[System]
Alias(s): 'The Boogieman' 'The Strongest Meta' 'The Lancaster Monster'
Age: Between 23 and 37

Affiliations: Corporate

Factions: The Underground Organization

Description:

Solf is always seen wearing a hood over its head, keeping its face in complete darkness and only allowing its red glowing eyes to glimmer within the abyss. The clothes it is wearing varies but it usually wears all white with barely visible clothes behind the cloth. It can be seen that it has a normal left arm that doesn't appear to show any deformity, but it always shown to be wearing a long, gray glove extending to its elbow. The rest of the arm being covered in its turn by a white shirt. It also wears white boots. Its powers allow it to never have its hood to fall eve by the most violent of shocks.

Powers:
Submitted to God
To reach such a level of power and spreading fear to all officials in the world, Solf's abilities are bound to be of a monstrous gravity. Solf's abilities rest on a very simple activation: Its voice. It does not matter whether it is heard, understood or even possible in certain fields, all it needs to do it talk in unintelligible speech in order to activate its abilities. When done normally, everyone in a certain distance from it can hear its chatter as if it were ominous whispers breathed directly into their ears. The louder it speaks, however, the greater the intensity of the ability.

Apoptosis: Solf's most recognizable ability as it has caused countless deaths in both humans and Metas alike. This ability is capable of interacting with living beings, unlike Recall, and manifests itself as six transparent, almost invisible arms that are slightly thicker than the average, all link to its body. They are only manifested through certain chants. They can be compared, heck they're almost identical to Elfen Lied's Vectors. Depending on the speech's length and intensity, the vectors can stretch to an undefined distance. Once they get into contact with a victim, one alone can easily overpower a member and ultimately crush it either by bending it or squeezing it. Hitting them only causes them to stop for a few seconds before they try to grab their victim once more.
A proof of its power: A bulky fighter with the ability to harden can avoid having his arm ripped, crushed or contorted through sheer force. However, by either screaming or chanting certain words that release a higher amount of power (in both cases, gray smokes spews out of the hood), the arm can be easily toyed with.

Recall: This power is pretty much everything Apoptosis cannot do and vice-versa. Why? Unlike Apoptosis, it cannot affect the composure and body of a living being nor grab anything they could be wearing (weapons are different). Vectors are manifested, by are completely invisible due to the weaker amount of power invested in them, in exchange they can only interact with inanimate objects, whether it is to contort them, crush them, lift them, anything one could imagine. The arm vectors are also capable of changing sized and spreading much faster into long distances through basic chant. The biggest Solf can perform is completely contorting and distort a block of giant buildings in one minute through endless blather of gibberish. As much as they are harmless to living beings, the effects on anything around them may as well make Recall just as lethal as Apoptosis. Cannot be used in tandem with Apoptosis.

God's Will: Solf's body holds a huge amount of secrets, one being that its eyes are barely proof of its sight. In reality, it is capable of using a form of sense that enables near 360 degree vision (it can't focus on the whole circle but it can react to any movement). This makes it particularly difficult to reach it and hit it correctly.

Weaknesses: Solf is unable to run, dodge, fly or perform any kind of relevant melee move. It simply walks and destroys whatever is in its path. Whenever it chants, it requires about two or three seconds for it to amplify the effects of its power, giving easy openings. Its mental health is pretty bad too, making it simple in its actions and only doing tactics if explained and given the order to do so.

Skills:
-No reaction to pain
-The heart and the brain seem to be the only vital spots that matter
-Acute reflexes

Equipment: N/A

Ranking: SS - Let's be real here. It's an NPC submitted to GM control.

Brief History: Little is known about Solf, not even its gender is truly known by officials. It is said that it was one of Isabella's experiments on making Meta's transcend their current powers, just as the US Government did. Solf was the only "success" in this procedure, effectively making it the strongest renown Meta on the planet. The price would be, however, complete disfigurement. It is currently known as an abomination by the select few who saw the results of the experiment.

[User]
Monsters

When the blood pierced his muzzle, Jake tried to yelp in pain but no sound came out. He hated this man. He wanted him dead. He wanted to kill him. Sebastian tossed the dog aside and Jake hit the ground hard but ignored the pain, trying frantically to get the blasted blood muzzle off of his face. He heard the maniac talk with Aya but he didn't pay attention to what was being said. He was too angry to listen. He continued to paw at the blood over his mouth as more blood tendrils approached him. When he noticed them he jumped into an attack posture, even though there was little he could do to them without his mouth beside growl.

But then there was nothing to be done. He heard a dull thud from nearby and then the blood dropped to the ground. Finally free of the horrific restraint, Jake turned to see both Aya and Sebastian drop too. He had seen Aya use her power enough now to know what was going on. She had taken Sebastian to the astral plane. He couldn't decide if that was clever or stupid.

Mouth finally healing, he made his way quickly to Aya's side and sniffed at her to see if there was any sign of her waking. She didn't move though and Jake shifted his attention back to Sebastian, growling through his teeth at him. He too was unconscious. This was Jake's chance. He was going to kill the creep. It was nothing less than he deserved. Nothing less than he had given to everyone else here. He stepped over to the seemingly lifeless Sebastian and stomped his forepaws down on the killers chest. There was enough force behind the blow to leave a bruise and maybe even deeper damage. But that wouldn't matter. He was going to be dead in a second anyway.

With another deep growl, Jake looked down at Sebastian, ready to tear into his throat and and his miserable life...But then something caught his eye.

Jake looked up to see a young girl standing about 50 feet away. She couldn't have been more than five or six years old and clearly a meta if the scales on her forehead and neck were any indication. Jake had met this girl before, although he failed to remember her name. She had been laughing. Smiling...And now she stood, surrounded by death. The expression on the girls face was one of pure horror. Eyes wide and jaw slack. Tears rolled down her face though she had been stunned into silence by the events that had just transpired. Jake couldn't blame her. Sebastian had...Wait...She wasn't looking at Sebastian. She was looking Jake dead in the eye.

Jake suddenly realised what he must have looked like to this girl. A snarling, rage filled beast covered in blood and burns, about to kill a defenceless man...A monster.

Was that what he was? Was that what this girl saw him as? He didn't want that. He didn't want this girl to be afraid of him. There were plenty of real monsters around here for her to be afraid of. He didn't want to be one of them. His head was swimming now and his heart pounding.

He didn't want to be a monster.

-0h

[Assistant]
Though beautiful, the astral plane did little to mask the carnage around her. There was no more iron in the air to make Aya gag, but all around she could see the mangled, half-dissolved bodies. She'd done this. Sebastian may have been a murderer, but who had let him live? Who'd let him remain a threat to everyone in the city? All this death could've been avoided if Aya'd just done the responsible thing when she should've and left him to die. If she'd just done the right thing then…

Aya drifted to the bodies, too weighed down by her guilt to bother moving her legs as she normally did. But then something caught her eye. One of the bodies glittered slightly, and then a starry mist raised from it and dissipated.

The soul, she realized with a start. She'd just witnessed someone dying. She looked around again and found another body beginning to glow and darted over, leaning close to it. She watched as the glow grew and the mist began to rise. Captivated, Aya reached out a hand, and the soul drifted through her feelings. Flashes of emotion shot through her – pain, sorrow, acceptance… for a single moment she was part of that soul. And then it drifted away just like the one before.

A shiver ran through her, feeling that she'd just invaded on something terribly intimate.

Hearing Sebastian's voice, she looked over to find him sitting down, accepting whatever fate would come to him. He was so calm… how could he be so calm after killing so many? Aya just stared at him, trying to understand. She had no reason to fear him here, but he still set her skin prickling. The adrenalin fading out of her system, she couldn't bring herself to feel the rage she'd felt before.

"Tell me where Cassandra is," she finally managed to say.

[User]
Sebastian

"She's at some old base, Avalon or some such nonsense, that the Underground movement has taken over as their own. It's not like I could very well bring her here, she has no way of fighting effectively. While my care for her life is low, it doesn't mean I'd throw it away by bringing her here." Sebastian repined as he watched the Aya's mutt come close to his body, looking as if he was about to tear his throat out. And yet, the beast stopped, for whatever reason Sebastian couldn't understand. So he'd live a while longer before he went to hell, or into nothingness if their was no such thing as an afterlife.

Turning to look around, he saw the saw strange stardust that Aya had seen rising from a body next to him. Curious, he stretched his hand into it, and he'd feel similar emotions as Aya had. He'd feel the pain, so agonizing that it made him want to wretch, the sorrow that came with knowing that you were going to die, and the acceptance that came after it. Wriggling his fingers, he couldn't help but chuckle a little. "You really have a marvelous ability, Lynn, truly magnificent. Truly enviable, the ability to feel one's soul as they pass on. Truly an interesting experience. . . that is all I've deer wanted, for life to be interesting and fun. Just so happens that my definitions of fun differ from the norm, from what people find acceptable."

