[System]
Eyrie Schemacloves

Personal Dossier

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Age

18

Gender

Female

Origin

Boletus, Kepler System

Appearance

Usually, Eyrie's clothes consist of long-sleeved shirts that hide the skin up to her wrists, yet she doesn't attempt to conceal her legs in a similar manner, donning skirts when she's able to instead. Though her outfits commonly exhibit desaturated colors, mostly shades of grey and dark blues, the brightly red-framed glasses that sit upon her nose draw attention to her snow white hair and dull green eyes. The only significant features of her appearance.

Personality

Eyrie is an optimist. A gross overestimation, but the closest word to how she sees the world. It isn't confidence that drives her thinking, as her ability to argue is next to non-existent, nor is it an overestimation of the future, which would've been a symptom of pride. Rather, Eyrie merely believes that things will eventually sort themselves out, a baseless hope that allows her to get through each day. No matter what happens, no matter the struggles, the future is always capable of bringing light into her world. Any victory, no matter how small, is a victory, and she will treasure every single one.

Background Information

On Boletus, a world where a bigger population than most results in bigger problems, The Schemacloves family barely scraped by. Living day by day, paycheck to paycheck, the young Eyrie was merely happy to be alive. To her, they had everything they ever needed, no matter if she would sometimes have birthdays go by uncelebrated or merely acknowledged with a cupcake and a single candle. Her parents worked hard, she could understand that, and the discomfort of a usually empty household was worth the happy moments that lightly sprinkled her life.

She did not expect the sudden bomb dropped upon her a certain night, that she would be shipped to a different system to study in the most prestegious school in the known universe. Eyrie couldn't imagine a world outside of the city she lived in her entire life, yet she knew any sort of disagreement would be met with indignation, merely by the unsettling light within her parent's eyes. A desperate air that rolled around their home, an atmosphere she purposely ignored every time she heard the shouting in the middle of the night about bills and impossible future plans. Something she understood, deep down, was somehow her fault.

So when they asked, no, commanded her to excell at Taiyōtawa Academy, all Eyrie could do was bow her head in defference, no matter the emotions that swirled within her gut.
Attributes & Other Information

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Coordinator Type

Tactical Coordinator

Coordination Profile

Awareness | ■■■□□
Composure | ■■■■□
Endurance | ■■□□□
Instinct | ■■■■□
Intellect | ■■□□

[User]
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"Ugh."

The sound came out unwillingly, the brunette holding a hand over her mouth as she squeezed her eyes shut. The first and last bite of these 'meals' were always the hardest in the girl's opinion, but at the very least she was able to stuff them down without throwing up at this point. She naively believed after a month she'd get used to it, but honestly, the tasteless meals just made her depressed whenever it was mealtime. The only silver lining was that she was probably thinner than ever, but she had to admit it came at a price too great. Would it really be too much to make this stuff have some kind of flavor?

Aurora placed down her utensils, more relieved that she was finished. The smart thing to do was to probably get started on her assignment; the science side of being a coordinator was definitely a weakness of hers. Sure, she was brilliant of course, but actually sitting down and writing out these assignments bored her to death. Not that she'd let that stop her, but it did require giving herself a pep talk anytime just to start. If only she was back in high school where she had droves of nerds willing to do her assignments for her again.

Clucking her tongue at the thought, the brunette decided to take her leave; there wasn't any point in dawdling in a sea of strangers. Maybe she should take some of her pent-up energy and actually try to get to know someone, but no one really caught her attention. Well, there was Erik Nyqvist-Åkerfeldt, the adopted son of Dr. Øystein Åkerfeldt, but it wasn't like she was familiar with him. The two had met in passing some time ago at a fundraiser but barely exchanged pleasantries. He was definitely cute, yes, and she would give him some credit in that he was certainly enthusiastic when it came to anything involving the Valkyries. But she wasn't looking for a lecture, she was looking for fun.

No sooner had she let out a tiny sigh of exasperation when she spotted a dark-haired boy staring down at something. That one was in her class, too, wasn't he? She wracked her brain for a name, eventually landing on Sirius. Not that she remembered his last name, but as far as she was aware, it wasn't relevant. What was relevant was that she was very much a fan of the tall, dark, and handsome type. He looked annoyed at something, but that could easily be remedied.

With her mind made up, Aurora disposed of her tray before confidently taking a seat across from the boy. Resting her elbows on the table and her chin in her hands, she put on her best smile. "No need to get so worked up, here I am. Don't worry, you still have two other wishes," She teased, holding back a giggle.

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[Assistant]
Sirius Leverant

Sirius wasn't sure if the disbelief made his outrage better or worse, as he seethed in the second-hand embarrassment of having invested his emotional energy into a group of losers. It was a small consolation that he hadn't put money on the match; he would need his stipend from home to continue purchasing outside food, or his rage truly would have nothing holding it back. Still, his inquiring mind needed to know just how it was possible a team with such a track record managed to botch such a simple game, and as he frantically tapped his way across the screen to find just that out, he caught sight of something—someone—in his peripheral vision.

"No need to get so worked up, here I am. Don't worry, you still have two other wishes,"

He looked up just in time to hear that, and witness the bright, bubbly smile that accompanied it. The sweetness with which it was delivered might have softened the resolve of many a male cadet. Not so for Sirius. He had known this type before, even attracted them. The green stripes on her uniform at least separated her from the average harlot in his mind. Aurora de Realis-Donati, a fellow pilot-in-training. He had gone to the lengths of memorizing at least those who would be his competition in the rankings, something those of lesser colors did not have the privilege of. But acknowledgement wasn't a shield from his wrath. He affixed her with piercing silver eyes for a long moment, expressing both disdain and perplexity at her statement as he mowed over his response. Apart from her pedigree, there wasn't so very much that separated her from the others of her ilk.

Well, aside from one thing. The vexation of his gaze changed to a certain sharpness as he came to a decision.

"You aren't the kind of cow I was wishing for."

Another piece of jerky found itself between his lips after he deadpanned those words.

[User]
Erik Nyqvist-Åkerfeldt

At the highest level of the lecture hall, an engineering student resisted the urge to yawn into his hand.

"And that will end our brief lecture on the role of mecha preceding the Valkyrie Project."

The doctor had been sure to brief him on the general curriculum of the academy before his enrollment, but he'd hoped that by thirty days into his stay at Taiyōtawa they would've at least gotten past subjects he'd already read up on years prior. From the way the vids had described it, Taiyōtawa Academy was the highest institution of learning in the entire Confederacy; where the galaxy's brightest minds flocked to determine the future of all who lived in it. So far, other than the frankly uncomfortable amount of attention he'd gotten from his teachers and classmates alike, the experience had been singularly unengaging.

While his peers all but began stampeding out of the classroom the instant the clock hit 1200, Erik listlessly opened his datapad, cycling through a number of diligently organized screens before tapping a label simply marked 'Taiyōtawa Essay'. The words had hardly left his instructor's lips before Erik was submitting the assignment and turning his datapad off once again. He hoped he'd get his results sometime over the weekend, not that it particularly mattered.

As the last student to make his way out of the classroom, Erik bowed respectfully towards the instructor and took his leave.

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If there was one thing Erik could appreciate about the academy, it was the food. Not only was it parsecs above the kind of barely edible gruel they called food on Gandvik, but there was an almost endless amount of it. He didn't understand why the rest of the student body turned their noses up at it. If they'd ever felt real hunger in their lives their tunes would change in a heartbeat. Nevertheless, unlike many others, lunch was the highlight of Erik's day. The slightest hint of a smile even crossed his lips when it was his turn in line.

If not for his concentrated effort to avoid doing it, the former orphan likely would've gotten his food all over his uniform after he found a seat on the outskirts of the cafeteria. Even then, he devoured his meal uncharacteristically swiftly when compared to most everyone else in attendance. Although he'd been one of if not the last people to enter the lunch line, he was certainly the first to make a second, and probably the only, to make a third trip. To think, Dr. Donati thought the meals would be his least favorite part of school life.

[Assistant]
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A what?

Slowly blinking her eyes, Aurora was a little confused. For one, the comparison was less than flattering--cows weren't exactly cute or nice to look at. She opened her mouth to ask before the realization hit her: he was comparing her unfavorably. But why? Was he blind? No, he wasn't if he knew what a cow looked like, but why would he say that? Every hair of hers was perfectly in place, her skin was smooth, and while the uniform wasn't the best, she didn't think it was that bad. It must have been a misunderstanding of some sorts--unless he was from some backwater planet that revered cows?

Either way, the brunette wasn't amused. She tried not to show it, but it wasn't often that she was handed an insult right off the bat like this. Was there something she had done to unintentionally insult him? Considering this was the first time they were interacting, no. She supposed the best thing to do would be to take her leave, but that would be too boring, wouldn't it? The best thing to do would be to brush it off; his type probably reveled from the attention.

Pursing her lips, Aurora made a small hum as she closed her eyes. "I suppose missing real food can do that to anyone," She mused out loud, placing her hands on the table as she thought of a way to recover. "I hope you'll forgive the intrusion, I just couldn't help myself. I think it'd be nice if we got to know each other a little better."

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[User]
 "And that will end our brief lecture on the role of mecha preceding the Valkyrie Project."

 Eyrie hadn't reacted to the professor's concluding statement as the rest of the class began to leave the classroom, eyes still locked to her datapad up until a fellow student brushed past her seat on their way to the door. Like waking from a dream, her head snapped upward from the desk, eyes blinking rapidly as she noticed the lack of people in the room aside from a couple of students slowly packing their things and a bored-looking boy still seated in his chair. Scrambling to collect her belongings, she was one of the last to rush out the door, sending the instructor a hurried "have a good day" as she passed him by.

