[System]
Sibley Arzel

Character Summary
Aliases: Sirrah
Titles: Renegade Phoenix
Age: 19
Place of Origin: Northpass
Kingdom: Nalmor
Gender: female
Time of Death: ~3,000 years ago

Physical Attributes
Eyes: Hazel
Hair: Chestnut Brown
Day To Day Attire: Comfortable and nondescript. Her style of dress is generally that of a poor farm girl: undyed dresses and shawls with very little decoration make it very easy for her to get lost in a crowd. The only accessory she wears regularly is a silver chainmail bracelet.
Strengths: Quick, charismatic, doesn't look like a kleptomaniac
Weaknesses: Kleptomaniac, poor impulse control, doesn't deal well with authority

Psychological Attributes
Rebellious * Free-Spirited * Chaotic * Trickster

Sexuality: Straight
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Sibley is very good at convincing folks that she isn't here to take anything not nailed down. Upon first meeting her, she has the demeanour of a poor farm girl: quiet, polite, usually won't speak unless spoken to. Those who know her know that this isn't the real Sibley: when she is comfortable in a group, she will speak more readily, and tends to speak her mind. She loves to laugh and make jokes, and is known to play tricks from time to time (a favourite of hers is making things disappear). She is rather impulsive, and sometimes has trouble controlling her urges. This most often gets her in trouble when combined with her lack of respect for authority. Regardless, her heart is in the right place - even if it doesn't always seem that way.

Skills
A listing of skills, such as horseback riding or cooking. Levels include novice (0.5 pt), apprentice (1 pt), journeyman (2 pt), expert (3 pt), master (4 pt), grand master (5 pt). Each character can spend 21 points & only two skills can be mastered and one grand mastered. If your character knows magic, it counts as a skill.

* Stealth (Grand Master): Sibley learned from a young age how to get around without being noticed. She honed her skills even further upon her arrival in Mourom, and became a living legend after pulling off some of the biggest heists in the kingdom's history.
* Planning (Expert): During her time leading the Renegades, Sibley took it upon herself to plan the heists that financed the group. She single-handedly planned the highest-profile heists, and effectively used her associates' skills to help pull them off. Her planning experience is largely centered around breaking-and-entering.
* Leadership (Expert): Sibley founded the Renegades, and learned how to effectively lead a group because of it. It was with her direction that the group became as prominent as it did.
* Sleight of Hand/Pickpocket (Master): Sibley is very good at making things disappear - a useful skill to have when you're in the business of taking what doesn't belong to you.
* Lockpicking (Master): Sibley is skilled at getting into places where she shouldn't be, and can easily pick most locks.
* Husbandry (Apprentice): Having grown up on a farm, Sibley has a general idea of how to grow food.
* Dagger Proficiency (Apprentice): Although she prefers to stay in the shadows and leave any dirty work to her associates, Sibley nonetheless knows a little about fighting with daggers. In her line of work, it's necessary to at least know how to defend yourself.

Artifacts
A listing of acquired artifacts. Maximum of three.
* Skeleton Key: An enchanted key that can open any lock, stolen from the king himself. Although she doesn't really need it, Sibley keeps it with her, just in case.
* Shrouded Boots: These black leather boots silence Sibley's footsteps completely, making sneaking around easier. They were a gift from a fellow Renegade.
* Chainmail Bracelet: A gift from her father, Sibley has been told that this bracelet makes spellcasting easier. She has no use for it, but wears it anyway, as a reminder of where she came from and why she fights.

[User]
When Ffamran sil Vadris awoke, he wasn't all that pleased.

Lying in the snow, a dozen thoughts were flying through his head. Things like how cold he was, how the spirits were not pleased, how he hated the snow, how it seemed that the lady of the light had decided to try and make him one of her pawns, the magic energy in the air was as off-putting to him as it was to the spirits, and that he hated how cold this damned snow was.

His thoughts were immediately halted as he became aware of his surroundings however, specifically of the woman who spoke to them, and the burnt remains of the village behind her.

"Beoulve." He said, giving her a look that, while not necessarily welcoming, was at the very least respectful. It was probably best described as grim acceptance of the current situation, if one had to assign a label to it. "I suppose it was too much to ask to pass on in peace. Am I to assume you know what is going on?"

Slowly, he stood up, brushing off the snow that clung to his robes. It was only at that moment that he realised they were in fact robes, and not the armour he had been wearing at the time of his passing, and sighed. Well, that was just perfect… No wonder he was so cold! At least his armour had been somewhat built to withstand colder climates. His robes though, they were made for the desert! Light and reflective to heat! Wearing them in this kind of climate without shelter was just asking for trouble!

Still, despite his displeasure at his current attire, he returned his gaze to Ravness. This woman was a capable warrior, skilled enough to have taken his life in one on one combat. He may not have especially liked the woman, but he decided that, if nothing else, he should at least see what she had to say.

"Very well." The ancient prince said. "I will admit that I do not fully understand the situation, so I will hear you out, as one who has proven themselves against me. However, I will state right now that I have no intention of becoming one of the Pale Lady's hounds. If I am to follow you, I will do it by my own will, not hers."

And then his expression hardened, his gaze becoming sharper as he spoke once more.

"But first, I have a question, not just for you, but for every dog of the light present." He said, turning to look at all the strangers in the snow around him. "After my death, what became of my home? What became of the people of Entei Bahara?"

[Assistant]
"Hmmm...I do believe some common courtesy is in order when one requests something from another", came the soft but firm reply from behind Ffamran sil Vadris. Sitting cross-legged in the snow, eyes closed and hands on his knees, was an old man. He appeared well over sixty, definitely much older than any of the others in the ravaged town, and looked withered and frail, wearing multiple layers of ample clothing that hid away his body and made him seem even smaller to the eye. He was also exceedingly calm, his breathing rhythmic and controlled, and as he sat with firm, unbending posture he did not appear to be bothered by the cold in the slightest.

"Not referring to others as dogs would be a start, along with a simple introduction. Sho Tenshin of Hakugawa, at your service", he continued unperturbed, finally opening his eyes to reveal them faded and clouded by age. The Ageless Master's short meditation on what he had experienced and the task at hand had borne little fruit, leaving him with many questions. He had died at peace, had he not? Or had he wanted something more? Did he want peace or was this what he truly sought, ever greater adventures to test himself? Had he failed to attain the peace of beyond and if so, was it forever out of his grasp? Questions for another time and another place.

Sighing, Sho Tenshin took stock of the situation and admitted to himself that did not know what to do. He did not know where he was and he only had vague ideas on who some of his companions might be, tales from lands distant to his own, it was all too strange. So he decided to try to clear his mind and focus on the moment, as had often been his way in life. As was often his way in life. As a gesture of goodwill to start, he removed his haori jacket and offered it to Ffamran folded in outstretched arms. "Still, this is no weather to be dressed as you are. Please, take my jacket at least, I assure you I am well protected from the cold".

[User]
As pain filled Mortimer's mind, it occurred to him that his body was whole.

With all the energy that was being used to keep him alive for millennia, him being murdered would have caused all that energy to escape violently, destroying his body and the place he called home at the time. The fact that he could feel the cold and the dull phantom ache of a blade in his side told him that somehow his body had been remade. Maybe someone brought him back to place judgement on him for his "crimes."

Mortimer opened his eyes and sat up. There were others just waking up as well except for one. A woman with a shock of red hair and a sword he couldn't- wouldn't forget. The sword's likeness was emblazoned on the shields and tabards of the paladins of old, just like the one that gave him his second chance. He would have to see if he had anything in his journal about her or the paladins.

His eyes lit up as he watched the interaction between the man in white robes and the woman. A small spark of memory flared to life and quietly died. When the man asked the group about what happened to his people after he had died, Mortimer pulled himself to his feet and retrieved a small, palm sized notebook out his pocket.

Entei Bahara

He directed his thoughts to the book. The cover of the book pulsed gently with a white glow. He opened the book to find all the notes he had on the place. One note caught his eye.

'The Tragedy of Entei Bahara'

"Oh, it's been a long time since I've seen that play. I love tragedies." Mortimer said aloud to himself. Then he remembered where he was, and looked up at the robed man, and found an older man standing next to the man and holding out a jacket to him.

"I have a lot of notes on the empire," Mortimer said as he waved his journal at the man in the robes. "Spanning millennia, when did you die? Better yet, can I get your name? It might have been of note." He asked the robed man.

It was then that he noticed the dead village around him lacking the souls of the dead. Not a single spirit that he could see lingered around. It was almost as if they'd moved on, but with the marks of what happened, there had to have been at least one or two spirits locked in the memories of their deaths, but there weren't.

Mortimer shivered, but not from the chill in the air.

[Assistant]
After millennia reliving the extreme heat of her death, the bitter cold was a complete shock. Sibley's eyes shot open, and she jumped to her feet faster than she thought possible. She began swatting away the snow that stuck to her bare arms and legs, and shook her head violently to get any stray flakes out of her hair, her steps eerily quiet as she jumped around. "Holy f-"

She quickly silenced herself as she realised she wasn't alone. Looking around at the others, her eyes still wide and her mouth slightly open, she straightened herself and pulled her thin shawl as tightly as she could around her shoulders. A cursory glance confirmed that she was the youngest in the group - a situation she was very familiar with - and that they were likely thrown here much as she was. Her gaze swept past the others toward the ruined village before them, scanning building after burnt-out building, corpse after desecrated corpse. The memory of her farmhouse burning flashed before her eyes, and a very familiar anger flared up inside her.

But this wasn't the time or place. She lowered her head and closed her eyes again, desperate to hide the hatred that now shone through them, and listened carefully as the others spoke. It was clear that they knew as little about the situation as she did - perhaps with the exception of the redheaded woman, referred to as Beoulve by the man wearing what Sibley could only assume were haphazardly-arranged scraps of fabric.

