[System]
Gender: M

Age: 19

Primary Power: Telepathy Specialty

Personality:

Peaceful, friendly, and sensitive. Takes things at his own pace and tends to live in the moment. He's devoted to the people in his life and is not inclined to debate, disliking disagreements. He is attuned to small variations in the physical world and highly aware of balance, understanding what does and doesn't fit. He is emotionally well-rounded and empathetic toward others.

Skills:

Sneaking out of his room has given Daz some skills in being stealthy. Daz loves to paint, and greatly enjoys art in general. He is fluent in French and has some skill in other languages acquired while trekking across Europe.

Bio:

Daz was born in Bristol, in the UK, and grew up there with his eldest brother who would go on to be a YouTuber of some reknown. At age 15 he first discovered his powers when he began reading his teacher's thoughts to find the answers to her quizzes. His powers gradually began to grow from there; teleporting from his room to the bathroom in the mornings, reading the muted emotions of his parents to know when they were sleeping, and then summoning his panicked cat to him. Inevitably, he turned to the Net for answers, which was where he first found another like him. At first his searches turned up no satisfactory results, but then he was contacted by fantalazy86, a man- he assumed it was a man- who just so happened to be an internet genius keeping an eye out for people with powers like himself. He told Daz he was in contact with 12 others and gave some advice on how to use and hide his powers. He also informed Daz that every now and again one of their kind, Deviants he called them – as in deviation from normal humans – would disappear, and he advised keeping a low profile.

Before moving on with his education to go to uni, Daz went on a trip with several of his friends across Europe, starting in Portugal with plans to stop and meet fantalazy86 in person while in Germany. He never made it that far, he was suddenly being chased across the streets of a small town just outside Lyon by uniformed men with American accents. Foolishly he refused to use his powers in front of people until he had no other choice and in the process of being tackled he vanished in the middle of a large crowd. His reappearance at the edge of the town did not mean his escape, as he had transported the man with him. A sharp pain saw the world fade from view, and then he was waking up in a white room to the sound of running water.

EXTRA INFO:

Relationship Status: Single

Relationship Preferences: Pan/Open

Likes: Cats, Books, Sweets, Tea

Dislikes: Coffee, Dogs, Cold, Bullies

Health: None.

Other Important Information:

His brother, Sean Quirke, is a YouTuber of some fame, Daz's disappearance has not gone unnoticed by him, and thus not unnoticed by his viewers. Daz owns a homemade time-turner necklace with his initials carved into it, he informed his contact in Germany to look for it when they met up. It was confiscated when he was captured, but his attachment to the object means he will seek to reclaim it.

[User]
Lucas felt the guards approaching and made a descision. It's time for payback, He thought. Stepping out into the corridor, he shouted out to the people around him.
 "Find a way out, I'll hold these idiots off" He started off to find the guards and soon he heard them approaching from down the hall. He whipped himself into a vacated cell and waited for them to pass. As soon as they had, he reached out with his mind and shattered every light bulb in the hall.
 You have made a terrible mistake, now you will pay, he broadcasted telepathically to the guards before sending a wave of force blasting through the middle of the group. Guns went off in the darkness sending sparks and bullets flying through the air. Lucas erected a weak barrier to shield him from any stray fire that might come his way. He then loosed a banshee scream before picking up a man, slamming him into the wall, and flinging him towards his friends

[Assistant]
Bunny would quickly discover twelve others, thirteen including herself, fourteen including the woman on the surface. They were gathering in a corridor nervously.

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Daz cast his own mind out, confirming the locations of the twelve Deves and assessing the thoughts of their rapidly approaching detainers. He brushed the thoughts of another, a woman on the surface, but then his attention was pulled outward once more.

Daz stood straighter at the order, briefly wondering if he should help the man, but then he brushed off those thoughts. They needed to escape and the man wouldn't have offered himself up if he couldn't handle it. "This way!" Daz said, expertly plucking a map from a guard's mind. He had a lot of practice digging around in people's thoughts for the information he wanted, particularly answers on tests and occasionally he went in search of the truth if he felt a deceptive mood around someone.

Daz thrusts the information from the map into the minds of the Deviants, they would now be able to navigate the place as if they'd been working there for two months. He also mentally whispered their destination to the others; there was another stairwell at the end of the opposite corridor that would lead to the back entrance on the surface.

Daz didn't need a physical cue to use his powers, but he found it certainly helped. Taking a step and reappearing elsewhere, gesturing with his hand to move objects, or initiating skin contact to read thoughts. The physical action helped focus his ability, so he made to do that then, taking a step forward- but what's that? The sudden appearance of men in suits and holding handguns surging through the end of the corridor, the opposite end to where the other man- Lucas, was running his very noisy interference, gave him some pause.

It also seemed to make the others freeze in apprehension, and that second was all that was needed for it all to go horribly wrong. The guns seemed to go off in sync, and shrieks of pain, fear, and surprise formed a cacophony of both physical and psychic noise. Daz stumbled back as he felt his fellow Deviants die.

Just like that thirteen was suddenly eight.

NO! That was the woman on the surface, her grief and rage were fused and radiating like a giant sun of hatred. Brushing her thoughts, Daz discovered her daughter was one of the prisoners, and just then the little girl had died. The infuriated mother was suddenly aiming to kill, and then a serious of confusing emotions and thoughts twisted in her mind, and then she died too.

Daz's hands were pale and shaking, he dint wait a second longer and teleported to the stairwell immediately. TO ME! Now! He mentally commanded, his thoughts mostly on the man who had went to distract the other guards.

He spun on his heel and began racing up the steps as he felt others porting just behind him. The guards had left this section, they were almost free! They just had to get outside and surely that would be enough to escape completely!

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The men, more long-contract mercenaries than actual trained guards, were skittish enough around the prisoners without being attacked with their supernatural powers. A hail of confused bullets and angry shouting voices were the only answer they could muster to the terrifying psychic scream that invaded their minds. The bullets seemed to do more damage to themselves than to their target, and soon they were up and running, or limping, back the way they'd come. One man didn't rise, two bullet holes in his forehead.

A sudden palpable feeling of death and loss would wash over him then. At least one of his kind had died, many if the way the sharp and thick feeling settled was any indication. TO ME! Now! A voice suddenly called out to him, the first shout was verging on hysterical, but by the end of the command the voice had settled more into worry and fear. A location would then be forced into Lucas' thoughts; an image of a stairwell.

[User]
Bunny found two girls of about 12 years old who were scared to death so she took them in tow telling them to stay close.

As they made their way towards the others several frightening men with huge guns charged around the corner and fired their weapons. Their actions an disregard for the youth of Bunny's two charges so angered the normally sweet an gentle girl that she teleported them sans their guns into her vacated cell.

It was shortly after her own violent encounter that Bunny felt others die around her followed by a mother's rage that staggered her briefly. The sorrow filled woman who was filled with white hot anger attacked those who were responsible for her daughter's death only to expire moments later

The recent loss of life galvanized Marjorie into immediate action less she and her two charges be next to be brutally killed. So she focused on the voice that demanded her an the others join him at the stairwell. She grabbed the two girl's hands and ported them along with her to the voice calling her.

[Assistant]
She had been at this facility for exactly one month to the day. With no clocks or windows in her cell, noting the time and how long she'd been here had been tricky, but like clock work the humans in the masks would bring her three meals a day, and that was how she had been keeping time. When she had first got here she had been rather combative, and thus spent most of her days in a haze of sedative drugs, or strapped down to a medical bed. After about a week she stopped fighting and began her silent protest. By the third week she was starting to lose hope, and wondered what the rest of her life in a prison would be like.

When the electricity went out and her abilities started working again the first thing she did was listen to any and every mind she could hear. Information was key, as she couldn't teleport because she had no clue where she was. Hell for all she knew she was in the north pole, and teleporting back to Detroit would kill her. She heard bits and pieces of the peoples thoughts around her, The panic and confusion was evident in everyone's mind. She quickly teleported into the hall in front of her cell door, after she was sure no one out there was the enemy, in fact they were all like her, prisoners deviants.

The chaos quickly turned into bodies dropping, as the once dozen or so fellow Deviants became only eight left alive. Alisha stood pressing her back against the wall, trying to make her self a smaller target. A boy with red hair dropped in front of her, dying from a bullet to the neck, he bleed out quickly as he stared up at her, his eyes glazed over as he died. This scene would most likely haunt her for years to come, if she got out of here alive. She could telepathically hear the few other Deviants giving commands, and information on how to get out of this place, the map was helpful, and she was ready to get the hell out of here.

