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BASIC
Goes By (Nicknames): None currently available.
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Race: Human

APPEARANCE

Face Claim (Actor/Actress They're Played By): TBA / I've yet to find an actor for this character.
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Blue
Skin Tone: Slightly pale.
Height: 6'2
Weight: 170lbs
Build: Lithe, somewhat muscular.
Weapons: Twin swords, multiple daggers and knives hidden on him.

Overall Appearance:

Dark features, Visible, jagged scar that runs down his right eye. Various scars are hidden underneath his clothing.

Ghent is often clad in black or dark grays.
Most of his clothes are made from black leather; his cloak has a hood and a mask to cover the lower half of his face if needed. He has various weaponry concealed; he often wears fingerless gloves, laced up bracers, and boots.

PERSONALITY

Likes: Gold.
Dislikes: Talking, poverty, people in general.
Strengths: Picking locks, leadership, agility.
Weaknesses: Stubbornness, Greed.
Fears: Loss, failure.

Overall Personality:

Stubborn | Calculating | Complicated | Quiet | Incredulous | Shrewd

Ghent's family was very often poor and lived in a lower part of a small, poverty-stricken town. His mother passed away shortly after giving birth to her second son, Garth. Ghent was ten years in age when she passed.

Ghent's father turned to drinking heavily and he came to blame his children for the loss of his wife. Fearing for Garth, Ghent took matters into his own hands; at the age of thirteen, he took his younger brother and left home, never once looking back.

Life on the road was not an easy one, but Ghent was determined to tough it out so that they would not have to return to their father. At first, Ghent began with petty theft; he stole what was needed in order to keep them alive, they took shelter where they could and lied whenever questioned. As the years went on, they moved up in the world. After years of practice, Ghent became a highly skilled thief. This was the start of a life he would live well past his teenage years.

* * *

Ghent has an eerie calmness about him and his emotions are seldom ever shown. Because of this, he is very difficult to read -- almost impossibly so. Ghent handles matters in a diplomatic way and doesn't often resort to violence unless necessary. For the most part, he is quiet and reserved, therefore much of his past is unknown.

Deep down, Ghent does have a heart, though he does his best not to show it. He'd be the last to admit it, but he has a soft spot for those in need.

BACKGROUND

Date of Birth: ? Have to calculate that. ,_,
Place of Birth: Outskirts of Laketown. Not quite within the town, though close.

Family Relations:

- Garth (younger brother)
- Lydia (Mother; deceased)
- Vincent (Father)
- Kaiden (cousin)

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Right after Bilbo opened the round, circular door, a bunch of dwarves fell through the doorway, and landed flat atop each other upon the floor. Behind them, the strange wizard he spoke to earlier, Gandalf the Grey was there, poking his head through the door, looking at Bilbo with hope, and a light shrug written on his face. That wasn't all...

A feminine face looked through the door at the Hobbit before them, who appeared to be looking at the wizard in exasperation, as if he knew that he was involved with this strange intrusion. Except this female appeared to be an elf...with curled horns being upon her head.

"I told you this was a bad idea", the female told the wizard next to her with a narrow of her apparent yellow-green eyes. She had straight, back-lengthed ashy-brown hair trailing down her back, along with a black cloak draped around her figure, trailing down to her feet.

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Bilbo could only stare in a mixture of confused dismay. The hobbit did his best to count the number of intruders, but then an all too familiar face peered down upon him. "Gandalf!" This was beginning to make a bit more sense. Were these his guests? Bilbo opened his mouth to give him a piece of his mind, but he clamped it shut when he saw that there was a woman now too. This female was unlike any others he had ever seen, and he could only stare with wide eyes as his mind made feeble attempts to understand just what was going on.

"I do not understand," Bilbo moved aside as the array of dwarves got to their feet, each talking, some joking, others mumbling things that made little sense. For so many to see him in his robe and pajamas was rather embarrassing, and so he mumbled a hasty 'excuse me' as he retreated into his room to change.

Now properly dressed, Bilbo returned, just as Kili was helping Fili move a keg of ale into the dining room. "Put that back!" The scolding seemed to go out one ear and out the other, for Kili was making jokes and laughing with Dwalin about some ale that had been spilled earlier.

Cursing his misfortune, Bilbo fixed his suspenders, and he now faced Gandalf for the third time that day. "Did you invite them?" The dwarf glanced from him to the woman with uncertainty, and then he heard a dish break with a quick call of 'sorry!' from Bofur. This day could not have gone worse, he was sure of it.

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Groaning, the strange woman proceeded to walk over the crumpled group of dwarves on the ground with her elegant legs that appeared to be covered with a black bodysuit underneath her cloak. Keeping her head down, she followed the wizard inside the small home with her head down to get through the door, though she didn't get too far inside, just moving herself towards the fireplace.

"Now, now, Bilbo, no need to get so upset!" Gandalf protested with raised eyebrows. "They're quite a merry gathering, once you get used to them. All will be explained shortly when the leader of the party arrives."

The she-elf was sure that Gandalf would become concerned about her, ever since he tried to help her with her past. She heard laughter and singing coming from the dining room and the hallway, where the potential inhabitants she has to help take to the mountain. At that moment, she had to keep herself refrained if she ever wanted to redeem herself, and repay for her mistake. It was the only advice that was received.

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"Their leader?" Bilbo seemed only capable of asking questions. One of the dwarves happened by with his prized tomatoes, and instinctively he snatched them away. "No, no. Put that back," he scolded a dwarf with hair resembling the coloring of a skunk, and instead of a response, he was given complete gibberish in return. The chair he'd been carrying was not put back, rather he carried it along to put into the dining area.

Too much was happening, too much was being said, and no answers had been given to him. Bilbo's patience was wearing very thin, and he clenched his hands into fists as he prepared himself for a heated rant. "They pillaged the pantry. I'm not even going to tell you what they've done to the bathroom, they all but destroyed the plumbing." The hobbit made his dissatisfaction known, and in vain he tried to put things away that had been misplaced. "I don't understand; what are they doing in my house?"

"Mister Boggins! Where do you keep your tankards?" Kili entered the room as if he'd lived there his entire life; he didn't seem quite shy. "Or do you drink from bowls?" The question was quite serious, though to Bilbo he felt that Kili was poking fun at him.

"They are in the cupboard," the hobbit snapped, though Kili barely heard him, he was too busy looking to Gandalf in wonderment. This was Gandalf the Grey, and he had heard plenty of tales about him. "Kili! Hurry up, lad!" Dwalin bellowed from the adjoining room, and the youngest turned to leave, though he could not help but notice the lone figure near the fire. This was definitely not a hobbit, nor a dwarf. She was too tall for that. Who was this, and why did he feel that he'd known her?

For once, Kili was not quite as bold as he may have been. Normally, he might approach and ask for himself, but he was a touch intimidated, though completely curious.

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Gandalf the Grey couldn't help but feel a little sorry for the Hobbit. Although he did promise the dwarves a place where they could dine, and meet up. It just wasn't entirely up to him. He had to at least keep their hopes high. But upon noticing the young dwarf take a glance at Saeril in curiousity, Gandalf knew for a fact that sooner or later, he would introduce him and his brother to their "second mother" soon.

"Why don't you go say hello?", he asked Kili, right after he heard the call of Dwalin from the dining room. "Don't worry. I will handle the set-up", the wizard kindly placed a hand to the young dwarf's shoulder before giving a wink, and moving off to help with the rest of his dwarven companions.

Saeril was just staring at the hearth of the fire with a glare of guilt and a hint of sadness. She knew she couldn't get too close to the others; even if she did out of nowhere. Unfortunately, only Fili, Kili, Dwalin, and Balin haven't seen her come in, and would be deep-down terrified of her deformity. But hopefully, Gandalf will get them to understand.

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Kili smiled his thanks to Gandalf, and he felt quite good about himself. For once, he felt equal to the others, for he was to be one of the company to reclaim the homeland of their people and kin. Thorin would not cower from this mysterious figure -- why should he?

With that thought, Kili decided to get some answers for himself. The dwarf was really very light on his feet, and so he barely made a sound as he approached the woman. Gandalf had encouraged him to say hello, and therefore he knew she could not have been a threat, though he remained cautiously curious all the same.

He'd reached the fireplace, though he kept a few paces away. In order not to startle her, he cleared his throat to make his presence known. What should he say? Mahal only knew that it took him half the journey to Hobbiton to plan out his greeting to their host.

Falling back on Gandalf's advice, he believed a simple hello would be enough. Despite being a touch intimidated, he faced her, and the odd feeling that he knew who this was never seemed to fade away. "Um...hello," he offered a hesitant smile, and he was rather transfixed by her appearance. Was this an elf? A human? Kili had seldom traveled until now, but in his inexperienced opinion, she looked to be neither.

"I'm Kili...I came here with my brother, Fili." The prince introduced himself, then paused. "Did you arrive here with Gandalf?" Out of politeness, Kili did his best not to stare, but he had never seen someone like this, and no one had mentioned her being there.

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Saeril sat near the fire, and stared at its hearth. The memories were enough to flash back at her; memories of two young dwarves she grew fond of from within the shadows, while covering the disturbance of an appearance that every race grew to despise. It was fear, not anxiety that drove her away. How could anyone love someone that had the appearance of true evil? Not them, she concluded to herself.

No, that couldn't be it, could it? What if they weren't afraid? What if they already accepted her presence? What if...they already knew what she looked like? Have they heard the stories? What if they saw her commit such evil? Were they already despising her? Did they even care? These repeated questions and constant thoughts inside her head haunted her. For days and nights, almost to the point where she can't sleep, it was a parental paranoia within her that truly scared her.

It was a repetitive wheel within the fire before her...and the last thing she didn't expect to hear, was the voice of said-child. Slowly widening her yellow-green eyes, Saeril cautiously turned her head to the source, which almost made her jump out of her Elven skin. Was it true? Did Gandalf stay true to his word? Getting courage, she kept her ground. "I did come with Gandalf, yes", she answered him, gently, and almost motherly. "I'm Saeril", the she-elf introduced herself, keeping her gaze on him, but not as uptight as before.

