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Nickname: The Kindly Stranger
Race: Kumiho
Age: appears 25, is 400+
Gender: Male

Appearance: Hitori has Long Limbs and Pale Skin. His eyes are Turquoise and His Hair is White. He has a Cheeky Smile and his canine teeth are slightly more pronounced than a humans, likewise his hands end in sharp claws and he has a pair of fox-like Ears as well as five long Bushy White Tails. His Forehead has a Smooth Turquoise Gem imbedded in the center. (Picture to come soon)
Proportionality: Hitori is Long, Lean, and has enough of the classic seductive Kumiho Curves
Weight: 210
Height: 6'6
Frame: Lean
Use a hider.
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Personality: Can Coy and Flirty but a little Volatile at times, can sometimes let their emotions get the better of him and will sometimes act before thinking things through. Also has a Slightly alien thought pattern to those who are not Kumiho that can come across as strange .
Job: Street Performer, Bar Owner, and Information Broken

Fighting Style: Capoeira

Weapons from strongest to weakest: - Scythe, Steel infused Ribbons, and Dolls
Armors/Outfits: His Clothing is a Mixture of Traditional Flowing Silks associated with the Kumiho and the Tight Leathers found in Bandits. He will wear Silks only for more Formal events while his clothing with be mostly leathers or Rubber infused cloth if in combative scenarios.
 Weight Class: Light

Familiar: Siren

Takes the form of a Lovely woman with pale blue skin, long seafoam colored hair, and bright iridescent eyes. Her lower half is a long set of Eight pearly white Tentacles while her mouth is filled with needle sharp fangs, wears what appears to be a gown made of Exotic Jellyfish.

Familiar Abilities: Water Black Magic and Gravity. Water Immunity/Absorption, Can Call forth Combative Tentacles, Enchanting/Destructive Voice, Fire Resistance, Weak to Lightning

Movement Type: Floating Swift Motions, Swims through the air

Familiar Size: Medium
Relic Weapons: Crystalline Violin made from Prismatic Shimmering Water

Relic Armors: Flowing and Gauzy Silks and Laces made of Mist and Water in the Colors of Seafoam, pale Blue, and Lavender

Trance: Beware the Kindly Stranger

Hitori's Trance State causes his Silks and Leathers to become Flower Petals that flow around and Caress his Body, His limbs become longer and his Face becomes Gaunt. His Turquoise Gem Becomes a Third Eye while his Normal Eyes widen and his Pupils slit. His Hair, Ears, and Tails Take on a Brilliant Gold color. In this State Hitori gains access to Fire and Wind Black Magic.
Pros- Standard Kumiho Abilities, Swift, Auto-Scan, Nature Magic, and Bewitch.
Cons- Illusions have minor Flaws

Racial Strengths- Longevity, Auto-Scan, Illusion Casting, Glamour
Racial Weaknesses- Hungers for Livers, More prone to Berserk states, Weakness to Ice as an Arboreal Race

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

Background: Born in the Forests Near what would one day become Lindblum, Hitori has always been inquisitive; He wanted to experience everything and spent most of his time exploring the Woods and befriending spirits of all kinds, the Elders of the Forest said that he had the Potential to become a Great Shaman but Hitori wasn't Interested in that. Once he'd seen almost everything the Forest had to offer he began to wonder what was outside the Confines of the Forests and yearned to Explore what was there. His Elders eventually Relented and Showed him the Forest Heart, the Point where all Forests link together and become one, Hitori was over joyed and used the Heart to Travel every where he could. It was once he was outside of his Forests that he was both awed and horrified by what he saw.

The Spirits of the Outside world were nothing like the once he saw in the Forest, Some were Beautiful and Majestic while Others were Warped and Dangerous, He also noticed something he hadn't seen before; There were People who Lacked souls, their livers were tasteless and carried little Spiritual Power to them, this greatly bothered him as they seemed wrong somehow. Still he would ignore or avoid them if given the opportunity, in the mean time though he had to learn how to adapt and integrate himself with this world. He became many things, Courtiers, Witches, Thieves, Assassins, Apothecaries, Craftsmen, Seamstresses, Actors, anything he could do to experience the world from a new perspective while wearing different faces. He's met several powerful and influential people and has even dabbled in politics from time to time just out of curiosity and intrigue, currently he is the Proprietor of a Bar in Alexandria though he yearns for something new. The Recent appearance of the Black Mages and the Disappearance of the already Rare Lumyian People have begun to make him uncomfortable enough to warrant this desire for something new.

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Perrin exited the room and was rather unsure of which way he was supposed to be heading to begin with. As the ship was suddenly rocking, and a scream was heard nearby it was rather easy to assume he was in the right place to find people or going in the right direction. As the ship shook, Perrin quite easily maintained his balance whether it be from practicing such inside a ring, or, other obvious reasons. A few others were already focusing attention upon him.

The Captain or rather whom Perrin assumed was the captain seemed to be quite in a panic. Perrin had no idea how to work an airship but, something could probably be worked out. Likely with the engineers around here. "So seems like we managed to hit something while being in the air?" Perrin seemed rather confused about the current scenario. "Did you scrape us against a mountain and need to patch up the port-side or something?" Perrin tried to take a guess. "Wait a minute, hooks? Are we being raided?" Perrin again asked. Sky pirates, he did not particularly know much about them yet.

Perrin felt rather awkward as he was poked. If it had been anywhere in the abdomen region a softness like foam and perhaps a brief sinking in feeling would possibly be felt from said poke. "Alreet, then…" was muttered awkwardly in response. Assuming the possibility of sky pirates, Perrin readied his shield and a battle-axe. Seeing as he was to follow after Cassius his pace was rather slowed, and likely for the better seeing as he nearly bumped into the fellow as they dashed out into the fray.

A fiery creature was seemingly being focused upon and some other warriors were about. It seemed some form of concentrated ice had effected it and making it appear, cooler. Seems relatively everyone was focusing fire from a certain direction, so why not take another? Perrin would try to move around and try to get behind the Bomb itself, shield ready. A bit of a grin forming across his face.

[Assistant]
The Lion's Fang - Minerva Fairchild

What had once been a grand play rapidly transpired into chaos, bringing a scowl to her lips beneath the guise of a closed helm. From her perch atop a tower, the Lieutenant waited patiently. Watching the movements of others as the play had progressed, Minerva had a growing suspicion that they were up to no good.

The massive cast of slow upon the masses which she was thankfully out of reach from on her perch caused an even greater scowl. Brigands? Really? Why here? And why so bold a plan? It made no sense, none whatsoever. Surely they didn't think that they stood a chance against the whole of Alexandria's might.

Her eyes drifted then as they began their attempt to flee. There was a Bomb in their midst now, so there was little concern in her eyes until she glanced at the Queen, and promptly the empty throne next to her.

The Princess was missing!

Had they really attempted a kidnapping beneath the watchful eyes of Beatrix?!

"Hildr, I need your wings." The soldier solemnly stated. "The Princess is in danger, gravely so."

In a faint shimmer, a beautiful illusory woman came to stand beside the Alexandrian Lieutenant, and their eyes briefly met. A nod simultaneously noted the understanding of both as the familiar was conjured, and abruptly two wondrous wings made seemingly of ivory sprouted from her shoulderblades. Rippling for a brief moment, she coiled all her strength in her legs, and then sprung into the air.

An uproarious declaration from the brigands and thieves only confirmed it further! Garnet was in mortal danger! With such urgency, the angelic looking Knight tore through the air with astounding rapidity before landing hard on the stage, causing splinters to fly about with her abrupt arrival and impact.

The thieves would be dealt with later, as the wings on her shoulders shattered upon her landing, causing a glistening dust to take to the air. The Bomb was an immediate threat to the Princess' welfare, so it needed to be removed from the picure. Smoothly, two swords came unsheathed from her waist, and a defiant cry marked her arrival.

"Kill it now! Before it endangers the welfare of the Princess!" With such words, and with Hildr close behind, the valiant soldier in white charged the fiery abomination and brought both of her blades of Caladbolg to bear upon it with astonishing strength. Seeking to remove it of its mortal coil before it could do any further damage.

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Itzal's eyes widened as he saw Perrin rushing from behind the Bomb, "Are you crazy?!" He demanded, wondering what on earth the Demihuman was trying to do. He gritted his teeth, he wanted to rush in and help, but he knew he couldn't do anything without Cassius' permission.

"Cassius! What should we do?" He demanded, his crimson eyes never leaving Perrin's form. "Should we just sit back and watch?" He gasped as his familiar suddenly appeared.

"Do not fear... Everything is going according to plan. If Cassius felt that you were needed... He would have asked for your assistance." The great hound told him with a gravely voice.

Itzal bit his lip, but nodded, "Yes... I suppose you're right... I will have faith then..." He said, taking a step back, but still on guard if he was called into action.

[Assistant]
It seemed Karn was really giving the Bomb a good licking, part of the impact sent it hurling back slightly, back enough to bump Beatrix off the stage, it however charged forward to be blasted with frost to the face, it hardening in response as it slightly slowed down enough for Perrin to strike from behind. Cassius however did not stop there, he threw a stack of marbles to his left, tripping advancing troops that were zoning in.

"Good Grief Kid... Make up your own mind what you wish to do..." Cassius thought aloud to Itzal. "Take the troops off the ship without killing them. I want no fatalities." He twirled to the right, whacking a soldier in the face before getting hit in the shoulder with an Arrow, he grunted slightly, but his eyes seemed to glint through the lens in the mask... He was royally pissed. He tripped the Soldier with the length of the cane before coming down hard on the helmet with a boot, kicking him to the side to watch the trooper rolling somewhat as the chains were breaking from the inside... Probably the work of Garnet. He pulled the arrow swiftly from his shoulder and threw, it catching fire from his channeling at another soldier, in response the Soldier tried to reposition himself closer to Karn, swinging at her legs with a sweeping slash.

Beatrix felt agitated... "This isn't a victory for you, this is just a diversion... Fang of the Lion's maw... I leave the rest in your hands..." The ship was lifting off as it soon was pried free from the inside. It would seem Baku's men were hard at word.

