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Born: 17th of July, 1906
Age: 24

Position: Formally valet and infantryman, now a dock laborer in London.
Bio: Roger was born and bred in Cambridge. He was seven when the Great War started (lasted for 7 years). His father served an infantryman in the earlier part of the war and was killed off. His mother still lives London and works as a seamstress where she remarried. At the age of 12, Roger was able to get a position working for the slightly eccentric scientist, Doctor Edwin Brown. He served as a valet, assistant, and overall help around the house until the age of 18 where he enlisted as an infantryman. When the Doctor died mysteriously, Roger resigned from the army and moved back to London to watch over the Doctor's daughter.
Characteristics: Roger is loyal, kind, firm. He's not one to rush in quickly but when he makes a decision he is all in. He's quiet but not overly so. He prefers the company of a few good friends to a room full of acquaintances.
Born: 1909
Age: 21

Position: Tinkerer/Reckoner (create instructions for analytical engines). Basically mechanic. Doesn't invent but is pretty good fixing and breaking down things.
Bio: Jewish-Danish descent, not much is known about Estella's past except the small star of David necklace signifying her heritage. She is handy with gadgets and could take most anything apart and put it back together again. She's great with puzzles and has a quick mind. She is artistic and likes to draw various machines related to her work or imagination.
Though not much of a fighter, she's not one to be pushed around. Many a man was surprised at how quick she can draw a weapon with a few finding out just how accurate her aim was.
Characteristics: Friendly. One would never know by looking at her what pain was in her past. She is smart, kind, a bit laid back, but also is a bit of a smart-aleck.

Antagonists
Pronounced: Clow-ss
Age: 26

Position: Formally captain in the Austrian Air Fleet, now assigned to find the orb of mysticism.
Bio: Son of a noble Austrian line, Claus has an outstanding service record. He served on an Austrian Airship before being re-assigned to find the orb of mysticism.
Characteristics: Has yet to be revealed...
Real Name Unknown

Age: unknown

Unknown Loyalties
Age: 24

Position: WIP
Bio: WIP
Characteristics: Has yet to be revealed...

Other

Position: Tinkerer
Bio: Owns a little small junk shop in the London Airfield (docks).

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Rebeca was perfectly content shopping for parts and what not with Estella. Yeah, she might not know all that much about some of the things they picked up, but that didn't mean she didn't understand haggling and getting the best price. She enjoyed being on the ship, but it was also really nice to get out like this and stretch her legs as well. She loved seeing new places, or reseeing places she'd already been as well.

Once they were done with part shopping she pulled Estella along with her to go food shopping as well. Pick up fresh eggs, maybe some milk, produce and all. "Is there anything you like to eat?" she asked as they were looking over some carrots and potatoes at a stand from a local farmer. "Any comforts of home that you miss that I might be able to whip up for you?"

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She was surprisingly quiet the whole ride there. Meeting new people, or re meeting people as the case was here, had never been a problem for her before. She never got nervous about that sort of thing. And it wasn't so much that she was nervous about the social aspect if it. She was nervous that this would be a fool's quest. And one that might just get her, Roger, and Mister Smith into a deal of trouble.

Or even killed.

But Roger's presence, the squeeze of her hand in his, that was enough to calm her down some, even if it didn't return her voice to her fully. "Yes, soon," she murmured in agreement.

When they made it to the house, she took a deep breath, taking the offered hand down and stood clutching the handle of her briefcase in her hands so tightly they made her already white lace gloves look even whiter.

"Ready," she said with more confidence than she had, stepping forward and pulling the bell rope. She just hopped that they would be seen to quickly else she might change her mind.

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Food shopping was not the same as part shopping. One wasn't better than the other - just different. There were so many smells and associations with food that one didn't get with parts. But on the other hand, she was more familiar and interested in parts that she was with food. Still, Estella had no trouble keeping up and enjoying herself as they hunted for fresh supplies.

In some aspects, she was fairly good at picking produce, eggs and the lot as she had done a lot of that when she had been home. But Estella didn't push forward, letting Rebeka take the lead on this. She had no problems helping but wasn't the type to overstep or push in on what someone else was doing.

The question about her preferences surprised her. It really shouldn't have. From her engagements with the Americans, Estella had seen they were nice, friendly, and seemed to care about other people - including hers - opinions. Still, she wasn't going to take advantage of it. She did her best to follow Kosher as best she could though she wasn't perfect on it. It was very difficult and near impossible at times. Though, she did avoid any and all foods that was strictly forbidden. Her family would probably be ashamed of her - well they already disowned her - but she still tried to live as best she could to some of the traditions of her childhood.

That said, she didn't impose on others nor want to make herself a burden.

"I'm fine. I don't eat certain foods like pork or have milk and meat in the same meal but you shouldn't concern yourself with me." She gave a smile. "But I do appreciate it." And she did. But she wasn't going to make anyone else's life more difficult.

~ ~ ~

The maid that answered the door, glanced them over. Seeming to accept that they weren't vagabonds, she was still a bit firm as she inquired as to their business.

"We'd like to see Mr. Smith if he's available." Roger gave the woman a polite smile.

The maid gave them another look. "And who be you two?" She asked.

Roger let Bea introduce them, seeing as she had more connection with the man than he. Despite the fact she hadn't met him, her father had known him so hopefully, that would get them in the door.

The maid frowned slightly and gave Bea another glance. "Beatrix Brown? You're Edwin's little girl." Her stern demeanor changed almost instantly. She engulfed the girl in a hug before pulling back. "We were rightfully heartbroken about your father. He was such a good man. Such a shame." She stepped aside, letting them in.

"Let me get you some tea. Doctor Smith isn't in at the moment but he should be back very shortly." She ushered them into the study. "Be just a moment." With a flash, she was gone leaving the two alone for a second.

"Well, this is good." Roger gave Bea a smile. They remembered her father and seemed to have warm feelings so they would be inclined to help. He was glad that they came out this way.

"Here we are." The maid came back out and poured them some tea. "My you've grown a lot since I've seen you. You were but a wee lass, not even to my knee." It was obvious the maid knew Bea though if the two had met it had been a very long time ago.

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Rebeca raised an eyebrow some at that response. "Well just know that I don't mind doing stuff for you," she said with a little shrug of her shoulders. "We don't cook a lot of pork anyways. Aside from bacon. You don't… it isn't a problem if things are cooked in the same pans? I thought that was something I heard somewhere…"

She shrugged some, laughing a little at herself. "I don't really know much if I'm honest. Just what I hear in passing. Dad and I are much more find your own path to enlightenment sort of thing I guess. Mom's family wasn't too keen on that, but at least while my grandparents were around no one bothered me about it." Her tone had shifted some, becoming darker than her normal cheer. She looked away, closing her eyes for a moment as she gathered herself back into her normal self.

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Bea had nodded when she had mentioned her father's name. Trying not to tea up any. She followed the woman in, clutching onto the handle of her case to keep herself from reaching over and taking Roger's hand. His steady prencese was all that was keeping her from breaking down just then.

She had sat herself down on the edge of chair after she had gone to fetch the tea and smiled up at Roger slightly while she nodded her head. "So far," she murmured before the woman was back.

She murmured a thank you when she was handed her cup, taking a sip before she replied. "I'm sorry," she said with a little laugh. "I have no real memory of you. So I'm sure I'm much bigger than the last we meet."

[Assistant]
The smile spread across Estella's lips. Not many people actually showed any interest in her or her practices. In fact, most who realized she was Jewess spurned or were prejudiced against her. Outside her own, none really seemed interested in actually learning about what she could and couldn't do. That thought brought a hint of homesickness but she pushed it down.

"There are." She said, pausing and looking at a vendor's table before continuing. "Dairy and meat must not be mixed at all. Different pans altogether. There a cleansing processes but usually they're just kept separate." Her brow furrowed slightly as she studied her companion. There was something there. Something that reminded Estella of her own family. Not everything had gone well for the beautiful redhead beside her. At least not from what it sounded like.

She placed a hand lightly on the other girl's shoulder. "I'm sorry." Funny really, the conversation hadn't really warranted that but the posture, body language - all of that indicated that not everything had been right, and that was why she sympathized.

"Yes, my family," she almost choked, forcing herself to keep the words smooth. This was not something she talked about. Ever. Still... "They didn't fully approve of my choice of work." She shrugged slightly fiddling with a fruit before putting it back on the stand. "Tinkerer is not exactly what the parents of an Orthodox family want for their girl." She laughed though it was forced. She looked over at Rebeka. The other girl really hadn't admitted any family issues but for some reason she felt that saying that helped. Or she hoped. "Family." She forced another smile. "You love them but they don't always understand, no?"

She averted her eyes and moved along.

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A wide smile grew on the maid's face. "Yes, you were quite young. I'm not surprised, dear." She moved over and sat beside Beatrix. "Your father used to bring you here when you were very young. He and Mr. Smith were very good friends. They went to the university together. The three of them would have such good times."

"Three?" Roger frowned. The way it had been phrased had indicated that Beatrix was not among the three. Otherwise the woman would have said the "three of you".

The maide looked over at Roger. "Ah, such a handsome young man." She winked at Beatrix. "You're very fortunate. Are you two married?"

