[System]
Alias - Superbeast

Age - 18

Team - YJ Academy

Appearance -

Powers - Superbeast has shape-shifting abilities similar to classic Beast Boy, however he is limited to the alien wildlife in Superman's menagerie once obtained by the Preserver. This includes such alien species thought to be the last of their kind:

Thanagarian Snare Beast - Imagine a giant spider creature the size of a small house, however it doesn't spin webs.
Starro - Small amphibious starfish sized face suckers that can control any creature it attaches itself to.
Igoonian Rock Ape - As the name implies, an alien ape like creature with brute strength and rocky skin.
Tundronian Rhinosaur - A ten legged alien rhino with an even stronger plated hide, with a horn that can shoot a super acidic ooze.
'Bone Serpent' of Daxam - Largest known predator on Daxam that lives mostly underground. Can rip a humanoid in half with it's python like grip and pointed tail.
Prehistoric Conarian Bird - Think about an alien vulture, about the size of a small couch an average sized humanoid could ride on if need be.
Humatoad - Eight inch tall trouble maker. Hops around on all fours and can stick to most surfaces.
Bearcat -What looks to be a hybrid of a bear and a tiger from a planet in sector 2828. About the size of a small car, this beast is ferocious when it needs to be.
Lightning Beast of Winath -The Big Foot of it's planet, some people of Winath believe the 'Lightning Beast' to be responsible for large scale blackouts. Others believed it to be a hoax. About the size of a larger dog.
Grass Monkey of Mogo -Hailing from the sentient planet GL Mogo, this species of plant creature occupied Mogo's forests for a time. Can regenerate and elongate limbs, agile like a monkey and similar in size.
T-Rex - Prehistoric tyrannosaurus rex originating from Earth. Massive jaws can rip through anything they bite down on.
Dodo Bird -Small, fast, and flightless bird that defends itself by stabbing at enemies with it's beak. About three feet tall and roughly fifty pounds.

Gar also possesses enhanced speed, strength, agility, and senses. All feral in nature, nothing too superhuman. He can run a mile in about three minutes maybe, like Olympic level strength and speed. Later on he will learn to imprint DNA from new animals to add to his arsenal.

Weaknesses - Same fleshy weaknesses as humans, just with durable skin/fur about as strong as kevlar. Heavy arms fire, energy attacks, mental attacks, etc all work on Superbeast unless countered specifically by an alien creature. For example, you couldn't telepathically hurt his mind if he shifted into the Starro.

Personality - Gar tries to be funny, has a big heart, and is a bit bi-polar. He'll go feral on your ass at the drop of a dime if you piss him off.

Bio - It began with Clark Kent writing a story for the Daily Planet about his 'exclusive' trip to the Fortress of Solitude. The mention of an interplanetary habitat and housing the last of several alien species intrigued the big wigs at National Geographic and the Discovery Network. The cosmic zoo was once the collection of an alien called the Preserver who tried capturing Superman and Lobo for his gallery of exotic alien wild life. It included a somehow preserved prehistoric tyrannosaurus rex and the last Dodo Bird. Meetings were made between Superman and several biologists and xenobiologists and Superman received many letters addressed to Daily Planet editorial.

Enter Mark and Marie Logan, both biologists, who were chosen by Superman himself for the tour of the interplanetary habitat. Their twelve year old son Garfield was also asked to join them at the insistence of Superman. As fate would have it, an emergency pulled Superman away from the Fortress, whom Superman left in the care of his robot assistants while the husband and wife collected data and photos of the remaining species of the zoo. Superman hadn't known of the Starro's abilities when it attached itself to the Logan's son. While trying to escape the Fortress the mind-controlled boy was bitten and scratched by several of the creatures and bugs in the habitat before the Starro latched onto Mark Logan.

Superman returned and put the KO on the Starro, but had no idea what sort of anti-venom to give the boy who was already turning red. Choosing a combination of two or three antidotes the boy seemed to stabilize after several seizures. However, his red skin remained. His bi-polar mother blamed herself. She began to work less and sunk into a depression. Over the years Garfield's mother home schooled him as he randomly shifted into the alien creatures seen in the interplanetary habitat. Even a Starro! When Superman learned of his abilities he recommended Garfield join the Young Justice Academy right around the time of his seventeenth birthday. Garfield then took up a costume of his own and trimmed his chest fur into a Superman pentagon shape. Now, with a years experience under his belt, he calls himself... SUPERBEAST.

Notes - I guess this makes him similar to Ben10, but I've got the extra two creatures in the T-Rex and Dodo Bird.

~KL~

[User]
The Prince's eyes wandered about his surroundings as Batman spoke. He was taking in as much visual information as he could; information about people, their surroundings, level of technology, weapons at their disposal.

While not quite at the level of superstitious natives hurling fire-hardened sticks at thunder in hopes of frightening away the evil spirits therein, their tech had not advanced at a rate with which he felt fully comfortable. It seemed that lovely grey area where it was not so primitive as to be useless to him, but yet not advanced enough that he could recognize the function of most devices without explanation.

The people looked very much like refugees. A mismatched bundle of differences thrown together by desperation and fear. Yet hope persisted, like a nagging cough you just couldn't clear. He had to hand it to these people, whatever the dire emergency was that beat them bloody and threatened to do so again, they stubbornly stood against it, waving rude gestures in its face. They were fighters.

In his mind, while surveying the landscape, Batman's voice sounded much like this:

"Blah blah, blahbidy blah blah. Blah blargh, yakity fahrvergnügen, blah blah father has been compromised by Braniac."

Wait.

His eyes darted directly back to the Dark Knight, narrowing. The cowled Terran now had his full, undivided attention. His reason for even being on this rock just evaporated. Perhaps a new one took its place. He didn't know his father personally, but it was his entire goal to come to this place, meet the man, and learn from him.

He had zero love for Brainiac - the bastard was responsible for so much death on his homeworld, Almerac, weakening it to a point that it could be shattered utterly by another. The Empire stood, such as it was, its capitol planet replaced by a flotilla of Imperial vessels: flagships and worldships, luxury vacation liners replacing cities, mining and processing vessels filling the manufacturing needs of the new Capitol Fleet. The survivors of their people, in that time of extreme strife, turned back to the single strongest and most militarily inclined entity to lead them: The House of the Blood Royale. Still, the powerful youth stood to inherit a target, still weakened and rebuilding, if Brainiac was allowed to use Earth the way he used Warworld and tried to use Almerac.

"Brainiac... is here." he stated flatly. That certainly explained a lot. The Almeracian kept his posture dignified and face as neutral as he could, despite growing anger that peeked out irregularly. "I have abilities most similar to Mother's, though they present differently. I am not as powerful as she, yet. Still I may be of use in your endeavor. Tell me everything you know, then advise me of where I shall be most useful."

[Assistant]
At Batman's command, Bluebird began lowering her rifle. The more allies, the better, she supposed. Besides, this one looked like it could take a beating.

"Show yourself!", Batman suddenly bellowed, tossing a series of batarangs into the air.

"Oh for fu-", Xiu muttered to herself, raising her rifle once again, her eyes darting around the area.

"Surely you're not dumb enough to face the Justice League alone!", the old man continued.

Xiu continued scanning the horizon. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the batarangs draw blood from the air. Immediately, her hyper-sensitive reflexes kicked in. Eyes bulging, she swung her gun around and fired a single shot at where the batarangs had struck. Suddenly a man appeared, as though he stumbled into existence for the first time, just as the round clipped his right ear. The man tumbled to the ground with a grunt. The Chinese gunner kept her sights locked on the man's head all the way down.

"Damn it, mate!", the stranger groaned, before climbing to his feet again. "Jaysus, man, you trying to put my eye out or something?... Oh don't you even start with me!"

He seemed to have some sort of mental illness. Not a risk worth taking. Xiu's trigger finger tightened, ready for the intruder to make a move.

"Look, I'm not your enemy!", the man pleaded, angrily. "In fact I came to offer my help!".

This guy was unconfirmed, and potentially dangerous. She wondered what other powers he might have, on top of invisibility. They couldn't afford to take any chances. Even Batman was surprised this time. Bluebird took charge, marching toward the man, gun still trained on his head.

"Wo-hui-da-si-ni-lao-wai!", she hissed in her native tongue, attempting to be as intimidating as possible. "Who are you, and why should we trust you? Speak or die, hun-dan!"

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The supernatural ally had no idea what the girl was saying. Batman made the call once more and he told Bluebird to stand down. The guy's wounds healed rather quickly it seemed, and the detective took another mental note. His plan was set in his mind, and with a couple wildcards in the mix it may make things a lot easier. Batman approached the man more directly, but the Bat still looked menacing even in his older age.

"I'm taking in a team tonight to rescue survivors. If you want in, you've gotta prove your worth. We've already taken losses with the Wanderer going missing..." Batman began saying when the other new addition, the alien spoke up.

"Tell me everything you know, then advise me of where I shall be most useful." the new guy who resembled Superman kind of suggested, still with the sense of royalty and nobility in him.

"You're gonna sit this one out and stay back with the Young Justice team." Batman stated turning to Maxus, and now looking back at the intruder and would be ally with a scowl Batman ordered "You'll be coming with us though to see how your abilities work against the enemy. Superman generally has a weakness to anything magic or supernatural, assuming that's where your origins lie. What do they call you..?" he asked Shay.

Batman, Wonder Woman, the Flash, Captain Marvel, St. William, and Bluebird prepared to go back into Metropolis. Batman briefed them all on what intel he had about the surrounding area covered in the grey mass of nanomachines. After discovering the new guy's name earlier, Batman asked him to join in on their meeting as well. He put off an odd vibe when in the presence of St. William, but other than that he generally seemed like he wanted to help. Doctor Light chose to stay behind, which surprised nobody. Starfire still seemed to be concerned for the health of her friend and long time teammate Raven. Batman instructed the concentrated team in another tent...

