[System]
Character Sheets
Age: 18

Appearance:

Secret Wish: Liam wants deep down to find that special girl that will truly love and accept him.

Background: When he was younger, Liam was just another average kid. He had two parents that loved him, lived in a nice condo, and had some friends. He was happy. But that all changed following the accident back when he was 14, where he lost both his parents and found himself alone. Luckily for him, his parents had sizable money saved up in investments and had life insurance policies on themselves. As such, the bills and condo have been paid over these years from those funds.

Even so, the loss of his family took a toll on him, shutting himself off from the world and others for some time. Most days after school was him going back home and locking himself in, where he would throw himself into either playing video games or read manga. He has come to terms (mostly) about his parents death in recent years, but his past having chained him down for so long has him stuck in a rut of trying to get back into society and connecting with others.

Monster Fighting Abilities:
-Enchanted Chains: Seemingly coming from around his forearms, Liam can send out chains that he can manipulate to attack or hinder foes. He can manipulate them up to a range of 20 meters.

-Transforming Chain Ball: At the end of the chains, there's usually a round, steel weighted ball, used for easily wrapping the chain around or for bludgeoning opponents. Liam, however, can have the ball change shape to fit his needs (I.E. sharp spear tip for piercing, grapple claw for climbing, etc.).

-Sapper: When Liam successfully wraps his chain(s) around an opponent, he can sap the strength/energy from the entrapped foe(s), and in turn weaken them. On top of that, he can even recover some of it back to himself if he retains a hold on the chain in the process.

[User]
Aria Phoenis

The screaming was the calling card. It was the sound of terror reigning as people were confronted by a thing they did not know, would not comprehend, and could not fight. It preceded the thunderous footsteps of all of them scrambling to get away. And, Aria knew as the noise reached her ears, it meant another monster had appeared. A heavy weight fell into her stomach as she instinctively recounted the previous instances; the first monster had nearly killed her before being driven away. The second had exhausted her entirely in its vanquishing. And now, the third was nearly at her doorstep, and there was but one being who knew what it would take before passing; and it certainly wasn't in the practice of talking.

"I could run," she thought to herself, "I'm far enough away that I could just get away from the broadcast range, forget this all ever happened." It would be easy, and nobody would blame her. And yet, something stopped her from doing that. Maybe it was her sense of responsibility, the knowing that she had the capacity and therefor the duty to fight these things. Maybe it was her inability to ignore those in trouble. Or, perhaps, it was simply that her transformation took the form of Marigold's drawings of her in a cruel twist that dripped irony as a snake's fang would venom. In spite of her hardships while donning it, it felt reassuring, peaceful even at times, just to wear that ridiculous outfit.

By the time she was conscious of her choice, her feet had already started moving.

It wasn't long before the Razorback noticed the paralyzed girl staring at it, and with easy prey on the mind it started rumbling toward her. As its great arms rose to come crashing down on top of her however, a spherical swirling flame erupted into being around Emily, burning and singing the rocks on the monster's forearms as they met with what felt like a physical wall. The flames dispersed as it pulled its hands away, leaving Emily unharmed. Before the Razorback regained its composure, a blur of scarlet red slammed into it from the side and sent it stumbling like a drunkard for a moment.

"Don't just stand there, get away from here!" Aria cried out to the girl as she stood in her costume, sword blazing and in both hands, "NOW!"

Turning her focus back to the recovering creature, one of the valves at the back of her sword sparked into a small jet of fire as her armor began to glow a brighter shade of red, pulling the Razorback's sight towards it- and more importantly, away from everyone else. She darted forward, just close enough to lash at the creature with her burning saber, then leaped backwards and began to strafe around toward an area less populated. The creature followed, chasing after her and swatting with its claws. Aria threw her sword before each swing, blunting the impact and protecting herself from the sharpened clutches, until the beast again attempted a brutal overhead strike with both hands. Aria once again called her protective fires, this time around herself as she raised her sword and supported it with both hands. The fierce attack broke through the shield and met the sword, driving her heels into the dirt as she pushed back with all the strength she could muster...!

[Assistant]
Nori Hirai

In a calm pace, Nori walked through the park with no particular goal in mind. Even though he did ask himself a few times what made him go to the park on that particular day, he didn't have a certain answer other than that it simply seemed to be like a good idea. Despite that, he couldn't help but to be glad that he did so. A cold, gentle breeze caressed his face as the day became evening, the background noises of people talking, having picnics and relaxing, the beautiful colors in the sky, which were just as wonderful as always only made the atmosphere more to Nori's liking. Unlike most days though, a strange sight drew Nori's attention. Even though It's presence was faint, there was a strange light, floating above, illuminating the park below together with the evening lights, creating quite a beautiful scene.

"It is a shame I didn't bring a brush and paint... This is quite a rare sight..." Nori said to himself, with a placid smile on his face as he looked, absentmindedly, to the evening sky and the beautiful yet strange light that floated above the park.

Nori knew that inspiration, whether it came from one's own head and imagination or a particularly interesting or beautiful scene was elusive and thus, it was useless for him to go fetch something for him to paint on, instead he was satisfied with just appreciating the sight before him. Going towards a vending machine, he bought a can of green tea before sitting down on the grass and slowly sipping it as he appreciated the evening.

Unfortunately, his plans were soon ruined as the ground below a group who was playing fresbee suddenly erupted in quite a commotion. A huge, spiked beast, with dangerous looking tusks and sharp teeth appeared. While it's appearance was exactly one someone would expect to see from a horror movie, the tremor on the ground the second the beast slammed his hands on a bystander's legs was enough to tell anyone that it was very real...

Having already experienced a similar situation before, Nori was calm as he sighed, disappointed that his relaxing evening was ruined. Even though he wasn't that nearby the creature and could probably simply walk away, an innocent bystander was already killed by the raging beast and a young girl, who appeared to be paralyzed by fear was soon going to be the next victim.

Luckily enough, before Nori could do anything, a red haired woman in a strange costume and wielding a two handed fire sword saved the girl, using a huge sphere of flames to make the creature flinch and then throwing it back. As the Fude brush appeared in his hand, he walked forward, towards the place where the red haired girl and the creature were exchanging blows. The very moment the girl blocked the creature's attack and began overpowering it, pushing it backwards, Nori saw an opening for him to do something.

Nori did want to use his 'Demonic Ink' to try to cut the creature, but he didn't know if it would be enough to cut or make a dent on the creature's carapace. Giving a quick glance at the creature's body, he noticed that his abdomen seemed to be the place where his armor was the weakest. If he was able to find an opening, his demonic ink could probably open a sizeable wound on the creature. Unfortunately, the creature was too focused on the armored girl and he didn't knew if he would be able to hit only the creature seeing how the girl and the monster were changing blows and moving around. It was then that Nori had an idea...

With light, quick and agile movements, Nori ran closer where the battle was happening. His movements, despite the speed, were almost as if he was calmly gliding through the grass. The second he got in a medium distance, he spun his Fude brush besides him, before drawing a long streak of black ink in the ground, stopping just behind the creature and making it's feet sink inside the line he drew. That specific ink was named by Nori as Suzuri no tamashii due to how it behaved. Thanks to the armored girl being blocking and pushing pushing the creature back, that line would hopefully be enough to make it lose it's footing, giving both of them some time to think and the other bystanders, time to run.

The moment the creature's feet sank into Nori's ink, he turned towards the armored girl, calling to her with a calm voice.

"Please, don't move!" he said, loud enough for the girl to hear as he moved it's brush with arcing, fast movements, almost as a samurai would move it's naginata.

From his brush, two streaks of red blood ink came out. Flying through the air almost as if they were cutting it, the streaks of ink went straight towards the creature's abdomen. The line he made behind the creature before and the armored girl temporarily pushing against the creature with her blade would provide Nori enough of an opening to send those attacks to it, without hitting the girl.

[User]
Gushiken Torami had been walking around the city for quite some time, as part of her usual evening stroll. She'd been keeping an eye out for anything strange this whole time, but ever since that one anomaly where one of the monsters had been attacking the local mall and tore it asunder, everything had just been... normal. Too normal, even. It was enough for Torami to doubt what she saw was real.

Torami sat down on park bench where she remembered her father finding her on. A group of four girls were the first ones Torami had her eyes on. They certainly chose an odd time to have a picnic, but that wasn't something she'd personally consider interesting enough to keep watching. She did pay enough attention to notice they were all looking in one general direction, and shifted her attention accordingly. That plastic disc-like object that some young men were throwing around as part of a game struck a peculiar chord of fascination. Torami found herself entranced, as though she could watch the game for hours.

