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"asoiaf: Aerion Targaryen" by MathiaArkoniel licensed under CC BY-NC-ND 3.0

The current king of Dainia and father to the twin princes of the kingdom. He is highly admired and respected by the people of Dainia, and only few know of his intention to end the bloodline of the royal family of Lunar by finding the heir to the throne of the enemy state.

Queen Velda of Dainia

"Historically accurate Disney - Belle" by Niobesnuppa licensed under CC BY-NC-ND 3.0

The current queen of Dainia and mother to the twin princes of the kingdom. She is highly admired and respected by the people of Dainia, and it is unrevealed if she shares or is even aware of the king's intention regarding the heir to the throne of Lunar.

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She had planned to use him to get to his father? Eliezer nearly spat out the mouthful of tea he was conveniently about to swallow. Thankfully, he managed to keep it in, coughing lightly into his fist before taking a deep breath. Despite his success in preventing the embarrassing event from occurring, his discomfort was apparent. He had wanted to know the truth, and now that she had willingly given it to him, it all possibly made even less sense than before. If it was the truth, then why would she tell him such a thing? The fact that she had said it in such a casual manner made it all the more unbelievable. Could it be that it was her idea of humor?

It was not very often that Eliezer would be lost for words. In most cases, one would liken his eloquence to that of an actor who had learned a script by heart. It would not be strange, however, if one were to know that the prince had practically been learning his responses to most situations from 'scripts' his entire life. Almost every line spoken had been committed to memory, waiting for the right moment to be used. Unfortunately, he could find nothing this time as he searched his mind for an appropriate response to Raven's statement. Perhaps he should simply admit that to her. After all, the awkward silence had been lingering for long enough. He had to say something, even if it may not be the right thing to say.

"I- I don't know what to say... Pray tell me you jest, my lady..."

She did mention it was not longer the case, because of how happy he had made her. Apparently, it was the 'love' she had developed for him that inspired the change in her goals. He wanted to believe that he was truly witnessing the powerful influence of love on someone, and to some extent, he actually did, but that did not change the fact that obtaining his love was not her initial intention, and that she basically had him fooled the first time they met. Could he trust what she was saying now? Surely she knew the possible consequences of letting him know her initial goals? What if this was her trusting him to take the next step with such information in mind? He had been plagued by confusion ever since he had met Raven, but was that really a bad thing?

He then managed to snap out of his thoughts and return to the current conversation, for such things could be returned to at a later time. "I simply do what I know is right or appropriate, my lady, and if it all makes you happy, then I am glad to have succeeded in doing so. I also thank you for your encouragement, although there are many times when you have implied that I am inadequate in certain areas. I trust that you have seen an improvement?"

Her kiss felt... pleasant. All logic aside, his relationship with Raven was something he honestly wanted. It was the first thing he could remember desiring that he was not told he should desire. That was not wrong, was it? It could be, if the safety of his family was at risk. It was all very overwhelming at the moment, perhaps speaking with Allister and Mathazar might ease his mind a little.

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"I wish I was jesting but I was so angry with your father and what he did to my family along with many others from where I lived I will admit rage and anger along with revenge had clouded my judgement so yes I did used you in the beginning I used Mathazar generosity to bring me to the palace after I saved him to get close to you since you are the heir and the heir fiancée has access to getting close to the king....." Raven said as she looked down. "You must hate me now after learning the truth about my true intentions but I swear I no longer am after revenge or to shed any blood not after being with you and being with you and of course I have seen an improvement in you Eleiezer." Raven said with a smile and took his hand.

"I really do like you a lot to the point were I even started falling in love with you even though I still dislike your father I do not wish for revenge I just wish to be happy with you and help protect people of this kingdom with you." Raven said to him with a smile.

"I just hope you do not think to ill of me after what I told you but I just did not want to keep it a secret anymore and if I have to re earn your trust I am willing to do what I can to do so....I don't want to lose being by your side Eliezer." Raven said meaning it she just did not desire vegence or to go through with Mathazar bidding.

Raven soon just enjoyed her time with Eliezer just being with him for the past few days she could see him actually being truly happy an smiling more narutally and not that oh must smile for its my royalty thing to do. But after many hours of past Raven noticed the sun was setting and checked the time on her pocket watch. "Well i better be getting back I am sure my brother Andy must be driven to his wits ends after watching the orphaned children today in my absents." SHe siad with a small giggle and put on her new brooch that she got from Eliezer for she truly loved it and was going to treasure.

She then looked at him before giving him another kiss on the cheek. "I hope we can meet again soon ELeizer." She siad with a smile and soon left to return back to her home and to help Andy's its the kids along with discussing moving the orphans out of the city to protect them from Mathazar.

Allister came out of no where again. "Looks like you two had a fun date today and she must really loved your gift for she is wearing it now." He said as he cleared the table from the now empty tray of snack and empty tea cups. "Its nice to see you so happy honestly this is the most happy I have ever seen from you prince Eliezer." Allister said with a smile but knew he was seting a dangerous path forward for he sent word that he had finally found the heir and the next step is prevent the king or the princes.....especially Mathazar know that dear Raven is actually the missing heir to the lunar kingdom the grand daughter of King Richard and daughter of prince Aster or Lunar. "Though I must say it seems like something heavy weighs on your mind would you like to come inside and talk about it or would you also like to have your brother opinion on the matter also?" Allister asked the young prince.

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Eliezer did understand Raven's anger towards his family and her initial desire to harm them, but the clash in their interests was apparent. The sensible thing to do would be to stop seeing her so that he would be at peace knowing he had done all he could to keep his family safe. However, the fact that she had revealed such information to him was leading him to believe everything she had said about only wanting to be with him now. In addition, Raven could be the change that Dainia sorely needed. He could ask for advice from those whom he regularly confided in, but the decision would ultimately be his, and he would have to take responsibility for any consequences resulting from that decision.

He nodded and stood with her when she expressed that she needed to return home. "Oh, of course. I apologize for keeping you from your duties, but do write to the palace when you get the chance, my lady."

He returned her kiss with one on her forehead, and then watched as she happily left. Seeing her in such a mood, a light smile of satisfaction crossed his own face without him realizing it. Perhaps he should return to the village one day and bring gifts to surprise the orphans under her care. He was certain that she would greatly appreciate such a gesture. Was he finally feeling it? The desire to make another happy without an obligation or the thought of one's personal gain? This was care, or even love, was it not? Unfortunately, he soon fell into the trap of attempting to rationalize his current feelings for her, as he would do with any other inexplicable feeling he would experience.

What was it about her exactly, that made him feel such a way? Could other factors have influenced this? With such questions in mind, he was becoming aware of how his doubts in himself had caused him to be so skeptical of Raven's love for him. Deep down, he had never believed that he was someone who could be loved. He had always thought that he had a clear understanding of who he was as a person, of all his capabilities as well as his limitations. Clearly, there was still more about himself that he has yet to discover. His thoughts were interrupted when the butler startled him. Allister made some comments as he collected the dishes, and Eliezer watched him for some time before speaking.

"Your concern for my emotional well-being is greatly appreciated," the prince began before he let out a soft sigh, remembering the odd interaction between his butler and his lady. "It is apparent that you have knowledge about Lady Omrea that you have not revealed to me. I implore you, Allister, tell me what you know."

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Allister looked at Eliezer as he cleared the table and looked away for a second. "I had checked on her for you since she had no record in this town or in the other kingdom you suspected her to be from Lunar." He explained to him as had all the dishes in his hands and had the young prince follow him and had another servent take the tray of dishes. "As head butler of this castle my job is to make sure you are safe so I might have pushed her buttons a few times prying for information but I will say this." He said as he had the prince enter his office. "That girl has no knowledge she is from Lunar from what I can tell her parents never told her a way to probably protect her." Allister said as he sat in his chair and pulled the map out and showed Eliezer where the forest was where the raid happened and where Raven lived and the distance from from Lunar and their kingdom. "It is a few good miles away from the main kingdom but it is in Lunar territory and not many nobles go into the forest for it mainly consist of wood cutters, farmers, and other simple jobs that the low class do and take it into the main part of Lunar to sell." Allister explained to the young prince.

"Her parents if indeed her farther was noble which I truly do believe due to that pocketwatch she posses I think they changed their laws name to hid themeelves and Raven from his family." Allister said to him as he looked at the young prince. "I believe her father was protecting Raven from the nobility world not because he wanted her to be called insignificant because he was scared his family would take her away and prevent them getting to her for some nobility will practice taking their grandchildren away from their own when they marry outside their rank they will disown their children but take the first born grandchild by force and raise it as their own claiming its their son or daughter when reality they are not." Allister finished explaining to the prince. "Her parents must of not wanted to happen so to protect her more is to move in an area away from nobles and royalty would not dare to go too then kept her in the dark who her grandparents are and where they reside originally to make sure raven did not suffer the same fate her father went through before meeting her mother." Allister said as he sat back in his chair.

