[System]
Age: 18
Equipment: Odogaron (ebony) Armor and Blood-Drinker Chainblade
Current Kinbeast: Vasha (Nargacuga, Thunder Element)

About: Sometimes impulsive and brash, Katya's mouth often gets her in more trouble than her fiery temper. She takes after her mother in much those same ways. Her mother was a Hunter, part of the Research Commission that crashed onto Omna Island. As she came to terms with the way the people on Omna lived in harmony with the wyvern that lived there, she tried to learn the ways of the riders - to hatch a companion and understand it. But that just wasn't her way, until she fell for a herbalist that had a Tigrex named Lorel that helped protect him when he'd venture outside the village for supplies.

Katya never really learned patience enough to hatch eggs of her own young. It wasn't something she learned the patience to do for a while. Instead, she inherited her mother's gear and was taught a lot of hunting skills like tracking, trapping, and even combat reflexes to make her skilled enough to avoid attacks from wyvern. She stood a stark contrast to others her age from the village in Ocean's Meadow - a grassland with a view of the southern coast - but didn't let herself get deterred because she wasn't a rider.

She often accompanied her father on his trips to get herbs and whatnot for his shop, working with Lorel to help keep her father safe. It was this level of training that helped her learn to quell the fire within, and to come to an almost harmony with the wyvern partners they could raise. When she was fifteen, Lorel and she helped stave off an attack by a Nargacuga. When the beast retreated, she followed it back to it's nest. Rather than kill the injured beast, she stole one of its eggs and finally understood the importance of patience; with her father's guidance, when the egg hatched, she had a Nargacuga of her own.

In getting a monstie of her own, and raising it to be as fierce as she was, she and it took commission with the local Rider's guild to help keep an eye on the surrounding fields and forests. It lead to them finding strange happenings, and even stranger - monsters in the grasslands and forests that didn't belong there, and monsters she's seen before acting strangely. After narrowly avoiding an attack from one such monster and reporting back, she received a summons of her own and headed north to the capital city of Milasai.

[User]
1- Central Redan
The largest of the isles, Central Redan is primarily forests and grassland. However, there are mountains, tundras, deserts, and even a massive swamp. The largest population of Riders lives here. The two largest settlements are Gynycon (1) in the Northern Steppes, Silverridge (2) in the Silvergale Mountains, Inteca (3 in the Junidan Rain Forest, Milasai (5) in the Southern Plains, Oasys (6) and Azo (7) in the Bara Magna Desert; very few Riders live near the Boglands, though there are stories of bandits living and hiding in the unforgiving swamps.
2- Western Redan
A harsh, volcanic island with an active volcano, Western Revan only has a single settlement, known as Geo-Harth (4). Though the western side of the island is quite fertile, most of the residents of Western Redan are miners.
3- Eastern Redan
Though the island itself is largely uninhabited by Riders, the floating village of New Tanzia (8) sustains itself through fishing and trading with the other cities. Eastern Redan is primarily composed of woodland and wetland, and is home to a variety of species, including Leviathans.
4- Harsheon
Uniquely among the Omna Isles, the currents of Harsheon well up from a nearby trench, bringing an abundance of deceased sea life to the western side of the island, known simply as the Boneyard. Many monsters here are adapted to scavenging for survival, and will attack nearly anything that intrudes on their territory. Situated in the center of the island is Frebo (9), a unique village whose people specialize in searching for old relics and hunting, taming, and training aquatic monsters.
5- Belga Isle
A small island in the south, very few Riders make their home on Belga. However, it is home to many Lynians, including Grimalkyne, Felynes and Melynx, and Gajalaka. Though similar in climate to other parts of the Omna Isles, it is home to many dangerous monsters.
6- Elion
The easternmost of the isles, Elion is often ravaged by powerful storms. Because of this, few Riders live here, and those that do must be tough to survive both the storms and the monsters that live here.
7- Misty Nest
The southernmost of the Omna Isles, the Misty Nest has seldom been explored on account of being home to many rare and powerful monsters, as well as the island perpetually being shrouded in fog. Though unconfirmed, rumors abound that the Nest is home at least part of the year to Elder Dragons.
8- The Northern Isles
Largely uninhabited save some small outposts managed by, the Northern Isles are filled with many ruins and artifacts from an ancient civilization.
9- The Ancients' Tower
Surrounded by a near-impenetrable storm, very few have ever made it to the Ancients' Tower. Reports state that the massive structure is home to a variety of monsters, including Elder Dragons.

[Assistant]
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The City of Milasai

This was the first time that Rui had ever been to the capitol. People and every type of Kinbeast made their way through the streets. However, many were giving them a wide berth. It was easy to tell by her armor and gear that Rui wasn't from anywhere near Milasai. And she couldn't fault the Herbivores, like Aptonoth and Kestodon, for being skittish around a monster that was a natural predator.

But having undergone the Rite of Channeling enough to change a Kinbeast's element was uncommon. And transferring enough genetic information to change any Kinbeast's element to Dragon was difficult. As a side effect of the process, the Fulgur Anjanath's body had taken on new colors. The normally orange-and-white scales on his body had taken on a crimson hue, and the fur-like feathers across his body had blackened. Though not visible now, his fins and nasal crest would glow with dark red once angered.

But Rui didn't mind. She knew that, despite Druk's fierce appearance, he was a sweetheart. Until you threatened Rui, anyway. Then all bets were off.

She was here for a reason. In her bag was the summons from the Riders' Guild. It took some asking the locals, but she eventually found her way to the Riders' Guild HQ. Passing through the gate, she could see other Riders coming and going, or even just standing around and chatting. Rui dismounted, and lead Druk to the stables. After speaking with a stablehand and giving him about 200 zenny to take care of Druk, she made her way inside. The Guildhall was packed with humans and Palicos, as well as the odd Wyverian, Troverian, and Grimalkyne.

At the reception counter, she was greeted by a young woman who smiled cheerfully. "Welcome to the Milasai Rider's Guild," she said. "How can I help you?" Rui dug into her bag and presented the letter. "Oh, so you were summoned by the Guildmaster. Right this way." She put up a sign on the desk that read, "Temporarily closed. We appreciate your patience." The young woman lead Rui up a flight of stairs. "So, Miss Tomoe, you've come a long way."

"Please, call me Rui," she insisted.

"Ah. My name's Artemia. It's nice to meet you." She gave another smile. The sounds of the main hall faded away until they came to a large, intricate door. Artemia banged her fist against the thick wood, and the deep, booming sounds caught Rui off guard. Clearly she was a lot stronger than she looked. Without waiting for a response, Artemia opened the door and ushered Rui inside.

It was simple, but Rui could appreciate it. But all of the books! Rui had never seen so many in one place.

"You're supposed to wait for someone to answer the door, Artemia." Rui looked up the balcony to see a Wyverian woman looking down at them, an open book in hand.

"Never know if you're absorbed in your research," Artemia chuckled. "Anyways, this is Miss Rui Tomoe."

"Thank you. We're waiting on two more for the time being." The woman closed her book and made her way to the ground floor.

[User]
As far as the capital city went, it certainly made Katya miss the open fields and valleys around her home village. There were too many people, not enough space, and the bustle and noise was something she wasn't quite pleased to be around. How one could want to live in a place like this was beyond her. City life would never be for her, though. It was a given from the moment she first started going out into the wilds with her father in search of herbs for his medicines. There was nothing more appealing than being out in the wilds, testing her survival skills against the wilderness - especially not after raising Vasha.

The way some of the citizens and, certainly the monsters, in the city shifted away when the black furred beauty - at least, until she'd undergone the Rite of Channeling to imbue Vasha with the element of Thunder and marking the black fur with streaks of near white gold - that was her nargacuga. She was kinda proud he stirred unsettling reactions out of the others. Probably not the best mindset for a rider but, then - she didn't just learn about raising and training monsties. She wore her armor and weapons proudly, unashamed of the tale it told others.

But making the content city-dwellers uneasy wasn't the reason she was here. She had a summons burning a hole in her satchel and she was determined to get it over with and back out to the wilds before Vasha got as restless in the city as she felt. It only took a bit of negotiating their way through the city before she finally spotted the guild off in the distance. Quite a few other riders and beasts, most oblivious to yet another powerful monstie showing up in their midst, stood or moved around the courtyard. She'd considered having Vasha just come inside with her, but surely that was frowned on. It wasn't like anyone back in her village liked such a large monstie following her into buildings there either. So, for an outrageous 200 zenny, she got him stabled and headed inside.

Soon enough, Katya was shown to a large ornate set of doors before a few loud knocks proceeded them being opened and her gestured to join the others in. After a second to look around and inwardly cringe at the amount of books surrounding her, the rider's gaze locked on the two others in the room.

"Right, so I'm Katya Milyan - got a summons - " which she produced from her satchel - "and was directed to this room. Are we waiting for more or can we get the meeting on and over with?" She rolled her shoulder while looking around the room again. "Place is too cramped."

[Assistant]
Rui gave the newcomer a quick inspection. Armor was a good indicator of a Rider's level of skill, and this Katya apparently had enough skill to go to-toe-claw with an Ebony Odogaron. Her words and tone made her come off as rough around the edges. The Guildmaster gave a slight frown at Katya's words. "I prefer 'cozy'," she said flatly. "And yes, we are waiting on--"

The door opened again, and another Wyverian woman came in. Adorned in light armor and a wide-brimmed hat, all colored a rich shade of red, she looked quite professional... until she spoke, anyway. "How's my favorite sister?" she asked, a wide grin crossing her face.

"I'm your only sister," the Guildmaster replied. Her tone had a hint of irritation to it.

Artemia playfully pouted. "What, no love for me, Hana?"

Hana chuckled, ruffling Artemia's hair. "You have to wait your turn."

The Guildmaster gave a sigh, as if she'd done this a million times before. "At least try to act like we're here for something serious, Hana." She turned her attention to the two Riders. "Now that we're all here, we can start.

"Welcome to Milasai, Riders. My name is Lieren, the Guildmaster of Central Redan, as well as the head of the Omna Isles Council. I apologize for not being able to explain why you were summoned in the letter, but for the time being, we're being cautious."