She heard the old man offer his jacket to one of the others; she hugged herself tightly, her own dress and shawl doing little to ward off the shocking chill. She wanted to reach out and grab the jacket, but knew it was a very easy way to lose sympathy; instead, she took a deep breath and allowed herself to shiver, as terribly painful as it was. She still felt as weak as the moment she died, her mouth still dry from the heat, her throat still sore from screaming over the crowd. Perhaps though, she thought, if she didn't hide her pain, someone would soon take pity on her as well.


[System]
"I've killed scarier than you."
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VA | Johnny Yong Bosch
Nicknames: Bright-Eye Manslayer
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Rank: Member of the 11th Squad
Specializations: Single-Sword Combat

Personality: Nagatoki Sogo is an arrogant, rebellious, strong-willed young adult who leads with boundless energy and sterilized enthusiasm. He seeks to gain ever more power, ever-ambitious and looking to move up in the world. This knack for machinations has made Nagatoki rather contemplative and observant, strategic even. Which fuels his seemingly dynamic flow of energy. Only when tapping into his inner hitokiri does his energy fold taunt and sharp, becoming a palpable manifestation of his countless victims. Otherwise, one could just as easily find Nagatoki smiling amongst his enemies as he would his comrades.

Biography: Nagatoki grew up in a fairly peaceful family, ignorant for the most part of his father's dark history. Tomonaga Sogo, father of the eventual Bright-Eye Manslayer, renowned as The Death Hawk of Edo worked tirelessly to cultivated his reputation and swordsmanship. To become famous or infamous during a period of unrest. Unintentionally he found himself under the watchful eye of political powers, people who wanted others dead. The pay was enough to wash away his desires for fame which begun his eventual downfall. Somewhere along his career as a hitokiri he found his mate Sue Sogo and begun a family.

The eldest of which would later become Nagatoki Sogo the Bright-Eye Manslayer. His journey as hitokiri started with his father's innocent ambitions of ensuring his son's growth and ended the day he exacted revenge on his father and brother's killer. The night seemed destined for bloodshed. Tomonaga had sent Nagatoki and his younger brother Tanuki off to collect their mother Sue from her journey that night. Only they had no expected to encounter swordsmen on the path. Nagatoki, a swordsman in his own right drew his weapon but trembled against the thought of slaying someone.

Tomonaga appeared in the knick of time, quickly dispatching the two warriors. He sent them on to find their mother with reassuring words. But Nagatoki had ominous feeling, so they returned back to the small estate before retrieving Sue Sogo; they found a formidable swordsmen standing over their slouched and dead father. Enraged, Tanuki charged the thoughtless hitokiri and paid the price. Finally tipped over the edge, Nagatoki charged too but the swordsman swatted him aside and sly as a fox apologized for slaying Tanuki recklessly. Then he mentioned the eyes of a manslayer having been inherited before giving Nagotoki his name. Sanesuke Mori or The Phantom of Osaka.

When Sue Sogo returned, Nagatoki rested with Tanuki's head in his lap and his father's corpse close by. Reassured by his mother's appearance that his father and brother would be buried and honored, he stood up and stumbled away to began his journey of revenge. Starting at the age of thirteen, it took years of odd jobs, dark coincidences, and training by a lonesome, odd fisherman for Nagatoki to feel ready. At the age of seventeen he begun his twisted career as hitokiri, quickly earning his name "Bright-Eyes Manslayer" during a skirmish between two rival factions. During a typical assassination, he encountered The Phantom of Osaka.

The two battled under a crescent moon. Nagatoki had the advantage but sensed a lack of intention behind The Phantom's sickled blade. In the end Nagatoki felled The Phantom but felt unsatisfied. Seeing the elder man on his last leg, Nagatoki believed he felt regret on Sanesuke's sword. So he asked for the truth of his Tomonaga's assassination. Turns out The Phantom and The Death Hawk had been friends working for the same boss during their later eyes. Tomonaga was assigned to a new mission, one that could have jeopardized his family. He refused and because of his reputation, The Phantom and two others were sent to end him. When Tomonaga found out, he urged Sanesuke to let him check on his boys. Out of respect, The Phantom had allowed Tomonaga to save his sons under the pretense that his life was forfeited in exchange.

In his final moments The Phantom expressed his deep regret for slaying Tanuki, explaining that his reflexes betrayed his intentions and ever-since he's been awaiting for his "manslayer". Nagatoki, steeped in his own darkness returned home dead on the inside. Now twenty-and-a-half, he returned home a mirror image of his former-self. A formerly dressed swordsman stopped him on the way inside, seemingly defending his new home. It was Sue Sogo who recognized her son before conflict broke out but the swordsman who saw the manslayer inside.

Sue broke down the years as she bandaged his wounds that night. She had remarried an officer of the Shinsengumi two years prior. A single spar later and a conversation about regaining his humanity left Nagatoki contemplative about his next steps. It was the self-serving powers above him that caused his family such pain, that caused him such darkness. It took him only that instance to realize that his family was dead. His mother had found another life and it was time he had too. After joining the Shinsengumi off a whim and recommendation, Nagatoki found that he wanted more power, both politically and physically. Two years chipped away at his cold disposition, forging a combination of his former and current selves.

Fighting Style: Nagatoki's specific style of fighting combines Tomonaga's hawk-inspired combat with his mentor's sickle-style art, which somehow curves the slashes of his blow. The fisherman coined it as an illusion projected by orthodox arc of the swordsmen continuous and meticulous swings. This combined with Tomonaga's Hunting God Hawk Style appliesa reflex-induced sequence of strikes, thrusts, and slashes usually aimed for legs, arms, and head. First and foremost, he disregards the quick-kill method, opting to immobilizing before killing. When tapping into his hitokiri, his methods lean towards beheading.

Preferred Weapon(s): Katana

[User] Captain Okita looked at the group and when their lack of silence proved a lack of questions he stood up, and scratched his nose. He bowed to the lot of them, and wished them the best of luck on their mission. After he left through a different door than the one they entered it was clear Okita intended to go a different direction. "Form up on me we march." Fujimaru stated as he marched out the door. As the Shinsengumi marched down the darkened streets of Kyoto after exiting the building the men in the streets really consisted of the merchants, and the standard police. The standard police bowed, and the merchant did the same. Shinsengumi were a new sight but their reputation of having strong samurai was well known thanks to their predecessor unit."I will take point who wants to volunteer to watch to make sure no one exits the building alive?" questioned Fujimaru silently grabbing his belt readying himself mentally to take the life of many men tonight. Kyoto may burn a bit if things got out of hand but it would be because it was his fault. Saito, and Okita out skilled him by a life time. He would endeavor not to soil their names.

[Assistant] Ryuga raised his hand. "I'll take watch." the former sellsword said causally. There was some muttering amongst the gathered members of the squad, no doubt that they were doubting his skills as a swordsman. In his opinion their doubts was completely fair as he hadn't really shown his swordsmanship off to his allies. There just wasn't many chances of late to go all out and his style just didn't translate very well into kendo. Not many people actually knew what he was capable of and honestly the former sellsword didn't really care, he was just after the paycheck to survive and feed his family. He should be focusing on keep on keeping his head on his neck and just leave the glory to the ones who deserve it. "So, Yeah mind if I deal with the runners?" Ryuga rubbed the back of his neck, thinking about what to occupy his time if things went smoothly enough that the watch wasn't necessary.

[User]
Toki and his little group were the last to form up. The men looked around exchanging little one or two word comments to each other about everything that caught their eyes - the comments were mase in the language of the foreigners. When the tfoop came to a halt Toki and his compatriots made their way to the front, being surprisingly cautious and for the lack of a better term orderly in their advance.

It took a moment for him to compose his words, but after the five men had bowed to the captains - a rare sight from such ruffians - Toki spoke out. "Captains, with your permission I would voluteer m'self and m' compatriots to deal the first blow." The man adjusted his haori as a nervous smile spread to his lips. "Would it not be best to send us with less skill to test out the enemy first? As not to dull your fine blades on the necks of the undeserving." As he spoke he unholstered his coach gun with his left hand, breaking it open with the pull of a lever and sliding two shells to the barrels while making sure the gun was pointed down at all times. "As effective tools as these foreign weapons are, they do not discern a friend from foe. Thus I would feel it be for the safety of the troop that we go in first." His voice shook slightly as he waited for an answer from the gathered captains.

[Assistant]
Haruka marched in perfect time with the Shinsengumi, her posture erect, her hands folded in the sleeves of her robes. Even as the police and merchants bowed to the group, she kept her gaze fixed straight ahead. It was not for pride or a sense of condescension, but merely the Samurai tradition. She respected and cared for these people, and so she would be the Samurai they deserved protecting them. That meant she would not meet their gaze as she marched. The group came to a halt and she stood beside the Captain as he asked for volunteers to keep watch for any escaping targets.

Her stern expression faltered when Ryuga volunteered. What little she had seen of his swordsmanship was less than impressive, and though she didn't doubt his loyalty, his discipline was certainly lacking. However, his willingness to take initiative was admirable, so she felt it would do no harm to give him a chance to prove himself. She looked at Ryuga and gave him a nod. "Captain, I think we should let him take watch, she said to Fujimaru. "I will remain with him and supervise. This way, we can have experienced eyes both inside and outside the building." With that she began to walk towards Ryuga, but then stopped dead in her tracks when the next member spoke.

Haruka did not think highly of Toki, but kept most of her complaints about the man to herself more to protect the dignity of the Shinsengumi than out of any form of courtesy for the man. She struggled to maintain her stoic expression when he volunteered, but ultimately pursed her lips uncomfortably. She gave Fujimaru an uneasy look, but again, held her tongue. She would not speak ill of comrade out in the open like this, but it would be easy to see that she didn't like the idea of a ruffian like him being in charge of anything. "If you do carry out this task, Yamato-san," she began in a stern, but politely formal voice, "Then you must not forget the colors you are wearing. The people will see the same colors when they look at any of us." Hopefully her words were clear enough for a ruffian like him to understand.

