[System]
"Greetings, my name is Lunalel. Just call me Luna. It's a pleasure to meet you."
Age: 19
Gender:  Female of course

"Of course I wear my family's armor. I must represent them and show others how respectful we are."

Appearance:
Lunalel is a blonde woman that stands at approximately 5'10". Typically, one can find her in a set of lighter looking plate armor with her family's seal on it and a sword at her side.

Personality
Lunalel is a righteous person, believing that everyone has their own personal set of rights. She is likely to help others in dangerous situations and live up to the Lightsword Code of Honor. She's friendly enough though, and is pretty relaxed overall though her speech patterns follows formality of the nobles though.

"There's really not much to know. I'm a Knightess and a Magic-user."

History:
Lunalel is the daughter of the current Lord of the Lightsword house. As a whole, the house is fairly popular among it's people for the way the Lord treats them as people rather than property.

On the other hand, every citizen is expect to have at least a year of military training by their 20th year of life completes. This is a measure to make sure each and every citizen is able to protect their selves and their families.

Lunalel is no exception and in fact is a paragon of the system itself. As a noble, she is not expected to farm or doing peasants would do to make money, so instead starting from age ten she began her training as a knight, traveling from village to village under the banner of the Lightsword house.

As she reached the age of fifteen, she found her own powers of light magic and practiced on her own. Her father decided that the best thing for her was that she be sent to St. Sappho Academy to study some years later. He heard suspicious things about the Headmistress. . . But he fell to the words of his daughter to allow her to go.

Magic:
Lunalel is a practicioner of Light Magic as she uses it to smite her foes and assist her allies. Her first real spell is her "Light Aigis". It summons a giant shield of light that will block most attacks. In addition, she can also attack her enemies with a large blade of light she dubs, "Bright Blade". She also has lightly learned how to heal, though it will mostly just heal up small cuts in a timely manner.

Limitations
Lunalel's biggest weakness is most likely the fact that she lacks any real range in her arsenal of skills and feats.

[User]
The magierprinz largely ignored the dog's antics, instead listening to the village elder explain the issue. There were very few specifics, but it was easily understandable why a problem had been caused. Although Selvina wondered what was going on with these sorcerers - a powerful sorcerer to an uneducated village chief could be the same as a mediocre college student in Sappho - the girl listened anyways as she tried to put on a non-lethal smile and nodded.

Well, until the puppy was hit over the head by something random. He would follow the dog if she gave chase immediately, but if he had a second to react he would walk over and grab her hand firmly. "They are antagonizing us. Don't let it get to you, alright?" Swen let go of the girl's hot hands after a moment, sighing.

[Assistant]
Lunalel Lightsword and Eith

Eith didn't like it one bit, getting hit as she did. It made her recoil slightly, but she merely watched the person as they ran off. Her eyes glowed red and flames slightly shot out her nostrils. When Selvinia grabbed her hand, the Shellagh turned around to look at her. "They're merely luck I've made a promise to you, Caras. Most Shellagh would ignore such a hit and chase someone attacking them out of the blue like that. It's cowardly. Alas, I've been bound by promise. Whatever I may be, I'm no promise-breaker." Eith said as she grabbed the girl's hand and walked back to where her caretaker was sitting before and looked to the elder with red eyes, albeit lacking the flaming nostrils. "You should teach whoever it was, that they should not attack people that could do something rash to them."

Luna looked at Eith. She would have said something about that being rude, but in reality her friend took a hit from a resident of this town. Under other circumstances, she might have been a bit rash in reacting, but Eith seemed not so bothered. In fact, she didn't seem hardly phased physically, though she seemed a bit. . . Irate. She hid it well it seemed at least. She just elected to stay silent.

[User]
~Selvinia & Co~

The elder laughed quietly at Eiths reaction. It was good to see these youths so lively, but...they were heading into somewhere that could very well be dangerous.

"Likely from the temple. Have no power there." The elder replied. "If you intend to still go, would be best to wait for tomorrow and set out early. You may stay here, if you wish. No one should bother you as long as you behave. A few spare beds upstairs, though someone may have to sleep on the floor. Cannot say if you'll be given entrance, however."

"Hehe, good!" Lyssa replied happily. "This place looks like tons of fun! I'm gonna go say hi to some people. Annnyone wanna come with? I'ma turn those frowns of those peoples upside down and this place will be the most fun on the entire mountain!" It was clear the demon actually intended to follow through on that promise. Perhaps someone should try and stop or go with her.

[Assistant]
Selvina listened to Eith as she grabbed her hand and brought them back to the normal conversation, sighing in relief as the hound didn't start a bloodbath. Luna seemed a little bothered, and meanwhile the elder seemed to have cheered up slightly. The noble listened to the other person's advice, thinking about it.

On one hand, it would be a bad idea to camp in the middle of the mountain. They would be exposed to the elements and likely sleep badly despite any preparations the group could make. And they could be ambushed.

On the other, it would be a bad idea to arrive exhausted at the temple after a day of hiking. His own powers required focus and clarity of the mind, and keeping their heads straight would be a challenge after such a workout. It would likely upset the locals if they remained here and it was also possible that the elder was betraying them. While he was kind, and perhaps his acceptance of outsiders was wisdom, it was also possibly an attempt to put on a ruse and lower the groups guard. A quick look at Eith was the final decision maker for Selvina. When they had been ambushed in the tavern, it was possible many of the patrons could have died. Being in this man's house put the entire village at risk if the fight turned out badly, and the majority of Selvina's powers were badly hampered due to the possibility of collateral damage while indoors.

"I thank you for your advice, but I feel it would be better for us to begin heading up the mountain today. Your village is wonderful, and our presence here obviously is causing it stress. Hopefully this can account for any inconvenience we caused." The magierprinz gave a quick bow to the elder along with placing a few silver coins on the table before looking to the rest of the group and starting out the building.

Of course, she was stopped as her arm tugged behind her. Oh. Eith was still holding her hand. "Eith. I know you like me and everything, but it's okay to let go ... is everything alright?" If the party began to head out Selvina would follow, but there was currently a very strong object holding her in place.

[User]
Lunalel Lightsword and Eith

Eith looked down to where her hand and her caretaker's met and then up to Caras. "Is this an issue?" Eith asked as she released the hand she had held onto. "I'll follow you." Eith added, as she practically wagged her tail. "I just need to keep you safe." She added, forgetting she ever told Selvina about the deal she made with that maid.

Luna took the time to consider their actions. If the left now it's be much darker and much cooler than it needed to be. Then again, it's reach that point eventually, wouldn't it. "That said, leaving later in the day as it appears could put us in danger of freezing. Even with Eith, it could turn to be an issue with the cold. I'll stand watch if need-be, but I think it wise to stay here for the day if this gentleman would give us leave to stay the night." Luna definitely sounded sure on this herself, but resigned, "However, I suppose I should defer to your judgement on this? Take my thoughts as you will."

[Assistant]
~Selvinia & Co~

The Elder frowned as Selvinia replied that she thought it'd be best for them to head up the mountain.

"Erm, you sure that's a good idea?" Lyssa replied to Swen. "It'll only get a loot colder as we head up, won't it? And erm, I don't really do so well in the cold." She could handle a bit of snow and ice mind you. Snow was best! So fluffy white and fun! But her usual residence didn't get much in the way of frost at all. It was one of the reasons she did, in fact, like 'cuddles'. Also snow. Snow was so fun. She was gonna build a snow man on top of the mountain.

"Unwise." He said, holding a hand to his chin. "Friend there is correct." He glanced over to the window where Eith was previously looking out. "They know you are here, likely will make the trip dangerous." He shook his head, resting his hand on the chair. "I will not stop you. Be careful. Things live on the mountain...gods, creatures that call the place home. Have heard their calls. Upset, angry..."

Lyssa frowned, looking over to Swen. She'd go if everyone else went, but that just sounded like a bad idea! Besides, she didn't thin these guys were dangerous or would do anything to them. They seemed nice, after all!

[User]
Selvina listened to the advice of the group. Spending the night on the mountain wouldn't be too harsh for them, would it? Hadn't they heard of blankets? The girl had practically brought an entire sack of them designed for the worst nights in Northern Germany when the lakes froze over and the creeks stopped running. And besides, his father was not one to enjoy that sort of discomfort and had designed a few simple cantrips to make maintaining one's body heat more easier for extended durations.

However the new information that there was possibly monsters on the mountain made the girl think. On one hand, such things usually amounted to superstition from villages like this. On the other, there was a temple up there that was known to have a sealed creature within it, and power tended to attract power. And spending the night within a short trip of possible guards was a bad decision.

It was also possible that if the elder was working with them, that he was under threat or unable to reveal all of his information in precise ways. So his warning could be forced to be vague.

"Actually, it would be nice to have a day to do another review of my notes ..." Selvina had noticed the stories were jumbled and odd, and would have to find congruencies between the references. The events of the weekend had distracted her despite her best attempts based on recent information. The noble gave a quick bow in the direction of the village elder. "I apologize for my indecisiveness, but I thank you for your hospitality. Taking the advice of those nearest is wise in this case, I think." With that settled, Selvina looked towards the others in her party.