 As she moved through the hallways, Eyrie pulled out her datapad once more, reopening it to reveal multiple windows, each of them for every single one of the subjects in her curriculum. Eyes darted across the screen and ignored their surroundings, relying entirely on muscle memory to take her to the cafeteria as she attempted to absorb as much information as possible with what little time she had. A month was a short time for most, but to Eyrie it had been the longest month of her life.

 She knew better than anyone else that the only reason she was at Taiyōtawa at all was through her parents' efforts and not her own. Unlike the naturally gifted elite who come to Taiyōtawa because it was the best the galaxy could offer, Eyrie had to work hard for every single inch she could take on the mile-long trek to graduation. Every second she didn't spend studying was a second she was wasting.

 When Eyrie entered the cafeteria, she didn't even look to see what sort of paste they had for the day as she momentarily put away her datapad to take the offered tray. All of it tasted the same to her, no matter what sort of artificial flavoring they put in it. Goop was goop. But in all honesty, it was better than the sand-encrusted leftovers that were normal on her planet, so she didn't much care what it was.

 Though she looked for a place to sit, she couldn't find an open spot. Sure, there were seats left unoccupied, but most of them were either next to tables with friend groups, reserved, or just a single spot surrounded by crowded seats. She knew, no matter how hard she tried, she wasn't going to be getting anything done with all those people around. Too much noise. Too little privacy.

 So she left, tray in hand, headed for the bathroom. Seated in a locked cubicle, she picked at her daily dose of food paste with one hand while the other interacted with her datapad, propped up to the wall on top of the toilet roll holder. It was a sad sight, and she would most certainly die of embarrassment if anyone ever saw her, but it was a necessity. She couldn't let any of her classes suffer just because she wanted to have a comfortable lunch rather than sitting cramped on a toilet with her food in her lap.

 A loud bang of something hitting the metal of a neighboring cubicle startled her, nearly causing her to squeak with surprise. Only a hand covering her mouth kept her from making her presence known as she began to hear the sounds of girly gossip. Though she couldn't see them, she guessed it was a group of four or so standing by the sink. Silently, as she began to move her spoon slowly and gently as to not make a sound that would draw their notice, Eyrie internally sighed.

 She hoped they left soon. She didn't want to miss her next class.


[System]
Gender: Female
Race: Hadrianite, although masquerading as a Chalcionese.
Age: 24
Outward appearance: Measuring at 5'5, Roze's figure is slim, curvy, and not much in the way of muscle – that the eye can see, that is; she's still got plenty of strength. Her face is younger than her years, being heart-shaped, with bright sapphire-like eyes, dimples, and delicate features, and even, mostly unmarred skin. Atop her comely face is an abundance of ebony black curls, reaching about her mid-back when she hasn't tied them up out of the way. Although slightly impractical in her line of work, she can't bring herself to cutting it short. Any scars she has retained through past battles have been on her body; most minor, but the biggest and most notable is a long, pale knife mark stretching from the base of her back, and curving around her body till it hits her mid-stomach on the left side.
Personality: Despite her somewhat dark background and hidden past, Rozalia tends to stay chipper in the line of fire. Retaining her humour, her optimism, and her wit, even in some of the darkest situations, it takes a damn lot to make her lose hope – because she is stubborn, determined, and will not go down without a fight. Not only that, but she keeps those that are dear to her safe. After the death of her entire family, she has become adamant that nothing like that would ever happen again. Almost obsessive when it comes to keeping others safe, she'll willingly throw herself into danger to prevent others getting harmed. Although this can be a definite weakness in the eyes of her enemies, she's quite happy retaining this way of thinking.
When not caught in a dire situation, she attempts to keep some form of professionalism among her betters - not that that works all the time. Speaking her mind is something common for her – a regrettable trait kept from when she was just young, not that she particularly cares. However, she is a pleasant companion to have. When not about her past, she tends to speak the truth, be it softly or harshly. It really depends on who she's talking to.

Biography: Rozalia was born as Lady Rosálie of the Jagaré family - one of seven children; the middle child, the youngest daughter. Kept safe within the empire of the Hadrianites, her family were rich, sheltered, and in good with the reigning family. In fact, Rosálie practically grew up in the palaces of the reigning family, being Hadrian VII's promised bride in the future. Things looked to be alright, for when she was young, she did not see the darkness surrounding that family, and was happy to be betrothed to a handsome man (despite the nearly 20 year age gap).
However, things turned sour rather quickly for young Rosa. As she grew, so did her knowledge of Hadrian's exploits - and she swiftly discovered traits within him that were fairly despicable and not all preferable for a future husband. Despite her pleadings, her parents kept the arranged marriage going for a good few years, up until she had reached 14 – at the point he had finished his conquering of Umeacha, and had turned his gaze to other lands; Chalcion. By this point, even Rosa's family were unsure of what sort of monster that they had affiliated themselves with, and broke off the marriage contract. Despite the fact that Rosa had obviously gone off the idea of being with him, Hadrian himself was still infatuated with her, and was enraged at the fact their marriage had been abandoned; for she was a most beautiful maiden, and he wanted her. Almost as much as his empire. To try and bring her back to him, willingly or not, he had her entire family slaughtered as traitors to the empire. Although horrified at the atrocity that he previously beloved had committed, she had been expecting something like this for a while; for years, she had privately honed her fighting skills. Unbecoming of a Lady, let alone a woman, but she was able to get the teachings she needed. She was able to escape Hadrian's guards, and flee the country in a mere fishing boat.
Once arriving at Chalcion, she continued her training with the money she had smuggled over with her. Eventually, the news of her family' slaughter became old, and was no longer talked about. Hadrian had bigger things to worry about, so attempts at finding her were abandoned in the first year of her escape. Lady Rosálie Jagaré was forgotten, and Rozalia Casador was born. As soon as Hadrian took Chalcion, she joined the ranks of Octavian, hoping to find her revenge, and return the homes of Hadrian's victims back to them.

Equipment: The standard leather armour of Octavian's army, although she's added a few small embellishments of her own. An extra strip of cloth here, something shortened there - just enough to not be obvious, but to make the armour her own. However, her weapons are far from normal; a sword and two matching daggers, both borne of the same mystical fires that exist in the furthest reaches of the lands. At least, that's what she truly believes - they are fairly unique. A stunning set of weapons, the blades and sharp, never needing to be tended to or sharpened, and the hilts are of a stunning gold colour; as strong as lead, but as light as feathers with the blades. Set into the hilt of the sword and each dagger is a gemstone. It sparkles almost unnaturally, so it is unsure of what gem it is, and where the weapons came from. All Roze knows is that she found them in a pirate's cove during one of her more rigorous training sessions, and they were supposedly able to kill anything; be it Elf or dragon. However, all she has killed is human, so she can't really put that to the test. Other than this, she has the standard bow and arrows kept with most soldiers, and various other steel daggers hidden about herself. In terms of personal items, she has nothing. She didn't want to risk anyone knowing who she was.

Skills: Is an all-round badass in terms of combat. Taking part in a grueling training since the age of 15, she's honed her skills with the blade and hand to hand. Although some way gain the upper hand over her, she has the tactical mind of a strategist to win a fight, no matter how big or strong the opponent.
She is also a keen diplomat, retained from her years as a Lady, probably. She manages to keep a cool head in most situations, managing to think of the more rational solution to a problem, as opposed to killing first, asking questions later.

Other: Enjoys singing in her spare – and alone – time; quite the lovely voice, but certainly not interested in sharing it with the world. She also has frequent nightmares, so either doesn't have much sleep, or just has more than a few drinks before laying down to sleep.

[User]
"Gods above, why are my legs so short? Go faster dammit!" Rozalia thought to herself angrily, brow furrowed in determination as she tore through the camp, arms pumping as her legs carried her as fast as they could go. Octavius needed to hear this information as soon as possible, but just as luck would have it, some bandits cut down her horse. Bastards. At the very least they wouldn't be bothering anyone else again, not if her swords had anything to say about it.
"Out of my way!" She practically bellowed at what she was certain was a superior officer as she barreled around the corner, wincing slightly at the angry yells from behind, but ignoring them anyway. There wasn't time. Lives could depend on this information.
After running full pelt for a good hour or so, she finally reached the commander's tent, in the centre of the camp. Legs trembling uncontrollably from the sudden stop, she approached the entrance, only to be pushed back by one of the soldiers positioned there.
"It's late, soldier. Why do you approach?" He began, looking down on this lower ranked woman with stern eyes.
"I have - information." She said between panting breaths. "And - I don't - give a damn - how late it is." She growled in response, momentarily forgetting herself - not that you could blame her. She was exhausted, having been at the city for a good few days, spying on the various different guard patrols in the city, practically running back without stopping, and was still suffering untended wounds from the run in she had had with the bandits. Cuts on the arms and side, they weren't particularly bad - unless you'd been sprinting a marathon with them, that was. Turning her gaze now to Octavius, still panting slightly, and blood still dribbling lazily from her light wounds, she stepped away from the guard. "It's in regards to the city, and the patrols. And your brother."

[Assistant]
After taking one more puff out of his pipe, Octavius lowered his pipe back into an ashtray he had put inside his tent after he witnessed the young woman arriving to report something. Obviously she was travelling on foot, and hence, she was very tired. Moreover, she was lightly wounded in the process. It was her duty to scout about Chalcivitas and report about the position of the guards on the walls of Chalcivitas, which would aid in the reclaiming of the city the day after this one. It seems that she succeeded, but without her horse. Nevertheless, Octavius had no time to bother with such things, and he listened to what she was saying, after she spoke to a soldier who was on the night watch. She explained herself by speaking about the Hadrianite security in Chalcivitas and how it could be dealt with, but also news which interested Octavius more personally, regarding Alexander, his brother, fellow prince of Chalcion...
"Alexander?" the young commander asked: "Tell me everything you know."