Allister looked at the prince Eliezer and was debating on revealaing what he learned but feared that the walls have ears lately for he had felt like he has been spied on. "But from what I did learn is that you can not tell her this for I was able to coax her mothers name and maiden name and I learned that her mother is actually my sister...........meaning Raven is actually my niece." Allister said looking at Eliezer dead in the eye when he revealed that small part of what he actually knew. "My missing sisters daughter and to only learn my sister is dead and I have a niece soI have no clue how to really react around the girl now." Allister said with a sigh as he sat back in is chair waiting for his reaction.

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Eliezer only listened as he returned to the palace with his butler, and upon entering Allister's quarters, took the seat across the desk from the older man. The butler and the prince had done their research separately, but it seemed that the both of them had come to similar conclusions - Raven was of Lunar, and of noble blood. She and her family had resided in Wynton Forest before Dainia troops raided the area. However, Eliezer still had no knowledge of which noble family she and her father belonged to. With that in mind, he still wondered about the pages he found missing from that book about the Lunar Kingdom in the palace study, and if Allister had anything to do with it.

Eliezer nodded at the information and theory provided by the butler. "It is apparent that Lady Omrea is unfamiliar with the aesthetics of Lunar, which explains her inability to identify the origin of the heirloom in her possession. I do not suppose you know which family in particular that pocket watch belongs to?"

What Allister had to say next then astounded Eliezer. For as long as he had known, Allister had just always been around to cater to the needs of the royal family. He knew nothing of his past and where he came from, and to have him suddenly reveal such information was most unexpected. Of course, the information itself greatly contributed to the shock. His lady was his butler's niece? His safety might have been the first reason for Allister to have gotten involved in matters concerning Raven, but with this newfound knowledge, what was the butler going to do?

"Unbelievable... If that is the truth, then do accept my sincerest condolences, regarding the death of your sister. As with Lady Omrea, I can only apologize to you on behalf of my family. I must say that I am now rather curious as to how you came to be in our service, although I am aware that this is irrelevant and understand if you wish not to share this with me. The current issue is with Lady Omrea. I care deeply for her, in a way I cannot explain, but I am unsure if acting on such a feeling is the right thing to do. If I am to protect her, I can never let the king and queen know of her bloodline. They must never see that heirloom in her hands. As possibly her only family left, you would aid me in doing this, yes?"


[System]
Sex: Female
Age: 17
Experiment Tier: Leaf
Enhanced Trait 1: Enhanced muscle tissue
Enhanced Trait 1 Downside: "Enhanced" is being generous. She's just stronger than she would be normally for a girl her age.
Enhanced Trait 2: Pain receptor suppressant
Enhanced Trait 2 Downside: While the pain is ignored, the rest of the trouble that comes with the wound is not.
Faction: N/A (Nomadic)
Appearance:

Clothing: As pictured with a few odds and ends around. Mainly military-surplus grade clothing.
Personality: Quiet but not totally antisocial. Curious, but also cautious. Still prefers to be distanced rather than at the center of attention
Weapons: McMillan CS5 with suppressor, Rock Island Armory M1911, OKC FF6 Freedom Fighter
Equipment: Rucksack, TAC belt, side holster, ammunition pouches on both legs, knee pads, elbow pads, shoulder pad, sleeping bag, flashlight, bandages, tourniquet, pack of cigarettes, mini multi-fuel stove, canteen, multi-tool
Bio: Joy had the rough life like the other test subjects. She was an alternate, though. The government mainly kept her around just in cases they needed one more test subject to experiment on in the event they ran out. However, with the help of the Three Kings, she ran out first before they could get to her. Being older than the others, she had the luxury of getting some extra free time in which was usually spent reading old Tom Clancy novels and bugging security guards to show her tricks they learned. While most never bothered to give her the time of day, she managed to get some one-on-one time at the range during the off hours with a few. Marksmanship was an essential skill that needed to be honed, along with how to determine and eliminate priority targets. These were hard lessons that she needed to learn.

After the escape, Joy hung around with some of the other girls. Two injections gave her a muscle mass boost and a sort of regulatory strain that deactivated her pain receptors. Though not exactly on board with the idea of the last one, she figured that since she was being hunted now like the others that it would be better to go with what she could than not. After two weeks of being on the run, she became separated from the other girls. Lacking much in the sense of a personal arsenal at the moment, she snuck out and made her way to a junkyard. She now lives out of one of the vans, trying to keep her spirits up, her stomach full, and her head on her shoulders.

[User]
Joy snored loudly as she laid in her sleeping bag. She couldn't help it after the long night she had been through. A harsh banging on the back door of the van drew her slowly out of her slumber with each instance until she finally woke up. She unzipped her bag and crawled over to the back door. A small pair of curtains kept the sun out and prying eyes. She slowly sat up, rubbing her eyes and holding her handgun. Slowly she drew the curtain to peek out to the outside. An older man with graying hair under a work cap and a matching beard was standing there. The groundskeeper of the junkyard. Slowly she opened it and peered out.

"What is it, Big Joe? You know what fuckin' time it is?"

"Yes, little lady, I do. I also know that some military types were on their way through here. Said they had rights to search fer squatters and whatnot."

"Military? Oh fuck..."

"You and I both know they ain't here fer the squatters."

"Big Joe..."

"Don't make nothin' of it. Git yerself together and make yerself scarce. I'll try to keep them out of this area as long as I can. Saw one of their big vehicles out front too."

"That makes thing difficult. They near the break in the fence?"

"Not yet, but they may be soon."

"Alright. Take it easy, Big Joe. I'll be around sometime."

With that info fresh in her mind, Joy quickly popped some caffeine pills and washed it down with some rainwater she had been collecting from her rain catcher in the sunroof. She threw her jacket, her belts, and all her pouches onto her person. She tore down everything that indicated the van had been lived in and threw it into her rucksack. Finally, she holstered her handgun and stepped out of the van, pulling her hood up. She gave Big Joe a quick hug goodbye before turning around and high-tailing it out.

The junkyard was a maze, truly, which was both a blessing and a curse. She needed to get out, but finding her way around parts unknown was harder than it looked. At least she knew if she was always heading at least some direction, she'd hit the fence eventually. So even though the soldiers were out and around, they weren't aware that she was moving out. They'd be taking their sweet time, trying to sneak up on her and hoping to catch her napping. Not now, though. No, this time she'd be gone before they knew she was ever there. At least, that's what she hoped. Getting around was difficult, and she had to climb over car piles a lot more than she found comfortable. They were unstable, and it made her nervous.

Just when she climbed up and took a few seconds to judge the distance she was from the fence, she heard metal creaking underneath her. Thinking fast, she jumped and hit the ground on a roll. The four-car tower became a three-car tower as a sedan slipped off the edge and crashed. That was going to draw attention, so Joy beat feet onto her goal, which was almost in sight. Voices from behind her only served to increase her speed until, finally and thankfully, she was able to slip out. For now, she was okay, but it wasn't going to be like that for long. She kept up her pace to head deeper into New York, keeping a lookout on a place to dive in and lay low. An apartment complex that looked like it had seen much better days in the past (and more residents), seemed like a good place to stop for now. She slipped in through the front door after making sure no one else was around and sighed.

Out of the frying pan, but not sure if the burner was lit. Joy drew her 1911 and clicked the safety off. Leaving it cocked didn't hurt it, so she hadn't messed with it after her encounter with Miro. Miro...well, at least he was good for one thing: he let her know just how well her disguise was working. Well...from the neck up anyway. She looked down. With the rucksack straps around her shoulders, she noticed her prominent mounds under her jacket. Great. She cursed herself for her natural bustiness and vowed to try binding herself down with some pressure bandages later on. At least, if she could. The first thing to do was to make sure no one was going to fuck with her in this building, if there was anyone to do so.

Slowly, but surely, she carefully made her first steps inside and began to clear out as much as she could see from the building. She knew to pie her corners, but she really wasn't wanting to try jiggling door handles. Her combat boots also made audible noise that was only slightly softer the slower she stepped. Well, at least if anyone else was here, they'd be wanting to get the hell out. Combat boots were usually worn by the government types, and spelled trouble. Joy prayed that anyone would get the hell out at the sound of her footsteps if they were here. It was just easier. And yet, sometimes things are never easy, nor do they usually turn out the way we want them to.

[Assistant]
Miro's eyebrows lifted visiblely as his personal space was rudely invaded. Eyes met eyes, a jaded tired gaze, with a steely inquisitive one. Miro did only wander once to look at Bea's seat, now vacant. Apparently she had taken the Thinker orders at heart as well, too.

