[System]
Age: 28
Class: Imperial Guardsman
Psyker Powers: none
Equipment (Guns,armor,grenades/etc):
-M36 Kantrael Pattern Lasgun
-Autopistol
-Combat Knife
-2 Frag Grenades
-Eldar Chainsword(taken as a prize during her first mission)
Notable Deeds:
 Military Upbringing: Catherine was drafted into the military as soon as she was old enough to do so. She didn't really have much choice in the matter as both her parents were Imperial Guardsmen as well. Like that, she raised as a soldier for as long as she can remember.
 Survivor of Eskizara I: Just after she finished her basic training and was assigned to a regiment, she was send along with her squad to the backwater world of Eskizara I on a routine scouting mission. They fell under hostile fire as soon as they were on the ground. Their ship was destroyed, most of the other soldiers killed along with their commander. The survivors fled towards the old ruins on the planet. Following their retreat, the battle continued to rage for days, as Catherine along with the rest of her comrades were killed one by one. It turned out there were Eldar forces massing on the planet when they arrived. At the dawn of the second day on the planet, Catherine was the only survivor as the others were killed. Following her instincts, she took the rest of the grenades from her dead comrades, rigged the entire building she was in to explode when it's breached and fled once more. Afterwards she waged guerilla warfare with the elder for 3 more days before reinforcements from the Imperial Guard arrived when her squad didn't report in time. She took the Eldar Chaisword as a prize from one of the xeno she killed. She barely survived her wounds from that event.
 The Battle of Burui V: Later in her career she participated in the clash with Dark Eldar forces. On the lasted world of Burui V, she along with her fellow guardsmen clashed with the Dark Eldar forces. After a long and bloody battle, both forces were forced to break off combat and disengage when the uncorrupted Eldar appeared. Afterwards luckily a three way battle didn't occur for the Eldar had only appeared to fight their corrupted brethren. With the combined efforts of the Imperial guard and the Eldar forces, the Dark Eldar were rooted out of the planet.
 Defeater of Wych: In the battle of Burui V, Catherine, engaged into a battle with a Dark Eldar Wych alone. After a long and painful struggle, showing surprising agility and skill with a sword, she defeated the enemy elite. Once again she nearly died from her wounds after that though.
Time with Inquisitor: None
Appearance:

Hight: 1.79m
40K Knowledge Question:
-Who turned Horus to Chaos? Erebus?

[User]
Adrianne would squint with one eye as she glared back at Catherine whilst listening to her unbearable rabble!

"I've grown tired of your insolence!"

Deciding that enough was enough, she would whip up her left hand and hold her half open fist towards Catherine! However, as opposed to Catherine suddenly gasping for breath as invisible forces should have assailed her windpipe, nothing happened instead!

If anything, all that ensued was an awkward silence as Adrianne merely gestured with her hand towards Catherine's throat, before the Psyker finally glanced down at her hand, then back up at Catherine; a brief moment of surprise passing across her face before she quickly scowled once more!

With the force choke clearly not an option anymore, Adrianne reformed her hand into an accusing finger as she pointed it at Catherine, stepping closer to her!

"At least I didn't end up under some Euphorian's fat ass - only to subsequently break most of the bones in my body!" Adrianne quickly sneered, her face going dangerously close to Catherine's own.
"And I'll have you know, that flying Euphorian? My work! I know how to use my environment! Unlike you, I can think outside of the box! But, sure, not like I'd ever expect an ex guardsman to ever know anything more complex than simply to "charge-on-ahead" and be a hero for max five seconds!"

[Assistant]
Stukov felt how heavy the bag felt, glancing at Smiles in a half disbelieving manner. Really, flying into the heart of the zealous, and she was palming this thing off on him? He rolled his eyes, nodding and secreting it into a pocket so no one saw it. Once they landed, he would lag behind a few moments and deal with the stupid thing. Sure enough, after touching down, everyone was quick to disembark, and Stukov took a moment, making sure the pilot, or anyone else, was looking before slipping the likely infernal thing around his neck. He hid it under his shirt, armor, and coat, which left the thing feeling rather uncomfortably close to his chest and beating heart. It felt unusually warm, like it was freshly plucked from the burning building, and that unsettled him.

Stukov followed after the, albeit now arguing, women while Sis ran off with her sisters. Great, don't cause trouble, she said. Runs off to play bump and grind with her dear sisters, she does. The former armsman pinched the brow of his nose while the two bickered on about, well, Emperor knows what right now. So, with a quiet sigh, he stepped forward to get to hear 'SHUT UP STUKOV' in stereo, again. "Could you two not argue in front of the Sisters? Mostly for our own sanity rather than their well being..." Stukov fully expected to get told to shut up, it was how things seemed to be going lately. Getting told off or told to shut up. It was getting rather irritating, really, but it wasn't like he had much to do in return for it, not yet. Just they wait, he would have his laugh soon enough.

[User]
The voice of one Celestian came through the speaker's insider of Solares's helmet. "Sister Solares, both the Psycher and Guardsman have left the group. They have wandered off into an active repair bay, what would you have us do?" Quickly turning around, Solares shook her head at what she saw. "Those two are fighting with each other again? Go forcefully retrieve them and escort them to Andromedai's chamber. You are allowed to use any means necessary, I am done with their idiotic and immature behavior." Without anything else being said, two Celestians quickly broke off from the group and perused both Adrianne and Catherine.

Once they arrived, each Celestian would walk behind said member of the group and grab onto the collars of their armor. "Do not fall behind Guardsman, we do not want to keep Andromedai waiting any longer." The Celestian that was with Adrainne was quite a bit more aggressive, "Consider yourself lucky that you did not use any of your powers, you would have had many unwanted eyes upon you." Both of the Celestians glanced over at Stukov, not needing to say anything since he had undoubtedly heard what they had said. "You as well Armsman, stay close and follow us." The two Celestians then pulled roughly upon Adrianne and Catherine, half dragging them in the right direction towards Solares.

Once they had been dragged to the side entrance of the landing platform that lead into the chapel, Solares shook her head at them, not at all pleased with their actions."I hate having to repeat myself, stay by my side until we arrive at the meeting, this is the last time I will tell you." The Celestions quickly let go of Adrainne and Catherine before they returned to their original positions. The side entrance for the chapel consisted of two massive metal doors that were covered in intricate designs and patterns that represented the glory of the Imperium of Man.

Walking up to the massive doors, they opened automatically by themselves, letting out a cold breeze that carried the heavy scent of incense along with it. Once everyone was inside, the doors shut behind them and the sound of an organ could be heard coming from all around them. The music it produced was dark and heavy, but enjoyable at the same time. If one were to look around to try and pinpoint where the music was coming from, they would ultimately be unable to discover its location, it just simply seemed to exist.

[Assistant]
"So that's it?" Cath asked, when she noticed Adrianne's gestures, obvious what she wanted to do. The guardswoman raised an eyebrow in a pleasant surprise when she realized the powers of the psyker were really sealed.

 "Are you sure starting this is a good idea?" She asked Adrianne when the psyker got really close to her, faces almost touching. She was in her full right to retaliate against Adrianne. Especially since she had witnesses about the psyker's attempted attack. The mechanics around them were more than enough. She was just about to headbut the warp out of the annoying woman when the armsman appeared." You again… she started it, you know." The guardswoman replied to Stukov.

 "We were just talking with the nice mechanics!" Catherine said in an excuse though she didn't really care much." Also, respected Celestian, she did try to use her powers to attack me. The mechanics should be more than enough to testify for the obvious gestures and movements, that she did in attempt to activate her powers to choke me." The guardswoman stated with a smile, throwing a glance at the psyker.

 While they followed Solares, Catherine threw a look to Adrianne, saying ' We will be settling this soon, unless you are afraid.' She, kept her gaze just a little while longer, waiting the reply from the psyker.

[User]
Adrianne glowered back at the guardswoman as they were dragged all the way over to the Sister chapel, eying her with a look that could only promise the inevitable whoop-ass that would surely come to Catherine as soon as the first moment of opportunity presented itself!

"Ha-ha-ha... " Adrianne laughed mockingly as she looked over at Catherine with a perilous glare as she spoke of her attempted power use!
"That joke was almost as funny as your combat skills, guardswoman!"

The Psyker said with a mix of amusement, a look that was mostly overshadowed by her glare as she stared directly at Catherine with two violet eyes. If it had not been for the psychic dampening field, it wouldn't be surprising her eyes had actually been emitting two lightning beams of psychic energy that would currently be melting the guardswoman!

By the time they entered the chapel and were given their first moment of silence, Adrianne would promptly start to brush herself the moment the Celestian had let go off her.

"Pompous religious zealots! ... who's bright idea was it to arm them anyway?!"

"Afraid?" Adrianne finally stated as she turned to look at Catherine.

"Do you mean afraid of hurting that pretty little face of yours - for the second time in a row?" With a cocky smirk, Adrianne would tilt her head slightly as she gazed at Catherine, the calming music all around them as they followed closely behind their escorts seemingly not having done much to dampen Adrianne's attitude.

"You know, that could almost be an exercise I wouldn't mind repeating! And now that I know we have a member of the Mechanicum to patch you up, I won't have to hold my punches anymore!"

[Assistant]
"We saw and heard the whole altercation between you two, Guardswoman. What we witnessed was a show of disgraceful and unacceptable behavior. You two act as if you are children, fighting over something meaningless. It would do you both well to remember where you are, save those petty grievances for later." Solares was the one to speak this time, her patience was growing thin with Catherine and Adrianne. The massive cathedral they were now inside of was covered in priceless pieces of angelic art alongside the Adeptus Ministorums own unique architecture.

The group walked up a massive spiral staircase made out of marble until they reached the fifth floor where the council chamber resided. Out in front of the two large doors that lead into the room, Aviza stood with what appeared to be new armor, colored shades of red, gold, and black. "Took all of you long enough, let us make this quick, shall we?" Solares vanished down the stairs as Aviza pulled the massive doors open. Inside, the room looked like something straight out of the neoclassical era.

