[System]
Alias: Re-Re, Muffin, Utter Disappointment
Date of Birth: December 8th, Age 733.

Age: 46 (physically 28-33).
Height: 6'0".
Weight: 130 lbs.
Species: Saiyan-human half-breed.
Gender: Male.

Relatives/Relationships:
* Bruss (biological father; deceased).
*Liu Yin (biological mother: alive).
*Beerus (Former Master)
*Whis ('Real' Former Master)
*Soru (Friend/coworker)

Occupation(s): Tempworker (generally Janitorial), Low Class Warrior.
Affiliation(s): None
Former Affiliation(s): College Student

Hair Color: Silver
Eye Color: Silver

Personality: Careful, Jester, Stubborn, Thoughtful, Patient, Intellectual, Optional Coward.

Power(s): None but apparently can go Super Saiyan according to Beerus
Abilities: Master close combat Fighter, Immense Physical and Mental Strength, Surprisingly Durable, Heightened Senses
Powerful Ki-control, sense, flight, poor manifestation outside of the body, skilled in using it to amplify his own power, medium regeneration.
(Relies more on his own power than blasts due to difficult to manifest)
Sphere of Destruction/Beerus Ball (Taught by Beerus, can't manifest fully), Pressure Point attacks.

Theme Song: youtube.com/watch?v=hNtP8zJFL2M

[User]
Kinoko wasn't sure if she should tell her brother the truth of what was happening between the two of them; of how much the past has affected in such a dramatic way. What he said made her sigh, as she thought about a much more logical answer. "Like you said, Vegeta: How can I become stronger if I'm getting distracted all the time?", the princess said, keeping her gaze on him, before crossing her arms. It's not like she meant any ill-will towards Goku, but Vegeta's type of training has always been more serious.

"No more pulling back; no more holding back", she told him, approaching him, and levitating until she was in front of him. "I want you to hit me", she didn't want to test him, but she had to find out if what Kakarot was true. "I don't care where; just do it."

[Assistant]
Vegeta was silent for a moment staring at Kinoko as she explained herself, he closed his eyes seeming to understand what was going on right now. His eyes narrowed a bit and he mumbled 'Kakarot' under his breath. He had said that to Kinoko's face while he was there, he looked back at Kinoko and reaching forward gripped the front of her clothes with his hand. It was unknown why he did this until it came without any kind of warning, his fist slammed into Kinoko's stomach with far more speed and force than any of usual attacks, it happened in what felt like milliseconds and the force of it would easily kill a normal human. This was how he hit enemies, how he hit Kakarot and if not for the fact he had gripped her clothes she more than likely would have been flying.

Vegeta released her and took a step back, he hadn't changed into a Super Saiyan but it felt like he had hit her full force in his second transformation at least, it showed how much he had been holding back and he stared at Kinoko crossing his arms over his chest.
"If I went all out from the very beginning you'd be a stain on the floor by now Kinoko. The last thing I need from a survivor of my blood."
Vegeta turned his back to her and started walking away.
"I don't know what you expected from this, but hopefully you know your limits now. Don't speak so lightly about training against me, I'll stop pulling back when you're worth the effort."

[User]
The next move was unexpected, but it was exactly like how she wanted it. She wanted him to hurt her; to push her, but then, he stops, and turns away like nothing happened. Clutching her stomach with cough, Kinoko was on her feet by the time Vegeta was making his departure. "You goddamn coward", she suddenly said, spitting some blood out, before stopping him with a telekinetic force. She felt an uprising anger in her chest, and she needed to get it out; even if it meant by taunting or patronizing him, Kinoko needed to get it out. "I ask you to train me, and it frustrates me that you're still holding back. I want to get stronger, even it means for you to, by all means, beat me!", with the amount of energy she has, the princess used her Ki to regenerate.

"From what I've suffered from, I want to overcome it. I want you to overcome it too, Vegeta!", she paused; the fire rising in her eyes. "I am the Princess of Saiyans, so train me, like how a Saiyan would!", she was being direct with him, not afraid of what he could potentially throw at her. It was the one thing they had in common: Being stubborn.

[Assistant]
Vegeta's body stopped feeling Kinoko's force hit him, he closed his eyes at her words and his Ki flared for a moment as he broke her hold on him and turned to face her. He knew all too well how Kinoko felt, it was the same feeling when he found out Kakarot was holding back against him with his Super Saiyan three. Under different circumstances he wouldn't have held back, even if it was family, he even gave Trunks a chance and pushed him past his limits. Vegeta crossed his arms over his chest and walking back over to Kinoko, his expression was beyond simple anger at this point, family or not he didn't like being called a coward.

Vegeta reached forward and grabbed Kinoko's armor pulling her face closer to his glaring at her.
"You think I want to hold back you idiot!" Vegeta yelled before pushing her away. "How you have my blood and Kakarot's idiocy is beyond me. You're so damn thick headed just like him. Do you honestly think the only reason I'm holding back because I 'don't want to hurt you' do you really think I'm that soft. If you do then clearly you don't understand anything about me. Fighting is a part of culture, getting stronger is our duty as Saiyan's! If you can't get past losing and your past weakness then you're not worthy of being called a Saiyan. Even I keep striving, every day without stop knowing Kakarot is just one step ahead of me, haunted by that pain daily, haunted by the fact I was powerless not only against Freiza but a low class Saiyan."
The floor cratered nearby as Vegeta's anger reached its peak, he seemed inches away from knocking Kinoko through half the city, but as he glared at her something showed in him, it wasn't so much hesitation, it was almost fear and he sighed and closed his eyes controlling his energy.
"...do you not feel it when we fight," Vegeta said looking back at her.
His gaze was softer, though he still had the same angry expression it was clear he was calmer.
"I figured by now you'd pick up on it. Why I can't go all out on you. It's not that I don't want to, it's that I have to hold myself back. If you can't understand it at this point then there's no sense explaining it to you. You have my stubbornness but his lack of tact."
Vegeta said this and turned his back on her again.

[User]
Kinoko didn't flinch when Vegeta had managed to bring her close, before having to grunt as he pushed her away, where she stumbled a little, but managed to keep her composure. At this very moment, she wasn't, at all, scared of his presence, considering that she was became so used to it, and that she didn't find anything negative. In other words, she understood him, since they were sort-of on the same page when it came to feeling inferior. If Vegeta ever found out about what the Savior told her the other day, Goku might end up under the bus. She didn't want that for the younger.

As if to seemingly mirror him, the princess gathered herself before managing to cross her arms, and shouting back. "Don't think I'm that blind, Vegeta! You're frustrated; as am I. But, just because we are of the elite, doesn't mean we should excel over others; sure, we may be the strongest race out there, but we are certainly not meant to be a perfect one!", she wasn't sure whether if it was a good idea to even mention such a thing, but she had to clear Vegeta's judgement. "As bad as it seems, for the both of us, we didn't exactly take training too seriously in the past either, until we met Kakarot; just so you know!". No fear in her eyes; that same fire remained, only lightly, as she calmed herself down. "That's not to say we can't reach new levels or heights", as close as she was to Goku, both personally and relatively, the task wasn't impossible. Kinoko, good-heartedly, always claimed the younger to be "the special one" of the three Pure-Saiyans, but, for the Prince's own good, she kept it to herself.

Kinoko then halfway turned her back on him, having to see him out of the corner of her eye. When he spoke again, slight fear came to her. Through many years of thinking, she didn't know whether if it was allowable or possible. "I feel myself getting stronger, every time we do", she looked at one of her hands, flexing it.

Growing up, she had looked up to her older brother, up to the point where she felt deep anguish over his death, when Frieza arrived; where she turned Super Saiyan for the first time. Since then, she had always wanted to gain his approval, when the intense, seemingly-endless training began. Strangely, it stimulated something, shortly after each session; a kind of craving she can't really shake off. "Well, I am a half to each of you. You might, as well, just tell me", in truth, she probably knew what the Prince was talking about; if it was about that specific topic.
"I'm all ears".

[Assistant]
It took almost all of his willpower not to turn back to Kinoko at her words, he slammed his fist into the wall shattering it in the process needing some kind of outlet for the blasphemy that just came from his own sisters mouth. He seemed to take a deep breath staring at his hand for a moment. His eyes narrowed and he clenched it into a fist, there was no reasoning with Kinoko on this matter, not that he wanted to anyway. Talking about feelings and emotions was Kakarot's thing so he didn't see why she was putting so much effort into talking with him about it.
"Speak for yourself," Vegeta said turning to Kinoko. "It's hard to believe Saiyan blood runs through you sometimes. You are not just any Saiyan Kinoko, you are a princess, part of your duty is to excel over others, it's your bloodline whether you accept it or not."
Vegeta stopped at that point his eyes twitching for a moment, something seemed to hit him in that moment but whatever it was he shook it off as quickly as it came.
"...it doesn't matter. This conversation is meaningless, figure it out yourself I'm not your babysitter and don't say you're half of me. Someone who calls themselves my sibling should know better than to ever say such things to me."

