[System]
Nickname: N/A

Age:
19

Appearance:

Gender: Male

Guild Mark Color: Black

Guild Mark Location: Upper right arm both when human and as a wolf.

Magic: Reequip weapons, switching between axes, swords, lances, and bows. Can apply magic to his weapons as well. (Examples below my form) His beast form is more of a curse than a magical ability. He only tells those he feels that are close enough to him about it. In his beast form, his senses are definitely improved, allowing him to track others based on their scent, see spirits, and hear animals talk amongst another. If it is nighttime or if Inigo is extremely weak or angry, the transformation is forced. For those that can sense magic, his transformation will give off a large spike. He usually moves far away from his fellow guildmates when he feels that he may transform in fear of being rejected by them for becoming a monster.

Likes: Music, Cilia, stars, and Pocky

Dislikes: Seeing others injured and pointless fighting or arguing

Personality: He is a very kind and caring individual that loves being around others. He'd do almost anything for his friends, his loyalty like that of a dog's. He tries to appeal to the ladies as much as possible, so he is known for being flirty and charming. Despite his love for dancing, he actually is very embarrassed when it comes to people wanting to watch him or ask him to dance, usually blushing and becoming a bit flustered when asked. Also, when he's asked about where he runs off to in the late afternoon, he either changes the subject or will simply lie about his whereabouts.

Other: For some unknown reason, Inigo inherited his sister's "shadow", which can give him a large boost in power once possessed at the price of being unable to remember or control his actions until defeated through combat or being reasoned with someone very close to him.

Sol: Envelopes his weapon with light and when he attacks, it recovers some of his magic and partially heals his wounds. He can also use this attack to release waves of light, but if he does, the recovery of health and magic is negated.
Luna: His weapon will be enveloped in darkness and when he strikes the enemy, it halves their defenses. He can even use this every now and then to break through obstacles. However, this has the double-sided blade effect which in this case means he'll become easily tired when Luna is in effect.
Aether: Combination of Sol and Luna, causing his weapon to be enveloped in both light and darkness.
Ignis: Envelopes his body in purplish flames, giving him a boost in strength. Can also be used to blast the opponent with fire.
Ignis: Dark Flames: Releases a a blast of dark-colored flames that scatters like a shotgun round, homing in the target. Depending on the status of the user, this spell either leaves them unharmed or drains them of most of their magic energy, leaving them quite vulnerable to any sort of onslaught of attacks.

First Name: Morgan
Middle Name: N/A
Last Name: Narukami
Nickname: N/A
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Birthday: October 30th
Appearance:
Height: 5'7
Weight: 105
Personality/Bio: Like her brother, Inigo, Morgan is very caring. Although she has no memories of her past except for the few that she managed to remember, such as her parents and being Inigo's brother, she has a very optimistic outlook on life. She's a bit insecure about her amnesia, so she frequently talks to Inigo and has even been caught a few times hitting her head with a tome or into a nearby wall, hoping to jar some memories loose. Whenever nighttime approaches, she leaves with her brother, watching out for him whenever he is in his beast form. She's able to connect with him telepathically, and if a guild member possibly catches them, she either will call him her wolf companion or say that Inigo is a stray dog.
Guild: Fairy Tail
Guild Mark: On her upper left arm and is the color purple
Guild Rank: Member
Likes: Books, being around and talking to her brother about the past, and music
Dislikes: Enemies, forgetting things, and people that make fun of or try to hurt her brother
Magic: Shadow Dragon Slayer
Magic Preference: Shadow Dragon Slayer Magic
Companion: Inigo, since they almost always travel together
Outfit: Found in appearance
Theme Song: The Girl Who Stole A Star - Chrono Cross
Other: Her uncle, Leon, taught her swordplay and how to use the shadows to her advantage. Since Inigo inherited her "shadow", she does not have to worry about being possessed by it.

First Name: Leon
Middle Name: N/A
Last Name: Narukami
Nickname: N/A
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Birthday: February 13th
Appearance:
Height: 6'3
Weight: 120
Personality: Leon is a calm individual who loves his brother and will do whatever it takes to see his family prosper. He fights for Fairy Tail, representing the guild well.
Bio: Leon's death was accidental, for his brother, Michael, had gone berserk after witnessing the death of his wife and had mistook his own kin for an enemy, flattening him under some rubble. Next thing Leon knew, he was resurrected by the same unknown lost magic user that brought back Michael. When the unknown individual told him how he corrupted his brother, Leon granted him a fate worse than death, utilizing his control over illusions to make him wander through an endless nightmare tailored specifically for him. He then returned to Fairy Tail, being quickly re-accepted and dubbed an S-Class mage soon after.
Guild: Fairy Tail
Guild Mark: Black; below his collar bone on the left pectoral muscle.
Guild Rank: S-Class
Likes: His grandchildren Inigo and Morgan, cherry blossoms, and music.
Dislikes: Unnecessary violence and seeing those he cares about in pain.
Magic (MAX 2): Fire Magic and Illusionary Magic
Magic Preference: Illusionary Magic
Companion: N/A
Outfit: Shown in appearance
Theme Song: Stone Tower Temple - TLOZ: Majora's Mask
Other: Leon, in terms of weapons, will wield a sword or a variety of ninja tools. On occasion, he'll spar against his brother's children to not only keep their skills as sharp as their swords, but also to keep Inigo's Shadow in check.

[User]
Aichi smiled as he walked into the guild hall. Seeing everyone again was great and he felt like his last job had taken him forever. Running his hands through his blonde hair and, smiling the whole time, Aichi waved and shouted above the din.
"Hey everyone long time no see!" Aichi greeted some as he made his way toward the bar area and asked for a drink.

[Assistant]
"We have returned!" Nate bursts through the front door of the guildhall in a dramatic fashion. Mitsuki gives him an annoyed glare as she walks past him and goes straight for the nearest empty table. She sits down and stretches out across the table and sighs. Nate plops down on top of the table. "Okay, you've been miss doom and gloom whole train ride. You want to actually tell me what's your problem?"
"You! For one thing!" Mitsuki growled in frustration.
"What did I do?" Nate pretended to be offended even though he knows exactly what she's referring to. "I'm a perfect angel."
"Of destruction maybe!" Mitsuki scoffed. She slammed on the table to sit up and properly glare at him. "How is it you have only two offensive spells and yet you can destroy most of town?"
"Hey you were there, it was mostly the other guy!" Nate shrugged. "Not my fault!" Mitsuki grabbed him by the his oversized coat and pulled him close, "You defaced an entire street and destroyed the commemorative statue in the square in one go! We got no reward for capturing that jerk! You want to lose the apartment here in Magnolia?!"
"Could you not hurt the jacket?" Nate gave off a couldn't care less attitude about the situation and it was driving her nuts. She pulled him closer so he'd look her in the eyes and she spoke to him in a dead serious tone, "I made this for you and I can destroy it if I want to!"

[User]
Dremmick

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 Dremmick turned to see the new, or at least new to him, people come into the guild hall. He's heard their names from time to time, but never met them face to face. The young man who walked in was about Dremmick's height, he assumed, though had a strong build to him. If memory served right, He learned requip magic from his mother. He waved and nodded his head to Aichi as he came in. Couldn't really show a smile since he was constantly bandaged up head to toe save for his right eye showing.

 He then watched as the two others came in, and to be honest, the way they argues reminded him a lot of the Greaves twins, though it seemed these two were more of the physical argument sort. After laughing a little he stood up, thinking now was a good time as ever to introduce himself. He walked over to the two who seemed to either be siblings or lifelong friends first, since the other man went to the bar and it seemed Terra was on her way to talk to him already. He placed his mask back on his head, leaving it tilted so that it was clear of his eye.

 "How's it goin," he started, "I don't believe we have met, my name is Dremmick Valswei."

Terra

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 Terra noticed the first guy walk in and she greeted him along with the others. When she saw that he was going to the bar for a drink she floated over there on her staff so that she didn't have to pass through anyone and landed next to him.

 "No drinks here at the moment. It seems that Drake is taking the day off with his family, and he doesn't like anyone touching the kegs when he's gone," she said with a grin as she went to introduce herself. "I'm Terra, I haven't seen you here before, though I guess that wouldn't be too hard considering I only just joined recently."

[Assistant]
"Ah! Hi!" Mitsuki dropped Nate and he fell backward with a thud onto the table. She gave a sweet smile to Dremmick as she introduced herself, "I'm Mitsuki March! It's always nice to meet new friends!" She glared down at Nate who had rolled over on the table and pulled up his Archive she knew he was searching Dremmick with it. She sighed and gestured in Nate's general direction, "This lump on the table is Nate Xenakis."
"Oh! I thought you sounded familiar! A former member of the Jailers! That's cool! Hmm, medical training. Blood Magic? That's a new one for me. What's that like?" Nate sat up and crossed his legs still on the table. His curious nature started kicking into overdrive, barely stopping for answers. "How long have you been in Fairy Tail? Do you have a secret talent? What's your greatest fear? You come home one day and your room is filled from floor to ceiling with avocados. What do you do?"
"Okay information junkie!" Mitsuki backhanded Nate's arm to keep him from firing off more weird questions. "That's a bit much! Take it down to about a three!" Mitsuki smiled apologetically, "You're free to ignore him. He's just nosey. And…" She paused for a moment, it finally struck her how weird Nate's last question was. She looked at him with confusion, "Why avocados?"
"Why not?" Nate shrugged and laughed.