Sebastian gave another look at Jake, still quite puzzled by the dog's actions. "Do you have any idea why your pet didn't rip my throat out? There is nothing to stop him, he had every right, and yet he stopped himself from taking his rightly earned vengeance. I'd call it stupidity, but then I'd be looking the gift horse in the mouth. . . .I guess by questioning it, I already am, aren't I?"

-0h

[Assistant]
The Walk of God - Part 4

Mu's final endeavor before leaving appeared to be quite futile as the vector coming out behind Patel subsided upon meeting up with its creator. As a matter of fact, the transparent vectors had all vanished the instant Patel's previous target started to flesh for some strange reason. All of a sudden, a beam of energy was shot, but the starting flash was enough for Patel's abnormal way of sensing things to react.

"..."

An armored body of a security guard a meter away from Patel would be grabbed after the quick whisper and whipped in the middle of the beam's trajectory. Patel only proceeded that way because it could only guess by the feel of the armor that it was meant to resist, effectively deflecting the beam while leaving the majority of the body burned.

Then came Light who had regenerated from everything. Solf could finally recognize the individual known as the Reformists' trump card, the living cartoon that didn't fear death for a second. Lancaster and Camille had warned the entire team of her potential, and even though Patel's mind would be too damaged to make effective use of the intel, it knew she was the number one threat. Even though Patel continued a perfectly linear walk without a single interruption, it kept its focus on Light rather than anything else. It noticed a new tool being used, a bottle filled with liquid. In Solf's simple mind, it would be weapon, meaning it would represent a danger. It would make that deduction even with a small candycane.

"...Ru ..."

A stronger sound came out of Patel's being, this one barely echoing but ringing strongly in the ears of those in the room (and the rooms nearby with the walls are torn apart). The second later, a portal opened up in front of it, catching it somewhat by surprise, as it was ready to explode with the many factors verified by Light for a good combustion. However, in reaction to Patel upping its game with the sight of Light's threatening body language, it had easily caught the bottle as it would explode with one of its invisible hand (because the vile wasn't organic) and had the vector purposely enlarged to keep the thing contained. Some of the gas had been released as even Patel wouldn't be able to instantly contain an explosion, but it would be easily blown away with fan-like movements from other vectors.

All those without the vision of Mu or Aya would only see a large ball of brown gas that would quickly fade to white floating just above Patel's being. All the while it marched forward, enlarging the corridors as it breezed through them with its invisible vectors. This would cause some of the foundation to lose stability and multiple tremors being felt in higher levels. The ball of gas would be suddenly hurled at the direction of the medical ward where the most injured of combatants were still being evacuated but the endless chaos made the progress much slower. If no one were to do anything, everyone in the area would get a nice dosage of Light-made gas in their face.


[System]
Appearance:

Symbol:
Age: 18

Height: 6'0

Weight: 130 Ibs

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Weapons: He wears bracers that have a retractable 7-inch blade in the shape of an arrow. When retracted, the bracers shoot 10mm rounds. Each bracer holds 20 shots, with extra ammo in pouches on his belt. A visor he wears with its own Heads Up Display uses a pair of crosshairs to show where he is aiming his weapons, improving his accuracy. They were designed and created by his dad when he unsuccessfully applied to Beacon around the same age as Robert. They are the only physical objects remaining from his family's past.

Specialty: Robert is best at fighting an opponent one on one, and because of this he relies heavily on teammates when in a large conflict with multiple enemies. It is also because of his helpful and team-player attitude that his teammates chose him to be the leader of his original team, RPGD, to his surprise.

Semblance: Robert's semblance allows him to subliminally affect probability fields, causing improbable, but not impossible, "unlucky" events to occur to enemies within his line of sight. At the time, Robert has no idea that he even has a semblance, let alone has been using his semblance on himself for years to increase his already bad luck to near-immeasurable levels.

Personality: Robert is an average geek with an interest in subjects like comics and ancient world history. Most groups of people would probably describe him as everyman due to him not having much in the way of impressive skills while others might see him more as a goofball thanks to his usual optimistic and joking attitude. When the going gets tough though, the red haired boy is a good person to have by your side as he will never give up or surrender, even when all may seem lost.

Eight year old Robert sat in front of the television, playing with his toy cars and action figures. Behind him, Robert's dad sat in a reclining armchair, half reading the newspaper in his hands and half listening to the TV. "John, could you help Scarlet with her dinner," Robert's mother called from the kitchen. "Yes, Marian," Robert's dad answered, walking towards the small toddler that was Robert's sister. Robert looked up from his toys to see the news channel that was on show the words "Breaking News". The anchorwoman then read the new news, "A warning to all human families living in neighborhoods with large majorities of Faunuses, the organization known as the White Fang, previously known for its peaceful protests, has been attacking humans in the before-mentioned neighborhoods. This recent aggression is suspected to be a result from-" Robert's dad turned the TV off. "You don't need to listen to that garbage, son," he said. He then walked back to the dinner table where Scarlet was playing with her food. Robert went back to playing with his toys. Unbeknownst to the Fallson Family though, a small crowd gathered outside.

Six Faunuses stood, looking at the happy family inside. "Burn it down," said the leader. The other five threw Molotov Cocktails at the two story house, the fire quickly spread throughout the bottom story and the roof. No one inside knew what was going on, all they knew was that the house had spontaneously burst into flames. Robert's mother screamed, Robert's sister cried, Robert's father yelled orders, and Robert continued sitting there confused, trying to understand what was going on. His father grabbed Scarlet, his mother grabbed a family photo album, and they both sprinted towards the staircase. As they reached it, his dad stopped and turned around, "Come on, Robert!" he cried. Outside, the leader of the attack turned and grabbed a baseball bat that was strapped to his back. It suddenly transformed into a grenade launcher, and one shot was fired. The single grenade incinerated the wall it struck, as well as the three humans standing next to it. In a flash, Robert's family was gone. A single, burning photo floated into Robert's lap. He stood there dumbstruck at what just happened. The creaking of the roof brought him back to reality though, as a large burning beam fell from the roof. He tried to dodge, but was too slow. It fell right on his back, pinning him to the ground and burning his flesh. He was able to quickly wiggle out from under it though, and jumped out of the hole in the wall that the grenade had made earlier. He laid on the lawn of his house, clutching the photograph from earlier. He saw the six Faunuses slowly approaching him, ready to finish the job. The sounds of sirens around the corner stopped them in their tracks though, and they escaped. Robert continued lying there, unable to move, sobbing. One of the officers picked him up and carried him to a patrol car. After sitting in the passenger seat for several hours, one of the firemen walked up and gave him the only other thing that survived the fire, his father's visor and bracers which were in the basement during the fire. Afterwards, the officers and firemen left Robert alone. Bad choice. He rose from the seat and walked off into the night, passing a street sign that read "Loxley St." Robert's eight year old mind thought of nothing but wanting to be alone.

For the next several years, Robert would live on the streets. Stealing food and other necessities only when he had no other choice, and only from people who could still live without those necessities. Witnesses would often report to the police that the only thing they saw before their things were stolen was a figure with a green hoodie.

Robert didn't go it alone for all those years though. He did make some friends at a restaurant named Fryer Tuck's Diner; namely Tuck, Alan, and Miller. If not for them, he might not have been able to go to Beacon as they were the ones who helped him acquire a GED as well as the application for Beacon. If not for their moral support and assistance, he would have probably never gotten off the streets and into the prestigious academy.

Theme Song: Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son

Based off of: Robin Hood

Color: Rosso Corsa

[User]
Geni Hung - PE

Geni nodded hello at the Red head that had walked in. She was looking... nice. Geni could not help but stare at the ladies as they walked into the gym one by one. They all were wearing tight fitted clothing that showed off more that enough for Geni. He had not realized that there were girls in a PE class, it was a thing that he was used to. Geni really did not mind, he liked the co-ed thing they had going on here.

Geni waved at Sapphire and Amy also when they had walked in. They were socializing and "working out" while he was up in the bleachers simply staring and smiling. "Werido." He said to himself as he shook his head. Geni glanced at the student who had just strolled into the gym. He was styling a blue and grey jogging suit, it was not Geni's preferred colors but they were alright.
Geni could no help but burst out in laughter at the boys comments on the girls attire. He agreed with the boy all the way, this was a kid Geni was already starting to like. Geni held his stomach to calm himself down, it was starting to hurt from all his laughter. "I, agree!" He said wiping a tear from his eye.

[Assistant]
Ivan Oakley - Armory->PE

Ivan had spent much of the rest of the class doing small-scale adjustments and cleaning out the fine Dust buildup along the barrel and cylinder of his weapon.

Detention. That was... new. It would help work out differences via hard work. Always a bright side of things.

He was lost in thought as the bell rang, the loud sound starling him into action. He quickly collected his things, bowed stiffly to the professor, and took off out the door back toward his locker. He made quick time at his jogging pace, overtaking a few of the more prepared students who didn't have to hurry to their next class.