Vegeta started to leave when a figure appeared between them, Goku lowering two fingers from his head smiled before it quickly faded as he looked at the two of them, he blinked a few times before rubbing the back of his head. Even he could feel the tension in the air right now.
"Uh...did I come at a bad time?"
Vegeta huffed and turning walked away from them, Goku started to stop him but withdrew his hand knowing that aura, he'd end up blown though the wall if he tried to stop him right now, instead he turned to Kinoko arching a brow at her.
"Were you two arguing again? You know how Vegeta can be Kinoko...I hope he doesn't go vanishing again, we need him for the plan....maybe I should talk to him once he's calmed down."
Goku brought a hand to his chin at this, he'd have to keep an eye on his energy in case he hid it later.


[System]
Age: 44

Class: Naval Senior Armsman

Equipment:
Light Carapace Armor - Stukov cannot afford to be weighed down in the tight, fast moving brawl of a boarding action, repelling or engaging in, so the only real piece of armor the Senior Armsman wears is a reinforced Carapace chestplate, which also includes his backpack of ammo and oxygen for his rebreathing kit, a model capable of sealing against loss of oxygen, although true void exposure won't make him last long, due to the sheer cold of the Void.

Lucius pattern Mk 22c Shotgun - The shotgun of choice for Stukov, this eight round revolving magazine lets him slam through shells at a frightening rate, with a heavy cartridge that shreds through most enemies not wearing heavy, quality Carapace. And this assumes hits on any given armor's strong points. Like many shotguns, plenty of various ammo types exist for his shotgun, and while Stukov carries plenty of slug and buckshot, he carries a handful of Hellfire and blessed buckshot for handling Daemons in specific. Stukov has no problem using whatever ammo he can get his hands on, or issued for a given mission.

Foehammer - Known by its more humble name the Shotgun Pistol, Stukov uses this as a backup when his larger, bulkier shotgun isn't an option. Unlike his Mk 22c, it is a single shot per load weapon that he usually loads with oversized slug. This is for the reason that if he needs to hit something a distance off, he doesn't need to waste time changing loads in his main gun, or his side arm. And if they are heavily armored, slug has a better chance to punch through than buckshot or most conventional ammo loads.

Combat Knife - Not much to be said for Stukov's knife, it is a fairly standard issue, single edge blade with a point for stabbing as well as slashing. Pretty much a last resort when both his sidearm and main shotgun are of no use to him in a situation.

Flash Grenades x2, Concussion Grenades x2 - Flash Grenades, true to their name, emit a blinding flash of light that blinds both organic and mechanical means of sight for a period of time, making them easy targets so long as they were not protected from the effects. Concussion grenades utilize a shockwave that, while it does little real damage to ship structure or hull, the sheer pressure of the shockwave and the din of noise ensures that, even if the pressure didn't kill a foe, they won't be hearing anytime soon.

Against All Odds: When he was a rookie Armsman aboard his first Imperial Navy vessel, during a transit in the warp the Gellar fields failed and hordes of daemons poured into various breaches in the hull across the Cruiser. Whether it was divine intervention from the God Emperor himself, or sheer stubborn determination from the surviving crew, the Cruiser was able to emergency shift back into real space and drive the remaining daemons and their slaves out the airlocks and back into oblivion where they belonged. The Cruiser suffered over 75% causalities, and could barely limp to the nearest Imperial holding.

Boots on the Ground: Rather than being left to sit around and wait for a new crew to be brought in, the Armsman Stukov was now reassigned to an Apocalypse Class Battleship, since she had recently seen vicious combat and had lost a fair number armsman, amongst other crew. One of his first assignments as part of the new crew was a shore party that was deployed to secure sensitive fleet records lost in a planet wide raid by Dark Eldar. Once again, most of his comrades were wiped out but he survived and personally hauled the reclaimed records back into orbit before the Orbital Bombardment vaporized all Dark Eldar that could be found.

Close Quarters Chaos: Earning his rate as a Senior Armsman, and the right and occurrence of leading junior Armsman into battle gains those that would stand against the Imperial Navy and her vessels. So his first tasking was as part of a wave of Assault craft, specifically the Shark Assault Boat. Under heavy interceptor and bomber escorts most of the first wave of Assault Boats reached their targets, a miracle in and of itself. Heavy casualities were sustained as Stukov rallied any and all Imperials he could find and stormed the bridge of the craft. When challenged to a duel for control over the vessel, he shot the enemy captain cleanly, taking his head off as a fine mist. The following chaos as Stukov led his men back to the boats, leaving the enemy ship in chaos as it fought itself for control as several friendly Imperial vessels bombarded the craft into oblivion the moment its shields failed.

Not one Step Further: The Battleship he was assigned to came under heavy fire and was badly damaged, suffering a force re-entry into the nearby plant and crashing down behind a long forgotten temple to the Emperor. After the survivors took refuge there, they had to hold out until either the Battleship's surviving engines could be overloaded, finishing the beast off beyond any salvage hope, or help arrived. With nowhere to run or hide, Stukov rallied the remaining combat capable men and women, armed them, and held out as long as possible, far longer than anyone short of even an Astartes could consider thanks to tactics and a desperation coupled with nothing to lose. The survivors were saved by passing Inquisitorial vessels, introducing Stukov to work with the Inquisition and, eventually, Inquisitor Caphus himself.

Time with Inquisitor: Nearly ten years aboard his vessels, only recently tasked formally to his retinue.

Appearance:

40K Knowledge Question: Erebus of the Word Bearers Legion

[User]
Adrianne followed a little bit behind Inquisitor Zhevon, walking next to Stukov and Ben as they made their way through the street which at that point looked more like a warzone!

Though while Stukov and Ben seemed preoccupied with scanning the crowd for potential shooters, their weapons aimed and primed, Adrianne walked casually between them and carrying her staff at her side, merely glancing in the direction of Aviza. She couldn't actually see the sister anymore, but the grizzly sound of a chainsaw brutally chewing through flesh and bone alike, as well as the accompanying horrified screams, made it quite obvious where the sister was!

"A pious, zealous warrior cutting down a crowd of pious, zealous rioters. There's a bit of irony in there somewhere."

Adrianne thought to herself as she listened to the violence. Yet as she watched the general direction of Aviza through the rowdy crowd, an image of a giant, expanding fireball suddenly flashed before her eyes. A second of confusion, before her gaze fell upon the armored truck parked ahead in the open.

"Inquisitor, watch ou,-"

*BOOM!*

Adrianne screamed through her helmet, extending her left arm out in front of her. Yet it was too late, as the armored vehicle just burst out in flames as it erupted in a violent explosion! A destructive shockwave flew out from the center of the explosion, knocking arbites and rioters alike down!
Yet before the wave could reach them, a glimmering, purple barrier of psychic energies would expand out from Adrianne's left hand to form a shield in front of Ben, Stukov and her. The shockwave roared into them, but the wave, alongside flames and smoke would deflect right off the barrier erected by the psyker, instead flowing past them on either side and leaving the three completely unscathed!

As the wave passed, Adrianne would waste no time in abandoning it before rushing over to the Inquisitor whom she had been unable to shield.

"Are you all right, Inquisitor?"

Fortunately the Inquisitor seemed to be as stern as he was stubborn, having taken no real damage from the explosion; at least on the surface. And hopefully wouldn't start coughing blood!

"Once we're all through, me and Velenthin will go into the brothel and comb the place for intel. We'll need one volunteer... "

Walking past the formation of shields set up by the arbites, Adrianne would turn to look back at Zhevon and comment.

" ... preferably one with a fire-extinguisher." Adrianne would add, tossing the burning building an odd look.

[Assistant]
As Malek looked up from his work, guiding the other adepts in their works he noticed the feed from his servo skulls. He noticed the Inquisitor's party seemed to be in the middle of a pitched battle between rioters and arbites. "How did…nevermind. Adepts, finish your assigned task and return to regular duties, I must leave".

Malek made his way to the vehical bays and approached one of the engineseers there. "I require a fully equipped valkyrie in the next five minutes."

"By the Omnissiah I don't know who you people think you are to believe you can take such…"

Malek turned and bowed slightly to better show the Techsorcist sigil on the shoulder of his massive robe.

"Oh… of course. Bay delta four oh seven."

"My thanks Engineseer." Malek's steel shod feet echoed their way down the hanger toward the aforementioned bay.

"Damn black hoods" the enginseer muttered once he thought Malek was out of earshot.

In bay delta four oh seven sat a crimson valkyrie with servitors detaching fuel lines and an adept finishing the pre-flights. Wordlessly entering the hold Malek stowed his autocannon in one of the seats and proceeded to the cockpit. Rolling the seat back as far as it would go he knelt in the gangway and connected his MIU to the machine to commune directly with the machine spirit. Finding the aggressive spirit satisfied with its condition the bay's klaxon sounded and red lights span as the great bay doors opened.

The powerful Imperial engines flared and hurtled the shuttle from its moorings into the hive proper. Tearing through the airways between the sparkling spires an enforcer land speeder started to pursue before thinking better of examining what a speeding mechanicus valkyrie was doing loaded for bear.

The machine responded well as is to be expected of the immaculately maintained standards of the mechanicus. The Dual twin linked bolter turrets tracked targets with little prompting and the rocket pods showed a full complement. It would serve. The speed and expediency of flight brought the craft to the inferno with great haste. It seems an armoured vehicle had joined the fate of the brothel and the rioters were fully out of hand.