[User]
Aichi looked to Terra and shrugged. He had seen her around the guild here and there but never really said anything.
"Nice to meet you, Terra. I'm Aichi and I may have joined recently but my mother is pretty well known around here, in fact, I'm pretty sure I could hop the bar and start serving and Drake would probably just keep his clam shut." Aichi said with a grin and a wild sparkle in his eye. Looking backward as the other two who had been behind him were arguing he laughed a little at the sudden stop the two had when the bandaged man walked up to them. "One thing I've loved about being around here since I was a kid. People really are friendly." He said leaning back against the bar and looking around before returning his gaze back to Terra.

[Assistant]
Cecilia would walk into the guildhall, followed closely by Iris. The tall purple dyed haired Cecilia would glance around at who all was in the guildhall. At not seeing Inigo she'd go to sit at a table by herself near the corner.

Iris would stand in the doorway stretching for the moment, letting the sun from outside warm her back before she moved in and over to the bar. Her pink dyed hair swinging into her face. She'd give Terra and the new man a smile in greeting.

[User] Morgan, whom had entered the guild hall alongside Terra, had barely any time to give an answer to her guildmate's question before it was answered on its own. In fact, in what seemed like a very short time span, quite a few faces had popped up into her line of sight. Of course, she recognized fellow members of Fairy Tail when she saw them, for aside from Guild Mark that they shared, their personalities were as eccentric as they could get. Before she could step in and introduce herself to anyone, however, the very recently closed doors of the guild hall burst open once more. Turning towards the door, Morgan freezes, an expression of utter surprise shown on her face. This expression gives way as her body begins to tremble, her eyes watering as she fights back tears of joy as three silhouettes appear. The one in the center steps forward, wearing what was to the young tactician a familiar black traveling cloak. Beneath the shade of the cloak's cowl, a smile was all that could be seen. The figure outstretches his hands, openly greeting everyone before him with this gesture. "Fairy Tail...what a sight for sore eyes!"


[System]
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Appearance:
 Height: 5'5"
 Build: Slender
 Hair: Ash blond (light brown)
 Eyes: Green
 Clothing: His attire consists of a white, long-sleeved shirt underneath a black, over-sized hoodie with a pair of black gloves. Additionally, he wears a pair of dark green pants with black combat boots.
Skillset: He is experienced with the functionality of machines, due to his upbringing, and has an adept knowledge of science. He is also talented at picking locks and has a decent amount of knowledge in medicine. Though he is not the strongest, he is fairly nimble.
Weapon(s): .45 Auto Pistol & Combat Knife
Personality: Though quiet when with strangers, he is quite the talkative person when given the time to become adjusted to another's presence. Armed with a sarcastic personality, as well as an offhanded tendency to snap at people, he does have an odd sense of obligation for other people's safety and well-being, even if they have done him wrong before. He also has the habit of hiding things from people, fearing the consequences he may have to face if he were to tell them. As for himself, he could be considered rather unconcerned and reckless.
Biography: He grew up in the same town as Jace, sequestered in the marshlands of southern Georgia. His father worked as a mechanic there, which included supplying the town with purified water. When the machine began to break down gradually, though, rations had to be issued, which caused the family to become unpopular when there was not enough for everyone to share. His mother died when he was young when there was a "freak accident," and afterwards, that only gave the other townspeople more reason to ostracize the family--if the man could not be trusted to keep his own family alive, then how could he be trusted to keep an entire town alive? When he was sixteen, he fell ill from radiation poisoning, but recovered; after this close call with death, he decided to begin his research on a long-term solution for the water issue, studying Project Purity and more cases of a G.E.C.K. working miracles. About two years after, he and his closest friend, Jace, set out on their journey to search through Vaults until they discovered one.

[User]
Basil was silent for a long time, but finally scowled and said, "Living in a fantasy? Know nothing of the 'real world?'" He shook his head, standing with clenched fists. However, he made no move toward her. "Look, everyone has been through more than their fair share of hardship. You're not the only one who has lost people, who has been abused, who has been taken advantage of. You don't even know for who or why I'm going through with this. For the people back at my hometown? Fuck them! I honestly couldn't care less if they live or die!" Perhaps that was harsh, but why should he even care after everything that they had put Basil and his father through, just for being born into a role that neither of them were capable of adequately filling? "I only do this for two people. For my dad and for Jace. I may have only lost one other person that I genuinely cared about, but...but at least you've had people to care about in the first place. I'd give anything for those memories."
 That emptiness crawled back in, sinking into his head as he thought more and more.
 He became quiet again, but then asked, almost in a whisper, "What if you always felt as if you're doing nothing more than watching someone else, just floating above them? It's like you're tethered to them through a rope or, or a chain. They're...you, in a way, but you're not actually the one making the choices or anything. You're just someone who got front-row seats to the first showing." He wrapped his arms around himself. Even quieter he said, "Maybe...maybe if I do this, then I can have something to ground me. To make me into that person. So that I don't have to feel this way anymore, and Jace won't ever have to worry about me leaving him again, and my dad can be just a little happier, at least, and...and it'll be my life. You may have said that's a pointless goal, but I don't care. I want to try. I have to try because I can't just go away without Jace having something left of me behind."

 "I'm not fighting you, kid," Leith said after a bout of coughing. He shook his head. "But feel free to fight whatever's really bothering you because I know for a fact that it isn't actually me."

[Assistant]
Kaye fell into a long silence, not knowing exactly what to say. She was beginning to think something was astray about Basil and had started thinking so when the chems hadn't effected him earlier; even Leith had experienced some form of effects from the chems. yet Basil had remained oblivious and unaffected as everything.
 "You are one weird kid, I will admit that. You speak of yourself in the the third person almost. And those chems I put in the food...they didn't even affect you. Almost as if you ain't even human."

 Jace glared at the ghoul, slowly approaching him again. "You are my problem and the bitch in your control is my problem. Everything was fine until you two waltz into our lives, fucking everything up!" He wrapped a hand around the ghoul's throat and slammed him against a tree harshly. "And that crazy bitch you are guarding made Basil despise me! I would not be surprised he abandoned me by this point."

[User]
Basil was quiet for a long moment, not daring to respond to her. He then looked worriedly toward the direction that Jace had taken off in. "Shouldn't they have been back by now? If they're not back soon, I'm going to go look for them."

 "That boy ain't going nowhere," Leith said, prying Jace's fingers from his throat. He then shoved him away. "And like hell he despises you. He looks at you as if you're the sun and he's just revolving around you. For God's sake, you fucking mole, he told us that his whole reason for doing this is for your sake! Well, his and his dad's. But for you to act as if he'd suddenly hate you for going a little wacko on the Chems for a minute or two is just plain stupid." He gestured toward the camp. "Now, Kaye and me will get out of your hair just as soon as she's satisfied with her payment for her services. I'm just her guard, okay? But until then, we're stuck together and you're going to have to deal with it. Now let's go back, you and your fun-sized packet of denial can make up, and then we can be on our merry-goddamn-way to Vault Over the Fucking Rainbow!"

[Assistant]
"You will do no such thing. I am supposed to watch after you and it would be stupid for two groups to be lost out there. Besides, if your boyfriend comes back and you are gone, he will kill me...if he doesn't kill me anyways." She paused a moment before continuing, "I know you are trying to change the subject, so I won't press you. Although I will tell your friend what I know."

 For once, Jace was struck silent as he let all sink in. His ending comment also struck him silent as well. He looked at the ground and took a deep breath, trying to calm down. Once he felt more in cobtrol, he opened his eyes and looked at the ghoul. "Ready to head back...slime bag?" He forced a small smile. "Is that a little better?"

[User]
Basil narrowed his eyes. "And just what do you know exactly?"

 Leith smirked. "Much. Now let's go."

[Assistant]
Kaye stared at him for a long moment, a mischievous glint in her eye. She had hoped that her little tactic would have made Basil give away more information on his...condition, but she should have known he was too smart for such petty tricks. After all, he was a borderline scientist. The more she pondered on it, the more mysterious he became to her. It was a condition she had heard of before, but she simply couldn't put her finger on exactly what...
 "I know you aren't normal. Anyone who has paid attention today would know as much." She paused for a moment, thinking of how to continue this conversation. "This morning when me and Leith found you, your friend was on the very brink of death by radiation poisoning, correct? Then you seem to be utterly fine... You haven't even had any meds yet you are still going as strongly as ever. I don't get it...how?" She walked up to him, standing about a foot away and stared closely, tapping her finger on her lip in thought. "I know you two were caught in that storm last night and you wouldn't have held out medicine for the sake of your friend's health. So tell me...how did you do it? How did you survive such an onslaught of radiation and live to tell about it?"
 She paused for a moment before beginning to pace while in thought, circling him almost as if he was prey. It was meant to be intimidating, but in all honesty she was just doing it to toy with him in her joy of the moment, thinking she had the upper hand right now. "If the radiation factor isn't enough to throw people off, then perhaps your chem tolerance is a red flag, surely. The Smooch I gave everyone would have affected us all in the same way. And if it had really worked...then you and Jace would be lying in bed together right now." she smiled almost sadistically at him. "I know you aren't normal and I doubt your friend has noticed anything is astray with you. Hell, he's even more of an idiot than I am, so I don't think he would be capable of connecting the dots on his own with some help, you know?"
 After coming to a quick stop, she leaned in his ear, "I am on to you, Basil. I don't know what you are, but I will find out...and so will others. This is my new game now. You are the new toy of my fascination."
 Just as she moved away from Basil, she heard a crunch coming from the woods and quickly turned to see Jace and Leith walking towards them. As they approached, though, she watched as they made their way over.
 Jace's head was hanging low in defeat and embarrassment and couldn't bring himself to look in Basil's direction. He felt so stupid for what he had attempted to do, even if he had been drugged to do it.

