[System]
MPD:

Chester Jonas portrayed by @Enalais
Samantha Wiles portrayed by @Tackytaff

Para Protection Society

Robert Winters portrayed by @King Cosmos

Unaligned:

William Locke portrayed by @Sep
Tamara Jankowski portrayed by @Starlance
Adrian Romano as portrayed by @Lord of Evil
Owen Armstrong portrayed by @Heat
White Rabbit portrayed by @GingerBoi123
Holly Farstel portrayed by @Datadogie
Morrigan O'Connor portrayed by @GrizzTheMauler

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IMPORTANT NPCS

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None.

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[User]
DERELICT BUILDING // CITY SLUMS

William sat up gasping as if it was he was tasting air for the first time. His entire body burned, every movement ached as he sat up. The smell hit him and his face curled up in disgust, even that hurt. He raised his hands to his face, covering them in the dim light. His hands reaching his forehead he pushed them up higher, wincing as the pain of the bumps over his hands and scalp virtually caught fire due to the contact. All his hair was gone, turns out his body couldn't handle putting out that kind of power. He fell back against the ground, wincing in the pain. He was still tired, so very tired. He felt like had run two consecutive marathons while carrying five of himself on his back. He took in a breath, allowing his chest to rise and fall naturally. Ignoring the pain that encompassed his entire body. Then he sat back up, seeing the shadowy creature and the man that looked like some kind of noir-homeless man he turned his body to a more defensible position.

Lighting a fire in the palm of his hand, casting light throughout the room. Which was where he noticed that the clothes he was wearing was not in fact the prison jumpsuit he had been wearing prior to the escape attempt. "Who the hell are you guys? What am I doing here?"

[Assistant]
While Taylor's wariness towards this new parahuman had not diminished, its attention was immediately captured by William stirring just behind it. Taylor turned to the side, focusing most of its glowing eyes onto William, though it kept tabs on the other being with two of its smaller eyes. It was overjoyed to see him moving and conscious, even if he was still obviously weakened. Being conscious made his chances seem so much better. "William, you're awake!" Taylor exclaimed. They had not seen one another at any point before the escape, but Taylor's eerie, echoing voice was unmistakable, and unforgettable.

Taylor stepped forward, looming over William's makeshift bedding. "I should not have doubted you, your plan worked! You filled me with strength until I was overflowing; even Lorne's cages could not hold me. I brought you with me, brought you here. I was not going to leave you behind after what you did. You were so weak...I thought you might have given your life for me. But you live, and we are free. You...liberated me from my torture, released me to the city. I am free to live as I please, go where I please, consume as I please, and you are responsible for it all."

There was little about Taylor's form that could show the emotions it felt, but it still felt them strongly. It would have been in tears, were that possible for it any longer. However, that did not stop Taylor from leaning down to express its gratitude with an enthusiastic hug. Its body was certainly solid, and did feel solid to the touch, but it also was constantly moving, pulsating, and flowing like some sort of living liquid. It was also, at the moment, fairly hot to the touch. "Thank you." It added.

[User]
"You're in the back streets of Marlon, William." The Ratman told the man. "As for me, just call me the Ratman..."
He trailed off as the creature embraced William. He stood quietly, thinking about the facts he'd established so far. It had appeared to this being as well. It was not a coincidence, then, that the creature before him had broken free from the tower. The screen ghost appeared to be a being of significant power, judging by its ability to simply manifest an escape route out of the tower, but why had it done so? For what purpose?

The Ratman sighed quietly, and raised its voice to get the pair's attention.
"That ghost, as you put it. There won't be many in Marlon who don't know of it. Just a little while ago, it took over every screen in the city." He said to the being. "It only had one message. 'You are not alone'. What did it say to you?"

[Assistant]
The woman on the screen was a master of her craft, someone well trained in the art of public relations. Her voice was soothing and reassuring while her tone held just the right amount of professionalism and confidence to add weight to her message. Her appearance was the same, mixing the straight backed posture and uniform of someone with authority with the comforting smile of someone who was on your side and had your best interests at heart. It was a tough balancing act to show both warmth and strength at the same time, to show people you were strong enough to protect them without that same strength being intimidating, but Lorne's marketing and PR departments were good enough to make it work.

Show the public chaos and destruction, and then show them the calm and resilient face of Lorne who would stand against the chaos. Make sure to acknowledge the unfortunate accident but neglect to mention just whose tower it was that blew up. Paint Parahumans as deadly and dangerous, people who use their powers for evil, so that of course the Lorne Corporation they so unfairly blame for everything must be the good guys. And if you're not one of those evil, dangerous Parahumans then you must be on Lorne's side, right? Which means you'll visit one of their rehabilitation centres, right?

And if that didn't work then tell them they were all going to fucking die if they didn't.

"Well that's the biggest load of bullshit I've heard in years." Robert was well acquainted with Lorne's particular brand of bullshit, having been force-fed it by the shovel load when his factory was taken over by Lorne suits. They'd refined it somewhat over the decades but it still smelt the same, which made it all the more frustrating when people bought into it. At least now he knew what he and his followers would be doing this Saturday; that drop-in clinic was the perfect opportunity to disrupt Lorne's attempt to round up the cities Parahumans.

And every Parahuman they could keep out of Lorne's grasp was a victory in Robert's book; which, as it happened, was why he was here in the first place. The screen he was watching Lorne's announcement on was not the small monitor in the lounge of his headquarters, but a large public display meant to show advertisements or breaking news depending on which was more important at the time. A couple blocks down the street was a diner, mangled and deformed by some unknown phenomenon and since these days 'unknown phenomenon' meant 'Parahuman', Robert was interested.

The police were interested too, which was why he was standing two blocks away instead of somewhere he could get a closer look. Whatever had happened in that diner was bad enough that it left a bodycount, so the police and Lorne had an excuse to go all out in trying to apprehend them; a half dozen patrol cars and a couple of SWAT vans could be seen blocking the street from where he was, armed and armoured officers along with a number of those faceless mechs keeping a watchful eye on the crowds. Whoever this Parahuman was he was powerful and possibly unstable, which meant it was imperative that the PPS find them before the police did, or Lorne would make sure they disappeared forever.

Robert began walking towards the diner, risking being seen by the police or their drones so he could attempt to find some sort of clue as to where the Parahuman had gone to.

[User]
Darkspire sat on the edge of the building, looking out upon the city. It held an eerie beauty at night in this sector. The perfect scene for a story set in a post apocalypse era. She snorted as that's exactly what she had lived through. She had spent the better half of a decade studying the realm of theoretical science, and proving theories. The change didn't effect her as much anymore, leaving a quiet sadness about her. Darkspire, no, Morrigan herself, stood on a knife's edge. A delicate balance between her dual identities.

Morrigan O'Connor, up and coming Physicist working at one of the most prestigious Universities in the States. Married to a man who was well known in the Military circuits of the city. And at night, she became Darkspire, rogue parahuman who constantly tripped over Lorne's affairs. She had very few allies and hoped that at least tonight she'd come up with something.

A flicker brought her attention to the room and she entered, noting that there was another man inside. She eyed him cautiously and looked to see Taylor hugging William. "Good. You are awake." She nodded, settling herself on a levitated rock. "I have a few questions for the pair of you... As it seems that three of the four of us are among the highest ranked threats to Lorne." She spat out their name, scowling. "And I find myself in need of assistance and allies. If you haven't heard already, Lorne will be stepping up their attempts to... Correct their mistake."

[Assistant]
DERELICT BUILDING // CITY SLUMS

William flinched slightly as 'Taylor' hugged him. Wincing as the contact aggravated his burns, pulling back. "Okaaaay, you're not what I was expecting-" He eyed the creature up and down "-though to be honest I wasn't sure what I was expecting, red cape?" He laughed slightly before coughing, he raised his hand to his mouth to block the cough. On removing his hand he noticed blood on his hand, without showing that side of his hand to anyone in the room he lowered it again, wiping it on his clothes as it went down.

He looked at the new woman as she entered talking about allies and alliances, the Ratman asking about what information they knew, what was going on. William raised his hands, trying to push himself to his feet before he fell back down. Swearing as he did so.

"Look. I don't know what's going on here, but I've got a pretty full schedule and I'm not really looking at joining no revolution. I already lost everything, I'd rather not lose my life."

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PENTHOUSE SUITE // LORNE CORPORATE HEADQUARTERS // THE TOWER

"ARTEI. What happened?" The voice of Tiberius Lorne was low, but the anger in his voice was unmistakable. Had ARTEI been a human being it would have most likely flinched. The table below Tiberius lit up as the AI brought up various feeds from throughout the facility.

"All reports indicate that the subject three-one-four used his abilities to fuel subject zero-zero-four who then used the increase in power to break out of containment. From there zero-zero-four carried three-one-four through a direct path and out of the tower. Officers of the MPD responded to the call with Lorne Security Personnel however the subjects were already gone." A scowl crossed Tiberius' face as he watched the images of the subject carrying the naked man out of the facility, burning like a raging hot fire. At least he had an idea.

"Get these images down to broadcasting. Have them set up some fake burns on staff, splice someone else's face over subject three-one-four. Stage a hospital raid and have it air on the evening news. Almost everyone has this city has a cellphone, have them be our eyes and ears. An offer of fifty-thousand dollars for a tip that leads to the capture of this dangerous Parahuman who has taken a poor worker hostage after severely maiming him, when he was close to coming to a cure for its condition."

"Right away sir." There was a buzz at the door, Tiberius looked up. Then back down at the table. "Doctor H.Williamson for you sir."

Tiberius nodded. "Let him in, then sign off."