"So this is the squad that I have been hearing so much about. Everyone take a seat and we shall begin the debriefing." Andromedai wore armor similar to Aviza's but hers was decorated with medals, stripes, and badges that reflected her rank. Pulling a wooden chair from out under the large table in front of her, Aviza took a seat and motioned for the others to do the same. "You may ignore protocol and call me Andromedai for now." One of the celestians that had escorted the group to the council chamber handed over a data-pad to Andromedai who quickly started to skim through its contents.

"So I read the mission reports sent in from the last Inquisitor of your squad. Apparently, after incapacitating one of the cult leaders, mainly Nikolai, you left him inside of the mansion which shortly after exploded." Andromedai tapped the index finger of her right hand upon the wooden desk in front of her, that being the only sound along with the buildings air conditioning unit working overtime. She looked directly at Aviza then to the rest of the squad. "Did anyone get any information from the mansion or did we just blow up a mansion and kill a lot of Slaanesh cultists?"

[User]
Catherine didn't really reply anything to the sister that was mentioning how they observed hers and Adrianne's confrontation. She didn't really find it needed to give any reply to it. She wasn't wrong in her dislike of the psyker which probably meant the psyker wasn't also wrong in her displike of hte guardswoman. This seemed to be one of those point of view things, Catherine thought. She was going to find a way to repay to that annoying woman one way or another. This SoB base presented the perfect opportunity for that. Just needed to wait for hte proper chance.

 She followed the Sister of battle quietly after that, simply waiting to meet their leader that was going to lead them to their next inquisitor to serve. It was going to be interesting to see who's going to lead them from now on. Was it gona be a woman or a man? Which of the inquisitor types and so on.

 Eventually they saw Andromedai who seemed nice enough at first glance. Taking the order to take a seat, the guardswoman quickly complied and took position on one of hte chairs, waiting for whatever was going to happen.

 As she expected it was about the blown up mansion, heh that was going to be interresting if nothing else. She listened to the Sister aask the question, before quickly throwing a look to the rest of the group she arrived with and looked back at Andromedai.

 "According to my initial orders to infiltrate the cult, I've been gathering information for months." Catherine explained, suddenly pressing really hard against the right side of her jaw. An audible crunchining sound could be heard as she spit out what appeared to be a metal tooth." All the information is inside this. Photos of documents, faces, people, maps, anything really that could be potentionally of help. Inside it are details of another cult base on the planet, an underground one. Information about another planet in the system where chaos forces are gathering alongside another Chaos cult and information about an impending attack from Chaos forces somewhere in the system."


[System]
Age
17
Place of Residence
101 Everbrook Circle
Personality Traits
Captain Planet: Much like the anti-pollution 90's superhero, Astrid is a child both of and for the planet. It might come off as obnoxious or just a phase to most adults, but she tries to leave the smallest carbon footprint that she can. Her behavior lends itself well to varying ecofriendly and animal right agencies and clubs around her.

Chameleon: Astrid is great at blending in with any kind of crowd, she changes her 'skin' aka her personality based on what people she interacts with or trying to impress. Her talent for fraud and theatre only help to bolster her eccentric behavior.

For the People: Despite being from a family line surrounded by wealth, the finer things in life never appealed to Astrid if at all. Rather than being caught at a country club or the white-collar version of a séance, Astrid most of the time found herself hanging around Courtland street with those who had nothing but the clothes on their backs.

Lock Box: If there was one flaw that stuck out the most, it was definitely how locked away she kept her actual emotions. With enough rehearsal and the perfect poker face her inner self was practically impregnable from outside hands.
Family History/Backstory
Ever since being born and raised in Everbrook she's wanted to live elsewhere, now it wasn't for the lack of trying that she couldn't get out but moreso a series of unfortunate events. Having been one of the more established names in the quaint town in Maine, there was practically a massive tether attached to mind, body, and soul to young Astrid so she could keep the name and wealth going. All of this was a bit excessive for the developing mind of a young girl, so it was shelved for later down the road. Her parents, like most parents in the area were happily married and dedicated to their heir. Unlike most upper class crust her parents didn't come with the less scrupulous traits of the haughty rich. Both of them worked for their wealth even having had the family's wealth as a safety net (it was more akin to a safety castle, but you get the idea) In what did they work you ask? Well they were both morticians and damn good ones at that. The Evans on their own dime had set up their own funeral home in town and slowly gained traction over the years until they made it to the top.

Of course, no parent would want that intermingling with the lives of their children so like everything else it was locked away until she could face it. Little did she know, Astrid would have to face it much sooner rather than later. It wasn't until middle school than she had found out her mother had developed breast cancer. And despite a three-year long war with the cancer in the end it won out the battle of attrition. The experience of that left a lasting impression on the impressionable Astrid, especially when facing her mom during the wake when the parlor that housed her was the same office, she spent countless hours with her mother and father while they attended their business. Astrid bided her time in Everbrook until it was finally senior year where she thought college would finally be an escape, but tour after tour and letter after letter either got cancelled or returned to sender. The grip of the other side felt like it was tightening its grip around her neck, why couldn't she just leave?
Other Info

* The Evans Estate and Wealth originate from a long line of fisherman turned to fish enterprise with the collection, selling, and competing of anything fish related.
* Astrid works part-time at her parents Funeral Home when she's not in school. While she doesn't tend to the bodies she does tend to nicer things like floral arrangements and receiving calls.
* Astrid drives a Honda XR600 that passed down to her from her father when he first owned it. She prefers two wheels and the vintage look over anything driven around her.

[User]
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Location: Court Street, Everbrook Public Library

Date: May 28th, 2020

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Contrary to what Asélie had expected, the local library had been buzzing with activity as she wheeled her skateboard towards the building. Cars and bikes lined the library exterior, sometimes with faces Asélie recognized from her short career at Everbrook High; faces she expected to be out riding their bikes to the park for a game of baseball or to some other place that teenagers would hang out in a boring town like Everbrook. They all had three months to do whatever they wanted after all the bullshit they put up with, and everyone wanted to visit the library?

"Talk about old-fashioned," Asélie uttered, out loud and to no one in particular.

Stopping momentarily to hop off her board (she didn't want to be yelled at again for riding her skateboard inside the library), Asélie walked up to the front steps of the building, and was greeted by one of the many familiar faces she had recognized seconds ago. "Seems today is full of surprises. I hadn't expected Everbrook High's star wide receiver to be a man of the books." Asélie smiled back, tossing a friendly jab at Danny as he held the door open for her.

"So, how about that football season, huh? Sucks that it was canceled because of quarantine." Asélie commented as she walked inside digging through her bag for the books she needed to return. She didn't particularly care about American football, instead being sucked into the Canadian craze of ice hockey and lacrosse because of her Quebecois roots and—though she would rather die than admit it—her parents, some small talk wouldn't hurt anyone. "I'm sure the Everbrook Grizzlies will be the regional champs next season, though."

As she pulled the library books from her school bag, however, their conversation, and seemingly everyone else's, was suddenly interrupted by someone who said "fuck off" to the old adage of being quiet in the library and announced himself to everyone that had been in the front of the building.

"Cold? I guess it's a little cold in here. But more importantly, Bill? Will? You look like you've seen a ghost. You okay?" She asked, paying little heed to the door slam and creaking—old buildings always had old building issues from wear and tear.

[Assistant]
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A sigh escaped her lips. Amira did not appreciate being stood up last minute, not when she had to leave the comfort of her home. Well, it wasn't so much leaving her house as it was having to get cleaned up and dressed to head out to meet someone in the first place. She reread the message again. Sorry can't make it mom is having car trouble. The girl bit her bottom lip, a tinge of guilt suddenly creeping up on her. Damien didn't exactly live in the wealthiest of families. In fact, him and his single mom were barely keeping their heads above water, so to speak. Amira had noticed that the senior boy had attempted to conceal just how poor he was a few times. But in a town such as Everbrook, that small detail wasn't easily overlooked.

It's okay, some other time! she wrote back before putting her phone away in her bag. She'd already made the drive, and Amira figured she might as well stay in the library for a bit. She could check out a few books, maybe scan through some magazines to catch the latest gossip based on the rich and the famous. Not that the tabloids reported factually accurate information, but nonetheless they made for a fun read. It was one of those guilty pleasures of hers, because every now and then, she needed a break and peel her eyes away from something other than the textbooks required by her classes.

Amira entered the library, noticing that quite a number of kids were already inside. She recognized the majority from school, and she knew the names of only a few of them. Either they were feeling studious to start off the summer break, or they didn't have any alternative plans. She figured it was the latter, not seeing any good reason to be there. Hell, she herself didn't have to be there at the moment, but that didn't stop her from staying. Amira eyed the No Food or Drink Beyond This Point sign, and she hurriedly placed her bottle in her bag. As she did so, she noticed an e-mail notification from her phone. She was curious, and reached for the device to read the message.

To say she was disappointed was an understatement. As she read through the e-mail, Amira tensed up; her grip on the phone tightening. The airlines had postponed her flight until further notice. The reasoning was extremely vague, something about traveling restrictions, and the girl was definitely not happy. She had been looking to visit her family for some time now, to go back to the city and see old friends she hadn't seen in a while. It was her time to get away, and the airlines were now telling her she wouldn't get to do that any time soon. Amira placed the phone back in her bag and decided to use a computer to log into her parents account for the airline. Maybe she'd get a better explanation, or at least be able to rebook for a later date. Not that she wanted to do that, but at that point she had no other choice.

The girl signed her name in the computer log before making her way to one of the stations. She didn't need to contact her parents as she was the one who had initially set up the account. Her parents were smart people, but never really bothered to become tech savvy. They had her to handle any technical matters that may arise. Amira placed her bag on the desk adjacent to the desktop and made herself comfortable on the seat. She was about to click open the browser when she was startled by a door shutting close very loudly from the other side of the library. Then, and just as loudly, another door or possibly the same one creaked open. Instinctively, Amira grabbed her bag and pushed back on the chair, trying to see what had created such noise.

"What the hell was that?" She stood up and took a few steps away from the desk.

