[System]
Age: 31

Height: 5'5

Weight: 128 lbs

Race: Human

Class: Operative

Appearance:

Skills & Abilities: Rosalie has a good understanding of basic fighting techniques, being one to constantly absorb new information and use it for her advantage. Due to the extremely secretive nature of her agency, the men and women sent out on the field are not given any advanced-level training as to in a way deter them from going rogue. Instead, they are mandated to take a highly potent drug before they go out on a mission. The instant Rosalie takes this drug, all of her senses are enhanced. She has much higher reflexes, can see better, hear better, and even her brain operates at a higher capacity since just a slightly larger portion of it is active at once. Rosalie has various handlers, all working together to make sure she has a safe return home. Nanobots inserted within the capsules she takes give her handlers a live reading of her vitals, access to everything she sees and hears, and in a few cases, temporary control of some of her functions.

Weapons & Equipment:
* Rosalie, as well as the rest of the operatives out on the field, are all given a DRSX-Mach 3. The armor has a layer of an advanced non-Newtonian fluid that quickly and dramatically increases its viscosity with increased stress, thus allowing her the freedom to move however she likes while still having the strength and endurance to protect her. Additionally, her armor has the ability to launch her about a story high, the small thrusters activating for only a few seconds to give her enough lift to reach but not too much as to make it hard for her to land. Her headgear has a basic helmet shape and its exterior is rather plain. The built-in screen gives Rosalie a world of knowledge with just voice commands, having the ability to instantly identify a person and much more.
* Her weapon of choice is a handgun with a built-in laser sight and scope. Even though the weapon is small, it has quite the range. With virtually little to no recoil, the silencer makes it possible for Rosalie to kill someone undetected. Additional magazines and cartridges for her handgun include variants being similar to poison darts which incapacitate her target as a truth serum spreads through their veins, as well as stun rounds, which are obviously not meant to kill.
* Her secondary weapon is a retractable staff. Prior to deployment, it's about 5 inches, but once it's fully extended, the staff is 6 feet. One end is fixed with a camera connected directly to her headgear which gives her an additional visual advantage as it's able to zoom in and out of great distances. The other end of the staff, once activated by a simple touch, turns into a blade that's roughly a foot long. The staff can also retract so that it can be used as a knife, making it easier for Rosalie if an opponent gets too close to her.
* The rest of her equipment consist of restraining devices with a built-in GPS, healing patches activated by blood and skin contact, and explosives that disorient the target and temporarily disable their devices.

[User]
The audio coming in through her comms was incomprehensible, static breaking up the words of her handler. But, that was to be expected...she was in the slums after all.

...lue, d-...u cop...?

With an exasperated sigh, Rosalie disabled her comms device. "Run a scan based on body heat, 25 meters out." Rosalie ordered a second before the small screen showed her an she had negative results based on the radius she put out. Okay, I should be good for now...

The uncomfortable silence and stillness that surrounded her subconsciously led Rosalie to head for higher ground. She went inside one of the buildings to start making her way upstairs. Rosalie wouldn't be caught off guard, not if she could help it. She had her weapon in one hand and her pill in the other, making it to the second floor before deciding she had waited long enough. After taking off her helmet, Rosalie swallowed the pill. The effects were instant, making the young woman shudder as the changes slowly took over her.

[Assistant]
Zai Matsu stayed perched up on the higher up rooftops occasionally leaping from one to another, he was keeping his visor to scan for any faint noise outside of the occasional stray dog or pigeon in the shanty town. After a few minutes he started to pick up a faint sound, he had his mask's tracking system zero in on the distant audio....it was rats squeaking. This was interesting as the rats were clearly disturbed by something, maybe by a living person stepping into their habitat!

Zai made his way over to an abandoned building complex carefully walking across a rooftop walkway on his way over. The sounds were now around 15 feet away and he started to pick up an accellerated heartbeat, something he would usually hear if a target of his took a stimulant, he didn't have enough time to wonder why this was the case for this individual but he was fairly certain this was his target.

Crouching low and quickly stepping towards the nearest balcony to the room of the noise, he leaped a little higher to hang on to the window of the above room, and quietly made his way in. He was now in the room above the heartbeat and the rats. Pulling out a special gadget for his next move...

[User]
"Entity detected, 15 feet out and closing."

And suddenly, Rosalie wasn't so alone anymore. The small dot on the screen was moving towards her location, and she readied herself. Bringing up her weapon to line up the sights, she backed up slowly as she kept her gun trained on the approximate location of her target according to the information she was being fed.

But then Rosalie decided that she should go on the offensive. Backing up a bit more, she stuck her head out through a window and saw an opening to the floor above. Seeing it as a perfect opportunity, Rosalie took one of the disabling explosives and flung it through the window, not wasting any time as she sprinted for the stairs, her gun at the ready once she slowed down to cut the corner.

[Assistant]
Just as he was planning his next step, his radar flared up and he heard the footsteps from below, she was obviously aware of his presence and not about to waste any time. He heard he first running to the far side of the room near the window, she was unnervingly fast and he was only able to get a few steps before a strange EMP device came hurtling through the opening from the lower floor. His scanners only had time to asses it as an explosive before he hastily dived behind an old fridge to shield himself from the blast. The impact caught him mid jump but luckily he avoided any actual damage.

The effect of the explosive had an added effect, it was scrambling some of his electronic devices including his scanner. He quickly shut down his scanner to reboot, and allowed himself to listen out for the foot steps that were now headed for the stairs approaching the room he was in.

Zai Matsu got behind a couch and drew his Sub-Machine gun, only to find out that the smart targeting systems were jammed and making the gun non functional. He desperately tried to reset the gun while steps of his opponent got close.

[User]
Come out, come out, wherever you are...

Rosalie got to the last step and looked inside the room, the signal only getting stronger which indicated that her target was hiding behind the couch. But that didn't matter as she already knew they were there. Rosalie could hear their breathing as well as their fumbling around with various weaponry. Looks like their gear had glitched out just like she had planned after all. Oh well...

She slowly circled around the couch from a distance, her weapon aimed and ready to be fired the instant her opponent made a move if they were to be so foolish as to do anything but immediately surrender.

[Assistant] It was crunchtime,while he was fumbling with his gear, he realised that the opponent had already advanced on his position, the light footsteps were audible through the cracking floorboards and he could hear breathing when she entered the room. Zai quickly grabbed a gadget that wasn't malfunctioning, his flashbang Immediately setting it off while tucking his head underneath the cover of the couch to avoid the flash. He wasted no time, hoping that the opponent was stunned he rushed out of cover and into his opponent hoping to tackle her to the floor and draw his Advanced Edge Blade.@Xandrya

[User] The suddenness of her opponent's action managed to take Rosalie by surprise. One second she was slowly walking around the couch, and the next, she was temporarily blind. To make matters worse, her gear could only do so much. Rosalie's instinctual reaction was to look away and shut her eyes for a moment, and despite the fact that her visor self-adjusted by automatically dimming the screen, it was a bit too late. With her gun still aimed more or less towards the same spot, Rosalie pulled the trigger only a couple of times before she was knocked on her back. In the midst of such chaos, Rosalie's gun slipped out of her hand. She audible cursed, immediately reaching for her retractable staff to hopefully dig the blade into her opponent's neck.

[Assistant]
Zai didn't realise until he heard the sharp clash of metal ring through the air but his sword attack was blocked by what appeared to be a staff. It seems as if his opponent, although seemingly blinded was still able to go on the attack, rattling off a few shots with her pistol which the ninja was able to hastily duck under the line of fire.

The agent seemed to be fighting from a seated position on the floor. Not wanting to get into ground fighting just yet. The skilled ninja aimed a heavy axe kick, fast and efficient hoping to drop his heel heavily into her skull before she was able to rise to her feet.

[User]
The ringing in her ears was slowly fading, but getting her sight back was a longer process apparently. With no idea as to her opponent's exact location relative to hers, Rosalie started her attempt at another swing of her staff but something came down on her shoulder pretty heavily, the impact could have very well killed her had it made direct contact with her head and she didn't have her gear.

Fucking hell!

But there was no time to cry about the pain. Rosalie activated her armor to launch herself away from her opponent, quickly realizing that she needed to gain some distance or she could end up in bad shape. But as her back hit the wall, Rosalie launched herself in the general direction of her opponent, her staff pointing straight ahead as her sight produced somewhat of a silhouette of her opponent.

[Assistant]
Zai couldn't tell if his opponent was fighting blind anymore, even after taking a heavy axe kick she seemed to still be relentlessly on the attack. Darting forward at him with a hard thrust of the staff, was to sudden to dodge, and the reach and weight of the weapon made it difficult to parry. Catching the inside of his forearm it glanced painfully against his elbow which caused him to momentarily drop his sword. This caused him to panic, and his stance was effected with him now on the backfoot defending.

The room was too small to back up anywhere so he stood his ground being unnarmed against an aggressive opponent with weapon was not ideal though. So he tried a quick front kick to the torso that would hopefully create some distance between the two of them and give him enough time to retrieve his sword.

[User]
Rosalie was stopped dead in her tracks as something hit her chest. She wasn't exactly sure as to what it was given that her sight wasn't fully operational yet, but upon impact, she had the wind knocked out of her. The woman landed on her back, the shoulder that had been on the receiving end of an attack a few moments ago now throbbing in even more pain. Her staff landed within reaching distance, and when she desperately began to search for it, she was able to find it rather quickly.

With a good portion of her torso in pain, Rosalie tried to pull herself away from danger. She kept her eyes forward, and she used her good arm and legs to quickly push herself to the nearest wall. Whenever he went on the offensive, she would know about it and could react accordingly.

[Assistant] Despite the ringing pain in his arm, he noticed that she didn't immediately follow up her attack after disarming him and he used the opportunity to retrieve his weapons. Combat rolling backwards he was able to grab his advanced sword from the floor. And then dived back behind the desk near the window searching for his sub0machine gun. Luckily for his opponent he couldn't fire right away but had to take a second to reload. Not happy about the flimsy cover he found himself behind.

