[System]
Age: 17

Year: 2nd

Nationality: Brazilian

Appearance:

Personality: Alice is easy to say hot headed and prone to using violence to get her own way, it's not uncommon to know that shes not too smart when it comes down to school work or a number of academics, her weakest subject being math and science. Alice has a penchant for kleptomania, she takes things that doesn't belong to her when she sees value in said object, or feels as if she needs said object for her own needs, she can be very irresponsible with another person's items either breaking it and trying to give it back or forgetting the object somewhere and not caring what happens to it.

Alice is a strong person physically engaging in most sports to show off her muscles and skills in said sport, then gloat about winning if she wins said event, but besides Alice's physical skills, Alice is more of a person that's willing to do things she wants to do and sets her mind to without backing out of said thing that she is doing.

Bio: Alice like other students, isn't native to Japan, she's from another country and was brought over by her foster parents, before she was adopted she lived in a poor favela orphanage, during her time at the orphanage she stole from tourist and even other children she was generally a criminal in nature. As Alice grew older her crimes ranged from petty theft to full on assault and battery along with robbery and mugging, she grew to not care about the feeling of others. How she came to being adopted and taken to Japan is a full mystery, maybe it was luck or fate or destiny, but she was somewhere else in the world where things were different.

Other: Hide your valuables.

This is only one of my characters.

Name: Nakkashiro Seika

Age: 16

Year: 2nd year

Nationality: Japanese

Appearance:

Personality: Seika when described by her family members, they call her a prodigy being able to learn subjects faster than most children and students in her grade and call her a little silly as well. When people that just know her try to describe her they call her one of those eccentric rich kids that has people do everything for her and gets lucky whenever she gets a right answer on a test or asked by the teachers. In general Seika's both, shes very smart being on another level than most of the students in her class and probably in the school, but she is also extremely eccentric like people say she is.

Seika is very friendly towards people and outgoing, she can sometimes be known as the person who helps too much or wants to help when you want her to go away, she can sometimes have energy like a small child and the attention span of one, unlike her younger sister who's more cold on the exterior and doesn't show much emotion. Even though their family treats her younger sister as a red headed step child, Seika always tries her best to be warm and motherly towards her younger sister, hoping that Toukka will change and become more warmer towards her, and the rest of the family will treat her differently.

Bio: Being born as one of the heirs to her father's fortune had Seika be placed in some big shoes to fill when and if something happened to her father, when she was only a child she didn't seem quite as she is right now, she seemed like a normal child who was average and almost horrible at school work, but when she was dropped head first onto the ground by her mother, that's when her change began.

The smack to her head changed her almost completely, in a way it unlocked her true potential, she began zipping around the house and zipping through school subjects and complex subjects as if they were piece of cake, but at the cost of her new found genius she seemed like a hyperactive child with A.D.H.D at moments and had bad focusing when it came to doing certain things.

Instead of getting blacklisted like her younger sister, her father looked over the extra energy she had from her bump on the head and childish like antics saying that she was a child at heart and just eccentric, he didn't focus on the bad and looked only at the good the past injury caused her. When her father saw how well his daughter did in school and how easily she could make friends he had her set up as the academy's student body president and had a number of servants aid her.

Other:None

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Dana titled her head curiously as a girl with black hair and pale skin strided into the dorm room and instantly headed for the bed. She was pretty sure the other girl hadn't even noticed her but that didn't seem to bother Dana in the slightest. Finding her roommate had perhaps been a tad too easy for her but she wasn't complaining.

As she continued to watch the other girl dazing off into her own little world, an interesting idea came upon Dana's mind. It was best to give off first impressions, right? Smile brimming all the same, the petite girl bounced off of her bed and began to rummage in her bags to find the tool that she desired. She had no worry of being caught since this other girl was obviously not paying attention to her.

At last she revealed a brand new box cutter in her palm. Gripping it lightly, she hid it behind her back as she gently walked over to her resting roommate. With a slight hum, she leaned down and began to slowly poke the other girl's side with vigorous action.

"Ah, you must be new here," she said brightly, carefully hiding the blade from sight. "It's good to meet you roommate! I'm the Student Body Vice President of Nakkashiro Gakuen Academy, Dana Ferris. Weird getting paired with a Second Year, huh?"

[Assistant]
"Umm... Ireland. Couldn't you tell from my accent?" Leagsaidh giggled again. Though the other girl might have been vulgar, she had been perfectly civil so far. Maybe they would grow to be good friends.

"If I may be so bold, you come from Brazil, do you not? I can tell from the accent. My wet-nurse was a Brazilian, you see." She realised that if she didn't know the Irish accent, she might not know what a wet-nurse was either, but she didn't want to presume.

"Anyway, should we get going? You seem like a nice lass but I don't want to be late."

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Yoshida Mami

The intrusion of another voice froze her in her tracks. Mami's frame seemed to slowly shrink, her very presence growing smaller upon recognising the presence of the roommate (t-that was what she was, right?) that had been assigned to the dorm with her. This was not good. She let go of the doorknob, pulling her hand back meekly. There was another person talking to her. Talking to her. Talking. Her body held in a little shiver. It was a perfectly satisfactory situation. She would be perfectly fine. There would be no negative effects brought about by conversing with this Noriko Murakami. She could deal. Right?

R-Right?

Mami swivelled around, shoes sliding against the smooth, wooden floor as she righted her body to face her newly-declared dorm-mate (ack!). Her hat was still overhanging her eyes, obscuring them in darkness (a relief; Noriko Murakami would be incapable of seeing the worry and skittishness that her eyes could possibly reveal). She schooled her expression as best as possible, but all it seemed to be was a semi-hesitant, awkward smile. She gripped her fists tightly behind her back. She could not avoid this. She had a roommate, another girl who she would be spending the next few years in the company of.

It was frightening.

She had to do it though.

And ... she wanted to make a friend.

Gulping in her fear, the rice heiress hesitantly opened her mouth, a quiet reply - short and concise - exiting.

"Yoshida ... Mami."

[Assistant]
All the clouds drifting in the empty wind, shadowing over the serene towns below from the mountain, and yet so little time to recuperate her energy with this spectacular view. Homeroom is just a few minutes away, and Claudia had to make her rest count for all that will have to be done later. Humming a tune she thought up herself kept her entertained while she lays down weary.

Then a few moments later, her roommate would suddenly pop up beside her, offering a warm greeting alongside a vigorous poking. Claudia-- not minding anything with her tone nor the fact that she had picked up a cutter earlier (as she was staring off to the fjords at that time), returned back another welcome, scrolling her eyes towards the stranger and opening her mouth happily to offer her introductions.

"Hello, Dana! If you are as prestigious and intelligent as you are well-mannered, we shall get along well and good." she said, now turning her head attentively to her direction. "A vice president and a second-year like you will be an excellent partner to be with. Let's work together for anything that goes, shall we?"

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Vice presidents, like Dana, are just obstacles to my objectives.

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Nakkashiro Touka | 永花城　十花

A little after Touka went to her classroom she remembered that her pencil case wasn't in her bookbag and went back to pick it. She was way too early to the homeroom from what it seemed anyway... either that or no one of the other students had any respect for the Academy at all. She chose not to think ill of others before knowing them, though.

Once she was about to leave her room again, Touka was surprised when someone hugged her rather forcefully and buried her face at a very generous bosom that she knew all too well while machine gunning her with overexcited greetings. Though, Touka didn't struggled instead allowing Seika to embrace her for as much as she wanted and simply stood there basking in her sister's nostalgic smell, since she hadn't been able to see her for almost a year now.

Timidly, Touka crossed her arms behind Seika's back and said, still without looking her sister in the eyes -not that she would be able to, anyway, given that the only thing in her field of view was Seika's breasts- "I missed you, Onee-chan. Without you, that house is not a place where I can live. I really missed you Onee-chan."

Touka tightened her hug and rested her head at Seika's chest content to just hear her sister's heartbeat for a minute or two, be fore something clicked on her mind and she pushed her self away from Seika, so that she could face her sister directly "But, how did you ended sharing a room with me? Aren't you a second year student, Onee-chan? Also, I'll have to think about your proposal. I don't want people to think that I got there just because I'm your sister, also..." Touka trailed of for a moment before continuing "also, I really want to join the Swim Club, but I'm afraid of it..." She didn't finished her sentence, instead turning her defective eye away from Seika, making clear what she was afraid of.

[Assistant]
"Yes, let's work together," Dana said with equal enthusiasm. "Ah, but class is about to start. We should really get going before we're late on the first day Claudia. Since we're paired together in the same dorm room, we also have the same homeroom as well. That's why I'm in a First Year room even though I'm a Second Year."

Dana reached out to gently grab at Claudia's arm and pull her forward. Likewise, her other arm was pointing at the clock located just above their doorway to indicate the little time they had. The short girl bounced over to her bags to collect her things. However as she got her things ready to go, a frown soon creased onto her features.

"Hey Claudia? I think I dropped my class schedule during all that trouble in the hallways. Do you mind if I take a look at yours for now until I get a new one? It's just to see what homeroom we'll be in together."

The girl flashed Claudia a look of expectancy, eyes tracing to her bag. She wanted the other girl to hand her the bags so she could have easier access to the supposedly lost schedule. Obviously this was the setup for something else, some ulterior motive at hand. And that was soon confirmed as Dana's demeanor briefly turned into a knowing smirk.

It was a look of pure strategy as she seemed to be conveying an unspoken message to her roommate. She knew that this girl wanted power; she could tell just by the way she carried herself and the mannerisms with which she spoke with. Dana was all too willing to help her out, provided Claudia could trust her.

That was the purpose of the bag hand-off. A sign of trust between the two girls, a truce of sorts. An initiation for them both. And why not? They would be roommates so they might as well become fast friends for the benefit of the other.

