[System] Age: 26

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"Keeps ya in good condition to deal with some of these crazies around here am I right?," shooting a smile his way ,"Of course you know I am only kidding, you and Miss Nancy work harder then most in this place. Just thought I would try and turn your little lips into a smile."

Hoping that Joshua would really understand he was being truthful, Xander started slowly pacing in front of the door. Josh here was a tough cookie to crack. Xander really enjoyed getting to know other's that he felt deserved respect, however he knew a guard opening up to a patient would be a hard bargain to snag. "So, quick question for you Josh. What would it take to let me pet old Ichi there?" Throwing his hands up, "I know, I know strange request, and think of it what you will. But I tell ya I truely do miss getting to hang out with pups as much as you get the chance to. Feel free to say no as well, I won't pry."

North

[Assistant]
North @Americore

"Sure...and you two be safe also.." Kevin said softly nodding his head and turning around heading to where the food was being served, He needed something to eat and the food being served were something to be desired but was good enough. Getting a tray and getting his food form the cook who was staring at him bug eyed that furthered his paranoia about this place.

He could hear the slight rambling of Xander speaking to Joshua which made the guard thank god that Joshua would do okay if their was ever a uprising, The thought of it made him shiver in fright.

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Joshua nodded at Xander. "I am well aware that you are joking." But of course the part about having to keep yourself in good shape to deal with some of the more... mental patients here, is true. Although he did suppose that most of the guards here keep themselves conditioned in case someone tries something. His right hand found its way to the left part of his abdomen, a habit one could say. Underneath his hand though was his pistol, something he always carried around under his guard vest. "I would say that Nancy works harder than me, considering that she has more responsibilities than me." To be honest, he hasn't really talked to Nancy too much before. Maybe it's because of her empathetic skills that he feels uncomfortable around her. He didn't want to be read like an open book. Although he would still approach her, he wouldn't actively seek her out. But she is admittedly a very nice person unlike the other doctors and nurses.

He then looked at his dog who was sitting down, looking at some random tile on the ground. "Sure." He replied with a shrug. He never really cared, as long as Ichi didn't die. If he did, well, Joshua couldn't say for sure what he would do to the person. He opened the cell door, cautious but not obvious, and then whistled at Ichi. It was a different tune than earlier. The dog perked up his ears and stood on all fours before wagging his tail happily. The dog made its way to Xander, but not too far from Joshua.

[Assistant]
For the first time in months Xander's eyes lit up. Not everyday in here I get something to brighten myself up so better take advantage thinking to himself as he slowly dropped to one knee so as to not alarm Ichi. "Thank you very much Joshua. This is very kind of you." As he pet the dog memories came flooding back of Pepper. "You are a strong boy aren't you Ichi? Such a reliable guy helping keep Joshua in line huh bud?" laughing to himself as the time stream of the past flowed through his mind.

Drop that Pepper! Come on don't eat that, that belonged to the other Pup! There ya go boy, go get it, good boy! The memories were like happy dreams of simpler times. Pepper was a hand full but he never minded holding all of his personality because of what a companion he had made. Better end this quick before I star tearing up in front of the guard huh? thinking to himself as his eyes began to gloss over a bit. Xander stood and looked at Josh, "Once again thank you very much it brightened my day up Joshua."

North

[User]
Nancy took the offered seat, catching a glimpse of the paper Elizabeth snatched up before tucking it away. "I understand just not having an appetite. It can be hard to make yourself eat sometimes, even though you know you should." She pulled the jellybeans out of her pocket, fairly sure that once Lt. Davenport was back from his appointment with Dr. Greene he wouldn't be allowed to eat. Appointments and procedures often resulted in patients being on strict diets as a result of the medication used or newly prescribed, sometimes because fasting blood tests were needed. She would just bring him the jellybeans tomorrow.

"Feel free to take these. Eat them one at a time, and sip some water. It won't fix the nausea, but it should help hold it off." She held the jellybeans out to Elizabeth. "We haven't really had a chance to talk. Do you prefer being called Elizabeth, Liz, Lizzie...? Something else?"

[Assistant]
Thomas Greene

The doctor looked down at the man sitting in the chair before him and shook his head softly. "You suffer from PTSD, correct?" The man nodded, but said nothing. "You served seven tours with the US military?" Again the man nodded, but remained silent. "Do you have any family, relatives, wife, children, close friends?" Dr. Greene was fishing for anything at this point.

The man before him, Lt. Davenport, was an excellent sniper for the military when he served and retired with several medals and awards. Davenport shook his head. "No family at all?" Dr. Greene asked quietly and perched on the edge of his desk, studying the man sitting in front of him. Davenport again shook his head.

A smile smirk broke across the doctor's face and he clapped his hands together. "Alright. I'm going to prescribe you some different medications and try a new and revolutionary treatment for PTSD for you. First thing tomorrow morning, the nurses will have your new medications and you will need to go to the hospital wing to get a full blood panel work up. I will send the orders over now. You may go."

Doctor Greene waved the man away and smiled as the heavy wooden doors closed behind him. He seemed to be the perfect candidate for testing the serum for night vision and overall inhuman eyesight. As soon as the labs came back he would start experimenting. With skilled fingers, he pressed the intercom button and made an announcement throughout the entire hospital.

"All nurses and other medical personnel meet in my office at 6pm tonight. That is in 5 hours in case you don't have a watch. Thank you."

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Jocylin Redford

Jo kicked the toe of her white shoe against the white and blue tiles on the floor as she walked down the hallways. She nodded as she passed a few nurses and a guard. She wasn't much to be social with them because she would just as soon put a blade through some of them than she would talk to them. She watched the dog, Ichi, cock its head to the side as one of the patients scratched behind his ear.

Her eyes searched the man's that actually owned Ichi and determined that he wasn't a threat for the time being. As she walked by, she nodded at them both. She couldn't remember the patient's name, but she remembered that Joshua owned the dog. "Being a good boy today, I see," she joked lightly as Ichi wagged his tail from the affection.

Pausing momentarily to listen to the announcement from the good doctor, she shook her head again. "More good news for us, then," she said and rolled her eyes. Jo knew that whenever Doctor Greene called for a meeting, the next few days were never good.

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Xander perked up to listen to the call over the loud speaker. Another meeting for the staff huh? Probably talking about how to spice up the dinning facility! Oh boy he chuckled to himself as he noticed Jo. "A fellow dog lover I see? Ichi is definitely the most underpaid staff member in this whole facility I would say!" saying as he grinning at the dog, "Aren't you boy? You wanna get a raise don't you? That's right a solid 2 treats an hour would make you work harder huh?"

He had noticed Jo walk the halls before. Never really gotten a chance to talk to her but would always notice her observing the asylum and things going on. "I don't think I have had the pleasure of meeting you yet?" Motioning to Jo, "I'm Xander, but buds like Joshua here call me "People I wish I could be someday"."

[Assistant]
Some time after breakfast

"Hm, okay." Elizabeth took a couple of the jellybeans offered to her and looked them over before biting into the one that was a bright shade of green. She always enjoyed lemon-lime/citrus flavored candies, ever since childhood. "Not bad," she added before taking a sip of water. "And you can call me Liz, if you'd like. Trust me, I prefer it to being called Ms. Kelton 90% of the time. Everyone around here is so formal to each other, or rather, they do a good job of portraying it as such." Elizabeth then proceeded to eat the yellow jellybean with a smile on her face. Even if it was only for a few minutes, she was enjoying the company of someone who legitimately cared about her.

"So do you mind if I call you Nancy? I mean, when we're not surrounded by the white-beards."

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Nancy watched Liz slowly eating the jellybeans, biting in to one at a time. It made her smile. Pretty much everyone else, including she herself, ate jellybeans several at a time. Sometimes by the handful.

"I would be honored if you called me Nancy. So what-" She was interrupted by the loudspeaker.

"All nurses and other medical personnel meet in my office at 6pm tonight. That is in 5 hours in case you don't have a watch. Thank you."

Nancy stood quickly, regretting it when her back protested and she gave a slight forward jerk. It was already 1pm! "Wow! Ok, I had no idea it was that late. I'm sorry to cut this short, but I've got some other things I have to do before that meeting." She was a little annoyed. She worked earlier in the day. By four or five she was supposed to be off and in her apartments in the west wing of Stillwater. This meeting meant that she would have to assist with dinner instead of wrapping her shift up so the entire staff would be ready for the meeting and not dealing with feeding everyone, that her day was going to be extended for the meeting and however long it took, and that she would still have to be up early for her shift tomorrow. There was no way she was getting through this day without a pain killer. Her back was hurting even more than it was earlier.

"How about tomorrow night you come to the game room around 8? We can continue chatting. I should be done playing checkers with Lt. Davenport by then."

[Assistant]
Sasha was in his room, the door left open. He didn't have much interest in socializing, as per usual. He was much more content to, instead, lay back on his cot and read his book. The battered the book that rested in his hands, titled "The Brothers Karamazov", was the only title he even vaguely recognized in the library. The reading material here was a bit dry.