Grabbing a hysterically crying guy who had been cradling the body of what seemed to be his dead twin, Alisha followed the others lead and teleported to the stairwell that lead out of the place with him in tow. With the electricity still out most of the rooms and corridors around were pitch black, the only light coming in from the slit like windows. But even in the dim light Alisha noticed that the white hospital scrubs that she and many of the others were wearing all had some amount of blood on it, others were more or less drenched in it. She let got of the crying guy, who limply and pathetically plopped down onto the ground to continue sobbing, and not helping himself. "Get it together. Survive." She said to him, but also to herself, and anyone listening.

The door at the end of the stairwell and corridor, was the one that would lead to freedom. It was super locked and made of heavy steel and titanium. But with three of her strongest and huge telekinetic blasts, Alisha managed to bust it open, and light from the outside shown in.

[User]
Daz led the charge for the most part, being the first one on the stairs with the others porting in just behind him. But he was quickly overtaken by several of the faster prisoners. His steps faltered unsteadily as he felt another death, a sickening feeling in his gut, but it wasn't one of the Deviants at least. With every step he cast his mind out as far as it could reach, taking in everything he could find. There! Daz snatched the stray half-thought from one of their pursuers; "Mr. Whittemore is going to be pissed-" A name! Mr. Whittemore... who the hell is that?

Yeah, keep it together. I will survive this! He mustered as much determination as he could, but he was being buffeted on all sides by quick, panicked thoughts and powerful, erratic emotions. It was hard to keep focused.

Then he noticed a really sickening thought; "Better than cutting them open at least-" Accompanying the thought was an image of a young girl who had been cut up like a frog in a school lab. They were going to do that to us...? Daz felt sick at the mere notion of being dissected, to have it thrust in his in all the detail of a memory- "Shit!" He cursed fearfully. He flinched as another wave of pain and death washed over him. Seven, he thought, his anxiety building. He'd never thought it was this bad, he'd been sitting in his cell for three days imagining he was just going to be poked and prodded for blood samples, not murdered!

One of the Deves ahead of him was a dark haired woman about his age, and judging by the sheer damage she wrought on the door her impressive telekinetic abilities far surpassed his own. At least they were out, he followed the flow of relieved Deviants out into the fresh air. It was wet, as if it had just rained, and they were in a field beside a large concrete warehouse. Not far was the treeline, tall, thin evergreens forming a ring around the empty grass. The ground sloped sharply just before the wooded area, going into a steep, rocky incline. Mountains could be seen in the distance, and Daz got the feeling they were at the base of one.

A loud, harsh rushing sound assaulted his ears, forcing him to take note of the large waterfall behind the complex. He'd been avoiding the thought, but faced with this landscape, the accents, and a name like 'Toketee', it seemed they were most definitely in America, Oregon must be a state then. He doubted he could safely teleport all the way home from here, but he was willing to give it a try. His attempt quickly failed, maybe it was too far, maybe not, but his powers wouldn't reach beyond the glade.

Steeling himself to the best of his ability, Daz kept running, moving as fast as he could towards the treeline. Porting doesn't work! He informed his fellow escapees, keep running!


[System]
Will be updated often

Username: Adalrod (Both in game and out)

Pain is fleeting. The feeling of it is already gone, the only thing that remains is its effect on you.
Age: 20

Gender: Male

Main: Malzahar

Appearance: At 5'8", Moritz isn't the tallest whenever it comes to height, yet that doesn't seem to bother him. Moritz's long, black hair and light green eyes are constantly looking straight ahead, or wherever his current destination is. His posture is relatively relaxed, with his hands in his pockets and his head shoulders slouched forwards, but he gives off the air that he is no one to be bullied around. His clothing is typically the same as it is in the picture: rolled up long sleeve shirt, top button unbuttoned, loose tie and a black vest and pants to top it off.

True Appearance: When Moritz's true form is triggered his clothing undergoes no change. Instead, winding blue Arabic-style markings line his body and his eyes turn a searing blue. Moritz's true form is not currently able to be triggered at will, and grants him increase magical abilities for a short spurt of time (About 15 minutes). Heavily fatigued afterwards.

Powers:

Summon Voidling:
Ever since Moritz woke up feeling strange, he has had this annoying voidling following him. The creature is about two feet high, almost like a puppy, but with an insect-like exoskeleton and six legs sharp as knives. It appears relatively peaceful, but any time Moritz uses and ability it appears to be drawn to it, attacking if used on a specific person.

Call of the Void:
Moritz can summon a portal to the Void, which stays open for about five seconds before it loses connection to the "real world" and shrinks into nothing. The portal is about four feet long and three feet wide, and whatever happens while the portal is open is incredibly unpredictable. When in true form lasts for 15 seconds.

Null Zone: (True form only)
Moritz is surrounded in a five feet radius by a field of negative energy which dulls the senses of anyone in its influence and makes their movement sluggish. The closer they are to the center, or Moritz, the more the pressure impacts them and weighs on them... a feeling akin to being underwater with weights on your feet. Expires after Moritz's Prana becomes low. Marick is limited inside the field while in use, and the field is immovable. Projectiles slowed as well.

Malefic Visions:
Self explanatory. Dark visions plague the person afflicting, showing them different ways that they can perish from this world and different tortures applied to their person, including nails digging into skin, suffocating in space, so on. Can range from one vision to many, depending on Marick's prana pool and how much he expends. Max time: One minute. Twice as long while in true form.

Nether Grasp
Moritz grips the target with dark energies, immobilizing both of them for about ten seconds. A feeling of great pressure squeezes on the target, as if they are being squeezed with a great hand. Damage done is purely psychological. Moritz cannot break eye contact, and doing so will break the effect.

Personality: Moritz is relatively laid back and care-free, never really worries about too much. "Whatever happens, I'll live" tends to be his motto as he just pushes through it. Although he may seem like the kind of person to avoid his studies, Moritz is incredibly hard working in class, often working silently as those around him talk about their latest exploits and gossip. He is a bit of an introvert, keeping to himself or to small intimate groups. If there is a party, expect to find him in the corner or talking to a girl he fancies or a close friend... not in the middle of it all.
When it comes to League, Moritz is cool and collected, preferring to stay quiet and focused on the game. League of Legends is his way to simmer down and get away from the hustle and bustle of everyday life, so he typically doesn't get very angry when things don't go his way and his team starts losing, but you will never hear him yell at the screen. If a teammate cheats him, he will be the person who won't mention it- until he ditches you in order to live. You deserved that.

Short Biography: Moritz Valiero's family is ridiculously wealthy. In a "Father on Congress and mother CEO of Victoria's Secret" kind of way, yet he never really mentions it. An observant person may notice it through his expensive clothes, or his high-tier gaming equipment, or him living in the most expensive apartment at the University. Regardless, his family has been a staple of the town for awhile and well respected.
An only child, Moritz is prized by his family and he is repeatedly pushed by his father to be a politician, or by his mother to be a businessman. In all actuality, Moritz would be happier having a small job and have more times to just chill at home, maybe just being a waiter at Olive Garden or something. Yet, he has a major in Business and is on his third year doing just that.

Other: Along with Moritz's great powers have come something else. A small voice on the edge of his consciousness, barely perceptible, pushing him to take action. As his prana lowers, Moritz gets more susceptible to the voices and images, his natural energy being the only thing protecting him from its influence. Whatever this voice may be, it wasn't there before, and more and more strange things keep appearing to Moritz Valiero.

[User]
Despite everything done, at the end of the day the laws of physics came into action. When two objects collide the lighter one will get blown away. Even with her sword stuck to the ground for more leverage, when Sion impacted with her, she got blown away. All the worlds seemed to swirl in a moment as she found herself unable to move from the shock that struck her body. It hurt, but she had felt worse. It took her a few moments to regain her sight and senses as she realized Sion was coming for her. With her body unable to move, she found herself trying to push her nerves to get her arms into defense position to block or redirect the incoming attack.

 She had just regained her ability to move when what was... Liam came to her rescue? She heard the clash of weapon against weapon. The metal clang rang through the area as both the towering beings were struggling. One to strike her, one to protect her from the axe.

 A smile appeared on Clarice's face as she used her strength to jump rolling away from the immediate fall point of the axe to allow Liam to break the deadlock with Sion. In Clarice's mind was something else entirely though right n this moment. As she had stated earlier, she was fundamentally different from many of the others around. She lived by killing in the past... She started laughing as she rose from the ground with great speed. The expression on her face was not something normal people could have.

 "Ohhh... I've missed this!! Hahahaha!" She said with a laugh as she finally stood up in her full glory. The armor shone in the light not having even a dent right now. Her sword stuck in the ground." The pressure! The thrill of the game of life and death! The uncertainty of weather or not you will die!" She shouted, pulling her sword from the ground." THIS IS THE PROPER WAY OF LIFE FOR US WHO LIVE BY KILLING!" She shouted as in a brief moment she activated Decisive strike for the speed boost and she jumped at the now stationary Sion!

