[System]
Age: 19
Crest: Sincerity
Appearance:

Bio:
The only son of Kougawa Gorou, a powerful and connected Prosecutor. The Kougawa family in general has close ties to the legal world, be it through police or even judges. It's rumored they possess political connections as well. Ando is someone who appears to the outside world as a young man living a life of privilege and luxury. He grew up in a family estate, cared for by servants more than his actual parents. In fact the only interactions he had with his parents was at dinner time and when he needed to be present for one of their social functions. His father in particular didn't spend much time with him, sometimes seeming more like an employer than a parent. And of course, the boy was expected to follow in Gorou's footsteps and become a lawyer of some description. It seemed only fitting, and Gorou himself refused to hear a single word suggesting otherwise despite Ando having no passion for law nor any true desire to pursue it.

Thankfully, Ando was not without various outlets to bide his time with. Soccer was one of his biggest outlets during Junior High and High School, wherein he used the sport as a means to vent his frustrations. This made him aggressive, ruthless even, on the field but that in turn made him a rather strong competitor and easily his team's Ace. But even outside of the Soccer Field, Ando sometimes found himself instead sitting at the table of a challenging game of Chess, wherein his aggressive and ruthless tendencies made him a tough player to beat. But none of it was ever truly satisfying. What good did competing in any of these areas do if he knew he was eventually going to be shackled to a law degree and some desk in his father's law offices? He'd become smart enough not to voice his opposition to his father directly, instead wearing the "Mask" of an obedient son who did what was expected of him. That "mask" became so profoundly a part of who he is that it became his default persona, though with the aggressive strength and ruthless competitiveness he'd adopted from Soccer and Chess mixed in for good measure. But was this really who he was meant to be?

Personality: Subservient to Ando more often than not. He can get fired up and defensive when someone insults his partner or tries to berate him in some form. For whatever reason he seems to see a good in Ando that no one else seems capable of, even Ando himself.

Stage- Baby
Species: Pupumon
Attribute: None
Technique-
 1: Poison Bubbles

Stage- In-Training
Species: Puroromon
Attribute: None
Technique-
 1: Stinging

Stage- Rookie
Species: FanBeemon
Attribute: None
Technique-
 1: Gear Stinger

Stage- Champion
Species: Waspmon
Attribute: Virus
Technique-
 1: Turbo Stinger
 2: Bear Buster

Stage- Ultimate
Species: JewelBeemon
Attribute: Vaccine
Technique-
 1: Spike Buster
 2: Shot Claw

Stage- Mega
Species: TigerVespamon
Attribute: Virus
Technique-
 1: Mach Stinger V
 2: Gear Stinger
 3: Royal Meister

[User]
Somewhere else, on Earth, in an urban area, a loud disagreement could be heard from the street. A cat screeched and ran away as a young man stormed out the door, slipping into a denim jacket, and quickly moving down the steps at the front. He moved like he was in a hurry, but determined.

 A middle aged woman in scrubs leaned out the door after him, "Monty, don't you have to get to your job? The prescription can wait, really! I can call a colleague of mine to get it-"

 He dismissed her with a wave, and called back over his shoulder, annoyed, "Nah, it's fine! You should have taken care of this before coming in, today, but I'll work it out! You stay here; taking care of my mother is only your job, after all!" He shook his head, frustrated. Shouldn't have said that. Should NOT have said that.

 Turning a corner, not far from his front door, He thought about how he was going to apologize. It slipped her mind, that's all. This wasn't even going to make him late; he didn't have to blow up at her, like that, he thought. He had everything under control. He pursed his lips, and sighed, to himself, "Okay..."

 He was so lost in his thoughts he didn't notice the glowing ring that opened up beneath him, and before he knew it, he'd felt like he was falling!

 An older man with a walrus mustache, a dirty face, and paper bag in hand had been walking by, and saw this. He gave a start, and watched, incredulously as the young man had vanished, moments before the.. Whatever, did, as well! He blinked, looked at the bag in his hand, and resumed walking as he tossed the bag into a trash can, shaking his head…

[Assistant]
"We've really got to stop meeting like this, teach."

In one nonspecific high school in Japan, a short teenager had her feet up on her desk, chair stretching back as far as it could. She was short, dark skinned, wearing the boy's school uniform, and covered with dirt and bruises.

"Takahashi-san, get your feet off the desk. And yes, we do have to stop meeting like this." The teacher looked at his student, concern and a small amount of anger in his eyes. "So – when is it going to stop? This is our third meeting this year and you are no closer to-"

"It wasn't my fault this time, teach." Jin put her feet down and leaned forward, adamant. "There were four of them this time, they ambushed me on the club practice grounds. I was actually gonna sign up for a club! I swear – look!" Without waiting, she dug into her leather school bag and dug up a torn piece of paper with "Club Application" written on it. "See?"

The teacher took the paper and hummed thoughtfully.

"Look, they tried. But it's not my fault I'm a better fighter, okay? It's so damn stupid what they wanted me for, too. Said that Honei-san had been smiling at me too often, and that I had to 'know my place' or some shit, before I stole him away. One, who cares that hard about some guy, and two, no one smiles at me. He was probably just staring for no reason. I told them that, they still tried to maul me. So I fought. And I won." She sniffed, proud despite the trouble she was in. "You should see what those bitches look like."

"Watch your language." The teacher sighed softly. "Give me their names. I can help you."

"Nah." Jin muttered softly. "It won't work, just like last time. I'll get punished and they'll get off because their families are rich and old."

"Takahashi-san - "

"Just.. leave it. Give me my punishment so I can go."

There was silence for several moments.

"No punishment this time, Jin-chan. Just… clean up and go home." The teacher was obviously concerned. "You know, if you didn't have some of the highest grades in the school, they would have expelled you by now."

"Yeah, I know. Sucks for them. Bye teach." Jin rose up with a wince and a sigh, heading toward the nurse's office. As she was on the way, a great glowing ring opened up beneath her feet. Before she could react, she was tumbling down and down, to an unknown fate.

[User]
In the playing field of a certain private academy, the final seconds of an intense Soccer game ticked down like the timer of a bomb. The home team for this game was in the lead, 3-0. The visiting team was about suffer a devastating shut out unless they could pull off a last minute shot. The ball was in their control, having been kicked to the away team's Captain as he prepared his last shot. The home team had become mostly relaxed, knowing full well there was no way they could possibly lose. Well, all except for at least one of them. A certain player came dashing for enemy captain and swept right under him, throwing him off balance and effectively stealing the ball from him.

"Over here!" cried a teammate who was a bit further down field, but a few enemy players were already moving to prevent a pass, desperation making them fight harder than ever. The indigo-haired player with the ball chose instead to disregard his teammate and instead take a "calculated long-shot" at the goal. The other team's goalie was apparently caught off guard by this and was unable to dive for the ball fast enough. The buzzer sounded the end of the game, final score: 4-0.

Later, in the home team's locker room, the players were all changing out of their Soccer uniforms into their normal clothes. But just as the indigo-haired player finished dressing himself and putting his glasses on, his team's captain suddenly forcibly turned him around. He looked angry.

"What the hell was that, Kougawa?" asked the Captain with a livid tone, "You ignored a perfectly good pass and stole the glory for yourself? Or did you forget this was supposed to be a team sport?"

The player, Kougawa Ando, said nothing. At least at first. Instead he just glanced down at his captain's hand as if merely expecting him to let go. He and the Captain did not get along. Namely because, despite being Captain, the captain himself was not the Ace on the team, Kougawa was. And that fact angered the team's captain to no end.

"You arrogant bastard! Think you're too good to answer your Captain when he addresses you?" the Captain fuming, his free hand clutched into a fist, and he did make a lunging move as if to throw a punch. But unfortunately, Kougawa had always been good reading the movements of his opponents on the soccer field, and this was hardly any different. Kougawa suddenly ducked down and swept the captain's legs, sending down to the floor.

"They swarming him right from the start you fool." said Kougawa in a blunt, matter-of-fact tone, "Besides, my accuracy is superior anyway, so why bother risking someone else taking the shot and missing?"

"What would it have mattered?" asked one of the other players, "I mean... we were gonna win no matter what, right?"

"Tch, idiot." said Kougawa, "One who becomes complacent becomes the first to be caught off guard." there was his usual ruthlessness. He wanted to crush the opposing team, dominate the game regardless of how assured victory was.

"Damn you, Kougawa!" shouted the Captain, his buttons thoroughly pushed. Everyone knew the Captain would have thrown Kougawa off the team long ago, but couldn't, the coach wouldn't allow it due to how strong a player he was and how many wins he helped them get. But it looked like his patience had run out and he was lunging for another punch of some kind. But this little altercation never concluded. Golden rings appeared at Kougawa's feet and the captain's fist would have ended up punching the empty air were he once stood.