The large man was situated on his back, propped up on the headboard of his bed and the flat pillow that had been issued to him. One arm rested behind his head and the other held the book open in front of him. His legs were stretched out and crossed at the ankles, hanging several inches off the bed. These cots hadn't been made with people of his stature in mind. Not that Sasha wasn't used to it by now.

He never bothered to complain, anyway. Something told him his criticism would go in one ear and out the other around here. Honestly, as far as trouble makers went, Sasha was pretty tame. He mostly just sat around quietly, either reading, brooding, or just thinking. He didn't stir up other patients or harass workers. He mostly kept to himself. In fact, the only time he ever caused trouble was during medicine rounds. Sasha had, from day one, flat out refused to take any and all pills prescribed to him. He hadn't taken pills before this place, and he damn sure wasn't going to now.

Most of the time, nurses would give up after he refused. After all, what were they going to do? Force him? But every now and then, he would get those few that would. The security team would be called, doctors would stand by, and everyone would make a fuss. It was pretty hard to make a man of his size and stature do something he didn't want to do. After such a show, he would typically be taken off the rounds list for a month or two before his name would slip back on there and it all started over again. In between those times, he was perfectly well behaved.

Sasha flipped a page in his book and read a few lines before his eyes wandered over the top. The guard with the dog was passing by the open door of his room, and one of the women was stopping to talk to the animal. Sasha didn't dislike dogs, but he found it strange for the animal to be used in such a facility. He had heard stories of gulag using such beasts, but not for what this dog was used for.

Sasha knew he should be grateful that the States hadn't deported him to his own country. This facility was a five star hotel compared to the prisons in his homeland. Nevertheless, he still didn't enjoy his time here. He would notice, every once and a while, that patients would go missing from their rooms. Where they went? No one seemed to know; or at least they pretended not to. Sasha could only wonder how long it would be before he found out the hard way.

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"It's a date then," she added with a smile, getting off the bed to walk Nancy to the door. "But I gotta warn you, I play a mean game of blackjack if you ever feel like challenging me."

After she once more held the door open for Nancy and waved her goodbye, Elizabeth locked herself in her room again and began her daily exercise routine. Was she tired, moody, and nauseated? Absolutely, but those were just excuses in her mind. If she wasn't dying or throwing up, then she could afford to train, although there was a possibility that the latter may occur sooner rather than later due to the pills. But she did want to get her work-out out of the way before Josh showed up, whenever that was, if he would even bother.

Elizabeth started with push-ups, silently counting them until she would reach her desired number for the day, at which point she would move on to the next exercise.

[Assistant] Jo raised her eyebrow and quirked her lips up into a smirk. "Pleasure. I'm Jocylin, but please call me Jo. Only my mother called me Jocylin." She laughed quietly at the dog as he wagged his tail at the word treat. "I'm sure anyone here would work harder for more treats. But I do agree. I think he is one of the best employees the hospital has. No offense." She looked over at Joshua and shrugged slightly. Jo put her hands in her pockets and looked from one man to the other, wondering if they had been noticing the strange things that had been happening the last few weeks, but she thought better of asking about it. "You're right though, I love dogs more than I do people."


[System]
-Work in progress-
Nicknames: The Sword Hero
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Level: 1

Class: Legendary Sword Hero

Hero Class: Sword

Specializations: N/A

Magic Affinity: Wind, and Lightning

Appearance:
(brownish eyes replaced with blue)

Biography:
Born in rural Maine young Cole was born to a group of successful fisherman, and belongs to a long line of such people dating all the way back to the inception of America. Cole's parents were often too busy to raise him so Cole was actually sent to Connecticut to live with his uncle Phil who was taking care of the grand parents. Phil was more of a laid back sort of of parental figure, and much more geeky than Cole's actual parents. Phil was a teacher in Hartford, and used his money to help bring Cole up to be a rather nice, if not quiet young man. Cole tried his best at sports as a young man often taken to local games by his grandfather on the weekends when he was feeling well enough. However they weren't especially his forte, and he ended up simply stopping sports all together in order to hang out with his Uncle, and his friends around a DnD table.

Eventually Cole moved back to Maine where he finished school, and helped his parents out for a time. He helped with a lot of his parents' warehouse work while they managed the financial, and business aspects. However one aspect seemed to remain a near constant in his life after his teenage years. He was constantly teased, and picked on by a jock by the name of Chad Buckley the head of a football team when he was still in Hartford. Growing up Chad seemed to never actually give Cole a break, and though he never got too physical it was unrelenting. Thankfully Chad was dumber than a sack of bricks when he was younger, and Cole managed to prank him in return multiple times in retaliation. Chad would reappear in Cole's life later as he moved to California for an college course in business to further consolidate his life. However by pure coincidence Chad's scholarship also landed him in the same school, and Chad, while mellowed out somewhat, still was a bit of a prick. Cole's hope of life changed as he grabbed a strange book, and was quickly transported to a new world...

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Preferred Weapon(s): Legendary Hero Sword

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Abilities of Weapon:
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Rivia Silvermane
Oblivious to Fers dilemma, it was only Cole grabbing her attention that saved him from an awkward explanation. She wasn't sure who she wanted to dance with first, so she tucked the thought away for now at least as her attention was moved from the sword hero to the dancers around them. Flashy, colourful dresses. Constant swaying and spinning. It was certainly a lot of motion, though she wasn't sure why they were spinning so much. Wouldn't you get dizzy and fall over? She felt dizzy just from trying to track them, so just shook her head as she looked away. The main thing she had gotten was that they were moving to the beat of the slow music filling the air. She didn't have much of a clue what he meant by 'lead' till she looked back, cocking her head to the side as she now noticed the first one to move was indeed the ladies, with the gentlemen following suit and the motion flowing on from there.

Tapping her chin thoughtfully, she supposed a dance always sparked off from one individual and then the rest flowed on from there. But they were so close, it would be hard to do as Cole said to do; avoid stepping on one another, no? Suppose that once again came down to the rhythm, the motion of the dancers. Moving like flowing water across the dancefloor.

The explanation of it being romantic or not was lost on Rivia for the most part though. Whether they even had the same standards and values for such a thing remained to be seen. "Rivia wouldn't mind dancing first. Rivia wants to try." Such nimble movements, coordination, the deft, subtle changes to suit both the partner and the pace of the song. There was no doubt about it. It would make a fine training exercise as well if she can get the hang of it! And this seemed like as good a time to learn it.

Plus there was always food later. Unlike how worn her current attire was, she wasn't exactly struggling to get by on food. She was a good hunter and excellent forager after all. If anything, the current swirling and mixing of scents and aromas was a bit off-putting when it came to the food. Less because most were a mystery, but mostly because it just seemed...strong. There was nothing wrong with a lightly seasoned meal...

"Umm...suppose Rivia will dance with Fer first? Then Fer can go and eat while Rivia and Cole dance. Moving on a full stomach is bad. Causes great pain after all." Nodding her head and crossing her arms over her chest, she seemed quite proud of herself for knowing what was a common fact for them in their worlds; stitches existing. Not that such a world existed among her tribe. Especially if Fer ate as Cole said he did; then he could become immobilised almost entirely!

[Assistant]
Late to the Party
(Mood Music)

Auriel left the powder room with a frustrated sigh. The blood had taken so long to come off, and it hadn't even entirely come out! Thankfully, the blood stain would be noticeable on her white dress if somebody was really looking for it. And with all of the motion causing her dress to sway, it'd at least be hard to pick out. Auriel had one other advantage to keeping the bloodstain hidden, and that was because she was so late. The party had gone on long before she would arrive. People would likely have had more than one drink, and surely the frivolities of the upper class will have dulled the senses of all of the party-goers too much to notice a small thing like the blood spatter of a broken nose.

Auriel stood in front of the great doors leading to the throne room. She reached for one of the door handles and looked around over her shoulder again, double checking to make sure she wasn't about to get another rude interruption. Seeing that she was clear, Auriel took the handle in her hand, and pulled the door open. She stepped through the doors to see the center of the room was host to a large swirl of dancing couples. Dancing was never her thing, not because she didn't like it, but because her wings were rather clumsy and required too much room to allow others enjoy a shared floor. That often meant that when Auriel was on the floor, she and her dance partner were the only ones of the floor, and such things usually led to Auriel being very self conscious and nervous. She would avoid the dancing.

Auriel was very quickly intercepted by a well dress man, a butler and one of the hosts of the party. He bowed and held out a large platter with glasses of wine neatly placed on it. Auriel smiled and took a glass of wine before the man stood straight, turned his full body to face the ballroom, and cleared his throat. Auriel was in the middle of sip when she realized what he was about to do. She quickly swallowed her sip of wine, "Mm- No-"

"Introducing Lady Auriel! Holy Warrior of the Church of the Four! The Guardian Angel and Companion of both the Sword and the Shield heroes!" he said, his nasally voice was clear and loud enough to echo across the hall.

