's Savior program—a role he is more than happy to play. Lucis makes regular public appearances, seemingly never missing an opportunity to espouse his love for the beauty of the world, and his burning desire to protect it from the Modir.

[User]
Besca braced herself on the bar to keep from toppling to the ground, but kept one arm around Quinn. This was, at least, somewhat familiar to her. Quinn was an understandably emotional girl, and by now she'd lost track of how many times she'd held her like this. That was a dismaying thought on its own, but what weighed it down, made it worse, were the parts that weren't familiar.

She had, in years past, handled drunken pilots many times. It was a hassle but never surprising; piloting rewarded people with no shortage of reasons to drink, or smoke, or otherwise remove themselves from their horrid reality. It had been true of the hardiest sort, like Ghaust, and of the most seemingly-well-adjusted, like Safie. She had, on more than one occasion, had to pick both her and Dahlia off of the dormitory floor and bring them to their rooms. It had taken time, but eventually she'd learned how to handle them.

She did not know how to handle Quinn.

"S'okay, hun," she said softly. She ran a hand through Quinn's hair and shot a hard, expectant look at Follen. He only shrugged—useless fucker.

Slowly, carefully, she stood up out of her seat and guided Quinn down onto her own. She didn't let go though, instead holding her close. She wove her arm under Quinn's, around to her other shoulder, and helped her stay upright.

"Not goin' anywhere, just to bed. Gonna feel better after a little sleep. Come on, lean on me, just like that hun, there you go. Easy now."

Follen got up as well and went to open the door for them. They took unsteady steps, their progress slow, until they were outside again. Most of the station was still at work, but those who'd managed to get breaks this early, or weren't on shift yet, were gathered in faux-happenstance not too far from Tohoki Grill. Some tried to be subtle about their interest, others brazenly recorded with their phones. None of them dared approach though, so Besca ignored them.

"Alright Quinn, good work so far. Little bit further."

[Assistant]
Quinn's head spun like a top.

As they approached the door, she found it difficult to walk, difficult even to stand. She didn't really know what was going on as they walked—or, well, as Besca walked, and she stumbled alongside her. She understood, in the loosest sense, that they were going back to the dorms to sleep. That was fine. Sleep sounded good. She felt sick, and the tears were still dripping down her face for reasons she didn't fully comprehend. So she just leaned her head into the crook of Besca's neck and let herself be guided. The familiar sights of the Aerie were weird, distorted, seemed a little bit unfamiliar and...off.

At some point after they left the commons but before they made it to the dorm, she found herself talking. Or, at the very least, what could be passably assumed as talking of some kind. Really, less talking and more mumbling into Besca's neck as her brain spun in her head. Her voice was a soft, piteous thing, still clogged with tears, as well as heavy with the anxiety and pain that she couldn't seem to hold down anymore.

"Beshca, 's...ish Dahlia mad a' me?" She fell silent for a moment, burying her face in Besca's neck again as they traversed the hallway that led to the pilots dorms. A part of her dimly realized that's where they were, and her crying grew suddenly louder and heavier.

"Are...are you mad a' me?" Her tears quickly devolved into hiccuping sobs as her thin, shaking arms wrapped clumsily around Besca. "I don' wanna be 'lone anymore, wha'ever I did I'm sorry!"

[User]
Besca had to steel herself. Had to. It was like listening to a pilot die over comms, just hammer blows of helpless misery and if she didn't mute that voice inside telling her to shut down, she'd crumble and that's all that'd be left. She didn't have that luxury anymore, hadn't long before she'd become Commander. Before she'd even come to Runa. There was a sizeable portion of herself still buried in the modious smolder of Westwel, right beside her old life—probably not too far from where Follen's own self was; difference being, she still had the humanity to look back and miss the things she'd lost. Right now, she wished she didn't.

"No, hun," she whispered, dragging the words up her throat. "Neither of us are. Never. You didn't do anything, don't be sorry. C'mon, almost there."

Follen opened the door for them, lingered a moment. She fixed him with a glare that was too muddle to be as threatening as she wanted.

"Pilots and approved personnel only," she said.

He smirked. "These would certainly be extenuating circumstances. She is my patient, after all."

Cross that threshold and I'll fucking gut you.

If he could read her thoughts, he didn't admit it. But he did reach out and pat Quinn's head with perfectly manufactured affection. "Sleep well," he said, and then he left them. The doors shut and locked.

There wasn't time or effort to waste. Besca righted herself, and walked Quinn gently across the commons. She noticed Dahlia in the wrong room, which wasn't surprising, but figured the last thing she needed right now was a drunk bunkmate. She changed course for her own room instead. On the way she noticed Quinn's phone discarded on the ground, but decided to leave picking up for later.

"Here we go," she said, leading Quinn to the bed. "Made it, easy-peasy. Lets get you nice and comfortable."

As if she were handling an infant made from glass and pipebombs, Besca lowered Quinn onto the sheets, head to pillow, and then crouched down beside her. Tohoki Grill was moody, but this proper dark would do her good. She brushed fingers through Quinn's hair, traced them down her cheek and back up again.

"Look at that, you did great. I'm not goin' anywhere, so you just close your eyes and sleep. I'll make sure you're safe and sound, yeah? Be right here with you."


[System]
Age: 16

Birth Date: 25th of October

Height: 6'5"

Hair: Light Brown with hints of blonde

Eyes: Hazel

Clothes: Normally wearing blue jeans, leather work boots, and a brown or green t-shirt when he's working. Troy normally sports a more redneck or blue collar look especially when he's wearing his leather protective gear for shop class. However, when he relaxes he normally wears loose fitting brown or black slacks with a light jacket and running shoes.

Jewelry and Tattoos: A necklace his aunt gave him, a leather strap with a medium-sized wire wrapped Smokey quartz crystal hanging from it.

Scars: Multiple new and old scars across his arms, mostly small burn scars. As well as a few larger ones on his chest.

WHY are you a witch? Troy was introduced to Wicca by his Aunt Sasha as a way to cope with the loss of his parents and brother. Although it was a little strange for him at first, he soon grew to enjoy it and its teachings. Finding its use both relaxing and peaceful for his heart and mind.

His class schedule is:

1 – Shop Class

2 - English

3 - Math

4 – Study Period

Lunch

5 – Health

6 – Weight Training

Personality and interests

General:

Generally speaking, Troy can be categorized as the strong silent type. He enjoys working with his hands and being alone finding the company of most others to be bothersome at best. Slow to anger but when he is angry it could be summarized as a burning rage. The boy doesn't always pick up on social ques and prefers others to be blunt with him even if it seems rude. He can be a dick sometimes, but he means well. Ultimately he just wants to protect and help others. He finds joy in seeing others smile from his actions and can be very selfless towards the few people he calls friends.

Likes:

Blacksmithing

Mechanical work

Carpentry

Hiking

Swimming

Medical Training

Fall/Winter

Dislikes:

Bullies

Alcohol

Spring

Lightning Storms

Coffee

Quirks:

Normally carries a small pocket book with him for taking notes of his environment to jotting down random ideas or things to do at a later date.

Phobias:

Thalassophobia – can't do much when he's out in open deep water. Mostly large lakes and oceans.

Has a fear of being helpless or paralyzed in situations where he could help. As well as a deep-seated fear of forgetting the ones he loves.

Background:

Troy was born to a rather well off family in bend Oregon. His father was a manager at a manufacturing facility and his mother worked as a lawyer. He had an older brother as well that was much more outgoing and intellectually gifted compared to him. They lived in a nice ranch style home just outside the city and enjoyed outdoor activities together. A rather nice and quiet upbringing for him, that was until he was 12.

He remembers that night. Often having nightmares about it. Their family was coming back from a camping trip late one evening. They were supposed to have stayed the whole weekend out at the lake but a storm system was moving in and pushed them out of the area. That same storm caught up with them in the darkness. Now troy wasn't afraid of storms and actually enjoyed them up until this point. For you see they weren't alone on that stretch of high way. Another car heading in the opposite direction swerved into their lane. The driver had been drinking and decided to go for a late night drive in the company truck.

He doesn't remember much after that. The collision gave him a concussion, internal bleeding, several broken ribs, and 3rd degree burns across his chest. His father and brother died in the crash, his mother died shortly after in the hospital. The driver of the other vehicle suffered a broken leg but was otherwise OK. Troy woke up in a hospital a week later and hardly remembered who he was or who his parents were. His aunt Sasha Warnock from Rome Georgia took him in after that, she was a personal trainer that often worked with high level athletes.

