[System]
Notable Parents:
None. Auron, however, is a relative.
Age: ???

Sex: Female

Hair Color: Black and Blue

Eye color: Blue

Appearance:
Most accurate for her hair.

Saina is a 5'1 woman, standing currently as the shortest of the group. Her skin is pearlescent white and her hair dark as a crows, with the end a strange hue of blue that only matches her haunting shade of pale blue eyes. She wears it up in a high ponytail the majority of the time, as when it's down the amount of mana coming off of her gives the strange side effect of her hair appearing to move like it's underwater. Something she finds weird, and doesn't like to flaunt given the way she wears it. Her attire is as mostly seen in the images above with a few exceptions; that being that her cloak does not have sleeves. A scar runs across the side of her abdomen and she frequently wears full fingered black gloves to aid her grip on her katana. Her skill with the katana is only so-so, used instead mainly to place more precision into her unique ice magic and to kill the stray fiend here and there when necessary. Her black katana rests on her hip usually and when drawn, snow falls from the blade. She carries items on her belt to grab and use when needed without having to rifle through her larger stores of belongings.
Weapon: Black Katana, Magics

Limit break:
"Lance de Glace" - Several black ice lances form around Saina in midair, then with a snap of her fingers move to impale the enemy directly

Any Armor: Black Cloak

Skills:
-Ice Magic
-High Agility
-High Speed
-An excellent dancer

Shortcomings:
-Only so-so with a sword
-Secretive
-Has difficulty forming relationships

Occupation: ???

Biography: ???

Personality: Saina is a mysterious woman who often appears to be aloof, yet when you look in her eyes there is some sort of deep understanding seen there. She is stoic, vigilant, and very blunt when asked for her opinion.

Are you arriving in Besaid or Living there?: Arriving on her chocobo, Mercury

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Urick watched as Saina as she blushed and looked away from Hector. He let his hands fall from the bars as he looked to Hector with a slight frown. Hector missed the look from Urick entirely as he looked to the tall redhead waking up now. Urick also had looked over, he also heard what she had called Saina. This had caused Urick to look at the back of Saina, his shoulders dropping. He remembered the days he was picked on growing up. Being abnormally large since he was a kid. He was often called names, and ganged up on while living in Zanarkand, and mostly in Bevelle while at school. He hated it. Loathed it. And to hear his friend doing it made him sad.

He looked at Saina as she leaned against the bars and muttered a few words that he could just barely make out. He reached out and placed his massive hand on her shoulder, feeling the sheer coldness of her skin with his bare hands, (His gauntlets being confiscated once in the building.) But he didn't pull back. He wanted to let her feel and know that he didn't think the same as Alex did. He understood why Alex hated Saina... she had hurt Nai yesterday with the ice crystal that had exploded from her chest. But as much as he didn't agree with the tactic, or the fact his friend almost died. He saw that it had stopped a major situation in it's tracks. And with Gippal unwilling to hit Nai, and Alex almost hitting her temple and killing her surely, Saina actually saved Nai in a weird and roundabout way. But with the questions that she asked him and the way she thought (To the best of his knowledge) there was much more under the surface to Saina Cross.

Alex then asked if he was OK. After a second of realizing it was to his physical well being he nodded. He didn't need to elaborate on it. She then turned to her surroundings after asking for Nai and if she was alright as well. Almost right after Nai's answer, she started ramming the bars and walls of her cell with her shoulders. Nai instantly telling her to stop, and Saina did something as a blue line lazily went from her foot towards Alex's and suddenly Ice formed below her.

At seeing this and seeing Saina look away and sigh, he let out a low grunt. When she would look at him he would shake his head as if telling her to stop. It will only make things worse between them. Though it was clear that Saina didn't care.

All the while Hector leaned against the bars with his forehead and his arms above, clinging to the bars and somewhat holding him up. Watching as the huge woman...like seriously huge woman started smashing against the walls and bars. He was more in awe and confused, the tall woman seemed to be like a female ronso pissed off. But he instantly recognized her as Alex, the Besaid Auroch's star defender. She was much bigger than he thought she was in person. He also did NOT expect her to be acting like this. He respected women who could handle herself. But he expected....more...

As Nai was telling her stop and he was going to add his two cents as well. He heard another person, the girl who was thrown in hear before the other three, start to yell, very angrily at Alex telling her to stop. Suddenly rushing up to the bars Hector got a good look at her. She was a pretty girl....if not for the puke and snot and...yeah.

After swearing to take Alex with her she puked over the bars and Hector literally jumped back, being across from her cell. "WOAH WOAH WOAH!" He said he moved to the corner of the cell that was the corner shared with Urick's cell. Trying to get to the farthest point away from the sick girl. He started to Gag at seeing the puke, but nothing came up. "Come on! use the toilet girl! No need to be a hazard to the rest of us!"

He paused as he sniffed twice. Then went over to his cot and slammed a pillow in his face. His muffled voice came from under the pillow as a scowl could be seen on his face. "Grwait...dust grwait." As he sat on his bed.

The two guards came in at all the racket, the first one who stopped Saina first yelled. "OI! Keep it quite in here!"He slammed a small baton against Alex's cell. "Stop it! Or I will knock you out." He looked to Saina, "You ok miss? I'm sorry I'm gunna have to ask you to leave, inspection or not, We have to deal with all..." He looked to the puke on the floor and then back to her. "This."

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Alex grumbled as she slammed against the wall, breathing a little harder as she continued to charge and tackle assaults. Though she did pause as Naisha spoke out, stopping in place as the Mage ordered her to stop. Her body reeled to continue but it didn't move either and she grumbled irritably, starting to pace but stopping her assault at Naisha's command.

Alex cursed and grumbled until she felt her foot slip and fell flat on her back with a loud bam and crack. Glaring toward Saina, the red had sat up, double flipped her off before angrily smashing her fists against the layer of ice. This hurt quite a bit more without the gauntlets. But the red head didn't really care, it was almost numbingly comforting. Smashing her fists repeatedly against the ice, making cracks and smashin it into shards, several piecing the flesh of her bare hands. Blood trickling from the cuts and staining the blue crystals red.

As someone yelled, Alex irritably stood up, raising her hands and licking them. She didn't have a potion, so she'd just lick at them. Yuna and Lulu would always scold her not to, but it was almost just instinct to lick at injuries. Blood didn't taste so bad either.

"**** off I don't have to listen to you, you rotten...!" Alex shouted back at the voice, the person she couldn't really see. Before pausing at the sound of vomiting. The red head blinked slowly and groaned irritably, feeling a sense to somewhat give the apparent sickly prisoner what they wanted, before continuing licking her hands before glaring at the guard that hit his baton against the cell, in which she kicked the bars with a hard blow, making another loud bam sound as she glared.

"Go ahead. Do it. I dare you. Come in here and try it you bastard." Alex said almost nonchalantly, kicking bars again before resuming licking her now bruised and bloody calloused hands. In a way, she just wanted to be knocked back out anyway. Apparently one of the easier ways to go to sleep and so she didn't have to listen to bullshit.

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Saina looked over her shoulder and noticed Urick shake his head at her. Her lips parted and her eyebrows raised as she noted his concern, but by the time that she looked back, the ice had already set off. The redhead had proceeded to slip onto her backside before growling and punching at the ice. Meanwhile, a pale haired girl across from them caught her eye.

Was that...? She squinted through the dim lighting, somehow not very surprised that the girl from before that was with the group that had kidnapped Sifen, Maximus and herself had gotten herself locked up in here since they'd last seen each other. Even worse, she seemed very sick. Saina lifted her boot as the poor girl sneezed and puked at the same time, narrowly avoiding a mess on her neatly polished high heel shoes. The pale girl briefly glanced at Hector, but was distracted when the guards from earlier came tromping down the aisle of the prison. Of course... She had tried to stop the racket that Alex was making by forcing the amazonian down via her ice, not doing it out of maliciousness. Yet, again, it seemed she had been misinterpreted and now she had lost her chance to speak with all of them about what had happened before the legalities got in the way.

As much as the guards wanted to knock Alex out, they didn't with the 'inspection' going on. They didn't want to get into any trouble if they did. They just hit the bars again and spat, "Just shut up and stay quiet. If you knew what was good for you, you would do so. You are already in deep chocoboo shit with the captain."

Urick's teeth clenched as Alex just started to get more furious by the second, as she taunted the guards to come in after her. He was growing tired of her attitude, for one that got them into this situtation, and how she was hurting herself for no reason. She was like a child throwing a tantrum. It finally got to the point where Urick was so irritated because of the constant anger flowing around him chipped away at his inner peace. Also how she licked her hands like a wounded animal just... was undignified. He tried to ignore it all but slowly started to shake with anger as his grip on Saina's shoulder tightened, with out him realzing he was doing so. Saina was pulled from her thoughts and looked over her shoulder at Urick, her lips parting curiously. Noticeing his distress, she looked into his eyes and gingerly placed a hand over his where it was on her shoulder, giving him a small, half smile briefly... At which Urick looked down to see her hand on his and realized that he was gripping her shoulder roughly. He loosened his grip and looked down, away from her eyes. As if apologizing if he did hurt her. Though it was clear that he had not.

