[System]
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Race: Human

Weapon: Unlike the majority of Hunters that dwell the broken world of Remnant, Gratia wields two, separate and completely distinct weapons due to her poverty, which has prevented her from obtaining more advanced weaponry. She wields a dull, grey mameluke sabre named Valens, furnished simply with the imprint of her emblem on its hilt. It is utilised alongside her other weapon, an automatic carbine named Valentinian, black and silver and also light enough to be used with one hand.

She also owns an SUV that she acquired from a mafia family after a mission.

Specialty: Capable of dealing with enemies both in close combat and mid-range, Gratia's role on Team VGNB (Vignoble) is to draw the attention of Grimm as she cuts swathes through their ranks in her berserk rage. As such, she is quite the durable warrior, and if time passes, she will only grow stronger as her semblance drains away at the energies of her enemies, making her perfect for her position as the 'tank' of the team.

Semblance: Bibere Vinum - Gratia's lust for battle and power is translated into a semblance that allows her to drain the aura of others in the area in order to strengthen her own physical abilities. In particular, her speed, strength, and endurance. The effects compound over time, and thus while they aren't too noticeable in the first few minutes of combat, the longer one fights her and the closer they are in proximity, the stronger Gratia gets.

Following her conversation with her mother on what it meant to be a Huntress and what she meant to those close to her, Gratia's semblance metamorphosed into a new form, gaining an additional ability based upon her existing powers. Her ability to detect and sometimes recognise other lifeforms in the area has become more powerful, allowing her to inject a tiny portion of her own aura into people upon contact, creating a connection between her and her victim that allows her to track and identify them no matter where they go, and will not be broken unless either of them are dead, or if Gratia wishes it to end. It also provides her basic information on the victim's status, such as their health, mood and general condition.

Personality: At first glance, Gratia appears to be quite a solemn figure, impassive and quiet in the majority of situations. Restraint seems to come easily to her, and there is an aura of professionalism that permeates her every action. It would be obvious, then, to assume that she is a rather serious person, one who devotes her very being to work and believes that everything else is a waste of time. In actuality, this is mostly inaccurate. When she speaks it is generally to insult others, particularly her aggravating teammate Napoli, and her speech is peppered with gratuitous swearing.

She is extremely sarcastic and is quick to point out when a situation does not strike her as favourable. She is also rather arrogant and has a haughty sense of pride that dictates her actions. If someone starts annoying her, her impassive aura is quick to drop and Gratia will instead begin with a spewing out insults. However, she is not entirely horrible, being actually fairly kind to those who she deems as respect worthy and more importantly, not annoying. While she is quiet still, she is more than willing to offer them a helping hand on assignments and other problems.

In addition, Gratia possesses a strong sense of loyalty to her loved ones. If you piss her off or take advantage of her friends she will make your life a living hell. Of course, do what you want to her annoying teammates, especially Napoli, she'll only save them at the last minute when they're about to die. And you're not allowed to kill them. She gets to when they screw up.

When in combat, her normally solemn personality completely disappears, replaced by a crazed bloodlust that seems to consume her entire being (and probably those poor Grimm that she'll murder). In this state, it can be quite surprising to listen to her cackle loudly like a hyena as she terrorises her enemies.

Color: Chartreuse Green (66CD00)

Emblem: Gratia's emblem has a certain religious flair to it, with a solid sabre sitting upon a champagne bottle, which is a chartreuse green to contrast the black and grey of the sabre and background.

Appearance:

Source | NarayanK's Interpretation

Standing at a height of one point seven five metres, Gratia is relatively tall for most girls her age, a trait that is magnified by her rock solid posture. With long, flowing brown-black hair, onyx eyes and a well-defined face (though usually seen bland or scowling), and an athletic build, she can be described as rather attractive (though her compatriot-in-arms would argue the opposite), but few dare comment on her appearance in case she takes offence.

Due to her status as a student from Haven, she dons the snazzy uniform of her "beloved" school when attending class, completely unmodified and always super tidy (it comes at a surprise that to many that she is willing to wear the skirt). When outside of class however, she can always be seen with her signature black turtleneck, brown jeans and her green winter coat, which she is highly possessive of (and possibly willing to murder for, though that's a rumour). As a music aficionado, she frequently wears headphones in order to enjoy her smooth jazz and drown out the incessant chatter of her fellows and her teammates in particular.
Name: Galla Mindaro
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Race: Human

Weapon: Steel Construction I-Beam (W18X40)

Specialty: Without needing the use of a semblance, Galla Mindaro possesses a ridiculously immense amount of physical strength, capable of carrying even the heaviest of construction materials with ease. As such, her lightest blows can easily hit as hard as a freight train, sending her targets flying with little effort on her part. Similar to her more infamous older sister, she is incredibly durable, her numerous years of acting as Gratia's training partner having developed her defenses dramatically.

Semblance: Nemo Curat - Galla's apathy and sense of detachment from the world has been translated into a semblance that allows her to essentially detach a part of her own self, preventing it from interacting with the outside world. She can only induce this state in one thing at a time, and if she wishes to stop another part of her self from being observed by reality, she has to first reattach the originally detached part. An example of her semblance in use would be detaching her scent, thereby preventing anybody from smelling her.

Personality: The younger Mindaro sibling possesses a quiet and stoic demeanour, staying impassive in the face of any situation to the extent that one could easily mistake her for a stone statue. Restraint marks her every action, with each lifeless movement utterly lacking in any form of energy or emotion. To Galla, the rest of the world simply isn't important at all, and it is through this lens of utter apathy that she engages with life.

So great is her sense of detachment that absolutely nothing is capable of fazing her. Everything is met with the same bland air, as if there was a distant chasm between her and the rest of the world. She cannot bring herself to care for it, finding little that can stimulate her dulled emotions into responding. At times, it appears as if Galla lacks a presence beyond simply 'existing', seeming more akin to a cardboard cutout than an actual human.

She doesn't see it as a problem in any way.

However, that is not to say that Galla Mindaro is simply an emotionless mannequin that is utterly incapable of being human. The truth is actually the opposite; the younger of the Mindaro sisters is surprisingly empathetic, capable of understanding the feelings, motivations and experiences of other people to a great extent. It does not change her utter lack of interest and care for them, but if the whim were to come to her, she could interact with others with little difficulty.

It is because of this that, despite her eerie detachment, Galla possesses a bond with her family. Although she rarely shows any sign of concern for them, the younger Mindaro acknowledges her parents in their entirety, and it is evident that she respects her older sister in some fashion. She is also not devoid of friends, being able to, even in her bland and uncaring manner, work amicably with a number of her classmates. Whether or not she is a good friend is debatable, especially when she does not exactly care too much for them.

She is also highly observant of her surroundings, whether they be social cues, appearances or the shape of the world. Information is immediately captured and stored in her photographic memory, although much of it fails to affect her in any manner. She holds few opinions on them, but there are times when she does judge, usually through an arbitrary rating system. When taking action, there are also moments where she may seem rather excessive, unaware of whether or not something may be too much.

Galla may or may not have a sense of humour. It's extremely hard to tell.

Color: Chartreuse Yellow (DFFF00)

Emblem: Galla's emblem has traces of religious iconography, with a pitch-black profile of a rooster, one of the holiest animals of the Mistralese Church, imprinted upon a champagne bottle of chartreuse yellow, its brightness a contrast to the colour of the bird.

Appearance:

Source

[User]
Diamond - Hallways
of Seraphs@MULTI_MEDIA_MAN
"Ugh..." Diamond grunted, her eyes shooting upwards in disapproval. While Oswald may have had some unfathomable fascination with the blunette they were approaching, Diamond didn't feel about the abrasive Sapphire quite so fondly. In fact, she was a sight Diamond could do without. She'd rather deal with Shiro, he was fun to torment at the very least. It didn't matter too much though, they were all outsiders. It just started looking up towards perhaps getting a chance to be alone for a while and getting some quality time with some of her more distant teammates, but no, there had to be distractions.

"You know what? You hauled yourself here from the infirmary, how about I just leave you here and you use your own two hands to reach us when you feel like it. I'm going to go find Emerald, see if I can come up with some way to tell her what happened without breaking the poor cat." she said, parking the wheelchair close to Sapphire and her company and striding off to... she didn't know where. Emmy just shot out of the room so quickly Diamond had no idea where to start looking.

Flipping out her scroll, the ex-thief started to type the message to ask for directions as she wandered the hallways in an idle search. So idle in fact that she wasn't looking where she was going, stopping abruptly jsut short of ramming into someone. In the split second of panic she hit the sned button on reflex with the message unfinished:

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Hey, where did you run off to? I have something important to talk-
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Lifting her gaze up, she froze a bit once more. "O-oh! Sorry, I wasn't paying attention." She apologized, her eyes glued into the emerald green orbs of the obstacle in front of her. So, I see she takes ofter her mom almost exclusively. Diamond thought as the uncanny resemblance registered in her brain. What were the chances...? "Say, you wouldn't happen to be Mrs. Felicia, would you?"

[Assistant]
@NarayanK@HereComesTheSnow

Monday

"I have no problem with that but we should probably move to a better area" Cian said as she saw the one girl leave ah well probably had a reason for it as well. "I dont know about you but if we are to do this than its best to do it in a safer location lest we leave craters in the courtyard." She continued as she fingered the metal briefcase that was slung over her shoulder. "A report on weapons huh well isnt that a interesting topic" Tristan muttered aloud as he heard the whole thing "still I have no reason to refuse company of young ladies such as yourself so why not?" He said as he once more stuffed his hands into his pockets. "So you going to follow Mindaro?" Cian asked smirking a bit at hearing her guardians typical response say what you will about him his one weakness was he was never able to say no to a female.