But it would be a bad idea to let Lyssa wonder around. And Eith possibly as well ... was the hound wagging her tail? This was ... an odd development, but not a bad one. Why was she suddenly so protective? The magierprinz reached up scratched her a little behind the ears instinctively before stopping and giving the girl an apologetic look. She probably didn't like that sort of attention a lot. "Just stay close to me and rest, alright? I'm going to depend on you to help me get up there tomorrow." Her physical strength would hopefully be able to make up for her own lack of endurance.

Now to handle Lyssa ... was there possibly a way to make her not be depressed if she wasn't allowed outside? Luna was responsible enough and -

An idea popped into the magierprinz's mind. The demoness would feel a hand land on her shoulder as the magierprinz squeezed it slightly. If the elder seemed approving, Selvina would lead the two of them upstairs to where they could speak more privately. She didn't mind if the other two did follow, but she would rather have this temporary condition remain as private as possible.

Then she tried to broadcast the most you are the only one who can do this/I need you look she could manage into the other girl's eyes. "And Lyssa ... I actually need your help with something. These recent changes are ... unusual, and I could use some guidance in being ... you know. Different." Selvina was surprised by how genuine the next part of her request seemed though. "Because you are really adorable and I figured if I'm going to be stuck like this, perhaps I should learn how it works from the master, right?"

[Assistant]
Lunalel Lightsword and Eith

Eith took the ear scratches and pushed into it a little bit. It wasn't all too bad to have a servant scratch you behind the ears every now and then. The Shellagh then looked into Selvina's apologetic face as she mentioned she was depending on Eith. The dog's ears went straight up as she nodded, "Sure." It was the master's job to take care of the servant in times of danger after all. If master and servant worked together, much could be accomplished.

Luna looked around. If they were going to sit around here all day, she had little to do than sharpen her sword and talk. She didn't feel like leaving the house and deal with possible riff-raff. Perhaps she could prepare in other ways. "Elder." The Knightess said as she turned to the old man. "You mentioned 'gods' and 'creatures', would there be anything you could tell me about that. If I have to fight, I fight. I would prefer not to do such a thing if possible though. I'd like to avoid a dangerous position if possible. If not so, knowledge of what we would face would behoof us in the coming struggle." Luna said, with a bit on melancholy in her voice. "That said, should you have questions you believe I could answer, do not reluct in asking."


[System]
Age: 28
Picture:

Role: Family (Cousin)
Occupation: CEO of New World Traders Group
Personality:
Jacob is a hard-ass. Anyone who knows him from work will tell you he's a tough man to love, an easy man to like and a good man to respect. He pushes his employees to work to the bone but will sit right next to them during an all-nighter eating take-out. This has earned Jacob the reputation of a fair leader. He grants his employees extended paid leave, medical insurance and is always down to listen if there is something important going down in your life. Be it a wedding or a funeral. In return he asks them to give him every minute they can spare. Merges get shorter deadlines than the industry standard dictates. Deals are sharper and he's not afraid to yell at an employee for screwing up.

At home, where he isn't often, he is spent quite often. He lives in a pretty small villa for the area's standard, but as he lives alone he's happy with not having a too big house. He often tries to relax, not looking up any excitement like partying because he knows he got plenty of "excitement" at work. He rarely gets visited too. By all accounts of his employees, he pretty much lives like a hermit. Which isn't entirely true. He won't slam the door in your face if you come ringing. He's welcoming, but rarely will he ever invite someone over.

Bio:
Born from Leonel Darcy and Samantha Upenheimer, Jacob's future was planned until his 50th birthday by the moment he was born. As second son he was destined for a world of hard work at another company than the Darcy Bank. For his brother would inherit the CEO chair. In his early life, he never fully understood what that meant. Still, he was groomed to fulfill an important role in the high society of the world. From an early age he was enrolled in the Lacrosse and judo club. Teaching him physical and mental discipline. To enhance his mind even more, they taught him how to play the piano at home. All in all, Jacob's early life was filled with activities. Most he liked. Those he did, he never lasted in for long.

His older brother, Darell, seemed a lot more carefree. Despite going through the same kind of grooming, Darell appeared to still have a lot of free time. To Jacob this meant he was just far better at it so he had to practice less. Pushing himself to become more like his older brother, Jacob kept going with the activities well into high school. He had a few friends there, but nothing worthwhile. When Jacob turned 18, Darell suddenly announced he would leave for Hawaii. His parents were utterly flabbergasted by this. Suddenly their heir and oldest son vanished. This sent them into a depression that was kept behind closed doors, even for the family. For another 2 years, when Jacob was at college, their marriage deteriorated. Until his mother simply vanished. This drove his father towards alcohol.

In the meantime, in absence from his own family, Jacob rose to new heights. He graduated from Harvard with a degree in Advanced Economics. He got a junior job at the NWTB (New World Traders Bank) and showcased his talent and hard work. Which made him a blip on the seniors from the NWTG, the umbrella corporation of all the NWT-institutes. They gave him a shot as Junior Manager and he swiftly rose the ranks even there. Now, in a time of computer advancement and the requirements of fresh minds to keep the world flowing, the board of directors took a risky shot at promoting Jacob to CEO. So far, he has not let them down. Yet.

Now the family that he long left behind called on him again. His father is a miserable drunk and the worst part about that: he knows it. In a fit of desperation, he called his only remaining son, telling him the family honor would rest on him during the wedding. His father would only be a disgrace for his nephew, so Jacob would have to represent that side of the Darcys.

Any Other Information:
Drinks quite a bit of alcohol. This never affected his job and he can drink with moderation at an official company party or places like that. However, should one be foolish enough to put him in a club and he will start draining the bar down (and get obscenely drunk).

He smokes.

Likes:
-Alcohol
-The Piano
-Food
-Working out
-Smoking
-Being and feeling important
-Winning (either in sports back in the day or scoring a good deal)

Dislikes:
-Carelessness
-Laziness
-Stupidity
-Incompetence

[User]
6th August 2016: 7 days until the wedding

Sophia Mariah Mckenzie

It was a roasting Summers morning. Sophia awoke in the bed next to her best friend. She slid out from her 4 poster California King Bed. She stretched before heading into the shower. She could already hear the hussle and bustle in the house. It was now only 7 days until the wedding. 7 days left until she married her fiancé. 7 days until all the planning came to light. She smiled as she showered thinking about what they day ahead would have in store. She was going for a dress fitting, sorting the flowers and then spending the rest of her day on the beach. The beach was the very place that she would be marrying the love of her life. She couldn't help but shake off the feeling of nerves and butterflies though. Her life was going to change forever.

Amelia showered before changing into a loose white summery dress and white wedge sandals. Her hair was dried and curled and her makeup perfect. She headed downstairs talking to Nancy; The family's chef. She was busy preparing breakfast for the busy family. The downstairs of the house smelt of cinnamon from the pancakes and blueberry from the muffins raising in the oven.

[Assistant]
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"Love is when the other person's happiness is more important than your own."

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Quinn Mckenzie lay face down on her bed, her breathing deep and even. There was a gentle snuffling of air through her nose, but gradually as she rose from the nightmare and awareness grabbed hold of the consciousness, it became a wheezing and whining sound interspersed with violent trembling of her body. The tone of her breathing deepened but took on a rasping, scraping, spluttering and ragged tortured noise, shallow and rapid, lips trembling with each outlet of air, the intake fluttering as it struggled to infiltrate her constricted throat and feed the heaving lungs and palpitating heart. With a dropped jaw, buggy eyes, and sweaty palms, Quinn's hot, salty head popped up from the warm pillow in a heart-pounding state of emergency. After a split second of massively intense panic, it suddenly dawned on her.

It was all just a nightmare.

There she lay, face down on her royal blue bed sheets, fully clothed and body reeking; It was a pungent mix of Vodka, Hennessy, Tequila, and pure body odor. She'd attended a party the night before - a wild, yet terrifically enjoyable party - right after basketball practice. She'd only had a couple of drinks, less than usual; the odor had come from many drunk and clumsy teenagers, spilling their drinks all over Quinn's jeans. The spills were accidental, of course. She'd been so drained from partying and playing basketball that upon entering the house at four o'clock, she'd gone straight to bed. Her extremely tight skinny jeans and tank top made sleeping a bit uncomfortable, but not unbearable. When she finally sat up straight in bed, though, she noticed that her once bright and clean white jeans were now covered in stains.

Sun rays beaming in through the window was reflecting off the white walls, making her want to close her eyes again. She'd only gotten a few hours of sleep, but she knew that if she wasn't ready in time for the dress fitting. After a few minutes of absently staring at the wooden floors, Quinn finally stood up, yawning and stretching her arms above her head. Her muscles ached, and her legs were stiff, but she'd somehow made it all the way to her bathroom. She took a ten minute shower, the water slowly warming her body, soothing the ache that clawed at her limbs. The steam from the scorching hot water was thick and filled the air as the Quinn washed her body, hair, and face, slowly starting to come back to life. When she got out of the shower, she decided to blow dry her hair so that she wouldn't have to flat iron it later on. By the time she'd finished her morning routine and gotten dressed, it was nine o'clock, and the pleasant smell of cinnamon and blueberry filled her bedroom.

