[System]
Age: unknown (Extremely old demon looks about 30)
Gender: Female

Appearance:

Personality: Hissy isn't most demons she likes to play the long game with her victims, shrewd and calculating Hyestia thinks life itself is one big game of chess. When speaking, she does so in a calm way, letting each word just flow off her long tongue her words can cut deeper than any sword could showing she can be extremely cold towards magical girls and fellow demons. She is also different from other demons in the fact she has a clear need to meditate while waiting for something to happen to plot out her next course of action or just to clear her head.

Powers:
Hypnotic suggestion / Hypnotism: Hissy's eyes are strange, at first glance they appear to be regular eyes of a snake, but the more one looks at them you could swear that they turn into spirals and spin at strange harmonizing intervals and compel the beholder to keep staring. Hissy can use this ability to hypnotize victims to plant hypnotic suggestions into the poor things subconscious and send them back out with no memory to watch them unknowingly accomplish her agenda. She can also toy with someone's sense of been changing their perception of reality in whatever was she sees fit. The best way to avoid this is to just not look into her eyes or at least avoid prolonged eye to eye contact as she needs to have undivided attention for at least five seconds to compel continued staring.

Serpent physiology: Hissy's body is at least part snake thus giving her the abilities of a snake as proportional someone her size including but not limited to, camouflage, due to the constricting power of certain snakes Hestia's physical prowess is heightened, mild poison generation, dermal and Exo scale armor creation.

Sentinel hatchling: Hyestia's entire body creates snakes from magic and allows them to live in a coexisting way within her body or anyone else allowing her to communicate or locate anyone therein, however, they have to be exchanged mouth to mouth as the snakes cannot live outside of a body for more than a few seconds.

Hydra: The only offensive thing Hissy knows is the ability to partly summon four heads of her pet hydra when one head is damaged or killed the portal closes and she has to take some time to reopen it for another to work its way through.

History:

Back when mankind was still trying to work its way through the evolutionary process, there was a forest none of the primitives would go near as nothing that went into hunt ever came out. One tribe lived on the outer edge of the forest itself, there young would wander in ignoring their parent's warnings as all little ones do only to never come back as they had feared. This happened so much they were forced to leave, but not before the chief's daughter was spirited away, the decision to send all their hunters to track down the girl would prove ultimately the worst decision of their short lived primitive lives. It was broad daylight and the hunters pressed deeper into the forest with no real success at finding the girl… or anything for that matter.

No wildlife could be seen in a lush, dense forest this place didn't seem to have a single animal inside the quiet was completely unsettling. One of them spotted what looked like the girl and alerted the others, they pressed forward running through the brush to catch up eventually but the girl was vacant and pale as if she had been a walking corpse. The trees started to rustle all around them and got closer, the girls face curled up into a smile as she looked behind the group when they turned to face the source of the nightmare beheld a massive python stretching endlessly until its body reaches up into the tress

"Gotcha" The girl said in unison with the snake……..

Other things: Hissy can't turn off her eyes so if shes not using them they are always closed

[User] Chidori sighed things went to hell quickly but in the end it really didn't matter to her much she did not know anyone here really so it was no skin off her back. Than to make matters somewhat better there was a giant snake like demon "Well well will wonders never cease?" She asked as a large smile appeared she raised one of her two guns pointing it a bit left of the demons head. "Au revoir" she called out as a large black ball formed at the muzzle of her gun. Letting out a somewhat crazed laugh she pulled the trigger "Gravity bullet" was heard over the fired shot with a large bang as the ball of condensed blackened gravity started traveling at a large speed creating a large indent in the ground from the debris it started to pick up.

[Assistant]
Nya clenched her teeth. Images of that baleful night danced upon feeling the Dark Lord's touch. She began to shudder and knelt under the sheer evil pressure of the youthful demon.

A familiar image was presented before their eyes.

Death. Demons everywhere. All of them were dead. But she was special. Or just unlucky. Crawling over her many wounds, gasping to struggle for air in her last moments. Those injuries could fell a human. They all cackled, cawing like crows before a would-be carrion. The many grotesque demonic figures licked their lips.

And they exploded in a shower of blood and gore. A sharp dressed man, eyeing the youth. Placing a book besides the little girl. In his back... the horror of aeons. A pulsating mass whose existence defied the laws of hell, earth, and heaven. Eyes. Muscles. Mouths. Legs. Tentacles. Tearing the demons apart in a nightmarish storm of eldritch flesh.

"Happy 15th anniversary, my child."

A human, and yet-not smile was flashed on the man-resembling thing that should not be. And then, the whole scene, as if a photograph being forcibly aged, had its colors faded. Except the man. The man who was now...staring right back at the Demon Lord. It grinned, its pearly white teeth showing a big smile, while he waggled his finger.

To say it felt incredibly wrong was an understatement. Memories weren't supposed to react back much less answer.

"Not your pawn. Mine."

Darkness engulfed all. No more memories were shown.

Two hands clamped the Demon lord's arm with a steely grip. Nya's eyes went blank as she shuddered...and began to laugh. Her cackles had a demented, unhinged nature. And then, out of nowhere, her shoulderblade bursted, revealing a tentacle who then also latched on the demon lord, exerting bone-breaking pressure in the process.

She wasn't even human. She was magical and a girl. But she was...something worth of being sealed in the crevices of reality.

"aLl pRaISe ThE cRaWLiIIInG chAos." The girl abomination repeated in a high pitched, unhinged whisper. The left side of her face looked possitively melted and bloated...and the right side. It had two more eyes now. Who were narrowing her gaze at the Demon Lord.

"SooO. pReTTy. TaSty. mAY i eAT yoUR FACE FACE FACE. BANANA!" The girl beamed. Tendrils were wiggling out of her ears, and her tongue, which wiggled outside her mouth, had sprouted lamprey-like teeth, crowned by a set of spider legs who jutted awkwardly out of her gums. She convulsed, as her entire head and limbs and body shifted 180 degrees, her back facing the demon lord instead of the front, while the arms, legs and head kept the focus on Linda.

"foOD fRieND." She cackled as a row of spines shot from her chest, creating some sort of mockery of spinal ridge. One of her hands let go, cupping a green, sickly flameball.

"mommY dUn't wAnnA eAT RaW dEmon tOday." She added, as she began to mindless pelter her target with the Fire of Tulzscha point blank, with no regard to safety.

"hOt. tINglY. hUNgry." She repeated. "hOt. tINglY. hUNgry.hOt. tINglY. hUNgry.hOt. tINglY. hUNgry.hOt. tINglY. hUNgry.hOt. tINglY. hUNgry.hOt. tINglY. hUNgry.hOt. tINglY. hUNgry.hOt. tINglY. hUNgry!"

"FEEEEED MEEEEEEE! POOOWER!" She finally howled in top of her lungs as she kept mindlessly and unrelently attacking Linda. "HRURTTJVGFYEAAAH!"

[User]
Linda smiled at the sight of the girl being an abomination, even for a demon it was ugly. She was a bit surprised by the grip of the girl all of a sudden and she felt herself getting pummled by a few fireballs. "Your strong kid, hope you have fun doing property damage." Linda said with a smile before teleporting away from the girl. "I'll be keeping an eye on her." Linda said to herself.

Once the battles outside had been settled Linda found herself within the Casino, this time her presense hidden from the the magical girls again. "It's good to see you all, now to what I wanted to talk about. I want this world, those standing in my way however seem to be the magical girls. What I want is simple. I want the magical girls dead, and most of you seem to know this world better than me." Linda stated to the other demons laying out her plans. Linda was certainly being direct about this.

"Now I'm going to assume that none of you want to see these girls finding a way to eradicate our kind, and it seems that some of them may have a clue as to how to eradicate all of us once and for all." Linda added taking a seat in a rather nice looking chair. "Now we need plans to kill them, any ideas?" Linda asked the others getting her question out rather bluntly.

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Once the battle with the demons had been settled Cia had taken the girls who stuck around to another rooftop, though one overlooking big ben. Cia was still in her magical girl outfit. "Finally, I need to speak to you all about something rather important. I found a way to defeat the demon lord. Or atleast, a way that worked when defeating the previous demon lords. Each demon lord has been defeated by a magical child of history, each with an artifact of immense power. I want to use the artifacts, or rather figure out what the current artifact is. From my research previous artifacts have been items like the sword Excalibur, a microphone used by key political figures, even a cigar from presidents of the united states. I haven't however found one for our time. I was hoping you all could help me search." Cia stated looking at the others.

"With every new demon lord an artifact was created to counter the demon lords powers." Cia said to the others. "It took alot of research to find this information, but I was able to find it. The only problem is, what is significant now?" Cia asked the others.

