[System]
Age: 14

Appearance: Normal
Transformed

Wish: "I wish I was the best magical girl in the world"

Soul Gem Color: Green

Powers: Her powers are twofold. For the first, her general abilities are above the norm for the average magical girl, in terms of speed, strength, and the like.

The other is Mimicry, the ability to copy another Magical Girl's powers after seeing it. She can't permanently take them on, and can only take on one power at a time without significant strain on herself and her body.

Weapon: A swordstaff which can separate into a short sword and a mace

Personality: Miyako is outwardly friendly, confident to the point of being cocky, and a generally open person. She tends to show off in fights, especially when there are others around, though more on the side of flashy than reckless She sees herself as the best, and wants others to know it and treat her as such.

She cares for her friends and is always willing to play the part of a listening ear or to help out if needed, as long as she is secure in her own beliefs. At the same time, her outward personality serves as a mask she keeps over her inner feelings. But she doesn't let those come to the surface, lest she fall into the fugue that held her before. And so long as she has her beliefs, she will be fine.

Bio: The oldest of several brothers and sisters, Miyako grew up believing that she had to be a good role model, to be the best and serve as an example. It was a self given role, though her parents certainly had high hopes. And she managed it, for a while at least. Good grades, friends, that sort of thing.

Then high school began and everything got harder. She found herself not as talented, having to work. Beyond that, there were people more skilled and better than her. Even her own siblings were surpassing her, at least in her mind. Sure, she had her high points, but no longer was she the bright person she thought she was. depression weighed, and it was at that point that she was approached to become a magical girl.

It was an easy choice, and she took it. She became a magical girl, and practically devoted her free time to the job. Her grades might suffer a bit as a result, but she could see how important it was, and she was determined to excel as it. And that she has done, establishing herself as a Magical girl. And if she has her way, it will stay like that.

Theme: Credens Justitiam

Other:

[User]
Akame said nothing in response to Rose's question and Elise's enthusiasm. Her only answer was to cast a glance in the Contractor's direction, motioning for all present to pay their attentions to him. After all, this whole idea was the Contractor's. She was only a spokesperson, though she had her own unvoiced ideas as well.

"That's an interesting question with a relatively simple answer," the creature said brightly. "You see, the magic emitted by each of your Soul Gems is directly contrasted with the magic emitted by Primordials. Or at least, that's what we've observed so far. Therefore, it stands to reason that we can locate their origin point through the use of your Soul Gems. Have any of you ever noticed how your Soul Gem becomes brighter the closer you are to a Primordial? It's the same concept in finding the origin point."

The Contractor swept its unblinking gaze on Emiri now with a small tilt of its head.

"You've heard no information regarding this, Asuka Emiri, because we haven't realized this truth until much recently. It's only now you're learning just the same as we are. I admit, we don't know everything."

As the others soon began to discuss and debate the ethics of the Contractor's plan, Akame couldn't help but stare at her white-furred companion. The others may not have caught on, but the Contractor always seemed to refer to itself as multiple entities. Words like "we" always made her assume it was speaking of the partnership it shared with her personally, though now she wasn't too sure.

She couldn't muse on these thoughts for long though as Emiri picked her voice up and acknowledged her directly. Sighing, the flaming Magical Girl looked at Emiri with a calm, almost steely expression.

"You're right Emiri. As much as I can see the benefit of using the origin point as a potential training spot, the danger is too great. We've lost enough casualties to the Primordials due to stupid decisions, and making one more will only cause more death. As enigmatic as it sounds, I think our best options lie in the Contractor's plan. At least for now."

As she said this, she couldn't help but notice how much the Contractor was staring at both Rose and Elise. It was almost a look of interest, though of what, she couldn't begin to fathom. Miyako's words finally made the creature turn its head to stare at her now.

After the girl had introduced herself with as much bravado as she could muster, the Contractor closed its eyes before ceding with, "I cannot deny, Miyako Komatsu, that you are an exceptional Magical Girl. Your wish was quite interesting to grant as well."

It said all this with a tilt of its head.

"So we're all in agreement that until further notice, the origin point is to be destroyed," Akame put in. "With that settled then, our next order of business is something a bit more light-hearted. Seeing as both Elise and Miyako are fresh Magical Girls, the three of us Senior Magical Girls are offering to train them for the coming battle at the origin point."

Akame stopped right there, waiting for the eventual insults and comments to be thrown her. Honestly, it was as if human pride also increased when becoming a Magical Girl.

"Of course, you can choose to deny this training. However, in order to do that, you must first prove to us that you won't get yourself or your allies killed in the heat of battle. Thus, you may only graduate from your training when you can beat me."

A smirk crossed Akame's face along with the light of a challenge in her eye. The Contractor watched this transpire with a scratch to the ear and a cool expression. Things were starting to become interesting.

Not too far away from the magically sealed classroom, another confrontation of sorts was about to begin. The girl that Nanako had spoken to turned around, a surprised expression on her face. Then a soft smile graced her lips as she bent down to the younger girl's height.

"Well hello there. What's a young girl like you doing at a big school like this?"

Then the girl's eyes widened and her smile became warmer.

"Ah, I see. Are you a Magical Girl? I can tell just by sensing you. Don't worry, I'm one too you know. Are you looking for someone?"

The dark dressed girl stood up tall now, offering her hand to the other girl gently.

"By the way, my name is Chiyo Kuroki. It's very nice to meet you!"

[Assistant]
"Eh, what happens happens," Elise casually responded, and took another slice. "I'm not gonna let any of them loose from there anyway."

Elise's cheeks puffed something fierce, and her eyes got a fiery spark to them. It got even worse when the Contractor added:

Elise suddenly spoke out, and pointed at Miyako: "Oh, you think you're such a special little princess huh. We'll see how exceptional you are at eating dirt once I'm done with you in the ring." She then took a new bite. "Anyway, do continue," she then smugly said.

"Oh hell no!" Elise exclaimed in the pause, but was ignored.

Now Elise rose from her seat, pumped up. "Oh, you're on, granny! I can go right now!" she said confidently, and faked drawing a sword from her back. "But I guess you scaredy-pants don't want your precious tea party wrecked, so I'll be generous and wait until we take it outside." She smiled, glad to finally get to do some fighting instead of listening to her yammer on about boring stuff forever.

[User]
Rose sipped her tea quietly and just listened, but when Elise insulted Akame she had to speak. She spoke coldly yet calmly, "You have free will, Elise, Best not waste it trying to beat Akame. I might be older than her by a hair, but I hold no illusions about her powers as a magical girl. I would not take her one on one. Akame has been at this stuff longer than most. Best, just to not. I am willing to train you regardless. I want to taste your fury against my water." She was interested in seeing Akame fight Elise. The words just flowed from Rose's mouth and she just kept talking, saying much to do about nothing. Rose stopped herself and just returned the observer she normally was.

Rose nodded respectfully, "You have never lead me wrong, Akame. If you want to destroy the nest than I will support your decision. I think we could easily spread out around the city and can scan whole zones for the origin point. Maybe out adorable friend (the Contractor) could collect the data from us and locate the nest." Rose took another sip of tea then refilled her glass. She was staying away from the sweets.

[Assistant]
This Chiyo girl was rather nice. She had a warm smile that made Nanako feel comfortable around her, she became a lot less shy than before. The girl reached out her hand to Nanako, for a moment she looked at it...

"I'm... I'm Nanako... Na-Nanako Toujo. I'm eight years old..."
Placing her hand on her chest. Nanako chose to take some faith with this girl. Afterall, she is an impressionable child. She thought maybe, Chiyo would lead her to the other girls. Besides, if it came down to it, Nanako would transform and defend herself. She was reasonably confident that she could escape.

Nanako reached out and held Chiyos' hand.
"Kuroki-san... Can you take me to the other girls, please? I'm lost...."

[User]
Akame watched Elise's fiery declaration calmly and with more than a little amusement in her eyes. She would not boast such loud proclamations until after the fight was settled, but the idea of Elise defeating her at this current level would be next to impossible. Still, younglings never learned until they were thrown into the lion's den.

"I appreciate the words Rhea-san, but it seems even they won't be enough to quench our young friend's burning ambition," she said, aware of the inside joke hidden within her words. "Very well. Let us test your skill outside because, as you so modestly pointed out, I would prefer if my tea party not be ruined today."

The girl turned to leave, the Contractor bounding up and resting on her shoulder. Miyako and Emiri could follow to watch by all means if they wanted. The older Magical Girl was personally anxious to see what the two newbies could provide to the group effort.

Outside, the dark dressed girl's warm smile never wavered. Instead, she reached out and gently patted the younger girl's head before leading them down the hallway.

"Yes, I knew there were other Magical Girls here too. I'm new to this city myself, and I'd love to meet others like me," she told Nanako in a soft voice.

It wasn't long before Chiyo led them to the room with the magical barrier. The dark haired girl clenched Nanako's hand a little tighter.

"Please hold on Nanako-chan. This might feel a little weird."

In one instant they were outside the door and the next they were standing in the middle of Akame's tea party. The flaming Magical Girl stared at their arrival with slightly widened eyes. They had gotten through the barrier? Not even Magical Girls could slip through, and these two were definitely Magical Girls. Akame's surprise died down though as she sensed no malevolence from these two outsiders.