[System]
"My family is out there, somewhere. And so is that stupid Stork!"
Age:
17

Species:
Alpaca

Personality:
Brave and adventurous, Heena tends to be the first to step forward in any situation, no matter how bleak or hopeless it might seem. Charging ahead with the mindset that she can succeed when confronted with any challenge. She is generally accepting of others, able to show a smile and some happiness when around anyone she likes. Though she has some inner conflicts considering who she is, she doesn't often speak of them to others, as she doesn't like to appear weak in any regard as she thinks it clashes with her current self.

Likes:
- Flowers
- Romantic Stories
- Spitting
- Anything Sour
- Exploration
- Companionship

Dislikes:
- Whining/Complaining
- Hunger Pains
- Puns
- Heights
- Perverts
- Small, Enclosed Spaces
- People Who Suggest For Her To Shave
- Squirrels
- Nicknames

History:
Raised by a family of Llama's due to being delivered to the incorrect location by a shoddy Stork, Heena lived most of her life wrapped in a lie. As she grew up, she found herself with much more hair than anyone else in her family; She was shorter in every regard, and found herself spitting all over the place awkwardly during dinner. It didn't add up, at least to her. It wasn't until the age of sixteen that she confronted her parents about it and was given the horrible truth; They confirmed her thoughts, telling her she was, in fact, not a Llama.

It was only a few days after that she felt the urge to leave. Knowing that she had a family out there that she never got to know was shocking, and she knew she had to find them in order to clear up who she really was. Though it worried her somewhat; What would this family think of her once she found them? It was, honestly, a little scary. But that certainly wouldn't stop her from finding them, no matter what the cost.

Other:
- Heena can spit farther than almost any other creature.
- Heena can spit out acidic stomach substances, which are not only disgusting, but also can burn depending on what she last ate.
- Heena's hindlegs are fairly strong, and it will hurt if she kicks you.

[User]
"General Suckfudge." A deep, brooding voice said.

A man standing next to him visibly cringed, as if he didn't enjoy being called by that name.

"Yes, milord?"

"Where are the misfits now?"

"They are nearing the town, milord." The general said, "They will reach the outskirts soon."

"Are the preparations in place?"

"Yes, milord. The men are in place."

"Hue hue hue hue..." the voice said, "They will never know what hit them!"

Behind him, a soldier whispered to his friend.

"Does he know that everyone takes the piss out of his laugh behind his back?"

The room was silent for a few seconds.

"...He's deaf." His friend said.

Dunt dunt, DUUUUUNNNNNTTT
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On a hill overlooking the city of Polis, a large glittering city built on several thousand years of trade and debauchery, a rather strange group of creatures stood at its top. There was a moving rusty old-fashioned diving suit, a pretty looking male harpy, a white alpaca with a red bow, a land shark nibbling on a guidebook and an unnaturally swollen blobfish. They had journeyed long and far, one to find a meaning, two for something they never had; and two to find death, and embrace it. Little did they know, their true journey started here...
"Alright, so..." the land shark known as Luka prised a partially eaten guidebook from his teeth. "Apparently the city is called Polis."

He put the book onto the ground and flipped through it with his front paws.

"According to this book, Polis is famous for it's accurate Stork records and it's various dating hotlines."

He peered more closely at the book.

"Apparently Storks come and go pretty often so their records should be pretty extensive. "

He flipped over a page.

"Let's see... There's apparently a pretty popular normal dating hotline which many people use, and there's also a dry-land marine life dating hotline as well. It's also apparently staffed by some pretty friendly Sirens."

He closed the book, satisfied he'd gleaned all he could, and looked back at the group behind him.

"Hopefully we can find more about what we're looking for in this city." He said, "What do you guys want to do first?"

[Assistant]
"Don't you think this sounds too good to be true? That this whole city has everything we need, and we only traveled a couple weeks to get here?" The dead man continued his rant, "From my hundred years of experience, I can tell you that places like this never turn out like they are supposed to be. And if I was wrong I'd finally be dead, but here I am!"
He took off his helmet and looked at the city, with his empty eye sockets. "You know what,It's no New York,but I think I'm going to give this a chance"

[User]
"... Hmm."

Heena simply stared at the city, as she listened to Luka explain what he could about it. Accurate Stork records, huh? It sounded like a dead-end, but there had to be some issues somewhere in their history. It'd be years and years ago, so obviously their reputation could have gotten better since she was born. What were the chances that same Stork was working still, anyways? The odds couldn't possibly be that high. Probably wouldn't even be able to find the bundle of feathers even if she knew who it was.

Though she wasn't certain this would work out for her, she was excited that the others might be able to find something here. Peter didn't seem to think so, but was still curious, at least. Curiosity went a long way during ventures like this! At least she thought so. Maybe she was wrong? Or maybe she was absolutely right. Who was to say? The only way to find out was to push forward, and that's exactly what she planned on doing.

"New York?" She questioned, looking over at Peter. He was scary looking, and he kind of smelled, but seemed nice enough to Heena. It certainly didn't stop the Alpaca's curious nature from asking, "What's that?"


[System]
Age: 2 weeks

Race: YaoJing

Personality: Psychologically, DaFei has the mental capacity of a preteen child and the maturity level roughly equivalent of an autistic child of an even younger age group. She possesses childlike innocence with behavior to match in spite her appearance being that of an older woman with animal characteristics. Due to her appearance, she believes she should act more maturely, making conceited efforts to presenting herself as older and more mature often. When she loses composure, she takes on more animal like traits. Anger may cause her to growl; fear may cause her to release a high-pitched, bird-like screech; and happiness may cause her to wag her tails. Due to the conflicting aspects of the different aninals she is composed of, Dafei also goes through shifting periods of low energy to hyperactivity, and may act jittery from time to time regardless of diet.

History: DaFei was the pet of a minor deity, Douma Mei, who ruled over a piece of the heavens, charged with watching over a particular part of the human realm. In particular, the oceans just beyond Namchon. Douma was originally known as the protector of the bay area, patron to sailors, merchants, and fishermen alike. In olden days, the area was fairly calm. The creatures were left alone and the strongest survived, though fish, eels, crabs, and the like had little ambition and did little crime. Whenever a sea monster popped up, it was quickly dealt with. As the centuries went by, humans settled, creating the city of Namchon. Douma was the name given to the goddess who aided those who sailed along her waters, making sure they returned to port safely. For many centuries, she was hailed as a good goddess. Due to the natural calm of the area, however, Douma had little to do with the safety of the village. Needless to say, Douma had gotten complacent in her duties.

As Namchon grew into a city, so did crime in the city. The gods, not caring much for the petty affairs of humans, turned a blind eye toward this. The people, however, had eventually stopped revering Douma as a goddess. Her temples were left to collect dust and rot; some refurbished into temples for other local deities or even made into shrines for entirely different religions. In the span of a millennium, as the city grew, Douma Mei changed from a protector goddess to the patron of pirates. Piracy had grown rampant in Namchon. Still, she did not care.

The reign of Anjou, however, brought with it its own challenges. The gods looked down upon the earth and definitely saw it was a problem. Many of them did in fact intervene. It was when Anjou's influence spread to Namchon that the goddess decided that she would take matters into her own hands. By then, it had been a long while since she had used her powers for anything apart from slacking. She needed to keep her own territory safe as well, and thus was unable to leave and deal with the problem personally. For the first time, Douma had created an avatar, and DaFei was born.

Douma had the power to combine characteristics of different creatures, herself being a multifaceted deity. Dafei was thus created using the bodies of different creatures which Douma believed would help her on her quest. However, these animals were all haphazardly picked, Douma too unfamiliar with the changed ecosystem after so many years, picking from it various different animals from the city. She had chosen the crow and the hound believing them to be majestic enough creatures with killer enough instinct. In order to make it more well-rounded, so she believed, Douma added in some aspects of humanity.

Skills:
Tracking: Gifted with the seeing, hearing, and smell of both the dog and the crow; Dafei is capable of tracking scents for long distances. This is more specialized for finding food than people, however.
Disabilities:
Monolingual: While the Dafei's master was capable of speaking to mortals regardless of language and the people of Namchon being normally multilingual due to it being a port city, Dafei is distinctly incapable of speaking any language other than a particular dialect originating in Namchon.
Powers:
Flight: With two sets of wings, Dafei is easily capable of flight at up to 32 miles per hour given she's not tired, though normally only flies up to 25 miles per hour, sometimes even slower depending on her mood.
Stomach: Dafei can and will often eat foods normally deemed unsafe for human consumption. Because of this, she has what can only be described as dog-breath.
Equipment:
Clothes: A short-cut dress with the arms cut out and an undershirt.

[User]
"Whoa whoa whoa. Kill Anjou?" The Expendable was now at a reasonable distance from the group, not too close for a sticky situation to come by and completely destroy him, as that would just be a bad time overall, his arm drew forward and was in a defensive pose when he stood and spoke.