There were now seven days until the wedding; there were seven days before she'd have to put on a fancy dress and heels, wear makeup, curl her hair, and stand in the same spot for almost twenty minutes. Just thinking about it made her feet throb. She was excited, nonetheless, to see her big sister marry the guy of her dreams. She loved her sister very much, and would go to hell and back to see her happy. Quinn headed downstairs, her cell phone in hand and a smile on her face. She knew that Nancy was cooking up something good, just by the smell. When she got to the kitchen, she saw that her sister, Sophia was already awake. She was conversing with Nancy as she cooked. Quinn took a seat at the kitchen table, letting out one last final yawn.

"Good morning, Soph, Nancy." She tapped her fingernails on the table as she spoke, and let out a chuckle when her stomach let out a loud growl.

"Somethin' smells really good!"

[User]
It was early. Far too early. He wondered if Jack was even up yet. Or was he too early? Hell, was he actually invited? Sure, he was family. And his father actually had an invite. But did he get one? Jacob's dad was kind of vague on the details. The phone call came sudden. For a moment, Jacob wanted to just hang up. But something had compelled him to take the call regardless. He and his father rarely exchanged more than 2 sentences, but this time around all formalities were skipped. His cousin was to marry, and he was the only Darcy presentable enough to go there. After that his dad hung up. Jacob didn't try to call back.

Back then, he had walked several rounds around the house, smoking half a pack. Nervous as hell. What was he going to say? Maybe he should call Jack? He and Jack hadn't spoken in over eight years. Jacob never went to family reunions. For hours he stared at his phone. Only to eventually realize that he might as well just go and see what would happen. But of course he had to convince the Board first to let him go. And to his surprise, they did. In fact they allowed him to go for two whole weeks, instead of the 3 days he requested. The paperwork was cleared in an afternoon. Before Jacob fully realized it, he was on a plane heading for LA.

And now he was here, the next day. His BMW i8 was driven over, so at the very least he didn't have to miss his new, noble steed. An expensive piece of engineering but, more importantly, a gift from the Board after he closed the fiscal year 2015 with a profit in times of financial crisis. Once before the gate, he realized how little he remembered of the familial house. The Darcys have owned the complex for many years. Jacob didn't miss it. It was far too big for him.

As one big block of nerves he grabbed his phone, checking his e-mails. None. The company seemed to run smoothly without him. At least during the next. But for the first time, Jacob actually got frustrated that nothing went wrong. "C'mon man! It's just family. Damn I closed deals with god damned idiots from Silicon Valley. I shouldn't be stressed for this." In a fit of courage he drove up towards the gate, where the guard stopped him. "Jacob Darcy, checking in." The guard checked his list and then let the gate open. Jacob let out a sigh of relief. At the very least he was on some list.


[System]
Age: 15
Weapon:

What Did You Do To Get Your Soul Corrupted: Murder and Torture.
Other: Always has a fox mask with her

[User]
Tatsuo felt a cool blade on her throat. The skin broke and a drop of blood began to form, trickling down Tatsuo's neck. More blood began to flow down, standing the collar of Tatsuo's kimono. A fox mask fell from her face as Tatsuo began to crumple to the ground. She landed on top of her most recent and final victim. Her breath ragged, and shaky, Tatsuo reached for her mask in her dying moments, placing it on her face as the young girl's breath stopped. Her killer stood above her, admiring his work. He had killed a murderer. Justice had been served.

Tatsuo's eyes opened. She was at an altar. In a moment of panic, Tatsuo looked around for her mask, relieved when she found it was in her hands. Dread began to set in as questions arose in Tatsuo's mind. Where was she? Was she dead? What would happen now? Would Tatsuo find others or would she journey alone?

[Assistant]
"So you are finally awake"

A feminine voice said, a beautiful woman stepped out of the shadows. holding an open book, it's words were impossible for Tatsuo to understand.

"As you are thinking, you are dead, your corrupted soul ended up in the deepest part of reality, this is the Hell.

The woman got closer to Tatsuo and caressed her head with a smile.

"But worry not, I know a way to get out of here, that's if...you trust in your strength. If you die here in hell you will surely reincarnate as a snail or ant, but if we succed you will return to the living world as a human and then...well, take revenge."

The woman explained, then placed a scythe on Tatsuo's hand, knowing she would accept

[User] Tatsuo curled her hand around the scythe. Revenge. Such a sweet word. Sure this was hell, but hell offered revenge. And Tatsuo was going to take it. Tatsuo's smile widened. She felt better with a weapon in her hand. And a beautiful red scythe like this one felt just right.

[Assistant]
Scott ran dodging gun fire from a countless number of cops."Freeze!" One of them shouted. He ignored the cops statement and answered back by firing a gun he previously stole from a cop he just murdered. Scott ran to an intersection and pointed the gun at a car signaling the man in the car to get out. By now the cops cought up with Scott and surrounded him. Scott held the man as a hostage and aimed the gun at his head. "Let him go o-or will shoot!" A cop demanded. Scott laughed , he knew it was over but he didn't want to die in prison , he wanted to go out in a band. On a near by roof top a sniper was readying his gun for the signal to shoot. When Scott directed his gun at one of the cops everything seemed to be in slow motion. Before Scott could fully aim his gun one of the cops raised their hand and "BANG!" The sniper fired aiming directly for Scotts head killing him instantly as the bullet reached his head.

It all happened in the blink of an eye. Scott jolted up rubbing his head as if it was hit very hard. " What the....were am I?" He stood slowly looking around and noticed he was standing on a alter or something." Were ever I am it looks pretty cool." He smiled devilishly.

[User] Tatsuo looked down at her scythe. Admiring it. The red shade of the blade was beautiful. It wouldn't be stained with blood. Tatsuo put the scythe on her lap, Her white kimono clashing slightly with the red scythe.

[Assistant]
"Alright, it seems you have decided already. If that's the case then let's get going"
The woman said and opened the rotten wood door of the shrine the altar was in, as soon as she opened Tatsuo could feel the hot air of hell, much worst than any desert in the living world, the sky was bloody red, not possible to tell if it was day or night.
The woman walked out of the shrine

"I need you to find a key, well not a key, it's a sword, a really old one"
The woman said, she was about to keep talking but for some reason she didn't, suddenly she felt to the red sand, an axe stuck at the back of her head.

"Damn you killed her! She was really hot! We could have had fun with her!"
A huge man holding a sword said while walking from behind some big rocks.
Four other men appeared holding swords and daggers

"Sorry sorry! I didn't aim to her head!"
One of them said.

"Well...I guess this one will do.."
The huge man said while walking towards Tatsuo

_____________________________________-Scott's path_______________________________________

"You are in hell my dear~"
The dark haired woman seductively whispered in Scott's ear, then sat on his lap with a smirk.
"I hope you enjoy your stay in the deepest part of reality. It will be a long way to get out of here. If that is what you want"
She then wrapped a flail around his neck as if it was a scarf.
"But..I must warn you, if you die here in hell you will surely reincarnate as a bug or something worse."
The woman said knowing Scott would not get scared of something like that

[User] Tatsuo looked at the men, then back to the woman on the ground. An axe to the back of the head. Brutal and too messy. Kill four, let one live and torture him. That was Tatsuo's plan. Well, if you could call that a plan. Tatsuo ran towards the men, scythe in had. She needed o give the scythe a name. She would do that after the battle. For now, attack the legs of the men, make them fall, then make your move and kill.

[Assistant] "Hell...." Scott repeated to himself as a smile appeared on his face. He didn't mind being in a seducive situation but once he heard the dark haired beauty say he could die again that could only mean one thing." Excuse me, but if I can die again doesn't that mean I have to be killed?" He asked possibly knowing the answer." If so ,that means the same thing applys to my victim. Then I can kill who ever I won't and don't have to deal with any one bull shitting." Scott joyfully hugs the black haired woman." I'll happily enjoy my stay here!"

[User]
_____________________________________-Scott's path_______________________________________

"Oh my you are so full of energy~!"
The woman said a bit surprised by the hug and smiled from ear to ear. Once free from the hug she covered Scott with a thick gabardine.

"You better wear that or you'll freeze to the bones!"
She then covered herself with another gabardine and kicked the door of the shrine, a cold violent wind pushed her a little bit.
"Welcome to hell!"
She said and then walked out.

"Alright, firs of all, I need you to get a shield for me, not a common one. I would do it myself but I can't get close to it"

_____________________________________Tatsuo's path____________________________________

The huge man ran towards Tatsuo holding his sword high, he knew one hit was enough to cut the girl in half

[Assistant] Tatsuo saw the raised sword. She would need to dodge that. So Tatsuo went as fast as she could, darting around. She sliced the man's leg, running towards his companions. They would fall to her blade.