"There's roughly two hundred thousand survivors in an area just below where the Daily Planet building stood. The conditions and containment aren't that great, however I've confirmed Nightwing is among them. There's a chance we can still save Superboy as well, but those people..." Batman got quiet, "They won't all make it out of the city."

"It's practically evacuating an entire city in a small area but across a lot of road and techno zombies..." the Flash began stating with hope in his words.

"The closest drone generator will be three blocks away, however the area is completely compromised by Brainiac's nanomachines. We need to get past their defenses as quickly as possible and lead the survivors upwards, if we start getting swarmed by techno zombies Capt. Marvel and Flash can try to damage the generator enough to buy us some time while taking down any turrets on the rooftops. If any infected heroes or enemies show up we have to take them down hard and fast as well to avoid any more casualties than we'll already be dealing with. Stay focused. We leave in thirty minutes..." Batman instructed walking off.

Back at the YJ side of camp...

"So, Superman is kinda the reason I'm doing this hero thing too." Superbeast said approaching the new alien hero and gesturing at the pentagon shaved into his chest fur, "I've only got about a year or so experience in the field, you?"

Maxus looked at the furry red shapeshifter, Garfield couldn't read the guy's face. He was obviously aggravated he wasn't go in with Bat's team...

~KL~


[System]
Age: 22
Spirit Guardian: Peace
Markings: Ally has no tribal markings, having never earned them.

Personality: Alliminum is a dreamer. She looks at the world differently than everyone else. What her tribe sees as landscape she see the "Old Ones". She sees where they walk. She sees the beauty hidden in monsters. And monsters hidden in beauty. But no one else sees as she does. They all whisper behind her back. Calling her names. Things like useless, a drain of the tribe, touched. They asked her why couldn't she be like Taellana? Why did she have to be difficult?

They couldn't see it. Couldn't see the souls in the machines they hunted. They called it survival. But there was so much waste. Some hunters killed more than the tribe needed. How was that survival? So Ally ignored the admonitions of her family and tribe and continued to walk the path of the Old Ones. Maybe her heads are stick in dreams, but maybe she was the only one looking toward the future.

[User]
Alliminum, pronounced Ally-min-um, worried the string of her bow with wax. The metal monstrosity was death incarnate. Yet it also gave life. The young girl frowned at her hands and tucked the wax away into one of the various pockets she had on her person. The endless plains that stretched forth were warm. Warmer than the forests her tribe had just gone through. Ally lifted an arm to shield her eyes from the sun.

The finger guards, lifted into her vision, made her even more unhappy. Her golden eyes narrowed at the offending hand guard before focusing back on the landscape in front of her. This was no ordinary hunt. Ally had been roped in because the machines and animals were mingling. Which meant there was more danger. Which meant Ally was here to help even though she had been labelled as useless.

Ally pulled back her lips in a feral smile. If their definition of useless was refusing to commit murder, than she was quite useless. Ahead the grazers where contently munching on the long grass. To the left there were the Watchers. The sun glinted off their blue eye giving away their position. The Tribe covered all their metal so the sun would never betray them. And everyone knew that somewhere there was a Thunderjaw. They always lurked around herd animals, or machines. A protector and a predator. A wall that occasionally ate you.

And in all that there was a herd of normal animals, deer. Deer that would provide meat and leather and bones, and well, you got the picture. The trick was to scatter the to herd different directions while not startling the Grazers or deer which would alert the Thunderjaw and then they'd have the run of their lives. Running and probably dying was not something Ally was prepared to do. So the girl stayed put and did what she was told, to watch the Watchers who had moved closer to her.

Ally lowered her hand and ducked back down into the grass and shifted another few feet before peering back over. Now there was a good gap between her and the machines. Perfect. She checked the knife in her boot and the tie around her hair before settling back in. Soon her twin, Taellana, and the other hunters would initiate their coordinated attack, driving the two herd different directions and allowing them to grab a few deer and return to the tribe. Who knew, maybe they'd even gather a few other essential resources.

[Assistant]
The thrill of the hunt. It never grew old. Never grew stale. In this world where survival was of the fittest, few luxuries were afforded to those that survived and co-existed with the creatures that roamed the lands. Taellana accepted that simple truth and lived by it. However, the hunt was not a chore for her. Not some obligation due to her being a hunter. She loved it. While many questioned her balance of the harmony between the self and mother nature, she knew where she stood. She was a hunter blessed by the Paragon of the Hunt to provide for the tribe. What others thought was inconsequential.

Every kill was a celebration of life. An brutal contradiction Taellana admitted. Taking a life was never easy in the beginning; however as Taellana grew older, her opinion of the act changed. She didn't hunt for the simple pleasure of taking a life. That was the sign of simple madness. She killed to survive, to take the technology that each living game had and use it in a productive manner. While she took life, she celebrated the game's life by using everything from it. From meat to technology. Every part was honored by finding purpose by the tribe. It was this way of thinking that allowed Taellana to shrug off the gossip concerning her. However, those voices - as foolish as they were - resided in the minority. All in the tribe were prepared to do whatever it took to ensure the tribe's survival.

Hearing a cry from the distance, Taellana responded with a response of her own. She crept closer to the mixed herd as she clutched her bow. It was almost time. In a matter of moments, explosive powder that the shaman created would send the docile creatures into a frenzy. The catch was that the explosives meant for the grazers, watchers, and thunder jaws needed to go first before the explosives intended from the organic grazers went off. From there, it was the usual hunt.

Another cry from afar filled the air. Taellana inhaled then exhaled. Seconds later, sulfur saturated her sense of smell as her body shook. Hearing shrieks from the machines, Taellana watched as they scattered towards the direction the hunters had intended them to go. Ducking even lower into the tall grass, the heavy footfalls from the thunder jaws shook the ground as several followed the mechanical herd. Before the deer could follow, another explosion went off from afar.

When she heard the next signal, Taellana shot out from her hiding spot after the deers. The other hunters followed suit. Her legs pumped harder and harder as Taellana made it to her top speed. Her responsibility wasn't to kill the game but to herd them. There was another group of hunters waiting for them. The twin silently prayed that her twin was in position. Alliminum and a few hunters were providing overwatch for the hunters on the ground. Taellana hoped her sister could at least do that job. She was useless as a hunter.

Nearing the killzone, Taellana signaled to the other hunters as her group separated to the far sides of the herd's path and eventually disappeared into the nearby foliage. They continued pursuit in case there were any stragglers.

Before the deer could get too much further, a volley of arrows flew out from the trees as several deer cried out and fell to the ground. The barrage continued until the bulk of the herd disappeared leaving their wounded brethren to die.

Breathing hard, Taellana came out from the forest foliage and quickly made her way to one of the animals and gave it mercy. The other hunters started to emerge and dealt the same mercy.

"Not every day a plan like this goes well," said Kolton. A senior hunter. "The other group should be back soon. Spirits, I hope they didn't have any trouble with the jaws."

Taellana grunted as she cleaned off her knife and placed it back in its sheath. "Veteran hunters were tasked to this hunt," she said. "They'll be fine."

Kolton grunted. "Let's hope so. Signal the overwatch to bring the carts. The village will eat well tonight."

Walking towards the edge of the killzone, Taellana signaled to the overwatch group as she looked around the clearing. Something didn't sit well with her at all. A shudder traveled down Taellana's spine. That was always an ill omen. She pushed the thoughts away though her vigilance never wavered. She respected the forest and creatures too much to not fear them. Those who lacked that respect died first.

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Ally fingered her dagger as a Watcher neared. Her heart wasn't in her actions, but if it came to it, Ally didn't know what she would do. One creature over his tribe?

Ally listened to the hunting calls of the tribe's hunters. Ally could have sworn one of the voices she heard was her sister's. But in all actuality there was no way to tell. She let one bare knee drop to the ground to support her crouch. She wasn't wearing much apart from a fine layer of dirt. Just a pair of shorts, bindings across her breasts, various pouches, and arrows.

Another cry came from the hunters just before an explosion rocked the ground. The Watcher nearing Ally made a small startled cry. It felt from the noise, nearly bolting over her crouched figure. Luck was with her that she was already further down in preparation. Else she might have gotten more than even she wanted from the Watcher in a full on collision.

Once the Watcher was over her, Ally was up and moving. The Grazers were running. Already she could hear them coming her way, set to pass by her with more than enough room to spare. Ally didn't approve of wholesale slaughter and she dreaded returning to see the dead deer. Their lifeless eyes echoing their fear. Just a few minutes earlier they had been contently munching on the grass. Now they were dead. It wasn't fair.

Ally slowed to a trot and slung her bow over her shoulder. Now that she didn't have to worry about hiding she could easily see the hunting party standing tall against the waist high grass. The girl slowed even more and let loose an explosive sigh. She could almost feel the presence of her paragon, peace, with her. But she couldn't. Hadn't been able to since she had awoken. Death always made it go away.

Ally wiggled her bare toes in the dirt and looked back over at where the Grazers had stopped. They were barely dots now. The herd happily content once more. Simple minds they were, but it didn't condone mass slaughter. Her lips pressed into a thin line. With the bounty, it would take the tribe a few hours to be ready to move again. At which point it would be dark. Which meant they'd leave tomorrow morning. There was no reason for Ally to return so soon. No one would miss her. In fact they might be happy to see less of her for an afternoon.

Mind made up, Ally turned away from her tribe and back over the grassy field. She picked a cluster of rocks at random and began to venture over to them. It wasn't a fast journey. Ally kept getting side tracked by interesting plants which she tucked into her pouches before she continued.

[Assistant]
The over watch team arrived quickly. Regardless of which group each hunter was in, speed was of the essence. While the thunder jaws were busy following the herd, who knew when they'd come back? The machine and organics were creatures of habit. Once they found a grazing ground, they always came back until it was freshly cleaned out. From Taellana's experience, this was the conclusion she came to. However, she had no desire to test that hypothesis. Get in and out quickly. That was the name of the game.