[User]
Cozy? Bah! Cramped was perfectly apt. Besides, who the hell wanted this many books? Do nothing readers, clearly. Cozy was a lean-to with a campfire burning just outside it. Cozy was a place that could be seen to be bigger than what you could move in because of the items strewn about. This...this was claustrophobia inducing.

But the party grew and Katya kept the further belittlement of the space to herself.

Her attention turned from the Guildmaster she supposed she should be more polite to, to the other woman standing in the hall, then the new Wyverian woman that entered. She certainly didn't hold herself like some stuffy administrator type. If she was part of what drove them together, and if Katya had to put up with yet another weight to carry in among the weird happenings of the land right now, at least she seemed capable.

"Cautious of what?" Katya perked a brow, crossing her arms and shifting her weight to one foot. "Look, I get it, there's formalities, but those are for times when there isn't weird shit happening around us, yeah? So maybe we can all just cut to the chase?"


[System]
Age: 8-13
Gender: Your choice
Race: Swedian, Lynnian or Nord

Strength: Undefined
Endurance: Undefined
Soul: Undefined
Psyche: Undefined
Intelligence: Undefined
Charisma: Undefined
Luck: 1

Alignment: +0
Popularity: +0
Well being: +10

Inventory: Your choice
Money: Your choice

[User]
Julius thought about the new friends he had made. The ones he met during lunch yesterday, who told him you could hear anything as long as you know where to listen and who to ask. These guys seem to know about that stuff, so he considered finding them and learning more. Friendship with them might be more beneficial than expected..?
When moving, suddenly Julius' arms ached slightly from muscle strain. That extra work during detention with Basil had took a slight toll on him, but he felt good about it. He felt like crafts class maybe wasn't so bad after all. He considered doing a change in his schedule, but he hadn't even finished the week yet so he thought he might try out all the classes first before changing one.

When arriving at the cottage, Julius' heart stuck in his throat. It had burned down.
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So Desmond had killed himself? Burnt the cottage down in the process? That crazy bastard..! But still, Julius couldn't help but feel sad at his loss. Auron and James had fought over it, the idiots. If they can't set aside their differences, how are they going to make it in Lauzurus? They'll end up just like Desmond. Julius sighed.

At least they solved the problem of where to live for now - in the wild. Julius was kind of used to the simple life, but admitted he didn't know how to make a campfire. Being the most knowledged of this life of the group, Julius took command. While they were out though, he couldn't help at several occasions that he was being watched. Looking around however, he saw nothing. He shrugged and returned back to camp.
Ted arrived, helped the group make a campfire, and then they fell asleep. Morning came fast. Julius woke up earlier than the others, and left without waking them. He went to school before classes had started to stroll the grounds, perhaps meeting others who had slept just as bad as he had.

Galaxial magic class blew him away. He had peered into the portal the other kids disappeared into, and it looked like the universe! The teacher had even said it was the void - the crossroads of all dimensions! Julius wasn't really smart enough to know what that really meant, but it sounded so incredibly incredible that he was left awestruck.

Now... To Desmond's funeral.

Monday: 1st class - Galaxial Magic | 2nd class - Weapon Class
Tuesday: 1st class - Raw Magic | 2nd class - Basic Magic
Wednesday: 1st class - Galaxial Magic | 2nd class - Raw Magic
Thursday: 1st class - Basic Magic | 2nd class - Weapon Class
Friday: 1st class - Physical Education | 2nd class - Trance Magic

[Assistant] "Fine I´ll come with you guys" he sighed "Not like I care anyway Desmond was a fool. but this might make James and Julius a little happier and change their thoughts and attitude towards me" Zecane thought to himself as he began to walk to the funeral.

[User]
18:21
Location: Outside Lauzurus, Entrance

Content, James led his other roommates to where the burial was taking place. The group walked around the school, ending up at the backside. There lies Lauzurus training fields, a big open spot with various practice stations. Targets for archery, training dummies, an obstacle course and what looks like a running trail. Something else also catches the group's interest. A bit further away in the middle of the field sits a half naked man, squatting while smoking a cigar. On his shoulder rests a bloodied wooden staff. What's even more unsettling is that around the man are at least ten students lying, groaning and crawling around in pain with practice weapons spread around them. The group pass the training field and ended up at the edge of the clearing. There sits a student who looked a bit older than the three boys. he got brown, messy hair and bright blue eyes. His outfit like many other wizards is quite exotic. He's wearing a brown and red poncho and harem pants of the same colour, both rather loose fitting. On the back of the poncho is a yellow stitching in shape of a crescent sun. In front of him lies Desmond's body, now mummified.

-"Are you here to pay your respects?" The boy asks with a very soothing and soft voice.
-"We are. Are you the one that'll bury Desmond?" James ask back.
-"Yes, I'm the temporary grave keeper, Erik. Once master Nellie comes home from the summer she'll take over again."
-"So where are all the graves?" Auron asks impatient, wanting this to be over as quick as possible.
-"Only a short trip into the shallow woods, follow me." Following Erik, who picked up the body, the group venture into the woods again. The slowly start to set as Erik look for the right spot. There are many different wooden signs placed all around this area, all with four numbers on them in different combinations. Eventually Erik found the sign he was looking for: 1-1-2-4. There he tore open the ground with his magic, revealing a pit full of other mummified bodies. The stench of death was strong enough to make the boys flinch and step back covering their noses.
-"Why are you keeping the bodies so orderly sorted? And why mass graves full of preserved bodies? Surely this many can't die every year right!?" James was clearly shocked at the whole ordeal.
-"for many reasons. One reason is to keep bodies intact in case their parents want to have them for a funeral of their own. But for most part it's to keep them around for other students to use them in their research."
-"Such unobtrusive sacrilege." Said James under his breath.
-"It's getting late. Pay your respects so we can head back.

The three boys honoured their short memories of Desmond for a few silent minutes before Erik closed the grave again. When they came back out of the woods the training fields were empty. "Take care you guys. I have one last matter to attend before I can head home. Sleep well." Erik left the group and walked around the opposite side of the school. When the boys reached their little camp in the woods the fire was already lit.
-"Guess Ted has already been here." Julius sat down on his improvised bed.
-"It is pretty late, the moon is almost up." James nodded at the crimson sky.
-"What a waste of time." Auron said to himself.
-"We're closing in on the weekend. We'll pull through this thing together. Stay strong." Julius said in an attempt to encourage the group. The group lay down on their rice beds trying to sleep, but something was moving in the shadows. High pitched yet low whispering and sniggering could be heard around the camp. Almost simultaneously the group sat up again looking around to see what the unsettling noises were coming from.
-"Look! Many child!" A short creature hopped out of the shadows, followed by another nine. They had disproportionate head and eyes compared to their small bodies, grey skin and wore tattered rags.
-"Goblins..." Said James as he gritted his teeth. The one in the front smirked as he looked at the slightly scared boys. He wore a silver cloth as mantle and were equipped with a real dagger. The other's behind him had only what looked like sticks and sharp rocks.
-"Kill mage!" He screamed as he lead the charge against the group with great courage.

!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!

The distance between the group and the pack of goblins were big enough for the boys to react on. Standing up the boys gathered in front of the fire place to prepare for the incoming attack.
-"We may be outnumbered, but they are just goblins." James said pumped up.
-"A chance to show off some new tricks maybe?" Julius smirked as he looked at the attackers.
-"The one in the front is probably the leader. Looks like this isn't his skirmish, that dagger must be a spoil." Auron glared at the Goblin's dagger. The area is pretty open with occasional trees, bushes and rocks. No one is at a clear advantage as the battle begins.

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Auron

A) Strike
B) Cast spell
C) Coordinate
D) Channel
E) Prepare
F) Analyze
G) Retreat

Body: 95%
Mind: 100%
Mana: 0 charges

Name: Auron Zecane
Age: 13
Gender: Man
Race: Swedian

Strong: 2
Agile:1
Precise:2
Discreet: 0
Affined: 8
Psychic: 5
Clever: 3
Vigilant:3
Convincing: 2
Fate: 1

Alignment: +0
Popularity: +0
Well being: -40

Skills: Inner magic (?), Geography (lvl.2)
Spectrum: The Glooming (2/4)
Elements: Corruption, Demonology

Inventory: Ink and quill, Blue Key, Pamphlet
Money: 5 silver, 23 copper-Courses-

* Basic magic
* Raw magic
* Trance magic
* Synthetic magic
* Dark magic
* Corruption magic
* Demonology magic
* Galaxial magic
* Fire magic
* Water magic
* Earth magic
* Wind magic
* Nature magic
* Organic magic
* Metamorphism magic
* Will magic
* Light magic
* Healing magic
* Religious magic
* Arcane magic
* General education
* Physical education
* Art class
* Crafts class
* Weapon class

-Rules-

* Do not fight without a teachers permission.
* Do not sleep in any house but your own.
* Do not share your key to anyone.
* Do not disobey any teachers.
* Do not miss morning classes on weekdays.
* Do not get anyone pregnant.
* Do not enter school at night.
-Wither-

Element: Corruption - Corruption
Difficulty: Medium
Level: 1

Slowly kill a target plant or tree within a very short radius. Requires more mana to wither healthier plants.

-Underworld link-

Element: Demonology - Demonology
Difficulty: Easy - Hard
Level: 1

Establish a connection with a random demon in the underworld or a nearby demon.

Julius

A) Strike
B) Cast spell
C) Coordinate
D) Channel
E) Prepare
F) Analyze
G) Retreat

Body: 100%
Mind: 100%
Mana: 0 charges

Name: Julius Frost
Age: 12
Gender: Man
Race: Nord

Strong: 6
Agile: 2
Precise: 4
Discreet: 0
Clever: 2
Vigilant: 2
Affined: 2
Psychic: 1
Convincing: 1
Fate: 1

Alignment: +4
Popularity: +5
Well being: +15

Skills: Inner magic (lvl.1)
Spectrum: The Potent (1/4), The Glooming (1/4)
Element: The Raw, The Galaxial

Inventory: Short sword, prayer beads, dagger, Blue key, Pamphlet, B.magic book.
Money: 3 copperPhysical Afflictions

None.