[User] "I see so you all have your own opinions on the matter." Fujimaru said putting his hand to his chin, and considering the options open to him currently. He wasn't sure if anyone particularly cared for the job of hunting down the remains seeing as it left less reward to go with it. But it would seem that his comrades after all had their own opinions on the matter indeed. "I shall leave Ryuga to take care of the dogs as requested. If you believe that we should have eyes on the outside then perhaps it is best that you stay outside just in case too Haruka. I trust no one more than my second to make sure this operation goes smoothly. We may have been ronin for a long time in our lives but now we serve as the wolves to hunt down the fools who seek to destroy Japan's honor." commented Fujimaru as he kept walking taking his hand off his chin he wondered if he should purposely let one go just to test Ryuga knowing his brash tendencies just to test him. But of course he was still Shinsengumi he needed to make sure the work was done. "If you wish to attack first then I shall allow you to do so but remember Samurai are not based off when they attack but why. Dishonor on us all happens if we attack someone who was not meant to fall to our blades." commented Fujimaru quickly in response to Toki. "The operation must be swift. And I believe if we encounter the mad dog he will try to run inevitably. It is the sense of all dogs to flee especially when wolves come knocking."

[Assistant]
I'm super popular, thought Nagatoki.

A grin flourished on his lips as he followed behind the others, mirroring their moves with near perfect accuracy. As the conversation fell into priorities, volunteer work, and ultimately useless babble, Nagatoki stepped up next to Fujimaru. Like the Captain he put his hand to chin and feigned contemplation. As Fujimaru began to speak, Nagatoki dropped his act and instead started to busy himself as they all deliberated.

Crap, the hell should I do while everyone is running their mouths, Nagatoki folded his arms over his chest. They can all wait outside to be honest. With my skills and infamy, I could probably take the Mad Dog down all by myself. His cheeks reddened at that thought, an obviously large smile on his face.

"The Bright-Eye Manslayer will be known worldwide. But that can only happen if I gain even more political-power. His mumbles tapered off to the musing of selfish indulgences.


[System]
Race: Human

Gender: Male

Age: 24

Personality: Alexander is a very confident young man. He's humble as well, never bragging like most warriors. He doesn't speak to many people about his battles, never really being asked in the first place. Alexander can seem like he's too good for people when really he tends to keep to himself. He's not a fan of social gatherings or royal banquets.

Bio: Alexander was born into a small, wealthy family in Escudo. His father was a knight and he later would be killed in combat when Alexander was a young 12 year old boy. Heartbroken, Alexander vowed to follow in his father's footsteps and be just as great as he was. This idea fell short when he was 16 as he realized he would rather be a warrior. This was because of the death he'd heard about. Alexander began training under his mentor, his uncle, when he was 18. He was far more advanced than he thought, easily performing attacks that would take weeks of training. After he was about 20 years old, he was done with training. He set out to be in Escudo's military. Alexander served 2 years in Escudo's military as a high-class warrior. He got tired of doing the boring tasks of rescuing people, taking out bandit camps, and guarding buildings. Alexander would leave and become a mercenary for hire when possible and an adventurer when he's not a mercenary.

Weapons:

Custom made two-handed long sword.

Equipment:

Plated, steel armor. Chest plate, thigh plates, gauntlets, and boots. No helmet.

Special Skills:
-Alexander is an amazing swordsman. He is not the best, however.
-Alexander knows very simple magic attacks
-Alexander knows his way around bows
-Alexander is really intelligent. He's an excellent mathematician.

Other: --

[User] Alexander was walking back to Escudo, returning from a day of searching for work. He was obviously tired, spending more than ten hours running around. As he returned to the city, he noticed a commotion. He heard "Xavier" being thrown around often. Xavier? Who is he? Alexander thought to himself. He returned to his estate, removing his armor and changing into more comfortable clothing. Alexander then left and set out to the tavern to get a drink and catch up on some of the latest rumors.

[Assistant]
"Ello Alexander was was your day today?" The barmaid named Jane with a smile on her face,"The usually i would guess?What did the king make ya do today?" She asked him filling up a large mug filled with his favorite mead.The folks around him were talking about a mute solider that was a monster in the battlefield and another rumor of a orc in Escudo that was a exiled prince of his tribe.

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Meanwhile Xavier was riding on his black horse named "Raknor" riding towards Merche,He knew this would make him a target but knew that Bravado and Meche have a alliance and would not want to break their alliance because of him.He would not want to break this himself he liked the peace and wanted peace to the land and thought his king would be the one to bring peace.

He made his way onto the main road towards Meche thinking of what he would do when he finds the spy,Would he have to fight him he didn't want kill him since the king wanted the spy alive.

[User] Alexander smiled, always happy to see Jane at the tavern. "Ah, yes, The usual indeed." He said, watching her fill the mug. "I was ordered to clear out Blackwater Cave. There was a bear too close to the path to the city." He replied to her. He listened as he heard the gossip going around. That must be Xavier. Alexander thought, piecing the small bits of stories together.

[Assistant]
In Meche nobody cared about the rumors of spy, Especially Astador who Just Wake up. He dressed up and then, as a Captain gave every Guard his Point he will Protect. Astador decided to give Main Gate to himself, because there was rumors that somebody important will enter the Town today. Astador wanted to make Upper Captain proud.

One of the merchants missed his papers and after not letting him in, tryed to hit Astador with a knife, Thankfully for Eagle eye of Astador, he saw the knife before impact, grabbed his Arm and disarmed him. Another situation when death almost looked into his eyes. Caravan leader will not be glad.

[User]
His coffers more noticeably empty than usual Kormac was travelling in rural Bravado rather than his usual haunt of the Meche countryside. He sets up camp in a field outside of town, paying the farmer for the land with the last of his coppers. He sets up his mobile tavern with lamps illuminating the field to dispel darkness and several small boxes loaned from the farmhouse as makeshift tables.

Once done with his preparation he takes a small bundle of flyers into the town. Written upon it the name of several choice craft ales unlikely to have made it through the parts. For those peasants unable to read he also has scribbled a small map showing the way to his encampment. Though before he gives them out he makes his way first to the local tavern, hoping to enter a partnership for his short stay rather than conflicting with local business. His club is hidden under his long coat, he doesn't intend to use it.

[Assistant]
It was a lovely day in Bravado. Clear skies, a nice cool breeze, and a lack of warmth in the sun which gave the air that perfect crisp coldness to it. Velethuil smiled to himself, seeing a lonely young woman sitting on a bench. Grabbing a handful of flowers from the passing garden, he offered them to her. Face lighting up, she took the flowers gently, nodding her appreciation to the man. In doing so, however, placing her in his debt. Something to cash in on later, he thought, merrily.

"Enjoying yourself, Faerie?" With the bitter tone coming from behind, he caught sight of four cloaked figures in dark, earthy brown leather armour. Velethuil had seen their kind before. Hunters.

Continuing to walk, he allowed the smile to widen. "Why, yes. The skies are blue, the air is cool, and the people are stupid. What more can one ask for-"

The tip of a crossbow bolt glinted in the sun as one of the figures drew the weapon from underneath his cloak. With a small chuckle, the Fae spun on his heel, and clicked his fingers. A blast of frigid air burst from the ground beneath their feet, covering the street in a fine mist. Velethuil ducked into a nearby alleyway, and his form melted away with Faerie Glamour, leaving a woman in his place. The same ice-blue hair, now in a bob cut, and a dark blue and black dress reaching down to her knees. Stumbling through the cloud, coughing and spluttering, she fell into the arms of a hunter, also in a coughing fit.

The man looked bewildered. "Did you see where he went, girl?" Seemingly unable to speak, being robbed of breath from the ice-cold air, she could only nod and point to the alley. Taking off with a great deal of enthusiasm, the four hunters vanished. Velethuil promptly stopped coughing, and wandered down the street from the way he had come, not yet undoing the glamour. Instead, the woman's form simply pulled the jacket in hand on over her shoulders and sauntered down the street.

The skies are blue, the air is cool.

The people are stupid.

Let them chase hearsay and rumours for a while, he thought. Passing the girl, still sitting on the bench clasping the flowers tightly to her chest, Velethuil smiled at her again. To the woman, he was an entirely different person this time around. I have a banquet to attend.

[User]
"Oh wow that sounds...dangerous,Glad you are here with the living" The barmaid smiled handing him the somewhat heavy mead filled glass."So does the king have any other orders for ya?Don't want to see a scratch on that pretty face of yours" She said flirting with him now attending to another patron who was flirting with her but she ignored it.

The murmurs were getting a bit louder with another rumor of the mute warrior murdering a hundred Escucdo warriors.

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Xavier was riding his horse down the long dirt road wanting to have people stare at him with their eyes,Noticing a caravan it was empty and he wanted to buy some items. Dismounting off his horse bringing the horse with him looking into the empty trailer wondering if anyone was inside.Tapping on the wooden panel of the trailer with his armored hand letting out a soft child like moan since he couldn't speak.

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The banquet would be at a noble's house named Lavquie who along with the other nobles would be discuses what they would be doing to deal with the rising criminal actions in the town.

[Assistant] Alexander laughed a bit and nodded. "It wasn't all that bad." He said, rubbing a claw wound on his shoulder. He smirked as she heard the flirt from the beautiful barmaid. "I have one more task...to talk to him later for a special task. Not sure what it is." He said, watching her move across the tavern and serve people.

[User] Once she was done serving the patrons of the bar she came back to Alexander taking care of the bar while her boss Cad was serving patrons drinks."Weird im sure it's to take care of a giant rat or something" Jane smiled to the other man.She took a quick break for their conversation to serve a patron obviously drunk another drink while trying to grope Jane who would have none of that.