It was quiet, and Saeril kept it that way for a hesitating moment when she looked back at the fire before her. She didn't want the tension to turn awkward between them, and she didn't want to frighten him. "Do you know who I am, Kili?", she asked the young dwarf, almost cautiously, making sure that what she was seeing was real.

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Kili found her response to be just as mysterious as she was. How could he have known her? Did she know him? While he normally may have said no, he did sense something, and so he hesitated. Brows furrowed, he rubbed the back of his neck in a nervous habit.

"I feel that I know you, but I have never seen you." This confused the young dwarf; he found this woman to be very gentle, almost in a motherly fashion. Something about her presence was familiar, though her name was not. "That doesn't make much sense, does it?" There was a pause after that, and he found himself wondering if she was well known as Gandalf had been. Was she a user of magic? Perhaps she was royalty. It was now that he wished he had questioned Gandalf beforehand.

Kili turned his attention to the fire as well, though he sideways glanced to her. "Should I know you?" The prince really did wish for more answers, and he was rather frustrated with himself for not knowing. In many ways, he was naive. Some stories had not been told to him, though he had heard rumors here and there...much of the truth regarding their Delva, and her past, he did not know.


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colour code: [color=8FA1B4]
Age: 23
Hair: Black
Eyes: Grey
Height: 5'10" (or so he says)
Marks: * Small scar above left eyebrow from being pistol-whipped
* Nasty gunshot wound scar high up on his outside left thigh, just under the hip joint

Bio:* Mother was one of the palace seamstresses to the Romanovs, father was a brief fling, never seen again
* Grew up in a servant house near the palace, spent his days there keeping busy doing odd jobs while his mother worked
* As a ten-year-old he goes looking for his mother one day, finds her doing a fitting for an extravagant gown with princess Katerina. Sees Katerina in the dress, with her blonde hair, and thinks she's an angel.
*

Siege:
Siege happens when Feliks is 11 and Katerina is 9, the Bolsheviks storming the palace in the middle of the night in winter. Feliks' mother was staying at the palace that night, working hard with the other seamstresses to complete a set of new ball gowns for the princesses for an upcoming Christmas ball; Feliks, meanwhile, sleeps on a pile of fabric in the drafting room. Amidst the chaos of the siege, Feliks is separated from his mother. As he searches for her he sees Katerina running and Bolshevik troops chasing after her and he follows, scared that they might hurt her despite only having met her up close that one time. When Katerina is cornered, he intervenes by kicking out the knee of the guy chasing her; the shot the guy was going to fire at Katerina misses as a result, breaking the window behind her. The guy turns and hits Feliks on the head with his gun to knock him down, shooting him quickly, but this gives Katerina enough time to escape out the window, getting cut on the leg on the way out by a shard of glass in the frame. Meanwhile, the shot fired at Feliks had been poorly aimed, hitting him in the leg near his hip. The blow to his head knocked him out, and he bleeds from his gunshot wound; Bolshevik troops find him in a final sweep looking for Katerina. Thinking him dead, they haul him out and pile him up with the other bodies, where a commoner finds Feliks still breathing and takes him to a hospital.

Meanwhile, Katerina has fled into the city slums, and passes out in an alley after having a bit of a breakdown. She's found in the morning by a worker at a local orphanage, who finds her practically frozen and takes her in. The Bolsheviks had seen evidence of a gunshot and blood trailing off in the snow, and assume Katerina was shot and bled to death wherever she went. Satisfied that there's no way she could have survived a frigid winter night with a gunshot wound, they presume her dead and do not search for her. When Katerina wakes up in the orphanage, her mind has blocked out her trauma, leaving her with no memory of who she is or where she came from. Her nightgown is tattered from the window, and embroidered with the name "Katya" on the sleeve, so the orphanage assumes she is a street child who took the nightgown from somewhere and, with nothing else to call her, dub her Katya.

Weeks later, when Feliks has finally recovered enough for the hospital to let him go, he immediately returns to the castle in desperate hope that he might find his mother. He searches the whole place, but there is no sign of her aside from a bloody smudge on the floor of the corridor leading to the drafting room. Elsewhere in the palace he finds another former servant, a teenaged boy, who tells Feliks that he saw his mother get shot dead. Utterly shocked and feeling guilty, thinking he might have been able to save her had he not chased after Katerina, Feliks wanders the palace in a daze, eventually coming upon the room where he had helped Katerina escape. He sees the stain of his own blood on the floor, the broken window and the blood on the glass. On the floor near the window, though, he sees a necklace; the pendant is in the motif of a jewel-encrusted Faberge egg on a long gold chain. Fascinated by it, he keeps it.

Plot:* Feliks grows bitter and cynical over the years, never getting over his guilt surrounding his mother's murder and regretting helping Katerina in lieu of finding her; he considers selling the necklace multiple times, as it is a painful reminder of his mistake, but he can never bring himself to do it. He never tells anyone about what happened that night, instead always saying that he was at home in the servant house during the siege.
* He gets a job as a tailor's apprentice to honour his mother's memory, and by the time he is an adult he is a skilled tailor. However, the communist regime left the people poor, so the market for tailoring is very bleak; needing money, he figures out that while tailoring is dead, forgery is a booming business, as people are desperate to escape the bleakness of communist Russia.
* Hates the Bolsheviks and what they've done to Russia, but won't join any dissidents because he thinks nothing will come of a revolt but bloodshed.
* On the same day the rumour starts to spread that Grand Duchess Katerina might still be alive and that her grandmother, the Dowager Empress, is offering a reward to find her, Feliks happens upon a woman named Katya, who is looking for papers to travel to Paris. Seeing that she looks remarkably like the Katerina he remembers and surprised that she has no memory of her own past, Feliks has an idea that he could pass her off as the Grand Duchess for the reward money.
* He takes her back to the palace, where he hasn't been since he went back that day after the siege, and shows her around; when they pass by the section of the palace containing the drafting room and the room where Katerina escaped, Feliks gets emotional and says there's nothing down there for them. The pair continue on past and find archives about the Romanovs, deciding to study up so Katya can pass as Katerina. They decide to set up a little encampment there, Katya having no place to live and Feliks currently wanted and more or less in hiding, and stay there for some time, Feliks teaching Katya everything he remembers about royal manner.
* At some point he shows Katya the necklace, and she immediately opens it, revealing that it's actually a locket containing pictures of Katerina and the other Romanovs.
* At some point Katya decides to explore the part of the palace that Feliks has been avoiding, finds the room where she escaped and it triggers memories of her trauma and she freaks; Feliks comforts her and distracts her by telling her the story of when he saw Princess Katerina and thought she was an angel. Katya puts herself in Katerina's place in the story, thinking she's making up the details until she realizes she's actually remembering them, recalling a part of the story that Feliks hadn't told her. Feliks realizes she really is Katerina, and doesn't know what to do.

Misc: * Feliks has a thin scar on his forehead above his left eyebrow from where he was pistol whipped during the siege, and he walks with a bit of a limp, his leg never having returned to full function after the gunshot wound. His injured hip hurts him when he gets up in the morning (feeling better once he gets moving) and if he has to walk a lot, or if it's cold or rainy (it's got hella arthritis but he doesn't know that).
* He's a smoker, and drinks when his leg is really bothering him
* Secretly misses tailoring
* Still sometimes thinks about Katerina even though he resents her (despite thinking her dead)
* While Katya is so focused on her past, Feliks claims to have forgotten the past and only care about the future, even though he's been dwelling on the past his entire life and still hasn't gotten over it
* The tailor he apprenticed under was a former tailor to a member of the imperial court, and he retained his stuffy high-society mannerisms out of spite for the Bolsheviks. He required that Feliks learn to be a proper man ("You must be a man of class to dress one") and taught Feliks proper poise and manners, and also how to dance. Feliks was never a good dancer, impeded by his limp, and hasn't danced since he first learned, though he'll find that he does remember how.
* The tailor who took him in (Mr. Ivanov, absolutely refused to be called "comrade") took on a pseudo-fatherhood role with Feliks, refused to let him roam the streets or get caught up with stealing and cheating like many orphaned children did, wanted him to grow up into a respectable man and also was pretty sure the poor crippled kid wouldn't survive on his own
* Feliks greatly respected Mr. Ivanov and grew close to him; Mr. Ivanov died of tuberculosis when Feliks was 18, Feliks couldn't afford to keep the tailor shop running so he sold its assets and used the money to give Mr. Ivanov a funeral worthy of a high-society gent like him
* Every now and then, Feliks remembers that Mr. Ivanov wouldn't be proud of his new line of work, but justifies it by convincing himself he has no choice.

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Jesus, she was chatty. Feliks had been expecting some simple, unrevealing "I'm an orphan" answer, not a life story. Not to mention the sickening optimism. He would have envied her her naivete if he didn't think it was so foolish. Of course, as he listened, admittedly intrigued by Katya's memory loss, his mind couldn't help but wander to the possibility…

"A lot of children were lost in the siege," he said absently, eyes on the fire. Nearly frozen to death in an alley, huh? He supposed he could relate, though his circumstances immediately after the siege had also involved a pile of corpses and a gunshot wound.

There was a silence between them for a moment, Feliks turning his options over in his mind. He knew it was foolish, and impossible, but he simply couldn't keep Katya's eerie resemblance to Katerina from his mind. But Katerina was dead, he was sure of it. So why did he keep wondering if it was possible?

He supposed the ten million rubles might be part of it.

But it was ridiculous! What, was he meant to believe that God happened to smile upon him today, inform him of the reward offered by the Dowager Empress and then just drop a reincarnated Katerina in his lap? Preposterous. She was dead, long dead, along with the rest of the Vasilievs. Along with his mother, and every other innocent soul the Bolsheviks thought deserved to die that night. That reward was just the last remnant of desperate hope from a heartsick old woman in Paris.

