[System]
Age: 27

Species: Human

Appearance:

Keyblades:

Keyblade Powers:
A its name suggests, this Keyblade can (on very rare occasions) cast the infamous Doom spell upon a target it strikes. It offers no enhancements to strength, but along with physical damage it can also "damage" a target's magical energy (MP) and siphon a portion of it back to the wielder.
This blade, formerly wielded by Ren, became renowned during the War for its ability, Runic Charge. When magic is cast directly at the wielder, the blade's Runic Charge allows the blade to absorb the spell, protecting the wielder from its otherwise harmful effect and gaining a slight strength boost in return. Spells can be absorbed consecutively, allowing for the power boost to increase with each spell absorbed. The absorbed energy can, at any time after a single spell is absorbed, be unleashed in the form of the Runic Slash, Ren's signature technique. The attack is a beam of non-elemental energy brought forth through a slashing motion, giving it the shape of a great blade of light.

Heart type: Valorous

Spells: Haste, Protect, Reflect

Bio: The Keyblade War is often spoken of as a great calamity, but that alone is an inadequate portrayal of just how horrible it was. Cyrus Grimm is one of a few who can truly testify to the horrors of the Keyblade War. Originally born in Radiant Garden, Cyrus first summoned a Keyblade at the tender age of 14. A young boy becoming a Wielder of the Keyblade may seem innocent enough at first glance, but then one realizes that it happened during the height of what would become known as the most calamitous war in history. Only then is the reality of Cyrus's life truly understood.

He was almost immediately drawn into the conflict. Various players in the war would always be on the lookout for fresh Keyblade Wielders they could manipulate for their own agenda, which was always to obtain the forbidden X-blade. Cyrus was no exception, and soon found himself with only one terrible choice: fight... or die. The choice was obvious, and Cyrus became one of many child soldiers participating in the conflict. Among other young Wielders, there was another who also hailed from Radiant Garden, a boy named Ren. Fighting under the same faction, Cyrus and Ren became fast friends.

But war has an unfortunate tendency to destroy families and friendships. While Ren increasingly detested the violence and soon just wanted to make it end, Cyrus began to see it as a necessary evil. By then the two had been fighting in the war for a few years, and Cyrus was definitely being changed by the experience. Where before he fought simply for his own survival, some time after his first official kill, he began to fight with increasing callous toward his enemies. Such was his coldness that others in the conflict began to call him by a different name, one reflective of the scythe-like nature of his Keyblade: The Grimm Reaper.

Cyrus, like Ren, wanted to put an end to the chaos. But that was where similarities between the two became skewed. Ren wanted to end the war through peace, but Cyrus believed that only the X-blade had the power to end the suffering. As such, the two drifted apart and a battle between the two became an inevitability. Fight they did, their battle even becoming a famous affair after the fact, and the battle ended with Cyrus killing the man he once called his best friend. Cyrus, though hardened by the war, was not so cruel as to not show respect to his former friend as he held the dying Ren in his arms. As it turned out, Cyrus's victory was due to Ren's unwillingness to fight, him even actively pulling his punches and essentially allowing his friend to kill him if that meant an ending to the war.

In his last moments, Ren said these dying words to his former friend, "Even as my enemy, there is none with whom I would more gladly entrust my heart. Take it, my blade, and use them to finally put an end to this bloody conflict." Thus Cyrus, after killing Ren, took upon him his friend's heart and, with it, inherited Ren's Keyblade, which he henceforth named Trusted Heart. Throughout the war, Cyrus had become well-known for wearing a dark cloak, especially after he became known as the Grimm Reaper, but he discarded that name and that persona after Ren's death. Instead he began to wear the attire of his fallen friend, a set of red armor along with a long, crimson scarf.

In honor of his fallen friend, Cyrus took it upon himself to carry on Ren's goal of ending the war and restoring peace. This goal has brought him to Twilight Town, a world that thus far managed to remain completely untouched by the violence of the Keyblade War.

Theme: Simon Blackquill ~ Distorted Swordsmanship

[User]
Cyrus didn't get much more sleep that night. Something about being in this temple seemed to keep his memories on his mind at all times. From the dream he had had previously, to the mysterious picture that shouldn't have been there, and finally now, with him sitting very much awake at a desk in his room. He was clearly burning the midnight oil, but at least he had found something now to keep himself busy. He found a small black book in the desk's drawer, its pages blank. Obviously it was meant for the room's occupant to use as a journal should they feel the need to keep one. Cyrus had never thought much of keeping a thing like that, at least not until now. He spent a good chunk of the night filling in pages of the small book. Overall he divided the book into two halves. The first half of the book's pages were to become memoirs of sorts, where he would write down the things he'd seen and done up until the present time. The second half of the book, he decided, was to be an active journal for recording thoughts, feelings, and events that were happening at present and going forward.

The first page was the hardest to write. But perhaps that was normal? It would make sense that a writer would have the greatest difficulty in deciding on a proper way to begin a book, and that appeared to be the case here. So Cyrus chose to leave the first page blank and start from the second page, where the actual entries would begin proper. He could write in a poetic intro of some kind later. From there it was a matter of starting from the beginning. And the beginning, for Cyrus at least, was the day his Keyblade came to him. He began by recounting the dream he had the night before Radiant Garden was attacked. His fighting a small group of Heartless and then managing to defeat the larger one before waking up.

After recounting how his Keyblade first appeared in the real world and his being saved by a Keyblade Master, Cyrus stopped and closed his eyes in order to think back to that day in greater detail...

---

"So you chose to follow me after all, did you?" asked the Keyblade Master when he noticed the young Cyrus running after him, "My name is Cormac. And yourself?"

"...Cyrus." the boy answered, his breathing made heavier by the running he'd just done, "So... you'll teach me?"

"Mmm." responded Cormac with a small nod, "But first, we need to do a quick rendezvous."

"With who?"

The man gave a sort of half-smile, "Let's just say you're not the first fresh Keyblade Wielder to follow me."

As they rounded a corner, Cyrus spotted a kid roughly his age. Short, blond hair with red clothes and a long crimson scarf blowing in the wind behind him. He was just finishing off a small group of Heartless with his own Keyblade, one with a less ornate design than Cyrus' and a somewhat bronze handle. Though he fought with some skill, he was obviously nowhere the level of Cormac, "Ren!" the Master called out, "I've found us a new Wielder, from this world like you. Looks like you'll get to have that training partner after all." the kid, Ren, turned around and raised an eyebrow at the sight of Cyrus. Still, he jogged over and gave a short respectful bow to his Master before speaking.

"As you say, Master." then he approached Cyrus and stuck out his hand, "I'm Ren, what's your name?"

Cyrus tentatively shook the kid's hand, "...Cyrus. Looks like I'm your new training partner."

"Good, good." said Cormac, "Now, Cyrus, if you're going to follow me then I expect you to always follow instruction. But more importantly, I have a small bit of rules that I expect you to remember... Ren?"

Ren cleared his throat, "Stay your blade from the Hearts of the Innocent." he began, even counting them off on his fingers as he went, "Strike down Corruption in all its forms wherever you may find it. Never compromise your Heart, be it to Light or Darkness, nor the Hearts of those who fight beside you."

Master Cormac cleared his throat a bit, "I believe you forgot one..."

Ren blinked in surprise, "Oops! And forever uphold the Beliefs held dear in your heart."

"That's better. Now, whose hungry? We can get something to eat before the training starts..."

---

Cyrus stopped a moment, and returned to the first page of the book. He finally settled on how he wanted the book to begin for whomever may read it in the future. It went something like this:

"Stay my blade from the Hearts of the Innocent.
Strike down Corruption in all its forms wherever I may find it.
Never compromise my Heart, be it to Light or Darkness, nor the Hearts of those who fight beside me.
And forever uphold the Beliefs held dear in my heart."

These were the principles I upheld. My creed. I once followed them, fought for them, without question and without regrets. And in spite of everything I've seen, all I've done... I still do. I was a boy back then. My world was small, confined, and so limited. But it was about to burst open wider than ever it had been. A war was raging, one I barely understood. But from the moment I said "yes", chose to follow the man who became my Master on that fateful day, my role was decided... even if I didn't know it yet. I had no idea just what the future had in store for me... nor the cost of it that I would bear. My name is Cyrus Grimm... and this is my story.

---

A knock on his door, and Arthal's morning call to everyone prompted Cyrus to take a break from writing. He closed the book, and pocketed it. He was unsure if they were ever to come back to here, and it would probably be wise to not leave a thing like this somewhere where someone could find it by chance. No, he would keep the book on him and write in it bit by bit whenever he found himself with a free moment. And although he expected those free moments to be few and far between, he wouldn't let that deter him from completing the book.

