[System]
Character Role: Jedi Master
Character Age: 34
Character Gender: Male

Character Appearance: Greggory is a Caucasian human male. He stands at about 5'11'' and has a lean build. He has brown hair worn tied back, and has a short but full beard. Aside from that there is little of interest regarding his body, aside from a small scar on his right cheek attained in battle.

Character Personality: Though at times he may look grave Master Greggory is a jolly soul. He is a peace loving Jedi who makes a point to always stand for peace and justice. He has a quick witted sense of humor and almost always has a clever and oft-times sarcastic comment regardless of the situation.

Character Gear: As a Jedi Master Wick is never found without his lightsaber nearby, normally at his waist. It is a standard lightsaber, with a blue blade, thought the haft is quite decorated in the sense that it is made of a dark wood and gilded with mandalorian iron, the iron gained from a nasty run in with a bounty hunter(who also left the jedi with his scar). Aside from his chosen weapon Greggory also carries the various tools Jedi in the field are expected to have, a water rebreather, a few day's rations, a knife, and a communicator among other things. Master Wick wears the standard robes of a Jedi, his being made of a darker brown material than the usual.

Character skills: Greggory is a high level user of Soresu, the third and most defensive form of saber combat. To augment his protective style Greggory has also dabbled in Makashi and Ataru, more the former than the later. However the Jedi much prefers to settle things in a peaceful nature, favoring diplomacy over battle. Greggory, being a Jedi, is of course very much competent in the force. Of particular note is his force wall, protecting his against enemy force wielders. He is also versed in Tutaminis, the skill to repel incoming energy, in particular blaster bolts, and redirect that energy into his own force based attacks. While less skilled in it, Greggory also possess some skill in force augmentation, allowing him to bolster his physical abilities with the force, in particular his speed and endurance.

Character Backstory: Born on Alderaan, Greggory was taken to the Jedi Temple early, and lived most of his childhood there. Made Padawan to Coleman Trebor Greggory prospered under the wise tutorage of the peaceful Vurk. Greggory partook in more than one mission with his master, most of them resolving without any need for a blade. After his knighting Wick followed in his master's footsteps where he could, though there were instances where a blade made a better tool than wise words. Recently Greggory was made a master, and has even more recently taken up his own apprentice. He looks forward to teaching his own padawan, and learning as well despite the shadow falling over the galaxy.

[User]
Savaymin Rholise

Their ship that just so happens to have incredibly valuable cargo -including but not limited to a highly intelligent AI- just so happened to be teleported to an unmapped location in space, which just so happens to be inhabited by lifeforms with enhanced technology. All these "coincidences" easily add up to what we can consider a worst case scenario. The question is how do we respond to these events?

Of course, the first step is to declare a state of emergency in order to prepare everyone for probable and inevitable attack. Next, consider what your potential enemies are after, and how close they are to achieving their goal. What they want is more than obvious, and considering we are in their home territory, it is as good as theirs. This is not good in the slightest.

... a plan. They need a plan that will minimize the amount of casualties and protect the cargo or dispose of it if necessary until they find a way to contact a rescue party or another way home.

In the seconds it took for her to come up with this, Pantera orders the fireteam to rearm themselves with something that makes them look less like amateurs. Catching them before they head off, Savaymin suggests, "One of you should have a rocket launcher at the very least. We are facing an unknown enemy, and if we are lucky, their shielding technologies could still be primitive compared to ours."

"Also," she turns around to stare at the console where the ship's AI resides. "Magellan, can you give me a report on the estimated time of arrival? Make sure to also scan the proximity for any nearby ships. We don't want our new "friends" to give us any unexpected surprises."

@Nivi

[Assistant]
UNSC Spartans
The three spartans briskly salute and stride off the bridge. The one in grey, Spartan Jace, the heavy weapons specialist of the team, grumbles a bit as the door closes. "Says we're late even though we arrived within a minute of the alert, oh and by the way we need to be armed to fight the unknown enemy that apparently isn't close enough for us to shoot at with the ship weapons, much less a rocket launcher...she knows that the armory is on the way to anywhere we can use them, right? Has either of them ever heard of regulation?"
Marholm snaps back. "Shut it. Didn't you read either of their records? We can deal with...eccentricities."

UNSC AI Magellan
Magellan's form...that of a green holographic man in an old-fashioned uniform...materialized over the console. "If we continue travel without using the slipspace drive, approximately twenty years, Spartan Rholise. However due to the...unexpected transition, the drives will need to cycle the power cores and recharge before use again. This will take about eighteen hours, at which time it should be about a six minute jump to the detected planet. As for the nearby scan, I am detecting nothing within scan range. The only reason I detected the mentioned civilization is because it is reading like the entire planet...and surrounding area, in fact...is reading as some form of construct. My analysis is either an artificial planet, such as a forerunner shield world, or one that has been industrialized to an extreme degree."

[User]
Cindra Dubrovnik
As the lieutenant stammers the beginnings of an explanation, the admiral walks in and starts yelling for reports. Cinder holds up a hand to silence the lieutenant, wishing for the first time that ghosts didn't have a terrifying effect on most people, and slumps in the nearest bench. Putting her head in her hands, she inhales deeply, waits five seconds, and exhales. She repeats this breathing exercise multiple times until her heart rate evens out, then leans back and watches the room.
The Admiral didn't even know this was going to happen. They could be fucking anywhere, and the planet before them could be entirely uninhabitable. They don't know enough about the area for a jump to another system, or even another planet. They could die here-
Cinder cuts her negative thoughts off before they can progress further. This is exactly why she hates warp jumps. Something could always go wrong, and she would have no control over it. Well, the worst had happened, and she was asleep for it. Now all that matters is how she reacts, and what she can do to help the situation.
Cindra takes a deep breath and looks at the ceiling, her mind racing through countless scenarios and what she could do next. Finally, after a minute of deliberation, she stands and takes measured steps towards Admiral Magnus, reminding herself that he was not responsible for this, but he may be able to fix it.
"Sir," she begins carefully, "I would like to request that a surface scan be made, and if civilization is found, that I be the first down to scout it out. I believe a ghost would be the best option for surface reconnaissance, for obvious reasons."

[Assistant]
Jedi Master Greggory Wick

"It will be done Master Trebor." Greggory said as he began to walk away from his old mentor. Now walking towards the hangers of the Jedi Temple Greggory thought to himself. The Council Member Coleman Trebor had just informed the relatively young Master Wick that he, along with his padawan and another Master would be investigating the most recent in a series of curious occurrences, strange sensor readings and similar, with the one to be investigated being a mere few parsecs from Coruscant itself.

Considering the recent murkiness within the force, perhaps some clues could be found, if anything was even there Greggory thought as he grew closer to one of the larger hangers in the temple. The Jedi Council would have sent world for the other master coming along, but since Wick wasn't so certain his apprentice would be Greggory pulled from his belt a personal communicator, using it to make a quick message to padawan Tipolan, "We've a mission, best get to it. Meet me in the Hanger, the one my ship is kept in." Greggory said, not even bothering to see if his apprentice was able to respond.

Stepping into the hanger the Jedi Master looked over the various ships assembled. The council would supply the use of a Consular cruiser, though since it was without weapons Greggory decided he would be piloting his own Delta-7 Starfighter in case whatever was at the destination, if anything, was dangerous. Stepping towards the sleek white Starfighter Greggory called his own a red astromech chirped in an almost solemn fashion, "Yes yes R3, we'll be going soon. And we won't be dying this time either." The jedi assured his droid. R3-G5 made a low whirling sound from within itself as Greggory checked over the ship's exterior, assuring that the ship was primed and ready for the mission at hand while remaining certain that the republic pilots upon the cruiser would be doing the same. Any moment the other two jedi would arrive, at least twas Greggory's hope, he wanted to discus the mission will somebody and R3 was poor conversation.

[User]
Wrenu Tipolan

"...so you see, that's how the pirates didn't notice us!" Wrenu grinned at his two friends as they both laughed along with him at one of the stories of his times with his Master. "Mm, so are you-" "We've a mission, best get to it. Meet me in the Hanger, the one my ship is kept in." Greggory's voice startled the three as it blared from Wrenu's belt which his communicated sat. "Guess that answers my question..." the girl replied before she and her sister both stood up and bowed. "May the Force be with you Padawan Tipolan." one of the sisters said before they slowly watched him go.

He rushed down to the hanger through two silent as ever temple guards on their patrol, him not looking back at their vaguely creepy masks as they turned to look at him. He entered into the hanger and slowed down quickly, now moving to where he could see him master was. He smoothed down his robe and said as he arrived "Greetings Master, where are we off to now?"

[Assistant]
Olu Bumdoa

"R7, no. No! No. No. I said no!" Olu scolded his personal droid whilst they made way for the hangar. The Jedi Master most likely looked rather awkward arguing with a droid in plain public. Within due time, the duo set foot onto the hangar. Crouching behind R7, Olu patted him over the helm. "Go plot a course for the anomaly." Olu asked of his droid, pointing a finger to his respective starfighter.

Sending his droid off, Olu turned suit to face his fellow Jedi Master Greggory, whom happened to be standing right there in the hangar. Silently treading up to Greggory, he poked him on one shoulder and immediately darted to the opposite side of where he poked him. "Boo!" Olu exclaimed, in attempts of startling his old acquaintance. Without even witnessing Greggory's reaction, Olu burst into sudden laughter and dramatically slapped his knee, holding onto his stomach. "Paaahahahah! Master Wick! How much time has it been?~"

[User]
Admiral Owen Magnus

The admiral glances toward the Ghost...Cinder...and replies, "I have already called for a full scanner sweep of the system, Agent. This will include a more detailed scan of both the planet and it's ring. And I will remember that you volunteered to be among the first landing parties, but only if I think you are needed, Ghosts should never be deployed without a plan in mind." Owen turns and walks to a near by comm panel:
"Attention Crew, this is Admiral Magnus speaking. A few moments ago this ship flew into a wormhole. Though it was no one's fault, we now find ourselves in an uncharted part of space, so far as we currently know we are alone, and without damage. I do not know how long we will be away from known space, so let's be ready for a long stay. Now on to more immediate matters, all on duty personnel are to run through the emergence checklist for your designated areas. All off duty personnel should get some rest, the last thing I need is a overworked and tired crew. That is all."
The Admiral turns away from the comm and starts toward the Bridge door, before abruptly turning back as an afterthought. "Oh, Lieutenant." Owen calls to a bridge officer. "Have comms see if there is any comm traffic nearby, and science team send a report on the worm hole to my cabin."