[User]
Pushing past the displeased guard, Roze saluted and bowed in front of her commander. This was the first time she'd even been close to Octavius, let alone talk to him. Although she had joined his troops ever since the beginning - ever since that bastard Hadrian had shown up with his masses of soldiers - she had never really expected to do anything worthwhile, other than kill as many of those motherless sons of whores that followed Hadrian as she could possibly manage, before wounds or exhaustion take her. And yet, here she was, talking to the Commander, with potentially game-changing information for their side. And, oh what information it was. It really paid off how she could pretty much disappear in the shadows.
"Commander. While spying in the city, I managed to overhear talk between the guards. They were being rather generous with spouting out information through boasting. After a few drinks, they'd pretty much spilled where the Prince was being kept. He's not in the prisons, like we first thought. Hadrian's keeping him in the palace – third floor." She began, beginning to regain her breathing as the adrenaline from the run died down slightly. Rozalia's legs practically screamed at her in pain, but she wasn't one to complain. Worse things could have happened to her.
"I was also able to mark down the guard patrols on the walls. The sewer entrance I used to come and go in is in a fairly deserted area – there's only four guards patrolling there, coming by every three hours; two for day, two for night. The idiots aren't even replaced for meal time." She added with a scoff, shaking her head slightly. Hadrian was being rather complacent with his win. It was as if he'd forgotten that an army led by Octavius himself lay just beyond the walls.

[Assistant]
Flaming hope glimmered in Octavius' gaze, knowing where his brother is kept. Getting inside Chalcivitas itself via the sewer tunnel which Rozalia spoke of would mean that the Chalcionese knights had to perform an infantry assault, leaving their horses aside. This would demand a greater deal of stealth and light armor, so that they would not be so easily heard. With guard positions marked, they would have a clear idea of what pattern they would use to wipe out all the Hadrianites within the city walls. Octavius was more ready than ever to show Hadrian to assert a point: his armies were far from invincible. It has been proven thus far by the resistance shown to his attacks on the southern holds and Canonfire hold, to the north. Out of his own experience, and what Rozalia has told him just now, he learned that Hadrianites are truly devoid of any honor and that they did not value freedom of expression as a sacred right of every individual, if used well.

Rising to his feet, he could see that she was struggling to stay on her feet and that she was lightly wounded while making her return to Agaroth. With sympathy, Octavius responded to her: "I thank you for the trouble you have gone through to obtain this information. When we make the move to head to Chalcivitas, you will show us the carvings, but for now, go down to the medic's tent. You need to heal those wounds."
He then looked at the guard who was standing in front of the tent and said: "Guard, help this lady to the medic's tent. She is not at her strongest now."
"As you wish, general." the guard replied, then leading Rozalia to the tent where the wounded usually received proper treatment.
Pacing around his tent, Octavius decided that it would be best to speak to Marius, the other general of Chalcion's troops, about the possible methods of freeing Chalcivitas. He exited his tent and went to find general Marius' tent. Walking inside, he greeted him by laying a fist onto the right side of his chest: "General."

[User]
Rozalia could hardly help herself, darting a triumphant grin at the disgruntled guard as he escorted her to the medic's tent.
"You watch yourself, girl. Just because you're quiet doesn't make you a good soldier. Nor does it mean you have the right to talk to your commanding officers as if they were underlings!" He gave her a slight shove in the back as he said that, stalking away as soon as the medic's tent was in sight.
"Bastard." She muttered under her breath, limping the rest of the way. "Back home, you would be my underling. Have you living in the mud like the pig you are..." The threats were quiet, and made completely in jest, but made her feel better anyway.
Thankfully, the tent was empty other than one of her more idiotic comrades that had shot himself in the foot with a crossbow, so she was seen to swiftly. In no time at all, she was bathed, bandaged, in a cot, and wolfing down a meal as she shared her stories of the city. After hearing she had returned, some of her 'co-workers' had paid a visit, bringing with them plenty of mead and questions. She'd been quite happy to oblige, the mead keeping her awake as her adrenaline eased off.
"Did you kill the bandits?"
"Did I kill the bandits? Of course I killed the bandits, you dog." She chuckled, after having recounted her more than eventful escape from the city. "I wasn't going to just let them walk away after they killed my horse and attacked me. It didn't help that they said they wanted my 'purse'... if you get what I mean." Her voice soured somewhat at that last comment. Honestly, even when it came to war and death, all some men could think of was their cock.
"What did you do then?" One of the soldiers asked.
"Well, they wanted my... equipment, shall we call it? So, I happily obliged and gave each of them one." She paused, smiling as she downed the remainder of her drink. "I did have to remove certain parts first though."


[System]
Sex: Male
Age: 17
House: Odd-Eyes House

Appearance:

Duel Disk: Arc-V styled duel disk. Main body is dark orange with a blue screen and flame patterns on the pendulum zone.
Personality: Tekkan is a very snarky individual, always one to crack a joke whenever the opportunity presents itself. He has a very short temper, but he tries to keep it under control whenever he's around his friends, and is generally a very fun guy to hang around.
History: Tekkan was born the first and only son of two police officers who met each other during service and eventually settled down and started a family. However, his mother eventually fell ill and could no longer conceive. In due time, she passed away and Tekkan's father retired to look after his only son. The two would regularly go shopping; one of their favorite things to buy and play with were Yu-Gi-Oh! cards. They would buy packs of cards every weekend and have duels against each other, his father usually winning.

When he reached 17 years of age, Tekkan's dad signed him up for a dueling academy to further improve his dueling skills, since he himself had gotten to old to fully enjoy the game. The two promised to meet each other again some day, once the program ended.
Wish: For his mother to come back to him from the dead.

Deck:
Monsters: 26
Igknight Gallant x3
Igknight Veteran x3
Igknight Cavalier x3
Igknight Margrave x3
Igknight Templar x3
Igknight Paladin x3
Igknight Crusader x3
Igknight Squire x3
Igknight Champion x1
Igknight Lancer x1

Spells: 11
Reinforcement of the Army x3
Terraforming x1
Summoner's Art x3
Pot of Riches x2
Ignition Phoenix x2

Traps: 3
Tyrant's Throes x3

Extra Deck: 11
Igknight Noble Viscount* x1
Wind-Up Zenmaines x1
Castel, the Skyblaster Musketeer x1
Blade Armor Ninja x1
Heroic Champion - Excaliburr x1
Number 86: Heroic Champion - Rhongomyniad x1
Tiras, Keeper of Genesis x1
Number 61: Volcasaurus x1
Gauntlet Launcher x2
Photon Strike Bounzer x1

Igknight Noble Viscount
Level 9 FIRE Warrior-type Fusion Pendulum Effect monster
ATK 3000/ DEF 1800
Pendulum Scale 9
Pendulum Effect: If you have an "Igknight" card in your other Pendulum Zone: You can destroy it, and if you do, add 1 "Igknight" card with a different name from your deck to your hand. You can only use this effect of "Igknight Noble Viscount" once per turn.
Monster Effect: 3 "Igknight" monsters with different names
Must first be Special Summoned (from your Extra Deck) by destroying the above cards you control. (You do not use "Polymerization.) You can target 1 "Igknight" card in your Pendulum Zone: Destroy it, and if you do, Special Summon 1 Level 7 or higher "Igknight" Effect Monster from your hand or deck. You can only use this effect of "Igknight Noble Viscount" once per turn. If this card is destroyed: You can destroy as many cards in your Pendulum Zones as possible, and if you do, place this card in your Pendulum Zone.

[User]
book of bad juju

While running around the school, Tekkan suddenly bumped headfirst into a dark-haired girl with a battered or at least poorly put together duel disk. The impact caused the youth to stumble backwards, landing on his posterior. "Hey, watch where you're going!" he snapped at the girl as he rubbed his head in pain. "You looked like you were lost in thought or something, just wandering aimlessly. You should really be more careful."

Standing back up and brushing off his clothes with his hands, Tekkan cleared his throat and decided to start some sort of idle conversation with the girl. "...Sorry about that, though. My name's Tekkan. Katsuragi Tekkan." He held out a hand to the other student, offering to help her up off the ground. "You still in the tournament, or do you have time to kill?"

[Assistant]
Yuryuu paid little mind to his opponent's antagonizing display. As frustrated as he was, right now, he wasn't going to let it affect his dueling. She accepted his challenge, and that much gave Yuryuu the incentive to duel.

Drawing his starting hand, he realized that he had the cards to immediately find out the kind of deck his opponent was going to use. "To start my turn, I'm going to activate Card Destruction! We discard our entire hand and draw as many cards that we discarded." With that, he willingly threw Mountains, Rare Metal Dragon, Genesis Dragon and Fierce Anger Dragon into his graveyard. "I will then set a Monster and three cards face-down on the field. Turn End." Yuryuu declared, a face of indifference as he waited for his opponent.

* Activated Card Destruction. Discard your hand and Draw 5.
* Set 1 Monster
* Set 3 Spell/Trap cards

Life Points: 1200
Field: 1x SET MONSTER, 3x SET SPELL/TRAP CARD
Graveyard: Mountains, Genesis Dragon, Rare Metal Dragon, Fierce Anger Dragon

[User]
@Satoshi Kyou

"yeah! That sounds nice, facing off and I mean. I think you and me should battle, though. I've already seen Rumi's cards and it wouldn't be fair to fight her right off the bat. Still, it'll have to happen eventually so I guess we can battle first if you and Martin feel like battling" He spoke, shoving his hands into his pockets and gazing worriedly at Rumi. He hoped this was something worth doing. In truth, his heart was racing. He was worried suddenly. Watching Rumi win a match made him worried about fighting her, and Martin had staggering amounts of Lifepoints, Matt didn't exactly seem like a pushover too. He just hoped his cards would be strong enough. He jumped a bit and turned to pull his backpack off, he unzipped it and pulled out his custom, advanced duel disk, one not yet in stores. He hoped he didn't just look like he thought money could win the game for him. Placing his deck in, he saw at the bottom was the card he loved the most, his precious Lone Savage Space Warrior starred back to him, reminding him there was nothing to be afraid of.

