[System]
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Sexual preference: Heterosexual
Species: Human

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Strengths:
- Experienced with several firearms
- Fast runner
- Unthreatening appearance

Weaknesses:
- Extremely inexperienced with fighting werewolves
- Not very strong
- Extreme arachnophobia

Personality: Ryan is, for lack of a better word, an idiot. On the bright side though, he's friendly and kind to others, even if they're strangers. Then again, those aren't really the best traits to have in his line of work.

History: Ryan spent most of his life just skating by, just barely making it through middle and high school. The only thing he was ever really good at was shooting, a skill his dad, the local sheriff of their hometown, taught him at a very young age. Unable to get a job or go to college, Ryan was desperate. One fateful day, he applied for a job at a random chain restaurant. The interviewer, looking at the pitiful resume in his hands, told Ryan that he couldn't give him the job. Ryan asked the interviewer if he had any suggestions for any place he could get a job. The interviewer jokingly replied, "You could always become a werewolf hunter." Ryan, not knowing he was joking, quickly left, sold what little he had for guns and ammo, and went out searching Colorado for lycanthropes. He has yet to actually find one.

Other: He carries a bolt-action Remington Model 700 and two 9mm Berettas.

[User] "Kill you? Now why would I do that?" Ryan responded with a smile on his face, trying to look as friendly as possible. "A beautiful girl like you, don't know why anyone would want to purposefully hurt ya'. Now this might hurt a bit... or a lot" He knelt down next to the woman and grabbed the teeth of the trap, trying to pull them off her leg. Unfortunately, it barely budged. Next, he unslung the rifle on his back and wedged the the butt of the rifle in-between the teeth. Lifting the rifle up, the teeth actually began to lighten their grip on the woman's leg, which was probably burning with immense pain. "Alright, pull your leg out! Hurry!"

[Assistant]
Acacia 'Ace' Malikova
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Truth

Truth lightly paced in the distance as she allowed a snake like slither of pink to draw across her upper lip as it rippled, the same vocals still rumbling from her chest as she remained within a few meter proximity to the young woman trapped in the odd contraption. Acacia still trying to remain away from the man barely seemed to relax when he proposed his safeness towards her and she watched closely, trapped leg extended outwards away from her as she watched the human try to pry it open, barely successful she'd suddenly start shuffling backwards again when he drew the gun from his back tears still swelling in her eyes before running down the stains across her cheek as she watched and closed her eyes.

Upon feeling the cold rifle butt hitting her ankle while being jammed between the metal teeth she'd glance towards it as it began to widen around her limb allowing her to draw it out quickly and she'd waste no time moving towards the seemingly aggravated wolf nearby. One would say she looked like a mad woman heading towards the dangerous animal, though as it made no move for her and menacingly stared at the man, one would soon assume they knew each other somehow.

"Thank you," was all she managed to say as she used Truths size and fur to cover herself from his sights minus her head which sat just over the wolfs back allowing her to watch the human closely. "W-what are you doing out here?" she'd begin asking before noticing a familiar white fabric wrapped around the mans head, "Is ... is that my shirt?" she'd suddenly cock her head to one side as she squinted her eyes and remained crouched.

[User]
Ryan gave another friendly smile as the woman thanked him for saving her. "It was no problem at all." It took all of his self control not to look at her bare chest, well actually he did give several glances though he tried his best to divert his gaze as soon as he realized where he was staring. Part of him was happy that she used the large "dog" to cover herself while the other part of him was very disappointed. Ryan continued standing there in the cold snow striking a somewhat heroic looking pose as he milked in the self-praise of his actions. Helping people always made him feel good about himself.

He was taken a bit by surprise when she decided to ask him questions. "Y-your shirt? N-no. No, I found it in an abandoned cabin up in that direction," Ryan replied, pointing in the direction of Acacia's cabin. "Anyway, to answer your first question, I'm here because I got in a car wreck a few miles that way and have been trying to looking for any sign of civilization. My name's Ryan by the way. What's yours?"

[Assistant]
Acacia 'Ace' Malikova
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Truth

Still tucked behind the 'dog', Acacia listened to Ryan as he spoke, his questioning of the shirt he'd found and stating it was in an 'abandoned' cabin made her tilt her head once more, "Uh... Uhm, I l-live there?" she'd say as he pointed in the direction in which he'd come. She'd blink as her unnaturally vivid sky hues fluttered closed and then open once again, "I-I am Ace, h-how did you m-manage to walk this far... A-after a crash?" her words stuttered now and then as she shuddered in the chilled breeze huddled closely to the still glaring and rumbling canine.

A slender alabaster arm reached over the arched back of her companion Truth as she held it palm upwards and open, "Uhm ... M-may I borrow your hoodie?" she'd allow a softly accented voice to ask, a partial smile spread across her lips as she seemed like she could use the coverage.

[User]
"You live there?" Ryan asked embarrassed. "Um, well, uh... It's a very lovely home," he said, trying to lighten the mood considering he just admitted to breaking into her home. When she finally gave him her name, Ryan stuck out his hand to give her a handshake. "Well, hello Ace. It's nice to meet you. I'm Ryan... Oh wait, I already said that," he said as he scratched the back of his head with the hand he had originally held out to shake her hand. "So how did I get here? Umm... Oh yeah! I just walked. A lot of walking. With no clue whatsoever of where I was going."

It was then that Ryan noticed how cold Ace looked. Being naked in the middle of winter in Colorado will do that to you. He began to take off his hoodie as soon as she began to ask him and handed it to her open hand. Ryan couldn't help but feel he should say something, anything to the pretty girl in front of him. His mind drawing blanks, he said the first thing that came to mind. "Your accent is very..." You've already started, you better finish that sentence. Sexy? Probably best not to say that in front of a naked stranger. Hot? Same reason. Umm. Think, think, think. Aha! "...pretty."

[Assistant]
Acacia 'Ace' Malikova
&
Truth

Acacia listened quietly as the man complemented the building she so happened to call home and he'd assumed was abandoned, it wasn't all that necessary to make a place look to other peoples standards when you lived alone with little to no company. As he continued on and accepted the nickname she offered instead of her real name she smiled and allowed a partial giggle to pass her lightly tinted pink lips upon him repeating his own name and realizing it himself.

"Th-that sounds like quite a journey you've had," she'd say in a gentle tone, her bright eyes of sky blue looking him over quickly before they landed upon his face, the smile already evaporated as she awaited the hoodie to be within her grasp. Slender digits grabbing it quickly as she'd maneuver it within her palms to be facing the correct way before sliding her arms into either sleeve and pulling the rest over her head. As soon as it was over her form covering her mostly she'd pull the hood down from upon her head so she could fix the mess of untamed auburn locks hanging to her shoulders.

The fabric of the red jumper still warm as she'd eventually stand up, lengthy legs of untouched alabaster holding her short figure as she made sure the jumper covered everything important before hands slid within it's pockets.

"Thank you," she'd say upon hearing the mans compliment on her accent and she'd smile, "Would you like to head back to my cabin? I could find you something to eat or even take you to the town," she'd offer, though still weary of him and in all truth she just wanted to find herself some proper clothes now that a human was here. Her Ute probably didn't even enter his sights when he approached the cabin initially, since from memory, she had it parked up behind the wooden building.

[User] Ryan thought on the idea of following Ace back to her cabin. That sounds like a good idea. Why wouldn't I want to go with such a pretty lady back to her home. And maybe I can try to clean up a bit of the mess I made, like the underwear drawers, before she notices. Ryan nodded to Ace before saying, "Sure, I'd love to go with you." He then looked down at her still bleeding leg and couldn't help but think how painful such an injury might be. "That looks like it must hurt... like a lot. Anything I can do to help? Umm, maybe I could carry you or something?" Ugh, that sounds so weird. Especially since she's still mostly naked. A hoodie barely anything to cover up with. Still, he turned his back to her to allow her to jump on if she accepted his offer.

[Assistant]
Acacia 'Ace' Malikova
&
Truth

Acacia would nod slightly at the man accepting her offer and as she'd go to move she'd feel the jolt of pain in her ankle. Damnit, I need to get rid of him, this wound will heal quicker than it's supposed to, she'd think to herself before slowly stepping with a limp towards Ryan.

Listening to the offer of being carried or what-not she'd smile lightly, "I think I can manage walking on my own," she'd respond with that same almost melodic accent. Ignoring the crimson stains she'd leave upon the snow with every step she began moving in the direction of her cabin, echoing paws trailing off at a distance as Truth watched the pair closely in their movement, though she seemed more focused upon the male than Acacia.

[User] Ryan gave a shrug as Ace turned down the offer of hitching a ride on his back. "Suit yourself." Standing side-by-side with the pretty woman, the young man began to think of possible subjects of small talk while they made their way to the cabin. That's when he noticed the elephant in the non-existent room.  "So, uh, why are you out here all naked and alone and stuff. Not to be... inconsiderate of your... hobbies or whatnot, but it does seem a bit strange and weird," he said. Even with her covered up by his own hoodie, he still felt like he was being a pervert if he tried looking anywhere at her neck down, and continuously had to force himself to look away from Ace. I hope we get to that cabin soon so she can put some clothes on. Make all this less awkward and stuff. How far away was that cabin anyway?