[User] James slowly awoke. "Damn...my head...where am I...?" He looked around, realizing where he was. "Oh yeah...that's right..." He remembered the feeling of the arrow entering his throat, and his life slowly draining from him. "Shit..." He slowly got up, looking around again.

[Assistant]
___________________________________________Tatsuo's path_______________________________

The huge man fell to the ground, screaming in pain, he could not believe such a petite girl cut slice his big fat leg off.
The others freaked out as soon as they saw this, they slowly stepped back and tripped.
"W-We are ead meat!"

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As soon as he got up the face of a woman appeared really close to his.
"Hello there, it looks like this place isn't for you. Lucky you, I can get you out of hell but first I need you to get something for me. However I must warn you, it will be a loooong adventure that will take you to the ends of hell, as if you die, well you will reincarnate as a bug.

The dark haired woman said, then place a weapon on James lap, she already knew he would accept

[User]
Tatsuo slid her mask over her face. She had a habit of wearing her mask when killing or torturing, it kept blood for falling on her face.
Tatsuo decided the largest man she would keep alive, the others were dead. Tatsuo ran over to the tipped men and sliced their necks. She then returned to the fallen man and sliced off his other leg. She wouldn't be running anywhere.

[Assistant] James's eyes seemed to shine as he saw the weapon and he grinned, getting up as he picked it up. "Hell yes."(no pun intended) He smirked. "I'll gladly fight my way through this damned place to get out."

[User]
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The huge man screamed even louder, he could not move anymore, he just waited death to come and so it happened, a sword pierced his head as if it was butter, the sword belonged to no other but the dark haired woman, who looked as if nothing happened to her.

"Seesh this guys are so annoying!

[Assistant]
Tatsuo looked up at the woman.
"Come on, you ruined the fun," she complained. Tatsuo wiped the blood of her scythe.
Satsugai-Sha
That would be the scythe's name. It meant 'slayer', a fitting title for a scythe.
"Oh, and how are you alive?" Tatasuo asked, confused.

[User]
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The woman looked at Tatsuo with cold eyes, as if she was another person,and in a way, she was.
She wiped the blood off her sword and sheathed it under her robes.
"Let's just say the "real me" is not able to get in the underworld, and even if she did she would not be able to get out. However she found a way to interact with the underworld, that way is us: Doppelgängers. However we are not as strong as the original"

The woman explained, then continued walking not interested if Tatsuo followed her or not

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"Then Let's get going!"

The woman pushed James of the altar, making him hit the dusty floor with his face.
he quickly opened the door of the shrine. As soon as she did a purple liquid started to get in.
The woman looked outside and saw something that looked like an octopus, a really really huge octopus.

"Well....Show me if you are worthy my time..."

[Assistant]
Tatsuo followed the woman.
"Dopplegangers? Like shadow clones?" she asked. Tatsuo had a slight linguistic downside. She was fifteen, Japanese, and not exactly from modern Japan. However Tatsuo did know a lot about samurai and ninjas. That was fun.


[System]
AGE: 28
GENDER: Male
ZONE: N/A

PERSONALITY: Eli will initially come across as the type who's snarky, work-focused, and quick to take charge of almost any situation. At his core, however, he's a decent person. Years of constant working, guiding Somniatis agents into the unknown, and losing trust in people he once looked up to, have all left him in a state of mind that does not easily allow things like friendships and admirations to grow. But behind all that is a man who desires nothing more than to see both himself and those he works with succeed in all their endeavors, and he will often go to surprising lengths to see such things through to the end. While it is never immediately apparent, he does care about the wellbeing of the Zoners, if only so that they can maintain their capability and willingness to continue fighting.

HISTORY: Elias Winzer, otherwise known as Eli, or "Operator", is the appointed leader of Somniatis' ongoing effort to construct a defense against the otherworldly beings appearing on Earth. He is the man in charge of locating Zoners across the globe, sending agents to retrieve them, welcoming them to the facility, accommodating them to the facility, and guiding them in their excursions into the Zones. He is the only known individual capable of operating the Nexus Projector, the machine that allows the Zoners to enter any Zone at any time, at the cost of reduced power effectiveness.

As far as he is willing to say, Eli has been with Somniatis for years now, and was a supporting figure in the construction of the Nexus Projector alongside the group's founder, Robert Kilander, who passed away just under two years ago. Beyond all that, you won't get much without asking politely.

APPERANCE
* PHYSICAL:
* IN-ZONE: N/A

POWERS
* NEXUS: N/A
* REM: N/A

OTHER: Nothing of note. Yet.

[User]
Lenora Puglesivic

Well, Lenora, Mom was right. You didn't say your prayers before bed and now you've been kidnapped by secular humanists, just like she said.

The thought bounced wryly around her head as Lenora returned the spork to her pocket. It had been years since she had spoken to any member of her immediate family. She had a few cousins who had also left the faith, but she didn't have much in common with them. So, unlike most people there, the thought of her family hadn't even occurred to her until Eli brought it up.

Well. What did she have to lose? She only bothered to work so that she could fund her hobbies. The dreams were interesting enough to count as a hobby. If she could get someone to pay her room and board while she was here, then she didn't have a problem with the situation. Much. She still might attempt escape - Nora wasn't super thrilled at the idea of secret compounds - but for now, she was comfortable going along with the project.

"I'll go," she said. "I don't have to be from the red city, right? I mean, dream myself there? Because my dreams are of the maze-factory."

[Assistant]
Henry Olin

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"It's my home turf, and being in the zone is a million times better than being in a damn wheelchair. So I'm in." Miriam piped up. Henry, who was still rubbing his knee like the bitch he was, also raised a hand. "I've been hearing way to much about the other zones and the Nexus. I've been waiting for two weeks to get in on it. Sign me up." Henry said, raising his hand AGAIN. He knew that when he showed up he would be different than his REM form. But he also knew some other things that would occur with some work. So he wanted to get in on that as soon as he could.

"Hey Eli," Henry said out loud. "What kind of stuff are we going to be facing in Zone One? Some people might want to know what they're going to be up against!" He shouted. He knew full well what they would be facing. Denizens were the equivalent of innocent civilians, while aggressors were their enemy. Big and red and on fire and armed to the teeth. Not fun to deal with, at least by the sounds of it. "Also, should we be expecting anything different from the Nexus projector that wouldn't occur in normal sleep?"

Miriam on the other hand, was ecstatic. She didn't know anything regarding the Nexus or REM stages, at least not yet. She however, did know that in Zone One, she was unstoppable. She wasn't as offensive as Julian or some of the other zoners despite being a fire wielder, but she couldn't be touched by their weapons. She was made of condensed ash and smoke. If they shot her, she just reformed. Her body wasn't affected by things such as bullets or blades. Rather things like water or slime. This mission would be a walk in the park, and an excuse to flex her muscles to show that cancer girl might be a bitch, but she was no wimp.

[User]
Jazz
Location: Unknown

Jazz is satisfied with Bobby's answer, as well as the other man's. She then turns to see their gracious, yet slightly snobby looking host walk in through the door and begin to talk about why they are here. He flashes up pictures of the places where others had been in their dreams, but the foggy wilderness stabs at her heart like a knife. She gasps slightly, grabbing a seat with a shaking hand. She recognizes the wilderness from her own dreams and she imagines those creatures that she has seen in them. It is not a pleasant sight. She looks up as he asks for volunteers to go into the first Zone: the red city. This would be a good chance for her to do some research and studying of these so called "Zones". It's not like she had much to lose.

"I'll go!" she says, standing up quickly. "I'm originally from the foggy wilderness, but this is much more exciting, especially if I get to explore." She smiles and pushes her glasses up on her nose as she looks around at the other people who volunteered: the girl in the wheel chair, another girl and the spastic boy who keeps waving his hand. She smiles. This would be a fun group to go with, but she would some how have to sneak away so she could explore.

[Assistant]
The conversation had long since died to a lull by the time the cafeteria doors opened once more. The procession of service bots indicated that it wasn't just another abductee and the fact that the man at the end didn't wear the scrubs every other occupant had on solidified that. He wondered if the robots would be able to do anything if there were some unhappy souls amongst the two hundred or so individuals around, but quickly surmised that other safety measures had been put in place. Thankfully the "presentation" got underway far quicker than the man in charge had arrived, otherwise Julian likely would have caused an incident. It was one thing to be kidnapped by an organization to face a very real threat. It was another to be kept waiting rather than be promptly briefed.

Although given how roundabout this Eli was making the explanation, the urge to interrupt and simply tell the man to get on with it was hard to clamp down on. A quiet sigh was had when the point was finally made and Julian raised his head as the room's lights flicked back on. With a shrug he stood up among the many still seated around him. "Suppose it's my home turf too." It was rare that Julian worked with others in the "dreamscape", so he didn't particularly care too much about the other volunteers. Still...

It'd be interesting to see what abilities the blonde manifested given she was from the third zone, and he'd yet to hear anything about it. The pudgy kid had his head on right he supposed, the questions were good ones, even if his attitude was rather cheerful for the morbid task ahead. He had no idea who Miriam was in the Zone given the drastic appearance shifts that could occur, so he reserved judgement. The last girl seemed to have her priorities mixed up and her head in the clouds, but, small frown aside, he kept quiet and turned his attention back to Eli.

