[System]
Nickname(s): Sy

Gender: Male

 Age: 16 human years, 200 elven years

 Year: 2

Birthday: September 2nd

 Astrological Sign: Virgo

 Species: Elf

 Class: Ranger

 Weapon: A bow and enchanted arrows that serve a myriad of purposes. These are as follows:
fire (erupts in flames on contact with something)

lightning (Pulsing electricity, shocks living targets and is obviously also useful for damaging Earth technology)

leech (drains magical energy from target at a steady rate, causing target to weaken and makes it much harder to cast spells. Only works if it pierces skin, can only by stopped by being physically removed, i.e pulled out)

paralysis (target is paralyzed around arrow site until arrow is removed, as muscles around the area become useless as long as it's there. If shot in the leg, target will not be able to walk as well, if shot in arm target cannot swing weapons using that arm. again needs to pierce skin)

 World: Lucis

Short Biography: Sylus grew up quietly in a small elven settlement deep in the forests of Lucis. When the Black Gale appeared, Sylus's father, a well-known and accomplished adventurer, became a gatekeeper, only to vanish about 3 years ago. Sylus believes that becoming a gatekeeper himself would be the only way to find out what happened to him, so it was a no-brainer for him to accept entrance into the academy. His mother warned against him going, as she didn't want to lose her son as well, but Sylus sees no other acceptable future for himself.

Personality: Sylus is rather shy around unfamiliar people, especially in large crowds. He slowly becomes more comfortable around people as he gets to know them, and once he has made a few friends he is quite friendly, optimistic and outgoing around them.He has a serious attitude when it comes to his studies, as he wants nothing more then to follow in his father's footsteps, and hopefully find him. He is also very fond of nature and spends as much time among plants and animals as he can, preferring to study, eat lunch and such around school grounds rather than indoors.

 Partner: (TBA)

Fear(s)/Weakness(es)/Limit(s): Sylus frequently has night terrors, and as such he sometimes avoids sleeping and has a habit of sneaking out of his dorm at night. He will often go out of his way to help people he cares about, often times endangering or exhausting himself in the process. Using his healing magic drains his mental strength and can be quite detrimental to his health. As archery is his only combat skill, if caught in close-quarters combat he will be at a disadvantage.

Skills/Abilities/Traits: Moderately skilled Archer. Knows basic enchantment which he uses to create magical arrows for different purposes, also dabbles in alchemy and can create various poisons to coat arrows with. He is studying druidic magic, which is magic derived from life and nature, and used for the benefit of it. he can communicate with animals fluently as if they could speak, and has a natural gift for befriending them. He can sense energies within living beings if he concentrates, such as magic energy, and life force. This allows him to sense beings that would otherwise be hidden to him, and tell how much life force a being has (how close to death they are essentially). He has learned how to channel his life force into other beings in order to heal their wounds or cure their ailments, however doing so is, for obvious reasons, extremely physically demanding. The energy required to heal another is proportionate to the severity of the wound or ailment. The more energy he uses to heal others, the more he risks passing out, becoming ill or worse.

 Other: He has formed a strong bond with a bird he named Feena, who lives in a tree on Academy grounds and that he visits every day. He can play the lute, and enjoys doing so as a hobby.

[User] "Ha, you're telling me. Archery is a far more effective method of combat when there's any sort of cover or higher ground present." Sylus also turned to cautiously gaze at FL. "I'm not sure about him, or if he can even communicate... though I highly doubt he'd be here if he couldn't. I'm suspicious that he might be waiting until we both turn our attention entirely away from him, so we should avoid doing such a thing for now. Now then, let us see if we can't find some other way out of here then resorting to violence, if you please." Sylus put the arrow back in his quiver and let go of the bowstring, still gripping the bow with one hand in case Uriel had other ideas.

[Assistant]
The trip was uneventful, though exhilarating as always. That's griffin flying, for you. Chris said his goodbyes to the griffin after the landing, and promised to come visit it soon. This was the griffin that had taken him to the academy in his very first year, and every year afterwards. He became friends with it quickly after a few visits to the school's griffin nest in his first year, and started taking it out for flights. They're cool, extremely intelligent, majestic-ass beasts. Who wouldn't want one?

Chris strolled across the courtyard, and into the main hall casually. He was a little late, sure, but- Oh. The speech was over. Shit. He didn't think he wasted that much time getting there. It seemed only the fifth years seated conveniently close to the back of the hall where he was, were left. Walking along the back row, he noticed that they were monitoring groups of what appeared to be students in white boxlike rooms. Some fighting, some talking, some sitting quietly... Interesting, but nothing really surprised him from the school anymore.

Taking the closest convenient seat, he looked behind him to see Zarbaha and Raule. He retrieved his own holopad from his duffel before tossing the bag lightly onto the floor, and leaning his rifle up against his seat. "Zar, Raule. Hey." he said, while powering the device up. "I take it I missed Ier-Briar's spiel. What's happening?"

[User]
Collab w/ Tyrant from the West

Box #435
Sylus, Uriel and Frontal Lobe

Sylus had un-notched his arrow, and in response Uriel followed suit. Or at least, as close to suit as he could. He returned his marbles to the little baggie, but kept his hand near it incase he needed to panic draw. However, it looked like he might not need to do anything of the sort, Sylus looked to be the type who would warn before starting a fight. Hell, he had even said he didn't want to fight. "You've got a point there, Sylus, and you've got it. I would rather not fight as well. I've been shot with an arrow before, those things hurt like nothing else. " He also took note of the comment about Mr.Roboto over to the side. Uriel would be sure not to become too comfortable until he was absolutely sure the robot was safe to be around.

"Hmm, this is a bit tricky" Sylus said, thinking aloud. "Even though we're probably expected to fight, and many of the other students are probably doing just that right now, I highly doubt that's the only allowed solution. Some of the exams and such in this school are based on finding creative solutions after all." He pondered for a moment, looking around thoroughly for any sign of, well, anything but pure white. But of course, it couldn't be that easy."Perhaps if we dawdle for long enough they'll just teleport us out, but I have very strong doubts about that. Hmmm" Sylus continued to ponder for a while, glancing anxiously at FL every now and again.

Uriel listened to Sylus, and agreed with about everything he had said. Maybe waiting around would be sufficient? As these thoughts flew through Uriel's head, he took his eyes off of FL and turned to Sylus to respond. However before any words came out of his mouth, FL fell to the floor, and the resulting sound was not all that pretty. Uriel turned to the robot and spoke to Sylus at the same time. "I don't think we need to worry about that 'guy' anymore. He doesn't seem to be functioning properly, maybe someone will fix him up later. " He had put extra emphasis on the 'guy' part, to show he wasn't entirely sure thats what it was. Probably not the best way to show doubt, but it didn't matter. " So, are you some kind of...elf?" Sylus' ears stuck out to Uriel, however not all knife-ears were elves. Uriel didn't talk to any lucis-born people through the break, and had lost his touch when it came to talking to them. He had never tried to learn about much of their culture, and only knew what people had told him during school about those born there.