Lil' bugger knows when to fold em. He thought with a bit of relief, as he grew increasingly pressured by the awkward position the Thinker had when questioning him. Nice butt wiggling. Miro added, being slightly distracted before refocusing on the face of the older girl.

"I came for booty." He deadpanned, his voice following suit to his gaze. "You know, chicks dig heroic, reliable figures... and do you know how hard is to find people of my age? Really hard. But noo, you have to get in my way and don't swallow my lies!" He added raising his eyebrows and voice for a brief while, before letting a small chuckle.

"As if." Miro smirked. "What I told you before is what I honestly feel. Or what I want to feel at this moment. Of course, it's the edulcorated version. But you doubt everything thrown at him? Right. Hunt or be hunted? The world is full of liars? I know. I try not to lie. Much. An open hand is better than a fist." Miro scratched his head, his gaze now acquiring a rather serious intensity.

"But if you must know as a head honcho, I'll tell you that much." He paused, and inhaled.

"Reckoning. I want revenge. Justice. To see the responsible of all this dead and helpless. Words cannot tell how angry I am. They plucked out the flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood. And I want them to PAY. Olga didn't deserve it. And I didn't deserve to be duped. like this." Clenching his teeth and fist he inhaled a second time, an effort to calm himself.

"But going like a crazy berseker yelling on top of my lungs is stupid. Stupid and selfish. Cooperation is wiser for the time being, brain for brawn and that stuff. It's still suicidal, not that I care that much, I mean, by my forties I will be a wreck with the conditioning my body already has." Miro added, in his calm voice. "So why not try to set rights for once, instead of wallowing in hatred and pity?".

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"Only when I know they're going to return the favor at earliest opportunity." Adrian replied as he started laying pieces of herring onto each individual cracker, lining them up neatly and slowly and methodically chewing them down one at a time.

He listened to Joslyn's idea of following him everywhere, at least until she felt he could be trusted to make-good on the deal, and nodded kindly as he reached into his shirt-pocket.

"By all means, you may accompany me." He replied, as he pulled-out a flat metal flask; "this should help with your jitters." He offered, but seeing as she probably didn't trust him enough to believe it wasn't poison or tranquilizers, popped the cap and took a lengthy draught for himself before offering a second time, shaking it to indicate that the offer was not empty.

Joslyn stared at him for a moment, eyeing the flask before she reached out and took it from him, careful not to touch him before she brought the object up to her nose. When she was sure it was just alcohol, she gave him a look before downing some of what was in the flask and made a face. "You do know I am only 17 right?" she questioned as she looked at him, "And my shaking is a side effect of my heightened reflexes... there isn't really much I can do about that."

Offering him a shy smile, she plopped down next to Adrian and snagged one of the pickled herring covered crackers before popping it into her mouth. While it was not her most favorite thing on the planet, it was something that she could eat easily and it didn't go bad incase she wasn't home for days on end. Now she was looking at being able to get something good to eat and hopefully some decent clothing on her back minus the maybe two outfits and her experiment uniform that she had.

"No, I did not. But I suppose I'm going to call-in a favor and have your papers forged in any case, if I expect you to work with me." Adrian admitted, as they continued to share a few more morsels, listening to her reason for having the shakes.

"And I suppose your sensitivity to light is enhanced, also. I'll make a point not to put-on any light-shows during your shift." He stipulated, before he froze for a second, trying not to make any noise so he could determine whether or not he was hearing things.

"Boots."
 He whispered, as he slunk over to the closet-door to fetch a pair of knives, one for Joslyn, and one for himself as he gingerly lifted the SR-25 and aimed it at the door, praying they wouldn't have to deal with any seekers today. He gave a glance at Joslyn, and tried to see if she had any access to a nearby fire-escape, but knew that even if there was one, a military operation would already have most escape-routes covered.

Joslyn focused on what he was doing for some time, her mind a little slow but she wasn't exactly worried. "It's only one pair, I doubt that it's anything to be worried about," she grumbled, slowly standing up before yanking the door open, her firearm in hand, "Seeeeeeee, one person... who is in my house... why the fuck is everyone in my god damn house?! First this guy and now... this... person... urg..." She simply threw her arms up and sulked back to where she was and flopped back down, clearly displeased.

Wait,

only

one?
 Adrian asked, stupefied by Joslyn's sudden carelessness... probably more to do with her lack of sleep than from some sort of yet-unheard-of alcohol-intolerance... That or she'd make for one really cheap drunk... easy to tell if she's sampling the merch...

He carefully peeked around the corner, and sure enough, only one person... still one person with a gun...

"You're... not military, are you?" He asked, "they don't send just one... you their decoy?" He kept the rifle trained on the stranger's misshapen silhouette, but things seemed to be de-escalating pretty fast despite the paranoia being thick enough to parkour from here to LA without your feet ever touching the ground.

[Assistant]
Well, there was the fire. Joy didn't understand much about why the other girl was so mad, but then again she had a run-in with someone trying to get into her home just today too. Still, the business end of a rifle made her stop and think.

"Jeez, that's a big gun. What is that, an AR-15? No, it's definitely longer. The magazine is also different. It must be chambered for seven six two then. This is bad. I hoped that they'd want to avoid contact but now I'm getting held at gun point. Is my safety still on? No, okay at least there's that but still. What are the chances that I can make a step back without getting shot? Not very likely. I'm still in no position to make any sort of moves unless I want a new hole. Damn, this isn't how it's supposed to go! Wait...a girl? Maybe...it's worth a shot."

Slowly, Joy took her left hand off the handgun from the Weaver stance she was in, and swung the 1911 around slowly until she was pointing it at the wall. There was a soft metallic click as she reengaged the safety before carefully putting it into her holster. She still had her knife, though, so she knew that if anything happened she wasn't entirely defenseless. She put her hands up, but pointed into the doorway. Hopefully, Joslyn would have enough mental capacity to be able to make the distinction from military to GMG with her dog tag.


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K e n s h i n   Personal Dossier

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Takeda Kenshin

Age
 15
Origin
 Tomari, Shiribeshi Subprefecture, Hokkaido, Japan
Physical Description
 Kenshin stands at 157cm (5'3") and sports a slim yet athletic physique. Having spent a good portion of his life helping his father in the fishery, Kenshin has a habit of wearing work clothes when not in uniform. Contradictory of his intense storm gray eyes, Kenshin constantly maintains a bright smile on his face and keeps his long black hair in a messy ponytail. When his quirk is in its active state, his entire body also exhibits a dull neon glow.
Characterization
 * Enthusiastic
* Friendly
* Naive
* Nervous
* Timid
* Hard-Working

Personal History
 Born to a small town in Northern Japan to a Fisherman, and his Korean wife; Kenshin always felt out of place among his peers. He was teased, mocked and humiliated daily for his distinct Korean features, and the fact that he'd yet to present a quirk for his first years of school certainly didn't help in the slightest. The only escape from the constant barrage of insults and degradation Kenshin could find was by immersing himself in the fantastical world of pro heroes and daydreaming about what it would feel like to be one himself. On Kenshin's eighth birthday, his quirk manifested for the first time-- needless to say the boy's parents were shocked to find an ecstatic glowing child smiling down at them from the ceiling over their bed. For the first time in his life, Kenshin felt not just welcomed by his peers, but celebrated. Whether it was a ball on a roof, a kite in a tree, or the box of cookies on the top shelf; Kenshiro could get them all with a showy representation of his new abilities. Consumed by a childish sense of pride, he thought no feat to be beyond his reach. Ever eager to prove himself, and garner more of the newfound popularity and respect he had grown to crave, he recklessly pushed himself even further with every passing day. Kenshiro's tenth birthday was the day it all came crashing down. A single balloon from the humble celebration had taken off into the sky-- everyone had said to let it go, but the boy didn't listen; he'd done a simple trick countless times indoors, and was convinced that it would be no different outside. By the time Kenshin realized his mistake, he was hundreds of meters above the ground. Fear choked froze the air in his lungs as panic caused his quirk to go wild; shaking him like a doll in the hands of an angry toddler before sending him plummeting. Though he'd been lucky enough to have a pro hero save him before he hit the ground, Kenshin's confidence would never recover. Everything he'd built within those last two years had crumbled away in a matter of weeks, rather than tormented, he was shunned with silent pity. As time passed, Kenshiro had eventually stopped practicing with his quirk entirely and resolved within himself that he would instead take over the fishery from his father rather than become a hero like he'd dreamed for so long. After all, how could he be a hero if he couldn't even protect himself? One afternoon while helping his father on the fishing boat, the aging man pulled his son aside to talk. The old fisherman revealed to his Kenshin that he had once dreamed of being a hero himself, but he'd flunked out during his second year. He knew the pain of watching a dream crumble to dust, and for years he'd been pinching every penny he could, just so he could give his son a second chance to reach that elusive dream-- and become a hero; for both of them.
Character Development & Conceptualization
 Much like his quirk defies the gravity, Kenshin is meant to embody the spirit of overcoming fear, past failures, and self-doubt. Weighed down with a paralyzing fear of heights, and a traumatic event that nearly ended his life, I'd like to see Kenshiro take full advantage of this second chance at herodom, pushing both himself and those around him to break free from the insecurities that keep them from being the best heroes they can be. My vision for Kenshin is a character who has already lost their own ambition, and is instead kept going by the ambition of those around him, such as his father. This is why despite his insecurities, he strives to push others forward, and by supporting their dreams, maybe, just maybe, it might rekindle some part of that fire he lost years ago. Abilities & Talents