Auriel had her face planted firmly in her palm when all eyes turned on her. She never got used to being announced. Even after all of these years, it always made her feel like she had to give some speech or perform some sort of trick to keep up with the magnificence of being announced. Auriel took a breath and lowered her hand from her face before smiling to the party-goers. "Erm... Greetings, my lords and ladies. Apologies for my tardiness. Heh... Eh..." Gods this was awkward! "Please! Don't stop the fun on my account! I am glad I can finally partake!"

There were some chuckles here and there and it seemed the energy was returning back to normal. Auriel let out a long sigh of relief and sipped her wine. She glanced sidelong as the butler who had announced her, "Thank you, sir. Er... Perhaps next time we can make my arrival a little less... Significant?"

The butler laughed and nodded, "Of course, milady. Please, enjoy the gala- but first, could I interest you in another glass? T'would seem in your attempt to catch up with the rest of the guests, your glass in nearly empty already."

Auriel blinked and looked back at wine glass. Did she really drink that much already? Oh heavens... Auriel's mind snapped back to when she had gone to the tavern with Cole and Fer before they left to help the farmer with their bandit problem. She was such a lightweight, and she could already feel the wine. Auriel cleared her throat awkwardly and blushed, a sign of embarrassment that was always easy to spot on her fair cheeks. "N- no, thank you. One glass is more than enough for me to catch up, it seems."

"Very well, milady. I believe I have accosted you enough for tonight. I will leave you be. If you change your mind for another drink later on though, you'll find I answer to summons quite quickly." he said jovially.

Auriel nodded slowly at that, "Ah, yes. Well that makes one of us." How late had Auriel been? Two hours? Three? With her mother's remorseless training, Calder's romantic pursuits, the gate guard's unshakable sense of duty, and Bander's childish rivalry and ensuing staining of her favorite dress with his blood, Auriel's luck couldn't have been much worse for finding interruptions. Not that all of it had been bad.

Auriel straightened her white dress a bit and scanned the crowd with her golden hues. It didn't take long to spot Fer standing on his own. She followed his gaze and found Cole among the crowd of dancers with... A demi-human? Who was that? She had never seen her in the palace before, and she had spent a lot of time in the palace growing up. Was he some demi-human nobleman's daughter from Shieldfreeden? Not likely with Zeltoble's general air of distaste for demi-humans. A slave then? More likely, but why would someone's slave be dancing with the country's nobility? She was a guest then. Not a slave. But also not a noble from Shieldfreeden... She had to be a guest's 'plus one' then, or perhaps part of an entourage. Or perhaps... No? Yes? Did they have a new member in their party that Auriel wasn't around to greet?!

Auriel made her way into the crowd, smiling, greeting, and being trapped in small bouts of gossip. As she maneuvered through the social minefield, she finally made her way to Fer's side. With the host announcing her arrival, she didn't need to tell Fer that she was finally at the party. She cleared her throat and let out another long breath, "You look charming." she said to Fer, noting the attire that the king's staff had no doubt put him in. He actually looked like he belonged to this world, even though Auriel knew he was entirely foreign. "Truly a member of Zeltoble's highest aristocracy."

Auriel brought her spear behind her and nestled it horizontally against the small of her back. She held it with both hands and did a curtsy in her white dress. It was difficult to tell if she was being ironic or genuine with the noble mannerisms, especially to a man who was very much against high born tyrants from his own world. When she straightened out, Auriel rested the butt end of the spear on the marble flooring and held it straight up. She brushed some of her golden bangs from her face and pouted a bit, "I'm sorry I'm so late. What was supposed to be one thing turned into several... several things, all in quick succession of one another. Did I miss anything important? Notably an introduction to her?" she cast a sidelong glance at the demi-human girl with a slight nudge of her head in Rivia's and Cole's direction.

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Cole snickered as he looked over to Rivia, and nodded his head. "By all means take your time, and enjoy yourself after all this whole party is being thrown in the honor of us. Being a new member to the party is good to foster good relations within the party. Even if Fer seems to be more popular with the ladies than I am." Cole said with a good hearted smile as he looked over to Auriel and had to blink a few times before he noticed the wings. "So you don't just wear battle armor all day, and work at the church? And here I thought you'd have given up, and decided we were better off getting drunk by ourselves." Cole says to Auriel as he looks over her taking in the change of clothes. He had only really seen her in her battle gear, and casual outfit, and the look change at least made it clear she wasn't all business. "I'm not sure if Rivia would rather introduce herself but...she's the newest addition to our little party. The king seemed to have found another young adventurer not take up by Matsunaga, or The Spear Hero. It looks like we'll be travelling together soon...then again I remember that dude from the bounty office, and how he vanished and got lost in the woods so...who knows." Cole said shrugging as he tried to remember what exactly happened to that person. He just kind of...wandered off? Who knew? More important now would be a better time to focus on the matters at hand.

"It looks like Ferr, and Rivia will be having a brief dance. I hope that doesn't matter to the shield hero's one and only true party member." Cole says to her as he wonders if that would make Auriel think a little bit more of the scenario at hand in the matter. He wasn't exactly sure if Rivia even cared, or knew what was going on but he may as well air out things before something happened.


[System]
Alias & Nicknames: Crow
Age: 22
Place of Origin: Originally from France then lived in Ireland

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Blood Status:
Pure Blood

Sexual Orientation:
Bi sexual

Relationships Status:
Single (he has two pet crows for goodness sakes)

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Wand:
Cedar wood with a Unicorn hair core 10 ¾" and Brittle flexibility

Education:
Hogwarts where he was sorted into Hufflepuff

Speciality:
Magizoology

Experience as a Regulator
considered quite new having only been in the ORO for 1 year

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Biography:
Athos was originally born in france. He was born to two pure blood wizards who died when he was only a year old. He somehow managed to get into the system and was then adopted by who he considers his parents and lived in Ireland since. He was quite lucky to get adopted by a wizard family who could then show him spells and other lessons which allowed him to show how adept he was at spell casting. When he received the letter to hogwarts his parents were quite proud and supportive.

Things seemed pretty standard until at the age of 14 he was walking the streets to his home to surprise his family only to be attacked by a dementor. He managed to call upon his patronus and make it home where he did not talk about the event. The creature has to been sighted sense and it is suspect that it went to find food elsewhere or another more talented wizard from that time found it and dealt with it.

One year later, Athos found a nest belonging to a crow. Though there were eggs, the mother seemed to have abandoned or was killed leaving the two eggs contained within. Thus, Athos took the eggs and raised the resulting crows. One a crow of white the other a crow of black. His crows are well trained and by how he acts with them you could almost swear they can communicate, but that is more likely to be the fact that he raised them.

Athos found that care of beasts was his specialty with him also being fairly good at spell casting. Potions was a close third. He has a way with animals that is uncanny and caught the attention of many students that would result in bulling. Though, bullying did not last long since he seemed to completely ignore it and focus on his crows instead.

At the age of 18, his adoptive parents died. A tragic house fire took the lives of the people that had raised him and left him devastated. This caused Athos to go from rather extroverted to closed off seeming to talk to no one but the crows he raised.

With his adeptness at care of animals, Athos wanted to try out becoming an animals and was surprised when he was finally able to pull it off. He has kept this a secret for everyone. This seemed to make his bond with his pets stronger being that he turned into one of them.

After graduating (Upper class) Athos was finally scooped into the ORO due to the tragedies he had experienced (Death of his parents, and dementor attack) he was approached by the ORO. Originally, he had wanted to become a Magizoologist, but this sounded like a better option for him. He wanted his knowledge to go to some good and make his parents proud, even if he was not keen on being in a group.

Notes:
-Patronus: A King Cobra weirdly
-Bogart: Dementor
-Animagus: Not registered, A rather large crow with a white star on his chest
-Crows: Two crows one white (Snape) and one black (Sirius) both are uncannily well trained
-Color: Gold
-He holds a bit of an irish accent

Emory Corrigan - "He seems to underestimate me, but that is alright I am new and my specialty is not exactly that inspiring."
Isadora Albescu Fuji - "My crows like her. Like a cat owner I am sometimes jealous of this.I suspect she gives them treats."
Nichole Arminstance- "She keeps calling me a nerd. While I admit I am a nerd it gets rather bothersome."
Florian Sabinov – "We have not crossed paths much thought dark arts is quite an fascinating specialty"
Kieran McMillan - "Part of me really wants to study him and perhaps through studying I could help him, Bu I know he would not take a liking to that. Further then that being that I am still new I do not feel like I know him that well."
Velvet Gertrude Moon - "She is very quirky"
Arthur Stone - "His god damn stick tried to eat me and my crows. I have nothing against the man but Namor needs to stop it."
Natalia Jade DeVito - "Still working on my impression of her."
Athos Du Vallon – "…..What. Is this some sort of deep thought question?"
Felix Twycross – "Uhm…Blushes LOOK A CROW *sirius gives a confused caw*"
Sebastian Montague – "The newcomers must unite. Mostly because I want to get help with my studies and maybe I can actually convince him. Maybe?"
Richard Baar – "I am not sure we would get along. However, I could be wrong. Not sure yet."
Tariq Lerius – "Another person that my crows like. I am beginning to think they are more spoiled birds then I thought."
The Caretaker – "I wonder what happened to him. I would love to hear his story"

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interacting with: Isadora

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Athos had eventually fallen asleep, though he got very little of it before the next day started. He managed to drag himself to a shower and pull on pants and started to open the chest to place eclipse back in, but stopped. Athos? "Why don't you stay out. It is time the rest of the team met you anyway." Athos gently scooped up the large albino spider and trudged his way out of his room.