[User] Basil felt a surge of anger course through his veins, but upon hearing the approaching footsteps, his attention was immediately diverted instead to Jace and Leith. Rubbing sorely at his throat, Leith stepped past him, but not before giving him a firm pat on the shoulder, and then headed towards Kaye. Though confused at the odd, one-sided exchange, Basil rushed over to Jace and wrapped his arms around him. Giving him one firm squeeze, he said, face buried into the wrinkled fabric of his shirt, "I'm sorry. Please don't run away like that again, okay?"

[Assistant]
When Basil embraced Jace, he stopped breathing in his shock and turned his head a fraction to look at Basil. He hesitated for a moment, not exactly knowing if it would be okay to hug him back or not. He decided to hug him back for a quick moment, only using one arm in case he wanted to move away. Before he had the chance to move away on his own, though, Jace did it for him.
 "No, I'm...I'm the one who should be sorry, Basil," he said softly, staring down at him. "I didn't mean the things I said and attempted to do. I was just being stupid while under the effects of the drugs...and...I hope you can forgive me."
 Kaye looked over at Leith as he walked over and noticed him favoring his neck. It took her a moment to notice he was in pain and quickly grew worried. "What happened, Leith?"

[User]
"Of course I forgive you," Basil quickly said. He snuck a glance at Kaye, concerned that she might actually tell Leith or Jace about their "discussion." He then also noticed that Leith seemed to be in pain. "What...did something happen to Leith out there?"

 Leith replied, "Ah, just the rheumatism, Kaye."


[System]
Class: Dark Mage

Age: 19

Sex: Female

Appearance:
Equipment: Tome (x2), Vulnerary (x1)

Personality:
Marianne is quite the interesting persona to all that happen to stumble upon her. Despite the fact that she's a Dark Mage and generally looked upon with fear and scorn for meddling in the forbidden arts, she is soft-spoken and polite a good majority of the time. So much so in fact, that she often stresses the proper difference between a lady and a heathen to anyone caring to listen.

That being said, Marianne's favorite topic of discussion would have to be the many ways in which to incapacitate her foes. She's the kind of person who would gladly explain to you when and how you'll die over a cup of tea. She does not fear death, claiming that death is only the next stage in Naga's course. Of course, that doesn't excuse her rather…odd habits.

One such habit seems to be a fascination with eyes. Human eyes, dragon eyes…really anything that moves around in the socket and blinks. Probably has something to do with her covered right eye, though she'll momentarily drop the regal air and proceed to go into something akin to a panic attack whenever people mention it.

And yet despite all of these…interesting features, Marianne is a person that genuinely cares for those around her. That is, those who can tolerate her poetic and morbid nature. Of course, with friendship comes loyalty and protection. The others may be bound by their morality, but Marianne is a girl who is willing to do any and all things for the sake of her friends. Anything…even if it means taking a few lives through dirty manners.

Biography:
A distant nomad from the land of Plegia, Marianne would rather not speak of her past, though it probably has to do with that eye-patch she's always wearing. She hasn't claimed it to be host to any magical powers, so there's no reason for the secrecy. Even so, she will lash out without thought or reason whenever people question it.

Skimming the whole eye thing aside, Marianne's mother taught her what she knew of magic while her father helped her to eventually read and write, inspiring her to create her own spells. In the present day, Marianne travels around simply for the sake of doing so, finding interest in the stories all around her.

Recently though, her interests lie in the current religious crusade going on. Usually not one to get involved in such stupid things like warfare, she remained neutral no more when news of a "Champion of Naga" reached her ears. Now she seeks to meet this hero of the world…if only to strive off her boredom and give her amusement.

[User] Nephene shook hands with her new companion and then the smell of smoke invaded her nostrils. She sniffed curiously and looked outside the wagon to see... Andres leaping into battle and Jacob shouting orders. She didn't let go off Dyce's hand and instead opted to drag him with her, "Come on, time to prove your worth!" she shouted as she grabbed her spear and leapt out of the wagon running towards the back. She released his hand as she arrived at the rear and saw, Caroline headed towards the battle field for some reason. Nephene stepped in front of her, "No way misse, if you want to fight you need to at least have some kind of weapon on you." she said forcibly blocking the way while keeping an eye on the fanatics ready to rush to Jacobs aid if he needed her.

[Assistant]
Marius"Marius, you're going up the middle. Try not to outpace us. You're faster than we are." Marius heard the orders of the Shepherd's commander. Immediately after Jacob had given his commands, one of the squires rushed forward, holding a lance in his hands. Once the young man had reached Marius' side, Marius snatched the lance away from the squire. Now that he had his lance in hand, his sword at his side, and a few javelins at hand for any skirmishing, if any would happen at all, Marius rode forward, forming what would become the frontline. However, before he did so, Marius had a few words for Jerod.

"Rogue Feroxians, indeed. How does it feel that you have to fight the church in order to save the soldiers of Regna Ferox?" After he spoke, Marius rode off with a smile. However, that smile was short lived, as before him and his companions were over two dozens of church-supported soldiers, attempting to lay sage to the Longfort.

While he waited for Jerod and Jacob to take their own positions beside him, Marius whispered a quick prayer, audible only to himself and the deity to whom he was praying. Marius did not wish to spill the blood of fellow believers, but they left him with no choice. However, Marius saw the twisting and corrupting of Naga's teachings and beliefs as even worse than shedding these men's blood. Therefore, after he had asked for forgiveness on account of what he was about ready to do, Marius sat there on Bucephalus, ready for the order to march forward.

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AbraAbra headed southward, travelling along a path that happened to pass by the Feroxian walls. Inside her bag was a small necklace that her foster mother had discovered around her neck when Abra was a mere infant. Besides her name (which was a relief because for the longest time, Abra thought her name came from the magical enchantment), there was on the necklace an insignia of one of the dukedoms of Ylisse. This dukedom was not as prominent or tied with the royal monarchy in Ylisse, like the Dukedom of Themis was, but it's a dukedom none the less. Abra was partially afraid of going, worrying that she would discover that she was abandoned because she was a bastard child or something along those lines. But where else would she go?

Abra heard some foliage rustle behind her. Alarmed by the noise, she swung around and scanned her surroundings. When she saw that there was nothing there, that it must have been the wind, Abra continued forward.

However, before she could take a couple steps forward, two soldiers serving the Church sprung out of the woods and grabbed ahold of her. Abra tried to pull herself out of the two men's grasp, but all what she did was struggle in vain.

"So what do we have here? A Feroxian spy?" One of the soldiers tightened his grip around Abra's arm, making her wince.

"I don't know, she doesn't look like one of those Feroxian women. She looks more Ylissean to me." The other soldier placed one hand on Abra's lower jaw, moving her head from side to side in order to get a better look at her face.

"Whatever she is, all we know is that she is stacked like no other. How is that even natural?"

"Can't you tell? She's a witch. She probably placed a hex on herself to create that appearance." The second soldier began to tie Abra's hands together with a rope, tightening them so much that they began to dig into her skin, causing Abra to grimace at the pain. "You know what, since the Feroxians have been giving us quite a fight and our own moral is starting to waver, why don't we take this beauty here for 'helping out' the morale, if you catch my drift?" The first soldier nodded in agreement.

"You both are perverts!" Abra screamed, hoping that someone would here, but knowing deep inside that she was doing so in vain. In spite of her protest, the two soldiers ignored her. Instead, they just lead her to their horses and made their way back to camp.

[User]
Jerod

Jerod could smell and hear the combat before he saw it, and was off the back of the cart in a heartbeat, moving at a brisk run to pull ahead of the carts as they halted, stopping as he caught up to the Champion of Naga, Marius not having wasted any time arming up and trotting up as well. Orders were dispatched, and Jerod grinned in a very unpleasant kind of way, drawing his sword and flourishing it as he fell in step to the left of Marius. Line breaking charge, a classic approach. The old pervert was off being a big damn hero, rallying the Feroxians at the gate and bracing the church fanatics the entirely wrong direction. Well, what a shame for them, Jerod began laughing as he walked forward, even with Marius's comment on rogue Feroxians.

"Ach, I wasn' worried 'bout any rogue Feroxian's, 'orseman. I's the sworn ones I be worried 'bout." Jerod was never worried about rogue's, hell, they would have most likely been more easily dealt with than the Feroxian's he was thinking of. But, long story short, that was now not a real concern. Right now, they had fighting to do. Jerod kept that confident grin on his face as he kept in step with the advance, calling over to the lad champion himself. "'ow abou t'is, laddie. Ye keep up, I migh' buy ye a drink. Soun' like a good deal? Time t' show th' damned fanatics n' bloody god ca' save t'em now."

