[System]
NOTE: ONLY THE THREE MOST FREQUENT UPDATES WILL BE SHOWN
UPDATED 4/02/2018 >>>>> Dubstepp's Inventory, Renn, Spells, and Current Quest
UPDATED 7/11/2018 >>>>> Dubstepp's Inventory (Sentry's Whistle), Reward for Loran Quest
UPDATED 7/25/2018 >>>>> New Layout of Character Sheet (Still Under Construction)

(Biography Information
Title: None
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Race: Human
Background:
 Dubstepp doesn't rely much on his past life unless questioned. Even then, he shares vague details. The thought of him returning back to real life is a far-fetched idea. He's accepted his fate inside the virtual reality. Dubstepp acknowledges that there's not going to be some rescue from police enforcement or military patrol.
 Dubstepp had finally graduated with a Bachelor Art's degree from a university. His major was Public Relations with a minor in Psychology. He did happen to find a steady job as a secretary for a therapist. At a point during his career, the psychologist did offer Dubstepp to become her own public relations representative. It was a nice boost to his career path. They pay wasn't bad either.
 Dubstepp had a steady career and he was helping out his family financially. His life was going well though he did desire more. He expected in a couple of years he could be a public speaker or maybe a therapist as well; however, this meant he would have to go to graduate school to get his doctorate. It wasn't solely his passion as he did enjoy making music. Though his parents disapproved since none of his songs went pass 100 hits.
 Dubstepp chose to invest in a virtual reality game for his own recreational activity. He figured he deserved it after his streak of success and good luck.

Class: Trainer
Subclass: None

(Stats, Skills, Spells, & Actions)

Health: 13
Mana: 19
Strength: 9
Agility: 12 +5
Intelligence: 15

Level: 9
Renn: 773 Renn
Accumlated Experience: 5809/7506
Experience for Current Level: 873/2570
Experience Needed for Next Level:  1697
XP:///////////// (Each Line is 200 points)

Skills:
Cooking Skill: 15
Music: 25
First Aid: 10
Gambling/Gaming: 11
Literature: 5
Acrobatics: 7
Throwing: 13

Spells:

All Trainer 1 Spells.

-Tame (1/Trainer) - User attempts to Tame target Monster. It automatically succeeds if Monster is lower level than User. 50% chance if Monster is the same level. Low chance if Monster is higher level. Tamed Monsters will follow user's commands. 100MP.
-Summon (1/Trainer) - User summons a tamed Monster on the spot. 50MP.
-Unsummon (1/Trainer) - User unsummons a tamed Monster. 50MP.
-Release (1/Trainer) - User releases a tamed Monster. It immediately teleports to its natural habitat and turns feral. 50MP.
-Heal Monster (1/Trainer) - User heals target Monster for a small amount. 50MP.

Increase Monster Cap 1 (3) - Consumable Spell, can only be learned once and disappears after one use. User is allowed to keep 1 additional Monster. 200MP.

Increase Monster Cap 2 (5) - Consumable Spell, can only be learned once and disappears after one use. User is allowed to keep 1 additional Monster. 400MP.

Increase Monster Summoning Cap 1 (5) - User is allowed to summon 2 Monsters simultaneously. Passive.

Command Monster 1 (5) - User makes 1 tamed monster enact an Action or Spell it possesses. 25 X Level of Monster MP.

Make Permanent Monster (5) - User makes 1 tamed monster into their permanent tamed monster. Permanent monster cannot be Released (level 1 spell) and must remain with the user until the end of the game. Permanent monster will gain the ability to gain Attribute points and learn new abilities just like a player when the user levels up. 300MP.

Restore Monster Mana (5) - User restores mana in target Monster. 100MP.

Increase Monster Cap 3 (8) - Consumable Spell, can only be learned once and disappears after one use. User is allowed to keep 1 additional Monster. 600MP.

Wind Push (1) - User makes the air push forward. 50MP.

Wind Blade (2) - User summons a razor wind to slash a target, dealing moderate damage. 100MP.

Actions: N/A

(Captured Pets & Current Party)

Pets:

Name: Totoro

Level: 5
Accummlated Experience: 900/1330
Experience for Current Level: 87/507
Experience Needed for Next Level: 420
XP:///////////// (Each Line equals 30 points)

Nickname: Mr. Totes, Totes, Totally

Description:

 No matter how close up or far away, it's obvious by first impressions alone about the identity of Totoro. He's simply a giant rabbit with superior strength. His height is around 230 centimeters which does make him appear scary to some individuals. Totoro, on the weight scale, would approximately be near 280 pounds. This does cause him to be a bit slow and sluggish.

 However, his arms and legs do have amazing reach. Don't be fooled by the softness of his fur. Nobody would want to be on the wrong side of his tree-trunk of arms.

Possible Type: Tank

Stats:
 + 16 Points (?)
Health: 7 >> 12
Mana: 1 >> 3
Strength: 3 >> 8
Agility: 3 >> 6
Intelligence: 1 >> 2

Abilities/Skills:

Hoppitidy Stomp: (100 MP) Totoro may have trouble dealing with some long-ranged characters. His method for dealing with these individuals is to pump some strength into his calves and prepare a giant leap. Whether it be a leap or a jump in the air, Totoro will send out a shockwave capable of dazing the enemies around him. It's an area effect move.

Rabbit Roar: (50 MP) Totoro does have admirable vocals. If he digs deep enough, he can commit to a ferocious roar which can scare smaller critters. This tactic can also be utilized for gaining the attention of a crowd and distracting enemies from the rest of the party.

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(Frienships with Players & NPCs)

Reylan
 A kind mannered player and one of the first players that Dubstepp met. He formed his own guild called "Legion of the Wolf" and invited Dubstepp to join. His companionship and leadership will come in handy.

Stranger (/////)
 Dubstepp requested Reylan's time at a restaurant. Small talk occurred followed by Dubstepp acceptance of joining Reylan's guild. Reylan showed happiness upon Dubstepp's signature on the guild contract; Dubstepp and Reylan are now guild members.

(Inventory: Items, Armor, Weapons, Food, etc.)

Items:
Remaining Renn: 733 Renn

Food
Pet Feed (x4)
Fresh Fruit (x2)
Chicken
Dried Biscuit
Pork
Jar of Honey (4 uses)

Armour
Cutthroat's Gloves (E) - +5 Agility
Leather Armour (E)
Cloth Armor
Sharpshooter's Hat (E) - Small increase in ranged weapon accuracy
Hat (Beanie)

Weapons
33 Darts (E)
Wooden Staff

Magic Items
Metal Totem
Totem of Haste - Stores 1 Monster. Summoned Monster gains speed buff for a short duration.
Sentry's Whistle - Can be used once a day. When blown, 1 illusory human soldier (level 5) appears and fights the user's opponent. Lasts 1 hour, illusory soldier can be destroyed and is treated as a summon. (300 Renn) (Rare)
Wooden Talisman
Health Potion
Mana Potion (x2)
Heartstring Lute - When played, increases the chance of "Tame" spell's success.
Green King's Horn - Restores all friendly Monsters' HP or MP to maximum when used. Can be used once a day.

Miscellaneous
Empty Book (20 pages)
Ink and Quill (20 use)

(Current Quests, Completed Quests)

Current Quests
Make some friends: Talk to 10 NPCs. (//////////)
(Made friends with: Samantha the Beastmaster, Gaan the Master of Air, Cheyenne (Weapon Saleswoman), Watchmaster Loran, Bartender Hans, Needlan the Herbalist.)

[User]
Reylan

Arrows:67
Renn:11

Interacting with:
@Scarescrow@mopsock17

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Despite Alisea saying not to worry about all that stuff she talked about, Reylan began to do exactly that. Luckily, or perhaps unluckily, Paralyze walked towards their table. He was glad to see the man from this morning approach them, hoping that he was inclined to sign the guild treaty. His little corner of the inn was suddenly becoming more and more crowded, not that minded all that much. "Yeah, just take a seat!" Reylan returned a smile and seemed to ignore the fact he and Alisea were just called Mr. and Mrs. despite not being anywhere close to being married.

A small chuckle left his lungs as Polak joined them "Yeah we met this morning, I guess you two know each then?" He had taken Alisea moving her seat closer to him as simply making room, not understanding her sinister intentions "Wait, what?!?" Surprise filled his voice as Alisea called him her Mister, he was quite unaware that he was such a thing. Before he knew it, she had leaned on him while taking control of his one arm. A faint amount of color found its place on his cheeks and his heart pounded "Um..would you mind releasing my arm?" He asking politely, his voice quiet as to hide his nervousness which it did not. Alisea was definitely messing with him, and it was working.

[Assistant]
Aster

Health: 1,500/1,500
Mana: 300/300

Eventually, self-frustration stopped being enough to keep Aster at the bar. She wasn't the sort to buy food just to keep herself occupied, and she was boring herself to death slumping over the bar like an alcoholic in remission. The rumbling of conversation was audible a distance away, and while people weren't usually what she sought out in times of stress, Aster decided nonetheless to see what the others were up to, if indeed the noise was coming from her friends. Huh. Friends. That was a nice thought.

As she rounded the corner of the divider between the bar and the normal inn area, Aster was startled to see Alisea and Reylan sitting... very close to each other. That was... odd. Were they...? No, of course not. That was ridiculous. She considered turning back around and heading to the bar, but a diminutive fellow had taken her seat, and she decided against it.