[User]
Luke Schwarz, Monday, Early O'Clock

"I have a feeling I will soon, yeah. Plus..."

Plus, there was the fact that for whatever reason, I felt like the ones I had now weren't working. Not out of any lack of viability on their part, they're in stunningly immaculate condition for hand-me-downs...

No, the problem here was with me. Despite them being very suited to my skills, something was missing. Something didn't feel right.

I frowned as I picked at the fluffy yellow masses of eggs on my plate.

"Hm."

If it were all about "feeling right", honestly? I wasn't the best candidate for them. If these gauntlets went to somebody who they would truly fit like a glove, it would be the girl who no doubt matched out mother in skill at her age.

Yeah...

If the limiting factor was how hard you could punch, wouldn't it make sense to hand them off to a harder puncher?

Did April even have a weapon right now? If she was getting by on only her fists and such, while i didn't doubt her abilities, it seemed kind of backwards...

Besides.

This isn't Signal. It's Beacon. We were going up against deadlier Grimm with way more frequency than they were. Maybe these could carry April through her whole career, which wouldn't even surprise me, but as for me...

Well, even if I have a safety net thanks to my semblance, if my instincts told me that these weren't what I needed for the job, I had better listen to them.

Force projection was what I needed. Something that would allow me to exceed my own limitations of reach and power, to keep me and by extension everyone else safer.

Fistfighting distance wasn't good enough for somebody as slow as me against monsters.

"I think it's also got something to do with my approach in general."

[Assistant]
Gratia Mindaro - Beacon Cafeteria (Monday, Early Morning ~6-7am)

"Then find something that suits it."

Gratia Mindaro scooped the last remnants of the yoghurt into her mouth, placing the now-entirely-empty canister and spoon down onto her plate with a clatter. There was little advice on armaments that she could provide to the other teenager if all she knew of his issues were sourced entirely from information that was so irritatingly vague as "something ... in general". She couldn't fucking read minds like some two-bit trash oracle at a festival, so if Luke was seeking a less empty response, he would need to actually say something that wasn't so utterly meaningless to her.

"The armoury likely has surplus weaponry for you to test," she continued, onyx eyes boring into his with cool intensity. "Unless you are a gibbering fool with shit for brains, doing so should at least provide you with some semblance of what weapon you are suited for."

If Luke Schwarz had found an issue with his abilities, then the path that he needed to take would be to identify exactly what his flaws were, and how he could crush that flaw as rapidly and efficiently as possible. It was an obvious connection to make, but today, she would deign to offer him that suggestion, even if he were mere steps away from coming up with that conclusion.

He had enough brain cells to do so, after all.

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Mindaro Mondays - Galla

"Yes."


[System]
Age: 2

Looks(Pictures are acceptable!):

Position in Pack: Hunter

Personality(Just a general idea of what you're character is like): She's reckless and impatient. More than one hunt has gone amiss due to her actions. She's terrified at the thought of being hated or abandoned by the rest of the pack, and always tries to make it up to the rest. She clumsily helps the rest as best as she can, and sometimes even tries to bring extra game to the pack by herself.

[User] Lila felt Misty bolt upright and opened her eyes, giving her sister a bleary look as she left. How long had they been asleep? She yawned and rolled to her stomach and then stood upright. Now she was thirsty. There was a stream close to the dens but she should have someone with her, just in case. She let out a huff and then padded out, seeing Renzo just return. Well, hopefully he wasn't busy. Lila padded over to the other den and peered into the dark hole. "I need to get a drink, would you like to come along?" She asked him.

[Assistant] Renzo looked at Lila before looking back at the she-wolf whom he arrived with then back at Lila. "Sure." He said. He felt thirsty too at least and besides, it would be pretty dangerous to go alone even if the stream was just near. He stood up and walked towards Lila. "Come on." He continued before heading out.

[User] Lila smiled and backed away from the den before following after him. "What were you doing earlier when you ran out of the clearing?" She asked curiously.

[Assistant]
Amber watched Renzo and Lila leave for the stream. She decided it would probably be best that she talked to Misty. She didn't know what to say, though. Should she simply confess that she ran away and Renzo caught her before she genuinely tried to steal from humans? Well, yes, but...

Amber stopped outside Misty's den. It felt so strange and extremely uncomfortable to directly confess like this. She almost hoped everyone had noticed so she wouldn't have to have this talk. She knew it was the right thing to do, though.

"Can I come in for a second?" Amber asked timidly, her eyes downcast.

[User] Misty noticed Amber and she smiled at her. "Yes, of course you can. What's on your mind?" She scooted over so that the other wolf could sit beside her if she wanted to. She was happy to have someone to talk to so she could take her mind off of her nightmares.

[Assistant]
Amber gratefully entered the den and lay beside Misty. She paused for a moment. She wasn't sure how to go about confessing her mistake like this. Amber groaned and rested her head on the bare ground. "I'm such an idiot!" After a moment, she finally took a deep breath and launched into the story. She explained how she felt about her recent hunting failures. She explained her plan and how she had run away from the pack. She explained everything.

"-And then that's when Renzo found me and brought me back to the clearing," She said, finishing up the story. Amber quickly glanced at Misty to see her reaction. Amber wasn't sure how Misty was going to react. She mentally braced her self in-case Misty grew to be furious with her.

[User] Misty frowned, but didn't get angry with Amber. "You shouldn't have done that. You should know how important that you are to the pack and you shouldn't take any unnecessary risks like that. Just because you had some failures while hunting doesn't mean that you're not a good hunter. We're going to need you now more than ever with the humans nearby. Just make sure that you don't do it again, okay?" she told her firmly, but not unkindly.

[Assistant]
Amber stared at Misty in surprise. She had greatly underestimated Misty's kindness. She felt herself overflow with joy for merely being forgiven. She felt her tail wagging happily, but she made no effort to keep it under control. "Thank you so much, I won't let it happen again!" Amber said over-confidently.

Amber exited the den and was about to make her way over to her favorite napping spot, but she paused when she thought of a question she had. She turned back to Misty and asked, "Are there any plans for the next hunt?"

[User] Misty followed Amber out of the den and then shook her head at the younger wolf's question. "I don't think so. With the humans so close I don't think we should send out any hunting parties until we've finished with our first patrol to make sure that there are no humans too close to the dens."

[Assistant] Amber's ears drooped at the news. She thought back to where she had found the elk trail. It wasn't all that far from their dens. There was no doubt in her mind that the humans could simply wander into the clearing. It was only a matter of time. "I don't know if you've already been talking this over with the others, but I'm afraid we may be attacked," Amber replied quietly. "The scent I found wasn't that far off. They could be closing in on us."

[User] Misty's eyes widened when she heard this. If the humans attacked them first that would be disastrous. "We need to make sure that all the others know. You should go down to the stream and tell Lila and Renzo. I'll talk to Postremo and let him know as well." With that, she turned and made her way to her mate's den.

[Assistant] "I saw someone exit the clearing and found out that it was Amber. I went after her as she was alone of course." Renzo replied, sitting down and looking at the stream. "As for what she was doing... well, she will explain herself." He continued before bending down and drinking the water before sitting upright again.

[User] "Amber left? On her own?" Lila asked, her eyes widening. What was she thinking?! Lila let out a sigh and got herself a drink of water. "I need her for a hunt tomorrow, she wasn't injured at all, was she?"

[Assistant] "Yes, she did." Renzo replied, looking at Lila as she drank. "She wasn't injured, thankfully. Although she might have been if she didn't pick the human scent up." He continued.

[User] Lila jerked back from the water. "What human scent? Just how far did she get before you found her?"

[Assistant] "Honestly... it wasn't very far." Renzo replied, standing up and looking back to the direction from where they came from. "Come on, let's get back. It's dangerous."

[User] Postremo was still on his den unable to go to sleep thinking what the humans are planning. He was still wondering if he should talk to Renzo and Misty about something really important. There wasn't enough information for his to come to the decision unless they get even closer. In the middle of thinking he heard someone walking toward his den.

[Assistant] Amber nodded, turned and darted towards the stream. Renzo already knew and might have already told Lila, but Amber had to make sure. She was nearing the stream when she finally heard their voices. "Renzo, Lila!" She called, trying to sound calm. She arrived at the stream and spotted the two of them. She quickly hurried over to them. "There you guys are," She said, huffing for air slightly. "Are you coming back to the dens? I told Misty about what happened and how close the scent was. She looks really worried."

[User] Misty saw Postremo lying in his den as she came to a stop at the mouth. "Do you mind if I come in?" she asked. "I wanted to talk to you about everything that's been going on."

[Assistant]
Klondike gave Zia a little nuzzle. She seemed to be drifting off. Not that he could blame her. It was not easy to take in all of these recent changes.

"Listen, I think I should get back to the others. You can follow me if you want to, or stay here. Or do whatever you want. I'm not in charge." He got up and left to find Renzo, Lily, Amber, Misty, or anyone else he would run into first.

[User]
Postremo found out that Misty came to talk to him about the situation so he said, "Sure I don't mind if you come in."
He thought maybe she might have some important information about the humans.

[Assistant] Misty came into the den and then lay down next to him. "Amber found the scent of the humans not far from the dens. They might be a lot closer than we originally thought. What do you think we should do?"