Roger cleared his throat, turning a bit red. "No. No. Just good friends." He stammered slightly.

The woman looked from one of them to the other, a smile toying on her lips but she left it at that. "Yes, three. Your father," she said to Beatrix. "Mr. Smith, and a third colleague of theirs Mr. Müller, used to have such great conversations. But that was a long time ago."


[System]
Age: 21

Race: Human

Sex: Female

Appearance: Brandy has lightly tanned skin, dark brown hair just below her shoulders. She is about 5'5" tall, slender build, green eyes and a scar above her left eye. She is book smart, but lacks the necessary survival skills to travel the Wasteland on her own. Even though she is good at constructing and creating things, she's accident prone.

Skills: Moonshiner and a handywoman/carpenter

Personality: Brandy is friendly, and kind. She tends to blab about the things that she has read in her pre-war books. She is a big dreamer, fueled by the books she reads. She has been relatively coddled, therefore leaving her naive to many things, and also because she longs to see the new world to resemble what she has seen in books and other prewar literature so she overlooks many negative things if the wasteland.

Weapons & armor/clothing:  .22 pistol, 12 gauge pump shotgun. No armor, Brandy wears summer dresses or tan work boots, khaki shorts, pants and various tops and a dirty red baseball cap. She wears black framed reading glasses the majority of the time, though she is only slightly farsighted.

Occupation: Brandy has a small copper still that she uses to brew her Papa's Potion moonshine. She had a toolbelt filled with various tools for handy work.

Faction: None, but she has done odd jobs for the Minutemen and their communities in order to get by.

Backstory: Brandy and her brother Ricky were raised by their grandparents, Bob and Cathy, in northern Michigan.

Brandy and Ricky grew up in the family business of distilling their own alcohol, better known as Papa's Potion. Cathy taught Brandy from mostly pre-war books, as she was the homemaker and didn't venture out to much. During the warmer months, Brandy enjoyed working with her Papa repairing and or building new structures around the settlement and surrounding areas.

When Brandy turned 18, her inquisitive nature had her yearning to explore the Wasteland. She had never been far from home at all. Ricky, now 21, had traveled with his buddies and the stories they told only made Brandy long to experience it even more for herself.

At 19 Brandy's grandfather passed away, and her grandmother Cathy told her to follow her heart. Cathy convinced Ricky to let Brandy tag along on their next expedition. Reluctantly, Ricky said he would take her.

When she was 20 years old, it was Brandy's job to set up camp and prepare meals. Other than traveling during the day, Ricky wouldn't let her do much else. He told Brandy when they started getting closer to D.C. That he would let her scavenge with them.

Her lack of knowledge and clumsiness drove Ricky and his friends crazy. One day they tried to teach her to shoot a .22 pistol. Brandy was so jittery wanting to impress him that she accidentally squeezed off a round grazing his leg. Ricky automatically reacted by swinging a tire iron at her. It nailed on the left side of her forehead leaving a large gash and rendered her unconscious. Ever since that day the guys wouldn't let her touch a loaded gun.

Stuck with setting up camp, and bored out of her mind, Brandy would drink the whiskey they had made. Only wrecking her relationship with her brother even more. Eventually Ricky left Brandy in the Boston Commonwealth to fend for herself. She wandered into The Sanctuary and helped the Minutemen fix up the settlement. She was told of an up and coming settlement, Salem, and a couple of the Minutemen traveled with her to Salem so she could rebuild her life, and the new settlement.

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Steve cooper- The Hotel- Mid afternoon

"....and I'll take care of the next group that makes the mistake of showing up too. In the meantime I'd suggest you keep those eyes up and turning, wink at me again and I'll set them spinning."

"Aggressive? I like that." Steve said as he purposely winked at the woman again "and sure you, me and few others in town could take out the next group of stragglers that wander into town but what if they come in force Fēi nǚhái?"

Church has gotten alot more aggressive since the brotherhood kicked them out of DC

The small curvaceous woman who'd been hiding behind the desk cleared her throat. "I believe Rook is building the wall. Archie showed him to the roof but I, ah, haven't seen him, since. He might still be up there." She gestured towards the robot. "Could you show Mr. ... ah, what was your name? Up to the roof?"

"Steve, Steve cooper pleasure to meet you Madam."

"Absolutely, manager! Mind the stairs, this way, please..." the robot turned and went up the stairs branching from the foyer.

"Robot do you know when those atom losers moved into the crater? How many there are? If they are attacking travellers on the road Might be a good idea to clean them out before they start causing trouble for the town..."

"Manager Celeste has named me 'Archie', which is just fine, sir. Now, a crater, did you say? Last I knew, the moon was inhabitable to most aerobic life forms. Did that change with the Great War?"

Why would I be asking about the moon...?

"No not the moon robot, the crater just outside of town by the lighthouse." Steve groaned at the robot "fuck it... Command override vocal audio house, Robert access core programming"

No wait Robco didn't make Mr. handy robot, crap what's the code for them again?.... Should have written them all down...

"Forget it, just take me to the roof robot... although quick question, are you the only robot here? Does... Manager Celeste have other robots?

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Reaching the roof Steve spotted rook "Rook, the short madam downstairs... Celeste I think her name is said your building the wall? Good idea but you're making a mistaking having three doors... We don't have enough people yet to defend them all and will just make it easier for raiders to get in."

Steve then walked over to the edge "Should have two doors at most, the main entrance on the road and side door on the beach." Steve stated as pointed to places he though the wall doors should go.

Could also have a drop down ledge but need to figure out the right place to put that... maybe on the northern part of the wall?

"Apart for that looks like you've been doing an good job on the wall.... err Good work Rook."

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ARCHIE - Sandy Coves Inn, second floor -- mid to late afternoon

"No not the moon robot, the crater just outside of town by the lighthouse." Steve groaned at the robot "fuck it... Command override vocal audio house, Robert access core programming."

"It's Archie, good sir," the Mr Handy corrected again. "Are you quite all right? I dare say, you've muttered gibberish a total of three times since you entered the inn. Have you suffered any head trauma, recently?"

"Forget it, just take me to the roof robot... although quick question, are you the only robot here? Does... Manager Celeste have other robots?"

"Sir, you may call me 'Archie,' as I have mentioned a few times. Are you suffering from some short-term memory loss? Perhaps you should visit the doctor. Ms Frieda just took over some fresh supplies earlier today." Archie drew up to a ladder and a hatch in the ceiling, tucked far away on the second floor of the inn. "Here we are, good sir! Do be careful on the roof. A fall from a height would only worsen your cerebral condition, or perhaps, kill you. Ta-ta!"

CELESTE BROWN - Sandy Coves Inn - mid to late afternoon

Sara approached one of the rooms closest to the stairwell. "This one will work." Sara walked inside sitting her pack on the ground, with her rifle resting alongside it. Celeste lingered behind, in the doorway. Sara immediately began to peel off layers of clothing. Celeste glanced away, unsure if Sara were aware that she was still standing there.

Suddenly, there was a creak of bedsprings and a sigh of relief. "I feel like a queen!" Sara giggled as she rolled her sleeves up past her elbows on her flannel, revealing a tattoo on her forearm. Sara pulled her hair up into a messy ponytail, the sides of her hair had been shaven at some point but had regained most of its length. "So where do we go from here?" Sara inquisitively cocked her head towards Celeste as she un-bloused her pant legs, and began to unlace her boots.

Celeste smiled, genuinely oblivious to some overt cues given off by Sara. "Just glad to see you are settling in! I'm going to go back downstairs, I left a mess in the kitchen from baking the scones. If you need anything, just holler, or come on down to the lobby. I should be around for most of the rest of the afternoon, but I have some...plans, later this evening." She blushed after the last statement, twirled, and went back downstairs to the lobby.

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Brother Abraham – Crater House

 Abraham laid the hammer down on his desk and sat back into his chair. The porthole was boarded up, it had been broken during the storm the night before. Now the only light came from two candles that sat on the table. The shattering of the ancient glass would have woken Abraham had he not spent the night awake. Sleep had a habit of eluding him, especially in times of change and Abraham could feel the change in the wind of the storm. He had sat in the same chair, looking at the storm through porthole before it broke. His tired eyes forced to watch the sky change color and the dirt and debris be blown about.

 The door to his small lean-to was opened and emanated a loud grinding noise as the daylight poured into the dark chamber. Abraham rose from his chair and looked at the doorframe. A figure stood assertively, his silhouette was armored and as it stepped inside Abraham recognized the armor as that of the Inquisitors. He squinted to see in the dim light and was surprised to see the man looked familiar.

 "Brother Abraham? It's me, Ian, from Megaton," said the man, his voice containing an unexpected note of kindness. The Inquisitor threw his arms out in greeting. "I haven't seen you since I left Megaton with Confessor Martin." Abraham hesitated, he wondered if this veteran inn front of him, could really be the young man that had left some ten years ago to go North to the Holy Island.

 "Ian? Ian Carver? Is that really you? By Atom you've surely changed." Ian smiled and leaned back against the wall near the door.
"How have you been faring during these years, brother?" Ian asked, Abraham moved forward and embraced him.

 "As well as one can in this land, tell me was that you I saw yesterday in the Lighthouse? When did you arrive in the Crater?" He moved away from Ian and toward his stove, "Would you like something to drink or eat? I have something called ko-ko, I bought it from a scavenger some time ago, it's very good when added to hot water."

