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Personality
The first thing most people notice about her is that Ria tries to always be courteous and cheerful, loving to be around people almost as much as she likes wide open spaces and anything shiny or brightly colored. A fan of anything upbeat, she can often be seen dancing or heard singing (usually both) out by the shore and around town, and generally moves with a skip in her step. She's generally reliable, and cares deeply for those in her guild, and those that in her town in general, and will do anything for them. She doesn't like to see people upset and will often go out of her way to try to cheer someone up.

She often seems like a bit of a ditz - forgetful, aloof, and perhaps even a bit naive. There are still simple things that are common sense to others she often overlooks - like privacy, personal space, and basic decency; some see it as her ditzy ways, but it's more the childish naivety of not understanding other people may have different comfort levels than her, and her desperate desire to be around others. While not everyone gains automatic trust, if she sees someone she trusts trusting someone else - she'll be quick to trust that person. It can be easy to manipulate her, a soft word and a bit of kindness goes a long way, especially if presented options where one choice is clearly going to be best for more.

Appearance
Relatively petite by nature, Ria stands at only 5'3" and is often underestimated despite having a well toned physique, mostly because her muscle tone doesn't equal muscle mass. She only has slight curves, with a modest bust not terribly pronounced without help from clothing choices. Short layers of purple hair is still growing out, and currently reaches her chin; she tends to keep it messy (some of that a lack of remembering to brush it without one of the others in the guild reminding her) and her bangs are just long enough to brush into her eyes if she doesn't pin them up with a clip.

One of the most noticeable features on her is the heterochromia of her eyes - one eye is blue, and the other is purple. Following that, a few scars scattered around her body - including a sizable one from right shoulder to left hip across her back and a 7" long one across her right thigh - which are often seen thanks to her typically 'less is more' approach to clothing. She likes clothes and dressing up, but prefers dressing in short skirts/dresses and "yoga pants"/"bike shorts" matched to boots or flats, and monochromatic tops in a variety of styles and colors that tend to show off her figure (though the fact her clothing preferences show off her figure is purely by coincidence as she feels those clothes are more comfortable than others she's worn.) She loves jewelry, often dawning multiple shiny or colorful bracelets and rings and earrings whether they match what she's wearing or not, but refuses to wear any kind of necklace or choker.

"We are who we choose to be. Not what someone else made us."

| N a m e: |
Astoria Ocenade
| Alias|Nicknames|Titles: |
Ria
Siren
Wavebreaker
| G e n d e r: |
Female
| A g e: |
17
| R a n k: |
B
| Guild Membership Status: |
Ria joined the guild when it was formed, and has no intentions of leaving any time soon. She loves being a part of it, and wouldn't know what to do if it stopped being around.
| Guild Seal Location: |
Directly over her heart, blue
| History: |
Ria actually isn't sure what her last name really is. She was found by the Sea Dragon Cormenila when she was a toddler and the name full name she goes by is how she pronounced it all those years ago. Cormenila, despite the rumors of being a terror and thus causing the village Ria was born in to evacuate, was not as such. At least, not toward her. He was quite pleased the townspeople deserted, as he had been looking for a quiet place to live out his many long years left, but that solitude was not something he was awarded. He heard a strange sound and investigated only to discover a small child that instantly connected with him. He treated her well, initially more as a pet than anything else, but overtime grew more fond of her. From the beginning he saw a magical aptitude in her, and when she was a bit older he began to nurture it.

The fact he'd started training her proved to be his only saving grace when they were attacked by a dark guild. Yes, he was a dragon, but the years of taking care of the human made him distracted when she was getting overwhelmed by the fight. He'd made up his mind when he first started training her in the ways of a dragon slayer, and convinced her that now was the time to take on the full power of a dragon. Ria rushed through the ritual to take his power into herself, to defeat the dark mages he hadn't, but she wasn't able to handle taking on the power and continue fighting. In her weakened state, she was captured - taken prisoner by the dark guild rather than killed - because as they saw it she was young and would be easy to manipulate to do what they wanted.

For the first few months, she spent the majority of her time caged up in solitude for several failed attempts to escape whenever she was allowed out of "her room". Eventually, she was outfitted with a power restricting collar, and without her magic to back up her fight to be free, she stopped trying. It was shortly after, she was taken outside the base for the first time. Power restrictor removed, they convinced her the best way to earn freedom was to help - to use her power to destroy. She'd refused at first, and lives with the repercussions of that refusal on her conscious every day. By the end of the first year, she had become docile, the perfectly obedient pet - a weapon easily wielded by the guild's leader - she might have if Cormenila hadn't found her curiosity and magic intriguing those years ago, even without the need of a collar. Each job ate at her soul, though, even with all the training she'd undergone to obey her orders. Even Cormenila hadn't used his power to destroy towns, murder innocent people - not that she knew of anyways. The duality of these things - the influence of the guild/her inner dragon and what she'd been taught by her dragon father - combated within her for six long years.

That all ended when the guild was destroyed. They'd released her to fight on their side, but she knew deep in her soul it was wrong. She'd fought the intruder anyways, quietly pleading for him to just leave instead of what she thought was sure to happen. She'd lost her fight, but was spared the same fate as the rest of her guild. She came too shortly after the leader - the last of the members left alive - was killed; she nearly shut down. Her dragon was gone. Her master, who had shown her kindness despite asking her to do such horrible things, was dead. She had no purpose, no direction. With nowhere else to go and no one else to turn to, she followed the mage that had shown her mercy, and - in the process - freed her.

Since joining Winter's Blade, Ria avoids talking about the last seven years of her life. When asked about her life before Winter's Blade, she focuses on talking about her dragon father and what he taught her so it may seem to many in the guild like she has only recently become a dragon slayer.
| Magic: |
Still working on controlling her inner dragon, Ria is a user of Sea Dragon Slayer Magic. While this can be a powerful offensive magic like all Dragon Slayer magics can, it has supportive sides to it as well. It's these parts, she prefers to use now, focusing on buffing her allies and debuffing her enemies. With buffs, she can make herself and others more resilient to attacks and the environment around them, or empower their physical and magical strength, or even make them faster and more agile. Whereas her magic may seem to help her allies swim with the current, the debuffs are like swimming against an undertow; she can slow opponents, make them feel drained of energy (both magical and non), and can even make others feel ill.

She has even experimented with something her dragon father used to teach her - using her magic to heal someone of ailments or wounds; this latter one is still something she's working on, and only really works if she puts tons of energy into it, but she's certain she can manage to be a better back-up healer for the guild if she keeps trying at it.

Both from training with her dragon father, and the work she did for the dark guild, she is formidable as a hand to hand combatant as she has the potential to be powerful. Like all dragon slayers, if she consumes her element - water - she can be reinvigorated, and has an immunity to her element - which in her case means she can absorb oxygen from the water through her skin to allow her to swim underwater for up to three hours and can dive to depths normal humans cannot without the assistance of pressurize stabilizing equipment.

Outside of her slayer magic, she's been learning water magic from a local mage when they have time for her. This magic isn't nearly as powerful as her dragon slayer magic, but it is proving more versatile. She can use it utilitarian - such as creating bubbles of oxygen to allow others to swim underwater with her for longer periods of time - as well as restrictive to trap opponents in spheres and such of water to prohibit movement. She's learned a few offensive and defensive spells to utilize instead of her dragon slayer magic as a go-to for the start of combat and will continue with it until her instincts get the better of her.
| Strengths and Weakness: |

+Dragon Slayer
+Determined
+Sociable
+Enthusiastic

-Dragon Slayer
-Clingy
-Fears confined spaces and physical restraints (as well as neckwear) to the point of violence to avoid
-Easily distracted
| Miscs : |
Demon's Maw may be destroyed, but their dark legacy lives on; Ria doesn't like being around any discussion of the group, but nothing sours her mood more than hearing mention of a dark mage named Typhoon.
image from an internet search and photoshopped by DoomFlavored.

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Staring at the job board intently, Nia's eyes roamed the few jobs that lingered. The most interesting job had been snatched up right away, and the group had long departed. She'd be lying if she said she wasn't worried, but so long as they stuck together and followed Klaus' lead, things would likely be alright. Her worry did fuel her indecision somewhat, part of her wishing she had some way of knowing how things went, another part of her subtly trying to figure out how much she still needed to make rent this month.

She could probably skirt by the month with a small amount just under budget, but there were a few things she wanted to get for her little home that required more jewels than usual. At least, that was what she told herself; her apartment was minimalist at the moment, and she tried to convince herself that she didn't need more chairs for the seating area or a nice painting to hang on the empty wall, but she couldn't help herself.

After letting out a wistful sigh, she squeezed her eyes shut and randomly snatched a page off the board. Opening her eyes, she squinted at the lucky job--one Thoronia Whitecliff was requesting aid in finding her missing son. Oh, no, this was terrible and sad and--goodness, she felt herself tearing up already. There weren't very many details on the bill, instead asking for wizards to help her out. She frowned at the page, wondering what could have happened.

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The foul stench was getting to the sea dog. To a normal person, the stench of rot and bog water could be tolerated or ignored. His large physique could only recoil into itself to avoid the foul air. Seeing his imposing figure curled up and his large, clawed hands holding a much too small, soaked in spirits handkerchief to his nose was a sight to behold. Klaus was having an absolutely miserable time in the swamp on the outskirts of Bludmach. Why did he even come to a place so far away from the sea?

The answer was responsibility. Having someone who—quite literally—joined the guild the previous day take an urgent, high-difficulty mission was a big red flag. Doing such a thing either meant you were sandbagging for most of your life or were an overconfident shmuck. The latter was always more likely. Having one of these types was bad enough, but two of them were bold enough to run headfirst into that four star quest wall. It wasn't like those elusive jobs undertaken by the greatest mages, though. Unless there was something really wrong, there was really nothing to stop people from overextending. Common sense, maybe, but nothing else.

With Eldrid raging against the runner, the sickened Klaus piped up to rebuke her.

"Oi, don't make trouble. Yer part of a guild now. Bein' a knob fucks it up for the rest o'us."