[User]
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Location: Court Street, Everbrook Public Library

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Ruby was parking her bike at the remaining unoccupied bike stands when she heard her name being mentioned. You would think that being so early in the vacation, the town's only library would be relatively empty, but no, there seemed to be sizeable crowd already gathering at the library, and perhaps, just perhaps, it being the town's only library had something to do with it. That was most probably the reason unless everyone here today had the same thoughts of her. Since when did people come so early in the vacation to the library anyway?

She turned around to find out who the owner of the voice was, and found it to be none other than Astrid Evans. At least that would who she would be, if she managed to get her name right. She didn't exactly know the girl well, but Ruby was at least 85% sure that the dark-haired girl is indeed Astrid Evans. The one with the Funeral home. Yep, the more she thought about it, the more sure she was that she had gotten the other girl's identity right. "Yup. I'm Ruby. You're Astrid right?" Finishing up with parking her bike, she spoke up once more. "Here to return some books? I am." She gestured towards her deformed backpack. "More than some actually."

Not delaying any longer, Ruby entered the library and ended towards the bookdrop area and emptied the contents of her backpack, temporarily freeing herself of the burden she had been carrying. She was just about to head towards the Mystery section of the library when she saw William heading towards the front of the library with what looked like an apprehensive and slightly worried expression on his face.

At least that was what she thought it looked like. He mentioned something about it getting really cold all of a sudden, and then realization dawned onto her. It was definitely a whole lot colder than it usually was. "It most certainly is. Now that you mention it, I don't remember it ever being this cold before." Will wasn't the only one that jumped when the loud slams came from the back of the library. Loud sounds tend to frightened her, and she too jumped, giving her a good fright.

[Assistant]
Sometimes Astrid wondered how people could be naturally pretty. While they had not had much in the way of a friendship or fleeting acquaintanceship, she knew her enough to notice her in passing. It also helped that the town so small insuring that Astrid almost had to notice Ruby Han's fathers' picture in the local supermarket showcasing that he was the manager of their humble grocery operation.  "Yeah, at least the last time I checked. Although nowadays I wouldn't mind being anyone else that doesn't live here. It's like this town is preventing me from leaving and not just because of the quarantine." Astrid didn't really know why she was venting her frustrations to a girl she barely knew, but she always felt comfortable around people she didn't know and that weren't from Everbrook circle.

The unintentional or intentional yoda reference made her giggle in what was otherwise dreary day in a string of dreary days.  "I didn't know you studied that much or that someone could study that much. If you need any help lugging those around, I can help you. By the way, do you know why the parking lot is so crowded? I expected it to be busy but not this much." Her confusion was only further mounted as they made their way inside and she caught the sight of not one, but several of her peers from Everbrook high in attendance.  "What is going on here?" she pondered in her head, her tongue jabbing the insides of her cheek. It kind of felt like the breakfast club with all of them meeting up so conveniently like this especially with the several stereotypes surround them. There was William the bible thumper, Walter the class clown, Abbie the mean girl, and even your resident jock.

Distracted by the crowd she hadn't noticed Ruby had left her side, until the crippling cold waved over her like a blanket. It was suffocating to say the least. The cold instantly reminded her of the funeral home, the morgue more specifically. The same cold she felt when she held her moms' hand for the last time at the wake. It was a feeling that she no longer wished to feel and so her body instinctively reacted by crossing her arms and rubbing her biceps. Without stating the obvious she tried to be more transparent in her questions than William,  "Why is everyone here in the first place?"


[System]
Age: 14
Hometown: Blackthorn City
Appearance (pic preferred):
Starter:
Bio: Liam dreamed of being a pokemon trainer like his father was once upon a time. He has a fondness for dragons. He dreamed of what the Dragon's Den would look like and hopes to one day be able to visit it. Liam traveled tough Kanto with Shiaranui. The two faced off in the final round of the tournament. When Liam was a baby, he had a babysitter, a Chansey named Florence. (She has evolved since Liam left on his journey.) A slip on a wet floor in the Pewter City Museum revealed that his hair is only dyed black. It was revealed in Blackthorn City, that he is the son of a Nurse Joy. He was as a random trainer called him when he was 5, "The shiny Pokémon of humans." Liam also explained that he uses a special dye, that has Bluk Berries as a key ingredient.
 Liam participated in and won the first and second ever Dragon Cup in Blackthorn City, having teleported home for it with his shiny Alakazam, Sherlock. He has also mastered the Battle Chateau in Kalos. Liam was the runner up in Hoenn's Grand Festival, and won The Evergrande Conference. Liam went on to fight and defeat Hoenn's Elite and Champion

Requested Legend(s): n/a
and his rival:

Name: Trevor Walton
Age: 14
Hometown: Vermilion City
Appearance (pic preferred):
Starter: -
Bio: Trevor disliked Liam, he disliked Liam solely due to the fact that he felt inadequate, believing Liam is coincided by his looks and talent in training. During the trip though Kanto, Trevor more or less followed the path of Blue in the original games. Recently, Trevor has warmed up some to Liam and Shiranui. He still may not particularly like them, but he respects them as strong Pokemon Trainers.

[User] The Trick Room had faded as Jiraiya threw a gob of poisonous slime at Titania. "Whip that Gunk Shot with Grass Knot!" The Gardevoir conjured a grassy rope and used it to whip the Gunk Shot off course. A loud crack had sounded on impact.

[Assistant] "Night Slash!" Liam called. Jiriya began to zero in to do some sword play, ending with an attack.

[User] "Titania, Hyper Voice! Mega Ring activate!" Shiranui activated his Mega Ring and Titania was enveloped in the dazzling glow of Mega Evolution. The glow faded to reveal Titania's Mega form and the Mega Gardevoir took a deep breath and let loose a shout that was as captivating as a Primarina's singing thanks to her Pixilate ability.

[Assistant] Jiriya was hurt by the Hyper Voice, but continued to carry on with his move.

[User] Jiraiya's attack connected and Shiranui lost some points.

[Assistant] "Gunk Shot into Water Shuriken!" Liam called. Jiriya tossed five shurikens of water and spat a glob of poison on each.

[User] "Push 'em back with Psyshock!" Titania unleashed a wave of psychic energy similar to a blast wave, causing the poisoned shuriken to lose their shape and velocity.

[Assistant] Liam lost some points with that counter. "Double Night slash!" Jiriya began his graceful moves with two blades.

[User] "Confuse Ray!" Titania let off a bright flash that left Jiraiya confused.

[Assistant] Jiriya hit himself in confusion, taking a big chunk from Liam's points. Liam called for Gunk Shot.

[User] "Double Team!" Titania made several copies and the Gunk Shot made one of them vanish.

[Assistant] Liam's points dropped more. "Water Shuriken! spread it around!" Jiriya tossed the shuirken all over, hoping to eliminate the remainnig copies.

[User] The copies were eliminated and Shiranui lost some points. "Titania, time to battle from the other side! Use Skill Swap!" The Mega Gardevoir started using her psychic powers and both battlers started glowing with auras as Titania prepared to swap her Pixilate ability with Jiraiya's Protean ability.

[Assistant] Jiriya was now stuck as a pure water type. "Gunk Shot!"

[User] Titania was hit by the attack and time was on the verge of expiring. "Titania, Thunderbolt!" The Mega Gardevoir conjured an electric arc between her hands and let loose a bolt of electricity.

[Assistant]
"Substitute into Night Slash!" At the last moment, Jiriya conjured a substitute that recived the bad shock and burst. Jiriya appeared behind Tatiana with the dark typed blade in hand. Jiriya's maneuver lowered Shiranui's points slightly, Jiriya was about to hit the Gardevoir with the Night Slash when Lillian called "Time!" If that would have connected, Liam would have won but instead it was a draw. Jiriya was tired, and wouldn't take too much more. It would be down to the next attack to connect wins.
 "Double Team into Night Slash!" Jiriya made copies of himself and they leapt in with the blades making a star-like shape and closing in on Titania.

[User] "Magical Leaf Salvo!" Titania conjured lots of iridescent leaves and sent them flying at the Greninja copies, each leaf sure to hit.

[Assistant] Jiriya was hit just when his blade was just an inch away from Titania, and he was knocked out. A red "x" appeared on the each of the monitors at the judges' desks. Shiranui was named the winner. Liam came out and helped Jiriya up, praising him for the good job before recalling him to his ball.

[User] Titania breathed a sigh of relief as she was recalled to her ball. "Another tenth of a second and you would have had me," commented Shiranui after receiving his ribbon.

[Assistant] "Yeah, that was a close one." Lam said. After the ribbon was awarded, Liam went to get Jiriya and Smaug healed up.

[User] Shiranui went with Liam to get Higitsune and Titania healed up. "Our next stop, I believe, is the Battle Dome up near Lavender Town," he stated.

[Assistant]
"Yup, not to mention Lavender's Contest." Liam said.
 "Alola boys!" came a voice from behind them. Liam turned his head to see his father approaching. Liam noticed that his father had developed a tan.

[User] "Alola to you, Mr. Coleman," replied Shiranui, assuming Mr. Coleman's greeting was an Alolan custom, "How was your trip?"

[Assistant] "It was amazing." Mr. Coleman replied as he took a seat. "I also got something for you boys." He said as he handed them both something that resembled a tiki. "This is an ornament that depicts a mysterious Pokémon that has been venerated as a guardian deity for an extremely long time in Alola." He explined. Liam thanked his father for it.

[User]
Shiranui was curious about the ornament so he pulled out his Pokédex and scanned it. "Tapu Koko, the Land Spirit Pokémon. It confuses its enemies by flying too quickly for the eye to follow. It has a hair-trigger temper but forgets what made it angry an instant later."
"Alola must truly be fascinating if Pokémon such as Primarina and Tapu Koko are from there," commented Shiranui.

[Assistant] A Chancey brought the four Pokémon that the heroes combined put in for healing. Liam thanked the Chancey. Mr. Coleman said he had something he wanted to show the boys and asked them to follow him out.

