[System]
Species: Halfling

Age: 57

Description: Regina is a bit tall for a halfling, a whole six inches taller than the average of 3 feet, with long, reddish brown hair and chocolatey brown eyes. She has a pale complexion and a few small wrinkles, preferring to stay in the shade, and a thin but curvy figure that is slowly catching up with her age.
Regina wears a thin layer of leather armor over her clothes with multiple daggers hidden on her and a pair of longtooth daggers on her hips. Regina carries no less than 20 throwing daggers, 10 normal daggers and a pair of longtooth daggers on her at any time.

Personality: Regina is the type of woman to flirt with some of the younger women though nothing too far as she doesn't want to be left again. She's easy to anger if you say the wrong thing. However, she does keep her anger under control while at work. She's no longer the happy-go-lucky woman she once was, instead taking everything carefully and not letting anyone close again.

Skills/Abilities: Regina has great aim with her throwing daggers and is proficient with her normal daggers to block and redirect, allowing her to use her longtooth daggers, with their little extra length, to attack. She can also pick locks, pick pockets, find and remove traps, track people, most any skill a thief would find very helpful.

Other than that, she is an excellent with her psionic powers, allowing her to do many things most people cannot.
-Combat Mind: Using this, she has a clear understanding of where her allies and enemies are.
-Telekinesis: She can levitate most objects though nothing bigger than a small human male for more than a couple minutes.
-Levitation: She can lift herself up to 12 feet from whatever she's standing on.
-Complete Healing: With a 12-hour meditation process, she can heal herself of all injuries, illnesses, poisons and the like.
-Quick Healing: With a matter of a few minutes and a lot of concentration, she can heal her small injuries, though nothing bigger than a small cut.
-Adrenaline Control: By controlling the production and release of adrenaline in her system, she can give herself a temporary physical boost on demand.
-Body Weaponry: Using this, she can turn her hands into dagger blades or go as far as her elbow for a shortsword blade.
-Displacement: She can control where people see her, whether or not she moves.
-Teleport: With this, she can teleport up to 200 feet away in the blink of an eye, with loud popping sounds emitting from both the place she teleports from and to.
-Telepathy: Using this, she is able to communicate wordlessly with another intelligent being without having to worry about language barriers.
-Daydream: She can cause another person's mind to wander, allowing her to pick their pockets and get away safely with a lower chance of getting caught.

Magic: She has no magic though some have commented her psionics are similar.

Backstory: Regina was raised in a big halfling city, well as big a city as the halflings would build, with her numerous siblings. The only way she could stand out in her family enough to be remembered was the fact that, at a young age, she could make apples fly to her hand. She had practically never spent any time at home once she was old enough and had gotten caught picking locks and grabbing an apple for a snack. She had eventually decided, after nearly having her hand chopped off for the thousandth time, to leave the city and find a better life. She soon was found by a thieves' guild that took her in and began training her. She spent the next 15 years in the guild, training as hard as she could to get faster and stronger though her strength didn't improve by much. They found out about her psionic skills rather quickly and, being only the second psionic in the guild, learned from an older man who taught her how to teleport, heal small wounds, levitate items other than apples, such as herself, and so on.

After her training was finished, she began traveling again, ending up in Waeldeshore. It was there she met a group that was going to be fighting a dragon. She decided to join them, supplying the team with a lot of jerky during their travel to the cave. They ended up stealing a magic artifact from a sleeping dragon, one of two in that particular cave and escaping rather quickly. Upon arriving back at the town, most of them decided to spend the night. Regina offered to share a room with one of the more beautiful, yet still a bit scary, women on the team. When she awoke, however, she saw her ally was gone. She had searched for days but the trail was cold and she couldn't follow what she couldn't find. Instead, she decided to go east.

She went far east, ending up in a land much different than what she was used to a year later. It was there she met another halfling woman, a bard who instantly captured her heart. She traveled with the bard, acting as her bodyguard for a decade and a half until she was injured badly. She was unconscious for days as she slowly healed herself from nearly dying but, when she awoke, the bard was gone. She asked around but nobody had seen the halfling bard around in days. She had been abandoned again.

With nothing else to do, she returned to the west. It took 4 years to travel back, as she had done other jobs along the way to distract her, but she eventually returned to Wealdeshore. With not much else to do, she became a guard for one of the local pubs. It's been 5 years since her return and, in that time, she's proven to be a great asset as well as a new resident for the foreseeable future.

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Ajax didn't even bother answering the halfling, he felt it obvious that he had no items on him. He was wearing a loose white robe that hid little of his visage, and had nothing on him that even approached magical. He would've understood it had he been wearing his magnificent champion's belt, but he had lost that years ago. He didn't care that one of the others seemed to know her, he simply wondered how and why he tolerated the nuisance. As for the youth, titles such as knight meant little to Ajax. He'd seen worthy and unworthy both use such a word, with various additions, to describe themselves in a variety of settings.

He offered the man at arms a nod of approval as he took his drink before addressing him. "Cubs grow or they die", he stated matter of factly, "we'll see your bite and your future out there. Climb ever higher by your own power, let nothing stop you, crush everything on your way, that's what it means to be strong" he offered as "advice", raising a clenched fist up about face-high. "In short, be like me", he finished with a toothy grin before leaving the wineskin for others to take.

@vietmyke @AdamantiumWolf @The Harbinger of Ferocity @Jon Y @IcePezz

[Assistant]
The wise eyes narrowed in visible scrutiny as the half-blooded man, a mingling of bloods both elf and human, introduced himself with a practiced partial bow and chested salute. His demeanor was respectable enough, yet more noticeable for its impact that it had upon the younger man who in the future would repeat the gesture, minus the same level of seniority and with a motion of his head included as well. Yet, things changed quickly enough as the idle conversation was interrupted by a rush of footfall then the opening of the door.

With a flick of one of her curved ears something unusual washed over her, in an inexplicable interruption. Enough that she angled her strong neck slightly to her shoulder and listened, ignoring the woman and allowing the rest of the collective to advance before she so much as dared take her first step further. Unclear, she had the sensation of being observed - hardly surprising was this, as something was clearly unusual about the circumstance as a whole and someone, something taking interest in it was to be expected. Whatever power, or powers, were at work here they were well beyond mundane.

Pressing, she walked quietly past the woman, ducking to avoid striking herself on the door's uppermost frame; her height, at least within the confines of the mortal, civilized world was often almost too large. In her movement, she carried with herself a presence of serene observation. Taking mental notes of all she could observe, particularly that the home was even larger than it appeared outside within. It did little to surprise her at this point, the evidence overwhelming that they were dealing with someone magically inclined, but it was a specific sort of quality; opulent was it all, with its exotic rugs, fine curtains and numerous chandeliers.

Taking up the last of the guests, they were led to a large room not far away, furnished with a grand table and a seat clearly intended for the host.

"You will stay in here, for now. The master of the house will be with you shortly."

The aged beast made no effort to reply. The young servant girl with humbled yet cared for features then excused herself, but that was not what drew attention. It was what she had said and the manner in which she had said it that mattered. Either the master thought themselves of enough authority to command this group of people - all of whom were reasonably dangerous in some way or another - or the servant thought her master of such power.

Wizard or not, this collective was the sort who could pose a very grave, very practical threat.

Diagorides, or so he introduced himself as, took it upon himself to become comfortable, leaning back in one of the chairs; his introduction was brief, but decisive, the sort of thing a man like him undoubtedly cared for. He offered a partial wineskin, cementing his words with action. The others found themselves about into the room, but the young knight did so introduce himself next, speaking calmly in a metered manner.

"Emil Erran of Edessa, I am a Knight of Edessa and have experience with field medical care."

Only taking the wineskin out of formality it seemed, he drank, but not before the huntress turned her attention, her entire body shifting toward the halfling who elevated herself from the ground still. There was no actual action that the monster had taken beyond setting her eyes to her in this, just that she seemingly undertook some sort of natural subconscious reaction to the efforts of Regina. In turn, all that could be glimpsed of her mind was smooth concentration - the sort that deflected mental assaults. In fact, it actually now permeated the immediate area in an aura of thoughtless dampening, coating the persons in the fine room with an invisible shroud of mental hardness.

It was always there before, an underlying calm that came with the felinoid thing, who now calmly removed her robe's hood with her left hand, but it had grown to affect an area around her.

The younger man now set himself to one of the chairs, finishing his introduction, to which Diagorides remarked on, raising the drink in further motion following his clenched, solid fist. Were it not made of flesh, he the man and his fist, the veteran was sure he might as well be a walking mountain - no doubt as hard to resist as one. Ionathan, owing to this, seemed to examine the man for a moment in thought, remaining where he was in standing with the halfling at his side.

Jowls curving, revealing rows of deadly fangs of which menaced her monstrous nature in full, she spoke again, content that they had made it this far without killing one another, "I am Sakaala."

Her voice was unsettling, the sort of sound a woman of regal power would have if interwoven with an underlying growl.

Moving calmly to the end of the table near the master's chair, keeping herself intentionally aloof, hand gracing the edge of the fine wooden surface, she examined the entire scene before her. One of her eyes, specifically the right, was visibly blind and graced by a scar while the stillness of her right arm suggested it was in some manner disabled. Her steely breastplate covered only the upper portion of her chest, and for how visibly old she was, her musculature was still remarkable through her tattered hide that was of a greyed sand color.

"I am as men call me a 'monster', but I am many things." She said, blinking her beastly eyes in thought as she further unclasped her flame and blade pocked cloak and undid it from about her, no longer hiding and instead allowing it to hang loosely in its typical arrangement. In the process she so revealed that she bore a large bladed sword across her back, of which seemed to cling to her without visible means of attachment; something of elven make, certainly magical.