It was then her other hand slipped under his as well, grabbing the off-guard man's wrist and tugging forward hard. The result was Urick's body slamming up against the bars and at the very least being hit square in the forehead with a metal bar. Urick, surprised, grunted at the sharp pain in his head as Saina stepped away, his body sliding down the bars as she placed her hands on her hips and looked at the guards. Once more, she had effectively shown her authority to them. Urick placed his hand to his head to check for bleeding, relieved to find there was none. A sharp breath and a muffled "Ooooooo..." Could be heard from Hector's cell as he saw how harsh Saina was to Urick.

"I'm fine... And, that's understandable." Saina sighed to them, rubbing her eyes. She took a quick, sidelong glance at the pale haired girl, her eyes trying not to betray her urges to look between Naisha, Alex and Urick. While this pale haired girl had been in the group that had kidnapped herself and the others that had been with her, it wasn't as though she cared to watch someone get sick all over themselves. It reminded her of an old friend... "I'm quite concerned however. This girl seems to be in quite a bit of pain. Do you run your prisons this way? By allowing the convicts to suffer?" She tilted her head towards the guards, her gaze a little more stony than before.

The guards stood up straighter as she glared at them, they hesitated as they glanced at each other. After a moment one of them spoke up, "She had only been here for a few hours, she wasn't acting like this at the time." He nodded to the other guard, clearly to get the healer. As the other guard quickly left, not to be near the woman who just slammed the guy three times her size against the metal bars.

"Well then, if that's out of the way, I'll have to see you gentlemen later." Saina began to make her way out of the prison. As she walked, her heels clicked against the pavement and she looked over her shoulder to Urick's cell. She mouthed the word 'Sorry,' appearing to cringe a bit at having to do that to the pale haired man.

The guard nodded and followed her out, but didn't notice her mouth to Urick sorry as he was looking at Nai and her...deformities. As they reached the door he closed it with a bang and waited for the other guard to return.

Hector had stood up when they left and with the pillow still on his face he moved over to the bars. "How bout we all calm down then?" He proposed with a cheerful voice. "No use hurting yourself to try and get out when Gippal's on the case. He is very good at making deals, I should know."

He looked at Urick and said, "Damn Urick you found yourself a mighty fine woman." he glanced at the other girls who seemed to know him. "Or women?" He pressed hesitantly.


[System]
Age: 14

Gender: Female

Nationality/Birthplace: ?

Current Residence: Republic City

Appearance:

Occupation: Student/Babysitter

Elemental Affinity: Air

Theme: Fireflies - Owl City

Background: Asha is a young girl with a talent for air bending. She resides on Air Temple Island with the other air benders, spending her days learning of skills and techniques to come ever closer to becoming a master. Not much is known of her parents, other than they arrived in Republic City with their infant daughter to try and start a new life; they were not seen since dropping Asha off on the island. She often wonders where they are, or if they are even alive, but tries not to focus too hard on the issue.

Asha is fairly young to be roaming the streets of Republic City, but likes to earn a little bit of income from babysitting jobs. She is good with children, probably because she is still a child herself. Despite this, she shows maturity and responsibility when looking after kids. She is often employed by the Tsukiko family, as they are busy people with hectic schedules and need someone to watch out for their youngest, Sesi.

The brunette is a bit awkward and awfully innocent to the point that she seems oblivious to what is happening around her. Asha is sweet and honest, wanting nothing more than peace within the world. True to the air bending culture, Asha does not have many worldly possessions. The items most precious to her are her ancient but useful glider, a lemur plush, and a necklace with the air bending symbol.

Asha hopes to explore the world someday. With so much out there, she feels she is missing out on the wonders of the world.

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"Well," Siku started, pointing to a small island off the Fire Nation. "This is Iwa here and Gung-Li is... Here," She moved her finger to a peninsula where the city was marked, about a few miles from where they were now. "It's not exactly on the coast closest to the Fire Nation, but it's on the Eastern front of this peninsula here, so they might have some way to get there. However, it might be faster to find something to get us closer to the south-western border and cross there..." She mused, scrutinizing the map. "We'll have to see what options we've got when we get there and decide then."

She looked at Katsu when he mentioned getting on their way privately and she nodded, "On the other hand, if we go like that, then there's a more specific trail to follow. If we take a public route with lots of people, at least there will be witnesses and other people there to follow us in case something goes wrong. It'd be harder to track names, at least." The girl made sure she had all of her equipment before rolling the map up again and rising to her feet. "Alright, well... I guess we won't know until we get there, at least, yeah? So let's move."

Siku shouldered her pack and rubbed her eyes again. Four hours was not enough, no, but hopefully it would last her through the night. They needed food even more, though. "When we get there, I'm gonna eat... and eat... and eat..." She said as they found the road and started walking once more. "I'm so freakin' hungry... We could have planned our food and this walk a little bit better, I suppose."

A thought occurred to her as they walked and she looked at Katsu, "Wait... Katsu... In the sewers... You only used earth and fire bending..." She noted, furrowing her brow, "Have you tried air or water yet... at all?" It still baffled her that he could even think of having the power over all four and not at least have a grasp on all four.

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Asha just listened to her two other companions as they decided the right route to take. Feeling a bit uncomfortable with all the zig zags swirling around the map, the brunette took to gathering her things up and placing them neatly in her backpack. She walked back over when it sounded like the two had settled on things and clasped her hands behind her back, "So, have we decided how we are doing things?" she asked, remembering she overheard something about their own boat...how were they going to buy their own boat? Weren't they expensive?

She giggled at Siku when the other girl mentioned food and how she was going to gorge when she was in sight of some; their food supply wasn't much since they had decided to pack light and with the older girl talking about food, made her tummy grumble in agreement. Asha held her stomach in slight embarrassment and laughed a little, "Sorry, guys. Guess I am hungry, too!"

The brunette looked over at Siku when she mentioned to Katsu that she had only seen him use Earth and Fire bending. She blinked when Siku asked the Avatar if he even knew how to use Water or Air. That would make sense as to why he hadn't used either or...but maybe he just didn't like them as much as earth and fire.

Either way, his answer was sure to startle the both of them.

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Whichever way they decided to travel it was going to take some time, Katsu knew that much. They had a destination, getting there was another matter entirely; shame he didn't have something like a flying bison, they could make the trip in no time at all. Koinu couldn't even carry him, let alone the three of them, so riding an animal was out of the question. The fact they were going to have to rely on public transit, a boat of all things, hardly thrilled him. What Siku said about it made sense, that being in a crowd might help obscure them. Yet the opposite might be true too, they could stand out in a crowd like a sore thumb. Not only that, but being in a mass of people it would be almost impossible to tell who might mean them harm; if they chose the sneakier route, then anyone they came across would more likely than not be against them.

"However we do it, we should do it soon. Nothing worse than sitting around while someone's searching for you," Katsu said aloud, frowning as he rose to his feet, "So we'll head to Gung-Li, and worry about getting to Iwa when we get there." If he'd learned anything in life, it was to be flexible. Even the best laid plans could be ruined by just one instance, so better to prepare to change than to stick to some routine. Improvising was something he was particularly good at, yet goodness knows if the same might be said for Siku or Asha. Giving Koinu's head a gentle rubbing, the Avatar began following alongside the Water Bender, smirking somewhat amused when she brought up food. "You'd never survive in the kind of life I've lived, you're too spoiled," Katsu teased, placing a hand on his stomach, "I can go for a while without eating, I guess it pays to be poor sometimes." Not that he was particularly poor now, but he had been for a while.

He would be fine without food, but Katsu did worry about Koinu. Still being a pup he really should eat regularly, and without any food really packed for travel, there wasn't much for his furry friend. Worst case he supposed he could go and hunt something, it wouldn't be the first time he'd done so. Glancing over to Siku when she started to question him, the Avatar's cheeks flushed slightly at what she had asked, looking away abashed and clearing his throat. "Well... Uh... No... Not really," he admitted, scratching at his nose casually with his index finger, "Never really had a chance to learn, or a teacher. Most of what I know now is self-taught too." He didn't really bend all that often, there was typically no reason to do so. It wouldn't be totally unfair to say he was out of practice, not that he'd ever admit such a thing.

"But hey, I can get on just fine without those two! I mean there's no big apocalyptic event going on, or some war threatening the world, it's just me running from some oppressive jerks. I don't see a reason to need all four elements for that," Katsu continued, grinning as he reached over and put an arm around both Siku's and Asha's shoulders, "That's what I've got you two for, right? My water princess and my little air nomad, you can make up for what I didn't learn." More than anything he just really had no desire to learn. Learning another element was difficult, that went without saying, and also immensely time consuming. It could take up to a few weeks to even grasp the basics, depending on his teacher, and longer still to have some semblance of a mastery. Much as he'd like to think they could teach him, Katsu had serious doubts about his companions being good teachers.

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Siku's face twisted into one of disgust and mockery as she mimicked Katsu, "You'd never survive the life I lived... I'm the Avatar and a scrappy vagabond! Nobody's had a life as tough as mine!" She laughed, grinning at herself before involuntarily releasing a single snort. Her hand instantly covered her mouth as her face turned beet red. "Shut up, I can live without food for a bit... But in case you don't remember, a certain Avatar made us run out of a restaurant in the middle of a meal," She muttered, crossing her arms.