[Assistant]
Brandy Brooks - Home - Afternoon

Humming along to Diamond City Radio, Brandy took the chicken from the hot cooking oil and placed the pieces on a cooking sheet. She grabbed an extra egg to put away when arms wrapping around her waist startled her, she yelped and dropped the egg. As soon as she saw it was Ace, it eased her slightly, but her eyes glazed over as she backed away from him.

Ace move closer and took her hands, "You should've just waited for me Brandy. Reggie is long gone history, hell I haven't seen her in almost 4 years. I'm not with her anymore. I wouldn't lie to you." He kissed her hand, "Ever since I saw you arrive to town those few weeks ago, I haven't been able to keep my eyes off of you. I want to be with you...please believe me..."

His words made her heart jump, knowing that he wanted to be with her are words she had been searching for, for some time. She sniffed back her tears, "Really ?"

Ace nodded, "Yes, really. Believe me when I say Reggie is history. Brandy, I want to be with you." Ace embraced her and lifted her up to kiss her, sitting her on the counter. He ran his right hand up her leg feeling her soft, supple skin. With his left hand he pressed her closer to him, as they kissed with vigor. He pulled back and moved down to kissing her neck while his hand traveled on the inside of her thigh.

"Yes," she gasped as things continued to heat up between them, "I want to be yours Ace, I want to be all yours." She put her hands in his face and returned to kissing him. Ace scooped her up and carried her upstairs to her room.

Bow chickie bow wow

Brandy laid on the bed, rubbing Ace's cheek as she stared at him, never before had she felt that kind of relief. She was sweaty, butterflies still chased each other around in her stomach. The way Ace touched her, his eager eyes, the way he took control, all things she had been longing for had come to fruition. Surprisingly she was more than comfortable laying nude in front of him, her modesty had left the building, instead being filled with loving confidence. Ace took his undershirt and wiped her off, she pressed his hand against her face and closed her eyes. "That was...wonderful, I had no idea how wonderful it could be." She pulled his face to hers and kissed him again, her legs still trembled a little.

Brandy sat up and looked for something to cover herself with, there was nothing laying around. She looked at Ace and smiled, "I guess it is my house, and I don't think you'll mind if I walk downstairs naked to get my dress?" she giggled a little, walking down the stairs with Ace right behind her playing grab ass, she was thrilled that he felt the same as she did and loved the attention he was giving her. She picked her dress up off the kitchen floor and slipped back into it. She opened a drawer to fetch some oven mitts and took the chicken from the oven. It was sizzling, but luckily it had not burned one bit. The aroma filled the kitchen and floated outside through her open windows. She turned around and yanked Ace over to her by his belt and threw her arms around him kissing him again. The waves crashing against the shore in the background made it all surreal. "So...do you want to try a leg or breast? Both are really good, I'm sure you'll like them."


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Character Sheet:

Image (OPTIONAL):
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Religion (Most Indians are Hindu, Taoist, Buddhist or Muslim): Hindu
Weapons of choice (what they prefer): Shotguns
Weapon on them (what they physically own, on their person and in their arsenal at home): Desert Eagle he won gambling
Known to the law and police force: 1/10 (Criminal Record: stole food when he was young)
Corruption level: 4/10 (Willing to do certain things, but not murder, for money)
Personality: Calm, level-headed, inconspicuous, ambitious
Bio (I don't really believe in infodumping here, write what you want if at all to be honest):

Mandeep's father was a rug merchant, who sold the rugs his mother made. His parents had had an arranged marriage. His father died at 40 of diabetes, and he had to start working as a rug merchant despite the possibility of continuing his studies. He managed quite well, until one day he and his mother were mugged. During the mugging one of the muggers got a excited and bashed her on the head, killing her. Mandeep flew into a rage and took out his knife, killing each of them. One got away, but he chased after him and stabbed him to death. After that, having no more rugs, he had to sell the company and instead start doing odd jobs. Construction, delivery, bodyguarding. With a few bribes here and there he and his sister managed to survive.

That was until the day she contracted AIDS. They had nowhere enough money to help her medicate for it. So he started selling his possesions, but it was not enough. Finally, he turned to more dangerous jobs. This is one of his first few, his third to be precise. The last two were small robberies. This is the first one where he might die. But he'll do anything for the rupees.
Killable: Yes

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Mandeep sat quietly at the meeting point. He was cleaning his desert eagle, checking his ammunition. He'd arrived in advance, as he usually did to anything.

When he had heard the promise of seventy thousand rupees, he'd immediately accepted. It was quite an easy task: in about ten to fifteen minutes, two gangs would meet up and do a drug deal. He and some other hired hands would have to stop the deal. Simple. He had never heard of either of the two men organizing the deal, but apparently one should be left untouched if Mandeep wanted to stay alive: the leader of the Indian Mafia. The lack of police sirens or constantly honking cars was pleasant, and he basked in the sun. A few birds twittered, and a cool breeze swayed his air and shirt.

Now he began to wonder who his companions would be in this operation. Would they be very skilled in this kind of thing, or relatively new like him?

[Assistant]
Dajil fidgeted in the back of the taxi, the heat today making him as uncomfortable as it always did. The taxi of course had no air conditioning and the old driver was blaring out some old world music, some Hindustani classical that only served to sour his mood as they approached the train station where he would meet his accomplices. As the old man pulled up Dajil gazed out into the crowds of people that were pouring in and out of the old building and sighed again. Heat and crowds, two things you could be sure of in Mumbai. He slipped on a pair of dark aviator sunglasses, adding to his ensemble as he was dressed in stylish clothes and if it weren't for his dark complexion and features he could have even been mistaken for a tourist.

He handed the old man 80 rupees and ignored him as he mumbled something, stepping out into the heat of the day and immediately making his way into the crowded station. He headed directly towards the back room that had been selected for their rendezvous with a quick glance around, always on the lookout for loitering goons. Seeing nothing but the usual crowds of people going about their day to day business he slipped into the room and prepared to meet his partners.

The room itself was relatively bare and run down, but he was much more interested in the man who was already sat there polishing a large handgun and counting through his magazines. Closing the door behind him Dajil took a brief moment to take in his appearance, he was older and wearing some burgundy polo shirt. He had the look about him of someone who had been given a rough deal, or so Dajil thought, and he looked almost stereotypically Indian.

"Dajil" he said flatly, introducing himself to this stranger. He moved across the room quickly and took a seat opposite the man, but not before reaching into his waist and pulling out his own weapon. "Desert Eagle?" he asked with a smirk admiring the weapon before gesturing to his own. " Glock 17" he began "obviously not as powerful as yours, but much easier to obtain the ammunition and has an automatic fire feature that is quite impressive".

Dajil was half bragging, showing his knowledge of firearms and half trying to get to know if this man was going to be an asset or not. He had been warned that some of the others may be a little wetter behind the ears than he was, and with them going up against the Indian mafia and Mister Dhananjay, a wealthy druglord who ran a Pathan gang, membererd by pashtuns that had immigrated from the Kunar in Afganistan. Both had fairly brutal reputations and were not to be messed with lightly.

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The day was hot just as it always was. The air itself seemed to sweat as Raheem Khan parked his cab in the lot of the station. His hot, cramped car barely fit the 6 foot man and he was relieved to get out of the cab to stretch his legs. It was only morning and yet Raheem's body was covered with sweat. He had taken the pistol with silencer, knife and brass knuckles that he usually kept in the glove compartment of his cab and put them on his person. With his job, there were all sorts of situations where he would need weapons; unhappy customers that turn violent, customers that intend to rob him, or just for the sake of knowing that if things ever went wrong, Raheem would have a means to defend himself. He was usually on the defence. Today, he was on the offence.

Raheem made his way to the meeting spot once he entered the station. He barely had any room as he weaved through the sea of people. He spotted the room described to him when he was offered this job. He remembered that day clearly. On his routes, he stopped by one of his contacts place and they told him about the offer. Of course, his contact was living life on top and didn't need to babysit a drug deal for 70 000 rupees. Raheem, however, snatched the opportunity up like a starving dog.

Silently, the man entered the room, to find two men already in the room...comparing their weapons. Unlike them, Raheem had his weapons concealed on him. Despite the scortching heat, he forced himself to wear a light sweatshirt that hid his weapons. He didn't want to make things ridiculously obvious.

"Good morning, men. Such a nice day, isn't it?" Raheem greeted the two men in his usual chipper tone. While he was often outgoing and spoke with kind words, his kindness was rarely genuine.

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"Mandeep," he replied to Dajil. "That piece is... 800 shots per minute, right? Not bad. Mine does a modest 267. I just happened to win this in a bet I had with an... acquaintance."

He looked the boy over. He looked almost like someone from the Western world, stylishly dressed. He could barely see his eyes through the sunglasses, but in his gambling and poker days he'd usually been with people wearing sunglasses. Mandeep scratched his chin. "This the first time you do this sort of thing?" he asked Dajil.

As he asked this, another man appeared through the entrance. He seemed about Mandeep's age, and was wearing a shirt and sweater (in this heat? ,thought Mandeep). He seemed overly kind for what they were about to do, but Mandeep, for once, pretended it might just be genuine. Mandeep raised an eyebrow to the man's question. "For sure. A bit hot though, to be wearing a sweater, isn't it?"