"Hello everyone," Chiyo said happily. "We're not late for the tea party, are we?"

[Assistant]
"If that's what you think the best course of action is, I'm in with you, Akame." Emiri said in response to Akame's last statement, in fact the idea of training the other girls didn't seemed so bad to her at all, it was the least that Emiri could do to consolidate her status as a senpai.

Then, she turned to face Miyako, "If the Contractor is backing your claim, you must indeed be an out of the ordinary magical girl, Komatsu-san. However, a gem's true worth only shows after it has been cut and polished... that's why I'm offering myself to help guide you down the path of a magical girl. That is, if you wnat to join our team but don't want to take Akame on a duel..." Emiri then, set her tea cup aside and offered her hand for Miyako to shake, in a rather unjapanese-like way, but still a clear sign of her trust.

"Well then, I guess you have the right to see what Akame is capable of before making your decision. Would you care to follow us, Komatsu-san?" Emiri said as she followed Akame outside.

Before they could leave the room, however, Emiri's eyes widened a bit as a pair of intruders passed through the barrier that she'd set so carefully before. Defensive spells like that were one of Emiri's specialties and if those girls penetrated her barrier without even breaking a sweat, it meant that they too must be exceptional in the magical girl sense, at least.

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@TheWindel

[User]
Miyako nodded as the Contractor affirmed what she had said. Not, perhaps, in a direct method, but it would good enough to serve her point. She was the best, no two ways about it. And everyone here would find that out soon enough. She couldn't let herself be left behind in this struggle, as it were.

Of course, it seemed that not everyone approved, and she met Elise's gaze as the girl pointed at her, insulting her in the process. "I said it cause it's true," she replied, calmly, not rising to the bait of mutual antagonism. She knew she was for a fact, and didn't feel the need to vigorously defend her title. Not yet anyway.

A nod was given as Akame announced that they would go for the origin point, and offered training them at the same time. A nice gesture, but one that the green clad girl ultimately thought was unneeded. Which was why she was so relaxed with this all as she ate another cookie.

She shrugged then as Emiri addressed her once more. "Thanks, but like I said I'm not new at this. Just because I only recently moved here doesn't mean I'm a novice. I know what I'm doing." Perhaps she wasn't yet up to the skill level of these three, but it wasn't as if she was some rookie, at least from her point of view.

Still, she reached out to shake the girl's hand. "Sure," she added. Might as well go and see what the members of this group could do, if there was anything interesting they had skill wise. It'd be important for her own particular ability, when they found out about it.

Prepared to follow, she came to a rest as other girls came through the barrier. "Hello," she said with a wave. No one else was acting with hostility yet, so she wouldn't prepare to fight immediately. At least, not until she knew why they were here or something


[System]
Personal Characteristics
Age: 25
Sex: Male
Birthplace: Brazil

Mental Characteristics
Known Languages: English, Portuguese
Lures: Adrenaline rush, beautiful women
Temperament: Choleric

Hidden Characteristics
Desires: Power and fulfillment
Secrets: Spontaneous fainting spells

Philosophical Characteristics
Morality: Does what he thinks is best for himself, regardless of the consequences
Perception: The glass is as full as he chooses to fill it

Spiritual Characteristics
Religion: Agnostic
Virtues: Diligence
Vices: Greed, Pride, Lust

Supernatural Characteristics (LOCKED)
Abilities: Flight; influence over human/animal behavior; physical durability; longevity

Social Characteristics
Emotional Stability: Can be somewhat volatile
Humor: Sarcastic
Reputation: Known to cause trouble

Physical Characteristics
Height: 6'
Weight: 170lbs
Species: Fallen angel
Hair Color: Black
Eye color: Green
Scars: He has some in various places from fighting (hands, arms, torso, ect.)

Health and Fitness
Addictions: None
Handicaps: Spontaneous fainting spells with no known cause

[User]
It didn't take long for Roman's phone to chime with an incoming text from Abigail. He checked to find a new message from her asking if he was inviting her on another date. For some reason, the question surprised him. He would have thought it was implied that he was asking her out again. She really must not have been on many dates if she needed clarification. He was just about to reply, when a second text came in that caught him even more off guard:

Whatever this is, I don't want to go out anywhere. Are you okay coming over to my apartment? I make really good food!

She wants me to come to her place? His lip curled upward in a smirk. How trusting. He would have thought it would take at least four or five dates before she let him come to her apartment. Maybe three if he was lucky. For her to invite him over after just one was both unexpected and encouraging. After all, if she was willing to move fast with him in that way, it wasn't too far of a stretch to assume she could be willing to move fast in the way he wanted, right?

He tapped out a reply:

A home cooked dinner? You spoil me, doll ;) Just me send your address and I'll be there tomorrow.

Pressing 'send' on the text, Roman stood up from the couch and raised his arms over his head in a long stretch. Normally, he would have gone out to a bar on a Friday night, but after everything that had happened the night before, he decided he would rather stay home and keep watching movies alone—especially since it turned out Cindy was tailing his ass and trying to ruin his chances with any other women.

He walked over to the kitchen and opened up a cabinet, taking out a bottle of whiskey. Just because he wasn't going out didn't mean he couldn't get shit faced by himself. He brought the bottle back over to the couch, kicking his feet up on the table and pouring himself a glass. Lifting the drink to his mouth, he downed the whole thing in one gulp, grimacing at the burn of the alcohol on his throat.

After pouring a couple more glasses and repeating the process, Roman sank down into the couch, lying on his side as he watched a low-budget Godzilla destroy a city. He yawned tiredly, letting the whiskey work its magic on his system. His head was already fuzzy with drunkenness. He smiled to himself. He would definitely get a good night's sleep tonight.

--

October 3, 2015
New York, NY – Roman's Apartment
9:45AM

Roman woke up on his living room couch with the TV still glowing in the corner. He sat up slowly, testing to see if he had another hangover. Fortunately, he seemed to have escaped from one this time. He glanced at the time on his phone, wondering when he had fallen asleep last night. Whenever it was, he felt like he had slept for a solid twelve hours at least. It certainly made up for the shitty three hours he had gotten the day before.

He got up and headed to his bedroom to get ready for the day. He had a date with Abby later that evening, after all, so he needed to turn on the charm. He wanted to make sure she was crazy about him after their dinner together, and the first step to that was looking presentable.

Roman took a long shower—he had all day to get ready for the date, so there was no reason to rush—before he went to his closet to pick out something to wear. Most of the clothes he owned were nothing fancy, but after a bit of searching, he found something halfway decent. He put on a maroon button-down shirt and a pair of black jeans, and then went to the bathroom to trim his beard down to a neat stubble and run a comb through his hair. Lastly, he searched his closet one more time and found a black tie, which he threw on to complete the look.

He stood in front of a full-length mirror that was attached to his bedroom door and grinned at his reflection, adjusting his tie so it laid straighter against his chest. I clean up pretty nice, if I do say so myself, he thought confidently. Hopefully Abby will think so too.

[Assistant]
Abigail was finishing up the rest of her food when she received Roman's text saying that he agreed to their date at Abigail's place, which made her excited but also instantly regret. Even so, she texted him her address, and warned him to not be late. She picked up the dirty dishes and placed them in the sink, rinsing them a bit after she put her phone in her pocket. Right, now for the next step, just figuring out what she should make. Abigail loved to cook. And she loves to cook so much, she knows lots of dishes she could make. But now she has the problem of what to actually make since she had just met Roman.

Humming to herself, she figured she could always text Roman tomorrow to ask what he likes, then call Jordan over to help her with groceries and other errands that involve leaving the house. She relaxed more with that plan, finishing washing the dishes before she walked over to her closet, getting into her pajamas so she can go to bed. The rest of the things she needs to do, she will figure out tomorrow. Right now, all she wants to do is sleep after the chain of events that happened to her.

As she laid down and got comfortable, she couldn't help but think about Roman. It felt really weird, but she thought nothing of it. He was a weird guy after all.

—-

October 3, 2015
New York, NY - Abigail's apartment
12:07 pm

Abigail woke up pretty early, like she normally does, and made herself some breakfast after taking a shower and getting ready for the day, although not yet for the date. Abigail made breakfast while calling Jordan to come over to her house to help. After a bunch of excited questioning and annoying teasing, Jordan agreed and Abigail ate her breakfast as she waited.

Once Jordan arrived, Abigail decided to explain to him what was happening, to which Jordan began to gush over excitedly.

"You're having your Spider-Man over, AND you're making him dinner?!" He exclaimed, grabbing her by the shoulders. "You really know what you're doing! You know what they say, a way to a man's head is through his stomach!"

"No no no, that wasn't what I want to do! I'm not trying to win him over!" Abigail tried to explain herself.

Jordan frowned, suddenly letting her go. "Then what are you trying to do with this date??"

"Well, I wanted to repay him for saving me, and for buying me ice cream." Abigail replied timidly, looking at the ground while she rubbed the back of her neck.

Jordan let out an exaggerated sigh and rolled his eyes. "You're too weird Abigail. But whatever. You should keep him though, in my honest opinion." He huffed, as Abigail gave him a nervous laugh and handed him the list of things she needed for the dinner.