[Assistant]
Finally. Now he had gained the knowledge regarding the circumstances behind his Sinister Sermon, and what their response was from it. There was an expression behind The Ghoulish Rider - Traveler of the Highway of Hell's helmet as his robotic enemy, the professor they programmed as Furiko, declared his personal name at him. Thoughts flew by as he pondered how they obtained his name; did Ryuuchi give him up because they thought the crime was done by that Phantom Duelist of Saotome instead of the rightful criminal? Or perhaps it was him, the peculiar stranger that provided the Ghoulish Rider - Traveler of the Highway of Hell a unique opportunity?

He performed a quick flourish of the right arm as he took a large bow.

"The game is afoot; Catch me if you can! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!" he declared as the duel raged on, taking the opportunity to dash to the Synchro House garage, of course going safely around the pitfall. All the while he made quick jumps over various obstacles and pushed various individuals out of his way.

Now he just needed to get to his proper Duel Runner, before any of them thought of doing so or before they could catch him.

[User]
"Eeeeh~? Ser~i~ous~ly? I thought that was a JOKE. Well, alright th- OH, you're going."

Youryou seemed to already be taking his first turn, his earlier offer apparently now invalidated. She drew her hand one at a time.

"Geez, I guess you're one of THOSE types, huh mis~ter? A~ll talk? Afraid you're gonna LOSE, are ya? Well don't wor~ry, cuz you're gon~na. It's prac~tic~ally in~ev~it~a~ble, don'tcha KNOW? 'Cuz I'm NONE OTHER than~"

"...To start my turn, I'm going to activate Card Destruction!"

"~Wait, what?"

The girl looked at her hand for a moment as the boy set out his field, then looked back at him, stunned. Slowly, she discarded her entire hand. Waboku. Goe Goe the Gallant Ninja.

...And three Jackpot 7's.

"That's, er...", she trailed off.

For a moment, there was complete awkward silence, and the participants only had cicadas and their own thoughts to accompany them. This was a quite literally unprecedented level of failure. She had, in fact, achieved the legendary Turn 0 Win, the rarest and most hollow of all victories. Such staggering incompetence was unheard of. The kid cradled her face in her hands, the mood now completely ruined.

"I'm just... I'm gonna go."

One smokebomb later, the child had disappeared.

* @Lord Szall's character's Card Destruction discarded my character's hand
* This activated all three Jackpot 7's, thus banishing them via their effect
* Jackpot 7's effect means my character wins the duel when all 3 are banished in this manner
* Thus, my character wins the duel

YURYU - LOSS - HAND 1
NONE - SET - SET - SET - NONE
NONE - NONE - SET - NONE - NONE

NONE - NONE - NONE - NONE - NONE
NONE - NONE - NONE - NONE - NONE
??? - 9500 LP - HAND 5

[Assistant]
*-THUNK-*

Well, thought Aya, That could have been avoided. Maybe if she'd been paying a bit more attention with where she was walking, maybe if she'd bothered to pack some more protection into her deck, maybe if she'd not been sitting near a window seat on the bus all of this could have been avoided, and she wouldn't be lying on the floor for the second time today with - She sniffed - Yep, a nosebleed. In bad mangas, a nosebleed often meant some deep, physical attraction to somebody else, usually brought on by two of the characters violently colliding with each other. As Aya picked herself off the floor and gave a few quick once overs to the other guy on the floor, she realized real life was probably a lot less easygoing then that.

He was cute, certainly, with a boyish charm and a big floppy mop of white hair that looked pretty familiar. She just couldn't place him, but he certainly looked familiar. He could talk the ears off an elephant, too, even while trying to pick her back off the floor. She declined for a second, pulling a little box of tissues from a skirt pocket and pinching the bridge of her nose with one.

"Yeah, thanks." She began, her voice slightly muffled because of the tissue. "I'm out of the tournament, since you're asking. So don't think this strategy of violently knocking people down then dueling them while they're dazed is gonna pay of-"

She finally placed him.

"Hang on, aren't you that Igknights guy? The one who lost to that really standoffish dragons player?"

[User]
@Ryik @KOgaming
Yuryuu stared blankly into the smoke before him. He felt like his entire existence was being brought into question for a sudden moment. The duel disk screen had "defeat" written on it, however he couldn't comprehend how it had happened. Was it an error? No, Yuryuu thought back to the hand that his opponent had dropped... it had contained 3 copies of Jackpot 7!

Then all of a sudden, it came around in a circle. He had been pulled away from his duel with.... he remembered the name Leo spouting from over by the woman who brought him here, all so the Battle Royale could end? There was no battle, just a bitter taste left in the corner of his mouth. His time truly had been wasted.

Yuryuu turned off towards where he thought he saw Tekkan run off. As he walked away, he called out to the woman. "I dueled her like you wanted. If it's fine with you, I will go back to what I was doing. This has proven to be nothing but a waste of my time."

[Assistant] Rumi quickly interrupted the two "But we have already started a Dramatic Duel!" Rumi called out throwing out the term her friend gave her for a scenario where 1 person duels 3 others though she wasn't sure if it was already started and started up her own duel disk though hers was a regular old model commercial duel disk with a normal blade still stickered with the name "Little Yamada Sweets" though this time the stickers were more apparent due to her taking a really close look at her disk "Awaiting 2 other users, Tag mode" Rumi read out confused "Tag mode? what does that mean?" Rumi asked the two @manapool1

[User]
book of bad juju

Tekkan tried stifling a snicker as he noticed the dark-haired girl had a nosebleed. Either she was attracted in the white-haired youth, or the impact was a lot worse than it looked. Probably the latter, since he didn't exactly consider himself to be attractive. Ah well, at least she kind of was. He had a bit of a thing for long-haired girls, but this wasn't exactly the time or place for that.

However, Tekkan's smile dampened a little bit when the girl cut herself off from scolding the youth before even telling him her name. He hoped what she was about to say wasn't something that would trigger bad memories.

But of course it was.

The police officer's son's eyes went dead as the girl he barely knew stated that she recognized him from, of all things, the duel against Yuryuu. The one that ended just as soon as it started, with the dragon child completely demolishing his strategy of shutting down his big monsters with Tyrant's Throes.

"H-Hang on, how do you know that happened?! Y-You weren't there, were you?!" Tekkan questioned the girl as his voice shivered with violent-

"DUEL ME! IF I WIN, YOU MUST TELL NO ONE ELSE ABOUT WHAT YOU SAW!"

-fury.

The youth gritted his teeth with rage as he stared with resentment at the girl who just triggered a bad memory within him, booting up his duel disk.

It was supposed to be a for fun duel, but as the saying goes, if you mess with the bull, you get the horns.


[System]
Nicknames: Mecha Musume, Titanium Teeth
Villain Name: Deiselpunk
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Appearance:

One detail of NOTE. There is a bear trap permanently fused to her jaws, so she actually kind of looks like this:

Kyouran doesn't have a villain costume since her mouth is a dead give-away, and use of her quirk, more often than not, destroys whatever she is wearing.
Weapons: N/A
Hero(Villain) Equipment:Varies, usually uses whatever mechanical equipment is at hand. May bring along a grey hooded sweater to cover herself up with after a fight.
Combat Section:Kyouran fights like a thug at a bar, with long, wide, telegraphed swings and little to no finesse.
Strength:Without her quirk, Kyouran is a bit stronger than she looks, able to handily beat up 'tough-guys' as long as they aren't using any quirk that enhances their strength or defense.
Endurance:Similar to her strength, Kyouran has a history of brawling. As long as quirks aren't involved, she can take quite a few good punches.
Willpower:Kyouran loves a good challenge. She is also not very smart and does not react to threat or danger the way a sane individual should. She has an almost-heroic can-do attitude that gets her in trouble more often than not.
Speed:Kyouran is not exactly fast. She can sucker punch someone if they aren't paying attention, but otherwise, she's a pretty stationary fighter, preferring to take a hit and let the opponent close the distance.
Reaction Speed:Kyouran isn't the sharpest tool in the shed. She easily gets tunnel-visioned in combat or when focused on a short-term goal. She is quite unaware and not very self-conscious.

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Quirk Section:

Name of Quirk: Robots in Disguise

Ability of Quirk: Fusing her body with machines.

