[System]
Age: 19

Element: Ice

Feel for element:(Do you like it? Dislike it?) At first Amaya was a bit ticked off at her element. She felt as if it were a joke meant to poke fun at her, but after awhile she realized that she felt a strange resonance with it. She felt that her personality reflected it in a way that she hadn't thought of before. Soon it became apart of her, and she had no choice but to accept it.

Appearance: Amaya is 5'3". She's pretty much average, except her hip line is a bit larger than average. She descends from an Asian heritage, and contains some Japanese characteristics. She has long silvery hair that glimmers in the sunlight. Amaya also has icy blue eyes that seem to pierce through you. She also has a snake bite piercing to remember the struggles she's been through.

Personality: Amaya is a neutral type of person. She doesn't have and opinion, so she doesn't argue with others. She is pretty distant to those around her, and tends to keep her thoughts to herself. Deep inside she has a desire to find the rarity among the commonality. For example she desires the cold when everything around her is warm, and she desires warmth when everything around her is cold. Occasionally, she wishes that she had a different personality, but she can never bring herself to change who she is. She is hard working and will do what needs to be done, however in her free time she prefers to not do any hard labor.

History: Amaya's parents where very poor when Amaya was born, so they worked long hours. Amaya never felt the warmth of loving parents because they were desperately trying to put food on the table. Amaya always understood why she didn't see her parents much and accepted it without complaint. But because of the housework she had to do in place of her parents, she never attended school.

When Amaya was 7 years old, Child Protective Services found out about her living condition and pulled her away from her parents under the pretense that it was "neglect". She was put into a foster home, where she made no friends. Amaya was reserved, but not exactly shy. Because of her unsocial nature, potential foster parents turned her away.

Once she entered school, she was able to quickly catch up to her peers, however, she wasn't exactly popular. Most of the students quietly talked about her behind closed doors, but there was a group of students that didn't. Amaya considered this group of students the "Emo/Goth" type of people. Their hair, clothes, and multitude of piercings were always black, and numerous band merchandise was plastered to their bodies. They decided to invite Amaya into their friend group, but when she politely refused, they became furious. Soon, they went out of their way to pick on her and tease her, and no one else did anything to help her because they didn't know her. It was unusual for this particular group of people to bully someone, but nonetheless it happened. Many times, the older and stronger boys in the goth group held her down as the girls caked black makeup onto her face.

One day, in high school, the goth group decided to give her a piercing. Of course no one wanted to pay for it, so they dragged Amaya to one of their houses to do a "homemade" piercing. They gave her a snake bite piercing. They made it as painful as possible for Amaya without permanently damaging her face. After that they forced her to keep it, making sure she never took it out, and after the summer, re-did the entire process because Amaya let the piercings close. Finally they decided that they were going to rip the piercing out. Amaya started to panic, and then she closed her eyes and willed them to stop with her mind. After hearing a collective gasp and a single scream pierce the air. Amaya opened her eyes to see that the hand of the girl who was about to pull her piercing out had a blueish tint to it. There was also frost creeping up her arm. Using the distraction, Amaya ran away and after the goth group reported her to the principal, she had to transfer schools.

Now, she goes to Duke University, and is still undecided of what she wants to major in. She's trying her best to not draw attention to herself, and is still waiting to befriend someone.

[User]
Gwen did not want to have a heart to heart talk with everyone. Sure, working together and fighting Vygorns was one thing, but getting all buddy-budddy and sharing their life story was a completely different thing. She was about to refuse when a bunch of random people stormed the building. Then this guy pointed a gun at them.

Gwen sighed and thought to herself, "Really? Really? What a day. I'm expecting to wake up any minute now and find out that this is just some twisted nightmare."

Obediently, she put her hands up like the annoying, loud guy yelled at them to do.

[Assistant]
💮Serena Myers💮

 Serena sighed as Phil helped her to her feet and felt a dark blush rush across her face. How embarrassing. Yet Serena still wasn't disappointed in her actions. There had to be a different solution beside violence. Maybe during her time here she would figure out to resolve the conflict between Earth and Vygorns.

 "... Do any of you know each other? I mean, more than name and element? Okay, maybe we should do some sharing... This should build a little trust that can go along way. I'd like to know about which backgrounds everyone came from." Phil said. Serena thought the idea was a bit silly but she appreciated his effort to bring them together.

 "HANDS UP!!!" An unknown voice screamed at them. Serena jumped, completely taken back by the incoming invaders. One look at the black metal weapon in the man's hand made Serena's heart stop. She had never seen a gun before, but she assumed that was what they looked like. Without thinking, Serena willed thorn vines to grow from the ground in front of the men surrounding them. The vines wrapped around the guns positioned in the men's hands, and returned to the ground. Serena's eyes widened in shock as she realized what she'd done.

 "Please, can we discuss this civilly?" She quietly mumbled, hoping the men didn't have any more weapons.

[User]
John Kingston

John was just about to step forward to take charge of the heart-to-heart session when the people with guns barged in. His hands quickly found their way into the air. He wasn't necessarily scared of guns, but he knew that he'd get shot to ribbons if he tried anything. Luckily, one of the girls, Serena, used her powers to get the guns away from whoever these people were.

"Like Flower Power said. You're trespassing I do believe, so really, the guns are kind of rude. I suggest that if you want to chat about something, you use your words because, and this may come as a surprise, every one of us could kill every one of you and we've had a very stressful day," John said, stepping forward with a renewed confidence due to Serena's use of her powers.

[Assistant]
Eric Davis

Looking from an alleyway across from the odd run-down building that withheld the signs of fresh flora, Eric was really skeptical on whether or not going in would be a good idea. After seeing some 'thing' fly out of there... yeah, I'm definitely not receiving any good vibes right now. So he decided to wait it out just in case it was some kind of ambush or something playing with his mind. After waiting patiently for a good while, remaining hidden in the shadows behind the confines of a dumpster, he saw someone come out. He couldn't make out the face of him from were he was looking, but he could tell he was a bit flustered as he ruffled through his hair with the addition of low mumbling, then after a few seconds of coming up, he went back down.

Ok... Maybe just a few more minutes of waiting wouldn't hurt, hell he looked he could use it too. Eric thought.

While he waited, he thought back to a few hours ago, back to were he was helping out in a local housing area center for the homeless. He enjoyed helping out those in need by trying to keep them plenty feed, safely sheltered, and comfortably warm. He used his power only when needed since it sometimes still had a mind of its own. Then as he was heating up a pot of water to cook with, his vision blurred into a thick blackness as a soft voice spoke into his mind. "You possess a power like no other…" After hearing the voice with a command and the last words of "Fire, fire, fire... Eric snapped back into reality with his hands on the pot. He looked around to see the other kitchen workers around him gasp with wide gawking eyes, the pot no longer contained water as only evaporated water rose into the air. The handles of the pot were now burning hot with a small hue of orangish-red emitting through.

Eric quickly took the pot the sink, ran it under the faucet under cold water. He quickly changed out of the white apron, took off the palm burnt rubber gloves, grabbed his green one-strap bag and was out of the building, to avoid being questioned about the event.

Maybe telling them probably wouldn't have been so bad... Just maybe. Eric was so caught up in thinking on how current events got him here, that he barely noticed five figures moving down the set of stairs that the other guy who was there previously for a brief moment, had went down into as well.

Ok... go now or don't go at all... as he watch the last of them enter he sighed in defeat. Better late then never. Eric thought as he made a quick jog out of the alley way and over towards the building. The sign reading 'Cloud 9' was now in front of him. Please... don't make me regret coming here. He said to himself as he himself made off down the descending steps.

[User]
Ethan agreed that knowing more about the others could be useful but he had no intention of going first. The whole thing became moot though when some guys with weapons stormed in. Serena once again impressed him by quickly and effectively taking away their guns without harming them. However since they might have either reinforcements outside or other weapons he still put his hands in the air.

Just then the water Elemental did something potentially stupid, apparently not having thought of the same possibilities he had. "Don't make them mad John. We don't know if their entire group is here or if Serena took away all their weapons." Ethan did understand how he felt but John was still taking a large and unnecessary risk in his opinion.

[Assistant] "This is an abandoned nightclub." Gary replied to John. "You can't trespass somewhere that doesn't belong to anyone." He added, while struggling against the vines gripping his wrists. "We just saw a fucking Vygorn leave this place so what are you doing here then?" Gary asked, aggressively. He then looked at the women holding them in place. "Let us go and we'll talk this out, huh?" He then looked up to Phil. "What do ya say?" He asked.

[User]
"Why don't we just talk like this," Gwen returned, still suspicious of the man. "We'll decide whether we let you go or not depending based on our nice, little 'discussion'."