He didn't really acknowledge the fact that his passive bonus to a party's intimidation played a pretty major part in getting the poor marsh runner to cart them in the first place.

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Picking out just the right outfit that wouldn't get in the way and would still offer at least a bit of warmth was difficult. There were plenty that would do one or the other, and in the end, after piling almost all her clothes on her bed in various - seemingly incoherent - piles, Ria finally settled on a pair of skin tight shorts and tank top; no shoes - those would just get in the way. Her usual swimming attire, which she planned to pair with same spells she always cast for negating the cold of the harbor for her swims. But this time wasn't about a swim. The last thing she grabbed before leaving her room was the job flyer.

If it hadn't been so late when she heard there was a job that would let her go swimming again, she would have been out on the bay already. For the past two weeks she'd planned to do just what the rest of the town was doing - waiting to see if Bessie would move back to deeper waters on her own. That wasn't happening, and now she'd get paid to do what she'd been considering. She didn't even care that it was a split between three people.

A slight skip entered her step as she headed down to the ground level. "'Morning, everyone!" She waved at the gathered people at large as she walked over to the counter. "Serena, you made note that Cade and Will and me are going to deal with Bessie, right?" She pulled the flyer from where she'd stuffed it into her top. "They helped me find it yesterday. I figure it shouldn't take me long by myself, so with them helping - we'll have Bessie back out in the ocean by sunset. No problem!"

It would just be a matter of waiting for her shopping buddies to be ready. She didn't want to wait long, but she wasn't about to start the job without them.


[System]
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Species: Humanoid
Room Number: 333
Rooming With: Pozuzy
Alignment: Unaligned - Typically influenced by Neutral & Evil alignment
Appearance: Irvine has shoulder length black hair and brown eyes (couldn't find a image match :( ). In order to complement his personal use of his powers he prefers to wear darker colours of blue's, browns and black to help him blend in more naturally with his most comfortable environments. He always wears a belt that has several leather straps which act as a sort of holster / sheath for his weapon the shadow hilt.

Personality: Irvine is typically a quiet individual who would rather keep to himself than become involved in group activities or discussion. His lack of interactions with other people or species has him sometimes speak his mind without consideration for consequence or feelings. Both of which compound a shy, almost silent attitude of a person who'd rather speak with action than words. Despite this anti-social shell, Irvine will slowly open up as he develops trust for individuals.

Bio: Irvine's past is just short of being a complete mystery with little known about his early childhood or pre-teen life. He never had any direct family and never knew his parents being abandoned as a newborn. All efforts to track down his origins by either himself or others has always resulted dead ends, leading to the current status of any family he does have being a completely unknown variable. Constantly moved between different foster carers Irvine never developed any meaningful relationships, either through a lack of desire or deliberately preventing its on set.

By the time Irvine had come to realisation of his powers he was fending for himself and constantly moving, although typically remaining within a self-designated radius. Within his time alone Irvine grew comfortable with the general lack of being around others, typically hanging around within the constantly dark alleys of busy towns and cities. People who had claimed to see him on multiple occasions grew accustomed to referring to him as 'Shade' due to how his shadow un-naturally stuck to his body as though it was actually him who was the shadow. However despite this phenomenon Irvine has always considered himself human, his ageing and appearance were both that of a human, allowing him to move around easily in general populace. But he couldn't shake the feeling of a faint calling that maybe, just maybe, he was something more.

Power 1: Darkness Manipulation

Likes: Solitude, being in dark or dim-lit environments, observing interactions, combat training
Dislikes: being singled out/targeted, large group interactivity, public speaking

Family: Unknown
Friends: None
Sentimental Attachment:

Weapon: Shadow Hilt - A hilt for a weapon, which alone or in the wrong hands is completely useless. The hilt serves as a material component, and through the use of his powers Irvine can use it to form basic weapons formed from darkness/shadow energy. Currently he has managed to muster daggers and batons, and when given enough time a short sword. The hilt itself is somewhat dull there's a particular lack of any distinguishing features other than the craftsmanship of the metal that forms it, there's a void within the pommel usually filled with a decorative gem yet on this hilt no such gem is present.

[User]
Keith watches the other people's displays of their powers one by one he smiles slightly knowing nobody got hurt during the mistake that was his attempt at controlling his own mind.

He watches as Ceres fights and recognizes the hints of raw bloodlust as she fights the orcs and her sudden end of the simulation as she sits down he walks over to her.

"Don't feel bad about the feeling of losing control at least you know where the line stands." He smiles and ruffles her hair his hand definitely burns from the contact but he doesn't seem to notice as he stands back up and looks at shela rika and leval.

" you guys are really tough aren't ya all I've got is a hard painful time with things." He looks at rika." You will probably be able to find a middle ground of peace with your brutish half ya know and if you do lose it I don't mind wearing you Down alright?" He pats his shoulder.

"Oh yeah leval that was cool how you made all the pretty colors and stuff its relaxing to watch." He glances at shela and pats her head. " don't let hour past determine who you are alright?. Sometimes you have to stay determined keep your head up and go for the things that you really want alright?." He smiles." Besides you've already made a few friends who are willing to help don't you think? "

[Assistant]
Cyber

Cyber watched as everyone showed off their powers, she was incredibly impressed with Arken. She walked over to the helmet and placed it over her head as she did the room became filled with computers. She smiled a little before walking in the middle room.

"Hello, my name is Cyber, and I have the power over technology. I can communicate with it and make it do things it wouldn't normally do. For example..."

She took of the helmet and threw it in the air. The helmet deconstructed and turned into mere parts which she then constructed a scanner on the roof. She also deconstructed the execute button and turned it into a voice trigger. With that she looked back to everyone.

"Now, the room will scan your thoughts without the helmet and the room will do it's job. It will also work with voice commands. For example, execute."

With that the computers disappeared, and the room went back to it's normal self. She walked over to the group and sat herself down.

Dante

Dante walked over and stood in the middle, he didn't bother creating anything with his mind, he didn't need to. His hands stayed in his pockets as he stared at everyone in silence for about a minute until finally he spoke.

"Ok, my power is simple. I can transform into anything I like."

Then discreetly, he placed his hands on his wrist, he closed his eyes, suddenly the watch activated and he transformed into a suit of armour. He revealed none of his true powers, no, not right now. He smiled before deactivating it as discreetly as he could, closing his eyes. When he was done he spoke up to everyone.

"To use my power I need to concentrate but with time they should become stronger."

With that he walked out the room.

Llium

Llium walked up next and turned to everyone. She stared at them with no emotion and as she spoke her voice held nothing. It was as if she were dead inside.

"My name is Llium. Watch and learn."

Suddenly the gem on her waist glowed brightly which covered her in a blinding light. When it went away she had entered her demon form. Even her staff had changed as well as the clothing she had worn. With that, she transformed back and walked out.

Princess Seninia

Princess Seninia slowly stood up and walked into the middle of the room. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Suddenly the room changed completely covered in white lilies.

Princess Seninia stood in the middle of everyone, feeling rather sad still from the powers from Argentina, even after it's effects had worn off.

"My name is Princess Seninia. I will tell you of my powers, my curse. Death surrounds me and follows me wherever I go. It never stops coming. I have the power to see death before it happens. These visions of death are very real to me. I feel the pain, the fear, the agony and anything else before and after death. I have seen myself many times before but no matter what happens the guards always takes my place to save my life and because of this everyone I have known has died for me. My guards, my friends, even my parents. I later found out that I can control flowers. I can make then bloom and grow, or I can make them shiver and die. That is all."

With that said she walked out slowly.

Winter

Winter flew in the middle of the room when she did, the entire place became covered in snow and ice. Everyone would suddenly feel a strong chill in the air.

Winter spoke up quickly, not intending to show much.

"My name is Winter and I am a Winter Phoenix, also known as a Crystal Phoenix. Being a phoenix I have many different natural abilities such as controlling water and ice, but I will not be showing any off today."

She nodded and then went back to the group.

Drumdawn

Drumdawn flew to the middle of the room but didn't change a thing. The two heads looked to each other before taking it in turns to speak to the crowd of people.

"Hello, I am Drumdawn. I am a two headed dragon with the equivalent of one brain which gives mean one personality. You see each head has half a brain. This adds up to one full brain. My powers are simple, I can make the softest whisper into the loudest roar. I have the power over sound. I can also use a little bit of magic."

With that he nodded to everyone and flew back to watch the next person go up.

Yoshihiro

Yoshihiro walked up next and created a samurai temple.

He then looked to everyone and spoke calmly.

"My name is Yoshihiro and I am a werewolf. I have the power of the moon as well as power over the moon. However I cannot control my power."

With that said he walked away and the room reset itself.

Reptile

Reptile walked up next and stood in the middle of the room. He created a large snake pit and hissed slightly.

"My name is Reptile and I am a four legged snake. I have the power to control all poisons including venom and acid."

As he said this his teeth began to drip with venom which melted the floor slightly. After showing that he walked over to the rest of the group.

Kong

Kong watched as one by one, people went in and showed what they had. He found Ruby's display a little pathetic. She hardly did anything to the man, is that all the power she had? He walked up and stood in the middle of the room. Suddenly, Arken appeared in front of him. He screamed loudly at him while he held his flaming staff in his hand.

"Let me show you how it is done little girl."

He quickly ran and jumped in the air then slammed his pole staff to the ground as hard as he could which made the ground crack all the way towards Arken. While this was happening he shot fire blasts at him using his staff to do so.

Arken stood completely skill once again. As the crack approached him he gently tapped his foot on it which then made the crack stop suddenly. As the fire blasts came at him Arken waved his staff which blew the fire away with wind and sent it straight back to Kong.

Kong laughed and absorbed the fire. He then punched the ground which would create earth hands and grab Arken's feet to keep him from moving, if this worked Kong would run around him and smack him in the back of the head with his staff.