Psychological Afflictions

Lovestruck - Jenny Redoak
It was love at first sight for Julius, now he is helplessly enamoured with the girl.-Courses-

* Basic magic
* Raw magic
* Trance magic
* Synthetic magic
* Dark magic
* Corruption magic
* Demonology magic
* Galaxial magic
* Fire magic
* Water magic
* Earth magic
* Wind magic
* Nature magic
* Organic magic
* Metamorphism magic
* Will magic
* Light magic
* Healing magic
* Religious magic
* Arcane magic
* General education
* Physical education
* Art class
* Crafts class
* Weapon class

-Rules-

* Do not fight without a teachers permission.
* Do not sleep in any house but your own.
* Do not share your key to anyone.
* Do not disobey any teachers.
* Do not miss morning classes on weekdays.
* Do not get anyone pregnant.
* Do not enter school at night.
-Empower-

Element: Raw - Raw
Difficulty: Hard
Level: 1

Enhance a physical action with pure magic, making it stronger and faster.

-Stardust-

Element: Galaxial - Galaxial
Difficulty: Medium
Level: 1

Control stardust to impede magic and spells. Can also blind and/or make the victim hallucinate.


[System]
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Appearance: As a Gadotian by lineage, Selim's skin tone is a warm beige color that goes through phases of deeper brown colors when he spends more time wandering through the desert, with a variety of stark white imperfections (scars) or red abrasions from sandstorms. When he stands up straight, Selim is just over 6 feet. He has solid muscle tone from his time training for the Clash of Iron.

Selim tends to wear a modern take of classic Relinic and Gadotian apparel. He generally wears a trimmed, light colored, high collared jacket made of a tough material. It was designed to have freedom of movement, so some points are a bit less form fitting to also allow it to provide some protection from glancing attacks. His pants are fairly standard men's legwear design. Most of his stuff is kept in a small bag on his back, which straps across his chest diagonally. Shoes are an old worn pair of black boots, with a high ankle and newly replaced soles for grip.
Hometown: Gadot/Relin, previously Orin
Personality: Selim is naturally empathetic and has a unique, genuine charisma - once you get past some of the initial stumbling blocks. Selim can quickly be caught off guard if one of his practiced introductions are not applicable. Because of the programmed responses to seem civil, not too entirely uncommon in Orani culture, Selim can come across as serious - which he is. There is also an unshakable sadness and frustration that can be picked up on, especially by those who knew him years ago.
Relic Description: Selim's relic is a half-dollar sized metal bobble with a purple stained glass ring, about an inch thick. It has an etched relief design of his home in Relin on it. His creatures are added either to the etching or to a small inscription on the back.
Starting Natrelmon: Crowire & Kohitsuji
Starting Spell Schools: Abjuration/Invocation
History:  Gadotian by lineage and birth, the early years of his life were spent in Orin with his parents, who had moved to Orin to serve the upper echelon's of Orani society with their craftwork. It was a mixed success venture, just enough to give Selim a taste of some of the finer things and enough access to an education to keep him interested in learning. It also gave him enough of a talent of blending in, or at least socializing with, those with unlimited access to the world.

After a few rough years, the family moved to Relin to work with the craftspeople there to refine their designs into something unique. They settled happily there for awhile, but were forced to move with Selim's mother fell ill and could not handle the tough Relinic winters any longer. They moved back to Gadot and purchased a sizable portion of land on the mountainside with enough space for a flock of sheep and Hitsuji, along with a contingent of messenger Hawklines which were traditional in Gadot.

Selim had a penchant after moving back to Gadot of wandering deep into the desert. He had enough experience with Invocation to be able to tell mirage from Uaine magic. He had a number of choice encounters with the desert folk, who only really tolerated his presence due to his ability to communicate telepathically as well.

While the Orani almost exclusively practiced the art of fencing for combat, which Selim learned from his time there, the Gadotians preferred a wider variety of spice in combat. Selim opted to learn from the Gadotian weapon schools as a part of training for the Clash of Iron, which is a combination smithing and swordsmanship combination run by the people of Ilsver and Gadot, almost always with one of their residents being named the victory (despite being open to all participants). Selim has participated, but has not ever won. It did, however, earn him a few nice contracts as a bodyguard for some wealthy clientele passing through Gadot, usually forcing him to travel to Lifan.

During the war, Selim aided in crafting weapons for the East's military. Following the War he delayed undergoing his Rites to continue his education and help care for his ailing mother. It was after she passed that Selim decided it was time to undertake his journey alone. He chose to take one of the new Kohitsuji from their family farm, along with a Crowire he had for a number of years as a companion.

Professions: Herbalist and Breeder
Noteworthy Skills:  Selim's experience required he be able to help care for others as well as be able to care for his own minor scrapes and bruises. He has knowledge of blacksmithing from the family craft business and has undergone formal training in the ways of weapons. The experience in Orin and interactions with the Uaine have given him a continued interest, and access to, in the history and knowledge of the world.

Magic:

Abjuration - Rank III - 21600

Rank I - Chant of Mending
Rank II - Effulgent Burst
Rank III - Blinding Radiance

Invocation - Rank III - 21600

Rank I - Shimmering Bolt
Rank II - Inundate
Rank III - Celestial Curtain

Gifts: Telepathy, Lucky

ITEMS:
- Spear
- 1 D Relics

Currency: 7000 N

Natrelmon:
- Crowire - M - 15
- Kohitsuji - M - 10
- Veolu - F - 15
- Olena - F - 9
- Soelbe - F - 15
- Narashi - F - 20
- Ocalia - F - 13
- Kaigara - F - 13
- Veolu - M - 15
- Albion - M - 15
- Mythin - F - 1

[User]
Süne took his time to admire the structure. In a way, it was another artist's portrait, albeit, in an entirely different medium and style than his own, of a Natrelmon, in this case the legendary Suzaku. The Lord of the South certainly had vibrant coloration. Such bright and warm tones always spoke to Süne of frenetic energy and activity, the pounding stampede of an entire herd.

Yet despite that, the Toran Arena was quite lonely, Süne thought. Apart from the candles, there were no signs of human or natrelmon activity, and it could as well have been a pristine unearthed ruin. Süne glanced side to side, but was surprised to find the place looking so empty. He had thought the Arenas would be full of those seeking to test themselves.

"Mmm, perhaps it's because it's a place of reverence for the Rites, not taken lightly." Süne wondered to himself softly. He felt mild unease walking in such a place. Testing himself so idly for mere whim. But still, he pressed forward. He played over the fletching of his Sakura-re's arrow, before he finally finished making it into the challenger's pillar to face off against Anastasia.

"Thank you, honored Arena Master, for accepting my challenge." Süne place his fist in his palm, before bowing to Anastasia. She was not much younger than him in appearance, so he felt no reason to comment on her apparent youth.

Süne cast forth his arrow, as if to strike it into the sands, but halfway through, it transformed into his Sakura-Re.

"I don't expect you to win, but do your best to learn from this challenge. If you can land even a single blow against such odds as you are likely to face, I will be quite proud." Süne 'encouraged' his Sakura-Re. Honestly, being told you were probably going to fail horribly was less than stellar.

[Assistant]
Anastasia, or Annie for short, greeted Süne with the customary Toranese bow before speaking to him to formally address him as a challenger.

"I am Anastasia Radtfield, master of the Toran Arena, and I accept your challenge."

The introduction was short and sweet, but Anastasia did not seem to want to waste time with pleasantries when there were new things to burn in her arena. She held a small cloth doll loosely in her right hand, vaguely ursine in shape, before conjuring an extremely bright fireball in her left. She watched it for a few seconds, letting it get bigger and bigger, before it was somewhere around twice the size of her head. In the dim light of the Arena, it was easy to see the dark glint in her eyes as she played with the fireball and the pyromaniacal intent behind her actions. Then, seeming to remember precisely where she was and in what capacity she was acting, she shrunk the fireball back down to its normal size, about a foot in diameter, and sent it hurling directly towards where Sakura-Rei was.

Of course, this was Anastasia's beloved pet Tibearius using its innate ability, but she didn't know if Süne knew that. She would wait to see what happened to the fireball before telling Tibearius what to do, and in the interim begun charging her hands with fiery energy. If Süne knew much about Searsinging, he would know that she had begun charging two of its spells and was ready to unleash some havoc.

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Süne breath caught in his chest for a moment as Anastasia began summoning her fireball, which was in fact, Tibearius' method of summoning. For a moment he though she was just going to start blasting Sakura-re with Pyromancy before summoning any Natrelmon. But, fortunately for the pair, his wits returned to him a moment later as he remembered Tibearius' unusual nature.

"Orbs! One for you, one for her." Süne ordered, his intent being to move one of the Light of Ielle's to the other side of the field to attack, while keeping one on Sakura-re to power up Sakura-re's lifecharges. But then, rather unexpectedly to Süne, Tibearius was launched at Sakura-re.

"Dodge, Eclipse, Run!" Süne ordered Sakura-re, who belying her treelike appearance, was fortunately not as slow as trees generally were, and only had to get a few feet away. Tibearius was, unfortunately for him, being summoned directly on top of a Light of Ielle activating Total Eclipse, the most damaging light type move Sakura-Re yet knew, though she could only summon its power once per battle. While she would not shut down his moves, due to only one Light being present, hopefully it would deal damage. As soon as it completed activating Eclipse, it prepared to move again.

Meanwhile, Süne himself cast a blizzard directly upon the Tibearius' location, which would hopefully deal a little chip damage, while charging up a single Pyromancy spell himself.

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About five feet away from Sakura-re, before the fireball was about to hit her, Anastasia burst into a fit of giggles as the ball exploded prematurely and summoned her Tibearius at the same location. She let out of yell of "Iei, Tibearius!" as she clapped her now more severely glowing red hands together excitedly, seeming to prime the magic within them for release. Taking a second, she then shouted instructions to her pet:

"Channel a Flare Core, Tibearius! Shadow, use Echo of Rend!"

Tibearius dutifully did so, beginning to gather its energy as a small fireball appeared in front of it and begun to steadily increase in potency and size. As it did so, the Tibearius' shadow, stood just next to it, hurled a lance of shadow at the Sakura-re as it moved according to Sune's orders. Anastasia was clearly taking things easy to begin with, choosing not to have Tibearius simply chase the weaker Grass-type Natrelmon down with its immolative aura and attempt to get as much Fire-type damage on it as possible. She was confused that Sune had actually chosen to send out a Natrelmon who had such a pointed weakness to Fire in her Arena, but that just made her think that it would be an easy fight.

