[System]
Race: Fallen Aasimar
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Appearance:

While she has a slight bit of a Celestial heritage, the is also a history of Fiend heritage. This is represented by a small black spade-ended tail from her posterior.

Level: 0
Proficiency: +1
Health: 1

Stats:
Strength – 9 (-1)
Dexterity – 14 (+2)
Constitution – 8 (-1)
Intelligence – 14 (+2)
Wisdom – 12 (+1)
Charisma – 17 (+3)

Proficient Skills:

Arcana +1(prof) + 2(mod) = +3
History +1(prof) + 2(mod) = +3

Proficient Tools:

Traits:

Languages: Common, Celestial, Infernal, Sylvan

Speed: Your base walking speed is 30 feet.

Darkvision: Blessed with a radiant soul, your vision can easily cut through darkness. You can see in dim light within 60 feet of you as if it were bright light, and in darkness as if it were dim light. You can't discern color in darkness, only shades of gray.

Celestial Resistance: You have resistance to necrotic damage and radiant damage.

Healing Hands: As an action, you can touch a creature and cause it to regain a number of hit points equal to your level. Once you use this trait, you can't use it again until you finish a long rest.

Light Bearer: You know the Light cantrip. Charisma is your spellcasting ability for it.

Researcher: When you attempt to learn or recall a piece of lore, if you do not know that information, you often know where and from whom you can obtain it. Usually, this information comes from a library, scriptorium, university, or a sage or other learned person or creature. Your DM might rule that the knowledge you seek is secreted away in an almost inaccessible place, or that it simply cannot be found. Unearthing the deepest secrets of the multiverse can require an adventure or even a whole campaign.

Abilities: N/A

Inventory: A bottle of black ink, quill, a small knife, a letter from her dead Foster Father posing a question you have not yet been able to answer, a set of common clothes, and a belt pouch containing 10 gp

Background: Katherine's beginning was a sad one. From what could be gathered, she was born as a being of celestial heritage known as an Aasimar. If it were just that, it would have been a wonderful existance... That said, she also had a spade-ended tail. Supposedly from past heritage of fiends. It would seem as if she was born from special parents, each of which had ancestors that were celestial and fiends. Unable to handle a supposed child of omen, she was abandoned on the steps of the God of Charity.

She was taken in, though not without hesitation. While the baby had the beautiful complexion of an Aasimar, they wondered what the tail on the child meant. Not long after, a street wizard by the name of Yorick Lindall, came by and spotted the child. He then asked a priestess what was the matter with her. The priestess then told him that her parents abandoned her, most in the church supposed that it was from the appearance of a spade-ended tail on what could be considered a celestial child. Many feared her as an ill omen, though such things were of course false.

Curious about the girl, Yorick offered to take her in. At first, the priestess was going to object, though she thought about how in the week since the girl showed up attendance has dropped and donations have as well. She excused herself to talk to the matron of the place. After a very short talk, the woman returned with a couple of items... A blanket, some mushed food and a few other things and handed the baby over to the man. He asked if the child had a name. The answer was no, he would have to name her. With hardly a thought, he decided to name her after his sister that died in childhood. Katherine. Katherine Lindall.

Yorick watched as Katherine grew up. She was like any other girl her age or rather, she was fairly smart. He took a guess, but he started to teach her about magic. The years they were together he taught her what he could about magic. How to tell what was magical, how to tell what exactly a magical item was... Alas, she never seemed keen on actually using magic. Nor did she seem accepting of the Spell Book he put together for her. Either way, he kept her working together with him on magical theories and problems. They lived a fairly happy life.

Around when Katherine was eight, two things started happening. Every week, she seemed to get a major headache that would go away after a couple of minutes, and Yorick got sick. At first, it was very minor but over time it got worse and worse. They still worked together until she was 10. 4 months before her birthday he was bed-ridden and unable to do anything. She took care of him until his death two months after she turned 11. He had income on a couple of different things, mostly things of an alchemical nature. Whatever the case, she could not afford for herself. She had enough money to pay for the man's funeral, and at the event.

At the climax of the funeral, after Yorick's body was laid to the ground and covered by some of the people in the poorer part of town that he had helped before, people came to give their condolences. That much was to be expected. Katherine seemed despondent. She stood in front of the grave for while after most everyone left. The only constant in her life was now gone. She hadn't even thought about what to do now. She didn't get much of a chance though as two rich people approached her. They greeted her, and she turned around. The both looked well to do. The male was in robes and well groomed. Meanwhile, Katherine couldn't keep her eyes off the woman... Until she realized she was looking at her as much as she was.

The two introduced themselves as the heads of House Fiore. A family of Sorcerers and Wizards. They continued that they owed a debt to Yorick and when he knew that he was going to die, he asked them to watch after his little girl for him. A well to do house would do better than a dead man after all. With that in mind, they attended the funeral and allowed Katherine to sit through her grief before asking. The girl thought for a few minutes but she soon came to an answer.

Katherine had little else she could do but accept. However, she asked if she could gather a few things from her home before she followed them to her new one. They allowed it and she quickly made it to the small house gathering some supplies. Her favorite writing quill, a couple of books she shared fond memories of, a small knife that Yorick used to gather ingredients and Yorick's component pouch that he kept 10 gold coins in. Just in case. After she was done, she left and followed the couple to their mansion home, her eyes locked on the woman the entire time.

When she got there, she was introduced the the maid staff and the familiy's children. She still felt distant from others. Over the next year, her mood improved and she started interacting with the children. She had some issues, but they all got along well enough. She was treated like family, to her surprise. She never had a good opinion of these noble types beforehand, though Yorick had told her not to make quick judgements of people. She thought that he might have been correct on this.

The years passed and she and the others grew. She even grew closer to one of the other of her adoptive siblings... One Livia Fiore. The two of them tended to sneak off to where they wouldn't be found... She had good, but not so good relationships with her other two siblings. The older sister she would tend to hit on, though at the same time she wouldn't succeed. Sadly. The younger brother she'd play with in his younger years, though that'd change to dressing him in cute clothes.

All the while, the headaches stayed and they grew worse. She kept this secret from her adoptive parents, though she couldn't hide it from the head maid and her siblings. She told them it was nothing to worry about, and though there was some obvious questioning, she got them to stop asking. It was around this time she started to hear voices in her head.

After some time, Livia was sent to the Frontier Town. That was the one person Katherine felt the closest bond with (for good reason) and found herself flustered by this turn of events. A few days after she heard in her head, "Oh, my poor child. Your toy has left you, hasn't she? Well, that's fine. All you need to do is go to the Frontier. There's something there that can prove your worth in the world. Your reason for existance." Unable to think of else to do, she packed supplies and took some necessities... Well, the last thing she did before leaving was to kiss her "older sister" on the lips, leaving only the knowledge that, "I'll be back, dear sister."

[User]
Shem'et listened to the orc's heavy accented, irritable rant. With every other word that fell from his mouth the feline eyes lit up with a realization. So it was you, damned Puck who made me lose my trek and go around in circles! That won't do. Without saying a word to the orc the Tabaxi swirled around and relying on her feline grace, made a grab for the pixie. Since the tiny creature was without a doubt pretty svelte Shem hoped the element of surprise will be on her side. And luckily enough, it was! Finishing her one-eighty the crafter ended up with a hand full of pixie.

 "Now then, mistress pixie!" Shem'et purred ominously, showing off her needlepoint feline teeth. "It would appear you've been a very, veeeeerrrry naughty pixie!" Shem turned to the orc and presented her hand, clutching the pixie. "Isn't that right, Master orc?!" The Tabaxi brought her hand back to eye level and squared the tiny pixie with a hard stare. "So you have two options." Shem paused for effect. "One, I give you to my friend the orc here to do with you as he pleases." Another pregnant pause. "Or two... You stop messing with people's sense of direction while in the forest... And... You help me and this feathery elf gentlemen here find what we are looking for." Shem'et unsheathed her index finger claw and pointed it at the pixie. "And don't get any ideas about double-crossing us!" The crafter glanced at the orc. "What do you say, Master orc? Will you leave this one for me to punish if she helps you get back to wherever you need to get back?"

Grab that pixie with an 8. Success! Against a 7

[Assistant]
Cypher

Ethan didn't know if he stood at the foot of the bridge for ten seconds or for ten minutes. He just couldn't comprehend the situation that presented itself to him."An ogre...of all the things, it had to be an ogre." Ethan said incredulously. First it was getting lost, then the blood hawks that nearly killed him. Now an ogre decided to take a nap on the only bridge that led to the second down. It seemed that he had done something to gain the ire of the god of fate. Ethan tried to wipe the tiredness from his face as he discerned the length of the creek. It seemed that it was more of a miniature rapids, and Ethan was not a fan of deep water. Yes, he could float but the act of swimming was beyond him. Living in a landlocked continent had its fair share of disadvantages too. With a tired sigh he looks toward the sleeping form of the ogre and decides that the best course of action was to sneak past the brute.