Qualities of Quirk:Kyouran has the ability to fuse mechanical or metallic objects into her body for fifteen minutes, after which intense pain will cause her to reject the 'implant'. Her jaw is a permanent example of what happens if a mechanical piece stays attached to her body past the time limit. This quirk doesn't give her enhanced strength, only enhanced durability for whatever part of her body has been temporarily replaced with a mechanical object. She has developed the ability to harness force-generating aspects of machines such as pneumatics, hydraulics, engines, motors, servos, etc. that do enhance her strength. She is also able to meld with electronic devices, which can give her the ability to tap into radio signals or hack other machines, if only she was actually smart enough to do so. The ultimate manifestation of this ability is if she takes on more machines than the actual volume of her body. This essentially allows her the transform into a giant humanoid mech that vaguely resembles an amalgam of the machine parts used to create her robot body.
Strengths of Quirk:She can augment her already fairly strong body with machine parts or turn into a giant robot entirely, given enough volume of machinery. She can be as tough or as strong as the machines she takes up, as well as gain whatever 'abilities' the machine has, be it headlights, missile pods, loudspeakers, bluetooth, etc.
Weaknesses of Quirk:Kyouran has a time limit of fifteen minutes in which a machine can be fused to her body, after which she experiences a refractory period of ten minutes during which she cannot use her ability. Staying fused to a machine for longer than fifteen minutes causes intense pain that forces her body to 'reject' the machine and return to her normal self. If a machine stays fused to her body for longer than that, it becomes a permanent part of her body. She also 'feels' damage that her machine parts sustain. Though her sense of pain is greatly muted, severe damage can cause her enough pain to initiate a 'rejection', after which she expels whatever machines she has fused with and starts her refractory period, regardless of how much time she had spent fused with the machine.
Limits of Quirk:Kyouran is only as strong or as durable as the machinery she fuses with. Since it's impractical to carry a tank with her everywhere, she usually has to just absorb whatever is in the vicinity, making her quirk slightly unreliable. She also has a time limit to her power, albeit a fairly long time limit, but she can also be 'knocked out' of her quirk. While fusing with electronics does grant her access to a plethora of new abilities, she lacks the intelligence to take full advantage of it, preferring to literally hit like a truck in most cases.

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Biography:Born in Yokohama to rice-farming parents, Kyouran was an only child. Living in a rural area, the children grew up in a rough-and-tumble environment, forming small rival gangs, but their upbringing stressed a sense of honor among them. Though her neighbors mostly had sons, she was able to fight her way to the top, forcing them to make her leader and call her 'older sister' (Ane).

She dreamed of becoming a hero one day after discovering her quirk when she fused with the family tractor, becoming a giant mecha from the TV shows she enjoyed. However, due to her poor intellect, her grades at the hero academy that she went to were quite poor, and she had a bad habit of belligerence, insubordination, and underage drinking. One night sealed her fate forever. A bad dare and a drunken stupor later, she woke up groggy, with a bear trap permanently fused to her face. Apparently, she had done it as a joke, but then passed out from the alcohol. Unconscious, she exceeded the time limit of her quirk. For the school, this was the last straw as the trap was visual proof of her bad behaviors and poor self-control. Not only that, she was deemed too 'scary-looking' to be a hero, and having her lips turned into big metal teeth caused her to lose her ability to speak properly.

Expelled, she felt too ashamed to go back to her parents and eventually fell in with the wrong crowd in the big city, joining a biker gang. Life on the road suited Kyouran, hitting up bars and performing petty crimes. However, she wanted more. She needed purpose. Soon she found herself taking on shady jobs as a thug, offering protection services to more organized gangs and generally being an intimidation henchman. However, throughout this entire episode of her life, she never regained her ability to speak properly, her conversations were a slobbering mess with the consonants B, F, M, P, and V being impossible for her to pronounce. One day, someone from the Dark Tree approached her with a simple, small speaker. He had seen her work and wanted to recruit her to the organization. He had heard enough about her to want to try something. It was pretty crude really, he had Kyouran fuse the speaker into her throat and then he knocked her unconscious. When she woke up, she had regained the ability to speak, albeit in a slightly tinny voice. Grateful, Kyouran also realized that she wasn't smart enough to come up with this solution herself, and that the Dark Tree would be able to use her to her full potential. She has been with the Dark Tree for three years since.
Personality:Kyouran is chummy and honorable, with all the chivalry of a typical hot-blooded Japanese punk with none of the insecure aggression. She readily makes 'bonds of brotherhood' with people who have impressed her in any way. She is a tomboy who likes to get down and dirty and believes that physical contact is integral to 'brotherly' bonding. She has a tendency to joke and just let things roll off her shoulder so it's very difficult to know when something is actually bothering her. Kyouran has poor self-control when it comes to her emotions and indulgences, preferring to live life like a firework, to experience all she can and go out in a blaze of glory. She is level-headed enough to recognize when those smarter than her have well laid-out plans for her to follow, plans that are vital to self-preservation.

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Other:Kyouran is a heavy drinker and a boisterous drunk. Due to her unfortunate mouth situation, she eats and drinks very messily.

Theme Songs:

[User]
VERDREHTE

"I can't fuckin fly, i can only contort my body so that would not be much use because i was too far form em" He shouted back but his voice sounding sadden and frustrated, Climbing up the hole still and finally grabbing the thug's hand being lifted out of the hole. "Sorry i didn't think this would happen, I thought i was gonna get some action fighting heroes and stuff not kids" He said sighing rubbing the dirt off of his costume.

"So did you see where the kids went? Is their any villains around that are around to help us?" He asked the thug fearing that he was failing as a villain. Again he was so going to enjoy fucking up those kids that put him in that hole, And he did not want to get East or the others angry at him for failing to do his part. In his head he was trying to plan something out for what he could do next to help on the mission.

[Assistant]
Aya wasn't impressed by Mori's insult and simply rolled her eyes in response. The wolf kid then kicked up some dust obscuring himself from Aya's view, she hissed a little and took a step back, this was a dangerous situation. Giving Aya little time to react Mori burst from the dust cloud, his claws poised to strike and her chest. But this kind of foolhardy rush-down strategy was exactly what Aya was expecting, so instead of shocked expression Aya wore a smug grin. "As expected of a brute like you, rushing forward without a second thought. Like a moth to a flame."

Aya wasn't fast enough to dodge backwards out of Mori's reach but that wasn't her plan, instead she would tackle into him and get her quirk going. Doing so would mean she would only get hit with Mori's arm at worst, getting in too close for the extended arms savage looking claws. "I am very different to my compatriot Lord Zion. I am suited to taking down meat heads like yourself." Aya would then put her plan into action, throwing herself into Mori hoping that his fur wouldn't make his skin too hard to touch.

[User]
Lord Zion
& @LemonZest1337

Zion stood not incredibly far from the action between Mori and Aya. Words being exchanged falling on unfocused ears as the Lion stared somewhat blankly at the fire-villain. You see. Zion was about to head for the lazer-shooter. Yet froze when eyes landed at the palms of the fire-quirk user. Memories and visions of prior times, growing up in Africa, flashed through the lion's mind as he momentarily lost track of where he was. Shaking his head, regaining his bearings, Zion turns to narrow attention onto the dust cloud dissipating around Aya and Mori. Hopefully this didn't damage his allies too badly. Yet with Mori's likely high-level hearing. Zion had a feeling this could pack a punch for the wolf-kid.

Goal of this action was to, possibly, phase Mori long enough to give Aya the chance needed to take him down using her quirk. A bonus would be if the wannabe hero didn't manage to land an attack because of this idea. Deeply inhaling, staring into the sky, Zion performs a roar as loud as he could. Echoing through the area the loud noise boomed. Far higher in volume than any ordinarly animal could muster, at the stake of his voice. A grunt followed the Lion's action as vocal chords were heavily strained. A hand even going against his throat after performing the act.

[Assistant]
Hit by the 'Tokyo Special', Dieselpunk braced herself, widening her stance. Fortunately, she was heavy enough that the wind didn't send her flying away immediately, though she could still feel the air tugging against her. Little pops and hisses could be heard as the various fuses from the cars that she had consumed exploded from the electricity coursing through her. At least they were only non-essential, low-current fuses, like interior air or headlights. Though it was painful, the shock wasn't enough to knock her back into human form, nor was it strong enough to disable essential systems, which were mainly mechanical rather than electrical. Some of the batteries were getting strained, but it wasn't unbearable.

By widening her stance, she was making sure that she was grounding the electricity away from the most important thing beneath her, Midnight. She hoped to God that the rubble that she had serendipitously spread on the ground earlier was enough of a wind barrier that he didn't get sent flying too. But with the archer and the previously unknown wing girl revealed, Dieselpunk was sure that Midnight would disco-light the little brats out of the sky. As the 'tank', Dieselpunk was 'doing her job' by drawing fire and forcing the enemies to reveal themselves or otherwise abandon their advantageous positions so that her teammates could do some damage. Of course, that wasn't going to stop her from adding her own bit of fun into the mix. Instinctively using on arm to cover her face, she reached over with her other arm to the nearby, partially demolished building, morphed the metal plates in her hand into something of a shovel, and smashed the building. As it began to crumble, she again flung the debris into the sky towards the flyer carrying the archer. Dieselpunk was sure the girl could probably dodge it, if she wasn't carrying someone else while trying to avoid the hurricane beneath her. Or would she drop her friend a few stories down to save herself? As a hero, she probably wouldn't do the latter, so allowing both herself and him to get hit would be the dumb, but heroic thing to do.


[System]
Transformations:
Common Spider Species > Oculus Spider

Inventory:
Stomach Sac - 0/3 Slots Filled. Small Items only.

pg. 46
People Of interest.
 - Zieglar Blackgate = Elite Human Male, Knight Templar
 - Trent Bondeman = Human Male, Squire
religious Idol = the sun, made up of three main deities<Holy Spirits.
understanding of what they are/reward (does not make it true, simply what he believes.)
"Dhulfiqar" The King - Rewards decisions and team work that benefit the group, Loyalty to those around and under you, supports the Leader. A barbaric blood-drinking Sun Spirit whose following is limited to the deserts of Ashyra to the south
"Galatine" The Protector - Rewards courage and bravery to stand your ground to protect and fight for others either through words or actions. Doesn't care what side of a conflict is chosen as long as a side is chosen. the one who protects, the one who brings growth and life widely revered all across Viskard.
"Claidheamh" The Mother - Rewards growth and prosperity, weather it be food or wealth as long as what is gathered is shared and wealth not horded. so that everyone may grow and be strong. An ancient Sun Spirit from the Shiri people
Theme:

Andrews Song – End of Silence (youtu.be/--GloEz01Zo)

Gender:

Male

Species:

Pixie

Appearance:

Ardur looks like a small person with light fair skin, shoulder length green hair, Golden glimmering eyes, and wings that look similar to green leaves. A few things stand out on his person. There are three round dark spots on his chest and back. Also his hands are stained purple up to his wrists.