Gwen walked up closer to the man and glared at him intensely. "Listen, I don't know who you are, but we're the good guys. So if you're fighting against the Vygorns, going after us is pretty counter-productive. Now, you're not in the position to be telling us what to do so I recommend you give us some answers now or else I'll feed you to the dragon."

The last part was just a bluff, but Gwen was getting sick of other people messing with her. Her palms filled with light energy and she held one of them up to the man's throat and the rest at whoever else was left, moving it so it would have pointed at everyone at least once. Maybe it wasn't really necessary, but damn, it felt good.

[Assistant]
Amaya was in her favorite class, Psychology. She wrote down every single word in her 5 subject notebook, most of which was filled with notes from her semester class, and observations of those around her. While the subject interested her, there was no way she'd be able to get a job with a psychology degree. As her professor began discussing the meaning behind varying degrees of dilation of the pupil, an over whelming sense of nausea consumed her senses. Amaya closed her eyes and put her head in her hands, massaging her temples. She focused on breathing deeply, and the steady rhythmic beat of her heart. The harmonizing rhythms slowly lulled Amaya into a subconscious part of her mind. Within the depths of blackness, a nurturing melody called out to her. Contrary to the warm it emitted, the voice sang, "Ice, Ice, Ice,". As if that word contained the answer to everything. Unfortunately, answers aren't always knowledge that brings peace. Suddenly, the conscious part of Amaya's brain threw the reality of her current situation at her within a fraction of a millisecond. Amaya's heart burst out of her chest as her spine snapped straight, and her eyelids flung open wide.

After a second, her brain was finally able to process her surrounding. All the students in the room, had their jackets or hoodies on. The professor had paused his lecture to check the thermostat. Amaya calmly looked down at the crystalline pattern of frost that radiated from her hands. She quickly placed her notebook and textbook in a way that covered the majority of the crisp, frost snowflake. For the rest of class she tried her best to look inconspicuous and focused on the lesson.

Cloud 9, New York. It was farther away than Amaya would have cared for, however, the mysteries and questions surrounding this place and the vision intrigued her. She could skip most of her classes, she just needed to study from her textbooks and previous notes. After all she just needed to take the final in order to pass the class. The only thing Amaya would miss was her psychology class.

So after the hassle of booking a plane flight for the next day, Amaya began to prepare her things from her dorm room. She informed her roommate that she'd be gone for awhile. Hopefully not long, but you can never be sure. The time it took to arrive at New York seemed to take way longer than it should have. Having no money to stay at a hotel (being a poor college student), and knowing no one who lived in the New York area, Amaya had brought her suitcases, containing her life, to this moldy, run down night club.

It was at this time that Amaya seriously reconsidered her decision. She grew nervous, if there was no one here, then what was the point of coming here? A waste of money obviously. But what if there are people down there? What kind of people are they? Not to mention, if there are then Amaya is literally walking in to a social situation that is far from pleasant. However, there was no point in sitting here looking ridiculous, contemplating questions when the answer it right in front of her. So Amaya gathered her two large black suitcases and her backpack, and headed around the building to find a staircase leading into the depths of underground. She lugged her belongings behind her, trying to be discreet since she didn't know who she was dealing with.


[System]
Age: 6

Height: 3ft 10.6in

Weight: 45lb

Occupation/School: School

Personality: Sapphire is often split in the way that she acts. Sometimes, she will just want to be alone, and absorbed into her own imagination. Most of the time, however, she wants some company - though shy around new people, and sometimes even those that she already knows well, she is quite fearful. She'll try and find sanctuary through hiding, either behind things or in someone's arms, or by running away to cry. When Sapphire is happy, she's often the smiling type, and is usually more receptive to things that entertain her.

Bio: Sapphire found the loss of her mother something massive, the loss of the person that she would go to for the warmth and care that only a mother could provide. This is furthered by the fact that from the age of four, Sapphire would have nightmares every few nights, and though they have decreased in frequency they still happen upon her dreams on occasion, either waking her in the middle of the night or leaving her terrified in the morning.

[User]
Alice sighed and adjusted her grip on the steering wheel as she thought about the busy morning she was about to have. She'd been living with Fritz and Sapphire for almost a month now, sleeping on the couch, living out of a backpack but, before she could start packing up their mother Elizabeth's things and have her own belongings moved in she had to take her siblings to school. More importantly she had to fill out all the paperwork that would log her into the school's system as their legal guardian and emergency contact and to collect any make up work they might have.

This being their first day back since their mother's death Alice was worried they'd have a hard time adjusted. She was a little unsettled at how silent they were. But, she supposed she was quiet too. She never had the chance to get close to her younger siblings due to her rocky relationship with Elizabeth. She'd left home when Fritz had been only five and hardly saw him after, really only on Holidays, Birthdays or occasionally to babysit. But, the last time she saw either of the kids was when Sapphire had been born.

From what she understood their mother had changed for the better not long after Alice left for college and truly became a mother her children deserved. It'd only come too late for Alice. Being a teen mom wasn't easy Alice was sure but, she could've at least been decent. The woman she knew and the woman Fritz and Sapphire knew were two very different people.

As she pulled up to the main campus of the school she looked into the rearview mirror to gauge Sapphire's level of comfort and then over to Fritz. They both belonged to the large local private school that took kids from Elementary all the way to High School, it even had dormitories for the older kids and looked... really nice. "Fritz... I-" She started but then found she didn't know the words she wanted to express to him, stammering for a minute she finally put the car in park and pulled the key saying, "Don't forget your lunch. You have my number if you need me, I'll be working from home once I'm finished up here."

Getting out of the car Alice realized she didn't exactly look the part of a parental figure. Dressed down in cut off denim shorts, a loose fitting grey T-shirt and leather ankle high roman sandals. She'd piled her unruly red waves into a bun on the top of her head. Messy locks falling down to frame her face. She must've looked more student than legal guardian. "Come on, Sapphire." She said with a smile to the young girl as she opened the car door. "I'll walk you to class." Alice held out her hand to her younger half sister. Not expecting her to take it but, she wanted the young girl to know she'd be there for her. For both of them. Despite not being there in the past.

[Assistant]
Milo Ventri

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 Milo stood in the front office of the school, leaned over the desk of the secretary, he was the newest teacher, just brought in this year, however he was already starting to settle in, his classes were pleasant and he was fitting in pretty well with the teachers. He was trying his best to really hit it home with the principal here seeing as he wanted the high school kids, and to be fair, this school pays much better than the last one, and with the rent on his apartment now much higher than his previous one back home, he needed it.

 "Come on Tori, they don't listen to me, I mean if they could at least give me the bulb, I could replace it myself." He asked with a bit of a southern drawl, he had been having issues with the lights in his classroom, and as of yet the maintenance team has been less than willing to work with him on the issue.

 The older secretary looked over the young new teacher, "Don't you Tori me, you know it isn't fair." She eyed the man up and down as she contemplated the request, "I will get the order through... but coffee is on you this week, from the nice cafe." Milo grinned and gave his thanks as the older woman smiled and looked past him, "Oh dear, you best run along, looks like I have some buisness." Milo turned and saw as he looked out of the front windows to the parking lot, a young woman with two younger children.

[User]
Sapphire was unsure of what to think as she was driven to school by her older half-sister. She wasn't a fan of the word 'half' being put in front of the word 'brother' or 'sister', as it made her feel different to her siblings. Then again, it was perhaps just a little hard to place someone she had barely ever seen as her older sister. She had seen her in pictures that had been in the house, placed by their mother, but she couldn't recall a time she actually saw Alice face-to-face. Alice had apparently been there when Sapphire was born, but Sapphire couldn't really remember anything that happened when she was born.

It felt strange that Alice was the one taking Sapphire (and Fritz) to school, rather than their mother. Sapphire was used to her mother being there, taking her the whole way and comforting her when she needed it, whereas the girl could not help but feel almost like it was a stranger taking her. Yes, perhaps it had been a month that Alice had been living with them on the couch in the same house as them, but there was still an underlying worry in Sapphire despite the new acceptance of Alice that she had gained in the past week or so.

Sapphire still wanted her mother back. Still missed her mother. The lack of her mother somewhere in the car almost brought the tears back rolling back her face, but for some reason they did not come.

Perhaps it was the fact that there was too much else to worry about. Sapphire was worried about how things would be returning to school. The kids who didn't know why she was gone would all ask her why, and those who already knew would all try to ask how she was feeling. The one or two bullies that she was too scared to tell anyone about would most likely use her being gone or her mother's death as fuel to add to the pile of things they had to bully her about.

Sapphire's gaze moved from the back of the seat in front of her to the window beside her, staring outside with uncertainty of how the day was going to be. She was smart enough to know that being gone for so long probably meant there was going to be work that she had to catch up on, and she was going to be behind in the class. She didn't like school, so Sapphire knew it wasn't going to be fun catching up.