"...I'll see about those papers," Feliks said finally, grasping the arm of the chair by the fire and using it to hoist himself painfully back to his feet. He clenched his jaw with the effort, but held in his usual groan, not one to complain around company. Already stiff from having been kneeling, his limp was a bit more pronounced than normal as he made his way over to his shelf, pulling out a folder and flipping through some delicate-looking documents within. Feliks stared intently at them, thinking. She needed a permanent exit visa to Paris, fine, but that meant she needed a passport to attach it to, which meant she needed a picture and a full name, information on her date and place of birth, occupation, marital status, all manner of overbearing government-required personal details. From someone who remembered none of it. Excellent.

They were just going to have to get creative.

He fingered through some other documents on his shelf, grateful to find a blank copy of a passport document ready to go. "I'll need some more information from you - we might need to fabricate a lot of it - and you'll need to get your picture taken," he explained, not looking over. He pulled a few more things from the shelf and crossed over to the document-strewn table, sitting gratefully at it. "I know someone who can do that for you, though he doesn't work for free. Once that's done, I can have your documents completed in about a day."

Finally he looked up, over his shoulder at the girl by the fire. "Are you living nearby? You won't want to go too far."

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Feliks' silence was a little concerning, but he wasn't calling her crazy, so that was a step in the right direction. As the silence stretched between them, she made sure to follow his lead and stay quiet as well. Not that she was complaining, it wasn't uncomfortable, he was probably just as focused as she was on warming up. The blonde was greatly enjoying the break from the cold with a forlorn sigh of happiness. She had half a mind to curl up on the floor and sleep, the idea of having a warm nap greatly enticing the woman as she hugged her knees. If she caught on fire, so be it, at least she would die warm and not frozen.

Once he would speak, Katya perked up with hopeful eyes. Maybe this meant she would be leaving sooner rather than later! She stayed where she was, turning to watch as he would make his way over to the shelf, curious to see what he was doing. Not that she knew; she had no idea how he would go about giving her the paperwork needed, but she wasn't going to question it. The less she knew, the better, anyway.

At his comment of having to fabricate the information, she gave him a shrug. Not like she had much choice; she didn't know anything, anyway, so it was best to do as he said. She did, however, brighten up immensely as he mentioned he would be able to have everything ready in a day. He was fast! She nodded enthusiastically, though she hesitated as he mentioned the picture-taker-man wouldn't take it for free. Well, she did anticipate this costing her something, so hopefully it wouldn't set her back too much.

"I usually spend the day doing odd jobs, but I can just stay here for today if it's easier for you," Katya said, her eyes wandering once again around the unfamiliar room. Actually, as long as she was here, she wouldn't mind exploring the place. "I'm going to take a look around the place." She wasn't entirely sure why she was even telling him, but the room alone wasn't enough to satiate her curiosity, her now-warmed legs energetic enough to at least take a peek back the way they had come.

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"Have at it," Felikes replied unenthusiastically, looking back down at the table and moving to clear some of the clutter away. Good, she'd get out of his hair for a while. Good thing too, he needed to focus. It was lucky that he had a blank passport ready, but his forged visa stamp had seen better days - precisely the reason he had gone to the stationery. He needed to carve a new one, and it would take up the bulk of the day's estimate he'd given Katya to do. It had to be perfect, after all; he inwardly groaned at the prospect, already dreading hours of testing and tweaking that lay ahead of him.

"Oh, word of warning," he mentioned before Katya was gone, "The building isn't always stable. And I can't finish this until you get your picture taken, so make sure you come back and get the photographer's address before you leave. And try not to get lost." There was more boredom in his voice than actual concern, and he barely looked up from unpacking his purchases. But it was an important warning nonetheless; he wasn't a complete jackass, and he also didn't want to lose a paying customer. Besides, he didn't need to come across a corpse on his way through the place anytime soon.


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Age: Mid-twenties
Description:
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 237 lbs
Eyes: Dark Brown
Hair: Black; Rafe keeps his head shaved.
Appearance: Raphael has made his own attire, reinforcing it as and where it begins to get threadbare or he feels it needs more armor.
Profession: Scout/Scavenger

History: Raphael was born a military brat. His parents met in the service, and married. Military regulations meant that one parent was usually deployed and that he moved around a lot. Some people may begin to resent such a life. Rafe saw it as a series of adventures, and the opportunity to see something new.

This routine continued until shortly before the outbreak went public. Rafe was with his grandmother as both parents were among those activated to try and prevent the end of the world. Unfortunately, Raphael never saw his parents again. His mother could have survived; As she was aboard an aircraft carrier last he knew. Raphael was unable to dwell on his parents as he had his grandmother to look after.

Luckily they were in a small gated community outside Portland. The first few months were fairly easy. Rafe would make the occasional foray for the medicines his grandmother needed, or for something he wanted. It was on these ventures that Raphael developed his preference for stealth; A skill he further developed as he grew older. Sadly his grandmother passed while he was on a run. He returned to find the little community in shambles.

They had traded and worked with the group that would eventually found Lasthope, and so the youth sought them out and joined them. Even after moving he continued making scavenger runs; Even if it meant he'd have to sneak off on his own. This behavior most likely contributed to the work measures being enacted. Rafe however didn't stop even after the rule changed. If assigned to something he didn't want to do he would sneak off.

He would always return with something someone needed, or something the council desired. This offered him some protection from punishment, his exploits however drew the attention of Mr. Raintree. Rafe's size made him a natural in Trooper training, his predilection to stealth and years of practice made him a natural for Scout training. A requirement was that he'd stop sneaking off alone.

After finishing his training Raphael disappeared into wilderness for days. He'd return usually with something the scavengers couldn't find locally, and if asked he'd admit to sneaking into Portland from time to time. Sometimes what he brought back was something strange. Of course the strangest thing he ever came back with was Athena.

Raphael raised the puppy, training it to respond to a combination of words and gestures. She became Raphael's primary source of social interaction. Rafe gets a number of strange looks when he holds public conversations with the animal.

Skills:
Scavenger: Raphael has a knack for finding what he's looking for, almost as if he knows exactly where to find it.
Stealth: Rafe is infamous for his ability to just disappear without a trace; An ability he uses to assist in his scavenging.
Sewing: While he has received a number of compliments for his abilities in a scrap, Raphael has always been commended for his skill with a needle and thread. Especially for what he's done regarding his own clothes and the dog's harness.

One of the first thing Raphael scavenged was this tool. The tip of the thick, 20" blade has been ground into a chisel like tip. Rafe uses the machete as a prybar, an axe and when necessary, a weapon. The plastic handle has since been replaced by leather wrapped wood. The machete is slung on his back.

Rafe's preferred weapon of choice. He keeps his arrows in a drawstring close bag, this quiver hangs from his belt. He has two different arrow fletchings; The feathered fletchings he uses upon the living, the brightly colored varnished cloth fletchings he uses on the dead.

Raphael has a pair of knives he prefers to use when he's too close for the bow. The roughly 5" blades are cleaned regularly to avoid contamination.
Rafe made this bag to carry his gear and what he's salvaged. It has the typical double straps so it can be worn across the back, and it has a long strap that can be unrolled to allow its use to wear it like a totebag. The bag is made of a thick green canvas.
Raphael carries these pulleys so he can lift Athena to areas she can't climb to. He has also used this tool to clear rubble.
Rafe carries a trio of blankets tied to the bottom of his rucksack. Aside from the obvious use; He uses them to wrap breakable salvage and bits of cloth that catch his eye. To protect the blankets he has a length of oiled cloth he wraps around them to keep them dry.
Rafe keeps a sewing kit on him at all times. This kit, comprised of a number of needles and several feet of thread wrapped around a thin piece of cardboard, is what the scout uses to repair end upgrade his gear. In the direst of emergencies he can use this kiddo close wounds.

 Athena is Raphael's constant companion, best friend and dog. She is a quiet dog, barking only when the situation calls for.

Athena wears a homemade harness similar to the image above. Rafe constructed it based on the tattered remains of one he discovered. The harness allows Raphael to hoist or lower Athena to another level where necessary. It has a number of small pockets and like Raphael's clothes Athena's harness is also armored and upgraded when Rafe finds something that he thinks will improve it.

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Amir nodded at James' remark: Benny's death was an ill omen for what may come, as far as he was concerned. Still, just because things may go wrong didn't mean that Amir would turn into a fatalist. The pair continued to make small talk as they entered the falls, at which James led Amir over to Amelia Wintergarden – or Petra, as most called her. Amir and Petra had never spoken, though he knew her by family reputation alone. Her and James appeared to be pretty close. He stayed quiet as the pair talked, trying to get a sense of how close they were, exactly. It was a pass-time that Amir enjoyed: the analysis of a person, who they were and are, their relationships, and the things they communicate with the way they communicate. So far, all he had picked up was that Petra seemed to be a bit of a downer, as she began to talk about their collective future as cannibal lunches.

Still, before Amir could learn much more about the pair, James was pulled away to treat one of the expedition members' injured dog. This left Amir alone with Petra, whom he still hadn't spoken a word to. He took his gaze back away from the situation developing with the dog, and back to face Petra. What he hadn't noticed before was how beautiful she was – he was likely too distracted by the cannibal talk. He then realized that he had opened his mouth to talk and had forgotten to do so, which left him standing there like an idiot. Then Amir blinked twice, and shook his head, allowing his brain to catch up with the rest of himself.
"I'm Amir," he said with a smile. "Amir Jones. Although Cannibal Flute has a nice ring to it, don't you think?"

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Just when she was about to shift gears in her conversation James was seized by reality but he did leave the other Doc who for a moment looked adorable as he struggled to think of how to fill the dead air and when he did the effort wasn't half bad.

Amir, nice to meet you Mr. Amir Jones, back home they call me Amelia but as the Expedition has an Amy all ready I shifted to my also ran; Petra.

