[System]
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Race: Wood Elf

Appearance:
Irian stands at an average 5'7 (175cm), with a reasonably yet decently well-built body. His blonde hair extends shoulder-length, to contrast with his green eyes. His attire is generally green as befitting his Wood Elf origin, but he has also incorporated purple as the other shade in his clothes.

Personality:
From the looks of it, Irian is quite a serious individual, rather straightforward, duty driven and concentrated, and is quite professional even when it comes to small talks, but if you were to try to go out of their way to strike up a conversation with him, he wouldn't mind it, but don't expect any lengthy talks. He's also a decently open person when it comes to knowledge, whether it is his fighting capabilities, his past, his roots as an Veltian elf, etc, as long as there are nothing taboo, or a person is coming to him in good honest faith, he's willing to reciprocate the feeling.

Irian is fueled by a desire to learn and understand the world around him, not out of an altruistic and abstract vision that 'Knowledge is power'. Knowledge IS power, but that power is used to survive close by to Ithillin. There is a concrete and material gain from absorbing knowledge about the world, and he's all for it. He is very observant and reads others well, and naturally he is quite good when it comes to politics and diplomacy.

Brief Backstory:
Irian was born in one of the few forest settlements by the Wood Elves lying somewhere in the Velt's eastern borders. As the middle sibling, as his parents grew older, Irian was given a lot of privilege when it comes to social standings. He was not groomed into being head of family, nor was he living in the shadows of any siblings. He was his own person, and that allowed him to pursue his career as a forest watcher as soon as he matured.

Being forest watchers, his role was to keep eyes on any unwanted visitors, whether that be Veltians or Ithilianes, or even other creatures who wandered their ways into the elve's sights. Being a distinct and integral position for an elf to be in, Irian was taught pretty much everything an elf was supposed to be taught: hunting, survival skills and archery. And he surely did prove himself to be both an accurate shot and a fast one, though it's not always both. While it was important work, the remote position of his settlement did make jobs quite simple for the first few years. However, that was about to change.

The brewing cold war between Velt and Ithillin were slowly creeping up to the elves, who were caught in between both sides. Border skirmishes became more common, and forest watchers like Irians found themselves in incredibly tenuous position of possibly starting conflicts between the elves and the kingdoms, which they stood no chance against, or between those two kingdoms with each other, which would still result in the elves getting roped in nonetheless. The tension could no longer be ignored when a particularly aggressive Ithillin patrols open fired on the forest watchers, which led to a firefight that lasted for hours between the soldiers. The superior archery and home terrain of the elves drove the Ithilianes back, but this victory would not mean much, as the elf leaders feared retaliations from the Ithilianes. Seeing that playing both sides in the conflict would lead the elves nowhere but misery and destruction, they decided to cooperate with the Veltian, who were friendlier to them to begin with. Irian, also having understood the current climate his city found themselves in, volunteered to join the Hraesleg Lions, a growing authority in the borderlands, hoping they would be willing to protect the elves if war breaks out.

Equipment:
Being a forest ranger, Irian possesses and is very familiar with his bow, in which he takes very rigorous care of to make sure his every shot still rings true. Aside from that, he is also equipped with a short sword for any melee combat situations. His relatively standard armor is received more recently due to his employment in the Hraesleg Lions, having a more all-rounded combat role rather than forest watchers.

Skills:
Irian is a highly skilled bow users, well-trained in elfen archery, with shots so accurate it could be measured with a gold coin. In need of a target disposed from afar, Irian is the right person for that task. Despite that, being more open to other forms of archery, Irian is also trained in a more high-speed, medium-ranged styled archery that seeks to loose as many arrows as possible onto the enemy. Irian is also adequately trained on anemo magic, mostly to be chanted into his equipment, increasing the power, range or piercing capabilities of his bow/arrow, or in some niche cases allowing him to bend the trajectory of his projectiles slightly, albeit it would need to be premeditated. He is also able to hold his own in melee, but don't expect any miracles from it.

[User]
Lirrah had been hoping for a little more fanfare, a heartfelt declaration of protection, or even a mention of how cute and amazing she was and what a pleasure it would be to defend her. She had no right to expect it, of course. Not from someone of Velvetica's stature (social), in particular. Still, it was something. She smiled happily, her expression conveying that Velvetica's response was as pleasing to Lirrah as she could possibly have imagined.

All Lirrah really needed was Velvetica's word to do her best to protect her. Velvetica seemed the sort to put a lot of stock in verbal contracts (you shouldn't), and it would have been as good as the ink it wasn't written in that Lirrah would come back virtually unscathed. Well, she supposed it was hard to promise such things in times like these. Still, she was not expecting to be part of the battle plan. It was almost flattering, being treated as a mercenary asset. Like she was a real knight or something.

But real knights got killed.

Her eyes drifted to Guillaume once more, who was ecstatically hobnobbing with perhaps two of the most important and dour gentlemen she had been apprised of in the whole camp. How did a man that seemingly naïve survive this long? Perhaps she would have back row seats. Anyways, if she was on good terms with the knight, and he was on good terms with Cadmon, there may be some business prospects there.

Still, the business at hand was surviving. Lirrah gave Velvetica a polite curtsey, and smiled brightly.

"Thank you, lady Hraesleg. I will look out for any dangers that may come our way, and do my utmost with my meager compat abilities. Oh, and please feel free to stop py my tent more often! You have a standing 10% off 'Saving My Life' discount on any items you desire! I can get anything you want, lady Hraesleg. Anything."

Lirrah turned to the bowman next to her, who had asked about the battle plan. She supposed she would be grouped with him soon, and Lirrah hadn't had much of a chance to interact with many Elves. They seemed to be rather reclusive here, and borderline nonexistent back home. All she knew was that they apparently lived for a very long time. Maybe some of them had a lot of savings squirreled away, though she wouldn't assume. Either way, he was pretty and had a sort of austere regality to him.

Then again, a lot of the Lions were pretty. You wouldn't think it, but Ila-Nem were they pretty. Of course, Lirrah knew she was the cutest and prettiest, but a more insecure type would probably be grinding her teeth looking at everyone.

Well, maybe she felt a little threatened.

She smiled up at the archer and gave him a wink.

"My, you look tall and strong! I'm sure I'll feel safe with a reliable gentleman like yourself," Lirrah sang, pouring on the charm like strawberry jam on a dry biscuit, "Let's protect each other out there, shall we? I look forward to working together~"

What Lirrah meant by this, of course, was that the taller and stronger combatant should take some responsibility for protecting the shorter, weaker one. The way she said it, however, made it seem almost like an equal partnership. A joint business venture in which they'd both gleefully profit, when the reality was that she'd want Irian to do most of the tough work while she languished upon her own timidity and reaped rewards.

[Assistant]
"So they aren't using the corpses in raids. If I was a betting man, I'd wager they are throwing bodies at whatever they are looking for. Dead don't get tired, far as I assume."

Urden was considering the brief so far, and the plan was quite the simple one, which left little to go wrong. Bait an ambush from the necromancer's minions, slaughter enough of them to route, and pursue them into whatever camp and holes they hid in. From there? Butcher them all, ideally with the necromancer long dead to an assassin's blade. Sounded like a good night's work to him, regardless of the damn fool nature of bringing a merchant along. It would end up selling the illusion of not being a trap, after all, who would bring a merchant along for an intended assault? Still, back with the archers was safe, plenty of time to run if things went truly sideways. Well, least as far as those short legs could manage. Reasonable enough plan, hell, if it all went smoothly he'd get his pay today without having to hack apart the too many corpses, into enough pieces they stopped fighting back. He knew he would be in the frontline crush of the fight, which suited him just fine. No hazard pay would be present, not with work like this, but it was the best place to find it all the same.

"So, any chance we'll have a rough idea where their attack will come from Boss? I figure we'll want the vanguard folks like me ready and waiting to meet the raid with extreme violence."

Odds were they would have a fair spread of the best of the best throughout the lead elements, to hold the line against the raid as it came in on the bait convoy, but Urden had a feeling there would be need for his special brand of axe work. Holding long enough for the ambush to play out proper was what would be needed. The mercenary had gotten back on his feet to look over the map and plan, speaking to the princess in a fairly cavalier manner compared to some, though he always addressed his employers as Boss, it was just the nature of things. At the moment he hadn't much else to say to the others present so far, fortunately the merchant wasn't going to need an escort. That would have been an easy job though, stand back and hack down anything lucky enough to get close to the archers and merchant. Wouldn't have gotten him anywhere quick though, all the more reason to stay at the front where he worked best. Still, that all depended on what the Princess had to say.

[User]
It's not a big surprise that he was to be the backline fighters and picking his targets from range, unless Velvetica had better ideas to put him on stealth duty like Kayliss, but he had a bit of doubt about that idea. Velt's battle plans and doctrine were a lot more symmetrical. Armies come and fight mostly in the open field of honor, locked in battles of wits and tenacity, and the superior army would emerge victorious. Woof Elves, however, tend to be a lot more 'dishonorable' if some were to judge, but it was effective nonetheless. Irian is a flexible person though; long range one-shot one-kill type of engagement was exactly his forte.

The Nem he was observing earlier made quite the charm on introduction. The elf would have been easily manipulated by the sweetness if he had more shred of vanity in him, but it was a difficult trait to live with. It was already hard enough living in nature, as much as it might seem otherwise. And his family always took the earliest chance possible to knock him down a peg every time he had any idea of personal aggrandizement.

"Well, I'm glad to hear. I'm certain you will perform in battle just as well." He said, his tone quite a bit more flattering, but he tried to keep it as grounded as possible. Knowing Nem traditions of combat, as well as Lirrah being good enough to be around in the Lions, there was a certain amount of trust placed in there.