[User] "Hmm...," Is all Postremo could say because she told him that the humans are getting too close. Postremo couldn't help but have a bad feeling about the humans getting close to the clearing. Then Postremo thought that maybe he should tell her his idea on how to get out of this situation without bloodshed. He turned to her and said, "I was thinking... Maybe we should move, like the whole pack somewhere far from the humans so we don't have to worry about them." He didn't have a plan but it was his idea of trying to make sure no one gets hurt or worse die. It would take some time to plan out the moving but thought it might not be necessary but the humans keep getting closer.

[Assistant] Misty listened to him say that they should move, and she felt that it was probably the best idea. Sure, there was plenty of food here, but the risks were too great with humans around. They would be safer elsewhere, and maybe they would be able to have pups then when they were safe. She smiled and nodded. "I think that's a good idea. There is no point in staying where it's not safe. It's only a matter of time before the humans find us."

[User] "We were just going back." Renzo replied to Amber. He walked past Amber and whispered, "Explain to Lila everything later." He then stopped once he was a good foot away from the she wolves.

[Assistant] Lila nodded and turned to head back with Renzo, thinking over this new information. Now what would they do? She looked up as Amber came running and watched the small exchange. "Come along, we need to see if I need to call off tomorrow's hunt," She said.

[User]
Renzo led the two back to the dens but as he continued down the path, he noticed a weird contraption. It was made of the same sharp, hard rocks the tube-like things held but this time it was shaped into a... mouth? It was opened wide with sharp teeth-like things on every end. He became cautious as he picked a rock up using his mouth and dropped it onto the contraption. The opened jaws snapped closed which made Renzo back up.

"Interesting." He muttered to himself. This was probably from the humans. He looked at Lila and Amber and motioned them to hurry up as he, himself, sped through the forest and into the dens in hopes to see either Postremo or Misty.

[Assistant] Lila had sped up to be closer to Renzo, also dropping her body slightly to the ground and closer to any bushes. She generally did this out of habit since her white coat was fairly easily seen, especially since it was a full moon. She cocked her head when she spotted the odd thing and then jumped as Renzo set it off with a rock. "It's like teeth without an animal," She said.

[User] "Indeed." Renzo replied before picking up his pace once more and now in the clearing where their dens were located. He slowed down to a stop and looked back to make sure nothing else was following them.

[Assistant]
Amber stopped at the strange object and gingerly lowered her nose to smell it. It had a small assortment of strange and foul smells, but the most overwhelming smell was the human scent that lingered over the whole thing. There were faint traces of its past victim's blood. She smelled many different bloods on it, even tiger blood.

Amber didn't want to guess for what or how it was used exactly, but she could tell it wasn't lying around by accident. She backed away from it and quickly caught back up to Renzo and Lila as they continued heading back to the rest. "That wasn't there before, was it?" Amber observed, "I think we would have noticed it sooner. When do you think they went through here?.."

[User]
Klondike caught up with Amber and the others with her, having followed their scents. He also smelled some unfamiliar scents. Blood.

"Hi guys! What'd I miss?"

[Assistant] "When indeed." Renzo said, frowning as he thought ahead of it. The humans got this far then that means they are in danger of being exploited. "I need to talk to Misty and Postremo." He said, standing up and heading for the Alpha's den and passing by Klondlike without hearing what he said as he was too focused on thinking.

[User] "A great deal I'm afraid," Lila said, stopping in the clearing.

[Assistant] "So, what's been happening, Lila? I'm happy to help" Klondike replied.

[User] Misty left the den and went out to greet Renzo, Lila, and the others and tell them of the decision that she and Postremo had come to. She wasn't sure how well it would go over with the others, but hoped that they would all understand.

[Assistant]
Amber listened intently to the idea Misty was presenting. She didn't know how she felt about leaving her home, but it was easily the best option they had at this point. If the pack confronted the humans... Well she didn't really want to think about what might happen. One thing was for sure, there was no escaping that situation if they hung around any longer. Every time they found evidence of humans, it was closer to the pack. It wouldn't be long before the humans simply walked into the clearing.

"I think Misty's right," Amber put forward her opinion, "We found some kind of trap left behind by humans. It was even closer than the track I had found earlier."


[System]
Age: 17

Personality:
On the surface Clive always looks lackadaisical and uncaring; but underneath is a complex self-acknowledgedly detrimental (relationship-wise) psychological cycle of considering and reconsidering what he does and doesn't care about. He is always reaching a conclusion, and then reconsidering it, arriving at the same solution, and reconsidering it again. Basically, he doesn't know how much he really cares about a lot of the things he's supposed to care about. Stuff like his parents he's sure about. His mom is too good for him and he doesn't like his dad too much. But for stuff like his magic, he's way more uncertain.

He recognizes that magic users aren't 'well accepted' by society, but he's really not sure whether not he should hide it. One one hand, the people who actively insulted those with magic were generally assholes who he shouldn't give two shits about anyway; but on the other hand, those assholes were pretty influential and he already knew his friends didn't like magic users. There were a lot of people he liked amongst his friends and he definitely doesn't like being hated by someone he likes.

He defaults to uncaring, because if he does then whatever it is he really feels wouldn't matter so much. If he cared, no one else really needed to know, and if really he didn't, then that just meant the illusion would be real.

History:
Clive could probably say that his uncertainty started at birth. Stellar was the name his parents gave him but they used it so often around him he had no idea it was his name until he was about 6 years old. His father said it was to carry their wishes that he be a special boy, and he had no idea what to feel about that. He could appreciate their intention considering how normal their family was compared to their last name, but he didn't like the name awfully much either. He settled with just introducing himself to strangers as "Clive" so they wouldn't ask too many questions, but they would at some point ask something.

Well, that wasn't the only big thing about Clive though. The other thing was that at about age 8, he developed a magical ability, manifesting in his eyes. Their color slowly changed over the years, so his parents only realized he'd developed it at about 12, when it became a lot more obvious. They thought he'd just had a penchant for seeing through people, even Clive himself only put two and two together when he found out people didn't normally see other people's emotions as colors. They opted to hide it, but even though eye color obscuring glasses were something you could buy, that would just make it obvious you were hiding something, so instead they opted with the "our child just has a penchant for wearing sunglasses indoors-outdoors day or night" route to make people want to ask questions, but to dissuade them from really asking questions.

They received an invitation from Four Winds soon after that, when Clive reached 13, but Clive didn't feel like he needed to go. They were keeping it a secret fairly well and he thought he could just keep going like that. Fast forward 4 years later, and Clive realizes he kind of can't. His attitude made it hard to make any friends unfortunately for him. There was always too much distance, and they could feel it. So on his 17th year of life he decided to send what few friends he had a letter saying he was going to Four Winds. Whether or not he was coming back though, he'll 'see'.

Skills:
Reading the atmosphere, aided by his ability, and thinking HARD. Also quite good at the maths and sciences, anything that requires his whole attention.

Abilities: Name: Beholder
Type: Enhancement
Description: Beholder is an ability which enhances Clive's eyesight in various ways. The primary hallmark of this ability is the ability to 'see' magic. When magic is being cast or has been cast recently, Clive will be able to see a trail leading from the magic to the caster. The trail takes the form of colors hanging in the air, and the trail's thickness and strength depend on how strong the spell is, and how long the spell is supposed to last for respectively. Clive's eyes are also able to see the 'signature' any individual's innate magical abilities, which his mind processes using recognizable imagery to form a representation of their ability somewhere on them or around them sort of hovering in the air.

Other features include being able to 'see' people's emotions as colors and automatically adapting his eyesight depending on the situation. For example, even though he's been wearing sunglasses for 5 years or so, he has always been seeing normally as if they weren't there.

This ability would be termed under 'enhancement' as it enhances Clive's vision to see things which normally can't be seen, but it's not simply enhancement as the awakening of this ability placed Clive's source of magic inside his eyes. This means that, A. He can't turn his ability off, and B. If he were to ever lose them, he'd probably lose his ability for magic entirely. BUT his magic is already eye-based anyway, so it would pretty pointless to have magic ability without his eyes. He wouldn't even be able to do anything. It's not certain what would happen if he lost only one eye.

Inventory:
Sunglasses, and 9 different flavors of chewing gum.

[User]
Tavani Feracho

10 minutes ago

"Tch...man...I'm considered gifted but I have to travel this far. This is annoying...." The cry of dissatisfaction plastered the young Tavani's face as he walked with his hands in his pockets, thinking back when he had a conversation with his elder sister about this academy he was being encouraged to apply for. Good idea, she said. He'd make many friends, she said. He'll meet people just like him with the same troubles, she said. The problem was, Tavani didn't want to meet others like him. He'd feel less special just like at home.

Coming up to the academy and raising an eyebrow from the the scenery that were before his eyes. He had to admit, the place did look impressive and he was surprised by the amount of other teens who were present but with pouty expression still displayed on his face, you couldn't tell. With the potential students chatting and with Tavani scanning the area to take a look at these...."freaks" who were like him, Tavani decided to stick to himself at the moment and crossed his arms, waiting with everyone else. What were these others capable of? Curiosity tickled at his mind when he noticed a few individuals with interesting features about them. Not to mention, some of the girls present, looked cute.

Now

"The hell I need to socialize for?" he said to himself before looking up immediately at the smoke that formed above them and then crumbled and fell but then surprisingly turned into doves flying at them. Tavani took a step back from what he originally thought were pigeons but with the double take and failure to dodge because of the speed, the doves turned into smoke and entered into him.

The first thought that came to mind....was he high? Did his uncle's good shit extend all the way here? no...not at all. Yeah he couldn't move and could feel his senses were dying, which seemed pretty damn close to shit his uncle was snorting or smoking and had almost the same effects. This was worse though.... whatever this was, it happened immediately. Tavani gained the vision and could hear this man who was smoking in front of him, call himself Jasper. Explaining that he poisoned them, Tavani's heart raced as he physically was sweating from the powerless feeling before coughing and nearly choking after being set free and listening to the introduction.