I'm happy to hear the image is memorable she says with a soft laugh

Then she sighs and her entire being softens for a moment as she allows her concern for Elsa to filter through her facade of a hard nosed Ramrod.

At least I know I'm in charge and my people know that I am in charge

Anyone can see Miss Roe would rather be stalking game or scavenging the outside. But she appears to be getting the general idea; I only hope she works through the other 5 or 6 stages before anyone else has to die

She bites her bottom lip and turns back to him after seeing Elsa giggle at something one of her team said.

I know I talk bluntly but it is because I love the look on people's faces or to direct someone's thinking into a lane I want them in or out of a bad one.

Look at my people making jokes and talking about what a bitch I can be sometimes, none of it is about Benny.

" Death must not be feared. Death, in time, comes to all men. "

Patton said it best, well a lot said similar things through the ages but I like his the best.

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He was a bit upset that their time in the water was cut off, but he knew Jax was in need of their help. He followed April out of the water and quickly threw his stained grey t-shirt on while slipping on his worn pants. He left the rest of his things and quickly went to April and James, who was close to finishing up with Jax. He watched with a concerned look as he worked on Jax and glanced over to April who watched on with worry. As James finished and listened carefully to his instructions of taking care of Jax until he was better. As James walked away Hector gave a small nod of appreciation and he knelt down next to Jax along side April who looked down to him with worry.

Hector rested a comforting hand on Aprils shoulder and looked down to Jax with a saddened look. He was a good dog and Hector hated to see him like this, but to see April with such worry really hit him hard. He wanted to help, but helping animals isn't one of his talents. He could only help by being there for the two. He gently rubbed Jax's head and smiled. "Hurry up and get better boy," he said softly and glanced over to see Maisy calling for him. He raised an eyebrow and sighed. He looked to April and planted a quick reassuring kiss onto her cheek. "Stay here with him while I go see what Maisy wants," he rubbed her shoulder and turned to walk towards Maisy.

As he reached them he picked up the conversation and crossed his arms as he listened to Jain. He simply listened to Jain with a blank expression and could only mentally sigh. It was true that everyone in this group has dealt with the dangers of wildlife before, but he didn't like how Jain wasn't that worried about it. He especially didn't like the fact that April would not only have to take on a damn bear that almost got her once, but she would also be near Rafe. He watched as Jain went off for her bath and clicked his tongue in annoyance before looking back to Maisy. "Jain may be good when it comes to hunting and such, but I'm not to sure she knows what she is doing," he muttered. "Instead of sending April and Rafe against the furry bastard she should send me and my men, we can get the job done without a single casualty," he stated and shook his head.

@RumikoOhara@Poi

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Raphael listened intently to the instructions regarding use of the paste before taking it. A bad idea or two popped into his head, but as the group was essentially alone he dismissed them handily. Pranks are fine back home, in the field was a different story.

As the woman pulled out the necklace and held it to him her tone of voice changed Rafe smiled. He took it carefully while bowing his head over it. "The thought is immensely appreciated." He said as he slipped it over his head.

"If your hearing is correct, and it normally is, then I'd best get this back and find out where the bear may be." He said raising the container of paste briefly. "Please excuse me."

With a final smile to the Sprite queen, Raphael turned and headed back other camp. He noticed Jain heading towards the water and figured she left instructions with Maisy. Locating her with a quick scan Rafe made his way to her donning his cockiest smirk seeing who she was conversing with.


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Sakiko
Age
Sixteen
Affiliation
The Order
Appearance
To describe Sakiko Akazawa is pretty straight forward— she's a prototypical youthful teenager with dark hair and brown eyes, with a average height and an appearance that is still developing as she gets older. But even taking that into account there is… something else about her that most people don't notice. A darker presence following her, perhaps one that has made her expressiveness dim and give an appearance of someone who is world weary despite her young age and generally bright demeanor. This of course has to do with her transformation into a mahou shojo; a transformation that alters her appearance to that of a teenaged girl with bright blonde hair and emerald green eyes.
Wish
"I want to punish the guilty."
Soul Gem Color
Gold
Powers
Outside of the standard affair of mahou shojo powers (superhuman endurance, superhuman reflexes, alteration of appearance, etc), Sakiko is quite possibly as a byproduct of her transformation a living divine battery. Though given her aggressive personality and attributes she is hardly one who heals and protects but rather… destroys and punishes. The nature of her "power" is erratic and despite the ability to purify demonic or supernatural creatures with enough focus with this energy it also has a habit of controlling her and to some; makes her unstable. The curse of her transformation is apparent as she can feel good and evil— changing the perspective from optimistic and cheerful to one of a burdening cynic who realizes that humanity is evil, almost inherently. Her wish drives her to punish evil as if she can never escape a wish that has become a unstoppable desire.
Weapon
Perhaps due to her comfortability or innate skill with archery in her mundane life, it was decided that Sakiko's weapon as a mahou shojo is a mystical bow that gathers magical energies forged akin to arrows. The bow appears primarily in ivory colors with mystical markings that glow brighter with each increasing intensity of attack.
Personality
A few years ago, Sakiko Akazawa was the average girl from Miso City— idealistic, cheerful, and optimistic. But in the time since the ever-smiling exterior of Sakiko has shifted into ingenuity; as if behind her now half-hearted smile exists a girl who is burdened by life and the consequences of the world she lives in. A case that is definitely true. In the present day, Sakiko is more of a cynical realist who looks to everyone with a gaze of distrust and wary discontent; a fact that has isolated her completely from her former friends despite the intent of some of her more determined friends trying to attempt to see Sakiko's turn towards cynicism, anxiety, and distrust reversed as they miss the girl they knew before tragedy consumed her. Intentions that whilst noble (albeit a bit selfish) have not resulted in any notable change in Sakiko yet.

Beyond Sakiko's cynicism, angst, dread, and other pessimistic traits there is still the same person there was before her sister's murder occurred in some part. Her confident bravado, sense of humor, and dedication to what she cares about is all still very present. Though some of these traits have been twisted by her experiences as a mahou shojo as evident by her streak of overbearing arrogance in not only her role as a mahou shojo but in her day-to-day mundane life. As she moves forward in her life she feels weary of her attachments to her "old self" however, a fact that she reflects on daily as she remembers it was Sakiko before the contract was the one who failed her sister and needed the powers she so desired that have burdened her since.

But despite the burdens placed upon her shoulders, Sakiko is not hopeless in that the world can be changed or protected— she just has misgivings about who she is protecting and their own sinful souls that reside behind a facade of innocence; because there are few who are truly innocent. Even then, Sakiko has sworn not only through her contract but to herself that she would protect others from a fate they don't deserve, that senseless loss and death will not be accepted by her hands. Unlike her peers in The Order she does not have a desire to reverse her "curse" but rather come to terms with it and use her accursed fate to protect others as well as punish the guilty. Sakiko considers her role as a mahou shojo to be that of a forsaken lawbringer; one who has to live with their curse for the betterment of others. It is because of this that sometimes Sakiko considers herself truly unaffiliated with either faction in truth.
Bio
For the majority of Sakiko Akazawa's life Sakiko has known tragedy one way or another, but up until recently she hasn't really been affected by it. Born in Miso City to a police detective, Hitachi, and a educator, Hiromi, Sakiko was never meant to have an exuberant lifestyle that was handed to her on a silver platter— but she always had her family and her friends. Responsibility and death were frequent throughout her childhood as the grandfather that taught her archery died when she was nine and her mother lost her own life to a car accident when she was eleven; events that she pushed herself through for the sake of her sister, Kyoko.

But all of that changed when her sister was murdered whilst she was visiting a friend from school. For it was then that the universe and humanity seemed to reveal their true nature to her. The daughter of a cop, Sakiko did some investigating independently as her grief turned into rage and when the investigations led to the culprit Sakiko would soon begin to see that the truly evil sometimes got away with what they wanted if evidence was deemed circumstantial or some other factor. She wanted a better conclusion for her sister than that; she knew in her heart she deserved justice. Sakiko wished for it. She wished very hard.

And somehow… her wish was heard.

Sakiko joined a contract with a being and became a mahou shojo; a mahou shojo of justice. But it was with this wish that things turned… darker, harsher, and problematic. Things she would learn down the line.
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"フル"
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~Akame and Haku~

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Akame wasted no time in getting her friend the fresh batch of cookies, offering up either of the three faces on the sugary treats. While she did that, she made sure to listen to her friend's explanations. Yuuna had been traveling for some time and doing some investigating of her own so it was only natural that she knew what she was talking about. And frankly, the idea of a Primordial Queen was quite scary. All the more reason to combine the two groups together.

And then came her explanation for all of it, Akame noting how both Haku and Yuuna seemed to glare at one another. From that logic it did seem to make sense. After all, Primordials fed off of negative energy and what was more negative than former friends fighting with each other? It was just horrible.

"Well, it does make sense. All the more reason why we should follow the Contractor's advice and work together from now on," Akame added in, a serious expression on her face. "If fighting between ourselves is causing more problems for the people of this city, then we have to settle our differences right now."

"That's a very positive perspective of things Akame Natsuko," the Contractor observed from the sidelines before it too noticed the appearance of the Primordials. "Well I'll let you girls decide on that in the meantime. But as of now, you can consider this meeting adjourned. Have fun everyone."

And just like that, the Contractor was gone, leaping away and out of sight as the Magical Girls prepared to do battle. Akame nodded to Yuuna's words, setting aside a cup of tea in the class microwave before looking to her big sister. It had been a while since they had fought like this together.

"Are you ready Big Sis? Let's all do our best to win, win, win!" she said aloud, hoping to encourage the other girls. She failed to see the glare Haku gave her, the bespectacled girl turning her gaze to give a knowing glance to Erika. And then she too departed, transforming into her Magical Girl attire and stepping to Yuuna's side.