Now hopefully this was done in a more timely manner than Eli had arrived.

[User]
Good enough number of volunteers so far. Hopefully, more would chime in. Henry's questions (both of which he already knew the answers to, he just wanted to make a good impression on the new arrivals) would be a decent attention grabber. So, he began to speak aloud once more.

"Zone 1, you've got the Aggressors. Sure a lot of you in the red scrubs have seen them plenty of times. Flaming skin... usually. They carry guns, they travel in packs, and a good deal of them have got powers just the same as you. Surveillance team has picked up footage of several sub-types, most likely all of which you'll be encountering relatively soon."

"And what about the Nexus Projector?" Henry asked with a hint of a fake smile. He knew full well the answer they'd be given. Eli sighed before he continued.

"The Nexus Projector will allow any of you Zoners... that's the title we gave you... to enter a connected hub space between each of the three Zones. From there, you can step into any one you want, regardless if it's your home Zone or not. You can stay connected as long as you want, and the machine has a built-in, fail-safe ejection system that'll boot out anyone who's vitals on the other side get too low. That's all well and good... but there is one catch. The Nexus Projector puts you in a sort of pseudo-stasis in order to maintain a neural link with the surveillance and comm systems. So, you're not fully asleep. Because of that, your connection to the Zones is... a little weaker than usual. Don't know what that'll mean for you individually... but we'll find out in a bit so don't worry about it."

He crossed his arms again before continuing. "Any more questions, Olin?" He said aloud to the group, "Or can I get some more volunteers? C'mon, people!"


[System]
Age: 17
Gender: Female

Appearance: Brilliant, innocent yellow eyes, and pale skin. A petite brunette through and through, at 4'9" and 113lbs. Usually wears a yellow sundress, with a purple, velvet, wide rimmed sunhat, red rimmed glasses and brown sandals.

Personality: A shy, caring, soft-spoken girl that will do what needs to be done, but won't break past her morals. When she speaks, she always has a stutter that gets worse the more aggitated she gets. Quick to anger, quick to forgive, her temper is a unnatural break from her introverted personality, and her anger simultaneously annihilates her stutter entirely, only to return when her temper controls itself. Has the most adorable glare you've ever seen.

First Weapon: A giant, double handed battle-axe that she can somehow carry and swing normally with her tiny arms

Starting Power: Glamour - The user envelopes herself and anything attached to her with a shield of pure light that lays ontop of the surface of whatever is within it, allowing her to either fade into her surroundings, or cause a bright flash that can equal looking straight at the sun in intensity. She can only "fade" if she stands still, because moving would cause anomalies in the air, and only for 10 minutes before becoming exhaused. Adding another object to the "fade" will divide the time by the number of objects. Also, she only has enough energy to use "flash" 3 times a day, each one using up a third of her energy everytime she used it.

ID: B-012

[User]
Pacts were a very strange thing. They were frequently created within the Tower, but not everyone is conscious of them and what they are. They are the ties that bind two souls together, and create a link that makes the souls part of each other. This binding can be initiated and accepted in many forms, as it is a part of internal matters, not external. It is not only an agreement, but also a conversation of the heart. So, when Aya said those seven words in order to calm the little girl named Mira, it was the key to opening the bond between them. The moment Mira had accepted those feelings, the commitment the teen had foolishly made, the Pact was set in stone.
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Pact request accepted.
Initiating bonding procedure.
...
Warning: Enemy Programs Detected.
Engaging Strife Perimeter Program.
---

[Assistant]
Magnus nods his head and begins to walk again, perhaps he gained a new ally"shiro, huh?" He perks his sword on his shoulder once again. "neat name, we should probably hurry" He begins to pick up the pace, eager for at least something interesting.

However the sight he saw was not what he expected, when they arrived in sights view of the two, he assumed the younger, pink haired, girl caused the scream. Yet all was clam now

[User]
Aya sighed in relief, as the younger girl returned the hug, the teen's dress becoming wet with tears that didn't seem as heavy as before. Thank goodness, the little pinkette had calmed down. However, the situation turned for worse, as the figure of a teen with a sword appeared, along with another shilouete not far behind. At the same time, noticed through a distortion of light caught in the corner of her eye, a translucent barrier started to form from the sky above them, slowly coming down over the plaza.

 Aya gulped, the hand that earlier comforted the little girl in her lap came to rest upon the handle of the black battle-axe. If it wasn't bad enough, shadowy figures started to appear from the alleyways, low, canine growls and light, demented chuckles coming from the new arrivals. There were seven of them. Six of them seemed to be a variety of dogs, but they had this unnatural quality to them, as if they didn't truly exist, along with a savagery that wasn't usually seen upon such a creature. Same for the last arrival of the strange sextuplet, an older man with a clashing expression of empty eyes and a mocking grin. The Thug was holding a battered baseball bat that seemed to have several nails poking out of it. Aya's and the young pinkette's phones started to ring, and if she heard right, the other teen's phone, almost at the same time as the arrival of the new figures. Aya opened her bag and reviewed the messages on her phone, noticing some text messages about a Pact and a "Strife Perimeter". What truly caught her attention was the newest message that had probably just appeared on the other two's phones as well.
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New mission received!

Defeat the 7 Enemy Programs

Success: Your Continued Survival
Failure: Deletion
---

[Assistant]
Shiro paused a moment, hm, he'd expected his new friend to reciprocate with his own name. Whatever, he could just call him sword guy. After a few more turns they found two girls huddled together. Then his new phone buzzed and Shiro quickly glanced at it, enemy programs?His confusion was somewhat abated when he saw the the weird dog creatures suddenly appear around them. Alright, so they were playing a game of some kind. That was alright, Shiro was pretty good with games. He took a few steps forward and stood next to the two girls, staff held protectively in both hands. "I don't mean to butt in gals, but it looks you've got some unwanted company." The odds were 7-4, but the four of them looked as though they had better weaponry compared to the dog guys. Of course a club could still smash your skull in, but they would just have to try to avoid that.

Shiro considered tactics for a moment. Well the most obvious thing to do was engage them one at a time before they had a chance to use their numbers to greater advantage. To that end Shiro charged the closest one, not the leader looking dude. He hurled his backpack at the thing's stomach, let out a fierce, unintelligible yell, then quickly swung his metal pole in a devastating overhead swing at the dog guy's head. Given that it was successful he would turn around and guard himself from the ones that would doubtless be coming in behind him. If not he would keep swinging as hard as he could, relying on strength and speed more than skill to overwhelm the one in front of him before he could get flanked.

[User]
Magnus follows right after his new found friend, and attacks the closest Dog being. He stabs his sword towards the stomach of the beast, then slices upwards towards the head. He frowns remembering that he forgot to share his name with his companion, he'll have to do that later.

He swipes in a circular shape to fend off the attacks from himself, he keeps a eye on the area around him. While fighting, he begons to make his way towards shiro and the two girls, the older of which has now brought out a very large battle-axe

[Assistant]
Aya watched the two teens go after a few of the Hounds. Thank goodness, they're on her side. She shoulders her battle-axe, getting up from her position next to the little girl. She has never been in a single fight before, never wielded a weapon in her life, but this entire situation and the weapon in her hand felt as natural as breathing. The Hound that the black haired teen weighed in against had dodged the backpack that was thrown at it, but had been so focused on the object that it didn't notice the follow-up, being hit right on the cranium and falling to the floor. Aya wasn't sure if it was dead or not, and was surprised at non-chalant behavior she was exhibiting at the sight.

The second teen had tried a stab at another of the Hounds, but he had missed, the beast hopping to the side of the blade. Aya had no doubt that it would had ripped the boy's throat if he hadn't swung his blade to fend off a would-be-attacker. As he started to run towards Aya and her charge, the Hound had taken the open chance to try and leap onto the teen's back, another Hound not far behind. The Thug and one of the unengaged Hounds had started to run to the black-haired teen's position, the Thug swinging his bat vertically from the right to try and smash the teen's chest cavity, and the Hound aiming a swipe with it's right claws to hopefully rake at the teen's left leg tendons down low. The last two Hounds turned their sights on Aya and the pinkette, both of them growling and stalking closer and closer. The brunette teen pushed the younger girl behind her, holding her Axe infront with a single hand, the other keeping the little girl behind. "S-stay close. I s-said I'll protect you." She stuttered out. There was no way that these beasts would hurt the pinkette. She gave her word, and was going to keep it. With a wordless battle cry, Aya raised her battle axe to bare, holding it with both hands, and committed to a horizontal swing of her massive weapon against one of her foes.

[User]
Shiro felt a bit of sadness as the beast crumpled to the ground. He hoped it wasn't dead, even if it might've wanted to eat them. He turned to see sword guy had followed him and was now beset by more of the beasts. Shiro took a step to help but was stopped by enemies of his own. He was torn for a moment, sword guy needed help but there was no way Shiro could get past these guys fast enough. Frustrated and driven by instinct Shiro raised a hand open-palmed towards the oncoming enemies.