[User] With her back pressed against the wall, Rosalie scrambled to get up, her foot accidentally kicking the weapon she had dropped not too long ago. She realized what was at her feet and reached for it. Noticing that her opponent had momentarily retrieved behind cover, Rosalie took the chance to reload a new cartridge into the gun, a poisonous projectile that would temporarily incapacitate him upon contact. Once that was in place, she activated the laser sight on the weapon and took aim, slowly arching around before she would see him and fire a couple of shots.

[Assistant]
Zai had dodged bullets before, but never at this range. Despite the cover of the desk he was behind the opponent's bullets pierced through the cheap wood easily and slammed into his shoulder. His suit managed to stop the bullets from going in, but the impact was enough to knock him over. His arm was searing, he didn't know if it was swelling or some sort of fracture, but he gripped his teeth and scrambled to his feet.

Not wanting to risk a firefight when his opponent had a much more accurate firearm he launched himself out of the window and on to one of the lower roofs on the adjacent building, Landing was painful as he had to roll on the shoulder he was just shot in, but he finally had some space. Now he was looking up at the window wondering what his female nemesis would do next.

[User]
"He's getting away," Rosalie reported after reactivating her comms, but this time it was set for one-way communication. Of course, what she had said that wasn't entirely true, but sometimes making the situation seem a tinge worse could play in her favor. Not that her handler was all that happy with her at the moment given the pop-up message that appeared on her visor, but he couldn't do much about it anyway.

After taking one quick glance around the room, Rosalie rushed towards the window. She noticed her target down below and made the jump without hesitation, her landing a bit rough but nothing serious enough to sacrifice her fighting abilities. Given their close proximity to one another, Rosalie exchanged her staff for the restraining device, her other hand still holding the gun but with no intention of shooting just yet. A dead opponent would be fine, but not great.


[System]
Username: POOHEAD189
Race/Species: Human (From the Kingdom of Harek)

Gender: M

Age: 26

Career/Class: Mercenary/Armsman/Amateur Swordmage

Weapons:

* Bastard Sword
* Kite Shield

Physical Description (as detailed as possible please, pictures not accepted.): A lean, fit, but refined man with dark hair and eyes, with a navy blue tunic over chainmail (covering leather) and loose fitting dark brown trousers. He has a fair face, albeit with a scar at the left of his chin and running down his jawline. His hair is wavy, loose and tousled. Not entirely groomed as he was raised, he still looks more or less presentable, and perhaps charming when he feels the need to present himself as such. He has the look of a youth that has been refined like silver through various trials by fire.

Armor:

* Chainmail hauberk
* Leather armor over it.
* Leather bracers/pauldrons

Equipment/Other

* Sword sharpening/cleaning kit
* Water Jug
* Herbal remedy to halt light bleeding
* 3 pounds of beef jerky

Mental Description/Personality: Markus is a strong willed and adventurous young man, having left his moderately home to seek his fortunes to the east. He enjoys learning, his rebellious attitude having dimmed somewhat from his training by his Elvish master. He has a good mind about him when it comes to common sense, though he can be a bit rash if he lets his anger get the better of him. Generally he has a friendly, if wary demeanor. He will sometimes spout wisdom he has learned on his travels. In truth he has more general knowledge than spell knowledge, for he is only a fledgling spell caster. Still, he'll always be interested in learning more of the arcane arts. He has a curiosity about him that he sometimes can't help. Ironically, he'll chastise others for taking risks he might take as well.

Goals: Markus' goals are to seek his own fame and fortune, through his own skill. He wants to live as a free man, outside of the pointless bickering of the lords.

Background/History:
The bastard nephew of a lord, Markus had always been more focused on exploration in the surrounding forests and his various interests rather than his duties as a vassal. He used his standing not to further his family's fortunes, but to further his own. Not out of selfishness, mind. He'd often seen children who were less fortunate to be encouraged by their parents to do well for themselves. All he had ever heard from his family was what he could do for them.

One day his older brother was killed in a raid, which lead Markus and his father to argue and break off their relationship through a fit of anger. Markus escaped the next day, taking a modest sum of money as well as some equipment and traveling east, taking up arms with a few mercenary companies. He found despite his individuality, he was not a bad leader to smaller groups of companions, at least as long as they were after the same prize and had shared goals.

Before long he culminated enough funds to find an Elvish tutor in magic and swordplay. He lived there for 3 years, learning from the Elf in a forested tower before he was hired onto a fine expedition to explore the surrounding mountains. The adventure came into disaster, rock trolls making the group split up. Markus survived the mountains and found himself on the other side of them, next to a great body of water called the Sunlight Sea. He spent a year on the Cutlass coast, taking small, boring jobs on various ships as a guard before he found himself in HighMast.

[User]
By the time Valerie emerged from the woods her breathing was already strained, but she didn't slow down. She had to cover the distance in front of her, make her attack on the ogre while its back was turned. She kept her sword sheathed as long as she could, knowing the noise would draw its attention. Markus appeared to still be alright, which came as a relief. The ogre was also still strong, despite the cuts her partner had landed on it. Here goes nothing.

When she came in range she pulled her sword from the sheath, making a hard slash up at the ogre's left hamstring, grunting with the effort. The cut normally would've beheaded a human opponent, but instead sliced through the creature's hide easily enough, leaving a bloody wound behind. The ogre roared in agony. In retribution it lashed out with both arms in a wide arc aimed to hit both Markus and Valerie.

Valerie might've been able to duck under it or dodge, but her attention was mistakenly on the other leg. She was in the backswing of her attack when the ogre's forearm hit her across her upper body, tossing her several feet away onto her back. The sky above her spun wildly, at least until her vision was filled with an approaching hand. The ogre had fallen to one knee from the pain, but turned to reach after Valerie.

Unable to rise in time, the ogre's hand closed around her midsection, instantly cutting off her ability to breathe. The pressure tightened, and Valerie felt her back lift off the ground a foot or so. Desperately she stabbed her sword down through the ogre's wrist, the blade piercing clean through it. It had the effect of weakening the grip momentarily and letting her gasp in a needed breath, but it also caused the ogre to slam her back the short distance onto the ground, refusing to let her go.

She writhed and kicked to no avail, out of options except to hope the ogre couldn't crush her in the next few seconds.

[Assistant]
His feeling of relief that she had played her part well was cut short when he too was hit by the Ogre. He'd have cursed himself for letting himself be distracted, but his mind was too preoccupied with needing to breathe. The backhand of the Ogre hit him in the chest, knocking the wind out of him and sending the wheezing young man into a fierce roll. He skidded to a stop after a few paces, and tried to rise if his world would simply stop spinning.

No, get up damn it. He placed one hand on the ground, and looked back at the Ogre that had roared in pain not a moment ago. Was Valerie ok? It was only his concentration gained from his magical training that allowed him to focus enough and realize just what was happening moments later. "Get up..." he scolded himself. "Get. up."

He growled at his own weakness, and despite his unsteady gait he got to his feet and charged. He could hear Valerie in pain, and he felt a cold fear in his chest. With a roar, he stabbed his bastard sword into the back of the other Ogre leg. It roared, sending the beast to his knees. It tried to turn, but found Markus' blade sinking deeply into its kidney. Using the blade embedded in the Ogre, Markus took out another throwing knife and stepped onto his sword, leaping up to grab at the Ogre's head.

He stabbed it in the side of the neck, the beast letting Valerie go and feebly trying to stem the flow of blood pumping out of its cut jugular. The Ogre was losing energy and lifeblood fast, and as its world grew dark it began to topple. Unfortunately, it toppled backwards with Markus still on its back. He did his best to pull himself up above the Ogre's head, but the large monster hit the ground, its cannonball head and broad shoulders pinning Markus up to his chest.

The Swordmage had hit the ground and blacked out for a few moments, the last noise he made was him crying out in pain at the pressure before his head hit the earth. He regained consciousness a few moments later, his skull throbbing, and tried feebly to yank himself out from under the monster. He was still quite dizzy though, and a bit weak.

[User]
Her vision was quickly going black, and it felt to Valerie like her entire torso might cave in from the pressure the ogre was putting on her, but just before she could be overwhelmed by it Markus was able to make his move. Valerie was able to rip her sword free from the creature's wrist just as Markus went up to stab at its throat. Finally released, she gasped in one breath after another, rolling onto her side from the coughing and wheezing.

The ground shook and Markus cried out, and despite her breathlessness Valerie forced herself up as best she could. She was dizzy again, this time from lack of oxygen, and stumbled more than once on her way over to the fallen ogre. She feared it might have crushed Markus, but she found him half-pinned underneath it, still intact and just regaining consciousness by the looks of it. The monster was twitching slightly, but soon enough that stopped too, and the ogre was dead.

Valerie fell to her knees at Markus's side, only keeping herself up by pressing her hands against the ground. She reached out to squeeze his shoulder. "We did it," she said, sounding a little surprised. And though they were both banged up, neither was seriously injured. They were either lucky, or more skilled than Valerie gave herself credit for. Still, the clearing wasn't safe, as they had no cover and Valerie wasn't keen on the idea of fighting anything else right now. She managed to get back to her feet, and reluctantly approached the dead ogre's head.

"Come on, we can get you out together. On three." She took hold of the ogre's head from underneath, preparing to lift it up as best she could. "One, two, three!"

[Assistant]
Markus opened his eyes and saw Valerie's face upside down, and he gave a weak smile at the fact she was ok. He snapped back into sobriety however when a pain in his leg, his side, and in his head shot through him, and he winced. She did her best to lift up the Ogre head, and he pushed against it as well, while feebly dragging himself out from under the large humanoid. He grunted with each movement, and gave a final tug with his free hand before he let the Ogre head go. It dropped back to the ground like a stone. It would have hit his legs if he didn't curl them at the last moment.