"That is indeed what my people are mainly reffered to as, yes. I understand your confusion, from what I have heard there are much fewer types of sapient species on earth. But yes, I'm not sure what happened to... whatever that creature is. I have seen other syntetic beings before, a good number of them come here for some reason... robots, I think they're called? There certainly isn't anything like them on lucius. The closest thing would probably be undead and other deceased beings or aninimate objects brought to life by magical or alchemical experimentation. Either way, I'm quite curious about your method of combat. I think I saw you pull out a few small, brightly-colored orbs from that pouch of yours, and I sense magic from them."
"Yeah, before you guys came along we thought we were the only type of truly-sentient life out there. Robots? Yep that is what they are called, man-made machines, often more dangerous then the average man himself." Uriel then grabbed two random marbles out of his bag and gave them a look, a yellow and dark blue. Safe enough for demonstration in this room. "These things are my weapon of choice. Marbles, with explosive powers within them. Have you heard of a grenade before? Basically, these are that, but weaker. They also, depending on the enchantment, will explode with a different kind of effect!" Uriel hit the two marbles together in his palm and cracked them, so the effects would combine, and then threw the marbles towards the most empty spot in the room, which would be the corner away from the two and a half of them. When they hit the ground, ice-chunks flew out. The corner and the two nearby walls caught the majority of the chunks. The ice chunks, in adition to being ice itself, were also giving off very strong electric pulses. Strong enough to give the average man a harmful shock, give their hearts a rude-awakening. " What do you got? "
"Hmm, very intruiging. Similarly, I have a few types of enchantments on my arrows. Not as many types as your marbles at the moment, I enchant them all myself and am not all that skilled at the moment. I'm a second year and I think I saw you sitting farther back, that would explain our difference in that particular skill. Anyway, the types of arrows I currently have consist of two element types, fire and lightning as well as 2 others. The lightning ones simply electrocute whatever they hit. They do so for quite a while, a few minutes unless the arrow is removed. They could kill the average sapient being given enough time, so I tend to use those in only the most dire situations. Being burned is indeed also very bad, but the thing with the fire arrows is the tip breaks and erupts in flames, engulfing it's target, not lasting as long as the electric ones. The other 2 types consist of what I have dubbed 'leech arrows', and another I have dubbed 'paralysis arrows.' The leech ones drain magical energy from the target at an alarming rate, which both interferes with spellcasting and such, and can quickly fatigue or weaken spellcasters, or any lucis inhabitant with lots of magic in their blood. Although I don't rely on innate magic most of the time, I, and most elves honestly, would suffer greatly if hit with one of them. Finally, the paralysis type interferes with a person's nervous system at the entry site, locking up the muscles. I had knocked one of those earlier and if I was able to hit your arm I would have rendered it useless. As for my other skills, I can use a form of healing magic by physically touching someone and channeling my energy into them. This is a surefire way to exhaust myself, however. Also, although it's not the most useful ability in the world, I can communicate with animals through my mind. It's difficult to explain, but suffice to say I could easily calm a wild animal attempting to devour me, or convince one to help me out with something.
 that's pretty much my repertoire, as it were."
"Well...shit." Sylus sounded somewhat like a one-man swat team, all he needed was the gun and armor. Paralyzing arrows? Yep, if he had been hit in the arm, the pain and the complete loss of mobility would have cost him the fight. Switching arms in combat was something that Uriel never really had to done, simply because his arms were generally never hit by anything like that. He also had a very wide range of skills as well. More so then Uriel, that was for certain. However, Uriel believed that with a proper smoke-screan placement, as well as having nice terrain, he could do it. Certainly not easily, but if he played his hands right, things might work out. As those thoughts flew through his head, he tried to clear them out. They certainly weren't good things to be thinking in this situation, especially this situation. "Heh, We sound like a couple of video game characters don't we?" Did Sylus even know what a video-game was? Whatever. If he didn't, Uriel wouldn't mind taking the time to explain.

'Video game? Some form of entertainment on earth perhaps?" Sylus asked curiously.
"Yeah. Ok, you know what a Television set is right? And you've played games of pretend back on lusis right, when you were a kid?" This was already harder then Uriel had thought it would be.

'Don't worry, you needn't explain if it's that difficult. There are many things in Lucis I would have a very difficult time explaining to an earthling, that is the nature of our worlds I suppose. I can infer that it is some form of interactive game using a television set though, I have heard of those before. Interesting." He then seemed to ponder for a moment, then sigh. "It does seem like we'll be here for a while, not so sure how to get out of this place." He continued looking around for anything at all, waiting for this ruse to be over with if that was even something that would just happpen somehow.


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

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

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

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

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

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

[User]
Victoria turned just as Vail came out to greet the two women. Diana looked up at him. "Lord Hygrace." She could not smell the pheromones in the air, but she wasn't one to judge as she was just as Victoria in her youth when around a handsome man…or vampire. "I fear your father has a severe case of stubbornitis. I hope you can convince him further or your family might be in very real danger because of your attachment to my daughter." She held Victoria's hand gently. "Spencer will come for her again." She anxiously expressed with solemn eyes.

Victoria gazed downward. "I will not let him have me without a fight." She squeezed her mother's hand. "And Vail wont either." She looked up at Vail with hope flickering behind her eyes as she reached her free hand out toward him for strength and support. She just hoped the Order were ready for the Wynter's arrival. "He is no longer my fiancé. I renounced his proposal officially and cancelled all the wedding plans." Their engagement was officially off. She hoped this made Vail happy that she was officially a free woman to make her own decision. And she chose to be with Vail.

"I hope that…once this is all over…that your father with come to accept us..." Victoria's tone squeaked a little. Diana nodded. "I accept you both. I know love's young dream when I see it. You remind me of me and your father." Diana smiled at Victoria. "And if they don't accept you as their daughter in law. Then more fool them." She stroked her cheek softly as Victoria nodded sadly. She was sure Vail saw her worth even if she were a lowly human. "You are welcome here with us, Vail." She told him firmly before bowing to him and retiring for the evening. Victoria smiled at Vail brightly. Now he would know where she had got her grace and beauty, her kind and soft heart from. Whereas her bravery, wit and stubbornness she received from her father.

She escorted Vail down to the front door. She opened it for him as she knew it was time for him to return to his manor. "So...what are your intentions, Lord Hygrace? With your family and the next move with your father at least?" She wondered what his plan was. She knew his intentions with her were to stay by her side throughout this whole ordeal. Even at the risk of losing his family. She hld onto his hand as long as she could before he had to leave her.

[Assistant]
Vail wasn't sure what he had expected when he'd approached the Crest ladies, but Diana's nonchalance gave him clearance to relax. She was much more accepting of him than Peter ever had been of Victoria. Despite the fact that he had used her daughter for her blood again and fooled around with her in the bathroom—as was made obvious due to his state of undressed when she'd arrived—the widow was surprisingly calm and didn't even spare a single comment about their relationship. Her inviting nature was like a breath of fresh air after his own family had reprimanded and ridiculed him for 'playing with his food' as his cousins had so tastelessly put it. He liked how much simpler everything felt when he didn't have to be on a constant defense.

"I'm well aware of that," he sighed when Diana reminded him about the potential consequences of Peter's stubbornness. "He's too set in his ways to believe me either though. I'm doing everything I can, but as long as he's the patriarch of our clan, my hands are tied." The most he could get away with was gently nudging his other family members to stay in pique condition without directly telling them that he was pushing back against his father's wishes. Since word had gotten out about his romance with Lady Crest, he'd lost all credibility among the Hygraces. It was the most frustrating place he could be when a war was looming on the horizon. He just hoped that if or when the time came, he could persuade the rest of the clan to rally so that they wouldn't be massacred by the Wynters.

As Victoria declared that she wouldn't allow Lord Spencer to have her, Vail nodded in agreement. He had tiptoed around her fiancé for long enough. Now that he was both certain and confident about his feeling for the Crest heiress, he intended to fight for her. He wouldn't allow the rival vampire to take advantage of her again. And to his delight, it seemed like the villain was no longer holding all the cards. "You did?" he turned to Victoria with raised brows as she informed him that her engagement was off. The annulment was long overdue, but he was still impressed that she had cut ties with Spencer when the Order had been backing him since the beginning. "Good," he smiled at her, supportively lacing his fingers with hers. "It's about time he understood that he'll never have you, because you're mine."

His father was another story. When Victoria mentioned him, Vail said nothing. Unlike Diana, Peter was openly hostile to the idea of his only son getting involved with a mortal. It didn't matter how much she mattered to him because the clan leader couldn't see past her human skin. "Thank you," he inclined his head politely to the widow as she exited the room, appreciative of her acceptance. Between himself and the Crest heiress, he had inarguably gotten the better future in laws—assuming they would be able to get married one day, that was.

Privately, he wondered how furious Peter would be if he requested to move into the Crest manor for the decades that remained of Victoria's limited life. It was unorthodox, since a bride was usually adopted into her new husband's family, but nothing else about their relationship was conventional. Besides, he preferred the thought of living with her someplace where they wouldn't be berated constantly by people who thought they were fools. Her family's estate would certainly be more peaceful than his in that regard.

Walking alongside her to the door, he considered her question. "My intentions are to keep loving you," he replied after a pause, glancing at her sideways. "I wish I could tell you that I had some sort of grand plan to win my father over, but I don't. With everything else that has been going on recently, I haven't had time to think about it. I've made it clear to him that I'm not going to change my mind about you and that he's going to have to accept it since he can't pass off my inheritance to anyone else without causing an uproar among our relatives. Anything else I try will have to wait until my family is no longer in danger."

He leaned down to press a kiss to her temple. "I don't know what lies ahead, my love, but I promise I'm not done fighting for us yet. I'd like to one day be able to call you my fiancée, and later my wife. For now, though, you're just going to have to trust me. I'm not going anywhere, even if my father disapproves."

[User]
Victoria blushed with coyness as Vail laced his fingers with hers and declared she was his. In a more formal fashion. He made his feelings perfectly clear to his own family before and now to his future mother in law, she hoped, at least. She was grateful that her mother was so accepting of him and took it so well but then again, she saw the horrors Lord Spencer had put her through.

As Victoria escorted Vail to the door, she smiled upon hearing his intentions were to keep loving her. She could not ask for more than that. Other than a gesture of commitment in the form of an engagement ring. Which would enrage his father, of course. She sighed when Vail expressed, he didn't have any kind of plan to win over Peter. Only time would tell. Or if the Wynters made a move on them. So, it was settled then, they would wait until the Wynters were dealt with. And that meant more training with the Order. Victoria wasn't going down without a fight. She only latched her hand tightly around Vail's cooler skinned hand.