Arken watched Kong absorb the fire, it seemed that he did not realize he had planted a virus in the fire using magic which would make him extremely dizzy and confused. He would start to see illusions. Then, when he punched the ground it cracked underneath him making him fall through the ground. Arken simply made the ground tighter around him so he wouldn't be able to move. He then deactivated his power so he was unable to sink and move through the earth.

Kong fell through the ground and then before he could do anything the ground covered him completely. He then began to see illusions, seeing multiple versions of Arken. He couldn't move, he tried to use his earth powers but none they wouldn't work.

Arken slowly walked up to Kong and stared him in the eyes then spoke to him calmly.

"You lost Kong. Give up."

With that he released him and walked away.

Kong was becoming very angry, he sunk into the ground and appeared in front of Arken. Then he went to smash him in the face with his pole staff, fuelling all the fire and electric he could into it.

Arken expected this and revered everything once more, so when Kong hit him he would be flying back and smashing into the wall so hard that it created a hole in the wall. However the force make him jolt forward slightly. It was barely noticeable. Then, as Kong knocked himself out, the fake Arken disappeared while the real Arken clicked his fingers which would heal any and all injuries as well as wake him back up.

Kong was flown back and slammed into the wall. For a moment, he had been knocked out completely. However thanks to Arken he was up immediately. He panted heavily and looked around only to notice that the fake Arken was gone. He began to scream and shot, slamming his pole staff in to the walls and floor repeatedly in his anger. It lasted a good few minutes until he finally calmed down. When he had he walked away silently, not saying a word more.

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Irvine stood watching through his shadow hood as one by one students showed off their abilities. There were those that wanted to show brutality, some that just wanted to introduce themselves and give a basic display. A mixture of occurrences from a mixture of creatures all for their mixed up audience. It was quite the impressive display, for the most part, it almost made Irvine feel completely out of place. Eventually the confident numbers drew thin and it was getting close to people being volunteered instead of volunteering. But it was a simple enough to procedure to endure, watching others have their moments in the spot light. It took sometime but it eventually dawned on Irvine, he had to do this too. The time had come as Irvine took a less than confident step forward volunteering to go next, he raised his head slightly just enough to peer at the students from under his hood before stepping into the training room.

He faced the other students as he tried to steady his own breathing. He nervously reached up and pulled the hood off revealing himself fully for the first time since all of this had begun. Irvine merely stared them down for a moment, though the fidgeting from his hands was evident of some attempt to compose himself. As he did so, his shadow, cast behind him slowly began to creep back up over him. Irvine quickly shook it loose as he looked back. "Back off!" he barked as he turned back to face the audience of students. "I-Irv-..." The boy sighed as he struggled to speak to normal people but not his own shadow. He glanced to his side and his shadow began to take form until eventually the shadows had morphed themselves into a replica of Irvine. "Irvine Code." The shadow created Irvine even mimicked his lip movements. "Though, feel free to call me Shade. That is what those that do not understand me tend to call me. How can they understand me? When I don't?" Irvine chose not to bother with the helmet, who the hell wanted to see a room full of back alleys anyway. "I can manipulate the darkness. I can shape it, morph it to my will. It can copy me..." The shadow creation ran off to the side before disappearing. "Or do something entirely different." Irvine was no longer facing the students simply staring at the ground.

He thought of leaving the room but then remembered. Fumbling the leather straps Irvine presented the plain metal hilt. "This is the Shadow Hilt. Anyone who I end up training with are likely to see what it's for." The idea of unlimited power would serve greatly to the Shadow Hilt, Irvine would be able to create immense weapons. "I don't consider my abilities to be anything grand, after all, everyone has a weakness..." Irvine glanced over to Shekemim then to kong, as his shadow hood quickly raced and covered Irvine's face. "Being cocky about your power, is pointless in a room filled with it." His statement was completely void of any emotional stance, he wasn't attempting to anger or provoke, simply stating. Having finished his piece, Irvine stepped out of the training room and leaned against a wall giving a long, deep sigh. It had been the most he'd spoken in a long time, even if most of what he said was to the floor and not the audience.


[System]
Sex: F
Age: 18
House: Utopia House. Xyz all the way, baby.

For transport, Aya likes to ride a small, one-seater vespa scooter bedecked with several lamps and mirrors, painted a nice shade of bottle green and white. What it lacks in speed it makes up for in brightness.

Duel Disk: A big, beaten up GX style duel academy disc, painted white with wood inlay. Surprisingly light on the arms, but since Aya's deck involves lots of playing around with the opponents cards she'll usually be the first to offer to take the things off and to play on a table the old-fashioned way.

Personality: Aya's just... not a fighter. She's kind of airheaded, very slow on the uptake, and already has somewhat of a reputation for being slow. There's no point in trying to sway her mind if she's set on something. She has a tendency to obsess over things, poking and prodding them with a stick until she's throughly satisfied, then drops them immediately to find the next big thing. Due to a lifetime of this kind of behavior, she's full of interesting trivia and factoids, not all of them entirely true, and is always eager to share what's on her mind to the nearest listener.

History: Aya was born to a warm, loving family, who promptly abandoned her at a doorstep and left her life, never to return. Her adoptive parents were decent enough folks, if a bit set in their ways. Aya went to school in a good neighbourhood, had a close-knit circle of friends who never made her feel too weird for being dark-skinned, and at a young, tender age of 11, was accepted into a private middle school for budding duelists. There, she took a large interest in history, pouring over the history of the game, famous duelists and duels.

During her studies, she couldn't help but notice a few things. How the outcomes of duels seemed to be at odds with how the game was played, or cards that seemed to be completely made up or misremembed, like they were describing something that didn't happen. Cards with effects that seemed to be completely wrong in games that surely must have happened, otherwise they wouldn't be written down in the history books, would they?

She ended up collecting a few of these anomalous cards. An Exodius there, a Metaion here, nothing too grand or rare, a few of these Numbers monsters that seemed so powerful and yet were never quite written down in recorded history. It became a hobby of hers, collecting odds and ends like Orichalcos Shunros or the odd Blue-eyes Alternative White Dragon, a common as muck card that seemed to only work with a card so rare that only three copies existed, all in private hands. Seemed so strange, in her eyes, how something so basic and fundamental as history could be so twisted and peculiar.

She graduated with flying colours, and was put on the shortlist to attend Saotome. Even despite the commute, and after a long and frank discussion with her parents, she made the choice and decided to come up to the foothills for a few years. It would be good for her.

Wish: Veto power over all subsequent wishes. Or, failing that, the ability to stop wishes from affecting or applying to her.

Deck:
Malefic Cyber end dragon
3x Jizukiru, the lightning strike kaiju
Dogoran, the mad flame kaiju
2x Gamaciel, the sea turtle kaiju
Kumongous, the sticky string kaiju
Radian, the multidimensional kaiju
Beast King Barbaros
2x Metaion the Timelord
2x Exodius the ultimate forbidden lord
Swordsman of revealing light
Fusiler dragon, the dual-mode beast
Gorz the emissary of darkness
Retaliating "C"
Maxx "C"

3x Interrupted Kaiju Slumber
2x Trade-in
2x Sacred sword of seven stars
2x Kyoutou waterfront
2x Terraforming
2x Twin twister
Kaiser colosseum
The kaiju files
Owner's Seal

Kaiju Capture device
Solemn Warning
Solemn Strike
Smash Hit!!!
Bottomless Trap hole

EXTRA DECK

Cyber end dragon
Number 81 Superdreadnought Rail Cannon Superior Dora
Superdreadnought Rail Cannon Gustav Max
Skypalace Gangaridai
2x Number 77 The Seven Sins
2x Number 84 Pain Gainer
Number 35 Ravenous Tarantula
Mecha Phantom Beast Dracosack
Number 11 Big eye
Red-eyes Flare metal dragon
Number 23 Lancelot, Ghost knight of the underworld
Number 38 Hope harbinger dragon Titanic Galaxy
Daigorah, the Sun-Swallower Kaiju*

[Smash Hit!!!]
Continuous trap

Once per turn, you can target 1 monster on the field, place 1 kaiju counter on this card (max. 3) and if you do, negate its effects until the end of this turn. During your end phase, if you did not put a kaiju counter on this card this turn, destroy it. During your Main Phase, except the turn this card was sent to the Graveyard: You can banish this card from your graveyard, then target up to 3 "kaiju" cards from your graveyard, shuffle them into your deck.

[Daigorah, the Sun-Swallower kaiju]
LIGHT/Fiend/3300 ATK /4000 DEF/Rank 10/Xyz/Effect

4 level 10 monsters
You can also summon this card by overlaying two "Kaiju" monsters on either side of the field. When this card is summoned this way, give it to your opponent. Once per turn, during your standby phase, remove 2 kaiju counters or activate this effect: Skip your main phase this turn. This card cannot be targeted or destroyed by card effects the turn you activate this effect. This card cannot declare an attack without removing all other monsters from your side of the field (min. 1)

[User]
"A facedown card, eh? I suppose you think yourself crafty, yes? But you have squandered your chance, for the great Marina Viktoriya Kohut is craftier still! Behold!"

Marina's duel coat ejected a card upwards, and the girl grinned as she snatched it from the air. Yes, her master plan was well and truly coming together. Soon this child would know true fear, and none would be able to save him.

"You set a monster? Then I shall set monster and a trap! Gaze upon the majestic one-upmanship that is royalty, Japonski dog!"

Fanning herself with her remaining four cards, Marina cocked her head upwards slighty to better look down on her opponent.

"I pass the turn to you."

[Assistant]
Yuta had, indeed, not been able to endure the stench and was forced to retreat a few metres back. Still, the stench was bearable at a certain distance from the girl, but lord knows how Fuubi was handling it. He stood way closer to her than Yuta did.

He was forced to abandon his chair, but that wasn't too bad. He was standing a good bit away from the action, but still in shouting distance. Yuta raised an eyebrow as he thought he heard Fuubi set one card, thinking that he may have opened badly. It happens though, right?

The weird part was when the other girl, the blonde one, did almost the exact same thing. Not only that, but did she just call out what kind of card she set? Yuta almost felt bad for the girl. She probably didn't know you could omit those details. Still, it was hard to make out anything from this distance. The visuals looked so scrambled.