Ivan reached his locker with time to spare, quickly glancing around as he stuffed his weapons and over-clothes into the locker to make sure that he wasn't going to suddenly assault the eyes of anyone with his shirtless form. As much as his regular clothes served him well in battle, they weren't the most comfortable when he would doing his usual strenuous workout routine. Sweat was always an unpleasant side effect and he'd washed the shirt only a day prior. Instead, he pulled on a tight fitting, cream colored shirt, some darkly colored shorts, and a pair of expensive running shoes in an effort to expose enough skin to cool off as he exercised. After a simple once-over to confirm that no tags were hanging out or that he hadn't selected one of the shirts with bloodstains on it, Ivan jogged over to the PE area in time to catch Aurellius' comment about the multitude of women that had shown up for the class.

The gunslinger opened his mouth to say something in response to the blonde fellow's statement, glanced at the assembled women for a moment, thought about it for a fraction of a second, and then promptly closed his mouth again. The last class had already been an experiment in tolerance, and he'd be damned if another fight broke out because some prick had issues with what he said. Instead, he made past the assembled figures to a place where he began his own stretching warm-up.

[User]
Benjamin Lloyd: PE

"Careful, angry classmates are more worrying than Sitting Bulls or Wendigo cubs." Ben commented to Aurellius with a joking grin as he stepped into the room. In the back of his head, he had to admit that he didn't entirely disagree with the other student. He wasn't nearly suicidal enough to actually say it out loud, not with one of his own female teammates present. He'd hurried to PE as soon as the bell rang, just after passing off a second copy of the notes to Sangue and wishing both she and Trad luck in the next class. They'd actually split up, if he recalled their schedules correctly, so he and Amy were the only BAST members with a teammate in their class. For this period, at least. He didn't quite remember if it changed for the next class.

BAST's leader had taken the time to change along the way, donning black exercise pants and a light weight gray t-shirt. It showed more of his physique than usual, but what did he expect? Anything light enough for PE was going to be a step down from his usual attire. Lawnslot and Artorius were tucked into the bag he'd been carrying earlier, just visible poking out from the top. He didn't really know of anywhere to properly stow them, yet, and he wasn't really inclined to simply leave them in a hallway locker. So in with his books and notes they went, carefully tucked into a locker in the boys' locker room. Out in the main area, he stretched slightly in place. Grimm Studies had been a fantastic warm-up, even if longer ago than he would have really liked, and it didn't take very long at all to get his muscles moving again.

After a moment's thought, he crossed towards Amy and her new acquaintance, raising a hand in greeting. "Hey, Amy. And hello, miss…?"

[Assistant]
Trad – Practice

The bell sounded almost simultaneously as Diamond struck the Itzamna with a shadow bat. Trad was actually disappointed to hear it. Sitting and watching these fights was a great learning experience, but he was ready to put what he had learned to the test but it didn't look like that would happen today.

With a quick look at his scroll, his enthusiasm returned. Practice, a place where he could improve on combat skills he was lacking. PE wasn't very necessary, years of carrying lumber to his parent's workshop had given Trad a rather large build, he probably could have wrestled some of those Grimm from earlier. While survival did peak his interest at first, he decided honing his skills would be a better use of his time.

Giving Ben and Sangue a salute with two fingers he headed towards the practice field, Trad realized he was the first there. It made sense. Port brought the Grimm studies class outside so Trad had a head start, he wouldn't have been surprised if he beat the teacher here.

Looking around at the obstacles, balance beams, and wall jumpers, Trad began having second thoughts about all this, he wasn't exactly limber. The target range gave him much needed relief. Trad knew how to load and fire a gun without much of a problem. He walked to the rack of rifles in from of the targets and began examining them.

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Greyson- survival

Greyson sighed as the class finally ended knowing his next class would be survival which Greyson would take more seriously considering that this class could mean the difference of life and death out in the wild without communication to the outside. Greyson kept thinking about those horror movies and how if someone knew do to this and to tell the scared one to shut up and listen they would all live happily ever after. Greyson wasn't going to be ignorant when the times comes to put these skills to the test. Greyson walked into class and sat down and when he did he took out his notebook and pencil and got ready to write down whatever the professor decided to discuss...

[Assistant]
Robert exited from the Grimm Studies class, thinking on three questions he had. One, why didn't he get picked? Was it because the teacher didn't think him ready? Was it some other reason he couldn't think of? Robert was pretty sure he was the third person to raise his hand. So why wasn't he picked? Second, why was Greyson staring so much at Priscilla that the teacher had to call him out on it? Robert still hadn't put two and two together and continued onto his third thought. Finally, why was that one guy from team MODA go and basically butcher that Sitting Bull? Sure it was a Grimm, but everything about the battle seemed over-the-top brutal. Watching the Sitting Bull get stabbed repeatedly made Robert feel... uneasy. He was sure that if he seen it in a movie or something he would have greatly enjoyed it, thinking it awesome and cool. Seeing it in person, knowing it was real and not just CGI or a costume was different though. Robert physically shook his head as if doing so would some how make the image of the dying Sitting Bull leave his mind. He looked up to see Priscilla walking in the same direction of the Practice class, and couldn't help but feel excited that he got another class to spend with her.

Robert thought back on why he had chosen the classes he did as he caught up to Priscilla. He had chosen Grimm Studies over Armory because he had figured that finding and exploiting a Grimm's weaknesses fit much more with his fighting style than blasting away indiscriminately. He didn't choose P.E. because he hated any exercise that didn't actually provide any benefit beyond just the basic benefits of exercise. So that left Practice and Survival, which he finally decided that having better combat skills would be better than knowing how to survive in the outdoors. Then, there was Language, Computer Science, or Music. This had been the easiest choice so far. Robert knew nothing more than the basics of computers and he knew far less about Music. So that left Language. Finally, there were the extra classes, which Robert wanted no part of. Six periods were enough for him.

When Robert reached where the Practice class would be taught, he couldn't help but think that this would be a lot harder than he had initially thought. "Ah, this looks like fun," he said sarcastically. As he gave the area a second look though, noticing now the obstacle courses, firing range, etc., he decided to give the class a second chance. "Actually, this doesn't look half-bad."


[System]
Age
16

Gender
Female

Height
1.72m (5ft6)

Weight
65 Kg (143lbs)

Personality

The personality of Ruby is a result of the life-long doctrine of her parents comined with the lack of much social interaction while growing up. Having barely any social contact at all outside of her parents caused her social interactions to be rather awkward to say the least, though she is generally a charismatic person once someone gets to know her. Ruby always has eyes on her goal, she knows what she wants and is very determined to fulfill everything that she aspires. Whether that is passing the next exam or defeating a villain does not matter- It is the determined nature of hers that has helped her greatly throughout the years of intense training in her childhood and it would surely continue to help her out when part of the academy. However, since she was raised in a polite manner, people are quick to find out that Ruby is a very polite and friendly person. Just because she is inexperienced in any social interaction, or mayhaps teambased exercises, doesn't mean that she is against learning something new. After all that was what her parents taught her; She had to keep learning and improving herself. Always.

Her favorite free-time activities contain such enjoyable elements like, working out the whole evening, learning and studying and more training! The only games she ever played as a child were either with her parents or her brother. However, those times were sadly rather rare. It is not that she doesn't like the concept of games, they really are fun for her too. However, when someone is raised to believe that training is the way to go since she (according to her parents) needs it, they tend to rather choose these kind of activities over playing games. Other than those things, Ruby has found a liking to music. To heavy-rock in particular, it is the kind of music which gets her blood boiling and greatly improves her spirit when doing and kind of exercise.
Her biggest dislike would have to be the lack of productivity, or basically doing nothing. Since Ruby is basically an endless spring of energy, it becomes quite hard for her to find any rest besides sleeping. Once she redeems an activity to be useless or a waste of time, she is usually quick to stop exactly that action. However, when anything she does is given a purpose, Ruby is quick to give it 110%.