While down on one knee, Tav didn't notice the other man that showed up but looked up when he introduced himself. Varus...a tough looking guy who not only told the students to follow but gave a tough stipulation. Now Tav definitely felt this was an annoyingly bad idea but since he came this damn far, failure was not an option and he simply nodded. But...how was Tav going to impress him. I mean, all he could do was shift his weight. For all he knew, the others probably had killer magic 10 times better than his but he was going to have to pull something out of his ass to pass this. "*sigh* Thanks Shauna for making me sign up and come all this way potentially for nothing...this is the last time I listen to you, sis...dammit..." he said to himself.

[Assistant]
Finally, something official started happening. But whatever it was, it didn't seem like something pleasant. A plume of smoke erupted from the building and blotted out the sun. Then, the smoke began to break apart, and transformed into doves, hurtling towards Enver and the rest. Enver should have been frightened, but all he could think of at first was why this was so bafflingly convoluted? Who needed to make a magic spell that created smoke that blotted out the sun that then turned into a horde of attack doves? Having always been a quick thinker and a quick mover, Enver moved to evade the onslaught of demonic smoke doves, but was caught nonetheless. The smoke entered his body and left him immobilized. It was soon revealed by the appearance of their headmaster via wacky magic image that this was all part of gathering information on them. Enver couldn't help but feel like his privacy was being invaded something fierce. Eventually, the spell was released, and Enver coughed up the gunk from his system. He still felt dirty.

Next they were introduced to the man called Varus who was apparently going to show them the ropes. Yet, he also claimed he was going to toss them out if they didn't measure up to his standards. Enver was under the impression he came here to learn how to be impressive, not to demonstrate himself to already be impressive. He had to wonder if his pissant flames were going to be enough for Mr. Douchebag here. If he was going to get thrown out of this place before he even got to learn something, then this whole trip was going to be a complete waste of time. Enver just rolled his eyes and followed along with the rest of the crowd. He had a feeling he wasn't going to have much fun right now.

[User]
Junko Adevelt

She did not get her answer to the question however, for a sudden new incident took hold of most of the new students attention.

Not that Junko can actually see what was happening considering the mist surrounding her. She could hear some of the other students panicking however, before a small smoky shape appeared out of nowhere heading straight for her face. She had no idea what it was or its purpose, but it was heading straight for her and that was reason enough to dive out of the way.

It still found her however, and she was treated to a taste of the principal's power.

After that announcement was finished, she rose to her feet, dusting off her raincoat. Was the headmaster so arrogant that he'd show off in front of all these people? Was a regular PA system too good for him? Using one's power when it was convenient was something she could understand, but new students arriving wasn't something unexpected; there was plenty of time to prepare your speech and everything before sitting down at the PA room, pushing a button and speaking into a microphone.

"You lot can call me Varus. I'll be 'taking care' of you for now."

And finally, someone to actually come and take care of the new comers. Everything about this school was starting to feel tedious already. While she did want to learn more about her ability and how to turn it off, being expelled was starting to look like a good option by now. Especially if everyone wants to be as pompous as that principal or this person.

Not that any of her feelings went further than her thoughts. Her expressions remained unchanged, and the old style gas mask, the kind that typically did not have a large open pane to see through, helped to conceal what little of her emotions that showed. With barely a word, she followed the man known as Varus, wondering what sort of trials she would have to go through to get into their exclusive 'club'.

[Assistant]
Stellar "Clive" Arkadian
"Huh? Oh..." Clive said, distracted from Kyou yet again by a feast for his eyes only. "That's some intense magic."

He saw a huge quantity of grey colored magic exploded out from the school building. There was too much of it to see specifically where it was coming from, but it collected in the sky. A moment later, the students would see the cloud splitting apart and simply forming into birds, but for Clive it was a much more beautiful transformation. The cloud itself wasn't magic, but rather a medium. During the few seconds of darkness, the magic which had exploded out had been shaped into a flock of doves, each one meticulously shaped. As the sun pierced through, the magic was released downwards all at once.

The forms of the magic birds raced towards the ground, and the cloud billowed into their shape as if racing after them. Their tails flowed like smoke, as the swooped into the crowd, and there was one for him too. He saw it happen a moment before it was going to, the magic would dissolve inches in front of his face and wash over him. He breathed deeply, and let it enter into his mind.

He wasn't sure how he felt about the message itself. While he could say that it provided a contrasting image of the beauty of the magic he had just seen, and that in reality the style of the message and the headmaster himself fit it quite nicely, he could also have just said it felt lacklustre. But the sight he saw was his, and his alone, to anyone else's eyes the level of the delivery and the message itself would've been about equal.

His vision cleared and he saw their would be caretaker.

That sounds a little troublesome. He thought.

How was he supposed to show off his vision, anyway? The most he could do was probably just tell him about it. Well, it wasn't like Clive would have any reason to lie about it so maybe it'd work out. As their instructor walked, Clive noticed a red, faintly pulsating symbol hovering over his shoulder. He doubted the position meant anything, but it was shaped like an explosion. Well, it looked a little more like just impact than explosion, but he couldn't tell for sure.

He made to follow after Varus, but as Clive's hand shifted he suddenly noticed that he was holding someone else's very warm hand.

"Oh..." Without realizing it, Kyou had been holding tightly onto his hand. He couldn't tell whether it'd been before or after the Headmaster's magic show, and realizing it now, she was probably the kind of person who didn't enjoy not being noticed, for want of a better phrase.

"Sorry..." He said tentatively, "I wasn't paying attention. I don't think that'd make up for anything but you ate all my bubblegum. Maybe I could owe you a favor?"

He hadn't let go yet, or more accurately he couldn't let go just yet. Kyou had a vice-grip on it, and she had mentioned something about martial arts in their conversation just now so that probably meant he wasn't getting out unless she let him.

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Haruna


[System]
Age: 27

Pronouns: He/Him

Profession: Works part time security at the Parlour.

Personality: Sloane is an introspective man. He's quiet and reserved, but he has a commanding presence to him. Other than when his job requires otherwise he carries himself calmly and respectfully. No one seems to know a lot about him, and though he doesn't go out of his way to avoid people he's not the most approachable guy in Ashton.

How long have you lived in Ashton?: 2 years

What would most people know about you?: People would know that he's damn good at his job. There are all sorts of rumors about him that go unaddressed for the most part. It doesn't seem like he has family in town, nor any real connections to keep him here.

Additional info you want to share: Get to know him and find out lol

[User]
Winter in Ashton can be truly and absolutely beautiful. With just the right amount of snowfall it can look and feel like a winter wonderland you would normally only find in a cheesy lifetime movie. In some ways it's as pleasant and pure as that, but sometimes looks can be deceiving. Beyond every wholesome citizen and act of kindness there is a conman waiting for their chance to strike. For a place as beautiful as Ashton still has its shadows...and those shadows can sometimes bring out the worst in people.

Like I said, winter in Ashton can be truly beautiful. However, it can be equally as lonely. Some thrive here. Others simply struggle to make ends meet. For every person lucky or dedicated enough to make their place the right way...there are those that go around the system and break the rules to get what they want. Regardless of what side of the law you are on, or the kind of life you lead...this is your home. Who are you going to be? How will your actions impact Asthon and its people? What's your story? There's only one way to find out.

Be who you want to be. Live your life the way you want to live it. Make your mark on the history of Ashton.

[Assistant] The story begins at 4:00pm on the first day of December. Holiday decorations are all around, and Christmas songs dominate the local radio stations. All seemed well this morning. However, reports are coming out that the body of Ashton's recently retired sheriff, Nick Dalton, has been found near Azure Lake. No more information has been released on the matter, but much of the town is in as state of shock. Sheriff Dalton was considered to be a hero by many...but at the very least he has always been seen as a good man by most.

[User]
Nyx let the radio chatter as she continued to unpack. She had lived in Ashton for two weeks, long enough for most people to have set up their entire apartment and even begin decorating. Nyx was not like those people. Nyx had her desk setup, complete with electric blanket, space heater, and water heater. Her desktop wasn't top of the line, but it did well enough. She didn't need it to do anything super exciting, or run complex programs or video games. She was just extremely proficient with excel.

Her desk was the only thing set up. She had her boxes of kitchen goods half opened, enough for her to find bowls for soup and cereal. She still hadn't found any of her silverware, and a plastic spoon sat next to her sink. Nyx didn't want to ruin the environment, all those turtles and jellyfish. She thought it was about the turtles and jellyfish, though she wasn't sure.

The radio finished another round of "White Christmas" updating everyone on the body that had been found by the lake.

"The entire reason I moved here was that it was supposed to be some nice town." Nyx sighed.

[Assistant]
Pop pop pop pop!

Helena's fists hit the heavy bag in a quick four-punch combo. She slipped to the side and took a step back from the heavy bag, bouncing on her toes and waiting for her imaginary opponent to mess up. The opponent she pictured in her head threw a cross, which she easily slipped, then followed with a quick left hook. She ducked under it and moved forward into range and unleashed another combo. She hit the bag with a quick left hook to the body, to the head, then popped a cross to give her some cover while she slipped back out of her opponent's range. Helena breathed through her nose and let out a soft exhale through her mouth as she waited for her imaginary opponent's next move. She controlled her breathing, staying calm and collected as her heartbeat grew faster with every movement. Before she knew it her timer was beeping and the final round was over. She dropped her hands and pulled off her training gloves. They weighed 16 ounces and were her favorite gloves. She had several different pairs of gloves for different types of training, but her 16 ounce gloves were always her favorite. Maybe it was because they were the heaviest she wore, maybe it was because they provided the most cushioning for her hands, or maybe it was because they had lasted her so long. Either way, she was very partial to this specific pair of gloves.