What she didn't expect was his legitimate answer to her question. She was only teasing... he really hadn't even tried, or successfully attempted, the other two elements? The hair on the back of her neck stood up as she felt his arm come in contact with her shoulder. Her lip curled in contempt as he continued to blather away. Her mind echoed back to her the words 'water princess' as soon as he said it.

Water princess... Water princess...

Her brow furrowed gradually... Princess.

The girl crouched quickly, ducking under the Avatar's arm, before taking one decisive step forward and placing her foot into the back of his knee. The soft scraping of metal against sheath sounded as she pulled her blade a mere two inches from its home without drawing it. "You wanna find a better way to phrase that..? Stick possession in front of a reference to me ever again and I'll carry you back to Republic City on a platter myself," She offered, leaning forward with a small growl in her voice. She paused for a moment, just long enough to ensure he wouldn't be able to answer before she pressed her weapon back into the sheath. Siku stepped around him and kept walking as though she hadn't just falsely threatened his life... again. One hand rested cautiously on the hilt of her dao.

"Hm... If I have the cycle correct, Asha, he'll need air bending once he actually learns fire... Maybe you can show him the basics, at least. Of course... to do that, he'd actually have to be a skilled firebender..." She shook her head, "So maybe it'd be better not to clear your calender just yet.

"It's sad really... What kind of Avatar doesn't at least try on their own..? I understand not mastering or even caring to master the elements... but to completely pretend like two of them aren't in your repertoire... Pfft, I'd say that makes it sound like you're more afraid of failure than you are death."

[User]
The small brown haired girl hummed to herself as the other two in her group conversed. Asha's mind was somewhere else completely, as she wondered about what all they might see during their travels. She had been born and raised in Republic City and even then she hadn't seen much of it. This whole traveling and adventuring the world was an exciting new prospect for her and that was all that was going on in her mind, before she felt a hand around her shoulder which caused her to jump. Her cheeks flushed a bright pink when she had seen just who it was who had their arm around her shoulder; Asha giggled softly and nodded at Katsu's words, him saying she was his little air nomad...she sort of missed the other part of the conversation, though.

It was then that Asha realized that the avatar had said something that ticked off her water bending friend and she just watched with amusement at how easily Siku threatened Katsu's life yet again over something she was assuming was petty. Still though, it was funny to see how the two interacted and despite how much they fought, how close they seemed. The brunette smiled at the others before turning her attention back towards the road they were traveling, hoping to watch out for anything suspicious. Since the Avatar was wanted and now on the run, one could never be too cautious.

"Hm?" Asha turned her attention once again towards her comrades, more directly to Siku, "Oh, yeah, I think that is how it goes. So, whenever you want to learn some air bending, lemme know!" the girl said with zeal, forming a fist with one hand and throwing it in the air. "It really is a fun element..." Asha trailed off, not knowing whether or not Katsu was ready to even attempt air bending. Since Katsu had taken more of a liking towards fire (obviously) and earth, she feared that the boy would have a very troubling time with the other two elements.


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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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 Relationships

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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 stared at the old woman in concern and bewilderment. What kind of deal could she possibly have made? She thought hard, trying to recall. It was such a blur. Had she made some kind of deal and could not remember it?
"Is there a way to find out what deal I made? Because I truly do not remember," Elsa asked.

It was a relief to know she could not be killed. At least she didn't have to worry about that. As far as nightmares... well she had lived a nightmare though her entire childhood. She could take a lot more then people thought she could.
"When do I get to know what I'll be doing?" was Elsa's next question. "Am I going to get to meet the ruler of this place?"

She wasn't sure if she wanted to meet the ruler or not. Seeing the fae she had met so far it wasn't reassuring. Did being the ruler mean he was more civilized... or more savage than the others?

[Assistant]
Thymund White

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Thymund would maintain his smile as they passed the whispering crowds and individuals. Thymund's titles were simple and mysterious. His titles were not official, yet the King himself seemed to regularly task him to various ends. Thymund was rumored to be a hunter under guise of fey magic, capable of wielding black iron and silver without being harmed… likewise, it was also rumored that he was the King's son. Neither rumor was true to anyone with auspicious relation to Falk. Without the rumors, the truth known of Thymund was laughably simple; Most of the deaths that have befallen important individuals that have lost favor with Falk met their end after the appearance of Thymund White. As true as could be, his presence was either an Omen of dire meaning, or a blessing of anomalous origins.

While there were plenty of grave stories involving Thymund, there were also stories of his involvement in the defense of several individuals. His perception was his weapon, if nothing else was. "You have indeed traveled far, though you do not seem busy with any matters other than your summons." Thymund would speak on Kaeleer's appearance, his eyes staying forward as the two continued to walk along the bridge. "Though I would comment on what urgencies you may have, Kaeleer, I would not wish to become involved. Your loyalty to Falk is apparent, however your definition of what is urgent is far more easily questioned." It was unclear if Thymund was insulting him.

Thymund would clarify by continuing. "Enjoying a task always seems to derive any urgency from the subject… It makes the task simple, though not always easy I feel." Thymund spoke of his own tasks, not Kaeleer's, though he did not specify so. "Your calling could be said the same, Kaeleer. A general being called from across the realm would leave a great deal of questions among those that whisper." Thymund would glance at Kaeleer out of the corner of his eyes. Thymund had always enjoyed this individual's company. Kaeleer was not one to shy himself away from anyone nor was he afraid to speak openly of his intentions. These were rare traits to witness so close to the Dark Tower.

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 Samhain Intrigues
@Belle @Fallenreaper @Forett

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-Location: Under the Mountain/ Lower Quarter-

@FallenTrinity The grand door soon stands before you, pale blue light blooming over it as it yields to let you two enter. Closing behind you with a ominous closing. A sound that echoed through the massive halls and drew looks from the darkest and most powerful of Fae Under the Mountain. The weak did not dwell within the Court of Nightmares for long. The floor was a shiny white that was at odds with the gleaming ceiling of dark stone and glittering gems and metals. The walls were decorated in various paintings and trophies from various hunts. Skins, heads, horns, claws and fangs. But the runners of dark deep blue that covered the marble, offering a weak warmth from the chill of the stone, led the eye up to a second door. This one just as large, and up a grand staircase. A woman on one side was holding the handle and thus hand of the man on the other. She was fair to look upon. With an angular cat-like face her eyes were pure emeralds that looked at one with the door. The man on her opposite was as wilde as she was not. Storm winds whipped his great cloak about him shrouding his body in mystery along with his face. Though the moon at his back echoed the rose at hers.

This was the door to the Grand Hall of the Court of Horrors, the Court of the worst side of the UnSeelie. Behind those doors was a long hall filled with pillars of moonstone and silver holding up a ceiling that disappeared in the darkness. The mirror polished black floor was covered in the petals of roses, lilies, moon flowers and the like. Braziers stood between the pillars offering some warm to a room that carried the chill and weight of the Mountain above. At the very back, sitting on the throne shaped from the skull of a dragon, blackened by age was the Lord of UnSeelie. Her hands a folded steeple before him, as he seemed lost in his thoughts. Upon the raised dias, there was a trail of blood to a body that laid at the base of the throne. The wrecked form of a winter-born Fae. He was unable to kneel or move at all, for the Fae's body had been wrecked by some giant beast. The vacant eyes of the man also told that his mind had been torn from him by the King. Something Falk did not do lightly or without reason. Across the chest of the King's blackened armor was looped a decorative image of a dragon. Each detail making it seem almost alive. The grey-black hear reading over the clasp were the cloak on the King's back was held in place. The ruby eyes gleaming in the faint light. A clawed paw clamping on the other shoulder as the dragon's tail circled about to rest on the center of the King's chest. Blood dripped from the false dragon's maw and claw. Then again it was sprayed liberally across the man's chest and dripped from his hand. Though merely a single scratched was landed upon Falk himself. A slice along the wrist that was shallow.

-Location: Court of Nightmares/Servant Quarters-

"You will need to speak with a Lord of Records, Algar the Centaur, or petition the High Lord of the UnSeelie or one of his men." Bianca shrugged. "And don't be so quick to want to meet the High Lord." The older woman hands shook sharply as she gave Elsa a disapproving look. "He is not a Fae to be trifled lightly with, though you would know that if you came from the Collection." Shaking her head and making a annoyed huff, the woman gave Elsa a look that clearly said she thought the girl was a tad bit slow. "You're duties... Their whatever need doing. If you play an instrument and are asked to do it. In all reality, every task is recorded and stowed away against your debt. When it's paid you can leave or remain as you see fit. No one will stop you. However, if you remain but leave, you will no longer have the protection that extends to humans."

The sprite is very pleased with helping Noah and Noah would find fresh clothes in the from of a general tunic, shirt, breeches and soft slippers upon a bench in the room when he was finished. The little sprite sitting next to it with a giant smile as it looked pleased at it's 'help'.