She received his kiss with a soft sigh, she loved the feeling of his lips upon her porcelain skin. She swooned as he called her 'his love' for the very first time. She never thought two words would melt her heart so much than those he spoke. She smiled brightly when he declared he was going to fight for her, for them both to be together. She almost gasped at the mention he wanted to make her his fiancé and wife in the future, her cheeks flushed bright red. "I do trust you, Vail. With my life, my soul and my heart." She revealed softly. She was happy he wasn't going to let his father win in his decision to keep them apart.

"Once we deal with the Wynters and when everything has calmed down, we can discuss our future…" She didn't want to add 'if she lived' at the end of the sentence. She didn't want to think about that. "So I shall see you in three days' time?" She confirmed his plan. She knew he was still sneaking out of his manor house and keeping his rendezvous with his lover a secret from his father. "I'll miss you, until then I shall be waiting." She tiptoed up to peck his lips gently with her ruby ones. As she released his lips, she grinned at him. "My love."

[Assistant]
A pleased smile pulled at Vail's lip when Victoria declared that she trusted him with every part of her being. He could tell by her occasional questions that she wanted more than just an informal, secretive relationship with him, and he truly did want to give her more than that. He was grateful that she was willing to be patient for now. It would have been selfish of them to put their romance above the threat of the Wynters, because he knew that doing so would only further distract Peter and sever their trust in one another. For the sake of the slim chance that the clan leader might take his advice about preparing for war one day, he would have to keep meeting with the Crest heiress subtly. It was for the safety of his family, and he was glad that she seemed to understand his reasoning.

When she repeated the plan back to him, he nodded. "And no later," he assured her. Even though he was the one who had insisted that they wait, he wasn't eager to postpone taking another step forward with her either. Since her lifespan was so brief, it felt to him like they didn't have very much time. The few decades they would have together were a mere blink compared to his immortal existence. The knowledge didn't deter him from investing in her as a mate, but it still saddened him to know that the woman who had stolen his heart would only be able to hold onto it for thirty or forty years. He didn't want to wait any longer than was necessary to stop hiding and be with her every day.

Leaning down slightly, Vail met Victoria's lips as she kissed him and then met her blue eyes adoringly. "And I'll miss you as well," he agreed with a quiet exhale, though a soft smile graced his lips when she called him her love. Although she had been ill at the time, he had enjoyed the days they had been able to spend in his bedroom after he'd whisked her off to the Hygrace manor. It had felt like a window into the future that he longed to share with her, one in which they didn't have to spend more time apart than together. He hoped the next three days would pass by quickly, so he could return to see her again.

"Stay safe, Victoria," he advised, his thoughts wandering back to the ominously quiet Lord Spencer. "If you need me before the end of three days, don't hesitate to tell me. I meant it when I said you're mine, and I protect what's important to me. As long as I can help it, I'm not going to allow him to hurt you again." His lip curled slightly at the mention of the rival vampire, but the cold expression vanished as he planted one more kiss on her cheek. "Barring any incidents, I'll see you in three days."

Turning to the door, he stepped out into the cold night and casted her one last glance over his shoulder. "I love you," he said to her once more just before he closed the door behind him and began the walk back to the Hygrace manor.


[System]
Stage Name: Jess Avery
Idol Title: N/A
Sex: Female
Age: 23
Appearance:

Height: 6'1"
Nationality: American
Reason For Becoming An Idol?: To play her music for people. Saving the world is a nice bonus too
Personality: Jessica is a nice person who contains a core of steel inside of her. She is always willing to lend a helping hand to those who need it, and she tries to be sociable when she can. Her primary passion is music and playing it, and she hopes to be an inspiration for others by putting herself out there. Not necessarily the most confrontational person, but when lives are on the line she won't back down.
Background: Jessica had a relatively normal life all told, the eldest of two siblings with a happy home life, a mother and father. She grew up in that nurturing environment, one that pushed her to strive, better herself, and simply live in spite of the B.O.D attacks that took place and threatened to disrupt so much.

Yet as she grew older she began to realize that something was missing from her life, an emptiness and dissatisfaction with how things were going for her. She had a steady job, was employed, but it was just a dull monotony of life for her. It was a friend who eventually got her interested in music, and she found herself enjoying strings, violin, cello, that sort of thing. It became a nice hobby, but that was where she figured it would stay.

Then an audition for a tv show music competition came into town, and she decided to try it out and see how she did. What was the worst that could happen? To her surprise, not only did she succeed but she would go on to create her Vocal Gem as well, debuting as a singer and rapidly gaining popularity for her own unique style. Now she's been invited to Europe as part of a promotional event, and she isn't about to refuse

Idol Appearance:

Idol Theme: Classical Pop
Image Song: Berlin
Idol Appeal Strength:
Vocals: 15
Dance: 40
Visual: 25
Charisma: 20

Weapon: The bow for a string instrument, which has been enhanced by magic to be used as a weapon
Instruments: String instruments, cello, violin, etc
Skills: Cooking, dancing (obviously), video recording and production, Driving, Housekeeping, Social Media use
Abilities:
Stinging Blade - A trio of sharp sword slashes that work in combination to strike at an opponents flanks before going for their center of mass.

Crescendo - A decent ranged charge attack with a side flourish at the end.

Harmony of Wind - A powerful attack where she creates spectral strings to ensnare an opponent and hold them in place before attacking with her weapon.

Trilling Note - A tune carried upon the wind that creates a beat for others to dance to, giving everyone in the effective radius a boost to their agility and dancing
Vocal Gem: The gem is shaped like a flower and is pinned to her dress near where her heart would be

Likes: Strawberries, Sprite, Playing her instrument
Dislikes: Heights, creepy multilegged insects, colas
Laterality: Left Handed

[User]
Ai Isukami
Interacting with: Lawson Phillips (@KimmiNinja), Lee Seung Jong (@sharksama), Igor Nigosic (@TalijaKey), Coach V (@Pudding)

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Ai grinned, quite bashfully thanks to her mistake, "I admittedly was a little distracted. It ain't everyday you get to see a live from Eriko." She said with a little shrug as it was meant to be a joke. That was when Coach V proceeded to literally knock Law off the couch - or rather move the couch with him so that he would wake up. Whoa, that's pretty cool. And she decided that Coach V was someone she should look back at. What did she say her name was again earlier? Carmen? Yeah, she'll look into that definitely.

She then looked at Red Vino, then to Seung. Before she could say anything, however, Law had shouted once more, searching for a partner for himself. Did they match? Hell no. Ai was pretty sure they didn't match at all. Ai walked towards Red Vino, "Welp, then that means we're partners for now until the last live." She would've gone for Seung, to be honest, since they knew each other pretty well. However, the fact that they were friends really pushed Ai to partner up with someone else. It would be mighty interesting to fight against her own friend at the stage. And Coach V was right, it would be a lot harder to push them off when it came to the last live.

[Assistant]
Red Vino

Interacting with: Ai Isukami (@Polaris North), Lawson Philips (@KimmiNinja), Lee Seung Jong(@sharksama), Coach V (@Pudding)

Location: Team V Backstage room

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Red raised a eyebrow at the statement Ai made watching her smile. Wondering briefly if she was using it simple as a excuse, preferring someone else to pair up or even wanted to do the lone wolf route. Even so, he felt obligated, just a bit to point out that the couch was not the one making the teams, when the coach spoke up.

She explained it all once more. Clearing it up now for everyone. Nearly everyone. The sleeping beauty was still asleep. So the coach told them to stay back, he obligated and stepped away a bit and watched. A idol's power was showcased, a single note held perfectly stable and its power used to all but flip the couch with Law over. "Coach your method of a good morning kiss is impressive. " Red complimented her, being quite amusing at Law antics, wondering if he was even aware how much double meaning he was giving off.

The idea of simple kneeling in front of Law and take his hand like he was proposing marriage was a really funny idea to do. A quite bold move, but it would be worth for the fun and silliness it would create. What stopped the idea from realization was Ai walking up to him. "Welp, then that means we're partners for now until the last live."

Ah, so she truly misunderstood the coach and was not just politely declining his offer. In that case, he couldnt disappoint his partner. He leaned taking her hand and kissing her fingers.
 "And with this kiss our partnership is sealed." He chuckled happily, now that the odds of the live were better it was just the question of supporting and outshining the dance and image teams.
  "I am quite curious what kind of terrains there would be, I hope one to be something mediterranean maybe? It would suit the city. Thougth I have to admit, I am saying that because of my own love for beach, sun and sea. What do you think?"

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OH MY GLOB! YOU'RE ASKING FOR MY NAME?! Ican'tevenIcan'tevenIcan'teven! The girl did a small fake cough.
My name's Megan Spencer! Americana Idol Extraordinaire! I'm Also youuuuuuuuuuuuur! Number! One! Faaaaaaaan! Megan clapped her hands lightly as if applauding herself. She then attempted another tackle on Annabelle, but missed as her target stepped to the side slightly faster than she anticipated, but it wasn't enough to deter her, Megan got right back up, as if that little event never happened at all.
What do you mean we might not be compatible? I know everything about you! Her eyes sparkled as she cocked her head to the side. Everything.

