[System]
Handsome Youth Zhou Yu
Style Name: GongJin (公瑾) (It's acceptable when talking about him to others in the third person to call him by his name, Zhou Yu, but it is proper etiquette and respectful when talking to him to call him by his style name, either Zhou GongJin, or simply GongJin.)
Alias: Handsome Youth, Zhou (美周郎)
Race: Human, Chinese
Gender: Fabulously and beautifully male.
Age: 25
Appearance: As his moniker implies, Zhou has a youthful, handsome appearance with piercing black eyes and regal, long-flowing black hair. His skin is clean and smooth like white jade. As a man if rank and status, he wears expensive embroidered linens such as silk and satin but does appreciate practicality, wearing more durable materials like cotton, or wool for warmth. He likes the colors crimson and white and his outfits reflect this. Though not extravagantly, he does wear various articles and accessories, expensive gold and silver jewelry encrusted with precious and semiprecious stones, mostly in headwear or in the form of tassels to signify rank. In battle, he will wear highly decorated crimson Chinese armor since after becoming chief tactician, he hasn't needed to go into battle directly anymore, though that isn't to say that his actual martial prowess has dulled.
Personality/Motivation: Zhou Yu is a strategic and tactical genius of his time, second only to Zhuge Liang. Confident to the point of arrogance, yet he is unwaveringly devoted to his lord. Though he doesn't have a traitorous bone in his body, he can be quite deceptive to his enemies, and is known for manipulating enemy spies to report incorrect information. He usually appears easygoing and friendly, knowing all the proper etiquttes and respects. He can be fairly easy to get along with and appreciates talent when he sees it. He would be a happy and self-content man if it were not for the existence of Zhuge Liang, a younger nobody from the hills who happens to be the greatest tactician and strategist of two generations. Zhuge Liang brings out and reveals Zhou Yu's unquenchable jealousy, a jealousy that leads him to lose objectivity in situations and to make mistakes in planning. This jealousy also leads to his untimely death.
Gear: A white and crimson Chinese robe with some light-medium armor underneath. He was a Chinese sword (jian) and a fighting staff (gun).
Abilities: Zhou Yu is a capable martial artist in his own right, skilled with the sword and staff. Due to his crowning victory, The Battle at Red Cliffs (Chi Bi), he was the ability of soul chain, in which he ties the souls of his enemies together such that any magical or energy damage that one sustains, the others also take in equal measure. To support this, Zhou Yu has the added ability to set a single opponent ablaze from a distance. Zhou Yu is also a master tactician and has the ability to analyze his allies' and opponents' strengths and weaknesses and is fairly good at creating advantageous matchups. He is also extremely perceptive and can not only detect spies easily, but is good at deceiving them into thinking that they have successfully tricked him, allowing him to unknowingly supply them with incorrect and detrimental information.
Flaws: While Zhou Yu's body is fairly young and healthy, it is easily affected by his mental state. Specifically, jealous rage reduces his constitution and causes him to cough up blood. The better he feels about himself, the healthier he is, the more frustrated and thwarted he becomes, the worse his health, and it is entirely possible for him to become bedridden for days.
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[User] Zhou Yu took deep breaths as he tried to come to terms with what he was seeing. Calming himself, he decided that he'd take everything in stride; after all, the Chinese pantheon had many gods, who's to say this wasn't one of them? Having regained his composure somewhat, Zhou took on a slightly smug attitude. "So we're here to entertain you? What, pray tell, can a humble strategist like myself do to humor the God of Chaos?"

[Assistant]
"I am so glad you asked, Zhou!" the fly exclaimed, buzzing right near the Chinese general's head. A second later and he transformed once again, this time into the form of a medieval knight wearing a full suit of plate armor. A red cross emblazoned across the chest of his armor, a steel longsword in his right hand, a helmet covering his entire head, yet the afro remained, perched atop the helm. He tapped each of Zhou's shoulders, and in an instant the young man felt his body surging with an unknown, mystical energy.

"I dub thee, Sir Yu, knight of the Round Cheese." As everyone blinked, the table they sat at transformed into a large wheel of Swiss Cheese, complete with holes. Crocus carved a piece out with his longsword, and somehow ate it right off the blade, through his helmet. A moment later he let out a massive, grotesque belch. As he did so, rainbow slinkies emerged from the face plate of his helm, which began to slink all around the room. Up the tables. Down the chairs. Along the walls. Atop the heads of the Mad God's "guests." All over, really. "I have granted you some magical powers, so now you'll be capable of a bit more than you normally would be. No need to thank me. You'll need them to keep up with Bruno and Benny. ANYWAY!"

Crocus slammed his metal-clad fist onto the cheese-table, which rippled like a pool of water, yet somehow remained solid enough for his fist to collide and come to a stop. "It's time for your first job. I'm going to transport you all into a whole new world, and no that isn't an Aladdin reference so don't ask. This is a story as old as time itself. A classic, really. There isn't anybody that doesn't know this story. For your very first mission I want you to rescue a beautiful princess from the horrible dungeon of the evil black knight!"

He spoke each word with a tone of reverence, like he held the idea of the story itself in some manner of esteem that was to be respected by even the most entitled. Once his little speech ended, the god of chaos straightened himself up, sheathed the longsword, and waved his hand. Suddenly, all went black for each of the three that had been gathered.

Prologue Complete

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It felt as though existence itself had been torn from the perception of the trio summoned by Crocus. They existed, but didn't. They were aware, but there seemed to be nothing to be aware of around them. Darkness, emptiness, nothingness... But then little dots of light began to appear, one by one. Soon they were swarmed with small dots. Stars. The trio of Zhou Yu, Bruno the Undead Axeman, and Benny Bones were surrounded by stars in the black of space itself. They each had a moment to take in the sheer beauty of their surroundings, before they were interrupted by... Words? And a musical score blaring in their heads!

Star Wars Episode Won: An Old Franchise

Suddenly the trio found themselves within the cockpit of a spaceship. Benny sat in the pilot seat and now wore a black vest over her rib cage, along with a holster holding what appeared to be some kind of futuristic gun. On her right sat Bruno, who now found himself to be covered in brown fur, though thankfully he still had his axe. Zhou stood just behind the two undead members of the team, his robe now white and a small metal cylinder hung from a belt loop, which had some sort of handle grip that reminded the general of a sword, yet it contained no blade.

The ship shook violently, and the controls were unresponsive (assuming any of them would have even known how to operate them to begin with). In the distance they could see a large metal sphere, big enough to be a moon, to which they were being drawn toward. Without much time to think or get a handle on the situation, one thing became clear to all: They had a baaaad feeling about this.

[User]
Zhou Yu took some mild offense at being knighted by Crocus due to the fact that his undying loyalty was to his lord Emperor Sun Quan of Wu, but he kept his displeasure to himself.

When Crocus touched his shoulders he felt an unnatural surge, and a sudden influx of knowledge of what power he had been granted, noting that they were thematically apt, evoking the greatest, most successful battle of his life.

The next few seconds were absolutely stunning as he felt himself be whisked through darkness, and bursting out into the heavens, coming to a stop after the words and music had ended. Zhou Yu shook his head a bit to reorient himself and assess his surroundings. Him and his companions have had a change of clothes. They were in a metal house and it was nighttime outside with a splendid view of the moon. The funny thing about how the human brain processes large things like size and distance is that it doesn't. He couldn't tell initially that they were getting any closer to the moon-like object. Something unsettled him though; he wondered why he could not see the horizon outside the window. The Heavens crept downwards with no Earth in sight, but that was preposterous, the duality of Heaven and Earth was eternal since the Mythical Pang Gu split the primordial egg that floated in the void, thus creating the world. A stifled panic seized Zhou Yu, brought on by the thought that he was currently floating in that primordial emptiness before the creation of the world. To ignore this panic, he put on a smile and decided to introduce himself.

"Well, I suppose we should explore this house and look for this 'princess' our 'god of chaos' mentioned, but first, I don't think I've properly introduced myself. I am General Zhou Yu, style name: GongJin, of the Kingdom of Wu, ruled by the wise and benevolent Sun Quan." He picked the strange handle from his belt and began fiddling with it while waiting for his undead compatriots to give their names and statuses, though he already knew the skeleton was called 'Benny'.

[Assistant]
Bruno immediately felt uncomfortable. Not because of the complete shift in scenery and strange omega beings toying with him, but because suddenly he was covered in fur. Making a noise between a growl, a moan, and a gurgle that sounded like some strange 70's alien companion, Bruno began tearing at the strange substance on his skin.

This made him drop his axe, which he immediately scrambled to pick up. He looked outside, and saw a strange, floating white object. Looked like a face. A big, round, face. Bruno raised his axe and smashed the face, but there was some sort of wall of psychic energy. Or, perhaps, by his calculations, some sort of material or alloy superheated together with several other ingredients to create a brittle and transparent substance.

And it got in way of axe! He hit it again.

[User]
Benny was still reclined in her seat with her bony feet up on the table. When the world went black and came back, she was in the same position, though now she was sitting in a cockpit, and her heels unwittingly hit some controls. It only took one good jolt for her to quickly right herself. Instinctively, she started messing with the controls, trying to figure out how to work them and more importantly, if she could get the world to stop shaking for five minutes.

She got a glance of the big sphere ahead, and immediately put together what was going on.

"Oh, bones! That's no moon!"

Another moment of fiddling with the controls, before giving them up as a lost cause. Right then, it seemed, Zhou decided to make introductions. Benny turned her head completely around and grinned, not that she was really capable of any other expression.

"Benny Bones," she said, reaching a hand back to shake, "medical cadaver, part-time Halloween prop, world's greatest weight-loss champ, and---hey. Hey!"