Markus got to his feet, still stiff and in pain, but nothing seemed broken. He gave a chuckle at the scene before them. Seven Goblins and an Ogre dead! He was just about to hug Valerie, before it hit him. "The ears..." he said, and reached down to unsheathe his Elven Knife. He cut a single ear off each Goblin, and the Ogre. He even managed to find an ear of the one the Ogre squished. He stuck them in his pack, and as he strapped the bag closed once more, he nodded to the northeast. "Let's keep going, Val."

They made good time after that, early afternoon growing into late afternoon as the miles passed behind them. As the sun was now sinking (though not quite gone) they found themselves in a less dense area of the forest. It looked a cross between the forest proper, and an area of brambles and varied drops and rises in the ground. For an hour back there, they had heard wolves howling in the background. Perhaps the beasts had picked up the scent of dead Goblin flesh.

They had split up for a moment, to cover more ground and find a good place to hold up for the night. Markus called to Valerie a few minutes into entering this new territory. He waited for her to get there, revealing a drop about six feet in height. After that, a thick canopy and even wall of brambles made what looked to be a makeshift shelter next to a tall Oak that served as its spine. Markus leaped down, holding his sword and pack steady as he did it. He peered into the ubiquitous sticks, brambles, vines, and leaves. Is it hollow? He walked about it, gazing until he saw a way to slip in. He slide inside a slim opening to indeed find a short clearing within.

"Thank the Gods." he said, hands on his hips. "Come on in. We've got some work to do to make this place perfect." He began to go to work, moving the loose sticks that had fallen onto the hard, more barren ground into the center of the clearing. Around them they were protected by brambles and vines, and above them was a rough but thick canopy of similar material, mixed with tree branches. He set a pile of sticks in the center for a fire later, and then roughly climbed up the tree to the right, using his sword to clear a hole above them for smoke to pour out of.

The land was in early spring, and cold even in the daytime. It'd do them well to get close to a fire this night. Less than an hour later, the sun had nearly dipped below the far mountain range, and within this makeshift home they saw even less light than if they were without. The fire had begun early, Markus now boiling water in a small pot he'd brought along. He first boiled the ears, claiming it would preserve them longer and keep diseases off of them so he could bring it back to the bounty collector.

He then began to boil them some dinner after cleaning the pot. Luckily, a small stream was close and they had made a small errand to partake in refilling their canteens, and in filling the pot. "I hope you like steamed ham." he told her, giving her a smile as the youthful mercenary placed the meat into the roiling and bubbling water.

Finally, he let himself rest as the dinner cooked. The fire within the small space made it particularly warm, and almost comfortable. It would indeed be comfortable if there was a nice place to sit, but so far all they could do was use their bedrolls and packs to sit upon. Markus let out a breath, and began to unstrap his armor. The firelight danced along the walls around them, and the bubbling water making a soft noise that would allow someone to easily think this was simply a night in, and not in the dangerous wilderness.

He took off his bracers, and then lifted off his tabard and chainmail, tossing them to the side. The chainmail hit the hard ground with a 'thunk.' He wore his loose fitting trousers and a torn and haggard linen shirt. The steam from the water cleared his senses and made him feel more relaxed, and he gave Valerie a smile as he sat beside her. "You did great today." he told her in all honesty.

His smile was warm and genuine. The young man's hand slipped up to the side of his torso, and he felt a small wound there that stuck. He winced, and Valerie could see a few dots of red along his simple, white linen shirt he wore. He grimaced and lifted his shirt to reveal a jagged cut. Must have been from something as I fell. He shook his head and pressed his hand to the wound. "All apart of the job." It didn't seem serious. Just another scar.


[System]
Servus

"Touch my beloved Amboli ONE MORE TIME..."
Appearance: Clocking in at around 5'5", Servus may not seem to be the most imposing figure on the block, but he has an inner fire that he can lash out at a moment's notice. He wears a traditional outfit from the sandy dunes of Jehanna, with dark brown body armor, a rusty-red scarf, two thick leather gauntlets, and a white turban cloak to protect himself from various elements. Underneath all that clothing, Servus is a pale figure with some minor scarring on his back and chest regions. He sports a unique set of orangish-brown eyes and hazelnut hair.

Apparent Age: Young Adult

Gender: Male

Nation: Jehanna "Sky Guild" ---> Rogue

Class: Wyvern Rider

Weapon Mastery: Axe D

Level: 6

Background: Servus was a troubled kid raised in the slums of Jehanna. His family was treading along the dangerous border of poverty and they were struggling not only to keep their home, but just simply to survive. His mother was a soft-spoken lady, who may or may not have been an infamous robber who often calculated great strategies to steal from the rich, while the father was a vulgar drunken blacksmith who often cussed his son out for making even the simplest of mistakes. His household was overall a toxic wasteland and he was constantly exposed to screaming matches and the sounds of platter breaking on the floor. As a result, Servus was often away from the chaos inside his home and exploring the vast desert for a possible purpose he may have in life, only forced to return before twilight.

One day, while six year old Servus was exploring a hidden oasis several miles south of the village, he encountered a strange colorful egg buried in the sand. As he began to inspect the ovular vessel, the egg hatched, and out popped a unique wyvern covered in feathers and sported a yellow beak with a black tip. Having always wanted a pet, yet forbidden by his parents, he secretly kept the wyvern he called Amboli in an abandoned warehouse nearby and took care of him there. The wyvern was safe from the potential wrath of Servus' family, but as the years passed rumors began to circulate about the creature's existence. Not only did the boy find a wyvern, but he found what's said to be the rarest type of wyvern in the region of Jehanna, known as a Griffern. These wyverns were the basis of the mythological griffin told in legends, although they are simply a unique breed of their species with avian traits - hence their name. Due to this myth, they were nearly hunted to extinction for their feathers used in pens and their sharp scales being utilized in elite armor. Yet some had been rumored to fly across the land in the cover of darkness, although never proven...

Eventually, five years later, an unknown dark guild took interest in capturing the wyvern for themselves, having studied Servus' movement along with the occasional scratching from within the warehouse. However, as the assassins began to enter, they boy just happened to be returning to the warehouse with food and water for Amboli. As they attempted to shut Servus up, the adolescent wyvern heard the commotion outside and bursted through the wooden walls and scared the assassins off. Yet at the same time he was finally revealed in the grand glory of the public. No longer was he a rumor and no longer will he be able to hide. The entire village was soon told about his confirmed existence and many wanted the wyvern dead as they feared Amboli was a potential threat that could destroy the village. Both the wyvern and Servus were in deep trouble.

Yet fate was kind to give them a second chance at life. The Sky Guild noticed the heightening tensions and came to intervene, with Aderyn eventually granting Servus the opportunity to join her guild as a Wyvern Rider. Servus was intially very skeptical about whether they would treat his partner well, but he eventually was convinced enough and agreed to join the guild, already starting a new life with a seemingly meaningful purpose.

While gaining himself a respectful name for himself within the guild, by the age of sixteen years, Servus seemed to have enough of serving the guild. He felt like it limited him too much in his capabilities in exploring the vast world that was around him and that he wished to leave the toxic past of his old life buried in the sands. It was then when he turned rogue, for he one day took his wyvern and flew away from the realm, never once having turned back to cash his final farewell. He eventually began to settle in the realm of Grado, although he never considered working for their military or Wyvern-back squads. For several years did he live peacefully within the realm's boarders...

Only to have that peace shattered as his past came crashing down on his head... literally and figuratively speaking.

Plot-Susceptive: Yes

Equipment and Items:

* Halberd - Effective against cavalry foes.
* Vulnerary - Restores 10 HP.
* Pure Water - Increases its user's Resistance by 7. (Effect decreases by 1 each turn)

Personality: Servus is a quiet yet cynically rebellious rogue that seems to care little for anything outside his beloved wyvern, Amboli. Having lived in near-poverty conditions through his early youth, he had to do everything to survive against the elements, as well as the enemies which sought to hurt him and his winged partner. He is very protective of Amboli, treasuring him due to his species' rarity with an unbreakable bond, and makes sure he's always happy and well fed. If anyone gets between him and his mount, Servus will not hesitate to protect him by any means necessary. He's also a perfectionist, always trying his best to improve on his abilities and doesn't take average as good enough.

Ability Assessment: Servus, on his mount, is a formidable opponent in the skies. Their blows can hit the enemy hard and quickly pull back before the opponents know what hit them. While they can issue heavy damage, Servus often plans out his attack strategy from afar, picking out the weakest points in the enemy's defenses, and using that knowledge to his advantage. In short, he's an expert at hit-n-run tactics, rarely rushing head-first into battle unless there's no other option.

Of course, all of this is for good reason. Like all flying mounts, Servus and Amboli are extremely vulnerable to archers and magic in general. His heavy self-criticism doesn't help him either, as for thirst for perfection often has him disappointed in his abilities, sometimes making him vulnerable to attack as he reflects on the current situation. If he believes a situation is too tough to handle, he'll have no shame in retreating to try and grab a better view of the enemy or, in some cases, flee the battlefield entirely. He says that he doesn't call himself a coward by doing this, as he's trying to inspect the opposing forces from afar, but many say otherwise.

+ Def
- Res

Quirks/Talents/Aspirations/Other:
* He can communicate and understand his mount.
* Loves to go bird watching on his free time.
* Wants to test his skills while fighting another wyvern or dragon.
* While Servus loves the air, he cannot stand swimming.

R-button Summarization: Abandoned his home as a rogue mercenary. Adores his rare wyvern, Amboli.

Level Up Quotes

0-1 Points: "I told you to go right, Amboli!"
2-3 Points: "Not half-bad. Could do better."
4-5 Points: "I'm getting the hang of this!
6+ Points: "We are unstoppable, Amboli!"
Capped Stats: "I think it's time we try something else."
Changed Class: "Alright - back to square one."

Critical Hit Quotes

"Incoming!"
"After them Amboli!"
"Ya screwed up now!"
"Ya're dead meat!"

[User]
Isolde

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Marwood's words only made her feel marginally better. She was supposed to protect Reina. She was supposed to protect everyone here, that's what she was trained for! That's why she pushed herself! To make sure everyone was safe. If she couldn't protect her best friend, then how could she protect anyone else?