The brighter light exposed how worse for wear he was. His arms were coated in thing scratches from searching rubble, his eyes blood shot from lack of sleep, overall...he simply looked like hell. Snape and Sirius stayed on the ground and followed him to the kitchen, eclipse perched upon his head. That made for a slightly humorous sight, until one saw the rest of Athos.

Athos heard isadora, but seemed to ignore her. He trudged his way past and started grabbing various items. Fruits and ham for the crows and then a bowl of raw ground beef for eclipse. The spider proceeded to make happy noises and leap onto the counter next to the two crows and eat with them. Athos stood there watching his small group of creatures with his bare back facing isadora. His usual friendly demeanor seemed to be lost to him at the moment. He simply could not bring himself to talk to her yet.

[Assistant]
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It had been a very long, very sleepless night for Zara. Once she had steadied herself enough to bring herself to her feet, she trudged along the wall until she was once again in front of Felix's door. She could barely feel the turning of the knob, her feet sliding across his bedroom floor, before she landed face first onto his bed. There she stayed for what felt like an eternity- though was truly only for several hours.

She had hoped for a deep enough sleep to ease her troubled mind- she was clearly fresh out of good luck in that department. As her body eventually gave way to exhaustion, the dreams and thoughts of the others clashed with her own. She could see Felix being trapped; could feel the torment and anguish from each member who tried, and failed, to rescue him; could feel the guilt building in Isadora and Athos. It was all Zara could do to not scream.

When the sunlight started to peek it's way into the room, bloodshot eyes stared back at it. The woman drew a long, shaky breath from deep within her chest before pulling herself up off the bed. Dragging her feet over to the bathroom, she stared at her reflection; definite blood shot eyes surrounded by the puffiness of shed tears, strands of purple in every direction, and a sallow complexion to match. In all, Zara was quite the looker at this particular moment. With a small snort, she made her way into his shower, scrubbing away the night before. She then dressed in a pair of Felix's sweat pants and a black undershirt. It was slightly baggy on her slender frame, but she didn't care. Everything smelled of Felix and it brought her a sliver of comfort.

Her stomach soon rumbled, with much surprise. She usually didn't eat when she was upset- her body mostly shut down whenever her nerves were overloaded. However, she couldn't quite remember the last time she had actually consumed anything nutritious: off to the kitchen she went. As she sauntered along, she allowed her mind to go completely blank. There wasn't a single thought she wanted in her head, hers or anyone else's. As she made her way to the kitchen, she blinked and stared at the overly large arachnid on the kitchen counter. Thinking she was definitely hallucinating thanks to her clear head, she snorted and watched it. "Heyyyy itsy bitsy spider...You're a long ways away from the water spout."

[User]
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The night was refreshingly crisp as it whipped past Kieran's face as he raced through the dark forest. There was a taste of pine needles and grass in the air much to his delight, as the all of his senses seemed to be working in overdrive to fully take in the beauty of the night. The fact that he was running on four limbs did not seem strange at all, in fact it actually felt right. With a leap he burst into a clearing, catching a glimpse of the beautiful night sky. He turned his snout up, marveling at one object in particular.

It was yellow and full, shining with a brilliant light that seemed to beckon to him to him ever so seductively with the promise of freedom…

Kieran woke from the dream with a jolt, a cold sweat covering him. His breathing was ragged, as if he had actually been running, as he took in his surroundings and realized that he was still in the dimly lit Workshop. Memories of the day before caught up to his racing mind, reassuring him that he had indeed spent the night working on his research rather than kid himself into believing he could actually get a good night's rest. Well, it looked like the joke had been on him.

Wolf dreams weren't uncommon among those afflicted with lycanthropy, especially as the full moon neared, which prompted Kieran to quickly check the lunar calendar he kept by his desk to make sure that he indeed still had a few days before his monthly administrations of Wolfsbane Potion. Satisfied, he placed two fingers on the side of his throat to monitor his all too rapid pulse, yet another side effect from the all too vivid dreams. Calling them nightmares was a bit too overdramatic for Kieran's tastes, but there was something undeniably frightening about how they made him feel.

Once his pulse slowed to a more reasonable rate, the werewolf let out a sigh as he realized just how gross the combination of last night's clothes and his recent cold sweat was proving to be. He barely wanted to imagine just how sorry he must have looked, but before he could take a shower he needed caffeine as he was all too likely to fall asleep while standing in his current state. So with more effort than he cared to admit, Kieran more or less threw himself out of his desk and left the Workshop in silence. He slowly trudged through the halls of the Dormum, looking much more like a zombie than a werewolf at this point, hoping that it was still early enough that he wouldn't run into anyone on the way.

"Is everything quite alright master Kieran?" the all too familiar voice of the Dormum's caretaker called out, causing the regulator in question to slow to a stop and turn to face the sad creature.

"It's nothing to worry yourself over old man," he said softly, not quite able to meet his eyes. Part of him wondered if the strange man ever slept, but he was hardly in the mood for conversation."I just pulled another all nighter, so a cup of coffee will sort me out well enough."

The Caretaker merely nodded his head solemnly and continued on his way. To where or for what, Kieran was never truly certain, but part of him couldn't help but identify with him on some level. After all, they were both no longer quite human. Perhaps that was why he was the only being within the Dormum to receive a nickname from the somber werewolf, even if it was as lackluster as "old man."

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Much to Kieran's displeasure, there seemed to be a small crowd already using the kitchen by the time he got there. But seeing as he had already come this far, it was a bit too late for him to turn back now. Besides, he seriously needed that coffee if he was going to have any chance of staying awake for the next ten minutes. So with his usual frown he entered the room, drawing as little attention to himself as possible, and made his way to the coffee machine.

It didn't take a genius to see that the rest of the room's occupants had about as good of a night's rest as he had. Fuji's feelings of guilt were almost physically permeating the air, while Vallon had completely abandoned his usual inviting demeanor. And then there was Greenwood, who looked like she had spent the night trying to water DeVito's garden with her eyes. It was only when the sweet, sweet sound of the coffee machine working its own special kind of magic filled the room did he realize that everybody in the room had been impacted by the loss of Twycross.

'What a bloody mess you left us,' he thought bitterly, his expression darkening ever so slightly. With his back was to the rest of his colleagues, he doubted anyone would notice. And for now, he could find no reason to break the awkward silence that dominated the air, so he waited for the pot to fill as patiently as he could.

[Assistant]
Athos looked up as Zara entered and actually gave a small smile as she spoke to eclipse. The spider in question looked up with its large red eyes and tilted its body in curiosity. I do not think I would fit into a water spout...and that sounds most uncomfortable the spiders mouth area was stained red from the ground beef giving it a rather odd look. Eclipse turned and looked at Athos. Am I to go back? Athos shook his head and the spider made happy noises.

Eclipse then turned back to Zara a raised a front leg. It would seem he was waving. I am eclipse The albino spider thenhappily returned to his food.
Athos glanced at Zara. "Hey" They both seemed worse for wear and Athos was pretending he didn't notice whose clothes she was wearing.

Athos watched Kieran enter and looked at the spider busily eating. Good...he was fairly certain the werewolf would squish the baby spider and that would be rather depressing for him.


[System]
Alias: Supreme Lord of The Future

Superhero/Villain: Supervillian

Age: Twenty-three

Gender: Male

Powers/Equipment:

- Stolen Timejumper Suit: Pinnacle of time-traveling attire, blast-proof, and has Minesweeper built in! (Air-tight. Bullet and blast-proof, range of short range sensors.)

- Genius Phone: Pinnacle of futuristic telecommunication technology, blast-proof, and has Minesweeper built in! (GPS. Hacking abilities. Information retrieval.)

- GG-G37R3K7 Personal Stun Gun: The only thing Archie owns that didn't have Minesweeper pre-installed. He needed to buy an illegal mod to get that... (Can produce near fatal electric shocks.)

Weakness(es):

- Water: Yep, still a design flaw in the future. (Suit needs to be complete submerged to malfunction. Phone and Stun Gun short out quickly if water gets in.)