[Assistant]
Elizabeth

Elizabeth stared up at the sky from the ground, she was beginning to relax when suddenly a message is sent to her mind telling her of a meeting in London... She sighs, getting to her feet and taking flight across the sea and the landmass towards London. She crashes suddenly when the sun first shines. She rolls her eyes and begins to walk to the nearest bus stop.

After several hours on a bus, Elizabeth finally arrives at where the meeting was held and was only 2 hours late. She walks up the stairs to the rooftop. She collapses out of the door and slides right into the middle of the group. She groans and looks up to the group of Magical Children "Hello... Did someone call? Sorry that I am late. I had a bit of a problem arise earlier"

[User]
ISKA, Recovering... And has missed season one

Great news... Iska didn't die this time so she didn't have to walk around London naked trying to strip her corpse of her belongings... Bad news... That bloody bird was a demon... Worse news... That was just a mook and it mauled her really badly and now apparently this chica here is wants to take on a demon lord, which sounds like a raid boss' title... Worst news... She didn't know of this before...

Calm down Iska... You knew supernatural thing's existed so this shouldn't come to you as too much of a surprise... You've also read and watched a lot of fiction and heard of folklore and legends, so you should be fine... And... Oh who am I kidding, I'm literally like a little girl in a candy store while at the same time like a deer in the headlights... I can't... Curse my curiosity and fear...

"If I may... I'd like to know why everyone here seems to be adamant at murdering said demon lord... So much so that you're willing to search the world for an artifact to do it with... I'm sorry that I'm a pessimist about this but if said objects are as random as you said then without knowing where to look, searching for it would take an inordinate amount of time..."

And here she is already dipping her toes in this unknown pool... Wrapped in bandages and still with moving with a limp from her run in with a bird thingamajiger. She looks possitively haggard and the worst for wear among the people gathered... Not to mention she's in the least fancy of garb...

Heavens... If I'm gonna hang with this crowd I need flashier clothes... These ordinary ones actually make me stand out more...

[Assistant]
A rather large snake creature was lured to the area because of Hyestia's pet hydra, but arrived all too late to be any real use to her, but she did notice its existence when it got near and decided she would attempt to make contact. As she drew closer to the sound of two large impacts echoed through the hollowed buildings alerting Hissy to camouflage instantly but still presses forward with more caution. She heard laughter from afar, but because of the fact she kept her eyes closed actually spotting the girl was impossible, however, the heat from the muzzle of her guns were something easily traced. A magical girl an interesting one she didn't see this one during the fight with the tiny lord and Hissy saw fit to observe the little one.

When Chidori landed all she could hear was hissing that only got louder as Hyestia got closer, still camouflaged, making herself a choir to spot, a chill must have run up the girl's spine and the feeling of being watched could be felt all over.

"How rude to kill an innocent creature," she said, her voice being projected to come from all angles


[System]
character sheet:
appearance: Black hair, warm brown skin, brown eyes. Quite short and decently muscled. Looks very much like her late mother.
age: 17

bio(optional): As the youngest of four, Jinayah has enjoyed some degree of freedom. She is a strange sort of princess, well-known for demanding boys' clothes since she was old enough to express it. While she will wear gowns on formal occasions, most of the time she can be found in specially tailored tunics and pants, down at target practice. Her mother passed on due to sudden illness, which may be part of the reason she is allowed her freedoms and odd habits.

role in the story: Princess to be married off, I suppose.

other(optional): I will try to make something with her 'boy' clothes as soon as I can.

[User]
(He's adorable.)

The dance ended without more outburst, and the musicians immediately picked up the pace for the next dance. Jinayah was a little bit tired, so she curtsied to her partner and went for the food. Several sips of water later she was alright again, and cast her eyes toward the dance floor (and the door) to think about what to do next. She knew, in her heart, that she couldn't leave. So that meant more dancing.

Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted the prince from Prozdy. The tall man was not hard to miss. It looked like he was practicing his steps. She wondered what kind of dancing they did in his country. From that angle, she could also see a few nobles from her own kingdom, smirking and shaking their heads at the display. She wouldn't have that - they did enough making fun of her behind closed doors.

Gracefully, she cut across the room to his side.

"Hello, Prince Vyarin. I don't think we've yet had a chance to interact." She curtsied in front of him, and looked rather cheery. "Do you need a practice partner?"

[Assistant]
Princess Annalise
Interaction with @Vampiretwilight

Watching her sisters interact with the Prince's in question she stood with a sigh and decided to head to the last available one. Figuring whatever frustration he had with his sister had at least lessened she decided to attempt to remove the Prince from the situation. She approached him with her usual soft smile. "Excuse me, would you mind joining me on the dance floor?" She had expertly positioned herself between the Prince and his sister with her back to the female in question. She offered her hand to him in hopes he would accept the invitation to dance, if for no other reason than to get away from his sibling.

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Prince Gil Jalal of Afdan
Interaction with @Wolvena

Gil gave Marabella a gentle smile glad she had accepted his request to dance. He led her to the floor to join the rest who had already been dancing. "You will have to forgive my clumsiness, this country's dances are very forign to me. I will do my best not to step on your feet during this, I make no promises." He chuckled a little as they started dancing, hoping joking about his short falling would make a genuine smile fall upon her lips. He could tell the sisters had been sporting generally fake smiles during this whole event. The same smile he had seen his mother sport when dealing with the more difficult chieftains of his country. He was indeed clumsy during the dance but he would indeed avoid stepping on her feet in the process.

[User]
Sarah was once more about to scold her brother when Annalise showed up. She was about to express her displeasure at the interruption, but Alexander spoke up first.

Alexander blinked. He had been caught off guard. He had frozen for a brief moment before he cleared his throat and nodded.
"Oh, um, sure, milady."
He took her hand. However, he could not help but glance at his sister as he followed the princess onto the dance floor.

Sarah was looking quite upset. She had her fan open and was covering her face. Her eyes were narrowed....and she was glaring.

[Assistant]
Mrabella

Bella let Prince Gil lead her to the dance floor to join the others already dancing. At his words, a true smile did grace her lips followed by a small laugh, it was something she wasn't really expecting to come to her. She had a feeling he had noticed her forced smile and was trying to get a genuine smile upon her lips. As they danced she took note of how he danced, seeing that he was clumsy, but not clumsy enough to where she worried about her feet or toes being stepped on. She had danced with far worse noblemen, who actually did step on her toes or feet. "For our dances being forign to you, you're doing rather well." she said warmly, a true smile still on her lips. "I think you may be thinking about it too hard. Just relax and feel the music." she told him. Just being out on the dance floor and dancing was helping calm her and somewhat keeping her from thinking about what was bothering her at the moment. She needed to push them back and focus on what was going on in the now.

[User]
Vyarin stopped mid-step, one foot awkwardly hanging in the air. Eventually, gravity got the better of him, and he stumbled sideways into a table with a thump and the clattering of jumping plates. One of them, laden with fine delicacies, hung precariously off its edge. Vyarin took a few steps back from the table, as if it were a lit bombard, only to tap into another one behind him, fortunately far more gently. Were anyone even to sneeze at that table . . . He cleared his throat and turned to meet the sudden voice at his side.

The voice belonged to a slender woman, whose skin was the colour of earth. Vyarin had never met anyone like that before. He must admit now to himself that his world was rather small before he left home. He didn't catch all of her Apura-speak, but he did recognize his own name. She knew him before he knew her. Perhaps she had studied the guests who are to be hosted here? Certainly more than he had thought to study his hosts, at the very least. After a few seconds of piecing together his thoughts, he responded.

"Yes. Is good," he replied in his broken Apura-tongue. "You . . . and I, to be like . . . them?" He pointed at the dancing crowd. "Is very apol-" No, that didn't sound right. 'Apologies' was the other one. ". . . Thank. For you. To help." First thing he will do when the fete ends is to reread all of his texts and dictionaries. Something ought to stick by tomorrow.

[Assistant]
Jin had to pause and think when she remembered that the prince could not speak her language. Fair enough; her own Prodzy wasn't the best. Language had never come easy to her. Perhaps pieced together, they could come to understanding. Swiftly, she slid the platter in danger back to a secure position, then joined Vyarin's side.

"Please - watch." She had to dig for words. Instead of saying more, she gestured at the dance floor, for him to watch the dancers more. Then she took his arm, and led him through the dance once, slowly. "You are -" She waved her slender brown hand, searching for the right words. "Good! But you need more-" What was Prodzy for experience, again? "You need more training." Close enough.

"Again?" The round dance had reached the beginning again, and she started up, watching his feet this time. "Oh, there?" She lifted the edges of her dress, showing off one slim ankle. "This." She placed her steps as a man would. "Okay?" Then she smiled up at him, and it seemed more of a real one than the strained polite smile she'd been wearing all night. Even though she was likened to a silent stepping cat sometimes, dancing with others was not a natural occurrence for her. She would much rather spend her steps in the forest.