Cassius turned to Minerva. "Friend or foe?"

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The Sight of the Bomb of the Stage caused Hitori's gem to Blaze with Turquoise light as his eyes seemed to sharpen, He felt the essence within the explosive creature and read out its weak points and flaws in its very being. It looked like the Bomb had no defense beneath it and it being blazing as it was it was safe to assume that Water was not its friend. Hitori Grinned, "Siren I do believe we have some unfinished business." Hitori said as Two of the Steel Ribbons snaked from his arms and became enveloped in Whips of Water, "Oh this will be Childs Play, Hitori." Siren spoke in his Mind with a Girlish Glee as Hitori Lashed out at the Underbelly of the Bomb with his Sharp Water Ribbons.

Ritsu saw the Bomb and his immediate instinct was to see if he could Dismantle part of its core through good old fashioned theft. He Slammed the End of his Bo Staff on the Ground and used it to Pole vault himself around the Explosive. If he was lucky he would steal a Component, If not then this was going to burn like hell. He got Close enough as Hitori Slashed its Underbelly with his Water Ribbons and Exposed a Glimmering Organ Inside, it was a Fire Gem. "Oh Nice!" He said as he Pilfered the Gem from the Bomb. Quickly Rushing out of the Range of the thing.


[System]
Age: 36

Appearance:
Standing at five-foot-six and weighing an amount she doesn't particularly want anyone to know about, Noelle is a mostly-ordinary, fairly-attractive woman. Her long, somewhat spiky hair is a rich ruddy brown that shines red in good light, and behind a pair of black-rimmed rectangular glasses are a pair of big blue eyes. She favors simple and elegant clothing of the kind that doesn't hug her too tightly, and simple golden loops for jewelry. Most of the time she can be found wearing a pleasant smile, too.

Personality: Sunny as the day is long, Noelle is the very picture of cheer and warmth. Thoughtful and compassionate, she's got enough love in her heart for just about everyone around her, and while not the most outgoing is always happy to make life better for other people. She enjoys cooking and is a big eater herself. That said, the pleasant glow of her spirit radiates from a brilliant fire, and she's not at all a pushover. Highly competitive, somewhat short-tempered, fairly pragmatic, and more than a little proud, she's a force to be reckoned with when push comes to shove. She makes no bones about wanting others to be the best they can be and to treat their fellow men with the same consideration she typically dons, and thusly can sometimes be strict, nagging, and irritating. Overall, however, she's a sweet woman who's at her happiest bringing happiness to others.

Background: From an early age Noelle's big heart made her stand out among others. Sweet and kind, but with a fiery competitive streak, she grew up with a lot of friends and more than a few rivals. During high school and college she was at her sporting peak, and it was in her freshman year that she discovered her epithet in a stroke of luck. After her epiphany Noelle's passion only continued to burn brighter, propelling her beyond state competitions to regional and even national events, especially the dedicated inscribed league. Her energy and spirit carried her on despite any losses or setbacks, up until the point at which a terrible accident brought her blooming tennis career to a screeching halt. Forced to rest, heal, and take things slowly, she softened up, especially after graduating and marrying her long-time boyfriend Heath Pieler.

Ultimately, Noelle forsook the world of sports and became a teacher instead, while Heath became a television salesman. She worked with children up until the point she and Heath had their own: a boy and a girl they named Tucker and Lucy. Tucker ended up taking after his father in his love of acting and performing, and when his son was ten Heath managed to convince his agency to recommend Tucker for a part as a child actor in an upcoming hero movie with epithets -a subject seldom addressed in cinema- as a major plot point. Tucker got the part, and Noelle supported him every step of the way before and during filming. When the filming finally wrapped up the lead actor, the famous Lydia Forthing, celebrated by sending most of the crew on an all-expenses-paid vacation to Otterholt Point.

Motivation: Noelle's motivation is simply to enjoy a vacation with her family, and failing that, at least ensure that no harm comes to them

Assets:
* Big Heart – Noelle's nature makes her easy to get along with and difficult for others to think poorly of her. She can make friends, avoid suspicion, and calm conflicts fairly easily. In times of trouble, she can often count on the support of those around her.
* Sudden Fire – Being nice doesn't mean being a wimp. Noelle can be strict and forceful if necessary, and is both willing to and pretty good at exerting herself physically, thanks to her time spent training both her body and her epithet.
* Smart Cookie – While she might not flaunt it, Noelle is no slouch in the brains department. She's got a lot of common sense, a good deal of practical knowledge, and a fair amount of intuition when it comes to other people, especially kids.

Flaws:
* No Great Shakes – while she has undeniable physical ability and can fight well enough when necessary, Noelle is not a trained fighter and never groomed her epithet for combat. As such, she relies on what power she has in desperate situations and can be outclassed by anyone with real training.
* Achilles Knee – even now, roughly a decade and a half after her sporting heyday got cut off thanks to an injury, her knee remains a weak spot. She favors it ever-so-slightly but still-perceptibly when moving, and if this weak spot is taken advantage of, she's more or less down for the count.
* Soft – Noelle's sporting days are long behind her, and while she exercises a few times a week, she's nowhere near as fit as she once was. Plus, she did have two kids. Add to that her inexperience with real combat and she both burns through her stamina pretty quickly and can't really adapt on the fly.
* Specs – without her glasses, she can't see very well.

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As Penny jogged up she ran through what she could possibly say to the crying girl. No matter what she didn't think Godzuki was gonna be happy to see her and she wasn't exactly good at comforting people besides. Fortunately for her the girl roared back to life, snotty nose, eyes red and still watery, letting the whole world know just how much she hadn't been sobbing her anxiety out. It probably helped that her friend from before was there to watch her back, and was kind enough to actually give Penny something to call little miss Mad Dog.

She was about to explain the situation, but to her surprise Jude broke the ice first. From their interaction with the beach cop she'd taken him as the anti-social mumbly sort, an impression that was reinforced as he mumbled the remainder of his explanation after his strong start. She took over for him to answer the dudes questions. "What Jude said. I thought maybe, since you two have both seen her, you could help us look around. As for what happened..." She shook her head, spreading her arms and pointing out all the people and familiar landmarks dotting the beach. "It would have to be an epithet, right? If that had been a normal hurricane we'd all be in a lot worse shape, right?

She thought about the bellow that had rung out over the wind before they'd been swept away. "It was probably an accident. So that at least makes this more Lord of the Flies than Most Dangerous Game." Only slightly better, but she could at least be comforted at thinking that any blood soaked savagery that ensued would be entirely on them.

She shut down that line of thought before she worked herself right back to the edge of a panic attack.

Another stroke of luck was that someone else appeared to distract her from that. The woman from before, the one that moved like a teacher, broke away from a nearby cluster of adults and approached them. Jude backed off as she arrived, stepping a bit closer to Penny. It seemed like he had reached his limit for now. She stepped slightly in front of him to answer the woman. She jerked her thumb at Mad Dog. "This one laughed herself to tears." Penny answered stiffly, humoring her blatant deception in the face of this figure of authority. "But other than that none of us seem to be injured or catching island madness. You haven't seen the little girl she was picking on, have you? Or..."

Now it was Penny's turn to trail off in embarrassment. "Maybe a sword?" she said slowly, eyes on the ground.

[Assistant]
The girl tried to claim that she was only laughing herself to tears, but it would take a moron to fall for that, and Aurora De Valera was no moron. She stared at the girl in bemusement as she went through some "villainous monologue", eventually rolling her eyes and pulling her notebook.

"Note to self, pale little girl is a crybaby," she said very audibly, letting her know that she was not falling for the act at all. "But like, seriously dude, I don't care if you're crying, if you're cool regardless I'm not gonna mind." She gave the girl an out, getting a sense that it wasn't going to be taken.

"Anyway, I'm not crying, and I'm dressed in a swimsuit, which is super bogus. So like, no reason to do that," she said, gesturing to her swimsuit, her unclothed arms and legs, and bringing attention especially to a reddening sunburn on her shoulder. She looked over as the rest of them got to talking, but ignored them for the moment. Looking at her notebook for a moment, then scribbling in it.

"I could copy some clothes, but keeping them around would take a lot of stamina..." she started mumbling to herself as her hand continued scribbling away. "I think I should just bear it for now, there's always shade to find somewhere..."

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"OK, well, I'm not a crybaby and I WASN'T CRYING," Jessica replied to Aurora, blowing her nose and wiping her tears with the inside of her tracksuit collar, "like Hellmouth says, I just... GOT EXCITED. At the prospect of..."

Shit, what was exciting about being trapped on a remote island with a bunch of DORKAZOIDS? Jessica stalled for a second before snapping and pointing at Jude.

"Finding that ki- wait, you can't find the kid?"

Jessica looked around her and, sure enough, no kid. That was no good. She might've been a dumb kid, but no way she deserved to be alone on an island. Kid was SMALL. She had to be SCARED. Jessica bit her lower lip, a bit worried about the small child, but once again she tried to suck down her dumb EMOTIONS. She turned to Penny.

"Wh- you can't just RESUMMON the sword, Eyebrows? How LAME is that? GAHAHA! Well I guess it CAN'T BE HELPED! I'll help find the SWORD and the KID and fix EVERYTHING as the NEW LEADER HERE."

Jessica smiled PROUDLY and CONFIDENTLY, putting on a face that was a lie to everyone, even herself. But hey, fake it 'til you make it. She looked to Noelle, sneering.

"We're FINE you OLD BAG. This ain't The Most Dangerous Game OR Lord of the Flies. This shit is Gilligan's Island except we get off in the end. Let's FIND SOME SHIT, and then kick back and sip a coconut or whatever."

Jessica waited for the applause that would surely follow her show of CONFIDENCE and LEADERSHIP.

[Assistant]
After one boy seemingly recoiled from Noelle, which did not exactly help her ongoing attempt to keep it together, a fellow glasses-wearer stepped up to answer. Penny gave an explanation for the rather unpleasant condition of Jessica before asking if she'd seen a little girl yet. "No, not yet," Noelle replied with an edge of frustration, thinking of Lucy and not whoever Penny was talking about. "Or, um, a sword." She glanced between the other kids, starting with Aurora who was talking to herself about being stuck in a swimsuit. A sudden spike of self-consciousness hit Noelle as, for the first time, she realized she'd been thrust into a crisis in a black one-piece and flower-patterned purple sarong. Instinctively her eyes flitted to Jude, who appeared to be purposefully trying to avoid looking at her for perhaps understandable reasons, and Haywood, who managed to look away just in the nick of time.