- No Internet: Losing connection to Reddit for just a second would drive any sane person from his timeline absolutely batshit crazy. (Mainly a physiological thing. Could be used to distract him.)

- Old Music: Everyone knows Deadmau5 and Skrillix are for old people! (Same as previous thing.)

- Incompetence: Yep, he stole a time-travel suit. Cool stuff. Too bad he has no idea about the past and is a complete idiot. (He's really dumb.)

- Repetitive/Addictive Behavior: Yeah...the Minesweeper thing... (Yep, ain't bright.)

Appearance:

Personality: Archie Vas, aka "The Supreme Lord of The Future" makes Booster Gold look like a stoic figure of modesty and charity. If he isn't stealing something to better himself, he's either online playing an MMO like a psychopath or setting his browser to private for some alone time. Idiotic, egotistical, narcissistic, and just plain dickish don't describe him enough. Archie usually plays well with other villains, but eventually either talks their ears off or betrays them for his own gain. Most heroes just think he is an asshat.

Backstory: Archie Prometheus Vas was born in 3693, in a parallel timeline where humans have somehow not blown themselves to bits by 3700. Born to a low class family in the People's Republic of New Jersey, reigned by His Eternal Dark Emperor Sir Christopher Christie. Archie lived a normal childhood of sitting in classrooms being taught by emotionless machines hours at a time, being neglected and ostracized by his classmates, and going home to stare at a screen for hours at a time.

At the age of eighteen, Archie moved out of his parents house in an 'angsty rebellion against the parental drones' and moved to New York City and soon found a job at The Museum of Natural and Unnatural History as a cashier. One day, a time-travel exhibit was moved into the museum and a 'genius' plan was devised. Archie would go to the past, steal millions in old world currency, and then place said millions in an offshore account to gain interest over almost two-thousand years.

Archie got the suit easily, stunning a guard close to death using an illegally modded stun gun and ran off with the suit. After donning the suit, Archie began to play with buttons and immediately was sent back to the archaic year of 2015. Just as he warped to our time, the suit shorted out and all time-travel components were useless. Lost in time and completely broke, Archie devised a second master plan to save his own skin.

1). Rob electronic stores for parts.
2). Kidnap theoretical-physicist/engineer.
3). Rob a bank with more then one-million dollars.
4). Profit!

[User]
Valerie was shocked that her little toys actually sent the big tin man falling down and knocked him down an unusual rack of cellphones and...bacon? The girl just swears that whoever thought that this joint was a good idea needs to be burned in Jigoku. As the man slowly stood up and regained his balance, the ninja-girl prepared to throw a barrage of her shurikens, not even caring about the fact that they may run out. As he cursed and cussed, Valerie could just swear that those angry veins that appears on the head of anime characters was appearing on her own, this man...this man is clearly a...

"Baka gaijin! If only you were as kashikoi like me, then we could settle this tatakai like bunmei hito!!" The girl said, puffing her-concealed-cheeks in anger as she threw a barrage of her throwing stars at the man, hoping to end this baka gaijin, right here, right now! If only kamisama could see her right now, he would bestow upon her the strength of not ten, but TEN THOUSAND ninjas to silence this tawagoto no sakuhin!! Behind her, the doors of the hybrid diner-electronic shop flew open and she saw quite possibly a complete anti-thesis of what she stands for...

Claiming he was here to help, Valerie immediately slapped her palm on her face out of disbelief...The guy who appeared was basically a walking cowboy stereotype manifested into one being. She sighed and turned to him, "Are you yujin or teki?" She said while taking out her kunai, preparing herself should the cowboy be a threat to her keikaku.

[Assistant]
Fiona was glad she always kept her 'suit' in her bag. Her scooter was parked outside the electronics diner, and she'd come in for a nice meal of pixel pie. She hated eating at home, and enjoyed the fact that here it was a man who served her and not her sexist mom. She was enjoying that fact so much, rather than her meal, that she almost missed the absolute WOMAN HATING sentence that the would-be robber had made upon his entrance to the diner. By the time she'd realized, there had to be three more people all trying to stop the man. But it angered her that they were missing the real crime here- who cared if he was trying to steal some stupid diner's stupid cash? He'd referred to everyone present as cavemen, when she and about half the other diners were women! What a blow to the ideals of social justice! And the crazy Japanese girl, too! Fiona didn't know what 'baka' was, but it had the letter B, which 'boy' also had, and that meant that the word had to be something that further promoted the male patriarchy. How dare she?!

Quickly putting on her shirt, she quickly took her Pamphlets of Knowledge out of her bag. People looked at the sign on her shirt in surprise and mild disgust, although the disgust just turned to confusion when she proudly proclaimed herself as the FemiNazi. Ah, now the sign made sense. "Your shirt's in bad taste!" One man shouted at her, and she quickly threw a pamphlet at his arm, giving him a long paper cut. "You will not tell me what to wear just because you have male genitalia!" She hollered, before looking at the original robber. "And you! How dare you refer to me as a caveman when I am obviously a woman! You need to respect the female gender!" And with that she threw some pamphlets at him, overlooking the fact that they couldn't penetrate his suit. Unfortunately, her baseball bat was outside with her scooter.

The situation only got worse as the Japanese girl said some more sexist words Fiona didn't know, and a cowboy walked in! Fiona scowled. Cowboys were sexist. All of them. "I don't need your help just because you're a man! I'm strong enough by myself!" She sneered, throwing a pamphlet at his cheek, where a paper cut would really hurt. For good measure, she threw one at the sexist Japanese girl as well.

[User]
Archie just stood there, completely and utterly baffled by what the hell was happening. The little ninja girl was now throwing more home-made tools at him, luckily with no effect now that he knew what was coming. Then, a cowboy randomly showed up with a weird guy with a trench coat and a gas mask. And then another girl from the both behind him began to throw some pamphlets at him! These people were fucking insane! Archie leaned over and grabbed one of the many pamphlets, noticing a very feminist fine off them immediately.

"Wow this is still an issue?," the man in the Orange Timejumper suit asked, "hold off on the craziness kid because you'll have your time in like, fifty years I think." He turned to the ninja girl, firing his taser over her head as a warning shot. "And you! Stop throwing shit and fucking speak English. You sound like an animated schoolgirl with a tentacle in her mouth." He then turned to the cowboy. "And what the ever-living fuck is your deal. Are you actually going to try and shoot me?"

[Assistant]
"I have not an idea of what any of them words means darlin? Are you okay should we go get your..." He stopped just short of parents when he saw the girl had a blade in her hand. " On second thought miss ninja let's all just..."

Suddenly he heard an angry woman shout at him and a pamphlet hit his face. That paper cut really hurt. Charlie might've even scarred, whatever that Nazi woman was packing she meant some business. But she just seem disgruntled by everything so was she really to blame? He held his face in pain and held in a yell. As he bent over his hat fell off to the ground and his scraggly hair was revealed. He wiped his brow quickly and raised two finger guns in the direction of the bossy man and what appeared to be an escaped convict. He looked at the man shouting and said.

"Tell me punk do you feel lucky?" as he fired off a laser in the direction of the Nazi woman without looking. Hopefully it hit. He gave the man a piecing stare and kept one finger trained on him.

[User]
The next thing you know, the entire electronics-diner was in chaos! Abruptly came a woman who could really (And we stress the word REALLY) take fashion advice from Jenny...Or a cactus. Seriously, a rock could look better in that shirt and it would amaze everyone else! The real question here is...Why is she throwing pamphlet and WHY do they hurt like Jigoku?! Seriously, what are those things made of? Luckily, only one managed to hit Valerie and the rest she pretty much dodged easily, all thanks to her NINJA REFLEXES! Just to see what the woman was ranting on about, she grabbed one of the pamphlets with caution and took a gander as to what their contents were, much to Valerie's dismay...

She only grumbled and groaned as the piece was nothing but misandry in every sentence...She shook her head and turned to the lady, actually speaking proper English this time...Somewhat. "Jeez lady, I've heard of radical feminism but this is kureijī!" With a scoff, she giggled like the anime schoolgirl she is and said, "Why don't you go back to tumblr, you baka!" pointing her blade at the wacky woman and still giggling until a streak of lightning flew above her head, making her instinctively duck to avoid getting in the line of fire. For a while there, Valerie had lost track of what she was actually doing...The moment the tin man said that...that...disgusting comment about her, the girl shrieked out or repulsiveness. "T-T...Tentacles?! You creep! You hentai! You pervert!!" she said, still continuing her barrage of blades, oblivious to the fact that they aren't going to do anything at all and the fact that she's already run out of them to throw...

Realizing a miscalculations in her-otherwise-perfect keikaku, Valerie gave a defeated sigh as she had no other choice but to side with the aho gaijin of a cowboy. "L-Look...I'm on your side here! I've run out of shurikens and I'm pretty sure Half-Life Three over there is bulletproof..." she looked to ground before mustering up all her courage to look pleadingly in the eyes of the cowboy in an attempt to settle their cultural differences aside. "Please? If you do, I'll be your tomo-" She coughed as she swore she was trying so hard not to puke out her forced Nihongo, "I mean friend! I'll take out Ms.Andry while you deal with Phony Stark!"