[User]
Princess Annalise
Interaction with @Vampiretwilight

Annalise and Prince Alexander made it to the dance floor with little to no interruption. She could feel the glare from the Prince's sister. She smiled at the Prince and glanced at his sister when they made a turn that allowed them to lock eyes. She only briefly returned the glare, almost daring the other female to make a move, and then her attention went back to the Prince she was dancing with. "Siblings can be such a royal pain, it's always best to remove oneself from the situation when things get heated, I have found." Her gentle smile persisted as they danced. The nobles who were previously staring at the forign siblings arguing and either gone back to what they were doing, or were now gawking at the two of them dancing, the situation seemed to have cooled off for the most part. Besides the angry foreign Princess who was likely still glaring daggers at them.

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Prince Gil Jalal of Afdan
Interaction with @Wolvena

Gil smiled at Marabella's reaction to his statement. He was glad he had managed to get her to actually smile and even laugh. He nodded when she said he was thinking too hard about it. "I have been known to overthink simple things. My mother told me the same thing when she was teaching me these dances. I suppose I am too focused on not making a fool of myself and bringing my partner down with me." He managed to get into a rhythm as he spoke, not thinking as hard as he was about the dance itself. It still wasn't perfect, but it was decent. "In my country, dances are far less...structured, all about feeling the music. Not at all about following certain steps. The only form of structured dances we have are sword dances, if you mess up with those you risk getting stabbed." He shrugged as if getting stabbed was no big deal. For the thick skinned Orcs it really wasn't but Gil didn't realize that wasn't the case for other races. He forgot his kind was generally heartier than humans.

[Assistant]
Prince Alexander did his best to dance. He managed a nod.
"Well...yes....I suppose so."
He could not help but glance back towards his sister.

Sarah still had her eyes narrowed. She turned away and walked off for a time.

Alexander saw that and sighed.
"I...apologize."
He looked at Annalise.
"..for the outburst you hurt, I mean. I...well...she had been pushing me around for so long, acting like a spoiled brat, and with all that pressure I was under....well...."

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everyone else:

Emily simply glanced around. She had quickly dressed and had gotten ready as quickly as possible for the ball earlier. Many a noble had asked her to dance. She declined most of the invitations so far. She could not help but sigh at times.
He turned a bit red.

[User]
Her speech was thickly accented, and her sentences as broken as his own, but something in Vyarin's mind clicked as she made those complicated steps in a circle around him. He was to mimic her, it seems. He nodded slowly, observing with his mind's eye how she had done it. Then, briskly and with the solid-footedness of a march, he copied her, whirling until he was almost dizzy.

"Is good, yes?" He asked, in his Apura. She spoke his language, and he would speak hers. Perhaps over time, they would even out with practice. "I to do . . . like you." He did it again, slower this time, lighter on the feet, like the other men would. It was amazingly light-footed this formation, nothing like the strong battle formations of Prozdy. Perhaps it descended from scouting and skirmishing manoeuvres? This land must revere forest rangers in much the same way that the many societies of the League revere heavily armoured foot-warriors. Understandable, perhaps, with the sheer volume of forest he had traveled through in the south. The green stretched for many hundreds of leagues without even a little snow or sand to separate them.

"Err . . . Now you?" He asked. She had graciously shown him his role, but this sort of thing, by his reckoning, did require a partner to act out. "Thank for you to show me . . . 'walking' of the man. Now you 'walking' of . . ." he drew a complete blank then on the right word to use. ". . . The not-man? Apologies. I am of the forgetting."

[Assistant]
Prince Droka Yew was a late arrival to the festivities. It couldn't be avoided. The sudden death of Prince Droke had demanded that he had needed to spend some time to pay his respects to his deceased kin, even if the funeral would take time to organize and the affairs of state demanded that he wasn't in the kingdom to attend in person. It was likely for the best really; The nobility of Tushina might have long adapted to the often fast changing and dangerous nature of politics, but when the tide shifted in a major way some of the fish tended to be caught out of the water and it was likely for the best that the chance for them to do something... impulsive was limited.

The later arrival meant that the half elven prince had arrived during... what appeared to be some kind of dancing section of the festivities. Droka had decided to don the military attire of his people to reflect the fact that the Yew family was, in essence as well as practice, military leaders. Selecting a formal white, silken officer shirt that was emboldened by its silver embroidery, it contrasted well with both his pale skin and the black pants he had decided to don to match it. On his hip hung his royal yatagan, the sheath clearly designed with prestige in mind but the weapon itself functional and well crafted to serve in combat if required. While some might have questioned the prince of Tushina being armed at a civilian event, the weapon was apart of the uniform and to neglect it would have been akin to walking in with his shirt off and his chest bare.

While others danced and feasted, Droka seemed to find a place against one of the walls in order to gaze over the room without having to worry about covering his back.

[User]
Jin had to giggle softly as she was basically called a 'not man' by Vyarin. It was not a derisive laugh to mock him, more of an amused one. "Woman." She corrected gently. "Do not worry. We dance now." Her Prodzy probably sounded awful to him.

Waiting for the right beat of the music, she moved seamlessly into dancing. She gestured for Vyarin to follow with the steps he had just practiced. Hopefully he understood. She didn't want them to go to the dance floor just yet – she did not want the organized chaos to throw the Prince off his steps. Especially without being able to fully see, just like Annalise. One left where a right was supposed to be could throw off the whole line. She had seen it happen before, and had the sore toes and ruined slippers to prove it.

It was very sweet to see him trying so hard. He was doing remarkably well for a first timer. She knew from her reading that Prodzy was a bit of a harsh and warlike country. She wondered, if her father chose them to be married, if he could possibly understand her strange proclivities. But with her limited language, she wasn't sure how to bring it up.

Still, there was no harm in trying. As she moved through the dance, she spoke again. "Do you… um…" There was no Prodzy word for archery popping up in her head though she knew they had one, so she briefly mimicked the proper stance for a bow and arrow, and let off an invisible shot. "Now I am the forget." And she laughed.


[System]
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Appearance:
Personality:
Klaus is a lazy & mostly irresponsible knight. She is a glutton, often chomping down on large servings, and she likes to sleep alot. She's carefree and easygoing, thus she rarely takes situations seriously. She's surprisingly courageous at times, though she would prefer sleeping in her quarters instead of swinging her sword. Due to her upbringing, she would never let anybody starve in front of her.

Brief Backstory: Klaus was born a slave, she wasn't well-fed and is always hungry as a child. One day, she found out that her master have more food than her, so she tried to steal his food, but she was caught red-handed. In the midst of the struggle, she had killed her master unintentionally. That was the first time in her life that she had tasted good food, and that is why she felt no remorse about this. Realizing the situation, she escaped from her late master's turf, and managed to kill a few pursuers due to her talent with the sword.

Finally getting her freedom, Klaus worked as a mercenary since the sword is the only thing that she's good at. Over the years, she became well-known in her field despite her sloppy job (She often leave her jobs unfinished on purpose due to her laziness).

There was only a single occasion where Klaus did her job a bit more seriously. She protected a bunch of travellers from orcs, and one of them in the group happened to be a noble who would then recommend her as a Knight for ensuring their safe passage to another city. She was rather puzzled on how she would receive an invitation to this day.

The only reason why she had joined the Iron Rose Knights is because she will have more food at the Knight Quarters. In spite of her work attitude, Klaus often does her job in the best (and easiest) possible result with least causalities, proving herself worthy of her title.

After the few years as a Knight, she is pretty much over her past by then, to the point where the only thing she remembers is that the pasta that day was so delicious.

Equipment: Longsword

Skills: Klaus is skilled at using her sword, despite her lack of formal training.

[User]
Tiral nodded quietly as he watched the troll that he had been focusing on begin charging towards him. He had already accepted that the possibility of getting it's attention was almost 100 percent, and so it was almost a given that his barrage of magic would continue on. One after another, the magical weapons continued to fly out at the troll, turning the enemy into a walking pincushion. Ideally, someone or something would topple it from the back to send all the weapons through its body (or, at the very least, cause them all to shatter and cause internal collateral damage so that others could finish it off), but until that moment came he would continue here.

The moment he heard the voice of a child, though, Tiral's head immediately snapped to face the source. With no trace of anyone having been there, though, all the mage could do was try and make sense of the very obvious warning for the Captain's safety. Pausing his own magic for a moment, Tiral turned towards the battlefield and squinted in an attempt to find the Captain in the middle of the chaotic battlefield. Luckily enough, it wasn't very difficult to differentiate between the two forces, though they were off in the distance, and it didn't take long for the mage to pick out that the Captain was indeed engaging with one of the enemy trolls.