Since then, he was rather reclusive after the wreck, dealing with depression and physical therapy. It took him a year before he enrolled in school again. Even then he was still quiet, rarely responding to anything from anyone. He did his school work and went home where his aunt would teach him about Wicca and work with him through his depression.

Skills / Training:

Troy excels at anything that requires him to work with his hands. Blacksmithing, carpentry, mechanic work, landscaping, plumbing. He favors blacksmithing over the others. He is currently training on whatever medical courses he can get his hands on and holds an advanced first aid and CPR certificate. The boy also has good skills with wielding swords and axes as well as with boxing.

When it comes to spells and the like. Well, he's a natural and a born witch he just doesn't know it. He has an elemental gift being the blessing of fire. With this gift he always seems to be warm but never overheats and has an affinity but not an obsession with fire. Other than that he practices candle and rune magic. He is a little unsure of how much this actually helps him and others but tries his best to work with protection and luck magic.

Languages:

English

Stuff he sucks at:

He's not all that great with communication, but he's getting better at it. Troy can also be forgetful due to his head injury and has a hard time recalling names or faces to the point where he gives others nick names to help him remember. He's also not always the best student when it comes to history or higher level mathematics.

Gear:

Small pocket knife.

A steel polished Zippo lighter with a pentagram engraved into one side.

A tool bag with misc. Automotive and carpentry tools.

A short sword and bearded ax that he made (Doesn't bring them to school).

An advanced medical kit he put together (keeps it in his truck).

Home Life:

His Aunt Sasha had a fairly large sum of money from a legal settlement and lives comfortably with troy. After she had a stroke she has a caregiver that takes care of her at the house during the day and Troy takes care of her at night. She doesn't talk much and can't get around on her own very well. She mostly just sits in her favorite chair in the living room and either watches TV or looks out the front window. When troy is home he spends his time talking to her about his day or working the forge he built in their back yard. there is also an old shed in the back yard that's partially covered in vines, locked behind the door is an alter Sasha helped him make.

Home description:

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Family Description:

Sasha Warnock - 46 – Aunt - had a stroke 6 months ago.

Victor Warnock – 45 – Father – Deceased.

Anita Warnock, Maiden name Olsen - 42 – Mother – Deceased.

Trevor Warnock - 16 – Older Brother – Deceased.

Job:

Handy man, works odd jobs around town mostly carpentry or mechanical work for less than he should but really doing it to help and have some extra pocket money.

How do you get around? Walking if it's not time sensitive, but he does drive a blue ford ranger when he has too.

Rumors:

There is a few rumors tossed around that he is a serial killer because he is a little creepy sometimes. Another rumor is that he was in jail for a while or is in witness protection due to him never talking about his family or childhood. Because of these things and just him being intimidating with his size and constant silence he doesn't get bullied too often. When he does it's always something said behind his back or when the bullies approach in a group.

Nick Names:
Mostly things he thinks of to help him remember others.

Ashlyn Winters - The Phoenix - "Rise from the ashes and be born again" Hair reminds him of fire.
Jessica Bowman - The Firefly - "Dancing like a leaf on the wind" she has a natural grace about her.
Diane Mathews - The Dragon - "Her heart of fire beats with burning desire" something about her seems enchanting.
Samantha Greene - The Ifrit - "I'll look for the glow among the fiery embers of your burning soul" There's a hint of danger behind her pragmatic eyes.

[User]
Diane really didn't care for gossip. But the whole point of attending a public mainstream school was to not lose touch with real people. And that was probably the most attractive thing about Samantha. She was a regular girl - well, if you didn't count the whole occult club thing. That was exactly typical. But it was those very atypical facts about a person that made them interesting.

Diane ignored Ash's brief rant, though the words about rich kid stung. But that was a subject for a later conversation. Instead she concentrated on Ash's concerns. "If I decide to write anything that relates to the group or might sound like you, or isn't something I can attribute to a zillion other wiccans or get from some online sources, it will get an editor's review by you. I just …

Diane frowned. "I am starting a Writing Club. It will have a discord sponsored by Heather Daniels." Heather Daniels was quite possibly the next JK Rowling. The first book of her trilogy was, according to sources, being made into a movie. It was about some invasion of a Middle Earth type realm into Victorian Earth. The second book was out and already a best seller. It wasn't her first trilogy. She had written another, but it hadn't been as popular. "I like the stuff I write to have some authenticity."

"You know, I'm not a member of your group. Only way to check someone out is to get to know them. Besides, I recognize him. He's on a sort of hit list by the popular kids. But the feeling I get is that they are only telling one side of the story. I'll be right back - probably. I am going to make the mistake of feeding the stray. I don't know why Mom packs so much of this stuff in my lunch. Oh, where was that meeting? After school … right?" She scribbled the room number down.

Boudin
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Mom seemed to think she she needed way more food than she did. Just one of the boudin would have made a meal. And she had already had chicken gumbo and salvage yard salad. No telling what was in that. She walked over with the rubbermaid container half stuffed with boudin. Two of the giant things. Diane had broken off half of one for herself. They WERE good after all. She plopped down right in front of Troy.

"Hi. I don't dare leave my laptop unattended for more than a few seconds, but I saw you working earlier and figured you might like what's left of the boudin my Mom made. It's sort of like Popeye's Cajun rice stuffed in a sausage casing, but way better. The only downside is that people are jerks and if they watch you eat it, their minds go straight to the gutter. You might want to use a fork. She handed over a plastic one.

"Nice wrap by the way. Smokey quartz? I do some amateur wraps myself. Never wear them. Used to sell them at a flea market. Wiccan, or just a style thing?" She smiled and stood up. "Well, gotta get back to my laptop - before someone decides to spill garbage on it or throw a football at it." She gave a nervous smile and stepped away. "Bon appetit."

Diane realized she had been starting to fight a cold sweat. She hadn't really spoken to a guy like that in over a year. Well, she had spoken to grown men - marines. And there had been some of the people she had met in Europe. But … She knew that Troy looked imposing. He was 6'5" and she got that many might have thought he could be some angry axe murderer. She saw … a big, scruffy, stray dog - who needed feeding.

[Assistant]
As Diane went off to talk to Troy, Sam returned the glare to Jessica, with interest. "What are you giving me that look for, Jess? I asked her to join us for two reasons. One, we could really use the members, and it's not like we're the sort of club that can put up flyers."

Her voice dropped low, almost to a whisper, but the other girls would definitely be able to tell she was excited. "Second, and far more important, she's the real deal. I could sense it about her, and if I could, you sure could. I think she's like that girl in the new Star Wars movies- she's sitting on a boatload of power, she just doesn't know it yet. We owe it to her to help her realize that power, reach her true potential." Sam wore a Cheshire Cat grin as she finished, "I think she'll be a real boon to our little coven."

[User]
Eating his food rather quickly while jotting down a few things he overheard from the nearby conversation. He wasn't trying to ease drop, but they weren't exactly talking quietly or in code either. Jotting down a few things with his right hand while shoveling food into his mouth with the other. Before too long he was done with his food but still scribbling. Just random notes here and there. Occult, 233, Stacy, criminal, coven, Wicca, magic, stray dog, writing club, and Heather Daniels. He knew very well if he didn't write this down it would be forgotten.

Then something surprising happened while finishing jotting down a few more things. The new girl came over to his table and sat down with a smile. She seemed slightly nervous, but he couldn't make out why. She just sort of offered him some food asked him a question and left back to the other table before he could answer her with anything other than a curious look. He really needs to work on how other people perceive him. He doesn't want to be unapproachable after all. She didn't even give her name.

Then he suddenly jotted down all her question and worries, so he could answer them later. "Wiccan, or just a style thing?" was the question he wrote down. She seemed overly worried about her laptop, obviously it was precious to her. Expensive maybe or memories with no other copies. He was leaning more towards memories when his eyes settled back across the room. The popular kids were watching him and the other girls. Looking to the quarter back he gestured to his right shoulder and mouthed, "how's your arm?" other than a few dirty looks and rude gestures he received nothing else in return.