Once the car rolled to a stop, Sapphire waited for her mother to open the door, only to see Alice being the one doing it and once-again reminding the girl that her mother was gone. That's what brought the tears dripping down her cheeks, and though not fully crying, she was still upset that she still wasn't used to her mother being replaced by Alice. That didn't stop her from taking Alice's hand and holding it tightly for what comfort it could give as Sapphire tried to control the tears as they rolled along her cheeks.

[Assistant]
Fritz looked out the window of the moving vehicle; not because he was watching the scenery pass by though, despite how soothing it could be, but because through the reflection in the glass Fritz could manage keeping an eye on all the occupants in the car all at once without seeming too obvious. Mother had told him that staring could make others uncomfortable and that he should try not to do it. He had never really listened to her about it before but now…

 Fritz's fingers clenched brutally; mother was gone now, gone in an instant and never to return. The weight of the truth made Fritz feel like every lesson she had imparted on him needed to be fulfilled to the best of his ability; it would be a way, the only way Fritz could manage, to honor her. But could Fritz truly manage? At times it felt like she expected too much of him; like she thought just because he was in different classes, and got the best counselor insurance could grant them, that he would become "normal". Well, something deep down told Fritz that becoming normal was an impossibility, but he would try, even if it was only a little bit.

 All he wanted to do now though, was go to school. He could see the outline of the building coming up along the road. Fritz didn't have many friends at school, but in a way school was his friend. A place where knowledge was king and structure was the primary goal. In a time where the teen's world was crashing down all around him, that was exactly what Fritz needed. To disappear within books and equations.

 Because then, if he could disappear, he wouldn't be that much of a bother to Alice or Sapphire. Fritz doesn't remember much from before Alice left, but he can only assume she left for good reason; and now, she was back in a place she never wanted to be in, with a family she never wanted to be with; it didn't seem right.

 The car stopped abruptly, snapping Fritz out of his introspection. When had he gotten so involved with his own thoughts to have lost touch with his surroundings? He blinked owlishly as he looked towards his sister. Lunch? Did he even make himself a lunch? Oh dear. Still though, he nodded anyway, pretending that he understood what was going on. "Affirmative," he replied while quickly making his way out of the car, pausing momentarily before rushing off. "H-have a nice day Alice, you too Sapphire." And with that, he made his way into the school.

[User]
After a wave of goodbye to Fritz Alice was quick to take note of Sapphire's discomfort. "Oh sweetie..." Alice sighed down at her tears. Feeling a distinct pull at her heart strings. Her free hand came up to stroke the girl's blonde hair. Crouching down to be eye level with her younger sister. "It's okay to cry." Alice felt her own eyes tear up in response to little Sapphire's pain and she continued, "Let's go to the office together then I'll walk you to class."

Standing up she took Sapphire's hand once again and was more than happy to keep the girl at her side a little longer. Sapphire needed some time to compose herself and Alice wasn't about to deny it. Pulling out a blue and white hankerchief from her back pocket and handed it to Sapphire to dry her eyes.

As the sisters entered Alice looked up into the faces of a handsome teacher and a the older secretary. She gave them both a bright smile and stepped up to the desk. "Hi, I'm Alice Hawthorne. I called yesterday and was told to come in to pick up paperwork and get any school work for Fritz and Sapphire." Alice felt shame almost rise into her throat. She was their sister and the look the secretary was giving her was one of confusion. "I'm their sister." She handed over the required documents, Driver's Licence, Birth Certificate etc. Alice could almost regret not being in their lives before.

[Assistant]
Milo Ventri

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 Milo watched as the young red haired woman walked into the office and introduced herself, Alice, she looked about his age, far too young to have kids as old as Fritz however when she said that she was their sister, it made far more sense. "Ahh, Fritz, the kids told me he was out for a bit. I'm Milo Ventri, I am Fritz's new history teacher, taking over for Mr. De'rolo." He held out his hand to shake the young ladies, his voice staying low and slow, accent heavy. "Glad to have him back to class, no need to worry 'bout the missed work from me, we will handle that in class."

 Milo looked down to the little one at her side and knelt down, "Well hello there little miss, and who might you be?" His smile was warm and inviting, a tactic he learned from the time spent teaching children in the middle school back home. He used to deal very well with children, however it was difficult to teach them history the way he wanted to, his passion for it was not translatable to smaller children. However he did have a good time teaching them, they rarely misbehaved in the ways that the older kids can.

[User]
Sapphire clutched her older sister's hand, struggling to come up with anything to actually say her. It wasn't as if she was trying very hard to think of something, not when her mind was focused (once again) on the fact that the mother was no longer alive, was no longer there for her. When Alice offered her a handkerchief, Sapphire took it gingerly and tried to dry the tears away, with limited success; those that were already present were dried swiftly, but that didn't stop a few more coming out.

If Sapphire hadn't been holding Alice's hand, the hesitation of entering the school might have kept her out for at least a few more moments. As it was, she stayed close to her sibling for what comfort that it gave as they entered the school and were met with a secretary and a teacher who claimed himself to be Milo Ventri. Sapphire edged her body partly behind Alice's to protect herself from the shyness overtaking her upsettedness, especially with Milo kneeling down to speak to her, and used her handkerchief to wipe away a few more tears.

There was a little hesitation before Sapphire spoke, the touch of disconcert in her voice making it all but a little clear (with the rest of the clues) that she was feeling not too happy. "S-Sapphire," the girl responded, simply.


[System]
Nickname(s): She prefers Sunshine, but Cookie, B, Ro, Ra, Ri, Mari, Mary work as well.
Age
17
Gender
Female.
Sexuality
Panaromantic Demisexual
Relationship Status
Single
Label
Resident Ray of Sunshine, Cookie Queen, 'That short new girl.'
Appearance Details
Sable stands at a mere five feet tall, causing her to often go unnoticed in a crowd. Her most dominant feature is her dark brown eyes, said to have light flecks of gold in them. Her full, rosey lips, lightly tanned skin and round face give her an innocent sort of look. Her body type is considered to be an hourglass, caught at the perfect distance between thin and chubby. Sables light brown hair falls to her shoulder blades in light, natural waves. It is usually seen left down, in a ponytail, or braided.

The young woman considers her style to be a girly grunge. Some of the items in her closet include: halter tank tops, tees, and sweaters, band merch, ripped skinny jeans, tons of Aeropostale, converse, a few dresses, some hoodies, leggings, her favorite solid black varsity jacket, etc. Not a stranger to makeup, she usually wears red lipstick and mascara. She always wears a black choker, and usually dresses in neutral colors.

Sable has a scar running diagonally across her whole palm from where she was cleaning up broken glass one day.
Personality Traits
What Sable lacks in height, she makes up for in personality. Known to usually be the one to make people smile, Sunshine has a sharp wit, and is quite intelligent. Her loyalties run deep. Add that to her strong sense of compassion, and she can find herself in a world of trouble. Sable loves to pull small pranks on her friends, and makes a good sounding board for people's problems. A competitive girl at heart, she never backs down from a challenge and is quite the adrenaline junkie.

Though not technically a rebel, Sable doesn't allow herself to be pushed around, and has the tendency to be a bit hot headed. Having no problems with standing up for herself, those around her, or what she believes in - the girl is very argumentative. Though friendly to just about anyone, Sable has a hard time letting people get close due to trust issues.
Upbringing Synopsis
Born in Brooklyn New York, Sable was the light of both her mother and father's world. Her father owned his own Law Firm, and her mother was a well known model who often did shows with Gucci and the like. At the age of 8, it was discovered that her mother had an inoperable brain tumor. For the next four years, Sable watched her mother away and helped take care of her until she died.

Following the event of her mother's death, Sunshines father poured himself into his work more than ever, opening five different branches. Sables grades slacked off shortly after, making her a C average student for the next few years.

While in Enviromental Studies, Sable was pulled out of class and notified that her father had had a heart attack and had died. She was 16 at the time. Moving to Florida to live with her aunt, Sunshine locked herself in her room for the better part of the summer before finding comfort in the oceans waters. She tried public school for a short while, but her aunt figured that since she was in a private school, Kings Academy would be a good fit for her. Sable looks forward to starting at Kings after homecoming.
Family
Edward Gregory Hollingsworth - Father - Prosecutor Attorney - Deceased
Cora Evangaline Hollingsworth - Mother - Model - Deceased
Jen Hollingsworth - Aunt - Age 47 - Waitress
Misc.
Bea Miller | #7ea7d8
Song of the month: Lose My by Stand Atlantic
-Upon her parents death, Sable inherited close to 2 millon dollars, a trust fund she can't open until 21, and the family house.
-She loves the movie Grease.
-Tequila makes her wild af.
-Writes shit poetry and sketches with charcoal pencils.
-Sings on the regular.