Hex@Jon Y@vietmyke@Belwicket@IcePezz@AdamantiumWolf

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Maru stood at the back of the growing congregation, her large ears pressed backwards in distaste to the halfling prying at her mind, not that the small being would gain much by it, Maru's mind was almost always calm, and if one were to venture into the depths it would be like a forest with the sunlight filtering through, a calm stream flowing off to one side, almost enchanting, enticing.
 Maru didn't think much of the others, she eyed the feline beast respectfully, knowing that with time her opinion toward the other beast would either improve or be reduced to sheer rivalry, Maru hoped for improvement but didn't count on it as she moved inside the house, her instincts picking up on the sensation, her hair along her neck rising and her ears twisting around the catch any sound relating to the feeling, having paused she didn't dismiss the feeling but walked onwards cautiously, her hand on the hilt of her sword as she followed after the group.
Maru didn't do well with chairs so she chose to stand, arms crossed and head tilted forward almost as if she was brandishing her antlers to ward off any prying eyes, she listened to the others talk and chose to stay silent, to observe was what she was best at.

Harbinger of Ferocity @IcePezz @Zero Hex @Jon Y @vietmyke @Belwicket

[Assistant]
Regina laughed with a nod before reaching to pat Ionathan's shoulder. "Still a whelp compared to most of the others on our group back then." She meant it playfully and hoped her old ally would take it that way, as well as the boy who seemed to be content with metaphorically following in Ionathan's footsteps.

She listened to the rest of the introductions with a nod and a smile to each of them. She had to cut off her thoughts with the beauty of the bestial humanoid lioness. And the cute deer faun.

Turning to the rest of the group, she smiled big and friendly. "Regina Hills, Psionisist Stealther. If you've felt something strange in your mind, that was probably me." Everyone who didn't have a block up would be able to feel her presence leaving their minds. "And I think I will take some of your wine, friend," she smirked, floating it towards her.

Turning back to Ionathan, she tilted her head. "Do you remember Siegfried?" She took a drink of the beverage with a nod before floating it back to its owner's hand. "Big guy with the birthmark on his forehead and the strange scar on his shoulder."


[System]
Age: 19

Gender: Male

Species: Human

Type of Hunter: Werewolf (Is armed with a bolt-action Remington Model 700 and two 9mm Berettas).

Time He's Been Hunting: 2 months

History: Ryan spent most of his life just skating by, just barely making it through middle and high school. The only thing he was ever really good at was shooting, a skill his dad, the local sheriff of their hometown, taught him at a very young age. Unable to get a job or go to college, Ryan was desperate. One fateful day, he applied for a job at a random chain restaurant. The interviewer, looking at the pitiful resume in his hands, told Ryan that he couldn't give him the job. Ryan asked the interviewer if he had any suggestions for any place he could get a job. The interviewer jokingly replied, "You could always become a werewolf hunter." Ryan, not knowing he was joking, quickly left, sold what little he had for guns and ammo, and went out searching the good ol' U.S. of A. for lycanthropes. He has yet to actually find one. As you can probably tell, Ryan is, for lack of a better word, an idiot. On the bright side though, he's friendly and kind to others, even if they're strangers. Then again, those aren't really the best traits to have in his line of work.

Reason for Joining: He has been having difficulty finding any werewolves to hunt so he's seeking out professional training.

Arrived: Just now.

[User]
Rama was among the first to arrive.

His initial appearance was a bit unsettling, considered that he was soaked from the head-down in dried flecks of blood. He had just recently finished a Hunt in Jamaica, and took a boat quite a ways to where he was to rendezvous with the rest of the Hunters.

I mean, who wouldn't be giving a second glance at a million-dollar yacht absolutely littered with dozens of corpses?

To explain the massacre, Rama had to explain through whatever splutters of English he could muster up that most of the bodies were from the underlings that had all rushed in once the vampire (unsurprisingly a newly made one) had panicked and fired off a flare, so...

Well, there was little left to say. The bodies were either dumped, if they were too rotten, or shoved inside for consumption.

Rama won't be hungry for a while, at least.

[Assistant]
For the past few days, Ryan had been traveling across the United States in search of werewolves. Starting in California, he had gone through Nevada, Utah, Colorado, Kansas, Missouri, Illinois, Indiana, Ohio, Pennsylvania, New York, Massachusetts, New Hampshire, and was now currently on the coast of Maine. It had cost a fortune in gas and yet he still hadn't found a single one. Low on money, food, and gas, Ryan was at the brink of calling home and asking his dad to forgive him and let him return home before he starved out in the middle of nowhere. That is, until he saw a strange rumor on the forums of a website he used to try and gain information on his prey. It claimed that, only a few miles away from where he currently was, there was an abandoned fishing village where hunters would be meeting up. That's it! I haven't found any werewolves because I don't know how to find them. I've just been using Yahoo Answers and Wikipedia so far, but if I can get help from other people who do it professionally than I'm sure to rack up some kills. What his source of information failed to mention, was the fact that not all of the hunters gathering would be completely human. It wouldn't matter that much though, as he couldn't tell the difference between a human and werewolf's human form if he tried, let alone a human and a vampire.

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One hour later and Ryan's red pick-up finally couldn't go another inch. After parking it on the side of the road, he got out and kicked the tire in frustration. "Not now! I'm so close!" he shouted. Checking his phone, he looked at the GPS to see how much farther it would be to walk. The battery on the small device soon ran dry, but not before he saw the words "15 minutes" in small white font. "Dang it! Well, no going back now. Fifteen minutes isn't too bad. I could probably push this thing the rest of the way." It'd be much better than just leaving a $10,000 car on the side of the road. Even if it's so old and beat up that it belongs in a junk yard instead of on the road.

And so he got behind the tailgate and began to push, and push, and push. No matter how much strength he put in it though, it wouldn't budge. "What gives?" he asked himself. Only after another five minutes wasted on pushing the immovable object did he realize the problem. "Probably should put it in neutral if I want push it, huh?" So Ryan moved toward the car door, shifted the gear into neutral, got behind the truck again, and gave it a good shove. That's when he realized his second mistake, not staying in the driver's seat to have access to the steering wheel and brakes. As the empty car rolled down the road and out of sight, Ryan just watched in silent awe at his screw up. "Well, I don't have to push it now. Hopefully no one takes my guns or anything. I don't think I left anything else of value inside." The red-haired teen then began his smell trek toward the rendezvous of hunters on foot, with his solid red hoodie making him stand out in his mostly gray surroundings. His hands stuffed in his pockets, he passed the time by trying to remember the words to Bad Moon Rising by Creedence Clearwater Revival.

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It had been a long journey, especially considering its inception had been spawned by a rumor and a whim. Still, what point was there to life if one didn't indulge in whims once in a while? In Ingrid's case, 'once in a while' had translated to 'nearly every day for the past one-hundred-or-so years', but that was just how she was wired. She'd heard the rumors about an old Hunter gathering a rather... diverse set of allies through one of her many 'colleagues'. Working as a mercenary, she'd met plenty of people with access to a wide variety of information, and one such person had stumbled upon information regarding the village she was now approaching. She'd had to take a flight to reach her current destination, as she'd been in Europe at the time, but crossing the ocean seemed a small obstacle for a chance at real excitement. From there, a pair of friends had driven her most of the way. They knew what she was, and as friends, they trusted her. Even so, the thought of pulling into a colony of vampires and lycans had been a bit much, so they'd dropped her off a few miles away. Better safe than sorry. She'd laughed about that.

 After being dropped off, Ingrid had set off down the road, happily trotting along and humming to herself. The red-haired girl held a large suitcase made of black leather in her right hand as she walked. It held a number of things she'd thought she might need: clothes, a laptop, her 'food', and a compact assault rifle with several magazines of ammunition. As she walked along, cheerfully humming and swinging her arms, she rounded a corner to see a very confused looking young man watching his truck roll away. Being that they were practically in the middle of nowhere, she assumed him to be someone else who had answered the call. With a new briskness, she skipped over to the redheaded fellow. "Hi there, that yours?" She pointed towards the empty road which the truck had just rolled down with her free hand as she turned to face the man.

[Assistant]
A young looking girl with jet black hair and red eyes makes her way walking along the trail that is covered with a light layer of snow. Her footsteps make a small crunch under her slender feet. Over her head is a large black hood of a long thick cloak that trails almost to her ankles. The girl's height is unimpressive but she seems to glide over the snow. Only her footsteps are proof she isn't actually skating over the trail.

 Letting her eyes slowly slip up to the sky she winces as the brightness of the sky still seems to be a bit much. Its nothing but white in all directions. When she looks down it seems that there is an entrance of some kind to a village. Hopefully this is where she needs to go. The red of her eyes give off a slight reddish glow and suddenly she see's the world in a new light. Everything from her sense of smell to the hairs on her arm actively seek out blood. She identifies at least six perhaps more people in that village. Her nose picked up the scent of humans, vampires and werewolves. It was rather odd to see all of them together in one place. Just what on earth was going to be happening with this group. Her message at least had been somewhat vague though she hoped that it would out for the best.

 As she got closer and closer she kept her hand hidden under her cloak. Her fingertips begin to blacken as blood rushes to them. She didn't plan on doing anything but she also didn't plan on being ambushed easily if this was a trap. She continued this way till she reached the entrance of the village and saw everyone else that had arrived. She didn't approach any of them but watched silently at a safe distance.

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It was cold.

It was a rather odd thing for Ivory to silently complain about, considering she lived in Alaska for a majority of her life, but she could never get used to the chilly temperatures. Normally she would have found shelter in one of the abandoned buildings within the fishing village, but she was much too uneasy to remain in one place for too long. What else was to be expected from an uneasy hunter, though? Being in the same general area of beasts that her bloodline had hunted for centuries wasn't exactly the most comforting, so instead she took to moving about frequently and investigating the abandoned village.

Now she stood on the coast, her gaze caught on a familiar figure at the end of the dock. She had questioned whether he was truly just an insane old man, perhaps driven mad from a hunt gone wrong, or perhaps a blood transfusion. But the more she thought about it, the more she wondered if she was the one who lost her sanity. After all, she chose to come.