"Don't talk like we're equals Yuuna. I'm only doing this because our respective leaders think it's the best course of action. And whatever Erika says, I follow. Now please, try to keep up," she said before zipping out of the room in a burst of yellow.

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Yukino Okajima

And that was that, or so it seemed. The meeting ran its course in short order and now it was time for all of them to disperse and deal with the matter at hand which drew them all together in the first place, the Primordials. If there was one thing they could all agree upon it was that they had to eliminate the Primordials at all cost, even the Order knew to put aside their animosity for the Contractor in order to face these monsters. Granted, none of them knew very much about the Primordials beyond that they caused devastation wherever they went and now they apparently had some sort of Queen figure that had been drawn in by the magical girl's divided camps.

"I should be off as well." Yukino stood from her chair and nodded respectfully to the remaining magical girls of both sides. While she wasn't certain as to how well they would work together, the contractor painted a picture of the coming times being insurmountable unless some unity was formed. How serendipitous that their mortal enemy choose to attack in two different locations at the same time which served to peacefully end the meeting and provide an opportunity for them to mingle and cooperate over their shared interest. "Since our more experienced members have gone to the station, I will pursue the bridge. Best of luck in your hunting."

In a flash of green light Yukino was garbed in her Magical Girl attire, sighing pleasantly as the far warmer garb enveloped her while the stalks serving as her weapon wrapped around her natural insulation from the snow she would embroil herself in outdoors. Once again, the hunt was on.

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While she might not express overly hostile enmity for the Hero Brigade, Mitsuki was nonetheless skeptical of the explanation provided. A Primordial Queen arriving here simply because of their conflict? No, that was unlikely. They had not affected significant amounts of the populace after all, and their numbers were not enough to be that much of a draw for something so powerful. No, she had the feeling there was something else going on.

She let none of that slip though, mentally deciding to investigate on her own later. "If you say so," she replied calmly, letting the matter drop. Instead she turned to Ryuko once more, the girl rejecting the notion that they could possibly be friends in spite of all that had just been said. She was a stubborn one, wasn't she? "I'm sorry you think that," she replied in turn. "But I feel that you may find yourself surprised, if you allow for the opportunity." She winked, then let it drop. The proof could come later.

There would not be much more time to discuss things as the announcement of a primordial attack was made, the groups splitting up in order to go fight them off wherever they showed up. That was concurrent with Angel arriving, whom Mitsuki waved at. The group split up, some girls headed off to the bridge, while the others headed off towards the station. Certainly they had enough girls here to handle two attacks at once, though whether it could be done without animosity and conflict amongst those girls there was in doubt.

"Well, I suppose I shall head downtown," she said with a smile, rising to her feet and twirling as she transformed into her magical girl attire. With that done she waved to the others, even as she moved for the door. "Until we meet again." With that she headed off. There was work to be done, and it would not wait for her.

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Ryuko Ishiniwa was not alone in such a sentiment— that much was for certain.

Sakiko Akazawa remained quiet as she loomed in the back with an air of discontent as the meeting seemed to run its course not too long after the retort by the brash yet confident member of the Hero Brigade was shot out. At the center of her gut she agreed with the belief that the notion was ridiculous and a derogation of everything they existed to do as a mahout shojo; in fact, Sakiko was feeling like the entire meeting was a waste of time. Sakiko could've better used her time and resources better doing something useful like patrolling rather than stand and nod as leaders and vocal members of either faction had their piece. It was likely so obvious that Sakiko didn't want to be at the meeting that she didn't even need to voice irritation through a sigh or grumble. But she had been asked to come to this little meet and greet, so she was going to stick to it since she agreed to it.

The next voice Sakiko paid attention to was that of Yukino Okajima who spoke of her intention to head for The Bridge given that it seemed everyone had the situation at the Station handled.

Sakiko nodded in agreeance before looking back to those of her faction who were waiting on her own answer despite how silent she had been during the whole meeting, "The Bridge. That's where I'm going."

Moving back towards Yukino's direction she took a light breath. "Let's make this quick."


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Age: 20

Powers: Mana magic
The first fact about mana magic is that everything that is born, grows, lives and dies is a Mana Well. A Mana Well serves 2 purposes. It is so far the only container for Mana, storing the quantity decided by how old, significant and physically big a creature is. For example, massive trees would have loads of Mana stored in them. Mana cannot be stored in inanimate objects like metal, stone, or anything else.

The second purpose is that it Mana Wells can replenish their stored Mana, over time. Again, Mana Wheels are the only source of Mana so far. Plant-life has a slower Mana recharge rate than animal-life.

Normal beings, when completely emptied of their mana, might feel just a tiny bit fatigued. As mana plays not a single role in their lives, most don't even feel it. Trees continue to grow and animals keep on running around. For those with the ability to manipulate Mana, being drained of it leaves them completely exhausted and very vulnerable.

Mana in its purest form cannot exist outside the body of a Mana Wheel for over 30 seconds. It is also pretty useless in that state. It often looks like a blue, glowing liquid. It evaporates extremely fast and once it has turned to gas, it is useless. So most 'Mages' turn Mana inside their body in Arcana.

Arcana is pure, moldable energy. It looks like purple glass and can be shaped into spheres, beams and shields. Arcana takes the desired shape projected by a mage, but there are detailed. For example, certain shapes, runes and spoken words can alter a shield's property. (The shapes and runes have to be envisioned on the shield on the right, specific place for it to work. Those runes might change the shield so it can absorb heat too. Or be stronger against physical objects. However, they can also weaken the Arcana. For example, the same rune that would absorb heat would make the shield shatter once it touches water. Polar opposite runes or shapes (for example, a rune that protects water and a shape that protects against fire) will cancel each other out in a somewhat violent implosion of Arcana. Some mages might have noted down some shapes in a grimoire. Though such books would be extremely rare and well-guarded. If anything, most of those who can manipulate Mana and Arcana just think up these shapes and experiment with them. With various degrees of success.

Be careful with Arcana though. Runes, shapes and chants consume more Arcana. Would a mage dare use too much Arcana too soon, too fast, they burn out. Resulting in an Arcana implosion and a Mage left without Mana. Which often means their death in most situations.

A final note about Arcana: as said, the runes and shapes need to be envisioned on a very specific place on the arcana when used for a specific purpose. The closer they are to their required spot, the better they will work. Words don't alter properties of the Arcana itself but instead alter its intensity. Long, specific chants can be said to enhance low level 'spells'.

Aether is what you get when you mix Mana with human blood. Most of those who use Mana see Aether as corrupted, impure and dangerous. They are correct that it is unpredictable. But so far, adding human blood to Mana is the only way to balance it out and render it useable. Aether magic, often referred to as Blood magic, can only be used in rituals. Rituals are inherently dangerous due to the unpredictability of Aether. The chanting, specific position of candles and signs drawn with chalk made with the same blood within the Aether are only there to 'suggest' a certain reaction.

Aether is not without its uses though. The effect of the ritual is extremely strong (though always temporary). It can for example increase ones Mana recharge rate dramatically, or pull all mana from all nearby sources into you and increasing caster's total Mana capacity.

The less desire effects are bodily harm, mental torment and physical destruction all around you.

So far, Alex will somewhat know how to 'make' Arcana and know that there is a link between it and some shapes he sees in his dreams. So he is experimenting with it. He knows nothing about the existence of chants nor Aether.

Weapons: None
Bio:
Alex was born with the ability to manipulate Mana. But he only discovered that when he was 14. Before that, he lived a quiet little life. His parents were part of the upper middle class so he had a pretty comfortable life. Untouched by any weird events. Until one fateful day. During PE classes. They were to play basketball and one of the kids threw a rather hard pass towards Alex. Who held out both of his hands hoping to stop it. A small flash of purple appeared and the ball bounced away, without ever having touched Alex's fingers.

His class reaction was not to care and just continue playing, which somewhat surprised Alex. Back in his room he started to experiment by throwing things up the air and holding out his hands in an attempt to stop them. Through observation he started to understand a little what was going on, and so he started to understand Arcana.

A little bit further in time and Alex has gained a form of control on how to make an Arcana shield but also discovered you can keep Arcana in an orb-like shape. From there on, things started to go wrong. You see, power corrupts. And that is exactly what happened with Alex. He started to act like somewhat of douche. Overconfident knowing that nobody could actually harm him. Until someone did. Chad Bower, captain of the American Football team of his school, saw Alex talk up his girlfriend. In a surprise attack, he hit Alex in the bowls. Alex never had time enough to make a shield, so he collapsed in pain. This all happened at someone's house party when Alex was 18. Out of rage he started to throw his orbs around. Shattering walls and destroying furniture.

That quickly became his end. The house was ravaged and surrounded with police. Luckily for him, he didn't kill people, but there were lots of wounded. Struck with guilt he handed himself over to the police without any trouble. The judge quickly declared him a danger to public safety and send him off to Miss. Dawson's Home.

Dreams/Wishes:
In short term, to repent for what he did at the house party so the guilt would go away. In the longer term, he will often tell that he wants the best for those who have powers and for those who don't. A classic answer, though he's a bit afraid to what he really dreams for in his future. Power. Lots of power. Power to be used for good, yes. But after everything, he still craves power.

Evil, Good, Walking the line:
Good in a way that he wants the best for those he loves, likes and live around him. He wants what is best for his environment. But would, if the cause was important enough, resort to maybe somewhat immoral actions. For the greater good.

Siblings:
2 brothers. A younger and an older. The older is currently over sea in Europe studying History. The Youngest just finished middle school.

Pets: None

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The morning was still dreaming of fight he had won, when the morning bell rang to wake him up from his blooded paradise. It was Miss Dawson's voice calling them for breakfast, and to reminde them of their jobs. Azai had been prisoned in here for about a month, but still that wasn't his worst nightmares, it was the job he was assigned to a lounge supervisor, why wasn't he assigned for security instead? He would've even taken a bouncer job, he wasn't much of a people's man or a service guy, he worked in restaurant once and was kicked out because he yelled at a customer.