Goals:

Ardur simply wishes to be Strong. Strong enough to protect others and take care of them. He will do what he must to push others so they can also grow and be better.

- become worshiper of the sun and spread its influence.

New personality traits: Impulsive, Slightly crazy, Inquisitive, Courageous, Maybe a bit stupid, Opportunistic, lacks empathy towards most others.

Ardur was once known as Travis Smith and worked and lived in the weird city of Portland Oregon. Now Travis had a rather normal upbringing with nothing too significant happening to him. He had parents that worked in industry. His father, worked with shipping containers as a foreman. His mother, worked with air cargo as a manager. Both did rather well for their family and kept them in a modest home. He had two younger sisters, twins actually. Both were dead set on joining the navy after they graduated.

Now Travis learned early on through volunteer work with his high school, that helping others was what he wanted to do. So instead of joining up with the military, was able to get a few scholarships and went into paramedic courses and physical trainer classes. Both of which he excelled at, finding his purpose in helping others. He did adopt a strange and sometimes dark sense of humor through this to deal with the stressful work environment of a paramedic. he filled his down time with listening and singing along to a variety of different modern and classic music as well as watching nature documentary's to help him relax.

For a time his life was good. He did what he could to help others through work and volunteering. Travis learned more about himself then he expected too. Working one week on one week off was a bit of a pain but it allowed him to work with some local athletes in his free time. Travis eventually found himself to be quiet in the company of others, always with a smile on his face. He did tend to be a bit pushy toward the people he was working with. He wanted to see them grow and be great. Somehow he adopted a protective side to him as well, especially towards his friends or the people he loved. This protective instinct would eventually lead to his down fall.

Travis, now 32, was going to be married in three months to a beautiful short red head named Sara, who just so happened to be a couple months pregnant. Sara was the one person who could really light a fire under him and get him to do anything. She was his motivation to be better, she was his muse. The last night he would be working was a stormy one. Just past midnight with rain, wind, and thunder. A strong winter storm. He was called out with his partner to a domestic. Apparently the husband beat his wife up pretty bad then ran out into the night.

The two paramedics didn't think anything of it. It wasn't the first time they had been called out to something like this and it wouldn't be the last. The police officers that stayed at the residence called out that the scene was safe as they approached. A severely beaten female sat on the hood of one of the police cars. Travis and his partner approached her and began to asses her injuries. The police officers were nearby interviewing some neighbors when it happened. He saw him out of the corner of his eye. A man brandishing a revolver came at them from in between a few houses intent on killing the woman.

Travis didn't think he only reacted. Grabbing the woman and turning away from the man he tried to push her away and around the ambulance. He remembered hearing thunder and a scream. The thunder rang out three times but all he felt was cold as he hit the wet pavement. Several other flashes of lights and thunder rang out into the night as the last thing he remembers was thinking that Sara was going to kill him for this. The blurry and muted voice of his partner and the other officers continued in his head until everything faded, and he was alone and cold.

Then suddenly there was light and a voice talking about rebirth and demon kings. He thought he was hallucinating and thought this was just some sort of way his body dealt with the sudden loss of function, so he decided to play along. So many choices he wondered which one would suit him? The slime seemed nice but strange, the dire Rat just reminded him of filth and garbage. Then there was a wisp it seemed more of a loner and mysterious.

The goblin simply reminded him of stories of greed and madness, both things he dealt with regularly before and wasn't too keen on continuing that. The serpent seemed interesting but seemed more designed to inflict lasting pain or torture and that wasn't what he stood for. Finally, he was introduced to the Pixie. A strange creature sure, weaker than the others but a healer. Something that supports groups without inflicting too much pain. This is what he decided on and in an instant he felt cold again but also strange like waking up from a bad dream.

[User]
Asura hadn't planned for Ardur, or Steve, to interfere until they were all sure on what the bug could do. But the evolved pixie blasted towards the bug and pulled it up by two legs to expose its underbelly. Steve, the spider since Asura technically didn't know its name, stuck a leg and its buzzing wings down. Asura lunged, slamming his body into the beetles, nearly toppling it, but it fell back down. Right on top of Asura. But before he could get another attack in, the sky grew dim.

Wait...that wasn't dimness. Fuck... Was what he thought before Mother Slime came down on top of the beetle with a well placed Smash. Which pushed it down onto him, pinning the both of them beneath her bulk. The bug was already starting to dig, trying to get some space to do...something. Who knew what bugs were thinking. Asura spread himself out, latching onto the legs that were squirming and holding them in place as best he could to minimize its movements.

"No digging for you..." He grunted out before trying to Analyze the monster. He was looking for weak points from his very limited view. He knew its underbelly was soft, it had felt a little squishy when he hit it. Ah fuck it, he'll examine it after it was dead! So he hauled back as best he could, and using the Beetles legs as an anchor, Smashed into its underbelly as hard as he physically could in such tight confines.

[Assistant]
Danny first though was to meditate and thus recharge but he wanted to make he was far away enough from the cave entrance that the humans wouldn't see it as an act of aggression. So he walked East for a while hoping there wasn't any danger. "If you can hear me, please don't drain anymore of magic, I'm completely out." He hoped his invisible companion was both intelligent enough to understand him and willing to listen.

Holding the source crystal in front of one eye he tried if he could the creature like that. Part of him wondered if it was Jason, having come back like he said he would, but he didn't think it was likely due to the lack of telepathy.

Abilities:

* Mana Orb I and II
* Lesser Force II
* Levitation
* Monster Analysis II
* Meditate I
* Mana Shape I
* Aqua Sphere I
* Magic Analysis I!
* Mana Dart I
* Blunt Resistance I
* Focus I
* Faster I
* Plant Analysis I
Wisp > (Immature) Poltergeist

Inventory: Source Crystal Shard x1, used

[User]
---

@Duthguy

"First of all Teef, I'm not dumb, nor a slime, I'm actually a reincarnated human." Jason responded with a pause as he followed Danny, canceling [Mana Drain]. "I guess I never considered that some monsters would be unable to understand the system..."

As Danny took out the source crystal, which somehow seemed... smaller? Jason intentionally hovered before the green object, focusing his mana. He wanted to make his presence more pronounced, in hopes the crystal would register him. And so, he was going to attempt what he saw the knight doing through soul sight, making his mana internally surge and circulate without truly expending any.

A few seconds ticked by as Jason held this state, before releasing it and addressing Teef and Bonie one more as he floated to the ground and activated [Mana Drain] on the earth. "So you two, if you want to see your skills and progress, you say... System, show skill list!"

Hopefully one of Jason's locked skills would be close to returning, as well as the possibility of a new skill being developed. If Jason's suspicions were correct, skill recovery was directly correlated with mana absorption, and time.

[Assistant]
Ardur The Mighty Hipixie  Battle Stations! > don't let it escape. /// Adventuring day 4 // Evening / Location - Edge of the forest

Ardur gripped and pulled as hard as he could, digging his heels into the ground as the beetle squirmed in his grasp. He noticed how Steve got a lucky shot or two into its wings and the other legs helping to pin it down further. Then came Asura delivering a good blow to the creature just as something began to glow on its underbelly. For a moment, he forgot about the other slime. That was until the green glob rolled through and over the hole attempting a strong smash attack on the beetle.

 The High pixie was unable to tell if the attack delivered the punch it needed to hurt the beetle but it did seem to pin the beetle and Asura under the large slime. Seeing that both of them were pinned under the slime and it looked as though the beetle was attempting to dig its way out, Ardur began to dig. Trying his best to dig his strong hands into the dirt under Mother Slime to attempted to both dislodge her and grab at the beetle to pull it out of the confined space and into the open where they could all attack it at once.

He was sure to only dig under mother slime and the mouth of the small burrow. He wanted to kill and eat the beetle sure but keeping the shelter in good condition was also the objective. Ardur did not want to spend the night out in the open.

Level: 5

Health: 100%
Mana: 00%
Stamina: 50%

Buffs:

Debuffs: Mana Burn,

Inventory:

Clothes: N/A

Weapons: N/A

Magic/Skills: Shield II, Lesser Flight III, Minor Heal III, Physical Conditioning I, Fire Resistance I, Taming I, Fireball I, Stronger II, Crafting I, Muffle I, Inspire I, Guidance I, Spell chant I, Use light equipment,

Kills for current level: 2x undead pixie

Other:


[System]
Age: 18

Physical Description:

Important Items:
-Cyborg Body: Most of Karrsh's body is now machine. In fact, only his head (save for the eyes), one of his arms, and his vital organs are still organic. His body may as well be that of an armored machine fine tuned to make him a walking weapon. Prosthetics are not unheard of in the Ascendancy of Man, but they are strictly regulated and are required to maintain a certain level of photogenic appearance. Karrsh is perhaps the sole exception to this rule, his body ignoring photogenic customization in favor of complete and total combat optimization. Karrsh is stronger, faster, and more durable than any organic human could hope to be. His optical implants allow for super accurate and precise targeting, able to pin-point structural weaknesses in inorganic objects or even pressure point weaknesses in humanoid targets. Supposedly he once stopped a sniper's bullet from killing him by catching it in his cyborg hand before it could hit his still-organic head. As amazing as that sounds, it came at a very hefty cost. Most obviously, Karrsh's body now being more machine than human. Blending into crowds is simply impossible for him, due to the lack of photogenic customizations. Also, Kaisoken dust appears to have no effect on him whatsoever, so learning magic is simply impossible.