A wet nose poked at Ivory's hand, and the sudden contact brought her back from her thoughts. She blinked. The figure had vanished. Ivory glanced down at the companion by her side, his nose still touching her palm. It was hard to remember, but the hunter wasn't the only one who felt uneasy about this whole idea. It undoubtedly left Tikaani confused and unsure as well.

After giving her companion a reassuring pat, she pulled her scarf over her nose and tucked her hands into her pockets. It was much too cold to stay by the ocean, and she'd rather not stay by the water longer than she had to. So she continued on with her stroll. Only this time she had a destination, and that was the bar. It was in better shape than many of the buildings in the village, and undoubtedly warmer. With some luck, the others wouldn't have jumped to that conclusion yet.

And warmer it was, something she was thankful for the moment she stepped inside. With a sigh of relief she took a seat at the bar and slipped off her crossbow and holster, placing them on the countertop. She chose to carry the weapon everywhere with her now-- there was no way in hell she was going to let it out of her sight at this point. Tikaani took his place at her feet, and the two relaxed, glad to be out of the cold and finally given a moment of peace.

[Assistant]
Ryan stopped in his tracks as he heard a feminine voice moving toward him. Next him now stood a pale, redheaded girl pointing down the road to where his truck had disappeared to. He responded by nodding to her question. "Sure is, er, was now. Hopefully it doesn't crash into anything or, even worse, cause any injuries," he continued. "I also hope that no one takes any of my stuff. All that's really of any value is my guns and ammo, but what's a hunter without his weapons?" He gave a light chuckle at this statement before making a loud sigh.

It was then that he remembered this person was a complete stranger and he hadn't really introduced himself. "Name's Ryan by the way. Friends call me, well, Ryan. Pretty hard to come up with a nickname for a name so short. So, you here for the big gathering of hunters, too?" he said. Ryan purposefully kept out the part about what they were hunting in case his assumption was wrong, though considering where they were he couldn't think of anything else this woman could be here for. He had learned from past experience that telling a random stranger you are a werewolf hunter usually ends with pepper spray to the eyes and being battered by old ladies' purses. Oh man was that a fun day. Seriously, even if I was crazy and werewolves didn't exist, those women totally overreacted.


[System]
Birthday
Janruary 12th x874

Guild:
Phoenix Wing

Magic:
Absorption Magic: While possessing a large potential for magic she does not have a consistent way to release it without exposure to other magics. Small amounts of magic energy used around her gets absorbed until she is able to use a variation of it. For instance, being around fire magic will eventually allow her to produce and manipulate fire at a fairly basic level. It is not as strong as the original nor can she reproduce the same spells. Extended exposure increases the strength but that still takes quite some time. The only exception to that rule is use of a Lacrima. However the increase is temporary and usually burns through her magic reserves. It is a quick way to gain access to other magics for the future though. Typically elemental magics are easiest to learn such as fire, water, and earth. Others are more scarce and thus she may never be able to use.

As she unlocks other magics she is able to switch between them, only able to use on at a time. Switching is similar to requiping, her clothes, hair, and eyes changing color to reflect the magic she is meaning to use. This leads us to the more negative aspects of such an ability. Her magic controls her just as much as she controls it. Each magic is accompanied with a different personality. So fire will exhibit a more hot headed demeanor than the more docile water. More chaotic type magics could lead her down a darker path.

Magic Level: B

Equipment:
A chain weapon with small blades on the end that her father taught her to use. Mainly a defensive weapon as it lacks real mass or punch.

History:
Given the overall decreased number of mages Ariel's magical prowess went without being realized until her late teens. There was always something a little off though. The few times a mage would pass through her home of Oak Town she would start acting up even as a little girl. It was always attributed to her young age and later on to being a tenager. Being a free spirit she would often visit the Crystal Lake through the years. Never able to keep the child put her father taught her the use of a weapon for self defense. Thankfully she's never had to use it.

As she grew into a young woman more mages began to come through. While beginning to be exposed to more magics the first one that showed up first was water. Perhaps it was the legend of the mage upstream but the many years by and swimming in the nearby lake finally drew in enough traces of magic to allow her to use water magic. Unable to change back to her usual appearance she hurried back home. She stayed shut in for the better part of a year until she changed again, a nearby guild having a couple fire users. Nearly burning down her home that first time only switching back to water did she manage to save most of her belongings. Clearly not having this under control she left town so she wouldn't harm anyone else.

Along her travels she visited a few guilds but whenever she began to feel unusual she would leave. Eventually she realized the mood swings she would have coincided with the changes of magic. Coming to the conclusion that she couldn't truly figure this out on her own she began to ask around for a good guild to actually join. Phoenix Wing came up a few times and it sounded like a good place to start. It it wasn't for her then she would move on.

Personality:
Ariel's personality varies based on the magic she is currently exhibiting. Normally she is quite wary of people, having been taught not to trust outright. See appearance for more on each personality.

Team Members:
Team Powder Keg

Three Strengths:
1. Versatile given time.
2. Loyal once you can get past her distrust.
3. Can change to a better mood almost on a whim.
Three Weaknesses:
1. Takes time to become more capable.
2. Visibly broadcasts the magic she intends to use.
3. Easily corruptible.

Greatest Love:
N/A

Motivation:
Find a safe place where her magic won't lead her down a bad path.

Appearance:
Color: goldenrod

Color: bold

Color: slateblue
Main personality trait: Melancholy

Color: orange
Main personality trait: Aggressive

Color: khaki
Main personality trait: Cheerful

Color: black
Main personality trait: Apathetic

Color: pink
Main personality trait: Loving

Color: lightblue
Main personality trait: Cold

Color: tan
Main personality trait: Reserved

Color: yellow
Main personality trait: Excitable

Color: crimson
Main personality trait: Subservient

Color: lightgray
Main personality trait: Defensive

Color: saddlebrown
Main personality trait: Stubborn

Color: green
Main personality trait: Motherly

Color: skyblue
Main personality trait: Playful

Color: bold
Main personality trait: Commanding

Color: steelblue
Main personality trait: Fearful

Color: gray
Main personality trait: Brooding

Color: deeppink
Main personality trait: Passionate

Color: bold
Main personality trait: Creative

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Color: orangered
Acquired by absorbing the magic from the ashes of a fallen Phoenix. Transforming through reincarnation Ariel has a full pair of wings that allow her to fly.
Main personality trait: Forgetful

Color: black
Acquired by stealing the power of a god sealed inside a magic artifact. Most of her body turns jet black and her power is fully displayed.
Main personality trait: Arrogant

Additional Details:
Also I will try to make her name color coincide with the current magic she is using. So long as I can find one readable.

[User]
Lazarus

His eyelids twitched, before opening. He remembered yelling at trinity, before collapsing from exhaustion. His head felt funny, that was right, Prince had whacked him over the head. His face was white as a ghost, and sweat covered it. "Drink. I had a drink." He croaked.

Shujin

He listened to what was going on. It appeared the group were in trouble. Nothing he could help with as far as he knew. "Sasha... Look at me." He she trying to ignore him but he wouldn't let her. "I know this is a difficult time for you, but he'll be alright." He said softly. "As for him." He looked at Lazarus. "I saw nobody tamper with his drink on the journey here, and I watched for the entire journey."

[Assistant]
Prince
Fiore || Balsam Village || Train Station
@YipeeXD @CirusArvennicus@Lugubrious

Prince flicked his ear toward Sasha, indicating he heard her as called to a stewardess, asking for a glass of water. When he got it, he sniffed at the rim of the glass to double check it, briefly taking a sip himself before humming in satisfaction and started grinding up a purple rose's petals into bits of pieces with his claws. Gingerly sprinkling them into the glass of water.

"Good, means we don't have to run all the way to Mt. Hakobe." Prince hummed as he lightly stirred the water with a spoon while sprinkling some other green cut up herbs he had in his pockets, turning it into a light purple color.

As Lazarus woke up and croaked, Prince hummed. "Oh good you're awake and not yelling at people. Good sign. Drink this, it will help dull the symptoms." he instructed the white clad man on his lap, helping him sit up a little so he could drink.

[User]
Tamashii

A coward" Angelo repeated with a smirk thinking to how many times he got called trash, thief, urchin, coward doesn't seem to be that bad anymore. "I don't know what you want to hear, you weren't the one their dealing with an angry father day in and day out who would beat you almost to death because he was drunk. My mother wanted me to be safe so she took the punishment most of the time is only recently that I paid back my father for what he did. If you ask Sasha she would tell you. You telling me that magic is a curse just seems idiotic to me, without magic we wouldn't even be talking cause I would still be on the streets being for coins. Call me what you will but don't assume you can judge me simply by a few minutes of conversation." Angelo said calmly not getting angry at Josh for anything because anger wouldn't do him any good or prove any point. So long as they worked together Josh could hate Angelo for all he cared

[Assistant]
Wes
Location: Phoenix Wing Guild Hall -> Magnolia

After passing his room key to Jarvis, Wes was about to leave until Penny said her what was on her mind about him. He just stood there and listened as Penny, a guild member he hasn't seen before. There wasn't much that he can say except. "I can understand what you and everyone is saying, and probably can feel the same way. But it's better if I just left the guild. All I truly done to the guild was accidentally help lead it to the wrong direction. For the entire time that I've been with the guild, I would usually enter and leave right away, because I didn't want them to eventually carry my problem if I stayed too long or grew too attached. But even then, I still seem to pass that trouble. It's better if I just leave now before I make things any worse. So for now, I have to be alone."

Right before walking outside, he stopped with his hand pressed against the door. It's better if I just left now, for everyone their sake.

"Good luck Phoenix Wing, it was nice being a member." He said as he walked out and closed the door behind. As he walked towards Magnolia, he noticed a woman pass him and entered the guild hall. No matter how curious he was, he can't be around the guild, not anymore, especially with their recent events and how he left.