[Assistant]
Acacia 'Ace' Malikova
&
Truth

Acacia glanced towards Ryan as they both walked towards the cabin, it wasn't far only a few short minutes as she continued to walk with an off pace, sinking slightly more on her injured leg as she'd bite her lower lip slightly trying to ignore the pain it produced. She'd never encountered many sources of silver, and as such, knew little of the damage it done to a werewolf and that it took it's time to heal. As the young man began questioning her being out in the woods stark naked and alone she stopped for a short period, eyes flashing down at her feet as she tried to think up something.

"Uh, you could say I enjoy nature, that's why I live alone..." she'd being saying and as she began walking towards the visible field where the cabin sat she'd continue on, "As for the, uh... being nude out here, that's just a long story."

Unable to really think of how else to say it she'd nod at the last part of his sentence, "I guess it is a bit strange, and a bit weird too." As they neared the building she'd see the door still wide open and her clothes missing from the wooden railing. Rolling her eyes she'd curve off to one side and quickly gather her hoodie and jeans from being buried under snow and groaned as she found the panties missing, though she didn't mention it out loud. Once she had the fabrics in hand she'd move back around and hobble up the steps only to emerge within the warmer interior of her household.

Glancing about she'd notice a few cabinets opened from his rummaging and with a bit of pent up annoyance headed to close them before she'd head for the attic, with some difficulty considering her ankle at this point, to find a new pair of underwear. Glancing over her shoulder just before ascending the ladder she'd speak towards the ginger haired male, "Please make yourself at home," she'd offer as she nodded towards the small pale blue two person couch just inside the front door. It sat in front of an old styled television, which by the looks of the large hole and cracks in the glass, probably didn't work.

[User]
Ryan decided to accept Ace's answer, deciding that she would either tell him later or he'd ask again at a more convenient time. Most likely, what would actually happen is that he'd forget to ask again and Ace would never tell him. He'd have to accidentally figure it out on his own. He stood behind her as she collected her cold, wet clothes from the snow and followed her inside. Ryan was definitely upset with himself that he had left her door open as well as multiple cupboards and drawers. When she began to move towards the attic though, a feeling of fear suddenly struck him. Oh man, she's going to know I went through her underwear drawer. And there's nothing I can do to stop her! Argh, this is horrible.

Deciding that it was pointless to try to cover up his mistake, he sat down on Ace's couch after she gave permission for him to "make himself at home." His face was plastered with the expression of regret and guiltiness. He fully expected for Ace to come back down and confront him about his very big mistake.


[System]
Tamer
Gender: Female

Age: 16

Apperance:

Digivice Color Yellow

Personality: Yumeko is a friendly girl albeit a bit aggressive when push comes to shove. She's not afraid of taking challenges on and sometimes has a hard time knowing when to back off. Most consider her an easy girl to get along with unless you start out on her bad side as she keeps her impressions of people for a long time.

Bio: Yumeko grew up in Tokyo, near Akihabara. She's never been a stranger to anime and manga since she could easily walk there. She's made plenty of friends ranging from Otaku to the Overly Popular and Bitch School-Girls. She's also lost plenty of friends from telling off people that insult her other friends. It's a long tedious cycle that doesn't matter too much in the long run though.

That said, most of her time at home was spent playing games or surfing the web on her personal computer. She always thought it would be cool to have her own little monster.

Digimon:

 In-Training: Kokomon

Rookie: Tinkermon

Champion: Darcmon

Ultimate: Angewomon

Mega: Ophanimon

Extended Mega: Ophanimon Corona Mode

[User]
Yumeko face plammed for Swimmon. They had a job to do didn't they? "Let's save that for after we investigate some more. Though, we should ask around a bit." She sighed a bit but looked to the Gabumon, "We're with the Tamer's Bureau, we've been tasked into looking into the grieviances between the Gomamon and Gabumon. It seems the Gomamon think you Gabumon have been purposely weakening the lake water."

"Eh? Weakening the water? We wouldn't do that. We don't want those aquatic digimon to get sick... Actually, I think our water has been affected too." The Gabumon mentioned scratching his head. "It's hard to tell though. If you want to go in an ask around you can." It added, while motioning them inside. Once inside, they'd notice it had a notably Japanese feel about it, just like the outside. Yumeko just ignored it and looked at the guests. A Gatomon, Agumon, a large... Yeti? "I've got work to do, just ask if you need help."

As the Gabumon left, a familiar voice filled the gap. "If it ain't my bureau buddies! I didn't expect you all here!" A girl appeared with a Japanese style bathrobe on along with a blue fish-like girl.

"But you were the one that got us a boat, Lana..."

"Pfft, details. Anyhow, do I have some news for you. The kind me decided to ask around while we were taking a soak. For the small price of a small favor in the future, I think I know where you should check next!" She put her hands on her hips, waiting for the others to figure out their plan... "Scratch that, I'll just tell you so you can owe me that favor anyhow. She leaned in to the group and spoke softly. "Well, I've heard that in the Bamboo Forest near here, there's been an irregularly high amount of Dokunemon... You might have seen some already. The Gabumon don't pay much attention so they probably haven't thought of it as much of anything... Well, I think you should check there. I also heard there's a waterfall far in the back, so it might be worth checking out one way or the other." She stood there, looking proud of herself.

[Assistant]
Rachel pouted just slightly as it seemed they weren't going to be doing anything. Tsk, well, if that's what they wanted to do fine then. Wasn't like she could say or do anything to probably convince them. All this walking had made her tired though. If only she had a nice pillow to lay on. Too bad Impmon didn't have anything. Ah, why couldn't she get the mischievous little pixie. Though, said Pixie was flat as a board.

"..." Rachel turned her head to Tinkermon at the thought, but mostly would say nothing unless prodded about her thoughts as they walked into the hot springs, only to meet Lana as soon as the Gabumon left them alone.

"Oi, I don't owe you no favors." Impmon said grumpily to Lana. "Where'd you get this information anyways? I thought you didn't want to help the Bureau? How'd you get here 'fore us anyways?" Impmon asked, a little more than suspicious of the other girl for now. Going from not wanting to owing her a favor in the future was a bit of a big change. Still, it was the only thing they had to go on for now. Not to mention that she'd probably try to pry a favor from them anyways now that she told them.

"Woaw, someone's a bit suspicious Impy." Kameo chuckled lightly. "It's not like we have much more to go on, and besides! Someone as adorable as Lana isn't suspicious at all."

"Y-you can ignore the three of them, Lana." Swimmon sighed, feeling like they were the only even halfway competent ones present. "That information is quite helpful, thank you. We should hurry and see if there's anything we can find before things get worse."

"Hmm..." Rachel pat Impmon on the head. "Waterfall sounds good." Impmon glanced up at his partner, giving her a rather unimpressed look.

"Don't you ever think about anything other than sleeping?"

She glanced over to Tinkermon.

"...occasionally."

"You know, forget I asked."

[User]
"Geez 'Impy' you're so suspicious. Since you guys brought up the Hot Springs I figured they'd be nice to use. So we flew over here. I'm the Spirit of Wind, remember? It's not all too weird that I'm able to fly." Lana said, pouting a little bit though it was fakely.

Yumeko claped her hands together, Guess we're finding this waterfall then. This'll be interesting." She scratched her head for a second. "What's a Dokunemon anyway?" The girl asked her fairy friend.

Tinkermon just looked at her and motioned into the air as if pointing at a picture. "Remember that small insect Digimon we saw on the way up here? That thing."

"Those don't look tough, we'll probably be fine then." Yumeko noted.

Lana giggled, "Sure, sure. Fine you'll be. Just be careful of what else might be hiding in that forest. Well, with the three of you I'm sure you can handle anything under Ultimate level. And the only ones of those that show up in this server are the ones that came to rest in the lake and the spring. Her hand rested on Ranamon's head and rubbed it. "Either way, you guys have a location and I have my owed favor in the future. Back to the water Ranamon!" The girl exclaimed before practically running off.

Ranamon looked worried, "W-wait! Lana! I'm sorry about her!" The Digimon mentioned to the group before chasing her partner.

Tinkermon snickered a bit, "I'm glad that's not my partner."

"Oh my, looks like we need to check out that waterfall!" Yumeko said, quickly walking off with her hands in her pocket.

"H-hey! Yumeko! How dare you!" Tinkermon said, holding on to her partner as she briskly walked off.

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Soon enough, when everyone decided to show up at the forest entrance, they stared at the entrance.

Yumeko spoke up, "This reminds me of a game... Hope we don't get lost in here." She mentioned. "Or maybe just one of those dungeons in an RPG or something?" She muttered to herself.

Tinkermon looked visibly confused. "Are Pee Gee?" She continued to scratched her head. "Sounds weird."