After leaving his room Cyrus made for the kitchen area. There he found Seth and Arthal, having breakfast from the look of it. Strangely, they're selections were entirely different, as if they had made breakfast separately. Cyrus soon got his answer to the riddle when he searched the cupboard, finding what looked like an already-prepared muffin and cup of coffee. A type of simple breakfast that Cyrus had taken to having for himself as the war often left little in the way of free time for cooking or leisure.

"Curious... this temple gets more interesting by the day it seems."

[Assistant]
Azazel looked over at the door as he heard a knock echo through the silence. Apparently it's time to go. He stared at the ceiling for a few seconds and got up. Time waits for no man, unless you know Stop magic. He chuckled at that random thought.

"I will be out momentarily." Azazel called to Arthal as he got dressed. After doing so, he exited his room and went to the kitchen to eat. He opened up the cupboard to prepare his food and raised an eyebrow at the sight before him. Some milk and a slice of pie. He took out the pie and took a bite of it. "Cinnamon pie." He whispered to himself quietly. Azazel frowned and threw the pie away. This temple knew too much.

He then decided to go see if there was a library, reading was good. He noticed Cyrus and waved as he passed him.

[User]
Arthal sighed walking up in front of the others he cleared his throat and spoke. "Sadly we won't have time to look deeper into the building for it's secret's. We will be using this as our base between missions, our first mission will be to the land of dragons to retrieve a piece of darkness their." He told gesturing them to crowd around a table in living space. He rolled out a map of the area they would be landing in. "Here's where the gate exit's, we will be using old warp gates to travel, though with their age we probably need to give them days to recharge between trips."

He showed them they would be exiting near the royal palace. "Supposedly Keyblade warriors had a good reputation here and got to build their gate here beside the palace." He sighed rubbed his head. "Problem is we don't if that's changed much since the war. We could be hated or loved, more they likely they probably just be wary." He sat the black orb down on the map, it pulsed gently now humming softly as it did. "I'll be using the orb to guide us towards the piece though the shard with it's extreme power could in a weapon or person. It could even have become it's own monster, if the orb fails us... Follow the heartless, they will always lead you to greater darkness." He sighed packing it all up straightening his clothes.

He looked towards warp room and summon his keyblade, lifting it a keyhole appear on the portal. "I'll be heading through first to get our bearings. Follow when ready, be sure you have anything you might need from here, we won't be back for several days." He finished a beam hitting the keyhole sudden the our burst into light and they could see the grand palace in the land of dragons. "I'll see you on the other side my friends." Waved the Elf before stepping forward reaching out when his hand touch the light he vanished. The orb and map safely in his bag before he'd departed.

[Assistant]
While eating the last bite of muffin, and sipping on whatever coffee was left in his cup, Cyrus heard Arthal's announcement and almost immediately proceeded to tense up. Though he tried not to show it, it wasn't hard to see in his reaction that the man had reservations about going to the Land of Dragons. Still, he finished his coffee and silently made his way to where the gate was so he could follow Arthal. Moments before that Azazel greeted him with a silent wave and Cyrus returned the favor.

"The Land of Dragons... last I heard their former Dynasty had all but crumbled into warring factions. Something about the Emperor dying and there being no heir to inherit his throne." Cyrus said aloud to anyone who cared enough to listen. Unfortunately, that was as much as he said before starting to clam up and saying nothing more on the matter. Again, it wouldn't take a genius to see that there was something about the affair that Cyrus wasn't telling them.

"In any case, I've visited the Land of Dragons before so I imagine you'll be needing me so we don't lose our way." he said with a short sigh that made him sound none-too-excited about the trip, "And, yes, they're sure to be wary of us. The war hasn't exactly been kind to their world."

Unable to put it off any longer, he took a reluctant step through the warp gate. It was time to face one of the dark chapters of his past. How many years has it been? He asked himself mentally. Six? Seven? Either way, things are about to get... complicated.


[System]
Age: Age uncertain (appears as a young adult woman)
Gender: Female
Species: Half-Demon
Powers/skills: Mira is highly dextrous, able to dodge most anything thrown at her, also able to draw her gun and fire off in less than a second. In addition, she has a good eye and excellent judgement of character, traits she picked up tracking criminals. She's rather intelligent as well, as is expected in a bounty hunter.

Abilities: Mira has the ability to call upon the hellfire of her father, the demon Moloch. This is most notibly used to turn her bullets into powerful incindiary ammo, able to kill both mortal and demon alike. In addition, her demonic heritage allows her to travel freely between the living worlds and hell.

After slaying Bosheth during her campaign in all the 9 hells, Mira gained his ability to consume her defeated enemies through a black mist and heal herself through their biomass and/or spiritual energy. In addition, after killing Bosheth, his lesser demons came under her control, and she is able to summon them, abet in an unstable form that disintegrates a meare seconds after summoning to attack her enemies.

Weapons(cause why not?): At the start of her journey, Mira posessed a single six-shooter, a lever action rifle, and an elvish sabre. During her adventure, she aquired a second revolver, had both of them become infused with hellfire, had her rifle stolen, aquired a better rifle after tracking down a gang leader who had stolen high quality arms from the Imperial military, stole his modified rifle, and had her sabre destroyed by Bosheth, but replaced by Zabul after her victory over Moloch with an Angel's Longsword.

Crush: "Oh, I've been with a lot of women travelling around. Hmm, I guess there's my girl from Osco, an Orc girl, beatiful woman. Went off to Alexia to become a Crusader. I miss her a lot."
From: D&D OC, from my own setting/world
Appearance(s): For the most part, Mira looks human, but she has deathly pale skin and deep black hair and eyes. Her face is an odd one, looking strangly invoting yet menacing at the same time. Her hair is mostly worn in a very long ponytail, and she is almost always in her dark red Orcish made leather Duster. Beneith that is usually a black dress and baggy black pants underneath with a belt over her dress around the waist holding her revolver. Mira's teeth are all sharpened, although this is not due to her demon heritage, but rahter a memory of her rite of passage with the Orcs. Mira's rifle has orcish patterns painted on the stock. Bio(optional): A girl was born on the feast day of St. Lucan, the patron of the Fallen. When the child was born, her body was deathly pale, but hot like warm bathwater. Her mother had been a victim of a kidnapping by a rogue group of Moloch worshipers along with her infant daughter. The baby was sacrificed by burning, and the mother was reimpregnated by the leader of the group. Moloch had received the child's soul and corrupted it with his essance. When the mother had birthed her new child, she was horrified to find it was mearly her previous one, reborn to her once again, but with the influence of the fire demon. The child was cast out by the people of Little Portage, sent to die by drowning in the saltwater river Gul. But the child survived, making her way down river to the frontier town of Osco. Here, the baby was taken in by a tribe of native Orcs. Named Mira, the Oscanese Orcish word for fire due to her hot body temperature, she lived the life of any orcish child, falling in love with a girl named Yazgash, although Mira was devestated when she chose to immigrate to the Exarchate of Alexia. Seeing no reason to stay in Osco, Mira took the Gul River to the city of Alexandria over the Frontier, an Alexian province that was administered as part of the Black Sea Confederacy. Here she worked as a Bounty Hunter for many years until she got a job by a mysterious employer named Zabul. Zabul lead her on a journey that literally took her to Hell several times. As Mira struggled with her own heritage, she eventually gathered the strength to confront and free herself of her Father's connection to her life. Mira later discovered Zabul to be St. Lucan himself, sent to help Mira achieve her personal redemption from her (literal) demons of the past.
Other: Mira is a devout member of Isaism (her universe's equivalent of Catholicism) and had St. Lucan as her patron.

CS
Name: St. Lucan (Zabul)
Age: Old as the multiverse
Gender: Male
Species: Angel/reformed Demon
Powers/skills: When Zabul reformed and turned away from Iblis' demon movement and became Lucan, he lost all of his demonic powers. However, Isaiah was merciful on him and gave Lucan his Angelic powers back. Lucan is capable of flight in the form of levetation, strong telekinesis, telepathy with other angels, demons and half breeds, the ability to utilize light energy as a took or weapon (ex: flashes and lasers), realm travel and shapeshifting
Weapons(cause why not?): Two angelic longswords
Crush: n/a
From: my dnd universe
Appearance(s):

Bio(optional): The story begins at the apex of creation. Zabul was one of many angels of his world, the prototypes of all sapient life. However, Zabul became attracted to the words of another, eloquent angel named Iblis, who told the Angels to throw off the rule of Adonai and to rule the universe as they see fit. Iblis and his followers, the Arch Devils known now as Moloch, Bosheth, Mammon, Asmodeus, Lilith, and Zabul became marked as enemies. The 6 founders of the rebellion were banished to a prison dimension along with their followers, becoming Demons. While in Hell, Zabul became increasingly regretful for his actions. He suggested that they reconcile and plead for forgiveness. Iblis refused, expelling Zabul and his followers. However, Adonai's avatar Isaiah found the exiled demons and accepted their repentance, returning Zabul to an angel. However, Zabul would forever remain suceptable to mortal wounds as punishment for his involvement. Zabul, taking the Name of Lucan to clear his past, acts as the protector and patron of the doomed, and gardian of the damned. He has been following Mira due to a special intrest in her quests.
Other: n/a

[User] Appearing from a hellish portal, Mira found herself on an Island; as she shut the gateway, Mira had a look of confusion on her face. "Hmm, this...isn't right.." as she took a look at her equiptment, she decided to wander about a bit, maybe do some side work before returning to the Black Sea. "What is this place?" It was obviously an Island Chain, with others being clearly visable from a distance; Mira focused her power to summon a flying Demon to carry her over to another Island, before dropping over to where Arin was

[Assistant]
Held rose a eyebrow at beast boy. He met the boy before. Then he realized it. It's not the same beast boy. Most likely from another earth. "Well looks like your from another earth. Separate from my own. Well my name is Lex Luthor and I believe we're in another dimension."