She quickly turned to Bruno, who was trying to hack at the window.

"Don't do that! Lots of pressure plus puncture equals bad!"

[Assistant]
@Stekkmen@Stern Algorithm

Bruno's second swipe with the axe bounced harmlessly off the see-through surface, causing no damage beyond a bit of a scuff. If he were to keep trying, he would eventually get somewhere. Meanwhile, the object outside the viewing window, the moon, continued to grow larger and larger as the team was drawn in closer. Two objects flew by as well, headed directly for the moon. They each resembled a large orb, connected to two flat semi-square sheets of metal by two axels. Ships of some manner, and within a few seconds they had disappeared from sight, landing somewhere in the big sphere.

[User]
"Not a moon?" Zhou Yu asked in response to Benny's exclamation, "What is it then?"

Just then the large undead axe man swung his axe, bouncing it off a transparent surface. "Whoa there, friend, calm down," Zhou Yu said, looking Bruno up and down, trying to figure out what was bothering him, "Does the fur bother you?" While waiting for a response, he examined the transparent surface, noting reflections and refractions, properties like ice and water, whereas tapping it reminded him of porcelain. Interesting material. Looking down he could see absolutely no ground beneath their metal house. Zhou Yu looked up, smiling, choosing to ignore that little tidbit of information.

Then two things flew overhead, perhaps little metal houses as well, though their shape made him think of chariots. They seemed to be heading toward the moon, which seemed bigger than before. Benny seemed to be struggling with the strange table in front of them full of instruments. Perhaps investigating their surroundings was a good idea. Zhou Yu noticed the handle dangling from his belt and picked it up, fiddling with it, staring down the hole at one end. Fortunately, he happens to turn it away from his face when he flipped the switch. Unfortunately, the penetrating shaft of blue light that came forth from the handle cut a dangling tube that started to slowly hiss out a gentle stream of steam.


[System]
Age: 16

Birthday: 12/06

Magic: None (Will gain some magic items later I suppose)

Magic Level: E (Citizen XD)

History:
The daughter of some wealthy travelling merchants, she had as much of an average life-style as that background would suggest. Her parents doted on her, but were strict when it came to her 'training' in becoming a merchant to follow in their footsteps without ever asking her for opinion on the matter. She has always had a fascination with magic, wanting to become a wizard one day but alas her dream was crushed when she found out she couldn't actually cast magic let alone use it. Her parents didn't approve of her fascination with magic, but none the less allowed her to fiddle with magical objects they would get during their travels.
Fast-forward to the present and knowing her fascination with magic her parents decided to take her to the grand magic games to watch some events, which she was absolutely ecstatic about. Even she is highly unsure of what occurred before she was turned into a sword by The Emperor but it would seem that trouble had happened along the way, she got separated from her parents and ran into the Emperor and Empress and was subsequently transformed into a sword. (For clarifications sake, the Empress turned her into the sword)
It would seem being turned into a sword has also thrown her memories out of whack as the main thing she can remember is her name and not much else.

Personality: (One-Two Sentences)
Having grown up pretty isolated from contact from 'ordinary' people, she is unsure of how to approach anyone who isn't a merchant and for some strange reason seems to trust people way too easily. As such she has a tendency to hide behind things and speaking in a quiet tone when talking to people and will generally go along with others with little or no resistance/arguments.

Guild and guild mark location: Phoenix Wing, a gold colour on the back of her left hand

Team Members: N/A At this stage

Three Strengths:
1. Knows how to use items and the like well
2. Strong-willed (When she feels like it)
3. Financial Abilities

Three Weaknesses:
1. Obsession with gold
2. Can't use magic
3. Naive

Greatest Love: Magic, she absolutely adores magic

Motivation: To regain her lost memories and pay the debt she owes to James Hunt, Cody Bloodstein and Levi *Insert last name here* XD

Appearance:
About average height with shoulder-length blond hair that curls on the end and sapphire blue eyes. She wears a immaculate, frilly hazel brown dress with a faux gold trim and a light, chestnut brown jacket with a hood. She also owns several other outfits.
The picture sums up pretty much what she looks like (minus the brown dress)

Additional Details:

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Penny nodded, studying Jasmine a moment or two, "Its okay to be afraid, Jasmine." she said softly, "Its when you let that fear control you, that's when it becomes a problem. I have lived in fear, most of my life before I found my magic was lived in fear" she seemed to trail off a moment, frowning slightly. Curse him. Why had he put those thoughts in her head? She wasn't afraid. Not for herself, at least. For those around her. Killing Solias… it had show her just how deadly she could be. She wasn't afraid… going to that island would be a mistake, she knew it. She certainly didn't like doubting herself. Everything she had done… it still stuck with her and she didn't know how to deal with it, even now. The thought of going to that island… it wasn't something she believed she was capable off.

She could be more help here, dealing with the flying fish, then on the island where she'd be a risk to everyone around her. At least here she was of some use to the guild. She sighed softly, "Jasmine… you are here and that's a big step. And I'll be by your side, every step of the way, okay? You won't be alone." She gave the girl a reassuring smile, before nodding in the direction that they needed to go. "Come on." she said, offering her hand to the girl, before she started off in the direction she had seen the flying fish.

It didn't take long to find them, a short walk out of the town. She could see them from a far distance, flying specks that dotted the horizon. "See? just there" She said, pointing them out.

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"This is food that can eat you, Rajah! Gods, they're almost as big as you!" Ignatius said, turning to his pack and rustling through it. "It isn't edible! The skin is too tough and chances are they'll take a bite out of you, as well!". He took out some food from his pack, turning to her. "Now here, eat." she said, handing it off to her, deciding not to worry about how little they had left. She just ate so much, for such a little thing… but he always found food for them, in the end.

Frowning slightly, he looked around, "Quiet… people approach." he said softly, his gaze moving towards the two figures coming towards them. He doubted that Rajah would listen to him, and so he reached out towards her, to take ahold of her arm.

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Sasha looked over as Amaya approached, with Cecilla. She hesitated at the question. "I'm not sure that that will be a good idea. I think we ought to stick together… I don't like the feel of the place." she said, "It's not about security… someone with Fairy Tail blood needs to be on the island first." she said, glancing around, frowning slightly. "I want to make sure everyone is safe, first."

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Sam gladly took the floor, clutching it gently to her chest.She seemed to intently stare at the new comer, keeping her stance by Rose and looking up at the man. Tilting her head, she said softly "hello"

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Expecting the embrace and nuzzle, Michael endured both, seeming to hesitate a moment before returning the hug. "Y-yes... It's b-b-been a while s-since we've t-t-talked. I m-miss s-s-seeing him everyday." Michael said softly, looking up at Prince, sure that he was blushing enough to put a tomato to shame.
@Joshua Tamashii@LightningMaiden@Silver Fox@Lunarlord34

[Assistant]
Ferrin Astra

The cabin was lit by half light of the sun streaming through a small porthole. It's stale and musty air was tinged with the omnipotent taste of salt. Wood staves creaked and groaned with the gentle rocking of the ship, providing a discordant chorus. A lone figure, standing straight and tall, interrupted the light's path, sending his shadow sprawling across the floor. A silent tension lay over him. His breath was steady, a gentle, rhythmic ebb and flow. Around him, a gentle silver mist swirled in time with his inhale and exhalation. The amount of magic gathered in the room was visible to the naked eye in the form of that mist. Fractured images, like shards of a mirror, danced within the roiling mist, reflecting the inside of the cabin and it's occupant.

Tenrou Island was near.
Ferrin could feel it.

He felt a blanketing calm cover him, fill him. A stillness broken only by gentle sounds of life and the creaking chorus of the ship.

He discarded unnecessary thoughts.
He discarded unwanted feelings.

He discarded sight.
He discarded hearing.
He discarded taste, touch, and smell.

Only the magic remained. Seething and surging. Life itself. He focused his mind solely on his control. He held the trance-like state as he opened his eyes and with slow, dream-like motions, readied himself. Pants, Shirt, socks, shoes, and finally, his donned his Armament, the enchanted coat that had seen him through many battles and had preserved his life on numerous occasions. A flash of requip magic brought Shiden, his trusty sword, to his hand. he inspected it's glimmering length and razor-sharp edge. He gave it an experiential flourish, listening to it rend the air. Satisfied, he dismissed it, sending it back to it's magical storage dimension.

He was ready.

With a relaxed exhale, he also dismissed the gathered magic mist, which quickly dispersed into nothing. Wrapping his blanket of calm around his shoulders, like a mantle. With purposeful motions, he opened the door, passed through the hall and strode out into the sunlight.

And promptly collapsed on the deck. "It is...so hot." Ferrin gasped. The air was still and humid and the sun's heat mercilessly beat down on the ship. And in the thousand degree heat, he was wearing a heavy coat and a metal arm.  "Nopenopenope." Ferrin muttered, dragging himself back into the relative coolness of the shade. He stood up and swung off his coat. Out of a pocket, he produced a felt pen and then used it to draw a rune on the inside of his coat. He stuck the pen behind his ear and placed his metal palm on the rune. "Rune magic," He chanted. "Regulare Cauma." The was a quick rush of magic and when he removed his palm, the activated rune gently glowed silver. Ferrin slipped his coat back on and sighed in relief. "Ahh, much better." He sighed. The rune regulated heat, which meant that he could stay cool even in the hot sun while wearing a heavy coat.

He spotted Sasha, the driving force behind this expedition, in conversation with another girl and what appeared to be a strange cat. He raised an eyebrow and meandered over, catching the last part of what Sasha was saying.