[Assistant]
The woman was clearly becoming annoyed with her. Elsa couldn't help her own irritation rising as well. Yes she was asking questions, getting clarification. What did the woman expect? Elsa had just nearly avoided becoming a personal slave and whipping boy to a bitch with delusions of grandeur. She wanted to learn as much as possible to avoid screwing up again.

"I meant to find out who I take my orders from and what I was to do now, but I can see I am bothering you. Thank you for your help. I will not waste any more of your time," Elsa said, her former expressionless demeanor returning. This was what she was used to : people eventually getting tired of you and casting you aside. It was textbook what happened to nearly every child in the foster care system. You were ultimately disposable, by your caregivers and by society.

"I suppose I will just play until I am told to do something," she mused aloud before going back to the piano. Sitting, she began playing a haunting melody that echoed through the halls.


[System]
[Акация Маликова]

Age: 19
Gender: Female
Species: Werewolf
Sexual preference: Bi-Sexual
Accent: Russian
Familiar/s: Victoria Nikitina (Half-Sister), Viktor Nikitin (Nephew)
Companion: Truth

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Ace stands at about 5'5 with pale almost translucent skin. Her slender, yet defined figure is stained in a few places by scattered tattoos. Her hair of fiery untamed auburn hangs just below her shoulders while be contrasted by striking, unnatural eyes that stand out brightly. Her appearance barely suits her nature as she looks more bubbly and outgoing than she really is.

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In wolf form Acacia's fur almost equals the vivid tones of her natural hair color and grows to about a medium length, her hues are the same as her human form. Larger than an ordinary wolf she may stand out if spotted, though usually blends with the wolves who run wild in the landscape.

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[Human Form-Wolf Form]

Strengths:

Observant
Keen Eyesight
Fast / Agile
Strong
Good Swimmer [Both]
Decent Shifter [Both]

Weaknesses:

Almost Useless with Weapons / Fighting
Easily Spotted / Hard to Hide
Easily Startled [Both]
Distant and Avoidant [Both]
Uncontrolled Shifts When Fearful or Over Excited [Both]

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Personality: Ace almost lives to be a loner, her preference for singularity and being almost useless in any battle be it barehanded or with weaponry she prefers to use her agility, speed and keen eye sight to prevent too close a proximity of any thought threat.

She has a high flight instinct and will generally avoid any confrontational situations. She is seen to be easily startled and will even sink herself in water to avoid anything chasing her. Her suitability to companionship is low, though she is a compassionate and gentle creature, almost too much so to be where she was.

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History:  Acacia's history is mostly unknown except that she reigns from Russia and somehow landed herself in a secluded cabin away from any large population. Her accent isn't as strong as many would expect, but she will occasionally speak in her native tongue when something goes wrong or she can't help herself..

She spends her days off alone with her companion, 'Truth', wandering the vast space of her home territory. She wasn't exactly suited to pack life and knew it, that is mostly how she landed herself in the middle of no where in a cabin with just herself and her canine friend. She now lives quite peacefully and visits a small town nearby when supplies are needed. The locals only know what whispers have brought to their ears, gossip always spreads when she shows up especially when Truth tags along, but that's never bothered her as she avoids making connections with anyone there.

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Other: Drives a Toyota Hilux, lives in a secluded Cabin.

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Truth
Age: 3 Years
Gender: Female
Species: Grey Wolf

Personality: Truth runs on a fine line labeling her as 'unpredictable' and 'dangerous', she's friendly and cuddly when it comes to Acacia, though aggressive and uncertain when it comes to strangers. She usually remains close to Ace's cabin and is quick to alert when something approaches.

History: Found at the age of 4 months old, and raised by the werewolf 'Acacia', Truth knows little of pack life outside of the odd duo. She's always known the shifting woman and has grown to enjoy their time running through the forests, hunting game and slumbering lazy days away.

[User]
Acacia 'Ace' Malikova
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Truth

Acacia didn't stir in the early morning's light. Still sprawled out upon the bed in the make-shift room upon the attic platform, she'd breath lightly into the pillow her face was pressed again. Ruffled blankets barely covering her as she had tossed and turned throughout the darkened night, belly down she had made herself quite comfortable in the center of the decently sized bed.

When Ryan had awoken in a startled nature, the only attention he gained was a half-dead looking glare from the lounging figure of Truth propped upon torn sheets in the corner of the same room. When he made his way through the household to use the loo and then wandered back only to flop once more, she'd blink lightly. Tanned jowls parted as she bore those large yellow k-9's in a partially whined yawn before placing her cranium back upon extended forelimbs leaving the human to do as he pleased.

When he ascended the ladder back up to Acacia's room while she slumbered the feminine figure only shifted slightly. A calm moan emerging as legs stretched out and shoulders rolled, though visibly still asleep as the bright haired human fumbled about to clean up the mess he'd made the day before in which Acacia had not yet gotten to cleaning. Usually awake so early in the morning she'd seemingly spent all her energy yesterday and as the young man approached further in contemplation of awaking her she'd shift once more, rolling to one side as her face tilted to look at the roof, though eyes still shut and lips parted lightly she'd remain within that tranquil sleep.

[Assistant] Ryan finally decided on what course of action to take and lowered his hand to his side. Waking her up would be selfish. Ruining her sleep just to satisfy my boredom. What was I even thinking? Quietly, he walked back down the ladder leading to the ground floor. At least, that was the plan. Missing just a single rung on the ladder and Ryan was sent tumbling down, making more noise then a 150 pound, 19-year-old male should probably make. Time seemed to slow down as his brain processed what was going on, making the moment of weightlessness seem more intense. "Owww," he said once the dust had settled, metaphorically speaking. Oh man. That would've woken her up for sure. And the do- I mean wolf, too. I'm probably going to start hearing barking any second now. Wait, do wolves bark? Looks like I'm about to find out.

[User]
Acacia 'Ace' Malikova
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Truth

Acacia would lightly slumber, unbothered by the sound of the light footsteps pattering down the ladder, probably because she hadn't really heard them. Eyes shifting as she dreamed under the light curtains of her eyelids the curl on the ends of her lips signifying something pleasant before her top half would suddenly fly up, the sound of something harsh colliding on the floor startling her awake as she breath heavily.

"Chto! Chto , chert voz'mi , chto ?" she'd speak lightly, the thick Russian accent more predominant over the foreign words she spoke.

Her footsteps slowly pattering over the attic floor as she had emerged from the warmth of her bed, a partial limp in each step as she huffed having forgotten about the previous days events and as she peeked over the railing down at the human sitting upon his rump on the floor still she'd groan, "Der'mo ."

Her process of readying to ask if he was okay had been quickly interrupted by the scraping of claws upon the wooden flooring, Truth had made little noise until that point barely phased in her still sleepy mind-set by the thud of human meeting the hard floor.

[Assistant] As Acacia entered his field of view, Ryan looked back at her with puppy dog-like eyes. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to wake you," he apologized. "If you want, you can just go back to sleep." He looked down at the floor in shame. Stop messing it up with this pretty girl. You're going to blow it if you keep this up. Finally deciding to get off the floor and stop wallowing in his fear of failure, he got back on his feet to see Truth now standing before him. It might have just been his imagination or that he had not yet forgotten how he had first met the pet wolf, but it seemed like Truth was just about ready to take a bite out of Ryan. "Nice wolfie. No need to get all hyped up. The nonthreatening human is now going to go walk back to the couch and you, the big bad scary wolf, can just go back to sleep in your nice pile of comfy sheets."

[User]
Acacia 'Ace' Malikova
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Truth

Acacia rolled her eyes slightly at the red-head trying to apologize for waking her, the mess of auburn topping her head visibly messy as she reached up with a hand to rub her eyes before glancing back down as Ryan decided to head back towards the couch, his words towards the visibly still asleep yet partially awake canine made her smile lightly, He's not the brightest is he? she'd think to herself.

After a short moment she'd slowly decide to descend the ladder slowly, great care being given to the still feelable pain in her ankle. "Did you find the food I left in the fridge?" she'd ask lightly as she headed for the kitchen to pull out both meals if he'd not yet eaten his, after all she was hungry too and she hadn't exactly eaten it last night either. Though about half-way to the kitchen she'd realize she had to go to the bathroom and quickly altered her course to a b-line to the bathroom only to vanish within and closing the door behind herself.

Once finished she'd wash her hands and pat them dry on a small towel hooked on the wall, glancing around she'd then redirect herself to the kitchen to fish out the food, stomach rumbling lightly as she huffed.

"I'll share with you too, Truth," she'd say as she pulled out both meals and headed for the couch, not really interested in sitting on the hard wooden chairs at this point.

[Assistant] As Acacia came down the ladder from the basement, Ryan moved out of the way for her while still keeping an eye on Truth. At the mere mention of food though, he immediately lost all focus on the wolf. "Food? Uh, no, I never checked the fridge," he replied as he followed Acacia to the kitchen. He stopped in his tracks when she changed her path to the bathroom, confused until he realized where she was going. He decided that he'd wait for her on the couch as Acacia finished her business. As she exited from the bathroom, he turned to her and asked, "So what are we having to eat. Just out of curiosity." He scooted over to the other side of the upholstery to make room for her as she brought over the rabbit.