[User]
Amelia Averyonna

Where: Phoenix Wing guild hall, central area
Interacting with: Jarvis, Elyse, Rose

Amelia followed after Jarvis down the stairs to the central area, remaining silent the entire time. When they reached the central area, things seemed to have calmed down at last. The woman the guild had been fighting was leaving with someone she didn't know. The woman with black hair was treating herself as a child watched from nearby. And the air in the area was still tense but also had a feeling of sadness in the air she didn't like.
"Something happened." She mumbled.

Elyse meanwhile had spotted Amelia and her wings.
"Mommy, mommy look! Pretty." She said, pointing at Amelia, causing Amelia look at the ground in embarrassment.

Joshua Tamashii

Where: Train
Interacting with: Angelo

Joshua laughed at that.
"I guess the people here are a little soft. Near death beatings? That was a constant in my life too. In the far north, you fight to survive. You learn to fight from an early age and are put in near death situations. If you die, you were not strong enough, though your death would still be mourned." He said, standing up." You must remember this Angelo. A gift is nothing more then a appreciated curse, while a curse is nothing more then an unappreciated gift. It all lies in the eyes of the beholder. To me, I have seen magic give me much and yet strip it all away. So tell me, was it really a gift to obtain it? Or was it a curse for everything that it took away from me?"

[Assistant]
Train
Trinity looks to Nero, away from her harp, and she smiles gently. His perspective on Time Lord was nothing new, but that wasn't what she was focused on. "We all have our masks, Nero. You should find people you can remove it to." When Nero asks her for her wish, she pauses her playing and considers the question for a moment. Her fingers resume their movement after a moment, absentmindedly plucking out a melody. "A wish?" She breathes, taking a moment. "Well, there is someone I'm looking for. I thought that... maybe by looking around on my own, I might find something, but that just got me into trouble. So then I thought... maybe if I join the right guild, I'll find something. What better country to start looking for that in, than Fiore?"

The train began to move, and Trinity stopped her playing, listening and then switching instruments quickly. She begins to play. When she's done setting it up, she ends with the guitar in her hands, turning to Sasha to answer her question.

"I didn't have a chance to ask them, before we had to go because we thought we were endangering them. But, no, I didn't see him at all. He kept himself veiled in a cloak. There was a mark on his hand, I thought... Nero, did you see it?"

[User]
Sayuri Takashi

"Hmm... Looks pretty nice and it's not too far from the guildhall. So that's a plus. It's age doesn't bother me all that much as long as it's well taken care of. And decently priced. Well we should..." she spins and looks around when the feeling gets stronger, 'What is this feeling? It's so familiar... But I can't place it...'

[Assistant] ArielSayuri seemed to be pretty easy going. So far she was turning out to be a great roommate. Nodding to the points mentioned she responded. "Great. I say take a look and..." The sentence trailed off as Sayuri turned and referenced something she was feeling. Ariel tried to see if she could sense anything in particular. "Huh? What is it? I don't..."


[System]
Gender: Male
Age: 27 but born in 1861
Species: Vampire
Profession: Former hired gun
Alignment: Neutral Evil.

Personality:
At first, Calis seems like a calm, down to earth guy which who you can talk to pretty good. Can sometimes be a little arrogant. While most of this applies to him indeed, it is also an act to hide his alterego. You can actually see his alterego at its best when he fights. Ruthless, sadistic and no mercy. He could act like this all day, but that just seems like a waste of energy in his opinion. Likes to challenge authority.

Bio: Born as the only son in a househood excisting of only girls, since his father left his mother after they discovered she was pregnant once more. His father, who had already given up the hope of a son, believed that it was going to be a girl yet again. So he left. Because of this, his mother hated him, as well as his three sisters hated him as well, since they saw him as the cause of all the pain their mother had to go through. He had to sleep outside the house, only to be allowed indoors when it was freezing, and had to do everything in the house, only to be yelled at when it wasn't done as properly as possible. This led to an enormous amount of hate against women.

On the night of his 18th birthday, he decided that he wouldn't take it any longer. He grabbed an axe, and murdered his mother and his three sisters. He discovered that he quite enjoyed killing them. Since it was a quiet village in the backcountry of England, he knew people would soon come to see what the ruckus was about. So he decided to flee the village. Since London wasn't that far away, he decided to go there. See what the big city had to offer for him. However, his first few weeks were harsh, since he had to live on the street, and sometimes he got into a fight as well.

After he killed two men, he got sentenced by death. However, when he was arrested, at the station, there was a man. This man introduced himself as Jack, and offered Calis a job as a hired gun, since he had watched him "from the shadows" as he called it that way. Normally Calis immediately would turn the offer down. However, Calis knew he didn't had a choice. It was either this or death. So he agreed to do so. After that, the man named Jack took Calis to a secluded room. He then revealed that he was a so-called Vampire, and that he wanted to make Calis one as well. Calis had heard of Vampires before, and was certainly interested. The only catch was, that he must use his powers to catch thiefs and other wrongdoers. Calis reluctantly agreed. After that, he became a Vampire. Through the years he trained his powers, and gained some money from his kills. However, he hated being the little pet dog of the government.

In 1888, he had the task to kill a poncer. When he entered the brothel the poncer was in, he noticed that there were a lot of girls. This brought back flashbacks of his youth. His hatred towards women. Without thinking, he used his powers to wipe out everybody in the brothel, including the poncer. He discovered once more that he enjoyed killing women even more then man. So, the days after that killed several prostitutes in the worst way possible he could think of. Of course, Jack got involved and said this wasn't part of the deal. That those women did nothing wrong. Calis said that he was done doing as he was told to. This resulted into a fight between the two Vampires. Calis won. This made him a terrorist in the whole of England. So he fled the country with the money he had left from his kills. After that, he mainly stayed at several adresses in Europe under several false names. Now he just wanders without a purpose. Enjoying his time as a Vampire.

Abilities/Fighting style: Has superhuman strength. Can carry up to 1500 kg without ease. Can teleport up to 100 meters from his point. He transforms into black mist when he does that. Can move quite fast (Up to 55 mph) and has enchanced reflexes. Knows how to handle a gun, but his skill is average, so he prefers close combat. Prefers to suprise his victim from an ambush. However, he likes to take his opponents head on.

Likes: Rainy days, a good conversations, Challenging Authority.
Dislikes: Women, heath and mercy
Family: Herald Everglad (Father)
Daisy Crock (Mother)
Alice, Dana and Caithlin Crock (Sisters)
All are deceased by now.
Weapon: Always carries a handgun with him.

Name: Ben Winters
Gender: Male
Age: 1300 years, but looks 25
Species: Elder Vampire
Profession: Former spy
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral although he respects SOLDIER

Personality: Is a carefree and relaxed individual, who loves to crack jokes. While Ben is always ready to help his friends, he might, or might not help complete strangers. It really depends on how he feels at that moment. An alignment with him is risky, since he can easily break it on his own. However, he will never kill anybody. As he only wants to learn everyone a lesson. Trust no one. Always speaks what he thinks, no matter how inappropriate or offending it is, since he doesn't care what people think of him at all. Usually avoids fighting, because it seems like a waste of energy in his opinion. Lives of the blood of wild animals. Has a very peculiar way of speaking.

Bio:
The past of Ben Winters is a long one. So long that he himself doesn't seem to remember when he was born. He knows that he served as a spy for the royal guard of England. One day had the assignment to track down a traitor. When he finally tracked him down, the traitor attacked him, and revealed that he was a Vampire. When he woke up, he first felt intense pain and heat. Then he realized that he was being burned alive, along with other dead bodies. He screamed, and begged for help. However, nobody heard him, since it was late at night, and the bodies were burned far from the city. He then struggled to get out of the flames. Immediately leaving the place, since it stanched. Of rotten meat and fire. It was when he left the place, he realized what had happened. He was alive. Not only he was alive and well, but he didn't seem to feel any pain by now. It was when he felt the sharp teeth that he realized that he had indeed turned into a Vampire. He decided that he could use his Vampire powers greatly in his spy profession. However, after being found out, and almost killed by a bunch of Vampire Hunters, where he lost an eye, he decided to stay hidden. Only too feast upon animals.

Abilities/Fighting style: As on old spy, he's always very well informed of the world, and has a wide network of people he sometimes contacts. When an individual had made a certain name for itself, the chance is great that Ben had heard of this individual. Has Super human strength, and can carry up to 1200 kg. Has a very good healing factor, as in that wounds immediately heal when he takes them. This takes a lot of energy however. Reaches speeds up to 75 mph. Since he's very agile, he can move freely through the trees, having lived inside forests for hundreds of years. Can make great wildlife traps.

Likes: Riddles, being alone, nature and Loyalty
Dislikes: Fire, Sweet food and Diagonal things
Weapon: Always carries around a dagger with him. Just in case.

[User]
Piper Lance

Piper's heart had soared with hope when he recognized her. Those hopes were crushed when he said he couldn't help her and left. When Dantis asked her to cover up she grabbed the blanket Rohar had left on the chair. She wrapped it around her and tucked it so it looked more like a sleeveless dress.

"Of course. It was seven years ago. I was in college and I had left a party a little too drunk. I remember everything getting blurry when I was picked up and slammed into a wall. Apparently a vampire had gotten the idea that I would make a good snack and Rohar decided otherwise. During their battle I got mortally wounded and he bit me to give me the healing powers. After he bit me and I healed up he stayed the night with me, explained about werewolves and told me if I ever needed him he would be here or in the area." Piper blushed. Piper ran her hands through her hair and detangled some of it as she spoke.

"If you guys don't help me. There will be a lot of bloodshed that is not necessary. There is a group of vampires and myself and we are intending to take Dracula down." Piper thought about Nora and told him. "My maker informed me that Dracula is our vampire grandfather." Realizing she hadn't explained that part yet she backed up. "I forgot to tell you that part. Two years after Rohar turned me I was also turned by a vampire so now I am hybrid. I am much stronger than others give me credit for."

