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Orihime has a dastardly tall height for someone of her nationality, standing at around 5'10. Pale skinned and thick haired, she shares some of the common and most notable traits of a Japanese woman, with almond shaped dark brown eyes and mid-back length black hair. Although she wasn't as sporty as some of the other kids during her high school days, Orihime has an athletic build, having always kept herself in shape through running exercises.
Age: 21

Prison Faction: The Amazons

Power: Pyrokinesis

Orihime is able to create and manipulate fire at will, and can use this ability in a variety of ways. She seems to have a talent in focusing her energy into one point and then releasing it all at once. By doing so, she can continuously build up heat in her attacks, making for a more ferocious attack.

Although Orihime isn't affected as badly by her own flames as much as normal people would, she isn't fully immune. Once her fire gets too hot for even her to handle, she becomes burnt like any other normal human being, and over usage of her concentrated fire attacks could lead to the death of Orihime herself.

Nationality: Japan (Moved to London afterwards)

Bio: Orihime was born in Tokyo, Japan, where she spent six years living with her parents. One day when the family went on a camping trip to the countryside, Orihime was woken up by her father, who had exited the tent to watch the stars. Immediately, Orihime grew fascinated in the night sky above her, saying she wished she could stay stargazing forever. Her father told her the origin of her name, and said that she was his shining child (The name 'Orihime' being based off the star Vega. It is noted as the fifth brightest star in the night sky.)

As time passed, Orihime's love for stargazing grew. After her family moved to London to make a better living, she would often stay up on some nights to look at the stars through a telescope her parents had bought her for her seventh birthday. She started off as really shy in primary school as she was new to the English language, but quickly adapted and made friends along the years. She would continue to watch the stars, and whenever she got the chance she would go to the countryside with her parents to stargaze. However, Orihime didn't forget about her studies, and always studied hard, not batting an eyelash when it came to revising for tests in high school.

It was at the age of sixteen when she discovered her pyrokinetic powers. Whilst walking home in the evening after studying for her exams with a friend, the two were attacked by a group of men. Feeling under pressure and willing to protect her friend from harm, she had released a blast of flames at the three men, burning them severely. Too surprised to figure out what had just happened, she took her friend's hand and ran.

After the event, she began to secretly train herself with her friend and discovering what she was capable of. Even at a young age, she was already able to manipulate and control her flames at will. This secret training continued on for a number of years until she moved somewhere else to live nearer to her university.

About a year after she entered, Orihime had been practicing wielding her powers at a nearby park, thinking there was nowhere around at the time. Since it was late and quite dark, she thought she would practise behind a large cluster of trees to avoid being seen. However, Orihime was somehow caught on camera by a person nearby, and a video of her controlling her flames was posted on the internet. The video immediately went viral, and before she could do anything to stop it, she caught the eyes of a certain corporation, which led to her disappearance two months later.

Personality: Orihime isn't extremely chatty, but not overly shy and withdrawn either. She enjoys the company of others, but dislikes people she isn't comfortable with in her personal space. She's a bit quiet around strangers, but opens up and becomes a more talkative person towards her close friends. She enjoys making people smile and likes to have a laugh and fool around, but ends up acting rather weird and annoying at some moments. Orihime hates being by herself, and is shy to talk to people she rarely knows, always being accompanied by one of her best friends when being introduced to someone. She's observant but also judgmental, always 'judging a book by its cover', which she uses to decide which people she deems okay to hang out with. However, she is aware of what she does, and so keeps her negative thoughts to herself in case she somehow causes trouble.

Other: (just a few extra facts I bundled together)

• Orihime was born on July the 7th, which is why her parents named her Orihime (based off the character Orihime in the Tanabata festival origin).

• She's talented in knitting and sewing.

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Violet Ray

The room was bright. White walls surrounded them in this insidious room. Violet couldn't help but stare off into space, getting lost in what was left of her mind. Although, from the outside, it just looked as though she was staring blankly. Like a dog without a bone.

The food in front of her was plain and stale, she wasn't about to eat it and apparently she wasn't the only one. Her thoughts continued to race about the center and what she was going to do with herself in this place. What kind of hell are we in. That was the only thing she could think about. Everything was so new to her and nothing seemed right about this place.

It was more than just a prison.

Her frustrations built inside of her until she could not longer hold them back. With a swift swipe of her hand, she slapped the tray right off her table. This caused the tray's contents to fly wildly through the the air and landing on several unfortunate passers-by. She would never even notice, nor hesitate. She just continued to stare blankly.

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John White - Cafeteria

A thud and a voice broke John from his thoughts, as he looked up from his food, John saw Jackson, leader of SOUL start in on his midday meal, after the normal greeting of 'Right kid? John grunted, paused for a moment before answering in words: "Same as normal - for being stuck in this shit hole." The Animal Mimic stole a quick glance to see the Jackson was taking a look at the others who had so far trickled into the room for another dose of slop.

Having finished his own slop (slightly better then other Factions slop) John took to studying Jackson as the boss took the time to get back to what John thought to be double checking the mental list of the whos who and what in terms of the factions, their leaders etc.

after another moment of two Norvandell had entered, followed the process and was soon sitting with Jackson and himself just as said leader had shouted out to the messenger.

"Oi, messenger kid, outside solitary in forty minutes, don't be late"

John saw that Jackson had turned to him again with a calculating look in his eye,
"Oh yeah. I gotta take someone out at the arena today. Think you can get Jason to disable the cameras?"

"Yeah, you command, I do - I spose you want me to offer some of our food rations or time out from the arena as a first offer Guv'?" John still had a half thick accent from the outback, but with his rather British dialect it made for an odd combo.

"But whats the back up plan?" While he waited for his boss to answer, John turned to Norvandell, raised an eyebrow and started to inquire about his day - starting with a long running thing John did. "You ever think of getting a shorter name Norvandell?

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Manuel Lukamba - Gym

It was the music of shredding muscles and popping bones that accompanied Manuel's vigorous training. The Gym was empty at that time of the morning, as most prisoners spent their time at their cells waiting for the midday meal. Manuel spent the points he earned in the arena to purchase some freedoms most inmates never experienced, and while those who did enjoy special privileges used it for luxuries, Manuel only asked for time to improve. His goal was to become a stronger, better fighter so he could continue to live. It was the only thing he knew in life. Might is right, and the weak die.

He stood with his legs apart at shoulder length, squatting backwards to counter the weights he was holding. The bar was full on both ends with odd weights which somehow reached a rough equilibrium, and used all of the loose weights at the gym. Manuel couldn't count that high to know how much he lifted, but it never felt enough. He raised the weights and relished in the exquisite pain it caused him as the muscles in his chest, shoulders, back and arms teared long winding strips of his skin. It was a wonderful feeling of power, one he would never give up on as long as he lived.

Manuel Lukamba - Cafeteria

There was something fundamentally wrong in the way Manuel walked in the cafeteria. The hulking mass of flesh and scars had a frightening spring to his step - he shouldn't have been that quick, or walk with such fluid movements. He quickly came to the front of the line and asked for his meal. That was another one of his perks - a thick broth, made with vegetables, wheat and slabs of beef floating around, filled a deep bowl reserved for a select few who bought the rights to own it. Such a meal was required for Manuel's routine - he often consumed 20,000 calories a day, a part of his daily life.

He walked by the others - mere targets to beat inside and outside the ring - and sat down at the table reserved for his kind, tge MIR faction. He had a fight scheduled later that day. Manuel's thoughts let him smile and reveal an awful sight. Broken, chipped and crooked teeth, all growing wildly to replace teeth he had already lost, forming a hideous sight reminiscent of a shark's mouth - rows of hungry, hungry teeth... and he stopped smiling, and those teeth ripped into the cooked flesh of his meal.

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Gloria Lieth - Cafeteria
There weren't many factionless that survived for any length of time. If you lasted longer than a month your were skilled, if you lasted more than two Gloria would remember there names. She hadn't seen many, herself Edmond, Hypolyta before she'd told her soul and this kid. Gloria didn't really like him. Maybe it was because he sold out to the factions. He kept himself safe by delivering messages as a neutral party between the various faction leaders. Gloria would like to think her dislike and distrust of him was because he involved himself with powers that she found unsavory, she would have loved to claim the moral high ground but the truth was that she hated him because his power out of everyone's in the prison still functioned even under the effects of the ability dampeners. Gloria knew that she would easily kill if it meant being able to run free and slip through the foundation of the world once more. Still it didn't hurt her to be responsive.