[User] Shiranui got his Pokémon back and followed Mr. Coleman out, his curiosity renewed.

[Assistant]
"I found two particular Pokémon in Alola. One that you will like son, and the other one is for my wife." He held a Heal Ball and a Luxury Ball in his hand. He tossed them in th air and they opened. from the Heal Ball came a Pokémon that resembled a lei, and from the other came a quadrupedal creature. It had a yellow heart shape ontop of its head. The top half of its body is a stone grey, while the bottom half was a darker grey. "These are Comfey and Jangmo-o." He explained. "Joys in Alola use Comfey along with the standard Chansey and Blissy." He explained.
 Liam commented that Jangmo-o was cute.
 "It's also a dragon." Mr. Coleman said. At that comment, Liam had the same facial expression as Ash does in this picture.

[User]
Shiranui scanned the two new Pokémon. "Comfey, the Posy Picker Pokémon. It attaches flowers to its highly nutritious vine. This revitalizes the flowers, and they give off an aromatic scent."
"Jangmo-o, the Scaly Pokémon. It expresses its feelings by smacking its scales. Metallic sounds echo through the tall mountains where Jangmo-o lives."
"Looks like you just gained a new friend, Liam," stated Shiranui.

[Assistant] Mr. Coleman recalled Comfey. Jangmo-o was interested in Liam.

[User] Shiranui watched Jangmo-o with curiosity. He realised he'd have to face it in battle someday.

[Assistant] Liam said aloud that he was going to need to try and find a Jangmo-o when he goes to Alola.

[User] "Good luck with that," replied Shiranui, "According to the Pokédex, they live on tall mountains where few if any humans go."

[Assistant] "Well, I guess I'll have to climb every mountain." Liam said knowing full well he was quoting a song.

[User] Shiranui raised an eyebrow, not knowing of the song Liam was quoting.

[Assistant] "Well, shall we go on to the Battle Tower?" Liam asked.

[User] "That's a bit far away," answered Shiranui.

[Assistant] "Did I say 'tower'?" Liam asked. "I meant 'Dome'."

[User] "Then yes we shall," answered Shiranui.

[Assistant] Liam's father deicded to accompany them to watch the battle at the battle Dome.

[User] Shiranui knew Mr. Coleman had watched their battles live before. What he didn't know was battles at the Battle Dome were public exhibition matches. He did get the 411 from Renketsumoh about the rules of battle mirroring those at the Kumquat Island Gym. As the heroes and Mr. Coleman left, a lone Pokémon that had stowed away on the cruise liner that was docked at the port was watching over the trio. This Pokémon bore a loose resemblance to Pikachu only it lacked forelimbs, its tail was wooden, its face looked like it was hastily drawn on and the rag it wore looked like it was decades old. They were being watched and followed by a Mimikyu.

[Assistant] Before long, the group reached the point where they turned north. "Now, its a straiht shot." Liam said.

[User] "More or less," Shiranui replied, seeing the zigzags and twists of Route 12's jetties.

[Assistant] "Well, it won't be long now until we are at the Dome." Liam said.

[User] Shiranui nodded in agreement. "Chances are, we'll find Scott there," he stated.

[Assistant] "Probably a safee bet." Liam said as they entered Lavender Town. "But, first we should heal up."

[User] "Definitely," Shiranui agreed.

[Assistant]
Lima checked into the Lavender Pokémon Center. The Lavender Joy was behind her desk with a gloomy look on her face. Her voice was also missing the perky tone of the other Joys. She took Liam's Pokémon for healing.
 "Liam, you have a visitor over there." She said shortly pointing off toward a set of tables. Scott sa at one drinking tea.

[User] Shiranui put his Pokémon in for healing and noticed Scott at a table. "I knew it," he stated to Liam.

[Assistant] Scott waved to the heroes. He finished his tea and came over. "Greetings boys." He said. "I trust that you are ready to face the Battle Dome?" He asked. He than saw Mr. Coleman, and deduced he was Liam's father, due to similarties in their apperances.

[User] "We're ready," answered Shiranui.

[Assistant] The Pokémon were brought back to the heroes. Liam thanked the haney that delivered them.

[User] Shiranui did likewise and was ready to face the Battle Dome.

[Assistant] There was a huge crowd around the Dome. Scott mentioned that Dome Ace Tucker having any challengers is big, and many people come to watch the battle. Scott also mentioned that usually his challengers get interviewed, normally about where they are from, strategies they like to use, types they like, etc.


[System]
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Age: 17, born 11th October 1998
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual/Bi-Romantic

Appearance

Arthur is above average height, standing at 5' 11", is broad shouldered and has a strong build from years of playing a variety of sports. Ever since he stopped growing, in the last year or so, he has undergone physical training under the instruction of a tutor to enhance his potential as a sportsman and athlete. As such he is well toned and has a habit of beginning every morning early with a round of intense exercise.

He is naturally pale skinned but has a long-term tan from his frequent outdoors activities and has very pale hair, blond almost to the point of being white-haired. His eyes are a turquoise colour, bright and warm, with an intensity that could be unnerving if it were not for the relaxed air that surrounds their owner.

History

Arthur was born and bred in Southern England of the United Kingdom. His father was a successful accountant to the wealthy in London, often away for weeks or even months at a time while his mother had worked as a lawyer before Arthur came along. After that she retired but still received a sizeable income after inheriting controlling shares of a large stationary company built up by her grandfather.

Ever since Arthur can remember his mother has been mentally unstable and it supposedly only got worse after giving birth to him. Arthur's father never said a thing but it was clear he put a great deal of blame on his son and, although he provided an extraordinarily privileged upbringing, there was no love in the relationship. When the option for going to a boarding school arose Arthur was shipped off before he even knew what was happening and ever since has rarely returned home and even then only for a brief period of time.

As one might expect with such wealth in the family, Arthur had access to the most expensive tutors and trainers with a great deal of expectation thrust upon the only child in the family. His strong academic performance was matched with an array of athletic and other sporting awards and it was inevitable that he was given multiple scholarships to Eton, the most expensive and prestigious school in the country. Here he brushed shoulders with the offspring of former Prime Ministers and other leading politicians, the children of the richest and most powerful businessmen and women and even the occasional Royal (although not any heirs to the throne, of course).

Over the years he learned to enjoy his time away from home and his family and became very independent. A lot of his spare time was spent with various sports team (specifically the badminton, rugby and athletic clubs) and the rest was in the expansive libraries his affluent schools opened to their pupils.

It was during one of these spells in the quiet library that he was seized by the programme's operatives and secreted out to a waiting vehicle, the librarian conveniently called away to an emergency elsewhere.

Power: Accelerated healing.

It was during a rugby game that Arthur first had a clue to his power's existence. A high tackle wrenched his left shoulder out of its socket but his coach forced it back in as there was no sub to take his place and cancelling a game due to injury would forever be a blight upon the school's record. The next few scrums put additional pressure on the shoulder until his collar bone fractured just as the game ended.

Once at hospital it was found the injury had begun to mend already and he constantly exceeded his doctor's time frames for the recovery process to the point of it being abnormal.

[User]
URIEL ATTICUS: LOCATION - AUDITORIUM

There was a way out. The lady out front said so herself. Uriel felt his heart tighten, a smile forcing the corners of his lips upwards. He wasn't going to be a lab rat for the rest of his days! Sure it would take a few years if what Nilin said was anything to go by, but Uriel was a quick learner. He'd already figured out the sensor part of his powers in a week! He could feel Mara's stinging finger, Irina and Shirtless Abel's headaches, and gauge the severity of their pain. Speaking of which, should he do something about those headaches? His mentor stated that his full set of powers was "pain manipulation" so maybe he could tune the sensation down for others? Could he do that yet? Maybe later, right now he wanted to listen.

Can you really trust that lady's words?

Uriel shushed and quickly derailed that train of thought. False hope was better than having none at all. Desperation was the only thing directing his actions here. With the joyful possibility of freedom in the air, Uriel sat back and enjoyed Nilin's light show. Wow, she was really giving them the ol' razzle dazzle. He felt the usual curiosity and wonder burst from his chest. The smile on his face grew into an amazed gawp.

"So you do illusions then?" he asked eagerly.

Was it illusion or matter manipulation? Hopefully not the latter. The ability to alter the nature of energy itself was terrifying. An Oppenheimer kind of terrifying. If it really was energy manipulation and not illusion…

Maybe it was a good thing she got captured for rehabilitation then.

As soon as Uriel thought those words he felt a nasty mixture of guilt and disgust. But he couldn't deny the reason behind it. He wouldn't dwell on it for long though, there was this weird sensation in his head, kind of like another-

Uriel!

"Geh!" The teen jolted in his seat, hoping he wouldn't get weird looks for the show of surprise. That was Irina, wasn't it? In his head. Guess she was learning to do some other funky brain stuff with her powers. She didn't hear what he thought about Nilin earlier did she? He didn't need someone he'll spend the next couple of years hating him any further. Time to start some distraction banter.

Atticus to Ivanov here, he thought-said, doing his best mock pilot voice, testing out the communication lines. Do you copy? Over.

[Assistant]
@banjoanjo@HellHoundWoof@Lillium@Thundercrash@SheriffLlama@wolverbells@HecateProxy

GM Post

Nilin looked over the group, the wary faces trying their best to hide the blossoming hope underneath. Irina's attention was elsewhere, as it might be when one has several voices sounding off inside one's mind. By and large, it seemed that they were now prepared to listen, or move on. At the very least, they were less suspicious and resistant than before her display so it had been the correct choice to display it in such a vivid manner.

"The first group session will involve everyone and from there we will assess you and divide you into smaller groups more applicable to your individual ability types. Training in groups alongside your individual sessions has yielded rapid results in the past and should enable you all to develop and control your abilities faster."

Nilin strode up one of the aisles and through the auditorium doors, turning left and taking the door at the opposite end of the corridor to where the residents had been going for their individual sessions. There was no need to tell the group to follow, they simply did so obediently although with some quiet conversation as they followed their new instructor with some small degree of hope.