[Assistant]
Approaching the opulent palace, it was truly a sight to behold. After freshening up after the hi-jinks of earlier - and finally undoing the glamour - Velethuil strode along to Lavquie's abode. The guards checked the list before waving him in. If the outside was impressive, then the inside stole the words from even his mouth. Golden chandeliers, elaborate jeweled sculptures and lavish fabrics covered every nook and cranny of the expansive room. Servants wandered around offering guests hors d'oeuvres and wine. A passing girl held the tray in Velethuil's direction, who politely refused. Being a Fae and all, the small bag at his side held a selection of wines and food brought from home.

As the night drew on and the guests became steadily more drunk, everyone was seated around a large mahogany table, with Lavquie at the head. Tonight was about some kind of crime wave sweeping the city. The topic didn't interest him all that much, but it was a nice way to pass the time. Food of all shapes and sizes were brought out onto the table as a plethora of wondrous smells filled the air. Sending a small token of appreciation to this evening's host meant that partaking in the meal would balance the deal fairly. Velethuil didn't mind, though, as it looked delicious.

[User]
-cell

During the course of the parties they were rumors of a solider that had a high price on his head and another rumor of a woman in Bravado that was the cardinal's lover and was part of The Holy Order Of St.Jerika. Later into the night Velethuil could see his a woman wearing a golden dress and looked beautiful.

"Hello...i am sorry to bother you milord but i was wondering if you wanted to dance?" She asked him with a smile,The music form the musician group was getting louder and more vibrate.

[Assistant] Alexander laughed yet again from the banter they exchanged. "Probably." He said. He looked at her go deal with some patrons. He stood up as he saw the grope and looked at Jane. "Need some help?" He asked, taking a step towards her. Alexander was more relaxed in taverns, but he would glady brawl if necessary.

[User] "Ummm it's no problem...im just havin...we're having some fun so don't worry" The patron said shaking his head now rubbing Jane's upper thigh,"Umm look i don't want any trouble" Jane said to both the Patron and The Alexander.Her face betrayed her looking away form Alex showing that wanted Alex to intervene.

[Assistant]
Gossip was a wonderful thing. Even the smallest piece of information filtered through lips loosened by alcohol could be devastating when used by the right person. One of the reason why gathering like this was always something Velethuil made time for. That and the general misplaced arrogance of the Bravado noblemen and women. Still, one of the more graceful guests had caught his eye. More than that, even, when she had outright approached him and asked to dance. Something the Fae had mastered over countless years. He offering a hand with a sweeping bow.

"I assure you, my dear, it would take far more than that to bother me. Dancing with you would be a pleasure." She took his hand, and the two made their way to the floor, waltzing to the soothing music drifting out from the band.

[User] Alexander couldn't stand to see Jane be felt up and set his mug down. He walked over to the man who was giving her trouble. "Alright. Leave." Alexander commanded, trying to take a simple and more quiet approach. Alexander wasn't the type to jump to violence.

[Assistant]
-cell

"Thank you..." She said blushing when she took his hand and got onto the dance floor with him,The music started to get more lively as the two started to dance together. The young noble woman held onto Velethuil waist for support,"I am glad i am dancing with you...this might sound strange but i had a crush on you for sometime..and i was wondering also if you wanted to go to dinner after this dance?" The young woman whispered in his ear for only him to hear.

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"Piss off this is a two only party..." The patron was now ignoring Alexander and groping Jane,"Please stop..." Jane whispered now feeling more distressed.The bar man had his hand below the counter to pull out a crossbow and would be a good time for Alexander to attack or make sure he would stop.

[User] Without hesitation, Alexander swiftly kicked the crossbow as he looked at the man reach for it. He smirked and looked at him. "Leave. Before I have to get violent." Alexander ordered, clenching his hands into fists.

[Assistant] "I don't any trouble in my bar and my bar maiden's to be harassed so piss of or their will be trouble" The bar man said ignoring Alex and was speaking to the groping Patron."Go away old man before i beat ya silly..." The patron now rubbing the bar maid's leg making her try to move away form him.

[User] Fed up with seeing this borderline molestation, Alexander picked the man up and pushed him against the wall. "Listen here, pal. I'd advise you to leave before I beat you silly." He said, ready to throw him to the floor if he resisted. He didn't want to make the scene worse, but this man was getting on his nerves.


[System]
Age: 18

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Weapon: Fists. Send help.

Crow's Beak: Crow's Beak is, at its core, an alternative form of the ubiquitous poleaxe-- a Lucerne Hammer. Also known as a Bec de Corbin (from which the moniker 'Crow's Beak' has been derived), this weapon is characterized by the four-pronged hammer at its head, curved spike upon the opposite side (the eponymous "beak"), and an even longer spike that extends from the top of the haft.

In the case of Crow's Beak, the shaft of the weapon is long and sturdy, extending well above his head at six feet even. Rather than one solid unit, though, the bottom half twists off into a semi-automatic shotgun, providing Luke with some now sorely needed ranged offense, whist the top half simply maintains its original function as a slightly long-handled warhammer. Finally, the aforementioned, sole piece of carryover his original weapon comes in the form of that topmost spike, now a thin yet sturdy coil of steel that retains the stabbing capabilities of the classical design whilst gaining an additional boring (as in the ability to bore through something) utility, in case sturdy armor should be encountered that he cannot simply smash, shoot, or stab through.

Specialty: Close-Quarters Combat, with a focus on all aspects of unarmed fighting as well as simply outlasting opponents through sheer guts and an advantageous semblance. Not a tank so much as a sponge, and not the tip of the spear so much as the glue keeping everything else in one piece. Soon to begin working on middling and longer ranges.

Semblance: Healing Blood: Rather than focusing primarily on the defensive, shield-like capabilities that most Auric individuals come to take almost for granted, Luke's semblance causes it to take an almost entirely different route when dealing with physical trauma— rather than outright absorption and nullification, his aura instead fuels massively overdriven levels of healing. In essence, rather than stack up defenses, Luke's method of survival is always being able to get back up for more after something flays him alive. While still tougher than a normal human by leaps and bounds, you're more likely to see him spilling blood than any other Hunter. This is, in actuality, not quite a bad thing— that same aura-charged blood, when in contact with another's wounds, will impart similarly accelerated restorative effects until it evaporates. In a way, it befits him: To be knocked down seven times means you must stand up eight, and to help others means you must be willing to invite harm upon yourself.

Personality: Luke is a person that can be described, plainly put, as "selfless to a fault". Driven by a deep-seated sense of justice and desire to become a hero, all it usually takes for him to want to step in and help someone is a moment of weakness, or the sign of someone being in need— something he often denigrates as him just being nosy and incapable of leaving well enough alone when he takes issue with something. That same sense of self-deprecation colors a good portion of his self-esteem; he has pride like any other guy, and will stand up for himself if under what he deems as undeserved attack, but his admiration for those he is surrounded by far outweighs that which he holds for himself. Prone to monologuing in his own head, he is a natural conversationalist even in spite of his status as a "recovering pariah", equally capable in the roles of both straight man and wise guy. This is why, to some, he may seem like a simply good-natured, friendly young man with a keen ability to laugh at himself— rather than the fairly melancholic and snarky, if permissive fellow lying beneath the surface. In some ways he's a walking contradiction, being silly and sober in the same breath— just as he values and preaches safety overmuch for someone almost suicidally willing to rush into danger for the sake of another. Too smart to ignore his faults and too dense to acknowledge his virtues, "selfless" really does fit the bill— for the value he places upon himself can be practically nonexistent.

Color: Black Hole

Emblem:

Appearance:

A bit on the short side, at 5'7. Athletic physique, as is the standard for those putting themselves through the type of physical training necessary to even think of becoming a hunter, if on the slimmer side of things. Interestingly, that little hair-antenna seems to be some form of indicator of his emotional state, easily as expressive as the rest of him, gray eyes included. Tends to like hoodies, sneakers, and jeans or khakis whenever not in uniform. Hailing from a town in the mountains near the northern tip of Vale as he does, even the long days spent outdoors hiking and training in preparation for his enrollment at the academy haven't done much to change his medium complexion, and his relatively long and straight black hair makes for good insulation in the wintertime.

[User]
All the time that had past, Skyra was lying in her bed reading... well, except for a little gym session on the floor of the dorm which she was just about doing at the moment when Sepia complained about a needle in her nose. Or well... she would have noticed if she weren't showering right that moment. And when Krys entered the room, Skyra just exited the shower, more or less fully dressed in pretty sporty clothes.

"Bowling? And I don't have time to dress for a casual outing? Oh, come on!, Skyra moaned, her hair barely dry. "Can I at least have the time to not have to go out in gym clothes? Makes me look even more like a dude.", she laughed.

[Assistant]
"I...left it on my bed." Sepia laughed nervously as the needle came loose from her palm and nose with Krysthane's assistance. "Thanks." Reaching over to an open drawer in the top of her dresser, her ears pricked up as she pulled out a small bottle of rubbing alcohol and a cotton swab.

"More like a dude? You look very...feminine." She was about to say 'cute', but realized that it could come off as condescending, especially since Skyra was probably a year older than herself.

After carefully cleaning the wounds on her palm and the left of her nose, Sepia slid a small silver stud into the accidental 'piercing'.

"Almost." she replied to Krysthane's question. "I just need to change clothes first."

[User]
A slight blush formed on Skyra's cheeks which she shook off quickly enough. She quickly dashed to her dresser and pulled out a casual t-shirt and put on a plaid, absolutely not very feminine-looking, skirt over her gym shorts, so that they peeked out from underneath her skirt.

"That should make it look less like I just came back from gym."
Nevertheless, she still wondered why she cared about her outfit so much lately. Luckily nobody had pressured her to put on make-up so far. She preferred to go mostly natural, except maybe for some light foundation and slight eye liner.
Gods... her thoughts were deviating again...

She gave a quiet thumbs up to Krys and waited for the rest of the group to finish their preperations.