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Then all of a sudden, it happened. A monster had burst out of the ground under one of the players' feet. Everyone had scampered in all directions as would be expected, and that was enough to keep casualties to a minimum at the very least since the monster could only target one person at a time. However, one of the original four girls that Torami was watching had been completely paralyzed in fear from the sight of the attacking monster, and the picnic basket and that "disc" still lied on the ground where the monster could easily trample on them, intentionally or otherwise. Without a second's hesitation, Torami raced to grab both of those things, and immediately caught up to the girl whose friends had inadvertently left her behind.

"Excuse me!" Torami called out, carrying the disc-like object on top of the closed basket, "Are any of these items yours?"

While Torami's clothes had transformed in preparation to combat the monster, she had yet to realize that that was what she was meant to do.

[Assistant]
As Liam was coming close to conquering the boss upon his screen, the calming atmosphere was broken as a mass of people screaming could be heard coming from deeper in the park. Looking up, he can see some of them running his direction, fear quite evident upon their faces as they approach. But what really got his attention from them was what they were yelling about. All of them making mention of a beast. A monster.

And they were coming from where that light still rested in the sky.

Quickly returning his handheld to its case and placing it back into his bag, Liam with little thought began to run against the tide of frightened citizens made haste towards the light and whatever this "monster" is. It wasn't long before he came across the field below the light. And it only took a moment more to see that the screams of a monster were indeed not an exaggeration. There was an honest to god massive beast was here! In reality!

His eyes then caught motion going on around the large beast. Not only was there the monster, he realized there was, in fact, people already fighting it too! From what he could see, it appeared as two girls and a guy had already engaged it. And not just that. It looked like they were actually putting up a fight with strange powers of their own, if the fire and weird streaks being used by the people were any indication.

As the fight continued in front of him, Liam's mind raced. He should, by all accounts, be fleeing away from such a terror. No one could fault him on it. But Liam could feel it at his very core. He could fight this thing. He HAD to help fight it. Liam grimaced as he looked at his hands. How the hell is he supposed to fight lik-

Rattle, Rattle.

The sound of metallic chains sounded in his ears. He glanced around at the strange sound, only to realize it had come from in front of him. From his very arms no less, as two chains began to unfurl out of them. Strangely, Liam found he wasn't bothered by their sudden appearance. They felt like… they were part of him. He couldn't explain it. Not that he had the time to, What with the fight going on before him.

Instinctively, the chains that came hovering out of his arms and seemed to align with his eyes on the monster. He also took note that at the ends of both chains sat a considerable sized metal ball. He had no doubt it had weight to them either. If they could fall upon the beast perhaps…

It was then the chains, upon this very thought, shot into the sky up over the beast. As they reached what he felt was the right spot, his arms grabbed at the new seemingly magical chains and reacted by immediately motioning his arms with them into a slamming motion. And they responded as he had envisioned, as the two weighted masses slammed into the beast's back.

Liam couldn't help but grin to himself at this as adrenaline began to run in his veins. He really could fight like this! And as the chains retracted rapidly back to him, he was ready to take a stand against the beast with those others and protect the civilians still fleeing.

Is this what it's like to feel like a hero, I wonder?


[System]
"But I mean if you want to, I guess!"

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Nickname:
CJ is the nickname his friends gave him and it stuck.

Date of Birth:
September 21, 1993

Age:
23

Gender:
Male

Sexuality:
Bisexual

Relationship Status:
Complicated

Sexually Active:
Yes

Occupation:
Crisis Management Secretary by Day, Adult Film Star by Night

Hometown:
Atlanta, Georgia

Ethnicity:
Mixed - Puerto Rican/African-American

In Depth Appearance:
Cj takes very good care of his appearance. His hair is often times well manicured, and his eyebrows are always arched in a masculine way. He is always seen wearing a different colored tank top with a pair of jeans or sweatpants. He loves wearing sneakers and has a vast collection of them. His skin is a beautiful caramel tone, and his teeth always pass the white tissue test. He has curly hair that he has dyed a light blonde on the tips. He will wear a hat every now and then and tends to change his hair color once a month or once every two months. His body is well toned from exercise. It's more of a swimmer's build. He doesn't have a lot of hair on his body, but will grow out his facial hair which adds to his attractiveness. He's in no way perfect, he has scars from the bashing on his back where the kicks landed, and there is a very feint scar on his chin. He has a tattoo of a heart with wings and the name of his grandfather Matthew scribed in cursive within the heart on his right shoulder blade. He also has a koi fish on the inner part of his thigh extremely close to his groin. If he wears a speedo you'd be able to see it. He has two stars along the "v" cut towards the bottom point, right above his manhood.

Hobbies:
Aside from singing, dancing, and posting videos on Youtube, Caleb enjoys hiking and writing short stories in his free time. He loves to travel but rarely gets the chance to leisurely travel, as most of his traveling is for work purposes. He likes to garden as well, and cooking is one of his main hobbies. Ask him to make a dish and he'll give you something you'll never forget.

Magical Affinity:
Believe it or not Caleb has known about the world of magic since he was ten years old. He witnessed magic by accident, but he was too young to really delve into it. It was when he was a junior in high school that he was approached by a recruiter for BlackBrick. The things they told him only validated parts of his life that he questioned. He found a mentor, the Headmaster of BlackBrick Academy. The man instructed him, taught him with his parent's approval and kept him safe, even though Caleb was allowed to live his life he was warned that magic must be kept a secret. After graduating, he went on to become an adult film star, well known in the LGBTQ Adult Film Community. While pursuing his work, he also attended BlackBrick Academy, balancing a secret life of magic. He is experienced in battle magic and delves into healing. Battle Magic is touchy and is restricted in the Academy, but Caleb learns quickly and reads a lot.

Habits:
He does tend to go overboard with drinking when he is at parties. He has a habit of biting his bottom lip when he is nervous. It is rather sexual if one observes it, but to him, it's not.

Likes:
He likes having fun, reading murder mysteries, listening to music, vlogging, his job, cooking, and playing video games.

Dislikes:
He doesn't care to fondly for people who ruin the mood, drama queens, homophobes, bullies, disrespectful pricks whose only goal is to make the life of others miserable, fighting though he will do so if he has to, and insecurity.

Fears:
He has a fear of snakes. He watched a friend get attacked by one when he was growing up and he avoids them at all cost. He also has a fear of dying alone.

Personality:
Caleb is the type of guy that knows what he wants and goes after it. Caleb is very smart, but most would never know his past in the school decathlon growing up. He doesn't talk about himself, but rather enjoys listening to others talk about their life and growing up. He is the type that will open his heart to those he trusts, and if they betray him he will cut them off. He can be funny, and motivational to others. He's been through a lot and has survived. He smiles more than he frowns but there are those days that he likes to be left alone. He is an extrovert and likes crowds, but again some days he likes solidarity. Dancing and singing are hobbies for him, two that helped him overcome. Caleb is flirtatious and will openly flirt with nearly anyone, sometimes just to get a reaction. He is confident in his sexuality and knows what he likes. In other words, CJ is quite promiscuous but he's not a stereotype and hates being labeled as such. He's a gentlemen most of all, and is very caring. He puts up a block to avoid relationships after dealing with a three year bomb.

Background:
Caleb is a male model and adult film star, but when not filming he works at his parents Crisis Management Firm as a secretary. When not filming he enjoys living life to the fullest. While his parents accept him, they do not accept the side job he chose. Still, they love him and give their support when they can. Caleb was born in San Juan, Puerto Rico to Aña Gonzalez and Robert Anderson. Though married, Robert was so busy being a businessman and alcoholic that he forgot to sign the birth certificate for Caleb thus leaving his last name as Gonzalez. Eventually, he came back and signed the document, and Caleb's last name was officially changed. They moved to Atlanta, Georgia shortly after his birth. His mother remarried after Robert's untimely death to Matthew Anderson, no relation to Robert Anderson.

Caleb grew up as an average guy aside from a magical experience when he was ten years old. As well off as his parents are, Cj still likes to go to the thrift shop and enjoys the complexity of life. He gives to charities, but only those that support the LGBT community or have a true purpose, and he volunteers with various LGBT organizations whenever he can. After graduating high school, he went into modeling and starring in over 100 adult scenes. Cj is accomplishing a lot in his young life. When he was 13 years old, he was gay bashed outside of a Seven Eleven up the street from his house. His parents were furious and the one responsible was eventually caught and sentenced to jail. After that Cj decided to learn how to protect himself and took up self-defense classes. It would seem fate wanted Cj to get revenge because when he turned 18 he went to a club and ran into the very man that bashed him so long ago.