Descending to a hight only a few stories above the street Malek strafed the rioters with the wash from the valkyrie's engines scattered and broke the cohesion of the mob. The powerful buffeting forced the crowd into smaller groups that would either soon run or be apprehended by the nearby arbite line. Even now they broke into squads to crush the few remaining belligerents into submission as they are so well trained to do.

Having cleared the necessary space to land the valkyrie comes to rest in the street outside the burning building casting a storm of detritus and dust around it. Ordering the hold's door to descend he disconnects from the machine commending it for its true service. Walking down the gangway Malek emerged from the hold to survey the scene.

Noticing the Inquisitor Malek approached "I am Techsorcist Malek, my superiors have commanded me to lend you my assistance in any way you see fit". At this Malek pulled the robe from his bulky frame revealing his armor plated exterior and mechadendrites. "I believe you expressed interest in gaining entry to this building?"

[User]
A lot was happening in a very short time span, business as usual it seemed. He hated large groups like this, part of the job as an Armsman that never went well. The massive crush of a boarding party and counter party crashing into each other, a mess of melee, weapons fire, and general chaos that rarely ended well for any party involved. Training his autogun, he made careful sweeps, only taking aim on people who were firing onto the Inquisitor or his retinue directly. No sense wasting ammo thinning a mob he really couldn't do much to scatter with a single automatic weapon. The Sister and her fellow compatriot had fell into talking, Stukov would guess despite the complete lack of sound, and with the other sister raising a bolter on Smiles, his weapon was trained in kind. You don't threaten Stukov's allies, near regardless of the situation, and this Sister had no place to lay judgement on an Inquisitorial retinue member. Thankfully, she lowered her bolter and Stukov had his autogun also lowered. Now was a bad time to be pointing weapons at the retinue, to say the least. With that, Sis lead them in a bloody path off towards the burning brothel, an explosion promptly throwing the group off their footing.

Stukov cursed, the sounds lost in the din of violence as he caught up to the regrouping retinue and made his brief report. "I yet live, for good or ill." The man was unable to trace who caused that explosion, which was not making things any easier for the group. As plans were made, and Gear Boy made his appearance, as Stukov was going to call the Techsorcist, he snorted and brushed himself off and looked towards the burning building. "I'll head in as well, natural experience in close quarters, abnormal circumstances like that. Unless you need me out here, that is."


[System]
Nickname/ Moniker: Old Hunter, White Hawk, Bloody Old Bird

Age: 99

Gender: Male

Species: Kin (Human half-breed of eldritch being. He's never met either of his parents)

Sexual Preference: Hetero, but has experience with both sexes. ("I got bored and spent a decade trying something new. Sue me!")

Likes : Cold-weather, any type of precipitation (rain, snow, etc.), intelligence, theater, reading (mainly deep fantasy), video games (A relatively new interest), and junk food.

Dislikes: Ignorance, cold hearted people, country music, most rum, summer or rather hot days in general.

Bio: Aria came into this world among blood and gore during the Great War, in a field hospital just behind the trenches of the English line in France. His father died the day before in the no man's land and his mother supposedly died in childbirth. The orphan, by some odd circumstances he still doesn't fully understand, was taken back the United States and raised in New York. As he grew he began to find friends within the organised crime gangs of the city under Prohibition, helping the speakeasies get supplies off the small boats off shore. Upon Aria's further investigation into his parents, he found that his mother was not human, but of some elder race without name. Some fanatics, like H.P. Lovecraft, referred to his race as being god-like. Aria was unaware of such god-like abilities until he was called upon during World War II. When he was killed in combat, he would awake the day before as if it were a dream and proceed along the day the same way until he survived. His blood also seemed to assist with other human's wounds, sealing them up quickly. He kept his race a secret from his fellow soldiers, helping with his unique perspective on battle where he could. After the war, Aria used his compensation to move to America and set up a small bar of his own. His bar has remained there ever since and he has been taking odd jobs out of there for everything from jewel heists to demon slaying. He cares little for the money, but is more interested in keeping himself entertained. Lately, video games have been a welcome distraction and has amassed a large collection.

Occupation: During the day, he works as an editor for a small media firm reporting on video game news and information. (It covers the rent at least,) During the nights, he bartends at a bar downtown, where he also subtly advertises his side business.(Hired gun, thief, assassin, monster hunter, etc.)

Country of Origin: France

Feelings about meeting their soul mate: Wonders if they will shy away from his chosen lifestyle and how old they would be when he meets them. Worries about how much time he will have with them and watching them die.

Soul mate: (Leave this blank until I assign your characters their soul mates)

[User] Abel's face lights up and a smile joins it. "S-sure, what time is good?" He seems nervous still but excitement and joy are both clear in his voice. If anything he had expected to be shoved away not asked on a date. At least, he hoped it was a date... It seemed like a date. His gaze meets her eyes and stays there as the look of excitement remains. He had ideas for where to take her, but it depends on the time. his smile wavers though as he notices the scarlet coloration of her face. If anything he worried that he is being to forward. His voice goes down to a bit of a whisper as his head tilts downward. "If...if you want this could be more of a getting to know each other then a date."