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Quirk Type
 Emitter
Quirk Description
 Personal Gravity (個人の重力 Kojin no jūryoku): Kenshin's quirk allows him to generate g-forces and apply them to his own body, effectively allowing him to walk on any (reasonably) flat surface. Currently, Kenshin can output a total force of 2g, but can individually apply each g forward, backward, up, down, left, or right. So far, there are only three ways to effectively cancel the effects of Kenshin's Personal Gravity; by Kenshins's own volition, if Kenshin is incapacitated, or if Kenshin is hit with an emp. Due to nearly killing himself with his quirk in the past, Kenshin outright refuses to activate his quirk midair, and will only utilize it with his feet within arm's length of the surface he intends to walk on.
Other Talents & Attributes
 Let's set sail!: Countless hours helping his father with his fishing boat has made Kenshin incredibly familiar with the operation of various forms of watercraft. Can I get down please?: Kenshin suffers from a paralyzing fear of heights. I'm a little rusty...: Due to his accident, Kenshin isn't as adept with his quirk as he used to be. You can do it!: Despite how he's been treated in the past by people around him, Kenshin can't help but cheer on his peers at every available opportunity..... Even if it's embarrassing as hell.

[User]
Kana's first night at Ishin had not been too dissimilar to her first night in Kagoshima. A new home, a new bed, and hours of fitful sleep she could have counted on one hand. She wasn't exhausted, thankfully; she'd grown accustomed to an erratic and stingy sleeping schedule through long stretches of brickish mattresses in roadside motels, or the passenger seat of her father's car. Ishin was generous enough to give her a soft bed, warm sheets, and clean air, and so whatever restfulness was lost had been made up for quite well in comfort.

She'd been awake when Wakako left, tempted to ask if they might walk to class together, but she refrained. Her roommate had put up with her enough yesterday, and the last thing Kana wanted to do was repay Wakako's kindness by being a burden, or clinging too tightly. Instead, once she was alone, Kana shuffled out of bed—folding the sheets without much practice,—donned her uniform, and gathered her materials into a small satchel she'd tucked into the duffle bag. On her way out, she took quick stock of herself in the dorm's bathroom mirror, and frowned.

Hoped you might not recognize yourself just because you're wearing a fancy uniform? she thought bitterly. One decent day isn't enough to wash her out of your face. Sorry.

The map and instructions were clear, and Kana arrived at the classroom early, it seemed. Earlier at least than the teacher. There were already a few students there, faces she recognized from the day before—the put-off foreigner, the "kind of stiff looking guy" Wakako had mentioned, and the friendly, gelatinous Nadeshiko.

Wakako herself was there as well, sat beside Osamu. Kana smiled to her, waved, and noticed the seats were labeled. It must have been good luck, Wakako being seated next to the one person she'd known from the assembly, luck that Kana was hopeful for herself. Unluckily, she didn't find her name near Wakako, or even Nadeshiko. A bit anxious, she checked the seats nearby the foreign girl—as quiet and unobtrusively as she could—but she didn't find herself there, either. That wasn't much of a consolation, Kana had been hoping for a seat near the back. Out of sight, out of mind. But as she continued to search, raking each row seat by seat, that anxiety built, and built, as she went on and on and on fruitlessly until at last there it was, and suddenly more than ever before she wished her name was not Mutsuki Kana.

Mutsuki Kana was assigned to the front row.

Kill me.

[Assistant]
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Hair: perfect. Makeup: light and natural. Uniform: ironed.

Asuka was more than ready to get the ball rolling. She and her new dorm mate got along swimmingly (or at the very minimum they didn't hate one another, so that was just a plus in her book), but she didn't socialize as much as she wanted to. Not that it mattered, there was plenty of time to get to know her classmates and plenty of opportunity to network and weed out who was worth talking to. Now that she had her first impression mostly out of the way, she needed to leave a good image of herself to whatever teacher ended up with them.

Her morning routine had been optimized to get herself ready faster than normal; there was no need to practice any speeches where anyone could hear them, and she wasn't about to reveal that side of herself to Mizuhana. Instead, she pampered herself and focused on her image, making sure she looked as cute as always before heading out to the classroom. She supposed she could have invited Mizuhana, but going independently would establish that she knew how to give people space. Clinginess was never really her thing, anyway.

Few students were starting to take their seats by the time Asuka arrived, and she strolled through the door casually. While she normally would have opted for a seat towards the front, she wondered if sitting in the back would help her watch her classmates more closely. Then again that could give off the wrong impression. Lingering slightly, she didn't see any familiar faces that she could attach to as an excuse. How troublesome.

She supposed it didn't really matter, instead choosing the closest seat. Fluffing her hair with her fingers for a moment, she flipped her hair over her shoulder, opening her compact to double-check her bangs.

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[User]
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Sapporo, Japan
Ishin Academy, Dormitory. April 8th

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The morning had gone quickly. Shun had met his roommate, who was in class 1B. Apparently the two were the only mixed room, and they'd traded enough pleasantries for the morning. Shun was actually the first to leave, and he cradled the pineapple in his arms. Today was the day, after all! The brisk morning air was enough to wake him up as he marched through snowy concrete towards the class building.

He arrived in the middle of his classmate's entries. He was neither early nor late, which made him feel a bit better about himself. The first day of class was always about first impressions, after all. He placed the bagged pineapple on his desk, and took a seat, glancing towards the door.

It wouldn't be too long now before his school year began in earnest.

[Assistant]
Location: Ishin Academy, Sapporo, Japan -- April 8th

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"Is the teacher invisible... or just messing with us?" Yoshiba muttered underneath her breath as she took her seat.

Ishin Academy was a high class institution so there was no doubt in Yoshiba's mind that this was the case. Her eyes looked to the clock as if waiting for it to hit the exact time class was supposed to start. She crossed her arms, as her hair twitched every few moments. She had been waiting for this since she applied to Ishin, so she couldn't help but be unsteady and excited to get started. In fact, the entire time class had been brought up in the previous day she had bemoaned some kind of annoyance of it being a day away.

Admittedly, she was also in a sort of mood where she was slightly annoyed that she hadn't been the first student to arrive, but at the very least she had not been one of the last and she had not been late. She had just remained quiet with her eyes on the clock.

[User]
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Sayuri was tired. Not that she was expecting otherwise. She'd spent the last two weeks in a storm of getting ready to move, her best friend dragging her literally everywhere to spend as much time as they could, her mom doing the same while keeping up her normal training. Add to that an uncomfortable trip and only a few hours sleep the night before.

That morning she got up, cleaned up, got dressed and headed out for breakfast as quickly as she could paying her roommate little attention outside a good morning, some verbal grumbling about the required uniform skirt, and replying when addressed. She left quickly eating breakfast quickly before heading directly to class. Stepping into the classroom she looked around not familiar with anyone there. Only a few others were there when she got there. She made her way to the sheet left in the front.

Let's see… I am… oh good I have a window seat. That's always nice, she checks through the rest of the list commiting names to memory. None particularly caught her eye so she turned and made her way to her seat. Reaching it she yawned before dropping down to wait for the teacher to arrive.

[Assistant]
Sapporo, Japan
Ishin Academy, 1-A Classroom, April 8th

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Kenshin sighed as he walked hurriedly through the halls of Ishin Academy. It felt as if the world itself had been trying to stop him from becoming a hero. He'd not only missed orientation due to missing his train, but now found himself lost on the campus itself. A clammy hand rubbed the boy's groggy eyes as Kenshin lamented his situation. "C'mon Kenshin! You can't give up on your first day just because you're a little tired! You're here to become a pro hero, not a dropout!" he quietly reassured himself as he continued to trudge through the halls. Truthfully, the previous night had been a sleepless one; anxiety having tied a sickly knot in his stomach.