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Alice crossed her arms." Yeah maybe we should get going, I've never head the accent, and I sure as hell never been to Ireland before, I've only been to Brazil and now here with these Japs, let's go new meat." called Leagsaidh a new nickname, she grabbed something from her backpack then quickly put it into her track jacket pocket she then walked over to the door and held it open for Leagsaidh," Let's go meat." She said it once again this time in a more intimidating tone of voice that could scare some of the people who'd be weak of heart.

Seika just enjoyed the moment with her sister, and when she said she missed her, Seika's eyes glowed bright as if she was just told the best news of her life." I missed you too." She said with a big smile on her face from ear to ear, she then almost hugged her sister when she said home wasn't a place for her to live." Home is where the heart is, or what you make of it, or it's the place when you rest your head depending on who you are." She spoke insanely fast as she spoke to her little sister.

Seika then put a hand into the air pointing to the ceiling, and she looked less like a smiley clown and looked more like genius." The way I got your room as mines is because I pulled some strings to get you into my room, the academy leader was more than willing to listen to me when I asked for this task from her." She then closed her eyes to solidify her genius like look." She then allowed me to make up the rooms for everyone this year and gave me a handful of candy before allowing me to leave her office." She explained.

Seika then noticed a bird out the window and rushed over to the window to see it." Cool a crow ." The buxom blue haired woman then turned around and looked to her little sister, she then pointed at her." Together we'll be the strongest te-" She stopped mid sentence and felt very distraught towards Touka's choice and fell face first onto the floor, but then jumped back up when Touka said she wanted to be on the swimming team." I can do that ! I'll just ask the swimming captain and if she says no I'll break her legs."


[System]
Age: 24

Affiliation: Assassin Brotherhood, House of Medici, House of Auditore

Appearance:

Elena is almost always found with her hood and cloak drawn, hiding in shadows or on the rooftops of Florence. The assassin's garb she dons hides her long brown hair, which would fall in waves to the middle of her back should it be left to flow freely, instead it is usually tucked back in a messy braid in her hood. In combat, she does her best to rely on stealth, thus her hidden blades and throwing knives are her preferred weapons. Should she enter combat, however, a scimitar serves her well.

Background:

Elena Nicoletta Carrozza was born into the working class of Florence to a second-generation blacksmith. Despite being inferior to the upper crust of the city's many privileged and wealthy, the Carrozza family, and other of the middle class, made a decent living under the Medici family's generous Florentine rule. Elena's father, Domenico Carrozza, always had a steady business supplying part of the city guard with their blades.

Elena and her brother, Renzo, were raised with love and attention by their mother and father. They were taught values of equality, respect, and appreciation. All things that they could see shared first hand among the people of their family's circle. Because of the company her father kept, Elena never went anywhere without a watchful eye on her.

 It was not much longer into her youth before Elena was made aware why her father kept such close and secretive company. He belonged to a centuries old guild known as the Assassin Brotherhood. Domenico revealed his identity as an Assassin to his children only when he knew they were old enough to comprehend the gravity of the information and responsible enough to begin their own training to join in the Brotherhood as their grandparents had before them.

Flash forward several years and Elena now moves in the shadows, fulfilling requests and orders made by those at the top of the organization. She possesses a rebellious spirit, however, and so her conformity to these orders is often messy at best. This keeps her from gaining the full approval of Mario Auditore, head of the Assassin's Guild. Her brother, however, follows his orders as given, and so has been given a mission to prove himself for his next rank.

Renzo was tasked by Niccolo Machiavelli and others to take out an ex-assassin who had become a hazard to the Brotherhood and its mission, a young man Elena had not had much interaction with in his short stent with the Assassins. Elena was left idle on petty errand missions, knowing her skill far outweighed her work, while her brother was out performing meaningful work for the betterment of the guild.

She was naively bitter about the situation. That is, until her brother came barreling through her door covered in blood. His wound was a serious one, and he told of his encounter with the man and his accomplice. Renzo's recovery was a lengthy one. If Elena even thought she was serious about the Templars before, it was personal now.

Another several years later, and Elena has earned herself a worthy rank among the best in the Brotherhood, despite her reckless nature at times. Her proven stealth has now earned her the task of infiltrating the lives of those closest to Rodrigo Borgia, in search of more information about an ancient artifact known as a Piece of Eden, something the Assassins don't want to fall into the hands of the Knights Templar.

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The mention of La Volpe caused Elena to falter a moment as she looked on from her place walking in the group, her eyes falling to Luciano. The mention of the almost legendary, albeit shadowy, figure that associated himself with the Brotherhood was quite an ambitious remark, if the intention was to seek him out.

"You wish to find the Fox?" She questioned. "He is not an easy man to find. In my experience, you only find him when he wants to be found. And that is not often." Elena replied. Alessandro looked around from one to each of the members in the party, an intrigued look upon his face as they walked on. It interested him, for he never was fortunate enough to come across any such instances to involve the coordinator of the Florentine thieves.

"As smooth as could have been. Nothing we were not capable of." Elena said to the Templar's questioning of their final moments at Le Stinche.

"I'll miss it about as much as I miss my crudeli Zia, who used to make me cut potatoes for her gnocchi for days it seemed. Good riddance." Alessandro said, huffing at the memory from his childhood.

Soon enough, they all arrived at a rather busy market. Bustling carts and droves of people filled the square as the afternoon sun shone down. The four highly skilled allies walked among the crowd as if they were no more threat to anyone than a baby lamb. This would prove to be beneficial, for it seemed Luciano came here with the intentions of gathering information, and the best way to accomplish that was to not allow those around you to realize you are eavesdropping.

Tasked with spreading out in the square to seek out any signs or peculiarities that may lead to the Fox or other interesting associates, Elena and Alessandro both split up from the two Templars, walking in opposite directions as they slowly meandered about as the other people in the market did.

Elena had trained her ears after many years of hiding in the shadows, a skill that served her well here in this busy crowd to pick out voices from the overwhelming noise that others would not be able to decipher anything within. Knowing a few details about this particular market, she made her way towards the east end, where a certain band of informants was known to hang around. Unfortunately, they would be able to recognize her if she were to stroll right up, so in order to avoid detection, she chose to stick to the merchant carts that bordered the area of information, her head low and hidden. However, her ears were picking apart pieces of conversations from those that passed her by. All she hoped for was a shred.

Then, as she was looking at a handwoven blanket made by a nice Venetian merchant, she caught her spark.

"Tomorrow night, at the Santa Trinita..." She heard one voice say, from what she could tell it was a pair of men walking away.

"Si, si. I know. We are to meet... ah, merda, what was his name again?"
"Idiota. Corradin. We meet him at dusk."
"Right, right. I will not forget it this time."
"It is best if you do not."

With that, Elena casually made her way down the line of merchant carts. She wondered if her associate's had come up with anything worth checking out. For now, she thought she had enough information to get them a tail on the thieves guild within Florence. Walking back towards the center of the market, Elena made small talk with some of the citizens as she continued to keep her head low and her ears sharp for anymore pieces of information that may aide her in their mutual quest.

[Assistant]
Luciano and Emerico stayed together initially, slowly meandering through the busy marketplace and onto the adjacent road which gave place to the merchants who came too late or could not afford space on the main square. There were visibly less people here, which meant a smaller, more easily discernible flurry of noise. The two Templars scoured the area and listened intently, but for now they heard nothing but the general rambling and haggling between the potential buyers and the merchants who were hell-bent on selling.
"Are you sure we will find something of value here?" Emerico spoke up after several minutes, trying to repress his irritation towards what he started seeing as a waste of time.
"No, I'm not. But the possibilità alone makes it worth our while. Remember, we're after someone who hides better than any Assassino. Any little bit of information would be a great victory already."
"Well, excuse me il Mentore, but I do not see much happening over here. I would rather head back into the crowd."
"Do as you will, Emerico. Try to find Elena and Alessandro too, while you're there. Maybe they had more success than us."
The apprentice nodded and turned around, leaving Luciano on his own.

The Templar reclined on the wall of a nearby building, arms folded and ears sharp. Truth be told, he himself did not have much faith of catching anything here. Yet, he still preferred this 'quiet disorder' to the pure madness that was going down the main square, something that—he hoped—had nothing to do with his age, for he was still well in his prime. It was, as said before, a simple preference: hearing the distinct shouts of every merchant along the road as they advertised their wares, and watching as the variety of people from almost the entirety of Italy walked past him. The richer had hirelings carrying wooden crates full of goods, while the rest were careful to only buy as much as they could bring home.

Suddenly, a harsh shriek ended the silent observation. Luciano instinctively turned his head towards the source, and so did everyone else who heard it.
"Al ladro! Someone stop him!"
A moment later he saw the culprit whiz past him with great speed. He did not care about who they were or who called for help, but instead sprung up immediately and bolted after the thief. Much to his frustration, his initial dash was not enough to reach the surprisingly nimble man who ended up taking the Templar on a merry chase. Persistence prevailed in the end however as the thief finally made a mistake and ran full speed into the side of an unsuspecting passer-by. Luciano took the opportunity and tackled his target, forcing him to the ground and reaching for his blade to make sure he stayed there.