As the two talked, something crossed their vision... A Dokunemon! "Hey! You!" The creature looked shocked and quickly turned to them before making a weird screeching noise and running off into the forest. "Damn, that thing's fast."

[Assistant]
"Still don't trust her." Impmon replied with a humph as Lana and Ranamon dashed off. "And I ain't doin her no favors either." Rachel remained passive as usual, stretching and picking up Impmon again and patting him on the head.

"Hey, it don't matter." Kameo replied with her usual cheerfulness. "Anyways, were wastin' time! Off to the forest!" Kameo slapped Rachel on the back which earned the redhead a small glare from her as she dashed off, following quickly behind Yumeko. Swimmon followed behind, zipping through the air like some sort of flying fish. Rachel of course, followed at her own relaxed pace. Whew, she could go for something to drink about now.

Soon enough though, they found themselves at the forest, a wild Dokunemon wiggled its way past them, before hissing and scurrying off into the brush.

"...well Ain't that suspicious?" Impmon said from where Rachel was carrying him. Rachel was inclined to agree...though she supposed it could also be in a hurry. Still suspicious though.

"Not as fast as me! I may be a water-type but I'm just as fast on land!" Kameo bounced energetically before bolting after the Dokunemon.

"Ack! K-kameo don't run off!" The redhead was followed swiftly by Swimmon who was understandably concerned that this wasn't going to end well.

[User]
Kameo would find soon enough that she both lost sight of the Dokunemon in the foliage and got stuck trying to move forward in the bamboo. Tinkermon soon fluttered over to the girl and landed on her shoulder. "It's no use, you got that useless set of things on your chest that are just getting in the way." Tinkermon commented before quickly making her escape before Kameo could do anything.

"Let's just go along the path." Yumeko suggested, pointing down the actual path through the forest. Obviously it was made for travel, though it felt like that it wasn't used that much. After helping Kameo back onto the path, the group made their way up the stairs deeper into the forest. A gentle breeze blew through the vertical rods as they proceeded, lightly moving their hair and other loose articles.

Somehow, as the followed the path deeper, they would easily notice that the bamboo stopped being as densely populated, but rather were thicker themselves. About double the size of the other bamboo. Around the time of this bamboo, a fork appeared in the road. To one side, they saw plenty more bamboo leading deeper into the woods, on the other a clearing and what looked to be a building. "Hmm, which way to go? I don't hear water, so that house probably isn't the waterfall." Yumeko said, scratching her head.

"Oh come on, we might find something there." Tinkermon said before taking a peek further down that way. "It looks like that rest house... Though I don't think that's it. Looks like a garden. Wanna go take a peek?"

[Assistant]
It seemed instead of chasing after the digimon, she instead ended up getting stuck. The thick bamboo made it difficult for her to follow, at least. It took a bit of help from Yumeko and Impmon, but she finally managed to pull herself out of the bamboo.

"Waah? Useless things?" Kameo pouted a bit before grinning. "I'll have you know these things make for really great pillows for some people." She didn't say much else though and hopped back to the others, getting onto the path without much more of a hassle and followed Yumeko with a grin with Swimmon following right behind her at a surprisingly relaxed pace.

"...this place is awfully relaxin'" Impmon yawned, following alongside Rachel. "Would be a nice place for a nap if we weren't so busy savin' the world and whatnot." Rachel nodded in agreement as they came upon the fork in the road. Yumeko voiced her concerns about it not being the waterfall, and Tinkermon expressed her interest in exploring. For once, Rachel agreed with the little pest.

"Hmm, might as well take a look." Impmon replied, echoing Rachel's thoughts. "If someone's there they might have some information. Could at least point us in the direction of the waterfall, too."

"I'd agree," Swimmon began. "But isn't a little hut out here in the middle of nowhere...sort of creepy? In fact, this entire forest is sorta creepy..." She frowned a bit before yelping lightly as Kameo picked up the fish looking digimon with a grin.

"Pfft, it's the middle of the day Swimmon. Everyone knows ghosts don't come out at least until nighttime." Kameo chuckled.

[User]
"But this is the Digital World, Kameo. Digital Ghosts might come out in the daytime instead." Yumeko teased. She walked ahead towards the hut. "Guess the consensus is to go this way." She added. Looking around, she noticed that there was a nice open clearing, enough room for quite the nice sized garden of fruits and vegetables. "This place definitely has someone living here."

Tinkermon zipped around the place, looking at just about everything. It was interesting to her. She'd never seen anything like this before, though to be fair the only places she had been were the Bureau, the Fractal Forest and this lake area... So it wasn't too much a surprise. As she moved closer to the house, the front door quickly opened and a fox-like digimon showed itself. It was a humanoid, and just about human-sized.

"Who shows themself here?" It's voice was feminine to be sure. "Not Dokunemon. Humans and Digimon? Would you happen to be from the Bureau?"

Yumeko was still sizing the digimon up when she? asked the question. "Oh! Umm, yes. We are. Did you mention Dokunemon?" That was what Lana mentioned earlier wasn't it?

"Yes, those fools come into my garden and steal my food. If you are with Bureau, you will take care of them for me. One second." The Digimon said, before turning back into the house and retrieving two pieces of paper and returning to the group, handing the papers to Yumeko and Kameo. "Deeper in is a confusing mess and if you don't go exactly the path you need, you'll find that you've returned to the start. A puzzle. It also changes every day. Once there, there's an old looking monument of sorts that gives you the current path, though only in an old script. This will denote the script to what is called "English". Hopefully one of you know it?"

The paper she received had this information on it. It showed about Twenty Six different letters, the ones used in English, and then a weird set of script next to it.

"Rachel, I think this would be better for you." Yumeko said as she handed it over to the girl.

The Fox Digimon continued, [b]"The other paper is my request to the Bureau. Turn that into your supervisor when you return."[/color]


[System]
Behind the Avatar
Age: 31
Gender: Female
Bio: Katelyn was an ordinary police officer in a small town where the most notable things to happen are the odd traffic accident or public drunkenness. She craves some sort of excitement in her life.

In Yggdrasil she could be whatever she wanted and Katelyn threw her whole self into this game. Under the guise of the Death Knight Kallahar she was a hardcore roleplayer without exception. In all of the years of playing there was never any mention of real life or break from the character she had created for herself. Every job choice was tailored towards adding to this.

Even within her own guild there was no mention of her real life interests or hobbies. There was nothing but the game. Within the guild her own created NPC was a paladin that her character bore a great deal of enmity towards, which was reciprocated. Needless to say her life within the game was a great deal more interesting than her own life, doing much to relieve the day to day tedium.

The character Kallahar is an honorable knight that reveres death as an inviolable law of the world, one that requires swift retribution for any violation. Of course, she is not above looking the other way in the case of her allies.

The Avatar
Name: Kallahar
Appearance:

Under the helmet is lank, black, greasy hair and a pale, unmarked face. Not entirely unattractive but maybe a bath might be in order. She stands at nearly 7 feet in her armour.
Race: Human
Gender: Male => Female in the New World
Character Level: 100
Alignment: -200
Job Class: Fighter
Subclass: Dark Knight, Death Knight, Mounted Knight, Others
Fighting Style: Area and single target damage, team buffs and self buffs. Fights from Horseback or on foot. She protects her allies at risk to herself.
Strengths: High physical damage, medium defense. Can buff allies with the same dark energy that empowers her own attacks. This character is built around constantly gaining back lost health through dealing damage and stealing health from enemies.
Weaknesses: Weak to holy type damage. Her Dark Knight abilities are fueled by using up her own hit points. Kallahar has little in the way of ranged attacks.

The Death Knights reverence of death means that she bears an enmity towards undead that still bear their souls, will make no move to revive fallen allies and make no move to revive herself. The Dark knight class carries its own code of conduct to treat enemies with respect and to fight honorably. These are not game mechanic restrictions but are self imposed.
Equipment: * Bloodseekers Blade: Attacks steal a portion of the targets life equal to a fraction of the damage dealt through physical attacks.
* Profane Plate Armour: The black armour of a disgraced paladin. Aside from it's high magical and physical defense, it also allows an additional Profane Aura to be activated.
* Bleeding Heart Amulet: an endlessly bleeding heart on a chain. Stores excess healing to allow the bearer to be healed beyond their maximum health value, up to double.
* The Black Charger: An undead mount covered in dark armour that is unique to Kallahar.