Shawna - "We started out with you hung up on the Kellie and Max shit. Then you kinda moved on, Kellie left and we got closer than ever. These last two months have been amazing. I didn't think Palm Beach was going to be the place for me at all but I think maybe - just maybe - I might have a reason to stay now."

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Chanel -  "Chanel and I actually spent some of our early childhood together, and I honestly can't believe that we reconnected like this. Rekindling out friendship has been a huge priority of mine, and I'm so appreciative that she could help get me on the cheer squad."

Stella - "Stella reminds me of myself. She's friendly, outgoing and an all around sweetheart. I'm glad I've gotten the chance to know her.

Nicole- "Nic is one of the ones I'm not that close with, but I do know her from the squad. Maybe there's room to get to know her a little better.

Ariana - "Again - Ariana and I aren't close. I think I might be a bit to much on the sweet side for her. While I appreciate her skills and fashion, I think it's best to stay out of her way."

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Kavi - "Ariel might have gotten over what he did at the Halloween party, but I don't think he can be trusted. At least not yet.

Ariel - "Hey Queen. Next time you break Kavi's shit, video it for us, would ya?"

Jasper - "I know people think of Jaz as that scary goth kid or whatever, but he's actually a really nice guy. He also can play the piano really well! If I ever need a tune to sing to, he's my go to guy."

Chrissie - "Please, for the love of God - date Channel already. You're sweet, she's sweet. You're cute, she's cute. Do it. Just don't forget your love for Broadway and singing along the way."

Julie - "When I moved back, it was nice to see that Channel had a real friend that cared about her. I really owe Julie for that. She's on my list of people to get to know better."

April - "I heard that Kavi was the one that kissed April, so I have nothing against her. She's also been there for Chanel a lot, so that was nice."

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Kavan, Archer, Sonny & Marisol - "The Misfits are a group of people that you can't help but notice around school. Do I plan to get to know them? Not really. Would it hurt if I did? Only if Marisol had a baseball bat.

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Santiago, Georgie, Carter, Sawyer, Jack & Ryland - "I know nothing about these guys. Like at all. I don't mean to sound harsh or anything. I just really haven't seen any of them around enough to get an actual feeling or anything for them."

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Max - "Maybe I should thank him for making Shawna and Kellie have their falling out, but at the same time - he hurt Shawna indirectly. In a really, really bad way. And if you know someone is a thing, or about to be a thing - KEEP YOUR DICK IN YOUR PANTS, MAN WHORE."

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Fiery red hair fluttered in the wind as Julie MacMillan swooshed down the black slope of Val d'isere. When she came to a stop she lifted her goggles of her eyes so she could take in the beautiful sight of the french alps! The MacMillans always spent their christmas in the alps skiing. And this year was no different, her father and sister and herself had spent the holiday together in their cozy private cabin at the 5-star resort.

Julie had decided to spend their last day out in the slopes while the others packed up their belongings to go pack to Florida. As she finally had some time to herself Julie's thoughts were hazy as she bobbed between the other skiers. Once again she had been ghosted by her other best friend Aurelio but this time she had been ready for it. This time she had left her guard up when he had come back. So when he and his sister disappeared seemingly overnight. The redhead had been hurt but not broken like last time.

As she went down the slope one last time she let her skis guide her to the little outside seating of the major restaurant where rich women drank rosé and their men smoked cigars. She had felt her phone vibrate in her snow pants pocket the whole day. Sitting down at one of the tables she gingerly took off her gloves and set them down ordering a glass of white wine when the cute waitress came by.

As she thought her phone had a lot of texts to go through mostly from her sister with status updates on how packing went. Messages from Chanel declaring how much she missed her and a message from April ensuring that the announcement party had gone well but the very last message shook her to her very core. It was from Aurelio. Expressing how sorry he was yet again and that he missed her and that he… loved her. This fucking guy she was almost vibrating with anger. Radio silence for almost 3 months and then a text message?! With the same old tripe that he had last time when he said he'd never do it again?

Ice blue eyes stared at the message for a long time before her slender fingers tapped away at the screen almost as if they were acting by their own command. Her thumb hovered a moment over the text on the screen that read "Block number" before she tapped it. Aurelio was gone from her life now. Just a memory burned into her heart. A short sniff escaped the young woman before she finished her wine in a few gulps and went to return her skis.

The flight home to Florida was filled with deep sighs and even deeper thoughts? Was she cursed? Did she only attract fucking idiots? Maybe she should become a nun? Or a recluse that sews dresses up in the mountains? No that would ruin her shoes.

Her sister tried to get her to open up about what was wrong but Julie was so sick and tired about talking about him and kept it to herself, she was done with men full stop. She was just tired and on her period was her cover story. Iris saw through her lie of course but knew better than to probe. After a grueling 10 hours, they finally touched down in Miami.

On the drive home from the airport, Julie spent her time staring out the window of the G-wagon. As they passed through the neighborhoods she noticed something… someone she recognized. A boy with long hair carrying big bags into one of the houses. She fell back in her seat crossing her arms over themselves. Interesting…

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Jasper Fray had always been a simple man with simple tastes. Whiskey. Cigarette smoke. Worn out books. Leather. Beautiful people. Pretty words. It was no surprise that he would try and spend as much time surrounded by these things as he could over Christmas break, as well as any other time.

Over the last few months, Jasper had been focusing mainly on keeping up his grades so that he could get accepted into the colleges he wanted. The main dream was Juilliard. It had always been Juilliard. No matter how much he smoked, drank, or wrote, Juilliard had always been his one true love. Rather his application would be accepted or not, he didn't know. What he did know was that he could play the piano. He could compose music. He [liked writing his music, and wanted to spend the rest of his life doing that.

Sitting on the beach, looking up at the stars, Jasper found himself coming to the conclusion that he didn't want to stay in Palm Beach his whole life. It was eighty degrees in December, for fucks sake. He wanted to see snow again. He did have friends here, and some family. But what was really keeping him here?

Nothing. No one.

The one person who he would consider staying for was caught up in someone else, and while Jasper didn't care to interfere, it also sucked to a certain degree.

He opened his leather bound journal, taking another drag from his cigarette. Listening to the waves crashing on the beach, the young man began to write.

Maybe this wasn't the worst way to spend Christmas.

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Sunshine had a tradition of going to her family's old house in Brooklyn for major holidays. Christmas was - of course - one of those said holidays. Unfortunately traveling by yourself for the holidays and arriving at a house that served as a closet for old memories was, well…. Sad.

She had spent Christmas Eve with her aunt and uncle out of respect. They had never been the most festive people, but had managed to put up a small tree and a few decorations this year. Sable had gotten them gifts, and they did the same for her. Her present was just a few candles, but it was the thought that counted. Besides - she loved candles, and they were nicely scented.

To cut down on the sad this year, Sunshine had decided to invite Shawna. Explaining the situation to her friend had been a bit of an awkward conversation, but only on her part. She had never liked talking about her family, but something told her that Shawna would be okay with being an emotional buffer and shoulder to lean on. Thankfully, Sunshine had been right.

The pair arrived in Brooklyn on Christmas day, luggage in hand. The money for the property taxes, upkeep, electricity, and other such things came out of Sunshines trust fund account each month, so they were able to stay at the house without problem. First on the tour was the kitchen, bathroom and other standard rooms. Then came the more personal spots. While she had mentioned and shown Shawna her parents bedroom, she didn't go in the room, but rather stood at the door. Sunshine used to find herself going in the room to look at things of her mothers, but ever since her father had died, it had just been unbearable to step foot in there. Thankfully her bedroom was still a safe place.

While staying there, the girls had baked cookies, watched movies, burned the candles her aunt and uncle had given her, and shared happy memories from their childhood. Sunshine didn't bother to mention it for the sake of not making anything awkward, but she was glad that happy memories were being made in the house again.

Among staying at her parents' house, Sunshine gave Shawa a tour off all of her favorite spots in town. Favorite restaurants, clothing stores - you name it, they most likely went there.

Now back home and unpacking her bags, Sunshine couldn't help but think of her favorite moment during the whole trip: the kiss in Time Square as the ball dropped on New Years.

Champagne induced, their first kiss had been what Sunshine would call perfect.

She and Shawna had to catch their flight back home the next day, and neither of them had mentioned the kiss in conversation. For Sunshine, it was a matter of not wanting to mess up their friendship. For Shawna… Sunshine didn't really know, but assumed the same thing.

One thing was for sure though.

If Shawna had felt the same way about the kiss Sunshine did, then there was something there, and it wasn't all in Sables head. If not, then they could hopefully just go back to being friends and forget that it ever happened.