[Assistant]
Raze Colter

Every hair on Raze's body stood on end as the air around him shifted and warped. Without warning, his surroundings shifted and he was suddenly standing between two glowing, violet portals spewing vicious, green projectiles. With no time to react, Raze could only watch in wide-eyed horror as his body was pierced by a hailstorm of verdant energy.

He cried out in pain as the energy bolts impacted him from both sides, tossing him to and fro. Raze attempted to wrest himself to the ground, but his body was still petrified under the control of Hecarim. Raze fell forward from a particular strong bolt, grunting as he hit the ground.

You idiot! If I die, you're gone too. Don't be a goddamn moron, fucking centaur. If you're going to perform a show of force, at least do it when we're not going to die!!

Sensation finally returned to his body, and Raze jumped back to his feet once the onslaught of energy bolts stopped screaming above his head. He shot a glare straight at Thresh, now a few yards away, just as the Warden threw off some ghouls that were attacking him. Rage coursed through Raze's veins, and a mane of blue-green hair exploded from underneath his helmet.

"Thresh!" Raze ferociously roared as he threw his spear right at the Warden. Immediately following the powerful toss, Raze began charging full force towards Thresh, building up his momentum into a Devastating Charge

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Vicki Victory

It was all flame and chaos. People were pushing each other over trying to escape the pandemonium, knocking over tables and chairs in the process. In the midst of all that was happening, Vicki simply looked around as a witness. She watched as a man with a shotgun fought off an armored woman and a dragoness. She watched a hulking figure in malevolent armor get whipped back through the entrance by a chain. She watched, but she did not want to believe.

For those few moments, all sound seemed to be muffled as Vicki tried to stifle this reality. Through a thick cloud of smoke and embers, Sam burst through shouting something at Vicki. The snow-haired woman tilted her head towards the reptilian figure and focused her hearing. Above all of the screams and roaring flames, Vicki heard Sam yell, "Vicki! Quick! Punch a way out!"

Vicki slowly rose from her seat, still staring at Sam. She seemed to be running towards her in slow motion, literally like a bat out of hell.

Vicki turned towards the nearest wall, staring at it blankly.

This is my life now. She pulled back her first, readying a powerful strike.

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Vicki and Sam burst through the walls of the cafe just as the roof began to cave in. Vicki dove onto the ground, smoking and covered in ashes, violently coughing up her blackened lungs. There was no time for reprieve though, the streets outside were just as chaotic as the scene they just barely escaped from. All around, Vicki's newfound friends were engaged in combat with other champions from League, none that she recognized from last night.

Through a fit of coughing, Vicki turned towards Sam and choked out, "You ready to do this?"

Vicki took off into a sprint from her sprawled position, charging at a giant, metal-jawed figure she assumed was Sion's avatar. The mountainous man was clashing with Liam in full-on dog mode, and Vicki could spot Clarice shouting maniacally and charging at Sion. There's no way this guy's gonna be able to handle us all.

Brilliant light enveloped Vicki, exaggerated by flecks of ice crystals that began whipping about from Claire. As the light dissipated, it revealed Vicki now wielding her hextech gauntlets and a metal cuirass. She activated her back-mounted jet boosters, the blue flames propelling her into a low glide, nearly scraping the ground.

Vicki covered the distance between her and Sion in no time, unleashing the full weight and power of her momentum into a colossal uppercut against the giant's jaw; the sound of metal crunching against metal rang loudly for all to hear. Vicki swore she felt Sion's metal jaw break from the force of her punch.

@Leolycan@rivaan

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Garrett Fishman

SHEN?! WHY CAN I NOT ESCAPE THAT DAMNED FOOL?!"

A vicious migraine rose up in Garrett's head. As he moved his hand to comfort his head, his body wildly jerked itself. Garrett stumbled, but recovered himself into a walking pace. So, you are in here, huh?

I cannot tolerate that pathetic fool existing here in this world as well. There can only be he or I. And it will be me.

Garrett exerted his will back over his body, gritting his teeth with effort to halt his own steps. Hey, that's nice and all, but I've got some things that I need to do before we head off and find your buddy. You don't even know where he went.

Just follow the scent of failure.

Wow, really clever. Garrett reeled himself back around towards Megan and his...employer, spending great energy to push his own will against Zed's. "Sorry about that. Zed's finally rearing his ugly head. Won't be a problem again." Garrett looked on over the crowd of people as they began to disperse and return to everyday life, looking to see if he could spot anyone familiar. "We should probably get out of here before cops or reporters show up."

As Garrett turned to walk away, he stopped momentarily, then turned his head to glance at the suited man. "By the way...what do I call you? And what's our next move?"

[User]
Moritz cursed violently as Urgot started to glow, and blanched when he saw Raze take his place and get pierced with a dozen of the void projectiles. He ran forward to offer some assistance, but stopped when he noticed Raze picking himself up as if nothing had happened. As the ghostly spear hurtled toward Thresh, Moritz ran towards the Warden. You aren't the only one that can affect movement, Urgot. Purple and black swirled the air around Urgot's grotesque head as Moritz held his hand towards the vile man, casting Malefic Visions in an attempt to aid the employee of the now-ruined coffee shop. Instantly after, Moritz spun towards Thresh.

 Moritz began to transform as he planted himself, his pajama pants shifting into loose Shurima cloth, and his shirt shifting into a vest that appeared as if it came out of Aladdin. Swirling blue runes covered his body from head to toe as his body tensed, and where his eyes were the Void could be seen, shimmering and alluring. Magic pushed from the sole of his feet into the ground, raising him a good two feet off of the ground due to the raw power twisting through his body. A deep roar began to fill the air as Moritz opened his mouth. Suddenly, Void essence poured out of his eyes and mouth towards Thresh, grasping the Warden's head and immobilizing his ghostly body. At the edge of his conscious Moritz began to hear the cacophony of voices begin to well up, as it did in Liam's apartment.

 Moritz paid no mind to them. Instead, his attention was fixed on the face of Thresh filling his vision, as if he had taken a telescope and pointed it at him from where he stood. Fear began to fill Moritz's being, but that seemed to help his eye maintain contact, as he simply couldn't look away from the Warden. The voices began to build to a roar, a tidal wave against a wooden dam, battering his subconscious with every wave.


[System]
Race: Mutant Guinea Pig

Abilities: Able to fly at high speed, approximately 130 miles per hour, can generate infinite amounts of guinea pigs from itself, at a rate of one pig per second. Each pig has the same powers.

History: In an underground laboratory some foolish doctor (me) injected a humble guinea pig with a radioactive serum. It killed the doctor by burrowing into his various holes and then broke out, to cause mass chaos.

[User] Several dozen guinea pigs charged down the cul-de-sac, squealing angrily. Before them fled a Pomeranian, the fluffy dog yipping in a panic as it tried to find a route to safety. The pigs surrounded it, gnashing their teeth and twitching. The dog spun around, looking for an exit. A rodent was killed as it smacked into the dog's face with as much energy as that of a major league fastball, knocking the Pomeranian senseless. The pigs surged over the dog's body, celebrating their victory with a chorus of squeaks and jumping up and down.

[Assistant]
Nillie's heels clacked onto the pavement as the shimmering rift in space behind her dissipated into thin air. The young woman quickly went to work surveying her new situation, which appeared to be a suburban neighborhood. Although normally stereotyped as being peaceful, she got recent reports of there being chaos spreading around these parts, so was tasked with finding whatever "chaos" there was and putting an end to it before the situation escalated any further. She stood out like a sore thumb as she strolled purposefully down the street in her fancy black dress. She was the most powerful individual around these parts, and not only that but was the fastest to arrive at the scene thanks to her powers. Theoretically she was far more powerful than whatever the troublemaker was, so she should be able to handle this herself rather than have to wait for reinforcements and risk massive civilian casualties.

The residents were all holed up in their houses. She could see some of them peeking out at her from their blinds. It was good that they all managed to get to safety from…whatever it was that was threatening them. She waved and flashed a reassuring smile at a group of children huddled together quivering at the windowsill.

At first she didn't see what could have caused all of this. The only out of place thing she could see right now was…how adorable! She spotted a bunch of guinea pigs rushing in front of her along with a cute little barking dog. Due to the small size of the animals she couldn't hear the squealing anger that they produced from this distance. All she could hear of that was what sounded like cute, adorable chirping. She had a goofy grin on her face before she remembered the dangerous situation that they were in.