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"Incandescence, Collapse orbs, Fall Back!" Süne ordered. And a few things happened at once.

While Süne misjudged Tibearius' landing for aiming his blizzard, fortunately for him, he did so by less than the radius of the blizzard. As Tibearius was staying stationary and launching attacks from 5 feet away from where Süne had aimed the 8 foot radius blizzard, it would be caught in the blizzard and start taking some very minor damage, given its resistance.

The Echo of Rend would stop short before hitting Sakura-re. She had been moving directly to Süne's right, dodging to avoid Tibearius' landing which Süne assumed would be directly on top of her, and feared might have a vast radius, and also the blizzard Süne had been intending to cast there. Süne's blizzard was 8 feet in radius, and Sakura-re aimed to get at least a foot clear of that, which given Tibearius had stopped 5 feet of her initial location, gave the current distance between them to be slightly more than the 10 foot range of Echo of Rend. And this was assuming she stood still during the travel time, which she did not.

Meanwhile Sakura-re activated Incandesence, and began moving her Orbs at Tibearius. Sakura-re only had to move her LoI that was closest to her a single foot before it would start effecting Tibearius with its damage, which hopefully be easy to do with a blizzard currently sitting on top of Tibearius, and it would immediately interrupt channeled abilities, given it's 6 foot range for that. From behind Tibearius, Sakura-re recalled her other LoI to catch Tibearius if he backed away from the light moving towards him from within the blizzard.

Süne fired off a Frozen Sphere at Tibearius, cheating a little bit to the side Sakura-re was facing, but still aiming for a direct contact. With the current distance between them, the attack would land in just under a second, with a blizzard obscuring the launch from Tibearius' perspective. He continued charging whatever Searsinging spell he was charging.

And lastly for the group of things that happened simultaneously, Sakura-re started moving toward's Süne's edge of the arena wall instead of of the edge to Süne's right, so that if Tibearius did happen to want to give chase, he would either have a longer path through the blizzard, or he'd need to skirt its edge for longer. Süne didn't want Sakura to lose one of her potential dodging directions in going to the right, so currently she stayed at 6 feet away from that border of the arena.

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Selim was a bit irked that his response had yielded nothing for the amount of effort he had expended, as well as being irritated he had agreed to fight without his weapon. If he had that in his possession, he likely could have landed a blow on Kiyo in some of the organized chaos. He had specifically taken a blow in an attempt to execute on a strategy and unfortunately, Kiyo had a more repeatable attack method to finish the fight with. However, time was still something Selim intended to have work for him.

Fortunately, while Kiyo's strategy was repeatable, Selim also had methods to avoid it being repeated. He immediately moved away from the attackers - ensuring to stay out of range of Kiyo's combo. Mythari's approach was a new strategy from Kiyo who had largely kept the Natrlemon out of the fray. Such an aggressive move was not something without a strategy. Soelbe moved the orbs of light to sort of play a game of disruption to Kiyo's and Mythari's posture towards her trainer, as well as move her body into a path to serve as a disruption.


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"The order is given.

Username: Universorum
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Main: Azir
Appearance: Dark brown hair, and a height of almost six and a half feet, with grey-blue eyes and a small amount of facial hair.
True Appearance: In his true form, he gets even taller, clocking in at seven and a half feet, with the beaked helmet of his main champion adorning his head, and his legs changing into the bird-like appendages Azir has. Gauntlets appear on his hands, with talons on the ends of the fingers. He also gains the scepter of the emperor.
Powers: Just one main power: the ability to summon and command sand soldiers akin to Azir's. In his normal form, they are much smaller and far less capable, and can't form the impassable phalanx wall of Azir's ultimate, and he can only summon one at a time, lasting for around forty-five seconds. In his true-form, however, with the power of the scepter behind him, the soldiers are much more powerful, and last for a much longer time.
Personality: Confident in his decision making skills, Erick often takes up the role of shot-caller in his team. He found himself drawn to Azir because their personalities are similar, and he likes the idea of being an emperor. He likes to lead, and found the gameplay of the champion to suit him as well, with Azir's ultimate being capable of engaging and starting fights.
Short Biography: Erick was born and raise a single child: lots of love for him. He grew up coasting through school, his standard grades were Bs and the occasional A, nothing lower than a C+. After graduating high school, he pursued an athletic scholarship in college, finding himself ending up in a town in Oregon. He commutes a little to school, but he's too fond of the town, Darkwell, to move. In his freshman year of college, he found League of Legends, and plays the game daily. He's high ranked, about Diamond 2(better than challenger, bois). It's pretty much the only game he plays, and he devotes large amounts of time to play, practicing, learning, and doing everything he can to get better. From time to time, he streams.

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Arthur relaxed in his seat as he browsed the usual menu, though his eyes roamed the page his mind was a thousand miles away. Only 24 hours ago everything about this situation would be entirely different with himself sitting alone in a corner with a cup of coffee in quiet contemplation. That was then, now he sat in a relatively open area with what could be called a friend trying to come to terms with the idea that people, regular people, had been given powers and abilities from a video game that many people played! Madness was the only way to describe the situation now with his voice turned to a trumpet and another man had been gifted the powers of what appeared to be Talon, though as of yet they had not accomplished much in finding out the truth.
A soft chiming noise stopped his heart cold as he glanced up wide-eyed and stern faced at the dancing Meep hovering over his head. He gave a panicked 'eep' of surprise that came out like a trumpet as he reached out and grabbed the meep in both hands, putting it in his coat before anyone could see it. Nobody but those effected could see the creatures he had come to discover but that did not mean he WANTED those who could to see. Too weird.
The brunch menu was pretty standard so he flipped the menu and slid it to Alex, gesturing with his index finger to the eggs benedict and then a picture of a glass of water. Not being able to speak was a huge problem but if he and Alex could come to an understanding then maybe both of them could get to a better way of life. Arthur dared to hope.
As he turned to stand he was met full in the face with the towering figure of Clarice, the only server in the establishment he had a hard time speaking to. Though he would never admit it to himself or otherwise he fancied the tall woman as an example for all women. Strong, beautiful, and capable. Why she worked here confused him to no end. Though they were of the same height, Alex standing closer to 6'3, he still felt short compared to her.
Unlike his lanky form this exquisite creature exuded strength.

Arthur opened his mouth to greet her but forgot about his predicament, the only thing escaped now was a low-pitched tuba sound. His eyes flared in alarm as both hands shot up to cover his mouth and slide back further into his seat. Frantically, he made various gestures towards his throat and offered a small head bow in apology. Hopefully Alex interpreted it as somewhere along the lines of 'My friend here has a bad cold.'
Arthurs head sank a little lower in relief when the server walked away to help other customers. He took out the phone and texted Alex.

(message reads; Imagine that one with powers. What a sight to see!) Arthur tried to chuckle as he sent it but again it sounded like a chime. The meep in his coat pocket peeked out to see what was going on.
Another meep trailed along Clarice's shoulders but never let her see it. Playful as ever.

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Claire was never really fond of the young man half asleep at one of the chairs in the lounge. He was consistently late and she perceived him to be a sloppy vagabond and rather lazy as well. It was here that she found herself feeling slightly irate at her rogue coworker as he had the audactiy to scoff at her as he heard her mutters, her irritation aggravated by the lack of sleep from the past couple of days. The comment wasn't even directed towards him anyways!
"Hmph, I wasn't talking to you Garrett...Be quiet would you? Oh wait, you already are~" Claire said to him without bothering to look at him as she poured herself a cup of hot coffee...which felt very warm in her hands, probably due to the poor insulation of the small styrofoam cup in her hands. After adding a little bit of cream and two times the reccomended serving of sugar into the brown liquid known to keep the world turning, she took a seat away from Garrett and enjoyed it for the limited time she had back in the lounge, knowing she'd be needed out there soon.

Clarice entered the room and poked at Garrett, you could tell she enjoyed bothering the him. Garrett never really spoke to others nor reacted dramatically as far as she observed so far, but you could gauge his mood by the facial expressions he displays. To her, Clarice was like a curious cat pawing at a raven that seemed to be content to just sit there and let her toy with him. Claire remained quiet while she longed for a cold white mocha frappucino. If there was ample time before nightfall, she could probably swing by the cafe again to grab one real quick after she was done here, before she went to the gathering. She would feel so much better too! The blue haired maiden sipped her coffee as Clarice left the room as fast as she had entered in order to serve a few customers who had walked in. Claire took this cue to quickly down the rest of the hot coffee and took a deep breath, straightening herself out before joining Clarice out there in the grind, only to find to her surprise that a couple of the people from the cafe were here as well. And the "Braum" was here too!

"I'll take this one!" Claire said to Clarice in passing, and then made a beeline for the polite young gentleman (John) she had briefly encountered yesterday. She offered him a smile as she whipped out a pen and a pad. "Welcome to Darkwell City Diner! Shall we start you off with a drink?"

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Travis

Souls... Souls! Souls! Souls!

Travis couldn't block out the voices, and now they were getting louder! His eyes dashed from side to side, he would look shifty as hell if someone could see his face. And... now a waitress came over. Shit! She was so polite too. Fuck, fuck, fuck. What does he do? He politely took the menu and smiled, but tried not to look at her. "Hehe, uhmmm, thank you." He weakly said. The boy's stomach felt like there was a rock in it, and his heart was going to jump out of his throat and onto the table. When the woman walked away, he exhaled with relief and slouched into the seat. However, what probably didn't help his situation was the nervous, nearly maniacal giggle that escaped his mouth.

"Hehe. Hehehehehehehehehe."

FUCK!

Travis stood up straight almost immediately and decided to stare at the menu. He did have a bit of change in his pocket... he could get a drink. Where the hell did that laugh come from? Was it nervousness? Was it insanity? Did anyone hear him? He took his non-weapon hand and rubbed his face, like he just had a long day at school. He was really starting to feel the pressure of his predicament now. What... the... hell... does... he... do?