The table light faded, leaving it looking like a normal, albeit expensive and fancy, table. That said everyone in Lorne knew about ARTEI, it had been Tiberius' Lornes claim to fame within the company. A fully functional A.I, a stripped-down version of it was what the police mechs used. The Doctor walked in, a notepad in hand. He tucked it under his arm as he approached. Tiberius stood and offered his hand, after the formalities were done he signalled for him to take a seat. Hyde was one of Tiberius' most trusted scientists, at the forefront of the Parahuman Crisis and coupled with his wife truly some of his most trusted confidants. His trust for them only grew after what they had done together, and accomplished, after the tower exploded.

"Hyde, if you're here about number four then I'm afraid-" Hyde waved his hand, shrugging it off.

"I'm not, I trust the forces we have in play to track it down and return it to its holding cell. Though I'd stress its importance again, its ability to absorb energy could be vital in resolving this crisis and bringing it back under control."

Tiberius leaned back in his chair, hands clasped on his knees. "Then what are you here about?"

Hyde flipped his clipboard and slid it over to Tiberius. "I've done it, I've figured out a way to detect Parahumans. For now, it should require a very simple patch in the Police Mech targetting software, it won't be long-range but we'll be able to detect them within one hundred feet once the updates are installed. The catch is it'll only work when they're manifesting their abilities." He indicated for the clipboard, Tiberius gave it to him while Hyde flipped it to another page before handing it back. "For a while, we've been noticing weird energy readings around Parahumans when they use their abilities. This energy signature is almost identical, albeit smaller, than that of the Source. The good thing is, we've been able to isolate it from all the background radiation, radio-waves and everything else that goes on in a modern city."

Tiberius looked up. "Can we track then yet?"

Hyde rubbed his hand over his head. "Not quite. We know that Parahumans and the Source are somehow connected, though as of yet we've been unable to find out how. Everything we know about the laws of physics says that it isn't possible, and yet it somehow is. Even study of number one hasn't yielded a lot of results. Though Johnsons team is confident that they're close to a breakthrough in dampening powers with number three." Tiberius smiled as he handed back the clipboard.

"Have your wife prepare a news speech for the clinic on Saturday." He stood up and looked out of the window. "It's time to not just change this city, but to change the world."


[System]
"Hard work beats talent."
Nickname/Alias:
Hino

Gender:
Male

Age and date of birth:
15/December 20th

Age Appearance:
14-15

Sexuality:
Heterosexual

Parents:
Shusuke Hino (Father) & Sachi Hino (Mother)

Length and build:
Average height with teenage-like body; slim yet athletic. 5"8

Weight:
125 Lbs.

Favorite weather and season:
Fall-December; Cold Rain

Village:
Konohagakure

Birthplace:
Konohagakure

Organization:
Shinobi Forces

Clan/Bloodline:
Hino

Rank:
Genin

Chakra Nature:
Lightning

Appearance: Seichi has a regular size build and a height of 5"8. He has thick, black hair which hovers right above his shoulder and piercing blue eyes with an excited and energetic look to them. He also has a mischievous type face and smile which usually gives off the wrong impression to strangers. On his ears he has four piercings, two on top; two on the bottom ear lobe. He is also commonly seen with his signature face marking, a black line that extends from his eyes to ears.

He is commonly wearing his dark-blue jacket open with a fishnet shirt on the inside. He wears at his legs tight ninja joggers, one side taped in bandages, rolled up to above his ankles and black ninja slippers. He wears his headband tied to his right arm. On his arms he wears long black gauntlets that cover the back of his hand.

Personality:
Seichi in most cases is a cool-headed kid. He usually is in thought with himself and if ever in conversation he tends to keep things casual, vaguely expressing his thoughts or emotions. When in intense and/or heated situations he becomes a more exuberant type character. Usually in these cases he is louder and more obnoxious, in some descriptions may be seen as insane as tends to take risky actions. In either cases he's seen neither positive or negative and usually is a fence-sitter on issues.

With others he works hard to always be the peace-maker and only tells people what he feels they need to hear. His parents always taught him to be polite so he in many instances can come off as too easy-going and/or a pushover.

History:Seichi was raised in a basic child-like lifestyle but idolized mainly his father, Shusuke Hino. His father being the only ninja he ever knew and got to talk to regularly. Even at a young age, Seichi would beg his father to train him and even though they were basic routines he valued every minute of it. It was was until his father was unable to continue his Shinobi work due to his near-fatal injury while on an A-Rank Mission. His father, now being unable to do simple tasks, is what pushed Seichi to work even harder and become a Shonibi just like his father was once. As much as his Mother and Father insisted he not pursue something that big, his goal was still set. His drive and enthusiasm is what then led his father to spend most of his time crafting and studying weapons even though he had many handicaps.

"My arms still work! Come on now!" He would always say as he deflected Seichi's kunai attack while sitting. Seichi would later take that skill with him in his Academy days. In the Academy, Seichi was a regular non-standout student. He was not the best, but he was also not the worst. He mainly favored weapon training/classwork/tests and excelled in the area.

Upon finally becoming a Genin, his drive increased and his ambition to be like his father grew too.

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Weapons/Items:

Basic Ninja Supplies:
-Shuriken
-Kunai
-Smoke Bombs
-Explosive tags
-etc.

Two Tantos which Seichi favors to use in combat. They are light and easy to carry which give Seichi an advantage when it comes to speed and power. He mainly carries it on one side of his belt.

Skills/Abilities:
Bukijutsu/Shurikenjutsu-Very Good
Taijutsu-Good

Speed/Athleticism-Average
Ninjutsu-Average
Chakra control-Average
Stamina-Below Average

Other Jutsu-Bad
Strategy-Bad

Special traits:
Hino clan is born with moderate levels of chakra but when it battle forcefully use alot of it. Though this makes their jutsus stronger than normal it makes their battle stamina and endurance weaker.

Jutsu:
-All Academy Techniques
Lightning Release: Lightning Rod

Custom Jutsu:

Name of Technique:
Lightning release: Lightning Steel

Type of Jutsu:
Kenjutsu

Rank: C

Range:
Close Range

Nature Type:
Lightning

Handseals:
Dragon, Tiger, Serpant

Description:
Upon contact with any weapon, favorably his own. The metal becomes engulfed with lightning making it look like the metal is lightning itself in a solid form.

Weakness:
Most powerful jutsu in arsenal and only effectively useful once a day. Due to his low chakra levels it only last 3-5 minutes before the lightning disperses.

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Name of Technique:
Shuriken Shadow Dance Barrage

Type of Jutsu:
Shurikenjutsu

Rank: D

Range:
Long Range

Nature Type:
None

Handseals:
Serpant, Tiger

Description:
The technique starts Seichi throwing a barrage of Kunai and/or shuriken and depending on which projectiles are off target he is able to use his increased speed of the jutsu to recover the projectile and launch them back correctly. This is effective for fighting those with blind spots because it attacks from most angles.

Weakness:
Heavy Toll on body once complete and lasts until all remaining projectiles have stopped moving.

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Name of Technique:
Circuit Clones

Type of Jutsu:
Ninjutsu

Rank: D

Range:
Close

Nature Type:
Lightning

Handseals:
Rat, Dragon, Ram

Description:
Once handseals are done Seichi puts his hand down and creates an eletric current on the ground which then starts to emit clones from their paths. This is mainly a defensive move with about 10-15 clones

Weakness:
Clones cannot move or interact with anything. A simple touch causes them to disperse.

[User]
Seichi, realizing he was still standing up, sat down in a seat nearest to him. He slouched down slighty in his seat still trying to keep a good posture (his mom's lectures flashing through his mind). Seichi silently scanned the Genins making many mental notes in his head about the ones he has seen so far. His eyes shot up when what appeared to be his Sensei finally arrived. Seichi let out internal giggle at the sight of his Sensei. He had an obvious look of laziness but had an aura of confidence you could feel, Seichi found that funny for some reason. He was extra curious as to what he would teach a group so big and diverse.

Seichi listened to his Sensei go talk until a waitress came with a tray of Dango that was quickly subtracted with his Sensei's quick claim of three sticks. Seichi also unable to hold in his hunger grabbed two sticks and gulped down the two simultaneously. He left the sticks protruding from his mouth trying to savor the flavor.

Minutes later more people would arrive, a thin pale girl came who seemed to be familiar with another black haired girl. Seichi scanned the girl noticing her height and making note of it.

Another female had arrived, frail and had a much tanner skin color with dark blonde hair. Seichi smiled slightly just in case he was caught staring at her. He always did have a staring problem which many disliked.

A little later, another scarlet-haired boy had arrived. Seichi nodded back the boys previous acknowledgment.

"What a colorful bunch." Seichi said to himself.

[Assistant]
"Say, how've ya been Asu-chan, I haven't seen you in ages! Woah, look at all these guys you're sitting around with… Looks like you got yourself caught in your own harem, Asuka! Well, I guess that's to be expected coming from a girl like you, you know what I'm saying?" The arrival of the new girl involved quite an entrance and just like Toko, she knew Asuka well. Ironic how the disciplined, quiet and somewhat reserved girl was the centre of the party.

"H-harem...?" Toko blinked a few time and looked around. There was in fact several males there and not nearly as many females, that was an interesting twist. Toko was never one to lay any weight or even notice on a person's gender, but now that that the new girl, Kanon, pointed it out, he could clearly see the picture. Kanon was no new face but she was certainly a new acquaintance. "Uhm, hello, Kanon-San." The boy spoke softly, looking at her with a minimal smile. She was incredibly light hearted and it was rather refreshing, given the incredibly serious atmosphere of a ninja's life, however at times it was hard to follow her jokes.