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Another accomplice slipped into the room, Djil glancing away from Mandeep as introduced himself. Another older guy, at least this Mandeep seemed to know his stuff so hopefully this newcomer would too.

"This the first time you do this sort of thing?" Mandeep asked.

Dajil shot him a roughish grin and shook his head "No, this is what I do" he explained as he pulled out a battered pack of cigarettes "and you two, whats your experiance?"

As he asked the question Dajil took a cigerette and placed it in his mouth before offering the pack to the other two.

"Think it's just us three or there are more on the way?" he asked as he checked his phone for the time. "It's almost time to make moves unless we want to arrive late to the party" he said eager to get things in motion and get his hands on that 70,000 rupees.

[Assistant]
"If there are more, they'll be late," replied Mandeep. He holstered his gun and got up. "I've done this and that. There's money to be made here, and I need the money," he said, answering Dajil's question. He vaguely heard a car in the distance. "Could be one of our men. Let's go see."

He started to walk out of the room and leaned on the wall to the side of the door, waiting for the others. He took out his own cheap brand cigarettes and started puffing one as he waited for the other two to follow him. 70,000 rupees... Enough to help his sister for some time. He'd need more though, eventually. The 50,000 rupees he'd won on his last job had nearly ran out. He fiddled with his gun, thinking about what to do if things went wrong. Just shoot them both dead, he supposed. That would be trouble though, and could lead to some conflict with the Indian mafia, never a good thing.


[System]
Sex: Male

Age: 17

House: Stardust House

Appearance:

Duel Disk: Taiyo's solid light duel disk blade functions on the front of the body instead of the side. He has a card holder to place his hand when making decisions. It's use was intended for someone with little mobility in their left hand, but as it was not being purchased the store owner wanted it gone. He was given this duel disk as his parents found it on sale. Despite having the possibility to purchase another, Taiyo has grown attached to his duel disk, as he cherishes any gifts his family has given him.

Personality: Taiyo is quiet, anxious and usually reserved. As a boy with no real friends to speak of other than his own brother, Taiyo has little experience in social interaction with people he isn't close with. He isn't the best with his words, and usually lets others do the talking for him. The best way to get to know him is through a game. He is more inclined to discussion and banter while thinking of his next best move. While dueling, especially, he almost becomes a different person, showing confidence, calmness and happiness. This is the true personality of Taiyo.

History: Taiyo Hoshimi was raised in a well-off family. He was the twin brother of a very gifted child. His brother Ichimaru was the perfect son, with great physical ability and charismatic charm. He also had far better grades than his brother, rising to the top of every class he participated in. A child prodigy, his family showered him in attention and gifts, hoping that they would be able to tailgate his glory. As such, Taiyo was shown little attention. His parents loved him, to be sure, but he was merely a below-mediocre boy. Everything he did was just below average. However, the one thing he did show promise in was his ability to play strategy games. His favourite of course being the worldwide hit of Duel Monsters. While Taiyo did love his family, and dearly looked up to his brother Ichimaru, he always felt like a disappointment. Thus, he spent all of his time trying to master the game, come up with his best strategies and his own personal collection of cards.

One day, however, his brother gave him a gift. A card he had found on a walk home from school. This card became everything to Taiyo, and he centered his entire deck around this one card that his brother gave him. A deck he would later call his Archfiend Empire. Despite the fact his deck wasn't considered as competitive as others, he persevered, and eventually won several tournaments. After many years of neglect, and some form of promise showing from their other son, Taiyo's parents used some of their savings to buy him admission into the Saotome Duel Institute. Now with a gift from both his brother and his parents, Taiyo vows to never let them down, and prove to them that he has some worth in the world.

Wish: Taiyo wishes to become the best duelist to impress his parents as much as his brother.

Deck

Total Cards: 62 (49)

Monsters (27)
Archfiend Emperor, the First Lord of Horror x2
Archfiend Empress
Imprisoned Queen Archfiend
Red-Eyes Archfiend of Lightning x2
Summoned Skull
Archfiend Commander
Archfiend General x3
Archfiend Cavalry x2
Archfiend Interceptor
Archfiend Heiress x3
Archfiend Eccentrick x3
Skilled Red Magician
Archfiend Atheling* x3
Advisor Archfiend* x3

Spells 12
Pandemonium x2
Axe of Despair x2
Fallen Down x2
Allure of Darkness
Polymerization
Solidarity
Raigeki
Swords of Revealing Light
Monster Reborn

Traps 10
Typhoon x2
Archfiend's Roar x2
Red Screen
Escape from the Dark Dimension
King's Synchro
Synchro Call
King Scarlet
Shapesister

Extra Deck 13
Archfiend Black Skull Dragon
Chaos King Archfiend x2
Thought Ruler Archfiend x2
Red Dragon Archfiend
Hot Red Dragon Archfiend
Hot Red Dragon Archfiend Abyss
Hot Red Dragon Archfiend Bane
Hot Red Dragon Archfiend King Calamity
Scarlight Red Dragon Archfiend
Tyrant Red Dragon Archfiend
Archfiend Cosmocrat*

Tuner Effect Monster Card
Advisor Archfiend
Dark
Level 6
2600/1200
You cannot Special Summon monsters, except "Archfiend" monsters. During your Main Phase: You can Discard 1 card; Special Summon 1 "Archfiend" monster from your Deck. You must skip your Battle Phase the turn you activate this effect. You can only use this effect of "Advisor Archfiend" once per turn.

Tuner Effect Monster Card
Archfiend Atheling
DARK
Level 2
400/600
If this card is added to your hand by the effect of "Pandemonium" or an "Archfiend" card: You can Special Summon this card.

SOLAR LEGACY
Synchro Effect Monster Card
Archfiend Cosmocrat
DARK
Level 9
2500/2000
1 "Archfiend" Tuner + 1 or more Fiend-Type non-Tuner Monsters
This card gains 100 ATK for every "Archfiend" monster in the Graveyard. Once per turn, during your Standby Phase: You can target 1 face-up card on your opponent's side of the field, and pay 1000 Life Points: Destroy the target card. Once per turn, during your End Phase: You can discard 1 "Archfiend" Monster from your hand, and if you do: This card's effects cannot be negated until your next End Phase.

[User] "If you say so," Carnel said skeptically. All that was left in his hand was a Grinder Golem and Destiny HERO - Plasma. Carnel then drew his next card, which was revealed to be Swords of Revealing Light. It probably would've stalled a few more turns, but was not a game-winning card itself. Showing it to Manjoume, Carnel said, "And this is my card. Not much else in my deck to help with that." After placing it back into his deck, Carnel extended his hand for a handshake. "That was a good Duel. You had me on the ropes the whole time."

[Assistant]
"Thank you for your time, Empress." Taiyo said, as the mother was tributed and sent to the Graveyard, with Archfiend Cosmocrat continuously growing in power, reaching a staggering 3300 ATK points.

However, when it came due to his opponent's turn, Taiyo grimanced. The only monster left on his field was Cosmocrat, and even though the sacrifice Tsunozuka had made had increased it's power once again, it meant nothing in the face of his monster's effect.

Taiyo sighed, and sent Cosmocrat to the graveyard, whose face turned sour and sneered towards Archfiend Reverse as a final gesture. "That didn't last long, unfortunately."

He felt uneasy. Should he not draw a card that could aid him or cause him to stall, this duel would be over.

LP: 3500 Hand: 0
Grave: Archfiend Cosmocrat, Archfiend Empress, Archfiend Advisor, Archfiend Emperor, Archfiend Atheling, Archfiend Heiress, Hot Red Dragon Archfiend, Skilled Red Magician, Archfiend Commander, Allure of Darkness, Swords of Revealing Light, Monster Reborn, Shapesister, Archfiend's Roar
Banish: Summoned Skull, Archfiend General x2
Extra Deck (Face-up): Archfiend Eccentrick
ST (empty) - ST (empty) - ST (empty - ST (empty) - ST (empty) - FZ (Pandemonium)
MM (empty) - MM (empty) - MM (empty) - MM (empty) - MM (empty)
(Archfiend Reverse)EM[Tsunozuka] - [Taiyou]EM(empty)

[User]
Bug

"Draw!" Panik smiled as he drew his next card. "I'll start the turn by activating the card owner's seal." He put his drawn card in his hand before playing the other. The card materialized and the face-down cards that were special summoned to Fyodor's side were returned to the Player Killer of Darkness. "I'll flip summon my two Slate Warriors, thus activating their special ability. It allows them to gain 500 attack and defense! Next, I'll tribute my face down monster in order to tribute summon another monster. Your move."

Player Killer of Darkness Side
ST (empty) - ST (empty) - ST (YL Shield) - ST (???) - ST (empty)
MM (empty) - MM (Slate Warrior) - MM (Slate Warrior, LZ) - MM (empty) - MM (???, LZ)
(Ghoulish Rider)EM[EMPTY] [LINK PALACE]EM (Panik's)
MM (??? -DOWN) - MM (empty) - MM (empty) - MM (Dokurorider Heisei -UPATK) - MM (empty)
ST (empty) - ST (empty) - ST (empty) - ST (empty) - ST (empty)
Ghoulish Rider - Traveler of Highway of Hell Side

"Here." the duelist handed Carnel a blue card: Level Master. "Consider it a loan. Take it and get stronger. You're a strong duelist, but your tactics rely too heavily on keeping your opponent from playing the game. Consideration. It's something I learned when I was a young duelist. Anybody can win by being overly aggressive. It's much harder to win with compassion."