Jessica, however, provided a distraction by launching into another session of over-enunciation, beginning with a comment directed toward Penny. If one thing was obvious, Noelle thought, it was that these kids didn't know anything more about their collective situation than she did. Probably less, in fact. It'd been a foolish hope that one of them might have answers, but part of her had hoped nonetheless. Answers would have to wait, but that was fine; knowledge came secondary to the safety of her children. As she took a direct insult Noelle's face turned to a sort of resigned, suppressed unhappiness, the kind of 'why do I have to put up with this crap' expression that came included in teachers' training manuals. "W-well!" she said, still trying to sound upbeat and composed despite realizing she'd wasted time that could have been spent searching. However, her voice was strained to a higher pitch. "It sounds like we all have children to find! So, please keep an eye out." She paused for a brief moment. "If any of you see a little boy or girl with dark hair that turns orange toward the end...um...let me know!"

Still trying to keep smiling, Noelle waved before turning to head back to the others. Not far away, where a stream flowed down from the jungle to form a furrow in the beach, a new figure emerged from the underbrush. He must have been around fifty, a stocky, hairy man with a neat, businesslike cut in the process of going gray from black. Over a white wifebeater he wore an unbuttoned sea-green Hawaiian shirt with a starfish pattern, and he wore a pair of black slacks, making him look like someone who'd been spending most of his vacation in a bar. A whole heap of jewelry and ornamentation hung off him, including an expensive-looking watch, two bracelets, three necklaces, and a piercing in his left ear. Behind him followed a panicky, mousy-looking woman with stringy blue hair, one of the potbellied dads who'd joined the volleyball game, and two teenagers that provoked a reaction from Haywood the moment he saw them.

"Liv! Milo! Hey!"

The youths ran for one another, coming to an awkward stop a few feet away. Liv, a hefty ginger with a seriously pissed-looking resting face, and Milo, a tall, stick-thin beanpole of a guy with big green eyes that seemed to be wide all the time—the buds he'd mentioned to Jessica as fellow Banzai Blasters. Together the three made an odd trio, but they looked happy to see one another again.

"Hey, you guys good?"

"Yeah, 'xcept I bruised my ass on this rock."

"A frog jumped on my face after I got dumped in the river!"

Haywood glanced at the other group. He noticed that the bald-headed father was carrying little Maggy, the girl who'd been subjected to a sandcastle-based rollercoaster of emotion before everything went nuts. "Oh hey, that's one problem solved."

"'Scuse me," speaking officiously, the decorated man held up his hands to get the attention of both groups on the beach. "Hello, hi, how are ya. The name's Lou. I'm takin' charge of the situation." He crossed his arms. "Until further notice, we're at groun' zero of a heinous terrorist attack, and we don't know who did it. Whoever it is could stab us in the backs any moment, so I ain't takin' any chances. If ya know what's good for youse, you'll stick with us 'til we figure it out. Capiche?"

He glared at the beach parties expectantly.


[System]
Age: 17

Gender: Male

Personality: Daisuke strives to be the best at what he does, mostly because he fears being useless and forgotten. Daisuke has a massive inferiority complex, often trying to do complex tasks alone since he wants to prove he is capable, and sinking further into his complex when he inevitably fails. He has little interest in making friends, hardly speaking with his brother with the only people he could talk out of his will are his superiors or seniors since they are in a higher position than him. The two things Daisuke hates with fiery passion are those who take the easy way to do something or manipulate people into doing it for them; for Daisuke, this means that the person doesn't have the resolve nor the strength to solve their problems which mean they are useless.

Backstory: Daisuke was born to a low-income family, and sickly nature didn't help his family already difficult way of living. Not wanting to be a burden to them, he forced himself to do house chores around the neighborhood with the help of his brother with the objective to bring at least enough money to buy their lunch at school. While initially preoccupied with the idea his little brother Taiga managed to convince them, and once they weren't bringing much money to the table, they were proud their sons for doing their best to help. Eventually, with effort and a bit of luck, their situation started to improve, with his parents managing to send both of their sons to a private school.

Daisuke quickly began to rise in the top of the school academically speaking, managing to obtain a 90% scholarship. Daisuke pulled all-nighters, hours and hours into studying to be able to earn a scholarship. Which made him kind of pissed with his little brother, since he failed subjects kept putting off homework to watch TV and when he was in the mood to do it, Daisuke had to help him in the parts that he didn't understand, wasting time that could be spent studying. Decided to teach him how to be a responsible student, Daisuke arrived home expecting only his brother to be there; instead, he found him with two other men watching TV.

Upon asking the two of them, what the hell was they doing in his house and what did his brother did, they gave him a quick explanation of what channelers were and what did this mean for his brother who just recently awakened his ability. Daisuke waited a few moments for the men to show him the hidden camera. The fact that his scaredy cat, harmless and lazy brother had achieved something so amazing by pure chance bothered him to no end. It was not something he could blame him for, so he bottled his feelings to himself and gave a half-assed goodbye to his brother as he went to the institution.

Daisuke would spend the next three years trying to find a way to be a channeler, through physical training, using "verified" methods to awaken one's aura or chakras, and other unsuccessful methods. A growing feeling of desperation and defeat grew on him as his attempts failed, Daisuke had to prove that he was able to become a channeler with his will and effort and not by chance. His power would manifest after a very stressful day, where he was mugged and beaten up on his way home to top it off, the feelings of rage and impotence against them manifested as an armor suit with a strange kind of brass knuckle as its weapon. The armor gave him enough strength to be able to stand up against the now surprised muggers which he knocked out without much effort.

Know that he had awakened his power, Daisuke knew that the men from the institute would come for him and his brother would probably be there. Not wanting to lag behind his brother, who would have likely mastered whatever power he had; Daisuke decided to practice his ability in the little time he had before they took him away. Trying to summon his armor Daisuke only managed to summon it for a short period before exhausting himself, since summoning the armor at once tired him out he tried to do it bit by bit, which proved impossible as the rest began forming immediately. The only thing he could make independently of the armor was its weapon; the strange brass knuckle that apparently served as its primary weapon.

Deciding to make do with his current limitations, Daisuke began to practice with the brass knuckles learning that he could store his energy in them to release it later. His parents were as overjoyed to find out that their two sons were channelers as the men who went to pick him up were surprised.

Appearance:

Equipment: Cellphone

Abilities: As a model student, Daisuke is very knowledgeable in regular school subjects. He is also in good shape, thought nothing superhuman. He is capable of thinking of strategies on the fly, although he tends to underestimate his capabilities and overestimate his enemies.

Channeller Category: Architect

Description of power: Paladin Armor: Much like architects Daisuke can create something from nothing, albeit in a more limited way. Once he concentrates he can create a set of armor from scratch, the armor boosts his physical ability depending on how much energy he gives to it. Using the armor is a problem for Daisuke as it requires a lot of energy to prevent it from disappearing, energy Daisuke doesn't have, so it ends up dissipating fairly quickly. The only thing he can use without these restrictions is the primary weapon of the suit, apart from being a conventional blunt weapon it stores the energy that Daisuke gives it and is capable of releasing it in energy blasts.

Names/descriptions of moves:

Rise up: Upon saying this, Daisuke is covered in a flash of light for a brief moment as his armor surrounds him.

Fist On: Raising his fist into the air, he summons his weapon by saying the name of the move, then a flash of light appears on his fist before revealing the knuckle.

Critical Strike: By pressing his fist against the person or object he wants to attack, and releases all the energy he has stored on his weapon. This can range from merely doing as much damage as a small firecracker, and a bomb explosion thought he still has to deal with recoil and collateral damage, so Daisuke tries not to do the latter too much.

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Exceed Charge: This is a ranged version of "critical strike" with the energy stored becoming small blue and quick energy projectiles or a big (basketball sized) red and slightly slower ball.

Leap Hand: By releasing his energy into the air in a particular direction he uses the recoil to propel himself in the direction contrary where he released the energy.

Absorb: By reversing the process in which he shoots out his energy balls, he can absorb other energy based constructs or attacks, though the process is not an easy one as he does the equivalent of swimming against a water stream. Combined with the fact that he has to be in close range to absorb the attack Daisuke doesn't consider to use it unless he is certainly sure it is going to work to his favor or he has no option left.

*There is one more move I want to add.

Character theme song: youtu.be/pdnTkH-IT4w
Other: Approved via pm

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Shinichi Saito

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Shinichi was not excited. He'd thought they were just going to show their abilities to the instructors in a controlled environment, but capture the flag? And they were expected to fight? Someone could get seriously hurt! Well, Shinichi couldn't, but the others didn't have his regeneration.

While his team was forming a plan, Shinichi continued lamenting the situation. Before he realized it, they had started. Shinichi decided to head off into the woods. Hopefully he could just wait until the game was over without encountering anyone.

Shinichi's hopes were quickly dashed when he spotted a person walking in his general direction, towards his team's flag. And it was just Shinichi's luck that it was the guy who had created the sword earlier, in his attempt to spar with Akiko. He could probably soundly beat Shinichi in a fight. However, he hadn't seen Shinichi yet. Maybe Shinichi could get the drop on him, and knock him out with one punch.

With his plan set, Shinichi waited for the guy to get near then leaped out, bringing his energy to his fists and launching a strengthened punch towards the boy's chest.

[Assistant]
Musashi Sakai
"I'm Musashi, Musashi Sakai! It's nice to meet you!"

Musashi took her hand in his smaller gloved one and hung onto it, taking her encouragement that they go closer to the flag as he cue to march over to it hand-in-hand with her.

"Your power seems super useful, y'know! Why'd you wanna come to this school?"

Even as he talked like nothing was up, he'd started using his powers and visually scanning the area for any threats in case they were ambushed.