[User]
Acacia 'Ace' Malikova
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Truth

Truth had already begun her trailing of Acacia, a mere short pace behind her as her velveteen nasal raced an collected all the scents floating from the two servings of food. Acacia ignored Truth for that short moment, carefully holding out one plate of just cooked rabbit meat towards Ryan. "I'm sorry I can't offer you anything more, we're running a little short on supplies," she'd apologize to the guest before sitting on the opposite end of the couch to him, "But, I'll restock when I take you to town."

Placing the cold ceramic plate upon her jean clad lap, she'd glance at Ryan and then towards Truth before beginning to cut into the cold meal. She could have heated it up, but that would have taken more work than she was willing to put in. After cutting the meat into multiple small pieces she'd toss a piece onto the floor across the room allowing Truth to eat it before eating one herself. "When are you wanting to go to town? Or do you want to go to your car to get anything?" she'd ask after swallowing her mouthful, though quickly placed another within her mouth as she awaited a response.

[Assistant]
Ryan took a bite out of the rabbit, hiding his dislike for cold meat. He decided he'd try to eat most of it so as to not look rude, before realizing that he had no idea when the next time he'd be able to eat would be once he left Acacia. Probably best if I try to fill my stomach than. Just wish it was a little easier to chew.

When Acacia asked when he wanted to go to town, Ryan just shrugged. "I don't really care. Whenever you're ready to go, I guess. There's nothing in my wreck of a car that I haven't already gotten, so no I don't need to get anything from there either." He got up on his feet and began to stretch his neck and back, getting a few loud popping noises and reducing the soreness that he got from sleeping on the couch, before sitting back down and relaxing. Ryan wanted Acacia to choose when to leave since she was the one who would have to drive, or walk since he didn't actually know how far away town was, and pay for whatever supplies they got.

[User]
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Truth

Acacia listened to Ryan quietly, she'd pick up on his slight dislike of the cold meat though too tired still from her day yesterday she'd barely register it and didn't offer him the use of the oven to possibly heat it up. As he mentioned he had nothing of worth at his crashed vehicle she'd nod and return to finishing her mouthful before responding, "Alright, well I need supplies before dinner as I have nothing to feed myself or her," she say the last part gesturing towards the drooling canine.

As she tossed yet another piece at Truth she'd glance at the door and placing her plate on the couches armrest she'd slowly rise to both feet flinching lightly when pressure was placed upon the punctured ankle. Looking around the small cabin once more she'd begin heading towards the door with almost hushed tones of Russian accent emerging parted lips, "I know you probably want to go off and find something better anyway," The words aimed at the wolf who devoured the small chunk of rabbit meat before pacing behind Acacia and puffing a gentle breath, eyes drifting to the human before she suddenly took off into the open field heading straight for the thick forestry.

Smiling after the free creature she'd head back to the couch at a slow pace, ankle still sore. "If you're fine with it, we could probably go once your finished," grabbing her plate as she spoke she'd move for the kitchen once again to clean it while eating the last chunk of food.


[System]
Title: None
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Class: Dread Necromancer

Physical Appearance
Arleon is clad in masterwork quality scale mail with a dark hood over his head. His hair is middle-length, touching the back of his neck with a couple of locks draping over his left eye. He bears a spear with a dark metal tip and a solid dark wood staff. He is pale with slightly sunken eyes bearing the vision of exhaustion along the base of his eyes. His eyes are a deep sea blue with darker blue cores around the center black pupil.

Personality
Arleon is driven by a desire to command and master his own fate. The concept of servitude is appalling unless it serves the purpose of helping him along to his own goal. In such cases, he will tolerate a chain of command or even an organization with resources. He finds pleasure in solitude and enjoys researching his art, dark as it may be to some. The study of corpses and the dead brings a fascination one could exclaim to a child near candy.

Motivation
Arleon desires to achieve his own sense of immortality through mastering the powers of the necromantic arts.

History
Arleon was an orphan child from parents slaughtered by raiders. He was taken in by a violent and disturbed magician who fancied himself fantastic in his ways. Using the desperation of a youthful Arleon, this man traveled far to perform as Arleon stole a coin from the onlooking crowds. No rings, necklaces, of fanciful things. Simply coin. Straight and simple.

On one fateful day, Arleon happened to steal from a person who was also being murdered by the man next to him. In the panic-stricken crowd, Arleon was found with the weapon at his feet and blood on his hands, though the small boy had actually tried to help. He was disowned by the magician and carried off by the guard.

Per the laws of the state, Arleon was fifteen and well over their considered age of concession. He was sentenced to die in two days. During his time in his cell, be found himself praying to whoever would listen. Pleading for mercy at any cost. The morning before his fate drew to a close, a young woman who had taken pity on him sought to bring him one last meal.

Before her arrival, Arleon woke to the presence of a spear in his cell with a marking upon it as if burned into the wood. He did not question and simply obtained the weapon, ready to strike and flee. As the door opened, his spear struck true...through the woman's chest and through her heart.

A tear rolled down her cheek as he caught her. What mere moments she had left we spent looking into his sorrow filled, guilt-ridden eyes. She whispered 'run' into his ear, knowing his folly was true without a vindictive nature and wishing to see him succeed in freeing himself from his wrongful imprisonment.

After she passed, he grasped the spear and ran in a rage. As he cut down two guards along the way, the spear seemed to collect the blood but he paid no attention. As he reached the back border wall, he faced solid stone between himself and freedom. With so many deaths, he would be certain. A whisper riddled in his ear and, for one many would call folly, he struck at the stone with the spear. The stone erupted in an explosion as the blood soaked into the weapon.

Realizing the spear was no simply gift...and the cost of his freedom...Arleon fled with every intention to learn more of this dark power and pray to whoever brought him his freedom. However, his faith in such religion did not last. During his tenure within the order, Arleon was dismissed many times for his questioning. Eventually, he left the order, swearing to serve their dark god, but in his own way.

Equipment
- Masterwork Scale Mail
- Masterwork Longspear
- Pouch of silver and copper coin
- Trinkets, survival gear, general equipment

Strengths
An intimidating force he uses to his advantage on the battlefield and in negotiations.
Moderate melee combat skills coupled with moderate arcane magic.

Weakness
Not a tank
Not a sorcerer
Not a negotiator
Will not harm women unless they strike first

Relationshis
None

[User]
The day had been long with no orders or word from the one known as Lord Shade. The small encampment among the mountains north of Torlynn, a small village with much to say for its farmland but little in any other regard. Vashin Manor stands as a great bump upon the side of the peak with its access to caves and caverns which wind deep through the mountains. Only rock and silver come out by the hands of heavyset Duergar miners. Overseen by Count Vashin himself, a human-looking man with a pale complexion and thinned features, along with his moderators and guards to ensure security and keep the work flowing, the Manor offers much in the way of funding for the efforts of Lord Shade.

Some new arrivals come to the Manor over the course of a few days. Each with their own orders, goals, and purposes either for Lord Shade or their own fruits. Though diversity does not span the cosmic list of sentients, many are present in various forms of commonality; elves, dwarves, orcs...and some mixtures of the undead. None at the Manor question such vile creatures as the walking corpses, and they offer services and act accordingly to the will of Lord Shade. While intelligent and self-driven, some suspect their underlying will is tied to some other force either within or beyond the Manor itself.

Across the landscape of the Manor rests a graveyard, a smithy, and a few houses. One house seems as a store of some kind with general goods such as arrows, simple equipment, sacks of grain and general food. Another seems a storehouse meant for holding goods, perhaps for those about the Manor. Another appears as a more specified intended structure with shields, blades, and armor. Yet another appears as some sort of library with many books, scrolls, and equipment associated with such industries.

Sitting upon a tombstone near a small graveyard riddled with ancestors of Count Vashin rests a palish figure in fine-scale armor grinding stone against the tip of a spear blade. His legs dangle from atop the stone with worn words and dates barely readable upon its surface. His head is hooded and partly covered with strands of black hair dangling from the sides of the inside of the hood. A pipe sticks out from his lips with soft smoke wafting into the air. A satchel of gear rests at the base of the tombstone, nestled close for safekeeping.

[Assistant]
As the sun was reaching afternoon, a fine figure of a man, arrived on the back of an wagon. The teamster had hauled ore up to be smelted on the way back it was hauling timbers for bracing the mine shafts. On the top of the logs, rode a man with a couple trunks. He had a nice outfit on, with a black outer cloak lined with purple cloth an inner coat with many pockets

The man climbed down, thanked the driver for the ride. Slipping him a couple copper coins. With the trunks unloaded, the man pulled out a piece of paper sent to him by his former guild Master and friend.

The note read,
"Go to the mining village north of Torlynn.
Asking where you can buy some of this enclosed stone.

Buy some so you can make earrings for your mother.

Greet my sister, Slavi. She can help you with your letters and finding that old book.
Yours,
Uncle George"

Andrew read the message ago translating it in his head:
"Go to the mining village north of Torlynn. This stone is your key to getting the job. The pay will be good and they know of your family situation. There is a woman named Slavi that has supplies and can teach you. I consider her my equal. Your Master."