Unlike some of the crazier Knights, though, she wasn't particularly built for dealing one of those monstrosities alone. After thinking for a moment, Tiral turned his magical barrage towards the troll attacking Fanilly before shouting at the people around him.

"Listen up! The second we get that second troll's attention, we're going to begin to move around and drag them away from the rest of their main forces! Do not, under any circumstances, stop attacking them! If we remove the larger threats and allow the rest of the Knights to clean up what's left, then we can systematically clean up the rest! Are we clear?" he declared, not waiting for an answer before snapping the reins of his horse with his spare hand. With the dagger still aimed at the other troll, Tiral calmly began to move his horse around, his eyes snapping between both targets in case any of them moved into a lumbering sprint.

Hopefully, they wouldn't be able to in their state, but it was never bad to be safe here.

[Assistant]
Fleuri Jodeau

Granted a brief reprieve from battle by the orcs' disorganization and the trolls' singleminded charge forward, Fleuri raised his visor to better scan the battlefield. He still could not spot the form of the Knight-Captain, however, and he could not afford to stand around doing nothing; he had to act. What would the Knight-Captain desire that he do in this situation?

She'd want me to not worry about her, and with the townspeople still safely behind the walls, she'd want me to aid my brothers and sisters, he silently concluded, just as he spotted Klaus battling a troll some distance away. She had maimed it quite handily, but it was still going, oblivious to what ought to be both unbearable pain and serious bodily distress. As you would command, Captain, he thought as he lowered his visor and tightened his grip on his zweihander.

"For Reon!" shouted Fleuri as he charged. Without his horse it took more time to close the distance, but he was deceptively fleet of foot even fully armored. The scarlet garbed knight rushed in from behind, swinging his sword horizontally into the back of one of the troll's knees. He preferred to strike killing blows as quickly as possible, but with the troll's great stature and hunched posture, there wasn't any place where he could decisively cut it down from behind, not without more strength than he could muster. And with the damage Klaus had already inflicted to the beast's arm, a grievous enough leg injury would leave it more or less immobile, and by extension, vulnerable to a killing blow.

"Klaus, finish it off!" he shouted to his sister-in-arms.

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The troll under assault by the combined efforts of the enormous wolf and his mistress toppled backwards, its great head hitting the ground with a wet thump as dark red blood spewed onto the grass. Beheading a troll was hardly a common feat, to say the least, and some of the defenders on the town walls looked on in awe. This truly was the work of the Iron Rose Knights. The Order of Justice that destroyed the wicked and protected the innocent.

Indeed, now three of the trolls were dead(though one was possibly simply unconscious), and another had fallen, vulnerable to a lethal blow. The orcish forces were failing, but they did not yet seem ready to retreat. And still there stood six trolls on their feet. One troll swatted an unlucky knight to the ground, baring down on him. Even his armor wouldn't protect him from a direct blow, and he couldn't feel his left leg...!

Fanilly ducked under a swipe from the troll's clawed hand. It bellowed, perhaps in frustration. The blonde girl was well aware her weapons were not the best suited to killing a troll on her own. But she knew of weaker points across their bodies, places where their natural armor was thinner. Under the arms. The back of the legs. If she could hamstring the beast, too, its neck would be within striking distance! Another swipe nearly took her off her feet, but she jabbed its hand between two fingers. It snarled in pain, but soon was distracted when a hail of icy weapons struck it.

"Ah?! Sir Tiral?!"

The mage knight had come to her aid! The troll, along with the first of its kin that had been drawn by the arrows and magic bombarding the creatures, began to lumber away... though it was considerably slower, as if reluctant to leave its current foe. From this angle, however, Fanilly could strike its heel and bring it to the ground!

And yet...

Tiral would absolutely see it. And as a mage, he would have some inkling of what it was. There was what almost seemed like a spark of purple light from a distant treeline, and suddenly a rush of light and sound as something tore right towards the captain and the troll. Only ceasing his bombardment and trying to create some kind of barrier could possibly intervene...!

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Klaus
Klaus gave no time to waste, as she knew the anatomy of trolls well enough. No matter how durable they are, the heart, if stabbed, will let them lose consciousness. Just like the training this morning, Sir Fleuri has carved up another opportunity for her. And she wouldn't let it go away, not this time.

Klaus, with her one hand grip on the edge of the handle, thrusted her left hand towards the troll, making a slight twist as the tip sinks into the troll's heart. Her 'Piercing Moon' style was that same familiar technique that is used on various occasions, and she only uses that when she was certain she could kill her enemy.

Withdrawing her blade from the foul coloured corpse, Klaus sliced the body into pieces to lighten the falling weight of the troll's body. After all, an attack must have a beginning and an end. Despite thinking that way, she didn't bother shaking the blood off the blade. With her blade's fuller still thick with troll's blood, she galloped her horse towards another troll. She splashed the blood at the troll's eyes by making one rough swing of her sword, pulling the rein just ahead of the blinded troll's reach to observe what that thing would do next.

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"Good, good! Don't let up!" Tiral shouted out as he watched the trolls slowly attempt to refocus their attention on the rearguard. While one was already slowly moving at the ground, the other seemed to just be torn between staying or going—ironic enough, given how they were probably too dull-witted at the moment to think beyond 'swing weapon at object in front of self'. This, of course, gave the archers and other magicians more than enough room to casually fire away. As Tiral continued to survey the battlefield from atop his horse, though, the slight glint of unnatural purple light caused him to freeze up. It took only a moment to estimate where it was headed, and his face immediately tensed up as he leaped off of his horse and pointed his dagger out at it.

"Position... Target... Gods be damned, I think I'll have to try this one," he swore under his breath before beginning to chant as fast as he could under his breath. As soon as it was complete, the mage shot out a small bolt of ice at his target, and not a moment too soon; just as the magical projectile could've gone through the Captain, the bolt of ice managed to collide with it. In that instant, the ice seemed to deform and curve, redirecting the magical attack towards the troll instead. Left in its wake, of course, was what looked to be a flower made from ice.

"...Huh. Irregular magical composition combined wi—oh, whatever, that's not important now. Men, keep firing! Focus on our initial target! I'll handle the one near the Captain!" he shouted, getting back on his horse before resuming his earlier tactic.

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— Brennan —

Indrau wheeled his horse around, away from the destruction he had caused to that flank. The residual heat from the blast would make that area difficult to cross for some time. Out of the corner of his eye he caught a streak of light that was deflected with just an instant to spare.

He urged his mount into action, galloping towards the treeline. He drew his blade once he was far enough away from friendly knights to avoid disrupting their magic. Indrau didn't know who else might be able to break away from the fight. Most of the other knights appeared to currently be bogged down in the melee, including his own lancers.

— Brennan —

It only took a moment to catch her breath and pick up a fallen orc weapon. When the first enemy moved towards her she drove the point of the weapon through its armor hard enough to snap it off at the hilt and throw the orc into those behind it. Salz snarled what was undoubtedly a expletive in her native tongue and dropped the useless handgrip.

She found something more suitable on the ground, a crude looking club. With it she began to batter her way towards where the knights seemed to be concentrated most heavily.

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Sir Tyaethe Radistirin

Eyeing the battlefield, things were mostly going to plan--the orcs backed away from the bloodstained lunatic that had carved a troll apart with all the finesse the brutes themselves liked to display. The captain was under attack but any magical threats were being countered by their own magic users. The trouble, such as it was, lay in their reserves having already rushed in--so this would have to be the entirety of the enemy force. That, and a knight in perilous danger...

There wasn't time to think about it, but there was time to move, to run through the battlefield and intercept--the easiest choice, and safest; block this troll like the one that she had before. Only, she didn't--moving as fast as possible at the troll, the paladin didn't consider breaking, meeting the unstable creature's swing with the full force of her body and causing it to overbalance, unable to feel the force and appropriately retain its footing. Implausibly, the troll had been knocked onto its rear.

Which put its roaring maw within easy range for a sword to the back of the throat, adding another to the body pile.

"Can you walk?"

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An uneasy whirring sound caught her ears. While the troll's eyesight is still blinded by blood, Klaus looked back to see if everything is okay. A knight in a tight situation, but that is taken care of by another familiar Knight. And a blast of magic aimed against one of the Knights. Since when are there magicians amongst Orcs?

Whipping the rein, Klaus turned her backs from the troll and had her horse sprinting for the woods, the place where the magician seemed to be hiding. The strongest Order of Knights would never lose a battle against Orcs and Trolls. Its a matter of time before they fall, but the 'big fish' must be dealt with before they threaten anyone else...

Entering the treelines, Klaus took note of the noises of the forest while following the trail of Indrau from the back. It wasn't very often that she would face magic users, but she knew that magic needed an incantation, and she must be wary on when it is about to be casted.