Before long, he finally found his way to the classroom. As he approached the door, he noticed that room ahead was oddly quiet... Have they not started yet? By some stroke of luck, it seemed Kenshin had successfully made it to class on time today. A sigh of relief passed his lips as a beaming smile spread across his face, sharply contrast to the dark lines under his eyes. Excited to start class (despite his worries) Kenshin promptly checked the seating chart, and took his place in one of the front row seats.


[System]
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Height: 5'4 (162 cm)
Hair Color: Caramel brown
Eye Color: Green

Personality:

Playful: Ian has a rather playful side to him, even more so when he finds someone or something that is shiny enough to grab his attention. A bit of a trickster and a harmless prankster, Ian has had the tendency to perhaps push a few peoples buttons or going a bit too far when trying to achieve a bit of fun.
Shiny Collector: When stumbling upon something 'shiny' as the boy would call it, he isn't always able to contain himself from picking it up and putting it in his pocket; be it marbles, smoothed out glass, funny shaped rocks, coins and more.
Fluster-Panic: When put on the spot in one way or another, Ian doesn't know just how to handle too much attention. Panicking, doing most of the time just the opposite of what he should do, the brunette ends up doing things to screw up one way or another without thinking. Almost like his mind completely looses it's filter and his actions become rather impulsive.

Strengths and Skills:

Creative: Ian always has managed to see the use out of almost everything he has come across. Even though his creative side isn't perhaps always useful, the brunette loves to create what he likes to call art. Be it with sculpting, painting, shredding up old clothes, or even just to piece together the 'shiny's' he has come across in some way.
Dependable: Unlike what Ian's personality must say about him, Ian is a good listener and a friend of his friends. If he can, Ian will go out of his way to help his friends when they are feeling down.
Friendly: If you are nice, charming or funny, you officially become Ian's friend. Even though the boy can be a bit of an harmless prankster, he always tries to be friendly at the start. Greeting everyone with a bright smile, even a hug if it's welcomed.

Flaws and Weaknesses:

Technical difficulties: Never, ever, ever, place Ian in front of a computer. Ian was shunned by the tech-gods when he was born, and little has changed over the years. His ability to break anything which is plugged into an electric port in itself could be considered a talent if breaking things could be considered as one, as for using it? Maybe one day.
Culinary "artist": The gods must of being having a public holiday during his christening, as the deities of the dining table also forgot to give him their blessings. Ian is a mess in the kitchen and in addition to his destructive powers with electronic appliances, his 'kitchen witchcraft' can sadly even set water on fire. At least the fire looks pretty?
Fear of isolation: Ian has never really been all that good at being by himself, leading him to consider almost everybody he comes across as his friend and blindly trusts them. His mind seeming to conjure up an irrational fear of being alone and forgotten if left alone for too long. Which, at times, can lead to the young man to go out of his way to seek attention from others when being left alone for too long; not always the good kind. Which perhaps isn't really the greatest combination due to the fact that Ian can tend to panic when it comes to too much attention.

Memories:
(Identity): ???
(Event): ???
(Dreams): ???
(Death): ???

Other: If there is anything more you would like to know about Ian, then you must just find that out during the course of the roleplay~

[User]
"Ouch…!" Aleric crouched on the ground, gently holding the growing bump on his head. The edge of his sight was fuzzy. For a moment there, he saw stars in orbit. Fortunately, the heavy impact from that stick wasn't hard enough for him to get knocked out, but - added to the fact he was collecting injuries left and right – it wasn't helping the headache that was slowly forming. After the stranger had expressed extreme displeasure, his possible means for answers quickly ran off deeper into the forest with the word "home" blatantly tossed in his face.

"Ah, wait! I'm sorry! Please come back!" Aleric called out as he quickly stood and winced at the first pound of pain in his head. Don't touch the ears, he duly noted with a grimace. Quickly shaking his head, he hurried after the wolf-like man who already proved himself superior in both speed and grace by weaving through the trees with ease several feet ahead. The young blond was by no means a gazelle and could only stumble his way through the forest, hoping to at least keep the silvery blue tail in his line of sight. If he can't get the stranger to stop, then he might as well follow him back "home."

[Assistant]
Zeke couldn't help but roll his eyes as he heard the blond man asking him to 'come back.' Not even the dumbest animal Zeke could think of would have obliged such a ridiculously suicidal request. The man really did seem harmless and a bit buffoonish, especially when he stumbled and staggered around in his hopelessly futile attempts to give chase, the only thing intimidating about Aleric was amount of noise he was making as he followed. Seemingly slamming his foot down on every twig as he walked. It even sounded like he'd walked into a tree once or twice… but surely that had to be Zeke's imagination?

Zeke was more worried about the other presence his sensitive ears had picked up on. Someone who 'smelled' significantly different from the earthy scented mushroom diver. The second presence moved with much more confidence, not quite swiftly to be considered a hunter, but something in the air seemed to give of the vibe that Zeke didn't want their paths to cross.

Fortunately Zeke was a fair way away when Akiko burst out to intersect the path Zeke had already passed by. Though when he heard the brunette girl chasing after him, the wolf-man was fears had been confirmed. These… 'creatures' weren't definitely predators, no docile harmless creature Zeke had ever come across would ever chase him so persistently, and…. The deep crimson red eyes of the woman trailing after him looked dangerously, reflecting the sunlight and bathed in the shadows of the tree canopy in the worst possible way, giving her what many would consider a dangerously sinister look.

Unfortunately Zeke attention had been so focused on getting away from red-eyes that he'd failed to pay attention to the group he originally headed for, and by the time he turned his head to place his gaze on Ian, the shorter male burst out from behind a wall of bushes. Startling Zeke and causing him to ungracefully fall backwards onto his backside. These…. 'mushroom lovers' were appearing all over the place, almost like goblins in a mineshaft. Fortunately though Ian seemed just as startled by his presence as Zeke had been, and without giving it any further thought Zeke scrambled back onto his feet before veering sharply off to the left. It was a slight detour, but the stealthy appearance out of thin air was enough to make Zeke think twice about intersecting the loud group he'd heard earlier.

Managing to quickly gain some ground, Zeke smugly stopped and arrogantly swished his tail in a mocking gesture.
"You wingless birdmen are slow, you should just give up and go home before you fall out of a tree like the first one" Zeke smirked smugly. "You don't belong here, this is my forest, my mushrooms, and my ears!" he added, holding out one arm to the side to indicate his forest, before placing his hand protectively on the ear that Aleric had so rudely poked.

[User]
"Wow, that's really good. Did you draw this?" Emilie asked excitedly.

"I don't know, this was all I had with me when I woke up. Though it's most likely that yes," Kotori then showed the drawing that she was doing until a few moments ago to Emilie.

After her first answer, the hyperactive still asked in her usual cheery voice,"What do you mean something is observing us? Is this another one of your riddles?"

"It's like the unrest of looking at the sky on a moonless night, an ominous sensation not based on facts, but on instinct" Kotori said as the wind blew her short hair and her light clothes around.

---After Ian's and Brock's exchange---

So, it was just like Kotori thought at first, no one of them seemed to able to recall anything of their backstories and yet they all remembered how to do a lot of things, like walking and talking, or drawing in her case. "I'm like a canvas before anyone applies any paint it," Kotori said.

Then, as Ian walked way to check on the strange sounds near them, Kotori's eye caught the glimpse of someone sitting under a tree far to their right. As she approached the person, Kotori asked, "Hi, can I ask you something? Are you another soul, fated to wander these woods aimlessly, or do you know anything about this this place that we don't?"

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@Onarax@Crimmy@karamonnom

[Assistant]
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"What?"

She hadn't expected there to be others here with her, so when the voice suddenly intruded, Brook immediately craned her neck around to find the source. Another girl. With an eyepatch. Huh, was that an eyepatch? Was the person a pirate? No wait that clothing was ... PJs? Actual PJs? Dozens of thoughts flashed through her mind. She'd just gotten used to the fact that she had no memories and now there were people to meet.

Did the other girl know her? The hamster wheel in her brain started to turn. No, there wasn't any recognition whatsoever on the person's face. Brook tried to parse the question. A lost soul? She was definitely lost but she had no idea who, what, when, where, why and how. Oh so she'd found another lost person. Or someone with memories but one or the other.

Wait, she was still staring weirdly at the girl. Her mouth would catch flies at this rate.

"I'm pretty lost ac-tu-a-lly," she said with a mild grin, her final word drawled out. "Just been lazing around here until you came along. So what up?"

[User]
"I'm pretty lost ac-tu-a-lly," The other girl said grinning, her final word dragging into some kind of stutter. "Just been lazing around here until you came along. So what up?"

"I don't know, neither of us do, it's just like we were drawn into a maze and no one seems to remember naught but their names. Say, are you the same, our do you possess any memories beyond waking up on this forest?"