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you right now," he uttered, wheezing and exhausted—but still very aware of what he had to gain from the encounter.
"Ah, cazzo... Take the pouch. It's all I stole." The thief, who kept one hand in front of his neck to make sure the swordsman had no...unwise ideas, reached with the other to his pocket and tossed out the small bag of florins. "Like that pezzi di merda mercante would miss it anyways... He bathes in riches while my brothers and I are barely scraping by..." he hissed angrily at the injustice of life.
"I'm sure this merchant would pay handsomely for the head of a filthy ladro..." Luciano inched the blade closer.
"What?!" Pure shock sat out on the face of the hapless man who tried desperately to wiggle out of the Templar's grasp. "Monster! Does the life of a man not matter to you at all? I've only filched a few florini, not murdered the Magnifico himself!"
"Shh, shh, before I end this discussion right now..." Luciano looked around for a moment to make sure this tussle did not particularly catch anyone's attention. Else the stakes might have turned on him. "Are you part of the Thieves Guild here?"
"Sì, sì. Like all the others. What do you want from me?"
"What do you know about your leader?"
"Ah..." The thief realised the real reason for this sudden 'interrogation'. "He is as much of a legend to me as he is to you. If you expected me to lead you to him, then I'm afraid I'm not the right thief, buon signore."
"That's a real shame." Luciano lifted the sword for a moment before bringing its razor-sharp edge dangerously close to the man's head once more. "It looks like I'll have to take the consolation prize after all..."
"No! Stop!" he squealed. "Okay, listen here, you porco demonio... I know nothing of La Volpe. What I do know is that a few of us are meeting tonight at the church where—"
"Which church?"
"The Basilica di San Lorenzo. La Volpe's...right hand man will be there. He'll know how to get to him."
"Excellent. See? This wasn't so hard." Luciano put his blade away for good and stood up. "Now leave...and not a word to anyone of anything that's happened here! Else we'll go for a second round..."
"Sì." The thief dusted himself off and walked away. The Templar heard one last word muttered from his mouth: "Bastardo..."

Satisfied with the result, Luciano de Vicari headed back to the marketplace. The mob has barely diminished since he left, it took him a couple minutes of search before he finally stumbled upon his allies. As per his words, Emerico was already with Elena, blending into the crowd and talking.
"Il mentore. Find anything useful?" The apprentice greeted him.
"I have indeed. A group of thieves will meet at the Basilica di San Lorenzo tonight. We might make a visit too." He turned to Elena. "What about you? Did you catch anyone else mentioning this meeting?"

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It was quite a few moments in the teeming crowed before Elena recognized any familiarity among the faces that passed by her way. The second ranking Templar, Emerico, caught her eye and headed her direction. He took a place beside her as they each fiddled over some grain and dried pasta laid out in a display donning a merchant cart. Elena idled a few moments before moving on down the line, followed by a brief pause before Emerico too was meandering beside her again. In another instant, Alessandro made his presence known by appearing on her other side and making a few quips with the merchant.

Now they were just down to waiting on Luciano, who Elena was sure would take his time in finding his way back if he was on to anything he deemed as potentially useful. A small cry could barely be heard above the buzzing crowd around them, causing Elena to glance over her shoulder before continuing to blend into the crowds of the Florentine people. Not many moments later, the confident posture of the Templar could be seen approaching, and the group turned back to a collaborative unit as he was greeted by his apprentice.

Straight to business, something Elena wasn't going to shake a finger at. Though his information caused her brow to furrow. She shook her head when he asked her of her own luck in gathering intelligence on the matter Luciano spoke of.

"Si, I too heard talk of such a meeting. But I fear one of us has the wrong information." Elena looked around, wanting to make sure no one was returning the favor and listening in on their own conversation. "I overheard two of the thieves guild talk of meeting at the Santa Trinita tomorrow night. It appears they are meeting one of La Volpe's own men, if memory serves me right."

"Two different nights, two different locations. Which to choose?" Alessandro questioned quietly.

"Indeed, paesano." Elena replied to Alessandro before looking back to Luciano to gauge his thoughts on the matter. It was hard to read him, but it almost seemed as if the issue troubled him somewhat.

"How did you come across this information? The two thieves I overheard did not suspect me, that I am sure. I was well hidden in the crowd when I overheard their conversation..." Elena thought a bit longer, wondering if perhaps they were being led on a wild goose chase by those in the thieves guild, if somehow they had found out the Templars were after their peculiar leader.

"I trust my information, but if you indeed trust yours as well then we have time yet to seek out both leads. Tonight, however, I suggest we approach with great caution if we should travel to the Basilica di San Lorenzo. What do you say?" Elena questioned Luciano, knowing that they were not to get any further without the cooperation of the confident leader.

"I should remind you that your intimidating demeanor does not necessarily yield entirely positive results," Elena chuckled slightly, "some may be tempted to provide false information to keep a blade out of their throats, and protect their own. Thick as thieves, they say."


[System]
Gender: Male

Age: 17

Appearance: But enough about me...

Can Manipulate Qi/Ki?: Yes

Specialization: Naturalist (N/A bound)

Abilities: Having been trained in channeling qi, Liu is able to strengthen his body to endure blows that would otherwise... Well, break a lot more than they would, to put it one way or another. Things that would otherwise snap his bones in half instead damage him (and his lifeforce) directly. Which is helpful, considering that not moving is usually followed by death in the wilderness anyhow. he also has the ability to bind his soul to that of another, but hasn't exactly decided to do so quite yet... Or, more accurately, hasn't been able to. He's picky.

Aside from being able to harden his body, Liu has a jian that he bought and is quite proficient with; having gained the money to do so through his daily hunts, he is also quite proficient in tracking and hunting... Normal animals, at least. The sword itself is a regular sword, custom-made by the village blacksmith (for an additional fee, of course).

Personality: A person who prefers to let his actions speak for him, Liu's much more comfortable out in the woods near Mingdu than he is actually being in the town itself. While he can be talkative at times, Liu is more than happy to let others do the work and chatter on instead. When push comes to shove, though, he'll do all that he can in order to resolve whatever plagues him. Be it anything from trying to fox his way out of a sticky situation to the good ol' "beat up whatever's being annoying" strategy, the way things have worked out for him seemed to have been for the best.

In that regard, though, he's certainly not stellar in any category; just a cut above in most respects, but not much more than that. He remains loyal to his ever-aging parents and, though it may not seem like it, works in the background to ensure their care and well-being. Giving respect where respect is due is also ingrained into his being; he admits defeat gracefully, even when the opponent in question is leagues ahead of him.

History: Trained as a student in the Mingdu monastery, Liu found himself to be a slightly above-average student. Though nowhere near the two prodigies of his year, the young man found himself to be content staying in the shadow of others as he worked to fulfill his parents' ambitions. Though the two of them had grown old working in the fields, Liu found himself favoring the ruggedness of nature, and thus made a living that way. It was certainly much less consistent than the farm, but he was still young, and so his parents let him do as he pleased for the moment. After completing his training, though, his master urged him to go out and find something to strengthen himself with... Which, of course, ended with the comparison between him and the rest of the class. Liu half-heartedly agreed, faking sincerity as the old man time and time again asked about his efforts. It wasn't like he was't trying...

More like, he hasn't... Exactly... Found anything. Yet.

Other: N/A

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Torako blinked when she heard a voice beside her. She placed her bowl down and swiftly turned to face the one who had approached her, a cheerful grin plastered on her fact as she did. After all, it was always an absolute delight to meet new people, wasn't it? And this girl looked quite interesting, she even had a rather fine-looking weapon! Ah, but that was a weird thing to comment on first, wasn't it? Leaning back, her grin managing to grow wider, Torako happily greeted the newcomer.

"Hi, hi!" she said, cheerfully, "The soup is great! Ahh, the pork melts in your mouth, and the broth is so savory and delicious!"

Investigation would reveal that she had only stopped eating because she had completely finished the bowl of soup. Torako was rather pleased that she'd had five. Maybe a sixth wouldn't be amiss, really... she still felt a bit hungry.

"It's nice to meet you, Kyang-dono!" she added, "Well, it's always nice to meet new people. Haaah, travelling is wonderful! You know, I've met so many people I never would have otherwise... but my heart's always in Rikoku!"

She paused for a moment, and realized that she had yet to introduce herself.

"Ohh, right," said Torako, rubbing the back of her head and letting out a small laugh, "My name's Ushijima Torako! I'm pretty glad you came to talk to me, everyone's pretty skittish in here except the girl who's serving me, and she's pretty busy, so it's not like I'm gonna bother her too much, right?"

She flashed another grin.

"After all, that'd be really rude!"

[Assistant]
The doors slowly creaked open, a teenager in the garb of a low-ranked student appearing from behind them. He was angry, though upon seeing Dai Xin he wavered. The man in red took no notice, and clasped his right fist with his left palm before bowing.

"Good afternoon. I am--"

"We heard you the first time!" the youth said. "Do you have any idea how rude it is, to stand at someone's door and bark like a dog?!"

"My apologies." Dai Xin kept his head bowed, a sign the impertinent young man took as weakness. "I knocked, but when no one answered I became impatient. Is the headmaster in?"

"He won't see you!" the student snapped. "You're a fool to challenge us--the Five Wheel Striking Style of Mingdu is famous across the world! The master has no time for such foolishness! Go away and let us train in peace!" Withdrawing, the young man began to close the door...but found he could not budge it. He pushed harder, with both hands. When the door didn't move he looked up at the hinges with a raised eyebrow, but nothing was there that might cause it to stick. He set his shoulder against it and pushed with his whole body. It still didn't move. Then the student looked down--and saw just the toe-edge of Dai Xin's foot set against the corner.

"You--!" he began, but the sound died with a choke. Through the edge of the door, staring right at him through an opening only a few inches wide, Dai Xin's face pressed tight against the other side. In the shadow of the doorway only one eye could be seen, but it burned with an intense and barely subdued rage. The man's mouth was set in a line as grim as death.

"Please open this door, that I may speak with your master." he said in monotone. "If you do not, I shall knock on it once more. My fist is very hard, and this door is very old. I would not want to damage such a sacred place of training."

The young man stepped back from the door, and took off running further into the temple. The doors swung open hard enough to bang against the walls on either side, and Dai Xin stood with hands outstretched. He took a deep breath, folded his hands into his sleeves, and walked through the gates.

On the street below the steps to the training hall, a few passerby had just seen a man--whom some had heard screaming in a voice like a lunatic--apparently force his way into the Mingdu Temple. Some shrugged and went about their business, but others--especially those who were young and enthusiastic about such things--began running and spreading word.

"Someone has challenged the Five Wheels Temple!" they would shout to friends and onlookers. "He said his name was Dai Xin, the one who is rumored to travel Yunshou and take over other schools! There's going to be a fight!" And so the rumors went, spreading quickly, especially in the shops and stalls where there were many ears to hear...