'This is stupid. This is stupid. This is stupid.' Ethan repeated the mantra in his head over and over again as he tried his best to move as gently and quietly as he could past the limbs of the sleeping ogre. It took him about four minutes of sneaking to finally move past the ogre's prone form. He smiles in relief as he finally reaches the other side of the ogre, but as fate would have it, Ethan would stumble and fall flat with a loud thud. It seemed a loose stone would be the reason he fell. "Oh Istus above, why do you hate me so?" Ethan muttered to himself in despair.

Sneaky sneaky: 8

[Equipped Items]
-Traveler's Clothes x 1
-Fancy Hat x 1
-Walking Stick (Quarterstaff) x 1

[Items in Small Satchel]
[Items]
-Pouch containing 1 gp x 1
-Jeweled Ring (worth 10 gp) x 1
-Metal Flute x 1
-Poorly wrought maps of homeland x 1
-Corrected map x 1
-Torches x 3
-Tinderstick Bundle x 1
-Low quality folding knife x 1
[Key Items]
-None

[Items in Durable Pack]
[Items]
-None
[Key Items]
-Satchel of herbs and spices x 1 [NEW!]

[User]
Cypher

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Oh good, she got her talking at least. Hopefully this trend would continue. She just had to play her cards right and she could perhaps do this with minimal interruptions and fist-eating. Judging from the murmurs though, it seemed like they were expecting a brawl. Hopefully she could avoid that.

"Well if it was your fist I certainly don't think I'd mind too much, but very well." Livia replied with an amused smile before clearing her throat lightly. "I am Livia Fiore, and I have two things I would potentially like to discuss with you. Barthen informed me that you may have some Hashish resin you would perhaps be willing to sell. Secondly, I am traveling out of the town here after this and I was looking for some skilled help." She smiled. "And you left quite the impression on me back in the Mayors house."

5 - Roll for persuasion
Welp. Looks like I used up all my luck flirting. I am OK with this.

-bottle of black ink
-quill
-small knife
-set of Fine Clothes
-signet ring
-scroll of pedigree
-Soul gem Dagger
-The book "Frothy Tales of Conquest"
-1lb Kafei seeds
Money: 5gp

Max carry weight: 135lbs

[Assistant]
"I'm no one special really and definitely not your mother. I've never seen another Aasimar before, so I found it would probably be distasteful to let you rot here." Katherine said, attempting to sound disinterested. She looked over the boy for a bit to make sure she wouldn't dirty herself too badly with blood. Figuring it be annoying to not have a name for him she decided to speak to that.

"My name is Katherine Lindall." No reason to have Fiore on her name right now. "What is your name? If I helped you and got you to the surface, would I be able to drop you off with a healer? I have something I need down here, though your situation makes me have a slight unease about it." She rather hoped she wouldn't end up like this kid. Perhaps she's let her demonic heritage speak for itself whilst down here... Supposing they didn't like Aasimar.


[System]
Specifications
Corvette class research vessel
 Primary purpose exploration and documentation of foreign planets. The ECS Stellaria is a collaborative effort made by the three races of the Elmyran Confederacy. A prototype vessel made by the best technologies the three races had to offer. Able to be piloted by a minimal crew with extra space for further additions. Outfitted with a prototype Tunneling engine that allows faster and more effective wormhole jumping.
Defensive capabilities:
Kinetic Shielding:
 Standard Kinetic shielding found on human ships. Capable of deflecting most small and medium fire.
Thuarhil plating:
 A highly refined and durable metal made and refined by Myrkith. Capable of withstanding forces that would rip and tear other metals found on Terra.
Prototype Radar Refractor:
 The ship can reroute the specifications of its shielding to deflect certain frequencies and radar phenomena. This allows the Stellaria the ability to fly without being detected by most traditional forms of radars and detection.
Prototype Chameleon Shields:
 Can also rework the shields to refract light around the ship, causing it to blend in with its background. Must remain moving slowly to remain effective.

Armaments:
C Class Scipede Railgun -
 A large railgun capable of delivering a large payload at high hypersonic speeds in space. Regular maintenance and calibration required.
Titan Plasma Energy Cannons -
 Standard Human armaments. Small to medium ship-to-ship combat defenses. Three to four in total.

Engines and Technical:
Atlas Prototype Engine -
 A prototype human and Myrkith make engine incorporating the massive energy consumption and output of the Myrkith technologies with a more delicate and refined human approach. Officially can achieve outputs less than Myrkith, but greater than Human output and last as long as both.

Current Amenities:
Cargo Bay
Crew Quarters, capable of housing 15 people comfortably
Medical bay
Briefing room
Mess hall and Kicthen
Engineering bay

Current Crew -
Kirimik Drakat - Captain
Malia Russil - Engineer
Erka Tearch - Pilot
Jessica Helmheim - Engineer
Cherche Kendrick - Pilot
Harisa Yamada - Engineer

[User]
Oh dear oh dear, he was late.

He was going to be late at this rate!

"Oh goodness, oh goodness." He flapped his wings as hard as he could, flitting around, over the crowd of humans with four suitcases in hand. Did he get everything? All of his tools? Clothing? Accessories? Fashion magazines? "Ooh, I hope I got everything. I heard Scarath Drakat is scary when she's angry." Oof, really now! What was he thinking signing up for this mission, just to spite his parents? "Mokthraki can't be engineers" they said. It's not possible and unprecedented, they said. Urf, he really should have stayed on Kythphus and learned how to play instruments from his parents.

Well, no turning back now. Up and leaving from an important mission would get him in all sorts of trouble with the law.

"Oof, is this the ship?" He landed on the ground, feet clanking against the metal floor. "OOh...its...so pretty! Oh, it's so much nicer than the usual space designs!" He dropped the suitcases, holding his four hands in front of him as he took in the sleek design of the ship. "Aha, wow, humans and elves certainly do have an eye for aesthetics...hmm, perhaps this trip won't be so bad after all!" He flapped his wings, excitedly observing the ship from all angles, nearly running into a few small shuttles that were taking off. Oh this was going to be so much fun! So many new cultures and fashions to explore!

Landing again, he confidently picked up two of his suitcases again, turning to head into the airlock - only to be met with two very irritable looking security guards.

"Ooh...hello? Malia Russil reporting for duty aboard the ECS Stellaria!"

"This is a military vessel, moth." One of them said.

"E-erm, yes? And I'm stationed here."

"...Right." Malia grimaced slightly. "Identification, then?"

"Uhm uhm! I have it right here somewhere...!"

He quickly checked his pockets.

Oh.

"Uhm-uhm!...please?"

---

While the captain had been getting everything ready and deciding how she was going to address the ships crew, Erka had been familiarizing himself with the ships foreign designs. Needless to say, it'd require some actual playtime with to understand them entirely, but it should be easy enough to get them started - and for now he should meet his fellow pilot. Why this ship required two, he had no idea. It wasn't a particularly large vessel...perhaps something to help foster camaraderie between the two races, perhaps.

"Antathalon. Erka Tearch. Been flying for over thirty of your human years, monkey." Erka responded from his seat, voice sounding mildly robotic - but more of a teasing inflection rather than any hostility behind it. "Truthfully, this ships design baffles me." He replied honestly, rotating the seat around and standing up. "But I know how to handle a ship better than any pilot. I an handle sub system and the main piloting just as well as any other." His two smaller arms crossed against his chest, holding one of his other ones out to the human. "It'll be a pleasure working with a human for once, Kendrick." It'd really would be a refreshing change of pace from the rank and file Antathlons on a Myrkith ship.

"But as you have more experience with human ships, perhaps it'd be best for you to handle the sub systems until I familiarize a bit more."

---

Ah, she was glad to be out of that stuffy uniform.

She could breathe much easier without it on, and that wasn't just a metaphor either. A few small moments to relax before getting to business. Unlike most quarters on ships, Myrkith were notoriously practical minded. Their quarters lacked some...comfort luxuries, though as the humans built this they still had a few comforts in it. A rather luxurious bed, bookshelves, a window overlooking the garden the elves insisted on.

Sitting the chair at the desk, the captain reclined, noticing a bottle of human soda she had previously sneaked aboard.

...well, a little sip couldn't hurt. She bought the caffeinated drink to her lips and -

"Hey there beetle girl! Long time no see!"

"Gah!" Nearly spit up the whole thing, quickly shoving the can into a drawer. "Jessica!" She coughed, holding a hand to her chest "What...are you doing here, urgh-" Kiri stood up, rubbing the side of her head as she greeted her old college roommate. "Still breaking and entering, I see." She mused, collecting herself.

---

A few explanations and calls later, squeezing past a few oddly stalwart elves, he had finally been able to get into the ship.

"Ugh, so rude! They wouldn't accept petting my fluff as adequate bribery..." Hurmph. "...Uncultured heathens..." He flitted slowly down the hallways of the ship, for the most part ignoring the others. He needed to find his quarters and put his things away, after all. Then he could settle down and converse with others! OOh, he was so looking forward to it. It'd be so much fun, wouldn't it? He giggled lightly to himself, quickly forgetting the frustration of getting in.