"...Right, sorry." Isolde laughed lightly, hefting her halberd. "First things first. Making sure we help everyone here we can." She couldn't let such thoughts distract her right now. She had to stay focused, help those she could. Her father always told her if real war ever happened, to be prepared for times like this, but...urgh, it hurt more than she thought it would. She just had to focus on the good - believe that everything would turn out alright, in the end.

"I thought I saw a thief running south." She commented, patting Kergin on the neck. "We'll chase after we clean up here." Kicking Kergin into motion, she twirled her Halberd. Barreling down the streets, Kergin made a beeline for the axe wielding fighters. Kergin's heavier steps thudded down the street, roaring menacingly as he made intentions clear.

"Ack! Kergin wait no don't-!" Isolde Did her best to slow down her mount, but the irritable Wyvern wouldn't have it. He slammed his entire body into the first Fighter, causing Isolde to nearly fall out of her saddle at the sudden stop. "Gah, slow down next time!" Not that she seemed to have any problem with Kergin trying to trample both of the fighters. Pulling her Halberd back, she followed through with a wide horizontal swing, hopefully catching him if he was still standing.

[Assistant]
Titania

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A thief? Perhaps it was the same person that had kidnapped Reina. But still, could they possibly hope to catch him while escaping from the town? Aldo was right, they had to keep the Fire Emblem safe. [color=Darkturquoise]"We can try to look at chasing the thief if we can get out of here, which is our top priority. Isolode, as usual, wasted no timing charging directly at the enemy across from them; though it was hard to tell if it had actually been her objective given her somewhat panicked cries, they still had to react accordingly. Titania would wait for Marwood to move forward, she didn't want to get in the way of his horse very much in these alleyways. She would move up to the intersection so she could keep an eye out for trouble as well as move up to help anyone in trouble.

[User]
Marwood

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Marwood took position following Isolde, they had their orders and he knew what needed to be done. He kept his lance ready, he wanted to get through and speak with the soldiers that were protecting the children down this way. The princeling readied himself for combat lance tightly gripped as Fiona followed Kergin forward.

[Assistant]
As soon as he turned the next corner leading to the house of interest, an enemy axe-fighter ahead of him turned around and noticed his presence.

'You! You're… not of our Guild.'

Uh oh, has Servus been spotted already? Or did the axe-person recognize who he was? Either way, it didn't look too good from the journeyman's viewpoint.

'Uh. … This section of town is the property of the Zane Guild! We're not sharing! Go back to your own!'

Servus was somewhat confused with the situation in question. He wasn't identified as an enemy, but neither was he part of the guildsman. It was an awkward position to be in. Wanted, but also not wanted. He has to quickly fill the air in with some excuse.

"I beg your pard~?"

Before he could finish, he notices an armored unit screaming down the road as he barks out order to his men.

'DON'T LET THAT WYVERN GET AWAY! SURROUND HIM, FORCE HIM SOUTH! I'LL INTERCEPT HIM THERE…!'

Servus' heart sank slightly at the notion. Was he talking about Amboli? Or was he talking about ~ oh right, of course he's talking about that wyvern who emerged from a bloody building. His wyvern meanwhile was still in hiding, hopefully not causing any trouble. He over hears him being named "Zane", who Servus kind of knew from his days in Jehenna, but didn't talk to him much. He's still obnoxious as usual.

The axe-man then turned to several soldiers behind him, giving the journeyman a possible minute to consider making a run for cover. However before he could make up his mind in such a position, the axe-man spun around and called for his attention.

'You, hang on with me! If you're helpful I'll ask Commander Zane of something nice for you! Let's go!' he barks as he heads to the right.

Servus raised his hand towards him in an attempt to clear the air, but by that time he had already ran off. He gave an exasperated sigh as his right eye twitches violently. He's going to have to be with this lot for a while. Sure he can just run off the other way, but that will possibly make him a person of interest. And he's already been given some attention judging at how his attire didn't seem to match the guild's. However if he can just be a competent soldier for Zane's guild and relive his past for just a moment, perhaps he might be able to survive and get some useful information before deserting.

If he can survive the rag-tag group of Gradonians coming their way that is. It'll be unlikely for them to recognize who he is and that he's secretly trying to help them.

He cocks his head to the side as he reluctantly follows the axe-man in pursuit. Things are going to get more awkward from here.


[System]
Age: 22

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Personality:
August is a rebellious individual; he lives for adventure and is a thrill-chaser. There's nothing that he enjoys more than taking on challenges and cracking one-liners. He's rarely a serious person because he's not fond of taking things in that brings him down. This adventurer just loves to be the life of the party. His mindset is there is always time to joke and make fun of any situation.

Devil Fruit/ Weapon of expertise:
Supido Supido Fruit: This grants the user remarkable speed and quick feet. At his current training and level, he can only reach up to speeds of 30 miles per hour when regularly running, similar to a horse.
 Two-Step : August repeatedly steps in place to dodge attacks. It is difficult on the offender because August's speed grants him the ability of creating illusions. Quickly stepping in place gives him the advantage of dodging rapid fire and punches. Doing this multiple times is certain to lead to exhaustion and dizziness.
 Bullet Launch: August travels at the speeds of a bullet to launch a deadly punch! This is limited to short distances.
 Flash Attack: August throws a barrage of quick hits or kicks at incredible speed. The speed makes it look as if he has many arms…or legs.

[User]
"Wee-Hee-Hee-Hee! Somebody's standing up to the Silver Slugs!"

Came a voice from inside the ship that was impossible to ignore as Zypha safely landed on the vessel. Zypha's face twitched a little as she looked at the enemy crew. "Please tell me you aren't really called the Silver Slugs. Like really? Like me commend you captain on his naming sense." She would have started a slow clap if she weren't in combat and needing to hold onto her weapons.

One random crewman looked slightly embarrassed but the rest were too busy following their captain's order to start firing at her and Abigail. Zypha dove to the deck as bullets wizzed overhead and scrambled to take some cover so she could find the right timing to attack. Meanwhile she got to witness her crewmate go airborne as she started her assault, but she kind of miffed the landing and rolled into one of the pirates.

"Well that's one way to fly into action." She mused before detaching a scythe, checking its balance, and then flinging the scythe from its handle like a boom-a-rang. She had been working on the balance for quite some time and while it still it wouldn't exactly come back like a boom-a-rang, it still made for a decent projectile weapon that could curve in midflight. She aimed it at one of the pirates aiming for Abigail, gritted her teeth as a bullet grazed her shoulder, and took cover again, waiting to hear the sound of the scythe hitting home.

[Assistant]
August could only scratch his head in response. The man was weird from what he could tell. He didn't know what the man meant by becoming a nuisance. From what August could tell, the guy must be a fruit user considering the sea stone cuffs. August titled his head to the side out of the room.

 He was surprised to see the guy so care-free; the man just sang and walked by carelessly. "Silver Slugs?" August asked himself. Changing his focus to the woman, he noticed she was having her hands full with the pirates. With a sigh, he figured it'd be best to give her a hand. "I guess I better help out. I can't reap all the benefits," he muttered.

 Stepping out into the hallway, he devised a direction to run through. The hallway worked for him considering it was narrow and the enemies were in his direct path. When analyzing the enemies, he found some of them to have either swords or guns. Bending his legs, he chose to rid of the sword fighters first. They could be a bigger nuisance for this battle.

 Without so much as a notice, August sped through the hallway quickly and attempted to deliever a punch to one of the sword fighters. His aim was towards the face of the fighter. "Bullet Launch!" He shouted.

[User]
Pirate ship

"WHY YOU! HOW DARE YOU MOCK THE RUSTSILVER PIRATES!" The captain barked at the chained man. "How did you even... Jim, Barry, just KILL HIM!" He shouted, as two of the six pirates turned their rifles towards the staircase that the man was at, opening fire at him.

As Abigail jumped over the bullets and rolled into one of the pirate's legs, the man tumbled over and fell onto the ground. He lost his rifle in the process, and attempted to grab hold of it again. A second pirate took note of Abigail's approach, looking down at her and aiming his rifle. Right before he could fire however, Zypha's thrown scythe struck the man in the neck. The man collapsed on the ground, bleeding from his neck.

The two other pirates continued opening fire at Zypha's location, hoping their bullets would penetrate the wooden crate that Zypha had been hiding behind.

Pirate ship, Below Deck

As the man with the pistols fired at Croma, he ended up hitting the pirate that she used as a meat shield instead. As Croma kicked the pirate that she was holding away, he ended up crashing hard into the man with the rifle. The man ended up slamming into the wall with his head by the force of the push, knocking him out. The man with the pistols struggled to aim again, but it was too late. Croma was already in front of him. She succesfully managed to strike her sheath into the man's adam's apples, knocking him into the wall and knocking him out as well.

As August sped through the hallway, the man that August chose to attack readied his blade. Before he could even do anything, August rammed his fist into his face at great speed, sending him flying into the wall with great force, knocking him out instantly and leaving a small crack in the wall.

The remaining man with the sword gulped. "C...CAPTAIN!! We're in trouble over here!!" He yelped, backing away from Croma and August.

[Assistant]
It didn't take long before the red pirate was able to get a hang of her surroundings. It was even less time before she noticed the pirate she fell into starting to move forward to grab his rifle. She couldn't allow that so she got on her knees, and jammed her fist right about between his legs. He didn't take that vary well. He took it like an old wooden bridge would've taken a falling mountain, that is to say he went down and he went down fast.

As tempting as it was to laugh Abigail decided to force the mirth down because her survival depended on keeping a straight face. "Damn it!" Abigail muttered as she started getting to her feet, but remembered about the rifles being readied to fire and thought better of it. "Damn it again." She kept crouched as she looked around. A few men were down, probably because Zypha. The long perfect slash marks on their chest and neck seemed to be her work. So who'd that leave?

Her eyes quickly settled on the men who were raising their rifles to fire at her partner. "Three damns it a row. Damn it universe you're really trying my patience." She raised her left hand, the one with the electricity, hoping desperately she'd be able to knock the enemy closer to her into the one further than her.