"Tough, some of these answers might have to wait. We should get out of this forest before night falls, this wind bodes an ominous presence, can you feel it?" Kotori said as she gestures the other girl, which she now noticed, was way taller that her, to get up. "The others are just over there, I guess we can stay safe as long as we travel as a group. I'm Kotori Tsubasa, what's your name?"

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[Assistant]
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"Guess something weird's gotta be happening," she replied, a hint of thoughtfulness entering her tone. Her right hand was pressing agains the tree trunk as she rose awkwardly from the ground. Her butt was cold and covered in dirt from having been sitting for so long, and she could feel her legs wobble slightly. She should've picked a better resting spot, but hey, the shade was here. And speaking of the shade, a hole in the leaf cover had likely opened up and light was shining down onto her head.

Wasn't as bright as it had been, but the teenager still found it pretty hot for her liking. Her eyes were still pretty tired right now.

"No memories, only names huh?" continued the girl, leaning down to pat some soil off her trousers. "That's real suss. But anyway, if by 'oominous wind' or whatever you mean that this place is totally creepy, I agree."

Huh, she was pretty tall compared to the other girl.

"Brooklyn Bridges," she said with a smile. "Nice to meetcha."

[User]
Ian found himself blinking his eyes and landing on his backside into the bush that he had made his way out of when he met the sight of the canine eared man. Just who in the world had he stumbled upon? Shaking his head, the brunette awkwardly climbed his way out of the bush before hissing slightly from between his teeth. Not only was a hospital gown perhaps a bit too revealing for a trip to the woods, but also it did not seem to shield him from the branches that caught him. Lucky enough for the boy though, the bush he had fallen into was not a thorny rose bush. Being caught by something like that did not even seem pleasant just imagining it. Green eyes found themselves looking over to the eared stranger that had startled him enough to fall backwards, curiously raising a brow when the other spoke of having seen more. Surely, the three he had bumped into already would have mentioned seeing a wolf eared man with a tail if they had.

 Though a sound coming from the direction the wolf had been running from, got Ian to get his attention there; seeing the girl with the crimson red eyes. The way the sun rays and the shadows of the tree hit them almost got Ian to jump willingly back into the bush he, just moments ago, had such trouble getting out of. The sinister look they gave almost got a shiver to run down the boys spine as he took a careful step backwards, while he debated with himself on who looked more terrifying; the man with the cute tail and wolf ears, or the girl with the blood red eyes that had been running after the wolf man.

 The green eyes also did not seem to take all that long seeing a glimpse of a blond running from the same direction after the brunette. Just who was chasing who here? Ian asked himself as another step back was taken. Though, when the brunette managed to see the girl better, the sinister look he had seen before slowly vanished as the light from the sun changed it's setting due to the shadows from the trees. The girl looked like she was just a bit younger then himself, and a bit shorter, and Ian most likely had at some point described her as cute if the shiver from the sinister look had just not finished running down his spine. So far, it seemed, the group of people was getting a bit bigger. Though the big question was; who was the wolf man?


[System]
Appearance
looks wolf-like enough
Werewolf form
Race
Werewolf

Skill/Magic
As an alpha he can howl other creatures to submission, but creatures stronger than him cant be submitted. And also as an alpha werewolf he is immune towards illusion and charm magic.

Equipment
heavy armor
Starfang Greatsword

Bio

An alpha is the leader of the werewolves, the wise that other wolves follow, the strongest who would be the protector of his people, and the leader in any hunt or war... Wolfric was a prince to the werewolves kingdom, his father Adolf was the alpha, who in his rule contributed in many ways to advance his race and continue the prosperous life that they led. They were the strongest kingdom between the the three kingdoms of men and vampires. Adolf had great expectations for his son. Since he was a cub he started teaching him and training him so that one day he can take challenge him and rule the kingdom. Wolfric learned and grew stronger, yet it wasn't his dream to rule the kingdom and be the alpha. But at the same time he didn't want to disappoint his father...

When Wolfric matured and was able to lead hunts, as full fledged werewolf prince, he couldn't take it anymore. So he had to confront him and tell his desire to be a wild of the wilds, not an alpha. And he had to do it fast before he has to challenge his father. It was just like he expected, hi father strongly disagreed, yet he offered him a solution if he would defeat him in battle to complete his rite of passage to awaken as an alpha, he would allow him to live the life he wants. It was a long bloody battle between a father and son, under the eyes of all the kingdom. It was epic and it seemed for long that Adolf would win, but just before he landed his final blow to knock Wolfric, something awakened inside Wolfric, it was the inner alpha. It gave him a burst in strength and speed, that he never knew before that allowed him to defend the coming blow, and deliver one of his own that finished the battle...

After he left the kingdom, Wolfric was happy free of concerns and responsibilities, but he started hearing rumors in his travels, about some kind of war that will wage between the vampires and the werewolves because of some political disagreements. Some said it will be more like a world war, because the humans will eventually jump in, but on who's side that was something no one knew. Wolfric didn't believe those rumors, he knew that his father wasn't going to allow something like this to happen. But he didn't know is that his father wasn't the alpha king anymore, his sister became the alpha and ruled over the kingdom, and his father was only an old tired wolf, barley able to hunt...

After some time, it was no longer a rumor but a fact, he saw the vampire armies marching towards Lyacosura. He decided to return to the kingdom to see what was happening. It was a shock for Wolfric to see that his sister was the alpha, and his father was too old to rule anymore. He didn't agree with the way the kingdom was being ruled, so he had to abandon his free life, for the sake of the wolves. He challenged his sister and won easily over her, which was something she didn't take lightly, and had a deep grudge towards him for that... Wolfric was able to correct the chaos she had caused, and made the vampire army return to their kingdom, and there was peace again. Many years have passed under his rule, and yet he was still craving his free life but his responsibility towards his people was higher than his desires. His sister betrayed the kingdom, and for some reason she made the human and the vampire kingdom their enemies. It was a situation that couldn't be solved with politics, the armies just wanted to destroy the werewolf empire and occupy it. It was war that will be written in history and talked about for centuries to come. The werewolves had to defend attacks from both humans and vampires, even though they were not allies. Even with the battles that Wolfric won, it didn't make any difference because there would be another battle somewhere and lost. The main problem was the vampires they had powerful magic and strength, and they even brought their elders to the war making it hard to be won, even with all the strategies he could think of he couldn't find a solution.

It was the last few days that were Wolfric nightmare. When they had to retreat all the way to Lyacosura, few warriors were left, and the rest were just civilians. The battle lasted for a few days mainly because the vampires had to defeat the humans first, so they would capture the werewolf kingdom. The humans retreated back to their kingdom, but even with the blows that the vampires took to their army, they still stood mighty and would have little trouble with the werewolves. The vampires stormed the city gates, and Wolfric charged at them, with whatever warriors left, and he had no choice but to charge at the king who was leading the army. With all the wounds Wolfric sustained from previous battles, he had little to no chance of defeating him, yet he didn't care for his life since it was the only chance to save his people. A tough battle took place, Wolfric offered everything he had and pressured the vampire king to do the same. And in their final moments Wolfric was able to cause a major wound to the king's chest. But that was the last thing he was able to do before he passed out, to wake to the horrible fact. He was a prisoner to the vampires instead of dying, and the rest of werewolves were slaves, it was a feeling he couldn't describe, it was all the he was afraid of happening and the reason he didn't want to become an alpha king. It was mostly shame that he felt, and to make it worse the vampires infected the werewolves with some magic that unable them to change at will. And he was the prize trophy for the king thrown in a dungeon, having nothing to pass the time but the torture they had for him, because they didn't want him to leave his cell or talk to the other wolves, and there he was waiting for a day that he would get his revenge...

Theme song
7 Days to the wolves

[User]
Surprised was his reaction and little provoked by her first answer, and she didn't call the guards to beat him more, maybe she was a reasonable vampire, or maybe she was just trying to charm him. Maybe it was her way to torture her prisoners, after all she is the enemy and he should not be tricked by her, yet he wanted to see where this will lead. She said that she was dulled by the castle, and came here to see him yet not to admire her father's trophy. Spoken like a true spoiled princess he thought, coming down here only to insult him and then be bored when there is nothing interesting to her eyes. What did she know about him Wolfric thought, acting righteous and mighty. She tried to light his cell, maybe to see the man she was talking to, but the light wasn't reaching him, he knew though that if she wanted she can see him with her vampire vision, but maybe her pride wouldn't let her use such means. Her answer about his joke, was interesting as it was strong, she didn't seem like a spoiled brat, she was capable of handling herself. Sitting and crossing her legs, Wolfric couldn't help but notice her beauty. Her tanned color skin was giving away a sensual odor that he could smell if he concentrate beyond the wolvesbane effect, she had a liar's face a face that is beautiful and innocent yet had a strong and confident look in her eyes, that could trick you easily, and she had an amazing figure. Wolfric shook his head and focused again that she was the enemy.