"First things first, Uncle," Andrew said. Finding a bed and a meal for the night. Traveling through the mountains is not, the most comfortable. When his horse was stolen by his loving brother's scouts, Andrew felt sorry for himself. It was by sheer luck that a farmer stopped and helped him. He road from one wagon to another. Some times he would end up sitting for a night or sleeping in a barn. His purse was a little lighter now as he had been spending his money on transport. Well, he had his pack, tools, trunks, and his sword.

He sat on the trunk, looking for the inn or someone to give directions and assistance.

[User]
A hulking figure emerged from the treeline, catching the nervous eyes of a few townsfolk who quickly backed away to make room for the imposing creature. Zul shifted her leather pack on her sore shoulders. The silver rings knotted into her thick, black braids clinked together as she moved. Her red eyes surveyed the sparse crowd of servants and workers who were transversing the beaten path from the manor toward the town as the work day ended. The shifting flow of individuals around her was a surprising variety of races. Even more surprising was the odd animated corpse that walked among them, seemingly ignored by those around them. Zul's face twisted into a sneer. She was never a fan of the undead. Her hands shifted beneath her tattered red cloak to rest on the head of her axes that sat in the metal rings attached to her belt at the hips. The metal gauntlet that covered her left hand pinged sweetly against the cold steel of her weapons.

Ignoring the distasteful presence of the corpses, Zul started her trek up to the manor. Her tired legs protested the slight incline but she ignored them. The sellsword had been traveling ever since that fated night in the tavern. She had been several tankards under the table when approached by a few men who were too well dressed to be regular patrons of such a shady establishment. They sympathized with the plight of a mercenary in times of peace and offered her a way to remedy the situation. The two men quickly interjected that this job was to be discreet as possible and would require only her. Seemed fishy to her but she guessed that any plot to destroy a tentative peace between two houses and spark an all-out war would be on the dubious side of things.

She had left her company, the young mercenary band named the War Hounds, in the capable hands of her second in command. Not that there was much that needed to be managed at the moment. With the steady decline of battles between the two great houses, there were fewer and fewer contracts put out to supplement the armies on either side. Durzul had not seen a proper fight, outside of tavern brawls, in a few months now. Her hands itched to take an axe to an enemy, to feel the roar of warriors flood her ears as they charged. Hopefully, this mission would prove not only to sate her lust for adventure but also return the lands to the turmoil of war.

The wild half-orc reached the peak of her trek and stood before the open manor gates. This was where she had been instructed to meet the rest of those who would be undertaking this task. Zul had scoffed at the thought of having to work with total strangers. Her band of mercenaries was more than capable of dealing with this peace envoy and she had argued this fact to the secritive men that offered her the job. The insisted on the need for a "lighter" touch and Zul was not about to sit there and waste time trying to tell them otherwise. The idea of working with people who may, or may not, have any skill was troubling. She knew the men and women in her band of sellswords. Each worth their weight in battle and then some. She would not know these people she was supposed to travel with. Entering dangerous situations without knowing your allies was a troubling thought but Zul had to admit that the risk was somewhat exhilarating.

She stepped beyond the open gates and stood in a courtyard of sorts. The manor was massive. The grounds were dotted with smaller buildings of various purposes and even a sizeable graveyard on one end. Zul had not been given any details beyond where to arrive, when, and to bring only what she needed for the journey. At the time she had been too drunk to ask. She had gotten here, she was on time, and her pack contained the basics. The problem now was, who was she meant to speak with? As the servants and workers of the manor eased by her, Zul was able to make out the figure of a man seated far off in the graveyard. He did not seem to be in the afternoon rush of the rest but also did not seem promising for information. The mercenary shifted the pack on her shoulders once more and cut directly through the crowd. The flow of people parted for her without hesitation. She headed toward a less populated section of the grounds, coincidently in the direction of the graveyard.

[Assistant]
The busy roads of the small village surrounding the manor estate bustle continuously with passing servants and keepers of the grounds. SOme entering the displayed shops distantly placed from one another. Multiple rail tracks run through the grounds bearing the heavy metal carts filled to the brim with rock and silver ore. The carts are pushed along by dark-skinned, stout Duergar accompanied by at least one well-armed guard. The Duergar pay little heed to those around them, maintaining their anti-social natures for the world to see quite clearly.

What passes for an Inn for travelers upon these grounds is kept up for only a few, though most seem to be passing through without hesitation or pause. None within the populace seem phased by the presence of the rotting damned in their near-human forms. Most of such creatures are clothed as living beings with minds and personalities as though nothing of their existence had changed, save for the drive to serve this manor estate. The Inn is quite obvious for those searching; a symbol of a bed is etched upon a wooden sign hanging overhead its doorway. Few pass in and out of the structure save for those who are likely employed within the establishment. Not far off from this building is another with a sign bearing a symbol of a dagger with some hint of fumes rising from the blade. Across the road from this building stands a structure with a pot and sack of grain upon the sign.

The man in the graveyard continues gently stroking the slightly curved edge of his spear while puffing softly upon the tobacco in his pipe. His feet hang a few inches from the tallest blade of grass emitting upward from the soft earth of the dead to whom the headstone belongs. He is quite, making little noise other than the sharpening of his blade. He glances up, noticing the large muscular female heading more in his direction. Whether she seeks to speak with him, he is unable to currently ascertain. Thus, he continues with his quieted efforts upon the headstone.


[System]
Age:: 16
Appearance::

Personality:: Atsushi in one word is reserved. Not that he's particularly quiet, in fact he's perfectly comfortable speaking his mind. He just isn't used to casual conversation. While he's capable of relaxing and is quite enjoyable when having a good time, his social skills aren't all that developed. Due to a strict upbringing he has a hard time expressing himself past being calm, leading people to think he's rather cold and uncaring.
History:: "There's not much to say. I grew up being groomed to be the head of a noble family. Lesson after lesson, day in and day out. A typical 'strict noble upbringing'. My life was nothing but a cliche up until...until I discovered my power. My grandfather had just passed away so I guess you could say I was distraught. While I was practicing calligraphy it happened. The first word I ever brought to life...hunt."

Skills:: Atsushi has studied the art of calligraphy and is an exceptional painter. He has also trained in kendo.

Abilities:: Script and Art - Atsushi's magic is a Hatsudo class that allows him to make the words and drawings he puts on paper reality. The limits of what he can do with it is unknown. Currently, he can only use three words; Bakuhatsu 爆発 (Explosion) - the paper it's written on becomes an explosive. Karu 狩る (Hunt) - Summons forth two ink painting wolves. And finally, Tassuru 達する (Reach) - Covers he arm in ink that he can then extend to reach out grab things with.

Inventory:: Ink, paper talismans, and a shinai.

[User]
DONOVAN HORSKA

Donovan Horska rarely ever felt panic but holy fucking shit.

There was blinding flash of red, infinitely more brilliant than anything Donovan's rune had ever achieved. After the initial flash, Donovan saw that the light was coming from Glasses' hand and his own. Now this is what he came to magic school for! He had to admit, Glasses caught him off guard. The sheer surprise of it all allowed the nerd to shove Donovan off his feet and suddenly onto the grass. Donovan grinned even as he felt the air leave his chest. Hah, the guy had some real fire in him. There was no way he would have seen this coming.

"Struck a nerve, eh?" Donovan taunted cockily.

Glasses had obviously never been in a proper fight before, one that he had won anyway. His attention was divided between Donovan's throat and the string in Donovan's hand. Don went along with it for a bit, whipping around his hand with the string to stall while grabbing at the wrist of the hand on his throat to make sure he didn't get choked out. It wasn't particularly hard, Glasses had just about the strength of a paper bag flapping in the wind. In the meantime, Don prepared to flex his own magical muscles. He concentrated and waited for the moment that he would absolutely ruin this guy's day and … nothing. Instead of the usual wave he felt murkiness, a pathetic puff of energy. His rune indicated the same, emitting a dull glow unlike the flare from mere minutes earlier. In contrast, the red mark on Glasses' hand and his own only shone brighter.

Donovan Horska rarely ever felt panic. Ever since his powers emerged, there were never any situations were worth it. But now, with this feeling of sudden inability, it brought out something terrible in him. He couldn't feel anything outside his physical bounds. But inside, he was definitely feeling something.

Donovan's grin dropped and he roared. Ignoring the hand on his throat, Don grabbed the fucking Glasses Freak by the head and slammed it sidewards into the ground.

"You. Are. FUCKING. DEAD."

With the piece of shit on the ground where he belonged, Donovan pulled his fist back, ready to inflict much more damage when a weird sound ripped him from his fervour. It sounded like something running towards them. A large dog maybe? Then the roar sounded and Donovan turned his head to see a puma lunging at them.

"…the fuck?"

Donovan Horska rarely ever felt panic. But with an airborne puma mere metres from them and absolutely no time to get out of the way, maybe it was time to start feeling it.

Maximus @January

[Assistant]
The thread. The thread.

Nico only had two thoughts on his mind as he grappled with the son of a bitch who only seemed to grow more amused the harder Nico tried.

Weakling.