"Ehm. Hello, all. Is there space for me?" Hmm. Those two were quite close. Reylan had been saying something before, but she'd missed whatever it was. "Oh, uh, Reylan. Sorry to abandon you. I just got a little overwhelmed, that's all. Sorry, again. Umm, did you manage to get the guild paperwork? I'd be happy to sign if you still need signatures." She took a seat across from the two newcomers, averting her eyes from the apparent couple and the two new men.

Interacting with:
@TaroAndSelia@mopsock17@Scarescrow

[User]
Health: 800
Mana: 1200
Renn: 711 >> 688
STATs Tree:Health: 8
Mana: 12
Strength: 6
Agility: 9
Intelligence: 10

Totoro
Health: 550/700
Mana: 000/100
STATs Tree:Health: 7
Mana: 1
Strength: 3
Agility: 3
Intelligence: 1

 Dubstepp conversed with Needlan more on the flower business. The herbalist turned down the offer concerning tamed horses. He responded by saying he usually had someone to retrieve the supply, but the person called in sick. Dubstepp understood and felt a bit awkward after his proposal was shot down. He then waived it off, attempting to strike another offer.

 He told the herbalist if he could sponsor his business in the possible future. This resonated a positive reaction from Needlan; he agreed and felt that it would certainly improve his flower shop. Dubstepp put out his right hand and shook the guy's hand thus promising to come back with more Renn.

 Walking back to the Inn, Dubstepp examined his inventory. He groaned at the sight of his Renn; it certainly was higher than a few days ago, but it wasn't something to be proud of. "Looks like we have to grind a bit more before we get serious dough, Totoro," Dubstepp told his fluffy friend. He then tapped his forehead. "Dough and Totoro rhyme. Got to keep a mental note of that," he said.

 The duo walked inside and sat in a booth. Totoro took the entire side of one seat. Dubstepp checked the menu and decided to spend a little extra on food tonight. Once the waitress came around, Dubstepp ordered two pot pies for himself and the rabbit. Additionally, he wanted a water and a mug of ale.

Interacting with:
No One.

-3 Ale
-10 Pot Pie
-10 Pot Pie


[System]
Age: 28
Class: Imperial Guardsman
Psyker Powers: none
Equipment (Guns,armor,grenades/etc):
-M36 Kantrael Pattern Lasgun
-Autopistol
-Combat Knife
-2 Frag Grenades
-Eldar Chainsword(taken as a prize during her first mission)
Notable Deeds:
 Military Upbringing: Catherine was drafted into the military as soon as she was old enough to do so. She didn't really have much choice in the matter as both her parents were Imperial Guardsmen as well. Like that, she raised as a soldier for as long as she can remember.
 Survivor of Eskizara I: Just after she finished her basic training and was assigned to a regiment, she was send along with her squad to the backwater world of Eskizara I on a routine scouting mission. They fell under hostile fire as soon as they were on the ground. Their ship was destroyed, most of the other soldiers killed along with their commander. The survivors fled towards the old ruins on the planet. Following their retreat, the battle continued to rage for days, as Catherine along with the rest of her comrades were killed one by one. It turned out there were Eldar forces massing on the planet when they arrived. At the dawn of the second day on the planet, Catherine was the only survivor as the others were killed. Following her instincts, she took the rest of the grenades from her dead comrades, rigged the entire building she was in to explode when it's breached and fled once more. Afterwards she waged guerilla warfare with the elder for 3 more days before reinforcements from the Imperial Guard arrived when her squad didn't report in time. She took the Eldar Chaisword as a prize from one of the xeno she killed. She barely survived her wounds from that event.
 The Battle of Burui V: Later in her career she participated in the clash with Dark Eldar forces. On the lasted world of Burui V, she along with her fellow guardsmen clashed with the Dark Eldar forces. After a long and bloody battle, both forces were forced to break off combat and disengage when the uncorrupted Eldar appeared. Afterwards luckily a three way battle didn't occur for the Eldar had only appeared to fight their corrupted brethren. With the combined efforts of the Imperial guard and the Eldar forces, the Dark Eldar were rooted out of the planet.
 Defeater of Wych: In the battle of Burui V, Catherine, engaged into a battle with a Dark Eldar Wych alone. After a long and painful struggle, showing surprising agility and skill with a sword, she defeated the enemy elite. Once again she nearly died from her wounds after that though.
Time with Inquisitor: None
Appearance:

Hight: 1.79m
40K Knowledge Question:
-Who turned Horus to Chaos? Erebus?

[User]
Zhevon listened to Caths explanations, and how that Guardsmen were at the whim of the Inquisitors. He knew that they were, but hearing it first hand had put it more into perspective. Zhevon was privileged, luckily or unluckily, compared to the common Guardsman. He was picked up by the one a Lord Inquisitor, and made into an acolyte when he was young. He grew into becoming an Inquisitor. The details about her mission only confirmed that a veteran spy was supposed to take this task, not a rookie like her.
She looked at her chest and explained that she had undergone some obligatory alterations. Alterations? Zhevon looked at her chest and tried to figure out what she meant. Did they put some sort of tech-heresy in place of her heart or lungs? Or maybe improved organs? What was she talking abo-
Zhevon stopped, it finally clicking into place, he looked away and mumbled an apology. Rubbing the back of his neck.

His com link crackled to life, with Adrianne speaking up from it. He heard rubble moving in the background, what had happened?
"Adrianne here, I made it to the kitchen! But the valkyrie hovering around the house is definitely not friendly. It's ill temper is only matched by its heavy armaments. I recommend caution." She warned.
A Valkyrie? He got up and ran to the nearby window, sticking his head out of it. Lo and behold, there was definitely a Valkyrie in a gunship configuration hovering nearby. The heavy bolter on its side door was smoking. He spotted that it had two wing mounted rocket pods and two nose mounted lascannons. There probably was another heavy bolter on the other side too. He muttered a curse, his looted laspistol wouldn't do anything to that. Then he heard the rumble of distant thunder, but there was no storm. Imperial Guard artillery. He sprinted back to Cath and covered her with his body. Then the shells hit. A split second of sharp whistles, immediately after, the heavy thuds of the shells hitting. Immediately after, the explosions. Zhevon counted eight, maybe ten impacts. Zhevon felt the impacts of rubble hitting his back and heard the sharp whipping sound of shrapnel shooting through the air, hitting walls and furniture like bullets.
A battery of up to ten Earthshaker Cannons, 132mm, firing HE rounds. It only took roughly 13 seconds from firing to impact, meaning they weren't at their maximum range. The gun crews probably wouldn't be firing at battle speeds either. Giving them maybe another half minute or so until the next salvo, then another 13 seconds until impact. If they were firing another salvo.
43 seconds.

Three seconds later, as debris was still falling from the strike, Zhevon shook off the rubble and dust from his back and looked at the window. The entire wall was gone, he ran to the edge and noticed the Valkyrie had been hit, now smoking on the ground, on fire and in pieces. A little smile appeared on his lips, his luck was looking pretty good. He ran back to Cath and checked her if any shrapnel had hit her. On the way, he saw a piece of Valyrie wing embedded into the wall above them. Lucky indeed.
He pressed his comm, "Can you teleport us to your location? The Valkyrie is down." He asked Adrianne. For once he wanted the Imperial Guard artillery crews to be a little slower than usual.

[Assistant]
Rainbow

"Tempting as the offer of bigger assets is, I think I'll have to, respectfully, ask you to go fuck yourself, which you'd probably do anyway." Lilith pulled a melta bomb off her belt, cooking the timer for a couple seconds as she unloaded a burst from one of her pistols before hurling the explosive at the Euphorian. "Let Slaanesh deepthroat this one!" She cackled, grabbing Aviza in an inhumanly strong grip and dragging the Sororitas from the blast radius.

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Rithy

A malicious glint gleamed in Lucia's purple eyes as the pandemonium ensued all around her, the valkyrie completely decimating one of the walls and Lilith hurling a melta bomb towards her.

"Awww, that's a pity... " Lucia spoke in a mocking, sultry tone as she entered her battle pose.

As she did, the cape of tendrils flowing down her back would flare out as if sparked to life, and the dark, shadowy mist exhuming from her warped power armor would increase in intensity, making the Euphorian appear more like a blur, a shadowy mist of a vaguely feminine shape as she moved about.

The only constant, clear feature of the blur of shadows and tendrils as Lucia moved about would be the unholy artifact seated in her chest, its demonic eye staring straight at them with an intensity that immediately began to cloud their minds as if a heavy migraine was building from out of nowhere.

The shadows from Lilith's gun seemed to pass through the expanded, vague shadowy figure of Lucia as if she was made of mist, although one of the rounds made an audible 'clink' as if they hit an armored plate.

As the Melta bomb from Lilith was coming closer to the blurred shadowy figure of Lucia, the Euphorian would step to the side; surprisingly agile in her light power armor. But as she did, one of the tendrils flowing from her fleshy cloak would lash out against the incoming bomb like a whip, hitting it mid air and pushing it away from her instead.

As the bomb exploded, now at a greater distance from Lucia, the sheer white flash of it was still enough to create a shockwave of heat that seemed to temporarily distort the shadows surrounding Lucia for a second, the euphorian appearing in her normal humanoid shape; before the shadows emanating from her cursed armor quickly reformed themselves and she once again became a blur of black and purple mist.

Now moving, Lucia would move like a laughing ghost towards Aviza.

As she came closer, a faint murmur could be heard from further up in the great ball room, before a set of blackened, spiked chains suddenly materialized around Avize and tightened, holding her in place!