He exhaled loudly and felt a drain of energy, as though he'd just sprinted a hundred meters and sand blasted out of his hand, blinding the two seeking to attack him as well as the second hound that was closing in on sword guy. He had to take care of these dummies before he could help anymore so he once more swung his metal pole in a massive two-handed smash on the Thug's head. He didn't really want to kill anyone but he had little choice in the matter. In another moment he would replicate his action on the other one, hoping it would be blinded long enough to let him finish it off as well, before moving to help sword guy.

[Assistant]
Magnus follows the blast of sand with surprise, that was certainly new to him. As he turned he noticed the other hound, he had been careless. He stops as quickly as he possibly could. during his slide to a stop, he spins his sword in his hand and plunges it towards the blinded dog.

No feelings of remorse were in his heart as he attempted to plunge his sword through the blinded dogs skull. If one was looking into his eyes at the time, no warmth would be there, only cold and anger.

[User]
She didn't know what in the world just happened. One moment, she was covered in wondrous warmth, lost in love's embrace. The next, she was thrust away from her heaven and sent straight back into reality: a broken world where the sky is an unnatural orange, and the sun a sinister red. The brunette angel, whose hands had once been wrapped around her and sharing in their warmth, now held a weapon of massive size, which she used to try and cut down a pair of feral looking dogs. Off in the distance, two older teens were fighting another group of Hounds, along with a man that wielded a baseball bat. Mira's mind quickly caught up, re-evaluating her situation as well as an eight year old could. She was dead, but not alone as she thought, instead being brought alive again and living in a world where animals attack people... That's really hard to take in with such little time.

A Hound, not being pressured by Aya's massive weapon, instead maneuvered around the teen in favor of the weaker looking prey: Mira. The young girl screamed in fear, ducking under a long pounce by sheer instinct, and starting to run away from the beast that soon recovered from it's leap. In her retreat, she stumbled over something and fell to the ground, scuffing her knees and elbows as she impacted the gravel. Tears of pain welled up in her eyes, as she looked down at what had tripped her. The weapon sitting innocently under her foot. A loud snarl alerted her to the Hound's advance, charging at her with an open mouth of sharp teeth, and eyes burning with hunger. In a feat that she would later be unable to recreate, she hooked the handle of the gun with her foot, and threw it towards her open hand. With one smooth movement, she aimed the gun at the Hound's head, exhaled to calm her hand, and fired a single round straight through it's skull.

The Hound let out a single whimper, then fell to the ground, it's earlier momentum carrying it a few more feet towards the pinkette. Said pinkette was currently sweating bullets, nearly hyperventilating with the speed of her inhales and exhales. She started to feel a liquid soak her ankles, and as she looked towards her feet she saw a stream of blood leading to the Hound's open wound. Was that... blood? Then the girl understood what she just did. She had just killed something. It didn't matter what it was trying to do, the fact is that she killed it. She vomited onto the pavement, her teary violet orbs locked onto the dead Hound's clouded ones.

[Assistant]
Aya finally tagged the Hound she was attacking, having taken three other swings of her weapon before hand and taking it out with her fourth. The weapon shred straight through it's body, going through one side and out the other like a knife through butter. The two sides fell to the ground, and after a few seconds the dead body exploded into pixels. Heaving her weapon up and resting it on her shoulder, the brunette lets out a sigh of relief. Now, there was only one more on her side... which was no where in sight. Her eyes widen exponentially, turning around only to see and hear a loud gunshot, a bullet burning a clean hole through the other Hound's head. The source of the bullet was a now-in-shock Mira, who started to vomit onto the ground because of her actions. Dropping her weapon, the older teen wrapped the younger girl up in a hug once more, carrying the girl away from the exploded pixels of a now disappeared corpse and a puddle of upchucked food. She sat down, keeping the girl in her lap and head at her chest, trying to calm the girl down as she looked over the situation of the other teens.

Only to look away as the tanned teen shoved his blade straight through a Hound's skull. He's okay.

She instead checked on the other teen, and nearly stopped comforting the girl in her arms at the sight. The Hound that tried to bite him was now scratching at it's eyes, trying to dislodge some kind of dust that somehow appeared on it's face. The Thug, however, was the real pressing issue. The black haired teen had at some point swung at the Thug's head, only for the Thug to take the blow surprisingly well, and use the contact to hold the boy's pipe in place. The Thug's club was raised in order to follow through with a randomly thrown overhead swing, which would probably be followed by another few random swings if he didn't get the teen with the first hit. He was as blinded as the Hound, only difference was that he had a firm hold on the teen's pole.


[System]
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Rank: Noble
Species: Human
Appearance: Miral stands at about five foot nine without heels on and is of a rather slender build, though there are muscles in those slender arms. She has tanned skin from spending a good amount of time outside training with her cousin. She had a few scars on her arms and a couple of her thighs from her getting too cocky, and him reminding her of her place as far as fighting goes. She has long blonde hair and she keeps it in a wrap of sorts to keep it out of the way. She is of high breeding though so she has smooth skin, aside from her scars, and typically has on at least a little powder to try and reign in her tan. Her eyes are typically hazel, but they turn a fiery orange whenever she's casting magic.
Personality: Miral is a "take no crap" kind of gal. She knows what she wants, and she takes it. She is a fierce competitor that will never surrender in a fight or a challenge, even if she's losing- you're going to have to knock her out or completely obliterate her chances of victory before she'll stop. She's also more of an ask forgiveness, not permission person; she doesn't have time for you to decide if she's allowed to do it, but she can stand and listen to a lecture when she's finished if she wasn't supposed to. She's always been high-born, her parents pampering her and honing her magic skills so that she can stay in the high society, so she's got an inherent over developed sense of self-worth, but she also has a strong drive to improve herself and continue learning new magicks so that she can climb the ladder. She isn't satisfied with "enough" if there is more to be had. She's stubborn, willful, and passionate, though aside from her cousin, she hasn't learned how to have a sense of camaraderie with others.
History: Miral, as previously mentioned, was born with a silver spoon. From the moment she first showed her ability to use magic, she had the best tutors that the city had to offer. Her parents were pleased with where they were in society. They were high enough to be pratically nobles, but not high enough that they had to deal with the inner politics of the castle. For Miral, it was like listening to crazy people when they talked about where they were being "good enough." She quickly outgrew her tutors and began getting books from the university- the place where scholars honed and created new magicks for people to learn, a sort of high society of their own as people understood they were the reason for the city's advancement. She would study and study and hone her skills until she herself was worthy of competing for her own place in society.
Her parents couldn't argue with her determination, even if they hadn't wanted an elevated position. They had to move up with her as her skills outgrew their rank, but with this mission, she is proving herself an adult ready of being free from her parents watch, which will allow them to thankfully move back down in society. When they moved up in the world, they decided that Miral would need some sort of protection to watch her back against those who would play dirty to get ahead (Black magic and blood magic are forbidden taboos, but that doesn't mean people don't still try to use them), and so they hired someone they knew they could trust. They hired her cousin Ryfon. Ryfon had zero magical capabilities, but he was more than capable with just about any weapon. He and Miral would train together, and she became increasingly frustrated that while she excelled in magic beyond most adults capabilities, he would school her with his sword skills. So she decided she too would learn to use a weapon, though Ryfon insisted since his whole purpose was to protect her that she would use something that would allow her to keep some distance between her and her enemy.
With Ryfon's guidance and her own wild determination, she became rather proficient with a heavy ended pike. She discovered spells that could help back the weapon lighter in her hands and also some that could set the thing ablaze. She and Ryfon became quite close through their training so when Miral heard of this venture and that the lower class could accompany them, one for each noble, she signed Ryfon up with her, not really asking if she was allowed to as she would have no one else watching her back.
Extra: Her main spell set, though she knows a good deal more, is creating an area that burns anything that enters it, using fire as sort of a booster to move her forward (a launcher so to speak), her two main weapons spell, creating a hot air vortex that can essentially cook an opponent if they stay in it long enough, and if she can get her hand on someone/something, she can set it on fire from the inside (Not a spell she uses often, but she uses it more than others).