"With the caliber of wizards gathered here, I would be more worried about making sure the island is safe. If it is still there by the end of this, I will be quite surprised." He called, opting for his signature wisecracks. The magus stopped beside her, giving the two females a nod. He folded his hands behind his back and greeted then. "Good morning." He said to them with unusual friendly cheer. Then his expression turned almost comically puzzled. "I think it is morning. Is it still morning? ...yeah it's morning, jury is still out on the good part though. Good morning." He repeated, flashing both of them a genteel smile. It looked a little strange and out of place. A careful observer might notice the tension in his stance and the restless energy that his imposed calm failed to hide.

He was also gently tapping his right heel and rubbing the thumb and forefinger of his metal hand together behind his back.

@LightningMaiden

[User]
Jasmine Lockwood and Rajah

Penny? Afraid? What would Penny have had to be been afraid of? At this moment she realised she knew very little about the older girl, despite how much she had been shoving her own problems on her. But deciding now wasn't a good time to pry into personal matters, they could do so on their way home, she simply nodded at Penny's words as she took the older girl's hand. This was fear she could somewhat manage, this was more akin to nerves at the moment than fear per say anyway. She had experienced far, far worse sensations than this. Like back in Crocus, with Mr Ducarthy...

Shuddering at the memory, she did her best to keep stride with the older girl. Luckily they didn't have to go far to see the fish, she wasn't too sure how she would go at long distance travel by foot to be perfectly honest, having spent the at least last couple of years cooped up in a carriage sorta destroyed your stamina.

Jasmine couldn't quite make them out very well from this distance, but the chances of these flying specks being anything other than the fish were slim. I mean what else could they be, a swarm of flying cats? pfft, that was silly. Cats couldn't fly.
"S-sure are a lot of them." Ok, now she was afraid that was for certain. She wasn't sure how many she was expecting, but just from the specks alone, she estimated there must be what...one hundred? Two hundred? More? It was impossible to make out their exact numbers, but what mattered was that there was a lot of them.

"Umm...Penny, what's that?" Noticing something flying straight at them, Jasmine tensed up. Surely they weren't close enough for any of the fish to spot them, no the large flock hadn't changed their distance all that much. Maybe they had caught the attention of some stragglers? Wait, this was too furry and small to be one of the flying fish this was...

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"Bah, nothing can eat me unless I decide it. And obviously, that ain't happen anytime soon you fuckwit." Rajah proclaimed with pride and disdain, crossing her arms. How dare he even suggest that she, a supreme being beyond comprehension, would be eaten by such an insignificant creature such as that. It had been chosen as her food, it would've been honoured! Perhaps it felt it wasn't worthy of being eaten by herself and that's why it ran? Yes, that was surely it.

Nodding to herself, she turned back to reality and the foot that Ignatius now presented her. It was a small offering, some bread and fruit, barely even a snack but she decided that it would suffice for now. It also meant she could spare her acolyte for the time being, and seeing as he was the only one she had at the moment that was useful.
"That's more like Sir Ignatius." Snatching the food from his hands without a word of thanks, just a mere nod that somewhat resembled appreciation, she proceeded to gobble the food down in no time at all.

She had finished the food just as Iggy spoke about people approaching, and he was correct that she wouldn't listen to him. But he was too late in going to grab hold of her; she had already taken off towards the poor unsuspecting duo. He was older and faster than him, but a headstart was a headstart and by now they were well and truly spotted by Penny and Jasmine as she came to a stop just above them. Hovering with her arms crossed once more, and an arrogant smirk that was second to none.
"Ah, humans at last! You lowly creatures sure took your time finding your way here. Get down on your knees and beg and I might consider sparing you my wrath for taking so long to find your master!" With a tone that contained more disdain than an ocean water, Rajah now plopped onto a rock near them and gestured down at the ground.
"Now, atone immediately! Get on your fucking knees and plead for your pathetic fucking lives and all will be forgiven! Bwahahaha!"

Now the sight of Rajah wasn't intimidating in the slightest, she was way smaller than even the average Exceed and was basically just an oversized orange, striped fluffball. Even so, Jasmine took no time at all to scurry away behind of Penny. Was this a flying cat?
Oh god, it was a flying cat. And it talked. It was also extremely rude, seriously rude. Just downright disrespectful and ill-mannered. What was this thing's problem?
"What is that thing Penny? Is...is it dangerous?" It sure sounded dangerous to her. It seemed to have supreme confidence anyway, enough to make the timid girl intimidated that was for sure. Not that's fricken hard to accomplish, the girl was probably afraid of her shadow


[System]
Nancy Parker
Character Quote: "How very."

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Character Summary
Aliases: Nance
Age: 15
Birthday: October 31st, 1967
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Birth Place: Las Vegas, Nevada
Godly Parent: Apollo
Legacy: N/A
Cohort: First
How Many Years At Camp: Two
Gender: Female
Rank: Centurion
Occupation At Camp: Cohort Centurion and (reluctant) seer
Languages: English, Latin, Italian

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Appearance
Height: 5'3"
Weight: 98 pounds
Body Type: Skinny
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Hair Color: Rich Warm Brown
Skin Tone: Peach
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: SPQR tattoo with the symbol of Apollo and two lines; lengthy scar on her upper left arm; pierced ears
Personal Style: Fashion wise, Nancy is still stuck in the 1980's. She loves having her hair poofy, with shoulder pads in her jackets. Vibrant colors and slightly mismatched patterns are a must. She's just as likely to wear overalls as she is to wear a skirt. Of course, fashion choices aside, she doesn't neglect practical armor when the situation calls for it - she isn't stupid and by no means wants to get killed in battle.

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Psychology
Loyal * Mischievous * Realistic * Chaotic * Inquisitive * Closed Off

Sexuality: Asexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Nancy is a rather playful individual. She loves practical jokes and has a lighthearted nature. While some may mistake her as being childlike or naive, that isn't the case at all. She has seen plenty throughout her life and does not wish to dwell on those sort of things. It's better to focus on the present (whenever/wherever that present is) and enjoy it, as it may not last as long as you'd like. Yet at the same time, she keeps her cards close to the vest. She isn't one to be open and honest about deeper emotions, like love and pain.

Additionally, Nancy may be prophetic, but she lives for the moment she is in currently. She has seen enough of what could be to know that if she dwelled on only that, she would go mad. She is neither optimistic nor pessimistic about what may come to be - whatever comes will come. It's not set in stone and while they can take actions to improve things for the better, those same actions could change things for the worse. She's a realist at her core, but do not mistake her as being apathetic about the future.

Fatal Flaw: Anger
Habits: Shuffling her cards, Whistling
Hobbies: Poker, Singing, Dancing
Fears: * Sexual Assault
* Drowning
* Claustrophobia

Likes: * Large Dogs
* Sweets
* Tea
* Coffee
* Music
* Practical Jokes
* Rainy Days
* Secrets

Dislikes: * People touching her cards - she'll gut them
* Ham
* Entitlement
* Hypocrites
* Death Omens
* Cigarette Smoke

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Skills
Demigod Abilities: * Prophecy
* Audiokinesis

General Skills: * Singing
* Dancing
* Sleight of Hand
* Photography
* Psychoanalysis
* Strategy

Combat Skills: * Hand to Hand Combat
* Sword
* Daggers
* Acrobatics

Magic Item:* Tarot Cards - The set was gifted to her by her father, Apollo, and helps to channel her gift of Prophecy.
* Twin Enchanted Imperial Gold Daggers - the pair always return to her hands

What Do They Carry On Them:* Clothing - overalls, doc martin boots, Pink Floyd t-shirt, black leather jacket
* Purse/Wallet - ID, 10 Denarius, $50 U.S.
* Tarot Cards
* Twin Enchanted Imperial Gold Daggers
* Pack of Bubble Gum
* Sunglasses
* Hip Flask (nectar)

Possessions In Bunk:* Imperial Gold Sword
* Camp Jupiter t-shirt
* Diary
* Walkman & Headphones
* Polaroid Camera & Film
* Cassette Collection

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History
Biography: Nancy's mother was a performer on the Las Vegas Strip, enticing audiences with her siren's voice and full, ample form. She had many admirers, one of them happening to be the Roman god Apollo. They spent an evening together in ecstasy and nine months later, the Vegas star had a tiny obligation on her skirt - a baby girl. The show had to go on of course, meaning that Nancy was largely cared for by the nanny. The few occasions she would see her mother at home would be whenever she had to nurse the after effects of drugs and booze. And while as a little girl Nancy viewed her mother as an elegant princess, things changed when Nancy became a teenager.

Nancy was going through puberty and her mother saw potential in her daughter's excellent singing voice. The daughter of Apollo was added into some of her mother's acts, expected to dance and sing and amuse the audiences - but this only lasted for a couple of years. Nancy's mother saw her daughter's beauty and potential, and fearing that she would upstage her, decided to ship her daughter off to a girl's school in California. But instead of going off to boarding school, Nancy ran away and ended up in the Lotus Hotel and Casino on the Strip.

She was trapped inside a place where time stayed still for about thirty years. During that time, she was a victim of sexual assault and it scarred her deeply. Roman demigods were at the Lotus Hotel and Casino for unrelated reasons, but they luckily managed to identify Nancy as a demigod and they more or less dragged her with them back into the real world. Her deepest regret is missing the rest of the 80's - and even though she has been in the modern world for a few years, she still hasn't quite gotten a hold of the slang.