[Assistant]
~~~ The next day~~~

Béatrix ordered a drink from the bubby flight attendant once the plane had taken off. She pulled up the shade so she could stare out of the window at the sparkling blue ocean below. This trip was supposed to help clear her mind but she wasn't having much luck yet. Her thoughts kept wandering back to him, to their heated exchange. Trixy's eyes flashed bright with desire and she was thankful that she was wearing sunglasses to cover them when the stewardess returned with her drink.

The flight from JFK to Edinburgh took a whopping 7 hours, making Trixy all the more thankful that she'd splurged and got the direct flight, rather than one with connections. The landing went smoothly and Béatrix was able to retrieve her small luggage tote without any hassle. Frida wasn't much for modern technologies so, when Trixy visited like this, it was up to her to get to her Grandsire's little house in the hills. It also was generally a surprise visit, since Frida didn't use phones.

Trixy paid for a cab out into Middle-of-nowhere, Scotland, tipped generously and waved to the driver politely. The femme fatale vampire looked a bit out of place in the rural scene, but Frida was right: Scotland was beautiful this time of year.

As was usual, Frida felt Trixy's presence before she saw her. The front door of the old home burst open and out flew the most beautiful blonde Trixy had ever laid eyes upon. The sight would never cease to shock her.

"Granddaughter! What a lovely surprise!" Frida cooed and dove in for a huge hug. Béatrix practically melted into the woman. Frida invited her in for tea and a long overdue chat. Her soul mate, a very old Irish witch named Aislinn, set to boiling water for tea while Frida and Béatrix sat at the table.

Béatrix ended up pouring her heart out to the ancient woman. Ex-viking or not, Frida was the kindest soul she had ever known, and the love she shared with Aislinn was hard not to idolize. Frida put her hand on Trixy's to comfort her. Being the empath that she was, Frida could have easily taken the feelings away, but that would do little to solve the underlying problem.

"Oh, dear girl. The world has turned you into a hardened warrior, but I promise you, you deserve this. You've gone so long without love that you've forgotten what it feels like. Any number of years in love, no matter how few, are far more precious than an eternity of loneliness. I know you see the wolf as a curse, but perhaps the fates are granting you a kindness. He is strong, nearly your age, immortal, and his heart has felt the same pain as yours."

Trixy traced her fingers along the grains of the wooden table. It was kind of awkward to receive advice like this from her late soul mate's sire. But Frida was family, some of the only family Trixy had known.

"Although, I don't think it matters what I say. Your heart knows what it wants, even if that over analytical mind of yours denies it. What you should do is go see your family."

"But, you are my family!" Trixy said defensively. Frida chuckled warmly "That may be so, but I was referring to your French family. You were telling me how you finally met the current Delacroix generation last year, now that us vampires are 'out-of-the-coffin' to the humans."

The graceful red haired woman brought over the tea, and sat beside Frida. "You will find peace there, it is written in your fate." Aislinn chimed in, using her eerie witchy voice.

"Well then, who am I to try to outrun my fate?" Trixy joked before taking a sip of her tea. "I suppose it has been too long since I visited home…"

[User]
Aria Kelly

Friday. Research day has slowly become his favorite day of the week. A day dedicated to getting hands on with the newest tech or game was always a good day in Aria's book. That and this was the only day of the week that he didn't have to walk into his stuffy office and get hit on by Alice. The woman meant well, but her constant want to go on a second date. The first one was a definite mistake, but perhaps he should have known better than to turn the charm on and put his hair in her favorite style from the Witcher. She was a big fan of the series. The irony of the train of thought could not be ignored as he slipped the third installment of the series into the disk tray of his PlayStation. Pulling up his notebook, he prepared to try and finish as much of the game as he could until he had to open up the bar. Two hours in, Aria found the game very charming and a great improvement on the series in terms of game play and story. Four hours in, he had become convinced that the writers of the book these games were based on was a misogynist pig overtly obsessed with his silly OC, seeing as he had slept with at least 6 different women within his time playing and they all being fine with Geralt's lack of care. At the end of his play session, Aria felt fit to go on a Tumblr rant that would make even the most fervent of feminazi's pause, but decided that he would simply drink while he tended the bar instead. Perhaps Alice wanted to him to pick up a few tips from the main character, but didn't believe he had it in him. His track record with the fairer sex couldn't fill in a pamphlet with all of the gritty details included. His thoughts wandered toward his mark on his wrist as he stepped into the shower.

This single character, written in no identifiable language, with an almost ominous feel seemed to stare back at him as the warm water ran over his person. It seemed to be his mother's native tongue, beyond human pronunciation and layered in meaning yet to be discovered. He had found similar marking when researching his mother's roots, but usually he would find nothing more than the symbol. On the one occasion that he found someone who could interpret his mother's trademark 'rune,' this madman's speech was a jumble of different languages forming a sentence that roughly translated to "one third whole." This phrasing brought into question the existence of his mother having sisters or brothers, but when he tried to learn more from the madman, he cursed at Aria and told him to begone half-breed. He had killed himself that very night. Although curious, Aria figured that he would have to leave the discovery of his mother's family in fate's hands and wait for more promising clues for the trail had run dry. Stepping out of the shower, Aria busied his thoughts with the work coming his way. After the fifth renovation of his bar, Ye Ole Huntsman became the preferred pre-game spot for a younger clientele heading to other clubs and bars. The hours of 9-11 were his busiest hours during the weekends, which required him to talk to many ignorant people. An loathsome task, however he couldn't ignore the income it was netting him. Taking a hit of his bong before brushing his teeth and using mouthwash, Aria got dressed for work. Stepping out of his apartment building, Aria quickly rushed to the subway and began to take the short ride downtown. Opening the bar up, he soon found his employees coming out of the woodwork of the city as he unlocked the door. Setting up behind the bar, Aria prepared for a long night of serving.

[Assistant]
Astley pauses and looks around. Then, a large smile stretches across his face as large dragonfly style wings unfurl and he launches into the sky. With the wind hitting his face and blowing through his air he feels at home. His eyes close as he enjoys the air. However, all good things come to an end. He 'lands' by Aria's bar and stands back up. Considering that his form of landing is usually falling on his butt, it makes sense that he tries to straighten up first. He walks in curiosity getting the best of him. That and the thoughts of heavy liquor.
As he walks in he straightens up his hair more. Of course, he had forgotten that he is in his normal clothes but with his doctor coat. That is quite embarrising for him. Now he tries to act natural as he walks up to the bar.

[User]
Aria Kelly

Wings.... Luminescent wings and a sweet scent that reminded him of flowers. If Aria didn't know any better. Pixie? Fairy? Aria had a hard time telling the difference with males. Either way, the man looked haggard and in need of a drink. With a grin, Aria reached under the bar and pulled up a glass and an dark brown bottle. Setting the glass on the bar, he fished out two ice cubes and poured them into the glass with a double of the amber liquid. It was one of Aria's favorites, though he usually had it with a lime. He calmly signaled toward the first patron of the day as he pulled another glass from under the bar. He figured he wanted something strong, but smooth as to not make him regret drinking. He began to fix his own glass as he spoke. "So I've fixed you up with peach whiskey to start. It's on the house. I don't exactly meet many of your kind out and about, so I figured I'd celebrate. Too my first male fairy in the bar." He said as he finished preparing his glass and rose his glass.

He studied the man calmly as he waited for a response. By his lab coat and hospital ID pinned to him, Aria deducted that the man was either a doctor or worked in a lab. Perhaps the creature wanted to vent about his day. Depending on his response, Aria may have found his drinking partner for the night.

[Assistant]
Astley blinks then chuckles. "Close but not quite" he takes the drink and does a salute with it. "Thank you" wide smile before he tosses it back. "Now I must ask...what are you? Not many can come even close when my glamour is intact" his eyes sparkle with curiosity. He is right, usually the glamour keeps him hidden...unless it is his birthday. But, it is not so the curiosity remains intact.
He leans forward and his eyes seem to take on a more feral nature as he studied the man. The smile remaining on his face becoming slightly more sinister. After all, he may be a generally good person but he is still a pixie king. And that gives him a few difficulties when it comes to acting human.

[User]
Aria snapped his finger. Fairies and Pixies always gave him trouble. He then realized that the man was wearing a glamour, his human and Pixie forms trading places every time he blinked. His Kin blood would reveal truths in all of his senses, much like synesthesia however discernible to him. Which sense it takes advantage of and when was completely random, so it hardly has any practical uses, excepting for silly parlor tricks. Sometimes it was even disorienting, when it took over his hearing while someone was lying.

He knew his patron wanted an answer, but he didn't exactly have one. The name of his mother's race wasn't exactly readily available to him and probably inexpiable without being very long winded. He settled on his usual response; one he loathed. "I'm a Royal Vampire or rather a royal vampire half-breed. A bit different from my cousins, who can't control themselves around humans. Blood has no addictive properties for me." Aria took a sip of his drink and hummed with delight. "I can see through simple magics like that on occasion. If I was drunk, I'd just be a normal human as it does require some focus." He calmly placed his glass down on the bar and leaned over. "Anywho, I'm terribly boring so why don't I ask you this?" He said with a grin. "What is a doctor Pixie doing in my bar humble bar? Shouldn't you be defending the forest or something?" He said with a chuckle. Aria already say a business opportunity in this. Could he be another client for his more satisfying work? It had been a solid 2 months since his last case and last time it was a simple ghost. Aria continued to sip on his drink whilst he waited for a response.


[System]
Nickname/Title: Calamity Queen
Appearance:(ignore the gunblade), and add a black cloak with a hood.
Race: Human, although she views herself as a shade.
Class: Necromancer
Main-Hand Weapon:Double Edged Battle Scythe
Off-Hand Weapon: Find someone who wields a normal scythe with one hand effectively :P
Secondary Weapon: Her lips
Armor: Cloth
Powers:
-Necropolis: The mainstay of almost all necromancy, this allows her to summon up either skeleton or zombie creatures. Skeletons have the advantage of damage dealing, but are more brittle than their fleshier counterparts, who in turn, deal less damage. The more numerous/powerful the summon(s), the more it costs.
-Shadow Step: A more effective method of dodging attacks. Whenever an attack is about to hit, she will seemingly dissipate into the shadows, before appearing elsewhere. Can also be done for movement to a hard to reach location, or surprise attacks. Range and strength of natural shadows in the surroundings dictate how much life it costs.
-Devouring Kiss: A seemingly simple spell, this is also one of the most important spells that allows Suki to stay alive. She basically kisses someone, regardless of gender, and can either drain them of energy, or their life. The former has the advantage of not killing the target, but the later is more efficient in sustaining her.
Skills:
-Seducing: She has gotten rather capable of seducing someone, mostly to keep herself alive. With her looks complimented by the dress, it isn't too hard to do.
-Stealth: When required, she can be extremely stealthy, moving silently at an acceptable pace, which is something one can't exactly do with heavier armor.
-Information Gathering: Combining both her abilities to seduce someone, and her stealth capabilities, it's not surprise that she can gather information.
Weaknesses:
-Dying Life: Necropolis and Shadow Step have a cost. Compared to most spells and magic styles, which consume the caster's energy, necromancy based spells consume the caster's life. Thus, requiring the caster to consistently drain someone to keep herself alive.
-Active Dodge: Despite having the Shadow Step spell, it is an 'active' spell, meaning she has to deliberately cast it. If a surprise attack hits her, it's going to hurt, especially with the cloth armor.
-Thin Armor: Cloth armor, while extremely light and allows for agile movement, doesn't give way much in terms of taking hits.
-Easily Flustered: Despite having to kiss to keep herself alive, Suki is flustered quite easily. This is evident when she tries to kiss someone she knows
Personality: Cautious and prone to hiding, one might find Suki hard to associate with. Not because she's violent, or unsocial or anything of the like. It's just that you might have a hard time finding her. And even when you manage to get we to talk, she seems to talk rather softly.

However, once you get to know her, and gain her trust, she becomes a rather useful and adorable companion. Whenever tired, she would not be afraid to use someone as a lap pillow, nor be used as a hug pillow herself, despite blushing very profusely. Also, she will come to you for a kiss quite often.

Whenever scared, she has a habit of squeezing herself into a small corner or a tight space between furniture, the look of doom gloom on her face.
Background: Coming from a village that had religion as a pillar of support, it isn't too hard to imagine what kind of suffering Suki had went through just for being born with the powers of a 'demon'. Consistently being chased away from others, even having rocks thrown at her.

Having to survive on her own, she found her way through rather underhanded methods. By far the most effective seemed to be seduction, before draining her victim into unconsciousness.

Nowadays, she moves around consistently, since most of her victims would be out to look for her, and churches would be out to hunt her down.
Other:

[User]
Furnace noted the other beings around the wooden circle had noticed him and one of them wished to trade words.
He eyed the tall figure, he had a magnificent beard, he was tall but not as physically imposing as his new metal bound friend.
The thing that stood out about this guy was not his appearance. Furnace tilted his head slightly without breaking eye contact with Kelvin.
"Petroleum, iron filings, sulfur, fresh paper...and something else... You smell interesting."

[Assistant]
Once the group he had latched himself onto entered, Vis followed, closing the wooden door behind him. Once the merry group had entered, Vis veered to the left and towards the bar counter where the bartender stood and dried out rinsed tankards. "Ith there a chanth I can thake a thankard outh?" asked Vis, watching the man behind the counter dry out the mug.
"Sorry mate, nothing leaves the tavern that's not yours." Vis sighed, he didn't like to drink or eat in public, he had to take off the scarf and let people see his gnarled up scar and exposed teeth, he didn't want that. He was about to walk away and find a seat but behind the barman was a sheld of unopened bottles of drink, waiting to be bought. One of the bottles caught his eye, it was a plain green bottle, slimmer and taller then most, with an all too familiar label; it was a bottle of ForestElf, Wildberries and Alderflowers and it was new, Vis didn't like aged.

"How muth for tha ForethtElf?" Vis asked, he watched as the man reached up to get a bottle that sat next to the one that caught his eye, it was a lighter color and the wax around the cork was damaged, showing it had been watered down and re-sealed, "Tha fresh one pleath." said Vis patiently, as the man grumbled and brought down the unopened one.

"40 gold," said the barkeeper, clearly disgruntled by his failed attempt at selling him watered down booze, "Special discount for you my lispy friend."
"fiftheen gold and I'm noth your friend you con artitht." He glared at the man and rested his hand on his rapier, as the man dropped his hand under the counter, probably gripping a weapon.

"40, you half-elf mongrel."

"Fiftheen, you gold pinthing donkey."

[User]
Carver stepped beside the half-elf and put a hand on his shoulder, smiling at the barkeeper. "No need to ruin this good day with... regrettable actions, friends. What do we say to thirty gold, and I'll put up half of it... provided you share some with our new friends, of course." It was obvious so far that the barkeep was a cheat and a swindler, and in another time Carver would have loved to have words with him on the subject. However, not on such a fine day, in so crowded a place, with friends in need of care nearby. The priority right now was diffusing the situation.

"How much for something hot for my diminutive friend, good man?" He gestured back to the gnome sitting nearby, who looked to be sniffing at a bearded stranger. The man didn't seem offended by this, so that was good. Carver jingled his coin purse and was disheartened by its lightness - a life of charity had taken a toll on his funds, it seemed. He'd need to find some form of income soon, but that could wait.

[Assistant] The barkeep looks Carver up and down, "For a respectful man such as yourself, 30 pieces is fine, as for food, that'll be 20 pieces for a nice hot meal." The barkeep brings the down the bottle and holds out his hand, waiting to be paid.

[User]
Vis, shook off Carver's hand and just glared at the barman, ignoring the paladin's offer after hearing the lightness of his pouch, he was too prideful at that moment to accept help and he didn't see it fair to take from someone who had little to begin with. "I'll pay thirthy." growled Vis through clenched teeth, his green eye casting a bright shaft of light at the barman's face.

"Fifty." replied the barman, seeing that Vis was willing to pay more, the man smirked. In no mood to barter any further, Vis shoved his fist into the his coin pouched and clenched about half in his fist before throwing them at the taverner's face and snatched the bottle from his grubby clutches, "What the f-!"

"You goth tha money, now shuth up!" yelled Vis, not caring who heard him. He turned around and let the paladin get what he wanted from the disgruntled man picking up coins from the floor. Vis found a secluded seat in a dark corner and popped the cork from the bottle, he took a deep whiff of it's smell, 'the smell of home.' he thought, remembering that the brewery was in his home town. He was about to lower his scarf to drink but he noticed a faint white glow coming from his blind, left side. He turned to see the girl in the pointy hat, he groaned, not seeing her as she was on his left side. Sp he went over to another seat, farther into the corner and away from the zoned out woman. As he sat there, on his own, he glanced at the girl in the pointy hat.

[Assistant] "Well, since your friend there is so rude, you have to be the normal price, 35 pieces for a nice meal." He sneered at the paladin, then looking at the rogue, "And if he causes any trouble, I expect you to take care of him because you won't like how I do it."

[User]
Carver watched the irritated half-elf storm off and shook his head sadly. If the man wanted to be surly, that was his own business; at least there hadn't been a confrontation.

He removed the thirty-five coins from his (now even lighter) coinpurse and slid it across the counter to the barkeep. "A hot meal, then, for the gnome." The barkeep pocketed the money and barked an order to a barmaid. Carver leaned in closer to the man then, still smiling with his mouth, if not with his eyes. "Yes, I will take care of any trouble. And perhaps, another time, you and I may have a discussion about your business practices, and you will not like how I do that."

This done, Carver turned and crossed the crowded room back to where the gnome was seated, alongside three others. One was the bearded man that the gnome had been speaking with, while the other two, a muscular looking young man and a very... shapely young woman seemed to be either arguing or flirting. Carver furrowed his brow at the girl. Though looking at her appealed to his baser urges, the higher part of his mind found something undisputably off about her. This was someone who did not know the love of the sun.

He sat down next to them and patted the gnome on the back. "Food on its way, my diminutive friend." Just then, a barmaid set a sizeable bowl of stew in front of the gnome and was quickly off.

He smiled at the others and nodded his head. "A fine day, friends. Hope you have a seat for another."

[Assistant]
Suki smiled as they -or at least te one introduced himself as Separ- had accepted her into their little team of what might appear to be ragtags or misfits. However, while on the outside, she might no show anything out of the ordinary, Se was warring an internal strife against herself.

Why are you associating with strangers? Maybe a bit of company is nice every once in awhile. You don't know who they are. They weren't out for my blood. Kelvin's touch was gentle. There has been similar tricks done, you nearly died twice because of it. ...........

She was pulled from her doubts when she noticed more unfamiliar faces join the table. First and foremost, was the armored man. Why was a paladin here, of all places?! Was she found so soon?!

Panicking slightly, she glanced over at the other newcomers. A rather small person, and...was that woman glowing? For some odd reason, Suki found the other woman reminded her of the night sky.

However, her main problem was still the paladin. Looking around for an excuse to leave, her eyes fell upon the somewhat covered half-elf, sitting in the corner. The opposite corner. "We're still in need of companions, right? I'll go over there and ask." Without waiting for a response, she had already left her table.

Along the way, she casually lifted her hood over her head, the overhang casting the rest of her face in darkness. Stopping as she reached the half-elf, she gestured at one o the empty seats. "May I?"

[User] For the second time that day, he was about to lower his scarf to take a swig of the sweet smelling wine when he was interrupted. Looking up from his melancholia, he stared into the darkness of a hood, for a moment he was about to fall back in his chair from how frightening the dark figure looked but when he observed ir again, he saw that it was a rather curvaceous woman, though she didn't distract him from the object of his brooding and to a lesser extant interest. "thake a seath if'n you wanth." Vis was dropped his scarf only slightly to get a swig of the delicious, purply-red wine, only exposing his mouth as he brought the bottle to his parched lips.