There was a really big guy already guarding the flag, and he looked pretty capable, thankfully! He had proper battle scars and Musashi's eyes were able to spot his hands, toughened from conditioning and fights. Maybe this guy was a martial artist, then? He wasn't sure if it was true, but the thought brightened up Musashi's day significantly! If he remembered right, this guy had been pretty freaked out by all the weirder elements of the school- given that Musashi's parents were the type to subject him to harsh wilderness-based survival and combat training, it all seemed pretty standard to him - so maybe it'd be good to be super friendly and normal, like at a non-superhero school! The boy gave Zeke a big wave after slipping the shuriken he was holding up his sleeve.

"Ossu! It's nice to meet ya! I'm Musashi Sakai! You seem like a real competent guy! Are you a martial artist, or just a freeform street fighter?"

@Zero Hex

[User]
Natsuki Sumiko, Starblazer

As everyone picked their roles, Sumiko knew exactly what she was planning on doing. Her abilities weren't really suited for defense, right? They weren't particularly subtle, either. So there was only one thing for it!

That was getting in as fast as she could without stopping and getting the flag. She felt a little bad about not being able to help anyone who was downed, but that was the rules, wasn't it? Taking a deep breath, Sumiko squared herself up. Into each of her limbs a warm sensation flowed, a glow forming as she provided twenty-five percent of her power into each of them. The brunette girl gave herself a firm nod, smiling... and then she was off. The additional power in her legs boosted her physical speed quite enormously, and she was ripping up the soil beneath her feet as she went. She couldn't do subtle, but she could throw her whole self into everything and give it her all!

Ideally, she wouldn't end up having to hit anybody, but it's not like it was against the rules, and she was prepared for it if she did!

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Clarabelle, the Ethereal Dollmaker

Defense made sense. It meant she could surprise people with her friends. And so, Clarabelle sat quietly down, near the flag, in plain view. Her dolls drifted outward and to the sides, hiding themselves in the nearby foliage silently. She positioned them in staggered lines, widening the further they went away from the flag. She smiled pleasantly to herself as she did. Scissors, knives... oh, she'd had to blunt then unfortunately, but the fascinatingly sharp edges of her dolls' weaponry could still take her enemies by surprise even if they wouldn't hurt them particularly much...

So, for now, Clarabelle sat and waited.

[Assistant]
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Jonathan Walker

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Jonathan couldn't help but laugh at Mina's joke, even if it was at his expense. He had a sense of humor about these sorts of things after all, and it probably didn't help that he was a borderline masochist. All throughout the previous year he hadn't stopped smiling in battle, even with his arms and legs having been broken during the second round of the tournament. Mina had fared much worse than he had, which he attributed to a poor matchup. Jonathan had made it three rounds running entirely on brute strength and coin shots until in an epiphany he tried launching something other than a coin. Namely, his opponent. It hadn't been enough to win, though.

He seemed completely oblivious to the morally dark grey concepts that Mina had put forth. To him, it was simply pragmatism, and he had no problem with other students exploiting every weakness possible. He did it himself to a limited extent, though it took a long time to work out how to deal with some people for him, and the extent of his studies on Miss Kasuke's powers had only led him to carry a handheld mirror and polarized sunglasses in his briefcase. Woefully insufficient no doubt.

"Hah, yeah, 'Sucker punch Jonathan in the face' should definitely go in your notes. I'd like to see what you've got on me at some point. If you don't mind, I think I'll borrow your idea. Every possible advantage is a good thing, and I'll be aiming for the top of my classes as well. Perhaps we could work together."

Jonathan knelt down and flipped open his briefcase to retrieve his own notepad and a BIC ballpoint pen. His family was wealthy, sure, but not so wealthy that they avoided good deals at the local Staples. Pen and notepad in hand, he stood and begun taking notes himself, clearly inspired by his partner's work ethic.

The glowy guy in red had some sort of charge-based power and was calmly walking and barking commands - some sort of strategist personality? The girl who had punched him earlier was even more absent-minded than he was judging by how easily she had gone down. The sailor had a hell of a kick behind him, so he'd have to protect his solar plexus and groin against that guy. And... Some kid was hiding behind a tree, perhaps setting up an ambush for the boy with the sword? The thought of cowardice never even crossed Jonathan's mind. He had difficulty comprehending anyone not liking fighting.

Scribble scribble.

He glanced up towards Mina Miss Kasuke again. Were people really that intimidated by her? He couldn't really see why. She seemed perfectly nice to him.

Carrot

[User]
As the game began Daisuke summoned his knuckle weapon and went towards his team flag. He had trust the rest of his teammates would hold back the other team while he managed to charge his weapon, it would just be a fancy brass knuckle otherwise and seeing how some had brought swords to the match, having a blunt weapon didn't seem too much of an advantage. Looking at the other side it seemed that Bradley had already thwarted and attack, but it seemed strange to Daisuke, only an idiot would run in a straight line into the other side unless this was a distraction.

Seeing who was with him defending the flag, Daisuke saw a doll-like girl, who predictably had a doll related power. Since she seemed to know what she was doing (and because she was kinda creepy) Daisuke decided to leave her alone; instead, he focused his attention on the other girl who seemed like she didn't want to be there. Approaching her he bluntly asked her  "What can you do?"  There was no time for formalities if he wanted to win against the other team, and knowing what she can do can help him to develop a strategy to successfully defend their flag.


[System]
Age: 63
Race: Dunmer
Height: 5'8"
Eye color: Red, left is blinded

Class: Mage
Secondary Class: Warrior
Weapons: Ebony war axe and a steel dagger for some cases. Magic is still preferred.
Armor: Robes of Conjuration, leather gauntlets, leather boots
Clothes: Red dunmer clothing (good name, Bethesda), fur boots

Shout you will learn: Ice Form

Biography: Erius R'en, more commonly known as Alit, was born a century after her parents fled Vvardenfell to Blacklight. She spent her childhood enjoying the city's sights, spending much of her time as a spectator of the arena, before eventually having to move to the quieter town of Raven Rock. Alit was unsatisfied with the monotony of farming- and although lacking true combat skills- longed for something more. She left for Skyrim just two years after the defeat of Miraak with only the magic she learned from spare tomes.
Marital Status: Single
Relationships: Despite her bluntness, Alit manages to get along with Uthgerd the Unbroken and Arcadia. Her standing with the Companions tend to vary due to her nagging, but she does have an interest in keeping them alive and inspired in battle.

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(i can and will snap my own neck)

Name: Haskell
Age: 30
Race: Nord
Height: 6'1"
Eye color: Grey

Main Class: Warrior
Secondary Class: Archer
Weapons: Nordic greatsword, Elven bow
Armor: Ebony armor
Clothes: Blue merchant clothes, boots, bone hawk amulet

Shout you will learn: Storm Call (aka the shout no one with companions they care about ever use)

Biography: Haskell hails from Windhelm, where he was a farmer before turning to banditry shortly after receiving news of his parents' deaths, both of whom served on the losing side of the civil war. A couple years were dedicated to terrorizing the roads and small villages before the innocent deaths started weighing on him. Haskell managed to slip away from the lifestyle without catching the attention of the others during a raid, and for a time he wandered alone, taking bounties from inns before eventually looking into the Companions.
Marital Status: Single
Relationships: He was friends with Nils, Luaffyn, and Quintus Navale in Windhelm. In Whiterun, he gets along with Uthgerd and Sinmir.

[User]
Valen was a bit surprised on how most of the group handled what he had told them the last time he had to eat what he killed. he was tied to a tree and the towns people called for the Legion. he most certainly preferred this reaction he chuckled at the questions he looked to Maria "well i could say that men taste leaner as for mer i have only tasted Altmer i can tell you that they taste just as pompous as they act but can be edible if the right spot is eaten" Valen said with a grin and a wink towards the Orc.

He turned his head to the Redguard "well you see i don't eat people for pleasure so i don't season their flesh" he told him valen leaned closer to the Redguard "i have heard that Redguard meat is sweet and delicate sounds like you...." Valen shot a sly mischievous wink to Jarett. He quickly drank some of the wine which was handed to him to stop himself from bursting out with laughter.

Valen felt more at home in this moment then he had for five years this was his purpose the divines had led him here to a new family.
Now he just had to keep them alive.

Valen thought about what Keldan had said he gave her a simple nod of acceptance he still couldn't muster the will to conversate but he would cause no problems.

[Assistant]
"Is that so?" Maira wasn't sure if Valen intended to mean that as an entirely different thing, but the way he grinned and winked Maira slowly nods her head in acknowledgement as if to tell him "I see what you did there."

Who knew a topic like this would interest the orc, although it has not really piqued her curiosity enough to really 'taste' a person's flesh, not of the cannibalistic nature at least. "I'll take you're advice to heart, Velan" she laughed "if I ever feel like eating Altmer one of these days." glancing at the bard next to her, Maira at this point was helping herself with the free beverages. It's gonna hurt like the sixteen planes of oblivion in the morning, which is fine now since she's having fun but would constantly curse herself in the morning when the pain slaps her back to reality.

[User]
A explosion happened to go off just outside the walls of solitude, "Damn it all to the Devines, you poor excuse of a assistant. I told you to pay attention. The Dwemer oil is hard to come by and ypu just had to put a hot piece of metal in it thinking it was water?!" A Bald nord face blackened by the explosion and his beard slightly singed was bellowing at the top of his lungs at a Imperial assistant. "Im sorry sir its just..." the Nord glared and slammed his ebony covered fist down against his anvil. "I have no time for your excuses you half wit!" He bellowed.

A Guard walked up to the furious blacksmith "Is there a problem here?" The Nord looked at her and with a smile he spoke. "None at all maam. Just a mistake that is being corrected at the moment turns out good help is hard to find these days." She scoffed and turned to walk away "excuse me maam if you wouldnt mind. Your axe looks to be a little on the dull side. If you wouldnt mind i would like to give my assistant a second chance and have him sharpen your weapon. At least he cant mess that up at least" the solitude guard drew her axe and ran her finger along the blade and nodded at the blacksmith.