[Assistant]
Perelliator Bridge Crew

The addressed lieutenant looks back to the Admiral and nods affirmation. "Yes, sir. Oh, and sir, the scanner sweep is finishing up, should we send that report to your cabin too?"

[User]
Everything was looking good. R5, or rather R5's head was hooked into the ship, the cannons were functional, the engines looked alright. Greggory was far from the best pilot or mechanic, but everything looked good. Everything was ready, assuming the handful of crew upon the cruiser were ready as well. Mulling over his sleek white and red ship Greggory suddenly felt wary. As if somebody was watching him. Perhaps even sneaking up on him, before the Jedi Master could respond though he felt a finger on his shoulder, and suddenly, "Boo!"
Greggory flinched, but caught himself, and soon was laughing alongside the other Master, "Olu Bumdoa, It's been ages. Too long indeed..."

Not even a full moment later a young Mikkian walked over, asking of their destination. "Ah, Master Bumboa may I introduce you to my padawan, Wrenu Tipolan." Greggory said, introducing his apprentice. "As for our mission, the Order has been picking up on strange anomalies, curious sensor readings and the like. One has just occurred a few parsecs from our current destination, and we're to be the lucky ones to find out what it is. While I and Master Bumboa take starfighters you Wrenu will be enjoying the luxury of that there cruiser." Master Wick said while waving his hand in the direction of the diplomatic vessel. "Any questions?"


[System]
Age: 18
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 145 lbs
Path: Kurai

Weapon: Katana

Appearance:

Personality: Hitomi is very quiet and reserved; she doesn't care for loud noises or grand displays. When speaking to her, it may take some time for her to respond because she chooses her words very carefully. She may at times seem detached from the world we live in, but she is well aware of what is happening in her vicinity at any given time. She tends not to get close to people, because such a thing for her is akin to a sacred bond that can never be broken. She loathes deception and more than that, being pitied.

Biography: Born completely blind, Hitomi has lived her entire life in darkness. That being said, she is more than capable of taking care of herself, to the point that she has even trained to manipulate the darkness which constantly surrounds her. Ordinary schools didn't seem to challenge her enough, so she and her parents decided that she had to find a greater challenge. Perhaps there was a place where she would not only be challenged academically, but perhaps magically as well…

Martial Art Style:
1.) Aikido – A form of hand-to-hand martial arts that focus on redirecting and terminating attacks, utilizing turning movements, throws, and joint locks.
2.) Aiki-ken – A form of swordplay that utilizes techniques found in Aikido.

Magic Style:
1.) Shadow Mimicry – Hitomi can transform herself into a living shadow, which grants her great speed, and the ability to slip through cracks. However, the shadow she becomes is a physical object and as such, she can still be harmed while in this form.
2.) Shadow Manipulation – She can manipulate shadows that are already cast, turning them into physical forms (they have a silky texture) that she can use to bind or strike her opponents.
3.) Shadow Empathy – More for her own benefit than an actual attack, she can use the shadows to "feel" her way around different areas and surfaces.

[User]
Let's see, making a cheerful entrance? Check. Roommates freaking out? Check, but he was actually not expecting that one. Everyone laughing about it afterwards? Uncheck. Anything going the way he thought they would after making his entrance...Unchecked, crossed out, unfriended, disliked, unsubscribed, and whatever else that can emphasize how that part didn't happen with a vengeance.

Hikaru was expecting them to be a little surprised, but when he felt the air shift from something small and sharp flying towards him, he could tell that his entrance had the intended effect times five. He barely managed to get out of the object's way, saving strands of his hair, and making him question if the one who threw it was either a bad aim, or just giving him a warning. The hard thud of the object embedding itself into the wall behind him didn't help him with that thought.

First thoughts on his roommates: they're the darker ones that won't hesitate to beat the crap out of him if he pisses them off. Second thoughts: They view him as an insect, and wanted to remind him of his place. Mind you, both of these thoughts were BEFORE he even tuened his full attention as to who they were, but the fact that something sharp whizzed past his head before he was even done saying hello, kind of makes a poor first impression.

An awkward moment of silence passed, before Hikaru realized that one of his roommates was actually surprised...well, as surprised as one can look, glaring at the ceiling. That hard expression on her face did soften, but the feeling of being looked down upon by an angry goddess did not. Maybe it was just Hikaru's view of her, but for some reason, he was just REALLY afraid of her.

"This is a bit awkward, rooming with someone of the opposite gender and someone I haven't even met up until now. But, I'd rather try to make the best of it, so we all might as well introduce ourselves. I'm Hamano Kaori, formerly of a temple, if the clothes didn't give me away. I can't say I'm looking forward to sharing a room, but I can say that I'm willing to work with it and try to get used to the idea and get to know you both better."

Aaaand of course. She's one of the more intelligent and serious students here. Hikaru should've seen that coming. Figures he'd get paired up with some of the better students. He guessed fate really wanted to rub it in that there were others with much better reasons to be there.

Before Hikaru got a chance to think about the fact that people of the opposite gender not normally sharing a room, his other roommate spoke. Yes, the girl who immediately threw a knife at him spoke up in a respectful way...to Kaori.

"Nice to meet you Kaori-chan. I hope you don't mind the informalities, but that would make us get used to each other a little quicker. Victorica Winterfield, both your roommate and classmate. I don't think I'll be much of a bother to you during our time together, as for this guy. I don't think he'll be much of a bother either."

That didn't sound good. It didn't help when she turned and smiled at him in a way that made him feel like she'd do horrible things to him if he angered her.

"I hope we get along with each other."

"I...you...Wait a sec!

Hikaru was speechless at first, fearing that the next few words would spell the end for him. In an effort to hide that fear, he focused on the knife, getting a little irritated. He wasn't going to let what happened before just go unnoticed. She threw a knife at him! Who does that!? Why? Did he really seem THAT dangerous?!

...Despite trying to speak out about it in an angry fashion, he just couldn't do it. He didn't want to tick off his roommates within the first few minutes of actually meeting them. So, he just gave up on the idea.

"Nevermind..."

Hikaru took another moment to cough, and adjust himself for another attempt at an introduction.

"Anyway...Yoshino Hikaru, at your service! Please don't kill me in my sleep!"

By the time Hikaru realized what he said, it was too late. One of his inner thoughts were made known to the girls.

[Assistant]
Of course not. This would be a pain. Hanzõ sighs and opens his eyes, looking directly at his new roommate. it had to be the youngest, laziest, most irritating student he knew so far. Yoshito Nambu, he engraved that name into his mind before closing his eyes again. he did not mind him not approaching him in anyway, if anything he would have done something far from polite if he did."Okihika Hanzõ, though, I am sure you knew at least that much already." He replied dryly, living here just became even duller than before. But wait, what's this? Someone was stepping lightly outside, someone that surely was not present before. There was a different echo in their steps, different beat i ntheir heart. it was a female, and there was an odd sound in her heart.

Hanzõ's eyes open up and he stands up slowly. Go, go outside. Something, someone, whispered into his mind. He heads for the door, disregarding his roommate completely. Something was up right outside. He walks to the door and opens it, stepping outside and sliding the door shut and stands before it. His eyes lock at the woman and he feels odd sense of nostalgia upon seeing her, although he's quite sure that this woman is a stranger to him. Suddenly something stings at the back of his head and he blinks once before letting out a single cough.

"Lady..Kazumi." he then speaks out slowly. He knew her name for some reason, and for another reason he suddenly knew many other things. Such as, how the school looked way back, some of the students and the teachers. It made his head ache and his vision blur just for a moment and drew a grunt out of him."Well, this is..interesting." He mumbled and flashed a grin, his eyes close and his breathe steadies."I am Okihika Hanzõ, although I am sure that you knew, afterall, there would be no other reason for you to drag yourself to this place, but me."

[User]
Hitomi heard the headmaster enter the living room and felt the breeze he left behind as he quickly left, telling her to stay put. Instinctively, she leaned over and seemed to watch as he left the dorm room. The fact that the headmaster was leaving in a hurry didn't so much concern Hitomi, after all, he could've been pulled away on headmaster business. No, that wasn't what concerned her... it was the sound of two wooden sheaths clacking together that got her attention. Why would he need to bring his swords with him? She furrowed her brow for a few moments, wondering if it was Sin'chi, or the Headmaster who gave her the command to remain where she was. If it had been the Headmaster, she would have no choice but to obey without question.

She stood up from the couch and made her way to her room, where she kept her own sword. Silently, she picked it up and slid the sheath through a loop in her belt.

If it was Sin'chi who gave the command, she would have to follow, as he was her roommate. After securing her blade, she stepped out of her room and toward the door.

The safety of her roommates was first and foremost in her mind. She let out a little smile as she felt for Sin'chi's energy. He hadn't gotten far, and with such a powerful aura, he'd be easy to follow. But before leaving, she called out to Amy, "I feel that we should follow him; he could need our help."

[Assistant]
Suddenly, the headmaster seemed very serious, and he seemed to be confirming his blades were there. After a moment, he was charging out the door, stopping only to tell them to wait here. Now, under most circumstances, she would have obeyed that command without hesitation. Anything to make this guy so serious, well, it couldn't be good for them or their health. Sadly, of course, this man was her room-mate, which meant she had to help him, protect him and take care of him. That was her duty, and so with a nod of self-affirmation, she darted int her room and tied a green bandana around her head, the bandana of her mentor's mentor, a woman known to her only as The Boss. It was said this bandana brought great luck to whosoever wore it, so anytime she felt she would be in for a real fight or an important event, she'd wear it for that extra boost of luck. Not that she actually believed it did anything, it was just a piece of dyed cloth after all, but it at least made her feel better, feeling like her mentor's mentor watched over her.

It response to Hitomi, Amy nodded but quickly realized the futility of such an action, saying "Yeah, let's go help him out. It's my calling to protect you guys, everyone I'm close to. Let's go!" With that enthusiastic declaration, she drew her knives and opened the door to slink out. It was easy enough to track him based on his power level alone, while keeping her own firmly in check. She'd stealthily make her way along, taking point since Hitomi was blind. To help keep them in sync, she sheathed a knife and used that hand to hold one of Hitomi's own, so that the two could stop on a dime, with Amy whispering "If I squeeze your hand, it means stop, if I tug it it means go. We want to stay quiet for this, so we can't afford to communicate verbally anymore." That done, Amy would stealthily sneak along behind, trying to keep Sin'chi within her sights without entering his own. She'd grown up amongst soldiers, so learning to move without being heard was thankfully part of the upbringing, and something she was pretty good at since she was so light.