[Assistant]
Suki nodded at the given permission from the half-elf, before sitting down across from him. Watching as he only shifted the scarf slightly to drink, Suki couldn't help but to feel more....at ease. It didn't feel like she was the only one who had secrets, or a reason to hide.

Tilting her head ever so slightly to the left, she couldn't help but to speak. "How many people have commented on your lisp?" As per most people, the first thing that would be a topic started when faced with this half-elf, would be that unusual lisp he had. It sounded almost like something didn't work, or was delayed, with the muscles around his mouth.

At least, that's what that one priest had sounded like when she had slashed at his jaw, before decapitating him. She could be wrong, but nonetheless, it was still different.


[System]
Appearance: He is about 5 ft tall weighing 98 lbs., on the slim side. He wears khakis, sneakers, and button-down shirts with different patterns (Stripes, zigzags, polka dots, etc.). He has pale skin, black hair that he lets grow out enough to cover his eyes. He has blue eyes and requires corrective lenses because he dislikes contacts. He doesn't care for or have jewelry or tattoos. He is as active as he can be.

 As a precaution, he has a heavy lead suit to move from room to room, so traveling without it is a privilege.

Personality: He is a people pleaser who doesn't want to make those around him angry or upset to the point where he will sacrifice his own happiness and sometimes safety to achieve it. He will easily fall to peer pressure even if his personal morals would conflict with it. He'll treat everyone with respect and will accept blame justifying how his involvement might have caused the problem regardless of evidence. He enjoys walking, reading, and just being out of the room whenever that's possible. He doesn't like causing trouble.

Abilities: Electromagnetic wave manipulation (15 Pt), Electromagnetic wave generation (10 Pt), Radiation immunity (5 Pt)

 He is capable of producing medium ranged waves easily ranging from UV, infrared, and visible light. He has to exert more effort for microwave and radio, and even more than that to reach x ray and gamma.
 He can increase/decrease wave length into other forms from an existing source more easily than producing them.
 Manipulation includes blocking waves so he can essentially create literal black out zones.
 This does not give him x-ray or infrared vision.

Doctor: Dr. Sing

[User]
Axel ran down the hall, the *pat* *thunk* of his feet echoing. Behind him, a bunch of yelling could be heard from the adult guards chasing him. He'd had trouble losing them and had actually lost track of where he was. He turned the corner and, upon seeing the metal doors, cheered as he stretched his metal left arm out. With his control over metal, he absorbed the doors into his arm before using all his speed to create a barrier at the end of the hallway, giving him enough of a reprieve from the running.

What Axel didn't realize was the hallway held the rooms of Kitty, Laika, Vale, Jain, and Lance. He hadn't had the most interactions with them, except Kitty, but he didn't have anything bad to say about any of them. With a bit of time to rest, Axel took his metal limbs off, letting his arm and leg rest.

Seeing the hallway blocked, the guards radioed in for backup. It was time to bring in the Trainees. There was no escape for the metal-boy this time.

[Assistant]
Kitty was happily residing in her room reading on top of her bed whilst laying on her stomach. Using her thumb to turn the pages as she finished them, content in letting her mind be at peace with the words on the page being the only things to fill it with a voice. Her own. A rarity for her when she wasn't left to her own devices, with the silent change of her door turning to a liquid and flowing back to the teen who controlled it, a few thoughts wandered into her mind as her room became unsheltered from the hallway as well as the others down her hall.

A familiar voice pinging in her mind ratherly loudly from proximity, and the white-haired girl placed her book down while she slipped off her bed. Landing on her feet, she silently walked over to the open doorway and peeked out with her head. Face deadpanned as her grayish blue eyes wandered to the figure resting on the wall next to her-- well where her door had been. The edges of her mouth twitching downward as her brows furrowed.

'Of course it would be you.'

Her calm voice chimed in the metallic limbed boy's mind, clear as though she had actually whispered it in his ear despite how her lips hadn't moved at all, and she was verbally mute. Her head tilted to the side as she scanned the hallway to confirm what she had already guessed had happened. All of their doors were gone, and she was left with the whispers of their thoughts running in her head without much choice in the matter. With her own ears, she could hear the sounds of radios going behind the makeshift blockade Axel had made and rolled her eyes at the situation itself.

'What is it that you're up to this time?' She asked, without even looking back at him at first. Her question quietly placed in only his head to hear. Her gaze shifting back to him by the end, staring from the corners of her eyes at the familiar male who was taller than her despite her being older. Then again, life was rather unfair.

[User]
It was the time of day that Vale hated the most. The time when they were all confined to their rooms, locked away from everyone else. The boy paced around the room, passed the stack of books that laid in the corner, passed his bed, around in a circle. Taking deep breaths, Vale was doing everything in his power to fight away the existential crisis that rang in his head. They were locked away again. Just like every other night. He was away from his plants, the only true friends he felt he had in his place, the only ones who really understood and heard him.

The flood of light hit him. Startled, he jumped back, eye wide as he stared back at where the door to his room used to be. With some hesitation, he stepped forwards, fingers wrapping around the frame before he stuck his head out.

"Uh..." Voice cracking as he spied the other two, there was another long pause from him, before he stepped out into the hallway. "...We're not supposed to leave our rooms," and yet here he was, out in the hall, going against the very thing that he said.

Slowly, his gaze shifted passed the two other's, to the end of the hallway. "What did you do?" Moving his single eye from the end of the hall to the two that he now stood by, he began to wring his hands together, in a nervous motion.

[Assistant]
Locked in her room Jain was without the stifling blindfold bouncing a small wad of paper around the room in rapid controlled teleports her goal precision and endurance. It was what the Doctor had been telling her that she needed to do it without concentration because most of the others saw her as a transportation type, she more than that.

In her mind she saw surprised guards their weapons missing then they themselves appearing upside down on the ceiling or under the one who was falling from above. Jian had been drilled in the featureless training room till her head was pounding an overworked muscle "You must grow stronger, you must grow so we can expand your ports eventually till you can transport groups and machines 85 tons and more. demanded Dr. Schroder.

The Doctor was either overconfident or thought her under control but in either case she wasn't the tame subject some of the other staff believed, Jain wasn't planning rebellion but revenge for her treatment, for the burning eye drops they put in her eyes when they locked the blindfold around her head. So it was with some surprise she saw her door vanish and who could blame her for seeing this as an opportunity to escape.

So it was with caution she stepped close to the now bare door frame and looked out

She spotted three people she barely knew and fixed them in her mind as she'd been drilled ready to weaponize the inertia of their movements or even just alter the direction they faced so any projective powers they had went far off target

 "...We're not supposed to leave our rooms,"What did you do?" said one boy to the other two

They were like her and judging from the missing doors at least one was rebellious against their tormentors

"Is there a plan" she asked still in the threshold of her cell ready to retreat if she felt any response more than she could handle her explanation prepared to place blame on the three first ones.

[User]
Lance was lying on the floor staring at the lights above. He had put down a blanket and pillow for comfort from the hard ground. The light would dim and then return to its proper illumination. He didn't pay much mind to the noise that was coming from the hall. It wasn't uncommon for guards to come and go moving people in and out. He leaned up from his cushion to see that his door was open, but there weren't any guards there to escort him. He looked at it with a raised eyebrow and turn over to his knees to stand himself up.

 People were talking outside, so he walked up to the entrance to his room to find that the door wasn't just open, but it had completely vanished. The mystery of the missing metal door quickly fell wayside as he spotted his neighbors also entering the hall. The other didn't seem all that concern about what the guards might think with them all out of their rooms. It just wasn't his door that had went missing. Now he was more confused. The missing door became his concern again. Where did all the doors go, and why wasn't anyone bothered by it?

 He leaned out, but kept most of his person still in the room as possible to see that Kitty and the others were gathering near what looked like a hastily made mound of metal acting like some sort of blockade. There was chatter on the other side, the noise he was hearing before, at least in part. Did one of them do that? Was it Axel? The person resting looked like Axel. Slowly, he left his room to meet the others. He gave a slight glance to Jain as he passed her to approach the others.

 "I don't think this is a good idea." he said softly at first. "What if they catch you?" The metal blockade looked bad. He didn't want to them to get into trouble. Then again, he wasn't sure if Axel could get out of this without getting in trouble, but at least he could help Kitty and the others.


[System]
"An odd and mysterious girl who looks like she would be more comfortable in a Dark Guild."
Age: 19

Gender: Female

Appearance:

A rather small girl, only standing at about 5' 2" and weighing barely 100lbs. She has bright pink hair that's tied up in a side ponytail and large eyes that are a strange mix of light and dark blue. Her build is lithe, there's isn't a lot of muscle on her, but there's isn't any fat either. Though only a B-cup, she does sport some decent curves. She's relatively well proportions, but does have rather long legs. She wears dark colored clothing, usually that's in a gothic Lolita type style.

Personality: Saya is quiet and just a little bit shy, she isn't the type to approach someone new and start a conversation, but if you talk to her, she'll talk back. She's almost always smiling, even in battle, causing people to think she's creepy sometimes. She's neither a sadist or a masochist, but she does have a fascination for pain and blood, others or her own. She likes to learn and can usually be seen with her nose in some book or another. She's a bit impatient and has a lot of energy, even when she's supposedly sitting still, some part of her is always moving, most of the time it's her legs, the rest of the time it's her fingers. She's easy to excite and entertain, usually getting happy over seemingly unimportant and small things. Once you get to know her, she's trustworthy, but does have some issues trusting people back. Once you do earn that trust though, her loyalty is unbreakable.