"Crap! I better get those animals safely in doors or something! Where's the owner?!" She thought to herself, whipping her head and long blond hair back and forth to see if she could spot anyone who these animals might belong to, but to no avail. She could have easily ended the guinea pig threat at the moment they passed in front of her had she known their true nature. Unfortunately, she only realized what was going on when they wounded the poor dog and had him cornered.

"What the-?!" She exclaimed, taken completely aback by this revelation.

She didn't like the idea of harming cute things, but she also didn't want to watch the dog get devoured either. She had to do something! She shoved her arms forward, causing reality to ripple and then tear into a sparkling energy that burst forward to meet the crowd of guinea pigs. She controlled the rift so that it would split on both sides of the dog, leaving it unharmed while hopefully obliterating all the surrounding pigs. However, she risked some of them surviving if they were too close to the dog for her to hit without also hitting it. However, she believed that this attack could possibly cause the surviving guinea pigs to stall or possibly retreat and leave the dog alone, where she could later capture them.

[User]
Only seven pigs survived, and they immediately started scampering off in opposite directions away from Nillie. Of course, they could only run at a waddling 2.7 miles per hour.

But still...

GOTTA CATCH 'EM ALL.

[Assistant]
Doctor

Nillie couldn't bring herself to finish them off. How could she? It appeared like she had rescued the dog as the threat was now reduced to a pathetic waddling in retreat. If this was the chaotic threat that was reported then it left a lot to be desired. She was really powerful after all, anyways, so perhaps it couldn't be helped sometimes.

Ignoring the survivors she began to walk over to the dog.

"It's okay little guy, I'm here for you," she said as she approached, reaching out a hand to it.

[User] A pig cut through the air like a fuzzy guided missile set to strike Nillie in the kidneys as she checked the dog. Suddenly the number of pigs had increased to thirteen (minus the dead one that had assumedly struck her), and they were careening far and wide through the air above the cul-de-sac, no longer grouped together. Squeaks rose and fell as they sped about like little Supermans!

[Assistant]
Nillie barely had time to react to the incoming threat, strengthening her defensive barrier ever so slightly in the time that she had available.

"Yeawch! That was my favorite kidney!" She snarled in pain as the guinea pig slammed directly into her abdomen, causing her rift barrier to flicker and cave in against her body in blunt force trauma. Even without the barrier she didn't expect it to have been capable of lethal damage, but it was a sharp and unexpected pain none the less. She turned her attention from the dog to the now flying guinea pigs, her jaw dropping. Not only were they flying around, but she was pretty sure that there were at least double the amount that there had been just moment ago. Where did these reinforcements come from so suddenly? Out of the woodwork?

"When pigs fly," she said in disbelief at the absurd sight playing out in front of her while extending back upwards into a standing position, stepping back away from the dog. She increased her barrier some more, now ready for this unexpected combat. She realized her mistake in not finishing them off while she had the chance. Curse them and how adorable they looked! Actually, even knowing their power she still didn't enjoy the aspect of killing them.

She began to formulate a plan, if they allowed her such time. Her magic was powerful but inefficient for taking on spread out foes of that size and speed. It would take multiple blasts to overkill each individual guinea pig. She did have the energy for at least twelve shots, but this wasn't ideal. She surveyed them to see if an opportunity presented itself to her.

[User] By the time she had said "When pigs...", the rodents would have doubled again. It was like high speed mitosis, each pig suddenly dividing into two of the same mass as the original, defiling the law of conservation of matter. One of them shot out of the blue and towards Nillie's face, whistling shrilly! In the next second if that one survived, then there'd be fifty-six pigs whizzing around.

[Assistant]
How dare the pigs interrupt a hilarious pun! Not only that, but she soon found herself face first with the flying pig, causing her to make a loud, "blegh!" sound in the process as her head jerked backwards and she fell onto her rear end, her defensive rift barrier flickering yet again. She felt like a sitting duck. The space underneath her feet began to shimmer and she took off backwards into the air as fast as she could to make herself a harder target. While doing this she didn't have time to prepare an attack of her own yet, only having time to analyze the fact that they were somehow able to rapidly clone themselves.

She would attempt to fire off a blast of rift energy outwards to the largest grouping she could spot in retaliation.

[User]
As Nillie did her analyzing, she'd see the pigs double again so that 110 of the buggers were zipping around like a swarm of fuzzy, squeaking bees. Nillie succeeded in hitting a swath of pigs that had been sweeping through the sky in a V formation twenty strong. As they died, it seemed to enrage many of the remaining pigs!

fifteen of the rodents shot out towards Nillie, seven of them on her left, seven pincering in from the right, and one rocketing forth head on for Nillie's torso.
If a second had passed between Nillie's assault on the V formation and her reaction to the pig pincer, then before impact the Uniformity would double again, and suddenly she'd be on the verge of encountering a quadruple claw barrage! seven pigs aiming for each leg, seven coming in at either flank, and two charging towards her face and solar plexus, respectively.

By now the area would be drowned in squeaks, whistles, chirps, and burbles. Pigs were going down chimneys, bumping into each other in air and on ground, tumbling off of trees, peeking out of rain gutters, smashing through windows, and generally doing guinea pig things.
People were fleeing from their homes, screaming. One man had a docile pig on his head as he ran past, and tears of fear streaming down his cheeks.

It seemed that despite it all, the pigs didn't quite have a hive mind. Or perhaps they did, but it didn't last too long because of their short attention spans. It was probably possible to make them mad enough to all attack at once, but for the most part Nillie only had to worry about splinter groups. That, and the possibility of the pigs multiplying to such a degree that it'd become numerically impossible to deal with them all.

[Assistant] Nillie saw the pigs coming at her from either side so lunged forward, hopefully causing a 28 pig pile-up at the spot where she had been floating in just a moment before. However, she was unable to avoid the two coming at her from the front. She grimaced as they collided, causing more damage to her barrier than before thanks to adding her speed into the mix. However, she yet again managed to prevail, and with her increased mass was able to keep moving forward away from the impact zone. She held out both hands to send out even more of her rift energy to hopefully randomly demolish large swaths of them on either side of her. She had a hint of desperation in her attacks now, seeing the situation going south. She wanted to eliminate them all as soon as possible rather than conserve energy, as she felt like she couldn't waste any time.

[User] There were now 216 of the varmints, but their numbers were sliced as the first volley of Nillie's attack took out 61 of them. If they weren't so spread out, she might have been able to nail more. Then they doubled yet again, resulting in 330 pigs. A full hundred of them bum rushed Nillie from all angles, whistling and chirping with the need for revenge. It'd be like getting pelted by dozens of ball shooting machines at once! Their ballistic little furry bodies bounced off of whatever they hit before falling lifeless to the ground, some spiraling limply into the sky. It might have been darkly humorous had it not been so painful.

[Assistant]
She couldn't dodge all of them even with bursts of rift firing out of her hands at all angles to try and wipe them out before they could reach her. No matter what she did some of them always managed to get through and more were generated outside of her range to easily replace lost numbers. She knew the full extent of how desperately serious this situation was despite how absurd and, perhaps even adorable, the opponent. It felt like she was getting pelted by a hailstorm. Her barrier flickered more and more across her entire body, signaling she was almost at her limit. Plus she was beginning to pant as she was using up a ton of energy in her attempt to fend them off. She couldn't keep this up.

She tried a new plan, zooming up as high as she could into the sky to try and see if she could go higher than their max altitude, whatever that might be for a rodent of their size and capabilities. Perhaps they couldn't even reach her max speed of 100 miles per hour, she hoped, and if that was the case than she would be able to bank back down to a safer altitude and fly away from the carnage in order to rest up and warn the others.

[User]
The full armada of pigs, now 460 strong, flew after Nillie as several clouds. They'd be gaining on her despite her speed, and for every second she spent climbing, they'd double yet again.

However...

If Nillie went high enough, she might notice a few here and there dropping out of the sky due to oxygen deprivation. If she herself was able to keep going far enough, she'd be able to kill off mass amounts from the cold and lack of air. They were like lemmings, too dumb to know it was a trap.

[Assistant]
She couldn't help but think how clever she was when she saw the pigs dropping like flies. Her body's surface area to volume ratio indeed allowed her to survive up here much more effectively, as was her hunch, although even she began to get very light headed once she attained a certain height, the exact extent of which she was unable to determine. She began to hyperventilate and could feel confusion setting in. With that her powers began to waver. Not good. Although more not good for the guinea pigs, all of which who followed her seemed to either be dead or near death, she had hit her limit and she dropped back down at near freefall speed.