[System]
Nickname: T.J.
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Occupation: Teacher's Assistant, Occasional Uber Driver
Sexual orientation: Pansexual

As an academic, T.J. is always learning and experimenting with any piece of knowledge, substance, or new thing he can lay his hands on, He's passionate and driven, true, but also prone to taking large lapses in his studies so as to pin down EXACTLY WHICH Chinese place in town has the best Peanut chicken, or something similar. This, coupled with what is often long nights grading papers, or driving drunk people around, plus experimentation with various drugs, leads him to be a bit of a slob, and often low on energy, though a sudden obsession can always cure that.
Subject/degree taking: Graduate Degree in Cultural Studies with a focus on Legends and Folklore
Allergies/medical: Insomniac, Allergic to Fungi
Things they are easily affected by: Seeing books mishandled or damaged, The possibility of learning or experiencing something new, comfy chairs, dogs.

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"Humans...always being sad."

 Dirka sat cross legged on a bed examining a ring she found in the wall. She could feel the sadness coming from her only friend. Her claws examined the metal with a sad but inquisitive look in her eye. Her antennae drooped low. She sighed. Then she heard the screech of a car. "Huh?"
 She quickly hid the ring in the mattress and shifted through the walls to the old lady. She stuck her head through the floor out of the ceiling. "Did you hear the screech? The tenants are here!" she said with glee and dropped down next to the old woman. She saw the sadness. [color=92278f]"I don't see another way for you to keep the house, but I will try to assist and keep the others from going overkill if I can. And should the human welplings be any trouble, I'll keep them in line if necessary. Would that please you?"

[Assistant]
"Keep them in line," Ravus said, his tone a low grumble, "humans love having their wills challenged." He cast a look about the space, the energies were a mix bag of anticipation, doused in excitement. What was the big deal? Nothing special happening, except now their space was about to get a major invasion. There went his quiet solitude.

He leaned back in the chair, swept his feet up and over the table, well, at least things would get a little interesting right? He flicked the end of the cigarette on the glass ash tray, cracked and dusted on the table.

Marie had a weight literally cloying around her shoulders. A dense fog of guilt and sadness that followed her motions like shadows. He wouldn't manipulate her essence, she didn't like it and he wasn't about to listen to her ramble on about boundaries again.

"Or, you could just kick 'em out." That was all he'd say on the matter. He rested the end of the cigarette between his lips and crossed his arms, what else was he to do? This was every damn day and night, blurring together into an endless stream. He "haunted" the kitchen, the central space was usually calm. Also, he fell into the routine of watching the old woman cook, mess with herbs, listen to her whenever she spoke up.

Maybe something slightly good could come from this, the humans were literally the only thing connected to the outside world. Getting that much from them, not a bad deal. He sighed. Blinked away the sight so his vision cleared of the subtle shades of auras. The humans would bring their own as well, that crazy amount of energy he wasn't about to endure.

The real question remained. Did he honestly care if they perceived him?

He didn't mind if the old lady did so... Why start now? However, he wasn't gonna welcome them either. If they didn't like it, tough shit.

Is there a post order? Or does anyone just post when they can?

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Marie

Marie glanced over at Dirka, a soft smile on her lips at the demons kindness.
"Thank you sweetie, I'd appreciate that."
She gazed around at the dusty surroundings and then down to the limp feather duster in her hand, "I should have started this hours ago" she mumbled under her breath. Sighing she began dusting again, watching Ravus out of the corner of her eye as she did. She didn't bother responding to his earlier comments, he knew why she couldn't kick them out, he knew she needed the money. She also knew that he wouldn't like the new tenants; after all they were students, they were loud and he wasn't fond of loud, nevertheless she had faith that he wouldn't cause too much commotion. It wasn't him she was worried about.
As fast as she could she dusted around the kitchen, glancing at the herbs on the shelves, noting inwardly that they needed to be removed as soon as possible. Although she knew her last efforts of cleaning were basically pointless, she still carried on, trying with strained effort against the aches in her back to make the surrounding area look in some from presentable.

there's no order, just post whenever you can x

[Assistant]
Timothy-James Macburl stepped out of his car and looked around, hoping that nobody was around to notice the screeching tires and skid marks that he'd made attempting to escape his responsibilities. Walking around to the trunk he reflected on the night he'd had. What was supposed to be a basic meeting with Professor Stein had turned into an all-night discussion on the plausibility of King Arthur having been a Roman, followed by a last-minute packing frenzy, all fueled by Pizza and Coffee.

T.J. threw his duffel bags over his shoulder and surveyed his new house-share, taking a deep breath but making sure not to relax too much, he'd hate to collapse on the steps of his new place on the first day!

As he opened the gate and stepped onto the path T.J. felt something stir. He couldn't define what had stirred, he couldn't even really describe what it was he'd felt, but he had felt it. However, lacking anything in his surroundings looking out of the ordinary from what he could see, T.J. shook himself and looked at his watch, 6:30am, (a little early but that shouldn't be too much of a problem) continued to the door and, somehow managing basic arm movement around the three duffels thrown over his shoulders, he knocked.

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Droplets spotted the windshield. Freya winced when the wipers squeaked in protest. The sun was still shining despite the drizzle, a witch is getting married. At least, gran used to say. Shaking her head she parked the yellow buggie along the side of the house. In the trunk, she pulled out the luggage case and messenger. Well, this was it huh?

The house was perfectly adorable with plenty of traditional charm. She loved how close it was to campus too. Whilst approaching the house, she couldn't help marvel at the ivy arching up the sides, and the bevy of wildflowers and greenery claiming dominance throughout. Nature reclaiming its land, and yet it complimented the old house. She took the steps and hesitated, someone else was here. Another tenant.

"'Morning." She said, offered a small smile and then she checked her cell. Was she too early? She slipped the phone away and bit her lip. The air was chillier around here. She rubbed her arm, even with the field jacket, an odd chill seaped through. Or was it just her?

[Assistant]
After the knock T.J. noticed another car pull up behind his, a small, bright yellow bubble-y thing. The driver seemed awfully interested in the weather, which suddenly caused T.J. to notice it himself, a light drizzle had begun to wet his hair despite the sun warming the back of his neck. An omen of interest if the stories had anything to say about it, but they were just stories, right?

T.J. watched out of the corner of his eye as the young lady acquired her things and walked up towards the step next to him. He pretended to be fascinated by the landscape, the pattern on the door, and the ground so as to avoid an awkward confrontation. It wasn't until after she'd reached him that it even occurred to him to offer her assistance, oh well, her bags didn't look THAT heavy anyway.

"Morning, T.J. Macburl" he replied mustering all the energy he could in his rather dilapidated state, and sticking his hand out at the redheaded woman who had suddenly appeared at his side. Offering a return smile as he did so, T.J. looked her up and down, she didn't seem as if she'd be too much trouble to live with, though to be fair he supposed that looks could be deceiving.

[User] "Freya." She met him halfway and shook his hand. Then adjusted the strap over her shoulder. Was anyone home? She diverted her gaze to the door, "Um, have you been waiting long?" She hooked her thumb toward the door, maybe they were too early and the landlady was asleep? Should have called earlier .

[Assistant]
Marie

Marie jumped at the knock on the door. Turning in a circle she decided to place her duster on the table. Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves and running a slightly shaking hand through her hair and gazed upon the kitchen once more; it was fairly clean from her frantic dusting but she open the back window to air out the room just in case. As she opened the window she noticed the drizzled that had began to fall, she watched as it caught the sunlight and as she did a genuine smile curled at her lips. Rain like this had always been magical to her.
Snapping out of her trance, she turned her attention to the hall, or rather, what lay after it. The front door.
Quickly she walked towards it, wishing she'd hovered the carpet in the hall as tiny dust clouds appeared where she stepped. Pausing a moment before she opened the latch, she spoke in a firm voice to no one in particular, "Right You lot! I know this isn't idea for some of you! But this is how its going to be from now on and you're just going to have to deal with it. No funny business now.". Taking another breath in to calm herself she opened the latch.
Outside in the dizzle she saw a young man and lady bringing up luggage to the front step; she forced a large smile into her face, hoping her eyes didn't show her real emotions. "WELCOME!WELCOME! Come inside out of the drizzle sweeties! Id help you with your bags but my back is acting up again, you see".

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Living with humans just might be a helluva pain. But she needed the money. Ravus got that much. He snorted at her quip, what, did she think he'd screw up this thing she got going for her? Now, he couldn't speak for the others, what they did, was their problem. "We'll see." He flicked ashes on the tray, exhaled smoke into the airs. Wait 'till the humans getta load of this, what would their reactions be like? Too late to back out now.