As soon as they had closed around her, Lucia passed her by, swiping out with her demonblade!
It struck through the chains and into the side of Aviza's powered armor, cutting through it with surprising ease and let a surface gash across her side!

"Come, dance with me, sister! Let's become the main attraction of this night!" Lucia laughed out at Aviza as her shadowy figure repositioned itself, as if coming in for another strike!

[User]
"Can you teleport us to your location? The Valkyrie is down."

"Hold on, I think I'm almost at the garage!" Adrianne replied over her comms as the Psyker was rapidly making her way through the kitchen, jumping over littered pans and plates as she headed for the door to the maintenance corridor of the mansion on the opposite side of the room.

Crashing through the door, she continued running left; following her vague memories that she had of the mansion from the outside before they had entered.

And lo and behold, as she was running down the bleak and dimly lit concrete corridor, she would soon come across an open heavy iron door. Slowing down and approaching in a more stealthy and quiet manner, she would carefully peek her head around the edge of the door to gaze into the room. Within, she could hear a couple of voices, as well as see what appeared to be a large garrage, where luxurious limousines and sleek cars were parked side by side with heavily armored assault cars. There was even a chimera armored personnel carrier parked at the edge of the garage.

Inside, she could also see what appeared like two young, regal looking houseguards. They were working on one of the armored cars, appearing to be loading in some crates while the other one was in the process of changing one of the tires.

"Give me that spanner, would you?" One of the guards would say as he motioned towards the other.

"Spanner, you mean this?" The second houseguard said as he finished loading onto a metal crate into the back of the vehicle, before producing a screwdriver.

"No. That's not a spanner, you dimwit! That's a screwdriver! Look over there, by the... what the... "

"Hey guys, am I interrupting?"

The two guardsmen would immediately pause what they were doing as they turned around to see Adrianne just as she walked into the room nonchalantly. Looking surprised at first, the older one quickly gained a more grumpy look as he pointed at her.

"No guests allowed in the maintenance area! Weren't you guys supposed to be evacuating?!"

"Maybe... we're kind'a... " Adrianne said, pausing for a moment as she looked somewhat contemplative before turning back to the man and smiling.
"But I just felt like some Grand Theft Auto."

" ... "

" ... what?"

*CLONK!*

The two houseguards did not have time to even look confused at oneanother before Adrianne suddenly conjured her powers of telekinesis, grabbing both of the guards and slamming their heads together before they could even say a word! Unconscious and knocked out cold, they both slumped down onto the garage floor.

"Garage clear, I'm returning now." Adrianne replied over her comms.
"I hope you guys haven't moved from where I last saw you. I don't want any decapitations."

Adrianne spoke over her comms to Zhevon, before casting another psychic power. On the other end of the house, Zhevon and Catherine would suddenly feel themselves grabbed by an invisible force, as they; and all the material within 8ft of them in a sphere; was sucked into the warp, only to be spewed out into the garage next to Adrianne, including large chunks of walls, rubble and debris that had been caught in the teleportation!

[Assistant]
Cath only smiled as the inquisitor went ahead and started mumbling apologies for some reason. It was funny to her, what was he apologizing for? The fact she got some benefits from the whole thing? Maybe he misunderstood her and thought she didn't approve of the modification made to her figure? Still, what was with that shy looking reaction from Zhevon's side? The way he was rubbing his neck, looking to the side made him look surprisingly… innocent in a way?

 Suddenly as they received confirmation that the crazy psyker was going to get them to her, Cath's hair went on edge. She felt the disturbance in the air around them as everything was pulled through something and the garage, including pieces of the walls, floors, rubble and everything around. It was clear how noisy this stun was as the pieces of the wall started crumbling onto the floor and so on.

 Cath's eyes twitched for a moment." Are you bloody insane, you god damned psycho woman!?" She roared, her voice still partially overtaken by the noise of the crumbling walls and rubble." What's with you, how did you even think this is a good idea?! Don't you know what stealth and subtlety is!?" She said in anger. No way this went unnoticed… if they were any guards or euphorians who heard this were busy fighting elsewhere right now.

 "I don't know how in oblivion you thought that was a good idea!" She stated then painfully shaking her head, looking around the garage. Then pointed one of the vehicles." That one is one of the fasted here... Though I do hope one of you can drive, because that one is hell to control."


[System]
May you ever walk in the light of the crystal.
a.k.a. Lunaria Estacise Alexandros VII

Race:
'Elezen'
Age:
21
Class:
Bard
Place of Origin:
Alexandria
Personality:
Determined
Courageous
Gentle
Standoffish
Neurotic
Backstory:
The moment that a widowed King Aconitum Napellus XV decided to take an elezen bride named Belladonna, it was safe to say that the decision had made quite a buzz. The fact that she was affiliated with the Holy Alexander Church did soften the blow somewhat, as did his apparent desire to give young Prince Asterius a mother. The controversy flared when their union resulted in a child--there were those that believed it was nothing short of an omen. He bequeathed the name of the kingdom's founder to her, claiming that the princess' birth was a symbol of unity and peace.

Despite being second in line for the throne, Luna has lived a majority of her life away from the public eye. She was cited as having poor health and painted as a delicate girl, her appearances few and far in-between. A majority of her time was spent studying aldite for purposes unknown, although it took years for her to realize how odd her life was. Aside from having little royal responsibility, her father often pushed her towards research and generally discouraged interacting with anyone he didn't approve of. He stressed that there were too many people in the world that wanted nothing more than to use her for their own purposes.

Two months ago, Luna discovered a journal that ended up completely changing her viewpoint. She began questioning many things in her life, and after a confrontation with her father, she decided she needed to strike out on her own. Once the borders were closed, she quietly made preparations to escape the castle.

With a harp bow and an array of Songs in hand, Luna specializes in providing support from a distance. Her melodies have an assortment of effects on both friend and foe, ranging from healing and buffing to distractions and debuffing.

[User]
Ianthe
Ianthe listened while the room began to fill, and pursed her lips. She knew it was best that they get started soon—after all, the sooner they did the job, the sooner they got paid—but part of her wouldn't have mourned another hour or so to sit there with her eyes shut, legs propped up on the junker of a shield she'd brought, trying to eek out a few minutes of true rest. Gods knew she hadn't gotten any the night before.

The city was a lot of things. It smelled like industry, which was to say it smelled like the shit of an iron horse, but it was also burdensomely crowded and unrelentingly loud at every hour. She'd only just managed to find a room last night, with a hard bed and a window that wouldn't shut, which let the sounds of city nightlife flood in until sunrise. Argo didn't have a lot of things, but it did have silence, and she'd taken that for granted hard.

The Guild Hall had a homey quality to it at least. It looked handmade, sturdy. Ianthe recognized the heads of a few of the fiends she'd met at the border, and was pleased that the sights of the unfamiliar ones didn't daunt her. There was, of course, a difference between bravery and stupidity, and it was a line drawn in the ever-important sand of self-confidence and self-assessment. Did she wish she'd come to this better equipped? Sure. The shield was, as she'd noted, a hunk of junk, a poorly-cut slab of metal with leather straps and shoddily-soldered grips. The sword wasn't much better, but it was sharp and she kept it well cared-for. It would have been stupid to go into something like this, as she was, alone, and while she'd done her fair share of stupidly bold things as a youth, age and injury had tempered her well. Well enough to be thankful that there'd be a group of them going out.

Cracking an eye, she spotted a few noteworthy fellows. Big spears and frilly clothes were quick to catch the eye, but Ianthe knew the value of a humble appearance. It was easy to discount someone just because they looked like they didn't belong. Ianthe wasn't about to make that mistake.

[Assistant]
A v a d d o n

"Is there a reason no one is speaking?" The first to break the enforced silence was a rather massive man who stood before the others, hand held up to support the dainty, and likely somewhat embarrassed, maiden who had been hoisted on his shoulder since he'd entered the guildhall. A good Samaritan deed of his own design to help a fellow recruit get to the Hunter's Guild in time to make it for the trial. However, if said trial was just going to be them standing around in silence for minutes, Avaddon wasn't quite sure he was in the right place. "Not to be rude, Mr. Proctor, but you've been staring at us for the past few minutes and I'm not much for waiting around when there is work to be done."

Turning around with a smile to the other applicants, the large man beat a hand against his chest with a raised voice.

"If we are to take this test together, I will say the first thing we should do is introduce ourselves, no? My name is Avaddon, of the Red Storm tribe. I hope that we all make it through together and prove to make good allies in the test to come." His piece said Avaddon cracked his neck a bit as he turned dot look at the Proctor once more, hoping his little display would be enough to get something out of the man. If not, then Avaddon felt he might need to look elsewhere for assistance in matters of his quest. Perhaps the Hunter's guild he'd heard so much about was full of nothing but hot air. A disappointing fate if true, but not one the large Fabul man had been unprepared for.

[User]
Holy City of Alexandria | Alexandria Hunters Guild Headquarters

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"Mitra." The dragoon uttered, as friendly as she could muster.

Her eyes looked to the one face she recognized, but she decided to not say anything. If he decided to call her by her true name she was going to clock him in the balls with the fastest knee he had ever seen. Admittedly, though her disdain for them at the moment was complicated and Mitra knew she had be as amicable as possible when it came to the group of guild hopefuls around her. How much gil did she even have left? Could she afford to eat for longer than a few weeks? She had to turn her luck around and become a success. Confronting the man who knew her when she was small and bright-eyed would have to come later.