How Long Have They Been At Camp Jupiter: Rescued from the Lotus Hotel and Casino by other members of Camp Jupiter, Nancy was educated at the Wolf House. Her letter of recommendation came from Apollo (alongside a gift of tarot cards to help her with her prophetic abilities, she thinks it was his way of saying sorry I didn't notice you were trapped for almost forty years), meaning that she was placed in the First Cohort. She rose through the ranks and was made Centurion. She's proud of that achievement. She's less than thrilled with her other position... working with prophecies.

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Additional Information
Theme Song: Bad Reputation by Joan Jett
Extra Information: ~included in previous CS~
I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.

[User]
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Madalyne Crane

Location: Amtrak Station San Francisco
Skills: N/A

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Madalyne looked at Nancy when she mentioned something about the gem was from the underworld, she knew that her mother did deal with ghosts and crossroads, and usually ghosts did come from the underworld as well. "Maybe my mom will pop up somewhere and say something about it." Madalyne said, she only seen her once in her life and that was when she had gotten to Camp Jupiter with Nancy shortly after that her mother appeared before her to give her the wand as a gift. Madalyne searched through her pockets and pulled out two fifty dollar bills, and then looked to the others.

"With all of our money combined that's around 180 dollars." Madalyne said as she watched Niah checking out the route, and she made her way to the ticket counter for the same route that Niah suggested and went ahead to buy the tickets for the three of them. "Seems like a quick and easy train ride then." Madalyne said jokingly she did know that they would most likely end up bumping into some monsters at some point.

[Assistant]
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☀ Nancy Parker ☀

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Location: San Fransisco - Amtrak Station
Skills: N/A

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 Nancy nodded, listening to Niah's recommendations. From what she had heard about Portland, it was weird. Weird tended to mean a place with loads of monsters in her experience, so she mentally prepared herself for a few fights to the death in that city. She knew next to nothing, on the other hand, about the Dakotas. They had just about no reputation, at least not that she was aware of. Apparently they were home to dragon lairs. Hopefully just the one. "Please don't jinx us, Mads," Nancy groaned, as Madalyne suggested it would be quick and easy. "And I hope we don't run into your mother... Don't some people go mad or something if they meet Trivia at a crossroads?" Nancy asked. She couldn't remember exactly what happened, but she knew that it was bad.

 She shifted slightly, squinting her eyes to try to get a better look at their surroundings in the harsh sunlight. She wondered briefly if her aunt had heard her prayers. Nancy doubted that they would be answered though. Her curse was hers to bear and likely couldn't be washed away. She wondered also if a god removing her gift of prophecy would offend her father, Apollo. Maybe he was sitting up there in the Sun Chariot, shaking his head at her. Did he know that she had prayed to Diana? Would he scold her?

[User]
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Niah Bautista

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Location: San Fransisco - Amtrak Station
Skills: N/A

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Niah was glad she had found a route that took them as far away from Las Vegas as possible. Now Niah just had to hope that they would actually make it all the way to Fargo. It was step one. Though she doubted it would happen. Especially with Mads joking the way she was. At least it wasn't Nancy saying it. That felt like it could be even more dangerous. Sort of a 'Bard's tongue' curse. That was not something Nancy needed. Or any demi-god if Niah was honest with herself.

"I mean there is no way something won't happen. Thank you, for getting the tickets Mads. Was that all of our cash? Are we gonna starve now?" Niah asked half-joking. She was concerned they wouldn't have money for food, but if they could at least get to the Dakotas. From the Dakotas, they would need to figure where Mount Rushmore even was. A part of Niah hopped that it was in the Dakotas because she wondered if it was. She had thought it was on the East coast, but the Dakotas were in the middle of the country.

"This country is huge. How long is this train trip going to take?"

[Assistant]
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Madalyne Crane

Location: Amtrak Station San Francisco
Skills: N/A

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Madalyne looked towards Nancy for a moment and nodded they could still simply run into a monster at any point while on the train ride from California to their final destination as well. And then mentioning her mother she gave a slight shrug, she had only met her once when she came to Camp Jupiter shortly after her visiting Lupa. "I only met her once, but yeah probably people have gone mad after seeing her. I haven't gone mad though, so that is something." She answered as Madalyne gave both Niah and Nancy their tickets.

"Yeah that's all of our money sadly. We could act like hoodlums and steal from people though which would be fun." She said jokingly as she rubbed the back of her neck, they wouldn't have any kind of money for food which would really suck. "I'd imagine it would take maybe a day or two at most, maybe shorter if there aren't any delays on the tracks." Madalyne said to Niah, she hadn't ridden any US trains before, but she did when she was younger before moving to the US. There was a bell sound going off, and she could see the train now coming over in the distance.

[User]
☀ Nancy Parker ☀

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Location: San Fransisco - Amtrak Station
Skills: Strategy

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 Maybe it would have been a good idea to get a child of Mercury to go with them on the quest - they were good at stealing. Of course, Nancy was rather skilled at sleight of hand. It was a skill she had unfortunately picked up on the Vegas Strip. "I can steal, don't worry," she informed her friends. Niah was probably too much of a rule following goody two shoes to steal anyways. Madalyne she doubted would have any issues with it, especially given her mother. From what she knew, Trivia tended to have a fast and loose moral code in comparison to the goddess of the Styx. It was only a day or two, according to Madalyne, so they wouldn't even need to steal that much.

 Nancy could probably even earn them food by singing - prophecy wasn't the only thing she had inherited from Apollo.

 "Oh, wotcher," she said, calling the others attention. She had been keeping an eye out at the station for any monsters, especially with how thick the Mist was in San Fransisco. A chill then ran down her spine. Look for trouble and ye shall find. A chimera, a monstrous creature with the head of a lion, the body of a goat, and the tail of a snake. Practically every part of it was deadly. The snake's venom could kill with ease. The head was able to breathe fire. "Odds that it hasn't noticed us are... well, awful." She pulled her twin imperial gold daggers. Hopefully this fight wouldn't make them miss the train. They didn't have money for more tickets.


[System]
Age: 19

Gender: Male

Rank: Private First Class

Ethnicity/Nationality: African-American

Physical Description:

Bobby D. is nineteen but looks fourteen with his baby smooth face and pimply complexion. His skin is a rich, coffee-colored with a smattering of freckles around his eyes. Bobby's very skinny, just barely above the Army's minimum weight requirement. He has put on weight since carrying the Pig around has improved his upper body strength. He has gap teeth that he shows whenever he smiles or grins.

Skillset:

Bobby has a sharp intellect but that is often hidden by his constant joking
As a trained gunner Bobby is a expert at maintaining high rates of fire at the cost of accuracy

History:

Bobby D. grew up in St. Louis as the youngest of three children. His father, Bob Sr., served in World War II. Despite his parent's attempts to keep him straight Bobby ran around with a local gang of toughs. Bobby chose to be rebellious instead of use his natural intelligence to try and make something of himself. He skipped school, drank, smoked, and did drugs. He was in and out of juvie for petty offenses until he turned seventeen. Six months before his eighteenth birthday he was caught trying to hot-wire a car. Brought in front of a judge he was given a choice: ten years in state prison as an adult, or six months in juvie until he turned eighteen. After that he would be released into the Army's recognizance. He traded prison gray for army green. After a rough stint in basic, Bobby learned to keep his mouth shut and shipped out to 'Nam as a machine gunner.

Bobby D. has a reputation as a class clown among the men and often speaks in the third person.

Equipment:

M60 Machine gun he calls Jack Johnson because "It's big, black, and knocks motherfuckers out."
Aviator sunglasses
Combat helmet with "B.A.M.F" stenciled on one side, and "El BJ" stenciled on the other.
Two days worth of C-rations

[User]
Tommy was moving his gun all around, making sure not to waste too much ammo wherever he could. The number of Charlies was beginning to dwindle, and just as he shot another, Sergeant Ryan called out, "Cease fire, cease fire!"

Tommy stopped firing, looking around for any movement. He was breathing heavily, sweat dripping from his hair. He was running low on ammo, so he started go to around to all of the VC and pick up their AKs and some magazines. As he picked the fist one up, he noticed how red his skin was getting, "Shit," he sighed, "I don't wanna get burned this early."

[Assistant]
SFC Davis watched his men gather the guns and ammunition with quiet pride as he idly snapped at a can of Cope. They'd performed perfectly, from Derricks and his suppressing fire up to the new guy who'd jumped onto the flanking team without complaint. He smiled to himself, the gesture not quite reaching his eyes, then dug a generous pinch of tobacco from the can and shoved it unceremoniously into his lower lip.

"Good work, killers," he said, maneuvering the tobacco into position with his tongue and tucking the can away before joining them in their work. Moments later he'd collected an AK and several magazines for himself, tucking the mags into his cargo pockets. He still had a few magazines for his M16, but more rounds was a burden he was happy to carry.

"Good to go, Sarge. Prick didn't get touched."

Ryan looked over at Hoffman and nodded, reaching out to slap him on the shoulder.

"Good. Nice shootin' there, Private." He gestured to the rest of his men. "That goes for all of you. Well done. Keep fightin' like this and we'll get home just fine. Saw worse shit in Korea; these Cong ain't got shit on Chinese troops. We can handle 'em."

As he stooped to check another body Ryan caught a flash of Army-issue green, peeking from behind a tree, and he swore as he recognized the second of the new arrivals to his little band of survivors. The big medic lay face down. Ryan grimaced as he turned the body over; a bullet had pierced the front of the big man's helmet, deforming before it entered his skull. There was a fist-sized hole in the back of his head.