After Gloria had been removed from school because of her abnormality she'd had a lot of free time on her hands. She'd go down to the pool halls, walk the town but she wasn't foolish. If she was going to survive and make something of herself after she escaped home she'd need the skills that high school taught that she wasn't getting. She'd taken some legitimate online classes but mostly she'd just learned the things that interested her. For a time she'd had some interest in the realm of disabilities, the blind, the deaf, the mute. It likely had something to do with her sister's psychosis but the result was that Gloria could in a limited fashion sign in ASL. She wasn't exactly fluent. In fact she probably knew less than two hundred words but it was enough to hold a simply conversation with a deaf or mute person. It was common knowledge that the Messenger's voice didn't work and he had to borrow everyone else's. Since powers usually developed in the teen years Gloria thought it likely that he also could sign.

Without looking at him Gloria set her spoon down and started to move her hands. You don't have to do that." she signed to him before resuming eating. There was a loud sound across the cafeteria and Gloria turned to look at a girl toss her food onto the floor. Gloria moved like lightning, she dashed to the fallen food picking up the bowl and what was left of the gruel inside. Then she returned to her own place and continued to eat. It was sort of an unwritten rule in the prison that food belonged to whoever could take it and you didn't poison the stock. The prisoners got too little to eat to be able to throw it away like that.

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Orihime Hoshimi - Cafeteria
Ew… I would rather have that expired yogurt from who knows when than eat this… thing…

Orihime stared down at her plate of 'food', scooping its contents up with a spoon and watching it drip like lumpy liquid off it. 'Ew' indeed. Just a measly little bowl of gruel that the higher-ups thought would be enough to feed these sort-of normal human beings. Of course, it wasn't enough. It was never enough.

The woman walked slower than usual towards the table of Amazon members; Orihime felt like she wanted to get more insight on the other sort-of normal human beings in this prison. Orihime was what you would call 'brain before brawn' type of person… observing possible opponents before possibly going head to head with them was something Orihime deemed extremely important.

There were quite a few people she recognized at first glance. She didn't really pay as much attention; it was the factionless people that really caught her eye. Orihime even had individual nicknames for these people, just so she could remember them clearly: you had 'Fist-to-the-Wall' Gloria Lieth, who possessed the frightening ability to pass through walls; although it may not seem as scary at first, Orihime was sure most of the prisoners here had experienced some sort of 'clashing' with the young ninteen-year-old. Then there was 'The Messenger' Nariv Arya. Orihime knew him quite a bit, especially since the two shared the same cell as each other. But it was gathering info that was important here. There was also the other factions as well, but the young woman decided not to just stand around gawking at every single people filled table. That would just be… weird.

Orihime walked towards the group of women huddled around the table, placing herself on the small extra space the others managed to make room for. Spooning up the 'food' and seeing it drip from off the metal, Orihime sighed, holding her breath so she wouldn't have to taste this ungodly piece of icky gloop.

Let's eat.


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Gender: Female

Age: 22

Birthplace: Eagle Ridge, Nevada

Appearance:

Personality: Kat can seem cold at times, but she is just reserved. Even before the outbreak she didn't like to rely on people or let them be a major part of her life because in her experience they move on after a while and leave. You get one chance with her and if you give her BS she will not only call you on it she will not let you forget it. But where her baby is concerned she is the exact opposite. Kat is warm and loving towards her baby, almost like a split personality considering how she responds to everyone else. Try to hurt or take her baby, you will wish the walkers had gotten to you first.

Occupation before the breakout: Blackjack Dealer at the Diamond Casino in Las Vegas

Skills: persuasive
 excellent BS meter (cuz of calling bluffs and spotting card counters on her former job)
 quick reflexes (again, former job)
 knows a few pressure point moves but is not an expert fighter
 can fire a gun and is an average shot

Fears/incompetencies:
 she will do anything to keep her baby safe and if her baby is in danger she tends to not think clearly making her rush into things blindly
 has a temper and can get loud when angered
 quick to judge people
 not very forgiving
 can be cold and doesn't seem to like people, but doesn't want to be alone

Equipment:
 Bag with a few baby supplies (a bottle, a pacifier, a few baby clothes and makeshift diapers, ect)
 small pocket knife
 canteen
 matches
 a change of clothes
 crackers and jerky
 small mirror (for signaling)
 hair brush (handle is broken)

Group: on her own in an abandoned house

History: Kathryn was born to a Russian immigrant mother and a dead beat alcoholic father. Her mother died from sickness when Kat was a teenager and she hasn't seen her father in years. The move to Las Vegas was a good change from the moderate sized town she was born and raised in. She got a job quickly as a dishwasher at the Diamond Casino. She worked her ass off and the boss noticed, promoting her quickly because of her hard work and dedication to the job. She moved up in rank to waitress and bartender before switching to the floor. She has been a blackjack dealer for over a year and is excellent at her job, knowing how to flirt to keep the people in their seats but having a steel spine to make them leave when they were no longer wanted.
She had very few friends, no romantic attachments and no responsibilities to anyone but herself and she liked it that way.

Then one night a handsome man with an accent to die for sat at her table. He impressed her with his bluffing and his kind nature. They talked and she found herself telling him things she hadn't told to people she'd known for months let alone hours. After hours of playing, talking and drinking she found herself inviting him back to her room...

The next morning she left before he woke, leaving only a note to thank him for everything and enough money to cover the drinks he had bought her.
Nine months later she got the results of that one night stand : a beautiful baby girl with her father's blonde hair and sweet nature. For the first time in a long time Kat found herself loving something more than herself. When the outbreak happened she swore to do anything to protect her baby. And she has...
She thinks about Grace's father sometimes, wondering where he is now and if he is still alive. She dreads the day that Grace is old enough to wonder where he is and asks questions that Kat can't answer.

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Kat's baby girl - Grace

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Lisa took a seat somewhere and closed her eyes as Chris put the revolver away and started snooping around hoping to find something useful. The place was a real mess. Whoever was here sure left in a hurry. As he went behind the counter, Chris found something behind a couple of boxes that was apparently overlooked. It wasn't a big deal, just an unopened bottle of beer. But after so many months of craving over something else other then water that beer looked real friendly right now. Chris grabbed the bottle, opened it and took a big sip from it. "Aaaaahhh! Thank you God!" He said satisfied as he put the bottle on the counter, turned backwards, opened door and went inside the store room. Once again, nothing but an empty space. "Shit! Talk about bad luck!" He said as he scratched his head, with a dissatisfied look on his face.

After opening the diner's back door Chris was outside again but he stumbled upon a horiffic scene. Four walkers were biting on a dead guy, eating him up. If his sister was with him she would probably freak out, totally exposing them. The walkers were so busy with their "meal" that they didn't even notice somebody opening the door behind them. As Chris was slowly trying to get back in the diner and close the door one of the walkers raised his head and noticed him. After he got up so did the other three. Chris got back in, closed the door and blocked it with some boxes. Knowing the boxes won't last, Chris ran to his sister. "COME ON WAKE UP! WE GOTTA GET OUT OF HERE!" Shouted Chris to his sister, shaking her real good. "What the hell?" What are you so uptight about?" Said Lisa as she pulled Chris's hands away from her shoulders and struggled to get up all sleepy as she was. "We gotta leave, there are walkers behind that door and they're struggling to get in." Said Chris pointing to the diner's back door.

After hearing the word walkers, Lisa freaked out like Chris knew she would. "Walkers?! Oh my God. You're right, let's get out of here." She said as she ran to the car, followed by her brother. Once Chris got inside the car he started the engine and left in a hurry, taking a look behind him then back at the road and breathing deeply afterwards. But his sense of relief lasted only about a half a mile of driving because in the distance he saw hell itself. A huge hoard of walkers, probably hundreds. He abruptly stopped the car before they could notice them. The hoard seemed busy with something or somebody. "Oh crap, what are we gonna do Chris? If that hoard notices us we're as good as dead." Asked Lisa concerned while looking at Chris who was just standing still with his hands tightly gripping the steering wheel. "Chris? CHRIS!" She shouted grabbing Chris's right shoulder and shaking him. "Shut up, i'm thinking!" He responded with a serious and concentrated tone. Then he started revving the engine as smoke started coming from the car's back tires.

After letting go of the brakes and stepping on the clutch the car bursted forward as Chris directed it out of the road and into the field. As Chris drove further and further away from the road he saw a couple of people struggling to leave in a Chevrolet Silverado truck. One of them in particular, a girl, attracted his attention. "What the hell is she doing?" Chris asked without expecting an answer. "Lisa get in the back!" He told his sister. "What? Why?" She asked while looking at him puzzled. "Just do it." Chris said as his sister eventually complied. Then he turned the car around, driving fast back to the road and stopping in front of the girl, hitting the brakes and lowering the window. "Come on, you wanna stay here and die? Get in." Said Chris while reaching out with his right hand and opening the door for her as the walkers were getting dangerously close.