Niya and Solanne

The sounds of conflict, smells of death, and even the clouds of smoke were dead give aways that something was going rather poorely for the Feroxian people. Some distance away from this violence, however, were a pair of figures, one one horse back, the other currently standing next to the horse. The two had crossed paths some time ago, and while there had been little conflict up until this point, it was clear that it was no longer avoidable. The woman on horseback looked down towards her current companion, who was no doubt stretching after the long day's travel, before speaking briefly.

"Miss Solanne, trouble ahead. Feroxians are having a hard time of things."

"Huh?"

Solanne was much too busy observing the land around them to hear what Niya, her current partner, was saying. It took her a few moments to process the statement before a determined grin sprung to her visage.

"Look's like this war's pretty rough on both side, eh Niya? Heh, but I'm thankful we haven't run into any of those Naga Church fanatics yet. Wouldn't want the smell of burning flesh to clog up my nose, ya know?"

She gave the girl on horseback a thumbs up, coupled with a snarky smile.

"Quite."

Niya was quite different from the woman on foot, while she was grinning and making gestures, the horsebound woman was sitting quietly, almost regally, overlooking the distant smoke and what scatterings of violence she could pick out. The healer had already made up her mind on where they were going to head out to next, whether Solanne liked it or not was a completely different story. But before she could bring it up, there was a few figures closer to them than the usual violence, seeing this, she pointed it out.

"Look, trouble. Prisoner, probably of the two fanatics. Should intervene, gods knows what the depraved have in mind."

Niya was thinking about approaches they could make. Speed, shock and awe were probably their best bets in this case, but Niya waited for a few moments to allow her companion a word in edge wise, even as the healer turned her horse, already planning a route to intercept the two fanatics and their prisoner.

"Yeah I see them," Solanne answered with a crack to her knuckles. "Got a plan? Or are we just going to rush them? One for each of us to take out," she said with that same confident grin.

"Staves aren't terribly good weapons, hop on my horse. I have a plan. We run them down, I free the prisoner while you mop up."

Niya offered a hand to Solanne to haul her up on the horse, seeming to already have fully decided to take command of the situation and Solanne was along for the ride now, very literally vice the usual metaphor that the expression usually intended. Once hauled onto the horse, Niya took off at full gallop, heading straight for the two fanatics and their prisoner, not a word escaping her mouth.

Likewise, Solanne nodded, keeping a tight grip on her blade as they swiftly approached the two. Once they were in proper distance of the two perverts, she slipped free her blade and held it in her hand, ready to slice when directed.

"So we killing these guys? Or are you more of the subdue person seeing as you're a healer and all that?"

Solanne shrugged.

"Well, whatever your orders are boss."

"Kill them, let the Gods sort them out."

Niya rode them directly into the two fanatics, bowling them over as she vaulted off the horse, bringing the staff down on one man's head and leaving him to Solanne, and she was quick to walk over to the bound woman, not even raising her voice at all, reaching to get the bindings off quickly.

"Don't waste your breath, you'll need it to run. Let me get your bindings."

"Whatever you say boss."

Eyes slitting, Solanne twirled her blade and sliced the shoulder of one of the men, the one Niya had struck actually. Letting him bleed out, she spun around and hurled her sword into the chest of the other, stopping his heart forever.

"Well that was quick. Though these guys were supposed to be tough, ya know?" Solanne muttered, jumping off the horse and collecting her blade. "Still, I'm pretty sure kidnapping people is a gurantee to...well, whatever the opposite of Naga is."

Cleaning her blade in the grass, she turned to Niya and the captured woman, who by the appearance of her hat, looked like a Mage.

"Hey Niya, how's she holding up?"

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As the sounds of bloodshed and warfare rang out all around her, Marianne couldn't suppress a giggle from escaping her lips. Yes, this was a perfect time, a perfect opportunity to prove her loyalty and devotion to the Champion of Naga. Whipping out a dark tome, she jumped out of the cart and stayed back with the reserves.

"Whatever you say, my fearless leader, ahahaha!"

With that, she began to whip out spell after spell, curse after curse. Mainly, it was just Flux, though it was enough to keep their enemies from flanking them. In the midst of her fun, she kept her eye on Jacob before occasionally scanning the bodies of the fallen.

She'd have to collect and resupply her samples once this was all over.

Someone caught her gaze though, and she carefully made her way to them. When the image of a shaking Princess Caroline filled her view, her interest only piqued all the more. Smiling sweetly, she gently tugged on the Steel-Toed Princess' sleeve.

"Ah, don't worry your Highness! Ahaha, fearless leader knows what he's doing, so rest assured! Besides, you're my F.R.I.E.N.D now. And I'll disembowel A.N.Y.O.N.E. that hurts my friends. Ahahaha!"


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Appearance:
Vathalyk's skin is of a grey-ish complexion very much unlike that of human's. It's safe to say that his body is painted almost all over the place. It's not for war, but merely an abstract decoration in red and black hues. His ears are pointy and thus resembling those of your average elf, but shorter. His hair is long and split up into several massive strands running down almost to his hips. Vathalyk's most notable feature are his massive, spiraling horns and his ever-glowing, almondy eyes.

Vathalyk's a very massive being, standing over seven feet tall with shoulders broad enough to fill out the usual doorframe from left to right with ease. He's a hungry colossus of thick bone and muscle.

Race: Fyr

Gender: Male

Age: 22

Equipment:
* Somewhat worn-out piece of ringmail
* Large morning star
* Thick woolen coat and trousers.
* Food and water for several days.
* Two mechanical traps. Not like bear traps, but still they can deal excruciating pain and injury.

Personality:
It's comparatively easy to set off Vathalyk's rage. A simple insult, a word too ambiguous in an already heated up situation or an unintentional injury are enough to make him give you a rant at least. As long as you don't lose yourself in one of those sandtraps however and think before you speak it is quite possible though to get along with him rather nicely. Become true friends though is a major achievement for his species is essentially one of loners. He has a firm understanding of the concept of 'priorities': As long as he sees benefit for himself he is willing to help and bring sacrifices. What appears to be an extremely selfish attitude is attenuated by the fact that Fyr, due to their very nature-driven lifestyle, are less suspectible to greed, one of those things that usually impair one's providence the most. Vathalyk is somewhat cunning, but also capable of extreme acts of violence. There are times when he essentially goes feral.

Biography:
Fyr do not live in towns or villages, but dwell in the wilderness. Their population is very scarce, so neither is it very likely for anyone to encounter more than one at a time, nor is his kind interested in anything like 'family'. Parents stay together barely long enough to teach their child how to live on its own, then depart and continue living their lonely lives until, some years later, it is time to mate again. So due to natural causes, Vathalyk's childhood can be considered quite boring at least from more human standards: Hunting, eating, sleeping and roaming around for the sake of one's own curiosity.

His species is far from dumb and being purely animalistic, but still he has all reason to regret the day he dared to stroll though a village in the middle of the night: Isn't it that demons often have glowing eyes and massive horns ? Those simple people had never seen his kind before and confused him for one of them. With stakes and pitchforks at the ready they forced him to succumb and locked him away in a damp cellar. It took the damn priest months to come and once he told the confused villagers that there's nothing here requiring any kind of exorcism or divine assistance, Vathalyk had already acquired a grasp of the human language.

There was no compensation from the villagers whatsoever, but at least he had found sort of a friend with the priest. He was 19 and now they both had to be more careful than before -- neither could it be ruled out that Vathalyk would be captured anywhere else again, nor was a priest essentially telling an entire village that it was flat-out wrong prone to be very liked in a region where a word could spread fast. He felt obliged to be grateful and the priest felt there was someone in need of help -- or maybe the man just wanted to try something in his old days. Anyway, they continued to meet on a regular basis where no prying eyes were around. Vathalyk had the opportunity to learn more about human life and culture, improve his language skills and even pick up a minor proficiency in armed fighting.

It could have continued so well, but even his only real human friend probably couldn't stand the sudden fact that the gods... vanished. At least Vathalyk has not heard a word off him since the event and has solid reason to speculate that the old man has fallen. He just doesn't know if due to the onset of madness like many others or because of the shock itself.

Attributes:
* Strength: 10
* Perception: 5
* Endurance: 9
* Charisma: 2
* Intelligence: 5
* Agility: 4
* Luck: 5

Magic:
It's not a magical thing per se, but a Fyr's blood is known to be toxic. It is an aggressive agent towards a broad variety of body tissues, including those of humanoids and bacteria. Clearly the latter property is responsible for Vathalyk's resistance to many common diseases (though it does not protect against those of magic nature, of course), but self-injury in order to gain access to the large amount of venom carried around by every Fyr is a battle tactic not unheard of. Skin is quite resistive and will only show itching as the primary symptom, but exposing a body's interior to his blood is bound to cause massive trouble.

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*!?!?!?!*
Who was this asshole? Was he with the dragon? He must be, why else would be protect a beast of destruction then? Screams of panic could be heard outside, people running away in terror from the big flying lizzard.

"Move aside orc.."- the man now having stopped his charge and turning to face the orc, aiming his sword at him threateningly-"unless you want to join the dragon in its grave."

Maybe...No it couldn't be..But just maybe he was a dragon riding raider? He rode his pet dragon in to raid the town?