"Can't help each other though if we don't know our names." He gave a smile and extended an arm for the Nem to shake, and if she were to accept it, it wouldn't be a traditional handshake, but Irian would grip onto her lower arm instead, expecting the same gesture. It was not just an equal partnership but more comradeship and trust involved.

"Irian Sinewell. Or just Iri. No formality needed within our ranks."


[System]
Lara Alderliesten

Character Quote: To Fight for What is Just, to do What is Right.

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Character Summary
Aliases: Sviti, Helen Falk (False Name)
Age: 21
Birthday: May 7th 1923
Death Date: November 13th, 1944
Ethnicity: Dutch
Birth Place: Was born in Giethoorn, but moved to Amsterdam when she was six and grew up there.
Godly Parent: Tyr, Keeper of Law and Justice. The God of War, Courage and Duells.
How Many Years At Hotel Valhalla: 76
Gender: Female
Languages: Old Norse, English, Dutch, French, German, and a little Yiddish.

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Appearance
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 125
Body Type: Slightly curvy but also a bit muscular underneath
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Blond
Skin Tone: Pale with freckles
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Plenty of scars on her hands, arms, and lower legs, from her life occupation.
Personal Style: Lara tends to wear the style she was comfortable with when she was alive, which was blouses and skirts and occasionally pants, but this is mostly in her down time. She'll braid her hair or pin it up in a bun or in curls, which again was what she was comfortable with when she was alive. When she is on the field of battle or training she will concede to wearing exercise pants and a tank top, as well as sports bras. (She finds them terribly comfortable compared to bras of her day.)

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Psychology
Friendly * Single Minded * Determined* Easy to Anger * Kind *Burdened

Sexuality: Demisexual but she doesn't understand that concept.
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Lara like many people can be summed up in one word: complicated. On the surface she is a very kind and sweet young woman, always willing to help out, or stand up for what she believes is right. Once you get to know her, there is the lingering sadness and regrets she has from her life, as well as the overwhelming feeling of loss. She tries to keep up the friendly appearance, but with those she doesn't get along with the most she will muster up is a polite smile.
Fatal Flaw: Overzealous sense of Justice, to the point that she feels that any wrong committed before her is a slight that she has to fix.
Habits: Fidgets with her necklaces, stares off into space when thinking, will mutter in Dutch sometimes when she's cursing, always fixes her shoes when she leaves her room.
Hobbies:
Fears:
* Rifles
* Dark Water
* Watching the World slip back to like one she knew when she was alive

Likes:
* Pulp fiction Books
* Tea
* Pastries
* Tulips
* Setting her hair
* Slow dance songs

Dislikes:
* Literal Nazi's
* White Chocolate
* Cats
* French Fries
* Acne
* The Sea

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Skills
Demigod Abilities:* Oath Binding
* Keen Sense of Law

General Skills: * Medical
* Sewing
* Reading
* How to make a hiding spot
* Code breaking/ puzzle solving
* Baking

Combat Skills:* Spear Fighting
* Shield Use
* Sword fighting
* Archery

Magic Item: * Her Spear Which can shrink to the size of a pendant
* Her Shield Which can shrink to a bracelet.

What Do They Carry On Them:
* Clothing - A Star of David necklace, always tucked under her collar. A simple ring with a small gem in it on the same necklace as the Star of David. She tends to wear simple flats, a nice blouse and a knee length skirt as her daily clothing. Her shield bracelet and her spear pendant.
* Purse/Wallet - A simple black handbag
* Wallet with $200 American money, and around 300 euros.
* Faded picture in her wallet.
* Extra dagger just in case
* Tissues
* Some make up
* Extra socks
* Some Pulp Novel she's reading

Possessions In Hotel Room:
* Extra practice spear
* Extra practice sword
* Work out clothing
* Extra shield
* A small worn book
* Old worn passports
* A hide of a wolf she took on a quest
* Extra books

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History

Biography: Lara was born in the village of Giethoorn, a small canal based village, and she lived there for the first six years of her life. However, she had been left at a hospital, abandoned by her birth mother. She was adopted by a lovely couple, the Alderliestens, who had been unable to have children, and never treated Lara as anything other than their true daughter. Shortly after her sixth birthday, her parents moved them and herself to Amsterdam, as they were looking for better work opportunities in the big city. However at this time, the world was changing and not in a good way. A huge economic depression following on the heels of The Great War was leaving parts of Europe and other parts of the world in desperation.

During the 1930's Lara attended school, trained to be a nurse, and watched as the world changed around her. An angry man rose to power in Germany, while another angry man rose to power in Italy. Thankfully, in Amsterdam she was safe, even as people came to the country to try to leave.

Then in 1939 War broke out. Her home country tried to adopt a policy of Neutrality, but Lara was outraged at how the world was treating some people. Thankfully her parents agreed with her and they decided to turn part of their house into a hiding spot. The Alderliestens quickly turned their house into a place where those that were hiding from the Nazi regeim could seek refuge. At this time, this is when Lara's life would change. A family moved into their attic/ hiding part of their house with a son just a few years older than Lara. His name was Levi, and he was a scholar that had once studied at the nearby university.

The two would talk most days for a little bit, sharing their thoughts on the war, on books they both enjoyed, and snippets of the news that she would bring to his family when she brought them their food. Little by little the two fell in love, until one day in 1943, after a few years of hiding there, Levi proposed to Lara, and promised they would get married after the war was over.

Tragedy struck at the end of 1943, and while Lara and her parents were out attending church, their house was raised and Levi and his family were captured and sent to concentration camps. That is when Lara's life changed, and she took up as part of the resistance, and started to try to find her lost love.

How Did You Get To Hotel Valhalla: Lara had finally gotten a tip that Levi had ended up at Westerbork, which was infamous for being the last stop for many people. Once they left, they were usually gassed or killed. Lara couldn't let that happen, so she as well as a small group of resistance fighters went there on November 13th to liberate as many prisoners as they could.

Armed with a gun and a sword, they managed to get a few prisoners free before they were noticed. Lara held out her gun and knew that she would probably die either way… so better to let others live. She encouraged them to flee while she started taking shots at the guards coming their way. After running out of bullets she turned to her sword and was about to take out another soldier when the fateful bullet entered her chest, ending her life.

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Additional Information

Theme Song: This is War - Thirty Seconds to Mars

Extra Information:
Aesir~~~
Sample Post
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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Runa Johansson

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Location: Hotel Valhalla - Floor 21
Skills: N/A

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 Runa blinked, not really sure how Klara could think this was going to be fun. This wasn't going to be fun at all. They were going on a mission to stop the end of the world, well more than just the world, the end of existence. If they succeeded, it would be at great cost. And if they failed... Runa winced a bit, not wanting to think about the alternatives, but they bubbled up into her mind. She had images of the world boiling as fire consumed it, strange creatures spilling blood across the land, people screaming as they begged for air, only to choke on smoke and crumble to the ground. She was white knuckling her seat as the elevator opened with a soft ding. "Err, no... I already hit her today," Runa replied to Nadia. She wasn't against hitting Elizabeth again if she tried to scare her.

 She stared at the group of strangers that had come to see her with information. She tensed up, wondering if they were about to accuse her of being a spy or something. She didn't know any of them. She only trusted Klara and Nadia, so even if these people had good information for her, she wasn't going to expand her group. If death loomed in her future, she wanted to face it with... friends. "Thank you," she told the newcomers quietly, waiting to hear what they had to say.

[Assistant]
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Location: Hotel Valhalla: Elevator
Skill:

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"Honestly, I just don't like your face. It's like when someone gives off a silent fart but it smells so bad you feel like you're going to die and all the hairs in your nose burn off." Dalisy lied. The lie came easy. "Also, you're the most square square that ever squared." That part was true. Lara was annoyingly square. "Oh and also because you're super uptight. If a stick were in your ass it'd probably be crushed to goo or something." Also true.

She turned to Beth when she said that she'd be happy to have Lara along. "Speak for yourself." She said and leaned against the wall of the elevator with her arms crossed until finally they were up with the newbie and of godcursedly course Nadia. Dalisy decided she was going to end up killing either Lara or Nadia if she went on this quest and considered just leaving right then. But she glanced at Lara and for a moment could only see her sister. Protecting the world was protecting Niah.

Dalisy sighed, "Hey, uh. So I'm the child of Heimdal and did a quick check on where Baulder is and Hel is basically amasing an army and if ya'll don't act soon she'll have the upper hand."

[User]
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Location: Hotel Valhalla: Floor 21
Skills: N/A

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 "Could just set an army of goats against Elizabeth if she just annoys me to much anyway, so no need to smack her again, there are waaaaay better ways to mess with her or just be not so kind to her then hitting her, besides that gets boring and way too predictable after a while," Klara whispered to Runa regarding the whole fact that Elizabeth was showing up and Nadia asking her if she wanted to smack her for her. There was annoying, and then there was just sort of mean to new people, and to her because of what happened with Runa, Elizabeth fell under the latter. A prank wasn't fun unless more then one person found it funny, and no one but Elizabeth had found that thing funny.

 "What sort of information?" she couldn't help but ask, sort of crossing her arms slightly and looking at the group that had shown up out of the elevator. She and Dalisy had an interesting relationship to say the least, and she gave her a slight wave as she listened to what it was that she had to say, and nodded her head slightly. "Yeah, that definitely sounds beyond bad, then again everything was already insanely bad regarding this whole thing... So, what's the first move do you think, since we kind of need a game plan of where to go."