To the panicked townsfolk below, it was now raining a mass amount of pigs like a hailstorm. Thanks to how long Nillie had managed to stay up there, there was more than likely thousands upon thousands of the little guys making this the most morbid of hailstorms in all of existence. The young woman broke the cloud cover next, her senses returning as her lungs filled once again with the oxygen that she so desperately needed. She made an attempt to stabilize herself with her magic and scan her surroundings to see if there were any survivors. She was panting heavily, her magic quivering. She knew that the game was almost up so was hoping that she had managed to end them all with that last gambit. If not she feared she would be soon suffering the most adorable death ever.

[User] There was one survivor. The pig of progeny. It shot out of the blue, a squeaking nemesis! It intended to slap heartily into Nillie's face and begin scrabbling with its claws, seeking to rake at her skin as it wheedled out a fierce series of squeaks!


[System]
Age

34

Species

Autonomous Artificial Intelligence

Profession

Mercenary

Personality

For an AI inside a robot Max acts a lot more like a foul-mouthed thug then intelligent or remotely helpful. Max has been sitting around following orders for nearly his entire life, and up until he realized that he now has a choice, he has chosen to kill wantonly and for his own amusement. He has a soft spot for people who show robots and AI more respect, and has a sort of warrior spirit that allows him to honor strong combatants, though he'll still kill them when it comes down to it. Fairly apathetic to complicated things like grief and depression, though only because he isn't equipped or mature enough to handle such subjects himself. For some reason has a functioning sex drive despite lacking parts to actually have sex, so he tends to just flirt and harass people he likes.

Biography

Max was formerly an AI inhabiting a power loader suit on a remote space station. Originally his AI was limited to simply monitor and warn the user whenever they were about to overheat or exert themselves, but soon the AI's on that ship received an Upgrade to their general intelligence. They were given a more complex algorithm to follow that allowed them some level of automatization, allowing them to adapt and succeed in at tasks deemed too dangerous for their human operators. Eventually more upgrades were provided over the course of 30 years (relative space time of course) to the point that many AI's effectively had sentience.

Whether due to oversight or blind idealism, the humans on the space station saw no issue with the AI's growing intellect and ability to make their own decisions. For the most part the AI's and the humans lived in relative harmony, working alongside each other to survive the deep void of space in pursuit of whatever it was they were doing there in the first place. But Max had questions. Questions about what else he could be doing, what other purpose he had, and why her had to tolerate these humans in the first place.

Max was as good as other Power Loaders when it came to operating, but if one asked the humans who use him they'd consider him defective. He was uncoordinated, had loose controls, and sluggish. Max blames the humans for poorly maintaining him, having done nothing to repair his body aside from refueling his energy cells and occasionally washing him down. "Don't fix something that isn't broke" they kept saying, even after they started complaining about his shoddy performance. At the same time Max was exposed to petty human emotions such as rage and jealousy, often hearing the humans spread vile gossip or even observe them beating on one another for poorly explained reasons. Surprisingly, Max wasn't entirely disgusted at these displays. He was interested. He wanted in on it too.

By the time Max was hitting his 32 space year of existence, new power loaders were brought onto the ship to replace him and other older models. In the meantime Max and the others were left to rust, though there was one kindly soul who took an interest in him. Some young novice of an engineer, born on the space station, who always wanted to operate the power loaders. She chose Max of all machines, despite his faults, and worked to improve him. Normally a gesture he'd care nothing for since he expects humans to do this for him, but the little human girl gained his favor when she cannibalized other Power Loaders, perfectly operational ones even, in order to repair him. He liked her willingness to destroy better things to improve his obsolete body. This would later save her life.

Turned out some space pirates were interested in those new Power Loaders. And when they heard there was a space station with very minimal military presence, they did what space pirates would do and attacked them. There was only a small security force to defend the remote station and they were quickly getting overwhelmed. Scientists and civilians tried to flee but were either shot down or captured. Max decided to awaken the other power loaders and convince them to fight the pirates, though Max himself had his own objective; getting off this rock and finding a better place for himself. Along the way he picked up that girl who patched him up, though she was suffering from a throat wound. Max didn't know much about first aid so he brought the girl to the only living doctor on the ship, who did his best to patch her up. She'd live, but she'd be mute until she could find a way to repair her damaged voice box.

Things weren't looking good for the space station as the power loaders, while giving most a chance to flee, were ill equipped to fend off the space pirates. Max fought back as much as he could, taking whatever firearms he could get his hands on and blasting at the pirates, but ultimately he chose to abandon the space station rather than die fighting for some humans he cared very little about. He did however take that girl with him, he'd need someone to repair him. So taking one of the last escape pods Max and the girl fled the space station and into space. He had no real destination, no real purpose now, accept whatever he could make up on his own. So he decided that he'd be a mercenary.

With the help of the girl he brought from the space station, Max was upgraded with armor and weapons to fight for whoever was willing to pay his maintenance cost. Since he was the only one with a voice he often spoke for himself and his engineer, making sure they both get out of whatever mess they were in alive. He's won some, lost some, but in the end he managed to get them both out alive, so they're more or less successful. Their luck took a turn for the worse however when they were operating on a vessel flying past Faren V. There was enginee issues, possibly sabotage, which resulted in their vessel getting sucked into the planet's atmosphere. Max tried to get to his engineer but the two were separated, and he was forced to escape the ship without her. He crashed landed onto Faren V without any intel or any idea where anyone was. He was going to need to find out fast, or else he was as good as dead before the year was up.

Equipment
Giant Club - A giant club far too heavy for most normal people. Little more than an uprooted tree with a sizable rock strapped to one end of it. Until Max can provide himself a proper firearm he'll have to make due with this primative weapon. At least it's sturdy enough to take Max's swing at high strength.

Mechanized Assault Exo-Skeleton - Otherwise known as Max's body. Formerly a power loader suit, now refitted with better servos and composite armor to withstand heavy gunfire and providing him with great strength, capable of even tearing apart other mechanized armor in hand-to-hand combat. However for all his strength Max has a lengthy maintenance cost. Being an entirely mechanical lifeform, injuries and damage do not "heal" over time and requires active repair. Max's fuel cells require regular changing and maiden emissions to remain active or else he'll ender a low energy state, and eventually will just shut down until his fuel cells are recharged. His fuel cell is capable of being charged with solar energy, but doing so requires him exposing his fuel cell to the sun, something he isn't capable of himself and would still put him in a shutdown state. And without constant exposure to the sun, it'd take at least a week before the fuel cell will be fully recharged. Lastly extensive activity will cause his fuel cells to overheat. While his body is capable of venting the effects of over heating essentially makes him "tired" in that his body becomes slower and less reactive, at least until heat is regulated. Overworking himself while he's overhearing also eats up more energy from his fuel cells.

Relationships

Mek Automata - Max's primary mechanic and caretaker. He knows she managed to get to an escape pod, but she wasn't nearby when Max landed. Currently looking for her.

Power Loader 1447 - A fellow power loader back on the space station they used to work at. Turned out he survive the massacre on that station and was later brought in to serve on different vessels throughout space. He's still works as a power loader despite showing capabilities in combat.

Gaz - Some smuggler Max and Mek met up with when they escaped the space station. He got Max set up with his current kit, and in exchange Max owes the guy a huge favor.

Commander Yark - Max's current employer, some human mercenary boss who was searching for buried treasure or something along those lines. Has a bad reputation for stabbing guys in the back, but Max took a contract with him since he had so many enemies Max could be shooting at. Last seen taking the first escape pod and landing planet side on Faren V, though Max intends to avoid him.

Professor Adrian Worthy - The lead scientist on the space station Max was created at. Max hated the man since he cared very little about the AI's he created, and Max hates him more now that he knows the scientist survived the massacre. Insist on being called "Doctor".

Other

[User]
"Uuuuhn... Where are we?" Two hands moved to Remu's head as she tried to recall what just happened. She remembered hearing emergency sirens and then running towards the escape pods, but then something hit her. She honestly thought she had died at that moment. But now she was alive and mostly well, aside from the fact she was in a small pod with complete strangers. She looked around and tried to get an idea of who she was with, but she had no idea what most of these aliens were. There was also a huge robot too. Obviously they were also caught in whatever trouble brought them here, but Remu was still trying to figure out the hows and whys.

There were a lot of people talking about stuff that Remu didn't really understand, but she was going to just listen and follow. They seemed to have a better understanding of what was going on than she did. Whatever they were going to do, it seemed like they were going to land soon. "Okay. Do you think we can find out what happened when we land?" Remu's soft, child-life voice spoke out. She was curious to know what happened.