Background

Ruby Mamoru was born into her family four (4) years after her elder brother was born. Luckily for her, both her mother and father still lived together and were happily married. She always considered herself lucky that that was the case since the divorce rate had increased quite a bit over the years. Therefore, growing up in a rather happy family was almost considered a privilege by Ruby. Ruby had inherited a combined version of her parent's quirks. Her outward appearance was like that of her mother, since there was a pair of pointy feline ears on top of her head which replaced her human-ears. Her tailbone was shaped differently too, whereas it would stop for a "normal" human, Ruby's tailbone extended for another 60 centimeters (roughly 23 inches) and formed the tail which closely resembled that of a cat in its anatomical structure. The tail itself was covered in fur which matched her natural hair color. Admittedly, during the first years of her life it was quite difficult to understand how her tail worked or how to control it. However, by the age of five (5) Ruby was able to control it like it was a limb of her body. It wasn't exactly useful, it was rather difficult to find clothes that were fitting without hurting the tail, it usually required some additional fixes by her mother; like adding a hole for the tail to fit through her pants. The quirk of her father manifested later, by the age of four (4).
Her brother, Yoshiteru Mamoru on the other hand was less fortunate than she was. He was born… quirkless. This was quite the surprise since having a quirkless child was a rather uncommon event after all these generations of quirk-users. It was especially disappointing for Yoshiteru's parents. Their goal was to raise a child who could become a hero one day. Both of them aspired to become pro heroes one day, however unfortunately both were unable to get into any academy which could've given them the required license. They simply lacked the physical ability that was necessary and they never passed and practical entrance exam. Coincidentally, that was how they met too; they were united by their failure in entering an academy and eventually came together.
After they got married, they decided to have children who were destined to succeed their wishes and become professional heroes. Thus, when their first son was born, Yoshiteru, it was a shock for them to find out that he was quirkless. A quirkless son could never become a hero, he could never fulfill the dream which they themselves could not either! Therefore, it was quickly clear, they had to get a second child. Like that, Ruby was eventually born.
Basically, her whole life, Ruby had been trained to be strong enough to be accepted into any hero academy. That meant that as soon as she could walk her parents made Ruby do tedious and difficult exercises to improve the girl's physical condition. When she was not learning, she was training and working out. It was a life that would probably be considered torture by some other parents, since Ruby never had any time for friends or anything similar to that. By the age of 12 she was barely aware of how the concept "friend" would work out since she never had any. Her life in school consisted of her going to school for half of the day, coming home and then either learning or working out. Yoshiteru on the other hand, even though he was given way less attention than Ruby was, lived his childhood rather normally and happily. The boy was known for his rather charming personality and he resembled the typical socially active extrovert. Even though he was quirkless he was able to make plenty of friends just thanks to his personality. One could say that Ruby and Yoshiteru were polar opposites.

During her training, Ruby was tought numerous ways to compete in any physical situation. The girl needed to be prepared to fight villains as a hero, to pass the physical exams just as well as any combat-related exams. In order to achieve that, Ruby needed something she can attack with, since her quirk was not reliable for offensive purposes. Therefore they went as far as to hire a teacher that tought Ruby how to fight with a sword, and while she certainly is not the best fighter out there, her abilities were enough for her to make her way through any exams and into Komei. Ever since her sword as one of her only means of offense is a necessary inclusion in her costume and kit.

Because of the doctrine of her parents, Ruby's character formed itself to become one of determined nature. Almost having to listen everyday how great it would be to become a pro hero, how it would be the ultimate goal for Ruby, the poor child quickly adapted that way of thinking and could only think about becoming a hero herself. She wanted to succeed her parents and make them proud, she didn't know any better. Her parents effectively raised a child who wanted nothing more than to make her parents proud and become a hero.

So when Ruby eventually applied to multiple different academies and got accepted by Komei, at least for the exams, it was as if the dream for her parents had already come true. Now Ruby was very close to becoming a professional hero, she would just have to complete the academy. At that time her body was in peak condition, as much as it was possible for a human anyways that had no physically enhancing quirk. Ruby knew that she would have to rely on her physical abilities in any confrontation, since her quirk was very much a defensive one. However, she was willing to go beyond her limits to fulfill the implanted dream in her mind and to make her parents truly proud.
Quirk
Stasis

Talents
Quick reaction speed
Strong concentration
Swordfighting
Incredibly contaigious laugh
Power
C
Speed
B
Technique
B
Intelligence
C
Cooperativeness
C

[User]
Kasuke Mina

If Dulga thought she had gotten to Mina before, mentioning her mother AND Jett like that really did the trick. The once focused martial artist was now a pitiful, screaming ball of rage, punches and kicks, only few of which even reached the target. It was fortunate that adults then arrived to break them up and save Mina from further embarrassment. She was sprawled over Dulga, with Jett's mother sitting on top of her. As her adrenaline and anger wore away, the regret and shame started seeping in, as well as the physical pain. Jais was right when he spoke next. She still hadn't recovered enough to fight like this. Her neck hurt. Her back hurt. Her face hurt. And she knew that without the adults breaking the fight up, she was about to lose, because she lost her head. She was better than this! Could she really be that mentally fragile? That easy to play?

She'd stopped trying to fight, and relaxed in resignation and surrender. Looks like she was in trouble.

@Aerandir

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Maeda Hitomi

Hitomi smiled waved that the Support students she thought she was still on terms with, and was slightly taken aback at their reactions. Surprise, unease, and then faked happiness, in that order. It upset Hitomi more than she'd care to admit. The assembled group all sat down over at a table, and proceed to introduce themselves. After that, business commenced. Asahi passed papers around to everyone, and Hitomi started to read her copy as she listened to the 1B student. She had to admit. It was a great idea! Even so, a few of her support student former classmates objected to the idea, and she could see their point.

"I think it's a great idea, personally. It's like a mini-agency. Honestly, some of the Hero Students have yet to learn the things the rest of us actually got taught; that a Pro-Hero is not a single person but a brand, and one that is a joint effort between multiple people. Plus, if we do something like this, the hero agencies will take notice. It'll look great when we're looking for jobs, that we've already had experience with a kind of mini-agency at school!" Hitomi was mainly talking to the support student as she talked, and she was talking as if she was still one of them, with her use of 'we'.

When the business student spoke up, Hitomi smiled brightly and nodded. "Exactly! Everybody benefits from this. Everybody learns valuable skills that will be used in the real world, and helps each other at their particular field!"

@Lucius Cypher

[Assistant]
Dulga Tarata

Dulga was about to smash Mina's jaw when suddenly it felt like the world had turned upside down. Dulga wasn't sure what she was seeing but everything just became one colorful blur. By the time she could see, Dulga felt sick to her stomach and someone was sitting on her. She grunted as she tried to get up, but her head was still busy and her body was feeling exhausted from the fight. She could hear some voices but didn't immediately recognize them. Teachers, was all she knew. Mina was on top of her too. Dulga guessed this fight was over so she tried to look up at Mina. "You okay Kasuke-san? Didn't mean to... Well actually yeah, I did mean to stir you up like that. Looked like I struck a nerve. Sorry. Figured it would help make you angry and careless."

Dulga then looked to the other two voices speaking in the room. Now that her head stopped spinning she could see that it was Jett's mom and uncle, Adriane and Jais. Using her strength Dulga sat up, trying to get out from underneath the older woman. "We were just training. It got a bit heated but that was part of the training too. Trying to keep myself and Kasuka-san coolheaded in passionate moments. Obviously we need more practice." As Dulga shifted up she realized that both of these two adults could see her without her usual cloak or mask. She covered her face as fruitlessly as it was but kept her arm up anyways. "But it looks like our training is over. Do you mind letting us stand up?"

@Silver Carrot

[User]
Reina Mori

Reina's words seemed to help defuse the situation, to her surprise. She nodded her thanks towards Sarge as he let them be on their way. A small feeling of pride flickered inside the girl, the only evidence of it being the most subtle of smiles on her lips as she followed the group. Roy mentioned that they should leave while they had the chance, which she agreed with.

As they walked, the quiet girl took out her phone and earbuds from her bag, swiping the screen to put her music on a random playlist. As she put in one of the earbuds, leaving the other tucked into the collar of her uniform's top, Kaida came up to her, taking her a bit by surprise, especially because she wasn't immediately sure how to answer the question the girl posed.

If she was going to be hanging out with her classmates like this, it shouldn't be surprising her whenever one of them tried to talk to her.

Glancing away from Kaida with a light blush, Reina hummed to herself in thought. "Hm... there's lots of different kinds, but basically... it's noodles in some kind of broth, with any variety of toppings. Like eggs, scallions, dried seaweed, pork..." Reina was making herself hungry as she spoke. "It's filling, and because of all the variations anyone can probably find a kind they love. Unless you just hate noodles, I guess..." Reina shrugged slightly, glancing towards Kaida out of the corner of her eye, unsure if that explanation was even decent.

@pkken@Aerandir

[Assistant]
While Ruby followed the girl that was taking her to some unknown locations, she couldn't help but think about how her life had changed. Whether she would become great friends with Persia or not, just meeting people like that was already much more social interaction than what she was used to. Initially Ruby had thought that she would have way less time to meet new people since she would have to train a lot in order to keep up with everyone else in her class. This was certainly the case, but she knew how to use what little time she had.

Soon they would arrive at the tree and an awkward pause would occur between these two. While Ruby was waiting for Persia to say something, she couldn't help but notice all those nervous bodily movements that Persia was doing. The neko certainly was no expert at social interaction, so if she noticed that someone was doing awkward gestures or fiddling and shifting their body around nervously, it must've been quite obvious to any observer. Thanks to her feline hearing ability, Ruby was even able to hear the fast heartbeat that was going on inside of the other girl.