Toko's circle of thoughts was cut short soon after another person entered the restaurant, Mao-Sensei. Seeing him immediately made the boy's heart drop into a pit in his stomach, eyeing the man who would now be his new teacher. Mao was incredibly different, someone who stuck out from the masses but only when he wanted to. His incredible skill spoke volumes all on its own and it was an honour to be trained by such an amazing ninja. Catching himself blushing with a set of hot cheeks, Toko quickly looked down and remained silent. "What's wrong with me...?" He shook his head slightly, turning his eyes to Mao-Sensei once more as the man continued to speak and ate the sweets. Toko himself had never been much of a fan when it came to sweets, a rather odd and uncommon norm for a boy his age.

Maybe it was just an idolised crush on someone he aspired to surpass one day, someone he truly looked up to, but either way it would cloud the boy's judgement and actions unless he was able to get it under control. "It...is a pleasure to meet you, Mao-Sensei..." He managed, his voice quiet as it usually was but sounded slightly uncertain as well.

[User]
Reiji Saikumo
Reiji gave a nod of acknowledgement as Asuka introduced herself and their other teammate, Taibushi. She seemed she was actively trying to be polite. Given the way the kunoichi held herself she wasn't too thrilled with his late arrival. He couldn't blame her when he'd been more than so. "It's a pleasure to meet you." Reiji smiled. "Likewise. And I promise, this isn't a habit of mine." Suddenly, more people started to show up. It seemed everyone else was as oblivious to this change of pace as he was, including Mao-sensei.

This was turning into a slightly dangerous situation. The more and more fellow shinobi that arrived the more and more rivals presented themselves. Reiji found himself looking forward to the coming days. One of the new arrivals seemed to be familiar with Asuka as well as some of the others to an extent. To be honest when he came to Konoha he didn't bother keeping track of the other students at the academy. He had a lot to keep his thoughts occupied to say the least. Asuka greeted him happily and with enthusiasm--a stark contrast to Reiji's reception--while he introduced himself. "And you as well Seichi-San, Reiji-San, I am happy to finally get the chance to engage in meaningful conversation with you. All of you probably know this already, especially after my good friend Asuka-San's greeting. My name is Toko Ling, the boy who couldn't manage even the simplest of jutsu." Reiji looked over Toko. The boy was small and hardly looked very powerful but considering his familiarity with Asuka he could guess they've trained together several times. After watching her, Toko would have to be quite agile to keep up with her speed. Not to mention... "Couldn't manage the simplest jutsu, huh? If that's the case then you must have some impressive skill to have made it through the academy~" A compliment tinged with Reiji's desire to see what kind of fight Toko could offer but a compliment nonetheless.

As the pattern followed through another new arrival appeared. This time a girl who entered with an abundance of energy and lack of personal space as she clung to the ever-frustrated looking Asuka. Reiji had to admit she was a breath of fresh air. The calm atmosphere was starting to make him restless. "Looks like you got yourself caught in your own harem, Asuka!" The brown haired girl seemed to be enjoying herself greatly as she teased Miss Koizumi. And really Reiji was too. In fact... "A harem? I wouldn't lend myself to such a thing, especially for a girl I've just met..." Placing his hands in his pockets Reiji turned away from the group, going along with the new girl's joke and playing the role of the cold and distant character type within the usual harem. "That's not to say I don't find her a little interesting." He said looking at Asuka from the corner of his eye and with a slight husk to his voice. Probably not the best idea considering he was probably already on the kunoichi's bad side by being late...Reiji just couldn't pass up a good teasing~

[Assistant]
"Whats a harem?" Seichi asked obliviously. He reached for two more sticks of Dango and added on to the collection of sticks that still stuck presently out of his mouth. Seichi knew he was not always the brightest and quickest when it came to scenarios like such but he was always one to ask questions. He tried to fit the context clues together but came up blank.

"Harem...its a jutsu right?"


[System]
Themes:* Aiden's Battle Theme
Nickname:The Raging Blizzard, The True Dragon Slayer

Age:19

Gender:Male

Guild: Wizards of Fiore

Rank: A-rank mage

Personality: Aiden is generally a calm, collected, and ever so slightly cold individual that is always ready to share what's on his mind with sarcastic comments and quick wit. He's sociable enough, though he rarely goes out of his way to introduce himself to most people and generally prefers his own company when something is bothering him. However, despite this calm exterior, the ice is thin in places and when it cracks, you get a taste of his other side, the on that became known as The Raging Blizzard. Aiden is very prideful when it comes to his abilities, and mocking them(whether you are doing it purposefully or not) is one of the ways to almost instantaneously set off his temper, leading to an enraged outburst and the offender being trapped in a block of ice.

History: The circumstances of Aiden's birth are strange and very unethical. The Cross family, once a highly respected and well regarded mage bloodline, had long since fallen from grace and renown. On the brink of winking out of existence as the guild wars broke out, the matriarch of the family, Freya Cross, decided to begin magical experimentation as part of a deal with a dark guild to give them stronger soldiers. Starting with the children currently in development in several of the families women, she began to implant them(and herself) with a species of symbiotic organisms that would attach themselves to the embryo of their children.

The result was of the 20 women who took part in the experiment, only 5 were able to give birth to healthy offspring. The rest were either miscarried or terminated as failure straight right on the spot. Aiden's group, known as the first generation of the Arondight Project, was an attempt to create a form of genetic super-soldiers with a high level of reliability, but of all of them, Aiden was the only who seemed to be with any added traits among the survivors. At age 7, when the others were able to somewhat manipulate their Symbiotes, it was decided that Aiden, while seeming promising at the beginning, was deemed to ultimately be a waste of a resources.

Aiden's family saw him as a failure, casting him out of the family home in the cold, unforgiving mountains that surrounded the estate. Aiden, a child of only 7 years at the time, druddged through the cold, trying his best to find some form of sanctuary. He would have died if he hadn't fallen down a hidden crevice in the mountain. It was a long fall, but he had a lot of nice soft rocks to slow his descent, his durable body allowing him to survive the numerous impacts. Barely conscious, the last thing that Aiden saw before he fainted was a giant Ice blue eye, and within it, his own face. He looked so much like his mother, and it filled him with such anger that even at such a young she he knew what he wanted more than anything else. "I'll kill her" he said, glaring into the giant eye with burning icy blue eyes of his own, "I don't care if it's the last thing I ever do, I swear that she'll die by my own hands" The anger did not leave him, nor did it warm his core with an emotional flame. Instead, he felt a dark chill creep through his veins, a need to wreak havoc and destruction. As he lost consciousness, he felt the monster inside him finally begin to stir. That night, something inside him had awoken, the beginning of his rise. . . and the catalyst of his fall.

When he awoke, he found himself in the middle of a shallow pool of freezing cold water, feeling better than he had ever been before. Getting up, he turned to see a large dragon, with horns and scales the that seemed to be made of solid ice. It was huge, filling up the enormous cavern with ease. The dragon, known as Chronos, told Aiden that he had saved the boy's life, and he expected the boy to repay the favor by seeing to it that the dragon died a noble death in battle, for he was old and fading quickly, not long for this world, at least as far as a dragon is concerned, and he wanted to go about in a blaze of glory and combat. And Aiden, happy to be of use to anybody and for the chance to become stronger, heartily agreed. And so it was that for 11 years he trained with Chronos, learning the Rare Ice dragon slayer magic from the ancient beast. When he turned 17, it was decided that the dragon had nothing else to teach him, and that it was time. The battle that raged was a fierce one, but in the end, Aiden won that hollow victory and laid his Master, and father, to rest.

After that, Aiden entered the real world, emerging as a powerful force nearing the end of the Great Guild war by taking out dark mages as he encountered them, seeking to stop their misdeeds. After the wars ended, he decided to join the Wizards of Fiore so he could put his talents to good use. A year into it, he returned to the tomb of his father to harvest some of his scales, fangs, and claws. Taking them back with him, he had them forged into powerful weapons and armor that he now uses to enhance his abilities, as well as a way to honor his mentor. From what he took, he created a Naginata from a claw, a suit light-armor that has plates of dragon scales over vital areas, and two spears made from the fangs that he uses in tandem with each other. He can summon them to him through his limited knowledge of requip magic which he only has slight mastery of and little interest in developing it more than he has at the moment.

Magic:Ice Dragon Slayer Magic, Maker magic infused with Dragon slayer magic, and limited requip.

His Naginata can enhance, be imbued with, and be used in tandem with his Ice Dragonslayer magics, It's incredibly sturdy and resilient to all form of magic except that of other dragon slayer.

His armor bears resiliency to magic and increased durability, but due to him choosing speed over protection it doesn't cover a large potion of his body and the resilience only blocks about 50% of the damage at best( works best at against fire, lightning/plasma and heat magics, unless cast by a dragon slayer.)

The spears bear the same effects as the Naginata, but in addition to that, if a foe gets pierced by them, a numbness will temporarily spread through their body, messing with their ability to move the afflicted part( or in general if it hits the torso.

Ice Make: Fallen Grace: A spell that fuses both Dragon slayer and Make magic together, it grants all of the user's Ice make constructs with an aura of intense cold, which helps it resist heat and can cause numbing and freezing of the target's body on impact, depending on the amount of magic put in to it.

Guardians: Comes in variants of Assault, Trap, and Protector as well as normal. Assault have a good balance of armor and offensive capabilities, usually bearing weapons of some kind. Trap is the fastest variant, as it's job is to get in close to the enemy, before unleashing it's payload in the form of either explosions or restraints. Protectors is the slowest, but most durable, bearing many layers of ice, they are employed when something needs guarding, like a fallen team mate or a VIP.