[Assistant]
It was by pure chance that Halitosiman found himself a witness to the great scene that was the battle in the local T.V. Hut, a location that was as inscrutable a choice for a battleground as it was inscrutable for existing at all. But it was entirely seemly that Halitosiman would be there to leap into battle; such was his destiny. A great hero would surely not stumble upon such events for no reason. His friends claims that he was no true hero, or worse, that he had been deliberately avoiding doing real hero work, would be quashed on this day, as it was time for Halitosiman to leap into action!

"Never fear, Halitosiman is here!" Guy Foster announced his presence to the store.

"Oh god, not more of these freaks." Someone was voicing their clear displeasure at his arrival.

"Hey, I'm no freak. I just have a weird power that came from unknown origins. Let me demonstrate!" Halitosiman then unleashed his mighty power upon the T.V. Hut, letting loose a great rush of foul air that would sweep the entire store. Those caught unprepared would find themselves floored by the strength of his attack....but probably not all that hurt. But they would soon feel the mild nuisance that is the great stench permeated by Halitosiman's justice-filled attack! Even the people that may or may not be on the side of justice, which occurred to Halitosiman at he belched. This was probably just going to be really annoying....

[User]
"WHAT THE FUCK!," Archie yelped in panic as literal energy beams shot out of the cosplay cowboy's fingers, leaving a heavy smoke and vapor trial in the air of the electronic dinner. The weird train just kept on chug, chug, chugging! First it was little girl ninjas, then weird gas mask man, then cowboy, then whatever the hell the feminist chick was. For a should be easy robbery, things were getting hairy quick.

And then "Halitosiman" showed up. Unluckily for Archie, the Timejumper suit did not have an air filter to remove outside scents and got a full blast of whatever that guy was packing. "Oh what in Zombie Jesus' unholy name is that!? Smells like a public shitting contest in here!" He raised his stun gun above Halitosiman's head and fired, short-circuiting the lights above him and rained sparks down on the idiot. "DO that again and I'll make sure not to miss. Seriously, ever heard of brushing your teeth or bathing. Fucking savages, damnit!"


[System]
Pokemon: Groudon

Gender: Female

Age: 17

Hometown: Unknown

Level: 42

Ability: Drought/Desolate Land

Moves: Hone Claws, Ancient Power, Lava Plume, Earth Power, Thunder Punch, Earthquake

Legendary powers: Rebeca's most notable power is that her core body temperature is around three times that of a normal human, and is capable of increasing to the point of causing environmental damage. At higher temperatures she smells a little like sulphur. She is both very strong and durable, being able to easily lift and move objects several times her own size. She is largely immune to extreme temperatures (she once climbed Mt. Silver completely naked just for the fun of it, and she looks at a pool of lava the same way most people look at hot springs or a hot tub. In between those extremes, she typically doesn't feel the difference). She is somewhat skilled at manipulating rocks, earth, and fire, though her use of it tends to be rather crude in its results. Do not make any bad breath or body odor jokes towards her, or she may demonstrate just how bad it can actually be.

Held item: Heat Rock

Appearance: Rebeca stands roughly six feet tall, with very dark brown hair (turns black when wet) that extends down to her shoulderblades. Her hair is rather messy as she rarely (if ever) takes care of it besides bathing. Her body is very muscular due to all the hiking and climbing she does. For clothing, she prefers comfort over all else, generally keeping to t-shirts, loose pants and boots suitable to her life lifestyle. She does not own underwear of any kind, because she only keeps the clothes in case she encounters other people in her wandering.
She shares the same markings across her body as Primal Groudon, though hers are black and she passes them off as tattoos. Her eyes are also the same amber colour. Her nails are quite large and pointed, which she conceals with gloves, and her teeth are slightly more pointed than normal.

She also has several scars. These include:

-A trio of claw marks on her right cheek
-Two long gashes down her inner left thigh
-Matching claw marks on her shoulderblades
-Numerous small scratches and cuts on her arms, legs, back and chest.
-A long laceration that begins a couple inches left of her belly button and curves up to the side of her ribs, with signs of having been burned shut.
-A small burn on her left upper arm
-Three short claw marks on her right side, starting just beneath her collarbone and ending on the upper surface of her breast.

She carries a backpack in which she keeps her supplies and several changes of clothes, mostly in case she accidentally incinerates the ones she's wearing.

In Primal Form, Rebeca becomes much closer in form to Groudon. Her markings and scars glow with molten heat, her nails transform into claws that have completely overtaken her fingertips and toes, her teeth become completely carnivorous, and she grows to half again her normal size. Her eyes take on the same molten appearance as her markings, and extreme waves of heat radiate off her body, melting or incinerating most nearby objects. Her skin becomes closer to the armoured plates that Groudon possesses. For the love of all that is alive and good, do not put her in this state.

Personality: Rebeca is a person torn between desiring the company of others, and wishing the rest of the world would just leave her alone. She much prefers the company of Pokemon to humans, and spends most of her time hiking through the wilderness, living off the land and exploring remote locations. Only rarely does she rejoin human civilization, and so she is very self-sufficient. Because of her self-imposed isolation, she has a rather abrupt attitude that can come across as rude. The finer points of conversation are lost on her, and she tends to take things at face value. Even so, she has a deep desire for someone to share her time with, someone who would keep her warm at night as opposed to the other way around. For all her toughness, Rebeca is actually somewhat shy and naïve on human behavior.
In regards to being the avatar of Groudon, Rebeca is mostly ambivalent. She tends to use her powers for mundane purposes (there are quite a few cliffs and mountains that now have conveniently placed hand and foot holds), and she prefers not to bring attention to herself when in human company. However, some of her most destructive capabilities are subconsciously controlled, and her greatest fear is accidentally harming someone. She has cheerfully resigned herself to the fact that she makes for a very convenient space heater, and thinks nothing of sleeping in a pile with others.
On the rare occasion that Rebeca engages in battle herself (she much prefers to just scare potential enemies away), she is very much a physical brawler, getting up close to her opponents and using her considerable size and strength to overwhelm them. She strikes first and strikes hard, aiming to end the battle quickly before she risks collateral damage. Towards this end, she has learned and adopted moves that emphasize her physicality.

Backstory: secret secrets.

Innocent secrets: Rebeca enjoys spicy food and sour candies, the former because it gives her the illusion of "heat", and the latter because she just does. She has zero interest in men, and is demisexual.

LD: 5800

Pokemon
Rebeca does not keep any Pokeballs with her, so her Pokemon can technically be considered "wild" and can be captured by other trainers. This is extremely inadvisable, as Rebeca considers her Pokemon to be her true family and will violently protect them. Their lives are more valuable to her than anyone else's.

Nickname: Maya

Species: Kabuto

Gender: female

Level: 18

Ability: Swift Swim

Moves: Scratch, Harden, Absorb, Leer

Held item: none

Maya is essentially Rebeca's baby. Where and how she came across the infant Kabuto is a secret she will not divulge to anyone, nor are many people even aware of her presence. Maya spends the bulk of her time clinging to Rebeca's chest beneath her shirt and does not battle. The adoration between them is mutual.

Nickname: Mihkail

Species: Rhyhorn

Level: 34

Ability: Rock Head

Moves: Horn Attack, Bulldoze, Smack Down, Scary Face, Rock Blast

Held Item: none

Mihkail and Rebeca met each other very early in her travels, and the two for all intents and purposes have become brother and sister. They look after each other while roaming the wilderness, protect each other, hunt together, fight together, sleep together, and are never separated. Greatly concerned over the growing loneliness that the avatar experiences, Mihkail seeks a suitable human companion for Rebeca and is very critical of the intentions of others.

[User]
No.

Rebeca.

No.

Rebeca, stop.

No. Rebeca tried very hard to ignore Mihkail's insistent voice in her head as she pushed through crowd, the Rhyhorn following along behind her.

Rebeca, you're being childish.

She whirled around, glaring at her brother. No, I am not. And I am not signing up for any stupid tournament with a bunch of attention seekers, now drop it Mihkail.

Mihkail growled in irritation. Fine. At least go up and see if they maybe have an opening. You never know. They could use extra help with security or something.

Rebeca's eyes narrowed suspiciously. If this is a trick to get me to sign up…

Have I ever?

Yes.

Mihkail blinked. In anything other than food.

…No.

Well there you go. Besides, you thanked me after that time.

Rebeca gave the Rhyhorn a dark look as she turned and headed towards the administration desks, but even so she couldn't help smiling just a little. I also spent the rest of that day squatting over a bush, so screw you.

A soft rumble like laughter issued from Mihkail's throat as he followed her. That was your own fault. I didn't tell you to eat all of it at once.