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There was a calm collective air coming from the Dance Team. They discussed matters calmly and many of the Idols had worked out their pairs already. Coach D scratched his head. Hmm, I expected a bigger response? I suppose I lucked out with these kids, nothing to rambunctious. The room shook a little, as if two large objects were suddenly thrown against a wall and if you listened closely, you could almost hear someone constantly talking without taking a breath. A tan man walked towards Jessica. Dressed in blue with an aloof look. Hey. You seem rather collected, not worried about the live? Same. Let's be partners? I'm not exactly sure what we'll be up against, but as far as I know, we're both close range fighters, we can perform a few pincer attacks if we plan ahead.

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[Assistant]
Annabelle nodded at the girls introduction, and managed to combine a swift step to the side with bringing her hand up to her face as she thought on what to tell the girl. Straight telling her 'oh my god you are annoying' wasn't the idol thing to do, and Annabelle knew she had to be the inspiration for future generations. This was just one obsessed fan, there were likely millions across the world after all!

"Lovely to meet you Megan, and i'm sure it will be fun competing with you. As for compatibility? As you say, you know me well. You've seen me perform, yes?" she gave the girl a smile "what would happen if we share the stage. Would you be able to focus on your performance? I will be focused on mine, and would be unable to watch you perform to the best of your abilities!"

She sighed, looking down.

"I would be just crushed if I were to damage your chances of standing alongside me in the finals."

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[center]Interacting with: Ai Isukami (@Polaris North), Red Vino (@TalijaKey), Coach V (@Pudding), Law (@KimmiNinja)

Seung watched the two act helplessly, half-paying attention to everything until Coach V said something about, 'partners.' His eyes widened, standing up immediately. "W-Wait! If we have to have partners... He pointed to Ai and Red Vino. "...And you two are partners... He thought to himself. "That means..."

Then, his blood ran cold when he heard Law's screaming. "Oh God this is going to be difficult..." Seung couldn't possibly. Even though his brother was a fan of Law's, the red-head knew they had completely different styles of singing. And completely different styles of... fashion style. "Coach V, are there any other people in Team V that I don't know about?" But he sighed. He'd have a better chance at this concert with a partner.

Seung, hunching over slightly, knew he had only one choice to make. He was being completely over-dramatic about this whole situation, but he didn't seem to care at the moment. Raising a hand slightly, he turned towards Law. "Guess I'll be your, 'partner for life'?" he spoke up, trying to sound enthusiastic, but ended up sounding completely nervous.

[Assistant]
Arriving in the dressing room, Jess scanned the people who had arrived there to see just what she was dealing with. Some acts seemed far outside the norm of what she usually catered to, but others were closer to the sorts of things that she did if her assumptions weren't mistaken. Unfortunately there was no one he recognized there, but such was life.

She took up a position off towards the left side of the room as she waited for things to get started, and it soon did as her coach arrived to explain the situation to everyone gathered there. It didn't seem that complicated overall. Five matches againsr different opponents, different stages, the winner presumably advanced towards the finals. It would be a tad more dangerous fighting another idol with some of her moves, but after a moment of consideration Jessica quickly lightened up. She was sure that it would be fine. There was no way the organizers would have overlooked something like that, right?

With that the group dispersed a bit to go about making up pairs. There was some sort of ambient noise going on, but she paid that little mind as she rapidly found herself approached by someone else, a tall fellow who seemed to think that blue was n style this seasons. Not that she was one to judge, to be fair.

She nodded in turn. "Yeah. If I succeed then that's great, I'm just here to play music with a bunch of other people who like doing the same thing." The question about partnering up was a bit more tricky though, and she wouldn't just leap without looking. "I'd say I'm open to it. What do you do?"

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LAW

Interacting with: @sharksama (Lee Seung Jong)@Polaris North Ai Isukami

"Guess I'll be your, 'partner for life?"
Law turns around to the meek tone addressing his answer.
He gives him a smile and puts a hand on Seung's shoulder.
"Don't worry about the life part, I don't want to steal you away from your girlfriend!" He gives Seung a thumbs up while winking at Ai.
"Don't worry I'll take good care of him!" Law shouts towards Ai
He never really had a partner on stage other than his old band. He wasn't that familiar with Seung's music but in order to win this upcoming Live he'll have to really focus and sync with Seung.
"Let's work well together and win this thing!" Law cheered and the room was filled with anticipation and excitement for what was going to happen soon.

[Assistant]
Megans eyes stopped sparkling. It was an excuse. As heartbroken as she was, not able to perform alongside Annabelle, her high pitched tone squarked its usual tone. Geez! You're kinda a meany in real life! You better watch it Minami! Cuz when I make it to the final live! I'll make you mine! <3 As Megan teased her idol icon, she spun and made a heat with her fingers. Good luck finding a partner that'll be better suited alongside you, when it's not meeee~! Your number one fan!

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The boy nodded. I'm pretty practical, my attacks get infused with my music. When I throw a punch, if the hit is in sync with my singing, then it gets empowered by 80%. Essentially, I can blast opponents away as long as I can keep my rhythm going. My style is jazz, I scat to the beat The boy chuckled. 'sides, doesn't seem like we have much of a choice now. Everybody else seems to have already partnered up. Let's go out there and give our fan a show, right?

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Jessica wasn't so much interested in how the boy fought, as what he actually did, though he did get around to answering that in time. Jazz? Well, jazz wasn't a genre she had worked with that much, but she was certainly willing to try new things. Some ideas already sprang to mind about what they could try out together, even if it was just a recording. It wouldn't be the first time that she had worked with other people in collaborations.

Of course, there was also the point that he made, since there weren't many other people to team up with. "You make a good point," she agreed as she looked around. After doing that she stepped forward, offering the boy a hand. "Jess Avery. It's nice to meet you."


[System]
Age: Newborn/Body of a 21 year old/Grace in the thousands of years

Species: Nephilum - spawn of Michael

Photo:

(I know Billie was a child child here, but I'm using her as a general idea of Madison's pouty eyes and face with white hair)

Bio: Madison's mother didn't know about Michael's vessel being her husband. He had never talked about the deal he made with Michael, to take care of him and his family, in exchange for his body.

When the other angels came for her, and tried to take the baby, even before it was born was a sign, as they slaughtered her other children. Michael, never showed. Now her mother is getting ready to give birth, and the child will be great. She could be a goddess. Her powers are immense, and the person she sees as her parent, is Dean Winchester.

But his brother...He's different. He smells familiar. He feels familiar. The baby is already having visions of Sam Winchester, and the great things he could do. But she's also having apocalyptic visions of him, and Lucifer.

Powers: Pausing Time. Sonic blasts. Snapping her fingers to get her way (she isn't aware of this yet). In fact, she's not really in control of any of her powers.

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Madison

Madison flinched as a strange woman approached her, telling her that she could help her. She didn't know if she could trust this woman, since Sam and Dean tried to kill her. They were so nice to her mother, and her mother had convinced her that Dean Winchester would keep her safe. But he tried to shoot her!

She almost panicked, and attacked the woman, until she noticed how soft she spoke, like her mother. Her eyes softened from the scowl that had appeared on her face when she first approached, and she stepped closer to the woman.

"I um…I am not really alright. I am confused. I am alone.", she spoke very clearly, but slow and calculated. She wrapped the blanket around her own shoulders, pulling it tight to her chest with a small but forced smile, "If you aren't going to hurt me, then why do you have that gun? The last person to have a gun tried to kill me…"

As she made sure the woman knew that she could sense the gun on her body, she never let her face turn to anger or worry. Rather, her expression simply stayed calm, and her stomach rumbled loudly.

"My name is Madison…", she introduced herself.

Dean Winchester

Dean rolled his eyes when Sam asked him if he had a plan. Of course he didn't. He just wanted to figure out how to kill her, and go from there. He stopped before he opened the drivers side door of the Impala, staring at Sam with a furrowed brow over the roof.

"What else are we supposed to do? She's not human, man. If the angels aren't willing to help with her, even now, what are we supposed to do? I know what I'm going to do. I'm going to take that angel blade in the trunk…and do what I have to."

Even as he spoke, he didn't believe himself, that he would be able to kill an innocent girl. She was scary, but she would probably be no more of a threat, if they took her, than Cas. But that wasn't something he could afford to test out. He was sure Bobby would agree with him, and possibly even Cas.

"I promised to keep her safe, when I thought she was going to be a baby…and I could help her, with Cas. But now? I don't know if I can do that, Sammy."

[Assistant]
Esme Stirling

Esme had grown a little concerned by the woman's scowl, but slightly relaxed when her scowl had faded. She watched as the woman stepped up to her and took the blanket from her and wrapped it around herself. She listened as the woman spoke. Esme's features softened even more at her words. Her eyebrows went up at the mention of her gun and how the last person with a gun tried to kill her. How did she know she had one? This girl obviously wasn't a normal human. Taking a breath, she relaxed a bit more, to show she was true to her word about not hurting her.