Name: Ryfon Valtoris
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Rank: Servant/Guard
Species: Human
Appearance: Ryf, as he goes by for short, stands at exactly six foot out of armor. He typically has a tan when he's been training a lot, though he doesn't tan as easily as his cousin. He keeps his dirty blonde hair at about mid-length and short on the side. He almost always has a little bit of stubble, but his face hair grows slow so he just tends to trim it so he doesn't look like a child with it completely gone. He has an 'x' scar over his right eye, though he will never say how he got it. He is fairly muscular from training and just in general preferring to be in shape.
Personality: Ryfon is the definition of the silent type. Through his military training, the idea was beaten into his head that you only speak when spoken to. His family was not one of the ones willing to risk their reputations for a nonmagic child and so he was basically disowned at a young age, handed off to some other nonmagic relative, so he doesn't really form attachments with people easily. He keeps his head down, but stays alert always to what's around him, both physically with what people are doing, but also to what they're saying and he can sometimes even pick up on what people are feeling, just through observation. He plays on the fact that people treating him like he's invisible to serve a purpose. That being said, he is fiercely loyal to anyone he does form a connection to and would lay down his life to save someone he cares for. He's a little more upbeat and just a tad bit more talkative when he's in his cousin's company since she has allowed him to open up so much in their time together, but when there are other people around or it's a serious moment, his stern, stone cold expression returns.
History: Ryfon lived with his parents for about five years. At that point, his parents decided he would never use magic as he had shown no potential to thus far. They sent him with a servant to their family in the slums and never contacted him again. He was young and for the first year, he was terribly depressed even with everything his new family did to try and cheer him up. But in the slums, getting help from a healer, or even a merchant that sells poultices and potions is difficult and costly, so his family didn't last him long here either. He was eight when the last member of the family he'd been sent to died. He didn't tell anyone that he was alone once their bodies had been removed (all bodies of the poor are cremated to prevent the temptation of necromancy, the rich have warded graves and sarcophagi to keep that sort of stuff from happening), and spent two years lived through thievery and being a pickpocket.
Just as he was getting good at it, the guards in the slums caught him. Upon learning he had no family to send him to with a scolding, the guards decided to give him a better way of life- an option at being better than he had been. He didn't argue, he got food and a bed, why should he? They didn't push him hard while he was still considered a child, but they did push him, helped him get a leg up now so that as he got older, he could finish his training with ease. He spent his entire teenage life in those barracks, training day in and day out, occasionally going on patrols to get the idea of what to expect while out himself. However, he could not officially call himself a guard of the Empire until he was 20.
He spent five years as a guard, honing his skills further and become a weapon's master's apprentice once he'd shown skill and knowledge of all the different weapon types. However, just as he was about to take up the apprenticeship, his uncle came calling on him. He couldn't turn it down as much as he wanted to, you just didn't do that kind of thing. He answered the call and wanted to groan aloud when he was told he was guarding his cousin, who looked as snooty and uptight as they came. Just as things were finally going his way. But his cousin proved to be better than he expected. She was horrible at first, demanding him to do this and that, but he got her back when they trained. He was better at something than the mage, imagine that- and oh how it riled her. She made a demand that this time he was glad to follow through with. He came to enjoy his cousin's company as she did not treat him like some servant anymore- she finally respected him and his abilities in their own right, though she could never admit that in front of company without her reputation going to shambles. And he didn't want that for her because he couldn't deny she had worked hard to get to her place. He did not argue when she signed up for this life or death journey, gladly willing to go with her and make sure she made it back to keep showing those "stodgy old sages" that she was as strong as any mage in their crystal and steel tower.
Extra: He is ambidextrous in the sense he can wield a weapon in both hands, he can't really write much at all, much less with his left. He prefers a greatsword or a broadsword to any other weapon, though the greatsword allows for slightly faster swinging in a pinch.

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Upon getting into the carriage, Elias had edged himself as far away as possible from the others, pressing himself against the far end of the vehicle by a small window. The boy was not pleased with being stuffed inside a carriage with the same people he had just squabbled with, and he found himself even less pleased when a filthy looking girl and a dog crammed themselves into the carriage. Elias wished he had brought a horse- although the Beauvallet's horses were more like pets than transportation. His mother spoiled those animals rotten anyway. He doubted she would let him bring one for the journey.

Elias did his best to ignore the others, pulling out a large leather-bound tome from his bag and positioning it up to his face so he couldn't see the riffraff near him. He looked quite uncomfortable, even ridiculous, pressed against the edge of the carriage with the huge book covering his face, but he found it quite convenient. If he closed his eyes, he could pretend he was outside on horseback with his fellow nobles, impressing them with his knowledge and expertise.

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The group must have finally started moving, as one of them had caught up to him. A small one, well smaller one. Most seem small to it, but this one reminded him of a small deer. Does it startle the same? No matter, it has asked it a question, a simple but loaded question. The girl knew not the weight of the question, but now was not the time for metaphorical questions of identity.

"The Warden."

Rather than await her response, it opted to levitate a bit higher off the ground. Almost the height of a horse. For a moment it seemed to slow its pace, as arc of electricity began to run along the nearby structures, winds began to seem to push away from the suit.

"Faster"

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LaMontiya was riding along though she looked a bit perturbed, likely because this horse was a horse...and not a teleportation spell that would easiiiiily save them countless hours. But magical wards and the uncertainity of the crag likely would make it more dangerous, not to mention that the more novice mages in the party would likely not handle the long distance travels. But then again if they died from the stress were they really ready for such a venture.
She noted the late arrival with a raised brow, "Oh look someone who can't keep up with the hours of the day...That bodes well." Not that she was truly worried, it was more to get the thought out of here head so she could have the confidence that she got her opinion out there for any who could hear it.

Suddenly her horse reared back, almost throwing her off! "Wh-what?" Something had startled the beast! As LaMontiya got herself straightened she felt her raising slightly?! Looking about the source of the strange occurance looked like a beacon!

"Faster"

Growing energy and the vocal cue made it clear he was likely about to start going far faster than the horses could go! Not to mention probably be far to noticeable for this some what quiet journey.

"Darling! Darling wait a moment! Do you understand that this is supposed to be low-profile?! Miss Valtoris, can second my opinion. Let alone the damage your about to do to the road! If I have to ride a horse you have to go a speed that the rest of us can match as well!"

A bit of worry trailing onto her rather irritated pleading. A lot of emotions in such a short time!

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Miral had been looking back at their newest recruit coming along before she heard the noise of the Warden gearing up and LaMontiya's panic. She sighed heavily, why could no one just behave?

"Warden, you are instructed to stay your pace!" She said firmly, knowing the thing would only respond to certain command cues and hoped she had enough authority to stay the thing, "Our horses cannot go that fast, you cannot go "faster"," she said firmly, not needing the map to take off into the sunset. The last thing she wanted was to either be lost with this lot or have to go get a new map.

Seeing that most, if not all, the companions that would be in the cart were onboard, Ryfon started to go the same speed as those who were on the horses. He got a visual cue from Miral that he was allowed to speak in their current company and nodded before looking back at those behind him, "I would suggest not sitting too close to the edge or standing up while we're moving. Obvious statements, I'm sure, but I feel it best to say them nonetheless," he didn't want anyone getting hurt. As far as he was aware the little girl was the only one who could heal them, and that fact within itself was troubling, "Also, I'm sure you're aware, sir, that reading while riding is likely to make you sick," he said to the young protesting nobleman that he could tell Miral just really wanted to knock into shape. He'd have to be really careful about keeping her temper in check during this journey. To display his point, she had turned to the other noble.

"Speak with a little more of the authority you're due else no one is going to take you seriously," she said with a twinge of annoyance, "Not quite to the point of the rugrat, but enough that you actually think you have some authority at least," she waved her hand at the cart and then looked at the late arrival that had a horse, "And you don't go poking your nose where it doesn't go," she wanted to nip that searching of the warden in the bud now. She did not want to have to waste time explaining that, though if he didn't reign it in, she wasn't going to have much choice.

She did have to say she relieved that they were finally moving forward. The sooner they reached the deadwood and were through it, the better. Maybe they could avoid dealing with any of the nasty beasties that were rumored to wander its shadows.


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Age: 17
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 Personality:

Her personality at first glance might look somewhat like that of your typical snotty upper class British lady at the time. But make no mistake. She wasn't like that at all in her core. She certainly valued those of the lower class, as long as they behaved decently and properly, of course.

She acted cold against others, thanks to the combination of her lonely upbringing, making her unable to have a close social relationship without feeling awkward, and her parents bringing her up to be a "prim and proper" lady, which meant not interacting with the servants unless necessary.

She never liked social gatherings like tea parties or balls, finding them terribly superficial and a bore. Secretly however, she also hated them because she kept having these young noble men who would ask her for a dance, which just made her terribly uncomfortable and nervous. And when she started rejecting them, they came on to her even harder, giving her the nickname "The Untouchable Rose". She really couldn't handle flirtations well at all, thinking that they were all genuine and not just in good fun.

She had a strong sense of social justice, though she would never fancy herself as a grand philanthropist like many others in her circle did. Anonymously, she had an orphanage built with her shillings, as well as a house for the infirm and sick in her father's land.

She despised those with a lax moral compass the most. As much as she loved cleanliness, always taking a bath twice every day, even in winter, she despised those with filthy, impure hearts the most.

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Reading, especially those romance novels though she would never admit it
Painting
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Stubbornness
Determination
An analytical mind
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 Fears
Loneliness
Ennui
Living a life she does not want |

History:

 Alicia was born to the Ferdinand nobility, with her father having an ancestral claim to a knight serving Queen Elizabeth The First. However, her father didn't have a seat in the House of Lords, or participating in politics in the slightest. Instead, he was a landowner and a businessman, owning a trading ship to India and Africa.

As you would expect, she wanted nothing in terms of money. However, what she wanted was the attention of her parents, as her mother preferred to spend her time in London being a busy social bee, and her father would frequently go on trips abroad for months on end. She was all alone, only accompanied by her servants whom she wasn't supposed to get close to, being an only child.