"I'm pleased to meet your acquaintance, Avaddon. I hope we'll be fast friends on this venture." She eyed the girl hoisted over his shoulders, was she a slave? She did hear in her classes at the imperial academy how the tribesmen of the Red Storm Tribe kept slaves. Perhaps she was a concubine of his? Mitra couldn't help but be curious about that fact. "Who's your… friend?"

[Assistant]
How in the world did she get herself into this situation? The Hunter's Guild was her destination, so coming across an oddity or two was to be expected. That being said, when she had nervously approached a seemingly friendly face, she had hoped for some directions and nothing more. She did not consider the possibility that not only was the man also heading to the Hunter's Guild, but he had insisted on taking her there himself. He was charming, definitely, but as kind as the offer was, she preferred to go alone. And then he continued to insist while saying something about being a gentleman--she honestly couldn't remember, she was too busy getting swept off her feet and carried over like he was her personal chariot.

Not that she didn't appreciate his kindness, but when was he planning on putting her down?!

The woman could have died of embarrassment right then and there, staying quiet as the group gathered. Once the man broke the silence and introduced himself, it seemed to break the tension in the room. Why someone of the Red Storm tribe would come all the way to Alexandria was beyond her, but she supposed everyone had their own reasons; a brief look around let her know that not everyone was a native. Perhaps they shared her goal in crossing the border.

Considering Avaddon had no problem keeping her on his shoulder, she naturally assumed that she was going to stay this way for a while. With a small sigh, she figured she should introduce herself next. "...I'm Luna..." She replied meekly, hanging her head in shame.


[System]
Appearance:

Age: 17

Year: Sixth

Classes:
Transfiguration
Potions
Charms
Defense Against the Dark Arts
Alchemy
Study of Ancient Runes
Care of Magical Creatures

House: Gryffindor

Short bio: Damian was born in America, a half-blooded boy raised in a bad neighborhood, somewhere between the borders of Texas and Arkansas. His father was a magical wizard - a former Auror, to be more specific, while his mother was a simple muggle housewife. Life growing up wasn't easy. He was often picked on at school, for no reason other than the fact that the bullies were idiots, and quickly learned to fight with his fists, feet, head, elbows, knees...practically everything. Magic didn't really interest him, but when he tried, he got his first spell done correctly, marking him as a naturally talented wizard - much to his stoicness, and his father's happiness.

However, Damian was busy with MMA and Boxing lessons - even at a young age, he was taught beginner stuff, but, at the age of ten, something happened...even he couldn't help. His father was gone on some Britian wizarding business, and an infamous gang in their neighborhood crashed the party. Long story short, unthinkable things were done to his mother while he was on the floor, half-knocked out and bleeding from fractures and broken bones...in the end, his mother was killed.

It was abrupt, insane, and brutal...but it happened. This marked the start. When his dad came, Damian was sent to Britain - as an American Exchange Student, to go to Hogwarts. Apparently, that's why his dad left. His dad became distant after that, and they never really talked much. Damian continued to take MMA and boxing lessons, and practiced magic so that, when his fists couldn't do the talking, curses could. He promised that he would never let anything like that happen to anyone close to him again.

Personality: Damian can come off as a rough, unfeeling boy, having suffered quite a bit of sad events in his life, early on. This gives him a tough outer-shell. He's independent, not easily making emotional connections, but this has also made him focused, brave, and determined - while also being protective of the friends he has. It's rather easy for him to get annoyed, but rather than throwing a hissy fit, he tends to either act violent, or put the anger into training. This makes him rather ambitious, which is why, combined with his quick-thinking and reflexes, makes him ingenious in stressful situations.

It's easy for others to get intimidated by the American, especially due to his calloused demeanor and blunt ways of getting things straight, and he will not take any crap from anyone. Despite all of his callousness, however, Damian is inwardly kind towards the 'nicer' people, and will help when he sees bad things happening to good or semi-good people. The kindness is gruff as if he's reluctant to show compassion. He can also be cheerful when either drunk, or happy about some success - successful pranks, for instance. Tends to smirk when things go his way, as well. Is rather quiet, all things considered, but absolutely has no trouble speaking up when he feels like it, although he tends to let his fists or wand do the talking when necessary. Actions speak louder than words.

Summary - Focused, determined, brave, quick-thinker, tough & calloused, ambitious. Maintains a cool, detached image. Oddly enough, he is very much like a lion...or a griffin.

Wand: Fir wood wand, Dragon Heartstring core, 12 1/2 inches.

Hobbies: Flying on his broom - Quidditch, to be more specific. He's incredibly good as a Seeker, and has been scouted by official wizarding teams ever since his third year. || Practicing the more practical magic arts, and perfecting them; Most are afraid to duel with the brusque American...his over-charged Reductos are very scary. || Exercising, something most wizards don't do. Magic is fine and all, but lifting weights and sprinting up hills tends to get the blood flowing.

Pets: A magical lion cub called 'Leo'. It has the physical appearance of a regular lion cub, but as it grows - which it does a bit faster than normal, it's size will become noticeably larger than any other muggle lions. It's hide will also be magic resistant as it grows.

Personal possessions: Other than the necessary thing, such as his necessary robes and school supplies, depending on the time of the RP, Damian has his personal riding broom, bought after quite a bit of hard work, and some funding from his parents, along with the sponsorship of a Wizarding Quidditch Team that wants to see him succeed; he has the Firebolt Supreme, hailed as the greatest racing broom in the 21st century. Hehas some less than legal items, easily disguised. For instance, the ring on his left and right hands will actually turn into brass-knuckles once a sliver of magic is siphoned into them. He also has a map, which was, once again, funded by a bunch of hard work and odd jobs; a map enchanted by some guy in France, which allows him to see the presence of anyone within a certain distance around him, along with their names.

He also has a few muggle-fied things; a motorcycle, tricked out with different runes and charms so that it could...yes, fly. [Think Sirius' motorcycle, just more modern in design.] A set of muggle clothing that he wears when not forced to wear robes, and boxing gloves, boxing tape, a weight set, and a heavy-duty punching bag that's charmed to never break or rip. He keeps the boxing equipment constantly in his shrunken trunk, unless he trains that day.

Patronus: Griffin

Relationships: Nicholas 'Nick' Gregory Hornhill - Despite their minor differences, with Damian being a bit more cold, focused, and ruthless than Nick, and Nick being a bit more wreckless, inquisitive, and persistent, they quickly became friends - with Nicholas really being one of the few people Damian talks to out of the Quidditch field. Damian's quick-thinking and ferocious presence has gotten them out of quite a few bad situations, and Nicholas is the one to make them go through the bad situations, with his love for pranks and the such - which, although he wouldn't admit it, has rubbed off on Damian as well. People have learned not to bully or otherwise mess with Nicholas due to the threat of Damian finding out - not to say that many people bothered Nick in the first place.. [Others are open!]

NPCs: His dad.

Why am I awesome?

'Cause.

[User]
Jaden

"Yeah from what I hear the teachers get scared of her too as amazing as that sounds. But I don't know her personally as I have mentioned before so I could not tell you the full story. Heck sometimes I don't even know if the rumors that go around this school have much merit some days. I mean the one time one of the prefects from one of the other houses was under the illusion that a fully grown troll was using the lavatory on the third floor during the night, to the point where she avoided the entire floor when it got even slightly dark. Naturally me and a couple other Prefects checked it out one night to lay it to rest, turns out that somehow one of the first years head moaning myrtle and thought it was a troll. Myrtle thought it was the funniest thing she ever heard... well after she got over the fact the someone thought she was a troll."

Jaden drew his attention away from Mary when he heard the screech of an owl, flying through the door his owl Tarim suddenly appeared holding a small envelope from site. Jaden found this curious, mail was usually delivered during lunch time on a normal day so why was he getting a letter this early in the day? As Tarim dropped down he dive bombed like a bird possessed right through a group of first years, they yelled in surprise as a bowl of cereal flew all over the table. Tarim always did that to the other students, Jaden shook his head as Tarim released the letter in front of him, with a screech the owl disappeared shortly after as Jaden picked up the letter, the envelope was blank on both sides, turning it over there was an wax seal keeping it closed. Jaden quickly opened the parcel as he removed the folded sheet of paper and opened it. There was but one line on the paper, but it was enough to catch Jaden's air in his throat as he slowly looked up.

Jaden swallowed a little hard as he looked around silently, no one seemed to be paying him any particular heed, his delivery only drawing a couple gazes to begin with. Folding the piece of paper back up he quickly stuck it in his inner robe pocket with his journal and stood up casually, but a little too casually if anyone cared to notice.

"If you will excuse me I have some business to tend to, I will see a little later Mary. Good luck with your classes today, see you at DADA class possibly if you can make it."

Jaden was a tad hasty as he fully removed himself from the table and walked a bit quickly out of the main hall disappearing around the side of the door out of sight.

[Assistant]
Patrick Ford
Patrick knew that he didn't have the best tendencies for waking up in the morning. It wasn't always that he stayed up late either; even if that was something that happened very regularly. He'd be reviewing Quidditch games in his head or going through every word on his parchment to make sure it was as good as it could be before he submitted it. He knew that he perhaps didn't have the natural intellectual tendencies of his house and that he probably studied like a Ravenclaw but he had to work much harder for it. He just imagined that a Ravenclaw could pick it up before someone could even swish their wand. He polished off the rest of his toast and bacon, brushing his hands down quickly on his robes before he paid her his full attention.

when Genevieve turned, he followed her gaze and nodded a little. He knew both of them of course, given that they played matches and had lessons and all that other stuff. It wasn't hard to get to know the other people who played Quidditch because there was always some various tussle over who had booked the pitch or who had pulled the best moves at a game. It was a passion and a sport that many people followed. "Isn't that what he does?" Patrick asked as he gestured toward Darius. "I've played you guys multiple times and watched all the matches and he always seems to be somewhere else. Not that he's bad at it but I'm sure he has it covered. Besides," He grinned widely and ran a hand back through his hair. "How can you be sure I won't repeat history and send the bludger your way?"