He woke feeling energetic and did some stretching exercises, to get all the sleep from his eyes, he then went to the bathroom and shaved his beard and had a shower. After he got out he got dressed and went to the window, he stood there watching the outside world as it went by without him, he missed his brother, he wanted to see how he was doing. He was thinking about his monochrom, in all this time that he stayed here, and all types of the training he did, he still wasn't able to fully master it, he was still unable to control who to affect and who not. He took a deep breath and scratched his head in confusion, and decided to drop the subject, so headed out to the mall.

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Monica's eyes opened slowly as the sound of trumpets rang through the air. A rather loud groan escaping her lips as she got up and started getting dressed. Throwing on her normal clothes a black tank top with a button up red shirt over it, and a pair of blue jean shorts. She pulled her brown hair up, a braided strand hanging down lose from her ponytail in her face. She rolled her eyes going into her kitchen, as the voice came over the speakers.

How the hell could that woman be so cheery every morning? It was all she could do not to set someone on fire every time she heard Dawson's voice. Still this was a better house that she had grown up it. At least here she was about to be around other people, to have people that appreciated her gift. They were always happy when she put out the fires they created. Which in its way was slightly bitter sweet, seeing that was the reason she was found out.

Her food being warm wasn't one of her biggest worries, after all it was rather easy and quick for her to warm it back up. Grabbing a bottle of milk she had gotten at the mall, she poured two saucers of milk for her cats. She took the time to love on Ember and Nightshade a little bit, before heading out towards the mall.

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Zaniel was already up and getting dressed when the morning trumpets started playing, he looked toward the window in his room frowning. He made a flicking motion with his hand the shadow of his dark room covering the window, muffling the sound from outside. He could still hear her voice but it wasn't loud enough to randle his brain anymore. Zan didn't really hate Dawson for trapping him here, here he had a place to sleep and food to eat. If anything he hated her because she was annoying. No one wanted to wake up to that voice every day!

He headed out to the garden instead of to the mall like everyone else. He honestly didn't care about the food, never really hungry in the morning in the first place. Seeing that Persephone had already beaten him to the garden he smiled a bit. Every morning he tried to beat her there, still she was always a step ahead of him. It was almost like she either slept in her clothes for the next day or maybe she didn't sleep at all.

He shook his head before walking up behind her, hearing the soft humming as he did. Zaniel concentrated a bit, making a shadow being harder to do without any shade. The shadow going above the garden and blocking the sun from hitting the plants around Persephone and himself. "Good morning Persephone, you're looking lovely today." He said smirking down at her a little bit.

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Jack heard the morning racket from behind his shut eyes causing him to mumble incoherently while he decided if staying inside was worth the hell he'd get later for it. It took a couple minutes before he relented and started to get up, he was a light sleeper but enjoyed getting it once in awhile which was hard for him. Sure they were given all the necessities or more but he hadn't exactly come in without a struggle which he was sure had made him a prime target for surveillance especially given his power and heritage which took away a great deal of credibility from him. After all who would really trust someone who could force someone to do practically anything within reason while revealing the worst of them should it go for long enough? Hell he probably seemed like the perfect stereotyped villain at first with his "gift" though admittedly it did have its uses like getting information out of people or just getting people to listen and act on when he spoke but around here there was rarely a point in exercising it. However, he admitted it certainly could have been worse because they could have just decided to separate him from the pack.

Jack realized he had been tuned out for a little just thinking, something of habit he had developed not willing to give up information so easily and certainly not out loud, and got himself washed up and dressed in a gray, long-sleeved T-shirt with tan pants. He figured getting over to the mall quickly wouldn't be too difficult what with breakfast taking precedence in his mind now that his stomach had started protesting so he began to jog over scanning around him as he did so. There wasn't a day he could remember being the first to get up but honestly he could care less about it just like how long he had been here which to him really didn't matter as long as the damn barrier was up. On the bright side his job was hardly challenging just having to make sure the bowling alley was running properly and playing the occasional game here or there to pass the time while he thought about ways to get out. Then against there were few times when he wasn't considering possible ways to get out but the staff never let him get close probably out of precautions Dawson had taken when she realized what the man was capable of if he got the chance.

Should be thinking about what to eat probably...oh well. Jack thought lazily reminding himself the reason he was heading over to the mall in the first place.

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Trumpets, as usual, kicked Rebecca's morning off. Groaning, she got out of bed, mentally preparing for a new day at the Home. Beginning her short morning routine, she wondered if today would bring anything new. She glanced at the lesser pile of library books on her nightstand, recalling the previous night. Throwing on a nearby dress, she pondered what to read next time she had an hour - or more - to kill. Life at the Home was... alright, but it sorely lacked freedom. Rebecca missed the freedom of her old life, her friends, her parents. Rebecca was ripped from her thoughts as a suddenly heavy towel slipped from the counter. Sighing, she put it in place, finishing up her morning routine with a simple ponytail.

Rebecca began making her way to the mall, stomach subtly growling at her, as if telling her to hurry up. Walking, she looked around the Home, admiring the plants and nature - such things were nearly almost pristine, no doubt thanks to Persephone. In a way, the perfection of the Home was comforting. In another, it was deeply disturbing and clinical, like taken out of a children's book. A light shudder ran down her spine. No matter what, she couldn't quite shake that feeling of being watched like a common pet, something to toy and experiment with. Not that that was entirely wrong - as far as she could tell, it certainly seemed as if Miss. Dawson was watching, waiting, at all hours.

Oh well, Rebecca thought, that's not easily changed, and I'm starving.

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Alex was already awake long before the trumpets sounded the start of the day. Just like always, he was swimming in the lake, training his body. Just to be ready when the time was there. When he had to save someone. He knew he shouldn't wish it, but he hoped it would happen. Only so the nagging guilt would start to diminish. Only just a little. Once he heard the trumpets, he stopped and swam back towards the sandy shore, dried himself off and got dressed. But he didn't go towards the mall. Instead he looked over the lake one more time. The Cherry blossom trees were flourishing. Soon their petals would fall and the lake would be colored pink. Alex smiled. The place was so calm. Not just the lake. He liked it here. He knew that could change. But for now, he had no real wish to escape. Not yet. Though he knew that opinion was popular. So he kept it to himself.

After that he started the walk towards the mall. He was already later than he should be, taking his time to look at the serene lake. To make matters worse, Alex had gotten a craving for bacon. And he liked his bacon sizzling hot.


[System]
Was previously Tibulus Sepitan and Jackson Rhodes
Age/Race/Gender:
 Unknown, Est. Late 20s / Funganoid(?)-Human / Female
 Deceased / Funganoid (see Powers) / Male
Appearance:

 Take a skeleton, add a blue mushroom helmet, give the mushroom gray spots, and the skeleton has blue lights for pupils. That's literally the base appearance for Tibulus. Otherwise, a tight navy jumpsuit is worn at all times by Tibulus, and is never taken off as it protected a large amount of critical vines and cargo.
Occupation:
 Electrician, Botanist and Pilot.
Weapons:
 The only real weapon that Tibulass will carry is her custom made stun blaster, powered by the coherent power of Funganoids being able to create a good amount of electricity with direct contact. The stun blaster is a pistol with no real lethality unless it connects to bare skin. Otherwise, it acts as an EMP and will short-circuit any technology it comes into contact with, but it must be charged with every use and can only short circuit for a small amount of time.
 Besides the stun blaster, she also carries a single glove, able to amplify the electricity generated from being a Funganoid into electrical punches. It causes a similar EMP effect to the stun blaster but does it over an area. The stronger the punch, the more area it will cover. If a punch is too strong, it will cause Tibulass to go unconscious due to an overcharge. Periods of unconsciousness can be from a minute to 2 hours.
Armor:
 Power armor is the way to go, and Tibulus carries around a lightweight full-body shield unit. It coats the whole body in a relatively strong shield, and it shall hold up for a damn good time. When it's depleted, however, it will cause an EMP around her in about a 2 meter radius, and will not work for a good amount of time. Once it's recharged though, the EMP will also be recharged, so there's that bit of tidbitual informationing.
Items:
 - A bunch of rechargeable batteries, which could have had the energy absorbed out of in order to get Tibulus drunk.
 - A photo of Tibulus when he was alive, with his wife and 2 kids, William and Rodney.
 - Multiple cigars. It's rare to see her without one in her mouth.
 - A single snack-pack of Goldfish brand crackers. He wants to find more.
Skills:
 - Tibulass claims she can pilot anything with a simple look over the controls. This has been unproven.
 - Tibulass has extensive knowledge of electronics, and can create incredible things provided you give her resources and time.
 - Tibulass is a botanist, and as such he has extensive knowledge of plant life. From crossbreeding to genetically engineering.
 - Tibulass is a master when it comes to the art of knitting. Nobody knows why.
Powers: The Funganoid is a relatively newly discovered race, taking on the appearance of a parasitic fungus that will attempt to latch onto any deceased life within a good radius and effectively reanimating them and using the deceased as a body. This is not a case of zombies, this is a case of the person being given a second chance at life, as the deceased is reanimated with all knowledge from the previous life that they have experienced, and is largely the same person as they once were. This is overshadowed, however, by the grotesque appearance of the deceased as they slowly lose all of their skin (provided they had any) and become the definition of feared.
 One of the most interesting traits of the funganoid is the unexplained ability they possess. When a funganoid possesses a host, the host gains the ability to conduct a certain kind of static electricity through their bones, and some are even able to channel it into fully fledged thunderbolts of destruction. This is reserved only for the most experienced of the race, and currently only one funganoid was found with this capability.
 Due to their skeletal bodies, funganoids are considered immortal, and cannot die from old age. In addition, the funganoid does not have a need to eat, drink, or breathe, unless they so desire to. They also cannot be afflicted with mortal ailments excluding any sort of brain disease, which is typically passed down genetically anyway.
 Further research is being conducted on the nature of these mysterious beings.
 ~ Professor B. Nan; Head of the Racial Research Branch in [REDACTED]
 Hidden within the confines of their attire, this race of fungal skeleton is able to spread a large cluster of vines out from the confines of their ribs, all seemingly stemming from some sort of heart. These vines are able to act as individual hands, allowing them to perform specific tasks at the will of the host. Using these vines comes at a price, however, as the heart is an extremely vulnerable target to any aggressors, and it can lead to critical health if this heart is hit.
 A rather... interesting discovery of recent times came about with the existence and study of 'Tibulus Sepitan', a retired pilot. From observing him for a short amount of time, it can be deduced that funganoids possess motor skills far greater than any human being currently alive. The subject cancelled the study after a week due to the mental strain it put on his body, and he requested to be moved as far away from
[R͟E̷D̵̸͜A̕͘̕C̀͠T̶̢E̸͝D̶͞͠҉͠] as possible.
 Sepitan was later moved to [R͟E̷D̵̸͜A̕͘̕C̀͠T̶̢E̸͝D̶͞͠҉͠], and further studies have ceased unless he desires to continue them.
 ~ Professor B. Nan; Head of the Racial Research Branch in [REDACTED]
No research has been conducted yet on this topic.
Other:
 Tibulass is believed to have psionic aptitude that contribute to her electrical abilities.
 Tibulus was 5'7" tall, and Tibulass is 5'9".