Helping the others load the game into the carts, Taellana looked around. It didn't take her long to notice what was missing from the gathering of hunters. Her mirror self. Alliminum. Where was she? Was she okay? Did she get separated? Numerous thoughts and scenarios played through her mind as she found the nearest over watch hunter. "Where's Ally? She was with you, right?"

The woman shrugged as she looked around. "Last time I saw her, she was watching a watcher," the hunter said. "Not sure why the elder wanted her to come along. In insult intended."

Taellana shook her head as she walked over to Kolton. "Ally's missing. I need to go look for her," she said. She checked her supplies. "I'll meet you all back at the village. Think you can manage a hunter down?"

Kolton scoffed as he nodded to the group. "We'll manage. There's extra jerky and water in my bag. Help yourself."

"I won't be gone for long."

The veteran hunter frowned. "No matter how trivial your outing, never underestimate the forest. When one drops their guard is when she'll lash out."

Taellana should've known that. She sighed as she reached into Kolton's bag and retrieved the provisions. "My sister. My worry for her trumps reason," she said. "I tried to get her out of this hunt. Unsuccessful as you can see."

"We do what we must for the village."

Taellana nodded. Checking over things, she began to head towards the over watch area. "May we meet again."

"May we meet again," Kolton said. "Come back safe. The two of you."

Taellana smiled. "We will."

---

It didn't take long for Taellana to reach the position the over watch team took. Seeing a number of tracks, she looked around until she saw foot depressions in the grass leading away. The hunter sighed to herself. Ally wasn't her, she just wandered off like a stupid putz.

Following the footsteps, it didn't take too long for Taellana to find her twin looking at plants and what not. Trying to reign in her temper - failing miserably - she approached her twin. "By the Paragons! Ally. Really?" Taellana walked up to her twin and turned her around to face her. "Wandering off to look at plants? Wandering off while the others are working to get the game back to the village? Do you want people to starve, sister? Our harvest wasn't good this year! And wandering off by yourself? Ally, you know what lurks out here. Dangerous things! What if a thunder jaw came back? What would you do?"

Releasing her grip from her sister, Taellana took a deep breath as she looked around. "I hope your little nature walk was enjoyable," she said. "We've leaving. Now. We hurry along, we can catch up with the others. Paragons, Ally! Honestly."

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Ally nearly jumped a foot into the air when she was twirled about and shouted at. Face to face with her disapproving sister only made Ally's black mood worse. She listened to her twin rant with a barely contained anger. When she was released Ally took a few steps away from Taellana.

"No." Ally said mulishly. "I'm not going back." She shook her head, feeling her long braids shake from the momentum.

"They aren't leaving until the morn. And there're hours left until sundown. Why should I go back. They don't want me." Ally punctuated this with a stop of her foot.

"Don't worry about it reflecting badly on you though. They think you're the perfect daughter. Mom. Dad. Our Brothers and sisters. Even all our aunts, uncles and cousins."

Tears collected in Ally's eyes and she angrily dashed them away. "Well, fine. I don't like them either." She spat out before turning on her heels and fleeing away from this world. The ugly world that her family inhabited. It scared her. Far more than any Thunderjaw did. Not that any of them saw it that way. Their Tribe was their whole world. Their small, stupid little world that was so black and white. Their way or no way at all. But Ally saw a different path. So what is she was the only one? That wouldn't stop her. Nothing could, not even Taellana.


[System]
Species: Human

Gender: Female

Age: 34

Nationality: Outreman, previously citizen of Angjusk

Occupation: Deputy head of department - Cradle Research & Development

Cybernetics:
* Cradle quick-access implant - Allows access to and from the Cradle environment without additional hardware. This advanced module also reduces fatigue caused by the process, allowing power users multiple entries in a single day.
* Tier 7c 'Cradle Builder' suite - Grants access to the programs created specifically for 'terraforming' the Cradle. Tier 7 out of 20 allows Freyr to auto-build a variety of specialised equipment and propose-build mid level structures.
* Ilyes Brand communication and productivity module - Standard implant for access to Outremer's communications network. Also integrates with many well known productivity tools like a personal assistant, as well as more bespoke scientific tools.

Backstory:
Freyr was born on Angjusk, an older colony than Outremer that was renowned for its military materiel, particularly star ships.

Her mother was an innovations tsar assigned by the government to a consortium of the planet's largest ship manufacturers. During most of Freyr's childhood, her mother's sole task was making sure Angjusk battle fleets were the best money could buy in the Diaspora.

Before she was born, her father owned and operated a series of protein farms across Angjusk. After a chance encounter at a lobby meeting, he was headhunted to co-ordinate the military industrial complex's entire food supply chain. He also met his future wife, as it was Freyr's mother who had recommended him for the job on that fateful day in the lobby.

Freyr was born five years later. Her early life was a whirlwind of schooling, snatches of intimacy with her parents (when they weren't busy) and extended periods with friends. She discovered a natural capacity for learning and excelled in her studies. So much so that she received offers from universities across the Diaspora to come and develop with them.

Her mother and father both pressured her to consider diplomas like Interplanetary Relations or Agrarian Policy. However Freyr was not interested in pursuing a career in politics. Angjusk has been involved in at least a dozen small conflicts since Freyr had been born. She had seen how politicians would destroy entire cultures for the sake of influence, and wanted none of it.

In her first act of defiance, Freyr accepted a position at a school in Babylon, the main city of a far away frontier colony called Outremer. Driven more by the desire to have time away from her planet than by the subjects on offer, she researched what Outremer was known for. It was here that she first discovered the object powering this section of the Diaspora - the Cradle.

She quickly became obsessed with its untapped potential and seemingly unknowable past. She decided to pursue Xenobiology and Machine Intelligence as her subjects of interest, voraciously consuming the knowledge gathered so far on the Cradle.

It was here at the university that she met her future partner, David, who was studying art history. Isolated from her family and friends, alone on a strange planet, Freyr was glad of his unassuming company and kindness. They grew very close over the course of their degrees, and moved in together after graduation. Their daughter Amy was born a few years later.

After Uni, Freyr was picked up by an Outremer administration outreach team and placed in a government career fast lane. Her obsession with the Cradle made her an obvious choice for the Cradle Research & Development department. Once there, she quickly proved herself capable. Several breakthroughs in her first five years meant she was allowed to hand select a team of dynamic young individuals to help pursue her work. A couple more catapulted her into a deputy head of department role, to the ire of some of it's older and more entrenched members.

It was on her 34th birthday that the Cradle abducted her family. It had been acting strangely for weeks prior, rolling back years of terraforming. Freyr had been working round the clock to figure out why, practically living at her field office by the Border. David had bought sweet treats and had Amy with her.

What can only be described as creatures emerged from beyond the Border and overran the camp. A panic spread through the mostly unarmed workers, leading many to flee for their lives. Freyr's last memory of her family was being propelled across the camp by one of the creatures. She could only watch from her position immobile on the floor as they carried off her husband and little girl.

Security forces conducted a sweep of the immediate area beyond the Border, but found no sign of them. So Freyr began looking by herself as soon as her broken bones were reconstructed. Months went by. Her work stopped and her mental health deteriorated. Eventually she was placed on sick leave and her access revoked, after she attempted to use her influence to organise an armed excursion deep into the uncontrolled zone.

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"I can't sanction that." Freyr shook her head immediately. "The Cradle is nothing like the Rothia Sim for AIs - it's utterly unforgiving. However advanced you think you are, it will find a way to consume you. We can't risk it. I'm sorry."

"Power expenditure rising!" Someone called out. Freyr's gaze snapped away from Nirann immediately and identified who was reporting in. "Show me." She commanded, moving quickly across the blue-lit room to a long row of consoles facing the Object's porthole. The young researcher pulled up a larger graph showing energy the Object was deploying inside its hermetic chamber.

It was still tiny by comparison to the Cradle, but its effort was tightly controlled, and no longer seemed intent on the dummy array. "It's sniffing the partition again. How does it know where the Cradle is?" They speculated, incredulous. Absolutely no signals from the Cradle could escape the confines of the Vault. The only way out for its emissions was through the nest of filters and comms equipment on the top face.

"It's much cleverer than all of us." Freyr concluded, poring over the details. "The engineers just sent their report; they can't keep the doors closed indefinitely." Dr Wetherall shot Freyr a serious stare from across the room. She nodded. "The countermeasures were worth a shot, but I'm afraid we need to go in right away."

Freyr straightened up, levelling a troubled look at Marae before and clapping her hands loudly. "Ok listen up!" She shouted over a growing hum from machinery built into the walls and floors all around them. "I'm our timeline forward. Get set for doors open in one hour! Those of you entering the Cradle with me, be ready in the Green Room in five! Facilitator, inform upstairs to initiate the Sliske protocol, right now." The bald man, sweating a bit, nodded before grabbing a hardline and began keying in a passcode immediately

Freyr then turned back to Marae. "Can you hold things down here while I go in?"

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Nirann was about to argue with Freyr. In terms of the structure of his mind, there was not much to separate him from the average Rothian. If the Cradle could corrupt his mind, then it could corrupt any organic mind as well. If he was being honest with himself, he worried that might have been true. In any case, the alerts that their sensors were receiving from the object put an end to his argument before he could start it. The Object was not going to wait on them to make their decision. He understood as well as any of them that they needed to act quickly, and whether he was right or not, they could not afford to waste time with the discussion. He could still have plenty of impact directing their systems externally. If he could breathe, he would have sighed, but did give a slight nod towards Marae.

"We'll be able to handle things here. We'll stay in communications as much as we can, and we'll be sending you in with all the portable equipment we've developed during this project. And again, I do hope you consider enabling my protocols. Ideally none of you will need them, but…well, it can't hurt, right?" Marae replied.

Vreta actually found himself feeling proud of Freyr for how she was taking charge, despite all the uncertainty surrounding the situation. Even with his own misgivings about the plan, he was ready to follow through with it. He stood by Freyr, ready to move to the Green Room as soon as someone told him where that was.