Freya felt her cheeks burn at the sight of the landlady, no wonder she'd taken a while to reach the door. "Ah, no, it's OK. I got this."

 She pulled the case by the handle and rolled it passed the threshold. The air in here tickled her nose, she ducked into her sleeve just as a sneeze came. She should've taken her allergy meds. Maybe the room would be clearer. She glanced back, left her luggage beside the couch, "Can I get some water?" She fished out the meds from the bag. She held her sleeved hand to her nose or she'd end up in a sneezing fit.

[Assistant]
@Beeve

 Dirka helped clean as much as she could, and started making tea but fast enough were no one would notice her. She let a few cups of it steep on the table. Then she watched through the window at the humans. I wonder which one will get my room she thought. Then she heard Marie's shout and the door open.
 Dirka made herself scarce from the human eye then glared at the lounging demon. "Oh, come off your high-horse and quit being an arse. It's not good for you to aggravate Marie." She said kicking him out of the chair. "Now are you going to go hide and mope like usual or are you going to make my morning more bothersome?"

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Marie

"Allergies?"Marie queried, her smile faltering for a second.She really hoped it was allergies to pollen and not dust; if it was dust then she'd be in deep trouble. Hopefully the amount of cleaning she'd done so far would be enough. If not she'd have to ask Dirka for help and open the back door and windows around the house.

[Assistant] "No, actually I had just pulled up when..." T.J. trailed off and put on a weak smile as the landlady opened the door and graciously welcomed them into the house. Stepping inside the large building with his bags over his shoulder, T.J. placed them down immediately inside. While the others conversed, T.J. looked the place up and down, it was well decorated, a bit old, and there was some dust doing its utmost to stay hidden from sight. Perfection. His eyes drifted and he could swear he heard something clinking around in the kitchen, but he could see nothing but a couple of tea cups on the table from where he stood.


[System]
Appearance
Age: 15

Personality: Most people would describe Ant as... a source of irritation. He will speak his mind, and often, it's probably not going to please somebody. Ant has a habit of leaving nasty first impressions, being particularly combative, strong-minded, and prone to acting on emotion. However, despite his off-putting demeanor, you would be hard-pressed to find a more adamant and strong-willed individual. When Ant puts his mind to something, he will follow it steadfast; whether it is wrong or right. In addition, once people get to know him (if they can will themselves), they will find that this volatile outer exterior is more of a shell to protect a much more empathetic interior. What motivates his statements, what others typically see as being rude and blunt, are his ways of trying to encourage others for the better. Ant's philosophy is that if everyone else is too polite to say what needs to be said, or do what needs to be done, he won't hesitate to be the first.

Background / Notable Deaths: Both of Ant's parents were part of a FrameWerk unit placed on the front lines against the initial discovery of the Cruxi... as such, they were among the first to go. Being orphaned at a young age and without many answers, he would find solitude in fighting his peers. Letting out his anger physically was a great source of protection for himself; not so much physically, as he was a pretty poor fist-to-fist fighter. Rather, Ant took a great deal of pleasure in pain, so much as to seek it out, providing him a false barrier for his emotions. He only had one friend that understood him, a younger girl named Ariadne, whom he met after inadvertently saving her from a group of boys bullying her (Ant just wanted a fight... he didn't even notice the girl they had cornered). Like Ant, she was also parent-less. This helped them share a common bond. For years their friendship grew stronger, and Ariadne helped Ant see the better side of people... until the two of them were cornered by a group of thugs, mugged under the assumption that they had anything of value; leaving Ariadne for dead. This only served to completely reverse any good will Ariadne left on Ant, leaving him the angry and pessimistic character that he still is today. A solid year of looking for fights, day in and day out, left him completely battered, to a point where he himself was left for near death in an alleyway... it seemed that was what he was looking for. But scientists working with the FrameWerk, seeking him out due to his parent's history as solid fighters, found Ant just in time... and had different plans for the destitute boy.

Motive to live: To prove his worth, and to protect "the few good" such as Ariadne from whomever he deems unfit to survive; Cruxi or otherwise.

Framewerk Code Name: Perry
Appearance.

Signature Weapon System: The name of the game is shock and awe. Perry has no capabilities whatsoever in terms of CQC. However, he is equipped with two dual "pistols" of sorts, which fire detonative rounds that cause wide-spread, highly explosive damage. They sound quite effective. In actuality, they are middling in actual effect. They are not accurate by any means, even at medium range (which is where Perry tends to be most effective for his purposes), and can even cause damage to his allies if they're close enough. Furthermore, the actual damage they enact is more emphasized on being slowly corrosive, causing damage over time. They benefit mostly from their fire rate to make up for the lack of accuracy, and consistency of damage. Enemies are further encouraged to attack Perry as, if left unchecked for an extended period, the damage Perry can leave to a large group of enemies is significant (emphasis on being over a long stretch of time).

The point of Perry is diversion and strategic breaks. Being one of the flashiest models (and at the same time flimsiest), both in terms of appearance and combat style, Perry is very capable at swiftly splitting massive hordes of enemies, essentially bringing bite sized platters for his more capable allies to handle in more manageable pieces; affectionately referred to by Ant as "The Reel". This is another detrimental aspect that makes Perry a potential threat for allies... get on Ant's bad side, and you may find yourself in a predicament where he uses the Reel to make things a little more "interesting" as opposed to helpful.

Secondary Weapon System: In addition to diversion, Perry is equipped with a strategic mine kit. These mines, having varying capabilities depending on the mission, are not effective during combat, as they are slow to set up and place. However, they can prove especially crucial in the preparation of combat when in situations where given time to defend. This adds to Perry's primary focus on being a defense mech, as opposed to being offense oriented.

Flight-Capability/Thrusters: In coordinance with Perry's primary duty of diversion, in addition to a lack of much offense or defense, the FrameWerk's combat speed and agility is unmatched. Seeing as even the slightest contact would lead to critical damage for Perry, maneuverability was made a top priority, with thrusters strategically placed so as to allow Perry to swiftly change and burst into new directions in a flash. However, this is only designed for combat, quick burst situations. As such, Perry is definitely average at best in terms of more "casual", long term flight capabilities.

Special Ability: ?

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Ian's smile dropped the instant he heard the name, taking an step back instinctively from Utau as he tried to hold back the flood of memories that the name brought with it. Sadly, it was for not, and one memory in particular pained him more than any other.

- Militant Cruiser, Turok sector, Outer Rim, 1 month ago-

Ian was sitting in a chair overlooking the empty void, trying his best to tune out his sister and her incessant need to sing along to every song by her favorite Idol, Utatu or whatever she was called. It wasn't that he disliked the music, it was decent enough, he just hated having to hear it a million times on a daily basis. If he heard that goddamn chorus from Kibou to Negai one more time, he'd through her music player out the air lock.

"Couldn't you at least use your headphones? Not everypne wants to listen to that stuff 24/7, you know."

Angela Blackwood, his foster sister and best friend, responded in the only way befitting the daughter of a highly decorated, high ranking officer, by sticking her tongue out at him. She had her hair cut and stlyed so that it resembled that of her Idol, even going so far as to dye her naturally black hair purple as well, though she'd had enough restrain to limit it to only the tips of her hair. So far gone was her obssession, she'd even went through a procedure to change the color of one eye to be the same as UTAU, making it a bright-ish purple instead of her normal light grey. "If you don't like it, you can go somewhere else, Ian, this is the closest thing we've ever had to a vacation, so I'm going to enjoy it as much as I want to, as loud as I want to." With that said, she turned her music up and gave Ian a familiarly mischievous smile that he couldn't help but return, having some fun despite his sister being her usual annoying self.

"I'll do just that, so later Lil' Sis, and have fun listening to your music . . . with out your phone!" Quick as a flash, Ian was down the halls of the ship with his sister's phone before she could comprehend what had happened. Ian couldn't help chuckling when he heard her cry of outrage, happy with the knowledge that she was too much of a lazy lump to get it back, plus she had another one anyway, so it really wasn't that much of a problem.

A couple hours later, Ian was near the lower decks of the ship, listening to some of his guilty pleasure UTAU favorites, like Kono Haato Tomaranai when he heard an alarm rung throughout the ship, the one for Cruxi attacks. His last thought before hearing those alarms, however, had been simple. I wonder how this UTAU chick is in real life.