"Hey, Fuubi! Show her an exciting next turn, alright? You have this in the bag!" Yuta yelled, using his hand as an improvised megaphone to have his voice carry further. This also made Yuta realize he actually forgot to catch her name, as he'd been too busy trying to keep his stomach filled to notice what she was saying. That was mighty awkward...

[User]
@Ammokkx

Fuubi blinked twice as Marina simply ended her turn. He had gotten away with his bluff. With a measly 4000 life points and one card serving as his sole defence, she had passed up the chance to fuck him up. Or had she? It was time to find out.

Fuubi was what one would call a glass cannon. He was utterly helpless against card removal and swarming, had rarely survived even a few turns when he had been an amateur. He learned how to buy turns and lead opponents to false conclusions to make up for his glaringly shit defence. But boy howdy, when Fuubi got half a chance to go on the offensive...

Fuubi's eyes widened into maniacal saucers of malevolence, back arching steeply and hair prickling like a riled cat. He drew his card so sharply that it whisked through the air, and let out a feverish exhalation of breath as he saw he had picked something good.

"YOUR STENCH HAS OFFENDED MY ANCESTORS. FOR THAT, PREPARE YOURSELF FOR THE MOST UNPLEASANT DUEL-ARU OF YOUR LIFE!! EEEAAARRRGGHH!!!"

At once Fuubi started screaming like a complete lunatic.

"I FLIP MY FACEDOWN MONSTER! Meet my favorite card... MAGICAL MERCHANT!"

If Marina didn't spring her trap, Fuubi would carry on and initiate Merchant's flip effect.

"Now I can mill cards from my deck until I draw a spell card... ARE YOU WATCHING!?WATCH CLOSER DAMN YOU!"

[Assistant]
Matt Ronwell

Matt reflexively reached out a hand to catch the brick, but the cyclist's aim was off, and it merely slammed into the window. After a moment to consider what happened Matt laughed and waved at the cyclist as he drove off. "What an interesting fellow." He said, to himself rather than anyone else and sat back down. Around him the bus erupted into a clamor of chatter and Matt sat back down. Aya had broken into hysterics, someone behind them more calmly asked if anyone was hurt, and a proper looking girl with blue eyes looked up from her book to express, quite elaborately, that it was good the brick hadn't hit, the window should be closed, and her name. Seeing as it was fairly good advice Matt returned the window to its closed state. "Well at least no one's hurt. Any who, Yukishima Ayumi-"

Wow that was a mouthful. Good thing he'd practiced Japanese names on his way as he'd figured he'd be running into quite a few, given it was Japan, so he wouldn't sound like a clumsy foreigner. "In case you missed our introductions, I'm Matt Ronwell of the Dark Magician House, this is Aya Tsukasa of Utopia House. Nice to meet someone body else from my house, though I hear that's not so uncommon." Matt turned back to Aya. "You said you use Kajus? I'm afraid I'm not my well versed in my archetypes so that doesn't help me much. Truth be told I only started playing very recently because I won my current deck in a... Game. My deck is just a big gamble, or perhaps a bunch of little gambles. Either way I came to this academy because I know very little, though I hope to learn a lot." He finished his statement cheerily. He had no doubt it would be a rocky start with him being relatively new, but what better place to learn?

[User]
Deep breath in. Deep breath out. In. And out again. Gradually, with a lot of effort, Aya managed to stop her heart from bursting out of her chest and making a mess of the upholstery. She'd barely even paid attention to what the girl in front of her (Behind her? Like, she was behind her on the bus, but in front of her now, how would you ever write that down?) had been saying, but it seems she didn't really have to. Matt was introducing the two of them to the small pack of kids who had turned up. Is anyone hurt? She heard someone say, and she shook her head, not really registering who exactly it was who had spoken.

"...And if that sound is anything to go by, the evidence is on-hand. The culprit will be found. Eventually. I hope. That aside, since you've done me the honor of not having to speak first, I hope you don't mind a self-introduction... Especially seeing as how you and your seatmate have already begun to hit it off. My name is Yukishima Ayumi, and I'm to be living in the Dark Magician House. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance." "Well at least no one's hurt." Came another voice, closer to Aya. "In case you missed our introductions, I'm Matt Ronwell of the Dark Magician House, this is Aya Tsukasa of Utopia House. Nice to meet someone body else from my house, though I hear that's not so uncommon. You said you use Kajus?"

That got her attention. She turned her head, looking almost over her shoulder back towards Matt again. Seemed so strange, in her eyes to move so quickly from card games when barely a minute before, she'd been staring at four pounds of clay ceramic death moving very fast and incredibly close. She pulled out her deck, currently in a hip-side holster, and began shuffling it slowly and deliberately. It was relaxing, like lighting incense. Just what she needed right now, after the excitement and shock. "Ive always liked being able to play both sides of the game." She mumbled, like some sort of excuse." "Used to play Artifacts and Graydle too, but right now i'm just using Pur-""

"I'm afraid I'm not my well versed in my archetypes so that doesn't help me much. Truth be told I only started playing very recently because I won my current deck in a... Game. My deck is just a big gamble, or perhaps a bunch of little gambles. Either way I came to this academy because I know very little, though I hope to learn a lot." That threw her for a loop.

"So what, you're going to a big prestigious Duel monster school and don't really know how a lot of Duel monsters is played? Just how good are you?"


[System]
Species: Growlithe
Gender: Male
Moves:
-Bite
-Roar
-Ember
-Howl

Bio: Dexter was born and raised in Frigid Peak, a small town far to the north of Allure. There was snow on the ground year-round, which made it nearly impossible to grow crops. It was a fairly successful mining town, which was a good thing, since trade was very important to keep it going. Without the ability to grow their own food, they had to constantly import food from the south. Trade caravans heading along the long, winding road that lead to the town weren't an uncommon sight.

 Dexter was the oldest of 8 pups, and as a result, was also the biggest and strongest. He would constantly pick on his younger siblings, as well as other Pokemon that happened to be smaller than him. He had several friends that would help him bully other Pokemon. Sometimes they would do harmless things, such as exploring the town's outskirts. Most of the time, though, they were up to no good. Dexter and his gang of troublemakers soon gained a bad reputation among the townsfolk.

 Eventually, the townsfolk, and even Dexter's own family got tired of him and his group causing trouble. They were all cast out of Frigid Peak, and it was made very clear that they wouldn't be allowed to come back. Dexter and his group wanted to get back at the people who had banished them from their hometown, but at the moment there was nothing they could do. Just when they were ready to give up, they stumbled upon something amazing.

 There was an abandoned outpost not too far from Frigid Peak that had a worn-out trading caravan parked nearby. Okay, it may not have been that amazing, but it gave Dex an idea. If the residents of Frigid Peak were going to treat them like bandits, then they were going to be bandits. There were plenty of supplies left at the outpost that allowed them to fix it up. They then set off in search of one of the caravans on the road to Frigid Peak.

 Their first raid was easy. There was normally nothing in the area that posed a threat, so they caught the driver completely off guard. They managed to get away with all of the supplies that the townspeople were trading. It was filled with all kinds of gemstones and ores, which they managed to sell on the black market.

 After they'd raided several more caravans, some filled with ores from the mines, and some filled with supplies that the townspeople needed, the traders were beginning to get smart. They brought bodyguards with them to fend off the Dexter's bandits, and sometimes took a different path up the mountain. There were also guild members coming after them. This made things a lot more difficult, but they managed to avoid getting caught, and most of their raids were still successful.

 Everything changed, however, when a team of guild members found the outpost that Dex's group was using as their headquarters. They waited until night to attack, and ended up catching the group of bandits completely off guard. They put up a fight, but most of them ended up getting arrested that night, including Dexter. The group of bandits disbanded after that. Dexter never saw any of them again.

 He spent several years in prison after that. He constantly got into fights, one of which resulted in a scar on his chest. The guards were douchebags. He was confined to a cell most of the time. Needless to say, he hated it there. He was forced to sit behind the bars of his cell, waiting for freedom. After what felt like decades, he was finally released.

Appearance: Dexter's fur is a lot thicker than normal due to the climate he was raised in. He also has a large scar across his chest, but it's mostly covered by his fur.
Differences: He has Howl, which he inherited from his Mightyena father.

[User]
[Bonnie]

The closet was cold, dark, and cramped, as for some reason, it seemed to be full. I continued to cower there, as the very thought that my father might know where I was right now practically paralyzed me. Thankfully, he seemed to at least ignore the rest of my team, as I could hear him saying things like "Come on, Bonnie... I just want to see my daughter again," what was weird was that he'd also say something like "You're a failure as a daughter, and as a member of your species, now, get out here and take your punishment for failure!" I supposed he was saying the nicer things just to lure me out, but I wasn't going to believe him, not after what I've witnessed. A few doors later, I hear him shout "Aha! I've found you! There's no escape now!" I panicked, and the moment he opened the door to this closet, I stunned him with a jump kick right to the face, and I even managed to use his face as a platform, jumping off of it, and away from him. He was stunned, but not from whatever pathetic damage I did to him, no he was just surprised to see me attack at all, let alone with a super-effective move... even if it didn't do much. I then run off, passing by Eralion, and Tini, who was wrapped around my father's tail for some reason, and gesture for Eralion to follow. "Come on, he won't stay stunned for very long," I say to Eralion as I start heading downstairs, to the ground level. Once there, I try to find another closet to hide in, but opening the first closet door I could find turned out to be a mistake. A skeleton, no, my mother's skeleton was hung up in there, facing the door... of course, the main reason I could tell that this was a Lopunny's skeleton, and thus, most likely my mother's was the fact that he kept the ears... that being said, the ears were subject to rot and probably smaller creatures feeding off of it. Obviously it didn't smell too great, either. I ended up just standing there, out in the open, my mouth agape, too scared to move. That was just about when I heard footsteps approaching me again... this might not end well.