Abilities:* Profane Aura:
Passive
 Emit a selection of unholy auras (default of two maximum). These can be switched at any time after a short delay.
	+ Soulflay Aura(2 slots): (Enemies, allies, self) Deals damage equal to one percent of the total health pers second to those affected. Undead are healed for that amount instead.
	+ Unholy Vigor: (Allies, self) apply an unholy damage bonus to the attacks of those affected.
	+ Unholy Strikes: (Self) Apply a greater damage bonus to her own attacks.
	+ Deathwind: (Enemies) pushes back against enemies and reduces the amount of damage they deal.
	+ Etherfloat: (Self) The Death Knight floats above the ground, gaining a movement speed bonus and falling slowly from great heights.
* Deaths Blessing:
active
 Used with the offhand, deals unholy damage to a target on contact and heals the user for the amount dealt. Affected by Bloodbane.
* Bloodbane:
passive
 Recently taken damage is added to the Dark Knights next attack. If no damage has been taken since the last attack then the knight loses health equal to half of it's remaining total to add to the damage. This is applied to every attack.
* Issue Challenge:
active
 Issues a challenge, gaining a damage bonus against the target if they do not attack the user within 5 seconds.
* Intercept:
active
 The knight puts theirself in the path of an attack meant for an ally, taking the damage instead. Damage taken while performing this ignores half of her armour rating.
* Duskwave:
active
 Projects necrotic energy ahead of her, damaging enemies and healing her for a portion of the damage dealt.
* Hellbound Fervor:
passive
 Continues fighting after reaching 0 HP. The time the user remains alive depends upon how much health remained before the killing blow was struck. Being killed from full health lets the user remain active for a full minute. All healing received in this state is negated.
* Mounted Knight:
passive
 Allows a greater control over mounts and the use of any abilities in combat while mounted.

How a normal human would view me:
There's something not right about her. How she stands, acts, and how she looks at people like simple objects. She projects the same aura as a graveyard or mausoleum. Without a doubt, this is not a person to be crossed.

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Spooky was more than suprised to see his small friend fight. Especially with such skill and brutality. This would mean he didn't need to hold anything back and being released from the mental chains of him having to actually defend his Bunny friend. Still if he didn't have to worry about her, maybe they could actually help each other out... Spooky moved to his Muddy Companion, swinging his sword forward not only to cleave a Undead from the Earth, but the throw of the sword sent him forward with each swing. Pulling him closer to his Ally. He did not notice the Plague rat, due to his height and him catching tunnel vision for his ally.

Once he met up with her he dropped to one knee and held a hand above his head."Get up on my shoulders. I have a plan!"

It was a simple one really. She obviously showed her skill in ranged combat, but was delicate. Spooky was slow as a Rock, but was as tough as one as well. They could use each other's strength to hide their weakness. Spooky being her cover and a wall of defense that none of these Wretched creatures could even hope to break. His fuzzy eared friend would stay on top and hit target's with her blade from a distance. Acting as a second wall. If she didn't take them out from a distance, than Spooky would when they closed in.

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"I see," Lena replied softly. She could understand, a bit more than Cain likely knew- but she wouldn't attempt to sound pretentious or overly friendly. She wasn't sure how the demon would react to that. "I won't claim to say I understand, Cain. I'm not, well, what you are." She glanced over to Rath. "But if you need someone to talk to, My ears are always open. I'm quite used to it." She laughed, looking over to a certain mischievous pixie. "Or if you need someone to...spar with to help with that aggression - my shield will take whatever you can throw at it." She gave the demon a friendly pat on the shoulder.

"E-eh! What about y question! Don't ignore me you human! Do you have any idea who I am?!" Tania's child like voice interrupted this small bonding moment. "Gah, I get no respect. I'm the Fairy Queen for the love of myself!" The elf sighed, shaking her head as she turned away from Cain with pursed lips, walking back over to Tania and Vander.

"Rath left in a hurry, I see." The elf commented. "Did we learn anything of value, my lady?"

"Only these people here are probably colder than these mountains. Ugh." The pixie grumbled. "Didn't even answer my questions about the fey in the area. Just upped and left! Talk about rude." Tania folded her arms against her chest. "I should steal all of his money."

"I'm quite certain he was simply in a hurry, Tania." Lena replied, turning towards Vander who was suggesting they get a move on. Indeed. It sounded like the village here was in quite the predicament. Troublesome fey, the harsh mountain, disappearances...she'd be remiss if she let herself simply pass over this town without a care. Even if her and Tania would have different motivations from Vander and Cain. "Indeed...I would like to see what is going on here as well. It would be irresponsible to simply pass through without offering our assistance."

"Haa...I just want to get out of this cold. My wings are nuuumb." With a small pat to the Fairy's head, Lena started walking towards the lodge.

~Senna~
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For most of the trip, Senna listened intently to Lessings tales and words. It was a very welcome distraction from the incessant agitation she was feeling. The impatience and boredom. Besides, he really was a pleasant man to listen to. Perhaps it was again, her succubus racial attributes, but...well, lets say she behaved in more than a friendly manner towards him through the entire trip. Besides, it was a good way of getting information on this world, and where they were heading. She was glad they didn't run into any trouble, really. It meant she didn't have a chance to actually act on this agitation and boredom she was feeling. So after a few hours passed and they had made their way to the trading post, Senna was somewhat upset - and a little apprehensive.

Well, she could control herself. Probably. She just needed to not get involved with anyone - well, no one asides from the two she was already with. Besides this trading post looked fun! She could probably get up to a number of things here, heh.

As the carriage stopped in the market place, Senna hopped out behind Selena. The supposed dragon blessed walked to the front of the carriage. "Heh, thanks for the ride, Lessig." She smiled under her helmet. "Try not to run into trouble on your way back, hm? You're a...interesting person, at least~" She laughed, before turning away and heading towards the market herself. She had nothing more to say to the man, and now that she was here - with all these...people she needed to keep her wits about her or she might do something she really didn't want too.

Senna took note of where Selena had run off to, walking over to a different stall herself. A weapons merchant of some sort it looked like. Not that she was ever really going to be using anything other than Bloodlust, but it would be a good idea to see the quality of the average weapon here.

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Cain

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"I... Thank you, Lena. Your good will is much appreciated." The devil said, genuinely showing a gentle smile for a moment as the elf tried, in her own way, to ease his concerng - For a second, he couldn't help but superimpose the image of his similarly caring-yet-rough older brother over the elf, unconsciously wondering about how would he feel after his disappearance. It didn't take long for him to recover his usual bearing, as he quickly changed the particularities of his facial expression to change the gentle smile into a confident grin. "I don't think you could handle my attacks though. After all, I am one of the strongest mages of YGGDRASIL."

He didn't even wait for the elf's answer before moving to meet the rest of the group, managing to catch a few parts of their conversation before Rath tried return to his previous duties... Just to be ultimately dragged by a crazy horse desperate to get away from Cain, leaving behind a fairly unsatisfied fairy queen - who not only didn't manage to get her questions answered but also didn't like the answers she got - and seemingly uncaring elf. His first reaction, on the opposite of the rational reaction of the other party member whl wasn't there to talk with the man, was actually pretty childish: He couldn't help but laugh loudly as he still listened the echoing farewells of the man, going as far as bending his body and clutching his stomach to laugh harder before he finally managed to stop himself to say something. "Pfft. G-guess I really scared the shit out of that horse." He once more started laughing, finally freed of the tension that he felt since comming to this world, even if just for a moment and motivated by something rather silly.

"A-anyway..." He said after his laughter finally stopped, wiping away a tear before he continued his speech. "I'm not against going to the adventurer lodge, but the prospect of sleeping in the floor isn't exactly what I'd call attractive." The devil said, putting some attention into his attempt of recovering his composure, quickly tyding his clothes - a purposefully more casual outfit that the robes he normally wore - before he once more turned back to the group, showing a small grin before finishing his speech. "After all, sleeping in something soft is a basic necessity for a noble being like myself. It isn't fair that the devil king gets to sleep in the floor while the fairy queen has her own personal pair of bouncy pillows." He said, purposefully portraying himself as excessively arrogant as he pointed Lena's bossom - the pillows referenced in his argument. It wasn't hard to guess that he was trying to ease the mood after his previous blunder.

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She picked up her helmet and held it under har arm. Hopefully Lenore would show more courage going forward. It would help, considering that they were now surrounded. Her horse snorted(despite apparently lacking lungs to do so with) and stomped the ground.

"Nay, we are but mere travelers passing through. Your scouts seemed to see fit to attack first, unwisely. I am glad to see that you are showing more restraint."

It was good to see that they were holding their ground. Kallahar decided to try a different tack.

"I am hired as a guard for my Lady on her travels. What happened to your scouts was unfortunate so I decided to remain and explain what happened. We would appreciate it to be able to continue on."

The Death knight made no move towards her weapon, still a number of paces away.


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Chapter: Angels of Absolution

Chapter Demeanour: The Angels of Absolution are basically Dark Angels that do not believe that the elimination of all Fallen is necessary to receive the Emperor's forgiveness. They believe they have already been absolved through their subsequent service or are no longer associated with those that betrayed their primarch, Lion El'Johnson, long ago. Hence, they do not consider themselves "Unforgiven," and may not necessarily leave a mission to go after the Fallen if the opportunity arises. Punishing all traitors is of course, still a priority, but these guys have put their personal fears of shame aside for the good of the Imperium.