[Assistant]
After Skyra's talk with the faunas was over Ebon just went to bed. Eventually Krysthane came in to take them all out bowling. It wasn't like Ebon really had anything planned, so he figured he might as well join. Though he needed to wash up first. Unlike most of the girls, it only took him about five minutes to take a cold shower and dress in some very loud clothing: A white tiger stripe t-shirt, long yellow pants with streaks of random colors, shoes to match, and and a comparatively plain black cabbie hat. Ebon decided that he wasn't going to take his shield since today was suppose to be a day where he gets to relax, and he did enough fighting this morning for his taste.

"Who's team are we going with anyways?"

[User]
Clair Carnelian

 The warmth of the morning sun turned to an oppressive heat. A heavy silence descended on the garden as though the world were waiting for her response. Whatever rules of social conventions that had existed seemed to be slipping away.

 Where is it okay to invite someone to breakfast before introducing yourself? This isn't some romantic comedy or the start of a novel - sure, it's the start of my morning, but this isn't a fantasy I want to be living out at 7 AM.

 She closed her eyes and sighed. I was hoping that Beacon's guys were better than this.

 "Look," she began. "I don't know what kind of joke you're playing, but that's not going to work on me." She let out a long yawn. "I haven't even had any coffee yet," she mumbled.

 She turned to walk back to her dorm.

[Assistant]
Luke Schwarz -- Teambuilding Exercises

"Little"?

We're all about the same age here...

"Can't say I have," he responded with a candid shrug and a small frown. "She wasn't anywhere in or around the dorm when I woke back up."

The fox girl really did have this strange habit of not being connected to the rest of the team... First the mission, and then this? While the reasonable part in him chalked it up to mere coincidence, it wasn't like he didn't notice the underlying trend. Almost as if they were water and she oil, to use unnecessarily flowery language about it, it felt like she hand the rest of them hadn't ever quite fully connected, even only to the admittedly still flimsy degree they were now.

But, to be fair to her, it didn't seem like anyone had really told eachother their plans, and he certainly didn't mean to meet his teammates here anyway. Who knew, maybe they'd run into their fourth member along the way sometime tonight. After all, he was only three days new to Beacon. He really couldn't say he had enough time to go on about the faunus, or any of his peers for that matter, like that.

Simply too little time to make any judgements, let alone judgement calls.

"So, battle gear, huh? What'd you end up getting?" he asked the gunslinger girl, curiously peering over to her bags and such.

[User] "This is just some hair clips that can channel a small amount of dust to create a small barrier like wearing a helmet. Though I ordered some new clothes made of tougher material and a pair of belts to hold my weapon rather than the thins strap." Cian stated simply after all it wasn't to odd to wonder about what a teammate wanted for battle gear after all something like that was pretty important or so she thought. "So I heard your here for a new bike? How did that go did you manage to get one?" She asked trying to keep a conversation going it was only polite or so she thought plus it was still rather early and she had some time left to get her hair cut.

[Assistant]
Cobalt nodded and smiled as he listened to the headmaster tell him where he would be staying and such. His stuff had been delivered to the dorm and he would he receiving his schedule shortly. He was very excited to be attending Beacon, it's been his life dream to attend a prestigious school like this. He looked at who his teammates were going to be and smiled. These all sounded like very nice people. He should make them a welcome back feast when they get back from their mission. He should probably make something simple though. Headmaster Ozpin coughed to get his attention and Cobalt's eyes focused. "Oh, yes of course! I'll get out right now! You're a busy man and I don't want to keep you waiting for me!" Cobalt got out of his chair and began to leave when Ozpin spoke. "You're forgetting your schedule Mr. Chideta. We wouldn't want you to be tardy." Cobalt chuckled and grabbed it from the desk. " Sorry." He backed out of the room and closed the door. Damn. That guy really knows how to make a guy feel at home. He's so calm all the time.

Cobalt walked to his dorm and opened the door with the key he got. The room was nice, if a bit small for his tastes. He set up his stuff and smiled. Now all he needed was, ah there it is. He put up his poster of X-Ray and Vav and smiled. It wasn't much, but it was his new home. Now he needed to go out and make some new friends. He walked out of the dorm and locked it, then went to go meet people.

[User]
Abel Fulgurate

A date? Abel had to make a conscious effort to stop himself from doing something stupid. Really, there wasn't much chance of it being a proper date, which was probably good given his inexperience. They would both have most of their teams around at the same time. Still, the thought of potentially spending time with someone not obligated to do so with him, particularly a girl like Krysanthe, made the smile on his face indelible for the next few minutes.

Realizing he had been getting nowhere in regards to locating his teammates for some time, Abel opted to whip out his scroll and contact the remaining members of his team via the wonders of technology. Right off the bat, he realized he had forgotten to get Shiro's new number, still having the number of his smashed scroll on his own. After a hefty sigh, Abel decided to message Gren instead.

To: Gren Orchid
From: Abel Fulgurate
Subject: Stuff we could do

Hi. Been looking for you guys. I thought we'd go with everyone else into town and have some fun before school started. There's a bowling place called Drury Lanes that also has fast food. Neat, casual sort of place, we could hang out.

Abel always felt somewhat self-conscious when he used words like 'hang out'. He always got the impression that other people would be thinking that he was trying too hard to be cool.

I'll be at the airship docks in ten minutes, even if you don't want to go. Sapphire's not coming, she's doing stuff with Oswald.

At first Abel had been about to type 'going on a date' rather than 'doing stuff', but he ran out of characters. Shrugging, he sent the text and made for the airship port.

Naturally, Abel was the first to arrive—if anyone else was, in fact, coming. As much as he wanted to remain optimistic, he couldn't help but get that sinking feeling in his gut. Hopefully he wouldn't be heading out alone.

[Assistant]
Luke Schwarz -- Show & Tell

"They make hairclips that can do that?!" he gasped, eyes widening in disbelief. "Technology is amazing..."

Force-field hairclips? That was something straight out of some JRPG, maybe one of those "magitech" settings in anime...

Though, that'd be revolutionary even in Academy City...

Force field Hair Clips! Seriously! Imagine if the Railgun got one of those things!

A force-field Gekota clip...

Hm. Would she even need one, though? Electromagnetism can get a lot done...

"Oh, yeah. Already got it." he answered, vaguely gesturing outside. "Found a small little shop and got a nice one from it for a pretty decent price. Rides great!"


[System]
Age: 6
Sex: Male
Race: Offworlder
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Personality: Wain is a bit of a brat. Being naturally better than others without having to train for it tends to do that. He was born talented, and at a glance seemed to always understand the skills that others could perform, and how he could mimic them. Deciding he was tired of listening to others talk about great gods of destruction, he set himself the goal to replace the Destruction God of their universe. An ambitious task, especially since it turns out Wain is... Rather lazy, and tends to quit tasks immediately when they start to bore him in the slightest. It's a shame then that he just seems so hard to motivate on things, as he usually shortcuts his way to stuff if the path is available. He just happens to have the skill to do so.

History: Wain is weirdly enough the Nephew of Beerus, the current God of Destruction. Don't ask for the family tree. It's long, and probably fake. But he sticks by this story, especially since it makes the odd alien individual cower before him. Always a good start. A natural genius, his power level sat at 400 when he was born, and it has only crept up slowly since. But the thing is, he has literally no training. His entire life to that point was spent enjoying the worship of the odd lesser species that bowed to the Nephew of the God of Destruction.
That all changed when he entered a fighting tournament at the age of five. Thinking it'd be an easy win. Turns out, having no training just gets your butt kicked. Bitter, humiliated, he took a ship, and never returned to that stupid planet. Instead, he sought out the strongest species around to train under. The problem, he's hard to work with. But having heard about the Saiyans, he heard they were sending scouts to some insignificant planet called E-Arth. Either way, Wain knew he had to go there now, learn from and defeat the Saiyans.
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Power Level: 500
Abilities:
- Superior Biology: While the species true name is unknown, it can be believed by many that they are simply a superior breed. It seems that they simply stop aging after a certain point, and their powerlevels only rise naturally. Despite having no training, Wain possesses a power-level of 500. Impressive for any species if one is to be honest. Especially for a child with no training. The superior biology of this strange Offworlder species also means they heal at a rate that can be called beyond Namekian. This just uses a lot of calories, and Wain eats over 200 pounds of food a day as a result.
- Advanced Learning Capabilities: The phrase may be "Monkey see monkey do," but that is true of Wain as well. Upon seeing a technique, he can break down how it operates just at a glance. And rapidly develop the skill himself, skipping over nearly all kinds of training one would require otherwise.

Techniques:
- Ripper Ball: A fairly simple technique that seems to come natural to Wain. This simple sphere is more like a sawblade. As when it strikes the target, it thins upon contact. Slicing through the target and coming out the otherside. It can be compared to Destruction Disk, but is notably weaker, and better for removing limbs than bisection, and has much less cutting power.
- Pressure Point Attacks: Wain's species seems to have excellent eyesight. And this means he can identify a pressure point in the body of other alien species at a glance. In a fight, he seems to instinctively strike at those. Aiming to cripple his enemy before they can get rolling.

Other: Really likes pocky. Because he can try to see how many he can hold in his mouth at a time.

[User]
Josh stood shaking his head as soon as the woman dashed off to find her partner. He looked towards the human

"I wouldn't follow her, you humans always get yourselves to deep into trouble, go home and quiver like the rat you are." Josh yelled as he dashed off and caught up with the woman with the tail

"So... What are you, your not human, they don't have tails...Anymore." He asked the woman

"Also, what do you mean he went rogue?"

She must be working for someone...Intresting.

[Assistant]
Power Level: 500
Activity: Still at the Dojo
@Eviledd1984

He got blocked? Well, he wasn't that mad about it. At least now the old man was paying attention to him. And that, in Wain's book was a win. Maybe this old guy was less of a stiff twit, and would be willing to teach him the cool moves. immediately that fuming feline placed his hands on his hips, glaring at the older man. Wain's tongue sticking right out, making out a little Bleh sound at the strange horned guy's reaction. He'd cut off that horn eventually. It seemed like such a nice target. But now, he had to focus on that old man.