Unlike others in his profession, he doesn't do drugs, but he enjoys the occasional cocktail. He hasn't tried anything else and doesn't have the drive to try anything either. The fast paced world he lives in does have its dark side, and he tries to stay out of that. Every scene he does he is well protected, and he gets tested regularly. After the bashing, he picked up a camera and started vlogging, telling his story to those who would watch. He would vlog whenever he got a chance as it was his outlet to deal with various things. Eventually, he garnered a large audience of over 3 million subscribers who watch his daily life as well as his covers of various songs.

He was on set in Orlando, FL when he received his acceptance letter to BlackBrick Academy. It was his chance to truly learn more than what the Headmaster was teaching him. He was sure the Headmaster was thrilled about his acceptance and after the test, he had to take to get into the school he figured a higher education would be great to keep his parents off his back. His parents are very accepting of magic and have kept it a secret since the Headmaster started training Caleb at age seventeen.

Caleb has had a hard past. Even though he was gay bashed, cheated on, and had to deal with an alcoholic father who beat him when he got angry at Caleb, he still managed to overcome it all. He's successful and wants to better his life. His father died when he was young. His step dad treats him as if he were his own, and cares for him deeply.

Miscellaneous:
Caleb tends to walk around either naked or with only a pair of skimpy briefs on that show a little too much when in the dorm room. He is extremely confident and has every right to be, being as gifted as he is. Caleb can speak Spanish, and English fluently. He's working on learning Latin. Caleb is not human at all but is in fact an Incyus. A being made of pure arcane power that consume life leaving worlds void. When he arrived on earth he gave up that life in pursuit of happiness. He became Caleb Anderson and has lived as a human for 23 years.

[User]
Caleb exhaled as he listened to Ambrose. He knew it was hard for Ambrose to accept that Caleb still cared about him, they still hadn't known each other long enough for any deep feelings to develop, but it had been a few months since their first encounter, and the kissed they shared, followed by rejection, disappointment, and unpredictability. There was no doubt that any type of relationship could form after such a horrible start. Caleb had blocked it in his mind after a long internal struggle. He realized it was for the best. Perhaps they could be friends. Friendship was a good start for rebuilding what emotions destroyed between them. He blinked realizing he had been in deep thought while Ambrose was talking. There was a moment of anticipation as Caleb walked over to the table and grabbed the final book.

"You ready?" He asked Ambrose before opening the book. "Divine Spirit of the East, come now, grant us traveling mercy to the Amazon Rainforest."

Calling upon his inner power, Caleb spoke the words and watched as energy began to shift and change in the room. In a blink of an eye, their surroundings changed from inside a library to trees as far as the eye could see. They were in the rainforest, and it was raining. Caleb tucked the book in the messenger bag that appeared on his shoulder. He looked at Ambrose and winked.

"First date not so bad huh?" He playfully said as he closed his eyes for a moment, getting the feel of the noises within the rainforest. He could hear frogs, loud insects and growling in the distance. No doubt their entry into the rainforest was unnoticed. "We better get moving if we want to cover ground before nightfall," Caleb suggested his eyes still closed. It was as if he were waiting on something. Then it happened. He felt it. There was a pull in his inner power, and his eyes flung open. Without a word he started moving in the direction he felt the faint magical energy. It was quite a distance off. A day or two journey, but he knew it would be worth it to finally get rid of that monstrosity. He looked back at Ambrose as he moved through the thick rainforest. "Stay close and keep your eyes peeled. There's more than just animals to watch out for out here. Just so you know all the legends are true. Creatures of myth and lore do exist and won't take kindly to us coming in unannounced. So just watch yourself, please."

[Assistant]
Ambrose gulped as he gripped tighter, the scenery shifting and twisting to an entirely new environment. He flinched when he felt the first raindrops pour onto his head, yelping, he stepped underneath a nearby tree. "I probably should have expected this." He said as he peered back at Caleb, who didn't seem to mind the weather at all.

But Ambrose couldn't mind it much, the rain forest was breath-taking. It was vast, seemingly endless, and nothing like anything Ambrose had ever seen before. He appreciated it even more considering how long he had been stuck on campus.

Ambrose snorted in response, "Ha. Ha. Such a nice date, almost makes me forget that an evil demon is after us." Ambrose said sarcastically, stepping out from underneath cover and following in Caleb's footsteps. His head was lowered, concentrating on not tripping on any vines or roots. "A couple days? Do we even have supplies for that." He asked with concern, glancing around them. His eyes widened when Caleb mentioned creatures of lore, of course he should have expected that. But still, it made him uneasy. "Right. Got it."

He muttered an incantation to himself, fingers interlocking. Above the pair, the rain stopped pouring on them. As if an invisible barrier appeared over them, the rain stopped and slid off the sides. "Here." Ambrose grinned at his handy work, "I didn't actually think I would have to use this when I learned it..." He trailed off when he heard a nearby rustling, instantly he was on high alert, eyes widened in terror and teeth clenched tightly.

[User]
As they walked, Caleb kept checking on Ambrose to make sure he was alright. When Ambrose performed a spell that acted as a barrier between them and the rain, Caleb raised an eyebrow and smiled. "Look at you," Caleb said still smiling, "I'm impressed," he added as he heard the rustling and turned his attention to their surroundings. He had to be careful and make sure that everything went well, otherwise, he'd have to fight and he really didn't want to have to do that in front of Ambrose. It's one thing to get caught off guard like he had been when the Leviathan attacked him, but he had focused and trained after that and learned so new deadlier techniques.

"Stay close Ambrose," Caleb said as he remembered a question Ambrose asked earlier that he never addressed. "Oh, and not need to worry about supplies..," he began as he patted the messenger bag that rested on his right side. "This baby is enchanted to hold whatever I need. I just need to find us a clearing so we can set up."

The rustling had him on edge, but he continued on checking with Ambrose every so often to make sure nothing had snatched him. As they moved, they entered into a small clearing surrounded by the forest. "Alright, I guess this will do. Besides its best not to traverse the forest at night, too many things can happen," Caleb said as he began pulling stuff out of the messenger bag. He pulled a full-size tent out of the small bag, as well as two sleeping bags. "Alright, do you know the protection charm? Or would you rather start on the tent?"


[System]
Age: 39
Gender: Male
Species: Dragon

Bio: Based on his appearance, one would assume that Singed was some sort of brutal monster, one with little brain mass who fought every chance he got. This would be wrong. He is, however fucking nuts. For his entire life, Singed had always been a special child. One that would have made for prime bully fodder...if the bullies weren't terrified of him. One of the first really blatant signs of his insanity was his inability to remember the names of anyone, and instead choosing to call people either by their title, or Steve (for males) and Jenny (for females). Now you would think, you'd really think that with a mind this messed up, he clearly had to come from a broken family, but nope. His family was mind numbingly normal. Worried about their poor insane son, Singed's parents took him to counseling. Not even five minutes later, the therapist ran out of the room screaming. To this day, no one is entirely sure what happened in that room. And so, Singed's childhood continued without any attempts to 'fix' it, mostly because he had been blacklisted from every psychiatric facility

Despite having a natural affinity for Lava magic because of his heritage, Singed ignored it in favor of Obscurity, because, in his words, it would make him one step closer to godhood. Using his affinity for Lava magic with Obscurity magic lead to some rather unique results. Which the general public still hasn't decided if it is a crime against nature, or just mind numbingly weird. As scary as he was, Singed wasn't violent at all. In fact, nothing short of an attack on his person could get him to respond with violence. This was the sole reason why he hadn't been locked up for public safety.

Singed spent most of his life learning how to use his Obscurity magic, neglecting his Lava magic training in the process. This has left his skill with his natural magic nearly nonexistent. His many experiments have also left his neighborhood deathly afraid of corn. He insists that he's a scientist, yet he doesn't act like one. all of his experiments seem to have no greater purpose, and in fact look more like some who's board just messing around. While one might jump to the conclusion that these 'experiments' are just a front to hurt people, said argument would quickly fall apart upon learning that Singed's most request test subject is himself. He might be crazy, but he's still harmless enough to leave alone. If anything, he makes the neighborhood safer. Not many are willing to rob someone who's so close to that crazy guy and his corn...not after the last one.