Piper looked at the door Rohar had gone out of. "How long do you think he will be gone? I think I should go after him." Piper was upset and said, "Nora has been Dracula's lover for centuries. Now that he is back and found out that she moved on during his absence he is looking at me to take her place and ..." Fear was obvious on her face. "I can't do that...he is pure evil there is just no way."

Rohrer

[Assistant]
@dabombjk

Sasha smiled as Jean Sat besides her and they made some Smalltalk while Vladimir was away, talking with his kin.
"that reminds me Sasha, here your phone. You left it at the house" Jean said as he gave the small black device to her. Sasha let her finger slide over the screen and saw that she had a Voicemail message from a unknown caller. Once the caller revealed that he was a vampire Sasha stopped the Voicemail and looked at Jean.
"go get Vladimir please. And mom and dad could you please give us some privacy. This is work related"
"Sure honey, we can grab some coffee this way. Come darling" her mother said dragging away Simon from his daughter's bed. Then Vladimir entered the room just when Jean went to find him.
"sweet come here, I have gotten this weird Voicemail and I need you to listen it with me" She spoke as the Voicemail got repeated.

"so now what, a new trick from Calis? I won't get you go"  Jean spoke stern as Sasha smiled sad .
"as curious as I am, even I know that moving right now is very stupid. Why won't you go Jean?"

---

Jean walked into the cafe mentioned by the vampire caller. He had given Vlad a walkatalkie and had put a earpiece in his ear so he and Sasha could listen to the conversation. Her parents werw in a hotel at the moment, visiting hours were over and her parents had left. The nurses had tried to remove Clad from the room but to no avail, he was a head taller than most of them and above all he a waking tank in comparisonto them.

Jean looked around him and searched for the vampire. He was easy to spot and Jean walked to him shove the chair at his table backwards so he could sit on it.
"swearing by the moon O Romeo? Unfortunately Julia could not join you tonight. I am here in her place. So tell me, what do you need her for. And no jokes kids, we are already on edge seeing as she was attacked not so long ago. Give me a reason to think you might harm her and I will personally kill you" Jeans words were spoken friendly, yet the last part was spoken with the calmncalmness of a true assassin, Jean knew he could kill, he had done so before. His entire attitude was like that of a master assassin watching his potential prey.

[User]
Grant Holiday

Grant almost laughed out loud. If this strange man thought he could intimidate him, then this poor fool was much dumber than he looked. Grant sized him. He could tell that he was deadly, no mistake about that. And if he was here then that means that Sasha trusted him. It was weird to hear she had been hurt, but that was not of import. Grant needed her knowledge, and sending some one else in her stead may have costed him precious time he could not afford to lose. Good thing he had taken precautions already. Grant had left many traps in around him that this man had already walked into, so even if he was able to evade them and kill him he would not live for much longer than that. This man may be good, but he was better.

Grant had been sitting up straight, eyes open but lost in thought when the man walked over to him and started talking.

"Words, words, mere words, no matter from the heart. All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages."

Grant closed his eyes and put his hands together on the table he was sitting at.

"I wished to speak to Miss Sasha, and have need of her greatly. I request to be taken to her, if my request goes unheeded then so be it. You may walk away."

chan 42@blackpanther

[Assistant]
chan 42@dabombjk
Vladimir raised a brow as he listened to the voice mail. "cocky pup" he then crossed his arms. "I am opposed to either of you going but I think with us listening it should be okay" that and Jean was a trained killer. He gave Jean a hard look. "if you need help say so and I'll be there."

When visiting hours they tried to remove him. He simply didn't move. His arms crossed and a brow raised when they tried. Though he did accept the spare shirt they had. Apparently he was distracting. He listened as Jean spoke. "I could eat him. I haven't eaten a vampire in a very long time." it was good to hear his humor was back. "anyway Jean since we don't know who created him we don't know his racial abilities...watch for any ticks in case he uses something." small known fact many vampires have a small motion they don't know they do before they use their ability. It's hard to catch and not many hunters know or even teach about it anymore.

In vlads case it's his eyes. He listened as the vampire pup spoke. "Bring him here. He can't do much in a small environment and I take up a lot of space" a look to Sasha. "Unless you wish not to" there was curiosity in his eyes. He was forming a plan.

[User]
Ben Winters
Music

Ben had decided to made his residence upstairs, since he didn't wish to get involved, unless Grant gave him some sort of signal. He saw this like a chess game. Each piece had its own functions and moves it could make. However, it was up to the player, in this case Grant, which piece he moves and which mot. Until that, the other pieces stand still on the board. He was now just a piece, waiting to be used. As much as he hated this situation, it was nice to get in action from time to time. This way he helped new fates to arise. Yet he didn't want to create them his own. He wanted to merely help them arise. It was up to Grant, Nora, Piper or Dracula to give rise to new timelines.

He then heard knocking on his door. A familiar voice was heard. He smiled, as he walked to the door and openend it. "What's the matter Nora?" he asked calmy.


[System]
Nickname: Zurra
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Species: Human (Sorceress)
Your powers: Cryokinesis
Dark side's powers: Pyrokinesis and Teleportation
Crush: N/A
Relationship: N/A
Your personality: Distant, aloof, slighty robotic even. May even be perceived as arrogant, but sometimes also a little naive.
Dark Side's personality: Playful, whimsical, and childlike, though in a really dark way.
Normal Appearance:

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Dark Side's Appearance:

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What causes your dark side to come out?: Rossa comes out when Azzurra is in danger of a threat she thinks she can't handle.
Other: Has no knowledge of the origins of this darkness inside of her.
Sexuality: Hetero

[User] The woods outside of the city were lovely this time of night. The moon was full, and reflected enough light to bathe the land in a cool blue tint. Somewhere, in one of the countless trees, an owl steadily hooted, the noise carrying itself throughout the entire grove. Jenny couldn't help but smile. Perhaps it was irresponsible, to come out here this far from civilization in the night, but she wasn't too afraid of large beasts. Taking a rock from a small pile she had built up over the course of a few hours, she heaved it into the lake. It hit the water with a satisfying sploosh. Jenny grinned again, and sat back down.

[Assistant]
Forest, going to the park | Victim: Alexander
"That's enough of that, time to go kill something other than trees." Darth looked for the perfect spot to attack any unfortunate person. He looked toward the beach, no one had set foot there yet. He then turned to the park which had one man there who was currently standing away from one of the trees he had struck down. "That one seems easy enough." No, stop trying to kill people! He ignored Jyden as he moved in on his target.

---

Park
Alexander was still a bit shaken from the tree that almost crushed him earlier. He didn't remember hearing any regular thunder, but that meant something or someone was causing this. He didn't know who or what though and he was too afraid to find out. "Whoever's doing this needs to stop as I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one they're scaring." He looked around to see if he was right.

---

Aaru decided to visit the great outdoors and left his house. He decided on the beach since that was a perfect place to clear your mind if you needed to. On his way there, he could see flashes of lightning. What was strange to him was that there was no regular thunder along with it. "Looks like the beach will have to wait." He went into the forest to do some investigating.

[User] "I'm going to stop this evil being Right no..." "If you go over there you a**hole, I'll drag you to a makeup store!" "That's just wrong and unfair and like that'll happen" and he ran torward Darth drawing his black sword. Kija flared "UGH...stuborn, rotten, pig-headed Ghual! Why do I have to love that twit so much?"

[Assistant]
Azzurra's regular insomnia was bad enough as it is, and the thumping noises that echoed from the forested area right next to the college dormitory was making the night significantly worse than it already was. No matter how drained she was from the day's classes and activities, going to bed at night was still almost always an ordeal for her. The young sorceress lay in her dimly-lit quarters curled under the covers, making an attempt to calm herself and tune out the commotion that was taking place outside.

Deep breaths, Azzurra... you'll be drifting off to sleep in no time. Just relax...

A particularly loud crash made her bolt up from her lying position. Who was she kidding? She couldn't do this! Eventually letting frustration take over, she threw the covers aside and strode up to the window, looking out over the greenery in hopes of discovering the source of the ruckus. She soon caught sight of it, raising an eyebrow at the unnatural flashes of lightning coming from the trees. Could this be the work of someone... like herself? Also, if it was, what were they doing?

Figuring that she wasn't going to get any sleep either way, Azzurra pulled on her jacket and left the dormitory, heading out towards the forest to check out the possibly supernatural activity.

[User] Jenny's little night outing was interrupted by a flash of light in the corner of her vision. She turned her head to look, and what followed was a resounding crash. She stood up, alarmed. Could it be lightning? Jenny looked about, and ducked under a tree. Perhaps this wasn't the best time to visit nature. Slowly, she began to make her way back to the city, taking a turn here and there where it looked vaguely familiar. Unfortunately, her knowledge of direction was a pittance compared to her knowledge of plants. Slowly, as she came to the same place for the fourth time, she realized she was nearly hopelessly lost. Perhaps she'd have better luck during the day, when the sun was out and she could tell an elm from an evergreen. With a sigh, Jenny planted herself at the bottom of what she guessed was one of the shorter trees, and tried her best to stamp out her worry of being struck by a stray bolt and burned alive.

[Assistant]
Alexander hadn't noticed anyone coming from behind him till now. He turned to see a man with long black hair and his eyes were...golden? Gold-eyes, that wasn't strange at all. Yeah, right. "Hey, what are you doing?"

---

Darth looked at his current target. "What does it look like? I'm attempting to kill ya." He stepped forward before hearing someone else (@Dealdric) run towards him. He just grinned at this. "Running towards someone that could kill you, smart." Meanwhile on the inside, Jyden was trying to get through by using his telepathy on anyone that could hear him. Is it working? Even if Darth didn't succeed in killing them, there was still a good chance, one would get knocked out or badly injured.

---

Aaru had been the first one to investigate, but when he saw the being was no longer here, he turned to see him targeting someone else. He didn't know why he was getting himself involved in this, it was none of his business. He eventually began walking towards Darth himself.