Crossing her arms in front of her body, Ruby was now in a bit of a predicament. While she didn't want to seem rude by any means, she now had to explain why it wasn't the best of ideas to ask a catgirl to climb on a tree. However, out of fear that the ironic and comedic nature of the situation wouldn't be quite clear, Ruby opted to just decline instead.
"I am sorry but... I think I'll have to pass on that one. Don't want to climb on any tree with just the school uniform."  she replied politely trying her hardest to still seem friendly. While Ruby had a positive impression of Persia she wanted to make sure that it didn't seem as though she was angry at Persia for asking such a thing, since she was not. Unbeknownst to Ruby she would only make the situation more awkward by not adding anything else to the conversation, putting Persia unintentionally in a rough spot again.


[System]
Race: Serpent Folk (also referred to as Serpent People)

Serpent Folk are a humanoid race that appear like large serpents but with arms and digitigrade legs. Compared to the average Human, they stand a head taller (though their long tails lead to a longer overall body length head to tail). Serpent Folk have poor vision in normal lighting conditions but have great vision in low light conditions and a specialized heat detecting organ that gives them a sort of 'heat-vision'. Serpent Folk produce a paralyzing venom in their fangs to weaken and kill prey that they swallow whole due to their carnivorous diet. A Serpent Folk can swallow something up to slightly smaller than them and can go weeks without having to feed again.

Serpent Folk are relatively low in number, residing primarily underground, and prefer the company of their own kind and thus are rarely seen by other races. Others have been in contact with them, especially those located close in proximity to one of the subsurface communities, but most people would only be familiar with them through passing knowledge if at all. As a race they tend to be adept at alchemy and are inclined to magic, most knowing a spell or two at the least.
Age: 37
Appearance: S'Hraa stands 6'8" tall and is 11' head to tail. His scales are a pale green on color with a finlike dorsal appendage consisting of spikes connected with a thin membrane running along most of the back. He wears a small enchanted silver necklace depicting a human-like face and carries several pouches filled with various alchemical ingredients poisons and potions.

He also has an alternate appearance with the aid of his enchanted necklace. With a little bit of focus, he can almost instantaneously take the appearance of (though not the form. He still has the same physical ophidian form but visually appears differently) a 6'4" tall Human with a lean build and pale white skin. This illusion appears like a human in every way except for the eyes, the only thing the necklace does not alter, which still betray its beastly origins. In addition, other clues may betray the illusion such as the footsteps not matching (for a particularly observant individual) or the odd mannerisms of S'Hraa (as sometimes he may forget or be unaware of how a typical human would react to a particular situation such as his preference to consume live prey, though this might be attributed to eccentricity) This is the default appearance S'Hraa takes with those unfamiliar with him and often uses this disguise to blend in unnoticed with society. This Human form often wears a hooded robe concealing most of his features, especially the face. As the overall size of this illusion is smaller than his physical form (owing mainly to the extra length from the tail) S'Hraa attempts to keep as liberal distance between others as possible and will regularly be no closer than 5'+ when possible.

Skills and abilities:

Alchemical expert. He is fully capable of crafting beneficial potions and crippling poisons.

Stealth.

Due to a slow metabolism, he eats much less often compared to others. Fully fed (with large enough prey like the occasional bandit), he can be sustained for weeks at a time.

His potent venom can incapacitate a fully grown human in minutes, and often death in about an hour provided no treatment is given.

Adept at illusion spells.

His scales provide some resistance to weapons like sword or daggers and small arms outside of close range.

S'Hraa is surprisingly agile for his size. While by no means untouchable he does a good job of slithering out of the way of some attacks and hazards.

Weapons:

An ornate dagger with grooves for storing and injecting poison in any wounds inflicted.

A drilling with side by side shotgun barrels over a rifle barrel.

A pair of Fangs that can inject venom from his glands.

Other Equipment:

A wooden staff with a pair of snakes intertwining near the top which is used as a magical focus.

Various ingredients and containers of potions and poisons. Some empty, some filled and all contained within three pouches S'Hraa carries with him.

A metal tool resembling a fang meant to inject potions/poisons while minimizing tissue damage (like a syringe). Primarily used for medicinal purposes like injecting a healing potion directly into the blood stream rather than having to wait for it to normally be absorbed through ingestion for example.

Enchanted necklace that disguises S'Hraa as a Human (The disguise is 'bound' to S'Hraa and will not work with any other wearer unless they have the know-how to enchant it to them specifiacally).

Background:

S'Hraa was a little different than the rest of his kin. While most were content to live away from the other races, S'Hraa had a curious nature and sought to learn a little about these other beings he shares the world with. The only problem being he resembles a very large snake. Something often tied together with venom and a quick grave. Not ever hearing of Serpent Folk before, most people reacted negatively at a snake the size of a man.

S'Hraa quickly realized the solution and enchanted a necklace to cast a spell he would use often. With the convenience of appearing as a Human at a moment's notice he began to mingle with society. After a few awkward encounters (Learning a language is tricky, learning the slang is trickier) he quickly acclimated and only occasionally slips up.

Of course, with the whole battle for survival thing going on now most anything resembling society would tell strangers to get lost unless they were trading or were adept at something, which fortunately for S'Hraa was alchemy. With the usual potion to cure a sickness, heal some dismembered fingers, and the occasional poison, S'Hraa became a highly regarded figure. Or, at least the Human form did. With the occasional bandit corpse (following a raid) going missing, like anyone cared, S'Hraa was content for the time being.

Eventually S'Hraa had an urge to move on. Satisfied with the stories he gained from socializing he decided to look for a new group with new stories. He never did feel close with any of them, feeling trapped in a form unlike his own, having to monitor his words and actions. Perhaps with others he might reveal a little about himself, might act like himself, or perhaps it will be more of the same. Regardless he decided to leave, to see where the road leads him to next.

Other stuff:

As one might expect, S'Hraa has a fondness of snakes and takes great care to not harm one. He thinks less of those who harm snakes intentionally or not and may even outright attack anyone who does so.

[User]
Endre says nothing as the others say a few words and quickly do what they can to ease the pain of those they have known passing. He leans quietly against a dilapidated sand scored cabinet, quietly cleaning his rifle of carbon scoring and the thick cloying dust that seems to get everywhere. He is relatively new to the band, finally tiring of his self imposed exile and seeking out the companionship of those who do not hate him for what he is. At least for a little while. He knows that this is not likely to last for long, eventually words or bullets will fly and he will be back alone on the dusty road until loneliness forces him to seek companionship yet again.

Finally when the others begin speaking of plans her shakes himself from his melancholy and begins to reassemble his rifle with clean practiced movements that speak of a relative lifetime of muscle memory. He nods to Mercy as his hands continue to work at his weapon. "They were desperate, I doubt they left any men behind. They attacked us with the ferocity of cornered animals. If there is anything of value left in their camp, wherever it may be. Chances are that it is water, water is heavy and hard to transport. Prey to your god, and if they are good perhaps they had some kind of heavy foodstuffs as well." He thinks back to the desperation of the attack, and the whipcord thin bodies on some of their attackers. "Though I would not bed our survival on it. I will take my bike back. It should have enough fuel to get me there, and it has two empty jerry cans if I find a water source. And I have cords if they have some nicely prepared for us."

He turns towards the door slinging his rifle over one shoulder before running his roughly calloused hands over one of the horns sweeping back beside his head. "Make sure that you search our fallen allies vehicles, friends though they may have been many will still choose themselves over their comrades." Turning his demonic visage away from the others he heads quickly towards his bike, slowly checking it over before mounting it with ease. Lifting his canteen to his lips he takes a small sip, hearing the liquid within it slosh and feeling it's deceptive weight. In this heat? It will not be enough, not nearly enough. Finally he kicks his leg down savagely once, and then twice before the satisfying roar of his powerful beasts rends the air with its fury. He calls out over the roar, barely audible over the savage noise. "That firefight was long and loud, they know we are hurting. Watch for the vultures."

[Assistant]
There was a frown to cross Mercy's lips as she rests her hands on her hips, a stance of contemplation as much as any other emotion it might convey. Always easier for her to think these days when she had her weapon close at hand and certainly easier to keep on living these days.

Trust the scout to want to keep moving, but he wasn't entirely wrong. They needed more supplies and water most of all. The comment about them likely having set up at a water source or storage certainly made sense enough to her. Even so...

"The bike is loud," she calls, a point that makes itself rather clear when she has to raise her voice. "It'll draw nearly as much attention as any firefight, but we'll need it to look for this camp." There's a sigh from the fair gunslinger before she turns back, looking towards the tinkering gnome and the conjurer with his secret scales she'd never given any indication of knowing about. "But my guns aren't exactly silent either. We'll go ahead for a bit, see if Endre can track them back a ways. Maybe even find some water."

One hand lifting to the pendant at her neck, those gloved digits gift a gentle squeeze before she continues addressing the others. "Follow along or stay here and see what you can do about fortifying this place enough for us to get back on our feet. If Zim can strip parts down or get us some fuel from a wreck, we may just be able to move on with a little more range."