"Sorry I'm just taken a bit off guard by all of this talk - We do realize this is a fox god who is driven mad with power and has done very inconsiderate things in the past, right? Even if we all have a grudge, we are simple going to be creamed by this guy, plain and simple. We have no cha-"

He then heard one of the people in the group - a woman by the sound of her voice - speak about being built to kill Anjou. Even if that sounded too good to be true, the Expendable decided it would be the best course of action to believe her. After all, she could easily kill him then and there.

"... maybe we do stand a chance, then." The Expendable began to approach closer to the group, his arm retreating behind his back, and a 'happier' look washed over his static face.

"I guess we're all introducing ourselves, then? If I'm not interrupting anything. I'm Hikado Jericho, or you can just refer to me as 'The Expendable'. I'm a yurei that inhabited this pumpkin, and sadly I cannot leave this world unless my goal is fulfilled, and apparently, to my and most of our unluck, it's to kill Anjou."

His hand raised and saluted, then fell back behind him.

[Assistant]
When the fox spirit attempted to communicate with Mitsuyo, however, nothing but a slight buzzing sound came through on his end. The man's expression remained mostly friendly, but his eyes hardened and twitched for a moment as he stole a glance at this Ichiru. If the being received telepathic messages, he got a quick and simple warning spoken firmly into his own head for his troubles: "Do not presume intrusions are welcome". The ronin was respectful, slightly superstitious out of habit even, but he had a healthy degree of mistrust for supernatural beings and was not about to let them into his head in any way.

In truth, he had a healthy degree of mistrust about most anyone, which is why unlike most of these people he hid his identity and presented himself as a simple therapist. It was also why, rather than be approached in a vulnerable position, he took his feet when the others began to spread out with the excuse of finally clothing himself. It seemed he had been lumped with a most impolite bunch, starting from the one who had supposedly summoned them all, and most of them far too trusting in such a situation. If these were his allies, he dreaded the future. Still, it was better than nothing considering some of them might prove useful in a fight.

"Well, it is common knowledge the fox is not without his enemies", he said as he adjusted his clothes. "But he situation does not inspire confidence I'm afraid. A ragtag bunch we are, brought here magically and against our will it would seem. How do we know this is not simply a trap?"

[User]
Luo Dai pursed his lips as tempers began to flare and accusations were wantonly tossed about. Calmly, he rose to his feet and directed his attention first to Pan Chao. "Perhaps you should let Ichiru have his say before lashing out against him. Although he did bring us here against our wills per se, you must admit that all of our interests are aligned, and we can certainly accomplish more working together than we could aimlessly wandering on our own." He hoped that Pan Chao hadn't alienated what could have been a vital ally by vandalizing the shrine, but Ichiru remained perfectly still as all this transpired, showing no signs of either offense or amusement.

Then, Luo Dai turned his attention to the group as a whole. The bird-dog-thing that was prancing about seemed to think herself a born leader, despite her demeanor suggesting otherwise. It was still far too early to decide a leader, and he could already see that a few of the egos on this team -- well, more like a conglomeration of people who hated Anjou -- would clash the moment the topic was brought up. "Let us try not to tread on one another's feet so long as we are together. It is readily clear that we are from many walks of life, and it will to us no good to attempt to change that. However, I do agree with one sentiment." Luo Dai turned to Ichiru. "It would be unwise to give an unfamiliar spirit our unconditional trust. For all we know, you could be an agent of Anjou sent to feed us false information and lead us to our doom."

Ichiru blinked. "Humans have such unruly imaginations... Very well. It seems I have no choice." He hopped down from the statue and walked in a slow circle, sizing up each member of the group, finally stopping when he reached Hongo. Then, he spoke in a shrill, raspy voice. "You don't even trust me enough to allow me to speak comfortably with you. I hope this will allay some of your concerns." With that, the little fox coughed and spat up a glass ball at the ronin's feet. "I apologize for the drool, but I wanted to keep it safe. This is my hoshi no tama. I will entrust it to you and ask only that you bring it back once Anjou is dead. Perhaps that will allay concerns."

Ichiru took few nervous steps away from his precious orb, seeming to assume that the ronin would understand the significance of what he just did. If not, perhaps their other kitsune companion could enlighten him. He let out a huff, and then returned to his position atop the statue, this time turning his attention to The Expendable. "Anjou has acquired quite a lot of power, but he is no god. I do believe that you stand a chance, but only if you first break his network of servants. Much of his power comes from others, and even if an individual somehow became stronger than him, they would not be stronger than the combined might of his armies. I can help you break this network, and make him vulnerable to your attack when the time comes. Now, would you like my guidance, or would you like to vandalize my shrine further?" He gave Pan Chao an irritated look, the first sign that he had been bothered by his childish antics.

[Assistant]
He gave out a smile at the pirate-looking man had a more gory and morbid idea of how he wanted Anjou dead. Akira watched as everything transpired around him. This pirate-looking man had vandalized Ichiru's statue, or rather Ichiru himself, and then was quickly reprimanded by two others, the kitsune and the bird-yokai, Yukiko and Tsubame. He tilted his head to the side. He agreed with them. Shrines aren't meant to be vandalized except maybe Anjou's shrine that dotted the land but he didn't move to do anything seeing as the two had already made their move.

Yawning, his twin tails started swaying on the ground. It was a weird group, funny but weird. Most don't like the idea of working together since they don't trust each other. Akira didn't really mind. Enemy or not, his name has been spoken through the yokai world. Anjou, undoubtedly, know about him since he was the first to approach the bakeneko. He didn't really mind.

His eyes trailed to Daifei. He could understand bits of pieces of what she was saying. A person from another land that he had momentarily visited. It seems the others are having close to no problem in communicating with her though. He was confident he could too but that should wait until later. But he highly doubted she would be leader. With an attitude like that, it would be like allowing a leader to lead them to suicide. Akira isn't leader material, but he does know a good leader. Someone with a calm head on their shoulders.

And Ichiru began talking why they had to trust them. His eyes widened as he saw the glass ball. He wasn't a kitsune but he knew fully well what that was. A hoshi no tama. The object that holds the powers of the kitsune. A vital object to their species. And here he was, entrusting it to Hongo, some guy that had been in the shrine, and would also be joining the group on the whole 'destroy Anjou' mission. Their death equates to him losing his power forever. Huh, trust is such an easy thing to get.

"You mean we're going to pick off his generals one by one? There's a lot of them you know? Hard to beat too." He was speaking from experience of course. He's confident that he could go on par with them now, but that's just it. Perhaps with this group it would be easier but that is not assured.

[User]
Dafei crossed her arms and pouted, not knowing how to respond to the older man. She looked obviously disturbed but was too unfamiliar with being put in her place in such a way that she simply stayed where she was. The girl grumbled and took a step back from the conversation. It was obvious she wasn't needed. Or rather, it seemed the others didn't want her.

"Okay. That's fine" she thought, "I'll just start my own team. And it'll be way bigger and way better!" Unannounced, Dafei walked away from the conversation. She looked back and when she felt she was far enough away, while she could not hear the bickering of the others anymore, Dafei took off in a sprint, flapping her wings as she gradually took flight.


[System]
Age: 16
Appearance: Regina stands at about 5'4. Aside from her military uniform, she often wears a set of high quality clothes.
Bio/Summary: Regina is the daughter of Lord Peter Cormier, a famous commoner-turned-noble who has saved the life of an important person in the Empire. Having been granted a title of nobility, all that Peter has wanted to do was retire and set his kids up. However, political pressure from those who held disdain toward the former commoner forced him to show he was not part of the riff-raff anymore. Thus, both a militia under Lord Cormier and sending his daughter to Cadenza Military Academy were necessary, much to his annoyance.

Despite her father's attitude, Regina liked the idea of going somewhere new. A new opportunity to see the world was all it took to strike her fancy instead of staying back home with Lord Cormier. However, when she arrived at the academy her father's influence on her was apparent. She spoke differently than most of the nobles despite her mother, Selena Cormier, being one and teaching Regina the finer touches of nobility. This ultimately causes her to stand out to both commoners and nobles, as her mannerisms and style of dress stem from both influences, though her father's is more apparent. Even so Regina is usually nice to everyone but does not overdo it.
Vessel: Irregular's Life-While the vessel is in a dormant state, the vessel is a bracelet. When activated, the vessel turns into the form of a large sniper rifle, capable of firing at long distances with a total of 3 shots consecutively before needing a recharge, which requires at least one and a half minutes if not more of time. While not suitable for close quarters or short range by any means, it is effective at a distance.
Abilities:
Irregular Ambush-If an enemy does not know that Regina is there until the shot is fired, an explosion occurs upon impact of the bullet as well as increased penetrative power and stopping power.
Mark-Allows Regina to mark a target, tracking them with her own eyes even if they are hidden from view,
knowing exactly where they are until they are either out of the area, not a threat, Regina chooses another target, or Regina's vessel returns to a dormant state.
Equipment: Short-sword, Lord Cormier's survival hatchet, book, entrenching tool (when out in the field)
Trivia/Other: Regina is fairly rich, but does not like to show as such. Regina is also extremely knowledgeable about traps and laying them thanks to Lord Cormier's insistence. She has a soft spot for nature and furry animals.