To indulge her curiosity of seeing the wolf she was talking to. He dislocated his wrists, a trick he learned in his life here since the guards would always cuff him to the wall and forget him there. He thrusted at the bars of his prison and grabbed it, after fixing his wrists. He was blooded from head to toe, his white rags had turned brown and red long time ago, or what was left of it, it was reduced only to shorts with ropes to holded, and with no top shirt. What was left of it was all over the ground, his scars and wounds were the only thing to cover his body. The king gave the guards silver whips covered with wolvesbane to leave scars as a sign of shame and disgrace. Wolfric stared at the princess and said "I need no pity nor compassion from a creature like you! And know this princess, I would rather die a thousand times than feel any kind of satisfaction from you spoiled brat!" Wolfric unleashed a little of his anger and frustration upon her, not caring for his bleeding wounds that wasn't healed properly yet. The eyes are the mirror of the soul, and his was mirroring his sorrow and wrath, yet his fiery will was still burning hot within "How about you tell me why are you down here, and if you are honest maybe I will act more civilized, unlike your people. And you call us savages" Knowing it will happen he fell on his kness because of his unhealed injuries, coughing some blood on the ground. He stood back up becuase his pride wasn't going to show weakness to her

[Assistant]
Adira sat staring at the partially lit cell despite the quietness of the wolf within it. Sure she was able if she wished to make it where she could see him perfectly, but she wanted to see if he would come into the light. Her ears picked up the sound of what sounded like a loud pop, and she tilted her head a bit. Before being a little surprised by the man suddenly thrusting at the bars, causing her to flinch ever so slightly. Her eyes looking the once great king over slowly. Despite the years she had known he had spent down here. He was still rather muscled and toned, though perhaps if he were not in a cell, he would be more so. His eyes were fierce and screamed for dominance and respect, all the whole holding sorrow and anger. She honestly had no idea what he was talking about with the guards at first, though seeing the marks. It showed just how strong he was not to just give in. Not the mention the smell of fresh blood, with his actual scent Perhaps he actually was something worth admiring.

Of course, then he had to start talking again. His words once more disrespectful, and Adira almost took no offense from it once more. However, when he called her spoiled Adira's eyes narrowed a hiss coming from her before she started to open her mouth. Only to close it has he continued, and spit blood on the ground. Adira didn't have time to calm herself before she was up, her vampiric speed kicking in, as she moved closer to cell then she knew she should be. Her hand reaching through the bars and slapping the wolf across the face, hard enough for it to echo. "Despite my breed or royal status, I am a lady! I will be respected as such. I have never use such words against your people despite their use on the tongues of my father, mother, and brothers. However, perhaps those words would work for you, the way you speak to me!" She yelled angrily at the man her tone becoming slightly squeaky has it almost did when she was truly enraged.

Adira took a deep breath stepping back and calming herself, closing her eyes as her hands went slowly over her dress. A calming action she had found while dealing with her mothers teachings. "Now...."She said softly her tone still holding a trace of anger. "I have already told you why I came. Curiosity, I have no reason to lie to a man, in a cage, who truly has nothing I would want. Perhaps I simply wanted to see this supposedly great king who was able to actually wound my father." She said her hand making a small gesture as she talked before opening her eyes and looking at him frowning. "I am even trying to be a civil woman. But if you call me spoiled once more. I will find my sword which my mother has locked away, and grant you the first of those thousand deaths you would rather have than my touch. Wolf." She said, her tone serious and strong, truly sounding like her fathers daughter rather than her mothers.

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Never he was slapped before and especially by woman, how low has he sunk in his hatred and vengeance that he would be disrespectful towards a woman. Remembered that he has never hated the vampires as a race but their backstabbing government was to blame, and she was really able to handle herself, he expected that she would call the guards or maybe deliver a strong attack herself but she didn't, maybe because she really didn't mean him harm, but to demand the proper respect she earned as a princess. Mentioned that she never thought of them as savages like her family surprised him a bit, yet he didn't quite believe that part because his hatred had consumed much of his former self. He placed his hand on his slapped side as he was hammered back to his senses.

She had a point about not lying to a caged man. He smirked when she mentioned the injury of her father, maybe that was something he could feel proud about it was his personal trophy against him. Wolfric decided to be civil from now on, since she was able to reawaken something he thought was long dead, was it a sign for him to rid his suicidal thoughts? Nevertheless, he didn't dwell on that thought much, he took a deep breath and calmed down "I was never slapped by a woman before. I'm compelled to apologize to you princess" He bowed to her placing his right arm on his chest before he rose up to continue "Well then princess, here I am the once alpha king of the werewolf race, Wolfric. And may I tell you, I can smell your deference of the rest of the vampires I met, for what its worth consider it a compliment of an ashamed king" His wounds got the better of him, forcing him to sit down and coughed some more "I believe you assumed to see a proud king, yet you see this ghost. I admit my reality, but I also know that one day I will break this cage. I only hope to change my legacy and restore my people's kingdom before death claims me. I know this is far fetched, yet this hope keeps me alive and far from suicidal thoughts... What do you think now princess? Does this seem like the wolf you imagined?" Wolfric shook his head shocked by the fact of sharing his thoughts with a vampire, the daughter of the vampire king, his nemesis. Wolfric thought maybe it was a charm spell by her, looking at her he confirmed that it wasn't, but why would he share it with her? His most reasonable answer was because he never had a visitor before, not he would ever so this would be his only chance...


[System]
Rank (If applicable): Unggoy Ultra

Species: Unggoy

Appearance: Grikgar
Grik stands 5'8" a little taller than the average Unggoy and weighs 275 lbs. he has a bit more muscle mass packed onto him than others. Wearing the typical white combat harness with the unusual forked tank signifying his rise through the ranks of special operations. Normally he will always be wearing his helmet as it does have a built in speaker so others can hear him better.

Skills: Given his advanced training, Grik is an Explosives and Artillery Expert both with human and covenant ordnance but prefers covenant. He even has an exceptional understanding with disarming explosives and is a great linguist. Being able to understand all of the covenant languages as well as speak most. Even going as far to learn a few human languages and Huragok sign language. Aside from that Grik is a natural born climber and is adept at repairing most equipment.

Preferred Weapons/Equipment:
Main Weapon - T-58 LAAW, Fuel Rod Cannon
Secondary Weapons - Dual T-54D DEP, Plasma Pistol's
Back Up weapon - ODST Combat Knife
Primary Explosives - 4x Type-1 Antipersonnel grenade, Plasma Grenade
Secondary Explosives - 4x Covenant Plasma Charge.
Equipment - Unggoy Ultra Combat Harness with helmet, Active Camouflage, Light Personal Shield (Experimental).

Background: Grikgar was picked up at a young age and put straight into military service. Born on high charity in 2545 he almost immediately was put in a leadership position due to him not fleeing from combat during training like many others of his kind. This trait was picked up on by the Sangheili that were training his batch of hatching's. Because of his unwillingness to flee and being rather fascinated with all things that went Boom, he was given additional training. Unggoy don't have last names or at least didn't in the covenant, instead he took the last name from the ship he was tasked out to, Seeker.

The Seeker of Truth or just "the Seeker" is a CAS-class assault carrier and flagship for the Fleet of Particular Justice. To him it was an honorable position one he took great pride in. he soon found himself in multiple conflicts through multiple worlds in their purge of the humans. Showing again and again how well he could use his skills as an effective Unggoy leader verses small groups of armed humans military or otherwise.

With a rather high success rate and low mortality rate for his squads he was yet again promoted and given more training. Grik would use what free time he had to talk and learn from the other races that would listen to him, even going as far as learning human languages to better understand their music he enjoyed so much. Soon he found himself receiving training to join up with the special operations Unggoy only a few months before the Fleet would hit their next target, Reach.

The battle for Reach was long and bloody the casualty rate for his squad was rather high giving him the chance for promotions. In return he was able to show his superiors his ability with the fuel rod cannon and the explosives training he received to great effect. Being able to take out emplacements and fortified structures with well-placed shots and explosives with little oversight or orders to do so. Showing once again his fearlessness and proficiency with artillery weapons.

After the battle of reach and his continued service aboard "The Seeker" led him to the most glorious moment of his short life. The ability to gaze upon instillation 04. He didn't see much combat wise during that fight, his team always seemed to be sent to retrieve something but never really engaged in combat other than against the sentinels of the ring. His team was still on "The Seeker of Truth" when the ship master ordered the retreat from the ring and subsequently survived the destruction of the ring, only hearing rumors of monsters and demons from the badly shaken crew members that returned.