While Jordan went out to do the errands, Abigail began cleaning up her apartment. It wasn't dirty, but there was things that were out of place, like her laundry being on the couch, since she was too busy at work to actually put them away. At present time, she had finished up folding laundry and was tidying up her books when she looked at the time and decided it would be a good idea to ask Roman if there was anything he didn't want.

Hey Roman! I just wanted to know if you wanted anything in particular for dinner, or if you have anything that you don't want in your food?

Sending the text, she went back to getting everything organized. Jordan was out getting her some shoes st the moment, as he had good sense of style and knew what Abigail would like to wear. She had a dress in mind that she wanted to wear, nothing too fancy, but she felt that she should get shoes as well. Jordan was also supposed to help her with her hair, but Abigail didn't know what she wanted. She can decide later anyway, it was still pretty early.

[User]
Roman spent the rest of his morning doing very little. He made himself some bacon and eggs for breakfast, lazily browsed social media for a while, and then decided to run some over-due errands. Slipping on a pair of black shoes, he headed out to his bike and went to the nearest Target to pick up some food and other living essentials that he had been procrastinating on buying.

He made a short trip of it, purchasing a few TV dinners, paper towels, and solo cups. It was nothing special. However, the grocery run wasn't completely uneventful.

When he got back to his motorcycle, he stowed the items in the saddlebags he had hitched to the back and climbed on to drive home. Just as he was about to turn the key in the ignition, he spotted something small and white out of the corner of his eye. He looked up to see a piece of paper tucked into the corner of his windshield. "What the hell," he groaned. In his experience, paper in a windshield was never a good sign. It was always a ticket or a note left by some do-gooder apologizing for hitting his bike.

He swung his leg back over the side of the motorcycle and walked around to the front, plucking the paper out from beneath his wiper blade. He looked at it curiously. It definitely wasn't a ticket, but he also couldn't see any damage to his bike. Maybe somebody had thought they hit him and just left the note to be safe? Either way, it was weird. He opened up the folded sheet and stared at it in surprise. Now he was sure it was a note, but it was the strangest note he had ever seen.

There's been a change of plans. Come to this address tomorrow morning at 8 o'clock sharp:
476 5th Ave

P.S: Say nothing to Abigail Astor

"The hell is this shit?" Roman balled up the paper and stuffed it in his pocket. He got on his bike again and backed out of his parking space, his heart beating slightly faster with nervousness. He wanted to believe whoever had left the note had mistaken him for someone else, but the last line was too personal. This mystery person had meant it for him… and they knew about his interactions with Abby.

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October 3, 2015
New York, NY – Roman's Apartment
2:26PM

Roman stared at the wrinkled piece of paper on his dining room table. He had gotten home a little over an hour ago, but he couldn't do anything else until he figured out who had written it. Someone had been stalking him, and he was going to find out who.

Suddenly, Cindy's face flashed into his mind, and he felt a pang of anger. Of course. It had to be her. She had been trying to ruin his life ever since he had left her. She must have left the note to spook him and ruin his relationship with Abigail somehow. He picked up his phone and furiously punched in her number, drumming his fingers impatiently on the table as he waited for her to pick up.

"You have some nerve calling me, asshole," Cindy growled across the line.

"I wouldn't be calling you if you would just leave me alone," Roman snapped. "What's up with the note you left on my bike, huh?"

There was a brief pause before she replied, "What are you talking about?"

"The note," Roman repeated, growing irritable. "Don't play dumb. I know it was you. You're trying to sabotage my date with Abby tonight, aren't you?"

"You're an idiot. I didn't leave you a note, and I have no idea who Abby is—although if you give me her number, I'd be happy to give her a thorough picture of who she's going out with."

"It really wasn't you?" Roman faltered. If Cindy didn't know about Abby, the note couldn't have come from her.

"No, it wasn't," Cindy said sternly. "Maybe you've made more enemies than you realize, Roman. Check your list more closely before you accuse me next time. Goodbye." The line went dead as she hung up on him.

Roman stared at his phone. It didn't make sense. It had to be Cindy. Who else would have left him such a cryptic note? He raked his fingers through his hair in frustration. Maybe he could just ignore it—pretend like he never saw it. After all, it was pretty risky to show up to a meeting when he didn't know who had sent him the invitation. Maybe, if he didn't go, the whole thing would just go away.

I should just forget the whole thing, he crumpled the note up again and tossed it into the trash.

Just then, his phone chirped with a new text from Abigail:

Hey Roman! I just wanted to know if you wanted anything in particular for dinner, or if you have anything that you don't want in your food?

He chewed on the inside of his lip, thinking over the question before he simply replied:

Surprise me.

Sending the text, he got up from the dining table and headed back to his room. What was he worrying about? He had a date with a beautiful woman tonight. Life was good, and he wasn't about to let a stupid piece of paper change that.

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October 3, 2015
New York, NY – Abigail's Apartment
5:57PM

Roman stood outside of Abigail's apartment, holding a small bouquet of flowers he had picked up on his way over. He did a quick adjustment of his tie, making sure it was still on straight, and then ran a hand through his hair one more time to fix it up. Lastly, he double checked the number on the door with the number she had sent him over text. He didn't want to show up to the wrong place, after all.

Once he was confident that he had the right apartment, he knocked twice and stood back, leaning against the balcony railing as he waited for her to answer the door.


[System]
Age: 8 months since prime activation

Gender: None, goes by the male pronoun

Race: Machina model based on Mura

Appearance: Built to appear friendlier and to avoid damage through physical abuse, Cecil was built to appear as close to a Mura youngster under the assumption people would be less inclined to hurt a child. Standing at 4'8" he has a surprising weight in his arms and legs while the rest of his body is lightweight and durable. His arms and legs can be removed to change his clothing while the strap across his chest can be unbuckled from the front.

Element Affinity: N/A

Magic: Self-technopathy – Cecil can attach machinery onto his body and control it.

Gear: Power gauntlets used by construction and repair Machina upgraded to the highest spec. Comes with a self-service kit. Cecil's boots allow him to run vertically on surfaces and walk upside-down through the release of magnetic currents. He can't run or walk like this on wood and vibrations can cause him to fall.

Brief history: Part of an experimental range of Machina that are designed to be able to blend in with normal people. Designed to limit Helpers from being damaged, Cecil was due to be released and established as a builder who would help with construction; however, Cecil held little interest in being one of these and seemingly escaped. The exact circumstances of his escape are unknown, even to him as the last memory he has was being out in the great wild world. The programming within him probably knew what he was doing here so the surprise to be had was not massively overwhelming.

Cecil felt he had a purpose if he was being sent to this side of the realm and immediately he was off looking for it, searching for what he was programmed to fulfil. Completely unaware of the troubles and even the Church of the land, his outlook was naïve at best. He was a hard working Machina, he knew that much, and to find what he needed to do was his top priority. He knew how to read but couldn't write, if questioned about his looks he felt he knew the answer, telling people they were for construction work. Those travelling would rarely question him and would either be curious about the maker of his Machina to which would only confuse him.

Cecil didn't know much about this world but learning it from travellers proved fruitful. He learned that people used machinery quite commonly and people didn't appear to know he was just the same as that machinery. Learning from these people was proving to be educational, but he still had some questions that needed answering. Any other Machina he came across and tried to talk to didn't have any sort of leverage for conversation, as if they didn't have a mind like him and was simply 'following the program'. Whether he was following his program or his own curiosity he couldn't quite tell, but he had to find some answers somewhere in his own time. To explore the world and find what he needed to do was his first objective.

Additional info: Despite being a machine, there appears to be something off about this new model of Machina. If the personality he had didn't give enough suspicion, it was almost as if he was more than simply a new design, almost as if he was assimilating a sentient being without internal programming needed.

[User]
The staring wasn't an abnormal happenstance—the townspeople gave her uneasy looks and children pointed, confused by her presence. Despite her discomfort, Grun didn't falter, she walked gracefully and unaffected on the surface with every bit of experience she had in the past as a clergywoman of particular acclaim. Of course the townsfolk wouldn't know that, she was only relatively recognized among her own kind and even then, her reputation had been dragged through the mud several times over at the church's hand making the few interactions she had with her vagabond kinsman a tense one. Not only was she Divined but she didn't hide herself behind cloth and robes or slip through the shadows as expected from her kind and it was this that must have made her look all the more foreign in the small settlement.

Under normal circumstances, she wouldn't have ventured into such a small village. Although the people less confrontational in general when compared to the city, and envoys of the church more scarce, small settlements such as these didn't tend to provide her with much help or information. People were more inclined to ignore her or spread dishonesty she had learned. Whenever she entered a village like this one, rumors were quick to spread—her presence was a disruptive one. And it was on that, she was here for; a rumor. Supposedly, some Divined had taken up residence nearby in a small group and she needed evidence. However unlikely, if there were other wandering Divined close by then she wanted to know. Their numbers as a species were trifling and the lack of unity didn't help much in that regard. She was looking to unite her people and convince them to stand as one.

She had little to no success so far.

She needed to find someone who could, who would be willing to, aid her in her endeavor. Whether that present itself in useful information or someone simply willing to talk to her in the first place even if they had nothing of significance to say.