"Names deadpool. But have the people in the crossover already know that....forget that last part." Deadpool said as he went I shake his hand but did a fake out and ran his hand down his head.

[User]
Arin nodded at the name then raised an eyebrow at whatever he was going to say, but then told him to forget about it. "Okay. Well, it's nice to meet you, Deadpool." He then saw a woman nearby them(Mira) and gave a friendly wave.

"I never knew there was more than one Earth." Beast boy said to the first sentence then heard him say his name and where he believed they were. "Dimension?" He questioned.

Joey began walking around the island, hoping to find his own person to talk to.

Hunter

The necromancer had seen a forest from behind him and hid there by keeping himself covered in shadows. While doing his best to keep hidden from any onlookers, his eyes scanned the area for a certain someone. I will find you, Dino boy. He mentally laughed at the thought. And I don't plan on running this time.

Vile

A portal formed itself a few meters away from the group of strangers and a man dressed in formal attire with a blue dress-shirt underneath stepped out. He took a look at the place. An island? He shrugged at this and just hoped he would get to cause chaos at some point. He observed the group from afar. Who should I torture first?

[Assistant] The sound of clanking metal was heard through out the forest. The sound was emanating from Count Helcrest who had drew his sword as he was exploring. 'Were am I?' he thought to himself as he walked.

[User]
Yes, were most likely in another dimension. I cant get in contact with anyone from Lexcorp." he said and pressed some buttons on his suit. he saw Titans tower was near. He rose a eyebrow and wondered how that was possible. He then used his suit to scan for all technology in the area. He saw a strange energy near(Helcrest)

Deadpool turned and saw Count Helcrest. "Wow, are you late for a D.N.D game buddy? nice cosplay though. Better then the ones who cosplay as me." He said and his eyes widen. he ran over and said "Thats a awesome sword! let me try it please!"

[Assistant]
Another portal opened, but this time it was on the air. It looked like a broken boundarty other than any kind of known portal. From it, the one who came was Sumireko, alongside a single Occult Ball. She looked around and thought about it. "Hmmm... is this somehow Gensokyo? It looks truly different and plain from what I've researched on the net.", she thought. By flying in the air, Sumireko could have a panoramic vision of the island. "I think I came to the wrong place. It's best if I head back-", she thought, but an unfortunate event happened.

The boundary she opened to the island got really unstable and broke itself, reverting back to the rest of the 6 Occult Balls. Then, one by one, they started to disappear, going to randomic places. "NOOOOOO!! The Occult Balls!!", she screamed. Even the one she had disappeared. This wasn't on my plans at all!! How I'll get back without having the Occult Balls?! I need them and now!!, she spoke. Looking downwards, she saw some people (Arin, Beast Boy, Deadpool, Mira and Count Helcrest) and one single person waling alone (Joey). Sighing hardly, she decided to descend and talk with them to see if someone had seen an Occult Ball.

[User]
Arin watched as Deadpool ran over to someone else. He is a strange one, I'll give him that. He thought to himself as he followed him over and stopped once he saw Helcrest. He looked at the sword when the loony red man mentioned it. As long as he doesn't use that on me, I'm good. He thought to himself.

"I can't get in contact with my team either." Beast boy said as he shifted to parrot.

Joey decided to do a bit of exploring, taking in his surroundings as he walked.

[Assistant] Count Helcrest could only stare at the strange red lunatic that was talking to him. "No. I am not letting use my sword. I don't even know you peasant," Helcrest said taking a few steps back.

[User] As Mira listened to the others around her, she decided to try and listen in on auras of other around her. Most of those around her gave off a human aura, that was normal, but it was the others that were of interest to her. Helcrest's aura was borderline demonic, but not quite, closer to Vampiric. She would keep her eye on him. The White haired boy, Arin, his was something abnormal, it was human but...different, she couldn't put an exact name on what else it was. It was then that she picked up on a human Aura *above* her. She looked up and saw Sumireko descending towards them. In addition, she picked up on what appeared to be...magical items. Was this girl a mage of some sort? Only one way to find out. Mira approached the girl and spoke to her. "You, are you a mage?" she asked, thinking that a Magic user would be useful in an unusual world. Even with her knowledge of the various planes connected to Hell, the magic users who studied the subject might be aware of where ever it was that they were now, plus a mage was always a good asset for adventuring. @MagusDream

[Assistant]
Dont know me? All the people know Deadpool! You know merc with the mouth. Great mutant mercenary to live. Best healing factor that makes Wolverine go" he put a wolverine mask on "I wish I had Deadpool's healing factor bubs." he took the mask off and said "My girlfriend is death. yea we cant see each other. Her exboyfriend was being a jealous prick and made me immortal. So I cant die." He shot himself in the head and said "ow..wait give me amminute. Ok all better" He stood up and creaked his neck "So can I see your sword now?"

Lex nods and said to beast boy and said "Follow me if you want to live." Lex began thinking he could manipulate this version of Beast Boy. he didnt seem as intelligent as the one he knew. He decided to goto the energy signature his suit picked up on and landed seeing Helcrest, a white haried guy, and a guy in a red suit, who looked like Deathstroke

[User] "M-Me? No, no, no. My powers are psychic, since normal humans can't use magic. Or, at the very least, in my world.", she said, while analyzing Mira profoundly. She was getting a little hyped of meeting some different people. After all, the possibilities of finding something related to the occult was big. Sumireko got a skull she uses to mainly track any trace of magicand found something curious about the person standing in front of her... and the rest, as well. "These types of aura... malevolent, mutant... even a somewhat human aura. If I might ask, is it possible that you all have powers?", she tried to ask Mira, in hopes of getting an answer.

[Assistant] Mira glanced around at the others after hearing what Sumireko said. "It would not surprise me at all, in fact it would make sense." Mira streched as she spoke, "I can verify that I have powers at least. Im a demon, technically a half demon but im more or less an arch devil by rank now". Mira then summoned a humanoid demon who immediately got on all fours so that Mira could use him as a chair, which she did, mostly just showing off for fun.


[System]
Chemist of the Night
ALIASES AND NICKNAMES: Jar, Chemist of the Night, JRock, The Cook.
AGE: 57
TURNED: June 4th, 1982

PERSONALITY:Fun-loving, dark-hearted, musical, calculating, hot-headed, passionate, mean-spirited and extremely ambitious. Don't let the rocker looks fool you, his business acumen is unmatched. His intelligence also makes him prideful and hard to get along with at times. Jareth also does everything with a dramatic - often theatrical and bordering on flamboyant - flair.

BIOGRAPHY: Jareth was at his prime in the late seventies and early eighties. He spent his days sleeping in and his nights getting drunk, high, and making music with the boys. Jareth was the lead singer and guitarist for Crim Son, a little band he started in his foster parents' garage - before they kicked him out, that is. I guess they didn't like the drugs, or his friends, or his music, or… him.

Even before vampirism - even with the excessive drug use - Jareth had a great mind, talent, and ambition on his side. His little garage band took off in the local Portland region, gaining a decent following and, fortunate for the boys, a few groupies. After a show one night, Jar was smoking out in the alley behind the bar when a hot little thing with fiery hair and a leather miniskirt approached him. Thinking her another groupie and always being one to objectify women, Jareth pinned her against the brick wall and kissed her hard and fast.

At his brutish reaction to her charm, the vampire woman clutched her hand around his chin and switched their position only to slam him against the wall with enough force to make him shudder. "No, no, little beauty. I'm going to teach you how to submit." She said in a purr.