Flashback End

That was the last time he had ever spoken to his sister, and the thought of it had been more than enough to cause tears to flow unbidden to his eyes. He came out of his mind when Sugma had left, coming to with a shock before he reached up to feel the wetness on his face, surprised to find tears before he went to wipe his eyes dry, an hollow chuckle escaping hus lips as he did so. "I'm sorry, it's just . . . my sister is, or was, a really big fan of yours. She played Kibou to Negai so many times I could probably recite it you by heart." That was a lie, he could recite it perfectly forwards, backwards, even sideways. He still had his sisters purple music player, had it in his pocket at this very moment. The day after the incident he's locked himself in his room for hours, staring at a spot on the wall while listening to his sister's playlist over and over again. He'd listen to them so much he could recite them all, though if he ever triednhe'd breakdown into an unintelligible mess of sorrow before he got through the second chorus. This is why you never look back. A voice he remembered and despised whispered to him, The only thing that comes from remembering tragedy is more pain.

"I'm sorry, but I think I'll . . . I'll just leave you to yoyr business." Ian walked away from the violet haired Idol so fast he was almost running, heading into the boy's bathroom, locking himself in a stall and just taking a second to compose himself. In a few minutes he'd walk out feeling as chipper as ever, but right now, he just needed to center himself in the present, lest he lose himself in his past.

[Assistant]
After hearing what both Antwon and Ian had to say, and finishing their meal, Korie sighed a bit to themselves and thinking a bit over what they had said. Before smiling towards Takeo and giving him a small wave. Unlike their normal smile, this one seemed genuine as they stood up and approached the vending machine once again, this time getting two more coffees with their card.

Approaching Antwon normally, they place one can in front of them and smiled softly. "I apologize for that, I was out of line… and you're right, I don't have any real answers," looking up, they smiled a bit more, trying to give off warmer feeling.

"If you feel like hitting me for what I said, then I understand. My advice was crude, and I know when I'm in the wrong, just know that we will have to get along since we will be on the same team."

Exiting the room with the extra can of coffee, but not before waving goodbye to Takeo and Antwon, Korie made their way to the restroom specially made for them due to their specific request. On the way there, they paused and watched as Ian went into the bathroom with a wet face. Sighing, Korie just waited until finally they came back out with their usual chipper attitude.

"Oh, Ian, I almost forgot, this one is for you. You will need something to wash down the taste of kissing a boy out of your mouth," spoke Korie as they shoved another can of coffee into their hand. Giving Ian a small smile, Korie punched Ian on the arm softly before heading towards their own special bathroom. "Sorry for earlier. Now, if you'll excuse me, I must use the little girl's room," they said as they entered the strange room that was undoubtedly a bathroom made specifically for them… which also had a sign that was equally confusing with a pear being strangled by a tentacle.

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Iskander was introspective throughout most of the meet and greet. Seeing the others in the project he was a part of was almost surreal to him. This felt like deja vu. More child soldiers, another unwinnable war. He could have sworn that he was back in the Lemurian compound on Hyperborea , for how familiar this felt. He was a warrior, once again. Had he ever stopped being a warrior? The Hyperborean government had tried to force him to unlearn his training, but they couldn't undo what he had done. They couldn't take away the years spent training with sword and rifle. They couldn't take away the lives he took to dull him to killing. So, he supposed he was always a warrior. It was just now that he once again had a war.

He looked at his peers curiously. Offworlders, how strange they were, doing such odd things like kissing each other. Iskander had never kissed anyone; the path of a warrior left no time for that sort of thing. Iskander had only ever seen an Offworlder for the first time as a part of the Framewerk project, and now he was rubbing elbows with them constantly. Though he would be going to other worlds very often from here on out, he supposed. It excited him sometimes, traveling through the ether, sailing among the stars like Zurra, the Destroyer of Mu.

The others seemed to have some degree of training to a few of them, as far as Iskander could tell. Were they trained to fight the hordes of the Chaos Lord, as Iskander had done in recent months, or were they trained to kill men, like Iskander was at first? Iskander reminded himself to call the enemy "Cruxi," as the Hyperboreans had told him, even though his elders had identified them as the forces of Angsaar. Though the more Iskander learned about life outside of Hyperborea, the more he felt like his elders had been right. They had divined his fate to be that of a warrior. The Hyperborean therapists had told him he could be whatever he wanted. And here he was, still a warrior.

Iskander stayed to the side, still deep in thought, as he stared at the others complacently. An idle habit, his fingers wound their way through his long, silver braid, and his emerald eyes glimmered like distant nebulae.

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Approaching Antwon normally, they place one can in front of them and smiled softly. "I apologize for that, I was out of line… and you're right, I don't have any real answers," looking up, they smiled a bit more, trying to give off warmer feeling.

"If you feel like hitting me for what I said, then I understand. My advice was crude, and I know when I'm in the wrong, just know that we will have to get along since we will be on the same team."

Antwon, still hanging upside down like a koala, still peeved, didn't bother to look in Korie's direction; but he did snatch the coffee from her hand. He waited for her... him... he didn't know what to make of the situation, to leave. No, actually. We certainly don't have to get along, Antwon thought, his emotions having gotten the better of him. There was no team, yet, as far as he was concerned. The lot of them would have to at least make it through one battle (an actual battle, mind you, not a simulation) and actually survive to be considered such, as far as Ant was concerned. And even then, they were not a team by choice. In any case, Korie certainly didn't leave a good first impression on Antwon, and it would take more than a lukewarm cup of coffee to convince him that they were of any value in character; most certainly after such a brazen, personal, below-the-belt assault.

Antwon, upside down, noticed Zan in particular, who was off in his own far corner, doing some physical training of sorts. Ant couldn't help but admire someone who was as visibly dedicated, seemingly far more aware of how best to use his time compared with the rest of his peers, who were either skulking about just like Ant, or playing games. Zan's behavior made a particular impression on him. From Ant's ledge, he started doing some curls of his own, attempting to emulate Zan's training regimen.


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Age: 14
Gender: Male

Appearance: (Description or picture allowed): Red Hair, wears a hat. Has a light color T-Shirt with a Red vest over it. Always wears Jeans and Sneakers when out. Starts Wearing Fingerless gloves after his time in the 12th Gunpla Battle Tournament. Average height for his age, so he'd be shorter than those who are older than him.

Nationality: United States of America

Backstory: Born in the West coast of America, Alex Taylor had been a fan of Gundam since he had watched his first Gundam Series, Gundam SEED. When he was 9, after watching the 7th Gunpla Battle Tournament on TV, he had wanted to become a Gunpla Fighter and Builder, but had no idea what his first model will be. However, the next year, he had lost his Mother and Father in an accident, just days after obtaining his first model kit, an AGE-1 Normal Gundam from the series Gundam AGE. He was then cared for by a family that was friends with his parents, the same family that has his closest friend (and possible Girlfriend) Jo. By his 14th birthday, without proper tools, he was able to finish constructing his own custom unit from his kit he had received from his parents, the Star AGE Gundam. Despite not being well put together like other builders, he was able to take that unit all the way to victory in the 12th Gunpla Battle Tournament. His victory my be in due to a little help from his unique 6th sense he had developed after his first ever Gunpla Battle. Though victorious in the tournament, due to many close battles, he felt that he had still much to learn, and wouldn't be well known due to the exploits of other builders and fighters like the famous Meiji Kawaguchi and Sei Iori (who weren't at the tournament (based off what i know so far) ). He accepted an inventation to Yajima Tradings summer program at Neilsen Labs hoping to learn how to become both a better builder and better fighter, and to meet many other builders and become friends and rivals, taking the Star AGE Gundam with him. He'll often write home about his time there to his friend/girlfriend (He hasn't say yet).

Other information: Seeing the modified GAT-X105 Strike Gundam custom, Sei Iori's Build Strike Gundam, Alex feels any basic unit can have a strong potential if piloted and built right, hence why he pilots a custom AGE-1 Normal. He has a soft weak spot for pretty girls, but he doesn't let this get over him if he's battling them in Gunpla Battle. Also he states that his favorite female character in the gundam series is Lacus Clyne from Gundam SEED.

Main Gunpla: St/AGE-1 Star AGE Gundam. Can add on equipment to become the St/AGE-1FGA Star AGE Gundam: Full Glansa Assault

Scale: 1/144 HG + Scratch

Based from: AGE-1 Normal and AGE-1G Glansa

Equipment and Weapons:

Star AGE Gundam: DODS Rifle, 2x Beam Sabers, Anti-Beam Shield, Forward Swept Wing flight pack, "Starlight" Program.

Star AGE Gundam Full Glansa Assault: Twin Shield Rifles, DODS Rifle, Beam Rifle Ax, 2x Beam Sabers, Twin Glansa Launchers, Twin High Impulse Cannons, 6 Glansa Armor missile pods, Twin 3 missile pod launchers, Glansa Armor (can detach to form standard Star AGE Gundam), "Starlight" Program.

If you have a picture, feel free to post it up.

St/AGE-1 Star AGE Gundam

St/AGE-1FGA Star AGE Gundam: Full Glansa Assault

Other Gunpla: RX-79T [G] Terra Gundam Ground Type, New model planned later in RP

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Rou put the finishing touches on his basic Brave. It was sturdy and well built, but far beyond being completed. He unpacked a Master Grade sized box of spare and scrap parts and began digging through it, placing any thing of interest aside.