---

[Anthony]

Rebecca introduced her entire team as 'Team Crescendo', with the motto 'perfect to the last beat'. I held in my laughter, and noticed that Chip didn't seem to know what they were talking about. I started thinking about how I could best explain it, but, eventually, I gave up, and eventually just left it to the rest of his team, who would probably be able to describe that better than I could. Levita floated over to the mission board, and I figured I'd follow her, though, none of the missions that weren't taken were to my liking. I then hear something, in my head, as if someone was speaking telepathically to me. ..ve us, pl..se, we n..d h.lp! Kiera is ...th us! We need help! I then get directions to where this message came from. To the north, far to the north. I felt compelled to tell Josh and Matt about this, but, since Xeno was already here, I tried my best to explain "Xeno, I think I just got someone's SOS message, erm, at least, the telepathic version of one. We're heading to the north if you want to come," I then rush upstairs to the mess hall, where I assumed Josh would be if he wasn't with us at the mission board, and, I was right. He was with that Snivy, and his team, but he was there, alright. "Josh! I just received an SOS message from somewhere kinda far away. They said they're in danger, and the name Kiera came up. I don't who that is, but it sounds like they're in serious trouble... uh... whoops, sorry if I interrupted something," I then realize that he could have, and, actually was talking with the other team, and the Snivy seemed to burst out in laughter for a little bit before saying "Well, I guess I might as well help, if anything, to prove that you've gone crazy, whoever-you-are," I mumble a bit, saying "I'm Anthony, remember?" However, as if he was ignoring me, the Snivy got up from his seat, and shouted to someone else.

---

[Spruce]

Josh started talking about how they were trying to find something known as the 'Orbs of Balance' or whatever, all the while I was getting my fill of the food here. He then asked if I've seen any of them, and I try to think back, though, I didn't have to think back too far, as it was yesterday, that mission with John the ungrateful jolteon. I remember seeing something vaguely orblike, and the nidoqueen who guarded the place seemed to put it at a fairly high value, calling it her 'treasure'. I then start to say "Actually, I think I-" and as if on cue, a familiar goomy barges in, and starts saying how he got some sort of telepathic SOS message from somewhere far away. I couldn't help but laugh, and say "Well, I guess I might as well help, if anything, to prove that you've gone crazy, whoever-you-are," the goomy mumbles something, and all I caught of that was "Anthony," which must have been his name. I then get up from my seat, and head to where Celes ran off to, and shout "Hey, Celes! I found something for us to do! We're helping another team with some important task, or whatever, come on!" Anthony didn't seem all too happy about this, however, and continued to mumble, though, I couldn't make out what he was saying, and something told me that he couldn't tell what he was saying either. The bidoof actually stopped eating at that point, and said "Wow... a mission with two teams helping eachother out. Can I come?" I didn't know this bidoof, but it wasn't really my decision, though, honestly, I'd rather this bidoof stay right where he was, if I remember, I outranked HIM even before I took on my first mission.

---

[Nina]

I waited there, in that room, ready to surprise that team with, er, myself, I guess, but they never seemed to come. I couldn't wait all day, and I didn't want to be left out of their next mission, 'cause it would be their first mission with me as a member. Tired of waiting, I jumped off of the floor, and ran towards the boards again, hoping that they didn't go too far, yet. I pass by Anthony again, and head downstairs where I meet up with Chip, Rebecca, and Levita again. "WAIT!" I shout to them before they leave, soon after adding "You're not going to leave without your newest member, are you?" I then remember that I didn't actually introduce myself, and say "Oh, er, right, I'm Nina... and yes, this isn't the real orb of light," Chip certainly seemed excited to go, running around the team a few times just to show how excited he was, though, I guess I was pretty excited, too. There was an oddly cold air around the boards, but, then again, this guild probably had some ice types in it, so that was almost to be expected, by now. I then take a look at the mission that said Taken by: Team Crescendo. Apparently someone dropped a bunch of papers in the nearby plains, and, come to think of it, I DID see some flying around when I passed by said plains to get here, I just didn't think too much of them at the time, I mean, they were just papers, why would I? Unfortunately, they were, in fact, flying around when I saw them, so they might not be as easy to locate this time around. A thought crossed my mind that I might have wanted to ask if they'd even want me on their team, first, but I'm sure if they didn't, they'd tell me now, and I'd just have to start my own team, with some other pokemon, and achieve greatness with that team, instead.

[Assistant]
Eralion listened to what Bonnie said, before nodding and fallowing, and then seeing the inside of the closet, and staring, his stomach just wanting to barf there. He then closes the door.
"Wrong door Bonnie.... I know its hard but.... we need to move!" he says, helping Bonnie move right here and now. If only... if only he had something like a focus sash right now. Or something to be able to take a hit. That way, if her father would attack, he could use counter and hit him back hard enough to probably stun him or damage him so that they could run away faster. Though even then, it probably might not do enough damage. He continued to run, actually helping Bonnie move. They had to get away from here quickly.
"Guys come on!" he says. Lucky for those quick seeds... but a warp seed could have just finish the problem at the source for now. Where the heck was the hostage...
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Celes didn't go back to see Spruce just yet.
"One second!" she says as she continue to run, before seeing at a distance 2 silhouette, one that looked like a large round shape, and the other a fox like creature. She wanted to chase, but then she lost view of them. Celes looked down. If that was her mother... she had been chased all this time? She breath deeply. She then walked back listening to what Spruce said, and stares a bit.
"So... uhm.. sorry... what is the mission... I... kinda saw something outside, but it was gone before I got a good look at it." she then says, looking down a bit. She breath deeply. One day she would go and try to see about helping her real mother.... when they can actually stand up to... whatever is chasing her.

[User]
Just when Spruce was about to speak, Anthony came barging into the room, saying something about an SOS message he'd received telepathically. He then mentioned Kiera's name, which he wouldn't have known, since Josh never mentioned her to him. She was probably in danger at the moment, and it could end badly if they didn't get there quickly.

 A random Bidoof then approached them, saying he wanted to come with them. "Yeah, sure. Whatever." Josh said. He was in too much of a hurry to care if the Bidoof came with them or not. "Come on, Matt. Let's go!"
Matt picked up Josh's bucket and exited the guild, waiting near the door for a while. "Some of our teammates can't move as fast as we can, Josh. Anthony in particular." Matt said.
"So get him to move faster, or carry him if you have to. Wherever Kiera is, we need to get there as soon as possible." Josh said.


[System]
BASIC
Goes By (Nicknames): Maleficent (alter-ego); The Winged She-Elf; She-Devil, Devil's Incarnate (by Thorin); Delva, God-Mother (by Fili & Kili).
Royal Titles: Lady of Ambaróna/"Fangorn".
Other Titles: First Commander of Isengard, Sauron's Most-Trusted Servant (as Maleficent); The Watcher; Guardian of Durin's Folk.
Age: 5,739 (Looks 37-38)
Gender: Female
Race: Elven Hybrid (Sindarin and Noldor Bloodlines)
Other Bloodlines: Silvan and Teleri (Through her grandfather's relatives)
20/20 Elvish (10/20 Sindarin, 6/20 Noldor, 2/20 Silvan, 2/20 Teleri)

APPEARANCE
Face Claim: Angelina Jolie
Hair Color: Medium Brown
Eye Color: Yellow-Green (Boldly-luminous when furious/angry)
Skin Tone: Creamy
Height: 5' 8"
Weight: 119 lbs
Body Build: Slim

Finger Claws:

Curved Daggers:

Combat Outfit:

Dresses for Two Towers/Return of the King

Wing-Cloak

PERSONALITY
OVERALL PERSONALITY
Likes: Humans, Elves, Dwarves, Hobbits, Ents, Happiness, Animals, Peace, Music, Plant-Life, Training, Flying/Sightseeing, Yearly Seasons.
Dislikes: Death, War, Chaos, Greed, Spiders, Maleficent, Orcs, Sorrow.
Strengths: Fighting/Combat, Flight, Knowledge, Wisdom, Harsh Temperature Resistance, Protective/Affectionate Nature, Keen Senses, Agility.
Other Powers: Wallcrawling, Banshee Scream, Enhanced Strength, Telepathy, Telekinesis.
Weaknesses: Stubbornness, Loneliness, Anger, Vindictiveness, Split Personality.
Fears: Sauron, Losing Family.

Elegant | Unpredictable | Capable | Headstrong | Mysterious | Maternal | Observant | Intelligent

Everyone believed Saeril to be born as a creature of chaos and pure evil, but they just do not know the true story. In actuality, Saeril is a good-hearted, nurturing individual, who highly valued the peaceful natures of Middle-Earth, whilst having the passion to support and protect its various realms and inhabitants. Born during the First Age, Saeril is a strong-willed she-elf, and the last of an ancient Elven clan from Fangorn Forest. A very intelligent, loyal-to-the-bone perfectionist, who stays true to her word, she focuses on finding the best intentions for others, to the point of making great judgment calls, as much as willingly risking her life, in the process.

From the despair of her devastating past, following the Deceiver's corruption upon her mind, Saeril is truly hurt and very lonely inside, having to be caused by the guilt and horror of her cruel and malicious deeds, as well as the amount of pain and trauma she had to endure. After being rescued by Gandalf the Grey, she was left "more Orc than Elf", while her other alter-ego "Maleficent", a psychopathic representation of her corruption, still lingers within her mind. However, after Sauron's defeat, this other personality dissipated, giving back her natural Elven beauty.

The ultimate goal was to redeem and dissipate this inner darkness from within, but she never anticipated it to be a challenge when she rekindled herself with her Dwarven godsons Fili and Kili, whilst having to closely bond with a young she-elf named Yavanna, whom she had grown to love and deeply care for, as if she were her own daughter. Determined to protect both the Sons of Durin and the Bright Star of Middle-Earth, Saeril will become extremely aggressive and violent, whenever someone threatens, or has inflicted any sort of harm to them; as this contrasts her more-gentle nature, she will be blunt and gladly let the offenders know the price. In addition, since witnessing the death of Fili, she will go to great lengths, if it means to prevent Kili and Yavanna from falling under the same fate.