[User]
The journey back to town went as well as Liu had expected; no predators, no bandits, and, best of all, no annoying insects trying to get at the game. Coming through the back entrance of Mingdu, Liu's first course of action was to head over to the man that had lent him the bow and arrows in the first place; an old guard, one who had long since been relieved of the burden to protect and had instead passed it on to the next generation. On occasion, he would come by the school and watch the youths train; Liu assumed that it had something to do with nostalgia. Luckily, the man's house was quite close to the outskirts of the town, which meant he could get a place to skin this thing faster.

"Excuse me? Mr. Xu?" Liu asked, knocking on the door with his free hand. It took a few moments, but the soft sound of footsteps and the slow creak of the door followed by the old man revealing himself with a smile was reassuring. Good, he hadn't kicked the bucket yet.

"Ah! Little Fengxian! Come in, come in! My wife's currently out at the market, but I know she'd love some meat! I know I certainly would!"

The somewhat hearty laugh that followed only seemed to exemplify that, even if he was aging and his hair was turning grey, old Mr. Xu still had that fire burning inside of him. In a way, he was like a grandfather to Liu; his own, sadly enough, had passed away before he was born. As to why, well... Even his parents weren't quite sure.

"Pardon for the intrusion." Liu said, bowing to the old soldier as he carefully made his way into his home. "Do you mind if I skin and divide the deer right now? It's starting to..."

"No problem, no problem! You do this all the time, so there's really no reason to ask!"

"Thank you."

With that small bit of banter out of the way, Liu moved to the kitchen and, after carefully clearing the table in the center of any dishes or the like, went to work. Taking a knife hanging from one of the racks, Liu meticulously and rapidly began to dissect the deer. The head came first, then the stomach, and so on and so forth; he had done this countless times, and in about twenty minutes, his job had been completed. The skin was put to the side, carefully folded to deliver to the tanner later. Bu the meat, though...

"Just leave a leg here and I'll be fine!" the old soldier stated, standing from the side as Liu silently removed one of the legs and placed it to the side for him. "I really can't thank you enough, helping my wife and I with this. Really, I can't!"

"Well, your bow's certainly made my job easier, and most of the other bows are owned as heirlooms..."

"That doesn't mean mine isn't! You see, when I was younger-"

Before the old man could go off on one of his stories about his youth, Liu swiftly placed the bow back on the wall where it was displayed before moving to clean the blood off of the arrow he had shot to kill.

"...And then! When the flags of the enemy started waving in the wind-"

"Thanks, Mr. Xu, but I have to deliver this before it starts to get stale and begins to rot. Sorry!"

And with that, Liu took the remaining meat and skin left the house.

"Okay, let's see here... I would sell it on the marketplace, but in this sun it'll go bad too quickly there... The 'Blue Dragon', perhaps?"

The town's biggest restaurant had always been a reliable place to sell off whatever his haul was for the day, so it was only logical for him to check there first. With that in mind, Liu quickly walked off to the center of the town, where the restaurant was firmly situated for all to see and visit. The rumors of a challenger back at his old school interested him, but first... Money.

The restaurant was a lot quieter than it usually was, which piqued his interest. Everyone seemed to be focus on a pair of young women chatting casually in the center. But why them, though? Usually, such a sight was fairly common...

"Oh! Liu, you're here! What a miracle!" one of the waitresses exclaimed, running over to the young man as he entered the restaurant. "Our regular hunter couldn't obtain the deer that we ne-"

The waitress' gaze turned down towards the mostly-intact deer meat at his side before turning back to him.

"Well, guess I came at a good time, huh? Missing a leg, though, but..."

"It's fine, it's fine!" the girl returned, shaking her head. "One deer is good enough, especially with how big that one is. With that, we can-"

"You can make the house special, right? Don't you only sell, like, thirty dishes of that a week?"

"Yes, exactly! I was saying that our regular hunter got hurt on the job, and couldn't bring any in. Can we buy that off of you right now?"

"Name your price."

"One gold piece and twenty sil-"

"One gold and a serving. Just tell me where to bring it."

Quickly hurrying Liu to the kitchen in the back, the head chef had Liu bring the meat to a hook hanging from the ceiling. Taking the opportunity to wash his hands, Liu took the money and slipped it into his pocket before starting to head back out to the main dining area. Before he could make it out the exit, though, the waitress from earlier grabbed his sleeve and pulled him back.

"Why are you so relaxed? The famous Tiger Lily is out there right now!" she whispered, the panic clear in her voice.

"The... What now?" Liu asked, looking between the waitress and the table before shaking his head. "Well, whatever; it's the only table left with an open seat, anyhow."

Breaking the girl's grasp on his clothes, Liu walked over to the table at the center of everyone's attention and, to the shock of everyone (as if the first girl to do so wasn't enough), casually took a seat and smiled.

"Sorry for the intrusion; nowhere else to sit. You two liking the place so far? From what I know, you two aren't from here, and it doesn't look like anyone's giving you the usual courtesy... Which sucks, to be honest."


[System]
Niah Bautista

Character Quote: Do you so swear?

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Character Summary
Aliases: Oath Keeper
Age: 14
Birthday: Oct. 3, 2003
Ethnicity: Filipino
Birth Place: Manila, Philippines
Godly Parent: Styx
Legacy: Styx
Cohort: 2nd Cohort
How Many Years At Camp Jupiter: 2
Gender: Female
Rank: Centrion
Occupation At Camp: Oath Binder (If someone needs to swear an Oath they usually do it in front of Niah)
Languages: English, Tagalog, Latin

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Appearance
Height: 5'2"
Weight: 130lbs
Body Type: Petit
Eye Color: Golden brown
Hair Color: Brown
Skin Tone: Soft brown, naturally tanned
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears pierced, SPQR with two lines, Cohort symbol
Personal Style: Niah is sensitive to a lot of materials so she is picky with what she wears. She however does like the traditional Roman clothing and wears it a bit more often than most. If she is not wearing traditional clothing she wears jeans and t-shirts, or sundresses. She leans toward blue colors.

She wears a light amount of make-up most days and has her hair down or back in a braid. She is growing her hair longer and hasn't cut it since she joined Camp Jupiter.

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Psychology
Energetic * Picky * Friendly * Competitive * Observant * Pedantic

Sexuality: Demisexual (though she can appreciate the aesthetics of someone she doesn't know)
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Niah is fast to form opinions about people, and doesn't usually change that opinion. It doesn't help that she can tell if someone has ever broken an Oath, no matter how minor. It is amazing how disappointed you can be when you realize how often people fail to keep them. She has, because of that, made it a point to not make Oaths she can't keep.
Fatal Flaw: Personal loyalty
Habits: Chewing her lip
Hobbies: Reading, planning practice battles
Fears:
* Being forced to break an Oath, or being unable to keep it
* Riding a motorcycle (she saw a terrible accident once as a child and it is seared into her brain)
* Her sister being found dead...or worse

Likes:
* Her cohort
* War games
* Learning new things (Niah wants to attend an actual college, not the one at Camp)
* Traveling
* Reading
* Horse back riding

Dislikes:
* Oathbreakers (She loathes them)
* Bad/bitter food
* Itchy clothing
* Birds (stupid nest outside her childhood bedroom window woke her up too early)
* Apples
* Bad movie remakes of good movies
* Fauns

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Skills
Demigod Abilities:
* Oaths (Niah inherently knows if someone has made an oath and if they've ever broken one)
* Odikinesis

General Skills:
* First aid
* Law
* Botony
* Horseback riding
* Conflict management
* Roman Mythology

Combat Skills:
* Short sword
* Siege engine
* Military tactics
* Use of Odikinesis to distract or demoralize enemies

Magic Item:
* Vial with a bit of River Styx in it (given to her the one time she met her mother)
* Imperial gold short sword, sits invisibly on her back

What Do They Carry On Them:
* Clothing - A light summer dress, and sandals.
* Purse/Wallet - about $30 in USD, and 20 Denarius coins
* Backpack
* Current reading book
* A notebook (with some sketches and notes)
* A pen
* spare hair tie
* Advil
* Chapstick
* A bottle of nectar
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Possessions In Bunk:
* Spare clothes
* A secondary, non-magical weapon
* A photo of her family (Sister, brother, father, and stepmom)
* A trophy from a fight that she had on her way to camp
* An extra blanket
* A reading flashlight
* Her next few books that she plans to read
* Lotion
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History

Biography Niah was born in the Philipines. Her father already had a daughter, Dalisay. He never spoke about her mother, or Niah's. Niah knew something was odd about herself though. She could tell when someone had made an Oath, and more importantly when they had broken that oath. Her first memory was realizing someone her father trusted had broken an oath.

Niah argued with her father saying the man was untrustworthy. Imagine a two-year-old telling you someone you trusted was untrustworthy. Her father didn't take it well and he put Niah into a time out. While she was in the time out her sister tried to cheer her up by showing Niah her own magic. Neither realized how different they really were from the rest of the world because they had each other. A few months after the fight the man betrayed their father and he apologized to Niah. The two became close after that.

Their father married, and they had a son. Niah liked her step-mother because she had never broken an Oath. Things were normal in their home that was until Dalisay disappeared one day when Niah was 12. Her father at that point explained that Niah was the daughter of a goddess and it was time for her to attend a special school in America. He gave her a letter from Niah's mother, the goddess of Oaths. With that making sense, Niah went to America. Her father had given her little direction, but it was through a series of incidences that Niah ended up at the Wolf House. Lupa put her through the usual testing and sent her to Camp Jupiter.

How Long Have They Been At Camp Jupiter: Niah had a hard time moving up from Probatio, while she had good lineage she was not the best at fighting and ended up earning her rank as Legionnaire by performing a great deed about three months before her first year was up. She was good at tactics and made a small name for herself in the games with that skill. She quickly became known as the Oath Keeper and was usually told to be present when someone was about to leave for a mission. Niah started witnessing all Oaths, it helped people remember how important the oaths were putting a face to it. With the new title of Oath Binder, she was also promoted to Centurion, it helped keep the lines of who was in charge better. Niah wasn't particularly excited about the change and for the most part deferres to her counterpart in the 2nd cohort.