However, he now had the girls offering in front of him. The foreign sausage smelled wonderful, and he hadn't had too much in the way of southern foods. Forgoing the fork and just picking up the sausage with his hand he took one small inquisitive bite before devouring the sausage quickly. His high metabolism meant he was always warm and always hungry. At least that's what the doctors said was the cause of him being always warm. He took a moment to let his food settle while taking a few more notes and tucking his necklace back under his clothes.


[System]
~Awesome Sounding Name For Character List~

"Follow your dreams and your heart is sure to tag along"

Shouken tower's most at 6'3 and has a lanky yet muscular build. He is around 190 lbs. but looks as thin as a rail. At a younger age, his purple hair would fade to brown in the summer and shade back to purple in the winter, however, now, It stays a darker shade of purplish pink.

He has bright, deep, blue eyes that supply his innocence while his somewhat chiseled jawline compliments his more deceptive and darker look. Shouken's outfit matches that perfectly of the picture, save for his new blade, Bachiatari, which sits in a mimicking position of his previous blade, Kusemono.

Personnel files.
Access only by security personnel with a C3 clearance.
【Alias】
The Oasis

【Age】
17

【Sex】
Male

【Sexuality】
Hetero

【Birthplace】
Sunakagure

【Bloodline】
Washi

【Rank】
Chūnin

Psych. report.
Medical secrecy applies.

【Personality】
kind hearted and loyal. He is confident within himself but ignores his limitations. He is always eager for a challenge and often is the first to start making wages. It is nearly impossible to dampen his spirit with words, and all who have tried have failed.

 Shouken hates to see any form of suffering and will go out of his way to ease someone else's stress before his own. He was fairly popular amongst his class, and even teachers were pleased by his presence. He strives to become the best ninja possible and is willing to do whatever it takes to achieve that goal.

Shouken's seriousness shows rarely, as he usually covers up his emotions with jests or taunting. He doesn't fear death, which allows him to fight with everything, holding nothing back. He'd sooner spit in the face of a kage rather than give up. He is forgiving and understanding, yet his bold attitude shades it to where people may get the wrong idea.

He likes the attention from the crowd but refuses to lead. He's a little lazy when it comes to responsibilities and will usually turn down a leadership role, unless the order is necessary.

【History】
Shouken was born in Sunakagure, expected to take over his Father's store. Though, fate had a different plan for Shouken. He was blessed with the element of water and also possessed a strong urge to use it. By 5, he was practicing hand signals and claiming to be the world's strongest Shinobi.

At 9, Shouken took his first life. His parent's store was being robbed and burned to the ground as he returned from playing with friends. Thugs had started the fire and fled the scene, but one remained, pointing a small knife at Shouken. His gaze still struck upon the burning building, Shouken snapped. Thoughts of his parents being trapped inside rummaged through his head and rage filled his body. He lunged at the large man, knocking him to the ground. Shouken was instantly atop the man with his hand over the mouth of the thug. Water surged down the throat of the man and began to fill up his esophagus. Shouken returned the man's horrid struggle to breathe with an emotionles glare. As the man's body went still, Shouken eased his hand down to be accompanied by his Father who had been running errands. His mom remained inside the building.

The following month, Shouken and his father moved to Konohagakure to resume the store business in a safer enviroment. A year passed with the death of his Mother, but that never stopped him from following his dream. That very next year, Shouken's father registered him in The Academy. Shouken had even more determination now than ever. He loved his mother and knew she would love to see him excel. Shouken studied and trained non-stop.

Once Shouken turned 12, he achieved the Genin Rank. The following year he would earn his next ranking of Chunin.

He soon hopes to achieve his Jonin Rank and truly make his family proud. However, he does not plan to stop there.

【Family ties】
Danguu Washi - Father
Suma Washi - Mother

Danguu Washi | Father | 39, Konohagakure, General Store Owner
Suma Washi | Mother | 35, Deceased,

【Dreams and fears】
Simply to be the best and to help anyone within his ability.

Combat reports.
Gathered from evaluation reports after missions.

【Fighting style】
Shouken likes distance between him and his opponent. He rarely deals in close and when he does, he gets out quick. His hand to hand is not bad, by no means, but his confidence fades when it comes to this category. He battles that insecurity with his Katana 'Kusemono' in which case he cast aside negative thoughts and attempts take on his opponent up close.

【Ninja techniques】

A rank techniques:
Water Release: Great Shark Bullet Technique

B rank techniques:
Water Release: Snake's Mouth
Water Release: Five Feeding Sharks
Water Release: Water Fang Bullet

C rank techniques:
Water Release: Gunshot
Water Prison Technique
Water Clone Technique

~~Custom Made Techniques~~

Jutsu Name: Water Technique: Hydro Wolf
Rank: B
Description: Hydro Wolf is conducted by creating a simple set of seals. Shouken generates water throughout his body and unleashes it from his mouth. After extreme training, Shouken adapted the skills of shark techniques and developed the shape into that of a massive wolf head with the body of a snake that's length depends on when Shouken decides to stop. The wolf, in comparison to the shark, is fairly large, however, the speed of the wolf doubles that of the shark. This does not only add speed but also power. The jutsu can follow the opponent for about 8-10 seconds before dispersing into a small bed of water.

【Weaponry, tools and objects.】
Weapon, tool or object name:
Bachiatari
Weapon, tool or object type:
Katana that does allow chakra flow.
Description:

Other: Shouken carries around a little case that contains 3 cigarette looking joints. In his free time on a mission he likes to smoke one alone to relieve any stress and to stay somewhat sane..

【Full Name】
Kumo
【Alias】
N/a
【Age】
Roughly early 40's
【Role】
General Store Owner from Sunakagure
【Personality】
A simple soul. Loves silly jokes and is usually very friendly.
【Techniques and Tools】
??? ;)
【Others】
Shouken's father's closest friend.

[User]
Sentou Uchiha

Based on her observation, these pirates are not ordinary as they can use ninjutsu. Sentou looks at her phone. Cutting off a split second and replied to Shin. "Well we aren't as smart as your dad, Murakami Jun, and Uncle Seijurou." Stating the fact that the adults can handle themselves better than they are now, Sentou felt exhausted from breaking herself out of the Pirate Captain's illusions. I have three shadow clones right now, each of them are hiding and equipped with a phone for me to devise a strategy and cheat my way through. As usual, Sentou uses her strategical and decisive sleeve. When she threw her windmill shurikens to locate the trajectory of the owl lady, there were two and both are rigged with a coin with a seal that summons both her clones as planned.

Recalling her assault on the Pirate Captain as she make her way to the ship eight minutes ago. Sentou used her coins via Chidori Narukami, infused with lightning chakra to breach the ship's defenses and artillery, coins having enough power as it is fueled by chakra and lightning chakra coupled up with Uchiha Styled Shuriken techniques on how the coins are used. And with that, Sentou have her third clone rigged in a coin just in the ship's basement and summoned, which is why she looked at her phone a while ago.

"If we can that is. The Captain uses genjutsu and ffs... I can't even use sharingan, worse it is sound genjutsu." Sentou threw an earpiece to Shin and told him to wear it, for a brief moment she's discussing with Shin, devising strategy. "Pirata Espada is a Rekaf onna..no.AIM!...Mentabes....nir.... tonrai....gem geyser..coins.. reverse" She spoke to Shin in a police code protocol. None of those would make sense to those not use into Sentou's way of thinking. "Yeah... Sorry if I'm telling you this. Understood? Then follow my lead." Sentou threw a couple of coins to the teleporter girl, Teleporter girl catches one with her sword which forced her to teleport from her place. Can Shin decode what Sentou just said, can he even understand Sentounese?

In that case, I won't play fair with the captain. Dozens of afterimages appeared in the ship, replicating herself and even Shin which by the way is done with rapid succession of using transformation technique turning into Shin and switching back and forth to form those afterimages. Sentou chakra jumps. "Katon: Goukakyuu no jutsu!" The generic fire technique launched atop, her attack got negated by the archer girl.

Teleporter Girl dodges it, and teleporting rapidly getting to Shin. "Cutie Pie. Don't ignore me just because your stripper girlfriend is here!!" Can Shin not only comprehend Sentounese but can he also counter the teleporter girl?

The Captain sits at her throne, and sent her archer on Rin. "Take down the other one and once you do, we'll send these trio's heads to Konoha. They are no match for us. To think Zeno would send such weaklings. What a petty decision, the worst Hokage ever, blind and leading the blind. The treasure is still mine. Autumn Leaves that fell from the branch should be raked by the gardener's hand!"