One of his more crazy forms of crazy is his talking to inanimate object. He will sometimes have complete conversations with them, and sometimes even get into arguments with them. This can lead him to destroying said object over whatever insult he believes it gave him. In fact, he once tried to torture a garden gnome, because he thought it was a forward scout for the cookie elf branch of the Candyland army. He tried all sorts of things; from locking it into a box, to locking it into a box with the corn, to playing good cop bad cop with Turtle, to exposing him to music by teenage artists, yet nothing worked. Eventually, he realized he wouldn't be getting information out of him. So while he greatly respected him, Steve the elf/gnome died hot lava. After that, Singed found the Candyland army's forward base (a small patch of plants growing near Magma) and killed all of them with corn and spiders.

Even though he was full blown crazy, his parents never resented Singed for that. If anything, they were more worried about him then their own reputation. This was something that Singed easily took notice of, so he still retains a healthy relationship with them to this day. Despite never having any sort of official job, Singed always seemed to have enough money to feed himself. Singed being Singed, no one was brave enough to ask him where he kept getting money. If someone did work up the nerve to ask him what he was doing with his time, he would answer with something along the lines of 'unlocking the secrets of the world' although he wouldn't go into detail about just what that entailed. Eventually one day, he packed up his things and left his life long home of Magma. When asked where he was going and why, Singed would simply reply by calling whoever asked an ignorant fool and go about his business.

Elements; Lava/Obscurity

Corn: Singed's favorite ability. drawing a 3D image of a small pile of corn with lava. This drawing will then change into an actual pile of corn. Singed can then order the corn to either 'feast' or 'mate'. What difference there is between these two orders (if any) is unknown, but they make the corn shoot at the target and burrow into them. Once inside, the corn will begin to expel lava.

Turtle: By drawing a 3D image of a turtle with lava, Singed brings to life a cute and friendly little turtle. Once stepped on however, the turtle will quickly say 'hello' before exploding into a plume of lava

Squirrel: By drawing a 3D image of a squirrel with lava, Singed brings to life a fluffy squirrel...who will turn into a rabid monster on command. Once he has ordered it to, the squirrel will maul it's target, it's eyes red, and breathing lava.

Spider: By drawing a 3D image of a spider with lava, Singed brings to life a tiny spider...that shoots out lava instead of string.

Mundane object creation: Singed can also use his Obscurity magic to make more mundane things. However, he can't make anything to mechanically complex that he hasn't made a special spell for.

Weaknesses: His elemental weakness is Ice, however his other weaknesses are much more note worthy. They include, but aren't limited to; the number four, butter, orchestral music, getting stabbed in the eye, foreigners (sometimes), being killed, and bubbles.

Other: Gentlemen...behold!

[User]
Palythius

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As I was resting these two hooligans began to fight a few yards away. I didn't pay attention to them at first because I didn't want to fight this ultra-badass in shining armor, but when the victim dodged a bulky sword and cut through the bench, I began to wonder. What if that was the bench I chose to sleep on? What if he just sliced through me like butter? And why the hell is this armored guy... in armor, and more importantly, terrorizing a random citizen? I pondered. I walked a few feet towards them, then I took a deep breath and sprinted, jumping and hitting this knight in the side of the head with my knee, and I fell down and cracked my shoulder after the stunt, watching as the knight slowly broke his sword from the bench... after he got up from getting hit so hard out of nowhere. He looked a little dazed, but I knew that I was on the top of his list of priorities now. He stared at me with cold, unmerciful eyes as I stood up, grasping my shoulder. I took a few deep breaths before deciding it was toasty time. I could tell that he wasn't very happy about it as his armor only made the heat from the flames burn his gryphon skin and feathers worse. He swung his sword, cutting my snout about a quarter-inch deep. I stopped breathing fire on him, stepping back and out of his sword's range. He groaned loudly as I watched his mail armor grow a dull red from the intense heat.

Ganymede

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I stared for a minute at the gargoyle I had knocked down. "... Huh? Oh, sorry. I just heard... this, I guess, and came to try to resolve it... I was hoping for a peaceful resolution, but I guess they just can't comprehend pacifism. Uh... my name is Ganymede. It sounds weird, but I'm from Aqua. You know... the nation with a town name that means 'The spit of a dove flying over a dark cloud'? A lot of weird names originate from there. Sometimes. What's your name?" I asked, looking back at the one who got himself in the thick of the situation in the first place. I looked closely, checking to see if there were any injuries. I didn't see any obvious ones, so we must have saved him before he got his head bashed in, or got kidnapped and eaten in a stew by one of the gargoyles.

[Assistant] After taking everyone's attacks, including another of my own, specifically, a sharp stone that I created and launched at him, the shield-bearing gargoyle ran off, dropping his shield in the process. Not really wanting to follow him, I instead stayed with the group, and finally introduced myself. "I'm David. I'm supposed to be on a test that's supposed to determine who the next guardian of the earth piece will be... um... thanks for your help, everyone... oh, I guess I can tell you what the test is about... I'm supposed to go into the deep forest, and bring back the rarest fruit or seed that I can find... it... sounds a lot easier than it is," I explain to everyone as I look over to the fiery dragon named Singed, who was talking to some sort of creation made of lava, as well as a tree. Said creation resembled a turtle, and only ever said 'hello', while the tree, obviously, said nothing. Somehow, he got the idea that he was famous, as he thought that we would all know who he was, already... but, then again, it didn't seem like any of us actually came from, or might have had contact with anyone else from Magma, so, while we don't know him, he very well could be famous... or, more likely, infamous. I looked around for any other clearings, as the forest was dark enough to literally be jet black, save for the clearings, such as this one, which provided the much-needed golden rays of the sun, as well as a limited range of visibility. "So... can anyone here see another clearing? We're just going to be running around in circles in the dark without them," I point out to the rest of my team, hoping that someone among them might have some sort of idea... of course... fire provided light, and one of us was from Magma... then again, there was also a rare type of magic that is solely based around light...

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"Steve has a point!" Singed declared. Shaking the box a little, he said "alright, that was a long enough break. Back to work! We need you Steves to light this place up, and not by setting everything on fire." After he spoke, the Squirrels rushed out of the box. Once they were all assembled, lava began to fill up in their eyes, and a red glow came out of them. Just one would barely make a difference, but there was a box of Squirrels letting out light. "There...much better. Now then Steve, take me to this rare fruit, for I am intrigued"

"Hello!"

"No Steve, I said 'intrigued' not 'constipated'! Honestly, how could you have gotten those words mixed up!?" Before anyone could say anything else, Singed headbutted a the tree from before "you want to say that again Steve!? Huh, want to see what happens when you say that one...more...TIME!!??" A few seconds later Singed backed away "yeah, that's what I thought. Anyway, where were we?"


[System]
Age: 19

 Magic: Trinity's Magics -

Energy Make (A Rank) - Caster Magic. Lost Magic. Taught by her father. Trinity molds energy into a state where it can interact with matter. She can manipulate the qualities of this energy-substance to be immaterial or material, and what kind of discharge contact with it will give. She can create a discharge of force, electricity, heat, and light. Pain is something she achieves through heat, electricity, and moderated amounts of force in odd directions. Unless she employs a special technique, she can only vaguely control Energy Make objects she is not within five feet of. She can cheat and create wires, though.

Energy Make can absorb energies, though this may render the energy 'substance' difficult to contain.

Bard's Legerdemain (A Rank) - Caster Magic. Taught by her mother. She can use this magic to play any instrument within 100 feet of her without touching it. It will float as needed, and may even move with her as she moves, but she cannot control an instrument expressly to move it. On its own, this magic must be used to perform. She can do something like play a single note and it counts, though.

She can cheat this a little bit and combine the magic with Energy Make to make an instrument. She creates a blueprint of the instrument and uses Bard's Legerdemain to give it a shape. She doesn't really understand quite how it works, herself. She describes it as imprinting something within the magic of Bard's Legerdemain onto the Energy Make. Trinity can conjure into existence any instrument she knows how to play. She can even create unique, custom instruments, though these creations require more magic power than a generic instrument.

Arrows Magic (B Rank) - Holder Magic, using a magic quiver. Taught by her uncle Weigraf. Trinity can use this magic to conjure arrows to fire as projectiles from a bow. The arrows can take on a wide variety of effects, from exploding into a chunk of ice on contact or becoming a bolt of flame, to bursting into a net, carrying a homing signal, or homing in on that signal.