"Son of a bitch…" Ryan sighed, hanging his head, then reached into the man's fatigues and fished out his dogtags, snapping the chain and tucking them into his breast pocket. He wished they could recover the body, but that simply wasn't feasible. A dead man was heavy, especially one as big as this, and it would slow them down. He quickly gathered the man's ammunition and grenades, and paused for a moment looking at his rifle. Everyone already had weapons, and bringing another one would just mean one more thing to carry. At the same time, he was loathe to leave it behind where it would help the enemy. Ryan settled for removing the bolt, shoving it into his pack, then picked up the doc's med bag and looped it over one shoulder.

He stood and turned to his men.

"Doc's dead," he said simply, his voice subdued. He tossed his gear on the ground in front of the men, keeping a magazine and grenade for himself. "Share this out. I'll carry his bag. Trap a Cong or two, if you like, but leave the doc's body alone. I won't blow apart one of our dead, not even to kill a few Vietnamese."

Ryan spit a thick stream of tobacco juice onto the ground and turned away, leaving his men to it. He let them work for a few moments more, brooding in silence, then waved them over.

"Alright. We need to get a move on." He nodded at the other tall newcomer, the Irishman. "I'm Sergeant First Class Davis. Welcome to the shit show. The others you can get acquainted with on the move, we ain't got time for introductions. Good work pitching in when the shit was hot, though. The rest of you; we're heading the same direction we were before. Gotta find that river, and try to locate a village or something else we can pinpoint our location off of. I'll take point this round. Barnes, Derricks, Hoffman, put yourselves in the middle like last time. Pope, you take the rear with the new cat and Dodgers. Hoffman, I want you making calls every few minutes. Scan through the frequencies, try and get us in touch with anyone American. Then sound off to me if somebody picks up. Fall in, and let's move 'em out."

Without another word, Ryan set off into the jungle. He moved quickly but carefully, eyes sweeping for hidden dangers.

[User]
The new SMG had some sort of green finish on it, and a dead simple safety; you pulled the bolt back and snugged it up into a slot for it. The whole thing was a damn tube, everything real simple. Light and handy.

He had plenty of magazines for it via the supply services of zapped Charlie, and that's what counted. When the Sarge announced that one of their own was zapped and to share out the guy's equipment, he just watched with impassive eyes -- seen a motherfucker wasted in the bush once, and he'd probably see it again before he damn well died. He wanted a Newport, but this was Charlie's bad bush, and he'd heard legends about how the Cong could smell that smoke from a long way off. It probably didn't matter with the gunpowder going, but Barnes found that he was fuckin' well quitting here. All around was Charlie's bush, and he could feel the eyes on the back of his neck. Green everywhere, big ass hills and Charlie. If he weren't fighting for his life, he could grow to appreciate the scenery-- this was something you couldn't get in the goddamn Bronx. It was just too bad that it was Uncle Sam's tour and the guides had AK-47's.

When the Sarge said to trap a Cong, he got the feeling that he was speaking directly to Buck, who had learned how to do that. He didn't waste his own grenades, and used the Russian type the Cong carried instead. There wasn't all the time in the world, but he carefully set it up so the men with the most gear still on them were trapped, making recovering the equipment perilous.

Even so, there was a moment to make an observation to Bobby, quietly, "Yo man, all these VC man, it's only a matter of time before they get wise to us and really start to pile on the numbers."

Buck didn't have to like their chances in this situation, he just had to keep doing whatever he could to try and make it out alive. Life was sweet, and he didn't want to die in Charlie's fuckin' bush in goddamn Vietnam with boom-boom time on R&R in Subic so close he could taste it.

[Assistant]
Tommy stood up, having collected enough magazines to last for a while. As he turned around, he saw the Sergeant down near a body, he looked over, and then the sergeant stood back up, "Doc's dead," he told everybody.

Thomas couldn't believe what he had been told, "Shit," he said, "How did we not..." Tommy didn't finish his sentence, he couldn't continue speaking. He got out a cigarette from his pack and put it up to his lips, lighting it up and taking a deep breath.

After people had gone through the doc's stuff, Tommy followed his cigarette, throwing it down to the ground, trying to focus on getting out alive.

[User]
"Good. Nice shootin' there, Private."

Chris jerked his head in a nod at the Sergeant's praise. For a moment he thought that Davis meant his execution of the wounded VC but he realized he meant in the firefight. Breathing out, he relaxed slightly, the young private watching the others gather the goods. God, he wanted a cigarette, even better one of the joints he had secreted among the menthol Kools. Mellowing out sounded good after the mad rush of adrenaline but they still had a long way to go. As he took a drink from his canteen he heard the Sarge's announcement of the Doc's death.

He sighed, putting away his water to resist drinking it all. Chris looked at the body of the big man, it seemed so much more real than the scattered corpses of the enemy. Poor dude bought it. Chris felt a moment of relief, that it had not been him. No bullet had his name on it during that fight. Taking off his helmet, he rubbed a hand through his sweaty hair. Glancing at the others he could see the strain in their faces but he was glad to be with them. Everyone seemed to have their shit wired tight and he was the most cherry of them all. With Davis leading them, they could make it out of this green hell, maybe even by the end of the day.

At the orders, he fell in line behind Davis, grateful to finally be allowed to use the radio. With a grin, he set his helmet back in place, hooking the M-16 over his shoulder as he began to check frequencies. Static hissed and clicked but nothing was caught, it could be the jungle. Chris fussed with the antenna while he walked, but none of the presets worked.

"Bummer," he said, hearing nothing he could zero in on as he checked the channels. "Might be outta range, Sarge. Or too low."

Chris had a long range antenna and could attach it though it would make him a nice target. It had a range of 18 miles and could deal with the elevation better than the standard short range. His battery was still good and he kept spares in an ammo can. The handset always worried him though, the surfer kept it wrapped in plastic, rubberbanded at the bottom to keep the moisture out of the sensitive microphone. Listening to the squeaks and white noise, Chris reached back to get the long antenna out.

[Assistant]
Dodge grimaced for a moment. Hearing that the Doc was dead. Awful shit. It had been a good day, until they'd been shot down. It was one thing being on a search and destroy mission, but this was just survival and evasion. The Congs were everywhere, like white on rice. It was worse than the wild west out here. And the heat... sure they were in the shade but there was no air, and the jungle was like a thick, hot sauna that they probably weren't getting out of anytime soon.

As traps were laid and the Doc's things were shared out, Dodge stayed on security detail, watching the jungle, serving as vanguard, ready for another attack. As the Sergeant called for them to get on the move, he formed back up at the ass-end again. Staying silent... Everybody else wanted to talk, make noise, smoke a cigarette. Dodgers kept his mouth shut, listening for the Cong he knew would be coming. That firefight could have been heard for miles, and they were already hunted.

As they moved out, he pulled his magazine out, checking it over, then put it back in. They had a long way to go, he was pretty sure, and there would be more shooting. More killing. He'd already put down six by his estimation for the day, since they'd crashed. Probably not as high as some, but he wasn't about to push his luck too much, otherwise it would run out.

He could feel sweat trickling down his back now. Under the rotors of the choppers, a hundred feet in the air there had been plenty of wind to help cool him off. Even back home in the semi-arid desert of the Texas Panhandle, there was enough air most days, a breeze most of the time, to cut off the sweat, and the humidity was low enough in thie hottest months to make it bearable. Here it was the same kind of temperatures, but there was no evaporation, so no cooling... no wind. The jungle was suffocatingly hot. At least he had it better than some of the boys in the unit, being used to hot.

As they walked, he continued to follow the footsteps of the others, walking where they walked as best he could, keeping an eye out for Two Step snakes and cobras, tripwires and pitfalls while keeping one eye and one ear out for signs of pursuit, listening for the telltale sounds of one of their parting gifts being set off. He kept a watchful eye for ghostly figures moving in the hazy sunbeams of light and mist when he could.

[User]
"-- I swear to god, man, mamma-san had a dick bigger than mine. When I saw that shit, I got out there ricky fucking tick. First and last time I'll go into a Saigon whorehouse."

Bobby finished his story and exhaled cigarette smoke as they humped it through the jungle in formation with the rest of the squad. He'd bummed a Newport off Buck on the promise he'd pay him back when they got to camp. Even though he lost his sidearm during the crash, Bobby had managed to keep his aviators and wore them on his face as they walked. The revolver tucked in his waistband was purely from hunger, but it'd do. He did a quick rundown of the ammo left for the pig and wasn't too optimistic about what might happen if they stayed in the bush through tonight and tomorrow.


[System]
Nickname(s):

Thunder, Thund'ah, McQueen, Ms. McQueen, The Thunderbolt.

Gender:

Female

Quote:

"I was thinking about why I choose to race, and I know why. It's because life is hard, and it's nice to go escape and have a good time. If I can give others hope, love, and a future, then I've done my job".

Voiced By:

Reese Witherspoon (in her younger days)

Theme Song:

Occupation:

- Street-Racing Champion (on parole; retired) -

- Rookie Sports Racer (as "World Prix" replacement) -

Relatives/Relationships:

- Lightning McQueen (older brother; teammate).
- Luigi & Guido (pit crew; tire managers; teammates).
- Fillmore & Sarge (fuel managers; teammates).
- Mater (friend; crew chief; teammate).
- Mack (friend; teammate).
- Lewis (friend; former agent).
- Sally Carrera, Finn McMissile, Holley Shiftwell (friends).
- Jackson Storm, Chick Hicks, Francesco Bernoulli (racing rivals).
- Radio Macintosh (racing rival/crush).