The Archer Pirate did what her Captain ordered and made her way to where the Owl Lady vs Rin is.

[Assistant]
Yamato Minamoru, "Young Master"

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The group had reached the capital rather quickly, arriving even before supper. In doing so the group met up with the minister, Yoshimura, and in turn were shown around the building. Mostly they'd be positioned around the ministers personal estate: a nice mansion surrounded by a large stone wall, with a large garden in front and a swimming pool surrounded by sand and palm trees in the back - none of these were native home to the capital region, and must all have been imported. They were also shown to their personal staying place, which was a large room, with four beds, and a large central table with a map of the mansion on it. There were also four pins on that map - burgundy, orange, green, blue. They took the shape of small figurines shaped like past Hokage - amongst them were Kakashi Hatake, Naruto Uzumaki, Tsunade and Hashirama Senju.

"These are to be used for planning," a servant said to them, explaining what the map was to be used for. "The map is quite up to date, although there are some.. rumours of hidden passages that only the minister knows of. I'd advise not to go looking for them, as they are quite secret and used only for evacuation in cases of an attack." she said finally, before bowing and leaving the room, closing the sliding door behind her as she left. As soon as she'd left, Yamato walked up to the table and sat down, crossing his legs in front of him as he looked at the map. He carefully placed his fists closed on his knees as he surveyed the map carefully, taking in where what was. Finally he suddenly got up, slammed his hand onto the figurines and grabbed them before tossing them to their respective 'owners'. Naruto Uzumaki, the yellow figurine, went to Giichi Uzumaki for obvious reasons, the green Kakashi Hatake went to Haruka and finally he threw the blue Tsunade to Gin, leaving the burgundy Hashirama Senju to himself.

"Judging from this map, the eldest daughters' bedroom is across from ours. Her eldest brother sleeps next to her in another room, her sister sleeps right next to that. The youngest child, a boy, sleeps in a room next to the ministers' room, and they are linked together with a door." he said, after taking another look at the map. "Giichi, where do you think your skills will be best put at work." he'd ask the boy, in an attempt to get him involved in the mission and to give him some experience in thinking for himself. Afterwards he would expect a similar answer from Gin and perhaps expect Haruka to take over from here.

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Saburo Uchiha, "Kimyōna"

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Saburo would once again be surprised at the answer Shouken gave him. Chase.. him? Catch.. ladies? "Okay." he said, quickly taking out his notebook and flipping to a new page, writing down quickly what he had just told Saburo. Catch ladies - do not chase, let them chase you.. Interesting knowledge this was. He would look up at Shouken again only to find he had dissapeared. Next thing Saburo knew, Shouken was on the lake with a drawn sword. "Are you certain? I will not hold back." he'd shout at the boy whilst walking towards the water. Gently, he stepped onto it, before stepping onto it with his other foot. He'd approach Shouken a bit more before stopping himself, standing straight up in a normal non-fighting stance. "I won't be as capable as an opponent as you might expect. I don't even have the sharingan." A lie, but a good lie, one that Shouken might not see through at all.

Saburo stood before Shouken, as his hair waved in the wind a bit before settling down once the wind did so as well. He slowly slid his right foot backwards, sliding easily into a perfect mimic of the Hyuga gentle fist style. With ease he stood there, in the gentle fist stance waiting for his opponent. With the wind, his chokuto that was strapped horizontally along his waist shook up and down only slightly so, whilst Saburo eyed Shouken. "Since you are low on chakra.. I'll give you the opening move. Good luck, friend."

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Shouken dropped his sword slowly and thought hastily to himself...

No Sharingan? Regardless, I should approach the situation as if he does. Or just say fuck it... It is a sparring match...

Shouken leapt from the water and soared nearly twenty feet in the air. With Kusemono still drawn, Shouken performed a frontflip as he descended towards Saburo, attempting to gain power and speed.

Shouken accepted the fact that Saburo would definetly dodge it and possibly counter, which was something he had not prepared for and didn't really care to. He never not once underestimated Saburo, but had confidence in his ability even with his chakra low....

Shouken was upon Saburo in seconds, awaiting his returning strike.


[System]
Age: 44

Class: Naval Senior Armsman

Equipment:
Light Carapace Armor - Stukov cannot afford to be weighed down in the tight, fast moving brawl of a boarding action, repelling or engaging in, so the only real piece of armor the Senior Armsman wears is a reinforced Carapace chestplate, which also includes his backpack of ammo and oxygen for his rebreathing kit, a model capable of sealing against loss of oxygen, although true void exposure won't make him last long, due to the sheer cold of the Void.

Lucius pattern Mk 22c Shotgun - The shotgun of choice for Stukov, this eight round revolving magazine lets him slam through shells at a frightening rate, with a heavy cartridge that shreds through most enemies not wearing heavy, quality Carapace. And this assumes hits on any given armor's strong points. Like many shotguns, plenty of various ammo types exist for his shotgun, and while Stukov carries plenty of slug and buckshot, he carries a handful of Hellfire and blessed buckshot for handling Daemons in specific. Stukov has no problem using whatever ammo he can get his hands on, or issued for a given mission.

Foehammer - Known by its more humble name the Shotgun Pistol, Stukov uses this as a backup when his larger, bulkier shotgun isn't an option. Unlike his Mk 22c, it is a single shot per load weapon that he usually loads with oversized slug. This is for the reason that if he needs to hit something a distance off, he doesn't need to waste time changing loads in his main gun, or his side arm. And if they are heavily armored, slug has a better chance to punch through than buckshot or most conventional ammo loads.

Combat Knife - Not much to be said for Stukov's knife, it is a fairly standard issue, single edge blade with a point for stabbing as well as slashing. Pretty much a last resort when both his sidearm and main shotgun are of no use to him in a situation.

Flash Grenades x2, Concussion Grenades x2 - Flash Grenades, true to their name, emit a blinding flash of light that blinds both organic and mechanical means of sight for a period of time, making them easy targets so long as they were not protected from the effects. Concussion grenades utilize a shockwave that, while it does little real damage to ship structure or hull, the sheer pressure of the shockwave and the din of noise ensures that, even if the pressure didn't kill a foe, they won't be hearing anytime soon.

Against All Odds: When he was a rookie Armsman aboard his first Imperial Navy vessel, during a transit in the warp the Gellar fields failed and hordes of daemons poured into various breaches in the hull across the Cruiser. Whether it was divine intervention from the God Emperor himself, or sheer stubborn determination from the surviving crew, the Cruiser was able to emergency shift back into real space and drive the remaining daemons and their slaves out the airlocks and back into oblivion where they belonged. The Cruiser suffered over 75% causalities, and could barely limp to the nearest Imperial holding.

Boots on the Ground: Rather than being left to sit around and wait for a new crew to be brought in, the Armsman Stukov was now reassigned to an Apocalypse Class Battleship, since she had recently seen vicious combat and had lost a fair number armsman, amongst other crew. One of his first assignments as part of the new crew was a shore party that was deployed to secure sensitive fleet records lost in a planet wide raid by Dark Eldar. Once again, most of his comrades were wiped out but he survived and personally hauled the reclaimed records back into orbit before the Orbital Bombardment vaporized all Dark Eldar that could be found.

Close Quarters Chaos: Earning his rate as a Senior Armsman, and the right and occurrence of leading junior Armsman into battle gains those that would stand against the Imperial Navy and her vessels. So his first tasking was as part of a wave of Assault craft, specifically the Shark Assault Boat. Under heavy interceptor and bomber escorts most of the first wave of Assault Boats reached their targets, a miracle in and of itself. Heavy casualities were sustained as Stukov rallied any and all Imperials he could find and stormed the bridge of the craft. When challenged to a duel for control over the vessel, he shot the enemy captain cleanly, taking his head off as a fine mist. The following chaos as Stukov led his men back to the boats, leaving the enemy ship in chaos as it fought itself for control as several friendly Imperial vessels bombarded the craft into oblivion the moment its shields failed.

Not one Step Further: The Battleship he was assigned to came under heavy fire and was badly damaged, suffering a force re-entry into the nearby plant and crashing down behind a long forgotten temple to the Emperor. After the survivors took refuge there, they had to hold out until either the Battleship's surviving engines could be overloaded, finishing the beast off beyond any salvage hope, or help arrived. With nowhere to run or hide, Stukov rallied the remaining combat capable men and women, armed them, and held out as long as possible, far longer than anyone short of even an Astartes could consider thanks to tactics and a desperation coupled with nothing to lose. The survivors were saved by passing Inquisitorial vessels, introducing Stukov to work with the Inquisition and, eventually, Inquisitor Caphus himself.