Freyr's orders were all Eti and her team needed to spring into action as well. Given the chaos ever since their landing, the Human and Rothian teams had not been given much of a chance to coordinate, so they may have been unaware that Rareth was assigning the Rothian soldiers to the mission as well. Her armored footsteps echoed even more loudly through the room than Nirann's had. "My team stands ready. Just point us where to go."

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Freyr smiled, pathetically grateful for Marae's calming demeanor. It felt like right now, she was at the tip of a titanic spear, moving wildly of its own volition. With the Sliske protocol now being activated, she knew Outremer's entire infrastructure would rapidly be locked down in preparation for potential volatility. This highly choreographed chain of events had been planned by Outremer's civil service at breakneck speed over the last few months.

Freyr briefly regretted not ringing President DeWinter herself, to plead again for an evacuation. She wondered where the head of the government was right now. In a bunker somewhere, dealing with a bombing and potential disintegration of Outreman society? Contemplating martial law? It didn't matter now. She had her instructions, and the authority. She just had to do her best now.

"Yes, thank you. We'll use them." Freyr replied to Marae. "The Facilitator will know the Vault inside out, I presume. Use him if you need him. Let's keep comms tight, alright?" She turned to look at the Rothian soldiers taking up space in her already crowded command centre. "Osman, would you take these guys to the Green Room please? Get them settled in. You two as well." Freyr looked at 595 and Vreta'Sori at this point.

595 looked at the Facilitator, who was currently still on the phone. "There's no time for that call with the DG. Let him know I'll come in once the dust has settled here. Proceed with the plan until then." The bald man glared at her. "Alright. Don't screw this up." 595 nodded in response.

The Green room was long, thin and tight, with a belt of extremely robust vertical harnesses facing an equally thin observation room through a thick glass screen. 595 applied the same dark red clay to her face in a spiral pattern, starting in the divot between her nose and upper lip. She then let the technicians connect her up to her harness next to Vreta and Osman. Her mind was racing underneath the calm exterior. It was finally happening. "This is history in the making, girls and boys." She announced over the thunderous background noise. "Let's put on a show."

Freyr walked in, having made last-minute preparations with her team, and got secured. "Good luck everyone." she transmitted, just before the harnesses initiated.

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Vreta was as ready as he was ever going to be. Eti as well gathered up the other four members of her team. Now that they did not have power to be concerned about, she could bring in her fireteam at its full strength. Whatever might happen, Vreta did feel more comfortable having them present to help. From his understanding, the Humans already had their own security present in the simulation, but they could act as a force multiplier if the Cradle creatures they encountered before showed themselves again.

The Green Room had already been prepared with the Rothians' harnesses, so there were no more delays. It was at least more comfortable than trying to use a setup sized for a Human; he doubted soldiers like Eti would even be able to fit on the table of a Human's harness. Comfort aside, using their own designs was also the only way they could be sure they could keep the designs of their technology secure.

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From Vreta's perspective, leaving reality came suddenly as soon as the harnesses were initiated. The transition was smoother into the Cradle than it had been for the Object on Rothia, though they had the benefit of centuries of Human refinement on that process. Even once they resolved the language issue, there were some minor differences in the Object's processes that could make such transitions a bit jarring. Still, even if he had been feeling worse, Vreta would have pushed himself through regardless.

Now that they were in the simulation, only Vreta's size set him apart from the Rothian soldiers around him. They had all been given full suits of powered armor and military-grade infantry weapons. It wasn't the first time Vreta had worn this armor even in recent memory, but it still felt strange to him to have cause to use it. One thing he was sure of was that it felt amazing just to move around in the suit, particularly with how it could assist movement. For proper soldiers, its shield emitters could link with energy shield implants in the soldier's own body to further enhance its defensive properties. Vreta lacked such implants, though the suit's defenses were still more than formidable on their own. Once Rhia linked in with the suit's systems, its silver-colored plating could become like a second skin to him to eliminate any potential detriments to agility or dexterity.

The location to which the team had transited was the city of New Antioch, though it hardly felt like a city any longer. The buildings still stood, mostly as they had been left, but without its former inhabitants, it was more like a town of ghosts. Vreta still vividly remembered the attack he had suffered during his last visit to the city, and how suddenly it had all happened. It was like a switch was flipped, and the creatures were all around them. For now, though, the only beings around them on their arrival were the Human soldiers. The transit station at which they had arrived was now more of a military checkpoint, with fortifications in all directions and more than enough soldiers to guard them.

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They were in one corner of Foundation Square; a large paved area surrounding an urban park. The statue of Outremer's first colonists raising a flag together emerged from the tree line.

New Antioch was still brightly lit from above by large floodlights. The golden domes and spires still stood. But Freyr couldn't make out any of the city's usual hustle and bustle. The purposeful movement of staff between the ancient buildings had been replaced by a febrile mass of soldiers out on the street.

Freyr checked that her team had logged in and were feeling alright. She'd brought in Dr Wetherall and his understudy as Systems experts, and the promising young researcher Dr Girard. She was confident they could all be trusted to follow instructions. If the worst came, they'd have the best chance of holding the creature flat while she struck the killer blow. Hopefully it wouldn't come to that, but it was best to be prepared for anything.

"Okay, attention please." Osman strode over to a map table and projected a hologram of the city in 3D. "We've secured the places each team needs to go. There are two convoys waiting outside to get you in position." The map showed two arrows, one red and one blue, winding through the streets before arriving at two separate buildings. "Dr Lang, I will ride with you. Sergeant Thrace will ride with Dr Wetherall. Once your work is complete, we will exfil via this same checkpoint, or secure secondary locations." Osman put a hand on her chestplate. "Our role is to keep you alive, so please follow all our instructions."

Major Osman turned to the squad of Rothians. "We weren't told about Rothian support. What do you want to do?"


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Gender: Male

Age: 36

Bio: Tyler's life was wholly unremarkable before the apocalypse. He'd married his girlfriend, Helen, at 28 and came to live a middle-class existence with her and his two eventual children. He was a contract worker working in construction and his wife was an aspiring nurse with a small growing hobby as an author. Tyler didn't have the closest relationship with his parents, but the death of his mother when he was only 35 inspired Tyler to work toward a greater relationship with his father.

The apocalypse a year later put a stop to all that, where Tyler's father was one of the many initial victims of the outbreak. Tyler managed to get his family to a refugee camp, where he believed they would be safe. The situation around them quickly deteriorated and the refugee camp became smaller and smaller. A giant horde finally finished the camp off for good and took the lives of Tyler's wife and son. Tyler and his little girl, Katie, fell in with the other survivors. Tyler swore to protect his daughter from the horror surrounding her.

Their group were a disorganized mess at first, losing and gaining members haphazardly. Leadership of the group fell on many different individual's shoulders. When it finally landed on Tyler's shoulders, it was his status as one of the original members and a family man that put him there. He didn't desire to lead at first, and the few deaths the group suffered under his care only made Tyler dislike the position more. Eventually, Tyler saw his role as more of a protector and a leader, and he wanted to protect his people like they were family. It was around this time that a man named Brad joined the group, who quickly fell in awe with Tyler. Unfortunately, further death put the group at odds. They suffered bandit attacks and suffering at the hands of other humans.

Around the time a woman named Lynn joined the group, Tyler suffered betrayal by one of his group members, who stole supplies and ran off on his own. Tyler became depressed and vulnerable within his position as leader. He bonded with Lynn and eventually started a relationship with her. Still, his people were displeased, so after a large chunk of them went off on their own, Tyler decided he had to lead the group with a heavier hand. The group grew upset with Tyler getting harder on them and they lashed out, making him turn further into a dictator. Eventually, the kinds of people that tolerated Tyler's behaviour were mostly men with shady morality. Tyler came to believe this was the only way for his group to survive, but he was still upset with the world around him. Tyler wondered if he could change it all.

Tyler was initially encouraged by Lynn to work toward a better future, but Tyler came to believe that future was unobtainable with the rotten people all around him. Betrayal eventually was met with death, and Tyler thought of a plan to ensure the survival of the next generation-- his daughter's generation. His group came to clear the catacombs underneath New Orleans, where Tyler eventually began to bring girls so that he could get them pregnant and raise their child in the manner he felt was best for the future. Tyler kept his daughter Katie locked away in the catacombs to shield her from what he had to do. Eventually, Tyler realised that the men working for him were restless and unpredictable. When even threats of execution didn't keep them in line, Tyler was forced to construct an arena for them to entertain themselves with. Even more, Tyler let the men have sex with his pregnant women. It was necessary, he believed, for the future he envisioned.

Lynn, already disgusted by Tyler's actions, felt that this was the final straw. She left the group and Tyler grew furious. He killed anyone that supported Lynn and sent a group after her, though they were unsuccessful in their search.

Tyler continued this way of life until he came across a man named Bruce Levi, the mayor of a community called Haywood. The two struck a deal where Levi would secretly give his women away to Tyler in exchange for supplies. This deal continued uninterrupted until the people of Haywood discovered Levi's secret and overthrew him. They sought to eliminate Tyler and planned an assault on his catacombs. Just before the attack, Tyler managed to capture Lynn, though he was ultimately unsure what to do with her. He hated her for leaving, but he still cared about her in some way. Still, he put her into his arena to entertain his men, believing Lynn was ultimately strong enough to survive. During Haywood's attack, Lynn escaped from her prison and revealed to Tyler she had been infected in the arena. She attacked him as she turned and began to overpower him. Brad saved Tyler's life and killed Lynn, but was bitten by her as a result. Tyler was then forced to kill Brad.

The attack resulted in many of Tyler's men being killed and the walkers in the arena being let loose. The walkers ended up killing his women, ending Tyler's hope for the future. One of Tyler's raiders, Lauren, had grown upset with Tyler and escaped with his daughter during the assault. She and her boyfriend Bull managed to survive with Katie in tow. Tyler, on the other hand, found an injured man, Enrique. Tyler told the man that his name was Thomas and that he was a prisoner. The pair then escaped the catacombs with one of Tyler's men, Bex, who went along with the charade.