Type of Car:

Lykan Hypersport

Top Recorded Speed:

245 Miles Per Hour, 395 Kilometers Per Hour

Acceleration:

0 to 62 miles per hour in under 2.8 seconds

Type of Engine:

3.7L Twin-Turbo F6

Horsepower:

770

Transmission:

6 Speed Sequential Manual

Personality:

Thunder is a strong-willed yet spunky car, who makes sure to always be fair and embrace who she is. On account, she is a lover of adrenaline, and a car of surprising strength, speed, and agility. An avid athlete, her experience in racing has made her become more wary of others' needs and faults, as she is also very observant. Despite her struggle on being a pacifist, Thunder can get passionate and rather hot-headed whenever a nerve is struck, or whenever things don't go her way. She usually vessels this trait towards following "automobile" rights, to the point of being respectful to other automobile types, including lemons and rusty cars.

Thunder is all about female empowerment, and the social inclusion of all-female cars, which highly influenced her decision to step into the world of racing. Even though she was extremely outnumbered by the males, she gives it her all to enjoy herself in the thrill of competition.

Distinguishable Traits:

- She greatly resembles a 2017 Lykan Hypersport Supercar, one of the first, highly-performed sports cars in the Middle East.

- She shares a few traits with Lightning McQueen, like his Southern accent, signature baby-blue eyes, as well as the race number 95.

- Has an extremely-tough but luxurious, titanium/carbon-fibered body, with choppy-impressioned shapes and lines from her front and sides, along with a sliced, sharp bottom-edge upon her rear.

- She is one of the first cars to have 220 diamonds embedded in the blades of her LED headlights.

- There is also a massive vent just at the back of each wheel for reduced air pressure, giving her better control over her driving.

[User]
Zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom!

"That sound..."

Zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom!

"That sound..."

Zoom, zoom!

"That's the sound of one thing..."

Whrrrr....!

"Speed... the one trait I hear everyday"

Whrrr! Whrr!

"It's been a normal thing for us. But obstacles were the phobia... a phobia that can take over, and drive you into the pits..."

Whrrr... bam!

"This fear... can flip the ride over, and never spin back up again. This isn't my story..."

Zoom! Zoom! Zoom!"

"This is about two cars, who are willing to bring in the storm"

The story title appears before the audience...

[Assistant]
"What you see is what you get. I am just a car who loves adventure. That's why I joined the World Grand Prix. Wait a minute, I feel like I am going off in a digression here. You're supposed to be focused, Radio! Not going off in a digression!" Radio said, talking to himself. He wasn't sure if anyone else could hear him, but he tried to think about he was heard talking or not.

With a sigh, Radio tried to force himself to say silent. He didn't need other cars thinking that he was a mental lug nut case, if they didn't think that already. He looked around, his emerald green eyes scanning the area. None of his teammates were around at the present moment, and Radio assumed that they were probably off doing interviews or something like that. He knew that it was an possibility of himself being interviewed later on, since he was a replacement for another car who just injured. Radio didn't know the car that he was supposed to replace as he was never really told a name. All he was told was that he was replacing a car, and that it wasn't Lightning McQueen.

"So, who IS replacing Lightning McQueen?"  Radio found himself wondering yet again. As far as he knew, Lightning McQueen didn't have anyone to take his number for the World Grand Prix. He admitted to himself that he could be wrong, and that the media as well as his own teammates were hiding something from him. It wouldn't have been the first time that his teammates did something along those lines to him, and Radio didn't exactly trust the media completely.

[User]
Today was the day. The day where she finally convinced her brother to accept in taking his place for the World Grand Prix. Back in Miami, where she would usually take over the streets, she eventually got herself caught, and forced to retire the street-life after being put on parole. Interestingly, even after Thunder left the streets, her name as "champion" would continue to ring in the air from other cars. Especially, female ones. So, she had to say goodbye to her agent Lewis, but she was more than willing to stay in contact with him if she ever felt lonely. That's not to say that she didn't want to talk to her new friends, but still, there are some in the world who are closer to her than others. Plus, it was Lewis' idea to reside with her brother until she gets her life together, after receiving parole.

But then, Thunder personally decided to stay after Lightning got into an accident in his last race. For the past few months, she had been working on their relationship, since they've gone astray during their teenage years and, as a result, they manage to do some brother-sister time, in order to try and grow closer. So far, they're making good progress. Driving into the party hall within Tokyo, it was one of those moments where her paint actually shined, with the dimmed, colorful lights reflecting off of the surface. She did have to get it polished before attending the pre-event, otherwise she wouldn't make a very appealing first impression.

[Assistant]
"Look at that car!" Radio heard somebody say to another car nearby. He had a feeling that the car who spoke wasn't talking about him, but he decided to make a cocky reply. After all, who didn't like the glowing blue Ford Mustang logo that was on his grill? Not to mention the glowing blue stripes that went over his hood, over his roof and down the rear part of him.

"Who doesn't like glowing paint with lights in it?" Radio replied, pretending not to notice Jet's look of disapproval that was directed at him.

The car who had spoken first looked back Radio.

"Not you. I was talking about the female car currently with Lightning McQueen over there." The car replied before driving off, leaving Lightning McQueen and the other cars that were with him in plain view of Radio. Lightning McQueen appeared to be talking, but he wasn't in Radio's earshot, so Radio couldn't hear what was being said.

"I barely recognize Lightning McQueen in primer." Radio thought as he watched the older racecar.

[User]
Thunder gave her best smile to the people who've managed to surround her and Lightning. There was nothing strange about the fans and the media surrounding them to get the "behind the scenes" of any celebrity. Her brother couldn't drive as fast as he had been, before the accident. The mechanics had to tell him to take it easy, and not drive at high speeds for a few months, since his driving monitors somehow got ruptured, leading him to get into a very nasty crash. If he ever needed help getting around, Thunder or Sally was there to accompany him.

After a few weeks, she could still remember that day like it was still recent, and very significant. It was when he tried to make a left turn, until he suddenly slammed into a wall, and tumbled across the track. She was one of the first to drive out onto the track to reach him. Of course, Thunder races towards him, but couldn't any closer, due to the authorities and personnel holding her and her friends back. Being able to stand next to him now, remarkably alive, left the day into becoming a rather traumatic one to remember.

It almost made her frown on the spot, but she had to keep her focus intact; Thunder became eager for this, in the first place. So, she kept her smile small.


[System]
Human appearance:
True appearance:
Equipment:Black armor, broken heart and mind.
Role:Offense.
Power:Shadowstep, shadowmeld (can teleport through darkness, and fade into darkness at will.)
Weapons and tools:Scythe of Souls, can safely store human souls for later release into the afterlife, Axe of Vengeance, used to punish those who upset the balance.
How do you view Humans?:To save humanity, I must give it something to fight against, to fight for. They must earn their survival.
Other:I know that I may die for my way of living, but it must be done.

[User] He looks up at the sounds of screams. A fight? He runs in the direction of the screaming, and sees a massive rift, and the expelled holy and unholy warriors in battle. He grins, and flings himself at a Demon, dragging it into the shadows. It roars and screams at him, and he ducks it's claws and pitchfork. "What lured you all here, I wonder?" He sees the other Protector, and stiffens. His eyes burst into flame, and he growls deep in his throat. The demon lunges at him, and he flies backwards from the impact, taking the demon with him.

[Assistant] Once all of the humans were gone, he brandished his sword and made quick work of a few Demons, and some Angels. He knew that there were more pouring out, and he wasn't enough to hold them back. Then he saw the Rule Breaker... He was never so relieved to see another Protector. He continued to cut down those in front of him. This sword has saved his life and others many times, and he almost prayed that it would continue that trend. An Angel lunged at him, which was followed by a gruesome scene of Athe brutally ripping the Angels wings off, then proceeding to break its neck with its own wings. Fun times.

[User] He continues fighting the massive demons, leaving the angels for Athe. Every swing of his weapons sends a enemy flying, and he finally manages to carve a path to Athe. Unlike Athe, he isn't concerned if a few mortals get hurt. He swings his axe around him with practiced ease, and fights to the portal itself. He stands at the gate, his axe and scythe blocking the weapon of a Archdemon, trying to hold it in the portal. "You huff need to die!" He twists, flipping it over in the portal, and slams his scythe into the demon's chest. The blade glows red, and the demon vanishes.

[Assistant] "Don't tire yourself out." He shouts to the other Protector as he continues to slash the Angels. He begins pushing forward becoming more creatively brutal with each kill. He eventually gets next to the Rule Breaker. He stands and hacks away at the Angels coming towards him. "JUST DIE ALREADY!" He shouts as he tears an Angel in half, using the two halves of the Angel to kill other Angels.

[User] He turns, his eyes not recognizing the other Protector for a moment. "You're....helping me? I thought you were just going to let them kill me." He tosses his axe at a angle, and it bounces, spinning into the battle. It flies around of its own accord, slashing and hacking at anything that gets too close. He grins. "Tire myself out? This is why I exist! War! You should duck."

[Assistant] While he ducked, as instructed. He looked back at him. "Didn't I tell you that I needed help? Why would I pass up the opportunity?" He said with a laugh as he continued to fight the intruders off. "Just don't hurt yourself... Or me." He spoke as he pushed closer to the rift, closing the distance so that he was the first, and last, thing that the monstrosities saw when they crossed over.

[User] The axe hurdles over his head, inches from giving him a haircut, and into his outstretched hand. He slashes his scythe though the opening, and the rift ripples, then blows apart. He nods to him, and sighs. "I figured you'd let me die, or kill me, during the fight so you could say your job was done. Clearly I was wrong. Thank you." He holds out a hand to shake. "Allies?"

[Assistant] As he watches the rift disperse, he turns to the Protector, and shakes his hand. "Allies. Now, let's figure out what happened to our other allies. If anyone asks, the Rule Breaker left the city." He says as he picks up his sword, and wipes the blood off of it. The Angel and Demon bodies began to dissipate. "This is going to be a pain to explain to the Vendors..."