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Rey had been tailing Ethan's group since they left Dana point. She wanted to make sure that they were a suitable group that she could maybe join. Up until this point she had thought very little of them, seeing them as nothing more than just your run of the mill survivors. That was until she saw how Ethan reacted to the death of Walter. She was close enough to hear the hurt in Ethan's voice when he called out to his friend. She heard them begin to run and she pursued them, keeping an ample distance away so that she wasnt caught.

She decided now was probably a better time than later to stop. "Stop, please I need help" She lied, limping from the bushes, using her rifle as a cane. "I think I sprained my ankle trying to get away from some walkers" she tried to act pained. "Please, please help me" she yelled a final time.

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Nikki hopped out of the truck ignoring the fear in Kat's voice. "I can't leave him. He is all I have left and Grace needs her daddy." She said as she took off running back towards the horde.

Out of the field burst a 1967 Impala. It landed right in front of her with no time to stop. Nikki literally jumped onto the hood and slid across it to keep from running into it. The door popped open and this guy leaned over. Nikki picked herself up off of the ground and she pulled her gun just in case.

"Come on, you wanna stay here and die? Get in." Chris said.

Nikki looked up and the walkers that had split off and followed the truck was almost here. She looked at the car and saw a girl in the backseat that was telling her to hurry. Nikki looked at the man in the front seat and her stomach did flip flops. Still untrusting, she climbed into the car and shut the door. "Follow the truck please."

At this point she could hardly see the point of driving through the horde when she had no idea where Ethan was or if he was even alive. Tex had started driving again and the car followed. Nikki looked at Chris and his sister. "You almost ran me over." She made sure that he saw her gun on her lap. She had on her trenchcoat so he had no idea he was sitting next to a small arsenal. "I was going to go look for my... my brother. We left as the horde reached us. I thought he was in the front of the truck but he wasn't. I had just watched our friend die. I can't help but worry I won't see him alive again."

Nikki caught a few glances at the man driving the car. Damn He is a hunk! The irony of it all, physical attraction still did it's part to complicate things she thought. He was older than she was by quite a bit but age was never a problem for Nikki. She liked older men. His sister was chattering in the backseat but Nikki wasn't paying attention to what she was saying.

Nikki adjusted her coat and her sword became visible. It was laying on the seat under her coat and thusly it was laying painfully against her thigh and poking her in the calf. "I'm Nikki...Nikki Hyatt of Dana Point. Who are you guys?"

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Ethan Blackledge

Ethan and Jason been running down the road for around ten or fifteen minutes now going at a quick speed as they wanted to meet up with the rest of the group. They'd started to make a big gap between themselves and the Horde now as well. They were out of sight and only another twenty minutes away from the exit, fifteen if they could keep up this pace. The Highway had started to bend away from the coast now, heading inland. Jason broke the silence and said, "Did you set a rendezvous with your group?" Sounding like he hadn't even started jogging yet.

"No, but they're heading to San Clemente, it's the next exit off the Highway and Alex will stay on the outskirts of the town." Ethan replied a bit more fatigued than the Navy Seal.

Before Jason could reply though a shout came out behind them, "Stop, please I need help."

Nikki! Was Ethans first thought, until he took in the accent. It wasn't one he'd heard for years. It was thick with a scouse twang, Ethan didn't expect someone from Liverpool to be in California. Ethan stopped and turned around to see a girl coming out of the woods with a limp. Ethan put his hands on his head taking in deep breaths, slightly annoyed, he wanted to make sure his group and his daughter was fine and this was only going to set them back. "Fuck." Ethan said under his breath, only Jason would have been able to hear. "Come on Jason." He quickly ran over to the girl and put her arm around his shoulder and continued to move down the road, "We don't have time for introductions." His northern accent clear.

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Kat's head snapped up when Nikki jumped out of the truck. "Ethan... He was supposed to be following us!"
Damn men and their hero complexes! "Ethan I swear to God if you get killed..."
Kat had no choice but to trust Nikki to go after Ethan and Jason since she couldn't leave Grace. The dog, whatever his name was, growled under his breath at the horde behind them. The undead had no reason to come after them unless they gave them a reason...

The dog started barking viciously as a car nearly flattened Nikki. Grace had wrapped her arms around the dog's leg and screamed in panic. Kat swore loudly. This was called 'a reason'. Ding, Ding, Ding! Dinner time for all undead! Right this way!
Predictably several of the horde, about twelve or so that Kat could count, turned their way. Kat banged on the back window before opening it. "We can't get too far ahead of Ethan and Jason! And Nikki is back there now!"
The truck swerved back and went in a large circle, running over walkers and smashing their heads under the tires. At least they could take out a few. One or two managed to grab onto the side of the truck and tried to climb on, but Kat using her bag and the dog using it's teeth knocked them down again.

Grace hated the noise and shouting and the rough movements of the truck. Taking a deep breath she screamed the loudest scream her little lungs could muster, large tears rolling from her eyes. She reached here arms up for someone, anyone, to hold her and make all of the bad things stop.


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"Got creds, will travel - on your creds. Half down."

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G E N D E R :

Male

A G E :

32

O C C U P A T I O N :

Mercenary, sniper

A P P E A R A N C E :

Dark blonde sun-streaked long wavy hair, blue eyes, light beard, 6'7"; typically wears large, loose tees with form fitting jeans and black boots - always with his leather riding-style black jacket w/ hood (weather dependent)

H O M E P L A N E T :

Pelorum, Aphrodite - some Bellerophon; Valentine; Silverhold

S K I L L S E T :

Comes from Money: Schmoozing (begrudgingly), Observation/Recon/Research, Long-range Combat, Tactical (socially and professionally)

E Q U I P M E N T :

sniper rifle, gun cleaning kit, camouflage duds, personal cortex, microtransmitter

P E R S O N A L I T Y :

Tries to remain impartial and easy-going, but can be riled up if the right buttons are pushed; has a somewhat insatiable disposition for carnal pleasures so that he will earn enough credits to spend it all on a good time rather than waste material possessions; only really serious about his work when he is on the job, but doesn't curb his humbleness on how good he is at it; only takes on jobs against the entitled or oppressive; has a live-easy, but to the fullest; likes to put on the mask that he can't resist a pretty face and is a sucker for praise to get people to trust him or think he is shallow; has a problem with absolute authority or anything that tells him how to act or behave - will act against it for the sake of it depending on how oppressive the adversary is in their 'rules; sees rules more like guidelines and may or may not follow them if he disagrees; values experience over academic achievement

B I O :

Growing up wealthy with a home on two worlds could leave most with a sense of entitlement, and that was certainly the case with the handsome young Kinneas Revas. Born into a family firmly established in the mining wealth of the border planets, overseen at a distance, Kinneas wanted for nothing. He was shepharded from Pelorum to Aphrodite on the whims of his father's fancy.

The first rift to his overly privileged lifestyle came when he discovered his mother was actually a concubine when his actual wife was scheming to upturn her husband's entire way of life. The agreement would be that The Child stay on Bellerophon with his mother, well kept and swept under a rug. The relationship with his father was neatly sliced away as well in that stroke of diplomacy but his teenage rebellion later made things stray back into choppy waters for them all.

Kinneas was not denied the life he'd learned to live though, and grew into somewhat of a known figure in the high society of Bellerophon as a pretty face. He'd grown up handsome as his father with his mother's fair features, and all the years of observing his father had him know how to play that card well. Bellerophon was meant to be a testing phase before he returned to his true place in society. His father's wife caught wind of this, however, and he was shipped to Valentine as the lesser of two evils: either he and his mother would be destitute or he'd enlist in the military to teach him some much-needed discipline - and to learn his place, of course.

Military life did nothing to change his disposition, however. He took an honorable discharge at the cost of his family name he used to pay for it with when he refused to fall in line - the final straw being his absolute refusal to join the Unificators, which he should have taken as an honor and privilege. Instead, he told him what he thought of their idea of honor and privilege and that was that.

Unable to return to Bellerophon, he took a ship to Silverhold to oversee a mining operation - the last kindness his father could allot. While there, he found more enjoyment in time at the bars with the locals and soon fell in with some mercenaries that made more credits running jobs than he would a year at the mines. That military training had come in handy, got them out of some sticky spots. They made a pretty decent name for themselves on the border planets, his free time spent reveling in the fruits of his labor in the form of the variety of vices he once enjoyed. Life was going real nice until a job turned south, and Kinneas was the only one left. Since then, he hasn't stuck with the same team for more than one job. Easier to maintain his lifestyle that way without getting all the pesky feelings that killed his vibe.
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| Tim Casey | Only sane one on the ship, and isn't half bad. |

| Enid Prichard | Doc's quirky, but decent. |

| Vas Jat | The kid - he makes it easy. |

| Serena Jat | A whole basket short of a picnic but keeps things interesting. |

| Kinneas Reed | Winning smile and great head of hair. |

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Mi Galley es Su Galley Part 4
Lunar Veil | Galley
Summary
Kinnease finally comes out of his room, shares a drink and a game of tall card with Tim.