[Assistant]
Orky was right in the in the middle of everything. Orky was a bit overwhelmed to say the least, the Holy Woman was yelling at him for getting in the way and the Pissed Off Guy was pointing his sword at him. Orky isn't very smart, he doesn't go in any place with a plan. Orky just does what he feels is right. That's why he even put himself in this situation, is because he felt fate was telling him that he had to stop this. But in this midst of the violence, he had remembered his mother. He remembered how the villagers came to the house angry at them because they believe that the Gods didnt like how there was an Orc living there. Tears started to swell from his eyes, even admist all the noise the sound of the tears hitting the ground outmatched them all. Orky grabbed the Holy Woman's axe and the Pissed Off One's sword, when he had grabbed the sword the edge had dug into his flesh a bit making him bleed. He then proceed to snatch them out of their hands and throw them to the ground.

Orky then proceed to talk, still with tears come down his face, "Can't see violence solves nothing!? I know dragons are suppose to be bad and stuff but cant you see he is just frustrated at the world. Just because someone gets angry and goes on a little fit, doesn't mean you should kill him over it!" Orky then takes a moment to calm himself and to clean his face up a bit. "I don't know much but I know when I see someone hurting on the inside, and I see that in all of you. I don't know why you guys are hurt, but I'm sure if we could all just maybe sit down a bit and talk, I'm sure we could work something out. Mr. Dragon, I don't mean to be rude but it seems like you true form is scaring everybody, so if you could please change back into your small form." Orky whipped away the tears and but on a dumb little smile to try and lighten the mood.

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Step, step, step.

The foot-worn path gave way beneath her massive greaves. Plated boots pressed into the dirt, her tremendous weight causing her to sink an inch down into the earth beneath her which each step. Her armor was dented, scarred and chipped. Nails driven through the extra plates she had covered over old broken gaps in her armor with dug into her flesh. She had hammered the ends of the nails down so they wouldn't poke and tear into her but the bent ends still grinded into her through the threadbare holes in her gambeson. They were of little concern. There was no pain to be felt from them as they rubbed into her shoulders with each and every sway of her enormous breastplate.

She had traveled many days and nights along this path. A traveling merchant had informed her that there was a town down this road. A couple months travel he said. He had made it sound like it was a long time but it really was quite short for her. Each day was but a moment flickering on past her unnoticed. Despite how unhealthy it was for her sanity the time she had spent wandering the great sea floor had taught her many a trick on how to pass time by. She could walk for years on end with little to no thoughts on how long she had been walking. She found that acknowledging the passage of time made it feel all the longer. Perhaps she did not craft such wisdom in such descriptive phrasing but it more or less meant that in summation.

Whether or not it was a long or a short time she eventually did arrive. In anemic daylight she stood before the old wooden gate which led into the heart of the city. Ordinarily there would be guards watching from the walls and checking the wares of travelers passing through but there were none. With the loss of the clergy's sway they found themselves more inclined to serve themselves rather than the city. Those who hadn't turned to banditry were hidden away like most of the citizens were.

Step, step, step.

The cobbled stone paths held her footing much better than the dirt road just beyond. They hardly sank at all beneath her armor's impressive mass. She continued on through the streets, moving along down her way. Through the narrow slit in her helm she scanned what little she could see as she was on the lookout for a smithy or perhaps a tavern where she could look for some work. She needed the coin and she needed repairs.

A place to sew up this cut in my pants would be nice. She considered as she peered through the thin slot in her helm. Instead of those things however she found people who were running past, running away from something. Well, perhaps they were running away from something. She couldn't really tell. Often times if people were running it was either towards or away from something. Perhaps there was something they wanted to get to that she missed? Maybe the carnival was in town!

Oooo! She did so enjoy carnivals. She reminisced upon a time her father took her, her three sisters and her five brothers out to see the carnival. It was quite a magical time in her life. As she lost herself in bygone memories she was quite unaware of who or what was ahead of her until she almost smack dab in the middle of it.

Step, step... Stop.

Her ponderous endless march slowed to a halt as she looked up at the scene before her. A man and a woman stood at one side of an orc and a large winged lizard stood at the other. Quite a spectacle indeed. With her anchor sat upon her shoulder, an ancient rust-bitten tool splashed with the old brown stains of blood it has spilled which as a whole made the orc look small by comparison, She looked up and marveled at the unusual sight.

"Owo? What's this?" She wondered aloud. Her voice, while pleasantly cheerful in both sound and tone, rang with an unearthly resonance and seemed to drag on towards the end of each sentence. She stood by and looked on at what was going on, all too curious about the big lizard with wings. From an onlooker's point of view they'd see a warrior clad in so much armor naught could be seen below but the dismal yellow glow cast by the dark eyeless pits in her unseen sockets.

Well, that and the ship anchor she had rested on her shoulder.

[Assistant]
For quite a bunch of moments Vathalyk had just been standing there, observing the overall situation and carefully listening to the steady stream of interfering noises. As usual and as could be expected of your average tavern this one was a loud place, so it was putting quite a bit of strain on his mind to try and filter out what actually was relevant and what just random, everyday talk.

Yet there was one thing that didn't require any attention to identify as relevant at all. It was deafening even if heard from inside the crowd, causing the windows to rattle and certainly blowing off the major part of the layer of dust that had silently accumulated over the years. Vathalyk had to suppress the urge to cough, but even more so he had to suppress his inner demand to run outside and see what happened. He would have done so for sure if there hadn't been a man, seemingly an half-elf hybrid, approaching him all of a sudden.

"A job ?" he asked, glowing eyes staring onto the top of Urdal's head as he craned his neck downwards. One could hear his horns detaching from the ceiling with a grinding noise. "What kind of job would that be ?" Vathalyk narrowd his eyes, sensing the possibility of a spontaneously laid-out trap. Yes, the overall situation of the world was very particular to say the least, but had things changed so dramatically that even he was being offered a job by a half-human so easily ? The man hardly knew anything about him! Either he was treacherous or very desperated. Possibly both.

Anyway. He could no longer resist moving, so Vathalyk turned away from the wall and started the return journey through the undersized hallway. While Urdal could very well get the impression that Vathalyk had about the grace and overall way to move of a brick he was at least signaled to follow outside. Then, with the tavern finally no longer confining him, Vathalyk could see the true dimension of the issue: A dragon! At least it looked like one... But it had not started eating any villages, at least there was no spill of blood on the ground or burning houses nearby. Was pure, helpless acoustic rage all that being could offer ?

"What the hell do you think you are doing ?" Vathalyk addressed Endrokin straightforwardly.
"The very fact that you roam about here without doing what your kind usually does dramatically weakens the point I assume you are trying to make -- and that probably is making other people believe you are far superior in every aspect and must therefore neither be insulted by even the slightest accidental degree nor harmed in any kind that is either real or something your mind spontaneously came up with because it suited your current mood." Vathalyk crossed his arms in front of his breast. "Look at me. Do I have to scare everybody off and shout around as loud as I can in order to address a problem ? I believe not. And that is in full spite of the fact that the vast majority of people regards me as a demon of some kind."


[System]
Grade Level: Junior/11th Grade

Appearance:

Graduation Major: Performing Arts

Academics/Clubs: Band, Guitar Club, DJ Club

What would you say your home life is like?: "Imagine a beach. All the time. My home. It's more grating than you think."

What are your dreams for your future? Your ideal job?: "Playing gigs, then settling in somewhere."

If you were given one million dollars, what would you do with it?: "Donate half, put the other half into finding musical talents in young crowds."

What would you say is the best thing about yourself?: "I guess, y'know. How mellow I am."

What about the worst thing about yourself?: "I take certain drugs for recreation."

What would you say is a fact about yourself you're most afraid getting out?: "I'm much smarter than I look. And I hate it."
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Codename Assigned: Ocean Man

Power Gained: 746193 - Able to turn into water substance, water manipulation.

Costume Design Plans: Highly flexible mesh-like clothing that's a lot like the down on a duck, allowing water to bead up and fall right off. Consists of a bright blue hood, with matching chest piece. Grey mesh along the sides of the torso and the insides of the legs. High boots, and finger-less gray gloves.

Assigned Backstory: One day, whilst taking a sunset imbibing walk by the beach away from his parents, Jeff came upon an odd creature. His form was constantly changing, not just morphing but bubbling between watery forms of existence. The creature intrigued him, and upon conversing with it he found out it was dying. Both from being unable to return to the water, as well as from natural physical decline. Jeff said, over and over that he could push the creature back into the ocean. But it waved it away, saying there was no more time. It grasped Jeff's hand quickly and firmly. And almost as soon as it had, it died. The creature melted into water and flowed into the sea.

[User]
Dani's attention was slowly diverted away from Paul as others piled into the room. The Zombie was the first to distract her and Dani snorted slightly at the accusation that they were all there for the sole purpose of getting her into trouble. "Not everything is about you." she said with a roll of her eyes. She actually felt a little bit bad for the teacher. But only a little. Stuck in a dead end job, convinced that everyone hated you? That was sad. Ms Velmont was practically the polar opposite of Dani. Dani had tons of energy and a drive to go as far as humanly possible while the zombie just seemed lethargic and depressed. But that didn't mean Dani wanted her to get fired.