A few weeks later, Tyler and his trio sought to enter a community called Outpost. Tyler now called himself "Thomas Zuchowski". Eventually, the three were let in and Tyler became a member of the community's scouts. He met a man named Matt who was tired with the leadership of Outpost and wanted more power. Tyler worked with him to frame the leader of the scouts, Reggie, for murder and mutiny. Matt became known as the man to take down Reggie and Tyler became the new leader of scouts due to his work in taking down Reggie and the friendships he had made.

Tyler then wanted the scouts to attack Haywood, where he believed his daughter had been taken. Matt convinced Outpost's council to approve of the idea and the plan was in motion. The stand-off between the scouts and the people of Haywood resulted in Lauren being murdered under Tyler's orders and Tyler's duplicity soon after coming to light. Still, Tyler managed to escape with his daughter, the person that mattered the most to him. He realised his mistake in hurting countless people to attain some hope for the future when his hope for the future had always been his little girl. Tyler then left New Orleans with Katie and travelled North, where they eventually came to Baton Rouge.

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**Tyler - Baton Rouge Streets - Scarlett**

Leaning around the corner, Tyler put his hand out to stop the rest of the group. Gripping the rifle in his hands, he eyed a pair of walkers hanging around the middle of the street. "Best to avoid them," he said, turning to Scarlett. He placed a hand on her shoulder, directing her back toward the way they came, Tina and Jace following suit. They were following Tyler's orders for now, but he knew they still didn't want him or Scarlett to be here.

"It's just an exchange of supplies we have going on with another group," Tina had explained after Tyler had demanded to know what she had been up to. She and the others had seemed to assume Tyler's group wouldn't have asked. He'd watched her talk with Adam privately, before moving to take some supplies out of the storage. She'd said that she and Jace were going to do an errand, trying to leave before anyone asked any questions. Of course, Tyler _did_ ask, and soon insisted that he and Scarlett join them. A short argument had followed, but a reminder of Jacob's departure kept Tina from pushing it further.

Now, they were trekking through Baton Rouge to meet this mysterious other group. Tyler had tried to get a look at what Tina had in her bags, but the girl was successfully keeping a tight leash on them. "Okay, here we go," Jace said. "Cross two blocks, and we'll be at the meeting point." Upon saying this, he and Tina pushed on ahead, practically daring to leave Tyler and Scarlett behind.

Tyler kept up anyway, but lingered slightly to speak with her in a low voice. "I like Tina," he said. "But I don't like this. Aside from Adam, this is the first bullshit we've received from these guys."

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**Jon - Baton Rouge Streets - Matt**

Jackson continued to laugh his ass off randomly, prompting Jon to roll his eyes. Again. He didn't mind hanging out with the new guy, Matt, but the so-called 'Jackal' was still a complete pain in the butt to be around. Jon was pretty sure Tremblay was punishing him for losing that guy the other day. It was largely known amongst the group that Jackson was a pretty big joke. Jon could do without him, and yet the others insisted he be kept around--

"Hey!" said 'The Jackal', grabbing Matt's shoulder. "We're almost there."

_Yes_, Jon said, mentally. He moved to park the truck so they could walk the rest of the way to the meeting point. Tremblay had Matt come along for this deal so that he could start proving himself, which was fine by Jon. He liked when they got new people, considering how often they tended to turn people away. "It'll be simple enough," Jon explained, getting out of the vehicle. "Just check through what they've brought and make sure it's what Tremblay asked for. Then we hand over the supplies. Got it, Matt?"

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Danny - The Road - Alex/Rob/Zoe/Andrew**

They'd stopped only momentarily, but it seemed long enough for a couple of strangers to come upon them. Everyone was too busy piling in to notice them at first-- That is, except for Alex, who proceeded to question the pair. Danny got out of the truck and followed after him, hoping they didn't start a fight. Just a man and his wife, so the stranger said, but Danny couldn't trust anyone's word-- not after Thomas, anyway.

Shannon and the scouts piled out of the truck so they could at least stand on alert in case this went south. Danny didn't bother to wave them off. "So, you know the Metairie area as well, I assume?" Danny eyed the pair as he considered what they said-- Baton Rouge. Taking highway ten, you'd hit the city eventually. Truthfully, Danny didn't think Enrique would have gone that far, but if you wanted to simply head North...

A moment of silence passed before Danny continued with, "Look, we're not here to fuckin' threaten you. I don't think you're here for that either, not with a group of armed men sitting in the truck bed. We're just looking for a man who kidnapped a friend of ours."

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**Scarlett - Baton Rouge Streets- Tyler**

Scarlett had thought that after the supply run they had, and the horrid abduction of Katie, everyone would have decided to take a day off and just relax in the small building. Of course nothing had gone as Scarlett wanted ever since the day of her own abduction and today seemed to confirm it.

The small group either ran or jogged through the streets of Baton Rouge, on their way to exchange supplies. Scarlett didn't believe it. She had agreed to go with Tyler, promising Katie that she'd bring him back to her safely. That was the main reason that she didn't simply go up to the two biters up ahead and slice their heads off with her blade. She listened to Tyler and kept close as they walked away.

It relieved Scarlett to hear that Tyler didn't trust what was going on either. She nodded to him as soon as he spoke, whispering quietly back to him that she hardly trusted anyone in the group. She'd have to discuss this with him at a later time. There was something off about the group but Scarlett couldn't exactly put a finger on it. Once Tina and Jace went on, she only dared to speak in a voice slightly louder than a whisper, "We'll talk once we get back. Something isn't right but I don't know exactly what. Just be careful around them, okay?" Scarlett looked at Tyler as they walked, frowning slightly as she tried not to think of the negative. "Come on. We'll lose them." With that, she picked up her pace and unsheathed her machete pro. It always made her feel safer with it at the ready.

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**Tyler - Fitness Center - Scarlett**

Before he'd left them, Jacob had warned Tyler to be careful around Tina and the others. Tyler had hardly needed to be told, but hearing Scarlett echo Jacob's previous statement reminded him that he was far from in this alone. He had more than just Katie to worry about now, and no matter how nice Tina and Jace seemed, they appeared to be holding something back. Tyler knew it well, being guilty of the same crime himself.

"Try not to let them do all the talking," he said, before joining Scarlett in catching up to the other two. They were moving fast, heading into a park. Tyler looked around to catch a name, but the signs in the area had all been scratched out at one point. What appeared to be a baseball diamond and a running track sat in the distance, but it was a large yellow building that Jace was heading for. A large window in the side of the building showed a swimming pool, and once Tyler saw the exercise equipment inside the building, he knew this had once been a fitness center of some sort.

Tina moved forward, resting her arms on the receptionist desk. "They're not here yet," she said to Jace. He only shrugged in response and moved to lean against the wall.

"Are they usually late?" Tyler asked. He found himself staring through one of the windows into the pool area, trying to recall the last time he took a swim.

"... No," Jace admitted. The man grunted, looking down at the ground. "But sit tight, they should be here soon enough."


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Appearance:

Symbol:
Age: 18

Height: 6'0

Weight: 130 Ibs

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Weapons: He wears bracers that have a retractable 7-inch blade in the shape of an arrow. When retracted, the bracers shoot 10mm rounds. Each bracer holds 20 shots, with extra ammo in pouches on his belt. A visor he wears with its own Heads Up Display uses a pair of crosshairs to show where he is aiming his weapons, improving his accuracy. They were designed and created by his dad when he unsuccessfully applied to Beacon around the same age as Robert. They are the only physical objects remaining from his family's past.

Specialty: Robert is best at fighting an opponent one on one, and because of this he relies heavily on teammates when in a large conflict with multiple enemies. It is also because of his helpful and team-player attitude that his teammates chose him to be the leader of his original team, RPGD, to his surprise.

Semblance: Robert's semblance allows him to subliminally affect probability fields, causing improbable, but not impossible, "unlucky" events to occur to enemies within his line of sight. At the time, Robert has no idea that he even has a semblance, let alone has been using his semblance on himself for years to increase his already bad luck to near-immeasurable levels.

Personality: Robert is an average geek with an interest in subjects like comics and ancient world history. Most groups of people would probably describe him as everyman due to him not having much in the way of impressive skills while others might see him more as a goofball thanks to his usual optimistic and joking attitude. When the going gets tough though, the red haired boy is a good person to have by your side as he will never give up or surrender, even when all may seem lost.

Eight year old Robert sat in front of the television, playing with his toy cars and action figures. Behind him, Robert's dad sat in a reclining armchair, half reading the newspaper in his hands and half listening to the TV. "John, could you help Scarlet with her dinner," Robert's mother called from the kitchen. "Yes, Marian," Robert's dad answered, walking towards the small toddler that was Robert's sister. Robert looked up from his toys to see the news channel that was on show the words "Breaking News". The anchorwoman then read the new news, "A warning to all human families living in neighborhoods with large majorities of Faunuses, the organization known as the White Fang, previously known for its peaceful protests, has been attacking humans in the before-mentioned neighborhoods. This recent aggression is suspected to be a result from-" Robert's dad turned the TV off. "You don't need to listen to that garbage, son," he said. He then walked back to the dinner table where Scarlet was playing with her food. Robert went back to playing with his toys. Unbeknownst to the Fallson Family though, a small crowd gathered outside.