Jareth can't remember much of what happened next, he remembers pain similar to getting a tattoo, except one his neck. He assumes that's when she bit him. But she didn't turn him then, oh no, that would have ruined all her fun. When he woke up he was tied up in leather and chains, coated in his own blood. She did things to him, evil torturous things, sometimes pleasurable things, and in a way it may have seemed like she was doing these things to show him that the way he treated women was wrong. But that wasn't the case, she was just evil, and her behavior only caused his hatred to grow, but Jareth was clever in his hatred. Such a clever boy.

The ruby-haired woman promised that if he should ever learn to submit to her, she would make him strong like she was, and he could be hers forever. Strength, Jareth craved to feel strong again, so he put his mind to work. He had convinced her that she had broken him, that he had come to love her in all the torture and time. So she turned him into a vampire, and as soon as he was able, he killed her.

It didn't take long for Jareth to figure out what his special powers were. His strengths in life became his strengths in death, as his brilliant mind constantly worked in overdrive. In the dawn of modern science, Jareth had a knack for things like chemistry and synthesis. And what did he do with his awesome powers, well he figured out how to make money, of course. Vampires, especially old vampires, get bored easily -They have an eternity to live, to explore, to contemplate, and they can't even get high? And what do vampires have a lot of, especially the older ones? Money, and they are more than willing to spend it, especially on the darker things in life.

Jareth got to work synthesizing a drug that works on vampires. He figured out a way to genetically and chemically alter human blood so that it gave vampires the effect of being high, a high much like that of tripping on acid. All vampires react to O-neg a bit differently, but for Jar, it gave him back the only thing he missed about his humanity: a way to escape his own mind. For some vampires it felt like ecstasy, or just pot, or acid, it could take you all the way up and then let you crash through the floorboards. For Jareth, it gave him back the inspiration he needed to continue with his music, it stopped the endless thinking, thinking, thinking…

Vampires took to O-neg like kids in a candy store, and before long, Jareth was one of the youngest extremely wealthy vampires in the US. Wealthy, but not famous, Jareth wasn't stupid; He kept his recipe hidden in his head and his work severely underground. In his travels, Jareth met Theo and they bonded like two f**ked up peas in a pod. Jareth is the money and brains behind Blod, and Theo is the brute strength. Theo was just the person that Jar needed to find in order to keep him safe from his own ambitious ways.

FAMILY: Rogue – Blod family member. Jareth keeps his membership to Blod a secret, much like his O-neg lab. Even Adelisa wouldn't recognize him as a Blod member… the only one who knows, and the only one who matters, is Theo.

POWER: Brilliant Mind. The whole idea of people having a stronger left brain or right brain doesn't apply to Jareth, he excels at both the arts and sciences. He is what the humans would call a bonafide genius. That being said, his mind is his own strength and weakness – it is impermeable to compulsion and mental manipulation, but his intelligence hinders his perception of social cues and morality.

SIDES: Downright evil. He likes other vampires, but he seeks out the fall of the other established families in the city, desiring to have the whole city in O-neg's grasp. Jareth is more than willing to drink from and kill humans. He is also known to be an extreme misogynist.

WEAPON:Chemical warfare, where he lacks in strength, he makes up for in intelligence and crafty weaponry. Homemade bombs and acids, chemicals and fire, those sorts of things are his forte.

OTHER:Don't let the rocker chic and the charm fool you, Jareth is NOT one of the good guys.

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"Good, see you then," Mirabelle said into the phone. She hesitated in pulling it away from her mouth to add, "Be careful," and only then hung up and slipped the iPhone back into its pocket. With the conversation quick and over with, she took a moment to listen to the sounds of her home; when she was satisfied nothing but Morven's presence was out of the ordinary, she returned back down the stairs to take her place as hostess again.

She stepped into Mithias' path and stepped back in some surprise. "Mithias, good. The rogues have become quite an issue and perhaps you should listen in," she said, beckoning him to follow her into the kitchen where Praetor lead the ancient.

They passed Klaus, who stood at the opening between the kitchen and main entrance with his arms crossed as he watched the scene. Like Praetor, his focus was also on the ancient. She looked so small and fragile, especially due to being sired barely out of childhood. It was fascinating contrast, him knowing the strength that came with age. Granted, if her directly really was animal blood alone, perhaps she wasn't terribly strong either. She seemed kind, as well. Uncalled for irritation rose in him, though he glanced at Praetor. Surely, his presence was the reason.

[Assistant] Mithias nodded to Mira and followed, noting the tension between Klaus and Praetor. He wouldn't speak until he had something valuable to add.

[Assistant] Within a few minutes the conversation was over and done. Otto sighed, he felt like the "vacation" was only to help prepare him for this. The air carried the scent of anger, sadness, and blood lust. Otto not like that last part, war between families could decimate a whole city. "Might as well get out of here." He mumbled to himself. Otto took a deep breath before crouching down, and then jumping into the air. He soared through the cold New York air, he had reached about 165 feet when he started to descend. With that first jump he had covered about 2 miles of road. He then slowed down he decent with his ability and rolled onto a roof only to spring back up into the air again. Otto repeated this about five times until he finally stood in front of the Kingston manor in all its glory. Otto took a deep breath, this would be the first time in 5 years he would see his family members face to face. He stumbled over to the porch and pressed the door bell.

[User] The strange familiarity the girl emminated became a burning curiosity, and while they were on the topic, Mithias had to ask. "Who was he? ...Morven." The heretofore silent black-haired vampire seemed to appear spontaneously out of the shadows. "Your sire. I wish to know."

[User] Dagda Blackmoore. Mithias remembered the name, as it was one of the last few vampires his sire had made. Mithias had asked once, long ago out of curiosity. He had been told that all his bloodline siblings were pretty much dead. Their father wasn't really counting on his children to make much longer than a millennia anymore and had made a habit of detaching himself from them... hence why Mithias had been abandoned to his own devices for so long and was nothing more than a loner, practically a bastard child, like so many fledglings nowadays. Never did he think he'd ever encounter a close relation. Mithias was a bit taken with his own realization when he answered, "He was one of my brothers."

[Assistant]
Klaus was surprised again to find Morven humoring Praetor; personally, he tended to avoid answering such questions. But goodness, she certainly was old--having a millennium on him and the Kingston bodyguard both. Then Mithias' took up the role of interrogator.

His gaze flickered to the door as the doorbell rang. Mirabelle, however, stepped by him with an "Excuse me," to her guest--she was expecting another, after all. And sure enough, when the door opened, there stood Otto. She greeted him with a tight hug and then pulled away to look him up and down, her hands at his face as she watched him with a big smile. Questions swelled in her mind--where've you been, are you okay, why are you back now--but she struggled to keep her composure with so many guests. So instead, she said, "Welcome home, Otto," and finally pulled away to let him in.

She was excited to have a family member return, but her smile faded slightly--she had other matters to attend to that she kept getting pulled away from. So, Mirabelle gave Otto a look, pleading for his patience, as she stepped back to the kitchen. Mithias and Morven were exchanging words, and she waited to discuss the prospect of peace between the families.

[User] Otto stood at the front door straining his ears to hear a sound within the home. He could feel the presence of another vampire near the front door, two in fact. He could not tell if they were Kingston if Blackmoore, so what were they doing here. Unfortunately, Otto was snapped back into reality when the front door finally opened, and Mira stood there. Otto smiled as he was greeted with a tight hug from Mira. He was a little nervous at first but eventually hugged her back. He was sure she had many questions but it looked like this was not the time. There seemed to be guests inside the home, one there embrace ended and he was welcomed, Otto walked into the home. Memories of the past flooded his mind, Otto fought to maintain his composure and was able to do so. Right now he needed his questions answered, he walked into the kitchen and greeted the two other vampires with a simple "How are you doing.". He walked over to a counter not to far from the table and took a seat atop it, waiting for his questions to be answered.

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Whether or not intentional, Mirabelle felt as if Morven was accusing her own family of being unable to maintain the city on their own. So when she spoke, her tone was cool and she struggled not to glare at the older vampire. "Yes, the unfortunate business probably brought upon your grandson for his past interactions with rogues," she pointed out. "New York City was perfectly fine before Alistair decided to settle him and his family here. It seems as if trouble follows them, if anything. We can handle rogues just as well as they can." Granted, her sire was arguably just that, but the less she added the better.

Klaus, however, picked up on where Morven's disapproval truly lied. Amusement lit his dark gaze and the corner of his lip pulled into a small grin. She only fed off of animals--of course the Blackmoore family's brutish ways were frustrating for her. The gears clicked together so easily in his head, but perhaps only because it takes one to know one. He glanced to Mira, then back to Morven as he contemplated his realization.