Magic:
Dark Make
Like with other Make type magics, Saya can shape her element in any way she sees fit. She specializes in weapons though, her favorites being the spear, and the whip. All of her magic involves shaping dark, or negative, energy, which takes on a glowing purple form. Possibly the reason that she's positive all the time is that she uses her own negative energy to create her weapons, though it isn't confirmed. Depending on how complex the thing she's creating is, she uses either one or both hands to create it.

Other: Saya is left handed. She also resents people a little bit when they judge her on how she looks. She tends to isolate herself from the people of the guild and finds it hard to keep a partner or team for very long. Her guild marking is on her right forearm, and is the same purple as her magic.

[User]
Leo returned her scowl. This girl was going to jeapordize their mission if she kept things up like that. "A few points," Leo retorted. "We've been searching for four days. Just because the bandits are more likely to come out to a seemingly harmless lady over two mage doesn't mean you were here first. Second, who gives a crap? People are being hurt. We're going to stop it. You said it yourself. You stepped in because the guilds wouldn't. Well, our's is willing to." Leo didn't drop the thug during his rant, holding the body towards Ricard. "Do your thing."

Ricard hesitated, looking between the two. "Why do we need to fight about this? We could work together," he suggested. Even as he spoke, he touched the thug's face, a spark coming from his fingertips. Slowly, his own features began to change, shifting until he looked exactly like the man he was touching.

"We're going to trick the bandits to lead us to their hideout. Leo's our only fighter, so we could use the help." Ricard's voice had shifted as well, matching that of the unconscious goon.

Leo's frown deepened. "We don't need her help," he replied. "These bandits are worthless. Besides, it's our jobs. The villagers submitted it to us themselves."

[Assistant]
Saya stared down Leo, not flinching at all. Four days? That was it? She had been in the area for weeks fighting bandits for various villages. They were always extremely grateful to her. They tended to like her more than the guilds too, because she didn't charge for her bandit hunts, she did it because it needed to be done. Sometimes they tried to pay her anyway, but she never accepted it. In fact, she usually gave them money afterwards, because she tended to empty out the bandit's storehouse when she was finished. She had grown up in a little village like one of these, she knew how hard it was to get help.

"I bet if we went to the village right now, they would rather I hunt the bandits for them. I don't charge when it comes to saving people." She would have continued but Ricard was suddenly changing shape. She took a few steps back, the fingers on her left hand were splayed out and she was ready to make one of her weapons at any time. Saya had never seen any magic like that before. It made her really nervous. She was still in the way of Leo moving forward, but now there was a little distance between the two of them.

Ricard spoke and it sounded just like the bandit he now looked like, yet again it made Saya uncomfortable. Bandit Ricard suggested that they work together, because Leo was the only fighter of the two, sometime she had already figured out. Leo didn't seem to like that idea. "Like I said, the villagers would rather have me to the mission than you." After that, Saya ignored Leo, though still kept her spot in front of him. This time she focused on bandit Ricard. "I'll work with you on one condition, you don't take payment from the village. If you don't accept the terms, I'll go to every village in the area and tell them not to use Fairy's Blossom for anything. Trust me, they'll listen to me before they listen to you." Saya was one of them after all. Not from the same village of course, but she what it was like. She could empathize with them.

[User]
Leo's frown deepened. "No way," he replied. "First of all, you have no way of finding the bandit leader unless he seeks you out. Secondly, I refuse to do this for free. Our guild can't live on charity, as much as I want to help these-"

Ricard's hand came up in front of Leo, causing him to pause in his tirade. With a small sigh, he bowed his head to Saya. "What my friend is trying to say, miss, is that our guild needs money to function. If we did this kind of stuff for free, our guild would collapse. Especially when faced against these larger, more prestigious guilds that do things for extravagant payments." He paused a moment, glancing at Leo before regarding Saya again, his look softer than it had been when he flirted with her more openly. His over the top antics had been shelved for this purpose. He couldn't have their guild defamed for this incident and he didn't want Leo to start a fight with the girl who more than likely had the most experience with the bandits and this village. "The villagers only stooped low enough to request our help a week ago. They were overcharged by other guilds in the area and didn't even request our help until they were out of options. Leo and I were returning from a mission two days later and accepted the job immediately. They are offering a very small sum, considering the number of bandits we're up against. Our intention was to take half of the bandits' earnings for ourselves and give the rest of the village to make up for the payments. We have no intention of overcharging the village for our services. However, we simply cannot do this for free if we hope to continue to thrive as a guild."

Leo looked over Ricard, a mixture of confusion and surprise in his eyes. However, the heat died down within them as he turned away, crossing his arms and not adding to the explanation. He was getting too frustrated. Ricard was in the better position to negotiate here.

[Assistant]
That was where he was wrong. Saya had ways of finding the hideout on her own. This wasn't her first bandit hunt after all. She had methods and plans of all different kinds. She was already formulating a response in her mind for when Leo finished, but he never did. Ricard stopped him and tried to mend the situation. He explained things to her. About how they were from a small guild and they needed the money too, and how the village was only paying them a small amount. The thing about taking the bandit's earnings really got her attention though. Considering she had been planning on doing something very similar, though the village would have gotten more money than she would have.

A small sigh escaped her lips and she looked away for a moment, thinking. Her dominate left hand went up to her necklace again, fingers running along the metal, pink, feather that was attached to it. A habit of hers from whenever she was thinking, or nervous, or anything really. She had always kind of been against guilds, after all her only experience with them was big name guilds trying to screw over her little village. That and the fact that they wouldn't even consider her because of her magic type. But now she had the chance to see one in a different light. But she wasn't sure if she wanted to.

She was quiet for another moment or two, then finally she spoke up. "Okay, I believe you. But that doesn't mean I trust you. You have my help, for now at least." She turned back to face them, shooting a glare at Leo before her eyes settled on Ricard's. "If either of you do anything to betray me, you'll find my spear shoved up your ass. Got it?" She was putting on the tough girl act mainly to protect herself. The thought of going anywhere with people she didn't trust was frightening. But she had to admit, they had gotten her curiosity.

[User]
Leo glanced towards Ricard skeptically. "We don't need her help to do this," he argued again. "I can take the bandits myself if need be."

Ricard waved it off. "I know we can, but it doesn't hurt to have a beautiful woman along, now does it?" he asked with a small grin, though it was more tame than his usual ones. Not that anyone could tell the difference on the face of this bandit. "Okay, here's our plan then. You guys will hide a fair distance from us. I'll wake them up and they'll lead me right to the bandit hideout. You two will trail me. Once you get there, we rout them completely. I'll aim for the bandit leader while you guys take care of his followers." He crossed his arms, smiling a bit at Saya. "You have every reason to not trust us. I'll make sure you don't regret giving us a chance, though."

"This is a waste of our time," Leo grumbled, passing this off as another one of Ricard's fancies interfering with the mission. "Just don't slow us down. I want to be done with these bastards as soon as possible." He started to walk away, pausing only to lift the bandit up again, dragging the body away. He kept his eyes averted from the rest of the group. He didn't trust the woman, just as she didn't trust them.

Ricard let out a small sigh. Leo was too protective sometimes, but it wasn't always a bad trait. "Try not to fight with him too much," the man said softly. "He's abrasive and argumentative, but he means well. You don't trust us. He doesn't trust you. He'll warm up to you if you hang around long enough." He offered a small shrug, moving to sit where the bandit had been laying before. "He's just being protective."

[Assistant]
Saya glared at Leo again, he didn't have a choice, because she wasn't letting them take the credit for something she had started. Whether they needed the money or not, it was just plain rude to take something that somebody else had already started. She stood with her hands on her hips, waiting for them to stop talking. Ricard seemed to be okay with the fact that she didn't trust them, at all, even seemed to understand it. Saya decided that she liked Ricard more than she liked Leo, but still didn't trust either of them. Even if Ricard's magic made her incredibly uneasy. Taking somebody else's shape like that seemed, taboo, going against nature. People were supposed to be unique, not copyable.

Saya snorted at Leo's attitude. If anybody was slowing down anybody, it would be them. "Likewise." Was all she said, but there was a lot of venom in that one word. She didn't take kindly to people brushing her off like that. The plan seemed to be plausible with three people, but with just two, it probably wouldn't have worked. Too many chances for an ambush, and if just one person got trapped alone, it would bad news. Saya could get out of something like that, but not without injury. She didn't want to have to stumble back to the nearest village for help, again.

She sighed when Ricard spoke again. It was true, but that didn't mean she had to like it. [color=9400D3There's a fine line between being untrusting and being an ass. I know, I walk it all the time."[/color] Suddenly, an idea popped into Saya's head. What if something went wrong and Ricard had no way of telling them that. They were going to be a fair distance away. Now, what shape should it take? Saya grinned as she came up with something perfect. "Oh, here, take this." She said as her hand splayed out. In a moment she had created a small flower, a rose to be exact, out of dark energy. "If something goes wrong, crush this and I'll know."

Before he could say anything else, Saya turned around gracefully and started walking over to where Leo was. There was a bit of a bounce in her step like usual, but she was obviously more guarded than usual. Her shoulders were tense and her fingers were splayed out, as if ready to cast magic at any time. She crouched down next to Leo and shot him a single, dark, look, before pretending like he wasn't even there. She could feel the negative energy coming from the Dark Make: Flower she had just created. No matter how far away they got, she would still be able to feel it, since she had used her own negative energy to create it. It was basically a part of herself that she had just given a complete stranger.