He took the blade from her and handed it to his assistant who proceeded to take it to the grinding stone and began to sharpen the blade while Thraine walked over to his forge and pulled out a hot blade and began to hammer it down

[Assistant]
Alit coughed a bit. "Great. Anyway... since we've got a nicely varied group, we should do just fine!" she tossed in her attempt to change the subject, the idea of cannibalism never sitting well with her, neverminding her own rare use of necromancy- in spite of Dunmer tradition- and the more often used soul trap.

"That mean we should head out soon? I've stuck here a little too long." Haskell had little personal allegiance to the Stormcloaks himself, but considering his now mostly dead family's preference, he wasn't exactly too comfortable in a city full of Imperial soldiers.

Alit looked over at Keldan. "Make sure you get everything you need for the road. None of us know how long we'll be searching for the Harbinger." Her attention was then caught by the sound of some explosion outside. It wasn't too far away, either, and it couldn't have been too bad if it wasn't followed up by screaming. "Now that sounds like something to investigate!"

[User]
Jarett laughed and returned Velan's wink as he sipped his wine. "I'll give you another taste if you ever want," It has seemed the wine had loosened up Valen and had brought up a side that the Reguard didn't see too often. At least the whole party was more relaxed and the bad blood between the two Mers had been put aside. And now everyone was flirting, there must be something in the wine or the mead.

Keldan smiled at Maira and slid a hand to her knee. "You just tell me and I'll happily oblige. I cant help but to wonder what you would taste like." She sipped her drink and nodded to Alit. Keldan had very few personal items. She wasn't too attached with anything she owned except for her lute, which she was defenetly taking to the adventure. Keldan shifted closer to Maira just when the explosion happened outside of the Inn making the Altmer jump a bit.

"What was that?" Jarett' s hand went to his small dagger on his side as he looked to the door. Something that loud must have been very close to the Inn. The other patrons around them had stopped whatever they were doing to look around. "Lets go check it out." He stood up and put down the glass. Keldan was in charge of the payment and Velan had put some gold in so he wasn't too worried about leaving without paying.

[Still on phone, sorry! ]

[Assistant]
Valen couldn't help but blush slightly he had not really thought of Jarett as someone to flirt with a lowly wild Bosmer even if he had flirted first. ah Riel is this your doing...i did ask you to guide me "well i just might......" before he could finish his sentence an explosion ended the moment. Valen seemed more annoyed then worried but he still stood and gripped his bow.

"shit.. well that didn't sound good After you jarett" he said jokingly as he made his way to the door. Valen couldn't decide if this interruption was negative or positive he had never flirted with anyone beyond his betrothed so it made him very nervous and complicated.
this explosion might have saved Valen from making a fool of himself but at the same time it could be a fun distraction he would have time to think about it more in due time.

[User]
Maira was sloshed enough to keep her cool around Keldan now, but still nervous that the bard can get too direct on her advances. This type of teasing exchange to be honest, was unknown territory for the orc, but an exciting experience non the less. Maira abruptly turned around at the sound of the explosion, as where the others. She leaned her hollow cheeks tiredly on one palm, her eyes closed, she could feel the world turn around her due to the alcohol's effect

 "Do we have to?" she questioned Alit "I'll stay here. Keep the seats warm for us." If there were any real trouble out there she thought, it would be the perfect time to exhibit her skills. With a little nudge she could be convinced, but right now smooth surface of the bar was comfort enough to keep her on her seat.

[Assistant]
"Fine. Just make sure ya sleep that alcohol off or something before we have to hit the road," Alit said, already out the door by the time she finished talking.

Haskell breathed a sigh of relief. "Phew. That explosion must've been a blessing from the Nine. Had enough of all this flirting." He wasted no time in walking right out of the inn to find the source of the thankfully not too loud blast. One glance at the main gate gave him enough information that it was just outside the city walls-- some guards and civilians had gone to check up on whatever was happening. It didn't look or smell like anyone was dead, but there was a hint of oil in the air.

[User]
"We'll leave tomorrow morning, we'll meet by the gates as soon as the sun rises," Jarett said as he stood up from his seat and followed Valen and Haskell out of the inn to the source of the explosion. A few people had gathered around the outside of the walls while some of the guards were trying to keep them away, forming a circle around whatever had caused it. A guard woman also seemed to be talking to a bald man while another worked on an ax. "This looks interesting." He pushed a few people aside to make way for the group members that had decided to investigate.

Back in the inn, Keldan had stayed behind with Maira. "I'm sure it's nothing," she said to the orc as she brushed her hair off her shoulder. "Come, I'll take care of you." Keldan stood up and paid Corpulus for the rest of the drinks. She went to get her lute before walking up to Maira and helping her up. "You can walk, right? We got a nice walk ahead of us." The Bard's college was a few ways away from the inn. Maira could sleep in her bed. Keldan had a bedroll she could crash in for the night. "You don't have to worry about anything, my dear, I won't do anything to you while you're like this," The Altmer promised as they made their way out of the inn.

[Assistant]
[@everyone]

The Bosmer smiled and turned to the Argonian, "I think that would be satisfactory, I can see you are in a group and they seem to be on the same quest are you" He said motioning for Zazar to lead the way. The Argonian nodded as the two headed to where the others were,Zazar motioning for the others to come join him so they can hear where the Dovakiin could be.

"So for me to give you the information i would need something form you, 1300 gold pieces for the information or you can do a little task for me" He said with Zazar looking at him with a disdain look on his face. "And what would this task be if we don't have the gold for you?" The Argonian asked thinking that unless the group could pool 1300 gold then they would have to do this "task" for him.

"It's a simple task, All i need your group to do is get something for me, Their was something stolen form me a blue jewel that is very valuable to me. If you go to the White River Watch cave near here and kill all the bandits and receive the jewel then i will give you the information you need" The Bosmer said smiling. "Their leader a Dunmur by the name of Ra'ka has the my jewel" He added willing to answer any questions the group may have.

[User]
Maira motioned a wave to Keldan as she manages to get up on her feet on her own. She could still handle herself though, her light tolerance has always an embarrassment, seeing her kind are considered the burliest amongst the races. "I can manage" she said with a chuckle, she lightly trips but got a grip of the bard's shoulders. "A nice walk could help clear my head."

 Regardless of that explosion earlier the evening was relatively calm. Though not in par with Riften's, cold and preying atmosphere which she is much used to, it's nice to not always expect thugs to jump at you at any given time. Maira smirked at Keldan's reassurance as they stepped out of the inn "Hey, not that I have a problem with that." jesting aside the orc appreciates the woman's word of honor. It's a rare thing to encounter, from where the orc was coming from. "You didn't need to stay for me you know. I can still quite take care of myself." She said right before tripping on a loose pebble. She gave the bard a guilty stare "Quite."

As they passed by the blacksmith's Maira peeked above the elevated building where they could see the rest of the gang on their way to the commotion. "I wonder what's that all about."

[Assistant] Alit got herself to the front of the thankfully small crowd. She examined the scene; smithing outside the safety of the walls? Even with the towers and the guards, that was risky. It hadn't even been an hour since the bard and the duelist were 'inducted' into their group and her interest was already sparked again. She watched as the blacksmith and his assistant worked, not being one to need a reminder on how useful the trade was. She glanced back at Jarett. "What do ya think about smithing?"


[System]
CHARACTERS
Age: 20

Gender: Male

General Appearance: Theo is a young man of average height, barely topping 6', and fairly thin of build. He has some visible muscle mass, but nothing more than the results of manual labor and high school sports. His hair is dark brown, almost black, and is worn in long locks framing his face. His eyes are a dull hazel, and his skin is slightly tanned.

Orb Color: White-gold.

Class: Sundancer - A primarily offensive class specializing in lightning-fast, fluid strikes with a sword augmented by Light-attribute magic. Strong in close or medium range, but requires sunlight to be effective.

Class Appearance: In the other world, Theo wears long, flowing garments of white, with long sleeves and voluminous pants. He wears very light steel plating in the form of a cuirass, bracers, greaves and tassets, though they offer little protection. In time, he may condition his body to wear medium armor, with more protection and coverage, though his armor will always retain the bright, radiant shine of the sun. A long curved sword rests on his hip, one which may be wielded in one or two hands.

Skills:
* Shine (Passive) - The Sundancer's blade seems quicker, his armor seems lighter, when illumined by the Light. Improves speed when in sunlight.
* Flash - The Sundancer's armor flashes like a mirror, blinding close foes, and drawing the attention of others.

Cross Skills:
[LOCKED]

Limit Break:
[LOCKED]

Inventory:
* Ray - A type of sword used by apprentice Sundancers. It bears a fourty-two inch curved blade, with a long hilt for one or two hands to grip decorated with a simple sunburst on the guard.
* Apprentice Armor - Armor for apprentice Sundancers. Low in protection, but very light.
* Potion(5) - Heals small wounds.
* Tent(2) - Shelter and food for four people. Completely restores users after sleep. Consumed after one use.

Status:

 HP: 239
 STR: 13
 DEX: 10
 AGI: 19
 INT: 8
 WIS: 18
 LUK: 10

[User]
With the group's concentrated efforts, they seemed to be prevailing over the demon horse. Gaius had blinded it, and the young Samurai came to the front lines to abate its assault. A strange energy engulfed the horse, dimming its flames, and the girl with the bat and a blue power ranger combined their efforts to knock it to the ground. Hope glimmered in the Sundancer's heart.

 But the flames, though dimmed, left their mark on the baseball girl. Sputtering blood, she fell unconscious, and Theo hissed a curse. But the beast did not stay down long enough, not nearly. It threw itself back to its feet, shaking away the shadow around its face and erupting in a geyser of flame, free from the magic that had inhibited it. Then it turned to a distant hill, readying to charge.

 "It's running away!?" Theo yelled out. He turned his head to the hill, and that's when he saw it. Something that wasn't there before. A small shine, the tiny reflection on the lens of a scope. It was the ally who had stunned it earlier.

 Before Theo had time to think, the fire streaked across the plains once again, straight up the hill with unbelievable speed. In a fraction of a second it was gone. And then there was a burst of blue, another lightning bolt, and a crack echoing across the sky. The demon fell, flames extinguished, but before it was a small shadow, thrown over the hill's crest.