And then there was Tim, asking if anyone else had a weird dream. Dani tensed at the memory of her own dream. The dream had given her the creeps. The fact that Tim, who was actually in her dream, had also had a weird dream just made her even more creeped. She was uncomfortable with everything that was going on right now. And when Dani got uncomfortable, she got catty...Or more catty than usual.

"Aren't all your dreams weird, Lestat?" she practically hissed. The comment was uncalled for and she knew that but she wasn't going to apologize. "And is no one going to comment on Benjamin Button over here?" she asked the room, throwing a thumb towards Paul next to her while looking incredulously at everyone else.

[Assistant]
"Well," Oliver cleared his throat. "I didn't want to bring it up first." He then laughed. "None of this is normal!" He chuckled hysterically "You already brought up Paul's reverse growing. Carol looks like she's been living entirely on protein shakes for five years, I swear to God I saw Thomas flicker for a second. I keep hearing people's minds and I broke a mirror with my mind! Who knows what the Hell is up with Dani, Eric, and Velmont!" He calmed down for a moment.

 "So how's everyone's day going" He flashed a goofy smile. "Aside from becoming freaks of nature overnight?"

[User]
Derek Quintanilla

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One of the waiters had barely put his drink down on the table before Derek's friend Dani sat right beside him and snatched it up for herself. He had reached over to grab it only to look up and see her drinking it nonchalantly as if it belonged to her. "Well damn don't mind me. It's not like I was going to drink that or anything," he said sarcastically before giggling to himself. After conversing with one another for a few minutes, everyone seemed to scatter from the cafe and onto their respective classes for the day. Nothing too spectacular happened throughout the day with Derek except promoting the pep rally that was after school. He did have a mild headache which he assumed was from not having any coffee in the morning thanks to Dani. The only thing that was remotely weird was during Biology class when Derek went over to one of the lab table to pet the class pet hamster, Rodney. When he reached inside and took out the hamster, he could feel a tingling sensation in his hand when he held Rodney. Derek couldn't exactly explain what it was and thought he just had the jitters.

Before he knew it, school had ended but not before he heard his name over the intercom with other names included to head to the principal's office. He immediately started to panic in his mind and tried to remember if he did anything bad throughout the day. He couldn't remember breaking any rules and he was a good kid. A detention or suspension could ruin his clean record and possibly affect his future. As he began to dramatically freak out, he walked reluctantly to the front office where the others had already sat waiting. He glanced over at Dani who was sitting next to that cute waiter that worked at the cafe. He rushed over and sat next to her quickly, not even taking note the weird things that were happening with the other students.

"Oh my god, am I in trouble? We did we do? What did I do? I have a bad feeling about this," Derek rambled as he looked around nervously. If it wasn't known, he had a knack for wanting to be a goody two shoes.

[Assistant]
Cia looked around at the other students realizing that none of them were there to get her fired. "Really? Huh, speaking of dreams. That was one of the rare dreams I ever got. But man did it feel good to get some sleep." Cia said with a smile as she thought about the fact that she actually got some sleep for once. As she thought of that feeling of bliss though her body started to melt. Soon enough her legs had becoming nothing but a puddle of skin. "Yeah that was great... why is everyone taller?" Cia said looking at the others in the room. She then realized that one of the students, Paul, had become shorter as well. "Your all talking about weird things happening. So I'm not hallucinating then?" Cia said before looking down to see the puddle of skin again.

"Right, I'm sure there is an explanation for this." Cia said looking at the others now trying to be an adult despite being shorter than them currently as half her body was a puddle. "I'm sure that since we are all experiencing this and we were all called here, someone will explain what is going on. Right?" Cia said trying to be optimistic. Sure she wasn't a great teacher, but she atleast knew how to prevent a panic.

[User]
Paul glanced at Dani with an awkward glare of confusion as to what she was talking about, then Oliver chimed in with complete insanity. Paul wasn't sure what was going on, but he wasn't quite buying that it was something weird. Paul wasn't the kind of guy to just buy into crazy stuff, he would like to think he was a normal person, rational, and not just fall for any stupid crap. "Okay seriously you guys? Here's a thought, maybe you guys should stop with the stupid conspiracy theoHOLY SHIT MS. VELMONT?!"

Suddenly Paul's powers kicked into overdrive. The sudden shock of watching Ms. Velmont melt near him caused him to lose all thought, and his powers caused him to practically vanish in his seat. His clothes gently fluttered down onto the chair as Paul suddenly found himself naked and in a weird new world of cloth skies and denim lands. He glanced around frantically, "Uh guys? Melting Velmont? ANYONE?! ...AHHHHHHHHHHH!" Paul screamed in complete fear, though no one could possibly hear it based on the fact that he was so small his voice couldn't be heard from such a distance. Still he tried to cover himself as he glanced around. "Uh... I might go ahead and reconsider what you guys were saying?" He awkwardly said aloud.

[Assistant]
Carol was having a hard time wrapping her head around what was going on. Dani had pointed out Paul and she had to watch for a while to realize that the boy was shrinking. She didn't really know him so only until she saw it did the reference click. Oliver mentioned several other odd things but not having seem them herself she couldn't really say. Obviously she knew of the things that had happened to her. "Okay, I do remember a dream and I think several of...you..." Ms. Velmont seemed to halfway melt before their eyes. However she didn't seem to be in any pain and actually was trying to keep things calm.

Despite the teacher trying to keep things from going crazy Paul seemed to lose it and suddenly disappear. Or more likely he shrank rapidly as his clothes flopped down where he stood. Dumbfounded Carol ran her hands through her hair and groaned slightly. "I'm not checking on him." He was probably naked under the clothes and she wanted nothing to do with that. This is crazy. Whoever called us here needs to hurry up and explain some things. Alright, so the dream thing seems to be a common theme. It's kind of hazy for me. I remember being on something like a medical table and getting a dose of something. I just thought it was a nightmare from when I was in the hospital or something. What about your dreams?"

[User]
"Lestat? Really? I'm shocked you aren't vapid enough to call me Edward you twihard."
"Aside from becoming freaks of nature overnight?"
"Welcome to the club, we have tee-shirts

It was hard to guess or not assume which we he was speaking with as he tried to set his hand on carol's wheelchair handle. A cheerleader and a soccer jock finally on the receiving end of being outcasts. It was about damn time! Unfortunately, his hand phased through Carol's chair, and carol, and he lost his support as he fell through the counter top of the office and solidified on the other side with a crash into one of the computers, shocking his hand and actually teleporting himself back across the room to the rest of the students in a reflexive crouch over the place of the disappearing Paul's pile of clothes. Did Paul teleport too? And was he somewhere naked?

Looking back over to Carol, the light did go on from what Oliver said that she did look more muscular than before. Mostly in th face and neck lost its softness and the way she framed her shoulders. She was stronger in the upper body over the last two years of using the wheelchair, but now that he had distance and a cue to notice the way she sat in the chair it was more obvious.

Eyes went from Carol to the teacher to see her melting like a candle but speaking in perfectly calm tones. She didn't seem to be in pain, but he still didn't want to risk getting too close so he stayed crouched on the chair with the chains and straps of his pants dangling.

This is crazy. Whoever called us here needs to hurry up and explain some things. Alright, so the dream thing seems to be a common theme. It's kind of hazy for me. I remember being on something like a medical table and getting a dose of something. I just thought it was a nightmare from when I was in the hospital or something. What about your dreams?"

He had to agree; this was getting too freaky, too fast. If someone didn't settle the situation soon it was all going to go to hell in a hand-basket. He nodded in agreement to her explanation of last night.

Same here, lots of people, strapped down and stabbed with god knows what. Then I woke up. Didn't mind the strapped down part.

The last he added with a pointed look to the cheerleader to get her goat.

[Assistant]
Miss Velmont might not be the greatest teacher ever, the fact that she managed to keep everyone relatively calm was impressive, even more since she did while seemingly melting. When the girl in the wheelchair asked about their dreams, Eric was instantly reminded of his nightmare. "I had a similar dream, they were injecting some glowing liquid into my arm."

He had barely finished talking when the noticed that the situation had become even more bizarre, the guy working in the cafeteria seemed to have shrunken to the point his clothes obscured him from view, while the skateboarder he had seen that morning had seemingly phased through the wheelchair girl.

While Eric still managed to keep from panicking the shock was enough for him to accidentally set his entire upper body on fire, thus ruining his shirt. His first thought was to let the others know he was unharmed. "I'm okay but you might wanna stay away from me, in case something else goes wrong!"

[User]
Having spent all the time he had up until class started speaking to Lyra, Jefferson realized that he hadn't done his homework for a few classes. Sitting in the various classrooms throughout the day seemingly increased the amount of nausea that he felt in general. At first, he thought it was just some idiot's fault. All he could smell was the wafting scent of a burning trashcan, a scent that he recognized from his time hanging around with the beach delinquents. Throughout the day, whilst ignoring classwork and teachers, he realized that the last time he felt as he did then was when he was a child, riding on a boat for the first time. Then there was an announcement that called him to the office. Did they catch security camera footage of him smoking? Only one way to find out.

Almost immediately after entering the room, Jeff was bombarded with all kinds of genuinely surprising information. What appeared to be a pile of clothes, a literal puddle of flesh, and several freaking out students including someone yelling about poisoned water, burnt crops, and halved food supplies! Or something to that effect. Perhaps it was the rampant seasickness that he was somehow dealing with on land, or the fact that someone just happened to light themselves on fire in front of him, but Jeff leaned against the nearest wall to him and began to violently reject large quantities of surprisingly salty water from his mouth. After his body decided it was done pushing moisture from his body, he wiped his mouth and coughed aggressively.