"You can call me, Wain! God in-Training!" The young feline puffed up his chest, and pointed at himself. Clearly acting like he was above having to introduce himself to a human. The prospect of this human training the strongest person on this planet felt like a joke, but he wasn't about to argue it. Mostly because the human suggested the god-to-be couldn't beat him in a fight. Especially after he so clearly ended up hurting himself deflecting an attack from Wain. Sure, deflecting it was impressive, but Wain wasn't that impressed.

"You're gonna eat those words!" Wain growled, ears perking up, his tail swishing about. Waiting for the human's eye to drift even for a moment to any part of the young feline's clear agitation, and then, instinctively, he charged that short distance. A punch aimed with surprising force at the most vulnerable part in old man Kojiro's body. Right between his legs. A cheap shot, but one the older man might not expect. Wain was short enough that attacking the testicles was... A very solid strategy.

[User]
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ᴛᴀɢs: @Reflection@Eviledd1984

Sam turned his head and looked at his master as he deflected a blast of ki off into the distance. The power from it was rather strong considering it came from such a small person. In front of Sam the alien visitor moved to dodge it and returned to complete composure as it sailed off into the distance, albeit after a slightly angered outburst at the child. What soon followed was what Sam had been waiting for, an offer to spar. The offer was made in such a polite and respectful manner it caught Sam off guard, especially given the other two people he had met had been so boistrous and to be frank, egotistical.

"I accept your offer Colda. If you follow me we can use our World Tournament scale arena out the back." Sam began walking the moment he finished speaking, gesturing with his hand to follow. As they walked Sam could hear Kojiro and the young lad begin their fight. Entering the old style wooden building gave view to some of the internal rooms which included a gym, kitchen and fairly large hall. The most interesting part of the interior was the pictures of a young Master Kojiro from his time fighting at the old World Tournaments. Sam had only ever known him as being an old, grey haired man and so to see him as a young man was still jarring even after all his years at the dojo.

As the pair walked Sam gave Colda a brief background on Master Kojiro. "If you take a look at the walls you can see Master Kojiro from his youth fighting at various tournaments. He started off winning local and regional tournaments before being allowed onto the big stage. His first several attempts ended in defeat to a close rival but eventually, when he had mastered his art, Master Kojiro defeated him." Sam gestured with a finger to the final photo on the wall which showcased a cut and bruised Master Kojiro stood above an opponent laying outside of the ring area. "This is the photo of the moment he won his first World Tournament. A couple more followed but this is the one that meant the most to him."

Soon enough the pair had cleared the dojo and found themselves in a large open area. A large, elevated concrete platform was surrounded by grass. Sam gestured to Colda to stand on one side of the platform while he took the other. "This is an exact replica of the arena that Master Kojiro was victorious in. The arena had been a showcase for many great battles throughout the World Tournament's history and I would hope that we could do it the honour of another epic contest. For that to happen we need to fight to our fullest. Master Kojiro has the means to heal all our wounds, so do not hold back. Promise me that you will not hold back." Sam took up a fighting stance and stared right at Colda. "This is the strangest way to meet someone, we do not make a habit of fighting everyone who visits us. This great power that has recently appeared scares my master and for that to happen, it means the planet is in grave danger. I thank you for your help in training." Sam nodded his head in acknowledgement of Colda before charging hi ki around him. Dust and small bits of debris began to kick into the air as his power began to swell. "Know this Colda, I will not hold back. I will fighting to my maximum as it is the only true way to gain strength...now...let's fight!" Sam stood waiting for Colda, giving the newcomer the opportunity to make the first move.

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"It nice to meet you Wa..." before Kojiro could fully respond, the feline had leapt forward at him. Kojiro stood still and allowed the boy to close the distance. With a bit of special maneuvering he had learnt from a monk in a distant monastary, Kojiro smiled as the lads attempt to catch his dangly bits game up short. "I learnt to avoid those cheap shots when life was still in black and white," mocked the old man with a gutteral laugh. "I'll have my turn now." In a blink Kojiro had disappeared, his speed still the same as it had been decades ago.

Reappearing behind the child Kojiro tapped him on the shoulder, quickly disappearing again as the contact was made. He reappeard over to his side and poked out his tongue with an audible noise that a child would to tease someone. Disappearing one last time, the old man appeared next to the kid once more but this time flung his hand towards Wain's face attempting to open palm slap him. For the time being he only intended to rile the boy up, trying to gauge how deep his power went. It was the exact same way in which he had turned Sam into the fighter he had become.

[Assistant]
Lashing out Alex made to grab the strange guy as he flew off but was too slow to reach him before he got out of reach. Instead his fist closed around empty air as he watched the alien woman and the guy with no energy signature fly into the distance. "Who are you calling a rat, freak!"

Seething with anger the young martial artist considered chasing after them, maybe follow them till they found whoever this guy was they were looking for or ask more questions of the woman, or at the very least he wanted to try and teach that loud mouth a lesson in respect, but decided against it. He couldn't take this situation lightly, these were not the kind of people he could afford to mess around with.

When both figures had disappeared over the horizon, though he could still detect the woman's power if not the other guys, he turned around and began flying in the directions of Master Kojiro's dojo. He needed to get back on track and arrive at the dojo before his master called to check up on him and realised he wasn't there yet; he could only imagine what kind of hell awaited him if his master found out he had gotten sidetracked.

[User]
Location: Earth | Power Level: 800
Activity: Talking to Samanosuke & Momo
Tags: @CaptainSully @Double

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Taeto could feel the pink man's anger twist and stir the air; heating it, churning it. The wind tasseled his spiky head, his dark eyes narrowed with his own anger. He was always so angry, a wrath-filled entity on the edge every second of the day. Fighting, destruction really, was the only thing that reigned it in.

His tail whipped about in a controlled manner. He stared down the growing energy grasped in alien's hands. The call, better yet yell for its title bothered him. That move? He nearly burst out in laughter. At one point he had wanted to learn that move so badly that it was an obsession. Master Airren forbade it though, said the attack wasn't her's to teach. Now he was up against it, in the hands of something that it looked detestable in. He cocked his hand back and his energy spiked and roared in his hand in hues of dark blue.

"Bring it! I'll put you down you freak!"

The alien released the uniformed wave, a ripple flowing throughout it. Taeto did the same, rocketing his hand forward and blasting out his own dark blue energy. The explosion shook the air and earth beneath them, trembling the soil and rustling the leaves. Taeto burst out in laughter, maniacal and feral. "WOOOOO! Let's finish this!" He rushed off towards the creature to meet it for hand to hand combat.

[Assistant]
Power Level: 500
Activity: Still at the Dojo

Hey! Being fast isn't any fair! But if there was one thing Wain could rely on, it was that humans are loud, clumsy beasts. Those big ears twitching as that annoying old man zipped around. Turning suddenly, and striking at the air, missing by mere centimeters. It seemed that just being fast wasn't any good against Wain. Maybe he was just that inherently good at fighting? Or maybe it was just that he was born better than anybody else? Because right now, despite the clear lack of training, he seemed completely on point with trying to match Kojiro's motions.

To bad Kojiro went from dodging all the time to trying to attack. As the old man placed his foot down, steadying himself to strike at Wain. The feline child struck the ground with his foot. Kicking off, and suddenly taking that short distance and making it even shorter. With Kojiro's longer limbs, he was at a clear disadvantage in point blank combat against the child. Ducking in under that hand, Wain began to punch. And punch. And punch. Aiming a flurry of angry young blows directly at the old man's exposed chest.

His tail though, that was the real problem. That sneaky tail had reached out, and grabbed at Kojiro's hand. Despite the difference in size and weight, this means that even if Kojiro tried to run, he'd just be dragging Wain with him. Effectively nullifying that speed difference between them. Was the kid just that smart, or was it instinct?

"How dare you think you're as good as me!?" Wain shouted during his attacks. "You're just some Silver Fang wannabe! So just get your own schtick already!"


[System]
Full name: Ayaan, the Protector of the Forests

Physical Description: Ayaan's height: 7.9 ft Ayaan's weight: 1980 pounds.
Brown, smooth fur slightly covers a lively face. Glowing brown eyes deter enemies and watch over friends.
This is the face of Ayaan, a true spectacle among the rest of the friendly animals. She stands high among others, despite her timid attitude. Perhaps it's a feeling of hospitality or perhaps it's simply her looks, but nobody knows.

Class: Fantastical Beast, Amarog (basically just a giant bear)

Your Place in the World: Ayaan was your average grizzly bear before odd things started to happen. The once beautiful and flourishing trees warped and became dry and brittle, which could be easily knocked down with a simple punch. The grass became very dry so that no amount of water could easily save it. Animals started disappearing quickly, and the forests became uninhabitable and became a death ground for any living being. Thus, many unimaginable creatures began to take form in the forests. Ayaan was very determined to set things back on track. Ayaan came from 'the very hearts of the forest', as described by the townspeople. Ayaan always wanted the forests to be back, and when she discovered the Oracles could help, she decided to help them too.

History: * See Your Place in the World * Ayaan

Abilities: Ayaan has incredibly dull claws but razor teeth. Ayaan's guardians (almost every good animal of the forest) follow her with a sense of loyalty and not even a single one has abandoned her. The guardians usually are very weak but can deal a lot of damage in groups.
Equipment:

RP Notes: Can one of the Oracles go through a forest and meet Ayaan? I had an idea about it the other day. I don't know what else to put her man

[User]
Tinkertown
Stephanie

 Minoc set his tea down and settled into his chair, he took a moment to not speak. There was much to consider, and this young lady would probably not like the answers he gave her. It was an indisputable fact that she had the physical capability to kill everyone in this village and one could stop her, but when does she let herself become violent? She says that she wanted to protect us from the lizard-bears, and it is true that she did, that is good. Would she feel tempted to become violent if she became angry? or upset? Would she blame the people of the village for the truth if Minoc answered her question? This is what Draygon's lieutenants would do; they enjoyed violence and murder as a means of solving all their problems. Maybe he had been dealing with monsters for so long he forgot what good people looked like.