Which path they were about to find themselves on, Sunshine didn't know. However she did plan to find out.


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"Why am I here? I can understand the question. I am not the strongest, or the fastest. I'm not extremely persuasive or clever. All I have is my blade and my resolve. Therefore, I'll prove myself, so that no one questions me or my abilities."
Appearance: A lanky man with a tense air to him, his eyes wandering unless in conversation or actively focusing on something. His hair was black before, but his Noble Arm's toll caused him extreme stress in the past, to a point where his hair began graying. His hands are unusually big, and covered with rough calluses as a result of constant training with his NA.
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 190 lbs
Build: Fit and lanky
Age: 24

Nationality: Greek

Noble Arm Name & Appearance: Helios Rod, an ornate golden and white saber.

Noble Arm Rank: B

Power: B-A (S) (Sun Stoked)
Speed: C-B (S) (Sun Stoked)
Range: E-D+ (S) (Wildfire Dance)
Persistence: D-C (S) (Sunsetter)
Precision: C-B (S) (Sunsetter)
Potential: D (S)

Helios Rod slowly grows and changes as Nico practices with and understands how to use the sword. However, this growth is held back by a combination of Nico's lack of experience and Helios Rod's volatile nature.

Noble Arm Type, Element, and Range: Support/Melee, Sun and Fire, close-to-mid-range

Noble Arm Abilities:

Burning Edge: Nico can coat his sword's edge in flames, making the sword akin to a plasma cutter, melting through most mundane metals with ease. When the edge makes contact with Moon- or Dark-themed NAs, Helios Rod flares up in an attempt to burn away the darkness. Nico isn't immune to this ability, so if Helios Rod touches him, it will burn. (Sun Stoke makes the edge burn white hot, turning almost anything mundane touched into ashes)

Inner Sun: Helios Rod gives Nico slight pyrokinesis, granting his unarmed strikes an explosive effect. The force of the explosion is equal to double the force of the original attack. Nico has to worry about the recoil from these strikes, as too many consecutive blows can cause damage to his joints. (Sunsetter delays the explosive force for a few moments, giving the strikes an element of surprise and mitigating the recoil of the strikes.)

Sun Stoke: As day approaches, Nico's speed and power are increased a rank higher than his usual, trading defense and subtlety for raw, overwhelming power. Helios Rod burns brighter and responds faster, and Nico's reflexes and strength rise to match. This makes him seem like a living comet, rushing through the battlefield to get into close range combat. However, this isn't without costs. The more Nico uses his enhanced power, the more he heats up, running the risk of hyperthermia as a battle drags on.

Radiant Burst: A wave of light extends in a 20 foot radius centered on Nico, accelerating the healing process of himself and any allies in the AoE, closing up most moderate injuries (ie. slashes, burns, and small caliber gunshots). It also blinds any enemies caught within the radius, similar to a flash grenade. This ability shifts targets depending on who Nico considers an ally or enemy at the time, so even those fighting beside Nico may be blinded if he doesn't trust them.

Wildfire Dance: During the hours of 11AM to 1PM, Nico's strikes release waves of fire. These strikes can hit targets up to 100 feet away with the force of a missile. These attacks pass through allies harmlessly, following the rules set by Radiant Burst.

Sunsetter: As night approaches, Helios Rod's abilities alter. It increases Nico's persistence and precision by a rank, giving his strikes more finesse in trade for less raw power. This gives him immunity to his own flames and boosts his regeneration to a level where most superficial wounds heal instantly (ie. scrapes and glancing blows). Sunsetter also hones Nico's mind, making his senses 4 times more acute than the average person.

Vanishing Step: Nico disappearing from one point for an instant and reappearing in a different point. This is a result of him using Helios Rod to mark a location, Nico maneuvering the opponent into having that spot outside their field of view, and returning to it in order to launch a surprise attack. He must stay within 30 feet of the mark, otherwise it dissipates.

Godspeed Dance: During the hours of 12AM to 2AM, Nico's precision reaches a point that rivals even well trained Noble Arms Masters. He can act and react to the world around him in mere milliseconds without stumbling or pausing to reposition. However, this godlike precision is costly. It severely wears down on his stamina, so he prefers using it in short bursts, making rapid movements and evasive action.

Misc Abilities:

Alertness: Nico barely needs sleep, being able to get a good night's rest in 3-4 hours. He's constantly assessing the environment, taking note of strange objects and people alike.

Multilingual: Nico knows English and French, along with his native Greek. He learned French and English as electives in school and kept studying until he was able to hold conversation with tourists and the like.

Compass: Nico's internal compass is better than the average citizen. He can ignore the sun's glare and the darkness of night to find his way back to wherever he slept before.

Personality: As a newbie to the war business, Nico attempts to not let his doubts get in the way, burying them under a veil of pride. He's not arrogant and enjoys connecting with other people, wanting to learn more about the lives of those outside of Athens. For Nico, powers are something given to those who earn it. As such he tends to take training very seriously, being annoyed at lazy Arms Masters, particularly the strong ones, who for him are choosing to waste the strength they were given. At the same time, he wishes that the weak be allowed to grow on their own and walk newer paths, a gift granted to him that he wishes to help spread to everyone. Nico is out here to prove his resolve to the world, his pride is at stake. As for the Big Three, Nico tolerates Seven Virtues, thinking of them as a bunch of pricks with the right idea and bad execution, but sees Downward Descent as psychos and nihilists, viewing their ideals as complete insanity.

 *Likes: Spicy food, sour drinks, cheese, parties, all nighters

 *Dislikes: Sweets, bland food, quiet places, lazy people, elitists, Downward Descent

 Fears: Spiders, snakes

Bio: Nico always had a fascination with knights and heroes of legends, having grown up in a country where some of the most famous myths came from. He was born in Athens at exactly high noon, a good omen. His family ran a small hotel near Athens Airport, so there was always some new person to meet, and a new story to hear. His mother and father encouraged his curiosity as a kid, letting him help around the hotel and talk to the guests. Once Nico left for university, he kept a hotel key with him as a memento.

Helios Rod appeared a month or so after Nico graduated from uni, at exactly high noon. Awakening his Noble Arm led him to take up swordplay just in case something ever happened. As he got better with the sword and his form improved, he realized that wanting to help people didn't mean much if there weren't many people in need of help. In lieu of the Greek Debt Crisis, he became a freelance mercenary for some form of steady income. Working with ASEAN gave Nico a chance to put his abilities to the test, to forge his will in fire.

*Current Goal: Protect those behind and beside him, and give others a chance to walk their path.

Military or Civilian Rank: Freelance Mercenary
Nico's Theme

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"Whoa whoa." The calm-headed pilot of the Vietnamese squadron gave out a slight bit of uneasiness as he pulled on the yoke and the warplane immediately swirled to dodge the incoming missiles and flaks. Despite the repeated training for these types of armaments, the relentless attack of the Chinese fleet felt a little bit too much if they were to proceed. They did notice particular patterns in both armaments as the squadron was toeing around the range of the carrier strike group.

"We could go through here." Nikolay said, explosions shook the yoke of his entrusted warplane. "There is a noticeable interval in the missile fire there."

"We'll still need to dodge at least another barrage of their nonsense. Is it worth the attacking chances though?" A female pilot commented.

"Weapon check." Cuong ordered. The pilots reported back a few seconds later. The temporary head of the squadron furrowed his brows at what he heard. "We could take down a couple of frigates if we pile up, or damage their carrier. But it's a heavy heavy risk."

"Also, make this as you will comrade, but I heard from some ground forces that there were attacks upon the carriers earlier in the fight, but they appeared to have already fixed that minutes later." The same voice warned. "I don't know the details, but they seem to be able to shrug off some damage pretty easily."

"Ok no then." Cuong quickly decided. This was the Chinese grand opening to a new theatre, and it was not anything new or flashy. Cuong suspected that the PLA was also deploying the same kind of show over in the Philippines as well, but against a more uncoordinated defenders this time. In that case, it simply would just be a waste.

After a couple of rounds just flipping and dodging the Chinese firepower from a relatively safe distance, the six Vietnamese planes backed off and headed back to shore, bringing back with them all 12 aircraft intact, but also not much done aside from wasting the attention of the Chinese fleet. The Chinese seemed to have relied almost solely on the Noble Arms to make progress on the beach, seeing the catastrophic destruction they caused, and to their chagrin, the squadron was not really in a position to attack the guy. They didn't really have the weapons specifically for the task of sniping an individual off the face of the planet. However, given the relatively lack of objectives for them to do, and the fact that these weren't aces for nothing...

"How would you feel if we attack that asshole on the beach instead?" Nikolay said over to his copilot.

"Uh, not good?" Cuong responded. "But given the hedgehog that is the Chinese fleet, I'd take that guy any day."