[Assistant]
Location: Floor 21
Skills: N/A

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"Seems you were outvoted on whether I should be here or not. You're the only dissension." Lara couldn't help but be a little smug when Elizabeth said she was happy to have here there. If Lara had been thinking right, it was Elizabeth and Dalisy that were 'crashing the party' or so they said. Nadia had asked her to come to meet Runa, but it seemed that everyone had something they needed to say at that point, and Lara wasn't going to argue with the importance of Elizabeth and Dalisy's words, even if Dalisy wanted a fight with Lara. (However, that was far from unusual. Dalisy had decided to hate Lara from the first time they met, before Lara had even said hello.)

"Hello Runa, it is a pleasure to meet you. I'm Lara... and I'm mostly here to offer my services. My father is Tyr, God of Law, Order and Justice... as well as war. I'm here to offer myself as an Oathbinder if need be." Lara would never try to force herself onto a quest, but she would offer herself if Runa asked. However, Nadia had asked her to come along, and she would be there to offer her services as Oathbinder.


[System]
Race:
Trandoshan

Gender:
Female

Alignment:
Jedi

Description:
While not being a major force user, though she can use it just rarely does, she attacks her targets with words. More than anything, she could reverse con a con-artist if she really wanted to and that is no easy feat. Despite being a 'good guy' she constantly causes trouble for the Republic but not enough to get her hated. She laughs in the face of danger and plays aggressively with the cards that she is dealt. She does take a good amount of chances in combat but she does not like to risk the lives of her fleet.

Reference:

Home System:
Kashyyyk

Fleet:
2 Victory 1-Class star destroyer
2 Acclimator Assult Carrier

[User]
As Lord Phoenix was in the bridge when the fleet came out of hyperspace he saw the entire fleet begin firing on the republic. They were vastly outnumbered and weren't prepared for this massive assault. He looked over the battle through the hologram that was being projected. He ordered most of his fire power to destroy the Republic flagship. While he sent out fighter escorts with bombers to do damage to various Venators and Acclimators. He kept a large reserve in the hangar that could be called upon when needed.

As the battle raged on a small fleet of Venators came out of hyperspace and he could sense a Jedi on one of them. The Venators easily destroyed some frigates which had strayed too far from the battlefield. He payed little attention to them so long as they weren't a direct threat to the plan and the battle.

[Assistant]
Takisir sighed inwardly, his helmet currently resting on he edge of the hologram-table, one of his hands rubbing at the temples of his head. Without fail, following a string of bad luck at one of the many little gambling dens around Kuat, he had just started to turn his luck around when word of the CiS fleet approaching the Anobis system had reached him, leading to him currently being aboard his personal cruiser, the Stryke, alongside the Victory & 2 Venator Class Star Destroyers en-route to join the battle, which had already started, if the holo-table was accurate.

Scooping up his helmet and keying the com-system he gave the order to prepare for battle, the fleet emerging from hyperspace a few minutes later towards the rear of the main Republic forces. Takisir ordered his Victory & Venator class ships to fill a series of gaps in the Republic battle-line. As for their fighters & bombers, Takisir had them from up around the Stryke, peeling away from the main front of the battle, planning to hunt down stray ships while also doing his best to deter enemy fighters & bombers.

[User]
It seemed another place was under attack by the CIS and of course they were requesting for all available fleets. This was just great, right when Sorie was getting comfortable guarding the wookie homeworld. "Alright boys, get us over to the Anobis system, we have to help some sissies," Sorie ordered, earning a small wave of laughter from her men in the bridge as the fleet jumped to the systems that was besieged by the droids.

After a few minutes, they had gotten there with their two Victory 1 Class-Star Destroyer and two Acclimator class-assult ships. They held a defensive position as they aimed the turbo boasters at the enemy fleet. They would only deploy fighters and bombers as defensive measure. The fleet opened fire on the enemy fleet, planning to destroy some frigates.

[Assistant]
>Anobis System
 >Ominus Private Quarters

Tidus meditated in his private quarters onboard the Ominus as it laid silently in cloak, only metres away from the raging battle. Tidus had only brought the Ominus, two Droidekas as bodyguards and himself. His mind paced over each of the clones, one by one, seeking deep within. Battle Meditation had no affect on robotics as they were not mentally linked to the force and thus could be 'inspired'. However, Clones were still living creatures. Their minds were linked, and so Tidus could effect them. Soon, One by One, Clone troops made small, unnoticeable mistake in their performance and calculations. However these little mistakes often resulted in hellish outcomes, whether for themselves or for their fellow troopers. Soon, the troopers moral began to wither.

That was until he sensed her. A Jedi. Ripe for plucking.

Leaving his Battle Meditation Stance, and taking a moment to removed from prolonged use, the engines of the Ominus fired up and moving through the debris and other cover made his way to her command ship. Still cloaked and heading for the hanger.

[User]
Liona closed her eyes, waiting silently as three remaining destroyers did their best to return fire, but were completely outgunned by the Venators. She could sense something dark approaching, quickly. Too quick to be one of the capitol ships, but she couldn't quite figure out where it was or where it was headed, just that the general aura of the Dark Side was coming closer.

"Finish those frigates as quickly as possible and form up with the main fleet." She ordered, watching as the ships began to twist into a different formation. She turned and left the bridge, heading into the halls and lifts of the ship making her way through it. Outside, the ships let their undersides show to the frigates for only a moment, as beams shot out, connecting the Venators and Frigates for what seemed like a split second. The frigates immediately began to explode, their shields faltering as flames shot out in different directions, quelled quickly by the vacuum of space. The frigates were taken care of quickly indeed. It was a one shot deal for the battle, but Liona had ordered 'as quickly as possible'. And that was as quickly as possible... The fighters and bombers returned to the ships, forming up with them as escort as the ship began moving around the main fleet.

[Assistant]
Using the now destroyed frigates as cover, the Ominus zipped past the floating rubble and headed directly for the hanger bay of the Destroyer in which Tidus could sense the Jedi in. As he entered the Hanger, the Ominus's Stealth Cloak evaporated and anti-personnel cannons lowered themselves as began to shoot at all the ground units to ensure a safe landing.

One the Ominus had finished its decent, the entrance hatch lowered and two Droidekas rolled out, instantly activating their shields and fired at anyone that the cannons had missed. After a minuet of eerie silence, Tidus slowly stepped out onto the ramp, ensuring that he presence was well known to the Jedi.

[User]
System: Garos
Planet: Garos IV

"Exiting hyperspace in 3...2...1. Out of hyperspace. All systems nominal. Iridima and Yavin's Pride checking in. All ships accounted for." said a B1 pilot droid in his iconic robotic voice. "Contact Iridima. I want a full orbital scan." Darth Tartarus' voice was quite. It was as if he almost whispered. A few minutes went by when the report came in. "Sir. Iridima picked up one ship in orbit sir. It's a...Consular-class cruiser sir." For a moment, Tartarus did not move. If he was smiling, no-one would know. "Order bombers to engage communication arrays, engines, shields and the hyperdrive. I want that ship alive." The B1 responded with: "Roger. Roger."

Quickly the hangar bays came alive as Vulture- and Hyena-droids detached themselves from the maingride and flew into the cold void of space. Each squadron 5 Vultures escorted the heavier Hyena's. The strike was swift and savage. From the bridge, Darth Tartarus could see the well aimed explosions. Ripping arrays apart and destroying the shield generator. Soon, the damaged vessel was pulled in by the Immortalis tractor beam. "Sir. It seems like the ship was able to send out an emergency broadcast." Again, no emotion could be seen on Tartarus. But he was angry. Very angry.

Onboard, a senator was waiting. Expecting a visit from some CIS admiral or even from a sith. It was, however, not him Darth Tartarus wanted. It was the professor of Starship engineering, who was supposed to give a seminar at Corusant about improved Hyperdrive designs, whom Tartarus wanted. Kidnapping a senator was merely an added benefit to him.

[Assistant] Just ignore this}}

[User]
A distress signal was sent out to all republic ships immediately once the Sith was spotted in the hangar aboard Liona's flagship Venator. The message was an SOS alerting all Republic ships that Liona's ship had been boarded by a Sith. It had been sent without Liona's command, however, as she wouldn't have cared to send such a message.

Within the hangar, clone troppers and pilots scattered as the ship entered the hangar, getting behind the cover of the hangar bay shields on either side. Safe from the guns and the Droidekas, the clones just waited, weapons ready, though shots could not be fired from either side. The Droids could not hit the clones, but the clones could not hit the droids either, the shields blocking shots from both directions. Still, they were safe... for the time being.

A large pair of double doors hissed open not long after the ship landed, and Liona walked out fairly casually. She raised her hands and threw them to either side, sending the Droids flying into pillars, crushing components and essentially destroying them. "There is no need for such toys here. If you come seeking Jedi, you will find what you seek."

[Assistant]
Tidus smiled under his mask. This one had a spark within her. And he liked it. He took a few paces towards her with his hands out to his sides, palms open as if to offer a hug. He kept one eye on the troopers.

"Now there was no need for that. Those were very expensive." Tidus mentioned slyly. There seemed to be no ill-intent flowing from him. It was hard to guess what his real motive here was.

"Now my dear, where is your master? I seek a real Jedi." Tidus remarked. Purposely attempting to infuriate her.

[User]
Lord Phoenix continued to see the battle through the holomap and the bridge. The Droids were easily overwhelming the republic forces. "My Lord, is seems one of the republic venators have been boarded by Lord Tidus." A Neimoidian deck officer. The sith nodded "It means nothing, that reckless sith cares more about a good fight then a battle. Send out all Hyena bombers and target life support and engines. Then send a communication to the Admiral that he should begin sending boarding parties. Begin Jaming all enemy communications."

As the crew around him began giving orders,sending communications and dealing with external threats. The sith simple watched the battle no one could see if he was please or angry he just watched as fewer and fewer republic ships arrived and the one that were originally here to defend were badly damaged or destroyed.