[User]
The boy was surely not what she expected. He was skinnier than Akihiko and ignorant. Lady Kazumi simply looked the boy in his eyes as he spoke. She could detect the sheer confusion within him, acknowledging that the boy did not know of the power that dwells inside of him. Did he know that Akihiko called out to his soul from the dark portal he was trapped in? Did he know that he was next in line to take his place? Then she remembered Akihiko's final words before he disappeared along with Junichi.

"I will return to this world once again when my dark energy sense someone who is worthy of my spiritual essence. One day…the resurrection will begin with the Nisshoku is imminent. My love will not wait long" Akihiko said while stroking her cheek.

Lady Kazumi smiled at the boy hearing of his potential through mysterious contacts. She was notified of his existence and that he was potentially the vessel that Akihiko spoke of. But when she saw Okihika for the first time she could sense his power. Yes…the stories were true. A dark presence resides in his heart that he has not fully awakened yet. He does not know of what power he possesses.

She simply smiled and entered his room without saying anything. The ones who followed her entered as well, keeping Hanzo at bay. One of the guards quickly dashed forward at Yoshito and held his blade at the kid's throat then paused when Kazumi looked at her guard. The man nodded to her and lowered his sword, turning his back to the wall facing the entire room; the rest of her guards did the same. As she walked around the room she ran her hands gently across the furnishings, getting a good feel of the material used to make them. Afterwards, she stopped and faced him.

"Poor boy, you do not know who you truly are do you?" she said.

Suddenly, her eyes snapped to the right and felt a presence searching for her.

"We are being followed." Kazumi finished.

Sin'chi was roaming down the halls and paused for second because he detected the energy of two others approaching. He shook his head and knew it was the girls following him. Turning around he did not see them but he could feel them.

"I thought I told you two to stay put. Go warn Kaori, Hikaru and Victorique that there is a dangerous presence here. I want you all to stay hidden, understand? This is the final warning." Hajime demanded.

He then turned around and continued searching for Lady Kazumi. It was difficult finding her because unlike the others her energy levels were non-existent. Her being is well ancient and she knew things from the days of old that many in this new generation did not. But he had to find her…he just had to!

[Assistant]
Initially, Hitomi was offended that Amy grabbed her hand, probably thinking that she'd need help navigating the corridors of the academy. She was not some helpless invalid! However, when Amy revealed her strategy of squeezing and tugging her hand to control their advance, Hitomi simply nodded, her way of acquiescing to and acknowledging Amy's cleverness.

The two found the headmaster with little trouble, but, as it turns out, he had also found them. "I thought I told you two to stay put. Go warn Kaori, Hikaru and Victorique that there is a dangerous presence here. I want you all to stay hidden, understand? This is the final warning."

Hitomi furrowed her brow, knowing that this was the Headmaster speaking to them. If this 'presence' troubled him enough that he saw the need to warn the other students about it, then Hitomi would obey...although she had this feeling in the back of her mind, that this was a ruse by the headmaster to keep them away from whatever the presence was. Either way, she was in no position to argue. Still holding Amy's hand, she gave it a quick squeeze, indicating to her that they should do as he says.


[System]
* Age: 228
* Gender: Female
* Race: Sentient Undead (Human)
* Appearance:
 Though at one time as shiny and luminescent as pictured, Tyaethe's armour has lost much of its lustre due to a combination of two hundred years of constant use and an inability to perfectly clean it whilst in use. The result is a blurring of the intricate detailing on the paladin's shield and armour, and the shining metal is now a dull grey verging on black—when not coated in blood. It got cleaned. The scarf obscures how the throat is heavily armoured, beyond what one would expect of such an ensemble.
Though none still in the knights can say for certain what she looks like underneath all the armour, her eyes are clearly an unusually brilliant red and her hair white. Since the armour's on the intentionally bulky side and doesn't come off, it's not quite clear what Tyaethe's height is... though probably over six feet. Currently, she seems to be trapped in appearance as a child... though her armour's size doesn't quite mesh with the old paintings.
* Personality: If there's one thing that all her instructors tried to do, it was to cure Tyaethe of her temper. Fervour and determination in a battle is all well and good but carrying that attitude over to your everyday life? Despite their efforts, it was a fruitless endeavour and the tall paladin is as irascible as ever, though with enough self-control to avoid the worst outcomes.
At heart, Tyaethe is a dutiful knight and a good person. So despite her frequent anger, she has never once backed down on her duties or struck out at a child or someone truly innocent, even if rather aggressive verbally. Her unfaltering devotion to her duty—or anything else, as she seems too stubborn to ever back down—is best exemplified by her continued presence in the Iron Rose Knights, despite the drift from being a religious order.
Something more familiar to the newer recruits than the veterans is her sullenness and risk-taking. Not a behaviour always evident but at the same time a concerning trend, as if her patience for something is running out.
One trait carried over from her normal life is a dislike of being seen out of her armour. Since Elionne's death, this has exacerbated into a full refusal to remove it for any reason short of their first captain's return. Partly, at least, this is to prevent anyone from learning of her undeath and to preserve the idea of an immortal knight.
* Brief Backstory: Tyaethe was born to a minor noble family and, as the only child, was expected to carry on the family's duty as knights. To this end, at the age of seven, her education was entrusted to an important but highly religious duke that owed her father his life. It was for this reason that instead of continuing on to be a squire, the young Tyaethe pledged her service to the church and became a paladin.
As an adult, her strength and steadfast service was admirable, even though her hot-headed attitude caused friction with some of those she had to work with. It was for this reason that she was granted the honour of protecting the High Priestess and, when reports of an incoming force surfaced, left Falthir in order to conduct the fighting when she wouldn't be at risk. Naturally, this backfired and it was only Elionne's intervention that prevented the deception from being successful due to the diversion of the guards.
Owing the maiden for fulfilling her duty where she could not, Tyaethe swore to serve her in life and in death, second only to the goddesses. Part of the Iron Rose Knights since their inception, Tyaethe's death came in a pitched battle where their foes managed to split herself, Elionne, and some less experienced knights from the majority of their comrades.
The reason for her survival has never been perfectly explained. Some of the knights assumed it was just sheer luck and the high level of mana in the region and the more religious assigned it to divine intervention. Some of her detractors have even accused Tyaethe of dabbling in necromancy. As for the paladin herself, she cites her oath and willpower, as well as a refusal to go down whilst Elionne was still in danger. The fact of her undeath has been kept a secret within the knights, to cultivate a reputation as an immortal holy warrior, though doubtless people have guessed the truth.
Tyaethe has been unsurprisingly steadily more bitter since the original captain left, wanting to know why and find out what happened. Despite this, she has faithfully explained new captains their duties and guided them through it, even as the knights have drifted further and further from the religious unit she joined.
* Equipment: Forged nearly two hundred years before, the styling of Tyaethe's armour is antiquated to say the least—though the decorations, obscured as they are, resemble the current pieces made on the behalf of the church. Few people can move efficiently in such weighty protection, let alone adjust to how it restricts movement in order to fight but even going for its vulnerabilities leads to a difficult time in scoring a fatal injury. Of particular note is the one addition made before Elionne left: a reinforced gorget, to make even accidental decapitation even less likely.
Her other armament consists of a sword that most refuse to treat as one and an immense shield. Both are as long as she is tall and the sword itself unreasonably broad and tough; it crushes as much as it actually cuts. The shield, scratched though the design is over the years, contains a wolf rampant in its design—a lesser-used Mayonite symbol.
All three pieces were blessed and enchanted to regenerate under moonlight, since even before Tyaethe's death they took vast amounts of punishment and repairing them manually was prohibitively costly.
* Skills: Raised as a member of the nobility and intended to become a far more ordinary knight, Tyaethe knows falconry, board games, how to ride, and the social graces needed for polite company. All of these skills, save the riding—and that relies on draught horses in her case—are incredibly rusty skills due to neglect. Her literacy and ability to recite scripture on a whim, due to her training as a paladin, are as strong as ever.
In combat, Tyaethe's immense strength and armour leads to an approach best likened to an oncoming tide: she's not the most agile or that hard to hit but actually stopping her or resisting the offence is futile. Her speed can also be deceptive; she chooses to adopt a slow approach for psychological reasons and is more than capable of surging forwards to strike down a threat. Though a shield might seem redundant with such armour, she happily uses it as a second weapon or to force an opening from someone hoping to budge her defence.
With over a century of experience on her side and an initial training in the arts of warfare, Tyaethe is also a valuable tactical and strategic source—provided that you ask her opinion when she's not agitated in some manner and ensure that the reason Tyaethe suggests she be put in the thick of it is due to needing an immovable obstacle.

[User]
True to his word, Tiral had delivered the mistress to the Captain following his own studies, and, as he had expected, was told that he was going to be dragged along for formalities' sake. The thinly-veiled look of irritation was soon followed by one of dejected acceptance. An order like this wasn't something he was in any position to contest, and though he would have preferred to become something more useful to the Knights as a whole, this occasion seemed to take a higher priority to his superiors.

So the afternoon passed without incident as the ice mage returned to his room to find some sort of outfit that might possibly make himself look passable in any sense of the word. Even if he was a member of the Iron Rose, his origins were still low enough that it was likely that people would look down on him. That plus the fact that he funneled more money into research materials and magical equipment (that dagger sure as hell wasn't cheap, after all!) meant that was was somewhat... Unprepared for the event.

With a sigh, the ice mage dug through his own wardrobe, praying that there might have been something in there that would not let him be the laughingstock of the event. By some miracle, at least, there seemed to be some sort of clothing in that shallow closet that he called his own that wasn't picked out solely for comfort or utility. A pair of dress pants and some sort of shirt that looked... Sort of fancy? There was also a pair of shoes that didn't look like they had seen the hell of a battlefield lying around...

So at the very least, he wasn't going to look like a COMPLETE fool.

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With his dagger concealed under his shirt and an annoyed expression that betrayed his current opinion on the matter, Tiral continued walking calmly behind the rest of the entourage. Everyone else seemed to have deeper pockets and more frivolous spending habits than he did (given how fancy everyone else seemed to look now), which ended up making the ice mage unsure how how much or how little he stood out. It'd be best if he could blend into the background during this ordeal, but given the invitation (and judging by how Sir Ian was currently being mobbed by women) the chances of that seemed very unlikely.