He wished that was directed to the ginger-haired asshole sneering under him, but he knew who the real weakling was here. And the other guy knew it, too, from how calmed he seemed about everything and how easily he was pulling Nico's hand away.

For a moment, Nico thought there was a chance. The cocksure face had dropped and the cur seemed to be focusing on something. A soft prodding at Nico's emotions faded away quickly and though his peripheral vision noted the dull gleam of magic coming from the other guy's chest, he was more concerned about the thread. The glow on his hand, the glow on the bastard's hand, the sudden tensing of the body below him--all of it could wait. Just as he jerked forward in another attempt to reach the thread dangling just out of finger reach, he heard a shout and felt the world rapidly tilt sideways.

His head slammed against the ground with enough force to silence his cry of pain and Nico only managed a spluttering cough of shock as their positions reversed and that fucker raised a fist for the next blow. He hated the person above him. He hated the guy's superior strength, superior attitude, superior conviction. All Nico could manage with the full force of his rage was a mouthful of grass and dirt and, deep inside, he hated himself the most. Gritting his teeth in both pain and anger, he tried to reach for the arm holding his head down, but before he could even attempt to fight back, he heard a--

--roar? An animal roar? Wh--

His tormentor had heard it, too, apparently, and in the shock of things Nico managed to inch his head towards the direction of the sound. Only to see an actual feline predator pouncing towards them.

An actual predator. Pouncing towards them.

Nico only managed an incredulous "Huh?" before they collided.

Maximus

[User]
Completely catching her two "preys" unaware while they were having fun fighting each other, Akasha slammed the two guys with her full 125 pounds of black leopard muscles. The sudden attack was sudden, all three of them were thrown to the ground, with the Amazonian panther on top of both. There was some sort of mixed pride and playfulness from the animal as it was sitting on top of the two boys, head held high.

But eventually, it seemed just as if there was something amiss in Akasha's mind. She got this sudden feeling of confusion, and after pondering over it for a minute, she realized what it was. Why had she taken on her animal form? All she wanted was to have some fun, not actually scare the living hell outta these two. Perhaps it was one of those cases she couldn't control herself during moments of excitation. Actually shifting into a panther willingly was still hard to Akasha, it still seemed to happen unconsciously.

Realizing just now how uncomfortable they might be, the Amazoness transformed back into her human self, removing a fifth of her animal weight from them. While she felt a bit calmer than before, Akasha still felt like messing around with the guys. As if to prove her current position of superiority, she playfully hopped on top of the body pile, her rear slightly crushing against the angsty snake-looking guy's chest.

"Hehehe, it's my win! You guys are fun~" She said with a wide cheerful grin plastered on her face, still sitting on top of the small man mound.

[Assistant]
Annabelle quickly turned towards the small, young girl once she felt a tug at her dress. She kind of giggled at the girl. "Yes, this is Four Winds, and yes it would appear we are classmates. I didn't quite catch your name. What is it?" Annabelle assessed the girl speaking to her. She really was a tiny thing. And her age along with her demeanor oozed a beautiful innocence, in Annabelle's opinion.

"I'm Annabelle. I'm extremely excited to be here. too!" Annabelle gave her a friendly smile. This girl eased Annabelle, she felt comfortable around her.

Annabelle is normally wary about letting people get close to her after her parents shunned her from such a young age. However, being in this new environment in a place with others like her, maybe she'd let herself make a friend or two..

[User]
The bear-girl appeared to be a little flustered, talking to the other girl. Used to harsher climates and rougher individuals, this new girl wasn't something Valechka was used to. She had naturally gotten a little bit annoyed, face crinkling up. "I am thinking already told you cyka. My name Valechka. Do not making me be of repeating myself, da? Blin." she answered. She mumbled something in her own language, a little angrily.

Valechka's expression changed from annoyed to bewildered. "Da. Very exciting." she responded. Valeshka's hands cupped in front of her body, arms hanging neutrally in front of her. Her tone of voice had diminished, her "Da" sounding much louder than the following words. Did she... make a friend? She stood silent for a moment.

"When is school of starting? Do you know? Where I go? Where put potatoes?"

[Assistant]
Upon seeing the irritation of Valechka, Annabelle flashbacked and remembered how fast her parent's had changed how they felt about her, and it looked like this girl was doing the same. Annabelle shifted slightly to a more reserved stance but tried to stay friendly to Valechka.

"I, uh, I'm sorry. You spoke a little fast for me the first time." Annabelle nervously moved a loose piece of her brunette hair behind her ear. However, when she heard Valechka ask where to put her potatoes she couldn't help but giggle, and her demeanor lightened up once again. "I'm sorry Valechka, I don't know the answers to any of those questions. I'm just as confused as you are, but I'll make sure we find a place for your potatoes." Annabelle wasn't being rude by that, she was just being playful and really would help the girl find a place for them.

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It did seem strange. Atsushi might not have even known of this school's existence until he got the letter but given the parchment, writing, and fancy wax seal this all seemed quit unprofessional. No representatives to greet and guide the new students and as far as he could see no welcoming decorations. Despite the marvel that was the school itself, it wasn't a strong first impression. Atsushi couldn't help but smile a little. It was unfamiliar, it was unexpected. He'd really arrived at someplace with an exciting change of pace far away from the structure and routine of home. "I hope they're not too worried. I did leave a note...they should appreciate my handwriting." He couldn't help but get kick out of thinking about the servants running all over the manner trying to find him only to come across a short letter that simply read:

"I transferred to a new school. I'm sure you know which one and I'm sure you're too frightened of this place to try retrieving me. That's fine. Stay put. I'll be back when I've had my fill of the world you kept from me."

As Atsushi admired the school's structure which seemed to be a miracle of nature and architecture he suddenly found his view obscured by a sudden fog. "That's strange...there was no indication of fog and how quickly it appeared...I wonder..." Removing the shinai strapped over his shoulder, the young man gave it a swift yet powerful swing that blew away just enough fog for him to catch a glimpse of a silhouette at the center of it before the fog engulfed his field of vision once more. With a sense of the general direction of the person he'd seen he made his way towards with a fervent curiosity. After a minute or two Atsushi started to think he'd lost them until the fog thinned, returning relative decent visibility. Now he could see the person he was following and that they were the source as he suspected. "That seems like a rather inconvenient, albeit useful ability." Blunt and to the point. Trying to ditch his formal speech patterns that he was brought up with, he attempted to be casual as he approached the girl shrouded in mist.


[System]
Gender: Male

Age: 19

Sexuality:

He says every body is beautiful, therefore to him gender isn't an issue.

Appearance:

Due to an accident when he was younger, he lost both his left arm and right leg. His late father, being an inventor, created his a mechanical arm and leg which he takes good care of.

Personality

Prince is known as a friendly man, almost big brother-like to the younger crew in the Leviathan. He often teases the people he's close to, sometimes showing his sadistic nature whilst cracking the most horrible puns in the worst of situations, but when put in the position that requires fighting, people say it's like something inside him clicks and he becomes a ruthless killer until the task is done. He's been using an alias, 'Prince', as his name ever since he got involved with the crew of the Leviathan, preventing anyone from knowing his real name due to his background.

Weapon of Choice:

Other:

Unlike others, Prince prefers to fight in the shadows. He uses the shadows to blend into his surroundings and attacking the enemy from behind instead of facing them head on. In cases where he has to fight, he uses his skills in martial arts for close combat and relies on his bow and arrow to support his teammates from afar.

Stats:

Strength: 8
Dexterity: 5
Intelligence: 4
Social: 4
Crafting: 3
Fighting: 5

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Taran froze as he heard boots hitting the stairs, yet the woman's grip was still like iron. He was trying to pry his arm away, not more similar to a fox trying to chew his own leg off. "M'am, please, let go!"he said, almost whining at this point, his voice kept at a low whisper. He saw Prince right behind the woman's head and was shaking his head for the other to bail and he would follow after.

"Mom?"came a voice from downstairs. "Mom, where are you?" It must have been Charlie, and he didn't sound like he was alone in the slightest.

"I'm here dear, me and one of your little friends was just sitting down for a nice cup of tea," She called cheerfully. "Shall we pour you a cup as well?" The voices were getting closer, finally he was able to yank his arm away from the woman's hold, leaving half his arm hair behind. "Charlie, your friend isn't very kind, but he is sure cute with that long blond hair of his and those dark brown eyes," 'At least she won't be able to give a good description of me to any one,' thought Taran bitterly, taking off towards the stairs and back to the room and the window that he had once come from.

"Mother, where did they go?" came the voice again, but at least it was getting quieter now, instead of louder. Taran couldn't make out the woman's response. He soon hit the room and was crossing for the window when his thoughts finally shifted back to Prince. He paused, debating he should go back for the boy. But he had no idea where Prince was. Heck, for all he knew the boy was already out booking it back to the ship. His hesitation cost him and soon the door to the room was tossed open, and there stood Charlie in all his glory, gun drawn and ready to shoot.