Short Bio: Karrsh's actual birthplace and heritage remain unknown. His parents were dead for all he knew, and no other relatives made themselves known, so Karrsh was raised early on in a Catholic orphanage. The nuns running the orphanage were nice enough, kind to the kids but strict when they needed to be. Apparently that wasn't good enough for Karrsh, because he attempted many times to "escape", ie run away. Being so young, he was caught every single time, and repeatedly warned by Sister Regina that this would only lead to him being kidnapped or God-knows-what-else. By around age 15 Karrsh was able to successfully get out of the orphanage... and Sister Regina's warning was almost immediately proven right.

Karrsh was never fully aware of the war that was going on, the orphanage didn't exactly care about news and current events. While on the streets Karrsh found himself caught in an explosive attack. That was all he remembered, some loud noises and a flash of some kind, maybe a bit of intense heat as well but that was it. The next time Karrsh became aware of himself, he was horrified to find himself in a body he hardly recognized. Apparently the explosion wrecked his body, and probably should have killed him too. Someone in the government must have thought this was the perfect excuse to test out some of their newer cybernetic technology. Only a small amount of Karrsh's human body remained intact, the rest had been replaced with this armored body that was apparently the pinnacle of cyborg engineering. Karrsh was dropped into the war almost immediately. No real training, his cyborg body barely required it. Instead the 15 year old was shipped to a base and told to kill as many of "them" before "they" could kill him.

And boy did he kill them. Karrsh didn't even need weapons, the speed, strength, and stamina of his cyborg body was more than enough of a weapon to wipe out countless alien hostiles. And that was the extent of Karrsh's time in the war. No promotions, no leaves, no discharges. Just battle after battle after battle. Occasionally he was made to wage a one-man siege against enemy-bases and was instructed to just kill everyone he came across until the place was empty.

During one of those solo incursions the aliens were ready for him. They hit him with as many EMP weapons as they could, and that was enough to shut down Karrsh completely. Next thing Karrsh knew, he was kept in a maximum security prison camp, his energy cells drained completely save for just enough to keep him conscious so he could be questioned... not that Karrsh could offer any useful information to his captors. Eventually though, he was granted freedoms little by little, and was soon freed entirely. He wasn't alone, either, apparently these Rau've had captured a number of child soldiers and were now offering each of them a chance to return to their previous lives. Well, offering everyone except Karrsh. Because of his cyborg body, Karrsh would likely never get the luxury of going back. So with little other choice in the matter, Karrsh decided to keep fighting... what else could a cyborg like him possibly do with his life after all?

Spell List: N/A
Exceptional Skill List:
-Exceptional Endurance x2
-Exceptional Unarmed x2
-Exceptional Athletics
-Exceptional Precision

[User]
Rachel stuck to the dark spots, taking in the layout of the factory, comparing it with the floorplans she studied beforehand and mapping possible escape routes. Unsure of her usefulness in a direct confrontation, she tried to stay slightly ahead of John at all times without letting him out of her sight to warn him of any danger in advance, all the while trying not to expose herself to any eyes that may or may not be lurking in the factory's numerous nooks and crannies, much like herself. Given their past, she would not be surprised at all if someone was watching. Her task was made somewhat easier by the fact that John was the only green thing in the seemingly endless sea of battleship gray and the occasional faded black and yellow warning tape that was the abandoned factory and therefore easy to keep track of. As they approached the tank, Rachel opened a channel to John. "Nae way I can get inside the tank unseen, ye'll have to manage on yer own. I'll be right at the door, so nae problem pal. Holler and I'll be there."

She watched John enter the tank and settled close to the door, straining her ears for any signs of commotion or a cry for help. All she heard was a muffled conversation between John and another man. "Playing the princess' guard, oh the sweet irony." she thought with a sigh, turning her attention back to the silent factory. But was it? Rachel took a few steps away from the door so the conversation inside the water pit wouldn't interfere and listened carefully. Nothing. Nothing but a slight draft and distant noises of a busy district. Satisfied for the time being, she retreated back into the shadows beside the pit entrance and waited for John. Maybe she was being paranoid, but she found it hard to believe the mysterious woman would pay ten million credits for bodyguards, especially a group of teenagers in less-than-ideal mental states, magic or not. Either the lady expected to go through hell, or worse, or the entire job was a ruse. She made a mental note to ask John's opinion once they were out of the factory and waited, eyes darting from one corner to another, looking for oddities.

[Assistant]
Allie sat perched, crouched down with her knees close to her face overlooking the hole in the ceiling, to where the meeting took place. Her hearing wasn't exceptional, so she had to rely of sight in case anything went wrong. The idea of an illusion blocking her perception tugged at the back of her mind, but she more then trusted John to find a way around that should the need arise. So she just sat, eyes unblinking at the container. The faintest ghost of a song humming next to inaudibly in her throat. She rocked backwards and forwards, like a broken metronome. The movements were too faint to really notice, and too faint to knock her off balance. Her weapon was clutched in both hands, working as a tripod to keep her up. The curved blade resting some distance behind her neck.

Though rarely, she would move her eyes off of the meeting area to look at her partner, and around the rooftop expanse. It was a large building, and her pair was in the open. If someone wanted to they could make it quite difficult up here for them. But Aaloka didn't feel like it. She didn't sense something watching her, or any battery acid in her gut. Just the usual trepidation that came with being cautious.

In time though the meeting came to pass, and nothing of alarm appeared while the two spoke. As John began to leave, Aaloka stood up, and backed away a step from the overlook. "Good to go?" she asked quietly to Siara. Her expression didn't change, as it hardly did, but she was anxious to leave. Finding out as soon as possible what their next move was, and getting out of the open like this sounded fantastic right now.

[User]
It was almost eerie how silent Karrsh could be. Of course, while moving his body made a few noises, that was unavoidable. But right now, as he remained still, could pass for a statue if he wanted. His body kept itself regulated almost entirely on its own, thanks to the augmentations. His breathing could be kept deadly quiet, and most of his body could simply rest in a sleep mode to stay perfectly still. For being half-machine, Karrsh could hide surprisingly well. And hide is what he did. Technically, his current orders was to secure the meeting place, but he knew the real reason he was here, and Green knew it too. This was the one place in the whole plan that remained completely out-of-sight from the outside, and that was exactly what Karrsh had to do more and more of lately.

The silence was almost too much to take sometimes. All this staying hidden and keeping away from people just gave Karrsh more time to think. All thinking did remind Karrsh of how utterly non-existent his life was. It could be downright soul-crushing to think about, but occasionally it was also infuriating. Karrsh was a freak, even among the freakshows. He was different, even from the other child soldiers and they all knew it too. But even worse than that, Karrsh's mind always ended up remembering the aliens he'd killed. Those whose lives he often literally crushed in his hands. And sometimes, sometimes... Karrsh wished he was back there again. At least when he was slaughtering people he had something to focus on, something keeping him occupied so he didn't have to stop and actually think about the horrible atrocities being committed by his hand. But here? No, here he had nothing but time to think about those things.

"Tell me why..." he said in a low voice that somehow didn't sound like his normal tone, "...Why are you here? Why are any of you here? You had a choice, right? So... so why would anyone actually choose this?" this was not the first time these words came out of Karrsh's mouth. In fact this only one of several times he had quietly questioned the team members who happened to be around, wondering why anyone with a sane mind would actually choose this life when they had an out. It was no secret that Karrsh was not here by choice, that the same offer made to all the others was not extended to him because of his... situation. But his tone and words were not those of jealousy, at least not anymore. Now, they were just... words of confusion.

"Uh, never mind..." his low whisper trailed off. He'd heard everyone's story at least once already, so hearing Ace's again would have been pointless. In all honesty it was a good thing for Karrsh that the team even existed in the first place. If they all took the offer, and Karrsh was left to his own devices? Well, a recurring nightmare he'd been having for a while now would become reality. That nightmare was one where Karrsh simply... forgot how to be human, succumbed to the circuitry and devolve into a mindless machine. At least with the team around there was something keeping the remainder of his humanity intact.


[System]
Age (Prior):
19

Appearance (Former):
Sky stood at 5'8" on a rather average frame, considered neither skinny nor fat. She had long, curly black hair that reached down to the small of her back when straightened. Usually worn in curled pig tails or a sing pony tail. Her eyes were a deep green, usually hidden behind a pair of black glasses and turned down into the depths of a fantasy novel.

Appearance (Current):
The reinvented "Nova" stands a little taller than her original self, topping out at 5'11". Other differences include a much slender frame and much lighter hair. While the length remains the same, Skylar's dark hair turned completely white and her green eyes paled into a pair of crystal blue orbs. In addition, she also has swirled tattoos that appear when she is under great physical or emotional stress.

Race:
Elven

Personality:
Skylar has always been a bit of a dreamer, always sticking her nose into books while her mind flew through the clouds. She was never really one to get involved, lacking the confidence in her own abilities to try anything new. Forced into kindness by the troubles in her life, she has a lot of built up rage that never saw the light of day. Internally she cold, sarcastic and cynical while externally she smiled and wished everyone well. Despite having the ability to start anew, Skylar still remains a silent figure... However her demenour is much colder than she ever was at home.

Skills:
Skylar has a keen eye but an even sharper ear, making language and miscellaneous noise mimicry easy. She's also an extremely fast reader, and surprisingly enough, a decent athlete when it comes to running long distance. Other such odd skills include being able to balance three to five books(depending on size) on her head while walking.

History:
Skylar had always been an odd child, preferring to play the cops & robbers games with the boys than sit around with the girls. Bullied for her oddities from a young age, Skylar didn't grow up with many friends and by the time she hit high school she had absolutely no one to talk to. Sticking to herself, she didn't join any of the school clubs but instead spent her time at home reading books, watching movies and writing about fantastical worlds that only existed within her head. When she was old enough, Skylar got a job at a run down book store, spending most of her time reading due to a lack of customer flow. Choosing the early and late hours of the day, Skylar ran unseen through the town, jogging for hours to work off her personal frustrations rather than taking it out on the people who truly deserved it.
Living in a household with two loving parents and a pain in the butt, older brother, Skylar was the youngest and the most spoiled in the house. She adored her elder brother, following him around the house when she was younger. When he went away for college, Skylar found herself a little lost, turning to books to fill the hole that was left behind.