Fire Arrow ★★+, Ice Arrow ★★+, Lightning Arrow ★+, Wind Arrow ★★★★
Love Arrow ★★★★★ (Energy Make Combo) - Love Arrow is an arrow made from Trinity's magic power (with a little Energy Make), and she can shoot it to give strength to an ally. The power of love bolsters and purifies... or something?
"They say loves heals, right?"
Beacon Arrow ★★★ (Energy Make Combo) - Beacon Arrow turns an arrow into a magic beacon, which can be used for a number of things, such as a homing beacon for Homing Arrow.
Homing Arrow ★★★ (Energy Make Combo) - Homes in on the Beacon Arrow.
Net Arrow ★★★★ - Fires an arrow that turns into a net.
Ringing Arrow ★★★★ - Fires an arrow that makes a noise.
Bright Arrow ★★★★ - Fires an arrow that emits light.

Requip (D Rank) - Trinity was taught this magic for the convenience of it, which was the motivation for the woman who taught it to her, her aunt Vivian. As an act of disgust with the woman's purpose, Trinity doesn't actually use it much, but she does use it for certain important items.
Rainbow Quiver - Necessary for Trinity's Arrows Magic.
Midnight Alloy Crescent Moon Staff - Mysterious. Gnarled. The night sky sparkles in the metal of the crescent moon that adorns the top of this staff. It asks for something...

 Magic Level: A

 History: Trinity was part of a minor noble family in Minstrel. She learned music, of course, and found a preference for the harp. Her father taught her Energy Make. She lived a calm, peaceful life, playing with and learning her magic, until a Guild (that was, at the time, a Light Guild) attacked her home. She was rushed to the basement by servants, hiding her away in a shelter below. They later emerged to find her father missing, her mother tearful but strong.

Her mother had instructions from Lord Stratos, and met their daughter with a staff, made from a gnarled branch, with some crescent resting on the end, made of some mysterious metal. She was to take the staff with her and go to her second uncle's home in Midi, where she would learn archery with her second cousin. There she stayed for two years. After, she moved in with her great aunt Vivian in Stella, who showed her how to Requip items, and some "finer points of being a lady," though such phrasing made Trinity scoff. Neither of her parents had been very intent on teaching her manners, so she never saw the importance.

After almost one year with Vivian, Trinity then took to wandering. Living under someone else's roof was too stifling (particularly Vivian's...), and she wasn't used to these people, as nice as they were.

She went west, across Bosco, and into Fiore.

 Personality: Though a bit of a drifter, she's a carefree, sweet young woman.

 Guild: Phoenix Wing
 Team Members: Karn, Fleo, Ariel

 Three Strengths:
 1. Music
 2. Physical Science Savant
 3. Agile, Dextrous
 Three Weaknesses:
 1. Physically meager
 2. Idealistic
 3. Rude? There's a word I can't think of...

 Greatest Love: Life Music
 Motivation: Step 1, find dad, Step 2, bring Metal home
 Appearance: Trinity wears her white hair short, framing a soft face and heterochromatic eyes. One is gold, the other purple. She dresses in cropped and tailored red robes.

 Have we met before...?

 Additional Details: Likes exploring ruins and old magic stuff.

Theme(s): Main Theme, maybe?

"アアチェリのまほう！" [Archery Magic!]

"エエナギ・マアく" [Energy Make]

[User]
Penny

Penny could see all the pain, the fear, the hurt that seemed to cross over Karn's face, and she wished she hadn't asked. Anger flashed, bright and hot, as he said his father punished him, for his mothers death. And the words just came out.

"your father punished you, a child, for something you couldn't control? Do you have clairevoyant powers we don't know about? Were you able to predict her death? That's disgusting. Your father should have been protectinf you, not punishing you!" [i]throttle it back, Penny.[i] but she just couldn't. A parent shouldnt punish a child, they should protect them. For the few short years before they went to face the world themselves, they should protect them.'and yet she knew all too often, that that wasn't true.

"everyone fears something, Karn" her voice was softer now, almost childlike, "if we didn't, we wouldn't be human. We wouldn't be able to find the strength to protect those we care about. We wouldn't be able to...become stronger. Fear is healthy, but when you let it take over your life, fear can be a hinderance. You can't let it take over your life Karn, your mother wouldn't have wanted that. Her thoughts would have been to get to you, to get you out. We all have a time, Karn. If I can go down trying to protect someone I love, like your mother, I think I could die happy, knowing that they survived" her voice grew softer, quieter, as she spoke, and her face went blank of emotion, as she turned to stare into the fire.

Sasha

Sasha jumped up, having forgotten about the tea "oh! Sorry, I'll get it right now!" she said, boiling the water again and making the tea, she spoke as she worked "I chose a colour that meant something to me. Blue, because that was my mothers eye color. My little brothers. Everyday it reminds me of them, and I'm thankful for that" Sasha shifted, and showed her guild mark, on her right arm, near the shoulder, the sleeve deliberately torn there to show it. "I thought about getting it over my heart, but, wel..." she trailed off, blushing, and focusing on the tea, setting cups down

[Assistant]
Karn
Fiore || Kabo || Council Library
Interacting: Penny

Karn blinked softly as Penny shouted angrily about his father, his emerald eyes watching the angry expression on the fire wizards face before soon calming down a little before going blank from emotion as she looked to the fire. The blonde boy smiled softly before he turned to look at the flames.

"I know I need to not let it control me like that. It's dangerous for someone like me who loses it like that. Dangerous for others even. It just, may take me a bit. I made her go out there, there is no denying that... And even though I probably should hate my father, I don't. I still love him. He was a good man. Just sometimes, people lose themselves when they lose someone that important. So if it takes my family thinking I am dead for them to recover, then that's fine. I'll watch from afar. And gain new friends for me to care about and protect the best of my ability." he smiled warmly.

He wasn't sure what he was getting himself into with being in this guild, but he would never know if he doesn't give it a chance. Even just for a little bit, he wanted to spend his last moments with people who were a little like him. Wizards. And a family of them.

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Trinity had been watching the fight closely from above, an Ice Arrow notched in her bow. She takes a deep breath, relaxing her muscles and waiting. She would know when the moment was coming. Just the way she'd been taught. It was no more than a small voice in her head that triggered it, when she began to take aim. She lifted her bow, aimed, and drew her arrow taught. She would know the moment when she saw it...

She looses the arrow when the moment feels right, just as Maddox kicks for the lizard's chin. The arrow splits as it leaves her bow, forming two Ice Arrows, and she aimed to hit the foe while he was stunned from the kick.


[System]
Age: 229

Looks:

Jake is a ghoul, with all the usual features of rotting flesh, no nose, disgusting-colored eyes, crumbling ears, a raspy voice, and little to no hair. He wears the uniform and gear of an NCR trooper,
 with rank insignia denoting him as a corporal in the NCR Army, and a red beret denoting him as a member of 1st Recon.

Personality: Jake is a gruff survivalist type, not speaking often, and not liking to spend very much time around people or in urban areas. He prefers the company of the wilderness, a good spotting partner, a bottle of whiskey, and a pack of cigarettes.

Faction: A Corporal in the NCR Army, a member of the 1st Recon division, and a citizen of the NCR.

S.P.E.C.I.A.L= (45 Points spread wisely. Cannot go over 10 on any one stat)
Strength: 5
Perception: 8
Endurance: 5
Charisma: 4
Intelligence: 5
Agility: 8
Luck: 10

Backstory: Jake was a loner even before the Great War, and it shows. He rarely talks about his past, though the wedding ring he wears around his finger, and the cross necklace he keeps around his neck are hints at it, and he can often be found muttering something he calls a "prayer", or reading a worn black book with faded gold text reading "he oly Bibl" on the front.

Jake's past following the war is a bit more open. He was one of the people "lucky" enough to become a ghoul, living in a small california town that was just far enough from ground zero to give him the perfect dose of radiation for the reaction. From there, he wandered California and the surrounding areas, spending quite a bit of time in a town called Broken Hills, where Humans, Super Mutants, and Ghouls lived in relative harmony. That all ended in 2242, which the uranium mine sustaining the town went dry, and everyone left.

From there, Jake moved to what had become the New California Republic, becoming a citizen and an eventual member of the Army. His training went well, with decent enough marksmanship to earn him a place in the Recon branch of the Army, eventually finding a home in 1st Recon, the primer scouting and sniping unit of the Army.