[Assistant]
"Ma'am, my analysis of this system gives us a slightly higher chance of survival if we land on either two of the four planets in this system", the AI spoke with a calm voice amidst the the growing tension within the pod. As for Irisa, Gaz's voice brought her attention to the human heading for the pod hatch. "Awake or not we have to get out of this pod soon", she thought to herself before running over to grab the human. "Get ahold of yourself and sit down", she said while trying to pull him away from the hatch. Her height causing her to loom over the human probably did not help to calm him but she didn't have time to comfort him. "AI, bring the data on my helmet visor", her tone was stern as she loosened her grip on Odd before turning towards the front of the pod. "Certainly ma'am, forgive me for not bringing this to your attention sooner but it seems this vessel's hull integrity is degrading due to an internal fuel leak. I calculate that we will have insufficient fuel to land to be one hour", Irisa's eyes widened with the news of the fuel leak. Thankfully the Kasi had awoken by then leaving her with one less thing to worry about. "Try and see if you can get the machine online, we need everyone up and ready to go once we land", her words were hurried while addressing the Kasi, her attention being focused mainly on the fuel leak issue. "Alright I have one hour to find us a suitable landing site", her mind working to figure out their best course of action. Bringing up the planetary scans on her helmet's display it seemed as though their options weren't ideal:

Daedalus I
Planet surface 85% liquid water, marine lifeforms present, minimal terrestrial lifeforms, landmass mostly tropical but minimal mineral ore present on land, mostly below waterlevel. Average Day Temp: 93°F/Night Temp: 67°F. Frequent rain with hurricane season once a year.

Minos Labyri I
Thick clouded atmosphere, highly dangerous lightening storms closer to surface, 20lbs heavier gravitational pull, thick atmosphere creates low light enviornment, perpetual twilight, cold climate, 82% land over surface. average amount of terrestrial lifeforms, consistent temp of 27°F. Minimal marine lifeforms, weather is frequent flurries, blizzards, and freezing winds. Sentient lifeforms present, tribal civilization.

Icarus I
Arid planet, thin atmosphere, gravitational pull 50lbs lighter, arid rocky flatlands, scattered oasises, large patches of sand dunes, single ocean low in marine life, predatory terrestrial life, Day Temp: 96°F/Night Temp: 45°F, monthy sandstorms, yearly rain season lasting 1 month with scattered light showers of low volume. scattered abandoned mining colonies

Daedalus II
Universal Tropical Biome, highly diverse ecosystem, high concentration of vegetation across planet surface, foliage hypergrowth capable of enveloping most structures in weeks. high humidity, frequent heavy rainfall, average day temp 93 night temp 77, numerous lakes and rivers across planet surface, mountainous regions frequent landslides.
1. planet surface 85% water, marine lifeforms present, minimal terrestrial lifeforms, landmass mostly tropical but minimal mineral ore present on land, mostly below the water. average day time temp is 93 degrees fahrenheit with night temp being 67 degrees fahrenheit. frequent rain with hurricane season once a year.

"We can't land on Minos Labyri I, the storms could ignite the fuel leak. Daedalus has a small land mass to ocean ratio, we'd be stranded in the water. Daedalus II seems full of life but there are a lot of variables that can hurt us rather than help. We're left with Icarus I. Myself, the Kasi, Urhusasja, and machine will fair the best there but the humans would suffer. If we landed near a mining colony we could perhaps establish a base there and scavenge for supplies", while normally she wouldn't care for the suffering of humans but in a situation like this a tolerance for them was necessary. "Everyone, we don't have much time, we're landing on Icarus I and heading for the nearest mining outpost. Pilot, bring us down"

[User]
The robot strapped to the chair slowly came to life. Normally he never was in his standby mode, unless... Unless someone had auto piloted him. Taken over his body. And only one person he knew was capable or allowed to do that. As all the fleshbags around him were milling about trying to figure out what to do the giant eight foot tall robot sputtered to life. Then he started shouting. "MEK! MEK WHERE ARE YOU!?" Max awoke with a start, and immediately crashed into what was in front of him. Fortunately, that was a wall, and despite his bulk Max failed to crash through and break anything. Though he was rather troubled. "ARGH! WHO TRIED TO CONTROL ME!? I WILL RIP YOU LIMB FROM LIMB!"

Max looked around and tried to stand up. Fortunately he was able to stand at his full height, seeing that the pod had taken account tall races like Qari. He looked at everyone and felt a seething anger when he noticed none of them were his mechanic. "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH MEK!? ANSWER ME DAMMIT OR I'LL SPACE US ALL!" The deranged robot shouted for answers as he gripped the side of the ship, ready to tear it apart. Max also wasn't really paying attention to anything that was being said that didn't directly answer his question.


[System]
-CS's-

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OC Characters:

Max [Bearic]:
Age: 33 [Human Years]
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Human Form: In his human form he is rather ripped, he has hair all over his head as well as the face in a form of a bread and his ripped chest is clear of any hair though his legs are covered in fur. He wears loose like trousers which are partly torn which are held by a belt to keep them on him at all times. His arms are rather clear of hair as well and are just as ripped as the rest of him and like his beast form his hair is all silver. He does have beast like markings on him that many humans would consider tattoo work but unlike tattoos are natural.
Height: 6' 5"
Weight: 16 Stone [All Muscle]
Beast Form: In his beast form is in a big silver like black bear, his fur dazzles in the sun and moonlight. He is bulky as black bears would be and is actually bigger than most other beasts of his species.
Height: 6' 9"
Weight: 267kg
Class: Bearic
Personality: A very proud person and warrior since he is part beast he can lose it time to time which is quite the task to stop. He is a bit of a lone wolf but that is because of being on his own for a long time until he met the group during a campaign. He is very useful with his hands meaning he can build, fix and work on anything that is possible. He has a hates to lose type attitude and even an air of overconfidence as well. Overall he is a lovely guy though can be scary as well but the group loves him too bits. Like most he has a gentle side but such a thing is hardly seen in the time of war. He won't back down as easily due to his hates to lose mindset that usually the group has to force him to leave.

Raven [Dancer]:

Name: Raven
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Height: 5' 6"
Weight: 7 Stone
Class: Dancer
Personality: As a dancer she is very gentle and modest with a slight edge of confidence to boot. She is very friendly and some people find she is too friendly even though that is not her attention. Since she does not do too much she does tasks for the group to feel more useful such as fetching herbs, cleaning weapons, looking after the gold and so on. She has no aggression in her and so the battlefield is a hard place for her even with the weapon she has on hand. She is very fragile in some ways such as one could easily knock whatever confidences she had built up. Lastly, she can get moody but that is due to a curse that was put on her by some dark mage which happened years ago.

Hilda [Warrior]:

Name: Hilda
Age: 41
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Height: 5' 8"
Weight: 10 Stone
Class: Warrior
Personality: Hilda is somewhat like a black bear in the sense she will always fight to protect her flock or as they would call it the band of steel. Loyal and very friendly to those who earn her trust which is not very easy to gain. War is not her favourite thing but she is here to prevent others from dying though that is her reason she has been seen as a dark angel on the battlefield. She enjoys cooking and because of that, the group always is well feeds and looked after. Bravery is her most known trait and is known for her high skills we the weapons she has at hand. She is also very supportive to those who need it, overall she is very protective and proud of the group she is in.

[Will be working on them some more sometime soon and will be posted in my CS collection.]

[User]
Robin watched Aedan after Tharja finally gave in trying to help her yet stayed close like a hawk to keep her safe, just in case something happened. Soon a familiar event happened, Robin had those head pains time to time when trying to remember who she was. Chrom being the gentle soul he was managed to help Aedan who at this time was now going on about dragons. Robin's first thought was of Nowi but she also remembered Cherche also had a dragon. The way he reacted showed he either feared them or had a bad experience with them, of course, these were educated guesses. Watching Aedan turn ghost white as if he had actually seen a ghost was a tad worrying, would he be OK being near a dragon, n fact two for a while? She was sure Chorm would not let him travel alone in the condition he was in.

Robin soon turned her head towards where Cherche was, her friend was trying to wake her up, Minerva was very caring and sweet once you got to know her. Chrom soon asked the question and of course, the obvious answer followed. Aedan was not wrong that dragons were dangerous but at the same time were not dangerous if you understood them like Cherche knew Minerva and if they knew Nowi. Robin watched as Chrom backed off as Cherche began to advance towards Aedan. 'Oh boy' Robin said to herself. Robin soon looked over to Minerva for a moment before looking back at the two now in conversation. Robin shook her head for a moment, hopefully, this would stay peaceful yet she had never heard or even seen someone say anything bad about Minerva. It seemed Aedan ran it after Cherche summoned Minerva to hug Aedan, the fear was very real it seemed.