Only to quickly realize he was quite lost.

"Huh..." He closed his eyes. "Where's the crew quarters at...? More importantly...where am I at? Ah-" Actually taking a look around it, this seemed to be...engineering! "Ah! So this is the ships engines and parts and stuff! Oh, look at all of these things!...I have no idea what these do..."

[Assistant]
Cherche smiled a bit. "Monkey, huh? Heh. Well, fair enough." She accepted. She had just called him an ant after all. She looked at the secondary control panel. "Well, let's see here. It's a lot of new things for me as well. Some things are the same, things I'm sure anyone with extended experience in the Myrkith Naval Service would still have a tough time with. I'm sure you didn't have to deal with this, but you seem like you can learn quick."

The woman tapped on a couple of buttons and sat down in the chair of what would become her station. "As you know, we've developed energy weapons, correct? Well, we can do a couple of things with the ship's core. We have the ability to allocate power from one system to another. For example, if we're in a fight and get attacked from the rear, we can allocate shields from the front of the ship to the rear. Likewise, if we need to focus on destroying something, we can focus the energy on the weapons. Don't worry though, we still have ballistic weapons your people prefer." Cherche seemed intent on making sure Erka had an idea about what was going on.

---

Harisa was busy working around the Engineering Bay. The ship's core was completely stable. Definitely stable. Everything else seemed to be mostly in order. All the electrical sockets they'd need... Some cleaning supplies, chemicals... This was good. Good, good, good. She need to grab the last bit of boxes from outside. The door was open and... What was that? A person? Looked rather fashionable. Curious, she made her way over to the entrant. "Pardon me, you're... Wait, a moth? Oh. I think you... Actually, do you belong here?" She asked, curiously. Her eyes rushed to the moth fluff though. "Though... I can't really resist... I'm sorry."

The woman's hand moved out and brushed against the moth fluff gingerly before the taking a better feel. "I've never felt anything so soft. Become my fluffy plush toy." She added, wanting to push her face into the soft fluff. She then kind of realized what she was doing and pulled back. "Oh! Umm, sorry. I didn't... That is, uh, welcome to Engineering. Did you need to go somewhere else? I can't think of where a moth would go on here."

---

Jess was happy enough to be remembered. "It's not breaking and entering if there's nothing to break. You left it unlocked. I thought you learned by now." She added, smiling at her old friend. "You know, if you want to drink don't let me stop you. Makes it easier to take advant-- Errrr... Get away with stuff." She teased. Rank meant little to her. Despite her being the Head Engineer, she was also the only human that was non-military. All the Myrkith were, though she was not exactly sure about the elves that were suppose to join them. "How's the captain life? Survived the Elf planet I see." She teased again.

She looked at the wrist fastened device she had and noticed, "I believe there are some elven guests. Some nice little toys. You can do a lot with these things. Think you should talk to the pointy ears cause they're just standing there." Unfortunately for Jess, she only had view on the hallways and Engineering Lab. Private Quarters were off limits for... Personal reasons.

[User]
Oh, was that a human? He had never seen one before! They looked so squishy! Ooh, and she was so cute, too! That body-tight outfit really accentuated those curves of hers. Humans really did know a thing or two about fashion, didn't they? OOh, he should introduce himself and they could share fashion tips! He was so caught up in attempting to get a positive interaction out of this human, he barely heard her introduce herself and walk towards him. He probably looked a little nervous, outwardly.

"Eh-eh?!" He gave a surprised shout when he felt her hand touch him. "W-wait this is inappropriate!" More angry embarrassed moth noises followed as the human brushed against his fluff. "Fl-fluffy plush?!" Ah, humans were scary! Humans were terrifying! Decision was not worth it! Not worth it! And then the human let go, apologizing and welcoming him to engineering.

"Eugh," Immediately he took a few steps back, flapping his wings gently and using his four arms to cover his body, angrily pouting at the human. "I...was stationed here." His pale face was red as an apple. Was this how all humans interacted? Were they so touchy feely? Not that he had a problem with that, it was just super embarrassing and so sudden. "M-Malia Russil. I was looking for the crew quarters but erm, got a bit lost..."

He'd leave out the part where he had no idea what any of these buttons did for now.

---

"As long as a weapon gets the job done, I don't have too much of a preference." Erka replied in an amused sounding tone. Allocate shields though? That was indeed something these human ships had, didn't they? Most Myrkith ships just used a lot of heavy armor and plating. Thick reinforced plates of Thuarhil - which this ship was made out of, but it had far less plating than on a thing of pure Myrkith design. Energy weapons too. He had seen differing designs in his time, but they always baffled him in how they could work.

"I see though...They gave me a crash course to get caught up on these sorts of things before being assigned here, but having hands on experience is always better than simply reading about it...but that's what the simulations are for." He turned back to one of the main system panels. "I'll make sure to put in some time later." He turned the chair back around, sitting down again in it as he ran a simple diagnostics of the systems. "...figuring out how to handle this thing with two arms is going to be mildly tricky." He commented. "Most Myrkith ships come with controls for four arms."

---

"Tsk," She clicked her tongue, waving a hand dismissively. "The elves are easy compared to dealing with you. At least they understand something when you tell them..." She frowned, shaking her head as the elves seemed to have taking their orders far too seriously. "...except when they take things too literally." Kiri picked up a small headset from the desk. A simple communication device that was connected to the ships internal comms.

"Captain Drakath speaking. I thank you for showing up on time, Issiliandria." Her voice loudly greeted the elves over the comms. "However, 'board the ship and wait for further instruction' did not mean stand in the middle of the airlock and block traffic." Ugh, she swore they had no military training whatsoever! Standing in the middle of the hallway like that was a hazard, even if nothing dangerous was going on. "You have free reign of the ship until we get underway. Greet the others of the crew and familiarize yourself with the ship. I'll call everyone to the briefing room before we get underway for official instruction." With that hopefully rectified, she turned back to Jessica.

"Hopefully I can at least drill some discipline into them." She sighed. "Weaklings, the lot of them...a Myrkith child could wipe the floor with them." Kiri grumbled, taking another sip of her soda. "Ahh...I wish I was allowed to drink coffee...."


[System]
Age: 17

Appearance: Standing at 186 cm and weighing in at 84 kg, Zarin has a very toned build from his years of training. His golden eyes and fair skin contrast is messy jet black hair. When not in uniform, his usual outfit consists of a plain white shirt, black pants, black fingerless gloves, and a jacket with a gold trim and red lining. He keeps the sleeves rolled up to show off his dragon tattoo that he got the day before he left for the academy.

Bio/Summary: The product of an affair between a Lord and one of his servants, Zarin was shunned by nearly everyone around him. Though he was permitted to live within the walls of the lord's house with his mother, he was never allowed to refer to himself as noble nor the lord his dad. In fact, the only people who did mention his upbringing was his half siblings as they teased him about it relentlessly.

One day, after deciding he had put up with enough, Zarin snapped and promptly punched his siblings lights out. He was then banished from the manor and forbidden from ever coming back. Normally this would have been a bad thing, but it just so happened that Zarin's vessel awoke that day as well.

Taking it as a sign, Zarin headed straight to the Cadenza Imperial Military Academy and never looked back.

Now a fierce and competent warrior, Zarin is in the top percentile of his class. His potential as a soldier would be unquestionable if it wasn't for his hot headed and stubborn attitude. His quick temper and overconfidence have gotten him into trouble more times than anyone can count, and he has a nasty habit of picking fights with other cadets. At least he's never been dumb enough to challenge a commanding officer.

Vessel: In its dormant form, Zarin's vessel Fafnir takes the shape of dog tags usually hanging around his neck. When active, Fafnir becomes a deadly chain whip

Abilities:
Dragon's Fire: At will, Zarin can ignite his whip engulfing it in fire adding a nice burn to all his hits. With a crack of his whip, he can launch the fire as a fireball and immediately reignite the chain.

Dragon Scales: If you can't stand the heat, let Zarin handle it. His vessel gives him complete immunity to burning and other fire based attacks.

Plot Convenience: The chain in Zarin's whip is able to change to any realistic size as the situation calls for it.

Burning Disk: Spinning his whip at full speed, Zarin can launch a massive flaming disk that can both cut and burn through his enemies.

Flame Dash: In the blink of an eye, Zarin instantly moves up to 10 ft in any direction leaving a trail of fire behind. (Note that this is not a teleport. Zarin is still tangible during the dash and cannot move through anything obstructing his path.)

Equipment: Concealed knife in his boot. Pack of cigarettes.

Trivia/Other: If you haven't guessed, Zarin loves dragons. If he ever got the chance to meet one he would take it at all costs.
Can play the guitar, but doesn't own one.