With her workout over, Helena made her way to the lockers and showered. Fortunately, her boxing gym offered showers, something she was incredibly grateful for. She finished, got dressed, and quickly put her damp hair up into a loose ponytail. On the way out, she saw her coach who was training another young prospect. "How'd you do, Champ?" he asked her, holding out his fist.

She gave him a fist bump and replied with a large grin, "Not bad, but always room for improvement!"

"That's what I like to hear!" he said with a chuckle, "Go home and get some rest kid."

"Sounds good, Coach!" With that, she exited the gym. The air was like ice. She had a love-hate relationship with the cold weather. On one hand, the city always looked gorgeous with the blankets of snow covering everything in sight. On the other hand, she tended to experience more asthma in the cold and that hindered her ability to train outside of the boxing gym. She already had to be cautious when training, the cold just made it harder. At times, even sitting down in the cold could trigger some of her symptoms.

Helena quickly made her way to her car and hopped in. Somehow it was much colder in there than it was outside. She cursed under her breath and started it up as quickly as possible, hoping the heater would warm up within the next few seconds. The young woman pulled out of her spot and made her way home. For the past year, she lived with her friend Brittany on the other side of town. They lived together since they were 15 and were still good friends, so naturally they didn't mind renting a two-bedroom apartment together once they were financially stable enough to do so. They were lucky to get a place a few miles away from Brittany's family's home. They were just far enough to be independent, but close enough to go to family dinners and events every couple of weeks.

Before getting home, Helena made a detour to the local cafe. They had great hot drinks, which were especially welcomed in the winter. She parked as close to the entrance as possible and made her way inside. Her plans were to get herself something small and to bring home something for her roommate.

[User]
Location: Brewster's Coffee & Treats

As you enter the establishment you are greeted by an obviously disheveled waitress that you recognize. She is a sweetheart of a young woman named Dawn, and despite having a history of messing up orders she is always polite and helpful. Her hair is messier than usual, and despite the cafe being rather slow at the moment she seems anxious and overwhelmed.

"Welcome back ma'am. What can I get you? Start you off with a coffee....or a tea?"


[System]
"Hey, you wouldn't have seen any flower around here that has a yellow petal, would ya? I need one for, uh...'flavoring'."

"Charlotte LaChance. Now, if you don't need anything I really should be watching this beaker before it explodes."
"Nineteen."
Age:
19

Race:
Human

Appearance:
Charlotte stands around five foot six. A pale complexion with messy, somewhat unkempt dark brown hair and cold blue eyes adorn her face. She has a slender frame, with no obvious muscles as she's not entirely one for physical activity, often time spending her days reading or practicing her chosen craft. She wears comfortable clothes that look like one might expect of someone born from high-society. Short pants, held up by a belt with a golden buckle, adorned with various pouches to carry items. Comfortable shoes with long, knee-high socks. Over her upper body, she wears a thick cloak with a hood, designed mostly to protect the wearer from the cold. Rarely takes it off, even in the warmer lands she finds herself in.

Personality:
Insatiable curiosity, confident, stubborn, a bit on the childish side, doesn't like not getting her way, and has a bit of a one-track mind. As such her alchemy can sometimes suffer a bit as a result. Though indeed, she is talented, and if she doesn't let her one-track mind focus on something else after she starts something, she'd be fairly successful. She prefers to spend time outdoors with her plants and other alchemy reagents than in the company of people.

She tends to come off as rather serious and no-nonsense, and sometimes a sarcastic grump. Often time she wears a serious expression when people first meet her, though its only because she tends to have a one-track mind about things, and really doesn't like being interrupted. She's often thinking about various things and what properties plants might have.

That said, she is fairly friendly to most, and isn't hostile by any means. Just don't interrupt her work unless you have a really good reason. Aside from this, she's fairly intelligent and knows about a great deal many scholarly subjects. Mostly dealing with Magic and Alchemical pursuits, but she's read a great many number of books so she might surprise someone with her knowledge every now and then about something.

"DAMN YOUR EYES DON'T TOUCH THAT BEAKER-Argh, this is sensitive equipment!"

Abilities:
Aside from the obviously impressive physical and mental abilities that humans possess, Charlotte is adept at potion brewing. Meaning, alchemy and making useful concoctions out of herbs, remedies, antidotes and other items found in the natural world. She's pretty much a savant when it comes to everything relating to it. Add that to some beginner interest in Botany, she could probably make quite the living selling and brewing potions. That said, she is still fairly young and has a lot of room for improvement in the field. Plus, almost all the flora and fauna on this new continent has yet to be documented. Meaning, until she goes around documenting and doing some trial and error, she's gonna be somewhat useless.

Not something a lot of sleepless nights watching beakers and flasks bubble can't fix, however.

A neat little list:
-Good at alchemy
-Fairly intelligent
-Beginner Botanist
-Cold tends to not bother her so much, since her home country was notoriously cold.
-Not so good with animals, unfortunately. They tend to like using her as a chewtoy.
-Physically speaking, she's a wet noodle strength wise. Fairly average stamina due to her fairly active lifestyle.

History:
Born in Astril, Charlotte has been brought up around science, logic, reason, and even the odd magical related things most of her life. Aside from that, its not particularly interesting. While she herself wasn't born into the magic-using citadel of Astril, and was instead brought up in a small farming community near the border, she has always held an interest in magic, alchemy, and scholarly pursuits herself. So in between farming duties and helping her parents run the farm, she studied all sorts of books. Ones about history, magic, and otherwise.

And when she was fourteen, she was accepted into Astril itself as a student. And as confident as she was, she was sorely outclassed by a lot of the students there who had been training formally since their birth. She spent quite a few years there struggling to keep up with the other students, and quickly found herself as a bit of a loner and outcast among her peers. Not that she particularly minded, she'd rather have her books and studies anyways. Eventually she was labeled a bit of an eccentric.

It was when she was nineteen, she had to make a choice. Leave Astril and set off on her own, or effectively become a test subject. She doesn't like talking about the events that transpired leading up to that event, but she will say she killed about five scholars and blew up a lab.

Nation of Origin:
Astril. A small, somewhat isolationist country known for its heavy delving into intellectual pursuits of all kinds.

Nation Lore:
Astril is a small nation located far to north. Most of the country is cold, mountainous, and cold tundra and thick pine forests make up most of the climate. Over time, they have tamed the lands somewhat and built a thriving city located high in the frigid mountains. A tower like citadel, simply named 'Astril' over their first leader, that later became their small city.

In the past, they were a small group of intellectuals, scholarly types, dissatisfaction with their own cities. They traveled far to the north, seeking land unclaimed by others they could call home themselves. Eventually, they found their land in the cold north.

Overtime, they built a thriving city, founded upon not on diplomacy or military might, but on science, magic, and logic. When it was first founded, they welcomed all inquiries into the arcane and scientific nature, and shunned no question or line of research...no matter how 'unethical' it might have been perceived to be. Human, animal, and all sorts of experimentation was, and still is quite common. Of course, they don't exactly advertise this fact these days. If you're going to be doing something somewhat unethical, then you are expected to keep it under wraps and deal with any unintended consequences yourself...

Eventually, the city began withdrawing from the outside world, and though they still welcome intellectuals and those who wished to pursue arts of science and magic, they had developed a bit of a mindset that those outside their walls were somewhat...barbaric and uncivilized. Typical mage superiority mindset, really. Mix that with a somewhat reactionary mindset with a healthy dose of Xenophobia, (anyone considered an outsider and not born there, not racism per say. There are a variety of races that live here) you get some pretty narrow minded individuals.

Of course, it wasn't all easy for them. With their small numbers and generally small sized city, was almost taken over quite a number of times, if it wasn't for the quick thinking of their leaders. They maintain uneasy peace with any other city state in the area, but for the most part keep to themselves, and any outsiders are turned back at the border.

Misc:
-Not everyone pursues magic theory or science here. Not everyone has the aptitude to perform equally well with magic, after all. As long as you make yourself useful, you'll probably fit in well.
-A bit of a Meritocracy
-Ruled by the 'Deacon of Astril'

Other:
-Can be somewhat socially awkward at times, and has trouble holding a decent conversation about anything other than alchemy.
-Makes some questionable potions sometimes. You really shouldn't get curious about some of the stuff she makes.
-Don't bring up anything regarding an elixir of life or philosophers stone. You have been warned. If you do, bring ear plugs and make sure you don't have anything to do for the next hour.

[User]
~Charlotte LaChance~

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Good news, was that the terrain was fairly easy to walk through. Even better news, was that there was a plethora of plants and animals here she had never seen before. Granted she wasn't exactly keen on being friendly with any animals since she and them had...less than amicable pasts, but even animals could have useful alchemical properties if used correctly. Bad news was, she apparently had a stalker now. She really couldn't fathom as to why the shorter girl was following her, but she couldn't rule out suspicious activity of some sort. At least the music she was playing from her flute was oddly calming. Or at least, Charlotte didn't mind having it in the background as she examined the various plants.

She really needed a journal of some sort. She needed to sketch images of the fruits, plants, and even their roots. It'd be good to reference something by, since many plants of the same family had similar root structures. It'd be easier identifying foreign plants if she had something to reference instead of memorizing everything. At least she got to enjoy some rather interesting new berries, fruits, or anything else that bore something edible. Even the ones that tasted terrible could possibly even have something interesting if used correctly.