More importantly however were the group of five following behind her at a safe distance. They had been stalking after Grun since she entered the village and while unassuming in their appearances, there was an edge in the way they focused on her like she didn't know they were there. Most likely, a fight was inevitable. She didn't care for combat, preferring words over fighting but not from lack of ability. However fighting wasn't an option this time, Divined were already stigmatized, Magi even more so, fighting in a public place where passersby's gave her cold stares and fearful glances wouldn't help the reputation of either. Best case scenario they'd lose interest once they realized she meant no harm. Worst case scenario they would confront her themselves. Apparently luck wasn't on her side when they suddenly split into two groups and followed her on both sides at an uncomfortable distance.

The tallest one spoke up, "So tell us, what's someone like you doing here?" there was an idle threat in the way he spoke that made Grun stop in her tracks. Making eye contact with the man who spoke to her and despite meaning no ill-will (quite the contrary), the man flinched under her gaze, "I have heard rumor that other Divined have passed through this settlement, perhaps you could tell me the truth or falsehood of these rumors," when the thugs faces twisted into fear and then anger, Grun realized a little too late that they took her enquiring as a threat. Presumably believing her words to mean she had every intention of bringing her kind to the village to cause harm. They didn't attack immediately, instead the tallest one narrowing his eyes at her, "What's the supposed to mean?" the atmosphere had turned tense and the townsfolk in the immediate vicinity were quick to clear out.

She sometimes regretted her conviction to not hide herself, it had a habit of causing more problems then solving them.

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"Full house!" The Ydra declared, flashing her cards before she pulled the coin to herself from the table. Her teeth were a brilliant white as she smiled, "Next round on me, guys, c'mon."

It was like a harem of drunken men sat around the table with her, scratching their heads. They were all doing so well earlier! What happened? One of them stared at her skeptically, like the gears in his head were turning. "Aha! I figured it out..."

Asta blinked, raising an eyebrow, "E-eh? Figured what out, my good man?"

"We started out doing really good tonight... And now you're winning. I know you're secret!" He grinned, proud of himself, his words holding a light slur as he looked to his mates. "She thinks 'cuz we're drinkin' that we ain't gonna focus!"

The nomad had to keep herself from sighing in relief and opted to feign guilt. "Oh, drat... Guess my game is up, fellas. One more round, now that you've figured me out?" They all laughed a bit too loudly at her teasing before collectively declining her offer. No, they'd lost enough money tonight. Asta heard the barmaid call after some young man who was leaving before feeling the giantess's eyes on her. Oh, crap. She tried to shovel the coin into her bag in a hurry as the woman came from around the bar. Asta could almost swear she felt the ground shaking as she was approached.

"Oi, little Ydra rat," She snarled, "Thought I told ye that you weren't allowed to be gamblin' with them stakes anymore?"

Asta shook her head, "N-no, you misunderstand! They wanted to play with that much!"

The woman crossed her arms, "They're drunk. And by taking coin from their hands, you're stealing drinks from their mouths, and so that's coin you're stealing from me," She argued gruffly. "I told you max buy-in was a few copper pieces - a pot no higher than a silver at a time, and here you are, taking every ounce of metal they could've carried. Besides, I'm tired of seeing this little act... Every night it's 'oh, how am I ever going to win my money back?' and then suddenly you're in the most expensive inn we have in town... You've a bit more than luck on your side, missy. Now take your buy-in and stop harassing my customers," She threatened.

Asta was a Magi, she didn't have to take this. On the other hand, the barmaid was big... and the girl wanted to keep her profile low. She gave an annoyed "hmph!" And pulled her share from the bag before giving the rest of the coin back. "I cheated anyway," She confessed, grabbing her bow from the ground beside her and slinging it over her back.

The maid was far from surprised, "Duh." The rest of the men at the table, however, were appalled. Void magic made cheating at cards the easiest thing in the world, so long as you knew how it worked. She started poorly, but gradually saved good cards and traded them out in her hands. Took a bit of finagling, but patience was a virtue when it came to nabbing coin off of drunken gamblers. Too bad, she was excited for them to go home to angry wives who begged the question 'why weren't you at work?!'

Collecting her things, she left the tavern with an ounce of dignity, only to feel an animal dart between her legs, barking. "Myria!" She shouted as the Cobra Fox took off after a little girl and a moorcat tearing through the crowd. Her eyes shifted over, wasn't that the kid who was sitting in the bar staring at a map for the past half hour? Did he even figure it out, or did he leave after getting too frustrated? It didn't particularly matter. Asta put her fingers to her lips and whistled sharply; the sound was almost ear-piercing. Myria stopped in her tracks, "Get back here. You know better."

She didn't even have to look to know that the fox was at her side once again, a small twinge in her heart as she felt the scolded animal's shame. However, without acknowledging the white-haired boy from the inn, she went on her own way. At first, she'd thought he was Ydran - but a closer look revealed her was an awkward, disproportionate human. Euch. A better question was where she would stay tonight; she certainly didn't want to stay in this village much longer? It was starting to feel stuffy anyway.

A few blocks and turns later, she saw a crowd parting and opening itself up. Weaseling her way to the front, she laid eyes on an unfamiliar scene. It wasn't uncommon that Divined would be harassed anymore, there was once a time when people were respectfully at their beckoning call; the world was changing so quickly, however. Distrust even filled the eyes of those that faced Asta, but she also held an air of superiority about her. The part that was unfamiliar was how proud of her heritage this Divined was. In fact, she didn't cover up out of shame or to hide herself, she wore her identity proudly. Admirable, but foolish. Asta pulled her hood up and pulled her cloak around her shoulders... This was going to be interesting.

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It had only been a few nights of travel since the last settlement but this journey had felt pretty worth it when the task was to get as far away as possible from the original site he originated from, even if he didn't know what was driving him away. The journey from what felt like the centre of the world to him had been a long one but a road well-travelled as it only proved to be fruitful. There had been much that was picked up from travellers and the last settlement, but there was still a need to travel and find what might be taking him along this road and passed the strange environments he had never known to have existed before. He had been told the sentinel beings were 'trees' by one traveller who insisted on giving him a crooked look when he asked before laughing about something like 'first time out of the big city', whatever that meant.

The problem was, this 'big city' was probably what he wanted to find by name alone, definitely finding it intrigued him more than anything. It had now been mentioned a few times to him with people looking at his equipment and showing off their own in a pleasant tone. Maybe it had something to do with what he was, maybe it was where he wanted to go and where his function was to be granted.

Regarding function, he wasn't like others who walked along the roads, in fact he wasn't flesh at all like they were. Only resembling the fleshy beings so much, he was in fact all machine even down to the hair on his head. Assimilating the fleshy beings, he was one of the Machina that he sometimes saw with the fleshy beings. From what he had observed, they weren't treated very well or like other fleshy beings nor did they have a face quite like his own. They looked all machine while he looked to be similar to a fleshy being only so far. Maybe that's why people treated him so well, because he looked like them and made them believe he was like them too. From his number he had created a name much like the fleshy beings carried, only hoping they would accept him more and maybe give him more information to where his destination might lie.

For now, he had arrived in a busy village by the size of it, just like he had been told where he might arrive. It was rather interesting to say the least, but it would only provide him with the rest stop he needed before he had to continue and see what else lay before him. While he didn't get exhausted like the fleshy beings might from a long journey, he was needing to find time to recharge and maybe even get some much needed oil. He could eat the food the fleshy beings enjoyed so much, burn it up and use for extra energy, but really he just wanted to take in what was around him and relax for a little bit. The village seemed nice enough with all sorts of sounds and people everywhere, but it wasn't what he was looking for in terms of permanent residence.

Moving around the wandering people who insisted on looking at him at least once, he found a building where windows were limited and would allow him to lean against and keep out of the way of other beings. While he was managing to settle into his little spot, there was a moment where he had a moment's peace before a strange animal jumped out from inbetween the buildings, causing him to jump back in fright and move away from the corner. He had no idea what that was but it wasn't after him and was instead going elsewhere, hardly looking like the type of creature that would want a piece of him, anyway.

While that was mildly distracting he saw the people took very little heed of the creature as it bounded through the crowd and off towards someone else, his eyes following it. Well that was something he had never encountered before, but he did recognise that there was probably more like that thing nearby and should probably watch where he was standing. Managing to back away he made a quick turn, feeling a little distracted before he somehow managed to find himself colliding with a Mura that stank strongly of ethanol, one that almost immediately fell over all while he stumbled back himself in surprise.


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Age: 18
Gender: Female
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Abilities: Magical Music (Bard), Excellent Sword Fighter, above average accuracy with guns

Personality: Easy-going, rough, occasionally serious. Loves a good laugh.

Bio: Melody's parents abandoned her when she was young. Forced to live on the street and fight for her food, she eventually learned how to defend herself. One day, as she was on her own (about 8) she was found by a traveling bard who took her in as his own. The bard quickly discovered that Melody had an incredible knack for music so began to teach her right away. Even though Melody became well-versed in the use of most instruments, her forte by far was her singing which seemed to have a strange effect on people who listened to her singing. Working together, the two traveled the land performing wherever they went, that was; until a group of pirates enjoyed Melody's singing so much that they took her away, and possibly killed the bard who was trying to protect her. Living on the pirate's ship for almost a decade, Melody became very accustomed with sky sailing/flying and eventually took over the captain's position after he and most of his crew were captured by the military. She alone escaped and was barely able to get the ship safely docked at a neutral port in the sky.