After a few turns past the previously locked door Nilin came to a large set of double doors and pushed through them without pause, the group following her into a massive but empty room. The walls were shielded with metal plates and there were none of the fake-windows in here, just an array of lights in the ceiling that were behind a fine mesh gauze, presumably for protection.

"This is the main training room used for group activities. For now I'm going to split you all into pairs and you're going to work out a way to train your abilities together. Then you'll rotate partners and experiment with each other to find what works and what doesn't." Nilin had no pad or list from which to read, there was no need, so familiar was she with each of the individuals and their respective abilities.

"Your starting pairs are as follows: Irina and Stasya, Mara and Nikolai, Arthur and Uriel, Lucie with Christian. As we have an odd number Abel will join Irina and Stasya. I'll tell you when to switch partners. Discuss where your powers overlap and test them against each other. One thing though: don't do anything unnecessarily dangerous." A slight, wry smile briefly flittered across her lips before promptly disappearing. "It's still early days for that."

[User]
Irina Ivanov
Location: Auditorium, then following NIlin
Mentions:@Jinxer@banjoanjo@Thundercrash

'Careful, Irina….'

 'What? Who?'

Irina had heard her name being called through one of the thoughts but had not caught whatever the person was thinking fast enough. It sounded like Arthur, but then again there were so many other voices dancing around in her head that she did not have the attention span to sit there and try to figure it out.

Not only did the young woman now have to deal with all of the voices, but she also had to work with her new found ability, and also try to wrap her head around what exactly she had just seen Nilin do.

'So, an illusion? But is it merely optical or has she planted it in our minds? Assuming that it is, in fact, an illusion. He briefly glanced over at Irina. If it's the latter then we might have a problem. If we were wanting to leave, that is.'

Without moving, Irina listened closely to the message that Arthur had thought. She bit her lip as her brows furrowed in concentration. Surely if what Nilin had just done was something that had been planted in their minds, Irina would have felt it. Or she would have at least felt something. Anything. Yet she didn't. Her green eyes quickly glanced over at Arthur and make contact, which she followed by a quick shake to her head. She attempted to re-assure the young man that it was not the latter without drawing too much attention towards her.

'Oh thank you!'

The voice was louder than the others suddenly which caused Irina to slightly cringe, but not to where the others could notice. Stasya was speaking to her now which was surprising. Irina never would have figured that the young and timid girl would ever really reach out to her. Irina followed the Russian girl's thoughts with intent and diligence as she tried to understand everything that was trying to be told.

Once Irina deciphered the thought process along with what was being directly thought her way, her own gears started turning in her head. Stasya had a point. If Irina could somehow manage to connect with everyone then maybe they could have a sort of privacy, but to do that, she would need to practice. Not only that but she had to be very careful of how she came about it. One wrong move or thought would mean that everyone could possibly hear everything that was inside of her mind which was not always happy.

'I'll help… I will need time to get better at this but I will help as much as I can.'

Irina attempted to do everything the same in her mind as she did earlier to be able to reach Stasya, even going as far as repeating herself several times.

'Atticus to Ivanov here, testing out the communication lines. Do you copy? Over.'

 'Uriel! Can you still hear me?! Come on say yes…'

Irina tried her best to try and touch back to everyone that had heard her "mind shouting". It was a better outcome then she had expected, which meant she was a bit stronger. Unfortunately her attention could not be kept on her inner communication for long due to Nilin escorting them somewhere else. The group exercises.

Irina would be paired with Stasya. Part of her wish she could have just gone and sat down with Abel, but the other part was thankful. Stasya seemed to have a good mind link with Irina which gave her more time to practice. Nilin went ahead and told them to converse amongst each other to be able to tell how their powers coincided. Irina simply blinked at Stasya and stood awkwardly as she shifted her weight from one leg to the other.

Irina was half Russian and half Spaniard. Her mother spoke more Spanish than Russian so she spoke choppy Russian although she understood it well enough. She could think it way better than she could verbally speak it.

With a small and apologetic smile, Irina went up to Stasya and pointed to her own forehead. "I hear you." She followed her sentence by switching her pointing direction and placing her finger near Stasya's forehead.

[Assistant]
Irina's rebuttal of Arthur's analysis was somewhat comforting. Although she had not perfected her power it was still good to know that, from her experience at least, their new instructor's power was not the invasive nightmare that he had imagined. He could see that she was both struggling and experimenting with the new applications of her ability but exhaustion was beginning to take its toll.

Arthur made a note to himself to put in a request for the power nullifier to be put on, or at least to question its inactivity at night time and the potentially dangerous consequences of leaving it so; asking for things at this stage would only increase their captors' confidence in the control they exercised over the inhabitants of the facility.

"I'm really not sure I want to be testing my powers out with others..." Arthur muttered to himself. As far as he could tell, the only way to put his abilities to the test was to be injured in some way or other and then see how long said injury took to repair. Thankfully there was no one in their group likely to blow a massive hole in his chest or something drastic like that; the young Brit seriously doubted his 'Accelerated Healing' power covered gaping chest wounds and the like.

When Nilin announced his first pairing he was mildly pleased. He and Uriel got on well, both being from somewhat advantageous backgrounds; although, Arthur had a feeling that Uriel's early life had been more pleasant than his own. That, or the Aussie dealt with it very well. Looking around the small gaggle of adolescents, Arthur located Uriel and shot off a mock salute when his partner had spotted him.

"Looks like we're up first. I'm not sure how you want to go about this but... my power is pretty much entirely passive." He grimaced a little before continuing. "And... the only way I can see us 'training our abilities together', as our new coach/chief scientist/warden has commanded, is if you... y'know, hurt me. And then we see how long it takes me to recover. Fun, right?"


[System]
Lamia, 'That creepy snake girl'
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Appearance: At first glance Chloe could be mistaken for normal. She has medium neck length hair that definitely hasn't seen much more attention than an occasional brush. She has Caucasian facial structure and soft features that make her look younger than she is. While she could be considered pretty she doesn't have any of the features that would get her called 'cute' or 'beautiful' and she can often fall into the background when compared to other girls. Her eyes are a light brown, most of the time.
She has a thin athletic build, though without much of the muscle a true athlete would had. Some in fact might just call her a bit skinny. Shes not dissatisfied with her appearance however, as she does have some feminine 'attributes'. Nothing impressive but far more than some of the girls shes seen.
Her one annoyance beyond her incredible averageness is her height. Standing at 5'3 she isn't far below the average and many people don't know why it bothers her so much. She believes that if shes going to be cursed with average looks then fate could have at least given her a normal height.
She often dresses in T-Shirts and shorts, though she will wear most things, including dresses. She particularly likes bird themed designs on her clothes.

This is her appearance most of the time, however it has an annoying tendency to change when she gets emotional or stressed. The most common change is in the eyes, with them taking on the appearance of a variety of snakes. This can be rather off-putting to most people, as they can seem very cold and can land her in the uncanny valley. In more extreme cases fangs, stretchable jaw joints and body covering scales (anything from brown python to rainbow boa) can appear. In this state she can occasionally smell of reptilian musk, which necessitates frequent showers.

Skills/Talents:
Decent climber: The one physical activity she ever really enjoyed was rock climbing and it shows. Shes an above average climber in terms of skill, but her main trait is that shes completely fearless of heights or dangers, even if she probably should be.

Bird Watcher: If you can point out a bird, Chloe can name it. Extensive knowledge of native birds isn't her only talent however, she also knows a lot about bird-care and breeding. She is definitely thinking about setting up a parrot breeding business once shes back from camp.

Mixed bag: Chloe has tried lots of different clubs and sports, though shes never managed to stick to any bar climbing. Thus she has beginner knowledge in many martial arts, crafts, sports, trivia and games. Her short attention span is both a curse and a great incentive to try new things. This 'Skill' rarely comes in useful.

Brief Backstory: Chloe was born in England on the 31st of October. Her Father was an accountant and her mother a schoolteacher, so she ended up with quite a bit of pressure to always do her homework and behave in lessons. She wasn't a perfectly behaved child of course, as she tended to enjoy taking risks to show off to anyone who would watch. She was rather outgoing and tried to make many friends and try all the clubs and activities in school, though she never achieved any great successes.
She was generally happy with her life, until her 16th birthday when her parents announced that they would be moving to America to the dream house they had been saving for. This did not amuse Chloe, who tried her hardest to convince them to say. All her friends were in England after all, and she had planned which college and university she was going to apply for, and what job she wanted to get. It would ruin everything.

They still went of course, but Chloe was rather put out.

As with her life and looks, the awakening of her powers was rather boring. One day she simply woke up as a Cobra. After an initial scare and some confusion her parents found out and got her registered with NEST, who determined that she was likely not a threat. Things would have gone back to normal if not for one fact, the college she was attending was in a primarily anti-metahuman area, with a large Saviors presence.
After an accidental change in lesson, her life became somewhat more difficult, with notes going mission and friends finding excuses to leave when they say her. It all came to a head when a local 'Pure' wannabe decided to show the 'creepy snake girl' she wasn't wanted. During the incident Chloe came close to losing control of her instincts, almost biting the boy. Thus she decided that she needed proper instruction, getting her parents to contact NEST about enrolling her in one of their academies.

It wasnt until after it was arranged that she realised it was covered in snow.

Power Information
Super-System - Bestial
Power:
Serpent Form (or 'Snakeshifting')
Chloe's power is to shapeshift into any natural snake. This gives her a range of abilties such as swimming, gliding, climbing, constricting, hiding and of course biting. Chloe has some control over the forms themselves, able to choose to become any known morph or varient of snake, including using the max sizes of species rather then the average. This also allows her to make her snake forms slightly more durable.

Partial Shifting
Chloe can also take chosen aspects of serpents and apply them to her human body. This power is something she had trouble with though, often activating it by mistake when emotional or pulling more aspects than she wants when using it on purpose. The main features she considers useful is infrared vision, vibration sense, incredible agility, enhanced smell/taste and slightly armored scales.