"I give you my word I'm not here to hurt you." she told her. "I have the gun for protection from those that wish to harm me." she continued. Her tone never changed. She kept it warm and friendly. She didn't want to scare this woman, especially since she could see she wasn't normal. She noticed how the woman's expression didn't change, then heard her stomach growl before she introduced herself. She couldn't help but let her smile grow. "Madison." she repeated. "That's a lovely name." she smiled a bit more. "My name is Esme."

Esme looked around them, then looked back at Madison with a smile still on her lips. "What do you say we get you some clothes and then something to eat?" she asked her. "And don't you worry. I won't let anyone hurt you." All she had to do was get Madison to her car for the clothes, then from there, she could take her to get something to eat. Even if she wasn't sure what this girl was, she couldn't bring herself to just leave her here.

Sam Winchester

Sam watched Dean roll his eyes at his question. He should have known better than to ask if he did. He opened the passenger door, then looked over the roof of the Impala at Dean as he spoke. His brows knitted together at his words. The thought of having to kill the woman was hard to swallow. He couldn't believe that either of them could do it. Sam balled his fists and felt almost helpless in this situation. "I know she's not human, Dean. But can you honestly bring it upon yourself to kill an innocent girl, human or not?"

He sighed heavily and looked at the roof of the Impala as Dean continued then looked back at him. "You're not the only one that made that promise. I made it too." he told him. He ran a hand through his hair as he closed his eyes. "I don't know either." he admitted. "The important thing right now is to find her before she ends up hurting anyone. When we do, we'll bring her back here and then try to figure something out." he said, opening his eyes. "We can't afford to sit on our hands on this. And I may have to be the one to approach her since you took a shot at her." he added. Sam then got into the Impala and closed the door once his feet were in.

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Madison

Madison gave a small smile at the idea of getting food, although she wasn't entirely sure what went into food, other than what she had heard her mother speak about when describing cravings while pregnant. She nodded gently and repeated the woman's name as well, attempting to learn as she went, "Esme. I like your name too. And I would like food. My mother liked food. She would tell Sam and Dean about her cravings, and her favorites…"

She trailed off, as saying their names upset her stomach. Crossing her arms over her chest, she fought back tears and emotions that she didn't understand. They were supposed to protect her, not hurt her. They were supposed to keep her safe.

"Um…Esme…I think I would like those clothes, now.", she spoke properly, stepping up beside Esme, still clutching her stomach and chest as what is best described as heartbreak continued washing over her.

Dean Winchester

Dean sighed heavily in regret for shooting at the girl, his stomach lurching at the idea that she now would see him as an attacker, rather than her savior. He didn't respond to Sam, because he knew Sam was right. Instead, he got into the drivers seat and slammed his door shut, starting the Impala with a roar.

"You sure you want to approach her? I mean, you were with me. She might see you as just as much of a threat as me. And the only person who has been able to see her thoughts or anything is Cas.", he started, pulling away from Bobby's and out onto the road, "And he's a little…predisposed at the moment. He didn't even answer my prayer this morning, when all this started."

As they drove into town, Dean scanned the sides of the road for anything that looked suspicious, or anyone who seemed out of place. He loosely remembered what the girl looked like, and decided to remind Sam as they were driving.

"Her hair is like…silvery, and she's tiny.", he spoke, before realizing his description was incredibly vague, "And she'll probably be nude…"

[Assistant]
Esme Stirling

As Esme watched Madison, she couldn't help but wonder who this girl was. She seemed so childlike and she couldn't understand why she was roaming around naked. When Madison spoke her name and said she liked it, she smiled warmly. As she spoke her smile faded a bit and her eyes lit up with surprise at the names Sam and Dean. [i]She couldn't mean Sam and Dean Winchester, could she?[\i] she thought to herself. She was pulled from the thought when she hit with emotions she knew weren't her own. She focused on Madison and took in her movements and posture.

Before she could ask if she was okay, Madison spoke about wanting the clothes and stepped up to her. She was glad that she could get through to the woman enough to trust her. A look of concern made its way to Esme's face as she looked at Madison, she could feel what she was. She knew the feeling very well, heartbreak. "Alright." she said with a small smile. "I have something in my car you can wear, it might be a little big though." she told her. Esme slowly put an arm around Madison and led her to her car. Once there, she pulled out her keys and unlocked the door, then opened the back door.

"Sit right here. I need to get them from the trunk." she told her with another smile. She then walked to the back of the car and opened the truck, grabbed her bag, and unzipped it. She dug through it and pulled out what she thought might fit Madison. She sighed heavily as she went through her clothes. If this woman had some sort of connection with the Winchesters, she knew she would have to get in touch with them. The only thing about it was, it had been so long since she had even talked to Dean.

Would he even answer if she were to call or text him? It looked like she would have to try while Madison got dressed. Zipping the bag back up and tossing it to the side, she gathered the clothes and shut the trunk. Esme then made her way back to Madison and held the clothes out to her. "These should work for now." she smiled. "You can use the backseat to get dressed. I'll shut the door to give you some privacy."

Sam Winchester

Sam waited for Dean to get in the Impala. He sighed, knowing that his words had probably hit Dean rather hard, but it was the truth. When Dean got in and slammed the door, Sam was looking out the window. He didn't look at him until he spoke and sighed heavily. "No, but I don't see any other option right now." he told him. "Especially if Cas isn't answering prayers." he continued. He hoped he could at least get her to talk to him, since he hadn't brandished a weapon of any kind towards her. Yes, he was with Dean and she may see him as a threat too, but he had to at least try.

As they drove through town, he scanned the road and off to the sides for anything that didn't seem to belong. He tried to remember what the girl looked like, but didn't get a clear view of her before being hit with the shock wave. Almost as if Dean had read his mind, he told her what she looked like, even if it was rather vague except for the being nude bit. It would be hard to miss a nude woman walking down the street. He gave a nod and continued to look for her as they drove down the road. As far as he could tell, she had done nothing or hadn't gone through here.

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Madison followed Esme to her car, feeling grateful that the woman had found her. After what had happened to her back at the house she was born in, she didn't know who to trust. Maybe there were a lot of people in the world who wanted to kill her. She could hurt people with her mind. Maybe she was perceived, by people who didn't know her mother, as evil. She followed Esme's instructions and sat carefully on the edge of the back seat, clutching the blanket a bit tighter around her body.

"Thank you.", she whispered to Esme as she walked around to the back of the car to fetch clothes. She glanced around the car, making sure that no one was coming to kill her while she was alone. As Esme returned with the clothes, she smiled softly at her, thankful, but also not quite sure how they worked.

She stared at Esme, taking in how her clothing was worn on her own body. She then looked down at the pile of clothing as she took it, having a small hint of how to put the clothes on her body. She turned and dropped the blanket a bit, pulling the t-shirt over her head. Once she realized where the arm holes were, she slipped her arms through and pulled it down around her waist with a proud smile. She then took the underwear and the shorts, staring at them both. She gathered, from seeing Esme in her denim, that the underwear must go first. So, she leaned against the front seat, and carefully stepped into them, before unbuttoning the shorts and slipping them on the same way.

Realizing she didn't know how to reattach the button to itself, she turned to the window, holding the belt that was added in one hand. She sighed, realizing she was going to need help, and pushed the door open.

"Um. Esme? I um…I don't really know how this works.", she said quietly, holding the belt up, while trying to hold the pants button together with her other hand.

Dean Winchester

Dean glanced over at Sam, noticing how quiet he was, and sighed softly, "I know you want to try and save this girl. But you need to come to grips with the fact that you might have to kill her. You realize that?"

He asked the question to calm his own nerves about his brother going near this girl after what she had done to them. Whatever that power was, it was something they had never seen from a demon or an angel. It was something new. It was something scary.

"I want you to carry an angel blade with you…", he finished, still searching for the girl. There were no signs that she had lost her temper, or that anyone around had seen a random naked girl running around.


[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)

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Everybody kind of shook off the first shake, but as the dinnerware clattered dangerously on the table, it was starting to become very serious.

"What was that?", Fili looked to his godmother in concern, to Yavanna, whom seemed to be pondering, before looking back to his exhausted brother. Bard had entered by then, and both his daughters ran to him, both relieved yet troubled to see him. "Da? What's happened?", Tilda grabbed onto his sleeve, and Sigrid put a hand to her sister's shoulder to calm her. "Are you alright?"

Bain looked out of the window towards the mountain in the distance. "It's coming from the mountain!", he announced to them, answering their possibly simultaneous question. "The dragon...", Saeril murmured quietly, her face on alert. Fili urgently approached Bard who just entered the house. "You should leave us", the blonde began to tell the bargeman. "Take your children, get out of here!"