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Additional Information

Theme Song: Promises I can't Keep - Mike Shinoda

Extra Information: See Andy's cs
I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.

[User]
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☀ Nancy Parker ☀

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Location: San Fransisco - Amtrak
Skills: N/A

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 Nancy nodded, beaming with pride as Niah asked her just what else she could do with her gift. "I haven't tried bursting someone's brain like that before, but yeah, I think I'd be able to find the note - just might take some trial and error." It essentially came to trying out pitches at random, sometimes she had the approximate pitch she needed memorized (like for glass) yet she hadn't tried to make someone's head into a bomb before. That would be a fun way to kill monsters though - to just sing or whistle and have them explode. She snickered as the unsuspecting mortal walked on by, looking like he had pissed his pants. Had she not already been claimed by Apollo, she could have easily passed for a child of Mercury.

 "Hey Niah... Are you immune to getting wet?" Nancy asked, thinking. Niah's mother was a river goddess - sure, the Styx wasn't the average river but it was a river all the same. "Maybe you've got some Neptune like powers waiting to be unlocked. Rome could finally have a fighting chance when it comes to water battles." She shifted how she was sitting in her seat, propping one foot up against the bottom of her seat, letting her lean forward on her elevated knee. It was nice to think about the War Games and to just talk about the ways they were strong, powerful, badass women.

[Assistant]
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Niah Bautista

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Location: On the train
Skills: Odikinesis

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"I look forward to the lessons Professor Crane." Niah grinned at Mads. The grin Nancy gave her for her idea was worrisome. Maybe the idea was too dark if Nancy was enjoying the possibilities. "Warn me if you decide to do that in a room crowded with angry people with swords." Niah couldn't decide if she would watch or leave. Watching would be entertaining, but she did not want to have to deal with the fallout. As she thought that though Niah considered that Nancy was a friend and she would have her back if Nancy was in trouble. This, however, would be a trouble of her own making. Trouble she could easily avoid if she just didn't blow up cups around angry people with swords.

"Tragically I didn't get that gift." Niah sighed a little wistfully. She would have loved to have the ability to manipulate water. It was nice discussing what use their gifts could have outside what they had already used it for so far. She paused as she watched the now soaked guy storm off. Niah snickered but shook her head and reached out calming him. It would hopefully at least keep the guy from yelling at some poor train staff member.

[User]
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Madalyne Crane

Location: Amtrak Station San Francisco -> Medford, Oregon, Amtrak Station
Skills: N/A

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It took a few hours, and there weren't any monsters that had gotten onto any of the stops on their way Madalyne ended up taking alittle bit of a nap just to pass the time her head resting against the table that they were sitting on. Until she heard the announcement that they were going to be making a small stop in Medford to stretch out and for those who needed it to have a smoke break as well. She stretched out slightly letting out a little bit of a yawn and looked towards the others.

"I'm going to get some air real quick." Madalyne said as she climbed off of the train seeing some people were there as well, some were just getting off as well. Either it was their train stop or they were also boarding. Madalyne looked around seeing what looked to be a bunch of biker guys just getting up from where they were sitting, she started to feel a little bit suspicious of them. But they were talking amongst themselves, as Madalyne remained calm for the most part digging into her pockets, and occasionally looked at the group seeing about ten of them in all as well.

[Assistant]
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☀ Nancy Parker ☀

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Location: Medford, Oregon - Amtrak
Skills: Sleight of Hand

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 "I'm gonna get us some food," she told Niah and Madalyne, before getting up as well. She didn't mention how she was going to do it. She figured Niah would rather not know. She had her pack on her, just in case she somehow ended up not being able to make it back on the train and was stranded in Oregon for a few days. On her way off, she "bumped" into someone heading on, stealthily grabbing their wallet. Once she was off the train, she grabbed the cash and discretely threw the wallet back onto the train, figuring the owner would want it back.

 She had scored them $26. There was a Jack in the Box nearby, so she figured she'd buy as much food for them as she could and bring it back to the train. It was such a quick trip, she figured she could handle herself. Nancy put the money into her pockets and started walking in that direction, whistling slightly as she went. A sickening feeling formed in her stomach, like someone was watching her, stalking her. She turned her head over her shoulder and saw about ten bikers. The feeling in her stomach worsened. Her hands shook slightly. Her palms grew sweaty. She wanted to chalk it up to imagination but... life was never that kind for demigods.

[User]
Location: On the train -> Amtrak platform (Medford, Oregon)
Skills:

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Niah had pulled out the spare shirt from her bag and used it as a makeshift pillow taking a nap. It took hours to get to Medford. She enjoyed the conversation and company of Nancy and Madalyne and was happy she had chosen to have them join her. And even happier that the Senate had allowed it. When the train stopped in Medford Niah sat up and stretched. She was sore from how she had been curled up in the seat, but at least it seemed like she had gotten a bit of sleep.

When Nancy said she was gonna get food, Niah frowned, but then nodded and stayed on the train for a little longer. She didn't know what Nancy had planned, but she didn't want to watch it happen. If she could pretend it wasn't happening then it didn't feel like she was complicit in it. That only worked so well.

After a little bit of time Niah stood, she wanted to get some fresh air too badly to wait any longer. She stuffed her shirt back in her bag and got off the train. As she gazed around, looking for Nancy and Mads specifically her attention was attracted to a group of bikers. There was something about them that set her teeth on edge. Not her Oath sense, but something else and sinister about them. She considered that maybe it was her Odikinesis. Maybe the group was very angry?

The problem though was they seemed to be eyeing Nancy. She suddenly doubted they were just a group of bikers, but instead monsters. An easy solution, if they were people, would be to join Nancy, that normally discouraged people. Witnesses. However, if they were monsters, that'd only attract their attention more.

Niah tried to catch Mads eye and gesture to the guys. In the meantime she drew her invisible sword.


[System]
Gender:Male

Age:16

Appearance: Noboru is short, standing at 5 foot 6 or about 167 cm. He is a relatively lightweight child, but makes up for it by building every bit of muscle in his body, resulting in a thin, but well muscled man. his hair color is lighter than black, but darker than gray. his face is relatively average, with his nose being rather short, and having a well defined jawline. On his chin stands a small amount of hair stubble, but his upper lip is well shaved.

Arcana:Strength

Personality:Noboru is a brave teenager and usually relies on himself and lets others rely on him, but is prone to throwing tantrums when he can't fix a problem by himself. He is rather dull and prefers exercising his muscles to exercising his brain. He tries to befriend most people he comes across never trying to give up on being their friend.

Equipment/Skills:heavy duty sports tape, Skilled in wrestling and boxing, Very strong.

Background: Born the fourth and final child to a retired singing father and a choreographing mother, Noboru was raised trying to learn how to sing and dance. His parents realizing that he was hopeless in these talents around the age of eight, gave up on him and focused more on his siblings. Unfazed by this, Noboru replaced the time his parents used to spend with him teaching how to dance and sing with working out and exercising his body. Any chance he could get, Noboru would be exercising, instead of studying for school. Not wanting others to feel alone as he did due to his parents, Noboru tries to befriend others at very high costs. When he got into high school, Noboru immediately joined the wrestling team, hoping to become the captain. In his off time, Noboru practices boxing.

Persona: Atlas

Appearance:
Abilities:Kill Rush, Counter

Here is Noboru.

Name:Aiko & Akari Yamamoto (Twins) AIko-Male, Akari-Female

Age: 18

Appearance:The Fabulous Twin Duo!

Arcana:N/A

Personality:Being twins, Aiko and Akari are very similar. They both have a similar flair for the dramatic, opposite of the down to earth Noboru. They love to make fun of their youngest brother when they get the chance, not knowing when to truly stop it. They are rather defensive of other people making fun of him, but this is more of a "My punching bag not yours" kind of attitude.

Equipment/Skills:Acting and Singing.
Akari-Acting, Aiko-Singing.

Background: Born as the eldest twins of a famous singer and actor, they are perfectly talented at everything their parents are, if not more.

Persona:N/A

Here is the twins.

Gender:Fenale
Age:14
Appearance:

Personality-A chipper and upbeat school girl.

Equipment/Skills:Her adorable charm.

Background:Tis a secret to everyone.

[User]
Accepting the Fool King

Matt had no idea what was going on anymore, heck he didn't understand what was going on in the beginning but now there were people fighting the thing that claimed to be him. Wait wasn't one of the guys Noboru? and the others were at the hospital with him… No this wasn't the time to think about stuff like that, they were fighting because of him… because he couldn't… wouldn't accept who he was.

The thing they were fighting was no imposter was it… But how could he admit to being so terrible anybody would want to deny being like that. No thats just running away.
As if it was all predetermined the group knocked down the shadow in an all out attack, it was down for the count and the perfect time to confront it, no that isn't the right word.

"stop it damn it." Matt said as he got up.
"I….your not… damn it" Matt started to mumble "i'm so ashamed… to admit it… I don't want for it to be like.. damn it" Matt walked over to the shadow as it reverted to its human appearance.
"I never thought i'd have to face myself so literally…. I've been lying to myself and others all this time" Matt took another pause and deep breath.
"Everything you said is true.. at the beginning i just wanted to be accepted… but being a country bumpkin i couldn't live it down… no matter how good i was at things it never changed how people looked at me… like some fool, so i lied and pretended to be fine with it… pretended it would all be ok as long as i was accepted by others and people would listen to me"
biting his lip Matt continued.
"But it wasn't enough… I wanted more.. i wanted to be more than a fool… I wanted to be something greater so I came to Japan where I would be a smart foreigner and use it as levi"

"I admit it ok… you're me and i'm you… but this is wrong.. we can't dominate people to be accepted, after this lets find a real way to be accepted by others." Matt finally fully accepted the shadow. no himself.

and the shadow smiled as it faded and took on a new form.