[Assistant]
Liona stood where she was, watching the Sith from behind her mask silently. No feeling were apparent from her, emotion seeming to be something she either hid well or did not posses. "Do not act like an entitled child. If you are not satisfied with the opportunity you have been given, then go board someone else's ship." She crossed her arms, waiting for any sort of real action from the Sith. "Though I should warn you, you have about five minutes before my personal bomber destroys that ship of yours. And it looks quite a bit more expensive than some droids."

The last of the Republic forces arrived and the initial fleet was forced to pull back. The fleets pulled all of their power together, letting the new arrivals form a defensive barrier while the damaged ships moved behind them. It wasn't the best strategy, but it was just enough to let the Republic forces get back in this fight as their tactics allowed the fresh ships to finish off the damaged CiS ships on the front lines, forcing the ships who had been holding back to get into the fight or risk losing a long range engagement as the CiS had brought mostly frigates meant to get in close, while the Republic forces were set up for defense and that meant they were prepared to engage the enemy at any range.

[User]
Using the force, Tidus drew his lightsaber from his belt and into his right hand. As soon as he held his iron grip upon the hilt, the red, unstable blade was awoken. After preforming some maneuver with the blade hen then began to charge towards her.
"You'll have to do!" He yelled as he charged.

[Assistant]
System: Garos
Orbit: Garos IV

"Plot a hyperdrive course. But hold for my signal. Destination: random seperatist space." Tartarus told the B1 droid commander before he left the bridge. The journey towards the lower hangar deck where the cruiser was pulled in. A dockingring had forcefully attached itself to the ship, and now several droidekas together with several B2 battle droids. The doors opened up, and a crew exited with hands raised. Except for one. The senator. He was an elderly man, but he had fire in his eyes. "If you think the republic will bend to whatever wish you have simply because you hold me captive, you are mistaken! I will not bend to Sith rule. No. And neither will Garos. You just made the gravest mistake of your dear life, sir. The Jedi will be coming for me!" the man stood tall and firm. Until a red lightsaber was next to his neck.

"I suggest you remain silent for the rest of your very short stay onboard of my vessel, mister senator. I have little interest in you." The fire in the senator's eyes whitered. And the red light vanished again. "Now. Who of you is Professor Medina?" asked Darth Tartarus. A young lady stepped forward. "My lady. I'm afraid that, contrary to the rest of the cruiser's crew. I cannot let you go. Seize her." The professor went along with the two B2 droids towards the holding cells. But never did she take her firm gaze off Tartarus. She had the same fire as the senator. But it never whitered.

The rest of the crew was quickly pushed back into the vessel. Which was then dropped into space like a dead ship. Maybe a patrol ship of the Republic would find it. Or ships from Garos IV would come to it's aid. It mattered little.

[User]
Sorie's fleet moved in to reinforce their allies and make sure that the more damaged ships did not go down. Those ships just needed to jump out of the system before they were completely destroyed, unless they couldn't. Soon they picked up the SOS from their ally and established communications with them, "This is General Sorie, we are sending over gunships to aid you"

"Keep those turbo boasters on the enemies," Sorie reminded her fleet as they moved into a little defensive formation. This needed to be done to avoid any unneeded damage. Five LAAT/c's were deployed along with a squadron a fighters as an escort.


[System]
"I worry about dying. Not because I fear death, but because I fear my brother managing anything more than a houseplant. I stay alive to save my people, not myself."

 Standing at 5'5", he's rather short for the standard dashing image of nobility, he would argue that this is because most of his growth went to his brains instead. While simple in design, his red robes are trimmed with gold, emblazoned with a sun, surrounded by two wyverns eating each others' tails. The symbol of house Alsroht.

Age
 24

Sex
 Male

Weapon
 Anima
Asset
 Speed

Flaw
 Resistance

Personality
 His younger brother Keisser had always been described as wearing the cape of the royal asshole. If his brother wore the cape, Augustus wore the whole rest of the outfit. A deadpan snarker by nature, he didn't doubt that parts of his brother's personality were definitely the result of Augustus's influence over the years. The most frequent target of that snark, of course, being Keisser.

 As the heir-apparent to the kingdom, the people had no idea about this of course. He was trained from a young age how to address the public, and he tried to maintain as regal an image as possible when not among people who were close to him. Being in proximity to his brother, however, tended to break the facade. Or anyone else who sufficiently annoyed him, for that matter.

 He was a man who loved his country, and was filled with as much pride as was expected of a prince. It could even be said he loved his brother, although he would likely never admit that to anyone, let alone the man himself. It could be said that while his brother had the love of the army and the people, Augustus had their respect. The two, in the end, made a good team. A shame only one of them was in present company.

 Alignment
 Lawful Neutral: While he cares a great deal about his people, it is his belief that a king must be above the concepts of good and evil, and instead must strive to do what is best for his subjects. Law, however, superseded both concepts. It brings peace, and nothing benefits a nation more than that.

Biography / History
 Being the firstborn son of the royal family, Augustus was raised from birth with the expectation that he would be the heir to the kingdom. He had always been a smart child, and gotten the attention of the kingdom's mage advisers from a young age. His brother, born just a couple years after him, showed a much larger knack for the physical duties in life, and thus caught the attention of the kingdom's wyvern knights. The two developed a (not so) friendly rivalry, reflecting the long-present divide in their nation.

 Erkonne was a nation of wyvern riders, somewhat withdrawn from the rest of the world. They maintained steady trade relations with their neighbors, but mostly kept an isolationist policy, using their strong military to ward off anyone looking to take advantage of their small size and rich mines. At the upper eschelons of society there were two main forces in conflict: The military, and the mage-advisers of the king. The two battled constantly for influence over time, and indeed small civil wars had erupted under kings who were too weak to keep the factions in check. When house Alsroht came to power it put an end to the fighting: placing the military above the mages and ensuring any king who sat on the throne was also a wyvern rider. Still, to appease to mages, they added the Sun to their house sigil, representing the anima magic the kingdom's mages practiced.

 Augustus was poised to tip this balance once more upon his ascension to the throne. His father was in failing health, and already the advisers were putting pressure on him to declare the military subservient to them. However, before any of this could come to a boiling point he... vanished, and found himself at The Tower. Ripped away from his family and his kingdom.

[User] Listening to Varrus speak, Keaghan examined the engravings himself. He moved his hand over the letters in the wall, the slime of moss and mildew gleaning over his fingertips. As he moved toward one of the torches he rubbed the substance off his fingers with the side of his pants. "Yes, that makes sense for the second poem to refer to a torch". He then pointed to the fourth and continued, "This one is interesting. The thing being described defies all of the senses, but I can't think of any such thing. Whatever it is, it can't be all that great if it kills laughter". Keaghan crossed his arms and lowered his chin in contemplation, trying to work out the solution but experiencing great difficulty. "What do you all make of it?"

[Assistant]
Ulrich Halechstin

When they started moving, Ulrich scrambled towards the back of the line. He maintained quite a distance from the cold warriors who refused to give their names. Not because he found the untrustworthy but he was more or less intimidated by them. Well, he always bowed in the face of royalty and unlike the people who aren't nobles, he wasn't a knight. He didn't fit in any kingdom. Precisely why their lands from where they were from sounded familiar.

He got a good look of the riddle before falling back to the back of the group. He wasn't one for riddles. He favors books, yes, but when it comes to riddles and the sorts, he just becomes lost. He took things way too literally for his own good. Well they said that it was the torches that's the answer to the riddle. Now what would they do with it? Seems he'll be thinking a lot more before he got it so he just didn't attract any attention to himself. Being small really helped with that.

[User]
Juniper groaned when she saw the writings on the wall. She was not the one for intellectual activity, although there was still hope that her mother's cleverness passed down to her. There were three poems, and she focused on the last one. "Something that can't be heard or smelt... I think of light, but it's something you can see or feel. Is there anything unlike it?" She paced back and forth around the dungeon they were in, muttering. "Cannot be seen, cannot be heard, cannot be heard, cannot be smelt... What the heck is it?"

It seems that all others focused on the riddles as well - some speaking their thoughts out loud, like the two men whose names she didn't know, others remaining silent, like Sigrdrifa and Ulrich. Juniper stopped near the brown-haired merc and rubbed the back of her neck. "Any ideas on what this could be?"

[Assistant]
Ah yes, there was certainly magic in the air, although the details of this place didn't ring a bell. Augustus half listened to the others around him as he thought, studying the words. It wasn't their meanings he was focusing on, but rather their purpose. How did solving them connect to getting out of this place? Some of the answers were relatively easy, as for others...

"Torch. Torches."

He called quietly, waiting for some sort of response. He was sure at the very least that was the answer to the second riddle. As it became abundantly clear that nothing was going to happen, he sat on the cold stone floor, cupping his chin in his hand as he pondered. The answers alone didn't matter? Assuming it wasn't all a game designed to give them false hope, then what did it mean? Four riddles...

With a snap of his fingers he stood up, raising his voice:

"I think they're some set of instructions! See that second one there? I'm quite sure the answer has to be a torch, or torches, but simply having the answer didn't do much. There has to be a purpose to have four of them, laid out as such. I think the answers go together. Maybe it's something we have to do or at least some sort of phrase we have to arrange."

Cupping his chin in his hand once more, Augustus began pacing back and forth, muttering to himself.

"As for what that phrase or set of instructions is..."

[User]
Sigrdrífa Rylo

Sigrdrífa shrugged. Stereotypical as it was, she wasn't much good for riddles. Give her a good tactical problem or some weights and she was good, but this sort of abstract reasoning was a little beyond her. Frankly she probably wouldn't have even figured out that torches were a part of it. Sigrdrífa peered at the riddles once more trying to make any sense of it. There was no way to retrace their steps, it was very clear they had no idea how they got here and what good retracing their steps in this room would be. "The only thing I can think of that ends life but can't be sensed would be some sort of magic or poison." Sigrdrífa offered before falling silent. It seemed the others could probably figure it out through brainstorming it so she wasn't terribly worried.