[User] Adelisa walked out of the bathroom, rubbing her arms self-conciously. She walked past the waitress from downstairs and the woman's eyes went straight to Adelisa's arms. The woman's eyes widened and she gasped. Adelisa brushed past her with a small sigh and climbed down the stairs, agrivated with the exposure. As she descended though, her mind went to the families that she met before the Blackmoores. She hadn't met many that survived long enough for her to warn them, but the ones she did warn were ignorant. She finally met a group that listened to her. It was strange... but it happened.

[Assistant]
"I am sorry." She said in a whisper that was bulging with tangible meaning. She couldn't remember the last time those three words passed her lips. Was it to Francis? Did she mean it then? Surely she meant it now, as her gut twisted in knots. When was the last time she felt emotions like sympathy and sorrow? Was it possible for her to feel… other feelings again as well?

A flush crept up her pale neck, but not enough to meet the cheek that Alistair placed a peck on. In his own nervousness he let out a slew of word vomit, making sure to fully inform her on what he knew about the situation. When he mentioned that he knew who took Maria, Trixy tilted her head in curiosity before she fumbled for her smart phone.

"What do you think this means? Blood is purposefully misspelled, you can tell because it's capitalized." Trixy said as she held the phone in her palm. She looked up at him with worry in her eyes before showing him the picture. "The blood was hers, the whole room screamed of her scent, that's why I was so sure that she was actually in there."

Beatrix chewed on her bottom lip with a fang and nodded in agreement with Alistair "She is still alive, but I don't think she's conscious. I couldn't reach her." She said, pointing a finger to her temple as she said 'reach'. "Either that, or she is very far away." She offered.

"Tonight, you say? Should we try to get some rest during the day?" she asked, as if rest was possible. Trixy finally offered the dress to Alistair, she had pulled it off the wall to give to him, after all.


[System]
Appearance:

Personality: Mithias is lost in an eternal and futile struggle to maintain his morality. He really doesn't have a clue anymore what's right or wrong but can't resist the pursuit of the idea. He's forgotten a lot of his past, and not willingly. Vague memories and familiarities resurface every now and again, leaving his questions unanswered. Having no idea what events left him this way, he forgoes ever hoping to learn and forces himself to move on, helping others instead of caring about his own past. He's fairly friendly. Surviving is a lot easier with allies.

Abilities:

Mind-ward
Pyrokinesis
Telekinesis
Blood-drinking (health and power gain)
Fast-healing/regeneration
Supernatural level speed and strength
Unaging
Basic fighting

Equipment:

Swords, Jacket, guns, claws, etc.

Origin: Hell's Coffee Lounge
Theme Song: To be decided.

[User]
Eto Yoshimura

@Absolis@Flamelord@thewizardguy@Wraithblade6

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What the ghouls could smell and ADVENT had detected in the last second would finally emerge under the form of a massive pod bursting through the center of the peace shrine. As it would then expose its contents, acid would be sprayed all over the area in an attempt to soak the attendees. Tatara would already have his white coat lowered to his waist, exposing his upper body. A red tentacle-like Kagune resembling an absurdly long tongue would swiftly emerge and shield the Outliners targeted. The acid would burn the Kagune somewhat, though it seemed the burnt portions would be severed off instantly by a second Kagune of exactly the same shape; the appendage would simply whip the other and slice the portions off.

"Oswald, we're leaving."

Ordered a more stern and solemn Eto as she'd stand and turn to follow the Speaker and elder Quincy who were already making their way toward the exit. At this point, Tatara's Kagune would rapidly wrap around him and breakdown into a foul and monstrous armor that spared no part of his body. While still humanoid, only his mask would remain out of the whole metamorphosis, leaving only the body of a completely turned monstrosity exhaling loudly with constant flames burst out of his 'mouth'. Multiple of these tyranid creatures would of course aim for the Outliners and especially the flashy one of the gang. The morphed ghoul would easily obliterate the minions charging at him with the masses formed under his arms while his Kakuja armor easily tanked their assault.

Evidently these creatures could pierce ghoul flesh, but a Kakuja was definitely another story.

Flames would suddenly be released out of the Kakuja's entire visage, not just his mouth, and engulf the entire center of the meeting kiosk with searing flames going over 4000 degrees Celsius. Inevitably the Tyranids caught in the the flames would have little to no chance at doing anything about it. Tatara would slowly back up as the whole floating meeting spot would quickly catch on fire as the RC cells that ignited the fire would spread on even the most resilient of fabrics and start cooking the foundations.

Meanwhile, Eto and her two lackeys were speed walking their way out with Tatara covering their retreat. They would be surprised when a few of these critters would emerge from difficult to access areas and assault them before they could reach their UFO transport ship. Eto would be swift to react and defend the Speaker at all cost with her Ukaku Kagune launching large spears of RC cells at the speed of bullets at the assailants. The Elder quincy would also be quick and draw a Reishi-created blade and cut down a couple. Little did he know that a smaller one of the minion Tyranids would have been able to exploit an opening and scratch his ankle.

Eto would of course witness it and quickly impale the menacing creature with her Kagune projectile, killing it off quickly. The older quincy would look up at her fear in his eyes.

"Oh no, Terry! What are we going to do?! ..."

She seemed distressed, even saddened that her colleague had been struck by what the Imperium representative had announced was fatal and a massive risk if kept alive. The man would look at his wound, just as distressed before looking back at his superior.

"Eto, I think I- ..."

The ghoul's more monstrous Kagune would have lunged and impaled the man's entire abdomen, cutting him off instantly.

"I forgot my lighter than none of you smoke so ... Guess it's stomach city for you!~"

The Speaker seemed indifferent as he'd only glance at the scene before rushing into the UFO. The older quincy would widen his eyes at Eto's display of cruelty and jolly reaction to his inevitable fate. Her Kagune would rise before catapulting the impaled man over Tatara. The timing was just right, as the Kakuja spewed a new wall of flames, blasting to ashes the Quincy in the process. Kagune new retracted, Eto cough as she noticed Tatara's flames filling the area with noxious fumes.

The Head Executive would make her way to safety within the UFO ship that hadn't been invaded yet while waiting for Oswald and Tatara. With her around there was little chance of a breach if they were to hurry.

Meanwhile ...

The Temple Ship they had brought over for the Envisioning One's luxury was under heavy fire. Many of the pods would attempt to pierce through, though the many layers of alloys used by ADVENT would prove to make the task difficult. By then the Tyranids would have the misfortune of having the Outliners' leader within the ship, an entity said to be able to confront the other two grand leaders. Whether it was true or not was a mystery, but it was an accepted truth that they wielded exceptional power.

With radars and maintenance systems alerting of an imminent breach, the entity that had be teleported back to the ship thanks to the Avatars would simply sit on their previous seat, overlooking the panicked crew. While a simply gesture of their hand, a massive power spike would have been detected by every organization with eyes on Arcadia, and the Tyranids' hivemind would also sense it. A danger that had awoken as they rattled the wasp hive.

A massive explosion of repulsive gravitation force would effortlessly push back all the beings outside of the ship, ejecting them hundreds of miles backwards. The smaller beings out of their pods would be completely rendered to mush with the force alone. The ship was Tyranid-free for a moment, allowing them to raise an energy barrier to safely push any returning force long enough for the Temple Ship to vanish back into the massive portal it previously emerged from.

The shock of the gravity blast would have been felt all around the world, provoking seismic reactions to the nearby continents while rogue Tsunamis would hit the closest coastlines for a good hour. The burning negotiation area would be somewhat shaken, but otherwise spared from anything of consequence.

[Assistant]
@supertinyking@Nightknight@Absolis

A jolt of panic still running through his veins, Damien felt the grip of Firebrand's feet around his shoulders and was rescued from a bone-crushing death. He watched in a mix of both horror and intrigue as the rooftop accellerated downward away from him. It was like the building had jumped off of him instead of the usual vice versa. The sound was deafening as it collapsed on its own rubble and a thick cloud of smoke and dust bilolowed up rapidly. Firebrand moved away accordingly and had another demon to bestow his powerful amulet around Damien's neck. The necromancer gave no resistance, having jsut had his life saved, although the symbolism of collaring him did not escape his notice.

Instantly, he felt the firey warmth of the claw talisman affect him. The feeling was familiar, akin to the infernal, and welcomed by his darkened heart. Firebrand gave him free license to make use of the talisman's power, and that is exactly what Damien would do.

The red light on Enki was reaching its maximum, and Damien quickly realized it was a weapon of mass destruction charging up. The only way to survive now was to avoid being caught in its blast, but neither flying nor falling at that very moment could've escaped its range. A bead of sweat dropped from Damien's brow as he felt the wind of the wing-beats of the demon above him. This demon had seen what he could do with his necromantic magic and had given him his trust, not by any coersion, but by its own free will. He wasn't going to let that victory be lost now.