Often, The Angels of Absolution have worked alongside the Dark Angels, Deathwing and Ravenwing, although there may occasionally have been some friction due to their opposing ideologies. They only partially follow the Codex Astartes. Some may believe the Emperor will judge their souls in the afterlife and therefore see him as divine, while others leave such speculation to those who need it. Honor and atonement are heavy personal themes for these Astartes, and redemption and forgiveness are seen as possible to attain.

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Personal Demeanour: Aldaric is very pragmatic. Like most space marines, he is focused on war, which demands a high degree of self control. He is loyal, obedient, courageous, and everything else you would expect for a honed warrior in the Emperor's legions, but he is also an individual. He is less likely to get involved in petty arguments over spirituality or government and more likely to be forgiving of the details as long as there is no disloyalty. He firmly believes that it is important to focus on the present, that honor is a continual act at each moment, despite the mistakes of the past. In battle, he is of the mind that the Emperor wants you alive and fighting, not sacrificed upon the alter of vain glory. He tends to pull others together with comradery and leadership. He would likely be the one to stop his own advance in order to help keep a brother alive and firing.

As far as xenos go, Aldaric bears true hatred against only one, the Tyranids. Other than that, he simply believes in human superiority and right to dominate. Killing xenos is no problem, but killing human traitors is a sad thing indeed.

Speciality: He's a good melee fighter, but probably not best placed at the very front line due to his inclination toward assisting others, directing attacks, and being unusually aware of the tides of battle on the field in general. He has natural qualities of leadership and awareness, which become suppressed when fully devoted to face-to-face combat.

Rank: Recruited as tactical marine.

Power Armour History: Mark VII Aquila/Imperator armor that had been painted white previously. Unknown know who may have worn it before. It's been kept in repair and there are some runes etched on the inside of the breastplate that supposedly confer protection.

Description: Aldaric looks pretty decent, aside for one bionic eye. His left eye is blue, and he has light colored skin and somewhat long, thick silver hair. He looks about 40 to 45 in age, pretty standard for being hundreds of years old. A scar over the right eye suggests what might have happened to it in the past.

Skills: Being a tactical marine, Aldaric is proficient with a wide range of weapons. He's more than decent with range weapons and prefers them since their use usually allows a wider field of vision. His excellent awareness skill has saved him and those close to him many times. Aldaric is literate, and he has unique familiarity with fighting Tyranid among other foes.

History: Aldaric was recruited from a deathworld that basically had dragons on it. Human populations had to band together and work with each other to defend themselves against the great beasts. Among them, young Aldaric was a knight who's duty it was to hunt and slay the enemy. Driven with lethal rage, he organized a small band to avenge a devastating attack on his home city that had resulted in the death of his entire family. He was the last man standing with the pelt of the black dragon, Felblaze, in his hand when a representative of the Dark Angels revealed himself. Aldaric had been judged worthy of the opportunity to fight and defend more people, to be part of a new family, and with nothing left to hold him back, he accepted. Aldaric forwent his former family name and changed it to Felbane, as a threat to all the new dragons he would slay.

Having survived the training and transformation into a space marine, Aldaric spent several centuries in service of the Emperor and mankind. Most recently, he fought in the Third Tyrannic War on Tarsis Ultra against the Hive Fleet Leviathan alongside Ultramarines, Mortifactors, several other chapters, and a Deathwatch kill team. Very many lives were lost, but the contingent was vital in stopping about half the Leviathon fleet from advancing into the Milky Way.

The reasons why Aldaric Felbane was tithed to the Deathwatch are unknown, but being one of the few to survive at Tarsis Ultra was probably a factor. His long years of experience and success in the Angels of Absolution had risen him to company master. His loss will be felt.

Being so selected is not seen so much an honor to the Dark Angels subchapters as it is a cause for grief and foreboding. Aldaric doesn't understand the basis for Imperial militaristic machinations, but he obeys, holding to the promise that he is needed to prevent the death of mankind.

Equipment and Armament: Stalker Pattern Bolter, powersword, grenades.

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The impact was relatively cushy as the Caestus rammed into the side of the Dark Eldar raiders' lead ship. Aldaric waited impatiently as the mechanical countdown finished and the doors dropped open to form a heavy ramp onto the floor of an empty lower corridor in the abhorrent xenos' vessel. Heartening words rang over the killteam's vox communicators. Fear however, was not a problem. They had their orders, which were to rapidly ascend to the bridge and dispatch the raiding party's leadership, thus routing the rest of the foolish Dark Eldar who had unwittingly attacked the Imperium's specialized xeno-hunting taskforce mid-space. Educating these xeno scum would be most satisfying indeed.

The killteam that had been sent to this task however, was nacent. The Deathwatch captain was present in communication only, having said nothing of individual responsibilities in the field or provided any hint of on-the-ground organization or tactics. They were all equal now, brothers, and they had to figure this one out on their own.

Aldaric found the lack of immediate clarity in what their individual actions were to be irritating, but there was no time to get to know each other. Quickly, even before they made contact, he considered each of their chosen armaments and began to rationalize their best use based on that and what little he knew of his new teammates. It was a roll of the dice how any of this was about to go.

Draskal had already stepped out to investigate the corridor when Aldaric's suspensory device finally released him. Once freed, the impatient former captain immediately went to work on what he saw was their greatest problem at the moment, the lack of a plan.

"We're clear." Stated the space marine who was more machine than man.

Aldaric noted the floating familiar by his side which he had used to safely enhance his sight. Drascal also had ranged weapons, which would be far more useful on the inside of a spacecraft than his missle launcher, more than likely. A quick glance around spotted a stormshield, carried by Victor Ironmarch, certainly a most useful bulwark. There was Sirren with a mighty chainsword, Zaphiel with a combi-flamer, and Kurt with his much lighter armor and potential vulnerability.

Aldaric's brow furrowed seriously above his mechanical left eye as he scrutinized. The team's hesitation was killing him, the moment of quiet was an inferno of infuriation. Finally, unable to stand for it any longer, he simply, acted. Holding his own sniper bolter at the ready, he turn to those he named specifically. "Victor. Drascal. I want you two to take point. Find their bridge. Sorrow, you're behind them to provide cover as needed. As soon as we clear an area, Draskal can blow up the next door so we can move in..."

Aldaric didn't bother with apologies or any statements of the obvious. He simply did what he had always done. It was his job, his role, and he expected no recognition for it. There was a gap that needed to be filled, and he simply provided the spackle. He had no idea whether or not he would be heeded, or hated, but he went on regardless. "We will be moving fast, so Kurtis, I need you specifically to call 'in-back' if anything pursues us from that direction. As for the rest of us, do what you do best and eliminate all hostiles." Aldaric knew that only experience would show each of their strengths and weaknesses. He primed his weapon and began moving down the left hall, letting the anger at his enemies fill his heart and drive his resolve. "We rally on Zaphiel if we get separated, so keep track of him at all times. Speed is of the essence brothers. Let us show these xenos how a proper assault is conducted."

There was no rational for sneaking around. This would be a guns-blazing, blitzkrieg assault, one that the enemy was hopefully completely unprepared for.

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The orders to prepare for boarding actions had been rather unexpected, but were not altogether unwelcome. Zaphiel had been eagerly awaiting to unleash the Emperor's Fury upon heretical Xenos, but he was certainly not expecting an encounter with the Dark Eldar, especially given the nature of their vessel in question. Ultimately he chalked it up to Xeno incompetence inherent within their races, and prepared for action.

The Caestus Assault Ram was filled to the brim with members of the greenhorn Kill-Team. Zaphiel rested his bolter across his legs, the dim glow of his Rosarius power field emitting blue light across the interior of the small vessel. Zaphiel held the religious charm in one hand, offering a prayer to the God-Emperor, asking for protection and strength to be granted to them all in the coming battle. Though not many chapters viewed the Emperor as a holy figure of worship, Zaphiel spoke this prayer out loud, hoping that at the very least, thoughts of the Emperor would ease any tension in the mind of his Battle-Brothers.

As the doors to the Assault Ram hissed open, and Drascal moved to secure the immediate area, Zaphiel did one last quick check of his weaponry, before preparing to disembark with the others. Aldaric seized the opportunity to take command of the situation, which was a commendable act, given the lack of any real command structure as of yet, and so Zaphiel had no qualms about following his orders.

"Victor. Drascal. I want you two to take point. Find their bridge. Sorrow, you're behind them to provide cover as needed. As soon as we clear an area, Draskal can blow up the next door so we can move in... "We will be moving fast, so Kurtis, I need you specifically to call 'in-back' if anything pursues us from that direction. As for the rest of us, do what you do best and eliminate all hostiles. "We rally on Zaphiel if we get separated, so keep track of him at all times. Speed is of the essence brothers. Let us show these xenos how a proper assault is conducted."

As Aldaric finished speaking, Zaphiel spoke with a firm "Acknowledged." to confirm his willingness to accept the current structure of the unit. Stepping out into the Xenos ship with the others, Zaphiel took his place in the formation, eager to begin his Emperor-given task.