True Dragonslayer Mode: Aiden can call upon his dragon blood to give himself a buff to his abilities, making him a good deal stronger than before and allowing him to fly.

Ice Dragon's Blizzarding Roar

Ice make: Dragonic Ascension: Weiss Dragon's Twin Phoenix strike

Other:He bears an increased affinity with Dragonic magics, so he is able to more efficiently use and manipulate dragon-slayer magic than any other dragon slayer, due to his dragonic blood. Also bears an extreme resistance to ice and cold based magics.Has no real Martial Arts style yet, just a novice in that regard as he only started when he joined Vyper Bolt. Gets Easily attached to any somewhat friendly female due to his lack of any type of caring motherly figure in his life.

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Taka Shirokawa

Taka watched Ira respond to her suggestion, saying that he might as well get that and a whole lot of other food with it. She wasn't surprised for some reason, he was an outsider that she knows barely anything about, but then he asked if she wanted to know about him. Except his past? What could be so horrifying about it? Taka didn't want to question any further, but instead thought of something else to ask him, looking directly at him. She starting to lean back on her seat looking away to the side slightly.

"Well... what's your reason for being in Magnolia?" Taka asked him, curious for his reasons to be here in the first place. She wasn't very good at dates to be honest, because this is her first one after all, besides she had to do it because she promised him.

I-It's not like I wanted to go on a date or anything! Taka thought in her head.

[Assistant]
Ira Amaterasu

 @WaddleDaisy

 Ira tried to find a way word his answer without sounding like the conjurer of darkness he was. Even though this was his first date , he didn't want to scare the young mage off with speeches of how he wanted to become greater than Zeref and other mischievous thoughts.

  " Let's say I'm here in search of an item of the musical profession. I'm somewhat of an enthusiast of the ancient relic sort. I got word that what I'm looking for may reside in this town so I came. To my surprise it actually is here, so the make a long story short I'm adding it to my collection."  By now the waiter had came back with an appetizer, some donuts sprinkled lightly in sugar, and the wine that Ira ordered earlier.  " Your main courses will be done in just a few minutes. Until then enjoy our famous pastries . We hope they're to your liking."

 The waiter began to pour the wine in two glasses as Ira reached for the delicious looking pastries. Before he bit into it he said,  " To be totally honest, this is my first date. I wanted to wait until the end of the date but I'm quite anxious. I wanted to know have I been doing a good job as a host , so far at least." Ira couldn't believe he'd let the words escape his mouth, and in such a nonchalant fashion. Since there was no changing the past he might as well hear out whatever Taka would say .

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Nigel Ballard
"Very well then," Kuroko spoke up after hearing Nigel's opinion on the two jobs. "We'll do the second one. I'm up for it." Nigel nodded his approval and turned his attention towards Aiden. "Sorry, guess I should've started with a hello, huh, my bad? And of course, we wouldn't mind having you on board, Tech-head. With you on board, this will be easy pickings." Nigel smiled upon hearing Aiden thought so much of him. "Excluding that, I kinda need to talk to you about something anyway," he added. "Hmm? I wonder what would that be..." Nigel thought curiously but opted to wait it out and let Aiden talk to him when he felt ready.

As the two were talking, Kuroko had shouted out a few times, trying to garner the other guild mage's attention on the other job their little team of three decided no to take. "Just put it back on the board and someone is bound to get it," he told Kuro.

"Slushie-head was clever, but you're going to have to try harder than 'Ice Dragon' before you can best me in the giving of crappy nicknames, Lead Head. but keep trying, it amuses me," Aiden said, to which Kuroko quickly retorted, "I was never really a trash talker... snowball." Nigel sat there and watched as the two exchanged a couple of snarky comments. "Anyway, I suggest we get going. We got a train to catch. It will take us to where we are needed." At that, Nigel stood up from his seat, "Yeah, let's get on with it then, no point in wasting any time now, is there?" He said while shooting a glance at Aiden before promptly following close behind Kuroko.

[Assistant]
Aiden merely chuckled at Kuroko, his only response being a mutter "clearly", before Nigel chose to chastise him slightly for holding things up. "Yeah, alright, I gotcha Tech-Head. Last one out of me for now, I promise." Aiden gave a grin before heading out with the other two to their destination, tacking the other request to the wall in case anyone else was interested. After a long, painful, vomit-inducing ride by train to the nearest station in tegards to the mission site, Aiden wasn't feeling too good.

"Ugh, I fuckin' hate trains, and cars, and boats, and all the other forms if transportation known to man. Why does this only happen to Dragon Slayers'?" Auden complained before he once again empyied the contents of his stomach into a nearby shrubbery. Once that was done, the group would head off to the mansion, any comments that Kuroko or Nigel felt like making regarding the scenario would be met with angered glares and warning growls. By the time they made it, Aiden would be mostly back to normal, though he'd still grip his head on occasion in pain if things got too loud.

"Whelp, here goes nothing. Hope this guy is less of a prick than the request made him out to be." Aiden muttered as he pulled the rope next to the mansion doors, ringing the rather fancy, if agonizingly loud(to Aiden), set of bells that the owner had put up to alert him of guests. Needless to say, Aiden's mood had gone to shit rather quickly, and he was starting to regret his insistense on this mission, and it hadn't even started yet.


[System]
Nickname(s): Cae, or Little Cae by her family elders.

Gender: Female

Age: 11

House: Hufflepuff

Appearance:

A thin little thing with dusty ginger skin and a button nose. Her long nappy hair is carefully braided and twisted, sometimes it is left dangling about her shoulders, sometimes coiled up into a bun, crown, or other interesting arrangement.

At 11 years old she is a stick, with no womanly curves to speak of. She will try to make up for what she 'lacks' with a daring shade of lipgloss, a black-winged eye, or a set of heels. She has a fashion sense and an eye for detail that is more mature than most her age (which the uniform robes will certainly dampen).

Wand: Wood of yew with core of Kelpie Hair.

Pet: None

Strengths:
- Visual Arts: A talented artist, she will not be seen without a pen or pencil in her hand. She has had a lot of practice and is quite advanced in muggle art techniques, but none of wizards.
- Detail oriented: Her eye for artistic detail translates to other aspects of her life. Small things make a huge difference to her. She has a nearly photographic memory. Words, numbers, and names all stay neatly organized in her head.
- Well mannered: The well socialized young woman knows her manners and etiquette, and knows what is appropriate in various social settings. She is not shy to meet or talk to anyone, and is even comfortable around adults and authority figures, unlike others her age, she might have a leg up in social situations.

Weaknesses: Superficial and vain.
- Vain: Growing up the daughter of a plastic surgeon and a model, Caelum was taught that making sure you look good is perhaps the most important part of your day. She will spend a lot of time and energy on her appearance, and judge others by theirs.
- Superficial: Caelum was well socialized by her mother, but she met many people without knowing them very well. So her social interactions with others have rarely gone past surface conversation. She will have trouble establishing deeper relationships with others, as she is accustomed to superficial acquaintances.
- Weak willed: Caelum speaks volume with her pencil but softly with her voice. She will not assert herself or confront another. She would rather do as they say, or avoid the trouble. This makes her somewhat easy to manipulate, as she would rather not fight back or be contrary to a stronger personality.

Personality:
Cae is eager to learn and very talented. She has a bit of an ego, and is very critical of herself and others, particularly when it comes to appearances. In that way she is superficial. She grew up seeing adults with many acquaintances but no close or permanent connections. The most important quality of others is what they could do or their status in society, not who they were inside. This perspective makes it difficult for her to relate to others on a deeper level, and also reflects in her art. She is very good technically but often her work lacks 'soul' or an emotional quality.

History:
Caelum was raised in London. Her father is a plastic surgeon and her mother a model, both muggle and ignorant of the wizarding world. They believed in magic abstractly. Her father made 'magic' happen with his medical instruments, and her mother made 'magic' happen with her body and a camera. 'Little Cae' made 'magic' with her crayons. That was all they knew until an owl delivered a letter to Cae in their high rise apartment…

Her mother and father divorced when she was very young. Her father took full custody, though she saw her mother very often. Her parents get along well, while her mother remarried twice after and is currently single. Her father never remarried, he is an introvert who mostly keeps to himself and keeps busy. He entertains the occasional girlfriend, but nothing that lasts more than a few months. Her mother has a large network of friends and toted 'Little Cae' along on countless fashion shows, gallery openings, concerts, films, holiday parties, so on and so forth. Cae quickly developed self control obtained only by children who spend too much time with adults.

Unlike her mother, Cae is introverted. She loved going places with her mother but preferred to stay quiet and watch. She always brought along a little designer purse full of crayons and paper, keeping herself quietly occupied with doodling. Her doodling became quite good as she got older, and her mother knew plenty of artists to mentor her young talent. Crayons turned to color pencils, which turned to watercolors and acrylic...

Her parents had been considering sending Caelum to a private arts-focused school when they got the letter.

At first Cae did not want to go to 'Hogwarts'. If it was so great why hadn't they heard of it? Besides, she wanted to be an artist not a magician. (Caelum thought it was some sort of stage-magician's school. She had met a few magicians, and saw through all their tricks! She certainly did NOT want to be like them!)

Then then the neighbors from downstairs showed up. Impeccable timing. They were there to congratulate Little Cae on 'getting her letter'. 'But how did you know?' her parents asked. 'Why, we saw the owl! We knew it had to be for little Cae!' The neighbors downstairs were kind but they never spoke much. Firstly because in the city it is customary to ignore your neighbors, and secondly they always seemed a bit strange. They were unnerved to hear that Cae did not want to go, and invited her over for tea to talk it over. They claimed to be wizards themselves, and promised that they were not stage magicians.