It wasn't until the ground started sloping upwards that Charlotte started taking note of the area and the change of scenery. She hadn't noticed the small mountain when she was on the beach or she'd have picked any other direction to walk in. Well, no matter. She was used to trekking the mountains occasionally near Astril. These were a lot warmer, though just as rocky. With a little help from the native and a brief thanks in her own language, they found themselves at the top of the rocky ridge overlooking the beach. Charlotte didn't sit. Instead, she simply gazed over the landscape.

The hill offered a fairly good view of the area. The beach seemed to be fairly temperate in climate, though still much warmer than she was used too. On the other side a temperate looking forest that started about halfway down the ridge. She sighed, placing her hands on her hips as she looked over the sea, setting the sack she was carrying on the ground. Well, she was here. She found the continent, and now if she was lucky she'd be able to find what she had spent her short nineteen years looking for without the fools at Astril looming over her shoulder and hindering any attempts she had at actual progress.

But that, was for later. She needed to set up somewhere. Have some manner of base to work from for a bit. 'Home' if you will. Setting up on the other side of this little ridge wasn't too bad of an idea. It was close enough to the beach, and likely she could spend her time gathering her thoughts and planning what she was going to do next. Just one little problem. The native that was stalking her. Charlotte turned to face the girl, giving her a somewhat harsh and questioning glare as she was being watched. Words would be useless here, so telling the girl to go away without some sort of physical violence would be difficult. Not that she even wanted too. If there were more of...whatever she was around here, then that might get her lynched.

Ah, what to do? Finding a cave or making a small, makeshift shelter shouldn't be too difficult for her. She read books on that sort of thing. She'd know what she was doing.

Probably.

For now though, Charlotte took a seat on the rocky ground opposite of the native girl, as she reached into her cloak and pulled out a tattered, almost ancient piece of paper that seemed ready to fall apart at a moments notice. The paper, was an incredibly old, but fairly well preserved map. It showed the same beach that she had arrived on, and in a few ancient foreign letters were scribbled notes of some sort - some she hadn't been able to fully translate. A few alchemical symbols decorated the corners of the page. She'd have to work on that later, but she could at least tell if she was going in the right general direction...

[Assistant]
The native watched as the other girl pulled some sort of paper out of her cloak, unfolding it and seeming to observe it intensely. The orange haired girl tilted her head somewhat curiously, and after waiting for a bit headed over behind the other and looked at what was quickly identified as a map.

Ah. So she WAS lost. A little giggle followed as the green eyed girl found herself searching the sky, looking at the position of the sun and the beach. There weren't any fine landmarks around besides the cliff, and a river ran a half hour's walk to the north of their location. Still though, she decided to make herself useful.

A delicate finger pointed at a spot on the map where Caitiona believed they were. "Tá muid anseo." It was slightly off, and the old parchment had some obvious inaccuracies on it, and much of it lacked any sort of significant detail. Still though, it was a good outline of the overall terrain.

The look at the sun had suggested something aside form direction though - it also told a story of them running out of time. They needed to find shelter within the next two hours, and she had no idea how to communicate this.

The shorter girl poked the other's shoulder several times to get her attention, and possibly in the nose if that was required. The orange hand girl then sent the best symbols she could to make it obvious what she was saying.

She pointed at both of them, then pretended to fall asleep on the ground before standing back up again. Caitriona pointed off in a seemingly random direction, taking a few steps towards it and beckoning with a single hand to follow ... "Teacht chomh maith!"

[User]
Charlotte tried ignoring the feeling of someone looking over her shoulder. Really, that exact thing had to be the most annoying feeling in the entire world. Right next to listening to arrogant fool drone on and on about something he had no knowledge of. At least this small annoyance ended up helping though - she pointed to a small spot on the map where they were likely at. Well, she could have figured that out herself after a bit of studying, but it was nice to have some help.

It wasn't until Charlotte was poked on the nose did she deign to look up from the old map. With a snort as she gave the shorter girl a sharp glare for her interruption, hoping that whatever she was saying was important. She disliked such interruptions. Charades, were not important. At least though, she was smart enough to figure out what the other girl was possibly attempting to convey. It was, indeed, getting rather late in the day and if she was saying what she thought she was saying, then she would indeed need shelter.

"Próstimo." Charlotte said with a sigh, standing up and walking towards the other girl. Honestly, she was not keen on following some unknown person anywhere. She had been helpful so far, but she couldn't rule out that it hadn't been some sort of trickery. So she picked up her bag, and followed the girl.


[System]
Age: 18 (undead for 3 years since the infection)
Appearance: Ash is 1.78 metres tall.

Backstory: A student who recently graduated high school and was considering her college applications, she ignored the rumours floating about on the internet about a new rabies virus. Ignorance was no cure, however, for the infection, and Ash was one of the many names that died or turned into the undead on the first day.

The virus mutated inside her, eventually turning her hands and feet into claws. One day, she eventually realised that she was topless (her shirt was either torn off or slowly decayed to the ravages of time) and used a spare roll of bandages to cover herself up. Her mind slowly returned, and from outright hostility and hunger for the living, it become curiosity. She would watch, safely hidden, as soldiers and other survivors raided former living areas for food and supplies.

3 years later, Ash knows how to speak, read and write English, even if she finds hardly anyone intelligent to talk to.

[User]
Three years ago

Ash twiddled her short brown hair and stared at the computer. She had gotten into the dreaded cycle of refreshing. A few of her favourite tumblrs, Twitter, Reddit and the forums she frequented were all the tabs she had open. Yet none of them were updating. Well, some were, but there was this hashtag trending on Twitter.

"Hashtag outbreak. Well, let's see what's going on." Ash clicked on the link provided by the user. It led to YouTube. "Ugh, another viral marketing video?"

The cursor hovered over the close button of the tab as the video played. From the poor aspect ratio, it was definitely recorded on a smartphone's camera. To make things worse, the recording was shaky. She rolled her eyes a bit, but the next image drew her gaze. A man was on the floor, crawling away. He looked up at some woman, and screamed and begged.

"Don't eat me!"

The woman fell onto him anyway, and she sunk her teeth into the man's face. Ash just stared, slack-jawed. The grainy footage was hard to see through, but Ash guessed that it might have been poor special effects. The door knocked, and she sighed. Her father had come back from work, most likely.

"Coming! Stop knocking so much, dad!" she yelled. Picking up a white shirt, she slid it onto herself (her father disapproved of her walking around the house topless, but she was so flat a bra wasn't necessary) and walked to the door.

"Look, stop knocking, I'm..." As she pulled the door open, what standing there wasn't her father. It was a man. Ash would have said that it 'is' a man, but men didn't have their guts hanging out in front of them and still be standing upright. His glazed-over eyes flickered to look at Ash, and the thing roared.

Turning around, she tried to run, but the dead man's hand was faster. He grabbed onto her shirt, and tried to grab onto her. She heard a loud rip of the shirt she wore, but the momentum from his jerky grab was good enough.

"Nonono— NO!" Ash screamed. The zombie, now with a proper grab onto her, sunk his bloody teeth into her. She screamed, and the pain brought upon her by his second ironclad bite sent everything to darkness.

Minutes later, the corpse of the tomboy on the floor shook violently. With a quiet groan, Ash sat up, and slowly got to her feet. Her torn shirt slid off her body, reducing her modesty to naught, but she didn't care. Her mind, previously filled with the ambitions and dreams of an 18 year old girl, were now filled with instinctual hunger. Stumbling out of the room, her dazed zombie instincts looked up into the sky to the sound of a helicopter. Just like the mindless horde of the walking dead, she followed.

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Modern Days

"No, c'mon, don't mess this up..."

Her claws held the USB cable nervously, as she gently eased it into back of the computer. A few damaged cables were scattered beside her. When Ash heard the click, she grinned.

Hopefully, the internet was still working. The power was. And if there was one thing that Ash remembered recently, there were such things called computers. As she eased up the battered office chair to the computer, she heard the sound of a vehicle. The army was here. They would usually scavenge for supplies. Food, spare parts, gasoline, and the like.

That was their way of living their life. This was her unlife. Ash looked out at the room she made. A bed (she didn't need to rest, but it felt unnatural for her room to be missing one), a mini-fridge (filled with choice cuts from the local supermarket, and a few from unlucky passers-by. The meat had already went bad by human definitions, but she kept it around. Eating helped stave off the worst effects of being a zombie.), and a computer that was already in this room. A first aid kit, stuffed to the brim with bandages (her choice of clothing today), sat beside the computer.

The windows were boarded, and the door was barred. Someone else was here earlier, but she shot herself. Ash just took over.

With a grin that showed bits of meat stuck between her teeth, she clicked on Reddit. There were certainly less users, but it was still active nonetheless. Even if humanity would still shoot to kill her at first sight, she still wanted company of some sort.

[Assistant]
Three years ago

"How is he doing, Mom?" She spoke through a cellphone. Her eyes were looking at the things that were going around her. The soldiers passing by, their faces and whatever they were doing. Her free hand was fiddling with the buttons on her navy green jacket. She listened at the voice on the other side of the line.

"He's doing better..." A voice of an older woman sounded. "That doesn't sound very promising." Rose said and sighed, leaning back against the wall of a hallway. "Has he said anything?" - "No, he's seeing a therapist, because he's having a lot of nightmares". The woman spoke. "Tell Daniel I said Hi, okay?" Rose asked her mother.

Daniel was her older brother. He was 5 years older than her, and he joined the US army before she did. But he got in an accident a few months back and lost his leg. He was in Afghanistan, and so far Rose heard, they were attacked. His brother was close by a grenade when someone threw it and it went off. He lost his leg and was sent back home.