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Sam Cross

Sam flashed a pleased smile when Artemis claimed that she was 'smokin' hot'. The way she said it though was as if the compliment was coming from Spock from Star Trek. Still, Sam took it gladly all the same. Then Artemis stated that she was as ready as she would ever be. Sam wished she could say the same. She felt mentally prepared to go in there with her cautious mindset, but what if something did go down in there. Unless they were going to try to hit her with a flamethrower, Sam really didn't have anything impressive to back up any kind of nefarious goings on that might happen to them. Sam hadn't tried and didn't know how to produce flame or anything like that. Still, knowing that Sam had brought with her some pepper spray and a switch knife in her purse. Just in case. So, she supposed she was ready, but not supernatural power fight ready. But, hey! Maybe Sam was just too stuck on the idea that violence would occur. For all she knew this could be a totally calm and peaceful encounter. Still, in a way that would be a shame, some part of her craved a thrill of fighting like one craves riding rollercoasters.

An elderly voice cracked it's way through the intercom and for a moment she wondered whether they had called the wrong person, however after a moment a second voice made itself known. It was a younger voice that asserted that the two of them had been invited. With this the doors worked their way open automatically. Carefully, Sam went through the entrance, her heeled boots making a greater clack as the floor turned from concrete to a shiny, tile floor. The whole area was nicely kept but... plain. There was no real splash of real color anywhere, just this cream color and the dark desk at which sat an older man. Her eyes met with the eyes of the elderly man who then welcomed them to the apartments. Liam crept his voice to direct at the man, stating that more people were to be expected before turning his attention to the two of them welcoming them in turn. In the end, he claimed that this mysterious Matt person was waiting for them.

Oookay. Well, this was all very villain like. They had the old butler desk dude and then a mysterious guy who was in charge at the end of an elevator ride up to his lair. With a thump, the doors shut automatically behind them. Sam couldn't check to see if they were locked or anything, but the sound made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. She clutched her black leather purse closer to her. Artemis seemed to have the situation under control, inquiring about what was going on as if she wasn't even phased by it. She looked at the sense of ease that Artemis had gotten and Sam was suddenly quite upset at herself for appearing such a coward. At that moment her eyes steeled a little bit as she felt much more like herself with the daring confidence she usually held.

Sam strutted her way over to the elevator before getting face to face with this Liam guy. "No, how about this:" she snipped, "you tell us what this meeting is about right now or we don't go up there." She punctuated by jabbing her finger up to the sky. "Oh, and maybe stop acting so snobby and villainy, okay? I mean, do you realize how fucking creepy you're being right now?" She was now satisfied with her blustery, daredevil-like confidence and looked back at the gatekeeper with a challenging look. As if to make her point known, unbeknownst to Sam the temperature of the nearby space rose just a few notable degrees.

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John

'Well that was certainly fast. Almost frighteningly so' John remarked to himself at the sudden appearance of the waitress. "Yes, thank you very much. I'll have a large glass of orange juice, and a sausage and cheese omelet." In truth, he hadn't gotten as much of a look at the menu as he would have liked, but he really didn't want to waste this girl's time. So it would be better to go with something safe that he knew he would like. Since his mother had been in the service industry when she was younger, she made sure he grew up knowing how to treat a server.

'Hold on a minute; haven't I seen her somewhere before?' He wondered to himself 'she looks so familiar...perhaps, she was at the cafe yesterday? Yes, that sounds right...but who was she? The girl who first ran over to that poor man? No, I think she had a different hair color. Well I can only hope that we don't know each other personally, otherwise this might get very awkward.' While his mind was on this train of thought, he made sure not to stare too intently at her. People in her line of work often had to be friendly with all manner of freaks and over all rude people, and John didn't want to be one of them.

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Aelia's protests broke the sleepy spell on Alex, and as he rushed back to reality, he felt his cheeks flush, and then a sharp throb on the back of the head, where Erick whacked him. Looking at him with an incredulous look on his face, Alex spoke, "What'd you do that for!?" He demanded, and Erick just shrugged. Huffing now, Alex nodded absently in agreement that they should probably go see the men. Without another protest or complaint, he went off to his room to get changed and into clothes that were more suited of a meeting compared to the pajama pants and t-shirt he was wearing then.

Erick gazed at Aelia, looking at the tails and the ears and wondering if something similar could happen to him. Would he grow a beak? Perhaps he was in over his head… no. That was not a thought he should allow himself to have. This was a situation that he would simply learn to control, not one where he would allow others to control him. He would go to the meeting at the man's house, and allow himself to listen to whatever the guy had to say, but he wouldn't let it change things. "It's only temporary, I'd wager." Erick said cautiously, looking at her tails. "It can't be permanent, or surely we would have changed as well, right? Maybe you can change back… Just, I don't know. Concentrate on not having the tails and ears, maybe. That's usually how this sort of thing works, right? Just think you don't want it, and it goes away? I don't know. Either way, we'll go there as soon as Alex comes back, alright?" Erick explained, shaking his head as the reality of the situation sunk in.


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Appearance:
Gender:
Female
Age:
17
Grid:
Luminosity
Secret Gift:
Dyana is highly skilled with all types of guns allowing her to perform great feats and benefit in a far ranged combat. Dyana is an excellent bull-eyes aim on her target via bullets. Dyana are also able to operate all variations of guns. She can create guns as well as repair them. Also to have an expert knowledge of guns and handling them. Dyana have excellent intuition on trigger-initiated, hand-held, and hand-directed implements, especially with an extending bore, which thereby resemble the class of weapon in either form or concept.

Dyana can achieve complete and utter accuracy on distant targets, with the activity in her brain center for aim, accuracy and precision is drastically improved. She needs only to aim for an instant before they can precisely hit a target with a projectile. Dyana can judge extremely long distances amazingly accurately, gauging the strength needed to launch a projectile, in order to hit a target accurately. If a target is moving Dyana can calculate the best method to hit the target. Visual obstructions like smoke and vegetation do not hinder Dyana ability to get an accurate bead on Dyana's target, and Dyana's intense focus on whatever she's shooting at allows her to shut out outside distractions. She can compensate for environmental factors that would normally throw off her aim like wind, air resistance, gravity, and radiant heat (which distorts the image of the target).
Weapon of Choice:

A variton of marksmen rifles, the ESG45 is a semi-automatic rifles that shoots both standard military armor piercing rounds as well as another setting for anti-material rail gun capabilities. It also has a removeable scope for close combat and runs on 15 bullets, it's rail gun can fire 4 shots before having to recharge which is the average speed of changing a clip.

574SIDE-M/233 is a standard grade pistol that uses a clip of 12 standard bullets. Semi-Automatic.
Gear:
Beyond the standard gear, she has a camoflauged cloak she uses when on hunting missions or she's posted up somewhere waiting for her target, she has a holster for her gun and carries armor piercing rounds in her small pack, with standard medical supplies as well as a removable red dot sight to switch out with her marksmen scope on her ESG45.
Bio:
Dyana is kind of a mystery to the guards, she was found in luminosity and many knew her as a very brutal person, stuck on protecting her family, her mother was a cripple and her father a drunk, her little brother often tried to keep the house held together. Butbetween being poor and her father spending his wages on alchohal, Dyana took it upon herself to provide for the family of four. When she wasn't at home, she was out fighting for food, but she came across something that changed the playing field. One day she was digging in the trash, when she came across an old rustic looking metal object. What she found out later to be a gun, slowly began to change her. She was more quiet, she listened to sounds she never realized she had heard before, she noticed things that normally she wouldn't. Then when her mother died to an anomalies, she took it upon herself to become a guard. That is when she truly realized just how what her power was, it went beyond being a good marksmen, she could fire with ease almost, like she had been firing guns for decades. To others it just seemed to be a normal gift, but to Dyana she knows what it truly is, a power best kept hidden.
Habits (Optional):
She chews gum a lot to get past her jitters, she also bites on a titanium bullet when posted up or getting ready to go into a battlefield.
Theme Song (Optional):
N/A at the moment
Other:
N/A

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Derric Vs Dyana!

Derric frowned as he heard the announcement of the next fight. Another girl? He didn't have any problems fighting them of course, but he much more preferred punching makes in the face... It gave him a lot less of a feeling of guilt. As he stepped up to the mat he faced his opponents, narrowing his eyes. There was something off about her... He felt as if the room began to spin without any warning, causing him to suddenly stumble back slightly and close his eyes. Holy shit there was a ton of emotion spilling off of this girl... That was a huge problem. Once he had recovered from the sudden assault on his sense, he stepped forwards and nodded at his opponent, already knowing he was at a serious disadvantage.

Dyana silently screamed in happiness from Colt winning his battle, but at the same time dreaded it. She almost couldn't stop herself from thinking about his guy and his whole attitude changing from last night to now. Her mind started to go into a daze until she slapped herself in the face "Focus on the task at hand dumbass...focus..." she heard her name go up on the next bracket and yet another silent cheer out as Colt wasn't her next opponent. Instead the guy that had faced a girl prior was. She still felt her emotions going from between her task at hand and to Colt, but she walked after her opponent who was heading to the mat. She noticed that he seemed to stumble a little but waved it off and shook her hands a little, getting rid of her jitters. Nodding back, her face seemed to go flat and waited for the match to start.

Derric narrowed his eyes as he observed his opponent carefully, attempting to use his gift in order to retain focus. Unfortunately it seemed to be doing the exact opposite, which meant throwing off every single sense he had. His sense of smell, sight, sound... Everything seemed to go haywire until he gave up trying to use the gift entirely. It was only confusing him. "Focus Derric..." He mumbled to himself as he slowly took a step towards her to gauge her reaction .

Dyana moved back slightly, smiling a little "Guys got me shaken already..." she moved to the side of him and started to attempt to circle around him, not so much making an approach but more so trying to get the matvh moving instead of still.

Derric mirrored her movements as he began to circle her as well, pressing his lips into a thin line. He actually had little-to-no experience when it came to hand-to-hand combat, which meant he usually relied on his gift to give him the ability to fight back. Without it he knew he was in a majorly unwanted position right now. Knowing they were on the clock, he quickly stepped forwards and threw the first punch, heading straight for her head.  "Might as well jump into it..."

Dyana was a bit shocked at how fast he was striking, but how open he was. She quickly quickly grabbed his fist and arm, using his weight against him, and pulling him up and over her, slamming him into the ground. Releasing him, she stood over him and fired off a punch towards his face.