The pair made their way to the administration desk, and Rebeca caught the attention of one of the men sitting there. "Ah, are you here to register?" He glanced at the black lines running down her arms and up the sides of her neck. "Let me guess, you're supposed to be Groudon?" He chuckled. "Normally Ms. Huang's Porygon-Z is here to verify avatar identities, but they're both currently with the other confirmed avatars. I'm afraid you'll have to wait."

Rebeca blinked, then shook her head. "Um, no. I just wanted to ask if there was any temp work or something that I could do." She gestured to her arms. "These are just tattoos."

"Oh." The man blinked in surprise, then shrugged. "I'm sorry, it's just that we've had five other people here today claiming to be the avatar for Groudon. Can you believe that? After the first three, you start getting skeptical."

Rebeca grinned nervously, scratching at her arm. "Yeah, crazy. Guess some people will do just about anything to be famous."

He squinted at her markings. "Though, I have to admit, those look pretty convincing. Must have been painful to have done, especially on the neck and elbows there."

Well isn't he an observant fellow.

Shut up. Shifting her weight back and forth, Rebeca glanced towards the crowd, some of whom were starting to give curious looks her way. "Um, is there anything I can do? I don't exactly want people thinking I'm something I'm not."

The man nodded. "Fair enough. Unfortunately," he glanced around, his brow creased slightly, "I don't think there's anything we really need right now. Maybe when the festival is over, but we're pretty solidly set up at the moment." He smiled apologetically. "Sorry."

Rebeca's shoulders slumped, though whether it was in disappointment at striking out yet again or relief that he wasn't pushing the subject, she couldn't decide. "That's alright. Thanks anyways."

She was starting to make her way back into the crowd, Mihkail forging a path like a boat prow, when the man called out, "Hey! Wait a sec." She froze, eyes flicking about the crowd. More people were looking her way, some of them starting to whisper and mutter between themselves.

Calm down, Rebeca. Just see what he wants.

Taking a deep breath, she turned around and faced the man as he approached her. "Sorry. You might want to try at the Ritzy Raichu, in the hotel just up the way." He gestured further up the avenue. "I'm sure they could probably use another dishwasher or server, or something. If you're interested."

Rebeca released a pent-up breath. "Uh, sure, thanks."

He grinned at her. "No problem." He turned and waved to the whispering crowd. "Sorry folks, just somebody asking for directions!" He gave Rebeca a final wave as the attention almost immediately dispersed. "Enjoy the festival."

She nodded. "Yeah, you too," and turned in the direction indicated.

Behind her, Mihkail snorted. You totally thought he was going to out you.

Mihkail, so help me, I will kick you.

You did that once. It didn't work so well.

-

The distance to the hotel wasn't too far, even with the crowd, and there was a helpful map inside the hotel's lobby that gave her the restaurant's location. When she finally found it, however, she stopped cold. Sonuvabitch!

Mihkail growled questioningly at her outburst, then looked towards the restaurant. Okay, props to the human, that was clever.

Rebeca gritted her teeth. Mihkail, I am going to murder you.

Hey, you can't pin this one on me. I had nothing to do with it.

You sent me up to that desk in the first place!

Gathered in front of the restaurant's entrance were a few of the avatars from earlier, what looked like the mayor of Mauville City, given the large sash that he wore, a stern looking woman in a grey business suit, and what was probably the same Porygon-Z that had identified each of the avatars. Cursing under her breath, Rebeca spun on her heel and started walking back towards the hotel entrance.

[Assistant]
Justine frowned slightly when Wells rejected her handshake. The CEO was not accustomed to being ignored. However, she soon resumed her typical neutral, observant expression and watched the avatars talk amongst each other. She didn't come here to be the center of attention. This festival was for the avatars, and she was practically in the presence of gods.

Mayor Mayer joined the group, content to give his hardworking mouth a rest and listen to the avatars' conversation. He watched the avatars with awe and delight, as if he was witnessing a Caterpie evolve into a Dragonite.

Without warning, Porygon-Z let out a grating beep and zoomed into the restaurant. A few clangs and yelps could be heard from inside, and an increasing look of dread disturbed Justine's placid expression. The pink Pokemon zipped out again just as suddenly, holding a fire extinguisher in its hands. Porygon-Z zoomed down the street toward a teenage girl.

"Porygon-Z!" Justine exclaimed, running as fast as her heels would allow. "Don't-"

But it was too late. Porygon-Z sheared off the top of the fire extinguisher with its Psybeam and sprayed the bitter-cold foam all over Rebeca.

[User]
Dead silence filled the air as Rebeca stood stock still. Thick layers of foam covered her backpack, arms, legs and the back of her head, though her front side was relatively clear. The edge of the foam began to steam and hiss, crumbling into burnt matter where it came in contact with her skin.

The first thing to break the silence was a deep rumbling growl that came in pulses from Mihkail's open mouth, his fangs stark white in the light. A matching sound rang in her head as the Spike Pokemon uproariously processed the situation. Turning slightly to glare at her brother, she started wiping the foam off her arms, releasing more wisps of steam into the air.

Completing her turn, sure enough, everyone was staring at her. Both the women and the Mayor had their hands covering their mouths, the green-haired man was clearly trying and failing to contain his own laughter, while the others simply stared in abject confusion. Rebeca's gaze shifted to the Porygon-Z, who was still holding the now useless fire extinguisher, head jittering and shuddering, then she focused down on the woman in the business suit.

"Yours?" Rebeca's voice was deadly quiet as she reached up and pulled a glob of foam free from her hair, slinging it from her gloved hand to the floor with a wet 'splat'.


[System]
* Age: 16
* Gender: Female
* Race: Human
* Appearance: Armored, Unarmored. She is 5'1, with pale skin, blue eyes, and blonde hair. Her armor is silver with gold decorations. Her sword has a golden hilt.
* Personality: Fanilly is one to take her duty seriously. This is both due to a belief in the cause of the Iron Rose Knights, and a severe insecurity and self-consciousness about her position. She is well aware that she is young and comparatively inexperienced. She knows that she is only in the position she is because of her birth, as she was born under a full moon. This only makes her feel worse about it. For Fanilly Danbalion, captain of the Iron Rose Knights, she can't help but feel that they have a point. She's young. And even though the founder was the same age, she was viewed as something miraculous, almost a saint. Should Fanilly truly be leading them? This weighs heavily on her mind, and thus one of her biggest desires is to prove that she is. In spite of her young age, in spite of how this tradition has worn thin for some, Fanilly wants to prove that she is a worthy captain of the Iron Rose Knights above all else. Aside from this desire, the girl is somewhat socially awkard, sometimes unprepared for conversation. However, she is not really shy and can generally deal with attending various functions in the capital, as is expected of the Iron Rose Knights. She is dedicated to the purpose of the order, to defend the innocent and protect the land of Thaln. However, the doubts surrounding her have lead to a lack of confidence in herself. Fanilly has a younger sister and as a result has a somewhat stronger affinity for children and desire to keep the safe, but as someone dedicated to the Iron Rose Knights' cause she wishes to protect all those in need. While she has a lacking in confidence, she retains some pride in her training, as she has proven to be skilled at swordplay in spite of her youth.
* Brief Backstory: Fanilly was a daughter of the Danbalion family, a noble family already. While they had never been knights, her birth on a full moon immediately made her a potential future candidate for the Iron Rose Knights' captain. She was simply needed sooner then many expected. And so she experienced training for several years leading up to her instatement as the Captain of the Iron Rose Knights. Initially she was confident in herself, but it quickly became clear that even some within the Knights had grown tired of the tradition of selecting a maiden born on a full moon to be the captain. This wore on her quickly, and has lead to her desperation to prove herself.
* Equipment: Fanilly wears a well-made set of somewhat ornate armor. She wields a fine longsword in her right hand and a dagger with a curved hilt for trapping weapons in her left.
* Skills: Fanilly has experienced extensive training in swordplay, specifically in the use of a longsword in both hands, or paired with a unique parrying dagger.

[User]
Nero made no gesture as her smile faded naturally to a serious frown. Words were exchanged, and the young lady Cal did not even answer her attempt at goading her. Nevertheless the constant poking around brought her defenses down. To think the impatience of a child would pay off in the end with our interrogation. Nero thought, as she watched the scene unfold. She flexed her fist slightly, upon hearing the records of the more-than questionable exploit of the mages.

...Heh, if left alone to their own devices, they could probably would've caused worse. I can't help but believe that by stealing it, they did us a favour to reveal the peril that lurked underneath our very noses. Her factions seemed to react, even become warmer from the briefest instant. That Cal girl... she'd lie if she could not find sympathy for her. After all, she also had suffered something related. Nero sighed.

"You did well, considering the circumstances." Nero let a concession slip by, as she eyed the Cal. "I would still like to have tea with you once this is over..." She added, trailing over off trying to find the complicity of her other half...