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Kinneas dealt the two cards, taking one for himself that he traded. "Both. I've been to nearly every inner planet, and around a few systems in this second-life. A few moons. Some are more my style than others. This gig keeps you drifting as well, I imagine."

"Some," he said with a lopsided grin. "And same. Some it'll be too soon if I ever have to go back, some, I am counting the days til we go back. I consider it a perk, but it's not everyone's cup of whisky. If I hate somewhere, I know it's just for a few days. If I love it, won't be long 'fore we're back. Heavy Boat, 3 Dragons. What's your hand?

"Well, look at that…" Kinneas said as he lay down his cards: "Heavy boat, three dragons. Tall." He grinned and slid his empty glass back to Tim with the tips of his fingers for his prize.

"Well," Tim said, pouring another glass, "fuck my luck. Guess I'll ante up a new toothbrush and some soap that smells less like tires, and more like morning rain. Bartered for it on Greenleaf when we were picking up the Skye kids."

"Oh yeah? Rainforest doesn't sound half-bad. Moderately better than sugary pomegranate." Kinneas grinned as he took back his glass. "But Greenleaf, that's a wild place. I'll have to ask the kids what they were doing there next time I get a wave from them. Wonder what Isaac possibly got his head stuck in there…"

"Cannon," Tim said, matterof-fact. "I saw selfies. He was mighty proud of it too. We baby proofed the ship for when they call for a taxi."

"They certainly know how to keep it interesting." Kinneas said in half amusement, half exasperation. "You'd think the kid would have learned by now… No sense of self-preservation, that one."

"Good thing he's got people looking out for them then, eh?" Tim replied, shuffling the deck for the next deal. "He'd learn to do all right on his lonesome if he had to. I'm just glad he's got a choice."

The amusement from his laugh died down as he pondered on the idea of choice, fingers of a hand steepled over the glass he twisted it. "Full circle, eh? I can do the whole dance, but prefer not to. It isn't a choice for me to stay here with a captain who thinks he knows me as a -" he waved his hand absently, "whatever he thinks, and a kid who's already out to murder me for a misunderstanding. You and the girl and the doc? Ain't half bad - less so with dinner and drink shared."

"If we were dancing, I'd have on better music, shiny shoes, and preferably an outfit that the doc would call dapper," Tim assured him, fanning out the deck to shuffle, before taking another drink himself. "Don't worry - I'm not out to change any minds - if I were a better salesman, I likely wouldn't have ended up flyin' a Firefly class 'cross the verse. Fox trusts you, that's good enough for me. I know the Skye's talked you up. I figure we all got common ground somewhere. Least I can do is try an help find it. Berries are tall."

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Mi Galley es Su Galley Part 5
Lunar Veil | Galley
Summary
Kinnease finally comes out of his room, shares a drink and a game of tall card with Tim.

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"Then I claim tall." Kinneas said, his jaw setting a little as he thought more than he shared. He blink it away once with a smile returning, leaning back slightly. It was done in sequence with the hand he looked at, but other thoughts were at play. "The Skyes talked me up, huh? I'll have to remember that. Got a card to swap, two actually."

"Two for the player, dealer takes three," Tim decided. "They're good people. I mean, for bad people, depending on what lens you're looking through. Fox wouldn't keep 'em around otherwise. And he wouldn't be so concerned 'bout clearing your name if he didn't think you were good people. And Fox wouldn't keep sendin' work our way if he didn't think kindly of us. Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying that everyone Fox works with gets along, but he's pretty thorough 'bout vetting people out. 'Sides, it's a big boat. Plenty of elbow room for everyone."

"So you're saying to play it like cards." Kinneas said slowly, laying down four shiny dragons and the berries. "Play the hand you're dealt strategically the best you can and hope luck's on your side for the rest."

"I'll throw in a sugar scrub," Tim said, laying out a cratemaker countdown. "And I'll be honest, I wasn't sure where I was going with that or if I was making any sort of metaphor, but sometimes I get lucky."

"Lucky sans sugar scrub. Guess it can be a peace offering for the kid." Kinneas said, finishing off his decidedly last glass. If he had any more, he'd probably go make things worse when it was starting to look marginally better. "Going to need it if I'm putting off finding that rich old lady on Pelorum for now." He picked up his glass, motioning to Tim's in asking if he were done, to be washed. He glanced at the chore list in passing, one he'd pointedly ignored until now. "Gotta say, half this stuff, you all would regret me doing and the other half I've never done."

"You can mark your name down for Trash detail, owe you that fair and square. My advice, never sign up for anything with an L - Latrine, laundry, pass. Never wash dishes if drying is an option, there's more dignity in drying."

Standing and focusing on the list, Kinneas started to feel those three drinks turn his brain as he read what passed as usual ship chores. Sweeping up the cargo bay and cleaning the toilets writing in utilitarian scrawl were a big 'no thanks.' He wrote a captain 'K' next to trash. "Dishes aren't so bad - but I'm guessing laundry is mass done to save on water? That's unfortunate. I'd rather not deal with anyone else's dirty sheets. Yours included, ace, and you seem best stocked on hygiene products."

 "No offense taken," Tim chuckled, putting the deck aside. "I seen what goes on in my bunk. I do my own laundry, my shorts are my business, and anything that close to my best bits, I don't entrust my crown jewels to just anyone. Breakfast isn't a bad gig if you're an early riser. I've made Tim Toast Tuesdays a staple."

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Mi Galley es Su Galley Part 6
Lunar Veil | Galley
Summary
Kinneas finally comes out of his room, shares a drink and a game of tall card with Tim.

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"Toast? Éryǐ? (That's it?)" Kinneas chuckled, his brows knit as he attempted to focus to see who had signed up for what. Trash was a free pass, but he had to figure out when this list went up for next time - if there was a next time. "Still, more than I know how to do." Recalling he had a glass in his hand, he went on his way to the sink again. "That's one of those things everyone will regret if I get assigned to."

"Bread, toaster, press a button, pretty genius if you ask me," Tim said with a chuckle. "Besides, this is a Firefly. Open a can, heat, serve. Meals Ready to Eat, Protein paste, there's not much you can do to make 'em taste worse. That's why you'll see the first thing we do when we paid dockside? You go out and eat like a king."

"Ah, that I can do." Kinneas said, not exactly enthused. His previous life included a chef on his father's boat where he'd always eaten like a king and he'd heard tales of Fireflys that were inexplicably well stocked with an abundance of rare treats. Not that he was hopeful for this one. The last twenty-four hours had taught him not to bother. "But, I warned you - I burn most things I've tried, and there's been attempts at ready-made. Usually, stick to protein powder after burning that paste… it was quite possibly the worst fucking thing I smelled in my life."

"Easier to drink in the cockpit," Tim said agreeably. "We make do. That's why the apples are all gone.."

"You know, you have to be the most agreeable guy I've ever met." Kinneas laughed as he sat the washed glass alongside the cup and plate from earlier. "This ship has some interesting Qi going on, that's for damn sure."

"I'm much more contrary once you get to know me," Tim replied with a grin as he stood up to stretch his back. "Plenty of people on the boat happy to oblige if you're looking for a fight, but If you're looking for a drink, I'm usually in the cockpit. I'll see what I can dig up by way of some comforts of home and have pigtails drop 'em off."

"That actually doesn't sound half bad." Kinneas mused as he returned to the damnedable chore list only to give it the side eye before leaning back against the wall. "Don't think I'm ready to be a cougar's kept wánjù (toy) just yet… so maybe I can stick around some."


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* Appearance:
* Age: 16
* Personality: Korie is an interesting individual, coming off as a kind person and putting everyone before them. They're someone who follows orders without question but at the same time only if it is what they believe to be best for humanity. Telling lies is something that they would do if it means to protect and keep people safe, and if Korie would have to kill the few to save the many then they would do so. In the field of battle, Korie is calm and collected, keeping a level head even through the toughest of situations… but sometimes, sometimes they question if they truly are fighting for all these other people, or if deep down they are just wanting to fight for themselves.
* Motive to live: To be honest, Korie doesn't have much of a reason except for the orders given to them. They just want to live and survive and see the next day… to see the sun and breathe the air again. To have a chance to continue dreaming.
* Background: Korie comes from mother Earth, and raised from birth to be a soldier by parents who aimed to create a child who would be 'perfect'. Korie was their prize, something to be cherished and taken care of. Homeschooled and given regularly tests on a daily basis, this was their child's life for years. To Korie, however, life was incomplete; everyday was another unhappy lecture or rudimentary test… the same old, same old… everything was the same. Until Korie's mother was killed in a lab explosion. After the incident, Korie's father began to perform even more tests on his own as he abandoned his child to the military. Years passed and Korie was taken into the Framewerk units.
* Notable Deaths: Korie's Mother… Not much is known about their father or even if they are still alive or not.
* Other things: Prefers to keep gender hidden. Good luck getting to know them.