Both as "Maleficent" and herself, Saeril is a ruthless, immensely-formidable warrior in her own right; despite withholding a certain elegance, she's truly a very deadly foe for anyone who'd dare challenge her personally. A vast majority of her strength came from the enchantment Sauron had placed upon her, as well as the supernatural connection he was able to forge between them; even while she was formerly his chief of the Isengard legion, she possessed a number of abilities that have allowed her to stand her own, and even overpower the most skilled of individuals. Due to this connection, she's able to enhance these abilities. She also shows herself to have great telepathic power; either taught or naturally inherited from her parents and/or ancestors, she can read the minds of others, conjure up visions through physical touch, and receive thoughts from a certain distance.

Saeril will not hesitate to comfort, guide, or advise others when they seem to need it. Proud, proper, and almost-completely fearless, she will never bow to anyone she disagrees with. Evident by her relationship with Thorin Oakenshield, it's complicated when it comes to terms of the trust; she betrayed him (as he claimed) by "stealing" the starlight jewels from his treasure hoard for King Thranduil. Although she was claimed as not "trusting", Saeril openly showed that she cared a great deal for him, saving his life multiple times on different occasions.

BACKGROUND
Place of Birth: Fangorn Forest (Also known as Ambaróna).
Family:
- Kili Durin (Godson; Alive) (Dwarf)
- Fili Durin (Godson; Deceased) (Dwarf)
- Dis Durin (Co-parent; Alive) (Dwarf)
- Vili Durin (Co-parent; Deceased) (Dwarf)
- Hermia (Mother; Deceased) (Noldor Elf)
- Lysander (Father; Deceased) (Sindarin Elf)
- Ulla (Aunt; Deceased) (Sindarin Elf)
- Kinloch (Uncle; Deceased) (Sindarin Elf)
- Kriva (Grandmother; Deceased) (Noldor Elf)
- Disgla (Grandfather; Deceased) (Silvan/Teleri Elf)
- Fidnai (Great-Grandmother; Deceased) (Teleri Elf)
- Sahov (Great-Grandfather; Deceased) (Silvan Elf)

Other Relations:
- Gandalf the Grey/White (Mentor/Friend; Alive) (Maiar)
- Thorin Oakenshield (Friend; Deceased) (Dwarf)
- Aragorn II Elessar (Friend; Alive) (Man)
- Lord Elrond (Acquaintance; Alive) (Half-Elf)
- Tauriel (Acquaintance; Alive) (Silvan Elf)
- Haldir (Acquaintance; Alive) (Silvan Elf)
- Gimli (Acquaintance; Alive) (Dwarf)
- Thranduil Greenleaf (Acquaintance/Friend; Alive) (Sindarin Elf)
- Legolas Greenleaf (Acquaintance/Friend; Alive) (Sindarin Elf)
- Yavanna Undomiel (Friend/Daughter-Figure; Alive) (Elven Hybrid; Mortal/Sindarin/Noldor)
- Bilbo Baggins, Frodo Baggins, Samwise Gamgee, Peregrine Took, and Meriadoc Brandybuck (Acquaintances/Friends; Alive) (Hobbits)
- Azog the Defiler & Bolg (Enemies; Deceased) (Gundabad Orcs)

[User]
"A tobacco pouch. There's dwarves in these woods." Dori spoke in a hushed voice, completely unaware that the pouch had belonged to one of them.
Bofur looked to it, then gave a slow nod. "Dwarves from the Blue Mountains, no less. This is exactly the same as mine."
Bilbo was exasperated; his head ached and his mind was a marbled mess. "Because it is yours. Do you understand? We're going round in circles. We are lost."

Fili was seconds away into falling headfirst into a curious looking swamp. The water was a peculiar color, and no good could have come from it. Thankfully, Yavanna had caught him by his cloak. At first, he was alarmed, but he calmed when he saw that it was only the princess.

His vision seemed to go in and out of focus. Everything appeared tilted; the ground and sky felt as if they had changed places. Desperate for balance, he moved one hand to Yavanna's. "Kili...went this way," Fili pointed towards the swamp with his free hand, insistent that this was where his brother had gone. "I have to find him!"

Saeril kept reassuring Kili, but it seemed that the spell was very potent, even for him. Looking back, she saw Yavanna trying to get Fili to also come into focus, but these hallunications were driving them away from reality.

[Assistant]
As Balin was looking around for the path, he was muttering to himself. "I don't remember this place. None of it...none of it's familiar."

Bilbo sighed...he eventually sat down. Needing some rest...he was exhausted from all of this. He found that he was sitting near a very large spider web. Curious. He reached out and plucked it. The web vibrated. Making odd noises through out the woods. Plucking it again. Bilbo listened once more...after a few moments; he joined the company again, to keep looking for the path.

Kili shook his head, turning his head. He blinked...he saw a familiar figure in the distance. It seemed like it was his father. "Dad." Kili yelled out "Over here." in that moment, Kili had forgotten his father was long gone. He began to run towards the illusion of his father. Almost falling into a pit.

Yavanna saw Fili was about to fall in a swamp. Rushing over...luckily she reached out; grabbing him just in time. "It's okay...I got you." she reassured him. Yavanna then held his hand, and she looked down at him "Kili's safe...we don't want to go there." she told Fili, as he pointed to the swamp. "Your brother, is with your God-Mother. He's alright." she promised him.

"We're not lost...we keep heading east." Thorin said.
"But which way is east?" Another Dwarf said. "We lost the sun." When chatter broke out between the group, Thorin thought he heard he something "Enough! All of you...We're being watched!" he said looking at the company.

In the mean time, Bilbo had gotten an idea. The sun...they needed to find the sun. Walking over to a tree, he began to climb up.

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Saeril was quick to act, and stop him from falling into the pit. She pulled him back, encasing him into a hug, and rock him. "It's okay. He's not real. That wasn't real", she kept reassuring him, softly.

She rocked Kili a little to make him come to his senses before she heard something creak. Almost like a thousand legs trailing down the bark of the trees. They were slow, and they were getting close. Turning around, she found a wave of arachnids dragging the company off, until she heard a hiss in the other direction, stalking towards Fili and the princess. Sheathing one of her daggers, Saeril threw it towards the creature, piercing its head.

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Kili was shaking slightly "But dad...he's here...dad.." he whimpered, as Saeril rocked him slightly. Almost bringing him back to his senses.

Bilbo had climbed up high into the tree top...taking a deep breath of fresh air. When he was up top. Seeing the beautiful butterflies...he chuckled lightly. He saw the sun. "I see a river...a lake...the mountain. We're getting close...I know which way to go." he called down...but no answer. "Hello?!" he called out. He saw something moving in the trees..but no one answered. Ducking his head down, he tried to see if he could spot something. But saw nothing...about to climb down. His foot caught on a piece of web and he fell through the tree top...landing in a spider web. Bilbo groaned and then let out a yelp...as a spider lept ontop and began to wrap him up into a cocoon.

Yavanna heard the odd movements, glancing around. She saw the giant Spiders of Mirkwood...and she stiffened on her spot. Terrified. Not on purpose...but Yavanna had a deep fear of Spiders. They terrified her. A scream left her lips...as she saw the large creature drop dead in front of her and Fili..after Saeril threw her dagger. Her scream seemed to echo through the woods. Yavanna was trembling. And then something grabbed her from behind...making her let out another scream. Another spider, began to wrap her up into a cocoon dragging her off.

Bilbo was dazed...when he woke up. He could see a giant spider above him. The spider was getting ready to eat him. But his sword stuck up through the cocoon...piercing the Spider's chest...few times. The spider shrieked...before falling through the tree...dead.

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The spider gave an unearthly screech. One that was horrible enough to scare Fili into sheathing one of his swords, before Yavanna's scream became enough for him to clear his vision. Only to see her terrified face, he gave a yell, and sliced at the spider that was proceeding to wrap her into a cocoon. To hear the princess scream, Saeril acted fast.

Once her wings unraveled themselves, she flew herself towards the spiders. Agile maneuvers like any other elf, her dagger and sharp finger cuffs were her only shape-weapon, as she killed off part of the pack that proceeded from the tree tops. Slicing at the spider that was dragging Kili off, the winged she-elf kicked at the arachnid, until she felt the pierce of another's stinger.

She gasped as the penetrating object hit her left arm. Numbness went through her body, almost as if she was stiff inside out (almost like her arm fell asleep). The injury on her leg was healed, but this was another injury she would have to fight through. She couldn't momentarily move, while under the effects of the spiders' poison in her bloodstream.


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Age: 17
Height: 6'3 ft
Weight: 175 lbs
Year: Freshman

Personality: In short, exactly the kind of person you'd expect to bring a knife to a fistfight. Scary isn't the kind of guy that values "fair-play" and "an honest day's work" and will do whatever it takes to achieve his goals. That said, he is far from heartless and would sooner die than betray a friend. In the end, he'll probably reluctantly stand up for his morals... whatever they are.

Fighting Style: Scary lives for cheap shots. At the start of a confrontation, one can reasonably assume that he has a small police-station's supply of weaponry on his person. Every fight is a battle between his flash showman's instincts and the tacit knowledge that the powers that be would be less than thrilled at the prospect of a contestant pulling a butterfly knife out of his shoe mid-fight. Cheap shots are the name of his game 9 times out of 10, though he's not above just tranqing them from halfway across the field if he thinks he can get away with it. Even without sneaking something into the ring, Scary is still better off confusing and distracting his opponents than facing them head on.

Martial Arts: A sort of bastardized ninjutsu, with a slight Fencing edge in the hidden blade department and a working knowledge of basic modern military hand to hand if the need arises.

History: A military brat, Farley Scary was born and raised in Melbourne, Australia. From day one, he held his father on a pedastle, a symbol of bravery. After all, the old man had the courage to enter the UK Special Forces! Much as Farley loved the thrill of combat however, he knew he'd rather have the glory and money of arena combat than a career on the front. That in mind, he developed a flashy (not to mention possibly cheating-oriented) set of moves and left for the academy (despite both parents encouraging him to pursue any other career).