Before he could even try to do so, however, Tiral caught a glimpse of the Captain being...
...
Did that count as sexual harassment?

"...Uh... I... I'm not going to ask..." he sighed, turning away and shaking his head as the group entered the venue. It was every bit as grand as Tiral had expected, and though he was still averse to even come here in the first place, it wouldn't have been a lie to say he was impressed by the grandeur of it all.
...
Now, if only had this been under different circumstances might he not have been so irritable. Social gatherings were like the bane of his existence. The heat, the sweat, the superficiality of it all...
At least magicians told you when you screwed up. With these people, everything was all veiled behind smoke and mirrors.

[Assistant]
Earlier on Viviane ever the one to be prepared had a dress that she ended up taking a bit of time to make sure it was on correctly. Due to her lack of maids to be able to help her it took awhile to make sure it was on perfectly. Beyond that she couldn't help but believe that even if she was doing it alone she grew learning how to do these by herself should the need arise. Despite not believing she would need to do such so soon. She chose to pick a elegant like dress that did not impede her movement should the need arise for her to run. The navy dress Showed quite a bit of her back though and a bit of her chest. Some would say it was a daring choice due to the amount of skin it showed but it was honestly one of her better choices. In the end she decided to forego her traditional style for her hair and fixed it in a more elegant braid suiting the occasion she thought to herself. Standing up she walked towards the large mirror adorning her borrowed room spinning around to see how it looked. Deciding to use a more subdued colors rather than her vibrant red for color choice really made her seem like a different person she supposed.

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Walking down towards the ball room her large heeled boots seemingly clacking with each step as she looked around for the captain or at least a familiar face. Being somewhat paranoid at what could happen she did not go unarmed. a small dagger was hidden expertly on her body as well. Reaching the ball room she didn't have to wait long to spot the captain before she was given a odd greeting. Seeing it as a good time as any to approach she stepped forward a demure smile gracing her lips. "Ah honored Captain it is a pleasure to see you again." Viviane spoke up as she faced the captain. "Pray tell how do you fare this eve?" She added as well her lessons from her childhood on how to act in these events showing itself.

[User]
Tyaethe paused to regain her composure at the entrance to the palace and, more importantly, readjust her sword so that it wasn't dragging on the ground again. It was so inconvenient to be carting it around out of armour but, whilst she might be willing to sacrifice her protection in order to attend a ball, she was never going to try protecting her Captain with anything less than her best offence. It wasn't like the guards minded terribly--the sword was sufficient proof of her identity and position amongst the knights.

She tuned out the introduction that accompanied her entrance into the ball; it wasn't like there was anything important there. Much better to try and focus on how to adjust this dress: it was too frilly and lacy but it had been the only thing the undead had dug up that was both suitably formal and fit. That didn't excuse how the lace on the sleeves extended past her fingers or how some overly enthusiastic dressmaker had chosen to embroider pearls all over the place and give the skirt multiple layers. Had it been up to Tyaethe, the frilly and cute abomination would never have been brought into existence.

Refusing a gift would have been wrong.

Admittedly, the cloth-of-gold scarf probably wasn't helping with making it any more comfortable. She'd be damned before she stopped wearing scarves, however, and the two century old ribbon had been dusted off and put to use. Scarves were one of the easiest ways to recognise her--if the pale skin and red eyes didn't, surely the completely superfluous scarf would?

The paladin made her way over to the numerous refreshments, sizing them up, before grabbing the darkest ale hidden along the tables and shooting glares at the onlookers asking if that was entirely a reasonable choice. She was already suffering through this by being out of armour and there was no way that the red-eyed paladin was going to abstain from something she enjoyed after two centuries without. All the fancy wines could be left to the poncy nobles.

Now that she was suitably braced for the inevitable politics that were going to happen, Tyaethe stomped her way over to the captain. There were numerous clues for the knights at who had joined their little conglomeration, after all, but the biggest came from similarity to a certain portrait stuffed in a corner of Candaeln. There were the familiar features seen through a visor, the enormous sword slung across her back, but most telling was the portrait's ankle-length white braid and its golden bow. Tyaethe in the picture had, however, been considerably more practically dressed. She had also been an adult.

For some reason, the Immortal Knight of the Iron Roses appeared to be nine years old and incredibly grumpy about the whole affair.


[System]
{ Ignore the tail }
Alias: Princess Kinoko/Kinokou, Princess of All Saiyans, Son Kinoko/Kinokou, Kino, Universe 7's Last Female Saiyan, Third-Mightiest Saiyan.
Date of Birth: April 18, Age 735.

Age: 44 (physically 24-29).
Height: 5' 7".
Weight: 121 lbs.
Species: Pure-Saiyan.
Gender: Female.

Relatives/Relationships:
* Bardock (biological father; deceased).
* Queen of Planet Vegeta (biological mother; deceased).
* Raditz (older paternal half-brother/former teammate; deceased).
* Vegeta (older maternal half-brother/mentor/teammate).
* Kakarot/Goku (younger paternal half-brother/teammate).
* Tarble (younger maternal half-brother).
* Android 21/"Amaia" (younger adoptive-sister/teammate).
* Gohan (paternal half-nephew/teammate).
* Goten (paternal half-nephew).
* Trunks (maternal half-nephew/godson).
* Bulla (maternal half-niece/goddaughter).
* Pan (paternal half-grandniece/goddaughter).
* Chi-Chi (sister-in-law).
* Gure (sister-in-law).
* Bulma (sister-in-law).

Occupation(s): Princess of Planet Vegeta (formerly); High-Class Warrior; Part-Time Farmer/Grocery Clerk.
Affiliation(s): Dragon Team/Z-Fighters.
Former Affiliation(s): Galactic Frieza Army.

Hair Color: Black.
Eye Color: Black.

Personality: Pure, Impulsive (a little), Capable, Short-Tempered, Competitive, Stubborn, Determined (obsessively), Unstable (somewhat), and Gentle (yet Tough).
(When Turned-Evil: Sadistic, Aggressive, Selfish, Devious, Cold, and Arrogant.)

Power(s): Super Saiyan 1-3 (nearly 4), including Blue.
Abilities: Superhuman Strength/Speed/Durability/Senses, High-Low Temperature Resistance, Martial Arts, Acrobatics, Flight, Afterimage/IT, Telekinesis, Ki-Control/Sense/Transfer/Regeneration, Kamehameha (taught by Goku), Galick Gun, Big-Bang Attack (taught by Vegeta).

Voiced By (actor/actress):
Theme Song(s):

[User]
The princess took notice ice of their quick transformations, as well as their sudden increase in power. For that, she let a rush of energy run through her body until it radiated blue. With a shout, her hair began to turn blue, slowly from root to tip, as it still trailed down to her waist. The blue aura surrounded her, creating a few giant cracks in the Earth. Once she opened her eyes, the aura disappeared, making her blue hair seem as if it was natural.

She could only grin in amusement at her two brothers, once they started the bicker. Goku was just too nice, while Vegeta didn't seem to accept the fact his own sister can have some fun with her little brother. It only begged the question whether if the prince was jealous of her hanging out with Goku. Well, it did kind of explain the fact that she and Vegeta trained together constantly, while leaving Goku out to dry.

Maybe if she did win this battle, she can finally get some time with Goku. "I'll make him sweat, alright. Consider this as an opportunity to see my combat skills, at its fullest", she commented before taking stance, and maintaining full focus on the two of them. In all of her years growing up in the Frieza Force, such power wasn't to be expected from the female Saiyan; she had managed to overwhelm a large amount of troops, and overpower her former Saiyan teammates: Nappa and Raditz, mainly because they weren't on the same level of strength that she and Vegeta shared.

This time, instead of letting them attack her first, she advanced on them. Before she landed a blow, she disappeared, before appearing above Vegeta, and hitting him on the head with both of her forearms, causing him to plummet from the sky, and to the ground.

[Assistant]
Goku blinked as he watched Vegeta crash into the ground below, he scratched his cheek and moved a few feet away from Kinoko at that.
"I think you made him mad," Goku said. "I'm just going to move over here for a second."
The sky started to turn dark as lightning crashed around them, a burst of power exploding from the hole where Vegeta landed, it seemed his power vanished for a moment before a hand gripped Kinoko's shoulder with immense force, Vegeta hovering directly behind Kinoko his power coming out in waves as he glared at his sister.
"Grit your teeth."
That was the only warning he gave before his fist slammed into Kinoko's cheek sending her flying towards one of the cliffs, Goku brought a hand to his face as Vegeta built energy into his hands and started firing continuous blasts towards Kinoko only stopping when the cliffs themselves were basically ash.
"Vegeta that was a bit much," Goku said.
"I don't see any point in holding back if she wants to hang out with you that badly," Vegeta responded.
"Bulma's not going to be happy if she comes back all bruised."
"Neither is your woman."
The two Saiyan's looked at each other before realizing the mess they had got themselves into too, still they turned towards Kinoko knowing she wasn't going to go down from one punch and got back into stance, whatever would come, they'd deal with it later.

---

Ryo let out a small sigh and as he went to get more water, he looked over at Soru who was chatting with a few female executives nearby. A few looking particularly lovestruck, except Miss Haruna but she was always like that. Soru believed she was married so he didn't flirt with her, though it didn't make the scene any less painful, those woman didn't even look in his direction after all because he was a lowly janitor. Soru was in the same job and just watching how invested they were in the conversation was a little depressing. Ryo sighed a little and started filling his bucket. Hearing footsteps he noticed three young men approach, two of them in black suits, one a bit plump with a shaved head, and the other skinny with bob cut hair. The last one was in a white suit wearing pretty gaudy jewelry with slicked back black hair.
"Well hey there," the white dressed man said.
"...Hey Tasu," Ryo said removing the bottom of one of his mops.