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Harriet - Medbay@Gardevoiran@Crossfire
Watching with curiosity, Harriet had stood off a bit. Though she could and probably should be making some kind of effort to assist Tib her old habits were kicking in. Probably didn't help that she still barely knew the crew all things considered. As the others reacted the sudden change to one of their crewmate the woman snapped back from her mulling. While she was familiar with the Funganoid biology, there was a lot that still hadn't been properly studied with this species. Realistically she was probably one of the few to be considered a specialist. This development was a new one to her, and nothing observed suggested it had even been possible. Looking at the others she began to shoo them away. "Alright everyone, unless you need some medical attention then let me attend to my patient and figure out what in the world is going on with Tibulus."

Turning back she looked at the again dead skeleton, or at least presumably. Hard to be sure. This would be a task to clean properly. Sighing for a second she turned and walked toward the bathroom that Tibulass had run off to. Stopping outside she spoke up. {color=green]"How are you feeling? Is it alright for me to enter?"[/color]

[Assistant]
The door creaked open slowly, only to reveal Tibulass in the corner of the bathroom, sitting right beside the sink and with the trashcan off to the side. From the way she was leaning against the wall, it was pretty evident that she wasn't having a fun time. Even moreso with the abundance of bile in the toilet in the room. The girl glanced up at Harriet and mustered a few words out of her. "I... knew I was missing... something in that code..."

It had been a bit less evident before, but looking at Tibulass' head revealed two things. The minor thing was a bit of a needed adjustment to a side of her hair, but the other was the bigger kicker. The surgical thread covering a long injury on her head. Even though the wound looked like there was brand new skin covering it and nothing arose, the light shining against the nervous sweat of her nausea-induced anxiety revealed the different texture of the skin against her head. It was a new injury, but it seemed like it was sewn up expertly. It wasn't the prettiest cut, but it was definitely noticeable now that tensions died down.

"... um... c-can I get any sort of anti-nausea meds? I feel like I'm going to fuckin' die."

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@iTem
"Of course, I'll get on that. Don't expect too much though." Harrison walked through the hall to the stairwell and slid down the railing. Once he reached the engine room, he looked around for the terminal, found it, and activated his Focus. After sorting through the various files and downloading the one he needed, he looked around for some tools and the leak. Reading the file, he found the problem was that there were multiple leaks, some small, others not so small. He turned on his suit and went to seal the ones he could reach. Harrison worked in a rhythm and started singing shanties under his breath.

If/when Koren showed up to the engine room, Harrison directed him to some leaks. "There's a couple up there that I can't reach without climbing all over the engine. I don't know what you can do, but i figured you might be able to help there. There's also a couple that need to be held together before they can be sealed and that's a two man job."

[Assistant]
The Juz' dragged his tools along with him as he walked towards the engine room and ate a ration bar to compensate for the energy that he had burned on their earlier adventure. On the way there, he had coincidentally met up with the human from earlier: the loud one. In a fit of courtesy, he still greeted the man with a "Hey, you going to the engine room too?" but it was said more like a statement than a question.

 "Excellent, I needed to speak with you both," instead responded a monotonous and robotic voice. Koren looked at the source and saw SAL who was reminding them about their duties as well as giving them a run down on what the main issue was. He nodded and thanked the robot as he passed him by, noting to download the terminal note so he wouldn't have to keep going back to the terminal if he ever needed to re-read anything. When he was there, he waited for the man, Harry or something, to finish reading before he copied the files and read through them on his holo watch. The Harry person was the first to talk to him as he was busy skimming through the damage reports and notes. "There's a couple up there that I can't reach without climbing all over the engine. I don't know what you can do, but i figured you might be able to help there," the man directed to the visible leaks nearby and Koren visually followed said directions while still trying to steal glances at the robot's notes. When Harry was about to tamper with one of the pipes, Koren immediately blurted out "You probably shouldn't do that," as he held back Harry's arm back so he wouldn't do anything that would make their repairs any harder. "I'm not sure of your skills but you should turn off the pressure for the fuel and hyper-fuel lines first."

 With that, he sends a request to turn off the main lines for the fuels and coolants to opt for the auxiliary lines instead. "If we get granted this, we're going to stop for a few minutes," he told his companion.

 While waiting for the go signal, he whistled for Unaysah to come to him, to which the spider happily scuttled into the engine room with a curious chitter. "Tag the breaks, okay?" said the Juz' as he opened his trolley and dropped a few glowing liquid-like material by the spider's back. As if understanding, the spider started walking around and marking all leaking pipes that she could find with her now glowing webbing thanks to the glowing liquid that marks her back.

 When the permission to turn off the lines were granted, Koren made his way to turning off the main valves through the engine console, prompted a line drain, and turned on the auxiliary lines to keep the ship from moving though with less power. All of which took a good amount of time to do because of how large the ship was.

 "We can follow Unaysah's markings. She should have marked most of it already so it should be easier. But I'm going to need you to man the console for now. Just to make sure that we don't have any fuel or coolants doing returns to the lines. SAL's notes said something about bad valve seals. When the pipes are around 25% finished, you should be able to fix most of the damages here without climbing. I'll go at the top."

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Harriet - Med Bay@Gardevoiran
Observing the couple of things about the new woman, Harriet made a mental note to ask about it later. There were plenty of other things to atend to first. They did just get back from a mission and someone just got a new body. And it was pretty clear that the transition was not going easy. "Right, I'll be back in a moment." She said while briefly placing her hand on Tibulass' shoulder.

Retrieving the medication she returned and offered a small tablet and a glass of water. "It might not be fun right now but you'll have to get this down. It'll work faster that way." Scooting a chair over by the door she took a seat. "It may make you a tad drowsy. We can work out something less potent once you're more stable."

[Assistant]
Without as much of a moment of hesitation, Tibulass grabbed the tablet and glass before tossing the pill back in her mouth and eagerly drinking the entire glass. The girl didn't even take a moment to breathe in between gulps before the entire glass of water was nothing more than air and about four drops of liquid. Taking a few labored breaths as her heart rate lowered from the sudden prospect of a remedy, Tibulass groaned an odd statement. "I haven't drank water in decades..."

The girl took one more deep breath before she spoke again. "... Stryker said something about a morgue patient. They wouldn't have worked... because their body'd be... decomposing. The berserker had a fresh body... and while what I did might... be a little wrong ethically... she did try to kill me. Heh..." The girl chuckled at her own joke before she tried to stand up, using the sink as a handle to keep her from falling over in a fit of dizziness. "... I think... I need a real bed... are there any left in the hold or whatever... you call the cabins?"


[System]
Barely breaking 5', she's quite the short stuff.
Age: 16
Grade: 4th
Nationality: Monarchy of Telemarin, in the cold North. A nation well known for it's iron production and logging industry, protected by vast mountainranges and deep forests. A nation also known for poverty amongst the common people, debt and loansharks controlling large parts of the cities.
Theme: Glare - Maya's frozen glare is well renowned around the entire school at this point, often dubbed the ice queen given her heritage in the cold landscape in the North it has been a title she's accepted. Despite her cold exterior and harsh words however, she's still one to take care of her friends. Indeed, her cold exterior is in strict opposition to her nervous mind.

Bio: Born to Enil Mengsson, the famous loanshark residing in the city of Skeihn, Maya's youth was one of both wealth and happiness. Maya knew little strife, little dissatisfaction as every day was a new experience. Be it a trip to the southern nations of Europa with her father, be it gifts from the common people seeking her father's affection or be it a new dish on her table. Growing up in a world where everyone considered her an equal even to the royal family, Maya's smile offered the plagued souls around her a moment of relief from their pain.

Well, that is until the revelation of what her father was. Maya was never a dumb child, but she was naive, truly naive. In her very early teens she began to understand exactly what type of work her father was doing, and the knowledge that she's living the good life and just riding whatever wave her father offered.. by sending others to the cauldrons and mines. She grew colder to her father, to her friends and to herself, she seemed to fall into a depression. And confronted with this, she figured that if she's going to accept living in luxury, she should have the title, the knowledge and the diploma stating her position. And thus, she convinced her father to sen her to Saint Hirst.

Sample Post: Raising up from the comfortable sheets at the ripe time of 5AM, the blonde girl staggered herself onto her feet. Covered only by a long pyjamas, she took a gentle, prideful walk to the dormitory bathroom, walking as if dancing on pillows. Her back straight, her deep, blue eyes peering forward, it was clear she strode forth with a highborn air. And delicately, she gently pushed the door to the bathroom open, blinking lightly. What's that? Someone else is here already? Her blue gaze locked itself on the poor girl already preparing herself for the day, peering onto her as if the frozen wrath came seeping over the female. Maya blinked again, the girl stepping to the side before dashing out of the room.