* Framewerk Code Name: Aester
* Appearance:
* Signature Weapon System: Aester's weapon is its ability to cause enormous vibrations throughout its body and focus it towards a single focus point to cause severe damage by using the pendulums that are hidden in its arms, shoulders, chest, and legs. While the limbs are well armored as a result, the joints are not, allowing flexible maneuverability for Aesther; a Jack-of-trades of sort.
* Secondary Weapon System: Aesther has retractable stakes underneath its arms and legs that allow it to pierce and stick to large foes, or to hold its ground if it needs to unleash a large shockwave to collapse the nearby surroundings (for example a canyon pass) , or if it just needs an immediate weapon.
* Flight-Capability/Thrusters: Korie's Framewerk has built-in thrusters that are fairly normal and capable of decent flight and space travel if necessary, but for the most part it maneuvers like a normal Framewerk.
* Special Ability: Blank.

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Sigma's annoyance reached critical levels. First, one of the framewerks had latched on her feet, and then the other had escaped Korie's trap. Nothing is going ever as planned. Takeo and Korie, they had decided to lend a hand, and yet it all was for naught. As she saw the speeding Пожертвовать came towards her like a deer in a railroad, she knew she was a goner. There was no way she could divert that hit, in no small part due to the dogpile she was part of.

Still. There were things she could do. Mustering all hatred, all vindictiviness she quickly moved the barrel of the gun. Only one way to stop this guy. She then gritted her teeth forming a predatorial smile and pushed the fire button.Cockpit breach. Pilot death. Framewerk neutralized. was all that she could think as she aimed at the vital area, hoping that maybe Lorenzo's safeguards could prevent that.

And then everything went black. Did I fail? Lorenzo's voice was heard. And then Sigma realized that at the very last second, neither Zan nor she had done anything. Lorenzo had shut down the whole exercise down.

You...big...asshole. I hope the moon drops on top of you. Sigma sighed as she facepalmed, relieving all tension of a sudden. She shuffled in her cockpit, and she went out to breathe deep. Takeo had already exited his frame too, and He was waving at her. Politely, she waved back at him, but her expression didn't change. Too many things remained unsolved...yet. She calmly awaited the chopper besides her frame.

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Perry leaped forward, successfully latching on to Sigma's mech, only to be swiftly pushed over by the other; Takeo's. The big, bulky one. The pilot proceeded to threaten Ant and Perry, posing his massive sword above him in preparation of a strike. Ant chuckled in his cockpit. Does he really think such a clunky thing like his could make contact?, Ant thought.

Perry, while still grappling Sigma Comet by the legs, rolled around the machine until he was pivoted between her machine and Ant's potential assailant; preventing a strike from him without compromising Sigma. Expecting Aester's further annihilation of the arena, everything halted to a rather sudden, unsatisfying end, including Ant's noise rock. It seemed the crazed scientist didn't have as great a sense of spectacle as he let on, notifying everyone unceremoniously that they all 'failed.' Ant snickered, rising from his cockpit to casually exit. Yeah, okay buddy. Like this wasn't a colossal failure of both everyone's time and energy. We are completely doomed.

Ant arose from Perry's head. From his ground level, he was afforded a much greater perspective of the carnage that they all created. The two other framewerks towered above him, but it was only now that Perry noted what was pursuing behind him... it looked like an abomination of pure destruction. Ant was actually starting to feel quite relieved that it ended when it did. At the very least, he got to end on a somewhat high note, just before he would literally have been turned into minced meat. And he was especially pleased to have created his own mass of destruction, earlier, the prideful memory of fireworks crisp in his mind.

Hearing helicopters, Ant took it upon himself to rush over to Matsuda's mech, the guy referring to such as the 'Iron Sparrow.' Ant proceeded to climb it. Despite its size, he took the challenge with surprising speed, coming from such a lanky kid, finding just the right nooks and crannies to shimmy himself up. Not before long, Ant was standing on the mech's shoulder. He shouted to the pilot to garner his attention, then pointed to his sword. "You think this thing is big enough?"

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With a sigh at the hearing of failure, Korie just plopped into their seat and stared blankly into the darkness of their cockpit. Why did they bother helping the other two, when it was clear from the start that this was a free for all bout? Why didn't they just pull down Antwon and Perry, leave them to fight Sigma and Comet, Takeo and Sparrow... why did they decide to stay behind and fight? Not only that, but they got themselves stuck between Zan and their own Framewerk. Korie hadn't expected such a normal looking thing to become such a threat. Was that why the XO called off the battle, was it because Zan's Framewerk would have killed them all given the chance?

Korie paused a bit, because sighing again.

No, the professor isn't that kind. "I still remember first meeting him, and he practically called me a living battery, before treating the Framewerk like it was his own child," Korie muttered to themselves in the dark as they slowly crawled out of their Framewerk.

He must have gotten all that he wanted from this, or else Lorenzo probably would have allowed us to kill each other... or perhaps he just didn't want a bunch of kids to further damage his precious Framewerks.

Looking up, Korie stared at the choppers as the slowly descended to pick up not only them, but the other pilots as well.

"I really dislike that man..."

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"Alright you failures~!" spoke Lorenzo as he thoroughly enjoyed an expensively made sundae that many would kill for, "Considering no one won, I decided to declare myself the winner and help myself to this delicious sundae that was meant for the winner... oh, and the all day pass to the relaxation room~! So, while I enjoy myself, you all will be learning why you all failed today," he grinned as he took a scoop of ice cream and promptly ate it with delight, snickering like a devilish serpent.

After being picked up by the helicopters you were all escorted to a private briefing room, where Lorenzo was comfortably rolling around in a chair eating a rather large sundae. Compared to the synthetic stuff you have been eating, a sundae would be pretty nice right about now...

"Elora!" shouted Lorenzo suddenly, "You failed horribly for running from your enemy! While you did do good in teaming up, abandoning allies and then crying... and then taking the fetal position in one's cockpit as someone shoots you is a disgrace!" grinned Lorenzo as he pointed his spoon towards Elora. "Shame on thee~! However, I will give you points for charging straight towards someone while you yourself are not suited for combat and lasting as well as you did... along with being cooperative, though you are still far too passive."

"Utano! You were equally shameful... you practically stood there doing nothing, although, if you count shooting someone in the fetal position as something... then well, that's something. To be honest, I'm not too sure why someone like you is even here," he spoke, almost bored as he waved his spoon towards her. "Might as well throw yourself to the Cruxi and let them have your way with you... I can always find a replacement for your Framewerk."

"Sarah! You purposely started fighting without me starting and dragged your team with you, disqualifying yourself not only from the rest of the match but from Squad Leader... an idiot is what you are. If you want to kill yourself so badly," Lorenzo nodded towards the battlefield outside, "feel free to take a walk in that direction. You'll never be heard from again. Disobeying orders and letting your emotions get the best of you is a surefire way of being the first to die."

"Matsuda! You're too easy to give in to your emotions and you don't pay attention to your surroundings... If you would have ditched Sigma in the crater your Framewerk would have taken less damage and you might have been able to take on Zan after abandoning the weaker link to their inevitable fate. Sure, your Framewerk is unique in being able to repair, but it takes time... time you could have used to repair yourself."

Eating more of his sundae, Lorenzo pointed his spoon towards Ian. "Ian! While I am impressed how you can handled yourself in a Framewerk, you're too stupid and emotional... sorry, but it's true. Knowing when to fight your battles is a number one thing that all soldiers should know... and you fought a hilariously losing battle despite taking one with you. Also, making enemies that early on with comrades who wanted to take you down is always a dreadful sign of you needing to improve something my boy. Not only that, but the way you acted in the bathroom before the mock battle was quite cute," grinned Lorenzo as he waved his spoon, "seems Mr. Casanova is more of a Princess when he's alone."

"Speaking of emotional... Antwon, your display of controlling yourself was pathetic. Not my taste of music, but doing such actions on the battlefield would draw Cruxi everywhere, endangering everyone. Not only did you ignore covering your weaknesses, but you allowed a sneak attack. The traps were clever, however, the fact you didn't place any underground led to your downfall. Heh, clever pun if I do say so myself. Anyway, choosing to ignore Korie and going instead for Sigma and Matsuda costed you points, mainly because Korie at the time was a potentially bigger threat with that earthquake of theirs. They were moments away from collapsing the entire place, and yet you ignored them for whatever it is you were doing... I don't know, I lost interest to be honest. Might want to keep me interested next time, Antwon."