[User]
Esther von Degraff

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"Yes, Captain!" Esther replied enthustiastically to the Captain's order. She was getting excited for their little outing, especially with everyone going together there including the new cadets that came with the princess.

Returning to her bed once again, she took her things with her. She pretty much carried all her luggage, which was mostly clothes and the like.

After they all gathered back in front of the Captain, they marched towards Orello and their destination, The Golden Sheep. On their way, Esther feasted her eyes on the calm and soothing scenery of the village. Countryside really was the best place to live, she thought. Her home was in the countryside as well and when she had her couple excursions to the city, she still thought the countryside was the better of the two. Sure, the city could be really impressive and the countryside could get boring at times, but she felt like the city was too crowded for her liking.

Once she arrived at the Golden Sheep, they immediately took a seat on one of the tables in the tavern. As they were served alcohol, Esther made sure only to drink a little as she really was weak to the stuff. If she drank too much, she would instantly be drunk and she certainly didn't want that while they were being briefed by the captain. And speaking of the captain, she just gulped her beer down like it was nothing. She really was on a different class of her own, she thought.

As the captain introduced their newcomers, Esther greeted them cheerfully, introducing herself in the process. She certainly hoped they would get along nicely.

"A-an unknown monster?" she said once she heard the captain talk about their secret mission. "A-and we're going to do it with the princess on our side?"

Esther's eyes immediately lit up. She couldn't believe she was going to fight with the princess side by side! She was both excited and nervous at the revelation. She certainly didn't want to mess up in front of her for sure!

After that, the captain told them that they would have the night free to themselves (while making Esther blush at her baby-making comment). Esther looked around, not sure what she wanted to do.

Oh, I know! I should take a bath! We haven't had one in qute some time after all!, she thought as she remembered the hot springs bath they passed when they were walking here.

She remembered however that the bath seemed to be mixed gender, which made her reluctant to go. But after taking a sniff at her armpits (away from the others, of course), she decided to steel herself and went anyways. She just hoped that there wouldn't be any man in the bath.

[Assistant]
Leblanc Farris
 [[ Location : Orello Village ]]

Hardly any time had passed and Leblanc went from one one tavern to another without the intention of getting smashed to make any sort of pub crawl worthwhile. Still, vacation time was never to be turned down, especially when the alternative was getting gang pressed into cleaning the garrison and ultimately taking any culpability for failing to cover their own laxity.

Snickering at the captain's sense of humor she imbibed a hearty drought of her beer, but left the mug idle to contemplate how best to use her time. Considering it's proximity to a military outpost, Orello village was adequately stocked for sating the needs of soldiers alongside the citizenry, and that left open a wide host of options though not much time at all to properly browse them all considering the lateness of the hour.

Out of the corner of her eye she was treated to the amusing sight of a prim young lady sniffing herself in disgust, and found the idea of the communal hot springs rather tempting. It wasn't like she needed more blades, and she still had the poisons she acquired from home while any medical supplies were superfluous with the abundance of physicians the cadets boasted. Books were passable for whiling away the idle hours, though Leblanc had a propensity for people watching that left what little bored downtime she had otherwise filled.

Which left her docket in a toss up between antiques and bathing, a dispute easily solved by opting to bathe first and checking out the antique shop afterwards. "Excuse me, I'm going to go wash Esther's back in the hot springs."

And with the added bonus of teasing the noble girl, how could Leblanc pass up the chance? She blushed brighter then Crown Princess being groped in the cadet's showers. Those were good days.

@KoL

[User]
Finis was disappointed that by time he found the library of the military fort, he was asked to leave. The city had a library, but it would like not have some of the same resources, however it might had what he need. However, now was not the time for that.

Finis carried very light, and all of his belongings could fit into a moderate sized bag: several changes of clothing, some basic goods, travel rations designed to be light, compact and efficient, and his journal. He would clean his body later when there was no prying eyes, though it would be harder to do consider the bath's seemingly neglecting any privacy. He had a certain respect for the common people of the empire, however some of their choices and believes seem very strange and foreign to him. However, they are the backbone of the empire, and thus are more than deserving his protection.

However, now that he had the opportunity, he went to the church. He waited if the priest was busy, however if the priest was free the strange, very short kid dressed in all black approached, did a small head nod out of respect and uttered a small family pray, "The sun purifies, the stars guide, and the moon hides."

[Assistant]
✠ G R A D O N G I L T W I T H ✠

⛨ Current Location: Fort Orello ⛨

"Um…yeah…thanks again Leblanc…" Gradon said, keeping both eyes on the snake-themed girl for as long as he could before she finally walked away. Not that he had anything against her, but he would rather not leave his wounds to be treated by the one flaunting a knife around. "Er, goodnight to you two Esther," he called out, not sure what had just happened during his brief period of unconsciousness. Best to take the advice then, and so he began to limp back to his room.

He was stopped however by a concerned Althea who began to vigorously check his founds. Thankfully, nothing too serious seemed to be out of place and even better news was given alongside this diagnosis. The Princess of all people was visiting them! Apparently, this was all part of the routine checkup he had heard some of the other soldiers speak about in hushed tones of whisper. While that was all good and well, Gradon's head still rang like a doorbell.

Seeing Althea go off to join the others, he opened his mouth to call out to her. He would have liked it if she told the Captain he would be absent for the time being, but another spike of pain in his head made him stop altogether. Sighing, he wobbled back into his sleeping quarters and hoped a nap would ease his weary head and jaw.

And so the young man slept through the Commander's instructions as well as her relay of the next mission to come. Not that it was too much of a problem, since surely one of the other Cadets would inform him of the things to come in the approaching morning. Regardless, the evening was still lit with busy, bustling life and light as the citizens of Orello Village went about their nightly activities.

For a young Natus, his journey to the village church would not be in vain. For instead of a priest waiting to greet him, he would see a peculiar-lookng man sitting in one of the pews. Arms outstretched and resting on the back of the pew, he had a leg lazily crossed over his knee in content to be…well, lazy. Only when the doors of the church opened and slammed shut did he turn around to face Natus.

"Well, looky, looky. Here to confront your sins kiddo?" the man called out with a grin. "As for me? I'm here cause the old woman's gone and put a curse on me again…hah! As if! So what brings you here anyway? Have you been a good boy?"

[User]
Esther von Degraff

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When Esther arrived at the hot springs bath, she was greeted by an old lady who seemed to be owner of the place. She told her how lucky she was since the springs were empty now, so she would have the entire place to herself. Of course, Esther immediately rejoiced at this knowledge, not wasting any time to pay the entry fee, head to the changing room, change to the towel provided, put her dress and undies inside her locker, and flung herself into the springs, leaving her towel on the ground nearby.

"Aaaaaah, so warm... It feels so nice... And this scent... it's simply lovely!" she said to herself as she soaked herself in the waters.

It didn't take long for her to feel drowsy, due to how nice and relaxed the water made her. It couldn't be helped. She had quite the rough days behind her and this was like heaven to her. And so she slowly drifted off to dreamland as she let her tired body rest on the walls of the bath.

Surely, it wouldn't hurt to take a little nap here...

[Assistant]
It was a very eventful day. Almost too much for the young noble lady, or "noble" as some would emphasize. Regina's father has always told her never to let the royalty or the rest of nobility give her any kind of impression. Then again, her father never seemed to ever respect anyone. To put it simply, her father was not a nice man to anyone but his own family, and even then why was she forced to go to the academy if he was nice to her? Still, he was her father and her mother still loved, or tolerated, him even to this day. She was not exactly sure which was which at this point when it came to her parents.

Either way, here she was sitting in a tavern in Orello after having been to a frontier fort and now being told that they were vacationing here. However, the time came for her to have to introduce herself after the Captain introduced her own and Szeren. "It is a pleasure to meet you all." Regina said after the introduction, but then listened to what the Captain had to say. They were to go on a mission soon, and it was about capturing a dangerous beast. The reason for the Princess to be here was revealed, but right now that didn't matter so much as the free time they were to be given.

Maybe I should go to that hot-spring bath. Regina thought. She had to travel a large amount during the course of the past few days. Regina did not mind that it was a mixed bath as she was not that bashful, mostly thanks to her father and mother's....activities, but she saw a few of her classmates take interest in the bath as well. This might prove to be a good opportunity to see how they are like, but she did not want to talk to them immediately. No, she was going to simply observe unless someone came up to her. Adjusting her glasses and the bracelet she wore that was her vessel, she made her way into the bathhouse reading a final chapter in her book before closing it and getting ready for the medicinal properties that the bathhouse offered. Who knows? Maybe it offered something....more valuable than that. After all, her father always stressed the philosophy of "don't get caught."