The man next to him was named Tasu and he was the son of one of the executives here, the executive was apparently pretty high up meaning Tasu was rich, and the two next to him was his underlings, he didn't know their names so he just called the fat one Hench 1 and the skinny one Hench 2, the suits they had on were given to them by Tasu but they had family in the building too.
Tasu walked over and kicked over Ryo's bucket of water.
"Whoops...my bad," Tasu said.
"Ah it's no problem," Ryo said grabbing the bucket. "Happens to best of us."
Soru filled the bucket up once again only for it to be kicked over again, he mentally sighed as this happened on occasion, part of being on the lowest rungs of society. He filled the bucket again and held it this time since he was heading back, but Hench 1 tripped him causing him to fall and drop the bucket and mop.
"Yep...one of those days huh..." Ryo thought.
Tasu stared down at Ryo his eyes narrowing before he raised his black dress shoes and slammed them on Ryo's back.
"Oi...you got dirty mop water on my shoes. Clean it off...that's your job right!"
He repeatedly stepped on Ryo before motioning to his henchman who nodded and stepped on Ryo as well with the same excuse, after a few minutes of this the young men walked away laughing to themselves, leaving Ryo on the ground covered in dirt and bruises. With a small sigh Ryo climbed to his feet and brushed the dirt off his uniform.
"Ryo!"
Ryo turned seeing Soru run up to him, he helped him brush off the dirt narrowing his eyes at the figures in the distance.
"Damn it did those bastards do this...I'm sorry man, you should have told me you were going to refill. You know they attack you if you go alone," Soru said.
"Ah you seemed busy and I figured I'd try," Ryo said.
"Dude you always come first...unless she's really cute. In this instance though you can just have me come with you...or at least stand up for yourself. Hell I'll get fired with you."
"Nah I like the pay at this job," Ryo said grinning at him. "I can deal with this anyway."
"You should get some Martial Arts Training or something man, there's plenty of places around here like Mr. Satan's place or something. Anything so you don't have to put up with this...I can cover for you if it hurts.
"Nah I'm fine," Ryo said picking up his bucket. "Let's just get back to work. The sun's setting."
"Damn it...it's hard to be mad at you when you're such a good friend."
"Thanks Soru I-"
Ryo started to talk but stopped seeing Soru talking to a nearby woman, he brought a hand to his face and trembled slightly. He did say he was fine so he couldn't blame him but he could doubt him just a little more.

[User]
Kinoko did not expect Vegeta to give her solid punch, square to the side of her face. However, she did understand the anger contained within it. She knew Vegeta wouldn't go down without a fight, and for that, she was prepared for this to come. It seemed that the world around began to crumble, as a cliff turned into nothing due to her brother's blasting the only mark left behind, being the bruise forming on her cheek. Lightly touching it with her fingers, the only feeling she had, was the one that demanded payback.

Levitating back up towards them, arms at her sides and fists clenched, the princess eyed them both, before lightning crashed around them, once again; her blue hair gently waving in the wind. Slowly lifting a hand in front of her, she narrowed her eyes, before an invisible force suddenly tugged them out of the sky, and towards the ground. Once they crashed, the telekinetic force made it impossible for them to move. As a result, the princess descended quickly down towards them, having to land on Goku's chest hard enough to create a crater.

Stop his chest, Kinoko eyed the younger before glancing at Vegeta, and lifting her hand, once again; this time, levitating a giant boulder, and sending it crashing down upon the older, pinning him there. "Say Uncle", she simply said, playfully, clenching her fist a little, making the boulder pin him even more.

[Assistant]
Goku noticed the look on Kinoko's face and narrowed his eyes, this wasn't good he knew that look. He started to say something when the force slammed them into the earth, Goku closed one eye before his mouth opened as Kinoko slammed on top of him. Goku stared at her one eyed shut as he fought against the force, his gaze went over to Vegeta who seemed to be having just as much trouble, though he noticed the boulder Kinoko was lifting up, he saw the agitated look on Vegeta's face. He wasn't upset he could tell that much and Kinoko was too a degree making them both sweat, by all means she had won their gamble, Goku wanted to say that but the boulder slammed onto Vegeta. He laughed a little seeing it expecting the fight would reach this point, but it's what Kinoko said next that made him quickly look back at her. That was a mistake, in one of their sparring sessions he could understand that, but Kinoko knew Vegeta, was she not thinking?!

"....it's comments like that....that make all this training necessary!"
A burst of blue exploded from Vegeta hurling the two away from him and destroying the boulder in the process, Vegeta was in front of Kinoko within seconds his knee slamming into her stomach before his slammed both his fists onto her back knocking her back down to the earth.
"Vegeta! Stop!" Goku said climbing to his feet.
Vegeta ignored Goku and grabbed Kinoko by the front of her uniform bringing his fists back.
"You don't give your opponent the chance to surrender!" Vegeta said slamming his fist into Kinoko's face. "Did Kakarot teach you that! That's now how a proper Saiyan does battle!"
He started to punch her again when a hand wrapped around his wrist, he glanced back noticing Goku was holding him, he grit his teeth at the Saiyan's look before he shook his head at him. Vegeta pulled his arm free and released Kinoko.
"You're not helping Kakaort! Holding back against her, how is she supposed to become stronger if you coddle her all the time."
"Vegeta that's not-" Goku started but stopped as Vegeta walked away from him.
"You're both a disgrace to our race, can't stand the sight of either of you," Vegeta said before he flew into the air and vanished into the distance.
Goku sighed and rubbed the back of his head, he held a hand out towards Kinoko.
"It's not like Vegeta wasn't holding back too..." Goku said sighing. "Kinoko you shouldn't taunt Vegeta. You now how stubborn he can be..."
Knowing Vegeta he was going to vanish for a few days again, and would end up training by himself ignoring everyone.
"You should probably tell Bulma Vegeta's not coming home for a few days," Goku said crossing his arms. "I'll try and talk to him later...he was sweating so he'll have to keep his promise...still I think we should stop here for today. You lost a little bit of control again."

[User]
Kinoko thought she had in the bag, and that everything would be under her control, in order to win, but her overconfidence probably got too far into her head. That mistake was given, by the time Vegeta started to beat her, senseless. The punch only spurred memories of her abuse from Raditz, and now, she wanted to get the Prince to know what it felt like. However, before she could do anything to retaliate, Goku interfered before things could escalate.

She honestly tried her best, to at least get on his level, but the effect only proved itself fruitless. Coughing a bit, since the wind was blown out of her, Kinoko's hair went back to normal, shortly before taking Goku's hand, although she did make a small wince at the amount of aching within her body. "I thought I could get on his level. It would seem I'm nowhere near it", she honestly admitted. Did spending time on Earth really mess up her head? Having to make her forget about the customs of a traditional Saiyan, like how she was raised to be?

"What do you mean?"


[System]
Appearance: [Later]
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Ability: Has the power of demon pyrokinesis (Demonic flame manipulation)
Personality: Introverted to most but will open up.
Other: Protective of his sister.

Name: Shadow Muse
Appearance: [Later]
Gender: Female
Age: 8
Ability: Umbrakinesis (Shadow manipulation)
Personality: Childish and bubbly to people she knows.
Other: She is extremely wary of new people.

[User] (Interacting with @Joshua Tamashii@Framing A Moose but [@everyone] can see) Noah was surprised when the girl he had gave some aspirin to earlier stormed up to Joshua and then proceeded to yell and cuss him out. He decided to try and defuse the interaction before anymore words were said with like Joshua said younger children present. "Hey let's not start out by scaring children now. Maybe me and her would like to find our rooms first pal" Noah said as he approached both of them.

[Assistant] Blade was in his room he finally took out his swords from the wrapping clothe and then took out all his weapons two pistols three knives, pocket knives, a sniper and his swords

[User]
Tamashii@Blueflame@Framing A Moose
Avary clapped his hands over Shadow's ears so she wouldn't hear the swearing. He glared at Souls. "There's no need to swear that much. If you have a hangover that's your own fault." He said, agreeing with what Joshua said.
Shadow looked fearfully at the yelling girl, the extravagant boy, and the extremely tall serious man. She was not used to so many strange people in one place. After Avary removed his hands she raised her hand that she wanted to see her room.
Mr. Fellows straightened and walked over to Souls. "Young lady, we do not appreciate that sort of language in front of the younger children. So if you could keep your profanity and hangover to yourself or your room, it would be highly appreciated." He said sternly.

[Assistant]
[@everyone in the Rp]

Rin stood there silently, simply putting her shades darker. She took her earbuds out of her ears and she simply watched mr. Fellows from behind her sunglasses. Her pale lips curled slightly in distaste as she looked at Souls, but she kept her mouth shut. Rin sighed softly and watched the people in the room, no emotion on her face now.

[User]
After hearing the first sentence of the teenager's speech, Skyler got a weird sensation in her ear. Like something or someone abolished her ability to hear. " Maybe I spaced out again?" she thought aloud " Or maybe someone put a barrier to stop sound waves from reaching me? But if so, why? I heard words like 'fuck' many times, and I'm sure everyone else has..." she continued while fiddling with her shirt.

Skyler slowly raised her hand. She would feel more comfortable when she would have some space for herself.

[Assistant] Kaoru did not raise her hand as she wants to stretch her legs as she feels Soji sqirms again and jumps out of her arms. He starts to wonder around the room, Kaoru mewls softly. She hopes he does not leave the room but sees his two tails disappears. She guess she had to find him soon or getting lost in a large house and sighs silently to herself.

[User] Blade walked around the school carrying his sword on his back.

[Assistant]
Anna tuskiko
Interacting with: @Framing A Moose
"you may have heard that word several times but we do have children under teen years like her daughter that lives here"said a voice as a blonde haired see through girl came out of the ground. Once she was out she became solid hovering off the ground next to soul before she looked at Joshua with a blank expression "there is no need to show off your 'amazing' powers " Anna commented to Joshua putting her hands ob her hips

Rose Vanisis
Interacting with: @joshua tamashii

"He is probably with sakoto in the kitchen but just call his name you know he can hear all going around the academy. Which is why he is a considered captain of first responders as I love calling him"she said with a laugh to Joshua

[User]
The fire in Souls's features that had seemed to die down to embers after she had got all of her yelling out flared up once more when the the dark haired boy talked back to her, and seemed to burn even brighter as the boy then had the nerve to turn away from her before they were done. But what eventually pushed her over the edge was some random bystander repeating the comment that it was her fault that she was hungover. At that point, she grabbed the Joshua boy by the shoulder and spun him around to face her again.

"It's not my fuckin' fault, you cunt!" She shouted, but then lowered her voice to a low and menacing growl. "So don't go around analyzing people when you don't know shit about them." She then proceeded to step back away from the boy, her skin turning back to its normal coloring, and her fists flatten into open hands, showing four cuts on each where her claws dug into her palms. She then brushed her hair away from her right eye, revealing the dark colored eye that so strongly contrasted her blue eye, and looked Mr. Fellows in the eyes. "And if you know anything about me, Captain Creepy, than you know what I'm talking about."