[User]
Croma's ears twitched a little when she heard one of the pirates say something about a captain usually indicating that he or she was the strongest on this ship, surely Kichi would unsheathe itself for such a high rank. Rearing herself back and springing herself forward the resulting push caused her to jet past even Augest twisting her sheath back and swinging it like a baseball bat aiming at the pirate holding the sword.

"Where is your captain?!" She yelled

[Assistant]
August widen his eyes and raised his eyebrows; he averted his attention to the crack in the wall and fist repeatedly. Rotating his arm around, he massaged his bicep and admired his own strength. "I guess I don't know my own power," he chuckled. August watched as another underling signaled for their boss. The guy looked honestly concerned for his own being. This was unlike something August experienced; he typically wasn't a guy to be scared of.

 It was at that moment the woman sped past him to commence battle with the last man standing. "Now she's someone to be afraid of," August talked out loud and snapped his fingers. Shrugging his shoulders, he figured he was done in this narrow hallway. August pressed his feet onto the ground and began sprinting towards the exit. The remaining pirate would have his hands full with the woman so there was nothing August had to worry about.

 "I'll see you at the top," August mentioned as he rushed through the battle.

[User] When the Pirates turned to fire at the mysterious prisoner, he spun around and deflected their shots with his sea-stone hand-cuffs. "Oh, are we a little miffed, acquaintances?" He shouted happily, while giggling with glee. He immediately dashed towards the Pirates, jumping, slipping his shackles under his legs, and slamming them into a Pirate's face. "Well now, so am I, pals." He then shifted his weight up and back flipped away from the second Pirate as he fired another shot at his torso. He landed a few feet back, and the Pirate took aim again, but wasn't quick enough to avoid having the sea-stone handcuffs slam him in the chest, shattering his rib cage. "You should really watch who you piss off, Chums!"

[Assistant]
Bullets struck the wooden crate, splintering off wood left and right. Zypha kept her position to keep from being hit but apparently the wooden crate was not that sturdy. One of the bullets pierced through but thankfully struck her chain before bouncing off, but it did sting a little.

"Never liked just siting around anyway!" Zypha abandoned her spot and rushed out into the open. She saw Abigail make her move on the pirates so for now it was just her job to avoid the shots, she still had a scythe attached so she flung it up into the air, catching one of the masts masts and started to haul herself up as quickly as possible, the bullets whistling past her as she ascended upward. Before long she reached the lowest sail rung and got unto the wooden beam to become a smaller target.

[User]
Pirate ship

Abigail succeeded in knocking the closest pirate away with her hand. The man screamed as he was struck by the electricity, staggering back into the second pirate who was still firing at Zypha and missed his shots. As the first pirate collided with him, he was electrocuted as well, and both collapsed onto the deck with severe burn wounds.

With the strange man's aid, the two last pirates with rifles were also taken down.

And now, only the captain remained. "Bah! Good-for-nothings!" He screamed at his defeated men. He pulled a mace from his belt with his right hand, and a flint lock pistol with his left. He dashed forward at Abigail immediately, and swung his mace down at her. He followed up with his left hand, taking aim at Zypha with his flint-lock pistol and started shooting at her to keep her on a distance.

Pirate ship, Below Deck

The pirate attempted to block Croma's strike, but wasn't fast enough. Croma struck him hard in the head, knocking him out before he could answer her question.

There was no more danger remaining below deck.

[Assistant]
Abigail blinked as the man with the metal ball of death rushed towards her. Her eyes went wide as the figure loomed over her. "Why me?" She called as she threw herself to the side and rolled to get as much distance as possible. "Seriously, I've killed the fewest of your crew mates on this thing."

The red pirate's sword appeared in her hand. "NOt that it matters. You missed! No harm, no foul." She dashed forwards and took a swing at the man, aiming for the arm with the pistol at the end. Even if she failed to cut him at all she was sure his aim would be thrown off enough to allow for Zypha to close enough distance to help out. Abigail wouldn't mind. History had taught her there wasn't any shame in fighting two to one. Besides the man had started the fight and tried to kill them with a much bigger ratio advantage. So if her cut severed his arm and it proved fatal she wouldn't have any trouble sleeping at night.

[User]
Croma stood up relaxing her body a bit to sigh, realizing that she ruined a chance to get some good Intel in any case with three prisoners running amok the captain would surely come out and handle the situation. The swordswoman leaned against the wall, grabbing at her stomach having pushed herself today on an empty stomach being completely exhausted was starting to finally take its toll, she swings in the future we're going to be much weaker, but as always she forced herself to her feet and ran up the stairs. Once she got above deck looking around at the groups of random pirates fighting with other pirates, from the cannon fire earlier they were under attack something that more than likely aided in their escape. Readying herself once again Croma charged at a large group of pirates that wore the same colors as the jailers.

"Unsheathe style: Ten thousand beatings" she yelled, swinging her sword and a series of swings and jabs putting more force in the attack itself being that she wanted to knock them all out before her strength fails her again.

[Assistant]
"You'd think they'd learn some new tricks or something." Zypha groaned as she started to dodge bullets again. At that range she was in little actual danger but the point of the shots was just too keep her away, of which they were doing a decent job. She had to jump to avoid a bullet and made her way to the wooden mast. Zypha but the wood between herself and the enemy captain as she slid down, back to the ship floor.

She was now in a decent position but until the captain was occupied there wasn't a good spot to charge her enemy. If she went out now she would be a sitting duck as the captain was actually a decent shot unlike his ex-crew. Zypha didn't dare peek out yet, so she concentrated on listening while she waited for her chance to attack.

[User]
August stepped outside and was hit by the sunlight. It had been a while since he had seen the outside. "I'll never get tired of the ocean view," he chuckled under his breath. Looking at the sky, he admired the beauty the clouds had to offer. For a moment, he ignored the battle that was occurring.

 He analyzed the situation and noticed another ship nearby. It seemed the current ship he was on was being invaded by a rival pirate crew. Overall, August could not be in a worse environment. What was he to do? August couldn't leave the battlefield since he was trapped in the middle of the ocean.

 Two opposing forces and he had no idea who either of the groups were; the best strategy was to hang back and just fight if confronted.


[System]
Niah Bautista

Character Quote: Do you so swear?

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Character Summary
Aliases: Oath Keeper
Age: 14
Birthday: Oct. 3, 2003
Ethnicity: Filipino
Birth Place: Manila, Philippines
Godly Parent: Styx
Legacy: Styx
Cohort: 2nd Cohort
How Many Years At Camp Jupiter: 2
Gender: Female
Rank: Centrion
Occupation At Camp: Oath Binder (If someone needs to swear an Oath they usually do it in front of Niah)
Languages: English, Tagalog, Latin

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Appearance
Height: 5'2"
Weight: 130lbs
Body Type: Petit
Eye Color: Golden brown
Hair Color: Brown
Skin Tone: Soft brown, naturally tanned
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears pierced, SPQR with two lines, Cohort symbol
Personal Style: Niah is sensitive to a lot of materials so she is picky with what she wears. She however does like the traditional Roman clothing and wears it a bit more often than most. If she is not wearing traditional clothing she wears jeans and t-shirts, or sundresses. She leans toward blue colors.

She wears a light amount of make-up most days and has her hair down or back in a braid. She is growing her hair longer and hasn't cut it since she joined Camp Jupiter.

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Psychology
Energetic * Picky * Friendly * Competitive * Observant * Pedantic

Sexuality: Demisexual (though she can appreciate the aesthetics of someone she doesn't know)
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Niah is fast to form opinions about people, and doesn't usually change that opinion. It doesn't help that she can tell if someone has ever broken an Oath, no matter how minor. It is amazing how disappointed you can be when you realize how often people fail to keep them. She has, because of that, made it a point to not make Oaths she can't keep.
Fatal Flaw: Personal loyalty
Habits: Chewing her lip
Hobbies: Reading, planning practice battles
Fears:
* Being forced to break an Oath, or being unable to keep it
* Riding a motorcycle (she saw a terrible accident once as a child and it is seared into her brain)
* Her sister being found dead...or worse

Likes:
* Her cohort
* War games
* Learning new things (Niah wants to attend an actual college, not the one at Camp)
* Traveling
* Reading
* Horse back riding

Dislikes:
* Oathbreakers (She loathes them)
* Bad/bitter food
* Itchy clothing
* Birds (stupid nest outside her childhood bedroom window woke her up too early)
* Apples
* Bad movie remakes of good movies
* Fauns

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Skills
Demigod Abilities:
* Oaths (Niah inherently knows if someone has made an oath and if they've ever broken one)
* Odikinesis

General Skills:
* First aid
* Law
* Botony
* Horseback riding
* Conflict management
* Roman Mythology

Combat Skills:
* Short sword
* Siege engine
* Military tactics
* Use of Odikinesis to distract or demoralize enemies

Magic Item:
* Vial with a bit of River Styx in it (given to her the one time she met her mother)
* Imperial gold short sword, sits invisibly on her back

What Do They Carry On Them:
* Clothing - A light summer dress, and sandals.
* Purse/Wallet - about $30 in USD, and 20 Denarius coins
* Backpack
* Current reading book
* A notebook (with some sketches and notes)
* A pen
* spare hair tie
* Advil
* Chapstick
* A bottle of nectar
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Possessions In Bunk:
* Spare clothes
* A secondary, non-magical weapon
* A photo of her family (Sister, brother, father, and stepmom)
* A trophy from a fight that she had on her way to camp
* An extra blanket
* A reading flashlight
* Her next few books that she plans to read
* Lotion
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History

Biography Niah was born in the Philipines. Her father already had a daughter, Dalisay. He never spoke about her mother, or Niah's. Niah knew something was odd about herself though. She could tell when someone had made an Oath, and more importantly when they had broken that oath. Her first memory was realizing someone her father trusted had broken an oath.