Time with Inquisitor: Nearly ten years aboard his vessels, only recently tasked formally to his retinue.

Appearance:

40K Knowledge Question: Erebus of the Word Bearers Legion

[User]
Adrianne would take a moment to gaze at the holographic display of the planet as the image hovered in the air in front of her, the psyker spending a couple of moments simply gazing at the image.

"I only saw fragments from a ground point of view," She said, unable to really identify the city from the holographic representation of the entire planet.
"3-EX; bring me some advertisement pictures of the city."

She would suddenly instruct, as her servo-skull floated past her and up to the control panel. A small, metal digital connection rod would appear out from under the servo-skull's teeth to jut out into the air in front of it, before inserting it into the nearby applicable slot on the machine. As it connected with the machine, it would carry out the the bidding of its mistress, as soon, images of the hive city in question would appear around the holographic representation of the planet. The pictures were taken in quite a professional manner, containing everything from a picturesque view of the city's horizon to individual streets, resorts and pristine streets taken by the cameramen of various vacation companies.

"Yes, it definitely looks familiar." Adrianne would finally respond, after having taken a moment to study the pictures in silence as they appeared before her, the servo-skull giving her a couple of seconds to gaze at each one before shifting them about and bringing up a new set of pictures.

"That's enough."

With a single motion of her hand, the servo-skull would close down the additional windows and tabs it had generated on the holodeck, before retreating it's digital connector back into it's 'mouth' and moving away from the holo-terminal.

"I believe we have found our city. Once we are on the ground and closer to the source, I should be better able to scry its exact location." Adrianne would then explain as she turned to Inquisitor Zhevon who was standing next to her.

Taking a moment to merely look at him, she would eventually tilt her head slightly to the side as she'd give him a curious glance.

"If I may ask, Inquisitor... why the mask?" She'd inquire as her eyes focused on Zhevon's mask.

[Assistant]
Stukov had been stalking his way back towards the shuttle bay when he looked down as he stepped over cabling, looking at his military issue boot. Some might place that as military issue, and its age also detracted from the rest of his new attire. Couple that with the fact it was not designed for a lot of crazy groundside work, he might want something with more support and durability in mind. So, he turned around and made his way back to the warddrobe that was marked off limits by the Inquisition. He made sure it wasn't the armory first, as he walked into the room again and made his way to where he had seen the footwear at. An unusual amount of fancy shoewear, dress shoes and the like. Nothing fitting. He was mildly irritated with it when he spotted a group of shoe boxes. It was worth a shot, he supposed, and as he walked over and opened the first box on the ground, a highly confused expression crossed the armsman's face as he muttered a solitary phrase to himself. "By the Emperor, are those women's undergarments?"

Stukov could not fathom why the Inquisitor would have a pair of women's undergarments, stuffed in a shoebox, hidden away within a warddrobe that was, beyond this discovery, completely male attire. He hastily found a new boot and made sure it fit before putting it on and quickly removing himself from the room. He could not fathom why the man needed to keep a pair of women's undergarments, unless he wore them himself? No, Stukov shuddered at the thought and quickly banished it before the mind could draw up a mental picture. No, that was something that he would have to bring up with the Inquisitor, amongst other things that concerned him. The armory still bothered him, for the reason that secrets tended to get vessels sunk. Such as when the Gellar Fields failed on his first ship, it had been a crew error that they refused to report for repair prior to warp travel. So secrets did not sit well with the senior armsman, so he decided to track the Inquisitor down, to ask his various questions. Since he doubted the man would want him asking about the women's undergarments in front of the whole team.

Stukov ended up on the bridge right after the psyker had finished speaking, having looked at several other likely spots he could think of, not catching her question and standing politely to the side. It wasn't his first trip up to the bridge to brief the Captain on the status of his teams prior to a warp transition, so he was not an unseen sight on the bridge. So he crossed his arms, speaking briefly as to not interrupt any more than necessary. Besides that, with the female Psyker present, that was the worst possible time to bring up the undergarments he had found in the wardrobe. Unless he rather would have her know they were there, in which case he would throw that discretion to the wind. "When you have a moment, Inquisitor, I have a question to ask in private. A few, really."

[User]
Zhevon watched as the Psyker brought up images of the location, keeping silent as she observed the buildings. After she examined the holopics, she spoke up. "I believe we have found our city. Once we are on the ground and closer to the source, I should be better able to scry its exact location."
"Good, we'll depart shortly." He replied, gathering his stuff, noting that Stukov had just arrived.
"If I may ask, Inquisitor... why the mask?" She asked. Zhevon looked up at her, finding that she was eyeballing his helmet, realizing that to all of them, it was essentially a mask, since his hood was concealing the rest of it. He narrowed his eyes and thought about his answer, mostly thinking back to whomever else had asked him about his helmet. Not many did, an atmosphere of slight tension was felt, as many of the bridge crew, the Captain included turned to face them, wanting to know the answer as well.
It was Stukov who had broken this tension. "When you have a moment, Inquisitor, I have a question to ask in private. A few, really."
Inquisitor Zhevon looked to the man, who was standing next to Adrianne. "Ah, excellent timing." He said to Stukov, in his usual cheerful demeanor. He looked over to the Captain of his Blackship, "Captain Horner, may we use your personal quarters for a small chat?"
The Captain spoke up, "Of course Inquisitor, just don't touch the brandy."
"Excellent. Come on then." He said to Stukov, walking over to the door leading to the Captains Quarters. The door slid open automatically, "And to answer your question, Psyker Valenthin, I am headless." He joked, before stepping into the Captains Quarters.

[Assistant]
Stukov noted the tension he had cut from his entry, and would put that in an ask later position, he had other, more pressing concerns to ask about for now. The captain quarters he had followed the Inquisitor into were fairly humble, with a few items of comfort vice necessity, but such was to be expected from any Imperial Captain, far as he had dealt with. Then again, all he had gone off prior to this entry into the Captain's state room was the salvage work he had done after crashing or doing clean up post Gellar Field failure. Neither of which he had any interest in living through again. But neither of these incidents were either here or there, so he focused on the present as he calmly took a position near the desk, arms linked behind his back as he stood vice sitting down, facing the Inquisitor directly. At the beginning of his career he would never have ever even imagined being face to face with an Inquisitor, let alone asking questions of one, but a lot had changed, and he spoke plainly as soon as the door sealed. "Thank you for your time, Inquisitor, I will be brief as possible so time is not wasted."

"Firstly, and this stems from prior experience, I am concerned about ship security. Every vessel I have served on, barring this one until recently, has had secrets that no security crew could keep track of. This has led to the failure of Gellar Fields, in the case of a Cruiser, that led to over 75% crew causalities. And the second time the complete loss of an Apocalypse Class Battleship. So my question is, and I doubt I will get any details or even a real answer, does your armory contain the means to cause this ship to be destroyed or lost to the warp?" Stukov didn't really expect to get an answer out of that one, but he felt it necessary to ask. Even if he was not formally a part of the ship's crew anymore, having been reassigned as such, his mindset was still on security. And that meant asking questions that might not be pleasant or even, in other circumstances, any of his business. But he asked anyways, and kept it direct.

"Secondly, and still pertaining to security, how are we intending to mask so many soldiers in an investigative operation? They tend to not be the most subtle sort, and I do indeed speak for my own skill set as well. As well as the comment you made on the call being put out to more than just yourself during the brief, are we expecting to run into other members of the Inquisition, and should we expect conflict in that regard?" Still professional and all business on the matter, and it was unlikely any of it seemed like it had been necessary to request a private setting to ask the questions. Stukov was saving that question for last. He really was hoping the man had not put the items there of his own volition, even if that meant someone had ignored an Inquisitorial warning plate. But that did lead, in his mind's train of thought, to his last question, pausing long enough to almost let the Inquisitor begin answering the first two questions.

"Lastly, and on a rather different note, and this is not intended to question your personal life choices, why does your personal wardrobe contain a set of black woman's undergarments? Contained in what I believe was a shoebox?"


[System]
Crown Prince of Whitehaven

"I like long walks, especially when they are taken by people who annoy me."