[System]
Llexe
Alias: The Red-hot Riot
Age: 24
Nationality: Great Britian
Gender: Female
Appearance: A wiry, busty woman standing at 5'7". She sports short maroon hair, redder toward the ends, choppy in back but long in front, even covering one eye. Her face, often bearing a dull, distant expression under normal circumstances, is a touch gaunt but well-shaped. Her only visible eye is a light gray, almost white, but it doesn't seem natural. A somewhat thick eyebrow is cloven by two scars that run across her eye. Despite her lack of apparent care for her appearance, she wears matching lipstick. On the left side of her face, mostly hidden beneath her hair, are worrisome red markings. She usually wears torn-up dark blue jeans and a modern black-and-orange jacket, zipped all the way. However, she does own another garment that she will wear on very rare, special occasions.
History: Llexe's story is necessarily bound to that of another: a man by the name of Osmun. Possessed of a sour, possessive attitude from an early age and spoiled by negligent parents, he grew into an antisocial, hateful, entitled young man, particularly where girls were concerned. Convinced by certain subsections of online culture that he was an 'incel', denied the attention and respect he felt himself owed by those he denigrated as 'chads', sluts, or members of inferior races, he thought no degeneracy beneath him. When his parents found out about his hideous actions, not just online but in public, they disowned him in disgust. On his own, Osmun looked long and hard for a way to fulfill his fantasies and get back at the people who he saw as having it coming, the brainless sheeple who had it so easy in life. Eventually, as it happened, he found it.

Osmun discovered a way to break himself fundamentally, in a way altogether different from any brokenness before. He gave up something he held most dear, and gained a supernatural ability, the very thing his twisted heart desired most deeply: Morph. With this power, he could rewrite the building blocks of the human form, changing both body and mind as he pleases so long as he could focus. Able to use it to shapeshift into any disguise he wanted, he went out in the world and began claiming victims. He developed an invincible method: isolate the target, hit the mind with a jolt that leaves them 'blank', and then forcibly morph the victim to prevent recognition as he makes his getaway with them. At first, the creep aimed low, taking victims that wouldn't be missed or that presented the perfect opportunity. An idea struck him to create a site on the dark web known as Mail-Order Mine, with which he took requests from customers for final products to sell once he had his fun with them. Eventually, feeling invincible, the creep began to aim higher. He took contracts to make certain people 'disappear', and used those victims to increase his site's stock. Increasingly public figures began to vanish, and never was the perpetrator caught nor the victim seen again.

Eventually, the creep set his sights on a pop idol, a celebrity renowned for her singing. He targeted her not because of a contract, but simply because he found her too happy and confident with her success, and he vowed to make her his. Soon, she too vanished off the face of the earth. Her captor wiped out her mind and her memories, changed her to suit his desires, and tortured her without mercy. Before long, however, she ceased to satisfy, and the creep looked outward again. This time, however, he made a fatal mistake. The next woman he attempted to capture, a notorious criminal by the name of Loxley, turned out to belong to a hidden organization. When he failed to snag her, she pursued him to his hideout using her own ability, and along with two other organization members destroyed his den of depravity. Under threat to his life, Loxley forced him to join her crew to use his power for the organization's own ends. In his hideout Loxley's cohorts found a certain victim, broken in all ways but one, and after provoking a terrifying anger in her brought her back, subdued, to the organization's leader. He awakened Llexe, granting her an ability of her own, and after restoring her as best he could, gave her a new purpose with the promise of revenge against the man who ruined her life. With a new inner strength, Llexe pledged herself to the organization, glad to be and do whatever it required so long as she could annihilate her enemies; never did she become aware of her tormentor's fellow allegiance. Carona City is her first real assignment—a test run to see what she can do in the field.

Personality
Motivations: Outwardly, Llexe seems to want nothing more than to fight, to eradicate the lowlifes troubling Maryland. However, this comes across more as a mission assigned to her than a personal goal, and it includes a hidden caveat: keep tabs on other fighters of note. On a personal level, she wants revenge against her tormentor, and to brutalize any other such scum she might find for her own satisfaction. Without any idea of her past self, she longs to be at peace.
Sexuality: Straight
Likes: * Losing herself in the heat of battle
* Crushing her foes
* Sleeping
* Music, particularly pop

Dislikes: * Abuse
* Lust
* Minor annoyances & being bothered
* Trashing celebrities

General: Llexe is an altogether simple individual. She is a berserker, defined by her vicious recklessness and frightening strength when fighting. In combat, she acts without hesitation or mercy, but not without intelligence; indeed, while she displays little in the way of real intelligence, her cunning in a fight is deadly. When enraged, which she is wont to become at the slightest provocation, this loose cannon actively seeks more destruction. In more normal circumstances, however, she seems to lose her spark. Wearing a vacant face, she is detached and unresponsive as if half-asleep, highly reluctant to actively engage with others or the world around her. In fact, she does fall asleep easily in such a state. She does, however, attend to her needs and will do what she's told without complaint. The only time she seems to awaken other than for violence is for music, which seldom fails to capture her attention. When she's not half-asleep, listening to music, or fighting, she is brusque, snappy, and annoyed.

Fighting Arts
Skills: In terms of mundane skills, Llexe doesn't seem to have much of any. However, while she'll never do it, she is a very talented singer and performer.

Fighting Style: Hysteria, a savage custom fighting style that, though wild and reckless, is in fact coordinated, calculated, and brutally effective. To put it plain, while it may seem like Llexe throws away proper technique when going berserk, there is a definite method to her madness. It is fairly impulsive, and Llexe is not at all above grabbing at enemies' equipment or objects around her to use as weapons. Deriving more from all-out street brawling and the feral fighting style of animals than any established tradition, Hysteria is unique to Llexe because it essentially requires its user to have her ability, Rage, or at least comparable pain tolerance and fortitude. At its basic level, Rage is more passive than active, strengthening her based on her anger. While it doesn't prevent Llexe feeling pain or being hurt, she is able to keep fighting at full strength after taking damage, even severe injury. In fact, Rage makes Llexe stronger when she's suffering. It is also what makes possible the weaponization of her voice. Without Rage, Hysteria would be little more than the mad flailing of a fool.

Weaknesses: While going berserk doesn't mean going stupid, she's definitely not firing on all cylinders, and tends to forego defense, meaning she takes a lot of damage. Very heavy/high-defense opponents who can take her attacks present particularly dangerous counterattacks. She is weak against disjointed long-range attack; that is to say, projectiles. Though she can fight will enough without Rage, Llexe needs it to go all-out, and since it draws power directly from her anger, she has to be legitimately mad to use it. Anything that calms her down will make her less powerful.

Special Techniques:
* Rebel Yell, a powerful scream loud enough to stagger enemies and deafen them temporarily.
* Roll Over, a jumping technique that involves Llexe curling into a spinning ball as she flies upward, after which she can execute a downward slash, a heavy midair slash, a diagonal dive attack, or nothing.
* Honey Trap, a quick lunging grapple. Once landed, Llexe uses her agility to wrap around and end up on the victim's shoulders, ready to use her weight to throw the opponent or simply attack the head.

Super Arts: Trigger-heart, an install super that temporarily transforms Llexe into a stronger form. In this form, her skin is like flexible metal and her musculature, while still lean, is far denser, increasing both her strength and durability. She also gains vicious talons on her fingers and toes, and her screams are also louder and stronger.
Exp: 0
Equipment: Llexe has a pair of fortified combat gloves that provide her hands and forearms some protection. The fingers also have clawed metal tips.

Other: Though Llexe is allowed to do whatever she wants in Carona City so long as she completes her mission, there is one contact from her organization in the city also, keeping an eye both on her -to monitor her progress- and anyone else of interest she finds. This organization is tight-knit, small, and secretive; it is not open for membership by other characters.

[User]
Pacho's ultimate technique shot down at around a forty-five degree angle straight for where Naja stood, but she wasn't going to just take a giant lightning bird to the face lying down. The speed of this ultimate power was truly a remarkable one, but she was no slouch in the speed department herself. With the strength of mechanical legs coupled with the reverse force of her bolstered spear technique, the warrior woman tossed herself back and up into the air narrowly avoiding a direct hit by the energy-enveloped gang member. No sooner than he landed did the cloak of electrical chi dissipate, leaving Paccho kneeling on the ground alone, winded and tired. She made her move, twisting into her mighty thunder axe! The empowered axe kick landed square down on Pacho's defenseless shoulder. Tapped out and vulnerable from his use of the Thunderbird he couldn't block, nor tighten his muscles to resist the damage. Thus he took the full force of the kick and slammed headfirst into the pavement below, his shoulder broken.