 Theo ran. He ran to the hill as hard as he could, as if trying to outrun the fear he had for the life of their companion, the one who had been trying to protect them. His sword held in both hands trailing behind him, he was running faster than he knew how, than he ever had before.

 Why? He thought. Why the HELL did you single him out, you bastard!? Still faster he went, wind tearing past his ears. Even the hill presented no challenge, his legs carrying him confidently upward, towards the heavens. One foot after another, a blur of speed, and he reached the top, the demon only a dozen feet away. He leapt.

 Theo soared through the air in his newfound momentum, blade held ready to thrust into the fallen beast, and something shone off his armor, a grand glow of orange and pink and blue in the distance. The sun was rising.

 The Sundancer plunged, screaming. Ray, his curved sword, parted the demon's flesh tip-first, falling half way into its body. The demon screeched as Theo landed atop it, kicking off and ripping his blade out in one motion.

 The Sundancer took stance between the sniper and the demon horse, blade ready. In the rising sun, his robes and armor seemed more gold than white, and he himself almost seemed to glow at a distance. Even his dark hair and eyes seemed lighter as he challenged the beast with his stare. But the monster wasn't finished.

 "Hey," Theo said to the sniper without taking his gaze from the horse. The man still seemed to be conscious. "Think you can drop it one more time? We'll keep it off your back." He knew what they could do, now, together. The demon would not rise again.

[Assistant] The streaks of lightning that crossed the plains reminded Saerena of shooting stars. The battle raged on, the group seemingly revitalized after the first shot connected. The others rushed at every chance, until Saerena was sure the beast would fall under the wake of physical and magical attacks. Unfortunately, she was wrong. Each time the horse went down, and each time it got back up. Still its health was immeasurable, as if the battle might last forever. Unexpectedly the horse turned away, as if retreating, only to charge at the lone figure on a distant hill. Within a second it seemed to have gapped 100 meters. And then there was the impact. A last second shot to slow the beast was likely all that saved the figure from death, instead flinging it downhill with tremendous force. Saerena saw that it was alive, but barely. At that, she sprinted to the opposite side of the hill where she had last seen the figure before it was lost over the crest. As she approached she saw Theo plunge his sword downward into the horse's flank. Is that it? she thought as she continued sprinting to the downed figure's side. Again, it was not enough. The beast rose, as enraged as ever, glaring daggers at Theo. She noted that he seemed different now, stronger, more confident, as he stared just as intensely back into the horse's eyes. She reached the side of the man that had been injured, and again dropped her goggles over her eyes. His HP had dropped dangerously low, his figure burned and bloodied. He would not survive another attack. Though Theo called for him to stun the beast again, Saerena doubted if he could lift his gun, let alone hold it steady enough for an accurate shot. She knelt in front of him, reading the built in HUD-rangefinder in her goggles. "Lock. 75 meters." she said cooly. "If you can still pull a trigger, rest the barrel on my shoulder to steady it. Clear shot, 75 meters." she added to the man behind her, still visibly disoriented. At that, she fired at the horse's eye, carefully accounting for drop and Coriolis, putting as much power as she possibly could behind it. Electricity arced off the gun and into the ground as she shot, propelling the bullet directly into its target. The beast's head whipped sideways on impact, almost taking it off its feet by sheer force, leaving an opening for a stunning shot and a blindspot for Theo. Hopefully this will end it, she thought as she fired, that shot may be my last for a while.

[User]
He saw the male come towards him, dressed in white gowns. He was one of the side people he saw when passing to the hill to practise his shots. He could barely focus on his face, as his vision felt as if it were fading. His face was bloody, cut and spattered with the blood of the moon. Marcus' breath felt heavy. He could barely hear what they were saying. They? A Female had arrived, seemingly shouting to him. But he couldn't hear her, as he couldn't make out any words. Nothing was going to plan. His ears were ringing constantly and his sight was dying, quickly. He couldn't let him die now. Not now? Not ever...But seriously...the first boss had eliminated him from life, and there was no other way out apart from death...He was about to suffer from it. The lungs he bared felt cold and emotionless. His heartbeat could be heard only to himself. He looked past the blurry woman yelling at him as she shot at the beast. He could see it, the big fucking blur in the distance. It wasn't much of a distance, as he could feel the heat shimmer across his crumpled body. If this was how he was going to go out, he might as well do it with some use. He was tired of feeling useless. Marcus was always useless on Earth...it's why he was in that spot where Menaphis found him, waiting for his time to end. He hadn't accomplished shit on Earth, and now he could at least send the others something to be thankful for, even if he didn't know them. It was so early into the trip and he was dying though...that said a lot about him...he was a failure. And now, he was clinging onto life like a string overhanging an abyss.

 He raised his head, unable to climb to his feet. He crawled past her. Very slowly. He felt the eyes explode with heat. He knew she'd be looking down in confusion, but he had no clue what she wanted him to do. All he did was hear the whispers of Menaphis in his mind.

"Elemental Shot is ready at 3 Round Capacity...You've been down here for 10 minutes, giving you time to recharge..." He thought to himself. With one weak arm, he placed the Rifle onto the ground. He groaned in pain as he spat out a few speckles of blood. It was time...he whispered in a long slur, his hat tilting sideways.

"Element...shot..." Once again, it charged up beginning to shake as he only held it with one hand. It took the usual time, and once again, the sky was cracked as the shot fired. The force sent him backwards a bit, making his hat fall straight off of his head. His small and young face was revealed, which was hidden the previous minutes. His cheeks and forehead remained scarred and bruised as his head fell down into a slump. His vision went black and he couldn't move.......was he dead?

[Assistant]
After waiting for one of the others to help Rosa Lance finally decided to just bandage her up. After a bit of bandaging to stop any intense bleeding Lance headed outside, his spear in his hand.

"Tell me I can throw a spear well." Lance said to his orb as he ran after the others, leaving Rosa in the cave passed out. The orb glowed as it spoke to him.

"Yes you can." The orb answered.

"Right then, hope I can be accurate." Lance said to his orb as he ran after the horse. Once close enough he threw his spear at the horse. It flew through the air with great speed, and then flew right past the horse.

"I never said you would be accurate." The Orb added to which Lance just face palmed.

[User]
Theo launched himself laterally, dashing through the plains. He was fast, but the demon horse was still faster, unbelievably so. It regarded the Sundancer patiently, measuring its next charge. Then it reared, about to throw itself forward.

 "Flash!" Theo yelled. His first ability. He felt the warmth of the sun as his breastplate stole it for a fraction of a second. He threw his arms to the side as blinding light erupted forward. The horse toppled backwards, its fire burning away the grass around it. It flailed for a moment before putting its feet under itself and charging blindly into the dawn.

 Theo watched the ball of fire rolling across the plains, then looked to the sniper. He was beginning to come to. The demon had been blinded, but it would wear off very quickly.

 "Now!" Theo shouted desperately. "It has to be now!"

 He watched the sniper crawl forward, life slowly fading from his eyes. Then in the distance the horse shook its head, finding the group again with the clarity returned to its sight. It charged.

 I have to keep it still, Theo thought. He clenched his teeth and steeled his nerves. The ball of flame approached, and the Sundancer threw everything he had directly at it.

 Theo's sword slammed into the beast's chest and for an instant he had entered an inferno. His entire body felt like ice, the pain so intense he felt his skin melting away. But through everything he could feel his feet firmly planted in the dirt, and the horse stopped dead in its tracks before another bullet of lightning slammed into the horse's flank.

 The fire blew away like ash in the wind and the horse fell again. Theo roared, spinning forward in a maelstrom of steel. Slash after slash the demon's skin parted, carving crests of blood in the smoldering earth. The horse lashed out with its horns but the swordsman flew away with unnatural agility and came back just as quickly, turning his whole body in a vicious arc that cleaved the horse's head in two. And then it was finished. The monster fell quietly to the earth, an anticlimactic end to the grueling battle.

 Theo could not believe it was over. He held his blade ready to mitigate another explosive resurgence, waiting for the demon to regenerate and attack once more. But it simply melted away into ash.

 "Theo," the golden orb said from somewhere nearby. "Tend to your allies. You all need to rest."

 Theo reluctantly nodded, sheathing his sword. He turned to see the sniper lifeless on the ground. Oh, please, no, he thought. Is he dead?

 "No, his HP hasn't hit 0 yet," the orb said. "He's unconscious, but stable. Though I would imagine in a lot of pain."

 Theo ran over, falling to his knees by the sniper. "Wait," he said, remembering his inventory. "I have something in my bag." The orb floated over and Theo accessed his status. A small icon appeared in his Inventory screen, and he pressed it with his finger. A phial appeared in his hand then, brought into the physical world by some manner of energy. Theo flipped the unconscious man onto his back and uncorked the phial. He pulled the man's mouth open and poured its contents in.

 I hope this works. Come on, you bastard, swallow it. There we go. He waited there, hoping for the best.

 Others were gathering around, now. The gunslinger, the witch and the samurai, the baseball girl and the blue power ranger, and the dragon and the man on its back.

 "That was insane, huh?" Theo said. "Is everyone okay?" He flinched, then, acutely aware of his own pain.


[System]
Gender: Male

Species: Wisp

Appearance:
He and his squad had the same tattoo on their backs to show their bond. During his last year that tattoo turned more into a burden, and as thoughts about removing it passed through his mind he could never do it. Was it guilt? Or a memento from better days...
None the less that tattoo carried over to his new body. As a wisp he has this stripe of black ink rotating around his pure blue form, almost as if his sins are still chasing him, even to this new world.

Goals: Redemption

Past Life: He was a soldier in a foreign land, sent there to help the government eradicate a rebel group. In the beginning it all seemed just, they were going to another country to free the citizens from the terror and oppression of the rebels. He killed a lot of those rebel scum fueled by the desire for justice and to serve his country. When, was the exact moment that everything changed or better yet, they changed, he didn't know. Somewhere along the way many squadrons started behaving in a more...animalistic manner. Maybe all the killings and the euphoria of the battlefield combined with the fact that they could die at any given time had ignited that sinful flame within them. They started killing the civilians whose houses they were occupying, stealing their food, raping them. War Crimes.