Other:
In an attempt to reinvent herself, Skylar has changed her name to Nova.
Nova also has a pet bird, and excells at the magical arts (once discovered).

[User]
The young priestess' eyes fluttered open in response to the shouting that came from all around her. Rae was still in a daze as she slowly sat up on the grass bed where she seemed to have fallen asleep. The grogginess of deep slumber left her, as her eyes properly adjusted to her surroundings that seemed just a little too surreal. The tall grass she was surrounded by reflected an unnatural light under the sun. Needless to say, she was in utter disbelief. She carefully scanned her surroundings and spotted three others who had woken up before her- whether there were more of them present, she couldn't tell. The vegetation had obscured most of what happened to lay close to the ground, and not only that, but it spread as far as the horizon.

The crimson grass continued to sway carelessly as the wind blew, with only her and a few other men scattered around the field, as they scoured the area for help. Rae-Ah decided to finally pick herself up, until she'd noticed a couple of things that struck her as absolutely peculiar. Standing up, she could feel a soft, feathery texture at the back of her ankles. Dark talons protruded from her nail beds instead of the well-polished keratin. Reaching a hand behind her, she grabbed a handful of fur. Examining further, she realized that the fur belonged to herself. A growth extended from her rump, in the form of a long, platinum tail. At that moment her stomach was in knots. Frustration, confusion and desperation hit her all at once. With too much to comprehend, she knelt on the unfamiliar terrain and proceeded to shove her head in her hands to relieve some of the stress and perhaps figure out what on earth was going on.

Two more unfamiliar growths of muscle covered in fur came in contact with her hands. As if Rae didn't have enough to worry about, she also knew that the body she once had was gone. She had no way of looking at her own face, but at that point she realized she probably didn't even want to. Priorities were non-existent; she didn't even know where to begin. There were much too many questions to ask, but time was running out as the sun fell closer to the horizon.

A perplexed Rae ran towards the hefty man who seemed to have been harvesting the grass; the closest out of the three. She could see the second man run towards another who was further off than the rest- perhaps they could rally together soon enough. Naturally, she didn't think being alone in this type of environment was the smartest thing.

"E-excuse me?" she called out as she ran towards him. For a moment she didn't realize that she had no questions prepared for him. There was too much for her to cycle through, so she acted on a whim. Covering her face, she continued, "Do you know exactly where we are? My name is Rae-Ah, and I live-- lived in Kijong-Dong, North Korea..."

[Assistant] was sharpening one of the spear heads when he he saw girl running towards him. Luke looked closely at the girl running towards him and noticed she was screaming something. All he got was she was Rae-Ah and she lived in North Korea. When she got closer he said in a cheerful and welcoming tone, "Well howdy there Miss Rae-Ah, names Luke, Luke Harrison. What can I do ya for?" As cheerful and upbeat as he wanted to sound he was honestly confused and not happy about his whole situation. But he had to keep a cool head. He towered over the girl but she seemed innocent enough. He tried to be as kind and approachable to this girl. Up to this point, it was the only person he had spoken too.

[User]
Marcus was pleased to hear the voice of another person in the area, but the man who it had come from didn't exactly calm him much, if at all. The tattoos patterned across his tall, muscular body made him hesitate for a moment, but the fact that it was English- clear English, no less- that let him let down his guard. maybe this simply WAS an elaborate prank, planned by his peers to cause him to freak the hell out.

That was most certainly not the case, though. In fact, it was more likely that this person, given his question, was caught in the same situation; why else would he be asking him for information?

"Nah, got no clue where the hell we are, nor when the heck we arrived here. Doesn't help that the place has absolutely zero landmarks to give us any indication of where we are." Marcus responded, walking closer to the man as more people around them seemed to making up around them. The older man, who, to Marcus, seemed to be some sort of rancher, was already at work making some sort of weapon. Through Marcus was about to ask where he obtained the shafts for the spears in the first place, the sight of the next person- if she could even be called that- caused him to check his eyes to see if they were working correctly.

"That... That is... A fox girl. Okay. I'm... Pretty sure this is some sort of joke. Gotta be, right?" he asked himself incredulously as he looked at her.
Moving animal ears. Check.
Moving fox tail. Check.
Well. Something was definitely weird here. Hopefully, he wasn't the only one seeing this; the ol' rancher-looking guy didn't seem too fazed by it at all.

[Assistant]
Well it wasn't too surprising that the other man seemed to hesitate once Adam was noticed. It wasn't too easy to tell from the distance, but he figured that he had at least a few inches over the other individual. Thankfully rather than turn away, the other man decided to approach by himself; frankly Adam wasn't sure what he would have done otherwise. "Can't say I expected much else," he muttered more to himself than anything. He might have introduced himself, but a rustling that wasn't simply just the light breeze made him turn around.

It'd been hard to see with the grasses' height and his own lack of attention, but there were a few others besides the two of them. 'The hell?' Given there was jack shit but grass as far as his eyes could see, it was somewhat of a surprise that an older man had somehow managed to scrounge up the wood to make spears. Beyond that was the corpse next to him and Adam's eyebrow rose questioningly. Did these things just drop out of the sky conveniently for them?

Naturally his attention shifted towards the latest person to approach and his previous questions were pushed aside as he took in her appearance. "Oh yeah… that's definitely a fox girl," he replied as he dug his fingers into his palm and blinked furiously. Pain aside, the girl's tail continued to sway side to side and hell even her ears twitched occasionally. "Ok, whatever I can roll with this." Hands thrown up as if giving up on trying to make sense of this world, Adam let them drop almost immediately afterwards with a heavy sigh. Between the three others here, he gave a small wave and briefly introduced himself with, "Name's Adam."

For now he'd make sure there wasn't anyone else still fast asleep in the sea of grass that surrounded the group of four. Taking note of where Marcus and Rae had run from, he marked those bearings as clear for the moment. Which, really, still left him with most of the circle to search. An annoyed click of the tongue aside, Adam stood to his full height and slowly began to walk forward away from the three, eyes scanning for any breaks amongst the sea of red and white that might have indicated a body.

[User] Luke looked around and noticed some other people up and looking his way. He tried to wave them over in a friendly way. He wanted to get a group together so that he could have company. He didn't like being alone. After he waved he looked down at the deer, he started to start cutting. Someones got to do it. It's a mighty gross job but if he is going to feed himself and now all these people, this deer has to be emptied out. When he opened up the deer his face cringed because the smell was so putrid but he kept going. He knew this was the only way. That he could think of. Blood was splashing all over his arms and shirt.

[Assistant]
Skylar sighed contently as she lay in a bed of soft grass, not bothering to open her eyes. It was comfortable, the most comfortable she had felt in a very long time. The world around her was relatively quiet, the only voice belonging to the wind brushing through the grass she lay in. Without opening her eyes, Sky could tell that a grass around her grew to a decent height, towering above her current lounging position. Movement nearby caught her attention, the grunts and moans of a person struggling to wake-up, increasing in numbers as more and more people registered their surroundings. "I guess this isn't a dream after all." She mumbled to herself, the increasing noise from voices disappointing her slightly. Sitting up, Skylar finally opened her eyes, taking in the bizarre sights. Crimson colored grass as far as the eye could see, people standing around her that didn't quite look like normal people. "What is going on?" She asked out loud to no one in particular.

Looking down at herself Skylar took in the strange outfit, obviously made of materials no longer used in the modern world. "Cool." She nodded her satisfaction, jumping a little as something white fell into her vision. Sitting in shock for a few moments, Skylar reached her hand up to touch the silky white strands, discovering that they were indeed a part of her own head. "Okay, white hair... I can deal with this. Odd clothing... A little creepy that I don't know who changed me but bearable." Closing her gaping mouth, Skylar scanned the area around her, slightly impressed by how clear everything looked to her... Certainly her vision had improved, as well as her hearing. She could have sworn the others sounded closer, but when she looked around, they were a fair distance away from her. Despite the odd appearances of a few others in the plain, as far as Sky could tell everything looked real. It certainly felt real and that was enough to bring a smile to the girl's face. Pushing herself to her feet, Skylar swayed slightly, unused to standing at such a height. "New hair, new clothes, new height... Guess I shouldn't be all that surprised." Slowly Skylar raised her hands to her face, gently brushing them over her skin to get a feel for her new appearance. Her face didn't feel too different, perhaps the bone structure was a little sharper, more defined than she remembered but nothing too inhuman. Next they ran through her hair, happy to find it to be the same length as she was used to. What caught her attention, however, was a large bulge around the side of her hair. Pulling all her hair to one side, Skylar investigated the side of her head nervously, almost jumping out of her skin when she reached her ear. Of all the things, her ear stood out the most to her. They felt thinner, longer than the average human ear. A realization dawning on her. "I-I'm an elf? She breathed excitedly, doing her best not to dance around with joy.

It was clear from the movements of the others that they weren't quite as excited as she was. More confused if anything and maybe a little frightened. Her excitement might be taken the wrong way if she expressed it. Taking a deep breath to calm herself, Skylar removed her facial expressions and replaced them with an indifferent, calculating look. She had never worn it before but somehow it felt right on her, as if this new existence was exactly what she needed. This is an amazing opportunity. A new look means I can be a whole new me. No more shy, nice girl. You are an elf, a regal creature to be respected. Sky thought definitively, even considering a change in name to accompany her "transformation".