Both opponents were down for the count! Unfortunately O-Chul had left one final present for them. With nobody to jump in and intercept his final super art, and Naja right in its path with no clue it was on its way, the ball of elastic chi plowed into her right side. It had gained enough momentum to send her flying across the street and into the wall of the very store they had been sent to protect. It finally reached its final bounce, dissipating in that last collision, but it no doubt fractured a rib or two and caused a ton of damage to her right mechanical arm, plus whatever extra she suffered from her not-so-soft landing.

But when all was said and done the whole group could still get back up. More than could be said for either of their opponents. O-Chul remained completely unconscious, while Pacho seemed to be blinking in and out but certainly was in no condition to get back up anytime soon. They had won.

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O-Chul defeated! Sam XP gain - 4
Pacho defeated! Naja XP gain - 4
Secret goal accomplished: determine Pacho's unknown fighting style! Naja XP gain - 1

[Assistant]
There was a moment of bliss the moment when Naja confirmed she had, in fact, not been hit by Pacho's attack. A moment of weightlessness, that of course couldn't last as she shot herself back down with a powerful Thunder Axe move, an axe-kick delivered straight down into the man's shoulder. Beneath her heel, she felt how she had made impact and finished the fight, ending the whole kick standing on top of his shoulder breathing heavily. He'd been a warrior. More so than she'd have expected to run into the first day here in New Carona. She felt a need to honour him, to say a couple words of admiration, relaxing a bit… and noticing the dark blue ball of chi approaching at high speed from her right, way too late. She tried to twist, place her arm in the way to block the force of the attack, but having relaxed at the wrong time meant all forms of too late.

'KAH-!' she sounded out as the phenomenal force of O-Chul's super sent her flying back into the store she had been trying to save, crashing into the wall of the building and an excruciating pain blasting through her side. It all ended up with her cracked inside the wall, hurt and angry.

'Ah… AGH-!' Naja quickly broke out from the wall, stumbling, her metallic legs losing no form of strength from the pain in her side. Standing in the shop, she looked down on her right-side mechanical arm, what remained of it, as well as her own right side. It, to put it mildly, did not look good. Naja mouthed numerous foul words, and stomped into the floor a couple of times, perhaps with more force than would have been otherwise recommended while indoors.

Really? Really, Naja? You're going to be hurt this bad on the first day? Against common thugs? Even if they happen to be strong common thugs? … She asked herself within her mind. That kind of could get her sponsorship revoked, and heavens knew that was a debt she wasn't close to repaying already. Despite sweating, despite the pain shooting through her, despite broken ribs and all, Naja walked out the door with one deep frown on her face.

'That's it? We're done for now?' Naja asked, her tone heated as she looked over the others. '… I'm going back,' she plainly said, grunting as she turned and walked, intending to get back where she had come from.

[User]
Llexe's anger smoldered against Kiyoshi for some time, but revenge would have to wait for later. She settled into watching her allies fight on her behalf against their attackers, consenting to the idea of a pure, two-on-two fight with no interference. While she saw no point in such restraint, and indeed found herself wracked by more than a little frustration and disappointment for her relegation to the sidelines, she figured that everyone deserved a chance to prove themselves now and again.

Naja and Sam faced their adversaries with strength and fortitude, and despite some heavy punishment, emerged the winners. Of course, if they failed on their very first real bouts, with their allies holding back so that they could have their moments, it would have been about as pathetic as hilarious. Just the thought of her peers getting decked straight out the gate made Llexe snort with laughter. When Naja announced her intentions, Llexe chose to follow, wholly unconcerned for the others' wellbeing. Toughness wasn't a mask that one wore, after all, and dropped when the fight was done. They could deal with their hurts on their own. With a final dagger-eyed glare at Kiyoshi, dripping with intent, she stalked in the direction of home base.


[System]
Elsa Newmaker

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 Basic Summary
Alias: Ella
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Birthday: December 29th 1997
Home in the Mortal Realm: New York, America

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 Personality
Personality:
A quiet person for whom a smile is rare. Elsa is a very serious young woman. She doesn't speak much, even to those whom she has known for a long time. An observer, she prefers to watch and retain rather then give her opinion. People who know her would tell you while her face is passive her eyes are going a mile a minute. You can see the intelligence in her eyes as she watches everything around her. When asked questions she answers in short sentences, only speaking when she has something of import to say. So when she does speak people tend to listen.

Her music is where her passion lies. Sitting at the piano, Elsa becomes a different person. When she is lost in a song you can see her come alive with energy, her fingers flying across the keys and her face showing her true emotions.

If someone offends her she will not hold back from telling them exactly what she thinks, but most of the time she sits back and allows people to make asses of themselves. If asked she will tell you that humans are her least favorite species.

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Fears:
- Darkness
- Spiders
- Water

Likes:
+ the color blue
+ classical music
+ old movies (think Casablanca, Singing in the Rain and Charade)
+ cherries
+ the sound of rain / walking in rain

Dislikes:
- heat
- the taste of alcohol
- mushrooms
- aggressive dogs
- rap and heavy metal

Other: is secretly an Alfred Hitchcock fan

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 Appearance
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 130 lb
Eye Color: Hazel
Hair Color & Style: Brunette/Honey colored / long and wavy
Build: 'Coke bottle' shape = wide at the chest, narrow at the waist and wide at the hips
Skin Tone: Peachy pink
Style:
Elsa leans towards a vintage style but with an element of comfort and traces of bohemian. Her favorite outfit is a lacy peasant blouse with faded jeans she's had for years, comfortable worn out boots and leather/wooden bracelets. Doesn't wear makeup unless she has to, but dabs on a shimmery lip balm regularly.

Other: She has a heart-shaped birthmark on her right hip

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 Skills
Skilled: Elsa is a pianist so she is very musically inclined. She only needs to hear a song once or twice and she remembers it forever. She notices sounds more than other people do, picking up little things in people's voices, making her good at knowing when someone is lying. Unless the person is a VERY good liar.

General: She doesn't let things get to her that much so if you need someone to get rid of a gecko in your house, she won't be happy about it but she'll do it. She's not much of a cook but enjoys food when she remembers to eat.

Unable: Anything to do with absolute darkness or water. Elsa has a mild phobia of bottomless empty space. Which is why she and the ocean don't really get along. If you are hurt and bleeding she will tear her shirt to make a bandage but that is really the extent of her medical knowledge.

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 History
Who were you:
Elsa was the product of a one night stand between a stripper and a drug dealer. Her mother gave her up the moment she was born. The Mason's took her in as a foster child but never adopted her.

From a young age Elsa loved music. She would listen to tapes for hours, humming and singing softly to the work of both classical and modern composers, including Paganini and Yiruma. She practiced at school and joined any music classes she could. Music made her forget about her mother not wanting her, her foster father looking at her inappropriately and her foster mother being jealous.

Her voice and her musical abilities excelled and she was able to earn an audition for Julliard, which she passed. She stays with friends in the city in between semesters, not wanting to stay with her foster parents.

Family:
Tara and John Mason - Foster parents

How did you fall into Fae hands: One night she stayed late after a concert in a park and started playing her favorite piece by Yiruma on the piano. She got lost in the music, wishing she could stay wrapped in it forever.
The next thing she knew everything around her changed and she was suddenly very far from home...

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 Current
Court/Faction: (Leave blank)
What do you plan to do about your situation: Survive any way she can

Possessions:
The clothes on her back, her shimmer lip balm, her favorite emerald ring, her wallet with her money and student ID and apartment keys, her cellphone

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Tara Mason
Relationship Details: Foster Mother, bad relationship, is jealous of Elsa

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John Mason
Relationship Details: Foster Father, bad relationship, stares at/leers at Elsa, makes inappropriate comments about her looks/body

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TJ Dougan
Relationship Details: Gay best friend who watches out for her

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Colleen Farris
Relationship Details: Best female friend, tries to push her to be more active

[User]
Elsa pulled her head from her hands in time to hear the accusation. In shock, she stared at the maids, seeing their triumphant faces. Everything clicked into place with horrific clarity.
She had been set up.

"I..." she stammered for a moment, her voice cracking before she tried again. "I wasn't made aware this was yours," she tried to explain calmly. "It was presented to me. I have not left this area. I don't know where your rooms are nor could I have gotten access to them."

She prayed the woman was at least a little reasonable. If anyone thought about it at all they would see the logic flaw here. Elsa was a human slave. How would she have known or even had access to the Lady's clothing, especially something as fine as this?

"I am not suicidal enough to steal from a Lady," she continued. "I will gladly change, wash the garment and return it to you. And in the future I will not take anything that is offered to me by those who would cause trouble."