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Victar was quick to exit the pod holding the team and board the ship they had been ordered to purge. Finding the helm would be difficult, given that he was particularly unfamiliar with the ships design and layout, but those were things you learned by experiencing them firsthand. Stormshield in his left, boltor pistol in his right, he took up positon in front of the nearest doorway as the other members of the squad exited. In tight quarters, his jump pack would be detrimental, but perhaps there would be a proper time and place for it. For now it was simply a reassuring weight strapped to his back.

Glancing over at Draksal as the order was given for the two to take point, Victar nodded and kept his shield up and at the ready.

"Understood." Was all he said. When the others were ready, he would march forward. The glory of first blood would be his.

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Sorrow had taken place in his solitary seat without comment or complaint. It was his burden to be a Blackshield and he would carry it silently, even if it hurt to be deliberately separated from his new companions. Memories of previous boarding actions and scenes of combat with his former Chapter flitted through his mind's eye and Sorrow grasped the grip of his bolter tightly. It was an ancient specimen, the least advanced and prestigious of such weapons he had been able to find in the Deathwatch's armory. It would not do to fulfill his journey of penance with artificer gear.

As the boarding ramp opened and his battle-brothers disembarked, Sorrow turned to heed Aldaric's orders immediately. The FFI systems inside his helmet identified his fellows with small nametags that popped up on his HUD, and Sorrow positioned himself to be behind Victar and Draksal, bolter at the ready. He found himself standing next to the Chaplain, Zaphiel. The religious fervor of the Black Templars was a little alien to Sorrow, but he had begun to understand lately that it was comforting to place one's trust in the higher power of the God-Emperor... and, perhaps, a chance for salvation in whatever waited for him beyond the veil of death.

"Acknowledged and in position. The Emperor protects," Sorrow whispered over the squad's vox-comms.

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Suddenly, one of the pipes along the damaged wall burst and started shooting fumes into the corridor. Powerarmor cogitators immediately identified the vapors spectroscopicly as steam, but it could have been anything noxious on a xeno vessel. It was a sign to gtfo before this corridor caught fire for whatever reason.

"Killteam advance!" Everyone was in position, and with eyes on Drascal and Victor, Aldaric gave the order to move. Sounds were already moving toward them from in front, and now the view in back was obscured by white clouds. There was little time before the Dark Eldar realized that they had been boarded. A stormshield and bolterfire would be the first and possibly only thing the xenos would witness before hitting the floor.


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Death Korp Trooper Number:
Trooper 17431

Appearance:

Height:
5'6"

Age:
27

Sex:
Male

Class:
Death Korp Grenadier

Equipment:
- Type XIV Lasgun (Heavy) -
Also known as a Hellgun or, more rarely, a Hotshot lasgun, the Type XIV (Heavy) is the standard issue weapon for all Grenadiers serving in Death Korp regiments. They are, at least by the Grenadiers themselves, intensely disliked due to perceived unreliability in the field during extended operations and a Krieger's general preference for the default Type XIV Lasgun (More commonly known outside of Krieg as the Lucian Pattern Lasgun). However, with the proper maintence that each Grenadier performs routinely, the weapon performs its intended role as a high power Lasgun, capable of punching through heavier armor and providing, on full auto, a withering rate of fire. The Type XIV (Heavy) utilizes a backpack unit to power it, and a Quick Recharge Generator included in the backpack unit is generally overtaxed, due to the design of the weapon and its power output. Ansgar, like many Grenadiers, would have preferred a Type XIV Lasgun over the Heavy variant, but as a Grenadier, he is required to carry it.

- Grenadier Carapace Armor -
Intended for deployment where the fighting is fiercest, Death Korps Grenadiers are equipped with heavy Carapace Armour that has been integrated into the standard Krieg kit. This comprises the Mark IX helmet, a rebreather facemask, three-piece shoulder guards, a chest plate with additional abdomen plates and shin and knee guards. All are made of Plasteel and reinforced with a layer of Ceramite for additional strength, heat resistance and weight reduction. The armor, coupled with uniform and Type XIV Lasgun (Heavy) makes a very heavy loadout, adding in the miscellaneous equipment they carry as well, however, the protection is vastly appreciated by the Grenadiers in general, due to their role as the leading edge in storming trenches and hostile emplacements, needing the protection to get close enough to do their jobs, not so much concerned with survival.

- Explosives -
As his former squads Demolitions expert, Ansgar carried the standard explosives load out alongside extra tools, for when the Engineers could not keep up with the assault but were preoccupied elsewhere. Besides several Frag and Krak grenades, Ansgar also has several demolition charges, rated for taking out hardened bunkers when put in place. Ansgar modified the charges so that, in a hurry, he can pull a detonation cable and heave the charge at a target, the normally delicate and precise procedure for arming the charges ditched in favor of emergency target removal. And, as a Krieg Engineer before he was assigned as a Grenadier, he has learned to build improvised explosives that served him well in the trenches when supplies on conventional explosives were running short, as well as utilize Chemical weapons safely.

- Melee Gear -
Ansgar carries two weapons for melee combat, one obligatory and the other actually used. The obligatory is his bayonet, which the Type XIV Lasgun (Heavy) lacks a mount for, another reason it remains unpopular among Grenadiers, and typically serves as much as a tool and last resort weapon than anything else. His actual go to is a Entrenching Tool, edges sharpened to allow him to carve through hostiles as well as bludgeon them, and retain the intended purpose of digging trenches and other necessary fighting positions.

Notable Deeds:
- Tyranid Assault on Thresis IV -
Raised from birth to be a Death Korp Engineer, Ansgar Staudinger, or known by his Trooper designation 17431, will never state when he was sent to war, something that tends to bother people who ask that are outsiders to Krieg and their necessary methods of providing the Imperium the soldiers it needs. Assigned fresh to an Engineering Platoon, Ansgar would spend a great deal of time digging trenches and laying mines in the defense of a Shrine World, Thresis IV, directly in the path of a Tyranid Hive Fleet Splinter. The Tyranids, despite being vastly reduced in numbers compared to a true Hive Fleet, descended like mad locusts, slaughtering over 90% of the Death Korp forces deployed on the planet. Of that 10%, Ansgar Staudinger was one of the survivors, the only from his platoon, found near death after turning an entire trench line into a raging biochemical inferno, equal parts fire and chemical weapon that was effective on the Tyranids. Sharing the compound make up with other Death Korp Engineers, the biochemical fire was used to great extent to halt and drive back the Tyranids, making the then rookie Staudinger's trial by fire a literal, and resounding, success.

- Nightmares Beneath Thrasis II -
As part of the Thrasis campaign his regiment was assigned to, and the arrival of Tyranid complicating greatly, Ansgar Staudinger was deployed with a fresh Engineering platoon to assist in the breaking of a siege on Chaos held factories on the system's forge world, Thrasis II. Utilizing conventional tunneling and, when they detected they were almost at the entry point, Hades Breaching Drill, to punch into the Chaos held Foundry, Ansgar and his fellow Guardsmen stumbled into something straight out of the most feverish of a heretic's nightmares. The Warp had bled over into the belly of the foundry, with daemons and mutants in equal measures assaulting the woefully unprepared Krieg Guardsmen. However, they had a job to do, and they were able to hold their ground, keeping a secure tunnel long enough for support to arrive and push deep enough into the Chaos corrupted foundry, to the dark heart and plant enough explosives for the resulting explosion spotted from orbit. Whether it was the sheer amount of explosives put in place, or partially due to Chaos corruption was never decided. However, as one of the only survivors again by virtue of Luck or being Blessed, Ansgar was reassigned by a surviving Commissar to the Death Korp Grenadiers.

- Hellscape of Thrasis I -
Nearing the end of the Thrasis System Campaign, Ansgar found himself a freshly minted Grenadier, no longer an Engineer although he often worked closely with them during breaching actions against enemy defensive lines. However, upon touching down on Thrasis I, the Kriegers found something unlike anything anyone could be prepared for. The Foundry was merely a foretaste of what was to come, as planet spanning rituals had allowed the Warp to taint and corrupt great stretches of the planet, forcing Guard forces to struggle through conventional defenses one day, and make a mad dash through Daemon infested hellscapes that should not be the next. What Ansgar refuses to mention to a soul, due to an oath he was put under at the end of the conflict, was the arrival of Grey Knights, of the Emperor's most holy Ordos Malleus. Alongside Adeptus Sororitas support, which Ansgar learned to have a deep, healthy respect for, the combined arms forces stormed the capital of Thrasis I, a den of pure evil and corruption that made the rest of the planet look like a Shrine World in comparison. Once again, whether by luck or the Emperor's own intervention, Ansgar found himself as one of the only Grenadiers, and Krieger's period, to survive the assaults into the city, arriving at the Hall of Governing as it had been christened during Thrasis I's founding as a colony, only to find horrors so unspeakable even the Krieg born Grenadier refuses to speak of them now. But, between the Grey Knights and Sisters of Battle alongside his own humble contributions at that point, which mostly consisted of survival, Ansgar lived to see the end of the hellish campaign on Thrasis I. With literally no regiment to return to, and having become aware of the most secretive of Space Marine chapters, it was decided to induct him into the Inquisition, sending him to serve where needed most.