Souls was slightly shocked by the young woman who phased up out of the floor and scolded her for cursing. Once Souls gained her composure, she dug into her pocket and took out the letter she'd been sent inviting her to Eden, all folded up. After a few seconds of unfolding it and skimming it, she spoke. "'Please know that all the accommodations that you are used to, and the ones you want to be used to will be provided free of charge.' That's a direct quote from one Mr. James Fellows. I'm sorry to tell you, but cursing is an accommodation that I'm fuckin' used to."

@Overlord24@Joshua Tamashii

[Assistant]
A Moose
Mr. Fellows growled. Actually growled. A low primordial noise that had sent many a man fleeing. "Yes I do understand Souls. But just because you can't sort the voices in your head out, does not give you reason to swear in front of children almost half your age." Then calmer, he handed Souls a piece of paper. "Read it, memorize it, live it. If you wish to enjoy your stay here, then you will follow these rules. Small discrepancies will be dealt with swiftly and cleanly, and large ones will make you realize why some people call this place Hell."
The list was not very long;
1. No fighting the other students without proper reason and a caretaker to watch.
2. No swearing or vulgar talk in front of the younger students.
3. You will not enter Mr. Fellows office under ANY circumstances.
4. No leaving the Orphanage grounds without an escort.

[User] Kaoru is a bit tire of hearing Souls cursing like a sailor. She follows Soji out of the lobby to wonder on her own for a bit, if she did get lost she could smell or hear people near by. She is glad to see Soji jumping onto shelves and tables, she joins him by jumping onto a table.

[Assistant]
Joshua Tamashii
@luna558@Alisdragon911@Roseletta@Nikki Moonlight@Blueflame@Framing A Moose@Animera@Blade17

Joshua didn't even blink as he let Souls turn him around and begin cursing him out again. When she left, he shrugged but gave an appreciative nod towards Noah before turning to Skylar. He gave her a kind smile and gently pat her head as he removed the objects from her ears so she could hear.
"Even if you've heard it before, it's still wrong. And don't ever say it, okay?" He said to her in a much kinder tone then the one he had addressed Souls with. Looking around at the group, he didn't even blink at Anna's appearance, but he did raise an eyebrow at her comment towards him and Soul's comment towards her. He was going to address the rebellious brat again, but Mr. Fellows beat him to the punch. Deciding the leave Souls to him, he turned to the rest. "Right, those of you who are acting their age, please follow me, I'll show you to your rooms. Souls, I suggest you stay here, cause I would not trust you with a room as you are now. Sides, I think it's best Mr. Fellows handles you anyway. Unless he says otherwise."

He would wait for Mr. Fellows to make his decision before leading the group towards the dorms, pointing out area's of interest such as classrooms and the gardens thought the trip wasn't long before they reached the hallway with the dorms.
"Alrighty then. This is where you'll be living. As Mr. Fellows said, boys on the left, girls on the right. Or, you can remember it as odds for guys, evens for girls. Now, you will be sharing a room with someone, it is mandatory. The only exception is if the staff see it as necessary. For example this room." He moved over to a door a little ways back the way they came. "The resident of this room is young, but very powerful. Very docile but last time she got upset, we lost a bit of the building. Luckily, the variety of powers we have here makes repairs very easy. So, we let her be alone for the most part but you'll be seeing her later tonight... I hope. If you enter, do so only with supervision, PLEASE.

Anyway, enough about that. Please, select your rooms and partners at your leisure. Once you done, I'll give you the appropriate key."

[User] Blade, watched and just sighed as he stuck with people who he doesn't even know,

[Assistant]
Tamashii@Framing A Moose
Mr. Fellows turned to Souls. "Follow me outside Souls, I want to have a chat." He said when Joshua left. He needed to get Souls to not be so defensive here, and actually cooperate.
Shadow raised her hand meekly to Joshua. "E-excuse me? Is it necessary to have boys and girls separated for the rooms?" She knew nobody there except Avary, and she didn't want to be away in the rooms.

[User] "A-ah. Sorry, I didn't mean to say that out loud..." Skyler mumbled. However, she decided not to answer Joshua's question. She quickly followed the rest to their rooms. Not knowing anyone, Skyler stood to the side watching as the other residents picked their partners.

[Assistant]
Tamashii

Rin looked at the rooms and she told Joshua, "I want the darkest room you have." She could see the light energy moving around in his body through what looked like veins. Her tone held absolutely no emotion in it. She stood, her duffel bags slung over her shoulders showing a bit of her tattoos.

[User]
Joshua Tamashii
Moonlight @Overlord24

Joshua turned towards Shadow when she asked her question.
"Yes, they do. Especially when they reach a certain age. Why, do you ask?" He said to her kindly before turning towards Rin. "Mind if I ask why? If it's something to help you out with your powers, I'm sure we can make some accommodations for you. Especially if it helps you control them. Because all the rooms are build the same unless otherwise needed. So all of them are the same level of brightness. If you need a dark room for now, the one room I brought up earlier is usually dark but again, you'll need supervision, just in case."

[Assistant]
Tamashii

She said, again with no emotion, and cryptically, "My greatest strength is also my greatest weakness." She summoned a light ball, it spun in her palm before dissipating. "And I prefer not wearing my sunglasses if I don't have to."

[User]
Tamashii
Shadow looked at the floor and pulled her hood up. "O-ok. I was just asking." That was what she was afraid of. Now she would be stuck having to room with someone she didn't know.
Avary kneeled next to her and put a hand on her shoulder. "It'll be fine Shadow." He turned to Joshua. "Are you sure there is no way around that rule? My sister is a bit nervous around new people." Though he asked, he expected him to say no, because Mr. Fellows made the male and female rooms separate for a reason.

[Assistant]
Tamashii

Kaoru and Soji ears twitches as she heard the group move on to another part of the big house. She jumps down from a table as she hurries up to rejoin the group. Soji runs after her ashe jumps onto her shoulder as she stands off to the side watching everyone. "Is anyone allergic to fur," she ask Joshua as she did not to get anyone sick?

[User]
Amaya Yashia@Alisdragon911

"I'm not allergic to fur...I could be your roommate if you don't mind the air being slightly colder due to my abilities"said amaya gently to kaoru as she moved over to the girl with her pet. She scratched the back of her head showing signs of nervousness as she spoke.

Anna
Moonlight@Joshua Tamashii

"Should we have her in with Amelia? Her room is the darkest of the female rooms other then mine being half as dark as hers due to the 'friends' that are trapped here?"asked Anna looking between Joshua and the girl.

She listened to Avery's concern "honestly I wouldn't see a issue since we have brothers in the same room down the hall...or maybe they could get single rooms across from eachother...I know my room doesn't have a roommate anymore and the male room across from mine is empty....I think"said Anna thinking out loud as she had one major issue and that was trying to remember people

[Assistant] Souls remained fairly quiet as the thin man lead her away from the group and out of the building. A blind man might have even believe she was no longer upset, but to anyone with working eyes, the expression of annoyance and frustration was clear upon her face. Once they were outside, the girl shook her head slightly so that her hair fell over her right eye once again, before suddenly casting a glare at Mr. Fellows, looking him in the eye with the only one she had uncovered. "Alright," she said. "Whaddaya want?"

[User]
A Moose
Mr. Fellows sighed. "Ms. Sailor, I made this orphanage a many great years ago, and I have maintained it by keeping the children and caretakers happy and in line. So I would request that you keep the swearing to yourself or just around the older students, and to keep the drinking to special occasions. I'm not asking for a lot, I just want to keep the orphanage safe from outside, and inside harm."


[System]
Age: 17

Heritage: The son of Hatter Madrail. Ghent's mother was murdered a few years after he was born.

Adoptive parents: Frederick and Elise Preston. Elise was the first to find Hatter's son; she was astonished to discover him in the woods near their home, disoriented and impossibly lost.

Appearance: Thick, medium length black hair. The style is unpredictable, but the layers sometimes give it an unruly appearance. His bangs fall in front of his eyes, which are blue in color and have a sharp, piercing quality to them. The rest of his features are dark and seem to contrast against his paler-than-should-be skin. He has a lithe build and currently stands at 5'9", but has about a year left to grow.

Distinguishing Marks: A few light freckles running across the bridge of his nose. A more noticeable one is underneath his left eye. He has a small scar underneath his jaw.

Clothes Wear: Whatever's comfortable. He usually wears hoodies, jeans, worn out sneakers, and three quarter/graphic t-shirts.

Abilities: Strength and magic, both inherited from his race. As far as magic goes, Ghent was completely unaware of the ability until Drust and Elayra came to earth. Understandably, he is inexperienced but has the potential to become better with practice.

Weapons: A staff, given to him on page 13.

Personality: It's no secret that Ghent can be a pain. He isn't malicious, but he enjoys pushing the buttons of others in order to get a reaction out of them. His sarcasm usually lands him in trouble, but his past experiences haven't been enough for him to keep his mouth shut. Despite his immaturity, he has a good heart. Ghent has lazy tendencies, but can be hard working with proper motivation.

Major Positive Traits: Compassionate. Empathetic. Hardworking (sometimes).

Major Negative Traits: Sarcastic. Cocky. Klutz. Impulsive. Awkward.

Weaknesses: At times, Ghent doubts himself and his abilities. The fear of failure usually prevents him from achieving success. Having lived in two worlds, he struggles with deciding where he belongs and where his loyalties lie.

Ticks and Tags: Ticks: Fidgets a lot, often with the drawstrings of his hoodies. When he's faced with a situation he can't wrap his mind around, he will pace and/or mumble to himself until he can make sense of what's happening.  Tags: "Cut me some slack!" "Great." "Wait, what?"

Fears: Ghosts. Failure. Being unable to return home. Wonderland in general.

Short Bio: Ghent's story could have been a tragic one, had he not been found. He was discovered in a forest as a toddler, and later adopted by the very family that took him in.
 For much of his childhood, Ghent lived in the comforts of a small farmhouse in the country. Life was serene, quiet, and good. He grew up happy and healthy, with a mother who doted on him and a dedicated, hardworking father.
 Things changed when they moved. Seeking better employment, Mr. Preston uprooted his family to the city, which is where they remained for the years that followed.
 The city posed many differences and challenges, but Ghent learned to adapt and knew his way around. Unfortunately, street smarts didn't help much in school.
 As Ghent grew older, the nightmares and flashbacks became more frequent. Different events or images would trigger a memory, many of which involved Elayra and Drust. The memories confused and frightened Ghent. He never forgot Wonderland, but he learned to stop talking about it after his parents sought him professional help. It was something his mother made the mistake of telling her longtime friend, Mrs. Saxon.
 News spread and rumors started. High school proved to be Ghent's biggest obstacle. He became an easy target for jokes and ridicule, and his grades began to suffer for it.
 Motivated by money and the desire to help his family financially, he began to take on odd jobs. His fifth job turned out to be his favorite: a part-time shift at Frank's Book Barn.
 Even there, Ghent wasn't free from Wonderland. Flashbacks would hit him at the most inconvenient times…and they didn't cease until became reunited with two important faces from his past.