Niah argued with her father saying the man was untrustworthy. Imagine a two-year-old telling you someone you trusted was untrustworthy. Her father didn't take it well and he put Niah into a time out. While she was in the time out her sister tried to cheer her up by showing Niah her own magic. Neither realized how different they really were from the rest of the world because they had each other. A few months after the fight the man betrayed their father and he apologized to Niah. The two became close after that.

Their father married, and they had a son. Niah liked her step-mother because she had never broken an Oath. Things were normal in their home that was until Dalisay disappeared one day when Niah was 12. Her father at that point explained that Niah was the daughter of a goddess and it was time for her to attend a special school in America. He gave her a letter from Niah's mother, the goddess of Oaths. With that making sense, Niah went to America. Her father had given her little direction, but it was through a series of incidences that Niah ended up at the Wolf House. Lupa put her through the usual testing and sent her to Camp Jupiter.

How Long Have They Been At Camp Jupiter: Niah had a hard time moving up from Probatio, while she had good lineage she was not the best at fighting and ended up earning her rank as Legionnaire by performing a great deed about three months before her first year was up. She was good at tactics and made a small name for herself in the games with that skill. She quickly became known as the Oath Keeper and was usually told to be present when someone was about to leave for a mission. Niah started witnessing all Oaths, it helped people remember how important the oaths were putting a face to it. With the new title of Oath Binder, she was also promoted to Centurion, it helped keep the lines of who was in charge better. Niah wasn't particularly excited about the change and for the most part deferres to her counterpart in the 2nd cohort.

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Additional Information

Theme Song: Promises I can't Keep - Mike Shinoda

Extra Information: See Andy's cs
I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.

[User]
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Niah Bautista

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Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota
Skills:

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"We could set up Niah-air again." They'd have to go back and get the boat, but it was better than walking for eight hours. Landing in town might be weird. At least here at the park there hadn't been anyone around. Niah didn't think it'd be a good idea to steal a car. And they'd have to actually run into someone driving to be able to hitchhike. Other than the park she had no idea why anyone would be here. It was the middle of nowhere.

"Problem with stealing a car. I don't know about you two, but I don't know how to drive. I don't have a license." She admitted. She wouldn't be surprised if they didn't know either. Or if they did have driver's licenses they were out of date. Something else the camp maybe should work on teaching. At least the older members of camp. Part of their training should be some survival skills.

[Assistant]
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Madalyne Crane

Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota.
Skills: N/A

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As Madalyne walked she started to think of a good way to try and get back home, she didn't want to have Niah pretty much fly them over to where they need to go that would be really hard on her. She also didn't like the idea of potentially falling to their deaths if Niah did get a little bit to tired after awhile. "Steakhouse works for me then." Madalyne said she didn't really mind of care she was pretty hungry anyway as well to.

When something caught her eye as she heard a car driving up the road, when she noticed the symbol of Camp Jupiter decaled onto the door of a truck. Madalyne knew that Camp Jupiter had quiet a few veterans, and knew that they could help them out if they asked and quickly started to wave to get their attention. "Looks like we got a ride actually." Madalyne said as she smiled making her way over towards the truck, there was a slightly older looking man on his arm was also a tattoo marking his service to the Legion. "What can I help you all with?" He asked looking at the three girls.

[User]
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☀ Nancy Parker ☀

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Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota
Skills: N/A

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 "How hard could it be?" Nancy joked, as Niah pointed out she didn't know how to drive and didn't know if either of them knew how. Nancy's mother had never bothered to take the time to teach her how to drive, not that she had been old enough to do so before she ended up frozen in time anyways. But Nancy wasn't going to think about that place right now - nope, she wasn't going to let it ruin her good mood.

 And luckily, the universe seemed to agree. Nancy didn't have huge qualms about hitchhiking, mostly because it had been a fairly common thing to do when she had been growing up - people weren't as scared about it back then. And given that the truck had the decal for Camp Jupiter on it, Nancy didn't let a thought cross her mind that they maybe shouldn't have trusted this random person. "Gnarly. Love this for us," Nancy said, as they walked up to the truck. "We're on a quest for the Legion and could use a lift to the nearest town. Or if you're willing, the nearest train station - we can trade you some gold for tickets."

[Assistant]
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Niah Bautista

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Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota
Skills:

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Well, that was serendipitous. Niah smiled at the guy hoping he would take pity on them. She wondered what he was doing out here in what was nearly the middle of nowhere except for some defaced rocks. Maybe he had seen the dragon.

She pulled out one of the gold coins from her pocket and held it out to him. It wasn't camp money and he'd know that. But he could exchange it for cash at any of those cash-for-gold places. If it was a special coin it might even be more than its weight in gold too.

[User]
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Madalyne Crane

Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota.
Skills: N/A

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"We could use a ride wherever you can take us." Madalyne said to the veteran giving him a smile as the guy smiled at his fellow legionaires, and went to unlock the doors. "You might want to move the tools around and stuff though." He said as Madalyne nodded luckily the truck did have a row of back seats as she went to put the tool box in the front seat and her pack into the back of the truck bed. The veteran looked at Niah offering her some gold and shook his head. "Keep it, set your gear in the truck bed." He said once Nancy and Niah got in he started up the car again and started to drive.

"Was gonna get some food, and then I can take you to the regional airport forty minutes away if you want that." He offered as Madalyne nodded she had taken the window seat. "Some food would be nice." She said as he started to head off to the closest restaurant. "So you ladies finishing on a quest or starting one?" He asked them. "Just finishing and trying to make our way back." Madalyne answered.

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☀ Nancy Parker ☀

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Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota
Skills: N/A

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 Nancy got into the truck without much hesitation, putting her pack into the bed just as Mads had. She took one of the outer seats, as the middle seat made her feel confined and cornered - a small vestige of her trauma that "blessed" her with its appearance. But she could manage it. It was relatively small as her triggers went. The man seemed pretty friendly, and he was part of the Legion, so Nancy wasn't concerned about him.

 Plus, he was driving them for free - she had noted how he had passed up on the gold Mads had offered. "Yeah, we killed a dragon. No big deal," Nancy humble bragged. "If you're taking us to the airport and don't mind trading gold for cash, so we can buy tickets, that'd be rad." Otherwise they'd need to make another stop before getting there. She somehow doubted whatever restaurant they were at would trade cash for gold. "What cohort were you in - and what's your name?"

[User]
Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota
Skills:

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Niah returned the gold to her pocket with a shrug. If he didn't want some of the gold they had, that was his choice. It wasn't all Roman coins, but if that had been the issue, she probably could have found some in the bags heavy with the gold they had gathered.

Niah didn't mind the middle seat. She took it without complaint. Just happy to be in a relatively safe position. A part of her brain screamed it was a trap. But if the guy answered Nancy's questions, she would feel better about it. Her bag was clunky, but she kept it on her lap.

She felt like the questions they were asking were the ones she wanted to know, so she didn't have anything to add. But because of the small part of her that was freaking out, watched him carefully. She wore a smile, so it didn't seem creepy.


[System]
Gender: Male

Age: 24

Birthplace: Leeds, England

Appearance:

Ethan is six foot and has a good physical body. He has dirty blonde hair that he keeps to a medium length and is usually messy on top. He has a slight beard. The usual clothes he wears are a thick cotton t shirt, with grey cargo pants and dark walking boots. If he's out he'll usually have a navy blue sailors coat on, since it's started getting colder, he wears a grey hoody underneath it.

Personality: Ethan is a very laid person, even after the outbreak. He daydreams a lot thinking about his life before, keeping himself smiling. Ethan also likes to try and keep peoples morale up in the group, it usually takes a lot for him to get angry or violent.

Occupation before the breakout: Construction worker.

Skills:

* Can construct houses from his previous job, makes him useful for knowing how to build different things like stable defences and repairs.
* Has been practising with the bow since being at Dana Point, so he knows how to use a bow but isn't truly amazing with it yet.
* He can usually befriend someone pretty quick who he doesn't know through his charm alone.
* Naturally good at driving.
* Is very good in a fist fight.

Fears/incompetencies:

* He doesn't know how to live off the land, so he can't make fires without a lighter and doesn't know how to hunt.
* He is claustrophobic
* Being alone.
* Struggles with leading people because he doesn't want to let anyone down.

Equipment: In his rucksack he has: ten different types of canned food, a two litre bottle of water and a packet of paracetamol, antibiotics and pain killers. There's also a compass and a map in it. Attached to the bottom of the rucksack is a sleeping bag and to the side a wooden compound bow with thirty iron arrows. Dangling from his belt is a steel hatchet.

Group: Dana Point group.

History: Ethan grew up in Leeds and when he finished High school at sixteen, he went on to become an apprentice as a construction worker. He continued to box and had been doing it from an early age. As soon as he turned seventeen he started to drive and loved it. His job on the over hand he wasn't crazy about it, but he was good at it so Ethan continued to work there. When Ethan turned eighteen he decided to start saving up to go on a road trip of America. For five years he continued to work and save up until he had enough money. He also thought in a few semi professional boxing matches, gaining a bit of extra cash. When he was twenty three he booked a plane to Florida and rented a car, after that he travelled all over the place.

Whilst travelling from Las Vegas to Los Angeles, the news broke out on the radio about the infection, luckily Ethan was miles away from any major city and missed it. He ended up driving south when he got into California and ended finding survivors who had managed to survive by hiding in the buildings of the town centre of Dana Point. At the time he got there, the virus hadn't really hit the town hard because of the small population. They continued to stay there and built a wall around the area they lived in. Different people came and went over the months. Until one morning in October when the sun had just rose up and more than a thousand Walkers were moving towards Dana Point, they had no chance to survive it. By the time the lookouts managed to wake everyone up, the Walkers were breaking down the walls and killing anyone in sight. Ethan managed to grab his rucksack that he kept for emergencies and managed to get out with some more people through the south gate. They're currently heading east.

[User]
Walter Pierce

Reuniting with Alex came to Walter as an immediate relief, letting out a sigh as his eyes continued to study the boarded structure before him. He listened to his fellow survivor, pointing back towards the road. "Bits of the horde is moving, it looks like. Some got us back there, and Darren's gone," he told Alex when asked where the others were. "Now some kid's shooting a storm, you hear that?"