Grabbing onto Firebrand's feet, Damien drew on the power of the talisman to empower his ability and shifted both himself and his flying ally into the spectral plane. Outwardly, it would have looked like the two beings simply vanished a second before the laser cannon went off. Inside the shadowy realm, Firebrand and Damien would watch in a sort of slow motion as the laser blast shot right through them, or where they had been, then went awry in its course behind them.

Before Viral had been blasted off the side of the office tower, Damien had placed one final spell upon him, a curse, a hex. He had done it as a precaution, incase Viral had any kind of resistance to his sickness and fear spells, and now such precaution would show its worth. The curse would ruin Viral's aim, causing him to suffer a high miss chance with every attack he made. The tank he had thrown with Enki hadn't crushed Mortanius, and the laser blast managed to barely wiff on catching any of the other heros. Oh sure, it destroyed buildings and carved a swath of hellscape on part of the city, but Oso, Cyano, Morty, and any other important, plot-armored PC's not heretofore mentioned, somehow lived.

Damien and Firebrand re-materialized behind Enki as they exited Damien's spectral death-plane together, in spell casting range, and they were safely on the ground.

"...I am here to show them their place. Any who wish to follow me are free to. I am in need of troops..."

Just as Viral sat back in his chair, confident about the terror he had inflicted with his mech's laser canon, he began to feel something wrong. His vision began to darken, and the familiar sensation of death-magic ws upon him. Then, he lost all sight completely. Panic ensued.

Damien chuckled darkly. "Heh heh. You are in need of troops? Bah. This world does not belong to you, Viral. It doesn't belong to any of us. This world languishes since the dawn of existance, since its damnnation by chaos. It awaits the return of The First who has promised to cleanse and reclaim it. You are a stray dog who knows nothing of the truth. You ARE nothing." Damien signaled to Firebrand and the others to get ready to tear Viral apart.

Hundreds of skeletal arms reached out of the ground centered around Damien, grabbing the legs of any remaining enemy troops, clawing at them and incapacitating them as he continued to taunt Viral. "All who stand in His way will fall, as it is fortold. You will not defeat me, because He commands me and He is the strongest. Your army has fallen, and you unfortunately, cannot command the dead, so... Submit, Viral, or I will will make your last moments very painful." Damien grinned from the ground somewhere around Enki.

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Having rolled through the cupcakes and skidded to a halt in front of the parked Imperial ship, Mithias quickly looked back and forth like a cornered rabbit between the strange teenager vampire and the halted horde of venomous aliens behind him. With soaked, corroded blades still raised, a slowly healing wound across his chest, and covered in green and red blood, he panted a few breaths while the air was decent. It appeared the hormogaunts weren't coming any closer, and Mithias could feel the aura that seemed to be holding them at bay. Slowly, he turned his head to the other vampire and lowered his swords.

Frequent confusion was a plague on his immortal life it seemed, as Mithias was always finding himself in worlds he didn't understand and with beings he could never have dreamed of, and the fact that he could not remember who he was or where he had come from made it all the harder to relate. Where was his place supposed to be when he was always a stranger and never fit in? After all this time, he had just given up in searching for it.

But now there stood before him, or rather lounged before him, a being that claimed to be kin, a vampire, clearly, and something about this vampire stabbed Mithias' memory like a razor-sharp dagger. He stood frozen, golden eyes staring, as he scrambled to recall anything he could with a connection to the being he was seeing. Something was there... Something! A name? Ss.. Su... Sue-something, but he knew that wasn't it. It was gone.

The aura was familiar, and his feelings told of a deep connection, deep to the level of his soul. Feelings like elation and reverence came to him, despite the fact that this vampire had just threatened to kill him a moment ago. The urge to drop to a knee was strong. For some reason, his heart innately belonged to this vampire.

One foot stepped forward and Mithias mentally forced himself to remain standing. The effort was visible that he was resisting immediate submission. Could this be the first time that a being with emotional control had been able to sway him?? He furrowed his brow and replied calmly but with conviction, "I am nobody's servant." He stepped forward again, his resolve strengthened by his own words. He had no reason to withhold his name, which was the one thing he had retained throuout time, and perhaps giving it would provide more insight on who this person was. "My name is Mithias. Have we met?"


[System]
Age: 17

Appearance: At a height of 200cm tall and incredibly muscular, it is pretty common to see Tzi shirtless when not in academy uniform, baring his body to the world. Shirts aren't really too important to him, so one has to remind him every time he forgets to wear one. It's a source of contention, but it's almost impossible to change his opinion on them.

Bio/Summary: An energetic and forward youth from a barren archipelago in the North Sea, Tzi always enjoys a challenge, throwing himself head-first into any situation that strikes his fancy. It's the reason why he was so willing to simply leave his island home one day, jumping into the salty surf to swim to the mainland where opportunities abounded. There, he drifted from ring to ring, fighting anybody who'd take him on for fun and profit. Sometimes he won, sometimes he lost, but his grinning visage, one that never disappeared no matter what trouble fell in his path, was imprinted on the minds of recruiters for the Military Academy, and soon enough, his martial talents were requested for a greater cause: the protection of the glorious Imperium.

He didn't mind. For Tzi, the chance to fight in the name of the Empire only signified excitement and wonder. Never one to shy from an offer (also explaining his frighteningly immense knowledge about all sorts of foodstuffs and how to cook them), he was inducted as a student into Cadenza, where it was hoped that his devil-may-care attitude and unshakable adoration for a good fight could be better channelled.

So far he really likes the place, though people have been admonishing his tendency to throw caution (and his shirts) to the wind.

Vessel: When not active, Tzi's Retiarius actually consists of two items: a carving knife and carving fork lacking in decoration. They are typically used during meal times, but when called upon, the pair fuses and enlarges into a wicked trident, one with a small anchor attached to its rear, that instills fear into the hearts of seafood.

Abilities:
Casting the Net - a net made of heavy magical fibres is produced by the Retiarius, usually shooting out of the trident's length to catch and trap those unfortunate enough to be in its way (whether they be fish or Tzi's foes). Escaping is particularly difficult due to the toughness of the net and its weight.

Catch and Release - the rear end of the Retiarius is an anchor that can be launched at the environment and others to latch onto or wrap around them with a glowing chain, allowing for either rapid movement towards enemies or around the battlefield.

Backlash - if somebody is in contact with the Retiarius or caught in its nets, any damage that Tzi experiences will be distributed between him and them.

Equipment: A portable grill; diary.

Trivia/Other: He is very well-versed in the cooking world (much to anyone's surprise), but can be incredibly critical of other people's cooking. He might've even been considered connoisseur if his descriptions were more flowery. He does however, have a stubborn streak over spicy foods (he likes them, but really can't handle the spice).

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Natus narrowed his eyes, he didn't like the feel of this man. Speaking in his normal tone and tenner, [color-lightgray] "When I entered this holy place, you asked if I was a good boy. I will tell you this once, behave yourself. If you cause trouble, on my honor of the Finis name, it will be you that will pass to the next life."

He then turned his head over to his classmate, "Clean, I will also suggest to you that you do not make a habit of defiling holy ground. I can over-look the offense this one time, but I might not be so kind in the future."

He had fully grabbed his dagger in his hand, though it was still in his holster, and he was mentally prepared for battle. However, he simply walked towards the door and went towards the inn. He could pray there.

[Assistant]
"I. Um. I thought you saying it was classified was informing us that we weren't supposed to tell other people rather than it being purely the purview of command. In hindsight that makes sense though. My apologies Captain, I'm still getting used to military jargon"

While it was entirely hidden by her mask it was pretty obvious from her voice she was blushing furiously beneath it.

She wasn't exactly the highest grading student, what with her splitting her time between her official training at the academy and her heading back over to the Institute in her free time to continue her medical training. As a result her understanding of military stuff was a bit spotty. Now that the thought about it, she hadn't exactly been very helpful militarily during this whole expedition. She resolved to do better on that front in future.

"I understand what you mean by being careful. Believe me, as a Doctor
in training
, I'm not about to do something that gets people hurt. While no amount of thinking will prevent disaster if we don't have all the information to make the right decision, I can understand that we trainees can't be trusted with sensitive information, lest it end up in the wrong hands."

After a few moments of contemplation she added, rather redundantly as a result of the adult comment.

"Though considering you and the princess are the ones making the decisions and presumably know what is going on, I guess that answers my own grievance"

 In a sense she was trying to make herself feel less patronised by coming to the same conclusion via her own line of reasoning. It didn't work particularly well.

Still somewhat embarrassed about all this she tried to switch the conversation to something else the Captain had said.

"So what caused those colonisation efforts to fail anyway?"