Age:
20 years old

Personality
⚜ Arrogant ⚜ Brash ⚜ Proud ⚜ Conceited ⚜

Born with a silver spoon in his mouth, Adrian is spoiled and arrogant. He was raised with the knowledge that when the time comes, no one will inherit the throne but him. Because of this, he believes that no one else is as important as he is, except for the king and queen and his younger brother, Prince Adam. He treats the castle staff as nothing more than servants and almost rarely pay them any attention except when he needs something.

In truth, he lack of self confidence to rule a kingdom and compensate with a grand show of overconfidence. The only one aware of his self doubt and shortcomings is his brother.

He tries his best to be just to his subjects but his overconfidence gives the people mixed feelings about him as a future ruler.

Brief History:
Queen Anne had always wanted children. "Four or more," she always said. But when she married King Thomas, they tried to conceive time and again but all pregnancies ended in miscarriage. Consult with doctors always ended inconclusive. The queen had nothing wrong with her. She was the picture of perfect health. And so the royal couple tried again and again but the children all died before coming to term. Depressed and hopeless, the queen finally sought consult with a Mystic, who taught her meditation and gave her a concoction of herbs to take. On the fourth night after the full moon, she was to drink water from Whitehaven's holy river, Adria.

Following the Mystic's instructions, the Queen found herself with child a few months later. Trying not to be too excited, she made sure she did not exert herself too much, staying in bed most times. She feared that she would lose the baby the way she had the past pregnancies but miraculously, she gave birth to a healthy baby boy nine months later. She named the baby Adrian. King Thomas was overjoyed and the whole kingdom rejoiced through a festival that lasted for weeks.

Being a precious child after many miscarriages, Adrian was spoiled, given everything he desired and asked for. He was well educated and being the first born, it was ingrained in him that he will ascend to be King when the time came. Knowing how important he is to both his parents and the whole of Whitehaven, he became arrogant and brash. He thought of the lower class people as nothing more than slaves and servants, existing only to do as he wished. As a result, the people in the kingdom feared that he might end up being a tyrant, most only serving him because of fear and not of loyalty.

Two years after Adrian's birth, the queen and the king was blessed with another male child. This boy they named Adam.

Adam grew up the complete opposite of Adrian. He was humble and kind, never thinking himself above anyone else. But despite the difference in manner and opinion, Adrian was fond of his younger brother and spent most of his time with him by his side. The bond of brotherhood eventually mellowed down the crown prince by a bit. Adam became his confidant and advisor.

Soon the people of the kingdom became divided in their opinions. A big number of them wanted Adam to inherit the throne despite knowing that Adrian was the rightful heir, being the first born. A small number believed that Adrian would be able to rule well with his brother by his side. And those in the middle found themselves having mixed feelings about who would be the better king.

[User] Henry chuckled at how fervently Alessandra described the Princess that had her arm linked through their Crown Prince's. "A snake? This is our first time laying our eyes on this foreign princess yet you've already labeled her as such," he looked around. "It is a good thing that there are no royal guards around. If they heard this conversation, I fear we might not be treated pleasantly," but despite his warning, he continued on. "I am, however, more curious about what you think of her FOR Prince Adrian," he emphasized the word for. He lowered his voice further. "What I am saying is, are you not at all jealous?"

[Assistant] At the mention of the royal guards, Alessandra frowned; She did do many things that should have gotten her beheaded at the least. She smiled as Henry continued on the conversation anyway, but at his elaboration, all emotions faded off her face as she blushed deeply at his question. She laughed a little humorlessly. "jealous? Ha. I? Not at all---- Maybe just.. You know I have been the only female around the Prince lately, a new one is not always welcomed, especially not rude, arrogant ones." She answered honestly as she shook her head a little, the feeling of disappointment growing in her-- Was she jealous?

[User]
Henry listened to Alessandra, gave her a knowing look and then stayed silent. He turned his attention to the royal couple.

"When my father told me about this marriage, I could not contain my excitement on both meeting a handsome prince..." Hye Jin lowered her head and looked shyly at Adrian through her lashes. "...and being able to finally see WhiteHaven. I have only read about it in books, seen it through paintings. I never imagined it to be this beautiful,' she praised.

Adrian chuckled at Hye Jin's praise of him. He looked around, pleased that WhiteHaven was to his future wife's liking. It was truly magnificent. With a smile on his face, he looked back at the princess. "I, myself, have never been to Gyeongsang and like you, Princess, have only seen it through paintings and books. I imagine, however, that it is bigger and more magnificent than WhiteHaven."

Hye Jin shook her head. "Gyeongsang is vast but we do not have the splendid harbors that you do. Seeing the ocean is a treat for me," she said as she turned a whole 360 degrees to take in the scene. "I'm sure, though, that my kingdom will delight you, Adrian. Perhaps we can visit it before our wedding? she suggested.

Adrian turned with her and his eyes fell momentarily on Alessandra. Her cheeks were flushed, probably at something Henry said. He glanced at Henry. He had a smile on his face. Is there something going on between the two of them? he thought as his eyes settled back on his handmaiden.

Hye Jin had been chattering about the scenic places she planned on taking Adrian to when she noticed that the Prince was distracted. She frowned and followed his line of gaze. Her frown deepened when she saw that it was Alessandra that he was looking at. She cleared her throat and raised her voice a little louder. "Do you not think that 6 months is a little too long to wait to be wed?" she asked, making sure that her voice carried over to where Alessandra was standing.

Adrian blinked and then turned back to Hye Jin. He raised an eyebrow. "6 months is just enough time to familiarize ourselves with each other. Do you want to push forward our wedding?" he asked, his attention again fully on the Princess.

Hye Jin smiled up at the prince. "We can always familiarize ourselves with each other even after we are wedded," she giggled shyly. "I merely want to assure myself of my place by your side," she stood on tiptoe and pressed a light kiss on Adrian's cheek. Her cheeks turned a bright shade of pink at her bold actions and she immediately lowered her head again. "I like you," she admitted shyly.

Adrian looked surprised at what the Princess did. He chuckled. "I am glad that you do. I can not imagine how difficult it would be if my future queen did not like me," he said.

A small frown crossed Hye Jin's lips at Adrian's response. She was hoping he would say that he liked her too. She did want him to like her too but at the moment, it was more for the sake of Alessandra. A woman of her low rank had the guts to even look straight back at her prince. It made her angry. She replaced the small frown with a charming smile as she looked back up at Adrian. "I hope in time you will find me likeable too."

Adrian returned the smile. "I am sure I will."

[Assistant]
Alessandra was also admiring WhiteHaven as she thought of her conversation with Henry. Was she jealous? Or was it really the shift that bothered her? Was she jealous that Adrian was treating Hye Jin like a human being from day one? Of course, Alessandra inwardly scoffed, she was a princess and his future wife. If he didn't treat her well, it would be his doom on so many levels. She sighed softly. He seemed to take a liking to Hye Jin as well, so that was a bonus. Alessandra couldn't help the feeling of disappointment and jealpus grow in her; She quickly shook away the thoughts-- She was happy for her Prince! He must be excited for such an event in his life.

She looked up to find Adrian's gaze on her; The blush on her face grew deeper as she gave him a fond smile of reassurance that he was definitely doing well, as if he really needed it, but Alessandra did so anyway. She was confused as to why he didn't return the smile or even move his eyes off her that was of course until Hye Jin interrupted him by seeking his full attention once again.

Less than six months?!

Alessandra cleared her throat and looked up at Henry eith a look that clearly said--- I don't like this.

[User]
Henry looked at Alessandra and shrugged as if to say that it was something he definitely had no control over. He tilted his head slightly towards her. "I imagine it would be enough time to tell the Prince how you feel about him," he said in a low voice. He winked at her. "Of course, that's just my humble opinion," he added before he walked away to follow after the royal couple.

The day went by smoothly.

At sundown, all four of them returned to the castle. "I suppose a congratulatory greeting is in order," a voice called out as soon as Adrian and Hye Jin entered the castle hallways. Adam stepped out from behind one of the pillars and smiled at his brother and his future wife.

Hye Jin immediately gave the younger prince a polite curtsy as he joined them. "Delighted to have you home, Adam. This is Princess Wang Hye Jin of Gyeongsang," Adrian introduced.