"Zanny! You performed excellently and exactly as I expected... and sadly, I'm disappointed because you did just that; perform exactly as I expected. You follow the rules without thinking... it's like I'm talking to a doll honestly. You failed because you did everything by the book, you didn't do anything differently from what I'd expect you to do. Think for once," muttered Lorenzo as he tapped his own forehead, "Sometimes it's better to be alive than it is to be a simple-minded machine, Zanny."

"Iskander! I don't really know what to say about you... you kind of did what I thought you'd do, although I did expect more out of you. I was looking forward to some more swordplay, but I guess that'll be for another day. Also, the fact that you stood there dumbfounded and didn't pursue a fleeing target also lost you a lot of points... especially someone who wasn't really meant for direct combat either."

"Korie! The fact that you performed a sneak attack upon Antwon was excellent... but the fact that you didn't abandon the weaker links when Zan showed himself and instead decided to 'sacrifice' yourself was beyond my comprehension. When fighting the Cruxi, the strong don't sacrifice themselves for the weak, it is the weak who sacrifice themselves for the strong... remember that. You lost a lot of points for that, although it was amusing."

"Finally, Sigma! Excellent job recruiting teammates and last as long as you did as a sniper, however you are terrible at keeping your team in check, considering one of them acted without permission and the other went off and abandoned you. Every plan you probably thought out or had, quite literally blew up in your face," laughed Lorenzo as he recalled the traps. "Your Framewerk in the end was a complete wreck, and at times you were at the mercy of your enemy, to be honest, you were quite a disgrace out there... yet, somehow, you were able to survive as long as you did. Despite that, you still failed because the situation since the very beginning was impossible for you to succeed."

Finishing his sundae and placing the empty bowl on the table behind him, Lorenzo crossed his legs and closed his eyes with a very serious expression as silence filled the room. He was harsh and everyone knew it. However, everything he said was true... and he wanted it to sink in and let everyone think for a bit on their flaws for a little bit. Sure, they may be kids... but they are also gifted kids, and perhaps to them this is some sort of game, but not to him. To him this is something far serious and he doesn't care how far he has to go to make these kids understand how grave the situation is.

After a long silence, Lorenzo stood up, with his signature grin returning on his face as he spoke.

"Now... does anyone have any questions before I announce who the squad leader will be?"


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Whooops forgot to transfer these two over. It's been a long week. ^ ^'
Nicknames/Aliases: Di, Tigger, Pothead

Age: 16

Gender: Female

Primary: Terramancy

Student

Secondaries of Interest: Tracking, toxin production.

Description: Dinah is a little on the tall side (albeit nowhere near as much as a Norrevinter) and built like someone not unused to exercize. She has long, unkempt-looking light brown hair. 'Rat's Nest' might be a term used by some. She doesn't brush it quite as often as she should, and it quite often contains the odd leaf or twig. She has brown eyes and a rather laissez-faire attitude towards fashion, if the faded appearance of many of her outfits is to be taken into account. Most of her appearance reflects her rather laid-back (perhaps too laid-back) attitude to life.

Skills:
Bonded with Nature Dinah's upbringing has lacked much supervision, but her rather wild background has given her a very keen sense of the flora and fauna aspects of her primary. Spending time out in the woods with just plants and animals has done wonders for her abilities.

Survival Related to this, Dinah is pretty self-sufficient,she can survive well on her own, and is perhaps rather more worldly than many of the students.

Weaknesses:
- Slacker A tearaway with little sense of discipline, Dinah is a slacker with little drive or direction, and doesn't tend to apply herself in academic studies, meaning her chances of developing secondaries are rather unlikely.

Personality:
Dinah Fox is a person who has nearly always lived by her own rules.

Di is not a person to keep how she feels about anything to herself. She is outwardly affectionate to people she likes..to the point that a personal bubble doesn't seem to exist where she'd concerned. If she likes a person she'll flying tackle them and hug them to death as a greeting if she wants to. At the same time if she dislikes a person, she will not in the slightest bit hesitate about showing them the extent of that.

Possibly in a similar vein, Di could be seen as being rather...feral. She always has been that way.
She doesn't wear makeup. She was once persuaded to try wearing nail polish and ended up scraping it off with her teeth because she thought it made her nails feel odd. She had no concept of manners or formality. She eats pretty much everything with her hands...unless it's soup, then she'll just lift it up and drink it right out of the bowl. She is perfectly happy to break school rules for her own interests.

Despite this behaviour, something that can often cause a bit of friction, Di has an innate sense of compassion. Seeing others suffer disturbs her enormously and she cannot stand unnecessary cruelty or sadistic behaviour.

Brief History:
Dinah's own history is relatively uneventful. She and her older brother, Cyrus, spent most of their childhood being passed around peripheral relatives in their extended family, rarely staying very long.

What is far more notable about her is the history of her family.

The Fox family, once the council seat of Terrmancy, are fairly infamous among others for having supported the new world cult during the civil war. Both terramancers, her mother and father, Matthew and Morgana Fox, were key players in some of the frontline assaults during the war, until their detainment. This fracture lost the wider family their say in political council, the removal of the Fox crest from many official archives. The extended branches of the family have, in the fourteen years since the war, remained on the periphery of the magical world, having little contact with others from that community.

As such, Dinah grew up rather aware that she had few expectations of success. Divorced from the terrible war years, but well aware of the reputation they'd gained as a family, she developed a general feeling of apathy towards the jostling and machinations of the magical bloodlines. This was to the point that she was in two minds about whether she wished to attend at all. However, after falling out with her current set of guardians after a certain incident involving crashing her brother's car, she came to the decision that it was in her best interests to attend for a while.

Helena

Full Name: Helena Alys Kingsley

Nicknames/Aliases: Hel

Age: 16

Gender: Female

Primary: Defensive

Student

Secondaries of Interest Blood Magic

Description: Helena is not a terrible imposing creature, topping out at out an unintimidating 5'2. Her build is slim, with light curves on the hips and chest rather than any defined muscle and her face is heart-shaped and girlish, with a set of wide, blue-grey eyes.She has a mop of untidy, red hair, which falls for her lower back. She has very pale skin that is quite prone to burning.

People often pick Helena out on her somewhat..idiosyncratic sense of fashion. Her outfit tends to frequently consist of skirt, leggings, sheepskin boots, and some of the most hideous sweaters known to mankind, hewn in rainbow colours and emblazoned with animal designs. All are at least two sizes too big. Seeing what abomination she will wear is quickly becoming a bit of a morbid curiosity among students.

Personality: Helena is a bit of a socially unadept young woman. She is painfully shy and awkward around people, mainly due to an acute awareness of how people view her. This tendency to assume others think the worst of her often makes her seem rather aloof. Getting past the initial strangeness of the young woman, she is a pleasant, highly intelligent individual. She appreciates the friendship of others, even if it's not always openly visible, and is very dedicated to those that she is close to.

She tends to let her mind wander frequently, and doesn't often commit to things, her actions and her appearance often making people assume that she is rather weak-willed, but, her outward delicacy hides a fire or great proportions. She pursues things with a dogged determination that can be quite impressive.

Helena is not too easily moved into fighting. She tends to put up with a great deal before losing her temper. That being said, when pushed too far, Hel's temper is completely explosive in its short bursts.

Skills: Helena appears to have some low level of inherent negation, however by magical bloodline standards she is quite underpowered.

Aside form that she is a fairly talented artist and painter, though it has little practical application.

For her size, she can be impressively strong.

Weaknesses: Helena seems to have quite a weak magical ability.

On top of this she seems prone to rather peculiar behaviour, often spacing out in the middle of tasks.

Brief History: Helena's family, the Kingsleys, are an old, relatively well-known magical family, coming out of Wiltshire, Southern England. The family was held in high regard for many years, however suffered a considerable lapse in its reputation after the civil war, when rumours began to spread of their tacit support of the portal cult. Investigations were launched into their possible involvement with the enemy force, but nothing was ever proved. The Kingsleys retain their wealth and status, however the mounting pressure drove them to willingly give up their council seat in order to preserve any kind of amicable relations with some of the major players in the magical world.

Helena is the daughter of Aeryn Kingsley, the current family head, however it is also clear that the girl was born some time before the woman married to her existing husband, and her primary being utterly different from either supposed parents, has suggested that the man was not her father. This led to Helena being something of an embarrassment at formal events. This, combined with the general magical tendency to educate their children at home, and her parents' constant travels in their frantic attempts to repair their familial reputation, meant that Helena frequently found herself with lots of time on her hands. She read, drew, and watched a lot of cartoons to pass time, and spent little time with people of her own age.