Limits:
Chloe can only turn into real snakes. So far she has never managed any of the mythological variants like the basilisk. She does think that being a feathered serpent would be cool, but unfortunately her efforts to add wings haven't met success.
Also her ability to enhance the strength, toughness or size of her forms is rather limited.
The limits of her partial shapeshifting are twofold, first there only so much you can get from a single animal group like snakes. Second is that the ability seems to be rather temperamental.

Weaknesses/Drawbacks:

The main weakness to her power is that any metahuman with a combat ability can probably kill a snake. They are not the most resilient of creatures, and when in human form she is not really any tougher or stronger than normal. The scales and enhancement could stop a knife wielded by a non-metahuman, but guns and above would be just as dangerous to her as anyone else.

Chloe also suffers from some residual serpentine instincts whenever she uses her power. On more than one occasion shes found herself curled up by a radiator or grabbing a passing small animal without meaning too. Whats rather disturbing is how tasty looking the rats she sees are becoming.
The last weakness was developed recently. When trying partial shifting for the first time Chloe somehow managed to perminatly apply a snakes cold blooded physiology to herself and hasn't figured out how to remove it since. This has left her slightly slower in cold climates as her metabolism slows right down. A slight benifit caused by this weakness is that she doesnt need to eat as often when cold.

Relationships

Family:
Mother: Katrina Knight (Good relationship, though slightly strained due to the unwanted move)
Father: Micheal Knight (Same as above)

Dynamics:
Basically your character's relationship with other characters.
 {Character Name}  |  {Impression (Good/Bad/Neutral}  |  {Relationship (Friend, Rival, Crush, etc)} | {Character Thoughts via in-character quote} |

Other
* Interesting fact: Chloe doesnt really care for snakes that much.
Quote: Oh shit, I think I broke my homeostasis

[User]
Richard Fowl

Scary

Richard has always proved that his exceptional display of observation was something to be regarded above others. Never in the years of his academic prosperity showed a lackluster manifestation of his skills and talents let alone failure to attain notable achievements. It was either learn and be better or fail and become no one. The latter was somehow, a concept he more often embraced than the former as his pessimism was the sole foundation of his strengths. A paradox as it seemed, but it gave him a great deal of accomplishments the more he became drawn to it. It cemented a transparency towards realism, ushering a snippet of his conviction from the falseness everyone kept on clinging. There were times when it plunged him into a looping contradiction, unknowing that this quality alone could be one unyielding disadvantage.

So much for observation skills, this wasn't the finest of his demonstrations. Richard felt the strains of his embarrassment flushing within his pale and frosty skin. Following a sudden suspicion kept him from blaming anything other than his unawareness and as well, cornered him to a near dead end where his pretentious reasoning deemed far from saving his wits. Even so, the serene eloquence lacing within the bounds of the blonde's cadence was enough to bring Richard back in his own comfort. The girl may sounded curiously nettled but seeing her that way only lifted Richard's uncanny confidence.

"Excuse my unawareness, dear lovely damsel." He paused both his words and his tracks as he carefully patched his phlegmatic composure. "I believe my sense of direction is rather frail against this vast and interwoven maze. Plus, the continual, bone-chilling downpour has partly drowned my mind into an insidious coil."

Idiot! That's because you're wearing a sweatshirt. None could've contradicted himself more than the impudent howls of his thoughts.

Richard cleared his throat, an attempt he'd often make just to buy time for his mind to develop the appropriate words. Apparently, he felt it was far from being out of his control. With years spent on speaking publicly from scholastic competitions, improvising was but a matter of an effortless endeavor.

"Invading your privacy is far from being an intention of mine. I've spent the entirety of my youth presenting an unbiased practice of respect and there wasn't a single day I've recalled to employ any barbaric means to get one's attention. I sympathize with one's opinion and I would never pillage them." If he could've smirked anytime, he would've gladly did it. However, the charisma he was trying to portray held him back. Perhaps it would be best to express it once the blonde would turn to her blind side.

"I apologize once more. I admit it is a fault of mine for not mustering my composure and it's outright pitiful of me to take the blame on a lifeless being such as this weather. Perhaps if there's anything I can do to deserve your forgiveness, I would definitely grant it with all of my nobility."

With that, Richard strove to lift yet another smile, gesturing a distinctive nod to project what his words pertained.

[Assistant]
Copen was a little overjoyed when the girl was receptive to his advance. He was an excitable fellow, and new friends were no reason for sombreness. He peered at the photos on the small screen, cupping his hand around it so that they were more clear. She was pretty good at it, he supposed - but he didn't know that much about photograph, to be honest. He straightened, nodding at her explanation. The boy flashed his signature grin, voice a little louder than most people's.

"Ah, ja? I like your photos!" he said. "They are good. It's nice to meet you, Wendy. I am Copen." Instinctively, he started to offer his hand to her as he'd been brought up to do - but then hesitated. Guys at least tried to return a firm handshake. Girls probably wouldn't expect such a strong grip. He awkwardly closed his hand into a fist, putting it back by his side. "I came here by myself," he continued, feeling a little guilty about being so rude.

A sudden retching caught his attention. His expression changing to that of curiosity and concern, he peered around Wendy and toward the figure - a boy, seemingly Mexican or something. He wasn't looking too great. Copen had a soft heart, and he frowned as he took a step forward.

"Hey, are you okay? I can help you back inside, or call somebody..."

@Mr Allen J

[User]
"You look cold, yeah? Go ahead, wear it for now. Just... be careful with it."

Chloe actually felt slightly overwhelmed by the offer. She knew it was stupid, after all he was just offering his coat to a cold looking girl. Still, it had taken all afternoon to get nice and toasty after arriving in this frozen wasteland and the ice powered girl had ruined it. She wasn't mad at her or anything but at the time it was just so frustrating it almost made her want to cry. She thought it was probably difficult for others to appreciate how hard it is to get comfortable when you couldn't control your own temperature without outside help. Coats and jumpers were useless since she didn't produce any heat for them to trap and her bed had been freezing every night until her parents had got her the electric blankets. As a result she had become quite used to the feeling of her body slowing down and becoming numb with cold, though being used to it didn't make it any more pleasant, in-

She was spacing out again.

Acting fast as to not lose any more of the precious body heat left on the coat, Chloe reached out and gently pulled the valuable looking coat on. It was far to large for her, but the feeling of the warmth was worth its weight in gold.

"Thank you, really. I can't warm up properly unless I get the heat from somewhere else, so coats usually don't help me" Chloe's expression was thankful, but soon a wry smile appeared "One of the many joys of having snake themed powers"

scary


[System]
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Appearance: Before entering the mirror world:
After entering mirror world:
Speciality in the mirror world: Ranger

[User]
At the town hall Donny spoke to Elder Namara about his situation. The elder seemed sadden but said nothing to disaude Donny from his path. A lot of the older men were now leaving the village to find their futures elsewhere, some returning, others not. Donny made it clear that he didn't really intend to return of his own accord, and the Elder accepted this. Donny will be paid for his lands and goods, a hefty and rather generous amount thanks to the quality of his lands and the services he and his family have provided for the village.

But there were other matters. Personal matters. The two spoke in hush and somber tones. A few times Donny raised his voice. "I haven't forgotten what I believe in. But there's only so much I can do cooped up in a farm. I can talk a lot but I gotta do something. This would be the first step into making that happen." The tension in Donny's voice was palpable. But the Elder said something that deflated Donny. He sat down looking uncertain and scared.

Soon Donny walked out with more coin and a dour mood. One problem after another, but he'll figure something out. He always has. For now he should say his goodbyes to the rest of the villagers, gather the other supplies, and then meet up with the others.

[Assistant]
Naomi laughed softly disarming most people around her before she began explaining six new types of stitches meant to make the edges hold their form without bunching, layer in a seam for pants so that they don't bust as a man or woman moves in them, and so on.

She even allows the women to examine her odd assortment of needles explaining their functions and even displaying a small master piece of needlepoint she is working on using threads that catch the light and cast it back. (The Art is the Hufflepuff Shield)

I love sewing while I read or do research if I am not writing; I am well known for my need to keep notes.

My family life afforded me the ability and access to pursue anything I was interested in because my dad is a well known composer back home even performing two of his works as Crown Command Performances.

I am 17 years old and was emancipated by my father when I was 15 years old because he wanted me to have the chance to steer my life in a way he was never able to.

I was free to live where I wanted, attend whatever school or course I wanted to….to be a fool if I wanted

The blonde looks the gathered women over smiling in mock innosense laughing silently before saying in an Oh so proper and posh tone But of course I was a sober and practical girl so father never worried

[User] Lucas noticed Naomi talking to the woman who came with Odum and wandered over to them. "Hey Naomi, what're you up to?" he asked, noticing what she was doing.

[Assistant]
"Ah, a rich girl aren't you? Going to school, being an independent woman, ah I'm sure you've had plenty of men try to earn your favor. Your family certainly sounds like a wealthy one. Makes me a bit jealous!"

Enta emulated Naomi's stitching with the rest of the women and was learning quick. Needles were passed around and Enta made a quick coin selling iron needles to the womenfolk. Enta was very curious however; she's never heard about this family (based off the design Naomi stitched) or school Naomi came from. She wondered if she was lying.

"Where did you come from? It's rare to find a nice woman like you who's given so much freedom and privilege. Me, I had to scrap by with what I got."

[User] As Lance walked through the village with Tawny the way villagers were avoiding them was becoming steadily more apparent. It wasn't as though he could convince them that the wolf was no threat to them, heck he didn't even believe that himself. "We need to find something... something that will help everyone be not so on edge with each other. I don't know if it's fear, excitement or a mixture of the two, but everyone seems to be so different." Lance stops and turns towards Tawny. "Even if it's not on the surface. So, what made you pick the spear?" Lance wasn't even sure why he was asking, there might not of even been an answer to that question.

[Assistant]
Tawny snapped out of her thoughts when Lance spoke again. It seemed that she was not the only one who had noticed the strange change in the behaviors of some of their friends. Lance had realized it too, and it appeared that he was still concerned about the matter. Something that could help alleviate the edginess, let's see... Looking around, she spotted a vendor that seemed to be selling sweets. That might help a little.