[Assistant]
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 Samhain Intrigues
@LovelyAnastasia @Belle @Demonic Angel @Fallenreaper @Forett

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-Location: Under the Mountain/ Lower Quarter-

As Thymund moved deeper through the cavernous bowels of the city. The once distant roars of the creatures kept in the mud mazes, fighting pits, and cages. Jormungars- the large worms of the earth that dwelled with the Ruined Lands and the Mountains. They were wild creatures used for the Fae's amusement though that was all. Any other way they were a nuscience. Something best destroyed. Dire wolves, great lizards, cats, and stags were stabled in different wings of the bottom 'floor' of the cavernous city. Their yowls, roars and calls echoing out. Soldiers, mercenaries, and the more militant of the Fae life were scattered all over the place. The splattering of multiple mix of armor style was uniformed by the Styggian Company. Something Thymund would know as the private army Under the Mountain. The terror of the Night Court.

And they watched the Fae man. Not directly but out of the corner of their eyes. The sense of warriors after years of honing, and they knew Thymund was threat. From the way he moved, from the whispers they heard about him. Erin was being quiet as the Fae steered her along. Through the pits and towards the doors leading from the prisons- the dungeons- out to the execution. Nearing the door Thymund might note a man. Knee high boots that stepped silently, and leather pants made women swoon. A black dress shirt was open to the top of his waist. Showing off pale skin twinged with grey. Black hair fell about his form in feathery waves. "Thymund..." The voice was a velvet purr, a deeper tone echoing in it. "Brother, you have a snack." Nathaniel Darkwing looked bemused at Erin as the door guard stepped forward as well after a moment of hesitation.

-Location: Court of Nightmares/Servant Quarters-

"Lady...?" Clarice looked bemused, but changed into a smug smile. What a delightful catch! This one referred to her as a Lady! As if she wasn't a lowly servant like the rest of the humans here. That was something she could use! Having heard the music coming from this room earlier, she smiled sweetly. Taking her time to walk forward slowly and lean in to talk softly to Elsa. "Oh, you'll wash and return it. Then you're going to work for me. On top of whatever the Fae as you to do." Clarice grinned, this new catch would learn the rules here. There were rules for Fae, then rules for mortals. And she knew exactly how to manipulate this girl to get her work done and then Clarice would have more time to get into the bed of one of the 'Lieutenants'. The Fox and Hound as most of the human servants called them. "Now you're going to go and get out of my dress. Then we are going to teach you how to work the Fae." Clarice gave Elsa a sweet smile. "For my benefit." She smirked, swishing back to her little group as they laughed and giggled among themselves. Elsa may note, however, a elderly woman watching from where she was scrawling in a leather bound book.

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Yin smiled as the human twitched and very clearly did not want to look down. This was highly entertaining. After all, how often did he get to mess with humans this severely merely by standing there? "Problem?" Aimed strictly at Noah as he seemed to be ignoring Vae for the moment.

Once he felt like it he looked at her and shrugged. "Perhaps I shall take you both somewhere to get bandaged up. You both seem quite….attached" A small smile and then he froze ears swiveling.

"Actually there seems to be a problem. One moment" He removed himself from the water forgoing cloths for now, his tails making an appearance as he walked into the entry way to witness the chaos unfolding. "My my….if you had wanted me so badly you could have just asked instead of starting a squabble"

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Yusuke watched the mess unfolding with a bit of confusion. Had this woman really fallen for this? He shook his head and slowly stood. [color=pink]"She is not a thief. She was set up…."[/color} what he wanted to add was do not be so daft, but he refrained.

"I do not understand why you are so upset. She did not know and now she does…." Then he was interrupted by the entrance of the fox. His mouth shut and he slowly sat back down.
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Noah Griffin

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Noah felt paralyzed by the Fox's gaze. His skin pricked and goosebumped, unsettled by the demon's golden eyes sizing him up. Like a piece of meat. The lips curled into a wicked grin causing Noah's stomach to flip in place and whatever meager meal he held, curdling. He didn't answer when the Fox questioned him. Instead, the human just kept his eyes straight as Vae tried to draw Yin's attention on herself. It wasn't really working. That much Noah could easily see for himself while he frantically tried to figure out a way out of this situation.

He want to say something but stopped when Yin's ears swiveled. They seemed to catch something causing the fae to request a moment. Noah let out a breath of relief when he spotted the Fox lift up and out of the pool, his naked figure disappeared into the corridor. Vae, by this time, seemed to have vanished to find him some towels or clothes likely.

His knees felt wobbly as he struggled to remain upstanding. Slowly, he lowered himself into the deepest part of the water to bath. Despite his gut instinct screaming for him to wash and leave, he needed to decompress from the heart-racing experience. Hopefully, nothing else decided to toy with him until he was done.

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Elsa fought to keep her cool detached expression. Flattery always worked wonders on the arrogant. Well, she was in it now and she could see no way out. She would have to work for this woman for the time being. What a bother.

"Fine. But I would watch the women in your group. They are not trustworthy. If they had no qualms about fooling me I doubt they will hesitate to do the same to you should the opportunity present itself."

When the guy she had been speaking to, Yusuke, spoke up in her defense she laid a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Thank you for the attempt, but I don't think it will do much good. I was stupid to assume anything here. I will deal with the consequences."

A fae entered, the fox who had led them here. Did he know what had happened here? Was there anything he could do about it? Did he care enough? Probably not.
On the bright side, if she was killed on sight by the ruler of this place she would not be in forced servitude to the diva. She toyed with the thought of asking him if it was possible to request death but refrained, not certain if he would get or appreciate the sarcasm.
How should she address him? Lord? Sir? Your Grace? She decided on what sounded most respectful.
"Excuse me Lord Fox. My name is Elsa. It seems I was given that lady's dress by mistake. Is there anything I can wear so I may return her garment to her?"

Of course it hadn't been a mistake, but a calculated effort to get her killed. But there was no point in bringing that up. The truth would eventually find its way to the light. In the meantime she needed to be respectful to everyone she met from here on out and keep out of trouble as much as possible.

Elsa's eyes caught sight of something unusual : an elderly woman who seemed to be taking notes. Perfect. Now she could be reported as a thief before ever meeting the ruler.
Death was beginning to look more and more like a possibility.


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Age:
21

Sex:
Male

Hair Color:
Sandy Brown/Grey

Eye color:
Red

Weapon:
Calabolg - A sword passed down to Braska by his father. It stands as a testament to how far Braska has came as a swordsman. He effortlessly blends his swordsmanship with magic to create something stupendous.

Biography:
Braska has lived the life of stardom ever since he could remember. With his father being leader of the Zanarkand Abes, reconstructing Zanarkand, and his mother as the high summoner, Braska stayed in the spotlight as eldest of his siblings. Tidus raised his son to live the life of a blitzball player while also teaching him how to fight. Little did Tidus know that Kimahri and Yuna were both teaching the young boy in the ways of combat and magic. Taking after his grandfather's legacy, Braska went on to achieve spectacular stardom as a Zanarkand Abe but little did he know that fate would bring him into the same life that his father once lived.

Personality:
Braska has been described as a lazy but confident man and someone you can rely on by his comrades. He is smart and has a great sense of humor. He believes in his own methods of doing things not abiding by any other methods, he is very laid back and only speaks words when he feels that he needs to. When people are in his presence they tend to find it hard to speak to him due to the way he gives off a natural presence, making them silent. Normally Braska is the one to start and finish a conversation, he is very hard to predict and tell his emotions due to him having a natural poker-face, he stands out in crowds and is very easy to notice and pick up on.

Are you arriving in Besaid or Living there?
Considering how far the rp is, Braska will be arriving where needed.

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Alex gave a deadpanned expression as she watched Braska show off and if her hands were free, she would of face palmed. So instead she simply smirked a bit. "Yeah you were pretty good... When I didn't tackle you and knock your ass outta the sphere." the red head smirked teasingly. Braska was always a meathead, just like his father, but she couldn't help but feel a bit close and responsible over him. His parents did do a lot for her.

When they reached the temple steps, Alex smirked a bit excitedly. These steps were quite famous for races and momentarily, she forgot any aches and pains she had as she started racing up the stairs at a fast pace, using her long strong muscular toned legs to carry her. She released the two men she'd be assisting walking/dragging to effectively boot up the steps. If they needed help, she'd run back down and help them.

"Wooooo race ya to the top! Last one there pays dinner!" Alex shouted as she bounded up the steps. Reaching the top, she stretched and smirked, giving a laugh before looking down toward the party.

Despite the attacks, the lack of sleep, her friends slowly leaving, and having weird body attacks, the adventure was still exciting for the tall woman. It felt like she was so alive! It was awesome!

When the others caught up, as a seemed to recognize the place and started hyperventilating and basically having a panic attack. Blinking her blue eyes in minor confusion, they narrowed as the summoner huddled up against Gippal. For the love of the ancestors these suitors were impossible.

Still, this time, Alex felt like she couldn't interfere as Eva was sobbing which made Alex twitch, not knowing what to do and felt hesitation. The Ice Witch spoke up to the summoner and the red head scratched the back of her head, trying to think of a way to make the girl stop crying. She despised crying. It didn't make her mad, it just made her panic and desperate. And panicking was a awful feeling.