To the Serpent in disguise? She gestures to where their travel bags rest tucked in the corner. "If anyone's going to be able to make sure the water from here or there is safe to drink or any other supplies we have aren't contaminated? It's probably you."
Whatever the others decide, Mercy knew enough to know that there were three things she was good at in this world more than anything. This wasn't the time for music and dance, they'd healed all the wounds that could be treated. That just left the violence that would almost certainly be waiting in the direction of the bandit camp if they could find it.

Hand on her hat to ensure it remained in place, she reached up to try and haul herself onto the back of the bike if there was room. She sure as hell wasn't going to be able to keep up on foot!

[User]
Endre waits astride his bike as Mercy adds her last minute thoughts, carefully checking over the last of his straps and bikes gauges before he sets of properly. The last thing they need is for his bike to go down halfway back, forcing them to try and lug 80kg of water on top of their usual gear. Not impossible, but it would sure as shit make a bad day a lot worse.

"No matter what we do, we will be drawing attention too ourselves after a fight like that. At least with a bike we can move fast and relativly easily over rough terrain. Unless they have similarly capable vehicles we should be able to outrun anyone that is looking to make trouble for us, with a little luck anyway." He nods his head at her before once again running a hand down his right horn, perhaps a calming gesture after everything that has happened. "Besides like you said, if we end up having to shoot? Well noise isn't really going to matter then."

"At the very least it should let me continue to keep scouting for good scavenging opportunities and water sources if we can find enough fuel to keep me going. Hell with the right parts if we can reach 'civilization' at least we should be able to trade for enough to keep us going." He reaches back behind himself and helps Mercy sit herself properly behind him, unsure if she has ever been on a bike before. "Put your arms around my waist and hold on tight. If you feel me leaning try and go with me. Don't panic if we hit large bumps, or things will just get worse."  Finally he kicks his foot down, putting the bike into first gear before taking off with a roar that quickly dulls before kicking up again as he works his way up through the gears. Time to see if these bastards left a rear guard, or if they even had any spare water to begin with at all.

[Assistant]
S'Hraa sat silently, considering his limited options. He could go with the others, but that did not sound right. Zim will be all alone and vulnerable. He has not even moved from his spot yet, likely still saddened by the loss. His only other option, staying, means he needs to fortify the location in case some other roving band of raiders near. Though he doubts the four of them could last against another onslaught like the last one. No, the best option would be to hide. Can't get hit if you can't be seen right? And who better suited for hiding than himself?

Magic is out the window though, to hide the camp will require materials he does not have, not to mention hiding the magical energy is a much harder task. An illusion big enough for the camp will light up like a Christmas tree to anyone with the know how of spotting it. More mundane methods would be simpler and better. Covering footsteps left in the ground, hiding their location, and disguising other signs of life is a skill he has had plenty of time and opportunity to develop. After a few hours of work, one would hardly think anybody was around. As long as the group was careful to keep hidden it seems unlikely anyone would find them, they would have to actively search their particular building out of the dozens of others which did not seem likely. S'Hraa would have to remember to tell the other two when they get back to keep their tracks hidden and especially the bike.

The last thing to do is what Mercy suggested. She reasoned right when she thought he was suited for determining if any resources were safe to consume. His excellent sense of smell can let him determine if anything is poisonous, started to rot, or anything else that can determine the safety of something as far as smelling something can go. Fortunately, the food is safe enough, even if he can't eat it as his stomach can normally handle only something fresh and only recently killed. The water, what little they have, will be fine after boiling it to remove some of the diluted contaminants out. Hopefully what the others bring when they come back will prove safe enough as well.


[System]
Race: Human
Age: 56
Gender: Male
Appearance: Very average looking fellow, only details that make him stand out are his green eyes and a light blue lock of hair amidst his now gray hair that's cut relatively short. He wears the white and blue outfit of the Sapphire guard.

Class: Monk

Alignment: Lawful good, damnit!
Bio: Toshiro had a rather uneventful childhood - apart from his father dying when he was 7 years old and him surviving two weeks in the wilds all on his own with seemingly divine assistance alone.

Toshiro grew up to be a bit of an odd fellow - he could just stare to the distance for several minutes before springing in to action, be it eating or watering plants or the occasional fight. Fighting seemed to come naturally to Toshiro - more often than not he'd be the one getting his friends out of trouble they had managed to get themselves in, first with diplomacy and then with his fists.

He ended up training in a monastery soon after the death of his father and held the Sapphire Guard paladins of Azure city as the very pinnacle of warriors. He had however made his choice - if you become a monk you stay a monk, none of that phony Prestige Classing! - thus he could only emulate the ideals of the Sapphire Guard so far.

As luck would have it Toshiro ended up befriending several paladins of the Sapphire Guard - even going on a few adventures with some of them. His friends - due to quite a strike of luck - ended up in high positions in the Sapphire guard and granted their monk friend a honorary title of Paladin. Though it did not come with all the perks of a full member of the Azure Guard - namely it lacked the excellent dental plan - it was enough to satisfy Toshiro's dream of being a paladin.

Some months ago he departed Azure City to travel the world - in his own words he had "Seen too little to truly know the 12." Some of his friends wondered if they'd ever see Toshiro again as they had waved goodbye to him from the city's walls.

Personality: Toshiro really really really tries to be a paladin - not one of those overzealous, downright foolishly lawful people, but noble, honorable, kind and all that. He seems a bit slow at times - even his friends were not quite sure if he really had an intelligence score of 9 or if he really is talking with the 12 Gods.

He has the air of a kindly old man about him, but if he for instance catches someone stealing his purse and hasn't gotten it back after a diplomacy check or two he just might teach you a thing or two about the wrongs of stealing someone else's property - most likely with his fist.

Equipment: Improved Ring of Sustenance, Ring of the Horse, Several feet of rope, bedroll, a backpack

[User]
The door barely swung open as the female gnome waddled in, weighed down by the backpack that seemed to threaten to topple her over at any second. She didn't seem to have a lot to say, though her expression remained cheerful as she plopped down her bag and pulled herself onto a barstool, right next to a wizard who had a bat familiar visible. Whether or not the wizard was trying to eavesdrop didn't matter; the gnome piped up right then, in a rather cheery voice:

"Hi there! Your familiar's so cute!"

Boy, didn't that get the wizard's attention real fast! The older wizard looked over her traveler's clothing and scowled before sliding off his stool. The gnome reached for him, continuing to speak. "Hey, hang on, I just wanted to pet him! Or her! Or whatever they want to be!" She wasn't quick enough, though, and instead fell on top of her backpack with a faint crushing sound.

"Uh-oh." Now forgetting the wizard and his adorable pet, the gnome slid off her backpack and opened it up. Sand, glass shards, powders, and the like decorated her items now - though she was to note not everything had broken. Still had some supplies. But jeez, what a start to freelancing.

[Assistant]
Bozidar couldn't help but giggle at the gnome and her little fall, though the wizard had been a bit rude. However the gnomes apparent love of animals brought Bozidar back to the grove, where all the animals he had grown up with were, druid or not the animal domains speak with animal ability really helped him making friends with all the little creatures of the forest. He decided that maybe a bit of friendly conversation would lighten up his day.

Bozidar got up from his seat and walked over to the worried looking gnome and, in his soft voice, "Are you alright? Break something in your pack? That wizard was pretty rude huh?"

[User] "Now that was a tad bit impolite of you, sir wizard." The blue cloaked fellow stated very politely. "None of my business however." He just passed by the wizard who now was looking at him like he'd probably look at something that has crawled out from a sewer. Toshiro shook his head slightly and seated himself on the stool the wizard had been occupying earlier. "Such a mess, such a mess... You ok there" He glanced down at the gnome while finally pulling down his hood. "Hope you didn't hurt yourself." He smiled politely and turned his attention to to the barkeep. "A pint of water, please."

[Assistant]
Wow. Cyanak was not planning on being the center of attention but already two people had come over to make sure she was ok. And they even agreed that the wizard had been rude. She wondered if they were traveling together and, perhaps more importantly, what they'd think of a sorceress.

The wizard simply stared at the blue-cloaked man before dismissing his familiar and walking over to an empty table. Cyanak decided not to pay him further attention, instead focusing on the two who had asked if she was okay.

"He, was, yeah. I'm alright, though. Lost a few things - I can make them again myself, it'll just take a while." She wouldn't dump the bag for now, if only because it'd take a while to unpack everything, and dumping a mixture of slumber sand, flash powder, powdered water, and burning dust in a busy tavern could have consequences. If nothing else, she fancied herself as the kind of person above making silly mistakes. She closed the backpack and considered asking if either one would be interested in buying her a drink.

Then again, she was pretty certain her Alchemist's Mercy was somewhere in that mixture too, if nothing else. Oh well. She wasn't going to buy water, though, not when her waterskin was still full. She stood back up straight. "Really, I'm fine." She beamed. "Though I guess I feel a bit sorry for whoever hires me. That was a lot of good stuff, ready to go." She tapped the backpack with her foot, gently to prevent further damage.