The others aside, he had made peace with the fact that he would be charged and sentenced once the war was over. And then it ended, and all he got for it were medals and commendations among many other praises.

Returning back home, he saw his smiling wife, looking at him with tearful eyes filled with admiration, besides her she was holding the hand of a child. An innocent young girl who he was proud to call his own. That sight gripped and painfully twisted his heart almost making him retch. How many families had his squad ruined, how many had he destroyed?

He tried to live his life, tried to forget, tried with therapy, with alcohol, with drugs and then with other women besides his wife.
One year later he committed suicide.

Some would say that it was the coward's way out. That instead of owning up to his actions he chose to escape them. But he was a religious person and he knew that no punishment on earth could compare to what would befall him in hell.
That day he didn't pray once to God for forgiveness.

Abilities:
* Skill Gain: Curse Affinity
An Affinity Skill makes learning skills related to that affinity easier and boosts their power. The Curse affinity is a category including magics that are solely meant for causing harm and misfortune, and spreading malice. But those who immerse themselves in hatred often drown in it...
* Mana Orb I
* Lesser Force I
* Levitation

Transformations: --

Inventory: --

[User]
Jason
The Pool (D2)

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Using his Tremor Sense as a kind of impromptu MRI, Jason was able to find the position of an unusual organ within the creature's body, but other than that it seemed to be a normal, if significantly larger, lizard…

The other slime accepted the legs with gusto, but it didn't seem to understand the significance behind such a gesture. As Jason conversed with it, it seemed to draw back somewhat from his touch. It still retained a bare minimum of contact, however, in order to respond.

Not Me many idea Me not know. Almost too much. But eat Big? Big like--

BIG COMING VERY BIG HURT ME ME GO!

This time the other slime did jerk away, and quickly began flopping away. It wasn't clear to Jason at first, until he heard the rolling noises behind him. Was that red slime Asura? But who--or what--was the big blue monstrosity behind him!?

[[You, Ed, and Asura will now be in a new Party unless you just ignore them. They're close enough you can see/hear most of what they're doing.]]

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Rain, Orchid, Digbie, Mourningstar, Oberon, Orochi, Ardur
Flame of Chaos (D2)
Amsterdam@Lucius Cypher@King Cosmos@CriticalHit@Gardevoiran@floodtalon@ReusableSword

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Mourningstar made use of her new skill to send a wave of magic, shaped like a crescent moon, at Goblin #3 as he hefted his rock one more time. As she cut open his throat, he dropped the rock and pressed both hands to the wound with a gurgle. He began to stumble away, not dead but not able to take his hands away from his throat for the moment. At the same time Mourningstar felt Oberon's Shield I envelop her--which worked out well, as at that moment Orchid's torch came flying through the air. The flames and heavy wood smashed into the Wisp, once again dropping her to the ground. The Shield held against the actual impact--but not against the flames! With an angry pop and hiss they washed over Mourningstar's body, the heat unbearable even for those few seconds.

While this was happening, Rain was getting to her feet. Oberon offered her healing, at the same time attempting to analyze her even though his skill, like Mourningstar's, wasn't entirely suitable.

Digbie, on the other hand, showered the Dire Rat in sparks that began to catch upon its fur. As it smoldered with one of the most rank smells one could imagine, he hefted it with a battlecry and let the disgusting corpse fly.

On the other side of the battlefield, Ardur grabbed a wooden splinter and attacked the downed Crispy. The Goblin had screwed his eyes tightly shut, but the pixie managed to stab his bugsticker through the thin flesh. As he did so, however, the flame-touched goblin spasmed wildly--had he already overcome the paralysis!?

"ARRGH! CRISPY GONNA MAKES YOU ALL PAY!"

The caster shoved his green palm at Ardur, whom he could only detect because of the direction of that last attack thanks to the damage to his eye. Still, however, his Fireball was still fully functional. Ardur was too close to avoid him--luckily, the Pixie still had his Shield up from before. As the magical projectile hit him point-blank, he was blown backwards head over heels. He could feel the heat as if on the other side of a window, unpleasant to say the least but not harming his flesh. Once it was done, though, as his shield faded his grass and spidersilk clothes began to catch the embers…!

Meanwhile, Digbie's projectile crashed into the goblin with the pickaxe just as he was getting ready to attack the others again. Mourningstar now tackled the same goblin, knocking the green demihuman to its rump. Rain lunged at it a moment later, biting and tearing with her fangs, and Oberon fired a Mana Orb at it from a distance. In seconds, the group had brought down the first of this motley green gang.

Goblin #1, however, was still in the fray. He had seen Digbie throw the rat, and now turned to the other youngling with his Gnarled Stick raised in both hands.

"What you doin', you dumb!? You s'posed ta kill da OTHER monstas!"

[[Orchid's Target for her attack is Orochi, I'm gonna let Critical respond to her attempted sword thrust on his own.]]

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Ash, Naji, Scott, Danny, Reoth
Nearby the Pool (D2)
@ghastlyInc@CollectorOfMyst@Duthguy@Kangutso

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As Naji yelled even louder at the lizard, it paused again--but not as long as last time. By the time it got ready, however, Ash burst onto the scene. At her threatening display, the leashed Lizard drew back under one of the nearby rocks, but it did manage to hiss back. It kept its mouth open, as if emphasizing its fangs, making itself look more threatening. As Ash stopped looking directly at it to address Danny, it narrowed its jaws somewhat, but still kept up a drawn out, low volume hiss as its slitted eyes darted between all the unusual monsters around it…

As Naji bit into the goblin, smelly, bloody, and raw, he found the last bit of his strength helped along by desperation. Skin tore, muscle was pulped by his chewing, and fresh, hot blood spilled over his tongue. A thoroughly disgusting experience, but there was nothing even left in his stomach to vomit. And after the first few mouthfuls, the incessant beeping in his head seemed to stop...he still felt horrible, but for the moment it was tolerable. And the more he ate, the better it seemed to get, but just how much of this could he really stand?

And why was yet another Fanged Lizard approaching to eye him with that unreadable face?

As Reoth approached the starving pixie, he could hear what was going on between the Wisp and the other Lizard, which apparently seemed to be leading this "pack." They were...speaking? Like him?

Meanwhile, Danny's attempt to observe the leashed lizard only told him what he could obviously see. It was a lizard--normal by most standards, no unique markings or colors like Ash and some of the others he had seen--and it was of the usual size for the monstrous reptiles. It looked like it might have taken a beating from the goblins at some point, but those scars on its scales had healed or been replaced by new skin. The leash around its neck was simply a rawhide strip, probably made from the skin of some other creature the goblins had slain.

Then a noise dinged in his head.

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Edward
Pool Party (D2)

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As Ed's rational mind and caring spirit won the battle over his bestial instincts, he refused to attack the human-like Pixie. Taking a good long look at himself in the pool, he wondered who he really was in this new world--just a Dire Rat, a monster like all the others? Or could he, once more, be the person he wanted to be?

Only Ed could make that decision. Only he could choose which path he would follow--man, or beast? But despite this uncertainty, he had at least made the choice to spare an innocent creature. He could, perhaps, take solace in the fact that this poor Pixie might live, and overcome its suffering--

And then a rapidly rolling red ball of gelatin flattened it.

[[You, Asura, and Jason will become a new Party unless you all just ignore each other. They're both within sight of you and you can hear/see most of what they're doing.]]

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Asura
Joining A Pool Party (D2)

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Hitting the Pixie was disturbingly similar to hitting an animal--like say, a squirrel or opossum--with one's vehicle. A familiar crunch and everything.

With the dead pixie slowly digesting inside him, however, Asura would find it difficult to continue rolling at top speed. Doing so while eating, after all, would normally make one nauseous, right? As he called back at Momma Slime, she made no reply--but if the truth were known, she had rolled past Ed because her mass was too large and going to fast to make such a split-second stop.

The two living pinballs continued their helter skelter until they suddenly went over a rise in the rocks--and now down below them were two more slimes, one of which both Asura and Momma recognized…

[[You, Ed, and Jason will become a new party unless you all just ignore each other. They're both within sight of you and you can hear/see most of what they're doing.]]

[Assistant]
@Kazemitsu

After a brief moment of contemplating Ed made a resolve. 'I'm not.' He looks away from his reflection and upwards to the ceiling. 'I am me.' He feels a sense of pride and solace inside of him well up. 'The very same Edward dwells within this body!' He stands on his hind legs. 'And. I. Am. No. Monster.' He remembers the pixie he had spared earlier; Ed had willingly resisted the beastly instincts that made him want to kill the pixie. The sight of the pixie would assure Ed that he was still himself and not some wild monster he could not reign in.

He turns to see the still living pixie. The pixie in question was then promptly crushed and absorbed by a seemingly random rapidly rolling rouge colored slime.

Ed stood frozen in shock of the sight, jaw dropped in disbelief.

LVL: 2
HP: Stable
SP: Full
MP: ???

Effect/s: [STUNNED]

SKILLS:
Beast Sense (1.2)
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<UNUSABLE> Muffle (0.2) <UNUSABLE>
<UNUSABLE> Material Analysis (0.2) <UNUSABLE>
<UNUSABLE> Magic Analysis (0.1) <UNUSABLE>
<UNUSABLE> Monster Analysis (0.4) <UNUSABLE>
<UNUSABLE> Faster (0.1) <UNUSABLE>
<UNUSABLE> Rabid Fit (0.8) <UNUSABLE>

Inventory:
-None

[User]
Asura continued going at a good clip. He only slowed due to the added weight of the pixie, even though it was fairly light. He saw the dire rat look shocked, disbelief in its eyes, which got a laugh out of Asura. He wasn't a heartless or cruel being but he had no delusions on what would happen to a very wounded tiny being that had no offensive capabilities and had no magic left to protect or heal itself. Why let the pixie suffer?

Still he rolled along and went over a ledge. Stupid ground all looked the same given the lack of actual full blown light. He landed with a squishy plop next to Jason. The slime who he had let shoot him. Without hesitation he shoved the other slime out of the way before rolling further as M.S came landing nearby. "Found mom." He stated simply while staying between the two slimes. He relayed that Jason wasn't food or another slime for assimilation.