They showed Cae what Wizard artwork looked like. Moving paintings. Caelum was amazed. It did not seem like making a cartoon, it seemed like making something alive.

Cae instantly changed her mind. She wanted to learn magic for herself and how to make her own paintings alive.

NPCs:

Gregory Liquin: Father, muggle, a successful cosmetic surgeon. Serious and even tempered. Wealthy, handsome and refined. Cae lives with her father, who supports her in all her endeavors.

Cindy Lquin: Mother, muggle, a model and actress. Outgoing and gorgeous. Spunky and Sexy. Cae does not live with her mother but sees her very often and go out on weekend shopping trips, parties, and trendy cafes.

[User]
Charlotte wrote down the list of spell types from the board, but didn't quite get how she was supposed to come up with something like how to invent a curse. She didn't know any magic yet, so making up her own didn't seem likely.

She took her notes with a pencil in a spiral notebook, and she shoved the pencil back into the metal spiral as she closed it and got up to leave with the rest of the class. It seemed like she had only just sat down, but she had been late.

She caught up to Layla on her way out as well, and waited and listened as she talked to the teacher about "unforgivable curses." She didn't know anything about that, but it was starting to seem like spell classifications were completely arbitrary.

When the teacher and student went their separate ways, Charlotte caught up to Layla and walked beside her.

"So what else do you know about spells?"

[Assistant]
Happy that Dani had agreed to join her, Roze's hair had taken a slightly brighter tinge, making a honey brown as they sat down at the tables of the Great Hall. The food was already laid out, platters upon platters of delicious food. Firstly grabbing a bread roll Roze smiled at Dani as she began buttering it. Roze found herself prone to nattering quite a lot when it came to meeting new people, but she would have to roll it back a lot in order for Dani to be able to answer with her whiteboard. She knew a small bit of sign language, due to one of her many cousins on her father's side being deaf; but it wasn't enough to be able to hold a conversation up. Making a mental note to send a letter to her father was some books to read up on the language, she speared some bacon from a nearby platter, putting it between the bread.
"That was a pretty good first lesson, don't you think? Professor Quinn looks like a great teacher - a bit daunting though. I wouldn't really want her as our Head of House." She said, then paused with a frown. "Although, I suppose it's better than a senile ghost." They hadn't even met Professor Binns as of yet - being a ghost, he had had no reason to appear at the first feast. From what they'd heard from other students, he was useless, and probably the most boring teacher in the school. Fair to say, she wasn't exactly looking forward to their first History of Magic lesson. She'd probably do better teaching herself the subject, if all Binns was doing was reading from dusty old books for hours on end.

[User]
Dani was rather glad that the benches that served as seating at the table in the Dining Hall were as tall as they were, despite the fact that her feet dangled a good distance off the ground, as that meant that she would be able to eat without sitting on her knees or a book or something. While Roze talked about her thoughts about how the class went and what she thought of Professor Quinn, Dani gathered some food onto her plate, avoiding some of the stranger-looking food items and focusing more on the things she recognized.

Once she felt that she had gotten enough food to fill her up, which just happened to be far less than most of the others seemed to be eating due to her small size, Dani took the time to grab a marker from her bag and respond via her whiteboard, turning it so that Roze could read it without Dani having to hold it up. "I agree. She's good at teaching, but she's not the friendliest person around."

After she had taken a few bites of her meal, namely some chicken and mashed potatoes, allowing Roze plenty of time to read her response, Dani took the whiteboard back and erased it before writing again. "Professor Quinn seemed to think of our House Head as rather air-headed too. It seems he had forgotten to meet with me about my condition. She wasn't pleased when she found out."

Dani repeated the process of taking a few bites while allowing Roze to read the whiteboard again, taking it back after a few moments to clear it and write something else down. "What do you think of the assignment that Professor Quinn gave us? It seems like it would be pretty simple, but I'm clueless when it comes to magic, so I don't know."

[Assistant]
As Layla was walking away from Professor Quinn, red-headed Charlotte came up to her.

"So what else do you know about spells?"

Layla blushed as Charlotte asked about her knowledge and replied, "Well, I'd say I know quite a lot, but there is such a variety of spells out there. What do you think about this, say, 'assignment'?"

As they talked, they walked towards the door. She looked around and she saw him (Ajax). Her mind kept flashing back to earlier that day, and her face flushed as she looked at him. Layla turned back to Charlotte with haste.

[User]
It was Charlotte's turn to flush, her face nearly matching her hair. "I don't know how to do this assignment!" She threw her hands up in exasperation. "I mean, we have all year but... all she did was talk about what curses were, we have no idea how to even do them! How am I supposed to invent a new thing when I don't know any of the old ones?"

She saw Layla's little double take to some guy that was also leaving the class. She didn't know what to make of it, but noted the boy's face and kept quiet.

[Assistant]
Ajax saw as the girl he saw yesterday walked past him talking to another girl. His face turned red before looking down on the ground. 'Come on Ajax, deep breaths. You've done it many times before, why are you freaking out now.' In truth, the New Zealander didn't known what made him feel that way. From a distance, this girl (Layla) seemed normal, just an ordinary girl in a magic school.

His jaw dropped. "I have the hots for a witch. Holy crap." A magic witch! Like abracadabra witch! Like shazam witch! Like "I am a fucking real witch" witch! He could imagine his friends in New Zealand giving the thumbs up and a "go ahead" smile.

Ajax caught up to the girl, confidence in his eyes. "Hello there." He said politely in his thick New Zealand accent, now next to the girl he saw from yesterday. "I was wondering if any of you girls are from Gryffindor? If so, can I sit next to you guys, I'm a muggleborn so I don't really know anyone." He scratched his head, in his mind hoping for an answer. A positive one.

[User]
"How many brothers do you have?" Caelum walked beside Nolan, following the crowd. "I'm an only child... I always wondered what it would be like." The small talk and friendly company made the gloomy dungeon and strange sights seem a little brighter. The girl was unaccustomed to dungeons and mildew. "I'm... I didn't know magic existed before my letter... Everything she said was absolute Latin to me!" Caelum dud not understand the irony of this statement, as she didn't know Latin either.

When Nolan complimented her artwork she blushed ever so slightly. "Thank you... I was just doodling..."

They reached the main dining hall in now time. She would attend any table Nolan sat at, she did not quite understand the importance of house divisions... Not yet anyway. "The food is... Very Good... filling." Both her parents were very health and image conscious. "Neither of my parents like to cook. Me and Mom always eat salads. With Dad we go to restaurants or pick up." Her fathers favorite restaurants were the ones that had earned several stars. Big plates, small portions, many courses, fancy sauces in intricate patterns.