"That's all I need to hear!" Nikolay stepped over onto the comm and announced. "Alrighty comrades. We will attack that guy fighting on the beach earlier."

"What? Are you serious?" The female pilot spoke again.

"Yes, we are doing the funny run. Lotus 3, you have bombs right?" Cuong asked, to an affirmative response. "Then you go high. Everyone else, ready the cannons and spread out."

The lack of dedicated weaponry hasn't really stopped them before.

One SU-30 perked its nose up and ascended, meanwhile the other five burst out of formation like a blooming flower, approaching the shore all in different directions. Once visibility over the Chinese Noble Arms master was clear, they slowed down a little, before a message was broadcast.

"This is Lotus Squadron. We will soon commence an attack on the target at sector D1. Stay out of his position."

As soon as the broadcast stopped, all aircraft turned simultaneously towards the spearman on the beach, the one SU-30 diving down on his visually estimated position. Very soon, multiple ear-splitting noises of automatic cannon fire rattled the air, stacking on top of one another creating a long chain of auricle-menace, as the sands surrounding Huo Ren burst up in columns. Once the shooting stopped, two explosions reinvigorated the sand column.

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Rin looked over to the upset man who attempted to murder or disable her with fire coming from his spear, but before the bodyguard could react, the body of Huo Ren was ragdolled away from where she would be getting to safety with the princess. The female kunoichi would take the opportunity to drag Fuyuko away from the chaotic fight where they could avoid being in the line of sight from the Chinese man. They both wouldn't be out of harm's way yet though as a tsunami of flame would be aimed towards both young girls.

With a push out of the flaming tsunami's way, the female bodyguard of the Japanese royal tried to shield her charge from whatever burns they would suffer. The proximity of the thin wave of fire still caused nasty burns to appear on their legs and arms, but at least, Rin was able to keep Fuyuko safe from the fiery anger that Fuyuko's opponent tried to vent out. Moving out of the way and letting Fuyuko see the barrier cracking under the blue fiery wave, she hissed from the pain coming from her cut shins and knelt down to the sands with the kunoichi holding her and trying to comfort her.

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You know what, if I live through this, I'm buying better shoes.

It was a stupid thing to think while running, but the burning sands created by the Dragon's Noble Arm made the thought pop up all the same. Then he saw Huo Ren manage to get up from the cannon shot. It was as terrifying as it was baffling. Even though Nico hated that his fears were realized, the Dragon being monoplegic made this seem almost like a fair fight. Even if the railgun wasn't enough to kill the Zodiac, he'd at least try to finish the job.

At the sight of the Noble Arm appearing inches from him, he used Helios Rod's guard to bat away the tip of the burning spear. There was no hesitation this time, only his instincts guiding him. Trying his best to keep his momentum, he aimed a full force kick at Huo Ren's chest. He didn't think about getting hurt, or even death. All that mattered was making sure the Zodiac finally stayed down.


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Gender: Female

Appearance: Akyasha is much like the rest of her kin. Pale, pleasing to the eyes…. The most notable features are her bright red hair and the religious garb she wears at almost all times.

Abilities: As a Vampire, of course Akyasha has access to Blood Magic and as a devout servant of Ichor, she also has access to Divine Magic that only Clerics of Ichor would have. The Divine Magics of Ichor are essentially Blood Magic without any weakness a Vampire might have as well as the ability to summon the otherworldly servants of Ichor.

That said, she utilizes her Blood Magic in a special way. When she strikes an enemy with her Blood Magic, she attempts to put a "seed" on or in them. This "seed" starts to drain blood from it's target and will over time sprout as a Blood Magic mockery of a lily, something that Akyasha affectionately calls a "Blood Lily". After she collects the lily, she can utilize it in a couple of ways, but her favorite is in her summoning magic. The amount and quality of blood that she collected influences the creatures she would summon from using the Blood Lily.

Personality: Some describe her as an eccentric. She's a devout servant and follower of Ichor. She follows the tenets as close as she can except for one thing. While she agrees that normally, humans cannot love them, she thinks that they can be made to love them. Though, this typically means that she likes to have plenty of human thralls. Specifically, Human Women that she can dress in her religious outfits and follow the Path of Ichor.

Outside that, one could say that she is every so slightly obsessed with the Cult of Ichor and making it as perfect as she can as well as the betterment of her kin. She sees humans in three ways. The humans worth attempted to turn to the Cult of Ichor and those that are cattle meant for feeding. This does not mean the cattle are to be treated crudely as that would be against the tenets. Preferably, they are to be given their own rooms and things to do as well as well fed. That way, their blood tastes the best it could be.

The third and final way she looks at humans…. Are those worthy of ignoring. As the tenets state not to act with cruelty and treat humans with care, Akyasha finds the best way to care is to ignore those that one does not need to interact with as interaction would bring "undue attention to the undead."

Bio: Once upon a time, Akyasha was a blonde human girl with another name, turned by a Cleric of Ichor. Over the years, she dedicated her unlife to the following of Ichor and rose through the ranks. Unfortunately, during the final years she saw many of her fellow clerics felled by Paladins until finally, she was one of the last few Clerics. Of course, one of the last few didn't matter as she was impaled with a holy weapon and put into an eternal slumber. Only to eventually wake back up in an unforgiving world….

Anything else:

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Captain Argus Fellborn

It was clear that this sea monster wasn't fooling around, Argus observed as one of the pieces of floatsam was pulled beneath the waves. Argus pressed onward, wanting to stay ahead of the beast.

As they got closer to the mast in the distance, another platform beneath him was pulled under. Fortunately, he still had both his reflexes and sea legs, and was able to avoid losing his balance and falling into the water. Unfortunately, there were more skeletons coming. One of them came at him with a fishing net, intent on immobilizing him. Argus would be impressed with the creativity of it if he weren't the target.

He probably could cut his way through the net, but that'd still slow him down, and he couldn't afford even a momentary delay with that monster practically nipping at his heels. But just as a ship could sail against the wind, this could be used to his favor.

"Thanks crewmate, I need this," he mockingly spoke as he caught the edge of the net and threw it into the water behind him, hoping it might be able to slow the beast down even for a moment. Just as he began to parry and cut his way through those in his way, Cynthia's spear came hurtling forward, impaling several skeletons as it hurtled into a mast.

She's got a bit of a competitive streak, Argus noted as he took advantage of the strike to resume his flight forward. She'd make a poor candidate for a thrall- it'd be a great waste to suppress such a spirited, defiant personality with a surrender of one's will that accompanies enthrallment.

Perhaps he was jumping the gun- they still needed to escape these skeletons and this sea monster before he could think about rebuilding his crew.

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Location:
Human Village
Landshark@Asuras@VitaVitaAR

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Whether Giles had much to comment on the vampires words, he didn't speak it. He'd merely order the rest of the villagers to do as previously ordered. Quickly they'd clamor to grab anything they could, barricading and sealing off the door to the basement as the vampires made their descent…

Dragan was the first to engage, the beast hearing him approach as he'd rush towards it, hammer raised and poised to smash its face in. The creature, quickly turned its head towards the vampire knight in response and with little care for its own wellbeing met Dragan's charge with its own. Dragan's hammer met flesh, slamming the creature's face against his hammer with a sickening crack.

Whether through its own momentum or power though, it didn't have the intended effect of smashing him through the ground. Instead, it would carry through, its antlers slamming against his armor as the beasts claws, in a frenzied, gluttonous rage tried to rip and tear at his armor, trying to find anyway to get to the fleshy bits within as it gnashed its teeth and howled.

Luna's assault was as elegant as she was, it seemed. The beast, upon feeling the magical restraints on its flesh, chains attempting to bind it, shrieked, looking up from its meal just in time to see the vampire launch her assault upon it. Her sabre slashed its flesh, right near its neck, the blade cleanly cutting through it as blood oozed from its wounds. It struggled against its bonds, arms flailing and shrieking, wrapping its gnarled claws around one of the chains, pulling and wrenching the chain as another cut was delivered to its head, right through its eye.

Finally, with a hiss and a loud shriek, it managed to break the chains, flapping its weak wings and leaping into the…well, it tried, only to bang its head against the ceiling, and then promptly fall upon Luna, still aiming to claw and otherwise injure her in a somewhat admittedly unconventional manner.

From further down the hallway, the shouts of more humans, cut short. They likely weren't going to be able to save many unless they hurried. There didn't seem to be an obvious way that the beasts had gotten in down here.