It was busy at the military base here. People were always busy, some soldiers had just gotten back from a mission or a practice. Rose stayed here when her brother was sent back home. Even though her mother wanted her back, she felt she needed to be here. Rose felt she had a purpose here, serving her country.

"I have to go. We have to check out some things going on in Michigan". Rose spoke through the phone. "Oh honey, be careful. Have you been following the news?" - "Yes, I have mom. Don't worry. It's probably nothing to worry about." Rose said. But she had no idea what was going on or what to expect. She pushed herself off the wall and ended the conversation with her mother and left with a group for Michigan.

Modern Days

What she saw 3 years ago in Michigan wasn't something to not worry about. It wasn't something that would be easy to fix. It was a virus that was spreading more and more. It brought the dead back to live, and they were hungry. Rose wasn't exactly how or why, her mission was to get people in safety. She and other soldiers had been busy finding survivors and fighting off zombies for 3 years now. They were losing people almost on a daily basis. It was sad, but they didn't really had a choice. Rose didn't really else had a choice. The army offered them food and in return they would do as they were told.

People said hell was full, and that's why the dead were coming back alive. Or that it was humanity's own fault. If we did believe in God and lived according the bible, this would never have happened. Most people didn't know what was trying to kill them, so they just made up lies...

"We're almost there!" A voice yelled at a group of 6 soldiers. Rose was one of them. "We'll be back in exactly 3 hours!" The man who was flying the helicopter mentioned. Rose got her helmet and put it over her short brown hair. In the military long hair wasn't ideal.

She felt the helicopter going down and eventually landing on a big intersection, in the middle of a small highway. Rose and the other soldiers jumped out, holding their rifles, running away from the helicopter, and off to a place where they couldn't be seen by others so they had a moment to discuss how they were going to this.

"Clear!" Rose said out loud after they had entered a small store. Bart, another soldier closed the blinds, and used two fingers to peek between the blinds. So far, there were no zombies to be seen. "How are we going to do this?" Bart said in a heavy voice. The reason they were there because someone had called for help through a radio. They said they were in this city, hiding in a mall.

Rose took out a big city map. And pointed at a red circle drawn on the map. "The mall is here. We are here" She pointed to a small spot on the map. "It's about 2.5 kilometers away." She said, and looked at the 4 male soldiers, who were listening. Rose looked down on the map, and her fingers moved over the map. "This is the shortest road. And probably the safest road too" She spoke quickly, and put the map back in her pocket, before she turned to a blond soldier. "I've talked it through with Mason, he leads the way". Mason nodded, and they left the abounded store.

It was halfway their trip when they were attacked by a big group of zombies. They were only with the 6 of them, and there were just too many zombies. Shots were fired and heads were bashed in. It looked like there was no way out and they weren't going to make it.

Bart was the one who sacrificed himself. He managed to get the zombies attention and pulled the trigger from a grenade when Rose and the others were far enough not to get hit by it. The soldiers kept on running, until they were safe.

"Rose..." Mason said. "You're bitten".

Rose her heart skipped a beat and she got this feeling of desperation in her stomach. She looked at her body, to see where she was bitten. With the adrenaline rushing through her body during the zombie attack, she hadn't noticed that one got to her. It was a big bite on her upper arm. "F*ck" Rose cursed. She knew what this meant. She couldn't go any further with the guys. "Well, go on already. I'll be fine. I promise" Her right hand covered the wound on her left arm.

She watched the guys leave, and she was all on her own now. Rose knew she wasn't going to make it on her own here.

[User]
Ash grabbed a pistol in her claws. It was more for threatening the living at this stage, and maybe a few potshots at the other intelligent dead. The army seemed a bit more proactive in her sector today. If they broke down the door, she'd return fire.

A grenade explosion rocked the building slightly, and Ash frowned. They were messing up her building. With a tired sigh, she plucked off the boards on her door with her bare claws. (Claws can work like a hammer in a pinch.) She plucked off a kevlar vest from the bed (courtesy of a few of the undead soldiers) and moved out. She used the vest as a shield against her head, holding her pistol in the direction of the little gunshots of a pistol. It must have been an individual soldier, or a survivor, or the rest were sticking to melee weapons. Sticking behind the reanimated corpse of a young woman wearing a female business suit, she slowly edged her way to the source of the gunshot noises.

A young woman, looking like a soldier with the mishmash of body armour she wore, sat in a corner. Her right hand grasped tightly onto what looked like a wound on her other arm, while her left hand held a pistol. A few zombies fell as she fired at them.

Ash counted the shots. When the second-to-last bullet fired, there was just the zombie left that she took cover behind. Well, Ash was a zombie, but a nice one.

"Save your bullet." Grabbing the zombie woman, Ash tripped her to the floor and smashed her head in.

Holding the kevlar vest to her head, Ash peeked behind it to see the soldier she had temporarily rescued. A black-haired, caucasian woman. Too young to die, but here she was, infected. Ash was infected once, but she got lucky.

"Don't shoot," stated Ash.

[Assistant]
Rose fired again, but this time she missed. It took her a moment to realize that she just fired her last shot. But Rose didn't lower her gun yet. Maybe whoever was talking to her wouldn't know and keep a save distance. Zombies didn't talk right? They wouldn't back down for a gun, unless it went through their head.

Rose was looking at the thing that was holding the kevlar vest to her head. Her hand was shaky, but the gun still aimed to whoever was talking. Blood was dropping down on the floor and she knew that would only lure more zombies towards her. She needed to get out of here if she wanted to stay alive for a few extra hours.

"Too late." Rose said.

Rose was starting to become a bit light headed from the blood loss. It wasn't a small wound and she didn't had time to take a look at it and find some bandages. Thinking about that, she realized that bandaging her wound had little to no use. She was going to die anyway and come back as a zombie. She couldn't shoot a bullet through her head any more, because she wasted her last bullet. There were still a few options left: throw herself off a high building, have someone else bash her head in. Rose could be creative, maybe she would even see the fun in it soon?

"Who are you?" Rose asked in a demanding tone. "Lower that stupid vest" She wanted to see who she was talking to and how that person looked like. From what she could see, Rose wasn't sure what she was talking to and she was dying to know.

[User]
Ash lowered the vest. She mentally prepared to dodge, even though she was pretty sure that the bullet would hit her before the sound reached her ears. Her grey hair, her slightly bloodshot eyes, and her slightly pale skin would have told the soldier everything, unless she was beginning to see things.

"I'm Ash. And you're bitten," groaned Ash. Apparently, the woman spent her last bullet trying to shoot her. And unless she fancied death by a crowbar, she would probably have to give her a bullet of her own. If the soldier didn't question Ash's appearance, she herself was going to bring it up.

"Do you want... bandages? Painkillers? There's still some around here," asked Ash, a little tentatively.


[System]
Photo:

Age*): 16
Gender*: female
Abilities: She has the ability to control weather according to her moods.

My emotions could show up in the surrounding area of my body. This area is called My Aura. My Aura extends two feet around me except in my extreme emotions then as far as I have experience, My Aura could extend up to five foot circle. Anyone within My Aura Circle, can and will experience the Weather that is happening at that moment.

Anger- miffed and not speaking- storm cloud begins to form over my head
 Speaks angrily- cloud rumbles
 Verbally lashes out- lightning flashes and might hit something
 Arguing- Cloud darkens, rumbles and lightning flashes and might hit whoever I am
 angry with
 Anger that leaves me speechless- black clouds that drenches everything within a five
 foot radius

Ashamed- Heat surrounds me but it does not go any further than two feet around and not warmer than 90 degrees Fahrenheit. My face will turn from pink (slight embarrassment) and around 70 degrees Fahrenheit to anything that may be taken as a sexual content ( totally red faced and 100 degrees Fahrenheit)

Bewildered-unsettled feeling- Turbulence surrounds me but no wind above 7 MPH.

Bored- dead air surrounds my body- no circulation of air around me for about 3 feet

Calm- The air is normal and no Aura is showing

Cold- Physically-Cold air surrounds my body depending how cold I feel- if I am outside in the snow without a coat, I might even have ice forming on my body as my body turns blue.

Cold Shoulder/ intense dislike- a frosty air surrounds her body between the one I have taken a dislike to and around my body

Confused- Haze surrounds my body making it difficult for me to see or be seen clearly

Cranky/ Grumpy – there would be a grey haze that would be surrounding my body and if I have a physical discomfort with the crankiness, small bits to pea size hail might form even though it is humid around me

Curious- Rainbow bits of light float around her body in the air surrounding my body

Desire/Want- Small bits of rainbow colors move in a straight line from my body and back again. The More I want something, faster the bits move back and forth.

Disappointed- humidity begins to form around me for about two feet

Embarrassment- - Heat surrounds me but it does not go any further than two feet around and not warmer than 90 degrees Fahrenheit. My face will turn from pink (slight embarrassment) and around 70 degrees Fahrenheit to anything that may be taken as a sexual content ( totally red faced and 90 degrees Fahrenheit)

Energetic- electrical sparks float around my body and if a spark hits someone it would only sting.

Excited- electrical sparks float around her body faster than in the energetic mode and if a spark hits someone it would only sting.

Frustrated- Bits of hail would fall around me. Hail size could grow up to a marble or pearl onion if my frustration is great or prolonged.

Happy- Warmth with a bit of a Sunshiney glow surrounding my body and could give off a soft glow of light.

Hungry- thunder rumbles; loudness depending how hungry I am

Lonely- stillness to dead air surrounding me for about two feet and may become muggy as well.