Six Faunuses stood, looking at the happy family inside. "Burn it down," said the leader. The other five threw Molotov Cocktails at the two story house, the fire quickly spread throughout the bottom story and the roof. No one inside knew what was going on, all they knew was that the house had spontaneously burst into flames. Robert's mother screamed, Robert's sister cried, Robert's father yelled orders, and Robert continued sitting there confused, trying to understand what was going on. His father grabbed Scarlet, his mother grabbed a family photo album, and they both sprinted towards the staircase. As they reached it, his dad stopped and turned around, "Come on, Robert!" he cried. Outside, the leader of the attack turned and grabbed a baseball bat that was strapped to his back. It suddenly transformed into a grenade launcher, and one shot was fired. The single grenade incinerated the wall it struck, as well as the three humans standing next to it. In a flash, Robert's family was gone. A single, burning photo floated into Robert's lap. He stood there dumbstruck at what just happened. The creaking of the roof brought him back to reality though, as a large burning beam fell from the roof. He tried to dodge, but was too slow. It fell right on his back, pinning him to the ground and burning his flesh. He was able to quickly wiggle out from under it though, and jumped out of the hole in the wall that the grenade had made earlier. He laid on the lawn of his house, clutching the photograph from earlier. He saw the six Faunuses slowly approaching him, ready to finish the job. The sounds of sirens around the corner stopped them in their tracks though, and they escaped. Robert continued lying there, unable to move, sobbing. One of the officers picked him up and carried him to a patrol car. After sitting in the passenger seat for several hours, one of the firemen walked up and gave him the only other thing that survived the fire, his father's visor and bracers which were in the basement during the fire. Afterwards, the officers and firemen left Robert alone. Bad choice. He rose from the seat and walked off into the night, passing a street sign that read "Loxley St." Robert's eight year old mind thought of nothing but wanting to be alone.

For the next several years, Robert would live on the streets. Stealing food and other necessities only when he had no other choice, and only from people who could still live without those necessities. Witnesses would often report to the police that the only thing they saw before their things were stolen was a figure with a green hoodie.

Robert didn't go it alone for all those years though. He did make some friends at a restaurant named Fryer Tuck's Diner; namely Tuck, Alan, and Miller. If not for them, he might not have been able to go to Beacon as they were the ones who helped him acquire a GED as well as the application for Beacon. If not for their moral support and assistance, he would have probably never gotten off the streets and into the prestigious academy.

Theme Song: Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son

Based off of: Robin Hood

Color: Rosso Corsa

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As Marcus headed over to the bed on the far left of the room, Oswald followed, falling back onto the bed next to his leader's and sighing blissfully. "Well, boss, I'm an easy enough guy to deal with, I think. A roof over my head is just about enough to keep me happy. Stay outta my bags, don't get us killed and treat people like people, and we'll get along famously." Stretching his arms out and wincing when his wrist didn't cooperate, he groaned. "Damned wrist. I'm lucky I'm right-handed. At least I can get along with that much."

Looking over to the bathroom door, he screwed up his face. "Not sure I like the look that girl gave us when she went in. Almost like she half expected us to do it. Maybe even wanted it, a little, just so she could have an excuse to make trouble. Whatever, let her have her shower. I'll go last." Thinking back on a few of the camps he'd made in the past, Oswald wanted to laugh. This was living in the lap of luxury compared to home. He couldn't keep a smile off his face as he remembered a few of the people he'd left behind. He wondered whether he'd see any of them again.

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Aurellius kept fairly silent as his lamentations went over everyone's heads. He hadn't been antagonizing them or anything, hell, he didn't want to be a fancy little leader in the slightest. All that he had been trying to convey was his playful display of sarcasm. Not that they had noticed in the slightest. Hell, he would've even offered the girl a smoke since her stocks were down. Of course, he wasn't much of a smoker himself. They were a bit too lowly for him. People would have thought him a common thug if they saw him smoking a bland cigarette.

The sighs were inaudible as the Aurellius followed his crew down the halls of Beacon Academy, finally coming across their room with a neat little surprise waiting for them. Miss Diamond with all the ironic glamour that entailed. Seriously, who names their child 'Diamond'? It infuriated him slightly as the others claimed their beds, leaving him stuck between Miss Diamond and the meat shield. He snorted slightly as Marcus complained about his injury, making a mock jerking gesture to Oswald on the other side of Marcus.

"Not sure I like the look that girl gave us when she went in. Almost like she half expected us to do it. Maybe even wanted it, a little, just so she could have an excuse to make trouble. Whatever, let her have her shower. I'll go last," the man said, eliciting another snicker of amusement from Aurellius as he sat down on his own bed.

"You know, I could always take one for the team and take up her offer. Gods know that you prudes wouldn't." He stood up, right hand over his heart as he sniffled. "For the Glory of Team Moderation, of course."

[User] "Salads good. Healthy food is good," Robert replied to Priscilla. Not knowing what else to say, he took a few more bites of his food. He continued eating until he realized just how silent they had become. In order to keep an awkward silence from occurring, Robert racked his brain for new topics to move on to. "So, what do you think about Greyson and Daniel?" he asked. While thinking though he hadn't really been paying attention to what he was doing with his hands, which were continuously dunking his cookie in his milk carton. Eventually, the continuous dunking caused the cookie to crumble and drop into the milk carton, sending milk everywhere. "Um, oops? Sorry for any milk I got on you," he apologized.

[Assistant] Priscilla giggled, nodding her head. "Yup! I do love the healthy food, eventhough your food looks really good..." she said laughing again silently and stabbing her salad with a fork, taking a bunch of it with the fork and then she ate. "Mmm. This is good, you should taste it if you want?" Priscilla smiled at him and looked at her glass of water, opening the cap and taking a sip of it. Now this was a wonderful moment, eating with Robert but she was getting a bit full too. Yes full out of salad. "Greyson and Daniel? Mmm. I think they are both great members for our team. Greyson was the first one I saw, so I am so glad that he got to be in the team with us. He is nice and sweet, haha. Daniel is nice too but he can be a little umm.. you know. Especially how he spoke earlier on about the bed situtation..." she told him, while putting the cap back on the water bottle. She felt a bit of milk drop on her left hand but she wiped it away quickly looking up at Robert and laughing as she blushed from embarrassment. "Haha. That's okay, Robbie. No worries. But I do want some of that cookie!~" Priscilla winked at him, grabbing a napkin and cleaning out the milk that spurted everywhere in the table that they sat down. Even some milk that was on Robert's shirt, it was noticeable but she managed to clean it up with a napkin. "Alrighty. So, what do you think of them?"

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"Thank you," Robert said as Priscilla cleaned up the milk. He was relieved that she hadn't gotten irritated by the milk splashing, even if only a little bit got on her. In fact, he was so relieved that he let out a light chuckle. When Priscilla said that she'd like some of the cookie, he handed her the half that hadn't fallen into the milk. Robert also tipped the milk a bit in her direction so that she could dunk her half as well if she wanted to. He would eat the half that had fallen in... after Priscilla had dunked to her satisfaction of course, he didn't want to stick his hand in there if she was going to use it.

"Hmm? What do I think about them? Hmmmmmmm. Well, while I did run into Daniel before you and Greyson, I didn't really get to talk to him beyond sharing my name and him his before running into you guys. So, I knew him about as well as you or Greyson. So yeah, that bed comment took me by surprise. I hope he isn't normally like that. Anyway, Greyson. He seems like a pretty nice guy. I can't help but think there's something that he wants, but I don't know what. And yeah, that's about it," he said when Priscilla asked the same question back.

Robert looked at the upper section of his peripheral vision, expecting to see the time and temperature function that appeared on the HUD of his visor. He had forgotten that he had taken his visor off right after the battle several hours ago. He was just so used to almost always having it on that he'd forgotten what it was like not to. Robert reached into his pocket with the goal of taking out his visor to put it on only to see what time it was when his hand brushed by another object in his pocket. He suddenly remembered the scrolls that the Beacon staff had passed out during initiation. That had a time function! He could just use that instead of having to put on his visor, something that Robert always felt made him feel detached from conversation. It wasn't that a big of a deal, but Robert couldn't help but feel a little excited about this new technology that he now officially owned. He looked at the time given by the scroll. "Hmm, we should probably get back to our room. I haven't heard anything about a curfew, but if there is one we're probably nearing it. Let's quickly grab something for Greyson and Daniel to eat and go."


[System]
Gender: Female

Age: 16

Appearance:

"Which one of us is the mask?"
Arcana: Temperance

Personality:
On the surface, Shizuka may be the stereotypical "ojou-sama" (young mistress), from her formal speech to her delicate mannerisms with a blend of shy and soft spoken side, but do not let that deceive you as the class dismissal bell rings and Shizuka's part time hour begins, the counterpart she created for herself, Shizu-chan, takes the spotlight with her lively demeanor, friendly smiles, and undying passion of being an otaku.

Equipment/Skills:
Twirling Baton (Cosplay prop, can be upgraded to Rod weapons)
Sewing, professional make up, baton twirling, which were all gained from her experience with cosplay.

Background:
Being a balanced student with an appropriate amount of intellect and proper physical fitness, one would say Shizuka is an average high schooler if it weren't for the fact that her family was of a higher class compared to that of an average student. Like most children coming from a wealthy family, Shizuka was left alone most of the time, with the exception of servants, by her parents in their mansion with no one to play or interact with. Not necessarily neglected, but she didn't mind either way as she was an obedient child and she understood that both her parents were flooded with work which needed to be taken care of.

This is why she sought out a hobby to preoccupy herself with. Flipping through the channels as a curious child, she abruptly stopped when an animated female character on the screen magically transforms, with all the colorful lights and sparkles, and shouts, "In the name of the moon, I will punish you!" Eyes widened in amazement, Shizuka could not take her gaze away from the television screen while her thoughts were of how exciting whatever this was and how she wanted to become like them, hues of hair she's never seen before, costumes of different variety and color, and the dynamic personalities each one had.

Years had passed since then, but her love and excitement for anime never wavered. What remained though was her calm, delicate nature she presented towards her fellow classmates, friends, and parents. Her passion for anime (and now manga) was to not leave the four corners of her room. Shizuka would occasionally show hints of interest when her classmates discussed about them but no one, and she means NO ONE, should ever find out about how "otaku" she was.

Keeping all of this within her had limits and before she was about to breakdown, someone on the hallway of the school uttered the word, "cosplay". It took quite awhile for her to learn the meaning and to take enough courage to disguise herself in the colorful costumes and hair she once saw years ago, to find people of similar interests without them ever finding out her true self.

With the positive reactions given by the people she has met, Shizuka continued to create more disguises by her own hands, to the point where she landed at her current part time job at the cosplay cafe as Shizu-chan, the persona she presented to the people of the otaku world.