[User]
"Hires you? For what sort of work?" Bozidar thought he knew the answer, he would be any amount of gp on it cause it was such a no lose bet. Someone in a tavern looking for work, in a tavern, with a pack full of supplies? This was Bozidar's chance! Maybe he could finally get some help! And the gnome hadn't called him miss or lady yet... Though she hadn't called sir or mister either...

"You... wouldn't happen to mean adventuring would you? Just wondering since you have such a well supplied pack... looks like you'd be ready for quite a journey."

[Assistant]
Her eyes gleamed. Well, maybe the losses would be worth it, if she already found a group. "As a matter of fact, I do. Sorry I don't have a business card-" She curtsied, pulling up the hem of her skirt. "-I wasn't expecting anyone already and figured I'd have time to make some." Out of cocktail napkins and disappearing ink, admittedly, but they'd be better than nothing, she supposed. "But you can call me Cyanak. Utility mage for hire. I only ask you cover fees associated with brewing, rest of the loot is yours." She dropped her skirt hem, look decidedly a bit colder. "So-" And now she really looked over the one who asked, and oh god. This was just like the elves all over again. She made a note to avoid all pronouns until further notice. "-uh, well, I don't suppose you're looking for assistance in clearing a drow lair or killing a dragon- at all?" And had to catch herself from using 'sir' or 'madam' reflexively.

This was going to be fun, if this person said yes.

[User] Bozidar positively beamed, his soft features practically glowing. "Well, a pleasure miss Cyanak, I am Bozidar Greencrown, Cleric of Freyja. I am indeed looking to hire multiple fellow adventurers, and I'm sure I can easily cover your brewing costs." He glanced at her bag and hoped she hadn't broken anything to incredibly expensive, he wasn't overflowing with gold. "Though our quest is a bit less... straightforward than slay the dragon or clear out the drow. Though first I must ask, what arcane caster class are you? You call yourself mage but if you don't mind I'd like to know your exact class." And finished the sentence with a cheery smile

[Assistant]
Toshiro smiled faintly as he began sipping the water he had ordered and listened to Cyanak and Bozidar. He had long since reached the level that he wouldn't be growing physically older - and butting in on someone's adventuring party when you are atleast by very rough estimate a handful of levels above them might make you seem like a bit of a not very polite person. Still he was very curious and the little voices in the back of his head reminded him that it's a Paladin's duty to provide help to those in need - if they accept it ofcourse, if they don't want your help then you can just leave them be, forcing your help on others would be very impolite.

"Terribly sorry to cut in to your conversation here, but from this distance I couldn't stop myself from overhearing that you are putting up an adventuring party." He paused for a moment, he was either thinking very carefully what to say next or having some kind of an inner debate. "I am Toshiro Mizu, a Paladin of the Sapphire Guard." He intentionally left out the 'honorary' part out since it really wasn't needed except when filing paperwork.

A spot check might bring out the fact that this paladin isn't actually wearing heavy armor or carrying any kinds of weapons, but who really checks those things out? Or does a lore check about paladins?

[User]
Cyanak blinked at - the paladin, huh? ...Best not to attract too much attention to herself then. "Oh. Thought you were already traveling with... Bozidar." She gestured at Bozidar. Sounded like a male name. Maybe they were a guy. It didn't seem that implausible, really. "I guess if he can afford you too, I'm not gonna object." And hopefully, that wouldn't set off a speech about how 'he' was a female, followed by a flurry of arrows.

"Anyways-" She turned back to Bozidar. "I'm a sorceress, if that's not a problem. Sure, some people might advocate for the wizard, but they can't cast as much and if you needed something else anyways, you're out of luck for the day either way. Besides, I've never met a particularly friendly wizard." In fact, she'd probably only gotten the silent treatment from that one because she wasn't dressed in casting robes. "So I guess if you need diplomacy-" She seemed less than enthused about the idea that the mission was not killing a dragon or the like. "-A sorcerer's still a better bet for not irritating everyone." And then the pep in her voice was back, and she was smiling. "So, yeah, short version, utility sorceress, alchemist, hope those aren't problems!"

Cyanak glanced at her bag, which she had noticed Bozidar looking at earlier. "...those don't count, though, I mean when I actually start brewing things while working for you."

[Assistant]
Bozidar was caught a little of guard by the "paladin" himself. Though spot wasn't a trained cleric skill, his wisdom bonus of balanced that. Though he noticed the lack of any sword but, he didn't have ranks in knowledge (nobility and royalty) so he assumed that it was some weird custom or whatever. "Well... if your interested by all means your very welcome to join us Sir. Toshiro, we need someone other than me for frontline combat anyways!"

Bozidar turned back to Cyanak, "Finally! Do you have any idea how many people have addressed me as miss or m'lady since I arrived? I'm glad someone finally sees that I am, in fact, a man. Regardless, your both obviously hired, if you wish to join me that is. As for quest specifics, a powerful magical artifact was recently stolen from the druid grove where I was raised and trained as a cleric. The thief was very powerful, and managed to steal the artifact before any of our higher level druids could even get involved. We need to find out where the artifact is, who took it, and then we need to get it back... unfortunately I don't have a tracker and unless one of you has cross class ranks in survival AND the track feat we need to find the culprit a different way..." Bozidar sighed at what That way was. "So, you two still interested? "

[User]
Toshiro scratched his left temple and again fell silent for a good while. He was obviously weighing his options about possible rewards and risks. "I'll gladly join you good sir, but there are just a few things I will make clear." He finished his pint of water and got on his feet. "I'm not that kind a paladin who upholds the law to the letter - you know, those fellows who nag at you for jaywalking or something like that. I'll accept some minor thievery if it is necessary for completing a task. You need not worry about me marching in to a bandit camp to challenge them in to honorable combat or something like that - except if we need a distraction so the rest of the group can sneak in through the back."

He glanced ever so slightly to his left and stared at the farthest wall of the inn before again continuing. "However I will not accept doing something wrong for the sake of it being 'cool' or 'awesome' - I will not accept killing children or other innocent noncombatants, be they of any race or alignment if they do not pose a threat to us." Toshiro adjusted his cloak slightly. "Oh... and for me being a paladin is a profession, not a class." He flashed a little smile - one of those smiles all old monks had even without it being a class feature. "I am a monk with 18 levels under my belt - so this'll probably be my last adventure anyways, though if things go well and we all live through this I'll gladly join you on a second adventure as well." He again paused and swung his head to the other side like he was listening to a very quick conversation between several people. "Since I'm a member of the nobility having me in the group will perhaps give us alteast some advantage in our quest - after all we don't have to constantly go lurking in the side alleys and might even get some help from the city guards of many places. We might get even more help if our travels happen to take us close to Azure city."


[System]
AGE
19

GENDER
Female

APPEARANCE

A young woman of Romanian descent. Teodora stands at 164cm (5′4) tall, which is of average height for a young adult female of her heritage. She is of slender build, with only slight muscle tone as a result of her training as a Chi-Mechframe pilot. Out of her formal duty uniform or Chi-Mechframe, her physicality does not look like that of a soldier at all (because she still technically isn't). Having a slightly pale complexion, long flowing locks of light blond hair framed her face, accentuating her vivid red eyes well. An eager smile showing curiosity fueled by mischief is often shown on her face, and at a time when this smile grows wide enough, a pair of longer than usual canine teeth can be seen in her mouth.

Belonging to a particularly wealthy family, in her daily life Teodora tends to wear long-sleeved European style dresses that hinted at said wealth (although this was done less because of a deliberate intent to show off and more out of a habit that goes all the way to her childhood). This typical getup is usually accompanied with an equally intricate looking hair band and a pair of long, usually black overknee socks.

In short, she usually looks like a rich and confident young woman (because she is).

PERSONALITY
CONFIDENT | HAPPY-GO-LUCKY | MISCHIEVOUS

Teodora's personality as a person is most easily defined by the self-assured aura that she seems to exude almost all the time. This confidence, which at times definitely stumbles into the scale of being overconfident, in turn fueled her relaxed and happy-go-lucky attitude regardless of the trouble or obstacle that she might be facing at any given time. While she is also not at all arrogant and is very unlikely to intentionally brag, this confidence can nevertheless be too much to handle by others, resulting in intersocial discord that is often one sided due to Teodora not even realizing or caring that she's being despised by the individual(s) in question.

Furthermore, while she had recently matured from doing full on childish mischief, some degree of mischievousness remains within her. At best, this tendency may provoke her into playfully teasing others with a light jab or two, which might even be appreciated by those that are not averse to such playfulness. At worst however, she had been witnessed to treat even real time combat situations as if some amusing games, thus potentially severely endangering herself and others.

In conclusion, while her personality is in general not a cause of concern out of the battlefield, it very much represents an operational risk inside of one. A firm guidance from an on-field leader figure, which Teodora fortunately generally accepts readily, is practically essential in ensuring that potentially hazardous consequences does not come to pass during field missions.