"I'll get used to it." She smiled. "There is... A lot to get used to here." She added quietly.

~~~~

Dani might hear a chuckle from the corner of her ears every so often. If she ever sought to turn and find the source of the laughter she would see nothing.

The next time she glanced at her chalkboard to write... It would already have words written upon it!

'I smell of codfish and I love it!' Is what her chalkboard would say.


[System]
Age: 16
Rank: II
Nationality: German
Weapon: Twin short swords
Gear: A modified messengers bag that hooks over his left shoulder and rests on his right hip. It has specially placed sheaths for both of his weapons. But mainly it is used so he can have access to the various nicknacks he carries, along with a good amount of bandages, gauze, and suturing tools.

Appearance: Roughly standing at 6'7 and weighing roughly 215pounds, Raine is a fairly tall, lanky teenager. His hair is relatively long, going well past his shoulders and half-way down his back, falling in uneven blackish-blue locks. He often keeps it braided though or tied back or has a thick headband on, it is rare for him to leave it unmanaged. His eyes are pale green, which match rather well with his pale skin and lightly freckled cheeks. With his skin seeming to lack much color, despite the amount of sun he gets, it is very easy to see the countless scars that dot his body. Most of them are pale pink and old, though some are just a few shades whiter than his skin itself. Most of them take the shape of claw and bite marks. There are quite a few of them, though they do not often get seen.

As far as clothing goes, Raine is often found to be lacking in any kind of fashion sense. He doesn't like suits in the slightest, it is hard, if not impossible to get him to wear one. He is most often found in what most would call common-wear, consisting of long sleeved T-shirts, hoodies and jackets, baggy shorts, and anything else he finds comfortable. And quite often these objects of clothing do not match, either.

Personality: Quiet with a rather rich inner-world, Raine doesn't often initiate a conversation or speak up unless it is absolutely necessary. He mostly expresses himself through his facial features and body language, which is very expressive most of the time if people look, its easy to catch him smirking or dragging his feet in irritation. He is truly a very friendly and accepting fellow of everyone, always enjoying watching those around him with great interest. It is hard, if not nearly impossible to actually anger or irritate him. He is more likely to burst into tears rather than he is to start yelling, though.

History: Around the time Raine five, he was found by a Knight in an abandoned home while on a hunt for a Warlock. It was by a spur of bad luck that the monster had used young Raine to lure the Knight in for the kill. Or well, that was what its plan had been. But instead the Knight turned the tables on the monstrosity and managed to destroy it, at the cost of nearly loosing an arm. It was at that time in Raine's child-filled panic that caused his light to show itself, managing to not only mend the woman's arm, but also tending to his own gashes and cuts that the creature had caused when coercing him to be bait. Since it was unknown if he had family or where he was from, Raine was adopted by the Knight that had rescued him, which resulted in the start of his training. He was brought along on many trips and the learning of his abilities and more about the monsters that had left him with so many scars.

By the time he was 12, he entered his Knighthood and was assigned to Greyridge.

Hobbies: Much despite his quietness, Raine actually really enjoys reading out-loud to people. He likes to read in general and actually finds a lot of fun in various sports.

Style: Support
Abilities: Able to mend wounds by focusing light into his hands or an object. Often he imbues bandages and other things with light to gradually mend minor wounds and sometimes greater (non-lifethreatening) wounds. The bandages can also alleviate pain and prevent/dissolve infection. But for things like broken bones or the alike he is required to touch them, otherwise it could take days or longer to heal them. The amount of healing he is able to do is highly dependent on how much energy he has. The less energy he has, the less effective his healing is. His healing can be fairly self-exhausting, depending on how long it takes him to heal the various wounds. It isn't entirely uncommon for him to be napping frequently in odd places.

[User]
Looking from Daniel to Jasmine, Katsu tilted his head to the side, "'No incidents to report,' huh?" The lady scratched the back of her head, knowing full well she should have mentioned Stacie's condition, but everyone was handling the extra work well. She was likely to be back in a few days anyway, TERA had a great health plan, as well as other methods of take care of their employee's well being. "Well," she responded, "I figured I'd tell you when it came up. It wasn't anything bad, she just landed wrong. Very wrong." Luckily before the conversation could go any farther she was saved by the buzzer, which she quickly tended to.

"Either way, send her flowers on my behalf. She likes tulips if I'm not mistaken." A secretary was as much a part of the team as any Knight, and Katsu cared for them all equally as friends and valued allies. Turning his attention back to Daniel. "At ease Sir Dashing. Inform the school I will be happy to be there if they have no objections, and inform Lord Todita that I will be free for dinner tomorrow night." Attending school functions was important to Katsu, since where else would he get a chance to scout new members of TERA. It's not easy for people to come to terms with a special ability, so the faster someone finds it, the easier their life will be, whether or not they decide to join the Agency. Lord Todita was another matter. The man had been a longtime family friend, working closely with Katsu's father. Their meetings often mixed business with friendship, and one way or another, he could not disappoint him.

Ms. Gilboa buzzed in Aaron their newest recruit. An interesting man to say the least, but there was something more to him that Katsu just couldn't put his finger on. His blue hair was an oddity but if you travel the world long enough you will find more than a few oddities. "Sir Hodges," he greeted, accepting the man's handshake. "I've been told there was no action in my absence, I hope that's not disappointing, you will get a chance soon enough to show us all what you have. How have you been fairing in my absence? The same goes for you too Sir Dashing, you made no mention of how you are doing this evening."

[Assistant]
"Very well Sir, thank you for asking." Daniel replies. "Just enjoying the quiet night, trying to keep busy."

He rather enjoyed a quiet night like this every once in a while. A quiet night was a sign that they were doing a good job, and it allowed him to attend to the seemingly endless pile of unofficial duties he managed to find for himself. At present that was filling in for Stacie, whose desk he sat back down at when given leave to. He eagerly picked up the phone and dialed the number Lord Tobita had given him. He got a machine, but left a message that Sir Fukui was eager to meet with him tomorrow night. He would call Principle Constance tomorrow morning. For now, he got right back to reading and filing strange incident reports to see whether any of them warranted serious investigation.

There was so much work the secretary had to do, but he figured that if he pulled an all-nigther Stacie would come back to a totally empty in-box. Wouldn't that be a nice surprise.

[User]
Sweat rolled down her back under her tight-fitting tank top as she slowly lowered herself down into another diamond push up, and then pushed back up with just as much control. The muscles under her dark colored skin bulged from the exertion of her work out, but she kept a flat look on her face, almost as if she was just going through the motions, her mind seemingly elsewhere. Which, indeed, it was. She hadn't been out lately on a job, not that she deeply cared to go defending the citizens of Greyridge from the big bad beasties they summon up. It was more of a feeling that it seemed... quiet. Too quiet. Her family's tech wouldn't be effective if there wasn't anything to kill with it.

Ayashe pushed herself up again, this time from a one armed push up, and then stood to her full height and began to towel herself off. She wasn't incredibly tall, but she was well built, and probably spent more time in this gym in the last month than she had actually fighting the denizens of despair in her entire Knighthood. Her unruly hair was tamed into a thick braid that hung in between her shoulder blades, and her body shone with a layer of perspiration that was impossible to towel off completely.

She gave the opposite wall a scowl as her thoughts swirled. "I need to go for a walk..." She muttered under her breath, so low that if anybody else were in the gym, they wouldn't have heard her. Throwing her towel over her shoulders, she set up and out of the gym, taking a quick moment to grab a water from the kitchen, before continuing the rest of the way up the stairs. When her head poked out, she was greeted by too many people for her liking, including her superior, Katsu Fukui. It took a monumental effort for her to not groan audibly, she was hoping to just slink out without any formalities.

"Oh look what a haul the cat dragged in. Hello fellows, how wonderful it is that you're keeping up the good fight – no really, amazing work there, DeeDee." Her voice came out as sardonic as she could afford to make it as she gave Daniel two thumbs up. Her gaze went around the room to take in the rest of the people there as she casually held on to the ends of her towel still draped over her shoulders. "Mister Monk Man," She said with a semi-respectful nod to Katsu. "Blueberry Boy," She gave Aaron an exaggerated salute, obviously meant to be mocking.

While taking, she managed to slink to the door leading outside. "Unless a gremlin is munching on the brains of toddlers, I'm going for a walk. That cool with you?" She looked to Katsu for affirmation as her hand gripped the door handle, which seemed like she wanted to claw at to get out, all the while managing one of her famous deadpan stares.

[Assistant]
Aleksandr kept a relatively low profile in the corner of the room. He preferred to listen than to talk in most situations. His face was hidden behind a heavy tome, simply titled 'Advanced Organic Chemistry Unit 5'. There had been a bit of lull recently, a change of pace from normal. He took these lulls in his stride, they gave him time to indulge his other interests, well at least when he wasn't engaged in non hunting work. This was city life, infinite information at his finger tips, it was impossible to get bored.

The boss returned though and with him a lot of noise. It was a tempo change but not unwelcome. He didn't currently have anything to report, the uneventfulness was leading to a feeling of unproductiveness but that didn't mean there wasn't anything to hear. There was one report of disappearances of young women, but he had discovered that that was human activity, not even warlocks at that. It was bad but it wasn't really the Knights' remit and he had already informed the police. The pleasantries of the other knights' were suddenly interrupted by Ayashe in her traditional style. However she passed over him when making her round of insults.

"Ayashe, you're making me feel excluded, what did I do wrong?" Alexandr joked through his thick Russian accent. "Are you sure you don't need someone to walk with you in case you run in a child chomping demon?"

[User]
"Icecream?" Raine's loud, deep, and hopeful voice rang out as he exited the stairwell. He ducked his head quickly to avoid clocking his face into the door frame, though it didn't stop his glasses from catching and being knocked off of the top of his head. Though thankfully they didn't go far, having gotten tangled in his mass of blueish-black hair that was all bundled up at the nape of his neck with a few uneven strands being held in place with bobby pins. Ignoring his glasses for the moment though, his attention quickly turns towards Ayashe, who happened to be closest to the door.

His face, much despite the dark circles that could be found under his pale green eyes, was rather lively and filled with hope at the prospect of icecream. He looked like he had just rolled out of bed, and in truth, it was quite possible. A large, red hooded sweater, his favorite pair of jeans that were missing the entire right pant-leg under his knee, the bright neon green socks... Things he often wore when he was relaxing, or napping. But seeing as his hair wasn't trying to stick up in fifty different places and there were no strange drool marks on his chin, the first suggestion was the case.