Then he paused and looked at her face. Something was a little obscure this morning but he couldn't put his finger on it and it wasn't his place to pry. He was a very nice and compassionate guy but he could be a bit behind on the whole emotion thing. Not dense but not wanting to assume. "I think I'll pass, I don't want to intrude and I know we've played you already but…it's your training session so…" He shrugged one of his broad shoulders then picked up a pancake, tore it in half and offered a chunk to her. "Besides, got to do some work. You know how it is. But, doesn't mean I don't wanna see you because I can't seem to shake you," He joked.

[User]
Undertaker

Mary Winthrop

Mary nodded a bit meekly at Jaden's request for information about Karen. He knew enough to know that Mary avoided Karen as much as possible, and Mary certainly wasn't going to antagonize Karen. She did however think his story about the troll in the bathroom was hilarious. She hadn't heard about that.

When Tarim showed up Mary offered him a bit of bread, but he was off and gone before she had gotten the bread ready. She didn't notice Jaden's discomfort at the note. "If you will excuse me I have some business to tend to, I will see a little later Mary. Good luck with your classes today, see you at DADA class possibly if you can make it."

"I'll do my best." Mary smiled and waved goodbye. She sat alone for a moment before Emma plopped down next to her.

"Oh Merlin's beard I've been looking for you." Emma spoke excitedly and fast. "I went to the library before breakfast and found this." She held up a thin black book.

"Uh, all right?" Mary looked at her confused.

"It was the only book I could find that actually talked about the rune I found last week, and get this the tiniest mention is almost an afterthought." Emma opened the book to the page. She continued babbling about the rune, until Mad returned from talking to Sylvester.

[Assistant] Damian leaned back in his seat, folding his arms and staring across the table at the girl. Leo leaped onto the dinner table, and Damian's eyebrow twitched slightly as the over-sized lion cub nailed a piece of bacon on it's claws and 'nimbly' leaped over the plate, only to fall face-first into a third year's food. "Exercise and a hot shower." He said simply, eyes narrowing as he leaned forward. Leo tried to move out of the way, but the Seeker's hands were too fast, even for most adult players. In a blur, the lion's bacon was in the ear, and Damian snapped it up with a quick jab, brutally biting into the morsel of food and glancing around, just to see a flash of Nick go towards another crowd. "That idiot." Damian grumbled, grabbing a vine of grapes from the fruit platter. Around a dozen on his calloused palm, he began flicking them towards Nick's face, each one meeting their mark with wet 'squelches' on the boy's forehead.


[System]
* Universe: Generator Rex
* Appearance:
* Personality: Rex is an overconfident, impulsive, rebellious and headstrong teenager, though, he can also be selfless and empathetic towards others. He is also rather intelligent and quick-witted, and tends to crack jokes. He is pretty expressive, especially concerning his need to blow off steam when the pressure gets too much to handle.
* Powers/Skills: Unlike other EVOs, Rex has control over his nanites. He has the ability to grow various types of machines from his body which he uses for offense, defence and transportation. He can create two of these builds at one time. He can use his nanites to interface with technology and can communicate with and control it, making him a technopath. His nanites also give him enhanced healing abilities. Rex can cure EVOs by extracting their active nanites (this last one probably wouldn't matter in this RP, but oh well).
Big Fat Sword: vignette1.wikia.nocookie.net/generato…
The big fat sword (also known as the B.F.S.) is a massive orange sword that Rex can transform either arm into. It is one of Rex's most lethal machines. Although it is used offensively to easily cleave through objects, it is can be used to deflect attacks. Once stabbed into the pavement, the big fat sword can provide mobility for Rex and others who hold on to it.

Battle Saw: vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/generato…
Using a lever on the side of his big fat sword, the top half of the sword will split apart and begin to rotate at a high velocity. This transforms the B.F.S. into the battle saw—a giant orange circular saw that can slice through tough objects.

Smack Hands: vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/generato…
The smack hands are massive orange gauntlets that Rex can transform his arms into. The smack hands give him incredible strength, allowing him to break through obstacles or lift heavy objects. When forming them, he has control over the overall size, length, and flexibility; being able to extend them to reach certain distances. Rex can use his smack hands to significantly push himself into the air and absorb impact when landing. They are also moderately capable of shielding against lasers and debris, however, they are weak against acid. Out of all machines, the smack hands seem to be the only ones that are nerve-sensitive.

Punk Busters: vignette1.wikia.nocookie.net/generato…
The punk busters are a pair of massive orange super boots with retractable spikes on the soles. They allow Rex to jump hundreds of feet into the air or jump across ten square blocks. He can also use the punk busters to repel powerful EVO enemies or kick through thick metal. In his own words, it feels as if "you were roundhouse kicked by a freight train". Like a hydraulic cylinder, the punk busters can have its foot extended to kick enemies away. A stomp is strong enough to dismantle its surroundings or cause rising fissures accurate enough to repel its target.

Boogie Pack: vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/generato…
The boogie pack is a jet pack with a pair of wide orange turbine wings. Rex is capable of using it to fly at high speeds; it also gives him a high level of agility. He can launch the twin turbines at an enemy EVO like a bola. He can also shoot two large grappling hooks on the top of both turbines. The boogie pack can also successfully propel Rex underwater. Rex has also use the turbine wings to create compressed air. Unfortunately, there is a limit as to how much weight his boogie pack can transport at once.

Slam Cannon: vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/generato…
The slam cannon is a large orange projectile cannon that Rex can transform either arm into. Similar to a rocket launcher, it is positioned to rest on his shoulder. However, it does not produce its own ammo; instead, a maw on the back end of the slam cannon can extend into the ground and reload solid material for ammunition. It then proceeds to fire the balled material at its target with great force.

Rex Ride: vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/generato…
The Rex ride is an orange hover motorbike that Rex can form out of his lower legs. The vehicle can drive over any terrain and can go over 200 mph. Despite lacking wheels, the Rex ride is capable of driving up vertical loops and curves. It has a retractable battering ram instead of an engine block and it can be used like a shield to break through trees and various other objects. A helmet build also comes with the Rex ride for protection.

Blast Caster: vignette1.wikia.nocookie.net/generato…
The blast caster is a machine that consists of a navy-colored, backpack dynamo and a long, black tentacle-like whip that extends from his right arm. Rex appears to have control over the appendage like a muscle; wrapping around enemies or managing to grab small objects. When freely flying through the air, Rex can make the whip cut and turn corners at will. Unclear whether this is only possible underwater, Rex has demonstrated taking hold of objects from afar and reeling himself in. It can also channel electrical shocks powerful enough to stun an enemy. The whip can thin out and break if put under enough stress.

Funchucks: vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/generato…
These are a pair of giant, metallic 'nunchaku' that are attached to both of Rex's arms. He can spin them at windmilling speeds and then launch either arm at his target. Defensively, they can divert heat seeking rockets if spun fast enough. He can also use them to generate a destructive energy pulse by slamming them together after spinning them, allowing him to shoot a light blue arc of energy at his enemies.

Bad Axes: vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/generato…
These are a pair of large blue axes with energized blades that Rex builds with his hands. The axes are so powerful that they are capable of easily slicing Providence fighter jets with one slice.

Block Party: vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/generato…
The block party is a pair of navy-colored metallic gauntlets that generate blue energy shields made of highly energized atoms. The block party can either generate two individual, circular shaped shields on each gauntlet, or it can form a dome to surround Rex on the ground or in mid-air. The energy shields are capable of withstanding an extensive amount of damage before shattering like glass. The shields can block, not only energy-type attacks, but ward off solid projectiles and physical attacks as well. If positioned well enough, the shields are capable of deflecting attacks back at the enemy.

Sky Slyder: vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/generato…
The Sky Slyder is a blue glowing machine that Rex builds with his lower legs. It is similar to a regular surfing board, except it can fly at high speeds in midair.
* Brief Bio: Rex was born into a family of brilliant scientists who were involved in the Nanite Project. Nanites are microscopic machines that were originally created to eliminated diseases and starvation across the world. However, the project was later sabotaged by Rex's older brother to keep some extremely powerful nanites from falling into the wrong hands. The explosion killed their parents, and caused nanites to spread across the planet and bind to the molecular structure of every living thing in the world. This was known as the Nanite Event. Nanites are normally harmless. However, when activated, they mutate the biology of their hosts, giving them grotesque physical features and/or special abilities. These mutated organisms are called EVOs (Exponentially Variegated Organisms).

Prior to the Nanite Event, ten-year-old Rex was critically injured in an industrial accident. He was injected with fully programed nanites that successfully saved his life, but also gave him new, extraordinary abilities. Rex became amnesiac after the Nanite Event, his memory loss assumed to have been caused by the explosion. He was later found and taken in by Providence, the organisation responsible for dealing with hostile EVOs. Rex lived and grew with the organisation after that, at the same time working for them as their secret weapon to fight and cure EVOs.
* Equipment: The various types of machines that he can grow from his body, plus a pair of enhanced goggles that provide thermal, microscopic and nano vision.
* Others: Rex has at least a rudimentary knowledge of Spanish and Chinese. He tends to interlard his speech with Spanish wording, but often humorously mispronounces the words. Rex has underwear with motorcycle patterns, enjoys Spanish soap operas, and likes playing with toys during baths.