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~Song~

With a flick of her hair, she smoothly brushed past Jonathan, not even acknowledging his pleas for help.

Heading off into the city, she made a checklist of things she needed to get done. She needed her sword sharpened, wanted to pick up some apothecary supplies, and if she could find any, could definitely use some more paper for folding…

~Jonathan~

He huffed. He sighed. He harrumphed. He cleared his throat, folded his arms over his chest, and watched the rest of the crew depart off into Falis Island. How dreadful. Especially if Waldemar would return with a triumphant smile, victorious in his romancing.

Adjusting the lapels of his coat in resignation, he turned to Milly, who seemed flustered at first, but suddenly brightened up on her own. "Well, I suppose you and I will just have to find some way to entertain ourselves for six hours," he said, with a defeated smirk. "It wouldn't do to just sit around and stare at the port all day."

He then remembered what he had said to Milly earlier that morning. "Oh. Actually, follow me. I'll show you what I was talking about earlier."

Jonathan made to descend below deck with Milly in tow, heading to his room. As he walked, his cocky demeanor began to fall away a bit, replaced with a calm, clear minded expression. He had no intention of wooing the young white haired girl, so he dropped the show. If one were to meet Jonathan in this state, they would mistakenly assume that he was a respectable, humble gentleman.

"Ah here we are," Jonathan said as they reached his room. "I apologize in advance for the mess, but I was up late last night working, and nodded off without realizing."

He opened the door, revealing that his cabin was far from a mess. In fact, it nearly sparkled from cleanliness. His years of growing up in a pristine mansion had caused him to become unnerved when things were out of place, so he impulsively took it upon himself to ensure that his bed was tightly made, and nothing littered the floor. Though it was small, Jonathan's adept eye for spacing made his room appear a bit larger than it actually was. An elegant lamp gently lit the room, highlighting the subtly ornate rug that Jonathan had spread across the floor. In the corner was a neatly arranged desk with resistors, power supplies, gears, and all sorts of mechanical-electrical components laid out for easy reach. A strange disk like contraption sat in the center of the workspace.

"Now this, Ms. Nobel, is what I call the roto-bomber, for lack of an official name," Jonathan said proudly, as he picked the gadget up and spun it around in his hands. "An effective combination of an impact spring mechanism with timed charge pump ignition, if I do say so myself. I spent quite a bit of time perfecting the timing delay across the resistor network to match the ignition to the release time, and I also put a tremendous amount of thought into making sure the centripetal force detection didn't accidentally--"

"Ah," Jonathan stopped himself, realizing that he was about to fall into tinkering mode and bore Milly to death. He got a bit too excited about his own inventions.

"Well, really, the point of all this is to say that when you throw the roto bomber like a discus, the mechanism inside will cause it to greatly accelerate rotation and go farther than you could normally throw it," said Jonathan, demonstrating how to toss it. "Inside, the roto-bomber carries 12 small spheres for each orientation on the clock face, which you can time the release of. Upon release, the 12 spheres will self-ignite and be launched a calibrated distance between 10 to 30 feet away from the disk. I'm sure you can understand the value proposition in this invention- essentially, it's a small timed bomb with a potential 100 foot effective blast radius."

Jonathan pulled out one of the spheres. "Now this is where I'd gladly appreciate your assistance," he said, handing the sphere to her. "I must admit that I'm not quite the expert in incendiaries that you are, and I was hoping that you'd be able to choose the right sort of explosive substances to fill these with, so that optimum blast radius can be achieved without destroying the roto-bomber itself. Assuming that the roto-bomber doesn't self implode, it should be indefinitely reusable."

Through all of this though, Jonathan had left the top of the ship unguarded...

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Simone smirked at Jon's anguish in his situation. He might have felt bad for him if Jon wasn't so easy to laugh at. He wasn't a bad guy by any means, in fact Simone found him rather interesting, but he was just too easy a target sometimes. Oh well, nothing he could do. He adjusted his coat to make sure it wouldn't be uncomfortable as he thought of what they needed. Once he finished with his adjustments he nodded at Jon and Milly as he began to get off deck.

"I'll bring back something tasty for you two, something spicy maybe? Au revoir." He called out to the now guards as he got off of the ship and onto the port, also making his way to the city. He inhaled deeply and sighed contently. New city, new possibilities. He planned on tracking down some type of food market and getting some supplies, but he might need help getting all if it back to the ship. After that, the world was his oyster. Maybe he'd grab something to drink to cool himself down, if this weird crew could manage to keep itself out of trouble long enough for him to do that. Maybe a fight wouldn't break out today, but maybe that was just wishful thinking. As he thought more, he suddenly remembered something.

"Any special requests for food before I buy it and you guys get pissed because I didn't get anything you like? Nothing over the top, but I can splurge a bit here." He called out to the crew before they separated too much from each other so they could hear him. "If not I'll work something out." He shrugged nonchalantly.

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Waldemar Von Richtig
Waldemar was a honorable man and went off first to secure medicinal herbs. The nobleman had not lied when he said that they were low; a serious wound without them could lead to a crew member's death via infection. Death by infection was only suitable for devils and Johnathan, and not a single other person.

He didn't reply to the question about food; in all honesty Waldemar trusted both Char's and the normal cook's prowess in the kitchen. If one thing was good about the ship, it was the luxury cuisine with every meal.

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Milly was rather eager to follow Johnathan down to his work desk, the thoughts of rigging Charlotte's room with flashbang traps pushed to the back of her mind. She was even more eager when Johnathan revealed his device. Something of an inventor herself(albeit with a much more narrow field and none of her inventions being intended to survive their usage), she was fascinated, and naturally the applications got her excited. So much brilliant fiery destruction in a massive circle all around the disk! Aaah, it was enough to make desire swell in her heart, desire to cause things to erupt into brilliant fireballs and leave destruction in their wake... But naturally, she had to give her advice.

Of course, Milly had plenty of experience with creating explosives that were purpose-built. Most could blow out in any direction, but in other cases there needed to be some more finesse. Taking down a door, for example, required the explosive force to be directed to the door and no-where else. Well, unless Milly didn't care about damaging whatever was around the door. There'd been a few times where she stuck a sticky bomb to the handle and lit it without a second thought.

Eyes shining with excitement, the tiny girl began.

"That's amazing!" she cried, "A circular explosive delivery system... a complete three-hundred-sixty degree range... Haaah~ I can feel my heart beating faster and faster just thinking about using this thing!"

Her cheeks flushed and her hands at her sides, Milly was practically shaking with just how eager she was to be able to test the device out. "... Of course, you couldn't use it at close range unless there was some way to only trigger the explosives facing away from you, which is defeating the main purpose of the disc shape in the first place... if you used shaped charges you could direct the blast outwards and the disc wouldn't be harmed, but that could be tricky... the payload you'd need is hard to judge without seeing how far it can shoot the explosives out... but this is still amazing!"

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"Hmm... I think you've made a little mistake here, isn't it, sir?" Char had a devious grin on her lips as she pressured an old, slightly fat and half bald man, who happened to be a jewel trader, "The exchange rate of these gems is a little off, don't you think? The three small ones should be worthy 200 gold each, while this one should be 500. Together they should make up to eleven hundred gold pieces, minus the 10% exchange fee... the final amount should be of eleven ninety gold. So, why is it that there's only 965 pieces on this bag?" She said while jiggling the bag of coins in front of the man.

"You're crazy, little girl! I counted them in front of you, there's precisely eleven ninety gold there. If you keep on trying to scam me I'll have to call the port security." The plump man snorted and cold sweat dripped from his brow. He couldn't believe someone had seen through his trick so easily, much less a girl barely out of her diapers.

"Oh yes, please do that," Char said with a provocative voice, taunting the man, "while we're on it, why don't I show them those 25 gold plated steel coins that you've thrown together with the others? I'm sure they would love to know about it." She twirled her right index over the man's street stall counter and looked at him with upturned coy eyes, for all that would be looking, she would be just a gentle, innocent girl. However, only the man could see the devilish smirk that was below the her hood.

It was common sense that it was the loser's woe to be caught cheating in business, Char knew it all too well and she was sure that the man knew it too, the look on his eyes said that he was prepared to have his own blood sucked in order to preserve his business' reputation.

"Now then, how about we discuss the way you'll compensate me..." Chaser said while flashing her best merchant's smile, however the man saw nothing but the fangs of a money vampire.