Adam smiled at Hye Jin and then raised an eyebrow at Adrian. Beautiful, he mouthed to his brother. "I am Adam Havensworth, Princess, second prince of Whitehaven," he reached out, took Hye Jin's hand and pressed a kiss on the back of it.

"I am pleased to meet you, Prince Adam, Hye Jin said as he flashed Adam one of her charming smiles. "This Kingdom is truly blessed to have two very capable and handsome princes, she added.

"And it is fortunate for Whitehaven to have such a beautiful future queen," Adam gave the princess a lavish bow before he grinned and invited them to join him in the dining hall for supper. But before he walked away, Adam's eyes searched out Alessandra. When his eyes fell on her, a wide smile spread across his face. "Let me just say hello to Alessandra," he said and then excused himself.

Hye Jin's jaw fell open as he watched the younger prince make his way to the handmaiden. What sort of kingdom was this that both princes seemed to fawn over a lowly handmaiden?

Adrian wasn't particularly pleased of Adam giving Alessandra attention but he refrained from looking at her. Instead, he looked at the Princess on his arm. "Shall we proceed to the dining hall then?" he asked.

Hye Jin turned back to Adrian, smiled and nodded.

[Assistant]
Alessandra gasped at Henry's comment as she stared at his back. "Henry!" She mumbled as she relunctantly followed behind Henry and the royal couple.
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Alessandra was exhausted to say the least after the tour around WhiteHaven, but she marked it as a nice day as she got the chance to go out and explore WhiteHaven.

At the sound of Adam, Alessandra turned and instantly a wide smile spread across her face. She excitedly watched Adam as he greeted Hye Jin, giggling slightly at how he so openly commented that Hye Jin was beautiful-- She was indeed, but the idea of her still made her very uncomfortable.

Alessandra straightened up and smiled even wider as Adam turned toward her. She glanced at Hye Jin's shocked expression and in a way, it brought her down. Similar to how Adrian used to think, Hye Jin must think that Alessandra was not worthy of any attention. The tears stung her eyes, but she smiled up at Adam anyway.

"Welcome back! It had been a little long, hasn't it? Have you done well? Glad to have your majesty back in court." She excitedly said.

[User]
"The trips I made all went smoothly. I believe Father would be pleased at how much I was able to accomplish these few months that I was gone. It is, however, good to be back. How have you been?" Adam smiled as he spoke. "Have you missed me? he asked, his voice strangely louder than when he had started speaking.

Adrian stopped in his tracks when he heard Adam's question. Hye Jin looked up questioningly at him but he just shook his head. He immediately resumed walking and was out of ear shot before he could hear Alessandra's answer.

[Assistant] Alessandra smiled proudly as she nodded. "I am sure he is! I bet Prince Adrian would be too." She commented with an assuring nod. At his next question, she blushed deeply as she blinked a couple times, unaware of his higher tone. She giggled slightly, nervously. "Of course, the whole court did! You are such pleasent company." She answered as she averted her eyes, obviously embarrassed with such a question. "You shouldn't keep the guest waiting." She adviced as she started walking toward the dinning hall.

[User] Adam chuckled. He walked towards the dining hall but instead of overtaking Alessandra, he fell into pace with her. He reached out into his pocket and withdrew a simple leather necklace with a golden flower pendant on it. "Here. I brought you a little something from my trip down south," he dangled the necklace in front of her before placing it into her hand. He smiled at her but didn't wait for her to say anything as he walked forward and entered the dining hall before she did.

[Assistant]
Alessandra smiled slightly as he preferred to walk in pace with her better than ahead of her. She actually felt like she was a human being around Adam. She looked up at the necklace in awe. "Your majesty I can n--" She started out only to be interrupted by him handing her the necklace and walking away. In a way, she was esctatic he remembered her, yet she was nervous about accepting such a gift from the prince.

She held the necklace in her fist and hurried behind Adam, soon falling back in pace with him as he headed for his seat. "I really can not accept this gift, Prince Adam." She mumbled as she looked up at him.

[User]
Adam raised an eyebrow. "Why not? I heard it was rude not to accept gifts freely given," he said smoothly. He took a seat and glanced towards Hye Jin who was staring at both him and Alessandra. Hye Jin's frown immediately turned into a smile when she caught Adam looking at her.

Adrian remained silent at Adam and Alessandra's exchange. He avoided looking at them but instead began conversing with Hye Jin about her kingdom.


[System]
Age:
Seventeen

Gender:
Female

Race:
Human

Weapon:
Shotgun/Polearm
Sapphire is skilled in using two sawed off shotguns each about two and a half feet in length. From there the second form is as a sickle, it's like a scythe but more hand held. From the shot guns a bladed folds out on the side of the gun's muzzle. Part of the gun retracts so it can be easily wielded with one hand as melee weapon. In this form it is still capable of firing. For the third form the buts of the guns interlock and two pols extend from both of them creating a grip. The triggers from the shotguns realign themselves so both are easily accessible from the staff's grip. In this form Sapphire's weapon is about six feet long. The blades in this form have three positions, there standard position for cutting from unusual angles, straight out for stabbing and inverted so the blade is parallel to the shaft for side slashes. In all three forms the shotguns are still operable. However Sapphire prefers wielding her Anelaces, Morpheus and Phobetor.

Nightmare Blades
Sapphire's two daggers, Morpheus and Phobator, there names meaning Sleep and Nightmare respectively. Each disassembles itself into a two inch by two inch black metal boxes that clipped into leather bands that Sapphire is always wearing. The daggers are impact activated meaning they will transforming out of storage mode when any amount of serious impact force is applied to them. The assembled form will pop out with just enough force to get the handles into Sapphire's hands. Her favored method of drawing them is clapping her wrists together and having them shoot up into her hands.

Morpheus and Phobetor are specially designed. Apart from there special method of deployment both knives have a dust powered rocket mechanism in the pommel allowing Sapphire to increase the speed of her strikes or alter her momentum. There is also a dust cartridge slot right bellow the cross guard that will have a variety of effects based on the type of dust used. Fire cartridges will super heat the blades making it easier to pierce or sometime outright melt armor. Electricity rounds will electrify the blade making contact deadly. The blades on both knives retract, in this form Sapphire can clip the hilts onto her combat boots. In this manner she can use the rockets as a propulsion system.

Semblance:
Selective Sight
Sapphire has the ability to vanish into the background. It is not invisibility exactly; a better way to describe it would be that she is able to slip from the notice of others. Not invisible just unnoticed. It is most effective in darker settings and will not work if someone is expecting to see her. For instance if she is having a conversation with someone she can't simply disappear but if she is being chased and she gets out of eyesight of her pursuers she could slip from their perception leaving them rather confused. It is not always a conscious effort on her part and sometimes may simply happen when she is nervous or stressed out. The illusion only works as long as she stays inconspicuous. So if she starts to speak or does something that draws attention the illusion would be shattered. Because of this, it often gives people the impression that she appears from nowhere when she joins in a conversation. With concentration and effort Sapphire is able to use a burst of aura to apply this ability to others close by. When this ability is in use Sapphire's perception of the world becomes slightly unfocused as if she is viewing the world through a lens. It is not so bad that she can't run but important details may slip past her notice.

Personality:
Sapphire is the daughter of a famous hunter named Janus Rode who has trained her since she was very young. People often question her about her family but it is not something she likes to talk about much. She had an older brother who ran away from home some ten years previously. Her mother died in childbirth. She also has two sisters, one older, one younger but neither of them received the training necessary to enter Beacon. Sapphire is very closed off, she doesn't talk about herself and if asked will deflect the questions without giving any real answers. Sapphire often feels very isolated and alone but she is scared to relate to people, to make friends, to let someone into her heart. She is scared that if she does they may not like what they see. This fear she covers with snide remarks and sarcastic comments giving the impression that she doesn't care what people think about her. Despite her cold demeanor she does truly want to help people, she's loyal to those who are loyal to her and she is compassionate though she doesn't often let people see it.

Color:
Somber Midnight Blue

Emblem:

Appearance:
Has electric blue hair which is not quite apparent in the photo. She's average height at about 5'10". She is built light and agile and is very flexible which is a boon to her fighting style. She has a number of long white scars running over her hands which she uses white silk gloves to cover. She has similar though less noticeable scars on her back.