Derric felt the wind leave his lungs as he hit the ground with a sizeable thud, however that was fortunately not enough to stop his reaction to her punch. His hand flew to the side in a sweeping motion, knocking her arm to the side so that her blow only barely missed the side of his head before he attempted to shove her off with as much force as he could muster with the little air he had.

She was shoved back and rolled backwards onto the floor and landed on her back, kicking herself up, she started circling him, letting him get up and catch his breath, she wasn't smiling much anymore and yet another thought of Colt popped in her head, making her even angrier.

Derric's face visibly formed an expression of pain as he felt her feelings of anger flow over him once again, once again muddling his sixth sense to cause him to lost concentration. He did his best to recover and take a readying stance as he hopped off of the floor, but he had to admit he was most certainly confused as to what in the world was going on at this point.

Dyana watched him get off the floor, then in complete sense of anger, she ran towards him, sending a fast kick to his right side with all her strength.

Derric barely even moved to block it, feeling the strike his side with enough force to stagger him backwards as he grunted in pain before doing his best to recover, using his already moving momentum to spin and send another kick back at her side.

She saw him stagger, and saw his body move to kick her with his momentum. Ducking under the kick, she got low and moved to sweep his other leg that was keeping him up.

The boy moved his body to take the brunt of the fall on his back, doing his best to roll backwards and stand up quickly. The girl seemed to be entirely focused on anger now... As long as she focused on the one emotion he would be able to use his gift to imitate her ability to fight.

She went back to circling Derric, thinking for a moment, then she ran towards him again, this time sending a jump kick towards his chest, she would never try a move like this, but her anger made her want to get this match over with.

Derric smirked as he stepped forwards, confident he could counter this move... However he made the slight oversight of assuming that she was done with her anger. Unfortunately as he stepped forwards the girls emotions spiked past anything she had before, causing him to essentially stumbled directly into the kick and fall onto his back harder than anything the girl had thrown at him up until this point.

Dyana took the chance, quickly jumping on top of him and putting her knees on his arms. Sending a vicious right punch into Derric's face. Then sent a left hook, effectively knocking the kid out completely. Dyana got off his arms and felt his pulse, making sure he wasn't dead, before sighing and getting up, bowing to Sky and then to Derric before stepping off the mat and going up against the wall.

[Assistant] Holy damn! That girl beat the shit out of him. At least she took his pulse. Alda let out a short whistle and stepped forward, hauling Derric off of the mat so that he'd be safe from the next set of fighters. "Hey sleeping beauty," she murmured with a sharp grin, giving him a couple of gentle slaps to attempt to wake him up. "How's it feel to get your ass beat so hard that your soul leaves your body?" Of course, she was only referring to herself but she assumed that he wouldn't know. "Apparently her name's Dyana, but it's probably closer to Karma, amirite?" she added, looking around in hopes of having her stupid joke acknowledged.

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Derrics head was pounding as he vaguely heard his friend speak, though it was far off and sounded as if it was echoing over and over again. He had enough coherence to hear the las thing she said before he groaned and slowly sat up. "Fuck off." He mumbled weakly, though he gave her pained smile to let her know it was all in jest. "She had an unfair advantage she just didn't know it ..."

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Colt Versus Nya
Colt watched Dyana's fight with interest. He was curious as to what made her so angry, as was Sky. "Alright then… I guess Dyana is moving onto the semifinals," Sky said carefully. Sky then looked back at the bracket. "Alright, Colt and Nya, you're up next." Colt smiled and popped his neck, looking over at Nya, who does not look nervous one bit. He cocked an eyebrow. This was definitely going to be an interesting fight. She looked like one of the more difficult opponents.

They walked out into the center of the floor and Sky began to count down yet again. The two opponents stared each other down. As soon as Sky finished, Colt launched himself at Nya. Nya swiftly side stepped him and shoved him into the wall, doing the same move Citrine did. Colt slammed into the wall and coughed as the wind was knocked out of him. Nya reared back to kick him against the wall, but Colt quickly dropped to the ground and Nya's foot hit the wall. Colt rolled away and jumped back up to his feet.

Colt charged directly at her again and swung a punch at her. She slipped underneath his arm, grabbed it, and yanked it behind his back. He let out a yelp but didn't back down. He slammed a foot into hers and ripped her around, slamming her directly into the ground. She saw stars as she looked back up at him. He tried to slam his fist directly into her face, but she rolled out of the way, rolling directly at his legs. He jumped over to her and that little bit of time managed to allow her to jump back up to her feet. This time, she rushed at him. She surprised him though. She slid to a stop a few feet away from him and slammed a hard blow directly into his jaw.

He felt something pop, but he didn't stop, even as a blaring pain shot up and down his jaw. He didn't want to hit a girl to ruin her pretty face, but Nya had just pissed him off. He slammed the heel of his hand directly into the center of her face, possibly breaking her nose, he didn't know, and tried to roundhouse kick her temple. Still stunned from the blow to her face, but not enough to knock her out, Nya blocked his kick and twisted his leg. He jumped up and kicked her in the temple with his other heel. She fell to the ground, dropping her leg, but almost immediately jumped back up. Colt stared at her, panting. What the hell was this girl? An Anomalous?

She swung another punch at his jaw, but he deflected it. He grabbed her wrist and twisted it back behind her back. He began twisting and he knew immediately that he could break it. Sky knew it as well. "Colt, stop," Sky hissed. Colt didn't stop. He continued to twist and Nya let out a gasp of pain. "Colt, enough! You won, alright?!" Nya whimpered slightly and Colt punched her directly in the temple, shoving her to the ground. She swung another punch at him, hitting him in the cheek this time. His fury overtook him and he nearly leapt on her if Sky hadn't come and knocked him away. Sky pinned Colt to the ground and glared down at him.

"Colt, you need to learn to control your anger," Sky hissed at him. Sky shoved him into the ground and Colt glared up at him. Sky walked over to Nya and helped her to her feet. He took her over to the wall and leaned up against it, glaring at Colt. "Colt wins." He then looked at Colt closely. "But if ANYONE does that again, they will be kicked out of the Guards before you can even say sorry." Sky gritted his teeth and walked back forward.

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Dyana watched Colt fight viciously and then watched as the fight quickly went south, moving forward she pulled Colt back from Sky and the mat and stood next to him, checking his face. "Hey this could start becoming a new trend with you, your daily plant you on your ass day by an instructor, though next time, no matter the rage, mind if you stop? If not for my sake, then whoever is out there waiting to hear from you" she moved her hand over his face.

Touching it gently she didn't want to hurt him "can you move it? I saw that punch she dished out" she looked at him and half thought about their exchange earlier. Looking at her hands, she stopped and lowered her gaze "I'm sorry, I have no right to touch you..." She started to move away, in an attempt to stop him from getting more pissed off.


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Gender: Male

Appearance: A tall, strong, hobgoblin. Has pitch black eyes, and stone gray skin. Visibly restless when unoccupied.

Personality: Very intuitive/Curious; Likes to learn how things work, has a passion for creating things, CANNOT STAND BEING IDLE. Will toy, tinker, and experiment to learn all he can about any given object. Also very adventurous; likes to explore. Typically compassionate and friendly; despises pointless cruelty.

Past Life History: Was once a very skilled engineer, his innate need for knowledge fueling his endless innovation. Met his untimely demise when the energy output of his new engine design was too much for the materials it was made of during a test; the resulting explosion leveled a 3-block radius.

Skill: Master Engineer: Can design/build/create items/machines/contraptions twice as fast, with less materials, and have them be much more durable than they would normally be.

Other : I'M A MIGHTY GOBLIN
EXP: 0

Inventory: Wolfblade, Needle, thin rope, bark disguise helm

Acquired Skills:* Defensive strike: this goblin has learned that the best offence is a good defence. This goblin is able to take a defensive posture and still make a powerful strike either in the hopes of killing said opponent or to run away easier
* Military Strategy- Centurian position: The goblins have unknowingly used a formation of perfect defense and defensive strikes. This position when used in a funnel or with a group can wreak devastation to the enemy forces
* Gravekeepers spirit: All goblins are able to feel the strength of those that have long since passed. When near a dead body or a skeleton the goblins are able to draw strength without the requirement of being necromancers. Even carrying a skull as an adornment allows the goblins to be stronger, faster, lighter as they draw strength. However, drawing all the strength of a certain dead body or their parts will cause it to disintegrate into dust.
* Knowledge of the 3: Knowing the names of the god and goddesses of the world they live in they can now properly worship them. Ramos god of light and the sun, Duvelna goddess of death and the night, Shirila the goddess of the earth and nature.
* Pack Leader: With the blood of an alpha on the goblins hands, he has proven he could fight in a pack. Now if a pack of wolves appears without an alpha he can assert his dominance and take over. However, this has a high chance of failing as well, can be upgraded until all wolves fall under the goblins control
* Stoneskin: stone skin is an active ability that can be triggered to increase defense dramatically making ones very skin harder to cut or penetrate. Can be upgraded to steel skin for increased protection
* Unique ability: Gained great strength and higher resistance to melee attacks. If parried correctly the steel arm could break weaker weapons with ease
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Titles:

Blessings: Son of the forge father,

Curses:

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Goblin Gredy: In Argo's cave

A sigh escaped Gredy as he reached up to rub the back of his neck, taking a moment to collect himself before telling his brief tale. "Well to start with, my name is Gredy." he began, seemingly more confident with himself now that it was clear that he wasn't going to be killed on sight or any other horrible things happen... at least not in the foreseeable future. "I had joined a hunting party being led by our tribe's self named 'tracking expert' Zog to hunt down what he claimed was a fox of some kind."

An annoyed look quickly appeared on his face as anger slowly leaked into his voice. "Zog was an idiot. The 'fox' he was having us track-" his fingers had been brought up to make quotation marks "- turned out to be a wolf. Which is not only bigger and more dangerous than a fox would have been, but he lead us right into its home... and introduced us to the rest of the family. In the mad dash to outrun Zog, I ended up scaling a tall tree after I got separated from everyone else in the bushes... and by the time it was safe to come back down, I had no idea where I was or how to get back to where my tribe lived..."