" Think you can mess with my mother?" The man's voice was heavy with emotion. "Think you can steal from a little old woman? Well, not tonight you son of a business man. I ran out of fucks to give. I ain't taking prisoners, not tonight. Oh no, not tonight," Taran didn't think twice, he heard the click of the gun, but he was already out the window and scurrying to the next roof. Prince was just going to have to take care of himself. He heard several bullets strike the stone where his foot was only moments before. He flew across the roof tops, but the man wasn't so far behind. He was so focused on what was behind him that he almost crashing right into Winter. It took him a few moments to recognize the trio. "Run! Run! Run! Running is good! He yelled, not so much as paused to properly talk as another bullet whizzed past his head.

"You son of a- I knew, I knew this was a part of Jac-.., you...I'll kill you, I swear it!"Awh, dear old Charlie had such a way with words.

Kara Saun was less than two feet into the vent when she heard it slam shut. It didn't take a genius to figure out that she had been locked in. Oh well, their loss anyway. Perhaps their little ship was going to have a great need for new crew after tonight away way. She crawled through the vent downward for a little wise longer, soon the sounds of fighting started to fade. Eventually, she hit the sewer and less than a moment later, she stood outside the Leviathan. Clearly, most of the crew wasn't back yet. She spotted a few shadows in the windows, but for the most part it seemed empty. So, of course, she invited herself on board. Most ships were built similar, she soon found the kitchen, helped herself to some cookies and a cup of tea, before finding a hole to bunker down in. The crew was adding her, like it or not. Besides, she did just track the blood of those men into her home, there was no going back. She just hoped that they could get the hunk of junk in the air before the police got here to shut it down.

[Assistant]
[PRINCE]

 "WAAAHHH!" Prince screamed running around the house like an idiot, using every furniture he could get his hands on as a shield from the flying bullets being shot at him. "Why can't we all just be friends?!" He yelled, ducking behind the couch. He scanned his surroundings for an open window but they were all blocked by the people currently shooting at him. "Guess some people aren't meant to be friends," He sighed, taking out his bow and arrow, jumping out from behind the couch and shooting the man on the shoulder before making a break for it out the front door.

 He pushed everyone on the streets out of the way, yelling sorry down the streets as more guards chased after him. He hastily climbed up to the roofs in an attempt to lessen the shots being fired at him. He looked below him after the shots stopped and laughed to himself. "Ha! No one can outrun the great Pri-OH SHIT!" He yelled, not noticing the last building in front of him which led to a very high fall but it was too late, he jumped, hoping he would land on something soft.

 "Watch out!" He yelled as he was about to land, he closed his eyes, knowing that he was about to fall to his death. After a few minutes he opened his eyes, "A-Am...Am I dead?" He asked. He heard screams around him, people on the streets staring at him in fear.

 "Murderer!" They yelled. Prince raised an eyebrow in confusion, until he realized that there was someone underneath him, blood pooling from the man's head.

 "Wow, okay, that's insulting," He said. "I'm not THAT heavy." He looked up, noticing Taran and a few more members of the Leviathan. "Oh, hey guys!" He waved, laughing. "Glad to see you're all still in one pie--OH MY GOD HE'S DEAD. WHAT. WHAT. I DIDN'T MEAN TO." Just then he heard multiple footsteps running down the street, he looked towards the sound, realizing the amount of guards that were running after them. "Run! Every man for himself!" He yelled, running down the street faster than a cheetah.

[User]
Winter
Winter's eyes narrowed at Jax as she just made even more of a scene with her laughter. But then Taran was almost barreling into her, there was some mad man swinging his pistol around, and Prince squashed him to his death. Really, how had Winter ever gotten involved with this group in the first place? But she only had a moment to contemplate her questionable life choices, and then it was back into action.

"Split up, get to the ship!" Winter shouted at the others. She was about to take off on her own when she suddenly remembered the supplies she'd stashed in the city. Shutting her eyes, she sighed and cursed in her head.

Winter turned to the edge of the building and ran, jumping down the outside of the fire escape. Latching onto the railing, she swung herself and landed onto the level below her, the metal rattling. Several officers were rushing up the steps with their weapons in hand. The first one had his pistol pointed at Winter before he was even on the same level as her, but she knew it only had room in it for one shot. He'd want to save it for until he was sure it would hit its mark. Winter crossed the distance to him and kicked his hand away, though he kept his grip strong and didn't release his gun. He pushed himself up the final steps to finally be at the same level as Winter and threw a punch with his other hand, but she grabbed it and turned, using his momentum to throw him over her back. He landed with a rattling crash, but managed to roll out of it, turning to point his pistol at her again. She moved like water, lashing out and disarming him. In the next moment she had the gun pointed at his head.

His eyes widened at this turn of events and Winter pulled the hammer back with a smirk.

In actuality, she'd aimed the barrel just to the side of his head, but in the split second he'd had to react, he didn't have much opportunity to register anything aside from the fact he was on the wrong side of a pistol. Winter pulled the trigger and the lead ball whizzed past his head, a crack ripping through the night air. The officer threw himself to the side out of reflex – right over the fire escape's railing. He fell with a shout and a loud thud when he hit the ground. At least the groaning told her he was still alive. So much for her non-violence streak.

The next officer was almost on her then, rage in his eyes. Winter just threw a wink at him, stuffing the pistol under her belt. Before he could reach her, she was balancing on the railing and launching herself off to the other alley wall. She grabbed onto a pipe and pushed off to land on the ground in a crouch.

Most of the officers had chased after their chief's murderer (Prince) so there were only three left in the alley – though Winter could hear footsteps rushing in their direction. The others could handle the remaining two on their own, she figured. Served them right if they had stress to deal with. Plus, they seemed like they hadn't quite had their fill of adventure yet in this grimy, polluted town.

And so Winter took off at a sprint, running back into the shopping district where she'd left her bags. When she reached the crowds she pulled out the pistol again, holding it above her head and shouting at people to move. Most tended to stay out of the way when they saw an angry person shouting and waving a gun around. It was more conspicuous than she typically liked, but Winter figured any subtlety had well been chucked out the window long ago.

She made quick work retrieving her bags and then looked around, trying to think of some way to get back to the ship when she stood out like a beacon and was weighed down with these bags. Her answer came when she saw a young man, around her age, getting off an old motorcycle, covered in dirt and grease. He was still trying to undo the strap on his helmet when Winter walked towards him, raising her gun.

"Get off the bike," she commanded, empty pistol aimed at the poor man's head. "Leave the key." He raised his shaking hands and did as he was told. Still keeping the pistol pointed at him, she marched forward and straddled the motorcycle. She threw the pistol at him then and he flinched, falling back. Winter turned the key in the ignition and felt the bike rumble to life, angry black smoke sputtering out. It'd been a while since she'd driven one of these things, but Winter was fairly certain there was some saying about never forgetting how to ride a bike. She wondered if that applied here.

And then she was speeding off towards the dock, leaving the city behind her.

That mechanic better have finished fixing the ship. They were out of time.

[Assistant]
 Prince turned a sharp corner down an alleyway, taking out his bow and arrow. "I didn't want to use this but it looks like I have no choice," he said, stopping and shooting at the guards. After taking out a few of them he climbed up to one of the house windows and entered the house. Much to his surprise, a woman and her two children were there. "Oh, hey!" He greeted. "Sorry but I'm going to have to use this place for a minute," he said, using the window as a cover while bullets were being shot at him. He left the room running to the room across the hallway and jumped through the window, rolling over once he hit the ground to cover his fall.

 He put away his bow, deciding to save them in case he gets stuck in a tight spot. He ran through a series of alleyways, eventually losing the guards. He slid down to the floor, desperately trying to catch his breath.

[KAI]

 Kai sighed, trying to squish through the amount of people that were on the streets. Apparently there was a huge commotion going on and he had no doubt in his mind that it had something to do with the crew of the Leviathan. Everywhere they went, they caused a huge scene with their antics, especially Prince. Not that he could blame him though, with Prince's attitude, he's always itching to start something after being cooped up inside the Leviathan without any action for too long.

 "Out of the way!" He heard someone yell. Trying to find where the voice come from, he was cut off when a couple of guards ran past him, pushing him to the ground.

 He sighed in annoyance, pulling himself up and dusting off his clothes. After looking around the marketplace, he decided to head back, spending more than enough time wandering the streets. Checking his watch, he didn't have enough time to go through the crowd, deciding to take a detour through the alleyways instead.

 After a few minutes of navigating through the alleyways, he almost sighed in relief after seeing Prince. He knew Prince could handle himself, but he couldn't help but worry. He walked up to Prince and took out a small pouch that contained water in his pocket. Prince looked up, a grin forming on his lips.

 "Kai!" he greeted, taking the pouch from him and chugging down the water, leaving it empty.

 "What kind of trouble did you get in this time?" He asked, rolling his eyes playfully. Prince chuckled, getting up and petting him on the head.

 "Nothing you need to worry about," Prince said. "Let's get out of here," Prince said, pushing Kai forward. "Before the ship leaves without us."

 Kai sighed, "Well if you didn't get into so much trouble all the time, you wouldn't have to worry about the ship leaving you behind." Prince snorted, sticking his tongue out.

 "Okay there, smarty-pants" Prince teased, scanning his surroundings.

 "Need me to cover you?" Kai asked, earning a nod from Prince. With a disapproving head shake from Kai, they headed back to the ship together.