[User]
Leon Brandeau

It was as Althea eventually mentioned; Leon had thought she meant they weren't to tell anyone else, not that the information would not be shared with those that had fought for it either. Truth be told, he could see how that was naive of him to believe. It was something his elder brother had criticized in him and the others in his family often, and it was the reason many in the Brandeau family gravitated to low ranking positions rather than high command. Still, he had yet to forswear his idealism, and this situation had hardly changed that. What had changed was his opinion of the captain. His only question was whether her response could have been any more patronizing, condescending and down right rude. To ask if there was something wrong with them merely for asking, as if they were idiots, was the height of insulting. On top of that, she chose to give them some speech about how they should "let the adults take care of things", as though she had assumed they had every intention of running out the door and avenging Wagnil this instant. It was an offense to the dedication Leon had shown so far; what on earth could he be counted on, if not following orders? It was as if the captain had no idea who he was.

Silently enduring her nonsense, when she finally finished Leon told her, "Nothing further, Captain." Then he left. He was going to go do laps of the village or practise with his vessel or something. They had a mission to prepare for, and the mission was important, but the captain was not.

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Regina finally reached the bathhouse after her book distracted her from heading there immediately. She was on a very good scene about how a princess was about to the prince rather than the other way around. However, after seeing a few others head to the baths Regina finally decided that she should get back to the task she had in mind. Closing the book and adjusting her glasses, Regina approached the old woman and gave her the money, which may or may not be from her own bank account, taking the towel provided and entered the changing room.

She noticed three of the lockers were occupied by belongings of the other members of the class, and Regina briefly considered taking something from them. After all, most of the nobles that she has met, especially noble children, always treated her like garbage even if she was part of the nobility herself. However, her father came into mind and Regina recalled what he said. While she should not get caught, she should also not be the aggressor first, and so Regina instead just focused on changing out of her clothes, putting away her glasses and heading out into the hotspring, with nothing but a towel to cover her petite form. This was of course not her first time in a public bathhouse having gone with her father in one but she did know the looks that she would get from, mostly, males and did not desire this attention should one come in. She found three others already inside after peeking her head outside the entrance to the pool, but due to her near-sighted eyes she could not see who they were exactly combined with not being familiar with any of her classmates. However, she did hear the mention of Leblanc and Szeren, names who she noted were among the list of classmates that she would be working with. Regina thought about going to a different pool, but this was as good of a time as any to mingle. Quietly, she walked over to the pool, dropped her towel, and eased herself into a spot near the edge. Not like she could help being quiet: her father taught her to be stealthy from a young age and that training stuck.

"Ahh, it has been a while since I've been to a place like this!" Regina commented to no one in particular, closing her eyes to relax. She knew there were two classmates here, Szeren and Leblanc, but she only vaguely knew Szeren for having traveled with her with the Princess's escort. However, who was the blonde and green-hair? One of them was Leblanc of course but which one? Regina figured she was about to find out.

@TheFake@Lonewolf685

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The Golden Sheep

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"More often than not it's the monsters, there's too many of them to get rid of. When there are no monsters, there's wild animals or even the weather," the Captain replied to Althea while paying attention to Leon's behavior as he left them. The poor kid couldn't even disguise his displeasure. The best thing to do was give him time, thus Sonata remained silent, turning her attention back to her drinks unless Althea had anything else to ask.

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Orello

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The night would soon pass, bringing a new morning to follow it.

While the Princess conducted her review of Orello's troops, the Cadets would find themselves lined up in front of the Captain, outside of the fort. "Listen up, Cadets!" The Captain said, calling for their attention. "I have already informed you of the mission details so I'll not go over them again. From this time forward you'll be on your own with the Princess and Viola. I'll wait for your return here at Orello. This will be the last mission of some of you before graduating, so make it count, and don't die on me. I don't want to be the one to present your parents with a medal," she said with a less stern voice.

"There they are," the Captain said as soon as Viola and the Princess walked out of Orello, ready to join the Cadets' group. "I wish the best of luck for all of you," she said right after saluting the Princess and leaving back to Fort Orello."I'm sorry it took us so long. You won't believe what that Commander did to sneak his way out of a problem," Viola said as she joined the group once again, now completely armed and ready for their long expedition.

Meanwhile, the Princess remained silent for a few moments, pacing back and forth to take a better look at the Cadets. Once she was satisfied, with her evaluation, she said, "Before anything else, thank you for being here. I know that this may have come as a surprise for some of you but the truth is that, as an Academy mate of all of you, I believe this will be a good chance for all of us to learn more together."

"Please, don't feel intimidated by my social standing or rank. I'm as much of a student as you are. In fact, I propose that as soon as we stop for lunch we decide who will the leader of this expedition by voting," the Princess continued her speech talking in a normal tone, very different from the imposing one she used when she arrived at Orello, "Sonata also told me that you are a very spirited group. She believes that all of you will have a brilliant future after being properly polished and I believe in her assessment. So, how about dropping the formalities and have you call me Ires from now on as well?"

"Either way, how about we get going?" Ires said as she gestured for them to begin their march, keeping up the impression for the Orello guards that observed them from atop the fort's ramparts.

A few hours of marching later and the group would arrive at the destination of the first part of their trip, safe and sound for the time. The location of their resting spot were the old ruins of a village that succumbed a long time ago and was overrun by nature. A location that offered not only ample cover but fresh water and plenty of firewood as well. Certainly, they couldn't find anywhere better in this desolate region, or so Viola thought as she began to unpack and procure some provisions.

[Assistant]
With an excellent meal finished and the night passed in the comfortable beds of the village, it was no wonder that Tzi Ti'amtum woke up incredibly refreshed for the day ahead of him. His blood was pumping in anticipation of a chance of a good tussle with a monster, and the Cap's short speech only served to motivate him even further. A shiny new medal too! This was a serious opportunity for profit that they'd be given, especially with the Princess tagging along too!

With the Captain leaving them to their own devices, however, said member of royalty immediately took the reins in giving them another quick speech, one that Tzi focused on 100%, his arms crossed in front of his shirtless torso as he took in her words with the utmost of seriousness. She was definitely not what he'd expected from the biggest of bigwigs. He'd always thought they'd be more scary and intimidating, but the girl in front of them didn't seem like that anymore. Not when she wasn't using that hoity talk from earlier.

So that meant he probably wouldn't get smited bad if he took her up on her offer then!

"Fine by me, Ires," said Tzi with a grin, holding a thumbs-up of approval in the Princess' direction. If she said it was okay for them to be on first-name basis with one another, then he'd listen to what Her Imperial Highness wanted.

Besides, less worry of stumbling over formalities or whatever. It got a tad hard for him to wrap his head around sometimes.

And so their march began, one that the tall young man definitely enjoyed. It wasn't like he had just gotten off the islands or anything, but the sheer diversity of environments on the mainland were so exciting to see. Joining up with the Military Academy was definitely the right choice if he could see all this stuff. You couldn't get this much fun just by hanging around the docks and fighting folks, even if that was pretty entertaining too.

"Hey," he said as they finally stopped at their destination, crouching down next to where Viola was unpacking. "Need any help with that? And -"

This time, his question was directed towards the rest of the group.

"- think we should split up and grab water and wood first, or do that voting thing?"


[System]
Class: Troubadour

 Age: 19

 Sex: Female

 Appearance:

 Equipment: x1 Heal Staff, x2 Vulnerary

 Personality: Niya is not one to talk much, finding her words wasted on most people. Generally only speaking a few words at a time, sometimes far fewer than is appropriate, one could consider her bedside manner as a healer rather lacking. What little she speaks, is made up far more in actions, being a woman that prefers to let actions speak for her rather than hollow words. Coupled with a complete lack of a sense of self preservation, she is one who will have no problem riding her horse into a fusillade of arrows and magical spells to bring a comrade back up to their feet, because its her duty to do so. A sense of duty drives her actions, more so than anything else, although to whom this duty is sworn to is hazy, at best. But still, she will generally heal before harm when it matters, but one should not expect her to be nice about it.

 Biography: Born to Feroxian family, one would be surprised to hear this on first meeting the woman, but one word or action out of her casts any doubt of that aside. Both her parents were descendents of those who immigrated to Ferox after the wars over 70 years in the past, having progressively grown more adapted to the climate of the land, that much so with their own single daughter Niya. One would have expected a far more warlike occupation for a Feroxian, but her family had been apothecaries and healers prior to their immigration, and all the warriors in a war can only go as far as their wounds allow.

 Niya was trained in both apothecary and healing magics, usually acting as an attendant at arena battles and with bandit hunting patrols, ensuring battles did not end lethally (Without undue reason), and that the hunters and their quarry made it back alive (For the quarry, not necessarily alive AND well, just alive). Her quiet, harsh exterior was not unduly noticed by those she tended to, as the Feroxian woman provided far too vital of help to worry about her attitude. Spending much of her life either healing, or in the saddle, it was unsurprising that she would eventually not return home, just riding onwards with travelling supplies enough to get her to another land, and do more work there. Duty drove her on, as always.