Matt fell down to his knees again and turned his head to the group that rescued him.
"sorry to cause you all so much trouble"

[Assistant]
-Sunday 19th April 2015-

Leiko Hamada: Warakuma Mall

As soon as Leiko turned her attentions on the new guy, Kasumi was quick to excuse himself from the situation, making some halfhearted comments about missing the next drama session before swiftly leaving, to her own chagrin. Here she was, standing up for him and this was her just reward: left to pick up the pieces.

Exit: stage left, she thought dryly as she watched Sieghardt disappear into the crowds before once again focusing on the one that caused all this interruption. It wouldn't be long however, before yet another zealous Drama candidate appeared into the fray, leaving Leiko absolutely exasperated. It was like she was being hounded by her own club today.

Maki Moritomi was most definitely a lively fellow, everything from his mannerisms to his speech, and Leiko couldn't tell whether this was a virtue or a curse. She forced a pleasant smile when he arrived (although her eyes hardened slightly at the careless use of her name), and met his carefree question with blunt honesty. "Not particularly. I was purchasing materials for Drama Club, but luck appears not to be on my side. One of our members has been left quite upset from the comments of this person, and quite frankly, I want nothing more than to go home and run myself a hot bath. Perhaps then, I shall have the chance to enjoy myself."

Leiko let out a sigh of relief once she was done with her tirade, and true to her word, left to finish her purchases and collect her friends before returning back home.

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Saya Ueno: Warakuma Mall

Saya was relieved to hear Rokoru's indifferent response, the expression evident on her face as she felt the tension release from her facial muscles. "Oh no, no I don't mind at all! I was worried you might mind, since you know, you're the Club President, and I'm you know, nobody. Well, not nobody, but compared to you, I'm-"

Saya was well aware that word vomit was pouring out her mouth at terrific speed, so she quickly refocused the conversation with an easy smile. "Yeah, I'm gonna get these and maybe some other stuff. You won't mind helping me carry these after I buy them, right Senpai? After all, it's in your contract~" She reminded him with a teasing wink before heading over to checkout, positively glowing. It was entirely possible that people from Archery had seen them but she didn't care. Senpai didn't care, so neither did she. Let them talk.

If this is what came of winning, Saya needed to hit those bulls-eyes more often.

[User]
The Kingdom of Me - Town Centre
19/4/2015 Sunday

The battle was over, and Matt poured his heart out... A fool he played to hide his feelings it seems. After all that was over, he came over to the party and apologized for the trouble.

"That's okay...", said Rui, he stepped forward a put a hand over Matthew's shoulder and with a straight face...

"I'm actually glad you were taken here... Otherwise I was about to look like an idiot", at this point Matt would be a little confused as to what he meant... Rui was referring to the girls in the as-yet formed Agricultural Club who were waiting to sign up. After a few confused looks, Rui continued,

"Well in any case, we're not the only ones glad you're okay I can assure you...", as he finished saying that, Matt agreed, before falling to his knees as the exhaustion took over. Rui and Noboru managed to get to him and help him back up, Kami was securing the area. According to him everything was clear.

"Let's get you home..."

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As Matthew faded back into what appeared to be consciousness, he looked around him... A room of blue, and a long dining table. The first thing he noticed was that there were three other silhouettes in the other chairs, and as they came into focus, he recognized them, Rui, Kami, and Noboru. They were all how to put it... 'not there' at the moment. He looked down and saw his outfit had changed to a dress shirt with vest and a bow tie, and his seat was marked with a card, stating "Magician", number one. He looked at the other seats and noticed different cards with different numbers. Rui's was 0, the Fool, the rest were a bit more difficult to see, but he could see Rui's since his was directly across.

"It appears another guest has finally joined us. Welcome to the Velvet Room, a place between mind and matter... I am Igor, and this is my assistant, Henrietta. We will be helping you and your similarly fated allies on your journey", the beautiful lady in blue bowed quietly as he motioned to her.

"Now, guest, Matthew Harvester, you hold the power of the Magician. An Arcana that represents initiative, and energy, often perhaps brash and foolish, but also admirable and with much integrity", he stated.

"You are here because you have signed a contract at the beginning of this year. I urge you to recall the... Lounge room", he stated. While he was here... He did recall something like that... In any case, Igor didn't seem to want to spend anymore time. There were many empty seats, so he understood why.

"For now... Take this. You will return next time to this room of your own free will... But until then, farewell", as Igor was speaking, Henrietta walked over and handed him a key... Without much chance to say anything himself, he found the room fading away as he returned to unconsciousness.

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Warakuma High - Front Gates
20/4/2015 Monday

The day was a little excitable, and understandably so. Golden Week was next week, and that meant a whole week of doing whatever they wanted, it was a week off from school and Japan being what it was, this was one of the rare times of the year people got a couple days off.

"Ahhh one more week, and I can binge on dramas!"

"Wait, is that what you're doing?!"

"Yeah... What're you doing?"

"Going to Tokyo I think, like me and my family always do... But my dad has been looking at this 'Amagi Inn' place, hot springs, I hear it's really good, so we might go there instead. Apparently it's in the next town over"

"Ahh that's nice... I haven't been to hot springs for a long time, I wish my parents had more time..."

After a moment, the first bell rang, so Rui hurried off to class.

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Warakuma High - Homeroom 2-1
20/4/2015 Monday

After rollcall was done, the announcement Rui expected came up. It was in regards to Matthew.

"So, last night the student who had been reported as kidnapped turned up. Looks like he was okay... Well that's a bit of good news, maybe if you know him, I hear he's at the hospital. Though maybe not go for awhile, the police need him for awhile to question him, so maybe save it for after school... Anyways...", homeroom went about normal. This announcement went around to the other classes too.

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Warakuma Hospital - After School
20/4/2015 Monday

"Thank you for your time Mr. Harvester... Have a good day", as Rui was going up to see Matthew he saw policemen leave a room, which was obviously Matthew's, due to whom they were addressing. He simply entered in after them. Rui wasn't surprised there were police this time for Matthew's disappearance. Noboru's was more an overnight disappearance, but Matthew's was longer and he left behind evidence, namely his phone, which a neighbour, (reportedly an old lady) who knew or saw him often went to return to him, but found his place empty. Very same phone appears to have been returned to Matthew too, it was on the bedside table, cracked screen... Supposedly from when he dropped it.

"Looks like you're okay... So what'd the police ask you about?"

[Assistant]
Noboru Yamamoto-Before school-April 20, 2015

Before school, Noboru decided to check up on Matthew. They talked for a little while, chatting up small talk. Noboru started to get up and leave and as he passed through the door he gave one parting farewell gift.

Hey friend. You seem a bit down, so I got you a special surprise. Enjoy!

As Noboru passed out the door, the ice queen walked in, ready to take care of Matthew.

Noboru Yamamoto-After School-Same Day

Noboru looked at his shirt, disappointed. His favorite workout shirt was ruined during the fight with matthew, all torn up, he sewed it back together, but he was unsure whether it would hold or not. You could tell where the tears obviously were, the jagged sewing lines. He decided to keep wearing the shirt, only because a childhood friend had sewed the shirt back together, and he didn't want to make his friend sad. He switched out shirts and went to the mall looking at new shirts to possibly replace his old one at a later date. He bought two new shirts, each black with different colored stripes running down the sides. He stretched and prepared in his old shirt, ready to run an extra mile or three.


[System]
Race: Geth

Age: 6

Gender: N/A, masculine voice

Height: 2 meters
Active programs: 1464
Personality: While there is about as much personality to the unit as one would expect from any Geth, the sheer number of Geth within it do make it feel a little more 'alive', if literal-minded and overanalitical, sometimes to a fault. Despite the stigma that still lies on the Geth, even after their part in ending the Reaper War, the unit is quite friendly, if the term is applicable to a machine. The unit remains adamant that the Quarians attacked the Geth without provocation and the Geth were justified in firing back, but it lives by a 'live and let live' code.

History: Not long after the end of the invasion, a Quarian technician on Rannoch discovered an unusual Geth platform. It possessed several panels on its head apparently meant to simulate facial expressions as well as a more complex architecture, capable of supporting thousands as opposed to the one or two hundred individual Geth programs found in most Geth platforms. The unit, along with four hundred Geth recreated by the Quarian and his team, was sold to the Eclipse who planned to use it do do their dirty work in hazardous environments or borderline suicidal tasks. For a time, it worked, and the Geth unit received numerous upgrades in order to make it even more effective. It worked so well that the Eclipse contacted the Quarian and purchased several other Geth platforms with the necessary programs. That was their second mistake. The first mistake was using the advanced unit without thoroughly studying its capabilities. The third and final mistake was not making sure the Geth platforms couldn't communicate with each other.

As the Quarian took care to give the Geth information about their progenitors, the role they played in the galaxy and that they've achieved sentience shortly before their end, the Geth decided they wouldn't be anyone's slaves again. The Geth abandoned all but two platforms: the infiltration unit and the sole Prime in Eclipse possession. Only a handful of Eclipse mercenaries manning that base lived to tell the tale of two Geth platforms, displaying unusual intelligence for isolated units, wreaking havoc throughout their facility. As the platforms neared a shuttle, the Prime runtimes abandoned the heavy platform in favor of the smaller, more advanced infiltration unit. The now inactive Prime was cannibalized for spare parts and the Geth left the smoldering base behind.

But with this many Geth in a single platform, they became less machine and more organic in the way they behaved, not unlike one particular unit from before the Geth extinction. And this unit developed a guilty conscience. The Geth within the platform quickly reached consensus: They couldn't allow senseless death to be their legacy. The unit stayed in the Terminus systems, relentlessly hunting mercenary groups operating within the area. Until it ran across a different group, one whose goals seemed to align with its own.