[User]
Shirai Kuroko

Seeing what was about to happen, Kuroko intervened in the only way actually available right now--as she could hardly claim that this should be left to Judgement after having ended up in another city entirely. That was by appealing to the idea that whoever was in charge here might not give her as much of a pass on the wanton shocking of petty thieves as Academy City was wont to do.

Of course, she stumbled over her words a little when another teleporter dropped in. With only a tiny fraction of all Espers being teleporters at all, and an even smaller fraction being Level 4's, the chance of running into another was... extremely unlikely. On the upside, at least this was clearly not Musujime; her Onee-sama would probably react first and think later with her...

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Reinhardt Wilhelm and Ana Amari

"... friendly monster?" the huge man said, hesitant to believe that something so abundantly... well, dead looking was actually in the same boat as they were, brought here and bereft of any sort of malevolent intentions. Yet it seemed like the creature was as lost and abducted as the rest of them were.

Ana took the lead in actually explaining things: "All of us have been brought here but we don't know why. Your appearance gave us quite the shock, and you look a lot like a wanted terrorist." Not to mention the quite obvious dead part, yet that had been quite the second thing to go through the old sniper's head

[Assistant]
Scaramouche

@VitaVitaAR@ACHTUNG@Raineh Daze@Tachi@Rin@Afro Samurai

Scaramouche would follow the hunger-driven android as they eventually came to their destination. It was a little food stop, owned by a human girl, which was surrounded by... also young girls. Yet some of these girls held weapons, or looked more formidable then meets the eye, and one of these girls is furiously trying to stuff her mouth full with these assortment of goodies. The only other male in the group was a grizzled and ruggedly bearded man, who reminded the android of Samurai Jack. Looks like a guy you wouldn't want to meet in a bar. The male android simply raised an eyebrow at this crowd.

"Now what's with all the little girls?" Scaramouche would ask curiously as he turns his head to her newfound "acquaintance", "Do they sell like roasted ponies sprinkled with glitter and rainbow sauce here?"

If that was the case, the android wouldn't take a single bite. Yet as the two got in closer, he sees what appears to be... breaded fish-cakes? Was this town near a sea or something? It looked a little weird, but it indeed smelled good. He would probably "borrow" a piece and pay the person back "later", if only it weren't for the person devouring everything on the counter. As Shurellia asks politely on what was going on, Scaramouche squints his eyes as he puts a hand on the girl's shoulder.

"Woah woah woah, hold a minute, babe." he says in a more friendly tone as he turns her around to face him, "You wouldn't mind if you left us a few of those goodie ole' treats now will ya?"

[User]
Rex bolted up from his sprawled position, finding himself on some sort of sidewalk. His last memory was being hit by a blast while attempting to take down a dangerous EVO, though after recovering from that attack and scanning his surroundings, the rampaging monster seemed to have vanished, along with his teammates, the Providence vehicles, and... and everyone and everything else, actually. On closer inspection, the deserted area he was currently in had no resemblance to the one he had been in just a moment ago, or what felt like a moment, he couldn't be sure. Could that blast have teleported him somewhere else? Or even sent him to another time? Rex knew that it was highly possible, considering that past incident with that EVO named Breach that had left him waking up in some desert six months into the future.

Panic struck the teenage boy. What if this was worse than that? What if this time, it wasn't just six months, but he had been blasted sometime way into future? Taking a deep breath to calm his nerves, he recalled what he had done the previous time - try to contact Providence. However, his attempt to use his ear-link communicator was unavailing, and he received no response. Rex let out a loud groan in frustration, but he wasn't giving up. His only option was to find someone, if there was even anyone in this place, who could tell him what was going on. Deciding that he could have a better view from the above, he built his Boogie Pack - an orange jet pack with large turbine wings that emerged from his back, and took off into the air, pulling his googles down over his face.

There seemed to be no one on the streets he had flown over, and it was starting to get monotonous, until something below finally caught his attention. He had almost missed them - the group of people who looked like they were casually hanging around a street vendor of sorts. Perhaps they could tell him exactly when and where he was. Rex carefully lowered himself near the group before walking up closer with his Boogie Pack retracting into his back. Some were talking among themselves, and many of them had their attention on a redhead spear-wielder who was guzzling down the vendor's food. Most of them looked human, though some of them were dressed in clothing and carrying equipment that seemed to be from different times and places. A couple of them even looked like they could be EVOs, but at this point, who knew anymore?

Rex gave the group an awkward wave before speaking up. "Uh, hey there amigos. Would any of you mind telling me the date today?"

As strange of a question as that was, Rex felt that when in time he was took priority over his current location.


[System]
Age:22

Gender: Female

Race: Nem

Appearance:

(As above, but with rounder ears! Though her hair is naturally black, she dyes it pink to stand out. A merchant's most powerful weapon is being remembered. In addition, on the occasion she needs to go outside during the day, she wears a cute, floral, wide-brimmed hat)

Personality: Sweet, caring, and good-natured on the outside. Calculating and selfish on the inside. Lirrah does what she can for the people she likes, and everyone else is scarcely a concern of hers. She has no particular investment in Velt or Ithillin aside from the knowledge that brewing hostilities are a good business venture. It would be easy to label her as another amoral war profiteer, but it's hard to make the title stick when she's personally serving hot meals to the folks on the borderlands (for a fee, of course). In any case, she is outgoing, personable, and really lays on the cute. Cute is good for business.

Brief Backstory: Born into a humble family of sweets-makers with three older brothers and three older sisters, it would be no exaggeration to say that Lirrah was the baby of the family. If she wanted acknowledgement, she had to work for it. Whether she had to lie or exaggerate or even shout, she was always yapping in order to get attention.

From a young age, this served her well, though it got on her siblings' nerves. She learned how to cook, and was quite talented, but her gift of gab often had her strutting the sand to entice customers instead. She and her family's trade became so well-known through her raw, extroverted moxie that she was considered by many to be the unofficial mascot of the store. She and her family's brand of sweets soon became inseparable.

For most attention-seekers, this amount of notoriety would be enough to live a lifetime, but Lirrah wanted more. Her cries yearned to reach more ears. She wanted to say something that the entire known world would one day need to listen to.

On her sixteenth birthday, people came from settlements all around to celebrate her. It was at this moment that she decided to cash in all the affection and goodwill she had earned from a lifetime of honeyed words as sweet as the ripest melon juice. She wanted to leave the village, and travel north. For that purpose, she collected many investors and partners who would fund and stock her caravan, with no proof of success other than the borderline disgusting amount of aplomb with which she conducted herself.

Everyone likes sweets.

Her network was enormous. The affection that everyone had for her was overflowing. And flow it did, into coins and goods and equipment that would enable her desire to reach north. As far northward as she could go… so far, and so high, that even she could look down at the world despite her people's relatively short stature.

It took a while, of course, to get everything ready. But within a few years, funds and equipment in hand, she reached Velt. This was only going to be her first stop, but it would be a profitable one. She had weapons to feed into the growing fires of hostility, and Nem glasswork and art pieces to appeal to nobles who wanted to show off how world-wise they were and who had more money than sense. With her charms, and the situation to her advantage, it was almost impossible to fail. She made a killing when she finally arrived and, happy with the numbers, decided to move onto Ithillin. What happened when everything boiled over wasn't important. What was important was making her money off both sides and getting out, continuing to reach ever northward.

The situation was not exactly as it was described to her.

The conflict was practically already happening, and the borderlands were almost a war zone, with skirmishes and bandits and monsters out in force. Lirrah learned this when she picked the most reasonably under-staffed point on the border to make her trip, and found her caravan surrounded by marauders. Though she could shoot a bow (her home village was small enough that everyone needed to learn), she was not a real fighter. Her hired muscle fell quickly to the deluge of bandits, and she was soon surrounded.

She didn't want her ambition to end there, but what could she do?

Then, the Lions roared.

Routed efficiently to the last, the bandits went from an overwhelming bellow to a simpering swan song within moments. Lirrah explained the situation to the Lions, embellishing to make herself seem less opportunistic, and she soon learned that things were more dire between the two nations than she had imagined.

A caravan cannot move north through a river of blood. Even avoiding everything else, the upcoming conflict could capture her supply chain and leave her stranded. There was nothing else for it. Thinking quickly, she talked her way into a mutually beneficial exclusivity contract with Velt during wartime. Her supply chain would be useful, and she could set up shop personally among the group that had helped her. Until the war was over, she would need to hold out. She didn't want to pick sides initially, but as it turned out, a side picked her.

Equipment: A diverse array of highly saleable wares! Within reason, of course. The art objects get sold far before they reach Lirrah, because warriors on the frontline have little need for such things. If there's something specific a soldier wants, however, she can usually get it in a week or so depending on rarity. She stocks generic weapons, along with some more interesting exotic weapons from her homeland. Nem bows, especially, are in high demand. With the ever-present threat of skirmishes, she stocks a ridiculous amount of healing potions. More high-end wares include enchanted rings and brooches, with a variety of protective effects, and even magical weapons. Nem alcohol is, to most, a novelty, but she gets enough requests from those who have taken to it to keep it in stock (and to drink herself).