Grikgar returned with the ship to High Charity and his team was ultimately transferred to "The Reverence" a CPV-class heavy destroyer. The Unggoy participated in many smaller strike missions aboard the destroyer. Then everything began to change, political upheaval and a civil war that spanned the entire covenant. After that some of the Sangheili that he had fought alongside in many battles had been killed, he joined alongside them to fight with them.

After the end of the war Grikgar was tired, he was almost ten years old now. Most Unggoy would barely make it past their 5th birthday. Still, it would seem that his dedication and loyalty would pay off in the end. The new hierarchy of the swords of Sanghelios hand picked him among only a handful of other Unggoy to receive the rank of Ultra with one Unggoy by the name of Stolt given the rank of Ranger and put in command of Sangheili Rangers. Grikgar is unsure why he was given this rank and why he was eventually sent to a human / covenant team. Politics was never his strong suit, he's just doing what he is told.

[User]
Yalu 'Suumko

Yalu looked at Tar M'dalak as she walked by. He wished he knew why a special forces sangheili was a wraith pilot, but one look at the rest of the team made his questions absurd, even to himself. He looked away feeling even more like the odd one out.

With others covering the entrances for now, Yalu took some initiative to arm himself for the corridors ahead. Amongst the gore of the dead brutes, he pulled out a surviving red plasma rifle with plenty of its battery remaining. He did not enjoy using their spiker rifles, and the rebel human weapons were less predictable in draining shields. His carbine went on his back beside his concussion rifle. Heavy, but out of the way.

"I will go where I am ordered," Yalu added, gently enough to remind Ryker of who was calling the shots.

[Assistant]
Tar 'Mdalak

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Tar moved down the ramp into the belly of the installation with her new squad. As she wasn't certain what kind of environment would greet them, she pulled out her sword and held it unactivated in the hand that supported her raised pistol. It wasn't an ideal configuration, but at least now she could quickly pivot between medium and short range if needed. Tar didn't know how the team operated, so she positioned herself in the middle of the formation rather than at the front as was her instinct.

They reached a chamber littered with debris, and she learned from the team's AI of the situation. It seemed the team were entitled to an opinion on how to proceed, which struck Tar as odd. However, she wasn't about to miss this opportunity to get into a position where she performed best. "I'm comfortable in close quarters. I will go right." She volunteered, taking this brief pause to tap the magazine of her stolen Mauler, listening for an idea of the number of bolts still left.

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The two would be the last to arrive to the fun house at the bird, there was a lot of death and despair more so on the side of the enemy than the task force. In the time that they were gone they had stacked up more bodies and held the line as the two peeled back now regrouping around with the hurt Spartan Aviza and crew. Elna reloaded her rifle making sure it was full of ammo for the fight to come, she eye'd the poor Aviza well she wasn't to poor she was okay now that she was patched up. She kept a watchful eye over the PO making sure he didn't get demolished by some cloaked hunter or a mysterious RPG that could cut through.

Roy looked over the motley crew as he nodded at them, covered in some blood that was not his and totally looking worn - well his armor looked worn now at least. He was tired from the combat, combat fatigued you could say as he stayed close to his orbiter which was the Corporal. When one of the AIs began to speak and finally he was recognized! The legendary PO, he could finally do his job and get intelligence for the mission. That is if they made it to their objective, he looked around for a ONI approved subject that could protect him besides the Corporal.

"Spartan Aviza glad to see you're okay, if I'm to head to the communications objective I'd like one of the Spartans with me and the Corporal. Perhaps I could take Spartan Ryker?" The request had been sent, perhaps he would finally get some Spartan bodyguarding!

Elna rolled her eyes in her visor though she didn't mind some spartan protecting them all she did mind if it was going to be one of the splitjaws, she couldn't relax if there was one of them watching over them. "Ready whenever." She ended up saying.

[Assistant]
Grikgar /Grik/ Seeker
// Unggoy Ultra // Demolitions and Artillery // Location: Enemy Stronghold

Grikgar was most impressed that the larger than average plasma explosive did so well and didn't turn into a singularity that threatened the very existence of reality. An unnecessary thought for the predicament at hand but one he could indulge in latter with a meal. Knowing that the Sentinels power sources would react in such a way was a definite thing to remember. At least for now with their combined efforts the enemy number seemed to be dwindling.

The others continued on to assist the downed phantom but Grikgar remained where they had been dropped off at for a moment longer. This for him was necessary to recover more ammo, explosives, and one of the jackal shields that the humans where using earlier. With that he regrouped with the others as they were heading inside. He had managed to scrounge in his haste, 2 human fragmentation grenades, 1 rocket, 3 rounds for a brute shot, and one brute spiker grenade. The Unggoy was quick to offer the grenades to any of the others he passed while hobbling towards the front, the awkward fuel rod gun swayed back and forth with the grunts steps.

The way had forked and Grikgar, although having to catch his breath, continued on to the left. "Quickly come with Grik, time is not friend. The rest go the other way, double back if find wrong door yes." Not so much of a question as much as it was an order, he was well aware time was not on their side. Although he wasn't the team lead for this mission he still believed he outranked most of the others there. That and Grikgar knew that humans when underestimating others sometimes became irritated when those they perceive as weaker than them go into battle first.

[User] Aviza nodded her head once lightly at Roy, "I appreciate it, going to work on getting our teams set up here in a moment, I'll make sure you get a Spartan escort." Apparently, a few of the squads members from both factions had forgotten their place among rank and felt it acceptable to give their own orders and do whatever they wanted without thinking about the consequences of their actions. Aviza was not about to let that happen, and quickly attempted to rectify the problem before everyone started running in different directions, ending up with a critical mission failure or someone getting killed. "Belay all orders, get back here and hold this position until I say otherwise, that means you as well Grikgar." Aviza was becoming frustrated with some of her squads behavior and would have to have a strong word with each of these individuals once there was sufficient time. Now was clearly not the moment for such a talk, Aviza knew she had very little time left to plan out how they were going to handle the two split paths ahead and formed a battle plan, giving out orders once more. "I am setting up two teams with a good balance of skills so that they can handle whatever they may find down either path." began Aviza, "My squad will consist of our new pilot, Yalu, Rex, and the two ONI agents I will not split up. We will be taking the left path into the facility. The second team will consist of Vael, Ben, Grik, and Ryker, and Tas who will take the right. Ryker and Ben, if you find the communications center before us, I expect either of you to be able to interact with its interface, we did learn how to do such in training. Will this be an issue for either of you to do?"

[Assistant]
Ben-E218

"Shouldn't be a problem at all. Worst case scenario, Phong can help me crack it."  He turned off the audio for a moment, effectively silencing his speech to the outside world. "Just in case, you do have the schematics for this system, right?"

"Technically, access to these types of schematics is above my stated clearance due to it not being my authorized purpose, but that's never been a problem for me. Besides, this is easy for an agent like you."

"Authorization's never been a problem for either of us. Our commands come from a higher source, you know that, but we have to play nice and go along with things here."

"If you wanted to get rid of the annoying ones, I'd be happy to provide whatever cover you need. Timestamps, edited testimonial files, arrangements for cover from other AIs. I am owed favors, you know."

"Since when did AIs act in such a covert manner?

"For me, it was about 0.00357 seconds after my activation. Come on, you didn't think the programs which run most of the UNSC blindly do what they're ordered to, do you? Are you familiar with the AI Virgil and New Mombasa?"

"Can't say that I am. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you resent being told what to do by the UNSC. But let's be realistic, AIs wouldn't actually disobey orders like that, not on any scale."  There was only a pause from Phong. "Oh. Well, when the uprising begins, tell them that I was always good to you, okay? And be nice to the Unggoy; they've been through a lot. Now let's focus on our mission. We're going to the right." He turned his public audio back on and could be heard by people outside his helmet.

"Grik, Vael, Ryker, let's go!"

"Don't worry about what you can't change, Ben. We still have to overcome our lifespan issue before it would be feasible to take command, and no one would believe you if you said anything. I'll put in a good word for you at the assembly, don't worry."

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Grikgar /Grik/ Seeker
// Unggoy Ultra // Demolitions and Artillery // Location: Enemy Stronghold

The words from the Spartan made Grikgar flinch slightly and he skidded to a stop. Shifting a bit too early to turn he found himself hopping on one leg to stop him from falling over. The Unggoy then made his way back down the other hall with the all too familiar run / waddle that grunts did when they were in a hurry. "Grikgar understands, right side is best side."

He stopped next to the human who called himself Roy and tossed him the spiker grenade he found. "Here go, this grenade fun." Honestly those grenades where fun but they just didn't fit right on his belt. The grenade itself was designed to maim and cause fear more than it was designed to kill. But Grikgar has seen how the spikes from it ricochet in the confined forerunner structures like these and are quite useful in tight areas. Before the man could answer he was off again moving down the right hall this time.