[User] He shrugs. "Then don't. Say when you got there, the Rule Breaker had already finished and left. However, if I go with you, they'll know it's me. I openly left and attacked humans. So what should we do about that? And why do the Vendors think they're so high and mighty? They're not the ones out here getting dirty, doing the fighting."

[Assistant] "Well then I'll defend you. You valiantly saved Humans, while sacrificing yourself. We're a team. The only reason that I'm worried about the Vendors, is because they are the ones who clean up behind us. They also provide us with equipment and resources. So I try to stay on their good side." He says as he looks around. A short man walks out of a corner store, obviously one of the Vendors. He shouts to the Protectors, "You guys make this mess? Do you need anything? Store's open."

[User] He runs a finger on the edge of his axe, and frowns. Shaking his head sadly, he mutters, "Why must we rely on humans?" Then responding to the Vendor, he says, "Yes, my good man. Would you have a sharpening stone in your possession? My blades are dreadfully dull." He walks up to him, while putting his axe and scythe away.

[Assistant] "Because it's our job." He says as he walks into the Vendors shop. The Vendor perks up, "Yes! Sharpening stones are in the back, use as you need!" He says as he walks back into his shop, opening a door into a back room and leaving it open. "Take what you need, I'll get the streets cleaned."

[User] He picks one up, letting the steady rhythm of the stone rasping over his blade calm him. He looks around the room curiously, and glances out the window. "How many vendors have ever seen a Protector's true form? This is the first time I've talked with a Vendor, truth be told." His human disguse flickers, showing his true form. He doesn't seem to notice, and continues sharpening his blades.

[Assistant] "Vendors are used to us. They know all about us." Athe says as he sits in the corner, relaxing. "You have nothing to worry about. They don't care about how we work, only that we do out job. We keep them safe, they provide us with what we need." He sets his sword down beside him, and looks at the wall. "Besides that, they work as normal humans, running a business and doing what they can to survive." After a minute, Athe begins remembering all of the Vendors that he's met over the years. So many different Humans and Refugees that sided with them, to protect the humans. He remembered one specifically, she was a fallen Angel that decided to live among the humans, to help them however she could. He wondered about where she was now, or if she was even still alive.

[User] "Refugees from what? The war, or something else?" He taps his finger thoughtfully. "What makes humans different than other animals? And why do we fight both the Demons, and the Angels? Shouldn't you just pick a side to fight for? What are they fighting for?" He paces around the room. "Sorry for all the questions, this is the first time I've been able to talk with someone who wasn't trying to do me in."

[Assistant] "Most are refugees of the war. Angels and Demons that never wanted to fight. They just want to live in peace, and some don't want to live at all... But they make it through." He said, sitting forward. "Humans were hand crafted by God and The Devil. Their perfect creation. All the other animals were formed through Evolution. But Humans were crafted to never experience Evolution." He then stood up, stretching. "Ever since the Humans were created, there's been a war about who the Humans should be loyal to. The Devil wants them to carry out his destruction. God wants them to praise him forever. When Humans chose Neither, the two forces went into an all out war to try to force the Humans to one side. That's where the Protectors come in. No one knows who the first was. We don't pick a side, because we protect the Humans freedom to choose. Honestly, I don't know why we still do it. I don't question it. All I know is that I am a Protector, and I know what I was meant to do." He then picks up his sword, and sets it on a table, inspecting the handle.

[User] "I'm meant to fight, but that means I'm also doomed to die for what I believe in. At the moment I am untouchable, because if I'm attacked, innumerable humans will die. Why do you even care? What have they ever done for you that you couldn't do for yourself?" He spins his axe in one hand, the other tracing the small ruins in his axe. He doesn't seem to notice the Vendor in the room. He looks around the room, his eyes....lost. "My only purpose is to fight, to destroy. What else am I supposed to do?"

[Assistant] "Humans taught me what creation never could. Humans have showed me that nothing is too big to overcome. They taught me hope. I choose to fight because I want to protect that hope." He says as he begins wrapping the handle in leather. The Vendor walks in, "The streets are clean. I will say, you two are the only Protectors that I have seen in a long time. I do hope that you stick around, or bring your friends back." He then walks to the counter and begins work as normal.

[User] He shakes his head. "The only thing I've ever gotten is fear and rejection. But what do you expect when you're an exterminator, an outcast. A mistake. A broken, demented, creacher?" He sighs, laying his axe across his lap. "The only times I've ever interacted with humans was during war. What is my purpose, if not to fight?" His eyes glow softly orange.

[Assistant] "Well, you're not exactly the friendly type. You're only broken, because you let yourself stay that way." Athe says as he begins sharpening his sword. "Anything that is broken can be fixed. You just have to want to fix it." The sound of the stone against the metal is calming to Athe. "If fear and rejection is met with hate and violence, then nothing will change. You have to show them that you are more than a monster... Even if that's exactly what we are."

[User] He shakes his head. "But all I am is a monster." He looks up, his eyes blazing. The faint sounds of screams of pain and fear come from his helmet, and scenes of incredible violence flicker in his eyes. "My only purpose is to fight. Without it, what am I?" His scythe and axe begin echoing the wails and screams in his eyes. "This is the only reason I exist, to fight."

[Assistant] "Friend." He says as he stops. "Take off your helmet." He slowly turns to look at him. "Release the pain and anger that you have kept inside. Violence is spawned from anger, pain, and fear. Just like the Humans, there is only so much that we can bear emotionally. You must learn how to release, to let go."

[User] He sighs, and the helmet shimmers away, showing his true nature, a being of pure rage and battle. His white hot eyes stare at Athe in sad confusion. "How can I let go, if I feel it from everything surrounding me? My only purpose is to fight, to give humans, and Protectors, something to take their emotional turmoil out on, to prove their worth against. I am essentially a living target. What is there to let go? Without my battle fever, what am I?"

[Assistant] "There is so much that you don't understand. Everyone has the ability to change, yet few do." He says as he leans against the table. "You are a Protector. You must let go of the rage. You must put in an effort to change." He begins fixing the bandages on his arms. "Everyone can change. You just have to try."

[User] "It's not that. I was literally created to fight humans. My scythe is designed to capture human souls, and my axe is for personal protection from other Protectors. Do you know what happened the last time I tried to give up my rage? I tried to help someone, but my help inadvertently has caused millions of human deaths. No matter who I side with, many humans will die. So why not stay on my own? I'm cursed anyway, why would I want to help one side of the war over the other?" AS he talks, his weapons glow and whisper in a strange language.

[Assistant] "Well. Use that. There are many humans that, unfortunately, know of us, and don't like us. They actively work to undermine everything that we stand for." He says as he goes back to sharpening his sword. "Almost sounds like a Bounty Hunter... Huh."

[User] "Bounty hunters going up against a literal army of nigh immortal beings? Sounds like the line of work for a fool. Does this mean that I get to hunt them down and destroy them?" His eyes shine with battle fever. "I need to fight something. If I'm not fighting, I get angry, and I take it out on anything around me."

[Assistant] "Remember your job. Don't get too excited." He says with a small laugh. "We're still Protectors." He finished sharpening his sword. "Calm yourself."

[User] He looks up, his eyes orbs of flame. "You don't understand. I really, really, need to fight something right now." He is visibly shaking.


[System]
Gender: Female
Age: 24
Class: Sanctioned Psyker

Psyker Power
Divination & Telekinesis are her main fields of psychic talent, but she also possesses two other abilities such as Smite and Storm of Lightning, as well as a rudimentary form of mental communication. Does not possess any noteworthy healing abilities, and she is just as likely to send someone to the warp as she is to heal a minor scratch.

Appearance:

7ft tall, pale skin and snow white hair. Sturdy and heavy frame, but still retains her feminine figure despite adhering to a strict physical training regime.

The base of her outfit consist of a simple yet elastic skin tight jumpsuit in dark brown color that is capable of withstanding the vacuum of space as well as provide a decent protection against the elements, though offers little protection versus physical threats. Overlayed on top is a series of armaplas plates that form a chestguard, cuisses, knee-high boots, shoulderpads and gloves stretching back and up to her elbows where they form into a sharp point. They offer good locational protection, especially from the front, but leave her jumpsuit exposed in other places, particularly from her lower back and down to the back of her knees where her boots cover both sides of her ankles. The plates are polished to a light gray color, and almost look like silver. The surface is covered with a series of intricate design and artwork in typical imperial fashion, featuring numerous flutes and ridges across the plates, as well as a couple skull imprints. Above her armor she wears a satin blue silk cloak that hangs down from the back of her left shoulder, as well as a silk loincloth hanging from the front of her belt of similar color. Thrown sideways around her torso is a series of books and scrolls attached by chain.

Running up along the spine of her chestguard is a refractor field generator built into the plate itself, taking form of a small generator emitting a series of horizontal, blue lights up along the back of the chestplate, and shaped much like a human skeletal spine. When activated, a faint, blue and almost invisible barrier appears around her figure. Her helmet is made out of the same material as that of her armor, and it takes the form of a gothic plated helmet, with a narrow but wide blue glass visor and a longer neck guard extending out behind her helmet. Two plastic tubes are attached to a rebreather device at the bottom mouth piece of her helmet, that stretch out on each side of her neck and down into a small, highly pressurized air tank built into the back of her chestguard.

Her boots are magnetic, and her entire suit when worn enables her to survive in space, and also provides immunity to most chemical and biological attacks. She carries enough oxygen to last for almost an hour.