Name: Fafnir
Gender: Male
Element: Fire
Rank: B
Height: 5m
Length: 8m
Weight: 2 tons

Personality: Despite his rather intimidating appearance, Fafnir is actually rather docile. Being a lesser dragon, Fafnir knows there are bigger and badder beings out there than he, and relying on brute strength won't always work. As such he has learned to fight smart and to pick his battles rather than jump on any and every challenge presented. This has led to some contention between him and his over aggressive Song Knight.

In truth their opposing personalities was the reason Fafnir chose Zarin. He figured if he could help the boy learn how to control his anger and pride, he could become something great. To achieve this, Fafnir is more likely to stay back and give advice rather than actually jump into fray himself.

That being said, once he is called upon by his Song Knight, Fafnir doesn't hold back. If something truly poses a threat to Zarin, this fire dragon will make sure nothing remains but ash and cinders.

Powers:

Fire breath: A staple of all dragons, Fafnir can breathe fire. However, he is able to control the form the attack takes. From the standard flame thrower, to fire balls and even waves of fire, Fafnir has many ways to turn his foes into ash.

Fire Scales: Engulfing parts of his body in fire, Fafnir can create things such as fire claws or a flame shield to give him an edge in combat.

One with the Flame: Fafnir is not just immune to fire, he he gains strength from it. He can absorb any fire not created by him or Zarin and use it to increase in strength.

Incinerate: Channeling all the fire he can, Fafnir unleashes a torrent of flame that is nigh unstoppable. The caveat to such attack is it does require sometime to charge, and leaves Fafnir a bit drained afterwards.

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Gradon blinked, not sure why everyone else was looking away from Diana's form. Surely she was only changing to better give room for her draconic form, yes? That seemed like the case as a golden lizard was finally manifested before them. And while it was well good and all, Gradon couldn't help but cough into his hand for Diana's attention, hoping to distract her from showing off more to his fellow cadets.
"Excuse me, Diana? We, um, still have a mission to discuss."

Perhaps he wasn't all that impressed, but truth be told, he just wanted to make sure everyone remembered the reason they were even here. Thankfully, Diana seemed to catch on and turned back into her human state. A few words were shared with Gradon nodding happily. Who knew a dragon could be so reasonable? "Good, good. We can report back to the Empire first thing in the morning-huh?"

Special training? No, no, they needed to report to the Empire right away! They didn't have time for a training montage! And yet, that didn't seem to be the popular opinion of anyone else. "Um, guys? Hey hold on, maybe we should….er, I guess we can…um…" But it would seem the decision had already been made, and Ires didn't seem to be helping. Well, so long as it wasn't too long, he supposed they could make a short detour. Without anything else to say, he waited for Diana to go ahead and begin their newfound training.

That was a month ago. Much, much longer than Gradon was expecting or would have liked. Granted, it had been well worth it he supposed. They had each acquired newfound powers, both of their Vessels and of their true Elemental Magic; as well as summoned beasts that had bonded to them. Gradon wasn't too enthusiastic about his own; the same snake he had seen before with that same dopey look on its expression. Could snakes even express emotion? This question had kept him up many a night.

The day Diana departed for the great beyond, she had left behind a gift in the form of music sheets. Also, monsters, now known to be called Dissonances. "We should take care of these quickly. Who knows how much of a lecture we're going to get for stalling this long," he said to the others with a sigh, waiting for Ires to give further orders. Little did he know of the extra pair of eyes observing their actions. A pair of human eyes.

[Assistant]
Egwene
"Who are you calling a bitch?" Egwene crackled her knuckles as she looked at Zarin whose lifespan is about to shorten throughout the training.

---

The winter training proved useful. It wasn't the toughest training she had ever encountered, but it has a huge depth of content to learn. And there a whole new world of possibilities with her weapon. And her weapon's true form is as disgusting as she thought. For it to have a holy affinity...

And Dissonances, the winter of trying out her new attained abilities on Zarin 'accidentally' has worked very well. With one draw of her sword, Egwene's sword whipped out towards the dissonance, the blade stretching out and biting it literally whilst emitting its iconic scream. With one twist of her wrist, she added the force of her attack.

Egwene had heard from the <<not black sword>> Gradon that they have to be taken away quickly. Well, can't be helped, time to call him out... She retracted her sword quickly like a grappling hook that was still on the dissonance, sending herself up in the air. "Xosun!" Egwene's vessel vanished as a four-headed silver hydra appeared behind her, the four necks sending itself towards each dissonances.

[User]
As Dianna flew off and the Dissonances she summoned turn to the group, Morgan sighed.

Well, I guess this counts as "not good with partings"...

Drawing the newest addition to his arsenal, the rifle he had stolen from the solders a month ago, he paused to aim down the sights, only to have his target torn into by a white snakelike head. Through Arcanus, he could sense the Hydra that been summoned by the white-haired girl a little ways away, and he lowered his rifle as a new plan began to form in his mind.

That... might just work. It'll be good to see the results of actual combat, and after all isn't the saying, "two heads are better than one"?

Muttering a stanza under his breath, Arcanus vanished from Morgan's eye, and a purple orb of light formed behind him.

[What is it? I was reading.]

Slightly grinning as Lore's childlike voice echoed in his head, Morgan gestured towards the Dissonances.

There's a decent combat scenario here. Haven't you been hoping for a field test as well?

When she noticed the Dissonances, Morgan felt a sense of glee pass over from Lore, and a second later a young woman, similar into him every way beside the lack of weapons and the purple eyes, stood beside him.

"I get to use the pistols though."

"Sure."

Passing over the twin pistols, Morgan took aim at one of the unharmed Dissonances and fired, covering Lore as she crept close for her own assault.

As Morgan's bullet passed through the creature's left eye, Lore dove in and wrapped her arm around its neck, pressing a barrel against the bottom of its head and firing, a sound akin to the detonation of an explosive resounding across the ruin as the Dissonance's head vanished and it turned back to a page of notes.

[Assistant]
Zarin Malthain & Fafnir

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Zarin took full advantage of the opportunity given to him. No matter how hard he was pushed by the training, he made sure to push back twice as hard. There were some days he would be out training for so long Diana had to drag him back into the temple to eat and sleep. Although, achieving the latter was a challenge in itself as a certain someone liked to wake him up with Hydra bites in the middle of the night. At one point, Zarin attempted to convince Morgan to put Egwene in the false reality for a night. He was told it didn't work like that, and was then immediately bitten by a hydra.

Despite having to deal with the antics of his fellow cadets, the overall experience was well worth it. Not only did Zarin unlock more abilities, but he gained his very own spirit; The lesser dragon Fafnir. And now it was all about to be put to the test. As Diana's parting gifts screamed to life, Zarin cracked his neck and smirked. "Don't worry, Gradon. Fafnir and I will take these guys down in no time."

Holding his whip out and saying his stanza he waited for for the transformation, but nothing happened. "Hey, Fafnir, it's ass kicking time. Come on!" Zarin said shaking his whip as if he could shake his spirit loose.

I believe you are the one Lady Diana is testing, not me.

"Are you kidding me? You're really going to do this right now?" Zarin yelled at his vessel.

A month ago it took your entire squad to take down one of these things. Kill one on your own, and it will show the progress you've made.

Zarin dropped his arms to the side and let out a loud groan. "What is the point of having a spirit if you're not going to fight for me?"

Afraid you aren't strong enough to do it yourself?

"What? Of course not! I could easily take on a Dissonance!"

Prove it.

Zarin glared at his Vessel. He knew what Fafnir was doing, but he couldn't resist taking the bait. Slowly looking up at the Dissonances, Zarin unfurled his whip and charged the closest Dissonance. The beast was quick to notice and leapt straight for the song knight. Just before it could smash him with its claws, Zarin Flame Dashed to the left avoiding the attacking and leaving a nice fire trail for the monster to burn itself on when it landed. Reeling back in pain as its paw was badly singed, Zarin decided now would be ample time to test his new attack. Spinning his whip above him he created and launched Burning Disk directed towards the beats head. The Dissonance stood no chance as the disk swiftly decapitated it.

As it dissolved into the bloody darkness, Zarin looked at his Vessel and snarked, "Told you."


[System]
Age: 15

Fantasia is a prima donna, a typical diva yet very proper. She usually appears disinterested and reserved and can come across as irrational and blunt at times but has a soft and sweet side to those whom she cares about but tends to be a pessimist in 'dire' situations. Fantasia loves competing in Pokémon contests with her shiny Budew and often spends her time fighting for the limelight and coordinating new moves to amaze the audience. She often wears frilly and large ball gowns even to the most casual events, due to her family's social status and her obsession with beauty. She has an irrational fear of bug Pokémon and has an unhealthy obsession with perfume.

The Heirloom Estate was home to the late Cassandra Heirloom and William Heirloom, a large home situated on a gorgeous seaside cliff. William inherited a fortune from his deceased Father, the co-creator of the Ultra ball; William continued his father's legacy and is responsible for upbringing multiple Pokeball factories around Fordis. With this success, William had little time for his wife Cassandra who died giving birth to their child, Fantasia. In result of this, William developed social anxiety and wouldn't allow Fantasia outside the manor grounds in fear of losing her. Growing up, a Haunter often roamed the grounds and tormented poor Fantasia; whom grew too afraid to even leave her room. At that time, her favorite hobby was opening up her window and singing to the grass and bug Pokémon that often wandered the rose garden.