"Archfiend Reverse, attack his life points directly!" With a clawed hand, the demon reached over Taiyou's empty field, striking at the duelist and dealing a whopping 3100.

"I'll put one card face down and end my turn."

Tsunozuka Side LP: 500 Hand: 2
Grave: Red Resonator, Archfiend Atheling, Edge Imp Tomahawk, Shadow Tamer, Archfiend Vizier, Archfiend's Oath
Banish: Edge Imp Sabres
ST (empty) - ST (empty) - ST (???) - ST (empty) - ST (empty) - FZ (Archfiend Palabyrinth)
MM (empty) - MM (empty) - MM (empty) - MM (empty) - MM (empty)
(Archfiend Reverse)EM[Tsunozuka] - [Taiyou]EM(empty)
MM (empty) - MM (empty) - MM (empty) - MM (empty) - MM (empty)
ST (empty) - ST (empty) - ST (empty - ST (empty) - ST (empty) - FZ (Pandemonium)
Taiyou Side

[Assistant]
"Unfortunate." Fyodor mused, "Shame I couldn't keep those Slate Warriors; they coulda made good Summoning Fodder... Oh well." With that said the next card was drawn. The Ghoulish Rider - Traveler of the Highway of Hell knew he'd have to gather more sin-filled souls for the Graveyard if he wanted to fix the sickness that afflicted the Absolute Sovereign of the Damned, as well as to secure his eternal throne above. Judging by the card he drew The Ghoulish Rider - Traveler of the Highway of Hell would not be bringing more bodies to his boneyard yet; however this card would certainly help alleviate the current sickness.

"Now then," began Konstantinovich as he waxed on, "It is a shame the scriptures record so little of His Successes beyond His illuminating knowledge to man, but some would debate if The Morning Star was that ancient serpent. Of course it is understandable those heretics would deny Our Lord's true successes and power. So this is just one of the reasons I like their John 5:19, 'We know that we are from god, and the whole world lies under the power of the Evil One.' It starts to give credit where it is due, and notes that everything as it is today is from the result of The Morningstar."

"All of man's achievements, innovations and structures," monologued The Ghoulish Rider Traveler of Hell as he flipped up his face down Monster to reveal it was the Castle of Dark Illusions. As the Castle of Dark Illusions was revealed there was a single ominous gong that rung out through the forest. It menacingly hovered in the air with its black symbol fixated at the Palace of Dark Illusions. Shortly after this the Pyramid of Wonders emerged from the night sky nearby the floating castle. The Pyramid pointed down and started releasing a light blue mist which began to fill Dokurorider Heisei - Absolute Sovereign of the Damned with a new vigor as he gained 200 Attack Points for each monster Panik controlled.

"- belong to Him. Yet there are far, far too many who do not obey and follow His Infernal Will." Fyodor remarked as he paced around during his monologue, "And it is my purpose to make sure the Devil gets his due and fully establishes His Earthen Empire."

"Go forth and strike into the shadows!"

Whizzing by Heisei drove over the Monster hidden by the shadows.

After this deed was done The Ghoulish Rider - Traveler of the Highway spoke, "I pass it on to you."

Player Killer of Darkness Side
ST (empty) - ST (empty) - ST (YL Shield) - ST (???) - ST (empty)
MM (empty) - MM (empty) - MM (Slate Warrior, LZ) - MM (empty) - MM (???, LZ)
(Ghoulish Rider)EM[EMPTY] [LINK PALACE]EM (Panik's)
MM (Castle of Dark Illusions) - MM (empty) - MM (empty) - MM (Dokurorider Heisei) - MM (empty)
ST (Pyramid of Wonders) - ST (empty) - ST (empty) - ST (empty) - ST (empty)
Ghoulish Rider - Traveler of Highway of Hell Side

Ghoulish Rider - Pain Threshold: 230 Lp Damage Taken

[User]
As Taiyo took the blow, he shuddered for a moment, the numbing sensation that generated from his duel disk reminded him of his situation.

With 400 Life Points remaining, he took a card from his deck for his turn, seemingly accepting the fate bestowed to him. "I set one monster facedown, and end my turn."


[System]
Transformations:
Common Spider Species > Oculus Spider

Inventory:
Stomach Sac - 0/3 Slots Filled. Small Items only.

pg. 46
People Of interest.
 - Zieglar Blackgate = Elite Human Male, Knight Templar
 - Trent Bondeman = Human Male, Squire
religious Idol = the sun, made up of three main deities<Holy Spirits.
understanding of what they are/reward (does not make it true, simply what he believes.)
"Dhulfiqar" The King - Rewards decisions and team work that benefit the group, Loyalty to those around and under you, supports the Leader. A barbaric blood-drinking Sun Spirit whose following is limited to the deserts of Ashyra to the south
"Galatine" The Protector - Rewards courage and bravery to stand your ground to protect and fight for others either through words or actions. Doesn't care what side of a conflict is chosen as long as a side is chosen. the one who protects, the one who brings growth and life widely revered all across Viskard.
"Claidheamh" The Mother - Rewards growth and prosperity, weather it be food or wealth as long as what is gathered is shared and wealth not horded. so that everyone may grow and be strong. An ancient Sun Spirit from the Shiri people
Theme:

Andrews Song – End of Silence (youtu.be/--GloEz01Zo)

Gender:

Male

Species:

Pixie

Appearance:

Ardur looks like a small person with light fair skin, shoulder length green hair, Golden glimmering eyes, and wings that look similar to green leaves. A few things stand out on his person. There are three round dark spots on his chest and back. Also his hands are stained purple up to his wrists.

Goals:

Ardur simply wishes to be Strong. Strong enough to protect others and take care of them. He will do what he must to push others so they can also grow and be better.

- become worshiper of the sun and spread its influence.

New personality traits: Impulsive, Slightly crazy, Inquisitive, Courageous, Maybe a bit stupid, Opportunistic, lacks empathy towards most others.

Ardur was once known as Travis Smith and worked and lived in the weird city of Portland Oregon. Now Travis had a rather normal upbringing with nothing too significant happening to him. He had parents that worked in industry. His father, worked with shipping containers as a foreman. His mother, worked with air cargo as a manager. Both did rather well for their family and kept them in a modest home. He had two younger sisters, twins actually. Both were dead set on joining the navy after they graduated.

Now Travis learned early on through volunteer work with his high school, that helping others was what he wanted to do. So instead of joining up with the military, was able to get a few scholarships and went into paramedic courses and physical trainer classes. Both of which he excelled at, finding his purpose in helping others. He did adopt a strange and sometimes dark sense of humor through this to deal with the stressful work environment of a paramedic. he filled his down time with listening and singing along to a variety of different modern and classic music as well as watching nature documentary's to help him relax.

For a time his life was good. He did what he could to help others through work and volunteering. Travis learned more about himself then he expected too. Working one week on one week off was a bit of a pain but it allowed him to work with some local athletes in his free time. Travis eventually found himself to be quiet in the company of others, always with a smile on his face. He did tend to be a bit pushy toward the people he was working with. He wanted to see them grow and be great. Somehow he adopted a protective side to him as well, especially towards his friends or the people he loved. This protective instinct would eventually lead to his down fall.

Travis, now 32, was going to be married in three months to a beautiful short red head named Sara, who just so happened to be a couple months pregnant. Sara was the one person who could really light a fire under him and get him to do anything. She was his motivation to be better, she was his muse. The last night he would be working was a stormy one. Just past midnight with rain, wind, and thunder. A strong winter storm. He was called out with his partner to a domestic. Apparently the husband beat his wife up pretty bad then ran out into the night.

The two paramedics didn't think anything of it. It wasn't the first time they had been called out to something like this and it wouldn't be the last. The police officers that stayed at the residence called out that the scene was safe as they approached. A severely beaten female sat on the hood of one of the police cars. Travis and his partner approached her and began to asses her injuries. The police officers were nearby interviewing some neighbors when it happened. He saw him out of the corner of his eye. A man brandishing a revolver came at them from in between a few houses intent on killing the woman.

Travis didn't think he only reacted. Grabbing the woman and turning away from the man he tried to push her away and around the ambulance. He remembered hearing thunder and a scream. The thunder rang out three times but all he felt was cold as he hit the wet pavement. Several other flashes of lights and thunder rang out into the night as the last thing he remembers was thinking that Sara was going to kill him for this. The blurry and muted voice of his partner and the other officers continued in his head until everything faded, and he was alone and cold.

Then suddenly there was light and a voice talking about rebirth and demon kings. He thought he was hallucinating and thought this was just some sort of way his body dealt with the sudden loss of function, so he decided to play along. So many choices he wondered which one would suit him? The slime seemed nice but strange, the dire Rat just reminded him of filth and garbage. Then there was a wisp it seemed more of a loner and mysterious.