[Assistant]
Varrus Volkanon

 Varrus sighed heavily as he lifted a hand to bridge of his nose, pinching it between his index finger and thumb. It was one thing to not be able to solve a riddle like this, but it was another when lives were possibly at stake- not excluding his own. It was then that his vision fell to the engraving as his hand returned to the pommel at his side.

 "Well, we know it has something to do with the torches and where we began. We should make our way back and examine the area," He stated, turning back to face the way they came as he began to trek past those about him. He continued on in silence as his vision focused forward... In his mind however, his thoughts would begin to pour over the information given to him. The speculation of the others reinforce what he originally thought about the torches, but the remainder of the riddle still evade him.

 Or should he say, partial riddle. The third partition merely said embrace, and the forth spoke of something all consuming. His first venture was death, but death has no mass... It cannot fill a hole. A hole? At this, Varrus paused a moment, looking over his shoulder back to the inscription for a moment as he paused in his steps. Something unlike the light that can fill a hole.

 At this notion, Varrus looked between those in the group around him, "Something unlike the Light that puts an end to laughter and fills holes. At first I was thinking of something with mass, but what if I'm wrong?" His gaze began to flicker to the unlit areas of the room as his brain began to formulate a plan, "I think the answer is closer than we think. Light is all encompassing, yes, but it can be seen and usually bolsters the mood of people within it. However, it's opposite can bring fear and terror to some, while swallowing all within it's reach. Not to mention the cliche wording of the third and forth phrase if I'm right, but..." Varrus paused a moment as he turned back towards the original torches, though making no movement, "What if the answer is darkness?"

[User]
"Darkness?"

The idea was bizarre - after all, there was no source of light in the dry room other than torches. As they knew, torches were related to their riddle. Torches, darkness, torches, darkness... She walked around the room, pondering. Everything still itched after her nap on the ground, but she needed to focus now, of all times.

Then something clicked. Juniper turned around abruptly and looked at the torches in Rylo's hands. No. No. This could not be their answer.

"There's only one thing that we'd get from combining torches and darkness. And hell no, I'm not putting them out."

[Assistant]
Sigrdrífa Rylo

Sigrdrífa tilted her head curiously. It made sense in that twisted sort of sense that riddles did. Juniper seemed violently opposed to the next logical conclusion but Sigrdrífa didn't think the concern was valid. "Now now, no need to overreact. I believe we have at least a mage with us no? Most mages have the ability to create fire from what little I know of magic. Therefor does it not stand to reason that we should put out the torches? If the answers to the riddles form a command than it would form something along the lines of, 'torches something embrace darkness'. If nothing happens we have lost nothing, if it is the answer than we have advanced." Having outlined her arguement in a logical manner Sigrdrífa fell silent. Personally the darkness was not such a thing to fear in her opinion altogether but that was a matter of personal preference. Sigrdrífa held her torch angled towards the wall suggestively, as though she were to grind it out against the wall, and awaited a response to her suggestion.

[User]
"Or something does happen, and we all die horrible deaths."

Augustus added dryly, it seemed pretty clear to him at this point what they were meant to do. He didn't suppose the answer was just an elaborate way to kill themselves, it didn't make much sense in the end. Furthermore, while it seemed like an absolute waste of magical ability to just make some light with it, Sigrdrífa was right in that it was possible. Simple even.

"Still, best case scenario at this point is we're trapped here a few days until we run out of water and die anyway. I, for one, would rather take a chance at not having that happen."

He walked over to the axe wielding woman and placed a hand on her shoulder. He wasn't particularly used to trying to sound reassuring, but a ruler needed at least some kind of charisma if he expected to inspire his people. It was something that had been drilled into Augustus since birth. He tried to slip into that role briefly, it wouldn't do for them to be divided on important decisions.

"You're... Juniper, right? What the lady knight speaks is true, if we need light again once the torches are out, I will see to it myself that we have some. I believe, however, that putting them out is our best option for moving forward."

He nodded to the cold warrior as he finished speaking, as if to urge him on. He didn't know if this Juniper woman was afraid of the dark, or simply in disagreement, but he hoped his words got through to her. Sure, he wasn't exactly a figure that gave off an aura of protection, like Sigrdrífa or the cold warrior, a strong imposing man. However, this Juniper woman looked strong enough to hold her own in a fight anyway. She certainly didn't look like she needed "protecting" by any measure.

In fact, if it came to a fight, it was likely Augustus who would need her in that sort of role.


[System]
Themes
Hysteria-Nano
Fine on the Outside

Status
A Phoenix Wing Member. Has Second Origin Unlocked. Emotionally unstable.
Age
19

Birthday:
July 30

Magic
Transformation Magic- Karn has the ability to transform into any living creature be it beast or human as long as he has seen it. The bigger and more powerful the transformation is, the more magic it uses.

It is a powerful magic that comes with a high risk. If the user should get too stressed out, feel a abundant amount of negative dark feelings such as doubt, low self esteem or confidence, and most of all fear while in another form. This risks losing their normal self to the one they currently are in. Acting to what the user believed the transformation would act. For example, a cat. A cat would meow and not talk, eat fish and chase mice and sleep quite a bit during the day. All the user would act like, believing he was just a cat. The user uses up all of their magic, staying transformed until the magic is out. This of course, can lead to death due to a Mage's life force connected with their magic.

Eastern Chimera Slayer Magic- Eastern Chimera Magic utilizes the power of Solarlight Fire, using the sun's light as energy. It consists of very hot fire attacks based on the sun's core to make scorching attacks. Users can eat fire to gain strength, but this is most effective during sunlight. Fire is still edible during dark, but not too effective as a energy source. Fire and light attacks are not effective against this user.

Eastern Chimera Roar: A powerful breath attack that unleashes a destructive blast of golden flames, burning and penetrating anything in its path with destructive force.

Eastern Chimera Solar Claw: Hands/paws are encased with golden flames to shape giant claws and strike at foes in a melee offense.

Eastern Chimera Golden Flame Armor: The body is encased in golden flames in order to create a sort of offensive barrier that burns those that touches it.

Eastern Chimera Healing Tongue: Using the light in order to heal physical injuries with the tongue and seal a ally's wound.

Eastern Chimera Fist: Encases the user's hand in golden flame to increase punching attack.

Eastern Chimera Bite: The user's mouth emits golden flames, creating golden flame fangs and making a powerful crunching motion to the opponent.

Eastern Chimera Tail Slam: Golden Flames shape a Eastern Chimera tail to slam against opponents. Stretching out to increase range.

Eastern Chimera Explosion: Fire erupts from the body like a bomb, causing a explosion of flame in a area of effect attack.

Regular Transformations

Karn's currently most powerful form. Being both a powerhouse and a speedy creature. With deadly claws, fangs and horns. It has a tough hide, and heals faster then average forms. Karn is able to keep this form for a week straight without battle.

A large venomous snake that is large enough and big enough to wrap itself around a human. It's poison can be deadly if not properly treated. Though the antidote is commonly known for this type of snake. It also secretes a paralyzing venom that is temporary, length depends on the person's body. Karn can last two weeks in this form.

Not necessarily a strong creature, being a regular house cat, but a few scratches still doesn't feel good! Plus it's adorable and Karn often likes being it since it does not require as much magical energy. Karn can last a month in this form or any small form.

Also not necessarily a strong creature and is more used as a resting form for the user. A sub species of the Eastern Chimera. This is one form that does not hinder the user by using up magic. Used to help heal and rest magical energy. It's pretty small, about the size of a cat with a long tail like the Eastern Chimera. It can breathe a puff of golden solar flame, fly, and climb but is otherwise pretty useless in a fight.

Pegasus's are known to be fast rideable flyers, big enough to fly with two people. They are not real fighters, having very little to defend themselves. Still they are both fleet footed on land and in the sky. Making a excellent way of travel. So Karn doesn't usually transform into it unless he needs to get somewhere. Karn can last two weeks in this form.

Magic Level
A

History
Karn grew up in a fairly small eastern town, he had loving parents and a elder brother. However, at the age of six, his mother had gotten caught in a storm during a fishing trip she took him on, inevitebly drowning to her death. He had barely survived the incident. When his father realized what happened, he became depressed and started to drink more. Karn's elder brother had to work hard in order to keep them fed. Their father was a bad alcoholic, and took out his frustrations on Karn, blaming him for his mother's death and ended up doing quite a bit of horrific things a parent can do to a child. Karn's elder brother ignored him, wanting no part in his younger brother's or was simply too busy to pay any mind to anything.

At the age of ten, Karn discovered his magical ability when he accidentally changed into a cat in order to get away from his father. When his father discovered such a ability, Karn was disowned and kicked out of the house, raving about how his magic proved he was a devil's child that only killed and destroyed. He wandered the lands for around a month before bumping into a guild wizard who happened to have transformation magic. Since his mother died, Karn hadn't smiled so big after meeting his Master, Rian. A powerful woman who treated her pupil like a son. For years he trained under her, while listening her tales on guild life and how it was like a real family. Karn craved such a livelihood, and after his master mysteriously disappeared, he continued traveling the land in order to search for her and join a guild he can call a home.

Personality
Karn is a pretty carefree fun loving girlish man. He honestly could be mistaken either gender due to his pretty looks. Although unexpectedly, he seems to rather enjoy playing either role. He's pretty playful and often a curious sort who ends up getting into a bit of trouble on his own. He revels in making friends and attempting to please others to the best of his abilities. He's a bit immature and acts just like a child, while being a bit directionally challenged, but when push comes to shove in a serious situation, he will fight for his friends to his grave. He's highly dependent, seeming to favor other words highly and gets lonely easily. He also trusts easily, which can lead into him being take advantage of. Karn also has several animal like habits. Like licking himself, sniffing things, playing with yarn balls, and other things.