 After a while of this, one night she heard a stunningly beautiful voice singing along with her in the distance and from that point on, the voice sang along with her each night; gradually sounding closer as each day passed. Around a month later Fantasia twirled around her room singing along with the beautiful voice in the distance when suddenly Haunter phased though the wall and startled her so bad she began to cry, she leaned out the window and cradled her head into her arms; paralyzed. Suddenly, she felt a soft hand on her shoulder.

Fantasia looked up to a white Pokémon with flowing green hair that almost resembled sheet music and a black flowing dress. The Pokémon wiped Fantasia's tears away and sang its beautiful song again, encouraging Fantasia to sing along with it as it floated around the room. From that day on the mysterious Pokémon would visit Fantasia every day to sing and dance, becoming her best friend and for the first time Fantasia felt happy.
That was until Haunter showed up and terrified Fantasia once more in the presence of the mysterious Pokémon. Fantasia began to cry and the light green haired Pokémon began to glow, transforming into an orange head wrap and a rolling black dress with four curly points; almost like a ballerina. Suddenly, the Pokémon lunged towards Haunter and fainted him with a single hit.

All was well in the Heirloom household for a while. With no more terror, Fantasia finally left her room and would play around the house with the black dress Pokémon; often playing hide and seek out in the rose garden.

On Fantasia's 10th birthday, William gave her the gift of her first Pokémon; a shiny Budew. Fantasia was ecstatic and blurted "I can't wait for you to meet my other Pokémon!" her father was very confused by this and asked her to show him, her other Pokémon. She walked with her father upstairs and opened her bedroom door where the black dress Pokémon sits singing on the windowsill. The father looked at his daughter with a wide-smile and quickly ran to get a net and a Master Ball. Fantasia got very confused and ran after her father, whom shoved her aside and dashed for the Legendary Pokémon; throwing his net at it while Fantasia watched in horror.

The Pokémon fell out the window and into a rose bush. Fantasia screamed for him to stop, as the legendary began to make horribly high-pitched notes. He shoved his daughter aside and readied his Master Ball as he walked down the stairs and out toward the garden. Fantasia thought quickly and threw her new Pokeball out into the garden, triggering Budew to pop-out.

Fantasia ordered frantically for Budew to help the crying Pokémon out of the net. As soon as the Pokémon was free, Fantasia began to cry. For the final time, the Pokémon flew up to her window and wiped away her tear; letting out one last quiet but sweet song then floating away into the night, never to be seen again.

Fantasia walked downstairs to an angry father, who smacked her for allowing a Legendary Pokémon to get away. He lectured her on Meloetta, a legendary Pokémon with a hypnotic voice able to create beautiful harmonies and sound; as well as transform into a powerful fighting type. He explained how he could've been the only documented man ever to catch Meloetta and how much he could have sold her to a museum for a high price. Every night from then on, Fantasia would sing out her window; hoping her legendary friend was listening from a far distance.

Because of this past experience, Fantasia has grown a deep hatred for her greedy father. She died her hair to resemble the friend she used to have in Meloetta and often buys white and black clothes as a tribute to her.

Currently, Fantasia now devotes much of her time to learning about Legendary Pokémon and attending Pokémon Contests with her Budew, she just packed her bags and is ready to start her adventure as an aspiring Pokemon Coordinator; determined to keep Meloetta's memory alive.

Budew - Lv. 5 - Female

Absorb
Growth
Active: Poison Point
Hidden: Leaf Guard
Green with Black and Purple petals
-An assortment of beauty products
-Rose Incense (Held by Budew as a stats boost but also a great perfume)
3 Potions
1 Antidote (-in case of a poisoning)
Map
2 Cheri Berries (-in case of an accidental Budew Stun Spore)
None

[User]
Fantasia Heirloom - The Grand Tradition - 8:15 PM

A knock was heard at the door after a few minutes of attempted sleep, curiously Fantasia walked over to the regal double doors and cautiously peeked her eye though the peephole.

"Miss Heirloom?" A man dressed in black called, "-I have your soil."

Fantasia chuckled at her tired self for a moment and swung the doors open, she had almost forgot she even ordered room service. She couldn't tell how much time had passed since she placed the call, regardless she was thankful it had arrived.

"Thank you." She tipped the man, bowing before closing the double doors.

Fantasia inched her way into the bedroom and thumbed through her purse, looking for Budew's pokeball; once found she called out her Pokémon, setting the sleepy bud on the bed and proceeded to grab a glass from the bathroom. She mushed the wet soil to the sides of the cup, making sure it stuck before carefully walking the glass back over to the nightstand, ensuring that no soil had been displaced.

She then delicately lifted the small Pokémon and placed her into the cup, covering all but the blooming bud in the potting soil. After Budew had been submerged, she walked the cup over toward the closest window facing east; allowing for sunlight exposure in the morning.
After all Fantasia prerequisites had been fulfilled, she calmly shuffled over to the bed and collapsed onto the mattress below.

Sleep ensued thereafter.

[Assistant]
Blair Aschenford | Grand City, Evening

The Swablu seemed to be in better condition now, so Blair began to leave. Pretty soon he realized the Swablu was waddling behind him as he walked towards the hotel. It ended up following him all the way to the hotel, and then as he entered the elevator it flapped itself up and sat on Blair's head. Empress didn't seem to really care, neither did Blair evidently... He just seemed cheerful as always. Though while in the elevator, he finally acknowledged it.

"Well... If it's that insistent...", he said, the Swablu noticed him talking, understanding his words. He pulled out a Pokeball and primed it.

"If you're fine with the name 'Eleanor', then you're free to join me", the Swablu chirped happily as it flapped down to the Pokeball and pecked it, letting itself into it.

"Wonderful... Isn't it Empress?", the Eevee simply looked disinterested, but she was pretty pleased with the events herself. In any case, Blair just made his way to his room, and rested, with a Swablu on his team now.

[User] Hadaron made his way into town without much further trouble, though he nearly ran over a rat pokemon on his way. He looked around at Dune town. The route after this required plenty of water and it was the first town with a Gym. He decided that first thing in the morning he would challenge the gym, though he was unsure of challenging it with only one pokemon. Well it wasn't like he couldn't challenge the gym more than once, they let you challenge as many times as you wanted so he if failed oh well. It just meant he had some more training to do with Ralts. He rented a hotel room and went to bed eagerly thinking of the battle ahead. Ralts couldn't have learned Magical Leaf at a more opportune moment. Tomorrow he would try to earn his first badge.

[Assistant]
Fantasia Heirloom - The Grand Tradition - 7:00 AM

Minazuki

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

Fantasia peeked her eyes open to the ringing of her alarm clock, staring at the roof for a quick moment before sitting up and letting out a long needed stretch. She had fallen asleep in her travel wear last night which caused a bit of bodily discomfort, apparently she was too tired to do a quick change yesterday but she didn't mind; she was too excited for auditions with Miss Von Goshe today!

Fantasia leaped out of bed and ran over to her Pokémon to start her typical morning routine, the unusual amount of energy caused Budew to topple over out of excitement, spilling soil onto the hotel carpet. Fantasia looked at Budew for a moment before picking her up and smiling.

"Don't worry about it!" Fantasia brought her over to the bathroom with her, "We have quite a day planned!"

With that, Fantasia turned on the radio and eagerly began to get ready.


[System]
art by me :)
Age: 16
Gender: Female

Appearance
Though Arisa is not one to worry much at all about her appearance, she does takes pride in her toned physique. The results of having been trained by her father from a young age are evident in the sculpted muscles on her torso and limbs. Paired together with her piercing, disinterested gaze, people have a tendency to stay away from her.

She inherited much of her appearance from her father - jet black hair and sparkling hazel eyes - though her behaviour is much more similar to her mother, a researcher. She stands at 5'6, and appears slim under her clothes despite her built figure. The long scar that runs across her left cheek is something else she received from her dad, the product of a training session gone wrong. Rather than hide it, Arisa enjoys wearing it proudly as if it proves her worth, a medal for how hard she has trained for the glorious mission of the protection of mankind. Arisa's wardrobe is unsurprisingly basic—her one-track mind is often too focused on training to worry about frivolous things like fashion. She normally adorns any sort of comfortable loungewear, like hoodies, tank tops, t-shirts and leggings.

Personality
Like her mother, Arisa is calculated and rational. She seems disinterested in most things around her or is simply bored, but it's more accurate to say that she takes her life and her role in Red Demons a bit too seriously. Weighed down by the expectations of her family from a young age, she's been indoctrinated in believing that her entire life's purpose is to rid the world of vampires. She practically blindly believes this, to the point that she has never considered another option for her future and holds extremely antagonistic views on vampires, despite having never encountered one before joining Red Demons. However, because her beliefs lack any real experience or encounters to back it up, they are easily shaken, which Arisa does not respond well to.