HISTORY
Of Romanian heritage, Teodora was born to a very successful business magnate father and an equally successful xenobiologist mother. As such, Teodora lived an entitled life of abundance for virtually all her life, never truly exposed to the typical hardships faced by people of middle and lower classes of socioeconomic status. That her parents pretty much spoiled her due to Teodora being an only child did not help the situation. It was thus quite fortunate that Teodora never really developed the arrogance and callousness that are typical of a spoiled child from a wealthy family, instead 'merely' developing a form of very strong self-assured, very relaxed, and somewhat mischievous characters. It was this fact that made her generally likeable to the people that she interacted with as a child, although on the flip side this tendency of being liked had perhaps contributed into furthering her personality in turn as if an endless loop of positive reinforcement feedback.

Even when things started to become dire and nearly the whole world became a ruined one, Teodora and her family had it much much better than most. While the family nevertheless lost incalculable amount of assets as many of Mr. Constanza's international business ventures went down in flames like most others, they still had more than enough to continue living a good life within the relative safety of Tokyo, especially because the family also possessed some businesses within the city itself. Teodora herself quickly adapted to life in the Japanese capital and went on to continue living her happy-go-lucky life without a care in the world.

And yet, despite her very good life, she shared one thing in common with most other people who ended up becoming a Chi-Mechframe pilot. That one thing was an accident, although in Teodora's case it was pretty much entirely her own fault. On that one day of the accident, she had visited the laboratory where her mom worked as one of those researchers that were researching the enigmatic Warped to better understand them. Echidna specimens were among the samples being researched there. For the most part, strict security procedures made it very unlikely for any sort of accident to happen within the laboratory. Unfortunately, even the most stringent measures can still fail due to human errors; especially if said errors were then unknowingly exploited by an overly curious and mischievous seventeen years old teenager.

Long story short, Teodora was rewarded with an Echidna infection for her mischievousness. Brief chaos ensued, although fortunately Teodora ended up being the only victim of the accident. Soon after, people were immediately divided in heated debates about how to treat the now infected girl. Many were pragmatic, with a few even downright suggesting to turn her into a sample for experiment despite the fact that she was still very much alive and unmutated. In the end, it was her parents' clout and influences that won the day. She ended up merely being confined in an isolated yet very comfortable chamber where her condition were monitored closely twenty four hours a day. In the end, fortune smiled yet again to the girl, as soon it became clear that she was an asymptomatic carrier of the parasite.

Unsurprisingly, the offer then eventually came. This offer became a chance that Teodora ended up taking on very eagerly despite some misgivings by her father. In the end however, with her mother actively supporting the decision and her father once more giving in to the wish of his ever spoiled beloved daughter, Teodora shortly after started her training to be a Chi-Mechframe pilot. Notably, however, the reason for her acceptance was not out any sense of duty or a higher calling to act on the opportunity that her unusual condition had bestowed upon her. She did not decide to become a Chi-Mechframe pilot because she wanted to save the world, nor out of a hatred of the Warped. No. In her own words, her reason was because "It all sounds super interesting! And I'm sure I'll perfectly ace it... Whatever 'it' might be!"

And now, some time had passed since the day that she started her training as a pilot. The young wealthy scion of the Constanza family continued her happy-go-lucky life that had became spiced with things that were most definitely far from boring.

SKILLS
Throughout her life, despite being very much spoiled and living a very entitled life, Teodora nevertheless proved to be a young talented individual with her own set of notable skills:
- Fencer: Teodora is an adept fencer, with years of training since she were as young as 6 years old under several different master fencers hired by her parents to be her instructor.
- Gunner: A skill she cultivated slowly over many years from frequent visits to exclusive shooting ranges accompanying her father. She's far from an expert gunner, but she's able to shot as decently as any other well trained individual.
- High Bearing: Living her entire life as a high class citizen, Teodora is very much well attuned to the social intricacies of the socioeconomical elite.
- Multilingual: Teodora is fluent in Romanian, English, and Japanese.

CHI-MECHFRAME
SUPPLICE

ABILITIES
Named after the symphony 'Marche Au Supplice' (March to the Scaffold), Supplice was built around the core of a peculiar bird-like Warped. The Warped itself was rather middling in its overall raw capabilities. It was formidable in that it had no particular weakness, and yet at the same time none of its parameter was particularly high. It was somewhat strong, somewhat fast, somewhat agile, and somewhat durable, yet that was it. A jack of all trades but master of none.

Still, there was one thing that discerned it and made it unique. It had an energy barrier which when fully breached allowed it to launch a single stream of large and powerful beam attack. It was like a last resort ability, energy from the breached barrier was transferred back inside the creature which then were able to unleash that energy as an attack.

Supplice imitated this Warped's capabilities. It is a balanced multipurpose frame possessing:
- Above average parameters in strength, speed, agility, and resilience augmentations; lacking a weak point yet also lacking any particular powerful parameter.
- Flight, emulated via a pair of jet-powered wings.
- Beam attacks in the form of a beam rapier, a single beam blade on each wing, and a medium range beam rifle.
- Energy barrier of above average durability. In the event of this barrier being breached, Supplice will be able to use the barrier's energy to launch either a large, powerful beam wave from the rapier or a large, powerful stream of beam from the rifle. Note that the barrier cannot regenerate by itself; like damage to the Chi-Mechframe itself, it will need to be fixed back at base during maintenance.
- Additionally, Supplice also comes equipped with a small combat knife, and its rifle is capable of firing standard ammunition. These emergency measures are both significantly inferior to the standard beam attacks but nonetheless made to be effective against the Warped.

The peculiar energy halo that can be seen floating above the head piece of the frame served two functions:
1. As a kind of anchor for the floating wings, keeping them in relatively the same location relative to the frame body itself.
2. As indicator for the energy barrier. Upon the energy barrier being breached, the halo will turn bright red.

NOTES:
- Personal color code: #CCCCFF
- Teodora is a massive sweet-tooth, with her favorite dessert being macarons.
- She have a pet male doberman which she named "Vlad Tepes".
- One should be aware that agreeing to go shopping for clothes with her will usually entail at least 6 hours spent in half a dozen different boutiques.
- She likes to eat, but is a rather light eater. Thus, she eats slowly, enjoying each bite of her food.
- She will give people she interacted with nicknames. It's just a matter of when.
- As far as dislike goes, being a bootlicker is a quick way to lose some points with Teodora.

Changelog:
- 26th February 2022:
① Added additional info in NOTES.
② Added Leitmotif.
③ Added details in Chi-Mechframe section about Supplice's halo.

[User]
"That's great, Du... ra... um... Durakku-san!"

It was always good to hear Norika was doing well! Sure, she seemed a little strained and distant, but Hoshiko was used to that from the prickly girl. Really, it was just good to hear that such a young girl was still doing fine even though she'd been taken on for something as big as this.

It was a little sad to hear she didn't want to be called by her first name still, especially since Hoshiko had been trying her best to get to know her better. But the brunette would at least try her best with the girl's surname! For some reason, even though she'd gotten okay enough at English, she still struggled with it.

"I'm doing great too, this food is sooooo goood~" she added, cheerfully, as she proceeded to polish off another heaping amount of food. The crispness of the karaage, the richness of the ramen broth... so delicious! She would go back for seconds if not for the fact that they had to go on a mission soon.

"Oh, hey, Teodora-san!" the older girl had just walked in, so of course Hoshiko's hand shot into the air to wave towards her with an exuberant greeting.

@Medili

[Assistant] Norika had to agree that the food was good. They had it good here in The Horizon. Three meals a day, the safety of several inches of solid titanium and modern weaponry that could tear apart all but the largest of Warped, and the best and brightest in the world to train, heal, and equip them. "That's better," Norika said. "If we get to the point that I allow you to address me by my first name, consider yourself lucky." She sighed, standing up to her full height. "Just because we're on a ship in the sky together doesn't mean you can be this chummy with me. We're coworkers, not friends."

[User]
Place(s): The Horizon - Dining Area
Time: Afternoon
Interaction(s): Small one with Hoshiko & Norika

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Teodora returned Hoshiko's wave with a much much less exuberant wave of her own. "My, as full of guts as ever, Hoshiko. Always quite delightful to see. And I see that you're getting along very, very well-" her mischievous expression as she said so made it clear that she's making a jab at them, "-with the ever so charming and delectable Domnișoară (Miss) Dulac. Very good. Fufu~" She had always found the interactions between Hoshiko and Norika to be amusing. At times quite rather adorable in fact. "Quite adorable, you two." And of course, Teodora being Teodora, she saw nothing wrong with stating as much openly. In a way, she was perhaps the worse among the seven girls in not recognizing that her words or conducts might cause others to dislike her. She was simply too self-assured and content with herself; painfully so.

And just like that, with her smile still plastered to her face, she continued eating her desserts again. Soon enough, she was done with the small meal and after a small act of taking care of her dental hygiene, leaned back contentedly on her seating.