As such, the prospect of a school that accepted those such as herself was highly appealing to the girl...however she quickly found this life fraught with complications.

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Orientation time.

Something that Britney was looking very forward to, but she was thrown off by the fact she couldn't tell the so called "Professor of Pyromancery and Magical Theory"'s gender. Amazing. Well, the magical community was the real freak of society, so a crossdresser was probably the least weird thing this school had to offer. God, she was annoyed she was so disconnected from the other families she had nary a clue who anyone here was!

But, on the other hand, she (as Britney was going with for now) really didn't tell them anything useful. 'I'm the professor,' was literally the only thing that Britney didn't know! The second the speech was done, Britney merely turned her head, and couldn't care less about Madison. And she definitely was not going to stick around and clean. What was this school so poor that it couldn't afford janitors?

So, she had all the time in the world to focus on her meal... and her little friend across from her. Oooooh, Britney knew Courtney was smart enough to take a hint. That was probably why she relented, and is choosing her words very carefully. Britney smiled. She appreciated someone who knew their place.

She asked about Britney.

That made the pride of the Williams smile. "'Pretty girl?' What, girl? Is this a date?" She chuckled at her own joke, as she thought about what to talk about. Well, she's six feet tall, does ballet, and came from outliers in the magical community. Where to even start?

"But, really, you want to know about me? There's so much to know, where do I even start?" Britney asked, running a hand through her hair. "Well, for starters, I'm here because I want to learn about my magical ability... on behalf of my family." She nodded her head.

"... Aaaaaand I have no idea who half the people here even are," Britney laughed. "Let's just say me and my family didn't mingle that well with the other ones."

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"I see, so you must be pretty new to terramancy, or magic in general?" She guessed that was the case. But she couldn't help but feel her heart rise a bit when the Williams girl mentioned that she didn't know most of the people here.

So this girl needed information? Well then, that might just be enough to get this girl on her side. "Your family must be very isolated from the magic community. Well, dear, you're lucky to have me. I can give you some quick info on quite a few people here."

She turned to notice the boy near to them and turned back to Britney. "The guy sitting a little ways from us is a Schipper. My mother defended his brother in court," she whispered so he couldn't hear. Then she pointed across over to Kora and Larke. "The tall girl is a Norrevinter and the guy is a Sterling. Their families don't exactly get along..." She then glanced at the guy that they were with earlier,"I have no idea about the little guy that was with us earlier, he's just a nobody in general I guess...Though it still annoys me." She admitted and then looked around the room and pointed to a girl with a smaller figure and long black hair. "And that's--Oh my goodness that's Dawn Memoli!" She stood up. "Please excuse me sweetheart."

She practically glided toward Dawn and hugged her from behind. "Dawn! Oh my god! It's been so long!"
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Initially, when she'd received the letter, she'd made a point of ignoring it. She'd leave being at the beck and call of the council to people who were still interested in that tedious runaround that was mage politics. The envelope remained stuffed into a seldom-used pocket of her backpack for several weeks until the thought of it returned and her mind started to change.

Maybe they were hoping she wouldn't show up.

Maybe if she did turn up it would piss people off.

And it did beat her current plans of couch-hopping after her recent falling-out.

So that was how the rather scruffy-looking young woman, in a denim jacket, shorts, and a faded T-shirt, approached Marchand Academy.

Dinah Jael Fox. Second-born of Matthew and Morgana Fox. She strolled along the side of the driveway, half-watching some of the cars that pulled away. She could see for a moment from her vantage point, a somewhat familiar face. Spire Schippers, driving past without a care in the world, whilst Erik Norrevinter seemed to be doing his best to talk his wife out of making the car's engine burst into flames.

Nope. She wasn't touching any of that.

Dinah picked her pace up and hopped across the road in order to avoid running into that shitstorm, and made her way to the steps with fairly little incident.

She was late. Entrance hall was already clear of new students.
Did she care too much? Not especially.
She even took a degree of amusement watching the expression of the receptionist falter and the smile became more strained as the name went down on the sign in sheet.

F-O-X.

Dinah offered a lopsided smirk in response.
Yeah, you weren't getting away that easily Marchand.

With the paperwork out of the way she set off upstairs. Her shoes, a pair of battered-looking hiking boots, left some grubby scuffs on the floor. This place was pretty fancy. Council was clearly doing pretty alright for herself.

She didn't hurry too much to get up to the common room. By the time she did, the orientation appeared to have already started.
Also it appeared that the resident Norrevinter and Sterling were fighting, but that was pretty much on the level of water being wet and the pope being catholic.

Pretty much everyone looked about five social classes better off than her, but again, not really a surprise.

 She could see Toby Schippers, the cousin, not too far away, but neglected to approach as he seemed to be occupied. Plenty of the usual suspects, usual faces, usual bullshit.

On the bright side, free food and somewhere to sleep that wasn't someone's couch, so she was pretty sure who was winning. With a general disregard for the mess, DInah decided the creepy dude with the ponytail had the right idea and hopped on over to the wreckage of the food table, where she started stuffing several handfuls of dry cereal into her mouth like some kind of socially irresponsible hamster.


[System]
Age: 31

Gender: Male

Species: Human

World of Origin: Earth

Are you a member of TRIDENT? If so, what is your job/specialty?
Yup, a member of the Information hunting and covert reconnaissance division

Appearance: Standing at 5ft 9in Charles is about the average height for someone his age though with slightly better built physique from his morning jogs, but of course there will forever be a bit of a belly filled with custard creams. Eye sparkle a dazzeling green and his hair is an almost shocking red colour.
A big fan of jewellery and accessories you'll be hard pressed to find any time that he isn't wearing at least a wristwatch, a couple of wrist bands from various bands and franchises (Doctor Who being his favourite), a ring on the right hand and even a key pendant too. But of course for more formal occasions he's willing to go to just the wristwatch.
Clothing varies depending on the job but when relaxing oddly enough he prefers loose and baggy clothing.

Abilities and skills: Aside from the general "independent adult" skill (such as cooking, cleaning, filling out tax forms) Charles is also an excellent party host.
Charles has a very weak but surprisingly useful form of magic. With a quick twirl of the hand Charles can teleport nearby items into his palm, but of course these can only be small things like coins, keys and USB sticks.

Strengths and Weaknesses:
+ A charismatic man who could talk until the cows came home
- He would talk even after the cows got fed up and walked away again
+ He's surprisingly good at shifting a person's attention to something else and staying out of sight.
- He's not a big computer person aside from just general use so some computing terms will completely go over his head. Use small words.
+ Multi-lingual
- Poor café workers in Germany being spoken to in first in Japanese and then Dutch

Equipment Requests: The general things like phone and wallet, as well as a few things like the standard issue pistol and a small laptop but the latter are normally stored away in a bag of some sort or at his residence at the time.

History: For the most part Charles had a fairly standard childhood in Central of London. Although as a child his parents were always at a loss as to explain how he was able to grab hold of keys and coins which had been placed out of his reach on the higher shelves.
School was school and he neither did bad nor that good at his subjects, just a little bit better academically than average. But of course he was very popular with his little magic and card tricks, although on many occasions his teachers would confiscate his deck of cards to put an end to the constant noise of them being shuffled and flipped. So it came as no surprise to find him on the streets at weekends performing to the many tourists that would flood the streets of London
About two years after finishing full time education his friends and family were startled and shocked to discover that he had applied to an agent, or Covert Human Intelligence Source, for MI5 and while the organisation won't actually say he was 'Accepted' as such people aren't actually staff nor is there any actually formal application process, it was safe to say he got the job.
And so began Charles's new life of touring the globe, sneaking into very dangerous places ranging from war torn bunkers to that very nice office building in New York. It often during these 'missions' that his magical skill became very useful and often pushed to and beyond its limits (it quickly became apparent to Charles that he could not magically make that USB stick with sensitive information stuck at the back of a computer on the top floor appear in his hands as he exited the building on the bottom floor).
Of course such things never really go unnoticed, especially with today's technology. And even if you were able to scramble the Security footage enough to stop others from noticing someone's bound to be able to. But still it came as a surprise when members of TRIDENT appeared offering him a job.

Personality: Over the top this man couldn't be anymore loud and brash unless he literally exploded into confetti but on the other hand he can be extremely sneaky being able to slip past even the most watchful gazes. Of course he does tend to get side tracked at times, especially if he's bored, with a need to always be doing something and always on the move.
As such it's not uncommon for him to start proclaiming about his many big plans or goals, not that he'll really be able to get around to fulfilling most of them as they tend to conflict with each other. But at times he can be a bit over ambitious and if not caught soon he may try to follow through with those ambitions which has led to numerous failed attempts, mostly at over complicated recipes, but such things rarely keep him down for long.