The goblin simply reminded him of stories of greed and madness, both things he dealt with regularly before and wasn't too keen on continuing that. The serpent seemed interesting but seemed more designed to inflict lasting pain or torture and that wasn't what he stood for. Finally, he was introduced to the Pixie. A strange creature sure, weaker than the others but a healer. Something that supports groups without inflicting too much pain. This is what he decided on and in an instant he felt cold again but also strange like waking up from a bad dream.

[User]
@SilverPaw @Searat @Jobst @Bishop
If he hadn't been half expecting it already due to their talking the confirmation that one of the rats was from Earth as well would have been a shock to Danny. Of course he knew that the Demon king had summoned others, but he never though that he would run into at least one of them so soon. Thinking back to the talking slime from earlier he wondered if that was also a former human, but decided that would be too big a coincidence.

Danny wondered about the rat's question he had no intention of fighting, but to be declaring them friends was a bit too soon. With that in mind he felt there was only one answer. "Ally for now, maybe friends later" Deciding to show he was serious and willing to trust them he slowly lowered himself to the point that the rats could reach him if they wanted too while also making sure not to show any aggression.

Abilities:

* Mana Orb: a simple blast of magic. At the moment it only does as much damage as a strong punch on average, unless the enemy is weak to magic. As it gets stronger it becomes a generic, non elemental energy blast.
* Lesser Force: like telekinesis, but only at arm's length, and it isn't very strong. A Wisp could use it to pick up food, but not to throw a heavy rock, for example.
* Levitation: allows the user to float about three feet off the ground continuously. To rise higher requires effort equivalent to physical climbing, and the Speed is never faster than a brisk walk

Transformations:

Inventory:

[Assistant]
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@Old Amsterdam
Still somewhat recovering from the effects of the strange crystal, Jason suddenly heard Rain call his name. Though he wanted to tell his comrade about his discovery, he hesitated. This crystal had strange properties, ones that were potentially volatile... He had to intensely study it first, "Whaaaaat Rain? I'm trying to sleeeep." he said, feigning a groggy voice. He would tell her about it once he knew it was safe.

Once he managed to get Rain to leave, Jason reached out and lightly touched the stone for a bit before activating [Tremor Sense I] as he began doze off once again. He intended to have the skill running all night long to warn him of any intruders attempting to invade his hideaway, research on the crystal would have to wait until the morning.

* 2x Mana Crystal
* 3x Healing herb
* 1x Poison Tainted Mana Crystal
* 1x Goblin Head
* 1x Stone

[User]
Ardur The Pixie  poking the Bear >>>> Home sweet home /// day 14 // Dusk?

Ardur stayed perfectly still and listened, at this time he no longer believed he could get a friend out of the monster. Although he now knew the creature's plans, and they would definitely have to deal with this one and the others before pressing on. The pixie continued to wait until the goblins foot falls where no longer around. The energy in the cave also seemed to have died down a little, and he could feel himself beginning to feel sleepy but still hungry.

With the coast being clear the pixie began to work his way back to his ceiling home. Dodging this way and that through the stalactite maze. The pixie snatched more than a few flying insects out of the air for dinner. As he neared his home he began to use his healing magic to again heal the muscle fibers in his body and wings as he flew faster just outside his home. He wasn't trying to hide himself and would seem quite erratic to anyone who was watching.

Just before he felt his stamina running out Ardur grasped the ledge of his home and made his way inside. He was instantly greeted by Steve's watchful gaze on the other side of the small hallow. Tossing two of the five wingless and squirming insects in front of his roommate he watched the spider pull and entangle the insects into his web and further back into his room. The spider was the equivalent size of a dog to him. Maybe one day he could make it his friend or pet. But for now Ardur would simply eat the insects he had before curling up in the small leafy bed he had made days before. A combination of spider silk and vegetation, "good night Steve" Ardur spoke as he drifted off to sleep.


[System]
"Ana"

Character Summary
Species: Mirialan
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Height: 5'7
Weight: 58kg/127 lbs
Class: Padawan
Position: Still in training

Skills, Weapons and Abilities

Weapons: Zelliana's primary weapon is a double-bladed lightsaber with a white hilt and accented with chrome and bits of magenta. Inside the hilt is green kyber crystal which produces a bright green blades when the weapon is activated. Her secondary weapon is a prototype blaster pistol that she managed to get off a dead Mandalorian when she was younger, it has a high output of damage, but drains the power cell heavily as a result, making it a useful back up if she can't use her lightsaber for whatever reason, but can't be heavily relied upon.

Saber Skills: Although she's still in training to become a Jedi Shadow, she shows great promise with her lightsaber skills, her main form being Dejm So because it could be used defensively such as deflecting blaster fire, yet could also be used in lightsaber combat and the agressiveness of the form that allowed a transition from blocks and parries to overwhelming and strong counterattacks really drew it to being her preferred style. Zelliana's second form that she sometimes uses however hasn't kept up her practice with is Niman, mostly taking it because the masters encouraged her to use it, finding it was the most fitting for her path and the weapon she uses, so this form isn't as strong as her Dejm So and if she uses it, has a higher chance of losing a fight.

Force Skills:
 * Telekinesis – A basic force talent that allows her to use force push and pull.
* Force Cloak – She practices this force talent as much as possible, although since she hasn't mastered it yet, she can't keep up the duration for very long and it may sometimes abruptly end without her wanting it to.
* Force Sense – Allows her to sense the feelings of others as well as momentus events or impending danger.
* Force Stun – Force ability that allows her to temporarily deaden the senses and perceptions of her target, this ability isn't used frequently, so the duration of it can vary.
* Mind Trick – She can use the force to influence the thoughts of people, another ability she hasn't gotten the hang of yet, so it's success rate varies.

Weaknesses: One of Zelliana's biggest weakenesses is her overconfidence and arrogance when it comes to her skills, she dreams about the day that she can take the trials and become a full fledged Jedi Knight, this results in her being impatient sometimes and going ahead of whatever task or mission is at hand before any orders are given. Her force abilities are slightly weaker than her peers or other Jedi, making attacks with the force not as powerful and inflicting not as much damage, it's mainly why she relies more on physical attacks rather than attacks with the force.

Background

Born on Corellia, Zelliana remembers little of her early childhood, her planet had been attacked during the Mandalorian Wars and she had been captured, being brought back and made into a servant for the Mandalorians. She spent three years as a servant until she finally had enough and attempted an escape, using a vibroblade she had been tasked with to clean, she slashed her way through as many of them as she could, injuring them though not severely and making it all the way to the entrance of camp before a stun shot hit her and incapacitated her.

When she came to, she was surrounded by most of the clan, debating whether or not to kill her, but the clan leader saw in her a fire in her that rather than be snuffed out, could be made to work for them. She then began her long Mandalorian training, learning how to fight hand-to-hand, with blades and blasters, Mandalorian culture and customs, she took to it rather quickly and before she knew it, she was apart of the clan.

Two years passed and she was now eager to fight wither other clan members and earn glory like many of them had. Although she was much to young to start fighting with them yet, she was allowed to accompany some men on a hunt on Dxun, it would provide her with more experience for the future and would allow her to gain some glory until she was old enough to join them in battle. During the hunt, they came across a boy, slightly older than Zelliana, who escaped a nearby camp and had been hiding until he could find means to escape the jungle moon; he was given a vibroblade and was pitted up against Zelliana, promising to be allowed to leave if he could best her.

The fight between the two of them was slightly difficult for her, the boy was older and stronger than her, but thanks to her training, she managed to knock him onto his back and had her blade pointed at his throat. But when she was ordered to finish him, she couldn't find the strength to do it, even worse, she struck down one of her clansmen when he was about to shoot the boy and then fled with him on one of the ships the arrived on; disgracing herself as well as her clan, she fled the system, flying all the way to Nar Shaddaa where she hid for a few months, surviving by stealing anything she could to eat.

One day on Nar Shaddaa, she spotted a robed man who looked fairly fairly wealthy, but what really got her attention was the item he carried on his belt, it was a long cylindrical, chrome tube. The way he quickly hid it when it briefly was visible to the public eye made her think that it was highly valuable and went about pickpocketing by bumping into him.

Zelliana hastily retreated back to the hideout she had made in the slums to inspect the bounty she had collected, trying to figure out how it worked and was startled when a bright blue blade emerged from the chrome object. The man she had lifted the weapon from had quickly tracked her down, noticing instantly when his weapon went missing. He had been ready to approach and reprimand her, but then he noticed something, a power flowing through her...the force, even though she was past the age in which force sensitives could be trained, but their numbers were low and they needed all the new Jedi they could get.

When he approached her, he prevented Zelliana from fleeing again and then explained that he was a Jedi and that she had the force flowing through her, she didn't believe him at first, but through persuasion, convinced her to go with him. She arrived on Dantooine and the Jedi that found her explained to the situation to the enclave masters and even though they were hesitant to allow someone as old as she was to begin Jedi training, they couldn't deny they needed all the new members they could get. With that, she was approved and spent the next two years learning the ways of the force as well as saber forms, taking to it rather easily thanks to her Mandalorian training.