He grabbed his model putty and began to sculp some excess runner pieces to the Brave's head, extending the "ears" by another inch. He snapped the Drake Howling Rifle into two pieces and attached small pieces to the underside, as well as small binders that connected to the back of the Brave.

"I wonder how Alex is doing in his battle." Rou thought to himself. He set aside his project and walked back to the battle room to try and find Alex. On his way he passed a very disgruntled Vince, who stormed by with out a word. Rou couldn't help by smile. He arrived in the battle room to find Alex's battle nearing an end.

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Alex doesn't waist a second and charges towards the Byarlant Kai. Grand opens up again with all his projectile weapons, but the AGE is moving at a much higher rate of speed and agility, easily dodging all the shots.

Satsuki thinks to himself: "That light! Those moves! Now I'm sure about it… this is the Unit! The champion of the 12th Gunpla Battle Tournament."

As Alex was fast approaching, Grand switches his weapon from his Cannons to his Beam Saber. Before impact, Alex flips upside down, detaches the flight pack, flips back over and jumps in the air off it while the pack continued to charge towards the Byarlant Kai. Grand slashes the pack and destroys it, but that then leaves him wide open above, which Alex exploits, charging down with a drawn Beam Saber. Unlike the AGE's standard pink like color it usually had, the blade turns into a sky blue color, same as the AGE systems lights. He slashes down, but the Byarlant counters it. Sparks fly off both units sabers.

Grand was dumbstruck by this and a little afraid as he ask: "What the heck are you?! Some sort of monster?!"

Alex answers his question with: "Who I am is Alex Taylor, even if I'm a Gunpla Fighter or a champion, above and beyond that, I am still Alex. That's how I want to be remembered!" The same kind of thing that his favorite female Gundam character, Lacus Clyne said.

Just then, the Star AGE Gundam's beam saber starts to slowly cut through the Byarlant Kai's beam saber. Alex draws out his 2nd saber and slashes down, breaking through his opponents saber, and with that, gives two quick slashes through the Byarlant Kai.

Grand was totally white in shock as he cries out: "NOOO! NOT MY BYARLANT KAI!!"

A split second after his cry, his unit splits into four pieces and explodes.

The system announces: "BATTLE ENDED!"

The Star AGE Gundam hovers victorious before the particles disappear and the Gunpla falls onto the surfaces of the battle system.

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Alex strikes a victory pose for his victory: "And that's how it's done!"

Grand had his face on the system crying a river: "I worked so hard on that model!"

Alex calls out to him from across the system: "I could tell. It was really well made and made for a great opponent. I had a lot of fun today Grand. Let's have another battle sometime soon."

Grand rises up after grabing his Byarlant Kai's parts: "I promise next time I'll make a better model and defeat you!" After that he storms out.

Alex: "Geez, I said it was a great fight. He didn't have to run out like that." Alex then crouches down to his model's height looking at it and says: "Well partner, we did it again. Nice work out there."

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Rou ran up and clapped Alex on the shoulder, giving him a thumbs up. "Nice job man. You've got a lot of skill for someone your age." He said while watching a grown man cry and run away. Rou winked. "But you know, once I'm done fixing up my Brave it won't be so easy."

Rou looked around the room as people began finishing their duels. The academy was chock full of strong people, all wanting to show what they were made of. DAI-BALL-OH! was going to change the face of Gunpla this summer, Rou knew it.

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Alex turns to Rou: "Thanks Rou. I've had some experience."

Satsuki walks up to the duo to talk to Alex: "Very impressive experience. Fitting for the 12th Gunpla Battle Tournament champion."

Alex twitches a bit when he revealed his secret and thought: "Oh boy..."

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"Well, that was anti-climatic" Alexis said to Dani, not really having moved from the Battle System they fought at to watch Alex's fight. "I was hoping for a better show of actual skill, not 'pop burst mode and over power the opponent'." She shrugged "Oh well, that staff member had it coming, I could tell from here he wasn't treating his opponent as a potential equal." Alexis turned and started down the steps.

"I'm going to go fix up the Strike Freedom, and look over my Exia a bit, make sure both are ready for the next sorte." she said as she headed for the workshop.

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"Champ or not, you still have another thing coming." Rou chortled. "Dont let it all go to your head now, one cocky opponent doesn't mean you've won the academy over."

He turned and headed back to the room, already mulling over designs for his Brave and future Ball modules.

[Assistant] Before Rou leaves, Alex calls out to him: "Now wait Rou! I don't care if I had won or lost to him. I didn't come here to just show off. I don't think I am better than anyone or say that I am better than everyone. I don't want special treatment just because I won the tournament." Alex pauses for a bit before continuing: "After my time in the tournament I learned that there's still so much more to Gunpla that i needed to learn. It became obvious after each close fight. That's why I'm here at Neilsen Labs, to learn to become a better Gundam Build Fighter, no matter how hard it'll be."

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Rou didn't turn around as he spoke.

"Its good that you know that, we have our similarities. I saw some funky guy with a Ball cosplay outfit, watch out for him. With the display that Grand just gave, everyone here is gonna be itching to get a chance with you."

Rou turned his head.

"That includes me." He said before winking and sticking his tongue out.

[Assistant]
Alex was quite the rest of the time he was in the room. He goes to grab his Gunpla on the system and walks out saying to himself: "... maybe I shouldn't have won the tournament..."

Hours had passed since the battles in the Battle room. Though throughout dinner time, Alex wasn't present. Where he was the time was at the nearby lake Shizukesa. He was sitting on the ground looking out to the water. He had sit his Star AGE Gundam next to him, looking out at the water too. Alex looks at his model at one point and says to it: "Guess its never easy living with a title to your name, especially if it treats you like you're someone you feel you aren't."

As he watches on at the lake, he starts getting flashbacks to that faithful final battle at the 12th Gunpla Battle Tournament. His opponent, Astral, who both made a promise to fight in the finals, and his Gunpla, the Shadow Reborns, fighting against his Star AGE Gundam after it had ejected its Glansa Armor and equipment. Both machines were badly damaged and were using their special equipment. He could still hear the calls from his friends as they call his name in worry.

Alex then heard his own voice: "I'm not giving up! Not till the very end!" Then Astral's voice: "That's it! Don't hold back!" The battle had ended when the AGE lost its head and right arm, but Alex claimed the victory when his unit had stabbed Astral's Shadow Reborns in the chest then slashed upwards.

The flash back ended as Alex continued to look on to the lake: "But am i really deserving of the title for champion now that I think of it?"

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Rou didnt hate Alex for being a champion, it just meant that he was an even bigger obstacle than originally thought. By this point he had painted his Brave a silvery gray and fully assembled it. He knew what he wanted to do with it now. He scraped off excess plastic on a custom beam "rapier" he had built and set it aside. From his spare parts box he pulled out a MG scale set of Tactical Arms from the Red Astray Kai kit he scrapped years ago. With a few modifications, they easily fit on the back of the Brave with the arm blades fully extended from behind. Rou sighed, hoping Alex wasn't hurt by the way he came off that afternoon. He stood up and went to search for the kid.

After a short while, Rou found Alex sitting by the lake. He silently walked up to him and leaned against a tree, looking down so that his hat hid his face.

"Listen...I don't give a damn how many championships you've won or how much of a prodigy you can be. I only care about who you are as a person and how you see Gunpla. Show me who you really are by setting that GP Base down and giving it your all. Show EVERYONE."

[Assistant] "Ok, i'll be back in the room some time later, i have something to take care of." Dani said and rolled off to the lobby. She contacted the lobby and head into town to get to a gunpla store. She returned with a few kits and some grab bags of damaged kits, namely a 1/144 00 as the full kit she primarily bought, then decided to poke into the workshop to see if alexis was still working on her gunpla there.

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By the time Dani showed up to check on her, Alexis still had the Strike Freedom tore down to the RG frame, and was jotting down notes. The parts on the table set in order of where they go and looked better then they did before, what with the clear coating and panel lining that the parts where now sporting.

"Hey Dani" Alexis said, having hear something approaching and turned to look. The she spotted the bags, and fakes a gasp "You went shopping with out me, I'm hurt." she said in an equally false manner. "So, whats the haul?" she said, now fully turned toward Dani.

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Alex didn't reply to Rou. Either he didn't hear him or he wasn't paying attention to him. But before Rou could say or do anything else, he hears someone behind him say: "That wouldn't be the best way to talk to him."

It was the instructor Satsuki, who was also carrying a tray with something on it. He comments to Rou while passing him: "Let me go talk to him. He'll likely be back to your room soon."