Walter knew that all of the gunshots meant trouble for their remote location. The horde that overran their former sanctuary would turn to them, attracted by the noise. When Alex told him of the boarded house being a place to stay, he bit his lower lip at the mention of a woman and a baby being its residents. "You said a baby?"

The man wondered just how those with younger children had survived the apocalyptic nightmare for this long, much less, an infant that relied so much on its parents and could put them in instant danger with one cry. "We'll see later," Walter began to turn back. "Let's go help the others."

[Assistant]
Jason groaned slightly to himself as the girl named Nikki invited him to join their group. Just what he needed a detour from his plan. But he couldn't just leave these kids out here by themselves. He will have to convince them to turn around and head for San Diego.

He moved forward and retrieved his combat knife from the dead walker's head. whiping the blood and brain matter on the dirty clothes before moving on. And speaking to Nikki, " lucky guess, if my team were out there you would have never known where, I only made contact because I wanted to. also, Technically Marines were apart of the navy.... Why must I be a Marine? Why not Army? Or national guard? "

Suddenly he heard a shot from a 50. Cal Barrett. "Jesus...." He said to himself. He wasn't expecting it. He knew the shot from anywhere as his buddy was the sniper of the team and that was his weapon of choice. He looked around to see a walker dropping far ahead and from how the walker's head snapped back he could tell the shot came from behind him. He looked back from where they came from and spotted the bif truck the redhead was driving, he would guess she was on the top as he would do the same but it was hard to see the small body on top from this angle.

"What the hell is she thinking?!" He said to himself, sure she was helping but in the long run it would only attract more walkers. He jumped onto a car and looked behind him to see if there was any walkers directly behind him before standing up, waving his arms back and forth to gain the girls attention, after a few seconds he motioned her to stop by flattening his hand and giving the 'cut it out' motion by quickly moving it in front of his neck a few times.

Hopefully she would listen, or if she did continue whe would have to double back and stop her. Looking to Nikki he said, " better find shelter quick, every walker In mile or so radius heard those shots. "

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Nikki listened to Jason and chuckled. "Yeah, most can't tell the difference. My brother was a marine. He was six years older than me and we lived close enough that we got to see him a lot." She grinned. She jumped when she heard the shot ring out. "What the..."

She saw Jason looking into the distance at the truck and the girl from earlier. "That girl must be crazy to be shooting that gun." Nikki started looking for the walkers she knew would be coming after that shot. "We have to catch up to the others and get out of sight." She watched him signal to the girl and when he was done she said, "come on." Nikki started jogging towards the others further down the road and kept her eyes open for walkers.

[Assistant]
Alex Teixeira

 Alex perked his head over as gunshots began to echo across the highway, furrowing his brow irritably. "What are they thinking? That idiot will attract the horde!" Alex hissed, turning back to Kat's house momentarily. Alex shook his head and pulled Walter back, closer to the house's fence. "They will make their way towards us, away from the gunshots. We should wait here, in case any of the Morto attack this woman, yes? Is easier," He insisted, tugging at Walter's shirt even harder. There really was no reason to waste energy or risk running into a group of walkers meeting up with Ethan if they were already on their way here.

 Sure enough, Ethan and the rest of the group were already in view within the minute. Alex waved quietly, gesturing towards the house near him and Walter, still holding his gun harmlessly. "Who the hell is firing something that loud? Is going to start a riot!" He asked, leading the group towards Kat's house at a steady pace. "We might not even be able to hide if that horde is feeling, how you say- too adventurous?"

[User]
The second-last can of beef and vegetable soup was tossed into whatever currently remained in the sewer system, the plastic spoon sailing in after it, joining it in its sad fate. Elbow resting on her knee, Rowena stared at the can before reaching around and scratching her dog behind the ear. Themistocles hadn't seemed interested in the can nor the plastic spoon but just whined, painfully bored. It was understandable. They'd been living here in the sewers for quite some time, scavenging the above ground area for whatever they needed to survive then slipping back down. The stench and filth stopped bothering her after the first few weeks, but her dog deserved some clean air, or so she personally thought anyway. Plus, if she ate another cold can of soup she just might lose her mind. Whatever was left of it.

"Into the woods with a pack and a blade. A cigar box medkit, retractable spade. Flint and steel. Pine needle bed. There ain't nothing like the woods. To clear your head," Rowena sang, watching the Malamute walk a few paces in front of her, sniffing at whatever was left of the outside world. They'd already gotten everything they needed from this area, so it was time to move on and look further along the road. Rowena played with the broken pipe she'd brought with her, swinging it to the tune as she sang quietly. She had the luxury of taking her time, walking in the center of the highway with a watchful eye on Themistocles. There weren't any walkers as of yet so she thought she'd take advantage of this, heading out further than usual in hopes of finding something or someone new.

It was after about forty-five minutes of walking that Rowena came about the first signs of intelligent life. About six silhouettes, from what she could tell. With a click of her tongue and a pat to her thigh, Themistocles was back at her side, leather collar pressed to her hip. She hadn't seen people in almost an entire year and was more than cautious. If they had guns and decided they didn't like her, she'd be royally screwed. However, she wasn't keen on being alone in this place for another year or for however long she had left to live. So she gathered her courage, keeping her dog close and her weapon closer, and slowly made her way toward the group.

[Assistant]
Coming to the road leading to the costal highway Camyllia came to a stop spotting about five walkers blocking her way. She swallows and looks around no walkers anywhere else she turns her attention to the five walkers that were stumbling around. An old lady that she could probably take out but then there are two big guys that look like they just turned that can kill her by just laying on her then two teen girls. Camyllia looked back and forth at all of the walkers. Loud groans could be heard she looks behind her and there were ten more walkers she closes her eyes sends a silent prayer before opening them and charging at a openin between the two teens. Getting past them was easy Camyllia fist pumps the air.

 I was worried for nothing! I got this Camyllia says to herself. She rode on without much trouble before finally getting to the clogged up a part of the highway.

"COME ON!" She exclaimed getting off her bike and throwing it down. She looked for a way around the cars. No other way if you're not walking,"GOSH DARN IT FER GODS FREAKIN' SAKES!! GIVE ME A FREAKIN' BREAK!" Camyllia yells kicking one of the cars. She knew she shouldn't be yelling but she can't help but be peeved. Camyllia grabbed her bat and started smashing the closest car to her not really caring about the walkers that could hear her. Each swing for each person that died because of the horde, for her missing parents,for her uncle and for the sake of her own anger. After about 3 minutes of her tantrum, Camyllia sat on the ground tears going down her face she was dry heaving and shaking. The cars windows are all broken, the hoods had some dents on them bearly noticeable though the deepest one though was the one on the back hood, the paint job was scratched bad and Camyllia didn't feel any better. She hears a groan and turns her head a marine that had turned she sighs not wanting to fight. Camyllia stands up and moves away from the cars letting the walker follow her she brings her hand to the side pocket of her string jacket a brings out her knife dropping her softball bat.

"Thanks fer tryin'," She says letting the monster get closer her heart started pumping really fast and she felt something running through her veins the kind of thing that happens when you are on a roller coaster ," but ya gotta die," She stops side stepping sticking her leg out for the walker to fall over. Quickly, she gets on his back and stabbed the man before struggling to pull it out of his head. Camyllia sighs giving up. She saw something shine by the mans bloody head. It's a dog tag of course, but does Camyllia want to know the name of the man she just killed? Yeah. Just so that if she meets his family or a friend of his she can give it to them. Camyllia would want that if her uncle was serving and didn't come home. Breaking the chain she reads it.

"Sargent Mark "Red" Ford," Camyllia said standing up and looking down at the walker soldier before saluting him,"Rest in peace sir," She says before putting the dog tag away. She grips her knife and pulled again it was another minute before she finally pulled the thing out falling back on her butt. Camyllia sighed and stood up wobbling before finally getting her balance. She turns on her heel grabbing her softball bat makes her way to the cars and hopped over the hood where there was a sea of remaining cars.

 Dang

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The group kept on moving down the road at a slower pace now, waiting for Nikki to catch up. Ethan was still keeping an eye out for Alex and Walter, he couldn't hear them, but they slowly started coming into view. They must have found someone to stay for the night. He didn't want to stay for any longer though, he wanted to try and put as much distance between the group and the horde that attacked Dana Point. Alex had started to wave to them to get their attention, they were both stood out of a house. Everyone was completely drained physically and mentally and needed some rest, these next few days were going to be hard.

They were only a few yards away from Walter and asked now. It was good to see that nothing had gone wrong up ahead with them both. "Are you both okay?" Ethan asked curiously and then asked straight after, "Have you found anywhere then?"


[System]
*Sexual Abuse Trigger Warning*
Age: 14

Gender: Female

Appearance:

"I am unbreakable, I am unyielding, I am impenetrable."

Personality: Eponine comes off as robotic to most. She values order above all else and believes that to achieve order, the ends justify the means. Her form of altruism is the cold, calculated utilitarianism that the incubators also happen to follow, that the good of the few can be easily sacrificed for the good of the many. She is for the most part, obedient and unquestioning of her orders and tries to the best of her ability to fulfill her missions to the letter. She cannot tolerate insubordination or rebellion, unless it promises an even better organization, an even tighter grip on chaos and human free will. She has a strong desire to protect her sister Fantine, her allies, and the majority of her vassals, though she will sacrifice a few of them if it meant protecting most of them. Eponine has a soft spot for Fantine. Eponine worries that soon, she will lose her ability to love her sister due to the negative side effects of her wish.