[System]
Kriv Noxisair
Character Basics
Aliases: Youngin', Dragonborn, Big scary thing... etc
Age: Human years- 11, Dragonborn years- 17
Race: Dragonborn
Alignment: Good
Place of Origin: Monastery within Bergarth Woods
Gender: Male

Stats

Class: Monk
Level: 1
Hit Points: 10
Experience: 0

Strength: 16
Dexterity: 17
Constitution: 15
Intelligence: 13
Wisdom: 15
Charisma: 12

Armor Class: 13
Initiative: 3
Speed: 30
Damage: 2d6 (Dex DC: 12)

Physical Attributes
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 265 lbs
Build: Slender/stout
Eyes: Green (oxidized copper)
Hair: None, there's some feathers from the skull top near the horns and stiff tendrils draping down closer to the skull base.
Scales: Copper
Racial Abilities/Bonuses :
*+2 STR
*+1 CHR
*Acid Breath: 5ft by 30 ft line, Dex Sav.
*Damage Res to Copper Dragon breath

Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: There's a few bone circlets ringed around his top horns for decoration.
Day To Day Attire:
*Tunic
*Breeches
*Quarterstaff (walking stick)

Psychological Attributes
Honest * Naive * Good-Hearted * Gentle

Personality: Nobody stays angry at me or around me for long, since I can defuse any amount of tension.

Sexuality: Straight
Relationship Status:
*Friendship, Jenphira Moonwhisper- Half elf and present

I met her just after I joined the troupe, the monks sending me off, and we seemed to hit it off well I suppose so. I'm still trying to figure her out as naturally I'm curious. Sadly, my first question was blurted out like an idiot about her and she made her point clear I had treaded over one of her boundaries. My snout bled some and hurt for a week. Of course, I apologized which somehow we gradually became friends. I can honestly say… it's the first friendship I've had that started off with a smarting snout.

*Brother, Noxisar Jakis- Copper Dragonborn and missing
TBA

Habits:
* Can't make eye contact with anything but a single point on an individual's person, usually the spot between the eyes, when lying.
* Easily flustered by conversation over sex causing him to stumble over his words and turn a deeper copper color in the scales.

Hobbies: Journal writing and practicing his physical art (fighting/sparring)
Fears: Jakis abandoned him because he was a burden, though he tries to hid his doubt something happened and wonders if his brother merely got tried of looking after him.
Likes:
* Joking and being social
* Seeing people show good traits and prove to be anything but what a tragic world made them.
* Practicing his art whenever he can.
* Learning about new things.
* Savory foods
*
Dislikes:
* People who use humor to degrade and insult others, especially when the individual doesn't realize it.
* Cruelty upon others and being unable to stop it.
* Seeing his friends getting injured.
* Having his questions left unanswered as it causes more questions to crop up later.
* Overly sweet food.

Skills
A listing of skills, such as horseback riding, and natural abilities, such as night vision - this also includes any racial edges

* Unarmed Strike: Able to attack without a weapon. (+5 ATK, 1d4 Bludgeoning)
* Acid Breath:  Can spray a line of Acid Breath (5ft by 30 ft, Dex Sav.)

Magic
A listing of spells, their descriptions - casting times, elements needed to cast, expected damage, any draw packs to casting - Limit 5 for single class, limit 3 for dual class - magic classes only

NA at this time

Possessions

Possessions Generally On Person: Clothing, coin purse, money, etc
* Dart: Throwing weapon, each able to inflict damage
* Explorer's Pack: All items needed for Exploring.
* Traveler's Clothes: Comfortable but basic clothing for traveling.
* Fighter Costume: Costume used for sparring and fighting on stage. (N/A)
* Monk Robes: Robes he wore back at the monastery. (N/A)
* Gold Pieces: Amount of gold- 15

Weapons: Personal weapons
* Equipped

	+ Qaurterstaff: Wooden quarterstaff with a black finished, there's nothing extremely powerful when it comes to this item and it's simple nature suits Kriv well. (+5 ATK, 1d6+3 Bludgeoning)
* Stored

	+ Brass Knuckles: Brass knuckles given to him by a fellow Monk, they were specially made to fit his larger than human hands. (+5 ATK, 1d4 Piercing)

Armor: Armor
* Equipped

	+ Item: Description
* Stored

	+ Item: Description

Animals: Animal owed
* Animal: Description

Pack Contents: What do you carry in you pack when traveling

* Item: Description
* Item: Description
* Item: Description
* Item: Description
* Item: Description
* Item: Description

Magical Items: Limit 2 low level
* Item: Description
* Item: Description

Potions: Premade or prepurchased potions - limit 5
* Item: Description
* Item: Description
* Item: Description
* Item: Description
* Item: Description

Creation Materials: Anything used to brew potions or for alchemy
* Item: Description
* Item: Description
* Item: Description
* Item: Description
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History
Parents: Dead
Siblings: Brother, Jakis (older and from another clutch)
Childhood: Survived a massive slaughter that killed his whole clan, then raised in a monastery and isolated from the world. His bother was continually traveling to avenge their clan until one day, he never returned and Kriv hopes something has happened rather than this own brother has abandoned him.
Adulthood: Nothing notable save he joined a traveling Troupe.
Special Moments: When he first learned his art, it was one of emotional enjoyment and tranquility for him. Any time his brother visited.
Current Events: The monks thought it was time he experienced the world... through Kriv believes his continual curiosity actually caused them to send him off, relieved he is no longer around to pester them with thousands of questions daily. He has been traveling with them for a month until fate intervenes.

Extras
Character Quote: I never toss a punch unless I mean, because to me its a reflection of my soul and it should only be motivated by pure intentions.
Theme Song: The kid, or inexperienced, fighter who is just learning the ropes.
Aura Color: A mellow, energetic orange
Scent: Acidic, copperish and likely scary... even if he doesn't bite much.
Anything Else:

Kriv's Journal

[User]
"I'm not the one that spends gold like it's water." Kriv replied back to her counter, noting Jen's little habit. His head leaned in and formed into an accusing face, his eyes narrowed and stared directly at her. If it wasn't for his softer edges, his youth easily seen, than he could've made an intimidating figure. Living on the basics wasn't completely terrible as back at the monastery, he had nothing considered elegant or unnecessary for substance. This gave him little experience with luxury, something that Jen had more familiar with.

Until his traveling with the troupe, he had only seen a gold piece a few times in his life and that was when travelers repaid the monks in whatever they believed was fair. Feeling bad for seeming to accuse Jen with the truth, his breath sighed again then apologized. "I'm sorry. I'm just...worried. It doesn't help I haven't had much of an appetite since we left and I worry a bit about our next step."

He slouched back into his booth end and stared at his ale for a moment. His eyes peered up when she spoke again, her lips moved in what he usually assumed was a prayer, then dig in. His eyes averted into the crowds and allowed her to finish her meal in peace without hovering, hungry glances on the untouched rolls. Kriv listened when she laid out her plans for their future, trying to ignore the aromas making his tongue water within his muzzle. For a moment, he regretted not requesting something and tossed the thought away best he could.

"I don't want to put you out," Kriv piped up when she mentioned staying in the tavern for free, her attention turned to the patrons. It wasn't hard to tell or at least guess what Jen was thinking in the young Dragonborn's mind. When she finished, he commented. "Through if you're sore, I could try to work out some of the kinks in your muscles. As for who to contact to get information, I'm going to have to leave that to you. However, we could likely ask our current server for information over work. He might know some place fitting for our talent or at least some local gossip?"

He was hesitant on his idea. It was obvious in his voice to his body language, his doubt lingered in his words since he didn't know the damage it might cause. "Unless you have a better idea where to start?"

[Assistant]
With his quip about spending gold like water she raised an eyebrow. "I know how to hold onto my money when needed too you know," she said, lapsing into silence until his apology, and then his musings about their next step.

It was then that the dwarven server from before made his way over carrying a large bowl filled almost to the brim with the same stew that Jen was having. "Eat," she directed, gesturing with her spoon in her right hand. "The rolls are to share. Butter on the side there. It's all quite good for being basics." As she spoke she glanced at their attendant. "No offense." He gave a small 'heh' and shrugged. "None taken. Simple food for simple folk. Keeps us strong and hearty. Sometimes it's the best." The sorceress nodded. "Sometimes," she agreed, then jerked her chin toward the rest of the patrons. "Off with ye," she said with a small wink and a grin. The squat figure turned and stumped off, then snapped a towel he carried at one of the patrons, flicking him in the ear. The patron had been pawing at one of the barmaids. "Knock it off, you got work to do still, Holdaff," he gruffed as he headed toward the bar.

Jenphira turned her silvery gaze back on Kriv. "I'll ask after we're done eating. And I know what you're thinking... That's not what I had in mind. I could but... no. I'm sure there are problems here that can be solved, or work that can be done. A place like this is always good for information. If our good dwarf doesn't know much, the barkeep probably will. Lots of gossip in places like this too."

She lapsed into silence for a few moments while reviewing what had been said already in her head. She noted the comment about working her soreness and kinks and tilted her head, considering. "As for your offer, I could go for that. It would be nice. I can return the favor if you want."

[User]
Kriv blinked and stared at the bowl, surprised it had been brought over without seemingly a word. His sights turned upon Jenphira as he realized her little 'prayer' might've been a spell instead. He briefly looked uncomfortable that she had read him so easily and then obeying her command, he reached for a roll from the plate. His claws easily punctured the soft bread then shifted it to slide into his bowl where it drank up the broth, making it mush and savory. Dipping his spoon to scoop up a potato and chicken chunk, he tried to stop himself from gorging himself in front of Jen.

He watched her flirt in her usual fashion before sending the male off once more. From his taste, Kriv could easily pick out the chicken, potatoes, leek, cabbage, and various other roots piled into the dish's flavors which satisfied his preference for savory flavor. He took a small swig of ale again, his attention split between the meal and her. He tried the roll next, chewing into the soggy bit as it disappeared down his throat and left a warm, appealing sensation. Gradually his middle stopped rumbling its protests and hardened into a content ball, much to Kriv's relief. More and more was gone when Jen finished her thoughts over his idea, his hand reached for another roll to sop up whatever remained.

While he chewed on it, Jen's last comment immediately made him choke.

He coughed and sputtered, his mind naturally dove off into a road ditch of filthy thoughts, as he smacked his chest to clear his throat. After several moments, he quickly replied. "Ah…, n-no I'm fine. I'm good. I promise and you don't have to."

His hand scratched the back of his feathery head a bit in a common tick to hide his less than appropriate thoughts.