 Niya had heard much about the Church of Naga, its teachings and plans for the world. A load of madness, lies, and hatred, the lady had decided quickly. This Champion of Naga, however, did not sound like the rest of the church, on a gut instinct's decision. That, and she suspected War would follow this Champion and whoever he ended up leading and siding with, and that meant the sick and injured would be there as well. So it was a natural fit for her to make her way for warmer climates, following the trail of this Champion of Naga as best as she could, the proud woman high on her horse taking time in each village to mend the injured and cure the sick, never giving a name or purpose, just asking one or two questions, seeing to the unwell, and moving on, earning a monicker of just "The White Lady" on the way.

[User]
Meline fell into a grassy patch, startling Jacob, he fell backwards onto the soft grass. "Uuumm, hi Meline what are you doing here?" Around them stood troops waiting for orders and placement. Jacob got up slowly shaking his head. "Welcome to Naga's gift, Robin had it when Chrom found the hero. We've made a couple copies of thanks to research done by Miriel but this is the original, it creates a field of battle and lets you place units before starting, then you lead them as the commander and try to defeat the opposition." He gave her a smile.

Outside Jacob simple stared at the board blankly, each piece moving along as if they were setting up for a epic match. "If you like you can fight with the enemy, or perhaps you would prefer to fight with me?" He smiled as continued to speak commands units simply moving there lifelessly. "Once the match is complete we can go back." He finished placing units and looked at the girl.

[Assistant]
Marianne's comment on helping with the inventory got a slow nod. Yea, lad champion had asked them to coral people and help, hadn't he? And it seemed like the royal certainly had the situation handled, and to be frank, Jerod wasn't a fan of hanging around bluebloods. His time in Ferox kind of settled that. So when Marianne waltzed off, Jerod smirked and chuckled, offering half a wave to the royal and knightess. "Ach, the dark spell spitter lass be right. Ye go coral th' rest o' the party, I'll go an' help Marianne an' the others with the inventory, aye? And have yer fun entertainin yer blueblood friend there, don't be makin' too much noise!"

Laughing loudly as he walked off after the Marianne, Jerod took his time catching up towards the direction the dark mage had gone. Ferox was not somewhere he ever wanted to return to. He supposed, looking at how others acted, that it was hardly surprising that each person here had their own secrets of some sort or another. Didn't mean he had to like it though, and he wouldn't, he would probably end up griping at Jacob for his own amusement and distraction. He would have to try and avoid any meetings or time spent in Ferox itself as much as possible. Get the job done, and get out. Less time he spent there, the better.

Lost in his own thoughts he nearly stumbled right into Marianne as she was hissing to herself. Oh, great, something else has got her stark raving mad, er, madder again. So he glanced into the hole as well, noting the dark magic charging in her hand, wondering what was pissing her off so much. The rude archer girl and the champion were sitting across some possessed chess board. That was odd, but their utterly blank and lifeless expressions were also very odd, and he muttered something to Marianne, quiet enough to make an honest attempt at being quiet. "Er, lass, wha' in the blazin' hells are ye up to? And what are they doin'? Strangest game o' chess I ever bloody well seen..."

[User]
_"Er, lass, wha' in the blazin' hells are ye up to? And what are they doin'? Strangest game o' chess I ever bloody well seen..."_

"Oh Jerod! You startled me," Marianne said, her tone reverting back to normal. The hex she was conjuring up was still dormant in her hand, though now it was of a much lower intensity than before. Raising a single finger, she brought it up to her cheek and tilted her head curiously.

"Me? Well I was simply minding my own business when the fearless leader fell under a seduction spell. I never would have imagined that Archer girl to be a Mage as well. That kind of thing seems next to impossible these days. Just look at the fearless leader's form! See how he's caught up in her spell?"

Whether or not she truly believed this or was just messing with Jerod had yet to be seen, though she sounded genuine enough. Actually, it was probably accurate to say that Marianne really believed Meline was some pervert who just wanted to ensnare her precious leader within her web. That couldn't really be the case of it, right? There was no proof of such personality traits or even a scientific analysis.

Then again, this _**was**_ Marianne. So whatever.

"Shouldn't we do something?" she asked, obvious concern in her voice for Jacob's sake.

[Assistant]
Meline was a tad confused at how she was outside until Jacob explained then she got somewhat annoyed but ultimately got more curious then anything so didn't really care to get annoyed.

"Hmm a place for training well would be nice to see how my cute leader fights so sure I'll fight beside you in this."

With that Meline got ready for whatever they were about to do wondering how it all worked but at the same time being extremely interested in it regardless.

"This should be interesting let's start this up!"

[User]
Jacob was about to to tell her how to escape the realm when she called him cute, he shut his mouth and looked away with a soft blush. "Alright then, units are set, here we go."

Suddenly the stone like soldiers began to move, a group of soldiers and mercenary's advanced first as enemy Calvary thundered forward. Jacob's face seemed stoic and prepared as he gave a sharp whistle, the mercenary's backpedaled and the soldiers hunkered down lances up shield in front. The horse's drove themselves onto the spears and the ones that managed to jump in time were meet with groups of mercenaries who put there skill to use engaging horse men mounted opponents pulling them down and finishing them off quickly.

The quickly fell back trying to regroup there army, to quick whistles and the archers let loose the siege weapons he had been holding back, Bastille's. The shots rained down on the poor unsuspecting troops, however the moment they were out of ammo the enemy struck back Wyverns swooped down upon them picking men up as other met an axe. Jacob rushed to his mages joining in as they unleashed wind tomes onto the enemies. The enemy in tatters he smiled at Meline. "It was an interesting fight, but I should get you back." With that the castle walls appeared before him, a king laying knocked over on the red side.

Outside Marianne and Jerod could see the the pieces moving by themselves at a astounding pace, pawns falling as knights moved forward, until finally the king opposite Jacob who had moves left simply toppled, as if the game itself had given in. Jacob had most of his board intact, a few pawns and both his rooks gone however.

[Assistant]
Meline was shocked at how short it was she thought her leader must be a genius and as good as they say though she soon saw he wasn't perfect and he did lose some troops but she felt she'd be safe under his command.

"Wow this is going well it's pretty fun too you learn alot by fighting with someone."

then Jacob told her he'd get her back Meline assumed he meant back to the room they had been in previously. It made her begin to wonder what was going on while they were in there it probably wasn't too long but the curiosity never left her mind. It was rather instant though the return one moment she was outside the next inside again and she noticed two people peeking into the room. They were two of the people she ran into before Isacc got her to walk away.

"Are you two spying on us? You didn't think we were in here together doing something naughty were you?"

she said that with a smiling face as if trying to hide the fact she was somewhat messing with the other girl having an odd feeling the girl wearing an eye patch had a thing for Jacob.

[User]
Marianne gave her opinion on the matter, as to what she was doing and why, and Jerod looked at her, and back to the archer girl, to Jacob, and back to her again. He repeated this a few times, his brain processing what she said and trying to figure out what kind of reasoning would have brought about that sheer jump in lunacy and conspiracy theory. Blinking, he shook his head to clear his mind and finally responded to Marianne, having shaken most of the confusion from his brain and moving forward. "Lass, ye got yerself a hell'uva theory, I ca' say tha' much. As fer doing somethin' lass, do ye think tamperin' would be wise? If there be a hex, I cannae' rightly say if ye could see it o' not. Might be some sort o' failsafe if she get mucked with overmuch, aye?"

Jerod was really just trying to find a way to prevent this from exploding off into some insane amount of violence in a situation that may or may not be innocent. Before he could continue though, the pieces started moving themselves, at an insane pace at that, with almost no losses from the lad's side. That would have been impressive, if it didn't spark a theory he could share with the dark mage lass. Thinking on the matter, he finally spoke again, using gestures to point out things, leaning over to point through the hole in the tent, the concept of personal space currently lost on the mercenary. "Look at tha' bloody mess on th' board! Me think's this ca' be a sort o' mind chess? Tha' orb doesn' look like anythin' the archer would carry, aye? I reckon tha' orb is part o' the chess set, savvy now lass?"

Jerod seemed genuinely focused on the situation at hand, as much as it seemed like paranoia on the part of Marianne, he wouldn't dismiss the theory and opinion from her. After all, as impossible as it might seem, she could be right. Better safe than sorry, especially with random folks who just showed up briefly and started picking fights within moments. So he was humoring the dark mage lass far more than he normally would consider doing. The girl came to though, and he raised an eyebrow as he commented. "Well, angry lass, ye see tha' leader all incapacitated like, ye are gonna investigate, aye?"