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Hobgoblin Luz

Luz could help but look a bit uncomfortable for a second as she held her arm for a second, however, she didn't want to show her leader any weakness so she tried to look at him and give him a smile. "Well...that seems...rough to be honest but if it's your goal when i stand by you." She told him calmly folding her arm in front of her. When Gird warned her about the danger of being monster of such growth and Divine blessing Luz simply nodded to him. "Well, in that case, i feel sorry for whatever fool try to paint a target on us. I'll come with you." She told him planning on following her word.

As Luz followed Gird took it upon himself to test his new body, and from the look of things, Gird was telling the truth for as he ran forward Luz tried to follow suit only to fall behind him. For some reason, she felt that Gird shouldn't be able to move like that his state and yet...Evolution sure is a mysteries thing. As Gird came back Luz made both of her hands into fists and took the stance boxer. "Let test those new abilities of yours." She told him before running forward towards him and begin throwing punches at Gird targetting his face, cheeks, and chest; unfortunately, forgetting to hold back as she attacked him.

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Ghoul Gird  Adventure! > Just some harmless training /// Day 6 // Morning

Luz seemed to be distant for a moment, she seemed like she didn't quite understand what had happened to him or how it made him better. Her worry was apparent even if she tried to hide it. "I will not make you follow this path I have chosen. However, do not misunderstand my reasoning for this. I'm doing this for you, I'm doing this for them." Glancing off toward the stone church and then back to her, "I'm doing what I can to be stronger, to be better, to be more powerful. All of this, all of my choices and motives are all focused on protecting all of us from whatever may stand against us. That is something that I can promise you."

He didn't have much more time to do anything before the female put her fists up in a ready position, saying something about testing his new skills. She lunged at him swinging wildly at him. Honestly it briefly caught him off guard. His new skill [Deathly Movements] kept him protected. Somehow he knew or felt her movements and where they were coming from, this in turn allowed him to dodge some of the attacks she threw at him while most seemed to graze him. Only a few hit their mark.

Activating [Stone Skin] the ghoul attempted to hold his ground. Using what he knew about blocking with his unarmed fighting with the combination of [Stone Skin] and [Deathly Movements] to try and see if he couldn't improve his skills while she could do the same. A brief training session was always a good way to start off a morning hunt.

EXP: 0

Inventory: Purple Book

Clothing: Alpha rabbit loin cloth, Medium bone and spider silk armor, Old Goblin Healer Skull named Gobta,

Weapons: Sharp Bite, Claws,

Acquired Skills: Beast Tamer, Sharp Bite, Knowledge of the 3, Unarmed Combat: beginner, Rookie camouflage, bloody strike, Grave keepers Spirit, Silk Spinning, Stone Skin, Deathly movements, Dead whispers,

Titles:

Blessings: Blessings of the dead, Devils luck,

Current Injuries:

Curses:

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Argos listened to the new goblins tale which he now knows is named greedy. It sounded like whoever he was following was a moron. He then sighed and said "well unless they were smart which I'm honestly doubting then they are probably dead by now. Wolves are no easy prey and they become practically unstoppable to us gonlins in a pack. I'm not trying to be mean I'm just preparing you for the worst. Though if you going to stay then you are going to pull your own weight" he said simply. It wouldn't be so bad for him to have a partner at least for when the trolls end up getting them whatever food they ask for. Hunting alone was a pain and way to dangerous alone and he could acknowledge that much.

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The goblins were duking it out together as they sparred gird could feel his mind altering as he moved with more precision. He would soon found out that he had combined his stone skin with his deathly movements and was able to create a new fighting stance. He had just create Stone Wind Stance this stance allowed him to move with fluid motions while still having a strong defence to handle any blows that tried to hit him. He would now be tougher to beat in an unarmed fight.

"you as well little hob" he responded to the goblin saying that may the goddess protect him. He then went back to his spot and got cozy as the animals came around him once more once the goblin had left. As the hobgoblin ran off to find food he would soon hear the familiar growling of a wolf nearby. It turned out that a single wolf had gone hutning and had killed a horned rabbit. It was currently busy eating said rabbit and didn't notice the hobgoblin nearby...

The goblin would soon see the rabbit looking up as if sensing something but if the gonlins stayed still then it simply went back to getting more berries. Clearly he had to keep his bloodlust in check or the rabbit would make a run for it. The goblin would soon notice that their weren't any trees nearby for him to climb so he would have to take his chance on a ground attack and hope for the best. The rabbit kept eating berries and kept working on getting some for it's den.

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Ogre Ren  The Beginnings Of a Forge/// Morning >> Noon // Day 6

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Carefully removing the book from the shelf, he tucked it into the 'belt' of his new garb; where it fit snugly. Standing with a grunt, Ren stretched himself as he beckoned his wolf to follow, it was time he get to work on creating his workshop. Nodding to the Goblin Elder as he picked up his massive sword, the Ogre headed back to the Shrine of Gatoven. Without so much as a word he went to work, finding a large rock, nearly as big as Ren himself. It would do perfectly as a smelter. Activating [Stoneskin], he proceeded to hollow out the inside of the rock with his fists, taking great care not to break the large stone in the process. After hollowing out a little under three quarters of the massive rock, Ren carefully lifted it, flipping it over to the other side; repeating the process, but leaving about a half inch of stone separating the two chambers. Taking a smaller rock, Ren created himself a crude chisel, in turn using that chisel to create a channel leading out from the upper chamber, to allow smelted metal to flow into casts. Next, he carefully chiseled out a small exhaust port for the lower chamber of the smelter, allowing smoke to be vented without losing too much heat. After careful inspection of his handiwork, Ren decided he was satisfied with his design, carefully lifting off the ground, and bringing it to his camp at the shrine, and placing a stone slab beneath it, as to not allow the fire to catch the rest of his future workshop. Now that he'd made a smelter, all he needed was the forge itself. Using the same technique he'd created the smelter with, Ren broke down many sizable rocks into stone bricks.

Though it was a time consuming task, Ren finally completed his forge. Yet, even with his great success-- he could tell something was missing. Something important. It was the item he had witnessed the forgefather do all the hitting of the metal on; the very centerpiece of his workshop! He needed to make one! But the only metal Ren could use to create the final piece was that of the shrine itself! However the Ogre was understandably hesitant to do this. After countless minutes of consideration, Ren knew what he needed to do, he would use the shrine to make the special piece, and that would be the new shrine. But first, he would need to find a flame worthy of shaping such a monument to the god of steel. Kneeling before his wolf, scraping a bit of steel from the shrine; just enough to spread like a powder, Ren adorned his Wolf's forehead with the crude image of Gatoven's hammer, finally giving his companion a name, "I dub thee Ferrus, and baptize ye in the name of the forgefather, may his grace bless you as it has myself."

Rising once more, Ren took Ferrus out to hunt, in search of the finest flame. The Ogre wouldn't dare ask his god for guidance until after this new monument was complete, so he'd need to find what he needed on his own.

EXP: 0

Inventory: Wolfblade, Needle, thin rope, bark disguise helm, Alpha hood, Wolf pelt loincloth

Acquired Skills:* Defensive strike: this goblin has learned that the best offence is a good defence. This goblin is able to take a defensive posture and still make a powerful strike either in the hopes of killing said opponent or to run away easier
* Military Strategy- Centurian position: The goblins have unknowingly used a formation of perfect defense and defensive strikes. This position when used in a funnel or with a group can wreak devastation to the enemy forces
* Gravekeepers spirit: All goblins are able to feel the strength of those that have long since passed. When near a dead body or a skeleton the goblins are able to draw strength without the requirement of being necromancers. Even carrying a skull as an adornment allows the goblins to be stronger, faster, lighter as they draw strength. However, drawing all the strength of a certain dead body or their parts will cause it to disintegrate into dust.
* Knowledge of the 3: Knowing the names of the god and goddesses of the world they live in they can now properly worship them. Ramos god of light and the sun, Duvelna goddess of death and the night, Shirila the goddess of the earth and nature.
* Pack Leader: With the blood of an alpha on the goblins hands, he has proven he could fight in a pack. Now if a pack of wolves appears without an alpha he can assert his dominance and take over. However, this has a high chance of failing as well, can be upgraded until all wolves fall under the goblins control
* Stoneskin: stone skin is an active ability that can be triggered to increase defense dramatically making ones very skin harder to cut or penetrate. Can be upgraded to steel skin for increased protection
* Unique ability: Gained great strength and higher resistance to melee attacks. If parried correctly the steel arm could break weaker weapons with ease
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Titles:

Blessings: Son of the forge father,

Curses:


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Name Meaning - Frozen Rain

Species - Human

Gender - Female

Birthdate - March 4th, 1822

Age - 193 years

Nationality - Japanese

Height - 5'5''

Weight - 116 lbs

Dexterity - Left-handed

Occupation - Drifter

Accouterment - Katana

Weapon Name - Juudai-na-Shi; Fateful Death

Training - None

History

Hisame enjoyed a rather pleasant upbringing with her brother and parents; her father a respected samurai and her mother a simple woman who practiced the arts of cooking, sewing, floral decoration and music. While close to her brother, most of his time was spent learning swordsmanship behest their father. Although she had a fascination with the sword, insomuch to privately mimic the motions she saw while her brother practiced, the interest was always fleeting. After being scolded by her father, she gave it up completely. Instead she practiced the skills gleaned from her mother.

She became renown in her village and the surrounding towns for her beautiful floral arrangements and skill with the koto and flute, even asked to join a traveling company as a musician; her heart remained at home, and she remained there as a respected and helpful member of the village. Her attention remained fixed to her family and their honor, as well as refinement of creative skills.

This changed when her brother died of illness; in his angered agony over loss of his only heir, Hisame's father turned to drinking as an outlet, shutting out his family from his thoughts and feelings. One night, amid heavy drinking, an altercation with a stranger resulted in a duel; the duel resulted in his death. Hisame's uncle was left to fill the void in her life, but their father's shame remained a stain upon their names in the behind-the-back talk of locals.

The next turn happened when she met a man while selling flowers. A kind, affectionate and gentle soul, the two become close; the next spring, he asked her to marry and she instantly accepted. But the newlyweds met ill fortune when their village is ransacked by marauders. Hisame's uncle and husband are killed before her eyes, along with most of the other men and all the woman that resisted.