Bio: Eponine was born in a slum of North Africans in the outskirts of Aurora. She lived with her father, mother, and two younger siblings: fraternal twins, a boy and a girl. Due to their destitute living conditions, the community became disgruntled with the ruling magical girls. Eponine grew up hating magical girls for not protecting and providing for her town. When a group of militants came to 'liberate' them from magical girls, the militants were welcomed with open arms. However, their talk of 'revolution', 'liberation', and 'equality' was empty; they were little more than bandits expanding their territory and winning support by throwing around high-minded ideals. Life under this militant group was worse than the neglect they faced when under magical girl rule. When the North African community decided that they had had enough, they revolted and failed miserably. The militants suppressed the revolt swiftly and Eponine saw both her father and mother brutally physically and sexually assaulted by the militants. Then she became their next victim. At this point she was already broken, and she simply let it happen, but when she saw others reach for her sister and brother, she snapped, and an incubator appeared before her. When she became a magical girl for the first time, it was a night of blood as Eponine cleansed the slum of the militants. In the aftermath, her brother had died from injuries he had sustained while he was being raped, while her sister, Fantine, survived. Seeing Eponine as their saviour from oppression, the community changed their minds about magical girls. Eponine sought out the magical girl that governed over her region, Maria Goethe, and swore fealty to her, aligning herself and her community to Aurora. Now she rules over and protects the slum, which has become her fief, her territory which is part of Maria's larger domain. She keeps Fantine safe in Maria's HQ.

Allegiance: Aurora City Authority, Maria Goethe

Skills: Very few, maybe a proficiency with polearms having swung her warhammer around enough times. She has the tactics of a juggernaut.

Weapons: None

Other: Eponine's diet has gotten increasingly spicy as her sense of taste has deteriorated to the point that she can barely taste anything anymore. She also sometimes bites her own tongue and inside of her cheek when she is speaking quickly, so she often bleeds from the mouth. She calls her force-field the Zone of Absolute Terror.

Theme Song: Croatian Rhapsody - Maksim Mrvica

Magical Girl Appearance:

Eponine keeps her eye, hair, and skin color of course. Also, no bonnet and no katana.

Wish: "I never want to be hurt again." Her wish not only granted her an impenetrable force field ability, but has significantly reduced her ability to feel pain. Because she will feel pain if those close to her are harmed, her ability includes the bonus of being able to protect others. However, she can feel her sense of touch overall deteriorating, including her sense of taste. It has also slowly affected her ability to feel emotions, as emotions are ultimately the true source of pain. This last bit worries her, since loving Fantine is the one thing she has left.

Weapons: Eponine summons and wields a warhammer. She can summon more as necessary and as part of a way to extend her magic.

Powers: Force Field - Eponine's force field is a thin, impenetrable layer covering her body when activated. It can be extended to her warhammer, making the weapon indestructible. She can also extend it to allies if she touches them. Keeping it on drains her magic so she lets it down when she feels she is safe. It can be further activated with 'Rejection', which sends all things touching it to go shooting off in the opposite direction. She cannot use 'Rejection' to propel herself. She can summon multiple hammers and stand them with the head on the ground and the shaft pointing up. She needs a minimum of three set out in a ring to activate a larger force field, a hemisphere of protection projected from the shafts of the hammers.

[User]
Chloe had to think for a moment on her own intentions. "Straight into the hornet's nest, huh..." She wasn't totally set on fighting with this unknown magi, though it seemed that her prospective opponent wanted a fight, or was looking for an excuse. Maybe Chloe was just projecting. In the end, she fell back on the logic that had kept her from death or corruption: What would be the most entertaining option?

"Ah, so you saw that little bit of work, did you? You guys really do have eyes and ears everywhere... Well, it was made to be found, so I'm happy it could serve its purpose. Glad you liked it. Yeah, I made that 'effigy' as you call it. And... yeah, I'm on my own. Too much responsibility otherwise, y'know? Too much stress. Surely you know what I mean." Chloe was beating around the bush, trying to get a rise out of Eponine, who, while it seemed as though she should be smoldering, seemed to have something of a stone visage. This was entertaining for the carefree girl, though it was possible she was pushing her luck just a little too far in front of this stranger she had never met.

"Right... Anyway, you say your owner wants to talk to me? How unusual. I suppose it wouldn't do for you to go against orders, huh? Yeah, I'll come with. Lead on, though forgive me if I stay transformed. I don't really have any reason to trust you or any number of armed goons you might have waiting in the bleachers. Name's Chloe, by the way. Chloe Hartmann. Don't bother with a background check. I bet you won't find that name in any databases these days. The poor and the downtrodden are so often overlooked by those in power."

[Assistant]
Violetta took the low streets, jogging through underpasses and skipping part public parks. The early morning dark before dawn was sufficient to hide her, she didn't need to be picked out by Shadow Compact searcher lights. The fact thqt Shadow Compact searcher lights weren't actually a thing never crossed her mind as she casually vaulted over a criss-cross of metal and wire that might've once been a fence and landed cleanly on the other side. She found herself in an industrial part of town, full of humans, and chose that moment to slow down, taking in deep draughts of smoke. A thought crossed her mind. She cupped her hands and breathed into them, and was rewarded with a tiny cloud of smog circling her hands. She grinned. Of course, there was no reason this wouldn't work. Humans had put so much coal and grit and smog into the air, but she'd never thought that it'd be affected by her strange superpower as well as more mundane stuff, like steel bars and the like. She set off again, the thin wisps of smoke clinging to her like an evening dress.

She stopped when her phone rang, though. It was Adrian. The girl had been found, and she'd gone quietly. All units were to report back to their stations, and carry on their respective duties. He hadn't even said sorry. Violetta sighed, taking out her frustration on a parked car. It left a dent, but didn't make her feel any better. Maybe she was just cranky because she hadn't used a seed in a while. Whatever it was, she turned around and headed back home, barely even noticing the magical girl genocidist purifying her gem on the other corner.

[User]
Kyubey nodded, shifting so he could look at the map that she brought up, at the same time that she could. For the moment he refrained from hopping onto her wheelchair, since that would most likely have posed significant health hazards. And while death was only an annoyance, it was a general waste of time that could be better spent dealing with the matter at hand.

Once she had the map in a place where he could see it, he gestured towards it with a nod. The disturbances we noticed in the cities general magical field seemed to be coming from the cities industrial sector, he informed her. That would narrow down the search area, if a little, but it also made things more complicated at the same time. Mostly because it was a location not inside her fief.

And yet that didn't seem to matter to Kyubey at the same time. That should be enough information for you to begin. Certainly any sort of magic based experiments would be difficult to hide, so Maria could probably use some of her contacts to start looking at some suspects. Unless there's something else you'd like to know?

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Alexandra sat quietly as Kolya went about describing the state of affairs that he had to inform her of. The first was not a surprise, since it was something she had heard about earlier, though she hadn't had to deal with it herself. But something like this would be her particular province, unless she chose to delegate it to one of her underlings.

"I'll look into it," she replied as she took the forms, placing them off to the side so she could read them once this meeting was over. The news from the Goethe estate was interesting but of no concern, since they seemed to have the matter in hand, and her time ass too important to waste on a single disturbance.

Of more concern was the last matter he had for her, but as Kolya spoke, Alexandra remained relaxed. A light smile graced her lips as she glanced over at Caroline, before turning her attention back to the man before her. "I don't think that will be necessary," she said once he had finished. "We don't know what their intentions are, and while they may be planning something, a pre emptive strike will most assuredly incite a war. As things stand now, Elysium would be honor bound to come to our aid if the UN attacked. We aren't some collapsing state they can throw to the dogs, not if they want to be taken seriously."

Managing Elysium could be a pain. But so long as she kept Aurora peaceful and strong, she could count on their support. And hopefully that would be convincing enough for Kolya

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Algorithm @Krauxis

"Got it boss," Adrian replied once Eponine had finished issuing her instructions. He relaxed a little as he walked away, leaving the two magical girls to themselves and whatever Maria had planned for the rogue. Once out of sight, he called the other search teams, calling them off. The border would resume it's old activity, a promise of the situation handled to anyone who had noticed the unusual behavior.

Now it would be for Eponine to handle, and it would be up to her and Chloe to decide whether this would end in a fight, or if they would instead travel to the Goethe estate without further issue, especially from the guards who would recognize their superior and let her and her guest through without issue.

[Assistant]
"No, that's just what I needed!" She said with a smile as bright as the sun. "Thank you Kyubey!" She leaned over to the white creature and attempted to pet it.

Figures they would hide in the industrial sector. Dora sure is sloppy for letting this slip by her, that dumb blonde. Well, it's all the more reason for me to rearrange the pecking order once I'm in charge, and she's gonna be demoted to a Squire. I don't have time to deal with it myself, but if I remember correctly, she should be having her patrol right in that section...

Maria then signed out of the computer and took out her cellphone. She flipped it open with a much more rigid gesture than you would have assumed by her happy disposition, and picked out a number. She spoke to the phone with calm authority.

"Violetta? Yes, this is Maria. I've been informed that there's been sightings of illegal magical research at the industrial sector. Conduct an investigation and apprehend the people behind this activity. Once you're done report back to me."

[User]
During the conversation, Eponine felt a bit twitchy, ready to activate her force field should Chloe make any sudden moves. It actually flickered on and off a few times, though it wasn't visible. Though Eponine understood what Chloe meant by responsibilities, she felt that being part of a system was actually more liberating; she didn't have to think for herself or make her own decisions. Eponine saw the concept of freedom as a trap, and Chloe as one who was foolish enough to fall for it.

Eponine was surprised Chloe would come so easily. "I expected you would," Eponine said, referring to Chloe's decision to stay in her magical girl state, "and I hope you won't mind if I do the same."

"Chloe Hartmann? I'll remember it," Eponine said as she pulled her hammer out of the ground and leaned it over her shoulder, as she thought about Chloe's statement about the poor. She considered her own past and how she gained power. She thought about the advantages of being among the anonymous masses, letting fate and the greater powers dictate one's life. How satisfied one would be if one simply accepted their position. And if one was not satisfied, there were methods to follow, there was service to be rendered, in order to rise in the ranks. Outside of the system, nothing was guaranteed, there were no steps to follow, and one was forced to live with one's self and one's own decisions, a thought that terrified Eponine for some reason. Eponine decided to not speak to Chloe.

Eponine headed back towards the border where her jeep waited, expecting Chloe to follow. She got on and ordered, "Take us back to Lady Maria's estate."