Mischievous- Small Ball lightning of various colors (pea sized) would surround my body which could start tiny fires that can be stomped out.

Nervousness- a misty grey Aura surrounds my body

Sadness- a blue cloud that darkens until I burst out crying and it rains around my body

Scared- bits of darker colors swirl around my body and lightening may show up as well depending on how scared I become

Sleepy- Dense fog surrounds and my speech becomes slurred depending on how sleepy I am at the time. It could even spread throughout a five foot radius if I am trying to fight the sleepiness for some reason.

Unsure- My Aura becomes a pale blue in color with white swirls. The darker the blue the more unsure I am.

How you could work in a team:
Personality)*: She is normally a happy young lady who enjoys learning and is very curious. She will help anyone that needs help, particularly if the person is a friend. She is easy to get to know. If someone becomes her enemy for some reason, she might not help them unless they are in actual danger. Also remember this- Agatha is a pacifist and will not fight until she is pushed into fighting. Then her moods will take over her fighting abilities according her mood chart. Her moods are shown by weather conditions as listed above and if and when there are more weather abilities, I will add them to her Mood List and post it them in the OOC.
History: TBA
Other:
Classes wanted: Alchemy, Rituals, Elements, Shapeshifter, Summoning, Enchanting, Sealing, Artifacts

[User]
Sandra had only just awoken when the announcement came out, she had stayed up even after the supposed curfew reflecting on her own fight in her memory repeating it in her head a few times before trying to remember the parts of Sol's fight she watched. "Hes definitely stronger than me in swordplay, and he has another type of magic on hide side." Were the last words she had muttered before she finally fell asleep.
Rising from her bed she went to the kitchen and put some toast in the toaster before leaving just as her roomate arrived in the kitchen to fix her hair. Once the toast had finished being toasted she returned to the kitchen now properly dressed and looked at Sol "Yo, your the one who was fighting on the tv yesterday." She spoke while facing away putting a chocolate spread on the toast "Fancy swordplay, how long did it take you do get that good?" Sandra asked and took a bite.

[Assistant] Chen groaned as he woke up from his deep slumber. He got up and quickly got dressed into his usual outfit, plus a few hidden weapons. A gun in your sleeve or a knife in your boot might mean the difference between being incinerated by a firestorm and putting your opponent down. He cracked his neck and left his room. A quick walk to Alchemy later, Chen sat in his chair and messing around with a small rubber ball.

[User] Sol replied to his new found room mate, "Quite a while, nearly as long as I've been alive give or take a few years." He hadn't known that others had been watching his fight. Not that it would've changed anything he merely found the information interesting. He finished his oatmeal and quickly rinsed out the bowl. "I'm Sol by the way, I'm heading to Alchemy shortly but I'd like to get your name before I go." he explained as he waited ready to leave after receiving his answer. Being late wasn't high on his list of things to do at school this year. Though a quick glance at his roommate pegged her as likely a swordsman. Just the feel of her. Or perhaps that she'd commented on his swordplay. He'd have ask her for a sparring match, perhaps during his free period. It'd be good to know his roommate a little better.

[Assistant] "Sandra, I will join you on your way then since I also have Alchemy first too." She shrugged and got up from her seat as she had also finished her breakfast and walked out ahead of him heading towards the classroom "So it takes that long to be that good? Hmm, training from this school might speed me up a few years." The girl spoke out loud as they walked "Plus I cant copy your style since I don't often use one sword like you do." Sandra sighed

[User]
ghost in black

Meruin woke up, her eyes staring blearily at the unfamiliar ceiling above her. Then she went back to sleep. She dreamed of magic and greatness and power as it coursed through her fingertips and molded as she commanded. She imagined using her grand power to lift herself to a domain beyond the skies of earth to the great unknowns that dominated the dimensions beyond theirs and pitting her power against the forces of nature that resided there, pushing her already unfathomable power to its limits. She felt the rush of battle, the sheer rapture that came with herself placed at the very edge, where one failure meant death.

Meruin dreamed of glorious victory, and her dominion unchallenged! She dreamed of using her power to reshape the world in her image, causing the sky to turn brown as it rained maple syrup upon hills of crisp waffles! The vast ocean paling into cool, delicious dairy milk, and tall steadfast trees of bread oozed out sap made from the most exquisite cheese on earth!

Meruin dreamed that she got up from bed, walked drearily towards the fridge and promptly smashed her face into its doors!

Meruin realized that she was probably not dreaming anymore.

"Gyak!" cried Meruin, holding her hands up to her face to put pressure on the sudden spike of pain. Taking a seat around the dining table, Meruin put her head down and grumbled; she was truly not a morning person. Tilting her head to eye the fridge, she raised a lazy hand towards it and flicked. In response the doors of the refrigerator glowed as a rune appeared on it and snapped open, revealing its contents. Meruin made another flick and an apple decorated itself on her face.

More grumbling ensued followed by the violent mutilation of an apple that was devoured shortly afterwards.

"Aleksandra~?" moaned Meruin miserably, not moving from her place on the table. "If you are there, I regret to inform you that I am feeling slightly indolent at the moment and therefore incapable of preparing breakfast. Can you prepare breakfast for us please?"

Meanwhile Meruin felt that the morning air was slightly chilly today. She should probably put on clothes soon before she catches a cold.

[Assistant] "Why would you want to copy my style?" Sol asked slightly confused by the notion. Even if he'd wanted to teach her how he fought he wasn't sure he could. His 'style' was simply born from experience, trying to teach her would be like trying to teach her own to breath. You just do. "That would be like trying to copy another person and act exactly like them. There's no point. Still if training is what you want perhaps we could spar later. My-" He paused for a moment and checked his schedule, "Sixth period is free and I imagine after school some time is allowed for activities, would either of those times be acceptable?" He inquired as they slowly walked to class. Sandra hm? The name was quickly memorized, forgetting it would make him seem inattentive and uncaring, both of which he had no desire to been seen as.

[User]
Agatha woke up on her bed with several bolts of fleece over her body and in a daze of confusion.
As she sat up in bed she realized where she was.

"Good Morning, Kieran. I am going to take a quick shower before I dress if you don't mind. I won't take very long."
she spoke as she stood up and began gathering things for her shower. Quickly, she headed into the bathroom and showered, dressed and came out in a dress. Her hair was wrapped up in a towel.
"Thanks. Now to get my hair combed out. Where do we go for breakfast?"

[Assistant] Kieran woke to find that he somehow ended up on the floor in the night. He sat up and shrugged before getting all the way to his feet and stretching. he heard that Agatha was awake as well "Good morning" as she went to take her shower Kieran went to gather his clothes, finding his cleaned set and getting dressed. he peeked over into the kitchen when Agatha asked about breakfast and said "I think we make our own"

[User]
Aleksandra was having a very lucid dream as soon as she fell asleep "Who are you!" came a familiar voice from the black void in front of her "Hello, who's there?" she called into the darkness as a cool wind blew through. Aleksandra looked around noticing that the surrounding area that she was standing in was nothing but grey rolling hills and a black sun shining from above. "This place feels familiar..." she said to herself and began to reach for the void that began to turn into a more defined sphere with a reflective surface.

 Just as her hand was about to touch the sphere a shape similar to a Dragon's head reached out and clamped onto her arm with its teeth sinking into her just under her shoulder. As soon as the teeth sunk in she was dragged into the sphere along with the head and began falling through an empty void. Aleksandra was falling for what felt like an eternity until she looked down to see ground rushing up to meet her at amazing speed and when she hit it there was an explosion of color before she sat up bolt straight in her bed completely awake.

 Training as a guard in her village had taught Aleksandra to wake up from even a deep sleep without feeling drowsy in what could be crucial to someones life. Though she wasn't drowsy Aleksandra was still a bit confused by the new location but quickly realized where she was. "Ugh... that was strange" Aleksandra said to herself before untangling her body from the sheets and blanket; while she was doing this Aleksandra heard her roommate Meruin call from the kitchen. Before Aleksandra even left the room she did a once over of her body and found nothing unusual except a group of marks resembling bite marks just under her shoulder "Hmm...."

 Aleksandra slowly made her way to the kitchen and stood at the door way staring at Meruin with a look of sympathy for the young mage who looked just miserable "so Meruin what would you like to eat for breakfast?" she asked before walking over to the refrigerator and standing in the open door as she took stock of what they had. "How about some fluffy egg omelets pancakes to wake us up then" Aleksandra said before pulling out a a carton of eggs and a bottle of milk along with some vegetables and walked over to the stove.

 She began looking for a small pan but couldn't find a smaller one on the lower shelves, with a sigh Aleksandra stood on the tips of her toes to reach the top shelf but when she couldn't reach it normally Aleksandra extended her aura to her hand again but instead of enlarging and fitting over her hand it reached out and grabbed the pan's handle with a delicate touch. "Do you have any preference for whats in your food Meruin?"

[Assistant]
"No problem then. I'll just have some toast and milk. Any fruit around? If so, I'll take some with me in case I get hungry. What are you going to have for breakfast and lunch?" Agatha asked as she finished combing out her hair and then brushing it before she braided it.
Once Agatha had her hair done, she got her schedule which she tucked into her purse. She knew that she would not see Kieran until afternoon so she needed to make sure she could find the rooms for each class. As she checked to make sure that she had everything that she needed or at least thought she needed, she asked a few of her questions.

"When do we get our books? I have two free periods so I can study and perhaps get some of my homework done then. I have so much to do with the mess I made last night. And that reminds me...... Why did I fall asleep so fast and sudden like?" she asked with hopes that Kieran would know.