Location:
Forest of Beasts
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Landing on the beast, it struggled, throwing its head and bucking its body as it'd slow to a halt, trying to throw the vampire off as she'd plunge the silver blade into the creatures arm as it made an attempt to grab her, earning another pained shriek as it'd recoil, but still not down as it'd clutch the injured arm, giving her just enough time to plunge the blade into the skull of the antlered beast, having a near immediate effected as it bucked and tried to remove the pest from its back coming to a near complete halt and almost throwing her off - and it would have, had it not been for the first creature that had finally managed to grab her.

She'd feel pain in her stomach, the beasts claws having impaled her as it'd pull her from the beast, slamming her into the ground where it'd pull its claw from her stomach, proceeding to try and maul her.

Location:
Human Village, Riverside

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Akyasha engaged the beast, bloody axe sinking into the creatures knee as it hadn't even seen or acknowledged her presence up until it was too late to avoid it. The beast howled, gurgling as it'd immediately tur blood oozing from the wound but the cut was far to shallow to reach bone, cutting through what seemed to be nothing but fat, making the beast more agitated then anything. Immediately, it'd turn, making a wide sweep with the ship mast in its arm in an attempt to slam it into the vampire nun.

Inside, Julene made it back down to the first floor, the building quickly lighting up with fire, but the undead were not so easily deterred. Not caring for their own unlife, and still burning they'd leap from the upper floor, trying to accost and drag her down with them, while the ones on the stairs and lower floor still made their way towards her.

"Tch, just die already." She'd growl, managing to block a strike from one of the undead creatures, shoving it back into a wall that was on fire. She had to get out of here before the other barrels ignited - but the things were being awfully persistent in slowing down her escape from this place.

Location:
Pirates End
Paladin

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Perhaps, Argus better be glad even considering making a servant of the Violet Witch a thrall was not considered some form of treason.

"Not far now captain!" Cynthia called back, retrieving her spear from the wood that it had found itself resting in as argus tossed the net into the water nearby…whether or not it had some effect for the moment. More skeletal undead would pull themselves from the water around them, earning an annoyed growl from Cynthia as she'd quickly engage, slicing through more and leaping through an open hole on the ships hull that she had pulled her spear from.

"This way! Hurry! That thing-!"

Too late.

Whatever it was, slammed its bulk into the ship hull, cracking its weakened frame, splintering it and sending it sinking into the waves, Cynthia disappearing further within. In the same instance, the platform under Argus was slammed into with enough force to completely shatter his already unstable footing! He'd need to act fast unless he'd want to find himself swimming with the undead and whatever creature that was.

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Dragan Meszaros

The beast was more durable than he'd expected. Even factoring momentum into play, Dragan's strike should have done more damage to its cranium than this. Enough to disable or disorient it, at least. Or perhaps the beastman just wasn't cognizant of pain. Either way, he didn't have time to waste with this one any further. The sound of screams down the hall told him as much.

As the beastman began to claw and tear at his armor, Dragan took one hand off the haft of his hammer and gripped the creature by the throat, bodily lifting it up with one hand. A sickly green glow started to emanate from his gauntlet, and the Death Knight's necrotic magics began to slough the beast's skin off its bones, rotting its flesh away. Moments later, the process was complete, and Dragan released his new skeleton minion down to the ground, where it obediently fell in line at his side. With that done, the armored vampire turned his helmet's gaze towards the cowering humans off to the side.

"Flee upstairs! Your headman is ordering the door barricaded! Let him know of our progress, we will go to aid the rest." He commanded before tearing off at a sprint towards the other set of screams, his skeleton matching his pace.

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Captain Argus Fellborn

"Cynthia!"

Argus lost his footing as the unseen leviathan destroyed the wreck. He did not want to take his chances in the water with that monster swimming around- he needed to stay on the platforms. As he fell, he managed to guide his fall forward, and stabbed his sword into the nearest wooden wreckage.

Using the sword as a handhold, he scurried up onto the floatsam, not wanting to present any part of him as a target for that monster. Judging by the way it was ramming the wreckage to try to force them into the water, Argus guessed it was either a whale or a shark. With how it was completely ignoring the skeletons in the water, it was probably under the control of their master.

Most importantly, did it have blood?

If it weren't for that monster lurking down there, Argus would use this debris as a makeshift raft. But with that thing actively hunting them, he didn't want to stay in one place too long. There wasn't much in terms of footing, but he might be able to move across the debris field if he moved quickly enough.

The pirate attempted to make his way towards where he last saw Cynthia, jumping from platform to platform like a frog on lily pads. He'd strike at any skeletons that might be in his way, but he couldn't afford to fight them- he'd have to settle for unbalancing them or knocking them into the water.

He was hopeful that Cynthia had survived that attack. After all, if something happened to her, he might not get paid.

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That house was filled with barrels that were primed to explode any moment now right? Well, this fleshy mass was the most frustrating part of fighting this creature for the moment. It would be quite easy to break this creature apart once that fleshiness was gone. With this in mind, Akyasha jump up on the mast as the creature swung it at her. From there, she used it as a jumping point to slam her axe into the creature's face, bracing herself on it's shoulder and trying to force it back toward the building that was soon going to explode and seeing what damage she could do to it with one more heft back of her before slamming the sharp end back into its face. Looking over toward the blacksmith girl, Akyasha would notice she was having a bit of trouble with the local undead population despite saying she had things under control earlier.

She gave out a whistle, calling out to the Gorebat that lead her here. It should have still been around as she didn't order it away. "Help the girl out and ensure you both get out of that explosion unscathed, try not to get noticed but so be if so." She ordered the creature. At this point, she had somewhat revealed her hand, or it was going to be revealed regardless. She planned to make this girl a thrall so goodwill never hurt to have.


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Age: 17

Appearance: Enjoying solitude...
Arcana: Hermit

Personality: A rather gloomy and brooding person by nature, Ayano doesn't really talk much and prefers it stays that way. When she's outside-a thing she does so very rarely-you'll often see her staring at the ground when walking and she usually has a troubled or discontent look on her face. One thing she keeps on demanding is for people to leave her alone, as she prefers to lock herself up in her own room. On the Internet however, her personality becomes a complete inverse of what she is, adopting an alias known as Yanary who stalks image boards and art-sharing sites, she herself runs a blog that is mostly filled with video game content. As Yanary, she masquerades as someone who is very cheerful, upbeat and overall a nice person who welcomes others with an open heart.

Equipment/Skills: Ayano is rather efficient in the world of computers, she has some basic understanding of hacking and coding but don't expect her to plant or create a virus somewhere.

Background: Ayano grew up in a simple home, she had the basics a family had: A mother, a father and a sibling or two. She had friends, was excelling in school and overall everything was fine.

Things changed during middle school though, as Ayano faced the cruelty of bullying. She was practically the center of it all, they'd talk behind her back and would even threaten to kill her if she didn't do something that appealed to them. Eventually, she took it all to heart and considered herself to be the worst person to ever live off the face of the Earth. She didn't fight back, it'd only get worse. She tried telling a teacher, it didn't do much. She told her parents, it only lasted a day.

As time went on, she became bitter and thought that her only real friends were the ones she made online. They listened to every problem she had and thought she was a good friend. She retreated into the Internet whenever she had a bad day and would just forget everything that happened.

Nowadays she's heard some freaky rumor about teenagers suddenly changing personalities and how its connected to this 'Mirror World' she heard about...

Persona: Dantalion

Appearance: A thousand faces, one mind.
Abilities:
Bewilder
Mudo
Strong against Dark
Weak against Light

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Gen Itoshi
Sunday, 26
th
, 2015 – Golden Week

Itoshi Residence

10:00 AM
The alarm went off. Why did it have to go off on a Sunday, of all days? Oh right, because Gen had forgotten to set it off. Oh well. Gen was face-down on the bed, completely covered, one arm peering from outside the hideout. It travelled towards the nightstand, fumbling carefully so as not to drop anything, and felt the alarm clock. Now, if he could only find the button… No, not that one… That one either… There! Gen flipped the switch and the alarm stopped, and the room gained once more its silent peace. A low groan could be heard from under the blankets. Maybe he should sleep until lunch? No, it was Golden Week; it was his moment. He needed to seize it as long as it was there, because then school will resume and he will not be able to loiter around.

A louder groan sounded as Gen flailed his arms a bit to uncover him. He sat on the bed, a narrow stream of drool coursing from his mouth, messy hair, and groggy eyes. He stretched. "Hmm! Okay." His feet touched the floor as he sat at the edge of the bed, his hand looking for his glasses. "Where did I leave them?" Ah, right! The drawer. He opened it and Gen took them out and put them on. Now he could he as perfectly as someone who did not need glasses. Okay, holiday routine: Start!

Gen changed into some casual clothes, and went for breakfast. Mum would probably be watching television, and would already have had eaten, so it was up to him to cook for himself. Not that he would mind, though. He usually was in charge of the kitchen when his mum had parent-teacher meetings or something of the sort.