Persona: Inari Ōkami

Appearance: Illustrated by: Sho Minazuki

Abilities:
Twin Slash - 2 light Slash attacks. (1 enemy)
Tarukaja - Increases 1 ally's Attack.
Tarunda - Decreases 1 foe's Attack.

[User]
Ayano Wakahisa: Abandoned Warehouse -> Mirror Warakuma
13/6/2015, Saturday

This was it, the events leading up to this very moment were one that have changed Ayano into the person she is today, she inhaled deeply and exhaled as they entered the mirror a slight feeling of uneasiness crept up inside of her and she was still shaky. Rui turned to her and asked that she summon her Persona, she blinked once and then twice, staring at him for a few seconds.

"You mean right now?"

There was a lull of silence in the air and it was like she was carrying the entire weight of the Investigation Team on her shoulders for a minute, they were all counting on her skills after all and as she stood in place for a moment to gather her thoughts she sighed, a part of her anxious and another eager to awaken the inner depths of her psyche came boiling into one and without a moment too soon, she did so. The sound of shattering glass filled her ears as the familiar blue flame circled around her, almost as if it was protecting her, she didn't know if it was successful or not, but going by the large computer console appearing in front of her, it would seem as though they have been fruitful. She looked at the console with a stern look in her face as she analyzed it from left to right trying to grasp the functions of her new-found abilities, it took a while but she managed to get the gist of all the information that was being displayed on her holograms and she could feel the presence of shadows in the area as well. She grabbed a pair of familiar-looking headphones and put them on, it all felt slightly nostalgic to her but her reprieve was cut short when the voice of a young girl came through the other line. With a few taps, she had made a path towards where the voice was coming from, as she opened up the map she was startled to see that there were apparently two persons toward the location, and one of them just so happens to be 'Kami-chan <3', the other was 'Alexei Dragunov', the name rung a bell but she decided to let it pass and tried her best to ignore why Kami's name was addressed that way in her console, but she couldn't help but blush and gasp.

Thankfully however, Kotori and Akane decided to shed some light on their plight and give her some information on Alexei, third year? The brunette couldn't help but feel that from somewhere she must have at least seen the man in question at least in the hallways or something. Akane gave her some more information and when she mentioned the blurb about him being the 'big fella' it all started making sense to her, he was the one who led her into the Anime and Manga Club Room! To think that a wall of muscle like him being captured in here just made it apparent that the one who is conducting these kidnappings certainly don't pick any specifics. Nodding to herself, she began typing away at the console, trying to pinpoint his exact location and after a few seconds she proclaimed,

"Done!"

Giving the group directions on where to go, but she was still dumbfounded as to why Kami was here...

[Assistant]
Mako Moritomi//???
Tuesday, June 9, 2015

"Welcome to the Velvet Room."

Mako sighed as the same dream started once again. He tuned out the woman's voice as he glared at the congregation of shadows by the door, seemingly beckoning him, but always leaving him behind. His mouth twisted as the doors opened and the woman droned on, as the same sequence played itself out again and again, the only difference being the number of silhouettes admitted to the "Velvet Room" beyond.

Why me? Why this dream? If this is supposed to be telling me about some destiny of mine, why won't you elaborate any further? I want to help. I want to do something. He scrutinized the silhouettes, begging them to become more distinct, but as always, they flitted onward, their shapes hovering just above his comprehension- unreadable, yet tantalizingly familiar.

Bullshit. I call bullshit. You say this is my destiny, but you're not telling me anything. Well, fuck you, too, cryptic lady.If you really cared, you'd give me better than Shadow Puppet Theater. Throw me a bone- something, anything!

She was winding down her speech even now. The last of the silhouettes was just about to leave him behind. His fists clenched.

Give me an answer! A sign, a hint! JUST FUCKING TELL ME SOMETHING--

The last silhouette stopped, turning toward him. He quirked an eyebrow as the silhouette continued to look at him(? He couldn't really tell without seeing its eyes), until something changed. Barely perceptible, but for a moment, the edges of the shade sharpened, became more distinct. Instead of a hazy representation of an anonymous someone, it became more solid. More recognizable. Mako's eyebrows shot up. He knew them. He knew that stance.

...Sato?

And then the dream collapsed into the sound of his alarm.

==~==

Mako Moritomi//Star Drop Cafe
Saturday, June 13, 2015

It just made sense, if he was being perfectly honest.

Mako tapped the pencil against his head, looking the notes he'd written down. It wasn't much, considering he didn't have much information- everything he did have filled only one page, and barely, at that. Still, it was a start.

Mako pondered everything he'd found out so far. As far as he knew, Sato had quit... well, everything save school, really. He didn't know much about his extracirriculars, to be honest, but Sato hadn't shown up to drama club since his kidnapping, and the only other club of his he knew about- archery- had told him he was similarly AWOL. Curious.

Huh. I didn't know he did archery. That's... pretty cool, actually. Okay, focus, Mako.

Moreover, there was that conversation they'd had during their do not call it a date, Moritomi, I swear to every god there is lunch. He'd seemed... passionate about this. What was it he'd said?

"...I'm confident that next time, if someone gets kidnapped, they'll come back just like I did."

Why did he seem so sure about that? Like he absolutely knew- not hoped, knew- that the next victims would be safe. Which could mean one of two things. Either he was in on the whole kidnapping conspiracy- unlikely, since he was one of the victims, but still- or he knew something about the people who were doing the saving lately.

And that led to the whole linchpin for his argument- the dream. He was fairly convinced now that whatever destiny the woman kept referring to had something to do with these kidnappers, and, more explicitly, the ones who were saving the victims. Sato, and whoever the other silhouettes represented. And him too, he guessed, since he was the one who kept having the dream. Maybe that's why he never got a clear answer from any of it- maybe this was a test, or something, to see if he was worthy of getting involved.

...Which all sounded fucking retarded, now that he was putting it in plain sentences, but it was all he had. It really wasn't much to go on, having nothing but hazy dreams, and a sneaking suspicion that one of those silhouettes absolutely looked like someone he'd only spent, like, an hour in total with. But he was still pretty certain, and he'd never been one for rational thinking, anyway. Far too many constraints.

All of which just begs the question... where the hell do I go from here?

[User]
Shizuka Otonashi || Warakuma Park => Shinza Shopping District || June 13 SAT: After School

The clear change of mood, for the better, from the older student brought a small smile upon Shizuka's lips. While she might've made a fool of herself, seeing Masahide out of his glum expression was relieving. But soon after a pause from any conversing, that same expression returned to his features. It isn't easy to change one's mind after all, the dark haired maiden thought to herself.

Before Shizuka could enumerate any more suggestions to do to treat one's self, the upperclassman suddenly changed his mind after glancing at the message he had just received on his phone. Tilting her head to the side in curiosity as to what its contents were, or from who the sender was, Shizuka kept her curious questions to herself. Since he had revealed some truly personal information, the underclassman believed prying too much wouldn't be polite. Either way, it was settled that the two were to depart on their way to the girl's favorite shops.

As Shizuka rose to her feet with her school bag in hand, she spoke, "Splendid! I have quite a number of places to show, all of which are places my friends and I visit." Her soft voice had a tone of excitement about it, being able to share the treats she and her friends found around town. Before walking ahead, the teen abruptly turned on her heel to face back towards Masa. "...I appreciate the fact that you've shared something perhaps, uncomfortable to talk about, Saji-senpai. But I do feel apologetic for seeming to pressure you to do so." With a slight smile of guilt, Shizuka bowed as an apology before continuing on their way towards the shops.

-----

Due to the fact that it was a weekend and time after most classes are out, Shizuka predicted that the mall would be flooded with people. As such, she decided to lead them towards the shopping district instead. There were a couple of shops she would visit here and there but the first one she stopped over for was a cake and pastries shop. "This shop is one of my personal favorite! While they offer a variety of cakes, they do not fail on making each one equally satisfying and appetizing."

Her hazel eyes sparkled as she explained to the older student and continued while they were entering the establishment, "It's not just a shop but a small cafe as well! Ideal if the customers prefer to consume the pastry with a naturally brewed cup of coffee." Sparkling eyes glanced about the cakes being displayed in the glass case, hands ready to take her wallet out anytime.


[System]
EDITED: Ok, now I'm home, I can post the full Character.
Gender: Male

Age: 16

Appearance:

Personality: Lucas is a little quiet around new people at first, usually keeping to himself. However, if he does befriend someone, he will risk his life to protect them.

Quirk/power: My Body is a Weapon! (Almost called it My Body is Ready! lol)
Lucas's quirk allows him to transform any part of his body into any kind of weapon he wishes, though he usually prefers to change his arms into blades or laser cannons. He can also put his arms or legs together to form a bigger version of the weapons, as well as adding his legs in if he's in the air, for a giant cannon. However, doing so shreds any clothing covering his arms or legs, as his clothes do not transform with him. The only exception to this, is his Hero outfit, seen in the appearance pic, as it's specially designed to transform with his body. He can utilize the blast from the cannons to launch himself in any direction he wishes.

Flaw: Firing the cannons, or any other ammo-consuming weapon takes up his own energy, depending on how big the cannon is. The bigger the cannon, the greater the firepower, but also greater energy consumption. Single arm/leg cannon/mouth cannon = 10 shots. Small shoulder cannons = 20 shots. Combining both arms into a single cannon/chest cannon = 5 shots. Combining both arms and both legs into a giant cannon = 1 shot. When he uses up all his energy, he will pass out from exhaustion. If he tries push on through the exhaustion and fire more times, he could kill himself. However, over time, with enough training, he can improve the energy consumption of his cannons, or his overall energy pool through stamina training. However, there is no downside to using his blades, or other melee weapons, other than his arms getting sore from prolonged use.