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The White Scar moved along with the group much as he had done for pretty much the entire mission thus far, his HUD highlighting both recently arrived allies as well as potential foes, shielding his eyes from muzzle flashes and psychic flickers of otherworldly powers, and heightening his already considerable senses.

He watched silently and somewhat sullenly as the Greenskins were picked apart once more by the surrounding mortals, the only thing surprising him being the presence of the Mechanicus group – this was a Titan however, and therefore their arrival was not entirely unlooked for.

Where would this Titan or indeed facility be without the red-robed protectors?

As he saw the Orks actually withdraw, or die, he felt a pang of disappointment in his blood.

Where to now?

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Once the sound of gunfire had been silenced and the smoke had cleared from the hallway, Aviza took a few steps forward and knelt down next to what little was left of the Weird Boys body. Pulling out a knife that could have been mistaken for a surgical tool, Aviza inspected the wound upon the Xeno. After some poking and prodding, she apparently hit some sort of artery due to the spray of blood that ended up all over the front of Aviza's armor. This of course did not bother her, she was use to having someone elses blood painted upon her armor at the end of a battle.

"Multiple severe burns and lacerations upon the body, this is separate from the damage that Archaeo-technology weapon did." said Aviza before standing up and making her way over to the Tech-Priestess and her troops. With a slight wave of her left hand, Aviza properly introduced herself. "Tech-Priestess Malig I presume? The pleasure is mine, I am Ophelian Celestian of the Order of the Ebon Shroud. As of now, I am the groups active leader untill being relived of my position. I will explain more about the current situation once we have all regrouped."

Behind the Tech-Priestess, Adrianne stood upon her vantage point, yelling down at the group below. Aviza looked over the Tech-Priestesses left shoulder and raised an eyebrow at the ever charismatic Psyker. "Pardon me for a moment, Tech-Priestess Mailg." Moving past Malig, Aviza motioned for Adrianne to join them down upon the first floor of the forge. "Where are the others Adrianne? Are they still inside of the control room for the Titan?" Aviza did not wait for an answer, she quickly switched on her com and spoke into it, hoping to locate the rest of her retinue, which had significantly grown in size. "Vala and Ansgar, regroup at my position immediately for a briefing on what we found and orders on our next move."

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With a curt nod, the Krieger entered the elevator and hit the button that would get them off the elevator as soon as physically possible. Once the tech heretic was on, he would send the elevator down to its earliest possible point to stop that was not the command deck, las pistol raised just in case they would run right into Orks or any other potential trouble. Nothing, it seems the Orks were either dead or just not in their way currently, which was a shame since purging the foul greenskins would be a welcome reprieve from simply sitting in the command deck and simply planning things out. He'd rather be stuck in fighting than simply standing back and planning, sending men to die, and being generally an officer. But he went where the Emperor willed, and would lay his life down wherever that would be. As the two began moving, Vala would get the message from the Celestian and, once informed of the change of destination, altered their course without question. The Krieger was a silent companion, the only noise apparent was the sound of boots on the ground and the quiet breathing through his rebreather as they caught up to the others after a short period of time navigating the Forge.

"Ma'am, reporting for continued operations. Recommend heading for Hanger Twelve and proceeding by land from there." At that point, the Techpriestess Malig stepped in, her voice drowning out the Krieger before he could continue with anything else he was going to say. His response was unreadable, though like most sane people, he would probably not be terribly pleased with the Techpriestess just casually stamping out anything else he had to say. "Optimal way back to the city would be via Cargo Storage Seven-Oh-One. Guard issue vehicles will carry us back from there, and avoid interference of surface side Orks." With that, the Techpriestess and her handful of Skitarii and Tech Guard would, after confirming with the Celestian that the plan was the wisest one for the two groups, lead them down several service tunnels that would bypass malfunctioning Turrets and wandering Orks to shortly arrive in the aforementioned Cargo Storage.

Sure enough, there was a spare Chimera transport, as well as a Rhino which the Techpriestess would head towards. "I will operate the Rhino, the Tech Guard will also ride with me. Apothecary, Celestian, you are welcome to join as well. Recommend the others join the Skitarii in the Chimera." Ansgar had already boarded the Chimera, taking over the drivers seat, much to the potential chagrin of any of those stuck riding with him. "I will operate the Chimera and lead the convoy. It is better armed than the Rhino currently is. Arbites, hull gunner. Mercenary, turret gun. Skitarii, firing ports in the back." The Skitarii, after confirming that the Krieger's orders were valid, took up positions within the firing points within the Chimera's transport space and, once everyone was in place, Ansgar took off in a very aggressive manner, setting the tone for the passenger's ride to the city.

Moving along at a brisk pace, Ansgar was scanning ahead of them as the tunnel lights snapped on ahead of them, illuminating the stark cargo tunnel that was used to ferry goods and materials between the Forge and the city itself. Empty and abandoned, which when there was several abandoned vehicles around a service off shoot, Ansgar brought the Chimera to a halt, using the Chimera's built in vox to communicate with the rest of the assembled Imperials. "Ma'am, several civilian vehicles are encircling a service tunnel, recently abandoned from what I can tell from here." The Techpriestess, from her position in the Rhino, chimed in to add to the confusion of the situation at hand. "After the Ork arrival, the tunnel was banned to use outside of vital need. No civilian craft should be here. It would warrant further investigation, given the situation at the Forge." At that point, several shadowy figures could be seen moving behind the vehicles, which would register on the auspex's available in both vehicles, something that would be relayed by both the Techpriestess and Krieger at the same time.


[System]
Age: 28
Height: 5'10
Weight: 210 Ibs
Path: Hikari

Position: Headmaster

Weapon:

(Double katanas)

Appearance:

Personality:
As headmaster of the Shaolin Academy and is within the bloodline of legendary Hikari master, Junichi, Sin'chi is a humble individual. It takes a lot to get him angry, unless he is up against a challenging opponent. Usually he is quite calm and can tolerate most of the students' bad behaviors. He is also quiet; a lot of the times keeps to himself in his office for unknown reasons and only really emerges if he has something important to say.

Biography:
The bloodline of legendary Hikari master, Junichi Saburo runs through his veins. Though he has never seen him in person he has heard a lot of stories about his ancestor. He attended the academy at the age of fourteen and graduated at eighteen. Before that, he was working at a local bakery while practicing martial arts on the side. People would describe him as quiet, but intimidating. He always had a look on his face that looked important; as if he was constantly bothered by something but never tried to express how he was feeling. After the bakery, his father pushed him to attend the Shaolin Academy full time. After he graduated, he was offered a position as a teaching assistant due to his remarkable skills with the katana and magic use. He refused and decided to go back home where he would spend most of his time until he reached the age of twenty-four. He made the decision to go back to the Shaolin Academy and apply for the headmaster position. Each candidate was put to battle with one another and none of them stood a chance. He became headmaster and received immediate respect from the instructors and other students who know of his blood ties and remarkable fighting ability. He is now twenty-eight years of age, making him the youngest headmaster there ever was at the academy.

Martial Art Style (Name and descriptions for each.)
1.) Double-sword Kenjutsu – A form of duel wielding sword fighting.
2.) Jeet Kune Do – A fighting style incorporating kung fu, fencing and boxing.

Magic Style (Name and descriptions for each.)
1.) Light Manipulation – The ability to create, shape and manipulate visible light.
2.) Energy Physiology – The ability transform into or have a physical body made up of pure energy.
3.) Transcendent Angel Physiology – The ability to transform into an angelic being of fierce power.

Character Rank: D
Missions Completed: 0

[User]
Hajime saw Kaori's attempt at manifesting her energy well enough to be able to walk on other surfaces and failed. He said to her.

"Kaori, you did not try hard enough. Your body was not relaxed well enough and your mental state was not in a position to succeed. In battle, you would lose definitely. Try again." He said to her.

Then he watched as yet another new student arrived though this disappointed him he instead had Yori come up and perform what he instructed the class to do. He briefly gave Yori a summary of what he wanted him to do.

But it was astounding watching Yaozu hone his energy. Out of all the students he has seen before, he was the only one who was able to produce a visible aura on the first try. There was a lot of potential with this one.

Sadly…he could not say the same about Hanzo. As the boy came up to him and spoke, Hajime saw something within the boy's eyes that did not seem pleasant. He seemed overly confident at the most and he kept to himself most of the time.

Hmmm…he thought.

He walked over to Hanzo after he sat down and said…

"Then you must leave. I will not tolerate incompetence. You are here to learn, are you not? If you are not, then why are you here? Straighten up…or leave." He finally said, narrowing his eyes into the boy's pupils without blinking.

[Assistant]
"Wow, this teacher's a strict one...Doesn't really help that he didn't explain how to do this thing before doing it", muttered Hikaru.