"Uh.. sorry about that."


[System]
character sheet:
appearance:
Young man with what apear to be the tatoos of veins running over the skin of his entire body as far as can be seen. But they are not in the veins of a human, something quite different, and they are brown in color. His palms and fingers are nearly completely covered with intersecting circles. On his face the lines seem to flow from his eyes like a line of tears that then branch over his head which can be seen through very short dark hair on the sides of his head. The top of his head has a little longer brown hair naturally stylish as it swoops off a bit to one side.
age: 24
bio: Andrew was never one to stay close to home. Nor to have close friends on his travels. But he managed to get too close to a sorcerer's bad side, and it's been mysery ever since. He retreated into his Castle, tried to be discrete, but it's obvious he gets out. He has killed people, he horrifies himself, and burns all that remains but it can't take the memories. The last thing he wants is someone making his life even harder.
other

[User]
With Angel eating Andrew absentmindedly did the same, munching on vegietables as he looked out the window. It was going to be a beautiful night with all the lightning those storm clouds promised. He even picked up his fork and ate the rest of his meal. He'd need strength when the hunter had regained some of hers.

When he'd finished he went to the counter and washed his plate, and fork and put them away. He'd do the same with her's eventually. And then he'd be able to talk again.

[Assistant] Angel ate most of the food, assuming that the creature was not looking at her. She rested her head against the surface in front of her after that. She closed her eyes for a bit as well. She was rather quiet once again. She did not say a single word at all at the moment.

[User]
Eventually he looked at her and saw she'd finished eating. He leaned back against the counter, casually crossing his arms across his chest. Though he couldn't be sure from this distance that she was still awake.

 "I've got a proposal to make, I'll make food for you, and you can have a spare bedroom to yourself, and all the while have me under strict supervision. This means I won't leave the castle unless you're with me, or watching me from a window. That way you can be sure I'm NOT killing anyone.

 In a couple days we can sneak down to the village and you can testify that I am not the problem. You will be able to get onto finding the actual killer, (and no doubt you'll succeed nourished by my excellent cooking.)

Additionally, the town will not be terrified of me any longer so I can shop there freely. You won't have my innocent death on your conscience and best of all, I won't be dead. What do you say?

Let me live?"

[Assistant]
Angel glanced at him. She narrowed her eyes. She also frowned. She sighed.
"whatever."
She was still a bit too weak too fight him again anyway. She had not slept very well in a while either. She went back to being silent after that and did not say another word.

[User] "I guess we should find you a room then." He tried not to look like his hovering about was impatience. Moving next to her chair he held out a hand with his most gentlemanly manner in case she wanted help standing and climbing up two flights of stairs.

[Assistant] Angel tried to stand on her own. However, she stumbled a bit. She had just barely managed to make it to the staircase. She was doing her best to try not to even look at him. She had a case of wounded pride after all.

[User] Now he wasn't sure. He hung back by the opposite side of the stairwell. She didn't want his help, but she could certainly use it. And his patience was not sufficient to wait any longer. He wrapped an arm around her back and reached for her hand that didn't have the wall for support, he'd pull her up if he had to.

[Assistant] Angel blinked. She glared at him slightly. However, she didn't fight him. She didn't really have the strength to anyway. She ended up going up the stairs with his help. She would also did up in the room in question with his help.

[User] The room was not recently used, but had been maintained by the staff, while there still had been staff. Andrew had never paid much attention to this matter, he just knew it was better than sleeping on the couch, in chains. He cleared his throat, "I expect you will find whatever you need for the night. I hope you're a little more... Much more comfortable tonight." And letting her go he moved to close the door, he thought he'd still lock her in, she was still a hunter after all. He'd lock his own door too, just to be safe.

[Assistant] Angel glanced at him. She was managing to half glare. However, before she could try to respond, he had closed the door behind her and left. She sighed a bit. She was soon on her knees by the bed. She would fall asleep there. She did not get into bed before her eyes had closed and such.

[User]
It was several hours later that the storm unleashed it's fury on the earth. A deep roar of thunder woke Andrew. He rolled out of bed and his bare feet flew across the floor to his window. The streaks of lightning in the distance were as brilliant as a firework display. He headed for the roof, but stopped short at his locked door.

That's right, Angel is here.
She should supervise his excursion he supposed. He dressed again, fully covered to the fingertips. Her quite unlocked her door, if she was sleeping through this storm, maybe he should just let her sleep, she'd never know he was outside unsupervised if she was sleeping that heavily.

[Assistant] Angel did not move from where she was. However, the storm did disturb her slumber. She clearly looked frightened in slumber. She was having a nightmare. She was biting her lip in her sleep and such. She was not having a restful sleep at all. That much would certainly be clear upon seeing her there.

[User] "Angel? Angel?" He called her as he crossed the room and crouched beside her. She hadn't even made it into the bed. "Angel, wake up." He didn't touch her just spoke, hoping to catch her in enough awareness to come out of the nightmares.

[Assistant] Angel awoke with a start. She fell to the floor. She looked around, confused. Her eyes narrowed when they landed on him though. She frowned as well.

[User] He frowned back at her. "I'm just another nightmare aren't I? You care to come up to the tower and watch the lightning? Or you can go back to sleep, whatever you prefer."

[Assistant] Angel wiped away a tear. She didn't say anything. She felt embarrassed, humiliated even. She took a breath and looked away. She hid her face from sight and wouldn't let him see it.

[User]
Andrew gave up trying to see if she was really crying, he stood up and walked out of the room, leaving her with nothing more than "excuse me."

Out oh her sight in the hall he leaned on the wall, tipping his head back to rest against the stones. He might as well assume she was crying. What do you do with a person crying that wants you dead? What was he supposed to do to comfort a woman he couldn't even touch? Is there really any way to make her happy in this situation?

No.

The best he could do was keep them both alive. Pushing off the wall he hurried down to the kitchen. It wasn't more than a few minutes before he was back, knocking on her door.

"Angel? I brought some gingersnaps, and an apple, just in case you're hungry. May I come in?"

[Assistant]
Angel had silently sobbed a bit while he was gone. She blinked and wiped away tears when she heard him return. She sighed.
"...very well."
She did not say much more than that. She actually bit her lip. Something was different now. She was not sure what it was though. It was...certainly strange.

[User]
Andrew came in and sat down on the floor, putting the plate between himself and Angel. He leaned back against the bed, his arms resting across his knees. He picked up one of the cookies for himself. Gingersnaps were his favorites after all. It was one of the only sweets he bothered to make now that he was struggling to live. But there was nothing better on a dark and stormy night than something sweet.

Hopefully Angel would agree, perhaps she'd...no, why would she tell him about her nightmare. It was none of his business. He wouldn't even ask. He just sat.

[Assistant] Angel was hesitant. She moved a strand of hair out from in front of her face. She saw the cookies. She blinked. Then, she frowned and raised an eyebrow. She was suspicious but was also confused.

[User]
Andrew glanced at Angel out of the corner of his eye while he ate. She did not seem to trust him. Perhaps it was just that he was still here, being in the room was a waste of his time. So when he finished his cookie he stood up to leave.

Before he could go, he remembered she hadn't ever gotten into bed. She'd been in the floor. He didn't understand this woman at all, wouldn't the bed be more comfortable? Was she really that weak, that she couldn't get up?

"May I lift you onto the bed and walk away so you can get some sleep?"

[Assistant] Angel has since lifted up a cookie and sniffed it. She blinked and looked at him. She frowned a bit and found herself merely shrugging. That also confused her.

[User] Andrew tucked his left cuff into his glove. He crouched down and looped one arm around Angels back, the other under her knees. He clenched his jaw to try and hide the strain as he stood up and quickly leaned to let her down on the bed. He was relieved he hadn't made any noises while strugling to lift the weight of a full grown human.

[Assistant] Angel gasped. She would have struggled but she was stunned at the moment. Her jaw had pretty much dropped. She was also quite speechless, unable to really say a word as he did that. She did gasp again though when she landed on the bed after that. She frowned and looked at him. She was surprised he had actually did that. She finally took a bite of the cookie she held in her hand.

[User] Andrew moved away, picked up the plate from the floor and set it beside her on the bed. The apple rolled off the plate across the bedspread but Andrew caught it under his hand before it could roll onto the floor. He moved to put it back on the plate with the remaining cookies, but thought better of it. He held it out, offering the apple to Angel if she wanted it.

[Assistant] Angel blinked. She hesitated. She was silent for a moment or two. However, she found herself slowly reaching out her hand towards him after that.

[User]
She was moving so slowly. Andrew tried to be patient. He knew she didn't trust him. But if she was going to take the food anyway why didn't she just take it at once? The way she could drag out a single movement only reminded him that this was insane. To feed the person trying to kill you, to treat her like a guest was a dangerous bargain. Perhaps one day she would be taking food with one hand and raising a weapon to take his life with the other.

Andrew moved the apple closer. It would be faster if she didn't have to reach as far. He really didn't want to be around the person that wanted him dead any longer than necessary.