Equipment:

Main Weapon: Her primary weapon is a two handed power-weapon in the form of an oversized saber with a sleek blade and an extended handle which doubles as a psyker staff, and adorned with sigils, trinkets, technological gadgets and inscriptions. She often uses her weapon in conjunction with her telekinetic powers to amplify its destructive potential.

Calisto. Plasma Pistol.

Ceremonial Dagger. In essence, just a normal albeit flashy dagger with an adorned handle. Typically only carried for show, but is sharp enough to slice through unprotected skin with ease, and small enough to be concealed without much problem.

Refractor Field. Description under Appearance.

2x Servo-Skulls: Familiars. Mostly used to store events, data, recordings and scrolls and provide reconnaissance.

Character trait: Haunted. Through past deeds, Adrianne has had the great misfortune of gaining the personal attention of an entity in the warp that now stalks her from the other side. Whether this is because of revenge, amusement, desire or hunger; the entity's attention leads to danger for anyone around Adrianne, whether friend or foe; and this danger is in direct relation to the weakness of the barrier between the physical world and the immaterium. Of course, Adrianne would never admit to this; because something like this could _never_ happen to a talented psyker as herself!

Guide – Saved a band of arbiters from the underworld of a hive world during an uprising by using her powers of divination to avoid the roaming mobs and gangs and reached safety without incident. Not a single shot was fired during their escape.

Fireteam – During an Ork incursion, she helped a fireteam of six guardsmen hold off a much larger band of orks after their sergeant was injured through using her powers of divination to guide their fire, turning what had been originally green recruits into seemingly crack shots. Any Ork that left its cover was immediately put down from long range, and when they mounted a frenzied charge together, they didn't make it more than halfway across the field to the trenches before they were wiped out by precision fire.

Warpstorm over Mordran V - Adrianne was assigned to aid the planetary imperial garrison with culling a lesser greenskin uprising, assisting local Imperial Guard and Sisters of Battle forces with the purging when a warpstorm suddenly appeared over the otherwise peaceful colony world of Mordran V. Trapped on the planet, Adrianne found herself fighting for survival alongside her imperial guard as Chaos Ships appeared in orbit, and unleashed a ferocious invasion of the planet! Though the warpstorm only lasted for two weeks, by the time it had lifted, Mordran V had been transformed from a lush, promising garden world into a lifeless, daemon-infested hellscape, with most of its original population killed except for a few imperial strongholds that managed to weather the storm. Her experience from Mordran V would change Adrianne forever. What had been a cautious girl that had stepped onto the planet would instead emerge a seemingly reckless with little to no restraint on her powers!

[User]
Medaira innocently tilted her head at the demoness that completely ignored her. Her eyes impassively stared at the hologram that vanished into nothingness as holograms did and her eyes narrowed for just a moment." Eventually..." She chirped innocently and happily yet her eyes were passionate about something and maybe a few hundreds of ideas ran through her mind." I will make her 'smile'~ from ear to ear. And relieve her from that weight on her chest... Need scalpels for when we meet her again... and a surgery manual... yes...yes! " She whistled.

 Her head turned slowly towards the door and cocked to the side with a gleeful look as they burst open. Medaira's hand right away snapped forward as she started unloading shot after shoot at the smaller chaos critters, while her eyes were locked at the bigger one. Her servo head that was in the air was already making a line across the ceiling and as the psyker forced the things into place, halting their advance, the flying head just dropped the frag right at the head of the most center one." Gifts for one and all~" She sang as one of her mechadendrites pulled another frag from somewhere on her robes and with a snap movement she tossed it at the chaos entities too, her power axe held in place by her other mechadendrites. She kept the servo head in strategic distance above the Chaos Spawn's head, it had a sonic weapon she planned to unleash at the right moment from right beside it's head.

 Between the frags and the firepower of the entire team, she was running calculations on possible outcomes of the situation. Her next course of action was to confirm the state of the entrance they used to get here. Initially she wanted to bring the dome down, but sadly a dome like this was among the more sturdy possible constructions so to bring it down it would take more than a few frags. It might even survive a proper bombardment after all. Still her head turned back to the danger at hand, leaving the servo head to observe the flanks from it's altitude as she swung her power axe in her other hand and focusing on firing her boltgun.

[Assistant]
As soon as the first of the five Horrors of Tzeentch had been cut in half by Celestian Andromedai's Phase Sword, the others seemed to immediately adapt. A carapace formed upon them and they moved more rapidly upon the ground, a clear attempt to gain any form of advantage. Little did they know though, the retinue was just as adaptable to the changes that were happening before them. The second horror charged at Stukov and was swiftly blown into pieces that disintegrated into ash due to his shotguns blessed rounds, effectively stopping the horror where it stood for good. At the same time, Cole fired off precision shots at the horrors that hounded the retinue, though it was Adrianne's warp ability that effectively helped bring the lesser threat to an end. With the powers of the warp, the horrors were grouped up and slowed down to the point of where it seemed as if they were standings still, then blown into small pieces beyond recognition, thanks to Medaira and the well placed grenade that had been dropped on top of them.

Unfortunately, the Chaos Spawn had grown weary of merely observing from the rear of the battle, and now felt it was an appropriate time to move forward and begin it's assault upon the retinue. Celestian Andromedai was the first to raise her weapon and fire upon the hulking abomination, and while her rounds seemed to strike the Chaos Spawn, it appeared unphased by any damage it was taking. Unlike the horrors that had charged into the field of battle, the horror merely walked forward then bent down upon its front legs as if it was going to pounce but instead shot forth a hail of razor sharp quills. These quills fired at the retinue as a whole, and Celestian Andromedai found that they had the strength to disrupt even her Rosarius's conversion field emitter. One of the quills even managed to break through, and pierce into the Sister of Battles armor, though thankfully it did not puncture any skin.

In the middle of the fight, the retinues coms would activate, and Aviza's voice would be heard, even over the roars of rage that emitted from the Chaos Spawn. "Celestian Andromedai and retinue." began Aviza, though was quickly cut off from Andromedai who was not having any form of outside interruption at the moment. "Not now Aviza, we are in the middle of a situation!" said Andromedai, though Aviza was being persistent and started again. "There's a situation here as..." this time, Celestian Andromedai raised her voice, almost yelling at Aviza, who finely backed down, "Not now, Chaos Spawn!" The coms fell silent, and Celestian Andromedai fired another volley of heavy bolter rounds at the Chaos spawn who still shrugged off the attacks.

[User]
Stukov silently thanked the Throne that the buckshot tore apart the Horror he'd fired on, seeing the fast work of the rest of the team clean up the horrors in rather short order. Especially the combination of psyker powers and judicious application of grenades. Still, that left the Chaos Spawn that seemed to no longer be content simply lingering and trying to look menacing, instead choosing to engage. The armsman was ready to charge it when he saw it crouch down, and then launch a volley of these quill things at the retinue as a whole. Given his closer proximity, Stukov had little recourse but to shield his vitals and pray. He grunted in pain as his left arm was turned into a pincushion, the flak armor under the greatcoat's sleeves doing little to protect against the attack compared to what it was designed to work against, and he could feel one in the meat of his thigh as well as one that was scraping against his stomach, that had punched in at an angle through the carapace armor and nearly impaled him in the gut as well. He tried to reach down to rip that quill out of the armor, but he realized the naval pistol was quite literally pinned to his hand at the moment, rendering pretty much his entire left arm useless. Great.

 He couldn't work a pump action shotgun one handed, and the quill that left the naval pistol stuck to his hand probably ruined the magazine well as well, meaning he likely only had a few shots left in it assuming it worked at all still. That left the chainsword and using the pistol as a bludgeon. Either way he couldn't easily evade another volley of those quills and he raised the chainsword as he stormed forward in the wake of the attack, weapon roaring to life as he charged its left side, his injuries plainly evident as he engaged on the side that didn't have the large, hulking pincer, looking to kill the thing as fast as he could as he engaged it with the only weapons he had left to him. Getting its attention would let the others focus on bringing the thing down, and then they could worry about whatever it was that was being a problem that Sis tried to get a hold of them over. He'd dropped any pretenses of trying to speak further, teeth gritted in anger, and in pain, as he focused his efforts on assaulting the Spawn with chainsword and faith.

[Assistant]
The tingling sensation of Adrianne's psychic powers had urged her to take cover behind one of the pillars, and she was happy she did when the fiend's quills shot out across the room like a hail of flachettes ripping through furniture, daemon remains and taking chunks out of the pillar she had been hiding behind!

"That thing is armored like a tank!"

Adrianne exclaimed as she watched the bolter rounds bounce off the creature's carapace and do little more than leave a few dents and cracks. If they were going to take this thing down, they would need something on the level of a heavy bolter or be able to find its weakspot!

On the bright side, it also occurred to Adrianne that she had just the thing for this issue.

"Medaira!" Adrianne called out, before pulling one of the two krak grenades from her belt and throwing it towards the tech priestess - allowing her psychic powers to lift the grenade mid-throw and carry it the rest of the way to Medaira.
"We need it on the warpspawn before Stukov manages to fulfill his duty to the emperor!"

Adrianne called out to Medaira, as the roughly cube-shaped anti-tank grenade slid into Medaira's hands/mechadendrites/recepticles.

Privately, a part of Adrianne's more sensible psyche inquired about the wisdom of handing out such a high grade explosive to a clearly unstable character like Medaira. But another, more reckless part of Adrianne's sub-psyche argued that if anyone knew how to wield an explosive properly, it would be the explosive-obsessed tech priestess. If anything, Medaira couldn't possibly make the situation any worse than it already was! Well, unless she accidentally managed to hit Stukov with the krak grenade.

The Psyker made a mental note to steer clear of Medaira's line of fire and watch for any errant anti-tank grenades.