Though she is typically seen as more mature and stoic, Arisa shines the most when she's fighting. Most people are happiest when they are fulfilling some kind of purpose, doing what they enjoy doing, and the same applies for Arisa. On missions, Arisa is bright and motivated, and takes every effort to succeed.

Brief Backstory
Arisa was born as the first and only child of a former Red Demons member and a researcher under Yukimura Angelica. As the protégée of such high-caliber members of human society, a huge pressure had been placed on her shoulders to continue the legacy of her parents. Adults around her in childhood ceaselessly rambled on about what she should do and be, touting the accomplishments of her parents as the criteria to determine her worth. Arisa began to understand that if she wanted to be valuable to anyone, she had to be like her parents.

From a young age, Arisa began training with her father and education with her mother. It was clear from the start she had much more competence with physical ability than academic, and overtime made combat training her main priority. Her father would tell her stories of the depravity of vampire-kind and the callous atrocities they committed towards humans. The way Arisa viewed it, the morality of vampires and humans was black and white. Vampires were simply evil by nature, a stain that had to be cleansed.

Arisa's father eventually retired from his post after sustaining critical injuries on the field and could no longer fight. She still trained under his guidance and with some help from his colleagues. By the time she turned 16, applying to join the Army of Humanity was a no-brainer.

Equipment
Astraeus & Eos, a few throwing knives strapped to her thigh, a belt-bag with a basic first aid kit and a rose quartz crystal looped through with a string.

Skills
Close Combat Fighting: Trained with her father to fight
Bladed Weapons Proficiency: Knows how to swing a sword and fight with and throw knives

Crimson Arm
Astraeus & Eos
Astraeus and Eos are twin blades, named after the god and goddess of dusk and dawn. They are thin and long in appearance, and weigh relatively lightly despite seemingly being made of metal compounds. Astraeus takes on a darker obsidian hue, while Eos shines a bright silver. Arisa can telekinetically control these blades within a 10 meter radius and allow the blades to fly around her within this limit. Each blade can also be duplicated 3 times, creating 8 blades in total that Arisa could potentially control.

[User]
Himika

 She had been oddly silent here. Quite unlike her, if anyone knew the white haired girl standing near the front. Honestly, it was just so exciting she couldn't actually put it into words! Today was the day! She was getting her very own crimson arm and she could finally, finally, do what she wanted after all these years. Agh, what should she do? How should she act? She should probably act a little more dignified, right? She was after all, bearing humanities weight on her shoulders now, so she had to at least appear somewhat competent.

 "Wahaha, interesting?" Himika said in response to a comment made by some sleepy looking guy. "I guess, huh? I'm excited myself. I can't even think straight." Maybe she was being too optimistic, or looking at this with too much in the way of rose tinted vision, but she couldn't help it. Nothing could ruin this day, even if the path ahead of her was a difficult one. She made this decision, no sense in not liking what she was going to be doing. So she silenced herself, following along the corridor with everyone else present.

 Thankfully, she didn't have to wait long. Soon they had seemed to have reached their destination, a blond woman in a labcoat commenting on how cute they all were. Himika couldn't help but to giggle and blush at the compliment, even if it wasn't directed completely at her, but the commanders words quickly pulled her back to reality.

 "Right, right...okay...Himika you can do this..." She approached the containment unit that held her Crimson Arm. So much build up, so many mistakes, so many hours spent training and forgetting to even sleep some times. She was prepared, right? Totally prepared. Mentally and physically.

 So she opened it.

 She stared, for a few seconds. The black steel of the blade seemed smooth. Far too smooth. Almost made her think nothing could have made it. She inhaled, reaching her arms forwards and grabbed the hilt. For a moment, she was a bit disappointed at what felt like nothing happening as she lifted the blade.

 "Geh? That's hot...!" All at once a wave of nausea and lightheadedness washed over her, and she could have almost sworn the blades handle was going to burn her. It was almost too much, really, and she almost lost her footing. Still, she didn't release her grip on the blade. "...urgh..." She had come this far. She wasn't going to let this go, nor let her admittedly clumsiness ruin this. This was her blade. Her crimson arm. And she wasn't going to give up.

[Assistant]
Cute...? Could random strangers not call her cute, even as part of a group? It was all a bit... weird, really; she didn't want the attention in the slightest. It was a good thing that everyone was going to be distracted by the new toys; it meant her blush was going to go unnoticed. Especially with how fast Hanako shuffled over to the named containment unit, flipping the box open and...

Just a combat knife? Really, she had expected something... more? With how much this was being talked up. But a combat knife... oh, she could use a combat knife perfectly fine, and didn't hesitate in picking it up. T

The lack of hesitation was probably a bad idea, Hanako immediately decided. For one, the sudden feeling of sickness was overpowering. For another... was she imagining things, or were parts of her body just becoming see-through at random? Just what the hell was the function of this knife? One second her arm was there, the next it was just the floor, and she swore that it spread down to her stomach and that was... too weird...

But at least it was returning to normal. And she hadn't thrown up.

[User]
Koka

 Koka entered the room, glancing around, her smile fading was curiosity took over her. It returned though, briefly, as she smiled and waved at the blonde girl who had complimented the entire group. Koka was especially amused by Himika's reaction. The black-haired girl's heart fluttered in her chest as she was told it was time to fetch their Crimson Arms for the first time.

 "Oh-ho-man, here we go." She said. Koka rolled her shoulders, and bounced up and down. She watch as Himika and Hanako went first. Both of the mseemed to be affected by touching their blades. Affected them physically. But they seemed to get over it.

 "Guess it's me, next. Wish me luck, ladies."  She looked around at the group with a small but eager smile. The 'ladies' included the men of the group, as well.

 Flipping open the case labelled 'Minako' her eyes widened, and she audibly gasped.

 "It's...it's the most wicked assault rifle I've ever seen in my life." She said, her voice full of awe. She briefly covered her mouth and coughed, taken aback. Indeed, it was. All red and blue, a striking weapon that would stand out from any other. "I...I think I'm gonna cry." She said, playing it up with humor in her voice, wiping away an invisible tear.

 Gently, she wrapped her hand around the rear handle of the rifle. And immediately, the effects were obvious, Koka the most strongly affected so far. Those looking at her face could see her smile fade and her eyes roll up partially into her head for a brief moment. Koka lost her balance entirely. "Nnnuh~" She stumbled back. Her head was swimming.

 She caught herself on the nearest teammate, whoever it was.

 Once rebalanced, she let herself fall onto her butt, crossing her legs. The smile returned as she shook off the worst of the effects, regaining her composure. Her face blushed a little out of embarassment, but other than that she seemed to take it well. "W-wow. Helluva kick." Her headache and nausa began to fade. Squinting through the migraine she began to stroke the barrel of her gun, admiring it. "This is...this is a work of art." She chuckled in quiet amazement.

[Assistant]
Arisa could feel tension build as they made their way through the facility. The path to their destination seemed lengthy, but perhaps that was simply her anticipation influencing her perception of time. Time went on, and soon enough, the group of recruits followed the commander to a pair of doors that slid open in his presence.

The room was spacious, and Arisa took a few seconds to take in the new sights. There was an observation deck on the upper section of the back wall. The perimeter of the room was lined with chambers in intervals, and intercom speakers lined the ceiling. As soon as they stepped in, a female voice sounded through them. Heavily contrasted to the group's stoic mood, the voice was cheerful and upbeat. Arisa thought her remark about how cute everyone looked was probably accurate; they were all young and not yet as strong as the typical Red Demons member.

Arisa listened attentively as the commander gave out his next instructions. Her eyes darted to the containment unit with her name. She was not worried about any side effect or ill symptom—she had strong conviction that it would be but a minor inconvenience. Her heart began to race as she stepped towards her Crimson Arm. With a careful movement, Arisa opened its container.

Two blades glistened in the box—one an obsidian hue, the other a bright silver, though both shone and reflected the harsh overhead lighting radiantly. They were long and thin, appearing as if their form was crafted to fit Arisa's stature. She moved with caution, and slowly gripped the handles of both swords with her hands and lifted them out of the box. In an instant, a surge of heat blasted through her body, scorching all her senses with fire. Arisa hunched over in pain, but she bit her tongue and held back a scream of anguish and tightened her grip on the blades. In mere seconds, though it felt much longer, the pain ceased, and Arisa's senses calmed.

She breathed a sigh of relief. Her first challenge as a Red Demons recruit had been won. Her eyes lingered adoringly on her twin swords, and an uncharacteristic smile spread on her lips.

After a long personal moment with her weapon, Arisa began to look around her. The other recruits seem to be in similar positions, admiring their Crimson Arms as much as Arisa had. She looked towards the commander with an eager glint in her eye, though she kept her expression neutral. "Commander, will we be testing out our Arms today?"


[System]
Allegiance: Entende.