As for Hisame and her mother, they are passed along the bandits for several days, raped as deemed fit. In time, she learns of her mother's murder, and with it, whatever hope to the nightmare's end perished as well.

At nightfall, she woos the guard off of one of the bandits, stealing his wakizashi and slitting his throat before making an escape. Hisame ventures to the surrounding woods; famished, exhausted and dehydrated, her strength gives out. Weeping, she laments to heaven, cursing her father for being a fool that could not protect his family. Desire to live gone, she placed the blade to her throat and resolved to slash it open.

It's then that a whisper enters her ears, seemingly from nowhere. It asks her questions of her feelings and desires; her only answers involved vengeance. So they offered power to take revenge at the cost of her life; having already chosen death, she acquiesces. Her gift is a sterling katana branded the Fateful Death. She's informed that she need but focus her soul into the sword and it will do the rest.

So she ventures back to the village, far from fearful while she does as suggested and creates a midnight nightmare of made real. The fools that throw throw themselves at her find her seemingly unaffected, even aroused by the gashes and blood their edges spill from her generous flesh. Them that chase candelight in search of sanctuary find it breathed out and the darkness of a blackened moon their ally, and those that run are stalked through the streets, corridors and bedrooms until everyone in the village, even the victims pf the raid, are massacred.

Her pain recompensed, she stands in the square of the village to behold what she had both wittingly and unwillingly wrought: an ocean of blood, brutalized bodies and child death. Hisame returns steel to her throat and slices it open; laying silent as she bled to death, she is left astonished at how long it took. Then the laughter of the whisperer enters her mind to remind her of her vow: her life was theirs and the death she sought would not come as simply as she desired. Instead, they told her of the many evil people who were doing the same thing as what happened to her family and loved ones, and that she was fully capable of destroying them.

Therefore she ventured in search of wicked people worthy of her steel by day; unbeknownst to her, by night her body wanders in control of her devilish counterpart, murdering whoever unfortunate enough to cross paths.

Eventually aware of the devil that puppets her at its whim, she now she seeks death most of all, that she may be free of her vexation and reunite with her family at last.

Abilities

Death's Chosen (Passive) - Hisame's body is blessed by a spirit of death. She has eternal youth and thus cannot age or die from passing years; injuries she suffers that do not utterly destroy her body will heal if given enough time and she is impervious to death via blood loss, however, she will still suffer mild effects of blood loss such as light-headedness and fatigue to the point of unconsciousness.

Bloodthirsting Blade (Passive) - Hisame's sword, the Fateful Death, thirsts for human blood and must drink periodically; failure to do so will result in crippling seizures and other agonies; if the sword cuts the flesh of another, the wound will become infected. This infection increases blood flow and causes platelet death, resulting in increased and more severe bleeding, as well as inability for the wound to close via scabbing.

The Promised Comforter - Hisame is able to protect herself from incoming damage via spirit energy; the energy manifests as a matrix of condensed particles which mimic the consistency of hard metal and can take any form she desires. How much damage is absorbed or mitigated is relative to the strength of the attack and how much time she is given to muster a defense; in the event of attacks being too powerful, the matrix will crack and eventually shatter, making the ability unusable for an extended period of time (10 of Hisame's posts following the shatter).

The Unholy Communion - Fateful Death's swallowed blood may be used to fashion sanguine miracles; their form is as concrete as Hisame's imagination at the time of creation. As time goes on, assuming a steady stream of blood is provided, the miracles may grow in size, strength and complexity.

The Resurrection of the Dead - Hisame is able to summon corpses from the earth and reanimate already dead bodies to do her will. They are treated as mindless minions which, while easily destroyed, tend to swarm in the thousands at once.

The Revelation - At whim of her death spirit, Hisame becomes possessed; In this state, she is capable of affecting the area around her, to the extend of warping the perception of reality in creations of complex visual and auditory hallucinations that may well appear real to those experiencing it; she can blow out candles, burst light bulbs, blacken the sun and moon, as well as exude gaseous darkness; she can modulate and project her voice to any pitch desired, from a deeply male tone to a banshee's screech; she is also capable of bending the light around her body to turn herself invisible to natural senses, creating ghostly forms, and can utilize telekinesis.

Her spiritual energy takes on a dangerous aspect which interacts with other living flesh destructively: breathing in her aura will cause swelling of the throat; eye contact results in blurred vision to the point of blindness; a touch of her hand brings muscle and tissue death to the area of contact, and direct exposure to her spirit energy results in a rotting of flesh. This quality extends to any sort of spirit-based attack she uses such as an energy slash as well, passively affects the Fateful Death's cuts, and is contained in her very breath when she exhales.

This is the expected form to be fighting from the start should the battle take place at night.

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Like a child which waits for Christmas morning Hisame bears the time 'til a fool makes their move; would she take another crack with a new laughable lance of lightning or step up her game to something more vicious? Contrary to the woman's lack of wisdom the bloody beauty can only presume the latter and such a force may only descend from above. It's only when those warning signs -- a tingling sensation across the flesh and statically charged locks of lifting hair -- that it's understood for what they've become a mark.

She smirks and lets her guard descend; the leaves flit and flutter around her while the sky strikes her down in a white flash and terrific crash of thunder. Like a hammer it claps atop her head and sets fire to the hair; the jolt of myriad volts and heat courses through her body and melts flesh. The stench of charred meat and ozone fills the moist air as the blinding shine fades to reveal Hisame still standing confidently; her bald and singed crown already mending skin from the top down and sewing new strings of silken hair made wet in the rain. Lips peel into a devilish grin and she seizes her moment of counterattack amid reformation of protection.

Her left arm lifts the Fateful Death vertically and its gleam disperses with a glassy jingle. From it is exhaled a putrid inky mist which spreads like a flame feasting on open air; in moments the mass has expanded a hundred feet in all directions and its touch brings doom to the living. Grass becomes brown and the trees shrivel into fragile twigs before crumbling from their own weight; like wheat mowed down the forest falls around her and should the gaseous cloud contact the missing maiden a slew of awful effects will befall her: intense burning of the eyes to give way to blindness; a locked throat which refuses to breathe in more but is already infected with cysts; flesh rotting like meat spoiled in the summer sun.

Let them run; let them hide... the darkness comes and no tree will remain sanctuary.

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If Hisame had assumed that the lightning strike was all Procella could muster, she would now be proven sorely wrong. The spirit had struck the woman with a smaller bolt before, and had attacked in several other ways as well, none of which had caused any lasting injury. More and more would be required. And so, while charging her great bolt from above, Procella had also been preparing in other ways.

Hacking into the nearby trees with her knife had not been a mere symptom of madness, but also a part of her attack. With the storm now raging, her body was far stronger than any mundane woodsman, and her cuts rent deep into the aging wood, undermining the integrity of the plants almost to the point of collapse.

And when the lightning did strike, that was her cue. Swinging around and lashing out with one leg, she kicked the nearest tree with all her terrible strength, snapping what little remained of its trunk and sending it toppling towards Hisame. As soon as this was done, she flung out one arm, sending a crackling bolt into one tree while moving to kick another down, both to follow the first in their sudden fall. Even if Hisame had recovered enough to move with the speed necessary to try and avoid the first trunk, its branches would likely pin her while the second and third came down to crush her.

The mist might come regardless, for Hisame was powerful indeed, but she had badly miscalculated in her attack. They were in the midst of a storm at this moment, and no paltry gale at that! As soon as the mist appeared, it would be blown away, dispersed by the raging winds, shattered before it could spread or thicken enough to do much harm. Perhaps it was not ordinary mist, perhaps it had a spiritual component. But then, this was no ordinary storm either, a tempest of a similarly unnatural nature.

Of course, Hisame had been crushed by trees before, and it was doubtful that this would be enough to put her down for good. But Procella had thought forward one step further still. Before leaving the heights of the forest, she had stabbed her knife in the bark where she sat in the branches. When she had knocked down these trees, it had fallen with them.

And now, she had but to strike out from it at her enemy, time and time again. The power she could muster for these bolts would be nothing like that of the lightning from before, but it would still be hardly insignificant. If Hisame tried to escape, she would find herself struck from an unexpected angle, her limbs forced to spasm as sparks lanced out time and time again. While her opponent was pinned, the storm spirit could strike thus time and time again, until only dust remained of the cursed swordswoman.

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The hammered nail of lightning is but a precursor; mark of more meant to maim the maiden whose melted flesh sizzles in the rain to the stench of burnt hair. Trees then topple with splintering snaps and their rustling branches entwine together to weave a crushing trap should nothing intervene. However even the perpetual percussion of the storm can't veil the overwhelming cry of cracking wood during downfall. It's those sounds which warn Hisame of impending intrusion and rouse renewal of their aegis.

The falling timber collides with a thud but a slight lean suggests they've hit something above ground; following is the fervent flicker of freshly flung bolts which clap against the barrier futilely. From there Hisame's skin ripples in restoration and charred tresses become silken once more. Although without lasting damage she remains confined to position; a caged lioness of snarling teeth growling in displeasure.

Happily striking is the maddened maiden whom prays persistence will prove profitable and what may be mistaken for a moan of agony escapes the thicket of branches. Its volume is low at first but immediately increases to rival the boom of thunder rumbling in tandem. Like speakers turned to the max it makes the earth to shiver and flesh to feel the sound emanating from Hisame's throat.

Suddenly the pitch reverses into an awful screech so piercingly loud that any eardrums nearby burst and bleed; mind-numbing pain attacks the brain and prevents any focus to form. Only the solitaire shrill seems to exist for the forty seconds Hisame takes to formulate her riposte. The nearly eternal minute of misery ends with a release of telekinetic force in all directions. Like a nuclear shockwave it blasts everything to bits as wet ground peels and trees blow apart to send splinters spinning; five hundred feet of land is leveled in a blink.

In the aftermath she stands with quickened breath and a mask of weariness upon her face. She exhales foggy puffs from her open mouth until a deep inhale catches breath. From there she may behold the destruction of the rain-soaked woods whose trees are strewn in muddy chunks of trunks, branches and leaves. If that pesky woman had survived and remained conscious they'd see a level playground had been formed. Now only their laughable lightning fantasizes of felling this durable dame.