He would soon find himself deployed to the Mojave, scouting the area, and playing rival to the presence of The New Legion, fighting off raiding and scouting parties from across the colorado, while also combatting raider and bandit groups throughout the region. At the moment he's lacking a spotter, so he's having to do alone what snipers usually do in pairs.

Weapon choice: He carries a scoped .308 Hunting Rifle, and a 9mm pistol as a sidearm.

Perks: Light Step, Silent Running, Sniper

'Tagged' Skills: Survival, Sneak, Guns, Medicine

'Weak' Skills: Speech

Any other info not included in the above: N/A

[User]
Tatsuya's vision went from blurry to clear as he saw a ghoul and a sexy looking tribal woman in a small, dirty shack. Tatsuya, acting like his namesake, the Dragon, took a deep breath, focused his mind and calmly picked up his weapons and his share of the caps.

"I'm gonna need some new hardware if we're gonna take on these Legion fucks. I'll be back in a bit." Tatsuya exited the shack and took a stroll to the Gun Runners to the north. He bought a minigun and a large sum of ammo. He strolled back to the shack and opened the door.

"As much as I hate working for the NCR, I'd hate to refuse these caps and I'd hate to be on the NCRs bad side. You think this gun is big enough for the job?" Tatsuya said, presenting his minigun to his new associates.

"Let's head to the rest stop to the south, then Novac. I've always wanted to kill some Legionnaires."

[Assistant]
Nipton

Numerius sat in office of the Nipton town hall. His helmet sat on the desk as he read over some Legion reports of the area. Vulpes Inculta was a very busy man, and as he shifted like a shadow across the Mojave he needed someone to run things back in Nipton. While this definitely wasn't the most exciting assignment Numerius ever had, it was a good opportunity to get promoted to a higher clearance of Centurion. Inculta was a very influential man in the legion and on word of recommendation from him could boost Numerius to the rank of Veteran Centurion. The office in which he sat was musty at best, but it showed obvious signs of the former mayor's creature comforts. A Legion flag has been placed on the back wall over a storage room door. The NCR prisoners were up to the Centurion's mercy if NCR leadership refused to pay the ransom. Vulpes Inculta was counting on Numerius and the legionnaire would be damned if he failed this simple mission. A sharp rap came at his door and gave a quick "Come in."

A legionnaire with a helmet of many feathers stepped through the doors, a Decanus. He placed a fist over his heart and stated "Ave Caesar, Centurion." Numerius returned the salute saying "Ave Caesar, Decanus Publius. What is it?" The Decanus let his hand fall and placed both of his hands behind his back. "The men are now on their patrols around the settlement. I have a contubernia guarding the NCR prisoners."

Numerius nodded and folded up the papers he was viewing. "Good, if they give the men any trouble be firm and quick in the punishment. Any sign of weakness those dogs will jump at. I'd rather none of the men be killed by a desperate prisoner. I expect we'll only have them for a week before we are rid of them. I doubt the NCR would allow their men to suffer the same fate as criminals." The centurion paused for a moment. "Post scouts on the edges of town, on the hillsides so we can see if there is anyone approaching from the roads or countrysides."

"Yes, sir."

"That will be all."

Publius placed a fist over his heart and turned on his heel, exiting the room.

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Malpais Legate' camp

Jessica Fairbright sighed, as she went through the initial process of getting access to the Malpais Legate' camp. Namely it was a small camp adjacent to the larger Fort. A place, where many Wastelander and NCR member would tell, what a horrible and violent places it was - where slaves roamed and the law of morality or decency didn't exist. Usually in such cases, the speaker is either too drunk, too stupid or just too hypocritical.

The Legion wasn't end-all, be-all civilization of the new world - but it was atleast not trying to kill you, out of some strange context. They did have their tribals, whom thought Caesar could walk on water or the sun in the sky was some God called Mars. But there were other people there as well, some men of intelligence or culture - that one might expect to only find in the NCR. The Malpais Legate seemed one such individual - he seemed well-cultured and always had some philosophy to pass on. Plus he was one of the toughest SOBs she had seen - the man didn't look build or trained for war; judging by his background as a simple Preacher. Yet one the occasions she had heard the stories, or seen some of the scars - the man had been able to survive a dozen ambushes and NCR Snipers whom had failed to kill him on multiple occasions. Despite them often managing to hit him, and yet the Legate would not die.

She was brought out of her thoughts, when she was padded down - the Legion had a no-weapon policy, whenever some outsider entered their camp. It was mainly in the name of security, otherwise anybody could come and kill them all. Despite being left weaponless, there wasn't any direct threat of getting jumped at a Legion camp. Sure slavery did exist, but it was on an individual basis - plus most of the Legionnaires were told to not to engage in such activities...atleast on possible contractors. It the Legion' form of hazing any newcomers, plus if you were dumb enough to fold in, then you wouldn't be upto the kind of work the Legion would offer anyway.

Jessica calmly waited, as they 'took' their time, feeling of her body for anything. It was the standard, whenever she visited - being a woman, they liked to take their time - but on the other hand she was a former Ranger after all. With an 'accidental' slap on her behind, she was allowed to continue towards the Malpais Legate' tent - namely on the subject on this ghoul problem and where in particular. On the way there, she got into the usual business of getting catcalled and commented on her figure - mostly by the younger members, but a few veterans also threw in their voice. The usual: 'hey, beautiful', 'want me to relief you, of that heavy suit', 'nice legs you got', 'want to try out my sword' and more carnal comments added to that.

Nobody was dumb enough to try to grab her - namely cause the Malpais was one of the few more pragmatic leaders the Legion had, and namely slaving any potential or possibly experienced contractor was bad for the Legion. Since often than thought - they needed such people to perform special missions. Secondly, being a 'Fallen' Ranger she knew her stuff - when it came to self-defense. The first time and first Legionnaire found that out - when he assumed she was a weak maiden and he was promptly handed his ass and had been temporarily paralyzed by her from the waist down. The filed down and burned scorch mark on her shoulder - which would've once displayed the NCR' emblem of the bear was gone. Now she was known as the 'Fallen Ranger' by many NCR civilizans or soldiers - the Legion had a more ironic nickname for her, namely 'Virgo' or literally 'Maiden'.

[Assistant]
Obadiah
Obadiah came to, on the cold ground of some near-empty cabin. It was odd, she did not recall hitting her head, nor drinking a great deal, nor even starting a fight, and yet there she was, coming to in some strange place, on the ground, with strangers. She shrugged off the strange circumstances of her awakening, and immediately went to pick up her greatclub, as well as a couple tomohawks she kept on hand. As she regained her bearings, Obadiah remembered she wasn't alone in the dingy shack, but she shared it with a couple others.

To her right was one of the deadmen. Ghouls, as they were called. He was one of the NCR tribe, clearly wearing a uniform of their warriors. For a deadman, he seemed to be strong. The other was a human, big, and built like a yao-gui. Obadiah supposed there was worse company to keep. She was about to speak up, when a tinny sounding voice from an empty corner startled her. She turned, and saw a small translucent man hovering over the ground. Obadiah sighed, she should have known, technology. Still, she listened in on the tiny man.

It was a job offer, and not just any offer, one that was paying her to take revenge on Legion tribe and those that collaborate with them. "This sounds like a good job." She nodded, scooping up some of the caps, though not paying attention to the amount. Enough for food and drink for a few days. She also took her share of water, which she more carefully counted out, making sure she got what she needed, without drawing the ire of the others. The large man too, had taken caps, and near immediately left the shack, talking about looking for more hardware. Obadiah didn't even say goodbye.

She instead looked to the deadman. "Hi. Do you remember how we got here?" She laughed, nervously, as Obadiah was still a little put off by the zombie-like creatures.

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When Jake awoke, he was immediately put off by the surrounding area being different from the one he had fallen asleep in. He patted himself down to make sure everything was still there, including his gear, before getting up. Once he was standing, he pulled a cigarette and a match from one of the pouches on his uniform, striking the match across his armor, and lighting the cigarette. He took a deep puff, exhaling just as the hologram flickered to life and began to speak.