Team Members
Trinity?

Three Strengths
1. His Chimera form has a tough hide, strength and speed.
2. He's friendly and kind hearted.
3. Brave(except with water) and loyal in and out of battle.

Three Weaknesses
1. He has a terrifying fear of water. Of any kind.
2. Tends not to be much of a thinker and often thinks of others before himself.
3. His Father.

Greatest Love
Watermelon and cute fluffy animals.

Motivation
Friendship

Stands around 5'0 and his build seems fairly lean and small though he has a pretty toned body due to his years of training. Though he's usually still mistaken as girlish sometimes. His Guildmark is a teal color and on the left side of his neck. Wears usually raggedy clothes of a holed up black jacket, grey shirt, and black pants.

Additional Details

- He doesn't enjoy transforming into bugs. Finding the experience weird and freaky.

- Be it oceans, rivers, lakes, rain, or a glass of water... Karn will freak out.

- He seems to enjoy dancing, singing and cross dressing.

- He dreams of seeing a dragon so he can transform into one.

- He's a pretty good tracker, and utilizes his animal form's senses well.

- He can actually cook pretty well.

[User]
Edolas

"Earth Land...?" Edo-Trinity blinked at the woman before turning to Edo-Karn. "Isn't that... redundant?" The dancer pondered it for a moment before deciding it didn't really matter. Edo-Sasha showed up just about then, and she turned her attention to greet her... and ogle her a little bit, in that dress. "Heeey sexy." She grinned and waved before turning back to her snuggles.

"My ass. Hehehe." She smirked and gave Edo-Karn a slap and light squeeze. But, ahg, back to this... lady.

"... So, what have you been waiting for, anyway? Crazy alien lady."

[Assistant]
Beatrix crossed her arms, clearly flustered. "I swear I will break all three of you..." she grumbled, making a light hop and landing on the ground in front of them. "I can hear you all perfectly clearly, ya know." It took her a moment, but she soon picked up what they were talking about. "Edolas..." Beatrix brought her palm to her face, scowling and shaking her head.

"They sent me to another world." She brought her hands back to her side and took a deep breath, serving as a method of calming herself down. "Bastards." Trinity spoke up, asking her what it was she was waiting years for. Beatrix walked closer to the woman, getting uncomfortably close to her face. "I was waiting to kill the bastard who murdered my father, my friends, and my life." Her tone was threatening, but unlike her earlier threats there seemed to be a more deadly sound to her voice.

With that, she leaned back and gave Trinity her personal space again. "So now I know what's going on," she began. "First off." Now Beatrix pointed at the Sasha before her. "The you I met in Earthland was a total bitch." The final insult was out of her system and she brought her hand to her hip. "Secondly, it seems that I'm trapped in your world and can't even use my magic. I need to find a way back to Earthland... Somehow..."

[User]
Edo-Sasha, Locaton: Edolas

Edo-Sasha smiled at Edo-Trinity, amused, as she always was, by her behavior. She watched as the Earthland lady appeared to have a little break down, and as she got close to her, and said something about the Sasha she had already met being a bitch, Edo-Sasha just smiled, and said "a total bitch? That's good then. I'd expect nothing less from my other self, and if she disliked you, then she must have had a good reason for it. Pity. Seems like I dislike you too, Weirdo."

She smiled, and chuckled, turning away, clearly dismissing Beatrix. "I ran into Jarvis on my way back, and he was saying that the Master needs us back in the hall. Something about something, or something a rather, or what not. Something serious" She said conversationally to Edo-Trintiy and Edo-Karn.

The young woman knew that she had a good body, and clearly, this Sasha wasn't afraid of flaunting it, standing easily, and with a confidence that Earthland Sasha didn't have. Certainly she was more confident, and she seemed happy, relaxed, and just...sure of herself.

[Assistant]
Karn
Fiore || Kabo || Outside the Council Building
Interacting: Penny, Jamie
"They were terrifying, way more than what we faced in the Council." Karn joked with a grin as Penny explained what happened moments before.

Thinking a little, Karn pondered if now was a alright time to ask Jamie questions. It didn't seem much was happening on their side of things and the curiousity of the crowd had died a little. Might as well, considering there was little else to do other than the guard duty.

"GM, do you know anyone named Rian Darkwalker? She was the last member of Chimera Flame." Karn asked, his smile disappearing at the serious question.

Edolas

At Edo-Trinity's antics, Edo-Karn grumbled and lightly smacked her handike scolding a child taking something out of the cookie jar. "You behave you bloody flirtatious woman. Or I'll punch you." they said as if scolding their teammate but gave a somewhat amused grin.

Edo-Karn mostly ignored the strange woman's rants and complaints as they thought deeply on the subject. Earthland, it wasn't a common name to talk about really. As Bestrix got close to Trinity, the small blonde stepped in front, staring up at her with calm emerald eyes.

"That's too bad then. Cause whoever that is probably isn't here. Except maybe another version here." Edo-Karn replied in the same nonchalant manner, but still stood there with arms crossed.

They weren't worried over Edo-Sasha, but Edo-Trinity, flirtatious and so out there as she was, wasn't quite the brawler in comparison. At the mention of another Sadha and Edo-Sasha's response, Edo-Karn let out a laugh.

"I'd like to see whose the bigger bitch outta you two. Just imagine, Ice Queen vs Ice Queen. I'd pay money to see that." Edo-Karn grinned before sighing as Edo-Sasha explained about Edo-Jarvis.

With a sigh, Edo-Karn ran a hand through their blonde hair. "Alright, though I would of liked to stay and investigate this. If this crazy lady is actually telling the truth, there are probably more of them. And if they really are from Earthland... Then there is going to be a lot of trouble." They said before the short guild member looked to Beatrix.

"Listen, if your words are actually fact, it will be better if you come with us. Wandering around here, even as a good fighter, without knowledge of this world won't go well. Especially with the capital. Or any others who might find out you actually made it here. But if you don't want to, fine, feel free to wander." Edo-Karn explained and suggested to the stranger before hopping on top of the Legion, who let out a pleasant pleased sound as it was petted by the blonde.

"Come on, we better go before GM has our asses for being late." Edo-Karn said to their teammates.


[System]
Belladonna

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Character Summary
Aliases: Bella, Donna, BB
Age: 22
Birthday: December 20, 1995
Birth Place: Unknown
Gender: Female
Powers/Special Skill Set: Weapon Infusion (With Elements), Combat Prowess, and Espionage
Editorial Nickname: The Badass
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
How long have they been with X-Factor?: Two Years

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Appearance
Height: 5'9''
Weight: 120 lbs
Build: Slender Athletic
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Platinum Blonde
Skin Tone: Ivory
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Scar along right hip, scar along upper back, tattoo of the Yin and Yang symbol behind right ear, ear piercings on both ears
Personal Style: Bella dresses as the situation demands it, but she does get some enjoyment out of wearing things considered girly and cutesy as she fights because it gives her an advantage. She does not wear anything particular when not in a mission, preferring comfort when not in the field. She has been seen in sweatpants and a t-shirt or a stylized dress on any given day.

Her color scheme ranges based on the day also, though she usually opts for darker colors. Her hair is usually tied in twin tails or let down to her lower back. She wears make-up as she sees fit, mainly on a mission when she needs to look a certain way. She will look presentable when it benefits her or whatever task she is on.

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Psychology
Disciplined * Crafty * Impressive * Secretive * Stoic * Restrained

Sexuality: Bisexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Bella doesn't show emotion. Or it could be said she shows emotion rarely. Trained to believe emotions are a weakness, she gets the job done, no matter how dirty the deed. She is disciplined and direct, though she does have a sarcastic side to her she lets out, particularly when she is annoyed.

She stands out amongst others for her dedication to the work she is in. She knows she is impressive and valuable to any who have her on their side, but she does not care one way or the other about whatever side she is on. She does the work and she gets paid. Even in the midst of torture, she can endure without shedding a tear or uttering a scream. To some, that is a valuable skill in a spy. To others, it's concerning that there may be darker things underneath that pretty exterior. She will never tell.
Habits:* Sarcasm
* Listens to music when training

Hobbies:* Watching Trashy TV
* Sparring

Fears:
* Being Buried Alive
* Cannibals
* The Bottom of the Ocean

Likes:
* Techno Music
* Dueling
* Exploring
* Detective Novels
* Proving People Wrong
* Podcasts

Dislikes:
* Assholes
* Cat Calling
* Being Spied On
* Birds
* Lines
* Fake People

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Cards On The Table
General World Skills:
* Tracking
* Espionage
* Parkour
* Lockpicking
* Poison Knowledge
* Cryptology

Combat Skills:
* Elemental Imbuement: Bella has the ability to imbue her weapons with elemental enhancements. This can be any weapon she obtains (but most notably her sword and gun)
* Sword Combat
* Firearm Combat
* Hand-to-Hand Combat
* Morning Star Combat

Medical Issues/Injuries
* None

Possessions:
* Clothing - Black Top, Checkered Mini Skirt, Black Boots
* Katana
* Handgun
* Morning Star
* Two Clips Extra Ammo
* Lockpick
* Poison Vial
* Extra Hair Ties (around wrist)
* Cell Phone

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History
Why did you join X-Factor?: It wasn't so much that Bella joined X-Factor, it was more that she was obtained. Having fought for her own freedom, she opted to use her skills and training to aid the highest bidder, which had its own danger. X-Factor allowed her to continue to fight, earn her keep, and be protected in a way. The only thing they do not have is her loyalty as she is only loyal to herself, but she will keep the team safe.