"...If you are going out, please?" He asked, his voice now much softer than it had been just a few moments ago. It wasn't often he dared ask anything of others, be it because of his usual silence or the fact that he'd rather do it himself. But Raine knew his limits well. And running about while tired was never a wise choice for him, unless he wanted to end up napping on a bench somewhere. Again.


[System]
Themes
Hysteria-Nano
Fine on the Outside

Status
A Phoenix Wing Member. Has Second Origin Unlocked. Emotionally unstable.
Age
19

Birthday:
July 30

Magic
Transformation Magic- Karn has the ability to transform into any living creature be it beast or human as long as he has seen it. The bigger and more powerful the transformation is, the more magic it uses.

It is a powerful magic that comes with a high risk. If the user should get too stressed out, feel a abundant amount of negative dark feelings such as doubt, low self esteem or confidence, and most of all fear while in another form. This risks losing their normal self to the one they currently are in. Acting to what the user believed the transformation would act. For example, a cat. A cat would meow and not talk, eat fish and chase mice and sleep quite a bit during the day. All the user would act like, believing he was just a cat. The user uses up all of their magic, staying transformed until the magic is out. This of course, can lead to death due to a Mage's life force connected with their magic.

Eastern Chimera Slayer Magic- Eastern Chimera Magic utilizes the power of Solarlight Fire, using the sun's light as energy. It consists of very hot fire attacks based on the sun's core to make scorching attacks. Users can eat fire to gain strength, but this is most effective during sunlight. Fire is still edible during dark, but not too effective as a energy source. Fire and light attacks are not effective against this user.

Eastern Chimera Roar: A powerful breath attack that unleashes a destructive blast of golden flames, burning and penetrating anything in its path with destructive force.

Eastern Chimera Solar Claw: Hands/paws are encased with golden flames to shape giant claws and strike at foes in a melee offense.

Eastern Chimera Golden Flame Armor: The body is encased in golden flames in order to create a sort of offensive barrier that burns those that touches it.

Eastern Chimera Healing Tongue: Using the light in order to heal physical injuries with the tongue and seal a ally's wound.

Eastern Chimera Fist: Encases the user's hand in golden flame to increase punching attack.

Eastern Chimera Bite: The user's mouth emits golden flames, creating golden flame fangs and making a powerful crunching motion to the opponent.

Eastern Chimera Tail Slam: Golden Flames shape a Eastern Chimera tail to slam against opponents. Stretching out to increase range.

Eastern Chimera Explosion: Fire erupts from the body like a bomb, causing a explosion of flame in a area of effect attack.

Regular Transformations

Karn's currently most powerful form. Being both a powerhouse and a speedy creature. With deadly claws, fangs and horns. It has a tough hide, and heals faster then average forms. Karn is able to keep this form for a week straight without battle.

A large venomous snake that is large enough and big enough to wrap itself around a human. It's poison can be deadly if not properly treated. Though the antidote is commonly known for this type of snake. It also secretes a paralyzing venom that is temporary, length depends on the person's body. Karn can last two weeks in this form.

Not necessarily a strong creature, being a regular house cat, but a few scratches still doesn't feel good! Plus it's adorable and Karn often likes being it since it does not require as much magical energy. Karn can last a month in this form or any small form.

Also not necessarily a strong creature and is more used as a resting form for the user. A sub species of the Eastern Chimera. This is one form that does not hinder the user by using up magic. Used to help heal and rest magical energy. It's pretty small, about the size of a cat with a long tail like the Eastern Chimera. It can breathe a puff of golden solar flame, fly, and climb but is otherwise pretty useless in a fight.

Pegasus's are known to be fast rideable flyers, big enough to fly with two people. They are not real fighters, having very little to defend themselves. Still they are both fleet footed on land and in the sky. Making a excellent way of travel. So Karn doesn't usually transform into it unless he needs to get somewhere. Karn can last two weeks in this form.

Magic Level
A

History
Karn grew up in a fairly small eastern town, he had loving parents and a elder brother. However, at the age of six, his mother had gotten caught in a storm during a fishing trip she took him on, inevitebly drowning to her death. He had barely survived the incident. When his father realized what happened, he became depressed and started to drink more. Karn's elder brother had to work hard in order to keep them fed. Their father was a bad alcoholic, and took out his frustrations on Karn, blaming him for his mother's death and ended up doing quite a bit of horrific things a parent can do to a child. Karn's elder brother ignored him, wanting no part in his younger brother's or was simply too busy to pay any mind to anything.

At the age of ten, Karn discovered his magical ability when he accidentally changed into a cat in order to get away from his father. When his father discovered such a ability, Karn was disowned and kicked out of the house, raving about how his magic proved he was a devil's child that only killed and destroyed. He wandered the lands for around a month before bumping into a guild wizard who happened to have transformation magic. Since his mother died, Karn hadn't smiled so big after meeting his Master, Rian. A powerful woman who treated her pupil like a son. For years he trained under her, while listening her tales on guild life and how it was like a real family. Karn craved such a livelihood, and after his master mysteriously disappeared, he continued traveling the land in order to search for her and join a guild he can call a home.

Personality
Karn is a pretty carefree fun loving girlish man. He honestly could be mistaken either gender due to his pretty looks. Although unexpectedly, he seems to rather enjoy playing either role. He's pretty playful and often a curious sort who ends up getting into a bit of trouble on his own. He revels in making friends and attempting to please others to the best of his abilities. He's a bit immature and acts just like a child, while being a bit directionally challenged, but when push comes to shove in a serious situation, he will fight for his friends to his grave. He's highly dependent, seeming to favor other words highly and gets lonely easily. He also trusts easily, which can lead into him being take advantage of. Karn also has several animal like habits. Like licking himself, sniffing things, playing with yarn balls, and other things.

Team Members
Trinity?

Three Strengths
1. His Chimera form has a tough hide, strength and speed.
2. He's friendly and kind hearted.
3. Brave(except with water) and loyal in and out of battle.

Three Weaknesses
1. He has a terrifying fear of water. Of any kind.
2. Tends not to be much of a thinker and often thinks of others before himself.
3. His Father.

Greatest Love
Watermelon and cute fluffy animals.

Motivation
Friendship

Stands around 5'0 and his build seems fairly lean and small though he has a pretty toned body due to his years of training. Though he's usually still mistaken as girlish sometimes. His Guildmark is a teal color and on the left side of his neck. Wears usually raggedy clothes of a holed up black jacket, grey shirt, and black pants.

Additional Details

- He doesn't enjoy transforming into bugs. Finding the experience weird and freaky.

- Be it oceans, rivers, lakes, rain, or a glass of water... Karn will freak out.

- He seems to enjoy dancing, singing and cross dressing.

- He dreams of seeing a dragon so he can transform into one.

- He's a pretty good tracker, and utilizes his animal form's senses well.

- He can actually cook pretty well.

[User]
Edolas Sayuri
Sayuri just looks at Sasha for several seconds before sighing and turning towards the guildhall, "You shouldn't be so dismissive Sahsa. You have no idea why I do what I do. You're trying to help the people by putting the rightful Heir back. That will give Pheonix Wing great recognition and praise regardless of your intentions. If I succeed do you know what I'll get Sasha? Peace of mind. My actions probably won't even be thought about ten years from now. Maybe you should try to understand someone before deciding whether or not to trust them. I'll meet you two at the other stable. Don't open it though Tsuki will rip your throat out if you do," without looking back she walks into the guildhall ignoring everyone. She walks into Jamie's office and grabs her jacket and puts it on. She then walks over to where Edo-Jarvis put her swords, grabs them, and walks out again. Arriving at the stable she waits for Sasha to open the doors before calming Tsuki and climbing on her back, "Climb on but be careful. She might still lash ot even with me here."

Despite her calming there was still an audible growl coming from the white legion. It's eyes trained on the only other two people around assuming they were the cuase for Her masters aggitation.

[Assistant]
For a moment, Fleo was taken aback by the guild hall. It was a little worn around the edges, certainly, but it both looked like and gave off the vibe of a place both a home and a business. She didn't have long to look around, though, as she was approached by an individual almost immediately. Fleo found that she had a tough time describing this person, as if their features were perfectly fluid, everything and nothing at once. She couldn't even tell what gender the person was, which put her slightly on edge. When that individual identified as nothing less than the Guild Master, Fleo was momentarily stunned.

Then, her surprised expression melted into one of joviality. "My name is Fleo Plector, from Nepenthe. I'm a wizard and have traveled a long way to be here!" From the way she said it, Fleo obviously relished the aforementioned travel, rather than hating it. "I'm here to become a part of your guild, if you'll have me...Master?" She held out a bandage-swaddled hand to shake, and though her hand jittered in a somewhat nervous fashion, it was obvious from her earnest expression that she was fully committed to this act.

[User]
Karn
Fiore || Mt. Hakobe
Interacting: Zenoram/Zero

Karn had been sleeping peacefully, curled up in his massive Chimera form as the dragon slayer rested against the fluffy thick fur. The long thick tail curling around Zenoram like a blanket. Head resting against his paws as the beast snoozed comfortably. Ears twitched a little as he heard movement and his golden eyes blinked open slightly, to see Hemlock and Mithera moving and seeming to go and talk. Yawning a little bit, Karn blinked his eyes slowly but didn't move from his position. Wondering a little what the two dragons were talking about.

Edolas

Edo-Karn
Interacting: Edo-Jamie, Edo-Angelica,

Watching tangled mess the three women got into, Edo-Karn simply grinned in response before blinking in mild surprise as Sasha just went up to the red haired enemy and pinned them down with ice. "Mhmm tougher than she looks." they mused, twitching a little at the stinging pain in their back, followed by the familiar twist of agony in the chest.

Promptly ignoring it, they looked to the Guild Master and huffed a little at the answer. "I don't have time to rest. Especially when Twiddledee is probably going to try another jump on us. I owe him a kick to the face." they grumbled before glancing to Edo-Angelica. The net sparking again with electricity before reaching and grabbed at the wrists to tie them behind her with wire.

"You should be thankful I didn't let you burn to a pile of ash or get knifed." Edo-Karn grumbled as they glanced to Sasha before their emerald eyes scanned the area. Now looking out for more surprise attacks.

Before they could reply to Sasha's question, the short blonde suddenly was stricken by a uncontrollable coughing fit. Having not caught it in time to somewhat prevent it, the sound of the coughing was rough and wheezing at first before it just sounded like gurgling. Hand covering their mouth in a attempt to cease the fit, blood dripped from their gloved hand as the gurgled hacks persisted.

When they finally ceased, Edo-Karn pulled their soaked bloody glove away before wiping their mouth with the back of their hand. As if it didn't happen or was just used to it, the blonde resumed scanning and watching the false queen. Prepared for another round of fighting.