"Good morning, mu-" She was not in the living-room/kitchen/dining-room. They lived in a very small house, so Gen would know if her mum was there or not. Apparently, she went out while he was sleeping. Maybe she went shopping. Yes, that is probably it. Gen started fixing himself something to eat. He devoured what he had prepared, and went out, locking the door behind him. On the table, he had left a note that said: "I went out. I have my cellphone on me if you need anything. Love you, Gen."

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Kotori Shirohane - Warakuma Amusement Park | Afternoon

Kotori felt some measure of relief when both of her fellow schoolmates that had come to her help waved off the whole thing; making clear that they didn't see it as too much of a hassle. Not only that, they even said that she should talk to them if she was bothered by the trio in the future - a kindness to which Kotori quickly raised her hands and shook her head. Not only did she not really think it was very likely that such a thing would be repeated, but she also wouldn't want to be a burden to either of them - but the smile that Akane gave, showing she really did not mind in the least, made her hesitate and lower her hands; giving the smallest of nods instead.

As the two introduced themselves to each other - apparently strangers to one another, though each knowing of Kotori in one way or another, Kotori quickly followed suit. Whilst she'd already met Toma before, she hadn't exactly spoken very much with Akane before. Bowing briefly, she gave her name and class, "Kotori Shirohane, also from Class 2-2," in her usual quiet voice - the nervousness from before having mostly receded by now. As Toma then asked about the three from before, Kotori gave a reluctant nod before Akane elaborated on the point - the three weren't exactly unknown around the school and had had run-ins with the Akane before, it seemed.

As her classmate spoke, Kotori looked at her in surprise - she'd heard that she was called a Prince by some of her fellow students, most of them girls, for her tendency to help out others in need, but to hear her put down taking on three boys by herself and winning - twice before even - wasn't quite the same. As she joked the she should have punched them harder, Kotori realised that whilst they'd asked if she was okay, the same couldn't be said for either of the two. "Ah, are you alright?" she asked with some concern in both voice and eyes, glancing at both Akane and Toma in turn - though there hadn't been any real violence to be seen, Kotori would have felt guilty not asking seeing as any such injury would have been incurred because of herself.

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Shizuka Otonashi || Warakuma Mall || April 26 SUN
 Once Shizu's shift at Star Drop Cafe, the cosplay cafe, was over with, she changed out of her attire and wig, wiping off the unnecessarily glam make up at the Warakuma mall public bathroom. The maid costume was to be used for the last time in awhile since this coming week's theme for the cafe was traditional Japanese with waiters as samurai and waitresses as kunoichi (female ninja). The apparent reason for this was the sudden popularity of a particular game with personified swords or somewhere along those lines.

Unfortunately, the raven haired girl was to be absent on the first day of the theme change due to an appointment she made for herself. Said appointment now stood before her, a poster for the movie beginning its screening starting tomorrow, Persona 3: Falling Down. The closet otaku girl religiously watched both of the previous movies at the theaters and the next one was no exception. The series over all was enjoyable to Shizuka which got her hooked to the point where there was no way she would miss any out for whatever reason. It was a well deserved break from her part time job anyways.

Hazel brown eyes glittered behind the long, dark locks of hair while gazing at the illustration, before dropping downward to the schedule of showing times. Her hand rummaged through her simple, white purse and picked out her flip phone. Rather than mentally taking note of the schedule, it was safer to keep a picture of it to be perfectly sure. Upon unflipping the mobile phone, a new message seemed to have arrived a couple of hours before. Pressing onto the button to view her received message, it read:

"Shizuka-chan!
Did you hear about the discount on the amusement park tickets this week? Nozomi-chan and I thought it'd be a great chance for all of us to have a bonding time♪ Text me back on when you're available so we can plan out a sched ok?
-- Rinko ✩"

A soft smile formed upon her lips as she typed out a reply right away and sent.

"I'm afraid this is the first time I've heard of it but that sounds delightful, Rinko-chan. I would love to spend time at the amusement park together! I'll be available any day after tomorrow!"

[Assistant]
Enchanted Woodland - Grand Stage
26/4/2015 Sunday

TRACK: I will Face Myself

"Oooooohohohohoho!", it appears as though Leiko's shadow was onto them. Matt was immediately buffeted by vines and roots, preventing him from attacking. Noboru with his fists won't be able to get through, but he moved quickly, and so did Kami, enough that if there was opening they can charge.

"Can't be helped. Askr!", crushing the card in his hand, Rui summoned his Persona again, putting Garu into the blade, the swordsman Persona made a wide slash, severing the vines that rushed at the party. This was their chance, and Noboru and Kami should know this too. The Garu expelled from the slash even cancelled out the next wind spell from the shadow. He didn't intend to simply wait and watch either, as his allies charged ahead, he began to cast Sukukaja on himself.

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*Kitsune Inn*
Chiaki Nettu

Chiaki was abit unnerved. She has dealt with divas before and really, this woman was no different, except, she looked like the type to actually act upon the words she spoke.
"An interesting time?" Asked Chiaki as she stood up out of the water to be at eye level with that lady. Warm spring water swiftly slid down her smooth skin and off her thighs into the water. Her hair still dry and in a fierce ponytail, she managed to look as fierce as the girl with the dragon tattoo, minus the the tattoo of course. Having to hold her twins with her arm, she looked the woman in the eyes, trying to show no weakness. With her years of acting and modeling behind her, she could pull it off. But at the same time, she could sense a terrifying aura about this person. As if they had a history of criminal offenses, or something bad like that.
"There's nothing interesting about us being here, we're just to cousins who decided to go on vacation for the golden week!" Tilting her head, she fired back a question.
"So Himura-san, why'd you come here alone? Tired of people or something? Oh by the way, I'm Chiaki Nettu and that's my cousin Ayano."

Despite the situation and how they were talking to eachother... Chiaki lowered herself into the water once more, next to Ayano and whispered to her (She might like, be lonely all by herself, should we try and be friends or something?)

[Assistant]
Kitsune inn

Jun chuckled as she noted the panic of the first girl, and the way Jugs tried to put on a brave front. In all likelihood, Chiaki did feel as if Jun wasn't that intimidating at all. Not that she was trying to be, to be honest. "Do you know who frequents this place?" She asked rhetorically, knowing that the girls had to be unaware if they thought this was just some inn they could spend their weekend at.

She sighed and sat down next to them, lowering herself until she could rest her head against the edge of the spring, reclined comfortably. "I guess the novelty of gossiping about me has worn off." She commented, more to herself than anyone, before gesturing at the exit, indicating the rest of the inn. "Sit along the corridor facing the garden tonight then. There'll be a show to watch."

"Chiaki and Ayano, is it?" Jun confirmed their names again, before smiling wryly. "I hope you two don't mind sharing the place with yakuza for the night. I'd stay away from the male guests if I were you."

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Ayano Wakahisa:Kitsune Inn
As Chiaki explained the situation to the newfound Himura person, Ayano couldn't help but just nod gently to Chiaki's words. When her cousin introduced both of them to the Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, Ayano just bowed lightly as she diverted her gaze to the intimidating girl, it was only when Chiaki whispered something to her while they were both lowered into the water. "She might like, be lonely all by herself, should we try and be friends or something?"

Ayano just shot a discontent glare at her cousin, beginning to doubt the value of their friendship. The girl just groaned before whispering back to her. "With that kind of tone and attitude, she's the kind of girl I would meet once in my life and never talk to again. If any of the stuff I've seen is valid, she's either going to kill us" Ayano paused for a moment to look back at the Dragon Tattoo Girl once more before returning to her cousin. "or she's just that 'grrr I'm tough outside but actually a really soft girl inside' trope". She said in a mocking tone. "And lonely? Really? I know lonely, if I was less of a recluse but still have very little social interaction, I wouldn't go to a hot spring inn situated miles away from Tokyo just to wallow in my self-pity, I'd do that in my bedroom." As she re-positioned herself, Ayano and her cousin were posed with a rather peculiar question from Himura.

"I dunno, people who want to relax?" Perhaps that wasn't the best answer when faced with a girl that looks like she could just beat you to a pulp. Jun then gestured somewhere around the exit of the hot springs and told them about some show to watch later on. Her interest piqued, Ayano looked back at her cousin with concern, as if to ask "Should we go and see?". Then, one word from Jun just made Ayano freeze in shock and terror, what did she say again? Yakuza? Did she just straight up say, "yakuza"? The boys with the big guns, straight up right in this inn?! Talk about inconvenience. Ayano quickly sank to the waters again and just stared in dumbfounded terror at her cousin, her whispers becoming frantic and her words becoming lost from all the panicked speed she's saying it in. "Shit, shit, shit! What do we do, what do we DO, Chi-Chi?!"