General History: Bella didn't know the joys of childhood. She never knew who her real father and mother were. All she knew was a man named Master Shien and he was cruel and demanding. With iron fist, she along with a select few other children were hardened, trained to fight, sneak, and kill. She didn't learn about the world like other children, she only saw it through blood.

However, the children still hoped for escape. The master could never break their resolve, even if he broke their bones. So they hatched a plan to escape and leave and go out into the world. It all came crashing down as Master Shien killed and slaughtered them one by one, leaving Bella along with two others. Bella took her sword in hand and challenged the master. They fought hard, each dealing blows to the other, but Bella came out on top, decapitating her "father" and leaving.

Since then, Bella had to gradually learn how the world worked. She was smart and capable though (plus the internet) and she knew her place. She began to sell her skills as a professional hitman or spy for various factions around the U.S. She was sought after due to her unflinching nature and her results.

Bella no longer cared though. She was in it for herself and knew no one else could be trusted unless they earned it. That was when X-Factor came into the scene. Hearing about her skills they offered her a position amongst the team. Bella agreed for a limited time, mainly to see how it would play out for her. Once she was satisfied, she joined up. Could she be trusted though was the question.

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Extras
Character Quote: "If looks could kill I'd be a mass murderer. Oh wait...."
Theme Song:
Anything Else: Invisible Woman, Link

*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy. I acknowledge that I can and will be removed from the RP without warning if I break a rule or cause problems with my fellow Rpers or the GM.

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Relations

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Belladonna
"I don't do friends. And yes, that's what she said."

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⟢ 🎆Respects ⟡ 🌓Neutral ⟡ 👋Acquaintance ⟡ 🙇It's Complicated ⟣
⟢ 💛Friend ⟡ 💙Good Friends ⟡ 💜Best Friends ⟡ ❣Ex-Friends ⟡ 😈Frienemy ⟣
⟢ 💘Infatuation ⟡ 💓Loves ⟡ 💗Couple ⟡ 💕Basically Family ⟡ 💞Family ⟡ 💔Ex-Lovers ⟣
⟢ ♨Tense ⟡ 💀Dislikes ⟡ 😡Hates ⟡ 👿Enemy ⟡ 👹Absolutely Loathes ⟣

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🌓 Andrew Rossi 🌓
"Smart man can grow big or small. He doesn't bother me too much."

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🎆 Demetria Clarke 🎆
"She can freeze shit, which is pretty awesome. Other than that, she's cool."

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🙇 John Watts 🙇
"He looks at me like a daughter. I...do not know what to think about this."

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🎆 Evelyn Holder 🎆
"Assassins don't have a code, but I can respect her game provided she doesn't step on my toes."

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🎆 Alannah Ó Ceallaigh 🎆
"A warrior of the past meets a warrior of the future. This will be fun."

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♨ Barbara "Bobbi" Leigh-Anne Hobbes ♨
"She's loud and grating. Could she shut up for two minutes?"

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👋 Wasley Martin 👋
"He's um...he's cool, I guess. Stop asking me!"

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[User]
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⚡John Watts⚡ and 🏹 Arthur Twist 🏹

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Location: Smallville? -> Metropolis?
Skills: Investigation

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 Watts huffed slightly, having been expecting a little bit more gratitude from Andrew for saving his life. The suit had exploded less than a minute after Watts had phased him out of it. Would Andrew have preferred to still be trapped inside of it, doomed to die? And how was Watts supposed to have stopped it from exploding? It would have exploded whether or not the archer had thrown it at Longshot. At least now Longshot was down and tied up properly by Belladonna. "I saved your life. You're welcome," he told Andrew simply. He held off yelling at him - unlike the others, Andrew had the mind of a child.

 But when it came to Longshot's motivations, he wasn't all that surprised. Watts had seen a lot of horrible kids television shows in his time, especially since his daughter had loved watching them together when she was little. In one of them, he was fairly certain the villain's motivation was that he didn't like exercise. Tormenting kids because they had nothing better to do? It was about par for the course. Lazy writing, sure, but the target audience for this was likely still in diapers. "So he has other playground bullies to summon," Watts observed.

 "Let's get out of here then," Arthur said, his voice filled with determination as he grabbed Longshot by the scruff of his neck. Evelyn had mentioned seeing something in the trees and he dragged Longshot with him in that direction, pausing for a moment as he scanned the trees for anything that resembled a door. For a moment, he didn't see anything at all. Yet he was used to searching for things amongst the trees and he allowed his eyes to relax, letting things blur slightly, and then he saw it - an archway. It was easy to miss, blending in almost entirely.

 He dragged Longshot with him through the archway, assuming that the others would follow almost instantaneously. There was a sudden change in pressure and he glanced around at his surroundings, his eyes narrowed. They were in a large and dark city - technologically advanced from what he could tell compared to what was possible on Earth. His eyes narrowed even more. He hated technology. Watts followed on through a moment later, looking around at the alien world in utter astonishment.

[Assistant]
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Elara

Location: Mojo... world?
Skills: Vertigo Inducement

While Longshot was now unconscious and tied up thanks to Elara's team members, he said nothing about the illusion of Spiral when he regained himself. Elara frowned, but decided to keep it up just in case he noticed her. How did they know that he was the one that Spiral was talking of? What if they were bringing back the wrong person? Spiral definitely wasn't going to be happy.

There was also the problem of Longshot's communicator-watch-thing. Who had he called for? How long would it be until they arrived, and how dangerous would they be compared to Longshot? Elara winced, the shuriken still lodged in her shoulder stinging with every step she took towards the team. She had to get this thing out. Bracing herself, Elara attempted to make her own mind believe that the pain that would ensue when she removed it would not be as strong. She clenched her teeth, gingerly took hold of the blade, and pulled it from her flesh.

The illusion hadn't worked. The pain was strong. Enough to make Elara hiss through her teeth. She had half a mind to throw it right back at Longshot, but instead let it drop to the ground. Her hand then returned to press into the cut. It would stop bleeding soon so it wasn't much concern, but it still stung like a bitch.

Her mind returned to the present problem when the wound stopped throbbing, and she came in just in time to hear Evelyn discover an exit. "Oh, thank god." She muttered before glancing around. "I don't want to know what kind of person this guy hangs around." Andrew took hold of the BEEPhole and began to drag him towards where Evelyn pointed out. Elara didn't waste much time. She immediately followed him and stood back as Andrew took the lead through the hidden door and then Watts too. Taking a deep breath to summon her courage, Elara slowly stepped through the arch.

Her feet felt solid ground beneath her instead of grass. The smell of a city hit her nostrils, but the sight of it was much different than any city she'd seen before. It felt like New York City, but it looked much more technologically advanced. Enough to convince her that they were on an alien planet. Were they out of the show? Was this the world they were taken to before they'd been turned into children? She looked down at herself, and frowned when she realized she was still a young girl. When she looked back up, she realized that she was still creating the illusion of Spiral. At least if Lancelot reacted, they'd know if they'd really gotten the job done.

"Do you recognize that woman, asshat?" She asked, happy to hear herself curse again as she pointed towards the illusion of Spiral. At least cursing proved that they were out of the reality TV dimension. Now she just needed Longshot to explain himself, or regain his memory of his past life before Spiral actually returned.

[User]
Location: Unknown
Skills: N/A

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Ensuring that Longshot would remain tied up, Bella checked her knots before stepping back. The others began to talk and devise next steps. Really, this was getting tedious. She wanted back to normal, back to her own body. Whatever games were being played here, while cute at first, were now aggravating. She almost wanted to punch the man until he revealed how and why. But that would take things too far. Plus, wouldn't that only make the game more fun for the ones doing this?

"He isn't going to tell us much. We could end him. It would be quicker." Bella said it with a straight face, which was weird since it was coming out of an 11-year-old's body. "But since I have a feeling that's not the case, then I suggest we stop questioning and start moving. The sooner we leave, the sooner we get answers and get back to normal." Either way, she was done playing around with him. Take him or leave him, kill him or don't, she wanted to move.


[System]
Age: 16

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Home:
South Carolina Area

Skills:
Barter
Sneak
Guns
Lockpicking
Swimming

Background:
Patrick's parents are treasure hunters, they travel around the Carolina's at the first rumor of a store of valuable Pre-War goodies. Patrick grew up traveling from place to place learning how to get into locked storerooms, sneaking past bandits, and arguing with town merchants over the price of goods. Recently, his parents caught wind of a hidden armory in the north and set off to find it. Patrick was sick at the time and was forced to stay back in a small town down south. Patrick recovered, but after a month had gone by his parents had not returned. During that time, Achilles wandered into town. Patrick was impressed with this wanderer and demanded to be taken as his assistant. Achilles refused at first, but Patrick simply began following him in his journeys (leaving a note for his absent parents) and eventually Achilles took him under his wing. Achilles began to teach Patrick how to use a gun to defend himself on their travels and oddjobs.

Equipment:
Roving Trader Outfit- Patrick is constantly picking up pieces of scrap or interesting pre-war goods so the number of pockets is perfect for carrying all his goods.
Varmint Rifle- A common rifle with plentiful ammo.
Stimpack x2
Pork n Beans x3
Bobby Pin x10- One is Patricks favorite hidden in his sock that he calls "Lucky Joe"
Water Canteen- currently filled with purified water
Rebreather- his parents found this and gave it to him. He uses it to explore underwater sunken ships for scavengable goods
Bottlecaps x100

Other: Patrick has a harmonica in excellent condition. It was his first real treasure and he has taught himself to play. He takes care of it constantly usually absentmindedly cleaning when he has some downtime.

[User]
Achilles, still drinking at the bar, interjected gently.