"And go where?!", the Lakeman asked the dwarf, a hint of anger in his voice. "There is nowhere else for us to go!", Bard added with a bit of grave in his voice. "Are we going to die, Da?", Tilda, the young girl asked, looking very frightened. "The dragon, it's going to kill us!" Taking the last black arrow from the ceiling, Bard looked upon his children. "Not if I kill it first", he told them with clenched teeth, and the black arrow within hand.

Feeling another rumble, Saeril walked quickly to the house's entrance and looked upon the Lonely Mountain. "What is it?", she heard Fili at her side as the winged she-elf used her Elf eyes to see the figure in the distance. It was huge, and it had wings. One thing that would be, is a dragon, and not just any dragon. "Smaug", she breathed out the name. "He's coming", she told them with dread.

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As the table began to shake even more...Yavanna sat up in alert. She stood up and walked over to the broken window. Trying to see what was going on. "They set it loose." Yavanna muttered, under her breath. Thorin Okaenshield, what have you done? Yavanna thought to herself. She could not believe, they had awaken the Dragon. It seemed like, whatever Bard feared...what she and Saeril worried about, earlier. Was coming true.

Yavanna then looked at Bard and his children...spotting the arrow he took down "The Black Arrow." she breathed out.

On the Mountain, Bilbo watched the Dragon flying away. He sighed. "What have we done?" Bilbo muttered to himself. Feeling a deep worry surge within him. He had retrieved the Arkenstone for Thorin, but at a cost...the Dragon was a wake and a fight, had broke out between the company and the Dragon, moments before.

"I am fire! I am Death!" Smaug breathed out...flying towards the small town on a Lake.

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At the news, Fili walked back to his resting brother, feeling almost sick with dread. If Smaug was to come here, they were done for. All of Laketown would feel the wrath of such a mighty beast; he had heard the stories of Smaug all his life, and he knew about the amount of destruction the Fire-Drake was capable of bringing. If the dragon was coming here, where were the others? Fili couldn't help but worry for their safety; they had headed towards the mountain and Smaug may have met them first. "We need to find Thorin," time was not on their side, since Smaug would arrive within a matter of moments.

"Get to safety", Bard told them before putting on his coat, taking the Black Arrow, and leaving the house, as quick as he could. He had to get to the windlance, and quickly. However, just as he about a few yards from it, Braga was approaching him. Hiding the arrow in a boat, and covering it, he took off, hoping to evade them, but they were much quicker than him.

Oin was in full agreement. "We'll need a boat," hastily, he threw his supplies back into his bag, then turned to help Kili who, once again, insisted he was fine. "You'll have to come with us," Saeril explained to Bard's children, but Bane would not hear of it. "Not without our Da--"
"If you stay, you and your sisters will die." She couldn't sugarcoat it, they hadn't a moment to spare. "Is that what your father would want?"

Fili ran to his brother and tried to help him stand, but the youngest again insisted that he can walk. The eldest was ushering Bain, the girls, Yavanna, and the rest of the company quickly to an empty boat that they can use to leave town with.

Smaug was reaching Laketown, and with a ferocious roar, he let loose a jet of rippling orange flame, catching an entire row of houses alight.

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All the rumbling and talking, had woken Kili up. He looked confused, a little tired and dazed. But his leg was healing up, even if he was slow on his leg. He could walk. "What's going on?" he asked sleepily, as Fili fussed over him. "I am fine brother...let me walk on my own." he told his brother.

Yavanna looked at Kili; hearing his words. "Smaug has been awakened...we must go." she said softly, As she helped him out of the house; towards the boat Oin had found for them. She looked at Bain, before she exited the house. "You cannot stay here...it's not safe." she said softly. As they were all finally ushered into the boat. Yavanna had wrapped an arm around Tilda...whom seemed scared.

Kili had limped towards the boat; sitting down besides his brother. Once they were squeezed in.

Looking towards Lake town..Yavanna could see the fire in the distance. People began to scream, as houses were lit on fire.

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Smaug's fire lit up the opposite side of Laketown. The heat from the flames could be felt even from where they were, and panicked shouts and cries of the people were heard both near and far. Fili caught sight of Smaug, though only briefly. Hearing about the mighty dragon was one thing, seeing him was another. Bofur shook his head in disbelief, offering Fili and the others help to maneuver the boat through the water. At this rate, there would be no town to return to.

As the Master tried to escape town with his treasure, the rope that Bard set down out his cell window, got tangled with him, allowing him to break away the prison cell wall. As soon as the bargeman escapes, he found the hidden Black Arrow, before making his way towards the windlance.

"Stay down", Saeril murmured softly to Sigrid and Tilda as the boat passed under the foundations of another house, the buildings around them crumbling and burning as they floated down the lake.

The fire blared around the town, surrounding it as Bard climbed to the launching mechanism.


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Age: 268 (roughly 27 human)
Race: Dark Elf
Description/picture (if you want): vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/forgotte…
Powers: Controls Shadow magic exclusively, said to be the strongest shadow mage alive.
Weapons(if any): Thortan favors daggers, his body is covered in them, though not all are seen. His signature weapons are dual short swords that are able to collapse into the hilt.
History: Said to be the last Dark Elf queens right hand in the war with humans, he slayed close to a thousand enemies in battle. When the queen went into hiding near the end, she sent him away to try and protect others. He his a very humble man, some would call him eccentric at times. He enjoys having fun and is patiently awaiting the queen to summon him once again to do battle and restore balance on the world. Not much else is known about Thortan, he likes to keep his past close to the chest. He opened the House of Rejects to give sanctuary to those in need, no matter the race, he is always accepting.

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Nex @Faerah @Lazerus1

Thortan noticed Liz and a newcomer walk in moments before Lia began. But before he can acknowledge them, the show had started. Lia was meditating, suddenly she had begun convulsing on the ground, her pulsing tattoos black and crawling across her body. As smoke poured from her orifices, the shape of an ancient beast took form above her roaring a challenge to the sky, and a flame to back that challenge. Thortans raptor gaze flicked over to Liz and the new person to see if they would move to interfer, when he saw they wouldn't he turned his attention back to Lia. Her body had stopped convulsing, and her marks had returned to normal, he knew it was over. As Lia stood up Thortan smiled, it was small but he saw the change in her demeanor. She put on what he would call an enthusiastic, and a tad dramatic fireworks show, testing her new control. He stood up and the chair melted away. The ground beneath him churned clearing the valley of the flames touch.

"That's so the Earth can heal and grow new life." He clapped and smiled for Lia. "Well little Firefly, that was simply marvelous. I had no idea that the legendary Kaal slept within you. My dear your power is truly great, I knew you had it to control the power, I am so proud, I am sure the queen would be as well. If you would like, I am the Queen's right hand, I can put in a good word, get you a seat on the council, we do not have a desert elf representative and I can teach you in the ways of the government on top of your other studies. After we find a way to handle the humans. Take time think about it, let me know. Now I must greet our new guest."

Thortan walked closer to Liz and the new comer, a smile wide on his face. He looked the man up and down taking stock of the High Elf. The young man looked twitchy as if unsure of his next action. Thortan stopped short so as not to spook the guy.

"Liz, my somewhat more unstable counterpart. Would you like to introduce me to your friend?? I know what you saw must of been wild, but trust me, you were never in any danger at all, despite the fact that one of the embodiments of the basic five elements dwell within Lia. I am more than confident that I could handle him on a rampage. I am Thortan Masters, owner of the House of Rejects, I see you met Liz, her bite is definitely worse than her bark. But I am sure a scratch behind the ear will relax her, although I value my hand to much to try. My I inquire as to who you are??" Thortan said keeping the mood light to defuse the tension.

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Florence watched the exchange between the desert elf and the Dark elf he assumed to be Thortan. He could feel the slightly unstable elemental power from the desert Elf, next to the veteran and more refined magic from Masters.

As the Dark Elf turned to speak to the pair, Florence carefully examined him. Florence figured he would be able to nullify magic from the trio for about 10 minutes, if that. He had never been in a situation where he couldn't comfortably nullify surrounding magic for as long as he needed. These Elves were different. They were strong, and maybe they could help him get his sister to escape?

'"Liz, my somewhat more unstable counterpart. Would you like to introduce me to your friend?? I know what you saw must of been wild, but trust me, you were never in any danger at all, despite the fact that one of the embodiments of the basic five elements dwell within Lia. I am more than confident that I could handle him on a rampage. I am Thortan Masters, owner of the House of Rejects, I see you met Liz, her bite is definitely worse than her bark. But I am sure a scratch behind the ear will relax her, although I value my hand to much to try. My I inquire as to who you are??"'

AFter Thortan spoke to them, Florence Finally piped up. "I could also help suppress her untamed magic. I've done it before when I helped train others, but if you've got the hang of it maybe Liz would like to train with me? I could always use the practice."

Florence figured he should try his best to assess all of their abilities. Maybe this was he key to do so.

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@Lady Nex@Faerah
Florence watched the exchange between the desert elf and the Dark elf he assumed to be Thortan. He could feel the slightly unstable elemental power from the desert Elf, next to the veteran and more refined magic from Masters.