[User] Creaking noises echoed and leaves fell from the trees as Duel leaped from branch to branch. Nearby he heard a commotion, which made him pause and turn in its direction. Hmmm he thought. It sounds like the trees have stopped falling... Something else is going on. He tried to get a glimpse of what was going on from his current position, but the tree's branches obscured his view. I really shouldn't he thought. Wasn't it curiosity that killed the cat?... Just as he started to leave, he heard some more noise that sounded like speaking. Well... Technically I'm not a cat! He turned and followed the noise, leaping from tree to tree until he reached the center of the action. Trees have stopped falling so I should be safe, as long as I stay here he thought to himself. His odd eyes stared out from the spaces between the leaves. Who the heck are these peop-SNAP! Crap he thought as he fell from the tree.

[Assistant]
Azzurra cautiously navigated her way through the forest, drawing closer to the occasional bolts of lightning that appeared above the trees. They soon ceased, however, and this sudden halt in activity caused her to stop in confusion. The period of silence then allowed her to faintly pick up some voices in the distance. Whoever was responsible for the earlier disturbance had to be up ahead. After all, it was in that direction where the strange lightning had stopped. Azzurra resumed walking, quickening her pace as she approached the source of the voices.

She emerged into an area littered with fallen trees, and among them were two teenage boys. A third individual, armored, hooded, and obviously nowhere near human, then appeared at the scene. This one was heading straight for the youth with the long black hair. Extending a hand out, Azzurra released a stream of her magic at the ground which shot up as large walls of ice between the aggressive parties, hoping to stop the scuffle. A purple and green creature then suddenly fell from nearby branches, though, she only took one glance and didn't think much about him, as he didn't seem to be involved in whatever was happening.

Azzurra took a couple more steps forward with her arms folded, and cleared her throat.

"Do you gentlemen know what time it is?" She demanded in a voice that was flat, yet rang through the area.

[User] Hello Jyden, I believe is your name that is, and you seem to be the same being this entity is possessing, am I correct? Argus stoped and studied darth's body and casted a spell to access Darth's intentions.

[Assistant]
@Raptra
Yeah, I can't control him though, sorry. Darth stopped when large walls of ice got placed between him and his original target(I think?) and turned to a girl. "Yeah, it's midnight." Not to mention that's the only time you come out. That one was directed at Darth. Oh, come on, let me have my few moments of fun. Yeah, fun for you, but not for us! Jyden was pretty sure even though he's in Darth mode right now that no one other than him(Darth) was seeing this as fun.

---

Alexander stood away from the group as he hadn't done anything. He then began observing anyone that looked even stranger than Darth here. Why do I keep seeing strange things? He had almost forgotten about some of the strange things he's seen on himself, but was this really the time to dwell on that? He had almost been attacked, but thankfully some woman and another guy had come to his aid.

---

Aaru was only standing there as it seemed the idea of stopping the commotion was already done. Well, what am I here for then? He guessed he might of gotten curious himself. At least it got him out of the house for a bit.

[User]
Equilibrium. It was what Duel was made of, his very essence. At least, most of the time. Whenever equilibrium broke...

Nonono. Duel felt like he was being torn apart. Both sides of his being, complete opposites whose very existing negated the effects of the other, waged war in his body. They fought for complete control, both trying to overturn the balance that kept Duel sane. His green side, that usually only occupied his left, was attracted to things that sometimes Duel couldn't even detect. Instability, the potential for chaos. His right, the purple, came out during complete chaos, dangerous situations, and physical violence. However... the current conflict here appeared to have extinguished. With no one being hurt at the moment, his wild side lost interest... letting the other take control.

[Assistant] As Arcadis walked away from the downtown area he noticed all the lightning and commotion coming from the forest. With every natural instinct telling him to stay away, Arcadis chose to investigate and observe from a distance and make sure it was ok for him to get closer. As he drew near the area he could see a small gathering of people and ice walls between some of them. Trees littered the area but things seemed to be calming down. In fact the ice walls even seemed to be formed to stop some fighting. Deciding that there wasn't enough chaos to bring out Chaotik, Arcadis chose to move closer, using his illusion spells to hide himself from the others while he further assessed the situation.

[User]
As suddenly as it came, the lightning abruptly stopped. Jenny cautiously stood up, looking around her. Then, on the edge of her hearing she could just make out . . . human speech? Sighing with relief, she began making her way towards the noise. Maybe one of them would have a map, or at least have a general idea of how to get back to town.

When she got there, however, she was in for a right shock. A huge wall of a clear solid partitioned two men, standing across from each other. To one side was a woman with a disapproving look. And a little ways away lay another man beside a snapped branch. Definitely not normal hikers. "Hi!" she called. "Sorry, don't want to make a fuss, I'm sure you have things to see . . . but would one of you happen to know the road to the city?"

[Assistant]
Azzurra didn't seem fazed by the black-haired teen's nonchalant reply, but retorted in the same flat tone as before. "Right, midnight. In case you aren't aware, this is the time when most of us do this thing called 'sleeping'. So I'd appreciate if you people would either keep it down, or resume killing each other in the day."

She didn't care to press for details. Supernatural individuals seemed to often have issues to settle with one another. If only they were being considerate towards others who were not involved in their petty fights when doing so. Even a couple of them present at the current scene looked as if they had been unwillingly dragged into the situation. Well, for them, now would be the best time to book it. Azzurra herself wasn't planning on staying longer than needed, as she had only come out in hopes of stopping the racket that could be heard from her dormitory.

She then turned her attention to a dark-skinned teenage girl in a green sweater who had just arrived at the scene. From the way she wasn't running in the opposite direction screaming after witnessing the supernatural activity that was taking place, Azzurra assumed that she was also one of them. She addressed the girl with a straight face after she asked for directions.

"I'll be heading back that way," she told her, gesturing in the direction of the university. "From there we have a path that leads to the city. You can come with me if you want to."


[System]
"It was nice working with you, pal. But justice needs to be served."
Age: ~8 years

Gender: Male

Originates From: LISA: The Painful RPG

Personality: Harvey has a malicious streak a mile long, kept in check only by his sworn oath to uphold the law. His inborne hatred of humans often leads to him deliberately misrepresenting them in court, but this will not stop him from helping those in need.

Dandy Boy: A powerful gun... for weak men. This submachine gun sprays hot death without ever needing to reload, but is wildly inaccurate.
Mid-Life Crisis Hat: This really... STOPS attacks. It's something we all go through at some time. A ratty but stylish hat with a red band and a wide brim. Barely protects against the cold, let alone bullets.
Metal Shield: A STOP sign with most of the jagged metal removed from the backside and replaced with a ratty leather strap. It's not very protective or comfortable to use.
Harvey's Magic Briefcase: The mark of a genuine lawyer, this toaster-sized briefcase carries an infinite supply of pre-written, magical paperwork. The arcane jargon scrawled all over this mountain of documents has a number of mysterious effects on whoever it touches. The paper it's written on is razor-sharp and impossibly aerodynamic, too.
Water Gun: Harvey is part-archerfish on his father's side, and can spit water with enough force to cause heavy bruising and break bones. Harvey can freely alter the pressure of his water gun, ranging from what it normally is to a refreshing mist of cold saliva.
Slander: Harvey can sling fistfuls of insulting letters at his enemy, both infuriating them and causing nasty papercuts.
Wrongful Accusation: Harvey can pass out impossibly convincing and impossibly sharp legal documents accusing his target of heinous acts they did not and possibly could not do. This leads to much confusion and blood loss.

Restraining Order: Harvey can slap his target with a legally-binding restraining order, forcing them to hesitate when they next attack him. Inexplicably works even on creatures that have no concept of law or morality.

Legal Jargon: The most mysterious of all of Harvey's paperwork, Harvey can throw documents loaded with information so irrelevant and boring that it magically saps the strength of whoever touches it. Causes heavy fatigue and deep papercuts.
Several years before Harvey was born, the human race lost its women. Nobody knows who or what took them, only that they disappeared in a literal flash. Civilization devolved into violent tribalism almost immediately, with many people resorting to rampant drug abuse, sexual deviance, and mass-murder to stave off depression. Under mysterious and probably scientific circumstances, a new race of sapient creatures arose: the secretive Fish-People. Harvey, obviously, is one of them.

Though he was born a Fish-Person, Harvey was raised by humans, and even managed to find education as a lawyer. Of course, law school doesn't truly exist in the post-gynocalypse, and Harvey's law degree is mostly just bunk written on the backside of a porno mag, but that hasn't stopped him from acting like a lawyer at all times.

Bored out of his mind from managing petty human cases, Harvey retired to a secret village of Fish-People hidden deep within the swamps of Olathe, his home country. It was there that he met the man who would change his life, Bradley "Brad" Armstrong. Brad had run into some trouble with the Fish-People, having stolen their sacred map of Garbage Island, and Harvey took it upon himself to defend him in court. Brad certainly didn't help things, loudly stating that he wanted to have raunchy fish-sex with the judge's wife. Or, at least, that's what Harvey said Bradley wanted to do to the judge. The fact that neither Brad nor Harvey could speak Fish-Person didn't help matters much. However, thanks to Harvey's legal genius, Brad was let off the hook, and graciously allowed Harvey to join his gang in the search for Brad's daughter, the last female human on Earth.

Adventuring with Brad was quite difficult. They were up against the biggest, baddest gangs around. Han Tsunami and the Bathhouse Boys, Buffalo Van Dyke and his football team, the Bloodmoon Mountain Amerindians, Hawk Hollywood and his actors, the Eternal Wrestling Championship, the Gale Motorcycle Club, man-eating Joy Mutants, and even the all-powerful Rando Army. Many lives were lost, and some of them were from Brad's gang. Things took a turn for the worst when Brad managed to cobble together a boat to Deserted Island, where his daughter had fled. Instead of allowing his gang to follow him, Brad took the boat himself, leaving Harvey and the rest of the gang behind.