Specialisation: Infiltrator/assassin

Equipment: * Black Widow (recovered from a fallen Turian Spectre by the Eclipse)
* M-96 Mattock (recovered from a Salarian mercenary by the unit)
* Omni-tool (recovered from a fallen Human Sentinel by the unit)

Skills: * Tactical Cloak (Duration, recharge speed, SNiper rifle damage)
* Sabotage (Backfire, explosive hack, berserk)
* Energy drain (Damage, drain, armor boost)
* Multi-grenade (Radius, force and damage, force and damage)
* Incinerate (Radius, burning damage, armor damage)
* AP ammo (Damage, headshots, pierce)

Voice: Mark Strong (Merlin, Kingsman: The Secret Service)

[User]
As the group spoke of their victory over blue Sun, outside in the hanger, the sounds of a Sniper Rifle was heard before a bullet flew past and connected with head of a retreating Blue Sun member. She had only a moment to grunt in pain before she hit the ground dead. A flash would come from in front of the group, though it happen closest to Lokea as a female appeared from what seemed like thin air and walked up to the dead member.

She ignored the group at the moment and instead reached down and ripe off the blue sun chest armour before tugging a necklace off. "Thought as much, well that's another name of my book and at least I know my mother will be happy I got her necklace back" The woman said to herself as she put her sniper rifle away. She then pulled out her book crossing a name out using her victim blood. "Another pays the price for my parents death, all that leave is two more grunts and 2 commanders once their all dead, I would have avenged my parents death" she once again said to herself.

When she turned round, she finally acknowledged the group. But instead of greetings, she said "So which one of you is Saris? You said, you had need of a mercenary or Assassin or whatever the fuck it is". She looked at all the people there and her tone changed to a flirty tone as she said "Though to be honest; with this many sexy creatures around, I won't mind having some fun". She looked at Lokea. "I think, your the sexest Asari, I've come across my beautiful nature skinned friend" She winked at the girl.

[Assistant]
Saris and Laurence

Saris tapped his gloved hands together in amusement as he was bombarded with questions, before climbing on top of a nearby crate to put him at eye level with most of the group. Thankfully, none of them had asked about the blue sun attack yet. It was best that way, he didnt intend for them to find that out until a few missions were under their belt, and they had gotten a taste of the money he was paying them. He turned and looked to the relatively small humans.

"A wonderful question, young... [Hhhkk...]...man! Morality, as you may have guessed by now, is somewhat flexible. But i do wish to help the people of the... [Hhhkk...]...Terminus Systems. But i dont think i can explain it all here. If you would check... [Hhhkk...]... your omni tools, i have sent the binding section of your contract. You are welcome to... [Hhhkk...]... view the other fifty-nine sections as you so wish. Oh, your point." He took a deep breath.

"You are welcome to send messages to your family however you wish. However... [Hhhkk...]...you will not be able to give our location, or mention any of the inner workings of this... [Hhhkk...]...group." He sighed. "If you do any of this, i will be forced to terminate your contract."

A few meters away, Laurence couldn't hide a smirk. He hadn't bothered to put his helmet back on.

Saris turned to the Geth, who he couldn't actually remember inviting.
"I hope that also answers your question...[Hhhkk...]...Sir?" He let the sentence trail off a bit before continuing,

Finally, he turned to the Asari that Laurence seemed to think had a STD of some kind. Ridiculous of course, but Saris had close calls before. He took a slight step back.
"I assure you my dear, the pay is... [Hhhkk...]...Substantial. Enough to retire on, in fact. I'm very rich, you see." He chuckled.

"Well then, everyone!" He shouted cheerfully. "Soon we can take the shuttle to our new HQ, and you can see this job for yourselves. I do so ... [Hhhkk...]...sincerely hope you like it."

He then turned to the other Asari.
"...yes my dear, i am in need a mercenary or assassin, or ... [Hhhkk...]..whatever the fuck it is."

Laurence, on the other hand, looked up when she flirted with the entire group at once.
"Hm. You wouldn't happen to be affiliated with Eclipse, would you?" He said, with mild venom in his voice. "I do so sincerely hope you arent still affiliated with them...

[User]
Mass Effect: Seraphim Post

Ashton grasped the implication that he'd be killed if he revealed anything about the operation, a prospect that caused him to tense, although the young man quickly relaxed when Flame went up to him and touched his shoulder.

"It's okay," said the redhead, "It's usually how these things go." He then turned to Saris and said, "All right, it seems we're in. We just have to wait for the shuttle, correct?" A thin smile, "Now, let me and Ashton review our contracts in the little time we have before transport arrives."

And Flame proceeded to do just that, while Ashton decided to multi-task, simulteanously searching for Saris Fen's publically available business info using another 'tab'.

"Amazing," Ashton said to his benefactor, "Mr. Fen, you're probably one of the richest people in the Galaxy at this point in time. For you to show interest in this lawless region of space - somewhat benign interest at that... I think that such a line of thinking is laudable. As Flame said, I am in."

A glance around their motley group; the boy had noticed that many were silent. Not just that, but knowing the pattern of such endaevors, it was clear that the adventures of this 'outfit' Mr. Fen was forming was going to follow a pattern similar to 'Archangel's'; initial success, a zenith as their enemies were thrown into disarray... Then a 'darkest hour' as their enemies regrouped and struck back.

He reviewed the last of his independently-acquired finances; Ashton will have to expand this money into a 'nest egg' through various freelance security jobs - It seemed he had acquired Saris' implied permission for such. This nest egg would go to saving the group's asses out of the fire once the darkest hour struck. Looking at Elijah, Ashton briefly thought about the White Company, his group; they might play a role in his plans for the future. But, considering Eli's present silence, that may not be such a good idea after all; said silence might be a signal of skepticism or even enmity.

Take a deep breath, Ashton, he thought. Take a deep breath.

He would also have to buy a safehouse - using independent funds, not Saris' payments - as part of the contingency. It was quite clear that no matter how well-hidden or well-defended the current HQ was, it would be found eventually. Just like Archangel was eventually cornered. But how best to acquite said safehouse without stoking Saris' suspicions? Ashton blinked and thought, I'll just be honest if confronted about it; it's technically not forbidden by the contract, and does not qualify as treason against the group, after all..

Continuing to wait for the shuttle, Ashton although thought that the safehouse needed to be able to fit five or so people, and have accomodations for Saris himself; should the darkest hour arrive, he planned to rescue his employer.

[Assistant]
"You are welcome." It replied to Lokea. It was about to say something else when an armored humanoid, an asari judging by the language she spoke, appeared out of thin air. The flaps surrounding Gideon's 'face' rose up in a surprised expression. If it were human, it's eyebrows would've met its hairline. It made no effort to hide the fact it was curiously observing the new arrival as she moved around, looting the dead body and muttering something. "Caution: this individual's operating system appears unstable." it summarised when the display finished.

It deemed Saris' answer satisfactory, but as an organic might have said, talk is cheap. Fortunately, it was a machine. What was a sixty section contract? It was done reading through the thing before Saris finished responding to the two asari. "Based on available information, your intentions appear to be identical to ours, Saris Fen. We oppose terminus criminal elements. You oppose terminus criminal elements. Cooperation seems to further mutual goals. We believe we would be a useful addition to the effort if you'll have us. To paraphrase Shepard-commander 'It helps to have tireless, merciless machines on your side.' Furthermore, we do not require payment, though acquiring additional runtimes would be appreciated. not to mention it would further improve our capabilities." Its current mobile platform was designed to run up to two thousand units simultaneously, leaving Gideon with a little over 25 percent of the platform's processing power still unused.

When the scarfaced mercenary that already seemed to be acquainted with Saris mentioned the Eclipse, Gideon raised an 'eyebrow'. `Consensus: Avoid mentioning our past until more information regarding this individual and his relation to the Eclipse is obtained.` They'd rather not test Laurence's reaction to learning some of Gideon's runtimes have been killing for the Eclipse for nearly six years. Even the Geth were a little wary of Laurence based on their limited observations of him.


[System]
Team SOUL
Age: 15 (19 in image)

Appearance:

5'7" upon entering the Academy, 5'11" upon graduation. Has a tattoo of a dragon spiraling along his left arm, starting at his wrist and its head coming to rest on his left pectoral.

Weapon:

Semblance: Electricity - Can discharge electrical currents through physical contact, or channel it through his sword, albeit for reduced potency.

Background: A resident of Vacuo, a harsh, desert-like region of Remnant. Growing up posed any number of challenges for Soren, even with modern amenities readily available. Droughts and food shortages were common in his early years, yet he was lucky enough to survive through to his teenage years. Once he was old enough to join, he traveled to the Orion Combat School in Vacuo's western districts, doing fairly well despite having no prior training. After finishing at Orion, he would travel to Beacon Academy to further his training. He is currently attending with hopes of making some kind of name for himself, to be able to provide for his family and younger siblings back home.

Name: Ulyssa Jove

Age: 14 (18 in image)

Appearance:

Weapon: Short, curved blade as shown in her picture. Depending on her Semblance, it can gain different effects.

Semblance: Drawing from her Dust Cards strapped to her headband, Ulyssa can create any number of effects in a fight, ranging from Dust imbued attacks to herself or allies, to things like temporary speed boosts. She is only capable of drawing 3 cards, they come at random, and each effect lasts 90 seconds.

Background: Hailing from Mistral, Ulyssa has more or less been raised and trained to fight Grimm. Having both a Huntsman mother and father, and being an only child, she was instructed on how to fight from an early age. With her unique Semblance, she even managed to fight Grimm prior to ever enrolling in a combat school, albeit at the side of both of her seasoned parents. When she finally enrolled in the school, she was ahead of the other students and graduated with top marks, much to the delight of her parents. Now she's at Beacon Academy though, surrounded by plenty of other able-bodied students. She wants to make her parents proud and excel, but can she do so here?