As the Dark Elf turned to speak to the pair, Florence carefully examined him. Florence figured he would be able to nullify magic from the trio for about 10 minutes, if that. He had never been in a situation where he couldn't comfortably nullify surrounding magic for as long as he needed. These Elves were different. They were strong, and maybe they could help him get his sister to escape?

'"Liz, my somewhat more unstable counterpart. Would you like to introduce me to your friend?? I know what you saw must of been wild, but trust me, you were never in any danger at all, despite the fact that one of the embodiments of the basic five elements dwell within Lia. I am more than confident that I could handle him on a rampage. I am Thortan Masters, owner of the House of Rejects, I see you met Liz, her bite is definitely worse than her bark. But I am sure a scratch behind the ear will relax her, although I value my hand to much to try. My I inquire as to who you are??"'

AFter Thortan spoke to them, Florence Finally piped up. "I could also help suppress her untamed magic. I've done it before when I helped train others, but if you've got the hang of it maybe Liz would like to train with me? I could always use the practice."

Florence figured he should try his best to assess all of their abilities. Maybe this was he key to do so.

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The young man still seemed nervous, but Thortan was sure it was due to his being new. He mentioned being able to nullify magic, a powerful tool against others if the need arose. Thortan looked to Liz wondering if she would accept the challenge or not. He did so enjoy learning new things and since he already tested Lia to a delightful surprise, the borderline eccentric dark elf clapped with anticipation.

"My very wound up friend, I am deeply afraid I had not caught your name. And if I may inquire how far is the effective range of your nullification?? I do enjoy getting a good view, if the good lady accepts of course. Just if so some ground rules. No killing, it's just so messy, blood gets everywhere. No maiming or serious bodily harm, we aren't savages like most humans, besides the screaming keeps me from sleeping. Thirdly, don't throw sticks, it's cheating she can't help but fetch it's in her D.N.A. Lastly, I want to hear many many insults, the funnier the better!! If she accepts good luck!! Firefly, care to join to me in the box seats??"

A section of Thortans wall shifted, giving way to a platform with a couple of chairs for the two to sit. He walked up the set of stairs and began to take a seat, but stopped as a thought hit him. He turned and smiled once again as his clothes shifted to mimic that of an emperor, complete with crown, and walking stick.

"See this is so much more exciting!! Liz dear please go easy, don't break him."

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Lia stood to the side as the conversation swirled around her. Her head was filled with light pure joy, she had finally wielded her power and she was still coming down from the heady rush. Thornton may have thought it was a show for them, but it wasn't. It was her and Aziza playing together for the first time. She truly loved her power, her lovely black panther. A thought struck her, and she smiled. An onyx smoke black panther poured from Lia's belly, her power made manifest to sit beside her. Now that she had a taste of her true power, she wanted Aziza next to her all the time, not just when she closed her eyes and burrowed deep. She wanted to take Thornton up on his offer. She wanted to show the world the power of Kaal, of Lia.
 Up until now the conversation had been greetings, but quickly moved on to power.
"I could also help suppress her untamed magic. I've done it before when I helped train others, but if you've got the hang of it maybe Liz would like to train with me? I could always use the practice." Aziza immediately reacted. Her hackles raised, and she snarled at him. She swiped at him, not close enough to touch him, just to make the threat known. Lia herself stiffened, her tattoos became black and smoke poured from her mouth as she spoke.
 " You will not touch my power." She said, quietly but with iron in her words. Aziza stood to her full height next to her, Lia's hand steadying her head. Twin amber eyes glared at the new comer. They didn't trust him.

 Lia and Aziza turned as one and headed to the box, and sat next to the dramatically dressed Thornton. She glared at the newcomer, and hoped Liz snapped a bone and sucked out the marrow just like at dinner.

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@Faerah@Cerces22

Liz was calm as she listened, curious to hear the exchange of words that followed. There was little more than an eyeroll as Thortan spoke, her posture remaining as stiff as ever.

"Liz, my somewhat more unstable counterpart. Would you like to introduce me to your friend?? I know what you saw must of been wild, but trust me, you were never in any danger at all, despite the fact that one of the embodiments of the basic five elements dwell within Lia. I am more than confident that I could handle him on a rampage. I am Thortan Masters, owner of the House of Rejects, I see you met Liz, her bite is definitely worse than her bark. But I am sure a scratch behind the ear will relax her, although I value my hand to much to try. My I inquire as to who you are??"

A simple hum was offered at Thortan's word, though even the simplistic sound dripped with sarcasm. Yellow eyes flicked toward the new face, and then eventually to Lia. She was exceptionally cold toward others, as were many of her kind...perhaps that was part of why they were so largely unpopular. She could care less if a training session resulted in death, albeit, the more powerful people they had training here, the higher the chance of future success in the currently stalled war. If nothing else, she was smart enough to recognize that Lia was a powerful ally, a desirable one if she was going to maintain that control over her abilities.

She had remained silent during the briefly tense moment as a result of the new man's words. She understood the usefulness of the desert elf, but she had not yet acquired enough attachment to bother defending the woman. She simply waited quietly until Lia had turned and moved away. Her gaze returned to the newcomer finally.

"In combat I most often utilize hand-to-hand and melee techniques simply empowered by the shadows, but if you are seeking to flex your nullification muscle, so to speak, I can provide you with shadow specific offensive spells. Considering the Dark Queen herself trained me, along with her consort, I am confident it would provide you with an adequate practice session, even if you have become advanced in your art."

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The king sat atop his throne looking down on this pitiful excuse for a creature. His disdain of having to be in the room of a water elf made his skin crawl. He heard stories of his ancestors helping these creatures defeat a supposed goddess bent on destroying to world, he could care not. He was angry that they would not teach him the secrets of their magic. He couldn't believe that humans were incapable of controlling magic. The king sighed heavily to himself.

"If she cannot tell us how it is to use magic, she is of no use to me. Death is required for this affront." He said indifferently, the woman began sobbing, promising that the humans would be punished by their god Erebus. "Elf, if he were to exist, I would have his head as well. If your kind won't teach me magic, than you will all be put to death!!"

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Thortan waited, and waited for the still unidentified high elf to move or say something. He looked over to the panther lounging around looking bored as well. He split himself, one version stayed sitting in the chair, the other went down to the field.

"Good elf, it's ok if you can't fight, many suffer from performance issues. I am sure next time you will find the strength to fight. Now let's go inside and relax, I am sure there is something we can do." He turned to Liz. "Come girl." He whistled softly to her.

His other self had removed the shadowed stage and made sure Lia and the panther made it safely to their feet.

"My dear, have I told you when I almost started a huge incident?? Seems someone got it in their head that I was trying to bed the high priestess of the Mountain Elves. Here I was giving her women advice. But their queen still wanted my head to be on the safe side. It wasn't until the priestess showed up to my big death gala with her new girlfriend on her arm did I get released." He laughed out loud at his own expense.


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Astrelle Lennox

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The Mundane
Age: 17
Sanctum City: Valentia

Description
Astrelle's appearance is striking to some, with dark, raven hair and wine-red lips that contrast notably from her pale complexion. Wispy bangs lightly layer over her forehead with some strands extending to her cheeks and chin to frame her face, creating a soft shadow around her features. These characteristics, in addition to Astrelle's preference to dress in all black, give her presence an ominous mood.

Astrelle is lean, standing at an average 5'6" and around 120 pounds. She doesn't have a very muscular physique, having had no need to run around or work much growing up. Astrelle's confidence is visible in the way she walks and carries herself—her posture is almost always proper, and her lilac gaze is unwavering.

Personality
Astrelle is often seen with a slight smile on her face, a cold grin that doesn't quite reach her eyes. Those close to her know this subtle expression to be a mask of sorts, or defensive wall Astrelle adorns to hide her true thoughts and feelings. On the surface, she appears amicable and friendly, offering everyone the same listless grin. She can be carefree, playful, even, in the way that she constantly seeks new methods of entertaining herself. She likes to keep people that she finds interesting by her side and fills her days with pointless activities to stave off boredom.

Underneath the jovial demeanor, Astrelle is more apathetic than many would expect. While she can be genuinely caring to those around her, she believes that the reason she bothers keeping such pretenses is to disguise her darker machinations. Astrelle is self-centered, and misleading others believe she is kind works to her advantage. She usually has no qualms taking actions for her personal gain even if it disadvantages someone else, because she matters the most to herself. This rather extreme ideology formed when Astrelle realized she was never going to be anyone else's priority, and so decided she would be the one to look after herself.

In relationships, Astrelle tries to take a calculated approach and views them as transactional dealings. What can she gain, and what are her benefits? There is a part of her that still desires to be needed, to be important to someone, which has manifested in Astrelle's promiscuous and flirtatious tendencies. Her pride would never allow herself to admit this, but despite the methodical way she evaluates her friendships, she truly doesn't like being alone.