She met her pixie when she had her daily stroll through her gardens. She told her that she had watched her help all those people without giving a single credit to herself. Perfect to become a Witch.

She agreed. She figured it would be a good way to both save more people while staving off her boredom at the same time.

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Upon transformation, her hair became longer and her outfit changed completely into an ornate white leotard with an open white-red skirt, allowing her complete mobility in combat. It reminded her of the ornate costume the performers would wear in a fantastical theatre show, especially those worn by the fairies. It was a little embarrassing at first, but she quickly became accostumed to it.

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A sword which blade is swirled like a spring/drill. It could extend at will, allowing greater reach for her melee attack. Intended to be used in a swift and accurate manner. |
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Like her partner, she is a serious Pixie, always watching over Cestinia, wanting her to grow more and more as a Witch. She would help her in combat, telling her the best approach she should use against the enemy. Outside battle, she almost acts like her surrogate mother/older sister, always reminding her of things she should do and things she must do.

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Pact with a Holy Beast
Allows Cestinia to summon a small Unicorn Dragon to her stead. She would ride it like a horse, allowing her to fly and increase her speed. It could also do its own attacks, firing off beams of light from its mouth.

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Last seen magical girl anime: Corrector Yui

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Veronica Edwards ~ The Portraitist

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The mansion came into view against the dimming afternoon sky. In just a few hours, night would settle over the city, bringing its seething underbelly to the surface. It would signal the start of another hunt, the enemy embodying said corruption, moving in ever-increasing numbers. This hunt, however, would be different. This time, the witches of London wouldn't work alone.

Said witches followed Veronica's brisk steps along the path, towards a pair of elaborate gates. Stopping outside them, Veronica turned towards the group, looking over them with eyes as impassive as her stiff-backed posture. Unofficial and secret as the organisation was, she had to come across as nothing less than professional. "This," she explained, "is to be our headquarters. Our host will be greeting us shortly, and once you've all introduced yourselves, I'll explain tonight's mission." Her voice, although soft, carried and air of respectability.

"And then," a voice chirped inside her head, "it'll be time to see for ourselves what we're all capable of together!" Although the pixie remained in stationary hairpin form, she seemed to buzz with energy. "Good work Vee, keep on with it!"

Lowering her head, Veronica replied in her mind. "First things first. But I won't let you down, Claria. I won't."

A butler approached, giving a courteous bow as he greeted them and opened the gates. Returning the bow, Veronica followed him along the pathway, into the estate. There, a sumptuous living room awaited the magical girls, mahogany sofas and chairs arranged around a table. A maid smiled at the group, placing a tea tray on the surface and setting out cups. "Welcome, do make yourselves comfortable," she said, gesturing to the seating area.

"Thank you," Veronica replied, settling into a chair as she waited. While she herself wasn't one for small talk, this would give the group a chance to relax and mingle before official introductions began.

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Lucilla Crawford ~ Ignis Fatuus

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Peering out of the window, Lucilla watched the other magical girls approach. Mixed feelings danced through her - that knee-jerk wariness of strangers, and relief at belonging to a group once again. That was, if she truly did. If they didn't find out about her recent past, and if they all got along in any case.

Figures grew clearer as they neared. The leader, the formal-looking strawberry blonde - she had to be the girl Sophia had mentioned, Veronica. The founder of the coven. The coven... It still felt surreal, but she already knew life could be unpredictable, for better or for worse.

"Please tell me they're here! I'm booooored!" Wisp moaned, flitting around in a corner like a butterfly in a jar. "I want to meet everyone!"

Lucilla chuckled. "Now, now, a little patience." Her eyes shifted from the pixie to the window. "Besides, looks like the wait's over." She smoothed out her shirt, tugging at it. She had yet to get used to wearing clothes that fit once again, and to social gatherings. As Wisp whirled around in excitement, leaving trails of purple mist, Lucilla listened to the creaking doors and footsteps that backed up her words.

"Now to see if things are less chaotic than usual," she murmured, heading towards the landing as Wisp settled into ring form on her finger, "or even more so." With that, she made her way down the stairs, to the new team she'd be working with.

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Clarissa & Mary Anne

The mansion was quite an impressive place for a headquarters, as far as Clarissa was concerned. She remained silent on the way in, carefully studying the other girls in the coven. It was quite a collection of witches who had answered the summons. For this first meeting, Clarissa had dressed as a young lady should. It wouldn't do to make a poor first impression.

Once indoors in the sitting room, she happily took a seat. "Thank you," she said to Veronica before busying herself with studying both her hostess and the other girls in the room. It might be a little much to try and place all of them, but she tried to take in as many details as she could. Unfortunately, she wasn't the best for small talk, and was more the sort to hide behind sipping her tea.

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Mary couldn't help but gawk a bit at the mansion. This sort of place was even bigger than her family's and spoke of quite a bit of money. She regained her composure quickly enough, at least. Gotta look like you're used to this sort of stuff and all. She really preferred working alone, but something like this big group might be important for a city as big as London. Besides, there wasn't any harm in hearing things out.

Once indoors, she took a seat right in the middle of the couch, and wasted no time in introducing herself to the girls on either side of her. "I'm Mary Anne. It's nice to meet you." Nothing fancy, but it'd do for a start. The easiest way to blow through her nervous feelings was to just push on with even more energy, anyway.

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Marilyn

Marilyn looked around the mansion like a kid in a circus. If she didn't know it was owned by a witch she would be probably trying to locate all the valuables that weren't nailed down. But alas that wasn't the case, and as of now they had been anything but rude to her, so she didn't have any reason to piss them off. Besides Khepri was the one that convinced her to join the coven, and she didn't want to ruin it for her, the poor thing liked the place so much she became speechless as soon as they entered the state.

Marilyn wondered what kind of person their host could be, all of them were pretty young, maybe with five-six years of difference between her at the youngest-looking one at most, so would their host be around that age? She probably wouldn't be able to take her seriously if she was younger than her but as long as she wasn't a stick in the mud she didn't really mind. She took a cup of tea and grabbed a random chair to sit in while waiting for introductions to begin. Well, it seemed one of the girls on the couch had already begun the introductions, so Marylin decided to go second  "Hello Mary! We got sorta similar names. Mine's Marilyn, nice to meet you all" she said cheerfully as she grabbed another cup of tea.

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Alicia was one of the girls there, walking behind Veronica to their destination; a coven that they would use as a base for their hunts together.

She had been recruited to join them via a letter, which didn't really surprise her as she already knew there were other witches out there other than her, thanks to her pixie. To be honest, at first she wasn't sure if she would like doing her job with others, being the introvert that she was. But she figured that it couldn't hurt to try. If she ended up not liking it, she could always leave after all.

So this is the place… She looked at the mansion beyond the gate. Not bad… not bad at all…

She followed the group inside, taking her seat once the opportunity allowed itself. She took the cup of tea offered, drinking it just like a lady would.

Come on now, introduce yourself, she heard her pixie whisper.

Oh, shut it, she replied. I'll wait for the others first.

Don't be shy, the pixie replied with a giggle. They're going to be your new friends after all.

With a huff, she ignored her, opting instead to take another sip of her tea.

The first girl to introduce herself was this girl named Mary Anne. Cute girl, she thought to herself. Probably the constantly ongoing and cheerful type. Perhaps we could get along swimmingly.

The next one to introduce herself was the girl who called herself Marilyn. She didn't know about this one. Seemed like the cheeky, rulebreaker type that she might not be able to get along with.

With a nervous sigh, she decided it would be time for her to make her introduction.

"My name is Alicia Ferdinand." She put her right hand above her chest, giving the most elegant smile she could muster. "And here is my pixie, Aether."

The pixie, who had been standing on her left shoulder, gave a curtsy. "It's a pleasure to meet you all," she said with a smile. "I do hope you will get along with Alicia. She might be awkward and shy at times, but rest assured that she always means the best in her heart."

Alicia shot a glare to the pixie in response, a small blush appearing on her face. That was completely unnecessary.

Really? I'm not too sure about that, the pixie replied in a cheeky manner.

Not tolerating her disobedience, Alicia flicked a finger at the pixie's forehead, earning an "Oww…" from the tinier girl.

Such was the interaction the two usually had.

She then waited until everyone else had made their introductions, looking around slightly for any signs of this "host" that had called them here. She wondered what kind of missions they would have, to necessitate gathering this many witches in one place. So far, she had no problem exorcising all the Hydes she had found.

"So, how long have all of you been witches?" Her pixie asked cheerfully once they finished their introductions. "Alicia here had been doing it for around a year or so, and I have to say, she's already pretty good at it."

The pixie was now casually sitting on top of Alicia's cup of tea, with her occasionally taking sips of the liquid as well. Alicia, of course, had taken a different cup of tea for herself.

Alicia scanned the girls out of the corner of her eyes as she took another sip of her tea. Now that her pixie brought the subject up, she too wondered which amongst them were the veterans, and which amongst them were the beginners in their line of work?