Team RAVN

Name: Noriko Kade

Age: 21

Gender: Female

Appearance:

[User]
"No... But it means I don't have to accept help either. No sense in putting someone else at risk," Soren replied, hefting his shoulders up in a small shrug at her compliment. "Those were small ones, I doubt I could do it to a full grown Beowulf." He'd never really fought one before, at least not to any extreme extent. There were however a handful of nasty creatures back home, so he wasn't unaccustomed to fending off ferocious beasts. Really, what more was a Grimm than just another wild animal? Yes there were obvious differences, but if you viewed them as just another creature of the wilds then they weren't quite so intimidating. Watching the Faunus inspect his latest kill, Soren placed his weapon back and his hands in his pockets, waiting for her to come up with some kind of plan for them. He wasn't really one to initiate anything himself, he'd leave that to her.

Lyra, huh? And she was a local, or at least compared to him she was. There was some slight surprise in finding a Faunus here, given the animosity that some people still carried towards them. She'd get no such grief from him though, he was far more about live and let live. "Soren, and I'm from Vacuo," he answered simply, glancing back to his kills for a brief moment. That was right, there was likely going to be people from any number of kingdoms here. All these cultures clashing together, it was surely going to make for some interesting moments. Just between him and Lyra there were two completely different lifestyles, and he'd imagine their other teammates would be different as well. Following Lyra's lead, the pair began making their way for the temple, wherever that might be, to claim their piece and take the next step in this Initiation. "I'm sure we'll find it, eventually. Forest is pretty big..."

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So he was planning ahead then was he? Ulyssa could appreciate that, though she wondered if he was considering the here and now as well. Planning ahead was nice, but if you only looked ahead then you weren't engrossed in the moment, and you might miss something. Smirking somewhat amused when he mentioned fighting, the young student tossed her hair over one shoulder and sheathed her blade, folding her hands behind her back as she began walking off. "I'm sure I will be absolutely enraptured by your abilities, Owyn. But let's not try finding a fight, okay? I'd rather just get to the temple and get this done with." He could show off later if he really wanted to, she might humor him and find a Grimm to fight with. It was hardly her idea of a good time, but part of her wanted to see if he lived up to his own hype.

Not having a map or even a sense of direction for that matter certainly made this journey take a while. The sun had long since passed its peak and was now beginning to set, signifying it was later in the afternoon by now. Ulyssa had worried for a while that they may have gone in the wrong direction entirely, and that they may never well come across the temple at this rate. Concerns were quelled however when they found the structure in question, albeit it was more ruins than a sound temple. Not exactly what she had expected coming into this, but then they didn't quite know what to find when they got here anyways.

"So our relics are here somewhere then...? Those chess pieces you mentioned?" Ulyssa asked, moreso confirming it with herself than anything, "Well great... Now we just have to find them." It was not immediately obvious where they might be, yet she was confident they would locate the relics after a quick look. Resting one hand casually on the hilt of her saber she began to walk about the immediate area, looking for any signs of what they were after. If this was what they needed to finish, surely they had been hidden? No way did the Headmaster or instructors make this easy on them, she expected to have to do everything short of excavate the ground to find these.

Soren had scarcely spoken for the walk, letting Lyra start and usually finish every conversation they had. He was more dedicated to keeping an ear out for any Grimm as both of them had already been attacked today; neither of them caught wind of anything however, and after some hours of walking they appeared to have found the temple. What were the chances they had taken the right route? Slim to none he'd venture, so the fact they were here now was a miracle. As they rounded about from the southern side, Soren came to a gradual halt when he spotted two others by the ruins, apparently looking around for something. Another pair then? Or were they already part of a two man team? It didn't appear that they had been noticed yet, which begged the question then of approaching them or not. "Lyra... What do you think, should we go over?" he asked, glancing back curiously, "The guy looks to be stiff, might be a pain in the neck..."

[Assistant]
Owyn shrugged, "There ought to be at least one in there. It depends on how many teams have made it in and out..." He muttered in thought, rubbing his chin, "I don't imagine the inside will be very safe though. Treading with caution would be a good idea. Like I said, if you've some way to light it, we'll be in good shape. If not, we're gonna need to take a minute to fashion something and get it ignited." The man crossed his arms and examined the mouth of the temple, staring deep into it, as though something would come out at any minute. "... Eh, fine, wait here, I'll go put something together..." He turned on his heel and started sifting through the dead branches on the ground, wandering into a radius of several feet.

"You're not much of one for conve- Eh?" Lyra stopped as he asked her for an opinion. "Go over where..? Oh," The girl blinked and looked to where he was gesturing before instinctively shaking her head. "No, nope. Definitely not." Her reaction was a bit quick, so she recovered and cleared her throat, "I mean, it might be better not to... Heh... Like you said, he seems kinda stiff, y'know? And who knows what kinda people they are, right? They could easily walk in there with us and just sneak away the moment we find danger or they'll try to nab a relic piece before we can get one for ourselves. Let's find another entrance..." She didn't hesitate to grab his hand and pull him in another direction, looping around the structure of the ruined temple. Finally, they found another point from which they could approach the building.

Meanwhile, Owyn returned to Ulyssa, "Alright... Now comes the hard part. Unless you get a better idea, we're gonna be here for a bit..." He dropped the kindling on the ground. Amidst the supplies was one thicker, semi-stubbed section of a limb. "Let's see if we can't get a makeshift torch... Again, unless you have a better idea?" He stared idly at the supplies, hoping that she did... Honestly, he had no idea what he was doing with this stuff...

Lyra tapped her foot impatiently as they looked at the entrance to the temple. She snapped her fingers, "Got it. I know what to do," She beamed brightly before dashing back into the woods. When she came back, she was holding a large branch with a multitude of brown and yellow leaves on it. "This must have snapped off a tree recently... Good luck too, watch." Dropping it to the ground, she pulled an orange-tipped arrow on her bow's string and fired it at the top of the branch. The burst of flame was far from an explosion, igniting some of the grass around and the leaves on the wood. "There! A torch!" She said with excitement. It would have to do for now, she was limited on Dust Arrows... The girl reached down and picked up the long branch, holding it at the mouth of the ruins.

"Shall we go?" She asked curiously, looking to him as the soft glow of the fire already started to fill the dark space.

Owyn crossed his arms... Perhaps learning to be a survivalist would have been in his best interest before coming. However, father was rather preoccupied with teaching him combat. It must have just been overlooked. Right now, though, it was the one thing between him and being an official Beacon student. "So... what? Do we just like... rub sticks together and they light up..? Err... Or do we need something else to light it up?"

[User]
"I don't have anything to light a torch, or anything to make a torch. I suppose we could make a fire, then light a branch..." Ulyssa mumbled, thinking it over with herself. Hm, she had been taught how to make a torch before, but did she have the materials for it? Branches were a definite yes, and she could find some spare cloth somewhere, if not from her own outfit. That just left some kind of fuel to put on the cloth, no idea where she'd get that, and a means of lighting it. But where to get a fuel? What out here might burn for an extended period of time? Not knowing frustrated her, but it seemed like Owyn had them covered.

There were two perfectly good partners over by the temple, even if one did seem a bit stuffy. For whatever reason Lyra was wanting nothing to do with it, shooting down the proposal with no hesitation. Giving the Faunus a puzzled look, Soren hefted his shoulders in a shrug and gave the area another look. "They would need partners too though, I don't see why..." he began, eyes widening in slight surprise when his hand was grabbed and he was pulled away. Okay, for some reason Lyra really didn't want to partner with those two; her business was her own, he wasn't going to press her for details and ask why. He didn't see another entrance from here, chances were there wasn't one, yet that didn't deter the Faunus at all. "Okay, okay, quit pulling me," Soren replied, stumbling along to keep up with the anxious girl.

"Do I seem like I have a better idea? Why do you imagine I'm letting you do this?" She wished she could offer something, anything would be quicker than watching Owyn try to ignite a fire. Was it just her, or was he hopeless when it came to this? The look of confusion on his face would suggest as much, and part of her wondered if he'd ever done something like this in his life. Judging by his outfit too that was a very real possibility, he probably had someone to do it for him up until now. Great, a preppy moron with no idea of even the basics Ulyssa lamented, a bead of sweat dropping down her forehead as she watched him stare at the sticks, utterly lost. Hopefully I don't have to rely on him for much.

"I'll be damned... There's a rear entrance." Who would have thought? There were no other students out this way, and Soren was pretty certain there wouldn't be for some time. They had found this place completely by chance, the notion that it would be teeming with students any moment was a bit absurd then. So they found a way in, but unless they had night vision they were going to have a hard time of it. Taking the initiative, Lyra ran off and gathered supplies for a torch, returning promptly afterwards with a proud look plastered on her face. It was impressive to see her able to fashion a light source so readily, Soren had to give her that much.

"Yeah, we'll head in. I'll lead though, we don't know what's inside," Soren answered, withdrawing his weapon once more and unfolding it into its blade form. Holding it at his hip, he then began moving into the shadowed entrance, using the faint glow of Lyra's torch to guide him.

It was painfully apparent after watching Owyn that he had absolutely no idea what he was doing. Honestly, how difficult was it to start a fire? Sighing as he tried to solve it himself, Ulyssa forced a smile to her lips, though she snatched the tinder and twigs away from him impatiently. "If we were in dire straits, we'd be dead by now, I just want you to know that," she said, smiling up at her soon-to-be teammate, "But then we're not, so I guess it's okay you're useless!" She'd handle it then, so much for the man of the group doing anything. Laying out several sticks on the ground she surrounded it with some dried grass and leaves. Then, finding a small chunk of stone from the rubble, she withdrew her sword and held it in the center at an off-angle, beginning to strike the broad side with the stone. After a few swipes she managed to make sparks, and with sparks came flame.

"See, that wasn't so difficult was it?" Ulyssa taunted, grabbing a stick and bunching up grass around the tip. After using a long strip of grass to bind it to the stick, she ignited the entire thing and created a torch, thrusting it into Owyn's empty hands. "It won't last that long, but then we shouldn't be inside too long either. You lead, I'll be right behind you."