Her companion then said something else that caught her attention. What did he mean by 'Even if it's not on the surface' when he turned to her? Was he implying that there was something different about her too and she had not shown it yet? She hoped not, for Lance still seemed like himself and she wanted to remain in her right mind as well. Some of them still had to be, at least. She did not have the time to think about it for long, as he suddenly asked a question.

"It cut me while I was rummaging around in that crate, so I picked it up for a better look and then decided to keep it. It actually is quite pretty," she replied as she took a look at her fingers where she had gotten cut, finding that the wound had started to heal. She then gestured to the vendor she had seen earlier. "It's been said that sweets like chocolate and honey tend to cheer people up. Shall we bring some back for the rest?"

[User] Reina blinked and tilted her head as she looked around wondering if she could find someone or something to help her out with her magic.

[Assistant]
Donny was walking through town to check on everyone when he spotted an odd sight. A handful of druids were in town; normally they stayed away in their own conclaves, coming only during emergencies and even then, not in such big numbers like this. Something must be going on. Donny, along with the Elder, approached the group. "Wiress Lumeria. What brings you into Wayward?"

An older women dressed in ragged furs adorned with feathers, bones, and berry-based pigments turned to Donny with a grim look. "We have sensed new winds on the horizon. It's flow disrupts the natural order... Or rather, it comes to change the stagnant air that has permeated for so long." Always with the riddles, though Donny had a good idea of what this woman was talking about. Surely it was no coincidence that there is a "new wind" around the same time he's escorting these strangers somewhere.

"I see. Though I take it that since you're here with your coven, that's ain't a good thing?" The women nodded her head. She looked towards the others who brought forth the mangled remains of a deer. Except it wasn't mangled as if it was torn away by monsters, but some sort of sickening, grotesque fetish of flesh and bones. Donny wondered why they brought it here. "A dark effigy. Flesh Horrors. A maligned influence from the fey has come to investigate, balance, and interfere with this new influence. Something far greater than what I can stop. You, young man... Hmm... Yes, I can sense that you're more involved than the others here. I will not ask further, but I have a request. Please, take these." The old woman then handed Donny a bag. Inside of the bags were stiff leafs.

"Your fate is intertwined with the tides of change. Even though you are but a leaf in the wind, you will go further than anyone else. Take these Snapleafs. You know what they are, and what you must do with them. They may help you on your journey." Donny looked at the woman wide-eyed. These were magical objects; snapping one of these leafs made one into the wind itself, allowing them to fall from a great height without danger as well as turning invisible for a short duration. Just one of these was expensive enough to support a farm like Donny for years. And how he had a bag full. He carefully closed it and put it away, bowing his head to the druid. "Thank you, Wiress Lumaria. I understand... But what will you do now?"

The elderly woman turned to her coven and with a wave of her hand, they dispersed. "These are dangerous times. Not only due to the greed of men, but this eldritch influence as well. Neither the village of Wayward, nor my clan, will survive the coming times on our own. So we must work together, for just a chance to survive." Donny wasn't so sure about that. The village and the druids were able to work so well together because they were often separate; the lifestyle of Wayward was outright blasphemous to the Druids, and the druids themselves have showed no issues using their magic powers to enforce their point. While he could understand the necessity of working together for survival, Donny wondered who exactly will they be protecting themselves from?

Didn't really matter to Donny. As much as he liked Wayward, soon this place was just going to be a memory to him. He doesn't have the time to stick around and try to fix everything, or else he'd be an old man before he'd ever reach the city. Without another word he bowed his head to the Wiress and left to find the others. It's about time they all left anyways.

[User] "Who's your new friend?" he asked, smiling at both of them. "I'm Lucas, by the way."

[Assistant]
"Ah, have I not introduced myself yet? Terribly rude of me! My name is Enta, I just arrived into town on my way towards the city."

Bowing her head towards the other two Enta stood up and stretched her back. She let out a yawn and walked a little bit away.

"It was nice meeting you, but I really should finish my shopping before it gets too late into the day. It's dangerous out on these roads! You never know when you're meet some crazed, murderous hobo."

[User]
"Quite the bizarre method for making a choice." Lance chuckles as Tawny reveals her reason for picking a spear. "Won't be so pretty if you need to use it though." When Tawny gestured towards the stall Lance glances over as he listens to her comment. "Well I guess we can. I got this covered, back in a sec. Uh... maybe you should hold this for a sec, seems to be making people uneasy." Lance removes the sheathed weapon which he'd had slung over his shoulder resting its tip against the ground before leaning it toward Tawny.

Lance then made his way over to the vendor stand wearing a smile on his face as he gathered an assortment of the sweets on offer before swinging the coin purse into his hand opening it up. He peeps inside as he fetches a few of the coins from its contents before placing them down on the stall. Little surprise but he wasn't really sure of the value of the currency he'd tried to hand over. "Eh... enough?" He asks as he looks to the vendor, who simply shook his head. "More."
"Well alright..." Lance stated before handing over more of the coin. Although he had no comprehension of the currency the amount of coin he was handing over felt a little like he was being ripped off. "There you go."

Lance goes to take the goods and leave when the vendor reaches over and grabs his cuff shaking his head. "More." Was this vendor serious. Lance smiles as he leans forward toward the vendor. "Look, hehe..." Lance spoke softly as he looked back to Tawny still wearing a smile. He turned back to the vendor. "I may not understand the currency, but I do understand when someones trying to rip me off.
 So here's the thing." Lance's voice got quieter with each word. "You're gonna take your coin, and I'm gonna take what I purchased. You'll let go, or I'll snap your arm in two." Upon finishing Lance yanked his arm free as he took his purchase. "Thank you and good day." He walked over to Tawny still wearing his smile. "So should we head back?"

[Assistant] "It was good meeting you Enta." Lucas said, bowing to her as she left. "I hope you have a wonderful evening."

[User] Odum had dozed off during the ride, but as soon as it stopped, he got up, quickly, and walked around the town.

[Assistant]
"I do believe the time shall come when we would have to use what we have chosen to arm ourselves with," Tawny replied her black-haired companion when he mentioned the possibility of her having to use the spear. "Whenever that may be."

She was rather surprised at Lance's next move as he suddenly passed her his sword to go over and make the purchase himself. He was taking awhile, and even from the distance she was at, she could clearly observe that his exchange with the vendor had progressively turned less than friendly as time went by. When he turned back to look at her, she waved him back, gesturing that he should leave as soon as he could. When he finally made it back to her, she handed him his sword and reached into the bag he was holding, pulling out a piece of candy before popping it into her mouth.

"What kept you?" She teased. "Perhaps you should have brought the sword after all."

"Sure, I don't see why not," she then said as a response to his question about returning to the wagon.

[User]
Reina stopped in her wandering around the town when she came across a older woman using magic to finish healing some wounded people and slowly walked up to her.
"Ex...excuse me but could you show me how to do that?" Reina asks softly as the woman smiles softly at her.
"Of course child" the woman says indulging what she though was a young woman interested in attempting magic only to be surprised when the girl she was showing some basic tricks to did indeed have magic.
"Ah....I better get back to my friends" Reina says only to stop as the woman places a hand on her should before holding a tome out to her.
"Take the tome and learn from it child" the woman says seeing as she hadn't found any magic users in the town she had settled down in besides from the girl who while young looked to be a wanderer or an adventurer and besides there could never be enough clerical magic users as most magic users went for some type of mage training.
"Th....thank you" Reina says gratefully not really knowing the motivation for the woman to gift her the tome that will hopefully teach her to control he errant magic before she went looking for her friends while hugging the tome to her chest.

[Assistant]
Nice to meet you? said Naomi before turning to face Lucas

Flame
I never understood why people bow and I come from a family based in Noble Formatities.

Sure its a show of respect but it strikes me as a bit Lupine; showing your throat to the pack alpha and all that. she says as the local women she'd been sitting amongst look at her with a subtle awe.

[User] "I suppose so, I was just always taught it was polite." he said, sitting next to her.


[System]
Nickname:
Race: Human
Age: 27.
Gender: Female

Appearance: Picture or description. Use a hider.

 Additionally she has a chain like scars across all her right arm, neck and across her torso as if a long chain has been wrapped around her body and burned her skin at those places, leaving clear scars behind.

Proportionality:
Weight: 63 kg
Height: 1.73 m
Frame: Atlethic
Use a hider.
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Personality:- Wylde is an extremely straightforward person. She does what she wants, says what is on her mind and doesn't hold back for no one. She prefers company over solitude and has been known to search for people to spend time with. Due her work as a duelist for hire, she is used to traveling and loves it. Additionally she loves to meet new people and duel them if the chance presents itself. Warrior, mages, rogues, archers and all others, she loves experiencing new challenges and actively seeks out strong opponents. As a last note to mention she enjoys alcohol a lot. Especially before and after fights or when it's full moon.

Job: Duelist

Fighting Style: When without weapon, Wylde's main fighting style on extreme mobility and footwork that allows her to dodge and position herself for fast retaliation strikes, targeting vital points.

Weapons from strongest to weakest: Rappier > lance > dagger.
Armors/Outfits Self explanatory. Besides a single armguard on her left hand and a kneeguard on her right leg, she wears no other armor. As clothing she wears light so it doesn't affect her mobility.
Weight Class: LIGHT.

Familiar: Castanica
Because I'm changing the summoning up, everyone get's one. First come first serve, you can be creative. However, you start with just ONE. You get one to two additional magic types. One Resistance/ absorbance. And a passive. List the strengths it gives you, as well as the passive. Nothing stupidly powerful please.

Familiar Abilities: Allows darkness and negative status magics to be used. Grants immunity to darkness effects and resistance to sleep, slow, doom. Passive- grants the user low light vision. Weakness: Anything with light or fire attribute.

Movement Type: Stationary or slow walk.

Familiar Size: Large (Somewhat close to a Behemoth.).

Relic Weapons: A jet black lance, with black and purple like wisps swirling around it.