Moving closer, she lightly patted the summoner on the head. "Hey come on. I know temples can be a biiiiiit... Off. Trust me I'm like, number one on the sin list. Of top twenty at least. I walk in there, I swear I will get hit in the shin with a steel staff. So no worries, priests will be too mad at me to give you any grief. But ha know, there's a big fire beast in there who I'm sure is bored out of his mind and would love to meet a pretty maiden after like twenty years or so. I mean, have you seen it down there? Super boring. Just a bunch of monster buddies to keep him company. He's probably itching to get into action again. Though, I'm sure he won't mind if you take a few to take a nap, have a nice tall glass of iced Coconut Pinapple Mari, and catch a few Z's. Maybe go shopping, ya know this place actually has a pretty good shopping center now. Or or, you can pretend I am the embodiment of whatever is bothering you and slap the shit outta me." Alex laughed in a sort of rapid joking tone as her mind tried her best to think on what to do. This was her way of attempting to cheer someone up, buuuu it wasn't always effective. Having wrapped a arm around both Gippal and Eva, bringing them both in one of her one armed bear hugs but not splitting them apart. While her other hand moved about, gesturing to places she mentioned and even smacking herself in the face, right across her right cheek after she pulled away from the two. Obviously not holding back as there was now a nice sweltering red handprint mark on her cheek.

Taking a few moments, she took a deep breath before clapping her hands together in front of her chest before holding her right hand up with her index finger pointed. "I'm going to get some rooms at the Kalu Malu inn." she stated before quickly storming away, mumbling about how big of a dunce she was.

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"…" Nai's eye twitched, watching Eva curl up against Gippal. The mage couldn't help herself, but feel jealousy towards the summoner. It was inevitable, they both loved the same man and it showed. Nai was sure her expression was quite ugly at the moment, so she quickly turned away. Urick was probably the only person who could see her face.

 At this very moment, Naisha had the desire to fire flares left and right to vent her frustration. It probably showed as her arm was also twitching. It was a bad idea to come on this mission like this, a very baaaaaaaaaad idea. She had to travel separately from the others otherwise she wasn't sure how much she will be able to control herself before she does something stupid. Maybe after all she was going to contact Rikku from Luca. Along with Lady Yuna and her teacher, auntie Rikku as she liked to be called, Nai felt them as close relatives. Yeah… once they got to Luca, she was going to go to a separate path from the rest. It was for the best… She knew Gippal wanted to protect Eva and knew that if things continue like this, at some point things will end with confrontation with the summoner. It was scary thinking how such thoughts could even appear in her mind.

 'Calm yourself. It's not healthy for you stay frustrated like that.' The cold voice ran through her mind. The mage knew that it was right, as her emotions raged, it made it hard to focus on recovering.

 Shaking her head, she turned around and focused on the other childhood friend she hadn't seen in a while." Hey Braska, if you don't mind me asking, why weren't you at the game earlier? I didn't see you among the players in the sphere." Nai asked a complexly unrelated question changing her own focus to calm her nerves from the sight of Gippal and Eva.

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Sifen was dragged away from the frail weirdly half demon girl. He somehow never noticed her horn and weird arm. "Hey man, we both got weird arms man, you need to cool it with the-" he was cut off by the girl swooping on her chair into the air. Guess it was fixed and now could fly. Neat. He didn't even notice that someone was carrying it. He also didn't notice that almost half an hour had passed since that moment and he was being dragged through the jungle. It seemed like seconds had passed since he said that to Nai but he was wrong.

He was starting to come down halfway through the trek and started noticing things going on. Mostly that everyone was in love in the group aside from him, Maximus and Braska. Even Alex seemed to look at Urick every now and then so it seemed she too was more capable of love than these three. Maybe Braska loved himself and maybe Maximus was one of those monks that can't have sex. They both had reasons but Sifen was just... he didn't know. He felt like he liked some girls but never knew what love was really supposed to be since he missed the whole teenager with raging hormones surrounded by other gender teenagers phase. He knew what it was like to love a family member but heard that it's gross when people love them the same way they do a girlfriend or wife. Which was weird since wives are your family, yet you can love them like a girlfriend but not a mother like one. It was complicated and Sifen never bothered with it much.

Another half hour passed and seemed like 10 minutes this time. He was sober after the light jog he did almost the whole way there. It wasn't necessary but he kept trying to match pace with Alex as she held his hand, hopping to get his strides as long as hers the majority of the way. All of his actions seemed so... strange. Even for him they weren't normal and he was a fairly abstract guy. He felt the grip on his arm loosen and he was free. He was so used to being dragged he just stopped walking as he was released. He turned to see the end of a strange angry look from Nai and a scene again full of a weird amount of romance behind him. "I'm too poor to lose this race. So uh, I'll just walk look at Nai's chair for a bit, feel free to carry her up though, I just need the chair. Simple machina checkup, weird how it's still floating while it's broken." He walked over and put his ear up against it listening for the whir of a hovering engine but heard nothing. It was weird, all AL Bhed tech had a similar whir to it. Even the best stuff still had some noise when you put your ear to it. "Hmmm..." He said with a deepened tone

Sifen pulled his head away and tried to grab a small little device to light things up like a torch but found that his left arm was in fact nonexistent. He blushed and pushed away from the chair and headed to the stairs with his missing arm in a position that would have tucked it behind his back, had he had anything past an elbow. His face was red and continued back until he hit the stairs with his heel and he quickly turned around and raced after Alex who had already arrived at the top. He kept his stub tucked tight against his body. He felt so useless and embarrassed at that moment. A mechanic with one arm was no better than a gunman with one arm. He didn't even have a pistol or a one handed weapon unless he modified his rifle, but he couldn't make it back into a rifle if he shortened it and weakened it that much. He got to the top and looked to the temple doors, Alex was in his peripheral vision but he couldn't look her in the face. He smiled though. He didn't need an arm to climb those stares. He didn't need an arm to get out of those ropes earlier either. Maybe this wasn't so bad. But maybe it was. Time would certainly tell. He was second up the stairs as well, so he definitely didn't need an arm to pay for dinner. He chuckled a little. He wasn't sad about this whole mess, just embarrassed.

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Maximus rubbed his head as he walked to the steps of the temple. He was back to his sense now. The last bit he had been really quiet, remembering what happened an hour before. His hand gripped the sheath of his Sword tightly under the cross guard. He was ashamed of his actions towards Alex. Suddenly Eva started hyperventilating and crying, not wanting to be here. He cocked his head in confusion. What was wrong?

He watched as She curled up in Gippals arms. Holding him like a security blanket. He noticed Nai looking away, Alex contemplating doing or not doing something, Saina talking to Eva and suddenly clacking her heel as suddenly an alchemy circle appeared above Gippal and Eva. Snow started to fall. What power was this?? He never saw the like.

It was then Alex tried to cheer her up.. but it sounded like she was talking to a child. After she was done she ran off to get a room. While this happened he waited, staying silent and watching.

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Gippal's comment tackled the anger within Braska. It wasn't a usual thing to catch him mad but Gippal knew how to do it. He knew how to bring braska down a notch into an emotion he hated to show. Braska lifted his right leg and stomped it into the rock while simultaneously throwing his arm to the side, looking his father when he did it. "HEY!" Braska yelled at Gippal with a little ferocity in his voice. He hated being treated as Gippal's second. It was asinine. Braska was known as Jecht's second coming. One of the best players to touch the ball and yet Gippal wanted to brag he was the best. No Braska wouldn't allow it. This was his life and he'd be sure this story ended with him as the best Blitzball Player. "We can go one on one anytime." The last Braska muttered to Gippla before they all began the hour long walk to Kilika.

As they walked, Gippal told Braska all about the five years that he had disappeared. It was a very engaging tale and all Braska could do was stare. Not only was he placing himself higher in Blitzball but now he had some exciting five years. Braska just smiled and was happy Gippal was alive. The Thane situation and Eve being a summoner brought some light to the situation and why Braska was now with them. It almost destiny that his family would either protect a summoner or be one. Maybe this was his story or maybe this was Gippal's story and Braska was just part of the stand in. It only pissed him more thinking about it. Suddenly Eve began to have a breakdown. She clutched on to Gippal. Braska watched intently. His eyes moved from Gippal to Eve and then caught Nai staring. "What the hell is going on here?" Braska thought to himself almost angrily. Was it that the girls were gravitating to him. It was true that Gippal had spent more time with them but Braska felt overwhelmed. It was just like back then as well. As much as Braska was the adorable young one of the team, Gippal had all the women falling over him. Nai's question jogged Braska's mind from the jealousy.

"I had a little bout with the Guado and well." Braska paused, "They put me under a sleep spell. But how have you been? Sorry I haven't been around Besaid much."