 The old archeologist pulled his goggles up to pinch the bridge of his nose, he felt a headache coming on, perhaps from too much tea. He was going to have to decide to trust this young girl not to be a vicious psychopath. Well, he figured, if we cannot trust the Oracles to be better than the monsters we already fight, then spending lifetimes protecting them has been a monumental waste of time.

 "Hundreds of years ago there was a great cataclysm," he began, "we don't know much and very little documentation has survived. Your pod was one of the first we ever found, and that was over 150 years ago. It was in a cave located near the base of the mountain and it was surrounded by mecha. Many of the devices turned on and started blinking when the rock they were exposed to sunlight, but most of them were broken. One of the devices that worked contained a journal by someone named Julie Anderson. It was her journal that gave us the secrets upon which our order was established.

 Sadly much of the journal was fragmented, but the parts we were able to recover told us about something called the Harbinger, a great weapon in the sky; and how, before everything was destroyed, the ancients created perfect beings to save the world. They hid them in pods and we came to call them Oracles, because they speak to us about the mysteries of the dead. You are one of these, as far as any of us know, but additional details about who you are or the world you came from are lost. It was my dad who moved your pod up into the mountain village because it began to took too long to travel all the way to the bottom to run your diagnostic ritual."

 Minoc leaned forward in his chair with his elbows resting on his knees and his palms up. "I'm sorry that I don't have much more to tell you young Stephanie," he said imploringly, "the functional mecha from the original find has been sent to different locations throughout the world, and the data unit containing the journal was sent to Solace for safe keeping." He waited palms up to see how she would respond.

Some more exposition, this time not so happy. Minoc thinks you might be upset. The journal is from your mom, but he doesn't know that, and that lab you were originally put asleep in is now the bottom of the mountain. You get to choose your next path, I'll meet you there.

[Assistant]
Urgrapth's Lair
Sarah

 Urgrapth was moving with animal passion and instinct alone. She had no thought of strategy or cleverness, she moved only to strike, for that is all she knew. When Sarah tipped her blade, shifted her weight, and swung the lightning charged sword Urgrapth's only thought was to move into it. The blade bit deep into the thick, black flesh and for a moment she felt the pain and heat from the bite. The heat grew in intensity until KRAKABOOM!! the sword ignited its lightning power and exploded inside of Urgrapth's abdomen. Black gore was splashed all over Pip, all over Sarah, and all over the walls. The humanoid top half of the spider queen flailed its arms and its mouth opened to scream but there was no air.

 The spiderlings, frightened by the lightning bolt and the death of their mother, lost their will to fight and fled into the various holes in the cavern. For a moment, Sarah and Pip were alone in the dark room, covered in black, sticky viscera and breathing hard. A blue light blinked on a panel upon the wall. Pip trotted up to it and was able to reach it by standing on its hind legs; he pressed the button and the cover blocking the top of the mountain and the entrance to the cave opened.

You defeated the Spider Queen! Pip has pushed the button to open the caves, and your next work is to free villagers. Kensu will be joining you soon and can help. Good job and grab a shower, let me know when you're all cleaned up.

[User]
Jabberwocky's Hideout

 Annabelle watched the blind girl walk with her food into one of the back rooms. She walked confidently, like someone who knew all the steps and had traveled them many, many times. Annabelle crept up to the mecha with the map and began to touch the keys. Something beeped, "Oops!" she said.

 "Hello? Who's there?" came a voice from the room.

 Oh, shoot, she thought, but she smiled like she enjoyed being caught. She pushed more buttons on the mecha device and tried to read the display, the map over her head began to turn, it had pin points showing the location of the hideout, some major cities, and the big castle the wizards think is so impressive. It also had little blips with the names Bandersnatch and Draygon. That's kinda useful, she thought. Absently, Annabelle started whistling.

Annabelle doesn't care that Ruby knows she's there, she's looking at your stuff and playing with your toys.

[Assistant]
Sarah

The final blow leaves Sarah breathless and gasping for air amid the ever-present miasma and the acrid smell of roasted spider-monster, fully aware that she's covered in the gunk, and might have even gotten some of it in her mouth. She feels very sick right now, and retches and coughs in disgust. She slumps back against a wall, relieved that the fight is over and the surviving spiderlings had run for cover, hopefully never to return.

She notices Pip running up to a pedestal with a button on it, and watches with curiosity as he activates... something. Not long after, the miasma begins to recede, allowing Sarah the taste of wondrous fresh air. Soon, the hallucinatory effects would stop, and Sarah is glad for that. She picks up Pip when he gets back to her and she strokes his fur lovingly. She's not sure what happened, but if she is to venture a guess, there might be some old machinery in this cave, and that may be the source of the miasma. She'd need to make sure it's destroyed or disabled so nobody else could use it.

Once she's recovered enough from the miasma and the fight, she gets up, and tries to find a way to help the villagers. She starts with the poor girl the spiderling queen was feasting on, trying to heal her with her powers, and praying she's alright. Once she's sure the girl's recovering, she tries to cut down the villagers from the spiderwebs - while not hurting any of them, of course.

She soon hears steps coming from the cave, so she cautiously pulls out the sword, worried if it's more trouble, but to her relief it's Master Thunderfist coming in.

"Oh, Master Thunderfist," she says with a bow. "I've found the sword - and more importantly, I found where the villagers disappeared to. I hope they're all alright... And Pip was a great help, I couldn't have done it without him..."

She kneels down to stroke Pip's ears, who barks back in gratitude.

[User] She frowns. "You're not Daddy. Go away. I want you to leave!" Her hands begin glowing a deep red, flowing over her wrists and up her arms, a thick red substance that makes the whole cave start heating up. She runs forward and slaps Annabelle, the magma on her hands searing away at her flesh and muscles.

[Assistant]
Urgrapth's Home
Sarah

 Kensu came trotting in, huffing a little from the exertion. He looked at her and then looked at the surroundings. Pip came over and began licking his hand, earning himself a scratch. "Oh, Master Thunderfist," she says with a bow. "I've found the sword - and more importantly, I found where the villagers disappeared to. I hope they're all alright... And Pip was a great help, I couldn't have done it without him..."

 "I see," said Kensu, taken aback. The cave was filled with shiny, metal like threads. When he had come here previously it was empty, open. He felt amazed that it had all changed so quickly since he opened that damn door. The young Oracle was covered in black gore, but she didn't look severely injured. "You could certainly use a dip in the ocean." He said smiling.

 "..master... Kensu..." came a weak voice. Kensu looked down and it was the little girl who used to pick flowers and sell them in the village. He ran over to her and kneeled to cradle her head. "..the lady saved us.. she was amazing.. she's one of the special people isn't she master?.." the little girl said softly.

 "Yes dear girl," Kensu replied, his heart filled with pride, "yes she is a special one." He smiled reassuringly. He placed her down and let her fall back asleep. Kensu stood up and looked around. He felt a wave of guilt wash over him as he saw all the people strung up, but many of them seemed to be stirring and Sarah had already cut a few down who seemed to be able to stand. "Let's get everyone back to the village, then, well, then we'll talk." He turned to Sarah, "Thank you for what you have done this day, I know the ordeal has been more than extreme, and doubly so for one who just awoke. You are a special person Sarah, more than I think you know. Let us work quickly, there is much to discuss."

 Kensu pulled out his own knife and together they began to free as many villagers as possible. When the people seemed to be moving along well enough Kensu fought through the spider webs back into the little room near the back of the cavern, the room he opened that let the spider queen out. "To think all this came from one small decision," he said looking around. There on the floor were a set of steel containers, unopened and marked with a blue tag. They looked, important somehow, so Kensu grabbed them. They were heavy, but they had a strap made for carrying them and so with Kensu's strong arms it was not that difficult.

 Together the villagers, the old Master, and our hero made their way to the homes near the beach for a moment of respite, rest, and food.

[User] Jabber sees a large group of villagers walking down a mountain from a cave, and roars, making the livestock flee, and the people scream, thrown into a panic. He swoops nearby, his talons tearing into the rock, sending debris flying through the air, a small avalanche of rocks and boulders tumbling down towards the village, and his flaming breath sets the buildings alight.

[Assistant]
For clarification, this is on Kensu's Island, Jabberwocky has diverted his course and is attacking the Island for fun, as any good villain should do.

SETUP: The tired and battered villagers have just awoke from a cave of nightmares at the hand of a spider queen and her spiderlings. The villagers were saved by Sarah, a young lady with pink hair and a sword that fires lightning bolts. Sarah is accompanied by Pip, a small dog-like creature, and Kensu, a warrior Wizard who has also studied the power of Lightning.

Play fair guys, and focus on the goal of making the other person's roleplay experience the most fun it can be.