Dreams and Fears:

In a lot of ways, Farley is a simple man. He wants money. He wants fame. He wants friends, even if his rather prickly demeanor would indicate otherwise. Given that his entire life thus far has been learning a style that allows his wits and dexterity to overcome his wiry frame and lack of stamina. He wants to be the very best, but only if doing so gets him cash and an expensive engraved trophy.

He resents being called a cheater, seeing his use of pepper spray, rubber bullets and shoe blades as a way of compensating for his stamina (which, as previously mentioned, is laughable), as legitimate as any other fighting style. Or at least, that's the defense he uses. How much of it he actually believes is up for debate.

He is also deathly afraid of beetles.

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Daichi was one of the very many freshman walking through the front gates, with wide eyes and anticipation. Daichi didn't walk with anyone, all of his friends weren't fighters by any means so weren't going to Shinjuku Academy. Unlike most of the freshman around him, Daichi was excited. He could fight opponents he would never have the chance to if he hadn't have come here, and more so, he can prove himself, as long as he can make it. Daichi walked over to an empty bench to quickly check his bag. Boxing gloves, check. Photo of mum and dad, check. Toiletries, check. Shirt patch, check... shirt patch? Daichi pulled out the silver stripe. Crap! He suddenly realised it wasn't on his shirt so he quickly affixed it onto his right sleeve using the Velcro. Much better. Daichi smiled at his foolery, he didn't want to be embarrassed on the first day. His uniform was pure black, which he liked, it was the colour of his vest when he was boxing.

Daichi began walking again through the front gates. The school itself was very imposing, let alone what was to come, however, Daichi saw that it was full of opportunity for him. He can make new friends, and hopefully his room mate was nice enough too. Daichi followed all of the other freshman as they probably had a better idea of where to go than he did. The initiation week would probably be one of the toughest weeks he'll face at this school, but he would have to endure. Hopefully, the ceremony should be good. At least, Daichi hoped so. Either way, Daichi made his way to the auditorium where his first steps at Shinjuku would begin.

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"I always have this dream.... I'm flying through the sky in a propeller plane, an endless sea of clouds stretches below me. Everything is peaceful... but suddenly flashes of light cross my cockpit. Behind me is another plane, shooting. I weave and dive to avoid him, desperately trying to gain the upper hand, but it never works. He's always on my tail. It always ends the same...

I flip my plane to get on his tail, but there he is, right there, gun only meters away from my cockpit....

Then blackness..."

Avis thought of her dream... her nightmare that had haunted her ever since she moved in with her uncle. She thought on what it could mean as she fell to the floor of Shinjuku Academy.

"Get the fuck up dumb bitch. You think you can sneak past initiation week by transferring into the junior class!?" Avis had arrived early to get her room in order and have some time to map out the school. She wasn't expecting to be suddenly punched without warning by her peers. "You think that you can just... just skip what we had to endure!? Well, it seems me and my friends here are gonna catch you up on two years of beat downs!" As Avis attempted to get up, she felt a foot slam into her stomach, the wind being knocked out of her. "I SAID STAND UP!"

Avis slowly got to her feet, as she did, she focused her mind at the current problem. "Alright, there is five of them and one of me... they are definitely all brawn with no brains... most likely the rest of this school is... and are incredibly violent. Probably have some serious fighting experience under their belt... options are limited to say the least!" she noticed her folder on the floor and an idea began to form. An escape plan of sorts that may or may not work, but a plan nonetheless. Avis bent over and picked up her folder, the aggressor waiting for her response, wanting to show that any attempt of fighting him was for naught.

Yes, he and the others wanted to prove their seniority over this transfer student. Show her what the real pecking order of this school is, and that she was scum. They wanted to-

"Wah?"

WHAM!

A folder full of papers flew into the air at the center man, giving Avis enough of a distraction to slam him in the face with her palm, easily breaking his nose. As he fell, she darted past the four others, still shocked at what just happened. It didn't take long for the group to give chase. "YOU BITCH! YOU WILL PAY FOR THAT! YOU WILL PAY!"

Running at full speed, Avis sped down the hallways zipping past classrooms before exiting the school into the court yard. A large crowd of freshman were crossing, heading towards the auditorium. Glancing behind, she noticed that group was practically throwing freshmen out of their way to get to her, barreling towards her. "God dammit. This place is fucking crazy!" she cursed to herself as she continued running.

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Vlad had just finished his morning run. As he took off the weighted gloves the strong odor hit him like a back-handed slap. "Goddamn, this things smell like culo 'e viejo." He threw them off to the side, planning to pick them up and wash them later. But before any of that happened he had to wash himself, as he too smelled like culo 'e viejo. And he couldn't let that be the first impression the freshmen got off him. He had to be clean, fresh, respectable.

After a quick shower, Vlad changed into something a little more formal but still comfortable (and with almost no effect on his mobility). Short-sleeved guayabera "Close enough, they won't notice the difference. Also, it's pretty damn hot in here.". Single-gold-barred stitched patch on his right arm. Sleeveless undershirt beneath it. Short drawstring pants. Canvas loafers. Vlad stood in front of a mirror, stared at himself, and felt pleased with his attire. "That's classy, Vlad. Very classy."

Within a couple of minutes the announcement came out of the speakers: "--ditorium for the freshmen initiation ceremony in thirty minutes. "

Vlad walked to the auditorium (every time he thought or spoke the word auditorium, that old Elton John song would pass through his mind), and on his way saw some girl being chased. "Doing good so far. Don't. Get. Involved.", and so he kept going his way, doing his best to ignore the hostile athmosphere and anxious freshmen.

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Xu was on a walk admiring the school. He always like it here, the scenery had a calming affect that seemed to work on all the fired up souls that came here to fight. He was walking up to a tree when he heard the announcement. This school always had a formal way of doing things before the craziness started and this year, Xu refused not to get on it. He was a very quiet freshman last year who did not say much, kept to him self and only every fought when necessary. But now it was time for some changes, friends would be made and rivals would be found this year.

Xu needed to make the most out of his time here and being a loner won't help at all. With that thought he started his way over to the auditorium.
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Christina had been standing there for a while checking her phone, waiting for the time to finally come when the bells would ring and hell's gates would open. When they did Huang had this look of pain and displeasure on his face. He turned and started to address the room starting with her

"Christy-kun, have you prepared a speech for this ceremony?"

"Yes, I wrote it just to you specifications." She said this to him with a chuckle to the annoyed look on his face. She did not consider them friends, only because she could never tell have the time, but Christina had a great respect for Huang. She was here when he took down the old student president. She did not care why he did it but it had shocked her along with the rest, and was one of the only reasons she challenged the old VP.

"Oh and try to be nice, they are only freshmen, you always give them that "look". Just try to crack a smile." She said as she handed him the speech.

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Mordecai Igins stood in front of Shinjuku Academy, adorned in his new schools uniform and his large travel bag under his right arm "...This is Shinjuku Academy, huh." his emotionless expression he always wore at present. his blue blue swayed in the wind as he gently took the first steps into the the academy, where for the 3 couple of year he would hone his Martial arts skills and hopefully pick up new styles of fighting along the way. He was the other freshmen along the way, but didn't bother to speak to them for even acknowledge them. The Kuudere wandered into the academy without making any contact with anyone. Mainly for the reason.

He didn't know how to speak Japanese, anyone that would try to speak to him would only get a blank stare at them. Of course his mother, being full Japanese had given him a notebook on how to behave in the land of the rising sun, along with a few sentences. in his other free hand was a note to all students to meet in the hall for the opening ceremony. "That should be easy, first find the directory and then make my way there." he muttered. The blue haired boy causally made his way inside before seeing a large board with various building shapes and legends..trouble was. It was all in Japaneses. "For the love of god..." he placed his head against the board as cursed. as he looked up again he saw a small start on top of a building. "I'll take me chances and head there." As he was talking to himself he hear various yelling to his right. he spotted a girl running from other students.

"......" shrugging to himself he went the opposite way. He would try to avoid as much contact as possible.

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"I'll see the world, I said. It'll be life changing, I told them!" the lanky, almost anorexic-looking blonde man mumbled under his breath "Thank god I got this opportunity, now I get to wake up at 2 AM in a motel that smells like cat piss to go wait for an hour at an abandoned bus stop!" The man's voice rose to just below a shout. "Because Christ knows, I want to walk across a fuckin' city before the crack of dawn because the public transportation around here can't be bothered to put up some goddamn maintenance notices."

He was now screaming.

Two hours and stern talking to by a passerby on the subject of early morning pedestrian etiquette later, the man had found himself at the gates of his destination: the prestigious Shinjuku Academy.

At 5:30 AM.

Several hours later, Scary woke with a start. He had fallen asleep on a bench shortly after ariving and slept through the arrival of the plurality of the student body.

It was the announcement on the loudspeakers that wrenched him from dreamland, sending his body spasming off of the bench and onto the ground. Still barely conscious by the time the announcement had concluded, Scary couldn't react as a foot planted itself square in the center of his face. It was fairly light, but hit with the force of someone running at top speed. The offending feet had already dashed away before Scary could fully register the event.

Of course, before he could stand up and compose himself, a notably heavier foot going at found itself a delightful spot in the middle of his gut.

Scary wasn't wide awake yet, but his nervous system was online. Reflexively, without thinking, he slipped a stun-gun out of his shirt sleeve and jammed the sparking weapon into the shin to which the oppressively weighted foot presumably belonged.


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Clover Mae Tarvelli

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Nickname | Alias :
Nothing in particular, "JT's daughter" to plenty.

Age:
25

Personality:
Friendly. Jealous. Feisty. Sarcastic. Virtuoso. Manipulative.

Appearance:
Clover is petite around 5ft 2 and weighs about 100lbs. She has dark brown hair that has a light caramel ombre to the end of her usually slightly curled hair. She has grey eyes, with hints of blue in them within the right lighting. Despite the circumstances she tries hard to be clean and well put together.