Other Important Characters

Name: Henry

Age: 14

Appearance:  Henry is thin, wiry, with no muscle tone whatsoever. He makes an effort to look neat, but his untamed shock of ginger hair betrays him by looking a mess and his freckles are out of control. When reading, he wears thick black glasses over his large, brown eyes that give him an owlish appearance.

Clothes wear: Henry wears an odd mix of clothing. Most of his clothes are hand-me-downs from previous cousins, including Ghent. When his options are limited, he can be found wearing faded graphic t-shirts (he favors Disney ones) and jeans that have been rolled up at the cuffs in order to fit.

Personality: Despite a rocky home life, Henry remains optimistic, but he has a sensitive side that results in him crying at the drop of a hat. Although he has a sweet, childlike innocence about him, he isn't foolish. He's remarkably intelligent and has a great love for reading and learning. Because of his OCD, Henry is always cleaning and organizing, and likes to keep busy in order to make himself useful. His desire for perfect order can be a little overwhelming at times, but he means no ill intent and has great respect for his family and friends.

Bio: Henry is an only child who never longed for the company of a sibling. Growing up in the country, he had plenty of family and cousins to spend his time with. The families all lived quite close in the rural area, including the Preston family.
 Even as a toddler, Henry was fascinated by Ghent and seemed to gravitate towards him, viewing him as an older brother figure. To the delight of their parents, the three year age gap and a difference in personality didn't prevent the two boys from getting along.
 After the Preston family moved to the city, Henry was heartbroken. The families kept in touch when possible, making multiple visits during the holidays. The visits lessened over the years, but Henry took it upon himself to keep in touch through any means possible. To Elise's delight (and to Frederick and Ghent's dismay) Henry has been known to leave long rambling phone messages, sends more texts than a teenage girl, and writes letters so long, they need to be mailed in multiple envelopes.
 Henry is the only one Ghent continued to trust with his few memories of Wonderland. Their efforts to uncover the mystery were admirable, but brought nothing but disappointment and wild theories. Eventually, a disgruntled Ghent gave up, but Henry continued to search for the truth behind his cousin's past.

[User]
It didn't take long for Ghent to find something he deemed suitable to use as a torch. The cluster of trees provided plenty of options for him to choose from, including a thick, twisted branch that resembled the leg of a table he'd seen at the Book Barn.
 Bracing one foot against the base of the tree, Ghent jumped up and grabbed onto the branch near its center. He began pulling to the left, but the extra force wasn't necessary. The branch snapped so effortlessly, he fell onto his butt.
 Adding a sore tailbone to his list of woes, Ghent shot the decaying tree a dirty look. He examined the width of the branch, analyzing his find with a critical eye. It wasn't perfect, but it would do in a pinch.
 Pushing himself to his feet, Ghent prepared to block out his surroundings in order to focus. The magic usually answered his every call, but this was the first time he would use a focus word without Drust or Elayra at his side.
 "Whatever. I'm Hatter's son." Ghent bristled suddenly, irritated that he'd become so dependant on the Wonderlanders. He gripped the soon-to-be-torch tighter and let his opposite hand hover near the end of the branch. It was his hope that the flame would catch despite the lack of a fire starter.
 Igniculous. Igniculous. Igniculous. Ghent repeated the focus word in his head a few times before attempting to say it out loud. He sensed a shift in the air, it was as if an invisible force was urging him to say the word that hadn't yet left his lips. "Igni…"
 Before Ghent's plan could commence, Elaya's voice sounded from around the corner.
 Ghent almost screamed. His first instinct was to hide the branch behind his back like a guilty kid. "Uh, yeah!" he called back immediately, afraid that if he didn't respond fast enough, Elayra would take it upon herself to investigate.
 "I'm just…" Ghent stalled, searching the clearing for an excuse. "Standing around…in my damp underwear," he cringed as he said it, having no choice but to use Elayra's choice of words from earlier. Hopefully, it was enough to scare her off.
 A pause. Ghent could see his heart beating in his chest.
 "So. Uh. Go guard our stuff!" Ghent's urgency may have come across as rude, but he really wanted Elayra to leave.

[Assistant]
Elayra's suspicion only grew when Ghent answered a little too quickly.
Her brows rose as he continued, his answer less than reassuring.
 "[i]Seriously?[i] How long does it take you to change?" She rolled her eyes with a small shake of her head. Her expression turned into a scowl at his last order. "I'm not your personal bandersnatch, Featherhead!"
 All the same, she turned from his hiding spot and returned to their backpacks. She shoved the tip of her saber back into the ground with a bit of extra irritation-fueled force.
 "If you're going to take all afternoon, I'm changing." She knelt down beside her pack and opened it. She pulled out a plain set of grayish pants that had once been black, and a thin, long-sleeved off-white shirt.
 Elayra wrong out her hair as well as she could, then changed out quickly, tossing her wet clothes to the ground. She shivered as the warmth of the dry garments replaced the chill of the river-laden ones. She hadn't realized how cold the water had made her.
 She rubbed her hands together for the extra warmth, then secured the sheath of her newly acquired stiletto into her replacement pair of boots. She looked longingly to her discarded shoes, the now useless sheath of her blue-bladed dagger hidden inside.
 She snatched the boot from the ground and pulled out the sheath. Anger at the simple loss heated her chest. She posed to throw its small scabbard in the water after the dagger, but she hesitated. With a huff, she instead tossed it into her backpack.
 She glanced to the sopping mess of her water-logged clothes, then to her current mostly clean shirt. She sighed heavily. The color wasn't exactly the best for blending in with the woods.
 She cast a glance to Ghent's chosen tree, then plunged her arm back into her pack.

[User]
"Give me a minute, Blondie! I had to make sure Voldemort wasn't creeping in the bushes!" Ghent responded in a harsh whisper, using his preferred codename for the Queen. He stood rigidly, his breath hissing between his teeth as Elayra made another Wonderland reference. He squinted up at the sky in frustration, but didn't bother asking her for clarification. He suspected a bandersnatch was some type of servant.
 As soon as Elaya's footsteps faded in the direction of the lake, Ghent sighed in relief and his posture loosened. He brought the branch out from its hiding spot and looked behind his shoulder as an extra precaution. He had been left to his own devices.
 The forest was eerily quiet. Ghent scratched at the side of his jaw with the tip of the branch, ridding himself of an invisible itch. After a long moment, he decided to proceed with his plan.
 "Guess I should hang these up…" Ghent mumbled to himself while he collected his jeans and Batman t-shirt from the ground. He started to hang his articles of clothing up one by one, using the same branch that hosted Drust's trousers.
 Igniculous… Ghent let the focus word marinate in his brain while he worked. He knew his plan would be put into action the second he said it, and he couldn't afford to mispronounce something so crucial.
 After his clothing was hung up, Ghent took a step back. He extended the branch toward the jeans and began to focus on what he wanted, and where he wanted it. His eyes lit up with childlike excitement when he felt the familiar pull in the air surrounding him. The magic was ready, and so was he.
 "Igniculous!"
 A burst of flame shot forward, catching the end of what was now a torch. Ghent stared at the fire in amazement, the bright orange flames reflecting in his blue eyes. Under different circumstances, he may have been content to stare at his creation until it shrank from existence, but he had an important task to complete.
 Droplets of river water dripped from Ghent's clothing. He raised the torch ever so slightly, bringing the fire as close to the denim as he dared. A small, smug smirk tugged at the corner of his chapped lips as the flames licked at the fabric. He couldn't wait to emerge from the trees, dressed in his newly dried clothes. He imagined Elayra's face shifting from anger, to disbelief when she realized his wardrobe was dried to perfection.
 Every so often, Ghent moved the branch away from his jeans to check the drying progress. The process was taking longer than he would have liked, but it seemed to be working, and so he continued. It didn't take long for him to grow bored of the repetitiveness.
 Ghent began daydreaming. He wanted to think of a witty remark when he tossed Drust's pants back at Elayra, something to further annoy the irritable princess. While he plotted and schemed, he failed to realize that his method of moving the torch every so often had encouraged the flames to travel. . .
 After a few minutes, Ghent felt a gradual warmth near his bare shoulder. It wasn't until his skin became hot that he was snapped out of his trance. His eyes slid to find the source of the heat, and he screamed.
 The fire had begun to devour the fabric of Drust's pants.
 "HOLY--!" Ghent staggered back. His mouth fell open. He sputtered a few times like a fish out of water as his mind screamed at him to do something.
 Swearing underneath his breath, Ghent grabbed his wet t-shirt and started beating at the flames with one hand, while gripping the branch with his other. The movement jostled the torch so much, the fire shrank and spread, threatening to burn him and the rest of the forest if he wasn't careful.


[System]
BASIC
Goes By (Nicknames): Maleficent (alter-ego); The Winged She-Elf; She-Devil, Devil's Incarnate (by Thorin); Delva, God-Mother (by Fili & Kili).
Royal Titles: Lady of Ambaróna/"Fangorn".
Other Titles: First Commander of Isengard, Sauron's Most-Trusted Servant (as Maleficent); The Watcher; Guardian of Durin's Folk.
Age: 5,739 (Looks 37-38)
Gender: Female
Race: Elven Hybrid (Sindarin and Noldor Bloodlines)
Other Bloodlines: Silvan and Teleri (Through her grandfather's relatives)
20/20 Elvish (10/20 Sindarin, 6/20 Noldor, 2/20 Silvan, 2/20 Teleri)

APPEARANCE
Face Claim: Angelina Jolie
Hair Color: Medium Brown
Eye Color: Yellow-Green (Boldly-luminous when furious/angry)
Skin Tone: Creamy
Height: 5' 8"
Weight: 119 lbs
Body Build: Slim

Finger Claws:

Curved Daggers:

Combat Outfit:

Dresses for Two Towers/Return of the King

Wing-Cloak

PERSONALITY
OVERALL PERSONALITY
Likes: Humans, Elves, Dwarves, Hobbits, Ents, Happiness, Animals, Peace, Music, Plant-Life, Training, Flying/Sightseeing, Yearly Seasons.
Dislikes: Death, War, Chaos, Greed, Spiders, Maleficent, Orcs, Sorrow.
Strengths: Fighting/Combat, Flight, Knowledge, Wisdom, Harsh Temperature Resistance, Protective/Affectionate Nature, Keen Senses, Agility.
Other Powers: Wallcrawling, Banshee Scream, Enhanced Strength, Telepathy, Telekinesis.
Weaknesses: Stubbornness, Loneliness, Anger, Vindictiveness, Split Personality.
Fears: Sauron, Losing Family.