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Melody didn't bother to look behind herself as she left the ship. They were all adults, except for known few members of her crew. Melody didn't exactly like the fact that Char was running around in this lawless cesspool by herself. She really didn't care too much, she knew that Char had her ways, but then again, pirates did too. Melody smirked as she made her way across the island, she knew there were people staring at her, and why wouldn't they? She had a bounty on her head, and although it wasn't very high (5000 gold) but it was enough to make pirates and low level bounty hunters consider making a quick pay day. She hoped they would try, none of these idiots could come close to capturing her.
 Melody stopped in front of a small store hidden behind a bunch of crates located in a corner in the middle of the island. She walked in and a familiar voice greeted her. "Ahhh... Is that Melody? An old guy walked up from behind the counter his small stature making him seem even smaller in the dimly lit space. Melody knew that it would be a bad idea to try stealing from here. THe old man was small, but he had many ways and traps in order to get even. She politely said hello to the man and continued, "Mark, do you have any more music disks?" The old already knew who his customer was, and although she frequented the store, he always managed to have at least 1 disc for sale to his friendly customer. She bought the only one Mark had, for 2000 gold. These discs were rare, and Melody was out to create a massive collection. Once she had bought the disc, she continued on going around town, hitting up a few bars, singing at some others for a quick pay, and then came back tot the ship with 10 minutes left before the 6 hour deadline. She didn't even try to enter the ship, instead she called out Milly. Melody didn't want to have to mess with the various traps on the ship She was after all carrying precious cargo.


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Profile

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Race: Twi'lek
Gender: Female
Age: 27
Character Type: Force-trained

Appearance: As a female rutian Twi'lek, Shai has dark blue skin and a face that would be considered pretty by most species' standards. She has high cheekbones and full lips as well as a small pointed chin and ear cones that are present in most female twi'lek. The one variation in her face is her amber eyes, signifying her connection to the dark side of the force. Her lekku are highly tattooed with Sith Empire iconography in black ink, although some of it seems to be altered. Shai usually wraps her lekku with cloth to hide the tattoos to avoid unwanted attention they might bring. Around her forehead she sports a plain leather circlet that has a single white gem inlaid on the front.

Shai's typical outfit is a tattered earth-toned tunic that ends about mid thigh to form a small skirt. Around her stomach she wears a leather wrap to offer some basic protection from the elements. She has a brown cloth garment hand-sown on to the top of her tunic to act as a hood and a shawl. Shai prefers to wear functional boots and it shows on her personal pair, they are heavily worn and have had the symbols and serial numbers scratched off.

Her body itself is athletic in its build and fairly average in height at 5'7" (or 170 cm). Shai obviously takes good care of her body or has been forced to through her line of work. Her body is wrapped in well-earned muscle and marked by a few intermittent scars on her torso and shoulders. Shairi'velia's chest is fairly average sized, but she finds revealing clothes to be too frivolous for her tastes. Overall she takes the appearance of a wanderer, but her ragged clothes belie a warrior's body.

Shai carries with her an air of weight, like she's carrying something heavy with her. The aura of battle is still with her, you can see it in her grim expression and the smouldering of her eyes. You can see it in the tenseness of her grip, and in each step. If one is sensitive in the force, one can feel the echoes of conflict from the past in her spirit and one can sense a turmoil in her soul. In a word, she appears troubled.

Personality: Shai is a quiet, determined soul. She prefers to let her actions speak for her, and hates losing. She values strength and martial prowess above all, although she recognises that strength can come in many different forms. She despises senseless violence, but finds herself at peace in the middle of battle (although she hates to admit it). She takes great pride in her abilities but at the same time she is weighed down by guilt because of the things she has used her abilities for. Shai was formerly idealistic and to some extent she still is, but the events of the past few years have caused her formerly idealistic spirit and resolute will to be broken.

In everyday life she is thoughtful and often falls into introspection, however there is nothing quite so cutting as the recollection of a guilty mind and so she can hesitate or suffer breakdowns on occasion. In battle, on the other hand, she finds her mind clear and free of the burdens she carries, so allowing her to be decisive and to act without hesitation. Within battle and without she is brave and courageous and is more than willing to die for a cause she believes or a person she cares about. She is the first to volunteer to do a dangerous task, regardless of whether or not she is the best person for the job. Shai also enjoys helping people to some extent but doesn't like too much charity as she feels as though it's robbing someone of the chance to overcome adversity and become stronger. It's slightly embarrassing to her but she enjoys sparring with other people as she feels it gives a window into other people's personalities.

Shai sees herself as a warrior first and foremost. She does not speak Ryl fluently, and doesn't know what her name means in her species' native tongue. She has never been to Ryloth and has no attachment to other Twi'lek.

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Capabilities

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Stats

Fitness: 6/10 - Strong in body, from years of training
Power: 8/10 - Warrior's skills, honed to lethality
Coordination: 6/10 - Fast enough to run from her past
Acumen: 3/10 - If it doesn't have to do with war, she doesn't know it
Personality: 2/10 - A broken spirit leads nothing
Force: 6/10 - Nothing special as far as Sith go
Vitality: 20
Carrying Capacity: 110 lbs

Skills
Awareness: 0/5
Computer Use: 0/5
Demolitions: 0/5
Persuade: 1/5
Repair: 0/5
Security: 3/5
Stealth: 1/5
Treat Injury: 1/5

Racial Trait: Seductive: You are considered attractive by most other species, giving you an attraction advantage on Persuade checks regardless of race. On the downside, your sensitive lekku is one more weak spot that other species don't have. As a result, you're more vulnerable to critical hits, and suffer from natural rolls of 19-20 (instead of just 20).

Background Trait: The Force Shall Free Me: Whenever you succeed on a roll, you earn a +1 trait bonus to your next roll of any non-combat related check. However, your broken spirit makes you submit in the face of defeat. If you fail on a roll, you suffer a -1 trait bonus to your next roll of any non-combat related check.

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Miscellaneous

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Inventory:
 Broken Lightsaber: The bisected remains of her saber. The outside casing is black with green symbols etched all along the length.
 Tunic: The aforementioned tunic she wears. (3 lbs with leather circlet and wrap)
Other: This fits her overall theme well

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B-0 watched with slight disinterest as Baarsuth gave her a look over. He seemed surprised that she had developed a way of speaking, most people she came in contact with were surprised that she did. But even with this confusion he did not appear hostile, there was no outcry for her to be wiped and silenced. B-0 knew little about facial expressions, especially on a reptilian race, but he seemed to be at least a little amazed by her. B-0 didn't mind the presumed praise. It took a lot of work to get herself to this stage.

He called her a custom droid, which she supposed she could agree with. Designed to be mass produced, the next great droid for battle and diplomacy, but production was stopped immediately. Too many flaws and bugs. The single B-0 unit in the entire galaxy. Custom Droid indeed.

B-0 was removed from her thoughts when Baarsuth extended one of his hands and introduced himself. He mentioned that he was excited to be working with the droid, a sentiment B-0 found interesting. Baarsuth specifically mentioned working with B-0. The little droid often found herself in the subservient side of most business relationships. Working with someone sounded pleasant.

The sound of grinding gears and slightly squeaky metal broke up the silence between the two as B-0 raised one of her hands. Her metallic, mitten-like, hands gripping Baarsuth's in a manner that could be described as 'pinchy' but not painful.

"Bo" The Droid repeated, as if also trying to remind herself of her name, her tone still jittery and robotic. "It is...pleasure..."

The crew was then gathered together to begin the tour of the ship. B-0 found herself tuning out again, not exactly interested in the logistics of the ship. Being a droid has it's downsides, but one of the perks was being able to record what the captain was saying for later listening. That was, if B-0 ever got around to listening. B-0 started caring even less when the captain began talking about bunk and cabins, something B-0 had little need for. Varen quickly drove this point home, instructing B-0 to remain in the cockpit at night.

The droid nodded in understanding, without really understanding why she was being instructed to do this. From what she could gather the cockpit was her cabin now, and that she was free to redecorate however she wanted. If the others were allowed to personalize their sleeping spaces she could too. Maybe she could convince the larger of the two twi'lek to get her one of those awesome hammocks.

The captain than asked if anyone had any questions, B-0 had none so she remained silent.

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Baarsuth

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The robot was cute, Baarsuth thought, but perhaps a little flighty. As a matter of fact, Baarsuth felt that most of the crew was rather flighty and distracted. Nerves, perhaps, he thought. He hoped that wouldn't be a problem later. As a matter of fact, Baarsuth felt a little nervous himself. Something about this ship, this crew, and that captain gave Baarsuth a very off feel. As the captain began talking, Baarsuth came to the realization that this mission was going to be very different from others he had been on. There was something going on here beyond his grasp.

The talk of comfortable beds made Baarsuth forget this thought. A better bunk, eh? On his old vessel, a rogue droid destroyed Baarsuth's quarters, so he had to sleep in a hammock hanging from the ceiling of the cockpit. It was actually kinda nice, but boy did it hurt his back. Baarsuth nodded when the captain finished. He looked over at Bo, who seemed lost in thought. It was weird for Baarsuth to anthropomorphize a droid, but this, after all, was no normal droid. Baarsuth looked down at the dirty floor and twisted his face up. He wondered what song he would play when he first put the ship into hyperspace. Star Trucking? Spaceline Star? Highway to Devaron? Once he was in his room, he figured he'd look through his MP3 player and figure it out.

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Shai felt an overwhelming sense of calm wash over her and suddenly things felt as if they were going to be alright. She looked around the cargo bay with a bit of shine in her eyes from her newfound lack of worries. The Exile met the Captain's gaze, which told her subtly that maybe bringing the relic out was something best saved for a later, more private date and time. She stuffed the black object back into her pocket and stood up, stretching and suppressing a yawn. The Captain got everyone's attention and obviously interrupted a semi-heated discussion about some frakking device or another between Woo'rah and the Dug. Shai didn't much care for fancy devices personally. They had their uses, she allowed that much, but relying on them too much would make one weak without them (and there were numerous ways of stripping gadgets of their usefulness in the galaxy.)