"Greetings. My name is Caleb, and I have a job for you from the higher levels of the NCR." Great, a job from either those stuck-up government suits, or those spooks in the Secret Service... "As you have heard rumors about, the town of Nipton has handed over several NCR soldiers to Cesar's Legion, and gained a rich reward from the local legion commander. This act of rank treachery cannot stand." The hologram turned, gesturing to a stack of water and caps, enough to be split three ways. "Therefore, we are giving a blanket mission; take revenge. You are given complete freedom to define revenge or justice the way you see fit; we aren't weaklings like Chief Hanlon. Just make sure that someone pays for the lives of the NCR soldiers who have been lost today."

After the hologram ended, one of the other two people in the room, the other male, and a normal human, took his share of the caps and water. He mentioned something about acquiring more gear, and rushed out the door.

The other person, a human woman, and obviously a tribal of some sort, mentioned the job seeming to be a good one. She also asked him if he remembered how they got there.

The ghoul replied between puffs of his cigarette, his raspy voice sounding almost like a snarl. "Beats me, smoothskin. I'm just as out of the loop as you are. Hopefully we can figure things out after we get back." With that said, he scooped up his hunting rifle from where it lay nearby, making sure it was okay, before slinging it over his back, and checking his pistol as well.

Just then, the man who had left came back in, now armed with a large minigun. He asked what Jake and the woman thought of the weapon. "Well, that's one way to stick it to the Legion." He said, tossing his cigarette to the floor and smothering it with his foot. The man spoke about a plan for getting to Nipton, and Jake held up a hand. "Hold up there, smoothskin. Let's hear what the lady thinks before he settle on a definite plan."


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

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

Finger Claws:

Curved Daggers:

Combat Outfit:

Dresses for Two Towers/Return of the King

Wing-Cloak

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Yavanna managed to duck out of the way, as Kili kicked his leg in her direction "Shhh...shh...it's okay...it's going to be okay." she soothed, as she stroked his arm "Fili, try and hold him down...this isn't helping him." she told his elder brother. Kili needed to lay still, or all the lashing out; would just make the poison flow bit faster. Yavanna looked through the cupboard, seeing a few clothes...she dipped one in cold water and gently brushed it over Kili's forehead...to try and bring down the fever.

Listening to the medicine Bard had...Yavanna shook her head "That's all too weak, and wouldn't get rid of the poison in his system." she muttered. "Kingsfoil has healing properties..and is used in Elvish medicine.." she informed Bard as he said he was feeding it to the pigs.

Yavanna looked at Oin. "There's a few things, but if I don't have Kingsfoil or Athelas..it won't work." she told him honestly; sadness in her eyes. For the spells she had in mind, the plant was required. Just then, Yavanna thought she heard a noise. But it was probably just something outside. She tried to shake it off.

Kili lashed out again and managed to kick her. Yavanna coughed as she didn't move out of the way in-time...as his foot got in her the chest. "Kili...it's okay, we're just trying to help you." she soothed him. Yavanna tried to get her breath back. She felt uneasy all of a sudden..and looked back at the door. Trying to shake off the bad feeling. But the doors burst open; Yavanna gasped as something grabbed her from behind; trying to choke her. She gasped...feeling strong, brutal Orcish arms around her throat.

The Princess struggled...trying to reach for her dagger. As the Orc had managed to pin her arms behind her back.

A few more orcs had piled into the house, going to attack the feeble Kili. Kili managed to kick one, but groaned falling off the table, as he did so.

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Bofur was having better luck. After a through search, he'd stumbled across a pigpen. One of the pigs was chewing on something all too familiar to him -- the kingsfoil. Quickly, he ran back towards Bard's home, the weed clutched tightly in his hand. Unbeknownst to Bofur, he was leading Bolg and several orcs right back with him.

Oin did what he could to help Fili and Saeril. "Where is he?!" Bofur was taking too long. There was a loud thud on the roof, and Sigrid looked to see if Bard had returned, and she was horrified when an orc managed to make its way inside, having to scream. As if things weren't bad enough already, they were now under attack.

Shouting out loud, Oin picked up an empty bowl from the table where Bard had scattered the herbs and threw it at the Orc, having no other weapons to use. With Fili joining in to fight them off, Saeril shielded Kili, until she stabbed the Orc that had a grip on Yavanna.

Outside, Bofur was also being attacked, and just as he's about to be killed, an arrow shot the back of the obscene creature.

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Yavanna gasped for breath...as Saeril had stabbed an orc that held her tight. She spun around, pulling out her dagger before she run across the room. The orc that jumped through the window, went to attack Sigrid and Tilda. Yavanna kicked the Orc away, slicing across his throat. The orc shrieked...falling down. They really didn't need this. As if things weren't bad enough, they had to get worse.

Tauriel had made her way to Lake Town with Legolas, the pair had been tracking down the Orcs. As she fired an arrow, at the Orc that went to attack Bofur. She run towards the Dwarf. "Are you alright? Where are the others?" she asked him.

Just then, she heard a few screams coming from a house near by. Giving away the location of his friends and where the Orcs went.

Another Orc, was making it's way towards Yavanna.

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The winged she-elf gripped an Orc by his back with her nail-cuffs, before he could even reach Kili, and with full-strength, Saeril threw the creature out the window, shattering it as wooden pieces fell from the impact. To get out of the ensuing chaos, she quickly and carefully moved Kili off the ground, and to the bed nearby. An orc was about to hit her from behind, but she was quick to turn around and fend it off, keeping it away from the injured dwarf.

Just as the one Orc began to advance upon the princess, an arrow hit it the head before it could reach her. Legolas appeared at the door, and sheathed his daggers to kill off the remaining creatures, who were attacking the children. He killed and slashed at another Orc who was close to hitting the she-elf, before stabbing two more nearby.

However, one of the Orcs managed to escape. "Oakenshield has gone!", he told Bolg in Black Speech, who was standing nearby. "Fall back! Regroup at the bridge!", the leader ordered as the orc pack retreats.


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Age: 18
Appearance:

Bio/Summary: The Brandeau family owns lands not far from the Empire's northern frontier. Hence, the family has become keenly involved in keeping their lands safe from dangers. The Brandeaus have developed a strong sense of noblesse oblige from their time as wardens and protectors of the folk of the north, and they are considered among the most dedicated to the safety of the people. However, as a consequence of their mingling with commoners and isolation from the heartlands, the Brandeau family has diverged from contemporary noble culture more and more over the years, and is considered to only technically be nobility.

Leon is but one of many children of the Brandeau family, but he is the only one that has been sent to the Cadenza Military Academy. Leon is an exemplary son of the Brandeau family; he is polite and honest and dedicated to protecting both the common man and the empire. However, while he isn't stupid by any means, his naivety can lead him to make many mistakes out of ignorance, and he is incapable of subtlety unless coached through it carefully by someone else.

Vessel: When dormant, Leon's vessel is a crest in the shape of a spear that he wears on his chest. When activated, it transforms into a glaive, being his weapon of choice. The vessel's name is Bastion.

Abilities:
Bastion's abilities involve manipulating earth and stone to Leon's advantage.
-Granite Phalanx: By jamming his glaive into the ground, Leon creates a wall adorned with rocky spikes.
-Lucerne Breaker: Leon slams the flat of his glaive on the ground, causing the ground around him to shake violently for a few seconds and break apart.
-Terra Spike: Engaging in a lunging thrust, Leon causes the ground immediately in front of him to bellow forth in a sort of spike.

Equipment: Leon carries a handful of javelins to hurl at his foes if he finds himself bereft of other options.

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Esther von Degraff

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Esther soon calmed down after seeing her comrades going after the snatched medic. Ghost or not, there was no way they would be able to handle all of them at once. She had utmost faith in the skills of her teammates after all.

However, said calmness turned into panic once more as wolves out of nowhere attacked next. It seemed fate didn't wish to give them a break at all.

"W-wolves?" she said once she recognized the threat. With their limited sight, it shouldn't be that odd that the creatures managed to ambush them as they were split apart.

One of them leaped towards her, fang wide open as it aimed to bite her neck off. She had no time to change her vessel into combat mode so she had to respond by leaping away from the creature. Her panicked jump made her land straight on her butt however, sending off a signal to the wolf that she was vulnerable once more. It ran straight at her once more, merciless and without any hesitation. However, Esther had enough time to activate her vessel this time, so when the wolf leaped at her, it crashed into her wind barrier, causing it to whimper as it felt pain from the impact.

"Hrrgh, this is the worst day ever!" Esther shouted to no one in particular, just to fend off her frustration.

With animals, especially predators like wolves, Esther had no hesitation. She retaliated by sending off a wind blade towards the creature. It actually managed to dodge however, but it was enough to send a signal that the girl was actually a threat, so the beast now merely growled as it circled around her, looking for an opening to attack.