The technique, or whatever this was supposed to be, was much easier seen than done for Hikaru. All he saw was a guy walking on the wall, and then the ceiling. He had some idea of how to something. For a moment, he just continued to stare at the wall. He had no idea what to do. It was a wall, not a floor. Unless he wanted them to think of it as a floor. Hikaru shook his head at the thought. It probably isn't as simple.

Hikaru pondered on what to do. He considered just trying it out, but with the fact that he didn't know what he was doing still in his head, he would just look even more like an idiot. This was exactly as difficult as he thought it would be...or maybe not. Maybe he was overthinking it.

With a frustrated sigh, he started gripping his head, trying to figure it out, ending his little thinking rage with yet another sigh.

What was it that he said to do? 'Relax your body and mental state?'...Something about a battle...scolding the other guy that just stated that he was going to be completely dedicated to learning and success...Man, this first day's bringing out my worst thoughts. This does not bode well for the future.

It took another moment of frustrated thinking before he just gave up. He looked up at the wall, and just decided to do the next best thing. Within a moment, Hikaru ran up the wall and onto the ceiling from where he once stood, hoping that the large chance of him injuring himself would force his instincts to do the job for him. When he looked up toward the floor, he realized that this was a bad idea.

However, it was not a fruitless one. For a second, nothing much to consider that good, a small spark of light kept him from falling, but in the end, he ended up crashing into one of the desks.

Hikaru rubbed his head as he got up.

"Ow..."

[User]
Watching the others make their attempts, Amy was a little amazed by her sensei and her classmates. They were definitely pretty strong, though the first one to attempt appeared to have messed up, and the most recent one had probably hurt himself. She made her way over and knelt down, gently touching his arm and allowing her aura to briefly manifest as she made use of her power to heal, hopefully alleviating any bruises. After that, she said gingerly "Be careful, make sure not to get hurt. It's no good training if you're too banged up to learn from it."This was definitely odd, and that first girl bothered her a little more than this guy, at least he'd gone for it and messed up big while she'd 'shorted out'. However, that was alright, sensei had told her what she did wrong and they were all students for a reason, and it wasn't because they were masters. Then, however, Hanzo made his big schpiel, about how he didn't care about anyone and how he was "the student of the establishment", and this made Amy frown in disappointment. The guy was just a student like the rest of them, not an invincible island. Did he understand that this way he wanted it, to be alone, wasn't the way to real strength? Real strength lay in belief in one's purpose, and belief in one's comrades in arms. That was what her father had always taught, that was what her mentor had always taught, and that was what she believed with all her heart. She wanted to gain the strength to match her convictions, so she could always protect the ones she cared about, so she'd never lose anyone.

That said, she decided it was her turn to step up, and slowly made her way to the wall. She shut her eyes for a moment and focused on the energy that flowed through her, the very energy of her own strength, and gently beckoned it outwards. Just like when she used her power to heal, or her power to aid an ally, she could feel it manifesting. Her powers to heal, her power to make others stronger, they were based in her own energy, not the energy of the light around her, and it was that same energy that now bolstered her. Unlike Yaozu's, her aura was gentle and controlled, and unlike sensei's it was not bright and filling the room. As her eyes opened, a soft glow back-lit them as a gentle blue glow began emitting from her body, slowly growing brighter as Amy focused her energy. Amy gingerly stepped onto the wall, though her balance wasn't ideal at first she was, at the very least, completely confident in herself. She stepped further up the wall, her balance growing with her own self-assurance as she walked. When she stepped onto the ceiling, she dared to move at a fast walk for but a moment before slowing back to the easy gait she'd held.

After she'd taken a lap or two about the ceiling, she gingerly descended the wall and gave a dry smile, saying "Not so bad if you think vertically." Her bad joke aside, she quietly made her way back to her seat and sat down. She didn't quite relax, but she at least gave off a far different aura than before. While before it had been a literal aura of light, now it was far more figurative. Just looking at her, one could tell she felt re-assured, that her confidence had been bolstered. Amy now knew, for certain, she could at least keep the pace with her classmates, and for now that was enough. Though, she hoped to one day be the best martial artist around, so that she could protect everybody and never lose, but for now, she was content to match the others in her class in ability and dedication.

[Assistant]
"Hai, hai," he replied carefreely as he walked up to the front of the classroom at the Headmaster's instruction. Yori couldn't help but smile at the task at hand and he nodded in understanding. "Oh, impressive," Yori murmured as he watched the latest student attempt the given task, purple tendrils bursting into flames that wrapped the boy's body. He might have continued to watch the student's performance if something hadn't caught his attention instead.

Namely a student demanded the teacher's attention. His eyebrows climbed at the boy's words and he didn't even bother to try to contain his laughter when the other student addressed the class as a whole. "Oh this is rich. What privileged family did you crawl out of?" It was completely laughable that this kid thought anyone would look to him automatically, much less after such arrogant words had been said. Well his chirping aside, it seemed like the Headmaster didn't care for such an attitude either.

His attention returned just to see the successful student drop from the ceiling and he offered a light clap. Yori felt it was always nice to see others succeed and he watched as the next student prepared to take the task. He would admit he was a bit surprised by how the other male went about the task, even if it did garner him success for a moment. Of course, it was short lived and Yori scratched at the back of his head as the crash echoed through the classroom for a moment. He seemed a bit bruised and battered, but one of their classmates was already taking care of him so it couldn't be all that bad. Having arrived the latest, he naturally waited and let her go before him after she was done the treatment.

Like the first student he had seen, she seemed to have little trouble with the task given by the headmaster. Similarly, he offered a light clap when she finished getting a feel for the technique and dropped back down. Given there weren't any other takers at the moment, Yori figured it was now his turn. He tapped his foot for a few moments in quiet deliberation, but shrugged in the end. He wouldn't play all his cards at the moment, but it never hurt to show off a bit. Energy control? He lived and breathed it.

Subtle, he was not. With a sharp breath, a misty shroud flared into existence around Yori in an instant, tinged light blue but only barely. It swirled violently for a moment, before it calmed down and simply wrapped around his figure, obscuring him slightly. A smile graced his lips at the energizing sensation before he jumped, tapped the ceiling with a palm, and stayed there. He swung his legs up, planted them against the ceiling, released his hand, and fell down until he hung upside down and faced the other students. "Sorry I was late, but Shinya, Yori. Just call me Yori." With a slight, "Hup," he hopped, flipped about, and landed back on the floor as his aura disappeared almost immediately.

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Hanzõ opened his eyes slowly when the Headmaster addressed him. Then he stood up and looked right back into his eyes, without a blink or hesitation. His lips begun forming wider smile and he let's out a small laugh then."Good Headmaster, do not get me wrong." He then begun to talk calmly."I meant no such disrespect towards you. I am indeed here to study. What I study, now that is a different matter. What you can teach me, is another." He shakes his head slightly, never breaking the eye contact with the Headmaster."You do not tolerate incompetence you say. That is respectable feature in a person such as you. You will see, Sensei, that it is not I you need to watch over while here." He breaks the eye contact for split second to glance over at the rest of his classmates and then focuses them back into his eyes."Yes, instead of worrying about me, Headmaster...there are others that will need your guidance right now. Granted that you are able to provide them with such..luxury." He chuckles slightly and licks his dry lips slowly."After all, a student with a broken neck is not much of a student, aren't I correct, Sensei?"

He walks past the man and joins the rest of the class with light, quiet steps. He turns to see the Headmaster then and flashes a small smile, his eyes closing. His aura becomes visible, dark, nearly black one it was, then he leaps up, flips in the air and lands against the ceiling on his feet, his back now turned to the Headmaster once more, he bends his back and tilts his head backwards, looks at the male in the eyes, for a split second they seemed black as the darkest night, but only for such a short time. Hanzõ smiles at the man, and jumps down, landing gracefully and straightening his Gi then."But, after all, Sensei." He starts speaking and let's out a single cough."It would be foolish to show confidence with no proof for the right for it." He bows yet again flawlessly and his aura turns dark purple.

[Assistant]
[Day 1 - Monday - 10:30 am]

While the other students were practicing their technique, it was almost as if the exchanges he and Hanzo had reduced the sound in the rest of the room. For a quick second he saw Akihiko flash behind the boy with the both of them staring directly at him. He shook his head while Hanzo continued talking to him, his every word seemed to hit home with Hajime. There was something inside this kid that was much stronger and much different than the other students. After he demonstrated his energy…even his power felt different. Who was this kid? For some reason Hajime wanted to kill him but to him, he was just a kid with remarkable power. The entire time Hanzo stood on the ceiling, Hajime narrowed his eyes at Hanzo's desk. The boy has gotten under his skin. Finally, he sighed and perhaps thought that he was thinking of it too hard. But the visions of being a vanguard will sometimes create fake illusions…therefore; he decided to brush any thoughts he had of Hanzo off, somewhat.

Turning back around to everyone who succeeded and failed he watched the clock above the chalk board.

"Class dismissed." He said.

Sin'chi walked to his own desk and started fiddling around with some papers.