Background
Astrelle was born with a proverbial silver spoon in her mouth. She was the only daughter of the Lennox family, who were close assistants of the Venus Duodecim family that managed the city of Valentia, where she was born and grew up. The Lennoxes served the Duodecim clan in various capacities, from important political work to mundane tasks like caring for their homes. In the past, there have been certain cases where especially capable individuals would be married into the family as well. Needless to say, the close position of Astrelle's family to the Duodecim's power allowed her many luxuries in life, despite the havoc that Voids wreaked on the world.

Astrelle's parents were strict and austere in their approach to work and parenting. Even though Astrelle rarely saw them growing up, they expected nothing less than perfection from their offspring and were frugal with affection and praise. Astrelle and her three brothers were expected to continue the same line of work as their father and were thus tutored heavily from a young age. Corporal punishment was not out of the question, or rather, given generously, if the children did not quietly obey their demands.

As the years passed, Astrelle became less compliant with her lifestyle. She had no attachment to her cold home that felt more like a hostile institution, with strangers that walked about constantly, guards to keep the children in check, and tutors that did little more than echo her parents' values at her. Astrelle's first acts of rebellion were subtle. If she could not obtain the affection of her family members, she would fill the emptiness in her heart with material goods. She spent lavishly, adorning herself with expensive fabrics and jewels, and purchasing various trinkets and playthings on whims. Of course, Astrelle was punished for these actions, but she would rather have held on to sanity if she were going to be punished anyway.

As a teenager, Astrelle's disobedience only grew. Since her parents weren't home much, she exercised her authority and found a hobby in ordering the maids to do pointless tasks, punishing them herself when they refused. She openly skipped lessons to explore the city with friends, or smuggled them into her room for her own amusement. Eventually, no one batted an eye anymore at the rotation of men and women that would tiptoe out the door in the middle of the night or at the break of dawn.

All of this was reported to Astrelle's parents, of course. The consequences were varied, but they could never completely stop Astrelle's behaviour. They had lost hope for her contributing anything worthwhile to the family's legacy, that is, until they discovered her affinity for magic. Her parents were ecstatic with the arrangement—her problematic behaviour would no longer be their concern, and Astrelle would become a noble Ars Magi that defended humanity against the monstrosities outside their walls.

Astrelle hated how willing they were to throw their only daughter on the battlefield, sacrificed her like a chess piece for something as ridiculous as the family's reputation. She decided that she would take advantage of the cards she was dealt. At least at Nova Lux, she had value.

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The Magical
Armgaus Name: Exalted Lavender Azurite

Gladius
Astrelle wields a large scythe named 'Oblivion' that is as dark as the element she controls. The weapon itself towers over her 5'6" frame and is easily handled by Astrelle despite its large size. Tendrils of shadow emanate from its blade as it's swung.

Parma
In her transformed state, Astrelle looks rather similar to her ordinary appearance. She dons a stylized combat uniform, and the color of her lavender eyes is more intense.

Elementum: Darkness

Elementum Abilities
Shadow warping and stealth. Astrelle can travel within shadows, and jump from one to another within a certain distance. She can completely immerse herself within a shadow, becoming invisible and intangible to the outside world. She can blanket small spaces in darkness and can generally see very well in the dark. Her stealth and warping abilities make her perfect for sneak attacks and scouting.

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"Oh, uh, for about a year, I guess," Dana replied to Victoria's question. "It's really not all that amazing, though," she added with a sheepish grin, feeling a little embarrassed by Penny's astonishment at her abilities. "I mean, I haven't exactly 'mastered' anything yet. I can only patch up minor injuries and stuff. So, yeah," she finished with a nervous giggle. "Nothin' really special…"

"But those lighting powers of yours are pretty sweet!" she told Penny, hoping to take the focus off of herself for a bit. "And don't worry! I'm sure once you get your Ars Armgaus and learn to better control your abilities, you'll be able to do all kinds of cool stuff!"

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"That's great!" Penny says to Dana. "You already seem to have pretty good control of it, you'll probably be a natural Ars Magi. All I know is how to turn it on and off, though I will admit it's an easy way to entertain my younger brothers and sisters by holding a lamp in my fingers and lighting it."

She turns to ask Victoria.

"I haven't really read up on the numbers, but... how many students enroll at the academy every year? And how many students overall are there?"

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Nicole watched the other four girls introduce themselves, each of them getting a big smile and a cocked head to denote varying interest levels. Penny and Dana seemed like sweet girls, a pair of chatterboxes that reminded her of the kids in her neighborhood back in Hasta. Children had always sensed something about Nicole that she herself was ignorant of, and had tagged along with her in the hopes that she would invent an adventure for them to go on. When she was twelve or thirteen, it used to bother her more. After she discovered her magical potential, though, she found it more exciting. Children were super-spreaders when it came to adventure and fun, and Nicole had found herself easily infected by their zeal. Penny and Dana seemed like two such fun-loving girls, and Nicole was sure they would be friends in no time.

On the other hand, she definitely wouldn't need Victoria Glass' help to point out the nobles. They were both gorgeous, and completely at odds - light and dark, both seeming to want nothing to do with the other. Vanna's lineage would be familiar to almost anyone alive. She had never seen a member of the Duodecim this close before, and Nicole would be insane not to be a little bit starstruck. But Vanna seemed down-to-earth enough for a member of one of the planet's most celebrated, powerful families. Maybe it was a 'second daughter, not an immediate heiress' kinda thing. Secure the bag and forge your own path, that sounded good.

The other girl, Astrelle, was the only one who hadn't called out where she hailed from, but if Victoria's words to her hadn't clued Nicole in the Lennox daughter's accent definitely would. Her eyes brightened when she realized there was a girl who was (in a global sense, anyway) just down the road from her onboard. It would be nice to have someone else who had some idea of things she was talking about, if she ever talked about home. She waved her fingers at the other Venusian, with her cheek still balanced on her knee, and shot her a big, friendly grin.

"Hey," she said good-naturedly, lifting her cheek up to balance her chin on her crooked knee again. She wrapped both hands around her right ankle after she was done with her greeting wave, rocking back and forth slightly. "I know who you are - well, like, your family, at least. How often do you make it over to Hasta?"

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The following introductions caught Astrelle by surprise. An energetic girl with shining, golden eyes promptly used magic to ease the pain of Penny's unfortunate head injury. For a brief moment, Astrelle wondered if her reason for doing so was to boast her talent, but her suspicions were quickly eliminated. The girl, introducing herself as Dana, had a lively and bright disposition—an eerily perfect match for her Light Elementum. Her existence seemed positioned as the the polar opposite of Astrelle, in both behaviour and magic. Even in this minor interaction, Astrelle noticed how different they were in the way Dana shone with enthusiasm when she spoke, and the sympathy she carried when she tended to an injured stranger. It was slightly unsettling—if elemental affinity could be dictated by the type of person you were, did it mean they were truly opposites? She wondered what kind of fulfilling life Dana must have lived to be so…well, bright.

Penny replied to Dana's show of magic with her own demonstration, generating small sparks between her fingers. Astrelle raised a single eyebrow at the curious sight, but promptly returned her gaze to her cup of tea. She giggled softly to herself, thinking about whether or not the electric girl would short circuit if she were splashed with water, but the thought quickly dissipated; it was just a dumb joke. The two girls were rather chatty, and Astrelle paid their banter no mind.

The last introduction was most surprising. Vanna hailed from royalty, and given the level of decorum and poise she had exercised so far, there was no reason to doubt her declaration. Astrelle almost laughed at the ill-fated coincidence. She thought she may escape the burden of high society by coming to Nova Lux, but it appeared to have followed her instead. There was little she knew about the Diana clan, but they had a reputation for being righteous and principled even among the Duodecim families. Astrelle felt that the honorable Diana girl may want little to do with the black sheep of the Venus retainers, if she heard the unpleasant rumours of her character.

Victoria Glass made a comment on their backgrounds as well. Though Astrelle disliked mentions of her family, her statement was objective and succinct. It only bothered her that the label of her family name invited unwarranted opinions and expectations, which were extended to her. The Lennoxes presented themselves as highly capable and loyal retainers, and people expected Astrelle to fit the same mold. She, however, craved a unique, individual identity.

"Oh?" Astrelle's eyes drifted over to Nicole, who mentioned being familiar with her family. It annoyed her that she brought up the bothersome topic again, but Astrelle made a conscious effort to keep a smile on her face. She wondered how much she knew about her family—through all the lectures and punishments given to Astrelle, her family constantly emphasized the importance of their image. If they truly were so concerned about public opinion, her parents may have avoided talking about her to others. However, there was only so much even the Lennoxes could control.

"I used to go to Hasta more often in my childhood. Once or twice a year maybe? I stopped going a few years ago and haven't been since…" Astrelle's voice trailed off slightly towards the end, remembering why she stopped going. She chuckled as she swatted the thoughts away. "I had a rather enthusiastic shopping spree the last time I was there. Have you been to Valentia?"