[Assistant]
Angel blinked. Before she could even register what had happened, the apple was in her hand. She frowned and looked from the apple to the beast. Suddenly, the one question that had been in the back of her mind sprang forth.
"...why?"

[User]
Andrew scratched his elbow. Now that she questioned it, he supposed this wasn't directly connected to preserving his life. She could sleep on the floor and still learn he was innocent, not out killing people. She could wait for breakfast to eat, and still gain strength to go find the real killer.

If he treated her like a guest, she would be more likely to be in his side. That was why he was doing this, right?

Right. No reason to consider anything else. He had his answer.

"So you know I'm not trying to kill anyone, even you. I woke you up so you could watch the Thunderstorm with me, but then you looked" he didn't say upset "hungry, so I brought you food. It's the most normal thing in the world."

[Assistant]
Angel narrowed her eyes.
"You should have killed me. Then you would not have to worry about your life."
She pointed out the obvious.

[User] "I don't kill people. I need you to understand that." He said bending at the waist to lean his head down to eye level with her. "I am going to live, and so is everyone else if I have anything to do with it."

[Assistant]
Angel blinked.
"maybe I would like it if you...got rid of me."
She looked away. She felt like a failure since she failed at her goal that brought her there in the first place.

[User]
Andrew stared at her and he had a sinking feeling she wasn't exaggerating. He sat down at the foot of the bed and folded his hands in his lap. What do you say to something like that he wondered.

"Why?"

[Assistant]
Angel narrowed her eyes. She frowned and sighed.
"..why not?"
She looked away.

[User] Andrews voice exploded into a lecture "To help those people! Someone out there, like me, isn't controlling themselves and people are suffering for it! These people need help! Who's going to help them? Me? No one will have anything to do with me! I can go roaming the woods looking for a murderer, but  anyone that finds me is going to try and kill me. And I deserve it. But I'd rather just live an isolated little life knowing everyone around is safe. But they're not, and you can actually help them. Isn't that what you wanted? To-"


[System]
Age: 20

Sex: female

Personality: Bobby is a very calm and rational individual. She is neither outgoing nor introverted - she finds herself somewhere in the middle. She likes to have a non bias approach to things and tries to rationalize everything she encounters. That is why, when eerie happenings begin to take place in her city of residence, she is deeply disturbed.

Equipment: flash light, extra batteries, two water bottles, some cans of food, long knife, blanket, and pocket knife containing a blade, saw, cork screw, screw driver, can opener, and scissors.

Bio: Bobby was born to wealthy parents, both being highly acclaimed surgeons. She spent most of her childhood and teen years alone as they were rarely in the house and were emotionally unavailable. Even though she lived with her parents until the age of 18, when she left for college, it almost felt like she had always lived alone because of their absence. She also had few friends growing up. Because she was constantly alone, Bobby amused herself with exploring. She would go into gated off areas or explore abandoned homes. Her curious nature is what lured her out to discover what was happening in the mountains. She went to college right after high school. To her parents dismay, she went for history and geography rather than medical like they had hoped for. She lives in the dorms on campus with a roommate who parties every weekend and finds that she feels the same sense of independance that she did at home.

[User]
Ole Top Bar Kings Point,West Virginia

4:30 PM

The sun was finally about to sink into the hills that lay beyond Kings Point and the small but vigilant police force were all over the town square waving to lumberjacks and miners coming back from work. They might have been friendly on the outside but in the inside they were scared hoping that no hiker would be foolish enough to go back into the mountain...but they were wrong.

Inside of the lively bar was a large table with just a single person waiting,his name was Ledger, and he was hoping that he wasn't the only one to take on the challenge of finding who was responsible for these murders. All around him lumberjacks were laughing and having a good time not noticing the sore thumb sitting by himself with just a half-empty beer beside him. He gulped at the notion of going on that mountain by himself and promised that by nine if no one showed up he would stay at the local hotel and by the next day would make his way back to Wheeling but then he heard the door chime ring.....

[Assistant]
Britany pulled her farm truck into the bar's parking lot. She didn't know King's Point well, but as with all small towns, finding the bar is often the easiest thing. She watched the many lumberjacks come and go, reminding her of when she used to watch her dad go to work with the other miners. She missed those days, where life was easy and carefree. Back then, she had dreams, goals. Now, it was just another day, and another paycheck to get her by, and keep her dad alive for just a bit longer.

Stepping down from the truck, she already knew eyes would be on her. But Britany was used to it, colored hair often had that reaction, especially in these areas where everyone knew everyone else. Smiling at a cute lumberjack, sweaty and grimy from his work, who also smiled back, she hiked up on her tiptoes to reach into the bed of her truck. From there, she lugged out her hiking pack, and sling it over her shoulders. Turning back toward the lumberjack, she saw the color drain from his face, and he quickly skittered away. She huffed. Looking around at the rest of the town, they were all staring at her in horror. Clearly they were all on edge, and thought her a lunatic for what she was about to do.

Shrugging, assuming she'd find no romantic prospects here without the million dollar reward, she started toward the bar. Pushing through the open door, and looked inside. For the most part, it was almost the same scene as back home. There was a heavy air of cigarette smoke despite the laws that said no smoking indoors. The bar had a large amount of husbands that were putting off going home to their wives and a couple of the local skanks sniffing about for an easy lay. There was even a few clearly too young minors in the back corner, probably only allowed because they had money, and wouldn't cause trouble.

There was, however, an outlier. He looked incredibly uncomfortable, and certainly didn't fit the crowd. That meant he wasn't from here, which meant he was here for the same reason as her. Smiling lightly as her eyes pass over his, she moved to his table and sat down, meekly saying "Hi."

The waitress, an older lady, who'd likely been working here since she was in middle school, came over. "What can I get ya hun?"

"Just a Coke please."

Drink now in hand, Britany couldn't bring herself to strike up a conversation, wondering if anyone else would show up.

[User]
Jacob had just left the hotel he had checked into and was walking down the street towards the local bar. He brought along his heavy hiking pack knowing that he might have to spend the night in the woods at a moments notice. He noticed the many groups of Lumberjacks that just stared in horror at another hiker that might also die like the rest and paid little attention to them, keeping his head down. His pace quickened, wanting to get out of the chill air.

 The bar coming into sight, Jacob opened the bar door, hearing the chime ringing above his head, his eyes scanned the room and quickly noticed the girl the multi-colored hair, he knew right away that she wasn't from here and the other guy sitting at the table seemed shifty. He swiftly approached the table and took a seat and nodded to the two already at the table. A middle aged woman came over and took the new customers order, "What will it be?" The waitress said with tone as cold as cement. "I'll have a bottle of beer, ma'am." The woman
Nodded and went behind the bar to get his order. "I assume that we're early then?" He said with a sliver of a smile on his face.

[Assistant]
As soon as Bobby pulled up to the bar, she reached for her cigarettes. She needed to calm herself. When she heard about the call for help, to discover what was up in the mountains that was taking lives at random, she was more than interested. Bobby had always been an explorer - the money was just a plus. The thing was that, whenever she did her exploring, it was always alone. She knew there would be others who replied to the posters. She wondered what they were like and what it would be like going into mountains with other people. These thought occupied her mind as she lit up a cigarette and slowly made her way into the bar.

The scene was just as she'd expected. Men shooting pool, lonely women at the bar, looking over their shoulders for a suiter, middle aged men with balding heads sitting by their lonesome, drowning their sorrows in drink. And then Bobby saw a table where three college aged youth sat. All appearing to be in awkward silence. She assumed these were the people who had replied to the posters.

"Hi," Bobby said meekly, coming around the table and hesitantly taking a seat. "I assume all of you are here because of that poster they put up."

[User]
Kyle felt very out of place in his shiny blue Prius as he pulled into the parking lot full of loud, mud covered trucks. He could feel the stares of the lumberjacks as he exited the car wearing a madras shirt and cargo pants.

He grabbed his backpack from the passenger seat, and put it on one shoulder. As he walked past a couple of rough looking lumberjacks smoking, he was almost expecting one of them to spit at his tennis shoes, and say something along the lines of "What are you doing here, city boy?"

Thankfully, nobody did that. However, Kyle was still a little concerned about his car. He just brushed it off, and went into the bar.

As he walked in, he spotted the table of people that he presumed were others that responded to the flyer. He walked up.

"Excuse me, are you guys the people that responded to the flyer?"

[Assistant]
Just as Ledger was about to get out of the dim bar it seemed that fate would have none of it as college-aged students started pouring in almost simultaneously. The first to enter obviously knew who was on this offer for adventure and money and quitly sat next to him. The young women said a quick "Hi" to him but Ledger was silent as the next sore thumb came into the bar.

A man sat on his left side and spoke asking if he was early. "Nope." Ledger said to him grinning as two others came in and found themselves at the "round table". "Well this is almost comical!" Ledger said laughing," I was about to leave when everyone decided to pour in. Is there anymore then?" He said looking around the group and then back at the door to see if another would come in.

[User]
Bobby looked around at the four others who had congrigated to the table. She too had her eyes on the door. Was this it? Out of the thousands of students who attended the college, only five -including herself- had answered to the call for help? The group waited for a while, but none others joined them. Now it was Bobby's turn to look back at the students. They all had some sort of hesitance written on their faces. This whole thing was a mystery. But it seemed the five were on their own from here on out.

"I don't think anyone else is coming," she said, tapping her fingers on the wooden table.