Relic Armors: An armor made out of jet black cloth and chains. Once summoned it wraps around the user, surrounding them with dark and purple wisps similar to the weapon. Additionally it releases a black mist/miasma.

Trance: In trance, Wylde's speed triples along with her reflexes. Her body seems to get even slender, but without losing any physical strength. Her body starts to shine in pale blue and her weapon usually turns into crystal.

Note, these do effect the trances as well to some degree.
- That degree being that these items will get buffed up to some degree.
- These however do not disrupt your default trance.

Flat State. (Your standard CS reflects this already.)
- This basically means when your familiar is inactive. Relic gear disappears until that familiar is active.
- It also means your attributes return to base value. Meaning no buffs or debuffs to compensate.

Relic Items.
- These are unbreakable, but because of that they at times will not be as strong as the items you craft.
- These however are items that do get stronger as your familiar bonds with you in battle.

- In short, good alternatives to not destroying your gear. These are not required to be used when the familiar is summoned, but if you do not wish to use them, you can have the familiar handle it.

- These don't override your gear. Though Relic armors or robes will either go over your current attire, or under based on if you are wearing Knight like armor or not.

- However, if you wish for your clothing to shift to reflect your style, that is fine. But you should state what is overrides if you wish it to.

Familiar Sizes and movement types.
- Just basically gives me a way to gauge how they fight, move and function.
- The sizes basically mean how likely they are to draw attention or stay hidden.
- And how far they may or may not reach.
Trance: Basically a form of sheer will and power. All attributes pretty much increase, as well as getting additional abilities you may not otherwise have by normal means.

- The way Trance is activated is through stress and emotions. So tension can induce this.
- Your body can shift form due to the sheer power. Such as changing figure a bit.

Pros- Your Strengths. Extremely fast, hard to hit and has devastating counters, lots of experience as a professional soldier and mercenary. Her debuffs devastate the enemy's abilities as fight goes on.
Cons- Your weaknesses. Dependent on dodges, has low health, doesn't have magic besides her familiar's.
Racial Strengths- Can use multiple weapons
Racial Weaknesses- Limited magics beside those of her familiar

Sets: Leave this blank for the time being. All this is, is equipment sets. Usually just outfits and items that you switch between.

Background: Wylde was born in the capital of Alexandria. Daughter of a small noble, it was decided she will be a member of the military since the day she was born. As a young child she showed extreme promises as she seemed to be a natural athlete. By the age of 17 she had proven she is indeed worthy of the army and was already considered an accomplished duelist with great potential. The life in the army didn't suit her though. She was always catching herself looking in the far distance and down towards the misty lands, yearning to go out on her own into the vast open world. Many times during guard duty, she would sneak away into the library to read of distant lands and monsters that one couldn't see near Alexandria.

 It was two months after her 17th birthday that she finally decided she will leave the army and head out on her own. Her choice was not received well by her family and her superiors, but she had already decided and there was no way anyone would stop her really once her mind was made up. She left her uniform behind and set out with the first airship that left the capital. She didn't even ask where they were headed, she was going to find out when they arrived!

[User]
As the scene with Cassius unfolded on stage, Wylde signaled the special effects to activate one of the small smoke screens they used for sudden character appearance on stage. As Cassius did his trick, moments later the smoke went off, and Wylde jumped from above the sage, appearing as if from nowhere kneeling next to the fallen Marcus and Cinna.

 Her costume had been changed to a more rugged one, as if it had gone through multitude of fighting and struggles to reach this point." Ohh, my sworn brothers, how did this happened…" She said in grand theatrical and dramatic voice, before standing up." Ohh woe the tragedy when one of our own sworn brothers betrayed us." She stated, making a dramatic spin to face the dragon and Blank." Did you think you got rid of me, traitor? YOU'D BETRAY YOUR OWN FAMILY? OUR OATHS OF ETHERNAL FRIEDNSHIP?" Her voice roared, but it still sounded different form her own to not get recognized right away. She then did a few steps and stood next to Cassius.

 "Well said, stranger! For the traitor and his beasts won't life to see the dawn! Let me help you in the name of my sworn brothers!" She roared, making a dramatic draw of her sword from it's sheath. In theatre every movement had to be grand, ever attack, every dodge. All was a play to attract the viewers attention and awe. Thus it differed from real fighting, but she was skilled enough to adapt to any fighting scene. She was the scene combat trainer for the troupe for a reason after all.

 As she drew her sword, she made an exaggerated gesture to throw the sheath backwards and into the audience for someone lucky to get a souvenir from the play." Feel the wrath of betrayal!" She shouted taking an elaborate fighting stance, running a finger across the blade as fire spread through where she touched the metal. One of the many special effects prepared for this play after all.

 Leaving the dragon to Cassius to deal with, Wylde made a straight dash at Blank who was looking maliciously behind Karn's protection. The fencer simply bypassed the dragon by making another drawn out spin move around the 'beast' to give the audience even more sense of action. In the next moment she was already by Blank." Defend yourself!" She shouted, going directly fro the slash, making it as showy as possible all for the audience's sake. They wanted a spectacle and by god she was going to give htem one!

[Assistant]
It's. Fucking. Hot. As. Hell.

And this bloody suit stinks of sweat and old man smell. This was more woven for Baku, in which he used as a sparring thing sometimes, so it didn't smell so good. Although he was much more klutzy in this thing compared to Karn, who's steps were pretty graceful. Despite barely able to see a thing. She was more relying of her ears to guide her, using the others footsteps to react. That, and following Benero's lead as he pulled and tugged from ontop of her shoulders.

The rookie shot some cooling mist, which admittedly was refreshing. Of course the 'Dragon' dramatacllu stumbled back, shrieking in agony at the attack. It shook it's head and thumped its scaly tail against the wooden floor in anger. As Wydle went to bypass, the 'Dragon' dramataclly whirled to the side, the head making a snapping motion and just missed the new opponent.

As another gust of mist shot at it, it staggered again before roaring angrily, flames spilling out of the nostrils. Steaming up the misty liquid to cause a slightly foggy effect before moving foreword toward Cassius. The left arm raising as high as it could go before 'slamming' dramatically downward toward Cassius. It would be easy to dodge and light enough not to hurt, but it looked pretty neat.

Blank in the meantime, pulled his sword up to block against the attack. "Don't you understand?! This is for the good for our country!" He shouted before back flipping to land away and waved his sword in a slash movement briefly. "And for the good for the safety of many, sacrifices must be made!" He shouted before moving in for a lunge, hands clasping in both hands as he raised it above his head and head toward her.

[User]
Cassius blinked at the "Dragon". He simply shot a quick burst of liquid at it before feeling slightly provoked at the claw like swipe.
"Ya know, if the whole scene is improvised... I think I should show them what Sudasians and Kumihos do to dragons." Cassius eyes glinted as he somewhat twirled to the left to avoid the strike.

Cassius placed his weapon in a side Holster as his fist began to glow, real fire projecting. "I'll scorch you with the fires you spew demon!" Cassius performed a rising uppercut with enough force to scorch and burn the metal, his hand flash freezing it with his palm, upon landing, he preformed a somersault kick with both legs in perfect synchronization. Karn could confirm one thing. Cassius did not need weapons to be deadly. The Dragon's head shattered, it being sent to the side. With that, Cassius created a fog with a combination of Fire and Water. He crouched down to her, helping her to her feet slowly. The Audience loved it.

Cassius whispered. "Not every scene can last forever. But it should be enough to buy them time, wouldn't you agree?" He did begin to inspect her body for injury, he seemed very through. "Hmm... The Metal protected you... Good." Cassius nodded.

He then proceeded to check on Benero. "You will be resting a while..." Cassius blinked before dragging him back inside.

Monica blinked when she was checking on the crew.
"Did you do this...?" She winced a bit at the man.

"Fill this with a strong potion, he needs to be able bodied. And this one too with a detoxification serum if you have any." Cassius handed two encapsulated syringes to Monica who took a breath, she went over to here work station where a Caldron with a divider appeared.

"Howdy hi!" Spoke the Caldron.
"Hi Whiiimsy!" Monica spoke as she began mixing several ingredients together. It did not take her very long at all. But she rather not impede on others, but she did agree, a Sober Baku is a good one.

Monica gave the two to Cassius, one being red, the other was a clear fluid.
"Red is Potion based concentrate, the Clear Fluid is the Detox. You've careful, I can be clumsy." Monica took a breath.

Cassius placed the Detox into Baku's arm before moving the concentrated potion into Benero's neck. He applied a bit on a bandage wrap seeing as a neck was more vulnerable. It wasn't till Cassius and Itzel felt a pulse in the back of their minds, their eyes dilating.

From a Bird's eye view, they could see the stage being surrounded by Lower ranked Knights of Alexandria, the other being Beatrix arriving to the stage. Cassius shook his head... That was preposterous.

[Assistant]
"If someone has to be sacrificed for the ' benefit ' of others, then something's wrong with the whole situation!" Wylde replied to Blank with angry voice, staying in character. She replied to his lunge. Wylde made a spin, using her sword to nearly throw him flying to the side using his own momentum." For the benefit of the country you would betray your family?! Where's the logic in that?" She shouted, now lunging at him, doing elaborate and showy movements, allowing him plenty of time to dodge, parry and counter her blows.

 With her side glance, she noticed how the fight with the 'dragon' ended. She sighed mentally, not breaking of the fight with Blank. If the dragon was gone, it was up to him and her to keep the public occupied for a while longer until they were ready to flee. That should be ready in not too long though she felt from what she could hear from hte engines through the shouting and the noise of the crowd.

 She suddenly pulled in and dashed towards Blank." Hyaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" She shouted, spinning to do a slash, clearly leaving him enough time and opportunity for him to 'stab' her as she even indicated where he should do it while she was with ehr back to the public in her spin and only he could see her other hand.

 Once the stab did happen, she put a rather surprised and helpless expression on her face." My brother loves, the princess..." She muttered, coughing a few drops of fake blood, before suddenly grabbing Blank's arm pulling him close to herself and keeping him in place." Everything for those you love!" She shouted, piercing him in similar manner.