Elegant | Unpredictable | Capable | Headstrong | Mysterious | Maternal | Observant | Intelligent

Everyone believed Saeril to be born as a creature of chaos and pure evil, but they just do not know the true story. In actuality, Saeril is a good-hearted, nurturing individual, who highly valued the peaceful natures of Middle-Earth, whilst having the passion to support and protect its various realms and inhabitants. Born during the First Age, Saeril is a strong-willed she-elf, and the last of an ancient Elven clan from Fangorn Forest. A very intelligent, loyal-to-the-bone perfectionist, who stays true to her word, she focuses on finding the best intentions for others, to the point of making great judgment calls, as much as willingly risking her life, in the process.

From the despair of her devastating past, following the Deceiver's corruption upon her mind, Saeril is truly hurt and very lonely inside, having to be caused by the guilt and horror of her cruel and malicious deeds, as well as the amount of pain and trauma she had to endure. After being rescued by Gandalf the Grey, she was left "more Orc than Elf", while her other alter-ego "Maleficent", a psychopathic representation of her corruption, still lingers within her mind. However, after Sauron's defeat, this other personality dissipated, giving back her natural Elven beauty.

The ultimate goal was to redeem and dissipate this inner darkness from within, but she never anticipated it to be a challenge when she rekindled herself with her Dwarven godsons Fili and Kili, whilst having to closely bond with a young she-elf named Yavanna, whom she had grown to love and deeply care for, as if she were her own daughter. Determined to protect both the Sons of Durin and the Bright Star of Middle-Earth, Saeril will become extremely aggressive and violent, whenever someone threatens, or has inflicted any sort of harm to them; as this contrasts her more-gentle nature, she will be blunt and gladly let the offenders know the price. In addition, since witnessing the death of Fili, she will go to great lengths, if it means to prevent Kili and Yavanna from falling under the same fate.

Both as "Maleficent" and herself, Saeril is a ruthless, immensely-formidable warrior in her own right; despite withholding a certain elegance, she's truly a very deadly foe for anyone who'd dare challenge her personally. A vast majority of her strength came from the enchantment Sauron had placed upon her, as well as the supernatural connection he was able to forge between them; even while she was formerly his chief of the Isengard legion, she possessed a number of abilities that have allowed her to stand her own, and even overpower the most skilled of individuals. Due to this connection, she's able to enhance these abilities. She also shows herself to have great telepathic power; either taught or naturally inherited from her parents and/or ancestors, she can read the minds of others, conjure up visions through physical touch, and receive thoughts from a certain distance.

Saeril will not hesitate to comfort, guide, or advise others when they seem to need it. Proud, proper, and almost-completely fearless, she will never bow to anyone she disagrees with. Evident by her relationship with Thorin Oakenshield, it's complicated when it comes to terms of the trust; she betrayed him (as he claimed) by "stealing" the starlight jewels from his treasure hoard for King Thranduil. Although she was claimed as not "trusting", Saeril openly showed that she cared a great deal for him, saving his life multiple times on different occasions.

BACKGROUND
Place of Birth: Fangorn Forest (Also known as Ambaróna).
Family:
- Kili Durin (Godson; Alive) (Dwarf)
- Fili Durin (Godson; Deceased) (Dwarf)
- Dis Durin (Co-parent; Alive) (Dwarf)
- Vili Durin (Co-parent; Deceased) (Dwarf)
- Hermia (Mother; Deceased) (Noldor Elf)
- Lysander (Father; Deceased) (Sindarin Elf)
- Ulla (Aunt; Deceased) (Sindarin Elf)
- Kinloch (Uncle; Deceased) (Sindarin Elf)
- Kriva (Grandmother; Deceased) (Noldor Elf)
- Disgla (Grandfather; Deceased) (Silvan/Teleri Elf)
- Fidnai (Great-Grandmother; Deceased) (Teleri Elf)
- Sahov (Great-Grandfather; Deceased) (Silvan Elf)

Other Relations:
- Gandalf the Grey/White (Mentor/Friend; Alive) (Maiar)
- Thorin Oakenshield (Friend; Deceased) (Dwarf)
- Aragorn II Elessar (Friend; Alive) (Man)
- Lord Elrond (Acquaintance; Alive) (Half-Elf)
- Tauriel (Acquaintance; Alive) (Silvan Elf)
- Haldir (Acquaintance; Alive) (Silvan Elf)
- Gimli (Acquaintance; Alive) (Dwarf)
- Thranduil Greenleaf (Acquaintance/Friend; Alive) (Sindarin Elf)
- Legolas Greenleaf (Acquaintance/Friend; Alive) (Sindarin Elf)
- Yavanna Undomiel (Friend/Daughter-Figure; Alive) (Elven Hybrid; Mortal/Sindarin/Noldor)
- Bilbo Baggins, Frodo Baggins, Samwise Gamgee, Peregrine Took, and Meriadoc Brandybuck (Acquaintances/Friends; Alive) (Hobbits)
- Azog the Defiler & Bolg (Enemies; Deceased) (Gundabad Orcs)

[User]
Obviously, Beorn didn't have many companions as of late, but for Saeril to cross paths with him, he was only viewed as a victim of tragic circumstance. Someone that was pitied upon. "Do not worry about yourselves; you'll be safe here tonight...", the wizard trailed off and muttered under his breath, though he knew Saeril would be the only one to hear it. "I hope".

Saeril hoped that would be true, but then she figured that as long as Beorn walked about outside, she figured that they would be fine from their hunters. Carefully, she and Fili led the girl towards a spot in the hay where she would be able to sit down and rest; a spot Fili had, once again, managed to find, and set up. They were careful with Yavanna, and Saeril decided to keep her cloak on as slept on top of a blanket, and some hay, while letting the princess lay her head on her chest, like a child. Fili and his brother were not too far away, having to sleep next to them the whole night.

That same night, nobody noticed Beorn in his strong male form, as he enters the house. No one, except Bilbo, noticed him.

[Assistant]
As Fili and Saeril helped her. She pressed a soft kiss to the Dwarf's cheek...giving him a soft smile. Yavanna was thankful for his and Saeril's help. Once she got comfortable on the floor...she tried to get some sleep. The pain in her arm died down slightly...but it felt sore and a little numb. But she felt comfortable, sleeping like that near the elder she-elf. Feeling quite safe, with her and the boys close by.

During the night, the Dwarves were snoring. Bilbo was laying awake; as he couldn't fall asleep. He had pulled out the ring from his pocket, inspecting it. When he heard the door open...he quickly tucked it inside. He was curious and watched the large man walk into the kitchen. He wasn't sure, if he noticed him or not. But Bilbo quickly looked away...before managing to get some sleep that night.

When he woke up the next morning. A rather large bumble bee was sitting on his nose. Everyone else was awake...sitting at the breakfast table. Yavanna seated besides Fili. Kili on her other side, with Saeril. Breakfast was being served. After Bilbo swatted away the bees...he made his way over towards the breakfast table, to join the group.

Thorin was the only one not sitting at the table, He was leaning against one of the pillars. Deep in thought and quite.

[User]
Fili blushed at the affection that the girl had managed to surprise him with. As fond as he was of her, he honestly didn't expect such an action to be presented. That was when he knew: She must be looked after, and protected. For that, he made a mental note to keep his word.

Upon Gandalf's request, Beorn was reluctant to beckon the dwarves to sit at this large table where they could eat and drink. Saeril was relieved that her companions were now being accepted by the great beast, otherwise, it would have turned into a jeopardizing predicament that could turn messy very quickly. However, she kept her presence with the ones she had grown to care for and love.

"So, you are the one that they call Oakenshield", Beorn growled as he poured milk into each of their mugs. It would seem he had at least heard the tale of Thorin before. "Tell me, why is Azog the Defiler hunting you?"

[Assistant]
Yavanna took notice of the tall man; taking in his features. The hair, his gravely tone of voice. His entire presence. He seemed bit reluctant about the Dwarves, but due to Gandalf and Saeril, he offered his services. She took a sip of her milk, once he poured her some. After she thanked him gently.

Thorin rose a slight eyebrow. "You know of Azog?" he asked, turning to face the Shapeshifter. "How?"

[User]
"My people were the first to live in these mountains; before the orcs came down from the north", Beorn explained as he walked up and down the length of the room, kind of caught in the past a little. "The Defiler killed most of my family, but some he enslaved. Not for work, you understand, but for sport. Caging skinchangers and torturing them seemed to...amuse him", his voice was low, to the point of almost growling in anger. "There used to be many of us, but I remain as the last", he finished.

"You need to reach the mountain before the last days of autumn", it was a statement, not a question. "Before Durin's Day falls, yes", Gandalf confirmed. "We must go through Mirkwood", just by hearing that forest, Saeril stiffened a little, she kept a soothing hand on Yavanna's.

"A darkness lies upon that forest; foul things creep beneath those trees", Beorn warned. "There is an alliance between the Orcs of Moria and The Necromancer in Dol Guldur. I would not venture there, except in great need", Beorn told the wizard of the dangers within the forest. "It's not safe there; the Elves of Mirkwood are not like their kin. They are less wise, and more dangerous", he concluded.

"It doesn't matter; as the Orcs continue to hunt us, we don't have much of a choice", Saeril spoke up from her position. "You will never reach the forest alive", Beorn growled before standing up at his full height. "I don't like dwarves; they're greedy and blind, blind to the lives of those they deem lesser than their own", he notices a mouse on the table and picks him up. "But Orcs I hate more", he growled in anger to himself. "What do you need?", he asked the dwarven Prince.

Later, the beast was kind enough to let the group borrow his horses from the barn on their way to the forest. Saeril helped Fili and Yavanna upon a horse, while she and Kili took another. "Go now, while you have the light. Your hunters are not far behind", Beorn warned them before they left, with the elder she-elf sitting behind the youngest upon their horse.