Brad's betrayal shook the gang to the core, and only three people, Harvey included, were loyal enough to cobble together their own boat and follow him. When they met up with Brad again, they had discovered his true motives for finding his daughter. Instead of wanting to use her to give even a slight glimmer of hope for the human race, Brad wanted to lock her back in his basement for the rest of her life, forever safe from anything that might hurt her. At least, safe from anything that wasn't Brad. Infuriated and offended, Harvey joined his two remaining comrades and desperately tried to stop Brad from forcing his daughter back into a life of isolation. Shortly thereafter, Harvey died.
Fun Facts: Harvey's favorite food is "Green Paste", a Fish-Person delicacy made of mostly organic ingredients.

[User]
It wasn't a perfect gathering, The Creator mused. There were still some notable stragglers, but The Creator supposed that they didn't all have to be there. They sighed, rubbing their temple briefly as they looked upon the mess of papers still strewn out before them. They had to find a place where this group could be tested, to try and weed out those who simply wouldn't work for one reason or another. It was daunting, to be certain, but The Creator had something in mind...

Soon, The Creator found what they were looking for. A land where the hills had eyes, fungus and turtles reigned supreme, and a single man could conquer an army. At least, that's how it was supposed to be. The hills still had eyes, unaffected by the Spark, but everything else was far, far out of order. Taking a deep breath, the creator laid the piece of paper in their hands across the paper that held the temporary world everyone found themselves on, essentially creating a bridge between the two. Of course, it wouldn't be a literal bridge...

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It was times like this Kieri hated the brace the most. If she could fly, this wouldn't have been an issue-she doubted Jasper would've been able to keep up with her if she took to the air, and even if she could then she'd have access to her sword and her magic. It would've been an even fight! More than that though, if she could fly right now, she wouldn't have run into what looked like death himself and his skeletal cousin.

Kieri's pale face went paler as she looked up at Darth Vader and Ainz, blue eyes shaking and mouth agape again. He truly did look like death, albeit with less red and much, much more black. Ainz's appearance did little to put her at ease either, figuring that skeletons should not be external like that. She clung to Harvey perhaps a bit tighter than she should have, forgetting momentarily that Jasper was more or less right behind her. She only remembered when she heard the ground getting tossed up behind her as Jasper barreled towards her. She closed her eyes and braced for an impact that never came.

She opened one eye slowly, able to see that Vader now had one of his hands outstretched and that the noise of Jasper's approach had ceased. Before she could turn around to check, Vader had chucked Jasper away and sent her crashing into a mound of land nearby, a small crater forming from the impact. She stared at the impact site for a moment until Vader spoke again, his booming voice and mannerisms commanding attention of anyone around him. And so Kieri gave him that, shakily working her way back up to her feet and letting go of Harvey.

The Angel bit her lip, knowing she would've been more than happy to explain what was happening here if it weren't for the damned brace. She was about to go through the same routine of trying to mime to these two newcomers what she wanted when the blue light happened. Kieri froze in place and glanced over her shoulder slowly.

It was an electric blue pulsing ball of light, perhaps five meters or so behind The Engineer, that glowed brightly enough to be seen all around this small island. It was hard to stare directly at, Kieri having to shield her eyes just to look at it. It was almost like a blue star, she figured. At that moment, the noise of shifting ruble hit Kieri's ears, and she turned towards where Jasper had been tossed away, watching as the Quartz warrior emerged from the wreckage with merely a few scuff marks.

Jasper shook her head as she stood up, groaning for a moment before fixing her eyes back on to Harvey and Kieri. At least she did until she realized what was happening just a few short feet away from her. Her eyes were drawn to it, eyebrow quirking a bit in surprise. 'Blue Diamond must have gotten word of my disappearance.' She thought optimistically, but it was not meant to be. After a few moments, the ball of light started to form and shape, eventually making a solid stone arch with the same bright blue light swirling in the middle of it. On the keystone of the arch was a wooden plaque that read 'Toad Town'.

A ways away, York could see the pulsing blue light from the forest as it lit up the sky like a light show. He watched it in fascination, rubbing his chin a few times before it ended as the portal formed. When it finished, York spoke up. "Looks like something we should investigate. Don't you agree, Zach?" York spoke aloud.

[Assistant]
Ainz

Ainz was not fazed about the portal, he was used to seeing portals like this. He gave it some thought to enter or not, but waited on Vader's choice to enter. Or anyone to enter it first. He glanced down at the Angel and took note of the choker around Kieri's neck. It seemed to be a little uncomfortable with it on. But that could be the fact that she was in front of two beings that brought fear and such.

I never noticed that before. Would she be scared if I try to help? I may need to set some conditions first before I analyse it. Ainz hummed a little, moving forwards to take a better look at the brace. "Be still and no harm will come. Can you promise the same thing?"

Ainz didn't wait for a response and lifted one hand, subconsciously activating the Appraisal Item spell to get a better look on things. Seems to suppress the magical abilities, not a World Item, but a lesser version of Slave collars.

He hummed again, staring hard at Kieri through his empty eye sockets. "I'll take this off, if you will follow myself and the Sith Lord here. If you refuse... You can leave that to your imagination." It wasn't a question, more like a demand. More Allies meant more meat sheilds or to raise an army.

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Ken

Ken felt a sting on his left bicep, cringing a little while forgetting that he was in a tree. He landed on his back, which cause a shock to run through his body. The stupid cooler was still in the bag that he was carrying, he bit his lower lip to withhold a scream, but that didn't make the matter any better. With his fall, he made a loud thud, which might have alerted the two bidding behind a bush. This wasn't his day.

[User]
Roland of Gilead paused for a moment to contemplate the newcomer's question. Did he remember how he got here? The entire introduction of the setting seemed a little rushed, and most of his attention was focused on self preservation during the first few moments. Roland took a moment to collect his thoughts and really think about his forced transportation into this world. After a brief collection of seconds, he let out a sigh.

"I don't recall how I got here. The final moments that I was conscious in the last world are the last moments I remember before waking up here." Roland explained to York being careful not to reveal any sensitive information about his quest in mid-world; he could not know whether this entire situation was an illusion set up by the man in black, or worse...the Crimson King. He would glance back over his shoulder once more to assess where the armor clad knight and the fool with a sword equal to his torso were doing.

The pair appeared to be exchanging tense words, as an ominous glowing cannon remained pointed in the face of the dark haired man. Roland could not hear what they were saying despite his sharp senses, but whatever it was it was not reaching any conclusion. All of a sudden a bright flash emanated throughout the landscape from what seemed like a quarter of a mile southeast of his and York's position. Roland had to make a decision. Was the spaceship and potential adversaries over in this area a more important place to observe than the seemingly godly illumination to the south? A fire burned in his belly saying no. 'Must be Ka' Roland thought to himself.

Roland shifted his blaze blue eyes over to the man in the suit he had just met. The same fire in his belly that told him to move towards the light told him that this man was here to help him in this diversion of a quest. A temporary ka-tet beginning to form? Roland knew not what tricks it played with him this day. Scoffing and finally making a decision, the cowboy addressed York. "We should head over there. Whatever these two are doing, I believe we best leave it up to them." He paused for a minute and extended his hand outwards towards the slick looking York. "My name is Roland of Gilead, last of the line of eld and their gunslingers." The words he barely ever had the opportunity to say anymore reverberated through the air. A small aura of darkness could always be felt when he said them.

Once the greeting was over, Roland would begin a low jog away from the bush southwards towards the light. He assumed York would follow closely.

[Assistant]
Harvey knew when a bad situation was about to turn worse. These two lunatics in black costumes were clearly the person who would desperately try to control other people, even if they didn't have the power to exert it. He spared a glance behind him, and noticed that something that was almost but not quite unlike a doorway had formed some distance away.

Harvey knew a little bit about mysterous doorways. Back when they'd dealt with Wally-- good god, Wally, what a horrible thing-- Brad had somehow managed to turn a normal-looking cavern into a nightmarish stairway filled to the brim with spiders with human faces. Harvey decided that plunging headfirst into what might be another stairway filled with horrible things was better than dealing with these Rando wannabes right now.

"Hate to break it to you, champ," Harvey said to Vader, "but I'm not the one who brought you here. If you want someone to blame, talk to the orange guy."

An uncomfortable gurgling noise rose from Harvey's guts. With an indescribable wet sound, Harvey spewed a torrent of water straight out of his mouth. Harvey flew backwards, propelled by his own saliva, and shot straight into the gleaming blue doorway.


[System]
BASIC
Goes By (Nicknames): None currently available.
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Race: Human

APPEARANCE

Face Claim (Actor/Actress They're Played By): TBA / I've yet to find an actor for this character.
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Blue
Skin Tone: Slightly pale.
Height: 6'2
Weight: 170lbs
Build: Lithe, somewhat muscular.
Weapons: Twin swords, multiple daggers and knives hidden on him.

Overall Appearance:

Dark features, Visible, jagged scar that runs down his right eye. Various scars are hidden underneath his clothing.

Ghent is often clad in black or dark grays.
Most of his clothes are made from black leather; his cloak has a hood and a mask to cover the lower half of his face if needed. He has various weaponry concealed; he often wears fingerless gloves, laced up bracers, and boots.

PERSONALITY

Likes: Gold.
Dislikes: Talking, poverty, people in general.
Strengths: Picking locks, leadership, agility.
Weaknesses: Stubbornness, Greed.
Fears: Loss, failure.

Overall Personality:

Stubborn | Calculating | Complicated | Quiet | Incredulous | Shrewd

Ghent's family was very often poor and lived in a lower part of a small, poverty-stricken town. His mother passed away shortly after giving birth to her second son, Garth. Ghent was ten years in age when she passed.

Ghent's father turned to drinking heavily and he came to blame his children for the loss of his wife. Fearing for Garth, Ghent took matters into his own hands; at the age of thirteen, he took his younger brother and left home, never once looking back.

Life on the road was not an easy one, but Ghent was determined to tough it out so that they would not have to return to their father. At first, Ghent began with petty theft; he stole what was needed in order to keep them alive, they took shelter where they could and lied whenever questioned. As the years went on, they moved up in the world. After years of practice, Ghent became a highly skilled thief. This was the start of a life he would live well past his teenage years.