Esther looked around in the meantime. It seemed she had been separated from the others. She just hoped the others were alright. She looked back at the wolf again. As she felt a bead of sweat roll through her cheek, she told herself that she could handle this one guy just fine. No need to panic.

...And then, another pair of wolves came into her sight, making it three wolves now that she had to fight.

Really, what did she do wrong to deserve this?

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@Mercurial

TZI TI'AMTUM

Wolves. In his experience, they didn't really go for big groups of humans like theirs, but maybe they were some ghost-cursed wolfpack (not that ghosts were real, because no way he was fighting ghosts; it was probably some hostile force attacking them with their trained animals, yeah, that was way more sensible). Either way, he could see their growling shapes through the white, snow-filled air, barrelling down the hill towards him, Leon and poor Wagnill. If it wasn't his imagination, then he was totally smelling them salivating all over three seemingly-vulnerable targets. They weren't catching a single break at all.

Dangit, they just had to attack from uphill. It was going to be real hard to fight them off like this, not when any movement of his arms would probably turn ol' Wagnill into one of those snowballs that got bigger and bigger the more they rolled down a hillside. Tzi glanced at Leon's form in the corner of his eye. Both of them really weren't that suited to swinging their giant sticks around today.

He took a deep breath. Not the right time to panic right now. He just needed to get a good way to get rid of all those wolves. Wolf meat could be eaten, right? He'd never actually tried any, but what if the stuff was poisonous? How would he prepare it? But that meant he needed to take out all the wolves first, and his trident wasn't going to be stabbing anything any time soon. So if he wanted to use Retiarius, he'd have to make use of one of its abilities.

Wagnill wasn't going to get ditched any time soon. No way. When the guy woke up, he'd be happy to know that Tzi'd netted him some meat to chew on.

"Casting the Net"

The flow of energy intensified. Tzi breathed in. His unmoving trident, still holding up the stretcher that held Wagnill, glowed, and a massive net, its fibres made of magic itself, launched out towards the three wolves pouncing towards them. He'd always thought that animals were smarter, but they'd chosen the worst place to jump. Now that they were airborne, there was absolutely no way they could change their direction.

No way to get outta the way of his giant net.

It was like spearfishing in a barrel, except the barrel was a cold hillside and the fish were wolves.

If the three got caught, the weight of the net would drop them like a rock, and then it wouldn't be him and the pals on the downhill. Nor would Wagnill'd be forced to turn into a snowball.

It'd be the wolves instead.

The net nabbed them, the magical creation enveloping the three lupines in a tangled mess of whines and howls. Tzi grinned as they fell onto the snow with a thud, sliding uncontrollably down the hillside as gravity proceeded to remind the animals who was truly the king of the mountain. The grin proceeded to fall off the trident-user's face. They certainly wouldn't be eating those wolves any time soon.

But there was a bigger problem. Something rockier than just wolves.

Actual rocks rolling down.

"Anybody gotta way to take out those boulders?" he shouted over the wind.

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✠ G R A D O N G I L T W I T H ✠

⛨ Current Location: Mountain Path ⛨

"Esther calm down. There's no such things as ghosts, trust me," Gradon said, trying to get a better grip on his classmate. While he had no doubt Althea needed help, this weather was just too hazardous for either of them to be leaping into the fray blind. That, and he could somewhat hear the pounding of crunching snow underfoot, indicating that some of the other cadets had got the memo that something wasn't right.

Yet as he strained to hear over the snow and wind, another set of pounding was noticed and seemed to be getting louder with each passing second. "Wolves? Right now?" he asked to the air as the creatures made their appearances known. Hungry and feral, it was just their luck that they would be targeting them now of all times. Worse yet, Esther had somehow gotten separated from him as the wolves descended on their group in large numbers.

Activating his Vessel, Gradon held Round Table out before him and batted away the leaping creatures. He was just barely able to hear the Captain's command, indicating that yes, they were under attack. "Esther! Esther, where are you!" he called out, stumbling in the storm to locate the girl. "Esther-" Gradon stumbled backwards, legs hitting something large and warm. Rolling in the snow, it took a few moments of dazed wonder to note that he had tripped over one of the wolves.

"Oh, Esther. There you are," he said, getting up and brushing himself off. "We should probably get back to the main group before-oh." Now he saw that he had tripped over one of three wolves, each of which were snarling now. So that was what had been keeping her back. "Get ready to fight," he said to Esther, holding his blade out and slashing as soon as the wolves jumped at them.

Back at Althea's location, the mysterious girl paused to actually comprehend the words being spoken to her. Was…Was she being serious? Blinking, she allowed Althea to wrap her arms around her in a bear hug, twisting about to give the masked girl a look of raised eyebrow. And then she slammed her elbow into Althea's gut, throwing her off and away. Did she look like some poor soul lost in the snow?

Well, actually, maybe a little…no time to ponder on that now. Not when a boy seemed to manifest out of nowhere, all with a bad pun and a swing of an axe. Winking at him, the girl spun about and slammed the heel of her boot into the flat side of the weapon to knock it away. Whoever she was, she certainly had flexibility…and some steel boots too.

All smiles, she ignored both the boy and the rapidly approaching form of other cadets to turn and locate Althea. Eyes trailing to her side, the mismatched girl bared a happy grin, revealed a healthy amount of what looked like shark teeth. Without waiting any longer she leapt at Althea, eager to tear the diary away from her form and disappear again into the snow.

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@McFazzer

As she flew through the air Althea was still under the impression that she was dealing with a delirious woman. Her initial words, her false request for help, had shaped Althea's entire reaction to the situation.

It wasn't until the woman effortlessly parried Crispin's ax blow with a spin kick that Althea realized she had made the wrong judgment. She should have gone with her soldier training in the first place, it seemed. However it was the shark grin that actually kicked her into fighting mode. That was incredibly freaky. What kind of person filed their teeth like that, it was absurd.

As the woman lunged for her she grabbed her knife with her left hand and channeled her magic in her right. She thrust up with both, vaguely aiming to stab the woman's hand as it reached to grab her. At the same time she she closed her eyes and crushed the vile in her right hand.

There was a deafening explosion and a brilliant flash of light escaped from her fist as the magnesium and other chemicals reacted with the water in the air, causing a violent exothermic reaction right in front the woman's face. The flash powder detonation was not harmful in a lethal sense, but neither of them would be hearing or seeing anything for some time. Althea's closed eyes, hood and tinted lenses would protect her slightly but it was still a painful thing to do to herself.

She had chosen flash powder because she doubted crisp would be willing to help her if she had used one of her gasses, nor would they be fast enough and there was no way she was using acid this close to herself. She was also hoping her blind stab and gauntleted punch would force the stunned woman off of her.

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As Tzi stated, it was now apparent there was something out there. Leon wasn't sure it was a ghost, but there was something starting a ruckus with the rest of their group. However, just as Tzi had also observed, there was little they could do without dumping Wagnill and leaving him to his fate in the cold and the wild. They could not in good conscience abandon one comrade to save another, so they could only hope the others would be able to deal with the situation. In due time, their decision to stand by Wagnill was partially vindicated by the encroachment of a pack of wolves on their position. A number of them seemed to have eyes for Wagnill. Leon was now soundly regretting having volunteered his vessel for the stretcher. If only they could have used something else for it, he could have jumped into action more readily. Fortunately, Tzi had a move ready for the wolves moving upon them and Wagnill. They were saved from the initial strike.

It quickly became apparent that the wolves had other methods of attack up their sleeves. Frankly, Leon was surprised that the wolves were cunning enough to fathom the idea of using boulders to attack them. Even if there were no actual ghosts around, Leon was starting to wonder if spirits weren't arraying to empower any and all enemies they had to deal with on this march to Orello. "Hold Wagnill steady!" Leon roared at Tzi. He then tilted his glaive to face the ground and rammed it in. A spiny wall erupted from the ground, which would hopefully offer them shelter from any boulders hurtling towards them. The wolves would find they couldn't leap at them directly either. Of course, it wouldn't help anyone that wasn't standing on the same path as Leon's wall. "We really need to regroup. We're fighting with our hands tied behind our backs here." Leon told Tzi. While they had their tricks, if those wolves were half as determined as they seemed, they couldn't stay here forever. They needed someone to keep the wolves off them, or alternatively, they needed to be able to put Wagnill somewhere safe so they could use their weapons properly.