When out and about, she carries a bow and a good supply of potions, as well as a few explosive flasks and acid bombs. She has an enchanted hat that cools her and gives her a lot of shade, though seeing beyond the immediate bound of that shade is still difficult as a Nem. Mostly it makes travel during daytime much more comfortable.

Skills:

Diplomancer: Lirrah is very good at talking to people, and even getting them to agree to things they normally wouldn't. She's that charming! She's a natural in any environment, from swanky party to seedy bar. She can lie as naturally as she breathes, and can make herself the center of attention with little effort. Conversely, during a combat encounter, she can turn up her cute and helpless act such that most reasonable enemies wouldn't target her unless they had no other choice. Very helpful as a merchant!

Swift: Lirrah is dexterous, agile, and quick on her feet. On the rare occasion she can't talk or act her way out of danger, she can usually escape it. Her sight, mainly in the dark, is immensely keen. She's good with a bow, though aiming far away is difficult for her during the day. She's practiced enough with the sling to fling dangerous flasks many feet away. Fast hands are useful in the kitchen, and she's also quite good at sewing and knitting.

Gourmand: Lirrah is an excellent cook. She's best at dishes from her home country, but picks up new cuisine quickly as well. Sometimes, the difference between a dead soldier and a living one is a happily-fed belly. She's especially gifted at desserts, which she can make at the level of a genius patissier. She can only make so many to her exacting standards day to day, that they run out quickly. People have gotten into fistfights over the strawberry shortcake!

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Cadmon Demet

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Landshark

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The effort needed to resist rolling his eyes was nearly herculean. What was needed to keep his jaw shut for a moment was even greater.

No, no, I just thought I'd take a romantic stroll around the war camp with my favourite assassin.

As much as he wanted to say something sarcastic like that, it would be pointless. Antagonizing her would be no help at all with what they were soon to face; beyond that, he had little doubt of his low likelihood of waking up in the morning if she decided she disliked him enough. Not that she seemed inclined to harm an ally, certainly not in that way, but he only trusted an assassin as far as he could throw them.

Given that Kayliss was a somewhat tall human woman rather than a Nem, that wasn't very far at all.

"With any luck," he said after a moment. No true confirmation for her question, yet, but he was hoping. "Assuming they didn't meet with an unfortunate fate, our scouts are due to make their reports to Lady Velvetica today. If they bring back something useful, I'm hoping that we could make use of your talents."

[Assistant]
Roger Falkner and Shortclaw

There's is something strange about the ground down there.

From above, Roger could see splotches of terrain taking on a different color as they got closer to the bandits' hideout. They had been flying low to avoid detection, but it was still high enough to see a stark difference from the surrounding land.

It wasn't unusual to see land of different colors whenever they flew over farmland, but this was no freshly tilled field, ready for planting, and it was far too extensive to be the work of small burrowing animals. This was...well, he had no idea what it was. Even stranger, he glimpsed a few objects on the ground that looked a little like scarecrows. Surely the bandits couldn't actually be trying to work the land down there, especially in this rocky area, right?

It was a curious enough matter that Roger opted to take a closer look. He circled around, then signaled his mount to descend and land. The griffin slowed its flight and touched down on the suffiently large clearing of disturbed earth, bounding off the ground once before coming to a stop, causing Roger to bounce in his saddle. The first thing the rider did was take a few moments to glance around the area to ensure there was no trouble awaiting them.. He hadn't seen anyone when flying overhead, but it paid to be cautious. Shortclaw turned his head around as well, also on the lookout for trouble.

If he doesn't see anything, we should be clear. His eyes are keener than mine. As he looked around, he noticed one of the "scarecrows" he had thought he spotted.

That's no scarecrow, he thought to himself, uneasy at what he beheld. It was a crude, macabre effigy of some sort, crafted with bones and topped with a humanoid skull, creaking eerily as it rocked in the strong wind. Just what were these bandits doing out here, and why would they create such twisted totems? He already knew that these bandits were doing some strange and unsettling things, and the fact that they'd construct these things raised some questions as to just what they were up to.

In contrast to his increasingly uneasy rider, Shortclaw seemed completely unfazed and uninterested in the effigy, probably because there was no meat on the bones.

"Let's get back to the camp," Roger spoke, signaling the griffin to take flight. Shortclaw began to run forward and flap his wings, leapt into the air against the wind, and began gaining altitude. There wasn't much else to do here, so once they climbed above the treetops, Roger directed his mount back to the camp. He wasn't entirely sure what these strange effigies meant, but whatever it was, it wasn't good. Perhaps the Steel Princess or one of the Lions' more learned members, or one of the other scouts, would have a better idea.

[User]
Gisela

At the price, the demon turned expectantly to look down at the hundi, who only sighed before rifling through her pockets for payment. To be so easily overcharged was galling, especially when she wasn't even the one who was going to be eating it. But the coins were passed over nonetheless, and the massive demon warrior took the pastry and thoughtfully started eating it.

"You don't have to be so afraid. A merchant like you could hardly put up a good fight, so why would I want to bother?" the demon said between bites, offering reassurance in the least reassuring way she could. "This pie's good."

"Oh, good evening, Guillaume," Gisela said, giving a slight curtsy. A mage she might be, but she was still a commoner... and far too many of even the lesser nobility got annoyed if not shown the proper respect. Guillaume seemed to be above that, but why take the chance? "No new injuries to report?"

[Assistant]
Lirrah practically jumped when she was addressed by a newcomer, her nerves already agitated by the presence of the world's tallest demon. When she looked up, however, she was greeted by the sight of the sort of person that might be described in a heroic storybook. Tall, golden-haired, with a sort of reassuring joviality.

Lirrah had read one or two of the more popular Veltan stories to get a sense of what does well over there, though she had not grown up with them. She was neither starry-eyed nor enthralled, but his presence was nevertheless a comfort. She forced a smile up on her face, which was almost indistinguishable from her genuine one.

"A-ah, yes, this is our first meeting," she replied, producing a mutton pie and indicating a price of 1200. As she leaned over to give the man a ticket for a pastry later, she added in a conspiratorial whisper, "I certainly would have called for help myself if my voice hadn't gotten stuck in my throat... ahaha..."

She quickly turned her attention back to the demon woman (not that she had left Lirrah's vision since she showed up) as she took the Hundi's money. Perhaps the demon's summoner? Either way, the Hundi quickly busied herself with the knight. They seemed to be on good terms. Lirrah had yet to clock all the dynamics in this location, so it was good information to have.

Lirrah gave the demon woman a big smile, still forced, and still almost indistinguishable.

"T-thank you. I, ah, make all the food myself. C-cooking and selling! My skillset is hardly suited to compat. I'm just a weak little Nem~"

Lirrah didn't mention that she wasn't bad with a bow or a sling. She doubted that would be enough for the woman to take an interest in her, but the further beneath notice she was on that front, the better. If this was a woman who only enjoyed a fight against those with combat ability, Lirrah should be safe with her... probably.

"Ah... and if you like the pie so much, please do stop py the Matayannah Trading Company tent at home camp, and tell your friends. I am sure to put my nerves aside if we get more acquainted~ I really do appreciate your custom!"


[System]
AKA: 'Rage'

Age: 23

Appearance:

Emblem location/color: Neck/Face in a kingfisher blue

Years in Guild: 5

Magic Type: Caster

Magic Style: Lightning Dragon Slayer

Spells: Lightning Dragon Roar, Lightning Dragon Blast, Electric Boom (Area around him becomes electrified some what)

Bio: Nathan, Found falling from the Sky by a dragon, off of what seemed to be an incredibly high floating castle, possibly an old guilds hall. The dragons name was Elsteen, and he taught Nathan the basics of Lightning Dragon Magic, Having sparring lessons where Nathan would always come so close to beating his dragon father figure, before inevitably being caught off guard.

Nathan always awoke some days and noticed the Dragon missing, as he had gone searching for food, Nathan would practice his techniques, honing them, still very young and only knowing little of his magic, years would go by and Nathan would notice Elsteen leaving days at a time, causing Nathan to be very hungry most of the time, and having to go into nearby towns and steal food, which never ended well.

One week went by and Elsteen had never came back, Another week, And another, quickly realising he was never coming back, Nathan sadly departed his 'home', in search of a new family, or maybe just an abandoned home. This is where he came upon the Silver Tridant guild, after travelling from place to place every couple of years he stumbled upon a majestic home, which quickly became a favorite of his, beginning to do contracts and being assigned groups 'Rage' would become a very integral part of the Guild, several people seeing him as a friend and someone to look up to, even in his short time at the guild. This is where his backstory ends, and this one begins.

Personality: Upbeat, Attention-Seeking at times and rather cocky of his abilities, Always trying to impress the girls.

Relationship?: N/a

Equipment: N/a

Other: N/a

[User]
Calliope took the mission sheets and looked them over, furrowing her eyebrows slightly. 'Hmmm, bandits or possible fish eating monster?' the mage pondered, chewing at her bottom lip while she concentrated. 'The monster would probably be more fun, but the bandits would really test me.'

"Excuse me!" The diamondback dragon slayer exclaimed as he brushed by them, knocking into Calliope and causing her to accidentally step on Dude's foot.

"Sorry," the swordswoman apologized as she righted herself.

"Hey, what gives, you guys took the good jobs!" Raymond groaned, his green eyes trained on the three mages congregated "Why don't you just take both? They should be a piece of cake with Alban and Zeb with you, and not to mention that awesome looking sword! And if you guys need a Dragon Slayer, I'm always up for a job!" Ray declared as his flying cat landed on his shoulder.