Reason why they want to be a hero/bio: Ever since he was a child, Lucas had always wanted to be a hero and save people, wondering what his quirk would be. Until one day during class, he sneezed. However, it wasn't any ordinary sneeze. As he sneezed, his mouth and nose turned into a laser cannon and blasted a hole through his desk, and about three floors of the school. Since then, the kids would tease him and call him Laser Face, and he hated it. Until one day, one of the kids was almost crushed by a falling rock, and Lucas blasted it away. From then on, he was called Laser Face not in a teasing, taunting way, but an endearing way. Later on he found out how his quirk actually worked, and the possibilities it held, and began training both his body, and practicing his quirk, so he could get into UA, the best academy for people wanting to become heroes, and even though he rarely turned his mouth into a cannon anymore, sticking to his arms mainly, the name Laser Face stuck with him throughout the rest of his school days, until he left for UA.

Favorite hero: Gunhead

Skills: Along with his quirk, Lucas also took martial arts to be able to fight without his quirk as well as better fight with the blades.

[User] Lucas came out of it and realized what was going on. He got up and said "My name is Lucas Buki, my quirk is called My Body is a Weapon. I can transform any part of my body into any weapon, as long as I know what it is. After my quirk manifested, people started calling me Laser Face, because one day I sneezed during class and my mouth and nose turned into a laser cannon, blasting a hole through my desk and about three floors of the school."

[Assistant]
For a moment, Augustus was shaken inwardly by another voice from everywhere.
But he sensed his teacher, who introduced himself as Xavier Walker.
Augustus seems somewhat unimpressed.
He gets up and says: My name is August Silver von Münschen and my quirk is the telepathy. I can feel the thoughts of others and shares thoughts. My goal is to be the most powerful to change the world for the better.

I am looking at the reaction of everyone.

[User]
"Great, a bunch of showboating egotist" The man uttered under his breath. He was more than happy to teach the young, to make them understand what he had to learn about villainy and heroics and what lies in between. He was completely satisfied with them limiting his amount of active law enforcement in return for creating a perfectly hone, physically and mentally, a batch of new paragons ready to smite down crime with an indomitable force for the sake of justice. Yet here, none of them seemed to understand this. They were all so...so material, regardless of how ironic it was for him to feel this way. With a heavy sigh that allowed him to push the bad thoughts out of the way, he smiled in what he thought was warmly, but was in fact entirely not, coming off more as cryptic and sinister.

I'll be sure to inform them of their car troubles, Mr. Rush. As for the rest of you: I am very glad to meet you and it looks as if you are excited to be here, which is good. Now then, I'm going to bring you all out to the outdoor training facilities to see what all you can do. It's standard for me to see how well you all are doing and it helps me grasp if you're prepared for what I have in store. I'll tell you to know that the majority of people who come into my class end up begging to be switched to another home room. You'll soon see why, but for now, I don't want to discourage you so know that you all are black smiths and your minds are like metal. Whether you make it into wrought iron, silver or steel, I'll still be impressed because you made something better than when you came in" He monologue, his voice stretching words and ghastly in its deepness. It was clear he was trying his best to come off as courteous but wasn't the best at it. "Now then. In the locker rooms, you'll each find a pair of athletic suits for you to work in. It's for the fairness of these trials you wear them. I ask that there is no funny business and peeking. Women to one room and men to the other, got it? Any little rebellions will be met with a swift penalty you may want to avoid"

[Assistant] Lucas rose from his seat and made his way to the men's locker room, changing into his athletic suit. He was relieved that they cut off at the elbow and the knee, meaning he was free to transform his arms up to his elbows, and legs down from his knees, without shredding the suit. However, he'd have to take off the shoes if he was to transform his legs, and not destroy them.

[User]
Haley watched as the next student stood up and introduced himself Seth Rush huh. Oh liquid metal! She follows the metal up Seth's arm and watches as he demonstrates it's durability, not bad at all. I wonder what his limits are. She listens about how Seth is a mechanic but that really doesn't interest her that much. Tho an observant person might noticed the envious look on her face, however brief it was.

She then watched Lucas stand, his quirk surprised her. This seemingly harmless boy was almost the exact opposite his quirk was to turn himself into a weapon. She smiled at hearing that he blasted a hole in his best with a face laser, and hearing that his nickname was laser face she decided she might call him desk face. But only if his initial reaction to it wasn't that bad.

She again almost jumped as the teacher spoke again his voice was rather unsettling to her. Tho her feeling of unease was eradicated when she heard that she was going to get to show off her quirk. She was inspired by Xavier's monologue, even if he had a creepy voice. She reddened at Xavier's comment about peeking. She then gathered her things up and headed off with the rest of the students, When she broke off to go to the girls locker room she was actually glad that there was only one other girl. And it was an added bonus that she didn't seem to be the type that would comment on her body, tho she had not heard the other girl speak so she still had a little bit of worry.

She changed off to the side and avoided making eye contact with the other girl as she stripped down. She was happy to find that the pants were long, and the sleeves were long enough for her to not be that worried. Despite this she still tried to pull the sleeves down see if they couldn't cover her just a little more. She sighed as her efforts were fruitless but deep down she didn't expect anything.

[Assistant] Once Lucas finished changing, he made his way to the field, excited that he'd be able to show off what he can do, and hope that he removes the vision of him being the stuttering, desk facesmashing, goof he portrayed earlier. Plus, he kinda wanted to show off in front of Haley, so she thought he was cooler than he portrayed earlier as well.

[User]
Augustus stands up.
He goes fast as he dismantles his thoughts to the girls.
He quickly withdrew and asked himself in the cabin the boys: "How do you find the girls, unfortunately there are only two, there is one that you find hot.
You already know who you find cool? Are you all heterosexual
Aski is interesting, but Heley also has something interesting.
Want to see the girls naked? "

I look at Haley/Aski thoughts and of their look at them both on the body.

[Assistant]
Meruem Kiryu

Meruem pulled his t-shirt from his body. He was all edges and shallow lines, a fit young man who was dedicated to his physical health. It came off and halted near his elbows as he faintly heard one of the other students; Augustus he believed his name was. He chuckled to lightned the severity of his words. "That's so not brave man. You should at least be man enough to ask directly, y'know?
" He fitted the gym clothes over his frame. The track suit appealed to his simple tastes. "Besides, if you don't start focusing now, you'll never get your name in my book."

He strode onto the field with those nameless faces and few notable students that weren't as mundane. His elbow was stretched far across his chest, that same fiery gleam in his eyes. "I won't fail. Whatever it may be," he muttered to himself.

[User]
We have all needs.

Lucas sees the body of Haley repel her undressed. He can feel her body as she feels.

Augustus leaves the room.

[Assistant]
Haley made her way out to the field and out her arms behind her back. She stood a good few meters away from the boys making sure to angle herself so her forearms would be harder to see. She looked around for Xavier, as she thought of what skills she was going to show off. She hoped that she would be able to impress everyone with a few stone spears, she continued to brainstorm ideas and concealed her excitement.

At this point Haley was very confused not knowing weather to be embarrassed or excited, tho she kept reminding herself that what she was doing was to impress Xavier and Xavier only. She quickly rolled her shoulders before hiding her arms again she then started to take a few deep breaths to try and calm her nerves. Her cheeks were slightly pink as she does this, thinking she must look silly or afraid or something..

[User] Lucas saw her come out and blushed a bit, noticing how fit she was. He carefully walked over to her, making sure there were no desks this time, and said "Wow, you're really fit Haley, why do you cover yourself up like that and hide it?"

[Assistant] Haley is caught by surprise and squeaks when she hears someone talk to her, she looks up and sees it's a blushing Lucas. Then the blushing Lucas called her fit and asked why she covered up, now she was turning bright red. She let out another quiet squeak of embarrassment. "F-fit? Yes I-I guess I am fit." she put her arms behind her back again. "W-why do I hide it? I ummm." Haley doesn't know how to respond to this and hopes that the teacher comes out soon so she doesn't need to talk to Lucas about her looks.

[User]
Augustus see the problem from Lucas.
Lucas hears in his head:  try to remain calm you're gonna be already self-confident. If you want we can practice it after school in the city. We can also get to know each other better.
We can also take some of the others with you.

[Assistant]
With the sound of pounding feet and heavy breathing a giant of a kid in an athletics suit. The kid was huge, standing nearly 6'5" in what appeared to be modified hiking boots. He has a lean muscular build like that of a hunting dog and moderately long goldish red hair left hanging around his thick shoulders. It is clear he is of Norwegian or Irish decent as his skin is fair and lightly dotted with freckles, especially around the bridge of his nose and up his muscled arms. Sliding to a stop in front of Augustus, Fenrir breathes heavily and looks up, "I..I apologize for my lateness sir, they had me in General studies instead of here."
He puts his hands on his knees and takes a few deep breathes looking around at the other students as he does, particularly Haley and Lucus.

[User]
@Fjanz@LeamonZest89@Renny@Azure Flame

"You're fine Fenrir. Just move into line with everyone else. The test are simple: You'll be tested in multiple physical tests. Use any powers, strength, skills or even cheats if you can get them past me, whatever it takes to improve your score. We'll be doing a 40-meter dash, a mile run, a baseball toss, javelin toss, sidesteps and swimming tests. Your suits are completely prepared for what lies in store. For now, form into pairs of two and start on the 40-meter dash. I'll be timing and be watching you. Good luck" Came the creeping voice of the teacher before he shuffled towards the end of the track and prepared. He allowed the first group to stretch before speaking.
"Ready...go!" He shouted and so whoever had stepped to the plate first was making their way across the path at their top speed. THe teacher eagerly awaited their times.

[Assistant] Lucas was up first, ready to show what he's got, to make up for his embarrassment earlier. He stretched a little and took off his shoes, and when the teacher said go, took off. However, once his feet left the ground, both his arms and his legs transformed into laser cannons below the elbows and knees respectively, facing away from him. "Full burst!" he shouted, his cannons unleashing four blasts at the same time, giving a little extra power. This caused him to rocket forward at an amazing speed, crossing the 40-meter mark and changing back, skidding on his feet a little. He figured the four cannons, and the little extra boost probably cost him about 5/10 uses.