Which wasn't even looking at her, instead she was struggling up and close with the giant defender of Veileena, trying to squeeze her figure past the unassailable knight, an extremely concerning look in her face of pure bliss. "Aww, come on I can braid your hair, and feed you cakes like the mini captain and squish your cheeks." Sult said in moan, flailing helplessly.

It was then when, like a shot, Nero's hand gripped something in Sult's head. Her twin sister's ear.

"OWOWOWOWO...LEMME GO NERO! I WANT A LITTLE SISTER." She blurted out, making obvious her true goal. Nero sighed.

"And I want a normal little sister. It's unfortunate neither of us do get that wish." Nero glared at her own sister, when something happened that caught her attention. Tyaethe, the Paladin, apparently had lost her marbles. Not without reason as the bandit attack bore relation to the rebellion of years ago. The elder Sunfield tried to reach her, but with her sister in tow, she could only watch how tensions escalated, after Sir Indrau joined the fray.

And the unthinkable happened. Loosened by a peerless aim and swiftness, an arrow careened towards the back of Tyaethe's head, hitting the Holy Undead with a notorious thud. Immediately, the knight traced the source of the arrow. And there she was, the elf knight, her bow ready in her nimble fingers.

"For the love of your dear Mayon. Get a grip Tyaethe. Smashing one vermin more won't make a difference at all." She added, oozing smugness. It was not everyday that the senior knight was in a position to be patronized, a fact that Umbra capitalized greedily, her elven factions half-cocked in a reassured smile.

You wrecked those poor horses, after all.

[Assistant]
"if you've got tea on hand, pass it to the kid." Gill says to Klaus, seemingly unsurprised at the discovery at the rebellious insignia found on the bandits. "'s far as I know, she's the only member either not dead, presumed dead, or rotting in a cell somewhere. So co-" The loud twang of an arrow being let loose cut him off.

Nori just stood awestruck at the arrow now protruding out of the undead paladin. "h..How dare you!" She blurts, drawing her sword at the elf. "Were it in my power I'd summarily execute you on the spot for daring to strike a superior officer!" She says, bouncing with a sudden energy. Tail wiggling with unbound fury for all to see. For those not well versed in rabbit communication, it....comes off more cute than threatening.

Gillian, meanwhile, tries desperately to maintain his composure and not fall off his newly acquired horse in a fit of laughter. "R-hehe-relax there rabbit." he starts, acquiring a modicum of composure. "If that kind of thing could kill the great Radistirin someone would have done us the favor a long time ago."

Nori glares at the insubordinate knights for a moment before begrudgingly sheathing her weapon. "Now then...we all done with our respective tantrums?" He asks, looking the group over. "...we sure? Cause we've got daylight left. Plenty of time for one more....no? Fantastic. Now then..." He carefully leads the horse over to Indrau and Tyaethe, locking eyes with the currently pinned bandit under the undeads gauntlet. "The lions right, you know. Killing her just to find out who is paying her wont help us as much as finding out where they might be. We've already got the Cal girl as bait for the meet up if need be and its the only lead we have to where the shard might be." He says, leaning down slightly to address the three of them. "How about this, if she tells us where she was suppose to meet her employer, we'll leave her here. Possibly dying at the side of the road like an animal certainly beats dying with certainty at the capital. Dont you think?" He asks the bandit, flashing a gentle smile that clashed horribly with the brutality of what he was suggesting. Frankly, were circumstances different, he'd have had no problem letting the paladin vent her frustrations all over the poor girls face. But they had a time table to keep.

[User]
"Well, I guess I should have expected as much..." Tiral berated himself internally. He felt it was the right decision to stay quiet, at least; without all the knowledge they had gathered up until now, there was still that uncertainty that the whole ordeal would drag them all on a wild goose chase and split their forces even further.

And even so...

"Contracts exist for a reason, and it is bad form to break them without sufficient reason. Even nonmagical ones hold significance in that community, but I guess you don't have that, do you? Even if you are a knight," Tiral retorted, glaring at Gillian before sighing and shaking his head. "And do you think that spouting that sort of information willy-nilly would help our situation? Internal chaos within the kingdom and outside of it? I guess I should be thankful that you would have looser lips than I; makes it easier to leak false plans to any enemies if it came down to it."

Needless to say, he wasn't very pleased at all with his fellow soldiers' disapproval of his own judgements. Before he could throw any more venomous dialogue out, though, Tiral caught a glimpse of the note on one of the bandits.

...

Son of a bitch.

"...For the love of--Of course. There's always bigger fish to fry, aren't there?" he hissed through gritted teeth, pacing back and forth as he began to sift through his head for possible culprits of the sabotage.

...

Wait, the insignia--!

"Give me that," Tiral said, grabbing the object in quiestion before kneeling down near the ground and rapidly scratching an intricate magic circle in the dirt in the center of the road. Carefully placing the note in the center of the circle, Tiral took a deep breath and began to channel his energy into what he had set up.

There was a faint possibility that the culprits failed to account for anyone learning scrying magic--after all, most of the knights didn't bother with anything so supportive. Glory and fame, fighting tooth and nail-- that was the standard. It wasn't as if any of the mages in the College would be available to hunt for them, either.

Luckily for him, though, that possible oversight might lead to some sort of conclusion.

"No countermeasures, no countermeasures, no countermeasures..." he muttered under his breath as the note began to glow and levitate slightly above the ground. If it backfired, then that would be a shame. But if it didn't--!

[Assistant]
The bandit girl was terrified out of her wits. She'd been told that it would be an easy job. No-one would be hurt. No-one would have to die. Her weapons didn't have a drop of blood on them. She'd just joined up with this group, she'd never even killed anyone in her life. It seemed like the gods had chosen to frown upon her, however, and immediately things plummeted lower then the black pit.

"L-look, er, I... I d-don't know okay? I j-just joined up er..." the girl squirmed. Her broken leg hurt so bad. She'd never broken anything before. Was this, too, some kind of punishment from the gods? For what? What did she-okay, sure, being part of a kidnapping attempt was bad, but she didn't think that the intent was to kill her or anything right? Ransom and return home safe, right? Nobles ate up that kind of thing... right? "The boss said we had to do this and we did, o-okay? I b-barely knew him, and he's the dead guy you just got that note from. M-my knife's not even bloody, o-okay? I just thought this would be a ransom, no-one hurt. I d-didn't even fight the guards, I got freaked out! P-please don't cut my head off okay? I l-like my head."

She was babbling nonsense, mostly out of fear.

The moment Tyaethe went for the girl, Fanilly quickly followed. She could not have one of her knights slay a wounded prisoner. Even if she was fairly certain the paladin would not carry out the sordid deed, she still couldn't stand by. If there was the slimmest chance... it seemed Indrau had the same idea, interposing himself between the two. Still, the fact that there remained some remnants of Phoran Cal's rebellion lurking somewhere. But why pursue his daughter? What was the purpose? Was it because of her own intention to take the shard to keep it safe?

"Sir Tyaethe," Fanilly began, her voice level, "Even if she was working with remnants of Cal's Rebellion, we cannot-"

She was interrupted when an arrow struck the Paladin's armor. Before she could even begin to admonish Umbra, Gillian spoke... saying that Tyaethe's death would have been a favor.

For a few moments, the young Captain of the Iron Roses was silent.

"... That's enough!" Fanilly snapped, finally, "What do you think this achieves?! Attacking one another?! Wishing death on one another?! What kind of knights are you?! We are the Iron Roses! We stand for justice, we stand for the defense of the innocent, don't we?!"

Her trembling fist was clutched tightly.

"Attacking one another, wishing death on one another..." The blonde-haired girl could no longer take it, "Why?! This... this infighting can't go on! This girl-"

Fanilly gestured to the wounded bandit, who seized up in fear.

"-Will not die here, slain while defenseless," she declared. The bandit girl let out a sigh of relief. "And no longer will we attack one another. No longer will we say such terrible things about one another! We are the Iron Roses, and this will carry on no longer!"

Fanilly lowered her hand, trembling.

For a few moments, Veileena Cal was silent. Then, she folded her arms and let out a sigh.

"How disorganized," she complained, before eyeing the knight who had spoken about her family. "You're an idiot. I'm the only remaining member of my family living anywhere nearby."

Her gaze shifted to a glare at Sult. At least the other sister was holding her back, now.

"... Stop her earlier, next time," she complained once more, though really she hoped there would be no next time. "Just listening to her is embarrassing."

Finally, in spite of all the commotion, Tiral's scrying attempt went off relatively well. The images that were displayed, however, were hazy and difficult to discern. A clearing, some sort of shrine...? The briefest glimpse of a dark, cloaked figure...

The clearing, however, was likely recognizable to at least a few knights. The oldest shrine to Mayon in Thaln, a aged stone structure standing alone... its Reon counterpart stood not far off, positioned in a spot that caught the sunlight just as well as the Mayon shrine caught the moonlight.