Those were the happiest two years of her life, she enjoyed being with the Order and being a Jedi, but her happiness was cut short when the Mandalorians struck Coruscant. She was in the Jedi Temple, sparring with her master when the first bombardment took place, she had been ordered to retreat whilst he defended the temple, but she ignored that order and went with him. The battle was difficult, many Jedi and Padawans that chose to stay were struck down and it was clear that they weren't going to win, reluctantly, both Zelliana and her master fled the Jedi Temple and the planet, he knew it would do them no good to stay and die.

Things didn't get any better after Coruscant, she and her master traveled from system to system, trying to remain hidden, but were always discovered, then the unthinkable for Zelliana happened, whilst fleeing for what seemed like the hundredth time, her master took a blaster bolt to his stomach and succumbed to his injury but not before telling her of a hidden enclave on Valkaina that he had recently been notified about and was sure wouldn't be discovered.

Now, a few weeks later, here she is, on Valkaina, looking to be assigned a new master and even more so, looking to take her trials and become a fully fledged knight of the Jedi Order, though she still has a ways to go, especially on her patience and being humble, she'll no doubt make and excellent Jedi Knight.

[User]
Wilkdon arose from his slumber like many an old man had done before. With plenty of grunting, groaning, stretching, and a few popping sounds, he sat up, slid off of the bed, and began to get dressed. Garbing himself in robes that blended the traditional dress of both the Jedi and the Luka Sene, finished with fur-lined boots that provided ample protection against the cold of the more remote sections of the Temple. Taking hold of his staff, and carefully leaning against it, Wilkdon stepped out from his room, and headed for the dining area, eager to partake in some breakfast.

Entering the dining hall, Wilkdon carefully arranged a simple meal, sitting alone at a central table. The hall was rather empty at this hour, though the morning crowd was slowly starting to trickle in. Eventually, Wilkdon found himself accompanied by a recently-anointed Knight.

"Greetings Master Rumnaheim, A-" spoke the youth, before Wilkdon raised a hand to cut him off. Please, I'm just an old man trying to do some good in this galaxy, not a Jedi Master...Call me Wilkdon." The young Jedi nodded, and spoke hesitantly "O-okay, Wilkdon. Are you enjoying your meal?"

The old man nodded, taking a sip of his beverage, and replied "It is...satisfactory. Certainly not the best meal I've had in my life, but one of the better once since we founded the Enclave, now that we finally have more reliable supply lines. But...I sense that this is not why you have chosen to sit with me...So why are you here, if I may ask?"

The youth sighed "Well Ma-..Wilkdon, sir. I w-was wondering, how do your people see, e-exactly? My Master once stated something about Force Sight, but I was never fully instructed on the matter." Wilkdon nodded softly "I can offer instruction in the future, but not today. I am willing, however, to retrieve instructional texts from our archives for you, if you so wish. And then, once you have studied them, we can convene on what you have learned. I'm planning on heading to the library after I finish my meal, so I will be sure to gather them straight away. Which dormitory do you call home?" The young knight informed Wilkdon of his residence, and after the two finished their meals they parted ways

After breakfast, Wilkdon made his trip to the library. Approaching the desk at which sat Mazai Kiro, he politely rapped his knuckles against the desk, to draw her attention. "Forgive me for the interruption, Master Kiro, but I would like some assistance. I was wondering if you could aide me in gathering our texts on the study, teaching, and application of Force Sight, and any on Miralukan anatomy. I have a new acquaintance who wishes to learn about how we see, and I'd like for him to be able to learn while I attend to other matters...Now, I'd gather the texts myself, but I'm afraid I'm not as limber as I used to be...Plus, I'd enjoy the company."

[Assistant]
Valdis sighed, having readied his ship for launch for the second time in the past twenty minutes, he really ought to get a droid for tasks like this. He was waiting for Maria to return before they set out on their recruitment mission, or would it be extraction? since their target was already a Jedi, either way the ship was going nowhere until her return.

He stood up and walked out the ramp, looking around the port in case she was near, spotting her talking to a Mirialan nearby. He made his way over, ignoring the looks he recieved from some of the other republic mechanics and pilots, despite being a jedi the fact that he was also a Mandalorian still got him suspicious looks and cautious glares, and the armor didn't help. "Everything is ready to go, we can leave when your ready but we should go soon" he eyes another glaring mechanic out of the corner of his helmets visor "else less friendly Mandalorians get to our jedi first" He then looked to the Mirialan, whom he didn't recognize as being on the mission originally "Will you be joining us?"

@DirtyDingo

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Atan stood on a small balcony area overlooking what amounted to an underground courtyard in the center of the few rooms and quarters dedicated to the Zeison Sha in the enclave. Right now some of the Zeison Sha warriors were training new initiates on the use of the discblade, some of the initiates had even been padawans from the order here, a point of tension between The Jedi and the Zeison Sha. Such tensions were inevitable, what with the two ideologies moving in together, though they are, thankfully, minor, the most he's had to deal with is two or three incidents of a Jedi knight accusing them of 'stealing' or 'seducing' their padawan but otherwise it was usually debates over clashing ideas, and Atan did his best to make sure it didn't escalate past that.

Right now, however, if he remembered correctly, Master Antilles had called for a meeting of the Jedi council in charge of this enclave, and though he was not a Jedi himself, as the pseudo-head of the Zeison Sha here he was called to participate. He should probably start on his way there now. He turned around and walked back into his quarters, setting datapad on a desk against the wall and heading out the other door.

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"Yeah, I know what you mean, I was beginning to get a little stir crazy myself," Ana gave a small chuckle, she was actually looking forward to getting out of the enclave for a bit, she'd been alone for the most part and even she could see that was starting to become unhealthy. "Yup, made sure I had everything before I came down," Ana added, she was surprised she hadn't forgotten what with her mind being preoccupied on other things, but no doubt it was her master's constant reminders to always have herself prepared that kept her from forgetting.

Ana took notice to a man approaching Maria and herself, she could tell right away he was a Jedi as well, his armor giving away that he was Mandalorian too, something that she was surprised to see within the ranks of the Jedi all things considered, then again she sort of was a Mandalorian as well, so perhaps it wasn't all that strange after all. "Oh, yes, my name's Zelliana Nasan, but you can just call me Ana, everyone else does," she responded cheerily when the Mandalorian Jedi addressed her.

She was quite curious about the mission they were going on, she felt much wasn't told about what they'd be doing, so either she hadn't been fully listening when it was being discussed or it was being kept purposely vague, though considering how she usually was, she didn't put it past herself to have not paid attention, "So what exactly is this mission we're going on?" She asked no one in particular.


[System]
Gender: Female

Age: 38

Alignment: Neutral Evil

Rank:

Objective for the Grail: To increase the wealth and power of her family

Personality: Lanfen is a patient and methodical person, someone who understands the value of taking their time to ensure things are done properly, but this is due to a surplus of restraint rather than being her natural state; it is against her base nature to hold herself back and to take things slow but these are the values that she was taught and she has enough self-control to abide by them.

She is greedy, naturally avaricious and covetous, but not so much as to let it affect her actions. She is one to set her sights high and always aim for the biggest reward possible, but is able to let an opportunity pass if pursuing it would put herself at risk.

There is a cruel streak running through her that shows itself on occasion. Lanfen does not actively seek to do harm to others, but if she must harm others to reach her goal then she will not hesitate to do so and will even do so with a hint of eagerness at times. There is a mocking note to her personality that she is not always able to hide.

Biography: The Huang family has existed in some form or another for over 1000 years, although anti-sorcery purges and changes to the political climate in China mean that they have undergone several transitions during that time. Hailing from Southern China they are a group of Gu practitioners who used their abilities to quickly acquire a vast amount of wealth and power, using curses and poisons to eliminate rivals or prominent individuals and claim their fortunes as their own. However, such growth attracted attention and during one of China's many purges of Gu practitioners and witches they were discovered and nearly eradicated; their work was destroyed, their members nearly wiped out and their fortune lost. Some of the family managed to survive, by luck or by design, and were able to rebuild from the ground up.

 This story repeated itself several times; a swift rise and an even more abrupt fall as Gu practitioners were hunted and eradicated by whoever was in power at the time and all eyes turned towards those families who had no good explanation for where or how they had obtained what they had. All progress lost and all fortune scattered as the Huang's were left to pick up the pieces and start again. Hard lessons were learnt along the way and a subtler, more careful approach was adopted; a slower accumulation of wealth, less obvious grabs for power and a lot of care given to staying in the shadows and giving people no reason to notice them.

They learned the hard way that growing too fast tends to attract attention and all the power in the world meant nothing when the might of the Emperor was directed against them. Patience and a slow and steady solidifying of their foothold would mean that they would outlast any Emperor that sought to eradicate them, or any other threat for that matter. The last purge they fell victim to was 400 years ago and because of their new approach they were one of the last groups of Gu practitioners to be discovered, giving them the time they needed to hide and secure most of their assets and even avoid the destruction of the most powerful of the Gu creatures that they had been cultivating over the last 200 years, preventing the loss of their magecraft.

This is the Huang family as Lanfen was born into it; careful, methodical and subdued. They yearned for the wealth and power they once achieved at their height, though they were not lacking in either, but restrained themselves and focused on slowly and steadily cultivating both in a manner that would benefit future generations more than themselves. Always with an eye to the future, the Huang family grows and grows and grows without exposing themselves to the world at large. Even so, they could not resist the allure of the Holy Grail War; they know they are taking a risk in sending a representative and exposing themselves, but what they stand to gain if they claim the Grail is potentially greater than what they might lose. After all, it's not like they haven't rebuilt themselves several times before and the loss of a single Magus is hardly comparable to the purges of the past.