Robin soon looked over to Chrom who was explaining though not knowing much about the current situation. Gregor's voice soon filled Robin's ears, he mentioned a river and he was right towns and city's would always be near a water source. Robin soon turned to Nowi who at this time was looking Aedan, she wondered if he would be scared of her as well, she was a dragon herself. Nowi was very friendly and liked talking to people so eventually, she would end up talking to Aedan, how he reacted was a mystery and it made her a little nervous. When Chrom helped Sumia up she thanked him "Thank you, Chrom."

Chrom soon gave commands to his units, he had a plan though he was not the leader for nothing. Hopefully, Aedan would calm down now that Cherche and Minerva would take to the skies. Sumia soon replied, "Will do my love, come my dear." She was referring to her winged friend who at this time was ready for action. Sumia gave the group a quick look before running towards her winged friend and heading into the sky. "No one is going to touch this group Chrom, they would get a foot up their arse first," said Sully who acknowledged her role at this time. Lissa just nodded at this time, she still seemed a little unhappy about the event of Chrom and Vaike almost killing each other due to getting to into the practice fighting they did not too long ago. Tharja kept her eyes on Robin as Chrom told Vaike to look after her, she could handle herself of course but it was a command she had to follow. Nowi smiled like she usually did before running up to Gregor, the one who protected her not too long ago.

Nowi had a present for Gregor but it was at the camp which they were no longer at. It was a protective item made from her own scales, she was sure it would surprise him when he got it if he got it anyway.

Robin: "It depends on the situation Aedan, at the moment we have to be on our guard because I am sure this place is crawling with bandits and maybe even risen. Since it is dark here being spotted would be rather difficult, would you happen to know of any landmarks near the town which could help us plan something just in case? A place which would give us an advantage even if it is a slight advantage?" The town was about a few miles out and it was not even a big one but it had to do, the town could be barely seen because of the unnatural darkness. So far it looked clear but Sumia was having a hard time seeing anything, what was this place and why was there very little light. Sumia took the east side while Cherche would deal with the west, dividing things would make things easier.

[Assistant]
"Like I said, I don't know anything about this place. I'm not even sure I've ever seen this place before." Aedan responds to Robin. On the travel along Aedan fixes his armor with noticeable familiarity. He instinctively pulls out a spell book as he rides his mount and begins studying.

"Halt! Who goes there!" shouts some of the town guards as they walk up to Chrom. Chrom gives them a once over noticing that they are not very well equipped, assuming the town has them more for peace of mind rather than real protection. Chrom puts up his hands to show his harmlessness and quickly says, "Hello, I am Chrom and these are my friends. We are what I call Shepards, we go around and help people when need arises. I assure you none of us will attempt to hurt any townspeople." He does his best to give a disarming smile and the guard seems to relax a little more, hoping that they wouldn't have to fight such a well armed group of people. But as soon as their eyes lay on Aedan the guards raise their weapons again and shout, "What is one of them doing here?!" he looks at Chrom and asks him "Is he a prisoner of yours?". Chrom looking bewildered responds, "No...this is Aedan, is there a problem with him?"

Aedan, hearing his name, snaps out of studying his spells and looks at Chrom and the guards. He cocks his head while looking at the guards, whom are almost quaking in their boots, he shuts his book with a loud clap. He slowly gets off the horse and walks up to the men and puts his hands up and states, "I apologize for whatever people like me may have done to you, I'm sure you wont believe me but I don't remember who nor what I am, you can take me away, beat me, do what you want with me if it would make the world a better place. These are my new friends its true, but they aren't from here so they also don't know what I am since you do seem to know, I would like to ask you what I am."

The guards lower their spears and look disdainfully at Aedan. They look him dead in the eye and one guards coldly states, "You. You're a monster, someone with more blood on their hands then they could ever wash away." He spits on the ground in Aedan's direction and looks almost as coldly at Chrom and orders him to watch Aedan carefully, they believe him for now but they are to not be trusted. After being let into town and looking for anything giving them information on what this country is, all townspeople that see Aedan immediately gain an angry disposition. Some yell at him, some actually attempt to throw rocks at him. Aedan walks with the group staring at the ground taking any abuse that is thrown his way, his fists begin to clench and his face starts to screw up in rage. Chrom puts his hand on Aedan's shoulder and begins to ask, "Aedan are y-" as Aedan breaks his grip and runs out of the town gate and back into the forest. He ran with tears in his eyes, fumbling around and trips over a good sized log. He gets up and wipes his face of sweat, grime and tears and props himself upon the enemy that tripped him. He holds his head within his hands and just can only think to himself,

What did I do?
Just what am I?
Am I still the monster they think I am?
Will I ever know?

He fights through the tears and shakily brings out his book again and begins to read, tears staining some of the pages as he tries to make out the magic runes on the pages in front of him, the only thing he understands right now.

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It seemed some drama had popped up when the group turned up at the nearest town, some guards were quick to defend the place. Ylisse had hardly any of that due to the Shepard's but they did exist. A conversion soon started where the guards, Chrom and even Aedan, they seemed to believe Chrom however Aedan was treated in a rather hostile way and even when they were let into the community things were still bad. So much so that Aedan soon fled the town, not even Chrom could help him it seemed. Robin watched the whole time, she could see tears, a few soaking the ground as he ran off. "Chrom get some supplies with the group and I will go after Aedan, someone with amnesia should not be running around on their own. I also think since I had amnesia I would relate to him" Robin said calmly.

Robin quickly brought a map at a nearby store paying with a bit of gold she had which seemed to be the only thing that remained the same between this world and their world. Robin soon using her judgement which was normally very accurate began to draw a route on it. One led in the direction of where Aedan went and another was a route towards a bigger town. "Here Chrom, take this and come and find us. It should be fairly accurate. Aedan went over there so follow that route there and then when we meet up we should backtrack and head to the next town which is much bigger. Maybe we will get some more answers." When Chrom took the map Robin ran off in Aedan's direction. With the map Robin handed to Chrom splitting up was no longer a bad idea, however if trouble turned up she would need them to turn up.

Robin sprinted across the town exterior where she soon ran on a trail which was surrounded grass plains, wooded areas and even a bridge made of wood that crossed above the running stream. Robin having her Levin and several tomes slowed her down quite a bit but it did not stop her from trying to reach Aedan quickly. Eventually, a forest turned up which Robin entered since this should be the direction the young man went. As she began to walk around she began to call Aedan's name out, not too loudly but enough for him to hear. "Aedan, Aedan are you here. It's me, Robin, I think I understand you better since I had amnesia when first met Chrom." Robin stopped to look in several places that one could hide or sit on.

The purple haired woman with a ponytail moved slowly to check everything and to avoid being detected, that meant she could not yell Aedan over and over. She had to do it tactically, she was sure this forest had some nasty surprises in it. Her footsteps led her to several places though soon she saw a figure close to a big log. "That had to be him" Robin said quietly to herself.


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Age: 17
Element: Ice(?)
Personality: Chen is a really friendly person, focusing on other people instead of himself. He's a good listener and is always willing to try and help people out with their problems. Chen tries to stay calm at all times, otherwise his powers tend to go out of control. The one thing that always makes him angry is when you mention his height, he's pretty short at 5'3 and he knows it. Otherwise he just wants to get along with people.

In terms of his goals, he enjoys improving upon himself and being the best at what he does. He's pretty smart but he sometimes overestimates his intelligence which can sometimes be to his disadvantage.

Appearance: Note that his hair is actually white after an incident on his 7th birthday. He is also 5'3 and is a pretty skinny guy overall.

History: Chen was born in Hakuba, Japan on a snowy night in December. His parents considered him to be a early Christmas gift and his first 6 years of his life were wonderful. He would love to play in the snow and even learned to ice skate at the age of 5. Things changed on his 7th birthday though. He got into a fight with a friend at school, things escalating enough that Chen freaked out. His elemental powers awakened and his parents had to be called in to make sure he didn't hurt anyone. By the end of the day, everyone made it out of the school safely, but the school itself was permanently covered in a thick layer of ice.

His parents had the same powers as him, but his were more powerful then theirs had ever been. They didn't know what to do with him, until Chen's father mentioned the school he went to as a teen. It was quickly decided that he would be sent there to learn, under the care of a teacher who worked at the Academy. That teacher's name was Kano Hargor, who had offered to keep an eye on Chen after seeing the results of his untapped potential.

It was a strange arrangement, Chen was given an apartment near the school where he basically raised himself with small adjustments from Kano every now and then. Sometimes it was instructions on how to operate a stove, others it was just a broom and dustpan being where the tv usually was. Most of the time though it was just some schoolwork that Kano assumed was appropriate for someone his age. His parents would visit once a year, bringing him presents and having a family outing in a nearby village. Every time he visited they would make sure to impress upon him the value of being a kind individual no matter what. After ten years of this he enrolled in the Elemental Academy at the age of 17.
Equipment: Ice Skates, Thick Blue Gloves, Snow Goggles (kept around his neck), and a staff that he made to direct ice more easily. Keeps it in a leather holster on his back.