Theme:

[User]
It was with a slight note of conclusion that Abel bid Gren farewell. "Celibate?" he murmured to himself as he pulled out his scroll, fiddling with the buttons. "Musta meant celebrate." He briefly considered what party supplies were the object of Gren's solo quest while the scroll booted up for the first time. If it was alcohol, Abel would have none of it, but if the others felt like the situation warranted inebriation he guessed that he wouldn't stop them. Not everyone was as straitlaced as he, and the last he had seen both Kuhaku and Sapphire, they had both been on stretchers. Vague excuses swirled through his head that they might use for drinking—to relax, to forget about the pain. When the faulty scroll finally sorted itself out, his inner musings vanished, and he stared intently at the tiny screen before scrolling over to the minimap tab and determining in exactly which way the medical ward lay.

A brisk pace and long strides meant that he arrived at the infirmary within thirty minutes. It was situated separately from the rest of the academy. The shattered moon was a little ways above the horizon, and the night blew cool and clear. Beaming down upon everything from above, more so than the moon, was the warm green light after which Abel guessed Beacon was named. Under normal circumstances, the night would have been young for him, but after the trials of today he was very weary. After checking up on his teammates, he resolved as he navigated the last few meters to the infirmary, he would head straight back to the dorms to get some sleep.

With only two floors and eight rooms, the medical ward had little to hide from Abel, and he soon approached the single softly-lit room. There was no sign of any nurses, which Abel decided was good; it meant that Kuhaku and Sapphire were stable, at least, if they were to be unattended. Voices garbled by the door that separated team SASG revealed that at least one of them was awake. Feeling familiar enough with those on the inside to not need to stand on ceremony, Abel opened the door somewhat loudly and waltzed right in.

Immediately he froze, suddenly aware of something wrong. Both of them were standing, and in their hospital gowns they seemed strikingly smaller and less lively than in their clothes, somber-colored as they were. That was not, however, what put Abel on guard; he could practically feel the tension and unhappiness emanating from them. Sapphire in particular seemed standoffish, with her arms tucked against her. In the poor light, the edges of her dark hair seemed blue, and the surprised, uninviting look in her eyes gave Abel the impression that he wasn't wanted here. Perhaps nobody was. But to turn around and waltz right back out would make him seem like a coward, and that was something he simply couldn't stomach.

"...hey there," he managed after a few seconds, breaking the vile, awkward silence. "Good to, uh, see you guys are okay." In fact, they looked quite terrible, but he hoped they knew he meant to reassure them. He found himself looking at Kuhaku's snowy ears, and forced himself to look at each of his teammates' faces in turn.

[Assistant]
As the team arrived to their room. They were now picking out their beds. This was going to be interesting because she was the only girl on the team, so that wasn't such a good thing. But she knew that her team would be respectful enough to give the girl her own space. But that was when Daniel made the joke about being in bed with a girl. Pervert. Even if he was joking or not he wasn't suppose to say that. Priscilla gave a fake nervously laugh as she turned around and walked to a bed, far from Daniel but close to the leader. It wasn't that she didn't trust Greyson, because she did. That was her first teammate. It was just that she liked the bed next to the window, which was close to Robert's.

As they got all settled in. Priscilla turned around smiling at Robert, happy that he decided to do her suggestion. "Yay. Let's go guys. It could be fun and stuff to explore and all. Oh...I am a bit hungry too." She said placing a hand on her stomach and looking at her members. "So, question for you two.." she turned to Daniel and Greyson. It was a question about Robert being the leader. "How do you guys feel about Robert being the leader?" She smiled at them and looked at Robert, winking at him and now her attention back to the two. "I personally. Like the fact that he is the leader. Just because of himself having the leader look AND he did tell us what to do back in the fight. Also he has the whole nerdy leader look, so he is probably also the smartest out of us. Not saying that you guys are duuuumb. Im just stating my facts. You guys?" Priscilla said turning around looking herself in the mirror, fixing her hair and grabbing a light pink lipstick, putting it on. As she was putting it on, she still waited for the boys to answer.

[User]
Indigo smiled under his mask as he silently straightened his bow tie. It was an idle action; his tie didn't need straightening. Hell, he had already straightened it twice in the time he finished that thought! Still though, it was a gesture of impatience, anxiousness, and excitement. He had made it. Even if his methods weren't the best to getting there, the title "Number 1" was now officially within reach! At the end of this deep tunnel laid the light of endless love an adoration, and he would steal that prize, using the bodies of all the Grimm he was surely going to slay as his platform.

He shook his head as he heard his name being called. He walked up to the stage, behind the cute oddly pacifistic girl that had helped him in the Forever Fall Forest, as well as the other male who was really happy most of the time, and wore a badass suit of armor into battle. Reminded him of a lot of his videogames. And, ofcourse, Seilber. His partner, jittering and sweating like she was on trial for murder or something. She must not have liked the spotlight. He was a fan, but he understood that some weren't. Especially those trying to keep a low profile.

"You will now work together as team Silverpoint led by... Seilber Vulpez."

Indie paused. A frown and accompanying rage slowly filled his face under the mask. He wasn't leader? That wasn't right... He needed to be leader. He was determined to be the best, why wasn't he leader? Was he not powerful enough yet? Was it because he lacked elegance and grace? You didn't need that to become great! Hell, you didn't even need to be leader to become great! He'd become number one without being leader. He didn't need a leader. He didn't need anybody.

Indie suddenly felt very uncomfortable on the stage. He walked, or more accurately stomped, down the stage in a fit of angst and anger, not bothering to see if his teammates were following until he was sufficiently far from the stage. "So, guys." He said "Wanna go back to my place and... unload and relax?~" He said, giggling to himself like a small child. Jokes were how he relived stress, and right now he was feeling much to hotheaded. Honestly, he just wanted to send an email to his friends back home and sleep for awhile in his nice new bed.

[Assistant]
Geni had no idea what was with the woman. Did she just hate him for being alive or was she always like this, because if she was, this was gonna be harder than he thought. How was he supposed to to build up a beautiful and loving relationship if she was so hostile? Geni would have to find away to get passed her wall, but in order to do that, he would have to turn this conversation around. But with her hand on her sword, that seemed like an impossible feet. She looked like she was ready to chop him up right were he stood. She did not even want to show mercy to her fellow faunas, which was understandable.

"Oh come on we don't know that, but I would rather not test that out, but I'll give you the benefit of the doubt." "And priorities, I'm pretty sure that set already.""And I think I would rather have a good firm grasp on the mortal realm, just saying." "And an interesting person, sure if you like he superhuman kingly types." " And unfortunately, I was not paying attention at that point in the speech, could you help my out?" He said warily was his tail flicked around agitatedly. He was not sure if what he said would be offensive but he hoped he had treaded carefully.

Geni then heard his other teammate comment on the situation. He was a fast paced talker, it was kind of hard to hear exactly what he was saying, but if you listened carefully, it was easy. Geni snapped to attention he was addressed to by the boy, he told him that his nickname would be Genie. "Defiantly, your wish is my command, Mokuren " He said winking at her.

[User]
Sapphire Rode - Infirmary
Sapphire couldn't believe who she was talking too. Had his brain truly been scrambled by the cave in? Seemed like the possibly was rising with every word he said. How else could he not know that she was referring to the initiation ceremony? The one they had horribly failed. Sapphire wondered if she could stay with her grandparents and Demetra when this fell through.

As a bonus the scatter brained faunus was also a bleeding heart. "Happened to have wronged you before, I apologize." The hell was he talking about, he wasn't even sure that he had done something wrong and yet was still prepared to admit defeat. Sapphire rolled her eyes. It was just about this time that the door creaked open. In walked a tall heavy set boy likely about her age. He was from the tunnel, what was his name Adel, Able something like that.

He clearly realized three seconds after entering that he'd walked into the middle of an awkward conversation. Sapphire didn't really have a problem letting that moment drag out and did so watching him squirm uncomfortable until he finally spoke. When he did it was sort of shaky and rather generic greeting which sparked something in Sapphire. Alright? Alright! Didn't he have eyes? It was plan for anyone to see that neither of them was 'alright'.

"Oh yeah," Sapphire said turning on Abel. "We're just super, me with my broken rib, sprained ankle, black eye and a mild concussion not to mention all the little cuts and bruises. Then we've got fur ball over there whose only recollection seems to be his own name. We are totally fine right now." Sapphire said glaring at him. It annoyed her when people tried to look on the bright side. It was better to see a situation for what it was regardless of how bad that might be.