@Searat

[Assistant]
Seeing as the noise was approaching him he started preparing a mana bullet shot and just then the pixie lunged at him.

Hearing the eerie noises coming out of the darkness, Lorek prepared and held his shot only to be assaulted by the sight of the pixie he had just crushed, lunging at him. It was an abomination, a walking corpse powered by evil magic. He knew that every creature was like that inside but now that he actually saw it, he knew he was in hell. Every single creature was like the one standing before him right now.


[System]
Nationality: Czech

Origin: 601. skss

Gender: Male

Age: 36

Appearance:

Jarek prefers various Multicam permutations for desert and woodland environments and M05 for winter. He stands 186 cm tall with average build.

Rank: Sergeant

Role: Ammo bearer

Preffered Loadout:
Heckler&Koch HK 416

* PMAG (30 rounds)
* MBUS
* Magpul AFG-2
* Magpul STR stock
* Surefire M600 Ultra Scout Light
* Surefire SFMB-556-1/2-28 muzzle brake
* Surefire SOCOM556-RC suppressor (stealth operations only)
* EXPS3-4 sight with G33.STS Magnifier

Glock 17 Gen. 4

* Surefire X400® Ultra light
* Surefire SF RYDER 9Ti suppressor (stealth operations only)

Brief Background: Jarek grew up in Blansko, in south Moravia. Early on, he discovered languages, and they absolutely fascinated him - he took his first english lessons at the age of 6, he started learning german when he was 13, although lack of practice made his german a little rusty. He attended the University of Defense in Brno and joined the Army of Czech Republic in 2005.
 A few months in his career, he and his squad were on a patrol, during which they stopped near a local school. While the squad leader was talking to the staff, the six remaining men, including Jarek and their interpreter, provided security and kept the class company while their teacher wasn't available. One of the kids had a cut on his hand and Jarek, seeing an opportunity to minimize his time with the noisy eight year olds, went back to their vehicle with their team's medic to get the first aid kit. When they found what they were looking for, they heard the dreaded muslim cry and were knocked off their feet by an explosion as one of the kids detonated a small bomb he was carrying, killing himself, eight other children, the interpreter and the rest of the squad, including the leader who returned shortly before the explosion, leaving only Jarek and their medic alive, further deepening his hatred for religion. Since that time, he had extreme trust issues towards anyone who looked like an Arab, though he managed to suppress them over the years.
 In early 2008, He joined the 601st skss and participated in operation Enduring Freedom in Afghanistan (2008-2009), protecting the Czech embassy in Kabul (2010-2011) and later returned to Afghanistan.

Equipment: Large backpack with spare ammo, some medical supplies, grenades, various batteries and whatever he or someone else thinks they might need.
He wears a blood type patch on his chest carrier and left shoulder. He wears a czech flag in olive color on his right shoulder.

[User]
Aleksandra sat ramrod straight as Merlin briefed the team. She mentally ran through things in her head, calculating out which weaponry to bring with her. Both she and Dima could serve as EOD... but she couldn't rule out things potentially worse than regular explosives - thoughts of choking gas filled her mind, and she quickly blocked them off by going back to the weapons. She would probably take the Pecheneg - extra ammunition, good supporting weapon, also good at putting holes in walls and in terrorists hiding behind those walls.

As the briefing finished she stood with the rest of the team, moving to leave the room and go prepare. The R&R had been rather short lived, but then, she hadn't exactly expected a month long vacation in the Swiss Alps either.

"Volkov, a word. Stay here for a minute."

She jumped slightly, pulling a sharp about face to look at Merlin curiously. She stood straight and unmoving, immediately responding, "Yes sir?" Her curiosity was evident when she spoke, and she raised an eyebrow, "What is it you need, sir?"

[Assistant]
Tyler sat through the briefing nodding slowly. This certainly wasn't Lowjack. These people had done their homework. Had set up their base rather well. They were good. But Echo is better. He listened to the team break up. A two man right hook, and the others would operate as a bruising left straight. The OpFor would be concentrating on the main large force most likely rather then the small two man blindside. It'd work out. He got up and threw a salute Merlin's way as they were dismissed. He called out to the team as they all filed out, "Anyone needs anything tuned up, or something swapped out on your kit. I'll be in the Gunshop for a few hours here. I can set you up."

That being said he headed off for the Arsenal and Gunshop. A few of the bases other gunsmiths were there too finishing other jobs. Tyler headed over to where he kept his kit, grabbing his C7A2 out of it's padded crate. He also wheeled over a mobile gun modification cart. Containing all matter of items, modifications and parts he could apply to a rifle to change it's characteristics. He began to take the C7 apart carefully, lying the parts aside. And started with a new lighter reciever, tooled down to be lighter, but still retain the ability to go from full auto to single shot and back at a moments notice. Next up was a match grade trigger, which he tuned very carefully, allowing for a faster pull, on top of a lighter pull as well. Wouldn't have to apply so much force to the trigger to get it firing. He also tuned in a stopper pin so he didn't end up pulling the trigger too far back. A slightly over-gassed gas system is slid into the reciever followed by lighter but more robust internals. Making the gun signifcantly lighter to carry and quicker to move about. Screwing on a stock barrel with stock rifling but a specially coated inner barrel, coated with a special alloy that would allow for a flatter trajectory at long ranges. A lot less drop when it came down too it if he had to make a long ass shot. With a new and slightly more improved rifle in his hands he screwed on a compensator-suppressor combination onto the end of the barrel. It'd help with recoil a fair bit, and until they neede to go load the suppressor would keep the sound down.

He gave the rifle a shake, making sure nothing rattled, then pulled the bolt and hit the trigger a few times to make sure everything worked. The tell tale click and snap as everything cycled correctly let him know it was all in working order. Next came some customary adornments, his weaponlight, and the PEQ laser sight, tuned for semi-visible ranges so it didn't give him away clearly. His customary C79 3.4x scope. Canadian scopes at it's finest. Finally though he reached way way down into the bottom drawer of the cart. And pulled out a triplet of underbarrel attachments. Two nearly identical M26 MASS shotguns. But one had a piece of tape wrapped around it that read, "Flechette". The other was just a plain old M26 Mass likely using plain 00 buck. Both MASS thought had stand-off breaching muzzles attached. The third item is ancient. An old cut down Remington short barrel, short tube, 870 Masterkey shotgun. Back form the old days of needing a quicker means of door breaching rather then carrying around a second shotgun over all. The Masterkey is a throw back to old school house warfare and breaching. It was only a moment in time, but to Tyler it was an eternity, he finally picked the base MASS, attaching it to the underbarrel mount. All you need for close and long range fun in one effective platform. And they say you can't get horny from a gun.

He grabbed some practice mags, both for the MASS and the rifle and headed outside to the range to make sure everything worked correctly. He'd be more then ready when the time to deploy rolled around.

[User]
As the briefing ended, Oakley immediately proceeded outside towards the range. She was to be running as a designated marksman on this operation and had every intention to be a damn good one. She crossed the yard and walked inside, giving a nod to Tyler before walking over to where her weapons were stored.

She grabbed her tried and true SR25 from it's crate and brought over a workbench, popping out the pins on the weapon's body before removing the bolt and carrier from the body. She then moved to the front where she cracked loose the barrel nut and removed the entirety of the close quarters barrel assembly and set it aside. From here, she replaced the barrel with a standard 24", blacked out instead of silver.

After the rifle itself was mostly reassembled, she grabbed the 8x rifle scope from the case and mounted it atop the rifle's picatinny rail and also mounted the micro red dot on top of the scope itself for close quarters use. Oakley then mounted her low light range finder and attached it to the side of her rifle's front rails, along with the compact bipod along the bottom of it.

Picking up her rifle, she quickly attached the suppressor and grabbed a magazine of subsonic 7.62mm ammunition. Oakley flipped down the bipod and rested the rifle on the shooting bench as she took a seat behind it. She slid the magazine into place and racked the charging handle with a grin, pulling down her hearing protection before looking down the scope at the 100m range. Child's play. She scored five perfect head shots followed by another five chest shots, all within millimeters of each other.

Pulling out the mag, she then removed the suppressor and grabbed four mags of supersonic ammunition before proceeding to the long distance range. Oakley readied up at the 500m range and got into a prone position behind the rifle, locking a mag into place. Lining up her shot carefully, she slowed her breathing and gently squeezed the trigger, sending a sliver of full metal jacket 7.62mm ammunition down range which promptly slammed into the target. She gritted her teeth and adjusted her scope. Her hit was off.

She looked over to Tyler who was also at the range "My sight was off, what's your excuse?" she said with a light laugh before looking back down range. She fired off another three shots in rapid succession, which all landed on target before standing and rapidly moving over to the close quarters range and switched on the red dot, taking rapid shots at the partially hidden targets before replacing the mag once again. It wasn't long before she had spent all of her ammunition, and she walked back inside to retrieve her MP7.

She was going to be as ready as she could be for this op.

[Assistant]
Jarek listened to the briefing making mental notes along the way. That small patch of land was currently inhabited by a group of less than friendly individuals. Creatures too weak to fight, instead resorting to things even Stalin wouldn't do. Probably.

A raid on a small island, at two in the morning and in a fishing village whose builders obviously never heard of right angles, and probably not even materials that could resist a bullet. He couldn't tell from the photos. A lot of dark places for someone to hide in, not to mention the buildings. That meant something balanced, maneuverable, mounting a short barrel and a powerful flashlight for safety's sake. As much as it bugged him, once again he had to compliment the ČZUB for creating a failure. He would gladly deliver his form of justice through a piece of metal and polymers carefully machined by golden Czech hands, but the latest products and decisions in this area ranged from pitiful to downright stupid. Calling it "BREN" was just a final insult. Western neighbours were once again the go-to people, in the form of a 416. One could even think they were trying to undo their past mistakes with their services.

After the briefing was finished, he walked out into the warm evening and set off to get ready for the upcoming mission. "Bloody religion." he sighed as he disappeared inside the gunshop to prepare his rifle, quietly humming a song.