"I don't know much; you said a lot of things. But I know if the turrets fail there will still be hard men ready to defend the community. As many as there are ready to knock it down, hopefully. This morning the Sheriff got a nice pile'f guns for his deputies to sling. Ammo for days too.

"Guess you aren't local, don't know me. Used to be on th'other side. Wouldn'ta switched if I didn't reckon the community way was better."

He shrugged as if it was of little consequence to him. He had chosen his side, it was this fellow's right to do the same.

[Assistant]
Albus nodded. It was true that the sheriff's men had guns and could use them.

"You're right, of course. In the short term, the town will be safe from most threats. However, I am not talking about the short term."

Albus stood up, and plumbed his memory for stories and anecdotes. One in particular shone very brightly. His teeth gleamed as he smiled at Achilles.

"Have you ever been to Arizona, friend? My father once encountered a city of lights and industry. Mesa, a land of milk and honey for many men living in the area. Mesa was virtually impregnable to raiders. Turrets, lasers, grenades-- they had it all! They had defended themselves for decades, but had grown to depend on their irreplaceable technology. The men, not needing their guns for anything but sport and hunting, didn't bother to learn how to shoot-- the turrets did that for them! The security council, armed with lasers and trained to use only the finest in weapon repair tools and medicine-- they didn't bother to learn how to make herbal remedies or improvise weapons! The small bands of raiders that plagued them earlier now didn't bother to come at all! Life for them was as simple and carefree as a babe in the cradle!"

Albus' tone became grimmer.

"Of course, where do you think those raiders went? They banded together-- grew powerful and cunning. Overwhelming defense can only be met with overwhelming force. They bombed supply caravans, burned and salted farms, instigated terror across the community wherever they could get in! The people of Mesa grew terrified, and eventually collapsed into civil war. Those few that survived were picked off and enslaved. Met with an impenetrable fortress, these raiders undermined and corrupted-- and the city's people were not hardened enough to cope."

Albus decided to leave out the parts where Caesar's Legion rolled through, enslaved the raider tribes, and assimilated the remaining survivors into the Legion. It would put somewhat of a strain on his point.

"We need to ensure that our defenses are only capable of just barely exceeding the current threat, and that all of us are prepared for the worst-case scenario. Otherwise, we'll grow soft in our cradles, and be destroyed when that cradle falls!"

[User]
Davis disappeared into the back shaking his head, off to get something. Jack sighed. "I'm tracking the BoS, I did manage to contact their D.C. headquarters and they said that they would organize an expedition down when they could. I'm sure there are some around hiding from the Enclave however." He told him then looked down. "I can take you to my vault but it's... It's empty." He turned back looking at the doorway.

Davis returned with a large crate setting it down on the table he pulled out five books. "These are books, on everything from math to how build and repair mark seven turrets. I've payed scavengers to look for years and never found this many. The vault dweller here gave half his vaults books to help us start a school, we might not be self sufficient now but once we get things going were going to be able to repair and build what we need ourselves." He smiled opening a copy of Hamlet.

Jack nodded. "My vault was built on science, we had a thousand of the leading minds at the time of the war and we made incredible progress. Our vault was also stocked with a abundance of reading materiel and old world music. Music went to Three Dog upstairs and Davis got the books in exchange I never pay for a room and board." He said nodding to Achilles. "Alright lets go back to the vault, we can-"

Jack heard a sound that haunted his dreams, the sound of verti-birds. "Oh god damn them! Davis lock up the bar tell the sheriff to get everyone inside. Shit! Okay we need to lead them away from town if not then the people here are dead." Jack thought a moment.

"Okay here's the plan we slip out the back gate and I'll rig a plasma grenade into the verti-bird send it sky high then we open fire and lure them away from town. By the time they get back the sheriff can have the turrets up and arm his deputies. Enclave will turn back if there to heavily armed will buy them about a week or two." He said walking back towards the door. "If your coming with me now's the time other wise stay here and prepare to greet your new overlords." He spat Davis hiding the crate of books and clutching his .45 with a white knuckle grip.

[Assistant]
Albus stared daggers at Jack. This moron had led the Enclave right to them!

"Looks like I was right, Vault Dweller. The town is doomed, one way or another. However, I will do my best to keep them busy while you escalate things. I'll go talk to them, and keep them distracted."

Moving quickly, Albus sprinted out the Radiation Roost and towards the town's front gate. In no time at all, he was out the front gate and in front of the set of Vertibirds that were just now touching down. This was going to be a rough day.

[User] Eight fully armored Enclave soldiers stepped off as two of the Verti-birds took off flying back towards the direction they'd come from. An officer and the pilot stepped off the remaining aircraft. The officer looked at Albus shaking his head. He cleared his voice and spoke. "My name is Lieutenant Parker and I am here to inspect your... Town and collect all weapons from the townsfolk. The Enclave will protect you now you'll have no need for guns or weapons of any sort." The officer said staring as Albus. "Now what's your name you mutated unkempt excuse for a civilian.

[Assistant]
"Do your country proud, sir. Though, for the record, institutionalisation is the keystone to civilisation! You don't seriously think you'd get anywhere in this anarchic post-nuclear dump, do you? No."

Gov. saw fit to give one of his tactless lectures once again once the bearded man started sounding all Anarchist. Gov. had scanned the Federal history records, and he knew perfectly well that Anarchists were just as bad as Communists. They wanted to tear down civilisation and indulge in a place where the brainless brutes lord over everyone else. Seemed like they'd be right at home here. He had estimated this man wasn't a real Anarchist, though. He was far too intelligent and pacifistic for that.

It was barely five minutes later, once the bearded man had disappeared, that their quarry showed up outside the building, with his ridiculous blue-and-yellow suit.

"YOU!" Gov. turned to him soon after he appeared, blabbering away like a teenager at the Knight fellow. "How dare you sass this man! He is badly-equipped, that is for certain, but from the information available to me, he fights for justice! Not like you, you society-disrupting, communal-farm-running, officer-purging, monarchy-overthrowing, vodka-drinking-"

As he was busy ranting at the cocksure fellow, the Vault dweller uttered some eldritch words. Programming codes. They pierced straight through his auditory sensors and spread throughout his neural network, shutting off his voice synthesiser in mid-sentence and sending him to self-regulation mode. He went stiff, the lights on his head turning red and his arms drooping to the floor.

"Processing..." He 'said' in a monotone voice, a long pause and some loud clicks and whirrs following.

"C-c-codes recognised."

Under normal circumstances, this would be the point where his programming would reformat itself, but it seemed that some higher programming, embedded deep within him, deeper than any scavenger had dug, intervened and blocked it from proceeding.

"...Reformat blocked. C-c-codes overruled. Level insufficient. Cover code not found. Rebooting."

This was followed by even more clicks and whirrs, and then quite a loud tumbling noise within his chassis. His condition returned to normal with a 'brrrrrrrrrreeeee'.

"...Hmm? What the hell just happened?!"

By the time he regained his senses, the man... whoever he was... had disappeared, and more worryingly, there was the sound of helicopters. There was only one group he had encountered since he was first rebooted that had access to those...

"...Wait. Impostors! Impostors detected!"

[User]
Albus shook his head.

"I can't do that, sir. There's a raider attack just on the horizon. I'd watch my back if I were you. Those raiders like to sneak into our homes and plant bombs, you know!"

"If you help us defend against these Raiders, we'll gladly give up our weapons!"

[Assistant] Samuel crouched low, walking behind Jack. Though he did not like this brat who dismissed the concerns of others out of hand, impersonated military personnel, and seemed to think he was the hottest shit this side of Tornado Alley. But it seemed the shitter was the only one who could stop the Enclave's vertibird. So the knight followed, and turned on the tesla bat just in case it came to the worst.

[User]
Achilles peaked out the window as the Vault Dweller reacted to the sounds of some sort of aircraft. He was stunned for a moment, having never seen a working flying machine. Out popped a cadre of heavily armored soldiers. This was not the sort of people that he wanted around, and he already knew that.

Achilles left the still-unfixed machine pistol on the counter top, and checked his gear as quickly as possible. He had fifteen armor piercing rounds. They were rare, he had been saving them for exactly this sort of thing. He loaded eight into his trail carbine and handed it to Patrick.

"Full magazine, don't waste it. Only fire if I start, don't get caught. If I die, surrender." This was different from his usual instructions, it was clear he took this more seriously than raiders.

As he spoke he was loading six of the piercers into his revolver. He tossed the extra one to Patrick. "I won't have time to reload. Here's some normals, but they won't do any good. Try to hit joints," he didn't honestly have much faith in the kid's marksmanship, but if he was going to be up front he wanted someone getting his back.

Finally, Achilles unbelted his normal holster and shoved his revolver into the hidden shoulder holster. He walked out to follow Albus. When shit hit the fan, he hoped to keep the bearded weirdo alive.

He walked up behind Albus, apparently an unarmed citizen.

"It's a wild land, you can't ask us to just drop our guns. 'Sides, don't that violate some kind of constituation here in America?"

[Assistant]
Patrick took the guns and bullet with silent nod. Achilles only looked like this when things were about to get very serious and very deadly. He moved back behind the bar, checking over the gun in his hands, taking these few precious moments to familiarize himself with the weapon. He stored the extra bullet in one of his front vest pockets where he could get to it easily. He moved his head back up over the bar.

"Achilles, be careful. Don't you dare go getting hurt on me." Achilles was standing in front of the argumentative civilian, attempting to protect him of course. Patrick hadn't paid too much attention to the man, he had been distracted by the strange sounds he had been hearing coming from outside the bar. He had never even seen a Vertibird from a distance let alone heard one before, so despite hearing its approach before the others seemed to have heard it, he was too confused to let out any sort of warning. He took some deep breathes to calm himself as the Enclave soldiers approached.