'Damnit. Damnit. Damnit. Maya, you idiot. People fear you. Why do they fear you so bad?' She glared at herself in the mirror, the icy eyes hard and and chilly, before finally sighing. It can't be helped. She's the resident queen of ice and tundra, after all. Well, whatever, she'll have to wipe away the single tear and start to apply her makeup. Pushing herself up, she headed back to her dorm room while life seemed to come to in the halls. Noisy. Annoying. She sighed again. And before anything else, she was dressed and ready to head off to class, despite it being a few hours left.

Moving to her kitchen, she began preparing some tea while picking up the newest school news. Like father, like daughter, she thought while reading her papers, occasionally sipping her hot tea. Her left leg crossing her right, her pinky finger sticking out in the air with refinement, and her lazy, cold gaze scrolling over the endless batter of letters that only once in a while formed a word in her tired mind.
 At the very least she could enjoy the solitude of the mornings, she figured as she paced the papers down and instead looked at the sunrise out of her window. Beautiful.

Extras: Her right eye has a golden brand similar to a teardrop, barely visible unless you actually look into them

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Ramona Herrman

The next few moments happened rather quickly. Making the events that transpired seem like a blur.
After having sat down and making herself comfortable... well as comfortable as she could be in unfamiliar territories, the red head was stunned with the vast diversity among the students around her.

The girl with electric blue hair spoke first. She seemed to have a casual yet carefree attitude. However, at the same time she still maintained a regal appearance.
"It's a pleasure to meet you as well. I'm Seyrun Riviathan, of Nordland," She spoke as she turned to face her.
"And this is Miss Sina Segert. We were just getting personally acquainted right now, so it's a pleasure to have you join us.

Ray's left eyebrow rose at the mention of Miss Riviathan's name. As memory serves, Seyrun would be the individual with whom she would be sharing a room. The thoughts having been dismissed once her peers began speaking again.

It was then that the first girl that invited Ramona to the table took the moment to introduce herself.
"And I'm Princess Nadalena Kofenstein of the Espenovan Commonwealth, eldest daughter of King Nikolas the VI and Queen Franziska."
An impressive title to say the least.

The warrior smiled at the trio sitting around the table. She continued to eat her salad slowly, until she suddenly realized that they were waiting for her to introduce herself as well. The others had stated their name, place of origin, and family title. An inconvenience when it comes to Ramona's attempt to hide her background. Normally, she would have proudly announced that she was Ramona Herrman, Master swordswoman of the Knights Order, Germanian chapter. Daughter of the notorious Sir Alexandar Herrman.

But of coarse in this instance, she hesitated. For obvious personal reasons.
"It's nice to meet you all." She began, slowly formulating an introduction that was both proper and vague.
"My name is Ramona..."

It seemed that luck was on the red head's side as Seyrun stood up, interrupting her reverie. She waved in an attempt to get the attention of another stranger who had walked into the dining hall.
"I hope that none of you mind having more company for lunch. It seems like our numbers are about to raise,"
She spoke before cupping her hands around her mouth and shouting; "Miss Fitzregald, we have some more free seats over here, if you don't yet have company,"

Ray sagged back into her chair with the relief of not having to reveal her true identity. At an attempt to move the conversation forward, just in case the others wanted to ask such questions, the swoardswoman noticed a blonde beauty sitting by herself near the corner of the dining hall. Her attention was focused on the Academy Newspaper, an icy exterior seemed to radiate off of her.

"Who is that?" Ramona asked the gothic noble while pointing her fork towards Maya.

[Assistant]
Tilia Fitzregald

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"Miss Fitzregald, we have some more free seats over here, if you don't yet have company,"

When Tilia heard Seyrun calling to her, she stopped in her tracks before switching her direction to where the sound came from. To her surprise, the one who called her over was Seyrun. Yes, that Seyrun, a senpai who was one of the most popular in the school. She couldn't believe it! Why would the famous Seyrun invite her over?

"Ah, thank you, Seyrun-senpai! I was having trouble finding an empty seat! And I certainly didn't expect the famed Seyrun to be inviting my humble self for lunch!"

She gave a deep bow like one butlers would give. She never felt right curtsying.

"I will certainly take upon your invitation!"

Tilia then walked towards their table, making sure to walk in front of Seyrun so she would be able to see her open fly and exposed red-striped panties. She wondered how the famous Seyrun would react to her little "blunder". Would she mention it or would she pretend not to see it just so the conversation wouldn't get awkward?

Arriving on their table, she quickly took her seat and she immediately noticed how the table was filled with all sorts of beauties. Adding to Seyrun who was the cool beauty type, there was this dark-haired lady who seemed to be the princess type, and there was also the redhead that made an impression on the opening ceremony for coming late. And of course, last but not least, there was the girl from the disciplinary committee that gave her a slip this morning. To be honest, this made Tilia a little bit nervous. She didn't feel like her own beauty could match theirs. She also couldn't help but notice how they were all much more well-endowed than her, adding to her little complex. But she also felt excited too, to be in company of beautiful ladies like this.

"Hello everyone! I'm Tilia Fitzregald! Nice to meet you all!

Too bad that girl from the disciplinary committee was here, or else she could act a little bolder towards all these beautiful ladies.

@Inkarnate@KoL@Bushman501

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Nadalena Kofenstein

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Dining Hall, Saint Hirst Academy for Fine Ladies

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Before Tilia Fitzgerald made her way to the table Nadalena used this time to answer the inquiry as brief and eloquently as she could.

In retrospect, Nadalena knew the girl that Ramona had pointed out; in fact, they had once been in the same club together. It must've been some time ago when the self-destructive economic club forgot their entire purpose being that of geo-political economics, trade values, stocks, and arithmetic – instead falling into drama inspired by idiotic presumptions and idle gossip. Nadalena had been one of the few people who had left the club due to the entire situation and honestly didn't care about the drama of fools and self-aggrandizers. She didn't care who Maya's family was and she didn't put that much value in shallow whispers throughout the academy about the subject. But Nadalena hadn't forgotten any of the information, though she didn't consider it very relevant to explain to Ramona.

"That's Maya Enilsdottir of Telemarin. She's a fourth-year student."

As Tilia introduced herself, Nadalena continued to observe before introducing herself in turn.

"Greetings Tilia, welcome. I'm Princess Nadalena Kofenstein, though I believe we are actually sharing rooms this year so you may have deduced that already." She smiled warmly.

[Assistant]
Ramona Herrman

"That's Maya Enilsdottir of Telemarin. She's a fourth-year student." Nadalena answered, her expression pensive as she seemed to observe her surroundings. Ramona could respect that of her.

The student Seyrun had invited to their table began strutting over in their direction. Once she arrived, Ray could not help but notice something mischievous about her smile. That, and the fact that the zipper to her skirt was down. The red head thought it as a simple wardrobe malfunction and nothing more.

"Hello everyone! I'm Tilia Fitzregald! Nice to meet you all! She greeted with a smile and a slight wave.

However, the warriors attention was again, focused on the mysterious blonde sitting across the room. Ray could not help but wonder why she was eating lunch alone when she was a fourth year. Didn't she have any friends? A pang of sympathy struck her heart causing the brave knight to reflect inward. She too was alone at this school. The table also had plenty of vacant seats. There was no reason for Maya to be all by herself.

"Hello." Ray addressed the newcomer curtly. She did not mean to seem rude, but her focus was mainly on the outcast in the corner of the dining hall. With her chivalrous nature having won her over, (as always) the warrior stood up and pushed in her chair.
"Excuse me ladies, I will be right back." She said as she walked toward Maya.
Before leaving however, she wordlessly paused near Tilia only to reach out and zip up her fly. Simply doing so as to not cause the poor girl any embarrassment. The last thing she would do is point out the fact to everyone.

She turned her heel and continued toward her destination. Maya had her head down, reading what appeared to be the Academy news letter. A curtain of blonde hair hid her features forcing Ray to think of a good way to get her attention. Once there, she cleared her throat and placed her hand on the table.

"Excuse me miss... My name is Ramona." She spoke in a calm tone, her smile warm.
"Would you care to join us? There is plenty of room."

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In her little world of boring, irrelevant news, captured by the craftmnship that was printing and words, while closing out the echoes and sounds of the students about, Maya was for once unfocused and off-guard. And so it came to be that someone spoke to her, at her most vulnerable, and she seemed to jump in her seat. The frosty orbs pulled themselves up to the newcomer, curious yet slightly intimidating in nature, while the long, blonde bangs still hung down her face. Indeed, she was still a little sleepy.

"Hmm? Are you speaking to me? she blinked as if confused, her head slightly tilted sideways in an inquiring manner. "If so,
I imagine that wouldn't be very wise."  Her words seemed as cold as her visible aura, stern and even slightly refusing. Yet for a trained ear, a hint of sorrow could be caught, however she quickly adjusted it to seem like it didn't bother her. She was skilled in that, lying to herself to make her seem fine. Whether she was fine or not didn't really matter, in her world appearance is the key to success. Always be on your best side, never reveal who you are. That is weakness.

Maya gave the princess a moment's glance, before retracting her eye after. She'd left their club during the time when the whispers were at their worst, and Maya was certain she left for that reason. The reason that a person of her stature, a princess, could possibly be in the same club as a criminal's daughter, a plight on any a reputation. Shame too, Maya quite enjoyed her company with the girl back then. One of the few she could actually be open about her love for numbers with, atleast when the girl actually gave a damn to listen. Thinking back, that wasn't often.

She looked back up at the swordswoman, offering an... attempted smile in gratitude of the offer. "Do not let my presence cause issues.  She added before examining her. Quite a beauty this one, well trained and with a sweet personality. Strange to carry a sword though. I've not seen you before, Miss Ramona. New, I assume? I worry if you speak with too much, the other students will alienate you.