"Oh, I guess that works," she replied, glancing back at Dude and Alban to gauge their reactions. "We could stop by Serpent's Cove first and then take care of the bandits. We won't get as much money though, splitting it four ways," Calliope pointed out, catching sight of a black and white haired mage that was trying to see the mission board over everyone. "Oh jeez, I'm sorry," the girl said, stepping out of the other mage's way and giving him a gentle nudge toward the board. "Go on, pick something out."

[Assistant]
The big man shrugged, his good eye fixed on the Calliope as he listened to her pick in jobs. Not bad choices for her first gigs, even with a four way split.

"Eh, the money's not too important. Sound like good work, be helpin' folk. I'm in." He didn't hesitate with his answer. Yet another of the newer folk arrived shortly after, though he couldn't recall this one's name, just that he had some talent with light and dark magic. He slipped a hand into his coat pocket, withdrawing a long, thin cigar and set it between his lips.

"Jus' lemme know when you're ready. Need the exercise."

[User]
"I'm fine on the money so you can take my share Calliope. Plus Nash is right, I need the exercise too. I've been lazy for a while now." Alban letting a loose smile form on his face, offering his share to the young woman. He'd have to take on an S-class quest for founds but Pearl being the motherly figure to him would let him slouch on it some if he was helping a new comer, or at least he hoped. He was a beach bum anyways so that played into his favor. Raymond on the other hand was essentially his little brother in a way of speaking but his manners still to be desired, something he needed to be reminded of... maybe just a little bit anyways. In that moment though Blade had appeared. Alban had to admit he was a strange young man but then again the entire guild was filled with oddities.

"Raymond." Alban spoke subtle standing next to Ray, placing his on the shoulder that didn't have Roger the exceed on it. "What did I tell you about manners or is a another lesson required." Playing to the dragon slayer's ego since he wanted to fight earlier, Raymond was still far from his level but was far from week though too. "But Calliope the jobs are to help you gain experience and become a prominent member of the guild. The stronger you become, the more the guild thrives because of the smallest actions by its members. Think of Nash and me as teachers so to speak." He wanted to show her the second level and a few of the type of quests he'd typically undertake but didn't want to appear too vain. "This one you'll just have to mind his manners some since he was raised by a dragon after all." Musing a slight laugh. While it seemed ridiculous to be raised by a dragon, then again to be raised by god would certainly seem even more far fetched.

[Assistant]
Ray thought about backing out of these jobs. The three of these wizards were more than capable of tackling this job. Two veterans like Alban and Nash were more than capable of showing Calliope the ropes of the guild. Sure, Raymond had a lot more energy than the two (they went on a lot of lengthy and more challenging jobs was one of the reasons, but Ray had a bit too much energy for a normal human), and his plan on joining in on an S-Class mission was required Alban. If he could show the Water God Slayer that he was capable, and impressed him, Alban could hopefully convince Max and Pearl to let him join in on a mission!

He was brought back to reality when Alban warned him about his manners. "What are you talkin' about?" Raymond asked, about to take on his passive-aggressive invitation to throw down, but Roger's tail whacked him on the back of his neck. "He's talking about how you pushed the girl away to look at the jobs, then yelled at her for not being able to choose." Roger said in his ear. Roger was far from polite as well, but he had a better understanding of manners. He simply chose not to follow them that much. The two wizards declined to take a split of the reward, and Ray gave a smile. "Looks like there's more money for us!" The Dragon Slayer said with a smile, then getting whacked again by Roger. "I mean, I already got a good pay earlier, so the money's all yours!" He said with a truthful smile. Although Money is a nice bonus, Ray wasn't in this for the money right now.

[User]
Nathan stands up, the nurse walking off as he moves quietly toward the board, scratching his bandaging around his waist and looking past everyone, his eyes landing on an S class mission, tearing it off the wall and saying "Ugh! I have to take a group?!" He would look around and say with a grin "Any ladies?"

Sighing as no ladies attracted any attention he would pin the contract back up onto the wall, moving back to sitting on his own table, sure the women laughed at his antics, but truth be told he was always lonely. Noone to rely on. He would leave himself alone with his thoughts.

[Assistant]
One by one the other guild members offered up their portion of the reward, causing Calliope to turn beat red. "N-no! Oh geez, that's not what I meant!" The girl exclaimed, shaking her head briskly. "I was just pointing it out. I wouldn't hog all of the reward for myself!" she informed them, before eyeing Alban, Ray, and Rodger.

"You were really gonna let me have all the reward money, weren't you? It's a wonder you guys aren't broke with that sort of attitude," the girl huffed, blowing a strand of hair out of her face. "You guys...," she said, poking each one of them, including Rodger, in the chest for emphasis. "...don't need to be such pushovers! If you put in the work, you deserve the the reward!"

"Jus' lemme know when you're ready. Need the exercise," Dude cut in, his expression amused as he held a cigar casually between his lips.

"Right," Calliope coughed, trying to subdue her blush through sheer force of will. "We'll split it even, no arguments," the young mage informed them. "These missions are in the town over, so we'll need to pack supplies for an overnight trip. Let's meet up at the train station in an hour. Sound good?"

[User]
Zeb nodded at the girl's proposal, finally lighting his smoke and taking a long satisfied puff. He did his best to ignore Nathan. That kid had always rubbed him the wrong way.

"Fine by me. Gotta get my grimoire, anyway." He patted the kid on the shoulder as he started out the door to his apartment to prepare. It was small and practical, old books and scrolls scattered about. His grimoire rested on an old oak table, black and etched with silver runes that gave it a distinctly evil look. It was a common theme with these necromantic artifacts and such.

"Yep. Gonna be an interestin' trip."

[Assistant]
Raymond was pumped! He'll get to see Alban and Zeb in action, he'll see how Calliope uses her sword, and he can impress the S-Class wizards by showing them his strength! He was so excited, that he almost didn't catch that last part about meeting up at the train station. "Wait wait wait... We don't reaaaallly need to take the train." Raymond said with a weak laugh and smile, rubbing his head. "I'm sure we can get there in no time if we just walk to the other towns!" Ray said, hoping that they would listen, but it seemed that everyone was off to gather their things for the jobs... Raymond sighed, making a frown as he saw that Nathan made an appearance.

Nathan and Raymond's relationship was an odd one. They had a few things in common with each other. They were both powerful, brave, not afraid to speak their mind... But Nathan was more focused on women, and impressing people. Although Raymond did like to show off his strength as well, it was usually to prove something more to himself... He always thought that Adamas left him because Ray wasn't good enough. So that's what truly drives his motives. He has so many friends and family now that will help him achieve his goal. If he can show that he's the strongest he could possibly be, he could find Adamas. And show him all he's accomplished... He wanted to make him proud.

Nathan walked towards a table, and sat down, with an expression on his face that the Diamond Dragon Slayer saw from time to time. Normally Ray would walk up to Nathan to start a fight, but they had their moments. They were both dragon slayers after all. They had to look out for each other! He walked up to Nathan's table, giving a grin. "Hey." Ray said, looking over at the women glancing over at the two of them (mostly Nate), then back to the Lighting Dragon Slayer. "A group of us are gonna head over to Willow, the town up North. You can tag along with us and find a job up there! I'm sure a Dragon Slayer will be needed! We're gonna head out in an hour." Ray said with a nod before walking out of the guild himself to get to his small home to gather some gear.

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Raymond had a home on the outskirts of Caister. It was a beach house with worn down wood, net windows, and a matching worn door. He built the place when he was a kid. It was something Adamas taught him. They would travel around in their little forest a lot, and the Diamond Dragon would always make Ray make his new home from scratch. On one side of the house was the view of the beach, and the town, the other side had the rolling hills, and the large mountain range far off in the distance.

Ray and Roger made it in to the house, and the cozy interior matched the outside. The living room was filled with a dining table and chairs, an iron coal stove, and a pantry that would sometimes be filled with food. There were items all over the walls and on tables and shelves from his adventures in the Silver Trident. And a small room led to the bedroom which consisted of the largest window overlooking the mountains. The bed was composed of soft blankets, cushions, and pillows that Ray and Roger just jumped on and passed out after long missions.

Roger leapt off Ray's shoulder and waddled over to the pantry, shoving food in his small backpack, and running around to collect other items. Ray went in to the bedroom to grab the pouch of priceless, perfect diamonds. He was given this by Adamas the day he left. He never used it as currency, but whenever he needed a boost in his power, he would be able to eat some. He also grabbed a napsack, an extra pair of clothes, and he wrapped his purple sash around his arm tightly, smiling at it a bit. It was his good luck charm.

"Alright! Time to impress some wizards!" Ray said to Roger. "Yeah, that's if you can keep yourself from puking all over them on the train." Roger said with a nod, wings forming from his back and flying upwards and towards the door.

"I still think it'd be fine if we just walked..." Raymond muttered, the two wizards from the Silver Trident making their way to the train station to start their adventure.

[User] Nathan would grin lightly at Ray, listening to him suggest going out on a job, Nathan would nod and say rather calmly "Sounds good!" He would then pull a mischievous grin, saying "I bet i'll be better than you!" as Ray walked out of the Guild hall, laughing slightly, before pushing himself up and beginning over toward the others that were heading out on this job "So, I'll be working with you guys? You don't seem so bad." He would then grin slightly, letting out a soft laugh.