Personality: Regal. Powerful. Commanding. The British Empire doesn't have a lot of time left on the clock, but you wouldn't guess that by looking at him. There is nobody who doesn't know him, few that don't fear him, and he can use this to his advantage, domineering any room that he enters, and when it comes to the fields of war...

Likes: Oddly enough, Britain firmly believes in a sense of playing fair and not using dirty and underhanded tricks to get an advantage. He also has his eyes set upon a permenant legacy born in glory, and, of course, can find no fault with a nice cuppa tea.

Dislikes: If there's two things Britain can't stand, it's the growing sense of powerlessness he has from his colonies escaping his grasp, and the incorrect pronounciation of 'scone.' (It should be said sc-O-ne, not sc-on.)

Special Talent:

The Warmaster:
Britain has several million men from across the globe to call on, some of the best professional soldiers in the world, one of the hands-down most powerful navies ever to sail the seas, and some of the most venerable institutions of educating officers in the world. In short, he oozes military prowess.

Respected:
It takes a special kind of country to dare to stand up to the full might of the Empire, even in the wane of the glory days.

Weaknesses:

Traditional:
Britain is slow to take up new tactics and equipment, and slower still to implement them in a way that allows for mass production. He regards machine guns as nothing more than parlour toys, despite the usefulness of the maxim gun, and scorns the idea of semi-automatic sidearms.

Professional Army:
The Empire does not enforce conscription, and instead relies on a small traditional army. Whilst effective, until DORA passes and conscription is enforced, he simply doesn't have the same amount of troops.

Familial Relationships:
Litterally everyone in the world. The Enpire is known as the 'Empire on which the sun never sets' for a damned good reason, and he has family from North America to sub-saharan Africa, Asia to Australasia. The only continent he doesn't have some sort of relation in is the Antartic, and he wad the second person to get to the pole anyway.
Special mentions:
France, as his longstanding partner. Despite their arguments and spats, the two love each other really.
Canada, America and Australia as his favourite children.

Other: Nobody knows John's actual name, as several thousand years has left him with one so bloated and over-the-top that even he admits he can't remember half of it.

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To say that Britain's house was large was... a dramatic understatment. It was seemingly larger than a small city, a huge, squat, red-bricked construction that towered over sweeping green grasslands and fields of flowers. The Union Jack flew stiffly out front, snapping in the gentle breeze that gusted in from across the channel and beyong that, and the sky was clear, if dark due to the late time of day. Gas lighting had been lit up across the grounds, bathing the area in a dingy yellow light, showing off the majesty of Britain.

As soon as the DLA was spotted, Britain knew about it, and whilst he humoured Germany for a while, eventually his patience ran out. After Ireland departed, his... Well, it wasn't clear what had happened between England and Ireland. Most people regarded them as brothers, but that was questionable. "Take it up with the sheep shagger himself, I don't care what those inbred yokels do in Cardiff," he joked, before turning to Germany, a pint of English ale in his hand.

"Germany!" He said cordially enough, but the atmosphere in the room was such that one could easily draw the impression that he or she had walked into a war about to kick off. "Per Ardua ad Astra," he quipped back, referring to the motto of the new Royal Flying Corps that he had set up. Taking a sip of his beer, he snarled and took a step towards the girl, seemingly becoming taller.

"I remember when I was in your shoes. Young. Rowdy. Impressionable. Fair enough. Coming into my home without invitation and disrupting my guests... I have no time for silly little girls like you. Touch Belgium, so much as lay one of you FILTHY LEATHER-GLOVED FINGERS on her, and I swear to god I will ram Berlin so far up your cunt that you'll swear you're giving birth to a city."

The room was deadly silent. Britain never swore and rarely got angry. The fact that Berlin had gotten him so riled up so quickly was not a good sign. "And if you don't think that I can do that with my oh so "contemptible little army..." he slammed his glass down, causing beer to slop over the sides of it and onto a table, where a shocked servant hurridly wiped it up.

"Try me and see how you like every one of my children that you so despise because of your pathetic father issues ramming bayonets up your arse. Oh, and I'd keep an eye on your miserable South-West African colonies. South Africa's getting a little hungry."

He turned away and took a few steps back, before turning back and shouting in a foghorn voice; "NOW GET OUT NOW."

It wasn't hard to hear the roar of a lion in that voice.

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Germany weathered the storm with a smile. There was truth in what he said about daddy issues, and she was willing to recognize it. But when you spawn from the death of thousands of Frenchmen and spend your youth raised by someone as fucked up as Prussia, violent screaming is something you got used to. Right now Britain reminded her so much of her daddy. She remained silent for a moment but still dared to reply.

"Or what?"

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There was a point in these simple words. Britain, as much as he wanted, couldn't do a thing alone, even with his colonies all he could touch were in his own words, miserable South-West African colonies. In continental affairs, Britain needed an ally willing to strike first. Oh how Germany just wanted to throw her head back and laugh! But that would be stepping down to Britain's level... well, his current level. Words were cheap, to waste them was wasting a free chance to better your situation. Britain should know that, he knew that before, when he back-stabbed everyone he possibly could to advance himself in any possible way.

"I'm sorry! Cultural differences and like you say in the most horrible way, my dad wasn't one to knock before entering, but... come on, Britain, I know we aren't in the best of terms but are you going to ditch me for France? After what he did to us?! Or... Russia?! I mean for the love of... Japan, how can you stand in the same room as the guy?! And Britain, what would our grand mother say if she saw us uh? Queen Victoria?" Indeed, Britain's royalty as as German as Germany's was British, witch was quite a lot. "What would your ancestors say about you defending a country where people speak french?! They'd laugh at you Britain, they'd..."

Germany dropped the act when she could see it did nothing but make Britain seethe silently, her sympathetic mannerism stopping but her smile remaining. He could see through her, she could tell. But hey, nothing lost. Sweet talking, promising things you don't even mean, Britain had written the book and Germany kept it close to her heart.

"I'll take my leave then... I guess I'll see you at the 'Colonial Scrapping Convention' Japan, not a whole lot of places left in the world for those who started the whole colonial race later down the line. And you America..." She stopped for a moment while looking at the eagle. Finally, she just had a laugh while shaking her head. "And they say I have daddy issues!" Ooooh yes, this was only the start Britain. Germany left in silence, confident she was the one who won the most today, despite how disastrous that had been.

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Or what? Britain seethed. The 'or what' would be the death of her peoples, the razing of her cities and unmentionable things occuring to Erika herself, as she was well aware of. Britain himself might not be powerful, but all he had to do- and indeed had done, was send a few choice letters. Already, South Africa, India, the West Indies and Canada had replied to say that they would be sending men should war break out. Australia and New Zealand would likley be reciving the message as he fumed. If Germany wanted to play this game, the war would be over by Christmas.

"Excuse me Germany. France, if you happen to have forgotten, is one of my oldest friends, the closest thing I have to a wife, and despite our differences, is a thousand times the woman that you will ever be." He diplomatically decided to avoid the point that they were also technically blood relations due to their celtic heritage.

Finally, the accursed girl shut her stupid mouth. "I'm sure with Japan's excellent and historied," he put emphasis on the wors, mocking the fact that the only reason Germany's nilitary record was so good was because of her age "martial records, she should have no difficulties with her own rising sun empire."

When Germany left, he let out a sigh of relief. "I meant what I said. I'm getting my military uniform down and I swear to god I am going to kill that stupid uppity girl and see if a more civilised country springs from the ashes."


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The King's Council:
An old Formori man, thin and wiry, with closely cropped iron grey hair. His face is clean shaven, with a sharp chin and is set with narrow eyes the colour of dark bronze. He has a rasping voice that he frequently has to cough to clear and moves slowly and carefully, with very deliberate actions. Despite his age, the old soldier clearly still has a quick and agile mind.

Manawyndan is the King's right hand man and is perhaps the second most powerful man in Morganyth after the King himself. He is Ozragad's most trusted adviser in matters both military and political. He holds several important offices of power, being the most senior general of Ozragad's army, the King's designated regent, and unofficially his spymaster as well. What's even more surprising is that Manawyndan elevated himself to this position through merit rather than birth, he is not a member of the nobility in his own right. A talented soldier, Ozragad's mother raised him to a commander of her army and placed him on her war councils, and under Ozragad's reign his influence steadily grew to the position he occupies today.

He is close to the King and well liked by the common soldiers for his kindly though firm demeanour. However, the Lord Steward has those who envy him his position, especially amongst some of the nobility. He also has enemies amongst younger officers in the army and the strongly pro-war factions in the realm, who dislike his more cautious strategy and his role in formulating the recent cease to hostilities.
An old Formori woman, of a similar to age to Manawyndan, and another veteran of Ozragad's mother's councils. Small, stooped, and arthritic, do not let Lady Arwan's frailness deceive you into thinking her senile or meek. The Lady Treasurer is widely regarded as having the sharpest tongue in all the palace. She does not suffer fools in the slightest.