Biography:
Clover killed her mother during childbirth, but her father had killed the woman's spirit long before then. Drug lord, woman beater, and all around not very good person. James Tarvelli was your everyday slum. When the world prison was being created, Clover was just a young girl of nine years old but was it was ultimately decided that she would be sent there to live with her father, because the government figured she probably didn't have much of a future.

Living under her father's thumb since, Clover has spent most of her time doing his dirty work. Whether it be her tiny body to slip up and into vents, or using her womanly charm to trick men- Clover was used and abused in more ways than one. However, now that her father is getting older, Clover has started to get a small reputation of her own. Taking after her father, but in a more sly way.

Misc:
Has a raggedy street cat that she takes care of, named Howard.

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Rayne Fielder

Not every day you see a man cave in someone's head. I though to my self. And when you do, you don't normally want to meet them, no matter how hungry you are. With this in mind, I scrambled into a nearby ruin, ducking low, before seeing a girl near what would have been the back door. I already knew the quickest way out, but, what if they could help get food? So, instead, I decided to talk to her. Worst comes to worst, I have to run. "Uhh, well, this is a bit awkward... I don't suppose we could not attack each other over food that probably neither of us have, could we?" If this goes bad, go up and out, then try to get to the roofs.

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Dawn Cohen

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At the sound of the voice, Dawn knew she had been spotted. Being well-practiced at escaping blood-hungry murderers, she wasn't scared of the thousandth person she'd heard asking for food. But one never could know here. Hand habitually gripping the knife on her belt, she peered out of the rubble. A young man with dark spiky hair and a dirty blue T-shirt was looking at her. He didn't seem like an immediate threat. He didn't seem like he had anything good to steal either. She hardly registered the handguns on his belt; if she had wanted guns, she would have stolen them a long time ago. She concluded that a brawl wouldn't be worth anything here.

She held the man's gaze and spoke in her monotonous, medium-pitched voice. "I don't have food. Let's not fight."

She started to search through the wreckage for food or items, keeping an eye on the man. With her knife hidden and her behaviour passive, along with her size and her youth, she knew she looked utterly nonthreatening. If he started to attack her, she had already plotted multiple ways out of the roofless, two-story high wreckage.

She was in the middle of taking apart a couch covered in so much dust she couldn't tell what colour it should have been, finding nothing salvageable, when the heavy footsteps came. The ground vibrated just enough for the top chunks of the already-broken back wall to come crashing down. She dove out of the way as large pieces fell, adding to the rubble already on the ground.

The light from the front entrance was suddenly blocked out. Belly-down on the ground, she looked up.... and kept looking up, higher and higher, eyes skimming over every muscle on a bare chest and neck until she got to a snarling face on a tiny bald head. It was the killer from before, the man who she had seen punch someone's head flat. She wondered recklessly if he had food on him, and took a split second to play with the idea of killing and eating him, before deciding it would be best to escape. She scrambled upright and started towards the back door. There was no back door. It was blocked by broken pieces of wall. She looked up through the partially collapsed second floor to the sky above. She looked at the spiky-haired man. She looked at the snarling killer.

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James Hunter

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James was at first surprised to see a woman in front of him of all people, but he noticed there was another person there, a young man with spiked hair and a dirty blue T-shirt and some guns. The young woman only had a knife, he thought that he could kill the woman fairly easy, however the other man would probably shoot him.

Instead he said in a dry casual tone "I don't mean any harm, just searching for food, lass." he said raising his large hands in the air to show he's not hostile. 'Even though I could pop your head like a watermelon.' He thought

"My name is James Hunter, yours is?" he asked and even though he tried to be casual, he was ready to kill her if she pulled out her knife. He just prayed he didn't hear about his rather... crushing reputation, he didn't want to kill anyone he didn't have to.

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The Twisted Twins

Rob Harrison

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Sophia Harrison

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 Rob grunted and let out a loud groan of frustration as he bashed the rusted lock of a car trunk with a hammer. "There ain't no way in hell we're gon' get this shit open, man," one of Rob's boys complained. He was answered with a quick, but firm smack on the back of his head. "Just shut the hell up and keep tryin', I'm gonna go check up front again." Rob placed the hammer in his backpack and made it to the passenger side door before he heard yelling. He turned around to see a man running towards them, manically waving a crowbar as he yelled. Rob's first instinct was to reach for his gun, but he stopped after remembering what he and his sister had spoken about earlier.
"If there's any commotion of any kind, you better run the other way," she'd said, "we don't need any trouble right now, Rob!"

With his three boys behind him, Rob took off running towards an alley in the opposite direction, and he never looked back.

 Meanwhile, Sophia sat on the front steps of an old abandoned building, her arms folded across her chest and her stomach growling audibly. One of Rob's boys had eaten their last bag of stale but edible potato chips earlier on, resulting in a very angry Sophia. She'd convinced Rob and his "little friends" to go find food four hours ago, and they had yet to return. The whole time she'd been sitting on the steps, impatiently waiting. "I knew I should've gone with them," she muttered to herself, "they should be back by now." Soph knew that little to no harm would come of her brother, but she couldn't say the same for his three friends.

She sighed heavily and rested her head on her hands, closing her eyes. They could be anywhere in the prison by now, so all she could do was wait.

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James 'Iykos' Frost

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Iykos' hand briefly ghosted over the grip of his gun as Clover stopped by the car, his eyes narrowing as he took in the fairly obvious extent of her abuse. He knew that James Tarvelli would try to lean this meeting more in his favour but he wasn't expecting him to get Clover involved, although in hindsight he probably should have. She was quite low on his records; apart from the activities she was trying to hide from her father, she was not a threat, not worth investigating. Maybe he'd have to renege that assessment, in case he tries to pull this stunt again...

"I'm not in the mood for any games, Tarvelli, so I'll cut straight to the point..."

Levelling the smug man with a serious look, He produced a folded map from the pocket of his overcoat. It was an old city map, specifically the map to the city now known as The World's Prison. On it was a tightly grouped collection of 3 areas marked in pen, each one slightly larger than a city block. He handed the map and pen to the other man

"I want you and your men out of the areas marked on this map. In return, I'll erase the data we talked about previously, over the phone. If you have a problem, I'm sure the Black Out Connection can find that data  really  interesting."

As the other man scanned the map, making a few pen marks here and there, Iykos gave Clover another look as she tried to make herself out of the way before he slowly looked around the cul-de-sac. Even though it seemed clear, he quickly checked his smartphone (a miracle find in this prison) and tapped into the local camera networks. Something was off... it was too quiet, and it was going too smoothly...

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Rayne Fielder

"I don't have food. Let's not fight." Said the girl, before starting to search the building. This'll work out fine then Rayne thought in his head, before the man from before appeared. Well, shit, I take it back Was Rayne's first thought. "I don't mean any harm, just searching for food, lass. My name is James Hunter, yours is?" said the man, presumably talking to the girl. Rayne answered quickly, making sure that his guns were within easy reach. "Rayne Fielder, and I sure hope you mean it when you say you're peaceful."

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Dawn Cohen

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Dawn answered right after Rayne Fielder. "Dawn Cohen." She got up onto her feet, not taking her eyes off the massive James Hunter. "I don't have food." She pointed in the general direction of Rayne, still looking at James. "He doesn't have food either." James was still blocking the only easy way out, but his large hands were up in a gesture of either sincere or feigned peacefulness. Dawn decided to go with it. "You can look in here. We'll be on our way." She started towards the door, hoping James would let her through.

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@arca9

He first turned towards Rayne and studied him before answering her. "As long as you don't give me a reason to hurt you, you can count on me being peaceful." He said to her before turning towards Dawn and placing a light hand on her shoulder, though to her the hand might be heavier considering his size.

"You didn't witness anything violent just now, did you?" He asked, just now realizing that he was very close to where he killed the Bull. "Because I wouldn't want to... traumatize someone as frail as you." He didn't want to hurt her and even if she saw him, he wouldn't directly harm her, he would just need to intimidate her a bit.

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Dawn Cohen

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Dawn tried not to sway to the left as James brought a heavy hand down on her shoulder. As always, it was best to pretend not to know anything. Her voice did not waiver. "No, I haven't seen anything violent. Not for a few days now, I think." She sucked in her stomach to quiet its rumbling, its seeming attempt to communicate the truth in its own incomprehensible language. She briefly wondered if Rayne would come with her or find his own way out.

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[Assistant]
James Hunter

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"I see." James said and removed his hand from her shoulder. "I should warn you little lady, you might encounter the Crusher, James Hunter and I hear he is not a very nice to people who stay in his territory for too long." He said, hoping that Dawn and Rayne got the hint, or at least the common sense, to leave his territory. 'They better leave soon.' He thought. If they come back and the two are here, people will most likely die.'

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"Games? Who is playing games? This is no place and time to play games." Tarvelli, started a smug look across his sun beaten face. He had been working all morning long outside, scavenging and making deals with others. Tarvelli ignored the serious look, mostly because it didn't phase him but also to show that he was a bit on the crazy side. Peeking at the map, he watched as the other man marked off areas and Iyokos barked orders.

"Hey now, my men are free walking men. I'm not a slave owner." he continued, "And don't you fucking spill my information over some of these brainless bitches walking the streets. I'm not a cattle rancher. I can't keep up. If you don't want them in your spot, shoot them. I don't care." Tarvelli said, his voice slightly wavering as he spoke.

Meanwhile, in the attic space of the home behind them where the Tarvelli family rested their heads, a henchmen had his gun aimed right at the two men, in case anything went down that wasn't in the direction that was wanted. Clover looked at the map areas as the other man marked them. "It's probably best to just listen to them Daddy, it'd be better to have our people closer anyhow." she spoke quietly, her dad looked at her, and yelled, "Keep your damn mouth shut. You have to keep your friends close and your enemies closer." he raised his hand to strike her, but a thought swept through his head to say otherwise. "I'll humor you though kid. I'll get my men out of there, you erase that data. Also get me one of those smarty phones you got there, and you have yourself a deal." Putting his hand out he grinned, his teeth stained from years of smoking and bad hygiene.