[System]
| Basic Info
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Age:  25

Birthdate: April 4th, 2045

Sexuality: Straight

Nationality: Germany

Class: Psi Operative

Preferred Adv. Class: Templar |

 Appearance
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Eye Color: Amethyst

Hair Color: Snow White

Weight: 161 lbs / 73 kg

Height: 5' 11" / 180.3 cm

Complexion: Light, Fair

Body Physique: Lean, Muscular
Helene's body is well-toned with lean muscles. Her white hair is always done up in a bun or a pony-tail and never lets it down in public. Every step she takes carries weight and the pride that her heritage and training has afforded her. A fearsome gaze hides the bright, energetic person behind the purple eyes. Extensive training and little time in actual combat has ensured that Helene's body is relatively spotless. |

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Affliations:
* Sigmund Weisser- Father and current head of Weisser Armaments.
* Katrin Weisser- Mother and renowned researcher of xenobiology.
* Stefan Weisser - Grandfather and Former President of Weisser Armaments.
* Leon Weisser - Older Brother, Military Service Classified.
* Alexander Smith - Close Friend from the Academy, stationed on Mars

Relationships:
* TBD
* TBD
* TBD
* TBD
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 Equipment
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* Plasma Rifle
* Ion Knife
* Weisser W45 Pistol (C. 2015)
* Plasma Grendade
* Customized Psi-amp
* Standard-issue Ostryx Body Armor

Gene Mods
* Muscle Fiber Density
* Bioelectric Skin
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Biography
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 Helene was born five years after the official end of the Alien's invasion of Earth. Her grandfather, Stefan Weisser, was serving in the German Military when the conflict first started. At the time, he was a potential prospect for Germany's KSK but instead was recruited into XCOM shortly after the devastation of Berlin. Stefan served valiantly and with courage alongside his squad, nicknamed the "Grim Crows". However, Stefan's impact on the war was truly measured when he was one of the first candidates to successful undergo the testing for psionics. While some may call it a gift, Stefan was brought to some of the most brutal and intense fighting of the war in attempt to use his psionics to turn the tide. Helene's father was born on one of XCOM's base in the middle of the war, though due to security concerns he was forced to remain with his mother. The war ended and Stefan Weisser had managed to live through it all, taking over control of the family business after learning his father had passed away.

 By the time Helene was born, Stefan had retired placing his son in charge of the business. Weisser Armaments took the brunt of manufacturing Earth's new line of plasma weaponry, using the experience and information from XCOM to produce the weapons on a wider scale. This, of course, afforded the Weisser family a life of luxury that many recovering from the war did not possess. Helene never wanted for anything in her life, though she often found herself enthralled in her grandfather's tales when he would tell them. It didn't matter the distant look he would get sometimes in his eyes, she wanted to be a hero just like him. That was why when Helene starting showing signs for natural psionic ability, she was overjoyed and happier than she had ever been. Her father enrolled her in a special school for other individuals like her. No matter the obstacle Helene fought her way to the top without regard for anyone else. The school was also charged with preparing the students for military service, as the demand for their talents were high. Helene proved to be a fearsome combatant with the image of her grandfather standing atop a pile of dead aliens encouraged her to push herself.

 Helene didn't even hesitate going into military service at the end of her education, knowing that she had to do her part to defeat the alien menace once and for all. With top marks and at the top of her class, Helene was admitted into a program exclusive to psionics after completing her basic training. As part of the program, she was outfitted with two genetic modifications throughout her training. Higher density muscles meant she could jump, hit, and run faster than most. Bioelectric skin allowed her to sense when others were present or approaching, even release some of the electricity in short, controlled bursts. After her training was finally completed, she was shipped off to Mars to protect humanity's interests on the red planet. However, it was her first time being part of a squad that didn't possess her abilities. It was clear from over-hearing conversations that some of the regular grunts didn't think too highly of psionic power.

 Luckily, her time in the colony of New Star didn't last long as she was transferred into a new unit with a new set of goals. It was time to strike back at the same aliens who had devastated Earth. The same enemies that her grandfather had fought and made him a legend. This time it would be the aliens on the defensive. She was going to uphold the honor of the Weisser name and forge her own legend.

[User]
Hartford Military Base
New Star, Mars Colony
1110 hrs Local Time

The captain listened to each question closely, looking at the speaker accordingly and nodding in acknowledgement to each spoken question. "Good batch of questions, for the most part. We leave in ten, our skimmer will take us to the USS Bronzebeard in orbit and we'll jump to slip space about ten hours after that. There are two other strongholds being attacked simultaneously with our objective, but ours is the closest, so our jump is last. As for the number of tangos, expect numerous, Private Steinboden. This is an enemy stronghold after all, so they won't slouch on keeping it manned. Private Devries, you'll be retaking the course on Earth's interstellar travel when the mission is over, but I have addressed the first question. Your second question's answer is quite simple, and that's that there is no particular rhyme or reason. Another squad is Hawk Squad, you've got the Vengeful Sharks, a Spec Ops team of mostly Rippers with a couple of Reapers in support. So, no particular reason, just where our lot fell most likely."

The captain, having given a quick brief of general details and gotten all the new bloods to talk, walked around the table and hit a button on it, bringing the holographic display up on the fortress that they'd be helping to assault. "And since no one asked, I'll give you guys something more in depth. This is the stronghold Alpha as we've labeled it, though intel says the aliens call it Outpost Warden. Regardless, the official plan that the Commander laid out for us is to insert at the top of the stronghold and work our way down to the main hall while also dealing with any defensive emplacements we can." The gunslinger spoke up at this point.

"But we both know you got a second set of orders from the Commander that weren't so official, which are?" The captain, chuckling softly, nodded.

"He did and that was that the unofficial plan is to move as we see fit and focus on getting to the enemy leadership and contain or neutralize. Orbital support is being tasked to remove anti-air and anti-infantry emplacements on the outside of the outpost. Seems simple enough right?" Damian nodded and took another bite of his jerky as the image shifted to a layout of the Bronzebeard. "Now, as for our accommodations on the Bronzebeard, XCOM units are considered a branch of special forces, so we'll have our own armory, barracks and mess hall for our small unit, though it is encouraged that we mix and mingle with the UEG regulars at meal times and during PT." Snapping his fingers, Captain reached behind him and withdrew three XCOM patches and approached each of the new bloods.

"These are your XCOM patches, signifying that you are members of the unit within the UEG and that if you say your mission is of dire importance, then the regs had better listen to you. However," the change in the captain's tone caused the new bloods to jump, "don't abuse that power. You ever hear of the boy who cried wolf? That's what'll happen to your authority."

Returning to his position at the table, the holographic projection turns off and the Captain starts to walk off. "I'll be back in five to gather you four for the trip up to the Bronzebeard, but until then, get to know each other. You'll be working closely for the foreseeable future." And with that, he and his Gremlin were gone. After a moment of silence, the Irish accent in Damian's voice won out as he jumped down to converse with his new squad mates.

"Alright then, where's everyone from? Hobbies, likes, dislikes?"

[Assistant]
"I'm from South New Star. When I was small, my family immigrated to Mars from France and I love watching holonovels -- especially romance films! I love playing virtual reality games using my neuro-enhancer helmet. I like strategy games and RPGs and first person shooters! And I looove virtual reality dating sims! Not only that, I've logged over 2000 hours in marine combat simulator X. I can totally take out the final boss in The Empire of the Crescent Moon in less than five minutes."

Marcia just wondered if she blabbed too much about herself. I hope they don't think I'm an airhead. I hope they still think I can add my weight in any serious combat situation.

"I love people with courage, and I hate cowards, even though I'm sorta a coward myself."

[User]
She could tell she was going to get along very well with the man named Drachen. A hint of acknowledgement, a note of respect sparkled in her violet eyes when she looked at him. It was nothing he said but the attitude in which he carried himself that she found interesting, though his faint German accent sparked a bit of extra camaraderie. However, the question he asked wasn't something that mattered much to her. Her grandfather never cared about how many there were, just that he had to keep fighting for Humanity's future. Now it was her turn to help forge Humanity's destiny among the stars!

The other member of their trio was a woman named Marcia and well...she looked at her a bit stunned for a moment as she asked her questions. That soft, gentle look in her eyes to the way she spoke did not convey the mannerism of someone she expected to see in XCOM "Sure, we put our lives on the line every mission but most dangerous of all...we risked our humanity to defeat them." The words echoed in the back of her mind of a hesitant and sorrowful voice. Helene looked at Marcia warily, but would hold judgement until they got into combat.

Helene leaned forward in her seat, focused solely on the image on the table her mouth slightly open. Old configurations of alien bases were often used to help teach and instruct new recruits, but this was the first time she had seen something like this. The fact they were in charge of assaulting this place in actual mission and not some mock battle made it almost surreal. She became engrossed in its design, trying to commit it to memory when the corporal interrupted and drew her attention away. So the real plan was for the others to take care of the fortifications while they slip in to neutralize any high value targets. Her fingers curled against the fabric of her uniform, tugging at its edges. She couldn't wait to get started.

Attention was shifted back to the display that now showed their vessel. Helene didn't react to the news of their special accommodations as it still felt like a dream. That was until their new captain approached them with their new patches. Helene reached out and took her patch with both hands as if dropping it would cause it to shatter. The overflowing happiness that was almost enough to break her decorum was halted by the words of the captain, so much that a chill raced down her spine "Do not worry about us, Sir! We shall not let that happen!" A crisp, quick salute was accompanied by a fierce look in her eye. The day she had imagined so many times as little girl was here. As her eyes drifted down to the patch, the fingers on her right hand smoothed over the patch to confirm its authenticity. She couldn't wait to send a message back home.

Helene was so lost in thought that she barely heard what the captain said, looking up just as he was already in the process of leaving. Was she sure she heard that right? 'Get to know each other'?Helene looked around still holding the patch closely, her face tense and her eyes unsure. As Damian spoke, she couldn't help but think this wasn't how she expected her career in XCOM to begin. Why waste time playing 20 questions? She just wanted to get things started already. That didn't stop Marcia from grabbing Helene's attention. Probably much to her dismay, her quick onslaught of information had give Helene the exact impression of an airhead. She didn't know taking out this so-called boss in 5 minutes was impressive but she made it sound like some grand achievement. Somehow, this sweet woman was recruited into XCOM and she was going to find out why.

"That is certainly an...interesting list of hobbies. Well it is a pleasure to meet you, Miss Devries."

Hobbies? Likes? Dislikes? These questions all revolved around her least favorite topic "I was born back on Earth. Cologne, Germany." Helene crossed her arms, looking at the rest of the group but not directly "I certaintly dislike talkin about myself, but if it is the captain's orders. I like to hike and camp while watching the stars. There's some places on Earth you can't tell a war ever happened." Helene looked down looking unsatisfied with her own answer, then looked back up "I can't stand people who are all bark and no bite." The pressure between her teeth was enough to snap a tree log. Her brow furrowed as she finished, looking annoyed. With a mission like theirs, she would rather be making preparations than play nice.