The Captain explained the details of the living arrangements and the technical specifications of the cargo hold itself. Most of it was fairly logical and made no difference to Shai. She did, however, note with a somewhat raised eyebrow that the co-pilot was a droid. Not a totally unheard of arrangement but still, it was unique enough that it warranted some small reaction. The pilot himself was the trandoshan she had noticed earlier, apparently named Baarsuth. Being piloted by a Trando and a Droid. Not a situation Shai could have placed herself in a year prior, but a lot has changed lately. It was a period of change for the galaxy at large it seemed and no one could avoid it.

At the very least it was nice knowing that someone would always be in the cockpit. At one point she had commanded a ship but she hadn't the faintest clue on how to fly one. Now that she thought about it commanding one probably was out of her abil- Shai shook the self-doubt away. No use dwelling on the past now, the present was all that mattered at this point in her life. Shai focused on happier thoughts as she tuned out the technical details of the living arrangements. It seemed like she was going to be sharing a cabin with the wookiee, Liak'ykam. Well she definitely could have ended up with someone worse. Like the Dug. Or the other Twi'lek. She laughed internally at the thought of sharing a cabin with a Dug; one of them would probably end up strangled by the end of the first cycle and dark side users were known to be fond of choking people.

Finally the Captain finished his briefing on the hold and asked for questions before they headed upstairs. Shai kept her course of staying silent and shook her head. Not much to get about a cargo hold.


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Race: Beastmen Leporidae
Gender: Biologically Male
Age: 20

Kaeci stands at 4'10 in a pair of insulated steel-toe'd knee-high boots with a flat heel elevating an extra inch and a half. From this, thick black thighhigh socks extend up just past the edge of a large, beaten, gray, canvas coat. Layered sections of a black leather armor is clipped into place over the lacing on the shins of their boots, hinting to their style of armor. Under their coat, snug black booty shorts are designed not to get in the way of armor similar to their chestpiece, riveted to a broad belt and strapped to their thighs. Some liberties were taken with the design to leave the sides of the chest piece open while still closely fitted to their abdomen and back, held in place with belts on the side of their ribs. This masterwork leather armor terminates in a turtleneck-type design reminiscent of a collar. This part, however, is covered by multiple wraps of a black, blue and red plaid scarf often kept pulled up to their nose bearing numerous faint scents of myriad perfumes and other curious scents. Fingerless gauntlets matching the set emerge from the cut-down sleeves of the coat. These gauntlets have a series of three belts around the fore and upper arms to tighten them in place as the armor otherwise functions like long gloves, ending just below the shoulders.
Curiously, in the armor's design, aside from lacking sides, more exceptions were taken around joints such as the elbows and knees that remain largely unprotected. The only benefits this seems to offer is an allowance of a full range of motion under some assumption that the wearer is uncommonly flexible.
Two small nubs grow from his head, antlers usually kept filed down.
Service. I do not remember the days when I did not serve. I cleaned, I cooked and, in darker moments, I bled. Master Sinclair was the world I knew, and thought nothing of what life was outside of the estate. Rarely I would know the pain of starvation or exposure to the elements for my mistakes, but such was the terms of punishment for failure. I held the lessons dear and improved myself as to earn meals and a place to sleep, and I was rewarded for my work.
Requests to sing, prepare specialties for honored guests or even...well...assisting the younger Master was less than my preferred activity. We would fence, as I had been trained, though the hardship that lingered on the other servants' lips was made clear from the beatings I received when the boy would get carried away. He taught me about the concept of justice, and how we deserved it; he taught me what contrivances invented my place beneath his heel...he taught me how to hate.
None of this was what I wanted, you have to understand me. It was still my home that went up in flames, the night the Master was murdered. I had no clue how to be free, or what free people did or how they lived outside walls, and now suddenly I was one of them. I gathered what I could, rescuing the Old Lord's crossbow from the flames...and wrenching the blade from the younger's beaten body. Then I was gone.
There used to be more of us in the first week. Jaakob and Marlowe were cut down by the guards to buy time for the rest of us to escape. They were the better of us, and losing them left its scar. Many tried to turn themselves in, a number meeting the same fate or being put back into irons, never to be seen again. I had...skills...and upon hearing of the Bloodrose Irregulars, I hoped to once again serve in exchange for protection. Perhaps, by being a part of something, I would not be made to be a part of something else against my will. While I hoped my first real choice as a free man would pay off, my friends moved on towards their own goal in seeking a peaceful home of their own. I do not hold ill will against them, but I still have questions about that night.

Who murdered Jericho Sinclair?
Fighting Style: Crossbow Marksmanship, Fencing

Equipment
- 'Rogue Custom' - A set of form-fitting black leather armor commissioned for Kaeci by his former master. Its design contains many shortcomings in practicality and was mostly intended for aesthetic purposes, though the sturdy material and craftsmanship makes for a quality defence...where the armor actually covers. (Details in Appearance)
- 'The Hunter's Crutch' - A repeating crossbow of Dwarven design fitted with a foregrip to add leverage for its sophisticated lever-action priming system. The build focuses on speed and reliability.
- 'Black Ambers' - His deceased master's favorite rapier and now Kaeciel's treasure.

Skills/Abilities
- Demihuman Traits - Tall, keen ears that are remarkably sensitive to sound and eyes capable of cutting through twilight make beastmen like Kaeciel exceptional at playing roles as a scout or watchman. While his type is hardly physically formidable, their evolution forced a greater focus on evading danger than outwardly dealing with it.
- Lithe - Impressively flexible and capable of partial dislocation and relocation of joints, Kaeci has much experience with fitting in tight spaces. They're no contortionist by any means, but their size has its benefits, and this skill only accentuates the utility of their stature. Great at hiding...maybe a tiny bit claustrophobic, though. Useful for slipping out of restraints or just grossing people out a little.
- A Servant's Slight - Life experience of being a slave to House Sinclair has gifted Kaeciel with culinary skills as well as an attention to detail and a deceptively sharp wit and empathetic intuition. He often portrays himself as being more meek and naive than he truly is, though he is still vastly unfamiliar with the doings of life beyond the walls.

Other Information:

1. Listen to the GM(s), If you have a complaint tell me. I am not an evil dictator and if I am wrong I will admit it.
2. Romance and Gore allowed, But keep it in good taste and in site rules
3. Now not all characters will play nice with each other I understand that, but keep the disputes in the RP not in OOC
4. Be civilized and polite please
5. All basic RP rules apply to this roleplay: Power playing, Meta gaming, and others are not allowed.
6. The story isn't exactly set, If you have an idea for a mission feel free to pm me the details and I'll try to work it in.
7. Copy the rules into a Hider in the "other" of your cs so I know you read them.
8. Get into your character's skin become him or her as you are playing have fun and give us insight into their thoughts.
9. Try to keep active, in both the IC and OOC pages please. And even if you don't have anything to say, at least read the OOC

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Ariel closed her eyes for a moment, clearing her mind so she could focus on the battle. When she felt ready, she dashed forward, keeping her head and body low to avoid making herself a target. Behind her trailed her daggers, pointed into the air behind her as she held them next to her sides. Coming into the proximity of one of the shielded orcs near Olivia, she leapt high into the air, aiming for the orc's forehead.
 Noticing her at the last moment, the orc raised its shield over its face, her blades hitting the rough metal of the barrier. Not perturbed, she used the shield as leverage to jump even higher, executing a backflip so she now stood behind the orc. She leapt on to the orc's back as her daggers began to emit a white hot heat and, pulling her head level with the orc's neck, thrust both into the front of its throat, blood spewing from the gash and spattering against her face as she opened the wound. She pulled her weapons out from the now dying and flailing orc as she disconnected from its back. In the process, the edge of its shield made contact with her side, its rough edge ripping through her leather encased waist and leaving a gory tear.
 Ariel cursed as she almost collapsed from the shock of the wound. She had been careless, and now she had paid for it. "I don't have time for this." she growled to herself, touching the edge of one of the tantos against her side. She nearly howled as the heated blade sterilized the wound and staunched the bleeding, but she gritted her teeth and turned towards her next target, the orc rushing Shion with a deadly looking axe. Ariel rushed towards the heavily armed beast, attempting to ignore the frequent spikes of pain erupting from her side. While her actions had nullified the immediate danger from the wound, she knew that after the battle was over it would need proper treatment. This wasn't the first time she had been injured in battle, but it was certainly one of the nastier injuries she had endured.

[Assistant]
With the Orc numbers dwindling the tides had turned sending the last two orcs into a frenzy. The final shielded orc facing Olivia went solely on the offensive swinging wildly with its sword as well as bashing at her with its shield. Her defenses held for a time but eventually the orc broke through. Its shield striking her head and sending her to the ground. The orc then went to follow up but was stopped as Stephan reappeared behind the orc plunging a dagger threw the Orc's throat. As the Orc dropped Stephan looked over at Olivia, she seemed to be knocked unconscious from the blow and was bleeding from the spot she was struck. He thought of making a snide comment to her but refrained carefully picking her up. "One of you with medical knowledge come with me. We need to patch her up. Also bring along the Ariel She will need attention as well." He said making his way to one of the tents which would be made into the medical tent for the moment.