Name: 53 – AN – 0N "Shanon"

Age: Approx. 5 years

Gender: Female

Species: Monster

World of Origin: An Earth similar to our own but small towns and villages are almost unheard of with the majority of the population living in cities of gigantic proportions and heavily armed against the terrors in the dark nights.

In this world Monsters are very real and they come in all shapes, sizes, colours, textures, and everything else. Oddly enough they are not born but simply appear without any scientific explanation. Old stories though talk about the importance of resolving one's issues and feelings lest those malicious thoughts take form and cause great harm to everyone nearby.

Appearance: A huge beast standing around 7 ft tall on her hind lends however spends most on the time on all six, front four similar to hands with claws like fingers and the back two like an animals hind legs. Maroon fur covers her body except for a soft pink underbelly. While one eye socket is stitched closed, two eyes sit in the left in addition to another two eyes belonging to the snake tongue she possesses. Two large horns spiral from her skull and a green mane extends down to her hips, a tail then extends for about a meter ending with a sickle shaped bone. Her body is dotted in gashes crudely sewed together.

Abilities and skills: Shanons ability to track a scent is unmatched not just by smelling ability but by being able to taste the scent of prey on the air as well. Shanon possess extra-ordinary strength with her limit being around the same weight as a tank. Her venom causes a victim muscles to seize up within half an hour of entering the blood stream.

Strengths and Weaknesses:
+ Doesn't need to eat, though the occasional snack is appreciated even if disposing of it later is a hassle
- Unaffected by most poisons as she has no heart or blood vessels.
+ Doesn't bleed
- Can't heal and any injuries sustained will need to be stitched up
+ She isn't easily intimidated, though Humans will always make her uneasy
- not the brightest of the bunch

Equipment Requests: A pocket sewing kit.

History: As with every monster Shanon wasn't born, but simply began one fog drenched night down an alley way where horrible things had happened. A number of hours were spent roaming through the streets figuring out how her body worked; how her joints moved, how her spine could twist, how her senses picked out her prey walking alone at night. As a Monster she was made of the malicious and cruel thoughts of Humans, however that didn't mean that she herself was entirely cruel.

Then They appeared: The Containment and Examination of Monsters company (C.E.M). Shanon was no match for the Agents who possessed equipment specifically designed to deal with Monsters and she was quickly captured. Her world then became one of a small white room and of scalpels and needles as the Agents sought to figure out how she worked.

One day something went wrong; another monster was able to escape its cell and the C.E.M facility fell into chaos. Shanon, along with many other Monsters fled from the facility, making sure to remove a number of Agents from the world on the way out. She, like many others, fled very far from the facility and didn't dare to stop running until a day had passed by which point she had stumbled, almost collapsed with exhaustion, into a forest rarely seen by humans.

Here Shanon met another Monster who had taken the name Darcy, and had prompted Shanon to take a name herself. Here the pair lived together in relative peace only occasionally disturbed by wondering Humans or the rare Agent seeking them out.

Personality: Very protective of those she calls 'friend' Shanon will selflessly place herself in harm's way without a second thought. Shanon tries to be kind and wants to learn and experience as much of the world that she can before she ends, as such given half the chance Shanon will relentlessly hound a person with questions about anything and everything. Of course such a strong sense of curiosity has landed her in a number of situations and a few close calls, but it has yet to discourage her from exploring.

However, Shanon holds a very 'black and white' view of the world and those around her; if she considers someone to be a threat to her or another's well-being she will express, and possibly follow through with, her desire to end them. Normally in such cases she will try to quickly end her opponent by sneaking up on them when their guard is down, but if the option is unavailable she has nothing against ripping them apart even if it means sacrificing herself.

[User]
Vata listened carefully to Twain's description of a "plane." He was fascinated by it, but Twain tried to make it sound so...normal. This was more like the sort of thing you would hear from the people investigating the ruins in the East. A metal thing that flies in the sky, capable of carrying not just several, but hundreds of people? Actually, wait. He had heard of this sort of thing before, but there was only one in existence, and it was much smaller than the sort of thing Twain was suggesting. It didn't sound anywhere near as comfortable either, and he hadn't heard many good things about the woman that owned it.

Vata noticed that he had been lost in thought, again. He seemed to have a bad habit of doing that, but when he wasn't in some sort of danger, it generally wasn't a bad thing. Sure, it could make some conversations a bit more awkward, but he had gotten some of his best ideas while not listening to someone. He noticed that there was someone unfamiliar in front of him, and tried to introduce himself while attempting to ignore what was in the now-heavy bag he was holding.

"Uh, hello. I don't think we've met. What's your name?"

[Assistant]
After he shook Twain's hand, XIII made his way towards one of the many fires around the room. He needed to warm up or he'd get sick. Not that the carnage of the room helped. XIII had trouble keeping his dinner down as he looked around the room.

When Twain spoke up, asking him and some stranger to go see what could be done with the body at the altar, XIII nodded but stayed in place. A few more minutes and he'd be warm enough to do something.

XIII had finally warmed up when more people started showing up. He made his way towards the group gathering around. When Twain mentioned Tiger, XIII frowned in thought. Who were these people? It was a question that he made vocal.

"Who are you guys, anyway?"

[User]
"Stubborn thing, ain't you?" John muttered, slitting his eyes at the dragon. He reviewed his count; around 16 shots left- call it 7 at current levels, since he'd been raising both the voltage and current with every shot.

At this point, John decided that it was fairly unlikely that he'd hit a stun or kill threshold even using all the power he had left in one shot- even if he could get the stunner to reach that threshold without burning it out halfway through the delivery. He stops walking and squares himself against the dragon, steadying his feet at a shoulder width apart, then reaches down into his supply of pills and pops back a tablet of chalky courage.

John could see better than most animals, even with one human eye weighing him down, and was certain he saw better than the dragon. Looking up at the beast on its perch he could see a spark of what could be called... well, maybe not intelligence, but certainly cunning. An animal too smart to be scared away by punishing lightning, but not logical enough to move on to easier prey when it was harmed... and it could tell it was him that was the source of the pain- he could see it in the way it looked directly at him.

This, of course, changed things; though not as much as it would have if John hadn't spent the last few minutes shooting the damn thing. Normally, this would be the time to crack out the first contact protocols... However, seeing as he had been shooting at it and probably pissing it right off, counting out prime numbers and drawing Pythagorean's theorem would probably not be the most helpful thing to do.

Therefore, John drew what he thought of was a healthy compromise, and shot it again. As the beast roared a long loud roar to follow up its three bursts of flame, lightning lashed out between the small weapon and the forked tongue of the creature, cutting its intimidating roar short with a pained yelp. Then, sure that he had gotten the creature's full attention, John proceeded to do what in nature is the equivalent of giving a predator the middle finger- that is to say, he whipped out his 'self' and proceeded to piss in the dragon's direction. The stream, and John's steady glare lasted for about half a minute, and then he put his trousers back in place, turned smartly about, and began a brisk pace towards the castle. A brisk pace which soon evolved into a run.

[Assistant]
Shaking his hand Charles decided that he liked Twain; friendly, chipper and on the ball (mostly) with what looked like a very large mandible in hand. What such a large thing the mandible had been connected to Charles was slightly afraid to ask, at least at the current time.

With the conversation shifting its direction towards him Charles thought it to be a very good point to introduce himself to all the others.

"Pleasure to meet you all." He spoke after reclaiming his hand from Twain's shake, and then proceeded to shake the other hands offered. "Name's Charles. Charles Balderdash. As Twain, Sir? Commanding officer? Team leader? Shouty man?" He tested each name with a tilt of the head and a cheeky grin.

"Well, as he said I'm a new person on this whole situation. Just flying by when a dragon decided that we'd make a rather good snack but pretty much everyone got out alright. All limbs intact and what-not so no harm done."

In reply to this statement one member of TIGER near to the back of the group gave a bitter laugh. The rest simply rolled their eyes or got on with checking the equipment they'd managed to bring.

"Well anyway, nothing much we can do about it now." He said with a shrug. "Oh wait hold the phone, what about that other guy. eeerm whatshisname?" Charles proceeded to snap his fingers trying to recall the person's name. "Oh John! John, the guy who went off to fight the Dragon. Do you think he's alright?" He asked Zesiro, but then a moment later moved on from the topic with another shrug.

"Oh, he's probably fine. Anyway and you lovely people would be…?"

Charles directed the question at the others who he didn't recognise as being in the team files he'd been given. He'd have to take photos and write down names of them pretty soon as well as try to get a good idea of how they got here in the first place. Perhaps they were related to the situation at hand?