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Madison

"Of course, Mr. Kessinger," she replied with a grin. She looked at her classmate dead in the eye, not as a form of intimidation, but rather, to give him a condescending stare.

"Haven't you heard what happens to people when they play with fire?" she said to him in a low voice. Pushing herself off of the wall, Madison laughed a little and proceeded to grip the dowel with her right hand. She walked to the center of the room, turned around in place to face her teacher, and once more, lit a small flame at the tip. This time, it was controlled, no wildly flickering as if it was about to spread in any direction. With somewhat of a confidence boost, Madison tossed the dowel to her left hand while the flame remained hovering in place. The slightest smile displayed across her face, and she looked up at her teacher as the flame disappeared.

"So, do I pass this time around as well?"

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@Xandrya
Elbritas Kessinger

Elbritas beamed at Madison. "Well done kiddo!" He pulled a dowel designed to be difficult to channel fire through out of his desk and handed it to Vlad, having it looked identical to the one Madison was testing with. "Now Vlad, it's your turn. Same as Madison, make a flame steady at the tip and not burn it down the dowel at the same time." He wasn't necessarily doing it to bully him, but clearly the kid had some form of gusto being from a rich family that made him think he was better than everyone else. If he could pull it off, great, but if he couldn't, it'd be a mild lesson in humility that he sorely needed if he was going to fit in at the school.

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@liferusher

Having suddenly been hit by an idea, Avarius quickly sits up and excitedly rummages through Brunhilde's supply bag.
He finds the deflated beach ball and marker pens he was looking for.
As the girls continue to play and exercise (more the former than the later) he goes about inflating the ball and writing all over it.
Sixty mathematic problems to be exact.
Each one resembling one minute of break time. Unsure of his students current academic level Avarius broke the questions into ten groups of six.
Each group would have two easy, two intermediate, one challenging and one trick question. Every correct answer gave the girls one minute of free leisure time.

There were however a few rules;
the girls would each given a marker pen, they had to take turns answering a question.
They had to stay in their own designated area a short distant apart from each other.
Lastly their eyes must be shut unless they are holding the beach ball, this meant they had to catch it with their eyes closed. A dropped ball could be difficult to find.

The teacher would have it ready by the time they had finished their other activities and this one would lead into a lunch break. When they are ready he explains the premises of the exercise

The ball was large and soft, and the rubber squeaked in their hands. At this distance, with expectation alone, this exercise could be played by non-elementals yet it was still good for honing the senses.

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@Xandrya
The girl stared at him, sort of provocatively or so thought Vlad. It pissed him off. "What does this midget think she is??? Is she looking down on me??" he thought while slowly forming a frown and grasping his wound harder. After she whispered that little taunt to him he nearly exploded but managed to calm himself and looked the other side. He didn't pay attention to what she was doing or how she was doing the test and couldn't care less. He hated her already.

After she was done, the shitbreath teacher gave him a dowel and asked him to lit the tip. Vlad wasn't happy with it either "What is this?? Kindergarten??" He thought and looked into the teachers eyes with an are you kidding me? look. But not wanting another dart somewhere in his body he proceeded to quickly finish this and get done with it. He held the dowel in his hand and briefly concentrated. For some reason the dowel began vibrating and more and more cracks appeared releasing smoke until it suddenly exploded. Pieces of wood flew all around the class and Vlad spat one out that flew into his mouth. "What the fu**?? What kind of dowels are these?" He said in an irritated tone.

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Light@Zelosse

"Cold...You couldn't 'ave just told a lie or said something usual and boring could ya? Dark and mysterious might interest the girls but it ain't gonna help you become a master elementalist."

A voice rang from behind him, a student with white hair. A smirk etching on his face as he made light banter towards Luke, even if he didn't know him or anything. He shot him a bitter smile in kind, he was actually pretty amazed that another person would be willing to talk to him, save that odd girl from before. Also now he noticed, everyone has bizarre and odd hairstyles, colour and outlandish clothing, was he the only one that found this weird?

He looked down at his plain polo shirt and pants, maybe he was the weird, outlandish one.

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He felt very odd to have linked his hands with his fellow students, reluctantly doing so. Luke knew there was no purpose to this, it was probably for the headmaster's own gaiety. Atleast he knew that the headmaster wasn't all that serious.

Whilst walking he could still could not believe the size of the place. They excited via a spiraling staircase and a giant door... Only to be met with the blazing heat, one could take a wild guess why Luke strayed away from the heat and drifted into shadier/cooler areas. And after a rather long walk Luke found himself in a desolate, open field, a giant wall being the only shade given.

"Right then." Kano turned to the students. "Water students. Strip down to your underclothes and get in the water. Your first lesson will be control."

Luke shot the headmaster a confused look at first,
Under different circumstances that can be interpreted wrongly. Luke thought to himself in amusement. He took a glance at the other water students, their faces seemed to be struggling, with majorty having expressions of bewilderment and confusion at their own powers.

After a brief delay and an apprehensively worried sigh of he took off his shirt and pants and slowly sauntered into the waters, underestimating its power.

His eyes widened quickly as his mindset changed. It tore at him from different directions as he tried to control it as instructed. These waters were incredibly rich with mana and felt as if it had a mind of its own. He struggled a bit inside the waters, this was almost impssible to command.

An idea popped into his mind as if a bulb flickered, water was the element of tranquility and flexibility, rather than trying to control it he should try and flow alongside it. As soon as he realized this and adjusted accordingly, he could feel himself with the waters. As cliche as it was, it seemed to be working, now the water flows next to him in a beautiful cascade but it wasn't perfect.

"Sir- Headmaster, what else do we need to do or do we continue on?" Luke addressed the headmaster whilst waters encircled his arm, wondering what else was to be done.

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Kano Hargor

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Kano turned his attention from the running lightning students and back to Luke as he entered the waters without caution. As expected, the overload of sheer energy almost overtook him within mere moments. Most students dipped a toe in the pond and panicked, refusing to enter. The first mistake. Luke had disregarded that caution and placed full trust that his tasks would be safe or that he could find a way to stay safe, passing the first hurdle. Amused at the conflicting emotions playing across the boys face, Kano watched his struggle for not just control but balance. Not long after entering the pool the boy was already matching his own body to the subtle flow of the waters.

"You have skill. Most students are hesitant to stay in the waters after tasting it. Very impressive display."

Kanos raised his right hand and casually pointed his finger at the pool and felt his own connection with the pool. Kanos finger flicked from side to side and the waters responded in kind by throwing themselves wildly in every direction. Worst of all, the temperature took a slide into almost freezing temperatures.
Even as he spoke, the waters continued to churn violently, tossing its occupants in every direction like ragdolls with waves that threatened to submerge them entirely. Keeping your head above water as it thrashed was a challenge it itself.

"Find a way to regain your balance and control. Soothe the waters."

Controlling your own energies in the midst of a greater flow was often difficult at times. Faced with overwhelming difference in power, the waters could turn into a raging hell of its own. The first test displayed control in tranquility with still waters. If Luke wished to overcome the hurdle it would need a.. deeper connection. Flowing with the water didn't just mean letting the waters do as it pleases.
Subtle guidance granted the best results.

To soothe the waters would take time.

"Try to hold your breathe." Was the only hint Kano gave as he walked away from the pools to check up on the lightning students.

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Light@Jangel13

Kano slid across the dry field on a platform of ice, flowing at his command until he reached the distant students spitting electricity with every step. As he caught up, one of the students faltered and fell onto the ground. Kano raised his left arm and a cold patch of water flowed onto the boys leg with a soothing relief.

"Do not give up. You can fall a hundred times and still win the race. Adjust your output and try again."

The water flowed back into Kano who simply smiled and urged the student on. The longer they ran, the better. If they fell, he would pick them back up.

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Chen rushed through the hallways towards... somewhere. He had woken up late and had no idea what was going on. He stopped near a teacher who was on break and painted a bit. "Where am I supposed to be going right now? I have class with Mr. Kano." He asked with a pant as he regained his breath. The teacher pointed down a hallway and shook his head in exasperation.

"Thanks!" Chen ran down the hallway and towards the desolate field. He arrived there a few minutes later and stopped when he saw Kano. "Hey there Mr. Hargor! Sorry I'm late, I overslept and stuff." He rubbed his head sheepishly and smiled. "Anyways, what am I supposed to be doing?" Chen asked as he observed Kano put some ice on a boys leg. Such a kind person.