[System]
AONÉ INALOR
"I'm not sure you understand, so let me clear it up for you"

B A S I C S

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AGE

102 in elf years

RACE

Elf

CLASS

Sorceress

OCCUPATION

Medic

ORIGINATES FROM

Havenloft

IF OUTSIDE TORVELT

An ancient and sacred forest to the north, known for being inhabited by elves.

P H Y S I C A L A T T R I B U T E S

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PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION

Not the tallest of elf, Aoné stands around 5 foot 8, while taking on the definitive pointed ears and slim features of her ancestors. While not the strongest either, she's surprisingly more toned than one would think having to wrestle down more than a few rowdy and wounded folk of Torvelt so she could work properly. A few scars lay scattered across her body when she learned the hard way what the more aggressive folk of the city were like, having been slashed at trying to do the same job, especially during the earlier time of her stay. She's certainly gotten tougher since and isn't afraid to act that way.

STRENGTHS

* With age comes wisdom
* During her travels (and during her time in Torvelt), Aoné's come to know quite a few people
* She's very quick to adapt to new situations

WEAKNESSES

* Working under pressure
* Not well trained for intense combat, she usually needs someone to rely on to protect her
* Doesn't posess the greatest people skills

P S Y C H O L O G I C A L A T T R I B U T E S

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PERSONALITY

Intuitive | Sharp-tongued | Curious | Independent | Apathetic | Distant | Decisive | Disciplined | Perceptive

SEXUALITY

Lesbian

FEARS

* Being overly dependent on someone
* People larger than her (She gets rather defensive)
* Not being worth something

GOALS

* To travel the rest of the world
* Gaining as much medical knowledge as she can

S K I L L S

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A listing of skills, such as horseback riding, and natural abilities such as night vision - this also includes any racial edges.

Nightvision

Able to see 60 ft ahead of her with little to no light.

Booksmart

An arcane spellcaster, she knows quite a bit of knowledge of magic. Born to a wealthy family, she also had access to many sources of information, especially history and language.

Meditation

Unlike humans, Aoné doesn't need to sleep being an elf. Instead or around 4 hours a day, she meditates in a trance like state that equals that of 8 hours of sleep.

Horseback riding

Trained from a young age, Aoné has taken to horseback pretty easily. Having been traveling for awhile, she's only honed those skills over the years.

M A G I C

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Cure Wounds

Able to heal minor wounds, Aoné uses this skill pretty frequently.

Mass Heal Wounds

A more intense spell than the one above, this is able to heal greater wounds but at more of a cost. Draining energy faster, she doesn't use this spell nearly as often

Cordon of Arrows

A spell in which if she places four arrows or crossbow bolts in the ground and places magic upon them, any creature that gets close to 30 ft to them, one of the pieces will fly up and target them. Mostly used as a protection spell, whenever she's alone she uses this spell.

G E A R

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ITEMS ON PERSON

* Two small bundles, one for medicinal herbs and another for spices.
* A small journal she uses for taking note of the places she's been, some pages containing pressed flowers.
* A basic grimoire, she carries this for her spells.

WEAPONS

* A medium sized staff, wooden and designed with intricate carvings.
* A small dagger she keeps close by, just in case she needs to use it

H I S T O R Y

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Born to a very highly known and wealthy family, Aoné was raised very nearly in the center of Havenloft among her many other siblings. The Inalor family is known to deal its hand in sorcery, creating many great elven mages throughout the generations. Not only that, they also trained in sword fighting and archery along with trade and politics. A jack-of-all-trades kind of family, it was only common sense to know of all the responsibilities and hardships one had to endure to uphold the family name. As being a part of this family, it was greatly stressed among Aoné and her siblings to further the family lineage with a strong ambition and strive for success, pride, and power.

Fortunately and unfortunately, Aoné never was much interested in family affairs, she preffered to focus her studies in sorcery, spending most of her time in the library. But because her prowess in sword fighting and archery was less than proficient, and her attitude was considered crude by her elders, she could clearly see that favor was not in her direction. Her family often tried to "correct" her, but she found that with enough time and persistance they're lenience grew and so did her freedom. It was around this time when her curiousity for the outside world piqued, and soon after, she packed her bags and practiced the little spells that she knew before heading off. Leaving when no one was watching, she left only a letter addressing quite formally why she left and that she'd probably never return.

Throughout her travels, she picked up the art of medicine, helping those in need along the way. She doesn't recall how long she's been traveling, nor how she heard about Torvelt, but she remembered how she felt when she first entered. Compared to other places, especially Havenloft, this place seemed in need for a change, one that she hoped she would bring. Aoné didn't dwell in the politics of this place too much, but when the fog began and she couldn't do anything about it, her curiousity took over and the hunt to find the cure began.

[User]
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Z O S I M O S B L A C K C O I L

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Zosimos eyed the gathering of travellers in the royal court with suspicion from underneath her hooded cloak and nimbly side-stepped any who drew too close to her person. She kept to the back of the hall, sequestering herself in a nook behind a lit torch that was attached to the wall. There she hid in the dancing shadows the flames cast and observed those who came forward to answer the King's quest – a fool's quest. Many times, between setting foot inside the royal castle and leaving behind her reclusive life in Torvelt's mountain forests, Zosimos had questioned her own sanity following her decision to journey to Koprust to embark upon this fool's quest. As many travellers turned and filtered out of the King's hall after his wise words of warning, she mused that many shared her thoughts on the matter.

Whilst Zosimos held the Prince no ill will, she did not desire to forfeit her own life in the search for his – and yet, her feet remained rooted to the spot. The very thought of banding together with an assortment of miscreants and would-be heroes had the Tiefling's pistris-like teeth tingling in her mouth. She watched closely as members of this band stepped forward and wondered what motivated them to do so. For some it seemed it was honour; for others perhaps it was compassion of some kind; and for those like herself, it was the promise of the King's reward should they succeed.

It was that tendril of faith in this promise and what she would claim from it that finally gave Zosimos the nerve to walk through the remaining members of the Hall towards the King and Queen. She stopped in front of them and lowered her hood. She heard a few gasps and sharp intakes of breath as eyes fell upon her disfigured face and demonic features. Zosimos's hand tightened on her Warlock's staff. She gave a small bow to the King and then to the Queen before lifting her eyes – or rather, her one good eye – to meet theirs.

"Zosimos Blackcoil. I pledge my staff in the quest to find your son," the Tiefling spoke calmly before moving off to follow her fellow companions.

[Assistant]
Naldir was ready to leave before the King even began to speak. As he stood in the great hall, standing among adventurers of every kind, Naldir felt out of his element. He had long surrendered his sword and shield, instead walking the path of a civilian. But why then did he feel so unfulfilled. His thoughts nagged at the back of his mind, as did the words of the divine interloper. For the past several nights the God Amaldi had come to him in nocturnal visions, pleading for him to return to the path of the just. And now for several days Naldir had attempted to ignore the pleas, as he did now, moving to leave the hall.

It was then that the King began to speak with a mighty voice that had a quiver of sadness. Naldir turned back to hear what he had to say, owing the Lord that honour at least. As Naldir listened he pondered over the quandary that was the Fog. For many weeks he heard tales of it, how it swallowed people up forever. He had also heard whispers of the Prince disappearing, but it was still a shock when King Brand confirmed it. Naldir felt a knot form in his stomach as he remembered what it was like to feel like you have lost someone very close to you. He focused on that feeling as the King continued talking, even glossing over the reward. There was nothing physical that Brand could offer Naldir, he did not need riches or land. Naldir was painfully aware that no mortal could repair his soul, for he truly believed that it had been damaged.

Naldir remained in the hall as many began to leave, obviously not ready for the danger required in dealing with the Fog. As Naldir began to think that everyone may leave, a Half-Elf approached the King and knelt before him, swearing herself to the cause. Immediately afterwards several others approached, first another Half-Elf, then a fearsome looking Dragonborn, a Dwarf and a Man, a Minotaur of all things, then a lady Tiefling. All pledged themselves to the cause. Most of the others had left the room and Naldir greatly considered following them. Surely this was enough heroes, as they all seemed quite capable. But Naldir remembered the lessons of a Paladin, that an extra blade in good faith is always needed. With the knot tightening in his stomach, Naldir stepped forward.

"My name is Naldir Kadim, and I shall pledge you Lord my sword and shield," Naldir said as he knelt, "As I devote myself to returning the young Prince."

Naldir looked up, locking eyes with the King. Realizing that there was no going back now, Naldir stood up and followed after the others who had sworn themselves to this quest. In the back of his mind he recalled the dreams of Amaldi telling him to follow the path to redemption.

[User]
Mingling somewhere among the middle of the crowd, Aoné listened closely to the words of King, her head propped up on her hands. She hadn't expected herself to be here, much less have stayed when the majority of the room cleared out at the mention of the amount of danger the fog held; however, this fog had a mysteriousness that she couldn't ignore. She didn't yet know how she felt about the reward for there wasn't anything she needed at the moment, but she was sure she'd come up with something. As of now, learning as much as she could was her top priority.

Glancing around the room at the faces left standing, Aoné raised an amused eyebrow as they introduced themselves. Certainly a diverse cast they were. And certainly unexpected. She supposed that's because all the truly rational folk left while they could, though she wouldn't call herself irrational per se. Just intrigued. The tiefling, Zosimos, and minotaur, Gentle, were the ones that truly caught her eye, and although a bit intimidated, her eyes and thoughts lingered on them just a tad longer.

Her eyes moved back to the King as a silence fell, signaling her turn to speak. Standing up slowly and raising her chin, her hands folded in front of her, Aoné began her introduction, trying to maintain elegance the best she could.

"Your Majesties," she gave a small bow with her head. "I may not be one to meddle in the affairs of royalty, but I feel great sorrow and pain for the disappearance of your son, the Prince. And as not to waste any time, I'll finish by saying this: I will do as much as I possibly can to help find your son, and to find a cure to this terrible fog. My highest prayers to the safety of your son and the three of you the best of health for years to come."

With a more dignified bow, Aoné turned and followed her newfound group, letting out the smallest of sighs. She hadn't been that formal since her last interaction with her family, but she didn't let her uncomfort show. Shoulders back, and head raised, she mentally prepared herself for the hard times to come.