* * *

Ghent has an eerie calmness about him and his emotions are seldom ever shown. Because of this, he is very difficult to read -- almost impossibly so. Ghent handles matters in a diplomatic way and doesn't often resort to violence unless necessary. For the most part, he is quiet and reserved, therefore much of his past is unknown.

Deep down, Ghent does have a heart, though he does his best not to show it. He'd be the last to admit it, but he has a soft spot for those in need.

BACKGROUND

Date of Birth: ? Have to calculate that. ,_,
Place of Birth: Outskirts of Laketown. Not quite within the town, though close.

Family Relations:

- Garth (younger brother)
- Lydia (Mother; deceased)
- Vincent (Father)
- Kaiden (cousin)

[User]
Kili felt his blood go cold as the threats were made. "We didn't mean for this to happen!" He raised his voice above the others, the fear evident in his eyes. "It was an accident -- our uncle couldn't have known," he struggled to free himself, but the men were far stronger than he could ever hope to be. Gripped with worry, he watched as one of the men drew a knife towards his brother. "NO!"
By now, Oin and Bofur had come to help, but getting through the mob was easier said than done.

Before further action could be taken, Saeril had intervened to prevent this situation from going any further.
"You heard the she-elf. Be on your way." Their newest comrade helped break the crowd up, hand near the hilt of his sword. If they tried something, he would draw the weapon.

The men were all bark and no bite. Cowardly as they were, they backed off. "You'll be sorry for this!" A woman shouted, and others were quick to agree with her. "Should we see the likes of you again, you'll regret it." A young man no older than Fili was the one to make this threat.

Now released, Kili was quick to regroup with the others, shaken by what had almost come to pass. Seeing Fili hug their godmother, Kili hugged both, heartbroken. Somehow, Erebor didn't seem quite so important anymore.

[Assistant] Saeril held the brothers in her arms, resting her hand against each of their backs to hold them close. Fili really hugged her to thank her, so he let go; Kili still in her arms. "Thank you, Delva. We couldn't thank you enough for you to watch over us", he gave a sad smile before walking off to help the others push a boat into the water. The she-elf held the young brunette in her arms, feeling his distress and his heart break. Now, she regretted ever telling him to stay away. "Shh...", she gently told him, comforting him. "We're almost there", it was to help cheer him up again to pursue his dream.

[User] Kili was hurt and confused. Back in Ered Luin, they were safe and welcomed by their people. Here, they were hated. They were being held responsible for Smaug destroying Laketown. "They're right, aren't they?" Very slightly, he pulled back from their hug a bit in order to read his godmother's expression. "They lost their homes because of us..." The idea saddened him; Kili had grown up hearing the stories of how they'd lost Erebor, and now the people of Laketown were in the very same predicament. "Isn't there anything we can do?"

[Assistant]
Saeril gave a sad smile once she pulled away from him, also looking at him when he asked about their downgraded position. In truth, dwarves were usually a useless, selfish race; they were greedy, ignorant, stubborn, and temperamental. To just hear this coming from the people she cared for the most, it was traumatizing. She never thought him or his kin to be below others, not even those of men. But they were dwarves; it was in their blood to be oblivious of their mistakes. However, the she-elf couldn't bear to see that in the brothers or their family. Especially the royal Durin family. If it helped make him feel any better, she didn't answer him, afraid to be honest with him of their predicament. But in reality, it was their uncle's decision to put their lives at risk. His only heirs!

Stroking his dark-brown hair, Saeril tried to keep her brave face on, but with the depressing tension, she just couldn't. "I don't know, son of Durin. All we can do is get to the mountain. I'll reason with Thorin. I promise", and she she did. Her godsons' hearts were in confusion, and she needed to clear it up with their uncle; the patient zero of the firestorm. "Everything will be okay", she softly said, before placing a kiss on his forehead, giving him her motherly touch to comfort him, and leading him to the boat that was about to leave. Everything was going to be alright...

[User]
Saeril's lack of reply only fueled Kili's inner worries. Was she avoiding his question because she did not know the answer, or was she avoiding telling him the truth because she did know? Brows knit, he watched her, though his troubled expression seemed to relax a little when she'd kissed his forehead.
As the she-elf lead the way towards the boat, Kili followed closely, unable to make eye contact with the people of Laketown. Right now, he felt ashamed, but he also had hope that his uncle could somehow make this right.

Now to the boat, Kili climbed aboard, then offered his godmother a hand. The man from earlier boarded as well, and Kili's mouth dropped in protest. Surely he wasn't coming...was he?

"You alright there, lad?" Bofur had seen what had happened earlier. Seeing Thorin's nephews threatened was not a sight he liked; they were were being held responsible for something they'd taken no part in. "Oh, this is Cenrid," he nodded towards their newest member. "Least...that's what I thought he said his name was."

"You heard correctly." Cenrid looked to Kili briefly, then moved aside so that the others might board. Evening would soon be upon them, and they had a long way to go.

Kili wasn't sure how to feel about Cenrid joining them. He hadn't much experience in dealing with humans, and the experience he did have, he did not like it. Humans seemed to look down upon them, just as the elves did. Not Saeril, though.

Without a word, Kili sat down next to his godmother, thankful for the chance to rest a bit. The boat moved along, and all was quiet, leaving the youngest deep in thought. In times such as these, he missed his mother, and he missed their home in Ered Luin. The journey had taken a dark turn, and he wondered if he would ever be able to fulfill his promise to her.
Carefully, Kili removed the runestone from his pocket and turned the smooth stone over a few times, then handed it to his godmother so that she might see the engraving.
"I promised Mum that I would come back to her, once the journey is done," he explained, voice low so that the conversation would only be between them. "It's very important to me...and I want you to have this."

[Assistant]
Saeril boarded the boat with the help of Kili, and she took notice upon Fili helping push the watercraft away from shore with the oar. She even looked upon the stranger, whose name was now called "Cenrid". A typical name for a typical human, and for one, she wasn't sure about this human's prescence near her and the others. All she felt was an uneasy, nagging feeling, as if he was up to no good, and she didn't like it.

Allowing the youngest to lean against her, she allowed a cloaked arm to cover him like a blanket, as well as allowing her hand to stroke the side of her head. Taking notice upon Kili showing her his runestone, she hesitated to take it. "Kili...I can't", the she-elf looked away, closing her eyes in shame, again.

[User]
Confused, Kili sat up a bit straighter. Why would she not accept his gift?
"But I want you to have it," this time, he was more insistent, and he placed the runestone to her palm, closing her fingers around it with his hand. "You deserve it...you've done so much for me, for Fili...for all of us."

Cenrid pretended not to notice this exchange, but he did. Inwardly, he had plans of his own, but now was not the time. To avoid suspicion, he helped Fili row their boat, quiet and calculating.

[Assistant]
Kili wasn't the only one confused; she was, as well. Saeril flinched a little once she felt the youngest take her hand, and place the stone there. As much as she wanted to keep him close, the she-elf was scared for his well-being. What if he hurts him? Due to her "episodes", she just knows that the darkness will take over at any time. The real question was: how would he feel if he learned about the things she did? In reality, she knew that she was dangerous, and her crimes made her a monster. How could he and his brother ever love a monster?

Mentally, Saeril thought that she and Kili went over this; that he wasn't afraid of her in any way. But this was so much more that than what he emphasized. Opening her palm to see the stone, the she-elf sniffed at his insistence; proof of his love and devotion. Despite her warning of telling him to stay away, and be reluctant towards his intimacy, she couldn't deny the gift, or him, for that matter. Nodding, the she-elf hugged him, keeping him close, and on the verge to shed tears of happiness.

[User]
For a brief moment in time, Kili feared Saeril would not accept his gift. To his relief, she did accept, and he smiled for the first time in a long while. The runestone meant the world to Kili, and so did his Delva. In his eyes, there could have been no other more worthy nor deserving to have this gift given to them.

Affectionate as he often was, Kili returned the hug, feeling the smallest bit of hope again. Perhaps things would turn out okay. "Thank you for everything you've done," he told her through the embrace. "If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be here...you've saved my life more than once."

[Assistant]
The she-elf held the runestone in her hand the whole time she embraced him. Elves were not known to cry, but Saeril did feel her eyes water in joy. Maybe he broke a barrier within her heart that held the strongest of emotions that her kind were not prone to express. This made Kili the first to even do so. Stroking the back of his head, she felt her earlier anger die down, but not completely. Thorin was to blame for putting his heirs' lives at risk. She will hold onto her promise to talk to him; for Kili and for Fili.

On the bright side, they were almost in Erebor, the strong household of Durin's folk, and the group walked the desolated plains to the Lonely Moutain. It was much larger up close than it was far away, and the ashy ruins left by the dragon were the first to spot: golden walls turned to ash.

[User]
As promised, Cenrid lead the group to the mountain, and he'd given them each a weapon from a makeshift camp of sorts. Apparently the man had been anticipating the arrival of Thorin, for he had been staked out some time beforehand.

Thankfully, their weapons were not needed. There wasn't a soul in sight.
The closer Kili got to the mountain, the more amazed he felt to see it up close. This had always been his dream, and now it was real. Seeing the destruction left by Smaug filled him with dread; what if Thorin and the rest of the company had been killed?

"I don't see anyone," Kili's voice was low, his expression troubled. They should have seen someone by now.
"Maybe there is no one to see." Cenrid answered, hand near the hilt of his sword. "If you'd rather...I can go ahead to make sure..."

Disturbed by the suggestion, Kili stopped in his tracks. "What are you saying?"

Cenrid stopped, looking to the youngest with skepticism. "You saw what the beast did to the town...do you really think he left any survivors?" With a low scoff, he glanced towards Saeril. "Surely you are not that naive."

Without warning, Kili shoved past him and ran towards the place that should have been their home. Cenrid had to have been wrong. Thorin couldn't be dead.