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Magic Circuit Switch: The image of a snake coiling around a rat

Number of Magic Circuits: A

Quality of Magic Circuits: C

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Elemental Affinity: Fire and Earth

Magecraft: Although she has never attended the Clocktower, Lanfen is as versed in the basics of General Magecraft as any graduate of the Clocktower would be, having received a comprehensive education from her family. Aside from this she has a strong foundation in formal craft and cursing technique, both of which are geared towards working with her family's specialty of Gu magecraft.

Gu magecraft utilises the practice of sealing several venomous creatures, such as spiders, scorpions, snakes and so on, in a container and waiting for them to devour each other; the poisons and grudges of those creatures are concentrated into the surviving creature and this creature is then used as a source of power or as a charm to perform various acts. The creature can either be used in its entirety or its poison can be extracted and used instead, depending on how much power is required.

As a type of magecraft that is very well suited to cultivating magical energy into containers, which can then be used by any Magus and not just the one who cultivated it, Gu magecraft has a good synergy with Formal Craft. The magical energy produced through Gu is also inherently negative, meaning it is well suited for use in cursing techniques; Gu practitioners often use their art either to accumulate wealth, usually at the expense of others, or as a means of enacting revenge and are well acquainted with curses as a result.

Magic Crest: The Huang family does not possess a Magic Crest in the traditional sense; they instead pass their knowledge down through more traditional means and instead cultivate power in a different way from Western Mage families.

For the past 600 years the Huang family have invested significant time and resources into cultivating a single Gu creature, one whose poisons have fuelled their magecraft for generations. The efficacy of Gu magecraft greatly depends upon how much magical energy has been cultivated and as the focus of the Huang families efforts this particular creature has consumed tens of thousands of poisons and grudges. This creature, rather than a crest, is the backbone of their magecraft.

Equipment:
Concealing Umbrella – A mystic code capable of concealing the magical energies of a person by creating a weak effect not dissimilar to a bounded field. The effect does not reach very far, covering the person holding it and perhaps a couple of others standing in close proximity. The effect is more easily bypassed than that of a bounded field, but it works well at preventing detection from those who are not actively looking to find someone.

Magic Opium Pipe – A pipe used in order to spread poisonous vapours over a wide area. When packed with a form of solidified Gu poison and lit the smoke produced by this pipe can be controlled and directed by the Magus holding the pipe.

A dozen minor Gu creatures – While the Huang family may possess an extraordinarily powerful Gu creature, every Gu practitioner should regularly cultivate a number of their own creatures for their own use so as not to be tied to one location and so as not to be dependent on others. Lanfen has in her possession twelve minor Gu creatures that she keeps with her at all times to act as fuel for her magecraft when her family's creature is not readily available. They are strong enough as to be able to shapeshift into different animals and Lanfen likes to have them take the form of blood-red butterflies, but they are able to take on more subtle forms if need be.

Exceptional Benefit: Superior Mystic Code

[User]
Spring-Heeled Jack - Assassin
Fuyuki Park – Can't Catch A Break

It seemed that neither Servant had chosen to pursue him, the Caster and Saber not making any moves in his direction either because they hadn't followed which direction he had gone or because they didn't want to leave the Masters vulnerable again. There were other possibilities as well, but those seemed the most likely to him.

With no immediate threats it was now up to him to decide what course of action to take next; well, it was his Master's call ultimately but unless she spoke up then he would continue to act as he desired. He wanted to stay in the area around the park, lingering on the edges of the conflict as he waited for another opportunity to strike, but he knew that as long as the Caster was still present he would only find himself stymied once more even if he found another chance. He wanted, needed to kill something before this night was over; the young Magus whose fear and imminent death he could still taste on his tongue would be his first choice, but if he could gut that bitch Caster instead he would gladly take it.

If he waited long enough, then perhaps they would forget about him or think him gone. There were enough Servants still around that anything could still happen; the Servants protecting the Masters could be pulled away but a bigger threat or the Caster could find herself hurt or forced to flee. He could be patient, he could wait and he could stalk and he could bide his time for as long as was necessary. All it would take was for the Berserkers to drift too close to the Masters hiding spot for everything to be thrown into disarray.

Speaking of which, how was the 'Stronger Berserker' dealing with the demon girl?

Oh.

Oh no.

Assassin leapt, cycling power through his legs as he launched himself skyward with as much force and speed as he could, his presence concealment dropping away as he put all his focus towards surviving, his jump carrying him high above the building and Berserkers attack. The gust of wind was powerful and broad; anyone seeking to dodge the attack would find themselves caught in an attack that was wider than one would typically expect, but the leap of a Servant whose myth predominantly revolved around 'jumping' was more explosive than most and Assassin was able to avoid the worst of it.

But he did not escape unscathed. Although he avoided the worst of it the edge of the attack still caught him and Assassin could feel the monstrous force of the wind buffeting him. His legs were closest to the centre of the gale and suffered the worst of it, the wind lacerating them, tearing and drawing blood. When Assassin landed back in the park, his leap carrying him up and over Berserker, it was on legs that protested their rough treatment and which nearly buckled under him.

Rather than stay still this time, Assassin reactivated his Presence Concealment and pushed himself to move, another jump carrying him away from his landing spot and out of the range of Berserker's attack should she lash out at that spot blindly.

Hearts@Crusader Lord

[Assistant]
Archer - Parthenopeus
Buildings near the Academy

Not a hit. Not a good hit, that is. It was enough of one. And now, to his defense. He turns in the air, and his hand sings out - the string of his bow does not cease even for a moment. An attack like this is not so bad, he reasons. After all, these are barely more than men. What are men to him? They're nothing. This is nothing. His body twists in the air - fifty isn't enough. Hundred isn't enough. A thousand - well, you might get somewhere with a thousand, to be fair. His quiver does not empty, and his hands do not still. The arrows meet arrows, and his win out every time. Of course they would. Entering a contest of archery with an Archer is only bound for failure. The sky is clear before he even touches the ground. Ah, yes, the ground. His body turns again, and again he works.

He doesn't need to kill all a hundred of them before he touches the ground. Only those near where he's landing. Watching their movements makes it easy. They're preparing to attack, so he'll just anticipate each and every of their strikes on the way down. He'll watch to see which plan to stab him as he falls. Which plan to bind his limbs when he lands. Which plan to defend their allies from his lethal arrows. All this taken in but a second as he falls back to Earth. His bow sings out again. Half a dozen arrows, with exacting aim. He'll take them through gaps in their armor, through weak points in their defenses to assure they each fall with a singular arrow. Of course, that's all but assured - after all, they aren't even as durable as he is.

... But, all that said, 'surrounded' still isn't a place he wants to be. If only because it means his arrows can't reach his true opponent as well as he'd like. It would be harder for him to kill the man. So, he steps around and through, ducking, rolling, and maneuvering around them. It's like shifting through a shifting maze of knives. It's essentially impossible, at least from his position, to get out of it without being cut and stabbed, navigating away from the worst of it, even while he drills into them with arrows from just a foot away. He bleeds, but does not slow, leaping away from the trap he found on the ground.

He's pretty sure he could kill him, if he wanted it. As far as he's concerned, the battle is going in his favor. But he doesn't notch another arrow, once he's free. Instead, he looks past the army, at the man.

"Hmm. I think not, no. I've been told to leave. Tonight just isn't my night... First, that woman, and now this." Even that said, he doesn't turn his back on him. Or his army. He fights best when he can see his opponents, after all.

"I'll be going now. You can chase me if you want. Just know that you'll die if you do."

It isn't a threat, and he says it with plenty of levity. But it's a warning. They can break the fight now, or he can continue to fight. He isn't maintaining soldiers, or using any Noble Phantasm. And what he does have isn't taxing. Even with the damage he's taken, he still feels like he's better off, right now.

He does not bow, or anything in supplication, before he turns his back on the man and his army, and starts moving away. Rooftop to rooftop. It isn't that he's opposed to being someone's soldier, and the vanguard of their army. It's that he just doesn't like the look of that man or his army. Something smells off is the only explanation he could give, if asked.

[User]
Western Farms Workshop – Better Late Than Never

Lanfen was nothing if not patient. Delaying the summoning of her Servant until well after most others had begun fighting and allowing the other Masters of the war to make their opening gambits before her was a sacrifice she was willing to make if it meant she had more time to better prepare her workshop. The groundwork she laid down now would serve as her foundation for the rest of this conflict and haste in this moment could be her downfall days or weeks from now; that was a lesson her family had learned dozens of times over.

With everything finally established, her workshop setup with everything she should need and her boundaries and defences in place, she could finally summon her champion. The diamond tipped arrowhead she had used as a catalyst had been hard to acquire but as she saw her Servant for the first time, shining and radiant in golden armour, resplendent in his fine clothing, she felt it was worth the effort and the expense it had cost her family.

"Greetings; I am your Master, but you can call me Lanfen if you wish. Will you fight for my cause?"