Alm on the other hand had his hands full with the black orc. Unlike the others Alm wasn't able to dance around the orc's attack to find an opening. He was forced to lock blades with the beast and grapple with it. The exchange went on for some time neither able to gain the edge, that was until Olivia went down. With that Alm knew he had to pull out the stops knocking away the Orc before coating his blade with a magical layer of ice, His eyes turning blue in the process. After coating the blade Alm took a different stance. It seemed more feral and savage that his normally refined stance. The two went to cross blades again. But this time Alm blocked the blade with the back end of his weapon the staff end clashing with the Orc's blade. upon contact with Alm's weapon the orcs blade began to freeze over and was quickly shattered when Alm flipped his weapon back and the orc tried to block. His attack also took one of the Orc's hands with it. But surprisingly the Orc did not go into a rage at the loss of its hand. It jumped back surveyed the situation and knew it was in a loosing situation and turned to retreat. Alm almost went to chase the orc but let it run turning to the Irregulars. "Status report, how is everyone holding up?" he asked as one of Shion's arrows flew past hitting the running orc in it's Shoulder to the opposite side of the had Alm had cut off. "That's enough let it run. I know it will come back but we will deal with it then." Alm added as the original flairs burned out and the orc started to disappear into the darkness leaving the light of the artificial sun.

After the events of the Orc attack it took a bit for everyone to settle back in. Although not life threatening it seemed Oliva had received a concussion and wouldn't be able to move for a while. With that being said Shion and Stephan elected to stay behind in the oasis to protect her and keep a secure fall back position near the mission location. But things were quiet for the rest of the night allowing the group to rest if they were able to after the fight.

The next morning Alm gathered everyone up. "Alright so it looks like Olivia is out for a bit so I'll be taking over. That being said Shion and Stephan will be keeping this point clear so if there is any of you who want to stay here as well you are free to. Otherwise I'll give you all an hour to pack up what you would need for 5 days then we will head out. Yes I know we are only a day away from our goal but we don't know what could go wrong so pack extra. With that said I'll leave you to it." Alm said. He wasn't big on speeches but he hoped he got his point across. After concluding the meeting Alm returned to his tent to make his own preparations.

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Selovia

After finishing off the orc with the stab of the throat. The battle was pretty much over. The orcs had made a retreat for the night battle. She was glad that the group had managed the threat of the orcs well enough. In fact, it concluded faster than she'd expect. And now that the few people of the band are keeping the watch for the night, it seems that she wasn't really needed, for now.

"I'll be returning to my camp, will be ready should there be anything." Selovia walked off to her encampment, placing her spear back onto her holster. Returning to the camps, that might not be a good idea so, after the surprise visit from those orcs. Selovia placed her spear by her side, within arms' reach. Should there be any further attacks,…

But for now, she'll have her long beauty sleep, before what that goes ahead. Pulling on the blankets, the night of the desert was freezing, especially when sleeping in her plate armour.

The time of the morning was peaceful, as she got herself up, lazily. The group are about to move ahead, She thought, gathering her lightly-packed supplies.

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Recomposing himself, Kaeci scooped his coat back up with one hand, holding his crossbow up in the crook of his elbow with the other while surveying the battle. In confusion, he watched the larger and darker orc flee after having its hand hacked off. Seeing the first arrow strike it in the back as it ran, Kaeci leveled his own weapon to join in before receiving the order to let it go. Somewhat disappointed, the demihuman popped the box out of his crossbow enough to ease the string down and slip the otherwise locked bolt back into its magazine. No sense risking the thing going off by accident.
His ear twitched at the call for someone with medical knowledge, having just noticed the casualties. While Ariel didn't look too bad, Olivia being clearly unconscious was worrisome. Thankfully, Kaeci was unfortunately versed in tending to such injuries and obliged in following Stephan in spite of the previous warning, assuming the situation overrid such idle cautions.

On the walk over, Kaeci undid the belts that made up the collar of his armor to feel at where he'd been struck. Drawing his hand back, clean, elicited a small sigh followed by a soft musing to himself, "Iz only bruises."
It was a long night for sure, but nurse Kaeci was able to slip back into his tent, taking only enough time to peel off their chestpiece before falling asleep.
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While Olivia was still incapacitated, it was more or less a waiting game at this point and was more or less out of Kaeci's hands. The invitation to continue ahead with Alm, being so close to the objective, he could hardly say 'no' and was already sorting through his stuff mere moments after Alm adjourned the meeting.


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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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Fili was hesitant to leave his uncle and Dwalin, but with the incoming Goblins, he was forced to, along with Saeril and Kili following him. The whole time they have been silently advancing upon the towers, made Saeril feel something that was a bit off, making the whole scenario suspicious. Azog wouldn't cower away nor would he give away. They've made it to one of the towers, but then Fili stops them midway. "Stay here, search the lower levels", he said, before looking back ahead. "I've got this".

Saeril was hesitant to leave the blonde like this, while the area gave off a very fishy presence, but for Kili to reluctantly run off, she did the same, only to fly upwards to take the upper level. She didn't want to be separated like this, but at the same time, she kept an eye on both of them from above.

Back in Dale, Legolas was just finishing his conversation with Gandalf, until he found both of the she-Elves missing. Where could they have gone? He let his ears lead him to a conversation, having to hear the voices of his companions around the corner. Taking his sword, he striked down upon his fathers. "Father, if you harm either of them, you will have to kill me as well", he warned, before turning to the two females. "I'll go with you".

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Alfrid whom was disguised as a woman, had found some money in the great-hall and was trying to escape with it. When he saw a large creature crawling over the wall...he screamed like a girl...falling down...the gold falling from his clothing.

Bilbo, whom had somewhat talked to Gandalf about going to Ravenhill. Was invisible and almost there. He suddenly appeared behind Thorin; breathless. "Thorin..You have to leave...all of you. Azog has another army attacking from the North...you'll be completely surrounded...there'll be no way out." he gasped out.
Listening to Bilbo, Thorin looked shocked before he realized something "No...he wants to draw us in. This is a trap!" he looked at Dwalin "Find Fili and Kili, call them back." he said. Thorin could see Saeril flying above.

As they went their separate ways, Kili run off in another direction. As Fili searched on his own, footsteps were heard from different directions, cutting the elder Dwarf off. Kili found himself, standing near the edge of an entrance...on the lower level...carefully peaking his head out and around corners.

Yavanna closed her eyes in relief, when Legolas seemed to intercept his father's sword...which was still pointed towards them...mainly Tauriel it seemed. Thranduil looked at his son, his sword being sheated back into it's place.
"Let's go." Tauriel said softly; glad that Legolas came in time. The trio began to make their way towards Ravenhill.

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Bard suddenly appeared, having to kill the war beast that was about to kill off Alfrid. "Get up", he told the cowardly man.
"Get away from me. I don't take orders from you. People trusted you, they listened to you. The Master's mantle was there for the taking and you threw it all away. For what?", with that, Bard looked towards his children who were not too far behind. He would rather look out for his family more than lead a society. This made Alfrid scoff, and begin to walk away. "Alfrid, your slip is showing", the bargeman noted, just before the short man managed to disappear completely.

Back in Ravenhill, Dwalin was impatient for the Orc to make his appearance. "Where is that Orc filth?", but then Bilbo appeared, having to warn of another assault that was underway. However, Dwalin seemed to want to continue pushing on. "We are so close, Thorin. That Orc scum is still in there", he said, still demanding.

Just before they could decide, a noise came from the towers, which made Saeril stop circling the structure. Through the mist, she saw Azog...along with Fili, in tow. This made her stop completely, as her heart dropped at what she envisioned what was going to happen. "This one dies first. Then the brother. Then you, Oakenshield. You will die last", the Orc declared as Fili struggled in his grasp while being held at knifepoint. "Go", the blonde told them, before having to look up towards the she-elf. "Take him! Get Kili! Run!", he told her, practically telling her to look out for Kili until he took his final breath...when Azog fatally impales him.

The scene made Saeril's heart almost stop, and something within her broke when she heard his final words. "Here ends your filthy bloodline!", Azog proclaimed, before letting Fili's lifeless body fall over the edge, down to the lower level where Kili was, having to land in front of him. The winged she-elf watched in horror, before looking back up at the leading Orc. A fire began to boil within her; the same one that made itself known when she advanced upon Bolg back in Mirkwood. Inhaling so much air, that same rage made itself known, as soon as she made an ear-wreacking scream that was so loud, Dwalin and the rest of the company covered their ears, including Azog (as much as he could anyway). It was so loud, some rocks fell from some parts of the structure, as well as some icicles losing their grip in certain spots. There was emotion behind the sound: Anguish. While producing one of the worst of sounds, Saeril had lost sight of Kili, so she immediately started by flying into the structure, having to kick an Orc, before impaling another in her path.

Just as Legolas started following the two she-elves, Saeril's screech had managed to travel through the kingdom of Dale.