Lady Arwan is the descendant of a noble family from Iron Town to the north who are heavily involved in the foundries located there. She is very wealthy woman in her own right and her family's fortune only grew under her stewardship. Her main responsibility is the management the crown's finances, a task she has excelled at for centuries.
Lord Urathon is a Formori man of middling years. He had black hair pulled from his face in a rather severe ponytail, a neatly trimmed goatee and a long pointed nose. He has a serious look about him and carries himself with a quiet sort of dignity. This facade cracks somewhat whenever he is accompanied in public by his younger wife, whom he dotes upon.

Lord Urathon is lord in his own right, ruling lands along the Bleak Coast. In his role as Lord Justicar he is the highest official of the Morganythian legal system, responsible for its courts, as well as the drafting, implementation and enforcement of its laws.
The youngest member of the council, Lord Chancellor Iria is a young-ish looking plump man with dark brown hair that is elaborately curled and coifed. He dresses extremely ostentatiously with a fondness for extensive purple silks and heavy gold jewellery. He stands out at any social gathering as the person most likely either be laughing or making others laugh at any given moment and seeming always having a good time. He is a notable bachelor who has been involved in a number of minor, though amusing, scandals and is one of the principal source of court gossip.

Iria is the scion of a minor noble house from the capital itself, though he is yet inherit his lordship. As Lord Chancellor, he is responsible for Morganyth's diplomacy and maintain diplomatic relations. The functions of the office have withered somewhat over the years of the war with Eorzia, and Chancellor Iria mainly finds himself in charge of entertaining the occasional ambassador or diplomat. However, with peace on the horizon, this may be about to change.

The House of Ergyng:
Tall and possessing a voluptuous hourglass figure, Lady Chelarine is striking even for a Formori approaching her middle years. She has curls of auburn red hair that are artfully arranged into plaits and braids so as to frame her attractive heart shaped face. She dresses tastefully and fashionably in oranges and greens, with amber jewellery that matches the colour of her eyes. She has a soft, smooth voice, and husky laugh.

Lady Cheldarine is the King's closest living relative, first cousin, though on his father's side rather than his mother's and hence she is not directly in line for the throne in the event of Ozragad's death. Nonetheless, she is the matriarch of the powerful House of Ergyng and controls a large swath of good grazing land to the north along the Kazadun river. She is a widower, her husband dying in battle some twenty years prior when her youngest of her two children was only an infant.
Lady Cheldarine's eldest son and heir, Elethiomel is a handsome youth just entering Formori manhood with long straight red hair. He seems polite and well mannered.
Lady Cheldarine's younger son, Peibio serves as the royal cupbearer to King Ozragad. Diligent though perhaps easily embarrassed, he too bears the red hair of the Ergyng, though he wears his much shorter.

Nobility of the Realm:
A plain looking older woman with grey streaked hair, she eats little and dresses soberly. Wife of Lord Belaphon, they are both powerful land owners from Greymarsh.
A fat older man who nevertheless seems to have the bearing of a soldier, though he no older serves as one. He wears an eye patch over one eye and is grey hair is thinning though he does sport a luxurious moustache. Somewhat loud and verbose in his speech. Husband of Lady Blodwen, they are both powerful land owners from Greymarsh.
A powerful Ashlander noble who seems hostile to the peace and is currently snubbing Ozragad's invitation to court. His sister was Queen Liveuta, Ozragad's first wife. He was once a friend and supporter of Ozragad, but turned against him once Ozragad began considering peace.

The Princess's Household
A respectful older Formori woman with a seemingly kind disposition.
A young Formori woman.
A young Formori woman.

Courtiers, Soldiers, and Servants:
A young Formori woman with a shaved head and a somewhat brash attitude. She is fanatically loyal to Ozragad, but is also a notable pro-war voice on his war councils. There is some degree of hostility between her an Manawyndan.
An old solider of a squat and stout nature. He has limping gait from an old leg wound that left him partially crippled, the leg is secured with a brace.
Overseer of domestic arrangements within the Palace. Nervous and eager to please his superiors, he is dismissive and contemptuous to those he considers beneath him. Has a high pitched laugh and is bald headed.

Other:
Ozragad's first Queen from before the war. She was Zakylwe Ahoraa's sister. Ozragad has forbidden her name from being spoken in his presence.

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Lady Cheldarine followed her host to the cushioned divans that were tastefully arranged around the hearth of the Princess's receiving room in the Silver Tower. She waited for Elise to take a seat before she herself settled down opposite her on the other side of fireplace, neatly gathering her skirts as she did so. The Formori woman listened to the Princess's response with her head cocked to the side. A ghost of smile played across her lips.

"Well it certainly seems to have caused yourself some trouble, your Highness. I know my cousin is not an easy man to get along with, he is as you said, stubborn. Perhaps if you told me what happened exactly I could be some assistance in repairing this rift between you? After all, I do know him better than most."

At that moment there was a flicker of an idea in the eyes of Lady Cheldarine. She turned to the Formori serving woman who had been discretely attending them from the back of the room and smiled wide at her.

"I am however, somewhat parched this morning. Such a long way up to the palace, and so many stairs! Seems silly considering its all still underground, doesn't it? You wouldn't be dear and fetch us some tea would you?"

The servant glanced over to Princess Elise as if searching for a counterorder, before bobbing her head obediently and disappearing out of the room. When they were alone Lady Cheldarine turned back to the Princess, holding one finger up.

"A moment please."

She stood and briskly walked over the door, placing her ear flat against it and listening for a few moments before seeming being satisfied by what she did or did not hear. She then walked over to one of the internal walls of the tower, lined with dark wooden panelling. With one finger she tapped on each of panels, listening as she did so. At the fifth panel she stopped and listened longer more intently than she had at the others, lingering for half a minute. Eventually she was again satisfied by what she heard, it was only then that the Lady turned back to the Princess and returned to her seat by the fire.

"Well that makes me feel better, it appears Manawyndan is not currently up to his old tricks. Walls do have ears in this palace I'm afraid. Still, no unwanted eavesdroppers at the moment." She let out her soft husky laugh. "Now tell me, why has my cousin locked you up in here?"

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Folding her arms as she settled herself amidst the cushioned divans, she watched the auburn-haired woman follow suit and she found herself frowning slightly as she knew she had caused herself quite some trouble over her actions. Raising her eyebrows at the idea of telling Lady Cheldarine what had happened to help ease the rift that had been created was not something she had expected. If she was honest, she had thought that maybe she had arrived here to tell her the wedding was off and she was now to be a prisoner, but it was quite the opposite. "There isn't really much to tell…"

Elise trailed off as she looked towards her servant nodding to approve the request, after all some tea would be good as she knew the drink would warm her up finding herself rather cold as of late. "What are you doing?" Tilting her head as she watched the other stand moving to the door to listen for something, it was quite strange but when she returned to her seat and explained she felt rather silly not assuming that. "Oh right, of course. Though I doubt they'd bother eavesdropping when all my ladies are loyal to your King. I'm sure they have great pleasure relaying to him of my sleepless nights and irritable mood."

Sighing as she shook her head it seemed that she was not about to stop at finding out what had happened, she doubted she would leave without knowing that information. "I…" Hesitating as she cringed a little before continuing, "May have had a few choice words to him when he stumbled across me in one of the libraries."

Self consciously her hand went to her throat touching the skin there as she remembered what had happened, "He said something that got under my skin and I retaliated spitefully saying who could love him all whilst ending it with a bold claim of how I would never marry him." Not really going into too much detail but enough to get an understanding on what had happened between them.

"So, until I reconsider my choices I am to be locked away in my rooms."

Shifting in her seat as she glanced towards the door, she pulled the shawl closer around her shoulders seeking the warmth the material provided. "I don't think you can fix this, for this to be fixed I would need to apologise and revoke my words that I said to him." Elise knew that she probably wouldn't sound sincere enough to consider it an apology, not when she when she was still angry with him.

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Lady Cheldarine let out a long sigh as the Princess relayed the story of what had happened between her and the King. Her eyes lingered on the Princess as she self consciously traced the faded finger marks that wrapped her throat like some obscene necklace. When she saw that, anger flashed in their amber depths and the Lady's jaw clenched tighter. The change in expression made her look very much like her cousin for a second.

"Gods, sometimes I forget what a brute he can be when the mood takes him. My cousin was never noted for his diplomatic prowess, but even for him, this was a foolish mistake. If he was wise, he would be wooing you, not wounding you. But no, to King Ozragad everything must be a fight, a battle, a war. Even when he's trying to end one."

She stood up from where she was sitting and crossed over to the tall narrow windows that looked down from the tower to the palace and the city beyond it. Her fingers grasped the edge of the curtains, pushing it back so she could observe Cirith Anyr in all its strange and solemn glory.

"He sits up here, brooding in his towers, surrounded by all his soldiers, behind his walls." She tutted. "But he's not as strong as he seems. You remember that awful scene when you first came to this city? Ozragad has made many enemies amongst his own people for pursuing peace. I imagine you can also surmise for yourself that peace does not suit his own temperament either. Have you ever wondered then, why he pursues it?"